MY HEART’S DELIGHT. There never lived a -painter who her linea ments could trace. The verne was never uttered that could tel! their peerless grace. I always dream of flowers when I look upon her face. No lily bud is sweeter. No rose so pink and white. The birds must pipe in meter To slug my heart’s delight. Her locks are like the sunbeams that the sum* mer fairy weaves. Her voice recalls the music of the wind among the sheaves. Her footsteps fail like rose leaves beneath my cottage eaves. There is a spell about her. Her beauty haunts my sight. I could not live without her. My lissom heart’s delight. The balm of spring Ison her lips; there’s sum mer in her smile. Her gentle reveals a heart that never knew a wile. And yet the dimple on her cheek a hermit would beguile. May fortune e’er smile o’er her. I’d die for her tonight. I live but to adore her. My dainty heart’s delight. —Boston Transcript. CRANDALL’S MARCH. Tom Crandall, the orderly sergeant of Company I, was a fine soldier and a fine fellow as well, but he was something of a martinet—hardly popular among the members of his own company. When orders were issued to have the men thoroughly drilled, Orderly Tom obeyed most literally. From reveille to tattoo it was drill, drill, drill for the boys of Company I till they would have welcomed marching orders for the north pole as a release from the manual of arms and evolutions. Nothing less than a surgeon’s order would serve with Orderly Tom as au ex cuse from drill. One afternoon! when the company had fallen in, the roll call revealed the ab sence of Thomas Higgins and William Stapleton. A rigid examination of the company quarters failed to discover the delinquents, and with “absent without leave” against them in the orderly book and a big black mark in Tom’s memory the company marched to the drill ground without them. The quarters of the meu were the stables of Sneidiker’s hotel. With 10 full companies to drill, the stable yard, which was the only parade ground with in the regimental lines, was totally in adequate; hence all drills in company movements were conducted in a field outside the guard lines. Sentinels were duly instructed to per mit all squads or companies in charge of noncommissioned officers to pass out, bnt under no other circumstances to al low an enlisted man to leave the camp without a pass, though all soldiers might enter unquestioned. Tom marched his company about a hundred feet from the lines and had just changed direction by the right flank when his quick eye detected the two skulkers stealthily emerging from the quarters of Company H. “Company, halt!” instantly shouted Tom. “You, Higgins and Stapleton, get your equipments and fall in for drill! Do you hear?” . Evidently they did hear, but instead of obeying both started on the double quick toward the cookhouse. “In place, rest!” shouted Tom to his company. “Halt, there!” to the skulk ers. But they quickened their pace. Dropping his rifle into the hands of a corporal, Tom started in pursuit. Across the guard lines he sped to the cook house, into which the two fugitives had disappeared, and into which he also quickly vanished. Now, a large portion of the members of Company I were young fellows, rang ing from 17 to 23 years of age, little used to military restraints, while the deprivations and dullness which they were experiencing made them peculiar ly eager for some sort of fun. It can be easily conceived that Order ly Tom’s unexpected deviation from irk some drill was hailed by the boys of the waiting company with delight. They hoped the race woud last long, and that the fugitives would escape. So they did. After an absence of some 10 minutes Tom reissued from the cook house alone, and with an ominous frown upon his brow approached his com mand At the same time the two fugi tives were seen far down the road, mak ing their way rapidly toward the town, having left the cookhouse by some way of which Tom knew not The almost simultaneous appearance of the defeated orderly and the victori ous skulkers was greeted by the boys of the company with firs* a shout of jeer ing laughter and then a ringing cheer. “Attention, company!” shouted the orderly sergeant. But the only attention paid him was another shout of laughter that deepened his frown. “Stop that laughing in the ranks!” again commanded the orderly. “Halt!” cried the sentinel, bringing his piece to a charge and confronting Orderly Tom, who had now reached the guard line. “You can’t pass here. ” “I cannot pass!” gasped the aston ished orderly. “Why not?” “Orders, ” curtly replied the sentry. “Orders! Well, what are your or ders?” “Oh, you know the orders well enough,” answered the sentry—“to let no enlisted man pass out of the camp without a pass except noncommissioned officers in charge of squads for drills. ” “Well,” exclaimed Tom triumphant ly, “I am a noncommissioned officer in command of a company out for drill, and there is my company, as you well know.” “Don’t know nothin about that com pany. It’s outside the lines, and you’re inside. Don’t look much like a company anyhow.” Indeed the sentinel’s sarcastic allu sion to the company was justified, as the men danced and roared and fairly hugged one another to see the difficulty into which their stem sergeant had fall en. He made no farther attempt to cross the liq^s, but turned and strode swiftly toward headquarters, followed by a fresh burst of derisive laughter from his in subordinate command. In a short time he reappeared, and exhibiting u pass to the sentinel ad vanced toward his demoralized com ps i v, and resuming his rifle uttered the single word, “Attention!” Every face instantly sobered, for ev ery man felt that not only was Tom deeply offended, hut that retribution was close at hand. Very quietly he gave the order: “By the right flank! Right face, company! Forward, march!” and retribution began. It was December. Snow had fallen some days before, then rain, followed by a day or two of unseasonably warm weather. The country roads, tramped by troops of drilling cavalry and plowed by teams and loaded wagons, were all slush, water and very tenacious, deep mud. Straight to this abominable highway Tom marched Company L Directly into the middle of the road, where the mud was thickest and the water deepest, the boys wheeled in obedience to his stern command. Then, as unconcernedly as though on the most perfect parade ground in the world, he issued his or ders: “By company, into platoons! Left in to line, wheel! On right, by file into line!” and through all the evolutions. At one moment Company I charged bayonets down that fearful road at dou ble quick, at another wheeled in circle through slush, while Tom noted defects and corrected them as nonchalantly as though on a grassy lawn. For a full hour and a half, long after recall had sounded, without halt or rest, Tom maneuvered that weary company. At last, wet, weary and half exhaust ed, the mud bedraggled company was led to quarters by its inexorable com mander. Throughout that remarkable drill the only words Tom uttered that indicated the state of his feelings were spoken as ho gave the command of dis missal. “Company, right face!” he ordered. “Arms aport! When you fellows would like to defy discipline again, let me know. Break ranks, march!” And so ended the proceeding, which was known as “Tom Crandall’s march” as long as Company I was an organiza tion. In the days which followed the boys of Company I came to know their order ly sergeant better and learned to respect and appreciate his military qualities, for if his literal interpretation of orders sometimes tended to their inconven ience it oftener led to their comfort and well being, and in more instances than one to the preservation of some of their lives. Poor Tom sleeps today in the silent camping ground, and mauy of his old companions are with him, but with each returning spring the floral emblems of his surviving comrades are laid upon his grave as tenderly as though that gro tesque march, of which he was the hero, had never been. —George H. Hosea in Youth’s Companion. She Paid George. They sat cozily side by side at the the ater enjoying to the top of their bent the miserable fate of Desdeinoua, and dear George told her that he would nev er be jealous of her—no, not if she should give away 1,000 pocket handker chiefs, and then they had squeezed each other’s hands under her lace wrap, and they were happy as happy can be. ‘ ‘Dear George” bought her a box of bonbons and then ate them all up, for no man was ever so much in love as to be shy in the matter of eating. By and by it came to the end of the third act, and after looking very rest less and wretched George said fondly, “You won’t mind, dear, will you, if I just step out into the vestibule to stretch my legs a bit, will you?” If George had had half an eye he would have seen that she did mind— very much. No woman likes to be left alone in a theater, but she only said coolly, “Oh, not in the least, if you care to go. ” So George crawled over the laps of half a dozen ladies, treading on their toes, scratching their chins with his watch chain and brushing the bloom off their laces and evening attire. She waited about five minutes, and then, swiftly bundling her wrap around her, and with her pretty face scarlet with indignation and embarrassment, she bravely left the theater and went home. And it served George right.—New Orleans Picayune. According to J.aw. The prisoner before the wild and woolly western court hadn’t much of a chance and no friends, but a young law yer from the east, out there to win his spurs, undertook the case for the glory there might be in it, and the first thing he did was to demand a jury trial. “Aw, come off,” remonstrated the judge. “Your honor,’’said the young man, with great dignity, “I demand in the name of the constitutional right of ev ery citizen of this great and glorious country that my client here be tried before a jury of his peers. ’ ’ “He can’t git it, ” said the judge, al most overcome by this oratorical out burst. “I demand it, your honor,” insisted the young advocate. “D’you say a jury of his peers?” in quired the judge, as if about to relent. “Yes, your honor. ” j “Well, now, look a-here, young fel ler,” decided the judge, “ferhalf a cent I’d fine you fer conf:mp’. D’you think we’d stand a dozen more like him in this community? If you do, you hadn’t better say so. Perceed with yer argu ment. ” And the mandate of the court was obeyed. —Detroit Free Press. Sound Advice. Pennem—I’m getting out a book to be called “First Aid For the Injured. ” Tell me what is the best thing to do when a bather has been in the water too long? Old Salt—Send for the coroner.— Spare Moments. AN ARTICHOKE IDYL. UN UNFAMILIAR VEGETABLE OVER WHICH EPICURES RAVE. The "Jerusalem” Kind Is Not the True Ar ticle auri Is Used to Fatten Cattle—Mouth Watering Recipes Used by French and Creole Chefs. .Just 5i) years after Columbus discov ered America a gastronomic genius in the south of France discovered the arti choke as a delicious dish of a saladic character. It was indeed a rather re markable find or guess, for the plant bears a strong resemblance to the this tle, and up to that date any man who ate it ran the risk of being classed with that animal which enjoys thistles and knows how to bray. The portion of the artichoke generally eaten is the underside of the head be fore the flower unfolds itself, or what in kitchen parlance is called the artichoke bottom. But the lower part of the leaves that join this base and contain about a fifth of a teaspoonful of edible and eas ily digestible substance is equally prized by the wise. A common way of eating these bottoms after the head is removed from the plant and the body has keen well boiled, like a cabbage, is to pull off the leaves and then eat the remain der soused in salt and butter. But the French and the creoles of New Orleans, where the artichoke is regarded with a kind of sentimental or affectionate appetite, frequently gather the heads when the bottom is no larger than a silver dollar and eat the lower end of the leaves raw, dipping them daintily in a sauce made of oil, red pep per and red wine vinegar or occasional ly in a queer sauce of butter and spice. Another way the French and their kindred here have of embalming the artichoke in the memory of particular stomachs is to bake the dried heads, for which purpose the second crop or rowen of artichokes is preferred, in a meat pie with mushrooms. This dish has not yet made its appearance in New York res taurants. Neither has the artichoke patty, an invention of the famous Parisian chef, Trisconi, now living in rich retirement on his estate near New Orleans, and cooking only occasionally on state occa sions or for gourmets whose praise de- I lights his poet nature. At a dinner given in 1884 by the New Orleans exposition management to some editorial visitors, Trisconi presented some of these famous patties, and one editor, whose name is a household word, remarked that such a dish could teach a man the art to choke himself to death without grieving, to which another replied that the art to joke in that way was an editorial func tion more honored in the breach than in the observance, and in an awesome hush the guests went on solacing their souls with patties. The composition of these culinary wonders is a profound secret, which will probably die with its Columbus, but there are many other ways—about 20 in all—of cooking the artichoke, and some of these methods carry elaboration to excess. Let a brief description of one way suffice. You take about six or eight plants of medium size, remove the coarsest leaves, trim them off straight on top, cut out the cores or chokes, wash and drain care fully. Then fry the tips in oil, and for dressing chop up very fine half a pound of fresh pork fat, with the same amount of butter. Add 3 minced shallots, a large spoonful of chopped parsley, salt, pep per, nutmeg, a pound of minced mush rooms and a gill of madeira. After thor ough mixing divide into as many por tions as you have artichoke shells and fill the hollow plants. Cover these with bands of thick pork and tie around with strong string. Put these imprisoned artichokes now into a large saucepan, with more pork, chopped carrots, onions, parsley, etc. Moisten with medium stock and white wine and let boil. Then skin and cook in an oven for an hour. Drain off the stock and reduce it with espagnole to a semiglazed state, sprinkling in just a suspicion of lemon juice now and then. Free the articokes from their cord and bands and serve them, thinly covered, not drowned, in their accompanying sauce. The name of the dish is articliants entiere a la bari goule and is equal to a dinner of several courses. By some persons this dainty vegetable has been confused with the so called Jerusalem artichoke, which is also eat en, though chiefly by cattle. The Jeru salem artichoke is not a true species at all, but of a kind of wild sunflower (hence its Italian name girasole, turn ing to sun), with a tuberose root that resembles a potato and tastes very like a delicate turnip when well cooked. This plant is called in some localities the Canada potato, in others the Vir ginian. It was introduced into England in 1620, and its tops, when cured, were found to be good hay, five or six tons to the acre, and its tuber was fed to cattle. It is not quite as nourishing as the po tato, having 4 per cent more water, but it is very fair eating in spite of the prej udice against it. Once in a soil, it is extremely difficult to extirpate, and it has a curious gift of resisting cold, hav ing never been known to be killed or spoiled by freezing. It was also introduced in southern Europe at the same time it came to England, and in some places its dried fibers are transmitted into cordage and coarse cloth. It got its odd name, Jeru salem, in English, by a corruption of the Italian name, girasole, just as tomatoes got the name of love apples in French,, pommes d’amores, by a French mistake of the Italian name pomi di Mori, apple of the Moores, that vegetable having come to Italy from Morocco traders. It is a fact worthy of note that arti choke flowers, like rennet, will curdle milk. —St. Louis Post-Dispatch. The literal meaning of “aurevoir” is “till seeing yon again, ” but the phrase ia French one) really means “goodbyfor the present ” IMMENSITY OF THE HEAVENS. A I’e«p Into Space That Tairly Dazzle* the Imagination. If our sun were removed to the pleiades, it would hardly be visiblo in an opera glass, with which nearly 100 stars can be seen in the cluster. Sixty or 70 pleiades surpass our sun in bril liancy, Alcyone being 1,000 times more brilliant, Electra nearly 500 times and Maia nearly 400. “Sirius itself takes a subordinate rank when compared with the five most brilliant members of a group, the real magnificence of which we can thus in some degree apprehend. ” If we seek to know the dimensions, not of the individual stars, but of the clus ter itself, we are met with many diffi culties, but on the assumption that it is approximately spherical in shape we can calculate its diameter to be over 40.000. 000.000 miles, so that light would take seven years to pass from one extreme to the other. If we think of the dimensions of our solar system by them selves or in relation to terrestrial mat ters, they appear stupendously enormous. Neptune, the most distant known member, has an orbit over 5,000,000,000 miles across—a distance that a ray of light would travel in 7 ^ hours—but the solar system is to the pleiades but as a Lillipution to a Brobdingnagian—is but as a microbe to a mountain, for a sphere the size of the solar system would, if it were spherical and its diameter that of the orbit of Neptune, be relatively so minute that it could be contained more than 400,000,000,000 times in a sphere the size of the pleiades—in other words, the limits of the pleiades could contain 150 solar systems as many times over as there are miles between Neptune and the sun. It must not be forgotten that, al though there are 2,300 stars in the clus ter, yet with such dimensions for the entire group vast distances must sepa rate the stars from one another. In fact, 2,300 spheres, each with a diameter of 3.000. 000.000 miles, could be contained in the limits assigned to the group, and, assuming equal distribution of the stars , in the group each would be at the cen ter of a sphere 8,000,000,000 miles across, and therefore a light journey of 187 days from its nearest neighbor.— Longman’s Magazine. Sandstorm*. More than once we had practical ex perience cf sandstorms. On the first oc casion my tent was blown over upon me as I slept, and I was left crawling about under the flapping canvas trying to find my shoes. When I had emerged, I found this new kind of hailstorm rather try ing to the exposed parts, and I rather prided myself on my success in re-erect ing my house unaided. The other tents held, and their occupants did not know of my mishap, but every other upright thing was cast down, and a number of loose properties went off into the desert. They were all recovered except a sponge, which, being light and elastic, hopped off miles beyond recovery, and by the next morning might have arrived in the mahdi’s country. The next visitation was in the daytime, when we were on the march. I saw it coming in the dis tance, a wall of sand cloud sweeping to ward us, though the atmosphere where we were was still. I stopped the cara van and began pitching camp imme diately, but l>efore the operation was complete we were struck by the storm of sand through which we could not see 20 yards. After half an hour of this a person feels like a fried sole covered with bread crumbs.—Nineteenth Cen tury. Sewer Gas. Occasionally the assertion is heard that the healthiest of all occupations is that of sewer scavenging. In large cities the men, in spite of their filthy work, are proverbially healthy. Mr. Laws, a chemist, who has been employed in spe cial investigations in the sewers by the London city council, has proved in a huge report that sewer gas is all but in nocent of distributing bacteria of any kind, and certainly not those which are pathogenio. The sewage contains mi crobes of various kinds in abundance, but the gas itself is much freer from these dreaded organisms than the out er air of the street. Of all this he gives most convincing proof, and so challenges the theories which lay to the account of sewer gas a train of horrible ravages on health. This is a startling revelation and suggests that fresh in quiry is needed into the real causes of so much illness traceable to drains and foul odors. —San Francisco Call. The Duty of Resignation. People in affliction say queer things, and it is wisely provided no doubt that at such times they are not considered strictly accountable. There is certainly a peculiar flavor in a remark made by a middle aged widow who had just buried her second husband. As is usual in such cases, interested friends were making such consolatory remarks as occurred to them, dwelling, after the regulation fashion, upon the duty of resignation under the circumstances. “Oh, yes,” the weeping widow murmured. “I know I ought to be reconciled, but I am not. I can’t feel reconciled at all—not a single bit. Maybe I’ll feel reconciled in a few months, but of course I can’t promise. ”—Louisville Courier-Journal. The Mother’s Tenderness. “Poor Tommy is in disgrace,” said Mrs. Figg to the friend of the family who had dropped in. “I have just had to give him a whipping. You can have no idea how much I hate to do such a thing. I am so tender hearted. ” “I wish,” sobbed Tommy, “that you j was tender handed ’stead of tender ' hearted. ”—Indianapolis Journal. A Dost Purse. Kind Hearted Man—What are you crying about, little boy? City Arab—I lost a purse. 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