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The summer had passed very pleasantly and happily to Muriel. Newport had never busngsyer or livelier: her most intimate friends had cottages there, she had met hosts of charming people, every day had hm ht its pleasures. Muriel knew she was great y edmiredfihst she was considered one of the most‘beautiful married ladies at News Ell-t, that the society of herself and hus- and was 0 nly sought. Any entertain- ment at her case was sure to he attended by the best people, for Mr. Anthon was as agreeable and entertaining a. host as his lovely wife was a charming and graceful hostess. N o woman in Newport had a more pufectly-eppointed house, a handsomer or more devoed husband, sprettier pheeton, a fairer reputation, or more exquisite toilets than Muriel Anthon. Certainly there was no reason why she should not be perfectly happy. _ "v 1'â€"' â€"~-‘" 1 So Louie wrote until her letter was com- pleted, and the next day it started on its way across the sea, baring to Muriel the new! that her daughter had met Percy Eniagham. firr‘r‘lfiear child,” she murmured, “she never forgets to write to me, and her letters are al- ways is bright and entertaining ; she has SEE had missed Louie of com‘se, but not nearly so much asmany mothers would have missed an only child. Louie had spent a number of years at boarding-school, Muriel had grown accustomed to living without her, consequently her absence now did not seem at 311 strange or uqusua‘l. " She was alone in her pretty room. lying upon a silken couch drawn up in front of one of the long windows Her father and mother were visiting her ; they had gone to drive with Arundel. while she, contrary to her usual custom. had remained at hcme; they were all going to attend a reception that evening, and she had a slight headache which she thought a little quiet rest in her own foom would banish. She had been reading, but her book had not proved very interesting, and she had let it Tslip to the floor, and lying there indreamy idleness, the wind from the sea. lifting the soft waves of hair from her forehead, stirring the foam- ing laces of her snowy peignoir, she had beenthinkin whats. happy life hers had been It heen all sunshine! all bright nan: .' . . “ Oh, yes,"a, nswcred LOUIE : “ I am Just writing about him now, telling her Where and how we met him, how pleasant and a eeable he is, and how much We all like him ; and to set dear mamma’s heart at rest I have told her too all about his family, of the high social position the Evringlmms have always held, for you know, Mrs. Brent~ wood, mamma is very particular about those things.” “ So am I,” said Mrs. Breutwood ; “ one can’t be too particular nowadays ; but cer- tfinly no one can find any fault with Percy Evringham. And‘now, dear, I will go. and liftiyou finish your letter.” 1 u“. ._.-.. _-.. “Perhaps the deal poet did not know what f know so we“ :that there can be love strong and warm and bright enough to keep the rain of bitter pain, the darkness and dread- nus of sorrow and grief out of life ; for it is my husband’s love that has made my life so bright and Sunshiny.” I VI: was true. False, treacherous, as Aruu- do! had been, untrue to every principle of honor and truth within him, he had made Muriel happy; happier than Russel could have ever made her. The entrance of her mail with Louie’s lat ter roused her from her happy reverie. Ris- ing from her couch she looked down at the envelope with its post-mark, Cologne, a very hapgy smile upon her face. Inn-uni v... It was - oiie lovely afternoon that Louie's letter came to herâ€"41m letter in which the girmlhhad wrigten of Pgrcy Evrjngham. . _ Int/o each life some rain must, fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. No rain had fallen into her life, she had never known any dark and dreary days, and she smiledâ€"a little half ave, half-tender mile. as she said to hex-35} mass. Two lines from a. little paem that was a favorite with her came into her mind : spoke. “ You can ‘79. you,” replied ‘ gtdy,““flavc y‘ .-_ l...” “a mum...“ .. , ‘ . That afternoon Mrs. Brentwcod gomg Into Louie's room found her busily writmz. "13m writing to mamma,” she said, leaking u from her paper. "Shall I when rs. Brentwood, what-a trouble I m to you '(" laughing menxly as she spfiky‘au can tell her how much we all love Mrs. Brentwood, affection- o ” 1i (1 y “a rep e on ‘old her about Mr.Evring- and” “ann v usuw. “â€" n-" m” “ She was tired." she said, wearily, when she joined the rest of the party, and they noticed and spoke of her white face, the pur- ple shaiows under the great dusky eyes. poor Aline 2 she was tired-tired almost of living, she was too passionate, her nature to allow her to suffer calmly; was too strong every nerve 811.11 fibre in her body quivered and throbbed with pain. . . n. H, ‘1..- Danna-"~an nn;nn I'nl-n HIS SACRIFICE : Hugger; and those years woula De so very Wesrisome. “I never thought I should love in vain,” Ihe moaned, bowing her small, proud head her hands. “ I have always thought tint must be so terribleâ€"to love and not. be â€" - .. . ner :-__LL:__ hm lunar: “V m. -w.__‘, lovedâ€"now I know that there is nothing we bitter in_ lif_e.l’.’ . .. 774A_"__ _LA_ Just then Louie caught sight of them, and with her face all bright with smiles beck- oned them to come to hex: "'Ify'ou go," Aline said, in a. voice that sounded strained and unnatural even to her- self; "I wia‘nt to 91: something.” She could not talk to any of them yet; she must be alone for a little while. So she went beck into the cathedral, and there, in a gloomy corner of that great church which few centuries has been building, and which is yet unfinished, Aline Brentwood fought her battle. There was no anger or bitterness in her heart toward Louieâ€"she was too no- ble {or that. There was only the agony, the despair of knowing that she loved Percy.â€" would love him aslong as her life lasted, and that he would never, never love her. She was so young-life without love seemed so terrible to her; she shudderedas she thought she might live thirty, fortv years: perhaps __...... n." . A an tram For Love of Iâ€"Ior. GHAPTER XXIII.â€"(Cox‘r1xnzn.) uv...-V__,,_,, , and those years woixld be‘ao ve}y CHAPTER XXIV. ' As the years had rolled by she bad though less and loss of the shadow that darkened the"'Anthon name. Long ago, when Louie was a tiny baby, the subject had been fresh in her mind, and often she had spoken of it as we all speak of matters that rest heavily upon our thoughts, but whenever she spoke of it her husband’s face turned so ashy pale, it seemed to be such a. bitterly painful subject to him, that after a while she ceased to speak of him about it, and it came about that Arundel and his sin were rarely, if ever, mentioned Once she had said: “ It seems so terrible, does it not ?" con- tinued Muriel, “ to think that Louie and he have met each other, tint they are good friends, ti a: they laugh and ta'k together, and neither of them knows that she is the niece of the man who murdered his father." “Muriel, for God’s sake stop 3” ' She wound her arms around him. But now, after all these years, the time had come when she must speak to him about it, speak long. and earnestly, and seriously; she needed his advice, he must decide for her whether or no Louie should be allowed to remain in ignorance of the red link be- tween the Evringhams and the Anthons. \Vould he be startled and horror-stricken as she was, when she told him of the strange and inexplicable fate which had brought Louie and Percy together ? “OH, Russel, 1 have hadaletber from Louie. She has metâ€"he in travelling with themâ€"Percy Evriughnmâ€"Howard Evring- bam’s grandchild, the son of that ethm Percy I‘lvringhamfi’ “Muriel !” It was a. gasping moan, that was all ; and it was as though the grey mist creep- ing over the sea had settled upon Arundel’s face. She shuddered as she re ated the name, Percy Evringham. How p ainly it all came back to her, the memory of that night so long ago when she had heard it for the first time ; she remembered the White agony upon Russel’s face when he had spoken of the lit- tle fiveyear-old boy whom his sinning, way- ward, reckless brother had made fatherless, and her own feelings for Arundelâ€"feelings of mingled condemnation and pity, horror for his sin, compassion for his miserable, lone- ly, weary 1 fe. “Arundel is dead, we will let his sin die with him, we will not speak of it. ” And he had answered hoarser : “Yes. Muriel, Arundel is deadâ€"dead ; we will not speak of him." She had. no idea. how long she sat there. The sun sank lower and lower toward the horizon, great masses of rose-color and gold banked themselves ‘in the west, over- head the clear blue sky was flecked with spots of .pink and amethyst, far away from the land a grey mist was creeping over the sea. was comin'gâ€"her lmsband~she foofistepg.‘ _ “Is your headache better, In? darling?” he asked, tenderly. “1 hope so. Vhy, Muriel, what is it 1’” Aruxidel had caught a glimpse of Muriel’s white draperies. Through the open window he came, a smile upon his handsome, high- bred face. For 5110 had raised her face to his. He had seen the troubled, anxious, worried look upon it, the trace of sorrowful thoughts about the quivering lips, the pain in the wistful exeg. » She lam her hands upon his arm, dropping her head upon his breast with a long, trem- blipgv sigh. “VI 1151 so glad you have come, Russel ; I wanted you so much, I am so troubFed, so worried about something." . He put his arm caressineg around her. “Troubled and worried 2’ About what, darling 2'" “ Why is it he and Louie have been brought together '2" she continued. “Surely they ought never to have known each other ~~she, the niece of the man who murdered his father. Ah, heaven, think of it ! It seems so ternble to think that after all these years the Evringham and Anthon names are again connected. And how is it that Percy Evringham does not hate Louie because she hears the same name that the man who made him fatherless and motherless bore Y Can it be that he has been kept in ignorance of the manner of his father‘s death, that he does not know that an Anthon killed him ? It must be so ; just as I have kept from Louie the fatal truth that there is a stain of blood upon the proud old Anthon name, so, ‘ perhaps, have the Evringhams kept from Perey the knowledge of how his fath- er died." ‘ The color all faded out of her her lips were trembling, her hands cold. 7‘ Percy Evringham ! The little boy who was five years old when Russel told me that terrlble storyâ€"the little boy who never saw hisfntherâ€"the childof the man my husband’s brother murdered 1" She had read the first two or three pages when suddenly she sat upright in her chair, the look of pleased interest upon her face gave place to an expressi m of startled hor- ror, her eyes began to grow dark with sup- pressed excitement, her breath came qulck and fast, as rapidly, and with painfully m- teuse eagerness, she read over the remain- ing pages ; Ihgn, with a low cry, she clasped her hands together almost despair- ,ingly. Muriel's always did enjoy Louia’s Iettorsi they weresuch pretty, original letters, with little flashes of humor breaking out here and there n them, for Louie had a keen sense of the ridiculous. Stepping out through one of the ion windowa upon a little balcony, cool and s y at this hour of the day, for the afternoon, sun did not shine upon it, Muriel sank down on a low wicker chair, and tearing open the envelope, took out the closely-written sheets of thin foreign note- pager it contained. ’ ‘he see lay shimmering in the brl ht sun- shine, dotted here and there with g earning soils, the blue, cloudlesa sky bent tenderly over it, a few sea-gulls were wheeling in the air. For a moment Muriel’s eyes rested upon the scene before herâ€"she had an art- ist’s eye for beautyâ€"then settling herself comfortably in her chair, she began Louie’s letter. Suddequ she stfu'tgd t9 her feet. He the rare faculty of writing just as she talks ; when I read her letters 1 forget they are letters, it seems as though she was sitting in her old placeâ€"on an ottoman at m feet: looking up into my face, and talking to face, were He had never looked haudsomer than on that evening of Mrs. Earle’s reception, never had his conversation been more entertaining and witty, his manners more graceful and easy. Not one in that brilliant company suspected that a few hours before he had suffered as he had not hufiered for years, no one would have dreamed that this hand- some, stately man with the clear eyes and smiling mouth, had a past :50 fearful, that he himself, turned faint and sick when he look- ed back upon it. He aud‘Mr. Trowbridge went into the smoking-room to have a. cigar after they But the wild rush of remorse, the loud crying out of conscience, was only moment- ary. -It did not take Amndel Anthon’s thoughts lon to travel down from the night when he hel Percy Evringham's dc ad body in his arms to the present hour, though ever detail of those gone by years was touc ed. Back into oblivion went the ter- rible memories, hushed was the voice of con- science, stemmegi the _ti_de of_ remorse ; the past, with its sins and falsities was gone ; the present required thought and action, and defiantly Arundel Anthon raised his head,an expression upon his face as though within the last second he had resolved to control the present and the future, to.challenge even fate itself. Once, twice, he walked the length of the little balcony, then sat down again to take counsel with the evil spirit, to whom years ago he had surrender- ed himself. Percy Evringhern, the son of the man whose life he had unintentionally taken, and Louie, the girl whom all the world believed to be his own daughter, had met each other. What was to be the result of that meeting? Fate had brought them togetherâ€"for what purpose? Arundel asked himself these ques- tions. Finding he could not answer them, he did not stop to ponder them, to fret himself with thoughts and conjectures of what might be. The nervous trembling, the fenrand dread, wzs gone now; he was again his cool, calm, collected self. After all, there was nothing unnaturally strange in the fact that Louieand Percy had been brought together; it did not neces- sarily go to show that evil was coming upon him. He fetched a long breath of relief, and leaned back in his chair. He had been weak and childish to allow himself to be so dis. turbed by the mention of the name, Percy Juingham. “He does not think there is anything very strange or terrible-in the fact that Louie and dead Percy Evringham’s son have been brought together. He has thought it all over, and though 1 do not yet know at what honclusion he has arrived, I am quite sure that he does not think there is anything in it over which ' we need trou‘ble our- selves." Percy Evringham. That name, like a key, opened the long-closed doors of the store- house of memory, and let loose a legion of remembrances. His false, sinful life rose up before him, he saw the black deed he had committed in all their foul nakedness, muvderer, adulterer, thiefâ€"he was all of these. He loathed himself with unutterable loathing. The' western sky was all one blaze of crimson and gold now~the day was dying fast, and while the urple twilight crefit over the sea, Arungel sat there thin - ingâ€"thinking Seriously and earnestly, until Muriel's v9ice intern-med his tlgoughta. ‘ u “ Russel, dear, had‘fofi he}: beater make your toilet for the evening .9" I]- ....... ...._.__-n__ L", 1 ' He was unusually bright and gay that evggin g gt din_ner. Murl'el, seeing no shadow upon his face, swept the little cloud of Worrying thought frqunflher own, sang hgrself : name, Percy Evringbam. A fear of dread and tribulation Was comin , that sooner or later ven canoe would fal crushing upon him, that his was the beginning of the end. Eighteen years had he succeeded in stiflin conscience, keeping down remorse ; he faile to do either now. Conscience lifted its voice, not still and small, but as loud and strong that it enetmted the farth- est recesses of his cart and brain; re- morae, like a swollen river torrent, swept over him. A feeling of fear, vague yet terrible, was upon Arundel Anthon as he sat there on the balcon . 12 had come upon him, when Muriel h mentioned the nameâ€"the fatal He stood calm and hotionless until she had left him, then he sank down upon the low wicker chair, and bent his head until it rested upon the light rail of the balcony. - “Sheis right, is is growing late. We will talk this all over to-night, perhaps. Go, 11033, Murie}, apd malge you; tqilet. ’ It wag Ber maid who spoke." By a mighty effort Arundel regained his com- posnge._ "Mrs. Anthon, it is growing late ; shall I n01: arrangeyour bail: for_the eveping 2: “And Russel," said Muriel, too busy with her own distuxbing, harrasaing thoughts, to pay much attention to his strange manner, “Louie writes as though she liked him, and he liked her ; suppose they should grow to love each other, should want to marry? 0h, Russel, what could we do? Surely, 2n Anthon should not marry an Ewing- am' ’7 His voice was strained and hoarse with agony. his face was white and tense. This was terrible, almost more than he could bear. It was like taking murdered Percy Evringham out of the grave where he had lain so long, and holding the dead form, with the cruel wound in’the head, up before him. Every detail of that fearful night came back to him ; the game of cards, the angry words, the swift blow, the blood upon his hands as he raised the fallen man,the horror, the agony, the remorseâ€"he lived it all over again. “ I know it hurts you to have me talk about it, Russel, we must both talk about it just as we talked about it that night before you went to Mexico. You remember it, don’t 3 on ? how you told me all about Amn- del and his wild,sinful, reckless life, how we spoke of the poor little boy who was mother- less and fatherlesa. Yes, we must speak of it agmn now, for our daughter and Percy Evringham'a sen have met each other, again the Anthem; and the Ewinghama have come together, and we must decide what to do.” “Muriel, Icannot decide now. I must think.” " Véngeancc is mine,” saith the Lord. CHAPI‘ER XXV. The British Museum has just acquired an interesting collection of 39 silver objects which give an insight into the daily life of the Babylonians, and reminds us of the find of the bird-dealer’s shop at Pompeii. These objects, which were all found together on the site of Babylon, consist of fragments of silver. dishes, the broken handle of a vase, and coins, most of the latter being defaced and clipped. It is easy to see that all have been broken purposely by a practiced hand, with the view ofusing the metal again, and we may fiirly conclude that the collection is the remains cf a silversmith’s or coiner’s shop. Among the coins is a. Lycian one in good preservation. So far as can be judged Ixom the vase-handle and dishes, the art is distincliy Babylonian under Persian influ- ence. and the workshop may date from the conquest of Alexander.â€"~Tlle Academy. __...-00 <--->IQâ€"-â€"â€"â€" "Mary Jane,” said Dickey, “isn’t this weather too cold for potatoes 1’” “Dickey,” said Mary Jane, “it isn’t cold that takes off the potatoes ; its consumption.” “Oh,” said Dickey, “I never lived on a. farm.” earth-natures are not sarong enofiéhâ€"m b'e; such an excess of ha piness for alonger period of time. Marie ’3 thoughts were fine first‘toicome back to earth. The form within his arms was trembling in every limb, the face upon his breast was deathly white in the moonlight. One long, deep-drawn breath escaped him ; he was satisfied. Even if the worst that could be should come, it would matter little. No- thing would matter so long as Muriel loved him, and she did love, would love, him al- ways. He could not speak. He could only kiss again and again the soft lips, the little hands, the pure forehead. and Muriel look- ed up wonderingly, as she felt hot tears up- on her face. . “What is it, dear ‘2” she asked. And he answered, finding a. voice at last : “My heart is so full of love for you, Mur- iel, that it overflows in glad tears.” For a few moments they were both silent, those two who were bound together by a. love as strong and deep as any that had ever existed between a man and woman. In every life there are moments of perfect happiness, of rest from allpain, of forgetfulnese of all sorrow that make up for years of weariness and painâ€"moments when the beating and throbbing (f the great fevered heart of the world is hushed,when the swift rush of life’s river is ca‘med. B )t those moments are only moments. Perhaps it is because our Wu vul uuum, um: murmurw. He had pre axed himself for this conver- sation which 0 knew would come sooner or later. Had thought it over sitting on the balcony that evening, so he answered cdm- ' “I think there is nothing strange or start- ling in it. dear. It was simply a chance meeting, that is all. " “But Russel, you do not think that this young Percy knows that Louie is the niece of his father’s murderer 2” “And now, Radial, teli me “hat you think abvut this meeting of Percy Evring- hag’syox} and ourrLouie," she murmured. “You could do nothing that would make me hate you.” she said, passionately. “If, as you my, yon had sinned for love of me, I would love you just the same, though that sin might have been as foul and black as ever man committed. My love for you is more than loveâ€"it is idolatry, it is worship; I could not live without you.” Just an instanfshe silent, then she threw her arms around him He hid his face upon her hair while the waited for b er answer, that she mi ht not see the look of agonized intensity w ich he kngw had .come upgn it. “ Even for love of me there has never been occasion for you to sin; not in the slightest way. "' He caught his breath chokingly. “ Muriel, it. is only a supposition, darling â€"but suppcse, for love of you, solely for love of you, I had sinned deeply, terribly. blackened my very soul, lost every chance of heaven, been false to every instinct of truth and honor within meâ€"-would you, could you, love me, Muriel, or would you hate me? ” “My darling,” he murmured passionately. "I think for love of yes almost any man wonld sin.” She nestled closer to him. “I think sins that are committed for love’s sake are the saddest of all sins,” she said. “It has always seemed to me that it is easier for God to forgive such sins than an others.” nder his breath he whispered: “Heaven grant it so,” while she continued, with a little tender smile : He seated himself beside her on the low couch, and looking lovingly, tenderly at her. The moonlifiit streaming through the open windows fe upon her ; how wondrously beautiful the pure perfect face was in the silvery lightâ€"it was something to have sinned for love of such a. lace as that. With a sudden impulse be folded the lovely white clad figure in his arms, and pressed his lips to the soft, sweet ones which had never, since the day he had first kissed them, re- fused to meet his. “Little did I think that night, when Rus- sel told me the name of the man his brother killed, that when again I heard and spoke the name, Percy Evringham, it would be in connection with my own child.” “I have been waiting for you, Russel.” she said simply, when the door operied and Arundel came into the room. “Come and sit by'gne, I mint to talk to you.” She could not help it, tr as she would ; the contents of the letter a e had that day received from Louie worried and troubled her. She had a vague feeling that this coming of Percy Evrin ham into their lives was in some way to a. ect them: how, she knew not, that only the future would show. Perhaps, [after all these years, dead Percy Ewinng was to be even ad, but it would not be right or justâ€"sure y God would not permit hsr innocent Louie to suffer in any way because of her dead brother’s sin, and Muriel sighed heavily as she said to her- self : reached home; and Muriel, after a little conversation with her mother, went into her room, and after changing her white silk evening-dress fer a loose white wrapper, _dia~ missed her maid, and sat down by her open window to wait until her husband should come up again. Babylonian Silver. (To BE CONTISUED. Newspapers in Russia. Newspapers in considerable numbers do continue to live in Russia. and apparently to prosper in spite of the dangers and lestfic- tians that beset their paths. Statistics show that there is a. t ital in the country of 776, of which 197 are published at St. Peters- burgh and 76 at Moscow. Of these 272 Publications '249 are printed in Russian, 1 in three languagesâ€"Russian, German, and French; 1 in two languagesâ€"Russian and German : gin German, 4 in French, 2 in Latin, 2in Hebrew, l in English, 1 in 1’0- lish, l in Finnish, and 1 in Armenian. Ther- arc 19 daily newspapers, 15 weekly, and 93 monthly publication in St. Petersburg, and 12 daily newspapers, 6 weekly, and 22’. monthly publications in Moscow. Th. largest circulation of any paper isebont 7l,§ 000 ; the next largeet is 25,000. The neighborhood of Cork, in Ireland, is in a. state of panic, owing to the prevalence of rabies among the dogs in the locality. This ha arisen from one of the dogs from the Barrymore kennel having escaped in a state of madness. After being absent some time it returned to the kennel and bit a number of the other dogs there. The au- thorities have issued an order stating that all dogs found at large and not under pro. per control will be disposed of unless claim- ed within five days, and that their owners will be fined. ~ A m0vement is on foot in Texas to accom- plish in but far-seeing men have long urged as an agricultural necessity ot the future. It is to put an end to the absorption of small farms into large ones. Smaller farms with- in the working abilitylof the average farmer, and more of them,is the reform desired. The farmers of Harrison county, Texas, propose to divide their large plantations into small farms, and to ofl'er them to actual settlers on the installment plan, believing such ac- tion will soon convert idle lands into profit- able farms and fill up the country with thrifty taxpayers. The dangers of the European compart- ment cars have had a. fresh illustration in Germany. A couple were travelling near Berlin on their wedding tour. They and an Italian were the sole occu ants of a. section. On entering atunnel the lltalian Presented apistol and demanded the German 3 money. , There was a. desperate struggle, in which the German wrenched away the pistol, but was out five times with a stiletto. A gentleman calls the attention of the London Times to the peculiar loquacity of London spdrrows. He says: “A stranger passing through the Temple between 4 and 5 o’clock p.m. would be much struck by the astonishing noise made by the sparrows on a. p'ane tree at the corner of Paper buildings, Just as they are going to roost for the night. [ noticed a similar display of loquacity on a tree in Stationers’ Hall sourt. I do not know whether naturalists have observed this peculiarity in London sparrows ; but it is certainly a. habit which is not indulged in by their congeners in the country." A number of the California Legislature was asleep when the vote began to be taken on an important bill. and, half aroused by the call of his name, he gave an imarticul- ate grunt, which the Clerk understood and recorded as “Yes.” He slumbered ong and when he finally awoke, the news had gone over the wires to his constituents that he had turned traitor to the cause which he had been elected to champion. A rejected lover was very melancholy at Zanseville, Ohio, and his friends frustrated him in an attempt to kill himself. Then he was taken to revival meetings, in the hope that religion would comtort him. He en- couraged them by becoming a. demonstra- tive convert : but having assured his soul of salvation, as he thought, he got into a. hay- sback, ignited it, and was burned to death. The latest novelty in bonnete is made of wash leather. The London Wa-rehozweman and Draper’s Journal ex misses a hope that the twine trimming whlch was fashionable some time ago will be revived to adorn them with. There would not then be any really bad stock. The shapes could be used to clean windows wit-h, and the trimming come in for tying up parcels. Atrnstworthy person from Gorice, where the Comte de Chambord pssses the winter shooting pigeons, states that the Paris news causeda. great sensation in his household. The Comte now entertains fresh hopes of' establishing his claims shortly, Prince Na- poleon’s imFrudence having, he thinks, destroyedal the chances of the Bonapart- .-‘- The post of Governor-General of Alsace- Lorraine will shortly become vacant by the recall of Gen. Manteufl'el. This is the blue ribbon of the German Government appoint- ments, being worth $45,000 a. year, with palace and various allowances. Prince Rig. marck’s gross emoluments do not .echd $20, 000. When the books of the Austrian (Post Office Savings Bank were first given out to the public the Emperor claimed the first book for himself, and deposited 3 smle sum, signing his name at the head of the long list of participator: in the new under- takmg. The French settlcm in Michigan use- notched sticks for keeping accounts. By making various kinds of notches on the edges of anoctagonal stick a foot long, a farmer can record all his m‘oney matters fox- 3. year. The Paris figure, which alone published Prince Napoleon’s manifesto, sold 300,000- copies that day. Very iate in the evening» the pollce seized about a dozen copiesâ€"all that were left at the newspaper stands. During the recent cold snap an ice bridge- formed across the straits of Mackinac,Mich., so firme as ‘00 resist the efforts of the ferry company to blast a channel with dynamite for their boats. A Minnesota farmer advertised that if the man who had run off with his wife, two chil- dren, and 8500 would return the young ones, he might keep the money and the wife. AGeorgia man broke his luck with sneeze. Mr. Freeman, the historian, intends to collect intoavolume his “Impressions of the United States,” which have appeared in various magazines. During the first; half of Janunxy fortysix . locations of quartz mining were recorded in Montana. INTERESTING ITEMS. IOO<QP ON