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DROUTH. The hot sunflowers by the glaring piko Lift shields of sultry brass; the teasel tops, Pink-thorncd, advance with bristling spike on spike '.Against the furious sunlight. Field and copse Arc sick with summer; now, with breathless stops, The locusts cymbal; beat now grasshoppers Their castanets; and rolled in duBt, a i . team, Like some mean life lost in its sorry dream, 'An empty wagon rattles through the heat. .Where now the blue-streaked flags? tho flowers whose mouths Are moist and musky f where the sweet- . iimifc, That made tho brook-bonk hcrby? where ureaineu mint, Wild morning-glories, rich in hues, that hurt At coming showers that the rainbows tint? Where all the blossoms that the wildwood knows? The frail oxnlis hidden in its leaves; The Indian-pipe, pale as a soul that nit uuuuib grieves: The freckled touch-me-not, and forest rose. MISCONCEPTIONS. IIEODOHE VEL lan luul been out of England for more than thirty year s. Thirty odd years ago the set lie lived In had been Htin-th(1 iiml m vs. tlfled by his sudden lllght nud disap pearance. At that time his position here Imd seemed a singularly pleasant one. He was young ho was seven or eight and twenty; lie was fairly well off he had something like three thou sand a year, indeed; ho belonged to an excellent family, the Shropshire Vol lans of whom the titled head, Lord Vellan of Norshlngfleld, was Ills uncle; ho was good-looking, amiable, amuslug, popular, ami he had Just won a seat in tne House of Commons, (as tun lor member for Sholllngham), where, since lie was believed to be ambitious as well as clover, It was generally ex pected that he would go far. Then, quite suddenly, lie had re signed and left England. His motive for this unlikely course he explained to no one. To a few intimate friends he wrote brief letters of farewell. "I nm off for a journey round the world. I shall be gone an ludeilnlte time." Tho Indefinite time ended bv ilofln Ing It as upwards of thirty years, for tne llrst twenty of which only his so llcltor and his bankers could have given you his address and they wouldn't. For the last ten he was understood to be living In tho Island of Porto Itlco, and planting sugar. Mean while His uncle had died, and his pour la (his uncle's only son) had succeeded to the peerage. Hut the other day his' cousin, too, una died, and childless, so that tho estates and dignities had do volvcd unon himself. With that a ro turn to England became an obligation; there were a score of minor beneficia ries under his cousin's will whose lega cies could not without delay be paid unless tho new lord was at hand. Mrs. Sandyrl Kcmnton sat before tho fire In her wide, airy, aded drawing room and thought of Theodore Vellan of old days, and wondered what thn present Lord Vellnn would be like. She nau got a note from him that morn Ing, dispatched from Southampton the day before, announcing: "I shall bo in town to-morrow nt Bowden's Hotel, in Cork street," and asking when he might come to her. She had answered by telegraph: "Come and dine at eight to-night," to which he had wired back an ac ceptance. Thereupon she had told her son that ho must dine at his club; and now she was seated before her lire, waiting for Theodore Vellan to arrive, and think ing of thirty years ago. She was a bride then, and her hus band, her brother Paul and Theodore Vellan were bound In a league of ar dent young mannish friendship, a friendship that dated from the time when they had been undergraduates to gether at Oxford. She thought of the three handsome, happy, talented young men and of the brlllant futuro site had foreseen for each of them, her husband nt the bar, her brother In the church, and Vellan not In politics, she could never understand his political aspira tions, they seemed quite at odds with the rest of his character but In lltera ture, as a poet, for he wrote verse which she considered very unusual and pleasing. She thought of this, and then she remembered Unit her husband was dead, and that Theodore Vellan lud been dead to his world at all events for thirty years. Not one of them had In any way distinguished himself; not one had in any measure fulfilled the promise of his youth. Her memories were sweet nnd bitter; they made her heart glow and ache. Vellan, as she recalled him, had been before all things, gentle-wlth the gen tlest manners. Ills gentleness, n;ie told herself, was the chief element of his charm-hls gentleness which w,is really a phase of his modesty. "He was very gentle, he was very modest, ho was very graceful and kind," she said, and she remembered a banditti Instances of his gentleness, his mod esty, his kindness. Oh, but he was no milksop. Ho had plenty of spirit, plenty of fun. He was boyish, ho could romp. And at that tlmo a scene repeated Itself to her mind, a scene Dead! (lend! all dead beside the drouth burnt, brook. Shrouded in moss or in tho shriveled crass! Where- waved their bells, from which tho wtui-ucc shook The dew-drop once, gaunt, in a night marc mans. The rank weeds crowd; through which the cattle pass, Thirsty and lean, seeking some meagre spring, Closed in with thorns on which stray bits of wool The panting sheep have left, that sought t lie cool, From mom to evening dcarily wandering No bird is heard; no throat to whistle awake xjiu nitci( inisii, in ici, uh music icuu, Fresh, bubble-like, through bloom-roofs of The sleepy hush; to let its music leak, wit- urtiKe: Onlv the crnv-blue heron, famine-weak Searching the ntnlc pools of the mill nowiess creek, Utter its call; and then tho rain-crow too. False prophet now, croaks to the stag' Vtntit nit Itftllto (lit While overhead, still as if painted mere, A buzrnrd bangs, black on the burning in uc. -Madison Cawoin, in Harper's Magazine that had passed In this same drawing room more than thirty years ago. It was tea time, and on the ton tnliln Inv a dish of pearl biscuits, and she and her husband and Vellan were alone. Her husband took a handful of pearl biscuits and tossed them one by one In the air, while Vellan threw back his head and caught them In his mouth as they came down this was one of his accomplishments. She smiled as she remembered It, but nt the same time she put her handkerchief to her eyes. "Why did ho go away? What could It have been?" she wondered, her old bewilderment at his conduct, her whole belni; lonclmr to comnrehond It. ro vlvlug with something of the old, old iorce. coniu it nave been ? Could It have been 1 And nn old miess. mi old theory, one she hnd never spoken to anybody, but had pondered much In suence, again presented itself lnterrog ativcly to her mind. The door opened; the butler mumbled a name, and she saw a tall, white haired, pale old man smiling at her and holding out his hands. It took her a little while to realize who It was. With an unthlnklntr disallowance for tho no tlon of time, she had been expecting a young iouow ot eight and twenty, nrown-nairea and ruddy. Perhaps he. on his side, was nnr. prised a little by meeting a middle- agea may in a cap. After dinner he would not lot her leave him, but returned with her to tho drawing room, and she said that he might smoke, lie smoked odd little Cuban cigarettes, whereof tho odor was delicate and aromatic. They had talked of everything, then had Inin-liotl unri sighed over their ancient Joys and Bor rows, we Know melancholy wanders hand In hand. She had cried a little when her husband and her lirntimr wore first spoken of, but at some comic reminiscence of them a moment nftnr wards she was smiling through her tears. "Do you remember so and so?" nnd "What has become of suoh n nnv were the types of questions they asked uncn owiqr, conjuring up old friends nud enemies like chosts Ollt" flf flirt past. Incidentally ho described Porto mco anu its natives and Its Spaniards, its climate, its fauna and its llora. In the drawing room they sat on opposite sides of the flro mill won. ui. lont for a bit. Prolltlng by the permis sion she had elven him. ho duced one of his Cuban cigaretles, openea it nt its ends, unrolled It. rolled it up again, and lit It. 'Now the time hns oom, for tell mo what I most want to know," she said. "What Is It?" "Why you went away." "Oh!" he murmured. She waited a minute. Then "Tell mo," she urged. "Do you remember Mnrv ivnnnv h asked. She glanced at him suddenly nn it startled. 'Wnry'Isona? Yes, of course." "Well, I was In love with her." "You were In love with Mary Isona?" "I was verv muoli In i,iu. win, - -- -" ' w I have never got over It, I'm nfraid." ne gazed fixedly at the lire. Her lips were comnresKoil. Kin. der girl in a plain black frock, with a sensitive pale face, luminous, sad, dark eyes, and a mass of dark, waving hair -.Mary Isona of Italian parental, a little music teacher whoso only rein- nun io me world Theodore Vell&n lived In was nrofesslonni. Kim f11 IDA Into It for mi hour or two at a time now ana then, to play or to give a music lcssou. "Yes," he renoatoil. "r wna i,. with her. I have never lieen In love with any other woman. It seems ri diculous for an old man to say It, but I am In love with her still. An old man? Are wo ever really old? Our body grows old. our iHn irno ,..i.u but the spirit, the heart? Tho thing van w Aiiynow, not a day, not an hour punkcs. but I think i r long for her, I mourn for her. You Knew you knew what sin. n you remember her nliiyim-v u' , . i.n nun- derful eyes? Her beautiful pale face? Atlll llnW 41,,, l,nl. . . ...... .. .,,, K,i.,v mouiui the forehead? And her tallc, her voice, her Intelligence! Her tllHtc. hni I In literature, In art-It was tho lluest i ever met." "Yes, yes. yes," Sirs. Kempton said slowly. "She was a rare woman. I knew her Intimately better than any one else. I think. I knew all the un happy circumstances of her lift? her horrid, vulgar mother: her noor dreamy, luetllclent father; their pover ty; how hnril sho linil In work. You were in love with her. Why didn't you marry her?" "She wouldn't have hnd me." "Did you nsk her?" "No. It was needless. It went with out saying." "You can never tell. You ought to have asked her." "It was on the tip of my tongue, of course, to do so a hundred Union My life was passed In torturing myself with the question whether I had any chance. In honlnir and fenrlmr. lint ns often as I found myself alone with her I knew It was hopeless. Her manner to mo Is one of frank friendliness There was no mistaking It. She never thotluht of lovlllL' mo!" "You wero wrong not to nsk her. One never can be sure. Oh, why didn't you ask her?" Ills old friend spoke with trrcat feellnir. Ho looked at her surnrifiod nnd oarer. "Do you really think she might have cared for mo? "Oh. you oucht to have told her. ought to have asked her," she repeated. "Well now you know why I went away." "Yes." "When I heard of her her her death" he could not bring himself to say her suicide "there was nothing else for me to do. It was so hideous, so unutterable. To go on with my old life, in the old place, among the old people, was quite Impossible. I wnnt- ed to follow her, to do whnt she hnd done. The only nlternntlve was to fly as tar from Kugluud, ns far from my sell, as I could." "toometimes," Mrs. Kempton con resseu uy-nnd-uy, "sometimes I won dered whether, possibly, your disap pearance could have had anv snob con nectlon with Mary's death It followed it so Immediately. I wondered some times whether, perhaps, you had cared for her. But I couldn't hollow It it was only because tho two things hap pened one upon the other. Oh, win didn't you tell her? It Is dreadful. dreadful! ' When he left her she still sat for little while before tho fire. "Life Is a chance to make mlstnkoH a chance to make mistakes. Life Is n chance to make mistakes." ii was a parage sue had met in n bool; sho was rcadhur the othor ilnv. Then she had smiled at It; now It rang in her ears like the voice of a mock Inir demon. "Yes, a chance to make mlstnkos." she said, half aloud. She rose and went to her desk. nn. locked a drawer, and turned over Its contents, and took out n lottnr fill ntfl letter, for the paper was yellow and uie inis was faded. She came back to the fireside, unfolded the letter, and reaa it. It covered six uncos nf unto paper, In a small feminine hand. It was a letter Mary Isona had written to her, Mariraret Kcmnton. tho tiluht i.. fore she died, more than thirty years iiKo. Mile writer recounted tho mni harsh clrcumstnnces of hor lifn i,,t they would nil have been bearable, she said, save for one great and terrible secret. Sho had fallen In lnvo with a man who was scarcely conscious of ncr existence; she. a little obscure Ital Ian music teacher, had fallen In love with Theodore Vellan. It W11H flu If she had fallen In love with nn inhni.it. ant or another planet; the worlds thov respectively belonced to worn f fi p apart. She loved hlm-she loved him -ntui sho knew her love was hopeless and sho could not bear It. Oil. VOflt uhn met him sometimes hero and there, at nouses wuero sno wont to play, and to give lessons. He was civil to her, ho was more than civil tin wna ... uiikcu io ner about lltorntnm o.i music. "Ho is so contlo. hut ho never thought of mo as a wotn- mi-n woman who could love, who could bo loved. Whv tho moth falls In love with the stnr. tho moth must suffer . . . . i nm cowardly; I nm weak: I am will; but I have more than I can bear. Life Is too hard-too hard. To-morrow Blln11 be dead. You will hn thn person to know whv i iihwi n...'i will keep my secret." on. the pity of it tho nlto nt Ifl" murmured Mrs. Knmntn,, m whether I ought to have' Bhown him iury h icttcr r-wavcrlcy Magazine. Uernard's Inglorious Game UnB, In Telcmarken lust Htllnmn. n .nn. turned up one dnv with thn ii .... mains of a vixen and two cubs which iu imu sunn the previous evening on the mountalnsidu nonrhv w .... "J J 441411 tlU' cuiontally cliitncod during tho absence of the owner, nud mm patiently waited for her return Eventually that oxeollont fnmii., vlder made her appearance, bringing with her eleven small enper callzle, onu full-grown hen and n chickens and tho mouse wero packed ... ibwi uie wings of the gray hen, up oi winch she held lit her mouth. The Field. Itollglou. Hecta In Kiialan.l. England has lnntlons and sects, probably more than .'IO altogether, and the numes of some nre nmuslinr. Out of n tint nm i hnve collected these: Glassltos. fiin. brook Army, Glory Band, King .Tosub'h Army, Open BimtlBts. Onon iti Particular Baptists, Peculiar Poop;, Hauters, Itecreatlve Religionists, Ita tlonal Christians, Haiideninnlans, Wor shipers of (Jod, .Benevolent Method Ists, Bunyan Bnptlsts, Countess mt Huntlngdon'H Connexion, Ecclesia of the Meslah, Followers of tho t, i n Free Grace Gospel Chrlstians.-Ncw xork Press. The young King of Spnln does not piny golf. This, by tho way, In the only news of consequence thnt has come from Spain In a long time. Cotton may no longer be king, but It is still a princely product. Our ex ports ot unmanufactured cotton last year amounted to more thnn $240,000, 000. The Into census proves thnt the Unl ted' States contains a greater number of cities with a population of over 1,000,000 Inhabitants thnn nny other country except Chlnn. A Colorado man employed In Uie public service blew out his brains when recently promoted because he feared he was not equal to the duties of the position. Modesty 1h always fatal to olllce-holdlng. The bnttleshlr Alnbnmn Is fully up to the stnndnrd of the contrnct for her construction, nnd so far beyond It as to have earned the title of "Queen ot the Navy" from those who are fond of bestowing titles on tompornry favor ltes. One of the curious philanthropic or ganlzatlons of London Is known as the spectacles mission. It was found ed over ten years ago. Its object Is to provide poor working people suffering from defective sight with eyeglasses Last yenr more thnn n thousand spec taclcs wero given away by tho mis slon. Good for Spain 1 Tho old kingdom Is taking n stop ahead of all tho other Powers. Sho announces that begin ulng with Jnnuary 1, 1001, the hours will bo counted from one to twenty four, Instead of In two divisions of twelve hours. It is tho simple and sensible plan and ought to be adopted by all sensible nations. Ileceut Inquiries nmong circulating libraries In England show that Dick ens continues In ns great demand ns over. Thackeray'B fame, It Is said, Is extending more broadly among the lit erary classes, but Dickens retains the heart of tho general public. The writ ers of the day como and go, but year luandyear out Dickens Is the stand-by Olive Sclu-Jlner says that tho chll dren of the Beers carry away all the Intellectual honors In South Africa. They 1111 the schools and benr off the prizes. They are tho lawgivers, tho mnglstrntes, the successful barristers, the able doctors, and she attributes It to the fact that thaso Dutch Africans come of nn exceptionally able stock, which for several generations lay fal low, drawing strength from the soil, and not exposed to the devitalizing in llueuce of cities. Three hunured plans' were submitted in an architects' competition In Now York City for model tenement houses, and tho llrst prize plnu Is to bo practi cally used at once. The uow build lugs will bo lire-proof throughout and will occupy seventy per cent, of tho ground space, leaving thirty per cent. for light and air. In each room a win dow will open Into tho outer air, and ench npartment will bo connected with private hall and baths, plny-grounds, clothes-drying chambers and storago rooms. It Is calculated that a rental of $1 a week per room will give Batls factory profit. Itcccnt statistics Hhow that tho ma chinery In tho mills nnd factories of Great Britain Is capable of doing tho work of 700,000,000 men more than all the adult population of tho world. The machinery in the United States doeB tho work of n billion hands. The single State of Massachusetts has ma chinery vnough to do tho work of 50,- 000,000 men. On an nverneo SOO.OOO men, with tho aid of machinery, now do tho work which required 10,000,000 men under the old system of universal hand work. The Increased output has been absorbed by the vastly Increased consumption of all kinds of mnnufne tured products consequent on tho great reduction In cost. When you come to think of It tho shirt wnlst thnt supposedly newest of now thlngs-ls not essentially novel, states tho Dry Goods Economist. Garibaldi, the Italian liberator, won fame as much by discarding tho coat as by his military achievements. In tho (50'b, when swallow-tail coats and high stocks Htlll formed part of tho universal garb of a gentleman, no man In civic life dreamed of following tho example Bet, but the famous red shirt, modified Into a garment closely resem bllng tho flannel shirt waist of to-day. was taken up by the women with avid ity. Indeed, tho "Garibaldi" became the rage, and thousands learned the naino from tho garment who knew iiothlug of the man. CIVILIZING ALASKA. What Our Itnrrnu nt Kittirntlon In Do Inc Kor thn Nntlrcf, Dr. W. T. Harris writes as follows In Alnslec's Magnzlne: "In Alaska tho entire work of education Is under the direction of tho United States Bureau of Education. "Alaska Is a big rock, covering -100, 000 square tulles, that Is covered with moss In the most barren places. It Is the kind of moss that tho reindeer eat Tho human being enn live on moss, nlso, but It Is better to have the rein deer eat the moss nnd provide mnn with meat and milk. "In the work of education In Alaska tho object has been to prepare the nn fives to tnke up the Industries nnd modes of life ot the Stntes. and to In duce them to discontinue their ancient tribal customs. It had been obvious from tho beginning of the Govern input subsidies In 1SA"-8n that then should be not only education In the elementary English branches, but also a training In the employments of civilized life. Krom the tlrst nt nil the missions estnbllshed by different religious denominations there was In structlon In cooking, housekeeping nnd clothes-making. Then followed more careful education In the trades of ear penterlug, blaeksmlthlug and flhnc making, under the direction of the Bu reatt of Education, which subsidized for this purpose the Presbyterian In dustrlnl School nt Sitka. It wns be lleved thnt If the nntlves of Alnskn could be tnught to use the English language, bo brought under Christ Inn Influence, by the mlsslonnrlos and be trained In suitable forms of Industry, the Increasing white population of Alaska, composed of Immigrants from the States, would be able to employ them In mining, transportation and the production of food. It was found, however, that In order to reach the thousnnds of primitive Inhabitants of Alaska, something entirely out of the ordinary In edueatlonnl methods must servo ns a beginning. The Idea of In troducing herds of reindeer nnd of persuading the natives to care for them was llrst considered In 1S1H Tills plan was suggested by Dr. Shel don Jackson anjl Captiiln Henly. of the United States revenue cutter Bear Forty thousand natives engaged In reindeer herding and transportation would not only bo brought a step fur thor toward civilization, but would furnish the contlmreiit needed to make possible tho mining Industry. After four years of experiments It became certain that this project would prove a success." How Ho WiiUpk lip tho Trnmpi. The policeman who makes the round of Madison Square Park early In tho morning hns a duty he rather enjoys. It Is to wake up the tramps and loiter ers who sleep on the benches "between rounds." He has employed several methods of arousing tho sleepers. Ono of the favorite wayH was to walk close to the benches and tied on their toes Another was to rap on their hats with his club. The latest and most ap proved plan, affording more amuse ment to the sturdy cop than to the unhappy tramp, Is to hold a small hot- tlo of ammonia under their noses as ho passes by In tho early dawn. This wakes them up quickly, and most ef fectively, and the bewildered expres sion on tho face of the suddenly aroused sleeper Is a real ray of sun shine to lighten the, way of the police man through a day of hard work, such ns conversing with nurseinnlds, entlng npples and peanuts from the Italians' push carts and felling small boys to g'wan." New York Mall and Express. A Skillful IIobiI llullilnr. There lives near my home," said n resident of Iloekland, Me., "a man named Edwin Mclntyre, who lends n hermit life nnd has a nuccr bobbv. Ono of tho prettiest and best kept pieces of road In Maine passes In front of his lonely retreat. It has been built by Mr. Mclntyre, who for the last twenty flvo years has, when not otherwlso en gaged, employed his time picking up rocks and stones near his homo nnd pounding them Into pebbles, which ho hns put In tho highway. In twenty- live years' time he estimates thnt he hns pounded 050,000 stones and mado them ready for road use. Tho town authorities, recognizing the vnlue of the work, have for sevifral years com pensated the man by giving htm his road tax. He claims that he has al ready placed on the road twenty cords of these manufactured stones. Other towns In Maine envy Rockland such a faithful and skilful road builder." Washington Star. A Cut Worth HhvIiii,'. J. C. Packard possesses a large mon grel cat that has an excellent prospect of becoming famous. The cat Is do- eloping Into an excellent watchdog. If the expression may be permitted. Sev eral times recently Btninirers havo leen prevented from going to the house by Tommy's hostile demonstra tions. The cat has a particularly bit ter dislike for peddlers, mil when any one of the description appears there Is an Immediate attack. Tho cat doesn't stop for prellinlnaries.but spits and snarls and growls and defies tho world to come on. From a command ing position on tho highest top of the porch ho Is master of tho sltuatlon.and the unwelcome, vlBltor Is glad to re treat. Just whnt the cnt would do under contrary circumstances Is tin- fiown; no ono has been bravo enough to find out. Santa Barbara Press. Miirhty Tip.. When a waiter in a San Francisco hotel was offered fl() a month, with board and lodgings to go Into house hold service In Honolulu, his answer was that ho could not afford tho hange, because his tips far exceeded tho proposed wages. Chicago Times-Herald. LOVE'S PLATFORM. What's the party? Call it Fate; Cupid in the candidate; Hymen is hi running mate; Love the balanco of tho ulato. This our platform we deplore Any linden lover's war; Annexationists arc we, ' Hearts united, our decree. As for syndicates we must Say monopolies are just. For each lover will declare That exclusive love is Inir. Yet in summer scn-shorc plan Sixteen maids to every man, . Hut we change tho ratio, At the falling of the snow. Open door and open gate, Friendly Pa, we advocate; Monro - Doctrine? Yes, we mean, 1'nrents shoiihl not intervene. Cast vour votes without delay, Polls are open every day, Open early, open lan. Conm elect nur candidate. -Carl V. W. llrgcrt, in tho Hook World. PITH AND POINT. Mrs. Muggins "My hiisbntid Is gcN ting closer every day." Mrs. Bugglns "Yes; I've noticed you never lot him get out of your sight." She "lie stole a kiss." IIc-"DId he? 1 suppose you wem't looking?" She "Oh. yes I was, and I made hint put It buck right away." Father (sternly) "I hear yon wero kept tit after school." Son-"It was n mistake." "It was, eh?" "Yes; 1 iiiade a mistake In my lessons." "I suppose," snld the pool's frlonil, "you seek the plaudits of posterity?" "No," replied tho practical poet; "Pin simply after contemporary cash." .Midge "How old are you?" Fair Witness "Weller. l'm-er- I'm-" .Midge-"Hot tor hurry, nindam. Every minute's delay makes It worse." "Did you knock when you enmc to-night?" nsurii sue, With a hhmli. the nlv little thin. "I did; lut why do you MkV said he, "Oh, 1 thought you canie with a ring." I'ick Ale Up. Teacher (of English history) "So King John had the young princes con fined in the tower? What became of them?" Willie-" Why, or I guess they're dead by this time." A man ami liin bride by the parson wero IICII, And when thn lici'fnrmnnm vvna lnnn Ilu examined his fee then "Alan!" ex claimed he, "I add one to one and make oncl" Philadelphia Press. "It begins to look ns though Jones were on the verge of (Itiiiiielnl em barrassment." "Why, ho and his wlfo appear more and more prosperous every day." "Exnctly; that's always the llrst sign." 'Say," remarked the pug, "that bull. dog's awful savage, ain't he?" "You bet," replied the comical fo.v terrier; "why he chased a tramp yestorday.and he got so mad because he couldn't catch him that ho bit a piece out of his own pants," Ilonx "He bolloves In an eyo for an eye." Jonx "I didn't think ho was so vindictive." Hoax "Ho Isn't. U'h merely a matter of vanity. He lost one of those he was born with, so ho bought a glass one." Fnthcr-"I think you'd better send that young man about his business. He doesn't seem to mo to be very steady." Daughter "Why, father, ho calls every night but Saturday. Ho couldn't be much steadier than that." On tho KiIro of nn Abyss. In the second concluding chapter of his notes on tho lliuidnnii expedition A Summer Holiday In Boring Sea" John Burroughs, describes In the Century a more or less thrilling experi ence on the Island of St. Matthew. The highest point of tho Island was enveloped most of tho time In fog and cloud. While groping hla way upon one of these level summits, probably fifteen hundred foot above the sea which Hawed at Its base, I came sud denly upon a deep cleft, or chasm. which opened In tho moss and (low ers at. my feot and led down between crumbling rocky walls at n fearful Incline to the beach. It gavo ono n sense of peril that mado him pauso quickly. The wraiths of fog and mist whirling through nnd over It en hanced Its dreadful mystery and depth. Yet I hovered about It, re treating and returning, qulto fasci nated by the contrast between tho smooth, flowery carpet upon which I stood and the terrible yawning chasm. When the fog lifted a little and tho sun gleamed out, I looked down thin groovo Into tho ocean, and Tonnyson'M lino in "Tho Eagle" came to mind ns accun.:ely descriptive of tho scene: The wrinkled sea beneath him crawlH. Another curious effect wns tho bottom of the sen visible a long way out from shore. The water seemed suddenly to become shallow; or elso to take on a strange transparency; the color and conformation of tho rocky floor wero surprisingly distinct. ThiicUeruy itinl thn Hugnr Mniilns, Apropos of tho lapses of writers there Is one by Thackeray, to which I have never seen any allusion, In the fifty second chapter of tho "Vir ginians," George Warrington, in toll ing of his escape from Fort buquesnc, says: "Now, the loaves wore begin ning to lie tinted with tho magnificent hues of our autumn. At this time of year the hunters who live In the mountains get their sugar from tho maples. We came upon more thnn one such family camping near their trees by the mountain streams." I was born In Vermont, and when, In my early youth, I struck tho passage, my head reeled for a good long time. Boston Transcript. The Moit MiiKiiinrnnt Tomb. ' The must magnlllceiit tomb In tho world Is deemed to bo tho Palace Temple of Karnak, occupying an arcn of nine acres, or twice that of St. Peter's at Koine. The temple spaco In a poet's dream of gigantic columns, beautiful courts, and wondrous 'i inies of sphinxes.