DOMINION OF WOMAN. THE GLORIOUS RIGHTS SHE ALREADY

POSSESSES.

Rev. Dr. Talmage Favors Woman Suffrage, but He Sees Higher Rights For Women Than This--The Realm of Home--An Allegory.

ST. LOUIS, June 16.--In his sermon for today Rev. Dr. Talmage, who has reached this city on his western tour, discusses a subject of universal interest--viz, "Woman's Opportunity"--his text being, "She shall be called woman,"

Genesis ii, 23.

God, who can make no mistake, made man and woman for a specific work and to move in particular spheres--man to be regnant in his realm; woman to be dominant in hers. The boundary line between Italy and Switzerland, between England and Scotland, is not more thoroughly marked than this distinction between the empire masculine and the empire feminine. So entirely dissimilar are the fields to which God called them that you can no more compare them than you can compare oxygen and hydrogen,

water and grass, trees and stars. All

this talk about the superiority of one sex to the other sex is an everlasting waste of ink and speech. A jeweler may have a scale so delicate that he can weigh the dust of diamonds, but where are the scales so delicate that you can weigh in them affection against affection, sentiment against sentiment, thought against thought, soul against soul, a man's world against a woman's world? You come out with your stereo-

typed remark that man is superior to

woman in intellect, and then I open on

my desk the swarthy, iron typed, thunderbolted writings of Harriet Martinean

and Elizabeth Browning and George Eliot. You come on with your stereotyped remark about woman's superiority to man in the item of affection, but I ask you where was there more capacity to love than in John, the disciple, and Matthew Simpson, the bishop, and Henry Martyn, the missionary? The heart of those men was so large that after you had rolled into it two hemispheres there was room still left to marshal the hosts of heaven and set up the throne of the eternal Jehovah. I deny to man the throne intellectual; I deny to woman the throne affectional. No human phraseology will ever define the spheres, while there is an intuition by which we know when a man is in his realm, and when a woman is in her realm, and when either of them is out of it. No bungling legislature ought to attempt to make a definition or to say, "This is the line and that is the line." My theory is that if a woman wants to vote she ought to vote, and that if a man wants to embroider and keep house he ought to be allowed to embroider and keep house. There are masculine women and there are effeminate men. My theory is that you have no right to interfere with any one's doing anything that is righteous. Albany and Washington might as well decree by legislation how high a brown thrasher should fly or how deep a trout should plunge as to try to seek out the height and depth of woman's duty. The question of capacity will settle finally the whole question, the whole subject. When a woman is prepared to preach, she will preach, and neither conference nor presbytery can hinder her. When a woman is prepared to move in highest commercial spheres, she will have great influence on the exchange, and no boards of trade can hinder her. I want woman to understand that heart and brain can overfly any barrier that politicians may set up, and that nothing can keep her back or keep her down but the question of incapacity.

Women and the Ballot.

I was in New Zealand last year just after the opportunity of suffrage had been conferred upon women. The plan worked well. There had never been such good order at the polls, and righteousness triumphed. Men have not made such a wonderful moral success of the ballot box that they need fear women will corrupt it. In all our cities man has so nearly made the ballot box a failure, suppose we let women try. But there are some women, I know, of most undesirable nature, who wander up and down the country--having no homes of their own or forsaking their own homes--talking about their rights, and we know very well that they themselves are fit neither to vote nor to keep house.

Their mission seems merely to humiliate the two sexes at the thought of what any one of us might become. No one would want to live under the laws that such women would enact or to have cast upon society the children that such women would raise. But I shall show you that the best rights that woman can own she already has in her possession; that her position in this country at this time is not one of commiseration, but one of congratulation; that the grandeur and power of her realm have never yet been appreciated; that she sits today on a throne so high that all the thrones of earth piled on top of each other would not make for her a footstool. Here is the platform on which she stands. Away down below it are the ballot box and the congressional assemblage and the legislative hall. Woman always has voted and always will vote. Our great-grandfathers thought they were by their votes putting Washington into the presidential chair. No. His mother, by the principles she taught him, and by the habits she inculcated, made him president. It was a Christian mother's hand dropping the ballot when Lord Bacon wrote and Newton philosophized and Alfred the Great governed and Jonathan Edwards thundered of judgment to come.

How many men there have been in high political station who would have been insufficient to stand the test to which their moral principle was put had it not been for a wife's voice that encouraged them to do right and a wife's prayer that sounded louder than the clamor of partisanship? The right of suffrage as we men exercise it seems to be a feeble thing. You, a Christian man, come up to the ballot box and you drop your vote. Right after you comes a libertine or a sot--the offscouring of the street--and he drops his vote, and his vote counteracts yours. But if in the quiet of home life a daughter by her Christian demeanor, a wife by her industry, a mother by her faithfulness, casts a vote in the right direction, then nothing can resist it, and the influence of that vote will throb through the eternities.

Her Most Glorious Rights. My chief anxiety then is not that woman have other rights accorded her, but that she, by the grace of God, rise up to the appreciation of the glorious rights she already possesses. First, she has the right to make home happy. That realm no one has ever disputed with her. Men may come home at noon or at night, and then tarry a comparatively little while, but she, all day long, governs it, beautifies it, sanctifies it. It is within her power to make it the most attractive place on earth. It is the only calm harbor in this world. You know as well as I do that this outside world and the business world are a long scene of jostle and contention. The man who has a dollar struggles to keep it; the man who has it not struggles to get it. Prices up. Prices down. Losses. Gains. Misrepresentations. Underselling. Buyers depreciating; salesmen exaggerating. Tenants seeking less rent; landlords demanding more. Struggles about office. Men who are in trying to keep in; men out trying to get in. Slips. Tumbles. Defalcations. Panics. Catastrophes. O woman, thank God you have a home, and that you may be queen in it. Better be there than wear Victoria's coronet. Better be there than carry the purse of a princess.

Your abode may be humble, but you can, by your faith in God and your cheerfulness of demeanor, gild it with splendors such as an upholsterer's hand never yet kindled. There are abodes in every city--humble, two stories, four plain, unpapered rooms, undesirable neighborhood, and yet there is a man who would die on the threshold rather than surrender. Why? It is a home. Whenever he thinks of it he sees angels of God hovering around it. The ladders of heaven are let down to that house. Over the child's rough crib there are the chantings of angels as those that broke over Bethlehem. It is home. There children may come up after awhile, and they may win high position, and they may have an affluent residence, but they will not until their dying day forget that humble roof, under which their father rested and their mother sang and their sisters played. Oh, if you would gather up all tender memories, all the lights and shades of the heart, all banquetings and reunions, all filial, fraternal, paternal and conjugal affections, and you had only just four letters with which to spell out that height and depth and length and breadth and magnitude and eternity of meaning, you would, with streaming eyes and trembling voice and agitated hand, write it out in those four living capitals, H-O-M-E.

The Realm of Home.

What right does woman want that is grander than to be queen of such a realm? Why, the eagles of heaven cannot fly across that dominion. Horses, panting and with lathered flanks, are not swift enough to run the outpost of that realm. They say that the sun never sets upon the English empire, but I have to tell you that on this realm of woman's influence eternity never marks any bound. Isabella fled from the Spanish throne, pursued by the nation's anathema, but she who is queen in a home will never lose her throne, and death itself will only be the annexation of heavenly principalities.

When you want to get your grandest idea of a queen you do not think of Catherine of Russia or of Anne of England Marie Theresa of Germany, but when you want to get your grandest idea of a queen you think of the plain woman who sat opposite your father at the table or walked with him arm in arm down life's pathway; sometimes to the Thanksgiving banquet, sometimes to the grave, but always together--soothing your petty griefs, correcting your childish waywardness, joining in your infantile sports, listening to your evening prayers, toiling for you with needle or at the spinning wheel, and on cold nights wrapping you up snug and warm. And then at last on that day when she lay in the back room dying, and you saw her take those thin hands with which she had toiled for you so long, and put them together in a dying prayer that commended you to the God whom she had taught you to trust--oh, she was the queen! The chariots of God came down to fetch her, and as she went in all heaven rose up. You cannot think of her now without a rush of tenderness that stirs the deep foundations of your soul, and you feel as much a child again as when you cried on her lap, and if you could bring her back again to speak just once more your name as tenderly as she used to speak it you would be willing to throw yourself on the ground and kiss the sod that covers her, crying, "Mother! mother!" Ah! she was the queen--she was the queen. Now, can you tell me how many thousand miles a woman like that would have to travel down before she got to the ballot box? Compared with this work of training kings and queens for God and eternity, how insignificant seems all this work of voting for aldermen and common councilmen and sheriffs and constables and mayors and presidents! To make one such grand woman as I have described how many thousands would you want of those people who go in the round of fashion and dissipation, going as far toward disgraceful apparel as they dare go, so as not to be arrested by the police--their behavior a sorrow to the good and a caricature of the vicious and an insult to that God who made them women and not gorgons, and tramping on, down through a frivolous and dissipated life, to temporal and eternal damnation.

Dissipations of Fashions. O woman, with the lightning of your soul, strike dead at your feet all these allurements to dissipation and to fashion! Your immortal soul cannot be fed upon such garbage. God calls you up to empire and dominion. Will you have it? Oh, give to God your heart; give to God all your best energies; give to God all your culture; give to God all your refinement; give yourself to him, for this world and the next. Soon all these bright eyes will be quenched and these voices will be hushed. For the last time you will look upon this fair earth. Father's hand, mother's hand, sister's hand, child's hand will no more be in yours. It will be night, and there will come up a cold wind from the Jordan and you must start. Will it be a lone woman on a trackless moor? Ah, no! Jesus will come up in that hour and offer his hand, and he will say, "You stood by me when you were well; now I will not desert you when you are sick." One wave of his hand and the storm will drop, and another wave of his hand, and midnight shall break into midnoon, and another wave of his hand and the chamberlains of God will come down from the treasure houses of heaven with robes lustrous, blood washed and heaven glinted, in which you will array yourself for the marriage supper of the Lamb. And then with Miriam, who struck the timbrel of the Red sea, and with Deborah, who

led the Lord's host into the fight, and with Hannah, who gave her Samuel to the Lord, and with Mary, who rocked Jesus to sleep while there were angels

singing in the air, and with sisters of charity, who bound up the battle wounds of the Crimea, you will, from the chalice of God, drink to the soul's eternal

rescue.

Your dominion is home, O woman! What a brave fight for home the women of Ohio made some 10 or 15

years ago, when they banded together

and in many of the towns and cities of

that state marched in procession, and by prayer and Christian songs shut up

more places of dissipation than were ever counted! Were they opened again?

Oh, yes. But is it not a good thing to shut up the gates of hell for two or three months? It seemed that men engaged in the business of destroying oth-

ers did not know how to cope with this

kind of warfare. They knew how to fight the Maine liquor law, and they knew how to fight the National Temperance society, and they knew how to fight the Sons of Temperance and Good Samaritans, but when Deborah appeared upon the scene Sisera took to his feet and got to the mountains. It seems that they did not know how to content against "Coronation" and "Old Hundred" and "Brattle Street" and "Bethany," they were so very intangible. These men found that they could not accomplish much against that kind of warfare, and in one of the cities a regiment was brought out all armed to disperse the women. They came down in battle array, but, oh, what poor success! for that regiment was made up of gentlemen, and gentlemen do not like to shoot women with hymnbooks in their hands. Oh, they found that gunning for female prayer meetings was a very poor business. No real damage was done, although there was threat of violence after threat of violence all over the land. I really think if the women of the east had as much faith in God as their sisters of the west had and the same recklessness of human criticism, I really believe that in one month threefourths of the grogshops of our cities would be closed, and there would be running through the gutters of the streets burgundy and cognac and heidsick and old port and schiedam schnapps and lager beer, and you would save your fathers and your husbands and your sons first from a drunkard's grave and secondly from a drunkard's hell. To this battle for whom let all women rouse themselves. Thank God for our early home. Thank God for our present home. Thank God for the coming home in heaven.

An Allegory. One twilight, after I had been playing with the children for some time, I lay down on the lounge to rest. The children said play more. Children always want to play more. And, half asleep and half awake, I seemed to dream this dream: It seemed to me that I was in a far distant land--not Persia, although more than oriental luxuriance crowned the cities; nor the tropics, although more than tropical fruitfulness filled the gardens; nor Italy, although more than Italian softness filled the air. And I wandered around looking for thorns and nettles, but I found none of them grew there. And I walked forth, and I saw the sun rise, and I said, "When will it set again?" and the sun sank not. And I saw all the people in holiday apparel, and I said, "When do they put on workingman's garb again and delve in the mine and swelter at the forge?" But neither the garments nor the robes did they put off. And I wandered in the suburbs, and I said, "Where do they bury the dead of this great city?" And I looked along by the hills where it would be most beautiful for the dead to sleep, and I saw castles and towns and battlements, but not a mausoleum nor monument nor white slab could I see. And I went into the great chapel of the town, and I said: "Where do the poor worship? Where are the benches on which they sit?" And a voice answered, "We have no poor in this great city." And I wandered out, seeking to find the place where were the hovels of the destitute, and I found mansions of amber and ivory and gold, but no tear did I see nor sigh hear. I was bewildered, and I sat under the shadow of a great tree and I said, "What am I and whence comes all this?" And at that moment there came from among the leaves, skipping up the flowery paths and across the sparkling waters, a very bright and sparkling group, and when I saw their step I knew it, and when I heard their voices I thought I knew them, but their apparel was so different from anything I had ever seen I bowed a stranger to strangers. But after awhile, when they clapped their hands and shouted, "Welcome! welcome!" the mystery was solved, and I saw that time had passed and that eternity had come, and that God had gathered us up into a higher home, and I said, "Are we all here?" and the voices of innumerable generations answered, "All here," and while tears of gladness were raining down our cheeks, and the branches of Lebanon cedars were clapping their hands, and the towers of the great city were chiming their welcome, we began to laugh and sing and leap and shout, "Home! home! home!" Then I felt a child's hand on my face, and it woke me. The children wanted to play more. Children always want to play more.

Their Trilby Club. They were a party of gushing young girls. "Oh, say," began the one in blue ribbons. "I've a splendid idea. Let's organize a Trilby club." "Oh, yes," chimed in the others, "that would be delightful. How shall we manage?" "Why," said the first speaker, "we'll all wear Trilby hats, and Trilby shoes, and Trilby gowns, and we'll sing Trilby songs, and jabber French phrases along with our English, the way Trilby did, and"--The prim girl at the edge of the group listened eagerly at first, but as the plan unfolded an expression of disgust and horror crept over her face. She could now contain herself no longer and interrupted with: "Dress just like Trilby! Indeed I won't, and I'm astonished that any of you should propose such a thing. Is it not possible that you are all ambitious to become living pictures?"--Buffalo Exchange.

ADVICE FOR THE SUMMER. Some Excellent Notions on an Old but Timely Subject.t

Abstain from tea and coffee, even cocoa and chocolate, if the sacrifice is not too great. Drink plenty of milk, with the addition of a little lime water, if your digestion has been impaired. Cream is still better as it brings back plumpness and smooths the wrinkles that winter has made. A raw lemon or a glass of sour lemonade every morning will bring the color back to your cheeks. If fruit can be had in large quantities, medicine will not be needed to clear the complexion and blood. Fruit, a cereal and a graham cracker or two make a good breakfast menu. Oatmeal is a little too heavy for spring; rice, cracked or whole hominy, or yellow cornmeal, should be substituted. Luncheons should consist of entire wheat bread and butter, cream or cheese, graham or oatmeal crackers, soft boiled eggs, a salad and more fruit. For dinner soup is good if you like it, a very little bit of chop or toast if you must have meat. More salad, made of fresh greens, vegetables as you like them, and still more fruit.

No sweets, except stewed fruit, brown sugar, or pure maple sugar; nothing else, unless it be watercress. No blood medicine can equal the cress when fresh and sprinkled with lemon juice. Its effect upon the complexion is wonderful.

The more exercise you take the better. The amount of exercise, though, must be regulated by the period of rest that can follow it. As to bathing, twice a day is not too often. Take a cold sponge in the morning and a good rub with a thick towel and a few moments of exercise. This will make you feel more like working than you have felt for months. The bath at night with warm water and soap will make you sleep like a weary baby and wake like a happy child--that is, if your room was well ventilated. If you are very thin, rub yourself with cocoanut or olive oil every night, and use bay rum in the water that you bathe your face and hands and feet in. Do not read, write or study until you are quite warm again, and in all things be moderate.--Cincinnati Tribune.

HABITS OF THE HORNBILL. These Little Feathered Folks Have a Great Idea of Home.

A curious South African bird is the variety of hornbill known as Tockus melanoleucus, Licht, a paper on which by Dr. Schonland of the Albany museum was read at a recent meeting of the South African Philosophical society at Cape Town. The nesting habits of this hornbill are so extraordinary that they have been repeatedly referred to by various writers, but owing to the difficulty of finding the nests of the birds many details of the earlier accounts are not quite correct, while others are not touched upon at all.

During the last four years Dr. Schonland has examined, he said, no fewer than seven nests altogether, with the birds belonging to most of them. The birds are often seen in winter in large numbers in the gardens of Graham's Town, but in the summer they are only to be met with in proximity to closely wooded kyloofs [sic], and this is due to the fact that they nest in places where hollow trees are to be found. All observers agree that during incubation the female is a prisoner in a kind of cage, the entrance to which is closed to such an extent that it has to be broken open before the female can leave the nest. In all the cases he had seen the nests were built in hollow trees. Mrs. Barber had said that they sometimes made the nest between the crowded stems of the tall euphorbia, but that could not be reconciled with some of her other statements. The birds had apparently no preference for any particular trees so long as it suited their purpose. The essential point for them was that the hollow stem should be suf-

ficiently large for the female to move about in the nest, and, whether there is one or more entrances, all must be of such nature that they can be partially or wholly closed up. The female, once

inside, is fed by the male through the

narrow slit left in the material, with

which the entrance is closed or through

a natural cleft in the wood. In the lat-

ter case the main entrance is closed up

completely. This may be a precautionary

measure to protect the female during the season of incubation.

He questioned the statement whether the male built or the female, as Livingstone stated he had been told by a native.

The female took an essential part in the plastering up of the entrance. Having described the nests which he had seen, he proceeded to state that the female, after going into the nest, usually began to molt, and was sometimes almost

naked. She was unusually very fat while in prison, as the male bird brought her food every few minutes. As soon as danger approached, the female bird climbed up the nest as far as possible away from the entrance and kept perfectly quiet until the danger had passed. The young behaved in the same manner, the birds relying for protection on the fact that the nest is not easily recognized as such.

No doubt if attacked the hornbill could give a good account of itself. The female is imprisoned for seven or eight weeks, certainly for not less than six weeks.

The eggs are laid about the end of December or beginning of January, and are usually three or four in number and vary in size. He felt certain from minute observation that the female constructed her own prison, and left it some time before the young were fully developed. On her leaving it was plastered

up again in the same manner, and the female helped the male feed the young. He concluded by stating that there was plenty of scope for further investigation into the nesting habits of the hornbill. --St. James Gazette.

A Boiler Drilling Machine. A most ingenious device has been described before one of the societies of mechanical engineers, England--viz, a machine for boiler drilling with speed and precision. In this mechanism the multiple drilling heads for the circular seam are described as being mounted upon a cross slide carried by two uprights, as in a planing machine, this cross slide being raised or lowered by hand or power to suit the varying heights of rings. The drills on the cross slide are five in number, and can be set to varying pitches and angles, and six drills for the butt seams are arranged upon a vertical column on the opposite side of the circular driving table. This table is an annual ring with a large hole in the center, and is carried on friction rollers only. In the central hold stands a strong upright, sliding on an independent bed below the table, so that it can be advanced or withdrawn by a screw actuated from the outside of the boiler shell, and be brought up against the inside of the shell opposite to the drilling spindles, thus forming a rigid support for the work, being available for supporting the shell when drilling the butt seams by being set in the opposite direction. The arrangement is such that all the drills can be quickly set to varying pitches and at the same time made to point directly to the center of the boiler, without disturbing the action of the machine. The drills can also be advanced or withdrawn by the workman standing in one position and actuating a single lever only. Independent adjustment of each drill is provided.--New York Sun.

Lemons in Southern Italy. The damp, soft air of Sorrento is perfect for the cultivation of the orange, but Massa-Lubrense, which is dry and more sheltered, is given up to the produce of lemons, which yield an enormous percentage to the fortunate possessors of land that can be used for that purpose. Orange trees are here and there mingled with the lemons, just as lemon trees will be seen in the midst of the

orange groves of Sorrento, though in neither case are they the chief produce of the place.

Massa-Lubrense is largely indebted for its salubrious air to its lemon plantations. Three years must pass before a newly planted lemon tree begins to bear fruit, and in order to bring it to perfection it must be freely watered. A hollow is dug round the base of the tree to receive the water as in a basin, so that it may slowly penetrate to the roots.

Poles are planted at intervals in the ground, somewhat higher than the trees, and smaller poles or canes are placed crossways above them, which are covered with matting when the winter approaches. It is not removed till the spring is well advanced, for lemon trees must be most carefully sheltered from wind or frost. The fruit is gathered chiefly during the summer months, especially in May, July and September, though there are lemons on the trees all the year round.--Chambers' Journal.

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Curious and Valuable Pocketknives. The American manufacturers of table and pocket cutlery have turned out some splendid work in the curious and artistic line, but have never succeeded in rivaling the wonderful work of the Sheffield (England) cutlers. One trophy exhibited by the president of one of the big Sheffield concerns is only five-eighths of an inch in length by two-tenths of an inch in length by two-tenths of the same measurement in width, yet it is a perfect knife of brass, steel and ivory and has 20 blades. Another, only an inch in length when closed, has 70 blades, each of a different shape, illustrating every known form given to knife blades. Another, somewhat larger, of course, has 230 blades, each exquisitely etched with portraits of British celebrities, scenery, etc. As far as the number of blades is concerned, the most wonderful knife ever made (one of the regular pocket size) was exhibited by the Sheffield Manufacturers' union at their exposition in the fall of 1893. It was made of the very finest steel, brass, gold and pearl, and had 1,840 perfect blades. Each of these blades had its rivet and spring, and closed into the handle like any other

knife blade. This curious specimen of cutlery is valued at a sum equal to $500; either of the others mentioned could be bought for $100. In the year past the Sheffield cutler's triumph was a 100 blade knife made for George IV, which is still present at Windsor castle.--St. Louis Republic.

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Tolstoi and the Censorship.

It appears that the Russian censors stand in much greater fear of Tolstoi than he does of them. They begin to tremble as soon as they learn that he is meditating a new book. In making up their minds whether the work of the greatest Russian writer is to be placed under their ban, they have now to con-

sider, not only what people will say in Russia, but also what people will think

in Europe. When the "Kreutzer Sonata" was prohibited, Tolstoi's wife, it is said, went in person to the czar and lodged a complaint. Alexander III received the countess very graciously, removed the ban and declared that in fu-

ture he would himself act as censor of Tolstoi's books, adding, with a smile, that he would be "very lenient." On the completion of "The Kingdom of God," however, it was resolved to pub-

lish the book abroad, doubtless from a sense that its contents were much too strong for any leniency to tolerate. How things will go on under the new regime remains to be seen.--Westminster Gazette.

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The Aggravating Shoe Lacing.

The low shoe and the dangling lace are as common as field daisies in sum-

mer, and yet comparatively few persons avail themselves of the numerous patent devices for making taut and secure the tops of these strings. Among the latest

contrivances are two tiny clasps which are said to be infallible in their continuous grip.--Shoe and Leather Reporter.

Bleeding Gratis. The following medical advertisement appears in an old Stamford newspaper:

"Whereas, the majority of Apothecaries in Boston have agreed to pull down the price of Bleeding to Sixpence, let these certifie that Mr. Richard Clarke, Apothecary, will bleed anybody at his shop, Gratis."--Chambers' Journal.

He Got a Light. It was on a ferryboat coming from Windsor. A man who was smoking a brier root pipe was approached by a well dressed man having an unlighted cigar in his hand who courteously queried:

"Could I beg the favor of a light, please?"

"Certainly," replied the other.

"Could I get it pretty soon?" "Within a short time, sir."

The man with the pipe smoked for a minute or two, and then emptied his pipe over the rail and walked up to one of the employees of the boat and asked for a match. After some hunting around one was handed to him, and he returned to the gentleman with the cigar, scratched the match on his leg and extended it with the remark: "Here you are, sir." "Thanks awfully." "Please don't mention it. Anything else wanted?" "Not on this trip, thank you." "All right--see you on the next and doo what I can to make it pleasant." Then they turned away from each other, perhaps never to meet again in this cold world, and the boat plowed on and on over the foaming waters and finally brought up with a bump in North America and was saved from a grave in the deep.--Detroit Free Press.

Absentminded.

A learned gentleman told the boots at the hotel where he was staying to call him next morning at 4, as he wanted to leave by the 5 o'clock steamer. The man did so, but by mistake hung up the uniform of a lieutenant who occupied the

next room on the door of the professor's apartment. The latter did not notice the oversight until he was on board the vessel, when he exclaimed:

"I declare if that stupid fellow hasn't

wakened the lieutenant instead of me!"--Zondagsblad.

Thousands of lots for sale at various prices, located in all

parts of the city.

For information apply to

E. B. LAKE,

Secretary,

Ocean City Asso'n, SIXTH ST. & ASBURY AVE.

W. L. DOUGLAS $3 SHOE IS THE BEST. FIT FOR A KING. $5 CORDOVAN, FRENCH & ENAMELLED CALF. $4. $3.50 FINE CALF & KANGAROO.

$3.50 POLICE, 3 SOLES. $2.50 $2. WORKINGMEN'S EXTRA FINE.

$2. $1.75 BOYS' SCHOOL SHOES. LADIES $3. $2.50 $2. $1.75 BEST DONGOLA.

SEND FOR CATALOGUE W. L. DOUGLAS BROCKTON, MASS. Over One Million People wear the W. L. Douglas $3 & $4 Shoes

All our shoes are equally satisfactory They give the best value for the money. They equal custom shoes in style and fit. Their wearing qualities are unsurpassed. The prices are uniform--stamped on sole. From $1 to $3 saved over other makes. If your dealer cannot supply you we can. Sold by C. A. CAMPBELL

J. N. JOHNSON,

PLUMBER,

STEAM AND GAS FITTER.

Repairing a specialty. Bath Tubs and Plumbers'

Supplies.

730 Asbury Avenue.

SMITH & THORN, 846 Asbury Avenue,

PLUMBING & DRAINAGE.

All kinds of Pump, Sink, Drivewell Points and Plumbing Material constantly on hand.

All kinds of Jobbing in our line promptly attended to. Best of Material used. Experienced workmen constantly on hand.