Proud Of His Mother

-It was a oold mght m winter, ine wind biew, and the snow was whirled furiously about, geeking to hide itself beneath cloaks and hoods, and in the hair of thoBe who were out. A distinguished lecturer was to speak, and notwithstanding the storm, the villagers generally ventured forth to hear him. William Annesly, buttoned up to his chin in his thick overcoat, acoompanied his mother. It was difficult to walk through the fallen snow against the wind, and William said to his mother, " Couidn't you walk easier if you took my arm ?" - " Perhaps I oould," his mother replied, as she put her arm through his, and drew up as closely as possible to him. Together they breasted the storm, the mother and the boy who had once been carried in her arma, and who had now grown so tall that she could lean on his They had not walked very far before he said : " I am very proud to-night, mother," - " Proud that you can take care of me ?" she said to him, with a heart gushing with tenderneas. A Germán cremation society, numbering 450 members, exists in New York. lts design is to build a hall with iron walls sixty by forty-four feet. In the center will be erected an altar, and in front of it, upon a large píate, the iron coffin will be placed. After the burial services have been performed the car containing the body will be moved under the f urnace and subjected to the action of the air at a temperature of 100 deg. F. The ashes in the coffin will then be returned and collected. An hour and a half is the time mentioned, 250 to 450 pounds of coal oil the fuel and eight doli lars the price.