Semi-weekly Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 September 1897 — Page 3

LOVERS IN FICTION.

WOOING SCENES PAINTED BY WELL .KNOWN NOVELISTS.

Some Lovers Kneel and Some "Gambol .XIke Tigers"—Making Love by Intimitiation In Feminine Fiction—Simple and

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Poetic Scene In "John March."

The love scene occupies a prominent place in fiction, and there are many which are cited as a proof of their author's delicate- skill. Literdry fashions may wax anil wahef, bfut'tbb love story still remains the pTlmesfavbritd -with "the general." So enslaved are we by the nursery tradition that we feel we have been cheated out something If the novel does not end with some version of the old fairy tale formula, "So they were married and lived happy ever after," although we have learned by out own experience or that of others that matrimony is not always the gateway to Elysium.

Love scones in fiction are of many kinds. Howells once described some sparrows in a garden as "squabbling like the lovers in a lady's novel," and it Is a faot that the average feminine novelist makeB her turtledoves peck each other with great frequency and vigor. They bicker and pout, squabble and part forever several times a week until finally they kiss and make friends as a prelude to matrimony. Often there are a pair of light comedy lovers to balance those whose passion assumes a tragic cast.

It is our tradition to believe that the greater ardor is felt by the man, but even as Samantba, in those long gone days, Invoked the moon and twirled her brazen wheel, chanting tho while, "My magic wheel, draw home to me the man I love," there have always been women who wove spells to lure toward them the fickle or timid love. It has been said, "When he who loves is dumb, she who is loved is deaf," yet there are heroines of fiction who go considerably more than half way to win the hero from bis haughty silence.

So we find it in the case of Charlotte Bronte's Shirley, who, in her proud, imperious way, lets tho poor tutor see a glimpse of her heart, as if feeling that hor beauty and fortune permit her to exerciso tho right of a queen. The wild ldfve scenes beween Emily Bronte's Heathcliff and Catherine are like tho fierce gambolings of a pair of tigers whose claws are seldom sheathed even in play. In feminine fiction the gentleman often pays his addresses in a manner that savors of intimidation. He seems to fancy that he can hector the lady into an ardent affection for himself and is usually successful In so doing.

But this is not the ideal lovemaking. We imagine that there should be tender reverence on the man's part, for, asThaok-. eray says: "Men serve women kneeling. When they get on their feet, they walk away." The lover who does not believe his sweetheart an angel has a want of idealism that will make marriage appear to him a very dull, sordid thing, lacking that rosy glow with whioh Illusion irradiates the commonplaces.

Tho walk of Ruth Pinch and John Westlock in the Temple garden is usually ranked among the famous love scenes of fiction, and there is another garden episode—that between Clive and Ethel Newcome—which is as slncero in sentiment and touched by a far finer literary art. It Is not always easy for a novelist to present to the mind the charming childishness of lovers without making them seem silly and mawkish, but this Charles Reade in "Peg Wofflngton and Christie Johnstone" has succeeded In doing. There are passages in the courtship of Victor Hugo's Marius and Cosette which have a wonderful grace and prettiness and likewise an nrtlessness that does not always belong to lovemaking in French fiction.

Tho figures of Tito and llomola, when the dark and bright curls mingle in their first embrace, stand out with a colorful picturesqueness against the rich background of old romance which is wanting in modern tales, but though more impressive, in a certain sense, these old world lovers are not more actual than Clym Yeobright and Eustacia Vye as they walk hand in hand through the furze and fern of Egdon heath. Still more vivid is the aurora militaris which tho sword play of Sergeant Troy created about Bathsbeba Everdene, ending with that sudden kiES which startled her rebel heart awake.

Of late years the river scone in "Richard Feverel" has often been mentioned as an example of all that is idyllic, but any writer who is stirred to emulation will find it a difficult model. It is so easy to work one's self up into the ejaoulatory mood. Given plenty of ink and paper, there is no reason why one should not continue indefinitely to reel off such sentences as: Pipe, happy sheep boy, Love. Irradiated angel's, unfold your winds and lift your voices. Pipe, happy love, pipe on to these dear innocents."

A real idyl, not less simple than poetic, Is to be found in Cable's "John March, Southerner." The time is spring—the kardy spring of the north—and the man jmd maid are straying through tho greening meadows and copses apart and each one dreaming of the other's nearness. The girl hears afar the springtime cry of tho the quail, "two olear glad notes of nature's voice," and mimics it in memory of her days of childhood. The youth, who bad idly uttered the noto, fanoies himself answered by a bird, and so they go on oalling and recalling, following the sound Until they come face to face startled and wondering, all their unconfessed love ihlning in their eyes.—New Orleans fimes-Democrat.

RODENT STOWAWAY^

Numbers of Them That Quit This Country Each Year. ''Rate?" Tho word was not spoken with any tone of derision or disgust. It was simply the repetition of the latter part of a question which had been addressed to a bluff Norwegian sea captain who is in command of one of the largest fruit steamers plying between New Orleans and the Central American ports. "Rats? Why, there are millions of them," remarked the captain as he thoughtfully took long "pulls" at his pipe, "and the peculiar thing about them Is that there seems to be just as many as »ver, in spite of the fact that the fruit ihips and also all the other ships take many way every trip. You may not believe it, but I reckon we must have aboard this •teamer many of the times she leaves New Orleans 300 or 400 rats, and on the return trip there is not one to be seen." "But what do yon suppose becomes of tbem all? Are they drowned at sea?" "No, I don't think so. I imagine they leave the steamer when she touches at the different Central American ports on her •oyage. Sometimes, though, we have but few of them aboard when we leave port, and then we don't see much of them. Other times there's lots of them, especially on warm, calm nights. They run all over the ship and even are seen on tho rigging and sails. They come out of the hold to get scraps from the steward's gallery and get mighty troublesome." "Don't the steamers ever have any cats •board to keep them out of the way at least?" "Oh, yes, we have a cat or two generally, but there are sometimes so many rata that they cannot do much toward keeping tbem even below the decks."

Duriag a pause in the conversation the following computation was made to show the oaptnio the immense number of rata that were carried away "from this port •very year by the fruit steamers alone, providing hie assertions were oorreote

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engaged in the fruit traded, and that they make on an average 20 trips a year, there would! be a grand total of 400 departures of fruit steamers, and estimating that each steamer carried away from 200 to 800 rats every trip they would decrease the rat population at the city by at least 100,000 during the 12 months, this calculation being made in regard to the 20 fruit chips alone. If all the other ships that come to New Orleans during the year carried away the average number of 200 rats a trip, the total exoduB of rats from here would amount to the considerable number of 300,000 annually, not a small army by any means."—New Orleans Times-Democrat.

NO MEAT FOR ARTISTS.

Only Fruits and Vegetables Fitted to Feed the Imagination. The idea that people who work with the brain and the imagination ought to diet themselves in accordance with the special nature of their avocation seems to be of tolerable antiquity. There is evidently nothing new under the 6un, even in the way of dietary reform.

Raphael is said tp have subsisted almost entirely upon bread and dried fruits, being as much of a "faddist" in such matters cs the most up to date pf our modern vegetarians.

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It was his idea that a meat diet was not suitable for a painter, bis theory being no doubt that light food was more conducive to the state of mind necessary for the production of Imaginative work.

Perhaps he was right, though I fancy that some of the other immortal old masters managed to get along without any such self denying ordinance.

As for our modern painters, even the most imaginative among them do not appear, so far as one knows, to bo converted to a vegetarian regimen.

Only imagine the irony of the situation if Sir John Millais had had to paint his memorable "beef eater" ('*A Yeoman of tho Guard" on a diet of raisins and whole meal bread!—Lady's Pictorial.

Deadliest Poison Known.

The most deadly poison is that which was discovered by Professor Frazer of Edinburgh and known as shopbanthidin, an African plant. As little as one thousand millionth part of an ounce of erystallized shophanthidin produces a distinctly injurious effect upon the heart, and a very small quantity is fatal.

Another deadly poison is cyanogen gas, the principal ingredient of hydrocyanic or prussic acid. At ordinary temperatures it is simply a gas, but can bo condensed by cold and pressure into a thin, colorlcss liquid and becomes a solid at 30 degrees F. The inhalation in its gaseous state of a most minute quantity would cause instant death.

One of the most deadly poisons is nrseniureted hydrogen, which is formed by decomposing an alloy of arsenic and zino with sulphuric acid. It is a colorless gas, possessing a fetid odor of garlic, and acts as a most deadly poison.—Family Magazine.

Soul Problems.

At a recent gathering in this city of well known American authors the subject of posterity's verdict on current literature came up. "The tendency of time is to weed out the superfluous," remarked a noted novelist. "I am of the opinion that only works of great psychological interest resist the Influence of time in literature. There is a psychological interest to 'The Lady or the Tiger.* It will be remembered when much of Stockton's work is forgotten.

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Jekyll and Mr.' Hyde' will live

to keep Stevenson's memory green. If you want Immortality, deal with soul problems."—New York World.

Tennyson at Home.

Tennyson was never "at home" except to such cherished friends as his neighbor, the late Professor Tyndall. Access to his study was consequently denied to nearly all callers, and even the presence of those who obtained the privilege of entree there was sometimes irksome to the poet, whose part in the conversation usually consisted of monosyllables, as I remember to have once happened during my stay, but ho could be very gracious to callers when in the mood. On the other hand, Sir Edwin Arnold, in his "Reminiscences" of the poet, says, "Albeit you saw 'Private road' painted on the first rod of his domain and 'Private grounds' inscribed upon the first boundary of his fence, he did not like country people to pass him on the road without recognizing him."—Gentleman's Magazine.

Something New In Biology. Some curious experiments made at Naples during 1S93 with the salts of lithium gave some startling results. Eggs of marine creatures were treated with the salts and then allowed to hatch, whereupon it was found that they had limbs, fins, eyes, etc., in all sorts of abnormal positions. The exact cause of this will be the subject of future scientific inquiry.—St. Louis Republic.

The Iamchbasket.

I can't for the life of me see why a business woman should bo ashamed of tbo fact that she carries hor lunch with her, yet thero are dozens of department women who adopt all sorts of subterfuges to conceal the identity of the little bundlo of eatables they carry every morning. Sometimes they havo boxes that resemble books in the same way that a folding bed resembles a sideboard ur a' piano an organ. Sometimes they carry little shopping bags, but not once a week do you see a real little luncbfctsket.

There was a young department woman in a Georgetown car not long ago, and she carried a black marten muff. She carried it gingerly, and she did not put her hands In It. When she paid her fare, she laid the muff on the seat beside her for a moment. A man who entered the car just then 6at down on it suddenly and very much harder than he meant to. Out popped a bit of torn paper, a sandwich and a piece qf apple pie.—Washington Post.

The Pathos of a Single Life. One of these single women, after living alone in her little hut on Cape Cod until old age, a reticent, miserly creature, became at 60 suddenly and violently insane. Her physician, wiser than his kind, prescribed no medicine, but procured a huge doll and the clothes of a baby and gave them to her.

She was at once quieted. She treated the doll as if it were alive, fed it, 6lept with it in her arms, worried over its diseases, ran to the neighbors to toll of its sayings and pretty ways- It was her child. God had given it to her at last. While sho lived it kept her occupied and happy.— Century.

Credit System In I«ondon.

A case in the queen's bench division threw some curious light on the credit system. Miss Edith Lane Fox (Mrs. Fitzwilliam) was, it seems, in debt at the time of her marriage to the extent of nearly £10,000. Prior to the marriage her husband paid £3,000 of these debts and after marriage the remainder. Is it customary, we wonder, with west end tradesmen to let young unmarried ladies run up debts to this kind of extent?—Westminster Gazette.

Coffeepots are an oriental invention and are supposed to have come from Arabia In A. D. 1400. About the aims time they were used in Persia, but they did not come to France until 1662 and made their appearanoe in England with coffee in 1650.

The burning of the yule log in England is a relic of the Scandinavian worship of the god Thar. His feast «&£ called Yule or Yuletide. -v

INSECTS AS ACTORS.

CREATURES THAT CHANGE IN.APPEARANCE TO ELUDE ENEMIES^

Even the lively Butterfly Is Up to Tricks. Moths That Try to Look as If They .Bad Bee Stings—Ants Copied by Spider*—sA

Caterpillar's Fierce Disguise.

All creation below man is in a state of war, and any creature that oannot .take care of itself quickly falls an anpitied victim. Those that have teeth or ola^B Or stings fight with them, and those that have none of these are driven to seek safety by aping the appearance and manner of some better endowed relative. Butterflies in general are most helpless creatures, but some of them are possessed of a peculiar defense. They have a bad taste. Birds that try to eat tbem find themselves made ill and naturally stop the feast. Now, the uniform of 6uch a butterfly is a valuable protection, and the sweet and edible butterflies that live in the same fields avail themselves of it. If the favored fly is red, some butterflies that ought perhaps to be yellow are found arrayed in a shade of red which is a pretty close match of the one copied. If the poisonous one has a marked spot on his wings, the imitator will grow a spot somewhat like it, and even when tho first has so distinctive a mark as a swallow tall wing the poor hunted cousin is not discouraged, but sticks out an imitation spike at the end of his wing in the hope of deceiving the eye of the ever watchful 6parrow who is after him.

It is not every Individual of a hunted species that changes in this way. If they all changed, the birds would soon discover the trick, and it would become useless. Sometimes when the hunted species is a large one it is not safe even for those that do change all to copy the same poisonous species. So sometimes they are found copying two or oven three different species. In this case the eggs that are laid by a female of any of the colors will hatch out into all the several kinds of flies. It is remarkable that as the male flies are stronger and of swifter flight than the femalo and better able to take care of themselves they do not often change, but by keeping their original color serve to decoy the birds away from their mates and to keep up the dolusio4 that the imitation is intended to create.

These disguises of the butterfly are wonderful enough, but they are all in the family, so to speak, and are far surpassed by other insects who, not finding any safe individual to copy among their own near relatives, take a bold step and itnitate a member of an entirely different family. Thore is a moth that has assumed the disguise of the belligerent bee quite successfully. To do this he has himself hatched with the down on his wings so loose that a buzz or two shake it all off and leave his wings transparent and gauzy like thq~ bee's. Then he crawls around with an imitation of a bee's peculiar glide ana does his best to look as if be had a 6ting. There are other flies that havo imitated bees more or le£s successfully, but none that bus gone so far to do so as this one.

Mark Twain has called the ant a very much overrated bird. But If man has highly estimated this "bird" he has but followed in the footsteps of nature, for the ant is one of nature's favorites. She has made him so dry and hard and indigestible that he requires a specially constructed animal to eat him. Hence be lives and increases in comparative peace and is tho envy of all his neighbors. He would doubtless have many imitators if it were not that ho is so hard to copy. But he has nevertheless found a follower in a certain spider. Now, there is a great differenoe between the natural appearance of. a spider and an ant, so great that the spider, even if he is a long, thin, black spider, might well bo discouraged, for he has eight legs, and an ant has six, and he has two bulbs to his body and an ant three. Yet ho is nothing daunted. By some system of tight lacing or other he first manages to divide his abdominal bulb iu two. He does not get such a waist as an ant has, but he makes an apparent division, which is something. Then ho walks on his six iiind legs like an ant and waves his two fore legs iD the air liko an ant's antennte, and, it is to be supposed, fanoies himself indigestible.

But perhaps the most wonderful imitation is where an insect copies not the natural appearance of another, but his appearance when at work. There is a kind of ant in South America who makes it his business to strip the leaves from the tree3 and carry them to his nest, and the Bight of one of these, struggling and often concealed under his leaf, is most common. The ant, as stated before, has few enemies. Now, there is found where this antiscommon a kind of fly that has grown upon its back a sort of fin of the general shape of a leaf and of a bright green color, so that as it orawls around it might well be mistaken for one of these ants under a leaf. Thus in its imitative zeal it has created a feature which is no part of the ant it copies.

Of all these imitation-warriors none is so ambitious as one species of caterpillar. He is large, lizards like to eat him, and he is perfectly defenseless. When he is at rest, ho is like any other caterpillar, and no one would notice certain dark spots on his shoulders. But touch him, and at once he draws his head back into his body and presents to view a most terrifying dragon face. The spots on his back now look like great saucer eyes, and his dark head forms a boak of most belligerent aspect. The whole effcct is ridiculously fierce and must be seen to be appreciated. An innocent lizard to whom this caterpillar was fed turned tail when he saw tho transformation and did not stop until he was well hidden behind a twig.—New York Suu.

A JOLLY SORT OF FARM.

Vegetables Growing at One Hand, the Products of the Sea at the Other. "Once some years ago," said Superintendent H., T. Woodman of the oity's aquarium at Castle Garden, "I went up the west coast of Florida in a sailboat on a collecting tour for shells and so on. On the north shore of Tampa bay we saw a little white bouse—very white indeed it was—a whiteness, as we afterward learned, that was due to whitewash made of lime from shells that the owner had burned himself. Wo went ashore there and were most hospitably reoeived and invited to stay. We couldn't do that, but we were in the neighborhood forTk day or two, and we ate two or three mrals at his house, and subsequently I called upon hiin once or twice and was received in the same hospitable manner. "No doubt there are other gardens like his, but his is the only one of the sort I ever saw—a kind of land and water garden combined. His land garden, which was about half an acre or so, was 50 or perhaps 100 feet back from the shore. He had in this garden cabbages and beans and potatoes and lettuce and garden stuff generally. His water garden was composed of three patchos, each about 50 feet square, side by side and under water, close to the shore and each inclosed in a palmetto crib, whioh was, however, only one log high, for that was all that was needed. He could go out in a skiff at any time and catch anything that there was in any of the cribs. "In the first patch of the water garden he kept hard clams, and he had plenty of them. The second patch he .had fixed op for oysters. He had thrown in shells for the oysters to spawn on, and he had an abundant supply of oysters. The third crib he had fixed up for onutaQM. H#

had thrown in some old stumps here and shoved in under the crib some slabs or planks that had drifted ashore to make a shelter for crawfish) which like to back in under things, as the lobster does. He had in this orRj crawfish and crabs. Of course these could easily have crawled over the single log of the crib if they had wanted to, but they didn't want to. They preferred the shelters in ttoiscrib to the sandy beaches*outside. In fact, the crib was an attraction to any stray crawfish or crab that might oome that way. You see, he had only to step out of his house on one Bide for his vegetables and on tho other for his sea food He gave us oysters steamed in a big iron pot over a fire in the yard and the pick of both his gardens, land and marine, and certainly we couldn't have had anything fresher cr more delightful.''—New York Sun. 3?

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,.4«'ASTERIA.".

Interesting Iteta About the Magical Star Stone of Ceylon. Familiar to some of the ancient writers and credited with supernatural powers, the Asteria, or star gem, was highly valued for the benefits supposed to bo conferred on the wearer. Its bright, six rayed star, ever changing and shifting with every play of light and especially shooting out its flames in the direct sunlight, would seem to be something more than an ordinary crystal, and to the superstitious mind it could readily be believed to embody some tutelar spirit. The particular virtue attributed to this gem was the conferring upon the wearer "health and good fortune" when worn as an amulet, and to those fortunate to be born in the month of April, with which that stone was associated or represented, th9 wearer was insured from all evil. The star stone is found principally in Ceylon, invariably in soil peouliar to rabies and sapphires. Indeed it is oomposed of the same constituent "corundum," its chatoyant, or star rays, being caused by tho presence of what the natives call "silk." It Is found in many different colors, from pale blue, pink,and white to deep dark blue, ruby and purple. The blue are ternjed "sapphire stars," the red "ruby stars." It is always cut en cabuchon, the star dividing into six rays at the apex. It is next in hardness to the diamond.

The "Moorman" of Colombo, with tools as rude and simple as his forefathers U6ed 1,000 years before, with no training or Instruction except the unwritten mysteries of the craft handed down from father to son, will produce the most wonderful results in outting and polishing gems and in many instances rival the more educated lapidary of Europe for judgment in cutting gems to the greatest advantage. —London Graphlo.

",'1- Costly Bnslness.

"Lookee here, mistar, kin yo' tell me whar dey git marriage su6tiflcates?" inquired an old colored individual of one of the bailiffs at the city hall the other day. The bailiff steered him toward the clerk's office. Wheu he appeared before one of the gentlemen who issue the small slip of paper so requisite to the eternal happiness of a pair whom Cupid has visited, he repeated his request.

Yes, sah she hab a funny name but, Lor, I don' know how she spells it," he said in answer to the olerk's question. "I alwa' jes' call her Luo fo' short. Do yo' wan' to know her age? She's jes' 25. I'm 05. Dat's a little discrepshon In our ages, but it don' matter. What money I makes I get at de top o' telegraph poles—dat is, I'm a lineman."

After venturing these remarks the old man stopped a minute to renew his supply of oxygen and then inquired the fee. "Dat's purty strong, mistar. It's a purty costly bizness, dis her' gettin married, even when I'ze gwino to git a young an han'som' bride," said, the old man as he fumbled in an aged purse and laid three quarters, two dimes and a nickel before the clerk.—Nashville Times.

Young Men and Church.

"The Young Man apd the Church," by Edward W. Bok in The Cosmopolitan Magazine, attempts the following explanation of why young men of today generally shun religious services:

The modern pulpit is sluggish and stagnant. Old churchgoers have again and again confessed to me that Mr. was a little dry this evening, and the temptation to shut my eyes did come, I grant you. Now, this i^ why young men will not attend 99 out of every 100 religious services. They lack interest. I must not be misunderstood and -have thrown at me the aofcusation that the young man of today is a paragon of wisdom, and that he thinks he knows it all. He is not a paragon of wisUoujt.nor anything else. The assertion that he ip too self assertive comes principally from those whom he, in tho very nature of things which prefers young manhood to oldage, pushes to the wall. He does not claim to be any better than was his father as a young man, but neither is he any worse. At the same time, while he differs only in the minor sense that each generatiqn.rpust necessarily,differ from the.preceding one, it is unjust to ask him to accept in 1895 the methods in vogue in 1325. With changing conditions come different demands, spiritual as well as material

An Innocent Bridelet.

If girls Hvill marry, they should have their eyes opened beforehand and know something about what is coming. There is no more fruitful source of wedded unhappiness than ignorance. Take the care of the household. Tho girls get married Without knowing the first thing about these duties. It was atypical and sweet bridelet who presided over the dinuer table at which her husband aad herself sat. He remarked that the tomatoes were nice and asked If they were canned. She didn't know, but rang the bell, and when the maid came she said, "Mary, are these canned tomatoes?" Mary said they were, and her husband declared they were as nice as any he had ever eaten, wasn't it wonderful, *etc. The bridelet thought awhile, and then, with her wise little head on one side, remarkod, "Upon my word, George, I don't see why tlicy grow any vegetables any more, because the canned ones are really just as good!"— Cincinnati Enquirer.

Durability of Chalk Marks. About five years ago an article appeared in one' of the city papers stating that when the old city bell was taken down to be replaced by the new one chalk writing was found, plainly written 18 years before by a young engineer. In the year 1822 the bridge over the Big Gunpowder falls, at Ridgely's iron works, about 14 miles from Baltimore, was constructed by Robert Burr, considered at that time a famous architect and engincor of Now Jersey. When the bridge was erected, several persons wrote their names thereon with chalk, and they can easily bo read at this day, and the date, July 4, 1822.—Philadelphia North American.

When We Feel Small.

"Thfere are times," said the man with the oratorical manner, "when we are overwhelmed with humiliation at the poworlpscn*te* of tbo human mind." "That's very true," was the reply. "I AM often made to feel GO.-" "Indeed?" "Yes. I have a 4-year-old daughter who asks questiona "—Pick Me Up.

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Featberstone—How is it, Willie, I was shown into this room? Usually I go into the parlor.

Willie—Sister said the clock In this room was half an hour fast.—Detroit Free Press.

TELEPATHY CASES.

THOUGHT TRANSFERENCE CONSIDERED WITH TWO ILLUSTRATIONS.

A Woman Who Was Forewarned of Danger to Her Sister and to Her Father. What the Wise Man Says About Premonitions.

Perhaps yon don't believe in thought transference, and perhaps you do. A woman who doesn't know whether or not she believes In it does know that she was terribly frightened twice in her life when there was no apparent reason why she ihould have been—that is, in advance of her actual knowledge of trouble or danger. She declares that these are the only incidents of the kind in her life, and she further declares—this for the benefit of psychologists—that she cannfei recall that i.he ever had any other premonitions, true ur false.

A man who pretends to know something about mental manifestations says that this is an extremely important point, for he says that most mothers have 40 premonitions an evening when they are away from homo that something terriblois happening to somebody somewhere. According to this wise man, a mother goes to the theater leaving her beloved 6-year-old peacefully sleeping in his bed. Slia has premonitions that he has fallen .out of bed and broken his neck that he hu been abducted that he has bee alburn rti up that ho has coughed himself to death, and that escaping gas has asphyxiated hiin. She has an appalling premonition every 15 minutes. When she goes home, she enters the child's room in a breathless suspense. If the boy is sleeping soundly, as is the ca60 99 times out of 100, she does not give a single thought to any one of her horrifying premonitions.

But if, the wise man declares, she comes homo on the hundredth time and Jlnds that her adored son has awakened in the night and asked for a drink of water because he could think of nothing else to ask for, or he has had an uneasy dream beoause he was allowed to have.pudding with his dinner, she clasps him in her arms and declares that she had a premonition at the very moment ho awakened, tortured with his feverish thirst, or at the exact instant the nightmare assaulted him.

The woman Who had the two dreadful premonitions, or whatever you please «o call them, is positive, however, as has been pointed out before, that these two are tho sum total of her premonitions, and 6bo hopes that they will remain eft und if any one could be so stupid as to doubt tho veracity or the memory of a woman, why, then it need only be said that this woman is the daughter of a famous bishop, so that point is settled once and forever. But now for the premonitions.

Sho had been down town and was riding home in a car when her mind was oppressed with a sense of somo harm coming to her little sister. Sho grew extremely nervous, and her suffering became so keen that tho other passengers in the car noticed her distraction and endeavored to soothe her. Finally her agitation became so terrifying that she repeatedly moaned her sister's name, falling eventually into such a condition of collapse that when the car reached her home she could barely stagger to the house. At the door she was met by a servant, who was palefaced and sobbing. "Oh," cried the sister, "how iff"— "It's terrible, terrible," sobbed the maid, "but she Is alive!" and rushing into the house the woman found her little sister lying on a couch with a white face, wet, streaming hair and almost lifeless. She had just been rescued from drowning in a shocking way, having fallen into a •cistern, and having been taken out with the greatest difficulty.

The period covering the child's fall into the cistern, her struggles there and her rescue in an unconscious condition corresponded with her sister's attack of nervous frenzy, overpowering depression and succeeding collapse. The periods, so far as could be judged, were also coincident in duration.

To the wise man this seemed a clear case of telepathy, with no confusing associations and no deceptive circumstances.

The other instance was similar, though in this case tho mental impressions wcro not so vivid. But, on the other hand, the inducing cause was not so serious, though the sympathetic brain was undoubtedly of more powerful influence, being that of the bishop.

Again, the woman was in a street car, on her way to a church, where her father was taking p«rt in some servioe, when she was startled with a sense of impending danger to him. Tho oppression of the previous experience was repeated, and this was followed by an extreme eagerness to reach him. When the car carried her to the church, she jumped to the street, hurried into tho basement and was running through several rooms which were between her and tbo room where she knew hor father should be when she meta young woman. "How is my father?" crlod the bishop's daughter, but she did not wait for an answer, running on to tho rear room. Here she found her father. He had faiuted, and having partly recovered was being removed from the room to his carriage.

Two interesting features of this case were brought out by questions of the wise man. The bishop was not subject to fainting attacks—in fact, his daughter did not believe that he had ever before fainted—and he had scarcely been ill a day in hia life, so that there was no reason founded on association or habitual dread why the daughter should have been struck with fear for her father.

These are the simple statements of tho cases, given here as they were given by the bishop's daughter, for what they are Worth to those who are interested in psychological discussion and research.—New York Tribune.

STREETS OF NEW ORLEANS.

t)dd Mantes Which Represent a Good Deal of History. "A good deal of out of tho way history has been crystallized into the names of New Orleans streets," said the traveler. "He who runs may read in the odd nomeuclature of the Crescent City that its residents aro not chips of old Plymouth rock. There is poetry as well as history in the avenues which center on Canal street, but the poetry is of another climo and the history that of a strange people. ''I suppose that in New Orleans, as in other oities, tho oldest streets are those named after trees and plant*, instead of running against the endless ^ocession of Spruce, Mulberry, Cedar, Pine, Chestnut and Walnut streets you oome upon such tropical streets as Magnolia, Laurel and Telhoupitouias. You are reminded that the gulf waters are near and Mexioo just out of reach. "Thero is a brave array of the saints in the street directory. That English Presbyterians were not the early settlers seems pretty clear when you walk up St. Charles, St. Claude, St Joseph, St. Poter or St. Andrew. •Felicity' and 'Elysian fields' also indicate states of mind with which the Pilgrims were not overmuch In sympathy. "New Orleans streets are not quite without ordinary American names. There are a few survlvore, and in each case they have a sterling historical significance. Take Jackson, Camp, Magaeine, Hospital, Custom House, Canal, Rampart, for Instance, and three or four epochs of a proud history rise at a breath. "There baj?alw»y» "fttoen a distinct and dainty U£»axj lift oj» \toj_lower AlWs-

slppl. The school of creols writers, of which Georgo W. Cable is the leading exponent, has had quite a vogue. Fiction and poetry of more than usual value appear in the editions of soveral of the New Orleans papers. I wonder whether the strong representation from the nine muse* in the avenues of the city is part cause of sequence of this. Calliope, Euterpe, Clio and Melpomene seem like old friends when yoa sue them bulletined on the cornef lampposts, and you greet with real picas* uro your old claseio flames, the Dryadef and that stanch bard of antiquity, Homer. "Longfellow bad something to saj about the poetry of the Phlladclphi* streets whero he lays the concluding scenr of'Evangeline.' But the mellow Acadiar words which flow along bis hexameterf live again in names of New Orloan#'-^-streets. Here is a short list which soundi^ as if taken from tb« directorial of or Madrid: Carondelet, Esplanade, Char-" tres, Dauphine, Leonti no, Baron ne, Poy* dras, Perdldo,* Ursulines, Dupro, Con* stance, Conti, Bienville, Bourbon, Ker* ,.\-J| lerec, Prytanio-, Lapeyrouse, Valmont. Whatever else they may be, they ar« scaroely English."—New York Mail and Express..

Journalistic Spiders.

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In Russia the correspondents of our ?-vs| English daily papers sometimes have a hard time of it. Not very long ago the police made a discovery of some nihilistic plot in an out of the way corner of St Petersburg, and tbo special correspondent I of The Standard came to hear of it. Off ho wunt at once In search of the house.

He found it without much difficulty, and a police offioer was in possession. "Caul come in?" he asked. "Certainly," said the officer. And the correspondent en- altered. Having taken a good view of the surroundings, ho turned to go, but tbo officer barred the way. "You cannot pass, sir, "he said. "But you yourself said I might come in." "Quito so," responded the policeman grimly. "Anybody who likes can come in, but they aro immediately arrested."

In vain the journalist explained that he had important engagements elsewhere. There he was, and there he had to stop. Then ue wont to the window and looked out with a malicious gleam In hia eye. Presently he saw a sight which filled him with joy. Strolling down the street was Mr. Dobson, the correspondent of The Times. The imprisoned one hailed him. "Hello! Where are you going?" he shouted. "Trying to find the nihilist place." "Oh, this is it!' "Really? Can I come up?" "Yes, any one can come up." And Mr. Dobson came. He took a critical survey of the room, made his notes, and then, turning to his friend, he suggested that they should go. Failing to get an answer and somewhat bewildered, he made for the door, and there the police officor enlightened him. The two correspondents spent the afternoon inviting othoi flies into the spider's web.—London D" patch.

The Ballet Girl's Big Toe.

A man will watch a performer in a no elty dance and allow his applause to b« guided by the things that he had for supper or the previous condition of his liver. He forgets or does not think that tho per» former before him has practiced threa hours a day for ten years perhaps and means to go on doing the same thing as long as she remains before the people In a professional capacity. It never occurs to him, unless he be of the thoughtful, investigating kind, that the girl who smiles and dances back of the footlights may have a great toe that is twice the size it ought to be. The work used to be a source of pain to herr, but that- time has passed, and now a callous lump deadens the hurt .-r that came every time she placed tho weight of her body upon that usually unruly and weak part of her anatomy.—Philadelphia Times.

The Coming Heroine.

Mr Jinks—I wish you wouldn't allow our daughter to read those sentimental, novels.

Mrs. Jinks—She isn't reading a sentimental novoL The heroine doesn't marry for lovo. "Well, the modern society novol in which the heroine marries for money is just as bad." "She Isn't reading a society novel." "Then what is it?" .•/* "It's an advanced novel." "What's that?"

The heroine manies for a political pull."—New York Weekly.

Oscar Is So Modest*

WTicn Osoar Wilde was asked if he nervous on the night he is presenting a new play for the first time, he answered: "No! Iam exquisitely indifferent. My nervousness ends at the last dress rehearsal. I know then what effect my play, as presented upon the stage, has produoed upon me. My interest in tho play ends there, and I feel curiously envious of the public—they have such wonderful fresh emotions In store for them."

Magical Finger Ring**

Finger rings have played a more fmpottant part in history than any other ornaments. They were formerly symbols of authority, and subordinates were often invested with temporary power by the loan of the master's ling. We have examples of this in the case of Pharaoh, Ahasutfrus and many others, in both sacred and profane history. Rings were at onetime supposed to possess magical powers, and Plato. tells us that Gyges owned a ring that would at bis pleasure render him invisible, while from another source we learn of the wonderful ring with whioh Solomon sealed the jars in which the disobedient jinne were Immured before being dropped into tho soa.—New York Advertiser.

The Dear Girls.

Miss Silligirl—I think it's awful meaiv. That horrid Green girl has beon saying that I paint.

Miss Meanness—Never mind, dear. I expect it she had your complexion she'd paint too.—London Quiver.

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African Mahogany.

It seems likely that one of tho most important benefits to civilization of Stanley's African expedition will be tho introduction of African mahogany to westem commerce. There is even now a flourishing trade in this wood, whioh is sold more cheaply in the United States than it formerly was in Liverpool. Central America, Brazil and the West Indies have hitherto contributed the world's chiof supply of mahogany. It was one of Sir Walter llaloigh'sdiscoveries, and It first began to bo »asnd in mnking furniture toward tho cle#e of the seventeenth .century.—Sk Louie Post-Dispatch.

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