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THE DARLINGTON HERALD VOL. I DARLINGTON, S. C., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 11, 1891. NO. 27. India and Ceylon are increasing their production of tea to such an extent that '.t is expected that they will furnish seventy-five per cent, of the amount con* turned in Great Britain this year. China is a great sufferer from this change. A correspondent writing to the Atlanta Contiitution from Pensacola, Fla., says that the yearly consumption of timber is lomethingappalling. There is little left on the water courses, and logging rail, roads are pushed into the interior to sup ply tho demand. Old lumbermen say that in twenty years there will not be a tree left. ( A cynical Italian journalist has heel lelling his countrymen how to maka (heir fortunes. All they have to do, ha <ays, is to go to America, work as labor ers until they have saved $100 or $500, and then return to Italy, buy a title and again go to America and marry an heiress! ! The Minister of Instruction in Bavaria is giving much consideration to the mode of writing adopted by the students in the ichools. Instantaneous photography has been used to obtain illustrations of dif ferent methods, and Von Muller, the Minister, has taken a course in writing In order to correctly inform himself. Athletic young ladies are coming to the front again, announces the Boston Tranicript, and muscular development is quite the rage among fashionable girls . This has a very threatening aspect. A future generation of powerful mothers- In-law is something which cannot be 't:cored at. Adding the first figure to the second in 1891 gives us the third, and substract- ing the fourth from the third gives us the second. And If we add all the fig ures we get the number of the century. “These interesting facts ought to mean something,” comments the New Tork Tribune, “but we haven’t time to find •at just what.” All accounts from British India concur * in stating, notes the Philadelphia Record,, that the rapid extension of railroads and telegraphs is working prodigious social changes in that country. At last the Hindoos are shaking off their supersti tions, their sloth and their inveterate system of caste, and are preparing to enter on a new civilization. The amount of money paid by Great Britain for meat from foreign countries has been increased of late years. In 1889 it was larger than it had been in any other corresponding period. But in 1890 the amount of tho preceding year was far exceeded. Up to December the amount paid in excess of that of the first eleven months of 1889 was nearly $15,- 000,000. Some idea of the immense transporta tion facilities of the United States can be gained by the fact that the Baldwin Locomotive Works in Philadelphia turned out on an average three locomo tives per day during last year. These engines are worth $18,000 each,-and represent the output of but one among a •core of prominent shops, a very small percentage of the machines manufactured going to foreign countries. Large families are at a premium in Quebec, Canada. In that province, chronicles the Chicago Herald, the happy father of a family of twelve living chil dren is entitled to 100 acres of crown land and 1009 heads of families last year satisfied the Governmcnc that they had complied with the necessary conditions and were rewarded accordingly. Evi dently Malthusian bogies are at a dir- Uount in the province of old Quebec. | „ “Real estate,” said ^Washington man, to the Man About Town of the New York Star, “is about the poorest thing you can own if you want to realize on it in a hurry. I own several houses in Washing ton, but lost week I wanted to raise $5000 for especial purpose. Not a money lender in Washington could I find who would advance me the money on this security, and had I been forced to sell could not have realized one-quarter of the money I had actually invested. Yet according to all the calcu’ations of real- estate men my houses are worth from twenty to thirty per cent, more than 1 paid for them.” What the world needs to-day is not more medicine, but less of it. Not new methods of shutting out sunlight and the only true elixir of life, but more pure air to breathe, pure water to drink, pure food to eat, less overwork and overworry, mure rational methods of labor with many toilers with brain and hand, more whole some exercise and a calmer, more cheer ful frame of mind. Tens of thousands die before their time through consuming fear of unseen and purely imaginary foes, and other tens of thousands through false teaching, the influence of false ideas, and, in consequence, of senseless violation of nature’s plainest laws. Instead of losing oar grip on life, we of this generation ought to be getting a firmer hold. Oui boastful modem ways are pitifully weak and unreliable, asserts the Philadelphis Telegraph. It will take a hundred Kochi to lift us above the ever-swelling tide that is sweeping mankind so helplessly along toward the end of all things hu- THE TWO MYSTTRIES. We know what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still; The folded hands, the awful calm, the-cbeek so pale and chill. The lids that will not lift again, though we may call and cal). The strange white solitude<of peaceitbat set tles over all. We know what it means, dear, this desolate heart pain. The dread to take our daily way, and walk in it again,. We know not to what sphere the loved who leave us go. Nor why we’re left to wander stm, nor why we do not know. But this we know: our loved and’ lost, if they should come this day, Should come and ask us. What is life? not one of us could say. Life is a mystery as deep as death can ever be; Set oh, how sweet it is to us, this life we live and seel Then might they say, those vanished ones, and blessed is the thought. Bo de&th is sweet to us, beloved, though we may tell you naught. We may not tell it to the quick, this mystery of death, Se may not tell it if ye would, the mystery •f breath. The child that enters life comee not with knowledge or intent; Bo those who enter death must go as little children sent. Nothing is known, but I believe that God is overhead; And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead. —Mary Mapes Dodge, in Boston Transcript. CHATTY'S ESCAPE. It was a showery summer afternoon at Cedar Hall. Cedar Hall was well named. It was a square stone building, utterly devoid of srchitectural attraction, and completely bidden inTRinereal pine and cedar wood. In the ravine below brawled a noisy river, upon whose steep banks stood the ruinous walls of an old snuff mill, whose totting wheel had in its time piled up the {Uttering tower of Miss Bagg’s fortunes. For Miss Bagg was very rich. She lad long ago sold out the business, and fired here in the cedar woods like an old [airy with a golden wand, and her niece, Coraline Culver, lived with her. Coraline Culver was a very quiet per- km. Miss Bagg herself was not a great talker; and sometimes—as old Dorcas, the housekeeper, said—it did seem as if i spell of sUence brooded over the whole place. “And I shall be awful glad,” said Dorcas, “when that other young lady tomes. Shan’t you be glad, Miss Cora- fine, dear, for a bit of fresh life about he place?” “I don’t know,” said CoraUnc. “I’m ised to aunty, you see.” That “other young lady” was quite a Sifferent person from soft-voiced Cora- fine. Her name was Charlotte Bagg— tailed “Chatty” for short—and she was the daughter of Miss Bagg’s only brother, snd she was sent here to the green gloom of Cedar Hall to get her out of the way of a’ penniless lover who had had the tudacity to make eyes at her. To 6oft-vpi'’od Coraline, it seemed as If the coming A this new element into the monotony of her daily life would create a new existence. When Chatty arrived—a brown- laired, hazel-eyed girl with very rosy cheeks, and a sort of exuberant vitality In everv look and motion—she eyed the old hall with surprise and disfavor. “A perfect old dungeon,” said she. •‘Why don’t Aunt Bagg cut down some of the trees? Why don’t she pull down that ghost-haunted old ruin by the river?” “I’m sorry you don’t like it,” said Hiss Bagg, compressing her lips. “Oh, I beg your pardon 1” said Chatty, coloring, “I didn’t know you heard. But the rooms do smell musty, you know!" In vain Coraline motioned the im pudent new-comer to silence. Chatty cither did not or would not understand the signals. “And the place could be made to look so pretty, you know," said she, “with a veranda all around it, and a wide strip of light and sunshine opened to the river, and—” “I was sixty last week,” said Miss Bagg, stiffening herself up, “and I am perhaps capable of managing my own affairs without the advice and counsel of others.” “Now I’ve done it I” said Chatty to herself. 1 ‘I’m always doing it 1 I some how seem to offend everybody I” Meek Coraline looked on in grieved amazement. In all her uneventful life she had never made so many blunders or given so much umbrage as Chatty did within twenty four hours. “Coraline,” said Chatty, in a stage whisper, alter she had been about a week •t Cedar Hall, “the parrot has flown out of the window.” “The parrot 1” “Yes. You see, I thought I’d feed him this morning and make friends with him, and the horrid beast nearly bit my finger off; and when I opened the cage door to cuff his ears soundly he just flew away.” “Oh, Chatty—and Aunt Bagg is so fond of the parrot!” “I know it!” sighed Chatty. “But we’ll put some corn on the window sill, and perhaps ho’ll come back. Oh, Cor aline, how crooked that picture of old Judge Bagg hangs 1 Wait half a minute; I’ll straighten it. I do hate to see things askew!” “Don’t, Chatty—don’t!” cried Cor- •line. “Because—” But Chatty, in her enthusiasm, paid no heed to Coraline's restraining words. Shu pulled up a big Gothic chair under the picture, and springing lightly upon it, gave the cumbrous gilded frame a twitch. The cord was nearly worn through by age and promptly gave way. Down came old Judge Bagg on the heads of his descendants, and over went Chatty, big chair and all. Aunt Bagg’s indignation was too deep j for words. Nevertheless she expressed herself verbally. “Th* meddling little minx I” cried she, “The canvas is clear slit through, and the chair is broken to splinters, and—” “I’m so sorry,” said Chatty. “I didn’t mean .any harm. Please to for give me!” Aunt Bagg glared at her. “I’ve a great mind," said she, “to lend you back to Albany.” Chatty clasped her hands appealingly. “Oh, please don’t!” said she. “I’ve written to Eric Townsend to come here ind see me!” “What!” cried Aunt Bagg. “They won’t let him into the house at lome, you know,” pleaded Chatty. “And I love him, and he loves me—” “Fiddlesticks!” almost shouted Aunt Bagg. “Love, indeed! I wonder you’re sot ashamed to talk in that way. If that young man presumes to come here, 3o shall be packed off ths premises quicker than lightning.” “Oh!” gasped Chatty, “you wouldn’t >eso cruel!” “You’ll see whether I will or not,” laid Miss Bagg, inexorably. Coraline looked on with a perturbed [ace. Did love always make so much trouble is this? Chatty was very pretty, and the had come into Cedar Hall like a sun- scam, but what a terrible commotion she was creating! “Then,” said Chatty, with an audacity ;hat turned Coraline's blood to ice, •‘you're a wicked, cruel old woman! And J won’t stay here any longer!" “Please yourself about that,” grimly ;cmarked Aunt Bagg. Chatty's small stock of self-control ioutd not endure further. She ran out Into the showers of tho sultry August Say. “Oh, aunty, call her backl" cried Coraline, who had the tenderest of ten der hearts. “Don’t you see how it is raining?” “It won’t hurt her,” said Aunt Bagg. “She has got her waterproof cloak on her arm. And she’s wise enough to run Into the old ruin, you see!” “Poor darling!” sighed Coraline. “Pert minx!” said Aunt Bagg. “Here tomes poor Polly through the rain— there’s one good thing. But my grand father’s picture is spoiled, and the old Gothic chair that belonged to my moth er’s ancestors is only fit for the wood-pile. Tea, let her run away, if that’s her no tion. I never want to see her again!” “But,” cried Coraline, “it isn’t wicked to be in love, is it?” Aunt Bagg turned away with a whisk of her skirts. “Come, Polly," said she—“come to your cage.” But as the time crept on and the storm {rew fiercer, Coraline’s heart quailed. “What will she do for her lunch, suntie?” said she, piteously. “When she gets starved out, she’ll come back, I suppose,” said Miss Bagg. All at once a jagged stream of livid lightning seemed to descend perpendicu larly into the'river; a thunderbolt, like in earnest of Jove’s wrath, crashed above them; there was a rumbling echo, a cloud of dry dust rising into tho air. Peter, tho man of all work, rushed in to the room. •‘I believe in my soul, ma’am,” said Peter, “the old mill is struck?” Aunt Bagg and Coraline stood looking it each other, then they both hurried out into the storm. “Chatty—my Cousin Chatty!" wailed Coraline. “The poor, pretty creature!” cried Miss Bagg. “And to think that I spoke io cross to her!” Peter’s prediction proved true. The walls of the old mill still stood, but the chimney had collapsed into a heap of ruins, from which the skirt of poor Chatty’s water pro: [ still fluttered. “So young!” cried Miss Bagg, wring- ing her hands—“so pretty! Oh, if I could undo the past, she should have her lover and everything she wanted! Get a ipade, Peter! Call the men! Let us re cover the—the body at once!” “Bless us and save us, ma’am,” said Peter, “if once we began to dig there, we’d soon have the whole place toppling around us! But I’ll go for the coroner, ma'am, if you please.” “That isn’t at all necessary, Peter,” said a sweet young voice, and Chatty herself sprang down from one of the hollow window casings, and running up to Miss Bagg, nearly suffocated her by the warmth of her embrace. “I’m not dead at all,” cried she, “and there's no use digging for mo! When it began to lighten so, I threw off my hat and cloak, and climbed up here to see how lovely the river looked in the blue gleams, and when the crash came, I was half-fright ened out of my wits. I could neither speak nor move until I saw you come in. Did you really mean it, Aunt Bagg? Can I have Eric? And may he come here? Oh, you are the sweetest, dearest, darling- est aunt in all the world?” After all, what could one refuse to a girl who, to all intents and purposes, was just risen from tho dead? Aunt Bagg felt the difficulties of her position and surrendered. Mr. Eric Townsend arrived the next day, and luckily chanced to find favor in Miss Bagg's eyes. She interested herself at once in getting a good position for him, as impecuniosity proved to be his worst failing, and Chatty declaiod that she was a guardian angel. “And now, my dear,” said Aunt Bagg to Coraline, “since your cousin is settled, it’s high time for me to be looking out for you. I don’t see why you shouldn't be married, too.” “I’m sure, aunt, I never thought of such a thing," said Caroline, blushing. “Then it’s high time you should be thinking,” said Miss Bagg. “One old maid is enough in the family.” And so contagious was Chatty’s ex ample that within the year pretty Cora line was married to the young minister of the nearest church. “Two responsibilities off my hands,” said Miss Bagg. “But it does seem rather lonesome here without them.”— Saturday Night. The Csmmeroe ef Central Africa. The trade of Central Africa is, so far, a poor affair. Its total value, Imports and exports combined, does not amount to more than ninety millions sterling. Of this only fifteen millions can be credited to Central Africa, that is, to about two-, thirds of tho whole continent. The total exports from all this area do not exceed in value eight millions sterling. What a wretched state of things this is for an old continent like Africa, may be real ized when it is remembered that the annual export of mineral oil alone from the United States comes to more than this, while Egypt exports cotton to about the same value. The truth is, Central Africa has nothing but her natural ani mal and vegetable products to offer to the trader, and in tropical countries these can never be of much value commercial ly. Thus the only commercial exhibit in the African Exhibition is ivory, and the value of ivory as an export from all Africa does not amount to more than a million annually. By and by even that will cease, for the elephant is going the way of the megatherium, the dodo, and the mammoth. North and South Africa have prospered mainly because the white settlers therein have cultivated the soil and reared cattle and sheep, and worked the minerals; and Central Africa will rise in commercial value only when the natives have learned from white men not merely to make the most of their ivory and their gums and their woods, and other natural products, but also to clear the ground of its rank vegetation and to plant such crops and rear such animals as will be useful in the commerce of the world. This will take much patience and time and trouble; meanwhile the char tered companies and other European organizations will, in their own interests and, it is to be hoped, in the interests of the natives, make the best use of what nature has provided of commercial valr —Scribner. A Cup af Chocolate. To the uninformed a cup of chocolate might well seem a modern luxury; that it is an ancient American beverage, the plant from which it is produced as indi genous to our continent as is the tea plant to China and the coffee plant to Arabia, will, without doubt, be a mat- ter of surprise to many. The Aztecs drank a beverage made from the seeds—or “beans,” as they arc now called—their method of preparing them for use being very much upon the same principle that is now used in the great modern manufactories. The first step in this procedure is the roasting of the bean. This loosens the shell, which becomes easily detachable from kernel, the part that is used. The roasted kernels are next ground. Upon the same flat stones upon which their maize was pulverized, the ancient Aztecs ground the roasted seeds of ths chocolate. In those days this delicate liquid was served in a chocolate vase, the chocolate mixed with water and certain spices being placed within it, and then beaten to a froth or foam by a mallet- like beater called a stirrer. It is said that the peculiar noise made by the brisk stin-ing gave it the name of chocolate—a word the noise is supposed to have re sembled. In those days the greater delicacy, cocoa, was altogether unknown. Thil last is made by extracting ths rich oil from the seeds which are roasted, ground and pressed to exude the oil. Th« pressed cakes are again ground, sifted, and are then ready for use. Chocolate and cocoa arc both nutri tious, palatable and harmless.—Dctroii Free Press. Linen is, and has long been, the staple of Belfast, Ireland, and many towns and villages near it. Of one place, Bally mena—some thirty miles off—it is said that more than $5,000,000 is there in vested annually in linen cloth. From Belfast last year more than $30,000,000 worth was exported. FARM ANO HOUSEHOLD. HOME SUPPLY OP HORSE RADISH. Considering how easily and cheaply it is grown, no farmer is excusable if he does not provide a beautiful home-grown supply of horse radish. A few roots, the trimmings from that sold in market, planted in any rich, deep soil, to the depth of ten or twelve inches,are enough to start with. In a year’s time these tiny roots will be swelled into large, suc culent root, extending to the surface of the ground, while beneath, and occasion- lily at the sides, will be some small •prangles that should be carefully saved for replanting. Too large a bed to dig entirely over in one season is not advis able, as after tho first year’s growth the root becomes woody and stringy. But the well-grown horse radish always commands a paying price in market, cither as roots or grated and put up in bottles, for which a ready sale can gen- rally bo depended upon.—Boston Culti vator. THE PIG’S TEETH. A pig’s age may be known by its teeth as well as the age of other animals. Its mode of dentition is as follows: It is born with four front teeth, one month afterward it gets four more, one in each side of the first pair in each jaw. At three months it has four more, which is all the front temporary teeth it has. At nine months the four outside teeth drop out and are replaced by permanent in cisors, and the others are replaced dur ing the next year. At three years the boar’s tusks appear; at four they begin to lift the lips; at five they are seen out side the lips; at six they project from the mouth, and after that they grow longer. After two years tho sow’s front teeth have a black ring around the base of them, and as the age increases the col or of the teeth deepens and they become worn. As pigs,however, are rarely kept over two years, this test gage is not of ten required. Of recent years, since pigs have been bred so as to mature more rapidly, the teeth may indicate, as with sheep and cattle, more age than the ani mals really have. A well-bred pig may have all its permanent front teeth at eighteen months, and this more rapid dentition has sometimes led to disputes as to the pig’s age.—New York Times. WARM THE DAIRY ROOM. Comfort in the dairy work-room is what every one who does the work of churning has a right to demand. Very much of the poor butter, made in the privare dairy, says the Jersey Bulletin, is due to the cold, damp and disagreeable condition of the dairy work-room; and many a woman can trace her broken health to cold taken in the dairy. There is never any excuse for such a condition, it is due always either to ignorance, par- simoniousness or pig-headedness, or per haps all combined. For a few dollars a small stove may be put up, with which, by the use of a basketful of cobs or chips, or a hod of coal, the dairy room may be made comfortable; the cream may be brought to the proper temperature; the churning finished and the churn and milk vessels scalded, and everything cleaned up in onc-half the time re quired where everything is cold and chilled. From an economical point of view alone, all such attentions to com fort pay a handsome profit. It is wise expenditure. More butter can be made and better butter will be made at less expenditure of time and labor, to say nothing of the health and ccmfort of the persons en gaged in the work. We trust if any one who reads this paragraph has neglected to make hit dairy work-room comfortable, that hi will consider himself personally appealed to; go at once and buy a dairy stove, and try to make amends for past sins of neglect. FARM AND GARDEN NOTES. Good highways indicate a good farm ing country and prosperous farmers. Where‘there is a smell of urine in a stable there is an escape of ammonia. There is but little real waste of food if the animal droppings are properly saved. The skunk is a grub eater. New York State protects her skunks by stat- ute. If in the woods this week, it will not be a bad idea if you cut some poles for beans. The snow covers many bad places in the roads, but they appear again in the spring. The red spider is best kept in check by free syringing or washing with a wet sponge. Save all the wood ashes possible. If no other place to use them, put them on the potato patch next spring. If possible young pigs should be kept in out of the cold rains; also from run ning in the grass that is wet from rain or dew. Many bowel troubles arise from such exposure. This is true of all young animals. Young and quickly-fed animals have more water and fat in their flesh, whil* older and well-fed animals hare Acs!) of a firmer touch and richer flavor, and arc richer in nitrogen. The former may be more delicate, the latter will bo more nutritious. Did you ever try this way of driving a oin? A corrMoondaut of the Itural New Yorker says that a hog which can noc oo coaxed, driven or pushed up an in- Slined chute into a wagon, can be made to back up very readily by holding a bushel basket over his head. One ounce of alum dissolved in one quart of water will be sufficient as a remedy against squash bugs and cucum ber beetles. It is also an effective remedy for the cabbage T'orms. It ihould be sprayed on the plants by means of a syringe with a tine rose nozzle. RECIPES. Cookies—One cup of butter, one egg, one and a half cups of sugar, one-half cup of sweet milk, one teaspoonful of »oda and flour to roll. Broiled Partridge—Cut open down the back, season with salt and poppet, lay on a well greased broiling iron and broil, turn until done on both sides. Put on a hot dish and pour melted butter over. Plain Sponge Cake—One cup of sugar, one cup of flour (a little more flour than sugar), two eggs, salt, one teaspoonful of extract of lemon, one teaspoonful of baking powder, live tablespoonfuls of hot water (not boiling). Add the hot water last, and bake half an hour. Steamed Celery—Wash two or three heads of crisp, white celery. Reserve the best parts, cut in pieces, sprinkle svith salt, add a lump prime butter, and place in the steamer in a dish suitable to servo it in. A few minutes before re moving from the fire add some rich cream. Celery cooked in this manner is regarded as one of the daintiest and most appetizing of celery dishes. Potato Salad—For potato salad sliced or chopped potatoes are generally used, but it is acceptable made in this way with mashed potatoes: For one quart of potatoes use one tablespoonful of grated onion, three tablespoonfuls melted but ter, six tablespoonful of vinegar, one tablespoonful of made mustard and salt and pepper to taste. This makes a nice lunch dish. German Coffee Cake—One quart milk, eight ounces sugar, eight ounces butter, a little salt, two ounces yeast, lemon flavor, flour, six eggs. Make a soft sponge of the milk, yeast and flour, let it rise. Then add the other ingredients make it a stiff dough, adding all flour re quired. Let rise again, then roll it out, put on a pan and let it rise again. Brush it with egg, springla sugar and chopped almonds on top and bake. The Big Trees ef California. The sequoias dominate among splen did rivals only by a magnitude that has no comparison elsewhere in the world. I think no one can anticipate the effect that one of these monarchs will have upon him. He has read that a coach and six can drive through one of the trees that is standing; that another is thirty- three feet in diameter, and that its vast stem, 350 feet high, is crowned with a mass of foliage that seems to brush against the sky. He might be prepared for a tower one hundred feet in circum ference, and even four hundred feet high, standing upon a level plain. But this living growth is quite another affair. Each tree is an individual, and has a personal character. No man can stand in the presence of one of these giants without a new sense of the age of the world and tho insignificant span of one human life; but he is also overpowered by a sense of some gigantic personality. It does not relieve him to think of this as the Methuselah of trees, or to call it by the name of some great poet or cap tain. Tho awe tho tree inspires is of it- !clf. As one lies and looks up at the enormous bulk, it seems not so much the bulk, so lightly is it carried, as the spirit of thor tree, tho clastic vigor, the pa tience, the endurance of storm and change, the confident might, and the soaring, almost contemptuous pride, that that overwhelm the puny spectator. It is just because man can measure himself, his littleness, his brevity of existence, with this growth out of the earth, that he is more personally impressed by it than he might be by the mere variation in the contour of the globe which is called a mountain. The imagination makes a plausible effort to comprehend It, and is foiled. No, clearly it is not mere size that impresses one; it is the dignity, the character in the tree, the au thority and power of antiquity. Side by side of these venerable forms are young sequoia, great trees themseves, that have only just begun their millen nial career—trees that will, if spared, perpetuate to remote ages this race of giants, and in two to four thousand years from now take the place of their great grandfathers, who are sinking under the weight of years, aud one by one measuring their length on the earth —Harper's Magatine. Body Servants of Supreme Justicss. Each of the justices of the United States Supreme Court is allotted a body aervant,whoispaidout of the contingent fund of the court. These servants re port promptly every morning at nine at the residences of the justices, whom they attend constantly during the day. They •have the justices, do their errands, and occasionally act as coachmen for them. Each justice is also furnished with a private Secretary.—Chicago Times. Danbury, Conn., produced 6,000,000 hate last year. CHILDREN’S COLUMN. LADIES’ COLUMN. PAPA'S VACCINATION. The family hail been vaccinated, Maurice ami Maud and Berta, I’apa and mamma and Baby Grace „ Who cried when the doctor hurt her. Afterwards, Berta heard queries passed Regarding the inflammation, Bo, politely, she asked papa, one night t "How’s your imagination!”’ —[Youth’s Companion. A CHURCH-GOING DOVE. A Brooklyn gentleman tolls this story: “While I was spending my va- cation in Massachusetts I wont with my daughter to tho village church. When the organist commenced to play my attention was attracted by tho flap, ping of wings, and on top of the or gan I saw a snow-white dove which seemed to take a great interest i:i tin music. Tho dove, known as ‘Clum sy,’ was owned by a farmer who lived at some distance from tho churoh. It attended service every Sunday, and often stayed and made its way into tho Sunday school room, where il would perch on the back of tho super intendent's chair. There it would sit, calm and demure, until tho singing was ended, when it would fly home.” A MAIL DOG ON HIS TRAVELS. As the mail train arrived at th< west-side station, Norwich, at 10.42 a. in., one day, recently, a good-sized Scotch terrier jumped from tho car and took his seat on the wagon of Mai) Carrier Kelley and started for ths postoffico. Ho was “Ownoy,” tht traveling dog of tho Albany, (N. Y.) postofflee. Ho is chcck-by-jowl with postal clerks and letter carriers every where and knows them by their uni form. Ho will follow no one else but representatives of tho postoffico de partment and will board no train bul a mail train, always entering the postal agent’s car. Clerk William McCord invited tho dog to take dinner with him and he accepted the invitation. II« left with the mails at 2.45 p. m., aud is now again on route. JIo has trav eled to most of the large cities of the country and spent some time in Mont real. He has lost one eye in a rail road collision. He never fails to re turn to his homo office.—[L’icayu::?. TOPSY, THE CAT MOTHER. One of the blackest cats I over saw was Topsy; and she was cute as she was black. When mice and rals were scarce around the house and in I he barn in which she lived she had r. novel way of letting people know “.at she was hungry. First, sho would find a small piece of wood and carry it in her mouth to her young mistress. After dropping it at her feet she usually made a pretence of eating it and then mew so piteously that food was soon forthcoming. One day Topsy became tho happy mother of five black kittens. They were born in a big empty feed box in the barn. Under her tender care they grow strong and thrived. Top- sy’s life was wrapped wp in them. When they became largo enough to partake of solid food sea brought suc culent, woe mice for them to oat, and each kitten got one daily. For ten days she pursued this prac tice, until people wondered where Topsy found so many tidbits for her darlings. Her fidelity to those little, black, animated bundles of fur was touching, and it was with a pang of regret that I learned one day that she had been robbed of her young. Singly and in pairs they were given away to admiring neighbors until none were left to receive tho ministrations of tho young mother. Still, with pa thetic regularity, sho continued to catch mice and bring them to tho big box. There sho dropped them in, one at a time, until each of tho absent kittens had been provided for. Topsy never seemed to doubt that they would return. Finally somebody nailed the box cover down and Topsy could not got inside, but for some days she visited tho spot and mowed most dismally. Then she seemed to become resigned to her loss and once more be came like her former self.—[New York Herald. REVIVAL OF NEEDLEWORK. Since drawn work and hemstitching have come so much into favor again, rusty talents for needlework arc polished up and unsuspected pleasure is di- overed at the point of the needle by many women older and younger, who knew it not. There are even gentlewomen among us— the good old word describes them best— who turn many sn honest penny em broidering doylies and making plain huckaback a source of (esthetic satisfac tion for their friends. One of these, whose bedspreads arc not less channing than her napkins, and whose tray-cloths are a pleasure to the eyes of women, does her work in a pretty drawing-room over- flowiug with delightful artistic things. She is one of those women under whose touch all things become good, graceful and lovely—a stiff drapery falls into soft folds, and a plain fruit napkin becomes q beautiful doyley.—Boston Transcript. GREAT CHANCE FOR OLD MAlbS. “There is a great chance for old maids in the Argentine Republic,” remarked Henri Bosquet, of Buenos Ayres, at the Richelieu, Chicago, recently, “There are about sixteen men to one woman there, and the unmarried males are more than anxious to secure wives. This'- is especially true of my city. When a ‘new woman,’ as we call the welcome arrival, comes to town, about fifty men make a wild effort to secure her. It is quite an interesting contest, and the one who captures the prize is looked upon as something of a hero. The local papers write columns about it, and about every body in the city turns out to the wed ding. It doesn’t matter much about tho woman’s age or looks; she is received with ope_ arms and married off in a jiffy to some real nice man. The woman will have about fifty good-looking suit ors to pick from, so sho need not be anxious about finding the kind ol a man she wants. The love-making doesn't last long, however. Three days is the usual limit.” Sir. Bosquet also spoke about tho delightful climate of his country, of the luxury everybody there enjoyed, and if what he says is true the Argentine Re public is an earthly paradise.—Neu Orleans Times-Democrat, Origin of “Boston.” At some exceedingly remote period of time there lived, near the site of tho old English town of Boston, a re nowned saint, named Botolph, over whose bones a stately church was built, which was for many ages tho resort of religious pilgrims. Tho town which gathered round tho tomb of St. Botolph was called Botolph’s town, and this name was shortened and rounded into Boston, as rough stouei by the action of the water are smoothed into pebbles.—[The Ledger. Thought Him Childless. Teacher—Remember, boys, Wash ington was the father of Ids country Bullet-head Johnny—Thought he never had any children!—[Epoch. The Inventor of the Lifeboat. It is not a century since the lifeboat was invented by Lionel Lukin, a nativo of Hythe, one of the Cinque ports. As yet no memorial of him exists excepting a tombstone over his grave, but it is now proposed to place a memorial window in the chancel of the Church ot Hythe, near which he lies buried. — Chicago Aeics. A CRAZE FOR PINK AND YELLOW. Pink and yellow are the colon of fashion’s realm this season—pink in en tertainment, yellow iudecoratiou. Thero are any number of piuk dinuers, lunebeous and teas. The meuu, the ices, the flowers, tho gowns are all of this sweet shade; there is a veritable cruzo for the color. Little lemou biscuit are threaded together with pink ribbons, bon-bons are done up iu pink satin, tho sorbet comes in pink glass and the ices are frozen in the shape of pink roses. Ball-rooms, dining-rooms and tea tables arc draped and decorated in yellow, green and white, or in gold and white alone. A fad is to drape a tea tabic with white and yellow gauze with lamps, candles and shades to match. Mrs. Ogden Mills’ ball-room, said to be the handsomest in New York City, is done in white and gold; the hall is of white marble, the stairs having a beautiful balustrade of bronze. Yellow gowns are very much worn, especially by blondes, who have at last learned that they look better in this color and in pink and scarlet than in the everlasting baby blues they have so long affected, and in which they appeared washed out and faded. Yellow velvet saucer hats, with loops and wings of black velvet, are very smart, and one young belle made a sen sation at the opera one night by appear ing in a gown of yellow gauze bordered with black cock’s loaXten.—Chicago Herald. FASHION NOTES. All the newest dresses have one flounce around the hem. Eye-brow brushes are among the nov elties of the toilet-table. It is going to be the fashion to W?9M " small bonnets at public entertainments. The coiffure worn with a large hat is either loosely knotted or twisted at the back. Shoulder knots of ribbon are added to all low necked gowns worn by young ladies. The meodists eschews flowers in mosl of her beautiful decorations just at th« moment, but the milliner is making great use of them. Dresses of cloth have the lower por tions of the skirt draped with silk oi velvet in festoon fashion, aud caught up with rostetes, bows or largo faucy but tons. The shell lorgnette has had its day, ami the substitute is an eight-inch strip of silver, exquisitely carved, with a monocle on one end and a mirror oa the other. Russian hoods, fur-trimmed and made of velvet or of plush, are very fetching and becoming. They make a very pretty setting to a young, fresh face, ami prove at the same time very comfortable aud convenient. Sleeves in some of tho spring dresses arc made in two fabrics of differing colors, one fasteuiug over the other. Short lengths In contrast can be used for those under sleeves and a vest of the same shade.