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THE NATIONAL BANK OF A06U8TA h. C. HATNS, Pre*'I. ?. G. FORD, Cashier. Capital, $250,000. Undivided V ru fit a } ?110,000. Facilities of oar magnificent New Vault {containing 410 Safety-Lock Boxes. Dif.'er leat Sises are offered to oar patrons und Ute public at $3.00 to S10.00?per annum. VOL. LX VII. THE PLANTERS LOAN AND SAVINGS BANK, AUGUSTA, GA. Pftjs Interest on Deposits. Accounts Solicited. L. C. Hayne, President. Chas, C. Howard, Cashier. EDGEFIELD, S. C.. fEDNESDAY. JUNE 25. 1902 NO. 26. I FOR Tor Outside the apple trees were blac and silver in the moonlight, and th daffodils that bordered the path shon fainty goldern. Inside the two ol women rocked . and knitted. It ha been so long since either had spoke: that the last words seemed like dir memories of some far distant past When Martha Whipple brought b*> chair to a sudden stop, the movemen had something startling in it. Shi leaned forward impressively, . hei round florid face settling into heawj lines of determination. "It's borne in on mo to say some thing to you, Mary," she began. Tv? set out to. do it more'n once, an' then I've backed out. " It's jest what every body's, eayin'. I hope you won't lay it up against me if I tell you what's for your own good. It's four years now since Tom went away, an' three since he was married, an' he ain't never come home though he knows you're a-lookin' for him. ?. I guess there ain't been a night since he was mar ried that you ain't lit up the best room an' opened the front door as if you thought he an' that city wife of * ; his might ccme walkin' up the path any minute1. Sometimes I've got fair ly ragin' over it. All this time you've been a-watchin' an' waitin', an' you have never set eyes on him nor his wife nor baby. Now I tell you what it fs: I'd jost make up my mind if I was you to let it all go. 'Tain't right for a perfessor to wear herself out so." She stopped short, staring at her friend. The little -old woman nad ris en to her feet, trembling with excite ment. "We've been neighbors thirty i^ars, Martha Whipple," she said, "but "if you say another word I'll nev er forgive you ??9 long as you live. 1 guess you had better go. I guess it would be safer so, an' besides, I've got considerable to do to-night. I didn't tell you before, but I'm goin' down to Tom's to-morrow." Miss Martha had risen with tragic indignation, but the news was too much for her. She turned back in undisguised amazement. "For the land's rake, why didn't you say so?" she exclaimed. "Can't I help ycu to get ready? How long do you calculate to stay?" "I calculate I'll bo gone about'a week. Being the spring of the year, . I can't stay longer, for there's the gar den to see to. I ain't got much to do to get ready. If you'd feed the cat once a day-'twouldn't do no good to bring him over; he wouldn't stay- , but I'll leave a saucer on the back ; porch, an' you can put his milk there." , "I will certain," answered Miss j Martha. She had quite forgotten her s resentment in the keen relish of j?g? ^ the next day ?he looKea oacK when j she reached the doorway and bade 4 her neighbor good night. - ] "Good-night," the elder woman an swered. Her voice had a curious, half t frightened tone in it. and her eves - were full of dismay. She gave a oigu . cf relief and shut the door; then she j looked around her, and the look was , that of an exile about to leave home ^ forever. 1 "I dunno what made me say it," she ( cried. "I said it before I thought, an' ? now I've got to go. An' I don't know . how I can either, with things all start- ^ lng to bloom so pretty. An' Tom might come too. Supposin' we should ', pass each other, an' he come while I'm gone. But I've got to go. Folks shan't say any such things about Tomi as if Tom wouldn't be glad to see his motLer! '* When morning came, he made her self a cup of tea before going card fully over the house for the last time. Then she dragged her valise out on the doorstep and locked the front door behind her. , When the stage came she walked steadily down the path between the daffodils. She looked straight ahead, but her old face was working pitifully, and the yellow blossoms- seemed to dance like flickering lights before her eyes. The day was close and sultry, an un seasonable one for spring. The old woman sat bolt upright beside her valise, holding her ticket in her hand As they left the fresh air of the hills, the heat became worse. -She grew faint, and a terribie fear began to creep over her that she would never reach the city. . As they neared the city the train be gan to be crowded. Presently a lady stopped beside her and asked if the seat was engaged. She did not under stand the phrase; but, obeying a sud den Instinct for companionship, she moved her valise.. "You can set here if you* want to," she said. "The car's real full now." The lady thanked her and took tie seat She was evidently used to trav eling. The old woman looked at her .wistfully. Presently she leaned over ^ . and touched her. . "Is-is Boston very big?" she ask ed timidly. The lady glanced at her companion with a quick smile that changed aa she saw the worried old face. - . "It is pretty big," she replied gent ly. "Are you going there?" The old woman smiled up at her eagerly. "Yes," she said, "I thought I'd go. You see, my boy Tom he mar ried, an' haven't seen him for four years. I ain't even seen the baby. They kept telling me to come, and last' night I made up my mind to, an' I up an' started. I hope it won't be hard to find the place." "Won't Tom be at the depot to meet you?" asked the lady indignantly. The old woman looked up with quick suspicion. "Of course he would If he'd *a' known," she answer**! eag erly. "Tom wa? allus the best boy. But I couldn't seem to make up my mind till last night, an' then I thought I'd surprise them. I picked a bunch of daffodils for him-he used to notice daffodils when he was jest a little fellow-but they're real with-: ** ered now.'.' The stranger tried to cheer her. 'Tour flowers will freshen in water," she said, "and Tom will feel like a boy again when be sees them. Sup pose you tell me the address, and ?en I can put you on the right cars." FS SAKE, i "I'd take it real kind of you," an swered Tom's mother gratefully. She pulled a piece of paper from her glove and unfolded it carefully. The stranger read ic, and her face cleared. "That will be easy to find," she said. It is rig?t on the car line, and the conductor will put you off very rear the house if you tell him the number. There, now, let me take your valise and put you on the car." The old woman rose confusedly; the tnin had rolled into the depot, and tho sudden change of light and sound bewildered her. She clutched the flowers and looked with desperate eyes across the crowd. Then, before she realized what had happened, her friend had put her on a car and said good-bye. She had never seen a street car before, and she clung to the seat, her tired, frightened face, set in lines of rigid endurance. '"-Every moment she expected aa ac cident, and when the conductor helped her off her first feeling was one of al most incredulous relief, when sudden ly she saw the number that she want ed and darted forward. She was pant ing with the weight of the valise, but she did not know lt. She hurried up the high stone steps and eagerly rang the bell. The beil echoed through the house, but no one came*. She pulled it again and again, a nervous terror stealing over her. She must make Tom hear! Presently a window opened in the next house, and a girl's pretty face smil ed down at her. "Did you want to see Mrs. Has- \ well?" she called. "They went away [ yesterday." The old woman looked up. Her j aand dropped from the bell. "What did you say, dear?" she fal- " :ered. "I didn't understand. I want ! o see Tom. I'm his mother." The girl's pretty face softened with 1 mick pity. She left the window and f .?n down the steps and across to the ?ld woman. I m so sorry," she said gently. "Do t ou not understand? They've gone way. I don'c know when they'll be t ack. They couldn't tell. Oh, don't t 50k so! Come in our house and rest. s ou must come. You can't stay here, D ou know." * o The people were very good to her. g he wanted to go back that night, n nd they had to cell her over and over 5 lat there was no train before they J ?uld make her nnfffir; I ie:. .; ? u .. . .- > i. Bi fr? . ?h too ti ie at I: u re' .?ci old self, again, be girl was delighted at the chang3 ad sat beside her at breakfast, coax- . lg her to eat, and finally went to the j( epoc with her and put her on the ^ .ain. When late in the afternoon the .ain. began climbing up in the hills nee more, she pushed open the win- ? ow and breathed the keen air with sigh of deep content. She had left .', ie city behind forever. j The train would reach Holmesburg bout 7. Four miles before that was "arrar's, a new station, and between 'arrar's and Holmesburg was a road iearly all through the woods and not . euch used except in Summer. She . iad never been over this road but r ?nee, but she was sure she could find j he way. Only one or two ether peo de, strangers to her, left the train at ?'arrar's. That was as she had hop- ? ?d, and she plunged' resolutely- into he woods. It was a long walk, and 1er valise was heavy for her. As it rrew dark, too, she began to stumble m thc road. She had to stop and rest nore and more frequently, but her re- j iolution never faltered. It was 10 o'clock when she finally -eached the house. She had crept 1 iround through back ways and felt 1 sure she had not been seen. Indeed, for an hour the lights had been out in Lho houses. She stood still for a mo ment, in the sweet, silent night. The apple trees were all silver in the moonlight, ?nd the daffodils gleamed faintly down the path. She unlocked th? door and dragged in lier valise. She was home at last.' For a moment she stood thinking. Then softly opening the .door she crept out to the wood pile.- As she was re turning with- her arms full she stum bled over an animal / at the door. Cheeking her exclamation, she lean ed down. It was her cat purring soft ly about her feet. With a little cry of joy she picked him up and carried him into the house with her. She made a fire and went busily- to work, so that by daylight, when she put out her fire, her breakfast was ready, and fresh bread and (Sakes were in the closet. About eight o'clock she heard Miss Martha come and call the cat. After she had gone the old woman took in the milk and gave it to him, but she did not let him go out-she wanted some one to talk to. She was very lonely and oppressed by a strange sense of unreality. As she sat behind her closed blinds and watched the neighbors go by she felt almost as if she had died and from another world was looking back up on her old life. Once the minister came to the gate, and she heard Miss Martha call across to him that Miss Haswell was in the city visiting her son. A hot flush burned in her cheeks, and she turned hastily .away. Monday was the last day of her im prisonment. At daylight Tuesday she slipped out of the house with her va lise and began the journey back to Farrar's. The first up train from Boston came at ten o'clock so that she had several hours to wait, but she had known that, and until the station was opened she sat on the platform outside with stoi cal patience. When the train came, she rode the four miles, back tb Holmesbnrg and then took the stage tri the house. She drew a long breath as she walked again up the path be tween the daffodils. She went in the front door and began pulling up liva shades and uncovering all the orna ments. When Martha came over, she talked much of the city and of Tom'd nice neighbors, but little of Tom and his family. After her visitor had left she dropped her face in her hands. "Oh, Lord, I hope I ain't done any thing dreadful;" she cried, "but I couldn't let her say anything against Tom-I couldn't." She looked very old and tired as she went feebly about getting supper and for once she forgot to set open the front door. She remembered it as she was going to sit down to her supper, and she hurried to open it. A young man was just coming with springing seeps up the path between the daffodils-a sturdy young man, with a yellow haired baby in his arms! She looked at him absently, but he ran forward and caught her. ^Mother, mother, don't you know me" he cried as he hugged and kiss ed her. After supper she went over to the Whipples. Tom sat out under the ap ple trees, as he used to do years ago, but Tom's baby was clinging to her with one dimpled hand, while thc other was full of daffodils. Miss Mar tha met her at the gate. "Well, now I guess you are happy," she said. "When I see you come, thinks L ?"Well that explains it. I couldn't understand what made Mary seem so sort o' numb this afternoon, but now I see. An' mis is Tom's baby! It certainly does favor him! Do come in-" "I've got somethin' to tell you first," she said. "I deceived you awfully, Martha. I was mad because of what you said about Tom, so I went off in a hurry, an' when I got to the city the house was all closed up. Flora's moth er was taken sick sudden, an' they had ?one there, but I didn't know it then. Some folks was real good to me and took me in, an' I came back the next Jay. I've been livin' in the house ever since. I thought folks would talk igainst Tom if they knew it, an' I vasn't goin' to have it." She was looking ashamed, yet de iant. But Martha was blind to all fine ixpressions. "For tho land's sake," toe exclaimed, "you've been living here all the week!" "Yes. I got off at Farrar's an' come hrough the woods. I want you should ell everybody. 'Twas real wicked of ae, but I wasn't goin-' to have any ody talkin' against Tom. He'll come ver an' see you to-morrow before "ne oes. but the baby's goin' to stay with ie all Summer. Flora's mother is real ?ck, and Flora's got to be there, r lother." She stopped a moment and then alight tho child up in a passion of mderness. Her bright brown eyes joked with sudden softening over ae yellow baby head. "She ain't ever goin' to do such a ricked thing as her grandmother did," ho said. Then she went silently back be? ween the rows of daffodils to Tom. lousehold Companion. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. In the Russian town of Jelabuga here was recently unveiled a monu nent to a local Joan of Arc. Her lame was Nadyeshada Andreyevna )urova, and she died in 18GC, aged .ighty-thrce. Impelled by patriotism, ;he had, as a young woman, enlisted n the army and distinguished herself or bravery. -/' , The somewhat unbelievable news lomes from thc Klondike that two petrified ships have been found near .he head waters of the Porcupine. Each of .the sb.ips is described as about 3ne hundred feet long, and of ancient Drigin, being built like the Old vik ing vessels. The ships are now 4000 [eet above the sea level. By a great blast at Bonawe Quarry, In Argyllshire, in which 20,000 pounds of gunpowder was. used, upwards of a quarter of ? million tons of granite were displaced. The mine was driven into the center of the quarry face for 70 feet, with two arms each reaching 50 feet. It was the first attempt in any of the granite quarries to pierce by rock drills and compressed air, and was carried out in the short time of ten weeks. The dwarfs as well as giants aro caught in the net of compulsory mili tary service, and the last conscrip tion in France has brought out a re cruit of very diminutive size. His name is Francois Finas; he comes from Montmelian; his height is 3 feet 3 inches; he weighs only 4 stones 3 pounds; he cannot carry a flag or keep step with his comrades, but trots after them as they march through the town. It remains to bc seen whether the medical officers will reject this war rior as unfit. Tlie bioscope is proving itself to be an instrument of some value in scien tific investigation. At Harvard uni versity Professor Richards and Mr. Archibald have made a series of in stantaneous micro-photographs of growing crystals, their object being to determine the manner in which crys tallization begins. With high micro scopic powers some observers have thought that they could detect the formation of minute globules immedi ately preceding the appearance of cry stal forms. But the new bioscopic pictures of forming and growing crys tals show only crystalline shapes from the begirining.- They also reveal the fact that the growth in diameter in the first second of a crystal's ex istence ls vastly more rapid than dur ing the subsequent period, and it is thought thai this swift growth at the start is th? cause of a lack of the de finition which deceives the eye but not the photographic film THE m C 9 ooo. parts, lower SHES now bury St. Pierre, Martinique, the modern Pom peii. It -was thc largest town and; the commercial centre of the French West In dies, being well built and prosper ous. Its popula tion was about25,? The city was divided into two known ns the upper and the towns. The lower town was ransatlnntique, Colonial Bank of Lon- < ni and the Credit Fonder Colonial. ] There were sixteen commission mer ?ants, twelve dry goods stores, twen r-two provision dealers, twenty-six mi manufacturers, eleven colonial roduce merchants, four brokers and vo hardware dealers. The Island of Martinique has the imo general characteristics as Its earest neighbors,.with some peculiar!- . es of its own. Its extreme length is bout forty-five miles from northwest j southeast, and the main pnrt of it HOW THE ERUPTION WAS CAUSED. (Water from thc occatn flowed in and met ;he molten mass in the mountain's inte rior. The Bteam generated thereby, fol owing the line of least resistance, blew >f? the top of thc volcano.) ls in the shape of' an oval with rough edges, its greatest w-idth being fifteen miles. At the lower end of this malu part the old Fort Roynl Bay-since the French Revolution called Fort de France Bay-cuts In. so deep as to come within six miles of meeting the inlets of Le Robert and Le Fran?ais on the other side. The whole area of the island, near 400 square miles, is mountainous. Be sides Mont Pelee, there arc farther south and about midway of the oval the three crests of Courbet, and all along the great ridge are the black and ragged cones of old volcanoes. The mountainous interior is torn and gashed with ancient earthquake up heavals, and there are perpendicular cliffs, deep clefts and gorges, black holes filled with water and swift tor rents dnshiug over precipices and fall ing into caverns-in a word, all the fan tastic savagery of volcanic scenery, RIVER ROXALANE, WHICH FL< VIDING ' (Lava is supposed to have flowed ( but the whole covered with the ric verdure of the tropics. The ioi.il population of the island reckoned at 175.0UU, of whom 10.0? ore Avhites, 15,000 of Asiatic origi V. ' SK WW"1. DDERNi POMPEII j r I and 1150,000 blacks of all shades from ebony to light octoroon. 1 Martinique had two interesting claims to distinction in that the Em j Press Josephine was born there, as was Mue. Do Mainlenon, the latter passing her girlhood on the island as Francoise o AMgne. At Fort de France there is a marble statue of the Empress Jo sephine. Martinique became an interesting point in this country during the recent war-with Spain. The first news of the arrival of the Spanish fleet of Admiral perrera came from St. Pierre. At 9 30 jut to be the Terror instead of the j sy Furor, but the important fact that Cer-I m MARKET SQUARE IN ST. vera was on this side of the ocean was established. The city of St. Fierre liad an ap pearance of great solidity. It looked as if it had been hewn out of the solid rock of the mountains. The two-story dwellings were uniformly of stone, with wails three feet thick. In'the upper city there were many fountains carrying excellent drinking water from driven wells. The main thoroughfare of the city was the Rue Victor Hugo. The aristocratic quarter extended In a long line of villas and country seats through a luxuriant growth of tropical foliage to the mountain village of Morne Rogue, five miles away. Rue Victor Hugo was the Broadway of St. Pierre. In this narrow and sinuous DWS THROUGH ST. PIERRE, DI-. rHE CITY. lown this stream upon thc town below.) Street, willi its blocks o.' square stone buildings, were tile leading shops. St.'Pierre had many imagos and sta: tu*s. One of the statues, the figuro of a gigantic "Christ,** which stands on a i.. -. ? height and overlooks the bay, from which it is easily visible. A great white j "Virgin" surmounts the Momo d'Orange ! to the south of the city. Behind the city was the cemetery. The market place of St. Pierre waa one of the most picturesque features. TYPE OP THE LOWER CLASS OP WOMEN OP ST. PIEItKE. St -. at t was in th j middle of a square, and th i the very centre was a most beautiful st >rintain. Countrywomen from the sur. arj randing hills made daily pilgrimages th ) th? market place, dressed in gor- lol ?ous colors, to sell the produce of their th nds-oranges, bananas, vanilla beans ; 0D id cocoa. The fishermen were accus- i Pi! ?med to lift their boats bodily out o? ? ie water and couvert them into tem- ! >rnry sCalls.whero were sold the many ! ,J ned fish of the tropic sea. j " - ... . " I sil mmetry of form and reatta c. ^-. ature early and live tbeir lives rap I of PIERRE, MARTINIQUE. Hy, as is the case in all tropical Hands', but thc women of Martinique ?em to bc pre-eminent in physical erfection. Cornllliac ascribes this wonderful beauty, which is the rule tither than the exception in Marti lique, to the .mixture of Carib blood rith Cau'cassiau; aud Negro. One irriter says: . . " . "Both men and women are often so lerfect anr' mcally that the artist visaing to create a 'Mercury' or a Venus' need,only to take a cast of the )ody of one of these natives without making one modification from ai eek to leel." - j* Which is the Loncrev? Who can help believing that the left jand post-m.- the most distant oue If ive regard the picture as a perspective drawing-is much the longest, and the right-hand, or nearest, post is much the shortest, of the three? ,Yet measure- | De ; tic i ca; I th( i yo co pe ! Ut aa un co j va : bc j ed i ra !! U " i ? ! ' at ly Ol tc ment with rule br compass will show that all three are of exactly the same length. The eye is deceived by the inclin?e lines, which represen, the top and bot tom of tho wall, so in the upper dia gram the short inclined lines deceivt the eye and make the two equal hori zc-ntal lines appear unequal. The de ception Sn thc ense of the posts, says th-? Now York Herald, is chiclly an ef fect of perspective. There ?r? rJ?O.UOO coins and medals in the BritisL. Hiuseum. -I BAD LITTLE LOBSTERS. Pugnacious Youngsters That Long Con. tlnnally For a Fight. Perpetual motion is the only salva tion of the baby lobster, says the New York Journal. That much has been thoroughly demonstrated by a series of very interesting experiments con ducted by the United States Fish Com mission at the Wickford (R. I.) lobster culture station. The explanation is exceediugly sim ple. Lobsterlings, as the young lob sters are called, are naturally born fighters and caunibals. They fight to the death, and even eat their own little brothers and sisters if they get a A BABY LOBSTER. hnnce. That ls why lobsters are so carce. Several schemes have been tried ending to educate the lobstering to etter things and to reserve thc eat ag of mankind. The latest, and the nly one that has met with success, is ow in operation at the Wickford cul ure station. It has been successful ecause it doesn't give the lobsterlings me or opportunity to fight or eat one nother. ; As soon as they are hatched the little .bsters are placed in a big circular et and let down under water along de the Fish Commission boat. They ;mnin in the net until they are old lough and wise enough to know bet r than to fight and devour one an her, being constantly churned around id around by a set of paddles in the it worked by machinery from the ).it. The churning process keeps the lob erlings constantly moving around id around the net day and night. If e machinery was to stop the young ers would promptly make for one lother and begin fighting. As it is, e machinery doesn't stop, and so the bsters have, too much to do dodging e paddles and trying to keep "head i" with the current to engage in tched battle. Currying a Theory Too Far. I New York doctor said the other y that "indigestion has been respon do for moro than one lie. and its the score mai ~~ . an excellent digestive apparatus. .eiish the thought.-Cleveland Plain aler. The Chimney and tho House. j There is one thiug in the construe- , ?n of a house which should have j reful attention, yet seldom gets it- } Q chimney. If you want a good oue. | u will probably have to engage a ? mpetent disinterested person to su rvise its construction. Every ebim- \ y should begin in the cellar and ? ve the joiuls well lilied and smoothed , the inside. If it is not double ursed it ought to be inclosed by gal ruized iron boxing in the attic. This ixing should reach from the lower ige of thc joists to the top of the fters, and may be made iu sections r.e a stovepipe for convenience. With ich chimneys and' a slate or metal of ah artic lire' would be a rarity deed.-Good Housekeeping. A May Mover Tombstone. In the old . Charter. Street Cemetery j : Salem. Mass., is a tombstone recent identified as marking the grave ot j ie of' the passengers in me his iric Mayflower. Prior to this discov- J THE MAYFLOWER TOMBSTONE. ery it was believed that allthe'giave stones of the pilgrims-had'long since vanished into dust. The sto"? in ques tion,, the only.Mayflower gru.estone in existene??"rests over the grave of Cap tain Richard Moore, Sr., who came tc ' Plymouth tn the Mayflower as a boj in Elder William Brewster's family, and finally settled iii Salem, where he died at thc age of eighty-four in some where about 1695-the date is not giver on the tombstone. Pat's Jest. A good story is told of an i rishman, more patriotic than clever, v. ho enlist ed in one of thc smart cavalry regi ments. The fencing instructor linc' experienced rather a diiiicult job in thf matter of explaining to him the vari ous ways of using the sword. "Now," he said, "how would you use the sword if your opponent feinted V" "Bedad," said Pat, . with gleaming eyes, 'Td just tickle him with the point to se? if he was shamming."-St. Janies^ Gazette. Greater London covers 701 squan miles; but the area rr.pplied by th? London water companies is not st great, being 020 square miles. In the time ut James I. there wert no fewer than sixty royal forests ii Great Britain. THE MAN WHO RINGS IN. j r.'hero are tiresome creatures all "over tho world. Tho fool and the chump and tho bore, But the dreariest, wenriest thing in the bunch Whom wo pass up tho palm and some more, is tho wise, learned creature who listens the while I You converse on original sin, i Or political bribes, with your point neaWy mad??, ^ Then comos up And Sweetly 4 . Kings lu. _-Puer. HUMOROUS. j Nell-She talks incessantly. Belle -Oil, that's only to keep people fzom finding out how little ;>he has to say? Gladys-They say Harold is an ex pert in the art of self-defence. Eve lyn-Nonsense! Edith made him pro pose in just one week! Blobbs-Have you ever been disap pointed in love? Slobbs-"Only once. I advertised for a wife with $1,000,000, and didn't get a single reply. Fond Mother (to teacher)-Don't you think my boy is bound to make hid mark? Teacher-I am afraid so. It seems impossible for him to learn to write. Mamma-What are you tearing your doll to pieces for, Hattie? Hattie I'm lookin' for the crumb of comfort papa said was to be found in every thing. Muggins-"Youngpop is going to have his baby christened Bill. Bug gins-How strange. Muggins-Oh! I don't know. He came on the first of tho month. Hoax-I'm always in trouble. I can not even take a bath without finding myself in hot water. Joax-Well, I can't take a bath myself without put ting my foot in it. Cadleigh-I thought I had met you before, Miss Browne. Miss Browne No: I guess it was my sister. Cad leigh-Perhaps so. The Miss Browne I met was rather pretty. "Pa, why does a woman have Wed nesday or Thursday or some other day in the week printed on her cards?" "Well, my boy, that's so her women friends can call some other day." Dick Slowboy (who had just been ac cepted)-Did I surprise you, darling? Waunda Long-I should say so. I gave up the. idea ten months ago ot your ever having nerve enough to propose. Hacker-Papers don't appreciate your services these days. They fire ho tw ~f ^ Pnacer-Oh, I .ut Stories have been in uicu... xntly in regard to the new vogue 01 snuff taking. The habit is supposed ;o be becoming most prevalent in aris-. xcratic quarters in the West End and is even ascribed to the most august personages, but there is little real foundation for these stories. The Lon don snuff dealers do not report any noticeable increase or new sales. The manager- of the largest snuff factory in London says: "The trade has been a decreasing one for many years. There is a ten dency recently in an upward direction, but I am afraid that snuff taking is a dying habit. I attribute the decline to thc advent of the white handker chief. In the days of the yellow and red bandannas the snuff did not show, but nowadays it is mostly old gentle men who use snuff frequently. I hear from dealers who do not want more supplies as their old gentlemen customers have died. Persons who work in places where they cannot smoke often carry snuff, such as com positors." Outside of the snuff takers, indicated above, snuff is often seen in England in clubs and saloons. What slight in crease has been noticed in the carry ing of snuff boxes has been attributed to the influenza epidemic, snuff being recommended for it.-New York Sun. Boats Gone, Knie Live* On. Much fun has been poked at the cu rious survival of many ancient rules and regulations in England, but one. of the most delightful examples of fail ure to keep abreast of the times is seen on a notice board affixed to the Serpentine boat houses In Hyde Park. This notice has been recently re painted. It regulates the hire of sail ing boats on the lake and the number of persons they may carry, and pro vides, also, that each boat be sailed by a professional boatman. As all sailing boats were removed from the Serpentine by order of the authorities twenty-five years ago, it ;s a bit puzzling to those who read to un derstand why these regulations should bo so carefully repainted year after year, unless, perhaps, red tape would prescribe an act of Parliament as nec essary to doing away with these regu lations.-New York Herald. An Old KnglUti Fair. The coronation promises many re vivals, and among them is'that of the old English fair, which seemd to have died of its own disgrace. Arrange ments are being made for a big fair at Kensal Green during the coronation week. On the 48 acres of ground which have been secured by the com mittee, there will be a huge number of van dwellers, the majority of whom will help entertain the thousands of spectators who, it is hoped, will be at tracted. Among the interesting sights will, be the roasting of whole oxen every afternoon. The fair will be on a much larger scale than that held at the time of Queen Victoria's coronation, and should be a crucial test of the im proved manners of a new century. London Chronicle. The highest of the noted health re sort's ot CalHornia are in the San Jac into mountains, at elevations of 8000 and 9000 feet.