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“ What has happened ‘3” she asked, low- ly, sitting down beside me. “ Nothing. I can’t get on, that’s all.” twaking into the workshop for an ex- I was glad to see her; her very presence was helpful. I had come to respect her judgment even in those matters which were least. :n'thin her graspâ€"iike mechanics. She was so clear sighted; so tolerant ; so quick to perceive hopeful possibilities. I gave the bench a. flick with my apron and made mom for her. One morning Hebe found me, seated out- side the shed I had fitted up as a workshop, doing nothing. Her exclamation of sur- prise at this unusual spectacle fell in cadence of anxiety 3? I raised my_ gloomy face. I could not see any advantage to be" gained by that. It would simply precipitate the catastrophe I wished to avoid. All I wanted was that we should jog along amico ably together, with the hopethat in time my wife would reconcile herself to the in- evitable, and settle down, satisfied with a. rational state of companionship, without any stuff and nonsense of love. 1‘hat seem- ed to me reasonable and right. Many couples after being married eleven years would be glad to be no worse 03 than that, and very few after such a term bother themselves or their husbands with senti- mental rubbish. A man with the best dis~ position in the world can’t give what he has not got- ; and examining my feelings I found none that could be called love, or anything like it. I settfed in the end that it would be best to let thmgs take their course, and say nothing to disturb my wife; but, on the contrary, to do all that I could to make her satisfied with her lot. How would it; be, I wondered if I threw ofl' all disguise, and told her that. I was not; gregggy, but Kit: W'ygdham, her husband? “ She knows I am her husband,” I con- tinued, following up my discovery,” and is prepared to acknowledge me when I attain to that standard which shall entitle me to such a wife. Well, that’s pretty geod, too, considering what sort of a wife she’s been to me. However, I am content to let by- gones be bygones ; though its pretty cool of her to take it as right. If she wants to wipe out old scores and start afresh, I’m willing. It’s the best thing we can do per- haps, to ignore the past. It’s the present we have to make the best of. It’s clear that she expects me to have a. certain amount of affection for her. She is not con- tent with aneutral condition in which there is neither love nor hate. She hopes to re- vive in my heart a feeling of disinterested love ; that explains her submission, her pa.- tience, her untiring efi'orts to make my life better and happier. W'hen I brought her those flowers, she thought my heart was touched ; when I showed her that I had no heart to touch, her courage failed, but her hope was not quite dead. It revived this morning when I gave her my hand. It languished again when she learnt that I was concerned for myself and not for her. That’s it ; when I love her she will acknowl- edge me as her husband. Until then I am to be nothing but Gregory. 811% is ready to throw herself into the arms of the one ; she refuses her hand to the other. And yet she stoops without hesitation to do the work of a. domestic servant. That’s something like pride.” ‘ I might have found this out.a month be- fore if I had given myself the trouble to think about it. The ideas simmered awhile in my mind, and settling down left the extract. clear enough. _ “Good Lord!” I gas p.ed - “she knows that I am her husband!” and she refused, sayihg that her place was here while there was any hope of find- ing her husband. After that, she goes on in the old way, just as if nothing had hap- pened, until now, when she declines to ac- cept my hand, and says, ‘ Good-night, .Greg- ory,’ with the air of a princess. 0h, she saw my hand clearly enough. It was not without a. purpose that she refused it. Thexe was a heap of meaning in that, wonderful face of hers! She put a stress upon ‘ Gre - ory.’ These are the facts ; now what 0 they signify 1'” With this key I found an explanation of all that had puzzled me hitherto. “ When I offered my hand this morning,” thought I, “ and said I hoped she felt better or something of that kind, she gave me hers,‘ and clasped mine tight. Her soft fingers quite clung to my hand. I can almost feel that clasp now; and she looked as if she could hug me. Then she was as pleased as pleased as a. child about the pictures ; said they reminded her of the morning when I brought her the flowers: that was a. happy day for her. Suddenly, in the midst of her pleasure, she asks why I had brought her the books, and when I let out the truth she begins to cry. What next? I as good as offered to let her go to her children I sat; down with my elbnws on the table, and my face in my hands, glaring at the pattern on thelamp~justas my habit; was when some plan of communicated motion was in question, _--__ w vvvu. Au. AIDA IVAN. “ Well, 0!;le us muast,” thought. I ; “ it’s ridiculous after shaking hands in the morn- ixgg to part at night as if we had fallen out since.” “ So, as I said good-night, I held out my hand. “ Good-night, Gregory,” she replied look ing straight into my face, and disregarding my ifl'ered hand, “ There’s some meaning in this,” I said to myself, when she was gone. “ I must; think it. out like a mechanical problem, or there’ll be no going to sleep to-night.” When the hour came to separate for the night, Iexpected she would give me her hand after my advance in the morning; but. she took the candle I had lit- for her in her right hand, holding a book in her left. A NEW OPENING. “ She must be in a low state of health in- deed, to shed tears like that lot nothing at all,” I said to myself, going out to my work. But the explanation did not satisfy me. I could not dismiss the subject from my thoughts. Those three tears kept fresh in my , memory all day, while a. conviction grew that they had not been shed for noth- ing at all. Hebe was quite herselt again at dinner- time. She was bright and cheerful all the evening. It was I who had to exert myself to appear at my ease. r-v . CHAPTER XLI. BEYOND RECALL. _ wv-v-‘Q ~v ' “That thread bé'iiig the éndrix. c h, I see now, It is bmnhiinl.” ,__.._ -..VJ "“ vv 1151516- If you. saw this long one mounted on a. steayvifihp "ti leaf beside itâ€"” I rose and took it off uh: fire, saying we would talk about it over dinner. But she would have it that the dinner would be better for waiting till I had satisfied her curiosity, and then when I sat down agam she drew a. chair beside me, and asked what it was I held so 3arefully in my hand. A A‘ML A 9 - “They’re coppéi‘vfifigfiaQEn-gg,’;wé;d I. “Look at. them; aren’t they beautiful ‘2” “fl daresny they are more beautiful to an artlst’s eye thaq ghey are to mine.” 1': ._-_, “ I think I see 'my wafy to using head and band together.” “ Oh, I’m so glad. Tell me about it.” She set down the loaf, and came eagerly to my side as I seated myself, taking no notice of Ythe pot up” was boiling over. She had a. loaf in Her hands, but her look and mien as she acknowledged the compli- ment were worthy of a. princess. H T ”fink T m... n... .....-. 1m .._:.._L-_.1 __j “Have you been thinking about- it ‘2” asked Hebe, as I entered. “Yes. You were quite right. It-isn’t the first tjme I thought; so.” Butgoing presently into the workshop to put away the abandoned sheets of metal, my eye was caught by a. shining thread of copper, curled in a. delicate spiral by the action of the shears in trimming the edge of a sheet. That conveyed a. new scheme to my mind, and a whole train of ideas, which occupied my thoughts until Howler, bark- ing a. rhapsody, intimated that dinner was being put on the table. She struck the note I had in vain been trying to find. The old love of beauty had been awakened in me through watching her. It was that had made the hard line? of mechanics distasteful to me, and excited an indefinite yearning which the compass and the rule failed to satisfy. Her suggestion turned my thoughts at once to wood carv- ing, conveying the idea that was in her own mind. “ I’ll think about it,” said I, risrsg. “ gerhaps I’ll get a. Alathe.” “Invent ! invent !” She raised her head quickly, and spoke with animation. “ That is more than a. common blacksmith can do. You have a. head.” “ Then why shouldn’t you employ them in working out some fine designâ€"some work of art in which hand and head would work together. She smiled and bent forward, her hands folded on her knees, and I saw the color rise to the angle of her ear,'where a silky little curl strayed from her waved hair. She shook her head. “ I don’t fear that,” she said. “ You have never let me fetch the wood and water since.” “Well, what shall I do ‘3” I asked, after watching her sidelong in silent. wonder a little. “ And hands as well-~zmd they object to idleness.” “ N oâ€"unless â€"” I stopped, surprised to find myself about to be playful. “ Unless what? ” “ Unless you thought. that; the blacksmith would forget all about you as the mason ALI ” did. “ If there were no better occupation, do you think I should have suggested abani doning this?” she asked taking her hand from _mya.rm. “ That’s true,” said I. I’ll give it to a. blacksmith, I think. But I must do some- thing._” _ The shillings iff that box were dear to her. In her mind, I believe, it repre- sented subsistence for the future. Yet she was willing to give it all up for this pur- pose. I must have had a. soul of adamant not to be touched by such self-sacrifice and de- votion. “ Why shouldn’t we?” she interrupted. “ To save us so much inconvenience is worth a. certain sum, and if a. blacksmith will carry out your idea for that sum it is worth while giving it to a. blacksmith to do. And surely we can afford it. There is 311 that money in my box we have got for the butter ; and if fixat’s not enough, there are my rings.” “That; is very good reasoning,” said I. “ But if we could get that, water up without trespassing through the wet. heather. “ It’s good to do all thatâ€"to be a. mason. a. carpenter, and blacksmithâ€"anything if you can do nothing better ; but look,” she said, laying her hands on my bare arm, I think, involuntarily, “ you wouldn’t have a great man like Tennyson cease to form grand conceptions and put them into noble and beautiful words, in order that he might make his poems up into books doing work that a. clever printer could perhaps do bet- 4-mn 7’ t-er. “ A blacksmith 15 as respectable as a. car- penter or a. mason,” sand I;‘ ’and you didn’t; find me too good to build the room over there. Oh, it was fineâ€"the scorn in her voice as she uttered that word “ blacksmith”â€"the scorn in her delicate nostrils, on her curved lip, its bloom beaded with moistureâ€"in her clear, dark eyes, in the dark curve of her bent brows. I smiled partly with amuse- ment, but more with admiration of that face, which had never before seemed so beautiful. Then as her brows rose, and the whole expression of her countenance relax- ed from severity to tender pride, another sentiment for which I cannot find a. name thrilled in my veins : it may have been nothing but gratified van ity. plauation, she fixed her eyes on the forge, and saidâ€" . “ Won’t the annl work 3'” “ That’s all right.” She paused a. moment, and then, with a fearful presentiment, exclaimedrâ€" ' , ‘50, I forgot the rivets !" “ No, you didn’t. They’r‘there. You put ’em down on the listall right. I’ve got? everything. There’s the copper cut out all ready to rivet, tube, valvesâ€"ail.” “ The water can’t help coming up when you turn out the lamp, can it ‘2” “ Oh, no. The thing is bound to a‘ct. I’m sure of that. ” -“ Then why can’t you get on‘?” . “ I don’t know. I’ve been growxhg slug- gish for the past fortnightâ€"losing Interest in the thing; and just now, when Ihad my apron on, my sleeves tucked up, and all ready to begin, a, feeling of disgust for the whole thing came over me that I hadn_ t the strength to overcome. I can’t explam :. 1, “ I can,” she explained, with a flash_ of triumph in her eyes, and a. smile mautlmg brightly in her face. “ It’s work for a, blacksmith ; pot for you 1” _ it. , yes, One would think I had' been studying compliments, but indeed every word came to me naturally, just; as rhythmical words suggest; themselves when the thought is poetical. - I drew first of all a. rude outline, and then making Hebe sit opposite, I worked in “ A mirroi‘frame,” éaid I. 5" A beautiful face ought to be seen in a. handsome set- ting, and this Shel! be for, you.” “ What; shall you begin with? she asked whgn} I brougbt out: {my _d_r§wing board. She laughed, and bent down to turn up the lamp; then I noticed that, though her hair was freshly dressed, she had left as- tray the little curls that had moved me to admiration. “ Ther'e’s not a crease anywhere. It fol- lows the beautiful line from your neck per- feeglyf’ When the lamp was lit; I was struck by the prettiness and elegance ot my wife’s dress. It was a. wonder how she had made it fit so well without assistance. “How is it in the back?” she asked, anxigpslyt “Do you know I only tbok two or three doses just at first,” she said, “ and I shall not; need the rest? Oh !” she added, with an outbreak of gratitude, “it’s coming back to me-my life and strepgtjx.” Under these exceptional influences I put on my Sunday clothes, after I had washed, almost instinctively. Hebe also seemed to feel that this was an occasion for special attention to her appearance, for she was twice as long as usual over her toilette. and came down in the new dress she had made for herself. She was delighted with the cosy aspect of our room, and seeing Howler lying on the rug in the glow of the fire, his jaw on the ground, his tail beating the floor, and the whites of his eyes showing as he looked to- wards her, conscious that it was quite against ordinary rules for him to be there, and fearful of the consequences, she turned to me and saidâ€"â€" “ Oh, that is kind l” We determined to have tea in the fire- light,and while the tea was drawing I made some toast. Howler turned over on his back while I bent over him with the fork in my hand, as if he had made up" his mind to die there without a. growl if I were mind- ed to take his life. “ That’s better than quinine,” I said, wheg Hebe _took a_secqnd piece of toast: As soon as she had goneâ€"to her room to dress for the evening, I closed the shutters to shut out the gloomy sky. The rain relted viciously against the window, but the sound of it was drowned by the singing of the kettle on the stove. The light from the fire fell on the tea. things and white cloth, and spread a glow over the room that aroused a feeling of satisfaction and comfort within me, which put my boasted state of passive content to shame. It look- ed so genial that I refrained from lighting the lamp, that Hebe might share my pleas- ure. Going out for some fuel to stack under the stove for the evening, I caught sight of Howler standing at the end oi his chain and shivering. He had been asleep in his kennel all day, and seemed to have come out for the express purpose of break- ing the monotony with a. little positive suf- fering. He yawned as I passed, having not enough spirit left to growl. I unfestened the chain from his collar, not from any feel- ing of pity or love for him, but with the knowledge that it would please Hebe. - I remember that the wind sprang up after dinner, bringing gusts of rain; the tors were hidden in clouds, and it felt mw and chilly outside. When I went; in for the third time to see if tea. was ready, Hebe saidâ€" THE‘ SIMPLE FAITH. 0F \VOMAN. We were both prodigiously excited over this new scheme. I believe Hebe was just as impatiept as_ I tqmakg a: beginning. _ Aid so I talked on and she listened, and we forgot our dinner until it was spoilt; and ’then even she who had prepared it could not find it in her heart. to murmur a. regret. Here for her-"was an opening through which it; seemed she caught a. glimpse of heaven ; and though other rifts had closed up, leaving nothing but a. leaden, dreary outlook, her hope revived with steadfast. confidence in a future where every cloud should be swept away, and her sun shine out glorious. Then Ilaid out my design, which was nothing more romantic or extraordinary than to work up slips of metal into orna- mental candelabra, flower holders, and the like; but had I been telling a. wondrous fairy story to a. child, I should not have foggd a. more eager listener. She drew back with a little cry of delight and waited in silence for further explana- tion. “Oh. but that’s nothing to the Iings I see in your face," I continued, catching the curve of her eyelash, the undulating line of her nose, the turn of her lips, the bold ivyeep of her chin as I glanced at her pro- file. She drew her head near mine to see it. from the same point of view. “ It is beautiful any way you look at it,” I said, holding one of the shavings up in the light; “ the surface is tarnished and dark, but the cut edge is bright, just like your hair in the sun.” else. Her cheek flushed and her eyes twinkled -â€"-she was as prettily confused as a. young girl listening for the first. time to a. lover’s whisper. IL was the awakening enthusiasm of an artist that stirred me, and nothing' Hebe, looking at me in something like awe, asked in her low, sweet; voiceâ€"â€" “ What made you think of that; ?” “ Why, that little curl over your templeâ€" see, here it: is in this thread ; and than one is the tiny ringleb at the nape of your nnnlr ” neck. “Why should a flower bud please beyond everything else in nature.” “Does it. ‘3” “ As a. matter of fact I should say, no. But you see nothing but flowers and foliage used in ornamentâ€"if you except an occas- ional bird’s Slaw or beast’s leg. I believe new forms and finer combinations are to be got by studying new models, and the model of models should be the human form.” “Yes, yes,” she saia eigerly ; “ I under- stand now. It. never occurred to me when is was in a scroll that pleased me. Perhaps it was the conventional fl'ower bud.” Or if this whorl had another émaller whorl springing the reverse way with a con- vepflonal flowexf budgrojectipg bet:vee11_â€"” CHAPTER XLII. She would scarcely have found courage for that assertion had she foreseen what was to come. “Oh, I knew you would come back to me E” she exclaimed, fervently. “I knew you would_not go back to an occupation that shut me out from you.” “How did you know that ‘3” “Because God is so good to us 2” she said, in a tone of trembling awe as though she felt the Divine presence ; “so good to us that in the darkest hour we may be sure the light is coming. Everything grows and moves onwards ; doesn’t it? Nothing stands stillâ€"unchanged; and in every change there is some good if we have but patience to wait for it. Oh, I am so sure of it that all the happiness of the past I would not take again in exchange for that that is to come.” I got; up, feeling that this subject of faith was the one of all others to be avoided if we were to go on pleasantly. She turned the theme at. once. “Have I shown want of faith in you '3” she asked, in tender reproach, quickly seiz- ing this first sign of humility on my side as an occasion for nearer approach. . “1’11 have to go at it. tonight," said I, joyfully. I’ve been itching to sharpen a pencil since Sunday, but I really hadn’t the courage.” “What did you fearâ€"mot; me?” I said nothing, not, knowing how to at- tribute the want of courage to anything else. “ N6. A be)? 'might pub the thing to genus; newt-3' . o . ..n.. .-r A V “ There ‘.” she cried. “ Did not I say so? Are you to do a. boy’s Work ‘3 Only when it pleases you to play. Set. the pieces aside for the occupation of idle moments, and give yourself to drawing new designs-â€"if you can use a. pencil with that poor finger.” This reasoning pleased me 'hugély, and raised the high opinion I already had of my wife’g jgdgmgnyand understqndfipg. “ Téll fie,” she continued, “ Have you left 99y ditficplty ugmatured '3’f “ Bub fan can go on ‘." she exclaimed, “ and the strange thing would be if you could stand still. And it: is standing still to labor at anything mat ceases to please you, for you may be sure that then it ceases to be a. work of invention_and worthy of you.” “ No ; I’ve only come in to sit down in the clean,” I said, and then I confessed my disinclination to work. She could not quite conceal her triumph, though she did her best to subdue the smile on her face and still the twinkling of her pretty eye. “ it’s Equeer tfiing i cin’t go on,” said I to hige my mortification. u I had some intention of asking: if I had left my callipers on the dresser when I went; in, but: the open fmnknes: of Hebe’s face shamed me from the mean excuse. “You haven't hammered your finger The meter-working fever lasted just as long as there were technical diffi- culties to be overcome ; when there were no further calls upon my inventive in- genuity, I tired of it. The look of Hebe disgusted me with the state of my own hands, grimed with metal, and set at? with a. thumbstall and a finger rag. Going from the living room, with its perfect neatness, and a sweet smell of new bread, to the lit- tered workshop, the rank odor of lead and copper sickened me. It was a. relief to go out into the open air and have a look at the clouds. They are always beautiful, and if of the cumulus kind, you can invariably find a likeness to the face in your mind. I found Hebe’s. For one moment it was ex- actly like her. It only needed a piece cf sunset flush to be perfect in color as well as form. When it lost shape, an inclination to ‘ go back and look at the real face became ir- ‘ resistible, and I glanced at ‘ the dirty bench. She was disappointéd. I could see 'that by the constraint in her manner as she made an excuse for-leaving me. The sound of the ~- hamm at on the anvil must have beenas hate» ful to her'ear as it was pleasant to mine. She had reason to look with a. jealous eye on mechanics as a. distraction dangerous to her own influence. Nevertheless she came back to me soon after, with not a sign of ill will in her face, to tell me that she had cleared the dresser and arranged it so that I could go on cutting out my “ punches and things” in the evening. “ Eon? fora good fortnigfit,” I rqplied, layingalength of tube on the anvfl and digging away with my_ha.111mer._ can get body by fiuting the lead where strength is needed, and punching out cer- tain parts in relief.” “ Will you be able to do all that before tea. ?” she asked. I laughed at her. “ Why,” said 1, “ it will take me weeks ; there are punches to make, and dies, and drills, and a tool for rivetting before I can begin.” 7‘ Then you won’t want me to sit to you to-‘I‘li_g_hn,’j she said_wi_th a sigh.__ " Look how well the gray lead goes with the red copper,” I cried. “I shall work them together, and see What an admirable effect is produced by cutting through the oxidised surface, You can see how rich the combination will be, and how one will lighten the other. And that’s not allâ€"w: ' The next morning I began to work out my design in metal ; new ideas came thh every step forward. Hebe found me ham~ mering out the lead pipe I had prooured for the water engine when she came mto the workshop. Then I- pomted out to her one after an- other the particular turns I had used, to her still greater astonishment. I fancy she had a notion that the design was to be an effigy of herself in the position of Britannia, with the shield cut to let in the looking glass. “ That. will be’véry beautiful,” she said ; and then, after looking at it for some mo- ments‘, she agkedâ€" “ But where am I ‘2” “ Why, everywhere 2 There’s not a. line that; isn’t a. faithful copy of some curve in your figure and faceâ€"some fold in your drapery.” . Snowballing is a. jolly old sport On which many men agree ; Itdepends on whether one’s the snowballet Or the hapless anowballee. the details, and elaborated them according l £13352 TALBN L- 15]) TADPULES- to the idea. I had conceived ; and from first __ to last, Hebe never stirred a. hand’s breadph, PM“. Taught 8v a Wealthy Invalid though I told her there was no necesswy “ Play Manir Amusing Tricks. for maintaining a. pose. She had a book be- . fore her which she pretended to be reading Horace ngmn he; Eeeched ”If” hglfiig at; her ease - but nor one pace was turned. “300885 m L. e way o ””3193 mg , . _,, I ,, _ - O - . . . , hm nnmnamvn nnnn-nl "A m awnahlxv ll he Was full of wondér and admiration wherigshe say _the plaq finislflgq.“ (TO BE CONTINUED.) Water-resisting cement. â€"A good cement, which completely resists the solvent action of water, may be prepared in the following manner: From five to ten parts of _pure gelatine are dissolved in 100 parts of water. To the solution is added about. ten per cent. of a. concentrated solution of bichromate of potash and the liquid kept in the dark. When articles joined with this cement; are exposed to light, the gelatine film is acted upon, the chromate being partly reduced, and the film of the cement becomes tough and durable. Gold varnishâ€"For preparing a. gold varnish for brass objects, instruments, etc... Gum lac, pulverized, 90 grains; copal, 30 g.; dragon’s blood, 1 g.; red sandal or Sanders wood,, 1 g.- , pounded glass, 1 g. , strong alcohol, 600 g. After sufficient maceration filter. The pulverized glass serves the purpose of hastening the solution by interposlng between the particles of gum lac and copal. Cement to resist red heat and boiling water.â€"To four or five parts of clay, thoroughly dried and pulverized, add two parts of fine iron filings free from oxide; one part of peroxide manganese; one of common salt, and one-half part of borax. Mingle thoroughly, render as fine as pos- sible, then reduce to think paste with the necessary quantity of water, mix well; use immediately and apply heat, gradually in- creasing almost to a white heat. Mrs. Braceâ€"“ Do you and your husband evgl: disggree ‘2” Four thousand nine hundred and fifteen new books and 1,339 new editions, 9. total of 6,254, were published in England last. year. This is an increase of more than 500 over the production in 1891. To tin copper and brass. â€"-Boil six pounds cream of tartar and four gallons of water, and eight ounces of grain tin or tin shavings. After the material has boiled a. sufficient time, the articles to be tinned are put. therein, and the boiling continued, when the tin is precipitated in metallic form on the goods. Mrs. CBaceâ€"“ No, indeed ! At least my husband never does.” To solder without heatâ€"Brass filings, 2 02.; fluoric acid, one-fourth ounce. Put the filings in the acid, and apply the solution to the parts to be soldered, after thoroughly cleansing the parts in contact; then dress together. Do not keep the fluoric acid in glass bottles, but in lead or earthen ves- sels. Herbertâ€"“ If she loves him, why don‘ she marry him in s ‘be oi her father’s ob- jection '2” Stellaâ€"“ emy I Isn’t it a. good deal easier to give him up than to udmit she is of age ‘2” Cement for steam pipe joints, etc., with faced flangesâ€"White lead, mixed, two parts; red lead, dry, one part; grind or otherwise mix them to a. consistency of thin putty; apply interposed layers with one or two thicknesses of canvas, or gauze wire, as the necessity of the case may be. Black varnish for iron work.-â€"Asphaltum, one pound ; lampblack, one-fourth pound; rosin, one-half pound ; spirits of turpentine, one quart. ; linseed oil, just suflicient. to rub up the lampblack with before mixing it Evith the others. Apply with a. camel’s hair rush. To bronze iron castings. â€"Cleanse thor- oughly, and afterwards immerse in asolution of sulphate of copper, when the casting will acquire a, coat of the latter metal. They must; then be washed in water. The following receipts may be found useful and valuable to artizans, especially if pasted in the hat, where they can always .be at. hand. it was wonderful. 'Mr. Hortofx said that during the warm months their voices were clearer and sweeter than at this time of the year. When the frogs began to show signs of weariness their master gave the signal to stop, and all sought their homes at the bottom of the lake. Mr. Horton tells many stories of the intelligence of his pets. “ What you‘ have seen my frogs do so far is very wonderful,” said Mr. Horton,i“but their chief accomplishment you have not seen, or heard, I should say. It is the wonder of ever}r one, and people have come miles to witness it. Wait till dark and then I will have them perform.” At last dusk came, and Mr. Horton took the re- porter out to the water’s edge and gave him a. seat. He then brought out a miniature musician’s stand and placed it near the edge of the little lake. At a signal note the frogs came to the surface of the water and jump- ed into the stand. They formed a circle and at the word of command began to sing a tune. Each frog had been selected because of his fine creek, and there was a perfect scale among the voices. The largest frog sang the deepest bass, and a little fellow, almost a tadpole, sang a shrill soprano. At the word of command they performed all kinds of evolutions, every leg kicking in perfect unison. Their movements were astonishing in number and variety, and one might well believe Mr. Horton’s statement that it took him over 10 years to get this select company into such perfect discipline. Races were held after the drill, and then followed a jumping contest. At a given signal each frog in turn leaped into the water and disappeared. [Frogs Taught By a Wealthy Invalid W Play flany Amusing Tricks. Horace Horton has reached the height of success in the way of bringing frogs under his persuasive control. He is a wealthy in- valid, and derives great pleasure from teach- ing his pets. The correspondent of The Philadelphia Record visited him the other day, and witnessed his unique irog circus. Gazing down into the artificial lake he saw ocean shells scattered over the bottom and wondered what they were for. Mr. Hor- ton gave ashrill whistle, and simultaneously from every shell hopped out a big frog and kicked itself to the surface of the water. All jumped to the smooth bank and sat staring at their master. “ Attention l” shouted Mr. Horton, and every leg was drawn close to the body and the action was taken. " Form in line ” came next, and the well trained amphibians formed in four lines with an old giant at their head, which M r. Horton said weighed six pounds seven ounces. He was enormous and looked as though he had dined on his weaker breth- ren for generations. -l. a i Harmony 1n the Household- USEFUL. HINTS. was an oblorxg tép handle tripod, upon These can be bought, plain, gilded or whit: five cents. Over tl‘ cover of cream crew A straight piece f0 sewed to the top pi the foundation tpr on pockets, of the The fourth side ha. for lagge pieces of A b5w Bf yellow ner, and to this vs A work table, whh with its maker and tion and icopying. It is said upon go more than two of th India are in existent: these is in Chicago a beauty and general 1: a wooden divan mad‘ carved. 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