THE BRAVEST BATTLE.
TVe brarut battle (bat yt wai fuugtit,
Blia.ll lull you were and whfti?
OS Die nape of til WurlJ jruu'Il And It Oct;
TM fouglit If tbe toothers of men.
Nay. not with curmiin or battle ihot,
With iword or nobler p--ii;
Nay, not with eloquent word or thought
from mouth of wonderful men.
Bat deep In a walled a p woman' heart 4
Of wemaa that would not yield.
Bat bravely, silently, bore lier part
Lol there li the battlefield,
Ko marshalling troop, no bivouac Bong,
No banner to gleam and ware
Bat oh, these butt lei! they la-it so long
From babyhood to the gravel
Joaquin Miller.
THE TIME OF ItOSES.
"Why hare you so persistently
avoided ine ever since since well,
ever since Lady Barkston's garden
party?" I Inquired of Miss Windram,
so soon as I succeeded lu elbowing my
way through the dead wall of Mrs.
Bennett Wyse's guests who stood be
tween us.
The result of a brief calculation, en
tered on the next morning, was to
convince me that, during the six min
utes It took mc playing the part of a
pick, in rdT to reach Miss Windram,
I made as many enemies as I had
made during the thirty years of my
life preceding Mrs. Bennett Wyse'8
"At Home."
"Have I avoidt you, Mr. Glyn?"
he asked, 01 toning her eyes very
wide and but this was doubtful
very Innocently.
"The question is not if you have
done it, but why you have dime it:" I
said Willi Home measure of severity.
"SupiMwo I deny that that is the
question?" she suggested rather pleas
antly, though without quite such a
show of innocence as had been asso
ciated with her previous inquiry. It
Is quite possible to speak pleasantly
without any particular exuberance of
Innocence.
"Suppose you deuy It? Well, in that
case you will have have denied it,"
said I. "But it so happens that you
won't tU'ny it, Miss Windram."
"I'm uot so sure of that. If any one
would make It worth my while I
might"
"No one will make it worth your
while. There is nothing left for you
but to speak the truth."
"Great heavens! It Is come to that?"
"Why have you avoided me? We
were good friends up to that day I
have put a blue mark opposite that
day In my diary."
"Yes, we were good friends; good
friends are those who have a sound
quarrel every time they meet, I sup
pose?" "Precisely; friends whose friendship
Is strong enough to survive a quar
rel" "Did we quarrel that day?"
"We certainly did not. Where
would society be if a man and young
woman quarreled because, when he
asked her"
"Is there any ned for you to tell
every one In this stifling room what
ouo problematically foolish young
man asked a certaiuly idiotic young
woman?"
I felt that there was something in
her question. I had not, however,
Itoon shaking louder than usual; it
only seemed so because of a sudden
diminution in the volume of sound
proceeding from the two hundred
guests of Mrs. Bennett Wyse, who
had all been speaking at the same
moment. I tried to explain this to
her; and then she a.sked me what I
thought of Sign.ira Duse as an inter
preter of emotion as compared with
Madame Surah Bernhardt, and if I
held that an actress who was an ad
mirable exxtictit of the strongest emo
tions might le depended on to inter
pret the most powerful iKissiotis.
"It's a nice question," I felt bound
to say. "Let us clear out from this
ruck, and I think I'll lie able to tell
you all that 1 know regarding the
higher emotions. TIicmc people are not
to be dejiended on; one minute they
are talking fortissimo; they next they
are pianissimo."
'Would you have them rehearsed,
Mr. Glyn?"
"Well, a good dead might be done by
Judicious stage management."
"And a conductor with an ivory ba
ton? Hie re is something In that, I
admit. Your idea Is that they should
become forte when you are speaking,
so as to afford a sort of background
for your wisdom."
"Wisdom? What man with the
least pretence to wisdom would come
Into a crowd like 'this for the mike of
talking to a girl who has persistently
avoided him for the past year and a
mouth?"
"What man. Indeed?"
"And this brings us back to the orig
inal question. Why have you so per
sistently avoided me?"
I could see that she wag a trifle put
out by my Hrislnoe In returning to
the topic which had originated with
tuc. She hail apparently found sonic
Imperfection In t lie feather tips of her
fan and thought that It would be un
wise to neglect the opportunity of
pulling off till the uneven fluffs. Home
of them settled upon my waistcoat, and
a few made a bee line for the cadaver
ous nostrils of our uelghlwr, General
Flrebraee. He sneezed with much
force of character.
"Well, you see, so ninny things have
happened since May third last year,
Mr. Glyn," said Miss Windram, when
he bad satisfied herself by the re
peated opening and closing of her fan
that she bad remedied tho defect In IU
conntruction.
"What thing In addition to jour
avoidance of me?" I aaked.
"Well, yon hare published a book to
befia with. lan't that aomethlaf r
"If we avoid all Um people who haTt
pahttobed a book ear circle of acquaint
aaee wvM bectm appnctaMy mu-
rowed, Mhts Windram. Anything
else V
"Hasn't it gone Into six edltious?"
she cried lu a tone of accusation.
"I don't deserve the blame fur that,"
I said, In a way that was meant to
show her that 1 felt the injustice of
her accusuUou. "Blame the public, If
you wish. The public are Invariably
idiotic, the editor of the Universe an
nounced In connection with that book
of mine. lie was right, though the
fact that the public steadily refused
to buy the Universe points In the other
direction."
"Oh, Its all very well to try and
throw the blame on the public," said
Miss Windram with a shrug, "but is
that quite generous of you, Mr. Glyn?"
"Perhaps it Isn't. Was it ou account
of the book you avoided me so care
fully V
"Oh, there were other things.. The
Geographical Society gave you a gold
medal, didn't they?"
"They were right there. They could
n't get out of It."
"I dare say. That may be all very
well, but iieople who get gold medals
couferred on them can't expect to be
treated as ordinary people."
"That's quite a side-issue. I decline
to discuss it."
"And that's all?"
"All? all? Heavens! what did you
expect?"
"Sense that Is, a moderate amount
of sense; reason that Is, a modicum
bt reason; frankness that Is, a soup
con of frankness. Supper? Oh, let
them go to to supper."
And she let them.
We were left practically aloue.
"Are you engaged to any man for
supper'" I asked of Miss Windram.
"Yes," she replied.
I believe that I detected a mournful
tone. If I had not detected that note
I would have left her side. I did uot
leave her side.
Ami i am engaged to some woman.
Let us get to some place together,"
said I.
The reasonableness of the suggestion
that. Is, the modicum of reasonable
nessseemed to strike her.
We reached one of the conversato
ries without having to tell a single lie,
but that was probably because we met
no one ou route; every one was at
supper. I steered her to a seat under
a palm. The light was very dim. A
fountain flashed under the electric
lamp in tho distance.
"Tell me all," 1 said.
That was how it commenced. I saw
that she was very pale; and I had
felt her hand trembling as it rested
on my sleeve a moment before. I per
ceived that she fancied I had led her
hit Iter to tell her something, and I was
anxious to reassure her. It was I who
wanted to 1m told mcthing.
"All?" said she.
"All," said I. ... J
"It was mamma," she said - quite
meekly.
"I guessed as much. And that Is
all?"
"Isn't It enough? You're a man. You
know her."
"Ah-now."
"Now. I said now."
"But a year ago"
"And a month?"
"And a month. If you hadn't re
membered I he exact date I sliould pro
bably be at supper now. A year and
a mouth ago siie was my one enemy.
She knew that I loved you yes, a
year ami a month ago I loved you in
a sort of way not the way I do now;
and she knew that you loved me in a
sort of way. She commanded yon to
keep me nt a distance. Your mother
is not a woman of genius, but uiku oc
casions she can be quite as disagree
able as though she were. She prefers,
however, lsdng disagreeable by deputy.
You wen? her deputy a year agoand
a month."
Miss Windram got up from beside
me and took n few steps to the side of
the conservatory, up which a splendid
rose was clamls-ring. She had her
eyes iixed on a spray. It would have
Is-en out of the reach of most girls,
but she was very tall, and she man
aged to break It off the parent stem.
She returned to her sent.
"Well?" she said.
"Then my poor uncle"
"Poor?"
She gave a laugh.
"My ioor rich uncle died, leaving his
money to me, and your mother told
you that you were to draw me on. I
could swear that those were her exact
words. Ild you pluck those roses
only to tear off their petals?"
One rose lny wrecked at her feet;
tho other dropped from her hand and
lay complete among the crimson flakes.
She put her hands before her face.
"But instead of drawing mo on
you persistently avoided me, and, In
fact, did everything that was In your
Kwer to make me believe that you
were sincere when you told me, at tho
command of your mother, that you
had never heard anything more ridicu
lous than my suggestion that we
sliould love each other; and that you
hoped I would not think It necessary
to repent anything so absurd. You
have failed In your aim, Kosnmond;
yon did uot mnke me believe In your
sincerity. Was I right?"
I nm certain she gave a sob; but
she did not take her hands down from
her face.
"Look nt your feet," I snld sudden
ly. Site was startled, and glanced
down quickly. Her gloves I perceived,
were ruined. "Look at your feet.
Which Is to be my future our future,
Itosamond? Which? The wrecked
rose or the other?"
She picked up the complete rose and
handed It to me.
I kissed It, and then
Then a man came up and said that
we would do well to hurry Into the
upper-room If we wanted a bite 4
anything
DREAM OP WEALTH TRUE.
Mri. I.w I-ou m I Nmr rl..l nk the
ulfl M in SI, Nan In inliuit.
In these days of psychical wisdom
and occult speculation it Is no longer
the fashion to scoff at dreams, at least
not fctich as have been dreamed by
Mrs. George Law, of Kansas City.
lJuriiig last year Mrs. Law dreamed
five or six times the same dream, to
the effect that there was a gold mine
near Cripple Creek. She went out there
and located the mine, according to the
data furnished by her dreams, and
subsequent search revealed that no
magic mining compass could have
made a more accurate survey of the
rich field thus discovered.
In Mrs. Law's lirst dream she saw
a hard bed of sand between two
mountains. She stood ujtou this bed
and scooied up handfuls of the sand
In which glistened grains of pure gold.
A few nights' later she dreamed the
same dream, lu which every scene of
the previous one was duplicated iu
still more vivid outlines. Three more
times the vision came to her and with
added clearness at each repetition.
Strangest of all, she was impelled to
sink a shaft in one of her dreams, and
this tinal suggestion at last remained
with her on waking and determined
her to investigate the region where
her fancies rambled nightly.
It was early in the spring when Mrs.
Law and a friend, Mrs. Khodes, drove
into old Cripple Creek on a stage. Not
a suggestion of resemblance was theie
between the laud of her dreams and
the place before her, and she was at
lirst completely disheartened. But that
night she dreamed another dream, in
which she saw distinctly the outlines
of the town. Impelled by some secret
force, she went up to the house of her
friend, Mrs. Khodes, and from her
porch looked out upon uew Cripple
Creek. It was the very vision seen In
her dreams. The reader may imagine
that Mrs. Law lost uo time iu making
a descent upon the scene already
dreamed Into familiarity.
To make a long story short, she
found that she had, indeed, been mak
ing traces over a gold bed, and witu
proiier despatch she drove iu her stake
and claimed mining rights.
The mine lias been christened The
Dream.
The locality In which The Dream is
situated is one of the richest in the
Cripple Creek district. About two
hundred feet from it Is the Prince Al
bert mine, in which ore averaging $75
IK-r ton is taken at the rate of $4, (WO a
week. New York Journal.
MINT IN TEA.
Prepared Very Carefully and Conaitlered
a Great Iteverttge.
Perhaps the greatest tea drinkers of
all are Moors, because to thorn it is
everything. Mohammedans do not
drink spirits which is more than can
be said of the Kussiaus and, there
fore, the Mohammedan sips his tea as
his one aud great consolation. The
pomp with which it is made Is amaz
ing to a foreign mind.
Every one squats on the floor; tiie
head of the house sits down beside the
teapot; with great pomp the servant,
who seems invariably to be called Mo
hammed or Absalom, brings in the
boiling urn, and, after the master has
rinsed the it, put in the tea, tilled the
pot with water, wailed a certain num
ler of minutes and skimmed off the
frothy substance that lias risen to the
surface, he packs the precious 1eaiot
as full as ever it will go of freshly
grown mint. Nor is this all; he takes
as much sugar as the stranger imag
ines would fill the entire pot, and hand
ful after handful, pokes it Into tills
mint-flavored concoction, lets it stand
some minutes, and then pours out a lit
tle of the weak but highly flavored tea
and drinks it himself, to assure his
guests that it is not poisoned.
Then, solemnly, cups are tilled for
the visitors, and, with the greatest
pomp and wonderful salaams, they are
handed around to the men first, of
course, ns women, even foreign wo
men, couuit for nothing in Morocco.
Three cups of tea Is the regulation sup
ply, and it Is an offence to leave any
Moor's ltouse uutil one litis solemnly
managed those three cups, enjoyed
with nuany bows and gracious saluta
tions, and generally accompanied by
extraordinary cakes, which the Moors
love, but which to the foreign taste
well, one lu;s only to explain tlvoy are
fried in railed butter, considered by
the Mohammedans a delicacy. New
York Herald.
THE SHOEMAKER'S STORY.
IIU Phenomenal Memory Never Neces
sary to Mi-a. ure the Font Again.
Shoemaker Shaw, of Dixon, Is pos
sessed of a phenomenal memory. It
Is at once phenomenally good and phe
nomenally bad. In the first place,
when he measures a customer's foot
for a pair of shoes he never puts down
a figure of all the numerous measure
ments, but he has them for all time.
It Is never necessary for him to
measure thnt foot again. Years after
ward ho will recall them on an order
and make a perfect flf.
That Is the only thing Mr. Shaw
can remember. A short time ago he
was standing at the depot In Dixon
tnlklng to a frleud. The passenger
train pulled out for San Francisco, and
still he talked away. Suddenly he ex
claimed: "By George! I was going somewhere
on that train. Where In the dickens
was I going, anyway.?"
He felt In bla pockets and round a
ticket to Sulsun.
"Now, what was I going to Sulsun
for?"
Again Mr. Shaw searched his pock
ets, read all tbe letters be found, and
finally came to a subpoena.
"That's it I was subpoenaed as a
witness."
He had to blre a team to get to 8ul
rwi la time-Ban FnuwUco Poet
MARCELLE BERENGER.
1 lie Moat Faiiiooa ltift-l if 1'hiW lirfii-
to fiine fur Any bill A no-rlf'Mii.
Marcelle Berciiger, the mol beaut i
ful model la Paris, lias caused a tint
tcr In the ateliers of t be French capi
tal by di-claring her lutein ion of pos
lug in the future for none but Amcri
can artists. She justilics the stand she
has taken lu a way that is far from
flattering to her countrymen. "They
tire me, these French students," she
says, with a charming shrug and a
smile. "They are coarse and vulgar
compared with the Americau, and so
inconsiderate. They think of them
selves ouly, and never of the model,
and that surely is not quite fair."
Ma reel le Jeanne d'Arc, as the stu
dents familiarly call her, though fa
mous for her youth, beauty and per
sonal charm. Is quite unspoiled.
Iu apis-arance she is a slight, brown
haired, blue eyed slip of a girl, with a
faultless figure. Perhaps the chief
charm of her face lies in its puzzling
contrast's, lu the dimples that come and
go with every breath; iu the eyes that
never, even iu her gayest moments,
lose a certain look of appealing sor
row. To quote a famous critic, "she
possesses the eyes of a Mater Doloro
sa aud the lips of a Bacchante. She is
a beautiful sphinx."
Marcelle Jeaune d'Are lives quietly
iu a French family, declines all invita
tions, is never seen at a boulevard
cafe, and, in short, when away from
the studios spends her time as deco
rously as the most guarded daughter
In France.
To those who look askance on the
woman who powers at all aud hold in
horror the model who sits for the en
semble, this young lady's life will be a
wholesome lesson.
Thrown on her own resources at her
father's death, she has supported her
self since site was eleven years of age
first iu her native town, St. Jouin,
near Havre; afterward lu Puris.
Ou her mother's side of the house
she is of noble family, arid one of her
uncles, hearing of the girl's wonderful
beauty, asked her to visit liim at his
chateau, iu the South of France.
When her stay was over he offered her
a sum of money large enough to cover
her traveling and incidental expenses.
"But I told hi m no," Marcelle says,
proudly, In repeating the story.' "He
had refused to help me when a little
money might have meant an education
aud a different life for me. Let him
keep it now; it is too late."
And the story is typical of the girl's
pride and self-respect. She is without
doubt an anomaly a model who is
morally and physically beyond re-
proarh -a female Bayard whether in or
out of petticoats. New York Herald.
Kver Itloomintg riunts.
The new hardy climbing rose now
being introduced under tiie name of
Kmpress of China seems to lie a really
valuable novelty. It is readily estab
lished, and grows very rapidly; its fo
liage is dense, graceful, and of rich
groen color. Tiie plant begins to bloom
the first season, and continues to grow
and bloom till after tiie coming of
frosts; and what is especially com
mendable is the fact that It is perfect
ly hardy.
The Empress of China, like other
China roses, is of medium size, but
the petals are rather broad and of
good substance, and when full blown
the form is moderatly full, and the fra
grance emitted is deliciously sweet.
Tho buds are gracefully poiuted, and
of a bright carmine rose color. As
tliey develop, however, they change to
the beautiful rosy white which is so
much admired in the lovely apple
bloom Woman's Home Companion.
Thirteen a Lucky Number.
It is worth while recording that the
crew of the Frarn consisted of thirteen
men. At the last moment Nansen
addi-d Bcntzcn to the original crew of
twelve.. "It was S:.'!0 when lie came
ou board to speak to me, and at 10
o'clock the Fram set sail." These thir
teen men, after an absence of throe
years, all returned safely to their
homes In perfect health. Some curious
coincidences are recorded with respt
to tills fateful number. "I iusiK'cted
'Kirk's' pups in the afternoon. There
were thirteen, a curious coincidence
thirteen pups on December 13, INK,'!,
for thirteen men." Further, Nanseu
arrived at Vardo in Norway on 13 Au
gust, IMS!, and on the self-same day
the Fram emerged from ber loug drift
on the Ice Into the open sea. Notes
and Queries.
Ilurilly Worth Itrmrmhering.
A clergyman ways that he was one
day called down Into his parlor to per
form a marriage ceremony for a cou
ple in middle life.
"Have you ever been married be
fore?" asked the clergyman of the
bridegroom.
"No, sir."
"Have you?" to the bride.
"Well, yes, I have," replied the bride,
laconically, "but it was twenty years
ago, and he fell off a horse and killed
hlssolf when we war married only a
w'oek, so It really ain't worth mention
ing." New York Tribune.
II In Mourning Contnm.
A Swede who recently burled his
third wife made such a scene during
the lutermeut that friends were finally
obliged to restrain him by force and
escort him from the cemetery.
A few days later an acquaintance
called upon him to offer condolences.
"Ah," said the mourning husband,
"you tank Ay fed bad now? You sliould
see me at de grave; Ay always raise
hal at de grave!" Chicago Times-Herald.
,
"An allowance is something like a
bicycle."
"How so?"
"A man can put bis wife on it, but be
can't make ber stay on it." Chicago
Record.
RED HAIR A DEFORMITY.
K gut ilnl hy Suiiie of the Si nli li I'eople
H lib hlron Jli.likr.
In a tsketch of the estimate mankind
has put timu yellow and red hair, a
writer says that among some of tho
Highland chins red hair was regarded
with ho much aversion as to be con
sidered a positive deformity. An amus
ing instance of this is still kept lu
memory. A certain nobleman paid a
visit to an old Highlander, aud was in
troduced by him to his family, consist
ing of six tine, stalwart sons. The
nobleman, however, happened to be
aware that there were seven, and in
quired after the absent member. The
old uiau sorrowfully gave him to un
derstand that an afiietive dispensation
of Providence had rendered the sev
enth unlit to be introduced in com
pany. "Ah, my poor fellow," said the
sympathizing visitor, "I see some
mental infirmity!" "On the contrary,"
replied the father, "he is by far the
cleverest of the family there is noth
ing the matter with his miud."
"Oh, then, by all means, let me see
film," said the nobleman aud while the
old man went in quest of the unpre
sentable youth, he prepared a kind
word for the cripple, whom he ex
pected to be produced. To his aston
ishment, however, the father returned,
followed by a fine, tall, handsome,
young fellow, by far the most prepos
sessing of the family. "Excuse me,"
stammered the nobleman, "but I iu
fact I see nothing the matter with
him."
"Nothing the matter with him!"
mournfully exclaimed the alllicted
parent; "nothing the matter with him!
Iook at his hair!"
The nobleman looked; sure enough,
his hair was red!
"Ah, that explains," he readily ex
claimed to tiie relief of the youth, "the
reason why he Is by far the cleverest
of the family."
An explanation of the origin of this
bitter aversion may be found in some
quarrel between the different clans,
since there were clans in which red
hair predominated. Chicago Inter
Ocean. LEGAL FEES.
A Lawyi-r Vnitl llinittelf at a Stimulus to
i'raiiNMt-t IIU Own IttiHineHN.
A would-be client once wrote to Tar
sons, the Americau advocate, stating
a case for his opinion, and inclosing a
.fl!0 note. The other did not reply;
whereiUMin the man wrote a second let- j
tor. Then Parsons answered that he
had road 1 he case and formed his
opinion, but somehow or other "it
stuck in his throat." Whereupon, the
man, perceiving what was amiss, in
closed a .$100 note, and got the opinion.
Nobody does anything well for noth
ing, and certainly not a lawyer. Lord
Mansfield was so , sensible of this
that when, on one occasion, he had to
attend to some professional business
of his own, he took some guineas out
of his purse and put them into his
waistcoat pocket to give him the re
quisite stimulus. Sir Anthony Malone,
an Irish Attorney General, was so im- i
prudent as to omit tills precaution,
and, as Mr. Croake James informs us,
was grievously punished for it, for he
was so inattentive as regards some
property he bought for himself that he
lost 3,000 a year by it. In future he
caused his clerk to make an abstract
of the title deeds of any property he
bought, and lay it before him with a
fee of 5 guineas, properly indorsed,
which t lie clerk was scrupulously to
account for, after which Sir Anthony
made no more mistakes, ns regarded,
at least, his own affairs. London Il
lustrated News.
Iluw lie rroponed.
"The best 'dinner yam that I ever
hoard," observed a woman at a Boston
dinner party recently, "was the story
of the young man who was much in
love with a certain young woman, but
hadn't the courage to tell her so. One
sveuing they were dining out together,
and it so happened that a hated rival
took tiie girl to dinner. The rival's
manner made the bashful lover suspect
that Ihe rival intended to propose to
the girl that very evening. As the din
ner progressed the lover became abso
lutely sure of this, and, spurred on by
necessity, he resolved to put his own
fortune to lest, and at once. Tearing
a leaf from his notebook he according
ly scribbled a line or two, folded it,
and gave It to the nearest servant with
a 'Hand lhat to the lady in blue.'
(There was fortunately but one such
nt the table, or matters might have
been complicated.) The girl received
the note, opened it, and read: 'Will
you be my wife?' followed by his
nnme. He had forgotten to send the
encil, however. But the girl was as
ready ns the man was lacking, and she
turning to the servant and said, calm
ly: 'Just tell the gentleman Yes.' "
New York Commercial Advertiser.
Mr. Nansen' Carrier I'lRcon.
Mrs. Nansen, wife of the famous
Arctic explorer, is the owner of a re
markable carrier pigeon which, af
ter being away from Its home for
nearly two years, winged its way back
aver a thousand miles of frozen waste
and yet another thousand of ocean and
frost and plain. Under its shining
white wing it brought a note from
Nansen, telling his wife that he waa
well and tbe expedition was doing
flnely.-Tid-BiU.
A II ii utter.
Rozenhcimcr How did you come to
glf your gonsendt to young Swarti's
request for your daughter's bandt? He
has uoddings.
Old Swindlebaum Yen he asks for
her undt I tells him she lsb only a
schoolgirl be says: "Yase, but I
came early to avoid der rash." Vat
could I do but glf her to a young Teller
rat lsb such a hustler ash Oft T New
tork Journal.
A STRANGE CASE.
A Voiiiik Clil. Suiia-1 to Hit re lllrd, Re
turn lu Life Tulally lllliiil.
Ethel Oilllam, young girl living In
Portland is the subject of close atten
tion ou the part of doctors and others
as the result of remarkable powers de
veloped since her equally as remark
able resuscitation from supposed,
death.
Ethel was taken suddenly ill. At the
time she was an apparently strong, ro
bust, healthy girl, with every faculty
alert. After a long illness she died, so
it was thought. The body was coif,
and clammy and soon became rigid.
She was placed in a casket and all ar
rangements made to consign the re
mains to the earth.
A glass case was over the face of
the child, and about an hour before
the services, while the heart-broken
mother was taking her last look at the
face, she saw the eyes oien as If from
a deep sleep. The cover was only
laid on the casket. The mother re
moved it aud the child at once sat up,
and in a pained voice said: "Oh,
mamma, I wish you had not recalled
me. But why Is everything so black?
Why do you not light the lamp?"
An examination then showed that
the child was totally blind,, though
every other faculty was perfect. Al
though bliud she seemed endowed with
a wonderful power that enabled her to
read and see by the sense of touch
alone. She told her parents that she
had been iu heaven and had seen
Jesus and the angels and many friends
who had gone before.
Siie can read by passing her fingers
over the printed or written page, and
can describe persons whose pictures
were handed to her. The latter power
was first discovered by a photograph
er. The sick girl was hauded a watch,
and she told that it was a gold watch
aud the time of day by passing her
fingers over the glass.
To make sure that her power was
genuine a paper was held between her
face and a photograph, and she de-.
scribed the picture perfectly as that
of an old gentleman with gray whisk
ers, wearing a dark suit and a cravat.
She read from books and papers hand
ed to her by the use of her fingers.
San Francisco Chronicle. .
The Fly hikI the m1hoi .
Many Kentucky people who have
seen the wonderful work of Carl G.
von Schooler, the Kuttawa engraver,
will testify to the truth of this story,
told in The Paducah News, though It
will sound much like a pipe dream to
the uninitiated: "A house fly went off
with a pair of scissors at Kuttawa a
few weeks ago. This sounds strange,
esiH'cially when it is added that the
fly was just a common, everyday speci
men of that domestic pest. In that re
spect, however, the fly differed from
the shears. The scissors were among
the wonderful minute tools intended
for the cherrj'-stoue work-basket made
by C. G. von Schooler, the engraver.
Although so small that their outline
could uot be distinguished by the ordi
nary eye, they were perfect in size and
mechanism, it being possible to cut hu
man hair aud cobwebs with their tiny
steel blades. It took several days of
Mr. von Schooler's time to produce
them, too.
The scissors lay on the carver's
work-table. The fly started across
the table. His legs became entangled
with the scissors, and lie took flight.
The shears were so light that the in
sect moved away with ease before
Mr. von Schooler , could rescue his
precious little prize. Tbe fly has not
been seen siuce. Neither have the scis
sors. The former owner of the scis
sors says the fly is at home cutting out
a new pair of light trowscrs for sum
mer use.'" Louisville Courier Journal.
Iluw Dead Horses Are Useful.
The body of a dead horse Is put to
a great variety of uses. .
The leg bones, which are very hard
and white, are used for handles of
pocket and table cutlery.
From the tail and mane are made
the horsehair cloth for furniture cov
ers, while the ribs and head are
burned to make bone-black, the vapors
arising being condensed and forming
the chief source of ammonia.
The short hair taken from the hide
is used to stuff cushions and horse
collars, and the hide itself furnishes a
waterproof leather known to the trade
as cordovan, and is used for the manu
facture of high-class hunting and wad
ing boots.
The hoofs of the animal are removed,
aud after being boiled to extract tbe
oil from them, the horny substance is
sold to the manufacturers of combs
and fancy toothpicks.
The Pneunit-tophor.
A highly ingenious apparatus called
die "pneumetophor" has been Invent
ed at Vienna. Its object is to enable
miuers, firemen and others to breathe
without difficulty when surrounded by
after damp, smoke from flres, or other
noxious fumes. In Its satchel ready
for use, It weighs only four kilo
grammes, furnishes - sufficient air for
a period of three-quarters of an hour,
and has been subjected to severe tests
by the Vienna fire department and in
Silesian coal mines, with the utmost
success. Chicago Inter-Ocean.
The Children'! Musical.
The children were discussing a pos
sible musical entertainment for char
ity. "We can't make It pay," said Jennie.
"Why, I heard mamma say these sing
ers get At hundred dollars for an af-
temoont"
"Bosh! Nooaeaael" said Pelly. "I
know a hand-organ naa that'll ylay
tor an hour for twenty-Art cants, and
throw la a monkey!"-Harnef Bea
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