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SOME OF THESE DAYS. Some of these days all the skips will ho brighter- Borne of these dnys nil the burdens be lighter; Heart* will be happier?souls will be whiter? Some of these dnys ! Some of these days, in the deserts up springing. Fountains shall flash, while the joy-bells are ringing, And the world?with its sweetest of birds shall go singing- Some of these days! Some of these dnysl Let us bear wit It our sorrow: Faith in the future?lts light we may borrow: There will be joy in the golden to-morrow- Some of these days! ?[Atlntita Constitution. MARIA. I When Harris wont up into the! Pennsylvania anthracite mining re- 1 gions, ho was a strong, handsome young fellow of twenty-three, with rose-colored views of this life and sadly vague ones of the life to coine. . He came from a grassy New England villago, where lie had lived a frank, free, open-air life ahout as exciting! ns a pastoral. He had spent four years at Columbia College, which had i evened his eyes a hit, and then he had gone up into big, black Luzerne County, teeming with two hundred thousand people, three-fourths of whom would better have been drowned at their birth like so many blind kittens, some pessimists thought. Words cannot describe the drear misery of a mining \patch\ in North- eastern Pennsylvania, was an early conclusion of young Harris. You will come across group after group of black and dingy cabins, strung along like grimy huckleberries on a straw. Back of these looms the \breaker a gloomy mass of shadow, blackened by wind and storm that have ground the fine coal-dust into the planking. Culm-heaps, mountains of refuse coal and slate, hide the natural hori- zon, and present a sky-line that is monotonous and uninspiring. Through the hollows, over trestles crossing the ! black swamp-land, out into the brighter world beyond the hills, crawl j long trains of cars piled high with glistening coal. It was at a cluster of huts in a val- ley like this that Harris was stationed. He had a room in an ungainly red frame st ructuro where ham and eggs and raisin pie were t he staple articles of diet, and which was endurable to him only because two-thirds of his time was spent, beyond its pale. The name of this understudy for purga- tory was the Mountain Glen Hotel, and it was presided over by one Mrs. Dw yer. Of course, ho had no friends there. There was no one to interest him, and he had not yet learned to interest himself in common, every- day people, whom we often find to be uncommon and unique when we have once discovered the secret of really knowing. The whole world seemed dismally ordinary to Harris. Conse- quently, when ho looked out of the window of his soapy, pine-tloored boarding-house one evening, a few weeks after his arrival, and saw a slender female figure with a face that was moderately clean and immoder- ately pretty, ho felt that ho had made a discovery of some import- ance. In deference to the sum- mer's Columbian craze, ho called that window for some time the lookout from the Pinta. The girl was Maria (Mah-ree-ah, if you please) di Manicor, and the brimming pail of water she was bringing from tho well did not monopolize her attention. She saw Harris. At Columbia, Harris had learned how to look through a transit?if that is the proper expression?and, upon provocation, could talk about \back- sights\ and \vernier\ with the air of a master. From this it will bo gath- ered that Harris was a surveyor. He was more?he was a mining engineer and had two letters tacked to his name to signify his prowess. Every morning he went into the mines, and, with tho aid of a small Welsh boy and a big Hungarian laborer, he would perforin prodigies of engineer- ing skill which the layman will not, attempt to detail. In the evening he would stroll among the culm-heaps and along the banks of tho black, sulphurous stream of mine-water that flowed through the swamp-land on tho outskirts of the village. Poor little stream! It was not much like his babbling New England brooks. It could not have babbled if it had tried. It could only mutter or yowl. For three weoks Harris took these walks alone. Then ho took them with Maria dl Manicor. Then my story begins. Harris could hardly havo told how his acquaintance with Maria began. First a word or two at tho villago pump, when sho went to draw water; then ho came across her oneo or twice on his solitary evening strolls, until finally it was no longer oneo or twice; it was no longer a word or two. It was every evening, and they would wander through tho swamp for hours. These walks had to be accomplished circumspectly. Harris and Maria would start out separately and would return separately, but somehow or other they always managed to meet when well out of tho village and be- yond tho peering power of curious eyes. Harris was a good young fellow ? as goodness goes, nowadays. It did not occur to him that there was any- thing inconsistent in his going to Hazolton to mail a letter to a girl in Keene, New Hampshire, and at the saino time to hunt through tho shops for a pitir of heavy gilt earrings with garish blue enamel for Maria. Nevertheless, he said nothing about M aria in his letters, and, of course, lie said nothing to Maria ahout tho Now England girl. They did not talk much in their walks along the edge of tho stripping, lie would ask Maria what she called this or that in her tongue and learned' to jabber so fluently in the mongrel Italian dialect she spoke, that ho thought seriously of buying a copy of Dante in the original if lie ever got to a place whero ho could got so civilized a pro- duction, Ho it happened that Maria never told him of her betrothal. For Maria was betrothed, nnd liar- c ris did not know it ; nor did he know that the day was set on which she > and Angelo llossi. with their respect- ivo pnrents and collective friends. were to go to llazleton to purchase nine yards of purple cashmere, with :i sufficient quantity of red velvet and silver and gold passementerie, ciileu- luted to make a wedding gown that would be the envy of the settlement. Angelo worked oti tho \night shift.'' and earned a dollar and a quarter a day. It was a good match, and. besides, her fiance's nocturnal occu- pation gave Maria her evenings tajr herself, Jp * * * : m It. was after seven o'clock, Mw sweet, still evening in June, Jrhcti Maria stole along behind the gffigino- house and through a tonguiMafswamp land, where the naked-Vree-trtinks lifted their knotty hnvurfbes from the oily, sulphurous ooto that had dried the sap in their veij/s and had reduced t hem to weird skeleton frames. She sat down wearily on a tree-stump at the edge of the swamp. Dark against the sun-stained glory of the ! west rose the black ridge of an im- mense culm-heap, and on its crest, j silhouetted against tho glowing sky. was the dark figure of n car, with mule and driver. Maria looked at the scene listlessly. The driver-hoy stoop- ed, pulled a holt and the carload of j refuse slate rolled, grinding down the i slope. One big piece of rock bounded fart her t ban the others, and fell at ! last with a \cling on the treaeher- , ous, shifting sand of the swamp, and the slimy surface closed over it with a grin. \Buon' notte, Maria lriial\ called a cheery voice at her side. The girl's listlessness was gone at once. She turned to Harris quickly with a warning gesture, and lie stopped a short distance away, stand- j ing, erect and good to see, on a little hummock in tho swamp. She had risen to her feet, and was standing facing him on the projecting root of a fallen tree. They were separated by a shallow stream of black water flowing sluggishly over the quick- sand. She began to speak at' once. \You must, come with me,\ she said; and then, before he had time to ! question, she plunged into her story, ! speaking rapidly, hut in clear, low tones. She told him of her betrothal to Angelo Rossi; she told him how to-morrow was the appointed day for I the purchase of the purple gown with its glittering accessories; how their secret could no longer be kept ; how Angelo was beginning to suspect; how she hated him, and how she loved Harris more than all the world, more than the purple gown an't were of finest silk and decked with rubies. Then she disclosed her plan. So childlike and confident she was that Harris could not interrupt her. Sho showed him the contents of a bundle she had under her shawl. It was a parcel of belongings she had taken from his room, innocently gleeful at the thought of how she had collected them without the knowledge of Airs. Dwyer. The bundle was done up in a towel and showed evidences of haste and inexperience on the part of the compiler. There were a pair of overshoes, a handkerchief-case of pale- blue silk, two white lawn ties, a bot- tle of bromo-cafTcine, a tumbler of blue glass, enveloped in a not of yel- low crochet-work with bows of pink \daisy ribbon,\ and intended by- Mrs. Dwyer for the reception of burnt matches. There were also two oranges, a clay pipe and a copy of \Edwin Drood.\ Harris stood like a statue on the hummock. Maria went on with her story, speaking low and eagerly. Harris was not to go back to tho hoarding- house. Had she not here all his most precious possessions? And in the bosom of her gown she had sixty- seven dollars concealed, the sum set apart for her wedding equipment. With this they were to cross the mountain to llazleton, where they would take tho train for New York. Once there?ah, then that dirty An- gelo might plead ! She would have a husband worth a thousand of him. Harris gave himself a little shake to make sure it was not all a horrible nightmare. \But Maria, my little girl, you are wrong. Don't you see it is all a mis- tako? Go marry Angelo. Ho deserves you more than I.\ Sho looked at him a moment, and then, with a sob, turned away. She saw in his face the truth he dared not speak. \ Oh, say not, say not you cast mo oil!\ she moaned and stretched her hands toward him. But sho felt no answering touch, lie was looking at her with a little smile and whistling softly to himself. For a moment she was transformed from a pleading angel to a demon of rage. She stooped quickly, picked up tho bundle at. her foot, raised it high over her head and flung it. full in his face. The clumsy missile missed its mark, howovor, struck at his feet and rolled down into tho pool of coal-dirt, that gave a hideous gulp and swallowed the bundle of bric-a-brac, as it swal- lowed everything elso within its reach. But, ah ! What was that? Did tho branch on which sho was stand- ing turn, or did sho lose her balance? A faint littlo cry of terror, and Harris saw Maria struggling knee-deep in tho treacherous ooze, lie sprang im- pulsively forward, but as his foot touched the surface of the swamp, and he felt the dead weight pulling it down, he paused for an instant. Maria saw the hesitation. \Go back! Go hack!\ she cried. \ It is not for me that you shall die! Thoro is another! Save yourself l'or her! Sho is to havo your love, not Maria!\ Tho scene grow dim before tho young man's eyes, lie saw no longer the grim mass of tho culm-heap, tho writhing of the baro tree-trunks and the slimy surface of the swamps. A long, quiet New England st reet, the great elms, heavy with foliage, moot- ing overhead, and at a bond in tho road, a tall, slender girl, holding her hand to him with a welcoming smile. Tho vision vanished as quickly as it had come; but It. was enough. A moment before tho murderous thought, had Hashed upon him; \How easy to escape from it all! A minute's delay, a mock struggle against the odds that grew greater every moment, and thej? freedom.\ Now ho erist. tjie thoun® f rom i, lm with revulsion. He g«ccd quickly around. Was there n^L nc j 0 j,i v 0 him aid? Yea, there breaker- boy on tho ridge of 1 b<^H C ul in-lionpß who, though beyond could get a faint glimpse of tH,jj m figures fifty feet below, and no w, with wild hopes of a scrambling down the slo|M>. Jpn another. Deep in the t of the swamp Harris sa\\ iufffliiching the (all. lithe miner. With a cry for help, tho young fellow Jftfjirang toward Maria, who by this time had sunk in the quicksand near- ly to her waist. She had stopped struggling and was waiting silently for the end. Hardly had Harris's cry died away in the choking stillness,when another sound was heard?the sharp ring of a pistol-shot. The hiss of a bullet passed his ears, and Harris saw Maria give a sudden start, throw up her hands and fall, face forward, in Hie black slime. All, Angelo! You are more used to dealing death with steel than with lead. A swift blow with the stiletto and the life you sought might have been deftly and quietly cut from tho body, hut wit h t hose clumsy port hern tools no wonder your hand trembled, the bullet, passed its mark and tho wrong life sacrificed to your hatred, The work is done now. It is well for you to slink stealthily away and leave the two alone together. * * * * * And so the purple gown was never bought nor the trip to New York taken. But the breaker-boy saw his \row\ and more, too. For it was ho who found Angelo Rossi's body a day or two afterward on the mountain- side, with a bullet wound in the tem- ple to show how (lie Italian's mark- iminship improved witn pract ice. Por- i haps the only good that came of the whole thing was that Harris left tho region anil went hack to New Eng- land, where he was much happier. For he was a good enough young fel- low?as goodness goes, nowadays.? [New York Ledger. MUSICAL GRASS. Wonderful Effects Produced by Cun- ning Fakirs in India. There yet remain certain corners of the earth where natural wonders of the exceptional sort await the inspec- tion of the more adventurous and curiously inclined. One of these as yet generally unexplored corners lies not far from the old temple caves of Bugh, in India. Here there is a lake in which is a small islet. Around the shores of the lake, and of the islet especially, is a dense growth of reed grass. The forest surrounding both swarms with the deadly serpent tribes and other dangerous beasts of prey peculiar to the jungle. The islet itself is but a tiny one. and when viewed at a distance looks like a pyramidal basket of verdure, so over- grown is it with the tall reeds. The only inhabitants of this isolated spot are tlie übiquitous monkeys, who rendezvous among a few mango trees that grow in the midst. This reed grass is seven or eight feet high and plumed at the top, the color effect of which is as of \ a waving sea of black, yellow, blue, and especially of rose and green.\ But the wonder does not become apparent until the evening wind be- gins to blow. Then the gigantic reeds awake and begin to toss un- easily, and suddenly, in the general silence of the forest around, there is somewhere let loose a whole river of musical sound, first like that of an orchestra \tuning up,\ and then a flood of harmony follows, and the whole island resounds as with the strains of hundreds of vEolian harps. It swells und deepens, filling the air with indescribable melody, now sad and solemn as of some funeral inarch, now rising and trilling upon the air like the song of the nightingale, to die away into silence with a long-drawn sigh. Then again the sounds rise, clashing like hundreds of silver bells; then suddenly changing to the heart-rending howl of a wolf deprived of her young. A gay tarun- telle follows; then comes the articu- late sound of the human voice to the vague, majestic accords of a violon- cello?and all this represented in every direction by hundreds of re- sponsive echoes. Let the wind but rise, the sounds pour and roll in un- rest rainablo, overwhelming energy? eomparublo to nothing but a storm in the open sea. You hear the wind tearing through the rigging, the swish and turmoil and thundering shock of the maddened waves. A lull, and the scene is changed to the dim-lit vault of a cathedral, throb- bing to the long-drawn roll of organ notes, ending, perhaps, in the clangor of an ulurm bell. And so it goes, until your ears ache and your head reels under the strain. On the opposite sido of the lake you will see the (ires of the supersti- tious natives, who congregate to bring offerings to tho-Indian god Pan and his hosts, who are held responsi- ble for the sounds evoked. The cun- ning fakirs alone know better, but because of certain benefits that ac- crue to themselves from those rever- ential offerings, do not cure to en- lighten these bronze-faced devotees. Tho explanat ion is a very simple one. This reed grass is hollow; it shelters a species of tiny beetle, and those tiny insects obligingly bore the holes in these innumerable pipes of the great god Pun. Then comes your fakir, and he, with his knowledge of acoustics?for the superior class of Hindu ascetics arc deeply versed in natural laws?enlarges and shapes and finishes until each reed is a per- fect lute, answering to a certain key- note in the musical scale. The wind is the musician and blows the pipes thus prepared with results as de- scribed. Why the fakir should go to the trouble of attuning tho roods is probably duo to the habitual foster- ing of native superstitions by tho Brahmins in control. ?[Pittsburgh Dispatch. PRACTISING IT. Dlghoad?[ bolievo In lolling the truth in all circumstances. Shui'pun?You aro a liar and a con- ceited chump. Highead?What do you moan, sir? Sharpun?l'm trying to practice what you preach.?[Truth. FOR THE FAIR SEX. SEASONABLE HINTS AND MAT- TERS OF MOMENT. Faahlonabla Fur--Gifta of an Earl to Hia American Brida -- Pochettes# Draaaaa--Riding to Raduoa Flash, A Girl and HarGlovas, Etc., Etc. FASHION' NOTES. Two-toned laces with insertings to match are fashionable. Spangled not is used for ruches and intended for evening wear. Full coq feather ruches of white with butterfly bows of black velvet are stylish with black costumes. Ribbon is easily made into plaited ruchlngs, and is pretty with a feather edge or one of narrow lace. Draped fichus, berthas and turn- down I'lerrot collars of plaited lace or net are used for evening wear. Ruches are finely crimped and plaited silk mull are edged with marabout, lips and arc very airy and becoming. Small ostrich tips, about a finger long, backed by feather aigrettes mounted upon gold hair pins, will be worn with full dress. Tearls, black white and pink, of unique beauty of shape and color, are worn set. bud fashion in a tiny cup of brilliants as ornaments for tho hair. Silk mull makes pretty ruches. Several plaited or gathered rufllesare added, reaching over the shoulder; i they are ornamental adjuncts to a i costume. A bonnet of shirred satin, with velvet rosettes and elaborate garni- ture of lace and small ostrich-tips, is voted one of tho most attractive models of the season. Hats turned up in front and those with brims cut in tho middle and rolled back so as to give a brimless effect, are popular, pretty and very becoming to some faces. New gloves in prune, navy blue and bottle green have moderately heavy stitching ending at the wrist in fancy scrolls. Large buttons in horn or nickel are in high favor. All descriptions of ostrich ruchings and bons arc fashionable, white and black, however, taking the load; tho latest tints of Nile, rose and helio- trope are used for opera wear. Jet in every form will be more in vogue than over?crowns, bands, aigrettes, buckles and sprays being eagerly sought for hat and bonnet decoration by both young and old. A modification of the blouse-waist idea has the back drawn down quite smoothly over the lining, the sides almost close-fitting and tho front in a full-draped vest. Tho style is very pretty. A charmingevening-bonnet is made of a roll ol' white satin and heliotrope velvet. Tho crown is a bit of oriental embroidery in white and gold, and tho trimming is of aigrettes and tiny ostrich plumes. Although very much is said about tho over-skirt, it must not for a mo- ment be supposed that fashion arbit- rarily demands it. There aro quite as many drosses without as with it; and tho drapery idea, while it gives variety to an imported assortment, is not by any means adopted by tho generality of women. Frill ruchings and frills aro tho distinctive feature of nock dressing just now. Black net, odgod with whlto or black lace, is tho most pro- nounced style; those ruchings aro made by taking not, ribbon, raveled silk or almost any material and lay- ing it in triple or quadruple box- plaits in tho centre; these fall to- gether and make the desired fullness. FASHIONABLE FUR. Ermine, tho royal fur, which has for a number of years been banished from general use among furs is again coming into tho foreground. At present tho liking for black and white is tho cause for tho reappearance of this old-fashioned fur. A fashion- able black velvet, cloak has an ermine tippet, and, wide as its circular cut is, the ample mantle falls in soft and becoming folds round the figure.? [Now York Mail and Express. GIFTS OF AN KAlil. TO HIS AMERICAN BRIDE. Tho Earl of Essex, who married Miss Adelo Grant recently, presented a wonderfully complete traveling bag to his bride elect. It contained a manicuro set, two scent ditl'users, writing materials, a large number of bottles, and cases for soap, brushes and so on. There wore also a clock cased in sil\|ar scroll-work, which runs for oijjUt days whoa wound, a silver spirit Isfcup for curling tongs, and a railwtA- lamp. Tho bottles have double tips, ana the fittings are ill henvy silver, chased anrl pierced Iby hand. The bottlesareof diamond cut glass bearing the monogram A. E. (Adelo Essex), surmounted with the Countess's coronet. The bag is of green leather, and contains a secret drawer. The Karl also presented his bride with a white morocco traveling case for afternoon tea. The articles are all of silver with the coronet and monogram.?[New York Sun. Kinrxo TO REDUCE FLESH. The horsemanship of the women to be seen in Northern riding schools causes derisive smiles among the Southern and Western women who sec it. There are a few instances of fearless riding by young women who have learned to scamper across the fields in the country, and who have a good seat and a firm eye; but the majority of women riders are painful to look at. It is evident to horse- women from out of town, who ride for the pleasure of riding and not to reduce their weight, that the dread of too much fat takes most of the women to the riding schools. The riders are, in some instances, so pon- derous that getting them in the saddle is a work of breathless danger. They always wear the tight est habit s possi- ble, and after tlio first few steps of the horse their faces are inflamed and their breath comes in quick and plaintive gasps. But they stick to it until the prescribed half-hour's exor- cise has been accomplished, and then they weigh themselves and dress, under the impression that their figures aro regaining their sylph-like and youthful proportions. The rid- ing masters believo that these women eat and drink so much after their ex- ercise that there is never any percep- tible decrease in weight.?[Philadel- phia Telegraph. A DAINTY WOKK BASKET. The following illustration shows a small work basket, and one that is peculiarly well suited to fancy work. It requires no foundation beyond that of heavy white cardboard. Cut one piece for the bottom in a complete hexagon and one for each of the six sides in the shapo the drawing shows, taking great care that the lower edge of each shall fit exactly the side of the hexagon to which it will be at- tached. Cover the bottom with plain white or delicately-colored linen, but on that used for the sides embroider some simple floral design, on that part which will make tho outer covering. Cover all six pieces neatly and to the inner side of each at tach a pocket. Then overhand firmly the lower edges to those of tho hexagon; and when you have turned them all up and tied tho upper edges of each two to- gether with a bow of ribbon tho basket will bo complete. POOKETLEBS DRESSES. The modern dress remains poekot- less to the end of the year. A modiste would laugh at tho suggestion of a protest. Even the jackets aro with- out a receptacle of any sort for a handkerchief or car ticket, and there is no alternative but to carry the big pockethooks which, while shorter than those of a few years ago. get more folio-like in width every season. Tho capacity of these lizard, alligator, seal, boar and morocco books is not obvious until the contents are dis- lodged. Not only visiting cards, a shopping list, money, a lead pencil, handkerchief, key, stamps and the usual collection of samples, recipes and poems furnish the average book, but the average woman comfortably locates a watch, powder rag, pin disk, church calendar, lip rouge paint and a job lot of business cards advertis- ing the places where antique furni- ture, tailor-made dresses and com- plexion lotions may be had for the proverbial \half nothing.\?[New- York World. A TEA TABLE. So prevalent is the fashion nowa- days for a tea table that every home is on tho qui vi*'o for that small sot out. A good squaro table in one corner is all that is required, bo it of walnut or ebony, and tho tasteful arrange- ment of cups and saucers gives to it tho inviting appearance. In the way of drapery there are tho satin damask in all colors and the linen damask with embroidered edges, or the table- cloth of home-made ornamentation, with fringed edges, and the designs done in silk floss in different flowers or conventional methods. Suppose the flowers are delicate carnations in pink, in which how- knots of sea-green are interspersed here and there, leaving the middle quite plain, with only a monogram in centre. After the cloth is on. the china tray is the first object which meets j our eyes. It is the popular fad this I season, and is in all its glory in well- appointed homes. They are of me- I dium size, with curved sides and handles at each end. The background is generally the prevailing tint, and graceful vines or bouquets of flowers are painted directly in the centre. If salmon is the tint preferred, then j azaleas form a striking combination. There are two teapots; the largerone, wherein the tea is made, is of good shape and picked out in blue and white. Along the top rim is this 1 happy inscription : \Yet for Days o'i All Id hang Syne We'll Tak' a Cup o' j Kindness,\ while the handle and spout are of true marine blue. The smaller pot is of a rich terra cot la, on which the border forms almost a jeweled surface. Both of those tea tasters are of English make, the lat- ter being from Devonshire, and has ! beeii in the market but this season, and is not usually found in the household stores. The cracker jar need not match any adornment of this delightful plan. Yet the white and gold are always in capital favor. It should be generously filled with small crackers of all kinds. On a small platter are slices of lemon. The afternoon tea has at last be- come the fashion of the day, and to people of limited means and small service it is indeed the true charm of hospitality. So to every home woman we say: Lot no one enter your castle, however small it is, without that \cup of kindness\ which insures a hearty welcome, a pleasant greeting, a frugal entertainment, above price. A GIRL AND HKll GLOVES. Just think of it a little and it will dawn upon you that a girl's gloves have considerable to do with her rep- utation. The average individual sizes her up according to the prefer- ence she shows in color, the cleanli- ness and the fit of this garb for her hands. The girl's skirt may hide the fact that her shoe lacks a button, a jacket may concert 1 a frayed sleeve and a bunch of roses or a big chrysanthe- mum may lessen theconspicuousnoss of a shabby bertha. But the gloves always reveal their defects and like- wiso their attractions, which arc somehow instinctively accepted l>y the observer as so many signs of their owner's cliaracterist ics. There clings to gloves thai u girl i has worn a sort of personality, which accounts for the tendency of lovers to appropriate these small pieces of their adored one's toilet. A man said last night : \If I were contemplating matri- mony I would get several sharp looks at tho gloves worn by the objoet of my afl'octlons. J3y that means I should find out somewhat concerning her extravagance or prudence, I would observe how she puts her gloves on, how she buttons them, how she wears them, how she takes them olf and how she puts them away until the next outing time. All these 'methods' are hints concerning indi- vidual habits.\ ?[Detroit Free Press. WHY SHIi.BOUGUT Al'ltONS. \It was ai'tor lojig and serious thought,\ Millicont, who 18 to be married and who was showing her be- longings to an admiring coterie, \that I decidcd to have all these aprons.\ \But why,\ demanded one of the girls looking at the bewildering col- lect ion. \Because 1 have discovered that nothing appeals to the masculine mind so much as an apron,\ an- nounced Milllcent. \I have observed that when I wore my pa4nting rig Henry found ine irresistiblo. Those* two high-necked, long-sleeved, blue things are artists' aprons, girls.' ' When we have come into the studio from a walk and I have put on a long white apron and devoted myself to chafing-dish cooking, ho has sat breathless with admiration. That's the reason for those big, white aprons there. When I wore one of those silly, ruffled, white silk things and sat behind the tea table, ho was filled with adoration. And it was when I was wearing one of those fancy-work aprons and making presents that he offered me his very largo heart and hand and very diminutive fortune. Hence these aprons.\ And every member of the coterie promptly went off and invested in aprons. There were long white nain- sook and cambric ones for wear in the morning, when they wero really helping. There wero long blue ging- ham ones with bibs for the kitchen. There were tiny China silk affairs, with ribbons and rosettes, to make ! them look charming at the tea table, and silk and gingham ones, with the bottom turned up and divided into pockets to hold fancy work belong- ings.?[Philadelphia Times. A BANK ON WHEELS. How New York's Elevated Employes Are Paid Off. Possibly few people ever saw a bank on wheels; or, if they have seen one, didn't know it at the time. There is a bank on wheels running through the most crowded streets of Now York every Saturday. It is attached to a steam engine, too, and if necessary runs over a good many people. But New Yorkers are growing so accus- tomed to being run over that they don't mind such a trifle?especially if the engine is on the elevated tracks. If you should happen to be on a station platform Saturday afternoon and sec an engine come swooping along with a single car behind it, stopping at every station, but taking on no passengers and lettingoll none, it's the hank on wheels. It looks just like any othercar on the outside. Through the windows, however, you will observe that the middle of the car appears to have the samo fixtures of rail and counter and paying tellers' windows to be seen in any bank. There are several clerks of aristo- cratic bearing behind these fixtures, j just as there are in all other banks, j There is cash in plain sight, but dis- mally out of reach, just us you may ; gloat over through the screens of glass and steel of other banks of more sed- entary habits. There are similar big ledgers and day books and all that i sort of thing. You will also see the ticket seller of the station slam down his little window and dash out on the platform and into the car, followed by the man who has charge of the room, and one or two other men jfn uniform. The guard at the roup of the car will open the gate for mem. They line up to the counter inside and write their names in a book. The paying teller passes something over to them. They grab it and dash out again just as the bell rope is pulled, and the engine goes oil' with asnort. The \crew\ at that station have re- ceived their week'*! pay. By the time your train comes along you will see the bank on wheels slowing up at the next station, and there the \crew\ of that station are undergoing the same process. The bank is ahead of you all the way down. When it reaches the Battery it stops quito a little bit, for there aro a good lot of oflicials there to be paid. Then it starts up one of the East Side lines, doing what you saw at your station. When it gets to the end of the route it switches otf to the downtown track and takes in all the stations on that side, and so on from one lino to the other until all the day crows have been paid otf. Early in the evening the traveling bank starts out again and does the whole job over aguin in the same way, paying off the night \crews.\ Thus the elevated road manage- ment clears up its payroll along the several lines every Saturday with- out missing a trie* or losing a minute's labor of one of its hardly worked and poorly paid employes.? [Pittsburg Dispatch. The Tomb of Confucius. The city of Chufu-hslon, (.ho Mecca of the believers in Confucianism, is in the province of Hhimgtung, one of the most populous districts of the Orient. Here Confucius was born, and here his sacred bones lie burled. The tomb, which is located in one of the largest cemeteries in the provinco, about three miles out from the city above mentioned, is one of the most imposing in tho whole Em- pire. The grave itself is surrounded by an earth mound about twelve feet in height, the whole surrounded by a cluster of gnarled oaks and st ately cypress trees, llefore the mound is a tablet about six feet broad and twenty feet high, upon which is in- scribed the name and deeds of the great founder of Confucianism, a re- ligion adhered to by over 100,000.000 I human beings. The burden of this inscription, according to reliable translation, is \I'erfect One,\ Ab- solutely I'ure,\ \Perfect Sage,\ \First Teacher,\ \Great Philosoph- er,\ etc. The avenue which leads up to the philosopher's tomb is even more in- teresting than the actual place oA burial itself. On each side avenue are rows of tigures animals cut in stone ?lions, elephants and horses, besides numer- ous mythical creatures, such us ani- mals half dog and half frog, beasts with four legs and twice as many wings, besides a multitude of un- nainahle/monsters that never livccj on the c/irth, in the water or in the air. taken altogether, the burial place of Confucius is one of the ehiof spotSj6f interest in the Orient.?[St. Louii liepubllo,

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