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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron News-Record, 1893-05-24, Page 3e ' PQ '.i1T ,^r?,, o. int or Mal>4y,. where Pi ole rierae'.s ?k'iellets are better than, other pills; 1. They're the. smallest, and easiest to take--, little, sugar, coated granule* that every child takep readily, 2. They're perfectly easy fu their 440b9on—•lnp griptug, no disturbance. tie Their effects last. There's no acaption afterwards. They regulate or \ eleause the system, accordiug to size \ Ot dose. 4, They're the cheapest, for they're t ftfetaranfet:tt to give satisfaction, or your " money is returned. You pay only for the good you get. r r. Pot up In g ns8--Hire always fresh. 8, They cure Constipation, Indiges.. Von, Bilious Attatok8, Sick or Bilious Headaches, and all derangements of the liver. stomach and bowels. The Huron News-Reoord 1.50 a Year -81.25 in Advance. Wednesday, May 24th. 1 1103. ODD SAYINGS. • GOOD FOR THE SEASONING. "Looky hate," Said Farther Begosh in a Chicago restaurant, "tem% get. anything to eat on this meal ticket?" "What kiud of a ticket is it?" asked the waiter. "It's a 80a80n tioket." "All right; help yourself. flare they are : eel', pepper, vinegar uad mustard." VERT LIKELY. "I lost my umbrella last night at your party." "It must have boon taken by alis• take, then. Nutlet but honest people were there." "Oh, I'm not complaining. It might hive been takeu by its owner." PERHAPS IT WAS.• Gabble—No, my cold doesn't eo'w to be getting any better. I have got so now that I can hardly speak. Stillman—=Some people would call that a great iulprovetnent, MALE ORDERS. "By the way," inquired the young woman with the beadles, turning ba,,ic for a moment "do you fill mail orders;?" "I—I think not, miss," replied the nese salesman, somewhat hesitatingly. "The matrimonial agency is in the next block south." TALKING SHOP, Mr. ICleenemoat (well known on 'Change)—I wouldn't go down this morning, tuy dear. It's going to raiu, Mrs. Iileonemout (proceeding trite her preparations)—For hoaven'e sake, William, forget yourself once iu awhile ! Dou't try to bear the weather. ! DOMIES'TIC DISSIPATION. "You look sleepy, .You trust have been up with the boys last night." "I was, We have twins at our house." A 000D CASE. The young fellow about the Jeffer- son avenue merchant's store had grown from bad to worse, and at last his em- ployer had an open row with him. "What aro you going to do about it?" asked the youth insolently. "I'll fire you," slid the irate mer- chant. "You do and I'll have you arrested.". The merchant gasped. "Have me arrested ?" he exclaimed. "What foil" "For firing in the city limits without a permit¢," and the merchant risked it then and there. DID HE UNDERSTAND He was seated across the room. "George," she said, "if a fire were to suddenly break out in the house what would be your first in putee do you think?" "Well, my first thought would be for you of course. I would get you to a place of safety and then do what I could to extinguish the flames," "It would be very nice of you my dear to think ot' me firat, but if a fire were to break out now for instance, wouldn't you lose valuable time in ruts• ning across the room, NOT MUCHI ! Mrs. Billus—John, you smell aw- fully of tobacco ! Why don't you quit *molting the vile, horrid, nasty stuff? Mr. Billus (righteously indignant)._ If you think, Maria, I'm going to pay more than 40 cents a pound for my smoking tobacco just to please a woman that's no judge and couldn't tell the difference to save her life, you're going to be most beautifully left, madam. FULLY COMPETENT. Fortune Teller—Let me read your fortune lady. I can find out your future husband. Lady—I already have a husband. Fortune Teller—If you'd like to have him found out, I can do that too. __- --The failure was announced in London) Eng., last week of Ile City of Melbourne Bank, limited. Ashen.-'T+t'le of 5prinlr. i've fi utideieS Spain 'li Secret I know wht'she'e pito, The miiscltlet, the truant. 13he career net who waft, Who freesia and who sblvor, and plue for the eti t't Of one yellow deity, Or violet white. AN es, I've her 'secret. 111give, and not sell; I'U tel lt, I'll tell lt— ,ply tgngue burns to tell. The mischief, the truant, No wonder She's faro, Coming all the way round By the Golden Gate 1 Yee, that's where f tracked her, 1 caught her to -day Lying down by the river With lambkins al play. The mischief, the vagrant, The spendthrift, I swear Sho was tossing reser Aloft in the air, M children toss bubbles, To shine one by one, And float for a minute, Then die in the sun. Her )utas lay all scattered ; Who chose, helped themselves; The hills were like velvet Spread green for the elves. Her linnets were with her, And larks; and they sung Such music it almost Turned old wen to young. Her facie was all sunny, All guileless of ruse; I'd a mind to reproaeh her But what was the use? Sweet mischief, sweet truant, She well alight reply, "1f calendars blunder, Who's to blame? Not 11" 11h, fairest Spring's spring•tide, 'Twas thankless arid Lold To spy out your Ieeret. I'm sorry I told. —Harper's Magazine. AN ENGLISH LOVE STORY Lank Jim came into Mace's drinking house to tell us that old Solomon was dy• ing and waisted to see somebody who could write. It was in Australia,and a full dozen years ago, but I remember every circumstance es though it happened yesterday. It was one of those things a fellow doesn't forget in a hurry. Heaven knows we were, all of us, bad enough—some of us were convicts on ticket - of -leave, and some of us ought to have been convicts if we had our due, 1 suppose—but still among the worst of mankind there are always some traits of humanity left ; and when Lank Jim had delivered his, message a half-dozen of us started to go to old Solo• non's cabin. Solomon—that was the name he was known bv, for nobody knew his real name —was about 60 years old and me of the hardest workers in the vicinity. He scraped and saved. and was us mean art old chap in his behavior toward his fellows as you could wish to see. He lived alone and had nothing to do with anybody ; and never went away from his farm—for he was a sheep and cattle herder—except when he journeyed to Sidney to make saes and get his money. What he did with his money was a mys- tery. Time and again had his old shanty been rummaged by rubbers in search of hidden treasure, but they never fund so much as a penny by way of reward for their pains ; and so for several years old Solomon was left undisturbed. • No* he was dying. 1Ve entered the tumble-down hovel wbiuh be called house with reverent steps, for to the very roughest of men there is always something which subdues and awes in the presence of death. The old man lay on a heap of straw in a corner, and on the dingy pillow sat an enor- mous cut with glassy green eyes, glaring at the white face of her dying muster. The mau lifted a trembling, toil -hardened hand and drew it along her back in a feeble, un- certain sort of caress. "Poor Bess," he said softly; "I've got to go and leave you! Mates, when I'm under kill the cat and lay her alongside of me. She's all I've had in this world by way of company, and I'll go easier into the next place if she's alone. Promise me !" We promised hit», and a smile of satisfac. tion lighted up his Sunken features. The9n he beckoned to Ton Atwood to cradle nearer. Torn was educated fur the minis- try, but unfortunately he got mixed up in a burglary affair and was traaaported. A very well-behaved fellow, though, Torn was and very much of a gentleman when he could get clean clothes enough to make a decent show at it, fur after all it's clothes that rigs a mau out when he wants to cut a swell. "Atwood," said old Solomon, "I guess I'm going for sure this time, and I've got a confession to make. I want it writ down in black and white." "Exactly, my friend!" said Tom pro- ducing a dirty sheet of pink note paper and a stumpy pencil. "Sam, give me your tile for a desk. Now, old follow, fire away!" "Thirty-two years ago,' said old Solo• mon, "I lived in England—Wilbrott rope— put down the name—and I was engaged to marry Anne Inchbald, My name was Wil- bert Courtney and I belonged to a good family, though a poor one. Anne was a lacemaker and she had a mother to support and a crippled brother. I loved her mates," passing the back of his hand across nis lustrous eyes, "as well as ever youth loved maiden, and I was counting the days until she would be mine, when a dreadful thing happened. I had taken her brother out one day for a walk and had led hien down to the seaside for a breath of salt air. We were sitting together on a bench and I was showing him a pistol upon which I had been experimontine by way of inventing a new way to explode the discharge. I had a turn for mechanics, and I was sure this new wrinkle would bring me in a fortune. I was explaining it to Horace when— Heaven only knows how—the infernal thing was discharged and the ball passed into the forehead of my companion. "Never have I forgotten the horrible stare of those daring eyes, or the hot, scorching feeling of the stream of blood which poured over my hands! Stricken with wild terror, I obeyed my first impulse, and fled like a murderer from the spot! I never stopped until I was on board an out- ward bound ship, and it was thus I Dame to Australia." "You were a fool 1" said Tom Atwood, pausing in his scribbling. "Why didn't on face it out, and tell them you killed the y by accident." "Nobody would have believed it," said e old man, sadly, "and I could not bear meet her and witness her grief, for she rahipped her brother. Women is curious atures, and I've noticed that they always ke more kindly to crippled and blind others and sisters'than they do to them is well and strong, and of some account. d Anne was just like the rent of 'em. I ppuse I was a coward, but it's all done d over, and can't be helped. 'After I got here I worked hard—you all ow that—and I saved every petting to d to her. I've sent her something every es months since I've been here. Nat bo th to wo ere to br 88 An 8u an • kn SOU thr much, perhaps,, bet Neill epou b to lr4ep ltsr tittle bugere hem wearing toe. And when I've Sano with one steal a day, awl scanty et that. I liked to think, as I. gnawed my hard cruet, that I Wee piuohing m,vs.eif to make. 11 easier for Iter; and all things were colorable when I hum thin she would be made comfortable by my privy, - that. • She never knew witero the stoney carpe from, dear tittle girl 1 That I would never let her know, because it seemed like as if site would think of 1t as bought with her brother's blood ; and that would have made her suffer. And now, inures, what I want is this : if ever any of you get to knglum? again—and swine of jou will giv —Ie waherntryouials," to Bial my little Anne and He drew from his breast a packet incased in brown paper and lunged it to me. "It is it lock of my hair, mates. Gray, to be euro, it ie, but I think she will value it after she knows that I was innocent and that I died loving her -still ; for I have wait down as well as I oouhl the n►ain faots, and Anne was ulwaya quick et reading writing. And whet' any of you goea, just take along what Totn has writ and let her read that. Poor tittle girl !" He spoke of her just as if time had stood still with her, all forgetful of the tact that the Anne of 30 years ago was, if still living, an old woman. Bat the fancy of ber youth seemed to please him, and we would not say a word to dispel it. Silence fell in the hovel, only the old man's labored breathing stirring the air. Suddenly that, too, ceased, and he raised himself a little on his elbow, "Anne 1 Anne !" he called softly, his fill- ing eyes fixed on the square of sunshine, which fell in at the opened board window, "I see you, darliugt and—I —atn—coming!" A anile stole over his face, which some- how seemed to make it young again, and death froze it there Tim Atwood closed his eyes with gentle touch. We buried him next day on a little knoll back of his shanty, where we'd often seen him sitting smoking his pine of an evening, and not uurnindful of his whits about the cat we sought for her. but did not find her. A few days afterward, going up to the hut, I found her stretched on old Solomon's rag- ged coat --dead 1 Arid Tom and I made an opening in the oil man's grave, and put "Poor Bess" alongside, as he had requested. It was nearly a year before I visited Eng- land, and then I sought for Anne Iuchbald. Some old men coming home from church pointed RIO to the village burying ground. And on a moss -grown stone I read hematite —"Anne Iuchbald, died Aug. 5, 18—, aged 3.1 years. Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord !" She had been dead 17 years. Aiid poor old Solomon had labored hard and pinched himself of the necessaries of life for nothing. Yet not quite that. Anne's old, old mother still lived, rapidly nearing her five - score years, and the nrtntey which had been sent to her daughter had been all that had kept her out of the poorhouse. So an old neighbor told me. And even while we stood on the village green talking i; over the bell of a neighboring church clanked out and a passing youth told us that old Granny Inch - bald was dead. So it was all over, and I had no more to do. I did one foolish thing, I suppose you will say, but I don't exactly think so. 1 planted a root of violets on Annie's grave and underneath them I laid the lock of gray hair; for somehow it seemed to me she would rest better in her grave with a part of what she had once loved so near her. She had been faithful to the old love, they told me, and in spite of everything had never believed him guilty of her brother's death. Well, I hope .they are together now where everything will be cleared up, for though I may be wrong, being only a poor, unlearned man, anti badly up in my cate- chism, it has always appeared to me that heaven would be u sorry place to go to if a body ain't a -going to have those he Loved here along with him to know and to talk o. And if God is good, as I believe He is, think He'll some time give us all buck our wn.—New York Weekly. I 0 "Square in the Eye." "The ability to look you "square in the eye" is generally regarded as an excellent characteristic of a reran. There are some people who don't think that way, however. They prefer the gentleman who modestly keeps his eyes averted. They know of noth ing more annoying than an .impudent stare, such as the gerttlenaan generally indulges in who prides himself on the ability in questions Some of the most honorable and straight- forward men in the country have "shift- ing" eyes, and they find it uncomfortable to gaze steadfastly at anybody or anything more than a minute at a time. As we grow older we begin to realize that it isn't safe to make ironclad rules for the judgment, and measurement of our fellow beings. The standard that will apply admirably in one instance is hopelessly unreliable in another. —Washington News. the Hebrew Conquest of Canaan. • • The January issue of the Quarterly State- ment of the Palestine Exploration Fund contains an account of the work carried on at Laehish by Mr. Bliss. So far altogether the moat valuable find at Lachtsh is the tablet which closely resembles those found at Tel Amarna and contains similar state- ments. Major Conder hat% just issued a volume dealing with all these tablets, one hundred and seventy-six in number and written about 1480 B. C. by Amorites, I'Inenieians, Philistines, and others, includ- ing the Kings of Hazor, Jerusalem, and Gazer, contemporaries of Joshua. Their statements refer to the Hebrew conquest, and name about one hundred and thirty towns and countries, most of which are already identified.—American Antiquarian. Making a Meteorological Balloon. M. Renard thinks he has obtained a cloth and varnish at once sufficiently light and impervious to hydrogen to make a balloon which will put below itself eleven -twelfths of the earth's atmosphere, ascending to a height of twelve utiles. His proposition is to equip such n balloon with a self-regisa tering harometar, thermometer and octino- meter and then set it free. The instru• menta are to be packed in a sort of interior skeleton of light willow work. The weight of the whole thing is only twenty pounds, and nearly half of this is allotted to the tnoteorological apparatus. The estimated coat of each ascent is $10.—Journal de Physique. Short Sayings. Every man is some boy's hero. The troubles of today alone never kill. Golden opportunities Hy low, but they fly swift. Whoever opposes truth is bound to come out a loser by it. The shortest cut to wealth is through the lane of oontentmenS. The man who talks muoh about himself will always have a tired audience. People sometimes make the most noiserin church when they are sound asleep. SOME E CO WON WELDS, LD)S, 1NTE;R STING Qg3CRiPTIONS SY PRQFeSSQR PANT'ON, The Milkweed Family --The lint tertly Weed -., 11to Plantain Family — nth Grass—Their Hubris and Where They Grow. Asclepiadaceae (Milkweed FaIllily)— The plants in this faintly have a milky juice, which exudes from any portion broken or torn. Asclepias Cornuti (Com mon Milkweed). This weed frequently grows in groups by the wayside ; soinetflnt's appears in fields and becomes quite difficult to overcome. The stem is 3 to 4 feet high, bears oval leaves 5 to 7 inches long, arranged in COMMON MILKWEED. pairs ; the purplish flowers are in clusters at the axis of the leaves, and from them arise very peculiar -looking pods, tilted with seeds imbedded in a cotton -like sub- stance. When any part of the plant is cut. a thick, milky Juice passes out. If well established in a fertile soil, its long, deep perennial roots are difficult to kill. In such cases continual thorough cultiva- tion becomes necessary. A. tuberosa (13utterfly-weed). This species is very attractive, and by some has been introduced into gardens. It is unite common along the railway south of Galt and in the Niagara district. The stem is erect, very leafy, branching at the summit; leave; somewhat linear, and with little or no stalk. The flowers are a bright orange, stud the plant has a beautiful appearance when in full bloom. Though sometimes along the wayside and in the fields, yet it is not viewed as troublesome a weed as the former species. RIB -GRASS. P. lauceolata (Rib -grass). In this the leaves are touch Longer and narrower; the Hower spike short; thick and dense. The leaves are 3 to 5 -ribbed. The seed of this plant is often sown in grass mix- tures, and by some has been called sheep - grass; hut eseaping from the fields it has found its way to places where it is not desired. Though both these species are perennial, they are seldom trouble- some where thorough cultivation is practised. Plantaginacese (Plantain Family). The leaves of plants in this group have usually well-defined veins. Plantago major (Commoh Plantain). This common plant, growing about the back doors and in the barnyards, can scarcely be considered a serious weed. It is readily known by its large, roundish leaves lying close to the ground, and with well•marked veins. About the time it flower it sends up a stalk about eight inches high, along which the minute flowers are arranged in the forts of a spike. Re Does Not Heep a Dog, The Good Citizen does not keep a dog. He does liot wear side whiskers. He keeps his children in the country or in the attic. His conr-ersntion on the cars is not punctuated by the words "deal," "ten thousand dollars." On the cars he does not stare into the poor woman's purse. He does not act so religious on Sun- days that his neighbors hasten to em- brace paganism, He does not furnish his boy with an airgun and with letters of marque to prey upon the lives of his neighbors' children. He rightly mistrusts his own boy more than any other boy on the street. Ile never stands in the door of the ele-. gator. He does not run to you with trumped up falsehoods about your boy. Such is the Good Citizen. Antiquity of Tarring and Feathering. The practice of tarring and feathering, which we regard as essentially American, belongs, I am reminded by a note on the Crusades which I made about twenty years ago, to ourselves. To us the honor of inventing. or adopting, that very dis- agreeable mode of punishment belongs. Among the laws for the preservation of order when King Richard sailed on his crusade was ono that any soldier con- victed of theft should have his head shaved, be etrtpped of his clothes, have melted pitch poured all over him, after this be covered with feathers, and so sot ashore at the first land that is touched.— London Queen, arcing Is Here, The whale of March at last are blown, gndswintor's rule ie evertbro8 n, The birds ere singing In the trope 4s softly croons the ,April breeze, The buds burst forth in lovoltnect And maids come forth 1n newest ()rees. While all the peels, small and big, Write verses 011 the "Gentle Sprig." Thus ehowtit in their pretty hynms That spring and colds are synonyms. —Harper's Bazar. A FORTUNATE FLIRTATION, These things befell at the Hotel de la Grande Concorde at„Niee. They tend to show on what a slender thread of (hanee is sometimes suspended the mysterious bar- rier which to poor humanity snakes "alt the tlitrereneo"—even the difference be- tween life and death. The table d'hote breakfast in the great salle was nearly over. The gueata uad mostly risen, emir to saunter in the pleas- ant ground, others to go to their rooms to make preparations for expeditions further afield, all alike more or leas bent on drain- ing to the dregs the cup of pleasure which in Nice is always bubbling to the brim. But at the end of the long table two groups sitting nes each other and similarly com- posed, yet having no connection, still lin- gered over the grapes and peaohea. The tall, dark man deep in conversation with Mra. Vauhtt;;scn, the pretty American widow, was Ptiuco Darnetrius Spandoff, a Russian offioial high in favortwith the Czar, who having worked hart for eleven months of the year at swelling the chain -gangs to Siberia was spending the twelfth as a holi• day in the Sunny South. At home in St. Petersburg tlio Prince was a silent enigma, carrying dread in his frown and his senile alike. Here in the Riviera he was as a chattering schoolboy, dividing his time pretty equally between the Casino at Monte Carlo and the offering of perfectly harmless homage to the fair American. It was the last day of his holiday, and the chance aequaintauce which had been so pleasant for the last few weeks was to come to an end that afternoon with the Prince's departure northwards by the rapide. The lady trust have been persuad- ing him to prolong his stay despite the call of duty, for as slto rose and swept grace- fully towards one of the open French win- dows, site said, in a voice loud enough to reach the other group : "Only a week; it is such aasitort time. You have been ea kind and good 1 ant sure you could spare me that." The Prince rose also, and following with his hand on his heart, trade answer; "Madame, you ask what is impossible and what gives me pain of the most ex- quisite to refuse. Would that I could re- main; but my time is up, and His Majesty has need of ire." "I want you a good deal more than the Czar docs," said Mrs. Vanhuysen. "Come into the garden, Prince. I must see if I can't upset your determination." The moment she had stepped through the window, with Spandoff in close attendance, the other pair of lingerers raised their eyes to each other. Of this couple tate man was also tall and distinguished Mint lie 'was very fair, and his accent suggested a German origin. Tho lady's ancestry may have been Austro -Polish, but she lived in the present, and for the present she was entirely cos. mopolitan. She was of singularly pale com- plexion, and had largo, quietly contempla- tive eyes, When Mrs. Vantruysen was not present, the men staying to the hotel voted her attractive, but the w•ornen shrugged their shoulders. The man was known as Baron Kolnitz, the lady; as Madame Mosen- that, and they,were supposed to be brother and sister. As a matter of fact, they were not related, and their names were quite different; but that has nothing to do with the story. They gazed long and earnestly. The man was the first to break the silence. "It will upset all our plans if she does prevail on him to stay," he said, in the guttural accents of his race. "Who can aay what a woman will do ? Sho may put her soul into the job, now at the last mu- ment, and disorganize everything. Our mission would then have to be attempted in this crowded hotel, if we are to give him the quietus by the 51 h." "The date matters little, I fancy, s" long as he never sees St. Petersburg again," said Madame Mosenthal. The baron shrugged his shoulders. "You make no allowance for my feel- ings," he replied. "I have planned every- thing to a nicety ; I have spent 500 francs in squaring the guard of the rapide. Fran cois Peter, to do our bidding ; our own es cane is arranged with certainty, and yet you ask me to view the overthrow of all this with complaisance." "It will be time enough to grumble whet cause arises," returned the lady. "For myself I do not anticipate any change it t the programme. Would it not be well to recapitulate the chief points in it; now that we have an opportunity ?" she added, glancing round the room, which was de- serted save for the presence of the head waiter, busy at a distant buffet and well nut of earshot. Kolnitz satisfied himself with a stealthy glance in the same direction, and proceded to enumerate his points with the gusto of an artist well pleased with his own design. "Tho train by which the Prince is to travel," he whispered, "leaves hero 3.30 this afternoon. Wo also travel by that train, but at first not together. We arrive early at the station and take our tickets for Paris, but we do not know each other, you and I. When the train comes in I pro ceed to any compartment I may select ; full or empty, all the same, it does not matter which. But on you at this stage evct•ything depends. Tilt the moment of departure you remain in the waiting -room. Then, as if distracted at the thought of losing the train, von rash on to the plat- form. Francois •Petre, tho guard, already squared with my 500 francs, is on the look out. He bundles you with many apologies into the coupe reserved for our good friend the Prince. Spandoff will recognize you as a fellow guest at this hotel, and as yon are pretty when—pardon me—Madame Van- hnysen is not by for comparison, he will be civil. You also are civil, though very sad at first at the absence of your brother, who, you suppose, halt through his foolishness lost the train. The Prince consoles you ; you are consoled ; and by the time Mar- seilles is retached you aro sufficiently friend- ly to ask a favor. Tho train is just about to start again ; 1 present myself at the door of the coupe, and a great scene of happiness ensues. I have been on the train all the while, but missed you somehow at Nice station. Thorn is no time for exptana- tion—may I jump in ? You appeal to the Prince—he cannot refuse—and 1 jump. Tho train goes on. It is dark now ; and presently a something which was once a too -zealous Russian official is Hung out on to the lino at a desolate place. At Lyons two wr-aried travelers, not a bit like ;au and I, leave the train and cttt across coun- try to (;"neva. By the time that thing in the desolate place 1s discovered we are but in the crowd, and go on our several ways." Kolnilz checked himself ate a muttered M1, % "Ffee►1' ft'orn his compa01on,2114 ¥Vic Yatthuyeen catered the Italie thio tient by the door, prestzmatdy to go to her owl apartmenes, ':<'h% otleut upon the two conspirators trot 4iotultaneoue teal deelded. Kolnitz mutter• ed a gutterai Gter*natt oath, and Statute blankly at Madame in wboss wide, open eyes a look of trouble was gathering. "Did you hear that?" hissed the Baron, "It is as I feared; the whole pretty fabrfo falls. The Prince is to stay a week." "Cootrot youreelf," whiepered the wo. man; "yes; I heard plainly enough. She told the waiter to inform the maitre d'hotet that the apartments of 10. to Pripce are re- tained for the week certain, That walk in the grouud has done it evidently. They sat quite still, pondering deeply for Some momenta. At length the Baron rose. "I feel," he said, "like a playwright, who on the eve of the production of hia masterpiece ie told to change his plot, his scenery and some of his ohmmeters, retain- ing only the 'stare' of the pieee, and yet to be ready by the appointed hour. No matter; we shall kill somehow before the 15th. But for myself I feel no longer like work for to•day, I Shalt seek dierection at the tables at Monte Carlo, and not re- turn till midnight. Will you accompany me!" "I will join you later in the day," *he re- plied. "I cannot dismiss our purpose from my iniad so easily. I shall go to my room now and thiuk. I must study Madame Vanhuysen and the Prinoe, and perhaps I shall be able to hit oil some new idea. 1 will meet you at the Cueing in time for dinner and we can return together." It was not till four o'clock that Madafne Mosenthal emerged from her room, ready dressed for her trip to join the Baron a& Monte Carlo' She had some little time to spare before the train to the gambling re- sort was duo to start, and she decided to employ the interim in prospecting the movements of the intended victim. To this end, however, it was necessary that she should scrape acquaintance with Mrs. Van- huysen, and study her relations with Span - doll more closely. Madame proceeded to the garden at the rear of the hotel. Here there was a foun- tain, and chairs were set out under the trees for the use of the visitors. The Rus- sian was nowhere to be seen, but there Was Mrs. Vanhuysen seated quite alone and pensively watching the play of the spiral jets. It was an opportunity too good to be lost. The attyen turess approached, and seating het self in the chair near by,remark- ed ou the beauty of the Scene, Mrs. Van- huyseu's reply w•ts as brief as was cousist- ent with politeness. "I hear that tete Prince is to stay here for aweek. That will he very charming for you," proceeded IMatia tc, bathing daunted. "Pardon tile. but we have notio- ed that he scents gt eatly srtdtteu." 111rs. Vanhuysen stared at her with un- feigned astonishment. "You—you must have been real smart to do that," she blurted out at length, surprised into the language of the States. She who called herself Mosonthal nodded and smiled. "It is too plain for error, ma- dame,' she simpered. "Will he spend much of his time at the tables, think , you ?" The intrusion was being pushed a little too far to please even American free -and - easiness. "I cannot say," replied Mrs. Vanhuysen; "neither caul see that it concerns you. But," she added, as she rose joyfully from her chair, "Isere he comes himself. You had better ask hien." The adventuress rose also, and looked round. A well-dressed, dapper -looking man with a traveling bag in his hand and a railway rug over itis shoulder, was advanc- ing from the hotel "That !" said Madame Mosenthal, "that is not Prince Spandoff." "Who said it was?" snapped Mrs. Van- huysen. "Rut it is the Prince I ant mostly concerned in, and the one you have been talking about, I guess, seeing you knew he was to Ire here for a week—sty affianced husband, John C- Pierce, ot Denver, U. S. A-, very much at your service. Spandoff left by the rapide an hour ago. He is well on his way to Russia by this. How are you, Johnny ?" And while a pale -faced woman with mad eyes and twitching lingeis walked slowly away, the pretty widow was telling her lover how chummy she had been with a real live prince, and how site had tried and faired to make him stay for their wedding. At which John C. Pierce, of Denver, smiled content.—Headon Hill. Iced Oranges. Peel six oranges, carefully all the white skin and -seeds, and separate into small portions. Whip the white of one egg with three tablespoonfuls of water, then add a dessertspoonful of powdered sugar. Mix these well together and strain through a fine wire sieve into a Hat vessel. Dip the pieces of fruit first into very good sherry and then into this mixture, and roll care. fully in sifted granulated sugar. Place each piece separately on a platter until dry, and arrange tastefully in a glass dish. The seeds are easily removed by cutting through the portions of fruit in the center just deep enough to pinch out the seed without losing much juice; the icing will ;close the cut. Saw Aire 'Wath a New One, A boy was sent by his mother to their next•door neighbor with the following message: ",Mother wants to know if you'd please to lend her a preserving kettle, 'cause as how she wants to preserve." "We would with pleasure boy, but the truth is that the last time we lent it your mother preserved it so effectually that we have never seen it since." "Well, you needn't be so sarsy about your old kettle. It was full of holes wnen we borrowed it ; and mother wouldn't a troubled you only we seed you bringing home a new one !"— Scottish American. The Country is Full of Such. Tho Christian Enquirer tells of a clergy- man to whom a certain "college" offered the degree of 1).1). He declined to accept the degree, however, until he knew more about the institution. On inquiry he found that the faculty consisted of the president, his wife and daughter, and that there were half a dozen students ; but ho had no sooner gained his information from outeido parties than there came a letter saying the trustees had just met and voted to confer the de- gree upon him, and all that was necessatiy was to send a donation to the college. Names of Sea Spoils. Flotsam ie the terns for such goods as are lost in a wreck and lie floating on the water; Jetsam for such goods es have been thrown overboard; and Ligan for such goods es have been sunk with a cork or buoy attached to mark their whereabouts. Flotsam, Jetsam and Ligan aro not ties lawful spoil of the finders, but must be de- livered up to those who can prove a right to them, the owners paying a reasonable reward to those who preserved them, which reward is called salvage.