Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 November 1894 — Page 4

REST F»)a too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, "We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods there be, That no life lives forever. That men rise np never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound of sight; Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things dismal; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night. —[Swinburne.

Miss Millar’s Pet.

“Well, we’re off, Miss Millard. What shall I bring you—since you won’t have my heart?” lie added in a lower tone. With the eyes of the whole party upon her, she could only laugh and answer: “Bring me a baby tiger, Lieut. Nugent. They say they’re as tame and pretty as kittens, and I would like so unique a pet.” “Unique,” growled old Col. Price; “unique! And some day your pretty kitten will make a meal of you, and your friends will have to put the kitten in the coffin to be sure of interring you. Umpli!” “First catch your hire, you know,” put in a third flannel-shirted, top-booted individual, looking to the loading of his rifle. “It isn’t as easy as picking gooseberries, capturing a tiger cub. You are most likely to be a gooseberry yourself, or with the berry added later when the mother gets through paying her delicate attentions to your carcass.” “Oh, well if you are afraid, lieutenant,” pouted Miss Millard, turning her head away from the handsome eyes fixed upon her. The hot blood rose tc the young man’s cheek and his look of passionate admiration changed to one of pride and brightened to indignation. “You shall have the kitten, Miss Millard,” he said, quietly, “if there is one to be found,” and joined the party setting out for the jungle in search of big game. “How could you be so foolish, Imogen e ?” said Mrs. Price, lying back lazily in her hammock, shielded from the glare of the brazen Indian sky by a giant jujube tree, which also extended the shelter of its leaves to Imogene in her wicker chair. “Leonard Nugent is just the boy to risk his life to gratify your caprice.” “Oh, no, he isn’t, cousin Harriet; he’s too matter of fact, too much of himself to endunger even his comfort for me or any other woman,” answered the girl, carelessly stripping a long blade of grass between her white fingers. “Now, that is where you are mistaken, Imogene. Under Leonard's quiet, self-contained manner lie courage and devotion that would put to shame those.pink and white officers of the Fifteenth and Twenty-second that flutter about you.” “Well, I am too sleepy to argue it out with you,"returned Imogene,closing her blue eyes with a provoking droop of her pretty mouth. “ Yes, it is a female, sahib, and if I mistake not she has cubs, young ones. But to go in search of them along the nullah whence she came would be to run into the very jaws of death, for the male, missing her, will follow from the lair.” “ It’s all nonsense, anyhow, Nugent,” said the Colonel, gruffly, “to risk your life for a woman’s whim, and ten to one Imogene will have forgotten all about the thing before we ■even get home.” “ No matter; I am going to trace the way the tigress took to the drinking place, and secure the cub if lean. Will you come with mo? or, if you prefer going on, Mohammed Din here will he sufficient.” “Of course we are going with you if you persist,” returned Franklin, the third man, and the Colonel, shrugging his shoulders, left the coolies to carry homo the tigress which he had just shot, and plunged deeper into the jungle after Nugent and the old tiger hunter, who with Fran,:iin,were heating down the long grass before them. “We ruyst be near the place, sahib,” whispered Mahommed Din after several hours’ slow march along tiie banks of the little nullah, now dry. but covered with a wilderness of ■vegetation that tore at their garments, scratched their skin, and brought many muttered blessings from the Colonel. “I have found it er.sy to trail her to this point, but here she must have turned.” He bent to ■examine the bowed bush before him, •and as he did so a long body like a flash of yellow light launched itself through the air, only clearing his naked back by a few inches. It was the male, furious presumably at the absence of its mate and at the crying of its cubs, and, missing the native, Bung itself upon Nugent, who, surprised at the suddenness of the attack, was borne backward and to the earth with the tawny shape stretched ,*t full length upon him and feeling with its gaping mouth for his throat. A groan of horror broke from his friends, and the Colonel, throwing down his rifle, ran beside the two forms. But, though his right arm was pinned beneath by his own •weight and that of the tiger, Nugent managed to draw his revolver from his belt, and as the animal seized his arm in its mouth, pulled the trigger, and the shot went ploughing its way into the big cat’s brain. Niigent rose, dizzy and sick, when his friends had pulled the tiger’s body off him, • aud it was found that his right arm was broken, while the left was torn by the teeth that had closed upon it just as the animal died. But the young man did not forget wh&t had brought him hither, and at his bidding Mohammed Din began tc search the ground for some signs of fche lair where the cubs were hid■den. Freed now from the fears of the parents, the Colonel and Franklin joined in the hunt, while Nugent pursued the trail along the oallah to find, if possible, the water he was beginning to crave. All at once he ran into a mass of ruins where an ancient temple had onou stood

when this wilderness was once a peopled plain, and, seating himself upon the fallen lintel of a door, rested for a moment and as he did so there came creeping about his feet two pretty yellow striped kittens, rubbing themselves against his hoots, and purring aloud. But no domesticated pussy cat these, knowing nothing of cream, and fireside, but real children of the jungle with flame In their veins and eyes. The other hunters came running at Nugent’s call, and Mohammed Din begging one of the cubs, it was given him to sell to the Lnglish agent of a menagerie, while the other was tied and placed in a basket to be conferred on the young lady rash enough to covet him. “It is well,” said Mohammed Din, looking about him, “ that we killed the old tigress first, or we would have that on our track than which fire is no worse. But it may be that we have found the cubs of another pair, so let us haste.” “Oh, the darling!” cried Miss Imogene, as Nugent put the cub into her arms, and stroking the yellow body which flashed itself about and seized her hand in its mouth, but the teeth were yet only white pearls, and the claws only a cunning pretense of such, and so Miss Millard laughed and hugged her pet. “But you are wounded,” she said, looking ai her lover with her soft eyes pitiful with sympathy and her lips quivering as she gently touched the improintu bandages on his arm. As the Colonel broke out with the- story Nugent watched her face flush and pale alternately with admiration and terror for him, his soul was lifted up above the pain that he was suffering and which made the surgeon, Whitelaw, send him early to bed, whence he went to dream of his sweetheart. “ It shall sleep in my room, where I can feed it during the night if it is hungry,” said Imogene, tucking her “ kitten ” under her arm, and balancing a saucer of milk in the other hand. Mrs. Price followed her with her eyes faintly uneasy. “Hadn’t you better leave it with the servants, Imogene, for a few nights at least, until it gets accustomed to you ? ” she remonstrated, but the girl shook her wilful head. “No, we are going to be friends from the first, aren’t we, Kitty ?” she answered, speaking to tho soft, tawny ball nestling to her, and proceeding to make the little animal comfortable in a box lined with cotton, taking at the same time precaution to secure it by placing a top of slats across the bed. How lor.g the girl slept she did not know, but she opened her eyes just in time to see a large object obscure the light which the full moon was pouring in at her window, which had been left open to allow what faint air might be stirring to enter. The next moment this object advanced to a long bulk, lighted by a pair of gleaming orbs that burned like live coals in the semi-gloom, and this shape of dread leaped agilely into the room. Imogene held her breath, with a sickening sense of physical terror on her, watching with fascinated, diluted eyes the form pacing tho apartment with long, restless steps. Once it stopped and snuffed at the box wherein the cub lay, and the little creature wakening, hailed it with welcoming cry.

Then began a struggle on the part of the mother and the confined cub for the latter’s liberty, but the box, a stout one, and weighted down by the cover, at which the tigress could only claw frantically, not lift, held firm, and the watcher from the bed ! shivered as she saw the tigress, growing more and more furious as she was baffled, swing her long tail from side to side, and, turning her glowing eyes upon the captor of her cub, leap towards her. Scarcely conscious of what glie was doing, hut obeying that instinct of preservation we all know, she flung herself out of the bed between the piece of furniture and the wall, and with inspired strength pushed the heavy article far enough to permit of her body slipping down to the floor. The tigress fell on tho spot which she had just vacated with a low growl of fury, and she could hear the terrible claws as they tore the clothing of the bed to slireds, as the animal, finding her gone, still scented her recent presonce. The girl tried to scream for help, but there seemed a band of iron around her throat, and she could only whisper out an appeal for her friends sleeping only a few yards from her, but as unconscious of her peril as if a thousand miles away. Fortunately the bed was of English manufacture, and 'reached within a foot and a half of the floor, just admitting of her lying beneath it, and as the tigress, finding that her foe had not disappeared into the mattress, gave it up and began to sniff about the room in search of the missing enemy, and approaching the bed again, and discovering the trembling girl beneath, attempted to crawl under, she found that this was not to be done. Crouching, then, close to the floor, she ran her long arms under the bed in the endeavor to draw the victim out from her hiding place. Repeatedly the claws would catch portions of the girl’s dress and the cloth would yield and rend from tho sharp touch, and Imogene would clasp her hands tightly about the legs of the bed to keep from being drawn forth. Once she received a terrible scratch from one of the greedy paws on her arm, and was obliged to tear her dress for a bandage with which to bind the artery, which came so near being severed. The smell of this blood seemed- to render the tigress furious, and she again and again would fling herself upon the bed, until the girl under it feared that the animal would bring the whole structure down upon her, when she would die of suffocation. At this point she was seized with an insane desire to laugh, and lay for minutes shaking with a ghastly sort of merriment, which she was only able to control by thinking, “Am I going mad?” and a vision of her friends coming in the morning to find her raving or imbecile, even if in her lunacy she did not rise and venture out into the room. Leonard Nugent awoke from a dream in which a tiger seated, in a priest’s garments, on the steps of a temple engaged in performing the marriage ceremony of himself and Imogene, was mingled with a vision

of seeing the walls of the Price bungalow falling down, and lay for a moment or two trying to resume his slumbers when lie became conscious that there was something shaking the house. He sat up, wondering if an earthquake could be producing the trembling, but presently the sound of a low, unnatural laugh in a woman’s voice broke on his ear. Springing from his bed he dressed himself hastily, listening as he did so for any further intimation of what was going on, and then as the growl of a tiger like the rumble of faint thunder reached him lie caught up his rifle and pistol, and ran out of his room. Whence had corpe the noise? From Imogene’s apartment, which was next his own? As he flew to tiie door behind which his beloved lay in danger lie struck his host’s with a loud fist, crying to him to arm himself and to follow. “What? What?” cried the Colonel after him, but there was no reply, for after a cry to Imogene to know how things were with her, and receiving no reply, Nugent put his shoulder to the door and broke it in. There was a sudden spring at him, a howl of a captive wild creature, and tlic report of a gun. The tigress fell wounded unto death, but still able to roll towards her foe, snarling and game to the last. With one mighty failing effort she reared upon her bind limbs and would have leaped at his throat, but pistol in hand, Nugent discharged the weapon in her face and she fell backward, when he finished her by a ball through the has e of her skull. But where is Imogene ? A hasty search failed to reveal her mangled body, as her lover, sick at heart, feared to come upon, but no answer came to his agonized calls for her and the mystery grew profound until Mrs. Price, wise in her knowledge of her sex, suggested from the door: “ Look under the bed,” and the next moment Nugent, for all his wounded left arm, which was all he had at his service, the right being still in the sling, had dragged the bed from the wall and caught his unconscious sweetheart to his breast. When she opened her eyes Mrs. Price slipped away and dragged with her tho Colonel, who had arrived on the scene sputtering sleepily: “What is It ? What is it? Can’t anybody answer?” and to utter a shrill shriek as he stumbled over the dead tigress, and there in the dark Imogene gave her lover the answer he wanted, and I've heard her say since that he could do a great deal of execution with one arm. The cub was shot the next day, and the Colonel glanced slyly at Imogene and said: “Well, Imogene, you don’t fancy a tiger kitten as much as you did, eh?” But Nugent, pressing her hand, whispered: “Of course, I’m sorry, darling, that you had the fright, but I’ll thank the cub all my life,” and to-day that little animal stuffed, occupies a prominent position in their drawing-room,while Mrs. Nugent tells the story with great pride. [Toledo Blade.

Visiting the Dead Sea.

From Jerusalem we had a thoroughly delightful trip of three days to Jericho, the Dead Sea and the Jordan. In the saddle most of the time, and under a blazing Syria sun, the fatigue was certainly great; but the interest was far greater. It was good to be out among the mountains, stern and naked as they were, and to make the descent of nearly 4,000 feet to the wilderness in which John the Baptist had preached and in which the Essene communities had wrought out so many of the peaceful tenets of the gospel. As for the Dead Sea, it will, in contradiction of the name, forever preserve a green and living memory in my mind. No fish can survive in it, we all know; hut for a place for a swim, or above all, for a float, commend me to it beyond all the Winnepesaukees in the world. How it bears you up in its arms! How it annihilates the tiresome ponderosity and dignity of tho laws of gravitation! How it introduces you into the inner consciousness of dainty Ariel and thistledown, and all other airy-fairy creatures! Tho more you weigh the less you weigh; there is the real hydrostatic paradox. An elephant in the Dead Sea would feel himself a gazelle. Then what a mirror its steely surface was that morning, and how beautiful its reflections of the mountains of Palestine on one hand and of Moab on the other! —[Christian Register

A New Counterfeit Bill.

Major Thomas B. Carter, treasury agent for Indiana, received yesterday from the department at Washington an accurate description of a new counterfeit ten-dollar bill which has recently made its appearance. It is said that the general appearance of the note is calculated to deceive, although it displays a number of glaring errors in the spelling of words and in the punctuation. The portrait of Webster in one’ corner of the bill is described as flat and unnatural in appearance, the shade lines being about the same depth over the entire face, which makes the white opot on the forehead too prominent. The small vine running from the right side of the counter and immediately under the wort “the,” upper left corner, does not appear in the counterfeit. In the “penalty” on the back of the note the commas between the words “note” and “or” and the words “it” and “or” are omitted, as is the period after the words “debt” and the bracket after the $5,000. The first word “this” is spelled “tnjs,” and the word plate is spelled “plae.”—[lndianapolis Journal.

An Expert Safe Opener.

One Douglas, who is serving a long term in the Joliet (Ill.) penitentiary, is one of the most expert safe openers in the country, and says that •there is not a safe made that he cannot open without tools. He is not infrequently employed to open the refractory safes of the neighborhood. A few days ago he opened one that had a complex double combination, which the owner had lost control of. He worked at it five hours, but he afterward told another convict that Ipe had the job done in fifteen minutes, and only monkeyed with the safe to pass away the time and enjoy a taste of liberty.— [New Orleans Picayune.

WRAPS FOR THE FALL

TO BE FEW CHANGES IN STYLE OF JACKETS. Cloth Is the Favorite Stuff, Although They Are Shown In Velvet, Embroidered with Jet—Some Short and Some Long, but All Are Neat. Outside Garments. New York < orreapondence:

j ■■ UTUMN styles in ■£&. IB outside garments have now settled fj down sufficiently 'Cf 1 Bto give a clear idea SJlft of what the winter jn»shapes will be. There are to bo few changes in jackets, and cloth is Wk - tho favored stuff, ®R | although they P | are shown entirely 11 |n lof velvet richly ™ *~I embroidered with 1 jet. Such are finished with vel\et standing col-

lars similar to those worn this s..mmer, with full rosettes on either side. Some have bird’s heads nestling amid the fluffy feather collarettes and boas, and others are entirely of fur, mink, sealskin and short-haired pelts generally, with heads placed on either side. But cloth is the material of most of them, and tans, beige and grays are the favored shades. As to cut, jackets may bo divided into two separate vorts; one which is very short and another which comes almost to the wearer s knees. The latter sort is newer, handsomer and far more expensive though the lust statement is almost unnecessary, becau e of the two which preceded it. Nothing more novel is offered than the garment of the initial picture and it is seldom that entirely new devices of shape are so sightly. It is from beige-colored cloth, hooks in front, and the lower part is open and flaring, being very full in back. It is trimmed down the fronts and alonsr the edges of collar and seams with fancy braid. Its sides have imitation pockets, and the sleeves have deep puffs finished by turned up cuffs, edged with braid. The garment has a turn-down collar, and is lined with white silk. Its two points of unusualness are the la; els and cuffs. Of the former's beauty there can be no doubt; whether the odd cuffs will win general liking is a difficult matter to decide now, but with the current craze for new things they are .sure of high favor for a short time at least. Two of the a breviated ones are to be seen in the two next pictures, the iirstof the pair being themore stylish, its very shortness being an especial recommendation. Of tan cloth, it is finished by two rows of machine stitch-

FOR THE ATHLETIC MISS.

ing around the edges. Beneath each oi the four-pocket tabs there may be a wee pocket or not, as the wearer chooses, but the general custom is to ha ve at least one at the top. The plain sleeves are stitched at the wrists, and the short i asque is rippled at the back. The collar turns back in double revers, leaving a large opening in front. Prom this and the shortnes-of the garment it might be argued that it is i nly ior early fall wear, but this winter’s Miss Fashionable is to be of *an athletic turn, and she will defy the severest weather in just such a jacket. What she wears beneath to make up for what this garment lacks as a protection is quite another matter. She will affect a sweeping stride and do a deal of swinging her arms. Alt< gether she'll look comfoirtable enough, and that's her aim. The second example of this type is more reminiscent of past shapes; indeed. it is a hold over, but so freely offered as to deserve a place in this de iction. Of gray cloth and entirely lined with old-rose satin, its sides and back are fitted with ripple basques; it has strap seams and hooks invisibly in front beneath a flap of the cloth. The fronts turn back in moderately large revers joined to a turned-down collar, and each side has a pocket imitated by a square flap. The garment is machinestitched all around the eJges. As will be seen from these descriptions, coats are strictly tailor-made in finish, with no lace and no furbelows, the that is allowed being the fa ing of the revers with velvet. A slight infringement of this severity is the piping of all edges with silk. A notable example is a melton cloth coat of hunter's green, piped and lined with black silk, and buttoned with two large green pearl buttons at the bust. With the decrees posted for plain coats, that usually simple garment, the ulster, rises to the occasion and reappears with a brand new collection of oddities to recommend it. : The most approved pattern fits closely |

THE LATEST DRESS SKIRTS.

! over bust and hip, spreads away in a series of fluted folds to the hem of the skirt in the back, and flares in a widening expanse of material to the front skirt hero. The collar point back, in a couple of velvet-faced, turns • ed revers, the spotless shirt front showing above, it may be doublebreasted all the way down the front, or it may be double to ;ust below the wai D t line, and below just lap over, but not button. 11 is much better to have it button all the way down, for ' now that the twenty button glove is | no longer worn, and the low shoe is so ; popular, the button-all-the-way ulster tills a long-felt want. A man who fastens those lower button*, which are so much out of your own reach, must get i on his knees to do it, and there are so | many things a fellow can do besides , fastening ulsters when he is on his knees that the garment affords a new j method of subjugating the male man. | The ulsters cape has undergone many changes, all in the line of jauntiness. The dressiest cape is really 1 like a pair of epaulettes, for it may be said that the cape exists only as it falls over the shoulders, and the ulster is capeless at front and back. Over the shoulders it falls in three or four great stiff, fluted folds, that begin to set out at the collar and continue to jut out to the very tip of the widest point of the full sleeves. Thus all the .launtinoss of the cape is retained and the beauty of the trimly fitted figure is in no way concealed. All of which only goes to show that the maiden of ! ’l)4 is crafty and wise. Since it is an ulster of the autumn of ’!4 which makes this clear, the craftiness and

wisdom will surely be carried over to the maid of ’95. Capes are the cool weather garments which retain tho fancifulness of makeup that marked women’s attire last summer. Mantelets aie abundant in much the same forms which were fashionable two years ago. They only reach the waist in back, but have long tabs in front, a style equally suitable for slender and plump women. Bometimes a yoke is added, finished with lace or jet fringe The latter also adorns tho tabs, which are pointed, square or bias, as the fancy dictates. Somewhat after this style is the dressy shoulder cape which is the subject of the fourth sketch. Of pale tan cloth, it consists of a deep circular flounce attached to a white cloth yoke and plastron embroidered with tan soutache braid. The seam is concealed by a large satin ribbon forming loops in the corners and hanging down in two long ends that t ouch tne hem of the skirt. The s anding collar is also trimmed with loops, and the whole wrap is lined with white watered silk. Considering the time of year, it is surprising how the furs of last season hang on. These are found in such abundance in tho shop windows as to indicate that the ccming season s novelties will bo lew. It may be because last season’s stock did not sell well. It seems reasonable to suppose that during last winter’s hard times'purchasers for new fur garments were few. But good times are coming nearer every day now. Ask the traveling men; they will tell you that buying was never more general, and their only qualification is the small size of the individual orders.. Soon the times will be l oominig r and then ther e will be, not forty acres and a mule for every man, but,

perhaps, a sealskin for every woman A new trick with the latter fur is to belt it in with a band of beaten gold, which reminds us of the words of the victim of the tar and feather bee, who said: “Dear friends, this is laying it on thick ” . v, , v* * Copyright, ISM. f '• -

ANOTHER SHORT JACKET.

SUMMER’S DAINTINESS HELD OVER.

NOTES AND COMMENTS.

According to a recent report of the Belgian ministry of finance, the consumption of alcohol per inhabitant in the various countries of the world is as follows: Germany, 11 quarts per inhabitant; Great Britain 5.42; J: Austria-Hungary, 6.39; Belgium, 8.66; United btates, 5; France, 8.07; Holland, 9; Russia, 6.3; Switzerland, 6; Italy, 1.97.

Pauperism has greatly declined in England since 1871. The proportion of child paupers has changed from 5 to 2.3 per cent., that of able-bodied from 1.4 to .5 percent., and that of old paupers (above 60) from 25.5 to 13.7 per cent, of the population of the several ages. Since 1858 the paupers who are not able-bodied have decreased not only relatively but absolutely, by 30,000. People who are disposed to grumble about high prices should be thankful that they do not live in the town of Forty Mile Creek, on the Yukon River, Alaska. The town is the largest in the placer gold mining district, and flour sells for 17 cents a pound, while bacon brings 40 cents, beans are firm at 20 cents, butter is strong at 75 cents, and dried fruit is worth 25 cents a pound. Startling as the statement*maj* appear, the hay crop of the past year was double the value of either the cotton or the wheat crop. The astonishing increase in the yield of hay is shown by the fact lhat the crop of 1870 of 24,525,000 tons had grown to 31,925,000 in 1880, and last fe&r reached the tremendous total of 65,766,000, valued at $570,882,812. This is only $20,000,000 behind the corn crop of the country, to which every section and almost every State contributes its quota. The British Medical Journal says, that the part which alcohol lias played in the genesis of insanity in Ireland, has been brought out in a special report recently issued by the Inspectors of Lunatics in that country. Of the Medical Superintendents of twenty-two district asylums,twenty agree that in their experience the most prevalent cause of insanity, after heredity, was alcoholism. The proportion of cases of lunacy due to alcohol vary from ten to thirty-five per cent, of the whole admissions. Chicago property often increases rapidly in value, but the Chicago and Northern Pacific terminals show a dazzling rapidity of development in valuation that resembles the lightning acts of a prestidigitateur. According to Master in Chancery Cary’s report, the property, real estate and construction, cost between $9,000,000 4ind $10,000,000, and was leased to the Wisconsin Central Company at a valuation of $25,000,000 or $30,000,1)00. Master Cary says that the lease “was not exorbitant or improvident.”

The uncertainty of the publishing business has been shown in the failure of the fine work on the World’s Fair, entitled, ‘‘The Book of the Builders,” which ivas projected by Frank D. Millet, the famous artist who superintended the color decoration of the fair. Millet, who writes as well as he paints, was to write the story of the fair, and the ablest artists who contributed to the decoration of the various buildings were to furnish the drawings for the illustrations. The price of the book was high, the selection of matter was not popular, and the season was bad for all works of luxury. The result was disastrous failure which swept away all the private fortune of Millet, as he has insisted on paying out of his own pocket all of the artists who worked for him. What is a‘‘team?” asks Harper’s Weekly. Is it an animal hitched to a wagon, or two or more animals and a wagon, or simply two animals which are harnessed up together? Does tlie word include the vehicle? An exiled Bostonian, writing from Nebraska to a Boston paper, confesses his humiliation when, upon remarking that a “team” had been left in the street, he was told by a cowboy that he meant a wagon. He admits that the cowboy was right, and so it seems here. In the State of New York, where a high standard of language prevails, “team” properly includes the animals, if more than one, which haul a vehicle, but not the vehicle itself; but improperly it is used to designate any animal or animals hitched to any vehicle. It is not used, however, to designate the vehicle without the animals, as seems sometimes to be the case in New England. A synonym for team in its degenerate sense in New York State is “rig.” In the more objectionable phases of newspaper English a horse and a buggy are invariably a “rig,” and livery-stablemen and farmers’ boys employ the same brief and comprehensive term to almost any vehicle drawn by anything on four legs.

A quarter of a cent is a very small sum in itself, bub when multiplied enough times the product is considerable, a fact which railway managers thoroughly understand. A saving of only one mill a day in the running of a locomotive amounts to cents in a year, and with several thousand locomotives the saving is considerable. The good superintendent to-day is the man who makes these little savings, and the number of ways in which they are done is astonishing. Take the matter of starting a fire, for example. Most locomotives are fired up with wood, and about an eighth of a cord is necessary to start a good blaze. Wood is pretty expensive fuel to use for such purposes, and several railways have begun to substitute oil for it. This oil is stored in a reservoir outside the found house, and is forced by compressed air through a series of fixed pipes to flexible pipes near each locomotive stall. When it is necessary to start a fire a bed of coal is spread over the grate, some old waste thrown on top of it and lighted, and then the oil is sprayed into the firebox- through the flexible pipes by the compressed ai!r. It takes just about as long to start a fire with this apparatus as with wood, but with the former the cost is onW ‘ls cents, while with .-wood it ranges from 11 to ceints according to the p rieu-oi wood. An official list of women who are

| light house-keepers, which the gt>T- ' ernment has furnished the New ' York Marine Journal, shows that there are twenty of them in all. Some of the lighthouses which they take care of are at Robin's Reef, ! New York harbor; Stony Point, on the Hudson River, Elk Neck, Md; Biloxi, Miss. ; Port Pontchartrain, New Orleans; Pass Manehac, Ponti chatoula, La. ; Harbor Springs, Mich.; Point Pinos, Cal.; and Santa Cruz, Cal. The most famous of all the sturdy women is Ida Wilson (nee Lewis)* who is in charge of the lighthouse at Lime Rock, Newport, R. 1., but Ida Lewis is not the only heroine of the lighthouse service, as the following report of an inspector shows : “At about midnight yesterday, August 21, 1888, while blowing a gale from the southwest in Charlestown harbor, with a heavy sea, a boat containing three men and a boy was swamped some distance from the wharf at Castle Pickney. The boy, being a good swimmer, struck out for the beach which he finally reached in safety. Meanwhile one of the men clung to the boat and the other two managed to reach the piles of the wharf, where, owing to the heavy sea and strong tide, they were barely able to sustain themselves above water, and all were crying loudly for help. Mrs. Mary Whiteley, the sister-in-law of the keeper, J. W. Whiteley, and Maud King, aged thirteen, the granddaughter of Henry Brown, the master of the lighthous tender Wisteria, having seen the accident, lowered the boat belonging to the station, and at the imminent risk of their lives, proceeded to render them assistance. When they succeeded in reaching them, the men were so overcome that they were unable to help themselves, but after great exertion, attended by no little danger, this young woman and young girl, unaided, got them all into their boat and carried them safely ashore. ” Jb is from the households of such men as Whiteley that the women who hold positions as keeper tire drawn.

ARCTIC COLOR.

Brilliant Hues and Skies of Sur> passing Loveliness. Frederick Wilbert Stokes, who was a member of the first Peary Relief Expedition, gives a new idea of the . charms of Arctic landscapes in a paper on “Color at the Far North,” which he has written for the September number of The Century. Despite the desolation, he found, from an artistic standpoint, a land of beauty, with seas and skies of surpassing loveliness. The intensity and brilliance of color impress the beholder as something supernatural. Our sojourn was from the middle of July, through. August, and a few days of September—a period when the polar latitudes are teeming with animal, insect, and plant life. Of this brief period only am I qualified to speak; but from the accounts given by those who have- passed through the long, dreaded night season, the phenomena occurring in the heavens are most beautiful. The chief peculiarity of color at the north, so far as my short experience tells me, is that there are no semitones, the general effect being either very black or just the opposite, intensely brilliant and rich in color. In fact, a summer’s midnight at the North has all the brilliance of our brightest noon, with the added intensity and richness of our most vivid sunsets, while noon, when the sun is obscured by threatening masses of storm-clouds, is black. Indeed, it is the true land of “impressionalism.”

I remember one brilliant morning when the measureless ether overhead, a hue of exquisite blue, repeated itself in the perfect mirror of the sea. Far away, on the otherwise clear cut horizon, a line of pure white ice shimmered its light up through a pinkish, yellow stratum of . mist which bathed in delicate, greenish blue an enormous iceberg that strongly resembled an ancient cathedral. In the afternoon the sky,* a threatening black, overhung a vast, contorted sheet of white arid pink, composed of ice-floe and colossal bergs looming up above its mass at intervals, with deep, black patches of water, the whole carrying tho eye to the horizon—a tapering band of deep, rich blue merging into the sky. In the immediate foreground of the ice-floe, near the water’s edge, were shallow pools of delicate blues, purples, and greens. Of the wealth of color in flower, lichen, and moss; of its curious riches as manifested in insect, shell, and animal life, and of its wonderful limning skill as shown on the great inland ice, ice-cap-and glacier, I have neither purpose nor pen to write. This new world of color awaits the one who can truly describe it. In all these color effects at the North there lies a wizard-like power of enchantment — a distinctive uncanniness that, basilisk-like, both attracts and repels. Great nature's pitilessness broods over it with a force and penetration possibly not equaled, and surely not surpassed, in any other quarter of our globe. It is a land of beautiful and awesome dreams. Getting Even With the Judge. A Maine Congressman tells a good story of a veteran lawyer up in his State who more than equalled Ben Butler in his famous quarrel with a Rhode Island Judge over his attempt to conceal his contempt for the Court. The Maine barrister was a man of very plain speech, and on one occasion he told a presiding magistrate very plainly what he thought of his decision. The Judge promptly fined hiip SSO. “All right,” said the lawyer: “I have a note against you for SIOO which I have been trying to collect for the past ten years, and I’ll indorse it over to you. I never expected to get that much for it,” and without a word he pulled the- note out of his pocket and .indorsed it over. Tins Judge had nothing further to say.—[Washington Times. SHE COULDN’T UNDERSTAND. “Oh, it is awful,” said Mrs. Summervisit, “the way those poor fire* men on the Atlantic liners have to tfiM’JitiiMdie heat. Away down in the hold, you know, in a temperature of over a hundred degrees all the time.” “Why don’t they open the winders?” asked Mrs. Jason.—[lndianapolis Journal.