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!S1 1 SOLDIER'S B13S0X. You're so cross, Jean I" pouted pretty little Marie Vsrneau u ibe looked up into her lover't face with a moat bewitching little tnone. "It U very easy to call it cross, Mario," was kit rejoinder; "but you and I both know that what you please to term my crossness ii a very different matter. It jsn't that I doubt your love, either, dear tat; but I could hardly got word or look from you last night. It's the glitter of the buttons, I think, that's blinded you." In an instant the girl's coquetry had Tanisbod. Ho bad spoken the lout sen tence with some strange, new bitterness, ad it brought both sadness and contri tion to the lovely, laughing face. Vn .Tnan." sho answered. "It wo nothing but my silly, idle vanity. One would suppose I was the only pretty fflfl X Li XJWI 1 1.1 u W w UUHt 1UI.1IV iuiu iu, folk- anil, in listening. I bnirin 1 . l-l-l F O. O - i..i: an mvsolf. JJut it's not tha bnt. lDAA V " " J - tons they wear, Jean. Oh, do I not know bow cruelly it hurts you not to don thora in your oountry's defense, and the rea son which prevents you? I won't make you jealous again, dear. It's only that I'm fool enough to like to bear tho foolish things they toll me." TWi littln Muriel She knew that aim should find it very bard work to keep - . I..... 1. t 1 -T nor promise; um bub ioveu jean so dearly that sho would turn her back Vnncpfnrth on all these brave vounor French soldiers, who found hor presence .i 1 . ii.. . 1 : . SUCH cuarming ruiiui iu mo ujuiuui Sho felt quite rewarded, too, when Joau stooped to kiss tuo rod, upturns lips. X UUU V .lOUU W IO KJ laUb, iUUUD, i.a bauI. "It's carlv to becrin assnmintr 4 w in - y j U that role; but you know it's nover been an easy thing for mo to stand by like a when mr country needs mo. and lost night I felt tbitt even you bad gone over to tue enemy, ooniounios i uon t know which way my bonor lies whether to go or stay. You may see me with buttons yet, iuurie, no added with sickly smilo. Tim crirl's color flod. "Vnn wnnliln't. Jean, do such ft wii'koil thing for it would be wicked! You know what the doctor says that, though you may live to ripe old age, your heart is so affected that the excitement of action would produco instant death v rmr mothor has civen throo sons. You tho youngest' are left at home to be her support. Your going would kill ber as well as yoursolf." "It is for her, ratber than myself, that I stay. Why should not my life be of fored up for Franco as well as another, though it may be in a ainorent way i j wish the conflict might bo endod for mo T iuli (lint I micht be conscriuted Throe times mother bos raised the money by bond and mortgage, to buy me off. There's nothing left now. She would have to let me go. "And I do you not think of me, Jean? sohDOd tue gin. "You'd onlv love me botter."be an AurorAiT "TM wear the buttons then, in whoso reflection vou could catch sight of jour own pretty iace. "TIhrIi. Jean hllBhl" And the man was fain to soothe and promiso what sho would, ere the smiles camo dock to tue uimpieu mouiu. Hforia Viail annlrnn t.rnlv wliAn aIia had said that she had not mcunt to wound her lover. She had loved him long and truly all these years. She could hardly re mAmlinrtliut time when she had notlovod him cortainly not when she had not tormented him with, jealous uouuts. nut .she would do so no longer, not even when handsome Ricard, the sergeant of the guard, who danced so aivinoiy, should come pleading for one waltz. Tliia wad tlia anflv Invn of ill A wnr. And auao una vuw uu..j - - j Lorraino could not look already to the fate in storo for Her, when sno must danco to German music, and correct her musical patois into tho difficult German tongue. But day by day, France's need was growing sorer, and the conscription more pressing. No longer content with her willing, she must have the unwilling sons as well. Marie's heart trembled every time she heard of a fresh list. Ono evening, at a littlo dance, 1'ierre liiearu approaeueu lipr. "I've not had a waltz for a full month," be whispered. What is it, mademoiselle." Are vnn nnirrv with mo?" What could sho say? His handsome Iaco was close to hers, his picauing eyes more eloquent tliun liis voice, me music giving forth its most tempting strains. ".Timt nnn ronn .1." she thoueht to her self. "Jean cannot bo so foolish as to object to that." But once under the spell, it was not so easy to Ureas it on, ana wnen iue mu sic died away her partner said in a low imnlorino tone: "Won't you come out with me under . , . . . . . ! A T1 tue stars for a little wniie.' i nave uuuiu thing to say to you." She let hira lead ber where he would, but aim war still nnnreoared for the hot, passionate words, which rang out on the night air, and shrank sway as sue us tnnnrl. "I am betrothed," she said. "Surely you Know to Jeau. "Vn T riiii nnt know." he muttered. between his set teeth. You have played With me, mademoiselle-you snail re gret it!" , With these words he took her back into tlm hull-room, bowed and left ber. One week later Jean Koyer's name headed the conscription list, .wanes heart swellod with pain as she bow the announcement of the news. It was more welcome then, when, in the evening's dusk Tierre Kicard op Broached her, with outstretched hand. "I wasungenerousaweek agohesaid. "I want to ask your forgiveness and to -express the hopo that you will still let me be your friend." Frankly she accepted the proffered truce. The man's eyes -were veiled by the down-cast lashes, and she could not guess the wave of triumpb rising in his heart. "You are looking sad, mademoiselle, he continued. "I have no right to ask you why, and yet if you would give me this little proof of your confl- "I think," she answered, "that you baTe won it. Look ! you may se it here." She held up before him the paper on which that day's conscription list was printed. . Again his .yes glittered, but his voice was rery low and carefully modulated. I see, he said. Suroly, mademoi selle, you do not regret? Surely you would not have him a coward?" "It is not that 1" she criod out, with a passionate ring or pain in her tone. You do not understand. lie would cave gone long ago, but that it dooms him to certain death; and he is the last of four sons whom his mother has given to France. His heart is affected. Three times that suffering mothor has bought his release. She can no longer do so; her little all has gono. Ah, this will coBt two lives hers and bis 1 I I am young; I must live and suffer I" She stopped, choked by tears. Ricard 's hand closed over hers. "I will save your lover, Mario," he whispered. "Will you trust it to me ? Say nothing he would not accept it, if he knew; but meet me to morrow, at this hour, on the outskirts of the wood, and it will bring you tho amount of his re lease. I will tell you then how you may pay the debt, so that it need not trouble you." Then, ore sho could raiso objections, she folt hor hand carriod to his lips, and he was gono. How she had misjudgod him! How good, and noble, and true he was! She could hardly refrain, the next day, whon Jean came, from sounding his praises in his cars, but that Jean himself was so strange in munnor and watched her so furtively. It was because he thought that he was so soon to leave her, she reasoned; yet of that he might have spoken. Now bis lips woro compressed, and an unwonted pallor was on his chock. She grew norvous, too, as the hour ap- irooched for hor appointment with .icard. What should she do if Jean did not leave her? If the money were not paid by early morning of tho next day, it would be too Into! The thought gave nor courage. "Oood-by, Jean!" she called, gaily. stooping over to kiss him. "I have an engagement for a little while. Wait my return here." He sprang to his feet, and soizod hor uuuus iu a grip ui iron. "Where are you coins, Mario?" he said, in harsh, guttural tones. Toll me as you value your future poace! "I've not yet promised to obey," she answerod, in forced lightness, striving to bide ber fear at his manner. Then ho dropped hor hands, and she humod out. Already she found lucard awaiting her, pacing impatiently to and fro. "I thought you would nover come," he said. "ilore.Mario, is what I promised you!" and he hold out a little bag fillod with gold. A sob of gratitude rose in the girl's throat. "But tho payment of my debt?" she said. "I have loved you. Mario." he replied tenderly. "I ask but one payment, and that, that once you will lot me kiss your lina Afv .lavlirtcr T livA a nnlliar'a lifA -'i' ' J D) - " . H - I may die a soldier's death! You will not then begrude the one little ooon i crave, bb n tnlrAn tlint. vnn hnva Inrcrivan tlm HO B MVnWU WMMW MHtw AW.Q.IWM WUW harshness I once showed, and accept my peace-offerings." An instant Mario hesitated an instant only, oucn a Kiss could do Jean no wrong somo day she would toll him and with this she upraised to the man bonding above her the young red lips. ITia Viaa iiiaf lirnulmil tlmm vlmn A. shadow foil across their path, and I,. ii. i jean sprang irom iuu wuou ueiween tlAtn IIUVIAB. Something glittered in his hand, but liicara caugnc ana nem ms arm. "Tl !a moll !" aniil .Twin nlowlv nml in gasps. "Neither of you are worthy tho . i 1 1 Biaiu OI uiuruer uu iuy ouuu "Jean," pleaded Marie, "I will tell you -111 T iln I" Bill JJ10IA3U. But, shaking off her hold like a viper' lm ctirwln nfT into flin hlnknpaa. The next morning, at daybreak; he was mornliinff to tllA front. "Poor Mario! They were sad days to her that tonoweu. mcara presu ui unit in vnin. His nrpspncfi was hateful to hor. He it was who had driven Jean from her side. Tlinn Tflnni.fl1 ton wna nrdprrtil to tllA front. A few hours before ho marched he came again to plead with hor. "Your lover never will come back alive," ho said. "Besides, he would no longer be your lover. Why, thon, will you not consent 10 uecome mj who; TTi Tiorniutpnpv Rtnni? her. " aim snid "I would rather have Jean's 'frown than your smilo, his .1 i t i i. ..l : scorn tnan your love, a uuuuui mup it. T Uva liim T nan novAr Iova von!" X IV. W ....... " ' - - J "So bo it," ho answerod, growing very pole, "lou nave losi nie, out you win noB.ni in Mm. All mv lndv. I have not forgotten. He will never como home. He will dio on the field, believ fnlan. Yon never accented the debt, but I had my payment. Ha! ha! it . i ii in was pianneu wem A gleam of the truth broke in upon Marie's mind. "You planned it then that Jean should see!" she said. "You brought him there. Yon made him think me false. Oh, cow ard ! It was worthy of you !" The next month the war was ended; but, spite of the doctor's prophesy, Jean Royer hod come bravely through the test of battle, with a record for which he had no reason to feel shame. His heart hail given him no trouble. It had been turned into stone, he said to himsolf. Life was no longer sweet to i,,,n tiiamfnrA it was snared. He wished almost that ho might have changed ... n i- places with one poor ieiiow over wuoiu he stooped, whose moment's were grow ing very short; but he started back as, in tho nallid. blood-stained face, he recognized Fierre Ricard. Just then the dying man openeu uis eves. " Tt is fate!" he whispered. "The note you got I wrote it. She was true. It was a debt she paid. Tell her I sent you, and gave it back from your lips!" ' ... Slowly he articulated each word; but, l.nnrrfi Joan on lv half OTftSDed their tuVUU r w . meaning, it was all made clear, a few days later, when Marie with her little hand tight clasped in his, told him the story of his wouia-oe ransom. Pnt bbIhiii To nM hor to him. at ita close doubt, shame faced, had forever fled, and in its stead was purest rever ence for the noble woman who was so soon to merge the claim of "sweetnean into the holier claim of "wife." Friendship between women is only a suspension of hostilities. My Little TTIfe. Mattio had a fiery temper, but that was her worst fault. When she msrnod Marsh Hunter people said: "She'll make his life a warm business for him." But Mattie thought differently. "I will show them what a triumph of love I will worK. I ll teach thorn I m not the vixen I soem." And so she married him. The wedding was a very pleasant affair something to look back to as long as they livod. Alat- tie looked vory sweet in her new white bwiss. Hor long, jetty onrls tromblod and shone in the brilliant light, her eyos snarklod like twin stars, and hor soft cheeks were mantled in softer blushes as she loaned trustingly on the strong arm of the stalwart ninu who was to be her guide and guard through life. Tho honeymoon was rich with the pleasures of new married lifo to the numblo pair; but tho time soon came when the brido must leave the old roof tree for tho untried realities of a homo of her own. This was the first sorrow the trial of leaving homo and mother but it was fleeting, for, in the excite ment of the "setting up" housekeeping in the white cottage on 'Squire Black burn's farm, tho littlo sorrow was drowned. It was very funny, and Marsh langhod and Mattio laughed, when just they two sat down to the littlo now tublo ana ate the viands prepared by Muttio's own hands. Everything was new and strangoly sweet. Everything went on nicely, and Mattie was triumphant. But all things earthly mustchange. The weather grew warm and the kitchen hot, and one of tho hottest days of the season Mattie had the headache, and tho supper must be ready at o o clock. Martio tried hard to get it ready, but burnett her wrist; then she burned the bread. Then sho looked at the clock, and saw that it had stoppod, and looked out at the door she saw Marsh "Is supner readvt" he asked, and she blurtered out something aud they had their first nuarrol. Oh, dear mo, tho first quarrel. How sorry it made the poor little woman. But Marsh looked sullen, and wont off without kissing hor. They never talked that auarrel over, simnlv because thev were both too proud to broach the sub ject. After that qurrels came oftoner and easier, ihoy did not mean to quor rol, but soraohow angry words would come up. After awhile a little boy camo to their household, and it soomod for a month or two a good deal like thowoll-romemberod honeymoon, but Mattie's wretched tem per would fly to pioces again, and the Happiness was spouou. "It's curious we can't get along with out so much quarreling," said Marsh one winter day. Mattio felt tho' tears in her eyes in a moment, and hor heart softenod towardi Marsh, and she was about to confess hor failings and ask forgiveness, when he continued: "It's all your hateful tompor, Mattio you know it is." That was enough, and what was meant to be a reconciliation was simply onothor quarrel. "Oh. dear me; it's my wretchod tem per I know it is," sobbed Mattio, after Marsh wont out, "but he neodn't have said so. "H 1 only wasn't so blunt," said Marsh to himself, with a sigh. So things went from bad to worso. Little mistakes were imagined into terri ble wrongs. The neighbors had thoir fill of gossip about the matter, and finally one day when Marsh was away Mattio thought the thing over. "I am a wretched littlo nuisance," she said mentally; "I don't know why I am so, either, but I cannot help it," sho said, despairingly, hor eyos filling with tears. "I've a great mind to take Neddie and go home, and stay there. My shame couldn't be any greater than it is." She clasped the baby closo in her arms, and the tears fell fast on his curly head. Her heart seemed bursting within her, but she wrapped the child in her shawl, and with a quickening poco she flod the placo and hurried across the snow covered fields to her mother's." "What's the matter, child?" asked hor mother, as Mattie, pale and shivering, appeared at the door. "Don't ask mo, mother," sobbed tho wretched little woman. "You ain't left home?" "Yes, mother, forever." "Don't say that to me. You shall go back this instant," said her mother, thinking of the scandal that was sure to follow such a proceeding by her misera ble daughter. "Oh, don't, mothor!" and Mattio looked tho picture of despair. "Tell me about it, my child," said the mothor, melted into tendorness by the look, Then Mattio, through her tears, told her motlier all, and ended with these pitiful words: "But, oh, mother, I do love him, tho father of my child I love him, but he doesn't understand me. If he could but understand me!" and she fell sobbing bo side hor mother's knee. "Let me advise you, my child," said the mother, softly stroking her daugh ter's glossy hair. "I've passed through it all. and I'll tell you a secret. There is almost certain to be mistakes come up between husband and wife, and often words are spoken that are regretted a moment afterward. But, my child, such a word can do no harm if repented of and a confession mode. If you novo said anything to wound your husband's feel ings, no matter what he may have said to you, go and toll him you are sorry, and I know that he will not only forgive yon, but will beg you to forgive him. The honr that follows will be more delightful than the hour of your wedding. Let me tell you a little instance in my own life." And her mother told of one of those little family differences that come up le tween so many worthy couples. The stonr ended so pleasantly that it soothed the tempest in the breast of the heartsick daughter. After the story was done Mattie still kneeled, resting her tired head on her mother's knee. Her mother stroked her gloBsy hair in silence for a quarter of an hour, but Mattie's thoughts were bttey. Suddenly she arose, took her child into her arms and wrapped it elose ia her shawl, she prepared to go. i "Where are yen going, my child? asked her mother. To niako my confession," answered Mattie throngh her tears. "Heaven bless you said her mothor. When Marsh Hunt camo homo that night a pretty sight met his view. The fire was burning brightly en the hearth and before it stood Mattio, dressed in a noat calico wrapper, with snowy collar and cuffs, and a sc&rlet bow of ribbon at her throat. Baby sat on his pullet before the fire, crowing lustily, aud boat ing tho floor with a tin rattlo. Supper was on the tublo, and tho tea was steaming on the hoarth. Marsh was cold, but such a scono warmed him. He wont straight to tho pullet and com menced a romp with the baby. Mattie went and knelt thoro too, determined to make a confession, but she did uot know how to commence. It was easy to think of beforehand, but when tho tuno cumo sho was lost. There was an awkward panso, then both spoko at once: "Mattio, I've been" "Marsh, I'm sorry-" Thoir eyos met, and each saw the ten dorness in thoso of tho other; all was now told in an instant. Both made their confession. Marsh oponed his arms and Mattie foil sobbing on his breast, whilo baby looked on in amazement. From that hour they were tho happiest of couples. Dr. Fairy's Famous Illustration. The following is a condensed statoronnt of the famous watch illustration of Dr. Taley: If, he says, in crossing a heath, I pitched my foot against a stono, and were asked how it camo there, I might reply, without necessary absurdity, that for aught I know it had lain thore for ever. But if, instead of a stono, it wero a watch, the unmistaklo evideuco of de sign in its mechanism would compol the inferenco that somewhero, and at some time or other, it had a maker, who com prehended its construction and designed its uso. And the inference would still bo the somo, although tho findor had never soon a watch mode, nor was him self cnpablo of constructing ono. Neither would it invalidate this conclusion, that it somotimeB wont wrong, siuco a machino need not bo jwrfoctly in order to show evidence of design iu its construction, or that it had a few parts whoso relation to tho general -effect was not apparent. Nor would any man in his senses think the existence of tho watch accounted for by being told that it was one out of possible combinations of material forms, and hap pened to assumo that particular form; or that its form could bo attributed to a principlo of order; or that its moohanism was no proof of contrivanco, but a mere motive to induco tho mind to think so; or that it was the result of the laws of metallic nature, since law prosupposos an ogout, being itsolf only the modo ac cording to whioh tho agont proceods. Nor, again, would tho discovery that this watch could ro-produce itself lessen the force of tho inforonoo, since, however far bock tho sorios may be traood, tho evidence of dosigu re mains, implying the existence of a do signor; and this implication cannot bo avoidod by supposing the sorios of watches to nave beon infinite, and con sequently to have had no first, for which it is necessary to provide a cause. Here would be contrivanco, but no contriver; proofs of design, but no designer. But in reality, tho maker of tho first watch is the maker of every watch producod from it; the only difforonco boiug that the re productive powor imparted manifests a more exquisite skill in the artiflcor than the making of a singlo watch. Now, as every indication of contrivanco, every manifestation of dosigu, which existed ia the watch, exists also in nature, only in vastly greater perfection and varioty, the conclusion is irresistible. Dosign must have had a designer; tho dosigner must havo beon a porson, and that person is God. Ono From Vilioso Lips Jewell Fell. Of nil tho fairy tales dear to us in childhood, we guve the prol'crcnco, after duo consideration of tho cbnrni of "Cindorella" and the "Slooping Boauty," to that of tho two sisters who wero rowardod by tho fairy that interviewed thorn at tho fountain,aud besought each in turn to relievo her thirst, tho ono receiving a good and tho other an evil gift. Evorybody nows it, how tho obliging niaiden gavo water to a lovely lady at tho spring, and upon opening her lips to relate her adventure at homo' pearls and diamonds fell from them in profusion, which sent her ill-natured sistor in turn to seek so good fortune and how tho latter, unablo to pene trate tho disguiso of tho fairy, crossly repulsed tho wrinkled old woman whom sho found there, and in coiiho quenco csnvorsod in toads and vipers instead of jewels. It now appears that'this talo was prophetic as well as symbolical, or possibly it was his torical. At auy rate thero are, if we may belicvo a correspondent of the Banner of JJqM, persons who would bo living mines of wealth if thoir speech could be stored up. At tho tunoralot an excellent woman in Peabody, Mass., tho other day, hor friends were addressed by Miss Lizzie Doton. "A gontlomun saw the words as they as they fell from Miss Doten s lips form into beautifully colored jewels, each facet a difference hue. and as they fell making a bril liant shower of light and color." We have all hoard of honeyed words.and oily speech, of weighty argumont,and spicy discourse, and gems of thought, of "thougts that broatho und words, that burn." but we have always believed theso expressions to bo figures of speech. A continuous shower of words mado visible strikes us as wonderful in latter days, to say the least. It is probable that lady of the jeweled speech is a lineal des. cendant of the good sister who gave drink to the fairy: or it may ba that the observer is an opium eater, and the brilliant spectacle existed only in bis imagination. In matters of the heart it is usually the fear of insolvency that leads to bank rnptcy. The Three Rogati. A peasant was taking goat to Bagdad. He was mounted on a donkey, aud the goat, with bell tUI around its neck, was following him. Three rogues saw this littlo oompunv go past, and desired to enrich themselves. Said the one, "May I carry off that fellow's goat in such a way that he shall never be able to ask it again of me?" And tho other cried, "Grant mo tho wit to rob him of the ass on which ho is mounted." "Oh, truly, wliot an exploit!" ex claimed the third. "What would you say if I meant so to desitoil him of his clothes that he will actually be obliged to me?" Tho first rascal following tho traveller softly, by stealth took tho bell from the goat s neck, fastened it to tho ass's tail, and inado off with his booty. Tho man, still riding the ass, beard the sonnd of the bull constantly behind him, and nover for one instant imagined that tho goat was no longer there, till, by-and-by he happened to turn around. Pic ture to yoursolf his astonishment when he could not seo tho animal that he hail hcou taking to market to soil! Of everyono who passed he asked news of his goat. Presently the second roguo met him, who answorod, "At the corner of yonder lano I saw a mon running off, dragging a goat along with him." The countryman jumped from his ass saying. "Fleose take charge of my don key," and ran after the thief in the diroo he supposed him to have taken. Whon he had been running hithor and thither for some time, he camo back to find that noithor ass nor koeper was to be soon. Our two rascals had already got far away, both woll content with thoir bootv. The third now awaited the simplo man, loaniug against a woll by which tho latter must pass. Theu with loud wails, ho began to lumont so bitterly that the loser of tho ass and goat was lod to accost a porson who soomod thus allliotod. Approaching he said, "What are you grieviug about? I am sure you cannot have had as much ill luck as I have had. I have lost two animals, tho price of which would have mado my fortune." "Oh, but think whut a loss inino is!" exclaimod the thief. "Have you, liko mo, ever lot a caskot full of diamonds fall iuto a well when you are told to carry thorn to tho judge? I shall perhaps bo hanged for theft." "But why do you not go down into the woll?" asked the countryman; "it is not very docp." "Alas! I am not clover enough," said tho roguo. "I would rather run the risk of boing hanged than drown myself, which I should certainly do: but if there were anyone willing to do me this service, I would gladly give him ton pioces of gold." "Promise me thoso ton pieces of gold," cried the poor duno. thinking the sum would more than repay him for the loss of his animals, "and I will get you your casket back' No sooner said than done. He throw off his olother with snch rapidity, and descended into tho woll so quickly, that the robbor sow at oneo that ho would scarcely have tirao to possesss himself of his spoil, me countryman nnviug roached bottom of the well without find ins any caskot there, came up again, aud was speedily aware of his new misfor tune. Thus clothes, ass. nnd goat had alll gone different directions; and thoir unlucky owner, witn an uis ion, euum scarcely find pooplo charitable enough to be willing to clothe him. The moral is, be earful of the company you choose. I Illustrated Christian Weokly. Tho London correspondent of tho Boston Advertiser soys of soyeral gen tlemon who have mado experiments in ballooning : Mr. Lofovro, the President of tho Balloon Society of Groat Britain, assisted by Col. Noblo. Sir John Adue and othors, organized a sorios of simul taneous asconts, which, with two excep tions, proved successful. Aerostatics and aeronautics engage tho attention of many scientific meu; but up to the pres ent timo the socret remains undiscovered as to how a bird supports and directs it solf in its flight through tho air. This soorot is being dilligontly sought after, and whon found will form a guiding prin ciplo in aoronautics. Mr.Tomplar and Dr. Lawronce Hamilton wero at one tiino de voting their united onorgios in trying to solve tho mystery, and it is to bo ro grottod that Dr. Hamilton found that tho prosocution of his work engaged too much of his valuable time. A great deal of money is required for carrying out ex periments, and I am glad to loam that the government will give material aid for tho f urthorance of this end in the ser vices of cflloiont ofllcors and mon, as woll as by a grant of monoy. For meteoro logical purposes, and, under certain con ditions, for military observations, bal- Ioous may be of great sorvice. Let us hopo that before long aerial navigation may prove a practical fact. Borrowing money is a bad habit; and borrowing troublo is no bottcr. Somo pooplo aro always borrowing troublo, and in tho way making uot only thomsolves but every ono around them uncomfortable. They bavo contracted tho babit of taking a discouraging look at everything. Wbat tbey do not spend lurnonting over tho unultorablo past tbey do voto to the prognostication of evils to como. It is a most pernicious and disagrecablo babit. Thero is uo uso of regretting tho past excopt so far as to profit by experienco in the future; while half tho evils ft gloomy.minded person is always predicting never happen. Cnltivato a cheerful spirit, not only on your own account, but lor its bappy In. fluenco on with whom you associate. An exceedingly careful and interesting ran ma of the nroirress of astronomy in 1879 has been published in the "Scien- . .1.. 1 1 T..U1.'M tino rroceeuiDgs ti uu ivojui uum Society, by Mr. ureyer, oi tue -uBserve-tory of Trinity College, Dublin. The author remarks that it is similar to that for 1878, written by Professor Holdon of the United States National Observatory, for the "American Record of Soienoe and Industry," the publication of which has been discontinued. roMibllllles for the Monkey. Tho Scientific Xavi$, in a reeont essay on monkeys in Burnish, revea'a snoh world of neglected possibilit' for uso fulness to society in the member oTWiin despised connecting Unk that n sriwcia tion for the elevation of the aiu.uc- tribes will no doubt follow genral dissemina tion of the facts. According to the writer, who has passed many years in Southern Asia, the monkey inakos tho most reliable caihiev in the world, and, when woll trained, is able to discrimi nate between truo and spurious coin with a delicacy to which his master can not approximate. When a coin is plncod in his Land, ho first examines its design and inscription with great gravity and attention, and then puts the pioce in bis mouth and tests it by the sense of taste. If it is all right ho passes it to his master with a nod of approval, but, if not, he places it upon tho counter with a sovore and forbidding expression of counte nance. Monkey cashiers possess such a reputation for acumen in the detection of spurious coin in the countrios whoro they aro employed in this capacity that no ono ever thinks of appealing from thoir decision, and they are regarded as experts whoso judgment is flual. Better than this, they are never detected in attempts to default or rob thoir employers, and are oonsidcrod extromoly reliable in money matters. But they will steal lino fruits when they got an opportunity, organiz ing raids in parties of a score or more upon the fruit groves in the neighbor hood, aud fairly running the industrious fruiterer in a single night. In order to defeat these raids proprietors train monkeys of thoir own to dress thomsolves iu the skins of tiger cats and conceal thcmsolvos in the foliage of trees. Thus clothed in tho panoply of the deadliest and most dreaded enemy of his tribe, the guardian of the coveted fruit leaps down from his oovort at the moment the raid ers havo beoouio fairly engaged, and rushes in among thorn with reckless gal lantry. Instantly, without stopping to look furthor than the spotted hido, the inembors of tho assailing party take up tho alarum cry and ruu away in a panio shrieking and trombling, whilo their brother, iu the ekin of the tiger-cat, fol lows close upon thoir heels. It is said that they nover revisit a place from which they havo once beon driven iu this way, ami that tho proprietor forovormoro en joys an immunity from their depreda tions which cannot bo procured by shooting half a dozen of thorn in the act of midnight larceny. Tho narrative opens a fiold for tho discussion of the question, whether the monkey may not bo usefully domosticated, trainod to act as a waiter in a restaurant, cashior in a banking house, or servant in a Fifth Av enue mansion. The physique of tho an imal admits of all sorts of fancy and fantastic costumes, and who knows but his brain might develop undor culture, and his raoo become undertakers in the civilization initiated by man, but not necossarily limited to human kind? Responsibilities of Harried Women. The excitement now uppormost in San Francisco hingos on the old story, "wronged" wifo, an avenging husbond and a dead seducer. By the law and cus tom of antiquity among tho savage and semi-civilized, the wifo was regardod as chattel and property. By the rule of tho harem, where she was a slave, her indis cretion, whon discovered, was punished with death, thus proving that she was hold partly responsible for ber act. Yot nations claiming more civilization, by the act of individuals, roliove the wifo of any responsibility in the matter and doom to death the male aggressor by tho husband's hand. This argues that tho wifo is ovon be low the grade of a ohattlo or a slave of tho harom. She is an idiot, a being porfoctly holploss, unroasouing, with out jndgmont, and totally irresponsi ble. Sho is an infant," and the "wrong" done hor is as foul and must be over agod as sternly as if wrought on a child of tendor yoars. Every woman of any intolligonco in stinctively detects the faintest ap proaches on dangorous ground on the part of a man. It is always in her powor to discourago and robuke the first symptoms of this aggrossivenoss. This instinctivonoss of its approach is ono of the chief qualities belonging to womon. No man savo an insensate brute makes nnduo approaches without consont, tacit or more opouly expressed. The "wrong" thon coaBes to bo committed by ono party alono. Itisoommittedby both. No man walks into this species of danger without some invitation. The man is thus indis creet without a great doul of invitation on the part of the woman. No man asso ciates with improper intimacy with the wifo of another undor hor own roof un less a smooth and easy road is made for him. For this, whon carried to extrorae Hit X VI till 11 1 KUUU WUIMUU VAN -vw suits, a large proportion of modorn utimont justifies the slaying of the resu soutimont man in fault. Tho woman goos froo. The woman may have boon tho chief tempter. The woman is spared, perhaps to luro othors to their death, The woman knows this whon she lures. The woman, thon, is di roctly accessory to a murder. This is the conventional unwritten law of civili zation. It seems iu its result a code worso than that of the Turks. Their sack of bowstring doprivod tho woman of furthor powor for misohiof. f New York Graphic. Brandy Peaches. Choose largo, firm whito cling-stone peaches. Pour over them boiling water; lot them stand five minutes, then take them out ono by one and rub all tho fua off with ft coarse crash towel, then stick them in ft dozen places with a noodlo; put thorn in a glass jar, covering each layer of poaches with a layer of lump sugar, allowing a half pound of sugar to every pound of peaohes; cover with a whito brandy. Cover tightly and keep for for a month before using It is elaimed that Prof. Baeyer's meth od of producing artificial indigo, has at length been found to be commercially practicable. The indigo ia obtained from isatine chloride, which in turn is made from benzol. A woman's friendship is, as a rule, the legacy of love or the alms of indifference.