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9B>ijSS8BBHaS3BBBaSs^B5Wi3^|B^ of proBBpilSllB^^ was law! 11 r. this beau-' There appeared attraction in the lounged in faimers left tbeir loaded KBmml^^ffl|w^P?ne market square to gather street corners conversing in MB^S^^HP^es, and even the children susm^j^yned play and watched these unusual awSSH^dicafons of something approaching, much as they would the preparations for ra circus parade. Yes, something, truly, was in the air? rumor. Dark, uncertain with the past eventide, the nieht had ripened it to gossip. Tittle?tattle!?the women leaning over boundary fences discussed It with bohbering sun bonnets near together. Suspicion was rife at the breakfast hour, and now, in the faces of a motlev crowd gathered on the principal throughfare, there were lowering looks, while half-muttered ejaculations of restless anxiety, sometimes anger, told that they were there for a purpose, and every eye seemed centered on the bank. More prim, unsympathetic and forbidding than even, the sombre pile of masonry, severely plain, frowned down upon passers-by, this rare October morning. Stauucher than ever, the great Iron doors, the barred windows seemed to hold safe and hidden, the secret whitefaced men lonjred to tear from its strong Iron heart. They passed it slowly, to and fro, sometimes encircline the square to view the house of Abel Merwyn which, backing to the bank building, and connected with it by a covered passage way, fronted on the next street. But here, too, every blind was closed. Lifeless as the bank, there was no more token of the presence of the great village banker | lo tde domestic circle, than at bis post ' of du?y. ^ What had happened? This:? Thirty minutes before the bank bad closed the previous afternoon, tfjp smart, dapper Cler? of a mill employing 2$0 men, -j^vn jauntlTup the steps of the bjyik with a check to meet the demands of pay Jay., Five minutes later, he had stuml]ed j 4ow_g t?em fikj a person recovering from a vivid snock. ^In ten minutes his story wa3 told? ' refuse^ pa\m?nt?Merwyne*s. ina'olyejt or crippled, had ahotfn empfy""coffers to meet a large de^oand! For the first time in ten years, the bank had failed to honor a valid check! mln Hicoatorl The wnrrts I ran like wildfire. Menvyn's was 9bakv? Menvyn's was tottering?the bank had Stopped payment! Like the scurrying denizens of an ant bill, from store, mill And tavern, came pouring iorth a startled, excited throng, men looked one another askance, repeated the palpitating Intelligence, and started straightway for the bank. One man wedged in just as the great doors were being shut for the day. Het was a small depositor, and was promptly' , paid. An excitable farmer, his bankbook brandished wildly, threw himself against the portals as they clanged shut. ! "Xy money!" he raved madly, "mv bard-earned savings! Merwyn, you thief! you robber! my money, or I'll tear your house down over your head!" The unreasoning depositor was suddenly silenced. The door bad opened abruptly. A tall, athletic form slipped through the portals, and confronted ihe quivering mob resolutely. "Gentlemen," he said calmly, "it is past banking hours. At 10 to-morrow morning, those who are anxious to heed the idle rumor of some meddling miscreant that the bank is unsafe, will be paid in full." Then Arnold Dacre, cashier, factotum to the banker, active man !n charge, passed through the crowd, leaving its members spell-bound botween hope and suspicion. Arirl It. wac 10 n'flonlr nnw! A niffht of anxiety had passed, a morning opulent with promise had dawned. Would Arnold Dacre redeem his pledge? Half-a-hundred men were gathered on the pavement opposite the building, halfa-bundred more lined the iron fence that protected the ban a area. It had been a strangely moody throng all the morning. It was a marvelously silent one now, as, from the Town Hall, there boomed forth ten solemn, palpitating strokes of the bell. 1 The hour had arrived, but not the, man. Every eye fixed upon tbe massive Iron doors, the click of a catch, the quiver of a knob would, have be detected. One minute?there was no movement at the metal-guarded portals. Two minutes?through one of the windows craned heads detected a form crossing the counting room hurriedly, a great leather portfolio in his hands ? John Wharton, the clerk of the institution. Three minutes?lour?nvc: low mmterini;s besan to creep upon the air. An Involuntary sway of the crowd took it a *ard nearer to the iror. steus. One man. with a muttered curse and a sob about "the little ones at home," stooped in the streetway, and kicked loose au immense ^paving boulder. "Where's Merwyn?" he ground forth. "If there's any trickery soing on,if these doors don't open? " "Hush! They're coming" With a great unanimous breath of suspense, the throng swayed forward?a iform had appeared at one of the windows. Arnold Dacre's set face camo into view. He was smoking a cigar, and ?those cold,contemptuous lips of his never quivered, his deep-set eve never quailed as be faced the fluttering mob. He did not come to the doors. Instead, jbe. raised the heavy sasb. reached fiuV giowyfflrag^^nHnSra^P"id curses, the iron Ht8jwgpg|j^^PBd loosened the paving MR|?|BjgK^B^rv like that of a lost rang far above the incoHfipM^WpuIt, bis hand, brawuy with MS^Bcrembling with the emotion that ^^^^m that be was begeared, swung ^^Rbove the angry heads of the throng. He lifted tbe great paving stone and shot it forward with a curse, straight at the massive doors of the bank. A frightful crash shook the ponderous metal portals?a knock like that of doom fell on the strong bank doors. And upon the hearts of those within. CHAPTER II. THE BANKER'S DAUGHTER. A cry rang through the private office | of Merwvn, banker, as the shock of the I paving stone jarred the great front doors ?a cry of fear and alarm. It proceeded from the old grav-headed clerk, John Wharton. Twisting his thin hands nervously, his face ashen, be sprang from his seat. "It's come!" he breathed, with a gasp of terror. Those men?" "Sit down!" With a scowl, his companion drove him back chattering to the chair. Then, unmoved, still coolly puffing at his cigar, Arnold Dacre ran over the compartments of the portfolio spread out on the table before him. i "The ignorant cattle!" be hissed contemptuously." Let them rave a bit, and cool their hot blood, nothing short of a battering ram or a fifty pounder would score an effect on those stout iron doors. What! shakine yet? See here, Wharton!" he ground out fiercely, "we're to near the end to lose grit now." "The end!" panted the quivering wretch before him"?oh! Mr Dacre,wby was I Jed into this?why didn't I get out when I could? When I think of the ruin we're wreaking, the heart-break, the crime?" "Silence!" ordered the cashier angrily. "You helped me, because I can clamp iron manacles on you if you disobey me. No one's golne to harm you. It's Merwyn they hold responsible." "The Kindest master, the best man ever lived!" groaned Wharton. "Mr. Dacre, when he comes?" " When he comes ? aye, indeed 1" laughed the other. "Each man to his own responsibilities. The books are doctored, the securities hocused, a net spread he can't very well evade. I'm sorry I Jogt the bulk of what we might hav? tyid In reckless speculation^ JjMt here's a cool ten thousand in easy cash, alnTbad." ' Pay it oul as far as it go^s ?. dogjt have blood on vour hands, Mr. Dacre, don't?don't!" cliattered the clerk. '"fou miserable craven!" crled'Dacre, with blazing eyes, "do you think I'll saunuLu an, wuuu uuo cuu 10 ov ucoi?uu j you think I covet a cell in the penitentiary, to waver now? Silence! What's that?" Arnold Dacre snapped tho portfolio shut and arose quickly, as a timid, nervous knock sounded at the rear door. He went to it and opened it. A woman, aged, white-faced, trembling violently, tottered over its threshold "Mr. Dacre!?this trouble?" It was Mrs. Grey, the banker's housekeeper. She had come through the covered passage way. Her haunted eyes told that the tumult of the raving, raging multitude without had reached the living rooms of the banker. "The trouble is serious, verv serious." spoke Dacre gravely. "You had better not remain in the house." "Miss Flora sent me. She told me to learn what it means. Has Mr. Merwyn iuiui uuu; "Returned:" interrupted Dacre quickly. No, thank heaven! With that unruly mob thirsting lor his blood, it would be scarcely safe. The bank is broken, Mrs. Grev. Tell Miss Merwyn she had bettor prepare to leave here. I will seo her to a place of safety. Should they attack the house " But, with a cry of terror, as some new missile shattered one of the costly plateglass windows in the counting-room, Mrs. Grey had (led precipitately. Gasping, trembling, she ran down the covered passage way. rier lace uie color of ashes, she burst into the banker's library. A young cii) sprang up as she entered. It was Flora Merwyn. Into that beautilul face had already come a latent anxiety. It was augmented to vivid concern, as tho old housekeeper panted out her story. A shudder crossed the fair form at the recital. Her lips set tightly, the white brow snowy as alabaster was drawn in an expression of mingled pain and resolution. "The bank broken? oh! that is Impossible! My father in danger!" and Lhe anxious eyes took a quick alarm. "Surely, they would not dare to molest him!" "In their frantic race they are reckless," murmured Mrs. Grey. "You roinember th?i trouble a year ago " A year ago! Whiter crew the lovely face. A spasm of anguish crossed Flora's lips. Did she remember? Willi no reply but a sob. half-choked down, Pho turned abruptly and ran up the staircase to her own room. Did she remember! Her blinding tfinru hop hn 1 f-snnnrnssnd sobs answered the torturing query. Fate Itself seemed to thrust certain remembrance upon her mind, as. hurriedly ransacking a drawer in the dressing case for a Din for her loose (lowing tresses, there looked up at her from its depths?a photograph. A true, honest face?a brave, manly face, it fascinated her for the moment. "Ray Webster" was the name written on the margin of tho picture?the last, the singio memento of that occurrence? "one year ago!" Oh! why had that memory returned to torment her soul now, when every thought, and emotion should be centered on the safety of a beloved father? So vividly, too! In a flash, there came back to her heart the old days?the dear days, when Ray Webster, clerk in her father's bank, was her accepted lover. And then?heart break, a shock that &ent her into the delirium of fever, thp MHMHF011 dau*hQH|HhH|Mm gBPnort to the ^QB^SIhS^BBB9| Kt a worthless jE&S|9?^^B^H^Hfft)y burned withgEAgJHHffl&ffi^P^le letter that Ray |99^HSx|N|^Kwed to write from his MWaHuMBB^r mmsr EEgH|^^Fmust be her one thought now. ] Sffl|MPe<jalled the angry mob that had { H^Ked about the bank the day it was , j^H^ed after the discovery of Webster's JKefalcation, she shuddered at the thought 1 of her brave, unsuspecting father appear- < Jng among them now, when failure had really coma Failure! She could not believe it. ^ Why! her father was reputed wealthy, j the bank dividends were larg<i Was some sinister hand involving them in all ttiis trouble? Only the week previous, 1 she had sat in Mr. Mcrwyn's office while ( be endorsed a draft for thousands. Besides that, invested in the city, was ] her own splendid fortune left her by her j mother. a That she had beptged her father to take charge of personally only a week since. Failure!?the bank broken!? with all those resources at hand! Still, the fact confronted her?a howl- f ing, ravenous moo wituoui inreaieueu > destruction. Her father bad looked palo e and anxious when, the night previous, c he had ordered his horse, and announced j that he was going to the city, twentyfive miles distant, on important business. , "He will return by the regular road. , I will saddle Beauty and meet him and * warn him. before he reaches Rid;*efield," c reflated Flora. I Afrs tirev wrunir her hand* a? Flora t appeared below, clad in ber riding habit. r and announced her intention. The T lovely 11 p3 curled scornfully as the housekeeper recalled Mr. Dacre's promise of providing a place of refuge for them uutil the storm was past. a Once moanted on Beauty, once turn- s ing the corner Flora Merwyn paled a c shade deeper. One glance at the mob, Q scuffling, shouting, burling missies, told that the appearance of the supposed cause of it ah, Abe' Merwyn, would be the signal for a murderous assault. As Flora passed a cottage, a woman iiaranguing a throng of neighbors directed a curse at'"that thief Merwyn's daughter, with her linory!" and some workingraen passine from tbe mill, scowled darkly at her. Enmity was abroad. With a wildly-beat ing heart, Flora directed the trim little steed across the bridge and, keeping to the road that ran along, the river, peered anxiously ahead, expecting to meet her father evsry moment. "He will certainly come thiii way. There is a road leading to the town on the opposite bank, but it is in bad repair. He always returns from the city this side," she reflected. "On! on! IJeauty, once beyond the thicket ahead, and we shall have a clear view down the road for over a mile, aud may see him coming. Mercy!'' The exclamation marked a catastrophe. Urging on the pony at his fleetest, his forefeet struck a Durrow. Ke stagirarail nrtri cfiimhlorl A r\rn r*t.\nc>( I hnrcn. woman Floraieaped unhurt to the(;round, but when she tried to lead Beauty from his difficulties, she found that one foreleg was abrased, and he limped badly. "I shall have to proceed oh foc t," she murmured, a trifle dismayed. "What is that?" S'jt, whatever it was, or whoever it was, that rustled throueh thewocd near at hand, the disturbing presence passed from view and miud, as she secured Beautv to a tree and hurried on. ARffcrlv ahead down the road, as she neared a spot where it branched sharply from the river with a sigh of disappointment, she discerned only a load of hay toiling along th^ dusty country throughfare. "I will rest here awhile, and wait." she decided. "What matters, so I intercept Lira finally. Father! father!" Just sinking to n fallen tree, Flora sprang to her feet with a wild, joyful f8 fry. q. Her hands pressed across hertumultu- q ously-beating heart, silo cried out with all her might, and strained her vision 61 across the stream. P Just visible at a break in the bushes, ti on horseback, was her father. To save j tl tiin* hv a shorter although a rougher I n road, '.ho banker had taken the opposite ? shore in his return to Ridgefield. There was no bridge nearer than the town, and the broad, rushine river separated thein, but Flora relied on her voice P to reach and halt him, till she could ex- w plain and warn him. o: 'Father! father!" she cried again as r*t g a second break in the bushes, tho forir of the horseman was disclosed. {T [TO HE CONTINUED.] V( An Accomplished Southern Girl. A Southern paper publishes the following advertisement: ""Wanted? By a young lady, aged 19, of pleasing countenance, good figure, agreeable manners, general information and vaneu uccuuipusuuieuus, wiu uas studied everything from the creation to crochet, a situation in the family of a gentleman. She will take the head of his table, manage his household, scold his Gervants, 'mt:se his babies, check his tradesmen's bills, accompany him to the theater, cut the leaves of his new book, sew on \ his buttons, warm his slippers, and v generally make his life happy. Apply y in the first place to Miss , Hick- 1 ory Grove, Ga., and afterward to I pupa, on the premises." The Proper Course, Most people are aware, says Life, that it is the custom of turf gentlemen to settle their accounts 2\cry Monday at Tattersall's It was on one of these occasions that a backer, by an oversight, paid his bookmaker ' a betting debt which he had settled I already. This put the "bookie" in a mental fix as to what would be the best course for him to take. "Shall I rob my wife and family," he argued with himself, "and return the money; or shall I keep It and go about with a seared conscience?" Unablstode- " cide the point himself, he sought the . advice of a brother professional of . greater experience. "Paid you twice over, did he?" said the latter. "Ask him for it again!" Nativity of New York's Police. Of 1590 men appointed as members of the t police force of New York City between Au- c gust 1,1895, and January 1, 1897, a period T of seventeen months, 1285 were natives of | the United States, 211 of Ireland, forty- 1 eight of Germany, twenty-four of England or Canada, six of Austria and Ave of Scotland. There were also two Russians and i one Holstein Dane. IEN. Fair GothFabrics for Kt Wrinkles n in Vogue. r ^optx'lcll new lUflx juettcr.^ The fan is the sworcl of the woman. tVliile rummaging around a quaint (hop on lower Broadway last week, I ;ame across an oddly pretty one of the Liouis XIV. period. Fan collections ire great fads nowadays, and no society woman who wishes to be strictly 'in it" can afford not to be the owner )f at least a half dozen of these frail:ies of caprice. The Duchess of Marlborough has a beautiful collection, md one of her recent gifts to her ,i -\<f: T?.1:4.1, ht.? licnu, 1U1S3 juimu mui iuu, w?o a xuu tupposed to have belonged to Marie Antoinette. * ? * * * * Speaking of Miss Morton, what a horoughbred American girl she is! rust before her departure for London, vhere she is to be presented at the Queen's drawing room, I met her, ac:ompanied by her two sisters, the Misses Lena anil Helen Morton. Miss Sdith looked exceedingly well groomed i-.-i ,i? rt? 11 u UUlUl-lllitUC j-ituil UUObUlliC ui uiud ind gray whipcord, with which a blue lilk blouse was worn. Her sisters vore gowns with trim little Eton jackits as well; Miss Helen's sylph-like igure was set off by a linen crash suit vith which was worn an India silk ihirt waist finished with a soft crush sollar of the same. Her nobby sailor latwas of white, with a black band. Miss Lena, who is tall and radianty Junoesque, looked like a picture in ler costume of tan suiting. Her hat >f coarse straw was trimmed with a >rofusion of pansies and mignonette, rhich contrasted effectively with her mrple and green changeable silk raist. ****** The newest designs in shirt waists ,re in pique, flowered organdies and heer silk. The latter are worn over orset covers of taffeta silk, and colired mulls or percaliue lace trimmed. MU /|\NC ? ? "*n^Ov o'ri / I N V >V > VVoV^ N -K ? ?:o;> roc P\*/^sSV^0 N^y KJ\\*?V?V s \onnn> K" N SV* > . O NS> c>\\"VC^no^ns: K.\\vy >>.s sN 0x\ A\\\\N\\N NX \\.^V /\? > ?\\ V >X N \\\S W ro\o > ?\?s Cxx\^ v /^cc s>^? o JN ' N > N \ V-' x N ^ v v\N N to .v">>' S?>SNN >s l>^\\\S NWNn ns\%\s X* % .O 4 > \\N ^i^iVs o>v7 TAILOR-MADE ETON COSTUME OF BLUE AND GRAY WHIPCORD. The revival of the Mfirie Antoinette ishions, brings back many of the ex- i uisite fancies of the old regime, nee again fair woman revels in flowred satins and uilks, and it is whisered that perhaps the end of the cenlry may see satin breeches worn by le dandies of the period. The ' ompadour too, so becoming to most eople, is still correct. * * * * * * o i; . aaaav^AT) . X HLIC^ lO uciu^ attunwuii laited! But this is only a straw, ind-blown from Paris, and a broken tie at that. Tbe dainty underwear is athered and knife-plaited. To be strictly a-la-mode tbe dressig of tbe neck with fluffy bows, or ery hi^h stock collars is almost as 1 JIp Wri': COSTUME OF TAX SUITING. auch of an accessory as the gown tself. This is the season for the aristically slender throat. Gloves, like flowers, are in every hade this spring and although there ire many women whose devotion to he shrine of fashion will cause them o affect some of the more garish colorings, the white, pearl gray, tan and mle lemon shades are always in better uste upon nil occasions. At the new literary coterie known as lie "Little Sisters of the Quill" a few Charles Dana Gibson. Her gown of * violet gray had a bodice of chiffon 'with sleeves and corslet of violet velvet. A L GOWN OF VIOLET GRAY. C huge bunch of violets was worn at the ^ corsage, and the combination was both dainty and effective. No street costume is complete to- j day without a bunch of posies, and the flower venders find little difficulty in l i * 11- _ _ * 1 A * disposing 01 xneir mass 01 ueu-uty. ^ The old-fashioned flowers, too, like the lilac, primrose and peony find much favor with maids and matrons alike. #**** ^ Cut steel is again in vogue, and the i careful housewife who is saving, may f now rummage about in boxes and drawers for the steel ornaments and trinkets of years ago. The newest style belt has two & buckles in the front, one on either side, to make the waist look smaller, c French gilt, silver and enamel buckles a and belts will be much worn with the thinner summer frocks. The costumes illustrated herewith u J c ml-. xVN>S>Cv\l / 1 ft A V "CO^l / I iStM r< Z LINEN CRASH SUIT WITH WAIST OF SOFT DOTTED MULL. 6 g were designed by The National Cloak ^ Co., of New York. WORDS OF WISDOM. a The wish to shine, makes men fools. ^ Don't try to impart ideas by your Feelincs. - 0-The war is not over because we have lost a battle. a Make a call too short, rather than be J yawned out. A little sin has as much deaCh in it 0( as a big one. Some would rather face a cannon than their own evils. The man who can tell all he knows ~ of religion, knows very little. It is a blessing to have opinions; it is a'curse to be opinionated. g All sinful life is moral insanity; and a guilty act is criminal lunacy. al The man who knows how to live w well, will not have to learn how to die h well. Nature is God's; botany and geology ire men's; so religion is divine, theology, human. -*" 1 1 3..1 1. DC me man wnose opinion is naruesi iu set is the man wliose opinion is most ^ w orth getting. The saddest ignorance in this world C< is not to know the pleasure that comes from self-sacritice. . Opinions are a good thing to have m in life, but on extra pair of suspenders Vl is often of more practical value. w It is a merciful provision of provi- S dence that in hours of darkest sorrow we are not conscious of what we suffer. The Creator spends so much force in sunsets and aj'ple blossoms, that vj there must be some great use in merd s beauty. ., Calling a man hard names, is often i only another way of saying that he | *!' dares to differ from you in opinion.? Pain's Horn. j Pointed Toes Out of Fashion. te Pointed toed shoes have gone out of si fashion, but shoe dealers say people are not willing to go back to more b< sensible footwear. Round-toed shoes tL are fashionable, but pointed toed 6hoes P are sold. The chiropodists rejoice over this latter fact, for the shoes with sharp toes have done much for their business. ai Greenhouse to Cost 8100,000. Buffalo is rejoicing in the prospect of possessing within the present year a fine greenhouse, all crystal and Bteel. UI The structure will be 200 feet long m and will have an octagonal dome about 88 75 feet high and 60 feet in diameter. al It will cost about $100,000. gi )UR BUDGET OF HUMOR .AUGHTER.PROVOKINC STORIES FOR LOVERS OF FUN. racking?A Request? Possibly the Reason? In Boston ? Convincing ? Then jseither Hade lip?ine noma ?rai?? More Doinegtlu Oppression, Etc., Etc. I told her in passionate measure That my love was her own completely; She smiled with a sorrowful pleasure, . And said to me, slowly and sweetly: "Your love is my own completely; Alas! that so soon I must spurn it," She said to me, slowly and sweetly, "I haven't the heart to return it." ?Percy L. Shaw, in Life. In Boftton. "Browning, dear?" "1 am listening, love." "Are my spectacles on straight?"? ludge. Convincing;. "What makes you think he is inlove rith you?the way he behaved?" "No. The -way he misbehaved."? Indianapolis Journal.. Then Neither Made Up. Miss Rosy?"My mind isn't made ip yet." Miss Speyt?"It's more than you :an say for your face."?New York rournal. A Request. Mrs. Y.?"My daughter is a promsing musician." Mr. C.?"Well, get her to promise i_ _j. ii. tf tr uat ?ue won t sing any more. ?zon:ers Statesman. More Domestic Oppression. "What is leisure, Popper?" "Leisure? Well, it is any old idle ive minutes I get while your dear nother is hunting up something else or me to do."?Puck. Fosslbly the Reason. "They say that Batch hasn't a dollar o his name." . "That must be the reason he has lever beer able to get any woman to ,ccept it."?Cincinnati Enquirer. The Horrid Brute. She?"I never expected to work like his when I married you." He?"I didn't suppose you cared, fou worked hard enough to get me, Lion t you/ ?Indianapolis Journal. Heroic. Brawn (to dentist)?"I won't pay nything extra for gas. Just yank the ooth out,even if it does hurt a little." Dentist?"I must say you are very lucky. Just let me see the tooth." Brawn?"0,1 haven't got any toothiche; its Mrs. Brawn. She'll be here n a minute."?Tit-Bits. An Uprising in His Midst. "Speaking of Cuban uprisings and Qsurrections," said Wallace, "I shall lever forget one that occurred twenty ears ago." "were you present.' assea jerry. "Very much so. I happened about ive minutes after I had lighted one of ay father's big, black Havana cigars." -Cincinnati Enquirer. A Unnecessary Admonition. "Did you tell that young man not to all here any more?" asked Mabel's ither, severely. "N?no." "Why not?" "I didn't think that it was necesary. I don't see how he could call ny more, now. He calls seven times ! week."?Washington Star. < Safe While It Lastt. "I haven't got any case," said the lient, "but I have money." "How much?" asked the lawyer. "Ten thousand dollars," was the *piy"Phew! you have the best case I rAV AOV/1 nf *P11 DQfl "IT/MI -r* vci v/Xi j. 11 oco mav jvu uc?ci o to prison with that sum," said the iwyer, cheerfully.?Boston Traveler. . An Easier Kevenue. Sparring Teacher?"What? No lore lessons? Why, you only took : vo." Amateur (much the worse for wear) ' -"You see, I wanted to take enough jssons so that I could learn enough ' bout the manly art to lick a man. \ 've changed my mind now. I guess ] will send the fellow down to take the 1 jsb of the lessons."?Eochester Demcrat and Chronicle. 3 Trouble Among the Freaks, I "Oh, Reginald, I am so glad you " ave come!" puffed the Fat Lady. We have just been having an awful : mer" "What is it?" asked the Living i keleton. "The India Rubber Man got angry b the Leopard Boy and swore he 1 ould knock the spots off him, if he I ad to do a stretch of ten years for it." i -Indianapolis Journal. i True to His Order. , The Lady?"I'll give you a good teal if you will cut up some of that i ood." The Tramp?"Sorry, but I can't ac- ] jmmodate you, madam." i "To lazV to work, I suppose?" 1 "Not that/qaadam, not that. I would j e false to my' irust. You see, I'm a iember of the Sodiety for the Preserition of the American Forests, and ] e never cut any wood."?Yonkers , tatesman. -.v-. i, ' t' - :. The Sufferer. ' v "Mayl ask what is going on in the j ^ illageV" inquired the ^obsenfant tranger. I "We're celebratin'the birthday of ^ le oldest inhabitant, sir," replied the '* ative. "She's a hundred an' one to- axr air " "And tell me, pray, who is that lit- ,1 e man with the dreadfully sad coun- j inance "who walks by the old lady's f de?" f "That's her son-in-law, sir. He's 1 5en keepin' up her life insurance for 1 i' last thirty years."?Cleveland s lain Dealer. ( i Photographing the Artsries. After much study and painstaking t i artery in the arm of an adult has t jen photographed. The patient had I jen suffering from some trouble in i le arm which the physicians were ? aable to correctly diagnose. By i eans of the X-rays deposits of lime t ilts in the blood were clearly shown, i id the case was treated in accordance ith the facts elicited by the photo aphing as described. j C GOOD ROADS NOTES. ngfi Strangely enough a railroad if W8 smoother than a plank road. "Honest Elections and Good Roads'* is the platform on which Charles Gr. Richie, of Louisville, Ky., is standing ^9 for re-election next November es Judge ^ of Jefferson County Court. i Fred Harvey, thirty-five, a Barre (Yt.) teamster, was thrown from his wagon while driving over a muddy place in the road, and a wheel passing over his head forced his face down into the mud in such a way that he was smothered before aid reached him. A novel case was recently decided by a judge in Brighton township, near Sacramento, Cal. The wheelmen of the township, who have a cycle path, were very much annoyed by the wandering of cows on the path, the animals preferring the smooth path to the road. An animal was impounded by the county officials and a test case made. The cow came off victorious, as it was found that no pound ordinance existed for the township, though most of the other townships had laws covering such. The fourth annual report of the Commissioners of Public "Works of Ogdens- i burg, N, Y., gives an intesting detailed account of the work done for road improvment during the past year, for which work $16,470 have been expended. Ogdensburg is now provided with excellent facilities for road construction and improvement. The equipment, the aggregate value of which is about fifteen thousand dollars, will serve for years to come, to build and keep in repair a superior class of macadam roads. Many farms in this State have entailed more labor than was cheerfully bestowed in piling stones taken from xi.. i J _x * L r i?ue lauu, Bwue xeuuea uemg eeeu ior miles, yet right alongside of these fences of stone the farmers have driven fetlock deep in mud for years, -when they could have used the stones to better advantage on the roads than in any other manner, as they were encumbrances. Now that the stone breaker quickly reduces the stone for the purpose, muddy roads should be covered with stone. Philadelphia Saturday Post. "The wholesale trade of the city has been undeniably light. A number of causes have operated to this end, the principal one of which has been the weather. Country roads in much of the tributary district are little better than impassable, and act as a bar to the ordering of goods not absolutely neces i) rru- j>I ~ n.? v our jr. iuc uuuvc, liurn tuu \xj ulajjj.uacial column of the Chicago Tribune, is extremely interesting. It conveys a large lap-welded (fact, that, like a cancer, is eating into the prosperity of large tracts of our otherwise glorious country, says the L. A. W. Bulletin. Nearly twenty years ago General Grant, in enumerating necessary lines of public improvement, named the public schools and highways. Once when, he and General Sheridan were in a re-, miniscent mood, the old commander said to "Little Phil," speaking of the latter's famous ride to the battle of Cedar Creek: "Sheridan, if that battle had taken place after a prolonged i rain, and there had not been a good . pike from Winchester, you would never have been promoted to the head of the j| United States Army. You would not ^ have reached the battlefield to cheer your men, and there would have been a great defeat for the Union forces instead of a great victory. That would hdvp Ipft, Mead a and Thomas a loner distance ahead of you in the line of promotion." Where Soldiers Are Hit. A great military authority says that when a well-built man of six feet is facing the enemy he presents a surface to be shot at of one thousand square inches. His face has an area of fifty-six inches, and his neck of twenty-three inches, and out of every hundred men wounded in battle fourteen will be wounded in those parts. They are the most exposed parts of the body, whether the combatant be in a trench -vr V>oliinr? n. trp.fi or wall. The trunk offers nearly four times as large a target, but it is usually protected by some form of defense work, and is, therefore, hit only nineteen times in a hundred. As Scraps says, it seems extraordinary that the arms have as great an' area almost as the body. That is to say, what the anatomist calls arms, which include the shoulders. They measure two hundred and twenty-six inches, and receive thirty out of the hundred hits. The reason they are oftener hit than the body is that they have to be exposed so much in firing. The legs, including the hips, have the largest surface of all, measuring four hundred and twenty-two square * inches, or nearlv twice as much as the ^ arms. But they are nearly always protected by breastworks, rising ground, trunks of trees, etc., and so they are wounded only thirty-five times out of the hundred. When fighting at close quarters the bead and body suffer very severely, ind when fighting from behind trees' the arms, having to be put forward to Sre, receive an unusual number of wounds. A curious fact, which every veteran inows to his coat, is that when the ground is hard bullets are reflected apward and wound the legs and lower ?arts of the body, while, if the ground ivere soit, xue ouueis wuuiu uuij :hemselves in it. I His Autograph In Tin. I Forty-one years ago Thomas MtTSTamee, President of the Wabash Naaonal Bank and one of the wealthiest esidents of Wabash County, was a ourneyman tinner in Wabash, and put i tin roof on an old dwelling near the mcient lock of the now defunct Wabash and.'Erie Canal. When he had inished the job he etched with a scratch-awl his name in the last sheet )f tin. The property now belongs to :he Thompson Milling Company, and Mr. McNamee has made a request of he latter to be permitted to cut out +in Vtaavinrr fllfl OilfnorrOYlll iUC ouccb ux iiiu ucaiiuk iuu )laced there before the war, and per--^^ nission has, been granted. The roof ihows no signs of wearing out, though t has withstood the elements for more han forty years.?Indianapolis (Ind.) Sews. The Bermudas export over 17,000,100 pounds of onions annually. I