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I read a legend of a monk who painted In an old convent cell in days by-gone ftctaree Of martyrs and of virgins earn ted,

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And .the sweet Christ-faoa with the crown of thorn. Poor daubs! not fit to be a chapel's treasure!

Fall many a tanating word upon them fell, Bat the good abbot let him, for his pleasure, Adorn with them his solitary cell. O ie night the poor monk moeed: "Could I but render 11 Honor to Christ as other painters do,

Were bat iiy skill as great as is the tender Lore that inspires me when His cross 1 -Sgs^| new! v*

'Bat no—'tis vain toil and striye Inserrow What man so eaorns still less can He aa-

My life's work it ril caat mr ii

laeleee—to-morrow nght pictures on the •a^#3e:«!isisgv

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Hs raised his "eyes within his cell—oh, wonder I There stood a Visitor—thorn-crowned.was he, And a sweet voice the silence rent asunder— "I scorn no_w rk that's done for love of me." **V 'v,»- fe-

And ronnd the walls the paintings shone resplendent With lights and colors to this world un.j known,

A perfect beauty, and a hne transcendent, That never yet on mortal canvas shone.

There is a meaning in the strange old story— Let none dare judge his brother's worth or aeed The pure intent gives to the act its glory, the noblest purpose makes the grandest

By CHARLOTTE BEABME,

AVTBOB OF "BORA THORNB."

CHAPTER L. "SHOT DEAD."

Lord Damer had gone down to the breakfast room to see about some particular letter that he expected. He had whispered to Hope that Florence was not at all well, that she was very tired, and asked her to take the superintendence of the breakfast table.

Isabel Damer had looked up with her keen eyes. "What is that, Karl ?—Florence tired I am very sorry. She ought to be in brilliant looks and brilliant spirits, too, on the day of the fete."

Lord Damer did net quite like the tone of the lady's voice. "There is never any want of brilliancy in Lady Damer," he replied, coldly, and Isabel smiled contemptuously.

It was a relief to her to turn to pretty Mrs. Tempest, who sat at her right hand, and speak half- pityingly of Loud Darner's infatuated fondness for his wife. "I assure you," she said, "he can see no fault in her. In his eyes, she is everything that is perfect." "It should be so," said Mrs. Tempest. "I hope my husband thinks the. same of me." "Oh I yes, certainly," replied Isabel, moralizing "but then these very intense lovers frighten me, Mrs. Tempest. Man must not make idols, you know. I am always airaid lest something should happen to punish the idolatry."

Mm. Tempest tried, for a minute, to look as though she were in church, failed most decidedly, and began to think Mis-, tress Isabel many degrees less charming than she had first believed.

In the meantime a footman had glided quietly into the room, and had spoken a iew quiet words to Lord Damer. One or two of the visitors saw him look up hurriedly. A few minutes afterward he calmly and quietly left the room.

The calm and quiet died out of his face as he saw the little knot of servants talking in the hall. He went up to them at once. "What is this?" he asked "what is found?"

man shot dead, my lord Roberts, the head keeper, found him half an hour ago, lying by the coppice gate." "Dead?" asked Lord Damer. "Gold and dead, for long hours past, my lord." "Send at once to Avonwold for the inspector of police. Let nothing be done or touched until he comes," said Lord Damer. "HaB there been any poaching duriDg the night?" "Roberts knew nothing of it," was the reply.

And then Lord Damer, knowing his wife was nervous, and easily frightened, went to her room to tell her the truth himself, before any one else could terrify her. I He dressed himself, but would not go to the spot until the superintendent arrived. He had not long to wait.

Sergeant Ayiton' soon s-rrived with two of biB most active and intelli, ent men. They went together, wilb some of .* the men servants from Avonwold.

Roberts, the keeper, was standiig by the gate, aud there, on the long grass, they saw the dead body lying, still untouched.

Roberts touched his hat most respectfully to Lord Damer. "I know the value of evidence, my lord," he said, "and I have not allowed tthebody to be touched until the superiotendent came." "You have done quite right," said Lord Damer "one cannot be too cau tious in these cases."

Then Sergeant Ayrton knelt down, and, raising the body in his arm*, turned the face to the light. "This is no poacher," he said. "It is a case of murder. This man has been shot through the heart

One of the men suggested that the body should be carried into the keeper's cottage, which was near, and there remain until the inquest was held.

A litter was soon brought, and then {hey raised the silent figure that had lain through all the long, silent hours of the summer night.

There were stains of blood on Uie grass, and the leaves, and the wild flowers. "A terrible shot," said the sergeant

"It could not hare been a robbery a

said "there is no lack of money Eere. There was not, indeed. A large purse was filled with gold there was, Iwrides, a roll of bank notes the gold watch and chain, upon which poor"Rob had prided himself, was untouched the rings shone on the dead fingers. "No," said Sergeant Ayrton, there has been BO robbery, my lord. It if case of murder!" "Who could have done it? What the object? I should not say this poor fellow had one enemy in the wide world. Who can haveshot him down like a at my own doors?" "We shall find all that out my lord, replied the sergeant. He turned, then, to one of his men. "Do yon remain here," he said, "and search well among the grass. You will find, perhaps, i» weapon, or ^something that may give us clew."

Then a mournful procesaion was form ed, and the dead man was carried to the keeper's tent, carried through the golden gleam of sunshine, the music of the birds, and the sweet fragrance of woodland flowers.

Lord Damer stood by while the quiet figure was laid on the bed. "It is very sad," he said, "very dread ful. The brother of this unfortunate young man is Lord Dysart's secretary. He is the son of a widowed mother, who will feel his loss most keenly. I cannot help thinking, Ayrton, thathe has been shot by one of the keepers in mistake for a poacher." "It may be so," was the cautious reply "That would be a misadventure—not 6 bad as a murder, not so dreadful. We can do no more here, my lord. I shall leave one of my men here for the mainder of the day."

In the meantime, the policeman who had been told to search the ground had most diligently pursued his occupation. He had expected to find a pistol, a revolver, but nothing of the kind rewarded his search.

There was no scrap of paper, no halftorn envelope, no knife bearing initials —nothing.

Policeman Knox was disappointed: his superintendent would not be pleased if he had nothing to show him, whereas, if he had the good foftune to make a discovery, however small, it would be well for him.

He went patiently, inch by inch, oyer the ground he found nothing but crimson stains.

Just as he was giving up the search despair, his eye was attracted by the glitter of something shining on the other side of the gate he hastened there, and, parting the leaves, saw a bracelet on the ground. He picked it up with an exclamation of surprise.

A superb- bracelet, made of pale, pure gold, and studded with costly emeralds, the most beautiful ornament he had ever seen the clasp was unfastened,.asthough it had fallen unheeded from some one's arm.

He looked at it earnestly. Underneath the clasp was a spring he touched it it opened, and he saw it was a smsll portrait. It was one of exquisite beanty and finish he recognized it at once— Lord Darner's face.

What does this mean he said to himself. "It is very strange." He hurried with his prize to his superintendent, who looked anxious as he saw what it was. "I shall telegraph to Scotland Yard, he said. "I do not like the appearance of this case there is more in it than one would think at first."

And that same morning he telegraphed for one of the ablest detectives on the staff.

CHAPTER LI.

r1 I AVONWOLD IN SHADOW.

111 news spreads more quickiy ihan good. Before 10 o'clock that morning, the whole neighborhood knew that there had been a terrible murder at Avonwold a man shot dead close to its very doors.

Of course, it spoiled the fete. People may be gay, fond of pleasure and amusement, but few are heartless enough to dance over the grave of a fellow-creature. There was but little thought of dancing that day Avonwold. Carriage after carriage drew up to the Btately portals, containing ladies who had heard the story on their way, and declared, with a shudder, they could not think of intruding upon Lady Damer, who must have been terribly shocked.

Those who heard the news before the hour of starting, did not offer to leave home. Murder and death are not pleasant words.

The horror was deepened when it became known that the young man found dead was a brother of Mr. Elster, Lord Dyart's secretary and favorite.

So the musicians who had been engaged packed up silently and went away. The flags waved among the trees, the beautiful decorations over which so much time and money had been expended were all useless the flowers gathered were left to wither and die men's minds were filled with one idea—the terrible deed done under the lime trees.

Her grace at Redfem drove up, one of the earliest guests. It was Mrs. Isabel Damer who received her, offering many apologies for the mistress of Avonwold, who lay ill and unable to rise in her room. "I have heard," said the duchess,, a terrible thing. I do not wonder that Lady Damer is ill, though, between onreelves, I did not think she was to sensitive. I should never like a place again where anything of the kind had happened." "It is most annoying," said Isabel. "Of course our sympathies are with the unhappy victim, butl cannot forget what annoyance it must be to Lord Damer, who was engrossed heart and soul in the fete." "Very tiresome for him. Do I understand you that Lady Damer is keeping her room?" "Quite prostrate, and'unable to rise,' as he re "Dear me!' and the duchess drew her chair nearer to Mrs. Darner's. "Do

ot tnrougn ine neari. cnair ueurm J®u Lord Damer bent down to look at the not think it strange that she should take rigid face, on which the summer sun the matter so deeply to heart? Of course thone then he cried out, in a loud voice: "I know this man." & "You know him, my lord?" "Yes," he continued "he_ is the brother of a gentleman who visited us. It is Mr. Robert ElBter. What can have brought him here, and who can have shot him?" "That is what we have to find out." said the sergeant. "Yes, there can be no mistake, my lord he must have been lying here for hours. What is to be done?"

Damer stood very quiet

looked pale and anxious he did not like thin murder, so close to the gate of his home. "Do you think it is a robbery he asked. "I cannot account for such a terrible deed."

Sergeant Ayrton emptied the pockets pf the dead man.

the unfortunate" person was quite a stranger to her?" "I should imagine so. Bur then, yop know, my detr duchess, Lady Damer is difficult to understand -I could never get on with her. "If anything of the kind happened at Hiiatholme, I should be very grieved," said the duchess, "but I really should nbt take to my room." "Nor I. But Lady Damer does what no one else would do." "I do pot know why I have the impression," continued her grace, "but I have an idea, Mrs. Damer, that we shall hear more of this. You will let me know if anything occurs." "I will not fail," replied Isabel, and the two parted with an unexpressed, but none the less, fervent wish that the foreboding should be accomplished.

The Duchess of Redfem had never forgiven her beautiful young rival for usurping her throne she had waited all these long years with quiet malice to see if anything would happen to avenge her, and it seemed to her that at last there was a glimmer of light. "To go to her room ill, because a strange man is shot dead at her gate! It is impossible. I shall hear more of this, or I am greatly mistaken."

In the meantime, with the thoughtful kindness that characterised him, Lord Damer had sent over to Hatton Court. He told liord Dysart aa briefly as possible

what had happened, and begged rf him to break the intelligence gently to Verner

"The better plan would be," he wrote, "to bring.him over here at once, as may throw some light on what seems me the most mysterious affair that ever

Fiord Dysart followed his friend's advice he told his wife that the fete at Avonwold was postponed in consequence of an accident that happened in the park. When she asked eagerly what it was, he told her, and Lady Dysart, for Vomer's sake, was deeply grieved. "Nat so much for the young man him self," she said, "for I considered him, without exception, the most disagreeable person I had ever seen, but for poor Veraer, who was so warmly attached him."

Lord Dysart told his son, whose first thought as a matter of course, was for Rose how dreadfully nppleasait and disappointing for her. His second was ©f Verner, whom he loved as his own brother. "I wish one could bear it for him or save him from it,1' he said to his father, when they went together to the room where Verner sat, busily engaged with a catalogue he was preparing for Lord Dysart.

He looked up, with a smile on hie face, as they entered. "I am afraid I am late," he said, "this should have been completed last even ing. Lord Dysart, you will think I pre sume on your kindness." "I shall never think

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so disagreeable," said Lord Dysart, and, then looking at the bright, handsome face before him, he loathed bis task.

walked idly to the table, and taking up some papers that lay there, he feigned to be deeply interested in them. Then, as though a sudden thought had struck him,- he said: "When did you hear from home last Verner?" "A few days since had a letter from my mother," he replied. "And your brother—does he write?" "Not often letters are not much in, his way. I believe he dislikes pens^ and ink as much as he can dislike anything.'

He looked up with a smile into Lord Dysart's face, bat no answering smile met his. "Not in the least in fact, of late I have heard very little of him. My mother says nothing, and he does not often write himself." "You would be surprised then to hear that he had been seen at Avonwold

Verner laughed. '•I do not think I should believe it,'' he replied "I should imagine it to be a case of mistaken identity." "I fervently hope it may be so," caid Lord Dysart, gravely. "The fact is, Verner, I have had a note—a hurried, hast, iiy-written note—from Lord Damer, and he tells me your brother, Mr. Robert Elster, was at Avonwold last night, and that an accident has happened to him there—an accident so serious, as to cause them to put oft the fete which was to have been held there-to-dajr."

Verner had risen from his seat, in uncontrollable surprise. My brother Rob at Avonwold!" he cried. "There must be some mistake, Lord Dvsart—it is impossible." "Do you know of Anything that would be likely to bring him here—had he any friends at Avonwold "No. Lord and Lady Damer were both very Eind to him while he was in London but it would never enter his mind to go to see them without telling me. If Tie is here, he has come to see me.

"Then what took him to the coppice at the park? He must have gone there purposely "Who. says he was there?" inter rupted Verner. "Ah," said Lord Dysart, sadly, "I forgot you do not know. Yes, he was at the coppice gate, close to the lime grove, and he—no not let me startle you, Verner—he was shot there." "Shot!—my brother! Oh, Lord Dy sart, there must be tome mistake—it catinot be trae!" "You shall come with us we are goir over at once Come witb us, and you will see."

A few minutes later, the eail, his son and his young secretary were driving hastily to the park. Vernor spoke but seldom, he was stunned and bewildered, he could neither understand nor credit the story he had heard. What shculd Rob be doing at A. von wold? Who would shoot him, unless, indeed, the keeper had imagined him to be poaching?

But then he remembered the lime trees were close to the hall, a most unlikely place for beepers, whose duties lay in the park and woods.

They reached the keeper's cottage, and there found Lord Damer waiting for them. He took Verner's hand in his. "My dear boy," he said, "tbis is very shocking, very dreadful for you. Come upstairs with me I do not think I can have made a mistake in the identity."

They went upstairs all together, and Verner, looking at the dead face,^ cried: "There is no mistake—it is, indeed, poor Rob."

To be Continued in the Sunday £xprm.]

|A Chinese Bill of Pare In a recent letter to the Sentinel Minister Denby writes as follows:

I append a copy of the bill of fare at* the viceroy's dinner, !rom which you will see that they live almost as well in China is you do in Indianapolis. This is a literal copy of the menu as furnished in English. There were also menus in Chinese. The occasion was made grand "y the firiDg of artillery salutes, parades jf soldiers, and the gathering of many Chinese dignitaries. Before I get through I shall describe a disr tinctive Chinese dinner. This one was very elegant. There were foreign and native wines, sugar bowls, napkins, knives and ferks—chop sticks. The dinner was served by numerous attendants in courses. It occupied several hours. There was something between the courses. Healths were drunk from time to time. Th« viceroy was very pleasant and entertaining. He is a fine scholar, and is one of the ablest men in China. His name is Chang Chi Yung.

Bill of fare of a dinner given by the vievroy of Canton to Hon. Charles Denbv, minister of the United States, April'22,1886:

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4 Cold meats. 4 Dishes for eaoh person. I Biche-de-mer. j'

Dried fruits. Fresh fruits. Preeeryes. Sweetmeats.

II Bam and greens, III Boiled pork. IV Fish maw.

Side dishes for each person. 8 Roasts. I Birdsnest soup. I Boasted pork. II Shark's fin. II Beastcd pig's skin. III Fungus. Ill Boasted duck. IV Minoed bean curd. IV Boasted mutton.

-Chinese pie.

Minoed chicken. VI Bamboo shoot. VII Shrimp balls. VIII Fish head.

Chinese pie,

Boasted fish. VI Boasted ham. VII Boasted pegion. VIII Boasted ohiokeo.

Chinese 0le.

Chinese pie.

Bice, congee,

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Canton, April 33, 1886.

And Now He Thinks Perhaps He Will Senator Voorhees was asked last week if he was a candidate for the presidency says an exchange. He replied: "Every body is, and after a man has been in national politics for a quarter of a century he begins to pick himself out for that place. I've reached this point, but it is only a harmless amusement. The Democratic party has taken tp playing the 'Duchess of Gerolstein' lately, and is given to eccentricities in the way of promoting privates. We old fellows are of aoooant any more."

WOMAN AND HOME.

the Monotony of HomwkMplat The monotony of housekeeping is said by housekeepers to be its chief est drawback. -From Monday morning until Sunday night the same duties are to performed over and over again, washing on Monday, the ironing Tuesday, baking on Wednesday, sweeping on Friday and the wprk of Saturday, follow eadh other with regularity, which nothing interrupts but the weather, sickness and death. Even the seasons, after five or six years, afford little change, so swiftly does spring house-cleaning succeed the spring sewing and the fall pickling and preserving. Even the whims and perversities of servjmtB are painfully alike in their stupidity and maliciousness. There are, to br sure, occasional feasti and festivals interspersed with the business ol living Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthday celebrations, luncheons and dinners. But beneath all this lies the weariness of doing exactly the same things over and over again at precisely the same time and in the same manner

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But the tired and discouraged house keeper should reflect that this is life, all there is of it or in it, and the ease with which ite duties are met, the happiness to be derived from the abundance with which she is provided, depends wholly upon her own cheerfulness of spirit and ability to make mqph of little.

There are among us what may be called a national spirit of discontent, and a contempt for seemingly insignificant things. It has become proverbial that we take our very pleasures dejectedly and solemnly. In this respect Europeans are a striking contrast to us. They let no opportunity pass which affords some excuse for marking a day by some especial observance, every, birthday, Christmas, Twelfth Bight, Easter, and with frequenting^ outings in ihe summer and autumn. Their domestic arrangements are much Bimpler than onrs, especially in France ana Germany, while washing day comes but twice a year .or not at all, and where the bread baking, also, is done out of H6e house. Parents make a business of amusing their children, but notin the American way, which is ruinous indulgdnce that fails to satisfy or even please and children, honoring their parents as tenderly as they love them, make much of the fete by which their birthdays are marked.

And it may be well to add,_in conclusion, that there is no life that is not more or less monotonous. Unmarried women in business, can testify to this. It is necessary. The tasks of each day must be' systemized, and the moie perfectly this is do :8, the easier they become. The teacher has her programme from which she seldom departs, the same lessons at the same hour with the same 'explanations and illustrations. The clerk has h^r especial department, the stenographer her routine, the journalist her especial task, which varies only in the matter prepared, and never in the manner of preparation. It lies with the individual, then, to cultivate courage, and continually renew her interest by healthful recreation and such change as her own ingenuity will suggest. In these days^ of much entertaing, of clubs, libraries, tood music and lectures, with the ease and cheapnees of travel, life should be dull and uninteresting to none.

MABT H. KROTJT.

The Interior gives William D. Howells this smart rap across the knuckles: Men are apt to outgrow their wives intellectually, if their wives' minds are set on home and children, as they should be and allowance for this ought to be made, if possible. I would rather that in the beginning the wife should be the mental superior--—[W. D. Howells in September Century.

The lime for this supercilious and boshy t»l&, if it ever existed, came to an nd a ceDtury or more ago. Probably he wife of the man who wrote it, if he hBsope, was, "in the-beginning," his mental superior." If the isn't BO to-day, _t is because an uncongenial and overbearing egotism on the part of the husband has either crushed her intellectually or killed her. If the intellect of the wife does not, in its development, advance equally with that of the hus&and, but, perhaps, along different lines, it is for lack of opportunity, and the result is one of which the husband, and not the wife, should be ashamed.

Mrs. Helen M. Gougar, of Lafayette,, iias been in England and Ireland during the past season. The greater part cf her time was spent in Ireland, where she made careful inquiry into the condition of the laboring people, both Catholic and Protestant. Her letters to the Indianapolis Journal and the Chicago Inter Ocean have been full of interest. She will deliver a series of lectures on the Irish question during the winter. f-S* -J*L '.r V.M

Pemonal.

Ella Wheeler Wilcoxl ikea go to farmers' festivals. Mrs. Olive Cleaveland Clarke, of Springfield, Mass., has just entered her 102d year.

Mrs. Langtry, who is now coming over on the Alaska, pays $500 for the cabin she occupies

Miss Marie Nevins, who married Jas. G. Blaine, jr., was to have appeared in a minor part with Modjeska in October.

Queen Victoria is Very strict in the matter of court etiquette. She even makes grammatical rules and insists on being referred to as Her Majeetr, not her Majesty.

The onoe famous singer Adelina Speech, for whom Adelina Patti was named, died recently jn Rome. She was, in her day, considered the rival of Malibran, but her extraordinary corpulency compelled her to withdraw from the stage at the age of twenty-four.

Mrs. U. 8, Grant is desirous of selling her cottage at Long Branch. Housekeeping all the year round tells on her strength, and with the cottage out of her possession she eould, she thinks, obtain a beneficial respite from household cares bv traveling abont in the sufnmer. "Mother" Bickerdyke visited Boston this summer in the interest of an old soldier who needed aid, and then returned to her work in the United States mint in San Francisco. She is seventy-three yearn old, and was voted a pension of $25 per month by the last congress, but no back pay.

Mrs. Sarah J. Lippincott (Grace Greenwood) is still residing in Tnscany, but wants to come home. Her daughter Annie, whose career as an opera singer began last winter under favorable auspices, but was interrupted by an illness that deprived her of the -free use of her voice, will make another attempt next winter, and the mother expects to stay with her.

The journals kept by Mrs. Joseph Cook during her round-the-world tour, fill twenty-one good-sized volumes, with not one erasure in all their pages—plain as print. These journals* contain full accounts of scenery, customs, persons and events, and are illustrated with one thousand photographs, taken by Mrs. Cook, who is a skilled amateur photographer. •.

Woman's InflvfiM*.

Enutftville Tribune. It has been urged against Senator Logan that his wife was the power behind the throne that she guided asd governed his political career, if not the compoeer of his speeches. Whether this maybe true or not, in the case of tin UHnojg

senator, it has been jwrtainly true la) the ease of many notedflneo. |It was tin buMnior sagacity and rare mental acoomplishmente of Madame Roland which gave fame to her husband, one of the most prominent figures in the French revolution of 1798. While die stood upon the guillotine she asked for pen ana paper to "writedown the strange thoughts in her mind."

It was to the wife of Guixot, the famous French statesman and historian, that was due his first prominence in the world of letters and his eventual advancement to political power. She brought him from obscurity, while vet she bore the name cf Pauline Meulan and in trod need him to the great circle of literary lights at Paris. In the course of his writings he frequently refers to his wife as being the instrument by which he had attuned fame.

Benj. Disreali owes much of his early distinction to the political sagacity and mental endowments of his wife. She is Baid to have even trained him in elocution. ip! and we shau never know how men who have electrified the world wi their wonderful giftB have had behind them the silent but potent inf uence of their wives.

Such examples are common in history, we shall never know how many with

The Bronte*.

Gentlemen's Magaaina. Mrs. Gaskell, to say the least, though a clever writer in her own walk, is not a safe biographer. Twice already she has been threatened with actions at law for libelous and defamatory statements. Now, sometimes such things happen in the hurry of composition, or through various mistakes, but, really, hers were malicious, though in the case ot Mr. Cams Wilson, whom I have always had pleasure in believing a finished specimen of a certain religious party, sne may have had some ground. Think of this man, when grimly lecturing the little trembling child, C. B., upon her hesitating in beautiful sincerity of heart to win her favor by saying that she loved hei Psalms—yelling out, "How? Not love King David's Psalms! Why, I have a young son who prizes them beyond gingerbread nuts" And it appears that he was not without some excuse for making this pretense since always on rejecting with disdain the gingerbread that sought to seduce him from his allegiance to the psalmist, he knew by repeated experience that he should receive a triple ration of the nuts. In Charlotte Bronte's preternatural timidity, sbynees and shrinking from notice, surely there was a morbid basis of self-esteem, nourished almost to insanity by solitude. As fft Emily Bronte, how unamiable does her reserve, carried actually up to her dying moments, appear! And in thestory of the bulldog she is shown in a repulsive character—brute against brute. Little did she or her sisters know the extent of the risk which they ran in the savage boxing contest with him, and he really possessed that demonic obstinacy and pluck which many bulldogs have, but, luckily for them—he had not The brother, Branwell, evidently with some traits of genius, is left too unexplained. And the papa seems to me a strange embodiment of selfishness."

Cooking Vegetables.

Good Hauiekeeping. It is surprising what a difference there is in the time required for coeking many vegetables that have stood a day or two after the picking, as compared with those whieh have eome fresh from the garden. For example peas that are picked in the morning for use the same day, can be cooked in about half the time that would be needed if the same peas were kept a day or two longer. Besides, the flavor of vegetables that are cooked while fresh is much superior to that of those which have stood for some time

Ears of green corn that are just filled will, if plunged into boiling water as soon as gatheiid, cook in ten minutes, oi perhaps in less time, while the same corn I kept for one or two days, will require twice as much time for cooking and will not be so tender and fine flavored as if cooked at once. This is where one having a garden of her own has a greft advantage of the housekeer who is obliged to get her supplies from the market Eating green peas and corn in the country spoils one for anything that can be bought in a city market.

Apiece of cooking soda about the sice of a pea will, if added to a quart of beans, make them tenderer and preserve the green color. -It should not be added until the vegetables are half cooked. If

A Cheap Paper Back/

Atlanta Constitution. Beg or buy at some faney goods shop a pretty handkerchief box, tuch as nice handkerchiefs come in to the dealers. They are abont twelve inches square and five-eighths or three-quarters of an inch deep. The covers of these often are far more artistic in their ornamentation than half the wall pictures and decorations we see every day.

The bottom of the box forms the back, the cover the !ront Set the edge of the back at the bottom edge, within the cover's bottom edge, and sew together witli strong thread make holes in £he sides of both front and back so that tne will come opposite each other through these neatly punched holes draw ribbons and tie in bows, there should be three bows on each side the sides should be four inches apart, at the top. Silver or brass-headed tacks willaecure this simple wall-pocket against the wall.

Have One Boom a Poem.

Ciiioago Tribune. Let us take the airiest, choicest and sunniest room in the house for our living room—the workshop where brain and body are built up and rewarded and there let us have a bay-window, no matter how plain in structure, through which the good twin angels—sunlight and pure air—can. freely enter. This window shall be the poem of the house. It shall give freedom and scope to sunsets, the tender green and changing tints of spring, the glow of summer, the pomp of autumn, the white of winter, storm and sunshine, glimmer and gloom—all these we can enjoy as we sit in our sheltered room, as the changing-years roll on.

An Egg Cosy.

Boston Globe. Anew idea for the breakfast table is an egg cosy, to keep boiled eggs warm. It is a square of thin canvas, worked in the ooi nars with a conventional design in silks and wools, lined with soft, brightcolored flannel and button-ho ed in points around the edges, beneath which is set a fringe of soft wool tassels lightened up with threads of tinsel.

The four corners are folded over as in a handkerchief case, to cover and protect the eggs, and tied at the points with rib bona, the whole making a bright and, in some cases, useful ornament for the table.

Woman in tbe Home.

The Chautanquan for October contains an article rem Rose Elizabeth Clave land on "Woman in the Home." Miss Cleveland makes this appeal in the closing of her article: "Have, first, of all, a home! No matter what yoar career, let it start from the home and return to the home. There is no measuring the length of voman's lever nor how it will and must reach and raise in all the great affairs of the world, in the areas of church and state and societv. But, however. tf)e Ipver length enf and stren jthensj and

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fields of the future, its fnleram can never change its place or its *as» and that ful cram is the home."

Bananas and Whipped Omm. A very delightful and easily prepared desert is one of bananas and whipped cream. Cut the bananas into small slicee, and over this poor cream, beaten till it is very stiff. Do aot sweeten the cream until aftur it is whipped, and then use the pnlvwixed sugar. Always flavor with a littte sherry or brandy. Five bananas ani a pint of cream mwa an ample dessert for six people. Serve in a colored dish impossible. If one has no servant, make this just before going to the table, and set it aside on ice otherwise do not let your eook begin until after you are seated at the table.

Cusid Fried Tomatoes./

The Caterer. Take solid, ripe tomatoes, and without removing the skins cut in slices from quarter to a half inch in thickness and fry them in lard—if fried in butter they won't keep so well—when done put into glass jars or tins, which should be widemouthed so as to admit the tomato with ou' breaking. Hermetically seal the jars and the contents will keep all winter and be ready for the table by simply heating them with cream sauce, making anew and delicious winter dish. fir* Seraana. HottSe'Decoratione.

Some new fire screens show delieate bamboo frames inclosing panels of semi transparent Japanese gauze, painted with fanciful designs, such as the battle of the frogs, in which the frogs are represented as sailing in water lily boats and attacking other frogs on shore. The firelight shines through these transparencies with pretty effect.

THE OLD MAID OF TO-DAY.

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Milwaukee Sua da/ Telegraph. According to the ideas of things which prevailed not so very long ago, the woman who did not marry was a blighted being. It did not matter whether she remained single from choice or necessity for, since it was considered a woman's only manifest, and unalterable destiny to marry, she must, of course, be regarded as a failure in life if she did not do this. And though she may have refused forty offers of marriage, or have had the most imperative duties of any sort, or developed the most decided talent for some vocation in life other than marriage, yet neither one nor all of these would have been accepted as a valid reason why she should not follow what society had decidted was the only proper^course in life for her. Failing to become che mistress of her own home she was doomed to a life of dependence in that of some friend or relative, a useful creature who took cars of children and did the family mending, but was regarded with either pity or contempt even by those who profited most directly from her labor.

From this condition of things there arose in literature and in the minds of people in general the typical "old maid." She was always pictured as gaunt, angular, and forbidding in appearance morose and ill-tempered in disposition, as became a blighted and disappointed being hating youth and pleasure of all sorts, witl^a special grudge against love makin? and lovers, since they reminded her of her owp vanished youth and the opportunities which she had never had, or, having, had neglected. The part which she had played in the story was usually that of a butt for the others to scratch jokes upon or of a marplot or feminine villian whom all were pleased to see discomfited in the end.

But we have changed all that in these later days. With the edncatiun of women and the broadening of their opportunities in every way, their destinies have broadened also. A woman is still, perhaps, expected first to marry, and it is best for her that she should, provided her marriage can be a happy and suitable one. but if from her own choice, or a necessity arising from a lack of appreciation on the part of the other and more stupid sex, she remains at the end of her days what some one calls an "unclaimed blessing," she is no longer considered, from this circumstance alone, a failure and an unhappy cr*g*ure. She is no longer doomed to a lif.' o( dependence in the house of another, for a score of vo cations are open to her, in any one of which she may win a livelihood or even a competence. Consequently she commands respect, and far irom being a sub ject for contempt or pity, she is more likelv the object of open or secret envy on the part of most of her married acquaintances.

And so it has come about that the typical old maid of former times has passed away, and in the literature of to day we find a hew type, conforming to tbe new facts in the case, gnd quite different from the old. The modern old maid is not angular and forbidding in appearance, but plump and pleasing. She is not morose and ill-tempered, but jjlly and good-natured to an extent that makes her the best of company. As she has never had the all-absorbing cares which come with marriage, and has no family of sons and daughters growing up about her to remind her of the flight of years, she has naturally forgotten to grow old, and young people regard her as one of themselves when good times are being planned white in the matter of lovers and love-making she has had that experience which makes her simply invaluable as'confidaAt and adviser, and she is the repository of all the secrets of this Bort which exist within the range of her acquaintance. She dresses in exquisite taste, she pets a pug dog or a white rat, a golden beetle, or whatever animal fashion may dictate she entertains beautifully is idolised by her family, especially her young nephews has hosts of admirers, but is discretion and propriety personified is the guiding spirit in orphan asylums, hospital fairs, associated charity matters, and other good works, and, in short, lives out to the end of

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days a happy, useful, well-

rounded istence. The single woman who nas her own way to make in the world, has and nses no less opportunities, (hough they lie in different directions. She may be a teacher, earnest, single-hearted haying a formative hand upon the younjj minds and hearts of many, and becoming the spiritual mother, perhaps, of tens, scores, hundreds of sons and daughters.

She may be a scientist, and discover new wonders in the starry heavens, or resolve obscure chemical compounds. She may be a writer of books, which shall entertain or instruct thousands, or be privileged to speak the frequent words df warning, help, encouragement to multitudes through the columns of some great newspaper. She may heal the sick if she have a love and aptitude for that sort of work or plead the cause of the oppressed ia court, or preach re pentence to sinners. In fact, there is nothing she may. not do, and the single woman of to-day is no longer made to conform to one angular and disagreeable type, but is broad and manv-sided, as are her present opportunities, so that the "old maids" of to-day form one of

jaost positive and potent forces in-our modern civilisation.

Miss Horati San is a Japanese young lady who was converted to Christianity in her own country, and who ia now on a visit to Baltimore, where she attract* much attention,

"OLIVER OPTIC.'

CoHfam-Sonrthl* of Story-Write!"* Llh and

Viator t« the the ram Kxp St Loais Globe-Demoorat.

A wiry little man, fall of life and energy, cheery as the ranshine and ss promising of laughter, followed Mr. Sol Smith Bussell, the actor, into the box office of the Olympic theater yesterday morning. The man was Mr. William T. Adams, of Boston, who is known in every city and village ia this country as "Oliver Optic." The amount of good literature he has given the world of children is practicably inexhaastable and he seems young enough and vivacious enough to supply the next generation cf boys with as exciting narratives of ad vesture as he once filled the heads and hearts ot boys who are now known ooh as "old boys."

Mr. Adams walked into the box-offico, hung his light overcoat on a nail, put his hand valise in a corner ana in farmed Mr. Russell, hie son in-law, that he wes entirely at his command for the day. Five minutts later a merry party, consisting of Mr. Adams, Sol Smith Russell, Robert Russell, of Minneapolis, and Charles E. Russell, of Kansas City, three brothers, were occupying a carriage and seeing the sights. "I have had so many birthdays," said Mr. Adams, after he had returned from his drive, "that I no longer try to keep the ran of them. It's getting to be an old story. The last one came along the 30. of July, but I should never have known it if my attention bad not been called to it. You see, I have to family now, my only tie being Sal's wife, and there are not so many to remind me when roy birthday comes. Well my last one had escaped me entirely nntil late in the evening, when some of the b^ys of the Baltimore American telegraphed me: 'Congratulate you on your 64'h birthday. Bless you, that was the first 1 had heard of it." "You arernot writing much now, Mr. Adams?" naid the Republican reporter. "No one bock a year is at! 1 care do nowadays. My lifo work is nearly at an end, and sometimes I feel astboog I am not long for this world. Djn'tlo^k it? No, I suppose not. I feel it. rtioijt In tbe meantime, I take a great deal of pleasure in getting out my annua] vtl ume and ediiir^ the little paper for the children, Our Little Ones." "How many of your books have you published since your literary career be gan?" "I was just figuring it up this mornine, and I find the total number to be 113T, exclusive of tbe hundreds of my stories published only in current papers ard magszines. So, you see, when a man says he has read all of 'Oliver Optic,' you may safely rely upon it that he has been a very busy man and boy. My first took —though I had written many megszfne stories before that time—appeared in 1853, and began the series known as'Thr Boat Club."' "Have you paid much attention to recent literature?" "No for the reason that my eyesight igan troubling me sonfe years ago and felt compelled to (juit my reading, or at least to greatly limit it The truth i3, I have bejep brushing up my French an1 have react nothing but French books for some time patt. I intended to read the books of your 'Charles Egbert Craddock,' which have created quite a stir in Boston literary circles, but up to this moment I have not done so." "Is your residence in Boston 1" "I live in the ancient village of Dorchester, which is now within the. city limits of Boston and theiefore a part of the city. We have a great many points of historical interest in Dorchester, and I had the pleasure not long ago cf pointing them out to Mr. Robert D. Russeil here, who seemed greatly interested, especially in our church, which was built in 1630 In Boston, you know, we don't go quite back to Adam—only to Adam*." "Is this your first visit to tbe West "Oh, no. I have been all over thh country and all over Europe, but, as I wrote Sol, I bad never seen St. Loui, and it occurred to me th$t the conclave would afford me an opportunity of saeing the city under the most favorable auspices. Ob, yes, I am acquainted with ten or twelve good people here, and I presume if I should shake up my memory I could visit around very pleasant!? for a iew days but I am Sol's gu s', and consequently at his disposal."

Mr. Adams will remain in St. Louis several days, at the residence of Mr Short, on Washington avenue.

As an American writer of juvenile books, perhaps no one is better knowr or more popular than Mr. William T. Adams, whose pseudonym, "Oliver Op tic," is familiar to every household in the land. jMr. Daly as a Manager. London Truth.

Daly is a curiously American type of manager and adapter.* He is, I believe, prospering greatly. He told me thai he learned his business as the dramatic critic for three New York journals, and then thought he would like to try his hand at what he had written about so much, He understood what the public wanted, and as he had the reportoire of all Eu rope to cull from and adapt he would be at next to no expense for authors. So seventeen years ago he started hi* theatre and had Lewis from the beginning ia his company. I never a more diligent ''and les* nagging manager than Daly. He is simply ubiquitous behind tbe scenes, and, being light of foot, he runs hither and thither in an astonishing way gives fin ishing touches to the stage before the curtain rises is ready with cues to actors and actresses when it is up watches the aspect of the home notes .what effect brings it down so as to tell the persons to whom it may be due that it is one to repeat another night darts forward when bare-'shouldered ladies make their exits to see that wraps are qaickly thrown around them supplements the call boy when ha is not active, and never sets in any one's way or on anybody's nerrtB He is a man of few words, and yet not dry feverishly busy without being in fever cool-headed and gooJ-natnred.

The Frost Bell.

Fireman's Journal. The frost bell is doubtless the meamfof saving many tons qt graps in the Northern portion of California, whete the frost sometimes does so much damage. It consists of a wire running from different parts of the vineyard to the home. On the vineyard end of the wira is an apparatus that rings a bell at the houstwhen the thermometer desoeads to acer tain degree. When the bell is let off the occupants of the house know that tbei vines are in danger and immediately repair to the vineyard and light firrs different quarters, and thus prevent through the agency of this ingenious electrical device, the loss of tons of

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most luscious fruit grown en the Pacific slope. Xbe K. ot li. in Politic. Bradstreet's.

Tbe leaden of the miniature National party in Massachusetts have invited th» Knights of Labor to take part in politic? with than. In Connecticut a nventioo of delegates from labor oran^auionthave nominaetd a state ticket The im pression is growing in the Nev Ensla states that the Knights mean to Bee me power in politics. The Ma board of arbitration, bj (he w»y. has issued a circular lavitiug tbe employers and labor organisations oi

the state to give "careful consider' ation to the provisions of tbe act" under which the board has been organised. The intent of the statute is to provide a means of amicably aeitling differences between the two parties to labor contraiita. The first application for the intervention of the arbitrators was sent in this week in behalf of operatives in Chelsea^ where there has been a strike fr soma time ia two or three ss oei.ved ubber manufacturing concerns. The arbitrators can act only on the rtquest of one party or the oiLer for their interference.

ANIMAL MAGNETISM^*'

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Tooth Wbo I fammd mt Remarkable Powers.

The Nashville American reporter baa been able to gain some amusing inform*lion concerning the wonderful young man, Mr. Eugene Tyler, near Adairville, Ky., whr i* gifted witb some extraordinary power which is not explained to tha full satisfaction of the writer that is, no oie can tell what kiad «f a machine ha is, nor what he is likelr to develop, bat •ire it is, he possesses seme remarkabla gift which woald make him a terror to timid people, but fcr the high charao* ter tbe young gentleman maintains in the community. His conduct from boyhood up has made him a general favorite, and his association is sought ia all circ'es and hi* friends delight in the pleasant sensation exp-ri«DCtid from hia touch. One person describing one of hia performances, tay* be is a new kind of spiritual medium, another thought it a remarkably developed mesmericioSaence. Acother said, he is a living walking battery, a lightning generator another said, call him what jou «iil, he's got fire enow-^ in him to run a locomptive, and stir art it her of super&tituous turn of minv inks be is that same willapna wallapu* spirit that frightened the natives of Taylors Hill some time ago. Mr. Tyler is about 21 tears cf age, and from highly connected families on both sides.' He a son of William Tyler deceased grandson of William Tyler, «•., of Todd county, Kentucky closely related to tbe Smiths jatl Ttfffii if that county on his mother's side a grs 'm cl Wlity Taylor, a man honor if" tii* ni ii noble q-ialit '«-.•[ heart, anu ^eiy krn-rn as the su esr'ul race horse breeder of Todd county. One of his fav -rite tri. ks is makine people do silly ihiogi tins', their wili, just to show th» fortv of his geeius. lliis he does by mbbii his hacdi together, then Iay,m: tiitm touching the shoulders of the subject !e :eoperate on. The touch of his bai.d is like fire, and that instant the tu'ijtxt ia under his control to do his bidding, and ctn't rt-s'st the fof his irfluence. For iostance, if ti ifc a persou in ibe company who Arn hia powe at person itaay be cairied out bli 'folded, and while nbseat he ate to tbe witmtses every little silly set be purposes having per formed, and on return of the subject he ru^s his bands tlaetber, and so soon as sparks begin to flisb he lays his handa on the subject's shoulder", who instantly becomes charged like an electric battery and proceeds to perform every set promised.

The most interesting feature of hia wonderful gift is the power to 'I fortunes. He can take strangers nd his influence and tell them ever Hi they ever did in their lives, every emotivn of the heart and what has been their successes and failures, the causes, eic and then divine the luture. This talent makes him exceedingly popular with the ladies. These who have unruly husbands go to him to have the kinks taken out of their liege lords, and those who have no husbands go to find out who is to be the lucky fellow, and he becomes tbe confidanto of all and knows more secrets than a postmistress who hands out the postal. cards. Two girls, discussing his vemus, one said she was afraid of him. Why, inquired the other. Why, good gracious, auppoaa be should want a girl and jtist get hia hand oh her, she would be his anthen suppose after marriage sbe should accidentally cross him, don't jrou see he would strike her with lishtning. Well, observed the other, that don't make aay difference with me I am not'afraid of lightning I rather like tbe sabtile agent it's perfectly lovelyi I cuees he can get the girl he wants, and if -he makes him a sweet wile—say, Sallie, how do my bands beeome me? Eugene says 'they are real bewitching. At this point a wise matron put in, "girls, there is a fortune in thst boy. Why. if I was free and young again, 1 could sell him to a thousand towns in six months for $1,000' eacl for an electric light machine to light the streets. There is a cool million i'-» bim, I tell you.

have pulled out nearly all of my eld ma 's hair 'ryiig tndrxw electric sparks, hut there was not a particle of ectricity in him, notwithstanding be yelle-d like a lunatic in hades ail the while I was trying to raise the sparks."

Whatever there may be in these imports, and they are doubtless exaggerated, Mr. Tyler is certainly a very werthy young gentleman and possesses eome extraordiniry power.

AN ISLAND ABLAZE. $

A Terrific O mfl Drives Man Women and Himii to the Lak for Bmttf. While the Camdian steamer Isaaa May was at Manitoulin Island on the Canadian side of Lake Huron, the largest island in the great lake*, covered with cedar ltrees, the woods suddenly burst into a great blase. No sooner had the fire started than a wind storm sw.ipt over the icland, driving the fltmes in every ieotion. The people fl *d in terror to the beach and souvht shelter on board the ve.sel, which pulled out into the lake. Scores of beats roarirg with pain ran out of the woods with tbeir hair singed from their hides and plunged into the lake. The flame raged for five days, burning over acres of valuable timber, and destroying a vast »mount of stock piled on the beach for shipment Then a drenching rain storm set in aad continued until the fire was 'p-it out The fl fines shot into the air for hundred feet and turned night into day. oise waa deafening and amid a-1 tl. Jin and confusion thousands of bir^o iluttered around ih ir late homes tired with constant flight they dropp- into the lake or fell into the flames rand bean rushed from ths wood togt .'i and threw ttam&slve-t int) the cooling waters of the lake For five day) the fla tee held tbeir sway before the lumberman could retury to the isla-id.

Why the Hero Waa Nonplussed. London Life. The other dty a lady was knocked: down in tbe Strand by a horje, but hap* p'!y escaped wi f»-.w scratches. A ntleman re*cr. and said: "Can I get you arythi: .-he (much out of breath and gup -g with excitement): •'Oi—ah—can y«u kindly get me—" He: "Some braody?"* She: "No—aot —drlbk—some safety pins. I feel I'm falling all to pieces."

h# l4inofir«tlo 1*1**. Indian*-fUpaVataa. he moor trie idea is to abolish the pf jtectioF, and levy tbe Ur.ff oa things do uot prod if

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