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“ Well, Eva, what is it now ‘2" she asked contemptuously. “Mr. Plowden,” sobbed Eva. “ 011, Mr. Plowden again ! Well, my dear, if you will be so beautiful and encour- age men, you must take the consequences.” It was a merry chase that Florence sat and watched with a. dark smile on her scornful lip. In vain did the poor White doe dash along at her best speed, the great black hound was ever at her flank, and each time she turned, came bounding at her throat. The idea of a chase, and a hound, and a doe took such a strong possession of Flor- ence’s saturnine imagination that she actu- ally mede a drawing of it, for she was a clever artist, throwing by a few strokes of her pencil a perfect likeness of Mr. Plow- den into the fierce features of the hound. The doe she drew with Eva’s dark eyes, and when she had done them there was such a world of agony in their tortured gaze that she could not bear to look at them and tore her picture up. THE CHOICE OF THREE: One day Fforence cafme in and found her sister Wgeging. MB. PLOWDEN GOES A-WOOING. Mr. Plowden was not a man to let the grass grow under his feet. As he once took the trouble to explain to Florence, he con- sidered that there was nothing like boldness in wooing, and he acted up to his convic- tions. Possessing no more delicacy of feel- ing than a bull-elephant, and as much con- sideration for the lady as the elephant has for the lily it tramples under-foot, he, figuratively speaking, charged at Eva every time he saw her. He laid wait for her round corners and asked her to marry him ; he dropped in on her at odd hours, and insisted upon her marrying him. It was quite useless for her to say “No, no, no,” or to appeal to his better feeilngs or compassion, for he had none, He simply would not listen to her; but, encouraged thereto by the moral support which he received from Florence, he crushed the poor girl with his amorous eloquence. “Miss Ceswick,” went on Mr. Plowden, after a. pause, “if I could find means to induce your sister to change her verdict, would my suit have your support ‘2” “Indeed! you were unfortunate that afternoon.” Florence raised her piercing eyes from her work, and for a. se_ond fixed them on the clergyman’s face. “ That depends, Mr. Plowden.” “ I am well off." he went on eagerly, “ and I will tell you a. secret. I have bought the advowson of this living ; I happened to hear that it was going, and got it at a. bar- gain. I don’t think that Halford’s life is worth five years’ purchase.” “Why do you want to marry Eva, Mr. Plowden ?” asked Florence, ignoring this piece of information ; “ you are not in love with her ‘2” He hesitated, and then came to the con- clusion that with a person of Florence’s penetrattzion franklless_“'as the bes§ gam_e. “ In love; No, Miss Ceswick. I don’t think that sensible men fall in love; they leavg Vthatfip boys_a.nd_ women.” “ You mean tvhat your sister cah be hunged dpwn,” he sajd, bluntly. “ 011 ! Then'why do you want to marry Eva? It will be best to tell me frankly, Mr. Plowden,” “ Well, as you must know, your sisier is an extgaordinm‘lly beautiful woman.” Florence smiled, and looked at Mr. Plow- den with an air that said more pléinly than any words, “Which you clearly are not.” ‘v‘ Ally of which are very satisfactory, reasons, Mr. Plowden ; all you have to do is to convince my sister of the many advantages you have to offer herâ€"and to win her affections.” “ Well, Mr. “Plowden, I do not want to be rude, but it is impossible for me to con- ceive a. woman’s affections being won away from Ernest Kershaw by you. You are so very giffergrit.” _ “And would thérefore form a. desirable addijion Ato_yo_1_1r establiiihmeqt ‘2" “ Precisefy,” said Mr. Plowden. “ Also,” he went on, “ she is a. distinguished-looking woman, and quite the lady.” Florence shuddered at the phrase. “ And would therefore give you social status, Mr. Plowden ‘3” “ In short, I am anxious to get married, and I admire your .sister Eva more than anybqgiy I_eve1_- _sgw.” If Mr. Plowden wanted a. straightfor- ward answer he had certainly got it. For some moments he sat in sulky silence, and then he said : “ I suppose if that is the case, there is notlling to be donez” "I! I mean nothing except that the persistent suitor on the spot often husa better chance than the lover at a. distance, hoyever dgar he may _be.” Then Mr. Plo§vden took his leave. Florence watched him walking down the gard_en-pat_h._ V “ I 8.113 glad Jeremy shook you soundly,” she said aloud. “ Poor Eva !” “Yés. She is also sprung from an angient family_._” _ “Ah, Miss Ceswick, that is just the point. She told me that her affections are already irredeemably engaged, and that she had none to give. If only I have the opportunity, however, I shall hope to be able to distance my rival.” “ Why am I not as good as this Ernest?” he asked ; for Florence‘s remark, identical as it was with that of Jeremy, wounfled his vanity intensely. “I Vnever said that. Women are frequently married whose affections are very much engaged elsewhere. You know how they win their wives in savage countries, Mr. Plowden ; they catch them. Marriage by capture is one of the oldest institutions in the world.” ” Well, the same institution still obtains in England, only we don’t call it by that name. Do you suppose that no women are hunted down nowadays ? Ah, very many are ; the would-be husband heads the pack, endflll the loving relatives swell its cry.”_ Florence looked "at him scrutinizingly as she answered: “You do not know Ernest Kershuw, or you flpuld 1101; be so confi_dent.i”‘ Girls that are fair on the hearthstone, And pleasant when nobody sees ; Kind and sweet to their own folk, Ready and anxious to please. The girls that are wanted are wise girls That know what to do and to say; That drive with a. smile or a. soft word The wrath of the household away. The girls that are wanted are girls of sense, Whom fashion can never deceive ; Who can follow whatever is pretty, And dare, What is silly, to leave. The girls that are wanted are good girlsâ€" Good from the heart to the 11138 ; Pure as the lily is white and ure, From its heart to its sweet eaf tips. The girls that are Wanted are home girlsâ€" Girls that are mother's right hand, That fathers and brothers can trust to, And the little ones understand. The girls that are wanted are careful girls, Who count what a thing will cost ; Who use with a. prudent, generous hand, But see that nothing is lost. The giris that are wanted are girls with hearts ; That are wanted for mothers and wives ; Wanted to cradle in loving arms, The strongest, and frailest of lives. The clever, the witty, the brilliant girl, The are very few, understand ; I Egg, 0 _l for the‘wise, loyitlg, [101138 gn'ls‘ “ Well I” Thére’s s; Ednémnt‘, Iian stEhdy delfiand. The Girls That Are Wanted. A NOVEL. CHAPTER XXII “ I never encouraged Mr. Plowden.” “Nonsense, Eva, you will not get me to believe that. If you do not encourage him he would not go on making love to you. Gentlemen are not so fond of being snubbed." “ Mr. Plowden is not a. gentleman," exâ€" claimed Eva. “ What makes you say that '2” “ Because a. gentleman would not’rperse- cute me as he does. He will not take ‘ No ’ for an answer, and to-day he kissed my hand. I tried to get it away from him,but I could not. Oh, I hate him i” “ I tell you what it is, Eve; I have no patience with you and your fancies. Mr. Plowden is a very respectable man, he is a. clergyman and well off,‘ altogether quite the sort of a. man to marry. Ah, Ernestâ€" I am sick of Ernest! If he wanted to marry you, he should not go shooting people and then running off to South Africa. Don’t you be so silly as to pin your faith to a. boy like that. He was all very well to flirt with while he was here; now he has made a. fool of himself and gone, and there is an end of him.” How much wé hearvof w-omafi’s (iuty to man, how little of man’s duty to woman ! u Butffilb’r’éh’cé, I love Ernest. I think I love him more dearly every day, and I detest Mr. Plowden.” Woman, divinest of God’s creatures, gol- den vessel turned to common “uses, sweet star made to serve as the drunkard’s lamp and the profligate’s plaything; yes, plucked from your native skies to be worn alike by the fool, the knave and the self-seeker, and yet faithful to them all ; to be trod into the dirt by the earthy brute and jeered at by the beardless cynicâ€"how immeasurable is he injustice, how vast the wrong that has been and is 51ain being heaped ugon _you I “Very likely. I don‘t ask you to love Mr. Plowden. I ask you to marry him. What have love and marriage got to do with each other, I should like to know ? If people were always to marry the people they loved, things would soon get into a pretty mess. Look here, Eva, as you know, I do not often obtrude myself or my own interests, but I think I have a right to be considered a little in this matter. You have now got an opportunity of making a home for both of us. There is nothing against Mr. Plowden. Why should you not marry him as well as anybody else ? Of course, if you choose to sacrifice your own ultimate happiness and the comfort of us both to a silly whim, I cannot prevent you, you are your own mistress. Only I beg you to dis- abuse your mind of the idea that you could not be happy with Mr.‘ Plowden because you happen to fancy yourself in love with Ernest. Why, in six months you will have forgotten all about him." . “ But I don’t want to forget about him.” “ I dare say not. That is your abomin- able egotism again. But, whether you want to or not, you will. In a year or two, when you have your own interests and your chil- dren ” “ Yet with it all she was weak,” you say. Well, she was weak, as weak as you must expect. women to be after centuries of tyranny have bred weakness into their very nature. Why are women weak? Because men have made them so. Because the law that was framed by men and the public opinion which it has been their privilege to direct have from age to age drilled into them the belief that they are naught but chattels, to be owned and played with, ex- isting for their pleasure and their passion, and ranking in value somewhere between their houses and their oxen. Because men, being the stronger animals, have crushed and forced them into certain molds, saying, “ Thus shalt thou be.” Because men have systematically stunted their mental growth and denied them their natural rights and that equality which is theirs before high Heaven. Weak ! Women have become weak because weakness is the passport to the favor of our sex. They have become foolish because education has been with- held irom them and ability discouraged ; they have become frivolous because frivolity has been declared to be the natural mission of woman. There is no male simpleton who does not like to have a bigger simpleton than he is to lerd it over. What would the empty-headed donkeys do if there were‘ none emptierâ€"headed than they to re-echo their brays? Truly the triumph of the stronger sex has been complete, for it has even succeeded in enlisting its victims in its service. The great instruments in the supâ€" pression of women and in their retention at their present livel are women themselves. And yet, before we go home and bully our wives and daughters, or to the club and sneer at the weaknesses and failings of those of others, let us be for a moment just. Which is the superior of the two â€"â€" the woman or the man ‘2 In brute strength we have the advantage, but in intellect she is probably our equal, if only we will give her fair play. And in purity, in tenderness, in longâ€"suffering, in fidelity, in all the Chris~ tian virtues, which is the superior in these things ? Oh, man, whoever you are, think of your mother and your sisters ; think of the eyes that first looked love upon you and the heart that dreams it still; think of her who nursed you in sickness, of her who stood by you in trouble when all others would have none of you, and then answer. “ Florence, you may talk till midnight if you like, but, once and for all, I will not marry Mr. Plowden,” and she swept out of the room in her stately way. 7 “Ah. yes you will, Eva. I shall be pin- ning a bride’s veil on that proud head of yours before you are six months older, my dear.” But there is no need for us to follow the hateful story through its various stages. If by chance any of the readers of this history are curious about them, let them go and study from the life. Such cases exist around them, and, so far as the victims are concerned, there is a. painful monotony in the development of their details and their conclusion firFlorence was quite right, it was only a question of time and cunningly-applied prgssurg. Eya. yieldefi at last. n u n n33‘iéfeicé laughed softly tvo herself as she said after her : And so it came to pass that one afternoon in the early summer, Florence, coming in from Walking, found Mr. Plowden and her sister together in the little drawing-room. The latter was ver pale, and shrinking with scared eyes an trembling limbs up against the mantel-piece, near which she was standing. The former, looking big and vulgar, was standing over her and trying to take her hand. m“ Has she ?” said Florence coldly. “ How glad yougxust be that Mr. Jones is out of irrl‘VCongmtulate me, Miss Florence,” he said. “ Evar has p_ro_rpised to bqggine.” It was not a kind speech, but the fact was, there were few people in the world for whom Florence had such a complete con- tempt, or whom she regarded with such in- tense dislike as she did Mr. Plowden. The mere presence of the man irritated her beyond all bearing. He was an instrument 3 ‘ted to her purposes, so she used him, but she could find it in her heart to regret that the instrument was not more pleasant to handle. Elle véay I” Oh, pause awhile before you say so 1 Remember that circumstances were against her ; remember that the idea of duty, drilled into her breast and the breasts of her ancestresses from generation to genera- tion by the superior animal man, and fated as often as not to prove more of a bane than a blessing, was against her ; remember that her sister’s ever-present influence over- shadowed her, and that her suitor’s vulgar vitality crushed her to the ground. Mr. Plowden turned pale at her taunt, and even in the midst of her fear and misery Eva smiled, and thought to herself that it was lucky for her hateful lover that somebody else was “ out of the way.” Poor Eva! “Poor Eva i” you think to yourself, my reader; “ there was nothing poor about her ; she was wea_k_;_ she was contemptible.’f How hard we are upon your sins and weak- nesses, how tenfletz you are to ours ! Surely it will be a. happy day for the civilized world when, freed at last by the growth of knowledge and the increased sense of justice, women takes her place as man’s equal; no longer his vessel and. the minister to his wants and pleasures only. but as his equal ; when she brings her fine intellect and enlarged capacity to bear upon the questions which hitherto he has been pleased to consider his exclusive right, and her trained intelligence to their solution; when the social barriers are broken down and she is untrammeled in the exercise of her natural rights, except by the truer sense of virtue and the stronger sense of duty which even now elevate her far above our heéds. Poor Eva l Yes, give her all your pity, but purge it of your contempt. It requires that a woman should possess a mind of un- usual robustness to stand out against cir- cumstances such as hemmed her in, and this she did not possess. Nature, which had showered physical gifts upon her with such a lavish hand, had not given her that most useful of all gifts, the power of self- defence. She was made to yield; but this was her only fault. For the rest, she was pure as the mountain snow and with a heart of gold. Herself incapable of deceit, , it never occurred to her to imagine it in others. She never suspected that Florence ‘ could have a motive in her advocacy of Mr. Plowden’s cause. On the contrary, she was possessed to the full with that idea of duty and self-sacrifice which in some women amounts almost to madness. The motion so cleverly started by Florence, that she was bound to take this opportunity of giv- ing her sister a home and the permanent protection of a brother-indaw, had taken a firm hold of her mind. As for the cruel wrong and injustice which her marriage with Mr. Plowden would work to Ernest, it, strange as it may seem, never occurred to her to consider the matter in that light. She knew what her own sufferings were and always must be; she knew that she would rather die than be false to Ernest ; but, somehow, she never looked at the other side of the picture, never considered the matter from Ernest’s point of view. After the true womanly fashion she was prepared to throw herself under the hideous Juggernaut called duty, and let her inner life, the life of her heart, be crushed out of her ; but she never thought of the twin life which was welded with her own, and which must be crushed, too. How curious it is that when women talk so much of their duties, they often think so little of the higher duty which they owe to the man whose love they have won, and whom they cherish in their mis- guided hearts 1 The only feasible explana- tion of the mystery is, that one of the ideas that have been persistently drilled into the female breast is that men have not any real feelings. It is vaguely supposed that they will “ get over it.” However this may be, when a woman decides to do violence to her natural feelings and contracts herself into an unholy marriage, the lover whom she deserts is generally the last person to be considered. Poor wretch, he will, no doubt, “ get over it.” Fortunately, many do. CHAPTER XXIII. After a month of this life, Mr. Alston came to the conclusion that there would now be no danger in descending into the low country toward Delagoa Bay in search of large game. Accordingly, having added to their party another would-be Nimrod, a gentleman just arrived from England in search of sport, they started, For the first month or so things went very well with them. But soon the luck turned. First, their horses died of the terrible scourge of all this part of South Africa, the horse-sick- ness. They had given large prices for them, about seventy pounds each, as ” salted” animals, that is, animals that, having al- ready had the sickness and recovered from it, were supposed to be proof against its at- tacks. But for all that they died one after another. This was only the beginning of evils. The day after the last horse died, the companion who joined them at Lyden- burg was taken ill of the fever. Mr. Jeflries, for that was his name, was a very reserved ,English gentleman of good fortune, some- thing over thirty years of age. Like most people who came into close relationship with Ernest, he had taken a considerable fancy to him, and the two were, compara- tively speaking, intimate. During the first stages of his fever, Ernest nursed him like a brother, and was at length rewarded by seeing him in a fair wav to recovery. On one unlucky day, however, Jeffries being so much better, Mr. Alston and Ernest went out to try and shoot a buck, as they were short of meat, leaving the camp in charge of the boy Roger. For a long while they could find no game, but at last Ernest OVER THE WATER. Mr. Alston and Ernest carried out their plans as regards spert. They went up to Lydenburg and had a month’s wilderbeeste and blesbok shooting within three days’ “ trek” with an ox-waggon from that curiâ€" ous little town. The style of life was quite new to Ernest and he enjoyed it much. They had an ox-waggon and a span of six- teen “salted” oxen, that is, oxen which will not die of lung-sickness, and in this lumbering vehicle they travelled about wherever fancy or the presence of buck took them. Mr. Alston and his boy Roger slept in the Waggon, and Ernest in a little tent which was pitched every night along, side and never did he sleep sounder. There was a freshness and freedom about the life which charmed him. It is pleasant after the day’s shooting or travelling to partake of the hearty meal; and then comes the pipe, or rathera succession of pipes, and 1the talk over the day_’s sport. And then, at last, up comes the splendid African moon like a radiant queen rising from a throne of inky cloud, flooding the whole wide veldt with mysterious light, and re- veals the long lines of game slowly travel- ‘ling to their feeding-grounds along the ‘ ridges of the rolling plain. And so, my reader, day adds itself to day and each day will find you healthier, hap- pier and stronger than the last. No letters, no newspapers, no (Inns and no babies. 0h, think of the joy of it, eflete Caucasian, and go buy an ox-Waggon and do likewise. Then, about half-past eight, comes the halt for breakfast and the welcome tub in the clear stream that you have been making for, and after breakfast saddle up the mags, take your bearings by the kopje and off after that great herd of wilderbeeste. Ah mu-yak-trek! The great waggon strains and starts and presently the glori- ous sun comes up and you eat a crust of bread as you sit on the waggonâ€"box, and wash it down with a mouthful of spirit and feel that it is a. splendid thing to get up early. For a while, perhaps, after you take to bed, you lie so, your pipe still between your lips a gazing up through the opening of the little tent at two bright particular stars shining in the blue depths above, or watch- ing the waving of the tall tamboukLgrass as the night-wind goes sighing through it. And then, behold! The cold far stars draw near, grow warm with life and change to Eva’s eyesfiif you have an Evaâ€"and the yellow tambouki-grass is her waving hair, and the sad whispering of the wind her voice, which speaks and tells you that she has come from far across the great seas to tell you that she loves you, to lull you to your rest. ' What was it that frightened her so soon ? The rattling of chains and the deep lowing of the oxen, rising to be ready for the dawn. It has not come yet, but it is not far off. See, the gray light begins to gleam upon the oxen’s horns, and far away, there in the east, the gray is streaked with primrose. Away with dreams, and up to pull the shivering Kafi‘irs from their snug lair be- neath the waggon, and to give the good nags, which must gallop Wilderbeste all to- day, a double handful of mealies before you start. came across a fine bulleland standing rub- bing himself against a. mimosa-thorn tree. A shot from his express, planted well behind the shoulder, brought the noble beast down quite dead, and having laden the two Kafirs with them with the tongue, liver, and as much of the best meet as they could carry, they started back for camp. Meanwhile one of the sudden and tre- mendous thunder-storms peculiar to South Africa came swiftly up against the wind, heraldin its arrival by a blast of ice-cold air ; an presently they were staggering along in the teeth of a fearful tempest. The whole sky was lurid with lightning, the hills echoed with the continuous roll of thunder, and the rain came down in sheets. In the thick of it all, exhausted,bewildered, and wet to the skin, they reached the camp. There a sad sight awaited them. In front of the tent which served as a hospital for Jeffries was a large ant-heap, and on this ant-heap, clad in nothing but a flannel shirt, sat Jeflries himself. The rain was beating on his bare head and emaciated face, and the ice-cold breeze was tossing his dripping hair. One hand he kept raising to the sky to let the cold water fall upon it ; the other the boy Roger held, and by it vainly attempted to drag him back to the tent. But Jeffries was a man of large build, and the little lad might as well have tried to drag an ox. ‘ Some Very quiet young ladies do up their hair with a bang! “ Yes: I know a. good cite for it. Don’t get drunk last night. Good bye.” “Hold up! I’ve got a fea.rfu1 headache, and an awful taste in my mouth. Don’t you know some remedy for the misery I’m sufl'ering from this morning ?” on . 3’ Secona Chappieâ€"Yeas, but I’ve changed it to Smith. Smythe is too doocid com- mon, don’tcherknow.â€"â€"Harper’s Bazm‘. “ Isr‘f’t it glorious ‘2” shouted the delirious man, as they came up ; “ I‘ve got cool an last.” “Yes, and you will soon be cold, poor fellow l” muttered Mr. Alston as they hugyied up. _ _ They got him back into the tent, and in half an hour he was beyond all hope. He did not rave much, but kept repeating a single word in every possible way. That Word wasâ€"W ' ” Alice.” At dawn on the following morning he died with it on his lips. Ernest often wondered afterward who “ Alice” could be. Next day they dug a. deep grave under an ancient thorn-tree, and reverently laid him to his rest. On his breast they piled great stones to keep away the jackals, filling in the cracks with earth. - Second' Chappieâ€"Aw, don't call me Sniythety‘ knpw Lcallimre Smith. F'irst C'happieâ€"But, bah Jove, yer name was Smytlgg. Evolution in a Circle. First Chappieâ€"I say, Smythe, old chap, pie“, howgly £19 ‘2 Then they left him to his sleep. It is a sad task that, burying a. comrade in the lon_ely_ Wilderness. As they were approaching the waggon again, little Roger sobbing bitterly, for Mr. Jefi'ries had been very kind to him, and the first experience of death is dreadful to the young, they met the Zulu voorlooper, a lad called Jim, who had ben out all day watching the cattle‘as they grazed. He saluted Mr. Alston after the Zulu fashion, by lifting the right arm and saying the word “Inkoos,” and then stood still. The judge says that one of his most memorable experiences during the war was the sight of a host of drunken men. It occurred on the morning after the capture of Vicksburg. Great quantities of whisky were stored in the city and the victorious army was exceeding dry. They went for the liquor with a vengeance, and when Gen. Woods summoned a soldier to saddle his horse the soldier was too mellow to perâ€" form that duty. Another was called, and he also failed. After various vain attempts to find a sober soldier Gen. Woods gave up in disgust and saddled his own horse. He says that as he rode through the town he saw 50,000 men under the influence of whisky. Vicksburg is now the scene of one of the liveliest prohibition agitations in the country.â€"â€"Atlanta Constitution. “Well, what is it, boy?” asked Mr. Alatzqn. “_ Have you lost the oxen_?” “ No, Inkoos, the oxen are safe at the yoke. It is this. When I was sitting on the ko'pje yonder, watching that the oxen of the Inkoos should not stray, an Intombi (young girl) from the kraal under the mountain came to me. She is the daughter of a Zulu mother who fell into the hands of a Basutu dog, and my half-cousin." “ Well ?” “ Inkoos, I have met this girl before, I have met her when I have been sent to buy ‘ maas’ buttermilk) at the kmal.” u G00 1" , The State Entomologist of Illinois, Prof. S. A. Forbes, says in a bulletin just issued that elaborate experiments made in the apple orchards with arsenical poisons show that an average of at least 70 per cent. of the apples now destroyed or injured by the codling moth may be saved to ripening by one or two sprayings with Paris green, made in early spring, while the fruit is not larger than a hazelnut. Taking one year with another, the codling moth is found to infest about one-half of the apples which set on the trees, and making all reasonable allowances, it is estimated that the general use of the spraying method must effect a saving to the State in the increased value of the apple crop of at least $1,500,000 annually. The cost of applica- tion would be practically nothing, as the benefit to the trees and the crop resulting from the destruction of curculios, canker worms and other minor leaf and fruit insects must more than pay the small expense of spraying. Observations and analysis have shown that there is not the slightest danger to the consumer of the fruit from poisoning the trees thus early in the season when the apples are very small, and before they have turned downward on their stem. The experiments show, how- ever, that late poisoning is dangerous and, furthermore, is without effect upon the codling moth. Paris green was found more effective than London purple or solution of arsenic and lime, which had no effect at all. The experiments on which these statements rest were made under widely varying con- ditions during two successive years and on several varieties of fruit. The total number of apples examined was nearly 40,000. Judge Woods, though known chiefly as a. lawyer and jurist, was a successful soldier. He was a. major-general of volunteers and saw some hard service in Grant’s Mississ- ippi campaign. “Inkoos, the girl came to bring heavy news, such as will press upon your heart. Sikukuni, chief of the Bapedi, who lives over yonder under the Blue Mountains, has declared war against the Boers.” “ I hear.” “ Sikukuni wants rifles for his men such as the Boers use. He has heard of the Inkosis hunting here. To-night he will send an Impi to kill the Inkosis and take the guns." .. “These are the words of the Intombi ‘2" “ Yes, Inkoos, these are her very words. She was sitting outside the tent grinding imphi’ (Kafir corn) for beer, when she heard Sikukuni’s messenger order her father to call the men together to kill us to-night." ' “Iuhear. At what time of the night was the killing to be?” An Infalllble Remedy. “ How are you coming on, old boy ‘2” “ I’m not coming on at all. I’m going How to Save the Apple Crop A 110% of Drunkards. (To be continued.) Queer Fancies of Those Who Are Just Lifting Life’s Curtain. A 4-year-old miss of Main streetY with a serious air, said to her mother the other day: “ Ma, I think I ought to get a spanking." Mamma made an effort to look her sharply in the eye, when the little one added: “ I guess you needn’t mind this time. I won’t be naughty again.”-â€"-Bu(7‘alo Courier. Henry M. Stanley is remarkable for a. broad head, very thick through the cheek bones. His hair is still dark and thick, covering the temples. He is of middle size, weighing about 180 pounds. He looks like a. man of about 50 years of age. In school. The teacher takes out his watch. “ As we have a few minutes before we close, you can ask any question you wish.” One little kid comes forward. Iii “ Teacher, what time is it, please ‘3”â€" San Francisco Chronicle. Legal i‘endér. Teacherâ€"“ If you were president of a county fair and wanted a. gatatender, what would you do ‘2” Pupilâ€"“ Boil it.” Hostessâ€"Thanks ! I’ve had some of every dish I Guestâ€"Well, that’s not much !â€"P1mch. BOBBY APPLIES A TEST. Robby, aged 3, complained that his tea, the regulated milk-and-water article, was not to his taste. His mother, beside whom he was seated, said: ” Why, Robby, my tea is very good.” “ Suppose we change teas,” suggested Robby.â€"From Babyhood WANTED FULL CREDIT. A benevolent young lady, who had for a long time sought to convey some lasting moral lessons to young boys at the North End who had been gathered into her class. While conversing with one of the youngsters recently, referred to the death of his brother, when he spoke up in a tone expres- sive of pride and gratification : “ Oh, that ain’t all the dead I got ; I had ’nother brother die awhile ago."â€"Boston Journal. ' Strangerâ€"Certainly, if hé is compelled to be in your companyâ€"Texas Siftings. Inebriated Man in a. Street Car (who drinks to spite his wife)â€"Shay, strang’r, don‘t you think a, (his) person’s sometimes jus’fied in keepin’ ’se_1f tqsgicated ‘1 He Was Sorry He Said it. Guest~You’re not taking any dinnér, Mrs. Meredith ! Co-untry cousinL“ Wellâ€"erâ€"yes. Ye see, they 'wear clo’se all over ’em out in our parts.” The Legislature of Alabama. has elected a woman for enrolling and engrossing clerk. Saratoga, N.Y., has a. woman bfll-poster who handles the brush with the skill of an expert. The Chinese have a. custom of wearing two watches, because if “one makee sick and die, other live.” City cousin (at a. ball, to country cousin‘ â€"-“ Considerable difference betwixt this am a. h~op id the couptry, ii} there not ?” A little girl recently entered the store of a. Hamilton druggist with a. slip of paper which read: “ Please sell bearer one-half- pint of tepid water.” When charming Adelina. Patti was in the heyday of her triumph at St. Petersburg she lived at the Hotel Demuth, then a very stylish place. Next door to her lived the Bairds, great ironfounders, of Sootch~ English family. The Bairds and Adelina were very intimate, and this intimacy con- tinued after the diva’s marriage to the Marquis de Caux. The youngest child in the Baird household was named for Patti, and wasa particular pet of hers. Every day the baby Adelina was sent in to see Patti, and often about 6 o’clock, which was the baby’s bedtime, Patti would slip into her neighbor’s house and, running into the nursery, give the little Adelina her good night kiss. The baby girl being astute after the manner of her sex, found out that Patti could sing charming lullabies, so whenever she appeared the little Adelina would demand a song. It was nothing un- common to see Patti in a splendid dinner dress, holding her little namesake in her arms and singing her asleep. Years went on, Patti left St. Petersburg and her husband behind her. She had formerly had great social success in London, but when she returned there in 1878 she found a painful difference. The Bairds had a London establishment, and one of the first drives Patti took after coming to London was to the Baird house. She did not send in her card, but sent word for the little girl to come out to her. Adelina came flyin , delighted to see her old favorite and g0 - mother, and the two had a long and afiec- tionate interview. Although the Bairds did not resume their former intimacy with Patti, they put no obstacle in the way of the two Adelinas seeing each other, and they are still the most intimate of friends. The little Adelina is now a young lady, lately launched into society, and Patti is as fond and proud of her as, ever. Every birthday the diva remembers her god- daughter, and the beauty and costliness of her gifts are extremeâ€"N. Y. Mail and Express. The editor of a Georgia, paper says liberty is always pictured as a women because liberty to survive must be vigilant, and there is no blind side to a. woman. “ A man said to me the other night,” re- marked a clergyman, “ ‘ I would not have missed your sermon for $503 and yet, when the plate was passed round, that man put in a. penny.” Nora Brown, of Owensboro, Ky., lying ill with a fever, startled her friends by sud- denly saying that she saw an angel, who said to her distinctly : “ Thou shalt live another year.” Her friends believe Nora. A Buffalo lawyer was under examination as a witness and had stated approximate] the time at which something had occurre , when he was sharply requested by the examining attorney to be more definite. “You ought to know. It was about the time you collected my costs in that suit and kept the money,” was the paralyzing reply. A novel mode of deciding an election was recently adopted by two candidates in Crete, Neb., who had a. tie for the Legisla- ture. King and Fishburn were the parties interested, and they cast lots to see who should occupy the seat. King won and received the certificate. Fishburn after- ward expressed dissatisfaction with the manner of the draw. King surrendered the certificate, and by mutual consent another draw was had, and resulted favor- ably to Fishburn, who received the certi- ficate of election. It is said that whenever an eruption of the Bromo volcano, Japan, takes place, the natives, as soon as the fire the molten lava no doubt is meant) comes own the moun- tain, kindle at it the wood they use as fuel for cooking. They keep in the fire thus made for years, and whenever it goes out through neglect or for any other reason they never kindle it anew from matches, but they get a light from their nearest neighbors, whose fire was originally ob- tained from the volcano. The fires in use up to the latest outburst in the native cook- ing-places were all obtained from the Bromo eruption of 1832. Adelina. Patti’s Little Friend. A LIBERAL INTERPRETATION. Foibles of Sundry Folks. PUNISHMENT SUSPENDED. LITTLE PEOPLE. The Difference. J ustiflable, Girls Who Don’t Want Expensive Presents â€"Advice for Young Men. Some nice girls have taken the initiative in a very commendable fashion, and agree to accept no presents over a 50 cent limit. They say the custom of holiday presents is a tax upon society, and many of their friends who ought not to afford it dislike to feel their regard eclipsed by the expensive offerings of others. So all are given to understand that their regard is not to be appraised by the tribute brought, but friends may employ taste and fancy to devise just as pretty things as may be within the modest sum named. It is surprising, they say, what really pretty and valuable things can be found for 50 cents. One lady gives in her list at that price as follows : Small scent jar filled with lavender flowers; a box from a little brother with 45 cents in postage stamps torn for use ; a plain box of good stationery, linen paper and envelopes in plenty for three months ; a pretty fichu of lawn and lace; a crystal jar full of the clearest honey from one friend, and the mate to it filled with delicious homemade cream drops and choice candies ; a French photograph in a white frame; a copy of Tennyson’s late poems, the paper cover taken off and rebound by a clever friend in parchment paper, with water color design and pen and ink head-pieces ; a volume of “Murray’s Receipts,” covered with rose bud chintz ; a fir pillow in soft gray linen, with the usual embroidered fir branch and cones ; a low side-table covered with chry- santhemum cretonne by deft fingers, and a low chair to match, bought it must be con- fessed, much the worse for age at an auction for 10 cents, and covered with the bright dark cretonne, fresh and ruffled, very cozy things for a housekeeper; a pretty Japanese paper knife in bronze and gilded inlay ; one of the painted Russian bowls for confectionery or nuts; a Mexi- can jar; a dresser candlestick, of ermine- lacquered tin, you know, big, safe and artistic, and a lot of bijouterie from the 5â€"cent store, where a humorous friend laid out his 50 cents in conveniencesâ€"a toasting-fork with long wooden handle, a wood-handled spoon, clamp, yardstick, reel, trellisâ€"there was no end to the fun and usefulness to the misshapen package. Per- haps the most enviable things were bloom- ing plants in pots, common things, not common in their growth; winter stocks, red and velvety; wall-flowers, dark and velvety, filling the room with their spice. If any young man wants to know what to give a nice young girl let him ponder the list following : He may give her a roseâ€" jar in pink or Aladan porcelain, one of those mantel urns with perfor- ated second cover to let the scent escape. If filled with red rose leaves, which are sold by the druggists, or with potpourri the better. A box of handkerchiefs,embroidered lawn, in white, black and white embroidery, solid pale blue, pink and buff worked in the same shade, cream silk and crape ker- chiefs, scented box of embroidered satin serge, which is the novelty for toilet boxes, portfolios and bookfindings. He might put the value of the whole in one lace kerchief, but most girls would prefer the dozen of fancy lawn. A scent stand in silver and painted crystal or porcelain in gay flowery painting, holding four flowers of different perfumes. A porcelain, silver or bronze enameled swing glass for the toilet with candlestick to match. Silver button- hook and slipper buckle. Gloves, tan, pearl gray, and noisette or palm-wood tints, in perfumed box. These are all safe pre sents, things that a girl won’t have to force her feelings to be grateful for, that hit woman’s tastes. and bring the giver plea~ santly before the mind a good many times in a week. Perfumed mucilage is an addition to polite stationery, and is much better than bandoline for keeping crimps in place. Buttonhooks with long, ornamental handles all of solid silver, which allow a lady to button her boot without much stoop» ing, are out for holiday presents. The seven-hundred-and-thirty-five-pound fat women is still on exhibition in Chioa. o, and the advertisement of themuseum ree s, “ Weighty Winnie! Her last week in Chicago. The doctors say that she can’t live until Candlemes. Be sure to see her this week. You may never have another chance 1” “. They ought to come down to our house ‘ they would find a solution there,” growle Thompson. “ How so ?" ” Oh! my wife says she’s continually on the go.” H I see scientists all agree that the pros blem of perpetual motion cannot be solved,” said Robinson. to be destructive of the appetite for alcohol.” We entirely believe him, and if he extended the destructive effect to the appetite for mutton chops, fruit, or Wheaten bread, we should believe him also. But why limit us to hot water, when tartar emetic, ipecacuanha, unrefined cod liver oil, and perhaps twenty other drugs would be at least equally potent? The old remedy of Rechab, total abstinence, is an easier one than that, and as perfectly effective as long as it is pursued. The difficulty of the temperate is not to leave oi? alcohol, but tobelieve in the gee of leaving it 01?, They do not find that the most perfect abstainers in the world, life convicts, become better mapleâ€"London Spectator, ' ' It is a specialty of sanitary reformers, who are among the most useful of the many intellectual nuisances, in the world, to be deficient in the quality of humor. One of them, some years ago, recommended that a man‘s dead relatives should be burned at the corners of the streets, to save gamlamps; another. not two years ago, lectured on the unhealthiness of boots in bed-rooms, and Mr. Manserg, at the close of a most sensible address to the Sanitary Congress on water supply, brought in his views on teetotalism in the oddest way. He told his audience that “ systematic hot- water drinking had been proved in America Professor Blackle on “ Vulgaw ” Songs. Professor Blackie delivered a lecture on the “ Love Songs of Scotland,” at Gourock, on the 16th ult. He said the Scottish lan- guage was infinitely superior to the English as a singing language, and more beautiful than Greek or Latin, and more shame to them in Scotland if they did not study that language scientifically. There was a ten- dency among their west end people of Edinburgh and Glasgow not to sing Scotch songs because they were “ vulgaw.” (Great laughter.) These people had been de- nationalized and had lost their former state. They had brushed shoulders with some Duke or Duchess in Edinburgh, and now got their music from Paris. He classified the love songs of Scotland under two heads â€"â€"love songs of joy and love songs of sad- ness. Some when in love were said to be love-sick; but when he was in love he was not sick; he was very happy. (Laughter and applause.) There was one song which he sung in Glasgow some time ago which made a sort of a row. (Laughton) It was done quite innocently. (Laughter.) He confessed he was wrong, but he did not think there was very much harm in singing “ Kelvin Grove ” on a Sunday night. How- ever, he was a bad boy, and he would not do it again. (Laughter.) He said there was a capital song entitled “ The Kiss Ahint The Door,” and that was the only proper place for a kiss. (Laughter. After referring to other Scottish songs, t e Pro. fessor concluded by singing “ The Barrin’ 0’ the Door.” The most successfxfl _gifts are sure to be elegant things for the toilet or deskâ€"New York Mail and Express. HINTS FOR THE HOLIDAYS. Hot Water and the Appetite. Perpetual Motion. THE COOK’S BEST FRIEND Crushing the Skull of an 0x at a Single Strokeâ€"Killed in the Jungle. A man-eater which for six months had been the terror of the neighborhood had been traced down and was seen to creep into a ravine, says the Rev. J . G. Wood in “ Good Words.” The beaters were at once ordered off, as they could not be of service and might be charged by the tiger, which had already been rendered furious by a wound. Unfortunately, these men are in the habit of half intoxicating themselves with opium before driving the tiger from his refuge, and one of them who had tali‘en too large a dose refused to escape, and challenged the tiger, drawing his sword and waving it defiantly. In a moment the animal sprang upon him, dashed him to the ground with a blow of his paw, and turned at bay. After a series of desperate charges he was killed. The hunters then went to the assistance of the wounded man. but found that he was past all aid, the lower part of his face, including both jaws, having been carried away as if by a cannon , ball. DUNN’S BAKING POWDER The terrific effect of the single blow indi- cates the power of the limb which struck it. Had the blow taken efiect a. few inches higher the whole of the head would have been carried away. By a. similar blow a. tiger has been known to crush the skull of an ox so completely that when handled the broken bones felt as if they were loose in a bag. The wonder at this terrific strength diminishes when the limb is measured. The tiger which killed the foolhardy man was by no means a. large one, measuring nine feet five inches from the nose to the tip of the tail ; yet the girth of the forearm was two feet seven inches. The corres- ponding limb of a. very powerful man scarcely exceeds a. foot in circumference. Not until it becomes a. man-eater is the tiger much dreaded, especially in the case of those natives who do not possess flocks or herds. Indeed, when an Englishman has offered to kill a. tiger whose lair was well known he has been requested not to do so, as the tiger did no harm and killed so many deer that it supplied the neighbors with meat. The tigress is much more to be dreaded as a man-enter than the male animal. Mr. Jerveyâ€"Is Mr. Podgers at home ? Girls at the doorâ€"No, sir ; he went away about fifteen minutes ago. Album, when will he return ? He said he wouldn’t be back for several hours. Thank you. Will you please announce me to Miss Prodgers? Professor Proctor says g“ It is almost impossible to say under what conditions life is possible or impossible. Men of science have lately been taught this in a very striking manner. For, judging by what they know of the state of things at the bottom of the deep sea, they concluded that there could be no living creature there. They reasoned that the pressure exerted by the water would crush the life out of any known creature, which was unquestionably true. A piece of the hardest and densest wood sunk to those depths has the water literally forced into its substance, and the tremendous mail of the crocodile, or the thick skin of the rhinocerous, would be unable to resist a tithe of the enormous pressure exerted by the water at the bottom of the deep seas. Yet it is now known that creatures not only exist down there, but that, notwithstanding the great darkness that must prevail there, these crea- tures are provided with the means of seeing. So unlike are they to all other creatures, however, that they are unable to live out of their native depths, and when dragged up by the dredges they are burst asunder, and are killed long before reaching the surface, This should teach us that although it me. be proved that in some inaccessible worl . like Venus, or any of her fellowplanets, the conditions which prevail are not such as would be convenient to terrestrial creatures, or are even such as no creatures known to us could endure even for a few minutes, life may nevertheless exist. It is, indeed, tolerâ€" ably certain that if there be living creatures in Venus (as, for my own part, I little doubt)I and if among these creatures there be any which possess reasoning powers such as ours (which is not so certain), it must appear to such reasoning beings in Venus at least as difficult to understand how our earth can be inhabited, as we find it to con‘ ceive what nature of creatures they may be which exist in Venus.” A bochelor of East Grand Forks, Dak., gave a dance. Among the guests were 20 unmarried young women. ‘During the even- ing the host proposed marriage to 15 of them. They all declined with thanks.â€" Chicago News. ' of suffering relieved is as many days. Corns cause in the aggregate as much suffering as any single disease. It is the magic solvent power uf Putnam's Corn Extractor that makes it speedily successful in removing corns. Take no substitute, however highly recommended. Putnam's Pailr less Corn Extractor is the best. Sure, safe and painless. Ten thousand families in New York are said to make way with their vegetable refuge by burning it in the kitchen range. An eflort is being made to extend the practice, and if it is successful New York will proâ€" bably be the cleanest city in the world. the best proof of the great power of Polson’s NERVILINE over every kind of pain is ob- tained by the use of a 10 cent bottle. Nerviline requires no puffing ; every bottle tells its own story. It cannot fail, for it is a combination of the most powerful pain- subduing remedies known to medical science. N erviline is equally useful in external or internal pains. Try the great remedy, Ten cent bottle at any drug store. Large bottles only 25 cents. Belealchin America for the Pricg, WATCH Branch oméa; éfiafiés’sn. Toronto lufleréi‘. Vélve exprâ€"tesnhnrnd I" 0 Aaareu. __ DR. ’1‘ LOCUM, [haven posllhelumcdy lol' [llvnlmvedfiaenle ; b~ m usa thousands m'canes urn-e worux Mun! an I ol'long standing have been cure‘t Indeed. su atmng In my mm. in It. efficacy, that] WI 1 send TWO BOTTLE FREE, ’tggethar with n VALUABLE TREATISE on fllll due!” go any lnfl‘nrnr a‘v-nunrnu- um: I: n "u Wfififififliflfl. A TIGER’S TERRIBLE BLOW. SETH THOMAS Those Who Have Tried it Say Are the Stars Peopled ‘I ven Years