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CHAPTER Xl—Continued. Ralph Prescott needed no further information on which to base rapid, progressive action. His eyes gleamed as if the happiness of a lifetime had come in one flashing second of space. His face showed satisfaction, supreme confidence, victory. He started straight back to Ridgeton that very hour, only on the way he halted at a little town. It was the one the miller had referred to as the place where he had traced his runaway daughter and her thieving husband. Ralph Prescott visited the clergyman of the village. He was closvied with him for an hour or more. When he resumed his journey, his evil face was more victorious than ever. Plot and counterplot kept his thoughts busy until he reached Ridgeton. He did not proceed at once to the former home of the recluse, Geoffrey Forsythe.

A night’s rest and reflection were necessary to act clearly and make no mistakes. At dark the next evening he knocked boldly at the door of the house that now sheltered the disguised Ruth Elliott. She opened it timidly. Her glasses, false hair and widow’s cap well concealed all traces of the youthful face behind them. “I wished to see you on a matter of business, Mrs. Easton,” said Prescott plainly. The woman did not ask him in. Slightly nervous, she said: I do not see what business you can have with me, sir?” wiR 11 ”^ iD referenco to Mr - Forsythe’s I “You had better see his lawyer, then.”

I must see you. Please admit me. It is a matter of intense personal importance to yourself alone." Reluctantly, the disguised Ruth admitted her unwelcome visitor She was more disturbed at' the proxim»ty of a man she dreaded than at any thouglit of his penetrating her disguise. ihe lamp in the room was shaded so as to east her face in shadow. She had successfully adopted a tone that little resembled her natural vqloo. seated, ” she said, calmly. CHAPTER XII. CRUSHED. Ralph Prescott fixed his eyes penetratingly upon his hostess, as he emphasized the name he had spoken. Something sinister in their expression caused Ruth to start slightly. With ! masterly control of the role she had assumed, however, she said simply: “Proceed, sir." “You know this man. You have been ! seeking to find him.” “How dare you interfere in my affairs.” “Because—l know you.” That was the climax. The words were simple, but they comprised a vol- I ume in expression and significance. “You know me?” falter, d the dis-

guised girl. “Yes. Ruth Elliott, I know you.” The mask was down. He had expected a scene—agitation, hysterics. He was mistaken. Only a flutter of the false hair, a slight contraction of the muscles about the eyes, and Ruth looked up steadily. Yes, Ralph Prescott, you have penetrated my secret, but I warn you I am bo longer the timid girl who shrank at vain threats ” "Indeed!” sneered the nettled Prescott. "But the wife of a man for whose sake I have st eled my heart to surprises, sorrow, and pain. You know me. What of it? My story will show nothing crimmal in my being here disguised—rather merit, necessity.” “I know all your story, all your plottr gs. all your hopes ” “I doubt it.” “And I come to warn you, to aid you, Ruth, and the schemer’s accents grew tender. "We were friends once. We must be again.” “Must!” Yes; for if you ever needed a friend, a counselor, it is now. You believe me sordid, heartless, selfish. It is not so. For your sake I come here—for yours alone. You have been, you are being, wretchedly, wickedly deceived. Your husband ” “Stop!” The imperious mandate rang forth clear as a clarion note. As Ruth rose indignantly to her feet, hor eyes flashing, her voice vibrating T/ith firmness, the craven cowered. “I will speak!” he muttered, doggedly. “I aay you are being deceived.” “By my husband?” “By the man you believe to be your husband.” “Do you dare insult me by doubting?” “His honesty, his fidelity? Yes, Ruth Elliott, Ido not come with idle words. I bring proofs!” “Proofs!” uttered the girl, scornsu 1 v “Yes ” “Os what?” “Os the fact that you are not, and never were, Paul Dalton’s wife. He is a scoundrel, a thief, a bigamist. Read!” His words dazed Ruth. The paper he had suddenly extended startled her, for her eyes read on its exterior the indorsement “copy,” and the further words, “certificate of marriage of Paul Dalton and Isabel Danby.” “He was married before, his first wife is alive. He was a thief then, he is, a thief now. The clergyman who gave me that document whl swear to =

Ruth Ruth—it has been too much for her!” No need to urge further conviction. The last blow had told. With a moan, Ruth Elliott tottered and fell in a dead swoon. Ralph Prescott looked anxious, but triumphant. He lifted her to a couch. He applied a flask of spirits to her nostrils. He. grew alarmed at the icy coldness of her brow, at the marble whiteness of her hands. “If it has killed her!” ho panted. “No, no, it is but a shock, Igit—l must get help—some neighbor, some woman. The worst is over, she knows, she believes. ; Henceforth, it is plane-sailing.” He hurried from the room, intent on summoning help. He rang at the doorbell of the next . house, briefly informing the woman liv- j iag there that Mrs. Easton, the nurse, ! had been taken suddenly ill, and accom- ! , panied by her, returned to the sick- ' 1 room. , For an hour the woman worked on the inanimate Ruth, startled at recogniz- । ing her, divested of her disguise. “I can’t understand it, Mr. Prescott,” she said. “I fear her condition is dangerous. ” “Oh, don’t say that!” bieathed Prescott. “ You liad better get a doctor. ” A physician was soon in charge of the ! invalid. He looked serious as he left i the house. At its door he said to Prescott: That woman had better remain near her all night, and give her the medicines I have left regularly. She seems to have sustained a terrible shock to her nerves. Good evening, Mr. Prescott. ;

1 will call in the morning. Had you not better send for her father?” “He would not come if she was dv- ' ing.” J । j “Hum! an extraordinary case alto- I । gether,” mused the Doctor. Prescott stood in the open doorway, I lost in anxious reverie. If Ruth died, what could he hope to gain? He started slightly as he noticed j the figure of a man lurking in the shad- I ow of the trees. “What do you want there?” he called [ out sharply, advancing a step or two. j The lurker came into the radius of the 1 hall-lamp, shining through the open j i front door, at that moment. “Mercy!” gasped the startled Ralph I reseott; “Paul Dalton, or his ghost!” j

it CHAPTER XIII. ,[ WHAT A CHANGE.' “Paul Dalton or his ghost!" Ralph - Freecott had apparently spoken truly The intruder was now fully revealed - and at him the startled schemer stared - wonderingly. Ihe first shock of the strangeness of , j the appearance passed away quickly [ I however. It did not seem to be because I , j 1 aul Dalton had returned, because he 1 was here, that Prescott was bewildered 11 » e .nn OH r . 1 tne unoannv. j something min'amra!,'h^h^pJSSi of the intruder. His lurking actions were rather cau- . tious than stealthy, and as he returned I the look of his challenger it was with an i expression in his eyes entirely foreign to the keen, penetrating look that the! former farm superintendent ordinarily j । wore. J : | Again, a few d vs had mad > a great ; change in Paul V Ron's features. I He had shaven his face perfectly ' clean, his hair had been cropped close, he dressed in a loud, affected style. His eyes seemed to have grown smaller, his face was more puffy. Such a change Ralph Pres-ott would scarcely i have believed possible had lie been told of it, but personal insneetion wa*

’ UOII was nis, i and he could only look and wonder. Into his mind crept a solution of the mystery, quick and tangible. 1 aul Dalton ha 1 probably been awav visiting his other wife—seeing other friends, and had modernized his appearance from the farm employe to the poJ. I ished gentleman and villain of society. He had heard of his goal fortune^ doubtlessly. He could now throw down’ the mask. I rom the smooth, courteous hypocrite, he would become the haughtv, domineering tyrant. ! Every fine sentiment seemed to have lett his face. He looked like a man who ■ had been dissipating heavily. In fact, only that the general coni tour of features was the same, one might have believed him some person slightly resembling Paul Dalton, hut by no means the refined, frank-eyed I lover or Ruth Eiliott. I "You're Prescott, ’’he remarked, and : the man addressed started vaguely, for j the intonation sounded as if the speaker I had a cold—as little like Paul Daltdn as I possible. However, Prescott scowled, drew back, ■ and, jerking his hea l over his shoulders, ' said: “She’s in there.” “She, who? Oh! the girl?” The intruder edged away a little. "Sick to death,” supplemented Prescott. Paul Dalton look relieved. I don t care to see her," he said. ’ “I’ve come on business; just got word I about the fortune. See here, Prescott, ; where does the lawyer who made the ' will live?" “A worse rascal than I thought him’” J muttered Prescott, studying the sensual, ' selfish face of the intruder. “He thinks ■ i little enough of Ruth now. Maybe the i ! fortune was his scheme all along. I never in my lite saw’ avarice change a : man so. If I had met him casually I i actually would not have taken him for Paul Dalton.” Aloud, he did not at once reply to Dalton. Mhy should he bandy words I with the man had robbed him of bride and booty? And then, the glow of sinister curiosity led him to the semblance of a friendly interest, “The lawyer? Only a few squares distant,” he replied, finally. “Show’me where.” “Don’t you wish to see your—vovr 1 wife?” “No." “ Ycu’re in a tremendous hurry to grab your fortune, it seems to me.” ' i

Terse, practical, the replies ea Prescott closed the door of the house borne, he said. “I’ll show you way to the lawyer. Say! ” He halted with a suspicious start. at h' s companion. -^> 7 demanded the at! It s strange you ask me to show ' the way to the lawyer’s. y ou kno ^ ®V.^, noa 8 h when you lived here. ” I Eh. Os course, W’hy, yes. But I see, I didn’t know which lawyer m! . ■ the will, I only got a hint of the I I M beiu l? left me, in a roundall

“Oh! that’s it?” “Exactly.” i “Well, you know the way to Drew’s. He’s the lawyer. One w : Paul Dalton. I won’t go any far with you, so one word before we pi | “A dozen, if you like.” “You and I are mortal enemies- 1 begau Pres ott, with lowering browb j “If you will have it so.” “You robbed me of Ruth Elliott— ] got old Geoffrey Forsythe’s fo/tup ■ am a wronged, plundered man.” * 5 “Go on,” nodded Dalton, wi f ’- d ye ■ ing ccolness. -o we gu ' “I warn ycu, now and he have no right to Forsythe’s w ’ warn you, now and here, that' i have to fight for its possession, < r | ued Prescott, hotly. X i i “Very good, I'll fight for it thenN * ■ “You are a scoundrel. Your acts si. I that you tare no more for the broka hearted girl dying in yonder house tj I for the dirt under your feet. Imb you to leave here—to renounce the J tune rightfully hers and mine, or-^< “Well, young man, or what?” blaf demanded Paul Dalton—this new 1 Dalton, all avarice, all heartlessncsl I shall make my first move. ” “And that move will be?” “Your arrest for bigamy!” cried Ifc Prescott, with flaming eyes, flaurf before his companion the copied t j riage certificate, that proved Paul . ton to be the husband of two wgyes. • [to be continued.] A Well-Trained Husband. “Here’s something rather novel!'

amusing in the way of a business, i rangement, 'slid the man on thener to the other man. “Our tlrm^ a traveling man whose wife is vt is commonly termed a terror. } regulates her husband in every - ticular, draws his salary and dole, , out to him. conies in and raj Sancho with the house if he is |i too long, and makes herself gcnen obnoxious. All the men in the are afraid of her, and you wj laugh to see them all scatter off 1 ver Y busy when sh ; appe.

Well, sir, this year the firm warj to cut that drummer’s salary do^ and how do you think they dirt? They knew his wife would mb things lively if she knew his saw

was decreased, so they fixed it uie- ' tween them that his pay was tee 1 reduced, but that his wife shdd * draw the old amount, and that asae I drummer has a little bank accont 1 he womd make matters square vth the firm at the end of the y«r. How s that for terrorizing abilit — one little 130-pound woman hoidn' under her thumb her husban I and a ' «d^le firm b£sid^”-IndianapoWi TWRHI mony with anything but grace. The chances for making mistakes are few, but they contrive to improve them. At a recent fashionable wedding tin groom calmly announced: “1. Annie, take thee. Harold, to be mv lawful wedded wife.” The bridal party. wht were the only ones that heard it. were convulsed, and even the stalwart young minister could not reprea twinkle in his eyps. Another muchrattled young man, when asked if he took the young woman to b> 1; > wedded wife, Mated nonplusel at the minister for fully ten -ronds then asked blankly: “Itg pard< n, we-e you speaking t>. me?” Still an-

other, when handed the ring, instead । of passing it along, began iiervnush ' trying to put it on his own Biiger. and was only aom-H by a sharp hi; A pinch. But most of the -m ill re* tretemps incident to a wedding cai be successfully hidden from the knowledge of the guests, and it is not until the bridegroom is hq lo<at the wedding reception that the bridt really begins t • get fidgety for fear he "will do something dreadful,” a fear which is very often realized. May lie Heard From Some Day. That necessity is the mother of invention was brought home to the writer during the recent construction

.ot the cable road in Broadway. One of the workmen had occasion towash his hands, and. as there was no water arou .d except some in a bucket for drinking purposes, the man found himself in a quandary. After a moment’s thought he tilled the dipper, and, putting the end of the handle in his mouth, nodded his head up and down iMitil the water fell in a little stream upon his hands, which he continued rubbing together until they were clean. Os course it was only a trifling circumstance, but still how many men would have thought of such away out of the difficulty unless they had previously seen it done.

Kind to Their Horses. When in Russia.” says a noted traveler, “I noticed with pleasure that the horses in the droskies were driven with a rein not much, if anv, lai ger than a whipcord, and without check-rein or blinders. The whip is a little short one. and I do not rt> member to have seen it used. The horses are mostly beautiful stallions and go like the wind, controlled chiefly by the voice. Whatever we say about these Russians, they are evidently kind to their horses.” The wire rope used in the tunnel at Glasgow, Scotland, is the largest and longest wire cable in the world. It was I made at Cardiff. Wales, in 1884, and is 2,400 fathoms in length, or about two miles and 108 yards. It weighs twenty-one and one-half tons, and has nearly 100,000 fathoms of wire in its make-up.

How a Rill Recomps a Liw. RlConsidering the number of luwsenwted by each successive Congress, it ■fight be imagined that the precess fas simple, whereas it is long and lather complex. To introduce a bill 3 the work of a few minutes, and «ien it is referred to a committee, v loin the committee it is reported to |he House, let us say, and is debated. If it is passed, it goes to the Senate, and through a similar ordeal.

I After a bill has run the gauntlet of -the two Houses it is publicly signed ■by each presiding officer and taken to the President for his approval. He has ten days, not including Sundays, -in whi h to examine the bill and make up his mind. If nothing is heard । from him by the end or that period । the bill becomes a iaw without his [signature. Should he disapprove or veto a bill, he sends it back to that branch of Congress tn which it originates, stating his reasons in opposition, and then ‘the measure is again referred to a committee and undergoes much the same experience as it did at first, r with this important difference, that ‘t must be voted for by at least twothirds of the members of each House i in order to overcome the objections I of the chief magistrate. Only very strong public sentiment J will develop sufficient votes to override the President’s veto, and this right gives him almost equal power in legislation with Congress. Should the President decline to sign a bill, and Congress adjourn before the expiration of the ten-day period, it receives what is popularly known as a i ‘ ’pocket veto. ” After a bill has been approved by thp President, the Department of State causes it to be printed and promulgated. Not the slightest variation is made in printing the new law: even mistakes in the spelling and punctuation are carefully copied Many people would think this a foolish practice, but it is a very wise practice, after all, for were the Secretary of State given permission to revise the language of a bill, he might make changes in wording and punctuation that would completely overturn the intentions of Congress ; when the bill was enacted. Millions of dollars are involved, and grave constitutional questions arise on the insertion or omission of even a comma.

Th > To» Enterprising Book Collector. There used to be a book collector in this city, writes our New York correspondent, who was the terror of all

who knew him. He was well-to-do a/id t very learned man. He was a great ’"ver of books and owned a fine libra’>■' * n O body else’s library was safe if 1 ( ‘ ,u Hned a book he coveted. For a long no n( t suspect mii n ^uld call, spend an hour oi • on ^j r books and hls suspicions arc 'I'!" i 1

and of great value. Armed with thS. list the lawyer called on the suspected man ami introduced himself as a collector from the west. He had heard of the gentleman as a bibliophile of authority and wished to consult him about <ome books which had been offered him before he concluded upon their purchase or reject ion. AY hat were the books?" his host asked. He ran off the titles of s-wral of the stolen volumes, "Non-ens ■!" -aid his host. “Nobolycan -••II you them. 1 own the onlv copi. <in th" country " Next day ihe lawyer wrote a letter, which resulted in the restoration of tile -^dl- p, ;{ , rightful own -r. How many rare book- belonging to other collector- remain in the collection—t<>r it lia.- never been sold, forobvious D'a-ms—no one can say. At any rate when th- learned bibliophile visited other bibliophiles thereafter they Kept their o >okca-cs 1. eked and showed him what he wanted to -ee volume by volume, making sure to get on lack l-t-re t!b-\ pa—ed another to him. They recognized his perilous mania as an incurable weakli--. and while they tolerated him on account of hi-erudition, they did -o as one accepts a necessary evil.— Pittsburg Bulb tin.

speaking of ‘■l once knew and old unreconstructed rebel in Arkansas who had a colony of rattlesnakes that were trained to play ■•Dixie" with t ieir rattles to his intense edification,” said Col. J. S. Evans, of Meridian, Miss., at the Laclede. ‘‘The man belonged to mv regiment during the war. and he had a rattlesnake that followed him ail through the Louisiana campaign like a faithful dog. He didn't join the army until near the close of the trouble, and he brought his snake with him. M hen the reptile got tired on the march her

vuvu MM LUU illcUVll UCI master would coil her around his neck ano trudge along with his pet until camp was struck. At night he put the snake in a circle formed with a hair rope, so as to keep iier from crawling around to the dread of other soldiers. During battle that snake’ would dart in and out between the ranks of the fighting men until she found her master, when she would stick her tail straight into the air and rattle off the first few bars of Dixie with pronounced distinctness and the most ecstatic delight. Her master had, of course, taught her to do it. After the war he took his • ke back to the Arkansas farm, and • a little ' while her progeny was wonderful When I went to see him fifteen years Ago his barnyard was given over to rattlesnakes, and on a signal from him, by ringing a bell, the reptiles would dash to the center of the yard, and the clang of Dixie that the swift;

movements of their tails produced was as deafening as it was inspiring. I haven’t told this story before, lecause it sounds preposterous, but I am willing to make affidavit to its truth. My friend's farm lies in what is known as Laconia Circle, on the west side of the river, opposite Concordia, Miss. He is dead now, and his widow and children have rid the place of the band of rebel snakes. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Atcqul I ixl lan Alb n >«. There are several Albinos among the Moqui tribe of Indians on the Moqui Reservation in Apache County, ' Arizona. Some of these Albinos are ' pure white with regular Indian sea- | tures —reddish yellow hair and blue eyes. Others again have pink eyes, which are constantly twinkling as if suffering from some nervous affection. There is one of the Albino girls, about 12 or 13 years old, attending the government school at Ream’s Canon. She is one Os the brightest scholars in the school. Her parents are pure Indian and unusually dark colored. I saw another Albino among them, a man of about 40 or 45 years of age and small in stature, liis hair was long and coarse and of a light yellow, eyes a bright blue, with a reddish glint, and constantly moving. I understand there are several more of these people among the Moquis. The late Piute Princess, Sarah Winnemucca, makes mention of these peculiar people in her book. She speaks of the tradition among her people that a tribe once existed there j having yellow hair and pinkeyes who were cannibals, and were driven by * the Piutes and other tribes south- 1 ward, piesumably to New Mexico or ' Arizona. They were driven into the! mountains and there massacred, only ’ a few being known to have escaped. . —San Francisco Chronicle. A Plant .Erowing from a Caterpillar. j The curious fungus which is some- i times taken for an insect is a fungus , that roots itself in a .caterpillar and . grows from it. feeding on the body of ; the insect, (if course in time the in- ! sect dies and the fungus then perI ishes as soon as it has exhausted the ' 1 nutriment in the body of the caterpillar. The plant is of the same nature as a mushroom and when it matures it produces spores by which new plants are pro-

pagated in the same wav, attaching ; themselves to any insect that comes in contact, with them in the soil. | These curious plants are used as ' medicine by the natives of some parts iofAs a where they are found quite • abundantly. The plant when dug ' out of the ground has the exhausted I i and dried body of the insect attached ; to it in the manner of a root, but it is easily dist inguished t»y its shape. The insect is tilled with the substance of the fungus and appears as a part of the plant. A variety of beetle i that is f >und in North America is att^cked by the same kind of fungus; ^^thers are found in Central America J -'nd others in Now Zealand. In the

D^t-mentioneU country tin- fungus is ( and has all the appearance ^^room which is eaten as food A beginne^-K. a height of five dr’kt'" ’ unused to the exerci^”tiiPl ,:, ^‘ (>( ^ at ally spraw.s over the groundI’l] 1 ’ 1 ] ’ s i when using any force. The practice for a novice is to use a good -tout pole, one measuring between twelve and fourteen feet in length and about one and three-quarter inches in diameter at the thickest part which ,-hould be the middle. A | ’ M >le <>f the length spoken of is entirely unnecessary for clearing such h.fights a- a novi, e is equal to, and he may not need to grasp it above the middhHn getting over the bar. but it - w.fii tor him to get accustomed t■> using a full length pole, for should he become at ail expert he will find that a pole about fourteen feet lons i-about right. Doles are generally niade of ash or hickory, or any strong wood not to heavy. Spruce and pin" have been used in some cases on ac- i count of their lightness, but unless | they are large enough they are likely to break when an extra strain is put on them. -Athletes should take great j . are never to use a pole to light for them.—Outing.

Stub tu.ls if Tiiou^bt. If the women who look much into milrors, reflect as much as the mir- . rors do, they might look into them * less. A sensible Cupid is unpopular. The best women don’t always set married. ( Some men who put the most money . in the missionary box. put the most sand in their sugar. Charity always pays dividends. Don't swear to your own honestly ■ , in a horse trade. Love is the highest multiple of the heart. M o probably should never want to i see ourselves as others see us the sec-1 ond time. Man’s clothes are of himself a 1 thing apart: they're women's whole existence.—Free Press. Tii » 1- anner. Says a prominent writer: ‘•The average farmer does not work, ail told, more than six months out of ! the year. During the winter he manages to feed his stock and him-, self, and that is about all. During the summer theold motto ‘Moreraim more rest, is applicable, and a little mathematics will show that the • farmer manages to let a good manv , . summer days go by without much , manual labor." People are careless of their time when they are young and vigorous, but when they get old they count . the days that are left them as a h miser counts his money.

Penalties of Other Days. The ancient registers of the various Scottish Presbyteries contain much quaint information, anc. give us at the same time some idea of the rigorous discipline maintained by the ‘•Kirk” in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Instances abound of persons doing penance in sack-cloth, or “linen cloths”—that is, sheets—tor what seem to us very trivial offences:while, on the other hand, a man who had killed another was generally let off with a comparatively slight penalty, , showing what a small value was j placed upon human life at that i period. Thus, a certain George Thompson for killing Andrew Clark was ordered by the Presbytery of Glasgow to make his repentance six several Sunda,vs in sack-cloth, “ay, till he be found penitent,” and to pay £4(Scots.) John Provant for working on Sunday was ordered to pay ten shillings to the treasurer of his church, while Margaret Hrotherstone, who watered her cabbages on that day, and Agnes Gourley, who was reported to have laid a charm on some cows, so that the milk gave no cream, were both a Ijudged to repent in sack-cloth. Witchcraft being fully credited at that time, it was no light offence to call a person an old witch, whereupon Mary Martin for applying this term t<> one of her neighbors was ordered t > stand on the following Sunday at the church door from the ringing of I the second bell to t b e ringing out of I the third, and aft the sermon to I “sit down upon hei A netS and crave i pardon.” Mungo Craig for playing his pipes on Sunday was to be excommuniI cated, and four men who appeared and confessed their fault in dancing the sv> I dance on that day, and in ■ playing superstitious games at Christ- , mas time, were ordered to do penance I in sheets. L’he same sentence, for two SunI days running, was noted down for | Annie Young for absenting herself ; from church on one occasion and being I disobedient to the voice of the mini ister and elders, who thrice summoned her to answer for her conduct. She had also to find a surety that she would never do the like again, under pain of ten marks.

A lady who was going into a picture gallery on the avenue, dropped a single red rose she held in her hand and it lay on the threshold when a thin-faced ragged child stopped to look at it. •‘You can have it,” said the lady who was returning to her carriage. But the child did not seem to connect the richly-dressed lady witji the t>eautiful flower. She looked from it to the blue sky long and earnestly. “Well,” said the lady, amused at the scene, “why don’t you pick up the rose?” •■I dassn’t,” answered the child

‘•Hill I txTlfl Vrvtl It is mine,” said the lady. “Oh,” responded the child, drawa long breath. “I thought it was God’s rose, and that mebby He dropped it there.” “You poor child,” said the lady, kindly, "it is God’s rose, and you. 3 and mine, too.” and she picked it up and handed it to the little girl. 11 But the child put her hand behind 1 h* ^ run "R^mit touching the 1 ।? W * y? e cou ^ not comprehend " * lJ<e a s ^ ar -mid drop fr^m Heaven was afraid of a bou^r feet, md -he unusual a nature. bat so Irony. Cnarles Lamb gives very good au vice when he -ays, “Clap a”n extin-gui-nei upon your irony if you are unhappily blest with a vein of it.’’ l or "blest," one might almost read “curst," so seldom is irony of any use, so often does it do hurt. It is" used on a few occasions in Holy Scripture, such as when Elijah mocks the false prophets of Baal, telling them to cry aloud to him, for he is a god, and is perhaps on a journey, or is asleep and must be wakened: but its use is very •-parimr indeed, Irony should be, like a sharp and bright surgical instrument, kept carefully in its case and not brought out except for a useful ami necessary smgical o; oration. It

should not be, like a sharp penknife, , in daily use. A wound may be inflicted by an ironical curl of the lip. or by a word, which may leave a lifelong >car and tmnecessarly make us a i life-long io?. Hroornng an L'nwboles- ma o, cupation. What is called in common parlance “brooding is a very unwholesome occupation of the mind and leads to must unhappy consequences. । should stand for a continuous period I on one foot, he w mid after a time g£ iw one-sided. Readers of “Ben Hur" will remember that Ben Hur I secured the privilege of rowing flrst i on.cne side of the galley and then on i the other, that he might not lose the I perfect symmetry of his physical deyelopment. YVe need to use all the faculties of our mind in tune to keep our-elves in poise and not to lose the use of any faculty. Bro ding on one subject breeds melancholy, and melaneh ly frequently results in insanity. I o i oney Bees Get l>riink? Honey bees from somewhere haum. the flowers and blossoming trees of New Y ork, especially the horse chestnuts. The blossoms ol this tree have a peculiar fascination for bees of all sorts, and in regions where bees are plentiful there is a noise as of a swarm about each horsechestnut. It is an old tradition that the horse chestnut blossom contains an intoxicant which makes the honey seekers drunk and ?auses them to drop senseles- to the ground, where they become the prey of ants.