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If Hie world seem* cold to you, Kindle fires to warm it. Let their comfort hide from yoa Winter* that deform It. Heart* a* frozen a* your own To that radianoe gather ; You will soon forget to moan “Ah ! the cheeriest* weather.” SOMETHING. If the world’s a “vale of tears,” Hmile till rainbow* span it. Breathe the lov- that life endears— Clear from cloud* to fan ft. Of your gladnesM lend a gleam Unto souls that shiver ; Show them how dark sorrow's stream Blends with hope's bright river! r fi AAAAAA A AAA A A is Freshman Romance. * W BV A SB IE PARWELL RROWV. V WWWVW W V V v V yv V V into the “Lampoon,” with Apropos of finding photographs,did ; tiou of it you fellows ever hear about Briar- portraits. wood's romance. In our freshman We set one night just before class- year it happened. > day for our seuuce, and all the boys Briarwood was not exactly in our promised to be there to see poor old crowd, yon know', but wo all came from the same fitting school,and so at first we saw a good deal of him. I remember I went over to his room that first evening after he was settled and found him sitting in his big arm chair before the open lire. He jumped up quickly when I came in and laid something slyly on the man telpiece. It looked like a photograph, and I began to blow him about being home*ick so soou and asked if he was looking at mother’s picture. He flushed up quickly and said it was nothing to be ashamed of if it hud been his mother’s picture, but that as it happened it was no such thing. Then he changed the subject and asked how I liked the room. “Have you noticed my desk?” he asked, pretty proudly. “I bought it of Thorne, the fellow who had this room last. He was first marshal last class day and a first-rate fellow, too, I judge. Great, isu’t it, Btockton?” d t was a handsome desk—mahogany, roll-top,w ith brass knobs and all that. Ho unlocked and rolled up the top for my benefit. “Thorne gave me the key himself, with his alumnus blessing, today,” he said, “and when I asked if ‘finding was having’ he laughed and said I was welcome to whatever I found in the old ark, for he was pretty sure there was nothing hut undergraduate dust In the cracks.” “Rut you did find something after all?” I asked quickly, for though he is a good lawyer now. he never could keep a secret in those days. “Oh, well, not much,” he said,care lessly; but I saw him glance toward the mantel. I guessed in a minute what it was, and before he conld stop me I sprang for the photograph at tered. He jumped up angrily. “Give me that photograph!” “Oh, bo! So it’s a girl, is it? And a mighty pretty one, too.” The girl was evidently tall and dark, with a splendid figure, a strong face— almost masculine, but jrerfectly feat ured—and great big, dark eyes full of fun. She had a huge shade hat hang ing by its ribbons and was smiling so as to show the prettiest teeth I ever saw. “Thorne was a lucky fellow. I wouder—ah, here’s a name on the back,” I went on,composedly. “ ‘Rose Thorne.’ Pshaw! So she was only his sister! What a fake!” Briarwood had the picture by this time and after putting it away in the desk turned upon me indignantly again. “You had no business to meddle with it,” said he. “She’s a stunner,"! answered, “and it ‘finding is having,’ Briarwood, I ad vise you to hunt up the original pretty quick, old man.” With this parting shot I hurried out of the room, dodging the curve on a Greek lexicon that came tumbling after me. After that I saw more or less of Briarwimd,principally less, for he soon grew too popular to stay in our set. He was easily the man of his class and no wouder, for take him all around, he is about as fine a chap as I ever saw. It w as one evening along about the first of Juue, I think, when one of the fellows—Goodrich, expelled the year we graduated—came running into ray room all out of breath for laughing and threw himself into my chair, so weak he could hardly speak. “Oh, it’s the rich joke on Briar wood,” he gasped at last; “it’s the photograph he always carries arounc with him—‘Rose Thorne’— oh, my eye!” And he exploded again. “That picture—it’s Thorne’s own photo, taken last year in the Pi Eta theatricals Here’s a duplicate of it. I found it in Van Ruyter’s room today.” And he pulled out of his pocket another like ness of the fair Rose Thorne, The joke was too good to keep. The idea of dignified old Briarwood being in love with another fellow—a shaven and bewigged “Rose” blossoming on the Thorne tree! “And he carried that thing aroum in his vest pocket next his heart!’ roared Goodrich. “I saw it the other day at the gym. Oh, the soft meat! He’ll never hear the last of this!” Then we concocted the fine scheme, We agreed that the crowd should meet around at Briarwood’s rooms some evening, quite accidentally, and man age to bring “Rose Thorne” into the talk somehow, till he fired up, then we would give it all away and explain that his lady-love existed only as a ■trapping alumnus,and the joke would be on him for the benefit of the whole college. For we planned to get a ver- thank you in tl rame of the lady be- tlemen. Goodrich, here as quickly os turning to Harry asanUy, as if noth- fore all these get np and out you can.” T again, he said, ing had happen “Mr. Brii and gentleman would like to are prepared We all si while the prod puzzled, but ore a lady outside who room, if you visitors now.” mte and awkward after receiving a ions assent from poor Briarwood through with if Well.sirs, that evening Harry was in his best mood. He had just finished his last examination and was feeling pretty fine altogether, for his year’s rank was a sure thing; however, the profs might play the deuce with the rest of us. He did the honors in great shape and showed no sign of caring for any girl, let alone the photograph whose original he had never seen. The boys began to put up the game before long. Goodrich was the one to start if off. “I say, fellows,” he called across the room, “don’t yout remember little Thorne? Yes, you do, at Adams’ spread a year ago—little Rose in the red dress?” We had all come on for class day the year before. “Oh, yes,” said another fellow,with a grin; “you mean the girl who took too much champagne—” “And couldn’t walk tothe carriage,” chimed in Eddy, with his horse-laugh. “I remember that, fellows; I carried her." “She was more than a handful for Thorne, that little sister of his,” said another. And so they went on with their jokes about “Rosie,” as they called her, each growing more per sonal in his hits, which were received with roars of laughter and assenting grins of delight. Briarwood was all this time sitting glum and quiet by the window, with his head bent in his hands, pulling fiercely at his pipe without a word. Then Goc/Qrich said,., suddenly: “I say, fellows, how many of you have her picture? She only gives ’em to the ones she loves best,sweet Sozo- dont! I got mine the night I took her to Marliave’s for a little dinner after the theatre. How’s that, Briarwood? Isjhat the way you got yours? —n>rry piap«f sp facing Goodrich defiantly, with fils eyes tlashing. “Oh, you’ve got it there,we know,” went on Goodrich, tapping his breast pocket. “I’ve seen it; isn’t it like iis?” And he pulled the duplicate out of his own pocket triumphantly. But Goodrich overdid the thing—he always did. He was a coarse brute, and the faculty was all right to get rid of him as soon as they did. He made some other remarks which were quite unnecessary for the purposes of our joke aud which we were all of us ashamed to hear, and then he stepped : brward as if to grab the photograph out of Harry’s pocket. But Briarwood was thoroughly waked up now. With a gesture be ung away his pipe aud then, planting iis big fist squarely between Good rich’s eyes, sent him tumbling back with a crash against the door. It’s a lie; it’s all a—lie,” he sau^ steadily and in a low tone. “She ii» Jack Thorne’s sister, and I know she is a fine girl. I’m not ashamed to wear her photograph,but I won’t take it out for you fellows to see. If any of the rest of yon dare to say that Goodrich spoke the truth, let him step out and say it,and then I’ll knock lim down.” Just then there was a knock on the door. We must have made a terrible racket there with our laughing and jollying, and when Goodrich fell he made a big crash, for he was a heavy fellow—half-back on the team until he was expelled. At any rate, ns we all stood there looking sheepish enough, in walked Mr. White, the proctor. He stood holding the door-knob in one band and looking first around at the crowd of us, then straight at Harry, who was still standing with his fists clenched, glaring down at Goodrich on the floor. Then Mr. White asked, sternly: “What’s all this row, Mr. Briar wood? Did you knock this man down?” “I did, sir,” said Harry, firmly. “Why, may I ask.” “He insulted a lady.” “A. lady? What lady?” Harry made no replv, and some of the fellows snickerea. But Harry looked around quickly with a glance that made us all keep quiet. “This is the lady’s photograph,” he said at last, steadily taking the pic ture from his breast and handing it to the proctor with much dignity. “She is the sister of a man who is an honor to the college. You know him, Mr. White.” No one said a word, even to explain the joke. Mr. Whjte started when he saw the face, turned it over and read the name as if puzzled. Then, as if suddenly comprehending, he glanced around the circle of ns with a quisical look and a half contemptuous smile. “Briarwood,” he said, “you were quite right. I excuse your action and Harry, turned auspoke to some one outside the door. “Mr. Briarwoq” he said,re-enter ing, followed bjlie two strangers, “I think yon ha| met Mr. Thorne before. He wish bis sister to see his old college ro l It is the first time she has ever een to the college. I assure you, M Thorne, it is not usually so noisy! e. The boys were having a little fro tonight.” One by one wi dunk silently out of the room, tixin »ur dazed eyes to the last upon the eminine counter part of the nulu y photograph—a sweeter, far love :r version of the handsome brothei jiv whose side she shoot! chatting griiously with Harry and looking coldlyH us from under half disdainful eye|ls. We said little mOD to one another that night, but we >11 wondered, and wonder still, bow rich of that racket she ever heard. |re had come to C early foxier first class day, for she had been staying abroad for the last three years nd so had missed her brother’s spre*. But she had wanted to see his oldroom.uow Briar- wood’s, ami had stunbled upon onr joke. No, it didn’t getarmnd the college. I don’t know whethr Harry himself ever quite umlerstokd it. You see, naturally did u# care to have it Maids of Honor. A society of young women in this city, connected with the Church Tem perance Society as one of the branches of the Woman's Auxiliary, bears the interesting name of “Maids of Honor. The badge they wear is a silver trefoil with white and blue ribbons. They establish all-night lunch wagons and booths, cyclists’ rests, temperance kiosks, tea divans, Galilee restaurants, olive-tree inns and similar temperance enterprises. Some of New York’s best- known women give practical assistance and encouragement to the Maids of Honor, Mrs. J. Pierpont Morgan, Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt, Mrs. Rhine lander, Mrs. Fulton Cutting, Mis. Phelps Stokes and Mrs. Francis Dela- field being among the number. Mrs. Potter is President of the Woman’s Auxiliary, Mrs. George S. Bowdoiu is Vice-President and Miss Fellowes is Secretary.—New York Tribune. we noised around nmc^, for even Good rich agreed that thej joke wasn’t ex actly on Briarwood. Oh, yes, her name ‘eally was Rose. Thorne had written |*> on the photo because its resemblance to her was so perfect. We saw it sill more plainly on class day, when ihe wore a big leghorn hat as she walked about the yard with Harry, the lucky dog! We hung around them anxiously, the whole crowd of us, hoping for an in troduction, but neither of them paid any attention to ns. That was only Harry’s freshman year. You should have seen him at his ow n class day. What’s that? Of course, he did. Harry always got whatever he tried for, in college and oat. \ Besides, hadn’t Thome himself was having?” I rattier think that Harry found something worth having on class day evening. It looked so. —Woman’s Home Companion. Shawls Oat of Date. I wonder if there is any other gar ment quite so utterly and hopelessly out of fashion as the shawl,by the way. We can all remember, if we are honest about owning up to our birthdays, when to possess a cashmere shawl was the height of every woman’s ambition. Shapeless, awkward, unbecoming, the shawl was in fashion and if we pos sessed one we wore it. The Empress of the French made a niche for herself because she was the only woman who was graceful in a shawl. Last week a dressmaker showed me a few exquis itely colored scraps, and in a voice of awe told me that she had just cut up a shawl for one of her customers. It w r as the wedding present of that customer’s father to her mother, and it cost $600. It had been cut up to make a lining for an evening wrap of white broad cloth. The dressmaker’s voice fairly trembled as she told of the sacrile gious performance, and I wondered that ^kndiog the spirit of the Second Empire didn’t turn in its grave.—Washington Stay, WORKED ALL ENDS. How Senator Peffer Mode a Little Fortune —Creditable View of HU Office. It is said that Peffer made money in the Senate. He lived in a very fru gal style. For the term his salary was $30,000; he received $2100 mile age and $750 on stationery account. His wife or daughter was his private secretary, for which he received dur ing the term $7200. Another member of the family was bofne on the pay roll of the Senate, and as $1000 per annum is a moderate salary for a Sen ate employe, let it go at that—$6000. Thus the Peffer family received from 1891 to 1897 the snm of $46,050. Add to this the amount the senator received for contributions to newspapers and you have a snug little fortune. It is not to his discredit that he saved^ his money. It is to his credit, on the 11 other hand, that he looked on senato rial life as a serious business, and not as a continuous junket. He was never seen about the ticker that recorded the stock prices on the Wall street ex change. He attended no swell recep tions. He was not known in places haunted by the diplomatic corps. If he went to the seashore it was to re store his health, not for a good time. All his life he had labored. He was a farmer, and so painstaking, you may be sure that when he shucked an ear of corn he left not one silk on the grain. He was a school teacher, and you may be sure he kept the lazy pu pils on the move. He was a soldier and did his duty. He studied law in the camp, was admitted to the bar in 1865, and for a long time practiced his profession and edited two newspapers the while. The greatest calamity that ever befell letters was that Thackeray did not hare the ceaseless industry of Peffer. Intellectually it is a long step down stairs from Jim Lane or John J. Ingalls to William A. Peffer, but there were many worse senators than Peffer in the Fifty-second, Fifty- third and Fifty-fourth Congresses.— Louisville Courier Journal. Advice For Thin Folk. Eat for breakfast oatmeal swimming in cream. Drink not tea and coffee, but cocoa, chocolate and milk. Spurn toast, especially if it be made of graham or gluted bread. Eat freshly made wheat bread, with butter and honey. Eat fruit for your breakfast, hat not the tart grape and the tarter grape fruit. Eat baked apples, with plenty of sugar and cream, and all sorts of stewed fruits which require sweeten ing. Eat meats with fat on them. Eat fish with white sauces. Eat potatoes, cornstarch, simple pudding and ice creams. Drink milk and cream whenever you happen to want them. If you don’t care for these nourishing drinks, cultivate a taste for them. Drink beer, but avoid lemonade, lime juice and the like. Wear warm, luxurious clothing, but be careful not to have it so warm as to induce perspiration, for that will prove thinning. Do not let it be too heavy, either. Do not take more exercise than is absolutely essential to health. Take the air—yes. But let it be in a car riage whenever you can or on a sunny bench in the park. Violent exercise is the worst possible thing for the wo man who would faiu grow plump. Don’t worry. Don’t lie awake at night to think about your shortcom ings and other people’s sins. Don’t care violently for any one. Hearts and consciences are opposed to rounded contours and shapely necks. heavy people who feel a jar f ron | walking over frozen ground or hard pavements; the rubber deadens an* jarring. . Women appreciate these soles whea g after a forenoon's walking over the house, the “drawing” rubbers would otherwise hafe to be put on for tbe walk to store or neighbor; the bottoms are rough, making it impossible for onoto slip. Both hoels and soling may be had from any rubber store and from some shoo stores.—New Lngiani Homestead. Fashion Notes. The latest chiflbn sash is nearly three-quarters of a yard wide. Velvet leaves in all the gorgeous colors of autumn foliage trim some of the latest hats. Dog collars of velvet, more or less covered with jewels, are much worn with evening dress. The craze for feathers las certainly reached the limit this season, awl every kind of bird is represented in the winter millinery. Stockings for the bridal trousseau are embroidered in some dainty floral design with wash silks on the doubla edge, and the patterns may be as varied as the number of pairs. The newest fur boa is a frill of fur plaited and wired on the edge to keep it in place. It fastens in front with a head and many tails, and it may be lined with a contrasting fur if you like. Ermine with sable is quite the thing. Wool and silk mixed goods are ranch in favor. In both dark and light col ors these handsome materials may he seen, and their wearing qualities are superb. They usually come in double widths and have an exclusive appear ance that will commend them. For late winter and early spring wear it is said that checks and small fancy plaids are to be much used. The checks will bp seen in silks, sum mer poplins, light twilled woolens, zephyr cloths, etamines and ginghams. Clan tartans will also be worn. The poke bonnet of velvet is making good progress in the fane of fashion, owing to the modernized edition, which is vastly more becoming than the old- time shape. The crown is less pro minent than in the old fashion, giving it a rounder effect, and it has more width at the side. • A Clever Swindler. Gullible farmers of Allen county, Ohio., have been buncoed by a swind ler who went through the country ex hibiting au enormous ear of corn, from which he sold choice kernels at choice prices for seed. The ear was made from several smaller ears carefully cut up and ingeniously glued together in the natural form of a big ear. A steal bird’s nest is one of the curiosities lately added to the museum of Solaire, Switzerland. It was made by a wagtail of parts of watchsprings, which it had found behind a factory. Rubber Soles. Mothers, have you seen the rubber soling that comes already to cement to the taps of shoes? asks Mrs. J. W. Wheeler. Robbers draw the feet, yet they must be worn on many pleasant days to keep the chill of the ground from striking through to the sensitive nerves of the sole. But now this new soling does away with rnbbers except when they are absolutely necessary. It is not expensive, but comes in strips sufficient for a pair of soles, for eighteen cents. A bottle of rubber cement costs fifteen cents more, but is sufficient to resole several pairs oi 1 boots and mend the children’s rubbers and rubber boots in addition. The bottoms of the boots are roughened little, the cement applied, more ap plied to the soling, then both are al lowed to dry for a few minntes, after which the soling is hammered on, dried a little longer, then the edges trimmed off. A very simple process that any woman can successfully un dertake. Robber heels (very thick) also come for the same purpose, and are excel- „ „ lent for slippery weather, also for very opened-in 1883. A Carious Pocket Piece. A Union Pacific engineer has a fashion of making unique pocket pieces for his friends. He rnns a passenger engine west, and when oiling,previous to a rnn, he drops a nickel five-cent piece into the brass oilcup on the crosshead of the piston rod. His rnn is 300 miles. When he reaches his destination he unscrews the top of the oilcup aud takes the nickel out. It has been metamorphosed into a curi ous little button with an evenly turned rim, within which, on one dide, is the countersunk head of Liberty divested of her stars, and on the other side the V and the wreath. The edge of the crown is as perfect as if it had been pounded on an anvil by an expert sil versmith. The perfection of this is dne to the even vibration the coin has been snb- , ected to. The motion of the piston is horizontal, and it travels forty-eight inches, back and forth, with every revolution of the wheels. The interior of the oilcnp is round, and the edges of the nickel as it travels back and ’orth end the oil striking the sides of the cap, are turned over and ponnded into perfect ronndness. Sometime a nickel is left in the cap daring the ronnd trip, or 600 miles. When taken out it is a nickel ballet, a perfect polished sphere. Who discovered this unique method of turning the edges of a nickel is not known but many en gineers know of it.—Chicago Tribune. Persons Who Are Magnetized. Recent French experiments havo developed the curious and unexpected fact that certain persons possess a magnetic polarity—that is, they act as magnets, having north and south poles. Such a person, when com pletely undressed and placed near a sensitive galvanometer, will, when turned on a vertical axis, cause a de flection first In one direction and then in the opposite, just as a magnet would. All persons do not possess this polarity. Professor Murani, an Italian, upon whom the experiment was tried, exhibited this phenomenon, and it was found that his breast corre- spondod to a north pole and his back to a se»th pole. The highest mountain in Great Britain ia Ben Nevis, 4400 feet. On its summit is a weather observatory