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The Exeter Advocate, 1891-2-12, Page 2"'es" 01)4 No," V No were Yes, and Yes were No, 'Rite World would topsy-turvy go A veto then would be assout. Defeat wettld Join, handsi wth Content, And war would meau arbitrament, IN were Yes, allot Yes wore NO. It NO were. Yes, and Yes were No, Tho timid would the better grow; A biusb, of shame would bring delight, And harsh rebuffs would gain the tight, The blackest nik;ht would, thi bo halt, No.were Yes, and YOB were N Q. If No were Yes, and Yes were No, The poor would harvest weal from woe; For Plenty, with a sullen tae, Would eoek them out in every place, And ugliness would then be grace, If No were "Yes, and Yes were No. If No were Yes, end Yes were No, The weak were strong, the high were low; Grim diaappointment would be bliss. Who won would lose, who hit would miss, &frown weld thus presage a kiss, If No were Yes, and Yee were No. If No were Yes, and 'Y's were No, Thy scorn would bo my dearest foo; Thy coquetries, whieu now I tear, Would. oring thy day of conquest near; For throueh thy wiles I'd win thee, dear, If No were Yes, and Yes were No. —.New York Timos. THE PRIMA DONNA. "Do yoa know yonder oliff o well that, lilie the old knight, you cart a% aw it with- Cait a model ? he asked. " You did not ono° look at it, I think. Have you eo often (teen it?' I never saw it till tonley, sir," I re. plied, hardly thinking of the i aconebraity, in the pleasure which I felt that he so quickly recognized the subject• of my work. He did not press the enquiey further, lint, pointing to the summit of the rook, he reellea. What is this? this figure on the top? ' I had forgotten that the figure was not there in reality and, in contusion, replied, "That—that is Mine. No, no, sir. I mean it is the Lorelei." He made no further comment but, piecing the pelette firmly in my hand, aid: "Now you lay in the action It will not go tee well at first as your crayons on the wall, Fut I can see, at least, how your feeling runs." The timely warning saved the lad very serious chagrin at the start; but, as he worked on, he studied the new material eo cerefally then before he came to the face of the figure at the sunlit of the rock he knew much better what to do. Oh, he had dawn that flute so many, many times, with fdate and crayon, and even with sticks in the sand and pencils upon bits of paper, that it did not seem as though there could be any vehicle by which Vie could not convey it. Fortu. nately, too, the granger understood him ranch better than he knew the pigments, and smiled as the boy struggled to find name combination that would produce the flexen hair ' • and again when, onoe more forgetful ofthe real Lorelei, he turned to him in utter despair, almost crying, "Thera is no blue here that is like ray Mina's eyes." Then the stranger gently took the can- vas from the trembling hgnds, examined it carefully, and in the same deliberate fashion observed: "Your eye for color, my boy, is better than your drawing. Tree oolor was evidently precisely whet you felt was lacking, and you have done much better; wbioh is quite as you. agreed. Now, I trnet that you will not be offended with me it I say again that, after you have studied, if you shall really decide to, you will some day do a great deal better yet, ' " I have decided already," I exolaimed. " I want to study and I will." Silently the stranger clamed the brushes and the palette. He did not speak till everything was returned to the ease ; even the little sketch which I had made. Then, 'slowly rising, he laid his hand upon my shoulder and said: natn Where there's a will there's a way, and where there is cour- age and perseverance there is always victory. Yes, I fanoy it will be quite as you say; you will study ort some day. I feel aura of it. And as surely as you do I believe that you will be a great artiat. You may have guessed from these traps that I am an artist, too, in a small way; taking a little tramp along the Rhine. Now, 1 will come this way again next stammer, and when I go through Boppard I will look you up, and if you still feel like try- ing art, perhaps I can put you in the way of getting on. In the meantime, if you feel like practising now and then, why, just as a kindness to me, I beg you to take this money and secure the colors that you need. Then, have a care that the knights are not too large and that the trees are not too small, and, above all, don't be painting Mina when it should be Lorelei. That is all. You will find that you do better every time you try. Now, then, off till we meet again." He smiled and stood for a moment, as if waiting for an answer of some sort; but my tongue cleaved helpleetely tolhe roof of my mouth. I sat there in silence and saw him tarn away. I watched till he turned again and waved an adieu to me, as if still tempt. ing me to speak. But, even, then, my hand, too, was powerless to respond. Only my straining eyes looked after him till he and the river and the road, the beet. ling oliff, the bewildering golden.haired god- dess and the ugly phantom, all were blend. ing together and whirling about me. I struggled to my feet to call after him, to bring him beck to me out of the mists that were engulfing him, but my lips would not obey me. Deeper and deeper he sank into the mists and disappeared. All that I could hear was the gurgling of the river seeming to eoho the last refrain of that fatal song, from spectral lips, still hidden on the oliff,— "Un 1 das hat mit ihrem Singen Die Lorelei gothan." Even the sky grew bleak above me and I fell senseless in the dust, forgetting every. thing. CHAPTER nT. CALL Tan rATrinit. Gradually coming to myself, I realized that the stranger had returned to me, car• ried me to the bank of the river, and was bathing my face with water and vigorously chafing my hands. Only half nonagons, however, I realized more distinotly than anything else the cries of outraged Nature and mattered :— " I'ra hungry." " Hungry ? " repeated the man beeding over me. '1 fear thee yon are ill, I thought go before, lent yon told me no .' 1i is eater, se a rule, te be frank with our friends. Can you think now, jast for a moment, and then tell me as nearly as pos. nible how you feel, that I may know what in beet to do for yon? " When he went away from me everything seemed to go with him, but nOW Octet he had come beck, life, hope, strength, all seemed to return again, and I spoke truly enough when I replied :— " I am quite well, only hungry." And by his aid I sat tip upon the rivet bank. "Quito vvell, only hangry " he repeated, with his large gray eyes fixed upon nee in a peculiar emit°. "It is possible, but most improbable, Refloat for a moment, rny boy. Are you really hungry? only hungry? How hungry are you? For instance, had you no dinner to -clay ? " I thane my need, with a feeling of &win. "Ther you have a certain right to be hungey, purely," he Wei. "You had break fast, I eoppose 2 " Again e shook my head but aid not von, tUre te 100k into hie fees, for I was thor- oughly asheoled, 1 could not telt why, of a poverty that Was as old se life with me. " No breakfast 2 " he said in eurprise. "Then wen something wrong with you thie morning Was it a fver? No appetite?" "It was no money, air," I replied, hang- ing my head in confueion. "No money ! My dear boy, look up at me," he said, name eterneetly than he had epoken before. " Whert was the last time that you ate anything " "'Yesterday morning, sir," I whispered. " Yesterday morning? " he repeated, solemnly. Yesterday morniog I My boy, I am bewildered. To paint a Lorelei, 80 you did half an hour ago, in such a state se this, was nothing less than the genius of Canova. Take heart I have courage! be wiser with yourself and you will be the greateet artier of this age. Wait, let me lift you up. There! That is better. Lean on me. Thmt is right. So 1 We must get back to the town as best we oan where we shall fine some fooa. Do not walk too feet now, and lean well upon me. And, apropos of the present predicament, let me warn you, as we are making our way, that pigmenta, true actors you know, which you seemed so anxious to posseseare not onehalf so eesential to success in art as is a good breakfast and a good night's sleep. Never again, so long as yon live, eaorifice your bed or your breakfast to your art, for many and many a Murillo and an Angelo has died a scene painter, in the wings of some country theatre, eta his punishment for cheating Nature in order that he might copy her. That is a very grave lesson for juet now, but you will never have it more emphatically impressed. Now the air is growing a little cooler with the evening. See the shadow of the hill lying agroee the road just before ue ! I think you are feel. ing a little better. The vary thought of food makes you look brighter. But we have some little walk before us yet and how would it be, while we are getting on, if you were to tell me a little about yourself and how yon came to be so far away from Bop. pard, without either money or food, upon such an unoertein.miseion as hunting for me? " We were walking slowly toward St. Goer. The stranger was almost carrying me, though I felt quite able to walk while he was beside me. I answered hie question, but it did not require ranch time or many words to tell him all that I knew of myself, and I gave him a comparatively complete account even to the moment when I reached the Lorelei. He was silent for some time after I had finished speaking; but at length, in Blow, low, gentle tones, he began as if speaking to himself :— "Art is a hard path for e child to be choosing. It is uphill all the way and there is no turning. Whatever little I can help you that I surely will, and if you are deter- mined to study art, why, study art you shall. Maybe I take too gloomy a view of it, for I am prone to take too gloomy a side of everything. 01 that we shall know bet- ter by-anceby. Juat now there is some- thing of more importance before us, for we have got ourselves to a ghost hause, and we will stop moralizing for somethingmore substani tiel. Let no sit down here n the garden, at the first table that we come to, and make the waiter do the talking for us. Yon are still rather pale and a little wine will not be bad to keep your courage up while they are preparing our supper. Afterward you ehall have a good night's sleep, and, out of tbe night comes the morning. You cannot do better." It was a very simple, rational sentiment, and simply expressed to meet my un- sophistioated comprehension; but it fas- tened itself upon me by some peculiar chance, and not once but many times dur- ing that evening and afterward I repeated to myself : " Oat of the night comes the morning. You cannot do better " ; till it grew into a sigo, imprinted on my heart, to linger there, as in some strange way connected with and completing the peculiar vishms acid intuitions which I had recently realized. Sometimes of art, sometimes of our sur- roundings at the moment, the stranger talked to me, often anteing curious goes, tions which I did not at all understand, till long afterward, as having any logioal de. sign; often indulging in expres. alone in which his words were so curiously combined as to baffie my limited comprehension. Always, how- ever, I noticed that he closed his remarks with a few words which I could easily grasp and to which I could readily reply. So soon as the sun was fairly set, he bestowed me en such a luxurious room and comfortable bed as I had thought must only be the parts of pale.ces and never existing in an inn. There he bade me sleep until he should cell me in the morn- ing, and left me alone. At first I was sure that I should not sleep at all amid all of the wonderfal transformations which were taking place about me. But the more I tried to understand them the less comprehensible they were, and while I was tugging away at the tangle I fell asleep. It eeemed for only a moment, though it may have been for hours, when I suddenly awoke to realize that some one was hold. ing a lighted taper just over my head. The many cuffings and boxings which I had received for stupidly and ignorantly blun. daring had made me more or less cautions, and, though only half awake at the first, I did not venture to open my eyes or move a muscle lest, in these strange surroundings, I might unwittingly blunder and disturb some one, only to find my ears smartly boxed for it. But my heart thumped against me as a soft hand rested on my forehead, gently pushing back the hair that would persistently lie tangled there, and I trembled a little as I felt a warm breath upon my cheek and some one kissed,me. There was a time, long before, when Mine had kissed me, but the other children had long since laughed her out of then. What could it mean now that some one kissed me? Then, in a low voice, som one said something in a language whioh I could not understand but which made my heart beat faster still, for I knew that it was Italian. It was the first time that I had ever heard the Italian language spoken since my mother died, but there was some. thiog in the words which I heard that night that wooded like the little rby meg' and songs my mother bad mug to me until I had learned them and remborabered them, singing them or sayleg them, snatches here and there of them, over and over again, till they remained dearly in my mind long after the faintest image of who had spoken them had disap- peared. I could almost have shouted for joy, but Waited more eagerly, listenbog and wishing that the voice would speak again, when receding footsteps tionnded, a light no longer shone in my eyes me elowly and orititionsly I opened them and dieoovered that I WAS alone, alone with the kite: still burning on My cheek ened the mein of that Median eentenoe thrilling my heart; alone and happy I fell asleep again. 1 It Wee late wheo I awoke in the morn. nag. The sunlight WAS stealing through a amok iu the abuttera. 1 lay for a moment Watolaing it, eure that thoee shutters were open wide when I went to bed, sure thet some one had thought of me, luta eared for roe, had come in and closed the shutters while I slept. It wits e. very atrange experience, and, while I lay think ing of it, trying to comprehend it, the door softly °paled and the stranger entered. "50 you are avvithe alreedy 2" he said. " Well, it is Crate time, for it is well into tbe morning, and you will be growing hungry again if you do not have your breakfast soon. See how the sunlight :Area= into the room when I open the shuttere I Does it hurt your eyes 2 They will grow used to it in a moment and we shall need all of the light, for here are some new clothes for you whioh we may not fully understand. They are foreign.made and perhaps I can belie you in adjusting them. Here le fresh water, and after you have bathed we will experiment a little." Thoroughly bewildered, still I yielded a quiet obedience, as he demonstrated the appropriate adjustment of auth corabina• teens as I had often envied foreign boys who had passed through Boppard in the sum - mor; but I had never dreamed of poesessing them myself. Last of all, we came to the hat, and as I put it on and looked at myself in the glass I laughed outright. Even to the blue band and the bright anchor it was precisely such a hat as Mina had admired upon a fair -skinned foreign boy, to my unutterable jealousy. I am sure that had I not watolied myself through all this transformation I ehould not have known myself at all when I looked in the glass; and, for a moment, I was tempted to go directly be& to Boppard to show myself to Mina. With the next thought, how- ever, I remembered that it was with my pictures'not with my hat and clothes, that Mina had found fault, and the happy smile disappeared in en angry flueh as I remem- bered that all of these did not mitigate the fact that I could do better. A moment later we were sitting at the breakfast table, and after a few indifferent remarks the stranger said "Do you realize that in all our conversation yester- day you never told me your name? It was rather curious, when I thought of it after. ward, for it is convenient, you know, to have a boy's name in your mind if you are to be with him for a time." o Pay name is Carlo, sir," I said. "1* is the only one that I ever had." I looked up, half ashamed of the meagreness of what I had to offer, only to be startled by a frown whioh had enddenly gathered upon the stranger's forehead. "Carlo?" he said in a voice which was sterner than I had heard before, while almost impatiently, it seemed, he pushed his cup of coffee from him. '1 do not exactly like that name. It might co very well for you in Boppard, bat my name is Charles, and in Italy they oall me Cul°. It would be rather oonfusing, yon see, if we were to go to Italy together. Would not—Antbony, for instance, do yon just as well? Anthony is a good name if you like it, and, in case you should choose it, you could have my last neme to put after it, in deference to the prevailing fashion of having two. It is only 8 heavy Englieh name—Winthrop— but such as it is it is my own, and I sup- pose I have a right to offer you the rise of it That would make you. Antnony Winthrop. What do you think of it ?" For a moment I hesitated, and my heart was sorely troubled, for I loved that name. It was all that my mother had left me and .I loved her memory and her gilt; and Mine, too, had called me Carlo. But when I remem• bared that Mina was no longstelfria-hut Lorelei, I angrily asked myself why I ehould be any longek Carlo. Then, if I changed, I ehould have two names insteed of one and I had always been ashamed of my poverty there. While I was thinking, I almost unconsciously muttered : " And—and—" "And what, my boy? Wby should you fear to speak to me 2" the stranger said eo °earnestly and in such a peculiar way then I suddenly looked up, astonished to discover that tears were glistening in his eyes. It °might my breath and swept my thoughts away from me, eo that I could only etupidly reply: " I have forgotten." " Forgotten 2" he replied, slowly. "Well, never mind. It is very natural to forget. One often forgets that which he would remember, and remembers that whioh he would forget. You will find it so all your life, I fancy. But let it pass; you were about to tell me what you thought of a change of name; that was all, and until you find that you do not like it, why, suppose that we let it stand as Anthony Winthrop. The result? Call me ' father ' when it pleases you. So far as I know how, or can learn I will try to be your father, and together we will see what can be accomplished in the great world of art." I caught his hand as it lay upon the table and eagerly pressed it to my lips, but with a sharp frown he withdrew it, saying: " It is quite as it should be Anthony, and calls for no gratitude. I am glad that the thought pleasee you.; I am glad to have a son, and shell be quite as grateful to yon as you can be to me. Therefore, we will neither of tie try to express it." "Have you no son of your very own, sir 2 " I asked in astonishment, and looked up again into his gray eyes only to see the frown grow deeper between them as he re- plied in a low and very gentle voice: "1 have you, Anthony." I was altogether too perplexed even to try to understand. Every new subject seemed to vex him, yet anxious most of an to plearie him and remembering that in art, at least, there seemed to lie more certainty of success, I returned to the old subject, saying— " While you are my father you will teach me till I know everything 7" "Till you know everything ?" he again repeated, smiling this time but shaking his head. "That is .beyond me Anthony. Knowledge is power. It would be dangerous for one man to know everything. We might, all of us, with safety know much more than we do, however. For instance, if I had known twenty years ago, all that I know to -day, you and I, Anthony, would not be sitting here this morning.' "Then it is very fortunate for me that yon aid not know," I replied, and instantly felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as I wondered at my own audacity in putting so many words together in a single sentence, for already I seemed to be habil:). ing some of the cheractoeistics of the man who had thug aatoniehingly befriended me, when he recelled nee to myna by the brief and &tempt interrogetion o why e Clonfueed, as tiatial, I only nienaged to stumble through the &newer, " Because I should not be going to study art." ° That depends," he old, and with sigh and sudden motion he arose from the table, turning toward the window beside it, and 1 distinoty heard him rauttor some. thing in the musical tongue which had Mantled me the night before. I knew then thet it was he who had ---neeenneeneenedeannaliall0111111111111MmiseitisinsmilalLeeke, kissed me in the night, and juat for a moment I wondered why, Ude is the suggestive etude', hanging in my gellery, over whioh, in my blbadneee, I love to linger, (To be Coati/med.) Lire Is Too Short, and time and money too preoioue, to be frittered sway in tho trial of uncertain means of cure, when one jet affected with any lingering or chronia ailment of the liver, lunge or blood. Now, Dr. Pierceat Golden illedioel Discovery le such a poen tive remedy for all such ills, as to warrant its manufacturers in selling it, as they are doing, through druggiets, on ootedition that if it don't do all that it is recommended to, the money paid for it will be promptly refunded. There are a great many blood. purifiers advertised, but only the " Golden Mediate Di000very of Dr. Pierce could sustain iteelf and lee sold under such trying conditions. To sell any ordinary medicine under such a guarantee would bankrupt its proprietors, but with the "Golden Medical Discovery " all that is mitred for 11 18 a fair trial, and it it don't do all that it is adver- tised to, the manufacturers will cheerfully and promptly refund all money paid for it. By this singularly peouliar method of business, alike liberal to the purchasers and exaoting to the minute°. throve, the invalid can be sure of getting the value of his money, which is not true of any other medicine. All diseases arieing from a torpid liver, or from impure or posoned blood, are conquered by the " Golden Medical Discovery." Inepecially has it manitested its mervelous potency in curing Salt Rheum, Tatter, Eczema, Psoriasis, Impetigo, Erysipelas, and all skin and scalp diseases, no matter of how long etanding. Scrofulous affections, sores and swellings, as Fever Sores, White Swellings, Hip.joint Disease and kindred ailments yield to its positive, purifying, strengthening and healing properties. Lang Scrofula (commonly known as Con- sumption of the Lungs) also yields to it, if it be taken in time and given a fair trial. Contains no alcohol to inebriate, no syrup or sugar to ferment and impair dips. tion ; as wonderful in its curative results as it is peculiar in composition. Don't accept any subetitute, said to be " just as good," that the dealer may make a larger profit. Things curious. Georgia has 860 lifetime prisoners in the penitentiary. A patent has been taken oat in Prance for an eleotrio furnace for the rapid incin- eration of human remains. The latest returne are said to show that 96,000 out of 97,000 men in the English home army are under 21 years of age. Wee Sang, Ill., is probably the only town in the country that has a Chinese name. It was named by two sea captains who had been in the China trade and puroheeed land for the site of the new town about 1855. In England one person out of every 5,250,. 000 people carried is killed. In Franoe one out of every 2,000,000 passengers is killed. In Belgium one out of every 9,000,000 is killed. In Prussia only one out of 21,500,- 000 is killed. Clocks are going out of f avor in fashion- able Frenoh dre.wing.roome, it is stated. It is now the thing to have an old watch hong on the wall, with an artistic) drapery around it, and the timepieoe should be old- fashioned and a family heirloom. During the longest days in June the sun shines for twenty-two hours out of the twenty-four in Alaska. Through the months of June, July and August, when the nights are so short, the weather be. comes very warm. Miners are then frequently compelled to seek a shady re- treat, and the weter in the streams becomes comfortable for bething. The patent levee of Japan are founded to some extent on those of the United States. The privileges of exobesive produc- tion run from five to fifteen years. The authorities may decline to grant patents for inventions which may be of general import- ance or of military value, and compensation may be allowed the inventor denied each a patent. Bad Manners Rebuked. The Gleegow Herald tells the following concerning Lord Dnfferin and the Italian Prime Minister : " Lord Dafferin, the British ambassador at Rome, paid a visit the other morning to TeL Criepi. The latter he found aeated in his office, and, without rising from his seanwished the ambassador good day, and waved him with his band to a Beat. Lord Dufferin stopped short on the doorstep without uttering a word. M. °Hopi repeated his gestures inviting His Lordship to a seat, but the latter remained cool, immovable and silent. Then the Italian Prime Minister became aware of his duty to the ambassador of one of the great powers, and he at once rose and received Hie Lordship in a proper manner." The Pop Oun. Buffalo News: Mr. Spooney (on hi knees) -0h, Maria, be ooneiderate and put me out of my misery at once 1 Maria—I will ; you stay there till I get the revolver. A Montreal despatch says a yonng man was robbed of $40,000 worth of real °stet° deeds and $40 in cash at a house of ill. fame in that city by two girls, who decamped for Chicago, where they have been arrested. The police refuse to give names at present. The steamship Grasbrook. Boston to Glasgow, is reported to have lost 108 out of her cargo of 269 cattle. Qaeen Victoria has presented the Em- peror of Morocco with a magnificent ele. phant. The old lady will have her jokes. Arrangements are now in progress look. ng to the return of the Rendes to this country for the third time next season. If present intentions are carried out, they will make their appearance next season New York at the Star Theatre. An elderly Bostonian, with aork screw earls, is painting a picture which she calls the "meeting of Cleopatra and Saint Anthony." A contractor named Andrew Little is dying at Orillia, and inquiries'are made as to the whereabouts of his friends. Stepnisk, the Russian Nihilist, ia a pia. turesone figure on the street. He weare a long, flowing nleter.like gesterient, belted at the waist, and a sett felt hat, with the brine partly turned up and the crown in. dented in half a dozen places. When his ulster is unbuttoned be illoplays a wide ex- panse of shirt bosom.—Boston Traveller. remains will lie in Mate three weeks. At the end of that time the Hawaiian custom is to place the royal body in e casket of prominent woods, fill the casket with alcohol and hermetically seal it. Then the natives light torches and accompany the remalne to their last resting plaoe, the cereniony taking place at night. VOloanic dieturbenees in the sea between Genot and Spezzia onlininated on Stinday in a stiletnerine voloanic eruption. PENSIONS AND STANDING ARMIES. Ainericeu Ilenstonere cost More than European Armies. Great Britain, with a regular army of more than 225,000 °Moore and men, and a tete' tome, ffective and non.effective, of 618,000, pay annually lees than 075,000,000, and Frame, with a regular force of 580,000, besides an enormous reserve, pays 4111,- 000,000. The great army of the German Empire, the beet appointed and equipped imilitarylorce in the world, congaing, on a peace footing, of 492,000 ofeeera and men, costs annually Ian then $92,000,000, while the mottled field force of RneSia, numbering 814,000, is maintained at an expense of lees than e94,000,000. These are the animal olaarges to wbich tile people of four great European nations are eubjeoted in order to maintain a constantly available and effective force for their own defence in ease of war, and for the preservation of the Wenn° of power" which their governments consider necessary to guarantee their independence. No stand- ing army in the world COSte the people so much as Our army Of discharged soldiers. Although we are at petweamOng ourselves and with all the world, and have no foreign or domestic policy to make such an expen- diture necessary, we are paying more than e135,000,000 annually to the soldiers of a war that closed tWenty•five years ago. The payment of reasonable pensions, on fteeoUnt of wounds aotually reoeived and diseases actually contracted in the military or naval forces in time of war, is just and right in itself, and is, moreover, the wisest policy that can be adopted by a government which relies for its defence almost excite. eively upon be voluntary service of its citizens ; but the gratuitous dietribution of public money among oertein olaesee of the people is neither just nor consistent with the character of our institutions.— Senator Carlisle. How to Clean Blankets. If bound with colored ribbons, rip them off, and thus prevent the coior from run. niug into the nlankets while they are wet. Prepare the following mixture in the fore- noon: Shave one and onehalf pound bar of any good laundry soap into thin, small shavings. Entirely melt it in a saucepan of water on the fire. Strain the melted soap through a colander into a tub halt full of lukewarm water. Add half a pound of powdered borax and a tablespoonful ot molasses. Thoroughly stir the mixture; put in the equal of one double blanket, and notioe as you do so where the stains are. Leave the blanket simply soaking, well covered in this nice soft suds, for nearly twenteefour hours. Next morning look for the stains. If they are not all soaked out, pat them and gently wave them in the wattr, but never rub them. Rubbing makes wool harsh like felt. When the stains are gone press what water you 'Badly can from them, and lilt them into a tub of clean rinsing water. Wave the blankete in that till most of the aide is gone, then put them into another rinsing water. Sometimes two riminge are enough to clear them. If a third is needed it may be blued a little, it one likes. Have e strong clothesline stretched as tight as possible out in the yard. Strong san is apt to fade the colored borders of blankets, so choose a shady, breezy piece to dry them in. If you tom take them out in a tub do so; otherwise lift them, saturated with water, into a basket, and oarry them full of water to the clothesline. Hang them exactly through the middle lengthwiee on the ; then the colored borders of the blankets will hang verti- cally. See Inlet the fold of the blanket is slightly wrinkled, that is, a very little full, as the blanket lies over the line, else the middle of the blanket will be found to dry stretched longer than the edges. The blankets after this process will be clear, soft and not shranken.—Good House- keeping. The Bing. Fitzsimmons, the prize-fighter, once shoed horses at San Premise° for $3 e day. Now he asks $1,000 a week to appear on the stage. Artiolee were signed and $100 each posted on Saturday at Saginaw, Blithe for a match for $1,000 a side between William Lavine, of Saginaw, and Harry Gilmore, of Chicago, formerly of Toronto, the fight to take piece on May let before twenteefour men, twelve on each Ride. Frank Slavin, the Australian champion heavyweight, announces that he has ao. cepted the challenge said to have been made by John L Sullivan, to present the former with $5,000 if he stands up before him for Biz rounds. Slavin fnrther offers to wager e5,000 to Sullivan's $10,000 that Slavin will knock Sullivan out in six rounds. Slavin says that he is willing to fight in any oity in the United States, and, as proof of his confidence in American fair play, he will go alone. A terrifio explosion mourred in the works of the Hamilton Powder Co. at Belceil, with e fatal result. One of the workmen, Pierre Lemoine, was blown to pima. Two years ago a similar accident 000urred, by which two lives were lost. Some go to church just for a walk; Some to stare, and laugh, and talk; Some go there to meet a friend; Some their idle time to spend; Some for general observation ; Some for private speculation; Some to seek or find a lever; Some a courtship to discover; Some go there to use their eyes, And newest fashions criticize • Some to show their own smaredress ; Some their neighbors to assess; Some to scan a robe or bonnet; Some to price the trimming on it; Some to learn the late,t news, That friends at home they may amuse; Some to gossip, false and true; Some hide within the shelterei pew; Some go there to please the squire; Some his daughters to admire; Some the parson go to fawn; Some to lounge and someto yawn; Some to claim the parish doles; Some for bread and some for coals ; Some because it's thought genteel; Some to vaunt their pious zeal; Some to show how sweet they sing; Some how loud their voices ring; Some the preaeher go to hoar, His style and voice to praise or jeer; Somo forgiveness to implore; Some their sins to varnish o'er ; Some to sit and doze and nod, But few to kneel and worship God, Sarah Bernhardt will remain at the Garden Theatre, Now York, for four weeks before beginning her tour, and during that time she will be seen in "LaTosoe," "Cleopatra" and "Joan of Am." The annual report of the New York State assessors says the femme in the State are constently depreciating in value, farms are becoming less valaeble, sales are unfrequent and the mortgagee are frequently to the fall value of the farms. Mre. Thorpe, who wrote "Curfew Must Not Ring To -night" when Rhe was only 16 years old, has lately rewritten the poem and added a stanza. It was a London police reporter that nn earthed the fact of the Duke of Bedford's suicide after the coronet., the police and other officiate haa entered into a conepiretoy ot oilmen. Long live the reporter, who mey be depetided on to throne light upon these things whittle ought to be publithed en the intetest of. the public.. A. SOCIAL, NUILBANOE. The Women Who OontinnollY Paradea Private ellstory in F4 Nehritberbood. Mrs. But 18 oor nexteloor neighbor. Her real name is Green, but Jonas, witeneVer be sees leer merching up the weak, rea meths "My dear, here cornea Bun" He is ewe given to aellirig people names; he ova it merely to put me on my guard for he know our neighbor's fail- ing. She is a bright, breezy little woman, and as long BB the 00nYerfiatiOII ie 0013fieea to the weather and household eiffairs quite enjoy chatting with leer, but the moment thet a human being, living or dead, chances to be mentioned, I begin tee q mike. The first time she oalled—it evee soon after we moved into the neighborhood -1 happened to say that Mrs. Goodwin, from the opposite side of the street, had been in to see me and that she impressed me as a very lovely character. "Oh, elle is indeed," said Mrs But, heartily, "she is mole a devoted wife and eo good to the poor. But," she went on, lowering her voice, "there used to be a good deal of talk about her when she was a girl, and though I don't euppose half the thingel ttboaftorwgeerteits.a,,id were true, people don't seem What necessity there was for this drop of poison to be instilled into my mind E could not see. Mrs. Goodwin's youth was in the far past, and in the gossip concerning her in that remote period I had no interest whatever. I was quite willing to take her aa she yeas in her eweet, ripe womanhood. One day when Mrs, But dropped in she found my little friend, Nellie Gray, at the piano. Nellie is a shy, brown -eyed girl of 15, gifted with a wonderful ear for melody, and, as tbe Grays had no piano, I had offered her mine. "1 can't help loving the child, ehe is eaoh a warmhearted little creature, and so eager for music," I said, as the door closed behind her. My visitor gave a scarcely perceptible Nellie memo to be a very nice girl," she admitted; "but I suppose you know that she ie a poorhouse waif." "No,' I said. I knew nothing of the kind. Mrs. Gray had introduced Nellie to me as her eldest daughter, and the infor- mation volunteered by Mrs, But was utterly uncalled f or. One evening, on our way home from prayer meeting, Jonas remarked that he always enjoyed listening to young Spauld- ing, he was eo devout and earnest. " Yes, he is a very interesting speaker," said our neighbor, who had joined us as we °erne out of the leoture room, '1 and he seems very sincere, but I can't help feeling a little susnicious. I knew him when he was a boy." Jonas made haste to change the subject; a word of encouragement would have re- sulted in our hearing the whole history of the young man's boyhood. " I've no patience," he exclaimed the moment we were by ourselves, " with people who are always bringing up the' past. Just imagine what heaven would be if the inhabitants were disposed to indulge in that sort of retroepeotion 1 The Angel Gabriel bimeelf would hardly be safe from their disparaging buts,' and the whitest robe in all the white robed throng' would be iii danger of beiog smutted." " And yet,'' I said, "Mrs. Bat evidently considers herself a Christian." " Oh, I don't dispute her title," said Jonas, "but I can't help tbinking that she might be able to read it clearer if she would rub up her glasses with the thirteenth chapter of I. Corinthiens."—Christian In- telligeneer. Setting the Town Crazy. The girl with a plain skirt that hangs to perfection, and who oan wear her fare superbly, is the one who is eetting the town crazy as she walks out of an after- noon. Any woman can get herself into a straight hanging skirt, but it is only the women with straight limbs and erect form who oan carry off that skirt to graceful perfection. There is ranch, too, in the selection of furs. Only a woman with long, slender throat and nicely rounded chest ahould muffle herself in a high collar or boa. A woman of fleeh looks as if choking in such a collier, and a boa gives her the appearance of apoplexy. The woman who oen carry off this season's furs gracefully is the one who oan persuade her hair to be fuzzy and frizzy without a suspicion of its being frowsy. The Bider Haggard Fanoity Mrs. Haggard left three children at home to moompeny her husband on his journey into the shadowy regions of Aztecland, from which he hepes to drink new inspira- tions. The bi y is 11, while the little girls are 6 and 8, zeapotive1y, and they are said to have resigned themselves cheer- fully to the separation. The life of a popular fictionist who has to go to Iceland, Central Africa and overgrown interior Mexico for his subjeonmatter can be domestic, only under difficulties. Mrs. Haggard has made friends among the ladies of New York who met her at several. receptions. She is a pretty Englishwoman, plump, florid, as Englishwomen like to be, and unaffeeted.—Chicago Post. The Poor Man's Day. Christian Guardian.: Sunday is the poor man's day. It is God's gif t to him. It is, the day for rest from wearying toil. It is the day when the hard-working father can find time to look upon the face of his little children, whom he has hardly Been in the sunlight during the week. It is the day for mental improvement. Sundeyis a oivilizer. It ie the day for reading the Holy Bible, and for worship and religions inetruation. The movement for the running of street oars on Sunday will deprive a number of poor, toiling men of their day of rest, with- out any pressing need. Let our citizens put themselves in the ease of the conductors and drivers. Do as yon would like to be done to if you were in their position. Sanitary item. Chicago Herald: "Tommy," said an anxious mother to her boy, "Your uncle will be here to dinner ioniser and you muat have your face washed." "Yes, ma, but s'posen he don't come. What then ?" Accustomed to Them. New York Herald: "1 eee sorae Cana. dian has invented a buttonless shirt." "That's nothing new. I've worn them ever since my wife was engaged in Ohre& work." A man welken into a barber shop in Buf. falo and picking up a bottle containing bey ram drunk the contents at one gulp. Then he wented the bather to call out the fire department. The railway Macau at Greenock became riotoua last night, and between midnight and 2 o'oloole Stiehl morning several con- flicts occurred between the etrikere and the police. Several °Ethers were injured. There were Blighter digorders at Perth, where several arrests were made. The North British Railway Company has lodged an arrestmetit of the funds of the Scot* Relives), Servanis' Society, claiming 220,- 000 (images from the society for miming the preeent strike.