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Show Y'ou will write and let me know Mrs. I shall reI need not tell you to keep how she is. Miss Csrdlnc? from main at 1ennlr.gton until I hear front secret JOHN GEKU.n BBENNAX. a this profound Austen and Mrs. Callender. 1ray pre- you. he said anxiously as Tessa at 3&J frmnilriiotl.er sat in the old rock!): i omplinn nts to the mo-- t pushed him outside tho gato j sent my respectful chair which was always locked at night . la ly." otut she was not mv eran'linother then i, esteemed Tes-- a could not at first decide w heth-e- r and turned the key. A ad her x?rt little lace was liewitchiuriy Oh, yes, I will write on!y gel to tell Mrs. Ilevan the good new sat fair, Aa she lauchej a defiance to men reserve it until she could defi- Tessa or hurriedly; and then, once, lice sun bonnet flutter'd like bird on its nitely fix a time for the meeting be- as he still lingered, she turned and slrine. tween the mother and son. Mie de- ran hastily back to the house. Her ba r wandered free in the breeze: Aad party 1 ween din my grandmother cided ultimately upon the latter course. She reached it just in time. As The suspense and excitement would, Antony turned from the gate tho carold pearl'd apple trees Underneath those t she thought, he more than Mrs. Ilevan drove down the narrow lane, SJy grandfather rode through the white in her enfeebled state could bear with riage Mrs. Callender was asleep in her orchard gate. And tethered his roan to a tree; impunity, and she was besides hopeful corner; but Austens quick eyes nolied a well powdered wig on his silly that the meeting might not bo very ticed the slight figuro which turned young pate. long delayed. quickly from the gate in the direction And high tassel'd hoots to his knee; "The letter arrived on a Tuesday, and of tho Iriory. He leaned from tho From the pink apple biussnuis that over on the following Thursday Austen and window and looked after it anxiously. him hung He brush d ofT the dew with his hat. his s.ster Were to attend a scientific It seemed strangely familiar, he Till he came to the place where the rocking i onver-arion- e Who was it Cleveland? given hy the Mayor of thought. chair swung. And my merry young gran imolher sat. Lennington. They would be compelled Lut Cleveland was in London. Austen The kingcup and daisy bloomed round in to leave home early, as they had some had received a note from him only distance to drive, and would probably that morning. Who could it be? their pride. And bees of their sweetness did sip; not be back till lat . And then, as lie still looked, his heart blush'd and my grandBulmy grandfather Tes-after long and earnest delib- gave a quick throb of anger and susfather sigh'd. Aa he flicked off their heads with his eration, decided to write to Anthony picion, fur surely tho little white whip. and ask him to meet her at the small figure flitting quickly up the laurel-wal- k My granny she hummed her a cunning old gate at the end of tho laurel path, at could be no ono but Tessa! song nine oelo. k on ihe following ThursHo had hated himseif for the unFaint heart never won lodes fair So he wooed and he prayed, and before day evening. None of the servants worthy suspicion, vet could not cast it very long rooms were on that side of the house; from him, not even when he wet into There sat two in that o'd rot king chair! and Tessa concluded it would be quite hi.t mother's room and found Tessa po.s.ble to smuggle the v isi'or through -- tiiir hy the fire reading. He fanwindow unobserved the drawing-roocied that her greeting was a little cold The next two days did not pass very and eonsirainod was quite sure that Austen was too proud to she blushed and hesitated ns he asked pleasantly. ClIAlTKIt V1IL condescend to ask any further ques- how she had spent tho evening, and if tions about the mysterious letter; but she had been out in tho garden, anil It (S fi von to aery foiv people, eittier there was a constraint in his manner his doubts rapidly deepened into curiwen or women, to feel the sense of which Tessa tried in vain to remove. osity. perfect happiness which came to AusIt is horrid to deceive him! lint Had Prudence been right? ho wonten He van during the first few weeks lie hud known so how can 1 help it? Tessa thought dered. Had love blinded him to of his engae-emetitTessas real eh a factor, and was sho little of the follies and pleasures of saldly. Austen, she only a flirt- - a vain, frivolous coquet. o youth that this new unlooked for hap. baid Say somethingas tome, lie came into tho after all? jdnois etune like a sudden hurst of sun- draw eouxingly,on the eventful T hurs-da- y Tc-s- a noticed and grieved over, but shine into his life and and evening, and found her s'anding could not understand, tho coldness and glorified it. Ilis friends might disapprove: Mrs. by the window looking out rather dis- constraint which crept into Austens I shall manner during the next few days. Taa!ender might, and did, prophesy consolately into the garden. She would have noticed it more, but evil things; but Austen, confident in have bitch a long, dull evening! At tlie touch of the little dinging she was so much engaged just then in his own and Tessa's perfect love, only smiled in calm indifference anil in- -' fingers, Austin's heart softened, and, attending to Mrs. Levan that she had ho kissed the pretty pouting very little time for reflection. credulity, and was supremely happy. stooping, Now that the great object of the old lips. For throe or four weeks this slate of How are you going to amuse your-d- f lady's life had been attained there perfect bliss lasted; then the first seemed nothing left for her to wish to this evening', Tessa? he asked. clouds arose. live for; quietly and happily she was I? Oh, I shall sit with auntie! For more than a fortnight Tessa had been anxiously looking for a letter Tessa answered, with a quick blush. drifting out of lifo to the unknown She watched the carriage drive shores. from Mr. Cleveland. She had already TO BE CO NT IN CKO. received one short note from him, in down tho avenue, and kissed her hand tho which, regretting! that he had no def- gaily to Austen; therjre-entevin- g inite news of Antony to tell her, he house, stie went slowly upstairs to Mrs. A Quick Courtship. had 8oken of an aetress, then playing llevans room. It was then a little Jacob Mrawn of Jacksonville, l.l., j an obscure London theatre, who, lifter eight. At nine o'clock Anthony from his description, might prove to would be waiting at the gate, and Mrs. was during his lifetime tho largest ilevan had yet to bo told of the surprise farmer in Illinois and a very eceentrio fre Antony lievans wife. Ho had promised to follow this trace in store for her. man. Tho circumstances of his marVery gently anil quietly Tessa broke riage were as follows: tip and inform Tessa of its success or Outside of Jacksonville, a couple of failure; and she was now anxiously tho news to tho old la ly, and told her exjieetinff tho letter. She grew more the son whom for seven long years she miles, perhaps, there lived quite a anxious day hy day; for Mrs. ilevan had mourned for and vainly longed to respectable family. This family emwas extremely unwell. She had been see would soon he by her side. ployed a servant girl. Graceful and You are sure you are strong enough neat in the extreme, and possessing a tnoro or less of an invalid for the past that it will not make you worse, very fair share of intelligence, this five years; hut sho now very rarely fefi her room, and it was evident, even auntie? she said anxiously, as Mrs. girl was a match for whosoever might Jo Tessa's inexperienced eyes, that ilevan lay hack on her pillows and take her unto himself. Jacob saw this tarli day her hold on lifo grew feebler. gazed at her, trembling anil speechless flower and determined to possess it. One day lie rode up to tho door of tho The news would como too lato if it with delight and surprise. Worst? How could it? Oh, Tessa, residence of the fair maid, alighted Aid not arrive very soon, Tessa is it really true? Shull I really see my from liis horse and knocked with the thought sadly sometimes, us sho Tho lady of tho watched tho old ladys failing! steps boy again? the poor mother cried in butt end of his whip. Oh, go houso eamo and answered his sumand jnile face; and so sho looked anx- her sweet trembling voice. iously each morning! for the letter down to him, my dear don't keep him mons, and immediately upon her makThe servants are ing her appearance, Jacob asked for waiting a niomuut! which was so long! in coming. all at supper now. do, Tessa quick! tho servant girl. There is a letter for you, Tessa, Tho servant girl came. Jacob said: With the prospect beforo her, a now Austen said one morning as Tessa enI want a wife, and I have picked lifo and strength seemed to como back tered tho breakfast-rooout as the most proper person for to Mrs. Ilevan. Her you sho had eyes far brightened id generally contrived in bo down s' airs before the postman and her pule cheeks Hushed; with that position I can possibly find. I've lamo, so that she might receive and a trembling hand she smoothel her never spoken to you bofore, but then wad her letters undisturbed hy any pretty gray hair and changed her that makes no diffenenee. I'll give you ono week to decide. lunations concerning the w riters or cap. Tho girl blushed and was dumbMy boy used to bo proud of his eon tents. Mrs. Cullender had always mother's pretty face; I must look my founded, Jacob mounted his horse and been inquisitive concerning her and lately Austen had best now, sho said with a pathetic rode away. Tho girl inquired into Mr. Stravvn's character and standing, Go Tessa! developed a similar curiosity. Tessa little smile. and was advised by those with whom who had been very anxious that this she lived to accept the offer of his AnIt was nine not ho letter should but seen by oclock; scarcely particular tho authorities was conscious that tony was already waiting when Tessa hand. Punctually, a week later, ho blushed and looked guilty as she reached tho gate. IIo was a little Jacob rode up to the door, and knocklook up tho letter, audits bold writing man with dark hair and eyes was ed again with his whip, and asked: Is it yes or not? uid crested envelope, which lay by slight and fragile looking and had a Llushing, tho girt answered in a timid depressed air, as if tho world her plate. Austen glanced nt the changing had dealt hardly with him, Tessa low tone, but quite distinctly: Yes. face curiously. IIo waited a few mo- thought. Well, said Jacob, less see; well ments; then, finding that Tessa did Very few words passed between sot as usual open her letter, but slip- them. Tessa motioifed hitu to follow get married tho day after Heres some money to ped it into the pocket of her dress, ho her to tho house, and, unobserved took Wednesday, aid gently, hut with an indefinable him upstairs and left him at the door get a wedding outfit, and ho threw her a purse containing $1,000. shade of coldness and suspicion in his of his mothers room. The couple did get married on Wedvoice hut passed in that last solemn innesday, and no happier couple during That is Clevelands crest, Tessa! terview between mother and son was to bo met with in ' What is bo what prayers for pardon vvluit vows their writing to you about? How can 1 tell? 1 havent read it of repentance and amendment the the stato of Illinois. infinite love which pitied and forgave yet, Tcs-- a answered coldly. ail was too sacred for any other eyes Are you not going to read it? Took Him Off His Guard. Just at present the to witness any other ears to hear. ttalhi of hunger are too pressing, Tho evening went on; the twilight They were sitting close together in Tessa answered carelessly, (live mo deepened into night; Mrs. Levan's about as dark a corner of the visitors a piece of that pie, please, and re- ifiaid eamo beforo retiring to ask if gallery ns they could find, watching member it was curiosity that droa her mistress required anything more, the proceedings of a night session of and w as sent away hy watchful Tessa congress. ,Evc out of iarndise. hat is it, Chavvley, that man on 'She smiled brightly into his face; and still the low voices ro-- o amt fell tho platform asked the others? ut Austen had no answering smile. unceasingly within the That is the speaker, my dear, Mrs. Callenders comments on tho IdTessa grew frightened at last. It lie is just getting en ler had already excited jealous doubts was getting and his sis- Charley explained; n his mind; and Tessa's ova-iv- o an- ter might at any moment return: but ready to put the measure before tho swers and reluctance to read it seamed yet she hesitated to shorten tho lnter-- v houso to vote, and ho asked, 'Are you x confirm his suspicions, ready for the question? lcr tho iew. Yes, Chavvley, sho sighed, av sho She opened tho door gently. irst time since their engagement ho as though to muko Mr. Levan, you must go! It is drew a little olor-ereft the table nbrupUy, and drove off room for four more visitors on a o business without his usual uffeetion-.it- o terribly late! she said hurriedly. farewell. lie is just going, love, Mrs. Levan crowded seat, yes, Chawley, 1 think 1 am. Tessa heard tho dog-cadrive from answered gently. Then they went out into tho culm, Sho was lying hack on her pillows, Aib door, and felt sorry and amused, ibe was too much delighted at the with her hand chi pod in her son's. starry night. Congress had no more Sho looked very pale and tired but attractions for them. n ews which Cleveland's letter sl to distress her mind over Aus-- . there was a new expression of peace in her soft eyes. kins's I have good news this time," ('love-am- i Only mako haste! Tessa pleaded. Breaking II? Gently to Him. wrote. The actress I mentioned She went out of the room again, and Young wife Why. dear, you were n my last letter is Anthony l!evaus waited impatiently in the pii'sa-o- . the stroso oar at college, weren't ife. I ealed on her yesterday, and She could hear Mrs. Levans soft you? iasv both her mid Anthony, lie looks voice, her sons deep broken accents; Young husband Wes, lovo. And a very prominent member of ery thin and ill, and I am afraid then came a choking sob, a low cry, as times are had with them. He is Antony clasped his mother in a last the gymnastic class? at the idea of seeing his mother embrace then the silence of an eterI was the leader. iuid will como any time you like to fix. nal farewell. And quite a baud at all athletic IIo fancy lie entertains very bitter feeAntony came out ing toward Austen and his sister, for did not speak; silently, ami with Quite a hand? My gracious! I was . us the champion walker, the best runner, Boys that, if it had not been for blinding tears in his eyes, he followed iiem, the quarrel would have been Te-s- a out of tho house and down the the head man at lifting heavy weights lurel walk. As he reached the gate and as to carrying why, I could trade up long ago. I enclose his address. Ho w.ll bo in Iennington by he managed to murmur a few broken shoulder a barrel of flour Tie time this letter reaches you. and words of gratitude, to which Te-s- a Well, love, just please the ill stay there until it is convenient for Us oiihJ with unconcealed iuiuatieu e. baby a couple of hours. Im cairy so tired. TinEOLD ROCKING CHAIR. you to Lev an. arrange a meeting with a, TESSA. ing-roo- tran-fonu- life-tim- e, y. bed-roo- into-Aust- ' , rt cou-svi- j j 1 Rhythmic Prose. WHEN THE SONGS CONE OUT OF pie which, though often tried, had YOUR LIFE. never Indore succeeded. hit morning We have no means of ascertaining a distinguished-lookinforeigner who is the author of this marvelous paused amongt hecrowd ofspectators Indore it. On his arm leaned a lenu-tilu- l effusion: In svvalling swirl of the soughful girl, evidently his daughter. As it happened, a gi'oug ot gentlemen wind, as the gust goes gluoring by, I were discussing its peculiar excellensit by the bole of a bournful birch, cies, and their remarks lieing on t heir g WTin the soHjr s tone out or your llv. woiiM Unt to the end That yon of the heurt. That fcrt et That no after day ran feud, The ton: ot the birds to the The oni: of the wind to the tinners. The noun that the heart Miur low to itself hen it wake in he morning hour You can start no other song: Not even a tremulous note Will falter forth on the empty air, It diee iu your aching thiout. It ia all m vain that you try. For the spirit of song; is tied The m?htint:aip sings no more to the rose When the beautiful flower i dead. So let ftilettos softly fall Oil the bruiaed heurts quivering atrinjra. Perhaps from the Iohj of all you may ieain The song that the seraph sings, A prrand and glorious psalm That will tremble and rise and thrill. And till your breast with its grateful rest, And its lonely yearnings still. 1nidentified. FOR LOVE'S SAKE. The library of Friedhulf Castle was one morning the stage of a ilramatjc tableau. The counts heir and son Norden had a few hours before mar' Tied the little peasant girl Lromliilda Laurenz, and had now come to ask his lathers forgiveness. The count had long cherished more nmbitious schemes for his son in marriage, and his rage was furious when his daughter Irmengarde led her brother and his young wife into the library. Nordens eyes quailed before the stern look in his father's eyes. For once his gay deserted him as he sank on his knees at Iris fathers feet and craved forgiveness. The sight of this gentle young couple only added to the count's anger, as he cried: Forgive you! Never! You can go and take your your wife with you. Go! Ho you hear? said Irmengarde, Oh, father, pleadingly, look at her. She has the face of an angel. No wonder Norden loves her. No, I will not look at her the low born, the presuming. Lut Irmengarde desisted not in her endeavor to make peace. Think of our mother, still continued tlie soft voice. Even as you loved her, my brother Mention not your sainted mother in such a connection. And, as he spoke, the count pointed to the door, ami, turning to Norden, said slowly and sternly: Go. Do not let me see your face again. Norden grew pale to the lips. lie had, indeed, offended beyond forgiveness. He had his arm about Hilda. fiCoiue, he said; we are not tlie first who have perilled all for love and have lost. Lemcmber though, turning again to his father, the fault is wholly mine, not hers, I was deceived myself, and so have misled her. I lelt so sure of .your love and forgiveness for any act short of a dishonorable one. If your idea of honor is to mingle base blood in a pure, unsullied stream it does not accord witli mine sir. And the counts lip curled in unmitigated scorn. "I advise you to make new acquaintance with the code. I will, sir, answered Norden, proudly, stung by his father's contempt, and you shall not be troubled with a sight of my face again until I have proved my right to claim the knowledge. He kept his word. Before nnothor month he had taken passage tor himself and Hilda in a sailing vessel the Odin bound for America. Then news came that she had gone down with all on board. Alas for pride and anger! when the Death angel lays his cold hand upon the heart ot one we have loved, even though estranged, to all appearances, forever. When the count heard of his sons death, it seemed to smite a blow at tli springs of his own life. He fell as though stricken by a heavy hand, moaning: My son! My son! Oh, cruel father, to slay his own flesh and blood! Irmengarde ministered to him tenderly in this hour of anguish, and when, after a weary, lingering illness he once more arose from his bed, he was a changed man. Months dragged on, sad anil interminable, all seasons seeming alike to tlie mourning father and sister. Then came a morning when the cloud was lifted in a burst of gladness. A cable telegram in the morning papers announced that a few survivors of the Odin had reached America picked up hy a passing vesse' and that Norden and Lromliilda Friedholf were among the names of the saved. The next mail carried letters to the young emigrants asking them to return, and conveying messages of love and forgiveness; but in the near presence of dentil Xordens boyish impulsive nature had undergone a chancre, and he realized that he had failed in duty to his lather, and that he must make reparation by doing something to atone to him for the sorrow and anxiety he, in his thoughtless willfulness, had caused him to suffer. So he wrote home on earnest, manly letter, expressing his deep happiness, and gratitude to his Hither for the loving recall, but saying that he must fulfil his resolve to win n reputation which should add new lustre to his name; then he would return and lay his his laurels a t his feet, forgiveness. Ten yenrs later. At the exhibition of machinery in the Centennial Exposition one remarkable invention challenged a continual interest and admiration. It combined the application of a priuei- time-honore- d thus-earnin- g own native tongue, attracted their with a moan and soulful sigh; the mellowing mists of the eve are low, attention. said one, and the frog in the dankful marsh These Americans. carry off the palm everywhere for .chirps cliirpingly sad in theghoub mechanical ingenuity. some gloom, in a svvivering voice and Lut, said one, this name is not harsh, , where is the swing of the an American one. 1 see not why it swoonful swish, and t he voice of the should bo in tiiis particular depart- fiimtiam fowl? Methinks it moans ment'. from the mirky mold, from the home It 1ms a right here, was the an- of the hootful howl. Now swivel me reswer, for Mr. Friedholf s talent swift from the surging spring I'm ceived its first impetus in this adopt- weary of world and wind; the grevv-- , ed country, of which he has become a some gralk ot the jabberwok comes naturalized citizen. to my mind: the feeble jimmering Irmengarde for it was indeed Nor- song of tlie spotome lrog comes sol-- 1 dens sister gave a sudden start. emnvvise, soughing slow, and again I Father, she whispered, did you hear by the bournful birch tlie wail of hear? Can it be Norden? woe. (), where is the swing wimpled Just then the crowd parted and a of the swoonful swish, from the land splendid looking man, in the prime of the springful sprole? Must the of life, came toward them. One look blue misfs blur on the tinker's drale, was enough. and lreight with their fraught my simson! Father!" burst My soul? I dreamed, 1 dreamed of ultaneously from their lips. It was Amelie Iiives in the dim of the e indeed Norden lriedboif who had met bought I rode on and dark, won this proud triumph, who had a moonlul main iu the prow of a pull-- , distanced all competitors. fnl bark; I wrought a rhyme as I I was waiting, Le said after the roamed along in tlie stream of the first greetings witre over, to see vvlmt starful gloat; I awoke at daw m in the treatment should lie meted out to is dimpled this child of my brain. Then, if suc- I wrote. day, and above the rhyme cessful, 1 was coming home to you and Irmengarde, and to the dear old A Little Domestic Episode. place. 's A somewhat amusing mistake is Another hour found them at home. said to have occurred at the home of In the beautiful, dignified woman musician Mr. Max who came forward to reeieve them, a it would have been hard to recognize Leckner. the startled girl in her peasant dress, It appears that a young lady visitwhom Norden had intioduced to ing the madam of the household rethem so suddenly as liis wife on that mained all night, without the knowlmorning, long edge of the musician, he being absent at the time, his wife removed ago. Hilda had come to the New World the babies from the room in which with an ideal to attain to, as well ns they usually slept and installed the Norden. It wasto render herself ) oung lady therein. About gloomy midnights cheerworthy of him, and of the proud old name lie had bestowed upon her, and less hour the musician wended liis she had spared no pains to accom- way homeward, and, having gained entrance to the house without displished herself. Now she was richly rewarded; for turbing any one, lie went into tlie in parting the nobleman kissed her room, as was his custom, where the first upon one cheek, then upon the children had been sleeping. The absence of even aglimmer ol light rather other, saying in his couitly way: my daughter. I hope surprised him, but he .thought ho it will not be long before Norden would kiss the babies anyhow. There was a startling denouement. brings you to your rightful place as mistress of Dora Castle. My Irmen- The vonng lady screamed, while lie garde here only waits for you to gentlemans wife, awakened by the tuke the keys as lady chatelaine, to clamor, shouted to her husband, leave her old father. She is betrothCome out of there, quick. It is needless to say he came without ed, and will soon be married. delay Cincinnati Enquirer. j dank-som- Nor-den- well-know- Good-nigh- n t, 1 Bacilli on a Bald Head A Formidable Weapon. fir . Say monne claims to have isolatExtreme low water in the Mississiped a bacillus, called by him bacillus pi recently unearthed an historical crinivorax w hich is the cause of al- relie at the ferry landing at Columopecia. It is, ho says, found only on bus, Ky., in the shape of a huge, old the sea p of ma n .other hirsute parts of fashioned columbiad, which did the body, and also the fur of animals during the late war in tlie handsduty of 1 being free from it. The bacilli invade tlie hair follicles and make the hair very brittle, so that they break off to the skin. Then the roots themselves are attacked. It the microbes can be destroyed early in the disease the vitality of the hairs may be preserved, but a I'tor the follicles are invaded and all their stuctures injured the baldness is incurable. The following is Dr. Saymonnes remedy to prevent baldness: Ten parts crude cod liver oil, ten parts of the expressed juice of onions and five parts of mucilage or the yolk of an egg are thoroughly shaken together and the mixture applied to the scalp and well rubbed in once a week. This, lie asserts, will certainly bring back the hair if the roots are not already destroyed, but the applicant of the remedy must be very distressing to the patients friends and neighbors. Medical Record. Jean Ingelow at 60. Jean Ingelow lives in an old fash- stone home in ioned, Kensington, set in the midst of extensive grounds, with handsome trees and many beautiful flowers and shrubs. At least, this is her house in summer time; her lungs are not very strong, and in winter she occupies a little cottage in the south of France, on tlie shores of the Mediterranean, covered with vines and smothered with flowers. Fhe is nearly GO now but does not look half her age; her eyes are so bright and her elieeks are as rosy and rounded ns a girls. Of late years she has w ritten very little, and even what she does she rarely publishes, for her theory is that a poet never writes any immortal verse after he or she passes AO, and she may very justly rest on tiie laurels she lias won for herself before she reaches that age. cream-colore- d the Confederates. Those familiar with the history of tlie formidable weapon state that it played a conspicuous part in the battle of Mo., in the fall of 1S(J1, and that from its lofty perch on the bluff's above Columbus it sent many a huge shell screaming across the river into Grants army, and that it had more to do with keeping the gunboats at bay than all orders at the tort. The gun is the only remaining relic of tho Confederate fortifications erected nt Columbus, Ky., thirty years ago. Chicago Times. liel-mon- t, A Womans Memory. Ycu never can tell what will fix itself in a womans memory, but most of the time she remembers only what she wears, saj-- a writer in the San Francisco Chronicle. I called at the house the other evening where several ladies happened to be calling too, and the conversation turned on opera. Somebody said something Mine. Albnni. about Im so said one lady, I did sorry not hear Albnni sing. Yes, you did, said another. No, I couldnt go, and was quite broken lieart-- j ed. Indeed, you did bear her, be- -i cause I was there the same night, and 1 saw you sitting in the dros.q circle, and you had on that pretty little hat with the pink bather Oh! so I did. I remember now. Certainly I heard Albani. s A Brave Woman. Welsh papers describe a conspicuous act of bravery performed by Airs. Irving, wife of Cnpt. Irving, Gadlvs, Lngilt, North Wales. As the Irish mail was entering the station at the speed of o() miles an hour, an aged man sliubtly deaf, was in tlie act of crossing tlie rails, carrying n parcel. The officials shouted to him. and certain death appeared to await the poor fellow, when, without a moments hesitation, Mrs. IrvWild Men. ing sprang down, seized the man, AYith the progress of science a and pushed him off tlie mils, narrowwhole race of men has disappeared, ly escaping with her own life. wild men, "in w hose ex- the istence the most learned firmly beBad as Wooden Nutmegs. lieved a few decades ago, and who Spurious coffee beans are manustill live in the imagination ot many factured in Cologne by special mawho are unacquainted with recent inwhich produce the shape very chines, vestigations. The wild nmn was supThey have bei n examined posed to be a peculiar creature, half skilfully. man and half Least, forming the con- by Herr O. Iieitmair, who finds them to consist of an extract of coffee, necting link between the human soluble in water, and some insoluble species and tlie apes. The belief in They can bo his existence is to be ascribed, with- organic constituents. out doubt, to erroneous observations readily distinguished from the natural bean by their property of sinkand reports of travelers. ing in the water. The jrenuine coffee bean floats on Intermittent religion is like inter- strong oxidizing water. doMoreover, not deagents mittent advertising; it only insures colorize the artificial tiean so rapidly intermittent reward. as they do the natural CoffN?. so-call- e |