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j i ' U i l ' V “^ ou shall not suffer, my darling,” she .JpSSEsIJ fc>! I declared, “for papa’s generosity to me. I [ r . dl- i« * yT i I " '** m <> r e than make up to yon for it.” | But Angela did not understand. She 1 T l # only clasped her arms more tightly around —.. .. her mother’s neck.

CHAPTER I. A spoiled beauty—spoiled by a devotion and love such as fall to the lot of few women—Lady Kooden did not know the meaning of the word “care.” She was only seventeen when Sir Charles Rooden woed and won her; and from that time be had surrounded her with such loving eare that her lot among women was quite exceptional. Few* knew such unalloyed happiness as she enjoyed. At times a fleeting regret that she had no son to succeed her husband would come over her; but even that regret was softened when she remembered how deeply he loved their little daughter. The Roodens of Rood Abbey had been for many generations owners of that fair and fertile domain. The estate, which was situated in one of the most beautiful of the Midland Counties, was singularly favored by nature, and not the least of its charms was the bright flashing river Leir, smooth and peaceful in places, spanned here and there by rustic bridges and widening in its course until it developed into the broad, deep reach in front of the Abbey itself. Sir Charles Rooden, the ideal of an English landlord—handsome, brave, generous, and a true lover of all out-door and manly sports—was still young when he fell in love with one of the most beautiful girls of her day, Laura Milroy, the only daughter of the Earl of Milroy. In his blind idolatry he never perceived that she was vain or selfish, that she was shallow at heart; he discerned in her only the attributes of a good and noble woman, and he loved her implicitly. His wife was the center of his hopes and plans, the one object of his care and worship; and next to her in his affection came his little daughter, whom, because of her beautiful face and sweet serious eyes—eyes in which dwelt a sweet brooding seriousness—they named Angela. Angela had reached her twelfth year when her first great sorrow fell upon her. A sweeter, fairer maiden it would hardly have been possible to find. To those who knew how frail and uncertain human love is, there was something almost pitiful in the devotion of the child to her father. The blow, when it did fall, was therefore all the more terrible to her. For there came a day, bright and sunny, full of perfume and sweetness and song, when Sir Charles Rooden left home in the morning with laughing, jesting words on his lips and was carried back in the evening dead. The evening was as fair as the morning. The wind stirred the lilacs and the long laburnum-tresses gently in the garden below; nature seemed to he reposing in the peaceful calm that had settled over ail.

“I wonder what it is, Angel?” said Lady Booden. “A crowd seems to be moving and coming in this direction. They are carrying something. What can it be?” “1 do not see papa,” said the child, whom nothing else interested; and they grew silent as the tall trees and the winding of the river hid the crowd from their view. “I wish papa would come!” cried the child, presently; and then, after a few minutes, there was a sound of tramping footsteps, of hurried, hushed voices, and the old butler came hastily on to the terrace. “My lady, my lady, come in quickly!” be cried. “Do not look toward the river! Come in!” Lady Rooden turned to him in wonder. “What?” she gasped, her face growing white and rigid. “My master was found in the river, my lady!” .larvis replied, wringing his hands. “In the river? Found in the river, do yon say? Then he is dead!” “He is dead,' my lady, and they are bringing him home!” answered the man. With a wild cry Lady Itooden flew from the house down to the avenue, where she met the men bearing the lifeless body of her husband. When she saw his dead face, she fell, with a low anguished cry, to the ground, and was carried back home senseless. It was not until the first shock was over that any one thought of the child. They found her lying near the window of the room, in an agony of grief which no words of comfort could abate. The mystery surrounding Sir Charles Rooden's death was never solved. Whether he had attempted to cross the river where it was shallowest, and had been carried away by the force of the current, or whether his horse had become restive and dashed into the water, no one ever knew. No one had seen the baronet: no one came forward to say that they had met him on that day. That it was an accident every one agreed, but how it occurred there was no living witness to tell. How deeply the genial, generous master of Uood was mourned was shown by the assemblage of rich and poor who came to pay a last tribute of respect to a neighbor and friend. In his will Sir Charles had not forgotten any of his faithful old servants or any of the charities he had supported. Yet to those who listened to the reading of the document there seemed to be something strange in it. It was strange that no income had been settled on the daughter for whom he had always such unbounded affection; strange that no dowry had been left to her; strange that not one farthing of what must ultimately be a large fortune should reach her until her mother’s death; strange that so vast a fortune skoiild be left to the absolute disposal of a •..'autiful young widow. No restriction was placed upon her; there was no forfeiture of money if she married again. The only thing she could not do was to part with property belonging in way to bouse or estate. She could not sell a picture or a tree; everything was to descend to Angela just as she had received it. “A strange will!” the listeners agreed, but it only showed the implicit trust Sir Charles hud in his wife. Lady Roodert was a little surprised herself. She had. not expected such unre-. served generosity, and she had certainly thought that provision would have been made for Atigdla. She caught the child In her arms, and kissed the fair young fao> In a passion of tears.

“You shall not suffer, my darling,” she declared, “for papa’s generosity to me. I will more than make up to you for it.” But Angela did not understand. She only clasped her arms more tightly around her mother's neck. After Sir Charles’ death, Lady Rooden did not care to remain at Rood Abbey. Her- one desire was to go abroad, to seek in change some relief from her present sorrow. She was married so young—when only seventeen —and the whole of her happy married life had been so completely engrossed by her love for her husband and a ceaseless round of pleasures, that she had given little thought to foreign travel. Now a great desire came over her to see all the famous countries and cities of which she had read; and Angela was delighted with her plan. She secured the services of a clever and accomplished gentlewoman,"’ Miss Aveland; and a few months after Sir Charles’ death Lady Rooden and her daughter started for a tour which was to last four years, while Rood Abbey was left in the hands of faithful old servants, who were to hold it in readiness for their return.

CHAPTER IT. Five years had passed since Sir Charles Rooden was laid to rest. May had come round again, with its wealth of foliage and of flowers —a fair, bright May, such as poets love to portray. The London season was a brilliant one—there had not been a better for many years. The draw-ing-rooms had been well attended; a great many presentations bad been made, and, better than all, an unusual number of beautiful faces had appeared at court. One of the most commanding houses overlooking Hyde Park, one of a stately row called Palace Place, was especially noticeable this May morning for the lovely flowers that filled the light Italian balcony. A beautiful girl stood near the blooming hyacinths which occupied one of the windows—a girl with a sweet, passionate face, and eyes that, lovely as they were, could not be easily read. Near her stood a tall, handsome man, Captain Vance Wynyard. The girl's face revealed her love-story clearly. It paled and flushed as he spoke to her; the proud sensitive lip trembled, the eyes deepened and brightened, as his words o,f love fell upon her ears. The beautiful, passionate face and eloquent eyes were those of Gladys ltane, a niece of Lady Kinloch, a debutante of the season, whose beauty had made its mark. Lady Kinloch, the mistress of the mansion renowned for its famous flowers and known as -Locn House, was a rich and childless widow. She had adopted the only child of her dead sister, and had -broughbher up in the hope that the beauty of which her girlhood gave promise would develop to maturity, and that she would one day make a brilliant match; but whether Lady Kinloch would ever see her adopted daughter make the brilliant match she had hoped for was more than doubtful, for Gladys had fallen in love with handsome Captain Wynyard, who had already lost two fortunes, and was quite ready to lose a third, should it ever come within his reach. The bejeweled white fingers toyed with the flowers, which served also as an excuse for bending her face, lest he should read the love so plainly visible there. Suddenly she looked up at him, forgetting the hyacinths in the interest of her question: “Have you heard of the new arrivals, Vance?” “What new arrivals, Gladys?” he asked. “Mother and daughter—Lady Rooden and her daughter Angela. All London is talking about them. The daughter is seventeen, the mother thirty-five; but her ladyship looks —so I am told —quite ten years younger, and has been pronounced one of the most lovely women in Loudon, as well as one of the wealthiest.” Captain Vance's handsome eyes gleamed with interest. “Rich, is she? Some people are fortunate. To be rich and beautiful is to have an undue preponderance of this world's gifts. Tell me about them, Gladys.” “Lady Rooden is the widow of Sir Charles Rooden, of Rood Abbey. He died quite suddenly four or five years ago—he was drowned. I believe—and loft the whole of bis large fortune to her.” “She will be a prize, then,” continued the Captain. “And what fortune has the daughter?”

“Although he was so wealthy. Sir Charles left no separate fortune to his daughter; but at lier mother’s death everything goes to her —not before.” “What will happen if the mother marries again?” asked the Captain. “Nothing. Her husband wonld have the full use of her wealth while she lived; but it would go to her daughter at the ‘mother's death.” “And what,” he asked, looking up suddenly—“what if the daughter dies before the mother?” “Then the whole of (he property bceomes hers, to do with as she wills. AVhat cold-blooded questions you ask, Vance!” “I like to understand,” he returned. “It is rather a novel state of things, and I am getting quite interested.” “I wish to heaven that you had Rood Abbey and a large fortune.” “So do I,” sighed Gladys. “What a curse poverty is!” he continued. “Here are you and I— we love each other—we have not said much about it, but we love each other —and yet ” “I know,” she interrupted, raising her face, which was full of pain, to his —"I understand.” “If my career had been a little less mad!” he sighs, regretfully. “I have wasted two fortunes, and 1 doubt much whether I shall ever have a third. We are in the same position, Gladys—you will ltave to marry money, und I must do the same.” “I suppose it must be so,” she said, resignedly. But he noted the pain in her eyes, and the trembling of her lips. “I know no two people in the world who would be so happy together as you and I,” he added; “yet, because we neither of us have money, we must stifle our love and always live apart. I wish you had fortune, Gladys, or that people could do without money.” “So do I,” said Gladys Rane, with a bitter 'sigh. Yet neither of them for a moment

(framed of what want of money and the desire to obtain it would do for them in the future. On that bright May morning, among the hyacintha in the sunlight, no warning came to them of the shape the future was to take. Every one seemed to be talking of Lady Rooden and her daughter that evening. Captain Vance went to his club, the Royal, and found they were the topic of conversation there. Nothing so interesting, nothing so strange, had been discussed for some time—a mother beautiful and fair as her own most beautiful child; a child in grace and loveliness the rival of her own mother. The discussion was at its height when Wynyard entered the smoking-room. “I think all London has gone crazy about the new beauties.” he remarked. "Ashton,” he continued, turning to one of his most" intimate friends, “you were at the Embassy ball last evening. Did you see them ?” “Yes; they were both there—Lady Rooden and her daughter.” “Which is the belle?” asked Wynyard, “I could not tell you. I have never seen two women so perfect. The old comparison of a rose and a rosebud is weak. No one would believe them to be mother and daughter; they aro like younger and elder sister—the daughter so slim and graceful, the mother tall and stately. There is not such another pair in London.” “Should you think there was any prospect of the mother remarrying?” asked Wynyard. “Yes, I should think it is almost certain; and I think I can guess who the mau is who will marry her.” “Who is he?” asked the ex-Captain, anxiously. “The one who flatters her most,” laughed Mr. Ashton; “he will be the one to win her. That is her ladyship's weak side.” Neither billiards nor cards had any charm for Vance Wynyard that evening; he was unusually thoughtful and engrossed. If he sighed at times, it was because memory brought to him vividly the beautiful, sorrowful face of Gladys Rane.

(To be continued.)

BLUE LAWS IN THE ISLE OF MAN.

Imposed Severe Punishments for the Most Trivial Offenses, The legislature of the Isle of Man is called the house of keys, aud was formerly a judicial body, whose duty It was to Interpret the laws—to unlock their mysteries. Anyone bold euougli and ill-advised enough to slander tlie house of keys was liable to a flue of SSO and the' loss of both his ears. Two deemsters were appointed to execute the laws, which before 1417 were uncodifled and were known as breast laws, being Imparted to the deemsters in secret, and by then! kept within the secrecy of their own breasts so long as they chose, or during the whole service, though they were empowered to impart and explain to the people so much of them as should at any time seem expedient. Some of the laws ns recorded after the coditieation are extremely quaint. Here is one which recalls to mind the narrow bound and primitive way of life of tlie Manxmen. Nowhere else surely w r ould the greater crime be regarded as the less—merely because In the nature of things It could result, despite the intention of the thief, only in an enforced loan—aud the lesser crime be gravely reckoned as the greater: “If a man steal a horse or an ox It Is no felony, for the offender cannot hide them; but if he steal a capon or a piggle he shall be hanged.” “In the case of theft,” another law declares, “if it amouut to the value of sixpence halfpenny, shall be a felony to death to the offender; and under that value to be whipped or set upon a wooden horse ordered for such offenders.”

A rather Ingenious law, designed to check the breaking of pledges by untrustworthy servants who might have nn opportunity to get Improved wages, decrees that any servant hiring with two masters must give his labor to the first man he is promised to and Ills wages to the second; should the offense he repeated, the culprit is to be set In the stocks and whipped. The arms of the Isle of Man, which, though it sounds like an Irish bull to say so, are legs—three legs bent at the knee, and apparently kicking outward from a common center in the midst of a shield—have provoked a number of jocular descriptions, of which the best declares that one leg spurns Ireland, one kicks at Scotland and the third kneels to England. The feeling thus typified appears certainly to exist toward the two former countries, If we are to judge by the following laws, never repealed, though, it is needless to add, never In our day enforced: “Irish women loitering and not working are to be commanded forth of the isle with as much convenient speed as may be.” Why Irish women especially is not explained; perhaps they accompanied their husbands—the “spalpeens” came over for harvesting—and made themselves obnoxious as beggars. The other law is at least fairer in appearance, since it does not discriminate in the matter of sex, but it is no more hospitable. It enjoins “That all Scots avoid the land with the next vessel that goeth to Scotland, upon paiue of forfeiting their goodes, and their body to prison.”—Green Bag.

A Swift French Vessel.

Trobably the swiftest vessel in the world has recently been built In France. This extraorduary craft is the seagoing torpedo vessel constructed in Havre by the well-known house of Augustin Normaud, the contract requiring that it should maintain a speed of from twenty-nine to thirty knots for an hour under usual steam. At Its trial trip, It seems, this vessel, the Forbau, ran a distance of more than thir-ty-one knots in an hour, this being equivalent to about thirty-five miles, probably the greatest distance ever covered by a seagoing ship in sixty minutes—powerful engines being necessary, of course, to drive the vesse! through the water at such a rapid rate. On this score, therefore, the statement is not surprising that, although the displacement of the craft is only about 150 English tons, it carries engines of 3,250 horse power.—Revue Industrlelle. The ancients had no marks of punctuation; all their letters were of the same size, no distinction being made between those which began a sentence or proper, name and other letters. There was no, separation of the words, or even of the sentences, and hence much difficulty has arisen in construing many passages in the writings of the ancient historians.

FOR THE YOUNG FORKS.

A VEXED QUESTION. I went in the schoolroom, oue morning; My two little* girls were there, And over their atlas I ►ending, Each with a puzzled air. Mary glanced up as I entered. And said, with au anxious look: “Mama, perhaps you eau help us; It says here, iu this book. •That avi- bought Louisiana From the French. Non that seems queer! For Nellie and I don’t understand How they could send it here. “Wlroever brought the land over Must have taken so many trips. Nell says they put it iu baskets; But 1 think K must have been ships,” -Ella Johnson Kerr iu St. Nicholas.

SINT DONKEYS AND SEVEN. In Turkey professional story-tellers go about gayly dressed iu waistcoat aud baggy trousers of gaudy colors trimmed with gold and amuse the people with their stories. Often they sit in the restaurants and public squares and as they talk they shrug vlieir shoulders, gesticulate and make faces to impress their hearers. This is one of the fables that a famous storyteller relates: One day a wealthy man called upon Nasartin Hodja to ask him 1.-ow much he would charge to educate his sou. ‘Three hundred piasters.” said the Hodja. “What are you talking about,” exclaimed the man. "That is too much. I cau buy six donkeys for iiOO piasters.” “That is well said,” answered Nasartin, “but if you buy six donkeys with your :i<)o piasters instead of educating your son you will be master of seven donkeys, Including your son.”

MENTAL EPIDEMICS PAST AND PRESENT. In looking back to the medieval ages avi- find them to he times in which abnormal social phenomena were displayed on it grand scale—times teeming Avith mobs, riots, revolts; with blind movements of vast human mosses; with terrible epidemics that ravaged Europe from end to end. They were ages peculiar for the strange, striking fact that Avhole cities, extensive provinces, great countries, were stricken by one disease. Men went mad in packs, by the thousands. Au obscure individual in some remote •country place had (Its of hysterics, and soon all Europe was wriggling and struggling in convulsions of hysterical Insanity. The dark ages were strange, peculiar—so, at least, do they appear to us, who consider ourselves vastly superior to the poor, Ignorant medieval peasant, burgher, knight, Avith their superstitions, religious fervor, and recurrent epidemic insanities. I am afraid, however, that a similar fate may overtake us. May not a future historiun look back to our own times Avith dismay, and perhaps with horror? Tie will represent our age ns dark and cruel—an age of the blind, senseless Napoleonic wars, of great commercial panics, industrial crises, Black Fridays, and mobs and craws of all sorts aud descriptions. HOW THE PIGS GOT THE PLUMS. I once lived on a farm in the western part of Illinois. My father oAvned a great many fruit trees, but the finest fruit on tlie farm grew on a plum tree Avliich stood In the centre of a small meadow, in which a few of tin- hogs were wont to run. There Avere a few other trees in the meadow, and altogether it made a very nice place to be in on it warm day. One moming2»vhen the plums were at their best my mother gave me a small basket and asked me to go down to the tree and All it. The tree was loaded with the bright red plums, aud 1 soon filled my basket, aud then .«»it dowu ou the grass under a large shady tree to eat some of tba delicious fruit. Soon I heard a gruff “Ugli! Ugh!” followed by the falling of a perfect shower of plums from the tree. Quickly turning, I saw six large hogs standing under the tree quietly munching the fruit aud racking the pits between their teeth. Having consumed all the plums on the ground, one old hog, that seemed to be the leader, went up to the tree, and giving another “Ugh! Ugh!” rubbed his body against the trunk of the tree, and shook down another supply. 1 Avatched this performance for some time, and then informed my father about it. It is needless to say the pigs Avert: promptly turned out of the meadow.—Chicago Record,

CANINE FRIEND IN NEED.

“Talk about the sagacity of dogs,” remarked Jenkins, as lie scornfully surveyed the records of the good deeds done by canines in general, “Why, 1 saw something the other day which beats the world—something which, in addition to proving the reasoning power of dogs, showed also that some of them at least possess a great capacity for affection for their own kind. A friend of mine uptown owns several dogs, among the lot being a magnificent greyhound and a diminutive spaniel, the two dogs, notwithstanding the disparity in size, being warm friends. The other day the dog-catcher wagon was making the rounds, and, as usual, missing the curs while corraling the animals which are well taken care of. It happened that my friend’s front gate had been left ojjen, and the two dog mentioned escaped to the street just as the wagon turned the corner. There was a great cry on the part of the catchers, who grasped their nets and made a scramble for the little spaniel, not securing to like the idea of tackling the big hound. Tile poor little spaniel realized her danger and attempted to escape.' She flew like one possessed in every direction, only to be headed off by the men witlr the nets and a score of sninll boys. She finally halted, panting, in the middle of the

Street, and one of the men npproaohed her with his net. It se,>med that cbe little thing's doom was sx-aled. ••Suddenly there was a tmrk and the eauie leaping Into the crowd, scattering the small boys ami couiitelMug the catchers to take to the wagon. The hound reached the side of the spaniel and. taking in the situation, reached down, grusjH'd Ills wee companion in his eaiuteiotw mouth and was off down the street like a shot, lie didn't stop for the gate, but witli a great, graceful leap, was over the fence, and then, gently depositing the spaniel on the ground, stood wagging his tail, as if knowing that he had discomfited their enemies, while tile spaniel gamboled and made the welkin ring with her shrill barks. If that wasn't a great thiug. I don't know:”—New Orleans Tinios-Demo-cmL

PI NCH AND -.ll'in'. Generations of children have found pleasure in witnessing the antics of Punch and Judy, and after nearly a century of popularity, the mimic theatre in which their adventures are displayed still gives amusement to both young and old. The origin of tills always attractive entertainment is not English, as many who have enjoyed it may suppose, hut, according to an old hook, Ihnirh and Judy are of Italian ancestry. In the district of Arena, near Naples, the people are very much addicted to the making of wine from grapes; and it is envious that from antiquity they have been famous for their love of droll wit and comic fun. Many years ago. in the season of the vintage, which is a time when everyltody scents to be full of fun frolic, some comic players came along, through Arena. They began to poke fun at the vintagers, and in the \va» of wit. the players got the worst of iff Now there was among the vintagers a feilow with an enormous red nose, long and crooked like a powder horn; ami lie was the very drollest and wittiest of the whole company. The players were so tickled with his witty sayings. all set off by his odd face and very queer air and manner, that they almost went into hysterics of laughter. After they went away they began to llilnk that tills droll ivilirty would he a great aeeesslon to their company; bo they went, hack and made offers to him. These lie accepted; and such was the success of 1.-is'efforts thot the company acquired great fame and a great deni of money. Everybody went to see tills witty buffoon, and all were delighted. This example led to Hie establishment of a droll or buffoon In all companies of comedians; and he was always called after the original one, whose name was Pucco d' A niello. Tills was, in the course of time, softened into Poleceuello; the French made it Poliebenol, and the English, Punchinello. After a time the English, for tin* sake of brevity, rest off ihe latter part of the word, and called It plain Punch. How Judy originated, history does not record; but. it. is very easy to surmise her story. Such a merry fellow ns I’ll licit had as good a right to a wife as anybody, if lw* could get one. Why not? One might think that his beetlike nose would have stood In the way of uis finding a woman willing to marry him; hut his wit was an offset to this. Women are fond of wit, and Punch would have played his part ill If Ik* could not have made it cover his nose. Now Hint we have supposed Punch to have had a wife, and also supposed her name to have been Judy, wliait more natural than for Htis amiable couple, now and then, to have a hit of a breeze? They lived a wandering life, and like other people In their station, took n little liquor to raise their spirits. AQer the effect was over, feeling a little peevish, they fell to at 11* ing each other hard names, and hard blows followed. So this Is their whole history.—Detroit Free Press.

The Czar’s Melancholy.

The (,'SMir is wild to have recently become so taciturn as to produce a painful etTeK on those about ’iim. During li 1 h sojourn with the Danish royal family he bus been dally observed by a person who has a country scat in the neighborhood of the ensile, and who has sent an account of his Impressions to the Berliner TngebVitt. "One has never heard him indulge In a hearty laugh," he says, "and his smile is melancholy and tired. I have often seen him lately walking in the castle park, dressed In his thick brown suit —which, however, does not conceal Ills extremely delicate physique. He was always accomiKiuied by one of bis relations, most often by the Princess of Wales or her daughter Princess Victoria; but lie himself spoke very little and was npimreutly always eugnged with his own thoughts, and only half heard what was said to him, while his fingers were incessantly passed through his thin beard. He walked with Ills head Item, Ills eyes east, on the ground, and he carelessly raised his soft felt hat without up when some few passers-by stood still and greeted him,” —St. James's Gazette. *

The Longevity of Trees.

America docs not seem ns favoratnc to the longevity of trees as are many parts of the Old World. It is said that pines in the north of Europe are known to luiVc endured for nearly 500 years. In Bavaria there is a larch which is known to lie 225. Many oaks in tiermany are known to Is- over .‘SOO years old, and many over 200 years. Of other trees Individuals are known that have reached the ages set opposite to them: Ash, 170 years; birch, Bit) to 200 years; aspen, 220 years; mountain maple, 225 years; elm, 130 years, and red alder, 145 years. In our country there are few that are more than mere remnants. Most of Bertram's trees are gone wholly or are fading. The famous cypress has yet a few green branches. The line silver firmi the Johnson estate in Germantown, which figured in the early issues of the Horticulturist and often elsewhere, is entirely dead now. though less than 100 years old.—Meehan's Monthly The simple remedy for a croaking door is to apply a little sweet oil with a tether to the lilnges.

WHERE PIES ARE MADE.

An Establishment That Turn* Them Out bv the Thousand. "If you want to see something Interesting," he said, "come with me. It will make your mouth water if you have a taste for the sweets, and in addition it will give you an insight into a business tjjnt has reached immense proportions within the last ten years.” Dowu this street, and up the next, and up a long tlight of stairs, to a office where the lucky number of thirteen misses were at work. '1 his \yas the iuitial l»w to the largest pie factory in Hie whole of Gotham, and for that matter the eutire country. Here it is that au average of IS4KIII pies are turned out every.day of the week except Friday, when the figures go over the 20,000 mark, lierause of the demands for Sunday. Pies, little and big. aud in all conditions of preparation, are to b» seen hen*, and the average office boy or down-town "clerk" would imagine hintself in pie heaven were he to get upon the ground. Ask tlte most experienced housewife, and she will readily testify to the statement that it is no easy matter to make a first-class pie. Pie making Is easy with the young bride only. ' Still, In tills big factory s|M>keu of, it really does seem a simple affair the putting together of fruit aud dough because the workmen go through the performance in Empire State Express order: hut it Is practice aud experience with them rather ilia 11 personal pleasure. To make a pie correctly, as well as digestlvely, it is necessary to resort to four processes.. 'lake, for instance, a mince pie. The work of preparing the tilling is the first undertaking, and then In regular order come the task of making the crust, filling the pie and baking It. Contrary to some ideas. It is essential to the welfare of the aforesaid pie that the meat required lie of n superior kind. This obtained, it. Is consigned to an immense steam-jacketed copper kettle that has the capacity of a medium sized barrel, 111 this way it Is cooked, and then intrusted to tile beneficial graces of nu enormous chopping machine, that does Its work as finely a projectile front a twelve-inch gun might do with a wooden fence. Next come for attention the beef suet, apples, citron, currents, spices, and finally the brandy, mid these are nilxitl with the mincemeat by another machine, and are sent to the filler. White Ihe mincemeat Is being mixed with the other mixture, another force Of men are preparing Ihe crust. This force of men work before an Immense trough, und are rigged out In clothes of inimaculaie white, wllh hare arms as powdered with flour us the hair on their heads. The trough Is partly filled with flour, and shortening or lard is worked into il by the white workmen. Water that lias been specially Iced Is worked into the mixture in the trough, and Ihe whole thing soon takes on quite a dough-like appearance. This dough Is taken to another force of men, who roll it out Into I hit) slices and place It on tin plates. 'Tills operation Is perhaps the quickest of any of the processes. The men go through the mountain of dough like wind through 11 sand hill. Quicker Hum it takes to tell, the white-covered tins are delivered to the flllers-lu, and 110. army of old topers ever filled in as rapidly as they do. All use a long-handled dipper which has n. capacity Just sufficient to fill one pie. With this dipper In one hand and Ihe dough-covered tin plate lit tin* other, the fillcr-lu dips the illpiicr into the barrel of filling alongside of him, raises It In the air ami with a graceful movement, of Ids wrist turns It Inlo the waiting plate. This accomplished. every tiling Is ready for Ihe oven. The latter Is a gigantic thing operated much on the style of the Ferris wheel. Suspended by Its nxle above a red-hot fire Is a wheel about 12 feet long und Id Inches in diameter. Eight Iron plat forms are hung from the rims of this wheel, and upon these platforms the pies are placed. The manner of suspension is such that the pies always remain horizontal. One of the platforms Is always over the opening In the* oven. 'The attendants cover the platform with pies and the wheel Is then turned tintll the next platform comes into view, which In like manner Is tilled. Tills is continued until tho eight platforms have boon covered. 'The next turn brings Into view the first, lot put in, nil baked to a nicety. 'They are then removed anil the pint form filled again. Again the wheel turns and another army of linked pies Is presented and removed. Thls'ls continued hour after hour so long 1/ the demand lasts. An average of about 1,100 pies are baked hourly over this oven. The pie factory Is a great Institution, and must be seen to lie appreciated.

Clocks of Savages.

Neither clock nor timepiece Is to be found In Liberia. The reckoning of time is made entirely by the movement and position of the sun. which rises at (I A. M. and sets at (i P. M. almost to the minute all the year round, and at noon is vertically overhead. The islanders of the South Pacific have no clocks, but make an Ingenious and reliable time-marker of (heir own. They take Hie kernels from (he nuts of the candle tree and wash and string them on the rib of a palm leaf. The first or top kernel is then ligbled. All of the kernels are of the same size and substance, and each will burn a certain number of minutes and then set tire to the next one below’. The natives tie pieces of black cloth at ••egtil.u* intervals along the.string to mark tlie divisions of time. Among Hie natives of Slngar, in tire Malay Archipelago, another peculiar device is used. Two bottles are placed neck and neck, and -and is put in one of them, which pours itself into the other every half hour, when the bottles are reversed. There is a line near by, also, on which arc. hang twelve rods, marked with notches from one lo twelve.

Curious Eggshells.

Amcng the things of curious interest at the University of Chicago is a vase containing the lonuiins of egg shells. These shells once contained hard boiled eggs, which were preserved by having bitumen poured over them and wore placed in the tombs for ilie sustenance of the dead during their .journey to the other world. The shells are several thousand years old.

WILL RAISE ELEPHANTS.

Novel and Extensive Enterprise Projected in California. I.ewis Fells, one of the proprietors o Forepangh & Felix Bros.’ Circus, owns 500 acres in Merced, Cal., and the firm is trying to obtain 500 more acres to add to them. Instead of raising fruit, says the Fau Francisco “Call," ihey wi’l raise animals. They have come to the conclusion that the climate of California is advantageous for that purpose and in view of that fact are endeavoring to get animals properly mated here. The firm has a man In England, George O. Fturr, engaged in securing animals, lie lias been an extensive traveler in South Africa, Fast India anil throughout tlic world, having made forty-two trips between America and Eiiroj>e. llis whole time is devoted to securing animals. The firm already has a big stock. First there is a pair of hippopotami. There arc two or three pairs of lions, of the African and Asiatic variety; there are fourleeu elephants, there are one pair of llamas, seven camels, all sorts of antelopes, leopards, one pair of tiuers (lfoyal Bengal \ one pair of zebras, one eland, one pair of nylghaus, seven kangaroos, and specimens of till kinds of wild animals. The elephants will he placed in a retreat representing as near as possible an AfricM jungle. 'They are the most secretive of all the auimals. There will be large cages built for the lious and tiger 1, the floors of which will be the ground, and in these cages there will be compartments made of trees aud tropical plants so that aside from the confinement of tlie grated cages the conditions will be almost identical with their native lairs. In a field inclosed by a sixteen-foot high fence will he the places for the elands, nylghaus, niger und other antelopes, nod in another the zebras, llamas and camels will lie raised where they will be broken to work in hupiess and to In ar packs similar to the work done by these animals in’their native country. it is expected that the camel ranch will he a mod profitable part of the enterprise. Camels breed in captivity even better than in their wild state, and will be invaluable for use in sections of tho country where water is scarce, und where It is impossible to drive mules, or where u railroad cannot he built. It is expected that the development of mining in the desert serih ns of this country will give employment to large numbers of camels, und the demand for them will be undoubtedly very great. A whole Hock of kangaroos will bo turned loose, and it will not be strange if within ten years California will become as noted for kangaroos as Australia is at this time. Tropical birds will be another feature. A large amphitheater will be erected, covered wllh glass, in which the birds will lie turned loose. A large artificial lake will he made, the water for which will he supplied from tho IlolTmuu-Urocker irrigating system, and the pair of hippopotami will be placed in it, where they will lie undisturbed for mouths at a time. over I,OuO acres of lan 1 will be used and natives will look after the work who understand the habits aud characteristics of the animals. It Is expected to supply the zoological gardens an I menageries of the entire world from this only zoological Bleeding ranch on earth, and it will hu the means of advertising California more than anything yet introduced Agents will Ini sent to every purt of the civilized world to represent this enterprise and t<> sell and train new animal*.

Oil Fuel for War Ships.

A writer in a recent number of the He vista Nauiica remarks that all the groat naval powers Imvo been experimenting with petroleum fuel. In 1 «9il many of the Italian war ships carried a supply of ttsiaki to be used as ,un adjunct to their ordinary fuel supply, while many of the torpedo-boats were fitted to use it exclusively. England is stilled lo liuvc in ado the most progress in this lino, while Russia, to whom the mutter Is of special Importance, owing to her enormous supplies of petroleum, comes second. The advantages of the liquid, it is slutod, comprise a reduction in the weight and volume of combustible required for a given horsepower lu Hie engines. An increased rudins of action is thus obtained. The oilcan, moreover tin stored tit least pari l* ally below water line, out of the way of •liejle. There is no fear of spontuueoue combustion of the oil, such as occasionally occurs with coal, and being tree from sulphur, tliu oil fuel is not likely to deteriorate the boiler shell or tubes. The operation of firing, so arduous with coat, becomes extremely easy with petroleum, and once tho draught is properly adjusted, there is no stream of telltale llame front the funnels of the boat. The furnace doors can be kept closed, thus avoiding the rush of cold air on to the boiler, which occurs every time fresh coal is placed on the furnace grate. Tile operation of ••coaling,” if one may use the term, becomes also extremely simple, ami cHn be carried out successfully in mid-ocean an I in rough weather. The evaporative power of tlie oil is, weight for weight, superior to that of coal and in practice 15,290 pounds of water have been evaporated from lieat at 213 degrees Fahrenheit, with one pound of oil, that theoretically due being about 20.5 pounds. "Some of onr chief authorities on power appear to be of the opinion that liquid fuel is likely to displace coal in the near future over a large area,” says the iron and Trades Review. "The residue of the distillation of petroleum or shale oil, known by the name of mazouth and nstatkis, is successfully used on more than seventy-two locomotives on the Volga railwar. In England there has recently been constructed a torpedo boat of about eighty-six tons displacement. She has a double bottom divided up into eight water-tight compartments, which are used as hulks or bunkers for the oil and which holds from fifleen tons to sixteen tons. As these compartments are emptied of the liquid fuel they are filled with water, so that the draught an I stability of the boat remains always the same. This boa ’s engines are ordinary triple-expansion. The boiler is of the ordinary locomotive type, with the special fittings necessary for liquid-fuel burning. It is fitted with thirty-one oil jets, which arc feii by a Worthington pump, which draws the fuel from the double bottom and delivers it into a cylindrical lank, where it is put uuder air pressure. It has been claimed that the results of all trials up to the present time have been to show that there are only two ways of burning liquid fuel, viz.: either by menus of atomizers for large powers or gasifiers for small powers. Of course, in England, where coal is cheap, and oil or petroleum so relatively dear, we could hardly expect the latter to make sucli headway as in Russia or the Balkan states.”

Her Six Sons Are Policemen.

There is au ‘old lady named Skeats Hvlng in London who Ims six sons on the police force, all of whom have over twenty-four years’ service to their credit. Mrs. Skeats has had but one (laughter, and slic inis evinced the family trait by marrying a London police man.