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THIS LOVE OF OUB& BY WH. W. LONG. This great love of onra, no mortal can measure Its height and its depth and radiant lipht; i It* grandeur and glory, and incenBe sublime |< Wul sweep from our lives all shadows of night AH spotless and pare Is this wonderful love. Ana void of the stains that degrade and oppress; F The angels In heaven in wonder look down, W And the Ruler divine the pore thing doth bless. LOLA PULASKI; i OB The Victim of Circumstantial Evidence. t b flm of NihOlstie Plottiocs and Crimes. c f ? ' >. BY LSON BDTTABD3. [ CHAPTER XXXL ST. PETERSBURG IN A TURMOrL. The Czar was dressed for the street, >icepting that he had not on his heavj , for mantle, which was held by an attendant As bo uttered the words: "FreeI Ton shall never again be free!"herose to his feet, and his pale blue eyes [ burned with a fierce anger. Lola was stunned by the mannei uid cruel words of the "tyrant, but it was only for a moment. , Forgetting the power and rank ol ' the man confronting her, die sjnrang from her kzrss, and cried with tragic ' ?arnestness: 1 "Aye, consign me to a prison, and b perfect your years of torture by the I ieath of my father, if you will; yet, foi ' the sake of the humanity which yon | have never shown, for the sake of Rus^^lia, for the sake of your royal family, ] J^PtartLl savo yon." "Save me 1" repeated the Czar, with I -*n expression of indescribable contempt. "Woman, you are guilty oJ > treason, in even imagining an injury to ' but sacred person. We are not ignor ?nt of the schemes and plots of youi I associates and friends, the Nihilists. : *6o far, they have brought death and 1 Bxile to thousands of themselves?and 'fche Czar still lives." "Oh, your Majesty! hear me! be trarned by me " "What mean you?" he asked, as he turned his tall form to the 1 *that the sable fur mantle might b< placed on his shoulders. "I warn you. Go not on the streets ' Of St. Petersburg to-day." "And pray, when will you permit me to go?" he asked with scorn. > "Treat me with contempt, if you - frill; but, oh, your Majesty, I am no f Ireamer?I speak no idle words " In her passionate earnestness, Lola might have kept on, but the Czar, with a contemptuous expression of the eyes, and an imperious wave of his long arm, [ tailed out: "Count J-iinwoid, see tnat tms woman i i b placed -where her raving and hei . plotting will disturb us no more." Having said this the Czar strode out fpf the room, followed by a number oi 1 his courtiers, all of whom were dressed '-lor the street. "You have brought all jour trouble! ?n yourself," said Count Linwold, adjaressing Lola when they were alone. *You aspired to the hand of Genera! i^aul, and through your scheming yoc have brought him into disgrace, ruined Mm with the Czar, and made him a prisoner. As to yourself, your plot- I ting, like all plotting, has brought ite :-fleserts. To-day you go to prison, and | Wfore the week is over you will be oe j ;fche way to Siberia, where the climate j . md the work will do much to cool yotu fanatical ardor." ^ Lola heard, but did not heed the j p lycophant's words. She was too much stunned even cc -realize the desperation of her situation She retained but a dim consciousness __ of what was going on around her. Like cae -walking in sleep, she realized that armed men led her to a sleigh, *nd that she was whirled away througl: the streets, now crowded with people. The sl? igh stopped before the Neva prison, from which she had been so re| eently released, she recalled, this, and -fceyond that she had no recollection o! Bvents till she opened her eyes and sa^ 'the dull, gray light filtering througl the grating of the iron door by whicl \ -the had entered the dark, gloomy cell. Meauwhile the Czar had descended I to the great court-yard, where the im-|>erial sleigh stood ready to receivi K (>im ami (lio fall omarrta wptp mnnntflii V and prepard to defend him from all I harm. B But neither the Czar nor his cour I tiers dreamt of harm. I. The roya\ horsemen were for display. 1 There were a hundred thousand vet B eran troops in and about the city, g Ten thousand police anil half tu I . many spies discovered the discontents. and hurried them to the prison or thi l^scaffold. How grand the Great White Czai raHlooked that day! And it must be said there was nothing theatrical in his ap I pearance. i He was the undisputed monarch o? x the most extensive empire on which 5 the sun shines. I A million soldiers stood ready t< I of )iia V\i/1/linrf IUOU y\j uuuuu uv uio t/iuuiu^. Eighty millions of people acknowl edged bim as lord of their estates unc master of their lives. Why should he give thought tq much less stand in fear of the plotting! of a handful of low-born, blood-thirati Nihilists? As he Btood erect in hi3 sleigh . which, surrounded by its brilliant cav dcode, dashed along the wide vliiti treets, he looked as if he and his em pire might last forever. Itet, unseen by the tens of thousands j who watched him, seen only by the ! few who gathered in out-of-the-way eorners and spoke in whispers, the Angel of Death was abroad and fanned the royal cortege with his freezing i wings. f Hitherto the appearance of the Czai ' on the street was greeted with cheera irom his swarming, servile subjects. To-day the crowds maintained an 1 ominous silence. General Paul, "the young hero oJ the Balkans," as the people delighted co call him, had been, and still was, a popular idol in St. Petersburg. His being deposed from rank caused ft murmur of discontent in the metropolis; and this feeling inceased to a rtorm of indignation when it became fciown that the young General was not ^ly placed under arrest, by order of -the Czar, but that he was confined With felons in the great Neva prison. Even the Nihilists, who so lately ihirsted for the blood of the young nobleman, now that he was treated by the tyrant like one of themselves, fell for him a feeling akin to pity, if, incU^d; it were not akin to brotherhood. Colonel Orloff, himself the head ol the conspiracy that aimed at the life oj the Czar, -was out to-day in uniform, looking as fierce and royal as the Emperor's mo.^t faithful Cossack. But as the Colonel rode gallantly at the head of his regiment, for there wa3 to be a review to-day, he glanced eagerly to the left and right along the route which the royal procession was to tiike, and his malignant eyes lit up with a tierce light as he recognized old George Nevski and a knot of men whispering together in the arched doorway of a house that had recently been rendered uninhabitable by fire. He know that the men about George Nevski were the conspirators, and thai under their rough sheepskin overcoate they carried the fatal bombs, the oxplosion of which was destined to b? heard around the world. On the opposite sido of the street, Colonel Orloff also saw the insepara- j ble companions, Dr. Mulek and the i student. A little further on he caught a glimpse of an old ore-armed soldier, and lie wondered where he had seen j the man before. This one-armed soldier was Ivan ' Berger, who, secure in his wonderful j disguise, still walked the streets of the 1 city with imuunity. if not without fear, ! tbongn as yet he did not dare to venture into the house in which his itnpov ' 1 ? j I ensneu. mtnutJi uuu oiouci iraiucu. After Colonel Orloff and bis regiment had passed on, Ivan crossed the street and joined George Nevski and the group of Nihilists who surrounded him. "Why do you wait here?" asked Ivan. "We are waiting for his?Majesty tc " chuckled the * *T wJ* like Lsnce ana some of the others, nad been effectually disguised by the old costumer. "Then you will have to wait a long j time," said Ivan, who, it need not be said, was well known to all those present. "Why do you say so?" asked Manx. "The morning papers said the Czai would go out this street to the review ground," added George Nevski. "If that were his purpose," said Ivan, '"for some reason, best known to himself, ho has changed his mind. Not ten minutes ago tliG royal cortege passed out the Neva Prospekt. Hark to the thunder of guns I The artillery is firinc a rnval salute, and that Droves 0 ? j , t A that his Majesty lias reached his destination. " The men listened for some minutea while the booming of cannon* went thundering along the streets of the city. "There'll be a louder noise than thai if we but find the route by which the Czar returns to his palace," said Lance. "And we'll find it if we have to follow him to the gates of hia palace,' said Maux, with an oath. "Hare you heard about Lola Pulas ki?" asked George Nevski, addressing Ivan. "I have not," was the guarded reply "When did you see her." "Last night,* or rather very early tlxit morning." "Did she tell you she was going tc the palace V" i iit l ?,n i) ! X CULlllUb lUUllli, ouiu ituu. i&uvn ahe was desperate at the thought of having to move her father, who is believed to be dying." "Well," continued George Nevski, "no matter what her object may have been, it is certain that she went to the "Winter Palace this morning, and it is equally certain that she was taken fron thence and immured within that living grave, the Neva Prison. "You are sure of this?" "I am certain; for with my own eyes which are as good as the best when 1 . have my glasses on, I saw those devils, the police, carrying her off." Ivan did not wait to hear more. In joining the group of Nihilists, hia purpose was to try and dissuade there from the awful deed they had come tc perpetrate. But on hearing of the fresh trouble that had come to the woman that he had so hopelessly loved, every othei thought but of her protection fled froir his mind. Before his companions could ask his purpose, he started off, without having any fixed object, or destination, ic view, but feeling that he must dc something, for standing still was oul of the question. ' " What has come over Ivan? " asked Maui, after the young man had vanished. "Nothing," growled Lance; "it'i the same old sickness." ' sicuness/ " "Yes; love." Something that sounded like a laugh came from the group, but the next inBtant the stern, cruel light of deati glowed from under their scowling brows. " We must find ont which way oui game returns," said Maui, who seemed to be the leader of the party. " As he did not go out by this street, be will return by it," said a man whc bad not spoken as yet. " Why do you think so ?" asked Ifaux. "Because the Gazette announced that be would go to the review by this route; he changed his mind for some reason. But bo assured ho will come back this way. He must do it, or the people will say he sneaked to throw the Nihilists off his track. He must keep up an appearance of courage. It will not do to leave here. At this point the street bends and is narrow. From our vantage ground a child could throw Kbomb into the middle of the roadway, nong which his Majesty's sleigh must pass." This shrewd opinion met the approval of the others, and they decided to keep near there, taking care not to stand in one group or to remain on one spot, conduct wbich would be sure to attract the attention of the ubiquitous police. If these men, who had doomed the Czar to death, gave any thought of their own lives it was not evident in voice or manner. They might fail or be successful in thoir attempt, but no matter the issue to the Czar, the first attempt made on his life would bo the signal for tLaii own speedy destruction. Every man in the ^roup knew that bis own days were numbered; but, with much of that sublime heroism that distinguished the Christian martyrs, each stood ready to offer up his life that the days of the cruel tyrant might be ended. [to be continued.] The letter carriers find a good many empty purses in the letter boxes. Pickpockets think it safer to drop them there than on the sidewalk. on which the lady's dress had caught and held them fast. She leaned up against his chest, with one arm around his neck, and her long, beautiful light hair hung over her neck and shoulders. He was holding her tightly with one arm around her waist, while the other was stretched out as if grasping for something. Their eyes were wide open and they both looked as natural and perfect as life. Both were handsome and well dressed. His gold watch-chain gleamed in the lirrht and thn diamond of her enErasrement WHAT DIVERS SEE. WONDERS AND ATTRACTIONS OF THE WATERY WORLD. Humorous, Sad and Thrilling Rem iuiscences of Veterans in This Strauge Calling?Encounters With Monsters ot the Deep. Chicago has two thoroughly experienced submarine divers. One of them is familiarly known as Tommy jotinson. He is the mechanical engineer of the Dunham Towing and Wrecking Company. II? does not do much submarine work except to superintend mechanical arrangements necessary to raise wrecked vessels and their cargoes; regular work is done under his direction by other diverf who arc summoned here as their services may be required. If he could only plat out lots at the bottom of this partol the lake where he has so often tramped and prospected and sell them at Chicago building-lot prices he would speedih become a billionaire. There have not been any wrecks of importance here abouts for many years, aud most of the diving has been done for various com- I mercial purposes. body, hugging it with all his might and main. Instantaneously the startled fish lashed the water with its tail and fins, and vainly used all of its enormous power to shake off its assailant. But, Tom, with desperate vim maintained his hold j and was dragged along upward with the scaly monster, until the two came in collision with the keel of the tug Owen, ' which broke Tom's hold. Of course the jerking of lines and other violent and unusual commotion at once alarmed Captain Swayne and his men, who swiftly drew Tommy up. When they opened the casement of his helmet he narrated his novel experience amidst roars of laughter. The Captain shook his head incredulously until he glanced at the hook in Tom's hand, which had on it a patch of the scaly monster's body which had been ripped off during the struggle. Joe Faulkner may not be guilty of hu<j<;i?? big fish, but he is accounted as one of the sturdiest of workers under water, and describes the lake bottom as one of the pleasantest of promenading places in calm weather. Much of it is a level plain, varied by undulatioDS, banks and mounds, far out, very like the stereotyped phase of a rolling prairie. The water varies in depth from fourteen to forty feet. Joe is an inventive genius of no mean or ordinary grade, and has many original improvements to the usual tools and appliances of his avocation. His greatest invention is a submarine electric lamp, having a far greater illuminating power, and of better adaptability to all sorts of submerged operations than any other yet made. It renders objects visible for a radius of thirty to forty feet, and is convenient, simple and durable. Old Ned Barron, one of the best veteran New York divers, was here last nnri.ofo/1 fVw? fnllnwlncT guuuajf auu uauaivu >.uv *v.?w?. pathetic reminisceuce: "A few seasons ago I was sent for to come on and try ' at# | to recover the bodies of a young man and a young woman who had been drowned in the lake, off Milwaukee. "With a party of friends they had been enjoying a sail on a little yacht. A sudden sijuall came up and the vessel was capsized. The young man was a good swimmer and tried hard to save the girl, but crazed with terror, she clung to him and hampered his efforts until he became exhausted, and both sank together in full view of the others of the party, all of whom had gained a hold on the bottom of the boat and were soon ! rescued. The drowned couple were to have been married that very week?in fact, they were buried on the day set for their wedding. . They were well-to-do, nice people, and the whole story made me awful siul. so tl .t 1 really wished 1 Juki in been tol<l it all. Well, I went flown nrwl WillL-o/I urnim/] linHnm r\f that part of the lake for almo?t three days. Toward sunset of the third day, I had almost given up work for the duy, and I had come up around the end of a big ledge of rock, when I found them. The weather had been fine, the &un bright, and the still water was unusually clear. I was about forty feet below the surface the roclv was probably lUUfeet in, length, sixty feet wide, and the outer edge was rough and jagged. "Well, the two of them were just like sitting down together on the end of the ragged rock, vsiaA-v Joe Faulkner has also been actively engaged in shore work on river and lake fronts here and about the suburbs for over twenty years past. Divers must have plenty of pluck and grit, and both of these men possess u goodly share. Tommy Johnson on one occasion lay down on the bottom of the lake to rest awhile. While prostrate and motionless an enormous muskallonge swam up, and after deploying about reconnoitcring for a long while floated directly over Tom and proceeded to nibble at the toe of his rubber boot. Watching his opportunity Tom seized the fish and driviug his steel hook deep into its side quickly threw his other arm around its ring sparkled like fire. "I guess I must have stood there admiring of them fully ten minutes. Why, it seemed almost as if they were alive and I felt almost as if ashamed of intruding on their love scene of 'billing and cooing.' My heart beat like a steam force-pump and it just ached, I tell you. But I came to my senses, and walked up, disentangled her dress, put my arms around them, pulled the signal rope and we were drawn up all together. When we got ashore with the bodies it nigh broke my tough old heart to see and hear them go on. I can't stand those things as I used to once." A few years ago the coal-schooner North Star was sunk in a collision about sixty miles out in the lake. All on board were lost. Some of the bodies were i picked up and others floated ashore. Five, however, remained unaccounted for. Michael Gannon, a diver, went down to the wreck, which lay in a shallow place, about forty feet under j water. He found the vessel broken in two, just as if cut by a gigantic saw. The water was quiet and clear, and when he opened the cabin door something struck him, almost knocking him on his feet. As he looked up he saw an object striking at him again from behind the door. He seized it, and to his amazement and horror saw that it was the corpse of the Captain, with one foot tangled in the network of a loose hammock in such a manner that the open ing of the door threw the body forward, with its rigid, out-stretched arm striking it the intruder. The face was terribly distorted, the tongue hanging from the aiouth, and the eyes bulged outward. A little farther on he saw a man on his knees with one hand clinching hold of a l?erth, while the other was fastened with i death-grip on the waist-belt of a companion. Another man was lying in a 1 oerth with one hand grasping the wood- 1 work, while the other reached out and jeemcd to be beckoning to the diver. All 1 if these bodies were swollen to twice their natural size, their eyes were wide 1 >pen, and their faces wore horribly agonized or leering expressions. As the iiver stood in the doorway, rooted to ;he spot with amazement and horror, the 1 ghastly group of corpses moved with 1 '.he motion of the tide to and fro, their arms waving and their heads nod ding with hideous spectral cflect. Mike is a very stolid, stoical man, with an abundance of grit and strength, but that scene was too much for him, and he returned to the surface. Nor would he go down again until another diver accompanied him. American divers have never seen anything nearer a mermaid than some of the enormous Gulf of Mexico catfish which have large, round heads and oval faces, which the imagination might work up into human semolance. Enormous muscallongcs in the lake have a peculiarly intelligent head and face when seen under water. Everything submerged is magnified. People are very incredulous about ninny of fish yams spun out. by garrulous sailors. Divers in our waters tell of great fish, aud of eels twelve to fourtecu feet in length, yet they disbelieve iu the existence of these terrific monsters with a huudred arms that Jule3 Verne tells about in his book, "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," and which the theatre-going public have seen vividly represented iu "Fantasma." But authentic intelligence recently came from Wellington, New Zealand, that Archibald McGovan, a very reliable and experienced diver, while at work in the harbor there for the British Government. was seized by a devil-fish five fathoms uuiler water, and had an almost miraculous escape from a horrible death. I ~ i / - - _r un umug uowu ior cue purpose oi laying some block;? he was attacked by the octopus, which finally succceiled in fastening its tremendously powerful claws and U'litaclcs outo him like hooks of steel. As soon :is he realized the presence of the monster lie fought with the strength of desperation, but in spite of his almost superhuman struggles lie felt the long, flinty-shelled claws :md huge, muscular arms of tlxc horrid creature shut down and wind around him, closing up tighter ifnd tighter until he was securely bound lo the pile. His celf-possession, however, uiu ^oi ueseri mm, and Knowing inai resistance was useless he relapsed into perfect passive quiet. A little while after his resistance ceased he felt the arms of the creature relaxing their hold of the pile, and as soon as he saw they were free he gave the signal and was drawn up to the surface with the devil-fish clinging to his back. It was pulled off, and careful measurement showed the arms to bo fully nine feet in length. "It may be strange to hear mc say," said Ned Barron, one of the veteran divers, "that when I go into a dark corner or stateroom without a light and reach out my hand to feel my way and come in contact with a corpse I know the 1 touch instantly. If I am feeling around for it and expect it, why, I am not startled. But if I am at work lifting out goods from a cargo and unexpectedly feel a corpse float up against me, it shocks mc, or sends a thrill of awe through me just for the moment. It is only for the instant, however, and then I at once grasp the body, before the current floats it away, put my arm around it and give I the signal to be drawn up. One of the most awful experiences of my life occurred a few years ago when I descended into the wreck of the steamboat Michi gan, which went down in an awful 3torm many yeara ago on her way from Buffalo to Chicago. When I went down to the wreck the water was still and clear and ray lamp lit up the cabins so bright that every object was distinctly visible. Chairs, sofas, mattresses and other things were floating about, and many of the stateroom doors were swinging to and fro with the surging of the tide. "I noticed one door that was closed and locked and I pried it open. It was a double room, and at once its contents floated out. As I was gazing at what seemed two mattresses afloat, and as I turned to look into the room, I felt something bump or push against my shoulder and neck. Just as I was about to step out and push it aside it came exonfltt in rt f m tt tonn nnr) f amaka/i i UUMJf 1U ilUUt yjL LUJ 1ULU auu uyuuiitu it; I knew it was humun remains. Turning the light of my lamp that way revealed to me the bodies of two young girls, perhaps of the ages of sixteen and twenty years, respectively. Their eyes were open?those of the youngest were wide open; they were large, full, blue eyes, and they were staring directly into mine, as I stood there, at arm's-length away. Her long, golden hair was loose in beautiful tresses; the face was lovely and her figure elegant. She was just the size and of much the appearance of my own and only daughter who was j lost at sea, and I was transfixed and | rooted to the spot, as all the recollection of that greatest sorrow of my life came back to me. She looked almost lifelike enough to speak to me. The other body was that of a large brunette whose eyes were partly closed, and her thick, black hair was tightly done up in a coil at the back of her head. They were in their night-dresses, and were clasped in each other's arms, their hands being clinched in the rigidity of death. Their nnoitinn fViue rrovo ricp t.rt flip I'llPnrV t.hflt pwoinwi* 6"'~ J in the last moment of dire peril and utter helplessness, recognizing their inevitable doom, they clasped each other in a sisterly embrace, and died kissing each other. There's a pretty hard shell over my heart, boys, but when I looked upon those pure, young girls in their white robes, looking so much like angels, I felt solemn enough, and I put my arms around them tenderly and took them up out of that chamber of death. Do you wonder that when I reached the surface I broke down and cried like a blubber- j ing school-boy? You may rest assured ; that I did not descend to the wreck again that day. No. My heart was too sore. I shall never forget that scene as long as I live. No, never!" As he concluded he bowed his head on his breast, and none of his auditors broke the silence that ensued. But when he raised his head again we saw j that his face was white with suppressed \ emotion, and his glistening eyes indexed j a greater depth of sadness than could be told iu a flood of tears. ? Chicago Times. Mr. and Mrs. Spnrgeon. rm t>? /~il 1 tt c rr-Vin me i\ev. uuunes n. o^uigwu, , for a quarter of a century has been the ! leading light of the Baptist denomination ; ?in England, has beeD j very ill for some time, but recently was reported better. Mr. Spurgeon was the sod of a Congregational minister,and was borD at Kelvedon, Essex, in 1834. When vcrj young he became th< pastor of a church al Waterford. Fron there he went to New j c. h. spurgeon. Park Theatre, it Southwark, London,in 1853, and in 186] the Tabernacle was built for him. This building seats between 6000 and 7000 persons and is crowded when Mr Spurgeon is there. He^ has preached to 20,-" * 000 people in the Crystal Palace and the Z ay Agricultural Hall. Mr. Spurgeon is not an wFj orator in the usual BEL , I sense of the term. JKImI His voicc is clear andg^jggL sweet, and he is very earnest. When youn" he was married and - ' /> } ' has two sons. Both arc preachers, one in susie spukuisu?. Australia and the other in London. His wife is an earnest worker with Mr, Spurgeon. 1 Abont the Same Tiling". iliitPi i "By Georgo!" said Mr. Polar Bear, jis he gazed at the Borcalis; "it's a corker." "No,"' said Mrs. Polar Bear; "it is not a corker. It's Aurora."?Puck. ? The wealthiest class la tne united States is considered to be vastly richer than the wealthiest class in Great Britain. The average annual income of the richest 1U0 Englishmen is about $450,000; but the average annual income of tho richest 100 Americans cannot be less than $1,200,000. The whole of the sewerage of Paris is soon to be utilized for tho purpose ol maintaining market gardening. ^^ ^ ; A dark horse?The nightmare.^- Wori. .. .?* uiUr Gazette. - i. FARMING IN IGTPT. ITS BACKWARD STATE IN THE LAND OF THE PHAROAHS. Primitive Farming Implements in Use ? Two Kinds of Soil? nu Ji' ciiuus, v? aj;uuof Barns or Horses. The farming implements used in Egypt, says Frank G. Carpenter in the American Agriculturist, are of the same pattern as those used in the days of the Pharoahs. I went down into the tomb of Ti, under the desert above Cairo, and near the site of ancient Memphis. Ti was a great nabob about four thousand years ago. He built himself a number of subterranean chambers of grr.ivite, and adorned their walls with paintings illustrative of the customs of the age. Here I saw pictures of the shadoof as used to-day, un(\ hneirlA tVincr* nrp nir?tiirp<i nf mf>ri / ?? f ? ? plowing, showing that the Egyptian plow of 1890 is precisely the same as it was when Moses was a baby. It consists of a pole or tongue about six feet long fastened to a piece of wood bent inward and shod with a three-pronged piece of irou. Affixed to the pole is the handle which is held by the farmer. He holds it with one hand, and he has a stick in the other. The buffaloes or bullocks are fastened to the plows by yokes, and I saw no plowing in harness. These plows merely scratch the ground. Bui they seem to serve the purpose. The winter crop of Egypt, which is sown immediately alter the inundation, is spread over the ground without plowing. The seed is tramped into the moist earth by oxen, or rolled into it by a wooden roller, and it is wonderful how it grows. Egypt has two kinds of lands. One is made up of those soils which need nothing more than the yearly inundation to make them fertile, and the other is co posed of the lands which arc artificially irrigated, and are given water lurju^aout the different seasons. The fli'st a.-e rnllpd "Rfii lands, and these form as th_ water subsides. The difference in the climate ia the various parts of Egypt makes a great difference in the sosd time. In Upper Egypt, this begins in October; in Central Egypt, and about Cairo, it comes at the beginning of November, and in the lower Delta the foil is not ready before December. In about four months, the crops are ready for harvest, and the winter harvest is the chief one of the year. The winter crops consist chiefly of wheat, barley, bcuiis and clover, and almost as soon as these are harvested, the land is prepared for the summer crop. This crop is raised chiefly on the lands artificially irrigated, and it consists of tobacco, rice, vegetables and cotton from the pruned plants of old stales. me crop is usuaiiy narvested in August, and after it comes tiic autumn season, which is the least important of the Egyptian farming seasons, and la3ts only seventy days. Still, in this season the greatest part of the Indian corn of Egypt is raised, and maize ranks next to wheat among the Egyptian grain crops. At the beginning of October the delta of Egypt looks like tae great cornfields of Kansas and Nebraska, and the whole country takes on a new beauty. I can hardly describe the beauty of ac Egyptian landscape. There are no fences, and the farms and fields are separated only by the character of the crops and the canals. There are no barns nor houses in the fields, which are so small and so rich in their crops, that they make the whole country look like a vast garden. Everything grjws like the famous gourd of Jonah. The patches of clover bead their heads over with the weight of sweetness, the cotton in the next patch bursts forth in its pods of whiteness, and beds of heavy green point out the rich coming harvests of beans. There are few trees to be seen, only here and there a cluster of tad palms marks the site of a mud farming j village, and a grove of date trees reminds i you that you are in the tropics. The fields are free to all. You maj j ride anywhere on your donkey, being careful to go along the edges of the crops, and you will find few wide roads, and, away from the cities,no carriages or wagons. I venture to say that there are not one thousand wagons in the whole | land of Egypt. Camels and donkeys are the beasts of burden, and bullocks and buffaloes are the chief farm animals. I Even carts are a rarity. . Camels carry the heavy loads, and you see everywhere their great outlines in the blue sky, against the background of the deseit. They will carry as much as a horse can haul, and when loaded with grass or hay, the bundles are so great that only their legs peep out below, and it looks as though the burdens were walking ofi bodily. It is the same with the little donkeys, many of whom are not larger than a good-sized Newfoundland dog. They are loaded so that onlj their legs show and are driven in singlefile across the country, carrying the crop? r\r\ ViamPQfl Tlf LU uijutvcu J litj nui u uv/ MM*? halters, or pack-saddles, and the farmers who drive them are bare-footed men in a singlo gown of blue cotton. An ordinary donkey can bo bought for from tcr dollars upward. Camels are more expensive, an<! range in value from thirfcj I dollars up to one hundred. The last, j however, is the price for a riding camel, i itild it ul'w b?' interesting to state thai camels have then Jaits Just ^ do horses: and there is quite as great a aiuJ."Tnce 11 their endurance and speed. Most of the riding in Egypt is done upon donkeys. The Egyptian rides him usually without a saddle, and guides him with a stick, instead of a bridle. In t^c cities the merchants, and in the country the ricb farmers, have men or boys to follow behind and whip up their donkeys, and these, in order to lighten their labors not infrequently knock off a picce of biircskin, the size of a silver dollar, and use this as a spot into which to poke their goads in order to make the donkey go. There are no horses to speak of in Egypt, but the mules and breeding asses, many of which are brought from Arabia, are very tine, some bringing prices as high as live hundred dollars apiece. The farming population of Egypt, notwithstanding they have the richest soil on the face of the globe, are amonir the poorest of their class. Their holdings are small, and thoy are taxed to death. They are happy if they can get the bare necessaries of living, and their homes in ni-ety-nine cases out of a hundred are lints, made of dried sun-baked bricks and huddled together along the unpaved streets of a village. These huts are square or rectangular in shipe. They arc seldom more than seven feet in height, and their roofs are flat. The live-stock of the family often takes up a part of the room, and goats, and cows, and donkeys,] and men, and women are crowded into( one little room. The wife of the farmer, works as well as her husband, andfj though she must wear a veil over her face' to keep other men from seeing her, she carries all of the water for the familyj from the Nile on her head, and provides the fuel for the family. She cooks without a stove,and the people live on the cheapest of food. They know nothing of thai beauties of Nature, and they have neither, gardens nor flowers. The houses are so closely huddled together that you could' plant an Egyptian village of five thousand people on a. twenty-five acre field.1 You would hardly consider the houses of the town fit places for your hogs, andj you certainly would not trust one of yourj blooded horses or registered snortnorns within them. Farm wages are scarcely life supporting. In upper Egypt there are thousands of men bending all day itt' raising these Nile-eaters, who receive from five to seven cents for working from sunrise to sunset, and about the great city. of Cairo I am told that the average of farm labor is not more than twenty cents a day. Such of the farmers as own their' laud can do no better. Their farms are not more than one or two acres in size on the average, and six-sevenths of all the ; people of Egypt live by farming. Taxes range from five dollars an acre upward, and there are import taxes, export taxes, and taxes on all kinds of produce at the city and village gates before they can be brought into the market and sold. ? cm- lt?4- tfrino '?SH 11 A. JlUt ObJXUO. "Do you know what brings about the changes of styles in silk hats?" said a Fifth street hat maker. "No, sir. How is it?" "Well, the best hat manufacturers of America are members of the American Hat Manufacturers' Association, which has its headquarters in New York city. The Broadway association meets in New York city on the second Tuesday of January and August, and adopts the spring or fall style of silk hats. "How's it done?" ?)j^| "Every silk hat maker present submits a style or design, ana when all are submitted the association votes for the different designs, which are numbered. The number receiving the highest number of votes is declared the style. The spring style has not been adopted yet. When the designs are adopted the block makers Dreoare blocks of the stvles adopted, and I i 4 r on a certain day every maker who is a member of the National Association is shipped the blocks. Of course every . 'J; manufacturer can put out goods of his own style if he chooses, but as they are not in accordance with the fashion they ' do not find ready sale." "What is a good silk hat worth?" "From .our to seven dollars." "Some are cheaper, aren't they?" w ; "Yes, but whenever you buy a silk hat for less than four dollars you take m chances." "Where does the material come from?" "The cloth of which the body of the hat is made is manufactured in England.1 It cannot be made here. The covering or outside, which we call 'silk plush,' is from France, the only country that produces it." "What is the output of silk hats in America?" "Oh, it runs into the millions."?Cincinnati Times-Star. ? Will-Makingr. ! There are very few people who make their wills while in the enjoyment of good health. There seems to be a feeling that a will should not be made.until death is very probable, or at least likely. A man don't like to sit down coldbloodedly and parcel out his household goods ! and realty as if he were penning a message from the grave. When a man makes his will he has to have the old scythe swinger rather too conspicuously in his mind's eye to draw the document ;,i any comfort. Besides there is always Ia^ fliinmj mow lionnon tUC ICC11 LI^ tliab iuuo Vi uiuj uwl/l#Vi* before death comes to change the dis1 position of one's goods, and the trouble i of writing new wills and codicils deters people from drawing up their testa; ments. It is safe to say that not one ' man in a thousand fhinks of dying any other way than in his bed after a sickness. He thinks of having time to pre! pare the will when its preparation is ' necessary. This delay in the drawing ; of these documents not only causes much confusion tlirough the unexpected coming of death to prevent making a will, but it is the cause of many wills being drawn hastily, incorrectly and incoherently. Every man should save the people he leaves behind him all the trouole possible, and he could do this by " * * ' *" ? ?I* V? n ia r\a?_ Having lilS wm iuaue nunc au u jvtifectly cool and calm.?Star-Saying*. i ? t The Fascination A'joct a Jail. * ! I think, says a St. Louis detective, there mmt be a fascination about life in jail, for men who have been in there for a little while seem to leave it with regret and do not lose their interest in what 1 goes on there for some time after thcj ) are released. Time and again I have 1 noticed men who have been confined for 1 a few months come back every day after their release and stand at the door looking in. They have no friends in there, unless they made friends among the other r ?t-l-inv /In nnf- sipalf or wish piLSUliCIOj auu buvj v?v ?? - -A i to speak with any one. They lean against i the gr.ited door and look in, a?i if M ' wish ihey were back. I really tbink i some of them become attached to the 1 'ife, and one reason is that unless they are men Sentle feelinS*. th?y do not * feel the shame ?< their position as long as i they are inside, but -ben they come out 1 and meet other men they khrw > y ,v? the jail stain on them and they every one sees it. I have often watched i them standing there by the door, and I wondered just what feeling it was that drew them back. ? Obstructions in the Eye. When you get a cinder or speck of dust or other offensive particle in your eje, don't rub it. Don't touch it. Don't I pull down the lid. Don't put your hand I near it. Let it alone. This is very hard advice to follow, aud in nine cases out of ten you will find yourself rubbing your eye before you know it. But if you can reirain from touching your eye at all, the action of that organ will itself | cast out the offending mote in much ! quicker time and with far less irritation, while your efforts would only hinder it and perhaps fasten the intruder so that it will stay a long time. Of course, if it is a paiticle of metal you will consult a surgeon or ocu.ist at once, but ordinary substances arc best treated as above indicated. Some people say "Rub tho other eye," but this is of no use. ? Wa?hinqton p'-~. -