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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.
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