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1 i TUB LEDGER: GAFFNEY, 8. C., JULY 14, 1898. 3 , RACHRAY ISLAND. what win it f’nt mo lit all that, time To promis/* I’d nmrry a Rachray man T An now he’ll not listen to rason or rhyme, He strivin to hurry me nil that he pan. “Come on, an ye be to come on,” says he; “Ye're bound for the island, to live wi’ me." Fee Raehray island boy ant in the bay! The dear knows what they l-o t oin ont there But flshin an iiRhtin nn tearin away, An who’s to hinuher, an what do they care? The goodness can tell what d liappon to mo Vilen liaclnuy’d have me, unee, uiusd I might have took Pother from over the hill, A dacent poacher, tho kind, poor boy: Could 1 keep the ould plnces about li.e still I'd never set foot ou* o' sv.is-t Bnllyvoy. My norm on Raehray, the could s< a caves. An black neck div< ra an weary ould waves! I'll never win 1 nek now, whatever may fall. Oh, give me good luck, for you’ll seo me no morel Sure an island man is the mischief nn nil— An me that never was married before! Oli, think o' iny fate when ye dance at a fair! In Raehray there's no Christianity there! —Moira O’Neill in London Spectator. HER HONEYMOON. / Celia is strong niiudtd. YYm would not think so to look at her. She is what I call a fluffy girl. She has a sweet face, with large blue eyes and a match less dimple in her leftchet k. lint Celia is strong minded. I sometimes even think mamma is a little afraid of her. She has certainly managed us both all her life. Celia has a perfect talent for managing people. When she told us sho was engaged to be married to Sir Ver non Eranstono, mamma raid, “But, Celia, darling, you hardly know him.” “You never know any man unless you ate actually married to him,” an swered Celia who is possessed of an ex traordinary amount of worldly wisdom. Then I put in my word. “I don’t like him, Celia,” I said decidedly. “And year haven't got to many him,” replied Celia, in her most putting down manner, “so you needn’t trouble about that.” Mamma cried a little and finally gave he-r const at, which was, after all, only a matter of form, as Celia has money of her own and is over 21. We sat chatting over her fire the night before tho marriage. “Supposing ho is unkind to you, Celia,” I said. “Oh, Celia, darling, whatever would you do if ho were unkind to you?” “Do?” answered Celia, with an air of great astonishment “I should leave him, of course, and come back to you and mamma.” I gasped. “ You couldn’t leave a man you were married to,” I said. “Couldn’t I?” she replied calmly. “You’d see, Dot.” “I’m afraid ho is rather selfish, Celia,” I said presently. “All men are selfish,” replied the wise Celia, “if they are encouraged. 1 shan’t encourage Vernon.” Then we went to bed. I awoke tho next morning feeling de pressed. I hated parting with my favor ite sister, and I did not care about my future brother-in-law. I must own ho seemed devoted to Celia, but ho looked so rough and big beside her I was dread fully afraid he might bully her. But the wedding went off very well, in spite of my misgivings. My sister looked de liciously pretty in her white satin gown, and I thought Vernon looked proud and happy. A friend of his had lent them a house in Scotland for their honeymoon, and Vernon was to have some spring fishing. I saw them off at the station. This was, I know, a dreadfully uncon ventional thing to do, but it was just like Celia, and she insisted on it. She said it would prevent people from know ing they were newly married, which was absurd, as her hat was covered with rice. Just before the train was due to start Vernon looked at his watch and said to mo: “Well, goodby, Dot. I must be getting in now.” I shook hand with him, and Celia, leaning forward, moved Tho Ladies’ Pictorial from the seat op posite. He saw tho movement. “Don’t bother to move anything, Celia,” ho said genially. “I am going smoking.” I stared iucreduously at him; then I glanced at Celia to see how she would take it. To my surprise, she only smiled and said: “All right. Go and tell Denise to come to me a minute. I want to speak to her. ” He went off in a hurry for her maid, who came up just as the train was start ing. “Here, jump in, Denise. I want to speak to you,” cried Celia. “I can pay the extra ou your ticket at the other end.” Denise was bundled in, and the train started without my having time to ex change another word with my sister. I stood waving my hand until it was nearly out of sight, although Celia did not look once out of the window; then I turned away, feeling disconsolate. I felt furiously angry with Vernon. How hateful of him to go smoking and leave Celia to travel by herself just when she must have been dying to talk over the wedding and everything! How lonely she would be on that long, dull journey! They were going to stop at York for the night, but she would have nearly five hours alone with her maid. Poor Celia! I had warned her he was selfish, but it is no use warning people who are in love—they are always so pe culiar. I felt a little disappointed in my sister, to tell the truth, for I never thought she would have surrendered so easily. She hadn’t even looked cross, bnt had smiled at Vernon. How dreadfully soon marriage changes some people! I found mamma •till rather watery about the eyes. She asked mo a great many questions aud was most indignant at Vernon’s selfish ness. “Fancy slighting my darling girl like that!” she said angrily. “And fancy her taking it so calmly, ” t added. “I wish she had never left us,” sob bed mamma. “I know he will bully her. I never heard of a man doing such a thing in my life. My poor, neglected ohild!” We could talk and think of nothing •Ise, and sat down to dinner feeling lonely and miserable. At about ho 1 ! past 9, as I was feeling quite worn ort with excitement aud fatigue, 1 thought I would go to bed. I kissed mamma and begged her not to worry about Celia. “I wonder what she is doing?” the said tearfully. “I do hope they will not quarrel, Dot.” I said I was sure they wouldn’t, an Celia bad never quarreled with anybody iu her life. I was just going up stairs when I heard the front door bell ring violently. “I can’t F04 any one, Dot, ” mamma called out to n o. “lam too tired aud upset tonight. ” “Wo’re ont, James,” I said to tho footman, and added reassuringly to mamma, “It will only bo what Celia calls a posthumous wedding present.” I waited a moment to see. Suddenly I heard a peremptory voice saying: “Here, James, take in this box. Denise is coming on with the others in a four wheeler. Where is Miss Dot?” I simply flew across the hall. “Oh, Celia, darling Celia, whatever is tho matter?” I cried excitedly. Celia stopped to kiss mamma, who had rushed into tho hall at the sound of her voice, then she slipped her arm through mine. “Como along into the dining room, dears,” she said, “and I’ll tell you all about it, but do order me some dinner first; I am dreadfully hun gry. ” She spoke quite brightly, but her face was pale, and I don’t think her tears were far off. Then she told ns what she had done. As soon as I left her she arranged with Denise to get out at Peterborough and catch the next ex press hack to town. V< men had luckily never seen her. Poor mamma looked rather dazed, as though she hardly un derstood what had happened. “It serves him right, Celia, ” I said angrily, “but whatever will ho do? Won’t ho be fearfully angry?” I felt nervous, but Celia only shrugged her shoulders. “Likely he will,” she replied coolly, “but after all what can he do excepting swear? You see, I bavo begun as I mean to go oi'., Dot, and I must await devel opments. I expect ho will soon fetch mo back, ” sho added cheerfully, “and try to hush it up. No man likes being made a fool of, but it was really moro than I could stand.” Sho yawned and raise d her pretty arms above her head. “And now lot’s go to bed, Dot. I’m so awfully tired. It's useless to sit hero and speculate as to what he will do. I am all right in the meantime, us I havo brought my trousseau back with me.” • •••••* Tho next morning Celia received a frantic telegram from Vernon, aud iu the afternoon he arrived. Mamma and I thought it kinder not to see him. Celia had a long interview with him in the dining room, after which she ran up to us, and, giving us each a hasty kiss, whispered she would tell us all about it tomorrow. Then they drove off together, aud Denise followed with the luggage. I believe they staid at a hotel for the night and caught tho express to Scot land the next day. Wo did not see Celia again for several weeks, and when she wrote all she told us was that Vernon was a “dear. ” They seem happy now, and I sometimes think I never saw a man kinder or moro attentive to his wife. Celia seems devotedly fond of him. Of courts* I always knew sho was strong minded, but I must say I have often wondered how she managed Ver non.—Westminster Budget. TWO MINUTES IN this Morning for THE CLOUDS. Colonel £> A let tor rr.me an d-so," A.nd one f >r "Honorable," and the rest or In, you know. I took them ujj and laid them from all the rrr.. apart. I gazed upon them fondly uih! pride was In my heart. It seemed to me that Home how I'd grown afoot tr two Fince the po ‘man had come in and then pa.«- <*d on out of view. 1 felt that I had risen to tho thirty third de gree Of human coifeeunonce and that the world waa watching mo. To 'Colonel"—ah, what a be addressed ns splendid thing! And “Honorable”—well, it wax next to being king! At least two men were learning to estimate my worth. Here was my fame beginning to echo round the earth. I tore one letter open and mid tho message through. The man who dubbed me‘‘Colonel," I’ll now confess to you, Was souk what short of money—a common tiling with men— He’d l*' a grateful debtor if I eculd “lend him Indian* a* Runners. General Crook is quoted by Edward S. Ellis as having seen an Apache lope for 1,500 feet up tho side of a mountain without showing tho first sign of fa tigue, there being no perceptible in crease of respiration. Captain H. L. Scott of the Seventh cavalry has related some astonishing feats performed by the Chiracahua Apaches forming Troop L of his regiment. He tells how nine of these Indians, after a hard day’s work, by way of recreation, pursued a coyote for two hours, captured the nimble brute aud brought it into camp; how, on another occasion, the scouts gave chase to a deer, ran it down some nine miles from camp and fetched it in alive. Hence I sec no good reason for doubt ing tho word of an old timer I mot in the Rocky mountains, who told me that, iu the days before the Atlantic aud Pa cific railroad was built, the Pima In dians of Arizona would recover settlers’ stray horses along the overland trail by walking thorn down in tho course of two or three days. After this cue may begin to believe that “Lying Jim” Beckwourth, whose remarkable adven tures early in this century are preserved in book form, was a much maligned man, and that ho spoke no more than the truth when ho said he had known instances of Indian runners accomplish ing upward of 110 miles in one day.— Lippincott's. Reconciled to Knrth. “What did you say those are?” in quired tho man with the old fashioned derby hat who had paused to patronize the curbstone astronomer. “Those are the moonsof Jupiter, ” re plied the proprietor of the telescopa “Let me see. Jupiter—that’s one of the planets. ” “Assuredly.” “Well, there’s a great deal to com plain of on this earth, bnt it might be worea With all the drawbacks, I’m glad I live here instead of on Jupiter.” “Of course. You hare no assurance that the conditions there would bo adapted to your kind of life.” “It isn’t that. I’m one of the sort of people who can bunk down anywhere aud be comfortable with a piece of hard tack and a cup of coffee. There’s only one thing that gives me the bluea, and that’s seeing the new moon over my left shoulder. It's bad enough on this earth having to be on the lookout for one moon every four weeks, but if I lived on a planet whore there were four of thsm I never would know where I stood. It all goes to show that no mat ter how bad things are they might be worse. ”—Detroit Free Pros* n wns anxious to get a public help him to “win out in The oilier ni; place— My inlluence would the race.” I cast tho letter* from me. 1 thought eomo things of men That novi r (shall he printed—and went to work again. —S. E. Ki. or in Clovi land Leader. I1IS LETTERS. We had been three mouths married, aud lived in the blessed expectancy of n secretaryship which I had been promised j ou a commission appointed to inquire | into some abuses tho government did not want to find out, but tho nrelim- ! inaries dragged, and I found myself doomed to a period of enforced idleness which did not improve my temper, and I fear tried my wife’s sorely, for, though happy, wo wore human. Our first, and, thank heaven, our only tiff, took place one memorable day when wo were both gardening on a plot of soot blackened ground attached to our modest dwell ing. In making a border I had planted a number of carnations and picotees to gether, contrary to my wife’s directions, and on discovering the mistake sho said what I suppose nine out of ten women would have said. I answered tartly, be ing preoccupied with bitter thoughts, and so acrimonious did our discussion become that Edith went into tho house. After some minutes’ reflection I felt the childishness of my conduct and fol lowed to make it up. Sho was not iu the little atticliko boudoir at the top of our mansion, so I descended to search for her in the drawingroom, which had doors opening on the conservatory and hall. By chance I chose the first and hiid almost entofed the room when I heard tho sound of fc well remembered voice, aud, drawing the portiere aside, cautiously, saw my wife face to face with Arbuscula. “I daresay you know who I am?” the latter was saying. Edith denied the implied honor. “Then is your state tho more gra cious,” retorted Arbuscula. “But your husband does, and that is the chief point. The servant told me be was at home.” She looked just us splendid as ever and swept our modest little apart ment with a scornful glance. “My husband is engaged,” said Edith.i “Anything you havo to say may be said to me.” “Indeed?” replied Arbuscula. “Well, I have got a good many things to say. *’ My wife foidinl her hands and, find ing one of her gardening gloves on, pulled it off and threw it on the table. “Guard!” thought I. “And first, ” continued Arbuscula, “1 want to say that your husband is the writer of those letters. ” Aud she de posited a formidable bundle or tho ta ble beside the glove. “They were writ ten to me. You may read them if you choose. ” “I have no desire to do eo, ” replied my wife valiantly. “They would interest yon, ” tho other wont on. “You could compare them with those he has, I dure say, written to yourself. ” “I fear you misunderstand, though tho error is a natural one—for you, ” re plied my wife considerately. A spot of light shone in Arbuscula’a eye. “They would be useful,” she con tinual, “if yon wanted to make things hot for him—as you undoubtedly will.” My wife was silent; sho played with her wedding ring. “Or perhaps you won’t care to see them in tho public press, ” the other added viciously. “I know a literary chap who would dress ’em up well; they’d want a little draping for a pa per I know of.” “I conclude, then, that the lawyers have marked ‘no case?’ ” observed Edith, and Arbuscula glanced curiously at her. “I do not take my—wrongs to a law court!” she said magnificently. “In that you show your wisdom,” re plied my wife. Arbuscula looked at her again, with something approaching re spect, but there was a sparkle beueath the eyelids. “Come, what will yon give to pre vent it?” she asked. “Nothing,” responded Edith quietly. “He would be of a different opinion!” observed Arbuscula. “Hardly,” said my wif& “He is not a fool. ” “You are the first woman who ever laid that of him,” retorted Arbuscula. “I do not doubt it, ” replied my wife, with much significance, aud the other reddened slightly. “Under the guard,” thought L “All women are the same to him, ” continued Arbuscula, recovering herself. “What is the difference between you and me? A wedding ring. ” “And all it symbolizes, ” rejoined my wife softly. “That’* a house on a fifth rate ter race, with only on# stopcock for eight of ye, and the lady next door cuts off the water when she has had a few words with you over tho hedge—I know it!” sneered the other. “Oh, it symbolizes more, ” said Edith, but her tone was weaker. The thrust had gone home, for the study of hydro statics had been forced upon us of late. “AKd wbat is that, pray?” demanded i Arbuscula insolently. “To explain would be to insult your intelligence—aud yourself,” replied i Edith. “Beat in carte, lunge in tierce!” ! thoughtL “Oh, I am not thin skinned!” laugh ed Arbuscula. “I made allowance,” rejoined my wife. Aibuscula’s lips became a thin line of scarlet. Then they parted, and sh-* smiled. 1 knew that she had always pos sessed a most unfeininino sense of hu mor, but I was not prepared for its as sertion at this supreme moment. Tho two women stood looking at each other across the table. Arbuscula s dazzling smile lighting her face, iny wife’s pale, yet never so beautiful, 1 thought, though now, enlightened by the contrast, I noted the lines of anxiety which had been creeping there during tho past months, and violet shadows under the sweet eyes. Tho other gathered up tho letters and began to shufllo them as one would a pack of cards. “You are dying to read them!” sho raid. My wife’s voice said, “No.” Her face was not so explicit. “Here's one—it’s poetry,” continued Arbuscula. “It was written for a stays I invented, tho Arbuscula busk—you might havo heard of it?” “No, it must have been before my time,” said Edith innocently. “Possibly you came rather late in the day,” retorted tho other. “But came to stay,” answered n;y wife. Arbuscula laughed. Edith put her hand upon the bell. “You surely will not compel me?” she said. “I have been very patient.” “You’H want, all the patience you have in the good tuna coming,” rejoiu- I ed tho other. “And you, what will your future bo without patience?” asked Edith. “My future can take care of itself,” ! cried Arbuscula, laughing a laugh short | as the snap of a breaking sword blade. “I’m a woman with a past, tho sort I morality humbugs chatter about, but if 1 I had a future like you by I’d try to get something better than the butt end of a roue. ’ ’ “Using the hilt,” thought I. My wife laughed gayly now. “You know tho old adage,” sho said, “the best husband is a reformed rake. Men’s follies often servo as beacons to guide them past the other shoals and shal lows of life. Experience enables them to appreciate tilings—it is a good light for a man. ” “Aud a useless one for a woman,” answered Arbuscula, with a sudden change of tone. “It’s like tho poop light which shows the foam upon the reef that has just torn tho poor ship’s side out—much good, when tho masts are going by the hoard.” She gathered tho letters together. Whatever had been her purpose in com ing, I could see her grasp upon it was gone. Catching at that moment tho re flection of iny own face in a mirror op posite, I was so ill pleased by tho sight that I stole down stairs, hearing another hacking laugh aud the tinkle of a bell as I went. I returned to tho garden and com menced to patiently dig up the border. Presently Edith came out also with an anuful of plants she began to sort, sing ing a cradle song I much admired tho while. I went over to her. “I got those car nations up,” I said, “but for the life ol mo I can’t say which is which!” She ran to tho border. “Ah, you took far too much trouble, dear,” she said softly. “And after all your labor too! I’m so sorry!” She pressed my arm, aud tho touch covered moro than the words. “But the line was not straight,”! answered, averting my eyes. “We’ll draw a straighter one now, you aud I,” she whispered. I passed my arm around her waist and kissed her. Sho put both her own around my neck. “My wife!” said I. “You old goose,” sho whispered, bit ing my ear, “I saw you all the time!” —Black and White. HI* Jug* In Trnniilt. “Tho other day I was coming cast on the Baltina re aud Ohio railroad,” said Mr. H. T. Towns of New York. “In | the parlor car iu which 1 traveled were a couple of hilarious New Yorkers, who were spending their money for chani- I pagne, or at least oneef them was, with a liberality that was nigh akin to reck lessness. Tho number of quart bottles that they consumed was startling, aud every time tho colon d attt nduut brought iu a fresh bottlo he was presented with a $1 note. Whenever tho contents of one were pretty nearly gone tho elder of the bacchanalians shouted out to tho waiter, ‘Who told you to step bringing in v ine?’ “But along to war i, evening tbo sup ply ran out, much tcrHbu disgust of the pair, and they had to Lo content with high balls, cocktails and other plebeian drinks. These were sufficient, however, to keep up their spirits, and later in the night I could hear them yelling for another round. “Ihe next day tho conductor of tho train to’.d mo that this couplo had been riding up aud down the road for nearly a week and .hat they hadn’t drawn a sober breath in all that while. It seem ed that it was tho odd way taken by the senior member to indulge in a spree. Ho took tbo*youngei man along merely for company aud footed all tho bills. About once a year tho notion took him to go off on a tear, aud, net wishing to indulge in inebriation at home, lie couldn’t think of as good a scheme as riding continuously ou a trunk line, where there would be only strangers to wonder at bis dissipated behavior. Tho idea of picking a Pullman as tho the ater of a protracted jag struck me as de cidedly original.”—Washington Poet. tlorM-puwer, Watt, the great improver of the steam engiue, introduced into the vocabulary of machinists the term horsepower. When he first began the manufacture of steam engines, bo experienced much difficulty iu ascertaining from his dis tant customers what sized engine they required, and they were not less puzzled how to communicate to him the infor mation. He was frequently guided, however, by their mentioning tho num- b- r of horses which the engine ordered was designed to replace. Acting upon this hint, he ascertained by experiment that tbe very strongest of the Loudon brewers’ horses (animals of wonderful size and strength) could exert a force equivalent to raising 33,000 pounds one foot iu a minute. This force he called one horsepower, and adopted it as the etaudard iu regulating the size of steam engines. Now, not one horse iu 100 is able to exert that degree of strength. A steam engine of ten horsepower can, in reality, do the work of about 20 horses. —New York Ledger. Jade. Jade, tbe Chinese symbol of tho soul, is one of the most interesting minerals in tho world. It is possessed of peculiar interest to tbe mineralogist because of its unique mineral properties, to tbe chemist because of a dispute us to it* elementary conqKiHition, to the ethnolo gist because of its peculiar uses, to the archaeologist because of its strange as sociations with early history, to the poet because of its symbolic character in literature aud to tbe philosopher be cause of its association in tbo philosophy of the sages, with various virtues out of which grew the Chinese symbolism— the sonl Jade is best described by the famil iar name of pebble, of which it is the finest variety in respect of texture, the heaviest and tbe hardest known to the lapidary. It is susceptible of a high polish and is ao tenacious that it can be cut into the most intricate and fragile shapes. There are exceptional tints, bnt here jade may only be said to range in color from Ivory white to deep olive green. Among subetances known to the mineralogist it has no rival in thonnm* her of ite fascinations, and no apology, therefore, is offered for ranking it with precious stones.—Good Words. Omm Was. Nellie, aged 8, was ont walking with her father, bat she soon became tired, and he was obliged to carry her. “Is I vewy heavy, papa?” she asked, as he set her down a moment to rest “Indeed yon are,” be replied. “8ay, papa,” continued tbe little miss, “Isn’t yon dent awful tickled sat i ain’t twins?”—Exchange. Time Spent In ishiivinij. Think of tbo time lost iu shaving. Campbell, tho poet, calculated that a man who shaves himself every day and lives to tho age of 70 expends during his life as much time in the act of shav ing as would have sufficed for learning seven languages. Southey, commenting ou this, minuted himself, May 15, 1W10, during tha act of shaving, and be found tho time employed nine minutes. Ha neither hurried the operation nor linger ed about it. Listen now to William Cor bett concerning shaving: “As it may cost only about live minutes of time and may he and frequently is made to cost 30 or even 50 minutes and as only 15 minutes make about a fifty-eighth part of tho hours of our average daylight, this being the case, this is a matter of real importance. I once heard Sir John Sinclair ask Mr. Cochrane Johnstone whether he meant to have a son of his, then a little boy, taught Latin. ‘No,’ said Mr. Johnstone, ‘but I mean to do something a great deal better for him.’ ‘What is that?’ said Sir John. ‘Why,’ said tho other, ‘teach him to shave with cold water and without a glass.’”— Boston Journal. Lt-gciid of tho Toa Riant. Dharma, the ascetic priest, was tha son of a king of India. Ho went into China, and for the space of nine years he remained iu contemplation in a tem ple. Later he went to Japan, aud he died on Mount Katavka. He imposed upon himself, as tho first rule of his life, privation from sleep. One day, in dignant at falling asleep, ho cut off his eyelids and threw them away as miser able sinners. From tbo spot where the eyelids had fallen sprang up a bush which is tho tea plant, affording tbe perfumed beverage which chases away skiup.—Vick’s Magazine. An Lugliah Dozen. I Whe in a well known lampsbop with a fr.end the other day. He was seeking some of those stubby caudles of generous diameter which are used as night lights ia sickrooms. The price was 50 cents a box. “A dozen in a box?” he asked. "Ro, 11.” “But why not a dozen?” “Box Ln’t big enough,” said tho shopkeeper. ‘ But why don’t they make the box big enough?” asked my friend. “Because they’re English. ” That was all.—Time and the 4our. A Detective Agency. Sweet Girl—Pa, the house next door was robbed last night. Pa—Mercy! Next door! Sweet Girl—Yes, aud the burglars have been iu two or three houses ou this terraco within a week. Pa—I know it. I know it. It’s terri ble. But wbat can we do? Sweet Girl—I was thinking it might bo a good plan for Mr. Nicefellow and mo to sit up a few nights and watch for them.—Pearson’s Weekly. Tho DifiTorencc. Throe Centurion Itohiml Amcrfcniia. Several papers dealing with tho Penn sylvania coal regions appear in The Century. Henry Edward Rood, writing of “A Polyglot Community,” says: More than one-half the total number of immigrants into the United States are coming from Austria-Hungary, Italy, Poland aud Russia. While official sta tistics are not available, yet careful in vestigation leads to tbe belief that per haps 50 or 00 per cent of arrivals from the countries mentioned have had no regular occupation, while possibly 30 per cent may have been servants or la borers. Five years ago the Rev. Mr. Maujerie, himself an Italian, in com pany with tho writer made a tour of ob servation through tbe Lehigh region of Pennsylvania, and stated that in his opinion tho Italians working there were about three centuries behind Americans in their standards of living—that is, iu their ideas as to food, clothing, shelter, wages, work and genoral intelligence. Since that time there has been no im provement in tbe class of immigrants arriving at our ports. “I doan’ see no diffunce ’twix’ de man ’at wucks an de man ’at loafers,” said Deacon Johnson. “Dey haiu’t no diffunce speshul, ” re plied Deacon Jackson, “ ’ceptin dat dey calls de loafetin feller ‘kunnel. ’ ”—At lanta Journal. It is a remarkable fact that Burma differs from almost all other oriental countries iu the freedom accorded to its women. They stand in every way al most ou an equality with men. Girls share equally with boys in all inherit ance. Look! A Stitch in Time sav* nine. 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