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 ^.^ ^-^' UD^^^ from tmkiDg into th« hwli yono^lL'e OfL. Xtat JMBL tiia I.» of Her^ *r1 (Continued.) it 18 only iMi^fe ' "!^â€" V "I'DBin. eie alt RiJ2 "^i Renfrew! His. J lit (6) " '^^^'if luside. ^^^KM oil ^uR XXXVI.- ' ^i,,t anu â- *!»vou 'should wish to know a t'"' 'I I am not a poor man, loS'^^Tlia'a uctthc means to give t'-»"" I UvouW not ask you to rw"'"nrhcar for money as I do t,:^^lt;^,,i.l position " said f""" ricU man and my daugh- ••I"'" lei- liu.sband dowerlesa. ji " mu-t le ertain of, that the bi"' her own for is as fair ' ^hichwosed the cai Tlpry which he^e»«a ing whicli he -^iiawaeda'ong htiii^ B|N«tt«iWJ^ '%llr. Bnadon » inlly, voa have oMide -â- , „^aniei is an that the family in^ honored and re- OC' •:..on. â-  ,!„ihed painfully. ";. ,;,t!e ahout my own family. ^^^^ie said, "my ' ' r my io:ally e s 'ood, "••' ti8 quJ -^^ -ie and in \,;J jual. "'â-  ^^'^I'S BoweJ 1. besides e\, .on and ch '^«.. aniidoti acid, whic I'i'ins tile ^e bcines, [Its. Sold :ic.) mother died l.iith, my father, when I â- â€ži,l-but 1 thinli the blood :..r.v*»"°V honest blood. I do ncJt 'â- "•' "vs-aiuupou t;:e Gknmove â-  fljout i: one way or the unfamiliar to n e," mur- n "but no matter. You have '-^â- " vnr not, Mr. Glenmcre? 1 ;: ardy-Wealcofhim/; iriin i^ liraadon, Richard .,;;..v.c.i Hoy, wondering if Mr 'â- '"• â-  rL.-u"ui/..' the name; bat it :!';!videii: that tic did not, tor he '.^pof K^li--^ Kraudon, of Boston, 'â- ^" \,,' â-  as iioy siiook his head. I'a-k who he IS ?â- ' " ku'jw veiy little ab^ut xl Roy. drs^.trrately, " he omicous SIKl illV Jllt'lOI " ,.i;r, r« ervt'l r^'.^i' one who jout himseli. ' â- ,ii,l Mr. Autncra, musingly, â-  Uk- an interest greater or less â-  'â- â-  ...aiii ,-,iun lamily bj alJ r.iirs.' You must par- 1111. -Ml' Oleniaore, out it seems you know very 'â-  clcrgymaai BESSES hole mat criaL ided lor tliel ts of thoordf seems to d ;rtaiut)-, and IthfultoneJ i.xed dcMlitJ turc a Ileal he most CO J •hrpa, or Vv| y tile prcseJ ^ome atlectij debility, [langrer he^ life. VE(i£ lualiflcatiod aorders, aiij npiy sliovvn| ains not lesl wn, and is 4 To 1 Ion;,' tuseat.nira 'hat is pa( â- K(;Kli.\K.| -irry ;. .rii :al Debil l. 'dii.V-, ccivcd so i le as fronivl lispensable f 'I Debiiityi it will i-A 3 with plc^ E, 80 that i! St. MarySlJ ine ICU Druggij ^ropertv ml WEST L| claiile-it ixrx: couiiiirti UmM ittle about yoilr bj more s.ti=tied it I knew ,i;,,.i.wai and to what tamily of r iVii-loHL's, as it isâ€" really Mr. :,' laia vtiy sorry thitlam obhged i'i'o, but you surely â- tellin^'yu 2?ri- di-ti.iit' ,;thiwM my wi:ii my â- 3. cannot blame that until 1 kaow so«ie- about your family I cuusfcut to your niar- ;.1I1' '}. y ;i.i |V(:v ilowi He s.iii I'.au^Uter, and i trust to 1,1 inarry her without ir/y 1 Pt i)!:iTii(' him, but still he tai teJ, very much disconr- .1 few words mechanically [lis chair, It-eliiig that his z[ '.lev with Mr. Anthon was over. ' Antlii'.i went wit i him out of the r'an.i iiiioug!! the liall, talking pleas- bair"htely th.' while; but after the 'vjtrut li ir had (closed after him, a â- ;.:.„_r â- : ih'.c smile carvel Arundel's â- :..;± I paid him back for s epping in rtP. !vr,iio anil Percy Kvringham, and ;:;;s.' my plans," he said to himself. â-  riWure traci'S of the previous night's :,.;cpo;i Richard Brandon's face as he I'tiie pleasant sitting room waiting for •..cjine, ami when at last he did come, It ai. almost impatiently 'A'lut did lie say to you, Koy " quii Line. I ii'r.a almost a sol) Roy sat down. l';de Richard, I pleaded my cause in 1 faiiuot Ijlame him, still it is hard BJir.jii-.t ti;e same. He asked me ques- c-aljoutmy family which I could not ETer,andt;icn he wanted to know about r. nwyou were and all about you." bipoor Roy, disappointed and tired :lropped hia h«'a4 in his hands. A trsauiul aroused him looking up he iiisuuclo, with topcoat and baton, :to leave the room. â- iVaere are you goiui.' Uncle Richard ' Itiiiiej ill surprise I folding tlie iloor-knob in one hand, I Brandon turned, and never bad Roy 1 00 his face bu: ore the look that rested inow. '*^aere a-n 1 i^ ^ing "' he said, in a curi- i:arJ voice. "I am going to tell Mr. 'On who I am." with a burernea. aU new toSL ^T* the man who'^^'cal'T^^J "^J^ it fuild^T *t ' " '^^ ' l-* »»»d 'itched home.fe5T« "'^^ tobe Mn^S SselAnth .^K*" ??^**^ out to him aa Mrf»i^V^*^"^°l^«^Je'«5«- Though his face wa, white as death as he wefltSn the stone steps, his hand did not tremble i heran« the bell. The passioh Si w seized him did not make him faint aSweak^ but cold and stony;, the bloo.1 about hi; heart 8eemed.to b*.t»rm«nin«^o ice 8etvantw/°*"°"r' "'•^•" l^« asked the hpl ^°*?^*=' ^« door,, and having SSetlTT:f k' V^' affirmative, h. sSS q|iietly, I wiab to «ea .him. No *i tter about aijrname,and.':_as the mau wouW have shown him into the rec.puon-room- Iprefer to wait here." iiv£tf as he stwod there in the house of the man who bad so lorriblv wronged him not a muscle of his face moved, not an eyd sh f^ir/^'i'^^^" "^^ something a«ful abon. this dead calm it was like the rush which precedes the tempest. "Mr Anthon will see you, sah.-'said the ""Ti! i 'â- f ^â„¢^°g *^ter a moment's absence, andhel.d the way along the hall toward the library, while the man who was called Richard Brandon followed him, lookin neitiier to the right or to the left ° His interview with Roy Glenmore ended, Arundel remamed in the library to finish a book in which he was very much interested. Louie nad goae to spend the evei.an^ with Aline Brentwood, and Muriel, in her ab- sence, was eatertaimngin the parlor a youag ladv and her brother, friends of Louie's who had ca led. Arundel was not particularly p.eised wlien Jackson informed him a gentleman wished to see him. "Who is it, Jacksou â- " he saiJ.iui^alient- "1 don^c know, sah," answered the polite darkey ••! never saw him before, sah, to my knowledge." "VVeU,,ahew him in,"-«aid Aruadol, tnnh-. throwing down his book, he rose to his feet and, standing on the hearth-rug, waited wf his visitor. He did not recognize in the gray, lame, and bent man whom Jackson ushered into the library, any friend or ac- quaintance, and with a cold, look upon his handsome face he waited for the stranger himself and make known his ,v â€" M.W* «^ fell npbu'^lii^TM- ^Zll^" '^- ^-rh«l of tioM itliad gnw mifrngtiU was ypff «.^y ^nikecl. the dark eyep, wet* tesribb mth «»«nRer in them, upon fa forahoad krnt or^ had gathered. The flood of WtteTiw. S? °*9«™W eorrow. mod pit^ksa wrath, '««^chfi»ey«, Rnaaei Aathon had beea "^7««fo*peP .down, had aoddenli Jurat K8 bounda, and pity and seatlcness went down bafcnroit. It was atrange but in the grasp of that mighty paaaion which ahook hia very aoul he seemed to grow young again. The beat figure drew itaelf up ita fuU height, thei bowed head raised itaelf, the featurea lost theit pinched look, the cheeks no longer ap- peared a^inken by reaaon of the red flash up- on them, the gleaming eyea lighted up the whole face. In a voice hoarse ai d broken he apoke. "^usk I tell you who I am, Arundel An- thon Am I indeed ao changed by misery and pain that you do not even recognize me! Look at me I do not Ictok like the man you left to die alone on the plains of Mexico: for agony, such aa I have aufiiered, works terrible changes. Still, I am that man. Are you satisfied now I have told you who I amâ€" I am your brother, Russel An- thon." bahiDdhar.Oe horaanllaah- wf her amal I letbia^ a ANUidtfli eyea madetaMr ..fta^Hiltiiatorafaft^ewMHi ol CHAPTER XXXVII. to everything in this )atient There I AMIIiTl -WAYS ESTIf and sub- to Russel net. GO se are limits 1-evcu to the most patient endurance, iq-it re^i.Jnation. There is a time even the worm will turn -there '1 time when t,he most God-like human '*.J3will turn too, and ia just wrath re- *â-  the injuries they have received and "•^•â- i: have been beyond the power of earth- iurar.co to accept in silence l's:oa-that time had come now iithon, f« years li.- had lived patiently, bearing "'t'ltterpaii. and sorrow, knowing that he been cruel; V au.l foully wronged, yet "fiiig in rt,-ii;n itiou giving more thought "â- Â« misery ni ethersâ€" which he could re- "â- . than to his o.vn which was capable of â- Jii-^viation crushing down the passion- "^7'ngot his own heart, evenâ€" and it as almost incredible that he could do it -caking allowances for Arundel, saying to ^li, "He was always weakâ€" my recklesa "^g brother, -he never could withttand j!"?tation had he not thought I waa, m "1 truth dead, lie would not have thus ,![^!|gedm2. May God pity him." Bat now "'l:mitof his patient enduratce, hia al- *»â-  divine unselfishness, had been reach^. 'was no longer resigned, willing to auflfer «ii.ence every drop of blood in hia veins rl^ ' out for vengeance, every nerve in hia *^y quivered with bitter, terrible anger-- I 'f ill the more terrible because it had ' !? restrained for years. Jne truth, which he had never once acs- ^«a, that the child which had been born 1 r^inel was his child, the terrible know- r^ that Arundel had robbed him of the TJiaswellas wife and name and happi- J*- nd roused fierce and bitter ieelings in ^^t, and to those feelinga had been » flood of anger and reaentment. «^del had wounded and inanlted Boy M i.T'^y whom he loved aa dearly •â-  thoiW»» '*a been hia own son, he had broo|p»t to introduce business. 'J b servant had left the room, closing the door after him. The two men were alone in the spacious apartment.facingeach other. There was only a few feet of carpet between theiaâ€" the wronged and the wronger, the man who had been robbed of everything he held dear, and the man who had robbed him. Would any one have thought they -,'ere tw-in-brothers No nor would any one have supposed that they were related that the. same blood flowed in the veins of botn. One of them was tall and stately, holding his handsome head haughtily, not a line of care or sorrow upon the higtibred face his black wavy hair and heavy mous- tache just tinged with gray a man remark- ably handsome .; and the other was bent and stooping, his hair thin and almost white, his features pinched; that part of his face which was not concealed by his silvei'-gray beard, wrinkled and careworn a man with whom it was impossible to associate any ideas of youth and cjreless happiness. "Mr. Anthou" â€" low as was the voice it sounded distinctly in the room by reason of its metallic clearness â€" "Roy Glenmore has told me you refused to favor his suit because you know so little about him, or â€" me." Arundel drew his dark brows together. He was very much annoved; he had thought that when he dismissed Roy that ended the whole matter, he had no wish to take it up ' again or talk it over, no amount of talking could induce him to alter his decision, Roy Glenmore should not liave his consent to make Louie his wife, that was all there was about it. "I understand then that 1 am addressing Mr. Glenmore 's unc e, Richard Brandon," he said icily. "Pray, be seated, .Mr. Bran- don." But Mr. Brandon took no no ice of the chair to which he had been motioned, and Arundel seeing that his visitor had no in- tention of seating himself, shrugged his shoulders indifferently and stood stiil, care- lessly playing with his watch-chain. "Roy Glenmore is very dear to me," the low, clear voi3o continued,- "and it seems to me you have treated him unjustly. Does deep, pure love go for naught with you, Mr. Anthon or, if it does, have you lived long enough to tell by a man's face whether he is noble and true ' Arundel's face flushed angrily, yet aston- ishment was mingled with nis indignation. Was this man Brandon crazy that he dared to speak like this to him "I am not accustomed to being taken to task for doing with my own what seems to me beet to do," he aaid haughtily. "I aaid to your nephew what I now repeat to you I will not give my daughter to any maa unless I know for a certainty that that man is by birth, breeding, and social poai- t ion her equal." "And you think Roy Glenmore is not her There waa a qoiver in the low voice, the icy calm was beginning to break up. "I aflirm nothing, Mr. Brandon. 1 «»iy know that your nephew oonld not answer the aimpleat queations I put to him reganl- Sg hia family; and, in conaequence. 1 waa obliged to tell him what any other father ^nld have told him, that until he coald answer those qneationa aati^tor.ly. l ceuld not grant what he «^ed. ♦'Yon spokeof me, Mr. Anthon. _^ "Yes. lapokfi of yoa," said Arundel co^ ly. "I told your nephew I knew ao mo«e aboBt you than I did of him." „,«.if ^nd I am here to tell yo«„^* "^^ _to tdl you wto I -£«Sl »tSi to father UviogHum whyltovetod «dh • JS^. reeerrSi life, ahuaping the worll Motionless as though he had been turned to stone, Arundel had listened. He had not flinched nor trembled only a bluish pallor had crept over his face, and a certain look about his mouth told that he had clenched his teeth as men do somatimes in horrible physical pain, lest they should cry out in their agoay. He carried one hand to his throat when Russel had finished speaking, as though he had felt a choking sensation there. Slowly his eyes travelled the form and face of the man before him â€" the man whose life he had laid waste. Then, with his stiffened lips he muttered "Great God, it is true It is Russel, and all these years 1 have thought he was dead." With a passioaate ory, tlie other threw up his arms. "Dead," he repeated. "Would to God I had; died. You would have been more merciful, Arundel, had you put a knife in- to my heart and made sure that I was out r of the world before you toak my place in ' it." Steidily Arundel walked across the room. Unlocking his desk he took from out of its ' compartments a revolver. Holding it in his band, he went back to his place. "Here take it," he said, quietly. "It is ' loaded â€" there are seven buUecs in it; but one I will be enough, probably. I remember you ' were always a good shot " Russel Anthon took the revolverâ€" took it and laid it down upon the carved oak mau- I tih Out of his eyes faded the fire of pasion, out of his face faded the flush of ang^" "Arundel, I do not want your life. Could your life give me back my lost happiness â€" could it take the weariness and pain out of the years which have gone by â€" could it give me back the bright hopes I once cherished â€" could it make me again the man I once was? No, no. And even if it could, I could not take itâ€" not now. When I came into this room there were terrible feelings in my heart I thought I could have killed you when I first ^aw you â€" but it is ditiereat now. What am I that I should deal out punishment to you It is not for me to say whether you shall live or die. " For a moment Arundel was silent. A great bitter regret went sweeping over him as his black, faithless, sinful life rose up be- fore him that feeling of self-contempt and self-loathing which more than once had come upon him, was upon him again. ' 'I did not know there were such men as you outside ofheaven," he muttered. "God! I cannot understand it I cannot see how it has been possible for you to let me live all these years in your phce, calling what is yours mine, bearing your name, spendiog your money, loving your " A terrible spasm of pain convulsed the noble, grief-worn face, then when it had passed, Russel apoke. "Loving my wife," he said, finishing the sentence Arundel had left uncompleted. "For her sake I have suffered all these years â€" lor her sake I have let you live in my place. Because" and oh, the agony in the strained voice â€" "I saw for myself that she loved you aa she had never loved me be- cause I knew that should I betray you to her, earth would hold no more brightness for her, happiness would go forever out of her life because I loved her so that I waj will- ing to bear the misery, the pain, the sorrow, knowing that sheâ€" my darling, my dear love â€" was happy with you, )i ippy as I could never, never have made l.cr." And Arundel pressing both hands to his burning forehead, said t j himself, uncon- sciously asking the same (xuestion that was once asked regarding thai; man whose di- vine manhood and patient endurance the people about him could not understand. "What mann-jr of man is this?" The angels could have answered him. They could have told him that there were naturea so brave and Godlike, that out of the agony and pain which would have drag- ged othera down into the darkness of reckless despair, they forma ladder by which they climb until they reach the highest pomt of earthly nobleness and when a man has reached ihat point he ia capable of thedeeda of an angel. ^, .• Suddenly Arundel^ started violently, hia faoeno longer pale, but Kvid. He had caught the sound of light footsteps approach- ingâ€"well be knew to whom these footateps belonged. But it waa too late before he could reach the door itawnngopen into the room came Muriel. Bpwhsr ««a^htraight of a rtranger atandiag near tbe fir^aoF. "Oh^ Roaael^ pardon me," ahe rnqnaiixed, "I iw idea any omk Inialiere. I thoa^ of coorw yOa ^ere fwuie, else I ahoald not liave dottie. in ao nnoeremonioiialy;** She paiued, looked up at him (mifstiob- ingly, a little onbarraaaed, woifderalig 'why jbe ^d not inti^nce her to hia Mend, wtin- dering too who hewaaâ€" thia aad- faced imn whom ahe had no reoollection of ever ha\in;; met befoce while Arundel atood in sibence unaUe tonuiatertheaituation. What ahould he. do. what ahould lie aay He knew Mnrielexpected an introduction to the maui who, though he waa her lawful huaband, was yetaa an utteratranger to her, atOlhow 'could he mt rod uce her? He had no idea how the sight of her had affected Ruasel. Perhapa it had aroused within'him auch bit- ter anger, auch passionate despair that should he, Arundel, address him in her preaeftce as Richard Brandon, he would, turn and denounce him before'her, tell'her in swift terrible words that the man with wLomehe had been living for so many years was not h'»r husband but her husband's brother. He felt as a man feels who expects mo- mentarily to h.ave a powder mine 4t his feet explode and hurl him into itrnity; he knew not what the next moment might bring forth another instant, and Muriel might be lying white and still before him, crushed almost to death by the weight of the truth it was in the power of that aad- faced man to speak. Unable to understand his silence, utterly at a loss how to account for it, the questioning look 'n Muriel's eyes grew into one of surprise and with a deep flush of embarrassment upon her face, she murmured "Will you not introducj mc to your friend, Russel?" He looked at her helplessly; then from her his eyes wandered to the gray set face of the man he had wronged so terribly that he wondered to himself how it was possible for him to refrain from taking his life. With- out the least thought as to what he was go- ing to say, he opened h s lips to speak but before he could utter a sound the man who was a stranger to Murielâ€" ah. Heaven, think of it! â€" came forward. The hair upon his forehead was damp with icy sweat under tie gray momtache, about the pallid lips, was the purple shade that settles sometimes about the lips of tbe dead. Little did Arundel Anthon know of the magnificent unselfishness of the man he had roboed of all that was dear 'o him. Stand- ing there he had seen M'lriel enter the room, he ha 1 seen the tsnderness which softened the velvet eyes as she spoke to Ar- undel; even in his agony â€" and realize, if you can, what that agony was â€" his first thought had been for her happiness. "How she loves him," he had said to him- self â€" and think you what it must have been to him to have said it â€" "it she should know, it would kill her." And as he said so many years before he said again "God help me^she shall never know." Pausing within a few steps of her â€" so near that he could detect the faint perfume of violets which always clung to Muriel â€" he hesitated just an instant but for that one instant Arundel Anthon's heart ceased beat- ing. Then, clear and distinct, came the low voice: "My name is Richard Brandon." It was a lie. But do you think that when Russel Anthon stands at the bar of Heaven, God will court that against him So great had thestrain been upon Arundel that the sudden revulsion of feeling almost overpowered him, and it was only by calling into action all his will-power that he kept himself from sinking down, weak, faint, and trembling. Those few words, "my name is Richard Brandon," meant volumes to him they meant that Russel would never betray him to Muriel, that he had renounced all claim to hia own name, that he would let him go free. With a smile Muriel raised her head. "You are Mr. Glenmore's uncle," she said, looking up into the marble-like face. "I am very glad to meetyon, Mr. Brandon," helding out her small, white right hand as she spoke. • The last time she had spoken to him her head had been upon his breast, his arms had been around her, and she had sobbed ont brokenly, her face all wet with tears "Come back to me soon Russel, my hus- band. Good-by, Russel, good-by." Itcame back to him now so vividly, as though it had happened only a few weeks before. He had come back to her â€" he, Russel, her hu^banel â€" and she had no welcome for him. He looked down at the small hand she 1 ad ex- tended to him â€" on the other hand gleamed the diamond in the ring he had slipped up- on the slender finger that day when she- Muriel Trowbridge thenâ€" had let him fold her to hia heart and call her his own little Muriel and there, too, was the wide golden band which he had placed there, atanding by her aide before the altar, when, in tbe sight of God and men, he had taken her to be his wife. He did not dare to touch that little hand, and abruptly ho tamed away. Muriel looked ath'im wonderingly. "He ia certainly a most peculiar man," she thought to herself. "Evidently he isn't used to ladies' society. I wonder what he has been saying to worry Ruasel I never saw him to troubled. I think I must have interrupted a very aeriona conversation," 94p said aloud, smilingly as she spoke, "and I gnesa I will leave you to finish it. Good evenii^; Mr. Brandon. I hope yon will come in often and aee na." XspIaSB«d. 1. It ia aalneky to %f01 calt. Of couee, â- hows tliat yoa are eithtf natually *ia SM^cai^ficom "' toyhow, to Talaa thn wrath of yoor b^. "' ^^ ner.l4dd«. the ladder ii oonraniBg with a fellow laborer and leta Mljahfd^f ipaftarw Pivot of red paint on ikX 9. It ia nnlacky to piaa ontaide a ladder. TUs ia wKaa'^a fladder fpojecta to the porbatone, the road ia very muddy, and a nmaway vau ia i^ yoi^r immediate ueigh- boriidod. 4. It'a iacky to have a black cat in the honae. It'a preaenco accounta for the die- appearanee of cream, cold game and othw vianda notoriously detrimental to the health 5. It ia unlucky to dream of a black dog. Of course, aa it ehowa that your pi-eaent habit of late suppers 'will shortly be sto] 1 by your medical attendant. 6. It iaurincky to meet a woman 'with a aquintk If ia a great misfortune to encount- er an ugly woma^ anywhere. 7. It is nnlueky to sneeze on Friday. It is not particularly fortunate to sneeise oa any other day of the week, as it probab'y shows you are in for a severe cold. S. It is unlucky to hop up stairs as the new year comes in. It ameliorates your gnei at the follies of last year, ai it shows however capable of idiocy you were then, you are still more capable this year. 9. It is unlucky to see a single magpie. It indicates that there are more in the ncigh- bordood, and for discordant noises the mag- pie b pre-eminently gifted among birds. 10. It is unlucky to see the first lamb of the jear with its face towar^^a you. It at any rate shows that neither your visage nor your apparel is so absolutely repul.-ive as to frighten a beast of the field. 11. It is unlucky to sit down to table thii- teen in number. It is equally unlucky to sit down twelve if there is only elbow room for eij^ht. 12. There is luck in odd numbers. " This entirely depends upon the game you .arc playing, ami what the o:her man has up his sleeves. â€" Punch. (to bb contincks. CHAPTEE XXXVm. How beautiful Muriel was! That her life waa, and had alwaya beoi, a porf«ftly h^- pyone,couldbe8eenataj?lan«. TharewM not aalMidow of aorrow upon her love^ ajrft tinted face, no traee of we»y p«m m th* taatron. changeful eye.. ,. J^t -mUeh^ geied aboat the red aumth, Uie tow !«««» W»««and «noo*haaa chOd'a. Wk^lly nncooKions of tie pieMOoe of "W ow« â„¢ the room, ahe went toward Anaidal,^tho heavy folda of her roby »rfw* dwaa taaOiig "Why, what ia the matter with Frank He ia generous to a fault." "Yea," aaid Fogg, ' if the fault happena to be hia own.' The lalaad of Fonla, about twenty miles w«at of Shetland, and containing abont 300 inbafaitaBta, baa been iaolated by contimions storms tHn tbe aainlaad donog the wbide of tiiis year natil Safairda^, Marai 3, wkm a boat aaaasged to reach it with proriaioiis. The pottle were Cosmd to be in a tertiUe atefes of dflStitatioB, and many of them most hava baan starved to deatii bat for this â- e^bbariy auxsr. ' CUaiOUS FACTS. David N. Sellegg, a blind mm, has stirtccJ a manufacturing enterprise ui Newburg, N. Y., in which only blind persons will be employed. The Chinese keep a rogues' gallery, not of photographs, but of impressions of tiK; spiral lines on the ball of the criminal's thumb. No two thumbs have thespiril lines c\;actly alike. In some places ia Europe steel 'oars arc used in preference to bells, supplanting them sometimes altogether in church steeples.and producing very pure, distinct and melodious sotmds, A Chinese coin 3000 years old li3s been found by gold miners, who were digging in in a claim at Cossiar, Cal. It is supposed to have been left there by Chinese mariners wrecked on the coast long before the Christ- ian era. A Minneapolis lady recently gave a small dog six grains of morphine, with the inten- tion of kiUing the animal. The canine went to sleep, and it was supposed ha^l liied. Three days later ho awoke, and lia' over since been as bright and as lively as Iteiore. The Chaldeans used sun-dried brick for their walls, because they lacked the tuel to burn them; but they tried to compensate for their frailty by making them very thick, sometimes giving them a facing of burnt brick, or using alternate courses of the hard- er material. Bitumen or clay kneaded with the straw made the cement for their walls. Occasionally they were also curved around the other end, and from this arrangement gradually grew the amphitheatre. A singular alliance has been formed ia Belgium between alcohol and education. An almsbox for the secular schools is a re- cognized feature of every place where liquor is sold, and every customer drops into it his sou as regularly as he fees his waiter. A school building costing §400,000 has just been built from the sous thus collected. The same pUn is on trial in France, but at present without much success, though JNI. Sarcy thinks that it has a great future. A bombshell supposed to have been fired by Yankee troops doring the war waa en- countered in a large white oak log at a saw- mill near Augusta, Ga.. recently. A circular saw was going through the piece of timber when it struck a hard substance, which broke ita teeth, and stopped progress. Ex- amination i-evealed, buried in the wood to the depth of eight inches, a large pcrcu.ssioa bombshell, wliich according to the .a!cula- tion of those familar with the growth of timber, had been there sixteen or seventeen years, and th'e tree liad grown over it until there was but a slight scar left. It was found to be loaded 1 Two Enterprises. "So you would marry Ethel ' demanded the father as he wheeled around to face the trembling lover. "Yes, sir." "And you have money in bank â€" real estjfte â€" bonds â€" stocks, say §75,000 worth?" "N-no, sir, but I can work up. Iâ€" I am bound to win, sir." "How?" "I shall go to Florida, bay 100 acres of land, raise 5,000,000 orangea per year for the market, and lu ten years I shall be rich. "Hum Yes Hum " growled the old man. "Very enterprising â€" very^sibod open- ing, young man " "Y-yes, air " "I have an enterprise on hand as welL Ethel 'will marry a Bulo widower thia apri3g. He ia consumptive. He won't live two yeara. He will leave her $200,000. Go hence Gro to Europe for three yeara. That, will kill him, bury him, and give her a year to wear weeds and get over her xi. Then ahe'a yours, cash and all, and pat my hand on your head and bleas 9Wl Wkien tiie U^*taeemto roang men peit. loft tlM hoBM bs *.%-' i'A â-  1 4i 'â- I ' a r ii'h^ 4 S^'l P ..: .?iHiU :d- 'B ':.AJM h a^^-f