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KNOXVILLE JOURNAL. KNOXVILLE, GEORGIA. Since August 'V,' 18877" “P to recent .date, the Government has purchased (bonds to the amount of $201,720,650, at a total cost of $234,497,744. Captain Chapei, of the French Artil¬ lery, has devised a projectile which is lit¬ erally “to shoot round a comer.” It is to be sent over the heads of men behind breastworks, turn a somersault, return and take them in rear. “Projectile ret¬ rograde,” he calls it. The Bostonians are pluming themselves upon the fact that Sir Edwin Arnold said that they remind him of Englishmen. But, when he added that they “talk the English language in its native purity, ” the Commercial Advertiser says, they be¬ gan to be doubtful of the value of the compliment. Every one in Paris was surprised at the youthfulness of Mr. Gladstone during bis recent visit. Being asked by some one how many lines of the “Iliad” he still remembered, he replied, after a moment’s hesitation: “If some one would give me the first line of any page I think I could repeat what follows to the bottom of that page.” _______________ C-ne of the most interesting localities to vis^in London during the recent dock strike was the “Booth Arms,” a hostlery conducted by members of the Salvation Army. The food was plain, but plentiful and good, and sold at an almost nominal rate. One hundred thousand dockers were estimated to have been fed there during the strike. Soup, bread, sand¬ wiches, coffee, tea and cocoa were the principal items on the menu. Some convicts in the penitentiary at Salem, Oregon, display energy in proving that they hate work. Several of them within a year have maimed themselves so as to be unfit physically for the tasks allotted them. Recently a colored man, John Snell, took a hatchet anc cut off the fingers of his left hand. He is now resting in the infirmary.* He has four more years of his sentenefc of five to serve out. Some one-handed work will be found for him as soon as possible. According to the'New York Sun Long Island can boast 'if a farm which is oper¬ eadheiy by the labor of insane peo¬ It is known asithc Islip ferm, and 250 lunatics are employed ui it. Ii was a wilderness a few year^ ;o, but has been brought to a high state of cultiva¬ tion. Grain, fruits and flowers are grown upon it, and the men engaged in their production are said to take a deep interest in their work. They are sent there from city institutions J>y the commissioners of charities and correction, and the ex¬ periment is declared to have proved a pronounced success. A question upon which opinion was much divided at the international botanic congress, in Paris, was whether the grains of corn found in the Egyptian sarcophagi had any seminal virtue left. It appears that most of the so-called mummy corn, remarkable for streaks of tar on the sur¬ face and sold to travellers in Egypt at the rate of about $1 per twenty-five grains, is a gross imposture. A gentleman who re¬ ceived a few grains from M. Maspero himself planted them in various soils and positions. A good many sprouted, some even grew about two feet, when they looked like ordinary spring wheat, and then rotted away, but none ever came to maturity. A story full of pathos of the death of a brave man was made known to the Lon¬ don public the other week. He was a fireman, and in searching for possible sufferers in a burning factory his retreat was cut off. His companions escaped through a small window, but he being too bulky was prevented from following them, and though at the outset he called to his companions to let them know of his plight he said never a word when he saw that all hope of escape was lost, but stood and burned to death with the for¬ titude of a hero. When his body was found his legs were entirely consumed, but in his charred hand he still held the nozzle of a fire hose. He had done his duty to the last. The experiments which have recently brought to a conclusion abroad with a smokeless powder, the latest of the kind invented, have disclosed one defect militates strongly against its intro¬ duction. Immediately upon the dis¬ charge of the shot, there is such an in smell produced by the combus¬ of this new explosive that several of officers and men at the firing-point fainted. The powder creates hard¬ any perceptible smoke, and imparts to shot a higher velocity than any form¬ compooncL The statement that it is is, however, erroneous. On the the discharges are louder than with the old black powder. new smol has no t S UWlllfl™. CALLED I am coming, I hare heard 'j[ m, I am coming, O my dear! I have heard you calling, calling', When the night was darkly falling. Calling through the midnight When the dark was deep and clear, Spftly in the midnight I have heard you calling, dear. [ have heard you in the morning, Heard your whisper at my ear; , ! take a sleeping bird that singeth Or a low sweet wind that bringeth The summer blossoms here. I have listened for you, darling, —Lai.v I have waited for you, dear, Till my soul was faint with rapture and with fear. Come once again and call me; Call me very clear- and loud, As the thunder calls from heaven Through the listening summer even, In its solemn silver cloud. Call me upward to your dwelling, Tho’ the river waves be swelling, And the valley dark with shadow I shall answer you aloud. t have waited long and lonely, So lonely, O my dear! ; My sad thoughts cling about you, ! I cannot live without you, X am coming to your calling I cannot linger here; When dawn is on the mountains I am com¬ ing to you, dear. I have done with time and sorrow, I am ready for you, dear; In your dumb and pallid sleeping, 5Tou could not hear my weeping, But I wept my soul away staying here. O, seraphs! hush your singing, O, bells of heaven, cease ringing! O, waters of the river, moan no more; For my peace has come forever,; I shall weep and wander never, I shall be alone and lonely nevermore. —Rose Terry Cooke , in Indpendeirt. THE ROOM-MATES. ‘ ‘How do you like it, Ginnie ?” Miss Virginia Vane turned the white, fleecy pile over and over, examined every flounce, and critically viewed the color of the muslin. “Well, it will do,” said she. “It’s rather yellow, isn’t it? And I wish you hadn’t put quite so much starch in it.” Flora Spencer looked disappointed. “I had to dry it in Mrs. Perkins’s back room,” said she. “The week has been rainy, so of course it couldn’t look so white. And you told me yourself that you wanted it stiff. ” “I dare say it will do,” said Ginnie, indifferently. Flora hesitated a moment. “If you could give me the twenty-five cents now—” she began. “But I cant!” sharply interrupted Ginnie Vane. “Do you think I am made of money? You’ll have to wait until I next week’s pay. ” Flora Spencer and Virginia Vane were fellow-workers in a great suit factory down town, and, for greater economy, the same room in a little by-street and boarded themselves, which means Flora did most of the work and Vir¬ did ali the promises. There are more partnerships than one on the same principles in days. Virginia Vane was a beauty, with large, eyes of the softest brown, hair lit auburn-gold gleams, and a com which she was already beginning “improve.” Flora was pretty, in a dimpled, insig¬ way; but, as Ginnie triumphantly “No one would look twice at Ginnie’s failing was extravagant dress, set off her charms; and if Flora had a it was charity toward those poorer than herself. She had, herself, washed and ironed white Swiss dress, to be worn on projected pienic, to earn a little money to help buy a straw hat for Widow Mul rooney’s little girl to go to Sunday-school, and now Ginnie was falling back on the credit system. Flora frowned and'shook her head. “I have earned the* money,” said she, “and you ought to pay me.” “How can I pay what I haven’t got?” allied Ginnie. “Look here, Flora, I've a mind to retrim my Gainsboro’ hat with i wreath of those lovely roses in Migg’s window. Wouldn’t it be pretty?” ‘ ‘Those lovely roses, ” ironically retorted Flora, “cost a dollar a wreath!” “But I must have something to wear. Only think, Flo, how beautiful it will be to spend a whole long day on the river, with music and dancing, and unlimited peaches and cream! No thought of sew rag-machines and bias folds and yards of hideous material; no counting of pennies; no ringing of the discordant time-bell. Oh, how I do hate work!” “It will be only for a day, Ginnie.” “But one can live on the memory of it for a week, a month, an y length of time!” cried Ginnie, dancing merrily about the room. “And Will Ormand will be my almost sure of that—and Di Morris will be ready to burst with envy!” Flora was silent. Ginnie glanced sidelong at her, think¬ ing mischievously to herself: “And some one else will be just a lit¬ tle jealous, I think, too. As if Will Or¬ mond would ever look twice at such a plain little dowdy as Flora Spencer!” “Come, Flo,” she uttered aloud—“do hurry up with those dishes and come out with me!” “If you are in such a hurry, Ginnie, you might help me, ” said Florence re¬ proachfully. Ginnie glanced down at her pretty, tapering nails. fingers, with their pink, pointed “I would ruin my hands,” said she. “I like to have aristocratic hands, if I am only a working girl!” “Other people’s hands don’t signify, I su ppose,” drily remarked Flora. Ginnie laughed. “You do say such funny things, Flo,” said she. Flora, too, was thinking of the picnic on the river which the girls were to have —the long, cool sail on the blue, spark water—the, grove,-the dancing, the impromptu lunch furnished by the head of the firm. But she, poor child, would have to wear a simple blue gingham, freshened up by a few yards of new ribbon, and last year’s hat, pressed over. She had no money to spare for gauds and frillings. The blessings of the poor, the incense of good works secretly done, were not things that could be worn at a picnic. “I shouldn’t wonder,” thoughtfully observed Ginnie, as she walked down the street, side by side with Flora, “if Mr. Ormond proposed on Tuesday. There’s be plenty of opportunities, I’m sure.” “Do you think he loves you, Ginnie?” “Oh, I’ve an idea or two on the sub¬ ject!” said the beauty, with a conscious toss of the head. “To-be-sure, a fore¬ man in a suit factory isn’t much; but in time he’ll aspire to something better, I don't doubt. And I’m tired of this drudging, penny-counting life! Beside,” and she suddenly brightened up, “Alma Grover says he’s got a rich, eccentric old uncle, who can leave him a pot of money one of these days. There’s that to be considered!” “ ‘Dead men’s shoes,’ ” quoted Flora. “You remember the proverb? ‘It’s ill waiting for them!’” “Proverbs are nonsense!” said Ginnie. “What are you going into this dismal little hole for, Flora?” “I’m having a parasol repaired here,” said Flora. “It won’t detain us a mo¬ ment.” Like a young Princess entering the dungeon of a subject,"Virginia Yane de¬ scended two or three steps into a base¬ ment -store, where a little old man in spectacles and a brown wig sat working at a faded cotton umbrella, and a small regiment of eanes. parasols and umbrellas were set up in the window. Flora noded pleasantly to him; he re¬ turned the greeting courteously. “Its done, all but the button and elas¬ tic,” said he in the nasal tone of a con firmed snufE-taker. “I’ll have it here in a minute.” “How is the poor woman on the floor above?” asked Flora. “Better, a- deal,” said the umbrella mender. “That week in the country air just set her up.” “And the sick baby?” The old man shook his head. “Dead,” said he. “I gave the mother the dollar you left. It helped to buy decent grave-clothes.” “Flora” cried Virginia, “you don’t that you’er throwing away your hard-earned money on every nest of beg¬ in Elm street?” Flora colored. “I don’t call it throwing it away,” she said. ‘ ‘And you’re actually going to the pic¬ nic with that shabby old thing!” said Ginnie, disdainfully eying the repaired which the old man had now pro¬ duced. “Well, I only beg you’ll be obliging enough to keep at a respectful distance from me? I shall carry one of maroon watered silk, trimed with white lace that cost eight dollars.” Flora answered her nothing, but took her little chamois-leather purse to pay seventy-five cents for repairs, and Vir¬ ginia, determined to tease her, went laugh¬ ingly on. “It’s all nonsense, Flo, you’re running after the poor,” declared she. “Let the poor take care of themselves, say I. ” ‘ ‘And while you .are letting them take care of themselves, young lady,” said the old umbrella-mender, impressively, “they are starving to death.” Virginia tossed her head. “Let them starve,” said she. “I don’t think it would make much difference to anybody whether they lived or died.” The umbrella-mender looked hard at her. “Young lady,” said he, in his quaint way, “you have a face like one of God’s angels, but you talk like those that herd with Lucifer.” “Come along, Flo,” said Virginia, with a freezing glance at the old man. ‘ ‘It may do very well for you to patron¬ ize this sort of thing, but I mean to spend all the money I want w^en. I am married to Will Ormond. The umbrella-mender looked quickly up. “Ormond,” said he—“Will Ormond! It is not a common name. Is this young woman engaged to William Ormond, of the Orient Suit Factory, in Penrogel street?” Virginia colored to the roots of her hair. In her silly exultation she had al¬ lowed herself to speak most indiscreetly. “What business is it of yours?” she retorted, losing her presence of mind still further. “Nothing,” said the umbrella-mender. “Only he happens to be my nephew.” Virginia escaped from the little store, dragging amazed Flora after her. “I knew there was ill luck in that hide¬ ous hole, Flo,” she gasped. “Do you think he spoke the truth? Or was it only to frighten me? Oh, Flo! what had I better do?” The old umbrella mender smiled, and looked after the retreating forms, and took snuff, and then smiled again. "When Wiliam Ormond came in as usual to sit half an hour in the back shop with his eccentric relative, Alexan¬ der Dowd (commonly called “Sandy”), the old man gave him a vivid word pic¬ ture of the late occurrence. “Two of ’em,” said he—“oneaspretty as any picture, the other just a health¬ some, soncy lass, but with a heart of gold. Will, lad, you’re all the same as a son to me, but if you married that j»irl with the pink cheeks and the dark, sparkling eyes, I should feel as if you were dead and buried to me. But Flora Spencer, she’s a girl in ten thousand—a ministering angel to the poor, one of God’s own almoners!” William Ormond listened silently. “Uncle,” said he, “I thinkl recognize your description. These two girls live together in Apple Court, near here. They are hands in our factory. Virginia Vane is, as you say, her. a peerless beauty; but I never cared for But I do love Flora Spencer; and at the picnic next Tuesday I had planned umbrella-mender to ask her to be my wife.” The clapped his nephew; on the shoulder. : “Cajfy out ..... your plan, my boy,” he. “Why have you never spoken of it to me before? And if she says ‘yes’ to you, you’ll have an angel to walk side by side with you all the days of your life. It’s a lot that God sends to some men—• not to all.” Flora Spencer became Will Ormond’s wife after all, and nothing could persuade Virginia Yane that it was not all a deep plot on her room-mate’s part—that visit to the umbrella-mender’s store. “She says she never dreamed that Sandy Dowd was any relation to Will Ormond, or that Will could possible care for her!” said the excited beauty, “but of course I know better. She meant to draw me out and make mo say what I did; and here she’s living in her own house, with a perfect wardrobe given her by that very old umbrella man for a wed¬ ding present, and me toiling on in that hateful suit factory just the same as ever. It’s too bad!” And the tears sparkled on the beauty’s cheeks like diamonds on a newly blos¬ somed rose .—Saturday Night. His Grandpa Got Even. “It is hard to fix the exact date when a man forgets that he ever was a boy, but it is usually about the time his oldest son’s two boys get big enough to cut up and be sassy to their gran’ther. That was the time my grandfather forgot.” said a man on the row the other even ing to a Washington Post reporter. “My brother Lew and myself used to go to nil uncle up in Bucks County where the old gentleman lived. He was nearly eighty, weighed over two hundred, walked heavily with a cane and was the crossest man I ever saw. His particular delight was in whacking us boys with his cane when we got within reach, and running us down to the neighbors. “ ‘Them boys o’ Lewis’s air a leetle the wust, most wuthless cubs I ever seen,’ he would say. f “We had a pet coon. It was funnier than a cageful of monkeys. One day it got into the old gentleman’s early vege¬ table garden and dug up some cucumber vines. He caught it by the chain and broke its back with his cane. We had to have revenge. It was a plain case of That coon was in our eyes more a human being and a good deal more of a Christian than he was. Gran’ther a habit of going down to the and sitting on the top rail of fence to watch the men make hay. sawed his pet rail half through and the rider stakes, When, he down the whole business gave away he went over into a big briar patch. aunt put in a half day picking out of him. We were hustled out of sight for a week while he spread the town his version of our attempt his life. “Every evening the old fellow would in the chimney nook, and sip a pint hot rum and water. At 9 o’clock my and uncle would each take a side help him off to bed. He snored like thunder. If he were touched he stop snoring for a half hour. Our was on the same floor. One night couldn’t stand his terrible roof¬ racket. So I got up, found a of twine, unrolled a' hundred feet, a slipnoose in one end and fastened to the old gentleman’s big toe, carrying free end to my own room. Then into bed, when gran’ther snored gave the string a tug and he would It was very funny. “I felt quite pleased at my invention. was an early riser. He woke next morning about 5 o’clock and the string tied to his toe. He got cane and went on the trail. It led my room, and the other end was to my wrist. “ ‘Whack, whack, whack, whack!’ “I got at least a dozen good blows all my eyes and body before I could and escape from the bedclothes and hardwood cane. I was covered with and blue welts for a week, and the gentleman was happy for at least days.” Americans and Mustard. “HawJ you over noticed,” inquired an ;t young man with whom I was the other day, “how few Ameri¬ eat mustard?” I confessed a lack of study in that di¬ and he continued: “In England mustard is the great national condiment. An Englishman will never eat beef, bacon, ham or without it, and many of them season mutton with it. An English tramp to whom you gave an unseasoned beef sandwich would stop and ask you for mustard before he commenced to de¬ vour it. With Americans it is different. They never take mustard with beef, and rarely with anything else, unless it is very fat ham. Americans deluge their meat with hot Indian and other sauces, but they let mustard alone. My proof, say you. My proof is right here. Ex¬ amine every mustard cruet in this res¬ taurant and you will find that its con¬ tents might have been mixed ten years ago, for they look as old as Methuselah smell twice as musty. I don’t be¬ that there’s a restaurant in this city that uses a pound of mustard a week.”— Chicago Journal. The Bug That Saved the Orange Trees The Australian ladybug has apparently about accomplished its mission in Sierra Madre, and is becoming very scarce here. It is less than three months ago that this wonderful little insect was first intro¬ duced by placing colonics in a few ol our orange orchards, and without furthei care or attention they have multiplied and spread, and have at absolutely no cost done what, without them, could not have been accomplished With unlimited money aud a vast amount of labor. And the trees are all healthy and flourishing, presenting a very different appearance to that formerly seen after the process ol spraying with medicated washes. The large groves on the Baldwin and Chap¬ man ranches are not entirely redeemed as yet, but the parasites are making satis¬ factory progress, and the total extenni*» of lion of the thousands pest which of dollars has caijsecka tb tie loss many own¬ ers is bnt a question of time__ Sierra Madre (pal.) VUta. NEWS AND NOTES FOR WOMEN. “Sunshine yellow” is the latest. Enameled jewelry, which is now made perfection, is as populsr as ever. Irish poplins in light evening colors will be worn for dressy occasions. Mrs. J. Redding, editor of the Art Journal , is an expert bicycle rider. Miss Olive Schreiner, the novelist, pro¬ poses to come to America next year. Mme. marchesi, the famous teacher of singing in Paris, has written her memoirs. There are 62,000 women in the United States interested in the cultivation of fruit. The free public library at Concord, N. H., is to have a statue of the late Louis M. Alcott. An English lady has left $50,000 to be devoted to photographing the stars, planets, and nebula;. A handkerchief in the possession of the Czarina is said to have cost $2500. It took seven years to make it. Queen Louise, of Denmark, the mother of the Princess of Wales, has just passed her seventy-second birthday. Alias Toki Mardira, the daughter of one of the highest families in Japan, has de¬ cided to take the veil in Munich. There is an impression that the social and matrimonial success of the American girl in England has been curtailed. Cornell University has opened the new year with 1400 students in all, the num¬ ber of women showing a relative increase. Passementerie and silk cord ornaments, although not new, are of greater impor¬ tance at the present time than ever be¬ fore. For bonnets and bonnet trimmings, for wraps, and parts of dresses, shot vel velts, both figured and plain, will be in order. The fashion of women wearing the single eyeglass has been started in Lon¬ don. It is chiefly affected by theatrical people. Miss Wheeler, of Philadelphia, who is engaged to Count Poppenhein, of Ba¬ varia, is only eighteen years cf age and very rich. Panels for dress skirts are in what are known as Tower Eiffel designs, very broad at the foot and tapering to nearly a at the top. Newly imported costumes of very silky gray India cashmere are decorated with silk cord Escu passementeries. Miss Joanna Baker has been appointed to the chair of Greek at Simpson College, Indianola, Iowa. Her father occupied the position seventeen years ago. Shot velvets, figured and plain, and shot moire ribbons, are likely to be much used for parts of dresses and of wraps, and for bonnets and their trimmings. The velvet brocades introduced this season for dresses are very beautiful. In many instances these will be used for the front breadth only, in others for the trains. Long cloaks that drape the figure loosely and are finished with nearly round shoulder capes are called Ursuline cloaks, and come in dark-colored camel’s hair cloth. It is predicted that black dresses will be worn more this winter than they have of late, and some handsome models are shown, suitable for both young and elderly ladies. Green still remains a favorite color for dressy street costumes, and there are many combinations of green with other colors, notably apricot, peach, Suede and copper red. Miss Ying, the daughter of the new Chinese Minister' to this country, is a pretty girl of sixteen. She has the blackest of hair and eyes and a creamy complexion. It is predicted that Miss Wanamaker, daughter of the Postmaster-General, will be a prominent belle in Washington this winter. Her good sense and winning manners are her charms. Lace hats and bonnets once reserved for mid-summer are now just the thing for half-season wear. Flowers or silver filigree or fine cut steel are the most stylish ornaments for them. The insatiate demand for small presents in silver has met with a wonder ous variety of patterns in the form of book marks and envelope openers, which sell from $1 to $5 a piece. The “reefer,” in blue, mahogony or Roman red cloth, will be a popular jacket for youthful wearers during the entire autumn, and like models in heavy cloak¬ ing goods are also made ready for winter uses. Among the prettiest and neatest ol traveling garments are long wraps which completely envelope the person, in striped silk—usually gray and black. They are much on the Connemara or peasant cloak style. A directory fiend is a woman who fre¬ quents drug stores and other public places where she can glance over a direc¬ tory and at the same time pose gracefully for the admiration of strangers. Denver is this woman’s more particular home. The desire manifested by the fair sex for miniature paintings set as brooches amounts to almost a craze. These paint¬ ings are imported, and leading manufac¬ tures claim that they have difficulty in mounting demand. them fast enough to supply the A Contented People. “The most contented people I saw in Europe,” says an American traveler, “were the Austrians, and they are the most lic libraries intelligent. They have more pub¬ world than any people in the and they have a good Government —almost the same an a Republican Gov¬ and ernment. They have a beautiful country happy a delightful climate, and they look and contented. ” The Diplomatic Maiden. “ Dos’t love me for my wealth or brains?” He asked the maid with words intense. To which she made this wise reply: I love you, dearest, for yw j —New York Bun. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. The amount of water passing over Niag. ara Falls varies with the height of the river. Professor Gunning estimates the average minute. amount of 18,000,000 cubic feet per A French manufacturing firm has brought out a new fabric made of the fibre of ramie, and called ramie linen, that is said to combine the qualities of linen and silk, with double the strength of linen.' Hypnotism seems likely to be the com¬ ing fad in London, though certainly it will be one of a more scientific and justly interesting character than most of the subjects of recent popular interest. A congress of European hypnotists was recently held in Paris, and was eminent¬ ly successful. Dr. Edson sums up the etiology of ty¬ phoid fever in the following words: First, typhoid fever never infects the at¬ mosphere ; second, it never arises de novo; and third, the causes of the disease, in order of their frequency, are as follows : First, infected water; second, infected milk; third, infected ic£; fourth, digital infections; fifth, infected meat. The Babylonian expedition sent out last year by the University of Pennsylva¬ nia in charge of Dr. John P. Peters dis .covered the only authentic document known of Naram-Sin, a King of Niffer, who reigned 3750 B. C. It is a stamp made of burned clay, which was used to stamp on the bricks for his buildings the name and titles of this ancient monarch. An antiseptic whiting has been recent¬ ly introduced and is recommended by the makers for hospitals, ships, stables, ken¬ nels, etc., in order to keep them free from insects. The compound, which ap¬ peal’s to contain some camphor, is also useful for cleaning silver plate and arti¬ cles of domestic use. The aroma is said to be not unpleasant, while the com pound is non-poisonous and will not in¬ jure colors. The lightness of snowflakes is the re¬ sult of their surface being so great when compared with their volume, and is ac¬ counted for in some degree by the large quantity of air amid their frozen parti¬ cles. Snowflakes contain about nine times as many volumes of air, entangled, 90 to speak, among their crystals, as they contain water. Very fine and lightly deposited snow occupies about twenty times as much space as water, and is ten to twelve times lighter than an equal bulk of that fluid. It is now claimed that in the construc¬ of boiler furnaces an advantage is gained by forming the grate out of a plate, instead of the series of The perforations aTe placed in and in vertical section are broader their lower end than at the upper sur¬ of the plate; the latter may be made cast or wrought iron, steel, etc., alt one piece, or of a number of sections; side by side, and the tapered may either be circular, square, or other convenient form. The slow flapping of a butterfly’s wing produces no sound, but when the inove ments are rapid a noise is produced, which increases in shrillness with the number of vibrations. Thus the housefly, which produces the sound F, vibrates its. wings 20,100 times a minute, or 385 times a second; and the bees, which makes a sound of A, as many as 26,400) times, or 400 times in a second. On the contrary, a tired bee hums on E, and therefore, according to theory, vibrates, its wings only 350 times in a second. A writer in a Buenos Ayres journal re¬ ports having examined the fibre made from the reeds and rushes of the lowlands: of the Parana, and finds the textiles manufactured therefrom to be undistin guishable from those made of wool or silk. Blankets, heavy goods for men’s, wear, feltings and “black silk” dress; goods are among the articles produced from the fibre, and are pronounced un¬ rivaled for texture, finish, color and dura¬ bility. Paper pulp is also made by means of a newly invented process from these reeds and rushes. During the Stone age bodies were al¬ ways buried unburned, in a recumbent or sitting position. By the side of the dead body was usually laid a weapon, a tool or some ornaments. We often find in graves of this period aarthenware vessels, now filled only with earth. The care be¬ stowed upon the last resting place of the departed certainly betokens a belief in the future life; but the things placed by the side of the dead seem to show that that life was believed to be merely a con¬ tinuation of the life on earth, with the same needs and the same pleasures. ( Animals Recognize Pictures. Thirty years ago, says a correspondent at Oxford, England, I was staying at Langley, near Chippenham, with a lady who was working a large screen, on which she depicted in “raised” work (as it vfaa then called) a life-sized cat on a cushion. The host, a sportsman now dead, was much struck with the similarity to life of the cat, so he fetched his dog (alas! like too many of the species), a cat-hater. The animal made a dead set at the (wool) cat, and, but for the cushion master clutch¬ ing him by the collar, the would have been tom into atoms. I related this tale lately in Oxford, and my hearer told me that a friend in the Bevington road had just painted a bird on a fire-screen and her cat flew at it. My own dog, Scaramouch (apet of the Dukeof Albany’s in his under-graduate days), disliked being washed, and when I showed him a large picture of a child scrubbing a fox-' terrier in a tub, he turned his head away ruefully adversity. and would notlook at his brother in The Smallest Corn Field. The smallest corn field in the State of New York, if not in the whole country, is in a tenement house window on South Fifth avenue. It is in a soap box, and three or four good thrifty stalks are growing in it. People passing on the • ing Elevated its growth are greatly and wondering interested in watch¬ when the crop will be harvested, and whether the folks will have a bee— -Neio York Bun. 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