Bloomington Telephone, Volume 11, Number 27, Bloomington, Monroe County, 11 November 1887 — Page 2

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Rarest of flowers that one may buy To-night luxurious shall lie, Amid the light loops of her lace lflir flower to fit bo fair a place. Thsir petals red shall aid to show Bow faint a flash hor cheeks do know; Snail make more vivid snowy charms Of slender throat and rounded arms E'en though It take my last rupee, Sfetblnka 'twere policy in me To risk my chance on this one throw r Jnd send tfLe rarest flowers that grow. For then her worldly friends will say I must be rich such bills to pay. Bub when the flowers the loved one reach, Her kindred all begin to preach : mK needy man to waste liko this Surely a fool and spendthrift is I" Bight fair the daughter looked that night, Aojfd the ball-room's varied light, B 'it o'er her bosom's lace there bent In flowers some wiser lover sent. IAS. THE MEM0RY0F A- PICTURE BT A. TJBBAIT EVERETTE, A tiny sione cottage, belonging to the Rooster estate, had been untenanted until about two years previous to the K sent date. Since that time it had n occupied by an elderly lady and a joung girL The door was standing open upon a lovely June evening, as old Henrich bustled about preparing a simple repast, while Camille, seated upon the threshold, worked at a fairy-like cobweb of lace, which was rapidly growing under her skillful lingers, A shadow fell upon the greensward, ad a form appeared before Camille so suddenly us to startle fcer into an exdamatiori which drew Henrich to the door, "What is it, my dear? Then, as

be caught sight of the intruder, she ftowned and looked at him reprovingly. But without waiting for the whole torrent of words which trembled upon her ready tongue, the stranger said, deprecatingly : "Pardon me if I frightened you by my approach. The young lady was so taken up with her work that she did not see me. Camille said, softly : "It is only my foolishness. An apology is unnecessary. I am ashamed to be so easily put in a tremor. I have traveled far and am weary. 3an you give me a draught of milk and morsel of bread, my gcod woman?" Henrich pointed down the road. "There is an inn," she answered, coldly. "We are two lone women, and , .have no accommodation for wayfarers. Camille said, en treatingly: "He looks "tired, dear aunt Surely you would not send him from our door hungry!" The woman's face softened at the ound of the gentle, pleading voice. "Be it as you wish, Camille. Come in and sit down," and she pushed forward a chair. The stranger seated himself with a rgrateful glance toward Camille. As Henrich sat at the table she filled a -crystal dish with hoaey still in the comb, so that with it, the oaten bread, and the milk and curds and loaf cake .formed quite a tempting display, cornspared to their usual fare. For they were poor, and depended upon Camille, earnings to eke out their scanty board. The cravings of hunger satisfied, their guest said hesitatingly, "I suppose it would be trespassing too much upon your kindness to ask for a night's shelter? A night's shelter under your roof would be quite a boon if you would he willing to give it to me. ' The surly refusal was checked upon Senrich's lips by an entreating glance rfrom tender-hearted Camille. "Let the weary man stay," she said, vpityingly. "I will give up my little : room to him right willingly. w 44 And where will my little kind heart t-aleep if she is turned out of her nest ?" masked Henrick. But the colloquy had reached the traveler's ears. "Not thus," he interrupted, "would I wish to put you to trouble Give me a blanket, and the floor shall be my couch. Fatigua makes the roughest of planks softer than down. Henrieh's permission for an utter stranger to thus invade the tiny cottage was not given without dire misgivings -of evil But stern and unyielding to .all others, she was as ductile as wax in CamiHe's hands, and so she yielded 4his point as she bad done the first. Tie night passed peacefully away, mnd in the morning, as their guest was making ready to depart, he drew forth gold piece and offered it to Henrich. But she put it aside with a haughty gesture. "Think you we will take payment for kindness?" she asked. '"What a strange man!" ejaculated Henrich, after she and Camille had watched him until he was out of sight "It is only the quality who bestow -gold in that free fashion, and he asked for shelter like a common beggar. He must be what people call eccen trie.'" Before Camille had time to reply, a handsome coach drew up before the door, and a message from Mrs. Horn for Camille to bring her lace cushion to he hall, as her niece was expected, and -she judged it would be a pleasure to ier to receive instruction in an art which was beginning to attract so ranch attention.

Camille had often been to the hall

before. Mrs, Horn's only son, Bob,

was away at tne university, ana since

the Squire's death, the grand old place

:had seemed so lonely to its mistress, that the sight of a young, light-hearted ffirl like Camille was a beam of sunshine across a murky sky.

Camille had heard of the young lady

who was to visit the hall, and knew

that sue was intended, for tne young

master's bride, though they had not as yet met, as Villa had been edu

cated in France and Bob in Germany.

Now when she found that Bob Horn

was also expected home, and that a true

love romance was to be enacted almost before her, Camille's heart thrilled with sympathy, and her great dark eyes formed a fashion of gazing out at every unusual sound, in anticipation of the coming of him who was to be its hero. Not so Villa. She was of a dark, striking kind of beauty; as imperious as a young princess, and as attractive as bright, sparkling conversational powers could make .her. But she had not a tinge of the tender,

romantic fancy which usually fills a

If she had a tendresse for her lover cousin, it was kept yrell out of sight and Mrs. Horn often found herself look from Villa to Camille, and half wish

ing tsome kind fairy would change their 1afi 'a rtnai'finna 4nf flam ill a

heart was filled with thoughts

of others, while Villa cared cnl y

for herself; and to one who had so lately stood on the brink of that dark river which had born away her

noble husband, upon its Lethean

stream, the artiticial and selfish

nature showed its false ring, and grated upon her newly awakened sensibilities, though outwardly she made no sign of

her disappointment to her young rela tive.

Bob knew of his mother's wishes

with resrard to Villa, although with

considerate delicacy the girl herself

had been kept m ignoraneo of thorn, lest by any chance the plan should not prove in accordance with the young heir's inclinations. In that case Villa would be spared any pangs of wounded pride. But the young man came homo with his romantic heart full of an image whirh he had drawn in fancy from his mother's description of her personal appearance. As he bounded up the steps and into the wide hall, just before the fountain, which showed its silvery spray in the center, he saw a young girl busily filling some large coral-tinted shells; with water-lilies. As she heard his footsteps she rose hurriedly, turning upon him a pair of dark, lustrous eyes, whose wistful look went straight to his heart; "Is this Villa?" he asked eagerly. "You will find Miss Villa with her aunt, in Mrs. Horn's boudoir. And blushing vividly at Bob look of

disappointment, Camille gathered up the remaining flowers and was soon out of sight. Although Bob soon learned that Camille was not of his own proud station, the first impression her bright, intelligent face made upon him did not wear away; and Camille often found his eyes fixed upon her with an expression in them which caused her heart to flutter with a feeling of pleasure and dismay ; for he, the destined lover of another, had no right to regard her thus. But at last came one intoxicating, bewildering moment of joy, such as a maiden knows but once in her life, when she learns that he, before whom all others sink into insignificance in her mind, loves her. For a brief interval she could not control herself sufficiently to answer Bob's passionate e.ppeal; then, with a gentle dignity, peculiarly her own, Canille stifled the impulsive response which rose from her heart to her lips, and said firmly, I thank you for the honor you would confer upon me, Mr. Horn, but I cannot be your wife. It is noble indeed for you to rise superior to all considerations of rank and wealth. But I am too grateful to your mother to do anything which would wound her through him she loves so dearly." Then, as a thought struck her, she raised her eyes to his face with a sudden question in them. "But your cousin know she of this change in your intentions ?M "Villa and I are good friends, and never will be united by a nearer tie,"

answered Bob, pleadingly ; "and so long as I am happy my mother will be satis

fied with any choice I make. She

knows I would not bo . attracted by ought but what is pure and true. Will you not think again before you give me an answer?"

It was hard to resist that handsome,

earnest, eloquent lover, but Camille

said firmly: "If all other obstacles

were eone. there st: ll remains one mv

own pride. I could not enter a family knowing myself considered an inferior, raised o:aly by the might of love to the place I occupied."

"I thought vou were a creature of

fire, and I find you, instead, as cold

and immovable las ice, was Bob s bitter reply.

The next moment he was crone, and

Camille was left, like one in a dream.

wish his passionate, reproachful words ringing in her ears. But she must be

strong for his sake, even though she suffered under such a cruel imputa-

tat ion.

u Cold and immovable as ice 1" How

the woi'ds repeated themselves again

and again in her brain!

In a few days the hall was again left

without the sound of young voices. Bob

had left to travel abroad, and Villa had

also gone away.

Trouble soon came to Camille in the

shape of the death of her faithful protector. Henrich. Mrs Horn, proved

herself a kind and sympathetic friend,

ard after the funeral, sent for Lamule to come to the hall, bringing with her

her small possessions.

One day she said to her : "was Henrich your only relative?" 'I know not, my lady," answered Camille; "but I hfi,ve come old letters,

written in a foreign language, which may explain, if anybody can read them. My aunt was always silent about family affairs, and so I am in absolute ignorance about myself." Mrs. Horn's interest was at once aroused. "Bring me the letter," she said ; "perhaps I can decipher them." They proved to be written in German, which was to Mrs. Horn as her mother tongue. The writer explained that he had chosen the German language for his communication (knowing that through all the civilized world it was generally understood and spoken among cultivated people;) so that whatever hands his little daughter should foil iato, she might in time learn her real parentage, as he was obliged bv stress of circum

stances over which he had no control to entrust her to a faithful servant Fans Bremmer to leave her with his sister Henrich Bremmer then living in Germany, until he could so settle his precarious fortunes as to reclaim her. The missive then went on to say that the child came of a noble Kuseian family and that her name was Camille Dr arise; and that he, her father, had been banished for political offense. After Mrs. Horn had read tie letter, she took up a yellow, time-worn package, and found it to contain the certifi

cate of marriage of Camille's parents and of her baptism. Then she tumeH, and taking Camilli in her arms, kissed her tenderly. "I have always been strangely draw towards you, my child, and now tha pocr, faithful Henrich is no more, voi must come to mo and fill tho place o the little daughter I laid away to real in her infancy. I will be your methei and you shall be ttie light of my lonelj heart." Thus tho girl's future took on a sudden, bewildering happiness. The onh cloud that rested, over her wa? tin thought that her loving old friend and protectress, Henrich, could not have lived to know of her good future. But after a time a cold fear began tc settle upon tho Horn hearth-3tono. Bob's letters ceased to come to his mother. At first his silence was attributed to defective postal arrangements; but after weary months dragged on, even Mrs. Horn's stout heart ceased to hope, and Bob was mourned .for as dead. In that dark hour Ca mille was all that kept hei benefactress's heart from breaking. But gradually, under the orphan girl's loving ministrations, the mourning mother again took up her burden oi life uncomplainingly until God's own food time should come to call hei ome. And at last her submission wae rewarded. A letter camo one dav bearing wonderful intelligence. The lost was found he whom they though! dead was alive ! Bob had been trampled under foot by runaway horses in the crowded streets of a continental city, and had been taken to the hospital. xfo address of any kind had been found upon his person; and when he came out of his insensible state, and the discovery waa made that his mind had received a shook which had apparently destroyed the action of his memory, there wa9 no clue to the finding of his friends. One of the physicians in attendance upon him made a specialty of the study of brain diseases. He took a great interest in the case, and had tried various experiments upon him. One of his pet theories was that the beautiful has a wonderful influence over an unbalanced mind, and ho often took Bob with him to visit various objects

which he thought might arrest his at

tention and please his fancy. Once they went to see a picture about which the world of connoisseurs waa

going into ecstasies, it was a simple

but powerful sketch of a young girl

seated in the door of a cottage, holding a lace-maker's cushion in her lap.

As Bob s eyes fell on it he put hi

hand to his head confusedly, as though trying to recall his scattered thoughts. Then the cloud rolled away from his

brain in a sudden tide of recollection.

"It is it is Camille !" he exclaimed. Then looking around and seeing

only strange faces, he shrank back.

"What does it mean?" he asked

"Where ami?"

"Among friends," was his guide'

quiet answer. "You have bean ill and are confused. But all will bo right soon."

Then, as in a dream, it all came back

that dreadful moment when those

powerful, trampling hoofs had felled him to the earth.

"My mother; does she know?" "She shall at once be written to as

soon as you can give me her address.

said the same calm, reassuring voice.

Thus Camille's kindness to the

stranger on that distant day in the past had been the means of bringing Bob again to his mother's fond arms.

As Henrich had shrewdly said, their

guest was eccentric." He always chose his subjects in humble life, and

went about among the people in the

way in which he had introduced himself into Camille's home, so a to be

come conversant with thoir daily mode of living before he immortalized them in his paintings.

He had been struck with Camille a

refined and uncommon beauty, and had.

chosen her for the heroins of the picture he was about to paint for a gentleman

who had already owned several of his

master pieces.

In accordance the purchaser had

left it on exhibition for a few weeks at

the room of a prominent art dealer so as to gratify the beauty-loving public.

Thus it had been the means of touching

the dormant chord of Bob's memory,

setting the whole intimate machinery of his mind, again in healthy motion.

It was a happy group which met together in Horn Hall a few weeks later. After Bob had greeted his mother, she drew Camille forward. "See, my son," she said; "here is a new claimant for your affection my adopted child, Camille." After one happy, surprisod look in the girl's downcast, blushing face, Bob drew her toward him tenderly. "Mother," he said, "I will give you an even dearer claim to this lady ii she will consent- I will make her my wife. It was for love of her that I went away. She would not listen to my suit, be-

cause oi some xooiisn scruples aoout

'blue blood'" "My son," said Ma. Horn, gently, "speak not so lightly of the advantage conferred by honorable birth. But Camille need not blush for her name. She comes of a fine old stock, though an unfortunate one. '

A BLAZIKti BEAR LN A TENT.

The Warm Reception Given loal'rowllng Grizzly ia California. One night a very interesting srame was in progress. Mark Farney held a king full against S niers's Hush, and N oisy Smith staid in with a bobtail l'raight and a placid smile, says an iY.spiuosa, Cal., correspondent of the Sow York Sun There was a double handful of beans on top of the oil can. Ah Suey had gone to sleep at the back of the tent, and was chopping wood in liis dreams. Just as Noisy Smith wa3 about to raise, Ah Suey sprang up with a veil and hounded out of the tent, upsetting tho oil-can, and two of the players en route. Arguello looked up ia angor, and drew his revolvor to take a shot at the iloeir.g Chinaman, but t-hunged his mind when he saw the head of a grizzly poked through the rear flap of the tent. Tho bear was surveying the sceoe with evident astonishment and some interest. Arguello's anger was diverted toward tho bear. "Ah! you break up such a pot as that!" he cried. "Carajo!" And he blazed away at the shaggy head. There was a howl, a charge, and a rush of tho players out of the tent. They did not wait to seize their guns. The bear knocked down a tent-pole at one end and Farney carried away the other as ho plunged out headlong. The tent camo down on tho boar and enveloped him. For an instant thero was a young earthquake under the canvas. Then it became a volcanic disturbance. The lamp exploded and set fire to the whole mass. The plug must have been knocked out of the big oilcan by the bear's vigorous antics. All the oil was ablaze in an instant, and tent, blankets, and bear were enveloped in ilames. Arguello, Smith, and Farney happened to have their revolvers on them, and they stood around and added to the bear's discomfort by plugging bullets into him. Squiers had no pistol, and prudently got up into a tall tree and yelled "Fire!" Ah Suey had crawled into a hollow log and kept verv still. The bear wailed and yelled with pain and rage, and rolled over in the burning canvas. It was not much more than half a minute before he broke out of the mass with a howl and rushed blindly about, striking furiously at trees and everything in his way. Pieces of the tent clung to him, and he tore them off with his claws and teeth and sent blazing fragments flying in ail directions. His shaggy hair had become saturated with oil here and there, and was blazing and snapping merrily in patches. His fury was somewhat frightful, and his general aspect decidedly demoniac. At first ho did not see any of the party, but in one of his mad whins he caught sight of Smith, who had just fired at him. The bear charged on Smith, who turned and ran like a deer, with the blazing bear i l literally hot porsuit. Smith did not notice the direction he took until in half a dozen jumps, he saw the bank of the creek before him. There was no time to turn. He put all his energy into his legs and leaped as far into the stream as he could, falling feet foremost with a "chug," The illuminated bear followed, falling with a prodigious splaeh and a distinct sizzle. Then Noisy Smith dived under water, turned up stream, and swam silently back to the bank from which he had leaped. The bear drifted down-stream and swam to the opposite bank, Farney and Arguello peppering at him with their revolvers. He reached the other side and disappeared in the chaparal wailing and moaning with pain, and that was the last seen of him.

Insulting. Many years ago there lived in Nashville, Tenn., an old negro, who gave himself the nickname of State's Attorney. At one time he paid diligent attentions to a mulatto woman named Nicey. Suddenly he withdrew his attentions, and, when some one asked the cause, ho replied: "Yere is de whole subjick and 'clu Bions spread right out. T'uther right I wuz comin' frum church wid Nicoy,; It was rainin' hard, but I had my rum berreiler an' my merlantun. Wile we wuz walkin long, Nicey she says: "Look yore, States, w'y'nt ver talk proper?" "I let dawn my rnmberreller an1 blowed out my merlantun, an' says: Now, daim yer, you walk proper!9 an1 l ief her right dar. Huh, come or joggin' my mine erbout talkin' proper! 1 ain't been back dar sense, an' I donn know w'under she got home all right er not, an' 1 doan kore r daim. Talk proper ! Dat lady is insultm ez ei whtte aaMun'Arka?iHaw Trawler

In Maracaibo, Venezuela. Twenty-five miles from a ten-foot bar at the lake entrance, a city of 35,000 inhabitants stretches its red-tiled roofs and many spires backward from the water. Situated at a sharp angle of shore, the city extends north and west for about a mile in each direction, with no trees except a few cocoa palms and the ones growing in the plaza in front of government house. It is essentially a tropical town, yet not always, and certainly not iu early spring, subject to tropical heat. Frori tho northward sea there came a stea ly cool breeze all day and night that kept my thermometer down to an average of 70 degrees F. while t he turn was shining, and made nights cool enough for a blanket Yet over those shudeless streets there poured a steady stream of fierce glaring sunlight that piorced into every nook and threw shadows upon pavements almost as black as those beneath electric lights. When I wondered at the coolness, so different from the inferno that had been pictured, one of my friends said that it was exceptional that usually the weather was much warmer, and that in the oummer the heat was steadily above 90 degrees. Going ashore early, before sunrise, our first visit was made to the market-place, to soe what Maracaibans live upon. A better and cheaper market would be hard to find. Excellent beef, goat, pork, and fowls averaged 10 cents a pound, and all varieties of tropical fruits abounded at corresponding prices. Tied together in bunches were weat green lizards, two or three feet long, with brown warts all over them, and Viious black beads of eyes- They snapped at us like dogs as we passed, and when teased with a stick, clung to it like bull terriers. These were iguanas, whose delicious white flesh is eagerly eaten by all classes. It tastes like chicken, but it is more delioato. Of course, considerable hunger would be needed to make them appetizing to a stranger who should recognize them in a stew. Farther on, an animal with head and tail like a rat, fret liko an alligator, and a coat-of -mail like an iron clad man-of-war, was tied to a post. Upon receiving a poke it rolled itnelf promptly into a ball, head and all being :piite covered by its plates, and thus defied further attack. This was an armadillo, also a tidbit when properly stewed or roasted. About Thaddeous Stevens. 'When Keitt, of South Carcdina, was once eulogizing the institution of slavery, and talking about a pious deacon on his own plantation, Tbad Stevens grimly inquired what the price of dea?ott was in the Orangeburg district of South Carolina, and whether a negro would bring any more on the auction block because he was a deacon?

When the invading rebels burned his iron foundry neai Gettysburg, during their raid into Pennsylvania, he expressed regret that Lee did not order

the burning of his liabilities at the same time. And the ruling passion was strong in death, for when his doctor said ono day during his last sickness: "Mr. Stevens, I think your appearance is better to-day !" old Thad dryly ; responded : "It isn't my appearance i that troubles me, doctor, but my dis-

appearance. Good Living in Holland. Peoplo generally ask as to another

! country: "What, sort of food did you

have f ell, to choose out the most j genuinely Dutch dishes, save a writer ; in the English Illustrated Magazine,

we had, perhaps, potato puree, or bouillon, liavored with chervil, and containing balls of veal force meat. The fish might be soles or plaice, but, to give me kindly a more national delicacy, we had water bass from the canals sometimes. These are about the size of our troiv;, and are served up, half a dozen oi so, in a deep dish, swimming in the waf er they are boiled in, flavored with "flat-leaved parsley." (The English Dime for this plant I cannot say, it being strange to me, but my cousin Hugo declared it unknown to us.) Water buss are eaten with thin sandwiches of rye bread; but without the latter, and the bread and butter only, I thought them excellent Another night we had a jack, done Dutch fashion. When boiled, ail the small bones werct removed aad the fish chopped up and mixed with butter, pepper, onions, and savory herbs. Then, rolled back into fish-like shape, the jack is browned, bread-crumbed, and eaten always with silad. It was really very good. Next came, generally, roast or stewed veal, or beef, mutton being so poor it is rarely eaten. For vegetables, invariably potatoes, excellently cooked, with butter, and, besides these, wo likewise use boiled endives and bread-crumbed cabbage. Partridges followed, sometimes an choux, or other game. Wild ducks were plentiful, and some neighbors had just had an early dawn's sport out in the dunes, get ting ninety-four birds to four guns. !Not so bad, but still not very good," said the irrepressible. Of sweets and savories I need give no hints, because they were mostly of French origin. Dessert over, both ladies and gentlemen returned together to the drawing-:room for coffee, which is drank in the smallest and most precious handleless, old blue china. Such a set with us would be behind a glass case. Then come liquors cognac and anisseed, the latter being a favorite. The gentlemen went out this warm evening to smoke their cigaTettes on the terrace fcr a little while. Then they dropped in again to the cheery, antique room for chat and tea. The mahogany peat bucket and its kettle had been placed by the footman, as usual, beside tha table, and very old Chinese little tei-cups, almost as valuable as tho blue porcelain, were ranged on a wooden tray truly Dutch Left-Handed Writers. "It looks like copperplate, n remarked a prominent teacher of penmanship to a New York Mail and Express reporter, as ho exhibited a handsome specimen of chirography from among the many speciriens in his large collection. "It couldn't have been written very rapidly," suggested the reporter. It was, though as rapidly as the writer could make his fingers tnove." "Probably ho is a professional penman; book-keeper or teacher, likely." "Neither, and he only learned to write four years ago. He was a soldier. During the war he lost his right arm. After the war he liecame a traveling salesman. Fivo years ago he lost a leg in a railroad accident, and then took np penmanship. Be iiad to learn it all over again. But by perseverance yon ee how much he has accomplished. He is the secretary of a mining company down town, and draws $10,000 a year salary. One odd thing about this is that he nevar was a good penman when he had both arms. But in learning to use his left hand he acquired the art of making all of his characters plainly. He msde them slowly at first, and now he can't write badly, no matter how rapidly he works. He can do something more rapidly than that. "What can that be?" "He is an expert and rapid shorthand writer." "Are there many like him ? "I don't know of any equally expert, but I do know a large number of men who have lost their right arms and learned to write very rapidly with their left hands." "Did yon ever koow of a man's learning to use both hands equally well?" "There are a i:ew instances on record. I heard of a man once who not only wrote with both hands, but wrote with them at the same time and a diilerent sentence with each hand. He was the wonder of the profession, but he was more of a freak than anything else. Ambidexterity is a great accomplishment, but such experiences as that are not valuable, save as curiosities. w American Geography. "What is the way that leadeth to destruction?" asksd the teacher. "Broadway," replied Rollo, who had visited New "3'ork with his Uncle George. "Ye-eo, or, possibly, Brads treeVs," replied the teacher. "What is the way to war?" "Lougstrcet. "Yes, or it used to be. What is the road to Kansas f "Jim Lane." "That is the old road, yes; and what is the shortest cut to the War Department?" "Endicott. "What are the natural f eatuicM oi New York and IVIaine?" "Hill and Blaine. n "Anything else about New York?" "Field and Flower," liurdette

Thb novel riethod devbed by an Italian engineer of trying Meam boilers with sugar ass. preventive of incrustation hati been further tivperiniented with, the results proving quite satisfactory.

POPUIAJt SCIEKCE. A Berlin company offers electricity for boiling water, and other heating: purposes, as well as for lighting. Wbought-iron expands and contracts with a force of about 200 pounds per square inch for each degree Fahrenheit The Argentine Republic is soon to have a weather bureau equipped with forty-five observatories in different parts of the country. A sanitary engineer suggests the importance of building on streets running northwest and southeast, or northeast and southwest. Sunshine in all rooms at some time in the day can thus be insured, with a great gain in healthfulness. At least 10,000 humming-birds are now embraced in the collection in the British Museum. The finest collection on this side of tho Atlantic, containing about 2,000 specimens, has been presented by Mr. I). a. Elliot to the American Museum of Natural History in New York. Flour is like butter, it absorbs smells readily. It should not be kept in a place where there are onions, fish, decaying vegetables or other odorous nubstances, or in a damp room or oellar. Keep it in a cool, dry, airy room, not exposed to a freezing temperature, or to one above seventy degrees, and always sift before using. Though electrical storage batte ries have attracted attention only within the past seven years, the discovery oi the principle is as old as the century, Gautherot having first noticed in 1801 that platinum or silver wires gave off a current after being disconnected from voltaio battery with which they had been used for decomposing saline waer. The firBt secondary cell of Flante wa made in I860. Cotton, according to a scientific authority, is not a fiber, but a plant hair. It holds to be spun into a thread because of a peculiar twist in each hair, shown under the microscope, especially in polarized light. Linen thread may be spun, because the flax fibers have certain roughness on their surfaces, which enable them to cling together. Hence it is impossible to make as fine linen as cotton cloth, but it is much stronger. M. Alphonse de Candolle believes he has established as certain, by his researches into the heredity of the color of the eyes, the facts that women have a larger proportion of brown eyes than men; that where both parents have eyes of the same color the chances are eighty-eight to twelve that the children will have, at ten years of age, eyea of the same color; and that where the parents have eyes of different colors the chances are fifty-fire to forty-five in favor of brown as against blue or gray for the children. He also thinks it probable that persons of the brown type are more likely to be healthy than the blonde. Prof. Delpino, who as early as the year 1873 announced the idea that most extra-floral neetar-glauds in plant:) are useful to the plants that bear thera, by attracting a body-guard of ants, has now published the first part of an elaborate memoir on the topic. The number of species recorded as having extranuptial glands is much larger than would have been expected. This term "extra-nuptial" is coined to distinguish the glands under consideration from extra-floral glands, which, no less than those in the flower, are subservient to pollination. The service performed by the ants so attracted and fed is the keeping-off of caterpillars and other insects which prey upon the foliage young fruits, etc. Lifelong Disappointment, Even if one acquiesces in the loss of liberty the deprivation is always a sad one. A visitor at th Convent of Torgia, in Italy, describes the disappointed longing of one of its inmates, an aged woman, who had been brought up in a convent, and, when her education was complete, at the request of her friends no dowry, and therefore no husband, having been found had taken the veil. She could not remember having walked in a street in all her life, and with this fact was connected her greatest earthly disappointment. Some three years before I met her she had been sent from Dijon to this convent at Turgia. The journey occupied about forty hours, and she was joyfully animated by the hope of just once traversing the stree ts on foot But alas for the frailty of human hopeB 1 The lady superior, knowing nothing of this secret longing, and deciding that a woman of more tban 80 years of age would be glad to drive, sent a close carriage to meet her at the railway station There were tears in the poor old woman's eyes as she said to me: "And now I shall never walk in a street! Youth's Companion. Mexican Wax Matches. Those small wax matches which cigar smokers use, and which are put up in fancy boxes, come from Mexico. There is one factory in this country, bnt the agent informed rue that he had the greatest difficulty ia getting dealers to take them. Ve import tUem from. Mexico, and yet are able to sell them at three boxes for a nickel, after pay -ing heavy duty. There are fifty in a box. Yon vill notice what care must be taken in preparing tbem. They are molded something after the style I have seen my mother use in making candles. There is a wiek and tallow, and a colored mixture of ph sphoroe to ignite. The boxes are neatly oca structed, consisting of two cases held together by a piece of rubber. They contain colored pictures on all sides. In Mexico they sell for i cent a box, so yon see, to t&ake a profit the taannfact nrer must have very cheap labor. They have no great machinerr, as iu this country, yet their trade seems to thrive. These matches are the ones commonly in use in Mexico. After paying duty on our matches we cannot cou pete with them. Thqf are not in general use here, out are favorites with smoker SL Louis tlabeI3 moeraU Fooxomv is tho parent of inteTity, of liberty, and of esse and the bean teous sister of temperance, of h earful aw, and health. Dr. JoAntoiu