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y- v - . - ' ' Consolation* "Became dork c'.oudi have crossed tho sky Shall the sua refuse to shine} Because the morning has been wot , May evening not be flae? Sometimes the night has raylesa been? Shall sars^forgot to glisten? Although the winter has been drear, To summer birds we listen. My life has sometimes raylesa been, Enshrouded sorry grief; May never time s assuaging hand Bring softly sweet reliof. Although my soul bo overwhelmed With buffettings of soriow. Shall my weak heart ne'er stronger grow, Or see a glad to-morrow. Ah, yes, God showers tho selfish soul With sorrow's bitter rain; The purest heights are often reached Through suffering and pain; And deepest griefs in love wore meant To purify and strengthen; The souls that opens toward God Grows as life's st adows lengthen. ?Fleleti M, Win slow. " BLUE MONDAY." If ever a blue Monday dawned upon the terrestrial ball, it was this thirteenth day of September, 18?. The equinoctial had como before it8 time, with a rush of angry rain borne on the wings of a morning wind; the kitchen chimney smoked rancorou-ly, and the cuttle leaked a 6teady "drip, drip, drip!" directly over the roses and tulips of the beit-room carpet. u ibguiui opon vi winner," said Air. Crayfish, chuckling, as ho shaved himself, with one of the children playing horse with his suspenders, and the other packing different-sized marbles into the toe of his slipper. But Mr. Crayfish, as his wife scornfully remarked, would chuckle at anything. "I am sure I don't know what is to becomo of me I" said she, sorrowfully. ' With Bridget gone, and the lauge out of order, and thin terrible rain, and not a washerwoman to be had for love or money 1 And your Aunt Pamela writing thatshe is coming here tospjnd the winter, and my report not yet written for the Woman's Elevation Society, and Mrs. Ponsonby sending word that she shall expect mo to givo an ajsthetic tua, or a literary breakfast, in honor of young Lord Ernest Elbcron, now that he is here gathering material for hi* book on 'Woman's Upward Progress.' " "Hang progress!" said Mr. Crayfish, emptying the marbles out of his slipper toe. "Yes, that's just like you, Leander," said Mrs. Crayfish, fretfully. "If you had your way, you would tread us all under foot, like inferior beings." 4'In the meantime," said Crayfish, "I'd like my breakfast." And his wife went slowly and despondtsntiy down stairs, wondering how she , uJjouOI get word to the plumber about *"*" the range. But the milkman,opportunely presenting himself, volunteered to leave an order at the plumber's shop. "I must get something done on the report to-day," she pondered, as she sliced up potatoes for frying. "Mrs. Edgeworth, from Chicago, is to be at tomorrow's meeting, and? Oh, dearl" as the knife slipped, inflicting a sharp little gash on her finger. "I knew there was destined to be a blue Monday when the decorated lamp-shade cracked, all of itself, before daylight this morning 1" And Mrs. Crayfish, forgetting all about her ^'Elevation" and "Aims," burst into tears, as any milk-maid might havo A uuao. The range obstinately declined to cook; the chimney poured clouds of smoke down into Mrs. Crayfish's face; and the family breakfasted upon yesterday's oatr,m . meal, with a little milk. "Is this aesthetic?" said Mr. Crayfish; "or is it literary?" "Leander, how can you?" sobbed his wife. "I'll stop myself and jog that plumber's memory," said Mr. Crayfish, good humoredly. "Don't fret, Carry 1 T?. _:ii i? -n ' * ?t m win uc an riguc." "I wish you would not call me Carry, -when my name is Carolina 1" said Mrs. Crayfish. Just at noon the door-bell rang. 'Who is it?" shrieked Mrs. Crayfish to the littlo Crayfishes, who were stretching their necks out of tho front window. "It's a young man, with a black loAther bag, mat" shouted back the youthful scions of the race. "That everlasting pumberl" said Mrs. Crayfish. "I'll teach him I" >And with her kitchen apron swallowing her in its sombre folds, and her hair *11 bristling in porcupine papers, Mrs. Crayfish hurried to the door. "Do I address Mrs. Leandcr Crayfish?" began the young man. ^ "I should rather think you did 1" said | Mrs. Crayfish, tartly. "And if this is i the wav vmi intend frono?,.? 1 : ' ? ^ - ? uuoovb UUO1UU05| I want nothing more to do with you 1" j *1 am very sorroy, ma'am, but?w "I dnre sayi" curtly interrupted Mrs. Crayfish. . "But I don't want to listen to any excuses. Be so very good, if you please, as to come down stairs at once and get to work, without further loss of time." And she led the way (down to the kitehen, talking volubly as she went* But before die could explain the manHold shortcomings of the delinquent r V' **' i ? '. f+'r.'.z y ' " " ' k'..4*w 'j '1 {'V- '/i* >''/ Sffiv V.* * * v ' .vfli : . , ;V. 1 . . . range, the door-boll sounded frr tlie second time, loud und long, nod Mrs. Crayfish was obliged to hurry up stairs onco moro. This time it was an old lady, stout and red-faced, with puffs of grny hair on oither side of her face, and her portly tlguro shrouded in a waterproof clotk. "Aunt Pamela, as truo as I live I" cried Mrs. Crayfish, who never hail met her husband's aunt. "I declarc if you nro not just in time! My cook has gono and my washerwoman hasn't come, and I do believe that Providence has sent you to mj. If you don't mind I'll give you a cup of tea and set you ritgh to work picking the chickens for dinner. Yes, I know the liouso looks forlorn," as the lady glanced dubiously around, "but it'3 blue Monday and everything is in a tangle. This is my room; yours is all dripping, from the leaky roof. My bed isn't made, and the dear children's clothes are | all over the floor; but you'll excuse all deficiencies, Aunt Pamela, until Leander comes back. Good gracious! if there isn't the bell again I I do believe it is bewitched to-day! But you will take off your things, and presently I'll bring you up one of my big gingham aprons, and tell you what is to be done first." Down she bustled to the door for the third time. A grimy-faced personage stood there in an attitude of utter indiffnrnn "Who arc you?" said Mrs. Crayfish. "Plummcr's man, mum. Mr. Crayfish, he?" "But why didn't you come when the other young man did?" irritably demanded the lady. "Ain't no other young man, mum." "Yes, there is, tool" said Mrs. Crayfish. "And he's at work down in the , kitchen now." 'Well, if you've got some ono to work on the job, you don't want me," said the independent citizen, shouldering his bag of tools. "Yes, I do," said Mrs. Crayfish. "I want all the p'.umbers I can get. Make haste down stairs and expedite the other man all you can. Why, Mrs. Ponsonby," as a smiling matron skipped out of a coupe and hurried up the steps, "it can't be possible that this is you!" Mrs. Ponsonby, the presideut of "The Social Circle for the Elevation of Women," shook the rain-drops from her bonnet-plume and smiled graciously. "I am so sorry to tako you by surprise, dear I" said she. "Oh, not at all!" interjected Mrs. Crayfish. "But Mr. Ponsonby's mother is very ill," added the president of the Social Circle for the Elevation of Women; "so of course I could not receive company. And I knew you would bo so glad to | welcome Lord Earnest Elberon, anu to answer Mrs. Edgeworth's inquiries on the I subject of French Amelioration." "Eh?" said Mrs. Crayfish. "Where are they ?" asked Mrs. Ponsonby, looking around her. 4 'Where are who ?" gasped Mrs. Crayfish. "Lord Ernest, to-be surel" said Mrs. Ponsonby, "and Mrs. Edgeworthl" Mrs. Crayfish gave a little shriek of dismay as the full truth broke in upon her mind. She seized Mrs. Ponsonby's arm, as a drowning woman might grasp at a straw. "I will tell you where they are 1" sftid she, with the stony calmness of despair. "I pushed Lord Ernest down stairs beforo me, and set him to pulling the kitchen range to pieces. And Mrs. Edgeworth is at this moment sitting up stairs in probably the dirtiest and most untidy bed-room in Philadelphia." It was some time before Mrs. Ponsonby could be brought to quite understand the position of affairs. But when she did, she was even more perturbed than Mrs. Crayfish had been. 4'Let us go up stairs?I mean down stairs?at once I" she cried. "Ob, how could any one possibly have mude such a blunder ? Oh, what will Lord Ernest think? And what sort of account of us will Mrs. EJgeworth put into her husband's Chicago newspaper ?" Lord Ernest Elberon, sitting on tho edge of tho wash-trays, was meditativoly watching tho operations of the plumber, when thoy camo down. "He wanted to fight me at first," observed the sprig of English aristocracy. "But he was quite peaceable when I convinced him that I did not come from an opposition establishment; and really he seems quite an ingenious sort of fellow. | And there is more complication in one of those baking and roasting concerns than I had any idea of. Pray, ladies, make no apologies. It was tho most natural . mistake in the wcrld. And I assure you I regard it as a capital joke." Mrs. Edgcworth of Chicago, however, was not so placable. They found her sitting in the middlo of Mrs. Crayfish's rather disorganized bedroom, with a face like that of the Sphinx; and nothing but an introducfinn fr? 1,/tnl Wrnoot IZIIumn naniAa/1 ku V, MSMVVV MAWVIVU |n>V?UV?A UCI in tbe loa^t degree. Mrs. Ponsonby carried off the whole party, Mrs. Crayfish included, in her coupe, to lunch at Damoretti's. And when the luckless housekeeper reached home again, the plumber was gone, Aunt Pamela had arrived, and had "straightened up" everything, a good dinner smoked on the board, and Mr. ' ' v' * \;%i ' r>'4 S ? i Crayfish welcomed hor with a broad smilo. I "It's all right, Carry," he said. "Bluo Monday has com to ati end at last I" "I should think it might," said Mrs. Crayfidi, hysterically. "With au E:iglish lord in my kitchen, a Chicago reformer in my bedroom, and nobody knows what else I I declare, I'm sick of tho Soci ty for the Elevation of Wonmn, ,,.*A ?!...? it tit aiiu wvijbtnii^ tiiau tu u ; ? | IL.len Forrest Graves. Surgery for i'lnno 1'lnyers. "Surgery for piano-forte players,*' aa recommended by one of the leading | piano-forte teachers of this city, and now behu; rushod at in San Francisco to ! ? I a degree that will at least make this aa interesting spot for the rest of the musical world to watch, in seeing how such a large average of the venturesome como out. The clever physician, with hij knife made expressly for the purpose, and his cocaine, admits he knows little about piano-forte plnying, but is told that the results of the operation are "at* j isfactory. There then follows something ; about liability to "loss of grip," etc. ' During the lmlcyon era of piano art, when Liszt was electrifying Europe, and Mendelssohn and Chopin vying with each other in the production of compositions embodying the utmost a:tistic perfection ; and when gigantic Beethoven was astonishing Vienna with a succcssion of his sonatas?why was there 110 knivingthen? Surgeons were skilful fifty! years ago, and knew as much of tlio mechanism of the hand as to-day. There were enthusiasts in those days who would have gone to the bottom of this j method and as readily yielded themselves up to a trial of it, and yet we do not | read of any ham-strung artists coming to the front. Yes, thcro was one who tried a royal road to perfection. Poor Robert Schumaun cssnyed some expediting j method on his third finger, and ran him- ) self hopelessly and disastrously out of the field of executant*. lie has stood as a warning monument from those days as to mechanical contrivances aud all sorts of extraneous dodges, and it would be well for every intending victim to tho knifo method to first read through his "Advice to Young Musicians."?San , Francisco Chroniclc. IHimond Mines. Many geo'.ogists of Australasia cherish ' tho faith that diamond mines will yet bo j added to the sources of wealth of that developing land of surprises. Accident' ally discovered by a travelling trader not I Quite twentv vicars aorn_ thn finntVi Afri can mines, which arc five hundred miles from the coast, and at an elevation of four thousand feet abovo the sen, are, however, at present unrivalled in their size and value. The romantic hardships which toughened and roughened the early diggers have largely disappeared before the railway communication which brings the fields within a thirty hours' journey of the coast. The business is now transacted on scientific principles and a regular system. There have been, as might be expected, alternations of I profit and loss, but the returns of the four principal mines show that in the three years and a third previous to the end of 1885, there was a total production of more than eight and a half millions sterling. A Kimberley diamond was recently shown in London valued at ?100,000. It weighed moro than 400 carats in the rough. The finest diamond in quality over found in South Africa was the# "Porter Rhodes," discovered in the centre of Kimberley mi ne in 1880. It is a pure white octahedron, valued at ?60, AAA r J? t vi/v.?jujnuon cwnuara. , The Manufacture of Htilrplns. For years the English and French controlled the manufacture of hairpins, and it is only within the last twenty years that the goods have be?n produced in this country to any extent. The machinery used is of a delicate and intricate character, as the prices at which pins are sold necessitates the most rapid and cheapest process, which can only bo secured by automatic machines. The wire is made expressly for the purpose, and put up in large coils, which are placed on reels, and the end of the wire is placed in a clamp, which carries it to the machine while straightening it; from there it runs in another machine, which cuts, bends, and, by a delicate and instantaneous process, sharpens tho points. Running at full speed, these machines will turn out 120 hairpins every minute. To economizo it is necessary to keep them working night and day. The difflcult part of the work is the enamelling, which is done by dipping in a preparation and baking in an oven. Here is where tho most constant and careful attention is required, as the pin must be perfectly smooth and tho enamel have a perfect polish. The slightest particles of dust cause imperfections and roughness, which ie objectionable. In the Railroad Train. A gentleman carrying a very hoavy satchol finally succeeds in getting it into ...1, * l.J 1. 3 -1 41?1 .? buu men. a iuujt soawiu uirccuy Dooeata manifests lively fear. "Oh, monsieur, supposing it should fall!" "Renssure yourself, madams, there is nothing in it that can break."?French Fun. v \ ' '' < / ' i ' ... / jlfMwnnCJOKI ?t.'SV.V':^v. at^? 9 -wmmmmmmmm?mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmamm FOR THE FARM AND HOME. Scraping Friill Tre??. When hoeing in the garden among fruit trees, says the New England Farmer, wo sometimes scrapo off some of the loose, rough, mossy bark, but wo do it moro for a change of posture or rest for the body, or to make the trunks look a little better, than with any expectation of helping the growth of the tree. "NVe lately came into possession of a neglected orchard, and these remarks apply to this only. In our life-long experience in the euro of orchard treDs, we huvo found no occasion for spending unv time scraping or washing the trunks of trees, or of slitting the bark to give the treo room to grow. The Rural New Yorker, alluding to this subject, says: "Pray don't wasto your time and strength in this way. If you give your trees good food to cat and plenty of it, and cut out while young all branches that interfere with each other, you have done all you can do to promote their welfare. Leave the rest to Nature." The horticultural editor of the Country Gentleman also condemns the practire of scraping, believing it renders the trees more susceptible to injury from cold in winter. Bnmble Hoe* and Clover Seed. Maurice Thompson, state geologist of Indiana, and chief of the department of natural history in that state, well known as a literary and scientific writer, relates in a recent report the following interesting Incident: "I made a good old farmer call me a 'crank' the other day when I told him the reason his clover fields have failed to bear as much seed as they formerly did. 'You don't allow the bumble I lion a tn Kn ? 01 wvva vx. uu nillbU UU J UU1 I ;il III, UU Jr'UUt I asked. 'Yes, sir, I do,' he cried. 'I make my boys burn up every plagued aest of them.' 'So I supposed,' I replied. Aud that is why ycur clover seed fails you. Bumble bees make clover seed. 'You're a crank! You're a crank 1' ho exclaimed, and looked at me ns if he thought 1 was a fit subject for a lunatic asylum. And yet it is a fact that a strong nest of bumble bees, in a big clovtr field, is worth $20 to the owner; for theso insects are the chief agents in fertilizing the blossoms, thereby insuring a ' a heavy crop of seed. In Australia there ! are no bumble bees of our kind, and they j could not raise clover seed there until I they imported some bumblebees." ! Poultry Notes. j The amount of satisfaction in a hobby | is directly proportioned to the amount of thought devoted to it. Fowls should be well sheltered and fed I when moulting or shedding their ; feathers; and the male birds should bo separated from the hens, especially when their is quite a number of yourtg crowers around, as thero generally is about this time of the year. One-half the care and labor required to earn fifty dollars tilling some crop will produce that amount for the farmer if bestowed upon his flock of fowls. If you propo^o to him to persistently neglect his best cow from one end of the year to the other, he will set you down as a candidate for a lunatic asylum; yet a common size flock of fowls, such as arc kept at mos: farmsteads, will yield as much value yearly, if properly treated, as a first rate cow. Under a forcing system of treatment the best hens in the world will qu ckly t)lav out. You mav <rpfc ? lnrnrrt < ? ? J r> ? ? o" ?" "v. of egg^within a given time, but the later layings will not give you average good chickens when you come to hatch such product. This result wo have proved, beyor.d peradventure, in our past experience. Therefore, never force to any considerable extend your stock to lay an excessive or unnatural number of eggs, as it is exhausting, and will impair tiae vigor of the progeny. Good sash pulleys and weights are as useful and valuable in the new hen house you intend to erect as these things are necessary in your well-ordered dwelling house. If you place movable Bashes in your hennery at nil, you will/Jo well to remember the abovo hint, tad thus save yonrself a deal of fu3sing and hard words because "the window will neither open or shut," when you wish it either ono way or the other. In winter time, such sashes at either end of the hen house are handy to help your ventilation. In summer they can bo taken out to advantage and the space covered with wire screening.?American Poultry Yard. Farm and Garden Holes. Tobacco refuse is a rich and quick acting fertilizer. It is also repulsive to insects. If you receive trees or plants shipped from a distance, it is well to place the roots in wator from twelvo to twenty four hours before planting out. Much is said at present about using i fko vaIIaw />n lnn/1 mUSnl* ?? 1?^?S - ^ | vuv ivuui uu <nuu nuiuu ia uuiuj^ UtlUU I for wheat. The roller ia good to pulverize and firm tbo soil. But harrow after rolling. The injury that the crow does to corn by pulling it up is not genorally great I ind can be easily guarded against. A more serious indictment is found in tho fact that the crow is the greatest enomy 3f insoct-destroying birds, whose nests it rob* and whose young it kills. Tho | wjuirrel is also open to the same charge. ITorses will go eight and probably ten hours without food if properly fed at evening and morning. They should have water more frequently, but never when hot. A solution of boracic acid is excellent for fowls affected with sore head or eye*, It should be applied warm, using a soft sponge and marking the head, eyes and nostrils well with it. It is the same with an animal as with u steam boiler?the more complete the I combustion of the food or fuel it gets the more satisfactory will be the result, because there is less waste. Do not overfeed tho young pigs. Let them make all the growth possible, but do not attempt to make them fat. Fat in summer should be avoided. A good moderate condition isb.st. Have you any occasion to dig up any sods along the roads do, under the fences or in any part of the garden? Savo them. Spread a layer of sods and sprinkle on it ii light dressing of potash (ashed) and bone, then another layer of 6ods, then ashes and bones, &c., until the heap is completed. This will give you a perfect soii for flower pots. If your hogs lack material to build up their bony and muscular tissues, supooso you try an experiment and foed them lime, powdered bones, grass and oats for muscle. When you feed, see that every hog is present at roll call, and always seek the absent one, as there is generally something wrong with him, and that is the one to watch. It is well understood by farmers that there is a joint worm that attacks barley and often makes a light weight. It is similar, to, but distinct from a joint worm that attacks wheat. It isbolieved, however, that the barley joint worm also, under some circumstances, attacks the winter grain, and henco is suggested a caution against preceding wheat, with barley, which is quite common with the winter wheat growing localities. Success in floriculture depends vastly more on the care bestowed on tho plants than on a large amount of money expended. Yet, for all this, many people will yearly spend a great deal of money on high-priced and rare plant*, afterward giving them no attention. A bed of gerauiumo, petunia?, lantams and other easily grown plants, if well cared for, will be more satisfactory than rare plants which require the care and attention of an expert gardener. The time to pick duck feathers, like fruit, is when they are rips. This may be learned by catching two or thrco and pulling a few feathers here and there. If they pull hard and the quills are filled with a bloody fluid, they are not ripe; but if they pull easy and the quills are clear, you may know that it is the "best time to pick." Ducks may be picked four times a year. Never plujk the long tufts of coarse feathers on the sides that support the wings. When conditions are just right, onions will yield moro bushels per acre than the highest yield reported of potatoes. The rows are closer togethor than potatoes can be, and though they will not grow one above the other as potatoes will, the entiro surface of the ground in the rows will bo covired with many of the onions partially overlapping each other. In narrow rows little ot the surface of the soil will be bare, and 1000 bushels have been frown on a sinrrlp. nrri*. Household Hint*. Boil coffce in a salt s ick; this is bettor than eggs tor settling the coffce. The stovepipe can be cleanod by putting a piece of zinc on the coals of a hot fire. The vapor produced carries off the soot by chemical decomposition. A delicate glue for mounting ferns and seaweed is made of five parts gum arabic, three parts white sugar, two parts starch, and a very little water. Boil until thick and white. A mcdical writer says tbat the same knife should not bo used for both peeling and slicing a pineapple, as tho rind contains an ncid that is likely to causo a swollen mouth and sore lips. The Cubans use salt as an antidoto for tho ill effects of the peel. Tho secret in mashing potatoes is to have nil the utensils as hot as possible, and beat the mass till light instead of pressing down smooth and solid, adding milk, buttermilk and salt at will. A desirable result is attained by rubbing the mashed potato through a hot colander and leaving it just as it falls into the dish. ItecipM. Chicken Soup.?Save the broth after boiling chickens, and to it add two onions thinly sliced; bi.il twenty minutes^ season with salt and pepper, add two beaten eggs and serve. ika iJiscuiT. ? lako two quarts of flour, two tablespoons white sugar, two of butter, half a cup of yeast, one pint of boiled milk. Make a holo in the flour, pour in the ingredients. Whon light cut down once or twice, mako into biscuit an1 whon light bake. Applk Marmalade,?Take any kind of sour applos, pare and core them; cut them in small pieces and to every pound of apple put three-quarters of a pound of sugar; put thorn In a preserving pan and boil thom ov?.r a slow '*54'*' \ > Si ?/,> J'v?i w .V fire until they arc reduced to a fine pulp; then put in jelly jara unci keep in a cool place. Hot Potato Salad.?Boil till dono eight large potatoes and slice them while hot; peel and slice three largo onions and mix with the potatoes; cut up somo bacon into small bits, enough to fill a teacup, and fry a light brown; icmovo the meat, and into the grease stir tliroo tablcspoonfuls of vinegar, making a sour gravy, which pour over the potato and onion. Season with pepper and salt and servo while hot. Corn Oysters.?One cupful of flour, half a cup of melted butter, three tablespoonfuls of milk, two teaspoonfu'.s of salt, one-fourth of a teaspoonful of pepper, one pint of grated corn. Pour the corn on the flour and beat well; then add the other ingredients and beat rapidly for three minutes. Have fat in the frying pan to the depth of about two inches. AVhen smoking hot put in tho batter by the spoonful. II>ld tho spoon close to the fat and tho* shape of tho oyster will be good. Fry five minutes. Two It illoou Stories. Iu a talk with John Porepaugh I heard several interesting stories of adventures , with hot-air balloons. "We used to inflate tho balloons and send them skyward at every stopping point of the Forcpaugh show," he said, "and I remember now one incident in regard to these balloons which occurtcd in 1874 at Chester. There was a large crowd on tho grounds, and a man we called Big Smith was insido the bag while it was being inflated. At last the ' balloon bulged out, nearly full, and Smith crawled from under. Twentyfive mon were holding tho balloon, and Smith, after ho got outside the i machine, saw a candy butcher named Mitchell standing near him. Before any one could count five Smith grabbed 1 Mitchell, threw him in the basket, and yelled 'Lot goI' The men dropped the ropes, the balloon shot aloft like a rocket, and the ten thousand people strained their eyes as they saw it grow smaller i and smaller, until it was out of sight. "When the balloon was first skipping toward heaven Mitchell's head could be seen over the odge of tho basket as ha yelled, 'Help, for God's sake!' When the big bag floated beyond tho range of vis.on a dozen men started northward? tho way the wind carried tho balloon? in teams. They drove eight or ten miles, and they found the balloon with the wretched Mitchell lying helplessly in the basket on the bank of a creek. Mitchell's hair had actually turned white f /-r-Li _ 1- ? ' 11 c 111 mgut ia ui3 uour s nac la cue clouds. "Several years after that, in another town, Big Smith was inside another bulloon while it was boing inflated. After it was full of hot air he crawled over the edge of the basket and another man got in for a trip through the one belt. Some ono yelled 'Let go!* Tha ropes were loosened, but one rope on tha Jr side of which Smith was getting oufc,r took a turn around his leg, clutching him tightly, and as the balloon shot/skyward it took Smith with it by the ankle. ( His terrified companion in the baskel who heard the cry of horror that swept over the crowd could not help him, loi , if ho changed his position the chancel , were that the basket would upset or thai the rope would uncoil. After about 10 minutes the balloon camo down with Smith unconscious and his head full oi blood. However, he recovered, and i? v. i : ?? ni.V-j.i-i.' jet iu buc onuw uu?iiiofK), ?- I'/uutucipriia News. , She Was No Chicken; Major Grenade (anxious to make himself agreeable to a wealthy spinster)? "Been to 'Colindt-3.' Miss Ycrjuicc?" "No, indeed, major 1 I'm very delicate, doju't you know? and I could not possibly endure the tufleringsucli a jaunt might produce. I re;.lly undergo such 1 excruciating pains in the chest that?" Major G. (interrupting)?"Yes?er? pardon me I I've been troubled withth? same complaint myself in India. Diet ' yourself, my lady; live on riccP Miss "V. ? "Oh, major! what a horrid notion. "Why, the stuff is only fit foi chickens!" Major Gh ? "True, true! I forgot. You are no chicken. Allow me to suggest in prefer?" But the lady closed her fan with t fierce rattlo and flounced away.? Glasgow Herald. A Statement Disproved. Professor Wyman, tho distinguished comparative anatomist, used to tell a story that illustrates tho fallibility ol human evidence. Ono day a clergyman brought to him a livo young black snake wnicn no saia a parishioner of bis, a gentleman of unimpeachable veracity, had ejected from hia stomach. The clergyman grew very indignant when Professor Wyman doubted the possibility of this, snying that his parishoner waa absolutely sure the reptile had been living in his stomach for years. To settle tho matter therefore, Professor Wyman cut open the stomach of the snake and turned out of it a number of graaahop- ~ . por?, beetlea and grubs. "It seems," he said to the clergyman, "that your parishoner has a lUing for a peculiar Kina or aiot. ? Nt'.o lork Tribune t it ' i;* ' ,. ' /. ,f >: