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DKOAr U £t» JLMIX i •^^ -o^ w1J ™ nrtr "'"7 Fvsuenm. Therm is this consolation If the lee crops fall, the lee houses can be rented out to eurnmer boarders. M*: < ‘ L '-**--" 1 - 111 |N -""" -" i " ii w —-■ Prince Colonna will Ret all the fight he wants In this country. The beat thing be-can do, however, la to fight at,the end of a broom-handle or aomethlnff of that kind. Sandow, the strong man, has been hypnotised and proved to be a fine subject for medical students to stick pins Into, Then everything seems to have a certain usefulness. Ir it costa William Waldorf Astor only 1200,000 a year to run his London paper he can amuse himself with it for nearly 600 yean if he doesn't get tired and quit before the expiation of that time. The prompt and pitiless punishment of Valliant and Bavacbol ought to have the same effect on the French anarchists that the punishment of Spies, Engel, etc., had on the reds of this country. Everything that can cheer, amuse, and entertain should be contributed to the meeting of family or friends. Refreshments of heart and mind should be considered equally important with refreshment of body. The chief nobility of life is work. We live in a working world. The idle or lazy man does not count in the plan of campaign. Labor found mana brute and made him an intelligent agent. It discovered him dwelling in caves, clad in the skins of the chase, devouring uncooked flesh, and has made him what he is to-day. Talmage recently resigned again, and the coins that dropped into the plate when it was next passed resounded with a grateful plunk that touched his heart. With cash rolling in the great preacher saw his way clear to the pulling of the string attached to bls resignation. On some fateful day—for Talmage—thatstring will break. i uh ..in in Times have changed. The Shanghai rooster was once blessed as the sentinel that called man to his labors when day began. The other day he was arrested in New York for disturbing the peace of the neighborhood by crowing before the people were out of bed. The people of New York have a poor appreciation of the Shanghai rooster and bis mission; Bacteria are simply mi acroscopic plants of varying sizes and shapes, some of them being so small that fifteen thousand laid end to end would not make a row more than an inch in length. Some are flat, others round or oval; and still others are rodshaped. The oddest form of all is that of the one that is the exact counterpart of a corkscrew. In all oases they are so minute that one needs a powerful microscope in order to* study them, and in no case can they be perceived by the unaided eye alona ____________ In a suit recently brought by the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals against a farmer for docking horses, the Past President of the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons said that there was no necessity for dockjng any horse; that so long that the tail was norfnal and healthy, there was not the slightest excuse for it; and it was the relic of several barbarous customs now obso-lete-cutting the errs, etc-that cases were not few where lockjaw supervened, and horses lost their lives; that it made a horse nervous forever afterwards about any one approaching him from the rear.. Chicago is to establish a church without a creed. Ifrought to flourish there. Such a little matter as a | creed does not disturb the mind of = the average Chtcagoese and he can easily take to a form of church as I provident of the peaceful notion of ! things as to steer clear of creed, I dogma, or set doctrine. What that ’ sort of oreedless church proposes to U set up as a given standard is quite \ immaterial also, but it would be in- ' teresting to know the mystery and , j what the admission card has byway •s' of terma A church without a creed the jolllest sort of business for the Chicago fellow whose search light is ft out for the truly new. And perhaps 3it must be let go at that. The Russian thistle in the North--west recalls the Scotch thistle pest s Jin Australia Many years ago an from Scotland to Australia Oi (took out with him a small package j’of the Scotch thistle seed. He was to see the plant at home; $ was a national emblem, and as he *-3ad beard there were no thistles in U fi4ustralia, he took out the seed for purpose of giving his place a

, | nonjtiiKe aspecu vvn<?n iw got to sowed his thistle seed, to his’own great satisfaction. He soon had rea’ son to regret his enthusiasm for the ! national plant, for the thistle found itself in such comfortable quarters i that it spread with incredible ranldli ty. and bas proved almost as great a pest as the rabbit. i The crusade of a Milwaukee Alderi man against the chattel mortgage • sharks might well be imitated by > some one of the Chicago city fathers. The chattel'mortgage shark, next to the avaricious Justice of the Peace—and they generally huntln couples—li i the worst oppressor of the poor. He ■ takes advantage of the necessities of i unfortunate people and follows up his advantage mercilessly. He is a human vulture It is gratifying to know that in Milwaukee, at least, be is to be kept under surveillance; A recent decision of the Wisconsin Supreme Court, by which he is estopped from collecting usurious Interest, has further clipped his clawa With these • reforms inaugurated in Milwaukee there is reason to hope that the movement may some time extend to other points. It cannot begin too soon. The New York Legislature has passed a wholly unnecessary bill making hazing which results in physical injury a crime Under the statute. Hazing of that character always was a crime, and it could have been punished if the Officers of the law had attended to their duty. The trouble has been that assaults and other injuries committed by students have been passed by as "college fun.” Outrages that would have landed ordinary people in State's prison have been smoothed over because the perpetrators were undergraduates. The Cornell homicide has at last roused the people of New York to the necessity of enforcing the law. against collegians as Well as other people. But there was no need of a new law to cover the subject. The old laws ‘against assault and battery, mayhem, and murder are ample if they were enforced without favor. The wrangles and heartburnings among practitioners of the different schools of medicine do not usually interest the public, but Dr. Davies, of the county hospital, has achieved the distinction of putting a political phase on the struggle "The 'regular* school,” he declared to the County Commissioners recently, "is a power in politics, and we deserve all the offices”—that is all the medical positions of a public nature. A great many people will dissent from this proposit on. Aside from the fact that a respectable portion of the taxpayers are believers in homeopathy,, there will be a general feeling that politics and physic do not mix. It will be said that physicians will do better to attend to the divine art of healing than to running after political Jobs. It will even be intimated that the physician who relies upon his political pull rather than on his medical knowledge must be "long” of the former and "short" of the latter. Dr. Davies was unwise in his declaration. He has laid himself open to attack from his bated rivals, the homeopaths and the eclectics, who will declare that a school of medicine which shelters Itself behind political bulwarks is conscious of a weakness. News from Tulsa, Ind. T., indicates that tbe course of culture is still taking its way westward. At all events they have debating societies at Tulsa, a fact which shows that the Indian Territory is not entirely given over to desperadoes, train robbers, and half-breeds. The proceedings at the last debate are, however, open to criticism. The subject under discussion is not given. It may have been, "Had the Southern States the Right to Secede?” or "Which is the More Harmful to Humanity—Liquor or Tobacco?” or "Is a Tariff on Raw Material Unconstitutional?*’ or any other of a half a dozen popular subjects. Whatever it was, however, it stirred up the orators to a pitch where words seemed hollow or meaningless, and at this point Debater Charley Powell shot at Debater Bill MoGallagher with such effect that the subsequent proceedings may be said to have interested him no more. He was dead. Os course all debating societies make their own rules, and the regulations of the Tulsa organ), zation may permit of a six shooter as a major premise. Such latitude is not to be encouraged, but it can hardly be doubted that the adoption of the Tulsa system by the senatorial debating club would at this time be welcomed with joy by the public. In * Cemetery of Gfauito. While loading shells on the river bank near Orange, laborers exhumed twenty human skeletons, They had evidently been men of giant stature. Some of the bones of the forearm were almost the length of the entire arm of an ordinary man. Pieces of broken pottery were also uoeaythed. — Fort Worth Gazette.

I it I || nil || ii|i IIIIIIIIIIIIj ■ The Story of a Woman's Atonement, by Charlotte M. Braeme. CHAPTER xlvl Six months had passed since Leonie Rayner placed the will of Lord Charnleigh in Paul Flemyng’s hands. They had not brought much happiness to him. True, he was an earl now, a man of 'high rank and great resources, a man of distinguished position, with unbounded wealth and every luxury; but he was not so happy as when he was a poor soldier, blessed only with Leonie’s love. He did not care for the earldom; he did not value money; he wanted her, and nothing in the world besides. Yet he knew that she would never be his; she had told him so, frankly and honestly. She did not love him; she loved some one else. He knew that, live as long as he might, his life would never be crowned or blessed by Leonie’s love. He did not love her less because of her grievous sin. In his eyes the ample reparation she had made atoned for it He said to himself that she was the bravest, the hoblest and bests of women; but sne was not for him. The world, so ready to worship Mammon, received him with open arms. He was sought after by half the fashionable mothers in London. But for Paul there was no peace, no happiness, where Leonie was not It would take him long years to learn to think less of his love. Six months had brought back health and strength to Leonie Rayner. She was still at Reims, with the General and Ethel. x She had visited the friends of her fair young mother: she had done her best to forget all that was painful and to regain her lost health. Surrounded by friends, she was somewhat herself again; her face had lost its radiance, but over those most beautiful features therq was an expression of perfect rest, and a faint color had returned to the lovely face, and the beautiful lips had reacquired their former smile. One morning Ethel, with a bundle of papers under her arm", entered the room where Leonie sat. “I told you,” she said, “that you should hear what the world thought of you, Leonie. Read these.” Leonie opened one of the principal morning papers first “I feel quite nervous,” she said. “It is a terrible thing, after all, to be In print" Ethel silently pointed out the following paragraph to her: “Romance in High Life.—Some time since we announced to our readers the succession of a young lady to the estates of Crown Leighton and the title of Countess Charnleigh. The particulars of that succession will be remembered as interesting and novel. Lady Charnleigh, by her brilliant beauty, her gracious manners, and queenly generosity, made - herself one of the most popular of the fashionable world. She has recently met with a reverse of fortune quite as sudden as her unexpected elevation. It may be remembered that she succeeded to the Crown Leighton’s estates as next of kin in consequence of the late earl’s having died, as it was supposed, without a wilL Lady Charnleigh was the nearest of kin, and as such took possession of the title and the estates. After enjoying them for two years, she accidentally discovered the will of the late earl, by which he left all that he had to Captain Paul Flemyng. The lady, with a noble sense of honor and loyalty—unfortunately but too rare—immediately placed the will in the hands of the true heir, and then retired from the brilliant scenes of which*she had been so great an ornament. Miss Rayner may never again possess a patent of nobility such as the world confers, but she has one much higher, which no one can take from her—she is a noble, generous, loyal lady—a title which no earthly distinction can give. The new Lord Charnleigh has taken possession of Crown Leighton, and has also taken his seat in the House of Lords. ” “You wondered what the world said of you, Leonie. Now you know. Could any praise be higher than that?" “I did not deserve it/’ sobbed the E* *. “Let me tell you all the truth, eh" But Miss Dacre kissed the sweet face, and refused to hear another word. / “If there is any secret,” she said, “it rests between Paul and yourself. There is no. need for you to tell it, as he has not done so.” For Paul had kept her secret most loyally. When she had left him with the will in his hands, he went at once to Mr. Clements, the lawyer, and told him that Lady Charnleigh had discovered it He never uttered a word about the terrible temptation, the deadly crime, and the most sincere repentance. The story was never known. Every one believed that the will was given to him in the same hour that it was found. The paragraph above was copied into all the papers; many of them added remarks of their own, all being in praise of her who was no longer Lady Charnleigh. The scrap of news went, as many startling scraps do, the round of the world, ana it was read by Sir Bertram Gordon in the Holy Land. He had gone thither, vowing that never while he lived would he return to England. He did not care how his life was spent—how it passed; he was utterly reckless and despairing. He went to the Holy Land. There, he thought to himself, it would not be likely that he should ever meet people who Knew him. He had been there for some time, leading a most hopeless and miserable life, when, in one of a numerous batch of papers sent to him from England, he read this paragraph, telling of Leonie’s change of fortune; and in another he read that Miss Rayner was staying with General Sir Huntley Dacre and his daughter at Reims, in France. A third repeated some on dit is to the probable marriage of the Earl >f Charnleigh with the daughter of a Scotch peer. Then Sir Bertram Gordon, with a ow cry, started to his feet. If it were true, the engagement with Leonie nust have been Broken, Perhaps she repented of her cruelty to him; terhaps she wanted him back, and yet lid not know to what address to write, le would not lore an hour in going to er—ne would start at once. How he was tortured on that homevard journey none knew but himself. >ne minute all was hope, another all despair; one minute he was thinking f „ .j.

— .—2 __ that there must be some chance for Mm, and the next that he was on a wild-goose chase. People wondered what restless spirit possessed this handsome nobleman, this man with the face Sand head of a Saxon king. He never appeared to rest; be seemed unable to eat or drink *as ordinary beings did. The question ever on his lips, whether on steamboat, or rail, or road, was—- • “How long will it be before the journey is accomplished?” Periods of hope came over him, when he wOuld say to himself that she loved him, and that his dismissal was but a caprice; and then he would picture to himself a long happy life blessed with Leonie’s love. Again a period of despair would succeed, when he would feel sure that his errtond must prove fruitless. Were such, the result, he decided he would go and lose himself in the depths of an African desert. So time passed, until one day, in the early spring-time, be reached the picturesque old city of . Reims, in the fair land of France. The sun was shining,,the birds were beginning to sing, pala blossoms were peeping, summer buds growing green on the trees. Leonie Rayner, feeling strong and almost well, sat in the pretty salon of the Ijttle villa alone. * Sir Huntley, who was a most devoted “squire of dames,” had sent a magnificent bouquet of pale hyacinths and violets, and many other fragrant flowers, that brought such sweet, sad memories to her mind. As she sat there admdring them, Ethel entered the salon; her face wore an expression of sudden, startled joy. She went up to Leonie and took some of the flowers in her hand. “I ought to be jealous,” she said; “papa has sent me no bouquet” “Perhaps he thought you did not deserve one,” remarked Leonie, with a little laugh. “Leonie,” said Ethel, suddenly bend•ing over her, “could you bear a great joy?" *1 might try,” replied the girl, with a sad smile; “Ido not think life holds many more joys for me." “Some one is here, and waiting to see you.” “Is it Lord Charnleigh?” asked Leonie, with a sudden shrinking of pain. “No, it is not Paul,” replied EtheL “Guess again. It is Someone you liked better than you have ever liked Paul.” The beautiful face grew white, the violet eyes opened vide —fear, hope, expectation, sorrow, all appeared in that wistful glance. “Is it—it it Bertram?” she whispered, and the faint whisper died on her Ups. “Yes, it is Sir Bertranx Here he is to speak for himself;” and Ethel turned away, while Sir Bertram clasped her in his arms. “My darling,” he cried, “you will not send me from you again? 5 * She tried to resist, to cry out to him that she was not worthy of his love; but he would not listen to her. The might of his love swept away all obstacles, as the whirl of the stream sweeps away dead leaves. “You wiU not send me away again, Leonie, my love, my wife that must be. I have tried life without you, and I prefer death.” It was useless to resist. If her pale lips opened to utter a word of remonstrance, he closed them with passionate kisses; if she tried to withdraw herself from those loving arms, he only repeated over and over again that he would not leave her, that he would not even release her. until she had promised to be his wife. “You know you love me, Leonie; if you did not you would not let me kiss your face. You know you love me—why be so cruel, why try to deprive me of aU hope and pleasure in life? Leonie, will you be my wife?. You did not love Paul Fleanyng—you loved me. Say one word and 1 will release you. ” He told her that he would not, could not release her, until she did so; and then he looked at her with such longing, loving eyes that her heart almost ached with the excess of her happiness, so she whispered the one word he “You are more lovely than ever, Leonie,” he said, “my pearl among women!” “Bertram," she asked, gently, “how did you know that I was- ” “That you were no longer a countess, and were free for me to win?” he interrupted. “Bless all newspapers, Leonie —they told me all about it, and through them it is that I am here.” CHAPTER XI.VII. “I will never speak falsely again—never while I live,” Leonie had declared; and now, as she stood in the pretty garden* of the villa, the words returned to her with cruel force. Bertram had praised her so warmly, Bertram admired her so truly; he thought her so loyal, so honorable; he believed her to be almost perfect; he had no idea of her sin—not the faintest notion of the fraud, the deceit that she had practiced; he believed her fair and pure as a spotless lily. She knew herself to be fair only in the light of repentance. No cne knew of her sin but Paul, and tortures would not drag the story of it from him. Was there any need to tell Sir Bertram? It would part them forever, she felt sure. She remembered what he had once said, that he could pardon anything but dishonor, but that never. The revelation of her sin would surely part them. He loved her, considering her loyal and true, but would he love her when he knew that in plain words she had been a thief? Why not marry him and say nothing to him about the past? He would never and he would believe in her until the last day of his life. So once more Leonie Rayner stood in the sunlight, and held as it were the balance of her life in her hands; once more she was at war with herself. Why not be happy now that the choice had been given to bar? Why not marry Sir Bertram, and enjoy his love and homage, without telling him the story that would make such love impossible? Then her own words returned to her with double force. “I will never speak falsely again," she had said—“never while I live." No—she never would. She raised her face to the smiling heavens, and the sunlight seemed to fall like a halo •round her. , _ “I will tell him the whole truth,” she said, “and leave the result in Heaven’s hands. There shall be no more falseness, no more deceit, no more untruth for me." Site sent for Sir Bertram there and then, lest her resolution should fall her. She did not hide a single detail of her many faults from him. He listened in speechless wonder. [i

'You, Leonie—you did this?" was all he could say. "Yes, I did it, Bertram. The temptation was a great one. and I fell. I was eo proud of my fortune, so proudfoolish child that I was—of being a countess. I fancied to be called ‘My lady,’ and to hold high rank, the grandest things in the world. I was so blind, so foolish. I know you can never forgive me,, dear—l do not expect it; but I said to myself that I would never be false again. I need not have told you. I might have married ypu, and have kept my secret; but I would not deceive “You did this, Leonie?” he repeated. “It cannot be.” “On looking back, it seems to me, as it seems to you,'impossible. But I did it. Bertram. You remember the night when I sought for the silver buckles? That was the night that I found the wilt I have never had one happy moment since then. I thought that if I married Paul it would be the same as giving him the will; thus I was false to you, for I loved you, and false to him, for I did not love him. But I will never be false again. I have told you all, Bertram. I know you cannot forgive me—l remember what you once said—that you could never pardon a woman who acted dishonorably. It will be just that you should leave me now, knowing what I have done.” He had listened to her in almost speechless wonder; he had felt sorrow almost beyond mortal sorrow; but, when he saw that fair head bent so humbly before him, the beautiful face wearing the simple, wistful look of a child, for all answer he opened his .arms and took her to his breast. “My darling," he whispered, “nothing shall part us. ” “Not even my past dishonor, Bertram?" she whispered, clinging to him with happy tears. “My darling, ” he said ? “the very fact of your having made this confession to •me proves you to be the noblest of women. You need not have told me your faults, yet you have done so; and I say that you are now nobler in your repentance, in your voluntary humiliation, than are thousands of women who have never known temptation, and so have never fallen. If that is the only barrier between us, my darling, let it exist no longer. We need never mention the horrible past again—it is over and done with for ever and ever. Oh, my darling, do not look at me with those humbled, grateful eyes. It is I who am unworthy of you, sweet; your truth and goodness are so far above mine." “Then you quite forgive me, Bertram?” she whispered. “Yes, and I say this atonement has been more noble than the sin was dishonorable. Do not mention it again, sweet. I shall remember it only when I wish to realize how good and true women are by nature—so good that, if they yield to a terrible temptation, they rise again even more noble for the fall. Will you be my wife when the summer Cowers are blooming, Leonie?” The sun was shining over them, the birds sang on the green boughs, and the breeze brought a fragrance of the pale spring flowers. A sunbeam, which Leonie thought was a smile from heaven, fell over them, and she looked in her lover’s face without a cloud on the brightness of her own. * • * » * » There were two “sensations” that year in the great world. One arose from the marriage of Sir Bertram Gordon and Miss Rayner, the other from the sudden wealth that unexpectedly became his portion. Large coal-beds were found on his estate in Scotland — beds that made him in the end a millionaire. Lady Fanshawe was made happy at last She could not live away from Leonie, and Sir Bertram asked her to live with them at Glen Brae. Five years after their marriage they were at the very climax of human prosperity. The immense wealth that came to Sir Bertram from the mines, added to the income of his estates, made him one of the wealthiest men in England. Lady Gordon once more reigns a queen of society. She is one of the most beautiful and popular women in London. The world is at her teet again; but she ts wiser than she was in the days when she considered riches the greatest good. • She is honored among women for her truth, her generosity, her charity; and, if there is one quality in her more beautiful than another, it is her pity and sympathy for the erring and unfortunate. How many she has reclaimed and kept from utter ruin—how many she bas cheered, ccmforted and consoled —how many she has made better by her noble words, will never be known on earth. There are hundreds of men and women who, when they hear her name, say, “Heaven bless Lady Gordon.” *.*« * * * » At the Academy Exhibition a few years back there were three portraits that were very much admired. One was of a child—Rayner (Jordon, the son and heir of Sir Bertram Gordon of Glen Brae Castle, a lovely child with a charming Saxon face. The second was of Paul, Lord Charnleigh, a very handsome man with a slight tinge of melancholy on his face; and the third of Ethel, Lady Charnleigh, whose noble features formed cna of the great charms of the exhibition. From this it may be gathered that Paul recovered from his disappointment, and in the after years married the girl who had loved him and nd other all her life. [THB BND.J No Profit in Retailing Sugars. Grocers everywhere assert that thebo is little or no profit in retailing sugars, and housekeepers confirm this by saying that there is small economy in buying sugar by the keg. The tradition touching the sma’l profit in handling sugars at retail is certainly more than 100 years old, for a writer in the middle of the last century affirmed that London grocers of that day were often out £6O or £7O a year for paper and pack thread used in wrapping up sugar, and some grocers would not sell sugar to a customer who did not at the same time purchase some other article. It is not unusual for merchants in New York at this time to sell far below regular retail rates certain articles not properly belonging to their trade.— New York Sun Every county in England has its own dialect, and between the far north and the far south the difference is as great as almost to prevent mutual understanding. \

ESKIMO WEAPONS. Expert Um of Them by the Nattvw*ef the Far North. To the interesting collection oi curios gathered by Capta. Edwards and McDermott, United States Inspectors of Hulls and Bollen, during the last few years, have lately been added a number of weapons used by the Eskimos in the hunt and chase, and other articles and relics, presented by various persons in thr Northwest and British Columbia. The Eskimos’ weapons were presented to the inspectors by the widow of the late Capt. John M. Olsen of Astoria, Master of the sealer Polar Bear, in accordance with a request which he expressed before his death. The most interesting of these curios is a spear with a poisoned arrow head, which is the most effective of All the weapons used by the inhabitants of the "land of the midnight sun.” The spear entire is about five feet long. It is made of wood, mounted with bone, in which are finely carved all the fantastic designs characteristic of the Eskimos in this line of work. The arrow is made in three pieces, two parts wood, and the third, whieh is the head, of bone dipped in poison. The three pieces are held together by a leather thong, but with a slight movement of the hand these can be disengaged, leaving the head, when it strikes the animal, curved in its body in such manner that It is impossible to disengage it without cutting the skin. When the weapon is used on whale, seal, or other water animal a floater, made of the bladder of a seal, is attached to the end of the spear, so that the hunter may trace its course and locate his game. The Eskimos have a peculiar way of “shooting” this weapon. The hunter holds in his right hand, high above his head, a short stick, or “gun,” with a notch near the top, where the end of the spear fits snugly. Taking aim at his game, he moves his right hand swiftly forward, propelling the spear with lightning speed, and invariably with unerring aim at the mark. Instances have been recorded where a hunter brought down his game at fifty yards, and one or two Alaska story tellers, who have no fear of being discredited by the rising generation, say that animals have been slain at 100 yards’ distance. But all agree that the average Eskimo is a marksman who never fails to hit his mark, and who, when so disposed, always provides plenty for his family with his primitive weapons. Sometimes to this spear is attached a rope of leather, one end of which is securely fastened to the hunter’s arm, so that he may keep hold of his game. But this is only done on short-distance shots. A weapon used in hunting birdd is a tripod-shaped spear. This is thrown in the same manner as the poisoned spear. The hunter sneaks within distance of his covey of ptarmigan or other birds, and lets fly his weapon. If he be lucky, three birds are the reward of his skill ; if not, one or two. The inspectors have weapons of the above kinds of several sizes, but all used for the same purpose. Among the other articles are a belt and a pair of leggings finely ornamented with beads, made and worn by the Eskimos, and which they sell to curio seekers for $25; also, a water 'bag, made of sealskin, a lariat, and several varieties of the well-known harpoon. Next to the weapons, the skull of a Palouse Indian woman commands attention, for several reasons. The principal one is because her skull is shaped wholly unlike that of the common Palouse, and it is thought that she was a person of high degree —probably a princess, or at least a woman of high birth. From the earliest time in the recollection of the Oldest inhabitant—who is still in existence —the Palouse Indians have continued the habit of their forefathers of flattening the rear part of the cranium of their female children of low birth. This was done so that they might be distinguished from the high-born natives. This woman had a full back head, but a low and retreating forehead. —[Oregonian. Knew the Apple. A man of about sixty years of age went into a store on Main street Wednesday afternoon and stood by the stove warming himself and listening to the conversation of the men present. Happening to glance at a barrel of apples by the counter, he took one up and bit it. He stopped, looked at the apple, and then stopped reflectively. After taking another taste of the apple, he broke out: "Say, I’d almost be willing to bet a dollar that I can tell where this apple grew. There is only one tree on earth that has the flavor that apple has, and it grew back of the house where I first lived when I was married and set up for myself. Say, now, didn’t that apple grow in Bowdoinham? I know full well it did.” The clerk told him that a man from that town brought them in, and the stranger said: “I have not been down there in ten years, yes, fifteen, but I remember this bitter-sweet apple tree, and the apples here taste as they did twenty years ago.—[Lewiston (Me.) Journal. v Scientific Discoveries. A scientist has discovered that people eat more in cold than in warm weather. He may have also observed that they wear more clothing in winter than in summer, and that they maintain fires more constantly. Science is constantly making discoveries, but it sometimes ove .'looks « very common phenomena.—[St. Paul Gtobfc