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STANTON, DEALER IN Staple Ury Goods, Keis constantly on hand a general assortment of Extra Fine Groceries, WOOD, WILLOW AND GLASSWARE, ALSO CROCKERY AND CORDAGE, A full stock of SCHOOL BOOKS, Such as required by the PublJo County "Schools. All kinds of Stationery, Toys and Fancy Articles, TO SUIT BOTH TOCKQ AND OLD. Buys and Sells Legal Tenders, furnishes LhCtiKs on Jforuana, ana procures -Drafts on San Francisco. . SEEDS! SEEDS! ALL KINDS OF THE BEST QUALITY. ALL OKDEKS Promptly attended to and goods shipped witn care. Address, IIAC1IEXY A BKWO, Portland, Oregon. PEETTY PIPPA. Tragedy Which Came Happening in a Tunnel. Near Imbedded in a deep Italian valley lay the village of Santa Chiara. Mountains surrounded it on all sides except on the north, where the valley , narrowed into a gorge with steep precipitous sides, forming a natural roadway out into the open country. So the valley and village were in a cul-de-sac, and to this reason the peas ants attributed a great deal of their poverty. In remote, far-away times a narrow road had been made over ' the moun tains toward the south, and the more enterprising of the "villagers drove their mules once or. twice a year over this pass a day and a half journey to the big town of Monte Caetano, to, sell the fruits of their industry; but the journey took time and money, and both were too valuable to be spent on the road very often. - But with the energy and enterprise of the nineteenth century came a change. There was much talk of the inconvenience of not being able to get to Monte Caetano easily. It was a large and important town, but its s'ze and importance would both be much increased if a free communication could be opened with the northern railways. The inhabitants or banta Umara were startieu one aay oy tne arrival of engineers, ' but they were destined to be, yet more astonished. In a few weeks' the village was over-run with workmen, the valley resounded with the blasting of rocks, and they under- Stood that a great tunnel was to be made through their mountain. The work turned out less difficult than was at first anticipated. The tunnel had not far to go in unbroken solid mountain, but emerged occasion ally into , deep,- narrow nssures, from thence making a fresh start into the bowels of the earth. The work was finished at last, and an engine decorated triumphantly with flags passed the whole way down the line to Monte Caetano, bearing upon it the engineers, foremen, and chief workmen, and one or two gentle men whose united money and ex ertions had carried the great work through. They were received at the new station at Monte Caetano with enthusiasm, were presented with handsome testimonials, and made . to feel themselves real heroes and public benefactors. It was one hot, sunny Sunday even ing in.. Santa Chiara, about a week after the opening of the great tunnel. Vespers were over, the bell had not yet rung for bened.ction, and all the in habitants of tne little village were strolling about the vineyards or sit ting in the churchyard. The village consisted of a piazza or square, round which stood the princ" pal houses, and out of which a few irregularly bu Ic, straggling streets stretched up the s'des of the hill. The church stood at the head of the piazza, in the midst of the church-yard. The low wall all round it was a favorite seat of the vil lagers, where they lounged away many an idle hour. In the angle of the wall tood a large, shadv, chestnut tree. Pippa Novatelli, the prettiest girl in the village, loaned agajust its .trunk, .with her little brown hands demurely clapped together. Aha! it is true that Pippa has beauty.1' said old Mariuccia'to another old crone yet more wrinkled than her self. "Pippa may have beauty, tut she is a little demon for all that! The holy saints don't give everything to one person, and they have taken too much pains in the making of her faca to have given themselves t me to look after her hi. ar t! Look there! The little viper!" Pippa was look'ng her best, for hei betrothed G'anni (called the Bellino on account of h s s'y-blue eyes) was there, sitting on the wall, and it was so amusing to make him jealous, the fool ish fellow, On the other side, sitting on tne grass witu ins large dark; eyes hxed on her, and an indescribable, daintv grace in the pose of his light ac tive hgure. sat Tonii o Zei, one of the subordinates of the engineers, one ol the flood of newcomers whom the great tunnel had brought beyond the moun tains to d sturb the peace of . Santa Chiara, ' Toniiw had not b.'en long in the vil Iage. Only three weeks ago he had pome to replace a Piedmontese who naa nnisneu an tne skiiieu work and passed on to new labors elsewhere. Tonino was a beginner as yet, but he was quite capable of carrying on his predecessor's work, and his superiors pronounced him ' a young fellow of much promise. Toaiuo had lost his heart. From the moment that Pippa passed him, the day after his arrival, in her dark gown, with a scarlet handkerchief knotted round her curly black hair, with her brown skin and red lips, and the won derful dark eyes which flashed on him as she turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder with a glance. of mischievous pleasure in his too-evident admiration. - Pippa had many lovers. Old Pietro, with his farm, and the well-known hoard of money in his big gilt cassone. Young Ceccho, who possessed nothing but strong arm 3 and wistful eyes. Baldovinetto, called il Zoppo, and Lonzo, who had so taken her refusal to heart that he sold his patrimony, bought an organ and a monkey, and went away over. .the mountains, and never came;" back again. j : "... L . liutfafter a weary courtship of alter nate hopes and despairs, waverings, coquetteries and heartburnings, at last Pippa agreed to marry Gianni il Bel lino, and he thought himself the hap piest of men. He was a vctlurino on the great Corniche road, and he pre pared a sunny little home for his bride near Sestri. A heuse at the end of a long avenue of acacia trees, with a vineyard of its own, & loggia looking over the sea, and every comforU that the heart of a little mountain contadina could desire. When Pippa should be his wife ; he meant to drive her there in state, in his big voiturier carriage, and he would establish her there, and as he' drove his travelers backward and forward on the road. would look out as he passed to see her nding smiling at the door. The vision was only too sweet. I he big carriage with the four horses--Biondo, Nero, Giallo, and the last purchased, Pippa were all waiting at Monte Caetano for the happy day and the coupe had been relined with a bright, shiny yellow chintz, to -be worthy of his Pippa. But there is no rose without a thorn, and the brighter : the light the darker the shadow it throws. Tonino arrived with the polish of city life in his manners, and the chic of a city tailor in the cut of his, clothes, and he began to make love to Pippa as no one had ever made love to her before. He paid her honeyed compliments, he threw an air of tender, rapt admiration into the adoring gaze of his dark eye, he offered her the commonest flower with an air of devotion which threw into the shade Gianni's far larger offering. - 'It is too large!" she cried, '; pettish ly, rejecting her betrothed's great poy of roses; and he. had the mortification of seeing her fix Toni no's insignificant carnation into her bodice instead. Gianni flung away his roses fiercely, and Pippa was so busy talking to Tonino that not until her foot trod on it did she perceive that he had done so. "JS'ow that the tunnel is done and the way open, vou will be leaving us," she said, softly, leaning against the chestnut tree and playing with the fading carnation. Tonino answered with the soft- caress ing sound in nis voice that expressed more devotion than the words he ut tered. "And if I weie to be called away, would there be one heart in Santa Chiara to mourn me; one eye to shed tears over my departure? "Can you doubt?" said Pippa. "Friends are not so easily ; forgotten." "A fig for friendship!" cried Tonino, with a snap of his fingers so loud that all started. . 'That is a strange sentiment, Signor Rei!" said Gianna, bitterly. m i . j i i ' . j.onino oniy scareu ac mm, men turn ing toward f ippa he rose to his feet and approached her. !Ah, dear Pippa," he said, "will you Keep the secret it l tell you some news that I received this morning?" Lo not whisper, said rippa, un easily. "Gianna does not like it." "Ah, bah! he does not care! Look at him." Pippa turned her head and looked. Sore, mortified and angry, Gianna was feigning an indifference he did not feel. He sat with a stolid look on his broad, comely face, playing with the ears of the little bpitz dog which accompanied him in all his journeys. x octf iv blue xi uwo uvb aiCf said Pippa, trying to laugh. "Then grant me that which I ask," said Ton:no, coaxingly. "Walk with me up the mountain among the vine yards. You can-not refuse one who may leave you so soon, and whose heart is bleeding at the very idea." . Pippa thought that Gianni should be more demOnstrafcive. It was tiresome to see him m'serable; she wanted to see him angry. . lhis betrothal was very dull, very monotonous. She stood upright and said lightly: "Let us go to the vineyards. We shall have time for a short walk before bene diction." Pippa- spoke with her face toward Gianni, so that he must hear; and, half thinking that she spoke to him, he leaped to his feet, ; and the light sparkled in his blue eyes, but the light faded away at the sound of her coquet tish little laugh. - "No, no, Gianni ! I would not dis turb you for the world. Sit still; go to sleep if you can," and, passing her hand lightly through Tonino's arm. she walked away with him. Gianni did not resume his seat, but stood looking after them. He saw Tonino bend ng his curly head with look of devofon, and a dark scowl set tled on his face. "Ah, ha ! Gianni, my poor boy," said a croaking voice close beside him. ,"So the II: tie traitress plays thee also false. I knew how it would be. Such are women. They are all false, they are all bad, and the pest ot them are those who wear the mask longest" " Croak'ng as usual. Father Gi aco rn o," said Gianna, trying to laugh "She has not thrown me over, uur wedding day is fixed." "But it has not dawned yet. Via! cried the old man, throwing tibt both his hands. "Why don't you follow them?" he cried impatiently. "Ah, ha! Gianni, though women are false, men are fools. You should hold them tight, beat them, keep them tinder. Break their spirits or they will break your heart. Go after them I tell you, go after them Bah! why should I incommode myself thus? Women will always be false, and men will always be fools!" and old Gia como took a prodigious pinch of sn till'. Gianni walked o!l unwittingly enough. He was a proud man, and Pippa' a con duct was hurting him bitterly. He d:d not wish to lose his dignity and sacrifice his self-esteem by becoming jealous; it degraded him in his own eyes. But love was stronger than will, and he uttered a short, bitter exclamation of almost savage disgust with himself because he could not resist the temptation to fol low Pippa and his rival. The sun was beginning to go down; it was very hot. Tonino and Pippa found the shade of the long rows of vines very grateful. The leaves were uxunant, and the air was hlled with their warm sweet smell. Tonino bent lower over Pippa and said softly:.. "The news I have to tell you, my l ippa, is that, alter an, per- tiaps l am not going away irom oania Chiara." Pippa was rather taken aback. She would not have lei Tonino go so far if she had not thought that he was go ng away, now at once, thi'ough the, big tunnel that he had helped to make, and never coming back again. It was quite another thing that he was always to be there. "Not going away!" she said, with a ittle quiver in her voice. Tonino thought the little quiver was one of happiness. - Dearest," he said, "it is true. Some one is requ'red tebe always on the spot. Every night I must go through the tun nel to see that all is well. This will bo necessary for long months, till we see that the work is perfect in every part. that no unexpected dangers may arise. And it is I that have received the ap po'ntmeht." lonino hit his breast with a sound of triumph, then suddenly he threw h's arm round Pippa' s waist. "bay, beautiful Pippa: dearest of ray heart, he cried. "Say that you re joice as I do. We shall not be separat ed." - Pippa was too much astonished to resist. Tonino had his arm round her. and now he bent forward and kissed her once, twice, before she could speak, when there came a sudden shout that sounded more like the roar of a wild beast than a human vo'ce, and Gianni threw h'mself between them, his eyes flashing, his face convulsed with rage. Pippa was terrified, and in her terror she could think of nothing save that one of the two would be killed. She threw herself upon Gianni, clinging round his arms with all her weight, while she cried with a hoarse voice that did not sound like her own: "Fly, Tonino, fly! He will kill you. We shall all be lost. Fly! fly!" Tonino was not brave, he turned and went, gliding away among the vines with his heal turned back over his shoulder; and his eyes glaring at Lrianm with a look of intense hatred. He has gone," cried Pippa, - sink mg on her knees, but still clinging to her betrothed. "Thank heaven, he is goner x ou have saved your lover this once," said uianni between his teeth. "But opportunities do not lack." "You would kill him, cried Pippa. "Had he a hundred lives, I would take them all!" and Gianni ground his teeth with the ferocity of a jealous Italian. But why should you kill him?" cried Pippa, bursting into tears. "He is nothing to me. "Tell that to whoever is fool enough to believe you," said Gianni, scorn fully. -I- Oh, Gianni, jare we not betrothed? "That also is a thing of the past. Old G acomo is right all women are false!" Gianni strode away and left her. Pippa stood looking afteY him. "Gia- como is right in everything," she said to herself through her tears. "And all men are fools. Oh, Gianni! Gi- anni But whether he heard her piteous little cry "or not he did not turn, and Pippa sat down under the vine leaves and sobbed as if her heart would break. ' The sun went down, the church bell rang, the people poured into the last service, and still Pippa sat sobbing. Then she heard the voices of the congregation as they once more came out of church. "Gianni is a good man," she said to herself. "He never misses Benedic tion. The holy service will have softened his heart; he will forgive me. Thou jh Tonino is going to stay here, it will not matter, for I shall be the one to go. Gianni and I will be married at on e, and we win go away m his big carr ag i to Sestri. After all, we may be very hap;y yet. I won't put off the wedding any more, it shall be at once. I am sure that Gianni wdl see when he looks at me that I mean to be good now!". Pippa had. no tears left to shed; -she dr'ed her eyes and pu-hed back her curly hair, and walked down to the vil lage. " The people were all clustered togeth er in the piaz.a, but she saw neither G anni r.or Toaino amo ig them, and she thought that they a 1 looked at her rather strangely. Old Giacomo came, bubbling up to her.. , "Do you want to know where your two lovers are, my beaut P" he said. "Well, Tonino, when he came out of church, took his bag of tools (you know them?) ove; his shoulder, lighted h's lanie.n, ar:d went off through the tunnel on his usu.d inspection. He mast have got some way by this t'me." "And my Gianni?" cried Pippa, t rem '-ling. " . . ' ' ' 'Gianni had an o ld look on his face. The ev.l eye has crossed him, perhaps Who knows?" "But where is he?" she faltered. "It is very strange," said Giacomo "but he also took the way of the t .n nel. He also must be some way in by th's time, and" But Pippa waited to hear no more. A horrible dread had seized upon her ; a terror cold as a hand of ice la'dupo her heart. She uttered a shrill little cr and sped away toward the mounta as fast as her feet could c iny her. "Per Bacco !. there will be m'tscJiiu said one man to snother. Would not be best to go after them?" "I shall tell the Priore," said Mar ucca, wagging h-'r old head a-- s! -went off in search of the priest. ' In a few minutes quite a crowd had gathered round the mouth of the tun nel. " Meanwhile Pippa ran on and reached her destination. The opening looked fearfully dark and gloomy in the fad ing light, and she had no lantern with her; but terror lent her courage; she never hesitated, but quickly crossing herself she darted in. ' It was quite dark now. Pippa guid ed herself ' along the wall; she was obliged . to move slowly , for several times she caught her foot against one of the sleepers and nearly fell. Oh, how pitch dark it was, and how cold! She gasped for breath. Now her hands rapidly passing along the wall encountered something cold and slimy, and she tried to fling it off, but it clung. . , "A slug," she thought with a shud der as she got rid of it at last, never slackening her steps. All was deally still she could hear her own panting breath. Now a sort of pale color be gan through the blackness, and a warmer breath of air; she could see again. The big tunnel opened into a little gorge not ten feet wide. She looked up through the rocks almost like one from the bottom of a well, and saw the friendly blue sky, then taking courage, plunged on again into deeper night than before. V' - Pippa could feel the darkness, the cold, breathless- atmosphere; she was getting into the longest, most unbroken part of the tunnel. She gasped for breath, her brain began to reel, her eyes throbbed and ached with the strain to see where nothing was visible. .. "- Then suddenly, quite suddenly it seemed to her, in the far distance she perceived a little jnoving spark; alight that could be nothing but Tonino's lantern. Her heart beat almost to suffocation, she paused for one instant to gain breath, then bounded on, for it seemed to her intensely strained sense of hearing that there was someone else ahead of her, some footsteps swiftly following the lantern, in pursuit of it. Pippa pressed on faster and faster, and the distance between them seemed to be diminishing. Would she arrive in time? " She had grown accustomed to tle sleepers now and knew mechanically when to expect them as she ran. She was getting nearer and nearer. Suddenly she saw the lantern stop; there was a sound that made Pippa pause to listen with the terio. of a hunted animal. A rush of foot-steps, a kind of shout, a sound of a death struggle. Pippa bounded forward with a cry, the guiding light disappeare l. she heard the crash as the lantern fell, and all was total darkness. Suddenly rang out a sound that filled the whole tunnel a wild, unearthly whistle, a distant roar approaching nearer and nearer. Pippa shrank back, crouched, pressed against the wall. The train was coming. She heard a cry from the fighters: "Back, back! let go! The train comes! Maria Santissima! "Never, never! doom!" Go, then, to thy The roar increased louder and loud er; with a terrific noise the train rushed past; a cold air filled the place, a sudden dense, sensation of suffoca tion. What sound was that? A kind of sickening crash, a9 if something had been crushed out of all human recognition vinder those awful wheels. Then came a dead, awful silence. No one spoke; no one seemed to breathe. Then Pippa turned and crept back the way she had come, -conscious of noth ing but a frantic desire to get back to the air, to God's light again. Round the mouth of the tunnel the crowd of villagers had assembled, but no one went in. They stood waiting uneasily, wondering what was happen ing. They had seen the train go by-, and "kept on saying to each other that it must be all right. Presently out ot the darkness crept forth a figure they hardly recognized as the beautiful Pippa. - Her hands stretched out blindly before her, her eyes wide open and unseeing, her lips livid. . "But what is it, Pippa! Santa Apos toli! what has happened?". But she answered nothing; only pointed to the tunnel with ghastly looks. Another! The crowd separated in a kind of terror, for out of the darkness staggered forth another panic-stricken human creature Gianni, who with trembling hands was struggling at his shirt-collar trying to tear it open, to breathe, to get air. "Heaven help us! but what has hap pened?" cried the people. Then they made way for the Priore, who was has tening forward, followed by old Ma riuccla. Gianni . reeled forward as if he were drunken. ' "An accident, Father," he gasped "a horrible acci dent, the wheels! the the " "Give him water," said the priest, quickly, "and fetch lanterns; Quick, quick, lose no time, the unhappy man may yet be living." But all was not over yet. Once more out of the mouth of the tunnel appeared another. "Haste! haste!" he shouted.' "Bring Pghts! Come at once! Tonino has been run over by the train! Haste!" But Pippa caught s ght of him, and uttered a cry wh ch rang through the air: "Tonino! it is thou! Gianni! (iianni!" Then she burst into laughter so wild and unnatural that the women all rushed round her. She could not cease peal after peal shook her from head to foot They had to throw water over her several times, and for a long t me in vain. -The villagers gathered round the two men. "I thought I had killed thee," faltered Gianni. "I also thought thou Wast dead," said Tomno, shuddering violently, "Oh! it was horrible, horr ble!" , .y 11 1 m uou nas Deen very mercitui to you both," said the Jrriore, gravely The two men took off their hats and muttered an amen. x ney couia. neuner oi them cease shuddering. "But what was that horrible noise," as of something crushed?" asked Gian ni at last, every trace of color aain leaving his cheek. "It was my bag of tools," said To nino, with a pale smile. "Truly, friend, thou owest me a new set." ' A fortnight later the whole village went by train through the big tunnel to Msnte Caetano to see the departure of (iianni and his br'de. " They sat in the coupe of the big car riage, and Fippa' s dark curly hair and bright eves looked brilliant on the Lack ground of golden yellow eal co. four horses were decorated with T.ie r b wore had bons of every color, and the bride a beautiful vezzo of pearls which come down to her through many erations. gen- shouted the crowd, and they drove away along the road through merry dancing clouds of dust, the little belL on the harness jingl ng harmoniously. . Old Giacomo stood watching till they were out, of sight, then as . he turne J away he muttered: "AH the same, nil women are false." "No!' no!" cried the peasant girls, laughing and show.ng their white tei th. Giacomo turned round with a kind of "Bah!" . he' cried,l VAndlOl men are fools." "That's as may be," said the lads, and they also laughed. Cornhill 'Mag azine. lOW COTTON BURNS. Remarkable Carelessness of Those Who Handle the Staple. "Um, yum, I smell burnt colton," said a cotton buyer in front of Toole, McGarran & Tondee's warehouse sev eral days ago "Here it is," said another buyer, picking up a handful of scorched cot ton which was lying on the ground. "There is no fire in it, though," he ad ded carelessly. "How fast will cotton burn?" asked a Becorder man, who was standing by, "It will burn faster than anything I know of," sa d the buyer as he turned, the staple around in his hand, : and ex amined it. "Just to show you here," and he picked up a handful of the clean cotton and handed it to the reporter. "Now wad that up tight and put your cigar to it. Then fold it up and put your hands over it." The reporter did so. The moment the cigar was applied the cotton caught and the fire began to sink down like a drill into the handful. He closed his hands over it, and in a short time it be came so hot that he was unable to hold it.. Picking up another handful he wrapped it around the fire, and, hold ing it tightly in both hands, succeeded in crushing out the fire, as he thought. When it was again opened, however, it began to burn as hard asjevcr. "It- is almost impossible to put the fire out when once it catches cotton. The closer a bale is packed the faster will it burn. . It don't spread out like anything else, but burns directly to the center and consumes the inside of the bale first. I remember once in Savan nah on the wharf, when I was billing some compressed bales, that all at once a boy yelled at me, and looking around I saw a, bale I had. just passed fall to pieces and names begin to come from it. By good luck the hre got no further. That bale, probablyt had been burning a couple of days. . Ginhouses are oiten burned up by the pickers smoking in the field and letting a spark drop into a cotton basket. It is dumped into the wagon and then into the gm house, and does not get fairly started before night, and before anyone knows it the gmhouse is on fare and burnt. "Big fares m warehouses, he con tinued, "are often caused by careless drivers, who smoke as" they drive the cotton to town. The tiniest kind of a spark will sink into a bale, and if not discovered will burn thousands of dollars worth of cotton. That is why buyers always carry as much insurance as they can get. I'heYe is no telling when j. big hre is go ng to occur." Americus (Cra.) Record. HOMING PIGEONS. Birds That Have Been Taken From Ner York to Chicago and Found Their Way Home Again. "Are there many homing pigeons owned in Providence,'.' asked a ; News reporter of a well-known fancier Satur day. "Well, yes, there are; more than many people have any idea of." There are about thirty fanciers in the city, representing an aggregate of between 400 to 500 "birds. The homing, or. Ant Werp'pigeon, is a native of Antwerp, Belgium, and all the pigeons in this country are raised from that stock. There are no less than 100 societies in Antwerp for the flying of homing pig eons, the natives finding it their favor ite pastime; and such proportions has the sport assumed that on Sunday and fete day3 special trains are run on the railroads to carry, the birds, and' as many as 30,000 have been known to be carried away to be flown the eame day. The most prominent fancier in this country, and the man who has probably imported more pigeons than any other, is John Van Opstal, of New York, who has given the majority of his life to the study of birds. In the training of pigeons for flying much care and a great deal of patience is neces ary. '. . The young birds are at -1 first ; taken about a mile away, and at first are re luct.mt to leave the basket. They are carried in d fferent directions, so lhat they ma' become familiar with the city c r town",; after -which, the distance is gradually increased from five to fifteen miles each time. Several are kept in training from this city to New York. One characteristic of the homing p'geons is that they will alight on no other than their own roof. "When a race is to- take place the club number or letters is stamped in ink usually on the third or fourth flight ftather of one of the wings, and each ovyner has also his name and residence stamped upon the wing." The longest flight made last year in this country was from Salem, O., to Jerse ' City, a distance of 704 miles, and this year thatdistnncs has been ex ceeded, several b rds flying from Chi cago to New York. These birds are much hardier tha i co nraon h'gh-class p'geons, and need less care and atten t on. Frovidente (R.J.) News. A worm which thirty years ago de stroyed many of the pine trees in .worifa Carolina is again making havoc this geasor RELIGIOUS AND EDUCATIONAL. The college which has the largest number of graduates in Congress is the University of Virginia; Harvard stands second and Yale third. Amherst College is said to be the only institution of its kind that provides a special reading-room for the maga zines and papers of other colleges, v A striking influence of Christianity in the barbarous period of Europe is contained in Alcuin's letter to Charle-: magne, wherein he reminds him to show mercy , to prisoners, even as God will show mercy to him. Anatomy is more important than Latin or mathematics combined at the Edinburgh University, $16,000 being paid as annual salary to its professor, against $7,600 allowed to each of the professors of the other branches. Germans, who have hitherto been blind to thef act .that the all work and no pla y. system of high schools ha re sulted in making more than half of the educated classes short-sighted, are now awaking to the ' fact and are making a move to give the children more exercise. Dr.Wolfsoerg, the noted physician, says: " On the proper education of our chil dren, based on correct physiological principles, rests the future of the Em pire." The class of '75 of the College of the City of New York has given its alma mater a rare electrotype collec tion of ancient coins taken from the collection in the British Museum. There are 375 distinct pieces, both sides of each coin being shown. They em brace the gold and silver coinage from 700 B. C until the birth of Christ, and the bronze coinage under the Roman Empire during' the first two centuries of the Christian era, thus representing a complete history of ancient coinage. The electrotypes are colored in exact fac-simile of the originals. N. . .I'rib une. Rev. C. H. Spurgeon recently issued his 1,800th ' printed sermon- in regular succession. He said in a meet ing that he had been five years in pre paring these 1,800 sermons for the press. He did not mean in getting them ready to preach, or the time "re quired in preaching them, but the ab solute time spent in revising the short hand report preparatory to sending the sermons to the printer. - He never could get any sermon done in less than a whole day, and if they divided 1,800 by 365, they w-ould get five years or thereabouts. WIT AND WISDOM. "What is the stuff that dreams arc made of?" inquires a poet. If he wants to manufacture a hrst-clas3 variety dream, lobster salad can be highly rec ommended. Boston Post. - -Think of your own faults the first part of the night (when you are awake), and of the faults of others the latter part of the night (when you are asleep). Chinese Proverb. - Traveler, to railroad newsboy: Can you get me 'Anderson's Antiqui ties,', sonny?" "Yes, sir. Next: sta tion's an eatin' house, and you can get a sandwich for five cents. Golden Days. "Mr. Smith, do you dye your hair?" asked the small boy. "No;why did you think so?" "O, I dunno, only it's Wack, and sister said she reckoned you was bdrn light-headed. ' ' Chicago Tribune. "Did you hear any disturbance or outcry on the street last night, about twelve o'clock?" asked Kosciusko Mur- ly of his friend Gilhooly. "No, I didn't hear anything in particular. But why do you askr "I was going home from an oyster supper, and I slipped and fell right in front of your house. I thought perhaps 'If reedom shrieked when Kosciusko fell.'" Texas Sift ings. . . She Beats Them All. There's the girl with the smiling' face, The girl with the witching eye. There's the girl with stately grace, -And the girl that is modest and shy; j.nere s iue girt wilu iub winning tur, The girl that's reserved and cold, Tbere'B the girl with the curly hair, . And the girl that is rather old ; There's the girl that is grand and tall. The girl with the dimpled chin, But the girl that beats them alt . IB IUO gl uwt uu guv IUV uu. All hopes blasted: -Jenks "Ah," Blinks, glad to see you. How is Mrs. Blinks and the baby P" Blinks "Well very well; only I am a little disappointed in the baby." "Disappointed! Why, it's a boy, isn't it?" , "Yes, but you know the desire of my heart has been to have a son to succeed me as editor of the Evening Clarion" ; "Yes, and no doubt the -youngster will inherit his father's talents." "But he won't" "Won't?" "No; I shall never be able to make anything but a morning paper editor out of him. He sleeps all day and stays awake all night" Philadel phia Call. Painful Suspense "My dear," he said as he entered the house, "who is that gentleman 'across the street?" "I am not sure, but I think he is an old beau of mine." "How long has he beea waving his handkerchief?" "Oh, more than half an hour." "Is he trying to flirt with you?" "That's just what an noys me. He may mean it for me, or for the lady in the bay window above. If it's for me I ought to know it, and if it's for her I'll never sneak to the shame faced thing again s long as I live! Oh, George! you don't know how vexatious and uncertain it is to have roomers above you! I wish we had a little cot tage of our own." Detroit Free Press. : 1 sf t -" -' A Fretful Hostess. No hostess is to be more dreaded than then one who frets under her duties. If she is absent-minded at the table and conscious of the blunders in the service she is an affliction to all about her. . Let mistakes go. An easy, attentive . bearing is worth all ; ; the angel's food and wine and jelly in crea tion; for is it not the essence of the angr itself that which outs m thoroughly at our ease? Oblivion is an Absolute essential after the guests are seated at the table. One must be un conscious of mistakes' if they occur. We have known instances when an evening has been marred by the obvi ous anxiety on the part of the ladies that nothing should go amiss. In con sequence, everything went wrong. Let us then have frequent entertainments and less expensive ones. Baltimore Herald. . .