Wisconsin Weekly Advocate

WISCONSIN WEEKLY ADVOCATE DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF THE NEGRO RACE --- We will be glad to publish news of local and race interest if left at the office, 38 Eighth street, before G o'clock Wednesday evenings. We would respectfully ask our readers to bestow at least a share of their custom upon those who advertise with us. ☆ ☆ ☆ The various remedies and hair restorers advertised in this paper can be had at the advertised price at the office of this paper. One of the most successful gatherings of the Calvary Baptist Church Literary society took place Tuesday evening. The question discussed was "Should women hold public office?" Mrs. Grace Taylor led off with an able paper emphasizing her views on the subject, which were endorsed by the majority of her sisters present, among the speakers being Mrs. Mossette, Mrs. Tolles, Mrs. Lucile Gales and Mrs. Currer. The trend of opinion, however, was against the gentle sex, insofar as interference with public affairs was concerned, notwithstanding the able championship of Mr. P. A. Sample. Mrs. Taylor closed in a few well-chosen remarks, and the discussion was closed. Considerable difference of opinion is expressed in regard to the ruling of the president, Rev. H. Williams, in permitting Mr. Sample to address the meeting on a point of privilege. In the opinion of the writer the discussion was closed, and the chairman had the right to acknowledge any member who wished to give a personal explanation without entering into the subject matter of debate. These little things, however, are immaterial. The main point is that public matters be discussed and intelligently discussed by the progressive members of the race in this city, and the Calvary Baptist Literary society has shown what can be done in this respect. Next week there will be a discussion on matters of most material interest to the race, led by Messrs. Bryant and Sample. A successful gathering is looked for. In the near future this chruch purposes to have a grand celebration when prominent speakers from this and other cities will give their services to help build up the walls of Zion. Look out for the 26th of July! Full particular will be published next week. ☆ ☆ ☆ The next annual meeting of the North Wood River Baptist association will be held at the Second Baptist church, Evanston, Ill., beginning Friday, August 18, 1905. Milwaukee colored Baptists cannot afford to be unrepresented and it is the imperative duty of the members and adherents of Calvary Baptist church to see to it that ways and means are found by which it may be so. 宋宋宋 That the little church at 221 Seventh street is progressing may be judged from the fact that three new members were received Sunday last. These were Mrs. Mary Patterson and Mrs. Sophia Lyons from Atlanta City, Ga., and Mrs. Annie Scott from Chicago, Ill. * * * Mr. Lewis H. Fuller, superintendent of Calvary Baptist church Sunday school, attended the Sunday school convention held at Lovejoy, Ill., last week and comes back with a glowing description of his reception there. *** Mrs. Kate Jones, 723 Chestnut street, is still at her old stand, and a good standby at that for the Wisconsin Weekly Advocate. She has been sick for the past week or two, and we are sorry that we have been unable to call upon her through stress of business. Mrs. Jones and her relatives will have always a hearty welcome in the office of the Advocate. * * * Mrs. Walter Revels, 322 Chestnut street, has gone to visit friends in Fort Atkinson, Wis. We wish her a pleasant visit and safe and happy return to the bosom of her family. *** Mrs. Mossette has moved to her beautiful home, 683 Broadway. She has taken the right step—to move out of the center of the city and locate in a locality where the race, so long as they are worthy of respect, will be respected. Mrs. Mossette is one of the race ladies who is always willing to show appreciation of work done for the benefit of her race through the medium of the press. With her is stopping at the present time Mrs. Currer from Chicago, an educated, enterprising race woman. Mrs. Currer is at present employed by Mr. J. D. Cooke, one of the enterprising young men of the race in this city, and we understand has made a marked success in the work assigned to her by him. *** Mrs Norah Young, 35 Juneau avenue, will shortly rent the flat at 32 Juneau avenue, where she will have accommodations for roomers. The rooms will be rented to gentlemen only. * * * Mrs. Lucile Gale, 648 East Water street, is contemplating a round of visits to Chicago, Indianapolis and Louisville. Ky. We wish her a pleasant trip and a safe return to the Cream city, where she will be welcomed by her numerous friends. * * * During the recent visit of the Misses Gusie Mallory and Stella Kelley, accompanied by Mrs. P. Foster of Chicago, they were entertained by Mrs. M. An- drews, 430 Cedar street. They visited the various parks for which Milwaukee is famous and had a slight idea of what Milwaukee can offer to her visitors. To men and women who are such, "there is no difference." *** Mr. Frank Bowman, we learn, is seriously ill at the Plankinton house. We wish him a speedy recovery. ```markdown ``` Mrs. J. J. Miles, with her daughters, Annie and Carrie, will leave Saturday for New York on a visit to their son and brother, M. J. Miles. *** Mrs. Clara Partleau is visiting friends in Chicago this week. * * * We expect Mrs. Nathaniel Hunter and Mrs. Henry White of Janesville, Wis., on a visit Sunday, the 16th inst. Janesville and Beloit friends are always welcome. * * * Arthur Jones, at present an inmate of the Milwaukee county hospital, according to the last report is recovering, and as well as can be expected under the unfavorable circumstances in which he is placed. Miss Myrtle Simmons of Milwaukee is at present paying a round of visits to friends in Jacksonville and Springfield, Ill., and St. Louis, Mo. At the first mentioned place she was pleasantly surprised by the greetings of her friends and acquaintances at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Nelson, 702 Bedwell street. The affair was planned by Miss Ella Williams and Miss Zora Pierson, and carried to a successful conclusion. An enjoyable time was spent with various games and music. The floral decorations were very beautiful and were arranged by the same ladies. About thirty-five guests were present. --- Attorney W. D. Green paid a flying visit to Waupun on business this week. NEWSPAPER LAW Let some of our subscribers read and wonder. We hope this will get you to see clear: 1. Subscribers who do not give express notice to the contrary are considered as wishing to continue subscriptions. 2. If subscribers order the discontinuance of their periodicals, the publisher may continue to send them until all arrearages are paid. 3. If subscribers neglect or refuse to take their periodicals from postoffice to which they are directed, they are responsible until they have settled their bills and ordered them discontinued. 4. If the subscriber moves to another place without informing the publisher, and the papers are sent to the former directions, they are held responsible. 5. The courts have decided that the refusing to take periodicals from postoffice, or removing and leaving them uncalled for, is prima facie evidence of intentional fraud. 6. If subscribers pay in advance they are bound to give notice to the publishers, at the end of their time, if they do not wish to continue it, otherwise the publisher is authorized to send it, the subscriber will be responsible until an express notice with payment of arrearage is sent to the publisher. 7. The latest postal laws are such that newspaper publishers can arrest anyone for fraud who takes a paper and refuses to pay for it. Under this law the man who allows his subscription to run along for some time, unpaid, and then orders the postmaster to mark it "refused," and has a card sent notifying the publishers, lays himself liable to arrest and fine, the same as for theft, etc. A Visit to the Grotto—Notre Dame. It is a privilege seldom given to outsiders, but the reception which the editor of the Wisconsin Weekly Advocate received on his visit to the Notre Dame institution will be one which will long remain in his memory. The paintings and representations of the Immaculate Conception cannot be surpassed. The basilica of that same, at present exhibited at Lourdes, France, where there have been so many miracles performed that the Christian world has been held in a state of suspension and awe. The Apparation of the Immaculate to Bernardetta Soubirrase, the actual Annunciation, St. Ann De Beaupre, Canada, and last but not least the dogmatic definition of the Immaculate Conception. It is a pleasure to find that, although differing on points of doctrine, we can all join in the adoration and worship of the Virgin Mary; in the stupendous work which she had before her; in the knowledge that she herself would be crucified in her Son. "Yea and a sword shall pierce thine own heart also that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed."—Luke ii. 35. Dies of Cigarette Smoke After smoking five boxes of cigarettes from 12 o'clock at midnight to 4 a. m., while canoeing with a party of friends at El Pond, Mass., Philip Weller, 23, of East Watertown, fell from a landing on the pond into the water at 4:15 p. m. and died suddenly of heart failure before his companions could pull him out. Weller and a number of companions had been canoeing, and had arrived at the boat landing. All the party got out except Weller, who slipped and fell into the water. A boat oar was handed for him to grasp, but death was instantaneous. Medical Examiners Perley and Jack viewed the remains and said death was due to heart failure brought on by the excessive use of cigarettes. THE FAMILY CAT. I can fold up my claws In my soft velvet paws, And purr in the sun Till the short day is done; For I am the family cat. I can doze by the hour In the vine-covered bower, Winking and blinking Through sunshine and shower; For I am the family cat. In the cold winter's night, When the ground is all white, And the icicles shine In a long silver line, I stay not to shiver In the moonbeam's pale quiver; But curl up in the house As snug as a mouse, And play Jack Horner, In the coziest corner, Breaking nobody's laws, With my chin on my paws; Asleep with one eye and Awake with the other: For I am the family cat. Cat Journal. A MOST SUCCESSEUL JOKE. In the course of his picturesque, variegated and extremely unlawful career, Alfred Potter had experienced many shocks and many surprises, but never had he been so thoroughly taken aback as now. For, carefully closing the window by which he had entered, he drew aside the curtains, and, stepping into what he had expected to be the empty room of an unoceupied house, found himself instead in the presence of four young ladies and an elderly matron, all in evening dress and all beaming upon him with admiring welcome. "Isn't it wonderful?" said the elderly matron, putting up her lorgnette to examine him more closely, "Perfect, I call it." "Just the thing; charming, exquisite!" chorused the four girls together, exchanging nods and smiles with each other and indulging in little peals of excited silvery laughter. "There's some mistake, ain't there?" gasped Mr. Potter, wildly hoping that before they could summon assistance he might, perhaps, persuade them he had mistaken this house for his own. "And he has the very accent!" said the elderly lady, beaming on him. "Really, it is inimitable. I am sure Mr. de Vere ought to go on the stage. Dorothy, my dear, as you are the only one who has met Mr. de Vere, will you not introduce us all and explain why his sister is not here?" Thus summoned, one of the girls stepped forward, rather shyly. "I am afraid," she said, "Mr. de Vere does not remember me. I took Betsy in Mrs. Sandys' theatricals, where you were the burglar, Mr. de Vere, you know. But, really, your 'make-up' was so different I should hardly have known you either." "I remember," said Mr. Potter, "puffectly," and he faintly hoped that, if this were a dream, it would not change into the nightmare of penal servitude. "Then permit me," Dorothy continued, and Mr. Potter ducked his head dazedly as he found himself being placed on terms of friendship with these surprising people, of whose sanity he was rapidly beginning to have serious doubts. "Your sister, Mr. de Vere," Miss Dorothy went on, when the ceremony of introduction was complete, "unluckily hurt her ankle this afternoon, and could not come. Poor Lucy was dreadfully disappointed, for, of course, she has planned and arranged everything." "She allers was an interfering cat," said Mr. Potter, hotly, "and I'll fair bash her for it. Though 'ow you comes to know 'er, Miss"—— "Doesn't he speak naturally?" said one of the girls, and there was a little hum of assent and admiration from the others. "But why, Mr. de Vere," asked the elderly lady, whose name he had heard, was Mrs. Yeyland, "did you climb in at the window? We were listening for your knock when we heard the window open." "I suppose, mum," said Mr. Potter, slowly backing toward it in the hope that he might be able to escape by a sudden dash, "the window allers strikes me as more natural like, some'ow." "Ah, a disciple of Zola," said Mrs. Leyland, "You believe in Realism, then?" "Well, mum," answered Mr. Potter, cautiously, "when I 'as to say, I generally ses put me down a Catholick. They 'as more services, and in quod anything's a change." The four girls laughed a little, as though dimly suspecting a joke which they could not quite understand, and for the same reason Mrs. Leyland went very red and looked extremely indignant. "John and Elizabeth will be here soon," interposed Dorothy, with some haste. "What do you think we had better do, Mr. de Vere?" On the whole, Mr. Potter thought that the best thing he could do was to depart as speedily as possible and leave this bevy of fair lunatics to themselves before they grew violent. He was just about to make a sudden dash for it, when one of the girls remarked, enthusiastically: "It's wonderful—manners, actions, get-up, accent, everything is just perfect. I am sure any one would take Mr. de Vere for a real burglar." "Me real?" said Mr. Potter, somewhat indignantly, for, though naturally of a philosophical disposition, he was not yet sufficiently instructed in metaphysics to doubt his own existence. "He is simply wonderful," chorused the other three girls together, with equal enthusiasm. "I call it genius," said one; and another added: "John and Elizabeth will get just a lovely fright and never dare venture to laugh at us again." "Ho!" said Mr. Potter, a sudden light flashing in upon him. "Beggin' your pardon, ladies, is there any one else in the 'ouse along of you?" "Why, no!" they all cried together. "That would spoil the joke." "Ho!" said Mr. Potter again. "So it's a joke, eh?" "On the whole," said Mrs. Leyland, who still wore a rather vexed expression, "I think, perhaps, we had better give it up, after all. Of course, Mr. de Vere has been extremely obliging to dress up like this and come here, and John and Elizabeth certainly deserve a good fright after the way they laughed at us; but"—— "I'm beginning to twig," interrupted Mr. Potter. "I'm this 'ere bloomin' Mr. de Vere, and I'm togged up as a screwsman to frighten them there John and Elizabeth what 'as been laughing at you over some fright you've been and 'ad. Ain't that the blessed game you've on, so 'elp me, Moses?" Mr. de Vere, may I venture to suggest that, no matter what your artistic desire for realism may be, the language you employ"—— "Now you clap a stopper on that gab of yours, old girl," interrupted Mr. Potter; and, as the outraged lady stared at him in a state of petrified amazement, he continued, "I'll trouble you for them there sparklers, mum," and his gesture toward the jewels she wore was extremely significant. "'And 'em over, if you please," he said, "and look sharp." "I shall do nothing of the kind," said Mrs. Leyland. "I consider this goes far beyond a joke." "It's the best joke as I was ever in," said Mr. Potter, with great appreciation. "You, too, young ladies, if you please." "But," began Dorothy, in a very quavering tone. "I"—— "Do you want me to 'elp you?" demanded Mr. Potter, producing an unloaded but dangerous looking revolver, which he began to flourish about; and then, seeing the trembling girl beginning hastily to unclasp her necklace, he turned again to Mrs. Leyland. "Now, do look sharp," he said. "Sir," said Mrs. Leyland, "you must be mad! You are surely aware"—— "As I want them jewels," interposed Mr. Potter. "But, there," he added, complainingly, "it's allers the old and ugly ones as make the most fuss. Don't you know this 'ere's a joke?" "I don't believe," whimpered Dorothy, "that it's Mr. de Vere at all; he would never behave like this." "As a matter of fact and 'ard swearing," said Mr. Potter, slipping the necklace she handed him into his capacious pocket, "I've gone by many names, but I can't say as I recollect de Vere among 'em. But it's a pretty name and I'll answer to it if you like." "Then is it a real burglar?" gasped Mrs. Leyland. "Mum," said Mr. Potter, with an air of congratulation, "you needn't never make no other guess, for you've spotted it wonderful. If you'll take those gloves off I could see what rings you 'ave on," he added. "Then," she groaned, "your father, the earl!"—— "He may have been an earl," observed Mr. Potter, as he moved among the trembling girls, collecting their valuables, "but mostly he was a chimney-sweep when he was out of quod. Are you sure, now, none of you ain't got nothing more?" "No, indeed," wept the bereaved maidens, too frightened to protest much, even though they could not restrain their tears as they saw all their treasures disappearing into Mr. Potter's pockets, "we've nothing more." "If I thought you wasn't telling the truth," threatened Mr. Potter, whereupon they all assured him again they had nothing more, clustering together the while and holding each other very fast, with an air of being prepared to share one common fate. And suddenly the youngest of them burst into a paroxysm of loud sobs. "If that there's a guilty conscience" said Mr. Potter, "all I can say is—fork out!" "Oh, won't you please go away?" implored Miss Dorothy. "You've got everything any of us had. Do, please, go." "Well, what about you?" asked Mr. Potter, turning to Mrs. Leyland, and toying so convincingly with his pistol that she handed over all she possessed with singular meekness and speed. "And now won't you go?" implored Miss Dorothy. "If you don't, we shall all begin to scream soon." "I wouldn't advise you to," said Mr. Potter, grimly, "seein' as 'ow you might then get somethin' to scream about. What is puzzlin' me is what to do with you. I can't 'ave you runnin' and yellin' after me the moment I'm gone." His shivering victims made no answer, and he continued, meditatively: "I suppose there's a coal cellar? I think as I'll 'ave to ask you all to step down there." "Oh, no!" screamed all the four girls together; and one of them shudderingly explained, "There are rats and mice down there." "Lor' bless your pretty faces," replied Mr. Potter, benevolently, "rats and mice as is there don't matter; it's when they ain't there and you still sees 'em as you 'ave something to 'owl about—as, very like," he added, with an air of deep gloom, "some of you may find out for yourselves when you're a bit older." "If you'll only go away," said Mrs. Leyland, desperately, "we'll promise to take no steps against you whatever and you can keep all our jewels." "I 'ud like that all right," said Mr. Potter, but explained, with some indignation, "only them police won't take no notice of promises—ain't got no sense of honor, I suppose. No," he said, with sudden decision, "it'll 'ave to be the coal cellar." Dolorous indeed was the sad procession now formed by the four lamenting maidens and the melancholy matron whom Mr. Potter politely marshalled downstairs to the coal cellar, wherein he securely locked them, returning thence upstairs with the air of a man having good reason to be satisfied with himself. "I wonder if there is anything wet about," he mused; "I reckon I deserve a drink." Still favored by the fickle goddess Fortune, he found a bottle of whiskey, from which he helped himself liberally. "Ah!" he said, with a deep sigh, "that's good, after what I've been through. Lor', think what might 'ave 'appened! S'pose as they 'ad all 'ad hisstirricks together? I expect," he added, thoughtfully, glancing at himself in a mirror opposite, "as it was my heye as quelled 'em." He spent a few minutes going rapidly through the house collecting some more articles of value, and then, realizing that he was running unnecessary risks by delaying so long, he went out by the front door, and had only just time to dodge behind a laburnum bush as a young man, dressed in a kind of dreamlike and idealized copy of Mr. Potter's own attire, ran hurriedly up the garden path and began knocking loudly at the front door. "That, I suppose," said Mr. Potter to himself, very disgustedly, "is what they call a screwsman's get-up. Why, it wouldn't take in any one. Blowed if he 'asn't dress shoes on and silk, a wipe, and Lor' knows what." He shook his head sadly and crawled away toward the garden gate, while the genuine Mr. de Vere, apparently puzzled that his knocks brought no response, pushed open the door, which Mr. Potter had neglected to close, and, somewhat hesitatingly, stepped inside. And so absorbed was Mr. Potter in watching him that he quite forgot his natural caution, and was only called to himself when a hand fell on his shoulder and a voice inquired, "Who in thunder are you, and what are you crawling about here for? Light a match, Lizzie, and let's see what I've got." For a moment Mr. Potter gave himself up for lost, for he was held very firmly by the collar, there was plenty of help within call, and in his pockets there was no lack of incriminating evidence. But the name his captor had used gave him an idea. "Beggin' your pardon, sir," he said, humbly, touching the brim of his hat, "but is you John and Elizabeth? I don't know your other names." "What the dickens do you mean?" was the amazed response. "And does you," pursued Mr. Potter, "know a lady called Mrs. Leyland, with four young ladies, as was all badly scared by a burglar or some one like that a bit ago? 'Cause, if you do, there's a game they've got on with a Mr. de Vere to pretend to be a burglar hiself to frighten you in your turn," and Mr. Potter touched his hat again and paused to wait for developments. His captor asked him a few brief questions, to which Mr. Potter replied, representing that he had come by his knowledge through overhearing the ladies talking about it. "So I thought, sir," he concluded, meekly touching his hat again, "and you might make it worth my while to 'ang about to tell you, sir." "I am very much obliged to you, my man," said the other, heartily, pressing a sovereign into his hand. "Call here tomorrow and I'll see you again. Come on, Lizzie. As soon as you see him, go for one side and I'll tackle him the other. Above all things, mind, don't let him speak, and if you break your umbrella, I'll buy you a better tomorrow." With hurried and silent steps they sped toward the house, while Mr. Potter, a sweet smile on his ups, lingered to light his pipe. "There they go," he muttered, as a sudden tumult broke out upon the peaceful night. "That'll be John," he observed, at a particularly loud bang. "And that," he added, hearing a shrill scream, "will be Elizabeth, earning her new umbrella. And that," he concluded, with satisfaction, at a succession of piercing howls of anguish, "will be the bloke what 'ad the imperence to pretend to be me." He lounged away, but had not gone far when a still louder and more confused babel of shouts and cries reached his ears. "Ah!" he said, "that'll be them in the cellar. Just like women," he added, complainingly; "seems to be a sheer impossibility for 'em to keep their tongues still." A dead silence succeeded, and Mr. Potter put his pipe in his pocket. "Now," he muttered, "they'll be 'aving explanations, and it's time for me to do a guy. But, on the 'ole,' he concluded, stroking with satisfaction his bulging pockets, "I call this 'ere a most successful joke."—E. R. Punshon in the Sketch. A CHILD'S PICTURE EDUCATION. A Life Among Good Art Is Broadening and Developing. All of us cannot but observe the difference between children of the cultivated, art loving home, and those of the commonplace environment that concerns itself alone with the material considerations of shelter, fuel and raiment. A life among good pictures and other attributes of a high cultivation is broadening and developing. The eye, that much neglected organ, learns to perceive and the mind to appreciate the beauties that are to be found all about us. The taste for the beautiful finds joy where all is weary, stale, flat and unprofitable to the dull eyes of those who have never discovered the resources of their own natures. In all ages and among all peoples art has found expression; it has been a part of the daily life of all races. By its means the works of nature have been interpreted for us. The loveliness of line, the glory of color, the majesty of firmament, and the land and the sea have been revealed to the eyes of our souls. Acats of heroism have been nobly perpetuated in the minds of generations, teaching their lessons of right and might. The loftiest human sentiments have thus found eternal voice in the enduring frescoes and monuments done by the hand of man. One from Kentucky. Our very reliable and trustworthy correspondent at Stithton tells in his letter this week the most remarkable fish story that has yet come under our notice. He says that last week the heavy rains muddied the Rolling Folk to such an extent that when the water came into Salt river it was as thick as a loblolly. It had a remarkable effect upon the fish. They seemed to be strangling from the mud and came to the banks and poked their heads out in order to breathe. People caught hundreds of them from the bank with their hands, grabbing them by their gills. One buffalo was caught that weighed 27 pounds, and many 10 and 12-pound fish were taken. This same thing occurred once before in Salt river. —Elizabethtown News. Row Over Arithmetics. A large sized sensation has developed at Jackson, Miss., over the arithmetic which has just been selected by the state board, and a row will probably result with the publishing house. Nine sample copies of the book were submitted to the commission, and in all the books submitted there were pasters through them. After the commission adjourned someone got hold of one of the sample copies and out of curiosity wet the pasters and revealed to light the original example. The first one revealed was something like this: "There were 200 white children in a school. Every tenth child was colored. How many children were there in all?" All through the books there are digs at the south which are unpalatable. Just what will be done about the matter is not known. Heavy Fresh Water Salmon. A new era in great lakes fishing was marked when from the nets of Gamash, Smith & Co, at Waukegan was taken a ten-pound fresh water salmon. Several years ago the United States government planted a number of young salmon in Lake Michigan. The fish were not caught later, but it was thought that the waters of the lake were not favorable to their growth. This year, however, they began to show up, and at Waukegan twenty-five or thirty have been taken ranging from three to four pounds. These have been replaced, but the big one has been kept, and a report to Washington will be made. Memory of Molly Pitcher Honored. The grave of Molly Pitcher, the heroine of the battle of Monmouth, has been appropriately marked amid impressive ceremonies, which were in charge of the Patriotic Order of the Sons of America. At the request of the organization the war department at Washington furnished a cannon from one of the arsenals in Massachusetts, and this now surmounts her grace, together with a flagstaff bearing the national colors. The cannon was unveiled by Ellen Hays Kramer, a great-granddaughter of Molly Pitcher. —Homing pigeons which took part in two races to London reached a speed of a mile a minute. SMALL REGARD FOR HIS JOB. Patent Office Examiner at Washington Stops President's Auto. B. Pickman Mann, an examiner in the patent office at Washington, apparently has no great liking for his government job. He called upon the district commissioners to insist upon the prosecution of the chauffeur of the automobile which carried President Roosevelt, his son, and two other boys to the falls of the Potomac, and which was stopped on the conduit road by the police, because it was said to have been violating the speed regulation. The commissioners have taken no action in the matter. The stories which were printed in the daily papers of the incident are referred to, and, while Mr. Mann does not accept all they said for gospel truth, he "predicates his remarks upon the hypothesis that the account was correct." "I can conceive nothing which tends more to breed a disrespect of the law than the exhibition of disregard for it on the part of those to whose administration it is confided," said Mann. It was pointed out that the object of the police in stopping the automobile was not to arrest the driver, but merely to warn him against further scorching. According to the accounts of the incident the President took the blame and this being the case the matter was allowed to drop. ARRIVING at a Verdict Kushequa, Pa., July 10.—(Special.)—In this section of Pennsylvania there is a growing belief that for such Kidney Diseases as Rheumatism and Lame Back there is only one sure cure and that is Dodd's Kidney Pills. This belief grows from such cases as that of Mrs. M. L. Davison of this place. She tells the story herself as follows: "I have suffered from Rheumatism for thirty years and find that Dodd's Kidney Pills have done me more good than any medicine I have ever taken. I was also bothered with Lame Back and I can only say that my back hasn't bothered me since I took Dodd's Kidney Pills." Considering that Mrs. Davison only took two boxes of Dodd's Kidney Pills, the result would be considered wonderful if it were not that others are reporting similar results daily. Kushequa is fast arriving at a verdict that "Dodd's Kidney Pills are the one sure cure for Rheumatism." To the Bishop's Taste. The late Bishop Green on one of his diocesan visitations stopped with an old friend at Sewanee, Tenn. At the early supper of the south, always a most informal meal, the bishop said he would have nothing but a dish of bonny-clabber, a little nutmeg sprinkled over. "There ain't a bit of nutmeg in the house," exclaimed the maid when the request was repeated to her. "Dear me," said the hostess, sotto voce; "go to Mrs. Darlington next door and ask her to lend me a nutmeg." Mrs. Darlington also was "out" of Mrs. Darlington also was "out" of nutmeg. "Then go to Mrs. Harding, on the other side, we can't all be out at once, then bring the bishop the dish quickly. The hostess kept up a rapid fire of bright talk to cover the hiatus in the service until the maid appeared with the desired dish. "What an addition is the little sprinkle of nutmeg," said the bishop; "what a fine relish it gives." When the good guest had retired the mistress said to the maid— When the good guest had retrieved the mistress said to the maid— "Go to the supply store the first thing in the morning and get nutmegs, and return the nutmeg to Mrs. Harding and—" "But Mrs. Harding was out of nutmegs too." "Then where did you get any?" "La, Miss, I was dat worrited out dat I des tuck a wooden handle to a ole shoe-buttoner an' grated it on." And the bishop had relished it. So much for the power of suggestion—Martha Young in Lippincott's. Big Possibilities in Texas. There is not on the earth a locality in which figs grow with greater abundance and of better quality than in South Texas, yet, strange to say, no attention is given to preserving the fruit for the market. A fig orchard would cost but little. The tree is enduring and subject to few diseases. Nothing more profitable could be engaged in. But we should not despair. For it should be remembered that it has only been within a few years that the Texans have commenced to market peaches, cabbages, eggs and a thousand of other things that they formerly thought could only be used at home. In time the state will be known as the greatest in preserving figs and in drying them for the markets.—Dallas (Tex.) News. Leaves Eccentric Will. Gustave A. Kihn, a native of Hamburg, Germany, committed suicide at Hollister, Cal., by taking morphine. He left a will, in which he directed that his heart should be cut out and placed on his coffin. The doctor performing the service is to receive $50. He asked that no one should see him after death, and that no mourners should follow him to the grave. WANTED TO SLEEP. Curious that a Tired Preacher Should Have Such Desire. A minister speaks of the curious effect of Grape-Nuts food on him and how it has relieved him. "You will doubtless understand how the suffering with indigestion with which I used to be troubled made my work an almost unendurable burden, and why it was that after my Sabbath duties had been performed, sleep was a stranger to my pillow till nearly daylight. "I had to be very careful as to what I ate, and even with all my care I experienced poignant physical distress after meals, and my food never satisfied me. "Six months have elapsed since I began to use Grape-Nuts food, and the benefits I have derived from it are very definite. I no longer suffer from indigestion, and I began to improve from the time Grape-Nuts appeared on our table. I find that by eating a dish of it after my Sabbath work is done (and I always do so now) my nerves are quieted and rest and refreshing sleep are ensured me. I feel that I could not possibly do without Grape-Nuts food, now that I know its value. It is invariably on our table—we feel that we need it to complete the meal—and our children will eat Grape-Nuts when they cannot be persuaded to touch anything else." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the famous little book, "The Road to Wellyville," in each pkg. NOTES OF INTEREST. —Rice forms the principal article of food of about a third of the human race. Twenty thousand frogs a year are used for dissection and experimental purposes in the University of Pennsylvania medical laboratories. The Baltimore & Ohio was the first American road to organize on an extensive system. Begun in 1828, it had in 1835 a track mileage of 113. It is calculated that 4000 persons make a living in London by begging, and that their average income amounts to about $1,500,000 a year. Jake Biwa is the only large sheet of fresh water in Japan worthy of mention. It is thirty-six miles long, twelve miles wide, and its greatest depth about 300 feet. The Bessemer process of steel making was invented in 1856, and it was not until 1876 that open-hearth steel, which caused such a revolution in boiler making, was introduced. A well educated Parisian named George Teyron earns a comfortable livelihood by figuring as the fourteenth guest at dinner parties which otherwise would be attended by only thirteen persons. King, Edward is said to have worn shoes of his own manufacture. Queen Victoria and the Prince Consort believed in their sons being taught a trade, and the King learned boot and shoe making when he was a boy. —A London policeman earns, as long as he remains a patrolman, from $5.84 to $7.79 a week. He may lodge in a section house for only 24 cents a week, and get his board for $1.70. His uniform is supplied free. —Australia has found a new use for discarded tramcars. Sydney ladies have them painted green and white, hang them with baskets of flowers, train creepers over the roof and then utilize them as afternoon tearooms. —The sum spent for intoxicating liquors in Great Britain and Ireland in 1904 was $817,000,000 in round numbers. This is a decrease from the total of 1903. In fact, for several years the national drink bill has been decreasing. The two sides of a person's face are never alike. The eyes are out of line in two cases out of five, and one eye is stronger than the other in seven persons out of ten. The right eye is also as a rule higher than the left. Since March 14, 1900, when the national banking act was so amended as to permit the organization of national banks with a minimum capital of $25,000 instead of $50,000, 2411 banks, with $139,895,300 capital, have been organized. In support of her contention that an unlicensed dog, on account of which she had been summoned, was not 6 months old, a woman of East Grinstead, England, produced in court the dog's birth certificate, signed by a veterinary surgeon. —Chinese newspapers, owing to the cheap quality of paper used and to the low price of labor, both literary and mechanical, are issued at an extremely small figure. The price of the ordinary Shanghai journal is 4 cash or about 1-5 of a cent. —A rubber film glove, the feature of which is antiseptic qualities, has been devised for surgeons. The idea consists of immersing the hands in a weak solution of gutta percha in benzine or acetone or applying the solution to the skin of the patient. —Plans to build electric street car lines in Pekin have aroused a great protest from the natives, who say the cars would be very harmful to the poor, as large numbers of coolies now make a living by hauling passengers in rickshaws or on wheelbarrows. Once the late bishop of London was ordered by his physician to spend the winter in Algiers. The bishop said it was impossible; he had so many engagements. "Well, my Lord Bishop," said the specialist, "it either means Algiers or heaven." "Oh, in that case," said the Bishop, "I'll go to Algiers." Italian railroads are busy. The Adriatic Railway company will expend $3,250,000 for new locomotives (32) and passenger and freight cars; the Mediterranean Railway company will expend $2,600,000 for 80 locomotives and 200 passenger cars, and the Sicilian railways $565,000 for 450 cold storage cars. —Russia has probably the most curious tax in the world. It is called the "amusement tax," and was instituted a year ago to found an institution for the poor, under the title of the "Empress Marie Foundation." The tax is laid upon every amusement ticket sold, and the managers increase the price accordingly. —The largest station in the world for wireless telegraphy is being erected near Pisa, Italy. On its completion, by the end of the year, it is expected to afford direct communication with all countries of Europe, as well as the United States and Canada, and with all vessels on the Mediterranean, Indian and Atlantic oceans. —Samuel Bowles, a banker, will establish a school of modeling in Rutland, Vt., which he will endow with a sum sufficient to pay its running expenses. His purpose is to educate American children in the art of sculpture in order that it may not be necessary for Vermont marble manufacturers to secure foreign workmen. —The Simplon is the longest tunnel in the world, and has been finished in the face of tremendous difficulties, most of which were entirely unexpected, and many of which presented new problems for engineers. It extends from Brieg in Switzerland to Iselle in Italy, the total length being a little over $12\frac{1}{4}$ miles—21., 576 yards in fact. On the sands near Marske-by-the-Sea, Yorkshire, England, the other day, a crab was seen running along the beach with a sparrow in its claws. The crab had caught the bird by the leg, and so much was it struggling to get free that once is lifted the crab several inches off the ground. The crab eventually let the bird go and ran off. As an instance of the jealousy existing in the relations between Norway and Sweden it may be noted that the boundary line between the two countries is the most minutely exact in Europe. In every parish touched by the line there is deposited an elaborate plan, which is renewed every ten years, the whole of the work of surveying, etc., being carefully repeated each time. —In a recent hearing before a committee of the London county council one of the participants quoted Shakespeare against his opponent, who, he said, "roared as gently as a sucking dove." The clerk of the committee, who may have prided himself on his knowledge of natural history, entered the remark on the minutes in this fashion: "Mr. Balfour Brown remarked that his learned friends had roared as gently as a sucking pig." Of Cettinje, the capital city of the Prince of Montenegro, father-in-law of King Victor Emmanuel of Italy, Sir John Furley, who has recently published a book on his public career, has a poor opinion. He writes: "I have often since been amused when reading in the papers of the fetes, receptions and banquets held in the capital, but from my knowledge of the place I have always felt somewhat skeptical as to their style and grandeur. The palace is called Bigliardo, and we have in England many farmhouses with which it could not compete in size or comfort." THE OLD GREY PLAID. O row ye in the old grey plaid, T'will keep ye frae the cauld; And keep it for yer Faither's sake, Although it's getting auld. T'will hap ye frae the drenching rain, And hap ye frae the snaw; And fetch auld memories back again, When ye are far awa. Sae keep it aye wie fond regard, For sake o' him that's gane; For kindness brings its due reward, While cauld neglect has nane. Remember aye the happy days, When roving boys we ran; On Ettrick's bonnie banks and braes, Where first our cares began. T'will mind ye o 'a Faither's care, And Muther's love as weel; For love was ever centered there, Wie hearts aye kind and leal. But mony a change has come na doot, Baith young and auld are gane; Syne we sat happy round aboot, The couthy auld hearth stane. Yes, times are changed wae ane and a' The same wi' you and me; Ye may be well, yet far awa, Across the stormy sea. Here I am left though whiles nae doot, I'm happy as a bee; I'm sorry when I look aboot, There's few to pity me. In winter's cauld or summer's heat, Without baith wife and wean; Yet still I hope to heat my feet Upon my own hearth stane. Now though broad seas between us roll, Let nothing come between; True as the compass to the pole, As we have ever been. Let's ever be as in times past, True brothers aye remain; Thus let it be on to the last, Though we ne'er meet again. Then row ye in the old grey plaid, T'will keep ye frae the cauld; And keep it for ye'er Faither's sake, Although it's getting auld. Seventy Years With Type--- Millionaire Cinch Players BY LIEUT.-COL. J. A. WATROUS, U. S. A BY LIEUT.-COL. J. A. WATROUS, U. S. A. "There is the judge; he will not know you except you speak." The remark was made by ex-Senator James Ryan. He referred to his partner and brother, Judge Sam Ryan of the Appleton Crescent. Eighty-three years seem to rest lightly upon the broad shoulders of the veteran editor, the oldest in the state, since the death of the late William E. Cramer of the Evening Wisconsin. The plump, soft hand and familiar voice were as free from trembles as they were forty-six years ago, at our first meeting, when he called my attention to his brother James, as James, last month, called my attention to the judge, saying that he hired The Crescent force, but the brown hair was as white as carded cotton and the large, dark, laughing eyes were laughless and sightless. It was Memorial day and the old editor was in his navy blue uniform, on his white head the black hat of war days and over his heart, yet young, was the usual ribbon of mourning; fastened to that was the Grand Army badge. "As long as I could see I marched with the rest of the post to the cemetery. But it is better, I suppose, to ride than to miss the impressive ceremonies in our beautiful city of the army that has passed," and then a comrade who can see, led the venerable soldier to a carriage. After the ceremonies I had a pleasant talk with Judge Ryan. His host of friends will be glad to know that his health is good, that he is keeping up with the procession—is as familiar with current events as the average citizen—thanks to his devoted wife and relatives who read to him everything of value in the papers. His admirers hope that good years are still in store for him; that his partner-brother, the ex-senator, can, for some time to come, point to the sturdy old oak and say, "There is the judge." * * * A few weeks ago the Ryan brothers, Sam and James, celebrated the fifty-third anniversary of the birth of their paper, the Appleton Crescent, with which they have been connected uninterruptedly all of these years. But fifty-three are not all of the years that Judge Ryan has been a newspaper man in Wisconsin. He began his printer career seventy years ago; he was one of the editors of a paper at Green Bay in territorial times, six years before Wisconsin became a state, long before there was a mile of railroad; when Milwaukee was little more than a village, with a population of less than 8000; when Chicago, instead of a city of 2,000,000, had less than 25,000; long before Minnesota, Kansas, Nebraska, California and Oregon were admitted to the union; when the nation had a population of between 20,000,000 and 25,000,000, instead of 85,000,000. He was an editor when there was no Manitowoc, no Appleton, Neenah, Menasha, Marinette, La Crosse, Eau Claire, Chippewa Falls, Stevens Point, Grand Rapids and numerous other cities and villages that now hold high rank in our state. Fond du Lac, Oshkosh, Sheboygan, Madison, Green Bay, Racine, Kenosha, Janesville, Watertown and Whitewater were little villages when he began writing for Wisconsin and her interests; and it is due to him to say that there are not many Wisconsin editors who have written with greater vigor or more enthusiasm than this veteran, who still lives and loves the state of his adoption, though he cannot see it or any of its beauties. Nearly sixty years ago Sam Ryan was the sprightly young editor of the Fond du Lac Republican, a fearless advocate of the Whig party and its candidates. While a resident of Fond du Lac he held the office of postmaster. Again he returned to Green Bay, but in 1852 selected the little village of Appleton, which then had only a few hundred inhabitants, for his permanent home, and in company with his brother James founded The Crescent. Two things The Crescent has always been—Democratic and an everlasting worker in behalf of all of the good interests of the city and the lower Fox river valley. The files of The Crescent during the past fifty-three years contain many thousands of columns of editorial and class articles, calling attention to the city and the valley. Who doubts that these earnest columns have had much to do in making Appleton one of the most beautiful and prosperous cities in the state, and the lower Fox river valley to blossom as the rose? As a party paper The Crescent has been a "hard hitter." Its senior editor could tear a political opponent from limb to limb, carve him crosswise, fill the fresh cuts with coarse salt and approve the ceremony with laughter and unrestrained glee. Nothing used to do the vigorous, slashing editor more good than to stir up the animals of the opposing political camp. But as the years advanced he mellowed, as nearly all mankind mellows with age. He served in the Civil war in the Third cavalry, has been a member of the Assembly, was for many years probate judge of Outagamie county, and for a long time was Appleton's municipal judge. He writes some now, and few days pass when he does not visit the office. Judge Ryan was a charter member of the first state press association ever organized in the United States, and has been more or less active in promoting the interests of the Wisconsin Press association ever since. He was twice its president. A score or more of successful editors have graduated from The Crescent office after careful and kindly instruction at the hands of the Ryan brothers. There are none of these graduates who do not recall with feelings of gratitude the friendly interest, the wise, considerate help given them by the Ryans. No reunion could afford them more pleasure than one which would find them assembled in Appleton mingling with these veteran editors and former employers and instructors. For nearly sixty years the name of Sam Ryan has been familiar with all Wisconsin newspaper people, not to mention a vast army of others. But his brother James has been but little known outside of Appleton. He chose the business department of the paper, which he continued to look after until a few years ago, when he was succeeded by his son, Samuel J., who has proved a marked success in building up and expanding the business. He always preferred that the judge hold the offices, do the political writing and be the display member of the firm. If there are men, women or children who know ex-Senator James Ryan, and do not like him, they have managed to keep the matter a dead secret. He is a most likable and lovable man. Everybody admires him. Like the judge, he is an able writer and editor. He has been mayor, state senator and postmaster. May these two veteran Wisconsin editors live to enjoy many birthdays of the paper with which they have been continuously connected for more than half a century. Millionaires are common sort of men after all; some of them, at least. A couple of them met at Ashland a few weeks ago. They did not look so very different from the "lumber jacks" who had just accompanied them out of the pine woods. They wore slouch hats, their faces were tanned, their hands rough and their appetites ravenous. They were Frederick Weyerhauser of Wisconsin and Illinois, and Edward Rutledge of Chippewa Falls. They were looking after some of their timber in northern Wisconsin. That evening they left on the train for Hayward. Two of their foremen were with them. Soon after the train started, Mr. Rutledge said, "Mr. Weyerhauser, have you a pack of cards?" "Do you want a game?" "Yes, it will help pass the time," and these two millionaires, with each a foreman for a partner, played "high five" the entire distance and enjoyed it as thoroughly as any one could. Mr. Rutledge is several times a millionaire, and there is not much risk in saying that Mr. Weyerhauser ranks only second, if he does not first, among the wealthy men of the northwest. President J. J. Hill of the Great Northern, St. Paul, may be a few millions better off than Mr. Weyerhauser, but certainly not many. Each is worth more than a hundred millions. Mr. Weyerhauser has, during the past four or five years, bought hundreds of thousands of acres of the best timber land in Oregon, Washington and California. Two beardless boys, cousins, met on a farm near Kenosha in 1860. They did not meet again until after the war in which one had worn the gold leaves of a major, won from the ranks, and the other bar of a first lieutenant, also won from the ranks. The lieutenant remained in Wisconsin and the major removed to a neighboring state. They met in Milwaukee last week, both great lawyers, the lieutenant with a good record as a state and a United States senator and now a federal judge, and the major with a record as mayor of Kansas City, several terms in Congress, commander-in-chief of the Grand Army and now a senator of the United States from Missouri. It would be difficult to find a better matched or handsomer span of iron-grays than the long ago lieutenant, now Judge J. V. Quarles, and the long ago major, now Senator William Warner. Best of all, they have earned their honors. You may remember that Maj. Warner is the second soldier-senator Wisconsin has given Missouri. Maj.-Gen. Carl Schurz, the unsuccessful Republican candidate for lieutenant governor of Wisconsin in 1857, was Missouri's first Republican senator. Maj. Warner is her second.—Evening Wisconsin. Brought in Nearly 25,000 Sea Bass. After nearly two weeks of bad luck off the coast, the fishing schooner Col. T. F. Austin redeemed herself, and arrived at Dock street wharf yesterday, laden to the scuppers with sea bass caught in a few hours on Saturday, twenty miles southeast of Cape Henlopen. For days the Austin beat up and down the coast without seeing a fish, and all hands had become discouraged. Early on Saturday morning the lookout sighted a school of bass that might almost have mistaken for an island had it not been moving along at a rapid pace. The crew of the Austin, twenty-four men in all, saw that this was their chance, and in a short time, 24,794 sea bass had been captured and stowed away in ice in the vessel's hold. Further chase of the school was abandoned.—Philadelphia Record. Country's Last Hope Capt. Hugh Riley of Co. H. First Maryland regiment and the tallest man in the Maryland National guard, tells a capital story on himself. It was just after the outbreak of the Spanish-American war, and the Maryland militia had volunteered to serve against the Dons. The captain says he was walking down the street in Annapolis, wearing his uniform and feeling very proud of it, when he passed two street urchins, one of whom remarked: "Hully gee, Chimmy, dere goes de country's last hope."—Baltimore Sun. MINK AND RABBIT Cottontail Has a Panicky Fear of His Enemy. The ways of life of the weasel, or blood-sucker, are not fully understood, and the killing of these rabbits, in particular, presented most interesting problems. How did the minks manage to catch them? In every case the rabbit was apparently run down in fair, open running. In one case in particular the mink had chased the rabbit across a celery swamp, as smooth and level as a dance hall floor. Whatever hindrance there was in the foot of snow would have hindered the mink more than the rabbit. The mink is as slow a runner as the rabbit is swift. I have seen minks run several times, and there peculiar, measuring-worm gait takes them along about as fast as a man can run. The rabbit cannot only go with incredible speed, but can course for hours. And yet the mink is able to run down the swift rabbit! The rabbit seems to give up the race! It would look almost as if some unknown law of nature made him the prey of minks, as if he felt that was his destiny, and did not try to escape from it. In the case we observed, the jump of the rabbit grew shorter and shorter until it became little more than a helpless hop. The marks in the snow indicated that the mink was not being dragged by the rabbit, but that the mink did not overtake his victim until the latter, for no apparent reason, had given up the race. And yet a fox seldom catches a rabbit, and probably never in open running. Then it would seem as if these blood-suckers have some power of which we know nothing. As it is, only one explanation can be offered why so slow running an animal as a mink or weasel can catch as swift an animal as a rabbit. We know that the mink does not tire out the rabbit by following him leisurely, maintaining his slower gait relentlessly, never giving his victim a chance to eat, and so by the slow, sure process of work and worry wearing out poor bunny. Hence it must be that the habbit has, in common with other small rodents, that terrible, demoralizing or panicky fear of all of the weasel family—a fear so great and bewildering that once a mink is on its trail the rabbit becomes paralyzed with it, and instinctively knowing that he cannot escape by running in a hole, gives up. If this is so, then there is a law in nature that we do not fully understand. A law akin to that which makes a rabbit a coward and a woodchuck brave to his dying gasp. A ferret put into a gray squirrel's hole was at once driven out by the indignant squirrel. A rabbit has as sharp teeth as a squirrel, and surely might defend itself as well as a young woodchuck. Yet the latter will face unfinching two dogs and a man. After his back is broken and he is helpless, will he hold up his head and whistle a fierce defiance. Yet a rabbit will not even try to escape, apparently, from an animal it could just as well elude as not! It seems almost as if the rabbit were meant for food for other animals. Nature having given him great reproductive powers and unlimited food and then saddled him with some strange fatality that makes him play his part, in spite of himself, in the general scheme of wild life.—John Burroughs in Outing. LIGHT IN THE COLUMN. Curious Effect Produced by Electric Lighted Water. Some very elaborate decorative effects are projected for the summer resorts by a St. Louis man, who has devised a novel electric column. He proposes to construct these of some transparent material and to mount within them electric lights with reflectors concealed below the base and arranged to throw the light in an upward direction, colored effects being obtained by the use of tinted electric globes. The novelty consists of rotary columns of spray which descend in show- BUBBLE ers from a point concealed by the capital. The combination of the falling spray, with the brilliant, many-hued rays of light within the column, produce a fascinating as well as highly decorative effect. Many modifications of the idea have been worked out by the introduction of mechanism to change the color of the illuminating rays and to give a rotary or other predetermined movement to the spray, imitating in a small way the very beautiful effects associated with electric fountains. Courts or passageways lined with these columns would give a most delightful and fascinating aspect of moving rainbow hues. A Faithful Collie A story of a Scotch collie is current on the Derbyshire border, according to the Dundee Advertiser. A farmer in the Peak district, having purchased a small flock of sheep in the Lowlands, drove the flock the whole way from Scotland to his farm in Derbyshire with the aid of a collie dog which was lent to him by the Scotch farmer from whom he purchased the sheep. "When you get to your home with the sheep," said the Scotchman, "let the dog fill his belly; then tell him to go home." The Derbyshire man duly arrived at his farm with the sheep, and was so pleased with the collie dog and its performance that he decided to keep it a few days before sending it back. One day he was away from home during the whole of the day, and on returning in the evening he found that the Scotch collie was missing, and also the flock of sheep. In a few days tidings came that the dog had arrived at his Scotch home and had brought the sheep back with him. His Last Resort A quack doctor whose treatment had evidently led to the death of his patient was examined sternly by the coroner. "What did you give the poor fellow?" asked the coroner. "Ipecacuanha, sir." "You might just as well have given him the aurora borealis," said the coroner. "Well, sir, that's just what I was going to give him when he died." ATAXIA FOUR YEARS FOLLOWS MALARIA CONTRACTED IN SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR. Victim Had Become Helpless When He Tried Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, but Was Cured in Four Months. Because he did not know that there is a remedy for ataxia, Mr. Ariel endured four years of weakness, pain and the misery of thinking his case incurable. "At the outbreak of the Spanish- American war," he says, "I went with Company B, Eighth Regiment, M.V.M., into camp at Chickamauga, and while there my system became thoroughly poisoned with malaria. When I was mustered out, I carried that disease home with me. After a while locomotor ataxia appeared." "How did the ataxia begin?" "I first noticed a pain in my ankles and knee joints. This was followed by a numb feeling in my legs. At times I had to drag myself around; my legs would shake or become perfectly dead. I had constant trouble in getting about in the dark. I kept a light burning in my room at night as I could not balance myself in the darkness. Even with the aid of a light I wobbled, and would reach out and catch hold of chairs to prevent myself from falling?" "Four years in all. During the last three years I was confined to bed, sometimes for a week, again for three or four weeks at a time. When I was lying down the pain in my back was frequently so severe that I had to be helped up and put in a chair to get a little relief. I had considerable pain in my bowels and no control over my kidneys. The worst of all was that the doctor could give me no hope of recovery." "I read that Dr. Williams' Pink Pills had cured locomotor ataxia and one or two friends spoke to me about them. In the fall of 1903 I began to take them for myself and I had not used more than one box before I found that the pains in my knees and ankles were greatly relieved. Four months afterward I became a perfectly well man, and I am today enjoying the best of health." Mr. Edward H. Ariel lives at No. 43 Powow street, Amesbury, Mass. Every sufferer from locomotor ataxia should try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills without delay. Any druggist can supply them. Whale Goes Skvlarking. A frolicsome young whale was observed skylarking in midocean in the course of the American liner Philadelphia. The lookout in the Philadelphia's crownest and the officers on the bridge kept an eye on the whale, which seemed oblivious to the Philadelphia's approach. He would not signal whether he would go to port or starboard, so the Philadelphia kept right on. So did the whale. He found out too late to alter his course that it might have been wiser to give the right of way to the liner. As he turned at right angles with the liner its stem cut him in halves as cleanly as a knife might divide a pat of butter. The bow end of him gasped a bit and his flukes were tremulous for awhile. Nobody except the officers and lookouts knew anything about the tragedy, as it made no impression whatever on the ship. A paragraph in the wireless paper contained for most of the passengers the first information that the whale had been killed. TORTURING, DISFIGURING Humors, Eczemas, Itchings, Inflammations, Burnings, Scaldings and Chafings Cured by Cuticura. The agonizing itching and burning of the skin, as in eczema; the frightful scaling, as in psoriasis; the loss of hair and crusting of the scalp, as in scaled head; the facial disfigurements, as in pimples and ringworm; the awful suffering of infants, and anxiety of worn-out parents, as in milk crust, tetter and salt rheum—all demand a remedy of almost superhuman virtues to successfully cope with them. That Cuticura Soap, Ointment and Pills are such stands proven beyond all doubt by the testimony of the civilized world. Pastor Becomes Salesman Rev. George E. Hicks, formerly professor of Greek and literature at Defiance college, Defiance, Ohio, but for two years the pastor of the First Christian church in La Porte, Ind., has tendered his resignation in order to accept a position as traveling salesman for a safe manufacturing concern. In his statement to the congregation Mr. Hicks said that circumstances were such that commercial work offered better remuneration and opportunities for him than pastoral work, and he therefore found it necessary to relinquish his church work. Do Your Feet Ache and Buru? Shake into your shoes Allen's Foot-Ease, a powder for the feet. It makes tight or new shoes feel easy. Cures Corns, Bunions, Swollen, Hot and Sweating Feet. At All Druggists and Shoe Stores. 25c. Sample sent FREE. Address Allen S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. Urges Extermination of Cats. Prof. Clifton Hodge, biologist at Clark university, Worcester, Mass., has come out urging the extremination of all cats by municipalities, declaring they are the worst existing enemy of bird life. "We need the German method of cat traps, like those that in one year killed 30,000 cats in Hamburg," says Prof. Hodge. Piso's Cure for Consumption promptly relieves my little 5-year-old sister of croup.-Miss L. A. Pearce, 23 Pilling street, Brooklyn, N. Y., Oct. 2, 1901. Runs Ten Miles In 1:48. Norman Taylor of Minneapolis, aged 75, ran from that city to St. Paul, covering the ten miles in one hour and forty minutes. At the age of 48 he was the champion twenty-mile runner of America. Taylor was born at Plymouth, Ill. "Dr. David Kennedy's Favorite Remedy is excellent for the liver. Cured me after eight years of suffering." S. Pepron, Albany, N. Y. World famous. $1. Brown eyes and dark hair are particularly common among the criminal class. An American observer calls the brown the criminal eye. MRS. WINSLOW'S SOOTHING SYRUP for Children teething; softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25 cents a bottle. The Congo dwarfs, six specimens of which have been brought to London by Col. Harrison, never reach a greater age than 40 years. GOSSIP FOR THE LADIES. Plav Song. Play song. O load me by the hand. O. lead me by the hand, And let my heart have rest, And bring me back to childhood land, To find again the long-lost band Of playmates blithe and blest. Some qualint, old-fashioned air, That all the children knew, Shall run before us everywhere, Like a little maid with flying hair, To guide the merry crew. Along the garden ways We chase the light-foot tune. And in and out the flowery maze, With eager haste and fond delays, In pleasant paths of June. For us the fields are new, For us the woods are rife With fairy secrets, deep and true, And heaven is but a tent of blue Above the game of life. The world is far away, The fever and the fret, And all that makes the heart grow gray, Is out of sight and far away, Dear Music, while I hear thee play That golden, golden roundelay, "Remember and forget!" Remember and forget —Henry Van Dyke. The Grace of Forgiveness. Forgiveness is one of the most difficult of the Christian virtues. It is wanting in many otherwise admirable characters; and sometimes the very lack of it is transformed into a virtue. We do so easily deceive ourselves. When the rare occasion comes which permits us to look down from our lofty moral pedestal upon the miserable sinner who has trespassed against us, our vanity is vastly flattered. Our Lord, in the prayer that teaches to pray, puts it in a different light. He charges us to pray first for the forgiveness of our own sins, which we must have, or be lost. Then he makes it absolutely necessary that we should be forgiving in the same measure that we need forgiveness. By a plan at once simple and sufficient, God puts into our own hands the fixing of the extent of his mercy. How much would you be forgiven? You can settle that by deciding how much you will forgive. "With what measure ye meote, it shall be measured to you again."—Epworth Herald. Drink Water. Not one woman in a hundred drinks enough water to keep her system in a healthy condition. A sluggish circulation and torpidity of the liver will bring the disfiguring blemishes. Dark, shadowy, puffy places under the eye make one look haggard, tired and weary of life. Massage and electric treatment are good, but the main part of the work of beautifying must be accomplished by oneself. Any slight kidney disorder brings the puffy look, and for this disorder drinking plenty of water is one of the finest remedies known. Sip the water slowly and do not have too cold. Three pints a day is not a drop too much. A good way is to sip a big tumblerful half an hour before each meal, to take another big tumblerful about two hours after each meal, another just before retiring, and another immediately after rising. Exercise daily, nutritious food, deep breathing, a quick hand bath with tepid salt water every day or a cold bath every day, sleep enough to thoroughly rest you, a thoroughly ventilated bed chamber—all these are necessary to the health that means beauty. Women and Club Life. Judicious intermissions of domesticity are refreshing to women, and give them fresh spirits and ideas, and qualify them to make home happier than ever when they get back to it. Moreover, there comes a time of life when some of a woman's more pressing home duties are largely accomplished. If she marries at 25, her admirable feat of rocking the cradle is apt to be all done in ten years, and by the time she is 45 her children have usually reached an age when she can take her eye off them a minute without much risk of disaster. She has few duties that are more important at that age than to bring home ideas. Household spinning is gone. There is always sewing to be done in a family, always daily tasks to be directed or performed, but household industries in this age of ready-made are certainly less absorbing than they were 100 years ago. A woman nowadays, especially a mature woman, may stick too close at home for the best interests of her family, and in so far as a club or two amuse her, and stir her mind, and give her society and new things to talk about, they are not at all unlikely to do her good.—Harper's Weekly. Betty's Twilight Chat. For downright discomfort commend me to a gossiping neighborhood, where one's daily doings are supplied with imaginary motives and criticized with a freedom that insures the carrying. The world teens with such places and the only way to avoid the disagreeable features is to adhere to a rigid rule never to listen to tales or say things that can be construed into weapons of malicious attack. "I don't want to know what people say of me," said a remarkably nice woman one day. "I never harmed a person in my life, but I am positive that I have not escaped censure, since it is my belief that if the Angel Gabriel came down to earth he would not escape with a single feather." Well, I am somewhat of the same opinion, but when we do our best to treat humanity with all fairness, we ought not to care much what evil tongues say. We cannot care, if we know nothing, can we? We run to law so frequently and for such trivial purposes, it is surprising that energetic women do not carry their tales of woe, fresh from the tongues of scandal to the bar of justice. Fines would have some effect, for women are not stoical under money losses, and confinement would finish the work. Think what a world this would be without careless, wagging tongues! It seems incredible that in a world so busy there are numbers of women who get into mischief solely for lack of something better to do. They do not read or sew or lift a hand to help others. Their calling list is made up of individuals like themselves, with whom they can exchange confidences. Ten to one their homes and families are suffering from neglect. What a life, not only for them, but the families under them!—Boston Transcript. How a Woman Can Be Very Charming. She who would charm must develop in herself a power of self-control that is strong enough to rise to self-effacement when necessary, says an exchange. And, having done so, she can start to play her part of a charming woman with fair prospects of success. She effects an entire subordination of her personality to the personalities of others. It is by making others conscious of themselves, of their own importance and value, that she gets the fullest recognition from them of that individuality that she has been careful not to obtrude. She conveys, by subtle signs, her steady sympathy with and her understanding of their complex natures, and gives them the definite im- pression that they themselves are entirely pleasing to her. If she can do this and at the same time refrain from obtruding her point of view, and more especially, her own claims to be understood, flattered and liked, she not only wins the reward of popularity, but adds to the substantial worth of her character. Instead of trying to impress others with the consciousness of how much she knows, she impresses them with their own possibilities. Instead of trying to dazzle with a conversational display of wit and epigram, she uses her skill to turn the conversation into channels in which her companions can swim at ease, keeping it, by deft ease, from drifting into pools of inconvenient depth. She need express no views, but she must give attention to the views expressed by others. She need say little, but she must listen well. Her reputation for cleverness will not suffer. It is as pleasant to recognize by word or look the graces and charms of our friends as it is to enjoy and profit by them. Profit we do undoubtedly, since all that makes existence fairer, makes it better, and a wholesome discernment of lovely traits, whether physical, mental, spiritual, adds to our faith in humanity. A genuine compliment is a sincere recognition of some excellence in our friend, expressed in gracious, tasteful words. Yet there are implied compliments, which indirectly, but not less surely, carry pleasant messages. The warm welcome, the radiant smile of approval, say more than words can convey, and are just as significant as mathematical exactness of phrase. The compliment of listening with a responsive, silent attention is one of the surest marks of appreciation, and the pretty way of quoting the opinions or appealing to the judgment and taste of our friends is a mode of offering delightful incense.—Selected. Though Inconvenient Courtesy Always Pays. We all know how "being nice" works with the salesman who tirelessly overhauls all his stocks of summer silks just to show us how not one of them matches our sample and goes over cents and half cents as industriously as if he were to do the buying, and thinks perhaps we can get it out of fourteen yards instead of sixteen, and then at least, when none of his stock quite fits the piece, as he knew it would not before he began overhauling, he simply good-naturedly suggests where to go for the match. We do not get what we want from that salesman today, but we go back to him tomorrow and forever. The men and women who are nice to us are those whose society we naturally seek for our companions in pleasure and in all our daily rounds. Vice versa, the people to whom we are nice are the people who come to us, business people for business, social acquaintances for society. Being nice is furthermore a good weapon for war time. Redoubtable foes yield gracefully to a nice way, whereas they let loose their dogs of war on any who approach with fisticuffs and clubs. It is not necessary to raise one's voice just because one is talking to the gas man. It is not necessary to come to words in straightening out a bill that has gone awry. Modistes' mistakes can be settled just as adroitly without shows of temper, with large odds favoring the temperless transactions. Topsy turvy matters can be set top side up with Alphonso and Gaston officiating. One can look at the droll side of the situation. One can sift out its lighter features. One can stand aloof and not be caught up in the whirlpool of temper or wordiness. One can forget little injuries, refuse to see sights, repress certain sturdy personal opinions, annihilate suspicion, throttle every impulse for retaliating, bury all temptations "to give a piece of my mind," be fair spoken, affable, good-humored, and specklessly, incorrigibly polite in the most fastidious situation.—Philadelphia Inquirer. From a Japanese Patriot And Husband to His Wife This patriotic letter appearing in the third volume of the "Russo-Japanese War" demonstrates well the heroic spirit with which the Japanese soldier went to the front, believing it was right and noble to suffer and die for his Emperor and country: "My dearest (he wrote) I especially ask you strictly to observe the following rules, which I herewith send you: "1. Never accept presents in money or kind from any one; to do so will be to bring shame on your husband. "2. Keep all my letters from the front, and do not hand them about for everybody to see. "3. Think that our parting at Shimzashi was a last farewell, as though you had accompanied my body to the temple, and that presently you will receive the news of my having traveled over the plains of battle and entered paradise. "4. Do not expect to see me back; think that I have gone to meet an honorable death. "5. When news comes of my death repress your sorrow. "6. After my death live on the pension you will receive from the government, and carry on the worship of my ancestors. "7. Remember that you are a soldier's wife and behave accordingly. "8. Do not fail to visit the families of those who die in battle, and to condole with them. "9. Be respectful to your parents and the aged; treat your inferiors kindly, and keep your own spirit pure and noble. "10. Be careful never to disgrace the honorable name I have given you at the cost of my life." The writer of this letter, Corp. Yamazaki Unisuke, was formerly a workman at the Shubunsha Lithographic Press in Tokio. He was sent to Korea early last year, and served with great credit in many engagements. At the battle of Fenshuiling he discharged his duties as orderly with astonishing quickness and boldness, and, though wounded himself, saved the life of a comrade, First Class Private Tanaka, whose wounds he bandaged to the neglect of his own. In the engagement which terminated in the occupation of Maerhshan he was severely wounded in the head, and died on the way to the bandaging tent. In the Summer. City home room doors should be left open as much as possible and screens should be substituted for portieres wherever practicable, as they provide a lighter and more graceful effect. The screens of simple framing filled in with bead paneling similar to the bead curtains afford a cool, shimmering aspect, and at the same time are serviceable. Charming are green wickerwork screens with panels of plaited twine. They are substantial enough to last for years and light and graceful to see. Besides these there are screens fashioned of linen, holland and denim panels, useful and comely. In putting the drawing room in summer dress not only the standing furniture but the couch cushions and head rests should be cased in slips. The florid embroidery and rich garniture on the cushions which are welcomed in winter are distasteful in the simplicity of summer furnishings. For slip covers many creditable substitutes for linen and holland are on the market, some of glazed surface cotton of cream or ivory ground, lined and striped in delicate tints. When covers of this sort are used the cushion slips may be similar or else an all-over color to match the tint of the stripe in the furniture covers. Figured rugs and carpets and figured tapestries help to make a room look smaller, which is undesirable in warm weather. The new cotton mixture rugs and art squares of fine grade and matting rugs come in charming shades of green and wood colors with simple ground work and effective hues in effective borders. While it is a trouble and expense to make the summer substitutes there is compensation in the additional comfort and the saving of wear to the winter carpets and rugs. An unmatted stairway is agreeable in summer if the wood be of such character that it can be stained and made presentable, but uncovered stairways, if much used, are noisy. So a strip of matting is a good arrangement. The wealthy folks with half a dozen homes to choose from are furnishing summer apartments for themselves after the homelike old world models in unvarnished Swedish and Norwegian woods, furnishings almost entirely bare of ornament and refreshing in effect. You May Be a Coquette, but Don't Flirt It is no compliment to be called a flirt. And yet there is not one girl out of ten who, in her inmost heart, is not pleased when the term is applied to her. There is a vast difference between a flirt and a coquette. The former is artificial, the latter natural. The flirt is deliberate, calculating, caring not who she may hurt, so long as she is happy. Her one idea is to have as much attention as she can, without entangling her own affections. The coquette is a coquette from the cradle to the grave. She is spontaneous, charming. With her no action is premeditated; she is charming to all men simply because she can't help it. Coquetry is inborn and cannot be cultivated. A great many very popular girls are neither coquettes nor flirts. They were not born to be the former, they would scorn to be the latter. The girl who leads a man on and deliberately throws him over when some new man appears should be ashamed of herself. There is nothing to be proud of in a conquest that drags a sore, humiliated heart at its chariot wheels. The coquette is warm-hearted, lovable. She will coquette with her own husband, will hold him enchanted by her ever-varing charm. The flirt will be a blessing to no man. She is cold and schemes only for her own ends. She will never be satisfied with the love and attentions of one man. The man who marries her must reconcile himself to seeing her manoeuvre for the attentions of every man she meets. Girls, when you hear a girl spoken of as "a desperate flirt," don't envy her. Remember that you can be just as attractive by being natural and sweet and girlish. The flirt may have a good deal of superficial attention, but if you notice you will find that a great many unmarried women are spoken of as having been great flirts in their day. Perhaps if they had not been such flirts in their younger days they might now be happy wives. Men are afraid of flirts. They want womanly, lovable women for wives, not flighty, heartless women who are never happy unless they have a dozen men at their feet. The girl flirt is tolerated because one feels that she is carried away by the exuberance of youth and infatuated by the attention she is able to secure. You feel sorry for her, and hope that she will change with time and experience. The married flirt is beneath contempt. Not only does she ruin her husband's happiness, but she takes away from young girls the attentions which by right belong to them. She can seek a man's society without being accused of trying to marry him. She has had her chance, and it is most unfair that she should interfere with the girl's chances. Remember, dear girls, that if you are born coquettes it is your birthright, one of the charms with which nature has endowed you. But if you are not do not spoil yourselves by cultivating the spurious quality; don't try to be flirts.—Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. Domestic Wheels. Happiness-or the lack of it—in the family circle is built upon small things. A man who recently secured a divorce on the grounds of desertion admitted that the real root of the evil was his wife's habit of talking to him before breakfast, when his nerve force was at a low ebb and he wanted to be "let alone." Some of the happiest families are not those where money flows easily into the household coffers, but where small courtesies and little pleasures make up for the lack of luxuries, which the Twentieth century man and woman has begun to consider essentials. A mother whose children seldom fare far from home, and whose husband looks toward the return of his family circle at night with feelings of positive relief and pleasure, states that these are some of the rules on which their family congeniality and their pleasant relations are built: "Respect the privacy not only of your mother and father, but your sisters and brothers. Never enter a room occupied by any other member of your family without first knocking at the door. "Rise when your elders enter the room, whether they are members of the family or not. If you have the best chair or the most comfortable corner of the couch, offer it. You may not always be forced to relinquish the coveted corner, but the courtesy will be appreciated. "Always rise when guests enter, whether they are your friends, your sister's or your brother's. You need not remain in the room after chatting a few moments, but show the guest and incidentally the member of your family circle the courtesy due them. "A man or a boy should always draw out the chair of the woman or girl who is seated next to him. If the father is not present to perform this office, the son stands behind his mother's chair until she is seated. This little act of courtesy does not take more than a minute and starts the meal off in a pleasant spirit. "Be on time to meals. This not only gives the meal a more dignified and cheerful air, but it smoothes the way of the servant whom your mother is trying tactfully to retain. It is just as easy to lay down the book at one page as another, and it is mighty hard to replace a competent servant. "Do not allow all the dishes to gather around your plate at the table. If you are a boy see that your sister and your mother are served first. If you are a young girl, look well to the needs of your elders. "Do not go to bed without saying a pleasing good night to the family gathered in sitting room or on the porch. Slinking off to bed with a sense of unaccountable injury toward anybody in particular or the world in general, is not conducive to peaceful sleep and a cheerful awakening. "Do not be curious about the mail which comes for other members of your family. Mother will take time to read her own postal cards and sister does not like to be hailed with the shout. 'There's a letter from Haven on the hot rock.' a letter from Harry on the hat rack. "Do not start unpleasant topics at the table. If your mother forgot to send your suit to be pressed, or if your sister paid too much for her summer hat, discuss this in the privacy of his or her room, and select more general topics of conversation at the table. "Never discuss the family finances before guests or in the presence of servants. "Say good morning when you come down to breakfast, even if the whole world has turned indigo blue. A couple of 'good mornings' can pierce the thickest cloud. "Dress every night for dinner. This does not mean to put on your evening clothes, but bring to the dinner table a presence which does not reflect, in dullness and untidiness, the routine of your day's work downtown. "Be appreciative. If some member of the family has scored some small success, do not fail to notice it, and a little compliment to the growing lad who has a new suit or a fresh tie will make him more careful about his personal appearance."—Washington Star. TELESCOPING BED An Arrangement Solely for Economy of Space, A new phase of the folding bed has just made its appearance. In it, however, no attempt is made to disguise the bed's character, but the economy of room usually urged as one of the principal merits of the folding contrivances is attained through a novel arrangement of the framework. The device is known as an extension bedstead. It consists of two nested sections, one having four legs and the other having two legs. A drop TELESCOPING BED. bar is secured to the legless side of one section to insure stability when the extension is in use. The two sections are combined by the use of pairs of toggle links. Such a bedstead has many advantages for use in hotels of the smaller kind, where accommodations are limited, and where one day the room is occupied by a single individual and the next day by two. In small apartments, or flats, where the rooms have to be occupied for other purposes during the day time, the economy of room resulting from the shutting of the extension would be a decided advantage. The design permits of the use of woven wire springs, and the mattresses could be made in sections, and when the extension was closed the corresponding mattress could be folded over on top of the other one and the bed dressed as usual. If desired, the bed during the daytime could be disguised as a box couch or divan. This would appeal especially to the students living in dormitories. BUTTON BEE. Is the Worst Terror Since the Kissing Bug. A pest of a rather peculiar character has been disturbing the folks of Flatbush. It is known locally as a "button bee," because of the remarkable tenacity with which it sticks to clothes. It is about the size of and similar in shape to a trousers button, and individuals have noticed that once it gets its claws into one's clothes it is almost impossible to loosen its grip. When it is finally detached it falls to the ground with a buzzing sound, like that of the honey maker. Hence, apparently, the name of "button bee." Strangely enough, although the button bee is sometimes as large as a nickel and always as large as a dime, screens are useless to keep it out of houses. It seems especially to like houses with hardwood floors, and persons called out of bed late at night receive the first intimation of the presence of a button bee by standing upon it, when the hard surface causes severe pain. Should it chance that the button bee be on its back, which is the position in which it sleeps, it fastens its powerful claws into the foot of the walker, causing acute pain and a wound more or less severe. In detaching the creature, if a part of a claw should remain in the flesh blood poisoning might possibly ensue. Physicians have had several cases of this kind. A remarkable characteristic of the button bee is that, like misery, it loves company. When couples are sitting on the porches at night button bees are sure to appear in great numbers. An observer says that this is especially true of the porches of houses which do not have street lamps in front of them. Whether the button bee is essentially a lover of darkness is not known. Experts are divided as to the species to which this new bug belongs. It is remarked that in localities where the button bees are most frequent mosquitoes are not numerous. This suggests that it is the natural enemy of the more general pest. Some experiments are being made toward the ascertaining of the truth of this theory.—New York Cor. Baltimore Sun. Relics of the Old Virginia. Three pieces of iron sheathing and one gun from the famous Confederate iron-clad Virginia lie on the Roanoke pier here today, having been dug up off Lambert's Point by a mud machine. The old smooth bore and sheating, which is several inches thick, are now the property of a junk dealer. The mud machine which is engaged in deepening the harbor scooped up the relics, which are famous. The iron sheathings, which, it was explained by a marine man, covered the slanting sides of the famous vessel, are about fifteen feet in length. The gun is about three feet in length, and the water has apparently made no impression on the weapon.—Norfolk Landmark. Montreal's Island Park Visitors to Montreal will recall with pleasure the charming park of that city on St. Helen's island, in the midst of the St. Lawrence. The island belongs to the militia department of the Dominion government, and Montreal's use of it as a park has been only of a temporary character, liable at any time to termination. The department, however, finding that the island is too small for its intended use, has decided to sell it to the city of Montreal, and hence the romantic city by the St. Lawrence will be assured of the perpetuity of its beautiful park, which is one of the fairest islands of a river famed for its Thousand Isles. —Addressed on the gummed side. a postage stamp, says the Dundee Advertiser, has been delivered at Fife, Scotland, as a letter. YOUNG FOLKS' COLUMN. Merry Robin. Robin in the cherry Sings a merry strain, Sweet and merry, sweet and merry, 'Mid the dropping rain. "Robin, why are you so glad? When the weather is so sad How can you sing, sing, sing£" Robin in the cherry— This is what he sings: "Oh, I am so very, very Glad of many things! And, of course, as you must know, Weather is not always so; And so I sing, sing, sing!" —Youth's Companion Jovce's Declaration of Independence "Now isn't that pink lovely!" A merry group of girls were chatering on the lawn of Miss Floyd's Academy for Girls on a bright morning in June. School was just over, and they were planning great things for the Fourth of July, when Miss Floyd held her commencement festivities. "Of course, we'll wear white for the exercises," said pretty June Winthrop. "But I rather think we can have what we like for the reception in the evening. I shall coax mamma into getting me that pink chiffon—indeed I shall." "I'll have the crepe de chine I told you of," decided Laura Dean, a gypsy beauty of 16. "Do you remember that Miss Floyd asked us not to buy expensive dresses?" Beulah Wilson reminded them. "She said she didn't wish Joyce Harwood and Kathleen Hune to feel uncomfortable!" June tossed her head. "I really cannot dress down to Miss Floyd's charity pupils. I don't think they ought to come if they don't feel able to keep up to our standard of dress." Beulah Wilson was rich, and her protest had been made solely on behalf of her friend Joyce, who could with the utmost difficulty present a neat and fresh appearance. "Blue for you, June; leave the pink for me," cried Laura. "Do have pale green. Beulah." "I shall have a new white lawn for the Fourth," replied Beulah, firmly. "I think it's absurd to have two dresses for what is, after all, one occasion." "Here come Joyce and Kathleen," remarked June. "Were talking of our commencement dresses, Joyce." The words were not without malice. Both Joyce and Kathleen had made June feel small in the classroom. "I think my dress is bought," replied Kathleen, a tall girl of fifteen, with a pretty, irresolute face. She looked wistfully at her questioner's dainty lawn, inset with lace, her rich ribbons and gold buttons. She could not have imagined greater bliss than possessing such things herself. "For the exercises, yes," said Laura. "But we mean to wear colors in the evening." Kathleen almost turned pale. "You will have two new dresses for commencement?" she gasped, in alarm. commencement? she gasped, in alarm. She turned to Joyce—strong, beautiful Joyce, whom no one ever snubbed or put down, and whose clear, dark eyes were now fixed, in some contempt, upon June and Laura. "Shall you not get two, Kathleen?" persisted June. "Oh, if you do—" began Kathleen, helplessly. Joyce had not spoken. The whole question seemed very trivial to her. Not that she did not care for pretty things, but just now her thoughts were with her sick mother. "This is an important occasion," struck in Laura, returning to the charge. "Miss Floyd's two married sisters will be here, and she will want everything and everybody at their best. They are so wealthy." "And alone in the world—widows and childless," remarked Joyce. "It seems to me wealth is not of much good under such circumstances. Come, Kathie." "What shall we do?" asked Kathleen, when they were alone. "Do?" inquired Joyce, vaguely. "About the Fourth," said Kathleen. "My lawn cost just 15 cents a yard, and I can't have any lace. How I hate to be so poor." "Kathleen," said her friend, earnestly, "don't care about it. I'm not even going to have a new lawn—only my last summer's let down. I don't intend to worry about it. I was sorry not to hear you speak more decidedly about the two dresses. You know you can't have two." "I did wonder, for a minute, if mother wouldn't let me have her wedding dress made over," hesitated the other. "She never goes anywhere hardly, and so doesn't need it as I do." "And you would make her going out at all quite impossible by taking her only good dress?" she cried, indignantly. Then, softening in a moment, she added, "No, dear, don't do that." They reached Joyce's own home at that point, and Joyce went in without waiting for a reply. "Mother, darling," she called softly, as she entered the darkened room, "is your head better? Did I wake you?" Mrs. Harwood smiled faintly. "You did not wake me—I was listening for your step," she answered. HIGH FINANCE Willie had a savings bank; 'Twas made of painted tin. He passed it 'round among the boys, Who put their pennies in. Then Willie wrecked that bank and bought Sweetmeats and chewing gum, And to the other envious lads He never offered some. A Highwayman's Mistake. No sympathy can be felt for the young ruffian whose misadventure came recently to the knowledge of the Paris police and public. Walking along an outlying and little frequented boulevard, he came across a woman whose reticule dangled from her forearm. Being a thief by profession and a cur by nature, he saw an opportunity to steal. "Give me your bag," he said, clutching it. "Give it quietly or I shall do you an injury." Hardly had he said the words than he received a blow between the eyes that sent him to the ground, and, before he could recover himself, he got a kick on the jaw that broke the lower part of his face. When he was taken before the commissary of police he learned that the woman he had assailed was the well known Julia, a professional wrestler at local fairs. In hospital he will have time to meditate upon the wrong of attacking an unprotected female, especially when her methods of defense are so vigorous and effective.—London Globe. Seidlitz Powder Cartridge How a man's life was saved by a common seidlitz powder is described by a German physician, Dr. Franck, who was called to treat a man who had "Did Mrs. Jones come in?" went on Joyce. "Yes," was the reply. "But, my child, she must not come again. We cannot afford her. And this is so near the end of the term. You will soon be at home." Joyce did not answer at once. She went into the little summer kitchen and soon returned with a slice of golden brown toast and a cup of fragrant tea. "Now, try this," she said, coxingly. "Oh, mother mine, I do wish you'd consent to my giving up school and getting some work." "We will see after the Fourth," said Mrs. Harwood. "Now, dear, get your own luncheon while I take a nap." * * * * * The Fourth of July dawned as that historic day should dawn—showing a cloudless sky, a blazing sun. Miss Floyd was in a pleasant flutter of excitement. Her sisters, Mrs. Danesford and Mrs. Jerome, sat beside her near the platform. She felt very proud of her school. The girls were charming in their snowy frocks as they sat, looking like white winged birds, on the platform. "That is a lovely child at the end of the front row," said Mrs. Danesford suddenly. "Who is she?" "That is Kathleen Hunt," replied Mrs. Floyd. "And the dark one next her is Joyce Harwood. They must both work soon, for their mothers are widows and poor. I have given them their schooling and hope to start them in some way." The exercises passed off delightfully, and after them the parents and other "grown ups" enjoyed the lawn tea. But the girls hurried home to change their dresses or freshen up for the evening reception. It was a little after dusk. The dim streets grew ever and again momentarily brilliant with the light of Roman candles or the radiance of Catherine wheels. The cheerful "pop" of countless crackers resounded through the air. The reception was in full swing when Mrs. Danesford sought a moment's rest and quiet in the breakfast room. A screen had been placed near an open window, and she sat down near it. She had determined to take Kathleen Hunt home with her, if she would come, as reader and companion. She would offer the widowed mother a little cottage near her own magnificent mansion on the banks of the Hudson. The daughter should be hers by day, the real mother's by night. "Did you see that dress of Joyce's?" demanded June. "Her last summer's one, and darned, at that." "Kathleen's looked about 10 cents a yard," added Laura. "If they're as poor as that comes to they have no business here." She stopped abruptly. Mrs. Danesford thought at first that they had seen her behind the screen, but the silence was caused by the entrance of Joyce and Kathleen. "We couldn't help hearing you," remarked Joyce. "You have no right to decide that we are poor because we don't dress as you do," said Kathleen. "Some people think it in bad taste to dress much before you come out." Mrs. Danesford could see them all—Joyce and Kathleen in their shabby frocks, contrasting so painfully with the chiffons and crepe de chines of the others. But Joyce stood erect and proud, her eyes aglow. Laura and June looked at them coolly. "I fully admit it was no business of mine," replied June icy. "You are right-it is no business of yours," here struck in Joyce. "And, for my part, it does not matter to me at all that you should know we are poor, very poor. Poverty is no disgrace. This is the Fourth of July," she went on, her color rising. "It is the anniversary of the day when our fathers shook off unjust and galling bondage. Let us, Kathleen," she turned to her friend, "shake off all allegiance to a lie. No, we do not dress like this from choice. We prefer crepe de chines to 10-cent lawns. But, not to have every dress in New York would I care as much for such things as you do!" Her eyes blazed upon the girls in front of her. "Nor choose my friends by the amount of their dry goods bills. No, poverty is no disgrace, and wealth you have not earned no merit, no honor, except as it is well and nobly spent." "What a Fourth of July oration!" sneered Laura. "It's a pity none of the guests can hear you." "One of them has," said Mrs. Danesford, coming forward. She put her hand on Joyce's shoulder. "Come with me, my dear. I want a little talk with you and my sister." * * * * * * * * * Joyce and her mother are very happy in the little cottage ("part of your salary, my dear," Mrs. Danesford had said) by the waters of the noble Hudson. Katileen never knew how nearly that dainty home came to being hers, nor did Joyce ever learn that she owed it to her "Declaration of Independence."—Frances Harmer in New York Tribune. swallowed a large piece of tough meat, which stuck in his gullet. As it was impossible to dislodge the meat by natured means, and as the patient's condition was critical, the doctor tried the efficacy of the gas which is generated when the constituents of a seldlitz powder are mixed. He directed the man to swallow the two halves of one of the powders separately, and the resulting pneumatic pressure, aided by the man, who shut his mouth and closed the nasal passages, was sufficient to drive the piece of meat out of the gullet into the stomach. Cougar Feeds on Hen and Cat. A cougar measuring over five feet from tip to tip was shot by G. W. Walker at the head of the Standard flume, a short distance above Wallace, Ida. For several days residents of that section have been missing their chickens, and a day or two ago, in broad daylight, the cougar was seen to pounce upon a fat hen and run up the mountain side with its prey. The animal continued to lurk around, and one afternoon came from its lair and seized a large house cat that had strayed a short distance from home. A woman observed the sad fate of her favorite tabby and ran to Mr. Walker with the tale. He took his gun and hurried to the scene. Near the spot of the old mouser's tragic end the big cougar was found. Upon the approach of Mr. Walker the animal raised itself from behind a root where it was enjoying its dainty repast and Walker fired. The bullet struck the cougar in the head and came out at the neck, resulting in instant death. This is the first cougar to be killed near Wallace for some time. -It is estimated that there are in Paris and the Department of the Seine 30,000 persons-chiefly women-engaged in the various washing and ironing establishments which abound in the district. THE WISCONSIN WEEKLY ADVOCATE. R. B. Montgomery, Editor and Publisher. The Wisconsin Weekly Advocate after three years' residence at 79 Fifth street, has moved its headquarters to 729 St. Paul Ave., where we will receive our guests and transact our business in future. A Representative Journal Devoted to the Interest of All the People. ADVERTISING RATES One inch, one year.....$15.00 Two inches, one year.....25.00 Three inches, one year.....35.00 Four inches, one year.....42.00 For larger space, special rates. Local 19 cents per line. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One year ..... $2.00 Six months ..... 1.00 Three months ..... .50 Direct all communications to R. B. MONTGOMERY, 38 Eighth Street. HOW TO SEND MONEY.—Post Office Order, Express Order, Draft or Registered Letter. R. B. Montgomery will not be responsible for loss when sent in any other way. TO CONTRIBUTORS: All communications must be sent with the name and address of the sender as an evidence of good faith, but not necessarily for publication. No manuscript returned if not accepted, unless accompanied by stamps. EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS. "I know of the bravery and character of the Negro soldier. He saved my life at Santiago, and I have had occasion to say so in many articles and speeches. The Rough Riders were in a bad position when the Ninth and Tenth cavalry came rushing up the hill carrying everything before them. The Negro soldier has the faculty of coming to the front when he is needed most. If the Civil war he came 400,000 strong, and I believe he saved the Union."—President Roosevelt. Leonidas Leonell of Undine, Italy, has the largest Dante library in the world. It comprises more than 3000 publications of all languages relating to the poet. Sixty thousand applications have been made for employment on the Paris "tube" (underground railway), which is not to be opened for traffic before next summer. --- Sark, one of the Channel islands, has a prison that contains four cells. But in the last five years it has had only three occupants. Sark has a population of about 600. The Dutch government has introduced a bill providing for the compulsory insurance of Dutch sailors against the risks and accidents of their calling, especially in the North sea. Mommsen's famous library of historic work is not, after all, to be incorporated as a whole with the Goettingen university library. The books are to be divided between the several Prussian universities. Of sixty-eight samples of sausages examined by the government analyst at Melbourne, Australia, not one was found unadulterated. In the so-called pork sausage not a particle of pork could be discovered. Notwithstanding the honor in which harakira is held in Japan the proportion of suicides there is comparatively few—177 per 1,000,000, to 246 in France, 238 in Denmark, 233 in Switzerland and 206 in Germany. Electro-plated lace may yet be the fashion. A French writer says that a complete set of ecclesiastical vestments has been made at Lyons of these plated laces and suggests that society people adopt them for ball dresses. The geologist who accompanied the British mission to Thibet reports that the country is strikingly poor in valuable minerals. The largest yield of gold was .28 grain a ton of gravel, and there was no trace of coal or indigenous gems. The reported discovery of a Mormon conspiracy to get hold of valuable lands belonging to the Uintah Indians is, if true, simply a breaking out among the Latter Day Saints of a disease that has for lo these many years possessed many who are not saints at all. A log raft 700 feet long, drawing 25 feet and containing 8,000,000 feet of lumber, is to be towed from Seattle to San Francisco. The shipping men are afraid it may break up en route and cover the sea with dangerous floating timbers. Electric traction has been employed in Germany a quarter of a century. Now there are only thirty-three miles of street railway track in the country operated by horse power. The electric trackage amounts to 2400 miles, or 3500 miles of single track. Belgium is making preparations to celebrate next year its diamond jubilee, the seventy-fifth anniversary of its independence from the Netherlands. Local committees are being organized everywhere and the government is expected to make an appropriation of $600,000. A visitor to Whitehall from Hanover, Pa., tells the story of a task begun fifty years ago and just completed by Susan Stonesifer of that town. In 1855 she began a patchwork quilt which has become a model of neatness and beauty. It is a nine-square quilt, 6x7 feet in size. Miss Stonesifer, who is 62 years old, worked on the quilt during her leisure hours, and often was obliged to relinquish the task for long periods. She did all the sewing with the same needle and in the same house, a one and a half story structure built by her father. --- MAJ. ROCKWOOD IS DEAD. Well-Known Newspaper Man Passes Away. WAS ON NORMAL BOARD Retired but a Few Weeks Ago Because of Ill-health—Came to State When a Boy. Portage, Wis., July 13.—[Special.] Maj. S. S. Rockwood, a veteran newspaper man and well known throughout the state, died here yesterday afternoon at 4:30 o'clock, aged 68 years. He was born in New York state. The funeral will be held on Friday afternoon. Maj. Rockwood has been ill for several months, and left the secretaryship of the normal school regents board but a short time ago. Came to Wisconsin When a Boy. Maj. Shepard S. Rockwood came with his parents and settled near East Troy, Walworth county, when quite young. He received his education in Milton academy, enlisting from there in the Thirteenth Wisconsin, when the war broke [Name] MAJ. S. S. ROCKWOOD. out. His principal service was in the commissary department, ending with a staff appointment under Gen. Custer. On his return from the war, he was for a time in business in Chicago, and then returned to Milton college, where he became an instructor. In 1871 he went to Whitewater normal school, where he was a professor of mathematics, a place he resigned to become assistant superintendent of public instruction under Supt. W. C. Whitford. Becomes Newspaper Man. After completing his labors at Madison, he went to Elkhorn, where he started The Independent. On selling that paper, he bought the Janesville Recorder, which he ran for some time, selling out and buying an interest in the Portage Register. At this time he was also appointed to a clerkship in the state land office, remaining there until the advent of Gov. Peck, but was soon after appointed to a position in the agricultural department at Washington under Jeremiah M. Rusk. When Gov. Upham was inaugurated, Maj. Rockwood became secretary of the board of normal regents. He leaves a wife and two sons to mourn his loss. One son, Hal, is in newspaper work at Portage, and the other, George, is in business at New York. Kind Nature Shown. His wife has been for years an invalid, and it was in his constant kindness and attention to her that the nature of the man was most manifest. As long ago as the time he lived in Whitewater, he used to take her about in a wheeled chair. Everybody was his friend, but few were intimate enough with him to have definite knowledge of the events of his life. Unlike most men of 67 years, he was not given to reviewing the past. He was only taken ill enough to be obliged to relinquish his work a few days before he was taken home to Portage, but had been suffering from a slight attack of paralysis of the lower limbs for some months. He never complained. FISHERMEN GROW BOLD Delay in Appointments of Wardens Spurs on Illegal Catching—Commission Inspects Hatcheries. Oshkosh, Wis., July 13.—[Special.]—Acting Gov. J. O. Davidson, C. V. Nevins, Dr. Birge and Jabe Alfred, all of Madison; Henry Smith of Appleton, and Calvin Spenceley of Mineral Point, came here late Wednesday afternoon in the state fish car Badger and inspected the Oshkosh fish hatchery. From here the party went to Minoqua and will also go to Bayfield. Mr. Davidson was informed that fish pirates are deliberately violating the law by using gill nets in Lake Winnebago and up river waters. He said the governor intended to appoint deputy fish and game wardens just as soon as possible, although the number would probably be less than formerly. The recent law which has thrown the wardens out of their positions has led the fishermen to become very bold. CAPT. PIKE WEDS AGAIN. Well-known Bayfield County Capitalist and Land Owner Marries First Wife's Sister. Bayfield, Wis., July 13.---[Special.]--- Capt. Pike, one of the most prominent business men of this section, and the wealthiest man in this city, was married yesterday at Salmo. His bride is Miss Lily Johnson, sister of the captain's first wife. Capt. Pike has extensive lumber interests here and owns the quarry of brownstone at Salmo. He gave to the state the site of the state fish hatchery at Salmo. Besides his property here he owns large farms in California. HIGHWAY SINKING AWAY Brillion Road Offers Puzzling Problem for the Authorities—End Is Not Yet. Kaukauna, Wis., July 13.—A most remarkable sinking of a main traveled highway at Brillion has taken place recently, and is still in progress, which puzzles the authorities. The roadway has sunken sixteen feet, and the marsh across which it leads seems to be bottomless. SENATOR SANBORN FOR ATTORNEY GENERAL Boom Started for Ashland Man and He Practically Announced His Candidacy. Madison, Wis., July 13.—[Special.]—As a result of Senator A. W. Sanborn's visit to Madison yesterday a big boom has been started for him for attorney general. He talked the matter over with many administration men and practically openly announced himself a candidate. Friends of Assemblyman H. L. Ekern of Trempealeau are urging him for the same place. W. J. M'ELROY NAMED. Succeeds J. M. Pereles as University Reagent—Latter Placed on Free Library Commission. Madison, Wis., July 13.—[Special.]— The appointments on the university board of regents are as follows: W. J. McElroy of Milwaukee, to succeed James M. Pereles, resigned, as the regent from the Fourth congressional district; term expires February, 1908. Magnus Swenson of Madison, to succeed William F. Vilas, resigned, as a regent from the state at large; term expires February, 1907. Arthur J. Puls of Milwaukee, reappointed as regent from the Fifth congressional district; term expires February, 1908. L. S. Hanks of Madison, reappointed as regent from the Second district; term expires February, 1908. pires February, 1908. E. E. Evans of La Crosse, reappointed as regent from the Seventh district; term expire February, 1908. Maj. M. C. Mead of Plymouth, reappointed as regent from the Sixth district; term expires February, 1908. Magnus Swenson, who succeeds W. F. Vilas, is one of the wealthiest men of Madison. The governor also appointed James M. Pereles of Milwaukee as member of the state free library commission to succeed State Senator James H. Stout of Menomonie, who resigned some time ago. The governor also appointed four members of the advisory board of the Wisconsin state tuberculosis sanitarium as follows: Dr. H. L. Russell of the state university, for the term ending July 1, 1910; Dr. Gustav Schmidt of Milwaukee, for the term ending July 1, 1909; Dr. C. A. Harper of Madison, for the term ending July 1, 1908; Dr. J. C. Coulter of Marinette, for the term ending July 1, 1906. SCHULZ IS PRESIDENT. Milwaukee Man Elected by State Pharmacists at Jubilee Convention— Travelers Organized. Madison, Wis., July 13.—[Special.]—The State Pharmaceutical association elected the following officers today: President, H. L. Schulz, Milwaukee; first vice president, A. A. Dumez, Cashton; second, H. G. Lemke, Merrill; secretary, Henry Rollman, Chilton; treasurer, W. P. Clark, Milton; delegate to national convention, Edward Williams, Madison. The next annual meeting will be held at Appleton. W. H. Barr gave a talk on cutting prices in the drug business. To draft amendments to the pharmacy laws the president appointed W. H. Barr, Milwaukee; A. F. Menges, Madison; S. A. Lange, Milwaukee; Charles Pfeifer, Plymouth, and H. B. Allen, Richland Center. The following were nominated from which the governor is to select one as a member of the state pharmacy board: H. Eberly, Watertown; R. A. Dadd, Milwaukee; H. B. Allen, Richland Center. The Wisconsin Pharmaceutical Travelers' association was also organized today by electing the following officers: President, C. E. Wilson, Milwaukee; first vice president, Henry C. Fick, Milwaukee; second, W. P. Cranston, Chicago; third, O. W. Swift, Cleveland; secretary and treasurer, F. S. Cook, Milwaukee. ROBBED ON TRAIN STEPS Darboy Man About to Leave for Belgium When His Valuables Are Taken. Appieton, Wis., July 13.—[Special.]—While Henry Van Voorst of Darboy was about to board a train with Lewis Van Leave of Wrightstown, both bound for Belgium, he was surrounded by three men, one of whom picked Van Voorst's pocket of $45 and two tickets to New York, valued at $57. From descriptions given by Van Voorst the police took into custody a traveling salesman. An investigation showed that the man was innocent, and that he has been coming here regularly for ten years. No other arrests have been made. BIG ROLL WAS NOT FAT Mishicott Farmer Says He Didn't Count Pay for a Horse and Wants Animal Back. Manitowoc, Wis., July 13.—[Special.] —Because, he alleges, there was but $7 in a roll of bills (which appeared larger), which he accepted as pay for a horse without counting, William Wilsman, a Mishicott farmer, has demanded that the animal be returned to him by Fred Guse of this city. The two men met on the road, and Guse desired to purchase the horse and displayed a roll of bills which Wilsman is alleged to have offered to accept in payment and did. When Guse refused to give up the horse Wilsman started proceedings in the courts and the case will be heard Friday. The horse is valued at $110. IS KILLED BY LIGHTNING. Wealthy Young Farmer at Mt. Vernon Is Struck Dead in His Hayfield. Madison, Wis., July 13.—[Special.]— Henry Harker, a wealthy young farmer living near Mount Vernon, was killed by lightning in his hayfield. A sister, Mrs. J. F. Weltzin, lives in this city. CALUMET HAY CROP RUINED Farmers Depended Upon It, but Are Disappointed. Chilton, Wis., July 13.—[Special.]—The heavy rains here have destroyed many hundred acres of hay. The farmers, for the most part, have been unable to get to the fields to cut the hay, and those who cut it, have been unable to harvest it. Calumet county farmers depended upon the hay crop this year. BRICK KILN, FALLS ON BOY Jefferson Lad May Be Fatally Injured as a Result. Jefferson. Wis., July 13.—[Special.]— The 16-year-old son of George Seeber was caught in the collapse of a brick kiln in the Jefferson Brick and Tile company's yard here yesterday and received possibly fatal injuries. Several men escaped. HORSE WING FOOT WAUSAU LUMBER AND COAL CO. 'Phone North 60. A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER. Into the woods my Master wcut, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came. Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him; The little gray leaves were kind to Him; The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him-last When out of the woods He came. —Sidney Lander. TACT IS MOST VALUABLE. To Say and Do Right Thing at Right Time More to Be Desired Than Millions. "Were I only just starting in life," said the Man of the World, "and could choose my single talent, it would most certainly be tact, for of all the gifts bestowed upon human beings it is by far the most valuable, and the man or woman who possesses it is more to be envied than the millionaire." Tact may be defined as saying and doing the right thing in the right way and of not doing it in the wrong one. Tact is twin brother to charm, and sometimes it is very difficult to distinguish which twin is which. There can be no charm without tact. There can be no charm without conversation. No one ever heard of a charming woman who was dumb. At the same time tact in listening is as supreme an art as in that of talking. Only a royal duchess, like the old Duchesse de Maine in Louis XV.'s time, could say she liked society because everybody listened to her and she need not listen to anybody. It is sometimes assumed that women have more tact than men; but is this really the case? The quarrels and bitterness amongst women who see much of each other entirely arise from lack of tact and self-control. Men could not possibly manage the business of the world if they showed the utter lack of tact of most women with their own sex. The unpopularity of domestic service is in a great measure due to this. The most tactful women in the western world are Frenchwomen. So clever are they, they do not need beauty. They are all-conquering without it. The celebrated women of the salons of the Eighteenth century, as a rule, were neither young nor handsome, not always well educated, and often far from rich; yet by their tact, the influence they swaved was enormous. Mile, de l'Espinasse, one of the most celebrated of the salon holders, was extremely poor, and was also plain. Mr. Tallantyre, in his witty book on the salons, says of her: "When people talked to her they never felt how clever she was, but how clever they were." This was the secret of these incomparable tactful, clever women; they brought out the cleverness of others. Mr. Tallantyre quotes Shenstone, who wrote of the Frenchwoman in general, that "there is a quality in her in which no woman in the world can compete with her—it is intellectual irritation. She will draw wit out of a fool." Mme. de Deffand, old and quite blind, was to the last witty and delightful, and swayed the minds of men. Witty Horace Walpole was one of her bosom friends when an aged woman. Yet she, who never bored anyone in her life, suffered terribly from ennui herself, and was often bored to death by all and sundry around her. Queens must be content to stand alone. Mme. Geoffrin, probably the greatest of all the salon holders, was a bourgeois of the bourgeoises. (Her father was a valet de chambre.) Yet this little person, not beautiful, and not well educated, was accepted as a leader by the most exclusively aristocratic circle the world has ever known, because "she had a fact that amounted to genius." One of her most devoted admirers, to the end of her life, was Stanilas Augustus, King of Poland, whom she called her son. Her tact and the sympathetic qualities, which took the place of learning and wit, made her intensely en rapport with learned men and attractive women. Night after night the greatest in the land, kings, princes, ambassadors, philosophers, thinkers of the most exalted order, came to her salon. We are told she was a perfect listener, and always put in the right word. Of education, according to modern notions, she had none; she could never spell correctly. Her clever illiterate old grandmother, who brought her up, used to say if a woman were a fool education only made her folly more conspicuous; and, if clever, she could get on very well without it. This may be all very well for the two extremes of women, but how about the betwixts and between? These great Frenchwomen, often full of faults, and even vices, felt and instinctively knew the right thing to say and do, and it was for this they were adored. Their hearts spoke and dictated to them how to please, soothe, sympathize and advise. It was the passionate heart of the Latin race which gave these women such influence. The colder race of Saxon women, try how they may, can never compete in tactful charm with the gifted daughters of France. The only woman who is universally disliked is she who lias unpleasant, abrupt, tactless manners. This sort of woman often prides herself on these, and thinks they denote honesty. She blurts out what she calls the truth on all occasions, forgetting that "Blunt truths more harm than nicer falsehoods do." Religious people are fond of quoting "A word in season, how good it is," not realizing they have not the quality of brain which can make them recognize when a word is in season and when not. What these good people mean is that they cannot resist the temptation to preach.—Leslie Morrison in Pictorial Review. Prisoner Becomes Author. George W. Kirkman, former captain of infantry, United States army, now a prisoner at Fort Leavenworth, is to ap- Don't Trust to Luck Don't Trust to Luck when you go to buy lumber and building material, but come where you know the grades and prices are right. AND COAL CO. North Milwaukee, Wis. Improved Hair Tonic Made to Cure and It Does It. 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The book was written while Kirkman was under arrest in Fort Niobrara, charged with enough breaches of good conduct to dismiss a hundred officers. His imprisonment for three years is due to his relations with the wife of a brother officer, who killed herself. Under the title, "Thirty Years of Army Life," Kirkman is to tell of all the scandals that have come to him in his army career. Kirkman is immune from punishment for publishing the book, as he already is dismissed and in prison. The manuscript is in the hands of a Chicago publisher. The book will appear in a few weeks. Geo. Burroughs & Sons MANUFACTURERS OF PREMIUM TRUNKS Shyness or Reserve Is Sometimes Taken for Snobbishness and Ill Temper Condescension is a language that belongs to every summer traveler, and which is spoken as much through looks as through words. There is no mistake so great as that of assuming when one is away from home a proud reserve and exclusiveness. This attitude is not a bit necessary in order to ward off dreaded familiarities, for it is easy to look about you with kindly eyes that do not invite others to attempt to take advantage of your good nature. Above all things, be ready and glad to give information when it is asked of you and to offer it when it seems needed, as though you felt happy to be of use, and not in too much of a hurry to lend a hand to any one in difficulties. There is absolutely no need of knocking about this good-natured old world in a dread of being imposed upon or misunderstood. This is a fear and a mistake that makes one's way hard if you go along giving tips in a grudging fashion and returning a brief answer with a cold glance to the stranger who asks you the shortest route to the next town, the hour at which the next boat leaves, or volunteers a word of friendly comment on the scenery or information concerning some historical spot. If you wish to understand the fine art of being a happy traveler you will be most ready always to say please and thank you to everybody, and especially to those who are employees in trains and steamers. Always give a tip with a pleasant word and an expression of one who gladly makes some return for services rendered and accept any advances toward acquaintance or slight verbal intercourse with a stranger and fellow passenger without looking affrighted, indifferent or affronted. Shyness or lack of interest or reserve in a traveler is so often misinterpreted as snobbishness or actual ill temper that it is best always to think twice before rebuffing a stranger who wishes only to be polite and not intrusive. Whatever the majority approve the happy traveler is prompt in making his habit, too, and in consequence he is sure to please and to charm wherever he goes, to find helping hands extended to him in a moment of any difficulty, and to be considered a delightful companion for a journey.—Washington Star. S. V. Roseberry Dead. S. V. Roseberry, aged 74, a Christian county official, died at Pana, Ill. Roseberry had his leg hurt in an accident several years ago and spent $60,000 in a vain endeavor to save it. He had been laid out on three different occasions for dead. upon BE A CIVIL TRAVELER. 1000 Business Cards $1 Circulars, Envelopes, Note, Letter and Bill Heads GLOBE PRINTING CO. 232 WEST WATER ST. Opposite Daily News. Before Starting on Your Travels CALL ON VALISES, SAMPLE CASES, Etc. 424 426 East Water St.. Milwaukee. SMOKE FOR MOSOUITOES. Incense Makes a Pleasant Perfume and Drives the Tormentors Away. Wire screen, mosquito bars, etc., may keep most of the mosquitoes away, but every now and then, with the utmost vigilance and care, a few will get in, and then farewell to sleep and peace, for we know one is enough to kill both. A recent article on the subject gives the following advice: Smokers are comfortably free from the wily little tormentors, so almost everything that created smoke has been tested to see if it will go the work. Most things that make enough of a smoke to have the desired effect make too much to be endured; but the different forms of incense—the kinds they use in the east—are wonderfully satisfactory, the pungency of the perfumes doing as much of the work as the smoke itself. The incense comes in a dozen forms, the most delightful (and most expensive as well!) being the true Turkish pastilles, which burn slowly for a couple of hours and fill the air with a soft, penetrating perfume. The newest thing, which English women have taken up enthusiastically, is the burning sandalwood. There's a perfume about it, of course, but it is neither so pungent nor so stupefying as incense (which sometimes makes you as languorous as the mosquitoes), and none of the oppressions that comes with other kinds of smoking wood. Japanese incense sticks proved themselves efficacious, and for two summers mosquito haunted districts have been great markets for the little joss sticks. Keep one burning constantly, and mosquitoes and the rest of the unpleasant little crew will take to their wings and away! A homely remedy—a long way from luxurious Oriental incense, but said to be wonderfully effective—is the gathering of pennyroyal and hanging bunches of it freely about your rooms. And still another way is sprinkling a few drops of oil of lavender upon pillow and sheets. But oil of lavender proves satisfactory one time, only to fail you the next, so that it is not to be absolutely relied upon. 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He has written a sentence of it to his friend, and then, as if impatient, lest what he has written should bear, even for an instant, the look of an impersonal utterance, he hastens with a kind of happy pride in self-committal to give himself away on it—"According to my gospel." The weight and the impact of a transformed personality is thrown into the utterance. You feel the thrill of terrific conviction in this little possessive; it vibrates with energy. Whatever the gospel is, it is become to this man a consecration, a passion, an enthusiasm, and, if need arise, it will become a martyrdom. It is little wonder that the world thought this man a provocative man, or that few men in human history have so compelled the world to take count of them. Paul is one great certainty: he is certain that he is right. The audacious faculty of mounting a pulpit, is the inevitable expression of any audacity, the audacity of knowing that he is right. He is sure about some things that really matter; he is on the ground. Further the audacity of knowing that he is right this man adds another audacity, that of believing and saying that the fact of his being right is a good thing for the world. The Gospel is not true news only, but good news. The thing about which he was right was not to be neglected without impoverishment. It is of passionate moment to men; it concerns their highest welfare; it is a Gospel of good tidings, and he who has it is under necessity to preach it. This man, then, is finely revealed in this little phrase that he has added like a postscript. Such a man is always a challenge, never more a challenge than today, when the temper of our time does not encourage it. He is sent to guard the church and to hold forth the good news in Ephesus, where the splendor and the arrogance of paganism had made the place a proverb. One hesitates to paint the picture of that city as it was, the home of superstition and sorcery, the citadel of the most immoral and lawless of idolators. Do you wonder that the restlessness and superstition outside worked a slow and subtle mischief within? Is it any wonder that, with that atmosphere soaking into their life, it was easy to drift from the realities of religion? My brethren, we need a deep, effective force lodged at the heart of our church life, at the heart of its pulpit ministry, at the heart of all its varying work. The only justification for a church is that it shall have something at the heart of it, of which it says, with a passionate joy of possession, "My Gospel," which it exists to utter. This very church fabric is not here for any beauty it has, but for the good tidings it brings. It is not a memorial; it is a witness. At the heart of the church's life, feeding the church's life, the power of its ministry, the burden of its mission, lies the great force of an organic relationship with a Divine Lord, an intensely personal relationship, realizable and actual, with every believer. Text.—"Casting lots."—Matthew 28: 25. It is 382 years since an Act of Parliament was passed, in the reign of King Henry VIII., the preamble of which alludes to impoverishment and crime and neglect of Divine service as amongst the social evils which in those remote days arose from gambling. And so, in an ever increasing degree, and with added miseries, the evil has been growing ever since. You ask for evidence. Open any newspaper and I shall be very much surprised if you do not find somewhere in its columns, of the growing evil of gambling. And during the whole of those 382 years laws have been constantly passed and constantly amended for dealing with this evil. Those laws have, in my opinion, never been sufficiently drastic, and, for the best of reasons, they have never been sufficiently clear. There are many men in high places to-day who are afraid of dealing with this subject, and for the best of reasons. I find that in the middle of the eighteenth century—more than 150 years ago—a very remarkable Act of Parliament was passed, which was subsequently repealed. And it provided that any one convicted of losing £10 at one time as a result of betting or gaming, or of losing £40 within the space of twenty-four hours, must, upon conviction, of course, pay five times that amount for the benefit of the poor of the parish. The gambling habit, which is so far-reaching, and which sends its feelers out with such ramifications, is working terrible havoc today. It is one of our greatest and most threatening national curses. And, thank God, the Christian Church is at length waking up to its responsibilities in the matter. Let me give you a few facts. There are at least 20,000 bookmakers in England to-day; 20,000! and not a man of them plying an honest trade. Their turnover has been estimated to be £50,000,000 sterling by the year, by unremunerative trade; all, in so far as the Commonwealth is concerned, wasteful and injurious. Only last November a bookmaker was fined £100 at Reigate. The police, when they carried away his book from the place where he carried on his "business," found by referring to his bank-book, that during the previous twelve months he had paid £12,000 into his banking account. His books showed a profit of £1,761 on the average during the last seven years; and he had, at the time he was brought before the magistrates one client who owned him £6,000. That was in November. Last August a young man, who was a messenger at a newspaper office, was fined by the magistrates for systematically carrying on betting with boys. And this is one of the worst phases of this evil; it is attacking our children, and to a far greater extent than you and I. in our smug respectability, could think possible. And it was found that this gentleman in one of his books had 1,484 entries covering a space of only ten days; and those betting transactions extended in amount from 1d. to 2s. 6d. I ask you what must be the attitude of all Christians, nay, all thoughtful men and women towards this great evil? It has degraded our sport, it is spoiling our national games, it is deteriorating our national character, it is destroying our position as a nation amongst the other nations of the world, it is spoiling our national example. We as Christians and good citizens, as patriots, must do what in us lies to discourage this evil habit. Christian men, and women, too, have a special obligation. I have been fighting for years past, whenever I have had the opportunity, against all forms of lotteries and raffles in connection with bazaars. There was one raffling transaction recorded in the New Testament. You know what it was when the soldiers at the foot of the cross cast lots for the dying Christ. That is not a very laudable precedent for us to follow in any institution, bazaar, or whatever it may be, when we are trying to get money for what we call a Christian purpose. See to it that you always refuse to play for money at any simple game, however small the odds. THE AGED AND INFIRM. By Rev. R. R. Bigger, D. F. Text: "Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head and honor the face of the old man." Leviticus 19:32. God has been very tender and mindful of the aged in His holy word. The Scriptures reverently speak of the aged from Abraham, who "died in the good old age, an old man, and full of years," to the aged Apostle John, who was so old when he wrote his epistles that he looked upon all other Christians of his time as children, and tenderly addressed them as "my little children." Not only has God set us the example of being reverent before the hoary head, but He has positively commanded us "to honor the face of the old man." There are many reasons why we should be courteous and kind to the aged. First, because of their experience and wisdom. Book learning is not enough. We are all apt to be visionary in our youth, but with the coming of old age there is normally a ripening of the mental and spiritual faculties. Wide observation of life and its temptations brings knowledge which can be obtained in no other way. Right estimates of relative values correct the arbitrary standards of youth, diminishing the consideration paid to shallow brilliancy and honoring chiefly the steady, immovable plodders who stand faithful through the years to their humble task. Second. We should honor the aged because of their physical infirmities. These dear ones will not be with us long. He who does not love a little babe in its helplessness and he who does not honor the aged in his weakness has very little heart in him. Third—We should honor age, for it is beautiful. "Long life and length of days" is considered complete and beautiful. It is like a shock of corn which cometh in its season. Death in youth seems unnatural to us. The broken column is a symbol of unfinished life. It is better to live through the whole three-score years and ten into full age. Fouth—Let us rise up before the hoary head because it is near to heaven. Christianity has sned a new glory over old age. It is the vestibule to the temple of a higher life. Let us honor the aged. They are wiser than we are. Soon they will be with us no more. Let us appreciate them while they are here. Now is the time to bring flowers and to speak kindly to them. Whoever is a god to himself is apt to be a devil to his neighbors. THE RUM TRAFFIC SHOULD BE SUPPRESSED. Dangers that Always Lurk in the Flowing Bowl-How Bright and Influential Men Have Been Dragged Down by the Demon Drink. Every year the American Grocer compiles the annual estimate of the "drink bill" of the United States for the preceding year. These estimates have come to have an accepted standing. The "drink bill" estimate for the year 1904 appears in a recent issue of the American Grocer, from which we quote as follows: "The regular annual estimate of the nation's drink bill, as made by the American Grocer, indicates an increasing use of stimulants in the aggregate, as well as per capita. This gain is greatest in the alcoholic beverages, notably in beer, the per capita use of which increased 0.26 gallons within one year, while that of spirits was only 0.20 gallons more. "The total estimated retail cost of stimulants, to consumers, for the fiscal year, ending June 30, 1904, was $1,408,622,715; the annual average cost for five years, 1900-1904, was $1,364,248,336. "The record shows a per capita expenditure for all sorts of stimulants by the 81,752,000 inhabitants of the United States in 1904 of $18.33, or $91.65 for each family of five persons. That is equivalent to one glass of beer every day for each one of the population—certainly far from an immoderate use of alcoholic stimulants. "The per capita cost of coffee, tea, and cocoa, was $2.70, against $15.63 for alcoholic beverages, as compared with $2.61 spent for non-alcoholic stimulants; and $15.54 for spirituous malt liquors, in 1903." "From the tables of the quantities of liquor consumed (compiled from the official report of the Bureau of Statistics, United States Department of Commerce and Labor), it is shown that the use of whisky has steadily increased from 1.01 gallons per capita in 1896 to 1.48 gallons in 1904, a gain of nine years of over $ 46 \frac{1}{2} $ per cent. The consumption of wine for the same period shows an increase of 100 per cent; beer, 18 4-5 per cent; all alcoholic drinks combined, 21 4-5 per cent. Coffee shows a per capita gain of 44.88 per cent since 1896; tea about the same. "It is apparent that the use of the milder stimulants, wine, beer, coffee, and tea, has not been able to check the increased use of spirits, of which the quantities withdrawn for consumption have risen from 70,725,745 gallons in 1896 to 121,101,997 gallons in 1904. "Were the tax on whisky removed, and should temperance sentiment grow sluggish, this nation would be in a fair way to a debauchery that would threaten its life. "The total revenue of the United States government in 1904 from spirituous and malt liquors, licenses, etc., was $184,893,474—a per capita tax of $2.26, or $11.30 for every family." A Strange Thing. Here is an astonishing fact that, as this new century comes, the peculiarity of all the civilized world is its addiction to intoxicants. It would seem to a visitor from another planet that the prominent occupation of the modern world was to make, and to sell, and to consume intoxicating drinks. His astonishment would grow with every moment of his environment, because he would find it admitted on all hands that these are the main cause of our diseases—bodily and mental; and he would see at a glance that this use of intoxicants was the main hindrance to any spiritual life, the chief reason why men had no thirst for Jesus Christ. And the visitor would say, with perfect amazement, How comes it that, when everybody knows the plain facts, when even politicians know and admit the plain facts of the demoralization and ruin caused by strong drink, we still pet and nurture the trades that produce it; we still make it as easy as possible for every one to get it; we still encourage its use by our social practices; and we still draw a decent but hypocritical veil over the drunkards of our acquaintance and the misery that it is causing, and try to forget what all of us always remember, that drunkenness is the curse and ruin of our country, and of most other civilized countries to-day? How strange it is! No Respecter of Persons or Places. A few Sundays since the janitor of a St. Louis church committed suicide in a room adjoining the main auditorium, by shooting himself, while the regular morning service was in progress. He had been reprimanded by the pastor for drinking. The day before the incident the nephew of Senator Beveridge of Indiana killed a man in a saloon brawl. Thus it is that we are reminded that in no place, let it be ever so sacred a station in life or an individual so high are we at all times entirely free from the trail of blood that the liquor traffic plants in all parts of our country.—St. Louis Republic. Temperance Notes. Emperor William, who, during the last three years has discouraged immoderate drinking, has engaged several chauffeurs, making it a condition that they shall be total abstainers. The British government of the Sudan has prohibited the sale of liquor to natives. This bars out a number of Greek traders who thought to live by encouraging the people in copying habits firmly fixed in Western civilization. WANTED 500 FAMILIES TO COME WEST To Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North and South Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Washington and Wyoming. By reading the Wisconsin Weekly Advocate you will find all the information needed. 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Of doves, of a hundred wings Sweeping in sound that sings Past our faces, and wide Returning in tremulous rings: Of a window on Arno side, Sun-warm when the rain has dried On the roofs, and from far below The clear street-cries are cried: Of a certain court we know, And love's and sorrow's throe In marbles of mighty limb, And the beat of our hearts aglow: Of water whispering dim To a porphyry basin's rim; Of flowers on a windy wall Richly tossing, I dream. And of white towns nestling small Upon Apennine, with a tall Tower in the sunset air Sounding soft vesper-call: And of golden morning bare On Lucca roofs, and fair Blue hills, and scent that shook From blossoming chestnuts, where Red ramparts overlook Hot meadow and leafy nook, Where girls with laughing cries Beat clothes in a glittering brook: And of magic-builted skies Upon still lagoons; and wise Padua's pillared street In the charm of a day that dies Of olive-shade in the heat, And a lone, cool, rocky seat On an island beach, and bright Fresh ripples about our feet: Of mountains in vast moonlight, Of rivers' rushing flight. Of gardens of green retreat I dream, and of our delight. —Lawrence Binyon in The Academy HER WEDDING JOURNEY. It was 4:30. The September sun beat down on the crowds which thronged the county fair grounds. The final heat of the last horse race had just been trotted, and the perspiring spectators, who had been packed four deep about the track, turned their steps toward the center of the grounds, where the silken mesh of a big balloon was filling out symmetrically over a hickory fire which crackled in a hastily dug pit. The event of the day was scheduled for 5 o'clock, and the patrons of the fair were evidently of no mind to miss any part of it. From a flat, shapeless mass that lay inert on the ground there gradually rose a glistening dome of shimmering silk, enmeshed in a spiderlike web of ropes. The dome grew and rounded steadily. It became a huge ball; its silken bag was stretched smooth and taut with much rustling and many smothered exclamations from the onlookers. It trembled and strained like a thing alive, and at last it floated upward and pulled and tugged at its moorings while the wicker car was adjusted beneath it. Meanwhile, in a stuffy little room back of the manager's office, near the entrance gate, a heavy-built young man stalked nervously up and down, mopped his red face, and now and again pulled out an ancient silver watch and anxiously marked the approach of 5. His white tie, his patent leather shoes, his long, black cutaway coat with the white chrysanthemum in the buttonhole and his tan gloves of an obvious newness, all proclaimed the approach of an epoch in his life. Near the one little window in the room sat a plump, pleasant-faced young woman. In one hand she held an ample bouquet of white pinks; the other hand restlessly smoothed the folds of her white muslin gown. Now and then, as she glanced up and caught the young man's eye she gave him a quick smile of perfect confidence. The young man paused before her and took one of her white-gloved hands in his own. "You don't feel scairt, do you, Nellie?" he asked in grave concern. "Not a mite," she replied, cheerfully. He leaned over her and looked out the little window. "He saw the balloon swaying in the breeze and the sea of upturned faces watching it. "I sorter wish we warn't goin' to do it—on your account, Nellie," he said. "Look a-here, Jim," she said gayly, "you needn't feel uneasy on my account. I'd rather marry you hangin' head down from a trapeze than to go on the way I was, a-workin' there at the Jones'. We couldn't get married for years, if this chance hadn't come along, an' I call it flyin' in the face of Providence to talk about not wantin' to go on, now everything's all fixed." "There's an awful crowd out there," said he. "Pooh! Who's afraid of a crowd?" she sniffed. "I ain't." He looked at her with admiration plainly stamped on his face. His big hand pressed hers tenderly. "Well, 'twon't take long," he said, as if bolstering a waning courage. "It'll all be over in a jiffy." She picked a thread off his coat and absently wound it about her finger. "I should sorter liked to gone up to Cousin Sereny's after 'twas all over," she said, a little wistfully. "She bein' about the only livin' relation I got, I'd liked to gone up there an' told her all about it." "P'raps we can go, Nellie," he began, but she cut him short. "No, we can't, Jim. It would cost a lot for two of us to go up there, an' we'll need all the $200 we git out of this to start in with in the spring. I don't know just where 'tis that Cousin Sereney lives. All I know is that it's somewheres in Ridgway county. We'll wait 'till after we've got started in on the farm. But 'twould have made a beautiful weddin' trip, wouldn't it Jim?" she ended, a trifle regretfully. "I wish we could go, for your sake," he said. "Oh, tain't no great matter, anyway," she declared easily. "We ought to be thankful we've got this chance to git married and git a start." At that moment some one came stamping through the outer office. The door was jerked open, and the manager of the fair, red-faced and puffing, stood before them "Ready?" he asked with businesslike directness. The girl rose, a trifle pale, and thrust her arm through the young man's. "All ready," said the latter thickly, while beads of perspiration sprang to his forehead. "Come on, then," said the manager, leading the way. They stepped from the gloom of the office into the glare of the afternoon sunshine, the girl breathing fast and cling- ing tightly to the man's arm; the man shambling along awkwardly, his eyes fixed vacantly on the bits of cloud in the sky; and the manager moving along majestically before them, his red face wreathed in smiles of professional courtesy for the benefit of the crowd. In the band stand the musicians struggled manfully with the Mendelssohn Wedding March; and the great event of the day—"an aerial wedding, 500 feet above the earth," as the posters announced it—having arrived at last, the crowd let itself loose and howled. Thus they made the way through the lane opened up in the crowd, and came finally to the balloon, where a solemn-faced young clergyman awaited them. The manager turned and caught the girl in his arms. "In we go," he said cheerfully, as he lifted her into the car. The groom-to-be clambered in clumsily, and the clergyman followed, his method of embarkation detracting somewhat from his dignity. The rope was unreeled from the big windlass, and as the balloon crept slowly upward, the cheers of the crowd redoubled. The young man slipped an arm about the girl. "Don't look down," he cautioned. "I ain't scairt, Jim," she replied bravely, although he felt her trembling. Presently they were aware the balloon was stationary. The clergyman opened a book and began the ceremony. As the service droned on, the man essayed one look over the side of the car, but those upturned faces far below gave him a queer sensation, and drawing the girl yet closer to him, he fixed his eyes on the clergyman's face. A moment later there was a slight shock. He was aware of a feeling of giddiness; he heard a cry of horror from the crowd far below. The ceremony stopped short. Indeed, the clergyman dropped the book from his nerveless hands. The girl clung unsteadily to the side of the car, while the two men, clutching the ropes, peered over the side. What they saw struck terror to their hearts. The crowds, the fair grounds, the whole earth, was falling away from them with sickening rapidity. Many feet below them the broken end of the treacherous rope swayed and dangled in the breeze. "We've broke loose!" gasped Jim in tones of horror. The three, white-faced and trembling, stood staring at one another, stunned by the suddenness of it all. It was the girl who recovered her wits first. "We—we—can't help it," she faltered, "but, anyway, we'll be married." It was indeed a strange wedding. The clergyman clung to one side of the car, which swayed and rocked dangerously, and the contracting parties grasped the other side. But somehow the service was hustled through, and just as the balloon was lost to sight in the cloud-bank the two were pronounced man and wife. For nearly an hour they floated along above the clouds. Then the great ball above them began to shrivel somewhat, and they sank gently. At sunset they were quite near the earth, traveling, as they could plainly see, rapidly toward the northwest. Fields and villages flew past beneath them—and always they sank lower as the hot air in the balloon gradually cooled. Presently they were brushing the tree tops, which tilted the car sharply and threatened momentarily to spill them to earth. The clergyman, poking beneath the seats on either side of the car, emerged triumphantly with a grapple anchor and a coil of light rope. Breathlessly he cast the anchor over the side. For a time it swung to and fro like a huge pendulum, then caught fast in the branches of an elm near a big, white farmhouse. The rope pulled taut; the car jerked and tilted and swayed, then the balloon sank gently into the branches of a huge apple tree and the perilous voyage was at an end. From their perch in the apple tree they saw men running toward them with ladders, and three women following sturdily in the wake of the men. In a few minutes the unwilling voyagers were standing on solid earth again, answering as best they could the many questions of the chtatering group about them. "May I ask where we are?" the clergyman ventured when the curiosity of their rescuers had been somewhat appeased. "You're in Clinton Mills, in the northern part of Ridgway county," one of the men replied. The bride took a step forward. "There ain't a Sereny Hawkins round here, is there?" she asked eagerly. "Yes, dearie," said one of the women. "Sereny Hawkins' place is about a mile beyond here." The bride pressed her husband's arm and turned to him a glowing face. "O Jim," she whispered, "it's turned out a beautiful weddin' journey, after all."—Richard Barker Shelton in New Orleans Times-Democrat. A Locksmith's Adventure A German locksmith in Harlem had a call one night recently from a young man who said that he'd lost his keys and wanted to get into his house quietly. The locksmith went with the young man to a house near by, and set to work on the lock. "There's no use of my hanging around," said the young man; "I'm going to the corner for a drink. When you get through whistle." The German stuck to his task and in ten minutes he had the way clear. Then he whistled. The young man came up. The locksmith said he wanted $2 for his work. He was told to come around in the morning. As he knew some of the occupants of the house, he consented. The young man walked into the house and the German went home. Next morning he went around for his money. The house was full of cops. He stayed long enough to hear that the house had been looted, and then made tracks for his shop.-New York Sun. Long Time Between Orders. They both represented big eastern establishments and were talking shop in front of the counter in the Palace hotel office. "How's business? Getting many orders?" asked the stout man. "More than I can handle," said the short man. "How's it with you? Had any orders lately?" "Well, business is pretty good. I haven't had an order for a year and a half, but I expect to get one next fall," said the stout man. At which point Chief Clerk Brownell came out of his trance and became possessed of an irrepressible curiosity. Calling the short man aside, he said: "Who's your stout friend?" "Traveling man," said the short citizen. "Well, he certainly put the jinks on me. What's his line?" me. What's his line?" "Suspension bridges."—San Francisco Chronicle. SETTLED CONVICTIONS [In an article in The Daily Chronicle, entitled "Tea Drunkenness." Dr. John II. Clarke says: "Persons addicted to tea do not always drink it; cases occur in which the tea habitue eats it. In one case of this kind the victim actually developed delirium tremens. * * * It is a moot point whether tea does not do more harm in this country than alcohol."] Jean, wumman, frae my earliest day I aye misdooted tea. In vain ye socht To change my thocht— The tea was no for me: A kind o' instinct seemed to say Whene'er I saw your wee pot. "Man, Tam, beware An' hae a care! There's deith within yon teapot!" A'body swore I was an ass; But things are changin' noo; In Lumon toun They're comin' roun' To tak' my verra view. I canna but reflect', my lass, Hoo wondrous wise is Natur' That said: "Gle oop The pisened coop An' dinna spare the craytur!" 'Tis gey an' ill the tannin' sairves Its foolish devotees. I'll tell ye what Is in the pot Ye coddle on your knees; There's indigestion, temper, nairves An' drunkenness an' greetin's— Ye little think What sins ye drink, My Jean, at mither's megtin's. Ye'll soon be seein' rats, nae doot; But dinna wauken me In unco fricht At deid o' nicht To catch the beasts ye see. An' dinna preach to me aboot The dangers o' the bottle! Na, Jean; I've heard The doctor's word— Henceforth I'm tea-teetottle. New York Every Day. Sixty American school teachers from Porto Rico, returning to their homes for the vacation, arrived in New York city from San Juan. The will of Mme. Francesca Romana Janauschek, the famous actress, has been filed. She leaves a personal estate of only $600 to Teresa Zahn of Darmstadt, Germany, her daughter. Seeing Catherine Cowan, aged 35 years, leap into the North river, two New York Central railroad signalmen set the signals in their tower, stopping all trains while they went to her assistance in a rowboat. The woman was rescued, but died later. Prof. Marcius Willson, teacher, lawyer and author of numerous school books which have long been recognized as standards, died at his home in Vineland, N. J., aged 91 years. He was born at West Stockbridge, Mass., in 1813, and was graduated at Union college in 1836. Mrs. Elizabeth B. Grannis, a woman's suffrage and social purity advocate, faced the congregation of the First Church, Disciples of Christ, which voted her out by a vote of 141 to 5, occupying her own pew, partaking of communion and finally holding a little reception of her own in the church vestibule. That the New York postoffice has realized a profit of more than $10,000,000 for the federal government during the year which closed July 1, and that the local postoffice is doing the greatest business in the country, both in volume of mail handled and in revenue, was the statement made by Postmaster Wilcox. Charles W. Anderson, the leader of the colored Republican forces in New York city, who was appointed collector of internal revenue by President Roosevelt, has assumed his office. When Mr. Anderson arrived at the collector's office he found it bedecked with flowers sent by friends. The clerks in the office, all of whom have known the new official for several years, gave him a welcome. New York city soon will possess the most novel craft afloat. Primarily it will be a hospital boat, and as such will be most comfortably and thoroughly equipped. It will also be a fireboat, with complete machinery for fighting flames, as well as a water boat, with enough tank capacity to supply all the institutions on the islands of the Hudson and East rivers, which now are connected with Manhattan by pipe lines. The vessel will cost $70,000. One of the large department stores in New York city made it a custom for years to open a cottage at one of the seaside resorts in the summer for its store girls. This year it is at Long Branch. Each Saturday sixty girls from the store go down to the cottage to spend a week, and are replaced by sixty others on the following Saturday. In this way every girl in the firm's employ gets a chance to enjoy a week at the seashore at the store's expense. The United States cruiser Minneapolis, conveying Rear Admiral Colby N. Chester, superintendent of the United States naval observatory, and the members of the government expedition which will observe at Bona, Algeria, and Valencia, Spain, the eclipse of the sun on August 29 and 30, is now on her way. The converted cruiser Dixie and the collier Caesar, carrying instruments and material for the observing stations, are already on their way to the Mediterranean. Miss Agnes Boyle O'Reilly, third daughter of the Irish poet and patriot, John Boyle O'Reilly, has been married to Ernest Hocking, professor of philosophy at Phillips Andover academy. The ceremony was performed by Rev. S. M. Crothers, a Unitarian clergyman of Cambridge, after the bride had tried in vain to procure a Roman Catholic priest to officiate, Archbishop Williams having refused his permission. The marriage took place at the bride's home in Brookline. Two Italian women, who called themselves Mary Adele and Mary Agnes, and who were dressed as nuns, solicited alms and were arrested at the instigation of Rev. Dr. Gherardo Ferrante of St. Patrick's cathedral. Mary Adele admitted they had never been connected with any religious order. They lived in two rooms on the top floor of a tenement inhabited by Italians. Stacked from floor to ceiling were boxes of macaroni and canned goods and pieces of cloth. This stuff had been given to them by small shop keepers, who thought they were contributing to the "good cause." Mrs. Iselin and her sister-in-law. Mrs. Delancey Kane, were shaken up and Mrs. Kane injured in a collision between Oliver Iselin's automobile and George H. Dale's on Pelham parkway, near the turn into Morris park racetrack. After the accident Mrs. Iselin and Mrs. Kane went to New Rochelle, where Mrs. Iselin lives, Mrs. Kane being here from Newport on a visit. The machines came together with great force, the shock of the collision throwing the women from their seats. The glass top of the Iselin car smashed, falling in showers on Mrs. Ise- lin and Mrs. Kane. Mrs. Kane suffered from bruises. The steel car is to supplant the wooden car on trolley lines in New York city. For a week a steel car has been running up and down Broadway. It is painted yellow and lettered and decorated in perfect imitation of the wooden cars. It can be distinguished from the outside only by the rivets, which show faintly through the varnish. The car is of solid steel. Inside it looks a good deal like the steel cars in the subway. An official of the Metropolitan company said today the steel car had run satisfactorily and would be followed by many others, with the idea of entirely supplanting the wooden cars. With all the pomp and ceremony accorded a "King of the Bowery." "Big Tim" Sullivan was escorted to the Cunard steamship Campania by a host of his constituents, who bade him bon voyage on his seven weeks' trip abroad. Instead of a valet the senator had with him a demure looking valise. The valet story was just a "cunard," he said. During the trip he will visit Richard Croker on his Irish estate. Accompanying the elongated senator were Louis Sternberger, Eddie Drooney and Emil Westfall, three of his stanchest henchmen in his Bowery bailiwick. The latter is his betting commissioner, and is known on the race courses as "Berlin Dutch." Unless patriotic citizens come to the financial rescue of Commander Robert E. Peary, his dash to the north pole will have to be postponed. The explorer has in the auxiliary schooner-rigged Roosevelt the finest craft ever built for polar exploration. She is all paid for, but money is needed for food and equipment. "It is true that the Peary Arctic club has not yet obtained all the funds desired for the expedition," said the commander recently. "Money has been furnished for a fine ship and for part of the equipment, but I am still short of the full amount needed. In order to have the equipment as it should be I need between $30,000 and $40,000 more." In Wall street circles there was generally circulated a story that Henry H. Rogers, the Standard Oil magnate, had joined the Christian Science church. Rumor had it that Rogers had been afflicted with rheumatism, for which he had made trips to Baden Baden and other continental resorts without effect. As a last resort he had turned to the "faith cure," it was said. When Mr. Rogers was called up on the telephone in his summer residence at Tuxedo Park and told of the rumor he laughed and said: "Why, that is the most absurd thing I ever heard. Ha, ha! Where did that come from? That's a joke." Then with a parting chuckle he dropped the receiver. Diamonds, jewelry and silverware valued at about $25,000 were stolen from the home of James Jackson Higginson, a banker at 16 East Forty-first street. With his wife and daughters, Mr. Higginson attended the theater. Upon their return home the women put their jewels away as usual in a safe on the second floor, off Mrs. Higginson's sleeping chamber. She discovered her loss in the morning, when she was preparing to go with her husband to their country place on Long island. Among the stolen jewels are a necklace of eighty-one pearls, worth $2500; a necklace of fifty large pearls, worth $3000; a ruby and diamond ring, worth $3500; a sapphire and diamond ring, worth $2000. The Bronx Zoo, that most wonderful of all New York's show places, of which visitors know so little and natives less, showed a new wonder to the eyes when the bird palace was for the first time open to public inspection. In this cage the birds are only nominally confined. It is so big that they do not feel a restraining influence. The parrots have a cage nearly 100 feet long and 50 feet high. Trees, wading and drinking pools, stretches of sand and green grass, and all that the bird delights in are provided in the new palace. The new bird home is only one of the many delights of the Bronx Zoo. Next time you come to New York ask the clerk how to get there quickest. It is only fifty minutes from the hotel district. The old Catholic cemetery at Mulberry, Prince and Mott streets, surrounding St. Patrick's church, New York city, will soon cease to exist. The few bodies remaining there will be removed, it is expected, into crypts under the church. Then another phase in the interesting history of the building will be concluded. When a New Yorker speaks of St. Patrick's cathedral it is the large edifice in Fifth avenue he has in mind. And yet that cathedral is but the offspring of the much smaller, more modest structures situated at Mott, Prince and Mulberry streets, now in the heart of the Italian quarter. There St. Patrick's church has stood since 1809. It was the first Catholic cathedral in New York, and to this day it is known as the old cathedral. The fact that Mrs. Langtry is coming to act in the New York vaudeville theaters does not necessarily show that she needs the money. It is true that she built in London several years ago a theater which has been a source of almost continuous loss, but she is not poor. She has a mania for increasing her cash bank account and is in the habit of turning her property into cash whenever she feels that her balance needs it. To have her deposit go below a certain sum seems to her the approach of grim poverty. Last spring she sold some of her jewels which she was not in the habit of wearing, because her bank account had fallen below what she believed it should be. It is the prospect of a comparatively large sum in a very short time, with no risk about plays, that has led her to decide to come back here in vaudeville. Frederick W. Thompson of Thompson & Dundy of Hippodrome and Luna park, came home on the Kaiser Wilhelm II. from a seven weeks' trip abroad with the definite announcement that the New York hippodrome will be duplicated in Chicago. A site has been chosen there and contracts let for building the theater. Thompson would not say where the site will be. The properties of "A Yankee Circus on Mars" and "The Raiders," a spectacle which was given at the hippodrome this year, will be loaded on twenty-five cars Nov. 1 and shipped to Chicago. These two spectacles will be used in New York during September and most of October, and when they go they will be succeeded by a new one. "The Raiders" will be succeeded by "The Days of Forty-Nine," one scene showing a mining town in all its characteristic detail. Real Indians will participate in the battle. William Rockefeller has at last succeeded in vanquishing the persistent Oliver Lamora, the veteran soldier and head of the Adirondack guides, who persisted in using the old trails running through the Rockefeller preserve, in spite of warnings that he was trespassing. Lamora took the ground that the law made a trail of twenty years' standing a public highway, and that any person had a right to fish in the streams stocked by the state to which they led. Twice he was victorious over Rockefeller in the courts, but each time the case was sent back for trial by the appellate THE CHEQUAMEGON. To Be Taken from Milwaukee to Southern California division. Finally a technical verdict of 18 cents and $790.31 in costs was given at Malone against Lamora and it came his turn to appeal. Recently at Albany the appellate division affirmed the judgment and Lamora is now completely beaten. The Rockefeller preserve includes 52,000 acres and was purchased by the Standard Oil magnate several years ago. According to the Queensborough library board President Roosevelt and his biographer, Jacob Riis, are not sufficiently distinguished to have their portraits adorn the walls of the new library on Richmond hill. The reason is that the Queensborough board has decided that none but "dead ones" shall be so honored. Small pictures of Mr. Roosevelt and Richmond hill's only author of national reputation have for several years hung upon the walls of the old public library and it was suggested to Mr. Riis, who was one of the first trustees, that larger and more ornate portraits be substituted for the small ones. Mr. Riis wrote to the board offering to give the new library two nearly life size photographs of the President and himself taken a year ago at Oyster Bay. They were rejected because the board did "not wish to establish the precedent of hanging the portrait of a living person in any library buildings." Albert Hausmann, a furrier of Cleveland, arrived on the Hamburg-American liner Blucher and forgot all about telling the customs officers that he was bringing back with him several hundred dollars' worth of mink boas and muffs. Mr. Hausmann was accompanied by his wife, two daughters and a son. The deputy collectors saw them coming down the gang plank and thought the young women were a trifle too stout and an investigation began. A woman inspector found the clothing of the young women literally lined with mink boas, with a muff here and there to relieve the monotony. Hausmann was asked to make a trip to the ship. In the lining of his trousers the customs officers found more boas and muffs, and when the Ohioan disembarked he was a lot thinner. Then the customs agents went through the Hausmann baggage. In the lining of dresses and other articles of apparel they found many more boas and muffs. When the search was all over the United States government owned somewhere between $500 and $700 worth of brand new mink furs. The People's kitchen, where one can get a square meal for 5 cents, opened THE CHEQU To Be Taken from Milwaukee LONG TRIP FOR A BOAT. Steamer Chequamegon Going from Milwaukee to San Diego. CAPTAIN TELLS HOW. Master of the Craft Has No Doubt of Her Ability to Ride Ocean Waves. Seventeen thousand miles. That is a long voyage for a small boat, but it is the journey that will be undertaken in September by the little steamer Chequamegon, which for the last two summers has plied between Milwaukee and the Whitefish Bay resort. And Capt. C. C. Fowler, commander of the staunch little vessel, says he will make the trip in the finest kind of shape and will be ready for active service when she reaches San Diego, Cal., the objective point of the cruise. Captain an Interesting Personality Capt. Fowler himself is an interesting personality. A young man, hardly 30, he has been on the lakes since boyhood, and holds an unlimited master's commission on all fresh water. By the time he completes the long cruise he has in contemplation he will be able to secure a master's commission on salt water also, and will continue in command of the Chequamegon in its new home. For the little boat will never return to Milwaukee. Arriving at San Diego, her owner, Louis A. Cartier of Ludington, Mich., will engage in business in San Diego, and the vessel will become a part of the merchant marine of the Pacific coast. Capt. Fowler has his plans all ready for the voyage and tells about them tersely and clearly, as he leans over a chart in his tiny cabin on the Chequamegon, on which the journey is marked out. Start Early in September. "We expect to leave Milwaukee early in September, as soon as the present season closes," he says. "On the boat will be Mr. Cartier, the owner, and about twenty guests. We will go from here to New York via the St. Lawrence river, the Gulf of St. Lawrence and along the Atlantic coast. If the party desire it they will accompany us as far as Tampa, Fla. There, however, the pleasure trip will end, and the rest of the voyage will be made by Mr. Cartier, myself and a crew of thirteen men. The Several Stops. "Leaving Tampa we will stop at the Bermudas, Barbadoes, Pernambuco, Montevideo, Puenta Ayres, Port Lebu, Port Yanez, Lota Anchorage, Valparaiso, Callao, Acapulco and San Diego. The journey will take about four months and will cover about 17,000 miles. "Instead of going clear down around Cape Horn, as the old-time sailing vessels used to do, we will go through the Straits of Magellan. The passage around the Horn is dangerous and difficult and by going through the straits we can save many miles of travel. And we will not go directly through the Magellan straits. We will sail up what is called Smyth's channel, through some of the finest scenery in the world, coming out into the Pacific ocean nearly 1000 miles north of the west entrance to the straits. Smyth's channel is land-locked --- its doors at 136 East Broadway. New York city, and proved a great success. For 5 cents one gets soup, roast meat, bread and tea, with milk and sugar. Constantine Geller is the owner. He originated this plan to reach those who can not afford to pay more than 5 cents for a meal. He says he will make money out of it, too, as the business done today indicates, and it is his intention to open 5 cent meal houses all over town. One of the men who dined at the place was asked how he liked it. "It was fine," he said. "The soup and meats were what they should be, and they also threw in a loaf of bread with good tea in the bargain. I feel as if I had taken tea at Delmonico's." Geller expects to feed about 2,000 men and women a day. The dining room will hold about 132 persons at a time. It will open daily from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. and from 5 to 8 p.m. It will be closed for three hours to clean up. Well known citizens and philanthropists are watching the experiment, and if it comes up to their expectations they will advance the money for similar places in many sections along the east side. Edward Guerin, for whom the police of New York and secret service detectives have been searching since May 1, is said to be in New York city. Guerin was serving a life sentence in the French penal colony on Devil's island. He had been sentenced in Paris in 1901 for robbing the American Express company of $6000. As he had robbed the Bank of Lyons, France, ten years before of $50,000, the French government gave him the maximum penalty, which was life. In prison he met Tom O'Brien, an American murderer, and the two planned escape. The chance came to O'Brien, but he failed and died later with Guerin at his side. In 1904 Guerin became ill and was transferred to the mainland, French Guiana. On May 1 Guerin was outside the lines and on his way through the swamps provided with food and armed. The fugitive was captured and robbed by Indians before he got to Dutch Guiana, 200 miles north. The Indians left him for dead on the outskirts of Paramariho, in Dutch Guiana. Here he was found by two Americans, who fed and clothed him and at Georgetown, in British Guiana, he was treated by a physician until he was able to sail under the name of James Harrison for New York. Some weeks ago Guerin, reduced to a skeleton, arrived in New York. At the same time the state department was apprized of Guerin's escape and an agent was sent to New York to find him. The agent failed to locate him. NAMEGON. kee to Southern California. the greater part of the way and the ground on either side rises from 100 to 1000 feet from the water. The entire country is extremely mountainous and the scenery is exceptionally fine. This passage would be practically impossible for a big vessel, but the Chequamegon can make it easily. We will take on a native pilot at Puente Ayres, who will take us clear through to the Pacific ocean." "But will this little boat stand that trip, captain?" asked his questioner. Little Boat of Highest Grade. "Stand it? Well I guess it will," is the prompt answer. There isn't a stancher boat in existence. Look here. And he proudly shows the visitor the certificate of the Chequamegon from the Inland Lakes register where her character is marked 100, the highest grade. "She can stand the trip without any trouble and will bring up at San Diego as good as new," he says confidently. The Chequamegon was built at Manitowoc, and was finished two years ago last month. She cost $28,000 and is fully equipped with every device for safety and utility. The length of the boat is 112 feet, breadth 22 feet and depth 11 feet. Her gross tonnage is 141 and her net tonnage 112. She is a deep draft vessel, drawing 10½ feet of water, with the light quantity of fuel carried now for her present work. She is licensed to carry 430 people in her excursion work on the lake. The Steamer's Equipment. The boat has a triple expansion engine, is equipped with Scott marine boilers with a capacity for 175 pounds of steam and carries her own electric light plant and search light. She has a Duke's windlass, patent anchors and steam steering gear, and is thoroughly modern and up-to-date in every way. The Chequamegon has not earned much for Mr. Cartier in the lake trade. She has been used for an excursion boat in the summer and for the fruit carrying trade. Mr. Cartier's determination to take his boat to California was arrived at several weeks ago. At present the boat is fitted up as an excursion steamer with open decks, but before starting on the long voyage the lower deck will be enclosed and the steamer transformed into a sea-going boat. Anticipates Voyage with Pleasure. As Capt. Fowler has not secured his master's license for ocean navigation he will be obliged to take on two navigators on leaving New York, but he will be practically in charge of the vessel during the entire voyage, to which he looks forward with much enthusiasm. "It will be a long, hard trip," he said, as he escorted his visitor ashore," but it will be worth taking. And," he added reflectively, "it will take us away from these northwest winters. There is a good deal in that." And the visitor agreed with him. Evening Wisconsin. 3,000,000 American Flags Annually. Patriotism has become the basis of a great American industry. Because of the amazing increase of patriotic sentiment in this country during the last decade the manufacture of American flags has quadrupled. More than 3,000,000 Star Spangled Banners annually are made of silk and bunting, but these form only a small portion of the total number of United States flags that are born, that live and die between January and January In remote farming districts where ten years ago the national colors were rarely seen every suitable occasion witnesses a flag display. The flag has been added to the household gods from Maine to California and from the Gulf of Mexico to the Canadian line.—Pearson's Magazine. IN STRICT CONFIDENCE. Women Obtain Mrs. Pinkham's Advice and Help. She Has Guided Thousands to Health. How Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound Cured Mrs. Fred Seydel. It is a great satisfaction for a woman to feel that she can write to another telling her the most private and confidential details about her illness, and know that her letter will be seen by a woman only, a woman full of sympathy for her sick sisters, and It is a great satisfaction for a woman to feel that she can write to another telling her the most private and confidential details about her illness, and know that her letter will be seen by a woman only, a woman full of sympathy for her sick sisters, and above all, a woman who has had more experience in treating female ills than any living person. Over one hundred thousand cases of female diseases come before Mrs. Pinkham every year, some personally, others by mail, and this has been going on for twenty years, day after day. Surely women are wise in seeking advice from a woman of such experience, especially when it is absolutely free. 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If I could only draw, Just at the proper time, The joker that would fill my hand, D'you think I'd write a rhyme? Not any! But I'd do the grand, And bust the whole indurin' band, If I could only draw. If I could only draw. If I could only draw, A great, six-figured check That no old clearing house could balk, I'd make the village sizz, by Heck! And Poverty could take a walk, From here to—well, you hear me talk— If I could only draw. FACTS AND FANCIES. Always the Same—Bilder's wife has a very even disposition, hasn't she? "Very. Her irritability never varies." —Life. Mr. Hooley's Flowers. Gib Hooley always wears a flower in his buttonhole. Gib is an undertaker and gets his flowers for nothing.—Topeka Capital. "Don't you think her husband is naturally a gentle, patient man?" "Sometimes I think he is, and sometimes I think she's got him scared."—Houston Post. They Fall Short. household servants large, as a rule? American—No; not nearly so large as their pay.—Pittsburg Post. Practice A successful physician's the noblest of men That dwell in the world here below. Customer—What made the old guy so sore? Boy—He's nutty. I guess. He wanted two dog biscuits, and I only asked him if he take 'em here or have them wrapped up.—Cornell Widow. By the Piece Modern Poet (to his bride)—Don't worry about our future. I get 30 cents for every dash I make.—Translated for Tales from Meggendorfer Blaetter. Getting Ready for the Fray. Knicker—Jones and his wife are singing the "Marseillaise." Bocker-Yes; they are bracing up to discharge the cook.-Modern Society. Limerick There was a young fellow named Cole. He found in his tooth a great hole. Said the dentist, "Indeed, I see just what you need." And the dentist then dented his roll. Just So. Mrs. Scrappington—There are sermons in stones, you know, and— in stories, you know, and Mr. Scrappington—Yes; I think myself that our pastor preaches like a petrified man.—Judge. Technical Mrs. Highmore (at the opera)—Isn't she grand? What wonderful technique! Mrs. Gaswell—Ye-es, but it looks as if it pinched her about the waist, don't you think?—Tit-Bits. Clearly. She—That girl has plenty of admirers, it seems. She told me she was unmarried, and I find she's been divorced. He—Well, that is being un-married. isn't it?—Pick-Me-Up. Not So Bad. Clearly Not So Bad. Gladys—He tells me you have designs upon him. Ethel—Did the wretch say that? Gladys—Yes. He said your image was engraved upon his heart.—Exchange. A One-Dollar Job. A man and his bride by the parson were tied, And when the performance was done, "Alas!" exclaimed me, examining his fee, "I add one to one and make one." Versatile. Corby—He's one of those honorable gentlemen who have two codes of morals, isn't he? Jenkins—Three; one for his business, one for his home, and one for his automobile.—Brooklyn Life. She Knew His Tastes. He—Why do you have all that fruit on your new hat? I don't like it! She—Well, I couldn't very well have it trimmed with stuffed goose, even if you do like that better!—Translated for Tales from Meggendorfer Blaetter. Had Colic Some. There once was a babe who was frolicsome. And people said, "Isn't he rollicksome!" "Ah, yes!" said his dad, with a smile that was sad, "We frolic each night—for he's colicsome!" Cleveland Leader Won Over Lawyer—I'll be frank with you. You can't break your father's will. Client—I'll be frank with you—I can't pay you unless it can be broken. Lawyer—I'll go you one better. We'll break that will.—Cleveland Leader. Of Course. Of course it is better to take the can of chicken to the picnic without the can opener than it is to take the can opener without the can of chicken, but a happy combination of both in the lunch basket will produce the best results.—Somerville Journal. Board to Go Up "I see we are threatened with a lumber famine, and that all kinds of lumber is going up," said the fat boarder. "Do you suppose that will induce the landlady to put up the price of her board?" asked the thin one.—Yonkers Statesman. The Sure Way. Hicks—How did Tompkyns make all his money, anyhow? Wicks—No, selling roots and seeds to people who believe that there is a royal road to fortune. Somerville Journal. Lack of Perception "Dat dog o' mine," said Mr. Erastus Pinkly, "keeps on a tryin' to whup ev'y four-footed critter dat comes down de road." "He must be a fighter." "No, suh. He ain' no fighter. But he don' seem able to reco'nize de fack."— Washington Star. His Mistake. Mr. Slimsky—I don't believe the city water is safe. I notice it has a clouded appearance this morning and tastes sort of—milky—and— Mrs. Starvem—That glass contains milk, Mr. Slimsky; the water is at your left. And, by the way, your board bill was due yesterday.—Cleveland Leader. The Only Way. Mama—Tommy, dear, you musn't be so naughty. When mamma tells you not to touch the jam, you should obey her. What would you do if your mamma should be taken away from you? Tommy—Die? Mama—Yes, dear. Tommy—I'd eat that jam, you bet!—Cleveland Leader. Families Supplied. Auntie (to her young niece)—"Guess what I know, Mary—there's a little baby brother upstairs! He came this morning when you were asleep. Mary—Did he? Then I know who brought him—it was the milkman. Auntie—What do you mean, Mary? Mary—Why, I looked at the sign on his cart yesterday, and it said "Families supplied daily."—Harper's Weekly. Its Only Chance. "I see," remarked Mr. McCrackle, "that a school for servants has been opened." "Yes; but it will be a failure unless its name is changed," replied Mrs. McCrackle. "Indeed! What name would you suggest?" "They'll have to call it the Lady Helps university or else close its doors."—Tit-Bits. Residence Unknown First Citizen-That new neighbor of ours, Mrs. Jones, seems an ill-natured sort. Second Citizen-How so? First Citizen—Why, I called her up on the telephone yesterday, and asked her if she had any idea where her husband was staying, and she rang off without answering me. Second Citizen—I don't wonder—he's dead.—Harper's Weekly. CURTAIN FOR FIREMEN Portable Shield Which Protects the Flame-Fighters. An ingenious Omaha inventor has designed an entirely new fire-fighting appliance. While its use is entirely restricted to fires in buildings of small proportions, such as low stores and dwellings, etc., the portable fire shield will no doubt, find many advocates. It consists of a wheel truck carrying a folding fire screen of fireproof material. When collapsed the entire outfit does not take up as much room as a hook and ladder, and ```markdown ``` is drawn to the scene by horses, who are immediately detached and taken out of harm's way. The truck is then wheeled in front of the burning building and the shield raised by means of hand gear operated by the firemen, the general plan of arrangement being apparent from an inspection of the accompanying cut. Such a portable shield would prevent the spread of the flames to adjacent property, and occasionally it might enable firemen to approach near enough to a building which was burning briskly to effect a rescue of a life or property which ordinarily would not be attempted because of the danger involved from intense heat, but from which the shield would screen the rescuing firemen. TO SEE THE BACK HAIR. Adjustable Mirror on the Side of the Bureau Adjustable bracket arm mirrors are no novelties, but when adapted for use in conjunction with the bureau mirror, the combination presents many new features of merit. Triplicate mirrors of any size are usually too cumbersome to be a convenience in the modern house, with its comparatively small rooms, so that any scheme that will afford milady A woman in a kimono sits in a train, looking out the window. an opportunity to view her profile or back view with convenience and without trespassing appreciably upon the space in her boudoir, is gladly welcomed. The mirror with bracket arm suspension suitable for adjustment in conjunction with a mirror support appears to possess these redeeming features without any drawbacks. It is true, the particular suspension here illustrated and recently patented does offer some novelty in the disposition of the parts, notably in the traveler loop effecting vertical adjustment, but this in itself is scarcely worthy of very serious consideration. -Germany is able to feed about nineteenths of her nearly 60,000,000 inhabitants on the products of her own soil. HOW TO WIN SUCCESS. Governor Douglas of Massachusetts Gives Advice to Boys. From a place at the cobbler's bench at a mere pittance, William L. Douglas has risen to the highest executive position in the State of Massachusetts, that of Governor, and has made himself a millionaire. His rules and precepts of success are given by him through the Boston Sunday American. The Governor is interested in boys and declares that these rules are given for the benefit of boys. The Governor says: Recently, in talking to a delegation of bright-faced boys, I told them that they should, in order to make the most of life, obey the old maxim, "Stick to your last." If you don't you'll find that old ogre, called trouble, bobbing up in your pathway every now and then, and you'll never get to be on speaking terms with success. Fortune, you know, favors the brave. In the battle of life the really brave man is the one with courage enough to "stick to his last" in the face of early rebuffs and temporary reverses. He's the fellow who will eventually be able to laugh at trouble and to get chummy with success. What would you think of a shoemaker who, after making part of a shoe on one last, became dissatisfied and started another shoe on a different last, keeping up this method until he had finally spent all his money for stock and had nothing but a lot of half-finished shoes to show for it. Foolish way to do, isn't it? But it's no more foolish than for a young man to tackle a new line of business every little while until he grows too old to learn any business thoroughly. Everything in nature is fitted to do one thing well and spends its whole life doing it. You never hear of the ant going into the honey-making business; nor of the bee building ant hills for a change. Each one knows its place in the world and sticks to it, and that is what boys must do if they would accomplish great things. Nearly every boy at an early age displays an aptitude for something, and if that aptitude is properly developed the process of selecting a last is simplified. And remember always to keep your ambition up to the top notch. Whatever you do, try to do it better than the other fellow. At school make it a point to stand at the head of your class; and at play don't be satisfied until you can jump the farthest or throw the straightest. Then when you enter business life this matter of getting ahead will become a habit. Now another thing to think about is this: Don't try to do what you like—do what you can. That's a good companion piece for "stick to your last." Don't let the attraction of something you don't know lure you away from the thing you do. Do what you can and stick to it. That's wisdom. LEAVES MUCH TO POOR Chicagoan's Will Deals Out Fuel to the Needy in Winter. Poor and needy persons suffering from lack of fuel and heat are to be provided for by the terms of the will of the late John W. Parmelee, who died in Chicago a short time ago. The instrument was filed recently before John D. Casey, assistant to the probate court judge. The estate, valued at $400,000, eventually reverts into a fund to be used solely in providing fuel and heat to the poor and needy residents of Chicago, after the death of two brothers of the deceased. The real estate is valued at $200,000 and the personal property also at $200,-000. The estate is to be held in trust and the net income is to be paid to Frank Parmelee and upon his death the net income is to be paid to another brother, Charles Parmelee of Kenilworth. The bill provides that the trustees shall have the power to engage agents and organizations from time to time as it may deem proper in finding such persons as may be entitled to and in need of assistance. CONSTANT ACHING. Back aches all the time. Spoils your appetite, wearies the body, worries the mind. Kidneys cause it all and Doan's Aches While You Eat H. B. McCarver, of 201 Cherry St., Portland, Ore., inspector of freight for the Trans-Continental Co., says: "I used Doan's Kidney Pills for back ache and other symptoms of kidney trouble which had annoyed me for months. I think a cold was responsible for the whole trouble. It seemed to settle in my kidneys. Doan's Kidney Pills rooted it out. It is several months since I used them, and up to date there has been no recurrence of the trouble." Doan's Kidney Pills for sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents per box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Sewers Flushed with Beer. The sewers of Xenia, O., were flushed recently with hundreds of barrels of beer, notwithstanding this is a "dry" town and hydrant water plentiful. It was caused by the visit of a government inspector from Dayton to the Brinkle & Reading brewery, where was formerly manufactured "bishop beer," a dry town beverage, but which for several months has been in the hands of a receiver, and they preferred to forfeit the beer rather than pay the required government tax thereon. Young Girl Kills Bear. Miss Ethel Denton, a pretty 15-year-old Missoula, Mont., girl, killed a large cinnamon bear that threatened the life of her father, and captured a cub which her parent had unsuccessfully attempted to make a captive. Squirrels Are Fast Swimmers. Though they do not readily enter water, but only when put to it from necessity, the squirrel and the rabbit are among the fastest swimmers of all land animals. According to the librarian of the free library at Cambridge, England, who has filled that position for half a century, men as a rule cease to read books on reaching the age of 40 years. If afflicted with sore Eyes, use Thompson's Eye Water THOUGHT HIM DEAD. Mother and Sweetheart Welcome Him After Fourteen Years. After spending fourteen years in prison in Colombia, Frank Holley, formerly of New York, is on his way back to this country. His aged mother and a woman to whom he was engaged will welcome him. They believed Holley was dead for fourteen years until they received a letter a short time ago. Holley was employed by the Engleson Drill company of New York. He was an expert driller and received a large salary. His wife had died a year before, leaving him with two sons and a daughter. He became engaged to a young woman in New York, when the Engleson company made him an offer to go to Colombia. He accepted, and with his fiancee planned for a wedding on his return. Colombia was in the throes of an uprising on his arrival. Holley's last letter said that he was going into the interior of Colombia. Nothing more was heard from him until recently, when he wrote telling of his imprisonment and saying that he had been taken for a spy by one of the factions. Marketing Potato Crops In line with the classic case of the oyster shippers, cited by President Hadley of Yale University in his book on Railroad Transportation, is the case of the Aroostook potato growers brought by President Tuttle of the Boston and Maine railroad before the Senate committee on interstate commerce. Nothing could better show how a railroad works for the interest of the localities which it serves. A main dependence of the farmers of the Aroostook region is the potato crop, aggregating annually eight to ten million bushels, which find a market largely in Boston and the adjacent thickly settled regions of New England. The competition of cheap water transportation from Maine to all points along the New England coast keeps railroad freight rates on these potatoes always at a very low level. Potatoes are also a considerable output of the truck farms of Michigan, their normal market being obtained in and through Detroit and Chicago and other communities of that region. Not many years ago favoring sun and rains brought a tremendous yield of potatoes from the Michigan fields. At normal rates and prices there would have been a glut of the customary markets and the potatoes would have rotted on the farms. To help the potato growers the railroads from Michigan made unprecedentedly low rates on potatoes to every reachable market, even carrying them in large quantities to a place so remote as Boston. The Aroostook growers had to reduce the price on their potatoes and even then could not dispose of them unless the Boston and Maine railroad reduced its already low rate, which it did. By means of these low rates, making possible low prices, the potato crops of both Michigan and Maine were finally marketed. Everybody eats potatoes, and that year everybody had all the potatoes he wanted. While the Michigan railroads made rates that would have been ruinous to the railroads, had they been applied to the movement of all potatoes at all times, to all places, they helped their patrons to find markets then. The Boston and Maine railroad suffered a decrease in its revenue from potatoes, but it enabled the Aroostook farmers to market their crop and thereby to obtain money which they spent for the varied supplies which the railroads brought to them. If the making of rates were subject to governmental adjustment such radical and prompt action could never have been taken, because it is well established that if a rate be once reduced by a railroad company it cannot be restored through the red tape of governmental procedure. If the Michigan railroads and the Boston and Maine railroad had been subjected to governmental limitation they would have felt obliged to keep up their rates as do the railroads of France and England and Germany under governmental limitation and let the potatoes rot.—Exchange. -In 54 cases out of 100 the left leg is shorter than the right. Say Plainly to That you want LION O being a square man, will thing else. You may no What About the United of housekeepers who ha for over a quarter Is there any stronger p Say Plainly to Your Grocer That you want LION COFFEE always, and he, being a square man, will not try to sell you anything else. You may not care for our opinion, but MONEY Lion-head on every package. Save these Lion-heads for valuable premiums. SOLD BY GROCER Sale Ten Million THE FAMILY'S FA CANDY C 10c, 25c, 50c. THEY WORK WH BEST FOR T CARTERS LITTLE LIVER PILLS. Genuine Must Bear Fac-Simile Signature Brew Wood REFUSE SUBSTITUTES. 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RITTER Christian Ritter & Son UNDERTAKERS AND EMBALMERS 276 Fifth St. Milwaukee, Wis. Telephone 1631 Main. 50 YEARS EXPERIENCE PATENTS TRADE MARKS DESIGNS COPYRIGHTS &C. Anyone sending a sketch and description may quickly ascertain our opinion free whether an invention is probably patentable. Communications strictly confidential. Handbook on Patents sent free. Oldest agency for securing patents. Patents taken through Munn & Co. receive special notice, without charge, in the A handsomely illustrated weekly. Largest circulation of any scientific journal. Terms, $3 a year four months, $1. Sold by all newsdealers. MUNN & Co. 361 Broadway. New York Branch Office. 625 F St., Washington D. C. FARM AND GARDEN Simple Farm GaTe. The gate shown in the accompanying illustration is recommended by a correspondent of the Montreal Family Herald. The gate is intended for inside locations, upon a farm instead of bars or swinging gates which are troublesome and apt to get out of order. The correspondent has six of these gates on his ranch, and expects soon to put in as many more. It will be noticed that the gate is not hung on hinges. It consists simply of a hurdle which stands between two strong posts set so that the gate easily passes back between them. The second bar of the gate rests on a cleat A, shown in the illustration. This cleat consists of inch lumber, four inches wide and 12 or 14 inches long. The gate will slide easily if the top of the cleat is greased. As the gate is closed it slips between the two posts, which prevent it from being pushed either way. Points in favor of this gate over SLIDING GATE WIDE OPEN. those in ordinary use are as follows: It is cheaply and easily made; it is not liable to get out of order; quickly and easily operated; requires only ordinary fence posts, no hinges, or latch, and it locks automatically. This Year's Wheat Crop. Another bumper wheat crop is in prospect. Estimates by the Department of Agriculture on grain in the field indicate a total yield of winter wheat of over 411,000,000 bushels against 401,685,887 in 1903 and 325,-374,503 in 1904; a gain of 10,314,113 bushels over 1903 and 85,225,497 bushels over 1904. The estimate on spring wheat is 348,000,000 bushels, but there are good reasons for believing that the yield will be from 10,000,000 to 15,000,000 bushels greater than the present estimate. However, the comparison, accepting the estimate as correct, is interesting, showing an excess for 1905 over the yield of 1904 and less than 1903, as follows: Estimate of yield of spring wheat, 1905, 348,-000,000 bushels, against 355,183,656 in 1903 and 279,696,656 bushels in 1904, about 7,000,000 bushels less than the yield of 1903 and 68,303,344 more than last year. According to the official estimate, the total wheat crop of the United States this year will be 670,-000,000 bushels. Unless serious damage comes to spring wheat during its ripening, the total wheat yield of the United States will be about 118,000,000 greater than in 1904 and 33,000,000 in excess of 1903.—Epitomist. For Sharpening Posts. To save lots of work in sharpening posts, fix up the rig illustrated, advises Charles Hecht. The forked pole RIG FOR SHARPENING POSTS. is 12 feet long, the brace of 1x4 being about 5 feet high. A stump makes the best block upon which to sharpen post. How Sunday Affects the Cows. How Sunday Affects the Cows. The manager of the Wisconsin experimental farm once said that he could tell the Sundays in the calendar by looking at his milk record, which showed the daily yield, because the quantity obtained was invariably smaller than on a week day. "Our men milk a little later on Sunday morning, and a little earlier at night, probably hurrying the operation, and the cows resent the treatment by giving a somewhat smaller yield of milk." It was observed, also, apropos of the necessity for kind and gentle treatment of dairy cattle, that a new hand obtained less milk from a cow than she would yield to a milker, not necessarily more expert, to whom she was accustomed. The Oat Crop. The oat crop is one that requires a great deal of moisture throughout the season, and the best crop is assured by preparing the soil so it will conserve moisture. The reason the old plan of seeding oats in corn stubble falls so frequently is because the ground is stirred shallow and wet early in spring time and when a few weeks of dry weaother come it bakes as hard as the road and remains in this condition until harvest. It is not a good plan to be in too big a hurry about sowing oats. When the ground has dried out so it is in good condition to break then start the plow. Ohio Farmer. Sed Houses and Telephones Sod Houses and Telephones. Sod houses and telephones are the strange combination now offered by the prairies of the Middle West. Yet the combination is less strange than appears, for the present sod houses are by no means to be despised, particularly in cold weather. They are built with considerable attention to comfort, and, with an interior lining of Portland cement, offer almost the advantages of a stone building, and at the slightest cost, while the network of telephones overcomes the isolation of earlier days. Commercial Fertilizer. I used three tons of fertilizer from one of our large packing companies in 1903. I used it on my corn field, putting it in the hill with the corn-planter; this was on black sandy loam. I had a good crop of corn, but as my soil was in good condition I was unable to say how much benefit the fertilizer was to me, if any; therefore, in 1904, I made up my mind to give it a thorough test as far as my farm was concerned. This year I used five tons. This fertilizer came from a different packing company from the first lot, but was supposed to be the same as to its chemical value. We used 1,000 pounds to acre, mainly, as in the first year; still we planted strips through our fields with 200 pounds per acre, and in the same field we left strips without any fertilizer. The first two months we thought we could see a little advantage in favor of the corn that had the fertilizer, but later one and at husking time, we were unable to see that the use of the fertilizer was of benefit to us.—P. G. Freeman, Iowa. Cost of Making Beef. It has been accepted as proved that the younger an animal the lower is the cost of putting on flesh and fat. Some experiments have been made to prove this, but the data are too meager to permit of the building of very strong arguments on them. Professor Mumford of the Illinois station has taken up the question and is making an experiment that will at least add to the volume of the data if it does not settle the question, which it probably will not. Herds of various ages are being fed at the station, and these will be marketed as fast as ready and careful reports compiled of the cost of gain made on each lot. There is a point beyond which it does not pay a farmer to keep an animal, even though that animal is all the time gaining in weight. The station is trying to find the point at which steer feeding must stop, if a profit is to be made. Every day after that point the farmer is losing money and losing the time he is putting on the care of the animal. The Shortage of Sheep. "Michigan sheep and lamb feeders find themselves up against a peculiar situation, and many of them are at a loss how to proceed," says a writer in the Detroit Tribune. "There are many feeders who were of opinion that receipts of Western sheep at Chicago would be larger late in the season and have waited in the belief that they would be able to get their orders filled at lower prices. Present indications look as if there would be few of the bargains that have been offered in other years. "Never before in the history of the Chicago yards has there been such a pressing demand for feeding sheep and lambs. Every day now the sheep pens are full of strangers who are looking for bargains, and every desirable bunch is caught up at high prices compared with other years. The outlook for wool and mutton was never brighter than at present, and the general belief is that sheep and lamb feeders will make plenty of money this year, no matter what they pay for feeding stock." The Auto Nuisance. During an English farmers' meeting, the chairman had suggested that he should instruct his teamsters to hold their wagons across the road when autos were approaching at a furious rate. He received the following amusing communication: "As I doubt the power of the average farm laborer to distinguish between the innocent and the guilty, I offer my services. I hold a discharge as a sergeant from the army, and am a trained shot. At least fifty autos pass my house every day. With an ordinary magazine rifle I could get about thirty daily, and I offer my trained services to the chamber at a charge of six pence per head. I should like to know to whom to forward the heads. I could use explosive or poisoned bullets if so desired." Poultry Pickings. Leaves make good scratching material. A lot of extra cockerels are a nuisance. Kill them off if you want eggs. As a rule hens fall off in egg production after they are three or four years old, and it is only in exceptional cases that it is advisable to keep them. Green cut bone or good beef scraps will force the pullets to early maturity. Dampness is one of the worst troubles of poultry keepers. Sunshine is sure cure. If eggs were sold by weight the talk about big eggs would give place to that of more of 'em. Lime water is a corrective of fowl diseases and is also a good remedy for soft shelled eggs. A duck grows faster than a chicken, sells for more in market, costs no more to feed and needs but little care. To obtain the best results from hens keep them in flocks of from thirty to forty with one or two males. Crowding never pays any breeder. THE HOUSEHOLD Peel the rhubarb and cut quite fine. Cover the pie plate with good rich crust. Fill with the rhubarb, heaping it in the center. Add one cupful of sugar mixed with two tablespoonfuls of flour. Some like to add a little grated nutmeg. Cover with an upper crust, cutting a slit in the center. Bake in a quick oven. If the juice threatens to overflow in spite of the flour used, roll a sheet of glazed note paper in a small tube and push it down through the center until it almost touches the lower crust. Do not remove until the pie has partly cooled. Fig Puffs. Sift together one pint of flour and two tablespoonfuls of baking powder. Rub into the flour a heaping tablespoonful of butter and add one cupful of chopped figs. Add milk enough to make a soft dough (a cupful and a quarter or possibly less), and pour into a dozen well-buttered cups, filling them a little more than half full. Set in a steamer over a kettle of boiling water and boil steadily half an hour. If necessary to replenish the water, do so from the boiling tea kettle. Turn out on dessert plates and serve hot with hard sauce. Green Peppers and Chicken. Green Peppers and Chicken. Peppers cut in rings with dull scissors and combined with lettuce and French dressing are as good a simple salad as one could wish for. A delicious made-over dish of chicken is constructed with the aid of green peppers. Cut off the tops of the peppers and scoop out the membrane. Parboil for about five minutes. Cut up the chicken, mix with boiled rice, and fill the peppers with the mixture. Place in a baking pan and pour in enough stock or water, immerse the peppers half way and bake for half an hour. Strawberry Pudding: Place one quart of berries in a dish and sprinkle over them one-half cupful of sugar. Put one pint of milk in a double boiler. While this heats beat well together the yolks of three eggs, one-half cupful of sugar and one-fourth cupful of flour. Stir this into the boiling milk and cook this for twenty minutes, stirring often. Remove from the fire and add one-fourth teaspoonful of salt. Beat the whites of three eggs to a stiff froth; add three tablespoonfuls of sugar and heap it on top of the pudding. Decorate with large berries. Boiled Cream Dressing: Many families do not like olive oil, and for those who do not eat salads on this account boiled cream dressing made as follows will be found delicious: Add a tablespoonful of sugar, half a teaspoonful of salt, a fourth of a tablespoonful of white pepper, a teaspoonful of mustard to a half a cupful of vinegar; place in a granite ware basin over the fire, and when hot beat in a cupful of cream or milk, two eggs, a tablespoonful of butter; let become cold. Beef and Poached Eggs. Beef and Poached Eggs. Cut some fillet steak into small rounds, brush over with salad oil and grill until done. Fry some little rounds of mashed potatoes, and place a piece of steak on top of each. Then poach some eggs, trim them round nicely and place on top of the steak. Place a little horse radish and butter on top of the egg, or a little plain butter if preferred, make a thick brown sauce, chop up the remainder of the cuttings from the eggs and put in it. 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