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o f I JIKS. IIHOYVN. rrcic. Slio Is pretty ns a fairy, And her voice is soft ami low. And her chatter, light had airv Like a bnbbllna stream doth flow. Ab nhe walks the Ions verandas Of ourwntcrlnp-idnro hotel, All the rustic .lane Amandas Wish that they could be so swell, And her presence is so sunny, An she Hits about the place, You'd suppose the bees for honey Would co hunting on her face. And vou'd think, if she'd invite you Just, to call on her in town, Uow hiitnensoly 'twould delight you That's Mrs. Brown. As your eyes in ndmiration tYiii-o her tlittim; here and there, You arc lost in admiration Not iimn'mcled with despair O'er the happineM unbounded That the lucky Drown has got, And you wish the chnp confounded When you think what you have not. Oh, she's very, very pretty Yet, my friend, there's not a caso Of scandal, gossip witty Or the like, around the place, Not a case of wicked chatter, When you come to sift it down, Hut you'll 11ml that she's the mattor It's Mrs. Drown. "LITTLE MRS. HAINES." by makgahi:t vukxk. I. It was an eventful era in my young Hfo when my father announced his in tention of renting the light, airy, southern chamber of our old brown houso to a young portrait-painter who was about becoming a resident in our village during a fow weeks of the summer. Never before had an event so stirring and exciting in its tendency broken over tho monotony of my ex istence. Never before had my childish imagination been furnished with so wide a field of action or my little heart throbbed and palpitated with such a strange mixture of wonder and delight. A portrait painter under our own brown roof, within the walls of my own home what a rarochancofor my inquisitive eyes to draw in a new fund of knowledge! What an object of envy I should be to my little mates, and how daintily would I mete out to them what 1 learned from day to day of the wondrous man of tho wondrous employment. I had heard of portrait-painters bv fore, it is true, but only as I had heard and read of fairies in my little story-books, or listened to my father ns ho talked of kings and courtiers in tho great world afar off. Upon our parlor walls from my earlirst remem branco had hung portraits of my grandfathers and grandmothers, but I had no idea how their faces came stamped upon tho dark canvas, or when or by whom their shadows had been fixed within theheavy gilt frames. Like tho trees that waved by tho door, and tho lilacs that blossomed every year by tho old gate, they had to me always been so. But now my eyes wore to rest upon tho lace of ono whoso existence- had been like a myth, a fable! What a wonderful personage ho would be! What a dark visage ho would boast, nnd what n monstrous, giant-like form! How entirely unlike every per son that I had over seen or known would bo this portrait painter. While these speculations wero at their height in my busy brain, the hero made his appearance, scattering them morcile.-sly to tho four winds. There was nothinggiantlikc in the lithe.grnce ful figure that sprang from tho village coach, o" dark in the pleasant, boyish face, shaded by soft masses of brown hair, and lit up by a merry pair of blue eyes, running over with mirth and mischief. His name, too, quite like tho generality of names, had nothing wonderful of striking by which to characterize it. He -was simply Frank Hnynes, nothing more or less, and when, with a pleas ant, easy grace, ho sought to wm my childish favor I bhould have been quite at home had not tho stunning knowledge- of his art overpowered me. It was a strange freak for a child of ton summers, but somehow it crept into my baby brain that 1 must not like him, although tho while, in spito of myself, a preference for his opinions, ways and looks, grow up strong with in mo. If ho spoko to mo when nny ono was obsorving h'.m I was silent and shrank away from him timidly, but when wo wore alone I chatted and chirruped like n young robin. I think ho must have noticed this, and from it taken into his head the boyish idea of teaming mo. To him, he said, I was little Phebo I,estor no longor, "now that ho knew how much I cared for him. For tho future he should call mo .Mrs. Haynes little Mrs. llaynoe nnd f-hould bo very angry if ovuryhody in the house did not follow his example. J mwt not over have any little beaux among the schoolboys now t lint my name was changed; but I must bo prim and prop er like any married woman who was faithful to her hiwbandr "Would I ajjree to this?" he aked. I glanced up from the hem of my white miuliii apron, which I lmd been wUting about my finder, to meet my mother' eye liiiHilutitfliingly upon my Uu. in a moiiifiit my lijw wm cloned rwtalutoly, hil Mwingat oimw the omm of my ilf ra-lid out of the window Mtid ih kcl row from a liMinliW tin that "vl'1 nearly to ilw "Utile Mr. Uartm iwut .r tl IK tmn I wotii'i in w r at I ... . i II.. i . . i out ruv im Btfftiu i o (AT IUM mum UMMU and so I snitl that I would wear it, if ho wanted me to. And would 1 consent to bo called little Mrs. llnynes? (J Q"Yes, I would consent." "Then it was all right. He would never look about for a wife, nor should 1 ever look about for a husband. W e wero Mr. and Mrs. Haynes. Did that suit me?" "Oh, yes, that muted me! I like that!" "Well, then, he should havo to buy mo a little gold ring to wear upon my third linger, to let folks know that some one owned me." "No, I didn't want a ring!" "Tut, tut, tut! That would never do. People who were engaged to be married always cave such pledges. Ho should speak to father about it, so that it would be all right. If ho was willing would I wear tho ring?" "No, I didn't like rings." "Wouldn't I like a ring that he would buy?" "No I wouldn't like a ring at any rate." During his stay, which was protract ed to months instead of weeks, he strove in every wny to change my deJ termination about the engagement1 ring as lie termed it. I was inexora ble. A ring 1 would not wear. Not even when ho made ready for his de parture, and told mo that in a few weeks he should bo thousands of miles away from mo, nor when ho piled up before me pictures that ho had drawn at his leisure, during the long summer hours that hung heavily imon bis bands, would I revoke 1UV decision. I would take the finely ex ecuted drawings, and prettily framed portrait of himself, but I would have no rings. At last he went away from us. I ahull never force!, tho mornillL'. or llOW cold, dull, and cheerless it seemed to mo. How dreary and desolate every thing looked becauso ho was going away. It was no cvery-day grief that bni-o (lnu'ii nn mv vniiti! heart, no childish promiso that assured him, as ho kissed my quivering lips, that I would never forget him, and that I would nlwnvs bo his littlo Mrs. 1 Invtipq " Would I write to him and sign that name?" "Yns. T would." "I was n. rood trirl. then, and he would never force t mo. Good-bv!" "Good-by!" My voice trembled and fl,,H-n,.r1 imnnllni word. Ill 111V short lifo they were the hardest I had found to speak. llnrinrr the next two VCai'S HO hldv love could have been more faithful to br.i- jilisnnr kni'dit than I was to Frank Tin -lin4. The' brightest moments of jsy'lifo circled about the reception of his letters, the greatest joy oi mo was thorn. A nioncr in v school mates I had no childish love.no juven- lies to wait upo.l mo to sieign-riues ,1 ml nnrties that the children in the neighborhood delighted m. It I could not go nnd comoalono I would remain nt. home, whatever might bo the in dncpiiiimts offered to tempt mo fiom mv iiiiswp.rviiH' course. I was littlo Mrs. Haynes, and littlo Mrs. Haynes 1 -,io limit, imon renin inill'. But while 1 was in tho very midst of mv heroic devotion a ternuio rumor vn.K.liivl mv em-.s. n. rumor that Frank Haynes, my self-appointed lord and master, was engaged to a young and lien 11 tifnlbidv in the citv. It was a rli-nmlfnl blow to mv precocious hope ,111,1 Tll.'lllU thoimh for a long while I battled against crediting tho report, llndn'i. Frank told mo that he would never look about for a wife? That I was tho only little iaiy wno snoum bear his name? Didn't ho write me regularly every fortnight, commencing his letters "Dear littlo Mrs. Haynes," and telling mo to be faithful to him? And and would ho do this it he was engaged? No, not a bit of it! Some ore had maliciously lied about him, hail manufactured t ho story from their own wicked imagination. I would not helilvo it, though tho whole world stood up before mo and testified to its truth. As it to reward mo for my faith, and set mv prejudiced littlo mind to rights, tho next coach satFiank down nt out door. Ho thought he must come and t-ce his little wife once more, he said, as I went timidly forward to meet him, though ho thought it very bad tasto in mo to grow at such a rapid rate. Ho was afraid I'd grow out of my engagement; ho should have to put a '"loaf of hot bread on my head to keep mo within bounds. Wo had been engaged two years; I was 12 years old, and a head tailor than I was at 10. J to was going to x.urupu to stay threo or four years; what would I bo when ho returned? Ho did not dare to think. Ho believed I would bo as tall as ho by that timo. Wouldn't 1? "I hoped so," I answored, tartly, thinking tho while of tho story of his engagement. "Whowl You aro taking on tho airs of a fine young lady already, my littlo Phebe," ho answered, laughing hearti ly. "You wouldn't give mo ono of your brown curls to-day. if my honrt should bronk for it, would you?" "No, I havo none to spare." "Not one?" "Why?" '"Causo " T,ill. ivhnl V "Ilecauso she has heard strango noi't m of vou Frank." broke in re my mother, mit:hiovously. "She hasn't inu von rnh her of her curl while she doubt your siiieere.l Icgiance to her. She in a Indy of spirit, ,OI1 IM." "On my faith, he U!" he cx-ltumed. jjayly, fixing hia blue aye upon my met. "Ami I trow I'm in love with her for it. Never mind report, my little huly." o I answered only by a curl of my lijw, while he rem lied out hU hand to dm me to a tat uiMiii hi knee. "No, w "ii i -it tli.W'1 cried, Iuih iugaway lny hand, while il which had hn lomlum 'Mr ny iulu my r) e, uu - n'l'ldrii d.mhdown my bun hi; Ik k I lllievei U tlm f nrttli. lu-i i-l ' ' M dt.ii hi i If I'lit-bi- ' Tb in .. it .i I 1. 1' i i" " I' iu.ii.li im. i , ii,u. ,1 j" i 'i. t I..; ni urul tuuk In lii U.r iiiuo eytw. a In utuiwl ii4. Hxid oiluiid iy rapid, wondering expression of tender ness, as he repeated them. "Mv dear little l'hebe! May God bless vou!" 1 stole ouietlv awny from linn out ef the house, with that fervent bene diction lying fresh nnd deep upon my bi (lis i heart, ami threw myseii noun m the shade of the old orchard trees ;ind sobbed out tho heaviness that ... ti l -i pressed upon my spirits, r or noma i lnv thiini in thnmiillow Sentenibersun- shine, broodingover the little ronmn"Q that had so silently and strnnge.y grown into the woof of my almost ba- hv life. I went before my timo tor tno delicious griets that forever cling to a sweet and conscious womanhood. W hen I returned to the house 1" railK had taken his leave, but in my littlo work-basket he left a small poari uox, which contained a plaingoldring! Did I wear it? Aro you a woman, reader,' nnd ask it? it. "Phohn Phnhn! mother savs como down-stairs! There is n gentleman in the parlor wno wisnes to see j u. Tho words broke harshly into my, pleasant dreams which I had been weaving all tho long, gouien .uuj afternoon, in tho unbroken stillness ol my little chamber. At my leer, upon the carpet, with its leaves ruinpicu and crushed, lav my neglected Virgil in close proximity to a lingo Latin dictionary, while upon my lap, m a. wrinkled condition, my sewing was lvin.'. with a needle banning bv a long lino of thread, nearly to the tloor, ns if escaped luckily from a round ot, monotonous hommini.', which as yet? boasted but two stitches at its com mencement. "Who can it bo that wishes to see me?" I exclaimed, rising hastily and calling after my littlo (-year-old brother. "Who is it, Charlie?" "Don't know, it's somebody. Moth er savs come down." "Who can it be! An hour since-1 had seen a gentleman with a heavily bearded face come up tho walk, but I was too busy with my dreams to notice him very particularly. Still, as I recalled his face and figure, and his quick, springing step, tl ere seemed something strangely fanr iar in them. Who could it be? My heart beat rap idly. Surely I had seen that faco and form before, and a name-that was sin gularly dear to mo trembled upon my lips "Frank Haynes!" Ihifc I could not go down to meet him, though I was summoned a thou sand times. I did not wish to see him; wliv should I? There was no occasion foi'it. I was not tho foolish littlo girl of 12 summers whom ho had left live years ago in short frocks and curls, but a full-grown woman instead. No, I was not the same. I would not go down. Hesides, a sudden headache was nearly blindingnio. Mother could not ask it of mo when I was hardly nble to sit tin. lint what would ho think? Would ho care? Would ho still remember tenderly the little Mrs. Haynes of five years ago? Little! 1 repeated tho word as I stood before tho long mirror, which gave back to me an accurate picture of myself. A slender, passable form; nd.irk. clear complexion; large, gray eyes; a mouth whoso redness seemed to have robbed my cheeks of their color; whito teeth; a forehead broad, but not high; largo, heavy braids of chestnut-brown hair, was tho likeness framed before my eyes. I turned away with a sigh, and glanced down to my hand. Upon t lit third finger of t ho left was a plain gold circlet. Tho hot blood rushed up into my cheeks as I looked at it. 1 would wear it no long- . , ..I... 1 1 . .. i er. lie should never Know tnai j nan worn it at all. .lust then my brother came again to tho door of my room, crying out a now message "Mother says littlo Mrs. Haynes is wanted down-stairs." "I have a terrible headache. Charlie. Pleaso tell mother so," and I sank down upon a chair close by tho win dow, and leaned my head upon achnir handle. "Dear, dear! if they would but forget me!" 1 murmured to myself, as tho hum of their conversation came clear ly to my ears. An hour passed away nnd I heard the sound of voices in tho hall, then steps in tho walk below. I did not glanco eagerly from the win dow, or peer carefully from the half closed shutters, but clasped my hands tightly over my eyes till tho sound of footsteps died away in tho distance, then I crept stealthily downstairs and stepped softly into tho silent parlor, where so lately ho had boen. 1 was half across the room beforo I noticed that I was not alono, and then, beforo I could make n hasty retreat, a glad, morry voice, rich with itsgolden music, oxclaimcd: "My own dear littlo Mrs. Haynes, ns I live! How happy I am to see you!" and a hand clasped niino tightly, while n pair of bearded lips wero bent down to mine. I drew my hoad back haughtily. I was a littlo child no longer. I would not accept, oven from him, tho caresfeos that ho had bestowed upon mo five years he fore. "Ah, Mr. Haynes," I said, bowing in a dignified way, "I am ploased to seo you." My mannerchilled ntoncohis warm, genial nature. Stepping backward from mo and releasing my hand ho said, with n curl of his finely cut lips: "Your pardon, Miss Lostor; I had quite forgotten that you had grown to bo such a lino lady!" I bowed him bock a reply, flashing a quick, impetuous glanco upon him as I did so. Hut there was no pleas antry attempted on his part, and whin my mother entered tho room n few moment 8 afterand referred, laugh ingly to our eimajjemeiit, he answered her in n fow evasive word, na though the uubiect wiu not nnauieuliluoiie to him. Affair had taken an unhappy turn, but it was too late to ieiinily them, and day after day jad away, leav ing Mr. 1 1 ay tie a cold and dhitaiit a Ih had been from the moment I Ural rjHill him. I would have given world to liae rtrallad my unlucky word; J't, ainr they er mm. km, I would not uiiIk-ihI a iiionn-iii fnnu my rlm, cool dnuui). iln.unh I " UilMtrcUle and n i hd a I "il-l U Mlidki.iw that Mi un." li.n din) tt'aaf all utfl HAMS. All lit time that I lould !nd in my chamber without being absolutely rude was passed there till my strange unusual appearance was noticed by my father and mother, and my mood commented freely upon before out most. "You appear so strange, Phebe," said my mother one morning. "I really do not know how to understand you.' I'm afraid that Mr. Haynes tvill think you are not pleased to see him. Every chanco that occurs you resolutely avoid him, as though ho tverotho veriest monster, instead of a dear friend. What is tho matter?" "Nothing. Tho strangeness of my appearance is but a rellection, 1 can not help it, Mr. Haynes hates and de spises me now," 1 said, burying my tearful eves in my hands. 'Phebe!" My mother's voice was stern and reproachful, but I did not heed it. "lie does hato me, mother! hates mo ,vitha " "Your pardon, littlo Phebe Miss Lester but he does not!" broke in tin. i'Iiviiv rich voice of Mr. llavnes. "Uf all persons in the world ' lie paused, and in a moment more I iicard my mother step lightly from the room. 'I am not cold.haiighly.and proud," I said, excitedly, looking up into his face, "and I do 'like you just as well as, Well " "What, littlo Phebe?" ho asked. Mgerly, a quick expression of joy lighting up his blue eyes. "As well ns ever I did!" I faltered. "And how well isthat? So well that during nil these weary years you havo not cherished n dream of tho future that did not encirclo me? So well that every strong, passionate hope of our womanly nature has reached but constantly to mo? As well as I havo liked, ay, loved you till every pulso of your heart heats for me? As well as this, Phebe?" I covered my faco that ho might not read the whole expression of my lovo in my tell-talo eyes, and bo shocked that it had grown tobeso near a wild, passionnto idolatry. "Will you become Mrs. Haynes in truth, in earnest, Phebe?" ho asked, ilrawing mo to my old teat upon his knee. "Yes." "And will at last wear the ring?" I held up my finger before his eyes. "My own darling littlo wife; at. last my littlo Mrs. Haynes, in good faith!" lie exclaimed, covering my lips with kisses. That night thero wero sly looks and lances cast toward mo at every turn, nnd at thestipper-t able my father quite forgot himselt, and called mo "littlo 5lrs. Haynes" again. Reader, I have been n happy wife for some threo blessed, sunshiny years, and ns you may havo already conjectured, "my namo is Haynes!" Skeptical About tho Telegraph. A Government surveyor engaged in exploring some portions of the public domain had for his guide an Indian named Black Beaver. Beaver had visit ed St. Louis and thesmall towns on tho I im.. mill he Drilled himself no less upon his acquantanco with the ,e t i.:.., n l.ic CUStOniS OI 1110 WJlllC.'i 1,111111 lliun ma knowledge of tho country then being traversed. He never seemed more happy than when an opportunity was rviv,..-.',! foi- him to nhow hi superior knowledge in presence of his own peo ple. The following, from the journal ot the olliciai, snows varying neiua of credulity among tho natives: it cm hfintintiPfl. iinon one occasion. AM WW . .1 , l' v- ...... , - I - ' that I had nComancheguido who biv ouacked at tho saino lire with Bea ver. On visiting them one evening, I found them engaged in a very earnest, entlv not very amiable, conversation. On inquiring tho cause of this, Beaver answered, "I've been telling this Comancho .,.1,., t I unnii 'mom' llm white folks." "Well. Beaver, what did you tell him?" , t "I tell him 'bout tho steamboats and tho railroads, ami tho heap o "Well, what doos ho think of that?" "1 Io says I'zo heap fool." nuMint. mun diil vou toll him about?" "I tell him the world is round, but ho keep all 'o timo say, 'Hush, you fr.r,ll I In VOI1 K'llOSO I'ZO child? Haven't I not oves? Can't I seo tho niMiirin? You call him round? Ho Mivhn ko I tell vou soinu- 1o not, know before. Ono timo my grandfather ho make long Hint wnv (nointintr to tho Im tmt on liiti mountain 1r m,i linnrk vn t m' nil t Other KUlO. JIU CILII , just as flat ho can be, and ho seen tho mm I'O straight down on t'other sido.' T tl.nn toll him nil t hftSll rivet'S lie SOOIl, u - ----- - nil 'o timo tho water ho run; s'posotho 11 At i i 4.... Ik. fffliwl Utlll lin nnf. tiMinVI? 111(1?" I told Beaver it certainly looked ....w.l. Ill-,, (lint I tlwm lHked vury jiiuhi unu ..,. - -. - - i.;, i ,v, , 1 ii i ii to the Comanche the miPnotie telegraph. Ho looked at mo r . - nnliiwtuilt' mill KJIlll. "What you call that uwnotic tolo- Braph: , I Kll id. "You havo noard 01 New Yoik and Now Orleans?' noli vim ' bit renlied. "'..i-v wnlh wo have a wire eonnect ins these two cities, which nro about a thousand miles apart, and it would ..i.., r, ,,,.,,i i lih-t v (In vh t.orido itunon LIIIVU IK ,.,.. . J - -- " - i ii eood horse, how a man stands at ., ,..,! nf thin wii-n in Now York, and llliu uin , ' , ir toiwhiiwi it. n few times he matures of hiM friend in Now Orleans what ho i.,,,i W-... iii iil.-f,iMt . 1 1 in friend at New fiih.iinu toin liLn tho other end of tho ,..;-. in ten minutes the auswei AriniitH buck ham and uoh. Tell him timt lii.n vi.p." lite couiitenanco aaiimel a most comical exprewdon, but ho made no remark until I attain ritquented him to real what I had wild to thu Com-nn-lie, hen he olarvwl,-- No, captain, I not tell him that, for I don't h'liave that myaeW." l imn my aMiirtiitf him that such wa. "the fuel, and that Iliad huen it, he mild, - . .inn in. i 1 1 y miiHit ; HoiutKlinae I,. . I.m.i bin he li. li. i i'u-iiyloud; V i. a h. ,4i him hum l"i H ' mile YOU , i. ,u n hi i i t.ilK tiiiiinaiMl n.it- I i' ' 1 i"" "i' I" mi 11111111111, ma '! mi you lui " tim: CAKOLIXKS, Some Iiifuriiiiitliin About Snmn IManiU "1 hut aro Talked uf .1 list Now. New York Sun. "Where are these Carolino Islands, anyhow, and what do they amount to?" is a question which is daily made on all tho exchanges and in all tho brokers' ollices. It is niado even in tho reading rooms of many a club, wliero tho ignoranco of tho inquirer could bo easily concealed by his reter ring to nny encyclopaedia. It so hap pens, however, that the Caroline", or, ns they are sometimes called, the New Philippine Islands, havo been hereto toro of so littlo import that tho encyclopa-dias even do not impart much information in regard to them, aithough they constitute ono of tho great archipelagoes of Oceanica. "On tho chart," says an English writer, "they look like a mere sprinkling of dots upon tho broad ex imnse of the Pacilicand in reality they stretch across the ocean between Now Guinea to the Ladrones, in an almost uninterrupted chain of green and love ly reels and rocky isicis, lor some '! nnn milna " 'I'hnv were discovered in the middle of the sixteenth century by a Spanish navigator, jjojnv. oo Yillalobos, and it is. upon this fact that the Spaniards claim ownership of this archipelago, otherwise they havo never taken actual possession of tho islands, and havo no settlement upon them even to tho present day. Tho islands are supposed to form part of t he novernorshin of the old Philippin es, but they aro practically not gov ernored at all, but the natives, com posed of very good-natured brown Polynesians, l'ivo pretty much as they hl-.v u'iihfinl, hurt in'' anybody who drops upon their tint, green islets of poi-nl fni-mul ion. Thnv number about IIO.OOO, and dress in a combination ol tattooing and llowers worn in the iiiereert enrtil ees of their noses. Homo A lunric.'i ii missioni! ries hnvo I'stnblish edtluMUselves on ono of thorou), and iili Inil. Ilwi llermaiis seem to have ot late obtained control ot tho bulk of tho trade of these islands, as they have done in Mexico and at most throughout all the Spanish speaking count rios of the Pacilic Ocean MM... I... ..j r.f t l,.wii iutnlwlu 11 I'll 1111. moi'Oim mwl live client, and. although most of the islands aro flat, Ponapo and Yap (tho ono seized by tho Get' mans) aro mountainous, and seem to contain laigo amounts of mineral wealth. Ponapo seems also to con tain a stupendous basaltic wall on tho banks of a creek clothed with linlms nnd marvelous vegetation ' ' in we is snnm loot long aim ou I.. . ... ...... . , , i ii- feet high. A description says: 'i A im I nvvii v miiln of nnoi'inOUS bn Rnli iecohiiniis onens through this and leads ton court, enclosed oy ioiLy walls with an encircling terrace, all fniiMf.riiel ed with tllO 111 urisniH of basa It. There aro closed chnnihers. of t ho same natural mason. to with wiills t wenty feet thick, and Koiiin of I he Ht.ones coninosmg tins 1 1- tamo ouiiding are as inucn as ieuu ... . .i ,i.-r f.,.. by 8 in girth. '1 ho nearest spotwnere such basaltie columns nro found in their original position is ten miles oil nn Mm hich north rid"0 of tho Island. so that they must havo been conveyed , "i i to the creel: by water, ami ny a race immeiiKiirablv creator in resources and ideas than. the easy-going savagea nnw inhn hit iiif Potlimo." ,"" ......... - -t It is to ho hoped thai u tnouermuiu of this island thev will semi out some learned professors ... ,. , . i . i. ii... i...: , who will 11 id OUC V 11 tliu uuwius wero who erected this marvel loim construction. But at pros nut. tho mnin interest of tho MiiKtit.ioii is not, n' an nrcluoologica iintiii'n ltimm'iL- linsi been ilulllluillL' for some time in geographical jiohtic; abroad wnn aimost as mm-u r,m,i;in ,1 u ho formerlv ilid at homo, 'lothe wot lil nt. hirim it, is certamlv nrefera bin to hnvo out-of-the-wav islands oc cupied by Germany than by savages. I tnt.ns a 1 jondon oouieiuponu y pom is out, Bismarck is now beginning to work tho Pacilic ocean m anticipation of tho revolution which will bo created in tho commerce of tho world when the Panama canal is completed. Ho has already-picked up a sliceofNow Guinea and morothan one convenient station in Melanesia and Micronesia. If ho is allowed to continue this hunting in tho Pacific ocean, tho hnghsh anu American vessels engaged in the China, India, Australia and Now Zealand trades may find it some day very in convenient not to bo able to got n bucket of water, a basket of coal or a piece of timber without paying dues to German, Spanish or French occupants of islands which aro oithor being an nexed now or tho possession of which is claimed on tho ground of very an cient but not very reliably reported discovery. Tho wholo question is a kind of e music of tho future, and tho Span iards, after they havo cooled down from tho present excitement, will probably bo induced easily to sell fl tow of theso littlo green dots spread over tho bluo waters of tho Pncijii Ocean. Both themselves and the is lauds will bo all tho better for it, foi tho Spaniards will got somo cash wliilo tho it.ands will havo their natur al resources developed. President McCosh of Princeton Col logo, has two daughters who aro great walkers. They aro in the habit p walking to Trenton and back, a dis tanco of twenty miles, where they d their shopping. Ono day a dude ac coated MUs Bridjmt McCosh on tin road and said in the unual mamioi "Beg pardon, but may I walk will you?" She replied: "Certainly." and let hersolf out a little. Alter the first half mile tho masher bikini to gasp and then, as she paud on with t emile, ho Hat down panting on a mile wtonu and mopped the poiKpiratioi from his brow. MUh Cleveland has thus far received $7,gA0 as hur uhftro uf the protltH in ' i i I. ii I .1 i.T.l.l.., I,?, 01) 1 im- hook. It b ikLIiihiUmI that h(M will e niiliiiillv iiiiioh Qn.0fH iaiuu ut 111 a liilik demand or tlu wor Cianibling- as n Science. . "Gambling is a scientific profession! ounded upon the foibles of mankind," istutely remarked "ono of them" to i reporter, the other day, as tho two ,vero seated in tho main room of a .vatering-place gambling resort, nnd as ho reporter glanced down tho vista of I'tirkish carpets and frescoed ceilings, )f rich draperies and costly furnish- 1 I I . . . ......!...... .....KM Itll, ngs, anci saw inuuuscniiiuus ouliimi,c .,,!. . ,..W1, lltni. 'iillld 11 ml f.YtiellHlVO n-ines gliding to and fro at tho beck of ,he plavers. thc thought obtruded that fall this elegance ami luxury were tho tho foibles of mankind undo rather a satisfactory bedrock. "Yes," went on the card diplomat, it is n truism to state that tho suc- essfnl rambler must bo n close stu- lent of human nature. Of course ho -nitst, for his whole business is an evo- ution, simple and direct, of certain phases of human nnttire. Why, tho Dther day. while runningdown to iew Vork on the 'special' from here, I heard two or threo rich old .lews talking ibout this very place. One of them ivns complaining that ho had left $2,- DOO to enrich the house. " 'Oh!' said another, spreading out !iis pudgy hands, 'I felt more than' that, much more,' with a chuckle. But what do you expect, man? Wo must havo our pleasure.' t And that is uist tho keynote ot tho whole thing. There is a largo class of men who find their pleasures at the paining tablo alone, and it is this class which supports it. No other form of dissipation so panders to certain na tures as a game ot cnanco, anu intsu make and maintain tho bank. "There goes a man now, bo contin ued, "passing into tho restaurant, who is a lair typo ot tho bono and sinew of these places. Ho does not come often, but with fair regularity. Ho was in ten days ago and made a night of it. I took a cocktail with him just beforo ho went to breakfast. Ho had lost but $00, but had sacri ficed his sleep, and would wasto tho nomiiiir iln v iii mnlcim? it up. vet ho confessed with entire honesty to hav- ... , - , r f i nig had a line nigiit s sport, no ouen leaves :?f00 behind him, rarely wins, but ho can afford it, or thinks ho can, and counts it only as paying for pleasure.' flf i-nnrun others fhnn theso find their way into this and similar places,' - . . , F If ... uut they are comparatively iew. men come to retrieve fortunes lost in nat ural channels, to drown grief or dis- appointment, etc., but not in tho numbers that come to uuiuigo in mo, to thnin. iiloiiKiirnblo rack of suspense, the pain of loss, and thealways-to-be- i , e ii l. c , II i lioped-ior HUSH in iuuirj . i "I sunnose. then." observed tho re porter, quietly, "that when a man shoots himselt tnrougu ino uwm m u, gambling den tho pleasurablo pain of loss has probably been a littlesovore?" "It is possible," was tho reply, ig noring thesarcasin, "Nothingannoys a proprietor more than a tragedy. Ho will take any nieasuro to keep such emotional, high-strung temperaments from his rooms. If all tho sentiment al and sensational story book fre quenters of theso places weroeliminat ed tho bank would scarcely notice their absence. They are not tho bono niul uiiinu- of t hn fimhliiiEj harvest. It Ifl 111" in-iiu JW. VJ v,..-.w.,-n- monplnco men that yields the profits. "Undoubtedly," assented n report er, reflecting that tho nvcrago com monplace man helps along most of tho stupendous movements of tho world's machinery. Then, not eager to discuss the moral ethics of gambling, a nioro practical question was put. "Can you tell mo what is tho rent percentage of risk the bank possesses against tho player?" "Well," was tho reply, "the apparent percentage is small, and varies in tho sovoral games roulette, faro, and oth ers carrying different rates hut tho real percentage is enormously in tho bank s favor. It lies in thosamoprin ciplo of human nature that I havo just commented upon. Tho avcrago player if ho wins several consecutivo bets becomes cautious, anticipates a r.ll n llirn ill hiel.-. n nd ventures his money is accordingly. Tho result is if his good fortune continued his winnings are (imall and unimportant. On tho other hand, let him loso continuously and ho becomes excited. Ho loses his head, and pursumglhosamelino of argument; that, it is a long lano which has no turning, he increases his stakes. This policy, with continued misfortune, ends in largo lrsses. Thus, when tho hank is loser it is for" small sums, bub when winning tho gains aro largo. "What the bank is afraid ot aro tho conservative, persistent players, but thero are not many of them. There is a class of men at the European gam bling places, and a very small class, who havo reduced tho thing to a line point. These men risk every evening a single hot, always the samonmount. If tho bet wins they continuo to piny, but only so long as their profit will permit. If, however, tho first venture fails thoy quit tho tablo until tho fol lowing evening. In this way their loss is limited to the original hot, while, if fortune favors them they may win a largo amount. This policy is pursued daily, and a singlo night's winning will often furnish capital enough lor a long period of bad luck. Theso men do not enjoy gambling, but it supports them, and I havo no doubt that thoy accu mulate valuable statistics in tho ratio and proportion of games of chance. Thoy aro detested by tho officials of the place, hut their right to play aa they pleaso can not bo questioned." "But if this ho a fact," said tho re porter," "why Is not the practice more universal?" "Becauso," was tho emphatic- re spoiibe, "not one man in a thousand possesses inn requisite ciiari;ieroni.u to ho control himself under tho spur of such excitement as thogiiniing table enn oiler." "Uo professional gmnblerfl, a rule, alwajs have inoneyy" "The average proftwsloiml gambler, wiu the runly, "ia iluurt, hroUo nlim months out o(thutvulve." New oil? Thin. Mr. Bhilno hua only Igfi inoru jmnj Ofllli UOBb tJU MM