incolnshire, England, was the inventor
of cast steel. The discovery was kept a great secret, and as the success
it obtained was very great, many efforts were made to find out how it
was prepared.

One cold winter's night, while the snow was falling in heavy flakes, and
Huntsman's manufactory threw its red glare of light over the
neighborhood, a person of the most abject appearance presented himself
at the entrance, praying for permission to share the warmth and shelter
which it afforded. The humane workmen found the appeal irresistible, and
the apparent beggar was permitted to take up his quarters in a warm
corner of the building.

A careful scrutiny would have discovered little real sleep in the
drowsiness that seemed to overtake the stranger; for he eagerly watched
every movement of the workmen while they went through the operations of
the newly discovered process.

He observed, first of all, that bars of blistered steel were broken into
small pieces, two or three inches in length, and placed in crucibles of
fire-clay. When nearly full, a little green glass, broken into small
fragments, was spread over the top, and the whole covered with a closely
fitting cover. The crucibles were then placed in a furnace, and after a
lapse of from three to four hours, during which the crucibles were
examined from time to time, to see that the metal was thoroughly melted,
the workmen lifted the crucible from its place on the furnace by means
of tongs, and its molten contents, blazing, sparkling, and spurting,
were poured into a mould of cast iron. When cool, the mould was
unscrewed, and a bar of cast steel was presented.

The uninvited spectator of these operations effected his escape without
detection, and before many months had passed the Huntsman manufactory
was not the only one where cast steel was produced.

A JOLLY DAY IN THE PARK.

BY F. E. FRYATT.

"Hip, hip, hurrah! to-morrow's my birthday, Miss Eleanor," shouted Harry
Lewis, bursting into my garden like a young hurricane. "Cousin Jack's
coming over from New York, Nell's got a holiday, and father says if
you'll decide and go with us, we may have a jollification somewhere."

"How delightful! Of course I'll go, with the greatest pleasure. Suppose
we choose Prospect Park?"

"Capital! Miss Eleanor, good-by; excuse haste. I'm off to tell Nell, and
hurry mother with the birthday cake and the fixin's."

Old Prob predicted fair weather, and he was as good as his w