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trr ANl) DOW?, Kt .aXC1S S. SMITH. WeYe up to-flny on fortune's hill And free f nun everv sorrow. But in the wheel of good and ill All may be changed to-morrow. We're up" and down ns time flies on Now ease, now hardest labor No millionaire can safely frowu Upon his lowly neighbor. Riches take wings the :nan of wealth May meet with sudden losses, While be whose only stcre is health May ride behin I hia horses. Then do not slight the toiling poor, For labor ne'er disgraces. And though your fortune seems secure Some day you may change places, God help us all we're poor at beat Dependent on each other Though crowned with ease or sore distressed Weak man is still mar 's brother. Then when on fortune's top we stand, No ill our state attending, Let us extend a helping hand To those about descending. New York Weekly.

THE TWO ETHELS, OR A Husband's Mistake.

BY JEFFEE FOR1SUSH-HANAFORIX "And this is the end, the bitter end of all my happiness ! With a groan Harold Carrolton rested his head on his hands, and turned his attention to a few scraps of paper he held in his trembling lingers. Yes, it was unmistakably . his wife's writing, and read thas: Dearest Fkank: I am unhappy, I know now I never loved my husband. Ho is kind to me, but our tastes differ. He doe9 not eare for amusements outside of-home, and you can imagine how unspeakably lonesome it is to me here. If I do insist on going anywhere I always wish in the ?nd that I had remained at home. In fact, dear Frank, I never . Here the note came to an abrupt end, the rest being torn off. "Dear Frank," repeated Harold to himself, "who can he be? And she never loved me. Probably she has loved and does love this man. Oh, would to Heaven I had never seen her. She has wrecked my happiness and broken up my home." Stooping, he gathered up the few re xnaining scraps of paper, but read only broken sentences. Poor Harold ! Only two short years of married life two years of pure happiness with the woman he adored, and now this cruel awakening. It seemed more than he could bear. Two years ago, at the age of five and thirty. Harold Carrolton had won the love of pretty Ethel Clifton and mar

ried her.. Ethel, at the time of her marriage, was only 19, a pretty, dark-eyed brunette. She lovel her husband with all the strength of her young, pure heart, and their married life had been an uncommonly happy one. Harrold thought cf all this as he sat gazing at the fatal scraps of paper that had dashed his cup of happiness to the ground. Could it be ossible his little Ethel was tired of him? "Heaven forbid," he murmured, as he folded the scrap of paper and placed it carefully away in his pocket-book, at the same time forming a resolution to wait and watch his wife closely, and, if such was the case, to give her her freedom and go away forever. Where was Ethel all this time? Harold had come home earlier than usual and gone directly to their room, imagining to himself her glad look of surprise and joyful exclamation at finding him home so early ; but the room was empty, and instead of finding Ethel seated in her little low rocker, sewing on some dainty piece of work, he discover the piece of paper that seemed destined to ruin ail his happiness. Walking over to the window, he stood looking in a disinterested manner down the street, when all of a sudden he gave a .start of surprise. Nearly two blocks away he beheld Ethel, and she was not alone. At her side walked a tall gentleman. After lingering a few minutes at the corner they parted, the tall gentleman lifting his hat with courtly grace; then Ethel came tripping on towards home. In her iand she held a letter, and as she entered the gate she glanced up. On beholding her husband she hastily slipped the letter into her pocket and entered the house. Bunning up the steps leading to their room, she threw open the door, "Oh, Harold, I am so glad you came home early. How long have you been here?" Tossing off her wraps, she seated herself beside him, and, affectionately laying her head against his shoulder, held up her lips for a kiss. Snatching her to his heart, Harold - kissed again and agaia the sweet lips. He would not give her up. his own little wife. Then thoughts of the letter came to him, and "Dearest Frank," written in letters of fire, seemed dancing before his eyes. "Ethel, who was the gentleman I saw you part with a few minutes ago at the

corner? A deep blush suffused the peach-like cheek as Ethel answered: "That was Mr. Shefland; you remember him, Harold, dear. He just came from Dentville, and I was so pleased to hear directly from home." Yes, Harold remembered, and a look of pain swept over his face. "Frank Shefland, do yom :nean, Ethel?" he asked, watching her closely. "Yes, Harold. I thought yorr. would remember him ; he was at our house a great deal." Harold said no more. He could not. This, then, was the man his wife loved; this man had usurped his place in his wife's affections. Presently he asked: "Did you get any letters for me at the office?" " No, dear; I did not stop at the office," replied Ethel. Harold watched her closely. How pure and innocent she looked, and yet she had deceived him, and was deceiving him now; for did he not see her slip a letter into her pocket on catching a glimpse of his face at the window, and now she was silent on the suuject? Why should she receive letters ti e nature of which compelled her to keep them a secret from her husband? Time passed on. Harold Carrolton was the most miserable man in existence. Ethel was the same devoted Little wife, always anxious for his comfoit. mad seemingly all a man could desire.

j Harold still treasured the little scrap of

paper and determined not to judge hastily in a matter of so much importance. Perhaps it was all a mistake, lie reasoned. Oh, how he longed to show it to Ethel and seek an explanation, but he felt that he could not. Being naturally of a very jealous temperament, he had all he could do to control himself; but he loved his wife with all the devotion of his mature Years, and fullv realized how desolate life would be without her. She was young, and perhaps he had not taken her around in society as much as he should have done. She had, it is true, always appeared to prefer being at home with him. and they had gradually given up attending parties and places of amusements. When he thought it all over, he felt that he had acted selfishly in allowing her to remain so much at home, but his business had bothered him considerably of late, and he felt that until affairs took a better turn he must economize. He would make an exception however, of this evening he would take Ethel to the opera. "Harold, dear" it was Ethel's voice that broke silence "what is the matter with you? Are you sick?" The soft arms were around his neck, and Ethel's sweet brown eyes were looking anxiously into his. Harold made an effort to arouse himself, and, brushing back the soft, dark curls from her face, he said : "How would my little Ethel like to go to the opera this evening? A glad light came into the dark brown eves. "You are very kind, Harold, dear, out I am happier here with you in our corsy little home, and when you can spare an evening away from your business, I had rather spend it quietly at home with you." Harold gave a sigh of relief. "Bless you for those words, my darling. The iact is, Ethel, my business has bothered me considerable, of late,

and I am afraid I have rather neglected you, but things will be different as soon

as my affairs are settled, lou believe I love you, don't you, Ethel? I love you more fondly than the day we were married, and if I should ever lose your love I " Ethel's little soft, white hand pressed tightly over his lips. "Harold, please don't talk so, you know I love vou. It breaks mv heart to hear you doubt my love." Harold's hand found its way into his pocket, where the scrap of paper ho had picked up in his wife's room lay ; but it

remained there. Had he obeyea the impulse, and told her all, how much sorrow would have been averted, bat he was still determined to wait. The "green eyed monster" had taken possession of Harold. He was utterly miserable, and could not interest himsely in his business. Frank Shefland was in town quite often, and always made it a point to call and spend an evening. Harold imagined Ethel seemed very mysterious about something, and she did considerable writing she noticed. One evening, on coming home unexpectedly, he found her seated ai her little desk writing. She was so busily engaged in her work that she did not notice her husband until he stood ii the door; then she hastily sprang up, pushed her papers into her desk and came up to him for her accustomed kiss of welcome. Harold

carelessly asked: "Writing to your mother, Ethel"" Was it all his imagination, or did the pink cheek pale under his gaze, as Ethel quickly replied: "Oh, no! I wasn't writiag-to mother, Harold: I was only scribbling." "Only scribbling," echoed Harold under his breath, but he said no more. At length business called Harold to New York, and it was with a heavy heart he left home. Ethel stood in the door-way to see him off. How pretty she looked. How he longed to take her with him; but that was impossible. One thing worried him; she had not even asked him to take her, had not expressd a desire to go; Arriving at the depot, the first person he met was Frank Shetland. "Hello! Carrolton; whither away so fast? How are all the folks?" After this salutation Harold was obliged to stop. He always avoided Shefland as much as possible, but just now it was impossible, and as he glanced up he wondered that he had never noticed before what an extremely handsome man Frank Shefland was just the man for a woman to fall in love with. "I say, what is the matter, Carrolton? Where are you bound for in such haste?" repeated Frank. "I am going to New York on business," shortly replied Harold. " Sorry to hear it; I was just going over to your house. I suppose your wife is well ? How long do you expect to be absent?" Poor Harold! The mention of his wife's name completely unnerved him, and could he have delayed his trip he most certainl v would have done

so. "Excuse me, Shefland," he replied. "I think it is about time for my train," and hurried away. After Harold's departure Ethel flew around setting things to rights, and seemingly very much pleased at something. At last, stopping in front of the mirror, she brushed her curls back from her eyes and said aloud: "Oh! he will be so surprised." Glancing from the window, she beheld Frank Shefland corning in at the gate. "Oh! here comes Frank. What a temptation to tell him part of my sncret, which concerns him so much, but I

promised I wouldn't, so mum is the word.' Frank Shefland made a very short call, but at Ethel's earnest request promised to take tea with her that evening. A few hours later, on the 5 o clock train, came Ethel Valentine, Harold's cousin. The two Ethel's had keen fast friends during their school days, and never had there been a happier meeting. "Where is Cousin Harold? questioned Ethel, as soon a3 she was free from ier wraps, "Dees he expect me?

or did vou keep it a profound secret, as; you promised you would?" "Harold went to New York this very

morning, expiameu xuiei. no will

be gone several days. It was very unexpected. Business mat ters called him away, and Ethel, dear, I did keep from telling him ; but I never will promise to keep anything from Harold again. I am sorry I ever commenced that other affair and kept it a secret, but I thought it would be nice to surprise him. I am beginning to repent already, and have almost made up my mind to tell him." "Ethel, you always was a conscientious little thing, and consequently I nm not surprised at you now. But there is nothing wrong in what you are doing, and it will turn out splendidly. Harold will be both surprised and proud of you, dear. But tell mo about Frank ; I have been here fully fifteen minutes and not a word have I heard of him. "Forgive me, Ethel, and I'll explain. Frank has promised to come to tea; so, as it is nearly time, I'll run down and speak to the cook while you beautify yourself for the occasion." ''Very well," said Ethel with a merry laugh, "won't he be surprised to find me here ?" Later in the evening Frank canie, and his surprise can be better imagined than described." Frank Shefland and Ethel Valentine had been engaged for some time past, nevertheless Ethel had planned her visit to her cousin, Ethel Carrolton, and kept it a secret to surprise iiiin. That evening, after tea was over, Frank and his beloyed strolled out into the garden together. As they passed through the hall Frank caught up a shawl that was thrown carelessly over a chair and folded it carefully around Ethel. Strolling up and down the garden path, under the pale moonlight, they enjoyed themselves as all lovers do, whispering sweet nothings that are

ever dear and interesting Along the road, with a firm, quick tread came the silent figure of a man. As he reached the gate he paused and looked carefully around him. Through the trees he could

j plainly 6ee our lovers, Frank's arm

was around Ethel's waist, and both small hands were clasped in his. The silent figure of the man stood motionless, his breath came hard between his clenched teeth, and he seemed, to all outward appearances, carved in stone. Presently voices floated on the still evening air. "Ethel my darling, I can wait no longer. When can I claim you for my own?" Then the man at the gate startled into life, and eagerly leaned forward to catch, if possible, the reply; but the lover's strolled on out of hearing. The man groaned aloud, and as he lifted his pale, haggard face, he revealed the familiar countenance of Harold Carrolton. "O, Heaven! it is true then. That

was Shetland's voice, and Ethel is false tome!" He started toward the house, almost blinded by hot tears, he opened the hall door and walked as in a dream, up to their room. Pushing open the door he stood transfixed upon the threshold. Had he gone mad? Could he believe the evidence of his own eyes? There, in her dainty light blue wrapper, ly Etjiel his Ethl-fast asleep. The book he had given her that very morning had fallen from her hand and lay on the carpet. Harold sprang forward, knelt at her side and passionately kissed the sweet young face. Ethel started up with a faint scream. "Oh, Harold! rnv husband! I am 7 tf so glad yon are back again, lias anything hapiened?" Harold pressed her agai n to his breast. "Oh, Ethel, my pure darling, forgive me for ever doubting you !" "Please explain, Harold. I do 'not understand." Then followed an explanation on Harold's part. On reaching the depot, after leaving Frank Shetland in such desperate haste, ho met Lawyer Brayton, who informed him ther wa no immediate haste in his going co New York, and that perhaps the affair rov.kl be managed without his presence. At any rate it was not necessary for him to go until the following week. Glad of a chance to remain, Harold determined to wait until evening, then returned home, which he did do, and we know what followed. "Ethel, dear, there is a mystery here that I cannot understand. When I came home to-night I saw Frank Shefland and some one Heaven forgive me for thinking that some one was you walking in the garden, and " "Oh Harold," interrupted Ethel, "in my excitement on awakening, a?id finding you here, I entirely forgot Cousin Ethel Valentine was here; she came this evening, and it was her you saw walking in the garden with Frank. And now I will i;ell you a secret, Frank and Ethel are engaged." "Will you forgive me, my sweet little wife? I heard him call her 'Ethel aud I also recognized the shawl around her shoulders as one belonging to you. But one thing more, Ethel," eontinfVd Harold, his face resuming the anxious expression, "Can you explain the meaning of this?'' taking from his pocket the scrap of paper and putting it into her hand. Ethel glanced at it, avid, covering her face wit h her hands, sat perfectly quiet. Then she glanced up, "Oh Harold, 1 did so want to surprise you!" the sweet lips quivered. "Wanted to surprise - me?" echoed Harold. "Ethel, for Heaven's sake, what d : you mean ?" "Just this. Harold. Ever since I was a child I have written stories aud short sketches, and not long ago I determined to send one to the editor

of a weekly paper and see it' it would merit acceptance. To my unbounded

delight it was accepted and the editor sent me a cheek for it. That letter I had in my hand the day I met Frank, and on returning found you here. V hen you asked if there were any letters for vou I came near telling you, but " "Why darling, every tiling i3 explained now," interruped Harold. "Hear the rest, Harold, please. w resumed Ethel. "I wanted to keep it a secret, and, with the money I received,

surprise you wrth a present en your birthday. This little piece of paper is part of my last story, whit hi must have drojvped accidentally. You shall rcz the story, then you will understand." "Ethel, you are an angel, and I am tho happiest man on earth." Scarcely had he finished speaking ere thcro Mas a light rap cn the door, and Ethel Valentine's bright, laughing face peeped in. "Why, Cousin Harold, vou here? I

I thought yon were in New York. Aren't

you surprised to see me?" Harold and his wife kept their little secret to themselves, and neither Frank nor Ethel ever know how much misery they unconsciously caused Harold to sutler; but of one thine? we may rest assured Harold never again doubted his wife's love, and the remainder of their life was spent in peaceful happiness.

rated his clothing with kerosene so it would be easily ignited from the combustibles in the tub. He turned on the

Color Blindness.

The examination of railroad employes for color blindness is an innovation in the business. Since public attention has been attracted to this peculiar affliction it has been found to be widespread, and it is believed serious railroad accidents have been caused by engineers or switchmen being unable to distinguish the colors of signals. The examinations of the railroadmen are not conducted with the particularity which is used in testing the eyes of school children. There is no comparing of shades of color which almost blend into each other. The onlv colors which the railway employe must know are red, green, black, and white; but there must be no uncertainty about these. The signals which he must use are of these colors, and beyond them the railroad company does not press its investigations. It has been shown by practical experience that a man will sometimes lose the power of distinguish

ing these colors temporarily. If he can have rest and change in the use of his eyes for a time he will recover and often never bo troubled again. The; causes of this disease, for disease it is, are not thoroughly understood, but it seems certain that exposure, overworking the eyes and the glare of gaslight contributes to it. Kail way companios are inclined to be lenient with men thus afflicted, and usually allow them a vacation and give them a second trial afterwards before discharging them. It is recognized as a complaint for which they are in nowise responsible. If a secon d trial, however, shows the disease still present, it is not safe to retain the men in positions where a correct reading of signals is necessary to the protection ot life and property. Indianapolis News, Perils of Cheap Candy.. Candy shops spring up almost as rap idly as drinking saloons in our cities, every cross-roads country stores has its jar of stony or crumbly "sweeties," as our English cousins name them; th boy who supplies passengers on outgo iug and incoming trains with the daily papers, without which the patriot mind can not enter upon the day's action oi the night's rest, deafens us on nlternatc rounds with laudation of " broken candy," and, lest some weary travelei might escape temptation, the new stauds in every station- protrude a sis recommendation to 'drop a nickel ir the slot and receive a package of de licious bon-bons!"' Dr. Edscn enumerates among th substances added for increasing th weight of candy ''terra alba, kaolin, (decomposed feldspar), whitLir, starch and ground quartz." Among the coloring substances used to make our candi pleasant to the eye he gives arsenic, shromium, and lead. Adulterations foi flavor are mauaged by help of a distillation of "rancid butter, wood r.lcohol. and oil of vitriol" into "essence of pineapple; also by fusel oil and prassic acid' while "a very fragrant, fruity essence may be made of rctten cheese by treating it with oil of vitriol anc birchromate of potash. Much of tin cheap chocolate sold at corner candj stores is mixed with clav, colored witi burnt umber. Collier's Once a JVeek

Nothing if Xot Iolite A balloon which went up front a cir cua near Montgomery several years age sailed away eight or ten miles and cam down in a field where some negroes were plowing. Terrified at the spectacle of a chariot coming down from Heaven, they verily believed that the last day had come, and remembering all their shortcomings tied away :n terroz at th approach of the awful judge. One grayheaded and rheumatic old negro was unable to get away. He could follow the plow, but could not run, and the chariot came down upon him with terrible swiftness. In that awful moment his whole life rushed upon him, he thought of all the petty sins he had committed, and the ghosts of a hundred chickens seemed to rise up in judgment against him. But in that desperate emergency his mind did not desert him, and remembering that politeness always counted with his earthly master, he quickly decided to greet the great Lord of Heaven and earth in becoming style. As the ieronaut touched the earth and began to untangle himself a:roni the meshes about his car, the old darkey, with an air of profound beisanee, removed the wool hat from his shiny pate, bowed low and said with pious unction : "'Mornin', Mars Jesus, how you lef your paV" Atlanta Constitution, It Hud to tome Out. "Were you ever engaged in a train robbery?" asked the prosecuting attorney, looking at him keenly. "I was never indicted for .ruin-robbing," answered the witness evasively. "That is not the question." said the lawyer. "I will ask you ugain. "Were you ever a train-robber?"

"Judge," said the witness, turning imploringly to the dignitary on the bench, "must I answer that question?" "You must," answered tho Judge. "And remember you are under oath." The witness turned pale and his knees knocked together. "I suppose it's got to como out. I sold books and bananas on the cars for a whole year when L was a young follow," faltered the iniMrablo man. Chicego Tribune

Ho was Keirne(I. Oliver Wendell Holmes tells, in one of his poems, of au Eastern criminal

whe was beheaded so neatly that he did ! water as he wrote a letter, and when tbo not knew his head was out off until he ; roP h was hinging by would be sneezed, when his head fell from his ! burned through ho would fall into the

shoulders and went bounding upon the floor. The Oriental executioner who did such a fine job in this case should have given lesbons to the executioner described below by the Now York Sun: There was only one man waiting execution at Fort Smith when I visited the post, and he was only one of the ordinary run of white men in tho Indian Territory. The hangman rather wanted to show him off, and so we paid a visit to the guardhouse. Upon entering it the executioner said : "Pete, here is a decent white man come to see you. Do your purtiest, now, to entertain him. You've got two more days to live, and I hope you'll try and work into decent society as much as possible." "I'm sure I'm glad to see him," responded Pete, as he came forward and shook hands. "That's good. A born gentleman couldn't have said them words better. If I could only keep you six weeks, Pete, you wouldn't know yourself, and you'd do me proud. But I can't. I've got to hang you day after to-morrow." "Well, I'm ready." "That's good, aud just what I expected of you, I've used you white, and I naturally expect the same in return. If there's any one thing that riles me above another it's to have a man go back on me at tho last end. Did you see me hang Cherokee Jack, Pete?" "Yes." "I made a bangle of it, because he kicked at the last. Why, sir, (turning to me), he held up until the very last hour, deluding me with promises, and then went dead back on me. Think of his refusing to be hung after everything was ship-shape and regular." "I'm not going to kick," observed Peter. " Good for you ! Some of the boys

are betting that you will, but I'll give j

odds that you won t. AVhen a man knows that he's got to be hung, what's the use? People have got a mistaken notion about hanging. It dou't hurt a bit. How you feelin', Peter?" "Resigned." "That's right. You hadn't orter killed your old woman, but being you did, and being as you must pull hemp for it, the best way is to feel resigned. You come mighty nigh being a gentleman, Pete, and as I said before, I'm sorry I can't keep you and watch your mental improvement. You'd improve 50 per cent, in six weeks. Want to ask gent any questions, Pete?" "Jf-o, I guess not, Will he be here to see me go?" "He'd like to ever so ranch, but he can't. He's got to go on to Van Buren." "Can I do anything for you?" I asked. "No. thank you." "Well, Pete, we must be going, w briskly remarked the executioner. "Would like to stay longer, but time presses. I'll come in to-morrow and cut your hair and rehearse a bit. I made such a pcor job last time that I want to do extra line on you. If you'll stick to what you say, I'll do the purtiest job ever Been at this post." "I want everything to go off all right," responded the condemned. "Of course- why shouldn't you? It's for your interest, too. Well, so lon$, old boy. Keep your grit up and do your best, and I'll guarantee a first -class job or quit the business." Ten Good Things to Know.

Somebody writes in The Sanitarian about ten good things to knew. They are ; 1. That salt will curdle new milk, hence in preparing milk porridge, gravies, etc., the faalt should not be added until the dish is prepared. 2. That clear boiling water will remove tea stains and many fruit stains. Pour the water through the stain and

tub &nd burn to a crisp. The Coroner's jury was unable to tell which killed

him. Chicago Times. Playing a Tramp Mean "There are some districts out We&e where the folks imagine they own the earth," said the tramp as he stretched himself put on the bench and covered his face with his old hat "I struck such a district a few weeks ago, down in Indiana. I got into a county where signs were as plenty as thistles, and every one of them read : "Tramps Beware! Lix months in Jail for Tramping Is Those signs are often put up for a bluff, and I determined to hoof it right along. I hadn't gone five miles after seeing the first sign when I was overhauled by a constable and several farmers and rushed to jail in the nearest village. They left me there over night to be examined next day. There were two other prisoners one for stealing and the other for assault and battery. They were down on the law, of course, and we had time to fix up a little plan. By trading clothes around I got to look quite respectable, and as both men had money they chipped in and made me up six dollars. Next morning, when taken before the magistrate, I claimed to be on my way home to Indianapolis, and as I had money to pay my way he discharged me. "Then I went for the parties' who had arrested me. The constable was scared into fits, and he gave me a silver watch and $15 to settle. I got $20 each out of three of the farmers, and $15 apiece from the two others, makitig more money than I had ever had at any one time before in my life. I ought to have had sense enough to leave with n ty boodle, but I hadn't. I got drunk and was locked up again, and I'll be hanged if prisoners who had helped'' oz the first scrape dfdn't steal an3$jde my money, change all the old arat back, and chuckle with satisfaction when I got thirty days for my offence! Can't depend on Western human nature, nohow. I've had a farmer invite me in to eat ice cream and blackberry pie, and then set three dogs on me as I thanked him and backed out. I prefer the East. An Eastern man is always up and down with you, and a farmer's wife will either give you the grand bource on sight or do up your sore fingers, and set out a whole currant pie." One of Dakota's Flacky Daaghters. Miss Lizzie Duffield, who has spent the past six years in South Dakota, arrived in the city to-day en route to her former home in Bloomfield. Miss Duffield was among the first young ladies to brave the hardships of claim life and take up land in Dakota, and she is now the fortunate owner of 320 acres of excellent farm land, half of which is a short distance from Harold, Hyde County. The other quarter section is near the thriving town of Aulkton, and all of which will certainly be valuable property in time. All the adventures ol life far out upon the prairie with the nearest neighbors a mile and a half distant, the perils in storm and flood and the danger of living alone for weeks at a time, have been undergone. She was one of those brave and resolute Dakota school teachers who with a few pupils under her care, e-noountered the storm of January, 1888. During the long night which followed the dreadful blizzard, with scant fuel, she kept herself and the children from freezing only by the utmost exertion until all were rescued from their fearful situation at 5 o'clock the next morning. Den Moines (Iowa) $perial An Underground Cirnal Sixteen Miles

Lou

"The strangest canal in tie world," said an English clergyman, is one I never saw mentioned in auy book or

! newspaper, it is a canai sixteen nuiea

thus prevent its spreading over the ia- j lonft between Worsley and St. Helens,

brie.

3. Thai; ripe tomatoes will remove ink

and other stains from white cloth, also j from the hands. j 4. That a tablespoouful of turpentine i

boiled with white clothes will aid the whitening process. 5. That boiled starch is much im-

in the north of England, and is underground from end to end. In Lancashire the coal mines are very extensive, halt the county being undermined, and many years ago tho "Duke of Bridgewateir'a managers thought they could sae money by transporting the coal Under

ground instead of on the surface. So

proved by tire addition ot a little sperm . the cauai was constructed, the mines salt or gum arable dissolved. ornctad and drained at the same time.

6. That beeswax and salt will make ! Ordinary canal boats are used, but the

rustv nat irons as clean ana sniootn us

glass. Tie a lump of wax in a rag and keep it for that purpose. When the irons are hot, rub them first with th wax rag, then scour with a paper or cloth sprinkled with salt. 7. That blue ointment and kerosene

mixed in equal proportions and applied

power is lurmsuea uy men. me root of the tunnel arch are cross pieces, and. the men wli3 do the work of propulsion lie on their backs on the coal and push with their feet against the cross bars on the roof. Six or eight men will draw a. train of four or Jive boats, and as there are two divisions ia

to the bedsteads is an unfailing bedbug j the tunnel, boats pass without difficulty.

remedy, as a coac or wnue wasn is zor jSt Louis Globe-Democrat the walls of a log house. 8. That kerosene will sofcen boots or Where They Rear Uirb iu Cages, shoes than have been hardened by water, In the report of United States Consul and render them as pliable as new. Grifliu, stationed at Sydney, the Consul iK That kerosene will make tin tea i tells of a remarkable custom of the inkettles as bright as new. Saturate a ! habitants of New Britain, as follows: woolen rag and rub with it. It will j "The inhabitants, it is said by Wallace,

also remove stains from varnished furni- j have a peculiar custom of confining their

ture. 10. That cool rain water and soda will remove machine grease from washable fabrics. A Desperate Case of Suicide The Palrxr House has been very unfortunaft in the number of tragic deaths. It will be just thirteen years aso to-morrow that one of the most

girls in cages un :il they are old enough to be married. This custotn is said to be peculiar to the people of New Britain. The cages are made of twigs of the palm tree, aud the girls are put into them when only two or three years of age. The Rev George Brown established a Wesleyan mission in New Britain in 1876, and I learn from him that those

cases are built inside the houses, and

eusational and carefully planned sui- j that the girls are never .allowed to leave cides in the history of seVlest ruction 4u i,m.;A n,w mv rnafanAAa

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occurred at the htel. Frederick

di.son Jeffrey was the victim. He was said to have been a member of the firm of Wyekhoff & Jeffrey, of Peoria. He occupied a parlor room on the. eastern extension of the corridor. Earlv on the 5th of July his bodv was found u&ponded over the bathtub in his suite. The tub was filled with warm water and contained the charred fragments of combustibles ignited by Jeffery just before killing himself. When discovered a titdeUo was found plunged into his left breast, his throat was cut from eai to ear, u pistol hung by a cord within e$.sy reach, beside it a pearl-handled raaor. His body hung by a stout cord fastened to tlm ceiling He had sata

! the house under any circumstances.

The houses are closely fenced in with a sort of wickerwork made of reeds. Ventilation under tho circumstances is rendered very difficult. The girls are said to grow up strong and healthful .in spite of these disadvantages. Pittsburgh Dispatch. Where Ittst Has Keeded. "Say, Samsinger, I hear you people have sent your pastor to Europe for a long vacatiou. Why, I saw him last week, aud a stronger, healthier looking man I noer want to see. He doesn't need a rest." "I should say not; we sent him away to give the oiui&reg&tiou one." Bur deiU,