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SONG AST) A PRAYER.

A NOf ft the girl we loveGod love faert A tang for the eyes with their tender wile, And the fragrant mouth with its melting smile, The rich brown tresses uncontrolled. That clasp her neck with their tendereat hold And the blossom lips and the dainty chin, And the lily hand that we try to win. The girl we loveGod love her 1 A prayer for the girl we loved God love her ! A prayer for the eyes of faded light, And the eheek whose red rose waned to white. And the quiet brow with ita shadow and gleam. And the lashee drooped in a long deep dream. And the small hands crossed fox the churchyard rest. And the flowers dead on her sweet dead breast, The girl we loved m God loved hert JTh OrUan Ttmet-DemocraU

EFFffi'S STRANGE WARNING.

BY NATHAN D. TJBNER. On a certain bright, deceitfully- warm March morning, Joe Morf ord and Achille Dnfarge, professional uwolfersynset out on what was meant to be their last pelt-hunt of the season, from their homes in the quiet but thrifty little Idaho settlement of Florence, bound for their distant wolfing district near the headwaters of the Snake River, among the wild spurs of the Bitter Hoot Mountains. They had hardly got clear of the settlement when Joe's sweetheart, Effie Sjntram a sweet and delicate girl, the belle of the settlement, and better known as the Sutler's Daughter was seen on the last rise of ground, waving her handkerchief with a peremptoriness that no lover could resist. "Wait for me, Achille," said Joe, a frankfaced young trapper who wore his heart on his sleeve. "I'll have to run back, and see what she wants." Achille nodded with assumed carelessness, and drew rein beside the pack-mule they owned in common, as though wholly indifferent to his partner's softness in obeying the summons. But hardly had the latter quitted his side before his black, EiercuuE eyes followed him with a malevomt glance, that at last rested on the reunited lovers with a burning and vengeful intensity that was not good to see. Achille was a French half-breed from the Saskatchewan wilderness a swarthy and eingularly handsome man of seme years Joe Morford's senior who had made himeelf very popular among the female element of the territory, though of doubtful antecedents and dangerous temper. "I didn't call you back merely for another kiss, Joe, said "Effie, none the less tiptoeing for one as Joe hurriedly put his powerful arm around her. "It was to tell you that 1 11 keep on having my sleep-waking dreams till you come-back; so that you'd better be on your good behavior while gone. Joe's brow grew troubled. "I wiBh you wouldn't, Effie!n said he, half impatiently. "The doctor says you're high-strung enough as it is; and you know perfectly well that those trance-fits or sleep-wakings leave you exhausted and nervous. n He alluded to strange conditions of clairvoyance, or second-sight, to which the young girl had been subject in her childflood, and which, after years of healthful discontinuance, had, to the no small disquiet of her father and friends, repossessed her with increased and oft-times startling manifestations, so far as concerned their realistic vividness and subsequent confirmations, ever since her heart had passed out of her keeping into that of honest Joe Morford, five or six months before the opening of our story. Eftie smiled a little sadly. "Yon talk as if 1 could altogether help it," said she. "But you can resist the spells to a certain degree so as to weaken both their intenity and their after eflects. You have told me so, darling. "I can, but shall not until after we are made one at the altar. Joe. listen to me, I dare not!" and there was a wild earnestness in her voice and manner. "When has my strange gift been at lault in following you out and away upon your perilous expeditions after the wolf-pelts? Never, and .you know it. Joe, I must still follow you thus as long as that evil-hearted Irian, Achille Dnfarge, accompanies you. His offer was the first I had long before you spoke your heart to me and he has never

forgiven my rejection of it. He will harm me, if possible, through you. But I shall be watching over you, my darling. My nvsterious inner and far-sight shall never miss you at the merest hint of peril. Nay, more; I feel that my gift shall attain new power, new expression; that in the event of dire misfortune, not alone my eyes, but my voice as well, shall reach you, and you shall hear me calling to you over the weary leagues of mountain, valley, canon, and morass! Oh, Joe, my beloved, my precious one! it is more with soul than with heart that I lore you, and it is my eoul that see." Impressed against his will by the intensity of hr words, he took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, even while murmuring: 44 Wild words, my darling wild, though weet! I do not doubt a certain reality in jour gift, but you are wrong about poor Achille an ill-governed, passionate, but true-hearted man! tf You're astray astray! But wait! She drew him back a pace or two, and her eyes, directed toward the distant half-breed, assumed a strained fixety, while her sweet features grew pale, abstracted and set. "He is looking at us at this instant, she continued, slowly, "and these muttered words are escaping his compressed lips I repeat them syllable by syllable: Joe Morf ord, beware! a clever chance, a caprice of destiny against you, might mean that girls love and happiness for meF There, that is all. Isn't it enough? She was her bright, natural self again; and a smile oftncredulity came into her lover's face. "Why, Effie, do be reasonable! said he. "Achille is fully fire furlongs distant, and telephonic communication is as yet denied yon.n She laughed, loo, and was solely loverlike as she threw her arms about him for the final embrace. "If you don't give over doubting me, I hall some day love you to death! she cned. 44 Good-bye, Joe, Joe, dear Joe! And forget nothing I have said remember every word! There was a shower of kisses, and she only gave way to her sobs when her lover was well out of hearing

Joe said not a word, and neither

did his associate wolfer, for many minutes after continuing their way together. At last the former said:

Achille, did you speak any words aloud when pbeerving Efiie and me, just the

cninute before our parting kiss back yonder?" 44 Yes no! Once, nerhans. but of course

not. There was no one with me. What do

you me in?" Achille had been startled, and was even vet confused.

"You know EJBe's strange sleep-waking

power, and all that," Joe went on. "Well, at the moment I refer to, she repeated words that she professed to catch, syllable

iv syllable, from your bps, in spite of the

separating distance. " Achille burst into a nervous laugh.

Mon Dies! I am frightened," said he,

in mock alarm. "Tell me, Joe; what did she echo me as saying?" "These words, muttered through your

I compressed lips: Woe Morford, beware!

a clever chance, a caprice of destiny against you, might mean that girl9 a love and happiness forme. 11 Achille looked more startled than at first, but his laugh was even louder and more scoffing. "Le diable! I give in, I'm crushed," he continued, banteringly. "Sorcere&s no less than seeress, what can avail against your wonderful Efiie Sintram, the sutler's daughter?" "No, no; but, joking apart, Achille, pray tell me, honestly, if such words really did or did not escape you?" Achille was also, apparently, in earnest now, and he held out his hand engr giugly. "They did not, pard, on my word of honor!" said he, simply; "nor did such an envious, unworthy thought as is expressed by those words enter my head an instant. I am above it, old fellow. Do you believe me?" - "Oh! of course!" But Joe could not forget Achilla's agitation, even while clasping the extended hand with hearty good will. "Why not? Think no more of it. Poor Effie! she may be growing a little unbalanced. n They reached their little cabin, eighty miles away, at the end of the third day, and good luck seemed to attend this, their last expedition, from the start. A heavy 6now fell, just enough to make the coyotes hungry, and to nicely plant the sharp sticks, dressed with strychninepoisoned bear or elk meat, set after the most approved fashion of wolf -catching; and, after this, it cleared off good and cold, rendering long-distance traveling on snowBhoes effective and agreeable, and enabling them to set their baits, or traps, and establish their caches over a wide extent of wilderness; while the Indians, troublesome enough at the beginning of the season, were only conspicuous by their absence. It was the custom of these two wolfers to meet at their cabin at the end of every third day, bringing in such pelts as had

been collected. Then, after spending a night and day in each other's company, chiefly devoted to preparing the skins for market, they would again separate, to make their lonely rounds among the baiting grounds in different directions. But at the end of three weeks, after five profitable collections had been made, the good luck suddenly changed to worse. Joe, having reached home first, was pre

paring the coffee over the cabin fire, when suddenly a voice, Effie Sintram's voice, wa heard calling to him. Greatly startled, he ran out of the cabin, which occupied a bare knoll commanding a wide, uninterrupted view on every side, and looked eagerly around, without perceiving Effie or anyone else in sight. Yet still the beloved voice kept on calling to him fiom out of the bosoming distance and from due southwest, directly from the point of Effie Sintram's home, eighty miles away, and presently he distinguished these words of warning: "Joe, Joe Morf ord! beware. Achille is only self-wounded, and the Spokanes, while seeming to attack you, are really his confederates." He shook off the superstitious feeling that momentarily possessed him, and then, feeling assured that it was nothing less than Effie's inner voice, or spirit-vigilance, that had reached him across the waste, as an attendant of her clairvoyant wakefulness, he again took a survey of his surroundings for an explanation of the warning. Just then Achille's trained pony, housed up with Joe's and the pack-mule in a shed communicating with the cabin, sent forth the mysterious whinny that it was accustomed to give at its master's approach. An instant later Achille himself appeared on the rough snowy trail, half a mile away. He seemed to move on his snow-shoes with difficulty, and made signs of distress. Joe hurriedly buckled on his own snowshoes, and was soon at his partner's Bide. Achille's left leg was bandaged below the knee, and he was unwontedly excited. He was, moreover, without his customary package of wolf-skins. "The Spokanes!" he hurriedly exclaimed. "They ambuscaded and wounded me two miles back in Splint Canon! They are coming for us! Hurry up! We cannot be prepared for them too soon." With the mysterious warning, thus partly verified, still haunting his mind, Joe Mor-

ford said little in reply, but assisted his

companion to the hut, and systematically made everything snug for the threatened attack.

It was now about sunset. Achille had in the meuntime done noth

ing but groan with pain.

"Now let s have a look at that leg of

yours," said Joe; and, in spite of Achille's

entreaties to be careful, he summarily unbandaged the injured limb, and examined it.

uWhv, it s nothing but a gunshot flesh

wound!" said he, contemptuously. "What

are you up to, Achille? Both of us have

had worse hurts without playing baby."

"Perhaps the bullet was poisoned, suggested Achille; "at all events it burns like fury." Joe also noticed that the bullet had been fired almost perpendicularly downward, which considerably strengthened the air-borne accusation of its bavins been self-inflicted; but he said

nothing, and, a few moments later, the threatened Indian attack took place. "I mignt also ask what's up with you, Joe?" said Achille, after a few shots had been fired from the two loop-holes, and returned. "You don't seem to care a continental about these bloodthirsty devils." "Bloodthirsty fiddle -sticks!" said Joe. "There's not more than a baker's dozen of the beggarly Spokanes, with no more than five or six old battered army muskets among 'em. With our Winchesters and revolvers, we ought to whip a regiment of 'em.w "Look out, though!" cried Achille, peering out excitedly. "They're creeping up all in a bunch, and There! what did I tell you?n There really was an entire volley received, and as Joe sprang to his loop-hole, a concerted rush was observable as preparing on the part of the savages. At this instant the far-off, air-borne voice, Erne's voice, rang out once more, sounding in Joe's ears at least with clarion distinctness: "Be on your guard, Joe,, be on your guard!9 it cried. "Beware of shots not from without, but from within not from in front, but from behind! Oh, too late, too late! Lost, lost!n And it died away in a long, agonizing wail. "Did you hear that strange cryust then, Achille?" cried Joe, now greatly wrought up. "Where are you? What causes all this smoke and steam?" "I don't know," replied the half-breed from somewhere in the smoke. "And what cry do you mean? I heard nothing, and" Here there was an oath, followed by the words: "Mon Dieu! they've fired the horseshed. Look out for yourself, parH" 'Then a number of shots echoed around the outer walls, quickly followed by an individual flash and report from within and Joe Morford was down with a ghastly gunshot hole in his side. Then the eerial voice swelled for the last time upon his hearing, but only in a long, expiring scream of intense and sympathetic anguish. "I believe I'm done for," growled Joe.

still masking the terrible suspicion that filled his mind the suspicion that Achille's bullet had purposely sought him out from amid the smoke. "Perhaps," and there was a terrible sneer in his voice, "you didn't hear that cry either?" Achille protested that he had not with unaffected sincerity, nnd made haste to minister to his wounded partner; while the smoke and steam, which turned out to have been caused by the overturning of the coffee pot on the live coals, gradually cleared; and it also became evident that the Spokanes, whether their attack had been a sham or a reality, had taken themselves off, at the instance of the Winchesters, most likely. An hour or two later, Joe Morford's situation was extremely precarious. Lying helplessly m his bunk, he was bidding temporary adieu to his uncertain partner, Achille Dufarge, who, after dressing his comrade's frightful wound to the best ol his ability, was about setting out as hurriedly as his own injury would permit to obtain needed provisions and medicines from a cache, or secret storage-place, five miles distant, there chancing to be none of either on hand in the cabin. To add to the gravity of the situation, another great snow-storm was setting in. "Good-bye, and God speed your return, Achille!" said Joe, with difficulty controlling a shudder while submitting to the parting hand-shake. "I shall doubtless die anyway of this accursed Indian bullet; but the misery or comparative solace of my last moments will depend on your getting back to me within ten hours at the furthest. Old fellow, I would not die here alone!" "Morbleu! that you shall not, my tried comrade, while the breath remains in my body!" cried the handsome half-breed, with hypocritical earnestness. "Ten hours? I shall return inside of sis, or perish in the snows." He passed out cheerfully in the storm, leaving a good fire on the hearth, fuel within the sufferer's reach, and a lamp burning. "The murderous hound!" muttered Joe to himself. "Self-preservation alona prevented my charging him with his treachery. If he does not return. I am lost. Oh, if I could but hear my Erne's spirit-voice once more, to cheer me in this terrible suspense! And how odd it was that AchiUe should have been deaf to it! for I know his superstitious terror would have been overpowering, had it been otherwise." But Joe was also deaf to it thereafter, 'lor it came no more; and neither did

Achille return. Hours and days passed, and Joe Morford felt assured that he had been either heartlessly left to starve and suffer to dea h alone in the wilderness, or that the halfbreed had in reality perished in the snows; though the former supposition, in view of past developments, was the more likely of the two. At last, one sunshiny morning, when the snows were fast disappearing, Joe managed to crawl to and open the cabin door. He was wasted almost to a skeloton; death was impatiently waiting for him, it seemed. He crushed a handful of snow upon his fevered lips, and threw a straining glance over the trackless waste. "Oh, if I might but hear it once again!" he cried in his desolateness. "That voice, that voice! The voice of my sweetheart, Effie Sintram!" Hark! what was that? A shout from far below a nearer and ringing cry and yet another! Was it delirium? No; those were real shapes, rescuing human shapes, toiling up toward him through the snow. And that wa3 Efl&e's voice not her airborne phantom voice, the voice of her sleep-waking abnormity, but her own clear natural and girlish tones and he hears it again, nearer, at his very side; he sees her beloved image, he is in her arms, her sobs and laughs are mingling melodiously in his ears, her grateful tears are raining on his wasted face! Ail is well once more. Joe has not quite overstepped the threshold of recovery, and the best of physicians, the kindest of neighbors are there to assist the sweet feminine hands that soothe his pillow. All is gradually explained to him. The butler's daughter had seen all his peril up to the treacherous shot that had laid her lover low; had seen it vividly in her sleepwaking trance, and out of that had her sympathetic voice called its warnings to the beset soul that was dearest, nearest to her own. But, with the final catastrophe, the treacherous shot, her trance haft snapped its mystic chord in that last long anguished wail, and a dreamless sleep, lasting for three days, had supervened; after which she had secretly enlisted the physician and several neighbors in the rescuing expedition that had just terminated so fortunately, so providentially; her father in the meantime treasuring the secret at home, in order to entrap the envious and murderous halfbreed to his reckoning. For nothing had as yet been heard ol Achille; though there was little doubt that he was but biding his time to reappear at the settlement, with his semi fabrication of death for his comrade, untold hardships fo himself, and, doubtless, with a future cairn upon Efne's hand and affections on the score of gratitude foi what he would profess to have tried to do for her ill-starred lover. Strange as it may sound in the telling,

this fanciful programme of Achille Duf arge's motives and designs was borne out by the facts in the case almost to the very letter. Joe was carried back to the settlement, and so well was his return kept secret that he was well on the road to recovery a few weeks later when Achille presented himself at the old sutler's house. He was clothed in rags and woe-begone in the extreme, and was even permitted to spin out his fabrication in the presence of a large audience before being at last confronted by the deadalive, and overwhelmed with confusion and dismay. His attompt at murder, however, could not conveniently be proved against him to the satisfaction of a court of law; so he was quietly permitted to disappear, after bein& subjected to a little public expression of disesteem, which in this instance assumed the form of a coat of tar and feathers, and an evanishment from that particular corner of Idaho by the unique fashion of equestrianism known as riding on a rail. Joe and Effie were married with great rejoicings before the close of the following merry month of May; and I am happy to say that there has been no recurrence of the pretty bride's sleep-waking or clairvoyant experiences since that eventful and happy day. Variations in Granite. Prof. Winch-ell's comparative trials of the granite of New England and Minnesota have shown some surprising differences in strength. Two inch unpolished cubes were taken, and crushed between wooden cushions, tho average strength of Minnesota granite was found to be 94,272 pounds, or 23,218 pounds per square inch ; crushed between steel plates, the average strength was 104,800 pounds, or 26,200 pounds to the square inch of surface. A like number of specimens of New England granite gave on average strength of 59,785 pounds, or 14,759 pounds to ther square inch. i V

A Word in Behalf of the Little Girls. "Mamma, can't I do this?" "Oh! no, deax," in horrified accents. "Hut, mamma, Tom does, and I want to. Why can't I, mamma?" "Why, my dear, Tom is a boy. Little boys can do lots of things that it isn't nice for little girls to do, you know. " And this system, often begun in very infancy, is followed out till the girl grows up into womanhood, either accepting her trammels as a matter of course, or chafing vainly all the way along, envying her brothers, cherishing a deep-seated grudge against old Dame Nature, and having the thought which one girl at least expressed when she said : "I fairly hate myself for having been born a girl T' Girls in heathen lands may well feel this, but when girls in enlightened Christian countries feel bo something in their training is awry. Now, while it is true that a large girl in many respects cannot do as a large boy does, and usually has no desire to, it is also equally true (with the exceptions admitted to all rules) that a little girl can do almost exactly what a little boy can, and sho usually wants to; and, further, if allowed to, she generally will do it. If mothers will guide instead of thwart this tendency, it will be vastly to tjie benefit of girls, and not at all to the injury of their boys. There would seem to be no good reason why the training and education of girls and of boys should not be essentially identical up to a certain age. Be not in too great a hurry to impose upon your little girl the burden of her sex. She comes into the world a little, happy, free human being, caring not at all whether she is a boy or a girl, so long as her divine and inalienable rights of food, love, and a good time generally are not denied to her. God gives her life ; do not you, because she is a girl, curtail her liberty or forbid her the pursuit of happiness in her own and Nature's way. Tilings that are "nice" for a boy are "nice" for his sister while they are little children. Things that are "proper" for a healthy, active girl are usually Just as "proper" for a healthy active boy. It is a mistaken notion that certain roughnesses, a certain disregard of the proprieties, a certain boisterous liberty, may be allowed to our boys, because they are boys, when they are not permissable to our girls. Would we have our girls rough and boisterous, then ? By no means. And just as little should we have our boys so. But we would have our boys strong, athletic, fond of exercise; we would let them run and climb, and even shout, if the exuberance of their spirits demanded it all in the proper time and place. We should not deny the same privileges to our girls, so far as their strength allows them to take them. Some forms of exercises, to be sure, such as jumping rope, running up and down stairs, and the like, are to be deprecated for girls. Many mothers and physicians think them not desirable for boys. But if a girl goes fishing with her brother; if she can walk as unwearied! v: if she can climb a tree with as monkey -like facility ; if she can drive a nail straight without detriment to her fingers, and has a Yankee dexterity with a jack-knife; if in shooting she does not have to aim behind her to hit something in front of her then she is both a useful and a happy girl' She is laving up strength against the evil days to come when so many women helplessly capitulate to their "nerves." She is keeping her brother in a purer and more refining companionship than any afforded by the rough village boys. Lucy White Palmer, in Babyhood. Risks in the Fashionable Dressing of Children. Fashion often dictates methods of dress for children that are worse than nudity. There lies before us as we write a German picture which illustrates this. It represents a richlydressed little girt, the latter buying a toy from a poor child who is earning a little money by street-selling. Despite the great difference in the social condition of the two children, it is open to doubt which is the better clad for

j health. The rich one is amply clothed

as far down as the knee; there is even fur upon her outer garment at places where it can be of no use. The knee and legs are exposed, being covered with stockings of silk, which may cover something additional ; the foot and ankle are encased in thin boots, seemingly too tight to admit free circulation of the blood. The poor child has the loose wooden-soled shoe with upper of thick wollen material often worn by the poorer Germans. Her ankles are protected by woollen stockings only, but her coarse long skirt comes almost to the shoes as she sits, and would quite .reach them if she stood. Her head, shoulders, and chest are wrapped in a warm shawl. If there is anything to choose as to judiciousness of clothing the advantage lies with the poor child. If her ankles were covered she would be evenly protected from head to foot. The parents of the rich child have without excuse exposed the knee a vulnerable point and the calf, and have so cramped the fot and ankle by its insufficient covering as to destroy the value of the shoo as a protection,

thus at once violating two cardinal prin

ciples of dress, from the point of view of health namely, that it shall be uniform in its protection and free from tight pressure. Babyhood, Claude Lorraine's Pupil. There is one anecdote told of Claude whifth shows his quiet nature more than any other circumstance of which we know. He had but a single pupil in all his life. This was a poor cripple named Giovanni Domenico. Claude remembered with so much gratitude all that Agostino Tassi had done for him that he wished to bestow like benefits upon another. Domenico was bright in mind though deformed in body; he learned rapidly, and for twenty-five vears remained in Claude's studio, and was well known in all tha city. When he was 40 years old, some of his master's enemies persuaded him to claim that ho had executed the best pictures which Claude had sold as his own. Domenico left the master's studio and demanded a salary for all the years he had passed there. It is difficult to imagine the grief this must have been to Claude; he would not, however con

tend with one whom he had lowed, and he gave Domenico the sum for which he asked. The traitor died soon after, and reaped no happiness from the fruits of his wickedness. The falsehood of his claim was shown to the world by the fact that Claude painted his best pictures after Domenico had left him. Clara Erakine Clement, in St. Nicholas. Keeping Up. Pierre has a street car line and sonie half dozen other places are burrowing down in their pockets and are going to set up one too. "We of Dakota are not

I much on letting another place get

ahead. Ave are largely engaged m making Progress grab the bit in her teeth and throw a shoe in a mad attempt to catch up. It keeps Advancement standing up in the. stirrups about half the time yelling for us to hold on. We are especially long on improvements that we don't really need but are still handy to have about house. There's the electric light, shining

i and going out when it1s most needed

all over the territory despite the fact that the moon is full two-thirds of the time and on the half-shell the balance. The telephone with the mild hello and wild, wild output of profanity meets us on every hand. The "best system of waterworks in the territory" and the corresponding high rate of insurance, the national bank and the church debt, the paved streets and the sleeping night-watchman, the richly decorated opera house and Eli Perkins, the luxurious institution of higher education and the base ball club ; all these and many more are among us. It is an age of growth and progress for the territory. There is no stagnation, everything is on the move from the editor who takes that course to save rent to the treasurer of one of the northern counties who resolutely and uncomplainingly sets his face toward Canada. It's all right, let things move; we can never hope to become a great state and have six or seven men in Gongress trying to get postoffices for us unless we do more. Estelline Bell.

The Boarding House Child. A child has been beautifully defined as "God's problem waiting man's solution." How is this problem solved in our boarding houses ? The answer may be found in Sing Sing and Mercer street. I know of nothing more pitiful than the life of a boarding house child. The idea of growing up without having known a home; to find yourself a fully developed human being with no reooilection of home why, it is like going into the world without vitals. No remembrance of the fireside sanctuary where a little group came with their wounds, or their joys, their losses, or their treasures, and confided all to each other. No memory, no familiar landmarks, but instead a -wild confusion of flaring gas, sour faces, blazing carpets, gigantic tea urns, with an all-pervading, sickly, stale smell of food, marked only here and there by baleful blots. Perhaps by the recollection of one sour face that Mrs. Pipps', was who wanted her board paid in advance, or of the place where they had stale eggs, or of the other place where they were so cross, or of the other where there were holes in the table cloth and the casters were all tipsy and empty, or where they had not enough to eat, or where there was a drunken husband, or where the babv died. Oh ! what retrospect ! Texas Sifting 6 Diamonds and the French Crown Jewels. It is understood that the famous gems and jewels of France, which accumulated during the reigns of its kings, are to be sold to provide funds for the care of aged workmen. In 1849, there were 64,812 of these crown jewels, 9,547 of which were diamonds, 506 pearls, and then all other precious stones were represented in proportion. It is supposed that these gems will bring 30,000.000 francs, or $6,000,000. In this collection is the famous Regent diamond, which laid the foundation of the house of Wm. Pitt, who bought it in India for $60,000, and sold it for 3,375,000 francs. To-day, it is said to be worth 16,000,000 francs, as the price of diamonds has risen since then. Dealers in precious stones report the finding of a new diamond field at Salobro, in Brazil. In a league of soil, the returns have been as high as from $35,000 to $50,000 per month in diamonds. The remarkable thing about this find is that the diamonds of Salobro excel those found in any other place in quality, purity of color, and water. The only defect is that none of them weigh more than twenty carats. There is always a large demand for diamonds. Demorest9 Monthly. Why It Was Rank. "Mr. Flipkins," said Widder Coshannigon, his landlady, "I do wish when you take pay in trade from your country subscribers, that you would be jnore careful and not allow them to palm off bad butter on you, I lost two boarders this morning, owing to your not tasting of that butter last night before you brought it home." "What butter? I didn't bring horn any butter. " "Why, that box of butter you left on the window seat in the dining-room. Clairette found it after you had gone up stairs." "Great Peter! You didn't use. that for butter, did you? I hunted high and lo(w for that box and thought I had lost it. It was a box of axle-grease Farmer Dobbin asked me to buy and send to him by express." Newman Independent Liberty in Maryland. It was in Maryland that the true form of republican government was first established, and from which the various steps which led up to the adoption of the American Constitution in Philadelphia can bo readily and easily traced. The Declaration of Independence is a direct contradiction of the Puritan idea, in that it proclaims that all men are created equal and declares for self-government. From that time the Puritan idea has been receding, and continues growing small and beautifully less. But the whole systeri of universal suffrage first had its birth in the Catholic colony of Maryland. Chicago Tribune.

JHO W0MES IN THAT TOWV.

Peculiarities of a City Where Marriage and Birth Kver Decor. "I know a city in the United States of over 130,000 population where not one vote was cast for Grover Cleveland." "Where was that?" "In Washington." "I know a stranger placo than that. I have been to a town where there liad been no births or marriages in hundreds of years, yet people live there and die." The captain of the bark "Malta" crossed his legs, opened and shut the blade of a penknife with his thumb and finger and complacently chewed tcrtmcco. The "Malta" arrive! at New York from the Mediterranean last Friday, with figs and Egyptian onions. "Yes," said Capt. Baldwin, "we ran up the west shore of the iEgean Sea to Haggion Oros, meaning the Greek holy mountain. It is a grand pile of rocks, rising 6,200 feet straight out f the water, irom the end of a narrow p ninsula. What Giberaltar is to the Mediterranean, Haggion Oros is to the Dardanelles. This peninsula runs back from the mountain about 40 miles, grand coast and averiiges 6 mile wide. It is joined to the larger Chair cedonian peninsula by a narrow neck of sand. They told me there that Xerxes, the fellow who led a million of heathen soldiers, cut a canal through the sand at that point for his vessels to sail through. There is another mouiir tain on the peninsula Mt. Athos. We had an Ohio preacher and his dauglir ter, passengers from Alexandria, on board, and the preacher told us about the peninsula and town of Athos) " 'Before Christendom said he 'niduses used to live at Mt. Athos in holes in the ground. The solemnity inspired by the bare peak cf the mountain har monized well with their minds, bent en wild and mystic thoughts. So Mid he, 'after the new religion came the place got to be a popular resort for monks, who didn't want to live with tho rest of mankind; and Greek monks have been going to that peninsula ever since,until now,after 1,600 or 1,800 veare, they have formed an ecclesiastical selfgovernment. Under the Byzantine emperors the monks were under no secular control whatever, but now tlie Turkish government keeps a caimakftn there. He has no power, however. His duty is only to observe the monks. The caimakanha& two zapteiths, or soldiers, for a body-guard, but they represent the honor of the office mo:re than the power. The community h as its own police in. the shape of a squad of Albanians. The monks govern themselves by a council of representatives over which the proteros, or president, rules. He is called the First Man of Athos. The proteros can only be boss for three months at a time. He, then resigns to the next eminent citizen until the honor is shared by every man ip the council. "They wouldn't let the preacher's daughter laud. Xo woman is allowed on any pretense, whatever, to set foot in the territory. No female creature of any kind cow, she goat or mare, or animal capable of giving birth to :its kind is found there. Not even hena are permitted in Athos. So there have been no births, no raarrirges, no lovein akings nor scandals there. Just about as many Greek monks get sick of tie world and go to Athos as there are those who die. But what a sanctimonious funeral a monk must have there priests for mourners, hack drivers, pallbearers, grave-diggers, andlookers-otL.

The World's Seven Wonders. The hanging garden; at Babyl or were 75 feet high, built on seven tit rt of arches, one over the other. The tp was covered with earth, in which flowers and even large trees had teen planted. Water was supplied by aqueducts from the river Euphrates. The Pharos at Alexandria, erected by the architect Sostratus, under thereiapa of Ptolmy Pbilodelphus, B. C. 332, was the first lighthouse on record, and, according to Josephus, the light coulci be seen for fully forty English nxles Wood fires were used ins tead of lams. The Olympian Zeus, & statue of J upiter at Olympia, the work of Phtfius, 55 feet in height, was made of ivory aid gold. It represented the father of g;ods seated on a throne. The temple of Diana at Ephesus will be remembered by all Bible readers. It was 425 feet long, 225 feet broad, aid supported by 127 columns of Parian marble, each 60 feet high. The Colossus of Rhodes was an enormous brass statue of the sun gti, Apollo. It rested over the entrance of the harbor, all ships passing between its brazen legs. It was built 280 yecra bef vre Christ, and thrown down by n earthquake. The next one also shared the sitt&e fate. The Mausoleum was a mag-rufl-cent tomb, erected by Artemissia,. to bury her husband, Mausolus, King of Carta. It stood for many centuries, a&d its foundations could still be traced in 1856. The pyramids of Egypt are the nost wonderful of all the seven wonders, sad so well known that wo can in our Ixief spaco add nothing of interest. Author and Publisher A young author without a name lui with a meritorious manuscript will in the cose of a majority of publisliing houses receive in answer to his request to publish a proposition to do so pjovided tho author will forward from $EO0t to $500, according to th6 size of the txxk, the condition offered being that the publishing house will then put the book on the market and account to the tin thor for 75 per cent of the whole aide price of the book. Seme publishing houses will accept the $o00cheok ol the author and agree in consideration to return the same when the book reaoLes an edition, say of 2,000, after which a copy right or royalty will be allowed the author somewhat larger than if the author invested in the work. In either case the demand is that the author shall also become a publisher, using the regular publishing firms as agents. We know a miser who ne rer lets a silver dollar pose through his hands without trying U pluck the eale'a feathers.