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]f[e c?~~TM A NC Sp S3rs. ?li2al (ISABELLA [Copyright, 1W2 and 1S?3, by 1 CHAPTEK Ail Y . | CONTINUED. For a moment Polly hesitated before reading this letter. What did it contain, this potent slip of paper that had meant so much to her mother? Would the -words there written forever crash her confidence in both Iriend and lC7er? This was T\hat Dolores had written:' 'To you who bnve treated mo a3 kindly, fiS generously as it I liad been your own child, though I camo to you a stranger, :md almost a waif out of the streets, I write ihese farewell words rather than to our dear Polly, because I hope thnt you will understand them and think that what I am doing is the best and only way. 3Ir. Stanley. w'ho is, as I believe, more truly attached to Polly than to any one elseDarling Polly! Who could help loving her? Even such men as Clarenco Stanley appreciate the love of pure, good women, such as my dearly loved Maruja? As I was going to say, Mr. Stanloy imagines for a moment that he loves me. Perhaps he does not even imagine it, but only hoped to flatter an Inexperienced youDg woman by a pretended passion in order to obtain the Mendoza treasure; but even if he was sincere in his protestations of lovo for me, he deludes himself; and the influence I have so unintentionally thrown over him will vanish as suddenly as It carao wnen do no jonger sees me. For that reason I am going away, now, without even saying good-bye to any of you, because I know . that Marnja would protest against it, and the object of my departure would be lost if any one could trace me. In the happy future that will como to Maruja? dear, sweet little sister, as I love to think o! her?I will some day send her news of myself; and, in the meantime, let no one be anxious about me. The.generous allowance you have insisted on paying,me for Polly's Spanish lessons provides me with moro money than I shall need, and I have made an engagement with an old. friend of mamma's happy youth, who is returning to California, and who needs a governess for her two little girls. I heard of her a couple of weeks ago, and would have spoken of her then, but thought best not to do so, for I had thought ot taking this step some time ago? How I wish now that I had done so! I feared, but did not wish to believe in the nature or Mr. Stanley's feelings toward me! I had a horror of misunderstanding tho whole situation, and also of being misunderstood, for it seemed to mo verj silly and vain to suppose myself the object of attention from a man who was eugaged to another girl, and especially ono so good and ovely as Polly Hamilton. I go, now, however, and I can only say again how I wish I had gone sooner; and again a thousand times how I love and thank you all for your goodness to a friondless, unknown, onely girl. Dolobes." Mary looked up with moistened 1 - 1 I eyes ana quivering lips wueu ou? uau finished reading the letter. "How can you doubt Lorita, mamma? How can you imagine that she has gone away with Clarence? It is a heart-breaking letter to me. The effort to be calm and self-possessed when she was suffering torture! The attempt at formal phrases, that yon might not guess how much the writing of that letter cost her! / Oh, it is the most pathetic thing I ever read!" "I cannot see any pathos in it at all, Polly. It is extremely woll-considered, and strikes me as the composition of an experienced woman of the world." Polly almost laughed. " 'An experienced woman of the world!' " she repeated. "My guileless Loritn! You might as well apply tbe words 1o an angel. But the whole manner and tone of the letter onlv prove to me the constraint that Rita had put on her feelings to make her write like that. Oh, to have her leave me like this! It is worse even than? than?the other grief! How did she go? Where Las she gone? Alone and friendless in this cruel world; perhaps as destitute and even more unhappy than when she first came to UB." "Btft she has money, Polly. What she says is true about that. Both your father and T gave her all the money she would accept, under the pretense of those Spanish lessons. And you furnished hor wardrobe; so that she had no occasion to spend a dollar for anything in all these months. It is true she has taken nothing with her, except such things as were gifts, especially from you; and Frances says she selected every tlimg you nau cnoson or iiaa admired when she wore it. All the rest remain? "Oh, mamma! And doesn't that show!" interrupted Mary. "But it will be easy for Lord Clarence Stanley to give his wife a trousseau," said Mrs. Hamilton, with contemptuous insistence. "You don't consider that they have gono together. Last night, your father, after reading the news I told you of, went to the hotel to call on Clarence, and? be was gone! Gone and no news to explain why, or where be had betaken bimself; for when your father made inquiries he oould only ascertain that orders had been given to forward all lettors to the previous address in Chicago, and tlfo carriage engaged to convey him and his luggage bad left him at the depot, where he was to take the train for the West." "Eat, mamma " began Polly Hamilton, and then paused abruptly, nimble to proceed. Mrs. Hamilton conld only wring her hands in misery. She dare not say auythicg further of what she still believed to be the heartless treachery of Dolores; indeed, she blamed herself that she had said so much; but, though cruel, it was surely the truest kindness that Polly should know the truth. She drew the girl's head to her heart, and holding her there, she wept with her, and said with all the comfort she could find: "Be a brave girl! Your mother loves you, darling?vour mother and your father. We are still the truest fricmls, and we will never betray you." CHAPTER XXV. MASTER AND SLAVE. After leaving Olive 0%e, Clarence Stanley returned to bis hotel and made soff-^'rfhat ostentatious preparations for a journey. Having then }>aid bis bill, he was driven, with bis luggajre, totbe depot, to get the first train lor Chicago; but before boarding the train he chunked his mincl con * J reasfire. i)-d > )VEL. ?eill ?. tinier.' CASTELAR.) Kodert EoKsia'e Soi:s.) gratulating himself, ^ith a stmie, that be bad not yet bought bis ticket, and was hurriedly driven in an entirely different direction and to a part of the town in no way resembling the fashionable street in which he had been living for some weeks. All this had occupied several hours, and although he had bees very busy, Lord Clarence bad, notwithstanding, given a good deal of thought to the ! possible future as it now loomed up in | the distance and to the lady who had elected to Bhare that future with him. He was rapidly acquiring an unbounded admiration for the mental I resources and executive ability of Miss Olive Gaye. "By Jove's thunder," be thought, "she is worth all the rest of the women pat together! We shall make a team! It will be worth while to run in harness with a girl like that, and it ** * xl. ^ will De sure Deiuag on me ^j?u ui j us." He hail just reached this satisfactory conclusion when the carriage stopped in front of a tumble-down tenement-house, and without asking any questions Stanley directed the coachman to carry up his luggage to a room on the second floor, where he found, as he knew he should, Henri Van Tassel, in a state of stupefaction at his sudden appearance. "Don't profess to be surprised, old man," said the new-cpmer, in his pleasant manner. "You must have known I was liable to turn up here any day, and don't give me such a frigid welcome, or I might make the mistake of supposing that you were not glad to see," and, indeed, to judge by the face of the unhappy Van Tassel, no one would suppose such an idea a mistaken one. The professor's appearance wa? cadaverous from apprehension; but in the depths of his soul there was comfort. It came from the memory of I *n?lrv*.A& , 4-V? a vAort foHo/I tttifV?oron JL/l/JUICD, I/HO iuot, inuwuy ?wvuv? vv. now, which she had thrown to him in answer to the prayer for help from his despairing heart, was still redolent of promise and of comfort. From that night he had determined that' if ever Stanley endeavored to inflaence him by, mesmeric power to the commission of any evil deed, he would fly to Dolores for protection, and by the power for good?the atmosphere of purity and holiness that seemed to emanate from her?he felt that he should be Baved. Though terrified by this sudden invasion, he felt strengthened by the memory of Dolores, and he replied, with a faint semblance of spirit, that his pleasure at this unexpected visit was by no means as great as his surprise. "Poor old Van!" thought Clarence, watching his reluctant host. "He has no guardian angel; and in a few minntoo hfl will h? mv obedient slave as asual." "I am only going to trespass on your hospitality for a day or two, old man," he said, aloud, with that air of good-fellowship which he had always found most effectual in dealing with Van Tassel. "I had uctually started to leave town, but felt that I must see you once again, if only to provide for your future, before I say farewell forever to this eastern portion of the continent. To-morrow or next day I shall start for Chicago, and thence, as the fancy takes me, to the shores of our glorious Pacific." Van Tassel instantly looked up at the self-invited guest -with an expression of relief on bis pallid countenan6e; and Stanley continued, as he drew from his pocket a liberal roll of gold and bank-notes: "And this is for you after I am gone. I know you think me an incorrigible scamp, Van, but I think of you, old man, bad as I am. Now, take this boodle and lock it up carefully, fob when I am gone, I guess you will have seen the back of your last friend." Van Tassel answered by a grateful look, and, gathering up the money,he tied it securely in a chamois-leather bag and put it into an inner-pocket, saying: "There is no safer place here. Of course, < I may be robbed and murdered for it; but if I am that will put an end to the whole story so far as I am concerned, and I am tired enough to welcome death in almost any form." Stanley watched him, making no answer to his words,but with his gaze lixed upon him, till Van Tassel,under the influence of that strange, compelling, magnetic glance, suddenly sank into a chair, all oollapsed, and once more, like the ill-fated bird beneath the fascination of the rattlesnake, sat helplessly looking into the eyes of his master. Stanley slightly smiled, and, without even the form of the waving passes of his hands, continued to looked straight into the fascinated eyes of his victim till the latter's head dropped on his breast, and he was fast asleep. "Are you ready to obey me?" asked Stanley. "Not ready, but I must obey yon," said the reluctant voice. "The time has come to use the dagger. Is it ready?" A - i?- ~ iVk A A itlr rt A BVruii? SilUUUOi OUUUJV IUC mcvuovi man till he seemed in danger of falling from hi9 chair; but the effort at resistance was useless, and as soon as it had passed he answered in choking ga^ps: v "I have a dagger! It will serve: It has been used before! It is there!" He pointed to the miserable cot-bed on which he slept, and Stanley understood from the gesture that the dagger was concealed in the mattress. He was now so sure of his victim that lie scarcely listened to his replies, knowing that Van Tassel rnnst absent, to everything he said; and with only a glance to nee that he was obeyed, he now ordered him to get the dagger and conceal it on his person. The sleeper rose and went toward the bed and, with the perfect accuracy of the somnambulist, instantly found the r i } f Aweapon aud, putting it in bis pccket, sat down ou the edge of his cot. "Now you will accompany me when I leave here, presently,and I will tako you lo the door of Celestine's house, j You arc Iier brother, remember, and I that will admit you to her presence at I once. Sbe is alone to-night; the baron does not return till a late hour. Jealous though he is, he leaves her much alone, but, perhaps, he has an object in that. The one thing that _ i i *11 concerns you, uowevei, mat uo wiu be absent to-night. If she refuses to see you, say that you are sent by Carlos. That will be enough. With what she now knows and what she suspects, she would go through fire to speak with you. You will be shotvn directly into her presence. Have the dagger ready. The instant you stand before her, plunge the dagger into her heart. You hear and understand?" "Too well?too well!" groaced the sleeper, whose torpid conscience once more strove.to arouse ..itself in order to fight against the will of the fiendish mind that controlled it. But the effort was vain. The unhappy wretch wrung his hands and groveled for mercy; but Stanley continued inex orably: "You will obey?" "I obey?I obey!" groaned the victim. Stanley paused a few moments, watching Vau Tassel; acd when the latter seemed tranquil and without any further effort to struggle against his stronger influence, he made a few upward passes before his face and bade him awake. mi 1 iiit! pruiesaui upcuou uio ejca um* gazed at him, pale and terrified. "Don't look so scared, old man," Stanley said gayly; "I was only trying if I liad lost the power. I don't believe in it, you know, but there's a kind of fascination in trying it on oc- . casionally." Stanley rose and walked about tho room, and opening a door at the farther side, found that it opened into another small apartment, meagerly furnished with a table, a couple of chairs and a dilapidated sofa. "This is not a luxurious den of yours, Van," he said; "but nomatter. I have beeu used to roughing it in my day, and I can sleep anywhere. That old lounge will do for me, and, in the meantime, I invito you to dine with me. I have been so busy all day that I forgot about it, but now I feel quite hollow. Come along; a good dinner j will replenish tho inner man and imI II.. 1 1.. + ? I pi'UYtt til V 1UUHD VI tuc UUlM (Uu iiittUi I Anil catching up his hat and cane from the chair on which he had placed them he moved toward the door. Van Tassel looked about for hie hat, and having found it put it on and mechanically followed Stanley out into the street. They ha3 walked for more than an Hour when a church clock in the distance struck the hour of ten. Stanley took no heed of the time, and appari ently Van Tassel had not observed the striking of the clock. He was i listening to the conversation of his companion, who had cast aside the ; role of Clarence Stanley, and for the furtherance of his purpose, was deep , in certain reminiscences of their first acquaintance?the days when Van Tassel had been the prosperous and wonderful Professor Van Taseel, manager of the great clairvoyant and mind-reader, Mile. Celestine. "And here," said Stanley, suddenly pausing before an imposing mansion, the windows of which, on the second e waro Vtril1innt.lv licVit.Ail "in Dlu'Jl "v*v ~ J --O 1 .? this very house now lives like a princess that same Celestine; while you, her devoted brother, to whom she owes everything in the world, life it! self, stand here an outcast and little better than a tramp." "Celestine!" he muttered, in a voice of anguish. "What is this horror that has come upon me? Celestine! My little sister?I loved her always? why should I harm her? No, no, no! I cannot raise my hand against Celestine!" "You must!" whispered Stanley, in his ear, like the voice of satan. "She has treated you vilely, and deserves to die!" "'To die!'" repeated Van Tassel, like an echo; and instinctively his hand sought the dagger in his breastpocket, and a cruel, angry light gleamed in his wild eyes. "To die!" ho 6aid again. "Yes, if I can reach her?I shall reach 'her? but I must be conning,- cunning; or she won'fi admit me; but I have the pass-word. Carlos! Carlos! Ha?hal That will bring me to her if she had to wade through fire! He said so, and he knows!" With a bound like a panther he suddenly sprang up the steps, and Stanley heard the echo of the furious ringing of the bell. TO BE CONTINUED. Some Copious Languagef*. Among all the European languages theEnglish is the richest so far as the number of words is concerned, and it ''? "Iba r% An a tt? V? ? /ili hna nlrln/l +A ifa AO UJ.OIS IUO VUV UUMVU vocabulary the largest number of words within the last half century. The latest English dictionaries contain not less than 200,000 different words. Next in rank coiues the German lauguage, with 80,000 words, and then come in succession the Italian, with 85,000; the French, with 30,000, and the Spanish,with.20,000 words. AmoDg the Oriental languages the Arabic is the most copious, its vocabulary being even richer than that of the English language. In the Chinese languages there arc 10,000 syllables ov roots, out of which it is possible to frame 49,000 words, i Another notable language is the old j Indian Tairil, which is now spoken in ! the South of India, and which contains, according to the latest calcula^ tions, 67,042 words. In the Turkish language there are 22,530 words, and thus it in r!fh#>i* tVinn tho Knnnifih and some otter European languages. A singular fact is that aborigines, as a 1 rule, have very limited vocabularies. The Kaffirs of South Africa havo at 1 their disposal not more than 8000 I words, and the natives of Australia use only 2000 words.?New York I HeTald; ? In the good old days when there i ! were such things as horse oars and po- I lite conductors the following repartee | was overheard on a downtown car: ' Conductor?"i>ep: pardon, sir, bU; this nickel has a plug in it." Passenger?"Thai's all right, con- 1 ductor; to has the car."?Chicago \ News, ' J H . . i : -Jltk ' . " * ..?*' \ . _* T - 7 BARBED W3G f A~~ sptt^ ^ ^ SOUTH AFRICA AS PART 01 |The Blossburg "Gusher"! tjj| Greatest Oil Strike on Record. $ ? PENNSYLVANIA'S NEW KLONDIKE. ? 7T RIVER of oil has created a / \ second Klondike in Penn/^\ sylvania. It has made a city of a monntainside hitherto sacred to rattlesnakes. It has added millions to the real estate values and'made heiresses of poor farmers' daughters for many a mile around. Most important of all, it has proved that the geologists were wrong when they deoided, years ago, that oil would never be tapped east of the Alleghany watershed, and it suggests the possibility of the world's oil market being flooded to such a degree as to briDg prices down to next to nothing?that is, if Mr. Rockefeller were not here to keep thera up and put the difference in Ms pocKet. Snch, in brief, are tbe facts concerning the BlosBbnrg Oil Company's well, the source of a river which is jealously caught and imprisoned as it gushes fr6mBi.he earth, because every gallon of it is worth money. It is pouring out wealth at tbe rate of $3$5>QOO a year?a thousand dollars a'djlij^and it represents only the beginning of what may be expected of a region; "trlxere land is ten thousand times more valuable to-day than it was before the oil discoveries. This last is a literal fact. If the fcELiVAN AYLE3W0IITB. JOHN AYLE6WOIITH. (The brothers who have struck oil.) mountainside hn<l been offered at auction before a drill had been sunk it would not have fetched ten cents an acre. Now there is not an acre that would not sell for $1000, with a mob of bidders fighting for precedence. Pine Creek, tte most famous trout stream in Peunsvlvania. is the centre of this oil rnsb, -which rivals the gold rush of Cape Nome. The big well? there are many smaller ones around it, and more are being sunk every day ?is three-quarters of a mile southeast of Gaines, Tioga County. It penetrates the rock for 654 feet near the edge of a bluff that rises 120 feet from the bed of Pine Creek. There was a time when tbe hills for miles in every direction were covered with the finest pines in Pennsylvania. But the creek has floated out billions of feet of timber, and now the region is a desolate ono of stumps and brambles, repellant alike to the agri :ulturist and the artist. The story of the "Great Gusher," 18 it is known in the parlance of oil men, is one of the romances of for;une, deserving a place beside the bonanza tales of California and Nevada. Those for -whom the well is pouring forth its $1000 a day are country merchants and professional men, formerly of moderate means, none of whom knew anything about the oil business. They are former Senator Walter Merrick, John Aylesworlh, Del. Aylesworth, William Aylesworth, Dr. D. O. Merrick, Georpe Clark, J. D. ConnorR, W. S. Scott, Mark Davis, W. H. McCarty, A. E. Botchford, H. R. Whittiker, F. H. Stratton, W. C. Babcocb, F. L. Jones and "W. A. Robarts. Tbe company is not incorporated md business is carried on as a copartnership. The drilling of the Great Gusher was a forlorn hope. The company had already drilled one well on its lease of 155 acres and had found the 3and as dry as powder. Under the lease a forfeit would have to be paid if two wells were not sunk. The 'orfeit would amount to about the <ame loss as the dialling of a^Well. With the slenderest [shadow of a hope?merely, in gambling parlance, to "have a run for their money"?the partners decided in favor of the well. i, . TZV i .-...r.-T TlT'WARFARE. JED ARo'uND cmEVELEY STATION IN ? THE BRITISH DEFENSES. v In selecting tlie bluff near the upper end of the property they disregarded the advice of experienced oil prospectors. To drill there was pronounced an aot of folly. To emphasize the hopelessness of the case work was begun on Good Friday, April 13. Any gambler would, have laid big odds against suoh an unhappy combination. For ten days the drill burrowed its way through varying strata. On Mon* H .x ' ' f/./ 1 > i P' OIL FLOWING INTO TAH^WSW (lay, April 23, it gnawed slowly for an { hour through a hard formation more( than an eighth of a mile below the surface. "She's strnck sand!" shouted.the driller. . } It was only that the drill had : dropped into a softer formation?and! >. the sand was likely to be as barren aa,, Coney Island's?but force of habit! impelled this cautious man to con*;' nect the well with the storage tank provided to save the first rush of oil. He was just in time.' Before the tools could be withdrawn from the hole a yellow torrent gushed forth and filled the tank with a roaring and a splashing that sang of millions. I "She's struck oil!" was the shout; and it echoed down the valley and be- j yond, till at every farmer's door and on into the cities were echoed the magic words, "Struck oil!" Every telegraph wire in the land flashed the story of the Blossburg Oil Compuny's Great Gusher, and capitalists began to speculate on the strange developments that might follow the discovery of a subterranean petroleum lake east of the Alleghanies. As for the Great Gusher, it spouted forth 2200 barrels the first day and 2500 the second day. Before noon on the third day it had I repaid the partners their entire expenses on the lease?the investment had cost them only 85200. At the close of the fifth day they were S14.000 richer for the mere trouble of catching the oil. Then the Great Gusher sobered I doWn to tbe cbeerfal song of $1000 a i day, and tbis it continues to sing, I week days and Sundays, with no sign I of weariness. ') It is tbe greatest well known to the t northern oil fields since .1882, when tbe Cherry Grove field, in Warren 1 County, Penn., made tbe world ring i with tales of sudden fortune. t Cherry Grove knocked tbe bottom { out of oil prices and ruined thousands of men engaged in the oil business 1 elsewhero. Blossburg may do the i same thing if it proves to be over a t big lake of oil and not merely a small pool, as was the case with Cherry Grove, which exhausted itself in a year. ^ This important question can be ^ settled only when test wells have been ( cnnlt fnr miles around, and from tbe ( way speculators are rushing into the 1 Pine Creek regioy doubts must soon ' be dispelled. The Elossbmrg property is being honey-combed with drills. A well near the Great, Gusher is' yielding 540 bar UNABLE TO CONTBOIj THE FLOW OP OIL. E ; i f; rels a day, and another is produotive a in a smaller degree. f( Just what kind o! sand the oil comes from no one knows. As soon as the j tools pierced the shell the well flowed a and no snnd was bailed out. Whether there is ten feet of it or fifty, whether it is brewn, white or gray, no one ci 1 - ... ; .... : ,V'i iV'-.r knows as yet. The company has been kept too bnsy caring for the oil to worry abont the color or thickness ol the sand in which it has been stored np. The little town of Gaines has ac- i quired some of the character of a Western mining camp. The hotel has been overflowing for three weeks and the proprietor has secured every vacant room in town for his guests. The telegraph and telephone havo become metropolitan in their activity. Keen men with large bank accounts roam everywhere, snapping np speculative chances. Their talk is all of barrels and dollars, leases and wells, drills and pipe lines. The Standard Oil Company, alive to the great possibilities of the new field, is laying a four-inch pipe line across the mountain to connect with their main pipe line twenty miles away. On the lighter side of human nature at the Pine Creek rush are ranged the clairvoyants and hazel twig magicians who. infest new oil fields. One of these "oil smellers" will sell out his occult gifts as a prospector for from 810 to 8150, according to the means and credulity of his client. Some of the individual cases of sudden,fortunes are full of interest. Joseph Bernauer was a poor man two years ago. His little farm on the bank of Pine Creek yielded him a living and that was all. He peddled milk every morning and evening to the housewives of Gaines. < His farm proved to be right on the oil belt and his inccme from royalties is now over $500 a month. s^ekieepers ' and small total %orld!y poeseBBions were worth ^ei;tiapl'$$(H) have been offered $125,000 for their rights in tliia gasher. ~ oilf?ri Woman In Cuba. .. Benorita Silvia Alfonso'y Aldama, x.*. U< Mai . n 1l ASA A k A?OM ltAfl wj1u00 :,{k/jrwuw id ncic ouuvrii, xiao been voted the beauty que$n of Cuba. The election <,was j recently held in. Havana preparatory t<5 the carnival to ;wenty well-kn<3?*jo^^ of the aland were coniijljmtfs^for the honor. 3enora Josefina;iRwar?,def 'Pnlido, ;he ..daughter o?..Count -Feraandina, raa' the . last ^?an Benorita to be limilarly honored. < ' * > Silvia Alfonso wap,born in Cuba, ;mt was educated in ?aru. one lived n New York from time to time during ,he past four years, during the pro-? jress of the recent* insurrection. She will be the recipient of every lonor during lestival week anc^ will emain supreme for two years until ,he next festival is held. How to Live a Century. Dr. D. K. Pearsons, of Hinsdale, [11., a millionaire who ie making it his jusiuess to give away his money to mterprising colleges in the West, re;ently made some very interesting statements in explanation of his conlition of hearty and'hppeful health at ' the Vage of eighty .jews., .^He says he \ , expect* to live until M ifi he is a hundred, and ! ^is life va >% v w of th (wnsidering. y "Moat/men dig their ,ws3d3$sL graT^fy with their ?rfrVfi iN teeth," he said. "My V pi 7w " stomaoli is my friend J' f\ ' \ i;/ J and I'm happier than } ' 1\Jj/ / any other man on f \Jt ' earth.He says the j jr. d. k. fear- man Wio wants to live ! sons. to %;'ripe old age ' ihould keep cool, 'Apt overload the, itomacb, breathe pa^jftir and lots of t, eat a vegetable die?{nofc eat 'late mppers, go to bed early.not fret, not ;o where hell get exflited, and not orget to take a nap after dinner, ["bough he is a doctor himself, he hrew all his medicine awayyears ago, I ind he says he does not know what an j iche or pain is. He takes regular de- j igfrt in his gifts to colleges, but will ?ot allow anyone to make a hero of ] lim, as he hates excitement. He ] ays a man must "keep cool" if he j pants to live a hundred years. "It's I he worst thing in the world," he j aaintains, "to get angry or cross." j i le gets up at G, eats a light break- I J ast, works till noon, eats a vegetable j ' nd fruit dinner, without tea or cof- ! } ie, takes it easy the rest of the day I t nd goes to bed at 8. He says he ! * oes not want to die till he has given I t way all his money. J { ???????? j 1 Even the rich girl may have a poor j t Diuplexion, I r C 't $ ' ;*'4 : BORROWING THE BABY. "Good moraln'. My ma sent m? To ast you how you was, An' hope you're well?you know 'at Is- ; Tli' way she alius does. My ma?slie sez, you're strangers, But then she kind o' thought She'd like to borry th' baby 'At you folkses 'as got. ' "My ma sets by th' winder An' watches you and 'im, An' kind o' smiles an' cries to wunst, 1 'Cause he's like baby Jim. Who's Jim? He wa9 our baby? 1 We named hlra after pa. Say, o'n we borry your baby A little while fer ma? "My ma she sez she wouldn't Mind if your baby cried. 8ho sez 't'd be like music? . Since little Jim has died. She sez she'll be good to him, 3 An' she'd like a whole lot, If we c'n borry the baby 'At you folkseo 'as got." ?Josh Wink, in Baltimore America; PITH AND POINT. ^ V Blobba?"I understand that deu- "j (rists now not only extract teeth but insert them." Slobbs ? "Humphf 'j My dog can do that." "Have you and your neighbors-- g called on each other yet?" "No; but I heard our cooks calling each othei cames over the back fence." "Did you have auy trouble selecting a name for the baby?" "None at N all; there'3 only one rich uncle iu the family."?Richmond Dispatch. "I haven't seen you out lately,"". said the walking stick. "No," re? -a rtlia/l +V>a rimhralla "T a m nf.ill Irppn. "TbM ing lent."?Philadelphia Bulletin. ;;v|| Two souls that to a single thought glrir birth. Ah! How they do agree. . She tbinks he's all there is on earth. 2 Alas! and so does be. ?Philadelphia Press. Poetioua?"There are no geninfleftin attics nowadays." Cynicns?"No, most of them seem to have got down, to basinesa and are running elevators." 'rjfl Tommy?"Dad, I have smashed ?. } French plate window. Will yon foot the damages?" Dad?"You young- t,>J scamp! I will begin by footing the damager." "Jerry Pontoon, tell us something about Oliver Cromwell." "Which V.-J vereion, ma'am?" "I don't understand." "Magazine or history?"? Chicago News. Jack?"There must be something- mm terrible about a Daint-box." Ida? -5H "Why so?" Jack?"Beoaase it ir \3 the only thing that will make some- % girls torn red." Stella?"I was awfully nervous a when Jack proposed." Maude? "Was it such a surprise?" Stella? . j "No; I was afraid some one would 2ome in and interrupt hiin."?Chicago | News. . "That'woman is a shoplifter," said * H the floorwalker to the detective; "she will take anything she sees." "I " J; spotted her the other day," re-. J* sponded the detective; "I saw her take the elevator." * "My wife doesn't seem to be progressing, doctor," remarked the an*ions husband. "No," returned the physician. "When she gains a little strength she uses it all up telling: people what's the matter with her." "X want to marry your daughter,"" said Foxey." "Have you spoken toher yet?" asked the father. "No," replied the suitor. "You see, I j want to get your refusal, so that t j will have something to work on."? 'Philadelphia North American. ?? ?; Hobo?"Hev yer got any kind of a. iob von want done, lady?" House- ^<$1 keeper?"I'm sorry, poor man, have to disappoint you." "Dat's right, lady. I jest wanted ter fin^'^1 out if I could take a sleep in de nexfc l^ : lot here widout bein* worrid by offers^'lSUj Peuance For Discourtesy. Nicholas I, Czar of Russia, was the. fwl type of an absolute aristocrat. The- "i succession of terrible war8 which. 3louded his reign did not tend to 4 soften his disposition or to render ,:;j him less imperious. But, rough and harsh as he was, Nicholas had a meas- \1 ure of chivalry in his disposition. He would not tolerate, under any ? jircumstances, an insult offered to a- V woman. As the Czar was driving through the streets of St. Petersburg he caught , sight of au officer of his household in the act of upsetting an old beggar woman, whose hands were raised in ft $ prayer for alms. The official was quite unmindful of ^ the august witness of his act, and 'A< was rather pleased when, a few hours later, he was summoned to the imperial presence. j ' Nicholas soon undeceived him, ant? 'i in the presence of a dozen courtiers- J cut him to the quick with his indignant reproof. ^"Enough!" said Nicholas finally- 2 "You will walk up and down that cor- J ridor all night, and every time yoa J turn you wiil say, in a loud voice, 'I -M am a puppy! I am a puppy!'"? '? Youth's Companion. i'y Children. Ohildren^do not cee the world aftmen and women behold it. The flow inac inteeument that surrounds the soul is as yet tender and translucent. The'. light from beyond shines more \ easily through its tilray veil, and ii> that light the things of nature are "A melted into a glamour such as oldei eye's are too dim to perceive. The world of childhood is newer and more beautiful with life; the sun is more radiant, the ether is more buoyant thau in the more sombre and the darker world of after-life. Heaven and earth, as it were, toucl together,and just beyond the.thmanc misty veil of separation spirifo Walt ^ and rustle, and their whispering* s? sometimes, haply, reach the tende* >'$ eRr without its hearing to tltiSerstanu the words. The two spaces are but a hand's breath apart, and it may easily b# but a step from one to the other.- r Howard Pjle, in Harper's Magazine American Wins Victoria Crona. An American was one of the first tc vin the Victoria Cross iu the Soutt African war. He is Charles J. Spruce, i _/ Tr l. _ ITT: ao T. i native 01 ixeuoaua, ?is. a iew rears ago be went to South Africa, ii>. itne to be a member of Jamieson'e aiders. After the raid he returned o this country, but when the war befan he went over to England and enisted iu a cavalry regiment. Ee won he cross by rescuing a wounded com- ^ ade- J