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i'i \ NOT OLAP, NOn AAD. «â-  I Tou B&n£ ft Utile Boug tu-dfty. : ' ' It w&«noiM<l, it was uotflfty, Tlui wry tUuiio wan nU^Dout-wOfti ; Two lovers umH. ku lovuni may, Tb«y bad notoittt -•inc« yeattiwyâ€" Tbey muvt not ino«t afftlnâ€" tfll rnura I And did thoy luuot a^ain. my dear ? Did U)orninf! como aud Dud tlK<m her* To Bee uacb other's uytm atjain ? Alfta I on that rou ar« not clear. For hearts willBhift aa wiodii will veer, And luvu can vt5er like any vane I Ah, no ! 1 think some sudden craze, Some bitter Hpite bofull their days. What waH tliat plaintiru minor for ? No more toK^thur lie ttioir ways, K«uiote ]>ornsim th» lovur strays. Perhaps ths lady cuiues no mure I So Btrange the numbers sob and swell ; No, there's nu guessing what befell ; It's lliu sweeUMtl soug you slug 1 Not sad. and yetâ€" I canaut tellâ€" Nor glad, aud yetâ€" "Us very well- Like love, like life, like anything ! THE SHEPHERD OF THE SALT LAKE, A Story in Three Chapters. CUIPTEB I. lie was known to have been a convict, and to have served out his time at Mac- qoarie Ilaibor, though in his old a({e there was little or nothing in his manner or appearance to indicate anything of savagery or vice in his disposition. Twenty year* of his liie had been spent in profitless labor with pioli and shovel and craidle on the diggings that broke oat in endleaa nambers throajjhoat the length and breadth of Australia after the gold dis- coveries of 1851. During the " fifties " he was in Victoria ; first at Bendigo, then at Ballarat, Mclvor, Maldon, the Ovens and other places of promise. The "sixties" found iiim in New South Wales, still lead- ing the romantic life of a digger. The >• seventies " saw him shepherd, stockman, station cook, timber-feller and hutkeepcr, and in 18H0â€" an old broken down man â€" he was shepherding sheep in Queensland. No life could have been more forlorn and desolate than his daring those latter dayu of his travelling. His hut was distant some 20 mil»H from the primitive head station on which his employer lived. From week end to week end he saw no living soul except the black boy who brought him his rations, and, at rare intervals, the sheep overseer or manager, who rode oat to count his flock. His Holitary bark hut was erected on the edge uf the basin of a dried up salt lake, such as are found freiiueutly in the interior of Aautralia. It was nothing but a depressed hollow, treeless and graasless, covered with a salty incrustation, and at the edges with a sparse growth of creeping pig weed and dwarf ti-tree. There was something unutterably melancholy in this vast expanse, gleaming with a dirty white lustre under the sun's raysâ€"eileut, lifeless and desolate. It was the bime of no living thing ; even its scanty covering of vegeta- tion only extended its stragglmg growth along the edges, choked back by the salty, dust-like soil. The very birds seemed tu avoid it, and Uy in other directions ; the chirp of the crickets and grasshoppers, â- oanding incessantly from the grass all about, never broke the mournful stillness that brooded over the salt lake. It might have been blighted by some awful curse, so lifeleaa, no lagubrioas a thing was it. It l<y in the heart of molga ridges, rising in gentle slopes all around, green where covered with grass, dirty red where tlin friable earth lay unhidden. Toward the Hiiot where the old shepherd's hut was erected a low outcrop of rock forme<l tlio northern boundary nf the lake ; behind this was a clump of gidvea trees, and atretching back from it a wilderness of wattle and wild hop vinos. In this melancholy retreat old Bootty passed many a long and wuary year. Ho isolated whs it, and so deeply did his nature become imbued with the callousness of his aurroundings, that time passed over his head almost unheeded. The days brought nothing to him bat the dull routine of his duties ; the <v(teks fled ; the months slipped by ; and ho neither noticed nor cared to mark their flight. His dog and his <|aiet flock wore his only companions. He had no thought for anything else ; they made the sum total of his existence. Hu almost knew every individual sheep by sight, and they, in turn, exhibited no fear of him, BO accustomed were they to his voice and presence. lOvery morning, when he let them out of the " yards," they would slowly wander across the ridges, feeding as they went ; every evening tliey would as slowly make their way back again, without effort or direction on his part. The raonths came and went, and brought no change in the lonely life of the old shep- herd. The stony, grass-covered slopes of the mulga ridges surrounde<l him, cutting him off from the outer world by a motion- less billowy sea of green ; the Halt Lake, gleaming with saline incrustations, wau ever before his gaze, benambing his mind with the mystery of its lifeless solemnity. One evening, at the close of a long sum- mer day, when the wattle blossom and the wild hops made the languorous air heavy with their subtle i)erf ume, three liorsemun suddenly appeared before the lonely shep- herd. It was the owner of the station, acoompanied by two bush hands. "Uoo<l-day, Hootty ) sheep all right?" «aid the farmer, reining up and dismount- ing. " Aye, boss. "That's right. We'll camphere to-night, «nd I'll go and have a look at them. I'm going to start fencing in this end of the run. We've come to mark out the line. I sup- |)Ose the gibbera hole's full ?" " Aye, pretty well." "Then w«'ll take the horses down and give them a drink." The four men, loading the horses by the bridles, walked to where the outcrop of white limestone rock formed a natural bar- rier to the iialt Lake. A broad shirep track led them down to a narrow gully that split the rock almost at its centre. IliiJen in this ambash, and overhung by an iMhense block of limestone, was a small, dan-look- ing pool, not more than three to four feet in width. Home troughing, rudely con. struoted from the hollowed-out trunks of trees, lay on the ground near by. The horses drank from the troughs, whilst the men dipped their pannikins in the pool. " The water's cold as ice," said Bcotty'e master. " It makes yonr teeth tingle." " It's always the same," answered the shepherd, "even on the hottaat day." "It's a regular Qod-sond, this gibbera bole," said the squattsr. " The on\j water (or ten miles round. It mut be a spring -, it doesn't seem to go down at all." " No, it never alter*." " I wonder if it's deep," said one of the men. "Deep? It is 80," answered Sootty. " I cut a sapling 20 feet long, but I couldn't bottom with it." Their thirst satisfied, the men made their way along the gully oat on to the small plateau of rook that commanded the Halt Lake. The vast expanse stretched away before their eyes desolate and lifeless, and the three visitors gazed at it for a long time in silence. " It's a strange place," said the S()uatter at length, speaking softly, as though loth to break the curious stillness. " it's enough to give one the horrors." " Horrors!" exclaimed Scotty, with sud- den vehemence, " you're right. It do give the horrors. It's always the same summer and winter, weighing down and crushing the heart out of a man. It's a drefful place. There's a curse hanging to it, and those who live nigh it get the curse in them, too. I know it. Night and dav for four years I've been watching it, ana it's blighted me the same as it is itself. There's no livin' thing goes near it but me and the sheep. It's only me knews what a cursed thing it is." The squatter and his men exchanged a quick look of surprise. The old shepherd's manner had suddenly changed. He had been doll, impassive and silent. Their un- expected arrival had aroased in him no surprise, had given rise to no sign of wel- come or pleasure. But when he spoke of the Halt Lake, his manner was wholly changed. His sunken eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice was raised, his bands and arms moved restlessly. " I know it," he continued, with still greater vehemence, pointing toward the lake with shaking finger. " I've watched it for days and days together, feeling it weighing me down more and more. This is what it's done." He motioned with one comprehensive gesture toward his furrowed face, his sunken eyes and trembling limbs. " It's broke me down. It's made me like this. It's blighted me the same as it blights everything that goes near it. There's no escaping from it when once it's got bold of you. It'll be the death of me in the end. There's no getting away from it now â€" not for me." His arm sank to liis side, the light died away from his eyes, aud he relapsed into silence, standing there gazing vacantly at the funereal waste. His three companions exchanged a second look of meaning, and one of the men whis. pered to his mate, " He's clean off bis head." "Oh! it's not so bad as that, Scotty," said the aiiuatter, soothingly. " It's a dull place to live in, and it's terribly lonely, too. If you like, I'll move you to another part of the run." But the old shepherd shook his bead. " No," ho answered listlessly, " I'm not wanting to go away. I've been here for four years, aud I'll leave my bones here. I can't get away from it. It's got hold of me, body and sor.1, and I'll stand by it till it finishes me. I don't want to go away." ' There seems to be a bit of feed on it," contiuue<l the other, anxious to change the current of the old man's thoughts. " Aye," ho answered dully. " The shoep'3 fond of pig weed, and I let 'em run along the e<lge sometimes. " But it ain't over safe in the middle." ' How ?" " In summer it's all fine sand and drift ; but in winter, after the rain, it's nothing but a bog." ' It's a fearful place, altogether," said the other, with a slight shudder. Hut let's get back and hobble the horses out." The three visitors spread their blankets under the shelter of old Hcotty's but that night, and on the next day set themselves to the duty of driving in i>egs and blazing the trees along the projected lino of fencing. A oom|>as8 placed on a stake driven in the ground was the sole instrument used ; by Its aid the long line, running duo east and wdst, was roughly marked out, with sufli- ciunt accuracy, for the puriuse of guiding the fencers in their subso<|uent work. For throe days the marking out of the line was continued, and for three nights the workers cainiied with the old man ; then they took their departure, and the solitary shepherd of the Halt Lake was left once again to his wonted isolation. Hut the visit of the sijuattor and his men was but the herald of a greater change. A month fiassed, and the old shephord, pur. suing his weary round of duties, nad wholly forgotten the circumstance, when on return ing with his tlock one day toward sundown, the whitii gluam of a tent close by his hut caught his eye. Ho broken was he by his long enforctHi solitude, so apathetic, ho in- Bensible to every outward intluenco, that even that unusual sight failed to arouse in him the sligiitest interest. He followed his sheep toward the brushwood yards, and it was not until two men, emerging from the tent, accosted him, that he seemed to be alive to the fact of there being intruders on his solitude. " Qood evening, mate," said one of the newooinors. "Good evening," Scotty answered. " We' ve come here on that job of fenc- ing," continued the man, seeing that the other asked no questions. " Have you?" " Aye. Me and Larry hero have tr.ken the contract for it. I've got the missus inside, and a youngster. Wo camped here for the water. We found the sheep tracks goin' down to tho spring." " Yes," answered Scotty. " You'll get plenty of water at the gibbera hole." He did not apeak as though he resented the intrusion of the fencers, only as though he were wholly indifferent to it. His dog, however, used so long to his master's com- pany only, barked furiously at the strangers. " Lie down, Jorry," said the old man listlessly, and then stood silently regarding the two men. " It's pretty lonely here," observed the one rer'eired to as Larry. " That's a rum looking place, that there swamp." " Aye ; it's got a curse on it. Hotli tho fencers looked curiously at tho old man, but ha ofTored no further ex- planation. " How d'ye mean 7" asked one of them at length. " There oin't no livin' thing on it. It's got a curse on it." Tho men looked at one another mean- ingly, and then again at the old man. Thoy forebore to make any further allusion to the Bah Lake, howeTer, and the one who had spoken first, whom the other addressed as Duke, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, said : " Well, I exp«ct we'll be camped here some time, seein' that tbis is the only water for ten miles round. I hope we'll hit it right. We won't interfere with the sheep further than getting one now and again for rations. Them were the arrange- ments with the boss. We'll kill to-night if you'll put us on to a good fat 'im." " All right," answered Hcotty, slowly. "Take what one you've a mind to." He watched the men while they clam- bored over the hurdle gates of tho yard and secured one of the sheep. Then, when they had carried it away to kill, he retired to his hut to prepare his poor evening meal. Entering, he seated himself on the edge of the bunk, gazing through the open door- way at the Salt Lake, visible in all its hideous desolation. Then be rose and pro- ceeded to busy himself in a dull, spiritless way with the wood ashes on the hearth. He fanned the still smouldering embers into a flame, and, filling a billy with water, put it on to boil. That done, be reseated himself on the bunk and gazed out once again at the desolate landscape spread out in front of him. He sat here for some time, silent and meditative, when a slight noise caused him to lower his gaze. A little girl was peeping through his open doorway. Scotty looked at her with- out speaking, and the child returned his gaze with grave scrutiny. At last, em- boldened by bu silence, she stepped into the hut, and going up to him, laid her hand fearlessly on his. " What's your name?" she asked. Scotty recovered himself with a start at the sound of her voice. The dreary ex- panse of the Bait Lake was before his eyes, the thought of it in his mind, and the little figure, coming before him so suddenly, seemed in some way to have a mysterious connection with it. He gazed at her with a sudden, newly awakened interest. 8he was a thin, delicate looking child, with a pale, clear complexion, and a pair, of deep, large, dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a dirty white frock, and her legs and feet were bare. " What's your name?" she asked again, after a pause of silent observation. " Bootty." " My name's Lizzie â€" Lizzie Duke. I'm nearly 0. Do you think that's being quite old?" " Yes," he answered mechanically. " So do I. Mother don't, nor father. But I do. I want to be old." " Do you ? be said in the same %ray. " Yes. Of coarse. I don't get any girls and boys to play with, so I want to be old â€" like mother. Have you seen mother ? " No." " She's here, yoa know, with father and Larry. They've come to do the fencing, and I'm going to help them. Do you live here?" she continued, looking round. " Yes." " It's a nice place, bat I like a tent bet- ter. Don't you? There's so much room in a bi(, tent." Her eyes wandered slowly round the humble dwelling place. It was \iooT enough, the whole structure boing of bark ail4 wo(xl. The framework of saplings was visible from ^tnaidfl, the sheets of bark that did for walls and roof being fastened on tho outside. The floor was simply the earth beaten hard, the open fireplace a pro- tection of bark and clay. A rude table, made out of roughly adzed slabs, stood against one wall ; opposite it was the bunk on which the old man was seated. A block of wood near the fireplace was the only substitute for chair or form, while over the bod was fastened a shelf, on whioh lay a few tatterod volumes, a couple of tin pannikins and a few Oilds and ends. Hanging from the roof was a clean flour bag, tied tightly at the nock. It contained the shepherd's rations of tea, flour and sugar, and was placed there for protection from tho ants. The hut was miserable enough, and hidooiiH in the dingy brown of bark and wood and earthen floor, the only gleam of color being in the blue blankets that covered the bunk. " I think I like a tent better," re^ieated the child, gazing at old Scotty gravely. " It's lighter, and there's more room. Don't you think so ?" But the old man did not seem to hear the (juestion. Ho was gazing out through the open doorway on the darkening face of the Halt Lake. Almost wholly hidden by the crepuscular shadows, its saline incrustations still dully gloaming, it looked more groteB<|ue, more solemn than in the dayliglit. " What is that ?" said the child, follow- ing his glance. " It's the Halt Lake." " What a funny place I It's all flat, and there aren't any trees on it. Why is it like that ?" " Because there's a blight on it that de- stroys everything that goes near it," he answere<l, almost unconscious of whom he was addressing. " A blight ? What's that ?" " A curse, that withers and chokes and sucks the life out of every living thing." The child ottered a cry of fear. " Oh, it's wicked to say that," she cried, " and I'm getting frightened. Why do you say such naughty things? They can't be true." " Aye, but it's true enough," he answered, wagging his head solemnly. " It's done it to me, and, if you atop here, it'll be tho same with you." " No, it won't," she answered, breaking out into a fit of childish weeping, " and you're a bad man to frighten me so. I shall tell mother." The old shepherd gazed at her in sur- prise. Tears were ho new to him that the sight of them made him actually tremble. He was moved with a strange agitation. For the first time during all those years of lonolinosa a feeling of pity and tenderneaa thrilled him. A curious trembling took hold of him aa he laid his|hand tenderly on the girl's head and drew her to him, aud in his own eyes glistened a moisture that the long, calloUB years had not seen before. A weeping child had reopened the springs of human sympathy so long dried up. Then half an hour latortlie mother came to look for hor littln daughter. She found the child in the old shepherd's hut. The billy had boiled itself out, the fire was tow, the iilaoo waa dark ; but seated motionlcas on the bunk was old Kootty, with little Lizzie sound asleep in hia arms, (To bo coutluued.) DBOLUEKIK8 OF THK .SCBOOI.. PattlBg Children an Tlp.Toe to Kaach the Top of the Tree. Here are some notes made bij a teacher, who has kindly placed them in our hands. They show that instruction in the public schools must be made to conform to oona- mon sense. Here are some of the children's exercises: " There were some virgila who could tell whether any one waa going to die. One of them married. It was not right for virgila to marry, so they put them in a basket on the Tiber. When they grew up they built Rome and restored the throne to their grandfather, Alba Longa." Christ waa crucified at Antioch, in Syria. Christ was cracified in the IDtb year of bis age. Christ was crucified nineteen years B.C. Christ was born at David (Luke ii. 11). Christ waa crucified in the reign of the Boman Kmperor Pharaoh. He (Julius Csaar) conquered all the known worldâ€" There was more known than when Augustua reigned â€" He crossed the Rubicon to Alexandria â€" He made a con spiracy against Rome, but was successful â€" He came into Spain and to Rome â€" At the Senate they palled their cloaks aroand him and be said, " What Brutus t thou too Casca?" And in the year 27 B. C. in the 44th year of his reign and the 76tb of bis life he left a wife. The fable of the " Fox and the Grapes " was read, with the exception of the moral. The pupils were asked to write the story and supply the moral. A horse passing along saw some lucicious grapes hanging. He picked two then threw them down and wont away aaying " The grapes are sour." The moral isâ€" be got the grapes. Cleopatra was a very wicked woman. She was persecuted by Antony and died of the bight of an asp, or the prick of a (Kiison- ous needle, and then sbe found she had to so to Rome in chains. Moore's " Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea" was read, and the cause of rejoicing explsined, and the pupils were requested to write the substance of the stanza. Moore has beautifully pictured in verse how Jehovah and his people escaped from Ferro by crossing a sea. He says thus sound the loud tymbal Jehovah has escaped from the army of Ferro by crossing the sea thus separating them- selves from Ferro and his army by the sea ; both men, horses and chariots of Ferro went down. When the tempest sounded over the sea the people cried Jehovah is free. "Miss , I cannot understand the lesson." "What is the matter?" " I have looked oat the word c-e-1-i-b-a-c-y in the dictionary, and I don't understand the lesson. It says the monks made a vow of celibacy â€" that means they musn't get married â€" but I don't see how that could be, for it says (hey were of great value to the land for (reading from the book) ' they raised nurseries and became excellent hus- bandmen.'" â€" Harjxr'i ffeekly. Ham Jon»« Answers Qae»tiolia. A gentleman who recently met Sam Jones on a railway train --epeats part of the conversation as follows : Said 1 : " Adam and Eve were the first two [>eople on earth. According to the Uible they had two sons â€" Cain and Abel. Cain slew Abel and then fled to the land of Nod and took unto himself a wife. Adam and Eve, the first Cain and Abel, uextCain fled. We understand from ' fled ' that he ran and got away from bis awful crime as quickly as his legs would carry him. "Then," I continued, excitedly, " right in the same sentence the Bible says he took unto himself a wife. Where did she come from?" I sank back, thinking I had given him a poser. His eyes twinkled, his lips parted in a smile. " An' nary one of them preachers could tell you?" he asked. " No, sir; not one." " Well, he ooutinaed, " that's funny, for that's a mighty easy qaeatiou." He smiled again, and said : " Why, Cain got his wife from his father-in-law." I was done op. " Where is hell, that you preachers talk so much about? " I asked. " I dunno," be said. " I don't want to know. I ain't headin' that way. I'm going to let them fellers as are goin' thar find out." " What's your idea of blacksiders ? " "Well," he said, "thar was a maa walkin' along a country lane in Arkansas once with a pitchfork on his ahoulder, and a very vicious dog jumped over the fence and made at him. He jabbed tho pitch- fork through the dog aud impaled it to the earth. The dog's owner came runnin' out : ' What d'ye mean, sir,' he shouted, ' by stickin' yo' pitchfawk through my dog? ' ' He was goin^to bite me,' said tho other. ' Why didn't you hit him with the other end then?' 'Why didn't ho come at me with the other enu? ' was tho answer." After I had ceased laughing the Kev. Mr. Jones laid : " Just like the dog, backsliders are goin' wrong end to and consetiuently get into trouble." â€" Kamcu City I'iinea. This la Called " Business." Bank I'resident : Sorry, but I can't accommodate you ; your paper ia not good. Indignant customer : 1 remember when you were a poor man, twenty years ago, I lent you 91,000 without aecurity. Bank i'resident (pleasantly) : 1 remember the ciruumstancea, and I also remember how I wondere<l »t your greonneaa. You probably have more sense now. and so have I. Ciood inorning.~i'Ai(a<Wj)hia i'atl. A Sooiety Olrl's Summer Oatllt. A society girl showed theother day her sum- mer outing outfit. There ';;zi^\,,ie pink and green ribbed silks vests and ailk atockinga to match, and white china silk night gowns with lace frills. The lattei are so like noth- ing on a hot summer night that one is glad to spend a superfluous 81,5 on each just tc keep cool. The other sets were of fine linen cambric and nainsock with a narrow edge of lace on the neck, but a flounce on the bottom, by ord^r of the extravagant wearer.â€" AVm York tetter. One of Ella Wheeler Wilcox's whims is to wear nothing but white in the house. She ia usually seen in a white satin Kate Greonaway robe, high-necked and long- sleeved. KXPKBTS WITH CHLOKUF«RM. ftwall Orl ml iia l s who Admlalsten n iisw thetici to their VIetiass. The chloroformists, says M. iituie in bia recently published book on tke police de- partment of Paris, may he justly coosi- derud the aristocracy of the criminal class. They are mostly recruited from the ranks of the best and most highly educated classes of society, and their favorite fields of operation are the railway carriages and the hotels. Their method of procedure in case of the former is as fo^ows i They go to the railway terminus of one of the long linei, and wait near the ticket office until they catch sight of some traveller who, on opening his pocketbook to pay bis fare, shows that it is well stocked. 'The chl<yo- formiat buya a ticket for the same destina- tion, takes a seat in the same compart- ment and, after getting into conversation, either asks his victim to join him in a lunch, which he produces from a well-filled basket, or offers him an excellent cigar. Both the lunch andcigarhavebeencaref ally " prepared " with a strong narcotic, and if either are accepted the unlucky traveller ia soon plunged into a heavy stupor. The cbloroformist then opens a little pbial, which he generally keeps hidden inside his hat, and places it for a few moments under the nostrils of the sleeper, gently applying to the mouth at the same time a sheet ol fine parchment, having the shape of a car- nival mask, for the purpose of excluding fresh air. The victim ia thus quickly rendered wholly insensible, and the thief is able to commence his operations in perfect safety. He takes possession of the pocket-book and empties it of all its contents except a few notes of anAil value, and then replaces it in the pocket from which he has taken it, leaving the victim's jewellery and coined money untouched. Having removed the parchment mask from the face of the sleeper, he then leaves the train at the next big station. The traveller on awakening and find- ing himself alone in the compartment, in- stinctively looks to see if his watch and chain and coined money are all right, and on finding them so, does not usually take the trouble of investigating his pocket- book, so that the theft has a chance of re- maining undiscovered for several days. Fre<iuently, however, the victim does not awake at all, but dies from the effect of the anaesthetic. The authorities, finding them- selves in the presence of a corpse wbiob does not present the slightest traces of violence and with the money, papers and jewellery apparently undisturbed, can only attribute the death to natural causes, aud sa a rule do not insist on an autopsy. It is a very startling fact that cases of sud- den death in railway compartments have become exceedingly numerous the past two years, and M. Mace ii convinced that crimes of this nature will, owing to the very impunity by which they are attended, go on increasing from yaar to year. Brilliant Ueflnltlons. Oems of composition from aspiring Lon- don school teachers undergoing examina- tion : Cricket.â€" This game consists of six stumps, two bats and a ball. Nor should we omit the bails, whioh are four in num- ber. Walking.~-My favorite walk iswben I do not have far to go to it. The Beautiful. It is beautiful to sit upoo a stone in tho middle of hoary ocean. Joan of Arc. â€" She was rather pious and very genteel. Samson Agonistes.â€" Samson in agony. Ue dealt doles with the jawbone of a deaid ass. Monastery. â€" .V place for monsters. In the line from " Lady of tho Lake " â€" " Fierce Roderick folt the fatal drain" â€" the last word waa defined " a sewer or con- duit." Comments are unnecessary.â€" St. Jamet' Giuette. The Sweetest Olrl lu School. " She's the sweetest girl in school!" en- thusiaatically exclaimed one young miss to another as they possed down the street together. " Edith is so kind and gentto and ansolfish, every one hkes her. And she has lovely golden hair and pretty eyes. Isn't it a pity her complexion ia ao bad ; it spoils her looks. And then she has such dreadful headaches!" The girls skipped along, but it happened Edith's mother had heard what they said. It set her thinking. What could be done for those headaches and tho rough, muddy complexion that was such a trial to hor gentle daughter. She recalled what she had read of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery, and on the spur of the moment she slipped into a drug store and bought a supply. Edith took it faith- fully, with the result that it cleared her disordered blood, relieved the headaches, made hor skin soft, foir and rosy, and now she is not only the "sweetest girl in school," but the most beautiful. The Range of Mlu Abbott's Voice. 1 asked Mias Abbott to tell me the range of her voice. " I can sing three notes higher than any living prima donna, except Bembrioh," sbe replied. " And how high is that ?" I asked her. " To F altiasimo. Listen," she added, and raising her head slightly, she sounded the note " a " above the staff lines, ran easily up the scale to C, and then with no apparent exertion struck C sharp, 1), D sharp, E, aud finally F, holding the last note long enough for me to turn to a piano, and, striking the same note, test the cor- rectness of her voice. 1 expressed delight at hor performance, when she laughed and said : " You maybe surprised when I add that I have trans- poaetl the score of ' II Trovatoro ' up in order that I may sing it with greater i M'aahington Pott. Was Winins. When Vincent, the defaulting Treasurer of Alabama, was brought back ho explained that ho began tho downward career which ended in his stealing 9*212,000 by gambling. He lost and lost, but kept on in hope of winning. " Didn't you know," aakeA one, " that you only had about ten chances in a hun- dred of winning 'f" " Oh, certainly," was tho reply ; " but being as it was some one else's money, I waa perfectly willing to take the obauces." W