Jasper County Democrat, Volume 1, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 November 1898 — Page 6

CHAPTER XXV. Eoiled, baffled, desperate, Beatrice— Lady Beatrice no longer—returned to her room. She fastened the door, she secured heraelf from all observation, and then gave loose to the hot, angry passion that raged within her. Her eyes gleamed with fnry; her face, in its livid passion, was terrible to see. She set her teeth, she clinched her strong white hands; hate and murder ran riot through her veins. She stood there like a beautiful, sullen fiend, forced to own that the Nemesis she had laughed at and scorned had overtaken her at last. Further than that she would not go. She would not say to herself that htr sin had found her out, and heaven itself had punished her. She scoffed at the notion. “Her fate,” she said to herself with a sneer, “was in her own hands, and she might win yet!” Not until evening was that hateful secret to be made known. She had still many hours, and it was, perhaps, in her power to sweep the woman she hated from her path—to slay her as she would fain have slain her son. The value of a human fife was as nothing to her in her moody madness. What did it matter if, after death, the secret were known? It would be hushed up then. Lord Selwyn would do anything to keep it from the world. After death its revelation would not injure her. His lordship would then, in all probability, look upon her as deeply injured. They would have to go through the marriage ceremony again, and there it would end; no more would be heard of the matter! As for the sin—bah! what mattered sin! “If a man sees a tigress ready to spring u;K>n him and rend his heart, he sees no harm in shooting it down,” she cried. “Why should my heart, my honor, my fair name and that of my son be rent? Why should I not destroy the one who would so rend it?” With flushed face and gleaming eyes she paced up and down her magnificent room. “The first thing," she cried, “I will drive to Redruth and get what I want. Before the sun sets we shall see who wins!” She never thought of going to sleep; her brain was too excited, her heart too much agitated. Sleep while she lived —that hated. loathed woman! Her purpose gained strength every hour. No need to enter into its terrible details—no neod to darken a memory that was never too fair. - When the sun rose •he had regained her outward calm, she was herself again; stern, cold and proud. She wag the first to descend to the breakfast room. The morning was beautiful, ■ s some of the darkest days in life often •re—serene and bright, the skies blue, the •ir fragrant, the birds singing, bees and butterflies hovering round the sweetest blossoms, a morning that reminds one of Paradise. Lord Vivian had not yet left bis room. Beatrice went to the window, opened it, stretched out her hand idly and gathered one of the large white roses that ■ came peeping in. She stood idly watching the sky, the trees, the flowers, and no warning came to her of what that bright, sunny morning might bring forth; there was no cloud in the sky, no dirge in the sweet, joyous music of nature, no knell in the glad song of the happy birds. Aud no remorse caine to her either. She thought quite calmly of the fact that before that same bright sun set she should have taken her revenge—she should be to •11 intents and purposes Lady Selwyn, with no rival to fear, no fair-haired woman to dread. Before the sun set! The cry of a little child aroused her. It was pretty, imperious Lance, led in by his nurse. “I beg a thousand pardons, my lady,” she said; “but Master Lance will not be dressed until he has been in to kiss his mamma.” She turned and took him from the worn«n's arms. Wicked, cruel, mad as she was, there was unbounded love in her heart for this her only child. She kissed his beautiful face, she caressed his bonny curls, she twined the •oft, loving little arms round her neck, she • ailed him by every endearing name she could invent. Then to herself she murmured: "It is all for you, my darling—all for ion!” And again no warning came to her that the soft little hands caressed her for the last time—that for the last time that beautiful head was nestled to her heart—that never more would the baby lips kiss her or lisp her name; no warning, although even at that moment a dense, dark shadow hung over her, a stern angel, with drawn sword, stood by her side. “Take him away now, nurse,” she said; “I hear Lord Selwyn coming.” And long afterward the woman told how, when she reached the door, the babe looked back and cried, “Mamma!” and her mistress took him again, lavishing the •weetest caresses upon him, calling him by the most endearing names. “Poor lady!” said the nurse afterward, when she told the story; “it really seamed as though she knew what was going to happen, for she never kissed the baby •gain!” - CHAPTER XXVI.— “Papa," whispered a faint voice, “I am much better, I feel life at my heart again; do you think I shall get well now?” “Yes, my darling," said his father; “heaven has been very merciful and has •pared you to me this time.” There was a smile on Rupert’s face as he listened— a smile that had not been seen there for many long, sad weeks. Lord Selwyn turned to the gentle, patient woman who knelt by his son’s side. “Rupert,” he said, “you must always remember that, after God, you owe your life to the careful nursing of Mrs. Rivera,*’ T. - “I know that," said the boy gratefully; W I dhall never forget. I shall love her as long as I live." She bowed her head as he spoke. If they knew—ls they only knew, that the *

A WOMANS ERROR

By Marion V.Hollis.

hour was drawing near! Before sunset Lord Selwyn would know that she was living. Rupert would know that the mother whose memory he had worshiped had deceived the whole world, and had nursed him. Before sunset —and it was now near noon. Then bis lordship told her that Lady Beatrice had been suffering all night and was resting in her own room. While the words were still on his lips there came a gentle tap at the ante-room door. Fearing Rupert might be disturbed, Lord Selwyn went himself to answer it. There stood the butler with a white, terrified face. “Will you please come out, my lord?” he said. “I want to speak to you.” He went, with a heavy foreboding as of some coming sorrow at his heart. “What is it, Hewson?” he asked. “la anything wrong?” “My lord," said the man, turning abruptly, “I do not know how to tell you. I cannot find words.” “I do not like suspense,” said Lord Selwyn. “My lady went out this morning, my lord,” said the man;,"! cannot say whose fault it was, bnt she took the chestnut ponies—and ” “Oh, heaven!” cried the unhappy husband. “What has happened?—tell me the worst.” “There has been an accident, and my lady has been brought home in Dr. Argent’s carriage from Shilton.” “Is she—is she ” then Lord Selwyn stopped short, his white lips could not form the word. “No,” was the reply; “the groom was killed on the spot; my lady still lives.” “Where have they laid her?’ ’he asked, in low, hoarse tones. “In her own room. Let me tell you the worst, my lord; she will never leave it again." With a cry that resembled no human sound, Lord Selwyn hastened away. He met strange men and weeping servants in the corridor and on the broad staircase! they made way in silence for him. He entered the room where she layproud, beautiful, imperial Beatrice, proud no longer—the color and flush of health and strength all gone. They had laid her upon the sumptuous bed, and the two doctors stood on either side. They made way for him as he entered. He knew by the expression on both grave faces that for the hapless lady lying there hope had vanished. He went up to her, but for the first time her lips were mute when he called her name. “It is useless, Lord Selwyn,” said Dr. Danvers. “Lady Beatrice will never see you or hear you again.” “Is there no hope?" he asked. “None,” was the grave reply. “Her ladyship has sustained two injuries, either of which would be fatal. Her spine is terribly injured, and there is concussion of the brain. It is merely a matter of a few minutes; but she will never know you i again. She may continue in this state one hour or two—no longer; nor can we render any assistance by remaining.” His distress was terrible to witness. He knelt down by her side, and took the white, helpless hands in his. It was not that he loved her so dearly; but the manner, the suddenness of her death bewildered him. He had been so happy a few minutes since, because Rupert was better, and now he stood by his wife’s deathbed. The shock seemed too much for him. One by one the servants came, all anxious to render some assistance, but he waved them away. Nothing could be done for the doomed lady whose life was so nearly over. “Will she not know me? Will she never be able to speak to me again?” he cried; and the reply was, “Never in this worldnewer again." Some one—he never knew who it was—brought in little Lance, the beautiful, blooming boy, who cried with joy at the sight of his cried again, because he was at the stillness of her White, death-like face. But neither joy, nor sorrow—not even the voice of the child she loved so dearly, and for whom she had sinned so terribly—had power to move her. They laid the child by her side. Its little w’arm hands touched her; but never again would a mother's kiss soothe it, and Lord Selwyn, unable to bear the sight, motioned the child away. A few minutes more, and the solemn silence of that death chamber was broken by the entrance of Mrs. Rivers. She made no apology, but went up to Lord Selwyn. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked gently; and when he shook his head—for all words failed him—instead of leaving the room, she went round to the other side of the bed, and looked earnestly at the changed face. Then Dr. Danvers came up to the bed and looked at the white face. He laid his hand gently on Mrs. Rivers. “You canjjray no longer for the living," he said; “she is dead.” She was dead. When the soul passed to its judgment none of the three kneeling there ever knew! There was little change in the face, save that the gray shades deepened. Lord Selwyn’s grief was pitiful to witness. “I could almost believe,” he said, “that a curse rests on me and mine. My first wife died a terrible death. What have I done that I am so terribly punished?” A gentle voice whispered in his ear: “Heaven’s decrees are not always ordained in punishment; they are always wise, and always merciful.” (To be continued.)

Tree Irregularity.

A naturalist pointed out the reason for trees growing in their Irregular shapes. Their irregularity serves a most important purpose. When a gale la blowing the branches will be seen to sway in all directions, and their more* meats tend to balance the tree. Were they to sway in the same direction the tree would be uprooted or broken off.

THE FARM AND HOME

MATTERS OF INTEREST TO FARMER AND HOUSEWIFE. Crops Should Be Properly Rotated— New Honey Bees from the Philip-pines-How to Care for a Horse-To Prevent Cows Jumping. What the rotation of crops should be must depend largely on the quality and condition of the soil as well as on its location, but experience has shown that in order to economically cultivate the soil crops must be grown that will not too seriously encroach on any one particular element In the soil to the exclusion of .the others. That this is not more generally understood is the cause of many failures. A farmer will find that plowing under clover or peas or some other nitrogenous plant has given him a soil on which he raises a fine crop of corn, and instead of being satisfied with this result he must needs put the land in corn again to still further deplete its fertility without returning anything to it. The result is that while he usually obtains a good second crop of corn, the soil is In precisely the same condition as It was before the legumes were pffMnto It, and in order to ke6p up its fertility considerable more must be spent on fertilizers of some sort. This could have been avoided had the land been put into wheat and clover after the first crop of corn; not only avoided, but he would have had a second crop of clover to turn under, which would have added more-ferMlity to the gofl than was taken from It by the corn and wheat crops.—Atlanta Journal. Giant dtaat India Bees. One of our acquisitions with the Philippine Islands is likely to be a new species of the honey bee. It Is onehalf larger than the American honey bee, with a much greater capacity for making both wax and honey. In its wild state it builds combs on large forest trees or in clefts of the rocks in the mountains of the island. As it goes up the mountains for a distance of 5,000 feet, it is believed that it can be acclimated so as to live in the United States. Mr. Frank Benton of the Department of Agriculture went to the Philippines to Investigate these new kind of bees. He reports them not to be easily Irritated. Unfortunately a swarm which Mr. Benton captured in the jungle died on its passage across the Pacific. These bees have a wasp-like figure, with or-ange-colored bands encircling Its body. The combs it makes are much-larger than those made by ordinary bees. If It can be domesticated in hives the hives must bd very large ones. la fact, a room would scarcely be too large, and it might accommodate several swarms. Care of a Horu. The animals should be first watered, then fed, and while they are eating their corn the bed is turned up, the stalls mucked out, the feet picked out with the picker, and the soles, frogs and walls well washed with the water brush, the shoes being examined to see that they are firm and serviceable. Thorough grooming with brush, currycomb, sponge and linen rubber. Sick and idle horses require grooming as much as working animals do to keep them In health.' 5 If horses got more efficient grooming there would be fewer complaints as to “surfeit,” pimples, blotches, hidebound, roughness and other things that affect the health, and spoil the appearance of the animal,' and there would also be less demand for alterative and “condition” powders, which are generally rendered necessary through the skin becoming unheadthy owing to its neglected condition. The cleaning out of the foot is an important point that is entirely neglected with most of our farm horses. Of course, when out at pasture It is not necessary, but where horses are in Hie stable continuously the feet should be looked after better than they usually are.—Mark Lane Express. To Keep a Cow from Jumping. Make a good strong halter and surcingle; make both of good leather or of good three-fourths inch rope; put the surcingle around just behind the forelegs, having a good large ring fastened to it under the brisket Put the halter on as on a horse, having a stout ring under the chin. Fasten a short chain from the ring in the surcingle to the ring in the halter, having it short enough that she can not raise her head more than two feet from the ground, or less if she is very bad. The surcingle where it crosses the back and the halter on the nose should be wrapped with soft cloth to keep them from rubbing. With this a cow can neither throw nor jump fence, and still she can throw her head around to her sides to fight off the flies—Practical Farmer. Using Raw Bones on the Farm. The quickest and simplest method of utilizing old bones is to burn them In the kitchen stove and carefuUy save the ashes. In this way you get in the ash all the phosphoric acid and lime there is in the bone, but you lose the nitrogen, which goes off as gas in the smoke. Where the quantity of bones Is small, however, and especially if the facilities required fer other methods of using them are not at hand, and if the bones cannot be sold at a fair price, this burning of them Is far better than to permit them to go to waste. Bone makes an intense heat, and as far as It goes Is a valuable fuel. Every thrifty farmer saves all the wood ash from the house, for It Is so rich in phosphoric acid and potash that not a pound of it Should be wasted, but every bit of wood ash (whether containing bone ash or net) should be religiously preserved. Every intelligent and thrifty farmer knows the value of a dressing of rich wood ssh and fine bone meal. Except

for the loss of nitrogen by burning, this home-made combination of wood ash and bone ash will accomplish nearly as good results as the famous unleached wood ash and bone meal mixture.— American Agriculturist. Use and Coat of L,aul Plaster. Land plaster Is sold very cheaply In places where the rock suitable for grinding it from is abundant. It is there, too, that It appears to do most good, probably in part because the gypsum rock has always enough holes through it to make good drainage. Its best effect Is always found on light and dry soils, for one of the properties of plaster is to attract moisture, which such soil usually needs. Plaster has been sold at the mills as low as $2 per ton in winter when most of the rock grinding Is done. Ten or fifteen miles away and In summer, when farmers wanted to use It on crops, the price would jump up to $4.50 and even $5 per ton. So those who used much plaster generally went with sleighs during a run of good sleighing, when they would sometimes draw two tons or more on a load. A. half bushel of plaster weighs pretty near 100 pounds, so that a good deal can be put In an ordinary sleigh box. Ripe Tomatoes for Christmas. Before frost comes pick all sound green fruit from the vines, and carefully wrap each one in a GxD-inch sheet of white wax paper, taking care not to twist as in packing oranges. Spread out in a single layer on trays or in shallow boxes, and place in a partial light in a cellar. To hasten ripening they may occasionally be exposed to the sun half an hour at a time. Once a week examine and'pick out the red ones and those that may decay. This may be done easily, as the transparency of the paper does not necessitate unwrapping. Thus one may have a constant supply of plump, palatable and beautiful tomatoes till Christmas, with trifling expense or trouble.—American Agriculturist. Pruning. There is a difference of opinion as to the proper time to prune an orchard, but a good time is when the knife Is sharp. Visit the orchard often and cut off all water sprouts and superfluous limbs that interfere with their neighbors. Head the trees low. It will be more convenient to gather the fruit and storms arejiot so hard on a low tree as a high one. Farm Notes. When a farmer’s stock seems to be all of one mold, and that a good one, there are dealers ready to take them as a lot, and at the owner’s price. A firstclass animal is sure to bring a good figure, but he who has all first-class animals usually obtains the top of the market. While there are a good many kinds of toads, all of them bring sudden death to every bug or fly which comes within their reach. It is doubtful If the most Industrious bird devours as many insects in a year as the toad. They are not attractive in appearance, but we should never destroy one of them. The entire manorial product of the dairy herd kept at Cornell University station was kept in a covered barnyard during one winter. Samples were taken from time to time and analyzed. The results based upon the market price of the then principal fertilizing ingredients showed the manure of the herd to be worth per cow per day 8.62 cents. A cow that produces 2,325 quarts yields within a fraction of 5,000 pounds. A good cow should produce 5,000 pounds of 3.75 to 4 per cent. milk. At 3 cents a quart the cash value of 5,000 pounds of milk is $69.75. With good farm management such cows should be kept for S4O, which leaves a profit above the cost of the feed of $29.75. The labor cost should not exceed one good man to fifteen cows.— Hoard’s Dairyman. Very many people are fond of a good, garden, but think they can not keep chickens and have a garden, too. The Maine farmer tells of a poultryman who Is noted lor success in producing vegetables. He grows twice as much on an acre as formerly. He keeps 100 fowls, and has two lots of ground, one being given up to fowls, while the other is used for garden, the lots being about one and a quarter acres each. The next year he turns the fowls oh the garden plat and uses for a garden the plat then vacated by the fowls. By thus giving up the garden plat to poultry every alternate year he keeps the soil very fertile. Cream left to Itself will spontaneously become sour; this is the result of the growth of lactic acid bacteria, which feed upon the milk sugar, and as a final process convert it into a lactic acid. Other forms of bacteria are always present in cream; some have little or no effect In the ripening process, while others, If allowed to develop, prodijee undesirable and often obnoxious flavors. To cultivate and develop these “wild” germs is called “spontaneous” ripening, and Is often attended with uncertainty. Good butter-making demands the use of a "starter," either home-made or a pure cultures The former should be made of selected skim milk. Carbolic salve should always be kept ready for use at the cow bam. Bruises and sores often occur In the best regulated establishment, and there is nothing really better than a carbolic ointment for such cases. This may be purchased already prepared at any drug store, or the dairyman can easily prepare It for himself by simply taking some vaseline or even lard and adding to It a very small quantity of the add. Two or three drops of carbolic add would be sufficient for one tablespoonful of the vaseline or lard, only mix them thoroughly together. Such ointment is a rapid healer and keeps flies away from sores. It is excellent for map or beast,—Practical Dairyman.

HE GOT THE TROUSERS.

The Adventure of a New-Yerker in a Porto Rican More. It became necessary yesterday, says a staff correspondent of a New York paper, Writing from Porto Rico, that I should seek another habitation than the trousers I wore. They simply were untenable, because of three weeks’ severe horseback riding. So I entered a store where the merchant sat in a chair, half asleep. “Buenos dios?” he said, not opening his eyes. “Buenos Ayres,” I responded. • He shivered slightly and opened his one eye. v “Una carnisa?” he said. “Pocatapelt,” I answered. “Givro?” he said. “Calzandllos?” “No,” I responded. “Timbuctoo, Bingalese.” Both of his eyes were open by this time and he carefully rolled two dgarettes, one for himself and the other for himself, while I treated myself to a cigar. “Majado,” he ventured, “mucha agua.” “Si Senor, Broncho, Himalaya, Nevada.” We were getting along famously, but he seemed uneasy and went out to consult a friend. They soon returned and regarded me strangely. “Bandera?” said the proprietor. “Sierra, Pocahontas, Indiana,” I smilingly answered. The two men fell into each other’s arms, then disappeared around the corner for half an hour, evidently hoping I would steal what I wanted and go away. Returning and plainly disappointed at finding me still in the store, they Invited me by signs to join them in a glass of brandy. Finally I became desperate. “Oh, thou hound,” I exclaimed, “descendant of the squat and subtle Moor; thou decadent of the lordly and original Carib, gereo, comprehendo, observe©!” and I majestically revolved, exposing to his full view the rent bosom of my trousers. "Why in didn’t you say you wanted pants?” he said. I had been talking to an imported New York salesman all this time.

They Never Met.

are Involuntary offenses for which a man may nevei’ hope to be forgiven, however deep his contrition. An editor was told by a friend that a novel had been written by a brilliant young lady of New York, an heiress, of course, and everything besides. The story was well spoken of, and the editor expressed his willingness to read it. The young lady, however, said she would prefer to read the tale to him, so that she might profit by his suggestions. An evening Waa accordingly arranged. Unfortunately, the previous night the editor celebrated the birtfiday of a popular American poet till four o’clock in the morning. After this and a hard day at his office, he was not precisely in the mood to go to hear a story, but duty is duty,. especially with editors. He arrived at the novelist’s house, and was received with great ceremony, and ushered into the library, where his hostess, in an elaborate evening frock, was waiting for him. She soon began to read in a delightful musical contralto, which soothed the rasped nerves of the editor to juch an extent that every few moments he had to sit up quickly to keep his head from falling forward. At last, however, he succumbed. His head nodded, then drooped, and then rested peacefully on his right shoulder. When he woke up he found himself alone In the room. An electric light was burning in the ball, and he hurried out to look at his watch. It was half-past twelve. He had been sleeping three houra afid a hhlf. Not a sound could be heard but the ticking of a clock. The editor walked softly and humbly down the stairs. In the hall he met the solemn butler, who without even the suggestion of a smile helped him on with his coat and opened the door, and closed It noiselessly behind him. Since that time, although the editor wrote a letter of apology to the authoress, he has received no communication from her.

A Hindoo Queen.

Probably the smallest monarch in the world reigns over the Hindoo vassal state of Bophal, and ’governs a people of more than 1,000,000 souls. This dwarf is a woman, Djrhan-Begum by name; but although she is about 50 years old, she does not appear larger than a child of 10. Her diminutive size does not prevent her, however, from holding the reigns of government with a firfia hand, and in her realm quiet aud order are supreme.

Safety from Lightning in Cities.

The fear of lightning is almost universal, but the number.of deaths caused by It is small. Dwellers In cities are even safer than those in the country, since statistics have shown that on the average four-fifths of the deaths from lightning occur in ruraf localities. The innumerable electric wires, the many grounded water pipes and the metal roofs of cities are undoubtedly the chief element of their safety in this respect.

The Only Thing.

“There’s only one thing the Armless Wonder can’t do with his feet,” said the showman. "What Is that?” asked the spectator. “Put on his gloves,” answered the showman.—Tlt-Blts.

Big Trees in Australia.

The gum trees of Victoria are the tallest trees In the world, averaging 300 feet high. The question of age should never worry a man so long as he remains unmarried; It is only the married man who grows old.

POOR OLD SPAIN.

Her Navy Now Ranks Seventh Amons • > European Fleets. Spain emerges from the war with a fleet which is on paper at least a respectable one, but this Is merely because her ships were unready at the outset es the struggle, and unable to take their place in the line beside Cervera and Montejo. As it stands to-day the Spanish fleet Is the seventh in Europe, coming after the British, French, Russian, German, Italian and Austrian fleets. It now includes the battleship Pelayo, which is a fairly good and modern ship, armored cruiser Carlos V., and three armored cruisers of the Vizcaya types* These last two are all unfinished. There are two Ironclads, the yictoria and Numancla. The protected cruiser squadron Is represented by the Alfonso XIII., Leparte and Rio de la Plata, but qf these the first two are badly damaged and unable to go to sea without great alterations. Of torpedo gunboats there are eleven, of destroyers four, and of large torpedo boats twelve, to say nothing of a submarine boat. Of older vessels, which are for all practical purposes of no fighting value, there are a host; two old wooden cruisers similar to the Castilla, which was burned at Manila, head the list, and a large number of small gunboats, hitherto employed on the Cuban and Philippine coast line, bring it to a conclusion. Spain has one large cruiser of the Cristobal Colon type, building In Italy. It was to have been delivered this year, but with the bad luck which waits upon Spain was not completed when the war began. Practically all Spain's large ships which were ready to go to sea at the beginning of the war have been captured or destroyed. Santiago has accounted for seven vessels, Manila for ten, and about as many more small craft have been wiped off her list in the minor actions of the war. If the whole Spanish navy were collected and dispatched Into American waters, it would be greatly outmatched by the fleets of either the Argentine or Chile. To such depths of humiliation has Spain, the old-time mistress of the sett* fallen.

“Mr.” Hetty Green.

Al! the world knows Mrs. Hetty Green, richest and most eccentric woman of America, but few know that there is a Mr. Green, and yet there is, and this Mr. Green was once, before the war, known as “Spendthrift” Green. In those days he was In the China trade and he made a fortune in Hong Kong. In 1866 he went home to New Bedford, Mass., and met and on July 11, 1867, married Hetty Robinson, daughter of a rich whaling ship owner. Wall street broke Mr. Green completely and he became a dependent on his wife. Mrs. Green oatorpd Wall street and made money and she makes a small allowance to her husband, who is now 7? years old. He can be seen each pleasant morning on the porch of Mrs. Green’s house in Bellows Falls, Vt, reading the newspapers, his sole relaxation. The tradespeople rarely do business with Mr. Hetty Green. They know Mrs. Hetty Green only, or rather, think they do. Sometimes they wonder whether they are not mistaken. A woman who deals in millions must look on a shoulder of mutton or a veal cutlet as the Olympic gods, after a draught of ambrosial nectar, might sniff a snuff from a skin of Libyan 'Wine. But the same determination that Mrs. Hetty displays in buying a block of Chicago, Burlington and Quincy is visible in the way she takes to herself a pint of sugar beets or a box of August huckleberries. If the beets are 6 cents at one place and 5 at another fourteen blocks down the street, she takes the other kind and profits by the exercise.—New York World. 1

“Follow Your Leader.”

Average then and women are very like sheep in some ways; they follow a leader blindly. It Is easy to prove this. When you are passing a store before which no one is standing, stop and look Intently at whatever Is there. In a moment some one wfll be beside you, not because he is Interested in something there, but because he is curious to know what you find tliat is so absorbing. In five minutes the walk will be obstructed by the number of persons who have followed your lead, most of whom do not know what they stopped to see. It is said, by the .way, that looking In shop windows has become a business, and men and women are hired to stand before an attractive window and thus to draw attention to it. That may be true or not, but it is certain that no one person can stop to look at anything without others joining him.

Military Use of Balloons.

During the Napoleonic ware, more than a century ago, the balloon was first tried for purposes of reconndtssaace. Since then, great improvements have been made in the construction of balloons, their material and equipment, and the mehods of managing them. France has sought to supply means of horizontal propulsion, and Germany has so combined the kite with the gas-bag that the airship will rise, Instead of falling, under a puff of wind when held captive by a rope. But as the record stands, prior ter the summer of 18$8 the only practical use . of balloons for observing an enemy’s' position and strength belongs to the closing decade decade of the eighteenth century. Men say the greatest fun in getting married is the wedding trip; women say it is getting presents. Many a man who wouldn’t think of making a wife of his cook hqs no scruples about making a cook of his Wife, * ■ \