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i “our «w‘ iv in v-u. this tacit understanding between them A. LEGAL SECRET. CHAPTER IV.â€"â€"(Conlinued.) i Mrs. Pilkingtou clasps her hands‘ tightly together and looks up eagerly,1 "What are you telling me 7-- says she in a piteous voice. Sidney answers thoughtfully: "\Ve have sometimes spoken togetherâ€" whose though on rare occasionsâ€"of her memory is very dear to $011 and to me" We have both grieved over the loss-:â€" Can you bear to speak of her now? Mrs. Pilkington boivs her head. The tears are rolling down her cheeks: She cannot answer him in words. " All hope," Sidney continues. "of ever seeing her again-th0ugh 011’ love for her has never lessenedâ€"died out. of both our hearts years ago. We have mourn- ed fou- her as one who is dead." Still the tears fall fast. What better confirmation that she acquiesees in all that Sidney is saying? " More than once." the young lawyer resumes. " it has been suggested by Mr- Pilkington thatâ€"although it would be impossible to replace henâ€"by hunting the world over. it still might be advis- able for you to have some companionâ€"" " Not to replace her. Sidney; that can never be." . "Still, dear Mrs. Pilkington. you have at last. consented, A young girl â€"one that no one could help lovingâ€"has been found." " It was to please himâ€"â€" "Butâ€"will you not see her ‘3" Mrs. Pilklngton looks up quickly. "To-night! Is it my husband's wish?" "It is mine." Something in Sidney's voice brings a keener glance into her eyes; she searches his face more closely; she speaks in a soft, tremulous voice: "She is ome one your love. Is she not. dear 2" ' i Yes ;” and Sidney rises slowly from his chair. " I loved her when a child." Mirs. Pilkington utters a surpressed cry. "I love her more deeply now. She wasâ€"and still isâ€"my little sweetâ€" heart.” Starting up with an eager look in her eyes, Mrs. Pilkington steps toward the door. Sidney, .in sudden alarm, ov- ertakes her ; and but for his supporting arm she must have fallen. It is past midnight now. Rosa is ly~ ing with wakeful eyes watching the trsmulous circle of light thrown upOn her bedroom ceiling by the dim night~ lamp on her table. Her thoughts are busy still with all that has happened since the morning. She almost dreads to close her lids, lest she should fall asleep, and presently wake again to find her- self in her little garret in Took’s Court, as she had many a. time done after dreaming happily of her' old home. The parting with Sidney Trench to- day at the edge of the grove has awak- ened a feeling of sadness. Nor does the thought that they must soon meet agalll--Dr0bably on the morrowâ€"i-e- move this sense of happiness. She can- not complain of his attitude towards her; it is everything that she could have wished. Any reference to their childhood would have displeased her; n â€"the drifting back slowly into the past -â€"-is all she craves. Can their meeting in the old Wood again. now that they have both reached a more romantic age, have unconsciously roused a deeper love in her heart? Rosa knows that all the guests must be gone; for there is a stilluch in the house that assures her that even the servants have retired. But still she feels no inclination for sleep; her brain is feverishly active. There is one face-â€" one that. is most distinct in the memorâ€" ies of this homeâ€"which she has not yet. seen; the face that has bent over her in bygone days. While Rosa is still meditating. with her eyelids sinking slowly at last. her door-is softly opened. and an eager figâ€" ure is coming towards her will] keen look and outstretched arms. A face Efindsfiivei‘ her and whispers in her in e so es voice: “M litt -â€" Child!” y lo Rosa my Rosa. quickly opened her e es. The face that she looks up into isyintensc- ly beautiful, for [here is expressed in every feature wonder and adoration. It is the face that she has seen a bun- dred times in her dreams. ~..â€"_._ ClHlAP'I‘ER V. _ \Vhy does Mr. I’lllkivng‘ton sit so late in his library, after his guests are gone With his armchair drawn up to the fireâ€" less grate? It is nearly daybreak. and there he is still scored. his head lean.- ing against his hand. pondering deeply. His face expresses a startling change. It has become more wrimlkled and with- aged 1han one would have supposed pesâ€" sible, in a few hours time. even in so old a man. Does anything unusual vex l his mind i Tibet Would seem improbable. For has helmet confided all the legal . secrets to Sidneyâ€"all that he need con~ tide? 0n the morrmv another Trenchi will take the Senior‘partner's chair in l. the among room; for another Plilking~ ' tom has played out his legal part. andl has taken leave once and for all of his glieinlts. Lincoln's Inn has seen him ‘ for the last time. Is it this fact that troubles "him? No; ' Mr. Pflkington puts every trust in Sidney Trench. He would not other- wuse have taken this decisive step. The load (has been lifted off his mind. The 103d of other people's ii'v'iblcs? Yes; and yet something is vexing him. His; face grows more anxious every moâ€"l WWfl_______â€"_________ _ _ __. __ __ _ _ . _ _ _ .__ __ __ _____._._____.__.____â€".___.____~______-_...________- .-. 5 l9 .â€" 4 door; but, :it last he leans baclk wearâ€" '1 in his chair. _ ‘ l {and now ii slindmiw begins to gather ovr‘r ibis face. \tht shadow? The lamp burns steadily uponl lul‘l N5 :' 9 him. \V‘llilil :irntp co i ihgledzigse of a shadow like The” Mr. Piikbgmn is disiini-tly i‘iinSNOIiS of its presence. and leles grimly. s it the shadow that, sooner or later. h0â€" , s over all? veg’resonily the door is opened and Mrs. Pilkingion steps S\\‘lill_V' towards the choir and kneels down lmsule the old lawyer and presses Ibis hand lovmgrly in both her own. "You ihzill nevor see me sad now.” she ‘lclls iiimâ€"_ (lioth there are bright. tears glistening Vin her eyesâ€""for I shall now have you with me alwaysâ€"all day long; and. she adds in a more subdued voice. dear too." _ Bill? Pilkingfon's troubled look yin~ creases. "Sidney has told yourâ€"You have seen her. lhcn 21’ ‘ The. wife still bendng nt. her husâ€" band’s feet. touchcs his hand Willi her "How good you have been! ’lbc l' s. iig'ws has been broken in her so tenâ€" derly and to me tooâ€"And is it not marvellous? Silie has forgotten nothâ€" mflz‘ho lawyer's expression becomes {startled "Nothing?" I 'I 1 Mrs. Pilkington looks inquiringy ’ 1' his face. m‘fShe has not told you." he says doubt- . "how she. disappeared 2" “Edger: I must. The man who is alone to blame," says 'he. in a broken voweâ€" "who has keni her from you for twelve long yearsr~is your husband l' . Rising slowly from her kneeling posâ€" fure and standing before the. old man. Mrs. Pillkingzton’s face expresses blank amazement: "You!" It. is obvious from her tone. her whole attitude, that she is uterly dumbfound- ed at the lawyer’s words. How can she who has never doubted his integrity.‘ credit this avowalf She has heard _onl more than one occasion the tradition concerning the house of Trench, lil- ki~ngton, and Trench. 1t flashes {M‘I‘OSS hie-r now. She has heard it affirmed that as soon as the: senior has impart- ed his legal secrets to his successor. his brain begins to show signs of decay. Can such a fatality have already over- taken Mr. Pilkingtion'l It would scarceâ€" ly seem possible. .And yet she would prefer to believe his intellect impaired than accept such admission from him as truth. . Tihe lawyer waves his hand impaâ€" tienin towards a chair. “Sit down beside me." says he in a. tone of qmet. authority. "and listen to what I have to tell. It is a painful affair; it is the secret that I have hiddenâ€"â€"the seâ€" creit you would have had me keep from you; but I cannot. No partner in our house. I feel very confident, ever carâ€" ried a secret to his grave. It would have destroyed our reputation. hven our secrets are not our ow-n." She sits down without uttering ,3" cincts of Chancery Lane. word. Her husband’s firm manner. hls distinct though somewhat fee-ble_ ut- terance, is that of a man who oliVious- ly retained his mental vigour. S-he IS overwhelmed with grief; and although She tries 10 keep back her tears. she looks at him through a mist, and the shadow which is gathering over his face escapes her. . "‘lt was your wish," says Mr. Pil- kl‘nglon, "to spare me the pain of this humiliating taskâ€"the pain of confes- Sioin. Do you think I do not fully Bl" promote your trustfuliniess’l Indeed. I do. But it has not altered any pur- Dod’e; it has given me strength _to speak." For a moment he pauses With a still deeper look of thought on his face. "It "was jealousyâ€"a mad It‘al' ouisy that began it. That was the root of all this trouble. How can I have been so irrational, so unjust? But. so it was. “Hut I ought to have admir- ed, I detested. Your ansioInate love for your child drove sine to desperation. ll I‘Dusml the demon in me. I was de- iermincd that nothing. not even Your affection for little Rosa. should come between us.â€"â€"Not that in reality." he hastened to add. "it ever lessened your love for me. But I imagined it did; it was more than I could endure." The lawyer's voice grew weaker and more troubled as he proceeds. "That she was your child. though not mine. should have awakened my deepest sympathy. But it find the opposite effect: I could scarcely hide my aversion. I hated to see you cai'eSs her; I even but oil. at leasn to hear you speak of the child. No other subjectâ€"so it seemed in my inadncssâ€"inilercslcd you: 1 was even mud enough to liclieve that you had no love for any one except this childâ€"none even for me." “Did [deserve this?” “You (lescrv.:il a holler husband ; for an evil thought, seized inc at last." says i this lawyer. "and I could not resist the temptationâ€"You have not {Griffitâ€" ten that journey? I took the childâ€"I took Rosa with. me." "'1' L'd‘gb It cini?" murmurs Pil» kinglon. clasping lik‘l‘ hands. “I took her with me for one object. â€"-to remove her out of your sight and ers. whineâ€"And you, dear wife, never quesâ€" tioncd my story You believed :ill (but -I iold you; you believed that Rosa was; losi," Mr. Pilkinglun‘s voice grew very. Weak now; bui his words are still artiâ€" culate. and full of meaning. though slowly uttered. “[‘i who I-nily tlieiil when too late. that I realized what a fatal error I had made. Your love for me never changed: if greatefr. no less. Ii was the some true devotion that it always had been: it was expressed in your uc'liims more. then in your wordsâ€"tire truest love of Mirâ€"Ah, my sweet wife! how could I .now feel (but. 1 merited the love you gave. me? I saw- ivou sileinuly mourn- ing this loss: never a word of complaint escaped you. to you your ciliild! And months went by before I again not many look a journey to Si. Albanis in search of, liver. with the express intention of bringing her homo. Bun she was gone. no one knew 'Wlll‘l‘e. A pockei of letâ€" ters from Abel Norris. vs riitcn Albans, was all 1 had. I kept them looked in your deedâ€"box at Lincoln's, Inn. I never bud the courage. umil Sidney discovered this old clerk, in give this packet to you. You burnt the letâ€" ters without suspectimz my treachery and I could not Isipea‘k~.l could not brealk the noun-q to you then that R041 unis found. But now you know all." The shadow lies darkly upmn the table , became no , How I longed iii resiore. from . Mr. i it no longer. Tillie grim smile never rerun; the expression has become siern and stony. like ill-e faces of the sphinxes which are staring at each other over TIM" gmmway out in the summer. dawn. [Tillers sits the old lawyer motionless, lax though overcome by sleep. Mrs. Pil- ‘kington raises liter eyes slowly; the look is full of unchanging love and free forgiveness. Docs llit' see that true. ,womnn’s glance? No word escapcs his llim‘, his (‘Oullllt‘inflnf‘lt‘l is as stern and many as ever. and yet a tear rests u-pâ€" lon‘ ‘liiis chock! . l And now a look of terror comes inio ,Mrs. Pilkingion's fur-e, and shoe utters in, piercingr cry. Still the old lawyer lsi‘ls moiionless in his chair; siill no word escapes him. His secreis are all lolrl at last. Sidncy’s first year as senior partner. a year that \Venil quickly by. placed a visible line of care upon his young lbrow. There never had been known. in thc recollection of the oldest clerk. ‘riuoli legal recepi’ions as Mr. Trench ‘hcld in the oblong room. Olhier wait~ imgâ€"Immo besides the octagonal cham- had to be Rel. apart. [or those who had made appointments. Ii. was as 'tlmugh clients find purposely reserved their secrets from Sirlrney's car, from a dread of the able old lawyerâ€"n. dread he. could well i-orinprclicnd from per- lsonal ex science in early days. _ One niernoon. when the trees in New Square and Lincoln's Inn were again ill "leaf. Sidney walked lover to 'l'bnk’s Court. There sat A‘bel Norris. at. his desk in the dingy parlour,’ copyâ€" iing (income-ills with. the same diligence which he had shown when first employâ€" ed by the great legal firm. Nothing was changed. The black” cat, his only; companion, now lay curled up on the hearth-rug like. a. great blotch of ink. 4319. only one in the room for WillichH tiller old clerk was not responsible... "\Vell. Norris. when are you commit to pay us a visit at. the villa? Rosa asks me the question every day." I Norris shook his head. "Rosaâ€"le5 Gage. I should Bayâ€"d8 very good to think of me. srir. She [bias a kind heart: she‘ll never forget me. I know. \Vill you tell her. Fill', that shin is always ml my thoughts? I miss {her dreadfully sometimes. It ain't to be wondered at. 15 it. Mr. Trench? Twelve years was a long time. It was like losing onc's own daughter, when er. Pilkington (took her from me." There were tears in lhe old clerk's eyes. "Then why not. give up Tank's Court 2" said Sid-may. "You would find gardening a more. healthy occupation. “Why not give, up the law? I Wish I could,” the youmr lawyer added. laugh» ingly. "If some one would. offer me a pension, I would retire. Without loss of time. \Vlmt can you find in thew». old parchments'â€"and he pointed to the clerk's deskâ€"4'10 keep you in town?” "It's. lmbit. Mr. 'l‘rcirich,” said Nor~ ris, taking up his on. "It's too late nowto change this. or a rako or spade. Nor would an idle country-life suit me, sir.afier more than fifty years of deskâ€" work. This home. is all I need sir, for thieshorl time I've still to live." Such was always the answer which Sidney received whenever he spoke in Norris about himself. No argument would induce him to forsake the pre- The inky pain lour had a fascination for him: neiâ€" ther the green fields. nor the prospect of dieing near {Rosa would teimpt ‘him tin leave his old desk even for a single day. l (To be Continued.) PRESIDENT CARNOT'S VVIDOW’. .Mme. Carnot. the widow of the mur~ dered President of the French Repubâ€" Lic. lives in the deepest. retirement. She was absolutely devoted to her husband and she lives only in the past. Like most French widows. she pays constant visits to her husband's grave, and she has never yet gone to his tomb without taking with her a small bunch of flowâ€" ers, Mme. Carnot, was the daughter of Dupont \Vliite. a celebrated econo- mist of British extraction. She married the future President when she was on- ly 17 years of age. and their union proved ideally happy. Notwithstanding the awful blow of her husband's death she proved that there was nothing pet- ty or mean in her disposition, for she begged that. his murderer might be treated as a lunatic. and not subject- eld to the extreme penalty of the law. CONVICT SALVATION Ill‘ICRUl'l‘S. The latest plan of the Salvation Al‘â€" my to gain recruits is to swear in mnâ€" victs converted in pris-iiis. Five men in a San Francisco prison. can-h of whom has several years to serve, joined ilic ill'l'lly tlic other day With a \‘liéll‘ilt‘if‘f- i istic. ceremony. The excrcises. which were held. of coui‘sc. iii the jail, \"t‘l‘t‘ ill- tendod by zi thousand [:r- ipli‘. The new “ Soldiers of the Lord " were obligin lo ,lzinswcr :ill (bequcsl ions of the t‘xll‘é‘lllP- ly severe “ articles (If \\':ll' " and in sign the customary iliii-iinii-iils The prisonâ€" ers had first been required to pass through the regular proluitioiiary porâ€" iod. â€"â€"_â€".â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"- FLO ll FENCE N lGH'l‘INGA LE I‘llOl‘eliC/c Nightingale in 76 years old and so broken) in health illill she can scarccly write a letter, yet she never jforgets in send some mess-ige lo the veterans of the Crimea on the anniver- ,i~‘«‘ii'y of a victory. or 10 i'cnieiiibor. at. ‘ Christmas time. those who are laboring i‘in ‘llic insiilulion for (mining nurses ; which SllIi' founded :21 Si. 'l‘lmnizis‘ Ho~<- ‘pi‘tul soon aflci‘ the close of the “ar. lSlU‘gPOll'G'E‘nt‘l‘ill Manifold “as one of liver wzii'incsi friends. and one of the fiimt lo promote the employment of women nurses in the army. THE TURKS Vl'l‘dilll’l‘Y. Big, stories are being told df the vi- tality of the 'l‘urii. Une lllilll shot through the stoma 'b in ii re'mnt lint- ‘fit' stayed in (iii: rinks till tin.- fight- ling was over, and than marched l0 miles before reporting 10) this doctors. Anolliicr. with a wound in each legiind y(mi- in line shoulder. kept on dull for 24 hours. when anl officer noticed him and sent llilln lo the hospital. The doc. furs attribute tine quick recovery of ill]? Turkish woriiiidel to their :Ilh‘llfll'l- i ions inibils. ‘ MANY CHANCES ’l'O RISE. , Butcherâ€"I need :1 boy about your isize and will give you twolvc shillings ia \vvs't. loyâ€"‘Will lhnvc a chance to rise? Riiiclinrâ€"Yos: I want you in be here men! ; lie looks. frcquently towards the ' Pilkins’mn's facev l’u‘l ll“? “’9le l0 bred at 4 ml: -k in the morning. «HOUSEHOLD. W \\~“ \\ \\â€"\~.~â€" ‘rsâ€" ‘ WHEN BABY CAME. l A sigh, a cry‘.~â€"and heaven and earth} rAre joined again A tiny life of priceless worth. A (golden reign. A mess:ng from lnfinity; iA pledge of Love: ‘ A wondrous consanguinity, .. LAll ken above. A hreaih of morn: an ecstasy; An opening flower: A sparkle on a summer sea; A welcome shower. A gleam of holy innocence Of purest mold; Mankind Without. inankivzd'r, offense; iUnblemished gold. A kiss of heavenly sanctity; .A stainless blush: A cadence of rich harmony; L0ve‘s first. sweet flush- Sui-h Iwfibispers of divber things lAire Ours toâ€"day; _ God grant the joy your advent brings Be yours for aye. amuse {on INVALIDS. Boiled \Vliiiing and Egg Sauce, â€"â€" Choose a large whiting, have it skin- ned and curled round. Put this into a .pan of boiling water, slightly salted, let it boil about ten minutes, on, if very large, a little longer,‘removmg the scum carefully. Drain llllS dry and 5mI’ve hot with sauce, prepared as fol- ;ows: Work one ounce of butter With a tablespoonful of flour'to a smooth paste, and add half a pint of boiling water. Let. this Simmer for a few minutes, then take it; off the fire, add the juice of half a lemon and 'the yolks of two bedten eggs. Stir this slowly over the fire till as think as custard, taking great. care that it does not bml. iLemon Custardâ€"Beat thiree eggs till very light in color, add to them half a pint. of water, the grated rind 6.4 a lemon, stir all togetliler, then gradually add tine juice of the lemon. But the mixlune into a clean salbjar. stand: this in a saiicfipan of bOiling Water, and stir ovpr tbie fire, using c. wooden spoon, Lill ihl- mixture is_as think as ordinary custard. Strain into glasses, and serve with Savoy blSCltllls. Egg and Soda. Waterâ€"Beat the yolk of one egg with one touspoonful of white sugar till it looks light and -rciiriiy. Add two tablespoonfuls 0f milk, stir slowly. Pour the mixture inlo a tumbler, squeeze in a few drops of lemon juice and fill up with soda,- waler. Invalid Chopsâ€"lake a loin chop, free it from bone, skin and fat, mince it very finely, add in little salt and pepper. and form it into a, compact flat cake. Flour this thickly, and fry till a good brown on bolli sides. Put into a small pan half a. gill ofsirong beef tea, and when it just. begins to boil .place in it the wake of meat; let it cook for ii quarter of an lioui‘,.turn- ing it our mcaisioually by passing a knife under it. Take care that it does noi. boil. Scatter chopped parsley over, and serve. ~ ’l‘wo Good \Vays to Prepare Eggsâ€"â€" 1. A knowing cook of my acquaintance will pooch eggs in milk, seasoned with salt or pepper, or stool-r for a change, When the eggs are cooked and set on their squares of LuaS‘l, the milk or stock is thickened, then flavored and mural over the eggs. 2. Se: half a gill o fwaicir in a small saucepan, add a gill of good gravy and a. teaspoon- ful of vinegar, set the pan over the fire, and directly its conic.an boil up slir in the beaten yolks of two eggs. When the sauce tliiukcns. pour ii round‘ llulf a dozen hardâ€"boiled eggs. Gurnâ€" isli the whole with sippets of toast and chopped piirsely. . A CLOVER LEAF LUNCHEON. One of the enleriiiininents that can be given \vlllioul much irouble or ex- pense is o. clow-r leaf 5ullt'llmm which clover bloosonis and foliage form the decorations. The tables had tops cut in clo’vicr leaf shape. and en- aiiicleil in green; .lliree persons were sealed at eiicii. The ccnire pieces were wniic linen i-iiibr.iidercil in clover leave»- illlll llicir ,piiik blossoms; the menus on“ clover leaf in sbiispe, col- nreil in me [lillLll‘iLl shades, and being used [or favors. also the nllln'e of ihe gucsl and the menu \icr.' inscribed in gold lellt‘l‘s. The dishes Were garnishâ€" ed wiili ...i'o.‘ii, and Lie ifl‘t‘vitfll was .pis- tau-lie, the icing: oi‘ the cakes daintin tinted with greenâ€"spinach juice istbe lR’Sl coloring~und toe bonbons were the same color. Candles with green shades do « riled the tables. The guests should, as ‘III‘ :is possible, conform lo the color scheme of fill! lune-b and ihe busiess should (‘t‘riillnly do so. â€"_â€"I ll REA 1) MA K 1 Ni}. One. oi the ciius‘es of poor bread is (he lurk in" knuii ing “'llt‘llli‘l‘ llli‘ flour used in its cOinLiiositiun is viizule Iroin spring ('1‘ “'lIlll’I‘ iriezil, or lint \\'iniirâ€"wbe.il flour contains more Sidl' b, and the “raid ilii‘idi up quicker than if made of fipl'lllgruflilfiill flour ; this cuiilniun‘ morn gluten than tin: other flour, and is therefore iivo mixed. Iriiious, and as 4i consequence is more, economical. \\'inler-~\‘lical flour iniikes \vliiiivr bread than lll‘dl nude from S} ring-wheat, the former flour being easily packed in the build, as it isiino and smooth. The Juilcr is course, has a yelloiwer lint, and is not easily pu.ck-‘ ed in the hand. The former is best for brand, the laitei‘ fo-i‘ pastry. A mixed flour makes very good bin-ad, and win~ lcr-ubeul flour \xill do very well if you work it rigid. ‘ r and :il‘ieulioii must be taken with Irmd from the beginning to the end of lb 9, urn-cs», until it is safely our of the oven and \\r.i,_iped in ’d clean old izililu'lolb io sled-ii and Wool “if ii mus! not be zillimed lo rise 2170 long Cur,- cspa-izilly ilic lELil iiiiie. min-ii vibe lIlUl't‘, [luv : handi': it until you count twnnty it: will do. Keep tits fire. sieady for about half an hour, then lei. it. cool down; it will take about an hour to bake A. commonâ€"sized lnzii. Divide the l'oaf in- to two parts, then mold it no put into the l/‘leng tins. The loaf rises more eve! .y than when in timepiece. i nor should be kept 'in a dry, co'ol lace, and always sift it before using. \‘lien you buy flour always ask if i is mzide from ‘ vrinp’, Winter or mixe wheat; if from he former, knead aslit- lle as possible, and keep the dough smomh. Mixed-flour breadis; kneaded smooth. Mixed-flour bread is kneaded u. little longer and a. little firmer; win- irrâ€"wbenl flour is kneaded until it 13 flmoolli and light. ' When you make bread do not use the [1111li yeast; if you do. your bread will be coinsâ€"grained, and is apt to sour in warm weather. Iii-Had is best. made b the slow yrucess: that is, springing e. niglii, cutting down in the morning and molding when light again, and putting into the baking tins and letting rise again. llrcad should rise the last time until it is nearly twice the biqu it was when placed in the. fins. Bread made with milk dries upquicker than if mix- ad with Water. . .__._4'â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€" PERSONAL POINTERS. ll. Ins about Some of the Most Prominent Folks or the \Vorld. The Duke of Fife keeps twelve suits going at the same time, and never wears the same clothes twme. : John Ruskin spends his time in planting bulbs and pulling them up the next. day to see i they are gi‘OW- mg. Switzerland has issued a new_ twen- ty-franc gold piece, Helvetia being re- presented on its face. a realistic peas- amt girl's head. Around it are twenty- two stars from the twenty-two cantons. Baron Krupp. the great ironmaster of Germany, carries evidence of the trade with him when he goes calling. His cards are made of iron, rolled so thin that they are said to be a great success for social use. Priinoe Maximilian of Saxony, who for a. year past has been officiatingvas a. Catholic priest in the slums of White- ohapel has been ordered by his doctor to leave London on account of his health breaking down. A woman having passed an exami- nation in veterinary surgery in _Eng' land, the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons refuses io grant her a certifi- cate until the courts have decided that it is legal for women to be horse d00- lors. She is a Scotch woman and a graduate. of a Scotch college. Mr. Richard le Gallienne seems anx- ious to take the place formerlyi held lm London society by (lscar Wilde. . (H0 appeared recently on a bicycle in. a. black silk costume. trimmed With creampcolored lace. according to (the London Figaro, which also asserts that his father is a respectable brewer. Nansen's discovery of deep water in‘ the Arctic Ocean leads M. de LaPPaT' out to infer that the Antarctic continent is of equal extent. and has on it moun- tains of a height corresponding to Nan- sen’s ocean surroundings. From llus he goes on to deduce the theory that the earth is topâ€"shaped and spins. With the South Pole. for its point. A loyal Briioin proposes in the Lon- don Mail a. unique method of honoring the Queen. :He would have the yea-1' divided into thirteen lunar months, twelve -of them to bear the present names of ihe months. and the thirteenâ€" th to be called Victoria. The latter monih would consist. of l“‘efll)’.-Il!llb days and would take in the period from June 18th to July lb'lh. Among wriiers [be exâ€"newspdper men are able to do the most daily work. as Robert Barr and \V. 1.. Allen, who do 4.000 words a day with case, While Sir ‘d'alier Besant docs only about 1.000. Canon Doyle does about 1,500. Anthony Tlirollope used to do never less tii-in 1.500 words, getting up at five in the morning for the purposq, and performing his regular work at the post-office all day. ‘ (‘ollcge oarsmen will give :1 remark- able dinner soon in London _ 'l‘hvz-ir guesis will be four ulil university ours, who have attained high judicial rank, Lord Mac-nnghien. Lord of Appeal in Ordinary; Lord Eshcr. Masier of the Rolls, and Lord .liisiices of Appeal A. L. Smiili and (‘hitlyâ€"lhc lust liirt‘P con- siituiiiig oneâ€"half of ilie Britiin Court. of Appeals. 'l‘hc Provost of Mon al- so an old Blue, will preside. _ . Thomas Thompson. the millionaire philanthropist, who left his fortune to his wife will) the provision that on her dcuili oneâ€"half the incmiie would go to poor women of lliu‘iilcbnrn. Vt, was grznlii-ited from Harvard College .in lRl7. in the class wiili ilie illlllni‘lll; his- iorian, George Bancroft. llis Widow, who is pow over cighiy years old. is one of ihe most. liberal givers of the day to charity and. beneficr-il enter- prises. . The Emperor of Russm does not care much for \ch bicycle, but his SlSlel‘S are devoted to it. He likes lawn tennis better, and devotes much time to if; in summer oi Peterliof. lleis fond of lll‘l and (‘ll'llllf‘l'll Russian painters are frequenin invlied to bring ilieir new mixtures in his palace. where he gives iiiuch iimc to their inspeclion. He. is no) talkuiive and usually cxpi'eSscs his lll-Llll-kS with a. smile or a gesture. LOVER'S WAYS. Probably there is no insian:e in which any two lovers have made love exactly inlllie s:iiiii- way as any other two lov- ers since the world began. Alexander IDEMIO a bonfire for Thais. Bassonio soft-soldered Portia with a_ leaden casâ€" lwl. 'l‘lic garrulous female in the “Araâ€" biiin Nights" told her husband stories. llippumcni-s bad a close race for Ata- lanta, but he played the apple game upon her. in the Polynesraii Islands they win their hearts by beating their heads with a sliillelugli. Newton poked down the tobacco in his pipe Willi bis sweetiieai’t's fingerâ€"a warin 'loken of affection. Ilolhwcll was inclined to Mary. and lot-lied her up in his castle. Colibeit‘s wife caught. him by the grace wii'li which she used her wusblul); she wzis never known (0 use it_ after the wedding. Nicholas of Russia wanted to pop zit, zi. dinner table, but was nervous, in aliiinp of so bc iiiibuldcd a. ring 1 bread and handed it to the lady. (‘hiir- lciniignc‘s secretary was caught by ‘a Snowstorm "sparking" the i-inperors daughter iii midnight, and she carried him home on her brick, so that his foolsieps shouldn't be traced. [he emâ€" louves are l’t‘ilil}‘ l‘ur lll‘c uvcii the oven ll(|i cnniirh if you keep 5 our. ilzivi ipei‘or board of ii, and saddled hill) on to llel‘ for the rest of her life.