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"if MUST NOT BE."
ffTi* nfgM wm throbbing with rapture
Its pa • full with fire,
And the sea for the moon above her
Sobbed h« r desire:
The pulse in your hand was stronger
Than the pulse of the vearninR sea —
Put the heart of my heart kept beating,
“it must not be."
Kaeh hoard in the speech of the other
1 The throb of a troubled heart.
, For we knew that the hour was coming
* When we must part;
The soul in your eyes was drawing
My soul, as the nioop draws the sea
But the heart of my heart kept beating,
"It must not be.”
The roses trembled with perfume •
Hint thrilled us with sweet unrest,
And a storm of passionate longing
Ached in my breast;
'A dove for some dear lost passion
Mourned tenderly on the bill
But the heart of me heart Kept beating,
“Hush! hush! Be still!”
O Love, the years have l>een lonely,
And empty of all delight.
Since we two parted forever
That moonlit night!
But still when my soul is aching
For the eves and the lips of thee—
The heart of my heart keeps beating,
“It must not be.”
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- Ella lligginson, in the Woman’s Home Companion.
| PETE’S BABETTE.
rr' T 11KII I’ hnd always I...... Pete.
I At lent eo the people down
I nt Saint Michel wild when n
■Jj stronger would ask where he
had come from. Even hefnre the
Government hnd built the lighthouse
on Presque Isle. Pete's fishing hut hud
been there, and every night he limits
ont his lantern on the end of a poll1,
so that the boats, rounding the point
a mile or two below, would see Its
flicker, and steer clear of the long sand
bar that ran out like an ant enter's
nose from the northern corner of
Presque Isle.
Everybody along the straits knew
the quaint old figure, lint no one knew
of Babette, until they saw her one
morning fluttering along behind Pete,
her red calico dress I he one bright spot
of color among the grays and browns
of Presque Isle. The day before Pete
hnd been seen rowing over to the
Mackinac shore, but no one knew of
his return except Mere M'rlc. and she
was so old and deaf that nil she could
do was cook role's fish, and sit out In
the sunshine all day, smoking In the
kitchen doorway.
When Landry Dubois, from Algonac
Jidniid asked the question direct, Pete
smiled and shook Ills head. Ills dark
eyes, deep-set In the small brown face,
watching Ilabetle build houses with
the red bark chips around the light-
house steps.
"She has no one but me," he said,
with a dubious shrug of his thin,
stooped shoulders. “Burette, who art
thou, petite?”
Babette stopped playing long enough
to flash a merry glance at him under
the shelter of her thick brown hair.
"Pete's ltabctte.” she laughed.
And so, all through the Isles of the
straits, ns far ns St. Ignace, and even
down to Mackinac, she was known as
Pete's Babette. Pete taught her all
manner of wonderful things In flsli
lore and ship craft, and before long
she knew all the boats that passed by
Presque Isle, from the great Iron kings
and grain boats, bound for Buffalo, to
the gay little yachts that fluttered like
white butterflies here and there. But
best of nil, she loved the schooners,
the old monarebs of the lake, when
they came sailing up the straits on a
still summer eve. like wondrous phan-
tom ships, with the glory of the sunset
behind, and she called them Babette'*
birds.
And the years passed by, ten of
them, slow and sure and steady, one
by one, ns the wild geese ll.v to the
Southland, and each one left Pete
brotvuer and more wrinkled and small-
er, while Babette grew up tall and
slender and strong ns a young pine
tree, with hair and eyes brown as dry
oak leaves. Then came the terrible
winter of '04. when boat after boat
went out ou the lakes, and no more
was heard from them until spring
waves brought In the wreckage. It
was cold nt the little low house back
of the lighthouse oti Presque Isle, colli-
er than even Pete could remember,
and every week it was-harder for him
to row down to St. Michel for provis-
ions.
One night lie came home half frozen,
with a dreadful cough. Babette sent
hint to lied and said lie should go no
more. They must make what food
they bad last until warmer weather.
But Instead of sunshine and fair sens,
the clouds swept low and gray like
gulls before a storm, and the waves
came rolling In, with a deep, heavy
swell that sent a dull, thcatenlng roar
as they broke, up to the lighthouse.
And here and there In the dark green
waters could be seen something else, a
clumsy, swaying mass that glinted
blue and white.
"The lee has come," Babette thought
when she saw it from the lighthouse
window one morning after she had
trimmed the lamp, and there was a
queer ache iu her heart as she looked
off dotvu the straits and thought of
liow her birds would have to battle
with it, but she did uot tell Pete.
It was throe days Inter when Mere
M'rle showed her the empty meal hag.
She smiled. There was still bacon
and rice and dried flsli. They were
rich. At the end of the week there
was no bacon, and they had saved tin-
last of the rice for Pete, who lay on
the old lounge near the stove, tough-
ing. coughing all the time.
The following day Pete was deb-
•xlous. Babette stood In the old klleli
yu, looking from the flushed, wrinkled
face ou the pillow to where More
^1’rie knelt over by the stove praying
fl'ho prov.elons were gone; there was
*io medicine.
Babette took the fur jacket from it--
y,all. Before she went out of the ki'eli
*n slie leaued over the old half-breed
woman's bent form. “To St. Michel."
she said slowly, pointing eastward,
and then at the empty meal sack and
flour hag thrown In a corner. Mere
M’rle understood, and stopped praying
tong enough to watch the strong, erect
fining ligure pass down to the shore,
the wind blowing the ends of her start
backward over her shoulders like red
wings.
Her hands worked quickly over the
ICNORANCE IN FRANCE,
ALL BUT TWO WEST POINTERS.
Amu/.Hit ltpnalty of M 1 nr*«i l'cn-cnt:l*c - Itenersl <'li.rl,. Kin* -lell" of I.i-uiitn*
ot Army Itei-rult*.
lines of llie hunt, and taking advan-
tage of a momentary lull, she pushed
away from tin- small, tumbled down
pier and sit nek out bravely for St.
Michel. She had often lii-i-n out with
Pete when the waves were as high as
now. and sin- loved the excitement of
it all. The low, flat shore of Presque
Isle vanished entirely behind the wall
of waters, but she could catch a
glimpse of the dear old lighthouse and
its round top above the tallest wave,
and the sight strengthened and nerved
her for tile five-mile Journey to St.
Mli-hrl.
Suddenly, when scarcely half a mile
out. the boat seemed to strike a new
current. Babette caught her lirenth
sharply, ns site felt the strong, resist-
less power sweep her front her course,
and she bent over the oars with set.
close lips and tense muscles, but It was
useless. The deep, swelling rush of
waters carried her northward, straight
on to tin- middle of the channel of the
Straits. The wind hnd come up again,
and raged over the lakes like a wild
beast. Then, without warning, there
rose before her the jagged, cruel Hue
of the Ice floe, and the next moment
the waves lmd thrown the boat ns if it
had been a leaf full upon it. Instinct-
ively Babette had risen at that last aw-
ful Instant. As tile boat crashed iuto
the lee with a shock that made it leap
and tremble, she sprang forward and
gained a footing on the lee floe, n
slight, perilous one, to be sure, but one
that meant safety, for a moment at
least.
Already the little boat hnd disap-
peared In the whirlpool of dashing
waters, and Babette's heart sank as
site looked about her on her new craft.
It was large; It seemed ns large as
Presque Isle itself, and ut ilrst It ap-
peared stationary. But when she
reached its centre sin* could feel the
slow, steady motion as it swept ou to-
ward Lake Huron.
And now came the-division of the
channel, and Babette's heart almost
stopped Its frightened beating ns she
thought of wlmt would happen If the
floe drifted north of Algonne Island
and out on the great pitiless waters of
the lake.
With hushed breath she waited. The
floe was heaving so that sin- eoulil
hardly retain her place, but at last the
pint- crests of Algonne showed on her
left, and she knew she would pass St.
Michel. With Ungers stiffened by the
cold she untied the red scarf from
about her head and let the wind blow
It like a danger signal above her as she
caught a glimpse of the lighthouse on
the west pier. So near it seemed she
placed her hand to her mouth and
shouted, hut her voice sounded like a
reed bird's pipe In the noise of the
rushing waters.
She was opposite the town now. Stic
could see the waves break on the pier,
aud yet tlu-re was no sign of help.
With a fearlessness born of despera-
tion she struggled to her feet aud
waved the scarf wildly, aud suddenly
a figure appeared ou the lighthouse
ladder. Again site waved auil tried to
call. The figure signalled back aud
ran along the pier toward town.
It was I.andry Dubois. He burst into
the warm back room at old Mine. Pot-
toon's breathless and lintless.
"It Is Pete's Babette,” he cried to the
crowd of fishermen and sailors, hud-
dled about the big wood stove. "She
is on the iee, drifting out to the lake."
In five minutes the news had spread,
and the shore was crowded, while the
strongest boat in the place was
manned, with Landry at the rudder,
and stout arms pulled away to the res-
cue of Pete's Babette. And then they
brought Iter back, half frozen and half
dead, and gave her into Mine. Por-
trait's care. She told her errand in the
warm back room; told how Pete lay
dying without food or medicine, and
how, unless help was sent, there would
be no light shilling from Pesquc Isle
that night.
"The light shall shine." promised
Landry, and the waves that had
laughed nt Babette's little boat bowed
before the masterful stroke of ton pair
of St. Michel's strongest arms, as they
boro Babette and provisions and med-
icine back to Presque Isle.
"Thou* hast saved his life, little
one.” said Landry, when they stood in
the kitchen where Mere M'rle still
prayed. But ltabette only smiled and
nodded her head, aud she went on to
the lighthouse.
The winter twilight was falling
swiftly, and the wind had gone down,
like one tired with its mad play. Fol-
io the west site could see a boat Strug-
Not long ago a writer on military
subjects related with conceivable stn-
pefat-tlon an anecdote for the truth of
which be was tilde to vouch. In the
course of a visit of Inspection, a Gen-
eral had questioned a recruit as to
what he knew about tho war of 1870.
In his utter inability to even grasp
the meaning of the question, the sol-
dier lmd stared open-mouthed at his
officer, and It was finally elicited from
him that this was the first he lmd
ever heard of the Franco-German war.
The narrator of the anecdote ex
pressed the belief that this remarkable
example of class ignorance was a
wholly exceptional ease. He ns speedi-
ly received proof that he was mistak-
en. A cavalry officer has written him
a letter, front which I ntako tile fol-
lowing interesting extract: "You cite
a ease which you suppose is isolated,
hut which, nevertheless, astonishes and
grieves you. What would you say if
you knew the truth? I am in the
liahlt of making every year a small,
informal inquiry into the degrees of in-
struction of the recruits drafted Into
the company I eoummnd. I always
put to the men the three following
questions among others: What, do
you know about the war of 1870?
About Alsace-Lorraine? About Bis-
marck? I receive on the average fifty
recruits composed of peasants from
Normandy and Brittany, and some few
Parisians. Out of the fifty thirty can
make no answer whatever to my
questions. They know nothing at all.
Ten have heard something to the ef-
fect that Lorraine is a province, tlmt.
Bismarck was a German General or
Emperor (!) ami that the war of 1870
wits not favorable to France. But
their notions nre far too vague to make
any impression on their minds. Final-
ly ten of the men, the Parisians in
particular, have some idea of what
our disasters were. For five years in
succession I have obtained a like re-
sult. I inform you of it without com-
ment.” As the writer points out. the
German invader was seen in almost
every corner of Normandy, and pene-
trated far into Brittany, so that it is
all the more astonishing that the ris-
ing generation In these provinces
should kuotv so little about the war.
The ignorance of the peasants of the
South of Franco tuny be expected to
he more absolute still. With a state
of things sueli as these facts reveal in
existence, and even a Paul Deroulede
admitting. 11s he did in his recent
speech, a war for the recovery of the
lost provinces to he ont of the ques-
tion, it is evident that the policy of
“La Rnvanehe” lias lived.—Paris Cor-
respondence in the Pall Mall Gazette.
ofCrnri After the Civil War.
The Army Register of 18417—the first
published aiter the reorganization of
that day—Is 11 field for study uow. At
the head of the list. < Jeneral -in-Chief,
is the name of the great silent soldier
who in 01 vainly tendered Ins sword
to the War Department and sadly
waited two long days iu McClellan’s
anteroom at Cincinnati, begging an
audience that was never accorded.
Neither tin* wisdom of the Adjutant-
Ceneral's Department nor that of the
great organizer saw anything worthy
of consideration in the appeal of a
resigned captain, despite his West
Point diploma and his fine fighting
record iu Mexico. Illinois gave him
the start, merit did the rest, aud in
spite of everything Grant forged to the
front.
Second on the roll. Lieutenant Gen-
eral, was Sherman, who, with influ-
ence to begin with, iu til had skill to
send him on.
Then came the Major Generals—
“Old Brains” llnlleek, Meade, the loy-
al head of the Army of the Potomac,
Sheridan (whose own State had no
place for him among its volunteers
and who got his start from Michigan),
Thomas, the Hock of Cliieamnugn, aud
Hancock, “the superb”—all West
Pointers,
So, too, were the Brigadiers, save
only Terry, the Connecticut soldier-
lawyer, who won fame at Fort Fish-
er, and his Kentucky fellow-lighter,
Rousseau, awarded the fag-end of
the list when Hosecrans resigned in
the spring of T»7. Even the Brigadiers
had. commanded independent armies,
or at least corps d’armee, during the
great war - Rousseau and the veteran
dragoon St. George Cooke alone ex-
cepted. In the order of regular rank
they were McDowell, Cooke, Pope,
Hooker, Schofield, Howard, Terry,
Ord, Canby and Rousseau.
So there you have the seventeen
generals of the line as determined by
the war beside which the recent Hur-
ry was hut an affair of outpasts, and
all hut two—West Pointers!—Gen.
Charles King, in the Saturday Even-
ing Post.
The uprising of Russian students
would indicate that a little learning
is a dangerous thing for absolute
monarchies.
A California farm hand has shot two
men aud killed himself for love. This
Is one trouble that climate doesn't
seem to help.
A Chicago hoy who lately found a
purse containing $1000 got ten rents
for returning it to the owner. Another
authentic case of where virtue is Its
own reward.
America no longer needs to project
itself. It is the rest of the world,
according to the London Saturday Re-
view. which needs to protect itself
against America.
Reproduces Geological Phenomena.
Nothing could better Illustrate the
difference between old and new meth-
ods of getting at things than the inter-
esting object-lesson work that Is being
conducted by Dr. T. A. .Tagger in the
Harvard geological laboratory. Here
by a series of ingenious operations
much like what a child would regard
as play, the effects of the forces of na-
ture are illustrated in miniature. One
piece of apparatus lias been devised to
explain the “ripple marks” seen iu
many fossils. These marks, it is
found, are not caused by the direct
swash of the surface of the waves, but
by the oscillation of the deeper water.
Plates of glass covered with sand are
let down under water and subjected
to different sorts of vibration, and rip-
ple marks similar to the various types
found in fossil forms are readily
made.
The effect produced by lateral pres-
sure on stratified rocks is illustrated
with layers of different colored wax,
and miniature volcanic action such as
that which formed the peculiar Black
Hills of South Dakota is shown by
forcing melted wax through layers of
coal dust, plaster of paris, etc. The
effects of erosion are shown by letting
a fine spray of water fall on a minia-
ture formation of land illustrating a
variety of natural features. Geysers
on a small scale are made and caused
to spout with rythmical regularity like
the ones in nature. Sand deltas left
by the melting of glaciers are also re-
produced, and in the same way many
other phenomena hitherto explained
only theoretically are demonstrated
under the actual physical conditions
reduced to a small scale in point of
expanse and time.
The problem of opening a new reser-
vation and getting the settlers into
it without “rushing” is something of
a puzzle. If the Government solves
it to the satisfaction of everybody
concerned, it may well consider itself
wise.
O'CASSIDY’S DAUGHTER,
Her hair from the sunbeams their ra<H»
ante has stolen.
As with long, rippling glory it hides her
from view.
And the deep azure light when young
April has fallen
Is the glance of her eye in its heaven of
blue.
Oh, love, truth and honor *
And joy wait upon her .
As she trips with the graces and walk*
hv their rule.
For pleasure entrances
\nd glows where she glance®,
O’Cassidy’g daughter, blush rose of tb#
code.
Her mouth in its dimples and witchery
Haming
Where mid beauty’s sweet curves the
young loves nave their birth,
While the blush of her cheek sets the
painter a dreaming
Of a lady supernal no longer of earth
Her laughter clear ringing.
Like piety bringing
To the heart a new gladness in joy-tiu#
of yule.
Maiden modesty taught her;
She lives o’er the water,
O’C'assidy’g daughter, blush rose
code.
of the
In the dialect of Greater New York
a “siller” is one who is always at
the window; “to sill” is 10 lean over
the window' sill and watch the hap-
penings iu the street, aud “silling” is
the act of continually leaning over
the window' sill. These words are the
outgrowth of the elevated system.
Oil, she’s glorious in graces or form and
of motion,
j And her heart, where young purity nestle#
secure,
Make-* her like our young maidens least
know the commotion
Her glances or smiles cause our swains
to endure.
May sweet joys caress thee
And heaven’s love bless thee!
Thy mind's like the waters of the soft,
limpid pool,
Thou dear Irish maiden.
Glory crowned, beauty-laden,
O’Cassidy’« daughter, blush rose of the
Klierlock Holmes, #Jr.
Sherlock Holmes, Jr., looked nt the
letter which his friend had laid before
him and calmly said:
“A woman’s name is signed to this.”
“Yes, It is the name of my laud
lady.”
Very well. She didn’t write it,”
the great detective replied in a tone
that was wholly free from any trace
of agitation.
“Rut, iny dear sir, she must have
written it. Nobody else would have
had any object iu writing that letter
to me. See, she says she has decided
to raise my rent $5 a month this year;
she tells me, too, that she will uot do
any papering for me, and she plainly
gives me to understand that if I
don’t like It I can get out. Of course
she wrote it. It’s just like her. Cer-
tainly nobody else would dare to write
that to me and sign her name to it.
Perhaps you mean merely that she dic-
tated it?”
‘No,” Sherlock Holmes, Jr., de-
clared, “I mean that she never saw
this letter. If you were renting from
a man I could readily believe that
he had written these words to you.
But, although it is evident that this
is made to look very much like a wom-
an’s hand, no woman wrote it, and no
woman dictated it. Only eleven out
of a possible fifty-four words are un-
derscored.”
“Holmes, you are a marvel. You
have taken a weighHoff my mind. Now'
I can go on calmly making arrange-
ments to keep the house ou the old
terms.”
Meanwhile tho great detective went
on looking for clews to other things.—
Chicago Record-Herald.
The Germans have little reason to
complain of our competition in Cen-
tral America, whose trade our mer-
chants permit the Germans to snatch
from under their very noses. Our
Consul at Bremen reports that the Ger-
man investments in Central America
amount to $59,500,000, and the large
German houses control most of the
foreign trade with those countries.
The direct trade with Germany runs
from $7,000,000 to $11,000,000, and the
German houses control the other for-
eign trade, which German steamships
mostly carry.
code.
-The Rev. Robert Leech,
Commercial.
in Buffalo
PITH AND POINT.
Hoax—-“Braghart says his family's
wealth is fabulous.” Joax—“That’s
right—it’s a myth.”
Iee Man—“Good-by. old man; I’m
glad you hnd such a severe winter.”
Coal Man—“So long; I wish you a siz-
zling summer.”—Ohio State Journal. .
I
A Russian colony has been estab-
lished iu Ellis County, Kansas, on a
peculiar basis. The land is sold not
for cash, but for a given number of
bushels of wheat. The buyer agrees to
sow a given number of acres in wheat
each year and one-half of the crop
goes to the seller of the land until the
obligation is satisfied. No interest is
charged. The buyer may. according to
his enterprise and industry, pay for
the land iu two or three years, or, in
the event of successive years of crop
failures, the clearing off of the debt
may be postponed for eight or ten
years more. Whenever the crop fails,
the seller gets nothing. The colony
now numbers 4CKX). and an immense
area of land has changed hands in the
county on these conditions, which are
easy to the buyer and profitable to
the seller.
Wlint the Big “V” Meant.
Many years ago a young fellow en-
tered the freshman class at Amherst
College—a lad with a square jaw, a
steady eye, a pleasant smile and a ca-
pacity for hard and persistent work.
One day, after he had been in college
The Value of Tact.
A story of the wonderful tact, kind-
ness and hospitality of one of the
leaders of Baltimore society, who died
recently, is told iu the Baltimore Sun.
At one of her famous receptions a
rather awkward young man, with lit-
tle social experience, accidentally
knocked over and smashed one of a
pair of beautiful and costly vases.
Soeingjiis chagrin and embarrassment
the hostess immediately put him at
his ease by declaring; “Oh, Mr. -. I
am so much obliged to you for break-
j ing that vase. I never did like it, and
1 have been hoping that 1 could get
rid of it somehow'. Now that you have
given me the excuse, I am goiug to
give myself the pleasure of smashing
the other’ one,” which she accordingly
proceeded to do, although she prized
the vases highly.
It Is said that to a shop girl or a
Russian naval experts have been ex-
perimenting in the Finland Gulf with
charged Whitehead torpedoes—a novel
and costly method of scientific naval
inquiry not likely to ho imitated on
an extensive scale. It has been demon-
strated that a shot penetrating a
charged torpedo tube would not de-
tonate tho explosive, hut only destroy
the motive power of the projectile by
releasing the compressed air. A heavy
charge of gun cotton exploded near
the beau of another torpedo caused
wholesale destruction—the missile, shed
containing it, and a number of sheep
grazing near at hand having been
wiped out. In a subsequent test a
pontoon sheathed with heavy armor-
plate was blown into the air by a
single torpedo directed against the pro
teeting armor. To thus supplement
theories of explosives by actual prac-
tice of $1150 per torpedo is clearly a
commendable feature of original naval
research.
about a week, he took a chair from ... *
his room into tl.e hall. mol.uL-.l It and1 theatre ticket aelit-r or any one else
nailed over the door a large square of
cardboard on which was painted a j
big black V, and nothing else.
College boys do not like mysteries,
and the young man’s neighbors tried •
to make him tell what the big V meant. ,
Was it “for luck?” Was It a Joke?
What was it? The sophomores took ,
it up and treated the freshman to
some hazing, hut he would make no
who did her some favor or act of cour-
age, her thanks were so charming that
Dr. Gaylord, of Buffalo, N. Y.. an-
nounces that he has discovered the
organism or germ of cancer aud is
uow to set about discovering a rem-
edy to cure the disease. This follows
the person thanked fairly worshiped the usual course of modern bacter-
lier thereafter.
Foreign Sovereign* In British Army.
King Edward has followed precedent
in giving rank iu our army to foreign
sovereigns. Few persons, however,
have noticed the appropriateness of
answer to tlm question* they put. At His Majesty's selection of the Oxford-
let alone ami his V re shire Light lufiiutry as the regiment
1 care net for Ins spendthrift ways,” i
The maiden cried in glee; 4 ,
He's simply lovely, for. you know, d
He spends it all on me.” "
—Philadelphia Record.
Mistress—“Another breakage. Jane?
Ami n wedding present, too! How
ever /lid you do It?" Jane (sobbing))
They al -ways break when I—drop
’em.”—Punch.
Mrs. Sleepyizo—“Henry, the alarm-
clock just went off.” Mr. Sleepyizo
(half asleep)— “Thank goodness! I
hope th’thing'U never come hack.”—
Ohio State Journal.
Why did you hit the complainant
with a fence-picket?” the judge asked.
•Because, sort-, Oi didn't have time to
pull up a post,” answered the ac-
cused-Indianapolis Press.
Under the sun there's naught
That’s strange, ’tis tru-2
But—mark me #every moi..
The moon is new. 1
-Ohio State Journal.
‘Do you like dialect?” asked the
literary young woman. “Yes,” an-
swered Senator Sorghum; “if 1 had
my way I’d have i- used altogether.
It would save us busy men a heap of
looking in the dictionary.”—Washing-
ton Star.
Mrs. Styles—“Are you going out ou
your wheel to-day, Bridget?” Bridget—
Indade, I'm not, mum; I’d uot break
the Sabbath day. mum.” Mrs. Styles—
I’m glad there’s something you’re
uot going to break, Bridget.”—Yonk-
ers Statesman.
What do you think of the dessert,
dear?” said the young wife. "I made
it out of Mrs. Shouter’s cook book.”
“Oh, that accounts for it. 1 suppose
it's the leather binding that makes
it so tough,” replied the great brute.—
Philadelphia Press.
“I suppose you think you have the
greatest climate in the country,” said
the tourist. “No,” answered the man
who was suffering from a cold. “We
don’t claim the greatest in that line.
But we do claim the largest variety.”
—Washington Star.
Little Freddie—“Please, Mr. Drug-
gist, papa wants a bottle of liniment,
aud mamma wants a bottle of china
cement, right away.” Druggist—“All
right; what’s wrong?” Freddie—
“Mamma hit papa with the sugar
bowl.”—Baltimore American.
last he was
mained over the door, merely a mark
of the eccentricity of the occupant.
Four years passed. On commence
which he bestows ou his kinsman, the
King of Portugal. The old Forty-
third and Fifty-second regiments.
„UnK slowly up4 tlie stvalt*. Its Bahts incut day Horace Maynard delivered which form that famous corps we
rii riotv n I then like lew,-Is I the valedictory of his class, the high , among the first wh et, landed in the
t hnl l w ha, Pit honor the college bestowed. After Peninsula, near Lisbon, in 1808. and
trembled, and tho broad path of light
streamed out over the point. Babette's
birds could fly in safety to-night, and
below. Landry Dubois held aloft a red
scarf and told its story, even ns it is
told to-day around the islands of the
Straits, the story of Pete's Babette.—
New York Evening Sun.
Were you after the valedictory when
you tacked up that card?"
"Of course.” Maynard replied. "What
_____ else could It have been? How else
A man's character is often shown j ,-ould l have got it?”—Youth's Compun-
by what lie considers laughable. I ,ou.
lie had left the platform, amid the ap- j they served throughout the war, uu
plnuse of Ids fellow-students and of dor Cranford, until they emerged into
the audience, one of his classmates France iu the early days of 1814.
accosted him: ( There is, therefore, singular fitness
Was that what your ‘V* meant? , In giving His Majesty the honorary
iology, which works from effect to
cause and thence to cure. The cancer
germ lias been among the most stub-
born ef all the bacterial roots of dis-
ease. Announcements of its discovery
have been made from time to time
for several years, but without being
followed by sufficient proof to war-
rant a general belief. The present
declaration from Buffalo may meet
the late of its predecessors, although
it is made with a conservatism of
statement and an abundance of refer-
ences to warrant its provisional ac-
ceptance, thinks the Washington Star, j
There is less need for caution in such
a case than though the alleged dig-
A Popular Collp^iutr Course.
■'‘One of the newest and at the same
time most popular courses at the Uni-
versity of Illinois,” says the Chicago
Tribune, "is that in stock judging. It
has been established only three years,
aud there are at present more than
three hundred students taking it. The
course is popular because it leads di-
rectly to employment at much more
than average salaries, some of the
graduates, after taking a course of
nine months’ duration, securing
places as cattle buyers at the stock
yards and elsewhere at salaries rang-
ing from $2000 to $u000 a year. So
great is the interest which lias been
aroused in cattle judging that a num-
ber of Western colleges have formed
an intercollegiate stock judging
league, and send rival teams to annual
contests, the winners being awarded
a handsome silver trophy presented
by J. A. Spoor, of Chicago. The course
of instruction at thy University of Il-
linois is entirely practical. No books
are used, the demonstrations being
mafic on the living animals. .Once the
students have the good and bad points
of the different classes*of animals
firmly fixed in their miuds they are
set to judging five or six animals iu
the same ring.”
Wonderful Milking Record.
The milking record for New Zea-
land has been put up by a Plains
settler and his wife, who, without auy
] help except what could be given by a
twcuty-mouths-old infant, milked sev-
enty-nine cows twice daily. It 'is a
command of a regiment which hears
on its colors the name of almost every eovery .were of the long*-sought cure, i Lo t. and can be vouched tor, that he
action in the Peninsular War. and
which did so much to mrfiutnin the |
; which would demand the most exact >
delivered on an average of 2010 p uu Is
kingdom of Portugal —London Cliroui- j pl'00,s t0
lead t bo often fooled public
of niilii a day at the factory, and not
to accept It as truth.
a pe'nny was spent in wanes lust
I year.—New Zealand Dairyman.
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