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PLYMOUTH. N. C, FRIDAY, JUNE 10. 1898.
NO. 38.
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SONG.
Time may steal the dewy bloom
Of all our summer roses ;
He can never bring to doom
Hearts where love reposes.
He may 6hower us with dole,
He may rack the bosom ; ,
Be can never from the soul
Shake one tender blossom.
J THE flONSTER;
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Thomas P. Corbins lives a mile or
two out of Hartford, on rising ground,
above a prettv. tributary of the Con
necticut. He is an excellent fellow,
ana tnougn uis establishment is on a
Staple scale, because he happens to
ifVer it, he has made his pile.
' Hia wife is dead, and he has only
one child, a pretty daughter. At
present Dorothy was acting as cook,
her cook in a fit of wrath having taken
French leave and her waitress having
ler hands full caring for the house.
It was a warm summer afternoon,
and Dorothy was alone in the kitchen,
the ingredients for a sponge cake
neatly lidd out before her. The clock
struck three, and just as it struck the
electric train stopped before the house
and dropped a young man. He was
fair, hie eyes bine, his moustache
light, but it was not the fairness of
, the Anglo-Saxon race. In fact, Max
de Resal had only very lately arrived
in America.
Opening the small wicket near the
larger entrance, through the high red
pahng,he walked up a white pathway,
f shadowed by tall trees, and took in
rthe character of the house he was ap-
proaching . at a picturesque, ivy-cov-''
' ered angle.
' ' A Lapland wolf-dog, aroused from
his slumbers in an armchair on the
. .verandah, broke the intense stillness
that hung like a spell over the house,
and his noisy alarm, brought a tousy
mop of hair to one of the Queen Anne
windows in the roof. Max felt he
. was expected to explain himself and
said, interrogatively: 4 'Mr. Cor bins'?"
but the maid, seemingly misunder
. standing him, waved him around to
the kitchen.
"Let us find the kitchen, then," he
said to himself; "but Pierre shall hear
of this, sending me to such a place,
wasting my time."
A little farther on a door was open
with a screen drawn across it inside,
and Max, without any ceremony, walked
in. The shutters were half closed to
keep out the light and flies, but he
distinguished a wpman's figure.
"I have an introduction for Mr.Cor
bins," he said, addressing her.
Miss Corbins took the envelope
from his hand, pulled out the card it
contained and, to the horror of Max,
calmly read it:
"The Marquis de St.Cybars begged
to remind Mr. Corbins of their ac
quaintanceship and to introduce his
- great friend, the Vicomte de Resal,
.who was traveling in America for a
few months."
' While Dorothy read the Ietter,Max,
becoming accustomed to the dim light,
was making tip his mind that the
beauty of American cooks was quite
as uncommon as their manners, and
,; Dorothy was turning over in her mind
schemes for baffling this would-be for
tune hunter. She spoke French fair
ly, and her next speech was in that
language. '
"So it's not on business you want
to see Mr. Corbins?"
' Up went Max's hands as if words
were inadequate to express his amaze
ment. "She speaks French, too!" he cried.
"Madainoiselle.in my country I should
think you a disguised princess. But
here I have sworn that, after all the
strange things I have seen in the last
i month, nothing shall astonish me.
SStill, I must confess I think Mr. Cor
' bins' cook breaks the record, as you
say. Yes, if I have still any vestige
of sense left, I think I may say I only
wanted to pay Mr. Corbins a visit of
courtesy. "
"Travelers like you," she said, a
Bpice of malice in her tone, "are not
very common in America. French
men, especially don't generally visit
v.b just for the pleasure of it."
"But," he went on, seating himself
on a pitch-pine chair, "I give you my
word I am neither an engineer, a
painter, awriter nor a singer."
"Well, then," said Dorothy, using
'. the egg-beater vigorously, "I know
what has brought you here. You
want to catch an heiress! Oh I you
may as well tell the truth to a poor ser
vant j me
f'' i .
,fung man wants a wife,"
-onrse it's an heiress."
" '.better go to New-
""tou
there, just
is perhaps
'vSuch very
a pity,
Ir. de
: flair
al-
He can never raise the bar
To that inner garden ;
He can never hope to mar
Hearts where love is warden.
Therefore let us not deplore
Any stress of weather,
But, securing fast the door, '
Laugh at him together.
Chicago Record.
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"Aren't you?" she said. "Oh.dear,
is it a poor American girl you want to
marry, monsieur? ' There are plenty
of that kind. ,
"Well," said Max, "you see I'm
poor myself, and, what's more, inca
pable of earning my living, so I must
have a rich wife. But why shouldn't
a rich wife love , me? I shall never
marry anyone I don't love."
"I'll tell Miss Corbins everything
you said, said she. ."But when you
see ner you won t want ner sne s a
monster. Her neck is down between
her shoulders, and as to figure, well,
she has none."
Max took from his pocket a French
gold piece. "Look here," he said,
"would you mind not mentioning my
visit at all? I'll go back to New York
and not see Mr. Corbins. I shouldn't
like to spend my life with such a
woman as you describe."
"Don't be in too great a hurry,"
she said. "If you are you may make
mistakes, as the author of 'Outre-Mer'
did."
"I might have expected that!" cried
Max. "You know Bourget, then?
What a country! And to think I'm
not likely ever to see you again!"
"Why not?" You can see me to
morrow if you find me interesting."
He paused a moment, not sure
whether some 'other adjective might
not be more expressive, but he could
think of nothing better than "Very
interesting!" Then he looked straight
into the honest, clear eyes that met
his and, leaving the money on the
table, went away.
His curiosity had been aroused, he
had been amused, interested; more
than this, charmed. She was very
handsome, of this there was no ques
tion; figure, eyeSjfeatures, expression,
all were good, and she was remark
ably intelligent. Still, she was but a
cook after all, who wore a white apron
and beat eggs like any other cook.
Next day he had not to invent even
the mildest of stratagems to carry out
his purpose. For reasons of her own
Dorothy made things easy for him,
and, thanks to an exciting baseball
match in the neighborhood, he fouud
the house as empty as the day before.
"Well, you've come for the answer
to your card?" she said. "Here it is.
Miss Coibins wrote it before she had
to go out. You really are unfortu
nate about her. But she has invited
you to dinner tomorrow."
He interrupted: "Just now I am
more interested in something else.
You have read Bouvget, I know. Do
yon remember what he says about girls
in Aruervii Imean girls who haven't
much money and who are so anxious
to be well educated that, to go on
with their studies, they hire them
selves out in the holidays as servants?
That, at any rate, was true, I sup
pose?"
"Oh, yes," she answered; "there
was a girl here once who read Virgil
and Xenophon, a housemaid; but she
had to go; she was really too fond of
books."
"Madamoiselle," saidMax,faltering-
ly, "I am sure you are one of those in
teresting girls."
"You are paying me a comnliment
I don't deserve," she said, presently.
"I shall always be what I am now.
A.nd don't you think," she went on,
with a charming smile, "that a good
cook has her value?
Then Dorothy turned to the table
and went on, with her jelly making.
S.he tried to pull the cork from a bottle,
and the vicomte took it from her and
drew it.
'This not the sort of work vou
were intended for, my poor child," he
said. "With vour mental gifts you
ought to do something more suitable."
Then she said: "I presume you
will accept Miss Corbins' invitation to
dinner?"
'If I do, what good will it do for
either yon or me? I shall not so much
as see you."
"Only come, she said; "you will
see me, l promise you.
An hour or so later Miss Corbins
received the Vicomte de Resal's for
mal acceptance of her invitation.
Before going to dinner the next
dav Max made all his preparations for
leaving Hartford on the midnight
train. When he reached the house
the flaxen-haired NovaScotian let him
in and conducted him through large
folding doors to the lair of the "mon
ster." Apparently the room was empty,
and Max thought he was too early.
Just then, through a half-glazed door,
be caught sight of soft purl's of tobacco
smoke and hear d the tones of mascu-
iline voices.
1 Corbins received him with the warm
ndiality of an American, introduced
to the minister and then said:
XJ ought to have been in there to j
e you, but my daughter was, at
all events. You know her I think?'
"Miss Corbins is not in the drawing
room," said Max. -
"Is she not? On, then, there is
some more bother or other in the
kitchen. Ah, sir! dinners come into
the world ready made in France; but
here! It was just by 'the nearest
shave my daughter hadn't to cook it
again tonight herself."
"Again?" said Max, bewildered and
conscious that he stood on the edge of
an abyss.
"Oh, yes!" said Corbins. "For the
past week she has been coveied up in
an apron cooking for a house full of
people, too. It seems to astonish
you, sir; but wait a bit longer before
you think you understand us. But
here is my daughter."
,. "Come," she said, "dinner is
ready."
She held out her hand to him as if
no ceremony of introduction were re
quired between them and, taking his
arm, led him into the dining room.
"Courage," she said to him, her
face radiant with amusement. "Haven't
I kept my promise?" '
"Yes," said poor Max, "you have
and to such purpose that I don't know
how to lo'ok you or Mr. Corbins in the
face."
Max never knew how he got through
the dinner.and he thanked God when
Corbins and the minister adjourned to
the garden to smoke. Miss Corbins
thought it too cool for her in her
evening dress, but begged Max not to
think of staying with her in the draw
ing room if he wanted to smoke, too.
He looked at her for a moment, then
said: "No, thank you. I don't care
for a cigarette tonight. "
"I am afraid," she said, "you are
going to leave us on bad terms."
"What do I care if I am the laughing-stock
of all America?" he an
swered. "I only mind being a fool in
your eyes. If just for half an hour or
even for a moment I was idiot enough
to take you for the "
"Don't say the word, "said Dorothy,
"if it hurts you so much. But, all the
same, I'm proud of your mistake."
"Ah!" he said, "making fun of me
again as you did then, little as I sup
posed it!"
"Oh, I don't want to hurt your
feelings," said Dorothy.. "You'll for
get all about me; you will soon be on
your way to Saratoga or the Catskills,
according to the addresses on your in
troductions. You have some left, I
suppose?"
"I have," he said, now in a white
rage; "here they are," and, taking
them out of his pocket, he tore them
to bits and threw them on the carpet
at her feet. She watched him quietly,
but when she spoke her voice was a
little altered.
"I can give you better ones," she
said, then stopped suddenly. There
was nothing cruel about her, and she
saw tears in his eyes. He turned
away from her and, standing at the
window, seemed to be gazing at the
deep blue vault above studded with
stars.
But he soon mastered his emotion
and again turned to her.
"Sixty minutes more and then
good bye forever. So I may speak,
as I dared not if we were to meet
again tomorrow. I did come to Hart
ford to look not for a wife, but for
my wife. I hoped to find her and
take her home with me. Perhaps I
counted a little on my happy star, but
more on a loyal, honest wish to be
happy with her and make her happy."
Dorothy listened, softly waving her
white, fluffy fan and taking in his
every look and movement.
"To hear you talk," she said, "one
might believe you had been on this
search for years. America is rather
big, you know."
"too I thought three days ago. But
now it isn't a country or a state or
even a town to me; it is all one house,
this house where my destiny was to
be determined. If you knew what I
felt the very first look you gave me
not a thunder clap, as sudden, but so
beautiful, so sweet. You know I came
here to marry you or some rich girl,
and you know why I dare not say now
I love you."
She made a little face; to her he
seemed to have said nothing else for
the last half hour. He understood
what she was thinking and went on.
"Ah!" he cried, "how beautiful.how
dear you are! How can you think I
shall forget? Think what you please
of me, but of - on9 thing be sure, I
wouldn't marry an American girl now
for the whole world."
"I haven't the whole world," she
said, smiling; "I can only offer you
"What?" he said, with a strange
thrill of expectation.
"Myself !" N. Y. Mail and Express.
Antique Vegetable.
Asparagus was originally a wild sea-
coast weed of Great Britain and
Russia, and is now so plentiful on the
Russian steppes that the cattle eat it
like grass. In some parts of southern
Europe the seeds are dried and used
as a substitute for coffee. Philadel
phia Inquirer. (
Five Hnydred Trip.
The White fitur steamer Britannia
recently made ber 500th trip across
the Atlantic. She is 24 years old.and
her engines and boilers have never
been renewed. She has traveled more
Ih&a 1,500, Qm miles.
THE WOMEN OF SPAIN.
Interesting Statistics Concerning Their
Social and Intellectual Condition.
A great deal has been written about
Spanish men, but I think one may
find a truer key to Spanish character
by taking a glimpse of the misery of
the Spanish women. I doubt if the
Spanish woman is any better off than
the Turkish woman, and while Ameri
can women are not clamoring for a
conflict, the fact remains that the
taking of Spain from the European
geography might prove a great 6tep in
advance for the women of that land.
It appears from an official document
which came my way the other day
that but 2,636,615 Spanish women can
read or write. This fraction is al
most as big as the male army that
knows its own language. It is a
pitiful showing, but it is only the be
ginning of the table of female wretch
edness. The municipalities list 51,
946 professional beggars who wear
petticoats. Then there are 828,531
women who earn their living by work
ing in the farm fields. There are
329,596 women rated as day servants
who get but little more than board and
shelter for their work, and in all the
dying dynasty there are but 719,000
girls iu the schools of any kind,public
or private. There are twice as many
female mendicants as male. The cen
sus shows that 6,764,406 women have
neither professions nor trades, and are
altogether dependent upon charity,
the possibility of getting married, or
hard labor at starvation wages.
The same lamentable condition of
the Spanish woman is shown by a
glance . at another side of her life.
The kingdom has but seventy-four
women classed as literary writers.
There are but seventy-eight women
physicians in the mother country and
ail the provinces. The women school
teachers number only 14,400, as com
pared with 24,612 men, but this does
not include the nuns, who are classed
by themselves, and number 28,540.
Spanish women who are fortunate
live in the most magnificent homes
and seem never to bother their heads
about the poorer sisters at their doors.
The favorite resort for the grande
senoras is San Sebastian, and the lives
the careless Spanish women of fashion
lead there during the summer are said
to be a scandal over all Europe. There
is scarcely a pretence at propriety or
even ordinary conventionality. As in
France, a majority of the young girls
of the best families are educated in
the convents. Their greatest ac
complishment is embroidery, and they
sit and sit and sit at their knitting
until some man from an ancient and
bankrupt house or a bull-raising plan
tation comes along and marries them.
Club life is unknown. Marriages are
celebrated very early in life, and but
few people who get weary of these
early alliances ever go to the trouble
and formality of getting a divorce.
The unhappy couples simply divide
up the household things and live the
balance of their lives the best way
they can.
Spanish women, as I have found,
have very little outdoor amusement.
The bicycle is just beginning to be
admitted, but under protest. The
young women love their queen next to
p.-etty frocks and glittering fans and
bright ribbons. They flock to the
cruel shows in . the bull rings and
laugh and cheer at the horrible spec
tacles.' They show no more pity than
an American girl bestows upon the
dashing hardships which the average
tennis player or the golfer undergoes
when he performs in a broiling sun to
amuse her. Chicago Times-Herald.
JACK PAST AND PRESENT.
The
Man-of-War of Today and Years
Ago.
The American man-o'-war's man of
today is as different in personal char
acter from his predecessor of a few de
cades ago as is the steel-clad, turreted,
mastless battle ship of 1898 from the
graceful' wooden frigate of past gen
erations. 'The new weapons, motive
power and othereguipnient of latter
day war vessels necessitate different
and often higher qualities in the men
that handle them. To this is due the
fact that the modern man-o'-war's man
is more cf a mechanic and a soldie'n
than a sailor pure and 6imple. 1
But this is not all. The general
character of Uncle Sam's blue-jacket
has undergone a change since the de
velopment of the new navy, as radi
cal as his professional training. Such
familiar phrases as "Like a drunken
sailor" and "Spending money like a
sailor" no longer apply, for Jack is
today steadier, more self-respecting
and better behaved than the average
man in his own walk of life on shore.
Where in former days but few would
return on board ship on time, "clean
and sober," from a day's liberty,- it
is now the exception for liberty to be
broken. vA party of liberty men on
Bhore from an American cruiser is an
orderly, respectable body of men.
Several causes have contributed to
this change for the better. One is
the apprentice system, which has been
in successful operation now for abont
twenty-five years.a period long enough
to give predominance to the Anient ac
born 6eamen graduated from the ap
prentice training ships. This sys-tem
has given to the service a large num
ber of respectable young Americans,
who have displaced a like number of i
irresponsible foreigners, waifs of for
tune, whose only interest in our navy
was the pay and the food, both de
cidedly better than they could get in
the navies or merchants marines of
their own countries.
Another potent cause of the good
quality of the American man-o'war's
men of the present day is more intell
igent treatment. In the days of the
"old" navy the men were allowed to
draw but a small fraction of their pay
each month, the remainder accumula
ting until the end of the period of en
listment. The final balance due was
paid in full at the time of discbarge.
The men, unaccustomed to handling
much money at a time, did not know
the value of what they had received,
so they squandered theirmoney. Quite
likely they became the prey of sharp
ers. In either event they were com
pelled to re-enlist soon, and in dismal
ejririts.
When "liberty" was given in the
old days it was the custom to let a
whole "watch" half the ship's com
pany go ashore at once, and then
only at long intervals. Knowing that
it would be a long time before they
would get on land again, the men thus
freed would endeavor to concentrate
as much revelry as possible in the
short period given, and were usually
regardless of consequences.
All that has been changed. The
crew of a man-of-war is now divided
into three conduct grades, according
to behavior. Those in the third or
lowest grade are permitted ashore at
long intervals, in the discretion of the
commanding officer ; those of the sec
ond may have liberty once a month,
and those of the first once a week,
while there is what is known as the
"special first class," the men in
which are given almost as much shore
leave as the officers.
FLOWERS AND PERFUMES.
An Industry at Nice That Has Grown to
Huge Proportions.
The very fewindustries of this place
aside from hotel keeping (which is not
an industry, but a fine art when prop
erly done) are eminently in keeping
with the tone of an ultra-fashionable
watering place. They are the growth,
arrangment and shipping of cut flow
ers, the distilling of sweet waters from
flower blossoms and the manufac
ture of candied fruits, olive oil and
marqueterie. It was Alpbonse Karr,
the French author, who began the
flower business here, and it- has
grown until it brings in pomething
over $250,000 a year. They raise
roses and other flowers by the acre,
arrange them in bouquets, pack them
in boxes with the stems sticking
through a hole, aud ship thern to the
uttermost parts of Europe. A great
quantity of the winter flowers of Paris
corae from here, and they go without
damage to London, Berlin, Vienna,
and even as far as St Petersburg.
Roses, pinks and carnations are the
favorite flowers for shippirg, aud a
large number of orange and lemon
trees are literally "nipped in the bud,"
being grown exclusively for the blos
soms, which, when cut off, aie either
mixed with theflowersor used for dis
tilling. The orange flower water of
Nice has a gcod reputation, and it
would be hard to find daintier confec
tionery than the crystalized violets,
orange blossoms and rose leaves that
are made there in great quantities.
Marqueterie is rather a high-sounding
name for the little carved love
boxes, handkerchief boxes and tea
caddies that are made here.sometimes
very handsomely inlaid. They are
made in great quantities, generally of
olive wood, and the people who buy
such things are not all dead, though
one would think they must be nearly
extinct by this eud of the century.
Nice Letter in the New York Times.
Victim of Thirteen.
The late Woolf Joel, themany times
millionaire, who was murdered re
cently at Johannesburg, was noted for
his abstinence from anything in the
shape of "blue verbiage" in his speech.
He rather prided himself, says a Lon
don correspondent of the New York
Mail and Express, on never using an
oath except in serious temper, and he
was very seldom, if ever, out of
humor. A curious fact has transpired
concerning him, which will interest
tfce Thirteen club. He arranged for
a party of fourteen by way of a fare
well dinner just before he sailed from
England. One of his guests was un
able to attend. Mr. Joel remarked on
the common super stition, and added
that as it was generally supposed that
he who rose first from the table would
lie the first to die he would take the
risk upon himself and take precedence
in moving from his seat. He did, and
voit know the rest.
Explaining a Phrane.
"W lie Giggs is regarded as the
flowe'Jof the family," said Maud.
"P'rfcaps," rejoined Mamie, "that
trilaswhy we so frequently hear
him 'alluded to by the men as a
'Lluo.ring g;iy' " Washington Star.
Sacrifice Which Paid.
v
nwaV.y
that al Sending cashier got
saerifieiV his beard, didhe?"
.skedy be reporter'. '
"Yev," the detective, "I missed
him bvl clce shave. lnuiatiapo
THE FLAG.
Lo! f k. jight dry rods have boomed
In flowers of red and white and bluej
On ev ry staff the dawn's illumed
The new glorious banner waves anew!
No blossom this, to droop and fade
In Bulph'rou9 smoke of belching guns;
Its roots were set, its tints were laid
In the best blood of Freedom's sons.
Across its hues the eyes of men
Flash each to each with patriot Are,
And heroes press its sacred stem
To lips that smile as they expire.
The sluggish blood, by commerce chilled,
Leaps to its fount with sudden pride;
And children gaze, with bosoms thrilled,
At this their heritage and guide!
Grace Duffle Boylan.
HUMOROUS.
Newsboy (to distinguished author
just arrived) Extra, sir. Full ac
count of your arrival.
The Rejected One I have a rival,
then? The Girl -Hardly that; I have
promised to marry him.
Many a young man who has entered
on a career has been glad soon after
wards to get a steady job.
Mrs. A. Do you think Mary Gil
pert is as old as she looks? Mrs. B. '
My dear, she eonldn't be,
Fuddy Are you in favor of a sin
gle tax? - Dnddy I go farther than
that. I would have no tax at all.
Teacher (showing off his pupils)
Now, Johnny, tell us how the earth ia
divided. Johnny (vivaciously) By
earthquakes, sir.
Clerical Friend I hear you are hav
ing trouble in your church. The Rev.
Dr. Fourthly Not a word of truth in
it. The trouble is in the choir.
His Wife They say 'a photographer
is to establish a place here soon.
The Suburbanite How can he expect
people who live here to look pleasant?
Miss Blackleigh(looking at her pho
tograph) I shou! like to know what
people say about my picture. Miss
Daisey No, dear, I dou't think you
would.
She Do you recollect the night
that you proposed to me? I bent my
head and didn't say anything. He
Quite right; but you've made up for
it since.
Proud Father My daughter strikes
B and is reaching for C. Friend Oh,
but you can't really complain until
she begins to strike you for V's and
reach for X'fl.
Editor Why don't you want your
article on "Advice to Housewives"
signed? Hack-Writer Because I
want my wife to take some of the
advice herself.
"Governor, the bicycle trade-positively
refuses to go to the front."
"What's the reason?" "They ejainx
that they would be at once disabled
by the hard-tack."
He "In the spring the young
man's fancy " you know; the little 1
birds begin to mate the She
Yes; in the spring, even the potatoes
begin making eyes.
"Pa, can I go to the circus?" "No,
my son; if you're a good boy, you
won't want to go to the circus."
"Then I'd better go while I'm bad
enough to enjoy it, hadn't I ?"
"Do you think said the man who is
slightly superstitious, 4 "that a comet
pressages danger?" "Well," replied''
Mr. Meekton, with the deliberation aA
a man who is accustomed to thank
many times before he speaks, "i.'does
if I stay out lave enough to, it."
Pat was suffering dreadfully from,
seasickness, and there wa no pros
pect of relief, for the vffel pitched,
and rolled without cesWiou. "By,
t'under," he cried iu Tis agouy.
"Won't somebody second thS motion,
and let it be passed without Rebate!"
A teacher asked a little boy to spell
"responsibility, "which he did. VNow,
Tommy," said the teacher, "canVyou.
tell me the meaning of that big word?."
"Yis, mum," answered Tommy. "If .,
I had only four buttons on my trou
sers, and two came off, all the respon
sibilitv would hang on the other
two.""
"Papa," said the youthful student
of history, "is an ultimatum the last
word?" "No-o, not exactly; that is,
not always," replied the old gentle
man thoughtfully. "You see, there
are circumstances under which a man
may give an ultimatum to a woman
his wife, for instance but, of course,
that doesn't mean that he will have '
the last word; not by a good deal." ,
A Better Kxpresslon.
"I suppose," said Mrs. Snaggs,'
"thai when soldiers are said to be
sleeping on their arms the idea is that
they are ready for instant service ?"
"Your idea is correct," replied Mr.
Snaggs. "How did you guess it ?"
"But would it not be more expres
sive," Mrs. Snaggs went on, ignoring
the sarcasm, "to say that they slept on
their nap-sacks ?" Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph.
X-Kay to Determine Sex-.
Another new use of the X-ray has
recently been discovered. Much dif
ficulty has been experienced in dis
tinguishing the masculine from the
feminine silk cocoon, and the distinc
tion is important, as the former yields
more silk. The female cocoon con
tains many unripe eggs, rich in min
eral salts. The dark shade produced
by them denotes tha sex.