TAKE HE Alii ,
The litt le pin that sharply pricks,
A mmiMttln. mwmtt, of wtw;
?h I It r Its wond hand that ticks
HtttMIIH I tut n nut and slow,
But dine outlives our little pain
Tin iMMiimd Imml moves on;
Ami sre we ntu tin pace again
The weary buur in none.
-Nw York Recorder.
THE VOICE OF SCIENCE.
Mrs. Ksdnile, of the Lindens, Birches
pool, whh h ludy of quite remarkable sclen
Nlle attainment. An honorary secretary
of the lad left' brauch of the local Kn lectio
octety bite shone wltli a never failing bril
liance. It wo even whispered that on the
occasion of the delivery of Professor Tom
llnsou's suggestive lecture on the "Peri
genesis of the Plastldule" she whh the only
woman tn the room who could follow the
lecturer even uh far an the end of his title.
It would have been a strange thing had
Mm. Esdirile not Iwcn popular among local
scientists, for ber pretty house, her charm
ing grounds, and all the hottpitallty which
au income of j),0(JU a year will admit of,
were always at their command. On her
pleasant lawns In the summer, and around
ber drawing room fire in the winter, there
was much high talk of miuroiiee and
leucocytes and sterilized bacteria, where
thin, ascetic materialist from the univer
sity upheld the importance of this life
against round, comfortable oompanione of
orthodoxy from the cathedral close. And
In the heat of thrust and parry, when sci
entitle proof ran full tilt against inflexible
faith, a word from the clever widow, or au
opportune mule over the keys by her
pretty daughter, Rose, would bring all
back to harmony once more.
Roue Esduile had just passed her twenti
eth year, and was looked upon an one of
the beautieH of Ulrchespool. Her face was,
perhaps, a trifle long for perfect symmetry,
but ner evw wore ftue ner oxpreanion kind
ly and her complexion beautiful, It was
an open secret, too, that she had under her
father's will 5UU a year in her owu right
With such advantages a far plainer girl
than Hose Esduile might create a stir in
the society of a provincial town.
A scientific conversazione iu a private
house Is au onerous thing to organise, yet
mother and daughter had not shrunk from
hm tjub (hi t.lm mnrninir 'of wliinh I
write they sat together surveying their ac
complished lawrs, with the pleasant feel
ing that nothing remained to be done save
to receive the congratulations of their
friends.
With the assistance of Rupert, the sou of
the house, they hud assembled from all
part of Uirohespool object of scientific
Interest, which now adorned the longtuhles
In the drawiug room. Indeed, the full tide
of curiosities of every sort which had
swelled into the house had overflowed the
rooms devoted to the meeting, and bud
surged down the broad stairs to invade the
dining room and the passage. The whole
villa had become a museum. Specimens of
the flora and fauna of the Philippine is
lands, a lU-foot turtle carapace from the
Gallapagos, the os f routia of the Hon montls
as shot by Captain Charles Beesly in the
Thibetan Himalayas, the bacillus of Koch
cultivated on gelatine these and a thou
sand other such trophies adorned the tables
upon which the two Indies gased that
morning.
"You've really managed it splendidly,
ma," said the youug ludy, craning her
neck up to give her mother a congratula
tory kiss. "It was so brave of you to un
dertake It."
"I think that will do," purred Mm s
dalle complacently. "But ldo hope that
the phonograph will work without a hitoh.
Vnn lriinur at. t.lm ttnt miwf.lnir of llie Hrit.
lsh association J got Professor Standerton
to repeat iuto it his remarks on the life
history of Medusiform Gouophore."
"How funny it seems," excluimed Rose,
glancing at the square, boxlike apparatus
which stood iu the post of honor on the
control table, "to think that this wood and
metal will begin to speak just like a hu
man being."
"Hardly that, dear. Of course the poor
thing can suy nothing except what Is said
to it. Vou always know exactly what is
coming. But 1 do hope that it will work
all right."
"Rupert will see to It when be oomes up
from the garden. He understands all
about them. Oh, ma, I feel so nervous."
Mrs. Esduile looked anxiously down at
her daughter and passed her haud caress
ingly over her rich brown hair. "I under
stand," she said in her soothiug, cooing
voice, "1 understand."
"He will exiect au answer tonight, ma."
"Follow your heart, child. I um sure
that 1 have every confidence in your good
tense and discretion. 1 would nut dictate
to you upon such a matter."
"You are so good, ma. Of course, as
Rupert says, we really kuow very little of
Charles of Captain Beesly. But then,
ma, all that we do know Is in his favor."
. "Quite so, dear. He is musical and well
informed, aud good humored, and certain
ly handsome. It Is cleur, too, from what
lie says, that he bos moved in the very
highest olroles,'
"The best in India, ma. He was an In
timate friend of the governor general's.
You heard yourself what he said yester
day about the D'Arciea and Lady Gwen
doline Fairfax and Lord Montague tiros
Venor." "Well, dear." said Mrs. Esdaile resign
edly, "you are old enough to know your
own mind. 1 shall not attempt to dictate
to you. lown that my own hopes were
set uoon Professor Stares."
"Oh. ma, think bow dreadfully ugly he
is."
"But think of his reputation, dear. Lit
tie more than thirty, aud a member of the
roval society."
i "I couldn't, ma. I don't think I oonld if
there was not another man in the world.
But, oh, I do feel so nervous; for you can't
think how earnest be is. 1 must give- him
an auswer tonight But they will be here
In an hour. Dou't you think that we had
better uo to our rooms r'
The two ladles had risen, when there
earae quick, masculine step upon the
stairs, and a brisk young fellow, with
"All ready?" he asked, running his eyes
over the 1 ue of relic strewn tames.
"All nuulv. dear." answered his mother.
: ... "Qh, i am glad to catch you togother."
'mild he, with his hands buried deeply In
j his trousers pockets and an uneasy expres
sion on his race. "There's one thing that
I wanted to speak to you about. Look
here, Rosie, a bit of fun Is all very well,
but you wouldn't he such n little donkey
to think seriously of this fellow Beeslyl"' I
"My dear Rupert, do try i be a tittle I
less abrupt," said Mrs. Ekl.-IUi, with a 1
deprecating hand outstretches.
1 can t help seeing how tluy have been
thrown together. 1 don't want to be un
kind, Rosie, but I can't stand by and see
you wreck your life tor a man who has
nothing to recommend him b.it his eyes
and mustache. Do be a sensible girl and
have nothing to say to him.'1
"It In surely a point, Rupert, upon which
1 ni more fitted to decide than you can
be," remarked Mrs. JfiHdaile with dignity.
"No matter, for I have been able to make
some inquiries, Young Cheftington, of
the gunners, knew him in India. He
says"
But bis sister broke In upon his revela
tions. "1 won't stay here, ma, to bear him
slandered behind his bock," she cried with
spirit, "He has never said anything that
was not kind or you, Rupert, and 1 dou't
know why you should attack him so, It
Is cruel, unbrotherly." With a sweep and
a whisk she was at the door, her cheeks
flushed, her eyes sparkling, her bosom
heaving with this little spurt of Indigna
tion, while close at ber heels walked ber
mother with soothing words, and an angry
glance thrown back over ber shoulder.
Rupert Esdaile stood with bis hands bur
rowing deeper and deeper Into bis pockets
and his shoulders rising higher and higher
to bis ears, feeling intensely guilty, and
yet not certain whether he should blame
himself for having said too much or for
not having said enough.
Just in front of him stood the table on
which the phonograph, with wires, bat
teries and all complete, stood ready for the
guests whom It waB to amuse. Slowly his ' political system has developed certain de
bis hands emerged from bis pockets as his feots, but no effort is made to get rid of
eye fell upon the apparatus, aud with lan
guid curiosity he completed the connection
aud started the machine. A pompous,
husky sound, as of a man cleuring his
throat, proceeded from the instrument,
and then in high, piping tones, thin but
distinct, the commencement of the cele
brated scientist's lecture. "Of all the In
teresting problems," remarked the box,
"wbt oil are offered to us by recent re
searches In the lower orders of marine life
there Is none to exceed the retrograde met
amorphnsis which characterizes the com
mon tiaruocle. The differentiation of an
amorphous protoplasmic mass" Here
Rupert Esduile broke theconuection again,
and the funny little tinkling voice ceased j
as suddenly as it beftan.
The young man stood smiling, looking 1
down at this garrulous piece of wood and
metal, when suddenly the smile broadeued t Bcore 0f the baseball games, or the die
and a light of mischief danced up Into his coyeries of reporters relative to the latest
eyes u. siappeu n.s mgn, anu uanoeu
carefully he drew forth the slips of metal '
which recorded the learned professor's re- j
marks, und lam them aside fur future use.
Into the slots he thrust virgin plates, all :
ready to receive an impression, und then,
bearing the phonograph under his arm, he
vanished into his own sanctum. Five
minutes before the first guests had arrived
the machine was buck upon the table, and
all ready for use.
There could be no question of the suc
cess of Mrs. Ksdaile'R conversazione. From
first to last everything went admirably.
People stared through microscopes, aud
linked bauds for electric shocks, and mar
veled at the Ualiapagos turtle, the os
front is of the Bus moutis and all the other
cunusiuc wmeu n. uu uaui uu dependenoe aud engrave it in facsimile
such pains to collect Groups formed and 1H;uw .
chatted round the various cases. The ; 00 WPP"- He earned the preciouBdocu
dean of Birchcspool listened with a pro- ' went to the printing o&oe of one Peter
testing Up while Professor Maunders held ' Force. When everything was is reach
forth upon a square of trlossic rock, with ness, he placed it upon the imposing
side thrusts occasiouully at the six duys of
orthodox creation; a knot of specialists
disputed over a stuffed ornithorhynchus in
a corner; while Mrs, ksduile swept from
group to group, Introducing, congratulat
ing, laughing, with the ready, graceful
tact of a clever woman of the world. By
the window sat the heavily mnstached
Captain Beesly, with the davhter of the
House, ana tney tiiscussea a prooiem or
their owu, as old as the triassic rock and
perhaps as little understood.
"But I must really go and help my moth
er to entertain, Captain Beesly," said Rose,
at last, with a movement as if to rise.
"Dou't go, Rose. And don't call me
Captain Beesly; cull me Charles."
"Well, then, Charles."
"How prettily it sounds from your lips!
No, now, don't go I can't bear to be away have disappeared beyond recall, all on
from you. I had beard of love, Rose; but account of the thieving trick of a gov
how strange it seems that I, after spend- ernment which, when they found that
ing my life amid all that is sparkling and
gay, should only Und out now, in this little
provincial town, what love really is!"
"You say so, but U is only a passing
fancy."
"No, Indeed. I shall never leave you,
Rose-never, unless you drive me away
from your side. And you would uot be so
cruel you would not break my heart?"
He had very plaintive blue eyes, and
there was such a depth of Borrow in them
as he spoke that Rose could have wept for
sympathy.
"I should be very sorry to cause you
grief in any way," she said, In a faltering
tone.
Then promise1
"Wo, no; we cannot speaK or it just now, . artist, and is herself a painter in a small
and they are collecting around the phono Wtty Stevenson has been accused of
graph. Do come and listen to it. It is so throi,ting hi8 8iater8i hiB COuhui8 and his
"Never ''Vey0U eVW U aunu' into' fiction. Certainly, although
"It will amuse you immensely, and 1 Fw-ny SteveiiBou has produced some
am sure you would never guess what It is creditable work as Mrs. Osborne, she
going to talk about" .bad uo reputation for brilliancy in a very
"Whatthenr" clever San Francisco set ; There she was
"Oh, I won't tell you. You shall hear, introduced solely in thecapacity of chap
Let us have these chairs by the open door; enm t(, 8tuiling( m her black silk
it is so nice and cool." gown, while bergay littledaughter sang
subdued hush as Rupert Ksdaile ipade the 3omiau club man-New York Times.
connection, while his mother waved her j . ,., 1 - ,
white hand slowly from left to right to i Prosperity In Costa Rica,
mark the cadence of the aouoroiw address
which was to break upoo'ttteir ears,
"How about Lucy .Aramintu Penny
feather?"' cried a' squeaky little voice.
There waa a rustle and a litter among the
audience. Rupert glanced auross at Cap
tain Beesly. He saw a drooping Jaw, two
protrudiug eyes aud a face the color of
uuww. . ,
"How about little Martha Hovedean, of
the KuiihuI Choir union)"' oricd the piping
voice. ,
Louder still rose the titters. Mrs. Es
daile stared about ber In bewilderment.
Rose burst out laughing, and theoHptain's
jaw drooped lower still, with a tinge of
green upon the eiieeselike face.
. "who was it who hid the ace in the ar
tillery card room at Pashawurf Who was
it who was broke In consequence? Wbo ;
was it"-
Good gracious." cried Mrs. Esdaile,
"what nonsense Is this?" The machine is
out of order. Stop It, Rupert, These are
not the professor's remarks. But, dear
me, where is our friend Captain Beesly
gone?"
"I am afraid that he Is not very well, I
ma," said Rose. "He rushed out of the
room."
"There can't be much the matter,"
2110th Rupert, "There he goes, cutting
own the avenue as fast as his legs will
carry him. I do not think, somehow, that
we shall see the captain again. But I must
really apologize. 1 have put in the wrong
slips. These, I fancy, are those which be
long to Professor Standerton 's lecture."
Rose Esdaile has become Rose Stares
now, aud her husband is one of the most
rising scientists in the provinces. No
doubt she is proud of his intellect and of
his growing fame, but there are times
when she still gives a thought to the blue
eyed captain, and marvels at the strange
and sudden manner iu which he deserted
her. -Strand Magazine.
A Frivolous People.
I maintain," said a shrewd observer
recently, "that the American people are
becoming frivolous."
When he was asked what evidence he
could bring to prove bis assertion true,
he replied:
I want no better evidence than their
indifference to serious public affairs. Our
them. The people of some of our largest
states submit to 'boss rule which thev
could crush forever by giving attend
ance at caucus and the polls for three
consecutive years.
"See, too, how a system of frequent
and prolonged holidays has developed.
We work fewer days and fewer hours in
the day than our fathers or even our
elder brothers did. Every one seems to
be forever looking forward to vacation,
like a schoolboy.
"And what do they read? What do
you read? When you open your paper
m tne morning, to What ao you turn
urstr io me proceedings oi congress,
or the great happenings St home or
abroad? I trow not. You look at the
ntkmti murder, or at some other
Dever heari fore, and who dragged
before the public by circumstances in
wmcn tne public ougnt not to nave tne
smallest interest.
This is a harsh judgment, but it can-
not be denied that there is enough truth
in it to cause us to pause and remember
with the poet that "life is real, life is
earnest." Youth's Companion.
stealing the liuclaratlon of Independence.
When James Monroe was president
and John Quincy Adams secretary of
state, an ingenious English engraver ob
tained permission of the two dignitaries
1 mentioned to take the Declaration of In-
stone and laid a sheet of india paper of
the same size upon it. Tine india paper
was next moiBtened with water in which
gum arabic had been dissolved. A heavy
proof roller with a weight hanging from
each end was then rolled several times
over the historic document. When the
india paper was removed from the face
of the instrument, it took with it at least
one-half of the ink used in writing and
signing the document
The document is less than a century
and a quarter years old, and with proper
care should be almost as legible as it was
on the 6th day of July, 1776. As it is,
only 11 signatures out of the 58 can be
reud without a glass, and some of them
they could not keep the colonies depend
ent, stole the very ink, from the docu
ment which declares our independence.
St. Louis Republic.
The Wife of Robert Louis Stevenson.
Mrs, Robert Louis Stevenson is a port
ly . gray haired woman, who was agrand
luother and looked it when she mar
ried tbfe second husband. Her son Lloyd,
who collaborated with 8teveuson in the
ghastly tales, "The Wrong Box" and
"The Wrecker,1 was a middle aged man
before he began to write. Her only oth
er child is the wife of Joseph Strong, the
We mav Infer that Co f Rka 1b enlov-
ing a period of prosperity-; ,. m the fact that
the toiul receipts from traffic over the rail
ruadHuf that country from July, 1891, to
July, amounted toll,885,,of whioh
$407,000 came from passengers, $513,000 from
exports and f4r,lt,(iw from unports, an ex-
cww 0f pur 0f exports over im-
ports.
THE BREECHES BUOY.
An Ajiparatn That Han ftaved Many Lives
oil the Atlantic Coast,
Wonderful are the appliances now used
on the Atlantic coast for rescuing people
from wrecks, and an optimist might And a
world of argument io the contrast between
those times and those when the wreckers
thought only of their booty or, farther
"act. wnen snipwrecKea men were seized
and held to ransom. The array of lifeboats,
ropes and other outfitting fortbe life saving
station is extensive, and one of the latest
and best is the so called breeches buoy.
wnen a vessel goes ashore on the sands
of a shelving coast of New Jersey, for in
stance, where wrecks are most numerous,
the condition nearly always allows the surf
men of the life saving stations to launch a
lifeboat. It not, they bring out the Lyle
gun. This is a small brass cannon, which
has a projectile fitting over the barrel like
a sheath over a sword. To the projectile is
fastened one end or a stout cord. The gun
is aimed to throw the projective over the
ship and thus bring the cord within the
reach of the men on the wreck. It seldom
requires more than two shots to land the
BOW THE BREECHES BUOT WORKS,
cord. The sailors then pull it in and get
hold of the rope to which It is fastened.
When the end of the rope is hauled aboard,
it is made fast to one of the masts. Mean
time the surfmen are burying a sand anchor.
This is a great square of planking, whose
surface grips the sand in which it is sunk.
To . it the shore end of tlfe rope is securely
fastened.
With the rope goes a loose trolley line, by
which the men on the wreck haul out the
breeches buoy an ungainly pair of canvas
trousers hung to a circular life preserver.
Into this one of the shipwrecked gets, stick
ing a leg through each capaciouB hole and
grasping the life preserver, which comes
just under his armpits. He does not need
to be tied in, for his seat is secure. All be
ing ready, the surfmen ashore begin to haul
in. The breeches buoy rolls rapidly shore
ward, suspended from its hempen track.
For most of the distance the man in the
breeches is dangling above the water. When
he reaches the surf, though, he is bound to
get a ducking. He holds his breath as the
wild waves go over him, and the nert min
ute a dozen strong hands are pulling him
up the sand beach and out of his canvas
breeches.
- When there are women aboard, there is a
suggestion of the ludicrous. "Wearing the
breeches" may be repugnant to a woman,
but she does not hesitate a second, roil
ing her dress up around her, in she teps as
unhesitatingly, as though she were born to
trousers. All she asks at that moment is
to get ashore. The breeches buoy is voted
the best thing in the business and has al
ready saved many lives.
HU Regard For HlmieK.
The comfortable, well clad citizen was
going along Woodward avenue home the
other evening when a big, burly tramp
stopped him and asked for a dime. The
citizen looked him over and asked:
"Do you have no more regard for
yourself than to beg on the streets
"That's just it, boss," was the reply,
"It's because i have regard for myself
that I do. There's too many dogs in the
back yards, Detroit Free Press.
Iu Politics It Is "Pull."
From the Hopeful Young Man to the
Pastor As 1 stand in the broad avenue
of life 1 find so many closed doors I know
not which one to open. How can 1 tell
which will lead me to success?
From the Practical Pastor to the
Young Man There's only one, and you'll
find it labeled "Push." Exchange.
Saving and Spending.
"I saved up $3.08 last year," said Wal-
lis proudly.
"And 1 suppose you spent it on pres
ents for your papa and mamma?" asked
the visitor.
"Yes," said Wallis, "That is, all but
$8 of it" Harper's Bazar.
The man who, after studying a hun
dred women, thought he knew the sex
thoroughly, admitted, on intimate ac
quaintance with the one hundred and
first, that he was densely ignorant of the
nature of any one of them.
The living alumni of the University of
Michigan are said to number twice as
many as the living alumni of any other
educational institution in this country.
Harvard is reported to be next, with
Yale a good third-
It is said that when dressed in the
European gowns a Japanese wife pre
cedes her husband in entering a room,
while m the eastern dress she must fol
low him. j 1
Richter was fond of pets and at one
time kept a great spider in a paper box,
carefully feeding and tending the crea
ture for many months.
The Japanese say, "A man takes a
drink, then the drink takes a drink, and
. the next drink takes the man."
Seats In the Bitnse of ('ommonst
Members who are not officials or leaders
of a party have to come down to the house
several hours before it meets in order to(,et
good seats, and those who are not very
knowing or very pertinacious, on days
when something interesting happens, have
often great difficulty to find a place in which
to sit. It is not to be wondered at that
there are plenty of members who find such
a state of things intolerable, and who hold
that a member of parliament who wants to
assist at a first class debate tn comfort
should not be forced toadoptthearte which
have to be practiced by those who want to
hear a prima donna sing In a popular
opera. Plenty of worry and inconvenience
in other wiys have to be faced by the legis
lators of the United Kingdom, and it is mon
strous to add to these the nuisance of not
knowing whether they will be able to take
part in comfort in the work of parliament.
The fuss and friction caused by the diffi
culty of getting a seat is an aggravation to
which members of parliament ought not to
be subjected. That is a proposition to
which all reasonable men might be expected
to agree. But though we trust that the
bouse will find sitting room for all its mem
bers we most devoutly hope that it will
not adopt the suggestion that each legis
lator shall have opposite his seat a uesa
where he can write his letters. Let the
men who want to write do so in the writing
rooms, but do not let us make the house of
commons look like a colossal counting
house. In nothing but In size would we
alter the look of the house of commons. Its
long green benches must rule the empire in
the future as they have ruled it in the past
London Spectator. , (
How He Escaped Tronble.-
"Maria," he said as he entered the house,
speaking before his wife had time to say a
word, "this house ib in an awful condition."
Why, Henry" she began.
Don't try to excuse yourself," he inter
rupted. "Look at this room! 1 was going
to bring a friend home with me, but I re
frained for fear the house would do just in
the condition that I find it iu."
If you had sent word, Henry."
Sent word, Mariaf Why should I have
to send word? Why should any one who
claims to be a housekeeper have to be noti
fied so that she can scurry about and make
things look respectable? And that gown,
Maria! It's outrageous to be dressed in
that fashion at this time of day."
1 could have changed it" i
'Oh, of course. You could have done lots
of things, but you didn't You should be
ready to entertain your husband's friends
at any time. I suppose the dinner is cold
too?"
It's not so good as it waa You're late,
you know.
"Of course, and if I had brought my friend
with me he'd have had to sitdown to a cold
dinner or one that was burned to a cinder,
and we should have both felt humiliated
and should have had to apologize. It isn't
right, Maria! It isn't right at all."
And after be had settled himseli in bis
armchair after dinner he chuckled to him- :
self and muttered:
George! but I should have gotaroasting
for being late if I hadn't started in first
It's a great scheme." Boston Globe,
The Habit of Sleeping.
I can sleep through anything, " I heard
a man exclaim a few davs ago during an
argument about insomnia, "and in my
opinion it is very largely a matter of habit-
The reason for my thinking that way," he
continued, "is simply this: I used to live
In an exceedingly quiet street, where, after
10 o'clock at night, there would scarcely
be a sound until 7 or 8 o'clock the next
morning. So accustomed did I become to
this cemeterylike stillness that the slight- . -.
est sound would awaken me the slam of
a door, the rattling of a window, or even
voices in the street. After a time circum
stances changrd and I found myself resid
ing near the line of an elevated railroad, so
close to it, in fact, that the rumble of the
trains seemed to shake the very bouse.
For the first week or 10 days sleep was
almost an impossibility. It was to be
dreamedoionlyinmy wakinghours. Then
nature came to t he rescue, asserted itseli, .
and I slept regardless of elevated trains, A
year went by, and a concert hall was built
within a stone's throw of the house. That
provided anentirelydifferent kind of noise,, :
and it took a little while before I became
accustomed to it, but now I have overcome
the effect of it and sleep like a top. Ele
vated trains may go, brass bands may rack
et, milkmen call and horse cars with then
tinkling bells go by, but they do not dis
turb my slumber." Brooklyn Eagle.
No Literature of Nones. -
It spite of the learned Slawkenbergius it
is probable that no really valuable treatise
on noses exists. A new edition of "Notes
on Noses," originally published in 1848, has
been issued. . Such a work needs the best
illustrations possible from historical por-
traits. The little wood cuts in "Notes on
Noses" are useless. For some reason the
nose is usually treated as a comical and
unimportant feature. The novelist, sorich
in details about his heroine's eyes, lips,
brow, chin, ankles, hair and so forth, never
says much about her nose, perhaps Up
most agreeable sort of female nose is name
less. It is Greek, with more vivacity, but
nobody knows what to call it The ordi
nary classes of noses are familiar and are
made by the mind, not the mind by the
nose, according to our author. The Bar
dolphian nose, however, is created and col
ored by solid personal industry. The Ro-v
man nose receives great credit for energy,
firmness, "absence of refinement and disre
gard of the bieuaeances of life." London
baturday Heview.
Pitied the General.
She had a French gardener. , Whatever
accomplishments he may have possessed In -other
ways, he was rather stupid aboijt n
lawn duties. One morning his stupiditj
was beyond endurance. She told him most
emphatically what she thought of him and
finished by saying; ,
"Now, Francois, you can go, I'll not
have you another day."
He went, crestfallen, to thestables, where
her huHhand chanced to be. He looked at
the general thoughtfully for a moment aud
then said:
-"Ah, general, I'm vftry sorry for you."
"Why, what is the matter with me, Fran
ooisf" said the general
"Veil, I can go, but? must stay.'