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The Brussels Post, 1902-10-30, Page 2.!'i«jai»i"d° ,,i•1"t"'k"i'+1.1mi-1-I"";� 1.14 "i! *.1.144+444.14,144÷,1014•1** The Q ®(tie,Porsilasi011po � Or Lady Caravern's Labor of Love. i f.1.44... ,,:.++++,,1;.;, .1-1 I4^3 ++4,1i 4+++++++++44+44++44-4 + €4+•l4++4+t*�2 Sho sans tired of it, She would be free—free to go whittler she would Why should she remain? Her fath- er had deceived her. -he had told her that 'she could live without love, that nothing was of any worth ex- cept rank, wealth, and position. She lead found it to be untrue. Looking back now, she regretted bitterly that she bad not decided otherwise, and had not released to live Without love, She went to the pleasaunce. If she were interrupted there, it could only be by her husband and Su' Raoul; there was no fear of other intruders. A sense of relief came to her whets she found herself between the four high walls. The blue sky smiled down upon her, the languld air stir- red faintly, the scent of roses came to her on the wind; it was Ince a reprieve to enter that quiet retreat, acrd feel alone. She walked down one of the broad straight paths to where crimson car- Anations grew side by side with white llies, and there she seated herself to 'west—alone. And It was so sweet ito be alone. There was no sound of neon's voices or of light laughter; no sneer could reach leer where she was; there was nothing but the blue sky above, and the breath of the sweet western wind. She wee shut out from all sounds—alone, with the thread of her life in her hands. It was a dreary tangle, a miserable disappointment, She was tired and weary. Looking back, she thought she must have been mad to .sacrifice herself as she had done; married for her money, sold for a title, her own will, her own womanhood had never asserted itself, Her handsome in- dolent husband did nothing but treat her with indifference and contempt. She could do nothing for him. IIe was on the way to rum. How could she arrest him? His whole life was a round of senseless pleasure from which she could never divert him. He had all that he wanted—her money. Now surely she could go free—free to lead a more congenial life, where she would not live in the midst of annoyances and vexations. She would go and live in Franco or Italy—anywhere away from Eng- land! Iter father might be angry. Sho would not heed it. He had shown but little love for her; she would not consider him. The only regret she felt—and it was a deep one—was for Sir Raoul, Sir Raoul, the only human being who cared for leer—what would he say when he knew that she was going? He would miss her so terribly; but, even for his sake, dear as he was to her, she could not stay. He would miss her, he who loved her with a true loyal love; but she would tell him Trow wretched she was, how utterly mis- erable, and then he would see that she must go. Suduenty—she could not teli why— the self -command of long years broke down. Iter pride, her courage, her high spirit, the proud sense of re- sentment that had sustained her, broke down, and she wept as she had seldom wept in her life before. The passionate tears seemed to relieve her. It was a luxury to weep therd alone—for once to give herself up to a full sense of her misery, of her dis- appointment, of her blighted life — for once to dare to look the truth full in the face, and own to herself , that she was one of the most mis- erable, most wretched girls in tho whole wide world. She sobbed out the words, It was a relief to say then)—a relief to say oven to herself that she was so mis- erable; she Irn.d been so proudly re- ticent, so self --restrained, CHAPTER ?l'. Lady Ca.raveri felt something like despair. Was such a life, after all, worth having'? Was her title worth undergoing so mach for?' She was liv[ng without ]opo,' without love, without happiness, subject to *noels impertinence. Surely life was not usually linin this, or 'why did people talk of its brightness, its, beauty? There was nothing to which she clung • in the life she was leading, She would have separated herself from Ravensmero, and all that it contained—except Sir Raoul—with- out a sigh; It was even worse than that --she disliked all belonging to it. Why should she submit any long- er? She would rather be a gover- ness, rudely treated by au upstart ,woman, than a countess neglected and despised by her own husband, and insulted by his friends. She would rather forego, every iuxtwy, and work for her daily bread, thnn boar this life any longer. Why should she? The earl had married her far her money; now he had it — nothisg could take it from Mini, Ilei father had sold her for a title; he could call himself the father of Lady Cararen—nothing could undo that. But she was indisposed any longer to be the victim of both. She would seek her freedom and would find it. She walked with tread erect, with flushed face and angry eyes, through the splendid rooms. They were all moreor less .occupied. 3n the lib- rary some gentlemen were writing letters—tire billiard -room was always engaged—the ladies of the party oc- cupied different apartments. .It scorned to her that nowhere would she find peace. Her whole soul was in a fever of unrest, a tumult of sad - nese and weariness, Her heart ach- ed, her, head throbbed. She longed with desperate longing for a few minutes' repose; it seemed to her that her life was hurrying on like a swift river into an unlcnown sea. She wanted to stop and see whith- er it was going. Everywhere there was the same noise—the deep voices and deep laughter of men, the light! tones and gay laughter of women. There was not a spot in the whole place for rest. She pressed her .:]rands against the temples that throbbed so violently. She looked around her half irresolutely. Whith- er should she go? Then she be- thought Iseeself of the pleasaunce — the only spot where she could even imagine herself alone. The pleasaunce must nave peen constructed by some one who knew how human nature longed to rest. Few of the Itavensanere people knew of its existence—the visitors did not. Some of the servants were in perfect ignorance ea to its where abouts. 1t was constructed for the. aolo and exclusive use of the Ladies. Caraven. Rumor told strange stor- ies of one of the daughters of the house who had been born with a de- formity in the face, so terrible that sire was unfit for human eyes to gaze on. The earl, her father, never per- mitted her to leave the house, and this garden had been constructed en- tirely for her use. It was inclosed between four high walls, and those walls were covered with a luxuriant growth of ivy. No windows, no • towers, overlooked the garden. The paths were broad and straight, the whole place was a wilderness of flowers. • The young countess betuouglt her- self of this retreat. She bad one key of the dark green door that led to it; Sir Raoul had another. She would go thither. she said to her- self, and look her life in the fate, and the decide what to do with it. It was also dawning across ler that she would not oc able to bear her trials much longer; that she could not and would not endure them; that there was a brighter life somewhere, which she was determin- ed to find out; that she could not sacriflcc her whole life to a shadow of duty; that, in fact, she would go forth free. TreeI The vY er word made her beart beat quickly. Free! She would no longer be tied to the man whose indolence, whose self-indul- gence, whose cold indifference and neglect, whose utter want of interest in his duties irritated and annoyed her every hour of the clay, to the handsome, indolent man who allow- ed fever and disease to run riot in the cottages belonging to him, while ho wrung from the tenants all he could get, who abandoned every duty and was satised to leave the most solemn of his engagements to man like John Blantyre, Suddenly n hand was laid upon her shoulder, and, looking up, she saw Sir Raoul standing by her side. In his pale Ince, worn with pain and suffering, sire saw infinite pity, in- finite love; compassion and tender- ness shone in her oyes. Ile had nev- er looked So trine and so noble as he did just then. IIe bent over her. "MMildred, poor child, is it so bad OS this?" he asked. "It is so bad," site said, "that it could not be worse, Raoul—nothing could he worse. I aur tired of it, I am going away.' "Going away!" ho repeated, slow- ly. "That is what I feared, IIas your patience, your forbearance, come to an end at last, Hildred?" "Yes," she replied, truthfully, "it has at last." I?e was silent for a few minutes, and then, as she looked up at him, a great awe stole over her, klis eyes were raised to the clear skies, his lips moved. Surely in a picture she bad seen a figure something like his, with a serene light on the firoly Mr angor., bee tmpationa o, her bitter eontemp t • aria dislike nomad to fall away irony her, even lookhis s, She r that r oat. atri face. from one oso st dtcxitY intosomethingn bl er than a wooptng, vengeful, unliapiiy woman, "You tires going away, Mildred— you can ' bear it no longer? Peer child! This reminos eno 01 an hour I spent Once with a soldier who woe determined to desert line post olid IIy'I yell not a soldier," ier," she,. Said, with a More pitiful emit°, "We • will . talk it over," he re- plied; and he seated himself by the crimsoncarnations by her side, , "1 will tell you all I think," he said, „arid we will talk 1t over; thou you shall decide." She was trying to harden her heart against hint, to say to herself that, no matter that he thought, urged, or said, 'ft should make no dhlor- enee—she would go away: 13e was sensitive and proud, he ryas tender of Heart, but how could he corder- stand her case? That which tor- tured ]ler was, nothing to him. lle looked at her with the same sweet, noble compassion that seemed to her almost more than humeri. "IIildred," he said, in a low. voice, "will you trust, mo wholly? Will you tell me the true story of your marriage?" "Do you not know it, Raoul? 71 seems to be shameful I have no wish to repeat it." "I 'maw something of it," he re- plied; "but not the whole truth, 1 know that, you will tell it to me, I ask you as a •physician asks, I must know the whole truth before I can advise, Tall me one thing — did you love your husband at all before your marriage?` "No, she replied; "not in the least." I "Will you tell me again why you, Ia woman naturally noble, naturally ;tender and true of heart, married without love?" She glanced at lsim, her beautiful face font of perplexity; she had gath- ered a crimson carnation, and was holding it between her slender fur gers. "1 will tell you, Raoul. I -asked my father if Jove were necessary for happiness, and he said 'No.' I be- lieved him; hence my mistake." "Your fatter deceived You.:' "Ho did deceive rue," she re- plied. He looked at the downcast face. "Poor child!" said the grave voice again. "Yes, I was deeply to be pitied. 1 was sorry even for myself. What made it worse was that in time I was beginning to caro very much for my husband If he had been kind to mo I should have loved lehn, now".— and, stopping suddenly, she wrung her hounds is terrible despair. "Now," she continued; "I dislike him—I almost hate him." The beautiful Race flushed hotly — the dark eyes were full of a strange light. "I ani alarmed at myself," she went on. "I did not know that it was within me—this power of hatred. I am so frightened that I am going away, Raoul. My patience has fail- ed mo." -- "It is a sad story. Tell ole, Hit- deed—why does your patience fail? I love Ulric—I love you; I can judge between you. Why docs your pa- tience fail?" "I do not like speaking of it," she began. "You must see, Raoul, as well as I do—you must understand. How could any one help despising and dislilcing a man who' lives for himself, who cares for nothing but his own pleasure, and leaves every duty neglected? How can I love a man who married me only for my money, despising me the while? — who has not since marriage shown me the ordinary civility that a gen- tleman never fails to show to a lady? Ile is selfish, indolent—oh, Raoul! I do not like saying this, but if you saw his cruel neglect, his cruel oppression—if you knew how carelessly he leaves everything to John Blantyre, how heedless he is as to the claims of justice, you would be sorry for raze!" "I see," ho replied, quietly. "Now tell me, ]]ildred—1 know you will speak quite frankly—do you see ono redeeming quality amid all your husband's faults?" 511e thought long ocrore she an- swered him, and then she looked in- to his face. "I am afraid not—I do not re- member one. Yes, there is one; I have never heard hint speak falsely." G To prove to yon that Dr. Rrwiles Chaoo's Ointmentisacer5ln nn b d n solute c tiro for each and everyformfprot of itching, bleeding blhavegaadnteedits protruding piles, the amnion ninn the d have guaranteed ask it, Ens neigh, time what the ale f l .e and eek ruse 1! and bore thinkn-m0ogh1150t. Yon nano aS,x,a! get your money back 11 not cured. a beset"! en dealers or EDMANEO:r,I;ATES kt Co.,Toronto, Dl'a © da r@9a 011irek tient Sir Haoul's face cleared. "Civic was a truthful boy," he said. "Do -you know of aanything else in his favor?" She thought again. "I think," .site replied, even more kin Hr Mr. McDougall Was for Twelve Years a Dreadful Sufferer—Now Proclaims the Virtues of Dr. Chase's Ointrnent. Eczema's itch is torture, the skin seems on fire with the burning, stinging humor; at times it becomes al- most unbearable, and in desperation you could teat* the skin to pieces. You dare not exorcise for fear of aggravating the itching, neither can you sleep, for no sooner does the body become warm than tlse trouble begins, and instead of restful, refreshing sleep, It is scratch. scr'atch, scratch all night long. There Is scarce- ly a moment's respite from this maddening malady at any time. Of course you have trial nearly all the washes, salves, lotions and medicated soaps, but like thousands of others, have been disappointed and dis- gusted. Mr. Alex, IdeDougall, postmaster, Broad Cove Marsh, N.S., writes :—"For twelve years I was n great , sufferer from eczema on the inside of the leg. There was it raw patch of flesh about three inches squere, and the itching was something fearful, One-half lox of Dr. Chase's Ointment completely cured mo, took away the itching and lealticl up the sore. 1 have no hesitation in rocommeuding it an a wonderful care for itching skin disease." You may be skeptical regarding the ability of Dr. Chase's fiintinrrit to cure you. Most people are, after trying in Vain to get relief from a host of remedies, but Dr. Chase's Ointment will not disappoint you. You will be surprised at the marvellous control which it has over all itching, burning' inflammation of the skin, and the wonderful healing powers which it possesses. It takes time to thoroughly . cure eczema, but De. Chaso'd Ointment will do it. You Will find relief after a few applications, and gradually arid naturally the cure will foliose. Besides being a positive cure for ceveina, Dr. Chase's Ointment comes, ueeftil 1n a hun- ched ways ill every hone for every fo'm•ef stein irritation and creation, chapped skin and chilhlafcs. 80 costs e, bon, at all dealers, or: Sdsnanson, Bates & Con, Toronto, slowly, "that he is tender-hearted. 110 is not cruel he 51005 got like to see people euUer; he is •enrol enly to tiro,AI "'Prue inward and tender of heart rt those aro two good qutalitiee; wo know that he luta a lrandeorne face, all easy grace of manner, a musical vole's, You see 1 arra trying to die- coI'er his good qualities, I think that Ulrif °atravon has in hila the elements of a noble character, died, Clive Clive to a sculptor a block of shapeless marble, and what does he fashion front !t?" "A beautiful statue,": she monied, "True, Given a shapeless mass of qualities, good and bad lntorfulxed,. I say that a good woman from them tan mold a beautiful character, Isis- ten-] will toll you hots." Ho had drawn nearer to her, and the leaves of the crimson carnation fell at his feet; the western wind seemed to pause iaitd listen—it-fell with a faint, subdued sigh, "Your life Iles before you now, divided into two paths. Crenated that you !lave been victimized, that you have been married for your money, that you stave been sold,'as it were, for is title, that your. girl ish romance and your womanly ten - demobs have been alike outraged, that you have been deceived, per - Roasted that you could live happily without love, and that you find it. all a: mistake," "Yes," she repeated, "all a mis- take," "You have borne your fate brave- ly as yet, but now you have tired of it; your courage and patience have failed—you have told me so, and I can plainly see that in your own mind you are seeking some means of escape. Is it not so?" (To Be Continue(1). LEVELS OF THE LAKES.. Project to Raise' Theni by a Dam Above Niagara. The United States.Govornmont's determination to investigate a feasi- ble plan of maintaining, if not to lift, the present level of the Great Lakes has caused a groat deal of comment in marine circles of Cini- ca.go, and has aroused great enthusi- asm at all other ports, and the progress of the movement will bo watched with great interest, says the Chicago Inter-Ocoan. Congress ltas made financial provision for the undertaking, and it is understood that the experts who will carry on the investigation will bo appointed at an early date. The question of the practicability of such a plan is not altogether new, but it appears that former experi- ments along these lines have never been carried far •enough, because un- til very recently there has been am- ple depth of water at various ports and through the rivers, and channels connecting them. During the last few years, however, vesselmon say lake levels have dropped at an al- arming .rate, 1-arming.rate, and the point is now reached where much fear is expressed for the future of commerce: The condition becomes more noticeable, marine interests contend,. since tiro. tendency of shipbuilding is toward the larger and deeper draught craft. Experts claim that Lake Michigan has shown greater shrinkage, and old sailors bear out this statement. Some have claimed that the .,drain- age canal is largely to blame for the recent low water in Lake Michi- gan, although engineers of the lat- ter scout the theory. It is under- stood, however, to be part of the Government's plan, to investigate this particular condition. Many plans and suggestions are offered as reparat;itas. The one most talked of by practical marine men and engineers, is that of build- ing a dam at some point upon the lower waters of the lakes, likely Lake Erie, near Niagara. Promi- nent engineers avho have given the problem some study take the ground that it may be practical to erect such a dam, and that the water could be raised fully three, feet in Lake Erie thereby. The effect of Such an elevation, it is hold, would be felt in Lake Huron, batt isa les- ser degree, the water being raised perhaps two foot. It is not obvious how such a plan would materially benefit Lake Michigan, and this point is causing discussion. Some claim that the latter's level would be rais- ed a foot • by such an undertaking, although experts are aloof on that reasoning. Marine interests fear that the Gov- ernment will bo many years in get- ting down to actual work of reliev- e for reliev- ing the condition of tow wale o c • many millions. will cost o the project ft is argued that the saving shade by tho elimination of the necessity of dredging harbors and rivers, for which the Government lays out large sums every year, would be vast And in time would greatly onset the or- iginal expenditure. Marineinterests maintain that something must be done or the next decade will see a revolution in the great inland wa- terways and their commerce. ROUGH ON THE STRANGER. In a well known park 1n Germany thele is a large boar's clon, which lies at a lower level than the ground about it and is surrounded by it railing. One day a stranger, while leaning over the rail, lost his balance and fell, into the pit. He struck by the side of a large grizzly bep,r, which at once seized the man's leg in his mouth and completely crtrtihed it, Some bystanders, by the s.kd of ropes and poles., succeeded in getting the unfortunate man out of the den. lie lay in a fainting condition. At this point a policeman stepped up to him. "I place you under arrest," he said to the wounded man. "Arrest I What for ?" immediate- ly gasped the victim. "Lor violating the rules of the park," said the. policeman. "Don't yea see that notice there 1" IIe pointed to a sign over the. rail- inge of the bear's den, whit's read I1 is !oi'hlbl, eu to feed the ani- mals." Out of 150,000 houses or flats in Glasgow, 30,000 have one room only, dud, 70,000 only two rooms; comatrivmzsen ON THE FEM. 0 ZSMZSGSSZOSO COVER CROPS FOR ORCHARDS. Where the Decherd neves protection in avintot' a covor crop should be planted early enough to provide a good blanket to the soli and the tree roots, A good cover brow al- ways improves the fertility of the soil of an orchard, an'd gradually improves the condition of thetrees and lanes. Where the winters are al - meet too 5evero for our ordinary tender orchard trees, a good cover crop of some satisfactory plant rs worth more than almost anything else that call be clone f0k the ;gar- den or oroltard. Clover has been Used for a clover crop in an orchard more extensively than almost any other, and the red variety and the mammoth clover are both excellent foe the purpose wherever they thrive well. It Is not always possible to secure a gond catch of clover in, an orchard, and then rather than plant it and secure an imperfect crop in time to bo of any use it is better to plant some other crop not so difficult and uncertain of growth. Botit Canada and cow peas have in recent years become popular crops for this nurpose, and where they arc adapted to the soil and climate they should prove satisfactory. Tho poor sandy soil of the farm will seldom produce goon. clover crops in time to be of much use, but cow Peas will nearly ,always prove successful on . such. soils, When sowed broad- cast they cover the ground pretty effectually and yield an immense crop. They are rapid growers and produce largo crops, and whether 501551 in drills or broadcast they aro sure to yield an extellent cover crop for orchards.. THE BEST HOGS.. Some years ago when almost ev- ery farmer had an ambition to grow a fat hog and as large a one as possible, We used to like the White Chester, as they were called. They could bo made to weigh about four hundred pounds when a little more than a year old, and if kept another year might reach seven hundred pounds. They had large, coarse - looking legs, large hams and should- ers, large' heads, and especially large oars, almost equal to those of the elephant. Perhaps they were as good a breed as any if a farmer wanted a large hog and 'very fat pork. But when we became accustomed to a breed that would fatten at 175 to 200 pounds when not much more than six months old, we thought we were growing better • pork at less cost per pound. Note our idea is al- most the reverse of the Chester. Legs fine boned and small, head small, nose short, ears small and erect, and body short, but broad across the halos and shoulders. This is for fattening purposes. For breed ing we would want the mate much of the same form, but the sow we want longer bodied, and perhaps with. liens and shoulders less developed. The male should be rather coarse in bristles. It is not easy to find both male and female with these different characteristics in the sante breed, which perhaps is a reasocl why the pure-bred hogs seldom are as prolific or fatten as easily as pigs from a common sow, mated with a pure- bred boar. THE HEN. A. few years ago we used to think a beam in the top of the barn was good enough for the hens. Never thought of watering them. They could pick up a living around the barn floor. But we were surprised enough in those days if we found an egg. Ten chances to one it was cracked open from "stem to gud- geon" by the frost if wo did happen to find one. Now we know this was simply the worst way imaginable to treat the hens. The world has mov- ed and taken the hen along with it. Froin present indications there will bo profit in eggs all next winter. It stands us in hand to save all the young pullets out of last spring's hatch and push them ahead as fast as possible. It is the pullet that lays during the cold weather that pays best. The beef trust has done one thing not down on the programme. It hasiven the farmer ver much 6 Y better prices for his eggs than for, several years past. No argument here for the trust, but a big one for the old farm hen. Sell of all the roosters except what you intend to Hinter now. It is a waste of food material to keep a lot of roosters just for the salve of hearing them crow, The pullets need the room they occupy, Tho question is sometimes asked whether or not oyster shells are essential to the production of •'bggs. Anybody who Inas watched the hens Very MuCli knows how assimet wild they aro to get to 1110 bag of shells, i 't d a' ' r i 1 f they ave Ueer 4 xraod as 0p a1 t 11 n 1 l y y of 111001 fpr a time. The lien knows about as well na tiny of tie allot she nods in the Way of diet Judging from this the lien does nerd what she gets Isom oyster shells. l's milk any better fee hens than water ? l;ggs are largely alhiimQsi, Milk eontnitis nlllnmen ' water does nob, Put the two together for year - Self, Ne nest box over patented .coul,d woo from the biddies more eggs tllant an 014 soap box, She seems to feel as much at home utero us any- whare, The smallest mite is big enough to make a lett uncomfortable; she will not; do her best if riot comfortable. Our duty is plaits. RYE AS A COVER CI103'. In reply to the inquiry of a cor- respondent about the use: of rye, would say it would undoubtedly Serve a most excellent purpose for a cover crop under certain condi:- tions. ondi-tions. It is not to be. recommended for all purposes, particularly on land that is deficient hl nitrogen, It should be borne in nand that rye will add practically no plant food to the soil when turned under in the spring as a green manuring crop. On the outer ]rand, leguminous crops will probably add something to the eto'e of plant food already in the soil. It Is .true that rye when turned under as a green manuring' crop may materially aid the succeeding crop Ind -Meetly. If the crop .is too alkaline the plowing• under of a con- siderable amount of green rye in the spring will tend to neutralize the soil. The decomposition of the rye in the soil would also tend to liber- ate the plant food that is in: the soil. The rye, however, will not add directly to the store of plant food, Some of the vetches or crimson clover would bopreferred if ,ad- ditional ad-ditional nitrogen is desired. Rye is hat'dy, quick growing and will en- dure the rigors of the winter well, and on this account is often times highly prized as a cover crop. The purposes for which the covet' crop is desired Should determine ewhether rye is best suited or not. TREES'AND THE I'ARM.. It will be found advantageous to keep as much woodland as possible on the farm. Trees shelter the mosses, which help their roots re- tain the water of melting snows and heavy rains and give it out again in springs. Where most of the woods are cut down springs and rivulets dry tip, streams become slow, and after se- vere storms floods occur, tearing out good soil, washing away bridges and causing much loss. Cultivation helps retain moisture, but not to the extent of woodland. If a farmer wisen itbecame neces- sary to cut trees for wood frbnt poor land permitted them to grow again, instead of keeping the land fol' pas- ture, there would always be some woodland in a i0rality and the above dangers lessened. Owing to the increased nunnber of purposes for which wood is used, from the standpoint of profit also. it will be found best to preserve the trees for the future. BEEP DAILY RECORDS. Do you keep a record of events oc• curring on your farm ? Some do not anis they are consequently at a loss ever to lcno.v just when such things happened. For is few cents one can buy a blank book in Which to enter the items of interest front day to day occurring on the farm. In after days every man will be thankful if he gets the habit of jotting such things down. The habit of keeping such a systematic record is worth a great deal. -_--_. — --- '. PIGMY CA11II1ILS OF PERSIA. The western part of Persia is in - {whited by a species of camel which is the pigmy of its kind. These camels are snow white, and are on that account almost worshipped by the people. The Shah presented the municipality of Berlin with two of these little wonders, The larger is twenty-seven inches high and weighs sixty-one pounds. The other is four inches less, but the weight is - not gtveu. A CITY OF ZINC. Bareira, in Portuguese East Africa, is the only zinc city in existence. Zinc is the only material capable of withstanding the peculiar climate. It took the some thousands of People who make up the population six months to build the place. Hospital, church, arsenal and every dwelling is of zinc, the dead are buried in zinc coffins and even most of the railway cars are of zirnc throughout, IIS HAD LEARNED. Judge—"Have you anything to say for yourself?" Prisoner—"No, sir; I'm a married man." 'Applicant -I'd like to get a job as track-waiker5 Railroad Superintendent—Any oxperienee 7 Applicant—I used to be an actors yyTTUPqOP GREAT TION SUPUISTlTION N9 CON EI- i T0 IGNQIANIPERSONS, Strong Into/104e Have Been, Swayed, by Faith in Supernatural. It is a mistake to imagine that superstition IS a weakness 501111ned to seamen or persona of feeble and unoulturbd .mincls. Alen passe,esing the strongest intellects have Macon swa)'011by almost ollildish credulftY. with i'sgctl'sI to the atrpernatural, d'1ao ;rent Napoleon was a fdrn'a bellow int presentiments, Onee, when lie was anxiously awaiting 1101V9 from Egypt he heard that a Nile boat liad run ashore, and that the crew had been put to death, This boat Moro the name of "L'Itcalle." Napoleon' was much cone:reetl when he heard this last piece of news. He looked Alton it as en omen that his hopes of annexing Italy to France were to be scattered, saysa writer in United Service. Nothing would incluee him to believe the contrary. "My pre- seatlments never deceive tile," he said "all is ruined ; I ant satisfied that my' oolnquest is lost." The pre- sentiment in this 5asp certainly bo camp true. A famous writer Inas said of Napoleon : "Ile was all star, and destiny." Certain 11 is that Napoleon had faith in his star, and 1t appeared to be the ruling omen of his entire career. General Rapp, who for a long period was Napoleon's aide-de- camp, refers to the subject in his interesting memoirs. Rapp had just returned -from the siege of Danzig, and seeking Napoleon's presence, found him gazing intently through the window, his eyes fixed upon "tile heavens. 1t was . some time before the emperor noticed the presence of ].tapp, when, suddenly seizing him by the arm, he oxckaimed c "Look there ; up there I" "I 'see nothing but the pale, twinkling stars,", re- plied the astute aide -dc -camp quietly, "What 1" exclaimed the emperor, excitedly, "Is it possible that you do not see ray star, the fiery red one, almost:as large as tno moon ? It is' before you now, and ani, how brilliant." Then, warming up to the sight, he fairly shrieked a9 he cried out : "It has never abandoned me for a single instant. I sce it on all great occasions; it commands me to go forward it is my sign of good fortune, and where it"scads I will follow," Tho Roman admiral, Applus Claud- ius, on being informed by the Au- gurs on the eve of an engagement that the sacred chickens would not eat, saidt: "Let diem drink, then," and ordered them thrown overboard, after which he attacked the Cartha- ginian fleet and received a terrible thrashi. IlISMng•ARCR SUPERSTITIOUS.,. The astute Bismarck was 'supersti- tious; the number 13 staving is very deep meaning for him.' He would neier sit down to table when he made the thirteenth, Count Bis- marck, Bohleo states, that ono day, in 1870, at Rheims, when aha chan- cellor gave a dinner, ons Oaf the invitations had to be couatormand- ed, because otherwise there would have boon thirteen at table. Oen.. Boyer, Razaine's envoy, arrived at the German headquarters, at Ver- sailles, on Friday, October 1, but Bismarck would not sec him till the next day, saying that 110 women nev- er do anything of importance on any Friday, much less on a Friday, the date of which coincided with tho anniversary of Horefikirk, .Jena and Auerstadt. Ho was talking one day of a defeat rho Ceramists lied ex- perienced in the cow'so of the cam- paign of 1870. "1 beg you to ob- serve, gentlemen," he said, "that that happened cat a Friday." Bis- nnarok clad not believe in a lucky on an unlucky day, but believed that his life was seriously influenced by m mystic number. The prosaic lir. .7ohrn-ron always counted his steps before entering any place, so as to arrange that his right foot should always precede his lett; or, again, touching every post which he paw; ed along a certain route, fearing that, if he missed one, some misfortune would befall him, Lord Wolseley writes : "I not only 'Wiese in many superstitions, but I snug., then] with the wannest affec- tion. They link me, if not avitlt a spiritual world of which I know nothing, at least with a glorious andartistic and picturesque past of which history has told rue much. I believe in ghosts and in amulets ; I have worn out the rims of several rico L hats siren n taco b ec it' ) r t b t through my salutations of single magpies. not mystic bird aboands in :Ireland, and I would not on any account walk under a ladder, etc, ; in fact, I am prone to adopt any superstition I eat told of which I find others believe in," The Shalt of Persia is supersti- tious,. Ile always conics with hint when he travels a circle of amber winch is said to have fallen from heaven in Mohammed 's time a.ntl which renders the wearer invulntr- nble; a casket of gold which mantes Min invisible at will, and a jeweled star which is potent to mance con- spirators irtstatttly confess their crimes, is always worn upon his person, tip lfll0rNDS, Make new friends, but lceoli the Old— Tho'so aro silver, these are gold. No -made friends, like new-ntctdo +viae, Ago will mellow and reline, Friendships that have stood the tuft Of time and clnuigo are surely :best. Brow may wrinkle, htllr,turu grey, Friendship, never owns decay, For 'mitt olcl friends kind and true We once more our youth renew. But, alas 'I old fn4auls must die-.: New friends must their place supply; Then cherish friendship in your breast— Now is good, but old is best.' Make new friends, but keep the olc1— Those aro sliver',, these are gold, Elderly Lady -A yon ntihum- ed to be seem snntolcing cigarettes, lit- tle boy?" Little ]toy—"Stn•o, I. amt but wot's -a toiler to do when he .aiin't got tlio prleo of a cigar?"