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oroocoocc33coococooccoccorocoooaoocc3occccoccoccoocr SISTER CALLINE'S CHIL'EN.i OOOOCOOOCOCOOOOOOCOOCOC Till t ruin ran Into n little station lu the heart of the pine woous, nnd the conductor sprung to the platform. "Hurry up there!" he called, running forward, to the negro coach. Tim steps were overflowing with Iilckanlnnles, so Muck that at first night their small features would have been Indistinguishable but for the wide rroase on each face, tilled with even rows of teeth, startling!)- white In con trast with their sooty environment. A fat. good-looking negress. holding nn ovnl bundle, wrapped In an old I shawl, close to her breast, seemed to be the center of the crowd, and an old, old i iieirro man. grlz.led nnd wrinkled, was Iioverlng n round Its margin. "Is you got urn all, Sister Cnlllne?" lie nsked anxiously. Clnre ef I knows!" snld the woman, running her eye over the company. "Penrs Ink dere's one on urn mlssln'!" "All nbonrd!" shouted the conductor, and the train moved. "Hynr, tnstali!" shrieked Sister Cnl llne, "you'su ca'lu off one o' my chlll'en!" The conductor laughed good-naturedly, and was gone. "Oil, Lnwd!" monned the womnn. "He'a done cn'ed off one of urn, suah!" The elation agent sauntered near. He wore that Intensely bored expres sion only possible to a man who spends tils life In n plney woods clearing, see ing four trulns n day go lu and playing checkers on a barrel head lu the In tervals. One wonders If the lunatic asylums are not lurgely recruited from this class. "Orter bave tied 'em along ft rope, bo's they couldn't get n way," lie said. Sister Cnlllne turned her black vel vet orbs In his direction. "You cnll dat train back, I say," phe cried, "lie's done cn'ed off one o' my chll'en." "S'pose I enn cnll the trnln bnek?" wild the man, contemptuously. "If you're sure one of em Is mlssln' you'll have to set down nnd wait here till the train comes back. . They'll bring It, 1 reckon." "Oh. my pore 111 chile!" i Tears began to stream down the black face. The wrinkled old uncle looked deep ly distressed. "Is you pint blank suah one on urn's mlssln, Sister Cnlllne?" ho naked, sym pathetically. Her eyes wandered, vngue nnd trou bled, over the dusky, shifting crowd of faces. "I'se mos' pufllckly sunn," she snld. "Better count 'em," suggested the agent. "How mnuy are there, any how?" "Dere's Lu Roxy Adllne, Lucy aller " 'Ta here, mammy!" Interrupted ft long-llmbed girl of 14. I "I told you to count 'em!" said the agent, Impatiently. "I cayn't conn', mas'r! I'se bawrf afore de wall. But anyhow dey say dere's leben on inn." "Sister Cnlllne," snld the old mnn, tenderly, "le's we set right down hynr an' I'll conn' tun fer ye. I'se n scholar.'' "You sholy Is kind, mlstah," said Sis ter Calliue, gratefully, sitting down on the edge of the platform. The agent laughed shortly nnd turned away. The grizzled old uncle took n red nnd yellow handkerchief from his pocket and carefully dusted the end of the planks before he took bis sent. He wore ft threndbaro black suit which hnd undoubtedly once moved lu high society. Sister Culllne' looked at him with Interest. "I reckon dnt you mils' be a preacher, anh," she snld, defenlially. "Madam, I Is. I'se been preachln de iword dese nine years, eber sence my pore old lady died. 1 was a powerful alnner afore dat." Sister Cnlllno looked awed. "I was, suah!" said the old mnn, re trospectively. "Hut I'se come Inter de kingdom now suah 'nnlT. bress de Lord. Is you got a hnsban', Sister Cnlllne?' "I'se a pore wldder, mixta Ii, wid nil dese chll'en terscuflle fer, an' de Lawd knows what I'se gwine ter do." Uncle glanced ut the bundle In her arms. It had beguu to move and whimper. "Dat your bnby, chile?" 'asked uncle, Innocently. "Dis my baby," replied Sister Cnl llne, looking down at the sooty mite lu ter arms with maternal pride. "My po' ole mnn neber see dis bnby. He was Mowed up do bller bustln' In de mill where he wuked. He was 1ono killed when dey brung him home. De doctors tried an' tried to pump some life Inter him, hut he never spoke no ino'." "For de lan'a sake!" ejaculated the eld man. Compassion was written all over his kind old face. He had been a good darky from bla youth up, and his past was purely fictitious. ; "What de niattah wld you ole lady foa done lost T asked Sister Calline. 1 "Consumpebun," replied the old man, solemnly. "It runs In our family. Ole Cunnel Kent' ma died ob It, an' de cancel's first wife died ob it an' 111 tnlstls died, too. An' den my ole lady took It an' she died. It's a turrible de cease." Xt sholy Is bo!" coincided Sister b ml Mi Cnlllne. '"Sense my Insurance nxln' yon, nilHtnli. Docs you git you llbln' prenchln'?" "Do folks pny me some, nil' den I'xe got a nice piece o' Ian' uu' a III house. My oli' mas'r give urn ter me," snld the old mil 11, with modest pride. "Sho! Ain't you too old ter wuk?" "I wnks some, tin' le nrs helps me. I'se de onllest one oh de ole sur ven's lef. Use 05 yenr ole!" "Sho, now!" 8ii Id Sister Culllne, much impressed. "How ole you Is, Sister Calliue? liopln' you'll 'sense me fer nxln'." "I (liinno 'zactly," said Cnlllne, study lug n little. "I 'spect I'se 00 gwlue on no." They hud become so Interested In their humble nnnuls thnt the pickanin nies had been lost sight of. They were scattered along the railroad line gam boling like a menagerie turned loose. "Does you wnu' me tu conn' you chll'eu, Sister Culllne?" "Co'se I does. Hynr! Vou-nll. Come liynr." The children paid no nttentlon. "Dey needs dlsserplnlnlu', Sister Cnl llne." He rose. "Chll'en, ehU'en!" he called In n voice of nuthorlty. The black cloud drew together nuJ bore down on the station-house. "Now you-nll stand' still ontwell dis geucliiinu conns' you," commanded the mother. "Lti Hoxy, mln' yersef. Abo Llnkurn, stun' up. Don' serouge so! How he gwine couu' you, ef you dodges roun' dat uwayV" A mild degree of order, at last pre vailed and the old man began. "One, two, thee, fo', libe, six, sebeu. nine, eight, ten! Dere nln't only ten." "Dawter be leben, suah," said Sister Cnlllne. "Oh, what I gwine ter do?" "I'll conn 'inn ober agin'," said the old inn ii, kindly. Sister Cnlllne wiped away her tears. "You nm so kind, mlstnh! I knowed j-oti was n good man wheu Brer Mar tin tole me ter keep long er you on dor train." "An I knowed you was a good wo man wheu Brer. Martin tole me 'You take good en' o' Sister Calliue,' says he. Now I'll couu' 'urn ngiu." "One, two, thee," and so on. They went over and over this, put by no legerdemnln of counting could ten be luade eleveu. Sister Calllnc grew more and more distressed and was Just breaking Into hysterical sobs when the tralu whistled at the next station below. They both sprang up and Calllno screamed to the children, who came flying across the track like a flock of wild blackbirds. Wheu the train drew up and the con ductor stepped off, there was Calliue to meet lit in. "I'lease, mlstah; has you brung back my chile?" she tearfully pleaded. lie looked at her. "Donner mill bllxeu! What do you mean, womauV" "I'se got 'leben chll'en," groaned Sis ter Calliue, "an' dis genelman hns founded 'urn ober an' ober, uu' dere r'n't only ten." The conductor ran his eye over the group. A score of bends were thrust out of the coach, and a murmur of amused sympathy stirred along the line. "H-m!" He pulled forth his book hurriedly nnd turned over the pages. "Pass Calliue Jackson nnd eleven children." lie gin need over the black, bobbing heads and back at the woman. Ills eye fell on the bundle In her nrms. "(J rent Jove! What's the matter with the baby making eleven ?" There were roars of laughter nnd much waving of hats and handker chiefs as the train moved out. "You done founded urn wrong, Mis tab," said Sister Cnlllne, looking up re proachfully ut the old man. "Is dey nil hyar?" he asked, with dig nity. "Co'se dey's all hynr." "Den don't dat plntedly show dat I rounded u in right?" Sister Calllne's dark countenance wore a troubled expression, but as they went nlong the plney woods road to ward Kentvllle It gradually cleared up. nnd when they came in sight of Kent Hall It was beaming. "Dere's de runnel!" said uncle, point ing to a gentleman dressed In a white duck suit, who sat comfortably in a big armchair on the gnllery. "He's one o' de nrs. You Jes waif here a spell ontel I go an' tell him." "Well?" said Colonel Kent, good-naturedly, laying down his newspaper. "What is It. Uuiule Dick?" "I'se Jos' come ter tell you, cunnel, dat I'se foun' a good woman dat 1 Inks tbe bes' In the world, an' we'se fixed our mln's dat we'll marry fore long. We reckous ternlght la de Lea' time." "Marry! Good Lord!" said the col onel, astonished. "Such an old fellow aa yon are!" "I la ole, for a fac Mas'r, but Tue lived aloDe nine years, an' Its mighty lonesome " That's ao," said the colonel, kindly. "An 'peam like I can't sua' It no longer. An' Slater Jackson needa at husband ter help her raise her chll'en. Dvra'a leben chll'en an' none ob 'cm mlssln', coundln' am right." "Eleven! How In the name of Gen criil JiicliNoii are you going to lake care of eleven children?" "Dey's gwlue ter take ca o' me, Mas'r." Hiild the old man, eagerly. "Dey's mighty peart chll'en, mighty peart, an' dey c'n pick a heap ob cotton nn' hoe co'n an' Inters nil' weed In do gyitrden nn' do n power ob oiler turns." Tlie curiously wizened old face sliouo as If he hnd Just come Into u fortune. "An' cliniiel," lie went on, "I'se glt tlu' too ole ter wuk much, nn' I tlnks my nicclln' up wld Sister Cnlllne is a special provenience. I wants ter git de oration roun' soon dat dere's gwlno ter be u weildlu' down ter my 111 house ternlght." "(io ahead then," laughed the col onel. "The missis will have a cake baked for you, and, by (ieorge, It'll huve to be a big one to go round." The cake was baked In the big Iron bake kettle of antebellum associations, nnd there was a festival In the cabin down by the creek which lusted Into the small hours. New York Tribune. THE PIANO NUISANCE. Protracted Practicing Lends to Severe Nervous Maladies. (iouiiod, the composer, bitterly resent ed the omnipresence of the average piano player, says the St. Louis Globe- Democrat. He was strongly lu fuvor' of a somewhat severe pianoforte tux. ills argument was thnt nlncty-uine out of every one hundred who learned to piny the Instrument fulled to attain to more than a supcrllclal stage, either of conception or execution, nnd thnt they ; wasted vnluuhlc time, which might oth erwise be employed in doing something thnt would benetlt them. He also con tended thut piano practice of students constituted n public nuisance, nnd was irritating nnd exasperating to such u degree as to become nn outrage on peacefully Inclined citizens. The pro-, posed tax wns tiever levied, but some ' llgures published by a French scientist ' tuny possibly In some measure tend to ! i strict the Indiscriminate teaching to i music to yery young children. It Is de-! dared that a large number of nervous ; maladies from which girls of the pres- j cut day suffer are to be attributed to ninvlnir thi tilntm. I i - - i ( Children who ought to be exercising In the open air are kept at dreury and . distasteful work lit the keyboard hour after hour daily, nnd the nerves simply ...in i ..i 1 ii.. i l ii 1 1.1 , .,. , ,.,H. 1 mm lC uiuuu m BUI UEI111 Zl tllUt Ut i,WU , girls who study this Instrument before the age of 12, no less thuu 000 suffer lroni this elnss of disorders, while of those who do not licgln until Inter there are only some 200 per 1,000. The prose cution of the study of the violin by the very young Is proved to be equally iu Jurious. The remedy suggested Is that children should not be permitted to study either instrument before the age of 1(1 at least, or, in the case of delicate constitutions, not until a Inter age. So far as the piano Is concerned, however, it Is possible that the true remedy may be found in a better method of teach ing. The main point In enrly tuition Is to "form" the hands nnd give thera flex ibility and strength. This Is purely me chanical, and It can be done away from the pianoforte keyboard. The endless repetition of souud, which is responsi hie for much of the wear and tear of ! the nerves of young musical students, Is thus avoided, and better progress Is made from the concentration of the mind and technique only. The objec tion has been raised that such a system makes only those "mechanical" players who would be so under the ordinary system of tuition. To those of true ar tistic Instinct it is an inestimable help, nud shortener of labor. Just Like His Father. "My old black auntie," said Represen tative John Allen to a Washington Post man, "the old black shepherdess who raised me, nnd who still looks on me ns a lamb of her rearing, grows nt times ; very congratulatory and proud of inc. " "Deed! I Is proud of you, Mars John,' she said, on the ocension of our last meeting. 'I takes de vnslest pride In ye, honey, nn' do way you does hoi' ofliee. You Is Jes' like yo' oF father, Mars John, Jes' like him fo' de wotT. Ilo was allar hol'ln otllce same as you. honey; hid' otllce nil de time, yo paw did, an' he 'minds me of you so much. 'Deed. I'se proud of bof of ye.' "'Why, what otllce did my father bold?' I nsked. I wus ft bit astonished, for while I had a dim recollection of the old gentleman running several times, 1 never knew of any otllce he held. 'What o!Hce did my father hold?' "'Sho! Mars John; you go nn forget de otllce yo' father hoi',' the old aunty replied, reproachfully. 'I'se 'shamed fo' you. He wns a candidate, Mars John. De whole neighborhood remem ber It well. All his life he hoF dat otllce, yo paw docs; never I knows him when he warn't a candidate. Looks like you nn' yo' father Jes' same that away; bof allera hol'ln office."' New Kind of Seed. All International disputes are liable to what are called "complications." Here Is one, cited by the Washington Tost in connection with the Venezuela matter: A Western Congressman is said to have received a letter from one of his constituents, who believes In losing no chances. "Everybody here," he wrote, "is talk ing about the Monroe Doctrine, and no body knows what It Is. I don't know myself, but If the Government Is giving It away, send me what you can." Anothrt Ftory. Ferry Why don't you get married? Don't say you can't stand the expense; that excuse Is too thin. Hargreaves I could stand the ex pense well enough, but the girl's father says be can't Cincinnati Tribune. 1 let your views," ss the constable said when he levied on a stereoscopic show. - I r vo i A 9f 9 W A d" l si 1-- 4 WlW-fo Pneert of ICIct'trlc Locomotives. Apropos of the shipment of the last of the three electric locomotives for the operation of the trains In the Belt Line tunnel at Baltimore Is the state' inent made by the designers, the (len eral Electric Company, that with these locomotives a speed of eighty miles au hour has been attained without effort. and thut they could us easily make 150 tulles an hour ns a steam locomotive makes (10. Aa the electric locomotives have In all respects fulfilled the claims of their designers, there is no reason to disbelieve this statement. Not Injured by rilvh Voltage Wires, An experiment to ascertain 'whether a high pressure alternating current can he scut from a conductor to earth bv means of a Jet of water from a hose of a tire englue, and also whether the cur rent can be transmitted to the fireman under such circumstances, was made a short time ago by Professor Sluty. of Berlin. The overhead conductors of a lu.uno volt power transmission line were used for the experiment. A volt meter was connected between the metal mouth-piece of the water hose and the earth. On turning the water on to the live conductors no flow of current to earth was noticeable. I'Mlson's Record of Patent. Thomas A. Edison bus been granted 711 patents dulng the last twenty-five years, which bents the record of nil times and all countries by a lnrge ma jority. Ellhu Thomson stands No. 2 on the list, with 31)4; Francis II. Rich ards Is third, with 343; Edward Weston, 274; Charles E. Scrlbner, 248; Charles J. Vuuderpoole, with 244; Randolph M. i Hunter, with 228; and George West- lughouse. with 217. Seventeen other gentlemen have received more than 100 patents during the twenty-five years ended with 181)5. Connecticut patents more inventions than any-other State in proportion to Its population. The District of Columbia conies second. Then come Massachusetts, Rhode Isl and, New Jersey, New York, Montana and Colorado. The Inventive genius Is least developed in Mississippi, South Carolina, North Carolina, Alabama, Georgia and Arkansas, where compara tively few patents have been applied for. ' A 8ufetj Stop. An automatic safety device for en gines or other machinery which Instant ly stops them on their attaining an ex cessive speed, has been adopted by the North Hudson Railroad Company. The device is tbe Invention of their chief engineer, T. A. Bonta. The apparatus consists of an air-pump, a small reser voir for compressed air and plpea lead- AUTOMATIC SAFETY DEVICE. ing to the various pieces of apparatus to be controlled, nnd to places from which it Is desired to shut the machin ery off. The air-pump automatically stops when It has produced In the sys tem the desired pressure. The auto matic device consists of an auxiliary governor belted to the engine shaft, nnd a brass pipe,' working lu a smiling box so as to be easily adjusted to any height . This pipe Is closed at the end by a small glass tube, like au ordinary test tube, but much thinner than the or dinary tubes. The movable brass U-tube is adjusted so as to carry the glass end a very short distance nbove the uormal position to which the gov ernor balls revolve. Any dangerous Increase In speed will lift the balls, thus breaking the glass tube and relieving the pressure of the compressed air, which acts to operate a valve cutting off the supply of steam. These tubes are also located on each side of the main belt and above the belt, so that In case of the raising of a lap of the belt It will break one of the tubes and thus stop the engine, or if the belt should slip off sideways the same result would be produced. Philadelphia Record. Brevities. The British army officials hare bad an electric light plant Installed at the prac tice and testing grounds, at Lydd. for the purpose of working a search light to be used during the heavy gun prac tice at various objects during the night This will, of course, afford an ideal practice. One of tbe newest developments of the practical applications of the electric current Is In the production of the char- acterlstle effects produced by massage. By suitably applying the different form, of electric current muscular stimulation Is produced. That the electric launch Is making progress lu England Is illustrated by the report that at one place the local electric light company lias run a cable to the water's edge to provide suitable menus for readily recharglug the stor age batteries employed In these launches. It Is llgured by a statistician In New Orleans that by the change of the street car system from horse to electric power In that city an average saving of twelve minutes for each passeuger is effected. According to the passeuger Jraflle of that city, this makes an economy of 1 (UK io.ooo hours a year, equivalent to 1.2.'0.000 days' labor of eight hours. If time is money and one day's labor is worth $1. the electric cars are saving the'clty $1.2."0.0(K) a year lu time. Hallway Incident. Prof. Lincoln, of Brown University, who died a few years ago, used often to relate with glee a railroad adventure which he had In Germany during his last European tour. The pnrty wns traveling In one of the little German lallway carriages with the doors at the sides when the trnln stopped ut a sta tion where there was a restaurant. ' They were told that the train would wait a few minutes, nnd so. with Amer ican Independence, Prof. Lincoln and an other member of the party Stepped out, crossed another truck, nnd proceeded to the station. This Infraction of German regula tions was at first unnoticed, but on the return au obstacle wns found In the shape of nnother trnln between them ami their car. The various railway personages ap peared stolidly Ignorant as to time tables. The train wns too long to go nround; the cars were unprovided with our convenient end platforms nnd steps, nnd the space beneath them wns none too ample for a cat to go under; only one course remained that wns to go over the trnln. This seemed a simple matter, as the German cars nre very small affairs compnred with our owu, nud moreover nre provided with a convenient ladder on each side for the use of the man who climbs up nnd puts the lumps down through n hole lu the roof. Accordingly the start wus made, nnd the fent was about half-accomplished before It was noticed by the railway olllclaw. Then begnn n great commo tion, with violent gesticulations and commands to come down. But by dint of Frof. Lincoln's vocif erations In German to the officials to the effect that coming down on the fnrther side was Just as well as to re turn to the station, nud of, sotto voce hints In New England vernacular to his comrade to keep on going, the retrent was successfully covered and the rail way carriage safely gained Just lu time. Good for the Colored Porters. The New York Tribune tells an excel lent story of the kindness of some sleep ing car porters, ns gathered from the Hps of a young Englishwoman whose Husband was seriously 111, and who found herself suddenly obliged to un dertake a twenty-four-hour railway Journey, with a baby only two months old, and with no one to assist her in tbe care of It. I didn't know how baby would take to traveling, and tbe thought of his cry ing all night In the sleeping car was simply maddening. We started at 6 o'clock, and for two hours baby was quiet. But then he became restless, and soon he began to cry. I did all I could, but he kept It up. The men in the car looked at us ruefully, as if ex pecting a sleepless night, and I finally began to cry myself. I know it was foolish, but alarm for my husband nnd the trouble with baby were too much for me. There were three women In the car, one elderly and the others young, but none of them offered me even a word of sympathy. But the negro porters were as kind and good as they could be. I didn't know much about negroes, and from the newspapers I had an Idea that the porters on sleeping cars were greedy and soulless. These certainly were not. The one on my enr may have been animated by a desire to get a tip, but all the others who passed stopped to speak to me and to ask If they could do anything for baby. They got me lumps cf sugar and warmed the milk, and spoke so cheerlngly that I felt much re lieved. Fortunately baby quieted down in an hour or two, and slept well all night. Now my heart Is warm for the nc-gro race, nnd especially for sleeping car porters. Its Fate. One of the renders for a large publish ing house was asked to pass judgment upon a manuscript for another firm. One evening, Just as he bad begun his reading, a card was sent up, and the visitor proved to be the author himself. The men were friends, and hurriedly gathering the scattered pages together, he thrust them Into a drawer in the desk and hnd scarcely done so when his caller was admitted. After the call literary critic rose also, and half sitting upon the desk which hid the manuscript he said, by way of parting: "1 suppose you are busy, nowadays?" "Oh, yes. . I have gone at my writing again. Just finished something the oth er day and started it on tbe rounds. But Great Scott! What's the use. I suppose some Idiot who doesn't know beans about the "subject is sittiug on the thing." Tbe critic looked down somewhat mechanically at tbe desk on which he sat and said: "Possibly so." A I rjwback. Susie Wouldn't you like to be as happy ns a lark? Johnnie Naw! Think of the time they have to get up. Truth. ". ' -,- - A Bonn of Hops. Children of yesterday, Heirs of to-morrow, Whut are you weaving Labor and sorrow? Look to your looms again; Faster and faster, ' Fly the grent shuttles Prepnrcd by the Mtwtep Life's in the loom. Itooni for it room r Children of yesterday. Heirs of to-morrow. Lighten the labor And sweeten the sorrow, Now while the shuttles fly Faster nnd faster, Up and be at It At work with the Master, He stands at your loom, Itoom for him room! I i Children of yesterday, Heirs of to-morrow, Look at your fabric Of labor and sorrow, Seamy and dark With despair and disaster, Turn It and lo, The design of tbe Master. The Lord's at the loom. Koom for him room! Mary A. Latbbury. Mother Nature. Nature, the gentlest mother, ' Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest- Uer admonition mild In forest and the bill By traveler is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel ' Or too impetuous bird. How fair her conversation, A summer afternoon Her household, her assembly; And when the sun goes down k Her voice among the aisles Incites the timid prayer Of the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower. ". When all the children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light her lnmpsf Then, bending from the sky With infinite nffection ' And infinite enre, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere. Emily Dickinson. Mar Bloom. It isn't the bloom of the apple that blows on the tree; It isn't the liluc that blows In a delicate spray; It isn't tbe blue of the sky, or the blue ef the sea, Or the red of the rose, that betokens th season of Muy. It Isn't the prescience of summer's melli fluous tide; It isn't the cloudshlp of Bnow o'er ths emerald lea; It isn't the scent of the wood, or the swal low aglide, Wind-tossed, or tbe gold-hearted Ifly ' that cradles the bee. Oh, I know that the season Is May by the mystic thrill Of her smile as she wnlks like a dream down the dim garden way; When I live in her smile, though the wind drifts the snow on the hill, All my heart's a rose-garden 'neuth skies of perennial May. R. K. Munkittrick, in Harper's Weekly, Memories. As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath, lain, So the thought of you remaining Deeply folded in my brnin. Will not leave me; all things leave me You remain. Other thoughts may eome and go, Other moments I may know, That shall waft me, in their going. As a breath blown to and fro. Fragrant memories; fragrant memories Come and go. Only thoughts of yon remain In my heart where they have lain, Perfumed thoughts of you remaining, A hid sweetness in my brain, Others leave me; all things leave me; You remain. St. Louis Globe-Democrat A Sailor's Remarkable Escape. A seamun on H. M. S. Edinburgh re cently hnd a remarkable escape. He was at work on a ladder on the bow of the vessel as she was going into Ports mouth harbor, steaming ten knots aa hour, when the ladder broke and he was thrown Into the water directly un der tbe keel. He came up again in the t,,.i ,-. .k- astern, unhurt, having escaped tbe suc tion of tbe vessel and contact with the propellers. I'rnctiol. "Practical? Yes, Indeed. Our educa tional methods aim primarily at the practical. We shall next hear the senior class in mental science, which la finishing the more abstruse courses with the stuJy of the railway time table." Detroit Tribune, The Varb'e Heart. "I have been accustomed to better days than these," said the tramp, sor rowfully. "You must have lived In California," said the marble-hearteJ housewife Washington Times. ft