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A Very Fine Historic Romance
BY

This Favorite American Author.

A tale of the Great Frederick and his times, the
most momentous era in Germany’s history—alive
with the excitement of war, intrigue, the com-
mon danger, suffering and sacrifice—introduc-
ing many noble and notable characters—in which
Frederick plays an most extarordinary role, that
of two different personnges—while the “ hero”
of the wonderfully stirring and strange drama
is an artisan, a sword and rapienmaker, whose
genius, skill, patriotism, and love for a beauti-
ful woman of eminent lineage makes the story
one of intense personal attractiveness and inter-
est.

While it is history made real, it is, as a ro-
mance, captivating reading, as are all of Mr.
Ellis’s stories, and will be welcomed by our
readers as a very appetizing and enjoyable
literary treat.

Happy-Bo-lu_cliy Papers.

Noah Enjoys a. Quiet Fourth.

DOBBS~FERRY-ON-THE-HUDSON, N. Y.
Along in the Afternoon, July 4, 1890.

DEAR BANNER:—

In the first place, I don’t know why this love-
liest village of the Hudson is called Dobbs
Ferry. There is no ferry here, and I haven’t
run across any one called Dobbs, either, up to

ate.

If Dobbs ever lived here he has gone West to
grow up with the country and taken his old
ferry along with him.

I mentioned this to a man up here who used to
be a friend of mine, and he said:

“ Such is ferry likely the case.”

His obsequies will be celebrated to-morrow.
A good time is expected and all are respectfully
inv1ted to attend. Please omit flowers.

But this is a digression.

My mind is a little unsettled to—day, anyhow.
I came up here for rest and quiet, and I am get-
ting both—with a vengeance.

This morning I said to the landlady who owns
the cottage where I am staying:

“ Mrs. Snooks, the air is full of pastoral peace
and stillness up here today. Quite a contrast
to the Fourth in the city, I assure on. So I
think I will take. my writing material out on
the front piazza, and cOiistruct an essay on
‘ Patriotism, or, The Day We Celebrate ;’ that is,
if you have no objections.”

“ Not the slightest, Mr. Nufl'. You’re wel-
come to the whole front yard if you want it,”
assured she, with an encouraging smile.

I told her I thought the piazza would be
enough, and then, feeling the pent-up patriotism
beginning to sizzle in my bosom, hurriedly
gathered up my munitions for the coming cam-
paign, ensconced myself in a shady corner of the
veranda, and began to write.

When I am about to compose anything out-
side of the line of light literature, says. four-
pound essay on Patriotism, I always like to
start off with a quotation to let people know I
have read something besides my own works and
to give them the worth of their money. So I
struck out as follows:

“ ‘ Breathes there a man with soul so dead
He never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land?’

“If so, he is deserving of the sincerest and
largest assortment of sympathy that can be
raked together at short notice.

“ To him Freedom is only a by-word and the
Fourth of July but an empty sound.”

“Bang! bang!” went Something behind me at
this juncture, something which was certainly
not an empty sound. It sounded like the crack
of doom or a pair of brass ten pounders, and l
was in such a hurry to get up and see what the
excitement was about that I knocked over the
stand on which I was writing, spilling my pen-
cil and paper the whole length of the piazza.

Then, when I found out that the commotion
had been caused by a couple of cannon crackers,
which some one had thoughtfully attached to
my coat-tail and then touched off, I was mad.

I could have whipped the half-brother of John
L. Sullivan himself at that moment (provided
he had been a little chap weighing about ninety-
five pounds), and I posted up a verbal notice to
the effect that I would regard it as a special
favor if the unprincipled wretch who had placed
those inventions of Chinese ingenuity—l should
say iniquity—in proximity to my coat~tail and
then ignited them would come forth and stand
up in front of me for a moment.

He failed to put in an appearance, however,
so I picked up the stand and the rest of the out-
fit and sat down to finish my essay.

“ The great, the glorious and ever-memorable
Fourth! W'hat lessons of patriotism may be
read in that short phrase; what memories clus—
ter around that day of days! What—~”

“S-s-siss! boom! ’

This time it was a devil-chaser—I think that
is the right name for it—that came hissing past
my head, like a meteor out for recess. I jumped
about four feet in the air, again upsetting the

 

writing-stand and spreading the lessons of‘

patriotism and clustering memories of the day
liver the landscape. Then I picked up aclub
and sauntered out to the gate, but I was too late
to obtain a satisfactory interview with the
youth who was responsible for the devil chaser.
I only succeeded in mowing a whole row of
pickets off the front fence With a wild, reckless
sweep of the club, while the fiend aforesaid es—
caped around the nearest corner unscathed.

It seemed almost like encouraging v1c10usness
to let him off so easily, but not being much of u
sprinter at present, I didn’t see how I could
help it very well. So I laid aside the club with
a sigh of regret, and once more yanked my
writing apparatus in shape for action, and re-
sumed the composition of my essay on “The
Day We Celebrate.” _ _ I

“ What a wealth of romance and tradition it
brings us! One hundred and fourteen Fourths
of July have marched by in the rocesswn of
years, to the music of the fife and L rum and the
booming of cannon, since this country kicked
over the British traces and bolted for liberty——
and got it.

“ Some captions critics say we have too much
liberty, but this isa mistake. In a great gov-
ernment of the people, by the people and for
the people, as Sir Patrick Henry used to re-
mark, there cannot be too much free thought,
free speech, free action; in short, too much lib-
erty. No, sir, my friends, Liberty With a big
L is what this country demands in thunder
tones—”

“ But I’ll be hanged if I can’t wallop the low-
born snipe who took the liberty to throw that
giant torpedo at my head i”

That last paragraph does not belong to my
essay on “Patriotism, or The Day We Cele-
brate.” It is an impromptu remark that I
made just after being hit in the back of the
head by a large, able-bodied, patriotic torpedo,
thrown by some liberty-loving son of a g—— I
should say, son of Freedom, in the street.

I garnered a club once more and went forth to
see if he meant anything personal by his ac-
tions, but as usuwl the perpetrator of the out—
rii e was very much non est.

Well, I again resumed that essay, and was
proceeding to inform the ublic what it was
that the countr demande i‘n thunder tones
when the fire be commenced ringing, an engine
came dashing pell—mell down the street and
halted in front of the house, a squad of firemen
charged into the yard and up on the piazza,
recklessly upsetting me and my improvised
writing-desk in their haste, and then went on
through the house, coolly dragging forty or
fifty yards of hose over my prostrate form, to
put out a fire under the back stoop, which had
started from a. stray firecracker.

N. B.~I am not enjoying the pastoral peace
and quietude up here quite as much as I
thought I should. It looks now as though I
wouldn’t at that essay completed this season,
so you hadgbetter go to press without it. I’ll try
it again next year, if I can charter a bomb-
proof structure of some sort to sequester myself
in while I am writing it.

P. S.—The firemen have got through putting
out the fire, and have untangled their hose
from my person and gone away; but I don’t
know what is going to happen next. so if it is
all the same to you, I think ,I shall slide down
cellar and remain there the rest of the day.

Yours retiringlv,
I NOAH Nun.

She home Harp.

BY WILL B. GIDLEY.

HI carried a large, oblong stebonrd box un-
der his left arm as he brisk y ran up the front
steps of a pleasantly-situated residence in the
village of Cranberry Corners, Conn., and when
he rung the bell, an angular, sour-looking
female opened the door and raspingly de-
mended:

“ Well, sir, what d’ye want?"

One glance at her would have discouraged any
one but a tramp or a veteran house-to house
canvasser. He happened to be the latter, and he
answered. with an inninuating smile:

“ I have called, madam, to see if you wished

to obtain a harp with which to beguile and.

brighten your leisure moments. Harps, I re-
sume you know, are all the rage in Boston, in»
cinnati and the other great musical centers of
the country. There is no sweeter sound than
that produced by the harp in the hands of a
competent pla er. Besides, the harp is one of
the oldest mumcal inatruments known to man-
kind. David played upon the harp, so did
Rachel and Naomi I believe; and even Kin

Solomon, who has always had the reputation 0
being the wisest man that ever lived, and who
proved it by marrying a thousand wives, did
not consider it beneath his dignity to lay aside
his scepter, in the long winter evenings, while
surrounded by his numerous family, and draw
forth sweet strains of melody from the official
harp belonging to the palace. And then, again,
madam you have heard of the world-renowned
‘ harp t at once through Tara’s halls its soul of
music shed,’ as the poet puts it; and while this is
not the identical harp in question, it is just as
good, or probably better, and we are closing
them out at the remarkably low figures of four
dollars each, with a book of instructions and a
choice assortment of harp music thrown in.
W hat do you say, madam? Shall I leave you a
harp at that price!”

The vinegar in her countenance had, by a re-
versal of the usual process, turned to sweet cider
during the canvasser’s interesting discourse on
the harp, but at its conclusion she slowly shook
her head and said:

“ No, I reckon I don’t want none. I couldn’t
get the hang of it so I could ever play on it if 1
had one."

“ Too bad, but that is just what the lady next
door said. She told me there wasn’t the slight-
est use of stopping to see you.”

“ What!” and the glitter came back to her

eyes.

“ Oh, nothing; I don’t suppose I ought to tell
you the exact words she used, but— Well, if
you must :know, she said you probably had an
idea you knew something of music, and you
would be apt to buy a banjo or a snare-drum if
I had one, but you would look more at home
clawing on a wash-board than a harp, and—”

“She did, eh!” interrupted the angular fe-
male.

“ Yes, and she said—”

“Never mind what else she said! Gimme
that harp! Here’s your four dollars, and now
you can mosey right along about your business,
mister, and I’ll get even with Mrs. J ohnson in-
side of a week or claw every string off the old
harp in the attempt.”

And the vengeful glitter in her eyes gave
place to a smile of anticipation and triumph as
she lugged that harp inside to tune up for the
coming conflict.

NEITHER lions nor alligators would appear at

first sight to be indispensable to the welfare of a,

civilized community. Nevertheless the Gov—
ernment of India has just issued a strict prohi-
bition against killing the few remaining lions
which have escaped the destructive rifle of the
British sportsman; while nearer home the au-
thorities of Louisiana have recently made pub-
lic an order forbidding the shooting of alligators
on the Mississippi between Baton Rouge and
New Orleans. The action of the Governor does
not seem to be dictated by any special love of
the scaly monster, but by fear of rats, which do
an immense amount of damage to the corn on
the riverside plantations. The alligators are
“rough on rats,” but of late years they have
been persecuted by man, and the rats have in
consequence had everythin their own way.
While the New Orleans proc amation is entirely
satisfactory and comprehensible, it is difiicult to
understand the object which the Britmh Gov-
ernment has in view in “ reserving” lions.
Does it propose to keep the utter roaming at
large for the purpose of disposing of the sur-
plus native population of India?

 

Bannerelles.

WE are now told that “ the King of Bavaria,
at Munich, has presented \Villiam F. Cody
(Buffalo Bill), the American sportsman, with a
decliration and a diamond ring. Muss Annie
Oakley, the female champion rifle-shot, was also
presented by his Majesty with a diamond brace-
let and a decoration of honor. The king’s
monogram is on the ring and bracelet.” When
Cody comes home with all his trophies on his
hands and breast, he will look like a base-ball
champion or the chrf of a target brigade; but
as he never was proud of anything ‘out his hair
and hat, we don’t think he will go back on them
for any bauble like the king’s ring or the Grand
Cross of the Legion of Salvator. We’ll wait,
however, until we see what the Czar bestows on
our Prince of Good Fellows. If it should be a
commission as colonel of thc Cossack Guards
we are not sure that Cody will not wear it in his
hatband on his return.

THE name of the young Santec Sioux Indian,
who has just been graduated from the Medical
School of the University of Boston, is Charles
Alexander Eastman, or in his own tongue,
Tawakanhdiota. He is the son of a chief and a
half—breed woman of great beauty. and was
born on the Sioux Reservation in Minnesota.
He is a finely-educated, intelligent young man,
and intends to devote his life to the uplifting of
his race. An interesting fact about him is that
during his whole college career he has found the
neceSSary confinement of his life hard to bear,
and to keep his health at all he was obliged to
run five or six miles a day. There is only this
one fear: that the Indian in him may assert
itself at any time, when, once more in his
moccasins, he is tramping around among the
tepees, or, aslride his pony, he is hurrying to
some breech-clout p0w-wow. To absolutely edu-
cate out of the Indian his savage instincts and
proclivities is really as impossible as to change
the hue of his skin. We shall watch Mr. Tswa-
kanhdiota’s career with some interest.

AMONG slang words that have evidently
“ come to stay " is razzle dazzle. It won’t be
in the Century Dictionary, we infer, but it will
stir/r, because it expresses a peculiar idea per-
fectly. Now We have another new word, which,
as it embodies or voices a new scheme, will be
in vogue, and after awhile will probably get
into the lexicons. It is rizzle, and implies a
state of utter mental inaction, not sleep, but a
forced or induced inertness of will and thought,
so as to give the mind perfect rest. A physician
of note, who coined the Word, ex lains the pro—
cess as he himself practices it. 6 says:

“ I masticate my food very thoroughly at
dinner, and make sure to have my family or
friends entertain me with bright talk and plenty
of fun. After dinner it is understood that I am
going to rizzle. How do I do it? I retire to my
study, and having darkened the room, I ll ht a
cigar. sit down and perform the operation. 8HOW
to describe it I don’t know, but it is a condition
as nearly like sleep as sleep is like death. It
comists in doing absolutely nothing. I close my
eyes and try to stop all action of the brain. I
think of nothing. It only takes a little practice
to be able to absolutely stifle the brain. In that
delightful condition I remain at least ten min-
utes, sometimes twenty. That is' the condition
most helpful to digestion, and it is that which
accounts for the habit animals have of sleeping
after eating. I would rather miss a fat fee than
that ten minutes’ rizzle every day.” The scheme
certainly is a good one. and to those who become
brain weary and have spells of nervous exhaus-
tion, we say, rizzle !

THE beautiful women of the world are re—

uested to send their photogra hr to the

aroness Clara von der Decker, at ifiis who is
making a collection for the museum at Moscow.
We are not informed as to the size of the
museum, but as ten million women in America
alone are beautiful, and Europe certainl has a

note. great enough to dwarf our mu titude,

amness Clara, we fear, will never see daylight
again when that showerof photographs once sets
in. She will be buried under a mausoleum bi -
ger than the Kremlin—a solemn warning to 1
other experimenters with human vanity. If it
had been a collection of the photographs of beau-
tiful men, Madame von der Decker could have
smoled a smile of infinite satisfaction, for she
could have called in twenty-five women as a
Commission of Judgment, and, oh my! what
fun there would have been! As every woman
would have had her ideal, not a beautiful man
of them all would have passed muster on a
majority vote.

THE Lewiston, Me., Journal tells of a Maine
man who is a.selectman, assessor and overseer
of the poor in his town. He is also school agent
and highway surveyor in his school and high-
way district. It is said that the t0wn pays him
$1 per day for the board of his mother-in-law,
and that he has hired his own dau hter for the
school-teacher. An ex-soldier, he raws a nice
sum each month as a pensioner. He carries on
a. farm, and speculates some in farm produce
and stock. He also owns a building that is the
head uarters of a poker club, and he is a leadin
as we I as successful member thereof. It shoul
be added that he does not teach a class in Sun-
day-school, nor does he believe in spiritualism,
nor has he ever voted the Prohibition ticket;
and as for circus performances, he believes in
high license and plenty of free tickets.

KEEP this upon your desk, oh writer! M.
Renan says: “To write well is to think well;
there is no art of style distinct from the culture
of the mind. The good writer is a complete
mind, gifted with judgment, assiou, ima ina-
tion, and at the same time we I trained. ood
training of the mind is tne only school of good
style. Wanting that, you have merely rhetoric
and bad taste.” The only thing which the
novice will require to know of M Renan is—
what is “ good training”? In some of our best
journalists and most successful authors we have
eminent exemplars of slip-shod expression, tau-
tologic statement and poor climax. It is the one
glaring fault of our system of education that
our schools do not teach precision in speech and
efiective form of statement. Indeed, in our
long experience, we have found, as a rule, that
the so-called “ well educated ” are most in need
of the puncturing-pen—are most indifferent to
style and good form. Every editor will hear us
out in the averment that lawyers, ministers
and college—bred men produce the most abom—
inable manuscript of all that drifts into the press
and proof-reader’sfhands. That a “ reform ” is
needed, in our “ high planes of intelligence,” no
person conversant with literary work can gain-
say.

TALKING about the higher planes—here is a
suggestive comment on our primary educational
methods: A Marcellus, Mich., school-teacher re-
ceived the following note from an angry parent
recently: “ May the 6 18.90 when my Boys are
Staing away from School I have Work For
them; and when They are dare you Teach
them, and when They are to home, that is non
of your Bisness you hant rening My Shenty not
bya dem Side, at my home.” This would be
comical if it was not most serious as showing
how the teachers of our common schools are
handicapped in their arduous work by the ig-
norance and yiciousness of a large class whose
children the State essays to educate. The fact
is, our entire educational scheme wants re-
formation.

THE crusade against loafers in public places
has called forth so much comment that the news-
apers are practically inundated with letters.
tances are so numerous of the offensive ac—
tions of men in public conveyances that there is
no end of material for sermons if the question is
taken up in earnest. It is a sad but undeniable
fact that the public nuisance is indigenous to
this country. There are certain specimens of
the “masher” type, for instance, who flourish
in a more objectionable manner abroad than
here, but we are the only people who put up
with tobacco-chewers, tobacco‘spitters, drunk-
ards and hoodlums in public vehicles without a
protest.

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AND THEN THE TRAVELER MADE A RUN.

A TRAVELER is about leaving a hotel.

“ IVell, landlord, here‘s a prettv how~d’ye-do;
you charge me $2.50 for a bed when you know
very well that the house was so full I had to
sleep on the billiard table.”

“ Well, sir, please look at our rules posted up
on the wall there—‘ Ise of billiard table twenty-
five cents an hour.’ ”—Judge.

Wine of the Wits 

HER INFORMATION.

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, l
NERVOUS OLD LADY (in sleeping-car)——“()h, a
porter, porter, where do I sleep?” ‘
Porter—“ What is de numbahob yOuah berth, l
ma’m?” ‘
Nervous Old Lady—“ I don’t see what that ,
has to do with it, but if you must know,i't is
third—there were a brother and sister born be- I
fore hwy—Lawrence American. :

FULFILLING A LARGE CONTRACT. l

“ DO you aanys practice what you preach?" |
asked the tired deacon, of the long-winded min-
ister.

“I do, my brother,” said the long-winded
minister, solemnly.

“ Well,” said the tired deacon, with a sigh, I
“I don’t wonder, then, that you don’t seem to
get any time to make any pastoral calls.”—
Somervillc Journal.

A LIVING PROOF.

YOUNG MR. FRESHLY (conversing with an el-
derly friend of the family)———“\Vhen I see how
we have things now, electricity, telegraph, tele—
phone, and think how people lived sixty years
ago, I can’t help thinking that our grandfathers
must have been fools.”

Mr. Oldboy (obviously nettled)—“ IVhen I see
some of their grandchildren, I can’t help think-
ing the same.”-— Boston Times.

EXACTLY LIKE THE BUILDING.

“ DINGUss,” said Shadbolt, as the two met in
front of a hotel, “ they say that this building is
settling. Can you see any indications of it?”

t. No.”

“ That reminds me, Dinguss, by the way,
that you haven’t settled for that last 810

ou—l)

“ I’m just like this building, Shadbolt,” said
Dinguss, sadly. “ I can’t see any indications of
my settling.”—Chicago Tribune.

HOW HE WAS CUREI).

SHE was talking confidentially to her bosom
friend.

“ Now that we are married,” she said, “John
has stopped drinking entirely. I have not de-
tected the odor of liquor about him since our
wedding-day.”

“ ‘Was it difficult for him to stop?” inquired
the bosom friend.

“ Oh, no; not at all. He just eats cloves. He
says that is a certain cure.’ —Life.

A CLEAR HAJORITY.

DE SMITH—“ I saw you kiss Miss Southmayd
last night.”

Travis (blushing)—“Did you?
tunate!”

De Sniith—“ She seemed rather reluctant.”

Travis—“ Well, yes; to tell the truth, she said
no to me with her lips.”

De Smith—“ But her eyes said—”

Travis—“ I thought they said yes.”

De Smith-“ Of course! And the eyes had
it.”—Burlington Free Press.

That’s unfor-

HE KNEW HIS BUSINESS.

A SMALL fishing-schooner was crawling along
the shore of Puget Sound, driven by a light
breeze, one day recently. She was an old~
fashioned craft, manned by two men, a captain
and mate. The mate, who was stationed on
the bow of the vessel, suddenly espied a tide-
rip ahead, and thinking it was evidence of a
sunken reef, hastened toward the stern of the

vessel.

“ Captain Blank, there is a reef dead ahead 1”
re orted the mate.

‘Hnmph l” replied the captain,
changing the course of the vessel.

The mate went forward and watched the tide-
rip uneasily for some time. Finally he again
went aft.

“ Captain,” said he, “ we are getting danger-
ously close to that reef.”

“Mr. Mate,” grewled the ca tain, savagely,
“ you take care of your end 0 the vessel and
I will take care of mine.”

The mate said nothing now, but going for-
ward be seized the anchor and threw it over-
board. It caught on the bottom and the vessel
swung around, how to the wind, with every-
thin shakin .

“ afitain,’ said the mate, as he again went
aft, “ have to report that my end of the vessel
is at anchor.”—Seattle Press.

without

HE TOOK ANOTHER VIEW OF IT.

ABOUT 10 o’clock the other night a watchman
at the foot of Grisw01d street saw a man acting
so queerly that he approached and demanded
what he was doing there.

“ Going to jump into the river,” was the re-

y.
“ When?”
“ Right off.”
“ What for?”
“ Nothing to live for.”
“See here,” said the watchman, as the man
pulled off his coat, “I wish you’d do me a favor.

never hit a man a good stout punch in my life.
If you are bound to go in I wish you would
stand with your heels to the edge. of the wharf
and let me swing my right on your nose."

“Not if I know myse f, I won’t!”

“ But why! You might as well be found
drowned with a broken nose as a whole one.”

“ I allow no one to punch my nose if I can
help it.”

“ Well, you are a mighty particular man.”

“ And you are a mighty mean one 1”

“ Don’t sass me l”

“ And don’t you rub against mel”

And after holding himself ready for a row for
a couple of minutes, the stranger put on his coat
and sauntered off, saying that the man who
touched his nose had better tackle a six-foot
buzz.saw.——Detroit Free Press.

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TOOK LIBERTIES WITH HIS NAME.

CASSIUS or “ Cash ” Cologne, as he is usually
named, a wellknown i'eSident of Fauquier
county, Virginia, recently paid his first Visit to
New York. Wishing, unlike so many men, to
show his thought for his wife when out of her
sight, he entered a leading drygoods store for
the purpose of buying a dress pattern or some
such suitable object. Walking up one of the
aisles he was more than suiéprised to hear some
one in the dim distance Ion ly yell out—

“ Cash!”

Naturally surprised, he looked in the direction
whence the voice came, supposing the owner to
be a friend or acquaintance, and that Gotham’s
proverbial looseness of habit permitted this
manner of salute. Still he could see no one that
he reco ized.

IVon ering more and more, astonishment
grew to boiling-point, when, as if by a precon-
certed signal, from all quarters of the room
came perSIstent cries of “ Cash! Cash! Cash!”
This was more than the Virginian chivalry, in
the person of Mr. Cologne, could bear, and, as
at that moment a. clerk with a locomotive-whis-
tle voice, standing right back of him, capped
the climax by shouting the name in his very
ear, he turned round and remarked:

“ Look here, young fellow, you folks may
think you’re having a lot of fun with me, but if
you use my name that wayIagain I’ll break your
neck.”

It took the proprietor and six floor-walkers
half an hour to convince him as to the facts of
the case and that no harm was meant. Mean-
while he carried on in such a way that half the
salesmen went out and got big accident insur—
ance policies, good until the Virginia gentleman
was booked to leave town—Southern Eac-

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Correspondgils’ Column.

[This column is open to all correspondents. In—
quiries answered as fully and as promptly as cir-
cumstances will permit Contributions not entered
as “declined ' may be comidered as accepted. No
MSS. returned unless stamps are incloseu.l

Declined: "How Robert Won lIis Wifez" “The
Catch-on at Calamounr;“ “King I’ickles;" “All
“ l'he Secret 'l‘ruccr Find;"
“Lamp Pest Lyricsz' “ A Red Honevnioon;"
"Cap Cobb‘s Queer Custoiner;" “ A Surgeon's
Ilund;" " )lrs. Hogahouni’s l’cnrflt " “The StabkL
man‘s Testimony: ‘ " Lord Lickeni's Syndicatef’
" A (‘orner in ()wls;" " Wm. Killed the Major?"
” 'l‘lie Break-“pat. Duwn;" " William XL—Rocksz"
“ The Dude cf lligh-Sliiiit;" " Taking the Census."

Mas. C. B. The writer referred to has been dead
ten years.

.Jonx CI'RRY Letter to you of May 2d returned
as “ not calll d for.”

LAnRY. Learn the carpentrr's trade if you can
get your guardian’s consent.

Smrnnx. “ Mode/x opp/vim]; ” means the manner

, or mode of operaling the Scheme.

GiGNOUX. Thirteen iII‘Ii’ es an a star for each
State is the only legal National flag.

ROSE. If the daughter’s voice is fine, it is a
special gift that should becultivated. Consult some
good singer.

FANCY. It is very difiicultindeed— impossible,in
fact——to say “what is the finest stanza in the Eng-
lish language. These "finest" stanzas, if quoted,
would fill a volume.

MACMACK. Until the new census returns are re-
ported. cannot say what is the actual Indian popula-
tion. There are probany not more than 100,000, all
told, in the Indian Territory~ Counting every tribe
there.

Em). Gymnastics may improve and strengthen
your pliysuue, but will not add to your height.
You probab y will never be any taller. Cases have
been known, however, where persons have grown
in stature after tWenty-thrcc.

JACK Connn'r. When alocomotive is go'ng around
a curve. the wheels on one side slip more than they
do on the other—The trade of a machinist is the
best of the thn. e named. We are not familiar
enough with the other two to say which of them Is
the most desirable.

LEM SEASONS. Don‘t know of any book better for
advice to you than Peter Hencerson’s “ Gardening
for Profit.” As to u'liele to garden for profit, you
have the choice of a vast region—from Southern
Florida to Long Island. Gardens around all the
great cities usually pay the skilled and industrious
cultivator.

RAGING CANAWL. If the Erie canal was aban-
doned it would result in giving the railroads su-
preme control of the carrying trade between the
West and the seaboard — make them literally mas-
ters: a fate most devoutly to be averted considering
their already tremendous and dangerous power.
Keep the canall

SANDY G. The knowledge of the ingredients used
in making parlor-matches is a secret; that’s why
the makers are rich. Lucifer—matches are sticks
tipped with sulphur or wax or parafflne, and then
with the match composition, potassium chlorate,
phosphorus. red lead,and glue. Potassium nitrate
may he need instead of the chlorate.

B. N. The Grand Central Station in New York
City was first opened for business Nov. 1, 1871. The
New York Central Railroad used the surface tracks
of the Harlem Road for over four years before the
Fourth Avenue Tunnel was opened, which was along
in 1876. That improvement cost about 87.000000,
and it was partly borne by the City of New York.

HARVEY B. To improve your “oratory,” recite
ood speeches: study enunciation and diction, mak‘
ng every syllable distinct and every word round

and full; never mind the gestures on the start.
We have no orators nowadays—plenty of speech-
makers, but no speakers who make Cicero, Demos-
thenes, Burke, Sheridan, Pitt, Bossuet, their models.

Miss BECKY. The “Underground Rallwa " was
the name for the method adopted for aiding ugitivo
slaves to escape to Canada. It was, in fact, a secret
organization started about 1880. and ending with the
abolition of slavery. It had “stations ” all through
the free States, where fugitives were received, fed,
protected, hidden, whence they were forwarded to
the next station. There are many books on the
subject.

EuzAlnc'rn B. Therois much imprudence in an
unreasonable jealousy. It is a sure way to drive
your husband rom you. Hisri hts to society were
abridged by marriage, but to emand of him the
total sacrifice of his friendships and associations is
to place him in a very humiliating position. No
magnanimous or just woman will justify you in
that. and the young lady referred to very proper]
resents the " home rule ” over her friend. Our adv-
vice would be to make the lady your friend as she
is of your husband. '

Lipscoun. Have no “ inside knowledge "regarding
the Authors’ Club. It is a kind of mutual admira-
tion society we infer, from what we have been told.
You'll have to find some one who is a member and
who is willing to present your name and indorse you
as “one of them,” worthy to be admitted to the
high honor of membership. Then you pay your 350
like a little man (or short-haired woman) and be-
come a high private in the Elect Circle» presumin ,
of course, that you have really and without hefp
“writ a book." If you haven't you cannot enter
even the vestibule.

C. S. E The salary list is as follows: President,
$50,000; Vice-President. $8,000; President pro. tem.
of Senate. $8.000: Speaker of the House, $8,000;
Cabinet omcers, 88,000; United States Senators,
85000; Members of Congress, $5,000: Chief Justice
of Supreme Court. 510.500: Associate Justices of
Supreme Court, 310,000: United States Circuit
Judges. $6,000: United States District Judges, $3,500
to $5,000; foreign ministers, (Great Britain, France,
Germany. Russia) each. 317,500; other missions.
85.000 to $12,000. The list for Departments salaries
is too long to give here.

CLARA AND GRACE say: “Two'young gentlemen
have waited upon us for nearl a year Lately we
have quarreled, but we would ike to have the dif-
ference made up. The gentlemen are brothers,
and always go together and are often at the house
of a friend. Do you think there would be any im-
propriety in our endeavoring to meet them? They
pass our house every Sunday; would it do to make
an opportunity to speak then, by inviting them in i"
There is no impropriety in your arranging to visit
your friend when they will be present: or in ask-
ing them to come in. if you should meet them
near home upon a Sunday. But do not a pear too
anxious for their society; that is unseem y. Gen-
tlemen, unconsciously to themselves sometimes,
lose respect for ladies who make advances.

READER. You should say. “She song very finely
and looked very prettily.” To say “ she sung very
fine " is to state that, in some past time, she sung
in a fine (little, small, thin) voice—Rub the face
with lemon juice at night and wash it off in the
mornin . Or use a ripe tomato juice in the same
way.— 6 know of no preparation for making a
stout person thin that will not at the same time do
the health injury. A good corrective for the ten-
dency to fat is to avoid eating fat-producing food,
depending mainly on meat, bread (without butter),
fruit, etc.. etc. Drink your tea without cream or
sugar. Use claret wine for a drink. This system
of diet, with two hours’ daily physical exercise,
will measurably reduce the fatty tissue and ren-
derthe health vigorous—Your spelling and punctu-
ztion are quite correct—excellent for a girl of fif—
een.

M. E. FOOTE. You are mistaken about Friday be-
ing the only unlucky day. Thursday has always
been considered an unlucky day in Great Britain.
In Devonshire it has but one lucky hour, and in
Scandinavia itisin equally bad repute. In Cochin
China unlucky days are the third day of the new
moon, being that on which Adam was expelled
from Paradise; the fifth. when the whale swal-
lowed Jonah; the sixteenth, when Jonah was put
into the well; the twenty-fourth, when Zachariah
was murdered; and the twenty-fifth, when Mo-
hammed lost his front teeth. And among some
other nations, the last Monday in A ril, tce first
in August, and the ‘ first Monday of t e going out
of the month of December "are regarded as un-
lucky. Of course no sensible person believes in
these superstitions, which are the merest ab-
surdity.

AIERICAN Bov. We are surprised that any
“ American boy ” should ask Whether Daniel
Boone was a “ real person"—-and. by the way.
"real personage” would sound better. Daniel
Boone was born in 1735 and died in 1820. When all
the territory lying in the Ohio and Cumberland
Valleys was a “bowling wilderness." Boone ex-
plored it and penetrated the wilds as far as Central
Kentucky. See his biography in Beadle's Bio-
graphic Series—Oregon was settled more than
fifty years ago. It was admitted to the Union in
1859. Its growth is slow because its distance from
the Atlantic States is so great—The Capitol at
Washington is the largest building in America at
the present time.—There is a large chart. giving
pictures of the merchant flags of the world. All
vessels keep these charts, and by the flags at the
fore know the service in which a steamer or sailor
is engaged. The nation’s flag always flies at the
main.—lf you have a taste for drawmg, and can-
not have a master, obtain a good drawing-bookand
accompanying cards, and go to work in copying or
transferring.