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( .'") p?.tlfjmotIi Journal C. IV. MIKliJIA.N. I'ublWhrr. rLA1T.sMOl"Ii. M'BILANSa SPRING TOKENS. I gazed from out the western pane. And sous-tit wit eaeer eyes Some token ot the coming spring Beneath the chill gray skies. I wondered if the stern old king, Who seemed so loth to go, Would only crows the tender spring With garlands made of snow ! But out upon the southern slopes A dark spot, here and there. Showed where the recent melting snows Had left the brown earth bare. The valley stream with swollen tide Had burst Its frozen chain. And rushed with turbid sullen force Beyond the gray-white plain. The maples swept their blushing top Against the evening sky, A ray of sunset glory told Of brightness by and by. And as I watched the azure mist That hung o'er vale and tree. From out the red'nlng maples rang A bluebird's minstrelsy. Thou sweet, sweet harbinger," I cried, VTlth blue sky on each wing. With hope f dialled of glad spring hours In all the songs ye sing:" Mrs. D. E. F. Horton, in Housekeeper. Vo?.v X W Lr a. I . i . HAT tswnatsne said to me; I remember it well." It was a man who spoke. He was talking to him self, for there was no one to listen to him. "This is vhat she said: "I could not forget you if I would; I love you too well. But listen: I call Heaven to witness that, come what may, I will be true to you forever. Ah, Douglas! how can you doubt me? " lie repeated these words twice in the tone of one who knew them by heart and yet feared he might forg-et them, and once more he whispered the last sentence: "1 will be true to you for ever, Douglas. Ah, how can you doubt mc?" -Why, I did not doubt her"' he went on. as though he answered some one who had spoken. "But Dora is so beautifuL Every man must love her, and 1 had no great opinion of myself. Why should I? And Frank Fenwick was so handsome; was rich as well, and always coming1 to the house, and the captain favored him. I could see that." Covering1 his eyes with his hands, Douglas Dearie could fancy himself once more in the parlor of Capt- Dar ling's quaint little cottage down beside the shore. He saw the deep bay window, in which a small telescope had been set bo that with it one could sweep the beach -and the boats and the billows beyond, with whatever craft miht be t:pon the water; the wainscoted wall and tlf-3 polished floor spread with the great Persian prayer-carpet the captain had brought from the orient. The panels were decorated with nautical views of all sorts. Ships In cal:is and storms; the launch of the Kitty Creainer; the wreck of the Stormy I'e irel; yachts at rest upon the water, the moon behind them and colored lights hung out; ships in full sail on mid-ocean. The little bookcases had polished brass handles to their doors. The great green parrot with red wings, and the great yellow parrot with evil eyes, swung in two golden cages in the window, flanked by tropical plants growing in Chinese jars. A wood fire burned in the brass grate, and the light from a tail brass lamp fell through a shade of rose-pink silk, puckered and plaited into the likeness of a great flower-cup. The hour had come when he must leave his little sweetheart. His arm was about her w-aist, her cheek upon his bosom. In that softened light her face seemed to him to wear an almost HER CHEEK UPON BIS BOSOM. uperhuman beauty. She was always ively and fresh and exquisite, but now ie looked like an angeL Suddenly he dt that he was altogether unworthy '. her, and he remembered how hand ime and winning Frank Fenwick was, id all his advantages, and how often i would be with Dora while her sailor as far away. "And, oh! will you ally be true to me?" he cried out; and ien she had taken that ?ow. lie was ways saying it over and over again, devout Catholics repeat their pray s: "I will be true to you forever, juglas. How tan you doubt m&7" ad once more, speaking as though in tology to some listener, he said aloud: Vhy, I did not doubt her! Biit, you e, 1 was going to leave hex for six month. P!x months great heaven! As near as 1 can reckon I've been away three years!" The horror of the present swept over him, blotting out the picture of the past on which he was gazing with the eyes of his souL lie looked up and saw before him only the billows of the ocean, over which lay the blue dome of the sky, and a staff from which flut tered a streamer of scarlet flannel a signal of distress that the wind had striven many a night to rend to tatters. How long it seemed since he, with two sailois, had been flung ashore like so much seaweed, and in the dawn had crouched miserably on the shore, watching the ocean as it swallowed the fragments of the wrecked steamer, and ignorant of the fate of the crowded boats that vanished from their sight vt the stormy midnight! A box And a cask or so were washed ashore. The island was not quite bar ren. But I could not tell you how they lived unless I had the space to write a new "Eobinson Crusoe." One of the sailors had died within two weeks, and the other Douglas Deane had lately buried in the sea. He was alone now, no human eye to meet his own, no human voice to an swer his. Do you ask what kept the flame of life and hope alive within him? I will tell you. Dora Darling's last words: "1 will be true to you forever, Douglas. How can you doubt me?" Locking at him, anyone would have aid It would be over soon. He was a mere skeleton a thing as terrible to look upon as any specter. The fatal drowsiness, against which he constantly fought, was stealing over him again even now, and he longed to lapse back into his dreams. But with a struggle he 6hook it off, stood up, looked to the east and saw only the sun, a ball of tire low upon the horizon; looked to the west and north and saw only sky meeting water; turned to the south and noted a thin black cloud. Was it a cloud? His heart began to beat as though it would rend his body in twain as he began to understand that it was no cloud at all, but the drift of black smoke from the tall pipes of a steamer that even as he gazed came up from that under world were ships hide themselves in inidocean. He grew blind, giddy. The joy al most killed him as he understood that they saw him that a boat had been sent out, that friendly hands grasped his, and that kind voices uttered words of comfort. A terror came upon him lest all this should be but the vision of a dream, and he only quite believed it true when actually on board the Nancy Hopper. His face washed, dressed in a suit of clothes, a world too wide to be sure, but still wholesome, decent garments, he sat a guest at the captain's table, drinking coffee oh, wonderful, deli cious beverage eating like a Christian with knife and fork, spinning his yarn to sympathizing ears he to whose la ments only the moaning ocean had re plied for so many days! In the midst of the taie of how the ship went down he suddenly paused, his eyes fixed on something that he alone could see. "And she," he said aloud, "she said: "I will be true to you forever, Douglas. How can you doubt me?'" Then be flushed scarlet. "I've got a habit of talking to myself, I'm afraid," he fal tered. But every sailor-man who heard him understood that he was thinking of his sweetheart. And he saw it in their eyes and was ashamed no longer. He had a shock, though, in the morning when waking in his berth, with white linen against his cheek in stead of the roughness of a rock, and limbs at ease that had wont to be cramped and chilled and aching. He lifted himself on his elbow and saw a strange, wild creature staring at him. It was like a skeleton, and the skin upon its bones was dark as that of an old negro. From the deep hollows or the eye-sockets glared red-rimmed eyes, and wild masses of hair fell over his shoulders and mingled with a beard that reached to his waist. Was the strange being some madman? Did it mean him harm? Then, with a groan, he sank back upon his pillow. He was only looking t himself in a mirror let into the cabin wall. Three years of such life as he had led had changed a full-cheeked, bright-eyed, well-groomed young man to this wild creature! For a little while he despaired; but tnere were scissors and razors to be had. The ship's barber took him in hand, and three meals a day did won ders. He got back his own looks won derfully during the voyage. But how long those few weeks seemed that yet kept him from his Dora Dar ling! And still, as he leaned over the side of the ship, sending his heart homeward, he whispered to himself: "I'll be true to you forever, Douglas. How can you doubt me?" At last the voyage was over, his thanks and adieus to his preservers ut tered. He had even reached the sea side village and the gate of the garden that surrounded Capt. Darling's house. It was evening. There was no moon, but the sky was studded with stars, and through the windows of the cot tage fell the lamplight. His heart was beating again as it had when he first caught sight of the smoke-drift upon the horizon, and instead of ringing the bell he stepped softly acrwss the porch and looked through a parlor window. There was the little room totally un changed, the glowing fire in the bright grate, the lamp in its pink shade, all the inanimate objects unaltered. But Dora where was she? A horrible fear i came into his mind. She must have believed h'm dead, and loving him as she did, grief might have killed her. As he stood, unable to move, not dar ing to ring the bell lest some ill news should greet him, a great leathern arm chair in which the captain took his naps after dinner, and which stood with its back to the window, moved a little, and from its depths arose a man. Not the captain a younger and more agile person al together; fresr and blooming, too, in the pink light, -with his blonde hair as smooth as satin. Frank Fenwick and no other! He had been reading a newspaper, and stretched his arms in a comfort able yawn. He was plainly quite aft his ease in that house. A flood of jealous wrath swept over Douglas Deane's heart, and he clinched his hands tightly. "She called Heaven to witness that she would b true to me!" he muttered. "How cao I doubt her?" But all the same he stood aside and watched the room. Frank Fen wick was waiting for Dora, he felt sure, and he intended to see bow they met. The next moment the door opened and Dora glided in Dora, paler and thinner than of yore, 'but lovely still. In her arms she carried a tiny babe. She smiled upon Frank Fen wick. not in the least as one does who greets a guest, and seemed to speak to him familiarly as she placed the infant in his arms, settling the embroidered shawl about its shoulders and shaking out its long white robe. He could not hear what they said, but Frank bent his head and kissed the little creature. It was a pretty family group, with but one meaning to the onlooker. With a groan Douglas Deane stag gered away from the window and out into the sandy road again. He reeled as he walked like a drunken man. "Oh! fool that I was to believe that woman could be constant!" he moaned. "But she called Heaven to witness that that " lie paused; it had be come impossible for him to utter those words on which he had existed for three long years. Why, he asked himself, had he not perished on that lonely island in the 6ea? Why had he lived to endure this misery? "But at least I can end it alL" Ml i SAW A STRANGE Wlr CREATCKE STAK ING AT HIM. he cried out in his madness alona there in the starlight on the sandy road where no one could see or listen to him. "I will rvturn to the ocean I who am not wanted by anyone on earth. It will be only one unknown drowned man the more. And Dora will never know." By that you can see that, wretched as he was, he still loved his love too well to wish that she should suffer. Full of his purpose, he walked on to ward ths beach. He knew just where the long, smooth slope would lead him down and out into the water, on until he was out of his depth. He would fill his pockets with stones that he might sink more surely. He did not dread the brief struggle. As for the sin of it, God would surely pardon one too miserable to live for dying, he thought. But one more look at the roof that sheltered her at the lighted window through which he had seen what had murdered his long-endured hope and he would say good-by to earth. He turned, and was aware that some one was striding toward hiro a long limbed man who moved swiftly and was beside him the next mwnent cry ing: "Great heaven! is it y-ou, then, Douglas Deane! I never expected to see you again in this world! Just now Dora pointed to the window and cried oat that she saw your spirit standing there, but as I do n't believe in ghosts, and don't like strange faces at thf panes, I followed you. Give me your hai'd, old boy. I'm glad to see you. But tins is rather a strange thing for you to do to people who have mourned you as they have in that house!" "Ah! she was sorry, then, at firs-?" said Douglas. "Well, I fould expect no more. The pictare of domestic hap- Mnness was rather unexpected that is all. I was not ready with congratula tions. I am sorry she saw me good night." "The picture of domestic happiness!" cried Frank. "Oh! 1 begin to under stand. You have taken it into your head that I have cut you out that Dora is my wife? Have you forgotten that Capt. Darling had another daugh ter, still at boarding school when you went away? Sarah is ner name. I married her two years ago, and that is our baby. As for poor broken-hearted little Dora, she lives but to bewail you, you absurd idiot!" But Douglas did not care what hard names anyone called him now. as al most mad with joy he turned and rushed toward the cottage, and there, before them all, he took his little dar ling in his arms again and showered kisses on her pale cheeks and tear-rvei eyes, and whispered amidst his team' "You said you would be true to mt forever. How could I doubt you, dar ling? oh, how could I doubt you?" Unique Medicine for Melancholia. To a person afflicted with a certain phase of melancholia I once gave an unusual piece of advice, said an Arch street physician. I asked him if he ever took an interest in the f-porting intelligence presented in the daily pa pers. He replied in the negative and added that sports of any kind were di tasteful to him. and some even ab horrent to the principles instilled into him from early youth. I then told him he was suffering from the effects of dwelling too long on the grave con cerns and problems of life, and that if he wished to prolong his years he must take hold of lighter things, and that I knew of no mental diversion so ef fectual as to take a positive interest in the sporting events of the day an in terest which he might easily create by a little persistent reading of this enters taining branch of news. He followed my advice, his morose and suspicious temper was gradually subdued and he became as cheerful and companionable a man as I ever knew. Philadelphia Record. PERSONAL AND LITERARY. John Burns, the labor member of the house of commons, has delighted Loudon with a pun purely English. Correcting1 another raeiulier, he referred to the house of lords: "Not as the gild ed chamber, sir, but as the guilt v cham ber." . Prescott, the great historian, was almost blind during the whole of his literary life. He could use his eyes for only a few moments each day, and was compeled, loth in making his histor ical researches and in writing his books, to rely on the vision of others. I Senator Vance has a general sym pathy in his illness, for he is a great favorite at Washington as well as in his own state. The south has produced few bettor stump speakers, and, like Lincoln, lie has at his tongue's end a fund of good stories to interest his audiences. Miss Olive Schreiner, the author of that strange book, "The Story of an African Farm." is engaged to be mar ried. Her betrothed, who is four or five years younger than the bride to be, is Mr. Cron Wright, the son of a well-known South African farmer and meralier of the Cape parliament. He is himself a successful farmer and clever speaker, and it is supposed that he will enter parliamentary life. S. F. B. Morse, the inventor of the telegraph, had beautiful hands, a fact hat caught the attention of Benjamin West while Morse was 3Tet an art stu dent. It was Morse's hand that fur nished West with the model for the hand of Christ in one of West's most famous compositions, and it is said that West had the hardihood to ay to Morse that he might henceforth assert that he had a hand in the picture. "Dr. Cyrus A. Bartol," says the Boston Herald, "is the last survivor of the famous 'Transcendental club,' in which Emersovi was the central light. Dr. Holmes. Dr. George E. Ellis and Hon. Robert C. Winthrop are the other venerable Bostonians who' are left to us of a former and a notable genera tion, but Ir. Bartol is now, we be lieve, the only survivor of the brilliant company who must lie named as the associates and friends of Emerson in the middle part of this century." No writer v as ever more method ical, practical or free from the idiosyn crasies of gonitis, as far as his work goes, than is Robert Louis Stevenson, the author of "Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde." He, when in good health, de votes certain hours of the day to his work, which generally include the morning, and sitting down to his desk, whether he feels in the mood or not. he writes. Some days the product of his pen is better than others and occa sionally he writes more than at other times, but he writes just the same. His ideas are not allowed to ferment; they are born to be put on paper, he says, and he does it. Mr. Arthur Balfour, at a recent meeting of the Psychical Research so ciety at the Westminster town hall. London, spoke for an hour from only the briefest notes, and is said ir "nave made a profound impression, although he told no ghost stories and did not profess a belief in apparitions. His chief topic was animal magnetism, and he said that at dinner he had often sat next to ladies who proved to him that they were able by the exercise of will power to make any person at a distance turn toward them involuntarily. Ho remarked that it seemed possible tc him that this faculty might be devel oped into a power of which ordinary philosophy takes very little note. HUMOROUS. Willie "Aunty, what do they call the man who hunts up the taxes?" Aunt Sarah "Taxidermist, uv course, b'ca'se he skins everybody." Cleveland Plain Dealer. And Held It, Too. "Editor struck a snap last night." "What was it?" "Stepped on the preacher's bear-trap that he had set for chicken-thieves." Atlanta Constitution. Duel Up to Date. "I challenge yon to a duel." "Accepted." "Your choice of weapons dagger or pistols?" "Neither. Winter ascent of Mont Bianc rotten rope three feet dis tance." Fliegende Blatter. "She can talk more gossip and scandal than any other woman in the country, and how she can rake over the I failings of her neighbors!" "Does she belong to the sewing circle?" "No; she belongs to the charity club?" N. Y. Press. Must nave Loved Her Madly. "Do vou really and truly love me, Harry?" He "Love you? Why, 1 even have a fondness for that nuisance of a brother of yours." She "Oh! larry! You have made me so happy!" Boston Transcript. Mrs. Charitas "I have put ten dollars in this letter to the relief com mittee. Will 3'ou kinkly post it?" Charitas "Wouldn't it be well to no tify them of the gift by another let ter?" Mrs. Charitas "Yes. I shall post that myself." Inter-Ocean. Youngpen "Do you think it will pay to publish anything about the af fair? It is a matter which can concern nobody but the parties themselves." Oldboy "That's just it. It's nobody's business; everybody'U want to read all we can print about it." Boston Tran script. "Herbert, she said, tenderly, "what did you do with that poetry you wrote on my birthday?" "That stuff," he responded, with a sneer. "That wasn't poetry." "Why, what makes you think that?" "I cot a mag azine editor to accept it for publica tion." Washington Post. Where His Lamb Was. In a Chi cago restaurant, the other day, a gen tleman left his wife for a few moments to chat with an acquaintance at an other table, and while he was there his friend persuaded him to partake of some lamb. Under a misapprehension the waiter removed the lamb before he had eaten it, whereupon he exclaimed. 'Goodness! where is my lamb?" Hia wife, overhearing the question, an swered in a clear voice : "Here I am." 2T. Y. Tribune. FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. GUESSES. Vou bits? me the rords of an rtd refrain, &nd ask me to make the meaning plain; Three little people who wonder why The world is wide and the heaven are high. Cut how would a guess from each one do? So, Master Harry, and iirst come you: for the skip on the sea, and the stars in the s-y, The world is wide and the heavens are high." And what do you think, with your dreamy air. Little Blue Eyes on the cushion there? "For flowers to blossom, and birds to Ey, The world is wide and Uie heavens are tuKn, Last and least of the wondering three. Here is wee Freddy, and what says he? "To play with marbles, and kites to fly. The world is wide and the heavens are high," Ah. well, a reason vou each have found. So now the riddle to me comes round; And this is tho guess 1 venture why The world Is wide and the heavens are high. TJp the great hillside our feet to set A little farther and farther yet: To try forever and still to try. The world Is wide and the heavens are high. Kate Putnam Osgood, in St. Nicholas. THE OROYA RAILROAD. A Trip on a Hand-Car Among the Andes Mountains. A correspondent of Forest and Stream went up the Oroya railroad in the Andes, a wonderful piece of rail way engineering. The sharp ascent began at noon, over terraces, through tunnels drilled in the solid rock, and over bridges spanning awful chasms. At three o'clock they reached their destination, some ten thousand feet above the level of the sea. After a substantial dinner, which the moun tain air rendered doubly acceptable, the party began making preparations for the descent, which was to be ao- Vi V; GOIXO AKOCSD A CUEVE. cormplished in a hand-car by the force of gravity alone. The hand-car had been brought up with us on the train, and when the men came to put it together it was dis covered that the fastenings of two of the wheels were broken. After a hur ried consultation, as it was growing late, some telegraph wire was found, and the broken portions were tied to gether. The men in charge of the de scent hoped this would answer, they said. "And if it doesn't?" I asked. They shrugged their shoulders. I looked askance at my companions, but they stood by in silence. Proba bly, like myself, they would willingly have seconded a proposition to return by the regular train, but were too proud to make it. Without a word we took our seats on the car. Silently one of the employes opened a bag and took out three revol vers, handing one to each of his com panions. They cocked these weapons in a matter-of-fact way and placed them between their feet. "This car is used by the paymaster." one of them thoughtfully explained, "and it isn't uncommon for desperadoes to throw it off the track. I got a tum ble and a bullet myself not so very long ago." Again I looked at my companions. It was perhaps owing to the altitude that they seemed to exhibit the pre liminary symptoms of mountain sick ness. As for myself, my heart was in my mouth; but it did not trouble me long, for of a sudden the brakes were taken off, and with a spring the car shot forward, apparently leaving at the point of departure my entire inter nal economy. Down we rushed with ever increas ing speed, the car swaying from side to side, on one hand the mountain wall, on the other a drop of perhaps a thou sand feet, through tunnels of midnight darkness, round sharp curves where the broken wheels fairly creaked with the strain. The starless night closet? in around us. It was now simply a question of chante as we plunged into the dark ness. "We ought to have started sooner," muttered one of the men; "a stick or a stone, or even a dog on the track, would throw us into the valley." Nobody answered him. All talk, dif ficult enough before on account of the rushing wind, now ceased, and in si lence we watched the sparks fly from the wheels. Thoughts of the armed outlaws and of the broken fastenings kept running through my mind, and the journey seemed almost endless. At last the sudden twists around the sharp curves ceased. We were in the valley. Presently a big light burst upon us. "Down brakes!" cried one of the men. The station was before us. Thank God! .Not Taken as lie Meant It. Miss Highflier O, Mr. Sappy, how nice it was of you to name your new hunter after me! What is she like? Young Sappy Well, 6he's a regular stunner, Miss Highflier. Not much to look at, don't-cher-know, but very fast. And he cannot make out why she is bo cool to him now. Vogue. Hard TimM. "John," whispered Mrs. Squeers, "there's a burglar climbing through the window." "Let him come in," responded her husband under his breath, "I'll yeU at him and scare him. He may drop some thing ha hut stolen elsewhere. Halla CATS WITHOUT TAILS. Corlons Creatures Found Only at Lont llcaeh, N. J. Seven miles from the mainland on which the village of Beach Haven, N. J., stands is a narrow strip of land which is called Long Beach. On it there is the only tribe of tail less cats in this country. Early in this century a large English ship was wrecked on that part of the Jersey coast. The sailors were saved, and so were a lot of cats on board. They came from the Isle of Man in the Irish sea. and belonged to a curious breed found only on that island, known as Manx cats and born without tails. At first the animals were quite tame and frequented the vicinity of the lighthouse, where they nightly held open-air concerts that were not musical enough to merit the apprecia tion of the lightkeepers, and ultimate ly resulted in their being driven away. Then they took to the woods and man aged to subsist during the first winter on birds, thousands of which lived in the swamps. The cat Increased rap idly and in a few years numbers of them could be found almost every where in Barnegat's woods. Their outdoor life made them sav age, and the breed seems to have in creased in both size and courage, for eventually they became so flerce that they would stand and show fight to ward anyone who invaded their homes. They are curious-looking creatures. The front legs being shorter than their hind legs causes them to make biff jumps as they go about, yet it is said they can easily outrun an ordinary dcg. The cats make good fishers, and when fish are plentiful they go alonjr the beach, and. as the breakers run up on the shore, carrying with them small butterfish, mullets and silver bait, they jump into the shallow water and with, their sharp claws pin a fish U the sand, and the outgoing wave leaves their prey exposed. Then, before another breaker can roU in, they catch the fish, and take it up on the dry beach and devour it. At times dozens of these strange looking cats can be seen on the beacb. making meals off the surf clams that are cast up by the tide. For the past twenty or thirty years Long Beach has Veen a famous sum mer resort. Many of the cats hav been killed by tourists or frightened back into the swamps. Occasionally some more humane visitor endeavored to tame tne of the animals. It la hard work, but when the effort is succiBssflJ there is no more domestic or affection ate pet than a Manx cat. William Alsa, in Golden Days. THE LORDLY JAGUAR. Bla Glorious Colors Ttrst Attract the Be- holder's Attention. The lordly jaguar is the king of all the American felidsB, and right proud are we to have him for a feUow coun tryman provided he does not make himself too numerous! Of all the great cats now living, he is 6econd iw size only to the lion and the Bengal tiger. South of the United States he is uni versally called el tigre eegreo), which is simply the Spanish for tiger. He has the big chest and loins, thick neck, big arms and legs, and bullet head of a heavyweight prize-fighter, clothed In the most gorgeous skin ever given to i. Mr Y Dt 3v 1 V,ar x ei THE JAGUAR OF SOUTH AMERICA. any animal of the cat family. He is the most stocky in build of all cats, being very different in shape from the more lithe and flat-bodied lion, tiger and puma. But it is his glorious colors that first attract the beholder's attention, and hold it longest. On a ground color of rich golden yellow, which is darkest on the back and shoulders and grows paler as it descends to the legs, are arranged with regular irregularity large rosettes of black and brown. These rosettes are the prominent dis tinguishing character of the jaguar, by which any child can recognize him instantly wherever found. The head, top of the back, base of W, lower ! joints of the legs, and the feet are i plentifully besprinkled with round ! black spots, not "rosettes. Ordinarily ! the eves are light yellow, to match the body color; but when the animal becomes enraged, they turn the color of green fire, and then it is high time to get out of the way. The jaguar is an edition de luxe, bound in black and gold. W. T. Hornaday, in St. Nicholas. Pasty's Appeal for Dinner. A young lady bookkeeper in Boston) has been in the habit for some time of giving the office cat a piece of meat for her lunch every day, precaution being first taken to lay down a piece of pa per to pravent the meat greasing the. floor. The other day, at lunch hour, when the young lady happened to have no meat in her basket, pussy begged for some in her most intelligent fash ion. Finding no meat coming the cat ran to the waste basket, dragged out a newspaper and laid it on the floor at the young lady's feet. This appeal was so touching that the young lady went out and bought meat for the In telligent animaL A Happy Idea. Visitor How did you haypen to name your dog Pantry, Jimmie? Jimmie 'Cause nana savs he holds I so much fool Harper's Young People.