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Toronto, Canada, has sixty-eight miles
of street railways and the city receives
$18,000 a month, which is ten per cent.
f the company V gross earnings. At
certain hours of the morning and evening
passengers can purchase eight tickets for
twenty-five cents.
v An elaborate fctone roadway has been
unearthed in Illinois, and it has been
suggested that it may have been built by
'the Aztecs before they were driven out
f that region by the Indians. As ''it is
largely composed of cobblestones, ob
serves tbe Philadelphia Record, those
municipalities which favor that style of
road construction to-day have at least
antiquity to fall back upon as an excuse
for continuing the present system.
The New York Post publishes a letter
wpon the recent rain-making experiments
in Texas from a writer for "whose truth
fulness and good character it vouches,"
which presents rather a ludicrous picture
of these experiments. He says that the
alleged rain producers were the butt of
every joker, that they were afraid to
touch off their own bombs and other
tain-compelling inventions, andthat they
produced none of the results which have
been sent over the country as having
followed their explosions."
A company in St. Louis is raising
.mushrooms in an immense cellar, 12x90
feet, for the Western market. An in
quirer who ventured into the subterra
nean garden found an almost Egyptian
darkness and a temperature of fifty to
Sfty-two degrees Fahrenheit The com
pany began operations in August last
and has already sold 40,000 pounds of
ihe succulent fungi. The season of field
mushrooms lasts only six weeks, and the
St. Louis growers propose to meet the
demand for the remainder of the year.
.'Everybody knows that Queen Marg
nerita, of Italy, is beautiful, says the
Argonaut. But the beauty of the Queen
is a public affair a matter of State.
When the doctors were consulted as to
Her Majesty's surplus fat, they recom
mended Alpine climbing. At first the
Queen would not hear to it. But it was
Eepresented to her that her beauty
formed one of the strongholds of the
royal family with the common people.
So the Queen resigned herself to. hei
fate, and devoted herself to Alpine
climbing. '
'It is a great mistake," says an archi
tect in the New York Tribune, "to sup
pose that men are becoming smaller
physically. When I was in Europe, in
Munich, we gave a grand ball and the
city authorities decided to let the artists
have the use of the mediseval armor
stored in the museum there. There were
only two suits of armor which could be
worn by us. These were the suits of
giants of
belonged
that time. The rest, which
to the ordinary-sized, strong
mediaeval soldiers, were too small for
ai. -Would this not tend to show that
we are larger than our ancestors
were?'' -
The achievements of T. P. O'Connor
in producing within one week a compre
hensive and well-written life of Parnell
is, says Harper's Weekly, a noteworthy
but by no means unexampled instance of
fast literary work. - Goldsmith wrote his
classic "Vicar of Wakefield" under even
greater pressure, for an officer of the law
stood at his elbow to expedite matters
Marion Crawford's "Mr. Isaacs'' was the
result of a month's work; and other
authors, when the frenzy was on, have
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exmoneu rcmancaDie Dusts ot speed in
composition. Horace Greeley, for ex
ample, wrote his "Printer" within thirty
minutes. It was composed to be read at
a Press Club benefit, and Mr. Greelev
rose from bed at midnight to write it.
airer rue poet chosen lor the occasion
had shown himself, unequal to the task.
The Indian exhibit in the World's
Fair promises to be one of extraordinary
interest. It may be said that the whole
country is being laid under contribution.
Among the agents charged with the work
ef collecting materials is a party of eth
nologists who are now exploring Indiana
and Kentucky. They have recently ex
cavated mounds on both sides of the
Ohio River, and the discovery of many
relics and curios has rewarded them.
Among the things secured are hatchets,
'pipes, bears claws, porcelain and pearl
ornaments, tablets covered with hiero
glyphics, and the skulls and frames cf a
race of giants. Arrow and spear heads
of gray .flint were also found in great
abundance at Plow Handle Point on the
Ohio, a place which is a perfect reposi
tory of Indian relics. It is saipl that
some of the skulls unearthed had high
and full frontal bones, indicating a su-
perior order of intelligence in the men of
whom they are the only remains.
"Good roads are the best proof ot an
intelligent Government," opines the
Providence (R. I.) Journal.
The Boston Transcript avers that less
than twenty-five per cent, of the freight
trade of the country is carried oh by
vessels flying the "Stars and Stripes."
England may yet have to go to war,
suggests the Buffalo Express, in order to
give her soldiers something to think of
besides mutiny. That was the reason
why Louis Napoleon's wars were fought.
The discussion over the last words oi
Mr. Parnell recalls to London Truth the
story of the dying utterances of William
Pitt. ; In his last moments Mr. Pitt said
something unintelligible. Some one
made it out to be "Save my country,
heaven I" but the nurse said he simply
asked for boiling water.
It is said that the wealthy people oi
Mexico are getting more and more into
the habit of traveling in the United
States rather than in Europe. Up to the
time of the completion of the Mexican
Central Railway Mexican travelers were
much more familiar with, London than
with New York or Chicago. .
The streams flowing into Lake Cham-'
plain on the Vermont side are to be
stocked with salmon. United States
Fish Commissioner McDonald intends to
place some 20,000 fish from one to two
years old in Otter, Lewis and Mallet
Creeks and Brown's and the Winooski
Rivers. In these secluded waters the
salmon will find protection from vora
cious fish of the pike and pickerel va
riety until large enough to seek the
deeps of Lake Champlain.
The late Prince Wongsa, of Siam,
looked more like a monster than a man.
He was a mass of fat, having very little
resemblance to a human being. He
looked like an enormons toad, his over
grown cheeks hanging in great rolls till
thev were lost in the huge mountain of
blubber which hid his shoulders, and as
for his body, it measured three yards
round. He possessed a merry, false and
boastful disposition, and his meanness in
money matters gave him among
Europeans the name of the Siamese Fal-
staff.
C. G. Leland told the recent Folk
Lore Congress in London that he
had interviewed at -least a hundred old
gypsy fortune-tellers, and had discov
ered that they knew nothing whatever
about the art of palmistry. He said they
learned by long experience to be shrewd
iudges of character, and that while pre-
fn iv of aAa ,, i
reality inspecting faces to find out the
characteristics of people. Many a gypsy,
he said, who has acquired fame as a for
tune teller is merely a good reader of
physiognomy.
Let nobody think lightly of the itin
erant apostle of bargains 'known collo
quially as the festive drummer, urges the
New Orleans Picayune. There are 250,-
000 of him. according to the latest re-
ports, and during a twelve-month he
maketh himself responsible for 300,000,
000 of the 400,000,000 tons annually
shipped on American railroads He also
maketh away daily with $1,750,000 of
his employers' money, charging it to ex
penses; or, in the nine months of his
yearly activity, nearly $382,000,000.
The drummer is emphatically a great
institution, both as to deeds and power
of telling them.
In these days of close figuring and
small profits nothing, maintains the Bos
ton Transcript, is despised by the
who seeks to acquire wealth. It appears
that in Scotland there is a company
which pays a certain amount yearly to a
number of iron works for the privilege
of collecting the smoke and gases from
the blast furnaces. These are passed
through several miles of wrought lr
tubinc. and as the erases cool there
is
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deposited a considerable yield of oil,
One plant is reported to yield 2a, 000
irftllons of furnace oil Der- week. The
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sum paid for the privilege is such as
to
be prcfitable, it is said, to both parties.
The oil thus obtained is distilled, and a
considerable quantity of cresol, phenol
and some other substances are procured
from it, while the oil remaining is used
as an enricher of eras for illuminating ,
purposes.
In spite of the wonderful commercial
and industrial progress of the United
States, we are still to a large extent, says
the Forum using- the same soft, dusty,
muddy country roads that served for our
remote ancestors. No organization has
done more to remedy this jsurprisicg
state of things than the League oi
American Wheelmen; and it, Secretary,
Mr. Isaac B. Potter, of JNew xorK, Has a
word to say in the Forum about the evil
and its cure. He considers that the cost
to the farmer, of carting his produce
over the "roughened streak of soil" that
serves us for a highway, is no small fac
tor in the existing agricultural depression,
and points out that the cost of maintain
ing proper public wagon roads x though
great, is more than repaid to the com
munity in the enhanced value of adjacent
property alone. This position he sup
ports by statistics. It is to be hoped,
adds the magazine editor, that Mr. Potter
and his co-workers will succeed in rous
ing our rural communities to .the disgrace
of a condition oi things which makes us
the laughing-stock of European travelers
in this country.
WHEN WE SAT ON THE STOOP.
Twilight's reflected glories
Made the twinkling star look palet
And the hush of the country's stillness,
Was f ailing on hill and vale.
The tree, -with ita dark, green branches,
Seemed to spread a sheltering wing.
When we sat on the stoop in the evening
To hear the brown thrush sing.
Tbe honeysuckle wafted its fragrance
From its climb on the south porch door;
And the sweet, rich scent of the new-mown
hay '
Came afar from the high barn floor; ,
The moon was new, and shining
In its quaint, half-circle ring,
When wo sat on the stoop in the evening
To hear the brown thrush sing.
The light and shadows tremble
The picture is fading slow
Vanishing quiteinto dreamland
The mystical long ago,'
A wave of thy wand, good fairy,
For the days when love was king;
And we sat on the stoop In the evening
, To hear the brown thrush sing! V
Anna B. Lqwelf, in Boston Transcript.
PRETTY GLADIS CURTIS.
BY MEBAB MITCHELL.
"i was thinking of a compliment to
pay you, so I have done it."
"Really! Well, you are one of those
friends who
grow pleasanter and pleas-
anter till one "
"p. m. That means I am to
go; it
wants just ten minutes to one."
"As you like; but I did not sayp. h."
And Gladis Curtis gave he head a
proud little bend tt at . said "Good-morning"
as plain as could be to'her compan
ion, who stood leaning lazily against the
railing oi tne piazza, watching her with
his heart in his eyes, and a question on
the tip of his tongue.1
"May J. come again at four?"
"If you like. ,I shall not be here, I
am going with Jack Hilton for a paddle
in his new canoe ; but Miss H. W. C.
Bacon, of Commonwealth avenue, Bos
ton, Massachusetts, will grace this corner
of the piazza at exactly a quarter past
four. I heard her say sol"
And Gladis prepared to answer a
summons from her. mother, who sat in
the cool shade of the hotel parlor, where
the matrons and chanerons were wont
to spend the mornings in select little
circles, each with its own particular
kind of fancy or charity work and topic
oi conversation.
Beverly Post escorted Gladis to the
door, and there, with a smile and certain
lift of the hat that showed him to be a
New Yorker,he left her without a word.
for his heart was in a tumult.
What had he said or not said, and
what could she mean by substituting
Miss Bacon for her own dear self?
Now he came to think about it, Gladis
had not been at all like herself. What
was " it? Was she tired or indifferent?
Perhaps a little of both, and yet there
had been times even that moraine when
he felt certain that she cared for him.
What was it all about? And, lover-
like, he began blaming himself in the
mo3t bewildering way for all sorts of iin-
aginary faults his dress, his walk, his
maDiutyto appreciate certain tninss or
She had given him a little book to
read: somebody's longings or con
ditions; he could not remember the
name. That was a week ago, and she
was probably waiting for his opinion:
and he had not looked at it, but had
talked of stocks, elections and a bicycle
trip his club had taken. What did she
know or care about such things ? And
yet she bad listened to him, and even
pretended to be interested.
He was one of New York s most
promising young lawyers, and was taking
a month s vacation before entering on
the'great duties of life.
A Handsome man witn darK eyes and
hair, and a quick, responsive nature that
was as honest and earnest in all its pur
poses as men of Beverly Post's birth,
education, and training are sure to be ;
and although the fortunate posses3er of
an independent income, he had not only
chosed a profession, but thoroughly
fitted himself to meet its requirements.
He was just twenty-six when be first
met "pretty Gladis Curtis," as every one
called her; "and that was only three
weeks ago" he was saying to himself as
he ran up the steps of his hotel, "I will
make a poor lawyer if I do not and
here he hesitated, and blushing like a
school-girl, "win this my first case."
In the mean time Gladis was listening
in an impatient sort oi way to ner
mother's little lecture about always ap
pearing with Mr. Post.
"You know well enougn my dear,
that I have decided to take vou abroad
next seasDn, and you do not know what
chances there are in store for you. Mr.
Pogfc is very nice, but I have great hopes
for you. We have been invited to visit
Lady Mild ale, and Mrs. Whitney has
been telling me aboutthem, and how
royally they entertain."
"Well, -mamma, I do not think you
need worry about Mr. Post;, he is
charmed-with Miss Bacon, from Boston;
he told me himself that he admired the
pose of her head, and the intellectual
curve of her lips, and that she had read
Blackstone from begining to end. And
I asked him who the author of Black
stone was, and he actually laughed at
me, and said I had better ask Miss Bacon
to lend me her copy. I was so provoked
that I assured him I could provide myself
with reading. Oh dearl this dress
never does go on as it ought to. There's
the lunch bell, and I am not nearly
ready. Do go, mammal"
After her mother had gone Gladis had
a little cry. Then she rearranged the
offending dress, and started down stair3,
flptermined to be as unlike Miss Bacon
as it was possible to be, which, in truth,
would not be a difficult task.
Gladis was an only child. Her father
had died before she could remember
bimr Her mother, who was rich, and
of an old New York family, was one of
the sure-to-be-theres of Bar Harbor.
She had spent the entire season therefor
many summers, and occupied the same
suite of rooms in the "House by the
Sea " as the hotel was known to the
folks year after year, which fact she
could prove bj the date on her veranda
chair; for all permanent guests provided
themselves with their own veranda
chairs, and asserted their ownership by
neat little cards bearing the owner's
name, and of ten a date, as in Mrs. Cur
tis's case, of old residenceship tied to
the upper right-hand corner on the back
of the chair.
There was the judge's chair, the ad
miral's chair, the doctor's chair and
Mrs. Lewis Longworth Curtis's chair.
The young people did not affect this
never sat in the "big bears
as Beverly irreverently named
chairs."
them: in fact, nothing so surely indi
cated a stranger to Bar Harbor audits
ways as taking possession of one of these
chairs.
' Gladis had been given every oppor
tunity that good schools and a well-filled
purse could provide. She was barely
nineteen, a very handsome girl, with
bright winning ways that made her a
favorite with every one. And although
not a student as Miss Bacon was, she
was bright and quick, and really knew
and studied a great deal more than she
admitted ; bet the well-dressed comforta
ble out-of-door life of the place charmed
her, and she had given herself over to
walking, driving, tennis, dancing, ca
noeing, as completely as it was possible,
wondering at times if life could be any
happier.
But one day a little cloud sailed in,
and with it came, first, Beverly Post, and
then Miss Bacon.
Now Gladis would not acknowledge
that she was jealous, that was too mean
a feeling, and yet she was, and she really
had no cause for she had never seen
Beverly speaking to Miss Bacon; he had
only spoken of her, and if she had
stopped to analyze her feelings as no
doubt quiet little Miss Bacon would have
done in her place Gladis would have
been surprised to find that it was not of
Miss Bacon personally she was jealous,
but of Miss Bacon's accomplishments.
For the little lady had been through col
lege, understood perfectly five laneruases.
had been' all overEUrope, written a prize
essay on the inheritance of property, and,
it was whispered, was reading law. A
woman can forgive another for being
badly dressed, but it is hard to forsrtve
superior knowledge; and so it was that
although Gladis could find all sorts of
excuses for Miss Bacon's plain sensible
dressing, she could not excuse her for
having read Blackstone.
She was fretted and unreasonable,
and, like Beverly, felt her imperfections.
It had taken some . time for her to ac
knowledge that she cared for Beverly,
and the fact'had not really come to her
until his unfortunate remark concerning
the Boston girl's cleverness; that was
more than a week ago. At first it had
the effect of making her a little thought
ful ; then she had hunted up a package
of books some one had sent her early in
the season, and among which had been
the book she had loaned to Beverly
Besants "All Sorts and Conditions of
Men."
Yes, she had read it, but felt sure not
as carefully as Miss Bacon would have
done ; in fact, sne had hurried throngh
with it so as to loan it to Beverly, with
an idea of letting him see that she could
appreciate a good book.
He had taken it because she had asked
him to read it, but had forgotten that
he had it until that jmorning. Now he
would read it. But some way the story
dragged and he summed up his verdict
long before it was time to appear at the
club. Anyway, he would walk down to
the hotel, and perhaps see Gladis, if
only for a moment. He did not think
of the time, or of what Gladis had told
him of Miss Bacon, but took his seat
i near the front entrance of the hotel office,
r i 'i i
ana waiteu.
It was just ten minutes to four when
jacK union, a jony captivating young
man, drove up to the door in a hand
some cart,and., running up the step3 and
into the office with a bright and cheery
nod to BeverlvJ sent his card up to Miss
Curtis. '
Beverly kneWjk it was going to be a
trying moment jbut. -he determined not
to run away;? so he talked to Jack, ask
ing him all sorts of fiolish questions.
j3oin men watcnea tne stairway. - -"There
she comes, ' came involun
tarily from Jack's lips, in answer to
Beverly's question if he knew Judge
Dawson, and Jack went forward to meet
the belle of the season.
Gladis never looked ? lovelier, in a
a dainty white serge 'costume, with tan
colored cap, gloves and shoes. She was
drawing on her gloves as she came
toward them, and talking gayly to her
mother. Perhaps she did not know that
Miss Bacon was just behind her, in a
plain Brown gown, her only bit of color
being a soft pale blue "Liberty handker
chief" knotted loosely about her shoul
ders. Beverly never attempted to put himself
forward, but stood up, bowing as Gladis
passed him. Always before she had
stood a moment and chatted with him,
making some future engagement; but
this time she had shown him at her first
glance that she was going straight on.
And she never had been so bewitch
ing and gay ; and while paddling along
Jack was beginning to think that such a
companion would be delightful through
life, and was half inclined to tell her so,
when Gladis asked :
"What time did you order the cart?
I am tired. I know I must return."
"But you promised me the whole
afternoon, and it wants a good half-hour
to sunset. Do let us paddle around that
yacht before going in."
"No. You will excuse me. I want
to return." And Gladis sent the canoe
forward with such strong, swift strokes
thaff there could be no mistaking her in
tentions. The trip home was rather a quiet one,
and it would have been hard for either
man to have understood Gladis's
thoughts.
She knew in hen heart that Beverly
was not talking to Miss Bacon, and yet
she accused him of it, and so determined
to prove herself right by returning at
once. .
When they reached ' the hotel, the
piazzas were crowded, and life was at
full speedy everywhere, so that she could
not help being influenced; and then,
too, Beverly; might be watching her
from the club windows, and she certain
ly was not going to let him see her even
appearing tired. There sat Miss Bacon,
surrounded by a lot of children, to whom
she was reading 4 'Alice in Wonderland,"
but Beverly was nowhere- to be seen.
After wandering about a bit she went to
her room, and on her dressing table lay
the book she had loaned Beverly, with a
few sprays of golden rod. -
"I did behave ; shamefully," she
thought; "and I will tell him so to
night." Then she pinned his flowers,
the flowers he loved best--the golden-
rod in her belt and hair, and promised
herself a .happy evening. But how little
we know of the hidden powers that are
constantly either working for or against
us I Gladis was barely out of sight that
afternoon when a telegram was put into
Beverlv's hand, and he. in the rush of
sudden departure, had only time to
leave the book and golden-rod while
taking a polite farewell of Mrs. Curtis,
who was just starting for an evening en-
fad. and
tertainment; 8o that Gladis did not know
of his going, and was not only ySzzled
but anxious at his non-appearance, for
she knew now that she loved Beverly,
and had made up her mind to be good
to him in spite of everything; so, dressed
in her loveliest evening costume and
wearing his flowers, she watched for him
as she never had before, playing the role
of bewitcher to perfection, and capti
vating every one with her bright smile
and witty sayings. i .
The next day was one of Mount
Desert's gloomiest days, and well suited
Gladis's feelings. She pleaded headache,
and kept her room until sheer weariness
of answering inquiries concerning her
health and receiving flowers and bonbons
made her resolve to face her friends.
Wise grandmothers and matrons shook
their heads when they saw her pale face
and tired look, declaring that such a
gay life was too much for a first season.
Perhaps, no one but little Miss Bacon
guessed the true cause of Gladis's head
ache. : She had . been from . the first a
great admirer of Miss Curtis, and had
watched the friendship between Beverly
and Gladn grow and ripen into love.
She had unintentionally been a witness
of their meeting ,the day before, and
divined there had been a misunderstand
ing, but she had also seen the great love
in Beverly's eyes, and felt sure that he
would come back. Miss Bacon was. one
of those loyal girls who never made
gossip, especially of other people's sor
row, and therefore she. kept her own
counsel concerning the two, but watched
as faithfully as Gladis did the train and
boat, feeling sure he would come.
One never knows how it all happens,
and yet it always will be so as long as the
world lasts, and ic is safe to say and good
to believe that every one ha3 at least once
in his or her life been willing to give up
everything to some other will for love's
sweet sake. '
So thought and felt Gladis as she sat
all alone in a shady nook on the piazza,
just one week after Beverly had left her,
and she longed so to see his bright hand
some face that it seemed as though he
must come. -
It was the first time she had not
watched for him, always standing a little
behind those who were sure of arrivals,
but this afternoon she had been so busy
thinking, instead of watching, that she
did not hear the bustle and confusion at
tending the coming of new guests,cr the
return of old ones.
But Miss Bacon was there, and a glad
little cry escaped her as she saw Beverly
Post hurry up the steps, and with him
her brother.
"Why, Larry dear, this is a great pleas
ure!" " C
"Yes; I knew you would be glad. I
was thinking of coming later on, but Bev
here persuaded me to come now. Oh,
excuse me, Harriet, this is my dear old
classmate Beverly Post, and this is my
clever little sister, Beverly."
It is needless to say that they were de
lighted to know each other, but Beverly
could scarcely wait before asking :
"Do you know if Mrs. Curtis is still
here?"
"I know where Miss Curtis is. Shall
I take you to her?" asked Miss Bacon,
with a mischievous smile playing about
the sweet mouth that had been accused
of having lips with an intellectual curve
Beverly answered with a happy little
nod, and the next moment was holding
both of Gladis's hands, and saying
"I could not stay away, Gladis, 1
could not; life is not worth living with
Out you," ' " " ;
"But but Oh, I am
so glad to 8&s
you,1 Beverly'L -
By far the prettiest wedding of the
season was that of Mr. Beverly Post and
Miss Gladis Curtis. The church was
profusely decorated with golden-rod, and
golden-rod only ; even the bride's bou
quet was of golden-rod, and was the only
bouquet earned. Harper s Bazar.
Most Magnificent of Tombs.
When the wife of the Emperor Shah
Jehan was on her death-bed, her hus
band, known throughout India as one
who had loved his wife with affection
akin to idolatry, promised to rear to her
memory a tomb which for magnificence
would out-do anything known in the
history of the world. No sooner had
the remains of his loved partner been
deposited in a temporary sarcophagus of
white marble than Jehan set about
carrying out his purpose. He gathered
the architects and builders of all' known
countries and conferred with them as to
what would be the most costly and
extravagant design. The result of their
deliberations is the famous Taj. Mahal,
mausoleum which causrd a whole
empire to pay trioute ana employed
20,000 workmen for seventeen years
Its beauty . is sucn as to discourage an
attempt at description. It stands on the
banks of the Jumna Kiver, one of ; the
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largest feeders of the Ganges, in India.
It is' about a mile below the fort of Agra,
and is approached through an avenue of
lofty cypress trees, the tomb being at
the end, nearly the third of a mile from
the eratewav of the green avenue. The
tomb itself i3 of dazzling whiteness,
standing on a double terrace, the first
ing of sandstone, about twenty feet
high and 1000 feet broad. At each
end of this sandstone terrace there is. a
miniature mo3uue. built of dark red.
stones: the doorways facing each other
The second terrace is only fifteen feet
souare. On each corner of this 300-
f oot terrace pure white marbleanarets,
each 140 feet in height, have been
erected, the "Taj,"i or tomb being in
the centre, every stone of the extenor
being of marble, fine in texture and
Without a flaw. The Taj is what one
could hardly call an octagonal structure,
neither is it square, the corners be
truncated so as to give it the appear
ance of being eight-sided, : the whole
surmounted bv a dome 200 feet high. It
is not the massiveness of this structure
which has made it famous in the annals
of India, but its graceful airiness, which
combines both solidity and beauty. In
speaking of it Bishop Heber has truly
said: "They built like Titans and
finished like jewelers." The dome and
sides of the tomb are inlaid with agate,
sapphire, jasper and. other precious
stones, all wrought into flowers, wreaths
and vines of exquisite loveliness. In
the centre of the edifice, directly under
that magnificent dome, are two sarco
phagi containing the remains of the Em
peror and his loved wife, and above
them the inscription; "To the Memory
of an Undying Love." St. Louis liepub
lic ... - -
The largest private steamer afloat be
longs to Count Stagadoff, a Russian
yachtman. It is called the Zaira, and
has a tonnage of 1012.
JACK'S DUTIES.
LIFK , OP A SAIIiOR OX UNUU1S
SAM'S CUUISERS.
Xhe Routine Day Always Begins at 5
O'clocfc in the Morning and.
Lasts Until 9 O'clocfc ia
the Evening. ,
Naval life is like almost any other life
in tnat it is a mixture oi uaru wun uu
... r jA l n 1
pleasure. It does not consist in merely
steaming - from harbor to harbor, and as
soon as tne ancnor is uroppeu ui ureas
ins; up and going ashore on pleasure
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hnt. Take the routine observed for
one day - on board a cruiser and see
what Jack has in the way of duties and
what pleasure he finds on shipboard.
ine uay uegioa ai u u uuu&,
"reveille" is sounded, and the boats
wain's mate passes the word, "Up al
hammocks." The bedding is lashed up
and stowed in the netting, and early coffei
is served. ' Those who have been on
watch during the night can now go be
low and sleep until 7 o'clock, wher
every one must turn out. After coffee
a short time is allowed for smoking.
At three bells 5:30
-"turn to" is
announced in the same gruff voice ol
the boatswain's mate, and the morning
work begins. Water from the steam
pumps i3 turned on and, armed with
hickory broom and noly-stone, jacK
bends his, back and scrubs the deck
until it it is as white as can be. Then
with sand he tackles the ladders and grat
ings and removes from them every par
ticle of dirt. No matter whether thev
were clean before, they must be scrubbed
again. It is part of the routine.
After an hour of hard work the order
i a Al J !
is given to wasn aown ana me . uec&s
are flooded with water "from the pumps
and' every particle of sand washed off.
Then with "squilgees" the decks are
dried. During the morning the quarter-
gunners are cleaning up tneir guns auu
washing off the paint work of the shields.
Those working-below are cleaning their
stations. When this is all finished to
the satisfaction of the officers, the men
can wash and clean up for breakfast. .
This meal: ' usually comes at . 7 :ou
(seven bells) and is a light one. Jack
then hurries to get a smoke before "turn
to" is again called. At 8:15 "bright
work" is sounded and all brass work or
unpainted steel mu3t be polished until
it shines like a mirror. Sick call is
sounded at 8:30 and the surgeon and
his helpers are ready to serve out medi
cine or to prescribe for those who are ill.
Many clever, dodges are worked on tne
doctors by some ' of the men in order
to get on the sick list and De excu-ea
from all work. -
1- By nine o'clock, when word is passed
to clear up deck ior quarters, tne snip is
clean and everything polished and in
its place. The men have shifted into
the regular uniform of the day. Morn
ing quarters is the great event of the
forenoon and every man not excused
must be present with his division, look
ing neat and clean, with clothes brushed,
boots blacked and all arms and accoutre
ments in satisfactory condition. Each
division is inspected by its senior officer
who then reports to the executive officer
on the quarter deck. The men are mus
tered to see whether all are present, and
if any absentees are' reported they are
placed on the j, "report" and will be
obliged to explain to the satisfaction of
the commanding officer.
After Quarters comes drill, one division
at infantry tactics with belts and rifles,
-mother at 8ingletAc:sr-ctlBsseUilL.
and others as companies , of artillery.
The work continues lor about an hour,
then "retreat" is sounded and the men
are marched to their stations and dis
missed. " ; '
"Mess gear", precedes the call for din
ner by ten minutes, and the cooks on
the berth deck lower their swinging
tables, set the benches in position and
put their dishes and5' victuals in readi-
ness for tne men wno, at tne nrst spuna
of the boatswain's whistle, come troop
ing down the ladders a3 hungry as onlj
sailors can be after a morning of hard
work and drill. t
More smoking follows the dinner, and
until 1 o'clock beer is served out by thi
master-at-arms. . Bumboat women art
also on board to sell their wares, which
consist of pies, tobacco, thread, writing
paper and envelopes, combs and nearly
everything else that a sailorman needs.
At 1 o'clock smoking is stopped and
what work there is to be done begins.
Afternoon duties are not usually very
hard, there being little besides hauling
up boats oj overhauling the "anchoi
chains or some such work, during which
there are many breathing spells. Some
times there are drills in the afternoon oi
boats are called away.
On Saturday and Sunday smoking U
allowed from dinner time until quarters
in the evening and again after that until
bedtime, and nothing but absolutely
necessary work is done. During Jack'f
leisure moments he manages to mend all
his clothes, and he finds time for manj
games of checkers or "doocey-acy."
Supper is served at about 5:30, and
after it, except during quarters, smok
ing is allowed. Quarters last only a
few minutes, the men being mustered
and dismissed. Then all boats which
have been in use during . the day are
hauled up and, secured to their davits.
On a flagship the evening is very
pleasant, for the admiral's band, grouped
under portable electric lights on the
quarter deck,-furnish good music. The
senior officers are at dinner and the
sweet strains float down to them through
the open skylight. The men are the
more enthusiastic admirers of the bands
men's art, and up and down the gang
ways sailors (Lancing with one another
enjoy it to the utmost. ' Those hot danc
ing gather clcscly around the musicians
and gravely criticise the different selec
tions. .-' 'v;- "'-"V j.i'K--'- .Jr
Italian music is at. a discount, but let
"Maggie Murphy's Home" be rendered
and cheers will be heard from forward,
attesting the popularity of what the
sailonnen often call "American music,
something what we know." The bind
finishes its programme, responds to sev
eral encores, and finally turns off the
lights, packs up the music stands and
goes below. ' Jack has an hour or two
yet in which to smoke, talk of days when
he was in the merchant service or on
some distant station, 'grumble a little at
liberty being stopped and find fault
with the caterer of his mess. -
At 9 o'clock tattoo is sounded and the
r anchor watch for the night mustered.
Then the bugles sound "Good . night,"
the boatswain's whistle "pipe down,"
and everything becomes quiet. Only
those on duty for the night remain on
deck. The day is done. yew York Be-eorder.
BACK HOHK
Back . home once more. Lord, 'ain't I gladf
The city alius makes me mad,
With its unpityin' rush and roar.
With luck aye beck'nin' us before,
With hard times cjosln' up behind,
Till one don't scarcely know his mind ;
Cept that he's weary, weak, and sick
Of such an everlastin' kick.
Back home, a savin' to myself,
"Old boy you're out of the raea for help;
Right hereby gosh 1-you'll just set down,
And wait for fortune's smile or frown,
.Believin' happiness will come
As quick to you, through patience dumb.
As when you fret, both day and night
For things you never get to, quite,"
Back home, where nothing seems to change,
'Cept when the cattle have the mange,
Or when the weevil smuts the grain,
Or the weather runs to rain;
Yet even bad hick creeps easy here.
Old friends remain, old face3 cheer
Betide what will, in this we're blest,
We alius can sit down and rest.
Back home again to dream and play.
You bet your life I'm goin' to stay I
Like a tired child so glad to be
Once more upon its mother's knee.
I heave a sigh of huge content.
And laugh o'er my follies spent,
Knowin' whate'er be sent by fate
In the long run it pays to wait
Browne Perriman, in Yankee Blade
PITH AND POLNT.
Piece and plenty Half the pie.
The lady of lions. Mrs. Tufthunter.
Dry reading Reports of rain-making
experiments. Puck.
Always" looking at the bright side
The tinsmith;. Life.
Disposed of at less than cost. The '
wisdom of experience.
Love is blind; but matrimony is a
great oculist. Texas Sif tings.
"Laid up for a rainy day" The man
who has rheumatism. Puck.
The man who grapples with a situa
tion has a stronger grip than the man out
of a job. Puck.
A man never knows how large the
world is until he tries to travel on his
f ame. Atchison Globe.
Somehow the girl who learns to ride a
bicycle doesn't seem to get on welLat
first. Detroit Free Press.
One of the most fascinating of occupa
tions is watching other people work ; but
only a foreman can make it pay. Puck.'
There's a, . vast difference between
wreckless railroading and reckless rail
roading, thanks to our handy language:
Albany Sun.
"How is it you have remained a bach
elor all your life, Mr. Tupton?" "Oh,
I was born so," returned Tupton."
Harper's Bazar.
Binnick "Do you think it is possible
that some men weep for joy at times?"
Cynic "Yes, when the joy is someone
else's.' New York Herald.
Mrs. Wickwire "Yet, when you fell
in love with me Mr. Wickwire
'I'didn't fall in. I was dragged in."
Indianapolis Journal.
"Money is trouble," sighed old
Banker. 4 'No, it isn't either 1" exclaimed
young Banker: lYou can easily borrow
trouble." Baltimore American.
He "Why, are railroads like snobs?'
She "Because they brag of their stock?"
He No; because they advertise their
LOnaectiftna-." Harvard Lampoon.
The moral quality of things is en- ,
tirely a personal matter. He who laughs
at the miseries of others is a brute ; if he
laughs at his own he's a. hero. Puck.
His head was fnll of emptiness.
His neck was fnll of collars,
The girls were full of praise, because
His paw was full of dollars.
' Detroit Free Press.
He (deeply in love but proud as Luci
fer) "Do you love me?" She "No."
He "Well, I landed you did, you
know, and I wanted to tell you I'm al
ready engaged." Manhattan.
Watts " Wickwire seems to have an
ideal home." Potts "Doesn't he,
though? He stays down town until mid
night bragging about it five or six days
out of the week." Indianapolis Journal.
'Yes," said the young doctor, proudly, '
"though
I do have to stand like Pa
tience on a monument waiting for cus
tomers, I always manage finally to stand
the monument on the patients." New
York Sun.
"Now, cabby, do be careful how you
drive;, I am very nervous you know.'"
"Don't you be afeard, sir. Til be ke'sr
ful. An' which 'orspital would you wish
to be taken to in case of a haccident?"
Boston Globe. .
She "I am so fond of, antique furni
ture 1 Aren't you?" He "Very 1 1 have
have a hair in my room that is so old I
never sit in it, but always sit in another
chair, so that I may admire it at its
best." Lowell Citizen.
"I understand, Mr. Amateur Plu
vius, that your rainmaking exhibitions
have failed." "A mistake, sir; they
have simply, like many other exhibi
tions, been postponed on account of the
weather."- Baltimore American.
"I cannot understand why you should
claim that Madge Flyppe is" such an art
less creature. She strikes me as rather
knowing." "That's just it. She is not
knowing enough to conceal what she
knows.' Indianapolis Journal.
Mrs. Dogood (to her stableman)
"Wouldn't you like a little cold lob3ter,
Pat?" Patrick O'Gorman "Not any,
mum, thankee; no spalpeen that starts
outgrane and turns red the minute he
gets into hot wather for yours thruly."-
New York Herald.
Bunting One of Larkin's sons was
accidentally shot in the lumber region
yesterday." MrsrBunting "It seems to
me that the Larkin boys are pretty well
scattered. It was only last week that
one of them was badly hurt in the oil
regions." Greenburg Sparks.
Lljrhtninj Proof Ships.
A German commission reports that no
case of damage by lightning to a ship
with wire rigging has been reported, ex
cept in a few instances where continuous
connection had not been made with the
hull. With iron-or steel hulls and wire
rope rigging, the whole ship forms an
excellent conductor to lead the electric
disc:i7; safely J the ocean. This fact
explains why it is that ships at sea suffer
much less frequently from lightning now
than in the days of wooden . vessels.
Trenton N. J.) American.
One Birmingham (England) show
makes 10,000,000 pins daily. .
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