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. v S ' -^11. ; / #.' * ' * -'ygT * ' " * b' "* * *> -T "' ~* c*;i ' *5*7* . . t. ' * v- . r * y^gjpoi * * *' ^ *V '- * ' * V* ' ' ' '"' . ?\: ': :8j| ^ ^ ^ I g|. ^ VOL. XLIX. CAMDEN, S. C., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1890. - NO. faffj-' ' , . I t'Soir I Lay Me Down to Sleep." ! In the quiet nursery chambers, - j Snowy pillows yet impressed, See the forms of little children ^ Kneeling, white-robbed for their rest. 1A.ll in ouiet nursery chambers, ) While the dusky skadows creep, Hear the voices of the children? "Now I lay me down to sleep." ' In the meadow and the mountain Calmly shine the winter stars, But across the glistening lowlands Slant the moonlight's silver bxis In the silence and the darkness, . Darkness growing still more deep, Listen to the little children Praying God their souls to keep. "If we die"?so pray the children-And the mother's head drops loir (One from out ber fold is sleeping Deep beneath the winter's snow), "Take our souls;" and past the casement Flits a edeam of crrstal lieht. Like the trailing of His garments Walking evermore in white. Little souls that stand expectant, Listening at the eatcs of life, Hearing far away the murmur Of the tumult and the strife; We, who fight beneath those banners. Meeting ranks of foemen there, Find a deeper, broader meaning In your simple vesper prayer. When your hand shall grasp the standaid Which, today, you watch from far; When your deeds shall shape the conflict In tins universal war. Fray to Him, the God of battles, Whose str ing eye can never slccft In the warring of temptation, Firm and true your souls to keep, When the combat ends, and slowly Clears the smoke from out the skies; When, far down the purple distance, All the noise of battle dies: When the last night's solemn shadows Settle down on you and me, May the love t.:at never failcth Take our souls eternally. MY MANICURE. "The Northumberland," New York, Oct. 1, 188?- Dear Mr. R. C : Will you kindly send ono of your assistants to my rooms Saturday, at 12 si., and oblige, Yours truly, E S Such were the contents of a letter, sent by me one memorable Saturday, to a well known manicure establishment. I was in the habit of having itiv unite fronted nt hnmp fiVP.TV Satlir clay. Having a large flat, it was not only convenient, but eminently proper. Besides, the manicures were only too pleased to come ,knowing that there was a double fee to be gotten. I had had thin manicures and fat manicures, manicures tender and manicures tough?blonde, brunette, stupid and fascinating manicures?but had always found them to be essentially vulgar,with an eye to the main chance, fond of flattery, able to give and take in a game of chaff, in short, young women thoroughly able to take care of themselves, and. unfortunately, showing it in every line of the faco and in every curve of the figureSo when at breakfast my man announced Miss J , the manicure, I arose with my paper, crossed over into the library, dropped into an easy-chair in the lordly fashion so common to New York club men, with an absentminded "Good morning!" A tall figure in gray arose, greeting mo in a low tone, and immediately proceeded to wheel a low chair up to T 1 1^1 .. UrmA [iiI lit". i iiem uui jii% Jiauu iiiwuauiv/illy?a soft hand took it. ] can feel that touch now! 1 was startled! Ridiculous! I, an old society and :lub man, who had made love to every woman who had ever crossed my path. I, whose love-making had always been :>f the eyes and lips, never of the heart, I feel a thrill? Most certainly astonishing! My hand must have trembled, for flic looked up a moment, with a quick, but penetrating glance. For an instant only?down went the head again over her work. After awhile I regained sufficient romposure to scrutinize her tnoreclose!y. All I could see was a white and rosy cheek, and a mass of sho: t curling auburn hair?not the dved auburn which I so heartily detest, but the natural auburn of a person of sandy complexion. a\f\* vai'p r?nlni* " tliinrrlif. I T hp. trail to long for a fuller view of her face. She should look up. "Do you do much of such work, Miss J ?" "Only on Saturdays," was the dignified response. No change. Rather exasperated, 1 assumed my most elegant manner: "Can not I have the honor of your company 6omc evening to dinner?" knowing the average manicure's weakness. "That will fetch her!" to myself. It did, but not in the way exyecied. "Thanks; I never go out at night!" "But may I not call on you then?" persisted I. "I beg your pardon. I don't rereive, socially, gentlemen whom I meet m business." "I beg yours!" I managed to gasp jut. "Whew! What.i cold plunge tlr-t trac," mentally. Completely routed, I resigned myself to an awkward silence. Something I had accomplished, though, and that was a gliinprc of a large but handsome mouth, tilled with lovely white teeth, and a pair of bliu eyes that I shall not forget to my dying day. And what a superb hand! Large and white, with nails beautifully tiimmed and polished. "Badge of her profession," was my cynical comment. And how deftly they wielded the spidcrlikc scissors, on which were engraved the initials "M. J.!1' But she was finishing now. I began to feel nervous about paying money to such a superb creature. She arose, packed up her instruments and put on her hat, which the had laid aside. I handed her doublo the tmtfll charge, my hab't always. She took it calmly, thanked tnc and passed out, with a bow and smile, I holding the door open for her, and speechless as a sixteen-year-old boy. 1 was consoled by the thought, however, that I should sec her again the following Saturday. Judge of my disgust, to find another sent in her place, who knew nothing of Miss J? at all. The following day I called on Mrs. C . Madame did not even know Miss J *s address?she was not one of her rcguinr operators, hut had been sent to her, her own stall" being previously engaged. So sorry, etc., etc. Months rolled on. I had contracted the bad habit of promenading the streets, in the hope that Fortune would be kind to me?that I might meet her accidentally. I never did. "Delighted to ?ec you, Mr. S . To whom shall I present you? Oh! I know. My niccc. Awfully clever girl. Supported her mother and herself for a long time after her father s death. An uncle left them a legacy a month or two ago, sufficient to enable them to resume their rightful place in society. Where can she be-? - Don't see her anywhere. Never miml. I will later." Thankful for my escape from this paragon. I left my hostess to receive her guests, and threaded my way through the crowd of gay maskers, at last gaining the shelter of a friendly door-way leading into a conservatory, against which 1 leaned with a sigh of relief. I had come to this "bal masque" of Mrs. W 's principally to escape from my own company. My spirits were not in keeping with this gay assemblage, and I soon found my thoughts wandering when ' How do you do?" a soft voice at my elbow said. "You do not seem to recognize old friends." I started. Where had I heard that voice? There was the self-same tremor again! Was I in my dotage? Could not a lady speak to mo without my losing my balance? Truly, it seemed not. "You have rather the advantage of me, with that mask on," said I, confusedly, almost falling over a plant standing near. I clutched the doorframe to steady myself, breaking a finger nail in the effort. Recovering somewhat, I took the outstretched ungloved hand?striving all the while to penetrate the disguise. There was something familiar about the largo white hand, with the well polished nails, about the curly auburn hair, but?that was all. The tall figure was so draped that it was an litter impossibility to tell anything regarding it. The eyes were hand omc, but the mask prevented their color from being detected. "You have broken a nail," examining it critically. "Allow me to trim it for you," HI the while retaining my hand. "Certain.;, I helplessly stammered. Then came forth a pair of scissors. Snip! snip! the rugged edges were trimmed Arc those initials engraved on them? Yes. What arc they? Ve gods! ?\M. j.'> j; j "My manicure!" ? * ? 9 % "And Mrs. W 's niece!" I married my manicure We have two little manicures, whose nails are personally treated by their mother.? [Chatter. Jllowing the Hern for Lost Children. Distracted parents who lose their children in the crowds at public resorts on holidays would be glad if a curious Berlin custom were adopted. At the Berlin Zoological Dai dens any keeper finding a lost child takes the little one in charge and blows a trumpet. Hearing the note tbe mother or father in search of the missing youngster at once makes for the spot and the search is ended?."Chicago Herald. The Track Walker. "The railroad track walker occupies tin important position of trust," said a conductor to?a Star reporter the other day, when the train had been stopped by a signal. "On his care depends the safety of every train and of every life which passes over his section of the road. The broken plate for which lie signalled us was a very little thing in itself, but had it been neglected our train might have been thrown from the track and several people killed. "I have been a track walker myself, and would have been one yet but for the fact that I had a friend in the superintendent's office who aided me in getting my present position. The railroad man's motto is 'once a track walker, always a track walker.' lie goes on duty in the morning, rain or shine, at five o'clock, or at the same hour in the evening, if he is on the night shift, and remains for twelve hours. lie has a certain section of the track to cover, and lie is required to go over it at the rate of about two miics an hour. lie must look carefully at every foot of the rails, fish plates and angle plates and loose bolts. "An experienced man can tell a looio rail at a glance, and a few blows of his hammer soon sets matters right. His outfit consists of a wrench, a hammer, a few bolls and spikes, a lantern if working at night, a flag, and torpedoes. In case of his discovering a serious damage to the rails which he cannot repair without stopping a train which he knows is due, he places two torpedoes about five yards apart, and I mam.a liIInml fnfit -fiiaiti If'lini'O !lf? I I6UU1U HYV lUlllUICU XVVb XWI1I ff IIUIV MV will be at work on the rails. This allows him to work at case, and their explosion warns the engineer of what is ahead." Mrs. Hayes's Goat. The telling of a joke upon oneself requires more scT-dcnial than the majority of persons care to exercise. It has the advantage, however, of hurting nobody's feelings, and of allbrding a field for legitimate exaggeration. The late Mrs. Lucy Webb Haves was especiai:y fond of recounting her own defeats and mishnpsf'as. this anecdote, which she told one evening at a dinner at the White House, will show: It was at our home in Fremont, one evening in November, when without any warning inc mermoincier ui-gan falling and snowflakcs tilled the air. I was alone in the house with my youngest children and their colored nurse, Winnie. The men servants had gone to their homes before dark. Suddenly I thought of poor Christopher Columbus, our long-hnir jd pugnacious Angora goa', out in the pasture. It 6ccmcd cruel to leave hi in there without any shelter, so presently 1 went and asked Winnie to get a lantern and come with me. At the barn we found a great box. into which wc put 6ome straw, amJ together we rolled and pushed and carried that box across the road and into the pasture. Christopher saw the 1'glit, and came ' toward it. Wc retreated behind the fence, and tried to coax liiin into the place of shelter. Imagine our sentiments when lie mounted to the top ol the box, and there took up his abode for the night! His Well Runs (Job! and Silver. There is a wonderful well down j near Del Norte. Il is an artesian well | with an abundant How of water, suf- I I ficient to irrigate a considerab'c amount of land. That would be enough for any one but a San Luis inan. Hut this is mineral water. It is effervescent, very palatable and extremely healthful. Nor is this all: the force of the water brings up from the depths an occasional lump of native silver or a gold nugget. The frugal farmer has placed a sack of wire netting over the mouth of the well to catch the metal and prevent it from choking the cows. Local scientists claim that at a great depth and under cnorm jus pressure the water is washing away a ledge of rock whose softer parts go into solution and give the water its mineral qualities, but whose gold and silver, not being dissolved, are brought to the surface in a metallic state.? [Pike's Peak Herald. To Remove a Cinder From the fiyc. The traveling public may be interested in knowing that the proper way to remove a cinder from the eye is to vnb the other eve. Rubbing the af fcctcd eye only inflames ii and very rarely removes the o(lending cinder* This statement is vouched for by medical authority, and one trial will convince the most sceptical. ? [New York World. A Correct Statistician. 'A French statistician claims thai i (he human race gets shorter every year." "lie's dead right. I had $10,000 a year ago. Now I've only got $5000." CHILDREN'S COLUMN. BOnOTHY DIMPLE'S SEWING LESSON. Dorothy Dimple must learn to sew, For Dorothy Dimple is six, you know; Ami a lady of six, with dollies throe, A first-rate workwoman ought to be; Or else those children so young and dear Will have to wear rags, 'tis very clear. Dorothy Dimple, so gay and sweet, Possesses a work-bo* all complete; A silver thimble that fits itr a shoe, * Needles, and cotton, and scissors too; A bag full of buttons of every size, And a nice little packet of hooks and eyes. Dorothy Dimp'c begins to sew, Hobbledy-eobbledy, to and fro, Jt looked so easy, she can't think why The stitches persist ingoing awry, Nor why her fingers Ijavc suddenly grown As awkward as bits o)! stick or stone. Dorothy Dimple is sure that she And that tiresome nefedle will never agrcci Poor little worker, she's losing heart At sight of those stitches so far apart, The cotton bus got in another knot! She js tired o:f sewing, and oh, so hot I Dorothy Dimple, dear little maid. Hasn't much patience, I am afraid; She takes off her thimble, puts it away, Thinks she hr.s done quite enough for today; Says that her Jollies in rags must go, Because their mother can't ham to sew. Dorothy Dimple if you but try, Work will come easier by and by; Itcniember, dear, that a mother of three A tirst-ratc wark-woman ought to be, Then try with a will, and soon I know Dorothy Dimple will learn to sew. ? [Daughters of America. J HIE FOX.AT HOME. The fox burrows into the earth like the rabbit. The foix's burrow is called t by sportsmen its "earth," and at the end of it is the nursery for the baby foxes, 6iiub-noscd, playful little creatures, with (ails not at all resembling the beautiful brushes of their father and mother. In some of our larger woods, on a still, moonlight night, were you to visit the "earth," you might 6ec the little foxes gamboling, rolling over, and, playing with one another like so many kittens, whilst their father and mother would be out watching near the rabbit warren, or stealing a fowl from Farmer Giles' hen roost to mul e them a meal.? [Detroit Free Ere is. A NEW REMEDY. If there was anything Jenny hated to do it was to wash dishes, but all the same sjic unci it to ao mree wines a day. She went to stay awhile with grandma, and flattered herself she would get rid of dishwashing there. But grandma thought that dishwashing was the very work for little girls. "I can't wash the dishes this morning, grandma," suid Jenny one day as they cleared ofl'the table, "for mv finger is sore, and the dishwater makes it smart." "No matter if it docs smart a little," grandma said; "it will do it good. Dishwater is very healing." Half an hour after grandma came out, expecting to see the dishes- all done, but, instead, Jenny had dipped out a little of the water into a tin cup, and there she sat soaking her fingers in it! It was a long time before she heard the last of her "dishwater cure."? [Youth's Companion. li()\V A IJIIAUUX-H.1 rUKAUKSi Mr. E. Giles of Bombay, India, reports that lie was standing one hot morning in the porch of his house, when his attention was attracted by a large dragon-llv of a metallic-blue color, about two a half inches long and with an extremely neat figure, which was cruising backward and forward in the porch in an earnest manner that seemed to show he had some special object in view. Suddenly he alighted at the entrance of a small hole in the gravel, and began to dig vigorously, sending the dust in small showers behind him. "I watched him," says Mr. Giles, "with great attention, and, after the lapse of about half a minute, when the dragon-fly was head and shoulders down the hole, a large and very f .t cricket emerged like a boltcil rabbit, ami sprang several feet into the air. Then ensued a brisk contest of bounds and darts, the cricket springing from side to 6ide and up and down, and the the dragon-fly carting at him the moment lie alighted. It was long odds on the dragon-lly, for the cricket was too fat to last, and his springs became slower and lower, till at last bis enemy succeeded in pinning liiin by the neck. The dragon-fly appeared to bite the cricket, which, after a struggle or two, turned over on ins back and lay motionless, either dead, or temporarily senseless. The dragon-fly then, without any hesitation, seized him by the hind legs, dragged him rapidly ti the hole out of which lie had dug him, entered himself, and pulled the cricr.et in after him, and then, emerging, scratched some sand over the hole and flew away, rime for the whole transaction, sa^ three minutes," VICTIMS OF VODKA. Most of the Russian Peasants are Slaves to Drink. What an American Correspondent Saw in Russia. Undoubtedly the lower strata of the Il.issinn population arc the drunkencst people under the sun, Looking back over our road, as the thought occurs to me, says Thomas Stevens in a letter from Russia to the New York World, r remember no village, save Yolosovo, in which drunken people were not very much In evidence. At every wayside traklir where we stayed over night the fore part of the night would be more or less of a pandemonium, from the shouting and singing of roystcring moujiks (peasants) tilled with vodka (an alcoholic beverage made out of rye. I have seen gangs of grayhaired old men, see-sawing, flinging their arms about and making fools of themselves generally in the sight of the whole village, yet not attracting to themselves so much as the curious or reproachful gaze of a single woman. On Sunday all the men seemed to be drinking and carousing and all the women wore silting in little circles in front of the hens.s gossiping. The one sex seemed to be absolutely oblivious of the proceedings or even t'e presence of the other. The drunkenness was sad enough, but the indifference of the women to it was the saddest of all. Sometimes, but not often, were drunken women. Near one village we met a crowd of drunken men aud women, as merry and picturesque a set of subjects as Bacchus himself could wish. Hand in hand they reeled along and sang; now and then they stopptd to dance and to express their joy in wild laughter. They halted and sung for us a melodious bacchanalian song,well worth listening to, as we rode past. The men were in red shirts, black velvet trousers and top boots. The women were in all the colors of the W.* -*? Hi rainbow, with red well in the ascendancy. Arriving at the little old dilapidated inn by the wayside the incrry-makcrs, one and all, removed their caps and crossed themselves devoutly, then proceeding 011 their way struck up another bacchanalian refrain. ?0011 we I'eacueci 1110 groggcry. n was a cheap lo,' house, roofed with tin, and vfith a little porch at the door. Oil the porch slood au old moujik with a gallon demijohn of vodka, from which lie was tilling glasses holding about a third of a pint. ile seemed to be treating the crowd. Ono of these portions costs 15 copecks, or about eight cents. The best vodka is made from rye, the worst from potatoes. A moujik can get howling drunk for 15 cents. On Sundays and holy days the vodka shop is the rallying point of the male population. Ilis rags may he insufficient to cover his nakedness, his house may bo tumbling about bis head, Ins family may be upon the verge of starvation, but the improvident moujik hands out his last kopeck for (he vodka, then runs in debt. He pledges his growing crops, his horse, his only cow, engages Ins labor in advance at a fearful discount. He becomes insolvent and is unable to pay his share of the mir's taxes. Thus far, my informant said, the government had been inclined to deal len'cntly with him. If unable to pay his direct taxes, it was because he had drank vodka, and had thereby paid them several times over. So reasoned a paternal government that had delivered him from serfdom, a weakling to be nursed and borne with pationtiy. So had it borne with him for twentynine years, wavering between the duty of teaching him the lesson of a little self-reliance by hard experience and a reluctance to resort to extremes. Heginning wi'h (lie present year, however, the moujik who fails to pay his taxes is to be Hogged. From twenty to thirty stripes may be administered, and a line of live kopecks goes with every siroKc. Keep OfT of lVliite Sidewalks. If a man wants to avoid being1 prostrated by the heat, lie needs to be careful bow lie walks over a white sidewalk with the sun on it. In very hot weather people wear white or very light clothing because it repels the l.cal, while dark clothes absorb it. It is just so with these white pavcmcuts. They never get so hot as dark ones, and arc easier on the feet in consequence, but they rcllect the heat on the person who walks over them. It is better to walk in I lie si root than on one of these white heat reflectors when the sun is shining on it.?[St. Louis GlobeDemocrat. Fogs in Newfoundland. There is one subject upon which I find St. .Johns people to be touchy? fogs /s everybody knows, the Arctic current sweeps through the Atlantic from the Fole directly past the east const of Newfoundland, and that it3 chilly waters, meeting those of the warm Gulf Stream, cause the frequent fogs which prevail for many miles at sea off Newfoundland. Some parts of the coast are never free from these sea clouds, and many a poor fisherman in his dor/ lias been separated from his companions ancl lost in the heavy fogs which hang over that great submerged island known as the Grand Iianks, the home of the cod and the great fishing grounds of the world. "Whether or not it's because the fog ' " - - - L ?11... iK. gicr incweaiuer, mo uuut-r uiu iisum^ ?and everybody in St. Johns is interested in the lislieries?I don't pretend to know, but .it is certain that the good citizens of St. Johns will never admit that it is foggy in the city. A fellow passenger on the steamer, Mr. Bowers?a truth-loving Newfoundlander?assured me that I would observe as a striking meteorological phenomenon when 1 reached St. Johns that a dense fog frequently hung over the ocean and around the cliffs at the entrance to the harbor, but t 7 never?no, never?did the fog reach the city, "it is most remarkable, sir," lie said. And so it would have been. But, alas! when I stumbled against my friend Bowers on Water street in a fog so tbick you could cut it he assured me that it was not a genuine 6ea f >g, but only a slight mist.?[New York TTaiuM. The Rose Bath. The rose buth is a luxury far off, desirable but unattainable, so says the practical mind, but not so. The luxury of the ancients can be obtained by the nineteenth century maiden at a cost second to nothing. The bath of roses can be made as follows: The warm water, in quantity amounting to the usual requirement of the bath, is first softened by stirring into the tub finely sifted uatmeal, into which also is added half a pint of glycerine; lastly put into it two drops of attar of roses. If the massage treatment be available, use it by all means; if not, let a coarse towel and hard rubbing 6erve the purpose of the massago system. This bath is simply fine, as it softens the skin and blends perfume into each line of the body. After all, to ob tain it is a simpic miug, iuu, uits two drops of the attar of roses being the greatest expense of all.?[St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Fought a Dnel With Howitzers. A strange duel was fought in a sparsely settled part of Sonora, Mexico, about fifteen years ago. Captain Villenueva and a lieutenant of a battery of light artillery belonging to one of the posts had some trouble about who was the best shot with the mountain howitzer. They quarreled and agreed to settle it with the howitzer at 500 yards. They took neither seconds nor assistant gunners, but from the top of emnll InllnnVc ihnv fi I'rt/l AYnlnQIVfl I shells at one another. The captain was wounded by a fragment of a shell, but they lired ten shots before either was dieaolcd, though each was covered with dust. Finally the captain landed a shell under his adversary's gun and the explosion so mangled the lieutenant that he died before they could remove him to the post.?[Galveston (Texas) News. New Zealand Superstitions. The New Zenlanders imagine that the souls of the dead go to a place beneath the earth called Reinga. The path to this region of the soul is a precipice close to the seashore at the North Cape. It is said that the natives who live in the neighborhood can, at night, hear the sounds caused by the passing of spirits through tiio air. It is a common superstition with them that the left eye of every chief becomes a 6lar as soon as 'he chief (lies. Shungle, a celebrated New Zealand king, once ate the eye of a valiant chief, thinking thereby to increase the brilliancy of his own "eye-star." Sometimes apparently, it was thought that there was a separate immortality for cacli of the eyes of the dead, the left ascending to heaven as a star, the i right in the form of a spirit, descending to Rciuga.?[St. Louis Republic Adamant. "That's right, Mr. Bronson," said the lamlly, as the boarder broke his goblet, "break what you can't cat." "I'd be pleased to, Sirs. Laybird,' retorted Bronson, "but with these Uscuits of yours that would be impossible."?[Epoch. -J The Happy ITan. ? v By day, no biting cares assaU % t j My peaceful, calm, contented breast; By uight, my slumbers never fall Of welcome rest. Soon ns tlic Sun, with orient beams, Gilds the fair chambers of the Day, Musing, I trace the murmuring streams That wind their way. ' ' *?; Around rae Nature fills the scene With boundless plenty and delight; . Aud, touched with joy sincere, seren%?* * I bless the sight. ?,?' ' \;' I bless the kind, creating Power, * . Exerted thus for frail mankind; ".j t At whose command descends the showery : And blows the wind. v Happy the man who thus at ease, ff Content with that which Nature igives; Him guilty terrors never seize; X' He truly lives. ?rCbambere'JournaL ... * HUMOROUS. " ; v- . Jf< ? The bridal path?Up the aisle. Blow their own horns?Musicians. Made for each other?the cup and' saucer. + Something that always tikes sides? ' Laughter. *. 3* TTV 4 It is the early edition that catches the bookworm. 10 *" -v\. Among the products of the Samoan Islands are sugar cane and hurricanes. There are dull limes on the farm - \ when the boy has to turn the griudston \ ' vr-f Energy may bring success; but _ there's nothing like success to bring one energy. . ' A Jack?Pshaw! money doesn't always bring happiness. Ethel? Wen, I'm sure poverty doesn't. "What a splendid wife Downey lias! She's got such a sunny disposition, you know." "Sunny disposition? Yes, they do say she makes it hot for him." "I hardly know how to take yon ait times, Miss Ophelia," remarked yourig^ Mr. Lummix. "Why d&?.takc me for *v,V better or for worse?" suggested Miss Ophelia, shyly. Mr. Blase?"You have no fortitude, . Marie; you can endure nothiigfriinlcsa it is agreeable." ' Mrs. Blase?You. ?T" judge -me harshly, Adoipho-- , not my husband?" Sweet Girl?If it's just the same, Mr. Mashucr, you needn't trouble yourself to call any more. Mashenr (earnestly)?Oh, thanks; it's no v trouble at all?1 like to call. Fair Tourist?Ah, what an ideal life is that of the peasantry. In close communion with nature; no sordid oni'nc tin fliina In nov to thfl PVflOtioilS ~ of society. Practical Mamma?Nor to the laundry. i lie?And so yorr answer is final? J You will not be mine? She?Yes, ab- M solutcly. But pray don't go and blow your brains out. lie?It would be an idle attempt. People say if I had any brains J never would have proposed to you' J The Difference. There is one point in which city and country people greatly differ. A city man never speaks to a passer-by unless he be an acquaintance, while in the rural districts one meets so few people on the roads that it is the custom to accost every passenger. Most country people leave the rural habit home when they visit the city, but 11)IS morning il Clll/.Cii wabawusau uy a sun-burned granger, who smiled warmly and extended his hand in a friendly manner. As the citizen once lived in the country, lie understood the old farmer, and returned the greeting. "B'gosh!" said Kusticus, "the folks of this here town arc the friendliest I ever saw. I never was in town before, and they just treat ine great." The citizen seconded the remark and went his way, while the farmer started down Vine Street, speaking to everybody he met and hailing every driver on the street. . Several electric cars stopped at his greetings, and ho rushed out and gave the conductors a warm hand-shake, replying to tlieir invitation to get on, "No, thanks, I'd ruthcrwalk; I ain't goin'fur." People began to "catch on," and when last seen the venerable son of the soil was wending his way along the streets. and receiving a perrect ovauon.? Concerning the Wind's Variations. A series of observations for a luin. dretl consecutive days lias been made at the top of the Eiffel Tower on the velocity of the wind. Speaking generally, the velocity at that elevation was three times in the average greater than nearer the ground. Much of the diminution of force and speed is no doubt due to the check given by bouses and other objects near the surof the earth. The observations present many curious details as to the variations at various times of the day and night, due to changes of temperaturc.