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THE BEACON. "
!From dusk to dawn a golden star, 1
Hung steadfast between sky and sward.
Sent forth across the moaning bar
The smiting of Its two-edged sword,
Seafaring men with babes at home
Asleep and rosy In their cribs,
Beat inward through the curdling form
That tosses to the shivering jlrs.
And wlsjtful wives who cannot sleep
Feed little hearth-fires warm and red,
And comforted their vigil keep
With that great star-flame overhead.
Hfght wears apace; the blackest night
Wanes when the womb of morning breaks.
With lance and spear from heavenly height
Hor conquering way the new day takes.
And one by one the weary boats.
All drenched and spent, are beached at
.last;.
The children hug the wet sea-coats;
The good wives sing of parils past.
Margaret E.Saug3ter,ia Harper's Bazar.
Gi-Fiis.
been friends all their
native vil-
Yered cottages side
V summer on the
lie other of these
' w women had sat
,n tSiJsiig afternoon on
garment1 4 setting each
i prayer and weaving with
4 eedle more precious things
Css-stitch and feather-edge,
" ,vy talked of their babies' future,
jloving .women will, and planned
!;at things for the coming ones to
omplish. '
Then these mothers conferred to
the'r about the momentous question
j "shortening," and, this decided,
baby boys had each become ac
"quainted with the restless pink play
1 fellows at the edge of, his petticoat at
the identical moment: The women
"bore each other company during the
trying period of the little ones' teeth
ing, their croup and measles, and, in
lue time, cut from one pattern their
first short trousers, their little coats.
When the boys were six, they were
ready for the September term of
school, and the two mothers led
them Tip to begin the second chapter,
as they had done the first, together.
Red-mittened and tippeted in winter,
v they played with their sleds on the
long hill on whose top the schoolhouse
stood, and one day a little girl watched
them as they flew down, and began
J crying. -
, The two boys trudged up to her
together. - .
"You can ride on my sled," said
one. ...
. "I'll pull you up again on my sled,"
said the other.
And so the story began
Tue years went by, and Charles
Paxton and Sidney Harper fulfilled
their promises. Nellie Hansom rode
on both sleds; and the boys were her
ehivalric defenders and champions in
-m in every cause. If she failed in her
arithmetic the teacher received black
looks, and if she cried over her gram
mar each boy felt a personal encoun
ter with Lindley Murray was all that
could wipe out the stain. So far
the old friendship was as strong as
ever, and they fought, as one, the
battles of the yellow-haired girLThere
came the swift, strange transforma
tion of the heart which makes a boy
a man; these lads turned, on one day,
shy, troubled eyes each to the other's
face; and when their glances fell,
something from within had risen to
, veil forever their frank and friendly
glances.
They were rivals; and the pretty,
shallow little thing, pouting now,
under her wide-brimmed hat, had
known it all along.
Nell Ransom was the beauty of the ,
neighborhood; a little creature, soft
eyed and golden-haired, with youth
ful curves and dimples. She was the
daughter of a farmer; one of a half
.dozen girls, but the only one among
j 1 them with any pretensions to good
I looks. So the tough old man spoiled
her.
"When I'm plowin'," he said, in
reply to some one who reproached him
for treating Nell better than he treat
ed her sisters, "I run right through
the bouncin betties an smartweed,
. but I vanny ef I can run over a wild
rose. That little gal of mine wan't
meant for common folks like us. I feel
a good deal like 'pologizin' to her fur
beia' her father. But, seein' she's
ours, I'm goin' to make life jest as
easy as I can fur her, an' kinder keep
her on the warm side of the shack."
jfo the little girl was sheltered and
r fett&d by the rude but tender hands,
IASnd it is not strange that she grew up
with no care for any one but her own
pleasure and comfort. When she was
lt there were many moths singed by
the brightness of her hair; many
hearts woundedijy the darts from her
blue eyes; but she didn't realize that
there was any harm. Hers was not a
" "bad or cruel heart she simply
Didn't, and wouldn't and couldn't know
why,
. And did not understand.
The two friends whose hearts had
been pushed apart by her little, un
filinr hands had grown to love her
j'lst n proportion to the way they had
come t' ;b:iie one auuther. Charles
in tha
Tt -V uicJ tirfit: wua refused and j
went away; no one knew whither, but
a woman grew gray as she sat on the
little, vine-covered veranda and turned
her' eyes, with their waiting and lis
tening look, westward.
Then Sidney Harper put his fate to
the touch; he, too, left the village, and
two women again sat together praying
and fearing on one of the porches
through a long summer.
It was midsummer in the Klondike,
but the air was as chill as it is when
redcheeked Canadians start journey
ing on snow-shoes over crisp fields of
sparkling snow. On left and right
were stretches timbered with the
sturdy pines that straggled like an
army over plain and hill, and sent a
vanguard up the mountain from whose
farther timber line it seemed to signal
to the troops below. In front lay the
river coiling like a twist of silver
braid, and farther on the everlasting
hills rose, height on height, to pierce
the perfect azure of the sky.
Two men stood in this amphitheatre
of the north, their rough and bearded
faces turned toward each other as they
had been turned in the cradle swaying
on a cottage veranda so many years
ago. Their eyes flashed like steel to
steel in the morning light, and their
lips were set in lines never seen by
those two waiting mothers.
"It's the only way out of it," said
one, at last, doggedly; as if to bring
to a close a long and useless argu
ment. "We didn't come here to meet
each other, and the place1 isn't big
enough to hold us both. We've both
struck it rich, and Nell Hansom owns
us and oar mines. One can go back
to her with all the gold of both "
The other finished the sentence:
"The pistol shall decide which one
itshairbe."
Calmly the men paced the distance
and took their places, the revolvers
catching each added gleam that
faltered through the pines against the
eastern sky.
"One!" and the line of light rose
to the level of those strong, bared
bosoms. '
"Wait a minute, boys! Wait a
minute."
An old miner stepped out of the
thicket and walked leisurely between
the duelists. He was known to both
men as a quaint character of their own
village, a man who had been among
the defeated gold-seekers of '49 and
'50. He had struck camp but the day
previous to this meeting.
"I've ben watchin' ye a leetle,
boys," he said. "I ain't said much,
but I've kep' a-thinkin.' I know
young blood, an' I calc'lated it was
just about time fur it to bile over; but
I've got a powder to cool it." (
He lighted his pipe and puffed medi
tatively. - The young men turned angrily.
"Oh, ye needn't get riled, now,"
he continued, pulling a fine grass and
cleaning his pipe-stem with it, "but I
reckon there ain't either one of ye
mean enough to fight over another
man's wife!"
He stoped and looked at the rivals
sidewise; the words had gone home.
"I calc'late ye don't git the papers
reg'lar here; trains is sometimes late,
ye know; bein' there ain't no tracks
fur 'em to ruu on, an' like as not yer
mail ain't real prompt, an' ye don't
use yer dust fur telegi aphin' when ye
ain't got no lightnin' chained. So
p'r'aps ye don't know that that gal of
Ransom's there, stand still an' go
with yer shootin'l is married."
Two lines of light sank suddenly
downward as the pistols fell with the
nerveless hands. The old man saw it
with a twinkle of his faded eyes.
"That's right, boys; now come here,
and I'll tell you about it."
Slowly and with shamed faces
Sidney Harper and Charles Paxton
drew near and heard the old miner's
story.
"Yes," he said, after the whole had
been recited, "she married a no-account
feller, an' has taken him home
to the old folks. . She wasn't
never wuth dyiu' fur lads; but when
I came away I seen two other wim
min' wuth livin' fur. They're a-wait-in'
on their cottage porches now as
I've seen 'em sit for 30 years. Only
them babies, them little shavers they
uster hold an' cuddle in their arms
ain't there; they "
"Stop! God bless you, you old
meddler "
One man spoke, but the other's
eyes made answer.
, "Those are the women we'll live
for and care for and go home to see!"
And, single file, with strange new
looks the men went back to camp.
Grace D. Boy lan, in the Brooklyn
Standard-Union.
A Hard Life.
Benevolent Lady (to tramp) Here,
my poor man, is all we have left this
morning. . I suppose you have a hard
time of it?
Tramp Yes, mum. It's awful hard,
mum, to leave a nice soft hay mow so
early in the niornin' or else git around
too late for breakfas. New York
Weekly. 4
Different.
"You shouldn't go back on Hagby
now; you always knew he couldn't
tell the truth. "
"I know it; but lately he has taken
to lying about ue." Detroit Free
Press.
HOLIDAYS IN MANILA.
At On. Time There Were Over Fortj la
Every Tear.
"Life in Manila," is the subject of
an article by Wallace Camming in the
Century. Mr. Cumming says:
'Manila loves holidays. At one time
there were over forty in each year.
The number has been sadly dimin
ished, though there are still thirteen
left, I understand. Each pueblo has
its saint, and on that saint's day the
inhabitants give themselves over, as
they do on the great holidays of the
church, to music, fireworks, cock
fighting, processions, etc.
Almost all these processions took
place at night, and the effect was most
picturesque. There would be a line
of marchers, men, women and chil
dren, walking in single file on each
side of the street, everyone with a
lighted candle in his hand. At inter
vals, in the middle of the road, would
come images of , the Saviour, the
Virgiu and the saints, borne on the
shoulders of from ten to thirty men,
surrounded -by priests, and preceded
by a band of music. Some of the
images were covered with diamonds
and other precious stones, said to be
enormously valuable. Jn these cases
there was always a band of soldiers
with fixed bayonets about the image.
Often there would be thousands - of
people walking in these processions,
and all the while it was moving tens
of thousands of s rockets and bombs
would be fired. These rockets and
bombs are home-made. The rockets
consist only of a joint of bamboo
filled with powder, exploding with
great noise, but with little light. The
bombs are simply a handful of powder
tightly wrapped with hemp. They
dost a mere trifle, but make a great
noise, and no fiesta is complete with
out plenty of them.
The most curious procession is par
ticipated in only by natives and the
poorer mestizos. It takes place, if I
remember rightly, during holy week,
and is a high solemnity. Every one
walking in the procession is robed in
his grave clothes. The garment is
a long, loose, gray robe with a hood,
and it comes to the ground. The
effect is very strange. It may seem
strange that grave clothes are pro
vided before they are needed, but in
Manila they are considered a prime
necessity, and every native owns
those clothes, even if he is bare of all
other. The ordinary dress of the
native man is trousers and shirt of
"piece-goods" (calico), the shirt being
worn outside the trousers. On holi
days they wear a shirt made of pina,
which is an expensive material. Na
tive servants wear the same articles,
but they must be of spotless white and
very suitable and nice looking; it is.
A curious freak of custom was that
native servants were required to serve
barefooted, while it was an insult if a
Chinese servant appeared before his
superior without his shpes.
An Historic Carriage,'
An historic carriage owned by the
late Dr. Evans has" been offered for
Bale at the Paris Tattersall establish
ment, but it was decided at the last
moment to retain the vehicle as an
item of the estate. In it the doctor
left Paris with the Empress Eugene
on Sept. 4, 1870, when he was assist
ing her to reach England. It is in
tended by the heirs of the noted den
tist to transfer the carriage to the
Evans Museiim, which is to be
founded in America under the clauses
of the doctor's will.
The vehicle will be temporarily
handed over to the care of the old
coachman who drove the empress, her
attendants and the doctor to the coast
in 1870, when"she was about to em
bark for England in Sir John Bur
goyne's yacht. The vehicle is a lan
dau with accommodations for four
persons, and was built in 1867 for the
Exhibition. About ten years since
Dr. Evans had it recleaned and reem
beiished, in order to make a journey
to Greenville over the same ground
as that traversed by. him with the
Empress in 1870. , During thart long
drive he stopped at. the same places
en route as those selected on the
memorable journey. Louden Daily
Telegraph. The Soldiers Kxolianged Shoes,
In one of the wards of Bellevue
hospital, New York City, lie Corporal
Ritchie, 28 years old, of the first cav
alry, U. S. regulars, who w-as shot
three times at the battle of San Juan,
and Private Manning, 22 years old, of
the Thirty-third Michigan infantry,
wounded at the battle of El Caney.
.Their wounds were such that each
brave fellow had to have a foot ampu
tated at the ankle. Ritchie lost the
right foot and Manning the left.
"Say, Manning, old boy," cried
Ritchie raising himself on his cot and
looking at his stump. "Let's see I
lost the right pedal and you the left,
eh?"
"I gue,?s that's .what, Corporal,"
said Ma' ing.
"What size shoe do you wear?"
"Seven."
"Good boy. Now, you give me
your left shoe and I'll ' give you my
right, and when we get out of this
ranch we'll each have a change of
shoes."
"Done!"
And the exchange was made then
and then1, all the other sufferers join
ing ia I Ue laiu;h. .New Yoik Prvf
THE HERO OF EL CANEY.
Henry W. Lswtna, Who Was in the
Thickest of the Fight.
The papers have crowded their col
umns with biographies and anecdotes
of Miles, Shafter, Wheeler, Roosevelt
and others more or less prominent
who played a spectacular part in the
siege of Santiago. The name of Henry
W. Lawton, major-general of volun
teers, has seldom appeared, save in
the official dispatches from tha front,
in all of which he was mentioned for
conspicuous gallantry. The public,
knows little of Lawton, except that
he led the desperate assault on El
Caney and was in the thickest of the
fights around Santiago. The public
also knows, or ought to know, that he
was promoted by President McKinley
from brigadier to major-general in re
cognition of his superb charge at El
Caney. In the far west, where Law
ton has served most of his life, they
say there is not his equal in the army.
His record is the pride of every
regular, from major-general down to
private. . -
General Lawton is the ideal soldier,
Btern.rim, unbending. He is Scott's
Norman baron, Front de Boef in the
flesh, though, of course, with better
mdrals. He is a primal man, if gigan
tic size, phenomenal strength, abnor
mal endurance and utter fearlessness
count for anything. Like all such
men who have lived a strong life he
has a well-developed sense of justice.
He is not gentle, but he can be kind.
He requires of his subordinates the
utmost endeavor; bat he asks none of
them to perform what he is not able
and willing to do himself. The
epitaph of a famous confederate
cavalry leader mil do for Lawton:
"He never told his men to go on."
What more could a soldier desire?
Lawton is an Indian fighter, the
best this couutry has ever produced.
General Sherman said that twenty
years of almost constant fighting with
the Indians after the civil war was the
"war of civilization." In this stirring
drama Lawton played on important
part. He hunted Indians as a ferret
hunts rabbits. He himself has the
aboriginal instinct, which, combined
with the fearlessness, sagacity and
common sense of the Anglo-Saxon,
made him the master of the red man.
He drove the wily Naches under- the
yoke and he tamed the spirit of the
great Geronimo. General Miles got
the credit, but it was Lawton who
captured GeroDimo's band and in
stilled the fear of the white man in
the whole Apache nation. It was
Lawton, at the head of a company of
cavalry, who followed the Indians for
months over a country that was made
in wrath. They toiled through moun
tains with volcanic crests, and the
flint of lava tore the leather from
their feet. They stumbled across
limitless deserts of alkali that sizzled
beneath their feet, and they breathed
air that was like a furnace blast They
struggled through canyons, while from
the mountain tops above the swarthy
renegades hurled great rocks and
poured down a withering fire. When
the last horse had fallen this Lawton
only set his teeth and said: "We'll
walk them down." And he did walk
them down. When he found Geronimo
and his band they were living skele
tons, almost unable to stand, and it
was many days before they were
able to follow the white men back to
the San Carlos reservation. The pride
of the Apaches was broken, their
spirit subdued forever, and since that
time the settlers of Arizona and New
Mexico have lived free from the , baa
ef dread and fear.
Such is Major-General Henry W.
Lawton, the man who made men
wonder at El Caney, as fine a type of
fighter as this nation of fighters can
boast. He will be heard from again.
EPIGRAMS OF THE WAR.
Words That Will Form a Part of the
History of the Conflict.
Here are some of the epigrammatic
sayings of the war that will go down
in history:
"Excuse me, sir; I have to report
that the ship has been blown up and
is sinking." Bilk Anthony of the
Maine.
"Suspend judgment." Capt. Sigs
bee's firsi message to Washington.
"We will make Spanish the court
language of hades." Fighting Bob
Evans, when war was declared. 3
"Remember the Maine." Commo
dore Schley's signal to the flying
sqnadron.
"Don't hamper me with instruc
tions; I am not afraid of the entire
Spanish fleet with my ship." Captain
Clark of the Oregon, to the board of
strategy.
"You can fire when you are ready,
Gridley." Commodore Dewey at Ma
nila. "The battle of Manila killed me,
but I would do it again." Captain
Gridley of the Olympia, on hi3 death
bed. "Don't get between my guns and
the enemy." Commodore Dewey to
Prince Henry of Germany.
"I've got them now, and they will
never get home." Commodore Schley,
ou guard at Santiago harbor.
"There must be no more recalls;
iron will break at last." .Lieutenant
i V T 1 1 1 t t -i
j notion to Admiral riain
I j "1 -ju'i uin 3 iik. ! ' on fight
ing." -Captain Allyn KCapron of tha
Rough Riders.
'"Don't swear, boys; shootl" CoU
Wood to the RougliRiders.
. "Take that for he Maine. MCapt.
Sigsbee,as he fired a shot through the
Spanish torpedo boat Terror.
"Shafter is fighting, not writing."
Adjutant-General Corbin to Secre
tary Alger, when the latter asked for
news from the front,
"War is not a picnic." Sergeant
Hamilton Fish of the Rough Riders,
to his mother.
""'Who would not gamble for a new
star in the flag?" Captain Bnckey
O'Neill of Ihx, Rough Riders.
"Afraid I'll strain my guns at iong
range; I'll close in." Lieutenant
Wainwright of the Gloucester, in the
fight with Cervera's sq-jadron,
"Don't cheer, boys; the poor devils
are dying." Captain Philip of the
Texas. .
"I want to make public acknowledg
ment that I believe in God the Father
Almighty." Captain Philip of the
Texas.
"The Maine is avenged." Lieuten
ant Wainwright, after the destruction
of Cervera's fleet.
Electricity in Modern Warfare.
The electric telegraph wires over
the land, and the cables under the
sea, in times of war become of untold
value in the quick transmission
'of despatches to and from the
forces in the field. Distance
is annihilated, important ' move
ments are exeented with 'less delay,
and a war is itself shortened.
In addition to this application,
electricity is now put to many other
important uses in the conduct of war.
Moreover, new applications are con
stantly being found for its varied
capabilities.
A modern mine field for coast or
harbor defence is an electric adaptation
akin to electric blasting, in which
suitable fuses are arranged to be fired
by a battery current sent at will from
some control station by the simple
closing of the circuit.
Heavy charges of high explosives,
called mines, are so distributed and
connected by cables to control stations
that it is difficult to imagine a hostile
ship or fleet traversing a well-organized
mine field without destruction or
most serious damage.
Another terrible engine of destruc
tion for use in defence of harbors is
the electrically controlled dirigible
torpedo. Moving and steering itself
in response to electric currents sent
throug': a small wire or cable, it
carries a charge of explosive sufficient
to destroy in an instant the most for
midable warship.
Its high speed and its almost com
plete submergence save it from dam
age by the guns of the enemy, even if
its approach be discovered. The dir
igible torpedo may be regarded as an
explosive mine, moved, directed and
fired by the agency of electricity.
Youth's Companion. "
A Wind-Built Dyke of Sand.
An interesting illustration of natural
engineering is the well-known heavy
dyke on the Holland coast, which was
built by the winds themselves. Tha
sand formed between the jetties be
coming dry in sunny weather, and
the surface blown ashore ou the wind
blowing in that direction, it was de
sired to build a strong dyke to com
nect with the sand dunes, and thia
was accomplished by setting in tha
sand, in rows about one foot apart,
tufts of dune sea grass near by. The
tufts thus placed, consisting simply oi
little handfuls of grass, were put, each
one, into a cavity dug out with the
hands, the tuft being set into this and
the sand pressed around.
The whole surface of the dry, sandy
beach above high tide was covered
with this plantation, and just back of
it, at the .highest point of the existing
sandy area, one or two rows of reeds
were set in the sand, their tops cut off
and the stalks left standing about four
feet above the sand the latter, drift
ing along over the surface, catching
and in one day almost burying the
tufts of grass and standing up one
foot along the row of reeds; then an
other plantation being made, and an
other, a massive dyke was thus built
up to the height of the adjoining dyke.
In high storm tides the waves eat into
the toe of the slope and pull down the
sand, but by the same procoss of
building the dyke is again restored to
its former size. Invention.
Roadside Wit.
He who matched wits with the au
thor of "The Ancient Mariner" ha
indeed a lively task before him, for
Coleridge was never caught napping.
The poet was so awkward a horseman
that he often attracted comment of
anything but a complimentary nature.
One day he was riding along the
turnpike road in the county of Dun
ham, when a wag who met him, fas!
ened upon him as an excellent meant
for sport. Consequently he drew
rein and said in an impertinent drawl:
"My graceful friend did you happen
to meet a tailor on the road?"
"I'm inclined to think I did," said
Coleridge meditatively, "I was not
sure at tha moment, but he said some
thing about my meeting a goose further
along the road."
The wag put spurs to his horse, aitii
the poet josed calrcly on his v By.
YeutU's Coijjpauiyu.
THE MAN WHO COOKS THE CRU3,
We have read in song and story
Of "the man behind the gun,
He is given all the glory -
Of the battles that are won;
They are filling up the papers
With his apotheosis,
And they tell about hU capers "
While the shells above him his,
But behind the grimy gunner.
Steadfast through the wild hubbub,
Stands a greater god of battles
"lis the man who cooks the grub.
When the sky Is rent with thunder
And the shell screams through the air,
When some fort is rent asunder
And Destruction revels there,
When the men in line go rushing
On to glory or to woe ' '
With the maddened charges crushinj
Heroes who are lying low,
There is one but for whose labors
There could be no wild hubbub,
And the greatest god of battles
Is the man who cooks the grub.
What of ships with armor plating?
What of castles on the heiKhtB?
What of anxious captains waiting
While the careful gunner sights?
What of all the long-range rifles? .
What of men with valiant hearts?
These were but impotent trifles.
But inconsequential parts
Of the whole, without the fellow
Who must scour, scrape and scrub .
For the greatest god of battles
Is the man who cooks the grub.
Cleveland Leader.
HUMOROUS.
"Does she dress with taste?" 'Tes, .
indeed! She always looks good enough
to eat."
" "How can you tell whether a man
has wheels in his head?" "By the
spokes that come frdz-lua mouth, my
boy." h ,
"You are my life," he urawnured
passionately. "Then don't take aae,"
she answered. "It would be sui
cide." ' V
Teacher Mary, make a sentence
with "dogma" as subject. Mary (af
ter careful thought) The dogma 'has
three puppies.
Physician You have only a few
minutes to live. Have you any last
wish? Patient I wish I had engaged
another doctor.
Maud Did I ever tell you how
George came to lose his heart to me?
Ethel No; I understood it was be
cause he lost his head. V
"Mr. Johnsin, does you know whar
de sailors got dat name of 'tars' ap
plied to dem?" "Sure; in' soma
pitched battle of course, suh. "
"Who was that fellow that wanted
to trade his kingdom for a horse?'
"That's a wheel I never heard of."
"What is?" , "The Kingdom."
"Hey, there!" cried the policeman,
"your light's out!" "I know it!"
yelled the fleeting bicyclist. "Oil's,
all gone, and I'm "trying to light out;
too."
"Tell your mistress that I've torn
the curtain," said a lodger to a femala
domestic. "Very well, sir; mistress
will put it down in the bill as extra
rent."
He That fellow called me a lob
ster, said I was no good, and that X
never thought of paying my debts!
She Why, I didn't know that ha
knew you at all 1
Robbie's description of a bagpipe.
Four-year-old Robbie ran breathlessly
into the house. "Oh, mamma," he
said, "there's a man out here with a
dead pig that sings; come quick.
Teacher Now can any of you giv
any proofs of your own that the
world is not flat? Little . Tommy
Please, sir, if it was you could see
the North Pole with a telephone. 1
Mr. Joyner (member of six secret
societies, who has just been received
into the church) I'm a full member
now, am I? The Minister You are,
my brother. Mr. Joyner Do I get
any button?
Mike How old are you, Pat? Pat
Thirty-sivin next month. Mike Yea
must be older than that. Wheu were
yezbom? Pat In 1861. Mike I have
yez now. Sure, yez told me the sam
date tin years ago!
Little Nellie, the five-year-old
daughter of a clergyman, had been
listening attentively to a Bible story.
"Now, "Nellie," asked her mamma,
"cau you tell me what we must do be
fore we can expect them to be for
given?" "Course I can," she replied;
"we've got to sin first."; .
Shape of the Tongue Tells.
Yet another science has been dis
covered. It is called "gloasomancy,"
and consists in telling people's charac
ters from the shape of their tongues.
I am told that the principles are very
simple, and that in a few lessons any
reasonably intelligent person can mus
ter them. The inventor of the new
art is a lady, and she asserts that it
will render axpreciable services to
persons engaged in Various pursuits,
such as politicians, diplomats and
"pork butchers! As she does not ex
plain more fully, I am rathe'f at a loss
to understand how they are to benefit ;
but no doubt, if called upon, she will
enlighten the world on this subject.
However, let us pray that gloss o
mancy may not become the rage, an
chiromancy and cartomancy, did in
past years, London Black an I
White.
, It is believed by oil eTperfs
West Virginia is uud'rlaid by
of petroleum. Tht. out-pat of
f:tl.ld oil fur IV" '
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