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The sleeves are iu bishop style, with velvet and Persian banded cuffs, and ut the neck is a regulation stock of velvet over which the trimming is applied. To cut this waist for a woman of medium size, four yards of material twenty-one inches wide, three yards twenty-seven inches wide, or four yards forty-four inches wide will be required, with two and one-half yards x of embroidered bands to trim as il lustrated. est and most complete stock of Bi Watches, Jewelry, Cut Glass, ? id Plated Ware in the South. g lewelry Repairing. New and Stylish Necklets. A new and very fashionable style of bracelet anti necklet is composed of pearls and enamel "bugles"-to use the old-fashioned word for those long, narrow-tube beads, which are again In evidence. The bugles are black, white or colored. Black studded with white pearls, and with a black and white enamel shana.-ock pendant, are charming for mourning. 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Xo style of dress suits thc childish figure more perfectly than the long waisted one. The very pretty May Manton model shown is adapted to E BLOUSE. many materials, but in the original is uiade of pale blue cashmere, with collar of blue silk and trimming of black velvet ribbon. The waist portion is laid in box pleats and is arranged over a body lining.. The skirt also is laid in box pleats; but wider than those of the waist, aud is joined to the lower edge of the body portion, the scam being concealed by the sash. At the neck is a becoming pointed collar that flares apart at both front and back. The sleeves are short and form full puffs .hat are gathered into bauds. The closing is effected invisibly beneath the centre box pleat at the back. When desired the Lock can be worn over a guimpe, thus making the high neck with long sleeves. To cut this dress for child of six years of age. six yards of material twenty-one inches wide, four aud one half yards twenty-seven inches wide. _ A PRETTY CHILD'S DRES3. or two and one-half yards forty-four inches wide will be required, with one half yard twenty-one inches wide for collar. . . i THE ADOPTIO > - ? By Rose Will "Glum" Halleck 'sat in his Usual attitude on the crumbling stone wall which separated' his land from the .parsonage. His shotgun rested care* lessly between his knees. He was not a hunter-he never hunted; but when he sunned himself on the wall it was not prudent for a rabbit to ri'se on its haunches and look at him. He never fired at birds. They seemed to know this, and hopped fearlessly' above him among the branches. Today they were holding carnival there; the sunshine lay warm on the wall, the scent of clover made the air sweet. There was the road, a.wind* ing dusty ribbon; beside it the pink capped 'sea of clover, and beyond, a flash of blue where the Ohio turned from the town. Why did he love the gap, the dusty country road, the crumbling wall with its patches of ivy? Perhaps be cause these things limited his desires. Through the gap, years ago. a pretty young bride had walked with him. Soon she had died and he had been "Glum" Halleck ever since. He was a hardworking man., as the village ad mitted; but he had his days of indif ference, when he sat at the gap, made whistles, shot at marks, and sul lenly refused to recognize chance passers-by. Today his solitude was broken. The rattling of a detached bit of masonry caused him to turn and behold a. small girl laboriously clambering to a seat beside him, dragging after her a large, meek cat. She was bareheaded, bare fcoted, clad in sober brown. Settling herself demurely, she drew up the dangling ptis>sy. and slouched over in comical imitation of Halleck's stooped posture. "Hello!" he 'said. "Who are you?" Not a word answered the intruder. She hugged her cat and stared into space. Looking more closely, he saw undried tears on the brown cheeks, an occasional tremor of thc set mouth. He spoke more gently: "What do you want, sissy?" Still she did not reply. Halleck shrugged hi's shoulders. "Oh, well!" he growled. "Cat got your tongue? You bother me-better run home!" But she did not run home. She sat there; they sat there together, and ignored each other. By and by Hal leck got down crossly, and went tow ard the house. Then the child got down and followed him, half dragging, half carrying the cat. "Look here!" he demanded, fierce ly. "What do you want?" Terror loosed her tongue. "Noth ing!" she gasped, strring at him help I IrtPoNr "T->-'A.-1.!.. . - unger tu uci auci iuv_ afraid I can't keep her for good," he said. "You know what up-hill work it is for me. But she is so little and helpless, surely some of you can save her from the poorhouse-some of you childless ones! Think it over and see what you can do. In the meantime I'll give her her bowl of porridge." But Rosy did not take kindly to the porridge or to the parsonage. There were children there who stared at her and teased her cat. From the gate she could see Halleck on the wall, and in her childish way she had gone to sit beside him. "So you are Rosy!" he said. "What are you aiming to do with yourself, any way? What business had you to be born, without a dollar ahead to grow up on? The parson don't want you, and the big ones don't want you, and I don't want you! What are you aiming to do with yourself?" Rosy looked down. The sparkle in here eyes suggested intelligence, de spite the slow-moving tongue. "The old lady has supper about ready," he added. "Did you want to visit me?" Without a moment's hesitation, the plump, brown fingers clasped his. So in solemn silence they entered thc kitchen. There the religion of cleanliness made itself felt. Rosy sat down con tentedly in the chair that Halleck had used as a small boy, the pride of his mother's heart. It had never been removed from Its favored corner. Now as his mother turned from the stove, her tired face paled. "Why!" she faltered. "Why, who is this, Davy?" He tried to frown. "It's that bit of a youngster-thc Artwell kid. She has-sort of adopted me." A moment Mrs. Halleck hesitated; then she stooped to the taciturn ba by. 'Poor thing!" she said, impulsive ly. "Poor little thing!" Supper was eaten in the usual sil ence-cheerful conversation had per ished with that young life that failed. Artwell's Rosy ate her bread and but ter in the old high chair by his moth er's side, a blue mug and painted plate before her. It was on his Ups lo ask for what reason these relics were resurrected, but he held his peace. Still he looked at them curi ously, something tugging at his heart; and at times it was a chubby, flaxen haired boy he saw in place of the stoical baby. After supper the inlet li!tie guest played on the floor, while Mrs. Hal leck "tidied up." The child gathered about her sundry littlo odds and ends and constructed a playhouse. Then she began to whisper to herself, and once she laughed-a natural, sponta neous, quickly suppressed outburst. When the lingering sun had quite dropped behind tho parsonage hill and the frogs hogan tn croak in thc marshes. Halleck raised hr, head. "Herc, you!" he said, surlily. "Get your cat and Btart!" Rosy got up, dismayed. The bits of broken crockery tumbled from her lap. and in the darkening brown eyes silent tears gathered "O. Davy," Mrs. Halleck remon strated, "don't frighien her! It is get ting dark now. Come, mother will ?o a piece with you. Get your kitty, reny." She obeyed silently, pulling the cat >ra under the stove by the tail. The :t (.ifered no resistance, but pressed ---^-1-j-r?-T-m-n N OF ROSY. i is Johnson. 0 ita big head close to her cheek and purred affectionately. Halleck watched the three-his mother, the dangling cat, the brown baby-disappear be hind the dogwood thicket; and tho old ache of bereavement ate fiercely at his heart. "If Min had lived-" he thought, and hid his face in his hands. Mrs. Halleck and Artwell's Rosy went lingeringly through the soft twi' light. It was -so pleasant in the omV door world! Mrs. Halleck liked tP hear the frog chorus, watch the fire flies, feel the cool air upon her face. "Let me carry pussy," she sug gested. "Hp. won't scratch, will he? Ho looks so gentlb-such a nice kitty: What do you call him?" "No, he won't scratch. He's my cat-father gave him to me. so he did. He's Puff. You can hold him a while. Don't you wish he was your cat?" "Certainly. He is a nice cat-a pretty cat." As he was transferred Puff showed no concern further than to cease his purring. m "I guess you are lonely without your father, and miss him very much. So you love Puff, and pet him a good deal. He ?3 a fine cat. Are they going to keep you at Br. Willett's?"' Rosy shook her head. "I love you," she said, succinctly. "I love him. I'm goin' to stay." "But I can't take you, dear! My boy won't let you stay. You mustn't come back any more. He won't like it if you do." She was certain the child under stood, and apprehensive of no further trouble, kissed her kindly at the par sonage gate. But the next morning, rising late-it was Sunday-she saw, on opening the door, Rosy and her cat sitting on the wall. The self-invited guest trudged into the kitchen. "Well, I'll be blessed. ' Halleck withdrew his head from the towel and stared. "You little imp, what did you come back for? Get out, now. One-two-three-quick! Ono -two-" But the little chair in the corner was occupied, the cat under the stove, and the man's brawny arm dropped" helplessly. "I'll be-blessed!" he re* j' iterated, and resumed his toilet. ] The child ate her breakfast as she had done her supper, in Halleck's high chair from the painted plate. And Puff had his saucer of milk under; the stove. j Then Rosy elaborated her playhouse ] in the corner, while Mrs. Halleck went ' abOUt hfir urnr?.- in rv?r.~l-J Say MTS. wineui. ia veij UMW~J you." Mrs. Willett was not uneasy; she had not missed the child. She had seven children of her own. and mani- | fold duties to perform. Taking the truant in charge, she chid her. "You mustn't run off, Rosy!" she said. "You might get lost; something dreadful might happen to you." Then turning to Mrs. Halleck, she added, "Mr. Willett will have to turn her over to the town. I don't think any one here wants her. He should have done so in the first place-but there! You know Mr. Willett! I should think-" and the minister's wife looked wistful-"you might find her company!" . Mrs. Halleck flushed painfully. "Davy doesn't like children," she fal tered. "It's-it's quite out of the question! And I must beg you not to let her bother him any more." Mrs. Willett sighed. "I'll try not to. I'll watch her. And something shall bc done for her at once. I suppose she can be put in the poorhouse-but it is too bad!" "Yes, it is too bad," Mrs. Hr^eck ad mitted. In her heart she kne.. .* waa very bad. She was desperately lonely sometimes. The gruff, harsh,, selfish man, who seldom spoke save to give commands, was not the son of whom she had dreamed. "I declare!" she sa'"d, rising hur riedly. '"I shall be late at meeting, and I'm detaining you. Good-by. I hope you'll-do something for the lit tle one. Good-by, Rosy. You mustn't come back to my house any more mind!" After the service Mrs. Halleck started home by way of the gap. There she came upon her son and Rosy and the cat. "Well," said Halleck, angrily, "she's come back! I haven't spoke to her. You can. You can tell her to light out." Rosy got down obediently at a mo tion from her friend. Her little face shouldn't she sit on the wail with the man and watch the crows? Why should he oe angry and stamp his foot at her? She laid hold of Mrs. Hal leck's dress, and kept close to her on the way to the house. "I told you not to come back," Mrs. Halleck said, when they were alone. "Didn't I. Rosy?" "You are a troublesome baby. And if you don't mind what is said, they will send you off to thc poorhouse." Without warning, down went Rosy on the grass, and the walls of broken hearted childhood rent the air. Mrs. Halleck stood above her, per plexed. "Rosy!" she said,presently; "Rosy!" "Yes, ma'am," sobbed the stricken child. "What do you want of us?" "I want to love you," came thc an swer. Mrs. Halleck sat down on the grass, took the child in her lap and rocked silently to and fro. Just then her r,on passed, unnoticed. Something in thc sight checked his irritated steps; something in the droop of the thin arms, the faded cheek against the round,tinted tear-stained one. A world of helpless loneliness expressed itself, in the posture. } "Why. she's old!" he thought. "And' she's coddling thc child; she wants to keep it!" He walked on to the clump of lilacs near th? door. His brows were knit. lis hands shut tightly, Then thc. pow ?t ?Vithin. the spirit ol darkness which prompts the crdel Word, tho brutal ieed, turned him short about and brought him back to the woman and the child, still on the grass in a close smbrace. Yes, she was old, and she wanted the child, but it did not matter. He took the little one fiercely by the shoulder in a grasp that swung her zlear of the protecting arms; and shaking her, he set her down. "Now you clear out!" he command ed. "If I ever catch you-this side the ?ap. 1*11-" The threat left all possibilities open. The little seeker of love fled from be fore his face. At a little distance Puff stood on the defensive, with tail erect and wav ing. Halleck flung a clod which nar rowly missed i#ts mark; then he turned to his mother. She stood in a deject sd attitude, the slow tears running lown her cheeks. "There!" he said, gruffly. "I reckon that will settle Willetta little game. If he aims to foist his beautiful plan 3f benevolence on to my shoulders I ?uess he'll change his mind! I shall report this pauper at headquarters in the morning, and see if the community lias to be pestered any longer. And Willett needn't apply to rae when the church needs money!" Mrs. Halleck did not answer. Long submission had made revolt impossi ble. She went silently to the kitchen, md set out the food prepared the day before. Then she and her son ate to gether-still in silence. It was always thus, but today a new element enteret in. Each was subdued by a discovery. The woman tiad learned that her Davy was coarse md brutal, and the man had learned that' his mother was old and in need af love! Furtively he studied her face and figure lino by line. The cheeks had faded, the brown eyes had lost their laughter, the worn hands their limpies. His glance rested on the little chair in the corner. He remembered a day when she had brought in a manikin molded of butter and set it on the table, pretending to be indifferent, but delighting in his delight. Then, laugh ing, she had picked our the clove eyes md given them to him, because she knew his fondness for cloves. "You shall have the top of his head, too!" she had cried, buttering a slice 3f bread. And then the two had laughed, so foolishly and happily, just because they were all the world to each other! Now Halleck drew his shirt-sleeve roughly across his face. "It's mortal hot!" he grumbled. "There's storm In the air. I don't believe I'd go to Sunday-school, mother if ? - You were always a pretty child, Davy. Folks don't dress little- boys that way now, but I think they used to lock natural and wholesome-like." "You made the stuff yourself." he said. "I watched you. You've worked pretty hard in your day, I guess. You don't feel any too limber these times, either. If Min had lived-" He stopped, and she looked blindly into her plate, trembling. When life is almost done, all one asKs is that its service bo remembered. He was remembering! Out of sorrow and loneliness sprang a sudden joy. The faded cheeks blossomed anew, tho sacred fire rekindled in her eyes. "Don't hurry your dinner." How gently he spoke! "I'll just st?p out and see that things are snug. We're going to have a regular pour-down! We'll-why, good evenin'. Mis' Wil lett! Come in! Thc storm is on us!" Little Mrs. Willett fluttered in, as if blown by the gale. Her face was troubled and anxious. "Well, the land!" Mrs. Halleck pushed her neighbor into a chair. "Who'd have thought of seein* you in the teeth of a storm?" T was so uneasy I had to come," sai.' il? visitor. "It's that dreadful baby! Shr> n'r at the parsonage, and I suposed sac nad run away again, but I wasn't sure. If anything were to happen to the little thing-" Halleck paused in the doorway. "Not at your house? I started her back an nour ago!" "She didn't come." A curious pallor crept over the man's face. He shut his lips together. "I'll look after her," he said. "Stay here with mother. Mis' Willett.". He went headlong down the path, looking right and left as he ran. For the first time since his wife's death, he found himself praying: "My God, help me find the baby!" At the parsonage the children were scouring the premises unsuccessfully, their father's absence adding to the general dismay. Back Halleck hur ried, still praying: "Help me, my God, help me!" Turning his face to the wind, he started for the cemetery. Perhaps tne little outcast had remembered her father's burial. Breathlessly he fol lowed his heart's leading, until he stumbled over an object at his wife's grave-stumbled and fell to his knees. The object got up, holding desper ately to a frightened cat that clawed and struggled. "Don't whip me!" the object plead ed. "I'm Rosy!" "I won't." said Halleck, taking her and the cat in his arms and soothing them as the storm burst. "Don't be afraid, cither of you. I'll be good. Minnie-I'll be like you! Don't cry, Rosy! Put your armr, tight around father's neck-that way. Be still, kit ty! There-close, it will bc over soon. Father will take care of you." In the clearing shower they came dripping into the immaculate kitchen. "Hello!" called Halleck, cheerily, depositing his burden on the table. "Here she is, all right, and the cat's done swearing. Not hurt a bit. Haven't you got some of my old duds to put on her. mother? Teil Mr. Wil lett he needn't' bother any more; I've decided to keep the youngster. She's yours, mother; coddle her all you want to. And." he laughed, as he shut the door. "I guess the cat can stay, too!"-Youth's Companion. i WIRELESS MESSAGES ? \\ *T 0 scientific development of re ,\ cent times has caused nore JT_V interest throughout the 6 world than the announce ?eut of Guglielmo Marconi that he ad received at St. John's, N.- F., wirc ?SS electric signals from his station i Cornwall, England, a distance of bout 1S00 miles. That Marconi re eived these signals is generally ac epted as a fact in the scientific world. The Marconi station in Cornwall is MARCONI. THE WIZARD OF most powerful one. An electric sree a hundred times greater than at ie ordinary stations is generated Here. Before he left England Signor [arconl arranged that the electrician i charge of the station, which is lo fted at Poldhu, should begin sending ignals daily after a certain date, .hieb Marconi was to cable to him pon perfecting arrangements here, farconl arrived at St. John's in about vo weeks. He selected Signal Hill, t the entrance to the harbor, as an { tperiracnting station, and moved bis luipment there. The next Monday 'eek he cabled to the Poldhu station rders to begin sending signals at 3 p. 13 * a? SIGNOS. .. MARCONI. i?Id^Ty^nd to continue them until C i. m., these hours being respectively 1.30 a. m. and 2.30 p. m., St. John's ime. During these hours on the following Wednesday Signor Marconi elevated a ire, with the wire by means of which ignals are sent or received. He re gained at the recorder attached to the eceiving apparatus, and. to his pro ound satisfaction, signals were re eived by him at intervals, according o the program arranged previously cith the operator at Poldhu. These Ignals consisted of the repetition at Qtervals of the letter "S." which in Jarconi's code is made by three dots r quick strokes. This signal was re bated so frequently and so perfectly a accord with the detailed plan ar anged to provide safeguards against he possibility of a mistake that Signor larconl was satisfied that it was a ;enuine transmission from England. Lgnin on Thursday, during the same ?ARC0NI WIRELESS TELEGRAPH STATION aours, the kite was elevated and the ;ame signals were renewed. Should Marconi perfect his system jj.' wireless messages across the ocean :he re&-'.rs. of course, will be far-reach ing and wonderfully important. Elec trical experts have great confidence in Marconi, and there Is a general belief that he will "make good" his claims. Guglielmo Marconi was bum neal* Bologna, Italy, April 25, 1874. He is. therefore, not yet twenty-eight years INSTRUMENT AND APPARATUS MESSAGES BY WI RELE? SIGNOR old. In 1S?H?. when but tweuty-tw< years old. he came into prominence Prior to that time he had demonstrated in Italy the possibility of signalling without wires by means cf the Heit .CROSS THE ATLANTIC, f zian waves. His experiments in bis native country attracted but little at tention. It was not until be went to England in 1S0G that he secured scien tific and financial backing. Since that time in this country and England he has received unstinted encouragement. His recent success in signalling ves sels at sea is a matter of general knowledge. In discussing his .system not long ago Signor Marconi said: "To Mr. THE TWENTIETH CENTURY. -From New York Tribune. Hertz, of course, belongs the distinc tion of having discovered the electric waves, and by his experiments he proved that electricity in its progress through space follows the law of op tics. Many others have made experi ments in the same direction as I, but so far no one has obtained such re sults at anything approaching the dis tance as I have done with Hertzian waves. "Fog has no effect upon the signals, nor has even the most solid substance. The waves can penetrate walls and rocks without being materially af fected." "Is it possible," was asked, "to send many messages in different directions at the same time?" "It ls," was the reply, "but care must be taken to time the transmit ters and receivers to the same fre quency or 'note.' "-New York Com mercial Advertiser. Country Boy Squelches Uncle. bf some importune'.''.'' ^*-?N-?*?*M? His uncle took kim to see the differ ent big buildings, including thc Pabst Theatre, the library, the postoffice, and the various churches. One Sunday they were seated in St. Paul's. The mother turned her hoad to take in the beauty of the pictured windows with their pretty colorings, and secretly wished her lot had fallen in the city, hut the boy sat bolt up right as though such surroundings were very common to him. When they reached home his uncle remarked: "Well, Tommy, the church is something grand compared with your buildings in C-." With an impatient toss of his head, Mr. Impertinece announced: "It wouldn't make a woodbox for our Baptist Church."-Milwaukee Senti nel. Czar's Lore of Simplicity. A characteristic story is told of the Czar of Russia's love of simplicity. A certain lieutenant who was in a perpet ual state of impecuniosity was one day seen riding in a tram. The other offi cers of the regiment were furious at what they called an insult to the uni form, and intimated to the culprit that he had the option of either sending in his papers or being cashiered, and the unlucky subaltern chose the former al ternative. Before he had time to do so, however, the Czar heard of the af fair, and without a moment's delay donned his colonel's uniform of the regiment in question and, sauntering out cf his palace, hailed a tram and, entering it, sat calmly down till It stopped in front of Ibo barracks. He desired the officers to be called, and when they were assembled addressed them thus: "Gentlemen, I have just ridden from the palace in a tram, and I wish to know if you desire me to send in my paper-. 1 ^sume I have disgraced my uniform.""*"*#"'"?" re plied the major nervously. vra jesty could never do that." ' ruii replied the Czar, with an nmusetr smile, "as I have not degraded the uni form. Lieutenant D. cannot have done so. and will thus retain his commis sion in this regiment, even if he. like me, dares to vide in a tram." FOR SENDING LONG DISTANCE S TELEGRAPHY USED BY MARCONI. The Sycamore flour mill in Upper Providence Township. Pennsylvania, i which was burned recently, was said ' io be the oldest in the country, having i .?en built in 1717. THE LIKENESS. Dear Madge You .aile me. "as a friend," To say without dissembling Whether the photograph you send Is in tho least resembling. (Lett praise or blame of mine offend, I write in fear and trembling!) Why, yes! Tho portrait'.* dainty, smart* Tho' it but half discovers The grates of its counterpart, The charm which round you hovers Yet, true to life, it has no heart And smiles on all your lovers ! -Life. HUMOROUS. The lawyer's version: "My clients may they always be right; but-my clients, right or wrong!" Hoax-Well, there's one thing that ean't stand prosperity. Joax-What's that? Hoax-Hard times. Hook - Queerly is always doing something odd. Nye-What's he doing POW? Hook-He isn't writing a book. Sillicus-I don't believe you have any aim in life. Cynicus-Oh, yes, I have. My aim is to live near people who live i. glass houses. Noll-Did you ever see a really good man? Belle-Lots of them; but some other girl had always seen them first They were all married. Tommy -Pop. what is remorse? Tommy's Pop-Remorse, my son, is what we think other people ought to feel for their wrong-doings. Wigwag-Why did you move? Sour grapes-I couldn't stand the neighbor hood. Wigwag-Well, they tell me :t has improved wonderfully since you moved away. "Now," said the judge in conclu sion, "have you anything to offer the court before sentence is pronounced?" "No," replied the prisoner. "I gave my last cent to my lawyer." Miss Gusch-Poetry, cf course, comes natural io you. I suppose it's really "the breath to your nostrils." Rimer -Just about that substantial. It cer tainly isn't the food to my stomach. "They tell me," remarked the maa with the furrowed brow, "that you bar bers are very proficient in the study of physiognomy." "That's right," re plied the barber; "we can generally size up a man by his mug." Mr. Goodman-Your little playmate seems sad. Willie-Yes, sir. He had ter stay home from school yistid'y-. "The idea! And he's sad on that ac count?" "No, sir; it's because he had tfr come baek ter school terday." "I put up a good joke on Barker last night." "Did you?" "Yes; I told him my wife was out of town, and that if he would come down I'd "1"?w The Abs^i^e^^^^i^^^n^r^Sc^W^W tim .Service. In an address delivered before the American Medical association at its last annual session, Passed Assistant Surgeon J. A. Guthrie of the United States navy made some very interest ing remarks on the subject of "Noise and Nerves," speaking of the great value of silence on board the modern man-of-war. He said: "In certain land-locked harbors I have heard the inhabitants complain ing of tugs and other noisy boats blowing off their whistles, especially those known as calliopes. The would be waggishness, or to-what-purpose de sire of these tug captains, deserves a compensation suited to the perpetra tor. Have not the cartoonists discov ered the tired and irritated visitor from the provinces racking his brains in the uproarious city, unable to col lect his faculties; and has the father, night shirt*,'1 and capped, marching the colicky infant in the small hours of tue night, escaped this artist's humor ous vein? AU these things call to light the necessity for a scientific in vestigation of useless noise. In a few cities it has been proposed passing ae. ordinance against the ringing of. ciiurch bells-this may to some disturb tue "day of rest"-but why not include in this an ordinance for week days; the shouting of street hawkers, the clanging of other varieties of bells, the steam whistle of the factory * * * ? How much better is the silent signal, both in war and in peace; take the popular football game and we find that the teams under better control are those who have mastered the silent sig nals of command. One reason the modern war vessel is so deadly may be said to be because it is absolutely as ?accurate as a floating- battery can be; and is not the cause of this ac curacy due in great measure to the silent commands sent from the conning tower by the captain to each of his subordinates, shut off from him and each other by walls of steel? When an order is indicated upon a dial man ipulated by electric transmission one receives the same in a tranquil state of mind; but if the order is shouted at him by one. two, thief or more in rapid succesrion (as of yore), then there is excuse for confusion." Life. Life is like walking through Paradise with peas in your shoes. To live in the past is to have re grets; to live in the present, pain; Lo live in the future, hop*-. As we grow old every house, every tree, and even every tlagstone that is familiar becomes a monument to some memory. The ambitious live to leave a track behind them, a track which is like that of a steamer on the sea, a pass ing mark, upon the waters. He that writes for tomorrow will seldom be understood today; he that writes for today will seldom be under stood tomorrow.-London Truth. Cost of Kn HIP. The most intimate friend of Sahtns Dumont. and a brother Brazilian, says a Paris correspondent, told me thai Santos had. up to the present, spent, j $150,000 on his ballooning ventures. v.V.