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Lucknow Sentinel, 1891-02-06, Page 2t, Meeh the hillier. We itreabeerd that the ggrreat Robert Boob, Who pats Ysople's hreatbees in book, Has discovered a cure. That is certain and sure 'Tema* all the bacilli croak. • And every one will say' At Izewalits.bis.wornee way_; " If -he hasn't the gumption To kill the consumption, Be'Il surely drive pimples away." as IITLa Inn that nrn.v on the nese; Tho kermathat resale twi t the toes , • And eat up -the tissue, Hall rob of their issue, Consumption in eariieAt stage, Before its consumption at all, He'll cure by injection, With greet circumspection, And.sgnirt at the worms till they fall. For dupes and pimples, And glandular dimples ~ Tbrough verysmall doses of lymph. Although they are clannish, Will geG up and vanish. Frew old man and young man and nymph, • Al N+ T cat 11.l *ha„ir mw ehnnia aay. It he hasn't the Gumption • To cure the consumption, 80'11 surely drive pimple! away. Buffalo News. . b. Wit like a Bond without words, like .a• .painting *thank outline, and I responded without knowing why. • I moved, utterly nnoonsoious of what it was Slat I was bidden to do, only realizing that I must go somewhere and for 'some purpose. I cannot put thio more. plainly., It was simply that the voice spoke to me and that I was obeying when I gathered np my precious crayons and, taking the broken "Evidently, you oomprehend me; but alae I Ona 4till failing to uomprehend.yon, NOW a very tow words from you, if well arragned, would enlighten me. How woald it be it you were to tell me why yon were here all alone ? " "I am waiting for you, air," I gasped in despair, and then wondered at the reply ;. though I •knew it was quite true. It was not sill a moment before that I bad real 1- a >, • 44.4.4.i d 111 41+ 4 14 (' h +h 4 T ivai OIL uiwun•ua.i61 iu aujr coca, ..va.i:^u .... a23,.., rjne..., -- �-9 ..e. --. slumbering mists had beep roused from had been there all day eo patiently Wait-, awaying but the moment t I saw him I was as in the Rhine valla stoleAv their conch eg t e ,r 1ti►i�-=Yv"S�jl�i�u�r� ��'}�"--'�wiF�`�N.�+z,-"ti'Jul�,-�,W�'`.;�- .4..eecY=x;Stidzi' uL' r � i ,.,C`3t"'%t�.,,..3. s2-: ing tc whisper a sad farewell to the shadows lurking about Minae door ae I passed it. On and on and pn along the bank of the Rhine I'plodded without heeit. ation and with almost the 6bonaoione Ssease- tion of holding in mine some Stronger hend that was oonetantly leading me. CHAPTER III. " Waiting for me ?" he replied, in the same low tone. " This is a remarkable situation, my child. It ie very pleasing I enure yon to dieoover that you oan speak,, however. Suppose you try to speak again." I did not •in the least nnderetand him. I only -realized that in some way it seemed to please him that I spoke and, anxious moot of all not to displease, at least, I 1 use a blue orayon to produoe it ?" " I Kaye only these, three .pieeeti in the world," I replied, taking the precious' orayone from my pocket. 'a We found them, Mina and I. This is red and that one is green end that one brown. I know what colors they are, and 1 d slate for the knight's armor. I knew the at was nearer the right oolor for water, oo, than my green orayon, but the knight name right up THS REPORTER, Blessed and. A.Oneed by Theeo Whom Ha Serves: There are w men who are mere courted, blessed and mused than the reporter. The World Saye that he .is everywhere when it has no use for him or desires to keep something eeoret from the public eye ; then when it hae something tet theeottter 90 1 ecoid act t.^ V' the. hi..1� it deeiree to display and by the both the name, and I oared more for him display bring honor to one 9r more of ire than for the water to be right,. Then 1 inhabitants and the reporter is slow in " k ..� A Mn mm •1i.b•m a>. .dr. . 1t. �rtc gr,.,.. __.r._ nt,.. ..,.w.. ' •,: u�u^:"7ii,.. „r.•�',�-^�, �„v4, ..�,.,.r .�v ,yi'.,.41.�k�'H �jn'°'t •ftl � �,•ii was, and because the stone was not big enough, 1 made the tree smaller than it ought to be so as to show what it was. That ie how it came. I had no money to buy what colon I wanted or I would have done better before." "No money ?" he replied, " ah l now we arrive at the vital point. You were quite right in coming to me for, Before the Baby Came. Fannie Windier, in the Century : Tnere was a time when me dieeoarse Was wrenohed not out of joint'; I did not shout till ewes hoarse, And point out every point ; Nor thrice the same joke try to tell. And mangle it and maim— My wife had time to listen well, Before the baby Dame ! There was a time when her and there I flitted like a bird; My wile went with me everywhere, Just wben I said the word ; We B&W the boat -race and t,,0 play,3 We watched the baseball ,;ame— We had afree foot, as they b.ay, Before the baby camel There was a tithe when I alone Was by my.wite adored ; I sat on tine domestic throne, The sole and sovereign lord, My crown is gene. Without a thank, Re takes my very name— I've not a vestige of my rank Before the baby camel 1.HE'PRiMk'DONNL When my' pride was sure that I was bidden by the wall it allowed me to stop and listen, and, in spits of it, for a moment choking wltli regret, I was on the point of running after Mina to tell her how sorry I as -text hadopokoneee.— - moment late. I shoUId have been beside her and all would have been well, perhaps, but olear-and die - tint that little trill sounded on the still evening air, and the echo crept down the alley with the refrain, " Lind doe hat mit ihrem gingen Die Lorelei .gethan. ' With a shudder I turned and olimbed the gray stone stairs alone. Alone 1 I had ver-seemed-&lone-there.,hetox.e. There Were deep grooves in the steps where the heavy shoea of the poor people, living on the different floors, had worn the atone away, in the ages they had been. climbing, feet as they would go on olimb- ing ' for who oould tell how many ages More; but among them all, with all their burdens, I am pure that the heaviest weight over those winding flights, was the heart that I carried with me that night, con- stantly saying to me : " Yo oan.do better, you oan do better. Mina is no long r proud of you." , Manya time those °fairy had gees *od to me likthe grand approach to Bomb great castle ; like the golden atepe of the Rhine romanoes; like the marble flights of aunny Italy; some fairy charm invariably trans- forming them for the little heart that was ever eo full of the sunshine whioh pervaded Mina's life and therefore mine. Now a olond had Dome between no, and having no eunehine of any own I was left in darkness. We had often quarreled before. but Mina was always as angry as I. We bed fought out our tittle battles and one or -the other had conquered, dissipating our wrath in the joy of tusking up. long before . the Bun. went down. Bat to=night I had been angry all alone and Mina had laeglied at me. My little oloak of fond conceit her hand had torn sway. My beautiful rainbow of self-satisfaction she had ,obliterated. At fourteen year(' of age I felt that mylife was utterly blasted, and np from the rook upon whioh.I believed that I was wrecked I. seemed to look, only to see my Mina, sitting upon the high cliff above, laughing at'my distress. It was all folly, no doubt, but like the • castle with its legende and the wonderful fairy tales whioh we had eo often anted, it seemed mach more reel to me than reel life and Boppard. I could not eat my supper, little though there was of it at the beet. -The dryblaok-bread ohoked me, and, with hot tears burning in my eyes, I crept into my rude bed to toes about all night upon the blanket, in bewildered, dreamtnh (deep, ever haunted by a hideous vision of s dis- torted Lorelei laughing at her tortured victim. At last, however, of their own. wanton 'fancy, the dreams took a wayward turn toward something better. I seemed to be sitting in a wonderful apartment, the like -of whioh I am sure that I had never Been ,' ' before, with sheets; of canvas on wooden frames about me and a onrioae tripod sup. porting one of them directly in front of me. Upon this I gemmed to be ardently working. In one hand. I held a thin board upon whioh were little mounds of oolor; , bright, soft, pliable color. In the other hand i held a little brush. At the bottom of the °anvaa before me there was blue' water. Ont of this a grat►t rook roes, seemed with many fiesaree, e'oreggy with moss' and clinging vines ; and seated high upon the snmmit of the rock was a lovely figure, more bean. tifnl than anything that I had ever seen, imiling a bright smile upon me, as in breathless eagerness I realized that I was producing it. Suddenly starting from my sleep, I sat up in bed, robbed my eyes and looked about ice. The little window was gray with the ''. first light el the rooming. The little room, with its bare walla, was barrens and cold about me and the beantitnl vision was gone. Closing my eyes I saw it once more, and, seeing, I seemed in somo strange way to know that the picture was th"e Lorelei. I had never aeon an artist's studio, and I knew absolutely nothing of bis means or i, methods, .eo, though the ream was die- ,. .. _.._.._ e. I no kntl CC rt to- y inmost effort only enabled me to. nod i; .,.:., G ell lnot r 'sta. n ..�_-_ '' - mora ave. -._monk IC/ .ba. icd d. for my y ;but as I my Head and AIM stupidly etarai Iiim ane` ` gI pig p I. oonld not then nnderetand it yon and put into •your hand ?' � Your L�\ eat with eyes shot a •votoe seemed piteonely cling to him. artistic inettnote told yon,°ae it seems, 'speaking to me, saying something whioh " Ah I There is some progress et 1&st, water st onld be bine. Why did yon thatt I oonld hear but not nnderetand. It he said, with a sigh as though relieved. The spires of 8t. Goar wore in the distance, before night, but, having no money, I had, no use for the city and crept under au arch of the new railroad, making my bed there, with a stone for a pillow ; and, after snoh sleep au a tired boy mast catoh ,during the dark hours, I started on again with the earliest gray of the morning and wee soon wending my way through the streets of St. Goer. The bakers' windows were the only sights. that attracted me as I passed, and their bane and oaken and pastry were -the only things which I remembered after I had left the peved streets behind. Hunger made them fasoinating ; but a boy without money who could not steal and would not beg could only deny himself ; so, leaving the crowded thoroughfares behind, he continued his way up the Rhine. I had never before been so far as St. Goer, and had never in my lite seen a picture—save that in my dream—of the famous moll, just above the city, rising upon the opposite bank ; but as I oame upon it, early in the morning, the bine water laving its base, the mist hanging abont.the summit, .I,,instantly ,.reoggnized it. as the Lorelei. Every Beam and fracture. was identical with the picture in my dream. Every weather -stain was as I had seen it upon the imaginary oanvae. Each crannied nook, with its clustered vine clinging to the terraces, was indelibly imprinted upon my memory before I faced it. Think of it as you will, the faot remains ; though I cannot explain it., * Skudderiing_ abiverina }�gngrye ixee, veld even in the warm sunlight, I, sat down upon the bank to wonder what it meant. Only the phantom on the oliff was. wanting, for the mists disappeared as the son rose;. but with my eyes I traced the outline, as I had seen it ; a figure whioh, like the cross of the Wandering Jew, was destined to fol- low me relentlessly, , through years and years to come, urging on. the . fiercest fires to barn beneath life's ornoible, till they purge me, 1 they ri me of my lr i ap- prehension, foroing me in blindness to see and in ignorance to know not the banity but the blessing, not the' cruelty hut the kindness of my Mine. Sdmetimee while I sat there,. as though suggeetive, almost prophetio of that which was `beyond, I seemed to see through the phantom a beautiful figure, the beautiful figure of my dream, beokoning to me, smiling upon me and calling me toward it still, whispering - something about a life out of death, a victory out of defeat, a triumph, some day, somewhere, for Mina and for. me, hidden deep in the heart of the Lorelei. Sorely they were strange intuitions, but for that they were the more real. Of'oouree 1 did not understand them but I felt them. In some way I knew that my dream was foretelling something important, something whioh I ehonld know, and that these intui- tions were warning me and ,guiding me ; but I could not understand. Just as I knew in my dream that I was painting the real rook and the Lorelei, jnet as I reoognized the rook efterwarde when I name upon it, I knew that those intuitions had a mean- ing and I reoognized each meaning in its fulfillment, as it seine afterward. Mae I that we cannot read the handwriting on the wall till it is explained to as in the teeing away the kingdom Thus 1 eat ail day, without moving, drowsily awake, half dreaming, knowing that I ehonld know something but utterly ignorant of how to find it out ; shivering and shuddering ,in the !bedew ; of the Lorelei. I had neither power nor inclina- tion to go any farther. The hand that led me on °earned to have left me, and, without question, I remained as though I' had been distinctively bidden to stay there. Late in the afternoon some one touched my shoulder and a peouliar voice, deep end stern, and not over attractive, to a child, said , " Whet is lost with yon, lad ? Hive you missed your way or your wits ? " Looking np, I recognized the stranger who had peesed through Boppard. Then I knew why it was that I had waited there all day ; bu tterly unable°to speak I only sprang towardhim. A curious apparition it must have been : A ragged, barefooted, half-witted boy; dumb with exporsnre, !eating and surprise; not half so bright es moat boys at his beat ; thus soddenly dragged from the nominat- ing horror of. that grim fenny into such sentiments of joy and anger es were spon- taneously aroused in his defiant but help- less breast at confronting the destroyer of his pride and at once 'the only promise WO he might, ever bo proud again. " Weill ? " the stranger said, deliberately dripping beak to avoid my grasp. I ono - 1 far AB to whisper, " t ' , • eve ' een wait- ing Bo long '1 " Again, in those slow, deliberate tone' he repeated, " Yon have been waiting so long ? Now, my dear boy, oan you not Bee that that is not progress ? You seem to com- prehend thio matter entirely, but I pray you to consider me lost in unfathomable ignorance. Once more reflect, if possible." Here he laid hie -free hand, not unkindly, on my shoulder ; but there was something eo stern in it, after all, that it frightened me' as he continued : " Make another effort now and tell me, if yon oan, who you are." Desperately I exclaimed, " You lliow me already 1 You know met" " Indeed, foe your sake and my own, my child, I wish that I did know you, bat I assure yon that as yet I, at least, am utterly ignorant of the foot. How, indeed, should I know yon, being an otter stranger." " Why, I am the boy - who can do better if he will only study." I cried. " The boy who oan do. better if he will only study ?" he replied de before. " Now, my yoang friend, is that so exceptional a thing upon the Rhine that it makes one, celebrated, till a stranger from s far -country, meat. be .supposed ..:.,to..:recognize. bim at eight, upon the strength of such a reputation ? Why, in the land where I was fostered, there were, I presume, a hundred boyo who could have done better it they had studied." Yon know me, sir I" I cried, interrupt- ing him, for the slow progress of his words, which bad but little meaning to me, was unbearable ; and.still pressing anxiously -toward him, in— :- evey--tltat-�nust--haft tonohed his pity, I think, for in the end he laid his hand upon my cheek, and, lifting my fade to his, said more gently : " It strikes me in reality yon are making a mistake, my boy. I think 0 yon will re- flect a little we shall come at it better. Now, 0 it is true that I know you, tell me something else by which I may know that I know you.,' You are the one, sir. You ere,' I know," persister " I do not. deny it," he replied, demurely smiling, " but which one ? what one ?" " Thatone who looked at my picture 0n the wall and told me I could do better 0 I would only study," I sobbed. " Ah 1" he said with a sigh, and his large gray eyes rested 011 inO with a carious smile. . He lifted hie eyebrows a little, and laying his hand again upon my shoal • er, eaid : " Now, at least, see how you have enlightened me. Yee, I am the one. I perfeotly remember now that there was a boy, though I should never, have thought that you and he were one, 'drawing a pic- ture on the wall, by the way to the oaeile, down at Boppard, a day or two ago. Yee, I remember the work quite dietinotly. There was a river and a knight and a tree. It was a battle Beane. Yea, and if my memory serves me, I believe that I was oorreot, though somewhat discourteous, in asserting that the boy who oo'ald do so well as that would have done even better than he did as the result of e little more •study." ""Of course I ehoald !" I exclaimed, " and I oame here to tell yon that I would." "Came all the way from Boppard to tell me that yon would study art?" he repeated, looking at me wonderingly. " That was a rare bit of wasted genius, but genlna is always very wasteful in itself.' Wait a bit, my boy, a sudden Thought has come to me. Look sharp now.l tell me truly or I shall know it it yon lie! who was it that sent yon after me ? Who told yon to come to me ?" "Yon did, air. Yon said it, and I oame," 1 'exclaimed ; " and there is nobody any- where who cares 0 I go or if I come." " It was . a very onrioae construction for a boy to put upon so brief a statement of an obvious foot," he said, deliberately, " and if it is advice from mo that yon are seeking, I should oerteinly bid you go baok, forthwith, to Itoppard ; work faithfully for your father end mother, es any good boy ehonld, and and give np forever any foolish notions about art. Art is a herd and whimsical master. I would not willingly make my- self a slave to it 0 I/were yon ; only this •;, if ever, for pastime, I did draw a picture, even though it were only a .picture on the wall, I would heve certain care that the water was not green and that the most ' prominent knight, in the. foreground, was pot as tall as a tree growing beside him. That is all that I meant ; just a enggestion that a little study Would . better it in eome of its details." Every word and motion seemed to repel me, yet I only elapsed hie hand the closer, feeling that he alone oonld save me from himeelf, whom I feared. Thne, deeper - needed, however, in °etching hie hand and aiely, I replied clung to it in the fear that, being annoyed 1 " I have no father or mother to work for and I will not go back. to Boppard. How is a boy to make bine water with green orayon ? Can a man do it ? Give me oolors, real, true colors, end I will show you now that I can do better than that." The stranger sat deliberately down upon the river bank end l&nghed at me. It might have been confusing, embarrassing and wounding, even to a boy's pride, to be lenghed at in this way, had it not been that the overwhelming e®tii=fashion, in ;iziding him sitting down, where there was no lin- mediate danger of his turning away from me, obliterated every other sentiment end I waited patiently till at lees he observed : " It slowly dawns npon me that yon are, indeed, something of a genine ; there is no doubt ,boat it ; bnt is it not the inalien&ble quality of genius' to create ? Where would be the arlietio by, my stupidity, he would torn away again before I found the power to speak. " I &eked you whet was out with yon," he said, sternly. "Are your wits wool- gathering ? " ' I opened my month in a freesia effort to reply, but in vain ; I could only ehake my head. " I notioe that yon have a tongue in there," he observed with a faint smile. '+ It ie a pity a you to not nnderetand the lino of it." His eyes seemed piercing through and throngh me. Bat still epee►king slowly and more as though to himeelf theta to mo, he oontinned : " It is fine material to bo running to waste. I say, my boy, 'reflect 1 Are yon awake ? I am taking it for granted that yon nnderetand the language I am apeeking." xr _mid , t . s Baa a• vice w' io you were unab a to fo low without it. I preen= that you would only expect me to lend yon a thaler, but the demand is too moderate. Here is a Louis d'or. Yon are quite welcome to it ; or, it you wish, when you have made your- self a Raphael or an Angelo; you oan return it. Take it, my boy, take it I say. 'Tie not a charity ; I am only loaning it to yon." In all my life I had never ,seen a gold coin before, except in the Boppard money °hanger's mindow, behind the iron grating. I had never once held so mnoh as a silver eheler hi my hand; I had never possessed e groechen of my own individual right. With two eyes strained to their utmost oapeoity the boy looked at the glittering. coin. Whet would not a Louis d'or pro- duoe for him 1 Food ? He was hungry. Crayons? How he longed for them 1 An the world, twine over, I thought that such 'a sum would buy. I even wondered if, Mina might not forget that I could do better if she knew that I wag the proud possessor of a great yellow Louis. The boys of Boppard, tool How I had envied them the paltry coins they need to vaunt, knowing • that I _ had' none , o!' them. Vengeance is sweet, even to a boy ; and my band trembled to tench the Louie ; but my eyes ooked for an instant into the gray eyes of the stranger' and something there sent the hot blood rushing to my cheeks. Hardly knowing why, I fiercely etraok the hand that held the gold toward me; exclaiming angril : " It was for colors, true colors That I eked not_lor thatLLonl1y warts to show yon that I can do better." Smiling still, the stranger picked up the gold, brushed off the duet and put the Louie in his pooket, slowly repeating, as before : "' Colors, tree colors.' Genius'is ever so stupidly dissatisfied with gold. Well, if it Must be oolore, wby,come, my boy,eit down beside me. There 1 Sit, I said, not tumble down.. What, are you ill? '! "No, sir," I muttered faintly, trembling, -however, With alarm`lttemeeownrweakness, though it wee enrely natural enough ander the oiroumetanoes, . when, turning to obey, I stumbled and would have` !ellen had not the stranger oanght me. Then, as he seated me safely by hie side, he puthie arm abont me, drew me toward him, and looking- down into my face he said very gently, " I fear, my boy, that you are ill." It was only a little sot of common kind- ness, 110 doubt ; only a gentle look ; only a touch of compassion; but, coming as it did, it opened all the fountains that were full to overflowing, just beneath the endue of the tired eyes, and they responded in a flood of tears, while the boy cried as only a boy can ory when nature, etrength and °curage have deserted him, and for the fleet time in his life he feels the en/sport of a strong ,arm about him in his weakness, and in his loneliness the'tonoh of the soft hand of sympathy The stranger drew the heed down upon hie knee and gently stroked the hair from. the forehead until the tears flowed lees freely. Then, by carious sounds, I knew that he must be doing something and im• mediately began to wonder what it was, till presently curiosity led me to forget my.' Bribe and peep through the mists for a momentary inveetigiition. One glimpse was enough to open my eyes wide end I could almost have cried again . for joy'. From a little °ase which had been hanging over his shoulder the stranger had taken a square piece of canvas and fastened it to a wooden frame, then he took brushes, three or four of tlhem. Altogether they were not so large as the mullein brush which the Bop. pard sign -painter need for his most delicate work. Then he took ont jest each a thin piece of board as I had seen in my dream, and from a case he drew smell bottles of soft, shiny staff, from which he premed drops of beautiful color on the board. True oc or ! ite, blue, green. brown, red, blok. reathlesely I told off the drops as they oame'; real life pigments and an artist's palette, just es I had seen them in my dream ; but never anywhere else. Last of all, .he took a delioete pencil from the oaee, and, looking down with a smile at my eagerly upturned fade, he eaid " If the storm has cleared away Riffle ciently, why, here are the true colors that Yon asked for, and I should like to Bee you experiment with them. Draw the picture with this pencil first ; draw it lightly ; only distinot enough for yon to see what you are doing ; then fill in the color. Do yon seal ? • Try making up that battle scene again for me." I beard very little, and I am erne I cared even lose whet it was that he was saying or what about the battle scone, for I hold the canvas neon my knee end the pencil n my hand. Of conree the pencil was mnoh softer than my orayon°, but the oanvae Was not so hard as the wall, eo that the work wee not entirely new in its nonlife My fingere moved nervonely, bnt not aare- lesely, and to some extent I eoemed to know what I wee doing really .without' knowing. I had formed no plan of what my alletoh ehonld be, yet it was not the battle -scone. ft was the greet, rook over the river. It was hardly the greet rook either, for I do not think that I onoe looked et it. It wag really the painting of my dream that I wee repro. ducing from memory. Even this I did not fully realize, myself, until with bated breath I turned an inquiring glance at the stranger who had been silently watch ing me. - ('o.he Qonttnne t -e -- „ Lord Salisbury writes that an early dissolution of P,arliment a not probable. which they are interested, then " is .no where, at the best a good for nothing. Newt to him is of no valve until it beooanee his- tory." The reporter has to deal with a strange orowd. Some of . them say, that " They would die if their names got into print," °there- enjoy the best of health striving to get them there, yet. in spite of the peoaliarities of the people he lives and _ .+....,. oe ♦!,urge n.1Lwz$re hie friendethrblens even n places, who are not afraid to own him oan he Been from the bold stand taken by Chap- lain Allison when he held the onerous position as ohaplaiu of the Minnesota Senate. One .morning he startled that august assembly with the following preroration : " And now, dear Lord, bless the reportere, whose nimble pane catch every word almost before is is uttered. Like Thyself, they are omnipresent and almost omnipotent. If we take the winge of the morning and fly to the uttermost , parte of the earth, they are there. They meet no in the jangles of Africa, they way- lay ne in the solitary canyons of Colorado, and when at length we find the latitude of the magnetio pole, behold they are there. May their light and goodness be equal to' their power, and when the -General Assem- bly of Heaven convenes, let no reporter be excluded, Amen.—Rev. T. J. Macfaddin tin Newburyport (Masa.) Herald. PARIS THAWING Our. Great Damage Caused in France by the Heavy Frosts. ('.Paris..°ebbeeity_ses At loaf iheethaw has arrived after a, frost the severest for eighteen years. Never in the annals of Paris has so much misery been known as for the past few weeks. The enormous °lase of sufferers mishits of painters, brick- layers, gardeners, and snoh like. There are probably -50,000 people unemployed.. rhe vote of 6,000,0001. by the French Gov- ernment did more to popularize the Gov- er-nhient_.then eny_eother Iegialat've eat. Then came an appeal from the press, and two days' collection amounted to 150,0001. The market gsrdenere round Paris are in despair. Their crops are totally ruined. The price of vegetables in Paris is snoh that they ere a luxury only for the rich. The Seine's ioe shroud is rapidly breaking up down stream. The tugs used to break np the ice have carried away many old narrow bridges, suoh as Poise)... . . Popular Fallacies. That the phyeieinn oolleots hie bille with greeter Baso than the tailor. That men never, read cook -books or fashion magazines. That only she eye -glassed young lady feels that inward bliss whioh comes of culture. That a passion for fancy drinke denote(' e. love of the beautiful. That there is a good-looking woman in the world who doesn't know it. mThat there is anything that has severed ore friendships than she simple phreee "Lend me five dollars."—Judge. Pointer From a Barber. ” What a foolish habit some mon have of putting water en the hair in this kind of weather 1" remarked one of the Duquesne barbers yesterday. " Why put water on the hair at all ? It is done, to be sure, to make the hair lie down, but it is more of a habit then anything else. The hair oan be brushed dry as well as wet. Yon see, men . go out of barber shop° with the water running from behind their ears. In a few minutes it is changed into ioi°leu. The next day they complain of earache, nenrajgia or pain in the back o! the. head. Do yon wonder why ? The cause ie not deeply hidden. ' It is not water on the brain this time, but ion on the hair." —Pittsburg Dispatch. He was no Musician. Rooheeter Herald : Father—Where are the girls going to -night"? Mother—There is a rehearsal. of " The Messiah," I believe. Father, sharply—Haa that infernal ghoete dance craze come east ? A Quiet Hint. New York News: Old Gaborone—And what did Hants Claus bring you; my little man ? M smma-8how the kind gentleman your beautiful toy bank, Tommy. The Use of It. Boston Post: Yon art utilize New Year's by sending the present which you didn't want to the person whom you forgot. 1W hat Killed Rim. Syraone° three/; Who killed Parnell ? ".I," said Kilkenny ; " I'll bet a penny I killed Ptarnell." RoCInIaaTICIa hag it Society for the Organi- zation of Charity whioh is worked in no- oordenoe with the following objects and principles rind • (lo -operation between individuals eliurohen and charitable agenelo*, both pablio and private, Limn preventing the overlapping of Irelief• tIon MI will re accurate knowledge of o neach applicant for assit an00. Third—Tho exposure of habitual beggars and ' frnndn. organizationf vieitl of friendly ornwho nhaI1 by p rtaonalInter body t and sym- pathy gradually bnilr1 ,up habits of saving ani Inrluetry itntot g the loan fortunate, Linn preserv- ing and elevating the home.1 NMI .1110 br•�l,irr(: of the poor to hole Lhaiu enlvnn by malting employment the basin of• relief, delp} ilall s lteebr d melts, ahe nd prithe mo eedeto Phile the nem°ri of over two hundred young girls who have disappeared an completely from their friends and that pity an though the earth bad sported is up and swallowed them._ ,,1' n me or • J $f 'were between'. . 11tH• dgos oft and 16 years. It in a groat myetory. The Yemeni' Alliance le going to extend ile organizetion;to Now York State. ia.