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i L Meteorological cience. I~ Announcement has lately been made ing one year with another, in Peru able as being the highest point at Of the abandonment 9f the remarkable than in a country like our own, it is which continuous meteorological ob- msystem of meteorological stations, ex- believed that they will furnish a basis servations have ever been taken-- ltending in a chain from the Pacific for a fairly complete knowledge of the 19,200 feet above the level of the sea. !over both Cordilleras of the Andes to meteorological conditions prevailing The station is on the summit of the Ithe valley of the Amazon, which have throughout this region of the Andes. mountain; 3,500 feet lower is the Mont i EL MISTI, FROM AREQUIPA, WHERE THE I~ARVARD OBSERVATORY HAS MAINTAINED WEATHER STATION IN THE WORLD. been maintained in connection with the Peruvian station of the Harvara college observatory. With the excep- tion of the station at Arequlpa itself all are to be given up, the objects for Which they were established having been in large part attained. Observations have been made con- tinuously for more than a decade, and since the phenomena of climate and Weather are so much more stable, tal~- THE HIGHEST The barometer shows in Peru no such irregularities as in our northern lati- tudes. There is simply a double diur- nal change twice each day reaching a maximum and twice a minimum. Janu- ary differs from July, but a day in one January or July is remarkably llke a day in another. Among these various Peruvian sta- tions that of E1 Misti, ten or a dozen miles from the city of Arequipa, is not- Blanc station, being at the same alti- tude as Mont Blanc in Swltzerland where the observatory at Meudon, as- sisted by the French Academy, for, a time tried to maintain observations. California's presidential electors cast their vote in the largest hall in Sacra- mento in the presence of an immense assemblage, including the pupils of the public schools. n emor How It Brought ,oy t: a Stranger and Pain to a Friend. ME, VERMANDOIS and her pretty daughter , Clotllde had just seetted themselves be~ore their embroidery frames, in the brlght~ eaSY little morning room over- looklnlg the garden, when M. Sangerot er~tered the room like a rushing wind. i Not unusual for Sangerot, ms he was al- ways in a hurry, though, frankly speak- ing, he was a gentleman of elegant lei- sure, and had absolutely nothing to oc~ cupy him except the agreeable task of collecting his dividends. But he had a mania for creating for hilnself a multi- tude of fictitious obligations, which never left him free for a m~ment. He break- fasted hurriedly, he dined~ hurrledly, and "w~lmnever his acquaintances accosted hint on the stTeet they were invariably greeted by the stereotyped phrase: "I'm sorry. my dear friend, but I can't stop; haven't the Lime!" This harmless eccentricity, h,owever, would not have caused the slightest In- convenience to any one had not t~ts need- less restlessness produced in the otJherwise excellent and well-.me~ning Sangerot fre- quent lapses of memory, parucularly In regard to names and add~,esses, which he seeaned to forget almost as soar, as they were given, and which, in his perpetual hurry, he d~d not take time to note in his memorandum book. "Ah, what ha,ppy chance brings you here to-day, my dear Hector?" said the amtabl6 Mine. ~rermandois, as she looked up frovn her embroidery and greeted her brothr-in-law. "It is r~ot chance which brings me here, my dear Hortense," breathlessly ex. claimed .Sangerot, "but an affair of the first importance--which I shall tell you in two parts." "Sit ddwn, at least," said Mine. Ver- n~.and~is, pushing a chair toward him. "Haven't the time, my dear; haven't the time," s~id Sar~erot, t~king his stand near the mar~telpiece. "Here it is nearly 2 o'eleek," he added, glancing hurriedly at has watch, "and by half-l~st I should be at the auction rooms, where ~he furni- tare of a certain Cmntesso de Vertalure is to be sold. I understand ~l'~at she has a rare collection collection of curios and brtc-a-bac and odd little knick-knacks, thing, with s,) many important duties to think of? His name is--ah, jttst let me think a moment, Hortense! Yes, I'm sUre his last name is l)upcn, and has first i~ either Geovges, Charles, or Jules." "It is very important, my dear Hector," said ~lme. Vermandois, laughingly, "to have t~e first name for there are doubt- less hundreds of Dupens in i~aris, and there is certainly a wide difference be- tween Charles, Jules, and Georges." "Quite risht, quite right, my dear. Well, let me think. Ah, yes I have it now his name is Jules Duoen. I am quite positive of this, and his address is 123-- yes, I am positive it is 123--or--oh, I can't for the life (~f me thifik of the name of the street," and he despairingly turned to ILls sister-in-law. "Help me, my dear Horte~se, help me!" But Mme. Vreman- dais pleaded her Inability ,to do so. "Ah, at last I have it!" Joyfully ex- claimed Sangerot; "it isn't a street at all, it is a boulevard, and there's a .saint's name mixed up with it, Let me tht~k. Is it Saint-Martin, Saint-Denis, Saint- Marcel, or Salnt-Mlchel? Ah, at last!" oried Sangerot, *rlumphantly, "it Is Boulevard Saint-Michel, No. 223. and the yotmg man's name is Jules Dupen." Mine. Vermandois gave a sigh of re- lief. "V~rrite to, him at once," urged San- gerot, "and good-bye, or I shall never reach the auction In time for the sale." And with a frantic wave of his hand he rushed from the room. As so~n as her brother-in-law had dls- v~I~peared, Mme. Vermandols. who pos- sessed a keen sense of the ridiculous, threw herself into the arm-chair and burst into a hearty laugh--for the coun- sel given her w,as so delight.fully uncon- ventional. A widow of many years' standing, she had led a quiet life, going out but little. Na,turally, she desired to marry her daughter off, and Mlle. CIotllde herself was not averse to matrimony. But her opportunities to appear at fash- ionable functions had been few and far between; hence Mine. Vermandois de- b~ted long whether it would be wise to allow such a desirable offer as her brother-in-law presented to slip by, for, notwithstanding Sangerot's eccentricities, she bad grea, t confidence in his Judgment ~partlctal~rly in the selection of an eidgl- !c:tsion, "'to allow me to have a Greuzo. a Fragonard, and a series of sketches by" David." "But those are real treasures. madame!" replied Dupen, enthusi~k~ti- cally. "Then you really thing, monsieur-----'" inquired Mine. Vermandots. Jules I*upen was perhaps Just on the point c,f sayl, ng what he really did think. when Clotilde, in a crisp, pink organdie gown and looking as /'resh and pretty as a spray c~f eglan, tine, entered the draw- ir~g room. "Sapriste!" said the artist to himself. "behold a Greuze, a living one, and far more beau~tiful than anything the master ever painted." The arrival of the YOung girl inter- ruDted the conversation for a few mo- ments, but Dupen was too much at ho~ne to allow the subject to drop, and adroitly" brought the conversation back to art and paintings. Mine. Vermandois ll's,tened at- tentively, entranced by his eloquence. S~ngerot was certainly right--the young man was perfect, and would assuredly make his mark in the world. Clotilde ap- peared equally fascinated, and when she displayed her water colors, the artist en- thused over her "masterpieces." "Yon have real talent, mademoiselle,'* declared Dupen, and he began to explain in tecnnical terms the particular niceties, of Clotltde's brush. "Then you also paint, monsieur?" coyly a.ok e d CletiId,). "A little," said Dupe~, calmly, tboug]~ Inwsrd~y amazed that she had not hear(I, ~* his f,~lme, "Ah, how delightful!" exclaimed Clo- tilde, who understood perfectly the ob- ject of the strauger's visit, and wh,) wa~ already ethptiv~_ted by his dark mustache. The interview was n~w a~ an end, and Mine. Verm~tndois gr.~ciously extendecl~ her hand and invited the artist to call' again. Jules Dupen had understood ab- solutely nothing and wa~ still puzzled to know why he tr.,~d been requested to call One thing, however, was quite clear, ha lh~d received a see.~nd invitation, and a~ the vist't would ~ffor4 him the o~po- tu~nity of studying the llvlng C~reuze. which at that momen't he was devouring wl,th his eyes, he hastened to reply: "With the greatest plea.sure, madame[ But when will you permit me to com~ again?" "Whenever you ple;~se." cordially re- plied kls hostess: "for we shall always be glad to see you," "Call again to-morrow," venture~ C]otilde, with a rogtflsh twinkle in her eyes.