BABY HAS GONE TO SCHOOL.
The baby hit rone to school; th, met
What will the mother do,
With never a call to button or pin,
Or tie a little shoe?
How can she ket-p herself buny all day,
With the little hiudering thing away?
Another basket to All with lunch,
. Another "good-bye" to say,
And mother stands at the door to see
Her baby inarch away;
A a A . .. - - . ! 4 lUt a half mliaf
AUU ill US wnu I"" i .. i ' , . .
And half a something akin to grief.
She thinks of a possible future morn,
When the children, one by one, -
Will go from their homes to the distant
world,
To battle with life alone,
And not even baby be left to cheer
The scattered home of that future year.
She picks up the garments here and there,
Thrown down in careless baste,
And tries to think how it would seem
If nothing were displaced.
If the bouse were always as still as this,
How could she bear the loneliness?
MOTHER LOVE.
The flaming red of the evening sky
was paling Into violet shadow. Night
fame upon the earth, over the little vil
lage, and the lonely house near Its bor
ders. Dark shadows crept Into the low, old
farttiiuntid wiDdows. They painted the
whitewashed ceiling a somber black,
and filled with gloom the narrow angles
of a room in which an old woman sat
bending over her knitting.
Not a sound was heard save the mo
notonous click, click of the needles,
and now the whirr of the clock just be
fore the striking of the hour.
'Elght o'clock! It Is night. Before
long he will be here."
A sigh relieved the breast of the
gray-haired woman. She pushed aside
ber knitting and set the smoky little oil
lamp going. This she placed near the
window that the light might greet the
wanderer on bis home-coming, and
then took up her knitting again.
Three years bad gone by. It was au
tumn now, and the old woman sat in
the self-same place near the big warm
stove, waiting for the return of her
only son.. Yesterday he had been re
leased from the army at the expira
tion of his term of service. But the
WITU A BOUND TUB WAN KNKLT AT HER
FEET.
night passed, and. then a day and an
other night, and still her son came not.
Almost a week went by; full of tedious
waking. One day at noon the postman
rode up to the little liouse In the
meadow. . -
"A letter, Mother Kathrine, a letter
from your 'only one'l" he cried. He
recognized the stiff, ungainly charac
ters of the absent peasant lad.
Mother Kathrine fortified her eyes
with her old horn spectacles and hob
bled with her letter into the broad strip
of the noonday sun that came stream
ing through the small window. The
wrinkled hands trembled, as she broke
the seal. Is be coming home at last?
No, not yet!
On the worn-eaten bench the old
woman dropped, clutching the letter
. which was soon soaked with the tears
that rained from ber poor old eyes.
No, her lad. was not coming! He
may never come again. He was locked
up In a prison cell because he had
killed a man In a drunken broil.
"Mother," be wrote, "I am Innocent.
-I don't know how It happened.' '
if. Yea she knew. First a boy's rejoic
ing, because he was free to go home,
then a spell In the tavern over the wine
cup a quarrel,; Insulting remarks,
m . I.I i I I i C.
nerce, angry unwi, a suuc, iuu tueu,
murder." Yes,' she knew!
Three more year to wait! At the
. And Mf lia4 tittle him untMM ferAfilf
have expired. The trembling Hp never
complained. The wrinkled hands reso
lutely wiped away ;the tears. Mother
Kathrine arose, put on ber Sunday
bonnet and her friendless mien, and
went to see her relations In the viHnge.'
'She told thorn, hesitatingly at first,
and then glibly enough, that Jano, her
only son, had shipped as a sailor on a
big man-of-war and was making a trip
around the world. The relations lis
tened to her tale with astonishment,
and praised the lad's courage. Soon the
whole village knew It. The women
came and congratnlafa-d her, and she,
simple woman, turned dissembler In
ber old days for the love of her son. -
Mother love' must shield blm from
disgrace. The villagers must never
know that Jano was a murderer. No,
nor Kntha, his sweetheart, who loved
him and bad been true to him, count
ing the days till his return.
In the night, when the villagers slept,
Mother Kathrine sat weeping before
ber Bible, and prayed for Jano, ber
only son. Another car presented It
self to the ever-thoughtful mother
heart. Jano must bav new clothes
when he returns, and money his sav
ings from his long Journey. And she
began to save and stint to pile np a lit
tle store of silver. Like moot women
of her age, Mother Katbrln was fond
of ttao sugar in ber coffee, tut from now
on he drank H assweeieaed. .; All day
an' half tb night ah knitted eocks for
A tare soajcer la th etty, aad ey
wsek ate surfed th hunM product
of her Industry to the store for the
small, hard-earned pay. Nobody ever
saw Mother Kathrine at these things,
for nobody must ever know, for Jano's
sake.
. Thus, the time sped by. Three years
and this was the day that would
bring him home. The old woman
opened -.the cupboard and took from
within a package of warm, woolen
socks, a knitted kersey, a pair of new
boots, and a large silk neckerchief.
These things she laid out'oh the white
pine table, from under the pillow of
her bed aie added a coarse linen bag,
such as sailors. carry, filled with clink
ing coin, .' Thirty stiver dollars! The
little fortune had grown apace, and
"what is god's name do you want
HKRK?"
Mother Kathrine chuckled with glee
whenever she thought of her boy's sur
prise. Bread and ham, sausage and butter,
and a mug of cider made the old pine
board look like a Christmas table. Ev
erything was in readiness Jano could
come! On the bench by the stove she
sat waiting, straining the half-deaf
ears to catch the sound of his footsteps.
It came. The door opened slowly.
As If stricken with palsy, the faithful
old mother sat glued to her seat. The
tall form of a man, stooping as he en
tered, stood In the moonlight that came
with him through the door. Two dark
eyes looked Into hers out of a white set
face.
The mother's arms opened wide.
"Jano!"
With a bound the man knelt at her
feet and buried bis head in her lap.
Jano, her only son, had returned!
'
Mother love had banished the peni
tentiary specter. The villagers wel
comed him cordially. The lads who
had grown up with him took him to
the tavern, and demanded that he tell
them of, the strange sights he had seen
during his long absence. Jano related
what he had heard others say, and
what he had read In looks. It waa
like gospel truth to the young men,
who had never been twenty miles away
from their Village. After the first days
of greeting Jano hired out as a farm
hand and worked untiringly. In the
evening Kntha, his sweetheart,' came
to the little house, and the three sat
together and made plans for the future,
when Katba and Jano would be man
and wife. Soon Jano forgot the ugly
past It seemed like a dream that had
nigh wearied Mother Kathrine and her'
son to death. . ' ,
One sultry afternoon Jano came
along the dusty turnpike with his rake
over his shoulder.' Toward. hbn trun
dled the bent and rnggedr-flure of a
man. A tramp, 'thought Jano, then
stopped suddenly, pale as death'. The
beggar, too, made halt, when be saw
Jano. . ' .'
"Halloo!" cried he, with a sneer, "my
nia,te from No. J. Don't you know me?
Lanky Jake, your old cell-mate
Whafiln God's name do you: want
here?" stammered Jano.
; The beggar; laughed. . "Picking up
what J can get-rdon't.ypu see?"
Jano put his band in his pocket and
took out a dollar.
'Take that," he said, "and go away.
Don't 'go' to tbe'vlllage, and don't tell
anyone that you knpw me!"
The ex -convict pocketed his coin.
"Ashamed to know me, hey?"
"Not that," said' Jano, with a shud
der. "But they don't know here that
I've been In prison. I'm leading an
honest life."
"I'd like to do that myself. Have no
fear, I'll not tell 'em. ' You were good
to jn In those day!"
He laughed and hobbled away. Jano
stood still and looked after blm till he
disappeared from view.
"The ' storm has passed," thought
Jano and hurried home.
He had scarcely turned when a good-
"wait ot'Tsina rum, wb urrak tub
NBW TO MKR."
looking young peasant, who had watch
ed the scene between the two, emerged
from behind a thicket and hastened
after the tramp.
, That night In the tavern over glass
upon glass of fiery wine and silver
coins plied up to the height of Ave, the
handsome young fanner learned from
the tramp Jano secret He waa Jano'
rival for the love of Katha, the pret
tiest girl In the village. The next even
ing Jano, a was hi wont, hastened to
Katha at th end of hi day' labor, to
bring her to bis home for th chat un
der th apple, tree, and (fee walk tack
through th blooming . field. This
night Jane looked Into a pate, distress
ed face, and eyes, frantic with fear,
were riveted upon him.
"Katha!" he said. "You are crying
What troubles you?" Katba buried
her face in her hands and sobbed
aloud.
"Katha, tell me, your lover!" He lift
ed the bands from her face.
"Jano," faltered the trembling lips,
"by our love, tell me, Is It true, that
you have not been around the world,
but have been in prison the while?"
Jano was horrified. "Katha who
told you?"
The girl paid no heed to his queetloa
"Is It true Jano?" she reiterated. ;
"Yes!" '
From the finger of her right hand
Katha took the little gold band with
which she had plighted her troth to
him. She threw it at bis feet and left
him. '
"Katha!" '
Jano did not rave. The blow stunned
him and the loss of the girl seemed
small when he thought of his mother.
"Poor mother! You have hungered,
and tortured, and stinted yourself for
nothing. To-morrow everyone will yell
It Into your face that your son is an ex-'
convict, and your old days will be filled
with shame and misery. Poor moth
er!" The night was unusually dark, not
even the stars came out. The crickets
chirruped in the corn to lighten the
gloom. The splash of the river was
eery and sad, and from away off there
came a shrill cry of anguish.
In the dawn of the early morning a
little procession wended Its way to
ward the village. Two men carried a
stretcher, over which a black cloth was
thrown, outlining a human form. Be
hind the bier strode the miller and the
Justice. ' ..
"I don't know how he got lnto the
mill pond, but when We. found-him he
was stone dead. He must' have come
down with the current In tfie river."
"I wonder," said the Justice.
"I'm sorry for the old woman," con
tinued the miller. "To be taken from
her like this, after waiting so. many
years for him!" .
"Yes, poor old , Mother-Kathrine!"
reiterated the Justice.
They reached the little house, "Walt
outside," -said the justice, - "till we
break the news to her!"
The sun was' on its upward way. The
sky was aflame wfth red. Its reflex
licked the tiny windows.- swished over,
the white pine table, and, over the face
of old Mother Kathrine, who sat with
folded hands In her armchair. The
small white head inclined upon the
breast. A sweet, peaceful smile hov
ered around the pale lips, only the
wide-open eyes were glassy and set.
She had been spared the blow.
Old Not Hold His Peace.
I attended a mountain wedding in
McDowell County In West Virginia,
said a poHtofflee Inspector. Everything
went along smoothly at first. The cabin
was brilliantly lighted with candles,
and one of the best fiddlers hi the coun
ty was present to furnish 'music for the
dance' to follow the. wedding cere
mony. Nothing occurred to mar the
proceedings until the minister came to
the point where he Invited any one
Who had anything to say why the cou
ple should not enter the bonds of mat
rimony to speak or thereafter hold his
peace, ' when a rough mountaineer
arose and said:
"Anything ter say, parson? Waal, I
reckon J hev. I hev alius Intended ter
marry .thet gal myself, an' thet feller
knowed It, so he Jess kept outen my
way.' I ent 'lm word ter' prepare for a
llcklft' an' he lef the country, but kep'
a wrifin' to the gal. Now, I'm here to
make my word good, an' 'fore this hyar
event goe any farder the taller-faced
coward Jess has me ter fight"
In vain the preacher tried to restore
order. A ring was soon squared in the
center of the room, and the men went
at it. In about ten minutes the groom
announced that he had enough, and
the victor, taking the arm of the blush
ing bride, deliberately changed the
groom' name in the marriage license
to hi own, while the, vanquished lover
made bis escape. Everybody appeared
to be satisfied, and the marriage took
place as though nothing had occurred
to mar the solemnity of the occasion.
Jeany Llnd's Iast Appearance.
'The last time Jenny Llnd sang In
public was on July 23, 1883, In the Spa,
Malvern Hills, England, writes Mr.
Raymond Maude, daughter of the
"Swedish Nightingale," in the Ladles
Home Journal. 'The concert was . In
aid of the Railway Servants' Benevo
lent Fund, and indeed was a red-letter
day to the country ffolk who. came from
all the country round with the modest
clghteen-pence which secured them
standing-room. On one, of my walks,
during the last "sad week, I helped to
nurse her, I found an old woman in. a
remote cottage who eagerly asked for
the 'good lady who wag so 111 up there.'
Upon finding who I was she' assured
me that it would have been worth even
more stinting and a further walk to
have had such a treat hi her old-age as
that 'ng!hg." ' ' ;' " :
Lived In Goat-Hair Tent.
Rupshu, a district on the north slope
of the Himalayas, 15,(X() feet above the
sea level, and surrounded . by ' moun
tain from 3.000 to 5,000 feet higher,
ha a permanent population of 500 per
sons who live In goat-hair tents all the
year round. Water freezes there every
night, but no snow rails on account of
the dryness of the air. The people are
shepherds and dress in pajamas and a
long cloak, wearing an additional cloak
in unusually cold weather.
Not o Blow.
Menellk's capital Will soon bav ail
the attraction of Paris. f Tb Nru
has ordered front a MinWiea artist a
panorama of the defeat of the Italian.
A woman does nor car now coM j
ta"itb6n't(MftfN'MS).'
"Carson," I said, Involuntarily, stoop
ing to knock the ash from my cigar,
"perhaps I ought not to ask, although
I have known you for nearly three
years, but la it usual for a wife to wear
two wedding rings?"
Dead silence. He had Just lowered
his violin, after a very soft solo for It
was considerable past midnight when
I ventured that curious question.
There had been an evening party,
and, as I was to stay at the house till
morning, Carson's wife had said "Good
night," and left us to finish our inevita
ble smoke and talk. His mouth twitch
ed a little, but it was some time before
he retorted in a low tone:
"Is Is usual for a man well under 40
to have hair as white as mine?"
"Well, perhaps not but I thought
you' attributed that to' some shock or
other. What lias that to do with with
the two rings?" '
"Everything." He listened at ' the
door, for, a moment, turned down the
lights, and tben '.came and sat down,
spreading his hands over the fire.
'Two .rings?,. .Exactly, one is the ring
I. put on her finger wjen I married her;
the second was put there by another
man nd wilfetay there as long as the
first."'' -
"Never mind now," I said. His voice
had trailed off huskily. "I had no idea
there was any tragic element behind
tho fact" ,
'Tragic? Heavens! It was more
than that, Arthur"," he whispered, turn
ing up a drawn face.
"I never meant to touch upon it, but
when you spoke it came back with a
rush as vivid as If I had been standing
at the mouth of the old north shaft
again. And that was six years ago.
"You've heard me speak, at least, of
the mine itself the Langley mine, in
Derbyshire. I bad only been assistant
surveyor" at the pits there for about
nine months when it happened.
"At 9 o'clock that morning, Arthur,
three of us stepped into the cage old
Jim Halllday, the foreman, his son
Jim,' and myself; the men had gone
down an hour before.
"I shall never forget that young
Jim's sweetheart had walked over to
the pit with him, as she occasionally
did.
"They were to be married in a week
or two, and she and she had on her
finger the ring he had bought in Derby
the day before Just for safety's sake,
or perhaps out of womanly pride.
"I recollect that Just as the chain
clanked and the winter sunshine was
disappearing overhead,, he shouted out
a third 'Good-by!' to her little dream
ing that It was to be good-by. Little
enough old Halliday and I thought that
days would elapse before we emerged
Into God's sunlight again! v
"A new vein had been bored the year
before, and then abandoned because It
ran In the direction of the river. We
three bad had Instructions to widen It
for a' space of 300 yards a piece of
work that had occupied us nearly a
month.
"Old Jim picked and young Jim
wheeled the coal away to the nearest
gallery, from where It was carried over
rails to the bottom of the main shaft.
"Well, by 4 o'clock that afternoon we
calculated roughly that we bad reach
ed the limit laid down.
" 'I think it's as near as possible,
Mr. Carson,' old Halllday said. 'Jim,
give another count, We don't want the
water coming in.' ....
"Jim went back. We could hear him.
singing out the paoes iah1s light-hearted
fashion as he returped. his voice
echoing through the : long galleries.
Two-slxty-ul'nepoo'ijil're; miles off
It, dad!' H'Wasohlyva.score of years
off, though. Two-sixty-nine two-seventy-four.
It'H allow a full twenty yet,
I recon.,';i""i;
."He had Jua. -finish bis count when
but there, 'nnidcptjM properly de
scribe It. It was sometulug ope bad to
realize for himself beore he could un
derstand a bare half of the sudden
terror that w'hl to riedou rain's' a4 seem
ed to bring our hearts to a standstill.
'There was a rumbling In one of the
distant gallenles, and a sk;keufng trem
bly of rlie.gr.undjUndprncjiTJ) us; then
then the most paralyzlngi wuind, I do
believe; that' lsMtrj be h'tfaid" in this
world. ''"' ' ." ; ' ' "'
"How or wliy. )t happened Js some
thing to be placed' anioug ihe host of
unsolved, uiy-Hterl.es; but there was one
grinding, sirHntering roai4, as though
the earth hud split in two pieces.
'"Before' we ebuld stir hand or foot to
save ourselves, before we could even
tal " In that an explosion had occurred
while we were guarding against an
other sort ot danger, down thundered a
mass of coal, tons upon tons of It, that
blocked up the only passage leading to
the shaft
"It Just reached young Jim; standing
where he did, be was struck down
we heard his screech stifled beneath
the debris. For about five more sec
onds the earth seemed to be heaving
and threatening universal Chaos; thou
all became still as A tomb.
"A tomb! We had our lamps, old
Jim and I looked,' and saw that we
were cut off from the rest of the world.
"What happened next, I hardly
know; I was stupefied with the shock,
sick with a mortal fear of death. He
and I stood staring mutely at each
other. The one thing I recollect la that
his face was gray as marble, sod that
a KM of froth stood oh hi lips.
"He was the first to come back to
sebse. He gave one choking cry of
"Jim!' and staggered back to that black
pile. The boy's band was sticking out
from the bottom of it, clutching con
vulsively at nothing. I sat down and
watched, in a sort of dreary fascina
tion, as old Jim, uttering strange cries,
tore at the mass In a mad frenzy. God
help him! Jim was the only thing be
had in the world to love. In less than
five minutes he had dragged him out
and sat down to hug him in his arms.
"Dead? No; he could Just open his
poor dust filled eyes In answer to his
father's whispers; but we knew at
once that he would never again make
the galleries echo his piercing whistle.
"For whole hours, I suppose, neither
of us attempted to realize our situation.
We sat on in the dead silence, waiting
for something to happen.
"Once or twice we saw young Jim's
blackened lips move feebly, and each
time his father would mutter brokenly,
'Ay, my precious boy, we'll look after
her!'
"Once the old man broke out, quiver
ingly, Into the hymn, 'Abide with Me!
but he got no further than the third
line. That, perhaps, was about 8
o'clock, but: we could keep no count of
the time, as my watch had stopped.
"Hour after hour must have gone by,
and still old Jim sat, with rigid face
and staring eyes, clasping his burden.
In all probability It was morning above
ground before at last he spoke.
" 'How long can we hold out, Mr. Car
son? I'm feared to go. I've been a
godless man all my time.' ,
"That aroused me. I examined our
position carefully. The passage was
about eight yards wide at this point,
and measured about twenty paces from
the end to where that solid wall of coal
blocked our path to the outer world.
As the bore ran level with the foot of
the north shaft, we were about forty
feet below the clear surface. We had
no food, and our lamps would burn,
say, another five or six hours; while
the breathing air, hot and gaseous al
ready, would probably become unen
durable before the evening came. That
was our situation, and let any man con
ceive a worse if he can.. One slender
chance of escape at the best left; per
haps the entire passage was not block
ed, and we might force our' way to the
main gallery. I was not afraid Of
death in the way that It comes to most
people, but I was afraid tb meet and
struggle with it there.' We sprang to
the task, wild at the thought that those
few hours of stupor might have made
all the difference. , v-;i''
"You can guess what happened, and
why, after a long spell of fighting to'
break through that horrible wall, old
Jim threw himself down with a groan
"As rast as we loosened one mass,
another crashed down ih lts place;' at
the end of our. desperate. attempt we
were half choked and Minded with
dust, our hands were raw and we had
made scarce any headway. '
"Barely, too, had we given up the
work as hopeless when my lamp flick
ered out; half an hour later old Jim's
followed suit,
'TotaJ oblivion! As I sat and con
templated our fate, a faintness of min
gled hunger and despair crept over me.
Young Jim, quite still, was propped up
against the wall close by.
VWlthin a-few feet of me sat his
father; at times he would start up and
shriek out in nameless terror at others
he wduld catch up his pick and hack
at the walls with the fury of a maniac.
And worse was to come.
"I think I must have fainted. I do
not seem to recollect any more until the
moment when I became conscious of
my mate's hard breathing over me, and
of the fact that his hand was feellng--or,
so It seemed for my throat. I
dashed away, panting under the shock
of this new1 horror.
" 'Jim,' I gasped, 'for heaven's sake,
keep sane! If we're to go, let us die
like men?
"No answer; I heard him crawling
away, and that was all. The' dead
silence was only broken by a faint
trickling sound. Trickling!
"Yes; I put my hand to the level, and
found half an inch of water and hot
ter and more stifling grew the atmos
phere. Traying hard to myself, I re
alized now that, should no help come,
only a few hours could live betwixt us
and the end. And then old Jim might
go first, and I should be left. Nay, I
was already practically alone; the fear
that was slowly whitening my hair and
turned old Jim's brain.
"He suddenly sent up a peal of de
lirious laughter. 'Water! .Who says
water? Why, mates, I'm swimming In
it! Here's a go!'
"Presently he lcgan creeping round
; . find me. I could hear him coming,
by his labored respiration, and swish
ing of tho ooze as he moved.
"Round and round the space we went
stealthily, dntll at last he made a cun
ning rush and caught me by the ankle.
'Got him!' He yelled It with a glee that
was unmistakable.
"Mere, words could never convey the
sensation of that moment Half suf
focated, past all ordinary fear, I dosed
with my poor old mate, and w went
staggering to and fro across oar prison,
until at last 1 managed to throw him
so that his head struck heavily against
tb' wall.
"After that he lay quite stllL I be
lieved at the time that I had killed him,'
but we knew afterward that It was
that blow which preserved his reason.
'The rest can be told In jt few words.
After that I lay there like one In a
dream, while the pestilential air slowly,
'dlit ltB work:
, "Sometimes I fancied I could feel
cqpt breezes J)lt wing dow.n on me, and
sJatheBg heard some one tilling me to
waTae'up- for the whistle bad sounded
a.t the pits.
"How long. I lay so, I can only con
jecture. I really knew nothing more
until I was roused by the sound of that
coal barrier crashing down before the
picks and spades of a dozen rescuers,
and the hubbub from a dosen throats
as they broke Into our tomb.
. "Only Just time. Old Jim's face was
only Just out of the water, and they
said that no human being could have
lived In that atmosphere for another
two hours. And young Jim? well,
there was Just enough life left in him
to last three days.
"Till the end of that third day, I
kept to my bed; and then they sent to
say that he was going, but that he
wished to see me first. I reached the
house In time to catch his last whis
per.
"You you'll take her, mate! Marry
her no one else! Only only, you'lj let
my ring stay there. Promise me
that."
"What could I do but promise? I
had no thought then of marrying hi
Sweetheart but it was his dying wish,
and for years Jim and I had been like
brothers.
"Just a year later I asked her if there
was any room in her heart for me, and
and well, that's enough. Now you
know why my wife wears two wedding
rings." Saturday Evening Post.
When Grant Visited Japan.
"There was no pageant in General
Grant's Journey round the world more
imposing than the reception given by
the Mikado atJapan's capital," writes
John Russell . Young . in the Ladies'
Home Journal. 'The United States
steamer 'Richmond,' bearing General
Grant and his party, steamed into Yo
kohama, the harbor of Tokyo, escorted
by the 'Ashuelot' and a Japanese man-of-war,
on July 3, 1879. There was as
sembled a fleet of war ships of other
powers. At noon the Admiral's barge,
flying General Grant's flag as ex-President,
and conveying the General and
his wife, Prince Dati, Minister Bing
ham and Minister Yoshida, slowly
pushed for the shore, and on the instant
every naval vessel manned yards and
fired the American national salute. The
day was as beautiful as days of which
we dream a blue, cloudless sky, a
soothing, lapping sea. , The . sudden
transformation from this sleepy, lazy,
silent summer day, into the turbulence
and danger Of war; the roar of cannon,
the music every band playing an
American air the manned yards, the
pfficerSjOn deck in, full dress and salut
jing"the..parge as It passed, the cheers
of the multitude thronging the" shore,
the fantastic ofay fire-works,' the can
non;.' smoke: banking' into clouds, the
. IWSft nWJPfc wj.th sjpw, steady stroke,
all formed a brilliant and extraordinary
. scene.. As. the AdWralty steps were
approached there in waiting stood the
imperial t niAura,.. luv ixiiuisieris uuu
Lrtbfeftkgh 9dB of the realm, in the
'6Bleor,,fitbeirrank and. station. As1
he Genepal stepped on shore the Jap
anese guns, Jhundered.. their greeting,
the bands played The "Star-Spangled
Bannf and Mr Iwakura, the vener
able. Prime- Minister, advanced, and,
taking, the General's hand, In the name
of the Emperor welcomed him to Jap
an. Reaching Tokyo after an hour In
the train, the city authorities met us
with an address, and the Mikado's state
carriage, through a continuous, double
line of infantry standing at 'present,'
conveyed the General to the Imperial
Palace of Enrlokwan."
Different Names for Waves.
They have curiously different name
for waves about'' the coast ' of Great
Britain. The Peterhead folk call the
large breakers that fall with a crash
on the beach by the grim name of "Nor
rawa (Norway) carpenter." On the low
Lincolnshire coat as on the southwest
ern Atlantic fronting shore of these
islands, the gradually long unbroken
waves are known as "rollers." Among
East Anglians a heavy surf, tumbling
in with an offshore wind, or In a calm,
is called by the expressive name of a
"slog;" while a well-marked swell, roll
ing In Independently of any blowing, is
called a "home." "There is no wind,"
a Suffolk fisherman will say, "but a
nasty home on the beach." Suffolk
men also speak of the "bark", of the
surf, and a sea covered with foam la
spoken of as "feather white." The
foam itself Is known as "spoon drift."
So, in the vernacular, we have It: "The
sea was all a feather white with spoon
drift." New York Marine Journal.
(Hrange, Indeed.
On the battlefield of Tel-el-Kebir an
Irish doctor named O'Reilly was attend
ing to the wounds of the British sol
diers. A young guardsman doing active ser
vice for the first time had got a sword
cut on his arm what an old soldier
would call a scratch.
Tommy Atkins was crying out:
"Oh, doctor, my arm! I shall die!"
Dr. O'Reilly, getting tired of hi
moaning, called out:
: "Be alsy wid yer noise, now sure,
ye' re makln' more noise than that poor
feller down there wid his head cot off."
Japan's Navy.
Japan Is going to spend $40,000 la
putting twelve young Japanese stu
dents through a three years' course
of Study of naval architecture and ma
rine engineering in England. Xhjr
will work as gentlemen ararentlcea
With th great shipbuilding arm.
, Aa you grow older, itrawtmrii
more watery.