Th» universitv extension idea seems to I THE OWLY WAY TO MAKE BUSff «<y 0 „ „ io f u U 0 f i rou ble,» said she. I U If hfi I?T HI? I? I T \T • I Wooden—\What made vou think r nr^n^o „„ ~ ' JMESS PAY. Th e university extension idea seems t o be taking last hold on the agricultural Southwest. An unusual amount ot inventive talent is now being used to prevent the occur rence of fires. The spur in this line is causecTby the statement of Are losses in the United States and Canada during 1891, which aggregated $135,000,000, an increase of twenty-nine per cent, over 1890. Charles V , of Frnnce,hnd a cup once, A queer-looking goblet with a cover, which is now offered for salo in London for §40.. _d. James I., of England, is known to have drunk hippocras out of it, and to have presented it to Velasco, the Spanish Ambassador. A Spaniard sold it to a Parisian collector, aud now the collector wnnts to sell it to the British Museum, and a subscription to raise the price is in progress. It is said that gas is now being manu factured at Maysville, Ky., for commer cial purposes at a cost of five cents per 1000 feet, and that the machine, oper ated by two meo, is capable of turning out 1,500,000 feet a day. Thero aro n o by-products, as coko, tar and ammonia, nothing being left in the retorts but a small quantity of mineral residuum. The gas is not carburcttol for illuminating purposes, but it cm easily and cheaply be enriched so as to furnish a first-ratg light. Probably the largest congregation in America is that of the church of St. Stanislaus Kostkn, Chicago, 111., which has 30,000 communicants. Tho num ber of attendants at the several masses every Sunday frequently succeeds 15,000. The care of souls committed to its charge requires the services of twelve priests. It has a parochial school at tended by 3J0O children, and these are taught by tweuty-six sisters and eight lay tc.ichers. The church maintains an orphan asylum, in which 3U0 inmates are cared for. The Now York Court of Appeals has decided, records the Djtrott Free Press, that while a married woman has a right to contract with other persons than her husband for personal service, aud can claim as her own the remuneration re ceived for such service, any service she renders her husband, even in the carry ing on of his business, belongs to him. The case was one where the wife of a tailor who assisted him in his work sued for damages sustained by falling into a coal hole. The court held that the suit should be brought by the husband, as the time lost was his Fruit gro.vcrs in the West aro enthu siastic over the possibilities of Oregon as a fruit-growing region, and especially for prune culture. One fruit expert says that Italian prunes grown in the Willamette Valley arc superior to those grown in Italy. The climate, ho says, is like the great fruit region of Asia Minor. One grower has planted about fifteen thousand prune trees in 150 acres in the Willamette, and it is said that prunes aild other fruits are being planted in thousands of other farms. That part of the State promises to be a vast fruit or:hard in the near future. A new charity has been commenced in England under the auspices of one of the sisterhoods in South London. It is the open ng of a house for the reception of sick persons who are neither curable nor incurable in the technical sense used by physicians and hospitals, but who aro simply dying. They say \tho need is very great. London does not possess a single house where a dying man can end his earthly days in peace, and so day by day men pass into eternity in unreliable agony, tho spirit within them crushed into despair or defiance.\ This, of course,explains the New York Independ ent, applies solely to those who have no comfortable homes, but to multitudes of such this charity will be of immeasurable value. The Kansas City (JIo.) Star says: '-Of the 597,000,000 acres in tho United States only one-half has been surveyed. No one can say of this immense body of land over which a surveyor's chain has never passed, that it is not 'arable.' Of couise it is asserted that it is not, but the same was once said of millions and millions of acres now smiling fields nnd orchards and pastures. Of tho admitted 'arable' lands of tho United States but a fraction aro in cultivation or devoted to any agricultural purpose. Within two miles of the limit of every great city in the United States tho traveler plunges into tho 'primeval forest,' looking as it did when Columbus landed. Thero is not n State in the Union but has hun dreds of thousands of acres in wild lands, which in tho old countries of Europe would bo considered 'arable' nnd would be cultivated. The United States is a new country. The South i3 newer Jhan the West. It is but a fow yeats, easily within the memory of men now living, when less was known about tho Arkan sas River than is now known about tho Congo. Within fifty years there have been wide areas in tho Stato of Arkan sas that a stranger did not venturo to traverse without a guide. The explora tion of tho United States has hardly been completed; no perfect map of tho coun try yet exists; it is but half surveyed. \When the preliminary stops of tho culti vation of tho Union have been taken, it will bo time cnougn to calculate in what far distant and future century tho sup ply of 'arable' land will be exhausted.\ I used to wonder wh y ; As smart a man as I Could nevor make my business succeed, ceed,coed; In spite of toll and care And always being thero It wouldn't pay and worried mo Indeed, deed, deod. While others all around The road to wealth had found I poorer got aboard my sinking sjiip, ship, fell i P. Until, alas, I know That in a month or two Tho sheriff suro would have mo in his grip, grip, grip. Each night with aching head I tossed upon my bod Endeavoring to think out my mistake, take, take- Why I with vim and health And means ot gaining wealth, Could never, liko my neighbors, money make, make, make. At last I thought it out, I noticed thoso about Who advertised wero getting lots of gold, gold, cold. While those afraid to try- Were left the same as I, Because our business methods wore too old, old, old. I kicked myself at onc3 For being such a dunce. Then in tho papers kept a glowing ad., ad., ad., * My business right away Of course began to pay— Which mates my friond, tho sheriff, very Had, sad, sad. -H. C. Dodge, in the Chicago Sun. trouble,\ 6aid she. aro sick. Poor little to my family, mtss. rtroui; A. HAPPY MISTAKE. BY ESTHER SEULE KENNETH. Y name is Bridget Flinn, miss, and l'vo washed for the Surf House six years. Only through the summer season, though. The city people begin coming dow n in June, nnd sel- j dom stay later than I September. But, the work I do for them during that I time is a great help • My old man is not i he hns a rheumatic fever every spring, and I've got eight children. I do my work well, do you say? Thank you, miss. I tries to do well by them as does well by me, as I used to tell Miss Moore Who was Miss Moore? A blessed young lady, miss, as ever I set eyes upon. Sho was here at the shore last year. Pretty? No; but sho had a beautiful soul. It was her hidden heart that was pretty. What would you think, miss, of a lady delicate nnd dainty as the very whito clouds in the sky, that would come into a poor place like mine, and help nurse two children through the scarlet fever? An d that's what Miss Grace Moore did, miss. She did,indeed! May the saints give her rest' Dead? No! Whatever put that in your head, miss? Indeed sho's not dead. She's a-living—the light of her husband's eyes. Ah! it's quito a story I could tell you, miss, if you sit down and bide a bit in this poor place of mine. You'd bo glad to? It's very kind of you to say it, it is. And if you'li not mind, miss, I'll iron a bit while I am talking. \You m o full \Tour children' things1\ She was all i n white, and sho looked like an angel to mo then. I hardly knew what \she was doing—she was so quiet and quick, and I was so dull with work and want of sleep—beforo she had off hor bonnet and sacque, and was sitting beside tho bed bathing tho fever away from them children. An d there that sweet young lady staid,in my poor place, for three days. If good nursing could have saved my baby, he'd have lived, but I heard tho doctor toll Miss Moore that thero was hardly a chance for him from the start. Don't mind me, miss; I must cry a bit; his grave is green yet. There, I am better now. Ah, if you couid have seen ray poor baby in his coffin! Miss Moore brought flowers nnd flowers, and ho was just lying in a bed of roses. A lady's child couldn't have looked sweeter than did my poor httlo one when he was ready to bo put away from his mother's kiss. Little Mag, she got well, though tho doctor hadn't expected it. Miss Mooro —bless her—paid his bill. Well, that sad summer was wearing away. I'd got strengthened a bit, and was at my work again, when ono day a man camo on horseback to my door with a valise of gentleman's linen to bo washed. It was to bo returned to the Cliff House, farther up the beach. Tho shirts were all marked \G. Evor- son.\ I remember that I was a spnnk. ling them, whan Miss Moro rodo by on her pony. She looked in at tho open door as sho passed, and said: \Don't work too hard, Mrs. Flynn.\ I looked after her—bless her!—as sho rode away, and it came to mo that somo sorrow had visited her young heart, or sho never could bo so sympathetic with thoso in trouble. It isn't natural, you see, miss, for young folks to know what suffering 'means—not generally. Thoy find out by and by. Ab, how strange things will happen I The next day I started off for tho Cliff House with tho basket of linen. One of tho waiters told mo that Mr. Everson's room was No. IS , and I'd lind his valet there, if he wasn't in. So I found the door, and knocked A very polite Frenchman opened the door, but he wasn't Mr Evcrson, only his servant. Mr. Evorson was sitting in an easy-chair by tho open window, read ing, a great do g at his feet. Ho just glanced up as I came iu, and seemed tc see that I was trembling with my load. \Take the basket from the woman, Louis,\ said he, and then took no more notice; and I got a good look at him while ho was reading, Ho was well over thirty years old, dark and reserved-looking, and with sort of sad, tired look, as it thero was nothing in the world ho cared very much for The Frenchman was taking the clothes out of tho basket as handy as a woman, when all at once he cries out: \A mee3takc' Ah, you make n mce- stake, you woman,\ and brings me ono of Miss Mooro's handkerchiefs, which somehow I'd got mixed with Mr. Ever son's. I don't remember, but I think I must have mentioned Miss Mooro's name, for Everson starts out of his chair and takes the handkerchief right out of my hand, and looks at it, Then he turned quito whito and wild like \Is she hero? Is Miss Grace Mooro nt tho shore here?\ ho asked, with a look as if ho'd look me through I just told him sho was—that sho was at the Surf House—and came away, Tho next evening I was sitting alone on my door-step in tho moonlight, when a carriage went slowly by in tho road. Who was in i t but Miss Mooro and Mr. I can talk easier so. The hot weather commenced early last j E7CHon? Tho wind was blowing west' .. n-_. ' and brought the words ho was speaking year, if you'll pleaso to recollect, miss, Wo had right sultry days tho first of June. '•This weather will drive out the city folks,\ says Jerry, my man. \You'd better go up to the hotel Biddy, and sec who's come.\ So that evening I went up to the Surf House, and Mr. Appletou, he who kept •it, said yes, there were people in 42 and 27 nnd 34. I went up and knocked at the doors. 42 was out, 27 had engaged n washerwoman, but 34 (that was Miss Grace Moore) she seemed very glad that I had come, aud bid her maid, Felice, attend to me. I don't think Miss Moore drew mo much at first. You see sho wasn't gay nnd handsome, like the young ladies I was used to seeing. At first sight sho wns small and gcntle-lcoking, with a rather sallow skin and large blue eyes. Her hair was short and light, and fluffy and soft over her head like a child's. Her dress was simple and her manner right to our ears \Her spell resolved into its original elements, a cunning knowledgo of hu man nature and the arts of tho toilet, and I was disenchauted in a month. I have hungered and thirsted for you for three years. Can you forgive me, darling!\ Well, then, I somohow understood that he was her lover, and had been un faithful; and I was right, for in Soptem tember they wont to Now York and were married. Miss Mooro grew protty that summer, and Mr. Everson lost all his languid, tired look. Just beforo they went away I happened to mention about the hand kerchief. \Ah Mr3. Flinn,\ said Mr. Everson, \that wa3 a very happy mistake of I jours.\ And he slipped a piece of gold into little Peter's hand that paid our rent for . — nearly a year. And now, miss, thoy are very quiet and composed. But I thought | fast married, and happy, I believe, as it kind of her that night to bid me sit tho day is long.—Now York'Weekly. down and got rested while tho maid picked up the clothes aud made out a list of the pieces. That's tho way I liko tc have people do, and then there's less mistakes. Every ono doesn't mark their clothes, and when a body washes for so many people tho things got mixed some times and make trouble. But Miss Moore's clothes—everything •was delicate and fine and beautiful— were marked with pretty embroidered letters; her handkerchiefs, especially, were just frostwork. Well, Miss Mooro engaged me to do her washing regular. She was going to stay all summer, she said, and I counted on a pretty penny from her. W o poor folks have to think of thorn things, miss. But it wasn't more than a fortnight after that that my two youngest children took tho fever nnd camo down sorely sick, and Jerry lying abed with rheumatism, and no one t o do a turn for me, my oldest daughter being out at service forty miles away. It was right hard on me , coming right in tho busy season, nnd wo all counting on the penny I was t o earn, and that we needed now moro than ever; but it was worse than all to see ho w bad them children sickened. It was the baby and little Mag. When tho doctor first looked at little Mag's throat, ho shook bis head. \This child needs very good care,\ said he. Then he examined tho baby. ' 'I'll do the best I can for them,\ said he, and wont away. Heaven knows my heart was with my children, but wo had to havo bread to eat, and thero was no ono t o do a stroko of work but me. I worried along threo days and nights, and then I sat down be side tho trundle bod, whero them sick children lay, and cried. Just then little Peter calls out that thero was a carriago it tho door. In a minuto in comes Miss Moore Sho had come to see why her clothes weren't done; but she just commenced speaking, ind then stopped, looked around, and come straight to my side. •' • ' ' Sapphires From Poultry Yaru3. \This sapphire was found in tho giz zard of a turkey,\ said W . H. Rood of Montana to a group ot acquaintances at the Hoffman House, New York City, tho other day. Ho hald up a beautiful stone, palo blue and of no httlo brilliancy. It had boon cut and polished by a New York lapidary and Mr. Reed said ho proposed to havo it sot. Ho placed it in a Httlo case beside a number of other stones- sapphires, garnets nnd opals. Thero wero twenty-eight which had been cut, and Mr. Rued produced a handful of rough ones from his pocket. They wero found in Montana along the be d of the Missouri River, about ten miles from Helena. Some of thorn camo from tho tract recently purchased by an English syndicate tor $2,000,000. \Yes sir; thatstono was found inside a turkey,\ repoatod Mr. Reed, \and thero have been a good many of tho same kind found inside tho fowl kept by farm ers all through that country. Tho result is that when a farmer kills a turkoy now he goes on a hunt through its digestive apparatus for preciousstonos. \Sapphires must bo thick along tho bed of the Missouri,\ some one suggested. \There is a considerable section where it pays to hunt for thorn,\ Mr. Rood said. \They aro found in tho old bod of tho river. Many thousand acres xa the vi cinity havo beon considered sapphire- bearing lands. Probably there are valu able stones on a small part of this terri tory.\ \How are thoy mined?\ \In about the samo way that tho old- time placer mining was carried on. Tho gravel is gathered up and washed. Sap phires of all colors havo been found in Montana, and some of considerable value. A New Yorker has sold ono at 880 a karat and a jeweler in London has sold ono or more Cor $120 a karat.—St. Louis Republic. BUDGET OF ]?Uff: HUMOKOTJS SKETCKKS PKOM VAJtilOUS SOUKCKS. . Up .and IJoins—Old Tibblts In aKajre -A Fow Lett—Eto Said No More— A Felicitous Pleno of \Busi ness,\ Etc., Ktc. The advics to be up and doing; Is all very well in Its way. If wo aretho right pursuing And our deeds bear the liftht ot day; t A better precspt we cannot ke-jp It we're busy with honest labor, But 'tis better, far, to bo fast asleep Than be up and dohiR your neighbor. —Yarmouth Register. i OLD TIED ITS IN A RAGE. . \That follow ought to bo kicked to death by a jaokass and I'd liko t o bo the one to do it.\—Life. A FEW LEFT. Rickets—\Does Mrs. Small keep many boarders now?\ Hunker—\Oh yes; but some manage to escape now and then.\—Puck. HE SAID NO MORE. Cobwigger (irritably)—\Why don't you givo that child what he is crying for?\ Mrs. Cogwigger—\Well he's crying for tho moon.\—New York Sun. A JUDGE OF BABIES. Miss Giddigush—\Mr. Crusty, did you see tho Cooington baby? Do toll mo how it looked!\ Old Crusty—\Urn—ah! It is quito small, clean shaven, red faced, and looks like a hard drinker.\—Puck. A HIDDEN ACCUSATION. \Bins had a row i n a restaurant yes terday. \How did it happen?\ \He told the clerk in tho presence of several customers he wanted to pay for tho milk ho had chalked up yesterday.\ A FELICITOUS PIECE OF BUSINESS. Playwright—\From the nature of my play you see i t ought to close with some line or significant act from tho hero in perfect accord with the feelings of an audience.\ Critic—\Why not let him heave a sigh of relief?\—Judge. JL'ST A FAMILY SrAT. Prattle (to his wife)—\You don't seem to havo the courago of your con victions.\ Mrs. Prattle—\I'd like to know how you got at the conclusion.\ Prattle—\You say, 'There's no use talking,' and then you talk some more.\ THAT DEEP LAID PLOT. Seeker—\So your friend Dumbleton has written a novel, eh?\ Sageman—\Ho has, for a fact.\ Seeker—\What is his plot?\ Sageman—\His plot seems to have been to inveigle the public into buying a book that isn't worth reading.\—Bos ton Courier. A RESEMBLANCE. \Alderman McBoodlo is u Cnolooking man, ain't he?\ said a friond of ours the other day. \Yes replied another, \I was taken for hitn once.\ \You? Wh y care for that? I was taken for him. I went on his bail bond and was taken for him—by the Sheriff.\ A VALUABLE FAMILY RELIC. Billiams—\I havo taken a fancy t o that cane you sport, Gilliaas. Would you sell it?\ Gilhams—\Wouldn't dispose of i t for any consideration. It's an old family heirloom, my great-grandfather used to belabor my great-grandmother with it.\ —Jeweler's Circular. FASHION'S STERN RF.HEST. Grafton—\Awfully clever fellow, Gagloy. He might shine in society if i t wasn't for his own infirmity.\ Miss Clara—\Why I always thought he was correct in his habits. Grafton—\Oh yes, he is all that, you know; bul his neck's so deucedly short that ho always has to wear a turn down collar.\—Brooklyn Life. A PRUDENT MINISTER. \What salary can you pay me?\ asked tho minister, addressing the senior dea con of tho church to which he had been called. \Well how much can you get along with?\ \I can get along with $500 if you don't givo donation parties to tho minister, but if you givo donation parties you'll have to make it $750.\—Now York Press. my A GENTLE REMINDER. Bingo—\Did thoso trousers of i come from tho tailor's?\ Mrs. Bingo—\No my dear, but bonnet came from the milliner's.\ Bingo (savagely)—\What do I caro? I should like to know what your bonnot got to do with my trousors?\ Mrs. Bingo (meekly)—\Nothing my dear, only the milliner is waiting to see you in tho #next room.\—Now York Truth. A SERIOUS INTERRUPTION. Tom—\When I saw you at Minnie's wedding I thought that you should havo been the groom yourself, old man.\ Jack—\I did come very near marry ing that girl once. I was calling thero and about half-past twelve I bracod up and commenced a proposal; and just then her father camo into the parlor.\ Tom—\That was awkward.\ Jack—\Ishould say so ; ho put mo completely outl \—Detroit Freo Press. GRANDILOQUENT. Launcelot—\Be assured, Ella, that tho love my hoart holds for you i s of no ovanescont nature It is bound t o my lifo with tio3 that will onduro whilo consciousness endures. It is an ever- present—a lingering love.\ Ella—\That's just tho trouble.Launce- lot. Therms too much lingor about it. If you could contrive to evanesce about 10 r. M ., pa might lot up on his designs to effect your involuntary sortie.\— Boston Courier. A BOY TO BE WATCHED. Wooden—\What's this idea of yours of putting new locks on everything in tho office?\ Bulfinch—\Well I thought I should feel easier.\ ~ Wooden—\What made you think that?\ • ^ Bulfinch*—\Well you see, I told tho office boy he could take yesterday after noon off and g o to the ball game, nnd h o said: 'Thank you, sir; I nccopt tho half holiday, but, if you please, I will not g o to tho ball park; I havo long -wanted t o dust all the top shelves and wash tho windows, nnd this will givo me just the chance.' \—Boston Courier. LEGAL LEVITY. The lato Sir Thomas Chambers was not a wit, and laughter seldom entered the court over which ho presided so solemnly. Thero is, however, ono good story told of him in the Temple. It is to tho effect that a prisoner, who was un defended, pleaded \guilty and counsel having been instructed to defend him at tho last moment, withdrew tho plea and substituted that of \not guilty,\ with tho result that the jury acquitted him. In discharging the prisoner, Sir Thomas is said to hnvo remarked. \Prisoner I do not envy you your feel ings. On your own confession you aro a thief, and the jury have found that you are a liar.\—London Star. Tiio First Paper Makcrj. The wasp3 were actual paper makers long before man knew how, and by very much the samo process by which man manufactures it now. In fact, all tho whilo that people in the olden times were using wood and stono and brass, tho bark of trees, and the skins of animals, this little insect was making a fair better material.\ The wood fibers used by tho wasp \are about a tenth of an in:h long nnd finor than a hair. They gather them into a bundle, adding to them as they move from place to place. You will find it very unlike the wood gnawed *by other insects. They bruise these fibers into a sort of lint, before using them, with their mandibles or jaws, preferring old and dried wood After this bruising process they uso a sort of glue, which they eject from their mouths, to fasten them together, then they knead it into a sort of paste, like papier niauhc, making it into a ball which afterward they tram ple into a leaf as thin as tissuo paper with their feet. Tho first thing a wasp does after the paper is ready is to lino the roof of her houso with it, using fif teen or sixteen layers, or sheets, ono above the other, making a wall of nearly two inchc3 in thickness These layers are left with spaces between, appennug, as you look nt the nest, as if mado of so many little shells. After tho coiling is finished, the wnsp begins to build the rest of the nest, which is composed of nu immense number of paper shells, nud when dono look like a honeycomb, only perhaps more light and elegant, if this wero possible. You may think these cells are for honey, but they aro not, for the wasps never make it, but are solely prepared for rearing their young.—De troit Freo Press. Tho Sense of Touch. Of all the senses we possess, the sense of touch is at oucc the luoit complex and the least understood. Blindness and deafness are too common, and we can all more or less appreciate tho nature and extent of these dire afflictions. But who over thinks how ho would bo affected by being deprived of the capacity to feel, inability to distinguish by touch between smoothness and roughness, heat nnd cold, or b y an impaired power to receive the various sensations of pain and pleas ure which reach us through tho surface of the body? Ho w is it that tho same finger which tells us that a substance is hard or soft tells us that it is hot or cold, smooth or rough, long or short, evon though we do not behold it with our eyes? Have we, as somo physiologists aver, a sixth sense, that of temperature 9 If not, how comc3 it that a singlo touch of tho finger conveys to the brain, in the samo instant, three or four distinct im pressions, for the substance in question may bo wet or dry as well as hot or cold, hard or soft, rough or smooth? But the physiologists cannot tell us the \why\ of these things; thoy all know that the sen sations so conveyed are separable, nnd that tho routes they travel beforo they reach tho brain are not the same. Ob servations on this important subject, besidos being highly interesting, both psychologically and physiologically, would be, i t seems to me,of coasiderablo practical importance in their relation to tho training of blind persons St. Louis Republic. Six Hundred Millions to tin Quart. Tho numbor of bacteria present in milk depends chiefly upon the length of time that tho milk has beon standing and upon the temperature. Estimates made upon milk under different conditions havo shown from 300,000,000 to 000,- 000,000 to tho quart! Tho offect of tomperaturo is shown by an experi ment: A specimen of milk which had been standing four days in a cold temperaturo was found to havo about 10,000,000 bacteria per quart, whilo that exposed to high tomperaturo col lected 300,000,000 of thoso microscopic creatures in less than a day and a half. Between forty and fifty species of bacteria have been found in normal milk and cream. This large number is duo to tho fact that milk is apt to collect almost any species of bacteria that may bo float ing in tho air. Tho individuals of most of theso species are comparatively fow in number and are of littlo signifi cance ; a fow species are almost universal and extremely abundant. It is thoso creatures which causo tho milk to sour. Somo of thorn do this by tho production of an acid; others curdle tho milk by causing a forment liko that in rennet. All of thorn aro moro or le3s harmful.\— St. Louis Republic. Onco Every Fifty Years. The Brownia ariza is a botanical cu riosity. That fact notwithstanding, howovcr, its scientific name would not havo been used above had tho plant a mors common one. It is a species of palm, and i t i s known to bloom only after intervals of exactly fifty years. There is but ono specimen of Brownia in the conservatories of Europe, that in tho collection at tho Geiman Imperial Palace. Tho blossoms last but forty hours, and to get sight of a Brownia in full bloom is ono of tho sights of a life time. The ono i n question bloomed in July, 1888. The only other instanco of ono blooming in\Europo was that at the conservatory of tho Duke of Norfolk, which bloomed in June, 1S51. It died in 1S58. Thero are 11 2 colored womon ing studies .abroad. pursu- (VORDS Of WISDOl. Three removes arc as bad as a fire. Philosophy is nothing but discretion. Peoplo have either too much or not enough to do. Tho man who refuses to profit by ex perience makes it. There aro not many big thieves, but a good many little ones. Politeness has been well doaned a3 benevolence in small things. Men's morals should bo measured by the way they affect other men. As soon as a man acquires fairly good sense, it is said that he is an old fogy. There is only ono time that you know exactly what a man is—whoa ho is dead. A'man is all tho better for trying to be good, no matter what tho motive may be. So many people fool two silver dollars in their pockets and think thero aro three. Somo people never gossip, becauso they spend all their time in talking about themselves. Almost every girl conSIo3 to her in timate friend thut she is tho Cinderella of her family. Better to have loved and lo3t than to have loved and won, judging from the divorce court records. It is unfortunate that so many can in vent excuses for bad habits. There is no excuse for bad habits. When a man is convicted of foolish conduct ho nearly always says that tho people arc not \liberal\ oaough. Poverty is very good in poems, but is very bad in a house. It is very good in maxims and i n soroion3, but is very bad in practical life. The truly proud man knows neither superiors nor inferiors. The first ho does not admit of; the last ho does not concern himself about. One Mail's Remarkable Lnck. The luck of Jim Wardner is tho talk of thousands of people up and down tho Pacific Coast. A mule found a mine and made a fortune for him, and now there comes another story, apparently somewhat gauzy, that a dog has founl another oue for him. Wardner has been a wanderer in many lands. He has tried farming, freightiu,', raising ornnges nt San Bernardiuo, buying stocks iu Pino street, and enough other thing to mako one s head swim to remember them. Ho is known as a good deal of a plunger, and has been rich and poor many times. It was the Bunker Hill and Sullivan mine, supcrinteuilcJ by John Hayes Hammond, that the r.iule found. Ward ner had wandered with the first adven turous prospectors to tho Crnur d'Aleno country. For many months tho snow lay deep upon the ground. H e and his partners wero camped in a deep gorgo in the mountains, prospecting as best they could. They had a big brown mule named Jacic to freight their bacon and beans and picks around. One day after the mulo had extracted all the food that could be found in the tomato cans and other rubbish he wandered off to browse on some vagrant sagebrush just peeping up from the snow. In getting at the sngobrush ho slipped on the hillside and displaced a stone and some loose dirt under it, and there lay tho ore of tho out-cropping of the great voin of the famou3 Bunker Hill and Sul livau Mine, worth millions of dollars. A town sprang up—the now well-known town of Wardner, Idaho, whero a num ber of other rich minc3 have sinco been discovered—and Lucky Jim Wardner, as he is now known, was transformed in a day from a moneyless prospector to a millionaire. Tho aged mulo who had mado the fortune wus feted as mule never was be fore. He was taken to Corvallis, in the Willamette Valley, and put iu luxuriant grass up to his thighs. A man was hired to take care of him nnd supply his small est want. A luxurious bnrn was fitted up and a regular allowance made for him by Wardner and other3 he had benefited. Jack is now whiling his last hours away in luxury. Many peoplo call to sec him. He has the strangest history, perhap3, of any mule that over lived. Wardner has for some time been bank president, and is now known as the Hon. Jame3F. Wardner, but to a myriad of peoplo ho will always be known as plain, unostentatious and lucky Jim Wardner.—San Francisco Examiner. HOUSEHOLD MATTERS. TO PERFUME A ROOM. It is said that it branches of the Nor way spruco be broken off, brought into a room and placed in a laige jar or jug well filled with water, there will, in a fow days, be tender, pale green branches that will feather out, soft and cool to the touch, and that will givo out a most re freshing, healthful and delightful odor. Tho Norway spruco may not bo within reach of all, but there will surely be some who can obtain aud put it to the test. We shall bo glad to learn if tho spruce does really d o what is claimed for it, and hope thoflo who try tho above described method of perfuming an apartment will share with us their experiences.—Detroit Freo Press. KEEPING EGCS IN DRY r.VCKING. A fow of tho methods of packing eggs dry for keeping havo been tried at the Now York State Experiment Station. With these the eggs were all wiped when fresh with a rag saturated with fat or oil in which had been mixed somo nnti. septic, and packed tightly in salt, bran, etc. Eggs packed during April and May in salt, and which had beon wiped with cottonseed oil to which had been added boracic acid, kept from four to five months with a loss of nearly one- third, the quality of thoso saved not be ing good. Eggs packed in bran after tho samo preliminary handling were all spoiled after four months. Eggs pecked iu salt during March* and April after wiping with vaseline to which salicylic acid had been added kept four aud tivo months without loss, the quality after four months was much superior to ordi nary limed eggs. Theso packed eggs were all kept in a barn cellar, the ordi nary temperature of which varied from sixty degrees to seventy degrees Fahren heit, and each box was turned onco every two days. Little difference was observed in the keeping ot the fertile or tho in fertile eggs, and no difference was no ticeable in the keeping qualities ot eggs from different fowls or from those fed on different rations.—Now York World, An Odd Sui>or3tilion. Two girls sat drinking coffeo in ladies' restaurant. Ono of them had just put tho cream in her coffeo and was about to stir it with a spoon when the other suddenly cried out. \Don't touch it, Knto? Don't disturb it for tho world! Try and tako it up without breaking it.\ \What is it?\ asked tho other, start ing back in alarm. \Why don't you see? There's money in it. Look nt that piece of silver float ing on your coffee!\ The other looked and saw a round white spot, about tho sizo of a quarter, floating on her coffee. \Slip your spoon under it nnd tako it out without breaking it, nnd you will get monoy that you dou : t expect. But if you disturb it in taking it out tho charm will bo broken. Oh, poor Kate! You won't get any money. It's all gone.\ Tho two fair heads nodded in sym pathy as tho ring-around-the-rosy in tho cup broko into airy nothingness, and dis appeared.—Detroit Freo Press. Reckless Waste. A farmer prided himself upon tho strength of an iron constitution, and treated with contempt precautions that weaker men wero compelled to take. Whilo perspiring from work in the hay- Qold, he would throw himsolf on the ground in the shado and go to sleep. Boon that strong man was a physical wreck, and tho few years of his after life were ycars>of great suffering. A young man b y break of day would • be in tho field trying to do as much work aj be could beforo breakfast. All dny it was incessant work, leaving off only when compelled by darkness, and doing chores by lantern light. For years he labored liko n slavo with his hands, but there was littlo brain-work in it. He Devor got rich in this way, and for all the hard-earned dollars he could Scrape together, thero'was an offset of mental poverty. Long bofore ho was old, ho had \worked himsolf almost to death.\ Cui bono? When the grip prevailed about a year ago, ho fell an unresisting I victim.—Hartford (Conn.) Times. DARNS AND PATCHES. Darn all the little brer.ks and tcara with conrsu working cotton (No. 2 is n good size), and patch large holes and thin places with pieces from the strong parts of the cast-away garments These patches should be cat-stitched down on the wrong side. On the ri^nt side the thin places should be \run\ upon and down on tho patch, while the cl^es of a holo should bo neatly trimmed and felled or cat-stitched also ou the patch. Tho bottom of the sleeves of these undcr-flannels often rips apart, nnd when these rips nre beyond repair it is well tc cut off the entire bottom of the sleeves for a couple of inches aud then to hem it again, turning up the raw edge and cat-stitching it on the under side. The shortened sleeve is not a dis'idvantage in warm weather, and, where there are sev eral children, nnd tho undcr-flannels of the older ones, if too short or small for tho original wearers, can usually be util ized by tho younger childrep. Tho gauze or silk undcr-flannels ol adults should be treated in the samo way, mending and repaiiing them as thor oughly as may be. Lastly, mark the in itials of^the wearer of each garment upon tho facing on the inside of the front ol tho under-vest and ou the wrong side of tho band of other garments. Common writing ink will answer fairly well if the indelible sort is not «t haud Tuat the former had good staying qualities any one who has tried to remove ink spots can testify.—St. Louis Republic. r.ucirics. Baked Parsnips—Scrape or par the parsnips, and, if large, cut them in quar ters; lay them on a flat baking dish, add a little water, dredge with tlour and salt; bake till soft and slightly browned. A little butter may bo put on tue top just beforo serving. Mock Mince Pic—Twelve crackera rolled line, one cup of hot water, half a cup of vinegar, one cup of molasses, one cup of sugar, one cup of cm rants, ono cup of raisins, spice to taste, measuro with a teacup. Some use one cup of dried bread crumbs, and also add a small cup of butter. This makc3 four pics. Celery Mayonnaise—Cut off the root end of four heads of celery; separate them and wipo each piece, cut them in inch pieces and then into small, narrow strips; put them in a sa'.ad bowl, add a mayonnaiso sauce and serve. Mayon- naiso is more satisfactory than a plain salad dressing in a celery salad, but tho plain can be used if desired. Orange Peel—The skin or peel of tho orange is as capable of usefulness as thei juice. Boil ono pound until tender; chop fino; to one pint i' tho water in which tho skins were boilcci add three pounds of brown sugar aud the chopped pool. Boil together until very thick, pack into wide mouthed jars and uso the mixture for flavoring. It is delicious for cakes. Soft Waffles—Beat two eggs without separating until very light; add to them one-half a pint of milk; now add two tablcspoonfuls of butter that has beon softened, but not melted, and two cup3 of flour. Beat thoroughly for about five minutes, then add ono heaping tea- spoonful of baking powder, beat again and thoy aro ready to bako. Dust with powdered sugar and serve hot. Poor Man's Pudding—Ono quart ot milk, half a teacupful of rice, salt to taste, teacupful sugar, and one table- spoonful of butter. Bake quite slowly for two hours; when it is creamy take immediately from tho oven. You can toll if it is done by tipping the dish; if the rice and milk movo together it i s dono. A cup of raisins and lemon ot vanilla may b e added. Raised Muffins—Ono pint milk, ono egg, one-half cup yeast, ono saltspooa salt, ono largo tablespoon butter. Flour for a stiff batter. Mix in tho order given, add flour gradually, beating it well, until so stiff you cannot beat. Let it riso over night. In tho morning put it into buttered pans, taking it out with a spoon nnd knifo without stirring out the air. Bake about fifteen minutes. Halibut a la Creme—Remove tho bones from two pounds of boiled hali but, and pick it i t flakes. Lay in a bak ing dish, whilo you minco very fino a small onion and several sprigs of parsley; mix these with a tcaspoonful of salt, a littlo pepper, and two cups of fino bread crumbs; throw all these over tho fish, dot with bits of butter, grate over a sus^ picion of nutmeg, and pour over all sweet cream to cover. Bako until a rich brown crust forms. Milk, thickened with ntcasponful of corn starch may* bo used instead of cream.