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“ But why were you going to the orange grove at, all? It is to meet him? to give your answer, is it not? If you meet, him Lo-nightâ€"Lhe man that your husband we rn, ed you againstâ€"even if only to say ”mi you are loosening all the tics of home, all z the bonds of love and trust; and faith l” ' She paused for a moment and pressed hers hands more closely on Nina’s arm. “Don't, ‘ go dear," she said. “ You mean to be true to your husbandâ€"who loves you sâ€"I am sure; but you are running into danger. ( You will never be quite happy again if you go now. When you go backâ€"you say that, you are going backâ€"how will you be able to look at him and talk to him as usual ?â€" how will you hear to hear him say that he loves you who you feel that if he knewâ€"if i he knewâ€"tha%you had stolen out to the orange grove tonight, to meet. that men, he would certainly think that you had cared more for him than you do for your own1 husband, who loves you so very dearly? Nina, you can not do it 1 You love Sebas- ‘ inn, and you will be true to him. Darling, I came back with me. Do not even speak to that wicked man again. You should not have let, him think ihat you could hesitate.” Nina was weeping now. She flung her- self into Esther's arms. HENRY \s’m‘rr’s DAUGHTER. A narrow slip of room, containing three desl'a set side by side agaxusb a. wall, three chairs, a. chest of drawers, and lit/fie elseâ€" this was the place in which Esther sat and worked. But Esther was not, writing, she wasloolrdng over a pile of papbrs in ditfereut kinda of script: now and then she put one aaide and m xde a mark on it, far more frequently she dropped them into n capaclous basket 3? her feet. PrcaGme a. knock at the door was heard. and a gem Rcrmm v mm: in. He had ashram). oa'the following day she stlrted, with Nina. and the children, for Southhampton. She stood at last, trembling and panting, at the extremity of the orange grove, which terminated in a terrace high aliove the winding white road that led towm'd the town. Here she became aware that she had chanced upon a little group of figures. A carriage drawn by two horses stood in the road: coachman, postilio , a servant or two, lingered near; Esther could not tell exactly the number of the men. Steps sounded in the road, and, at a little dis- tance, a man’s figure came slowly from the gate which, as Esther knew, let to the Malets’ villa. He paused when he reached the carriage and leaked up. She saw the dark features, the sinister eyes of Major Knyvett. He started, as he recognized her, raised his hat «Rh 9. look of sullen disgust and disappointment, then got into the carriage and gave his men the signal to drive away. She never saw him again . “Esther was not. sure Whether she ought ‘to believe implicitly everything that- Nina had aaid that night. Bu! AL any rate the danger was averted; Ni“ 8 fickle heart. had veered round like-a We; i-hercock, and she was 3 fe~â€"safe in Sebastian’s arms. “The Wicked, cowardly liar !" said Ea- ther. “ You may be sure that it was all a lie, Nina. He wanted you to compromise your- self, thst was all. Oh, my clear. what, a. danger you have escaped! Will you not, come back with me nowâ€"quickly? You “He was not silent when he talked to me the other night, and told me how un- happy he was because you seemed to be alienated from him. Oh, Nina, you don’t know what, a ltappy woman you ought. to be! Your husbandâ€"your childrenâ€"think of them all ‘. There is many a lonely Women, dear, who would give all the world for a. day of happiness like yours. And you want to fling it away? Nina, I sometimes think-you may call it superstitious, if you pleaseâ€"that people who despise their own happiness are sure to lose it. Don’t you despise it, dear. Don't kill his happiness sud your own: it is the worst knnd of murder." She clasped her friend yet oloser. “ Nina,” she said, with fervor, “I believe that you will be happier now than you have ever been before. Listen, dear, this is what. you shall do. Go to Sebastian and tell him"-â€"â€" Nina. shiveredâ€"“tell him simply that you love him. That you have loved him all the time. That you have sometimes been way- ward and jealous and auspiciousâ€"yes, tell him thatâ€" but that he has always been dear to you, dearer than anybody in the world. See, dear, you are close to the room where he is sitt‘ug. Go in and put your arms round his neck and tell him that you love himâ€"then you will find out Whether he loves you or not; the test; will never fail. Go. Ninaâ€"and God speed you." Nina. lined her head from Esther's breast. Her face wore a tremulous smile which was very sweeb. She pressed her lips to Esther’s cheek, then went to the window and pushed it gently open. Esther put her hands to her ears and ran down the steps, the garden path, and through the orange grove, like one possessed. ‘ “ Yesâ€"yes, I do love Sebastian, Esther. It is really because I love him that I am hereâ€"not that Major Knyvett is anything tomeâ€"though he has said things that-â€" that I can't tell you. He was ready to do anything for me if I would have listened to himâ€"but I would not bear, indeed I tried not to hear. Only to-nightâ€"he said that he could give me proof that Sebastian did not love me ; he said that he would show me some letters that Sebastian had Written toâ€"to some one else, if I met him here; and I was so miserable, Esther, that I came. That is allâ€"reelly all.” .. can u silentâ€"" mghvemhad drawn Nina. away from the gard§n_-dqor. ‘ . n n D “ I don’t want to lose itâ€"to despise it,” she cried, in a. frightened voice. “ I want to be happy. I never meant to believe what Major Knyvett said to me, although I went to listen. I am not wicked. hither. And I love Sebastian. Don’tâ€"don‘t tell me that I shall never be happy any more.” II He CHAPTER XXVI. â€"â€"Co.\'TI.\'UED hot; béiieve that Sebasuah doeé not love don’t know," said Nina, sobbing isfiso angry sometimesâ€"so coldâ€"ac CH AFTER. XXVII‘ KERSHAM MAN UR. :u and stood lazy attimde. ‘ of the Dun ooked tiredâ€"a. ace, 9. pair of umorous twi awn beard. nkle m Lhem with M10511 L ha He spoke of fioems, of course. '1 he Evening Gazette had a. nook for “ Original Poetry, " and the amount of local talent, was prodigious. “ One or two worth printing. you any ?” “ Look at, this. I don't dislike it,” said Esther, putting a. paper into his hand. “ Want, me L0 read it? ” he asked, making a. wry face. “ Wellâ€"before you put. it in." “ I’ll Make it at: your valuation. Who. do people write verses for, I wonder ? Sign of mental weakness.” “ Did you never do it yourself, Mr. Haslam?” “Never. I swear." He Looked at. the piper, and murmured a. few lines half aloud as be read. “ Why, the dinteputnple old vagabond !" be exclaimed at length, laying down the paper. “ W but do you mean '2 " “ I’ve not looked at the signature ; it; is on the other side. Now tell me, Miss Denison, isn't it signed ‘H. W.’ ‘2” “ No,”sri.id Earlier. laughing, “ it is signed ‘Henry W'yntt.’” " The game thing. The man anything in the world for a. shillings." “Why do you speak of him in that way? Do you so much dislike the verses? They seemed to me better than those we usually getâ€"not much better, it is true, butâ€"” She took up the paper and looked at the poem again. It is a little obscureâ€"a little trained and peculiarâ€"but the metre does not halt, and that is somethingâ€"” “ Spare my feelings !” said Haslsm, with a. grimace. “ If you look up a file of the Gazette, you’ll find that, rubbishâ€"these very verses, I meanâ€"without a. signature, in the month of January, 1872.» How do I know? I confess the soft impeachment ; I wrote ’em myself.” “ Which I’ve outgrown. At the same time I don’t make presents of my verses to the first fool that comes along. I‘ve sus- pected this man \Vyatt before of sending in things that weren’t his own. I've got a. clear case now, and can kick him out with a. free mind when next he comes to the office.” “ Who is he ‘3" “ A drunken ne’er-do-well ; that‘s what he is. Give me the paper. I'll send for you when he comes, if you like, and let you see him." “011, Mr.“ Haslnml A sign of mental weakness '2” “Thanks, I think I would rather not ‘2 Is he so very poor ‘3" “This looks like it. does it not ‘3” said the sub-editor grimly. "Fancy selling your soul for halfin-crowuâ€"he wouldn't have got more if the verses had been his own.” “ She's employed at'the theater. Takes tickets, sells programmes, goes on some- times and sings. Pretty girl with a fright- ful temper. They say that the fxther goes in fear of his life when she is out of sorts." Mr. Haslam withdrew. Esther pulled '5 sheet of paper toward her and began to write. It was her duty to give an account or a. bazaar which she had visited that morn- in_g_. “ I kuowwhst you will do, Mr. Haslam. You will call him names for three minutes, then you will give him five shillings out of your own pocket and tell him not to do it again.” “ I’m not such a fool,” said Mr. Haul-am. shaking his massive head. “But I shan’t be able to say much if Jack Drummond is anywhere about. He always sticks up for old Wyatt. They say he is making love to \Vyatb’s daughter. ‘v‘ Who is suhe ‘3" said Ether absently. She knew that Mr. Hatslnm was fond of a. gossip. and :she wanted to do her Work. From the office where Esther worked three papers were issued ; two dailies and a. weekly. The morning paper was solemnly devoted to news, local and political; the evening paper gave space to short. stories, verses and extracts from magazines, and new books; in the weekly paper, which was more widely circulated than any of the others, a couple at least of aerial stories were kept running, and there were competi- tions and puzzles and literary bric-a-brac of all sorts, which gave several people very hard Work every week, and insured the daily bread of several families. There was a. sporting editor, whose ac- quaintance she never made; she regarded him with respecbful curiosity from a. dis tance. With Mr. Thorns, the “ficcional editor,” as he was sometimes called, she had a great deal to do. For herself, she occasionally wrote fiction, and criticised that of other people. Mr. Haslam had always been one of her chief friends ; and with Jack Drummond, the man of whom he had spoken as “ making up to” Wyatt’s daughter, one of the sub-editors of the morning paper, she was on terms of the frankesb friendship. The three editors were, of course much more inaccessible than their subordinates, but Escher found ifhem all kind and friendly. Indeed the {hie that she now led was delightful to her. ‘ When she had gob over the strangeness of ‘working amongst men onlyâ€"which, to one ‘of her cloistrul experience, seemed at; first ’to her decidedly odd sndu. little alarmingâ€" she began to take great; pleasure in her 1 various experiences, and to pride herself on ‘ her connection with the Press. As Escher continued to write another in- terruption occurred. It was Mr. Thorne who came in. “ Looked at ’em ?” he said. “Tush finished," Esther answered wiuh equal bLeviny. “A ny of them good for anything?’ “ l‘heec two are not bad. The others areâ€"dreadful. ’ “ Throw them into the Waste-paper basket. My drawer was full of them, I hadAn’t, room for anything else.” Mr. Thorne, on entering the office, nod- ded to Est-her and sat down to open a. pile of letters and manuscripbs. Esther went on with her work, but presently Mr. Thorne addressed her : - “ How many manuscripts have come in for the Christmas story competion 'Z” “ Seventy-four.” “ Hm: you looked at them? Of course )t a you looked at them? Of course > all by women. I Wish women :er taught, to write! ~" growls of editors and sub-editors .iisLurl) EsLher‘s equallimity. She and went on writing. best story, I think you will find, woman. I have looke'l through i weeded out the worst." L i: i'. aL-o .D?" said the editor. would do couple of Of course “Very sorryâ€"deeply regretâ€"circumstan- cesâ€"" Themumbled words scarcely reached Esther’s ears. She was looking pitilully at a. the man who uttered them. He was tall thin, pale, with a. red nuse, and a. flibby hanging chin. Hi5 eyelids were red and sudden, and he had the miserable dissipated air at a man who had been out all night. His cont was in creaseamls necktie hanging loose, his hat was limp and broken. And yet there was an indefinable jauntineas about the man, an attempt at jncular waiv- ing of the question which was curiously out of place. “If I had known it was your property, I would not have trespassed on it," he nail, struggling apparently with some feeling of mortification, and smiling a. sickly smile. “I assure you, sir. that pov- erty alone drove me to this little mysutica- tionâ€"” She stopped short in her moralizing vein. Au unaccustomed sound of voices raised in anger in an adjacent room. Anger ? No, there was a laugh,and the noise of hurrying steps, as of persons hastening to the scene of the disturbance. Esther was a little tired of work, and not indisposed to inquire into the cause of these unusual sounds. She had to take a paper to Mr. Haslam, and with this paper in her hand she stepped demurely along a. passage, and through a swing«door into the Evening Gazette room. It was a long light room with three win- dows on one side and two doors opening into smaller rooms on the other. Mr. Haslam’s desk stood between two of the windows ; several reporters generally sat at a. table in another part of the room, and a long counter ran own the centre. In a corner sat Mr. \ itehead, the man who made extracts for the evening paper, and a certain Mr. Craig had his station at the center table. At present the attentionf the six or eight men in the room was fixeo on a wretched, trembling, shambling indi- vidual in poor but decent clothes, who stood haltway between the door and M r. Haslam’s desk and seemed paralyzed by the treatment that he was receiving. Mr. Haslam had risen from the desk and was delivering a half-humorous lecture on plagiarism, emphasizing his “points” by taps ofa ruler on the table. Mr. Craig was putting in a. comment of his own from time to time, and the reporters were leaning with their elbows on the table and laughing at the scene. was there, Miss Wyatt ?" “ Do you know what he would do with it?” asked the girl between her teeth. “ He would take it to the nearest public- house and spend it on gin. Yes, he would. That is what he has always done when he had money from you. I said I would tell you what he did with it if ever he came to you for money any more. He spends it on gin, and then he comes home and strikes me and curses me, although I pass my whole life in Working for him, earning money that he may have bread to eat! That‘s all the good he does with the money you give him. Now, give him more if you dare l" “Her passionate intensity made her voice low, not loud, but it was clear. Her eyes flamed, but her lips were less white than they had been; her feelings were relieving themselves by expression. She still kept her hold upon Wyatt’s arm ; and he, after much fumbling, produced a soiled handkerchief and began to weep She hurried her father from the room, throwing the last sentence over her shoul- der as she Went. For a moment, the memory of that beautiful white face, those burning eyes, imposed silence upon the listeners. Then Haslam burst into an uneasy laugh. “The little fury!” he said. be her father for a kingdom. he took to drinking." “It’s a good thing Jack Drumlnond did not look in just then,” remarked Mr. Craig, “or all the fat would have been in the fire. “I would’t No wonder “Now Mr. 'Nyatt, you musn’t steal poems readv-made, you know. That won't. doâ€"especinlly as it’s my poem that you happen co have appropriated. I think you’d better not bring your poems here any more, eh?” “ Well, take your poverty and your mystifications out, of my office," said Has- lam, rather sharply, “forI have had enough of both, Mr. Wyatt. Good morning to you: I! ‘ Esther looked up to see whether he spoke seriously. Apparently he did, for his eyes were still gravely fixed on the ceiling, and he was tilting his chair gently backward and forward with an air of the most. pro- found conviction. “It won’t do, you know," Mr. Haslam concluded at, length, putting down his ruler and taking up the paper which Esther had placed in his hands. “ This is a. little too chin, Mr. Wyatt; ' He moved back to the desk, but Lhe shabby man followed hun closely, and whined puba l-remulous uuppligguiqu. children. He hid no rest until he found out their story and made restitution of some propertyâ€"” “ Hackneyed," said Mr. Tnorne,_ with disgust. “No woman was ever able to make a. plot. In fact to make entirely new plots appears to be a lost art. Almost a. lost art. My plots are always entirely new." He retired as abruptly as he had come Eslher laid down her pen and laughed. It was a little diflicult 3.1: than moment to re- member that Mr. Thorne was aclever man and a succnssful man 113 his own line. He did not look like it. “ There is more fun to be got outof this life than an the Dower House,” Esther soliloquiaed. “I work harder than I did when I was there, and yet I am never half so tired. A good laugh now and thenâ€" Whab’s that ‘2” “Don’t. be hard on me, M}. Haslam. IIve had a. miserable lire. My daughter‘s not, a. good daughter to me ; she’s uukiud to her own father. She denies ma every little comfortâ€" ’ leaning buck indo!ently and regarding the ceiling. “ Mine are never hackneyed,” he saixl calmly. “ I can‘t help it. I am never at a loss. And I never write the same thing twice. I am entirely original. Good m(>_rning. Miss Denison.” “ There, there, go along with you,” said the sub~edltor, slipping u. coin inbo the man’s hand. “I‘ ve no time for auychiug more. The sooner you 30â€"30 the de\ ilâ€" Lhe better for you, and 101‘ your daughter too.” Ester felt. inclined to tell him to read for himself; but on second thoughts 5‘ ansvzergd amiabiy : The last. sentence was spoken in an aside, but every one heard it, and some of the younger men laughed a. little to each other. “Old Wyatt," as he was familiarly called, although he could not have been more than fifty, was well known in the office, and it was a matter of notoriety that Haslam' who always began by scalding, never sent him away empty-handed. Hence they laughed, and were still laughing. when the outer door flew open, and a. tall girl with an im. perious air marched rapidly into the room and flung a. swift, indignant, look around her which sobered them an once. She went: straight. up to Wyatm and put her hand through his arm. Sire would have been 8. very pretty girl but for the fierce tense lines about her mouth, and :he whiteness of her faceâ€"the whiteness of rage and not of her natural complexion. She had short hair, curling in soft brown rings over her forehead and on the nape of her neck beneath her hat. He: wide hazel eyes were full of angry light, her delicate features rigidly set, the soft white brows knitted, the beautiful lips drawn into a. stiff line. “ Medusa. !" whis- pered one imaginative reporterâ€"a. very young manâ€"to his neighbor. The girl must have had quick ears; she shot one ligh‘ning glance at him as if she wanted to annihilate him upon the spot and then turned again to her father, tugging at. his arm with her thin, nervous hand. “What are you doing here 1’" she re. pented. “ Didn’t I tell you never to come here again ?" “ It is a. ghost-Ebony. About a man who V7855. hauntgd by_the spirits of. tyre dead ,, a . “Come away," she sand. “What are you doing here?” “ Do you know when he would do with! it?” asked the girl between her teeth.‘ “ He would take it to the nearest public- house and spend it on gin. Yes, he would. That is what he has always done when he had money from you. I said I would tell you what he did with it. if ever he came to you for money any more. He spends it on gin, and then he comes home, and strikes me and curses me, although I pass my whole life in Working for him, earning money that he may have bread to eat! That‘s all the good he does with the money you give him. Now, give him more if you dare !" “Her passionate intensity made her voice low, not loud, but it was clear. Her eyes flamed, but her lips were less white than they had been; her feelings were relieving themselves by expression. She still kept her hold upon Wyatt’s arm ; and he, after much fumbling, produced a soiled handkerchief and began to weep She hurried her father from the room,i throwing the last sentence over her shoul- l der as she Went. For a moment, the memory of that beautiful white face, those ‘ burning eyes, imposed silence upon the‘ “-Told me? I am not, bound to you: ib is for youâ€"youâ€"to obey me mid with an attempt, at digmby. H1813"! is mv very good frxend; I comeâ€"comeâ€"L'see him whenev‘r [â€" Jt. was planner than ever that. he had drinking. "UpeE your hand."sa.id the girl. “I thought: so. You have been begging. Did you give him this half-crown?” she snid, turning to Mr. Haslam with an accent of scorn thin the man in office could not brook. “My good girl,”ne answered, “I‘m not responsible for all the coins your father has, in ms possession, And as I am very busy, you had better take him away with you; I really have no time m tall; any more.’ He wheeled his chair round to his desk and opened a telegram which a boy had just laid on the table; evidently he did not wish to enter into conversation with Miss Wyatt. Where had_Esthe1- heard that. imperious voice? where seeu those sensitive llps and hazel eyes, those rings of nut... brown haii clustering over a broad wlnLe forehead with blue veins showing an the temples? She stood spell-bound, her eyes fixed on the girl’s pale face, while Wyatt began feebly to protest. “Told me? I am not: bound to obey you: it, is for youâ€"youâ€"to obey me," he llauun Amurs. By the surrender of King Lo Beugule and his warriors the British have enterel into full possession of Mntabelelend. The campaign of the whites against the blacks hss been short and sanguinerv. It now re- mains for the whites to get all they can out of the country which has been wrenched from its native inhabitants, to develop the ”gold reefs" know: to exist there, which are believed to be even richer than those of Johannesburg, to establish peace among the tribes. and to introduce civilization under an orderly government. The British pos- sessions in South Africa. have proved to be a. source of immense wealth to the conquer- ing race, and to the country of which they are subjects. The Hon. Cecil Rhodes, Premier of Cape Colony, is the dominating spirit of British South Africa. Not long ago he gave the home Government to under- stand that he would strike for independence if he were interfered with. The girl wrenched the coin out, other father’sg hand and held in bowar-l Mr. Has- lam. “You'll please not say ‘my good girl’ to me again. I’m not, your good giri. nor any- body’s. Now, will you tell me whether you ga"e my'fanher half-a-crowu or not?” “ Well I suppose I did.” said the editor aoothingly. “ There was no harm in that, was there, Miss \Vyatt ?" "Phil Wyatt!” Phil? The word gave Esther L' e clue that was wanting. She threw her paper on the table and sped from the room in search of her early friend. But. what had brought poor Phil to this bitter puss? “It’s a good things Jack Drummond did not look m just then.” remarked Mr. Craig, “01' all the fab would have been in the fire. He‘s mad on PhilWyaLt." The enemies of Signor Crispi and those who, though not formally ranged in the hostile ranks have been offended by his brusqueness,would make it difficult for him to regain his old place of supremacy. It will be three years on the 31st of January next since, after a sharp debate on Signor Grim- aldi's budget, his ministry was defeated by a. vote of 186 to 123, and the King was obliged to accept his resignation. There have been several crises since then,but King Humbert has hesitated to put him forward. The opinion seems to prevail just now that His Majesty hesitated too long,and that the situation requiring the strongest statesman that Italy has, Signor Crispi, whose re sourcefulness is recognized by all the mem- bers,ought to have been sent for atonce. The present deadlock is due entirely to the cliquishness of the Parliamentary groups and to the timidity and absence of broad views therewith associated. But. had the King urged upon the leaders of all but the utterly irreconcilable factions the necessity of organizing a strong government, it isi believed by some that Signor Crispi would I have formed an acceptable cabinet. There is one consideration that eases the strain due to the effort to maintain connection‘ with the Drsibund, while satisfying the de- mands for Financial reform and retrench- ment. This is the assurance conveyed not long since to King Humbert that Germany and Austria,in view of Italy’s circumstances would look with complacence on such re. duction of the army.as might be deemed requisite, preferring a smaller army with solvency to a much larger one with financial embarrassment. It is also believed that the name of Crispi would carry most influence abroad, if the moderate groups would com- bine to give him a working majority. Sig- nor Zanardelli is looked upon as implicated with Giolitti and to virtually the same ex- tent. Besides him and Crispi, His Majesty has consulted Baron Nicotera, Signor Son- nino, Admiral Brin, Senators Peruzzi and Brioschi, the Marquis di Rudini, the Mar- quis Visconti-Venosta and Signor Farini Ab is the longest crisis Lhac Ifaly has er perieuced since the establishment of the present regime. .Tudg eâ€" â€"“Can' b you and your husband live lxgappily together without fighting 9” Mrs Mulcahyâ€" “NoI yer anner; not happily.’ (TO BE CONTISUED) 11h Mr. hall The national debt of Great, Britain at the Revolution of 1683 was only £664,000. Since then it; has increased, through war expenses, to the enormous total of £685,000,- 000. During the civil war the Union blockzd- ing fleet cwptured or destroyed 735 schooners, 15.3 sloops, 262 steamers and 170 other vessels that were attempting to run the blockade. What They Cost in “:3 and Money. In proportion to the numbers engaged. Waterloo was the bloodiest battle of modern ti nee. Over 35 per cent. of the men eu- gaged Were killed or wounded. During the civil War the Confederate cruisers captured or destroyed 80 ships, 46 bugs, 84 barks. 67 schooners and 8 other vessels flying the American flag. The cost at the world’s Wars since the Crimean war has been Sl‘%,265,000,000, or enough to give a 511) gold piece to every man, woman and child on the globe. From June, 179), toNovember,1813, the French Government enrolled 4, 556, 000 menI nearly three fouths of whom died' in battle, of wounds or of diseases conLracbéd in the field. It; is escimated lha: there are 100,000,000 guns in the world. At an average of $10 each, Lhe cost of the world’s rifles, shotguns and muskets would be $1,000,000,000. During the five years that the American revoluLionary war caninued 288,200 Ameri- The expenditure for the German army in 1889 was £15, 840, 00',‘ or about. $190 per man. 01' the aggregate sum 52,,5500 000 was f0! pay, £4,300 000 for food and £1,200,000 for clothing. The public debt. of the Austro-Hungarian Empire is 5,620,185,000 florins, mostly con- tracted by the French war of the early years of this century and the Seven Weeks’ war mth Prussia. The navy-of Great Britain has 65,000 men; France, 54,000; Germany, 16,000; Russia. 29,000: Austria, 8040; Italy, 13,- 0 0 ; Spam, 14,000; Holland, 8000; Turk- ey, 3.-‘,(}()0; the United States 10,000. cans were efilisbed, but there were rarely more than 30,000 in the field at any one time. In 11501) France has a. national debt of 714,000,001) francs ; Napoleon ran the sum up to 1 272.000, 000. Under tho Third Rep ublicin 1889 the debt was "21,223” 000, 000 francs, mosbly contracted by wars. During the six weeks’ war in 1866 be- tween Prussm and Austria, 309,000 Prus- sians and 330,000 Austrians tock the field. 01' the former 20,774 were killed or disabl- ed and 84,160 of the latter, a total loss of 104,934 men. The war of the Spanish succession cost the British taxpay er p£23, 000, 000; the Seven Y ears \\ 3r, £58, 003,00J; the American War of 1776, £116,000,000; the Napoleonic wars, £62 ),UOU,OUO; the Crimean W'ar, £39,- 01)),000. payers nearly $3,000,000 8. day. In 1881 English ships brought to the bone factories of England 30,000 skellons of Turkish and Russian soldiers who had perished in the Crimean war. They were to be utilized as lertilizing material, after being ground to powder in the mills. All the wars of Napoleon Bonaparte cost his country £255,000,000, while the wars of Louis Napoleon cost France $442,000,070. The former mode the enemy pay most of the expense ; the expense of the wars waged by the latter was borne by France. During the siege of Sebastopol the bat- teries of the allied army threw into the beseiged city over 30,100 tom. of shot and shell. The cost of the artillery firing and the value of guns ruined and condemned in estimated at $12,000,0 v0. During the Franco-Prussian war the Germans fired 30,000,000 rifle cartridges and 363.000 chames of artillery, killing or mortally wounding 77,000 Frenchmen, showing that 4uU shots are required to klll or monally wound one man. During the most peaceful years the world has 3,700,000 soldiers, who are withdrawn from productive occupations to pose as soldiers, The pay, equipments, food and clothing of these men cost the world’s tax- payers nearly $8,000,000 8 day. During the civil war in the U. S. from 1861 to 186-", the Union ordnance de- partment, served out to the army 7802 can- non, 4,0‘.Z'.2,000 rifled, 2,360,000 equipments for foot. and horse, 12,00J tons of powder, 42.000 cons of shot and 1,022,000,000 car- Lridges. The soldier is the best fed individual of his class in Europe. The British soldier receives for hisdaily ration 16 ounces of bread, 1‘2 of meat, ‘2 ofrice, S of dried vege- tables, 16 of potatoes. and once a. week he receives 2 ounces of salt, 4 of coffee and 9 of sugar. The American revolutionisbs of 1776 were opposed by 29,166 men bought by Lhe Brit- ish Government. m Hesse, Brunswick and. Auspach. For these men the King paid £5, 127,600, or about. £175per man.‘ ‘0: the whole number of mercenaries, 11,843 perish- ed in the war. The largest standing army is that. of Russia, 800,000 men; the next in size that of Germany. 492,000;the third that of France, 553.000; the fourth, Austria, 322% 000; after which come Italy y, with 255, HUI); England with 210001); Turkey, with 160- 000; Spain, with 145, 000. In Lhe Crimean war of 1855 309,400 men went to the front, of whom 8490 were kill- ed in battle, 39,870 were wounded, of whom 11,750 died in the hospital-l, 75,375 died of diseases contracted during the cam- pnign. The total deaths were 951615. The war cosh £305,000.000. The Krupp steel l30-ton gun has a range of fifteen miles, and can fire two shots a minute. The shot, weighs 2600 pounds, and 700 pounds of powder are required for a. charge. The cost. of a. single round from this gun is $1500,s.nd it is said that; the gun can not, be fired more than fifty or sxxcy times. The cost of the piece is $75,000. The regular army of China. is seid to consist of 323,000 men. Besides this, the Emperor's army, there is a national army of 630,000 men, who are paid sbont $1 a. month, bum in consideration of this munifi- cence, are required to feed themselves. The cavalry receives $3 a month, feed their own horses, and if lost or killed, are requir- ed to replace them out of the pay given l-y lthe Government. GREAT WARS.