The Warwickshire Herald. — 1894-01-18 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

INDIAN MIMING.  Being unable to sleep, she me, and long ere her usual hour was walking about the winding patios which intersected the barren desert garden where nothing grew but privet and a few bashes of oleander, This barrenness was not Dame Nature's fault, for just over the other side of the wide will, e road John Baby's garden was ablaze with blossom. Trails of hiarechale Niel roses, heavy with great creamy cups, hung over the low dge, and a sweet English scent of clove-pinks and mignonette was wafted to her with every soft, fitful gust of wind. She felt desperately inclined to cross the intervening dust into this paradise, and stood quite a long time at the blue gate-poets wondering why a serpent seemed to have crept into her own &len. The crow's long-down note came regularly from a Sucher,' tree that was sheeted with white geranium - like flowers ; the Seven Brothers chattered noisily among the yellow tassels of the cassia, and overhead, against the cloudless , sky, a wedge-shaped flight of cranes was winging its way northward, all signs that the pleasant cold weather was about to give place to the fiery furnace of May; but Belle knew nothing of such things as yet, so the vague sense of coming evil, which lay heavily on her, seemed all the more depressing from' its unreasonableness. A striped squirrel became inquisitive over her dtill figure and began teal eetion with bushy tail erect and short starts of .dvance, till it was *cared by the dank of bangles and ankles as a group of Hindu women, bearing bunches of Sowers and brazen lotalu of milk for S:etla's shrine, came down the road; beside them, in varioua stages of toddle, the little children for whom their mothers were about to beg immunity from small-poz. Of all this again Bells knew nothing; but suddenly, catmelesely, it struck her for the first time that, she ought to know something. Who were these people P What were they doing P Where were they going P One small child paused to look at her and she smiled at him. The mother smiled in return, and the other women looked back half-surprised, ball-pleased, nodding and laughing as they went on their way.—"Mise Stuart's Legacy." (London: Macmillan and Co  The last resort.—lne wife: "Can you give me any money?" The husband: "I haven't a penny." The wife: "There isn't an, food in the house. What aro we going to do ? "the husband: "I don't know. I'm afraid we shall have to tall back on your leg of mutton sleeves."  An inquest was held at tincnin on monuay on the body of a boy named James Males, aged 16, living at Pirton, who was found banging from a beam In a cowbouse at Wellbury, about four miles from Hitebin, where be worked. No mason was given for the suicide. It was shewn that the boy must have climbed up the side of the shed, tied the two ends of a cord to a hook in a beam eight feet from the ground, put his head in the loop thus formed, and swung off. His mother said be was bright and cheerful at home. He was described as an exceptionally quiet boy. A verdict of suicide during temporary insanity was returned. There is something very encouraging to au literary men in the triumph of any author. especially if he belong to some other country. And I certainly (says the Literary World) no triumph I could be more complete than the celebrations of the: jubilee of authorship for Maurus Jokai, or lOW Dior, as his countrymen call him. He is the Hungarian poiyhietor, and recognised as the national poet, historian, novelist, and dramatist. He has also considerable reputation as a politician, and he has seen military service. His publishers issued a complete edition of his works in a hundred bulky volumes, and have handed 0,500 over to him as halt-profit on that edition alone. eXEIIIOIKIIIIS,7 DOM JUIlt PU0111113041 cly =calm liiiurnashers,anisd en°atitegtled' th"Peurwgeatoryll-knTlusCtaMthtedoliebyputhb; Lives and Legends of the Saints." The volume is the work of the Rev. F. X. Scbouppe, Si., and bears the imyrimater of the Cardinal Archbishop of Weetminater. Its object is to "make it (Purgatory) better known to the pious faithful who believe with &Divine faith this dogma revealed of God." Non-Catholic readers will peruse the almost incredible "gacte" with astonishment, ma diminished by reading the advice in the preface thai"tbe Christian must guard against too greet- aredeliti in supernatural facts connected with dogmas of faith."  TU. el Priam itm email lomat lk ta Yd. acrid.