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THE THREAD OF LIFE When the hired mantrom hhemews behind flung open the drnwing-room door in his lord 1y way and announoud in a very loud voice, "Mrs B'mverie Burton and Mrs. Hugh \du singer,” neither Warren not Edie was in the irons room to hear ‘he startling announce- ment. which would cerhinly for the mom~ out have taken their brenth away. For com ninnionhlonu between the bonnet! of Ralf and Masamger had long since ceased. Bub War- ren and Edie were both lip-stairs. So Winifred 8nd her hostess pmed Iidly in “it Sanâ€"fiého.' Yes. ' She spends her Winters there. For the aummera,she a] ways gogiglp Sh Martin”! 1 .,,#A_.j _:‘L _ It was innocently said, but Winifred's face was one vivid flush of mingled shame and humiliation. Talk about ozaute du diable indeed; she never knew before she had grown so very plain and ancient. “ I’m not quite so old as I look, perhaps," she answered hastily. “I‘ve had a great deal to break me down. But I’m glad to learn where Elsie is. anyhow. You said she was living at San Remo, I'fency 3‘” 1 1,, “Thank you,” Winifred answered with a throbbing heart. “I’m glad to have found out at last what’s become of henâ€"Mrs Barton, if you can tear yourself away from Dr. and Mrs. Tyacke, who are always so alluring, suppose we 90 up-stairs now and look at the pictures." In the studio, \Varren Ralf recognised her at once, and with much trepidation came up to speak to her. It would all be out now, be greatly‘ feared : and Hugh would learn at lash the: Elsie was living. For Winifred'e own sakeâ€"she looked so pale and illâ€"â€"he would lain have kept the Secret to himself a few monthg longer. I u ‘. .. n. it was of herself the speakers were talk- m . g‘ Oh Yes," one voice said in a. low tone, with the intonation that betrays a furtive sideâ€"glance; “ She‘sfer from strong â€"in fact, very delicate. He married her for her moneyâ€"of course : thet’s clear. She hadn’t much else, poor little thing. exeepta certain short-lived beaute du diable, to recommend her. And she has no go in her; she won't live long. You remember What Gnlton remarks about heir-asses? They are gen. erally the last decident members, he says, of e moribund stock whose strength is failing. They bem- no children, or if any, weeklings : most of them break down with their first infant; and they die at last prematurely of organic feeblenees. Why, he just sold himself outright for the poor girl’s property ; that's the plain English of it ; and now I hear, with his extravagant habits, he's got himself after all into mone- tary difienlties.:' The lady nodded. “Her name’s Elsie,” said he with a quiet inclination, " and she was certainly a Girton girl; but 1 hardly think she can be the same you mention. 1 should imagine. indeed. she’s a good deal too voung a girl to have been your govern (just shaking hands hv ‘Ihe doorway with 'good old Mrs. Ralf. who neVer by any ohnucc: caught; wybody'l name) and mingled shorth Wihh the man of tho visitors. \Vinifred was very glad indeed of depression ‘2" the second voica_inquire_dâ€"mg old x'na-n’a and lopder. Winifred held out her hand frankly. She liked Warren; she had always like‘l him ; and besides, Hugh had forbidden her to see him. Her lips trembled, but; she was bald, and spoke. “Mr Ralf," she said with quiet earnestness, “I‘m so glad to meet you here to-day againâ€"gladon morethsn onesccount. You go to San Remo often, I believe. Can you tell me if Elsie Chelluner- is living that. for she wanted to escape observation. Sir Anthony's report had bean far from re- assuring. She preferred to remain as much in the background as poalible that afternoon: All she wished was merely to observe and to listen. “ Oh, yes," the second lady addressed made answer cheerfully ;“ she was very well when we last saw her in April at San Remo. We had the next villa to the Rolfe on the hillside, you know. But Miss Cballoner doesn’t come to England now ; she was go- ing as usual to St Martin de metquq to spend the summer, when we left the Riviera. She always goes there as soon as the San Remo season’s over.” “flow dld. the Relfs first come to pick her up 2 ’ the other speaker asked curiously. “Oh, I fancy it was Mr. Warren Ralf him- self who made her acquaintance somewhere unearthly do'wn in Sufi‘olk, where she used to be a governess. He‘s always there, I believe, lying on a mudbank, yachting and sketching. theré 2 As she stood th ere mingling with the gen- eral crowd and talking to some chance acquaintance of aid London days, she hap- pened to overhe 51' turn ecrspi of conversation going on behind her. Tne first was one that mentioned no names: and yet, by some strange feminine instincr she was sure in was of herself the speakers were talk- “ Worse than that, I fear ; agricultural depression and an encroaching sea. Besides which, he spends too freely.â€"But excuse me, Dr. Moutrie," in a very low tone: “ I'm afraid the lady‘s rather near us.” Winifred strained her ears to the utmost to here the rest ; but the voices had sunk too low now to catch a. sound. Even as she did so, another Voice. far more distinct, from a lady in front, caught her attention with the name ” Miss Challoner." Winifred pricked up her ears incontinently. 00:1 (1 it be of her Elsie that those two were talk- Winiffed could restrain her curiosity no longer. “ I beg your pardon," she said, leaning forward eagerly. “ but I think you mentioned a cercain .Mies Chelloner. May I oak, (has it happen by any chance to be Elsie Challoner, who was once at ‘Girton? Because, if so, she was a governes of mine, and I haven’t heard of be: for a long time past. Governesses drop out of one‘e world so fast. I should be glad to know whereiarhe's living at present.” uuvlv . Warren Ralf looked back at her in undis- uised astonishment. " She is." he answar. ed. “ Did my sister tell you so 2" “ No,” Winifred replied with bitter truth- fulness. “ I found it out." And with that one short incisive sentence, she moved on coldly, as if she would fain look at the pic- turea. “Doea-â€"~does Massinger anow it?" V ren asked all aghast, taken aback iise, and unwittingly trampling on b er rest feelings. CHAPTER XXXIII.‘â€"(Uowrmm~;n ) ,n SUNSHINE AND SHADE. om'inifred's Bealtb, Hugh thought: far less than of the financial diffuulty, He saw she was ill, decidedly in, but not so ill as everybody else who saw her imagined. Wrapped up in his own selfish hopes and fears, never really fond of his poor small wife, and now estranged for months and months by her untimely discovery of Eleie's Hugh laid down the letter with a sigh of despair. It was the last straw, and it broke his back with utter despondency. How to finance avisit tothe south he knew not. Talk about Algeria, Catania, Malaga l he had hard enough work to make both ends meet anyhow at Whitestrand. He had trusted first of all to the breakwater to redeem everything : but the breakwater. tha't broken reed, had only pierced the hand that leaned upon it. The sea shifted and the send drifted worse than ever. Then he had hoped the best from “A Life's Philosophy ;" but “ A Life's Philosophy.” published after long and fruitless negotia- tions, at his own riskâ€"for no firm would so much as touch it as a business speculation ~had never paid the long printer's bill, let alone recouping him for his lost time and trouble. Nobody wanted to read about his life or his philosophy: ‘ 1' w .. .ip “ Have on tmed up the totwl of the Isles, 1Varren ‘3" Edie Ralf inquired with a hrighn‘ light in her eye and s smile on her lips; for the private viewâ€"he] own inceptionâ€"had been more than success in] from it: very beginning. pp Winifred earned round upon him with m angry flash. This we: more than she oonl hear. [he tears were struggling hard u rise to her eyes ; she kept them back with r supreme effort. “How should I know. pray 2“ she answered fiercely, but: very low “ Does he make me the ronfidante of all hi. loves, do you suppose, Mr. Rein-He sail. ahe was in Anetrelin.â€"He told me a lie.â€" Everybody'l combined sud caballed to do. to ve rumâ€"How should I know whether he knows or not? [know nothing. But: one thing I know: from uy mouth at least he shell never, never, never hear it." She turned sway utern. and hard on iron. Hugh had deceived her; Elsie hsd deceived her. The two eouls she had loved the best on earth! From that moment forward, the joy of her life, whatever had been left of it, was alr gone from her. She went forth from tun renm a crushed creature. How varied in light and shade the world is 1 While Winifred was driving gloomxly back to her 017:: lodgingsâ€"solitary and heart-broken, in Mrs. Bauveriu B srton's comfortable carriageâ€"revolving in her own wounded soul this incredible mmpiracy of Hugh's and Elsie‘sâ€"Edie Relf and her mother and hrobher were joyfully discussing their great triumph in the now dismantled and empty front drawingrroom at 128 Bletghinaly Road, South Remington. A,r.l _: ._. u--. --- Ve_', ,0 U Warren jetted down a. series of figures on the back 0! an envelope and counted them up mentally with profound trepidation. “Mother,” he cried, clamping her hand with s convulsive clutch in his ” I’m afraid to tell you; it‘s so positively grand. It seems really too muchâ€"If this goes on, vou need never take any pupils again.â€" Eiie, we owe it :11 to youâ€"In can’t be right, yet it comes out square. l‘ve reckon ed up twice and got each time the same totalâ€"Four hundred and fifty l” “I thought so,” Edie ansWered with a happy little laugh of complete triumph. “ I hit upon such a capital dodge, Warren. I never told you beforehand what I was going to do, for I knew if I did, you‘d never allow me to put it into execution ; but I wrote the name and price of each picture in big letters and lain figures on the back of the frame. hen, whenever I took up a person with agood, coiny, solvent expres- sion of countenence, and a picture buying crease about the corners of me mouth. to inspect the studio, I waited for them casual- ly to ask the name of any special piece they particu‘arly admired. “ Let me see," said I. “ What does Warren call that? Ithink it‘s on the back here.” So I turned round the frame, and there they’d see it, as large as life: “ By Stormy Seasâ€"Ten Pounds ;” or, “ The Haunt of the Sea Swallowâ€"Thirty Guineas." That aIWays fetched them, my dear. They couldn’t resist it. â€"Warren, you may give me a kiss, if you like. I’ll tell you what I’ve done : I‘ve made your f_ortune.” CHAPTER XXXIII.â€"THE STRANDS DRAW CLOSER. “ I feel it my duty to let you know. ” Sir Anthony Wraxall wrote to Hugh a day or two laterâ€"by the hand ,of his amanuensisâ€" “that Mrs Masslnger’s lungs are far more seriously and dangerously affected than I deemed it at all prudent to inform her in person last week, when she con- sulted me here on the. subject. Gal- loping consumption, Iregletto say, may supexvene at any time. The phthisical ten- denency manifests itself in Mrs Massinger’s case in an advanced stage; and general tuberculosis may therefore on the shortest notice carry 011‘ with startling rapidity. I would advise you, under these painful circumstances, to give her the benefit of a warmer winter climate: if not Egypt or Algeria, then at least Mentone, Catauia, or Malaga. She should not on any account risk seeing another English Christmas. If she remains in Suffolk during the colder months of the present year, I dare not personally answer for the probably conse- quences.’: And all this while, poor lonely Winifred was rocking herself wildly backward and forward in Mrs Bouverie Barton’s comfort- able carriage, and muttering to her» self in a. mad fever of despair: “I could have believed it of Hugh; but of Elsie, of Elsieâ€"never, never 1” Warren kissed her affectionately on the forehead, half abaehed. “You‘re a bad girl, Edie,” he sold good-humouredly ; "and If I’d only known it, I’d certainly have taken a. great big cake of best ink-eraser and rub- bed yonr plain figures all carefully out againâ€"But I don’t care a pin in the end, after all, if I can make this dear mother and you conlfortable." unv“. .- 9, L2,, “And {iii}; Elsie," Edie put in mischiev- ouslv. Wérren gavea quiet sigh of regret. “ And man-y Elsie.” he added low. "But Elaiu will nevernmayry me." â€"-:;Y8&_é;63é il’rimid'Edie, and laughed at him to his face. She knew women better than he did. .d up 1hé totwl of Edie Relf inquired in her eye and a the private view-bar \Vinifred laid the Atlas down with a flop on the five o’clock tea table, that staggered with its weight, and turned the pxgea with feverish haste till she came to the map of Northern Italy. “I thought so,” she gasp- ed out, as she scanned it close, a. lurid red spot burning brightin her cheek. “Mentone and Bordighera. are both of them almost next door to San Remo.â€"The nearest stations on the line alon g the coastâ€"You could run over there often by mil from either of them.” Winifred arose, god walked without one word of explanation. but with a resolute air, into the study, next door When she come out ngain, she carried in her two arms Keith Johnston’s big Imperial Atlas. 1: was a heavier book than she could easily lift in her present feeb‘e condition of body, but Hugh never even offered to help her no any it. The day or smell politenessee and courtesies wee'long gone pen. He only looked on in mute surprise, anxious to know whence came this sudden new-born interest in the neglected study of European geo. graphyr.‘ watch, which bot'i he and she had entirely nisinberpreted, Hugh Meeeinger had seen nan: frsil young creature grow thinner and mler day by day without at: any time realis- ng the rofnndiry of the change 01 he some seriousness of her failing con iitinn. He want out infio the drawing-room to join Winifred. He found her lying lazily on he sofa, pretending to read the first vol- Ime of Besanc'n last, new novel from Mndie‘n‘ " How would you like to go abroad for £710 winter. I wonder?‘ Hugh naked hen natively. with arms faint attempt at his old kindness of tone and manner. VHit; Vwiférglraruced over at him with a sudden md strangely auspicious smile. ' To Sum Reimo, I auppqse 2‘ she answered bitterly. " Run overâ€"oftenâ€"by railâ€"to San Memo 7" Hugh repeated with a genuinely puzzled expression‘bf countenance. “ Oh, you act admirably I" Winifned cried with n sneer. “What perfect; bewilder- ment I What childlike innocence 1 I've always considered you an Irving wasted upon private life. If you‘d gone upon the stage, you'd heve made your fortune ; which you've ncercely succeeded in doing, it must be confessed, at your various existing as- soxjed professions.” “‘7‘fiYes, the Wind's shifted." Winifred an «wered gloomily, looking up in a hope!th \ud befogged way from the pngeafif hm smry. “ It blew straight across from Siberia yaaterdav ; to-dny it blows straight; across 'rom Greenland." - umlnv, 1 uuyyuau . uuv I-levv v.v.. â€"..._..1. She meant the name to speak volumes to fluqh‘s conscience ; but is fell upon his oars a flu and nnimpreseive as any other. “Not neoesnrily to San Ream,” he replied, all unconscious. ‘To Algeria, if you likeâ€"or Mentone, or Bordiglera. “ “‘Hiurgtiisrtéréd back at her in blank amaze- ment. “ I don’t know what you mean,” he answgred shortly_ “Capital! capital !" Winifred went on in her hitter mood, endeavouring to assume eplnyful tone of unconcerned irony. "I never saw you act better in all my lifknot even when you were pretending to fall in love with me. It’s your’ most successful pertâ€"the injured innocent :â€"much better than the part of the devoted husband. If I were you, I should always stick to it.â€"But it's very abrupt. this sudden conver- sion of yours to the charms of the Riv- lore." An idea mashed suddenly aéroas Hugh's mind. “ I think, Winifred,” he said calm» 1y, “ you're labouring under a mistake about: the place you’re speaking of. The gaming tables are not at Sm Remo, as you suppose, but at Monte Carlo, just beyond Montono. And if you thought 1 wanted to go to the Riviera for the sake of repairing our ruined estate at Monte Carlo, you're very much mistaken. I wanted no go, I aolen. nly de~ clan-e. for your health only'."’ . Winifred rose, and faced him now like an angry tigress. Her sunken white cheeks were flushed and fiery indeed with suppress- ed wrath, and a bright light blazed in her dilated pupils. The full force of a burning indignation possessed her soul. “ Hugh Msssinger,” she said, repelling him han ht- ily with her thin left hand, ” you‘ve flag to me for years, and you're lying to me now as you've always lied to me. You know you've lied to me, and you know yau're lying to me. This pretence about my healuh's a. trump“. ent fnlsehood. These prevarications about the gambling tables are a- tissue of fictions. 1' on can't decive me. I know Why you want tc go to San Remo 2” And she pushed him away in disgust with her angry fingexs. “ Winifred,” Hugh cried, with transpar- ent conviction in every note of his voice, “ 1 see you’re labouring under somedissresa- ing misgpprehension ; but I give you my solemn word of honor I don’t in the leash know what it: is you're driving at. You're talking about) somebody or something un» known that: I don’t understand. I wish you’d explain. I can't follow you.” But he had acted too often and too euc- cessiully to be believed now, for all his earnestness. “ Your solemn word of honor I” Winifred burst out angrily. with intense contempt. “ Your solemn word of honour, indeed l And pray, who “20 you think be- lieves now in your precin word or your honour either ‘3â€"Vou can’t deceive me any longer, thank goodness, hugh. I know you want to go to San Remo; and I know for whose sake you want to go there. This solicilude for my health’s all a pure fiction. Little you cared for my health a month ago 1 Oh no, I see through it all distinctly. You‘ve found out there's a meson for going to San Remo, and you want no go there for your own pleasure accordingly.” The actiEn and the insult were too much for Hugh. He could no longer restrain himself. Sir Anthony's letter trembled in his hands; he was clutch- ing it tight in his waistcoat pocket. To show it to Winifred would have been cruel, perhaps, under any other circumstan- ces; but in face of such an accusation as that, yet whollv misunderstood, flesh and bloodâ€" at leaat Hugh Messinger'sâ€"could not furth- er resiat the temptation of producing it. “ Read that,” he cried, handing her over the letter coldly ; “ you‘ll see from it why it is I want to go ; why, in spite of all We’ve lost and are losing, I’m still prepared to submit to this extra expenditure}; 'The Wind's shifted,” he began uneasily ‘ We shall get it; wumer, I hope 3000, Win fred." “Out of my money,” Winifred answer- ed scomfully, 3,3 she took the paper with an inclination of mick-courtesy from his tremulous hands. “How Very gener. oua ! And how very kind of you 1” She read the letter through without a single word;then she yielded at last, in spite of herself. to her womsnly tears “I see it alll Hugh,” she cried, flinging herself down once more in despair upon the sofa. " You fancy I'm going to die now ; and it will be m convenient, so very convenient far you to be near her there next door a! Sm Rama l" Hugh gcud as her again in mnre enprls~ A. luau be new ltâ€"ho new it in all its tinker» uideoeeneee. A light began vrudnelly tv‘ dswn upon his mind. It was awfulâ€"is we» horrible in in cruel Name-is upon his un spoken crime. To think she should bi jealousâ€"ref his murdered Elsie! He nonlu eardly speak of it ; but he must u0 mu". ” Winnie," he cried, elmrvs“ softened by his pi'y for when hr 00“ m be her desdly nnd‘ terrib r mistake. ‘ I. understand you. I "link. “WA all. I know what you meanâ€"You believt â€"v.lml Emieâ€"ie on San Remo. ' Winifred looked up MS him through her Wars will! a withering glance. ‘ You have said it 1" she cried in a haughty voice, and relapled into n silent fit: of aobblng and sup- Presaed cough, with her poor wen (we buried dean once more like a wounded child's in th: Winifred looked up 3% him H1!“ bears wilh a withering ghnce. ‘ said it 1" she cried tn a naughty v relapsed into a silent fit of sobbing Pressed cough, with her poor wan (5 deep once more like a wounded chl cushions of the sofa. 'l‘wo Theoriesas to the Origin of this lot- ent Bit of Popular along. Everybody who is running for rflice, to gether with every party that is yuunlngo candidate, is, according to one statement or another, “in the soup." Outside of politics, the same fact is observable. Everything and everybody that doesn't just suit everybody else is sure to be consigned by somebody or other to “the soup.” The world, in fact, seems to have become an immense tureen. and all its inhabitants are floating around like chopped vegetables in a julienne. Why this should be so, and why the “in the soup" idea should be uppermost now in the mind of every oitxzan who wants to say something funny, is not more apparent than was, awhile ago, the reason (or every one being inclined to tell every one else to “ Let her go, Gallagher.” The origin of both expres- sions is involved in obscurity. ' “In the soup"'first achieved classic au- thority, so far as can now be ascertained, in one of the picturesque stories of what are called “sporting” events. The event was the arrival in America last fall of Kilrain, the pugilist. The situation was that the big Cunarder Etruria, ‘with the pugilist aboard, lay in the darkness OE Quarantine, waiting for morning, and a tug with Kilrain‘s friends aboard, was hovering about, anxious to' get Kilrain off and bring him up to the city. The Captain of the I‘vruria had announced with a severity that seemed unnecessary that no such drunken crew should come anywhere near his vessel. The disconsolate but not unhappy crowd on the tug' had to content itself with howling greetings to Kilrain across awatery gulf that separated the two vessels. One of the men on the tuv, Johnston by name, was so anxious to get as near Kilrain as possible that he tumbled overboard. One of his companions, witnessing this act, instead of assailing the still depths of the darkness that brooded over the waves by shouts fo help, or shocking the calm stars overhead with frantic cries for a rope, simpr balanc- ed himself against the rail and called out : “ Police Gazette,” says that the expression first became current: in sporting circles about eight or ten months ago, but that for long before that he remembered to have heard the street gsmius cry after B. drunkerd man that he was “full 0’ soup" and he also thinks that among criminals the expression “ he’s got in soup" was used to express the idea that a person has fallen into the hands of the law, and was locked up. Iron using “ soup" to express the idsa. of drunkeaess the step “’38 to make it cover-Ashe misfortune to which drunkenness led, and so to. convey uhe idea. of any misfortune, so that “ in the soup" came to have its present signifi- canoe. The police, on the other hand. any that they never heard of the expression “ in soup" being used by criminals to mean im- prisonment. They derive the phrase, “ in the nonp," from an entirely difl'erent source, lshe theatre, and make his original spellin ‘ supe." “ He's the amps,“ according to this theory, was first acontemptuoue designation of an actor’s place, cleaning him among the supernumaries, and then a. general expres- sion of contempt for anything. so growing nafnrally into it: presents significance: ,,,u,n Neither of thee; theories of the derivation of the slang may be right. They fit suspi- cioust well, and have a. “ made tom-der" air about them. But: any body who thinks he base. better theory is welcome to try it on. The etfecbs of the defunct Glaistme Club, in Kingston, were sold by auction on Fri4 day. Professor Chandler Roberts estimates the weight of the smoke cloud which daily hangs over London at about 50 tons of solid car- bon, and 250 tons of carbon in the form of hydrocarbon and carbonic oxide gases, Cul- ,,,,1L A1L,,L,, ‘ __J __v_“ culated from the average result of tests made by the Smoke Abatement Committee, the Value of coal Wasted from domestic grates reaches, upon the annual consumption of 5,- 000 000 people, to £2,257,500. The éost of oartage on this wasted coal is calculated to be £268,750, while the passage of a large number of horses. through the streets in drawing it adds considerably to the cost of stree: cleaning and repairing.’ There is also the cost of taking away the extra ashes, £43,000 a' year. Summing it all up, the direct and indirect cost of the wasted coal is set down at £2,600,000, plus the addition- al loss from the damage done to property caused by the smoky atmosphere, estimated by Mr. Chadwick at £2,000,000â€"the whole amounting to £4.600,000 or $23,000,000. â€"iEx. - “ Ho 1 Johnston's fell in do soup 1" The Sublime audacity of the comparison of the Lreat Atlantic to a plate of soup was wasted on the drunken crew that heard it, but the waves chuckled gleeful rip lee against the tug's sides, the stars twink ed merriy, and next morning, when people read about it, it tickled the public fancy so that the new slang became quickly the at expression of the day, and by this time it has attained just about ripeness enough to make it ready to pick any lay away along with Mr. Gallagher and other slung once of repute. Nobody knows just where this “in the soup" expresaion came from, but two ingen- ious theories have been broached to a. re- porter who attempted to trace the “soup” to in; lairâ€"to its kettle, as it were. Mr. Ggfl‘ney, who is the language sharp of the “ IN THE SOUP." )TO BE CONTINUED All the money which she world pauesm many would only purchase one-third of in railways, einm 30-day the rail of the world are worth nearly 830,00 ,000 of .houb one-tenth of the total mono: y wealth )f the civilimd nations, and over one quarter vi their invested capital. ‘ In comparison with this snm¢he amount of mcney inveatad in banking throughout the entire world i. but a trifle. The railroad business is on. which is increasing at an almost incredible «no of speed. in 1875 the world's railway; iggrtgmed 185 000 miles, while in 1885 then were over 300000 mum; of railroad, thus snowing an menace of 115000 in ten yam, .- ‘\ AM .._:I.i.. - Professor Chandler Rabsrta estimates the weights of the smoke cloud which daily hangs over London at about 50 tons of solid carbon, and 250 tons of carbon in the form of hydro- cerbon and carbonic oxide gases. Calculat- ed from the average result of tests made by the Smoke Abauement Committee, the value of coal wasted from domestic grates reaches, upon the annual consumption of 5,000,000 people, to £2,257,500. ‘The coat of carnage . ,1 LA LA nnon 3n trhis wasted coal is calculated to be {5268‘ 750, while the passage of a large number of horses through the streets in drawing it adds cons-derably to the cost of treet cleaning and repairing. There is also the cost of tak- ing away the extra ashes, £43,000 a year. Summing it all up, the direct and indirect cost of the wasted coal is set down at £2,- 600,000, plus the additional loss from the damage done to property caused by the emo- ky atmosphere, estimated by Mr. Chadwick at £2,000,000-the whole amohnting to £4- 600,000 or 823.0(0000. A New YORK ELEcrION â€"A ROUGH ESTIM- ATE or WHAT TUESDAY‘S FIGHT 'Cosr THE CITY. Whole expense at polls . . . . . . . . . $620,560 Mayoraity fight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 273,000 Ballot printing . . . . . . . . '. . . . . . . .... 60,000 Banners . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24,000 Parades . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 350,000 Three aldermanic candidates in each of the twenty-four districts at $1,030 each . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 72,000 Three candidates for Congress in each of the nine districts at $2,- 500 each . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 67,500 Three candidates for sheriff at $20,- 000 each . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60,000 Three candidates for county cler at $20,000 each . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . v 60,0C0 Three candidates for president of the Board of Aldermen at $5,000 each. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15,000 Ten candidates for coroner at $5000 each...... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50.000 The statistical returns of the expor- trade of India during the last ten years show a very considerable and gratifying in- crease in almost all the chief products of the country. The amount of raw cotton ex- ported has risen irom 93 800110030 134,700,- 000 rupees, wheat from 28.700,000 to 86,- 200,000 rupees, and rice from 69,500,000, to 88,300 000 rupees. In cotton twist and yarn there has been a larielv increased ex- portâ€"from 7,400,000 to 34,100,000 rupees. The only marked falling ofl‘ is in opium which declined from 123,700,000 to 110,700, rupees. The tables further show that the growth indicated has been steady and is still kept up, the total export trade of India which has increased about 35 per cent. in the ten years, having been larger last year than in any year preceding. The figures respecting cotton and wheat are particularly suggestive. They point to undeveloped povsibilities wihch have a serious mefining tor America, no less than for Europe. But A sensation has been created in Wood- stock by a sermon preached by Rev. Mr. Farthing, of the Episcopal church there, in denunciation of gambling. Mr. Farthing condemns the practice as tending to deprave the community and to divert men from honest toil to speculative means of making a living; The practice is a tremendous de- ception in more ways than one. Whener' a man fails a. victim to the gamblers the popular feeling for him is one of'regl'qt- But a. due regard for the circumstances Will show that the man has really made a fool of himselt by delihemtely walking into a trap. Nobody but the professionnl makes money at gambling. The games of_chance are not devised with a view to giving _the green. horn on equal opportunity With his gambling acquaintance. Even if the appllnpces are not fixed so as to prevent the novnce from Winning, the superior knowledge [of the game possessed by the professwual renders loss to the beginner a certainty. vvvu v- ,â€" ed an edict of expulsion will be pronouhced against the foreign Jews in Southern Russia. There was a. time when the Jews were perse- cuted in every country in Europe, but the umeasoning prejudice against them has in most cases been weakened. or removed alto- gether by the spread of civilizing influences among the masses. As the probabilities are that of the European nations Russia will be the last to obtain free institutions, it may be expected that persecution will there find its last stronghold. V W" "‘5 *â€" -----â€"â€"â€" v7 . V , or. on an average, upward of 11,000 miles I.- y or. \Vhen it is considered that this would mean the laying each year of railway enough '30 re u-h nearly hnli around the aunt: the 2 agni'udo of the increase can be in a men- are flprccmted. increased ab'undance of food and -clothing must: be in direct line with the worlds well-being. The degree of civilization which a. country has reached may be fairly gauged by its free- dom from bigotry and intoleranée. Judged by this standard, Russia- mnst be a semi. bsrbarons country, another anti-Semitic crusade having been started in the szr‘s dominious. Foreign Jewish farmers have been ordered _to quit Folanq. and it is expect- Cost of the election in the city.$l,724,060 STATISTICS $620,560 273,000 60,000 24,000 350,000