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To-Dfty. O soul, why alttoftl tbou Hoioiifj Ilufiido a (loftd imRt. iimklnft nio&D ? Why wriiiR thy pallid handu and cry " Too laio t" Is not to-d^ tbiuo ova 7 Th^ hArvost fields of lifo aie bare, No wealUi ot ripuiifwl gruic ttiuu havt. Thy cart^Wuti li&iidH were folded closo Until tho aowiug-timo was past. But Rleftu amuii}{ auothor's Bhoaves, And stdrvu nut fur thino uarly bUi ; A hirud haud williiu hiBiloUlt Anothur'8 harvest ({athurB iu. Too latt). Indeed, for thoe to build Tho structAirn of thy viNioue nweet ; . Yet thou, with holptul hands, tuiaybt strive Anothor'w laborit to compltfki. Too latfl ! Thy myrtle braunhcs lie AU wilhertMl by the noon-titicB huat ; Yet thou tlie nettles uiayHt dt'Btroy Which grow withiu auuthur'suato. The Rolden buu of hope luinUol Ih hifhleu fruni thy Hkiuu away ; Yet li^ht (uireuu atid fair etill lien Upon the X)itthway of to-day. - Emwui Withtrr$, To-Morro«r. The future buuru? Ah, qo; It is Uie godtt' alone ! The houm are riiit{iu(; low " Farewell " in every tone. The future 1 Think 1 ]U-wu'« I Our earthly troaBuroH rare. Hard won throutjti ttiil and oaro, Our palacrH and landB, Great victuries. and all PosBeHHiunH, larije and smallâ€" but only to ua lall, Ajf birda li^ht ou the sands 1 â€" Vidor Hugo. SIR HU GH'S LOVES. " * You Bhall go to Switzerland and Italy, and see your father's grave, and your beau- tiful Klorenco a)jain. You ahaU see fresh ai^bta and breathe freab air until this weary lausitudu haa left you, and you oome back to us like our old Crystal.' "'I will not go, Kaby,' I exclaimed, exasperated beyond endurance at the very idea. ' I will never go with Mrs. Orey ; ' but I might as well have spoken to k rock. " ' 1 am your guardian, and I toll you that you will go. Crystal,' he returned, Mverely, but his sternness was only assumed to hide his pain. 'Nay, my child,' as he saw my face, * do not make it too hard for me, by a resistance that will be useless. Think how the months fly by, and how the change will benetit yoo, and how good it is of our dear Mrs. Grey to give up her peaceful home and her work just for 'â- our sake and mine.' " His sake ! lie was driving me mad. Ail, it was on me now. lie might talk or he might be silent, but this would make itaelf heard. * • • • • " Oh Mona, lying deep in your quiet irave, where they carried you so soon. It was not I, but the demon who (lossessed me I « » • • He was very white now. Uo took hold ot my liands and held them tirmly. " ' IIow dare you. Crystal,' ho said, •ternly; ' howdare you8]ieakof a lady, of Mrs. Cirey in that way. Ah, Heavenly Father, forgive this unhappy child, sno :annot know what she says.' " I answered with X mocking laukh that sefcrncd' TOrcoU froirtTriy lips, andT then, %a though my unliappy (ate wore Sealed, Mrs. Urey entered. " Hho tliought it was an hysterical attack, nd came at once to liaby's help. â- ' ' Do not be alarmed, Mr. I'errors,' she aid, gently, it iu only hysteri.i ; ' and she held DUt a glasH of coldwater to him. The action provoked me. I tore myself from Kaby's grasp, dashing the glass aside. I longed to break something. There was a bottle betide me thut Hugh Uedmond had care- leasly left that very morning. I snatched np the vial, for I wanted to crush it into a million atoms, and rush from the room ; but she called out in affright, 'Uh, Crystal, don't touch it, it is ' and then she never flnishinl. " I saw her white hands trembling, her blue eyes dilated with horror; and then my demon was upon me. I knew what it was, and I hurli'd it at her, and Raby •prang between- he sprang between us, Uh, liaby, liaby I -and then, with a shriek that rang through my brain for months after- wards, ho full to the ground in convulsions of agony. • « • • • " I cannot go on. I cannot 1 " Was nut Cain's punishment greater than he could bear ? " When they caniu to me as I lay across the threshold of his door, and told mo that the light of those beautiful eyes was quenched for ever; that I shoi.ld never meet that loving glancMi again, that ho was blindâ€" liliiid â€" and that it was my hand that had done it ; then it was that in my agony I breathed the vow that i would remove their curuu from them, that I would wander forth, ('aindike, into the great world, until my punishrount v/aa in some degree commensurate with my sin. Fern, I have never faltered in my purpose. I have never repented of my resolve, though their love has sought to recall me, and I knov/ that in their hearts they had forgiven nie. I have worked, and wept, and prayed, and my expiation has not been in vain, " In the Crystal you know you will hardly (bid a trace of the liigii spirited girl (hat Kaby loveil, nay, that he loves still. Ah, 1 know it all now; how ho seeks his darling, and makoj it his life purpose to find her, and bring her back to peace, I know how even in his intolerable anguish ho prayed them to havo mercy ni>on me, and to spare ine the awful truth. I havo seen his fai:e, that cliangod blind face of his. I have ministered to him with theuo hands, I havo heard his dear voice, and yet I have 'not betrayed myself." "Crystal," sobbed Forn, and indeed she oou'.d scarcely speak for her tears, she was â- 0 moved by this pitiful story, " if I wero you I v/oulil go back to. morrow ; how can you, how can you loavo him, whon he needs you so?" " I go back to him'i"' repeated the other girl, mournfully. " I who havo blighted hislifeand darkened his days; who havo made his existence a long night ? I who havo rohbi'd him of ilie glory of his priest- hood, and made him what ho is, a wreck of his former self'?" " Yes," w 18 the steady answer. " I would go back to him and be his eyes, though his goodness linmbled me in the dust. Ah, Crystal, are you worse than she out of whom the Haviour cast seven devils, and who loved much because much had been forgiven her?" " Hash, hash ! yon do not know, Fern 1 " "My darling, I do know," persisted Fern, gently, " and I tell you that it is your duty to go back to Raby, who loves you so. Nay," she continued, as a deep blush rose to Crystal's olive cheek, "he never cared for this Mona â€" your own words have proved that. Go back to him, and be the light of his eyes, and take his darkness from him, for I see plainly that he will never leave off seeking you and you only." CUAl'TER XXVI. TUB TAI.IJ TOCNO LADY IN IIBOWH Not enjoyiuunt aud notsorrow Is unr destinud »ud or way ; liut to act tltac each to-morrow Kinds us further than to-day. » • * • • Iu tlin world's brood field of battle In tlio bivouac of life Kc not like dumb drivxn cattle, ilu a hero iuthe strfe." Loitg/ellow. As Fern finished her little speech. Crystal hid her face in her hands, but there was no answerâ€" only the sound of a deep drawn sob was distinctly audible. A few minutes afterwards she raised it, and in the moon- light Fern could see it was streaming with tears. " Do not say any more," she implored; " do you think my own heart does not tell me all that, but 1 will not go back yet ; the naming sword of conscience still bars my way to my I'aradise. Fern, do you know why I have told you my story? it is because I am going away, and I want you to prom- ise me something, and there is no one else I can ask; no, not your mother," as Fern looked surprised at this, " she has enough to trouble her." " What is it ? " asked Fern, rather timidly. " I am going away," returned Crystal, " and one never knows what may happen. I am young, but life is uncertain. If I never come back, if anything befalls me, will you with your own hands give this to liaby," and as she spoke, she drew from her bosom a thick white envelope scaled and directed, and placed it in Fern's lap. As it lay there Fern could read the inscription : " To be given to the IVev. Kaby Ferrers, after my death." " Oh, Crystal," she exclaimed, with a shiver, " what could happen to you. You are young â€" not ono-and-twenty yet â€" and your health is good, and " but Crystal interrupted her with a strange smile. " Yes, it is true ; but the young and the strong have to die sometimes; when the call comes we must go. Do not look so frightened, Fern, I will not die if I can help it ; but if it should bo so, will you with your own hands give that to Uaby: it will tell him what I have suffered, and â€" and it will comfort him a little." "Yes, dear, I will do it;" and Fern leaned forwards and kissed her softly. The moon was shining brightly now, and in the clear white light Fern noticed for tha first time how thin and pale Crystal looked ; how her chock, and even her supple figure, had lost their roundness. There were deep hollows in the temples, dark lines under th'j dark eye3 ; in spite of her beauty she was fearfully wan. The grief that preyed upon hor would soon ravagu her goo<l looks. For the lirat time Fay felt a vague fear opprexuing her, but she had no opportunity to say more, (or at that moment Crystal rose i|aickly from her seat. " You have promised," she said, gratefully ; "thank you for that. It is a great trust. Fern, but I know I can rely ou you. Now I can talk no more. If your mother coi«os in, will you tell her about Miss Campion ? I think she v/ill bo glad for many reasons. Now I will tiy and sleep, for there is much to bo done to-morrow. Cioo<i-night, my dear ;" and the next moment Fern found herself alone in the moonlight. When Mrs. Trafford returned, she heard the news very quietly. "It will DO betterâ€" much better," she said, •juickly. " You must not fret about it, my sunbeam. Crystal is beginning to look ill ; change and movement will do her good. Our lifo is very quiet. Khe has too much time to feed u{K)n herself. She will be obliged to rouse herself among strangers." And when Fern told hor tearfully or the promise sue had made, Mrs. Trafford only listened with a grave smile. " I'ut it away safely, my dear; you will never havo to give it, I hope ; only it is a relief to the poor child to know that you havo it. ller's is a strange, morbid nature. Khe is not yet humbled sutticiently. When she is, she will go back, like the I'rodigal, and take tho forgiveness that is waiting (or hor. Now, my darling, all this sad talk has made you look pale. You must try and forgot it, an.l go to sleep." Itut, for the first time in her healthy girlhood, sleep refused to come at I'ern'u bidding ; and she lay restless and anxious, thinking of her friend's tragical story until the grey dawn ushered in the new day. Thelittle householil in Itoulah Flaco wore very busy during the next few days. 'The girls went out shopping together to replenish Crystal's modust wardrobe, and then sat working until nearly midnight to complete the new travelling dress. I'crn was putting the final stitches on the last afternoon while Crystal went to bid goodbye to her pupils. The black trunk in tho girl's room was already packed, for she was to start early in the morning. Percy had not yet hearil the news ; ho had been away from town the last week, to Crystal's great relief. She had bogged Mrs. TralTord and Fern to say nothing obout hor movements. He might apiiear at any moment, and Crystal drendeil a scene if he beard of her affproaching departure. " It will be much better for him not to know until the sea is between us," she had said to Mrs. Trafford. " When he hears I havo gone without bidding him good-bye, he will see thgu that I mean what I say â€" that my lifo haa nothing to do with his ;" and Mrs. Tralford had agreed to this. It was with H feeling of annoyance and very real discomfort, then, that Crystal caught sight of him as she camo down the steps of ITpton House. Ho was walking (|uickly down the street, and evidently per- ceived hor at once. There would bo no Be pleased eagerness. " I thought I should have to wait some time, from Fern's account but I have not been here a moment. There is no hurry, is there ?" checking her pace as Crystal seemed inclined to walk fast. " We are busy people, Mr. Trafford," she answered, pleasantly, " and can never afford to walk slowly. Why did you not wait with your sister? you have not seen her for a long time." " Has it seemed a long time to you ?" he returned, with quick emphasis. " I wish I could believe you had missed me, that you had even given me a thought during my absence ;" and ho looked wistfully at the pretext at all girl as he spoke. " I am sure your mother and Fern missed yon," sho replied, evasively. She wanted to keep him in good humor, and avoid any dangerous topics. She would like to leave him, if possible, with some kindly memory of this interview. In spite of his sins against her, she could not altogether harden her heart against Fay's brother. Any person meeting these two young people would have regarded them as a per- fectly matched couple. Percy's refined aristocratic face and distinguished carriage made a splendid foil for Crystal's dark beauty and girlish grace. As Percy's eyes rested on her they scarcely noticed the shabby dress she wore. Ho was thinking as usual that he had never seen any one to compare with this young governess ; and he wondered, as he had wondered a hundred times before, if her mother had been an Knglishwoman ; his mother would never tell him anything about Miss Davenport, except that she was of good birth and an orphan. " Did you bring Mr. Huntington with you ?" she asked rather hurriedly, for sho was quite aware of the fixed look that always annoyed her. The admiration of men was odious to her now the only eyes she had cared to please would never look at her again. " Do you mean Erie?" was the careless answer. ' Oh, no, my dearly beloved cousin has other game to bring down;" and here there was a slightly mocking tone in Percy's voice. " He is with la belle Evelyn as usual. I am afraid Krle does not <juite hit it as an ardent lover ; he is rather half- hearted. He asked me to go down to Vic- toria Station to meet his visitor, but I declined, with thanks. I had other business on hand, and I do not care to be ordered about ; so the carriage must go alone." " You are expecting visitors at Belgrave House then ?" she asked ; but there was no interest in her manner. She only wanted to keeptho conversation to general subjects. Sho would talk of Belgrave House or any- thing he liked if he would only not make love to her. If he only knew how she hated it, and from him of all men. "Oh, it is not my visitor," was tho reply; "it is only some old fogio or other that Erie has picked up at Sandycliffe â€" Erie has a crazo about picking up odd people. Fancy inflicting a blind parson on us by way of a change." He was not looking at the girl as bespoke, or he must have seen the startled look in hor face. The next moment she had turned her long neck aside. Do you mean ho is actually blind and a olorgymau ? how very strange I " " Yes ; thq^result of soma accident or other. His name is Ferrers. Erie raved about him to my grandfather; but then Erlo always raves about people â€" ho is terribly soft hearted. lie is coming up to London, on some (]uest or other, no one knows what it is, Erie issovery mysterious about the whole thing." "Oh, indeed," rather faintly; " and you â€"you are to meet him, Mr. Trafford." " On the contrary, I am going to do nothing of the kind," ho returned, impor- tnrably. "1 told Erlo that at fi.aO, the time tho train was duo, I was booked for a pressing engagement. I did not mention tho engagement was with my mother, and that I should probably be partaking of a cup of tea ; but the fact is truo never- theless." (To be continued.) Q001> ADVICE TO OIBI^. All III Fun. Policeman Allen, of the western district, found a man sleeping on the commons iu tho vicinity of Broadway and Twenty- third. On getting tho fellow tohis feet, the olViL'er oisoovered that he had been badly beaten. " IIow did you got that black eye?" asked Allen. ' Oh, that's all right ; all in fun ; we all have to take it aomo time." ' But your nose is mashed flat ; explain, who assaulted you." ' Tut, tut ; it an't uo odds ; it's all right." " And yonr right ear looks as though it had been through a sausage mill." " It don't matter, if she's happy ; I can stand it." " Hho, who do you mean ? Man, there an't ten hairs on yonr head. Did your wife boat you up ?" " No, no ; it was a little family affair. Wo havo 'em often, so it don't matter. Sometimes my wife's mother takes a hand iu the shindy ; the old gal is always there when she is in the humor for fun, and last night sho was boiling over with it." â€" LouUiille Courier-Journal. Very Careful About the I.etten Yoo Write to Married Men. A habit very common with a number of our thoughtless young ladies who do a great many things quietly which they would not like to have known of at home â€" a habit deserving of the strongest condemnation â€" is that of promiscuous correspondence with gentlemen, whether the gentlemen be mar- ried or single. The young ladies who find pleasure in this habit use their pens on any pretext that turns up, and sometimes on no We are not really sure that this does not come less under the head of an undesirable habit than a sin, for there is an indelicacy about it quite amounting to immodesty, of which no girl who re- spects herself, or who desires the respect of others, will be guilty. These young letter-writers, however, generally get a fit reward for their thought- lessness or their culpability. If their cor- respondent is a man of systematic habits, their letters are docketed and ticketed, and his clerks have as much of a laugh over them as they wish ; and if he is not a sys- tematic man, then those letters are at the mercy of any and every one who chooses to waste time reading them. If their corre- spondent is a married man, then his pos- session of their letters, even of the most trivial kind, places the writers at a disad- vantage. Sooner or later the letters fall into the hands of his wife, who reads the folly or the wickedness with clear eyes, and holds tho writer not only in contempt, but in her power. No young girl can be sure that her correspondent is not merely amusing himself with her ; and it is often the case that her letters are unwelcome and a nuisance, and he does not check them and does reply to them, not from interest in her, but merely manly chivalry. When the writer has recovered from her folly or forgotten about her idleness, there is the letter ready to rise, like an awful betraying ghost, after she herself has possibly undergone a change, that will make her face burn, branded with shame, should the letter ever chance to confront her, or perhaps even the memory of it. Her motive may have been all innocence at the time, but it is left forever under doubt, and, in fact, except in the baldest business affair, there can be n« excuse, and therefore no innocence, in the matter of a young girl's writing letters to any man not her personal relative or guardian, for about most of these letters there is an unmaidenliness amounting to indecency, and in the end her correspondent himself never thinks other than light of her on account of them.â€" //arp(rr'» Bazar. MISS FAT AT HEB OLD TRICH^ A Seance In London that Ended Disa^ trously. Mils Fay, who has received several flat- tering notices in leading London papers, was giving a " spiritualistic " seance at Blackburn on Tuesday night ; but the per- formance came to a sudden termination, for some people in the audience struck - lights. Miss Fay was supposed to be float- ing across the room in semi-darkness, but as the figure passed over the heads of the audience it was caught, and lo ! the spiritualistic object was found to be nothing but a dummy of worsted and gauze, manip- ulated by wires, while Miss Fay herself was- seen to have climbed to the roof. There was a disturbance after this, the platform was stormed and the police had to be called in.â€" Pa« ifall Gazette. The Port Colkoriie Oim Well. Tho gas at tho well suddenly disappeared on Tuesday, andnoreason can be accounted for it. It is surmised by some that the hole at the vein has by some means filled up, thus preventing the gas from coming up. On Wednesday, men were at work putting down a two-inch pipe inside tho casting to ascertain, if possible, the cause of tho obstruction. No one thinks it cnu be possible that the gas has already been ex. hausted in the well ; still it is causing tho company considerable uneasiness. The Dominion Government has been notilied that tho Canadian sealers seized in Behring's Sea this season have been found guilty at Sitka of illegal sealing and the vessels and skins forfeited. A test case which involves the United States cloim to exclusive sovereignty in Behring's Sea is now before the Admiralty Court in Boston, and will no doubt bo carried to the United States Supremo Court for a final judgment. "The Editor Knows Everythlnc." It is encouraging to see how rapidly the friends of our cause all over the country are realiiung and acting upon this truth. For one thing, they are making the pro- poverty press do good missionary work. John Smith writes to bis county paper ex- pounding the anti-poverty gospel, and re- (juesting to be pat right if he is wrong. Tho editor is only too happy to obligeâ€" and, be- sides, it's such an easy thing to do. The editor is perfectly at home on the subject â€" knows all about anti-poverty, united labor party, Henry George, Or. MoGlynn and all the rest of it, and has only been waiting for a good chance to knock the whole concern into a cocked hat. Ever read " Progress and Poverty?" Well, no; but, bless you, he knows the book just as well as though he had read every word of it, has read all about it a hundred times. And so Mr. Editor bits down, and triumphantly proves to his correspondent some such proposition as that even if it were [wssiblo to divide the land up so that every man, woman and child should havea piece it wouldn't be a week before some men would be selling their shares, and other men buying them ; or, perhaps, like His Grace Archbishop Corrigan, in his famous pastoral, he gives a lot of splendid argu- ments against the private ownership of land, and then claims that they prove private ownership to be altogether justifi- able. In other words, he sets up a figure of straw, christens it Anti-poverty, and demolishes it triumphantly. Now, this sort of argument rarely fails to recoil. Men read the paper and ask themselves if it really can be possible that hundreds of thousands of men â€" clergymen, mechanics, lawyers, doctors and storekeepers, men of every trade and occupation â€" can be de- luded by such a transparently shallow theory as that which the editor has ex- ploded in a single column article. And, just as a matter of curiosity, these men take up "Progress and Poverty" or the Standiinl, or begin to i|uestion their anti- poverty friends, and then â€" ah ! then there's a pretty kettle ef^fish ! They see the truth â€" see it face [tq face for the first time, and, seeing it, they can't help recog- nizing and believing in it. â€" New York Staiuiard. Pressure That Should BeBeslsted. " Knoxonian " writes in the Canada Presbyterian : The path of the Church is fairly strewn with the victims of irrespon- sible pressure. Clergymen suffer from thia kind of pressure more perhaps than any other class of men. A few restless, irre- sponsible spirits surround a pastor and urge him to send for some sensational revivalist and get up a revival. The pastor wants a genuine revival in the congregation much more than any of the restless spirits do. He has worked for it, planned for it, prayed for it, done all iu his power to pro- mote it. But he knows very well that- many excellent people of conservative lean- ings in the congregation do not take kindly to some modern revival methods. He knows also that seeds of discord have been sown at many so-called revivals thak have brought forth bitter fruit for years. He knows also that more effectiveand more useful special services might be held nnder the auspices of the session and by minis- ters of his own church, but ho has a chronis fear of being charged with opposition to revivals ; he yields and the sensational im- known is sent for. The result is perhaps disastrous. But when the disaster comes, where are the irresponsibles who brought the pressure to bear ? They are snickering around corner groceries gabbling over the affair in much the same spirit as they would gabble over the last lacrosse or baseball match. The Churcb may lose influence, lose money,, lose the inestimable blessing of peace, but the irresponsibles lose nothing, for the best and simplest of all reasonsâ€" they have nothing to lose. By all means hold special services, when reasonable and responsible persons desire to hold them. But let such- services be begun, continued and ended by men of known and established Christian character, men for whom the Christian people of the community have respect and in whom they have confidence. A revival carried on by persons that no sane man would make executor for an estate worth . $100 is not likely to do much good. "A Orttnd NIcht" with Carlyle. Alfred Tennyson at one time often paid' a visit to Thomas Carlyle at Chelsea. On one of those occasions these two great men, haying gone to Carlyle's library to have a quiet chat together, seated themselves one on each side of the fireplace, and lit their pipes. And there for two hours they sat, plunged in profound meditation, tho silence being unbroken save for the little dry regu- lar sound thalP tho lips of ihe smokers made as they sent puffs of smoke soaring, to the ceiling. Not one single word broke the silence. After two hours of this strange converse between two great souls that understood each other without speech, Tennyson rose to take leave of his host. Carlyle went with him to the door, and then, grasping his hand, uttered thesfl wordsâ€"" Eh, Alfred, we've had a grand nichtl Come back again soon." â- TIs the Midnight Hour. Birdio McIIenipin â€" There is something very weird and mysterious about the mid- night hour. Ilostetter McGinnis â€" Y'es, I have noticed that if you wake up in the middle of tho night an uncertain feeling comes over you. You ain't sure whether it is yesterday or to-raor'-ow. â€" A Philadelphia bridal dress is of oream satin, the back a straight long train, kept up by deft arrangement of petticoats and thick ruches of silk. The front is covered with a tine lace scarf, tho two ends parallel with the edge of the skirt and the double portion at the top being carried on to the bodice, the whole making a soft and grace- ful drapery. A consignment of thirty or forty Cana- dian horses, purchased by Colonel Ooldie, have just arrived at Woolwich from Mon- treal. On landing tho horses became uncontrollable and almost created a panic in town. They will undergo training at the remount establishment. It is rumored that Lord Salisbury will shortly visit Prince Bismarck. At a united labor mass meeting held in the eighth ward of Rooheater, N. Y., Wed- Blew Out the Gas. Edward Moran and Thomas Moran, from Ardoch, Dakota, on their way to Ontario, obtained a room Monday night at the Massasoit House, corner of Central avenue and South Water street, and were found dead in their beds yesterday morning. Tho gas-jet was open and the room full of gas, which it was presumed they had blown out. They were well-dressed young men. Besides their clothing and other valuables 870 was found in their pockets. "The coroner held an inquest, and a verdict was returned of asphyxiation by gas.â€" t'Aicuj/o Times of yesterday. ^. __ NotliluK to Pear Prom that .Source. " George, dear," said the girl, "do you- ever drink anything?" " Yes, occasionally," George reluctantly admitted. " But, dear," she went on anxioualv, " what do you suppose papa would say 'it he should discover that the future husband of his only daughter drank ?" " He discovered it this morning." "Oh, George, and what did he say 7" " Ho said, ' Well, George, my boy, I don't caro if I do.' " She Might «et One. Mrs. Peterby (to new servant)â€" The last servant had a habit of going into the parlor with her young man and sitting there the whole of the evening. Have you a young man ? -' e New Servantâ€" No, mum ; but I might get one with such inducements offered. â€"Mrs. Cleveland patronizes a Washing- ton tailor when sho orders new costumes. She does not like the fuss and bother of the old.fashioned dressmaker, and while in Europe adopted tho custom of going to a tailor to havo her dress made. The fact that she has clung to this habit has had an effect on Washington sign-boards. Where once the word " Dressmaker" appeared is now painted the legend " Ladies' Tailor." â€"Oscar Wilde regrets his son is not a daughter, because, as he says, " girls drape so much better." A vein of rock salt 10 feet thick has been struck at Ithaca, N.Y., at a depth of 2,2.S0 feet. The salt is clear and pure. The well pine chance of esoapinghim, seshe walked slowly ,,.,,. .... .. , . , ^ i me eiunin wara or noimestor n v WoH • .. i. , r .. ..^ „d.. on, quite aware that he would overtake her , «'"""• H>'Premo Court for a final judgment, j JXuyovring, Miss Ella' Clem'entino "" h f , '''"'" "'"'"''^'^ thousand feet in in another minute. As they wero to part ! The French war balloon is made in four ; Rogers, State agent of the Now York State ' *^* °" °'' S"^' so soon, she must put up with his escort, sections, so that a bullet may go through j â- poniperanco Society, made a speech L ^°^'°^"^® ''"'â- '^''"Ks burued in the recent Of course he had boon to Boulah Place, without dropping it. anouncing her sympathy with the Henry Are at Sa„for^, Fl«.,were of "fat" and was now in search of her ; poor foolish j .\lonzo Whyland, aged 70 years, vas ' George movement. It is thought that she *''*'^ '''"' â„¢"°" when ignited, ^yj , â-  , ,,. . ' gored to death by a bull on a farm north of is tho first lady who has token smh a Michigan has a novelty in a biovole band Ihe next moment she heord his footstep Albion village. New York, yesterday. He stand on the platform outside of New York The musicians play as thoy ride, behind hor. was endeavoring to entice tho animal to a city. â-  The fiemiAn ««««,.„.„ „.. u â- _ j i "MissDavenport, this is too delightful," barn with a nan of feed. His body was t. • i .- • i .u .,. ^, ' ^.„' awnnn • ? • "* '^''^ ^*°''®^ and his handso^me face wore a Lk ot "^^g.^Z^^.'''"- "'^ '"'' I is raUsfiedt^tl^a'smaU hand!'^ ''""" G^melee^^BH^t""''^ *° '''^ "'''°" 'â- !»