A PICTURE 
Ida Gracie ? Why—yes ; that is, we some¬ 
times correspond.” Lott was blushing (min- 
fully. “ You saw her before you left ?” 
‘ A es—yes—that is to say, she was in Milan 
while I was there.” 
Good heavens 1 he was thinking, “ What was 
the use of niyapenkingofheratall!” and Fred 
got up and walked to the window. Neither 
spoke for two or three minutes. 
“ Ida Gracie is a-” began Lou. 
"Oh, she is like other women.” intermntori 
imng to indulge In, and tho constant four of 
causing jealousy is also a miserable thing. I 
a< knowledge I liked Ida Gracie very much 
Indeed; but then I could never love her as I 
love my darling Lou. And could I expect Loir 
to sit and Toope at Newport because I was 
thousands of miles away? I must of course be 
assured of her best and dearest love, and with 
that assurance ought I not to be very well sat- 
Bangs — 14 p 
Judge— 1 * We don't 
the subject, sir, 
Bands 
Judge,- 
Arc you going to bandy words with mo, sir? 
Uncover your bead at once.” 
Roups—"Judge, if you will only glvo mo a 
Chance to-” 
Judge-" This Is intolerable! Do you mean 
to insult this court, sir ? Do you moan to pro¬ 
fane this sacred temple of justice with untime¬ 
ly levity ? Take your hat off, sir, or l will flue 
you for contempt. Do you hear me 
Bangs " Well, it’s very hard that I can’t say 
a word by way of ex——” 
Judge (warmly)-" This Is too much 1 This is 
[usta litilo too much. Perhaps you’d like to 
come up on the bench here and run tho court 
and sentence a lew oouvtefta? You’ve got moro 
audao'ty than a mule. Mr. Clerk, line that man 
titty dollars 1 Now,air,remove yonr hat.” 
Bangs “Judge, this Is rough on mo, I_” 
■Bulge (in a furious rage)-” Won’t do it yet ? 
vv hy, you Impudent aooundrel i I've a notion 
m-. Mr. Clerk, lino him *100 more, and Mr 
Hut 1 say I keep It. on because-” 
- - want any arguments upo 
Take your hat off Instantly ! 
lint you don't let mo « 
Remove that hat this moment, sit 
f words with mo, sir 
By DIA.VTHA DIMmick REYNOLDS 
In the sweet Summer time, 
While the sky was red 
Where the sun dropped down, 
For the day was dead, » 
And the broad-orbed moon, 
Like an eye of light, 
bnderneatb the warm, dusky brow of night- 
From the far eastern hills 
Looked serenely down 
On fields which sloped 
From a cottage brown— 
On a lake’s broad breast— 
On a woodod Isle— 
On a mountain's abrupt, craggy pile : 
And the tall.mouiitalo pines 
Their banners unfurled 
Far down 'nenth the lake 
In an underworld, 
Which, suddenly opening 
As a scroll unrolled, 
Rounded to view a perfect wold. 
A silvery stream 
Flowed down the long, sweeping arches of elms 
To the cottage door, 
And flooded the face of a boy who sat 
On the oaken floor. 
Looking wonderingly out on the night. 
A ruddy, round face. 
And profusion of tumbled hair 
Had the little man— 
Kyes wondrously fair, 
And bare feet brown with mud and tan. 
As with beauty overborne. 
He gated on the upper and under world— 
On mottled clouds which streamed and curled— 
On the broad, still water's silver glow— 
On the stars above, on the stars below— 
On a night hawk, poised In the upper air, 
Which plunged with sudden swoop and whir 
As if the skies were torn. 
In a.hedge of thorn. 
The cherry-brown cricket pipod loud and shrill; 
Among the corn 
The itterant katydids, gossiping still 
That she did, nml she didn’t, 
And she did, and she didn’t, 
Ail the air with querulous trouble thrill; 
While the firefly’s glow, 
Darting like meteors to and fro, 
Through tho rank bush grass 
Which encircled the molderlng wreck of a mill, 
And the wide morass 
Which sloops like the dead at the foot of the hill, 
Where a breach In the dam 
With silence had sealed the clattering stones, 
But awakened a ehnlr whoso croaking ran 
On the car of night in drowsy drones. 
Did It woo to the fairy land of dreams 
The barefoot wight. 
Who. winking and blinking his eyes with tho stars. 
Sat drinking the joy of the Bummer night ? 
There come at last, the threatened eclipse; 
His eyelids swoonod, 
And his breath, from the door of his parted lips, 
Come forth attuned 
To the mingled hariuonieM of the deepening night, 
And he slept with the flowers In the sweet moon¬ 
light. 
THE MAN-EATING TEEE. 
What is styled " a horrible product of Nature 
the Devil-Fish of the Vegetable Kingdom”— 
is thus described by Dr. Day in the South Aus¬ 
tralian Register: 
If you can imagine a pineapple eight feet 
nigh and thick in proportion, resting << As 
base ami denuded of leaves, you will , 
good idea of the trunk of the tree which, how¬ 
ever, was not l-lio color of an auana,but a dark, 
dingy brown, and apparently as hard as Iron 
From the apex of this fuslicated cone, at least 
two feet In diameter, eight huge leave? sheer to 
the ground, like doors swinging back on their 
These leaves, which wore joined at the 
top of tho trees at regular into 
hinges, 
, , .rvais, were eleven 
or twelve feet long, and shaped 
the leaves of an American rr; 
plant. They are t wo feet through in their thick¬ 
est point and three feet wide, tapering to a 
sharp point, that looked like a cow’s horn, very 
con vex on l he outer (but not under) surface and 
on the under (now upper) surface slightly eon- 
cave. This concave face was thickly set with 
Strong thorny books like those upon the head 
of the teazle. These loaves hanging limp and 
Ifeless, dead green in color, had in appearance 
the massive strength of oak fiber. The apex of 
the cone wa»a round, white, concave figure, 
like a smaller plate set within a larger one. This 
was not a dower but a receptacle, and there 
exuded into it a clear treacly liquid honey, 
sweet, ami possessed of violent Intoxicating 
and soporific properties. 
From underneath the rim (so to speak) of the 
undermost plate, a series of long, hairy, green 
tendrils, stretched out In every direction to¬ 
ward tho horizon. Those were seven or eight 
foot long and tapered rrom four inches to a half 
Inch m diameter, yet they stretched out stiffly 
as iron rods. Above these (from between the 
upper and under cup) six white, almost trans¬ 
parent pul ( .t reared themselves toward the 
sky, twirling and twisting with a marvelous in¬ 
cessant motion yet constantly reaching upward. 
I hin as reeds and frail as quills apparently, were 
yet five or six feet tall, and were so constantly 
and vigorously In motion, with such a subtle, 
sinuous, silent throbbing against Lite air, with 
the r suggestions of serpents Hayed, yet dancing 
on their tails. 
My observations on this occasion were sud- 
denly interrupted by the natives, who had been 
shrieking around the tree with their shrill 
voices and chanting what Hendrick told me 
wo? MM P, V* t0ry bymm to the devil. 
With si.ill wilder shrieks and chants they now 
iDimoniwLwl-- .. r it * 
very much like 
agave, or century 
THE COLONEL’S HAT. 
HI! DIDN'T MEAN Til INSULT THE COURT 
OPENING A MOEAL 
but there I was in Milan all alone, and loving 
you better than ail tho world beside; but—well 
I do think if any excuse can ever be made_” 
“ Fred, I eau make no excuse.” 
I suppose not; but the circumstances, all 
considered— 
* c,ln 0,| ly say,” said Lou, beginning to sob, 
I am dreadfully—dreadfully sorry.” 
So am ( sorry uud I don’t know what more 
to say about it." 
“Because,” continued Lou, “I have truly 
loved you so much : and now tills story-” 
" Exaggerated possibly |” 
, J glad to hear you say that," and Lou 
half smiled iurdd her tears; “and Fred, so long 
as I meant no harm—for I wasn’t in earnest_” 
" Oh, I nover heard that,” said Fred ; “ I sup- I 
posed she had written to you about my—my 
attentions to her in Milan. Well,so I needlin’t 
have told on myself,” and Fred burst into a 
roar of laughter. Lou looked up with one or 
two convulsive sighs. 
" My dear little darling, now dry your eyes 
and listen to the confession your wicked lover 
makes you. I have, I acknowledge, felt a sense 
JiY MRS. GEO. BARTLETT. 
It was ten o*clock in the morning and Lou 
Thornton was giving the finishing touches to 
her toilette. The steamer was in, and Fred 
HAZKT. nuitsT would soon be there. There was 
a flush on Lou'B face and a nervous little trem¬ 
ble to her lingers as she arranged the rote-col¬ 
ored necktie and gave another little puff to the 
delicate organdy. Fred, the accepted lover, 
hud been In Hu rope a whole year, and of course 
Lou was iu a liutter of excitement. 
Dili 1 Ob, dear! ' This was as tho thought of 
Ida Gracie crossed her mind. Ida was a 
friend—had been a very Intimate friend—and 
they had chanced to meet again at Newport the 
summer previous. Ida was a dirt; Lou of 
course was not; besides, was she not engaged 
to Fred IfAStELHintH'r ? 
At the same time, Lou at Newport with Ida 
loloneu Bangs is very bald, and, in order to 
induce his hair to grow again, Is using a very 
excellent article of "Hair Vigor" upon his 
scalp. A week or two ago he was summoned as 
a Juryman upon a ease In the Circuit Court 
and, upon the day of the trial, just before the 
hour at which the court mot, he remembered 
hat ho had not applied the Vigor to his head 
hat morning. Ho had only a few minutes to 
spare, but lie flew up stairs and into t,lie dark 
eJoset where he kept tho bottle ; ami, pouring 
some fluid upon a sponge, he rubbed his head 
energetically. By some mishap tliAioIonel got 
hold of the wrong bottle, and the substance 
w th wbicli be inundated his scalp was not 
vigor, but the black varnish with which Mrs 
Bangs deoorated iter shoes. However, Bangs 
didn’t perceive the mistake, but walked off to 
the court-room. It was a very cold mornW. 
