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papers here. He promised to wait. Oh! it's dark, and mamma will be frightened. I don't hardly know the way. I must go.'" With quivering lips she started toward the door.

"Stop!" the editor said, gently.

Ah! the key was found. The lock was yielding, turning, and soon the portals were thrown open, the long-closed heart waiting-aye, yearning for the love so long denied admittance.

With open arms and his voice quivering with emotion, he said:

"Come, my child; I will take you to your mother." And when Ray was nestled close within his arms, he asked:

"Did you ever hear your mother speak of her mother, little one?"

"Oh! yes, indeed!" Ray answered. And then she told him the story her mother had told her of the loving father that she had left, of the poverty since, and the dreadful place she called home.

Deeply agitated, the editor listened. At length, starting up with a deep groan, he said:

"Come, my child; we have no time to spare. O God, grant that I shall not be too late! Wait here a few moments. I must make some little preparations for our going. Here, little Rachel; come, kiss me. I'm your grandfather, child. Love me, if you can. I scarcely deserve it."

With her arms clasped tightly about his neck, her soft cheek pressed to his, Ray answered:

"I loved you the first minute I saw you through the door. And, oh, my dream is coming true."

Unclasping her arms, and settling her in the comfortable arm-chair, Mr. Forrest went out.

Almost wild with anxiety, Ruth was awaiting her child's return. She had tried to conceal her face from her husband, dreading lest any excitement might prove fatal, perhaps. Again and again she had been out, looking up and down the street, round the corner, and inquiring, but all in vain.

Nearly three hours had elapsed since the child set out, and it had been quite dark for

"To grandpa !" Ray answered, her face beaming with smiles.

Almost speechless with astonishment, Ruth stood gazing at her child. Then, with quivering lip, she asked;

"How could you find him? Who sent you, love?"

"God sent her, my child," answered a voice full of tenderness.

"Father!" another instant and Ruth was clasped to her father's heart.

Forgive! oh, forgive!" she cried. 'My child, as I expect to be forgiven here, and hope to be hereafter. But come; it cannot hurt Harry to be moved near as much as remaining in this dreadful place. Not a word, dear. Everything is arranged for your coming immediately home." 'Home!" cried Ruth, joyously.

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"Aye, home. There now, I'm going to have a strong fellow come in to bring the blankets, and lift Harry out. Awake him gently when I'm gone. Bring nothing to remind us of this place."

Ruth, in her great anxiety about Ray's absence, had given Harry an overdose of cough mixture. The drowsiness occurring from it was just as well, for he did not return to perfect consciousness until he was comfortably fixed in the large, well-heated, and elegantly furnished room.

The cheerful face of an eminent physician was bending over him. In a wellassured tone, Harry heard him say:

"Oh, I will promise you, madam, to have him up and about again. We will give him plenty of pure air, good food and a very little medicine."

"Yes, my son, we will soon have you all right again," Mr. Forrest said, pressing the thin white hand.

How much that one little word told to Harry. He knew that all was forgivenall was well.

The doctor's words proved true. In a few weeks Harry was convalescing rapidly. Surrounded with every comfort, with love, and his mind at ease, he soon will be well again.

Little Ray and her grandfather are almost inseparable companions. Never to any child was more love given. She is loved for the sake of his young wife, so over half that time! Ruth determined to soon taken from him, whose name she find a policeman and obtain advice from bears; for the daughter lost and found him. Fortunately Harry was sleeping. She again, to be dearer than ever before, and could steal away and return ere he awoke. for her own dear self, the brightest Ray She was wrapping her shawl about her. that ever crossed life's pathway-the blessThe stopping of a carriage near had noted little Ray that melted her grandfather's caught her ear; but a few seconds after the heart, and let the sunshine of love and joy coming of the little feet caused her to spring to the door, crying:

"Thank God! it is she!"

The next instant Ray was clasped to her bosom, her face showered with tears and kisses.

"Oh, my darling, where have you been?" Ruth asked.

within.

The forging and tempering of iron or steel can be greatly enhanced, according to Herr Edward Blass, by dipping the metal in fused salt. is also well adapted for annealing steel The dipping in salt without the oxidation of the surface.

IMMORTALITY.

[From Scribner's Monthly.]

Are not the pleasures of the growing boy

sway

into a tropical forest, in which you have occasional glimpses of the white walls of the bungalows which the Dutchmen have erected for their private residences. Since

Thrice those of infants? and when mind gains the railway was opened several suburban

O'er matter, does not an intenser joy

Break on the student, as the kneaded clay
Of his five wits grows finer in the straining?
So at last, when in the slow machine
Of brain and body there's no heat remaining,
Shall not the engineer desert the scene?
O! to sweep on across the windy mountain,
Study all lands, oceans, all woods and airs,
Search every river to its tiny fountains,
Track wily men through their fine-spun affairs!
Deaf to its roar are those who make their home
Where sheer Niagara jars the primeval rock;
Let them but go and come; the awful boom
Strikes on their new-born ears with thund'rous
shock!

Blind are these eyes except they note some change,
They cannot see, until by contrasts taught;
Then how obtuse, how narrow in their range
Are human senses, and is human thought!
But when the trammels fall! what sights,
sounds, tastes,

Globed in our perfect and unfettered minds,
Shall greet us then! Silent and moveless wastes
Shall sound with anthems mightier than the

wind's.

[From the N. Y. Times.] TRAVELING IN JAVA.

The Dutch have not been blind to the advantages of railways in Java, any more than they were formerly blind to the advantages of good highways. Their principal ports in the eastern and western sections of the island have railways running into the interior, so that easy transportation may be afforded to persons and goods passing to or from the coast. The natives appreciate the use of the steam horse, if one may judge by the crowds that fill the third-class carriages on all the passenger trains. The fares vary more than on most of the European lines-the second-class tickets costing just twice as much as the third, and the first twice as much as the second. The fare from Batavia to this place (Buitenzorg)-thirty-seven miles-is six guilders and thirty cents for the first-class, or $2.50 of our money. The track is only three and a half feet gauge, and the trains run rather slowly, on account of numerous curves and heavy grades. The present terminus of the line is at Buitenzorg, but surveys have been made for its continuance, and in course of time the eastern and western systems will probably be connected, unless the engineering obstacles shall prove too great.

One can travel all over Java by wagon, either by private conveyance or by Government post. But posting is quite dear, and, owing to the numerous hills and mountains, is not very expeditious; and, consequently, the railway will be a great addition to the certainty, security and celerity of travel.

The line from Batavia plunges very early

towns have sprung up, and the builders have had the good taste to preserve as much as possible the original forests; so there is an abundance of shade. Perhaps laziness may have had something to do with this preservation, as the tropical growth is so luxuriant and rapid that constant care must be exercised, after a clearing has been made, to prevent the forests overgrowing it again. Many of the trees are quite as pertinacious as our waterwillows in America, and some of them more so. They have a tree here which is used for telegraph-poles, and unless the poles are thoroughly seasoned before they are set in the ground, they speedily take root and become trees again. It makes no difference to them whether they are set in moist or dry soil-grow they will, if they have the least chance. The Javanese forest is picturesque, as it contains many palm and other trees unfamiliar to a New Yorker, and some of them are graceful in the extreme.

Writing on the balcony of the hotel here, I have before me a stretch of several miles, beginning with a river valley and termi nating with a high mountain, which was once an active volcano. At a glance I can see cocoa palms, with their clusters of fruit; betel palms, with tufts of green at the ends of tall shafts like flag-staff's; banana, bread-fruit, plantain, mangosteen, and many other trees whose names I can not recall. It is a scene of arboreal wealth not easy to surpass, even in the tropics.

As if they were not rich enough in leafy decorations, the trees are adorned with numerous parasites-some in the form of creeping vines, and others in clusters and tufts that sprung from crevices in the bark where winds have lodged the flying seed. Nourishment for these parasites comes from the air or from the trees to which they cling; sometimes the vines send down long threads, which reach the ground, where they attach themselves and throw out roots. At a little distance they look like ropes, and you gaze at them in wonder. I have seen some of these shoots fifty feet in length, and am told that they are frequently much longer. In many instances the parasites cause the death of the trees to which they cling; but as there are plenty of trees to go round, and they grow very quickly, nobody has much sympathy for these victims of a close embrace. Some of these trees-notably the verengen-throw out shoots from their limbs, which ultimately take root, and thus form supplementary trunks. There is one of these trees in the Governor's Park which has thrown out so many roots that it forms of itself quite a grove. It belongs, doubt

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less, to the same family as the banian tree of India, and two trees of other name, but similar peculiarities, in the tropical forests of other parts of the world.

The train from Batavia halts at numerous stations, and at many of these there are groups of natives who offer fruits and other edibles. At the first of these stations we bought samples of everything offered. Some of the fruits were excellent, and others unsuited to our organs of taste or smell; and one of our purchases, wrapped in a leaf, proved on examination nothing else than cold boiled rice.

We were able to obtain that most celebrated fruit of the East-the mangosteenand I can bear witness to its excellence. It is about the size of a pippin apple. The removal of the outer husk, which is nearly half an inch thick, reveals a white pulp as large as a small peach, and divided into sections like those of an orange. This pulp meits away in your mouth after the man ner of a ripe peach or strawberry. It has a taste which nobody can describe, any more than he can tell how a canary sings or a violet smells; and I know of nothing more forcible than the statement of a Yankee skipper who pronounced the mangosteen the bangupest fruit " he had ever seen. Possibly one might weary of them in time, but I would like to be constantly supplied with mangosteens until I want no more. I fear that the contractor would have a long engagement before him, as I have eaten many since my arrival, and without sign of fatigue. Ripe mangosteens are as harmless as ripe peaches, but green ones produce colic and its concomitants, as I have reason to know, of my own knowledge.

Another fruit with a high reputation is the durion, but one taste sufficed me. The trouble with the durion is its smell, which resembles that of a sewer, only much more so, and it keeps up this smell day after day and night after night without any effort. Residents learn to like it after a time, but the mangosteen needs no education or previous instruction. They have the mango here, but it is said to be unequal to the Indian one; and they have the custard apple, which you eat with a spoon, and find it not unlike an ordinary custard, with the addition of a plentiful mixture of

melon seeds.

There are a dozen other fruits of lesser consequence now in season, and I am told that, as the months roll on, there will be many more to come to the front. But, with the exception of the mangosteen, I have seen no fruits that surpass American ones; and I certainly would not give the apple, the peach and the strawberry for the whole lot that Java can offer. haps she may do better at other times of the year, but thus far she is unable to win me from memories of home orchards and gardens.

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THE MEXICAN MUSTANG.

[From the St. Louis Globe-Democrat.]
the freshly arrived stranger in Texas, and
About the first duty that devolves upon
particularly in South and West Texas, is
magnificent distances over which he may
the purchase of a horse, because of the
find himself compelled to travel. The Texas
correspondent of the Globe-Democrat was no
exception, and, upon arriving in the old
Mexican town of La Bahla, on the river
San Antonio, opposite the American vil-
lage of Goliad, he proceeded to purchase an
animal and mount himself.

Mexican horse and cattle owner, a resident
Senor Lozano, a prominent and wealthy
sometimes of La Bahla, sometimes of Ta-
maulipas, Mexico, was therefore inter-
viewed at his little adobe house on the
outskirts of
the village. Senor Lozano
spurred, and wearing the broad-brimmed
dispatched one of his cow-boys-booted,
sombrero-to bring out of his herd a horse
that he represented to be a magnificent ani-
mal. It was done. At the very first glance
it was seen that the horse-a beautiful geld-
ing, dun, high-mettled, graceful, rolling fat
and sleek-was wild, and had probably
been ridden few times, if ever before.

"How much do you ask for the animal?"
"Sixteen dollars in gold," answered Lo-

zano.

"A bargain, senor."
"Can you ride him ?"

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"Oh, certainly; never fear about that." vantages over American horses. They are Approach him, senor," said the Mexi- so hardy that they can live the year round can, in his own language. without a grain of corn, fodder, hay or The correspondent did so, but the mus-oats. All they want, even if you are travtang such he was reared up on his hind legs and, with open mouth, and eyes that seemed to flash lightning, made one spring at his new master. The latter dodged and rushed back, the horse in the meantime running to the length of the thirty-foot stake rope that held him.

eling with them, is plenty of prairie grass, upon which they must, however, be allowed to graze two or three hours a day in addition to night grazing. Again, your mustang is acclimated and stands the climate better than imported stock. One of the best mustangs can now be had for $10.

They are wild, but notwithstanding, the people of the southern prairies are used to them, and not unfrequently the girls of South Texas, brave and adventuresome as their fathers or brothers, mount and ride these mustangs with perfect grace and unconcern. When one of them happens to

does not faint or scream, as a young lady from the "Old States" would do, but grasps the reins tighter and applies the riding whip until the animal is forced into a dash across the prairie.

MEMORY OF BEES.

Finally Lozano and his young man succceded in saddling the mustang, the saddle being fastened by two strong girths under his loins. The bridle was one of those bits especially adapted to wild horses. At the same time Lozano presented the purchaser with a pair of long-shanked Mexican spurs. They were put on securely and the corres-pitch" with one of these pretty riders, she pondent next prepared to mount. Fortunately, as matters subsequently proved, the scene was on the edge of a vast plain that stretches away from the river San Antonio to the southward. The cowboy, or "el caballero," as he might be termed, held the reins and Lozano the left stirrup. The animal stood perfectly still, as if paralyzed with fear. The correspondent's foot touched the stirrup; a second more and his right leg swung over the saddle, and he was seated in it. Then, ye gods! what bucking, pitching, rearing, pawing and kicking! The first movement of the mustang seemed to be a kind of a horizontal dash or slide, followed by a full stop. The third movement was a kicking up, in which his heels seemed at an angle of 45 deg. Then he reared and seemed determined to fall on his back, or rather on the correspondent. The latter saw his peril and hung on to the horn of the saddle like a sailor to the last spar in a cyclone. Then there was a series of perpendicular "pitching,” or “bucking," as it is called among Texans, in which the mus-enter the hive of another family without tang seemed to jump up four feet and come down perpendicularly, giving his rider a most unmerciful jolt. The "bucking" continued a quarter of an hour, when the animal broke into a bad dash. His rider did nothing but rein his head in the direction of the open plain, and let him out. The race against time occupied a three or four mile heat, during which the mustang must have beaten the Texan race-horses, that every spring meeting spread themselves over the State Fair course at Houston. At the end of the race the horse voluntarily stopped, panting and foaming, and looked up at his rider in a way that said, "I give up.'

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These mustangs or Spanish horses are sprung from ancient Andalusian stock, and were introduced after the coming of Cortez and the Spanish conquest. In winter they are covered with long coarse hair, which aids them in standing the severe cold of the northers. The thick coat is shed along in April and May, and the animal then becomes sleek. The mustangs have two ad

When honey bees are hived, or when they are removed to a new locality, every bee that issues rises in front of the hive eight or ten feet, and describes a circle in its flight, then darts off in a straight line in search of honey; and while the circular flight takes place the locality of the hive is so unerringly fixed in the minds (so to speak) of the bees, that they return to their homes with such a degree of certainty that if many hives stand in a row, not over a foot apart, and all of the same size, shape and color, not a single bee ever alights before the wrong hive; and here we will mention one of the most astonishing facts in the history of this insect, that in no case can a bee of one hive

instant detection, and ejection or death. We may place two hives as closely together as possible, and let them remain a season, and sometimes the bees clustering on the outside of their hives, and the members of the two families almost touching each other at times, and yet not the least acquaintanceship will be formed: and if a bee from one hive enter the other, it would be seized as quickly as if it belonged to a family a mile distant, and be driven away or stung to death. If these two hives be transposed, the bees of each on going out to the fields the first day or two would enter the wrong hives, and a battle would ensue that would cover the ground with the dead and dying. And if a family of bees be put into a cellar, or bee-house, in November, and kept there till the following May, and then brought out and set in a new location, a large portion of the bees, on taking a flight, will return to their old locality, which shows that their memories are good for five or six months at least.

"FALLING STARS."

A star falls in the sky;
They say a birth
Is registered on earth
To live and die.

O star in thy descent,
Dost thou bring love
From worlds above,
Or discontent ?

Star falling from on high,
Bringing to earth
Celestial birth,
Dost thou not sigh?

So many stars must fall!
Some go astray,
We only pray,,
God find them all.

-SARAH JEWETT.

[From the Madras Times.]

ARE NATIVES OF INDIA COLOR
BLIND.

A correspondent of the Times of India
calls attention to the remarkable confirma-
tion to be found in the perspective powers
of the lower caste natives of the theory
started by Mr. Gladstone in his recent arti-
cle on the " Color Sense of Homer." "Our
natives," he writes, "cannot distinguish
between blue and green. They apply the
word lal to a variety of objects we should
describe as yellow and brown, and apply
the generic epithet 'tambada,' correspond-
ing to Homer's Chalkos, to all the bright red
tints. Like Homer, they speak of the blue
sea as black (Kala pani). They apply the
word nila, dark blue, to a gray horse, and
their notion of the color of the sky, or As-
mani rung, is a light gray.
can be readily tested by any one by telling
The subject
his 'boy' or some less civilized native to
choose a blue, red or green book from a pile
on the table. I have just tried a puttawal-
lah with different colored books. Between
green and blue he cannot properly distin-
guish; tambada he applies to vermillion, and
the rainbow, he protests, is simply red or
green. This is just what Mr. Gladstone
says about the color sense in Homer's
Greeks."

The subject, says our contemporary, is one of great interest, but we think our correspondent has been a little rapid in his conclusions. We have tried several puttawallahs in the way he suggests, and with colors on a palette. But they distinguished readily between colors and even shades of color. The glowing and many colored fabrics for which India is famous, certainly suggest that a portion of the population at all events have been educated through gen erations of inherited experience to a very keen sense of color indeed. With whole sections of low caste people it may of course be different. The theory is novel, and perhaps worth the attention of scientific men in India.

THE MAN WITHOUT A FUTURE. Who does not know him-the man without a future-whose life is spent on a playground, and who finds sport in all that comes across his path? His thoughts rarely peer over the boundary of to-day, it is of the same stuff on the other side, and for the rest he has the philosopher's instinct that nothing is more certain and less worth looking after than the unforeseen-a nihilist as sure of his Nirvana as the devoutest follower of the divine Sakaya Muni. The man who will not look forward, what more is he than a life-annuitant-if you like, a soul-annuitant? For his hopes to come are no bigger than a butterfly's. But let him tell you he is no nonentity yet awhile, and so believe him-he is not the least important figure of the nineteenth century. Why, he is a representative man-the exponent of this blase age. Without a future! He is a present wonder all the more-an evergreen that acknowledges no autumn, drops its leaves with the far-off prospect of that glistens like the holly while the oak another spring. When he sees the rushing herd of men running a race with Time, eager to march in the van of centuries, he stops, looks on and laughs. He take a step out of the present? not progress enough within the amble of No, indeed; is there the hour? And is it not to him we owe that beer-garden, the bar, with its gasflowering lacquered branches, with its cool fountains of seltzer and its hot springs of sherry, and the billiard-room and cafe in one, and that latest development of allthe Criterion; and that visit of Paris to staring London-the Cafe Monico? Then the skating-rink, where unknowingly he best of his belief, has a beginning and an symbolizes his own circle, which, to the end, while he goes round and round. These places, which have sprung up to meet his wants, are the chief fields of his flanerie; he frequents them, enjoys them all, with an easy, continuous, diluted ecstacy.

There are those who shun him, and with ceasing for a moment to be the same happy a shrug dispose of his destiny, without his being; for does the consciousness ever quit him that he is the idol of the women? His sayings and doings, though so little serious, he remains a single man, for they are a are sacred to them, and will be as long as sympathetic sex. like in him they slur over with a plenary What they don't quite indulgence.

in to-morrow, and consequently in a wet The more credulous of men who believe day, are prone to neglect the easy pastimes of these delectable times, and to leave time heavy on their hands. Then it is that the man without a future steps in and winsradiant, with his face full of joy. contrast is delightful, for all the hopes of the busy are down the vista of time; his The are on his smile; and his compliments seem so real that they might be paraphrased

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