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' 1 The new sewage disposal scheme of a German chemist Erich Springborn, U the conversion of the solid matter Into blocks for fuel. Thin fuel Is re ported to be smokelesg and to burn without disagreeable odor, and the cost of the process would be covered by the Male of the blocks at a moderate price for burning under teaiii boilers. . The. sewage Is so thoroughly sterilized that the liquid portion can be safely dis charged Into any river. Some Interesting additions to our knowledge, not only of geography but of anthropology, may be expected from the expedition of W. Fitzhugb White liouse, an American, and Iord Uiudlip, an Englishman, Into Abyssinia and the regions of the Upper Nile. Among the curious places to be explored Is the dis trict of Wain mo, reputed to be Infested will devils. Mr. Wbltebouse Intends to spend a month In Walamo with the Intention of discovering the reason why the natives of the country believe that it Is itossessed by demons. Father Schrelber, of the llaynald Ob servatory, ut Kalocsa, Hungary, has Invented an electric apparatus for re cording dlstaut thunder storms. An electric wave, set In motion by a flash of lightning, Is registered by a detector resembling In Its actiou that used In the Marconi telegraph system. The Impulse Is communicated to a pen con nected with a disk moved by clock work, and when the pen makes Its rec ord a bell Is rung whose vibration re sets the cobeher. Storms raging Invis ibly twenty miles away are thus re corded, and on one occasion, on n bright day, the apparatus made known the prevalence of a violent storm In Budapest, sixty-eight miles distant. An example of the dramatic effects In which nature seems sometimes to Indulge Is furnished by Professor Hugo De Vries' description, In a recent lec ture on the mutation of species, of the appearance sometimes presented by the large-flowered evening primrose In Holland. This plant was Introduced Into Holland from America about a hundred years ago, and has now es caped from cultivation. The plant at tains a height of live feet or more, and Is thickly covered with flowers, whose size and brilliant color attract Imme diate attention, even from a distance. The flowers open shortly before sun set, "and this so suddenly," says Pro fiwior De Vries, "that it seems ns If a magic wand had touched the land and covered It with a golden sheet!" The biological stations of the New England coast has solved the problem of lobster culture. Several thousand of the young fry are put Into a cylin drical scrim bag about three feet In llameter and four feet deep, and the water in the submerged bag Is con stantly agitated by a dasher driven by a gnao.Uue entitle. This prevents the fry from smothering or devouring one -:iuottier, at the same time keeping theli food of soft clam fragments within reach. In nine to sixteen days from the eggs the creatures are able to take care of themselves, this stage being reached by sixteen to more than forty per cent of tlie try, niihongii i pre vious experiment bad one per cent of survivors. The lisli hatcheries can now save the lobster Industry. STARTING A NEW FAD. Girl Jtint Returned from Kurope Car ried a Nutmeg. She had Just returned from Europe, bedecked with any number of little trinkets alio wouldn't have dreamed of wearing before taking a trip abroad. In all this wealth of strange adorn ment there was oue ornament that ap pealed with especial force to ttie curi osity of the visitor. This unliiue dec oration was a little ball, oblong in shape and grayish-brown In color. It was partially Incased In gold fili gree work and was worn suspended from the belt by a tiny gold chain. There was a gold pin at one end ol ils chain, and every little while the Klrl from Europe would unharness the trinket and apply It to her nostrils with deep whiffs of satisfaction. The vis itor watched this pantomime for sev eral minutes with growing Interest, and finally, after nn unusually pro longed Inhalation, she said: "I do wish you'd tell me what that thing Is." The girl from Europe laughed. "I was looking fvr you to ask that," she said "I was trying to arouse your curiosity, lleie, take a whiff yourself and see If you recognize the perfume." The visitor raised the little ball to the tip of her own noxe and drew sev eral long breaths. 'Why," she said, "It smells for all the world like a nut meg." "And that's Just what It Is," said the . girl from Europe. The visitor sat down In a state of collapse. "Vow don't mean to say," she Interrogated, "that they are wear ing nutmegs over In Europe?" "Well, no," returned the girl from Europe. "They're not exactly wear ing tbeni In loads, but they do have them. Tbcy are rather exclusive as yet The fact Is I dm reviving an old custom. I always did have a knack, you know, of doing odd things. When I go Into strange places I don't go mooning around In a sleepy kind of way, but I keep my eyes and ears open, and tbe consequence Is I see and hear a good many things In tho course of a week tbat other people wouldn't find out In a lifetime. One of the things I discovered In England was the old nutmeg custom. There are a number of tbem In museums ibrt wore used by one ladle of past genera- tioos. Those nutmegs were Incased In gold, Just like this, but the casing were set with Jewels and were natural ly very explosive. "I haven't the Jewels, but I've got the uutmeg and the gold filigree for a starter, and when I go around taking refreshing whiffs at this fragrant lit tle knob I feel as If I had been Just resurrected from a seventeenth-century mausoleum and was tickling my senses with the odor of a nutmeg of long ago. I always did like the smell of nutmeg, anyway, even in custards and apple pie. I knew a number of people In England this summer who followed my lead by coming home with gold nutmegs." ----- The visitor returned the gold case with Its 5-cent ball of perfume. "Well," she said, "of all the fads I ever heard of that Is the most ridicu lous. Do you suppose It will take?" "Quite likely," said the girl from Europe, according to the New York Times. "History has already repeat ed herself In all other customs, and I'm doing all I can to push the nut meg craze along." UPTON'S FAITHFUL SALESMAN. Ills Persistency in Making- a Sale Waa Suitably Rewarded. Sir Thomas Upton, the famous yachtsman, and head of what Is psob nbly the largest retail provision busi ness in Great Brltaaln, Is one of those men who believe In personally keeping an eye on their employes. To this end, when in London, be oft en pays a surprise visit to one or an other of his large establishments, and departments, noticing everything but saying very little. As might be expected, among the many thousands of men and women whom he employs there are some who, never having seen the head of the firm, possess but a very hazy notion of his personal appearance. Sir Thomas chanced upon one of these a week or two ago, and fpr a few minutes the bystanders enjoyed a little quiet fun. This particular clerk was in charge of one of the cheese-counters at one of Upton's huge establishments In the city. Seeing a gentleman about to leave the shop without having made a purchase, he Immediately seized upon the supposed customer and began to extol the virtues of "Llptou's cheese." Sir Thomas, for It was no other than he, listened with well-concealed amusement for a few moments and even went the length of tasting sev eral samples. Then he tried to shake off the assistant by saying that he was not requiring any cheese "Just at pres ent." Hut. the clerk was not to be got rid of so easily; and, before his employer quite realized what had happened, he had paid for a pound of his own cheese, and the assistant was Inquir ing to what address it should be sent. The young man's amazement, when he realized the Identity of his customer, made his fellow assistants roar with laughter. Hut a few days later the laugh was on the other side, for Sir 'i'homas, ever quick to reeogulze and reward merit, Instructed the cashier to give the persistent clerk a substan tial Increase In salary. Saturday even ing Post "A Poor llelut Ion." John Kellerd, well known to dra matic fame, was once playing an en gagement with the late Sol Smith Uus scll In "The Tale of a Coat." In the play Kellerd hud occasion to wear a handsome frock coat which for its cloth and cut was the admiration of the com pany, Including the star-manager. Soon afterward ltuxscll made a re vival of "A Poor Belution," und about that time occurred the death of Bouel cault, the writer. Hussell was Invited to be one of the pallbearers at the fu neral, and as he happened not to have a suitable coat for the occasion with him, nod there was not sufficient tltm to have one made, he sent a note to Kel lerd explaining his need and asking for t lie use of his frock coat A postscript to the request read: "By the way, you needn't mention the fact that I'm wear ing your coat." Kellerd's coat served Its purpose, and was returned to the owner the follow ing day with a quaint note of thanks, which ended: "And pleuse don't tell the Tale of your Coat. (Signed) Sol Smith Hussell A Poor nidation." New York Clipper. Discovered. "It's a plot" said Mr. illy kins, as he crumpled the paper and threw It on the floor. "It's another scheme of monopo ly to fusten 4he yoke of power on tho people." ' "What are you talking about?" asked his wife. "This beef monopoly. I aavc detect ed the dastardly plot. It's part of u gi gantic conspiracy. They are going to make meat so expensive that nobody can buy It." "Well, dear, we won't starve. We can eat vegetables." "There you are. They'll make us all herbivorous. They'll deny us the ani mal food which makes people energetic and resentful. They'll keep us on a vegetable diet until we're so patient and good nat u red that we won't kick at anything they want to do!" Washing ton Star. Plenty of Work for the Club. "What does the society which you have Just Joined And to do?" asked Mrs. Blz.le's husband. "A great deal," was the answer. "Aft er we get an organization established the question of other people's eligibility to membership gives ns nil tho work we can jiosslhly attend to." Washing ton Star. A man told three lies this morning to save a dollar, and then put up the money. DESCENDANT Of GEORGE IV. The reported marriage of Mrs. Lucy Ord Mason of Washington, D. C, to Walter A. Donaldson fulfills the ro mantic necessities which seems to fol low the matrimonial contracts of the Ord family. Mrs. Mason Is the daugh ter of Gen. Ord of the United States army, whose retirement made way for Gen. Miles to become the commander of the army. Her family is of romantic origin. On December 21, 178o, Oorge IV.. then Prince of Wales, married Mrs. Maria Fitz Herbert, by whom he had three children, the oldest a boy. The then Prince of Wales was so fascinated by the beautiful widow that he did not go through the left-handed form of the morganatic marriage. The British Parliament by solemn act de clared It Invalid and declared that the offspring should In no wise Inherit the royal dignities of their father even uu der the bar sinister. The oldest boy was brought to this country and entered at Georgetown college as a student. An old Jesuit father was his guardian and the bay received costly presents from "an il lustrious Englishman" on his birthday, at Christmas and on other occasions. He was entered on the rolls of the col lege as James C. Ord and afterward entered the navy and was then trans ferred to the army of the United States He settled lu Maryland, married, and was the father of eleven sons. One of them, Gen. E. O. C. Ord, was famous as an officer during the civil war. Miss Lucy Ord was a brilliant belle She followed the romantic Instincts of her family and ber first marriage to Lieut. Sanford B. Mason was a run away match, although the parents on either side were opposed to It. All the Ords have contracted their marital engagements In some odd man ner. The last scion of the bouse was that Lieut Ord who fell ou the crest of San Juan hill Just as the American colors were victoriously planted there. Mrs. Mason's marriage to Walter A. Donaldson Is delayed because she re ceives a small pension from the govern ment and It will cease Immediately up ou her marriage. Her salary as a clerk- In the War Department will also ter minate. Mrs. Mason has three daughters by her first husband, says the New York World, and notwithstanding the bril liant record in the nrmy of her father and grandfathers and brother and the fact that her first husband lost his life In the Sioux campaign she received only the pittance of $50 per month on which to educate and rear these girls. She received a promotion to $00 per mouth the day ber engagement to Mr, Donaldson was announced. AN INGENIOUS FAN. Man wastes lots of time and energy fortifying himself against the powers of heat. Here is an apparatus, the cre ation of some man's ingenuity, bearing toward that end. It is a spring nytor attached to a chair, and when In operation it pro duces a delightful cooling breeze; but little exertion is necessary in producing the breeze. This fan has no connection with any external motive force, but is complete In Itself, having a spring motor located A JtEW-F ANGLED COOLER. Inside tbe casing, which runs the fan by means of the endless cable leading over the pulleys at the Joint of the ver tical and horleoutal supports. The fan Itself Is not very large, but tbe slight movement of air will serve the purpose If the person In the chair Is keeping quiet. Tho fan Is shown attached to a dining chair, the horizontal arm being adjust ed to throw tho breeze in a nearly ver tical direction, to strike the bead and shoulders of a person sitting In the chair. When the fan Is not In use this arm folds over tbe back and down against the motor casing. Moses Otten helmer, of Baltimore, Is the patentee. Htm Had Hern "Him." "By dear, how well and happy you look; your very walk Is an exaltation of youth and health and happiness." "Is it?" smiled the girl. "Well, It ought to be; I have Just seen him." "But I thought Arthur was now In Portland," said the first speaker, re ferring to the girl's n Ilia need. "Arthur Is In Portland," returned tbe girl, "My wild spirits and exuberant youth are duo to another man's Influ ence on me no, don't look shocked. If you ever wore tight patent leather ties, you'd know that there's a certain brand of Joy that only a chiropodist can measure out." New York Even ing Sun. THE GUILTY IMN a HE bad nerved herself to meet f ber father. She glanced in the mirror, and saw how pale she was. Her father would be paie, ioo, but how different his pallor from her own his pallor like none other in the world. A shiver passed over her. Did she love her father? .But anger went out to him, not her love. Her love was for Jack, and he could never be anything to her. Last night she had written to Jack and told liiiu the truth, and tbe truth would separate them forever. She was the daughter of a thief! ' What uselessness it had been for her mother to move hundreds of miles from the old home. It had been done for the husband, not for the daughter. For the (laughter there had been a half year's residence In the new place, and a learn ing to love a man whom she had last night declined to marry. Her father had wrought this unbapplness as he had wrought so much more. What grief had her father not wrought? The day be went to prison for the defalcation In the bank where he had been cashier and her mother's father's manager, bad not ber mother's father fallen dead? The world bad said the old banker could not stand the disgrace. And what more? Had not her mother's mother, always an Invalid, been stricken by ber husband's death, and never been told of her son-in-law's crime? There had been a mass of de ception, the poor, feeble woman being led to believe that her daughter's bus band, whom she loved as a son, had gone away on business, and letters written in his prison cell had been read to ber, and they told her of a great prosperity in the West, with a cheerful ness that was appalling. Yes, the girl almost hated her fattier as she thought over the events of the past four years. And yet would she have hated him save for Jack? She pressed her hands fiercely to her eyes. Suddenly she started. There was a step on the stairs. Her mother was bringing her father up to her. How should she meet him? Had It not been for Jack she knew how she should have met blrn. But her father had forced Jack from her. The steps ascending the stairs stopped. There was a cough outside the library door. She knew the sharp little cough. She used to fly to meet her father four years back when she heard that little cough In the ball in the dear old home. Now she did not move from the chair she sat in. She heard a voice outside the door her mother urging her father to enter the room. Then the handle of the door turned ond tier mother led In a strange ly aged man. The girl arose. Her father stood be fore her, expectancy written on his face. She went slowly to him and held her forehead up to his lips. Her moth er looked angrily at her, but she went back to her scat and caught up some sewing. "Annie," said the mother sharply, "is this the way to meet your father? Do you know that all that has occurred has been more to me than to any one else lu the world? And yet I forgive because I love. And you who have a lover?" "I have no lover," coldly Interrupted the girl. "I couldn't deceive him any longer. I wrote him last night. I told hlui the truth and that I would not marry him." "Ah!" said the mother, "now I un derstand!" She turned to her husband. "Murk, do not mind, dear. You have me, and I shall never fall you. Have I ever failed you? What Is done Is done. It Is all wiped away. It Is only remem bered by your daughter, not by me, and you are as much to me after all the mis takes and sufferings as the day when I stood by your side and vowed to be a loving and true wife till God should part us In death. We always spoke of you. mother and I." "Your mother," his dry lips said, "where Is she?" His wife caught his hand. "Dear," she said, "can you bear a little more?" He looked at her. "Auule," she said, sternly, "get me those letters." The girl went and took from the book case a packet, which she brought to her mother. "My letters to your mother," the man's lips seemed to say, "and unop ened." His wife fondled his hand. "It was only a few mouths ago," she said. "I could not tell you the truth any more than I could tell her. The truth would have made you uuliappier, and I wished to tell you myself. She loved you as she loved nie. One morn ing one of your letters came, and until I could read It to her she asked nie to let her hold It. An hour Inter we found her with the letter held up to her heart and she was very white aud quiet. There had been no struggle whatever, no n In. We laid her beside father, iiom she never ceased grieving for and who had given her every comfort In life, even when I am sure he could hardly afford the extravagances order ed by her physicians. It Is all over, and happily over for both of them, dear, and you were always kind and good to them." A low, long sigh broke from tbe man. I'heii silence fell, the sound of tram ells In the street enme distinctly to .item, and the ticking of the clock on ie mantle was strangely loud. There was a nuiveuicnt on the part of Annie. She rose and came and kneeled beside her father's chair. "Father," she said, "you must for give me. I am not very happy. I do not mean to be hard, but I can't go back from my reasoning. You have not only mother, but you have me also. I will do what I can. I am sure you know that, aud after a while you will not miss anything In nie." - - "Go back to your seat," commanded her mother. "Do you know that you are In the presence of a broken heart ; Doesn't your father accuse himself of mere than you accuse him of? v'ho are you, with your paltry love troubles, to come to him in a time like this?" "Hush, Mary!" said her husband. "Hush!" The silence fell again. Annie sat alone. She was apart from everything. There was no love for her anymore. Her father had expiated bis sin in the eyes of the world. In ber heart the sin that had been bis still lived. For there was Jack, and she had given him up because of her father's guilt. There was a narrowing of the radius. No matter for Jack If her father were only an innocent man. Love surely created a desire for purity, for, since sh- had learned to love Jack, her father's sin had grown and grown upon her, and before that the sin had been tempered by her pitying love aud her prayers for heaven's forgiveness. The daughter of a thief! Oh, why had she met Jack? Why had she al lowed herself to care for him? Why had she let herself feel glad when she knew that he loved her? Why had she greatly desired that he should tell her that he had given his heart to ber and demanded her own In return? How many sadly confused questions did she put to herself as she sat there in the miserable silence, her mother and her father at a greater distance from her than they had ever been be fore, while she vainly tried to accuse her heart, and her daughterly affection of transgressing, even though Jack called through the silence that, but for her father's crime, she might have claimed woman's perfect happiness on earth. Her mother and her father apparent ly failed to realize how much she was going through. It was only her lack of response to their love that touched them. Her adoration of a man who might have been her husband was merely a foolishness of hers aud not to be placed in the same category with her duty as a daughter the daughter of a thief! That miserable word, that disgraceful word, would come upper most td her. But for Jack would this have been so? The daughter of a thief? There came a tap on the door, and It sounded on her ear like thunder. Her mother went to the door and opened it. "Mark," she said to her husband, "it is cook. She wishes to speak to me about dinner. We are going to have all the things you used to all the things you like, of course the servants know nothing, dear. You have been West, you know. The servants have only been with us since we moved here. Would you like to come downstairs, or will you stay here in the library?" "I will stay here," he said, in his hushed way, "Here." "Very well," returned his wife. "I shan't lie gone long. See, here is all the old furniture, all your books, Just as "you used to like them, and the pic tures." She leaned over and kissed lilm be fore she went out and closed the door behind her. Aunle was alone with her father. She heard him moving carefully around, taking up a book, only to lay it down again. Before the last picture he lin gered, making no sound, but looking at the face of the old bank manager who had fallen dead the duy his trust ed cashier und tils only daughter's hus band had gone to serve a sentence In prison. Annie could not see hi in, but she knew all that her father did. Her back was toward him, ns she leaned over her sewing, and her heart beat fast when he turned from the picture nt last and swiftly crossed the car pet. When his hand was laid upon her arm, she almost shrieked aloud. "Aunle!" snld her father's voice. It was a grim voice now, no quaver of doubt In It, and It forced her like a command she dared not disobey. She rose from her seat and faced him. Despite the physical changes In him she saw liefore her his old self strong, not uubrave, not disloyal, uot a crim inal. "You have given up your lover," be went on rapidly. "You have given him up because of me. Pay attention to me. I will tell you what I had hoped never to tell a living soul on earth. And I must speak before your mother comes back, for she must never know. Hut you must know, and the man who nsked you to lie his wife, ami whom you refused on account of me. I will go to him and I will tell him ns I tell you, that I have wrecked no life, that I hafv not wrecked my daughter's happiness. Do you hear me, I have not Interfered with your right to ho happy with the man you love. 1 have been adjudged a criminal. I have served a criminal's sentence. Hut I am an Inno cent mau, and" he turned and pointed to the picture of his wife's father "that man knew It I sacrificed not your mother, not you, but my own standing In society and the minds of men for tbe sake of my wife's father and bis Invalid wife." She gasped. She understood him, ant she trembled from head to foot "I would never have told you," he went on, "only that you gave up your life's happiness because of my disgrace. Your forfeited love for me would never have brought this confession, for what I did was done to save an old man and an old woman, who bad been as a mother to me. If nature could not make your love surmount my sbame, that love is of little account Your mother's father's sin made me a pris oner. It was he who took tbe money aud I tbe blame. I have proofs of all this, and I. am glad I never destroyed them, for I must show these proofs to the daughter whose lack of love makes my word of no account" "Father!" There was a quality In ber cry that told him more than many words. She sprang to bis arms, her heart held closely to bis. He was Innocent; be was innocent; and though her life's greatest love might be over and done. the man who asked ber to marry htm had not loved the daughter of a thief . There wag some one In the room, though neither of tbem heeded till tbe girl's name wag spoken by the new comer. "Jack!" she cried out, and clung tbe closer to her father. "Jack!" "You did not hear me knock," said he, "I came to tell you that I refuse to obey your note. You love me as I lore you, and you will be my wife. And, coming in here, I have heard what your father said to you. Your father will he not let me call him mine?" Her father's head was raised, and he looked deeply Into the young man's eyes. "Well, well!" said the bustling voice of the wife coming Into the library. "And Jack here! Mark, my dear. An nieMark, Is this the happy end of all your sadness and pain?" "Yes," said the "guilty man," as he placed the hand of his daughter Into that of the lover. "Yes." Spare Mo ments. A DRAMATIC MOMENT. Painful Ordeal for French General Reviewing Unatliah Troops. At the close of the Crimean war the Duke of Cambridge, who had taken command in tbe absence of Lord Rag lan, went In person to Marshal Canro bert to invite the French officer to re view tbe English troops. It had not occurred to his highness that the date fixed for the review was June 18, tbe .anniversary of Waterloo. Nor, Indeed, did Marshal Canrobert pay any heed to tbe date. At the time agreed upon Canrobert was on the ground in full parade uni form, accompanied by his staff. Tho English army was drawn up In long file; to the right, the Guards, with their long, hairy head-gear; then the High landers, with their feather-trimmed caps, their fdriuige costumes and their bagpipes, and with sounds stranger still; and last the infantry, with their tufted shakos and their red tunics with white gimp. The sun was beaming brightly, causing the arms to glisten, and the flags waving in tbe wind were all covered over with names embroid ered in gold. It was a superb spec tacle. The Duke of Cambridge asked the marshal to take the right of the line of battle, it was the Guards who occu pied it, and reviewing officers began to move along in front of their ranks. Min ing got level with the first battal ion, Canrobert saluted it. At the same moment the flag was lowered to return liis salute, and on the unfolded tissue he read, in large letters: "Hamillies, Malplaquet, Les Araplles. Vittoria, Waterloo." Those were precisely the most dlsas trousdaysof the history of France that Canrobert, a French general, was thus compelled to salute on the anniversary of Waterloo, In the midst of English generals who bad fought there. He was unable, do what he could, to repress the emotion that was choking him during that second: Cold shivers ran through his body; the hand with which he held his hat while saluting trembled like a dead leaf. Still, anxious to let nothing of all that appear, ho went on saluting, one after the other, down to the very last of them, the colors on which he could always read: "Les Araplles, Vittoria . .. . Water loo." As may be Imagined, Canrobert's emotion was all tho more powerful that he was constrained to keep It down. When It was all over he was obliged to pull himself together in or der to shake hands with the Duke of Cambridge, to tender him thanks, to offer him congratulations. Ills highness was far too quick-sighted not to have noticed what he bad gone through, and far too tactful to make the faintest allusion to It But from that day onward whenever French officers were Invited to review the English nrmy, the colors remained under cover, and neither Salut-Arnaud, Pcllsslcr, nor Canrobert had In the fu ture a similar ordeal to go through. Youth's Companion. The PUon to Show It. Tess -I suppose, she'll go to the moun tains this summer, as usual? Jess Oh, no. She has become quite plump and has developed a good figure. Tons Well? Jess Well, she'll go to the seashore, of course. Philadelphia Press. ' ' Other persons' love affairs begin to look like warmed over potatoes before the engagement In two weeks old. A woman can kiss a woman without knocking ber hat off. bat a man caa't. -4 s 1 . , i f tu 'f 'if 8 i If IN ' X 1 1. S ','1 4