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AN OBJECT LESSON.
A rr5.lty ds' w,th sott. eye
Atnnon)f, soft hlr. In color blue!
And tan and white, which parted Ilea
VThia elt,,r ,lda' Uown neck a,l(1 back,
ine children ay he Is a dude
Hecause hit h ilr thin splits, and w
Smile ut the apt similitude.
Which suits onr docKle to a T.
Of course he It n pet with all
V r,.horac' lnclUt"ns wife and me,
Uo.ll run to catch the children's ball.
MfAnd It would make you laugh to sea
Tne,antlcs he will cut at plav;
. .J.,JflTe hls paw 'our h3nd to shalts.
And hide his foxy head away
Hotw xt his paws'when e'er you take '
An earnest look Into his eyes.
Ah! then, how bashfully they fall
lour gaze; bar. more than all, I pma
His waving, pretty, waspish tall.
r.ot for Us graceful, pretty curves.
Us waving hair, In block and white;
Dut for his waff, which I observe
Is his expression for del ght.
"When, home returning, on tho street
Vile sees me coming, wag and bark
My eye and ear unfailing greet.
Ills muster's welcome always mark.
I cm not do the smallest thing
To him. give e'en a word, or look, s
Or yet a crust of dry bread Ming
Tohltn. -bit th it his xag Is shook.
Fo tin .n fi mi hts gratitude.
Aid what a lesson does he te.ich
To animals of nobler brood
Who, unlike htm. have gift of speech.
The dog, my friend, will wag his tall
To speak his thanks for what you do
Or say. If kind, he'll ne or fall
In this. My friend, how is't with your
When morning comes, with rosy light,
10 uiss your eyelids, as you He
nefreshed with stumbers of the night.
Have you no graceful thanks to say
To Him, whose mercy, while you slept.
Watched over you In tender love,
an health and strength your being kept
Thai you may forth to duty movef
And as the day goes happy by,
Each passing hour with mercy fraught.
Is there no upward glance of eye,
Nor in your heart one grateful thought
Of Htm. "The Otver of all good"
Which comes to man, whose loving hand
Provides alike for all their food
And by whose power alone they stand?
Tho social joys which bless thy lot;
Tho powers or mtnd, and soul and heart;
Aro these good gifts, or are they not?
It yes, whose hand did them Impart?
If to give thanks for these you fall.
Of your intelligence don't brag;
But think awhile of doggie's tall,
And learn the lesson of Us wag
I-'. It. Southmayd, in Inter O.-ean.
A SLIP OF THE PEN.
An Annoying, But Not Altoarethsr
It was all Dicky Carshalton's fault.
Iu many respects an amiable youth,
lio can not be said to bo possessed of
tho finer feolings. and, perhaps, is not
V-awaro of the extent of tho discom
fort he produces in more sensitive
people. A frequenter of parties of
every description, ho is fond of vary
ing the monotony of the social routine
by various little practices. Of those,
his favorite, not, alas! peculiar to
himself, is commonly known as spoil
ing sport. Whenever Dicky sees a
pair of pooplo who appear to take
particular delight in one another's
. society, showing a tendency to seek
v unto themselvos retreats, he is never
I satisfied until, by some bold stroke or
cunning stratagem, he has succeeded
in separating them; or. at least, in
destroying their enjoytuont for the
rest of one evening.
Tho happy possessor of an exhaust
less supply of self-confidence and the
(most bruzon impudence the objects
tof his attack, moroov r, boing, from
ilvoly defenseless it is heedless to
uuu inui, uiuuu Kiutij iiua ma iuii
Hiros on record, they are greatly out
istripped in numbers by his successes,
ibo there is nothing wonderful in the
Jfact that Dicky was at tho bottom of
that unfortunate affair with Jack
' Matters had long been in a delicate
and critical state between those young
jpeoplo. Jack had told himself over
land over again that Ethol was a Hi ft,
V find that he, for one, had no intention
C -f ...1.1 i.:... ,if iit r
w mji iiuuiiii; iiiiiisuii lu tiiu nab ui iiur
victims; while Ethol had relieved her
oolings by ropoatedly assuring herself
that Jack was a cross follow who
oared for nothing but his books, and
was quito impervious to the charms of
But that night at tho Warringtons'
things rentlv did seem to bo tnkincr a
L turu for the better. Ethel had boldly
turned tier duck: uu iiuu-u.-uuz.uii uuiur
. , i i. i j . 1
.. .1 -. ! ,i on.l Tn tr trrncr flnur.t
Into her honest eyes, was rapid
ly forgotting the doubts and fears
which had tormented him during the
There is no knowing what might not
have happened had it not been for
Dicky, who came up to them at this
hopeful stage of affairs, his shoul
ders in his ears, his hair brushod to a
picety, and with tho most unmistaka
ble look of mischief in his prominent
"Good evening, Miss Mariner," ho
said, taking Ethel's hand In his and
squeezing it with empressment, and
then tho two poor things, suddenly
awakening from their dream, stood
there chill and helpless while Dicky
fired off his accustomed volley of chaff,
and Ethol, with feminine presence of
mind, ventured onono or two little pop
guns on hor own account
Miss Mariner," ho said at last,
with a satlsllod glunco at Jack's sul
Jen face, "have you been into tho
conservatory? They've put up a lot
.lecrumptlous tete-a-tete chair you can
Poor Ethel lookod up at Jack, who
stood! by, furious and sulky.
"Ho is only too glad to get rid of me.
Ho han't tho ordinary kindness to res
cue mo from tins bora And 1 have
been so horribly nmluble to him," she
thought in despair.
"If sho llkos that popinjay, let her
go with him! I'm sorry for hor taste,
that 8 an. roueoieu uuuk, uuu in un-
Other, minute fciqol . louuu herioll
"tin Dicky, whose largo eyes were
roiung triumphantly in the light ol
the rose-colored lamps,
ono am not succeed in making hei
-ape im it was time to go home.
lack was nowhere to bo seen, and she
drovo back in the chill gray Morning
"uu Ul Heaviest heart she had known
tor many years.
Ethel, ' said her mother at break-
iast tno next morning, "did you havo
a pleasant tlmo at the Warringtons?"
"Oh. yes. mamma." said Ethel.
urcarily. She was pale and heavy
eyed; I think she had not slept all
.1 A ...1 ...1. . . n
uu nuu wero merer went on
Mrs. Mariner, hoiping herself to but
tered eggs with cheery briskness
tutiel enumerated various people.
uu iiiKv larsnauon, sue con
cluded, "and Jack Davenant."
Tho last name slipped out with ex-
aggerated carelessness, and yet it was
whirring about in the poor girl's head.
and had been dotng so for tho last livo
or six hours, like an imprisoned blue
bottle in a glass.
"Jack Jack Jack Davenant." Was
sho never to have another definite
"By tho bye." said Mrs. Mariner, as
sho rose from table, "will you send a
note to Florence Byrne? I want her
to lunch here to-morrow at 1:30 tho
Singletons are coming."
T. . 1. -I . . . ... . .
ciuei moveu to me writing; table,
blushing faintly. Sho remembered
that Mrs. Byrne was Jack Davonant's
"Half-past one. recolloct," cried
her mother, as she rustled from the
Ethel listlessly took up hor pen, and
pulled a sheet of paper toward her
It was not stamped with the address.
but she failed to notice this, and be
gan at once
"My dear Mrs. Byrne
Ihen sho stopped short, and the
buzzing in her bruin wont on worse
I ho note got written at last, all but
the signature, and then she besran to
wonder dreamily If slfe should sign
norseu "lours, very sincerely, or
"Yours affectionately. "
"Ethel. Ethel." cried her mother,
putting her head in at the door, "I
am going out. Givo mo tho note for
Florence; I can take it to the post"
Guilty and ashamed, Ethel seized
her pen and wrote hastily, but in a
"Yours very sincerely,
neither camo to lunch
the Mariners' invita
Mrs. Mariner oxpressed sur
at this want of courtesy, and
apologized to tho Singletons for hav
ing no ono to meet them.
"Are you sure. Ethol, you told her
tho right day? Flo. ence is in town, J
know, and it is so unlike her to b
"I think it was all right, mamma
rmoi repuou, vaguely, ana never
gave another thought to tho matter
But on tho morning of the next day.
as sne was practicing ner singing in
trje great holland-shroudod drawing
room, tho door was flung open to ad
mit a benign and comely lady, who
advanced smilingly towards her.
iirs. lsyrnr: ' cneu htnel, in some
surprise, getting oil tho music-stool.
Mrs. Byrne established herself com
fortably in a deep arm chair, then
bockoned tho young girl mystoriously
with a well-gloved linger: "Come
over hore, Ethol."
Ethel drew a low stool to the other
ti. i tu i
siae anu sat uown, smiling, Dut mys
Mrs. Byrne played a little with tht
clasp of the silver-mounted hand-bas
which she carried, from which, hav
ing at last succeeded in opening It,
sho produced a stamped envelope ad'
dressed to herself.
"Do you know that handwriting?"
sho said, flourishing It before Ethel
"it is my own; l wrote to ask: you
to lunch, poor Ethel answered,
simply, whllo the thought flashed
across hor mind that
probably gone mad.
"Road It, then,"
Mrs. Byrne had
cried the lady,
with an air of suppressed amusement
which lent color to tho notion.
Ethol unfolded it quickly, then sal
transfixed like one who receives a sud
den and fatal Injury. For before her
horror-stricken eyes glared these
words, In her own baud-writing:
"Yours very sincerely, Jack Daven
ant." "What does It mean?" sho cried at
last, in a hoarso voice, for it seemed
that some fiendish magic had been at
"That's what I want to
Mrs. Byrne answered more
JV S T f
"I received this note the day before
yesterday. There was no addross,
and the handwriting was certainly not
Jack's. Nor Is my cousin tho least
llkoly to invito mo to lunch at his
chambers. So I wrote off to him at
once, und told him to drop in to din
ner If ho had any thing to say to me."
Ethol had risen to hor feet, and wa
standing with a little frozen smllo on
her face, but at this point sho broko in
"Did you show him Mr. Davenant,
Mrs. Byrno nodded. She was not a
person of delicate perceptions, nnd
had come hero bent on a little harm
less atmiHoment; but somehow te
amusement was not forthcoming.
Ethol clasped hor cold hunds to
gether In a frouzy of despair. She
knew that Jack wus familiar with her
handwriting; hud hi not made lltt!
i..aiiy seated tn the toto-a-toto chair
criticisms', severe nnd tondor. on tho
occasional notes of invitation which
she hd addressed to him?
"Jack said he knew nothing about
tho note and hadn't tho ghost of an
idea what it meant."
'Oh. Jack. Jack." cried Ethel's
heart in parenthesis, "what.rnust vou
think of me?"
Mrs. Byrne went on: "Grace Allison
:ame in later, and tho mystery was
cleared up. Sho swore to your hand
writing, and we concluded 'you Imd
done it in a fit of absence of mind.
Poor old Jack, how sho did chaff him!"
Ethel was trying to recover her
presence of mind.
'How could I have made such a
stupid mistake?" she said, with a
short laugh. "I suppose I was pursu
ing some train of thought. I had met
your cousin at a party tho night before
vou know how it is."
Mrs. Byrne was sorry for the girl's
It s a mi.stake any one miirht havo
made, though you must own it wit
rather funny. However. I can assure
you this It won't get any further.
Jack is scarcely likely to tell, and
Graoo has sworn on her honor."
Ethol laughed again, nieaninglessly.
As far as sho was concerned tho whole
world was welcome to know It now.
Xo deeper disgrace could befall ho .
"I wonder if he is shrieking with
laughter, or merely sick with disgust,"
the poor girl thought, when her obtuse
and amiable visitor had at last do
parted. "Oh. how I hato him! how I
hate hlin!" which was hard on Jack.
considering that his own conduct in
the matter had beon irreproachable.
But Ethol was itrno mood for justice.
It seemed to her that sho had utterly
betrayed and disgraced horsolf; that
never again could sho venture to show
herself in a world whore Florence
Byrne. Grace Allison, and. above all.
Jack Davenant. lived, moved and had
Sick with shame, hot and cold with
anguish, poor Ethel sat cowering in
the great drawing-room like a guilty
Ethol astonished hor family at din
ner that evening by inquiries as to the
state of tho feuuilo labor market iu
Undo Joe. a philanthropic parson.
who happened to bo of tho party, de
lighted to find his pretty niece taking
an interest in a subjeot so little friv
olous, delivered himself of a short
lecturo on tho subject
Ethol sighed at hearing that there
was so little demand for tho work of
educated women (save the mark!) in
that distant colony, and began to turn
her thoughts toward Waterloo Bridge.
Ethel funks on being an old maid.
She knows that positively any girl can
lassoo a husband in Now Zealand,'
her brother Bob romarked, In a chal
But Ethel bore it wim uninteresting
meekness; perhaps, sho told horsolf
she was a husband hunter after all!
After dinner sho put on hor hat and
stole out into tho street Sho had been
indoors all day, and could bear It no
longer. Tho Juno evening was still as
light as day. and simple-minded
couples wero loitering with frank af
fection in Regent's Park. Sho had not
gone far boforc sho saw a large, fa mil
iar figure bearing down in hor direc
Oh. how 1 hate him I hate him!"
she thought again, while her heart
beat with maddening rapidity. "If ho
has a spark of kindness in him he will
pretend not to .see me."
nut oacK, ior it was no, mauo no
such pretense. On tho contrary, ho
not only raised his hat, but came up
to her with outstretched hand. Sho
put hor cold fingers mechanically into
his, and scanned his face; thore was
neither mirth nor disgust in it, and
tho thought Hashed across her. chill
ing, whllo it relieved hor, that he
probably attached littlo Importance to
an incident to which sho, knowing hot
own secret, had deemed but ono Inter
pretation possible. And then, boforo
she know what had happened. Jack
was walking along by hor side, pour
ing out a torrent of indignant re-
proachos as to hor desortion of him in
favor of Dicky Curshalton at tho War
"it is you!" cried Ethol, with spirit.
for tho uhoxpocted turn of affairs re
stored her courage; "it is you, Mr.
Davenant, who wore unkind, to stand
by and lot old friends be victimized
without striking a blow in their be
half! Pray, what did you expect me
to do? Was I to havo t-aid: 'No, tbank
you, Mr. ("arshalton, 1 prefer to stay
horo with Mr. Davenant?' "
And, if you had said it, would It
have been true?"
She changed her tone suddenly.
"Dicky U such a bore! I think I
prefer any one's society to his."
Ho stopped short in tho path, solzlng
both her hands, und looking down ut
her with atom and passionate eyes.
A cloo-linkod couple strolling by
remarked to ono another that thoro
had boon a row, then refreshed them
selves with a half dozen kisses.
Ethel," said Jack, in an odd voico,
"it's no use protending. You do think
of me sometimes. I happen to know
Sho was looking up at hire, but at
this allusion tho swoot faro flushed
and drooped suddenly.
Ethel" Jack's voico
strunger and stranger; wus
to laugh or cry? und why
did ho speak so lovv?--"Ethol, do you
know whut signature I shou'd like to
sco to your letters?"
This was too much.
'No, I don't" sho llft;d b r Hushed
face; tho cruel tears sbunuuiiu tjiurtod
in hor eyes.
"Can't you gupss?'1
Tho momentary defiance had died; a
Tery weak whisper came from tho pale
"Can't you guess? Then I shall tell
you, Ethel? 'Ethel Davenant' that'
what 1 should like to seo at tho bottom
of all your letters. Shall I evor see
Further explanation is needless.
When next they met Mr. Carshalton.
both Jack and Ethol were beyond the
roach of his manouvors. Temple Bar.
A Peculiar I'lirnsitology Ireloied hj the
Interest Tkrn In tho Umn.
As a natural result of tho wide
spread interest iu base-ball, a nomen
clature of the field has sprung up
which Is pure Greek to tho unltiated.
What would a man ignorant of tho
game make of such printed expres
sions as "muffs," "fungoes." "sky
scrapors." "steals." "slukes." "balls"
and a hundred other kindred expres
sions? But each ono of these has a
significance which opens a whole land
scape of possibilities to the ball crank.
Theso words aro keys to the crucial
positions In tho gamo to the man who
understands them. In addition to this
phaso of tho subject there are thousands
of well-paid critics whose business Is to
keep records and to make comments
on the game and tho players. Those men
ruko mythology and history to find
metaphors In which to oxpross orig'
inal ideas. This is a peculiarly oner
ous duty, from the fact that tho gamo
Is capable of only a limited number of
combinations, and as the same plays
must occur indefinitely In evory game,
tho reporter has an onerous time of it.
The following specimens of descrip
tion is given as a sample of what kind
of writing Is required of tho first-class
base-ball roportor. Tho description
appertains to a critical play tho tly
catch, on which may haug the fate of
"Anson smote tho ball square in tho
nose in a way that startled tho seams
and away sailed the sphero toward the
blue sky. Eyes watched it in its grace
ful flight, and among them was a pair
owned bv Goro.
"He took one glanco to determine
the spot where grass and horsehido
would meet unless flesh Intervened and
a quick run through tho grass of sev-enty-livo
feet. Thou ho sat his heels
heavily in tho sod and raised his hands
above his head in the position of a
Pagan asking succor of tho sun, hi
calf und thigh muscles stiffened und
his teeth chucked togothor. It was a
moment of intense anxioty whon five
housaud bleachers raised from thoir
seats, with bated breath, with dilated
nostrils, nnd while the sphere, stained
with grass juice, was scooting through
space like a falling meteor, Pfeffor
was standing on tho first bag in the
attitude of a runner waiting for the
word 'Go.' The umpire stood waiting,
with judgment in his eyos; the rose
buds in the grand stand, with purtod
lips, wbro waiting; tho boy in the treo
outside tho fenco was so absorbed that
he did not notice his heart beating a
quick tattoo against his ribs us he
glued his eyos on tho falling ball. A
stillness like that preceding a cyclone
on tho Caribbean Sea was over all tho
sceuo. Tho ball descended with ac
celerated 3peed as it neared tho earth.
Now It was ono hundred feet away,
now only fifty, ton, five. Then It was
gripped between Goro's palms like a
June bug in tho jaws of a bat. A
shout went up such as saluted tho ears
of Spartacus whon he thrust his blnde
through tho lion's heart in the Roman
arena. Tho susponso was over, mon
stood on thoir feot and howled their
frenzied delight at tho superb feat,
and pandemonium roignod for nearly
a minute. Goro threw tho ball to the
pitcher, modestly bowed his thanks
for tho ovation and tho gamo wont on.
ino incident consumed loss than a
minute, and yet how much of human
achievement, how much of passion
had boon squeezed into that brlof
space." N. Y. Star.
A Beetle That Eats Floors.
State Entomologist Ltntner has re
ceived from Howe's Cave a specimen
of beetle which has riddled a painted
kitchen floor in that place. Tho holes
are ubout a quarter of an Inch in diam
eter. The beetle is about an inch long,
gray, with black volvoty dashes on Its
wings, and tho malos have horns.
Prof. Liutner finds that tho depredator
is the long-horned plne-boror (Mono
hatnus confusor). Its larva, or grub,
is the ono that causes tho Injurious
and unsightly burrows so often seen
in pino lumber. In this instunco the
grubs must havo been in the pino logs
before they wero suwed into flooring.
From some unknown reason tho grubs
occasionally remain in a dormant or
unchanged condition for a long time.
In tho museum of the Peubody Acad
emy of Science at Salom, Mass., one of
these beotlos Is preserved which had
eaten its way out of tho wood
of a pine bureau which was made
fifteen years bofore. As showing
a greater Imprisonment of beetles
in furniture it Is traditionally said
that iu 178G u son of Gcnerul
Israel Putnam, resl ding at Williams-
town, Muss., hud a tublo mudo from
ono of his upplo trees. Out of this,
twenty years afterward, u long;horncd
beetle gnawed his way, and a second
one burrowed his way out twenty
eight yours uf tor tho tree was cut down.
N. Y. Times.
Typewriter Agont "1 called to
seo you In reference to vour tvno-
wrlter. Would you exchungo If you
could got somo improvements?" Mer
chant "I can't; I'm unpaged to hor."
frit TEST' OF'VVIEN
Acquisition of Fain leptndut largely
Tho nature of every man Is mystcr?
Ions, so immeasurable nnd unfathom
able, that what seems to others tho
narrowest mental organization may
contain within itsolf unexpected re
jources. This is tho hidden cause of
tho invariable appearance of great men
in times of national trial and distur
bance. At such times, quiet, unure
tending individuals come to the front by
tho forces of nature that formerly lay
concealed within tliem. and they win
fame, perhaps immortal fame, like
Cromwell. Grunt. Lincoln, for qualities
that would scarcely havo attracted no
tico In common life and in o-diuary
times, llie Tact ot such appearance
of great men ought to warn us all
against the presumption of setting
bounds to tho future of any oikv oxoep
In matters whoro technical excclleii
is a necessity. If a man can not play
tho fiddle at thirty years of :re we may
wifely predict that ho will never be
come an inromnlUhi'il violinist but
when there is no technical obstacle tho
limits can not bo tlxed.
Scott fell into novol-writing accident
ally, and a very trivial circumstance (n
search for fishing-tackle that made him
stumble upon- the unfinished manuscript
of "Waverly") caused htm to resume
it after a first abandonment George
Eliot spent hor time in translating Gor
man philosophical books, not nt all sus
poctlng tho existence of hor own gifts
as a novelist, until Lowes urged hor to
make experiments A possible external
causo In either of these casos would
havo left tho gift dormant forovor. If
Byron had not oppeared Scott would
have remained the first poet, so that ho
would not havo turned to proso; for
Shelley and Keats counted for hardly
anything in thoso days, and Words
worth was unpopular. If Miss Evans
had married a rich ordinary man tho
intellectual side of hor nature would
havo ovorshadowed the artistic, and sho
would never havo boon any thing more
than a student nnd oxpoundor of phi
losophy. Unthinking pooplo express
nn astonishment at examples of this
kind, which is in itsolf unreasonable.
They think it very surprising that any
ono should succeed in a pursuit for
which he has not boon trained, but that
never happens. P. G. Hatuorton, In
POINTS FOR SMOKERS.
Ilotv toC.irry tlie rritgrunt Iluvuuns With
out llrpitkliig Tliuin.
Hero Is a point for smokers: It Is
given by n man who not only smokes
cignrs very frequently, but sells them,
Ho says If you will carry your cig
ars in your waistcoat pockot with
tho mouth end down thoro will bo
loss likelihood of tho tobacco becoming
brokon or tho wrapper being unrolled
than if you carry thorn with tho match
nnd ut tho bottom. Hero Is u second
point: If you are a billiard player, don't
put them In tho pockot on tho right
sido, for tho constant moving of tho
arm lu the manipulation of tho cuo will
wear upon that side, and, If It does not
result In crushing tho tobacco, will so
looson the wrapper that tho smoking of
tho cigar will bo an annoyance- rather
than n ploasurc. - -'
And horo Is a third point: If thoro Is a
slight fooling of miuseu, tako a drink
of water to clear tho throat, and if you
would bo sure absolutely of preventing
any serious sickness, throw your cigar
away and stop smoking altogether for
an hour or o. Another point which a
gentleman who hoard theso throo ad
vanced suggested is that if by any
causo it do comes necessary to let a
cigar go out, it will be a good schomo
not to tako a flnal puff, but to make a
'blow and oxpol tho smoko from tho
burning ond. This clears tho roll of
tobacco from the smoko, nnd, ovou if
tho firo dies out, it will bo found upon
relighting that the cigar is of good lltv
vor. In fact, an export has said that
If a roally good cigar will bo Improved
by letting it go out, following this plan
and then lighting It again. Pittsburgh
A Hint That Was Understood.
Tho story Is told of Uov. Canon Mol
vlllo, who has just rosignod the rectory
of Great Wltloy, Worcestorshiro, which
was prosontod to him by tho late Earl
of Dudley in 1857; that nt the tlmo tho
living uocamo vacant iur. aioivhio was
attached to tho housohold of tho do
censed nobleman in tho capacity of
chuplain, and having to preach at It
ley boforo his noble patron, ho boldly
declared his doslro to become rector of
tho parish in a sermon founded on tho
toxt: "Lord, romombor David." (Du
vid is tho Canon's Christian name.)
He ropoatod that text again and again
with much unction. There wns no mis
taking his desire oxprossod in it; and
Lord Dudley gavo him tho living. N.
The most egotistical of the United
States, "Mo."; most religious, "Mass.";
most Asiatic, "Ind."j father of Statos,
"Pa."; most maidenly, "Miss."; host lu
tlmo of flood, "Ark."; most usoful lu
haying time, "Mo."; decimal State,
"Tonri."; State of oxelnmatlon, "La.'
most astonishing State, "O,"; most un-'
healthy State, "III,"; Stute to cure the
sick, "Md."; Stuto for students,
word us full,
not a Statu for
"Ono advuntago of
tage," says a writer uu
that It is easily heated."
true, a small cottago iu
it small cot
This Is very
the middle ol
July Is warm enough for
Js not wholly iiiiroiisonablu.
Men who novor tip aro always mo,
violent iu denouncing tho evil.
TREED BY AN ELEPHANT.
Despernt night of a Ilnntar In Search oC"
Elophnnts in a wild state aro remark
ably exclusive, so much so that if an
Individual bocomos in any way hope
lessly separated from his own hord he
is not permitted to join any other. Be
ing compelled to livo thus by himself
ho develops a peculiarly vicious dispo
sition, and is commonly known and
dreaded iu India as a "roguo ele
phant" In tho "Natural History of Ceylon"
thoro Is a story which illustrates both
tho blood-thirsty temper and tho ex
traordinary Intelligence of such ani
mals: Wo had expected to como up with
the bruto whoro it had been seen half
an hour boforo. but no sooner had one
of our men. who was walking foremost
seen the animal ata little distnuco than
ho exclaimed: 'Thorn! thoro!" and Im
mediately took to his heels, and wo all
followed his example.
Tho elephant did not see us until wa
had run fifteen or twenty paces from
the spot whoro wo turned. Thou ho
gavo chase, screaming frightfully as ho
The Englishman managed to climb
tree, and tho rest of my companions did
tho same. As for myself, I could not,
although I made ono or two groat of
forts. But there wns no time to be lost
The elephant was running at mo with
his trunk bent down In a curvo toward
At this critical momont Mr. Lindsay
hold out his foot to me, with tho help of
which and thou tho branches of tho
treo, which woro three or four foot
above my head, 1 managed hastily to
scramble up to a limb.
Tho elephant enmo dlroctly to the
tree, tiud attempted to forco It down.
First ho colled his trunk around tho
stem and pulled with all his might but
with no effect Then ho applied his
head to tho troo nnd pushed for sovcral
minutes, but with no bottor result Ho
then trampled with his foot all tho pro
jecting roots, moving as ho did so sor
oral times around tho troo.
Lastly, failing In nil this, and sooing
n pllo of timber, which I had latoly cut,
a short distance from us, ho removed it
all, thirty-six piocos, ono at a tlmo, to
tho foot of tho troo nnd piled It up in a
regular buslnoss-llko manuor. Then
placing his hind foot on this pilo ho
ralsod tho foro part of his body and
reached out his trunk, but still ho could
not touch us, as wo woro too far abovo.
At this point tho Englishman fired,
and tho ball t' ok effect soiuowhoro on
tho elephant's head, but did not kill
him. The wound mudo him only tho
Tho next shot, howover, lovolod him
to the ground. I brought tho skull ot
tho animal to Columbo, and it la still to
bo soon at tho housoof Mr. Arniitage.
ORIGIN OF LANGUAGE.
It Is Unquestionably Due to the
lion ol Niiturul Sounds.
No stibjoot has boon more fertile of
speculation than tho origin of languaffo,
and on fow porhnps loss satisfaction can
bo obtained. Tho Jows positively in?
ist that the Hobrow tonguo Is tho
prlmitivo lunguago, and that spokon by
Adam and Evo. Tho Arabs, howovor.
disputo tho point of antiquity with tho
Hcbrows. Of all tho languages oxcept
tho Hobrow, tho Syrlac has had tho
greatest number of advocates, especi
ally among tho Eastern authors. Many
maintain that tho langungo spokon by
Adam Is lost, and that tho Hobrow,
Chaldco and Arabic are only dlaleoU
of tho original tonguo. Goroplus pub
lished a work In 1080 to provo that
Dutch was tho language spokon
In Paradise. Androw Komp main
tained that God spoko to Adum in Swo-
dish, Adam answerod tn Danish, and
Eve spoko French, whllo tho Persians
bollovo throo languagos to havo booa
spokon In Parudlso Arabic, tho most
poruiiasivo, by tho sorpont; Persian, tha
most pootlc, by Adam and Evo: and tho
Turkish, tho most threatening by tha
Angol Gabrlol. Erro claims Basque as
tho langungo spokon by Adam, und oth
ers would mako tho rolynoslnn tho
prlmitivo lnnguago of mankind. Leav
ing, howovor, thoso startling thoorios.
wo may sum up tho words of Darwin:
"With rospect to tho origin of nrtlou-
lato languages, after having road on
tho one side tho highly Interesting
works of Wodgowood, Farrar and Prof.
Sohlolchor, the lectures of tho colo
bratod Prof. Max Mullor on tho othor
sido, I can not doubt that lunguago
owos Its origin to tho Imitation and
modification, nldod by signs and ges
tures, of natural sounds, voices of
othor animals and man's own crlos.-
"Have you any offspring?" in
quired the severo, long-haired passen
ger, through his nose, of a stranger by
his sido. "Oh, yes," was tho pollto reply.
a sou." "Ah, Indeed. Doos ho uao
tobacco?" "Novor touches It In any
form." "I'm glad to hoar that To
bucco Is monstrously sinful. Doos ho in
dulge lu spirituous liquors?" "Novor
ins ted a drop in his life." "Excollent Stay
out ut nights?" "No, sir; novor thinks
of going out after Biippor." "I'm very
ploased to know this, sir. Your son Is
a remarkable young man." "Oh, ho'a
not a young man. He's a two-months-old
-Lady (to Intelligent salesman in a
bookstore) I wish to purchase a dic
tionary, If you please. Intelligent
Salesman Yes'm. Wo havo Webster's
and Worcester's, ma'am. Which will
you take? Lady (desirous of obtaining
the most complete and authoritative)
What Is the dllToronco botweon there.
may I ask? Intelligent Salesman Fif