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LOVE'S ERRAND. Bwltt tfirouRh tho ocean ot Silence co, Sprlto ynscen! Dire to tho echoic realtnB below; Xlndlo tlie depths with ft rudlance kcon; Then, like an arrowy pulse o! lire, Throb to the quivering utars mid higher Into the vault serene! lltk through the mystical orb ot Sleep; 1'auso to see, Bern ot the amorous twilight deep, Dreams, from their chrysalis slumber tree, Throning the shadowy close ot day, Wed with the lorellest, steal away, Speeding again to mo! John B. Tabb In thb Independents Expltrtrs Ml Mr Ways. Haw tho White Man Cains Victo ries Over the Untutored Savnge. A cnblo dispatch from Siorra Leono tho other day Bald that Sir Francis de Winton had won a decisive victory over tho Youine tribe in the interior, nnd that tho natives had been terri fied as much by tho electric lights as by tho puns of tho expedition. For signaling purposes at nicht and to 11 lummo his camp Sir Francis had pro vided a nitmbcrof electric lights raised on lofty polos. Tho native saw night turned into day, and tho inexplicable afohb Look nil tho ficht out of them. at is nearly Always the caso that when I tho white man, by some harmless ex pedioot, impresses savages with his puissanco and superiority hohasmoro than half conquered them beforo ho strikes a blow. For many years tho fierce Pahouin tribe on tho middle Ogowe River turn ed back every explorer who tried to enter their country. Pierre do Braz xa was tho first traveler thoy permit ted to ascend tho great river, and ho Kon their favor without a sinalo hos tile act. Ho sent word to the chief thut ho had some presents for him, and in this way got per mission to enter ono of tho frontier towns. Tho tattooed savages could hardly bcliovo their eyes that night as a great crowd grouped themselves around tho ex plorer and witnessed tho wonderful show ho had provided. Rockots, Ro man candles, whirligigs and many other wondors of the pyrotechnic art bewildered, delighted and astounded them. Tho feats lie performed with tho exploding bullet filled thorn with awe, and in his repeating rifio they eaw a wonderful weapon, which they wero euro ho could flro off forover without recharging. It was this night's work that opened tho great region of tho French Congo to Do Brazza and mado him famous as an explorer. It has been his prido that in all his travels ho never shot a na tive; but for all that gunpowder and fireworks wero tho foundation of his brilliant success. A good story is told of a whito man who was taken prisoner by an inland tribe in tho oarly days of tho Fiji sot tlcmcnts. His captors wero canni bals, and it made him very nervous when ho saw them start a tiro under a big uativo oven. Ho mado up his mind that it was all up with him un less ho convinced the savages that ho was a very superior boing. A happy thought struck him. IIo called for something to eat, and when food was placed before him ho used his jack knifo to cut It up. Every mouthful or two lio stuck tue point ot tne jack knifo into ono of his legs with such force that it stood erect. It was a cork leg, and tho natives looked on in astonishment and alarm as ho buried tho blade in it. After tho meal ho be gan to tako his leg off. This was too much for tho savages, and they scampered for the bush as thoy saw him turning his leg round and round. As he mounted his horse tho natives begun to gather again, but ho made a motion as if to unscrew his head, and the spectators fled in dismay, leaving him to find his way back to tho coast. When Joseph Thomson mado a great journey through Masailand a few years ago ho had a few tricks that puvo him a great reputation as a wizzard and helped him wonderfully on his" way. Ono trick ho always re served as a last resort and many times it procured food for his party from natives who had refused to sell him a sinclo fowl or a particle ot mam oc He had two teeth on a plate and his great trick was to show tho natives that tho whito man could re move his teeth. This wonderful feat usually accomplished tho desired re sult, but the Blount Kenia natives wanted a bigger show than he gave them. They insisted that if lie could remove two teeth he could extract the others also, and they demanded to see the entiro circus. Expostulation was of no avail. They told him to tako all his teeth out or starve, and he was glad to escape in the night from this inhospitable tribe. On tho way back to the coast Thomson was al most wholly destitute of goods to barter for food, but his reputation as a wizzard and a physician spread far and wido and by means of his tricks and medicines ho managed to get along. Most savages at first regard sleigbt-Sf-hand feats as evidence of super natural powers, but now and then they are sharp enough to think they are being duped. One day after Mr. - Martin had been performing some tricks for the amusement of a crowd of Wakwafi girls he told them he could do much more wonderful things. Holding up a fincer he assured them , if he cut it off a new finger would that at once grow on aeain. The girls laughed at him and told him ho lied. Suddenly one of them sprang forward and seizing one of, Martin's fingers cut it to the bone with a native knifo. She told him she meant to -take him ut his word, and that now she knew what he said was not true, for if he could not heal the wound she had made she was very sure he could not cause a new finger to grow. The magic lantern nag of late years been an endless source of amusement to many a savage audience. We can hardly imagine the surprise and delight which tho simplo minded natives have seen spread beforo them on a screen tho streets of London and Paris and many other wondors of civilization. Pictures of Niagara Falls, Alps and other wonders of nature do not make tho slightest impression upon tho un tutored minds; but give them glimpses of thoroughfares crowded with poopln and vehicles, show them tho lolly structures in which tho white men livo, and find Boldicrs and gay women clad in all tho colors ot tho rainbow, and they rond tho air with their exclama tions of astonishment and pleasure. In Ins last journeys Livingstone had a magic lantern; and soveral later travelers havo found this toy very usefulin helping them win tho friend ship of their new acquaintances. Dr. Junker found, during his many yoars in Central Africa, that he" could not introduce himself more favorably to tribes who had never before seen a wbito man than by playing on his accordcon. IIo never entered a now villago without first obtaining permis sion, and ho never failed to niako an impression, as ho marched in at tho head of his little caravan, making tho woods ring with tho liveliest molodios of his nativo land. Ho found many of these peoplo quick to catch an air, and probably scores of negroes in tho depths of Central Africa whom ho met are sun Humming Bomo oi mo loinest melodies of Europe. One of the most highly prized presents tho great King Mtesa over received wasahand-organ; and r. while ago a Mr. Coillard found on tho banks of tho Zambesi a nativo nueen who had a wheezy accordeon, over which sho ran her fingers with surprising agility, playing a curious medley of savage airs. A compass is ono of tho essential articles in an explorer's equipment and is an endless sourco of wonder and pleasure to many savages. In Africa tho compass is often regarded as a fetich which knows all things and unerringly shows tho whito man tho right road oven amid interminable forests. During tho recent travels of Jacques do Brazza, a youngor brother of tho moto celebrated explorer by that name, tho fame ol hw com pass spread far and widc,and tho con stant demands to scoit becamo so an noying that for a time tho explorer told tho natives that tho fetich was sick and had been put away in tho bottom of a box to get well. Mr. Mc Donald, a missionary South of Lako Nvassa, says ho has mado many friends by explaining tho mystories of his watch. Its works excite no great er surpriso than tho watch crystal among thoso who havo nover seen glass, and tho missionary describes tho amusing perplexity ot ono chiet who could not understand why ho was unable to touch tho watch hands which ho saw beforo him. Thero is a wonderful potency in tho mere crack of a riflo or rovolver among savages who havo nover seen firearms. When Dr. Ludwig Wolf dis covered a new water route to Central Africa along tho Sankuru River a while ago his littlo party would in all probability havo been massacred by tho Bassoimo Mino cannibals had not tho whito man given them a very ox alted opinion of his power by a single discargo of his revolver. One day Wolf learned that tho eavaces had decided to kill him and his comrades as the easio3t way to gain possession of tho whito man's trade goods. Their chiof refused to let tho party go on their way and told Wolf he had him In his power. The poor wretch hod nover heard of tho magical powors of tho shooting-iron, and seeing no lances or bows and arrows ho imagined tho visitors wero defence less." Whilo ho was insulting tho st ran cor. Wolf suddenly held his rovolver close to tho chiefs ear and discharged it. Tho insolent crowd was struck dumb with horror and the chief shiv ered from head to foot with fear. Alt or giving tho chief a few specimens of his ability ns a marksman, Wolf told tho astounded potentate that he was going to leave and tho whole tribe was apparently clad to cct rid of bo dan gerous a person. It is thus that trav elers have a great advantago over the most implacable tribes thoy meet, so long as thoy can give some novel exhi bition of power that is utterly inex plicable to the savage mind. Tho Aird River, in rsew uuinea, long re mained unexplored on account of the hostility of the natives at its mouth, but when Mr. Bevan entered this riv er last Spring these samesavages.who sallied out in their canoes to attack him, were so badly frightened by a-single blast from his steam whistle that they jumped overboard and swam for dear life to the shore. Captain Ever ill ran tho gauntlet of hostile savages for scores of miles on tho 1 ly River, New Guinea, keeping them out of ar row range by tooting his whistle, and Stanley ov the same moans last Sum mer sent hundreds of the iambuga natives scampering into the woods, leaving his party in peace to prepare and fortify the permanent camp, where his reserve fo'ree has since re mained awaiting the explorer's re turn from the Nile. It often happens, too, that snvages are disarmed ot hostile intentions if they become convinced that their visitors are friends ol ealler travelers who won their good will. Dr. Holub says that any well-disposed whito man can travel wherever ijivingstono went if the natives think he knew and loved that grand old hero. The fame of the powerful Bula Matari, as Stan ley is known in the Congo basin, has Bpread far and wide, and in a region he nover visited. Dr. Buchner a while ago completely turned the tide ol feel ing in his favor by shouting to a crowd of savaces who were hurling lances at his carriers thut ho was a friend of Bula Matari. When Mr. Romilly landed in Astrolabe Bay, New Guinea, the native advanced to attack him until ho uttered "the mag ic name of Miklucho Maclay," and then the word passed from one to an other that the stranger was their good friend's brother and they give him a friendly reception. Two years ago the missionaries in Metabeleland, in South America, adopted an unusual plan for attract ing audiences to their services. They had ceased to be a novelty, and their talks were poorly attended. As they went to the place of meeting thoy would shoot game on tho way, and whilo one ot them expounded the Biblo tho others built fires under trees and cooked tho meat for distribution anion? tho congregation. As long as tho provender held out they were suro of a good audience. C. C. Adams, Animals Have Language. Gentleman's Magazine. The intellectual superiority ot civil ized man over his savage brethren is due to the greater multiplicity of his objects el thought, and precisely so is it with tho intellectual superiority of tho savage man over Simian ances tors. Tho actions of all havo tho same aim, viz., tho supplying of tho wants of physical nature and the gratifying of the desires aroused In the mind. Tho old theory that speech was altogether limited to tho human raco has now to bo given up onco and for all, for BUch a statement cannot stand against the scientific evidenco brought lorwaru to oppose it irom an quarters. Lanauago is but a product of reflec tion and experience, and originated, in all probability, in interjection or tho instinctivo expression of tho sub jectivo impressions derived from external nature; and just as the re flectivo powers of tho raco wero de veloped and shown moro brilliantly as each Btage In the evolutionary march of intollect was passed, so did lancuago pass from the simplo mono syllabic cries of tho lower animals and savago men to the complex dialects of modern civilization; and it is worthy of note that at tho present day, or at. least very recently, thero woro races of savago men inhabiting tho earth who possessed no proper language at all, and could not, on account of their manner of hving,bo placed on a higher intellectual level than tho higher apes; while wo have tho authority of tho leading philologists oi tho day in sup port ot the fact'that tho monosyllabic crios of some ot tho lower human tribes aro well within the grasp ol tho apo's voice. Travelers whose veracity and abili ty cannot bo impugned have described long conforence3 hold by monkeys, whoro ono individual addressed the assembly at great length, fixing tho attention of all upon himself and quelling every disturbance by a loud and harsh cry, which wa3 at onco recognized and obeyed by tho multitude; and wo need no traveler to point out to us tho many notes of call and recocnition possess ed by birds of all kinds, who thor oughly well understand each othor's expressions, and, moreover, aro able to produce quite a string of different notes consecutively, and without any hesitation. In fact tho organ of voico in soma of the lower animals far ex ceeds in power that of somo tribes of tho human family. The Eunhonia musica of tho East Indies can perform tho seven notes in tho scale; tho chaffinch not only sings real songs, but invents them, ono of his soncs containing as many as fivo lone strophes, whilo the soncs of many savage races ot men nover run to half that length, and when, Cook visited the Fiji archipelago tho nativo women could only sing from la to mi. Asia appears to havo been tho birthplace of stringed instruments, no Southern tribes ever having been discovered using such musical appli ances. We see, therefore, a gradual improvement taking place in vocal apparatus as wo riso in tho animal scale, which results in speech and sonc. and, indirectly, in instrumental music of various degrees; and wo find fresh proof that thero is as wide a dif ference between the developement of civilized European and tho savage man as between that of the savaga man and his brute ancestry. THE MAIL GARRjER'S STORY. Albany Evening Journal. Wo were gathered round the stove in tho littlo station of tho frontier town of S , waiting for tho mid night express. Tho wind howled dis mally among the branches of the old elm behind tho station and tho hard flakes of snow rattled against the panes in a way suggestive o cold weather. Suddenly we heard a tremendous stamping on tho platform outside, the door opened and a sturdy-looking fellow entered with a lantern and a couple of mail bags. Ho woro a heavy army overcoat and long riding boots, at the heels of which jingled an ugly looking pair ot Mexican spurs. On the front of his bluo cap, which was held down by a heavy mu filer, was a metal band, on which were stamp- said tho sad- A Western Courtship. "When I was a young man," tho politician, "I traveled in southwest considerably, selling dies, etc, On one of my trips I stop ped over night yi a settlers cabin in Southeast Missouri. Tho settler and his wife were mighty cordial, gave mo tho best they had and made me wel. como to a bunk on tho floor with them. The oldest daughter was 10 or 17 years old and a perfect beauty for her situation. She was tho kind oi a girl a novelist would break his neck to get hold of for a heroine. She'd be very picturesque and pleasing in a book, but I shudder when I think of her in real life. Sho took quite a Bhine to mo ana oetoro we lam uown buo had told mo nearly every thing she ever heard. A heavy rain fell during the night, and as the roads had been heavy before, they were not passable the next morning. So I had to stay at the cabin. The girl was very attentive for the three days I was there, and on the evening of tiie last day sho said: 'Say, is you uns married?' I told her 'no,' and want ed to know why she asked. 'Well, if vou uns ain't,' she said, 'we uns might eet spliced. The sneaker paused to allow his hearers time to break all their but tons, and then proceeded: "Her father approved heartily of the plan. 'Iv'e been wishing you uns would hitch ever since I seen you uns.' he said, and the whole family was so concratulatory that I was afraid to decline. 1 pretended to accept, and offered to ride to the meetinc-house about 20 miles away and get the preacher. They laughed at the idea. We uns can marry ourselves by kiss ing over a candle,' the girl said. I in sisted on the preacher, and after a long urgument got my horse out to tide for him. Just as I was about to mount the girl came out of the cabin arrayed to go with me. That was too much. I mounted in a hnrry.laid a Bwitch to the horse's flanks and rodo off at the top of the horee's speed. I have never seen the charmer since. St. Louis Post-Dispatch. ed tho words "U. S. Mail" in largo letters. "Well," ho Bald, throwing the snow covered mail bags down in a corner, blowing out his lantern and coming over to the stove, "I guess you gents Ml havo a long wait; they jest tele graphed up from Julesburg that the train is an hour late and on account of the snow driltin' so I don't imagine we'll 8eo her short of two hours." Hero was a pretty fix. Finally one of our number, a short man dressed in buckskin, who sat behind the stove proposed that wo "tell yarns." To this all agreed, and ho began with a mining adventure. When eacli had spun his yarn and there was still no sign of tho train, tho man in buckskin turned half around and said to the mail carrier, who sat quietly smoking behind him, and who "had taken no part in tho proceedings, "I say, Jim, tell tho gentlemen about your little discussion with French Pete." After much persuasion tho mail car rier, who must havo been six-feet-two m his stockings, recharged his pipe and began: "I've carried mails between tho towns around hero for something liko ten years. My story lays in tho win ter of '70 in January, about tho 10th I think. One night, an awful cold night, tho postmaster of ftaramio I was runnin' between Fort Laramio and Doadwood -says to me, 'Now, Jim, I got some important mail to night, and yo want to bo mighty keer ful of it.' " 'All right,' says I, and takin' the mail bags, 1 slung 'em in their usual place across thesaddlo and Btartedon my journey.a matter of 00 mile or so. "I was jest gettiu' into the open country when I heard some body call 'Jim, Jim Fentonl' I reined in and a feller I knew came up and said kinder low, 'Jim, ye want to watch yer3elf mighty eloiie.' French Pete got away agin last night, and I'm pretty sure he knows yo've got vallyble mail f heard my self thefc ye had $40,000 in bonds for Col. F. at Deadwood. So bo kinder keerful to have them seven shooteid of vourn ready for 'mergin- cy-' " 'All risht, Fred,' says I, 'much obliged to ye.' I must own as this bit of news mado me feel very squeamish, and 1 took partic'lar care to see that my pistols was in trim for 'mmediato use l had a pair ot navies, seven Hhooters, as long as yer forearm, reg' lar beauties, and I was a pretty fair shot. I've put nine out of ten shots into a playin' card (only way I ever use 'em) at 100 yards: French Pete was a what we call a road agent, and he'd done some pretty ticklish stealin' on that very road, llo'd been cap tured two or three days previous, and accordin' to what Fred Jones had told me was loose agin he never could bo hold on to when ho was catched so, as I said, I lelt kind er cur us. to say tho least, lie u been described to mo as tall, with piercin' black eyes and a long llowin' beard, as quick as a cat, and with a deep, gruff voice. I'd nover seed him but I'd seed his boss, a little black mare with whito feet and nose and a white star on her forehead. I felt a little more oneasy at tho idea of his bavin' his eye on mo and my vallyblo mail. So I jest made up my mind to keep away from any horsemen that I might see layin' around loose. "Well, after I cot out on tho open prairie tho wind, which was kinder held back by the buildincs, at Lara mie, struck mo full force. You call this a hard wind, do yer? Well, ye'd oughter ha' seed that wind my landl this is only a zeffer. Anyhow, it did blow fearful hard, drivin' the small frozen bits of snow into my face like so many needles. "By midnight tho wind all went down till thero was scarcely a breath, and tho moon camo out white and full, till it was 'most like daylight. "Suddenly, I heard a horse's foot steps, clickin' on the frozen ground. Mv heart iumped into mv mouth and 1 turned around pretty lively I tell ye, and I see quite a piece back up the road a feller on hossback, comin' aft er me at a pietty still rate. "I put the spurs into my littlo sor rel and took out one of my pistols and cocked it. The feller didn't seem to be in any very great hurry to catch up with me, for I soon had him a mile or two behind. Then I slowed up again and went on at a jog-trot. I had ridden about 15 miles or so when I heard the boss agin. Seein' how easy I got away from him before I waited till he was protty close, forget tin' how easy a bullet in my back would make up tho distance. Then I was jest goin' to spur up again, wnen haoniifvl nnf-. 'Sfnn. what's ver bur- light niU3tacho. The'only part of hU face I didn't liko was his eyes. I couldn't seo them very well, for his Boft,broad-brimmcd felt hat was null ed over 'em, but they seemed to look right through me and it made mo feel nervous. IIo was dressed in a Mexi can rig, a bluish broadcloth jacket, edged and decyrated with gold braid and buttons, a pair of loose bitckskin pants and high boots. Tho butt of a rovolver peeked out of his sash, and another 1 could seo in a holster at his hip. I noticed him very close, and he looked wonderful trim and neat. We rid on a good piece, laughin' and talk in and I was feelin' pretty cheorful, 'cause there was two of us in case French Pete did turn up. "Well, we cot almost to Ueadwoou. and near the woods about three miles from there, when suddenly somethin took me to look at his boss. I hadn't done this afore don't know why, but I had't and Jiminy Corn! there was tho famous littlo mare, with her whito trimmings and long mane and tail oh, yes, it was French Pete's boss, sure enough. But I didn't let on that I knew, and I was 'most be ginning to think I must be mistaken when we camo out of the woods. The sun was just, rising, and wo cot to that big pine remember it, Joe? just as the full circle came up over the prairie. Just under thi3 tree my my companion says, with a little chuckle. 'Jim, look at this.' Kinder startled, I turned, and I tell you the hair riz right straight up on my head. I was lookin' plumb into tho muzzle of a big six-shoottr. uchl " 'Wha what's this!' says I, skeer ed 'most out of my wits I never was much on studyin' the internals of loaded weapons through the barrel. Ho laughed and said: 'Didn't know you had French Poto lor a travelin' companion, uia yer well, it means thet I'd like to look oyer yer mail abit,' and then he roared right out as ho see the long faco I put on, for 1 couldn' ; help thinking' of what Fred Jones had told me. and kinder wonderin' if there really was seen a pllo of money in them bass. 'Well,' says I, 'I, don't seo as I can help it, hero they be.' " 'You unbuckle them yerself,' says he. 'I'll keep an eyo on this pistol anl see that it don't go off, but I'm afeared I couldn't manage it if you should cut up any shines; it goes off mighty easy, and ho chuckled again, for I could see thet if it should go off a '32' would cut a tunnel right through my head. "All of a sudden I thought of some thin' and jest as suddenly I iound that I couldn't onbuckle the trap that held tho bags to the saddle. I fussed at it for several minutes and French Pete was gettin' impatient. 'Hurry up,' says lie, 'I can't control this wep pin much longer.' " '1 can't onbuckle this,' says I. " 'Tako your knife,' says he, with an oath. I got it out of my lelt, got tho point under the strap and then it slipped out of my fingers and dropped to the ground. Then, without thinking, and I'veal ways thought ho was a "fool not to shoot mo on tho snot, ho lowered his pistol, put it back in his sash, and whipping out a bi bowio rodo up along side. This littlo proceedin' of his cost him just fivo years of liberty. Maybe he thought I was dreadful skecred, but ho made a big mistake. Jest the minuto he put away his pis tol I pulled out both of mino and poked them, cocked and ready for business, right into his face, and says, as calm as I could: 'French Pete,' says I, 'hands up! Your road-agont business is jest about wound up hands up, lively!' IIo see that I'd jest as soon shoot him as not, and held up-both arms. "I kept one of my pistols lookin' at him while I searched him and cleaned him of weppins. Then I tied his hands to tho back of his saddle and his icet under the hose, and onbucklin' ono side of his curb-rem, druv him in front' ot me, with a cocked revolver in tho other hnnd. I got into Laramie all right with mv pris'ner about nine o'clock, and he was tried, sentenced! and did his five years in stato prison. A government court tried him a Lar amie judge would ha' hanged him on the nearest tree. "He come out of prison a diflerent chap. Ho started in the mines and made his pile; then ho went to New York and married. In about two years ho come back, and now he's the biggest toad in tlje government assay office hero at S . His real name is Joseph Kennedy, and," the mail car rier suddenly added, nodding towards the short man in buckskin; "there he is, and hero comes your train." And the mail carrier rose, stretched him self, took up his lantern and mail bags and went out into tho storm. "All aboard!" and with a parting shriek, a jerk and a spasmodic snort, the train rolled on its way. and the little station was left deserted, alone in the darkness and the wind. PRAISE FOR WOMEN. Some of tho Protty Things Said About tho Chorlshed Sox. Mnry E. Spencer, in Globe Democrat. If the Bible had said man was mado out of a woman's rib, I would believe; for of all things in this world a man is most helpless alone. A chicken two hours out of tho shell can take better care cf itself than a man can. So it is all right that a man by 20 or 25 should be looking around for a wom an to take caro of him; and a woman never is permitted to look around for a man. Tho women do not need to go courting. I am sure there is some mistake in tho translation. It should read that a man was made of a rib of a woman. I can not stick a pin down in litera ture, but I como upon the praise of women, and it is not for me to say it is not all deserved. Let me give you a tasto of my collection of nice things. Martin Luther said: "Earth ha3 nothing more tender than a woman's heart when it is the abode of pity. Michelet said: "Woman is the Sunday of man; not his repose only, but his joy tho 3alt of his life." That is a little mixed as a figure, I allow, but Mr. Michelet meant well, and when one is in love he can not help getting a little flur ried. At least it is so with women. John Adams said: "All that I am my mother mado me." Lord Lans downe said: "If the whole world wero put into ono scalo ana my mother in to the other, tho world would kick tho beam." I like that because of all things I am sure the very best is a no ble mother. Tho Arabs say: "One can get a hundred wives, but ho can never got but one mother; therefore a mother is equal to one hundred wives." But Leopold Schefer has it better yet, when ho says: "But one thing on earth :s better than the wife, that is the mother." However, the wife cets enough praise and need not be jealous. N. P. Villis said, as sweetly as he said all things: "The sweetest thing in life is the unclouded welcome of a wife." Rich ter, that is, tho divine Jean Paul, said: "No man can either livo pious ly or be righteous without a wife." Emerson said: "A beautiful woman is a practical poet, taming her savage mate, planting tenderness, hope and eloquence in all she approaches." I have, however, never heard that Mrs. Emerson had much taming to do only she must seo that her mate had his hat on when ho went abroad. Among tho very pretty things said of women Whittfer has given us this: "If woman lost us Eden, such as she alone restores it." Voltairesaid: "It is woman who teaches us repose, civ ility and dignity." Ruskin says a great many fine things of woman. "Shakspeare has no hevoes; he has only heroines." This is al ways true in a ruder, earlier stago of society. Woman always begins civili zation. Tho honor of woman has al ways been tho corner-stone in build ing socially. A race lacking respect for women has never advanced politi cally and socially, or has speedily de caved. Lessingsaid: "Nature meant to make woman its masterpiece." Loniucius, 2200 yearb ago said: "Woman is tho world's masterpiece." But Malherbo spoke the mind of all Frenchmen when he said: "There aro only two beautiful things in the world women and roses; and only two sweet things women and melons." This was gallant, but natural; and it gave women her true nlace as a blos som and fruit of nature. Concerning women and men at equals Ruskin says: "We are foolish and without excuse, in claiming the superiority of our stx to tho other. In truth, each has what tho other has not. One completes the other, and they are in nothing alike. The happine.-s of both depends on eat.h asking and receiving from the other what the other only can give." Thackeray arew tins con trast: "Almost all women will give a sympathizing hearing to men who are in love. Be they ever so old, thev grow young again in that- conversa tion and renew their own early time. Men are not quito bo generous." Vol taire said: "All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of wom an." Gladstone says: "Woman is the most perfect when the most wom anly." Dr. Clark says: "Man is not superior to woman, nor woman to man. Tne relation of the sexes is one of equality, not of better and wor&e, or of higher and lower. The loftiest ideal ol humanity demands that each shall be perfect in its btst work. The lily is not interior to the rose, nor the oak superior to the clover; yet the glory of the lily is one, andtheglory of the oak is another, and the use o! the oak W not the use of tho clover." he called out. 'Stop, what's yer hur ry?' but instead of tho gruff, coarse voice I expected from French Pete I supposed it was him it was as soft as a woman's. A good deal easier in my mind, I reigned in, and as thestranger came up I looked him over mighty keerful. He was a young man not over twenty-five or six, inclined to be short and thick-set, with yellow hair hangiu round his shoulders and a The Cowboy of Russia. The Cossacks furnished the cavalry and the Russians think it is the finest in tho world, although there is a de cided difference of opinion on this sub iect among military authorities. Out side of Russia the Cossack is regarded as a good scout and an active guer rilla, but worthless for regular war fare. He is a cowboy, the gaucho of Russia, was borne in a saddle, has a contempt for agriculture (all the food products among the Cossacks are raised by tho women), a contempt lor schools, would not learn to read or write if he had the opportunity, and is just about half civilized. But the Cossacks are a Jrace of free men. They havo never been serfs, and have never paid taxes to any author ity. They own vast tracts ol land In eastern Russia, where they raise herds of cattle, sheep and horses. All their land is held in common and tho peo ple livo in communes. Their system of local government is tho same as that of the Bedouins; the same as that of the children of Isreal in the time of Moses and Abraham. W. E. Curtis. A Weather Fable. From tbe New York Tribune. Abou Manhattan may her tribe increase and multiply and possess the earth awoke ono night from a sweet dream of pea and spring lamb and saw within the electric light of thecity hall park an angel writing on a type writer. Exceeding blizzard made Manhattan cold. And to the presence in the park she said: "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head and remarked that it was making a list of cities that have experienced more or less weather this winter. "And is mine one?" said Manhattan. "Nay, not so," replied tho vision. Manhat tan speaks more loud and confident and said, "I pray thee, then, just hunt up my record for March 12." The angel hunted it up and vanished. Tho next night it came again with a grea; wakening light, and showed a list of cities that have experienced more or less weather this winter, and lo, Man hattan's name led all thb rest and all the other names had been carefully erased. Moral This fable teaches that the Mayor of Bismarck, Dak., was justi fied in telegraphing Mayor Hewitt to draw upon the town for fifty dollars' worth of provisions or old clothes. h i.