Wisconsin Weekly Advocate

State Historical Society WISCONSIN WEEKLY ADVOCATE DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF THE NEGRO RACE VOLUME VII. 1 Captain of the Popgun Guards. Our esteemed contemporary, the Chicago Conservator, captain of the Popgun guards, has commanded its followers to fire upon Booker T. Washington—him whom it set not up and cannot reach. This popgun brigade thinks Mr. Washington worthy of death, because he deigned to give advice. What the Conservator says, the Washington Bee, Boston Guardian, Richmond Planet, Dallas (Tex.) Express and Mobile Register says: "Mr. Washington should stick to his school and quit trying to be a leader." Because he indorsed a white man and a black man for the same office. In this Mr. Washington's course was perfectly regular and was infinitely more that of a just man, than either a conventional leader or politician. This popgun brigade is marching under the LYNCHING ON THE DECREASE. The Advocate presents to its readers in the following table the lynchings that have occurred in this country annually since 1885. This condition was brought about by bombast or unbridled platform agitation, not by that silent yet potent force, education, and the pulpit and the press. These, the three greatest elements in civilization unfettered, and in the open of men's lives present a force that will bring a reign of righteousness among men and sweep the world for Christ. The lynchings reported for 1905 are but 66, the smallest number since 1885, says the Chicago Tribune. The following table showing the number of lynchings since 1885 will be of use to those studying this particular feature of criminology: 1885 ..... 184 1896 ..... 131 1886 ..... 158 1896 ..... 166 1887 ..... 122 1898 ..... 127 1888 ..... 142 1899 ..... 107 1889 ..... 176 1900 ..... 115 1890 ..... 127 1901 ..... 135 1891 ..... 192 1902 ..... 96 1892 ..... 235 1903 ..... 104 1893 ..... 200 1904 ..... 87 1894 ..... 190 1905 ..... 66 1895 ..... 171 The lynchings in the various states and territories were as follows: Alabama, 3; Arkansas, 5; Florida, 1; Georgia, 11; Kentucky, 4; Mississippi, 17; Missouri, 1; Nevada, 1; North Carolina, 1; South Carolina, 1; South Carolina, 3; Tennessee, 3; Texas, 11; Virginia, 1. Of these lynchings sixty-five occurred in the south and one in the north. Of the total number sixty-one were negroes and five whites. The crimes alleged were as follows: Murder, 34; rape, 15; murderous assault, 4; attempted rape, 4; robbery, 2; race prejudice, 1; kidnapping, 1; elopement, 1; informing, 1. Two lynchings were for unknown reasons, and one innocent victim was hanged. Senator Depew occupies a larger amount of space in the congressional directory than any other member, and Congressman "Tim" Sullivan has the shortest biography in the book. banner of inconsistency, headed for the confines of defeat. The Conservator should take its half dozen hoodwinked followers (who only know to sing: "Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching," when "the boys" is but the echo of their tread) to the rear, and teach them, if able, what are the functions of a leader. In their generation, they show less wisdom than the color-blind south, who hawked at President Roosevelt when he sought advice from Washington—this small fry would hawk at Washington for daring to do that which should be done and weaklings are unable to do. None but a man—a real man—can see equal virtue in a white man and a black man. The popgun brigade is for Negroes for Negroes, Booker T. Washington is for Negroes for men. LUKE WRIGHT PULLED DOWN. When President Roosevelt established the "open door" policy he meant that it should prevail universally in America and her dominions. Manhood and fitness was to be the test. Luke Wright, governor of the Philippines, thought to add color of cuticle, and forthwith began to apply this to his dusky subjects without let or hindrance to those of high and low degree. The President wisely allowed him to resign rather than "fire him hastily," that he might claim martyrdom to his cause. Works Like Maglc. A little Ozonized Ox Marrow applied to kinky hair makes it straight, smooth and beautiful, just like magic. It is wonderful how quickly and easily it does the work. It gives the hair life and stops it from breaking off or fallling out. Cures dandruff and feeds the roots of the hair, making it grow long and silky. Read what Mr. Joseph J. Wheeler, 14 Simpson street. Dayton, O., says about it in a letter, January 13, 1904: "I am using your Original Ozonized Ox Marrow and find it is superior pomade. It started a new growth of hair on a bald spot and I am sure it will do all you claim." Send us 50 cents and we will mail you a bottle postpaid. Address, Ozonized Ox Marrow Co., 76 Wabash avenue, Chicago, Ill. Will Investigate Charities The first step towards a thorough investigation of all charities and persons soliciting funds for charitable purposes were taken on Tuesday by the executive board of the Associated Charities, and a committee, consisting of H. H. Jacobs, William Lindsay and F. W. Rogers, was appointed to confer with the Merchants and Manufacturers' association and the chamber of commerce, on the question of a joint committee to investigate all institutions and persons engaged in the work of charity. A report will be made at the annual meeting. The editor of The Advocate is in constant touch with this movement and can be relied upon to do his duty without fear or favor. CREAM CITY NOTES. We will be glad to publish news of local and race interest if left at the office, 38 Eighth street, before 6 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. Among Milwaukee's sick this week are: Mrs. Fred Thompson, 257 Seventh street; Mr. Duncan, 426 Wells, and Mr. Robert Maclin, 415 Eighth street. Church members and friends will do well to manifest the spirit of Christ by visiting from time to time. * * * The Household of Ruth in its great bazaar of the holiday week gave to the Cream City lovers of festivities rare, a full feast. Too much praise cannot be given its promoters. It is to be hoped that its membership will be doubled this year. No better set of women have we than those upon the inside of this noble order. Mr. E. J. Porter, formerly second waiter at the Plankinton house, has gone to South Bend to accept a position at the Oliver hotel. His many friends regret to see him leave, but feel sure that success awaits him wherever he may go. * * * Rey. Fox, pastor of Calvary Baptist church, was called to his home at Nashville, Tenn., to attend the bedside of his sick wife. His many friends in the city wish his wife a speedy recovery. Mr. Fox has done great work in building up Calvary church since he has been their pastor. His success along both spiritual and financial affairs has been beyond expectations. *** The members of Calvary Baptist church extend their sincerest thanks to Mr. J. J. Miles for the generous donation given to the church by him. Mr. Miles is one of the most generous and public-spirited citizens that our state affords. He has been instrumental in bringing many needed dollars into coffers of both of our churches, as well as many other charitable deeds. Mr. Miles' charitable work is not confined to the state, but many of the industrial schools throughout the south land have been pulled out of many holes through the instrumentality of him. Well may the race feel proud of Mr. Miles, as no one has done more along the lines of race elevation than he has. He holds the confidence of the white people of the state, and is a strong race man. * * * Mr. P. A. Sample, who is studying law at the University of Michigan, after spending a pleasant holiday vacation in the Cream city will leave Sunday to resume his studies at that institution. Mr. Sample says there are eighteen colored students enrolled there this year, which is an increase over last year. There are just twice as many young ladies of our race in attendance there now as there were last year. Two colored graduates will go out from there this year. Mr. G. B. Scarlett will graduate from the law department and Miss Lyda Pate from the literary department. Mr. Scarlett is a brilliant young man, and a bright future awaits him. Miss Pate is one of Michigan's most talented elocutionists, having already won many laurels as an artist in this field. She will some day take her place as one of the leading Afro-American women of the United States, The Advocate predicts. S. Lillian Coleman is preparing a programme for Douglass day. 忠 忠 忠 Mr. Matt. Parker of 156 Sixth street is rapidly recovering, and is receiving the best of attention by his doctor, wife and friends. * * * Mrs. Fred Thompson of 216 Seventh street is very sick. Two doctors attended her last Sunday. Her friends are doing all they can for her. We hope for a speedy recovery. \* \* \* We are sorry to hear that one of our oldest and respected citizens, Sister Padgett of 66 Tenth street, is very sick. She would be pleased to have any of her friends come and see her at any time. * * * The last week's Advocate is in great demand on the merits of its write-up of the Christmas ball given by the National club. * * * Mrs. Robert Johnson, from Duluth, is a guest in our city, visiting Mrs. W. Coleman. * * * Mr. Robert Mackland of 413 Eighth street, we are sorry to learn at this writing, has had a setback, but with the care of his doctor and friends we hope for a speedy recovery. * * * Thomas Jackson has made a start in the new year. He has renewed his covenant with the Lord. He joined the Calvary Baptist church last night. * * * Mrs. Peter Clark entertained at dinner Sunday, January 31, Mr. and Mrs. Steve Roberson of 716 Wells street, Mrs. Nelson Freeman of 430 Cedar street and PEN PICTURES OF MEN BY REV. D. E. BUTLER. Whatever may be the frailties of the many boys of color at the Plankinton house, they seldom come and go without some character of aid, from that broad-minded, open-hearted and lovable wife of the head waiter of the Plankinton house—Mrs. J. J. Miles. And while Mr. Miles keeps his finger upon the inside pulse and keeps his wife informed, she keeps her fingers on the outside pulse and keeps her husband informed. The charities of this great lover of his race, combined with the many men under him, amounts to nearly $1000 a Mrs. D. E. Butler and Mrs. Goldstone of Tenth street. A delightful and appetizing dinner was served in three courses. The afternoon was spent very pleasantly and each one went home feeling that they had been highly entertained by the host and hostess, Mr. and Mrs. Clark. Mrs. Grace Hawkins, formerly of Chicago, has also joined the Calvary Baptist church. The Advocate extends its congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Chatman Morse, the parents of a bouncing baby boy, who arrived at their home December 12, 1905. A Negro Hater Out for Postmaster. Mr. David C. Owen, the latest candidate for the Milwaukee postmastership, is strongly opposed by the colored people of our city. His attitude towards the race has been something on the order of Tillmanism. The time is ripe for some colored men to hold positions in the postoffice department of our city. With either Stillman or Richardson we are sure a colored man would have an equal chance with a white man to get a position. With Owen as postmaster such a thing would be impossible. Mr. Owen judges a man by the color of his skin rather than skill or ability. We remember it was Owen who opposed making colored men sergeants at arms at the national convention in Chicago. If it is possible for the colored citizens of this city to have any voice or consideration as to who is to be postmaster, they should exert it to thwart the plans and crush the aspirations of this Negro hater Owens. Such men are not needed in this state. The Negro has no well wishes for him. The Advocate prays that the Milwaukee Negroes will be spared from sickening and vomiting from a nauseating administration such as Owen would render. The Advocate shall busy herself working against this jackass, who is braying around in this city for an office that will give him opportunity to continue his malicious race antagonism. Owen is badly afflicted with Negrophobia and we now have an opportunity to give him a good dose of black medicine that will have a convalescent effect on this office seeker who is parading around our town as one worthy of holding an office of trust and confidence for the good people of our city. South Carolina and Mississippi are both sick and belching over Tillman and Vardaman. "Nuff said" to Milwaukee. St. Mark's Notes. St. Mark's church was crowded to its utmost capacity Sunday evening. In the morning the Rev. Herron preached a forceful gospel sermon to a good and patient audience. The Rev. Dr. Reeves, Chicago, failing to reach the city in time, Pastor Butler had to preach at 8:30 and again at 10:30 p.m. At 8:30 he preached from the subject "The Voice of the Street"—Prov. 1, 20, 32. At 10:30 from the subject "Take Fresh Courage" Dent xxxi, 8. More than 400 persons had packed into St. Mark's by the time that the reverend doctor began his discourse, and so forceful, logical and pointed was he in his remarks that for fully twenty minutes his voice and its truths rang like silver and alone. His battlefield, gladiatorial combat, and chariot race pictures were the most vivid descriptions ever hung upon the walls of St. Mark. "The past is covered," said he. "The next round in the prize ring, the next thrust of the gladiator, the next assault on the battlefield. "The stretch" on the race track will tell who has won and who the victor is—what kind of a victor will the sound of the New Year tell the world you are?" When the time came for the vast audience to give its offering the response was quick and generous, and is as follows: Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Miles and Plankinton house boys.....$10.00 General public for the day.....30.24 Total.....$40.24 "Happy New Year" was sung and then came the old-time Methodist handshake. It Straightened Her Hair. Dear Sirs: I enclose 50 cents for one bottle of Ozonized Ox Marrow. I have tried it and it is so wonderful for straightening kinky hair. I recommend it to all my friends.—The above letter was written by Mrs. Ennis Colbert, Vanderbilt, Pa., June 22, 1904. Ozonized Ox Marrow will straighten your hair, too, no matter how kinky it is. It also cures dandruff, stops hair falling and makes the hair grow. Never fails. Warranted harmless. Send us 50 cents and we will mail you a bottle postpaid. Address, Ozonized Ox Marrow Co., 76 Wabash avenue, Chicago, Ill. year. They begin with the holidays and do not stop till the holidays come again. They begin with the poor widow, whose house rent is unpaid, and whose coal bin is empty, and run up to the college president. They begin at home, and run around the continent till they are back again. No worthy cause falls by his frown or staggers by his boot. He runs no church, nor holds a school, but within those under his care, he creates the spirit of give, without which excellency one cannot attain to the fullness of the stature of a man. CHAT WITH THE BARBER. Men Don't Cut Their Own Hair, but Some Trim Their Beards. "No," said the barber. "I never knew of a man that cut his own hair, but I know of a man who trims his own beard. He is a very good customer of mine; I have cut his hair for years, but he trims his own beard. "He wears only a short pointed beard on his chin, trimming the sides of his face closely. He never could get a barber to trim his beard exactly as he wanted it and so he took to trimming it himself. He bought himself a clipper for the sides of his face, and then with a pair of shears he was all equipped. "He trims his beard every day and he makes a pretty good job of it. A barber could tell that it was hand cut, so to speak, but you couldn't tell that now so easily as you could at first, because he's improved in his work, and now he turns out a pretty good job. So there's one man, anyway, that trims his own beard, but I never knew anybody that cut his own hair. "You say you knew a man once that had thirty-one razors, one for every day in the month? Well, that's a good many razors, more than I ever heard of. A good many men have a case of razors, seven, one for every day in the week, and plenty of men own two or three razors. But one razor will do very well if it's a good one. "What about the idea that a man ought to have more than one razor so that he can use a razor one day and then let it rest a day, that a razor improves by resting? Well, I don't take much stock in that idea. "If a man's got a good razor and he's got it in proper condition it will cut and keep on cutting. I've got a customer who shaves himself with the same razor right along, day after day, for six months. Then he brings it in to me to be sharpened, and I put it into proper shape for him, and then he starts in again with it, using it day after day. "Don't I use the same razor many times a day? Sure. What you want is a good razor in good order, and you can shave with such a razor any time." "Difference in razors? Why, certainly. Some razors wear well and keep their edge and some don't. You might buy two razors at the same price at the same time and out of the same stock, razors, very likely, probably, in fact, made at the same time from the same bar of steel, and find them very different. It's in the temper." Finding of a Lost Tribe. At the north end of Hudson bay is an island about the size of the state of Maine, which is called Southampton island, on which has been discovered a lost tribe of Esquimaux, which has been without any intercourse with human beings for centuries and until a few years ago had never seen a white man. Apparently, these people have dwelt here since before the time of Columbus. They are still in the stone age, knowing no metals. They grow no plants, and their homes are built of the skulls of whales. Their huts are built by putting together the great jaws of the whale and covering them over with skins. In the middle of this dwelling is the familiar elevated place on which stands the lamp. With this they cook, light their dwelling, provide warmth, melt snow and dry their clothes. The whale is their chief means of subsistence. They use the bones in a variety of ways, even making their cups and buckets of it, by bending it in shape and sewing on the bottom. The tribe is composed of about fifty-eight individuals, about evenly divided between the sexes. They speak a dialect peculiar to themselves, quite unlike that spoken by any other tribe of Esquimaux. A fact which proves the perfect isolation of the community is evidenced by their ignorance of soapstone. Among other tribes it is the favorite material for pots and kettles, and when they are unable to obtain it in their own neighborhood they will make long pilgrimages, lasting several years, in quest of this material. But as the people of this lost tribe are in ignorance of such a stone they make their receptacles from slabs of limestone, which they glue together in rectangular shapes by mixing deer's blood and grease.—New York Herald. —Mrs. Sarah Noble, a widow of Cincinnati, O., feeds 1000 canaries in her luxurious home in that city. During one of her trips abroad many years ago she purchased and brought here the ancestors of these birds at a cost of $1000. They live in 70 large cages. It costs Mrs. Noble $65 a year to feed her birds, and the most expensive heating and ventilating arrangements obtainable are provided for them. [Name] You Are Cordially Invited to Attend the GRAND MASK AND FULL DRESS BALL Deutscher Masnner-Verein Hall Corner of Eighth and State Sts. MONDAY EVE., JAN. 22d, 1906 Refreshments Will Be Served Music by Prof. Goosman's Popular Quintette ADMISSION 25c Prize Waltz Contest at 12 O'Clock J. D. WALKER, President. The Bible on Football. (Eastern papers are surprised at the announcement that the football team of the Ohio university is studying the Bible.) By searching the Scriptures the football player will find many texts suited to the game and how it should be played. Glance at the list: "They RUSH with one accord." Acts xix. 29. "Many shall RUN to and fro."—Daniel xii., 4. "That my FOOTSTEPS SLIP not." —Psalms xvii., 5. "RUN not to excess."—I. Peter iv., 4. "I will SCATTER them."—Jeremiah xiii., 24. "Thy TACKLING loosed."—Isaiah xxxiii., 23. "TOUCH him not."—Psalms civ., 32. "TRAMPLE them."—Isaiah lxiii., 3. "Require a SIGN" (signal).—I. Corinthians i., 22. "Speak that they go FORWARD."—Exodus xiv., 15. "Time to KILL."—Ecclesiastes iii., 3. Portland Telegram. Burving the Hatchet. The present talk of "burying the hatchet" in local Democratic politics recalls an incident of the Altgeld-Harrison feud in 1898. James W. Orr, the Campaign banker, lately had been elected chairman of the Democratic state committee at the behest of Altgeld, and came to Chicago to manage the state campaign. Then, as now, there was a cry for harmony, and the day following his arrival several of the Chicago papers quoted Orr as declaring that the hatchet would be speedily buried. Mr. Altgeld, on reading the papers, became perturbed and sent for Orr. "Say, Jim, what's this story in the papers about burying the hatchet?" the former governor asked as soon as Orr put in an appearance in the Unity building office. "Are you correctly quoted?" Orr, seeing he had got himself into a difficult place, hesitated for a minute and then answered: "Yes, I told the reporters that the hatchet would be buried, but I meant that it would be buried in the heads of the other fellows." the explanation was satisfactory. Coeducation. A well known university professor has a dilemma in which he is wont to entrap advocates of coeducation. "If you lecture to twenty boys and twenty girls in the same room," he asks, "will the boys attend to the lecture or to the girls?" Of course, the coeducationist, to be consistent, must say that they will listen to the lecture. "Well, if they do," replies the dean, "they are not worth lecturing to."—Harper's Weekly. He Spoiled It All. W. Caryl Ely of Buffalo, the president of the American Street Railway association, was talking at the convention in Philadelphia about motormen's and conductors' adventures. "A conductor came to me with a smiling face the other day," he said. "He wanted to tell me what had happened on an incoming car. "It seem that a middle-aged woman and her little son, a lad of 6 or 7 years, got on the car, and as soon as they were seated the woman took a half dollar out of her pocket and handed it to the youngster to pay the fare with. "The boy held the coin in his small, fat hand, and examined it closely and solemnly. "The conductor appeared for the fares, and the youngster gave him the half dollar with owlish solemnity. "The money was pocketed and 40 cents in change was put in the small, extended hand. "As soon as he got this change the boy laughed, wriggled in his seat, and shouted gleefully: "Oh, ma, he's taken the bad half dollar."—New York Tribune. Just Wonderful. Vestry, Miss., Jan. 1st (Special) The case of Mrs. C. W. Pearson, who resides here is a particularly interesting one. Here is the story told by Mr. Pearson, her husband, in his own words. He says: "My wife's health was bad for a long time. Last July she was taken terrible bad with spasms. I sent for the doctor, and after making a thorough examination of her, he said undoubtedly the cause of her trouble was a disordered state of the Kidneys. His medicine didn't seem to be doing her much good, so as I heard about Dodd's Kidney Pills, I got her a box just to give them a trial. Well, the effect was just wonderful. I saw that they were the right medicine and I got two more boxes. When she had taken these she was so much better that she had increased thirty pounds in weight. She is now quite well, and we owe it all to Dodd's Kidney Pills." Imagination's Limits. "When it comes to the four seasons, give me the autumn for mine," observed the man who was sitting directly in front of the conductor. "I've heard that before," replied his matter-of-fact neighbor on the end. "There's wine in the air, I believe, and a tang that's borne in with the early suspicion of frost, and there's a soft, hazy, dreamy, golden glow resting on the face of nature, while the gorgeously painted leaves that are falling and silently drifting away, like our hopes and ambitions and aspirations, give a melancholy touch to the canvas that invites retrospection and harmonizes with it. The outer shells of the nuts are cracking, the squirrels are chattering and laying in their stores and the shrivelled stacks of cornstalks stand like yellow, worn out sentinels in the brown fields that have yielded their harvests. All that's been written; everything's been written and written pretty badly if the truth must be told. Autumn is great theoretically. You're roaming the woods with a dog and a gun and drinking in its beauties—in your mind. When you hew to the line and foot up the column, the whole business is in your mind. What difference does it make to you whether it's autumn or spring or winter or summer? What do you get out of the changes? A ride in a trolley to business, a short walk to a restaurant at noon and a car ride home. The only gun you see is in the window of a hardware store. Could you load and fire one if you had one—honest? Probably not. A few people; that is, comparatively few people, are free to take advantage of the seasons; but for the most of us who enthuse over them it's the same old grind, whether the weather conditions are one thing or another." "Well, I'm not sorry I have a little imagination anyway," said the first speaker. "The imagination is all right," concluded the matter-of-fact person, "but it won't clothe and feed you and pay rent even if you overwork it."—Providence Journal. Hated to Say. It was on a Rockhill car. The conductor had offered a passenger a smooth dime in change and the latter had refused to accept it. Handing it back after a slight altercation, he said: "Say, what do I look like, anyway?" "Please don't ask me that," replied the conductor quietly. "If I should tell you it would make you fighting mad." All the way down town the passenger wondered what he looked like to the conductor.—Kansas City Times. MALARIA??? Generally That Is Not the Trouble. Persons with a susceptibility to malarial influences should beware of coffee, which has a tendency to load up the liver with bile. A lady writes from Denver that she suffered for years from chills and fever which at last she learned were mainly produced by the coffee she drank. "I was also grievously afflicted with headaches and indigestion," she says, "which I became satisfied were likewise largely due to the coffee I drank. Six months ago I quit its use altogether and began to drink Postum Food Coffee, with the gratifying result that my headaches have disappeared, my digestion has been restored and I have not had a recurrence of chills and fever for more than three months. I have no doubt that it was Postum that brought me this relief, for I have used no medicine while this improvement has been going on." (It was really relief from congestion of the liver caused by coffee.) "My daughter has been as great a coffee drinker as I, and for years was afflicted with terrible sick headaches, which often lasted for a week at a time. She is a brain worker and excessive application, together with the headaches, began to affect her memory most seriously. She found no help in medicines and the doctor frankly advised her to quit coffee and use Postum. "For more than four months she has not had a headache—her mental faculties have grown more active and vigorous and her memory has been restored. "No more tea, coffee or drugs for us, so long as we can get Postum." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason. Read the little book. "The Road to Wellville," in pkgs. BRIEF NOTES OF NOTABLES. Gen. Booth of the Salvation Army has written to King Edward, announcing that George Herring, chairman of the City of London Electric Lighting company, has donated $500,000 to the army to be used in a home colonization scheme, but that the army had engaged to repay this sum in twenty-five annual installments to the King's hospital fund. Joseph H. Choate, who recently was succeeded at the court of St. James as United States ambassador by Whitecaw Reid, in all likelihood will be named by President Roosevelt as chairman of the American delegation to the second Hague peace conference. It is understood that he desired that former President Cleveland should head the delegation, but Mr. Cleveland expressed a disinclination. Former Judge William H. Moore, the well-known financier of New York and Chicago, has the distinction of wearing the most costly overcoat in the United States. It was made to order for him from selected Russian sable fur at a cost of $19,000. Perhaps the nearest approach to it in the way of costly outergarments is the coat worn by Mrs. William B. Leeds, wife of the railroad and steel magnate. The Russian sable coat worn by Mrs. Leeds cost $12,000 and a hat to match it cost $2000. George Poell, county clerk-elect of Grand Island, Neb., has received a letter from President Roosevelt conveying to him the information that the first medal of honor given under the act of Congress approved February 23, 1905, had been awarded to him for conspicuous bravery in saving the life of a child at the risk of his own, and expressing warm commendation for the deed. Mr. Poell, who was a locomotive fireman, ran alongside his engine to the pilot and snatched a little child from the track, saving it from harm, but himself fell under the engine, losing a leg and being otherwise badly injured. Once a typesetter, later a newspaper publisher, there is no better known mining man in the Lake Superior region than John H. McLean, who holds the responsible position of general superintendent of the United States Steel corporation's mines on the Gogebic range, with headquarters at Ironwood, Mich. Mr. McLean came to the Gogebic from Milwaukee in 1899, to accept his present position, previous to which time, from 1881 to 1897. Mr. McLean mastered the printer's trade at Neenah, Wis., and later published The Press at Iron Mountain, Menominee range. It was while in the latter capacity that he drifted into the mining profession, in which he long ago mastered the details. A. South African Kingdom. King Lewanika of Barotseland, in South Africa, made a voyage to England a few years ago in the company of Col. Harding, the British government agent. He was much puzzled by the voyage. "How can we travel by night?" asked the King on one occasion. "There are no lights to steer by, and no land to keep in sight of." Again he asked: "What are those things above my head?" pointing to the life-belts in his cabin. When it was explained that the people put these things on when shipwrecked and they wished to swim to land he replied: "Where is the land to swim to?" The King got seasick. Col. Harding says: "Once when there was more tossing than usual, I, too, felt queer and told the chief. He was delighted and said: 'Well, if you are ill on your own river you can't laugh at me. On my river (meaning the Zambesi) you never feel headache, and your stomach does not move up and down, so I used you better than you use me.'" In Barotseland Col. Harding one day delivered to a native chief a message which King Lewantka had talked into a phonograph. The chief "gazed blankly, wildly, from side to side, looking this way and that, and finally, in spite of rheumatic difficulties, rose to his feet, and stumbling to the table gazed hard and long down the mouth of the trumpet, with the evident lively hope of seeing there his master's head. Not finding it, he turned away dazed, and said: 'How can iron speak? How can it know my language?' Then he added, with the air of one who has solved all difficulties: 'This is witchcraft.' Royal blood in Barotseland has to be accompanied by merit if it amounts to anything. Says Col. Harding: "To be a prince in Barotse in no way assures a high social standing until the same is won by some good work for the state, or by a high character for sobriety, or marked talent of some kind."—Chicago News. What May Happen This Year. Here are Spangler's prophecies for 1906: Rebellion in Spain. The assassination of the Czar of Russia A destructive eruption of Mount Vesuvius The assassination of the Sultan of Turkey. Volcanic eruptions in all parts of the world. Desiructive spring floods in the United States. The activity of Mount Pelee and Popocatepetl. Destruction of two western cities by cyclones. The prevention of three wars by President Roosevelt. Destructive earthquakes in California and the Philippines. The eruption of many volcanoes now supposed to be extinct. posed to be extinct. That God will wreak terrible vengeance upon the Russians for the massacre of the Jews. That the United States will continue as a world power and the leader of other nations. Spangler says further that the summer of 1906 will be hot and sultry throughout the temperate zone, with extensive death rate. That Pennsylvania is to have an administration of the people and that discoveries of corruption will be discovered which will drive some of the guilty to suicide. That Christ will make his spirit felt among the peoples of the United States and England, in which countries there are to be fervent religious and potent political movements which are to overcome in a great degree the present spirit of graft and commercialism. From Cattle Ranges to Farms. The last payment on eight sections of land to be cut up into farms in the Panhandle county of Moore has just been turned into the Texas treasury. This and similar lands, to be bought for the same purpose, will be so much taken from the cattle ranges, but, as people are finding out that that part of the state is good for the man with the plow and the harvesting machine, the cattle will have to go to other pastures. It may not be long before the Panhandle of Texas becomes as populous and as well tilled as Oklahoma.-St. Louis Republic. A Curious Trade The trade of tooth-stainer is peculiar to eastern Asia. The natives prefer black teeth to the whiter kind, and the tooth-stainer, with a little box of brushes and coloring matter, calls on his customers and stains their teeth. RESPONSE "I can call spirits from the vasty deep." Owen. Glendower. From a void beyond the sun— Neither night nor day is there, Nothing to be lost or won, Nothing foul and nothing fair, Neither garlands are, nor scars, Sense is fled and spirit numb— From a desert 'mid the stars, Since you called me, I have come! Learn we may not, nor can teach, Joy we know not, neither fear, Vacant gaze we each on each, None is dreaded, none is dear— Sight there's not, nor is there sound, Save the mighty spheric hum— But your cry that thunder drowned, You have called, and I have come! Once an age a comet tears Ruthless through our filmy files— Then we shudder, for it bears Millions off a million miles. And each further league of space Adds unto our blankness' sum— I was not exiled past grace— When you called me, I could come! Bold were you, and overbold Thus to jar a soul at peace— Know you not the belis were knolled Cycles since for my release? What was man is mingling now With the Mother, crumb by crumb— Did you pause to question how, If you called me, I must come? Oh! it was a fearsome way! Groan I could not, nor could bleed, Neither could I weep or pray, Dizzy with that frightful speed— Oh! the pang to mix again With the gross earth-atmosphere, With the reek of fog and fen— But you called, and I am here! -Julia Ditto Young in The Century WILL GODFREY'S LAST LEAP. It was a sultry afternoon in the middle of August. The hot air, which had a slight haze, hung like a transparent curtain of light and heat. The couch on which Will Godfrey had lair ever since his hunting accident in the spring had a view of a flower garden richly decked with scarlet and gold, and beyond it of the sun-scored park where oaks, clips and chestnuts spread great branches, clad in the tintless foliage of late summer. The deer were huddled together in the shade; there was little sign of stirring life, all Nature seemed asleep. The doctor was sitting near Will. His eyes at the present moment were so full of sorrow that he dared not raise them. There had been a consultation that morning with a great London surgeon, and the result was supposed to be favorable—life might possibly be prolonged under certain conditions. Will was a man of almost gigantic build. He looked like Goliath laid low, Goliath dying by inches instead of by one swift stroke from his own sword. "How long will this go on, doctor?" he said, abruptly, looking at his friend with great wistful eyes. The doctor did not speak for a moment. He raised his eyes, but not to his patient's face; they wandered round the room, the walls of which were full of pictures of hunting scenes. There was a certain monotony about the subject—horses everywhere in various attitudes. In front of the couch, just on a level with Will's eyes, was a photograph of the last winner of the Derby. A little further on to the left was another picture of an accident in the hunting field—a man lying on his back with his neck broken, and a horse standing over him. "How long will this go on?" he repeated insistently. "It may be for months—even for years. You are suffering from creeping paralysis, but that is often very slow." "There is no hope of recovery, not even of partial recovery, doctor?" "God knows I wish there were; that's one of the hardest parts of a doctor's life, the being unable to do more than patch up a magnificent frame like yours." "There was a rabbit once, half-killed and quivering—we knocked it on the head and put it out of its pain; we didn't leave it in its misery, we didn't feed it up to prolong the anguish. And the very horse which fell with me, whose legs were broken, was shot, that very hour; it wasn't left to linger. Man is less cruel than God. Man understands—God does not." "Hush," said the doctor gently. He was a man of great reverence of thought and feeling. "You have something to comfort you," he added, after a painful pause; "there is your wife. Some men in your condition are left to hired nurses. I never saw any one so eager to find new ways of cheering you. She was asking me today about chess; she wishes me to teach her the game." Evelyn Godfrey came in at that moment, a beautiful woman with a singularly young, girlish face and an extraordinary expression of vitality. She was pale, with a soft, creamy paleness, and had black eyebrows and intensely gray black-fringed eyes. She waited till the doctor had gone, and then knelt down by her husband and stroked his hand. was thought an idle man, wasn't I Lyn?" he said, softly, smiling at her—oh, what a sad smile it was!—"but I made a business of sport and active games; there was no season of the year when time hung heavy on my hands. There was hunting in the winter and early spring, fly fishing in May, grouse shooting in August, partridge and pheasant shooting afterwaard, and between whiles golf." "Doesn't it hurt you to talk about it?" said Lyn, with a break in her voice. "No—it's the only comfort I have. I never knew I had such a strong imagination. I shut my eyes and see the very scenes where I have been so happy—the golf links, the meet at the crossroads, the moor, the covers—but sometimes all the pictures run into one another like a kaleidoscope." "Shall I read to you?" said Lyn, gently. "No—talk to me. You're a good woman, Lyn, aren't you? "I don't know," she answered tremulously. "I was a very happy woman—till last spring." "Do you know what I said to the doctor?" "I spoke of a rabbit that had been wounded to death, whose condition was hopeless. I said if a man saw that animal he would immediately put it out of its pain; he would be thought a brute if he didn't. The mere brutes are better off than men—they're not allowed to live when existence means torture. And yet the two cases can't be compared for suffering; the brute has a certain amount of physical pain, but that's all; it has no imagination to paint pictures of never- --- to-be-had-again delight, no highly strung nerves to increase its agony tenfold." But the mere brute isn't taken care of, nursed tenderly," said Lyn. "That's only a refinement of cruelty when there's no hope. Little woman," he went on, gravely looking at her with very kind eyes, "you married a strong man, fond of sport, full of the joy of living, to whom life meant health and strength and a roaring good time, this cripple lying on a stretcher is really a stranger to you." "Ah, don't say that," she cried, imploringly, stretching out her hands. "It must be true. I'm a stranger to myself. I can't imagine myself chained to this stretcher unable to move without pain. It's not Will Godfrey who is lying here—no, Will Godfrey is the man I think about in my dreams, leaping the ditches on a chill spring morning, or marching over the grouse moors with a gun—not this corpse of a man, dead to everything he loved." "But am I nothing to you?" sobbed poor Lyn, who felt that her cup of angrish was indeed full. "I'm not, so to say a good man," Will went on dreamily. "Churchgoing bored me, and that's the truth. I went because you liked it, darling, and because it was the right thing for the squire at the hall, example, and that all; but I was confoundedly bored—I've nothing to cheer me now. I mean nothing irreverent, though perhaps it doesn't bear speaking about; but if I thought I was going anywhere where they'd understand—if I was going to a fellow who would be sorry for me, and make me happy in a way that I care about—if—if I might even go on dreaming about the sport; things are deucedly real in a dream, Lyn! I vow last night I saw the meet clear and distinct—the bare trees and the hedges standing out against a yellowish sky—and I was coming up with the rest, tearing, galloping in a mad sort of way—and it was real, Lyn, much more real than this—" At that moment the two were interrupted by the entrance of Priscilla Stainforth. Will's aunt, his mother's sister. She was a terrible woman, with a genius for administering spiritual consolation to her relations and friends at supreme moments in their lives. With the best of motives, she made herself extremely objectionable, and in time of trouble and difficulty was avoided like the plague. She had called very often for the purpose of seeing Will, but had been refused admission. On the present occasion she entered the bedroom uninvited, and advanced to the couch. There had been no time to make any preparations for her arrival. The table was strewn with papers of a sporting character, a yellow-backed novel lay on the pillow. "Will, I could not restrain myself; I was obliged to come," she said, with almost piteous earnestness. "You are my own sister's child. Could I ever forgive myself if I neglected my duty toward you at such a time? You have led a selfish, pleasure-seeking life, but it's not too late to seek for mercy." She paused, and looked at Evelyn. "Where is your Bible?" she said, sorrowfully. "I see sporting papers in profusion, but not the one Book which will give your husband comfort. The river of death is very near, Will," she went on solemnly; "it flows at the bottom of the valley. Soon you will be at the margin. I hear the time is prolonged in which to prepare for the crossing. I beeseech you, use it well." "Go away, Aunt Priscilla," said Evelyn fiercely. "Go away—leave him to me. Will, do you remember father?" Will looked at his wife, and his face lighted up. "He was a good man, a saint upon earth. There's no one could throw a stone at father. I am the youngest and quite different from all the rest, and people said I was fast because I liked hunting and sports of all kinds, and some one spoke to father and said that it was a scandal that an Evangelical clergyman's daughter should care for such things. And father"—Evelyn's voice broke—"he took me into his study—I was 17 then—and he made me tell him just how I felt, and he said I had my grandfather's blood in my veins. (Grandfather had lived in the bush, and that was where father was born.) And father said it would be cruel to stifle all the desires and instincts which were mine by nature, and, as you know, I used to go to the meets, and it was there I met you. Will." She paused a moment, out of breath, trying to choose the right words for the many thoughts which crowded in. "I want to try to remember what father said—the very words; they were something like this: He said he could understand because he was my father, and that was why God understood. He knows all about us through and through, and He wishes us to be our best selves, as we are. You are a sportsman and an outdoor man, and He cares for you like that, and He'll make you happy in your own way, not in some one else's way. And you don't want any teaching about some things. You don't want to be trained not to be cruel or to give needless pain. You're a sportsman every inch of you, and there'll be something for you to do—I swear it; you may be taught other things, but you'll have that. You won't have crushed out of you what makes you yourself. You are not responsible any more than I was responsible. He cares. He understands!" After that Will lay quite still with his eyes half closed. In a few minutes he was fast asleep, breathing regularly like a child. It was evidently a happy slumber. He was dreaming, and the dream was vivid and intensely real. His lips were curved in an almost joyful smile. After a short interval he began to speak. "The mare is fresh today. Evelyn." he murmured in his sleep. "This is our first rue together since my accident. Oh, it's good to be well!" "Yes," she answered, in a low, clear voice, which had a ring of laughter in it. "It's good to be riding together again, you and I, you on the Black Princess and Lon Star." But the radiant look vanished, a shadow crossed her husband's face like the wing of a dark cloud. His Aunt Priscilla's words were evidently haunting him. "The river," he murmured, in a distressed tone of voice. "I'm close to it now." "Leap it!" she cried, suddenly. "You can do it. I'm certain. Why, I could do it. Will!" Only for an instant did Will hesitate. Then his expression changed to a joyous ecstasy of resolve. "By Jove! I'll have a try, Lyn," he whispered, still in his sleep. He raised his head with eager expee- tancy, his left hand was outstretched, grasping invisible reins. His pulse gave one tremendous bound. It was the last. His head fell quietly back—his left hand relaxed its hold. His lips still smiled! It was a smile of triumph. Will Godfrey had leaped!—London Onlocker. FINED FOR SMOKING ON STAGE. All in the Play, but Made No Difference to Mexican Police. The law against smoking in theaters is being strictly applied, and there is no respect of persons in the matter. On Tuesday night almost the entire personnel of the actor folks of the Renacimiento theater were marched off to thecemisaria. The play for the evening was "Zaza." In the first act Zaza, who is a play-actress seen behind the scenes, is instructed in the book to light a cigarette and to smoke as if she was used to it and enjoyed it. The other actors, taking their cue from the leading lady, also light up, and a halo of smoke rises over them. Heretorefore they have carried out the stage directions in this regard to the letter. When the governor of the federal district, Senor Giullermo de Landa y Escandon, recently ordered the strict enforcement of the law against smoking in theaters, even by the actors on the stage, Senor Cardona, the manager of the company, feared that the staging of "Zaza" would be hurt to some extent. He states that he therefore applied for a special permission in this case, promising that all due precautions would be taken, and understood that the written permission was to be sent him. As soon as the whole party had begun to smoke on the stage on Tuesday night the police officer who was on guard went behind the scenes and announced that at the end of the play he would take them all to the commisaria. When the hour came, however, an exception was made for Senora Virginia Fabregas herself, on one of the others promising to pay her fine. Senores Cardona, Haro, Calyo, Solares, Pardave, Sanchez, Carrillo, Junquera and Cervantes were all brought to the Third precinct police station and were let go only when each paid his fine.—Mexican Herald. The Advance of Cholera. The sudden appearance of cholera in eastern Prussia and the presence of sixty or more cases of the disease among Russian emigrants in Hamburg awaiting transportation to America gives cause not for popular alarm but for increased watchfulness on the part of our sanitary guardians. Epidemiologists have for some time been watching this gradual advance of cholera from the east on one of its periodical incursions into western Europe. The movement began in the latter part of 1899. Eastward the disease advanced from India rapidly, invading China and Japan. From Hongkong it passed to the Philippines, working havoc in Manila and the provinces despite the best efforts of the medical officers of the army and marine hospital service. Its progress westward through Arabia and Persia into Russia has been more gradual. Cholera appeared in Mecca in 1902, and thence spread throughout the Mussulman world, being heard of in Egypt, Asia Minor and Persia, finally establishing itself firmly in Teheran. From this point it followed the caravan routes into Anatolia, Transcaucasia and Transcaspia, thence reaching the banks of the Volga. Here it rested for nearly eighteen months, being restrained by some mysterious influence, the nature of which students of epidemics have never yet discovered, and only now has it resumed its march westward. Why should it have remained so long in Russia and then suddenly crossed the frontier? Raftsmen were coming down the Vistula, past Thorn and Kulm, and emigrants were leaving Poland and western Russia for Hamburg and Bremen, sailing thence for New York, but the disease remained behind. The Russian health officials did as little to throttle the epidemic then as they are doing now, and the communication between the Volga, where the cholera hibernated, and the Vistula down which it is now journeying into Prussia, was just as free in the summer of 1904 as in that of 1905, but the infection refused to spread. Suddenly it takes a start and Europe awakes to the peril of a cholera invasion. Epidemiologists tell us that the conditions which retard or accelerate the progress of this disease are climatic conditions, but this is only a term to cloak ignorance. Pottenkofer's sub-soil water theory is just as satisfactory and no more intelligible. That there is some influence which affects the virulence of the comma bacillus, or which determines a greater or lesser power of resistance in the human subject, must be admitted, but whether this influence is atmospheric or telluric or neither, it still remains a mystery.—Medical Record. The Uses of Newspapers Our newspapers are doubtless awful things, but we could ill spare them. It is true—whether Prof. Morse said so or not—that most of them devote much space to murder and baseball, for neither of which subjects the cultivated reader cares much, though it is astonishing how the interest in murder keeps up with the less cultivated average reader, common though it has become, sad to say. But it is in dealing with other forms of crime that the labors of the press are more valuable. Only the newspapers—and nowadays some of the other periodicals—have a constant and sustained interest in showing up misgovernment, frauds on the people, graft, breach of trust, and man's various forms of dextrous inhumanity to man. Newspapers make reforms possible, and when the reforms come, help greatly to make them successful. The considerable body of our fellow citizens who find "steal and let steal" a good enough maxim for the conduct of life could live up to it far more successfully if it were not for the newspapers. Our newspapers might be much better; they could easily be made more to the taste of people of taste; but their unlovely crying of crime, disagreeable as it is, is an exceedingly important public duty, and in their faithfulness and veracious fortitude in keeping it up lies really the biggest part of our hope of a higher standard of honesty in public and private life. There is hope for any kind of rascality as long as it can be kept out of the papers.—Harper's Weekly. An Appetizer. Dinner was a little late. A guest asked the hostess to play something. Seating herself at the piano, the good woman executed a Chopin nocturne with precision. She finished, and there was still an interval of waiting to be bridged. In the grim silence she turned to an old gentleman on her right and said. "Would you like a sonata before dinner?" He gave a start of surprise and pleasure. "Why, yes, thanks!" he said. "I had a couple on my way here, but I think I could stand another."—Harper's Weekly. The average age at which women marry in civilized countries is said to be 22 years and a half. THE SCIENCE OF LIVING. Dr. George F. Butler Tells How to Eat and How to Assimilate. Dr. George F. Butler, medical superintendent of the Alma Springs Sanitarium, Alma, Mich., in the October number of "How to Live," gives some interesting as well as sensible rules for acquiring and keeping health. He says: "Without we eat and drink, we die! The provocative to do both rests with the appetite, which, in process of time, becomes a very uncertain guide: for the palate will often induce a desire and relish for that which is most mischievous and indigestible. The old saying of 'eat what you like' is now shunned by everybody of 20 years' experience. Still, without appetite, it is a very difficult affair to subsist—for the pleasure depends chiefly upon the relish. The relish may become, as has been stated, a vitiated one, but it is quite possible to make the stomach, by a little forbearance and practice, as enamored of what is wholesome and nutritious as of that which is hurtful, and not concoctible." Again he says: "The delicate should feed carefully, not abundantly; it is not quantity which nourishes, but only that which assimilates." "Be careful of your digestion" is the keynote of the doctor's argument. He says: "Health in man, as in other animals, depends upon the proper performance of all the functions. These functions may be shortly said to be three: (1) tissue change; (2) removal of waste; (3) supply of new material. For the activity of man, like the heat of the fire by which he cooks his food, is maintained by combustion; and just as the fire may be prevented from burning brightly by improper disposition of the fuel, or imperfect supply of air, and as it will certainly go out if fresh fuel is not supplied, and may be choked by its own ashes, so man's activity may be lessened by imperfect tissue change, and may be put an end to, by an insufficient supply of new material and imperfect removal of waste products. "We should see to it that free elimination is maintained, for the ashes must be kept out of the system in order to have good health. The skin, kidney and bowels must do their eliminative work properly. If the bowels occasionally become torpid, try to regulate them with exercise and proper food, such as fruits, green vegetables, salads, cereals, corn, whole wheat or graham bread, fish, poultry, light soups, etc. Plenty of water is also valuable, and a glass full of cold or hot water the first thing upon rising in the morning will aid much in overcoming constipation. Regular habit, cold baths and massage are very efficacious. In case the constipation does not yield to these hygienic measures, some simple, harmless laxative may be required, such as California Syrup of Figs—a non-irritating preparation of senna in fig syrup—Laxative mineral waters are beneficial in some cases, but not to be employed continually. "Above all be an optimist, keep the heart young. Cultivate kindness, cheerfulness and love, and do not forget that 'we shall pass through this world but once. Any good thing, therefore, that we do, or any kindness that we show to any human being, let us do it now. Let us not defer it or neglect it, for we shall not pass this way again.'" Did a Friendly Turn. Booth Tarkington was talking about Burns, whose poetry he admires. "In a beer hall, one night," he said, "I saw a bust of Burns. "He added, 'some men and said, "I turned to a young man and said: "‘Who is that?’ "‘Burns,’ he answered, without hesitation. "And what?' said I, 'did Burns do to "And what,' said I, 'did Burns do to entitle him to a bust?" entitle him to a bust? "Why, he—he—oh, he died," said the young man, yawning. "But his companion was a Scot. This Scot, as he filed his whisky glass, sneered and said: 'Burns' death alone wouldn't have sufficed for his commemoration in bronze and marble. Burns was a poet, gentlemen. Furthermore, he was a good fellow. Let me tell you something that should endear him to such minds as yours.' "Once in Dumfries, Burns had the job of gauger. He went about from public house to public house, seeing that a good, pure grade of whisky was served. And he was supposed, too, to keep his eye open for unlicensed houses—to see that no "speak easies," as we call them flourished in Dumfries. "And did he do it? Did he, indeed? There's a fond Dumfries tradition that, sneaking hurriedly into the back door of a prosperous "speak easy" one afternoon, Burns whispered excitedly to the owner, a widow: "Kate, woman, are ye mad? The supervisor and me will be raidin' ye in half an hour."—New York Tribune. Catarrh Cannot Be Cured with LOCAL APPLICATIONS, as they cannot reach the seat of the disease. Catarrh is a blood or constitutional disease, and in order to cure it you must take internal remedies. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, and acts directly on the blood and mucous surfaces. Hall's Catarrh Cure is not a quack medicine. It was prescribed by one of the best physicians in this country for years and is a regular prescription. It is composed of the best tonics known, combined with the best blood purifiers, acting directly on the mucous surfaces. The perfect combination of the two ingredients is what produces such wonderful results in curing Catarrh. Send for testimonials free. F. J. CHENEY & CO., Props., Toledo, O. Sold by Druggists, price 75c. Take Hall's Pills for constipation. A Vegetarian Danger. In some respects vegetarians suffer more than meat eaters from uric acid poisoning, seeing that beans, peas, lentils and peanuts contain twice as much of the poison as meat. The natives of India suffer greatly from uric acid diseases, owing to the quantity of dahl (lentils) they eat. Other natives who avoid dahl are almost entirely free.—Dr. Haig in London Mail. Improved Wood Staining. Wood is now stained before it is seasoned, instead of making the artificial coloration the last process. The sap is driven out of the wood under pressure, and it is forthwith transformed into mahogany, rosewood, and walnut before it dries. A GUARANTEED CURE FOR PILES. Itching, Blind, Bleeding Protruding Piles. Druggists are authorized to refund money if PAZO OINTMENT falls to cure in 6 to 14 days. 50c. —The manuscript of Swinburne's "First Book of Ballads" has been sold for $1000. GOSSIP FOR THE LADIES. Earth-Born My soul, like wheeling swallows in the rain, Flies low—hies low— Unto the roofs wherein desires remain And earthy lusts, like slow-fed embers, clow. Nor skies beyond gray clouds aspire to know My soul, like wheeling swallows in the rain. My soul, like swallows, builds her nest and Lides Under low eaves. Within whose shelter, guarding, love re- dies. feeds— Changelings, that flesh by fettered spirit breeds— My soul, like swallows, builds her nest and bide. My soul, like restless swallows, <nows her wings. Hears the air cry— The wide free air, where, <lighter, the lark sings. And ever bends to lure her the blue sky, And ever call the clouds that idle by. My soul, like restless swallows, knows her wings. —Louise Driscoll in the Critic. Women as Guides. With the advent of the woman of leisure into the hunting field a new profession has been opened up to the woman who has to earn her own living. Women hunters want women guides, even when there are men in the party, and there is now a great demand for such services in the woods of Maine, although up to the present time only three women have registered for the work. They are in constant demand and get good pay, with the addition of occasional handsome presents from their wealthy patrons. The guide's business is to put his or her patrons on the track of game or fish, and to see that the game laws are observed. She finds the hunting grounds or fishing waters, prepares the camp, makes the fires, does the cooking and relieves the hunters of all drudgery. She must also see that the campfires do not ignite the surrounding timber, and must make an annual report to the game commissioner. There are hundreds of women, it is said, in the backwoods of Maine who are qualified for such work, and as the annual influx of women hunters increases many of them are sure to find their way into this field. These women, reared in the woods, know every lake and stream and every forest path and woodland trail, and have grown up with rifle, rod and paddle in their hands. The first woman to register as a guide in Maine, Miss Cornelia T. Crosby, of Phillips, Franklin county, had previously attained much prominence as a hunter and guide, and was known to sportsmen all over the country. She had for years contributed to sporting papers over the nom de plume of "Fly Rod," and at every sportsmen's exhibition in Boston and New York, as well as in the cities of Maine, her log cabin and her extensive fishing and shooting outfit were familiar features. From her earliest years Miss Crosby has been a hunter and angler. In childhood she whipped the trout pools of Franklin county with a success that excited the envy of city anglers with costly tackle, and later she won at the Rangeleys and elsewhere such success with the square tailed trout and the big landlocked salmon as to arouse the admiration of men who thought they knew the whole book of fishing. She is said to be the only woman who ever killed a caribou in Maine, and the deer she has killed may be numbered by the hundreds. A few years ago Miss Crosby had the misfortune to sustain a serious injury to her knee, and has since been obliged to abandon the life of the woods. But she still writes on her favorite subject, and her home under the shadow of Mount Blue, filled with the spoils of the chase, is a rendezvous for the hundreds of sportsmen whom she has guided through the Maine woods or met at sportsmen's exhibitions. Mrs. J. S. Freese of Riverton Argyle hunts and "guides" for the love of it, for her husband is in comfortable circumstances and she is not obliged to earn her own living. Last winter she tracked a bear to his lair in a hollow tree, and, having shot him, she tanned his skin and had it made into a handsome set of furs, which she now wears with great pride. Mrs. Freese, it is said, can shoot or catch anything that moves on the earth beneath, or the heaven above, or the waters under the earth, and she can paddle a canoe like an Indian. She has a most interesting hunting lodge furnished with hand-made furniture and ornamented with deer antlers, moose horns, birds' wings, rabbitts' paws and all the odd things that can be found in the woods. Miss Ethel Harlow of Dead River is another woman who has taken to the woods for the love of it. Miss Harlow was an adept in woodcraft before she was out of short skirts and was in the habit of spending much of her time in the woods for her own amusement before there were any opportunities for doing it as a matter of business. As soon as the registered guide system was introduced she applied for a license, and has since had all she could do during the hunting season.—New York Tribune. The Arrangement of Rooms. One of the perplexing questions of house furnishing is the arrangement of the furniture; how to place the various pieces in order to obtain the best results. If the room under consideration is the library, where shall the bookcases stand? Where place the reading table? How to locate the chairs? If the room is the dining room, how arrange sideboard and serving table and other pieces so that comfort for the family and convenience for the servants are obtained? If the room is a sleeping apartment, how dispose the furniture, so that light, air and privacy are secured? Oftentimes when the library, living room and dining room are faultless, the bedrooms of the house are lacking in any plan or forethought in the arrangement of the furniture. The bed faces a window, making sleep impossible after sunrise, or the dressing table is in a dark corner where little light is obtained. Something is lacking in the general scheme. Guest rooms are usually the greatest offenders against comfort, for they are seldom occupied by the members of the family, and thus their various shortcoming are unnoticed. A postite guest does not care to draw attention to the negligence of his hostess or the oversight of the architect. The latter is, of course, not responsible for the location of the furniture, unless he has provided insufficient wall space, which is an occasional architectural sin. Where a room is so cut up by doors and windows that the only available space for the bed is opposite the window the architect is largely to blame. If the exposure be an eastern one the annoyance is deep-seated. Heavy shades are seldom sufficient to shut out the early morning sun. Again, in shutting out the sun the direct means of air may be cut off also. Another fault, common to many bedrooms, lies in the senseless placing of the fixtures. Possibly the room is lighted by a small chandelier with four burners. In addition, there are doubtless side- lights. It is in the placing of the latter that comfort is disregarded. Two lights are the common appropriation, and these usually decorate the side wall, which is least broken by openings. The sole purpose of these lights is, presumably, to give illumination for comfortable dressing. The dressing table is placed so as to get the best light by day. The fixtures are as far as possible from this point. A little forethought might have located the two together. Another serious fault in bedrooms is the lack of privacy in the placing of the furniture. The open door reveals the whole arrangement. The bed and the dressing table, if possible, should be so located that they are invisible from the hall. In the other rooms of the house, good taste and common sense go hand in hand. It is less easy to go astray in the dining room, for pieces are often built in, or, lacking this scheme, plain spaces are left for sideboard and serving table. In the living room, book and magazine tables should be placed so as to receive light, chairs for reading should be near at hand, and bookcases, not too high for easy access, should line the walls. Comfort and convenience are the handmaidens of a well furnished house-both of far greater importance than expense and luxury.-House Beautiful. Illusions of Femininity "It is perfectly hideous, but she thinks it isn't, and she is so happy with it, and fancies she has made the greatest bargain of her life." We have heard that sort of thing more than once. In our extreme youth people who ought to know better impress upon us that on our way through life we have to choose between the right and the wrong thing. We believe them, and think that so long as we choose to do the right thing there is nothing more to be said. But as we grow older it is somewhat startling to find that on many occasions we have to choose, not between right and wrong, but between two wrongs, and our early training appears inadequate to cope with the situation, does it not? What are we to do—I am not propounding a "hard case," but one falls into the habit of asking conundrums now and again—what are we to do in the above matter? Tell the poor thing she is a guy and prevent her making a fool of herself and distressing the artistic susceptibilities of the man in the street, thereby making her lose faith in her appearance, her taste, her precious bargain (triumph of triumphs, as we all know)? You see, we have to do one or the other, speak or be silent. Well, I hope I am not a coward (though I am never quite sure), and I think I would rather leave her in blissful ignorance. An illusion is not the only thing that gets shattered sometimes. So let it be silence—for once. After all, it is our illusions that keep us going. There are many women who think they can wear a certain mode—no, they do not think so, they are perfectly sure of it. And, being perfectly sure, they wear it, and their supreme confidence enables them to carry it off successfully. Do we not all know the woman who is not really pretty, but who has succeeded in convincing the world in general, as well as herself, that she is? If you are cruelly critical, and "pick her to pieces," you will find that not a real point remains, not a good feature, not a charm of coloring or outline. Yet she has made up her mind to be pretty, she believes it, she dresses like it, she behaves as if she were, and she succeeds in being thought pretty by the majority. She carries it off triumphantly. It is not what she really looks, it is what people think she looks, that matters. (Of what use would it be if one were really lovely and nobody thought so?) These two instances are successful illusions.—Mrs. Evan Nepean in The Pilgrim. The Tactless Girl. She is the girl who says the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place. She always drives a round peg into a square hole, and wonders why there are odd vacancies staring at her from every direction. Frequently her friends come to her aid, and fill up the blank corners with a quality the girl herself cannot command. For she is the tactless girl, says the Valley Magazine. It is almost pathetic, at times, to watch her disentangle herself from one social knot only to become hopelessly fastened in another. She jumps from the proverbial frying pan into the fire and back again, arousing sympathy in the hearts of her friends and joy in those of her enemies. It is the tactless girl who, when she is talking with a man below the average height, tells him how she admires a tall, herculean physique. She tells the blonde girl that the only true beauty, to her mind, is the brunette type. If she is conversing with anyone whose daughter or son cloped with the laundress or ran away with a circus rider, she stumbles upon the subject of romantic marriages, and wonders why her vis-a-vis seems bored or uncomfortable. She never notices that she is persisting in an unwelcome topic, but wanders on, tactlessly. She is permitted to look at a portrait of her hostess—a work of art, perhaps, and the pride of the woman whose features it flatters. "Oh," exclaims the tactless girl, without thinking, "it must have been copied from a photograph taken several years ago." In the same unthinking manner she tells the man whose wife is his particular joy, but who runs the gamut of conspicuous colorings in her gowns, that the truly well dressed woman never wears brilliant shades, but adheres to the most conservative tones in her toilettes. Then she wonders why he scrutinizes all the women in the room and compares them with his wife. Exchange. A neighbor and I have been carrying on an exchange that we think amounts to more than some exchanges we have heard of. We each have two little folks and we each do our own housekeeping. One afternoon of every week I look after all four while my neighbor goes shopping, calling, or does something with which her little ones would interfere. And once a week my children stay at my neighbor's a few hours while I have that time wholly free. We have no set day of the week, nor do we always take our afternoon, or forenoon, whichever happens, but we arrange a day ahead always, and if I am sewing the day the four are my company I have found that four pairs of hands would willingly "help" me if I supplied bright colored double threads all around, and a quantity of waste scraps. I cannot say that I ever accomplish much when I have the children to see to, nor does my friend, but the four play well together and are not the bother one might think, and what a relief it is to have a whole afternoon to shop, with no one to bother and knowing that the children are as safe as in my sight! The youngest child in this "exchange" is 3 and the oldest 6. I do not suppose every woman who reads these lines has a neighbor whose children she would wish hers with, or of whose care she would feel so confident, but I doubt not that many could arrange an exchange who have not thought of it.—Good Housekeeping. When Nature Rebels. Why is nervous prostration increasing so rapidly? Why is it no longer singular to hear of men and women in their prime, breaking under the spell of life's cares and trials? Perhaps it is the pace. We are all in a tremendous hurry to get somewhere; we cannot take the road in a leisurely fashion; haste possesses us and drives us like fury incarnate. Perhaps it is the dominance of worry. Not all the philosophy in the world can keep from worry a man who has a note in bank and not any money to pay it, or who has a mortgage on his farm and fears it will be foreclosed. And if a boy or a girl is set on a course that maturity sees can lead only to disaster, parental hearts cannot avoid worry. And worry kills joy and ages people fast. But, to very many, nervous exhaustion would not come if they held up in time and took a short rest. When long rests cannot be had short rests give nature a chance. Nature rebels like an overdriven steed when she never is considered; but her powers of recuperation are wonderful, and if men only relax she will give them a helping hand. Our stout forefathers had hard times, but they did not have nervous exhaustion. We have easier times, and break sooner than we ought. There must be a reason. Perhaps it is lack of faith in God. Accepting his plan in one's life, one cannot but be sure He will bring order out of chaos and light out of darkness.—Detroit News Tribune. The Supersensitive Woman If you happen to know a woman of the supersensitive type you are doubtless tempted to call her by a harsher name than that. Pettish, self-seeking, malicious, fiendish, all seem to be words more nearly describing her uncomfortable transgression. "I don't see why I am always slighted; always left till last to be consulted; never written to; never visited, when you come within a block of my door; always overlooked and ignored." These are the moans with which the supersentitive woman makes her family and friends miserable. When she was a girl she was always suffering from fancied slights. All her life she will continue to distress herself by imagining unkindnesses intentionally directed at her. Her old age will be pevish and unlovely, embittered to herself and all about her by fretful complaints and moping. Supersentiveness like this is simply an exaggerated form of selfishness and vanity. If the morbidly sensitive woman thought less about herself and more about others she would have no time for conjuring up supposed slights. If she were not so bent upon occupying the center of the stage, in her own imagination, she would speedily discover that she was not at all a target for unkindness, but just one of the many upon whom the world is ready to smile if she will smile upon the world. Hints on the Winter Window Garden. Select plants suitable for window culture and those adapted to the amount of sunshine available. Blooming plants afford most pleasure in a small collection. Those which have been blooming all summer in the garden will yield few flowers in winter. Abutilons, begonias of the right varieties, double petunias, primroses, oxalis, nicotiana, geraniums if you have room, an orange and a rose or two, a canna flamingo if you have room. A Boston fern makes a good decorative plant, because of its rapid growth, or a Latania Borbonica or a Kentia. Do not begin with a seedling. The rubber plant is a beauty for a single specimen, and bears dust, gas, heat—almost anything but overwatering in winter and freezing. Give such plants roomy pots, rich soil and generous treatment. Keep plants free from insects. Keeping them clean will do it. Keep the soil free from worms. Woodsoot tea will do this. Do not starve them. A teaspoonful of boneflour to a five-inch pot, worked into the soil once a month and followed by an immediate watering, just enough to wash it down well into the soil, will nourish them. Do not crowd them. Turn them frequently toward the light to keep them symmetrical. Give them fresh air daily without exposing them to draughts.—Delineator. You— Will avoid the embarrassment which will sometimes suddenly overtake even the most sophisticated people if you will determine to call your faculties instantly to some kind—any kind—of energetic action. Embarrassment is temporary paralysis of the activities. Energy gives over to consciousness and the cure for it is to summon back action with all the strength of your will power. Assume that the whole responsibility of getting out of the situation rests upon you. By remembering that embarrassment is usually mutual, you may call courtesy and kindness to your aid in helping you to do so. Take the responsibility of extricating the other person rather than leaving him to extricate you. A woman of extreme attractiveness and refinement makes the claim that she never can remember feeling embarrassment, much less being overcome or nonplussed, in her whole life, not even when she was a child. The explanation of it was simple. She had the most actively energetic mind. The fertility of her brain gave her fertility of resource. She no sooner appreciated the difficulty than she saw the way out.—Washington Star. What to Teach Daughters. Teach her that 100 cents make one dollar. Teach her how to wear a simple muslin dress, and to wear it like a queen. Teach her how to sew on buttons, darn stockings and mend gloves. Teach her to dress for health and comfort, as well as for appearance. Teach her to arrange the parlor and the library. Teach her to love and cultivate flowers. Teach her to have a place for everything, and to put everything in its place. Teach her to say no, and mean it; and to say yes, and to stick to it. Teach her to have nothing to do with intemperate and dissolute young men. Teach her to pay regard to the character of those she would associate with, and not to know how much money they have. Ignorance. The cause of all misery is ignorance. The real object of living, is directly or indirectly to be happy. Universal experience teaches us that happiness is rarely attained and the cause must lie, not in the absence of its existence but in our failure to perceive and follow the right methods. We must live and therefore should live scientifically. The purposeless man or woman is an object to be pitied. One must have a well-defined pursuit, object or ambition in life, and bend all the energies to its fulfillment. Calmness, repose and faith in one's self develops power. Method, order system, good plans and good management are indispensable in attaining true business success—and true success brings happiness—Exchange. It Pays to Advertise. YOUNG FOLKS' COLUMN. When Winter Comes. When Winter Comes. "Oh, the weather is nipping!" Cried Billy Binn; And he drew his coat collar Up to his ch.n. "Oh, it makes my nose tingle! Just see the snow! This is the loveliest Weather I know. With skates and with coaster, Each day brings new joy; And I'm mighty thankful To be just a boy." The Admiral's Ghost It was little Daniel McBride told me the tale; and ah, but Danny was a wonderful story teller! I knew there was something queer about that old brown turkey house 'way off in a corner of the farmyard, for Danny would never go near it after sundown; and one evening, as we passed it quickly in the twilight gloom, he told me, with a mysterious shake of his wise little head, and a great big exclamation point in each eye, that—that turkey house was haunted! I begged for the story; so, late on a gray, brooding afternoon, on the big rock down by the river, with the water making a soft, eerie noise against the bank all the while, he told me this tale of a turkey: Ah! but Danny was a wonderful story teller! He was a brown turkey, was the Admiral, and very large and stout. He ate more than any other turkey in the yard, superintended all the fights, listened to all the squabbles, and gave advice. But why shouldn't he? He was admiral of all the yard. And he was wise. Oh, yes, very wise—knew more than most turkeys. There were such things as Thanksgivings in the world! Did he not remember that on such a day his brother, the Governor, had—woe. woe! changed his genteel coat of gray for one of brown? Ah, sad. Brown is the turkey's funeral color. And on the same day his cousin, the Mayor, had likewise come to grief. Ah, sad again. So the Admiral was wise, and sometimes, in the night, he thought and thought of how he might escape these dreadful Thanksgivings. His turn was sure to come. Oh, oh, oh! Sure to come! "Gobble, gobble, gobble!" The Admiral strutted about the yard and thought. The air was getting chill—quite chill; nay, it was getting cold. Was the time approaching? The people at the farm gave him much to eat—meal and corn, turnips and—chestnuts!—Gobble! And the farmer's wife smiled when she saw how stout he was growing; a peculiar smile—she had smiled just so at the Governor and the Mayor. At first the Admiral pretended he was ill and would not eat; but soon he winked and—he ate. He would find a way. Gobble! But, as he grew stouter day by day his confidence grew thinner, and he did not wink so often. His plan had not come to him. "Gobble, gobble, gobble!" Another day had passed, and the Admiral had caught a glimpse of someone in the doorway with two great, yellow pumpkins in his arms. Woe, woe! that was another sign. The Admiral did not wink at all, but he was thinking hard. Run away? He looked at his meal and corn, turnips and—chestnuts! Gobble! Never in the outside world would he get such a dinner. No, not run away. But what? A great tree stood by the farmyard fence. One day three boys came and sat beneath it. "Gobble!" The Admiral raised his head and looked at them indignantly. But the boys paid no attention to him; not they. They were busy cracking the nuts that they had just brought from a squirrel's home in the woods, and one of them was talking, talking. The Admiral had heard this boy talk before, and he knew that it was interesting. How the other two looked at him and hung upon his every word. The Admiral edged nearer the fence; he pressed close and—listened! Busily the boys were cracking the nuts; but presently they forgot to do even that—larger and rounder grew their eyes. This was a wonderful tale! The Admiral had never heard anything like it before. Far off in a corner of the yard he could hear the Plymouth Rock rooster fighting with the Wyandotte, but he let them fight; he would punish them later; and the Soldier was eating all his corn! Dark grew the shadows in the farmyard. The boy's voice was growing hoarse. Mournfully the bare boughs of the trees began to whisper, and deep from within the wood there came the weird, prolonged hoot of an owl. One of the boys shivered and glanced uneasily around. All the turkeys had gone into the brown house; the Admiral wondered how they were getting on without him. 'Gobble, gobble, gobble!' came from the brown house. That was the Soldier's voice! Taking his place, was he? "Gobble, gobble!" the Admiral flapped his great wings and started on a run. The boys beneath the tree gave a great start, and jumped to their feet. "Bah! it's only the Admiral," said one; "'s been listening, sly old fellow," as he threw a stone after him. "And that's the end, fellows. It was a real ghost, though; fact. Getting dark, isn't it? Let's go home. Hear that old Admiral scold; we'll have him for Thanksgiving." And slowly they went from the shadows and toward the farmhouse. That night, on his perch in the old brown house, the Admiral thought long and seriously. What a world it was! Ghosts? He had never heard of them before. Haunted houses? Long, white fingers—arms waving? Shrieks, groans, strange noises. The Admiral fluffed his feathers and gazed fearfully around the little place. All his brothers were sound asleep. But over in the corner—was there not something white? His cousin, the Mayor, who went last Thanksgiving, had been white. What if his ghost should come back? The Admiral's heart throbbed wildly. Those boys had said strange things. And Silas believed in ghosts! The boy had said so. Silas was the man that chopped the chickens' heads off; he would come to him soon. The Admiral blinked his eyes, and then—he held them open wide, very wide. Gobble! He winked; he chuckled; he gobbled. He had thought of a plan. The Soldier stirred on his perch and opened his eyes. "What is the matter with you?" he said, looking hard at the Admiral. "Go to sleep again, old Soldier, and dream of what's going to happen to you next Thanksgiving," the Admiral retorted Gobble! said the Admiral. And after that there was peace for a while in the little brown house. * * * * * * * Two days before Thanksgiving! The Admiral knew it by the smells and the sights and the sounds all about the farmhouse, and by the way he himself was dining; meal and corn, turnips and chestnuts! But his heart was not heavy; it was very light. He lingered long about the farmhouse door, waiting his chance to—— There! were they all out of the kitchen? The Admiral stalked wearily in and looked about him. H'm. Pies on the table, and bowls of chopped stuff; a nice smell coming from th coven, and ah! his eye gleaned as he caught sight of—the low, wide flour trough standing on the floor. The Admiral gazed into it for a minute, and for an instant his heart quailed. He would have to be very brave. He shut his eyes and took the plunge. Bah! what stuff this flour was! He rolled about in it, bathed himself thoroughly, and emerged from his bath—a white turkey—a very white turkey, with feathers much beruffled, and bearing a strong, family resemblance to his dead cousin, the Mayor. "Gob-ble, gob-ble, gob-ble?" Yes, that was the Mayor's voice, exactly, and this was his strut. The Admiral chuckled. He knew a certain flap of the wings, too, that his cousin had had, but he would not practice that just now. He stalked slowly and carefully into the farmyard. The Admiral was dozing when—hark! He gave a great start, and a little of the flour fell to the ground. His heart beat violently. He was tempted to run. Here was Silas coming slowly, cautiously, and the turkey shivered as he saw the shining axe in his hand. Silas was nearing the little brown house when— "Gob-ble, gob-ble, gob-ble, gob-ble!" Sakes! Silas stopped short. Only the Mayor, whom he had killed last year, gobbled like that. The axe trembled in his hand, and dropped to the ground. "Gob-ble, gob-ble, gob-ble, gob-ble!" A great flapping of wings, a peculiar flapping, and a large, white turkey darted out at him from the shadow of the tree. Silas turned and fled. The Admiral shook the soft, white dust from his feathers and chuckled; he was well-pleased with himself. The Mayor would have been proud of him; and he was chuckling still when he went into the little brown house and sat upon his perch. He was saved! But, ah! brave Admiral, clever Admiral, you forgot that there were other Silases, who were not afraid of ghosts, and—! Some one came into the brown house. The Admiral started and wildly wished he had not shaken the flour off so soon. "Gobble!" said the Soldier in great fear. "Gob-ble! Gob-ble! shrieked the Admiral, as he felt his legs tightly grasped, and then—and then—and then—oh, oh, oh! "'Tis so," said Silas positively. "I seen him, Mis' Biscum, plain ez day—the Mayor, white, and he come a-rushin' at me wi' his peculiar flap and his old verse. 'I'll never kill another turkey!" "Yes," said Danny, impressively, as we walked back to the house through the gathering shadows, "they all three of 'em come two nights before Thanksgiving, and they sit under the old tree and gobble. Silas goes up over the hill, then, and everybody stays in the house. But they've been seen—the three of 'em, the Governor, the Mayor and the old Admiral. He put the other two up to it, I s'pose. It's the Commodore's turn next time; then there'll be four of 'em. They gobble. My, don't they gobble! Sometimes the Admiral gobbles like himself—a sort of—a sort of—double ghost, you know—" "Danny: Oh, yes," said Danny seriously, keeping close to my side as we passed the little brown house in the gloom. "It's been known such things, ma'am. I'll tell you about it some day." "Gob-ble!" in a loud voice from the brown house below us. "That—sounded like the old Admiral!" said Danny. And I know, 'spite of the darkness, that there were exclamation points in Danny's eyes—perhaps double ones!! And he never saw the question marks in mine!"—Laura Campbell in New York Mail. Millionaires Please Read. In the university hospital, William Hollenbach, the unfortunate Pennsylvania football player whose leg was broken in the great game, talked facetiously about the physician' price list recently adopted in New Jersey. "The New Jersey homoeopathists," he said. "have made the union rate for amputating a finger $5, for amputating a leg $50, and for stomach operations, $50 to $500." "A wise thing," said a young oarsman. "Not a bit of it." Mr. Hollenbach contradicted. "Not a bit of it." "Is it right or just," said the oarsman, "to charge you, say, $5 for a broken leg, and to charge a multi-millionaire, simply because he is a multi-millionaire, $500 for the same job?" "Perfectly right," said Mr. Hollenbach. "A doctor explained the philosophy of this matter to me yesterday. It would be illogical not to charge a rich man more than a poor man; for isn't life worth a great deal more to a chap with $100,000 a year than it is to a sailor or a mill-hand living on 75 cents or so a day?"—Minneapolis Journal. A Case of Non Compos. There is a lawyer of Baltimore who tells a story of how he secured a verdict in favor of an Irishman charged with assault with intent to kill. The lawyer secured his client's acquittal on the ground of temporary insanity. Counsel and client did not meet for several months after the release of the accused. When they did meet the following conversation ensued: "Well, Mike, isn't it about time you handed me that $500?" "What $500?" "Why, the fee of $500 that you promised me I should have if I saved you from the penitentiary!" "Shure an' did I promise ye that? I don't pay number." "Don't remember! Why, you were so grateful that you promised me over and over again that I should have it within a week!" Mike gave a sickly smile. "Shure I think the claim is not a good wan." said he; "ye know, I was crazy thin!"—Harper's Weekly. Wrong Place for Bachelors. "Korea's the wrong place for bachelors," said a traveler. "Bachelors in Korea are considered as children, and have only children's privileges. You, a Korean bachelor, get thirsty. You enter a rest home and call for palm wine. The pretty little amber-colored waitress says: "Heraus, then,' says she; and out you go, unslaked. go, unskilled. "You want to vote, but they won't let you if you are not married. "You apply for a job somewhere. 'How many children have you?' is the first question you're asked. "And as soon as you say you're unmarried they laugh in your face to think that you should presume to apply for work anywhere."—New York Press. STORM-BOUND IN THE NORTH * * * Ah, perfect peace would surely come to me, Girl! THE SALTED CLAIM "I admit, gents, that in this blessed country anybody is apt to get bunkoed and does not need to be a darn greenhorn, either, to get him-fammed. Even I myself was once taken in by a swindler and horse thief, but my wits helped me out of it. "You want to know why? As sure as I, Col. Elias Hiram Hawkins, am more than two feet tall, I will tell you a yarn that will make you stare. "I was then still young and inexperienced in the ways of the west. Still, I had drunk my gin in many states and was quite a smart fellow, but, as I say, I nearly was taken in when I came west. When I came to California the golden days were over. Uncle Sam had stretched out his long arm, and the country was full of sheriffs, justices of the peace, detectives and other good-for-nothing loafers. Quite a number of good citizens who had tried to live up to their reputations of the days of old had found themselves in secluded rooms in institutions run by the state. Why, one hardly dared shoot even a Chinaman. Otherwise, business was good, and when a body found gold he was pretty safe when carrying it to 'Frisco. Of course syndicates had already grabbed the best claims, but still it was possible to buy pretty good claims from some of the old diggers. Now, I was just dying to dig up some of this yellow metal, and as I had a couple of hundred dollars I began to look around for a chance. "Petropolis was then already quite a town, and as I liked the country I made up my mind to stay there. There were three saloons, one bank and four stores where a drink could be had in the back room and a jail. "It soon came out that a tenderfoot had arrived and was looking for a claim, and there were any amount of people ready to sell me their claims for almost nothing. I was careful, however, not to accept any of these kind offered without having investigated before, so I sauntered through the camp and looked at the boys washing to see how their dirt panned out. Most of them didn't object but one sullen looking fellow told me to mind my own business and offered to shoot a hole through me if I went near him, so I was pretty careful not to go too close, but I watched him closely some distance off, and soon saw that his dirt beat any of the others. Every evening he went home the leather bag at his belt was full and when he cursed his ill luck in the saloon I thought it was only to mislead others. "I was therefore very much surprised when I heard that he wanted to sell out, and still more that he did not find a buyer, though, of course, this was his own fault, because he always complained. "I now made his acquaintance and suggested that we should work together. At first he objected and swore there was nothing in it, but at last he gave in. "All right, stranger,' he said, 'you can try it, if you want to, but I will bet you will soon quit thinking of buying.' "The next day we started. I dug and he washed, and at night we had $30 in the pan. I thought this pretty good for one day, but he growled as always, and the next day we took out $40 and $50 worth he was still unsatisfied. "The fourth day I bought him out for $600, and paid him an outrageous price for his outfit, but still I thought that I had made a bargain, and I treated all hands to celebrate the great event that night. "When the boys heard of the sale they roared and called me a darned ass, but I laughed at them and thought I knew better." "The next day I began to work alone and soon found that I had been miserably swindled. Though I worked like a nigger all day, I did not find as much as a cent's worth, and then it dawned upon me that the swindler had 'salted' the pan and put the gold into it himself, and now he was hanging around the camp spending my money. First I felt like shooting him down like a dog, but I soon found a better plan. "Not with one word did I betray that I had been cheated, but kept on working from daybreak to sunset, and every night I carried home a bag of gold which I had secretly brought with me in the morning. Soon the boys began to talk of my luck, and two weeks later the former owner of the claim came back and told me that, although it pinned him very much to say so, he had found out that the sale was not binding. "Why?" I asked. "Because it was not recorded." "Now I knew that there was a law demanding this, but I knew also that nobody obeyed it, so I told him that he and the law could go to the devil, and kept on washing and took care that it panned out well. "This made him eager, of course; but I refused to listen to him, and told him that if he bothered me again I would make him look like a sieve. "He did not mind this in the least, but kept after me, soon begging and soon threatening me with the sheriff, and at last I made him believe that I was scared and gave him back his claim. He paid me back my money and gave me a good horse besides, and I hurried away to Colorado, and as I rode away I saw the scoundrel digging away for dear life."—Pittsburg Dispatch. A Farmer's Soliloquy. To saw? To split? That's the question. Whether it is better to rip 'em up Or get an axe And smite them. To feed, to eat, perchance to choke Aye, there's the rub. For if we cleft them not The steers can't eat the corn this year. Whether it is better to buy a mill And saw the ears, Or get an axe and sweat and toil And hew them down to size Where the steers can get them in their faces Kansas Agriculturist THE WISCONSIN WEEKLY ADVOCATE. R. B. MONTGOMERY, Editor and Proprietor. 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 trans-act 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. Locals, 10 cents per line. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One year ..... $2.00 Six months ..... 1.00 Three months ..... .50 Direct all communications to R. B. MONTGOMERY 430 Cedar 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. In the Civil war he came 400,000 strong, and I believe he saved the Union."—President Roosevelt. One of two things is sure—this is going to be a short winter, or next summer won't be very long. King Edward is turning his attention to beautifying Windsor Park, which, since the death of the Prince Consort in 1861, has been sadly neglected. --- The American boy who is in Europe striving to black the boots of royalty can find plenty of shining among "royal good fellows" on this side of the sea. James J. Jeffries has a long line of unhappy experiences by other pugilists to recommend adherence to his determination never again to enter a ring as one of the principals in a fight. Mr. Hoiland of submarine navigation fame claims to have invented a flying machine; but his friends will remember that he achieved his success with a diving craft. The new Queen of Norway speaks fluently five languages. She is extremely fond of sport and is a keen cyclist, and has ridden through the streets of London on her machine. Rev. William Howe, founder of the Tremont Temple, Boston, and said to be the oldest Baptist clergyman living, will be 100 years old on May 26, 1906. He lives at Cambridge, Mass. The man with a long neck is reduced to the common level by the discovery of a Norwegian drink that intoxicates by smell. A man without a neck can get as much flavor out of an intoxicant of this kind as one who has a yard of swallow. Henry S. Pritchett, president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, has resigned to devote his entire time to the Carnegie Foundation, of which he is president, and which was endowed with a fund or $10,000,000 by Andrew Carnegie about a year ago. Representative Longworth, who will marry Miss Roosevelt, is a violinist of ability, and has a collection of instruments by various makers, including a Stradivarius which he generally carries with him. He owns a Guillaume which formerly belonged to Ysaye, and an Amato which was formerly owned by Theodore Thomas. The new Anglican Dean of the Diocese of Limerick is Rev. Lucius Henry O'Brien, the incumbent of Adare, where the Earl of Dunraven is his chief parishioner, and he is the son of William Smith O'Brien, M. P., who was sentenced to death for his part in the Young Ireland Rebellion in 1848. Against the prisoner's own protest the sentence of death was commuted by Parliament to transportation to Australia, where he remained for several years. He was ultimately allowed to return home. The new dean is old enough to remember his father being sentenced to death, for he was born in 1842. The King of Spain is young and likes to have a good time; yet he is often obliged to work twelve hours or more a day. Not long ago he handed his prime minister a sealed petition with the request that it should be granted unconditionally. When it was opened it was found to be in the King's own handwriting. He demanded for himself an eighth hour day and no work on Sundays and holidays. On another occasion his automobile was stopped by a policeman who did not recognize him at once, but who presently began to apologize profusely. "Why was the automobile stopped, anyway?" said the King. "Because motor wagons are not allowed on this street." "Very well," retorted Alfonso, "then I shall have to be more careful in future." THE HONORABLE JAMES J. M'GILLIVRAY. Has Made a Record to be Proud of and One That the People of Wisconsin Ought to Recognize. [Name] In the state of Wisconsin it is hard to pick out any one man who has been in public life and show up his record as a worker for the state without having it said: "There are hundreds of just as good men in the state." This may be true, and we could name several who are worthy of the highest of praise, and we are willing to give praise where praise belongs. It was often said of the late Jeremiah Rusk that he was just the man for the position of governor when he held the office, and certainly the state made no mistake in giving the reins of government to him when it did, but could he have guided the ship of state through the last few years of political life? We fear not. Yet he served the state well and received his merited praise. It will be a long time ere another such man as Gov. La Follette will be found to fill the executive chair, and even his enemies must admit that he has made a hard fight and has won out against great odds for the cause of the people against the corporations. His mission could not have been filled by another In the offices of the state there have been men who filled their plac of trust with great credit to themselves and an honor to the state, and whether in the highest or lowest position of trust, if a man fills it well and honestly, he should have the praise due him for his work. We presume we shall be charged by some with attempting to hoist a man for political preferment who is unworthy of the trust, and many reasons will be given why he is not the right man when we attempt to give just credit to one who has served the state faithfully and well from the Thirty-first senatorial district for the past twelve years and representative from his assembly district for four years previous to that of senator, our Hon. J. J. McGillivray of Black River Falls. We are not, however, advancing him for any position, for should he never be called upon to take a seat in the legislative bodies of the state or nation he has done enough to place him near the hearts of the citizens of his district and of the whole state. He has been a worker for his party and for the people of the state from the time when as a young man he was picked out as one who could serve his people honestly and well. He has Scotch, English and Irish blood in his veins, but he is a full-blooded American citizen in every sense of the word. In 1890 he was elected to the Legislature as assemblyman from Jackson county, which has been his home from young manhood. He signalized his advent into the legislative halls by introducing an anti-trust law, which, while it was defeated at that session, was passed by the next Legislature. He was elected for a second term and at this session he succeeded in getting a law passed to exempt wide tire wagons from taxation, a law that in itself would not seem to be of special import, but when the object of the law is known, that of improving the country roads, and thus benefiting the farmers of the state, it will be seen that it was of great benefit. He not only worked for the above measures, but his voice and vote were always recorded for measures that would benefit the people, regardless of political influence. And let me say right here that if his record for the past sixteen years is looked up and his vote investigated not one blot will be found on the pages and not one vote that would cause him to blush because of the stand he took, for while he might not always be with the majority and sometimes his vote might be against what the majority thought was right, yet his vote was an honest one, and if he erred it was of the head and not of the heart. Ffter serving two terms as assemblyman he was elected to the Senate, and as proof of the esteem in which he is held in his district we have only to turn to the fact that thrice in succession have they elected him to the same position. We cannot stop to enumerate all the good measures he has advanced or worked for, but a few will suffice, and one of the most important was the bill providing that no building should be erected by the state at a cost greater than the appropriation by the Legislature. He was among the first who worked for a bill that would provide for the regulation of railroad rates, and was not willing to pass a law to control the taxation without regulation of railroad rates. He was first for a rate commission and did more in a quiet way last winter to bring harmony in the Senate on the rate bill than perhaps any other senator. He also stood firmly for a 2-cent fare bill. He was an ardent supporter of the anti-pass law, one of the strongest measures adopted by the Republican party in many years, and one that has done a great deal to clean up the politics in Wisconsin. He has been an ardent advocate for the good roads movement in the state, and at the last session a law was passed providing for county aid in building roads. The greatest fight of his life, perhaps, was in 1903, when he made a valiant effort to defeat a bill exempting mortgages and credits from taxation, for he believed that every man should pay his just share of the taxes. Again his voice was heard in the session just closed, when the overzealous enthusiasts for a grand capitol building were attempting to place the state in debt from $15,000,000 to $20,000,000 by accepting a contractor and his plan that would have not only burdened the state with a heavy tax for years to come, but would have probably defeated the Republican party at the next election. His fearless fight against the committee's report brought anathemas from those who were in favor of a palace for a capitol; but it also brought to him the merited approval of hundreds of prominent people of all parties, all of which the writer had the pleasure of seeing with his own eyes. It was worth several million dollars to the state of Wisconsin to have James J. McGillivray in the Senate last winter. Just at the close of the session a bill came up to buy a state printing plant for the state to do its own work. He investigated the matter and found that it was an actual fact that the state would pay much more for its printing than it now does and would have an army of job seekers to pay for work that they would not do, and so he voted against the bill and it was killed. It was always a question with him of whether it would be for the best interests of the state and was right. For three terms he was elected president pro tempore, and in that capacity he showed his executive ability. His manhood no one would for a moment question. His life is an open book and the pages of his life history will reveal no dark page among them. He has a record as a man and a legislator that any man might be proud of and if he has a weakness it is trying to do too much or in saying too much for the people he represents. He has been mentioned for higher honors. He is a good level-headed thinker and a pleasing and instructive speaker, filled with a desire to place the truth before his hearers and that will command the respect of all who hear him speak. If true manhood, integrity of purpose, experience in handling the matters of state, and a zeal to do what is right at all times is now called for, certainly he is entitled to consideration. A close personal relation with him for the past four years has only increased our admiration for him, and should he announce himself for the high position of governor of the state we should feel honored in supporting him as a candidate from our district and we know we voice the sentiment of many good men in the state in doing so.—Cashton Record. From the Four Corners of Indiana A young fellow named Thomson, from Buena, was here weds eve. Alice Frampton, who has been poorly for some time, is better. Pi King, one of Rush county's most prominent farmers and stock raisers, was here Wednesday looking for hands. Quite a number of people went to the pie supper at Neff's Corner weds eve. A comedy company played to good houses at Gwinnups Hall, Fri and Sat. Jesse Stevens, who has been working in Harrell's barber shop at Milroy for a number of weeks, has quit his job and returned home. A petition is at the postoffice praying our government to not abolish our postoffice, but to continue same under present management. It is being signed by almost everybody. A town without a postoffice is a back number. Our subscribers will not get a paper next week, but will receive one more number at the end of their subscription. Two things necessitate this: First, we are over in Union county holding a meeting, the second, we have sent our ink roller, that has been in bad condition for some time, to have it recast. When we come back we expect to get out a cleaner and better sheet. Subscribe.—Andersonville (Ind.) Four County Herald. A Reminder Hi Tragerdy—Some people scoff at homeopathy, but a few little sugar pills cured me last week of— Lowe Comerdy—Jove! old man, you just remind me of something my wife told me to bring home today. Hi Tragerdy—Ah! some medicine? Lowe—No, a sugar-cured ham.—Philadelphia Press. IN THE BUSINESS TO STAY! JOHN L. SLAUGHTER Desires to inform his friends and the public generally that he sold out his interest in the coal and wood business on the east side to his brother and has opened a yard for the sale of COAL AND WOOD in the rear of his premises, 217 WELLS STREET, where he has large and small teams to deliver orders in any quantity promptly. John L. Slaughter wishes to impress upon his friends that he can do all of their trade and their friends' trade also. So call up PHONE 1811 MAIN and order your coal and wood from J. L. SLAUGHTER, 217 WELLS STREET. ROOMS FOR RENT PEOPLE'S TAILORING CO. JOS. POLACHECK, Prop. Suits to Order $15.00 Leaders for This Week UNCALLED FOR SUITS AT HALF PRICE. J. MUNKO PRACTICAL SHOEMAKER 126 2nd Street, Milwaukee. ...REPAIRS NEATLY DONE... Milwaukee Rubber Heels 50c a pair a Specialty. Orders Promptly Attended ARN THE BENEVOLENT PUBLIC AGAINST RS FOR ALLEGED CHARITABLE INSTITU- E NEGRO RACE. LOOK WELL TO THE CRE- NDICANTS AND INQUIRE OF SOME REPUTA- GARDING THE TRUTHFULNESS OF THEIR FORD'S HAIR POMADE Formerly known as "OZONIZED OX MARROW" WE CONTINUE TO WARN THE BENEVOLENT PUBLIC AGAINST THE NUMEROUS BEGGARS FOR ALLEGED CHARITABLE INSTITUTIONS IN BEHALF OF THE NEGRO RACE. LOOK WELL TO THE CREDENTIALS OF SUCH MENDICANTS AND INQUIRE OF SOME REPUTABLE NEGRO CITIZEN REGARDING THE TRUTHFULNESS OF THEIR STATEMENTS. The Ozonized Ox Marrow Co. (None genuine without my signature) Charles Ford Prest 76 Wabash Ave., Chicago, Ill. Agents wanted everywhere. --- M TROF BANK MILWAUKEE, MIS 6 7 WE CONTINUE TO WARN THE THE NUMEROUS BEGGARS FOR TIONS IN BEHALF OF THE NEGRO DENTIALS OF SUCH MENDICANT BLE NEGRO CITIZEN REGARDING STATEMENTS. SPECIAL NOTICE THE "TURF" CAFE DINNER BILL Regular Dinner 25c Dinner 11:80 to 2 p. m. and 5 to 8 p. m. Silced Tomatoes, 10c. Radishes, 10c. Cucumbers, 10c. Green Onions, 10c. Lettuce, 10c. BEAN SOUP. Boiled Trout and Mint Sauce, 25c. Boiled Leg of Mutton, Egg Sauce, 25c. Roast Pork and Apple Sauce, 25c. Short Ribs of Beef with Brown Potatoes, 25c. Fricasseed Chicken, 25c. ENTREES. String Beans. Green Peas. Boiled and Mashed Potatoes. Apple and Lemon and Custard Pie. Rice Pudding. Coffee and Tea and Milk. Anything ordered not mentioned on this bill will be charged for extra. MONROE BROS., Prop's. 194 THIRD ST. MONON ROUTE NORTH OR SOUTH Always ask for tickets via the MONON ROUTE THE SHORT LINE BETWEEN Chicago, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, Louisville Six trains daily between Chicago and the Ohio river. For folders, rates, etc., call at any Monon ticket office or address FRANK J. REED, Gen'l Pass. Agent, Chicago. S. B. JONES, C. P. Agent, 282 Clark St., Chicago. ELK EXPRESS CO. G. J. CHARLESTON, Mgr. 63 E. Sixth Street, --- so Required to Swim. Swimming has been placed on the list of required work at Cornell university at Ithaca, N. Y., and hereafter no student will be credited with a passing mark for the spring term who is unable to handle himself in the water. The following order has been issued: "In view of the fact that recent wars have conclusively demonstrated that a soldier who cannot swim is so much dead timber in the command, and the United States now refuses to graduate from West Point or Annapolis cadets who are unable to swim, no student will be credited with a passing mark for the spring term's drill who has not previously passed an examination in swimming satisfactorily to the professor of physical culture." Beware of Impostors of different professions soliciting money in Wisconsin for purposes unknown to any person in that state and for use elsewhere. Driven out of other states they are overrunning this. We think it an imperative duty on us as being the only negro paper in the state, to protect its generous philanthropists. From now on, we shall warn the mayor and chief of police of every city in Wisconsin against such adventurers. A New Sacrifice. On New Year's eve an Old Friend came To clasp my hand once more. (Though I could not recall his name No doubt we'd met before.) "Old chum," he said, "the morn is nigh. The year is ebbing fast— Then let us hasten to lay by The errors of the past. "My chiefest vice is Pride," he said, "A falling truly vile; And oft this year I've cut you dead With neither nod nor smile. "You doubtless thought it mean of me To have no thought of you As I paraded selfishly Along the Avenue. "Cold as a statue I would stand Upon the pave alone And never touch a human hand As now I clasp your own. "But that false Pride I now forswear, And while your ears give heed. As man to man I'll tell you fair A trifling thing I need." (I took my bill roll in my hand, Preparing for a touch.) "Oh, yes." I said, "I understand— Cut out the talk—how much?" "My haughty Old Year self," he cried. "Rejects your terms—but then. Ere New Year I must crush my pride, And so—well, lend me ten!" —New York Globe. Got Rid of the Bad Half Dollar W. Caryl Ely of Buffalo, the president of the American Street Railway association, was talking during the convention in Philadelphia about motormen's and conductors' adventures. "A conductor came to me with a smiling face the other day," he said. "He wanted to tell me what happened on an incoming car. It seems that a middle-aged woman and her little son, a lad of 6 or 7 years, got on the car, and as soon as they were seated the woman took a half dollar out of her pocket and handed it to the youngster to pay the fare with. "The boy held the coin in his small, fat hand and examined it closely and solemnly. "The conductor appeared for the fares, and the youngster gave him the half dollar with owlish solemnity. "The money was pocketed and 40 cents in change was put in the small, extended hand. "As soon as he got his change, the boy laughed, wriggled in his seat and shouted gleefully: "Oh, ma, he's taken the bad half dol lar."—Buffalo, News. He Knew Enough. James Francis Burke, now congressman from the Thirty-second district of Pennsylvania, in an address to the graduating class of a Pittsburg school told the following story: "The president of an ocean liner company was taking a journey across the water, and, when the ship entered a very dangerous channel he engaged in conversation with the pilot, who, by the way, was a whiskered old man of 65, with all the appearance of having spent most of his days on the water. The magnate remarked: "'I suppose you know all the dangerous places in this channel.' "The pilot, looking straight out into the night, gruffly replied: 'Nope.' "You don't!" said the magnate, very much surprised. 'Then why on earth are you in charge of that wheel? What do you know?' "I know where the bad places ain't, coolly replied the old pilot, much to the satisfaction of the magnate."—Saturday Evening Post. A Nonpossibility. He was a large, raw-boned, red-faced lawyer from Maine, lately settled in a southern state, and, of course, ambitions of making a reputation in his profession. His mouth was so large that it was unnecessary for him in uttering a word to more than half open his mouth, the corners thereof being the parts called into requisition. He had on the inquisitorial block a back-woodsman as a witness. The witness had replied to a question from the interrogating lawyer that "It was a non-possibility." Quoth the lawyer, "'A non-possibility.' Now, will you tell this court and this jury here what you mean by a non-possibility? Give us an example." Witness—Well I think it 'n'd be a non-possibility to make your mouf eay bigger widout setting your ears furder back Of course the dignity of the court was suspended.—The Green Bag. An Effective Disguise. Pumperdinck (to his barber)—I wish I could find some disguise for the masked ball, so that no one would recognize me. Barber—Why don't you let my assistant shave you? —Translated for Tales from Meggendo, mer Blaetter. ENGLAND’S ENGULFING WAVE OF MISERY. my) / y f f,, AN Ky ; x SS WS eR eet CCD NOONE CED Ine) hos] SH! ed St 4 py Aj) the monarchs of the earth envy King Edward VII. of England. His realms are without disorder, and his throne is regarded as the most stable in the world. In Engiand, however, there Is a rising tide, very slow, very gradual, but always creeping onward and upward. That tide is poverty. Here an honest workingman tempor- arily loses his place and is submerged, there a small tradesman goes down; t swallows the reckless and improvl- jent; it rises steadily and awfully, and all the sops which charity and yenevolence throw to it disappear and cause scarcely a ripple on the sur- face. In the city of London alone there are 100,000 paupers and 1,500,000 peo- ple who in the language of the sociolo- gists, live on the “hunger line;” that is, the loss of one week’s wages means to them lack of food; the loss of two weeks’ wages leaves them homeless and starving. Poverty claims a similar proportion BIOLOGY. The wise biologist talked Of tissue and cell and bone; And the mystery went from your life, Dear, And the strangeness from my own. But home with the stars we walked, And I saw your bosom swell, ' And about you there in the moonlight Some old enchantment fell. Yes, homeward under the stars, Where the moonlight spread its gold, 1 touched your hand and you turned, Dear, The mystic Being of old! —New York Commercial Advertiser. FOILED. PAA UTH ELLERSLIE 1s a coarse, R flaunting widow,’ said Cora Blynn to her brother Harold, “and all her object in life is to get a husband.” “Cora, I would prefer to avoid all discussion on the subject.” “But, Harold, Lily Brooke says Mrs. Ellerslie is entirely made up of artifi- cials, paint, powder and——” “Cora!” The girl stopped abruptly at the stern tone of her brother. “I am afraid she is right, my son,” said Mrs. Blynn gravely. Harold rose and left the room, “Mamma,” said Cora, leaning her head on her mother’s shoulder, “do you think he will marry Mrs. Ellers- lie?” “I do not know, my dear. I hope not.” “He is going to Colonel Egerton’s visiting next week, you know, and, mamma, Ruth Ellerslie is to be there too.” “How do you know, Cora?” “Mrs. Egerton herself told me so.” “My dear, Mrs. Ellerslie is Colonel Egerton’s penniless sister. When she is well married a drain is withdrawn from the colonel’s purse.” “Love is blind, they say, and I sup- pose poor, dear Harold must be in love,” sighed little Cora as she went to feed her canary bird and water the Plants in the bay window. Meanwhile Harold Blynn, spurred on, as is the usual result, by opposi- tion, strode along the street muttering to himself poetical mottoes expressive of the utmost fidelity to his ladylove. “Poor, dear little Ruth!” he thought. “It must be hard to be maligned by those of her own sex, who should re- Spect her artless ingenuousness more. I must not permit this longer. It will be a good opportunity at Egerton Park to offer her the lifelong protection of my love, name and fortune. Thus Mr. Blynn walked with the thost blindfolded infatuation, after the manner of men, into the matrimonial trap so neatly baited for him by: the fair Widow Ellerslie and her designing Telatives at Egerton Park. “Blynn, my dear fellow, is that you™* cordially exclaimed Colonel of the people of other great English elties—Liverpool, York, Leeds, Brad- ford, Sheffield and a dozen more. Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman, leader of the English Liberty party, esti- ‘mates that in the United Kingdom there are nearly 8,000,000, people who live on this same “hunger line.” In France such a condition would mean revolution and another reign of terror, but in England such is the unt- versal respect for law and all estab- lished institutions of the country that people submit. The Church of En- gland teaches contentment. In the eatechism which nearly every English child is taught it is stated that a man’s lot in life is according to God’s will, and that discontent 1s impious. So, while millions upon whom pover- ty has set its mark surge through the streets of English cities, there is heard never a word of rebellion and scarcely a word of complaint. There is nothing more sublime than their si- lent suffering, nor is there anything | more pitiful. Egerton, pressing both his hands. “Just in time to dress for dinner. Entre nous, Ruth has been looking at her watch all the afternoon. Ah, you're a lucky dog, Blynn! Of course you want to go directly up to your room. Thom- as! Stephens! Where are the ser- yants? But it’s of no consequence. Your room is at the head of the sec- ond flight of stairs, first door to the left. There is 4 fire there, and I hope you'll be comfortable.” _ “Thank you, colonel.” - What fateful impulse led him, all unconscious of the error he was mak- ing, to the first door on the right in- stead of on the left? Perhaps it was chance—perhaps it was the guiding hand of an angel. Let philosophers de- cide that question. At all events, our hero did walk into the wrong room as coolly and deliberately as can well be imagined. A bright fire was crackling in the apartment; two lamps, with shades of ground glass, burned like globes of pearl before the dressing glass. “This is comfortable,” quoth our friend to himself as he walked for- ward, depositing his vallse on one of the chairs. Was that a woman's scalp on the ta- ble before him? No; only a string of il =F) il Sel vile i ve i Peas Ae \e58. j i se ZAM i i ZZ Rel eS) ae i > Grecian curls, bristling with hairpins, with a glossy, artificial braid lying be- side it, a set of false teeth gleaming ghastly in a tumbler of water and two saucers, one of rosy rouge, the other some white, pasty enamel, flanking the hideous display. “By Jove, I’ve made a mistake!” ejaculated Harold Blynn, catching up his valise to depart. But he was stop- ped by a shriek and a female figure simultaneously. The former issued from the latter and the latter from the apartment be- yond, carrying a pair of curling tongs in her hands. Venus and the three graces! Could that yellow, shriveled creature in the white dressing gown and the thin hair twisted in an infinitesimal knot at the back of the head be Ruth Bllerslie? It was! They recognized each other in that one brief glance. Then Harold Blynn rushed out of the apartment like one possessed, and Mrs. Bllerslie, dropping on the chintz covered sofa, went into hysterics. Late that evening Harold entered his mother’s parlor. Cora jumped up with beaming face. “Why, Harold, I thought you were The other day 6,000 women came t0- gether in the poyerty-saturated streets of East’ London and marched dowe the Strand, past the theaters, shops and great hotels into Whitehall, where the government buildings are. Premier Balfour received a delegation of eighteen of this number and heard their complaint. They pleaded that they were starving, and asked for bread and work. Balfour was only able to hold out vague encouragement. Eyen the British government was ap- palled by the specter of 6,000 starving women. King Edward, who is a kind-heart- ed man and who, more than any other monarch, is a student of social ques- tions, is troubled as this rising life of misery laps the steps of his throne. Generation after generation of class distinctions, special privileges and land monopoly have sent one-fifth of the people of England to the wall. More than one generation and more than one monarch or leader will be required for its solution. at Egerton Park, making love to Mrs. Ellerslie!” Harold screwed up his features in a most dismal grimace. “Mrs. Ellerslie, Indeed! I’d as soon make love to the witch of Endor!” And he told his adventure of the twl- light. “My son, you have had a very nar- row escape,” said Mrs. Blynn, smiling in spite of herself. “You have, Harold. We told you so!” said Cora. “Yes, I know. But I was foolish and didn’t believe you. Now I am pretty well convinced. The Ellerslies’ little plot has failed!” “And you are all my own darling brother once more again!” coaxed Cora. While at Egerton Park the disap- pointed colonel came to the conclusion that his plans for getting his widowed sister off were “no go.”—New York News. A Feminine Failing. One cannot see just why the writer who tells her experience in the Indi- ana Farmer should have cared. to break into the Indians’ pretty belief in the sanctity of the silent woodland region, nor why she exposed her own lack of tact and good manners. More- over, the imposition of her superior knowledge in this case was wasted, for as the story shows, their faith re- mained unshaken, while their conclu- sion was not complimentary to the dis- turber of the peace. I was being rowed across a Cana- dian lake by a party of Indians, and was told I must not break the still- ness, or the spirits of the place would be offended. It was a calm, cloudless day, and the canoe sped like an arrow across the smooth waters. Suddenly, when in the middle of the lake, I determined to prove to these simple folk the folly of their belief. So I lifted up my voice in a wild cry that woke every echo of the hills. The Indians were ae with conster- nation. They utte no word, but, straining every nerve, rowed on in frowning silence. They reached the shore in safety, and I had triumphed; but the leader of the Indians looked on me in concern. “The Great Spirit 1s merciful,” he said. “He knows that the white wom- an cannot hold her peace.” Serfs of Hungary, In some parts of Hungary serfdom of the old Russian type still prevails. The peasant is obliged to work fifty days each year for his landlord witb- out pay, the time to be chosen by the latter, who is almost sure to choose the season when the poor man can least afford to work for nothing. This system led to an insurrection sin 1898. When a woman gives a big party complimentary to a friend, she re- members her labor and the bills and looks as critically at her friend as if she had bought her, and paid too much. enna Seca Unfortunately there is usually mighty little in the story that a drink- ing man has quit. Aor Buysa 4, fio®% po. fio’ Nada) DUCKS (ada), “=e Stove “wv | &, | a ef rere ery E YD } {| 3 Jali, \\> «PL j Hig t/ \\ Lg = er eT el oD vere se LY ran = Ih «See eae iP, | Wee me aoe os ee i SA. oak Sa Ce os AU eos! ee | Se ee ot A — Sas Bh e Just a Point It may not seem like much of a point, but itis a fact, that all Great Buck’s Ranges and Cook Stoves (when so ordered) have a great, big, honest, white enameled reservoir. | Remember, We Have a Large Line of | Furniture, Carpets, Stoves, Etc. | FiW.SCHNECK Prva FW: CHNECK &( TRRARD Fetenio ese | NAPS atten a | SHORT TEMPERANCE _SERMAONS. | “Good-by, Harry; remember that mamma will always pray for your safety.” | These were the last words Harry heard as he went out of the gate to- ward the railroad station to take the train for New York. The words kept ringing in his ears as the train passed rapidly out of the village and new scenes came to his view. At the sta- tion in New York City, his uncle was waiting for him. _ Ina few days Harry was at work in ‘the new, grand store of his uncle. There he became acquainted with young men of his own age who seem- ed friendly, invited him to join in their excursion parties in the evening, and visit them at their homes. Beforé the first week had ended he had visited three of the boys of the city and taken a trip over to Jersey City, where sev- eral other boys took a trip on their bi- ‘cycles. Harry had brought his wheel with him and enjoyed the trip over the ae country very much. _ After they had gone a distance, they | stopped for refreshments, and Harry soon found himself standing at a bar in a saloon. | “What will you have, Harry?” he heard one of his new friends inquir- ing. | “I'll take a glass of lemonade, if you please,” answered Harry. | “Pretty good joke, Harry; but you don’t get such stuff here; we are all going to have beer; I'll order one for you, too.” And before he could think of an answer, the bartender had placed it before him. | Harry felt a lump in his throat, but with a fixed determination answered: | “No, I do not drink.” | “Pshaw!” exclaimed one of the young men, “you are not temperance, are you?” | “A glass of beer cannot hurt you; it is healthful,” said another. _ “I promised mother,” replied Harry, “that I would not drink anything that ‘might make a drunkard of me, and if I never begin, I shall never have to stop; no one has ever become a drunk- ard who refused the first glass; but many drunkards meant to stop after they tasted beer or liquor ‘just once,’ no, I shall not drink,” It was a long speech for Harry to make, but he thought of his mother’s ‘prayer and resolved that she should ‘not pray in vain, He expected the boys to ridicule him for his remarks. When Tom Ankers, the young man who had worked next to him at the store, therefore took him by the hand, and with emotion said: “Thank you, Harry; my mother used to tell me the same thing; she thinks her boy has never brought the intoxicating cup to his lips; I promise you that from to- night on I shall try to keep it,” it sur- prised Harry greatly. But his surprise increased when one of the other young men came forward and said: “I promised my present employer that I would never again en- ter a saloon to drink, when he saw me in one the last time, and he told me he could not keep young men in his employ who were addicted to the drink habit. I wanted to keep my promise, ! but always was afraid to refuse when in company of others.” “Boys,” said Adam Wagner, “this is the first time I ever took a drink. My father died a drunkard and I have often heard him say that the first glass | was the opening of a life of misery. He often asked me to leave all intoxicating drinks alone; I mean to do so after to- day, and you fellows must help me to keep my promise.” “We shall, we shall,” replied his friends, immediately. “But tell us, Harry,” said the young man who had spoken after Tom; “how was it posible for you to refuse? Didn’t you expect us all to laugh at your remarks? What gave you such courage in this hour of danger?” | Harry told them the story in his sim- | ple, truthful manner, concluding with the words: “Boys, my mother’s prayers saved me.” “Harry,” said Adam, “when you write home again tell your mother about the occurrence this evening, and ‘be sure and say that we were saved ‘bv her pvraver.”—New York Observer. COAL! COAL! COAL! SE SSR WM. L. KINNER 210 FIFTH STREET (Near Wells) Is prepared to supply the public with coal by basket or ton, and wood by basket or cord. Prompt delivery guaranteed. Large Moving Vans Rapid Express s Telephone White 9341. J. B. WILSON 3i5 Firth St ~—s Cash Grocer ’ Return $10 in cash purchase checks and I will give 25c worth of goods FREE. Our rebate system is better than | Trading Stamps. If we please you, tell your friends. li | not, tell us. We handle ONLY McLaughlin Coffees. To JlIlinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North and South Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Washington and Wyom‘ ug. | By reading the Wisconsin Weekly Advocate you will find all the information needed. We Find Homes and Employment to | All Our Subscribers | Our paper has the largest circulation of any Negro | Journal in the West. Address - WISCONSIN WEEKLY ADVOCATE 729 St. Paul Ave. Mi waukee, Wis. | The Dethroning of Alcohol. _ Another potent factor in the de- throning of alcohol has been the spirit of scientific research of recent years. In the great laboratories scientists have been carefully studying the ef- fects of alcoholic liquors upon the va- rious organs of the body, and, although they differ in their conclusions upon some points, the result is that those physicians who have most closely fol- lowed these investigations have, al- most or entirely, abjured alcoholics as a necessary part of their therapeutic outfit. These elaborate studies of alco- hol have convinced many that the nourishing and strengthening proper- ties ascribed to alcoholics existed only in the imagination, and belong to the errors of an age of unenlightened by true scientific research. W. T. GREEN = L_AWYER=— NOTARY PUBLIC Rooms 216-217-218 Empire Building ‘TELEPHONE BLACK 8633 14 Grand Ave., Milwaukee, Wis. The beer which is consumed through- out the world in a single year would make a lake six feet deep, three and three-quarters miles long, 2 mile wide, or 2,319 acres in area. In this vast lake of beer we could easily drown all the English-speaking people to the number of 120,000,000 throughout the entire world; or we could give a beer bath to every man, woman and child at the same time in the entire continent of America. GZORGE MACDONALD. A2. loving, exquisite, enraptured soul. Who were to me a father and a friend; Who imagined and brought near, all humbly, The sweetness and the majesty of him Who in judea mitted human hearts, And won the world by loveliness and love; Dear spirit, who to the infinite Purity Passed without change, and humbly unashaked— If farewell we must say. It is that thou So far beyond, above, we-alien so From grace like thing—may hardly follow sky shining feet in fields of endless light When to the goal of souls reborn we pass. Yet cooldist thou not rest happy in that world Thou sawst with eyes annointed, near that Christ If ever saint with the Eternal strove, Then worldist thou, wilt thou, strive and supplicate That not one soul be lost or suffer ill. If so may be, but win to the Infinite Love That was the faith, strength, life, of all thy days. Our hearts are heavy—Oh, yet give we thanks. As thou didst give when died one dear to thee Thanks that thou lived—that we knew and loved. Even in the flesh one who was one with God. -Richard Watson Gilder in The Century. A WOMAN'S CURIOSITY Observing something in the newspaper that he wanted to preserve, the young married man produced his penknife and cut the article out. The clipping was about a quarter of a column in length. Then he finished reading the newspaper, placed it on the center table for his wife, who was upstairs with a woman neighbor rhapsodizing over some bargains she'd got during the day's shopping, and, after calling upstairs to his wife that he was going out for a little while, did go out. When he got home, a little after 9 o'clock in the evening, he found his wife puzzling over the newspaper from which he had cut the clipping. Her jaw was quite set, and she looked considerably worked up. "Hey a," he said, chipperly, coming in after hanging his hat and coat up in the hall. "Your neighbor gone home?" To which she vouchsafed no reply whatever, but, turning over the newspaper in her lap, pointed to the space from which the clipping had been cut, and ashamed him: "What's this you cut out of here?" "Rubber!" said he, banteringly. "Curiosity killed a cat." Nary a smile did the wife of his bosom crack, however. If anything, her jaw became just a little bit more rigidly set than it had been when he entered. "Oh, no, no curiosity," she said, in a hard tone. "Not the least! Dear me, no! But what was it you cut out?" "How'dye know I cut it out?" he asked her, tantalizingly. To himself he was saying. "Now, aren't women just the limit for being wild and crazy to find out the least little thing that seems like as if it's sort o' under cover? I'll just keep her dancing over that a while." "Well, nobody else has had the paper but you," she said, "and so of course you must have cut this thing out, whatever it was. Now, what was it? Tell me." "I haven't said that I cut anything out of the paper," said the man. "Do you know," she said in a tone that became harder and harder, "you are acting very strangely about this. I don't profess to understand it at all, 'deed I don't. Cutting things out of the Starpaper and then looking guilty when I ask you about 'em. 'Deed, I can't understand it. What's the reason, pray, that you are afraid to tell me what this was that you cut out of here?" "Oh, don't be so durned inquisitive," said he, shedding his coat and donning his smoking jacket. "What good's it going to do you to know?" She was beginning, plainly, to become excited. "John Swuggs," she said, sternly, rising to her feet and casting the paper from her, "what is the meaning of all this mystery, anyway?" "Oh, mystery, nothin'," he replied. "Mystery, chucks. Whatchoo talking about—mystery!" "I demand to know," she exclaimed, walking over to where he sat curled up in his easy chair, "what this is that you cut out of the paper. Is it about something that you don't want me to know about? If so, do you think I am going to permit myself to be hoodwinked in such easy fashion? Do you spose there are not other copies of this paper? But the idea—the very idea!—of your sneaking around that way, cutting things out of the paper, and then not telling your own wife what they are. Is that thing you've cut out of the paper about you?" "Tommy-rot," said the man, picking up a magazine and turning the advertising pages over idly. "About me! Whatchoo think I've been doing to get my name in the paper?" "That's—exactly—what—I—don't—know—but—what—I—mean—to—find—out," replied his wife, with a snap of the jaws after every word. "If it's not something about you, then there's no reason why you shouldn't be willing to let me know what it was about, or who. The idea of your being so secretive as all that!" "Oh, bother," said the man. "Lemme read." "John Swuggs," said his wife, now beginning to exhibit symptoms of tearfulness, "do you think you are treating me right? Do you think it is manly for you to—to keep me in the dark in this way? That clipping certainly contained something that you didn't want me to know about, or you wouldn't be so stubborn about telling me what it was and showing it to me." "You're from Missouri. aren't you?" said the man, meanly. "Got to be shown, haven't you?" "It's only perfectly natural," she replied, showing more symptoms of tearfulness, "that I should wish to know about anything that concerns you, even if 'it is—is—something disgraceful. If you've gone and done something wicked to g-g-get your n-n-name in the p-p-paper, why, I ought t-t-t-to know all about it, and—" And then, of course, seeing that she was getting her handkerchief all up into a wad and her nose was becoming all red with weeping, the man had to produce the clipping and show it to her and fit it into the space from which it had been taken—and, by the way, she bought another copy of The Star on the following day to see whether the clipping he showed her was actually the one he had cut from the paper. The clipping he had cut out was an advertisement next-to-reading-matter referring to winter trips to Bermuda. The man wanted to write for a booklet about the trips, and so he'd cut out the ad. But he had to show her. Sounds improbable, ch? Just try cutting anything out of the paper and then put the paper where your wife is bound to come across it and see the vacant space, and find out how improbable it is! Buffalo Commercial ROMANCE OF ARTISTS. Douguestau and His American Wife Engaged for Twenty Years. The recent death of the great French painter Bouguereau recalls one of the most unusual and romantic international marriages in which an American woman ever figured. Mme. Bouguereau, the widow of Adolphe Guillaume Bouguereau, was Elizabeth Gardner of Exeter, N. H. She was born in that old New England town more than half a century ago, and her family had come there among the earlier settlers, more than a century before. In 1805 this daughter of the Puritans went to Paris to study art. It was a very unusual step for a woman in those days. Rosa Bonneur was as yet the only pioneer of woman's invasion of the artist colony of Paris. Miss Gardner had a long, hard struggle for success, handicapped throughout by a desperate lack of funds. In the Julian street studios she encountered Bouguereau, already famous, and the critic of her class. The American girl became the friend of her instructor, his wife and family—a friendship which lasted until the death of the first Mine. Bouguereau, and has never ceased between the second wife and her husband's only surviving daughter, now married After the death of the first Mme. Bouguereau came the romance. Student and master fell in love and desired to marry. But the mother of the painter was intensely opposed to his marriage, not to Miss Gardner especially, but to any American woman, necessarily so different in race, religion, ideas and temperament. Miss Gardner would not marry Bouguereau against the opposition of his mother. Therefore for twenty years, as long as the old mother lived, they remained fiances. All this time Elizabeth Gardner was working steadily and patiently in her chosen art. She was the first American woman to win a gold medal in the Paris salon. She exhibited in the salon over and over again, the first of her pictures accepted there, years ago, being "Cornelia and Her Jewels." A few years ago she presented one of her paintings. "Across the Brook," to her native town, and it was placed in the art room of the Robinson seminary. When the marriage finally took place Bouguerzean won not an unknown student, but a well known artist, for his wife. This was in 1896. Two years ago the distinguished couple were honored with gold medals from several European monarchs as an appreciation of their additions to modern French art. Sherlock Undone Padlock Bones had solved the mystery of the Bainbridge Button and was just returning from a morning stroll. To his friend and companion, Dr. Watdaughter, he remarked: "I see that a large, slovenly stranger has called in my absence, entering at the side gate and stopping to regulate his watch by the clock in the hall, and made himself quite at home, going into my private room and smoking furiously at my cigars while here. "How do I know? Watdaughter, your denseness is positively painful. I know that he came in at the side gate because he cleaned the mud from his shoes before stepping upon the veranda; if he had entered the yard by the front gate he would have escaped the mud. The amount of dirt removed from his shoes signifies that he is a large man, and one can easily see that he is slovenly because he did not clean his shoes thoroughly, but left muddy footprints throughout the hall. "He was a stranger or he would have known that the path leading to the side entrance is muddy at this season. I can tell that he stopped to regulate his watch by the clock in the hall, as the mud is much thicker there. He smoked fast, for four of my cigars have disappeared from the box on the mantle, and he has been in my private room, for ashes are strewn about upon the carpet." "Your royal loftiness, I am pained to inform you that for the first time in your illustrious and most remarkable career you have erred, with the accent on the rr. "There has been no stranger here, nor no large man. No one entered at the side gate nor set a watch by the clock in the hall. No one smoked four cigars nor entered your private room. "The mud outside the door I scraped from a spade with which I had been working among the flowers, and any dirt within the hall I am responsible for. The girl accidentally tipped over your box of cigars while dusting the room and broke four, throwing the fragments out. The ashes upon the floor of your private room you dropped last evening, and the side gate has been nailed up for two days. Thus you have been wrong in your deductions." But Bones was busy preparing "pills," and soon the room was odoriferous as a Chinese laundry.—James W. Babcock in Lippincott's. Quail Hen's Coveys of 54 Birds. An interesting incident in reference to the breeding of quail was told recently by a gentleman living in the vicinity of Cypress. He says that an old quail hen nested in his yard and that during the year three separate coveys of young birds were raised. The party mentioned watched the old bird during the breeding season and was careful that nothing moistened her or her eggs. Early in the summer the first covey came off with twenty birds, all of which were raised. Then another covey of sixteen was raised, and finally, late in the summer, another hatch of eighteen birds was brought off. That makes a total of fifty-four birds raised by one hen this season. The incident offers several interesting suggestions—namely, that the present closed season on the bird is about correct to cover the entire breeding period. It also shows that the killing of quail in September and October is nothing short of murder, as the old birds are too poor form caring for their young, and the young birds too young to be of any value for eating.—Houston Post. Sigsbee Was the Paul Bearer Rear Admiral Sigsbee and Gen. Horace Porter, ex-ambassador to France, who were the prominent figures in the recent removal of the body of John Paul Jones to Annapolis, met in New York the other evening at a dinner given by the Loyal legion. Admiral Sigsbee in concluding his speech discounted his part in the removal of the naval hero's body. "No credit belongs to me," he said. "I simply brought his body across the sea in my batleship. Gen. Porter had the great task of finding the body." "He is right," said Gen. Porter, jumping to his feet. "I was the Paul finder; Admiral Sigsbee was the pallbearer." They forgave him the pun—New York Tribune. HAPPY NEW YEAR "Wish you happy New Year," De sun cum out to say; "Wish you happy New Year," De sparrow chirps so gay. Of winter is a prowlin' An' a scowlin' near at hand. But he could' spoil de custom Dat's established in de land. "Wish you happy New Year," In spite er ice an' snow; In spite o' disappointments An' of every kind of woe, De sun it come a-smillin' Till it put de frost to shame. If it kin fohget its troubles, Reckon I kin do de same. —Washington CURIOUS NOISES FROM SANDS Sounds That Hawaiian Natives Believe Ghosts Make. * The mystery of the so-called "singing sands" is one that has never been solved quite satisfactorily. Such sands are found in the neighborhood of Manchester, N. H., which is somewhat famous for them, and they occur also on Kauai, one of the islands of the Hawaiian group. The "barking sands" of Kauai form large conical dunes along the shore, some of them as much as seventy feet in height, and as the grains roll down the slope, impelled by the wind, they emit a curious sound that is not unlike the muffled barking of a dog. In the Colorado desert, often described as the hottest spot on earth, which is so celebrated for its extraordinary and deceptive mirages, similar sands occur in hills which, being of a non-sedentary disposition, are continually traveling hither and thither over the vast plain of clay. Of course, it is the wind that moves them, and the silious particles of which they are composed give out, when a strong breeze is blowing, an audible humming or singing sound. By examining these particles under a magnifying glass it has been ascertained that nearly all of them are perfectly spherical, so that they roll upon each other in response to the slightest impulse. This accounts for the rapidity with which the hills travel over the desert. As for the singing, the reason is by no means so obvious, but the theory now accepted is that it has something to do with an exceedingly thin film of gas covering the grains. By and by, if the sand is gathered and taken away, it loses its vocal properties. The singing sands of the Island of Kauai are perhaps the most remarkable of all. When a small quantity of them is taken up and clapped smartly between the hands it gives out a sound so shrill as to be described as a hoot. Again, if a shovelful be put into a bag and slammed about with violence the barking noise becomes surprisingly loud. The Hawaiian natives believe that the sounds are made by the ghosts of dead people, the dunes having been used since time immemorial as burial places.—Baltimore Sun. King Oscar Was a Genial Host. Although the people of Norway have decided to cut away from Sweden, they have little against King Oscar as a democratic individual. He is a tall erect, handsome old gentleman, courtly and kind in manner, and is, perhaps, the most approachable monarch. Several years ago, while aboard his yacht Drott, in northern waters, a party on a passing steamer asked permission to go aboard. It was courteously granted. King Oscar, in greeting his visitors, said: "I fear I cannot show you such a yacht as you have shown me this morning, but she is comfortable enough for an old gentleman, and I have spent twenty-two happy summers on her." To a journalist in the party the King granted a few minutes' conversation, and his first question, in perfect English, was: "You have a great many of my countrymen in your northwestern territories. What sort of citizens do they make?" "The best we have, your majesty." Smiling, and thinking for a few moments, he remarked: "Is that the truth, or is it a newspaper man's diplomatic answer?" Not long ago King Oscar was sitting in the smoking room of a Wiesbaden hotel, where a group of gentlemen were discussing the questions of the hour—strikes, socialism, communism, the revolutionary tendencies of the time, etc. One of the party, expatiating upon his pet theories with considerable vehement, wound up with the remark: "The days of monarchies are numbered." King Oscar looked up and smiled. "Evidently you don't agree with me," resumed the speaker; "but can you give me any good reasons for thinking otherwise?" "Only one—I am the King of Sweden," he replied—Success Magazine. His Wish. The following colloquy actually occurred during one of the earlier battles in the Philippines. A detachment of American infantry, under orders to support a section of Capt. Reilly's battery, were halted for quite a while on a perfect flat military road in full view and fine range of the Filipino trenches. Of course, to lie flat on the road was the only available "use of cover." In this detachment was an Irishman who had served his time with the colors in the British army before he enlisted with Uncle Sam. As a recruit he had been very prone to tell how the British soldiers did everything. As a result he was incessantly plied with questions as to his experiences. While the bullets were "plopping" down the road and kicking up the gravel, a young Yankee suddenly asked. "Say, Mike, what do the British soldiers do with their heads in a place like this?" Quick as a flash came the retort, "A British soldier has no head, sorr!" After a full two-minute pause, Mike continued, "Howiver, be that as it may. I wish I could pick up this d—— road and stan' it on edge ferninst me!"—Harper's Weekly. Teaching His Dog Grammar. "Talking about that question of the sitting versus the setting sun," said a man. "I have a friend who has spent months in trying to teach grammar to his dog. He didn't want the animal, which is very well trained, to pay any attention to the command, 'Lay down.' He said such atrocious grammar should meet with no response from a well educated dog and that 'Lie down' was the only thing his pet should obey. Now, if you've ever noticed it, nine persons out of ten, grammarians or not, are sure to say 'Lay down' when speaking to a dog. My poor friend had to do his training whenever the need arose, and his efforts to make the beast understand the very slight difference in the sounds of the two words have nearly given both dog and master, to say nothing of other people, nervous prostration. At last the master has yielded and says the dog understands that when he is told to 'Lay down' it means 'Lay himself down.'"—Philadelphia Record. Captive Pigeon Reaches Home Wings battered and tail feathers partly gone, too plainly telling the story of captivity from which it had escaped, a pigeon which was one of the contestants in the 400 mile race from Memphis to Louisville reached its loft in the yard of the home of Charles Wirth last Friday. nearly two weeks late. The bird flew into its loft as if glad to get back home. but it showed that it had not had a pleasant journey from Memphis. It is supposed that the pigeon was trapped by some one when it was blown out of its course by the storm the birds are known to have encountered. Although it is not positively known, it is easily supposed that the bird, after being held in captivity for several days, was released, the capturers thinking the bird would stay. As soon as it was turned loose the bird took up its interrupted flight to Louisville and home.—Louisville Courier-Journal. WHISKY BOTTLE IN ARCHIVES Part That It Played in a Hawaiian Revolution. A whisky bottle is filed away with care among the archives of the Hawaiian government, as are also two of the nodding chicken feather helmet adornments formerly worn by King Kalakaua on state occasions. The bottle is certainly a unique "document" for the archives, but a written statement across the face of the label shows that it played an important part in the revolution of 1805, when the attempt was made to overthrow the republic and restore the Queen to her throne. The bottle is an ordinary one, with a bulging cork, and is about half full of a liquid of which, for some reason or another, no one in the capitol is willing to partake. Across the face is the following written with pen and ink: "In re treason of Gulick et al. Ex. B. Billed this 21st day of January, 1895. J. W. Jones, 1st Lieut. Co. D., N. G. H. Recorder." After the death of Charles Carter at Diamond Head, who was killed by revolutionists, the government troops were dispatched to Bertelmann's place and put on guard. It was a strenuous time. One night when the guards were being changed every hour, so that no sentry would have an opportunity of falling asleep, the officer in charge is said to have sent for some hot coffee. This would aid in keeping the soldiers awake. The coffee came. Also a bottle of whisky was brought along. The officers said the men could drink coffee, but not whisky. It was suggested that whisky might be put in the coffee. No. It might make them drowsy. But it happened that one of the soldiers drank some whisky. He fell asleep half an hour afterward and did not wake until the next morning about daylight. He was shaken several times during the night, but he was in a deep, heavy slumber and could not be awakened. The bottle of whisky was kept in the camp. The contents are, and probably will remain, untouched, for there seems to be a general impression about that the contents were, and may be still, "doped."—Honolulu Commercial Advertiser Japanese Marriage Laws. Although Japan has revealed herself as highly enlightened in so many spheres of civilization, she has not yet applied reformatory principles to the institution of marriage. There is as yet no such thing in Japan as equality between the sexes. The law relating to marriage recognizes no wrongs except on the part of the wife, from whom the husband may obtain a divorce by merely asserting that he is tired of her, or upon any of the following grounds: Disobedience, adultery, barrenness, jealousy, physical antipathy, talkativeness or theft. When a girl is about to marry, her mother impresses upon her various rules of conduct to be followed during her wedded life. Some of these are: "Be always amiable to your mother-in-law and father-in-law. "Don't talk much. "Get up early, go to bed late, and never sleep in the afternoon. "Until you are fifty. never mix in crowds. "Do not consult fortune-tellers. "Do not wear light clothes. "Be humble and polite. "Never allow yourself to be jealous. "Even if your husband is in the wrong, never get angry. "Never speak evil of your neighbors. "Strict obedience to a husband is a wife's noblest virtue."—Harper's Weekly. The "Old Maid" Solved, in Siam. Recent census returns show that there exists in Massachusetts a superfluity of unmarried women of marriageable age—in short, of what the world ungallantly calls old maids. Yet Gov. Douglas has issued no executive message, and even the Miles and Byles boomers have not made it a party issue. But the King of Siam, in whose kingdom there exists the same state of affairs in respect to bachelor maids as in the Bay state, has shown a greater statesmanship and a keener appreciation of the situation. He himself having married all the women he considers the royal revenues can possibly support, and finding a large number still left over, has issued a proclamation declaring that his royal heart is grieved for the lonely state of the many thousands of bachelor maids throughout his domains, and offering to issue a free pardon to any prisoner who will marry even one of them. In most cases the gracious offer of the King has been gladly accepted. But we regret to say that in a few instances confirmed old bachelors have refused to purchase their liberty at such a price. For these delinquents the lord of the red umbrella and the white elephant will doubtless devise a fitting punishment—if, indeed, any punishment can be found even in the Orient to fit such a crime.—New York Press. Accommodating. Former Ambassador Joseph H. Choate recently told a story of an Englishman and a Scotchman who were swapping fish tales while dining with a number of friends. The Briton related a tall story of a fish he had landed whose alleged measurements were such that every one present smiled, though none ventured to express doubt as to the truth of the account. The Scot, in his turn, related a yarn. He had, he averred, once caught a fish that he had been unable to pull in alone, managing to land it at last only with the aid of two friends. "It was a skate, and 4 or 5 feet long," declared the Scot, in the solemnnest of tones. Silence followed this extraordinary statement, during which the Briton, offended, left the table. The host followed. After returning, he said to the Scotchman: "Sir, you have insulted my friend. You must apologize." "I didna insult him," said the Scot. "Yes, you did." indignantly responded he host, "with that confounded story of a skate 4 or 5 feet long." "Weel," finally said the offender, slowly and with the air of one making a great concession, "tell him if he will take a few feet off his fish I will see what I can do with mine."—Harper's Weekly. Girl Messenger Killed. Stella Dreyer, 16 years old, employed as a messenger by a telegraph company at Iowa City, was run over and instantly killed on the Rock Island tracks. In her hand, when the body was taken from the rails, was a telegram conveying news of a woman's sudden death at the wedding of her son. It was while hastening to deliver this message that the girl was killed. THE SAD TALE OF BILL AND BOB. Bob fell in with Bill, one day. But promptly they fell out; Yet by the lake they stopped to play. And thus it came about. They both fell in, slack-a-day! And nevermore fell out. —Emma C. Dowd in Lippincott's. Bishop Colton of Buffalo notified the police that the gold cross set with rubies, reported to have been stolen, had been found in the folds of his robe. The lights went out suddenly in the shopping district of Indianapolis, Ind., while the stores were full of people. The merchants locked the doors to hold the crowds to be searched. James Neville, aged 12 years, of Terre Haute, Ind., died while visiting in Richmond, Va., from convulsions caused by seeing the body of a murdered man. A lighted cigarette, falling from the driver's lips, touched off a load of Christmas fireworks and caused a pyrotechnical runaway in which several persons were injured at Houston, Tex. Some minerals, such as diamonds, give out light when rubbed together. Sir William Crookes says that he has prepared an artificial sulphide of zinc which is more luminescent under friction than any natural mineral. An unknown insane man is dying at the Richmond, a., hospital. His delusion was that oceans of whisky were heaving and rolling before him, but though he made every effort he could not secure a drop to drink. Advices have been received of the death at Waelder, Tex., of Mrs. Lottie Davis, colored, who was 107 years old. Her husband, James Davis, 115 years old, survives her. The couple had lived together for ninety years. Freddie Blankenship, 8 years old, has been tried at Wiggins, Mass., for the alleged murder of George Jackson, aged 7. The judge took the case under advisement, and in rendering a verdict promises to take into consideration the youth of the prisoner. David and Thomas Fuller, brothers, aged about 70 years, died in Thomas' home at Bronson, Mich., from poisoning, the result of eating meat which had become tainted by standing on a tin plate. David Fuller lived in Coldwater and went to Bronson to visit his brother. Mrs. Lowell Brow. was found unconscious in her room at Indianapolis and was taken to the hospital, where she died. When found her face, neck and hands had been dyed black as coal. She is thought to have been stricken while dyeing her hair and in her struggles dyed her face, neck and hands. Miss Marry Kolling, daughter of a wealthy ranchman, of Nuckols county, Nebraska, is dead from the effects of treatment she had been taking to reduce her flesh. Miss Kolling was 19 years old and weighed upward of 400 pounds when she began to take the treatment. At her death she had reduced to 340 pounds. One of the courts in Paris is occupied with a case against a picture dealer who sold what he asserted was a genuine Raphael for $16,000. The buyer paid $2000 down, then discovered that the dealer had bought the picture for 20 francs. He wants his $2000 back. But three experts have pronounced the painting genuine. Mrs. Alfred Wiltse of Albany, N. Y., is the mother of a 3-year-old daughter, which she insists was born 116 days, or less than four months, after she had given birth to a son. Her story is vouched for by Dr. George T. Meston, a reputable physician. Both parents are a few months over 20 years of age. Both children are normal. The Farmers' union of Sherman county. Tex., has adopted a union label, which they require to be placed on all farm products marketed. Products raised by non-union farmers cannot carry the label, and such articles will be declared to be of "rat" production. The object is to force every farmer to join the union or drive his products out of the market. Mr. and Mrs. John Zanger, newly married, were paraded through the streets of Logansport, Ind., in a big brewery wagon lighted with four red lanterns and filled with shouting friends. They were driven to the Panhandle station, where they left for Union City to spend their honeymoon. Zanger is a Panhandle employe. Ald. Franklin Starkey. Battle Creek, was convicted of furnishing liquor to prisoners in the county jail and sentenced to pay a fine of $100 and costs. Starkey is prominent in politics and was a leader in the race for the Republician nomination for mayor of Battle Creek. While being shown through the jail, he gave two prisoners a drink from a bottle. An investigation by the Kansas state board of health disclosed that an epidemic of diphtheria at Yates Center was caused by public ownership of lead pencils. The school board buys pencils for the pupils and these are gathered up each night and distributed in the morning. One child contracted diphtheria, and in a few days the disease was communicated to fifty pupils by means of the pencils. The state board ordered the pencils destroyed and the system abolished. Whether a mother can recover money spent by a minor son in courting is the issue in the case of Cargo versus McVicker in the common pleas court at Pittsburg. Justice of the Peace Hugh Simons of Hoboken, Pa., decided she could, and gave Mrs. Lizzie Cargo, mother of Norman, a verdict against Sarah McVicker for $30.70, which Norman spent entertaining Mrs. McVicker's daughter. Once, Mr. Cargo says, she whipped Norman for spending his wages, needed at home, on the girl, but this did not help matters. James T. McCorkle, an attorney of Pueblo, Colo., and Miss Lulu May Nesbit of Oakdale, a suburb of Pittsburgh, were married recently. The wedding was set for September 28, but on August 19 Miss Nesbit met with a railroad accident which necessitated the amputation of one of her feet. Miss Nesbit wired her fiance that she would release him from the engagement. His only reply was to hurry to her bedside and plead that the ceremony be performed at once, but the physicians advised a delay. A second operation was necessary, and her leg was amputated a few inches above the ankle. John C. New, formerly secretary of the treasury and consul general to London under President Harrison, and John C. Wright, his associate in business, were acquitted at Noblesville, Ind., of charges of fraud in the sale of stock in the First National bank of Indianapolis. involving 820,000. The plaintiff was Einner Stephenson, receiver for the Indiana Banking company. This was the fifty-first day of the trial and the fifth time the case had been tried. Four juries disagreed. The first trial occurred in 1855. The transaction occurred in 1878, but suit was not filed until six years afterward. The first use of the photograph in a Boston court in a damage suit for noise has resulted in a verdict for the plaintiffs. A. P. Loring, owner of the Albany building, sued the Boston Elevated company for $150,000 because trains passing around the corner of the building caused annoyance. A photograph was brought into court to reproduce the noise made by the trains as they passed. A photometer was also used to show the diminution of light due to the erection of the elevated structure, and an oscillometer showed photographs of the air waves disturbed during the passing of a train. A verdict of $45,000 was given with interest, the total making $58,297. Mitchell Shadrick, a giant 7 feet in height, was almost instantly killed near Columbus, Mo., by an 18-year-old boy, Henry Jonas, who brought him down with a stone, no larger than a walnut, thrown from a distance of forty feet. Shadrick had struck at a younger brother of Jonas, and, it is said, had pickled up a club with the intention of assaulting Henry Jonas. The boy picked up a small stone and threw it at the giant. It struck him behind the left ear. No coffin in Columbus was long enough to contain the body of the man, and it was found necessary to make one to order. The friends of Jonas refer to the encounter as the fight between David and Goliath. 一 The Munising (Mich.) lodges of Odd Fellows and Maccabees are parties to an interesting controversy. The Maccabees, it is claimed, owe the Odd Fellows about $75 for hall rent. The Maccabees selected new quarters, but could not hold a meeting without their charter. The Odd Fellows had it locked up and refused to surrender it unless the indebtedness was liquidated. The Maccabees consulted an attorney, with the result that the charter was replevined. Another Munising attorney appeared for the Odd Fellows when the opposing sides squared off for the first round in justice court. The case was fought all day on technicalities raised by the lawyers and was finally adjourned to a future date for the trial of the general issue. Some interesting questions have been raised and it is not improbable that the matter will be taken to the circuit court. Gates Paid for "Pants." Merrill Edwards Gates, former president of Amherst college, was noted for his closeness and for his extreme correctness of language. One day he bought a pair of trousers at Thompson's clothing store in Amherst, and had them charged. The bill came at the end of the month, and was as follows: "President Gates, to J. A. Thompson, debtor, one pair pants, $4." President Gates sent the bill back with the following note in pencil at the bottom: "'Pants' is incorrect; please amend." A month passed by and President Gates received another bill for the trousers: "President Gates to J. A. Thompson, debtor, one pair pants, $4." Again he amended the bill and sent it back to Thompson. In a month's time President Gates received a third bill from Thompson, still with the objectionable word "pants" in it. This time he went to see Thompson in person, taking the bill with him, and explaining why he had not paid it, concluding his remarks by saying: "I always use correct language myself, and I wish others to do the same." "President Gates," said Thompson. "I've been in the clothing business twenty years, and I've always sold two grades of goods, pants and trousers. Trousers are everything over $5 in price; pants everything under $5. It's pants I sold you, and, by ——, it's pants you'll pay for." President Gates paid the bill.—Boston Herald. Woman and Humor A party of men, among whom was Col. William Jennings Bryan, were one night waiting for a train in a depot hotel in a small Missouri town. The landlady was the only woman present. The talk turning upon the alleged inability of women to see the point of a joke as readily as do the men. Mr. Bryan took the ground that a sense of humor was as much a part of the feminine make-up as it was that of man, but that it merely lacked opportunity for development. "To illustrate," said he, "take the story of a party of excursionists in the Aegean sea. When approaching the Greecian coast the party assembled about the rails to enjoy the beautiful scenery. One lady turned inquiringly to a gentleman at her right and said— "What is that white off there on the horizon?" "That is the snow on the mountains," replied the gentleman addressed. "Well, that's funny,' she replied. 'My husband said it was grease.'" All of the men in the group laughed noisily at Mr. Bryan's story, but the landlady looked puzzled. Finally she said— "But, Mr. Bryan, how did the grease get on the mountain?" Mr. Bryan at once dropped the defense of women as born humorists.—H. T. Dobbins, in Lippincott's. Japanese Ridicules Education Kentok Hori, the Japanese missionary now in Chicago, was criticising education in the Occident. "A western education," he said, "lays too much stress on dates, facts, general information—all those things that one can look up in a jiffy in the encyclopedia. "The Oriental education is best in that it deals only in such things as develop the mind, leaving general information quite alone. "Of what great good is general information, after all? The futility of much of it was well brought out the other day in a conversation between two students. "Think of it,' said the first student. 'It would take 12,000,000 years to pump the sea dry, pumping at the rate of 1000 gallons a second.' "The other thought. Then he said. 'And where would you put all the water?' "Philadelphia Bulletin. A Winner. Three little girls in Harlem were one day discoursing about the baby brothers that had taken up their residence with their respective families during the year. Said the first little girl. "My brother Tom's got the beautifulest silver cup that his godfather gave him." "Oh," exclaimed the second little girl. "that's nothing. My brother Willie's got the most expensive go-cart that ever was." "Well," said the third little girl. "my brother Eddie ain't half so big, maybe, as your brothers. But," she added, with ill-concealed triumph. "the doctor says he's had more fits than any other baby in the neighborhood."—Harper's Weekly. IT INSTANTLY STOPS THE PAIN. THINK WHAT THIS MEANS TO THE LITTLE ONES. Rev. A. L. Tull, pastor M. E. church, Darlington, Wis., says, "Cole's Carbolisalve is invaluable for severe burns. It acts like magic, relieving the pain almost instantly, and it cures without scars." Don't wait until someone gets burned, but keep a box handy. 25c and 50c as druggists or by mail. Write for free sample to J. W. Cole & Co., Black River Falls, Wis. BOY'S TERRIBLE ECZEMA Mouth and Eyes Covered with Crusts Hands Pinned Down—Miraculous Cure by Cuticura "When my little boy was six months old, he had eczema. The sores extended so quickly over the whole body that we at once called in the doctor. We then went to another doctor, but he could not help him, and in our despair we went to a third one. Matters became so bad that he had regular holes in his cheeks, large enough to put a finger into. The food had to be given with a spoon, for his mouth was covered with crusts as thick as a finger, and whenever he opened the mouth they began to bleed and suppurate, as did also his eyes. Hands, arms, chest and back, in short the whole body, was covered over and over. We had no rest by day or night. Whenever he was laid in his bed, we had to pin his hands down; otherwise he would scratch his face, and make an open sore. I think his face must have itched most fearfully. "We finally thought nothing could help, and I had made up my mind to send my wife with the child to Europe, hoping that the sea air might cure him, otherwise he was to be put under good medical care there. But, Lord be blessed, matters came differently, and we soon saw a miracle. A friend of ours spoke about Cuticura. We made a trial with Cuticura Soap, Ointment and Resolvent, and within ten days or two weeks we noticed a decided improvement. Just as quickly as the sickness had appeared it also began to disappear, and within ten weeks the child was absolutely well, and his skin was smooth and white as never before. F. Hohrath, President of the C. L. Hohrath Company, Manufacturers of Silk Ribbons, 4 to 20 Rink Alley, South Bethlehem, Pa., June 5. 1905." The English Vocabulary. The English language—according to a German statistician who has made a study of languages—heads the list with the enormous vocabulary of 260,000 words. German comes next, with 80,000 words; then Italian, with 75,000; French, with 30,000; Turkish, with 22,500; and Spanish, with 20,000. NO MAN IS STRONGER THAN HIS STOMACH. Let the greatest athlete have dyspepsia and his muscles would soon fail. Physical strength is derived from food. If a man has insufficient food he loses strength. If he has no food he dies. Food is converted into nutrition through the stomach and bowels. It depends on the strength of the stomach to what extent food eaten is digested and assimilated. People can die of starvation who have abundant food to eat, when the stomach and its associate organs of digestion and nutrition do not perform their duty. Thus the stomach is really the vital organ of the body. If the stomach is "weak" the body will be weak also, because it is upon the stomach the body relies for its strength. And as the body, considered as a whole, is made up of its several members and organs, so the weakness of the body as a consequence of "weak" stomach will be distributed among the organs which compose the body. If the body is weak because it is ill-nourished that physical weakness will be found in all the organs—heart, liver, kidneys, etc. The liver will be torpid and inactive, giving rise to biliousness, loss of appetite, weak nerves, feeble or irregular action of heart, palpitation, dizziness, headache, backache and kindred disturbances and weaknesses. Mr. Louis Pare, of Quebec, writes: "For years after my health began to fall, my head grew dizzy, eyes pained me, and my stomach was sore all the time, while everything I would eat would seem to lie heavy like lead on my stomach. The doctors claimed that it was sympathetic trouble due to dyspepsia, and prescribed for me, and although I took their powders regularly yet I felt no better. My wife advised me to try Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery—and stop taking the doctor's medicine. She bought me a bottle and we soon found that I began to improve, so I kept up the treatment. I took on flesh, my stomach became normal, the digestive organs worked perfectly and I soon began to look like a different person. I can never cease to be grateful for what your medicine has done for me and I certainly give it highest praise." Don't be wheedled by a penny-grabbing dealer into taking inferior substitutes for Dr. Pierce's medicines, recommended to To gain knowledge of your own body—in sickness and health—send for the People's Common Sense Medical Adviser. A book of 1008 pages. Send 21 one-cent stamps for paper-covered, or 31 stamps for cloth-bound copy. Address Dr. R. V. Pierce, 663 Main Street. Buffalo, N. Y. Will stop any cough that can be stopped by any medicine and cure coughs that cannot be cured by any other medicine. It is always the best cough cure. You cannot afford to take chances on any other kind. KEMP'S BALSAM cures coughs, colds, bronchitis, grip, asthma and consumption in first stages. THE BOSTON "TEA PARTY" Local Daughters of American Revolution Celebrate Anniversary. On the 16th of December last was the anniversary of the historic "Boston Tea Party" and it was appropriately observed by the Boston chapters of the Daughters of the American Revolution and other patriotic societies. It was on this date, 132 years ago, that the little band of patriots, disguised as Mohawk Indians, boarded the ships in Boston harbor and threw overboard their cargoes of tea in protest of the tax imposed on that commodity by England. It was one of the acts leading directly to the outbreak of the War of the Revolution. Of course, the startling intelligence of the spilling of the tea in Boston harbor traveled throughout the colonies as fast as the good horses of the day, with plenty of relays, could carry it, reaching New York in five days and Philadelphia in eight days. In the latter place there was much interest excited over the "amazing news from the eastward." The Pennsylvania Journal, a staid old sheet of that time, issued what is believed to be the first "extra" in the history of American journalism, setting forth the story of the Boston "tea party" as brought by the express rider from New York. DON'T DESPAIR. Read the Experience of a Minnesota Woman and Take Heart. If your back aches, and you feel sick, languid, weak and miserable day after day, don't worry. Doan's Kidney Pills have cured thousands of women in the same condition. Mrs. A. Helman of Stillwater, Minn., says: "But for Doan's Kidney Pills I would not be living now. They cured me in 1899 after day, don't worry. Doan's Kidney Pills have cured thousands of women in the same condition. Mrs. A. Helman of Stillwater, Minn., says: "But for Doan's Kidney Pills I would not be living now. They cured me in 1899 I've been well since. I used to have such pain in my back that once I fainted. The kidney secretions were much disordered, and I was so far gone that I was thought to be at death's door. Since Doan's Kidney Pills cured me I feel as if I had been pulled back from the tomb." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Horseback Ride of 800 Miles. The most wonderful straight away ride ever made by a man was the gallop of Francis Xavier Aubrey—ci-devant Canadian voyageur, and a famous Pany Express rider—from Santa Fe, N. M., to Independence, Mo., in 1853—800 miles in 5 days 13 hours. In 1852 he had covered the same distance in a little over eight days, and his record was on the wager of $1000 that he "could do it in an even eight." In the whole distance he did not stop to rest and changed horses only with every 100 or 200 miles. He was a stocky French Canadian, light hearted, genial, adventurous absolutely fearless. For some time he was an overland freighter; and he also made the enormously difficult and dangerous drive of a flock of sheep from New Mexico to California across the deserts of the Colorado. He was killed in Santa Fe.—McClure's Magazine. Necessities of a Happy Life. There are two fundamental necessities for a happy life, namely, a useful occupation for mind and body, and an outlet for unselfish affection. The first requisite for enduring happiness is in having work to do in which one believes. Such work always aims at the accomplishment of something useful. While this work must be done with fair efficiency, it should not be accompanied with too much drudgery or exhaustion. The simpler the plan on which one's living is modeled, the less will be the complications and disturbances caused by an over-elaborate scale of existence, and the more time will be left for the real duties and pleasures of life.—From "Vital Questions," by Dr. Henry D. Chapin. Robbed in Church. Just think what an outrage it is to be robbed of all the benefits of the services by continuous coughing throughout the congregation, when Anti-Gripine is guaranteed to cure. Sold everywhere, 25 cents. F. W. Diemer, M. D., Manufacturer, Springfield, Mo. Siberian Cold. The soil of Siberia at the close of the summer is found still frozen for 46 inches beneath the surface, and the dead that have lain in their coffins for 150 years have been taken up unchanged in the least. TO CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY Take LAXATIVE BROMO Quinine Tablets. Druggists refund money if it fails to cure. E. W. Grove's signature is on each box. 25c. —The Grand Duchess Marie of Russia is only 15, extremely pretty and sweet looking. She is generally designated as the "Cinderella" of Russian Princesses. We are never without a botttle of Piso's Cure for Consumption in our house.—Mrs. E. M. Swayze, Wakita, Okla.. April 17, 1901. There is an agitation in Glasgow, Scotland, to have umbrella stands provided on the platform of the electric street cars. MRS. WINSLOW'S SOOTHING SYRUP for Children teething; softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25 cents a bottle. S. S. Wertz of Altoona, Pa., is the proud possessor of the watch once owned by Lafayette. The savings banks of Italy contain over $666,000,000. HOPELESS "Why won't you marry me?" I asked imperiously, as of right. "You'll own you have encouraged me. Yes! Yes! Up to this very night. It is not fair to make me so The laughing stock of all the town. If you refuse, at least be just, And tell me WHY you turn me down." She listened with her eyes downcast, Nor ever raised them to my gaze. Her shy, sweet attitude enhanced Her loveliness beyond all praise. The moments passed. No word she spoke. The moments passed. No word she spoke. There was a long and trying pause. Then softly, but so firmly that I lost all hope, she said: "Because!" Tea-Table Salad. More Sensible. She—Do you believe in telling fortunes? He—No, I believe in making them.—Detroit Free Press. "Like" and "Love" ence between like and Small Boy—Yes, ma'am. I like my father and mother, but I love pie.—Ram's Horn. A Soft Answer. Guest (angrily)—Here, waiter. I've been kept waiting here a whole hour! Waiter (pleasantly)—Dear me, sir, how time does fly!—Translated for Tales from Les Annales. * As It Is! The Foreigner—And how in zee's game of foot, zee' ball played? The Native—Well, the way they play it here it takes 22 players and 250 policemen—Cleveland Plain Dealer. The Cheerful Truth Teller. Justin Gaged—Good evening, Freddy. Do you know who I am? Freddy (aged 7)—eYs; mamma said you were sister Clara's last hope!— Translated for Taies from Familie-Journal. Her Way of Reasoning Mr. Younghub—What? Boiled these eggs eighteen minutes? Why, they needed only three! Mrs. Younghub—Yes, dear; but the clock was fifteen minutes slow!—London search. Of Course. "Do you believe the old saying, 'There's no place like home?'" "That depends." "Depends upon what?" "Upon whose home you are referring to'"- Judge. Unjust. Automobilist—How stupid that the police regulations require us to display larger numbers; now we'll have to travel so much faster, so they can't be deciphered.—Translated for Tales from Fliegende Blaetter. Family Pride. First Colonial Dame—She is of excellent family—her father and grandfather were both generals. Second Ditto—Ah, she ought to be proud of her generalogy.—Translated for Tales from Le Rire. The Matter with Kansas. Joe Satterthwaite of Douglas, Kan., who has been conducting a civic right-cousness campaign in his town, summoned it up in this epigram: "If there is no hell, a vast amount of raw material is going to waste."—Argonaut. A. Chilly Turndown. Meek—I say, old chap, I'm in shocking bad luck. I want money badly, and I haven't the least idea where I can get it. Beek—Well, I'm glad to hear that. I thought perhaps you had an idea you could borrow from me.—Detroit News. Her Contribution Visiting Philanthropist—"Good morning, madam; I am collecting for the Drunkards' home." Mrs. McGuire—"Shure I'm glad of it, sor—if ye come round tonight yez can take my husband."—Harper's Weekly. Altruism She—Papa doesn't want us to be married for ten years yet. But don't look so worried, George, you will still be young ten years from now. He—Yes, darling; but I wasn't thinking of myself.—Translated for Tales from Le Rire. Friendly Compliments Grayce--Edith tells me that George calls her "sugar." Gladys—Sugar? Grayce—Yes; his lump of sugar. Gladys—Should he see her at her toilet, he'd classify her as being of the powdered variety!—Tatler. Preposterous Magistrate (to prisoner)—You say that you took the ham because you are out of work and your family are starving. And yet I understand that you have four dogs about the house. Prisoner—Yes; but I wouldn't ask my family to eat dogs, yer wusship.—Pick-Me-Up. A Case for the Lawyer Swell (writing to his tailor, who has applied for the sixtieth time for the settlement of a long-standing account): "Sir—In regard to the settlement of your bill, I beg to inform you that, if you worry me about it any more, I shall place the case in the hands of my solicitor."—Tit-Bits. Egotism "So you object to being called a Napoleon of Finance." "I do," answered Mr. Stax, complacently. "Napoleon had his failures. There is no reason for giving the admirers of Napoleon grounds for calling him the Dustin Stax of war and politics."—Washington Star. Limited Opportunities "I shouldn't be surprised to see that bright boy of yours in Congress some day," said the statesman. "I hope not," answered Farmer Corntassel. "I want him to go into the insurance business. A man in Congress doesn't get any chance whatever to increase his own salary."—Washington Star. A Toiler. Nicely—Bai Jove, old fellah, but I should fancy I am. Been working all the mawning. Dudleigh—Working! Why, how, old fellah? Nicely—I've been laboring undah an impwession—New York News. An Austrian Custom One of the oddest of the Austrian customs is the result of legislation. According to law, every house must be closed from 10 o'clock at night until 6 o'clock the following morning. During that time each house is in charge of an attendant known as the "hausbesorger," or caretaker. In large apartment buildings thehausbesorger is usually a uniformed porter. Every person entering the house between 10 at night and 6 in the morning must pay to thehausbesorger twenty hellers (4 cents.) This gives rise to a curious condition. Naturally the man who comes home at early hours need not necessarily pay anything, while the man who habitually gets in at 2 or 3 in the morning is a frequent contributor to the hausbesorger's bank account. Inquiry of the hausbesorger concerning Mr. A may result in the startling information that he is a most disreputable, mean sort of a man, while the night-hawk, Mr. B, will undoubtedly be lauded as a splendid fellow of excellent reputation. As a conservator of the public morals, therefore, the hausbesorger can hardly be called a success.—Outlook. WISDOM OF AN EMPIRICIST It is vain to expect to live both long and fast. It is the man who has a good job who is offered others. No person can ever be truly happy after discovering his liver. A Shylock is an abomination, but mighty useful in time of need. People can make themselves awfully unpleasant by being always right. The best cure for a broken heart is to break it again—until you get accustomed to it. You know some people are alive because their nails and hair continue to grow. The best way to punish the covetous man is to give him what he thinks he wants. When a man marries for money it is a sign that he was the woman's last chance. There would be a good deal more fun in doing wrong if you could pay for it in advance. Being married is a good excuse for some men to be dishonest and for others to be honest. When automobile meets automobile then comes the tug of war that makes the whole world glad. Before the germ theory was promulgated, the habit of dying still existed, but life was pleasanter. Some girls are naturally distant, but most of them act that way only when they've been eating onions. A hypochondriac is a person who imagines that he has a worse disease than the one you imagine you have. The trouble with the advice to "let the other fellow walk the floor" is that the other fellow insists on walking your floor. Buying presents that you can't afford to give to people who do not need them is not a consistent way of celebrating the birth of Christ. When a man steals a story and tells it for his own a few times, it makes him as indignant as if he owned it to have someone steal it from him.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. DROPS OF WISDOM She who fishes for love usually catches a cad. The rounds of pleasure are dizzy paths, my son. The only incorruptible public officer is a candidate. Most political doors are opened by dough knobs. Sometimes an old flame can warm a widow's heart. Scoundrels usually get what is coming to them—in novels. Slow and sure wins the race if the other entries are all automobiles. The average society man looks so tired any girl ought to be able to catch him. The subtlety of Eve with apples is crude compared to the methods of the modern maid. It's an unreasonable voter that expects a candidate to live up to his campaign oratory. Whoever heard of a fortune teller brave enough to tell a woman that she was going to die a spinster? A dollar is nothing but a dollar to the man who hasn't seen the time when a dime would have been a fortune. Hope deferred hasteneth the last chapter in many a promising life book.-C. M. in Picayune. MARK TWAIN'S FAVORITES Object in nature?—A dumb-bell. Hour in the day?—Leisure hour. Character in history?—Jack the Giant-Killer. Your idea of misery?—Breaking an egg in your pocket. Book to take up for an hour?—Vanderbilt's check-book. What is your idea of happiness?—Finding the buttons all on. What trait of character do you most admire in man?—The noblest form of canniblism—love for his fellow-man. REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR. A girl has an awful lot of sense to do so well without any. It is better to have a wife than a breach of promise suit. A girl always knows enough not to pretend she is old enough to be a woman. When a woman trusts her husband it is a sign she wouldn't if she knew as much about him as other people do. When a man gets off as his own a joke he read in a paper without being caught he thinks he ought to write a comic opera.—New York Press. Louis Horwitz, a Russian, aged 28 years, has filed a petition in the circuit court of St. Louis asking that his name be changed to Louis Hart. The Russian is a traveling salesman and represents that he is at a disadvantage in business by Russian name. He also states that he wishes to effectually disavow all connection with the Russian empire. Purpose of Old Dr. SAMUEL PITCHER Pumpkin Seed - Alex. Sewn + Borchall Salts - Amie Seed + Raspberry - Di Carbromate Salts + Wine Seed - Charied Sugar Wintergreen Flavor. Fac Simile Signature of Charles H. Fletcher. NEW YORK. At 6 monies old 35 Doses - 35 Cents THIS COUPON IS GOOD FREE Upon receipt of your Address READ O GOOD FOR $1.00 ON PURCHASE ceipt of your name Draggist's Name Address To pay postage we will mail you a sample free, full's Grape Tonic, and will also mail you a cer- t toward the purchase of more Tonic from your TONIC CO., 21 Third Ave., Rock Island, Ill. YOURSELF TO SUFFER Trouble. Benefits with constipation or stomach troubles when there is a cure within your reach? AND STOMACH TROUBLE Sick headache, billiousness, typhoid fever, appendicitis, piles as well as many others. Your own physician will tell you that physic yourself. Use GRAPE TONIC Less remedy that builds up the tissues of your digestive organs appended condition to overcome all attacks. It is very pleasant it does them great good. Uses at all druggists. The $1.00 bottle contains about six times as out three times as much as the 50 cent bottle. There is a great TONIC CO., 21 Third Ave., Rock Island, Ill. N C H E S T E R AND PISTOL CARTRIDGES After Rifle and Pistol Cartridges of all are loaded by machinery which sizes is, supplies the exact quantity of and seats the bullets properly. By hot-class materials and this up-to-date of loading, the reputation of Win- cartridges for accuracy, reliability and is maintained. Ask for them. SHOOT WHERE YOU HOLD Million Boxes a Year. FAMILY'S FAVORITE MEDICINE DOY CATHARTIC WORK WHILE YOU SLEEP All Draggists FOR THE BOWELS ANTI-GRIPINE THIS COUPON IS GOOD FOR $1.00 ON PURCHASE And 10c in stamps or silver to pay p if you have never used Mull's Grape tificate good for one dollar toward the druggist. Address MULL'S GRAPE TONIC CO. YOU WRONG YOU from Constipation and Stomach Trouble. Why suffer or take needless chances with co perfect, harmless, natural, positive cure within CONSTIPATION AND cause blood poison, skin diseases, sick headach and every kind of female trouble as well as ma all this is true. But don't drug or physic yourse MULL'S GR the natural, strengthening, harmless remedy th and puts your whole system in splendid condi to take. The children like it and it does them g 35 cent, 50 cent and $1.00 bottles at all druggi much as the 35 cent bottle and about three time saving in buying the $1.00 size. MULL'S GRAPE TONIC CO And 10c in stamps or silver to pay postage we will mail you a sample free, if you have never used Mull's Grape Tonic, and will also mail you a certificate good for one dollar toward the purchase of more Tonic from your druggist. Address MULL'S GRAPE TONIC CO., 21 Third Ave., Rock Island, Ill. YOU WRONG YOURSELF TO SUFFER from Constipation and Stomach Trouble. Why suffer or take needless chances with constipation or stomach troubles when there is a perfect, harmless, natural, positive cure within your reach? CONSTIPATION AND STOMACH TROUBLE cause blood poison, skin diseases, sick headache, billiousness, typhoid fever, appendicitis, piles and every kind of female trouble as well as many others. Your own physician will tell you that the truth. But don't drug or physic yourself. Use MULL'S GRAPE TONIC the natural, strengthening, harmless remedy that builds up the tissues of your digestive organs and puts your whole system in splendid condition to overcome all attacks. It is very pleasant to take. The children like it and it does them great good. 25 cent, 50 cent and $1.00 bottles at all druggists. The $1.00 bottle contains about six times as much as the 25 cent bottle and about three times as much as the 50 cent bottle. There is a great saving in buying the $1.00 size. MULL'S GRAPE TONIC CO., 21 Third Ave., Rock Island, Ill. WINCHESTER RIFLE AND PISTOL CARTRIDGES Winchester Rifle and Pistol Cartridges of all calibers are loaded by machinery which sizes the shells, supplies the exact quantity of powder, and seats the bullets properly. By using first-class materials and this up-to-date system of loading, the reputation of Winchester Cartridges for accuracy, reliability and excellence is maintained. Ask for them. THEY SHOOT WHERE YOU HOLD Sale Ten Million THE FAMILY'S F CANDY CA 10c. 25c, 50c. THEY WORK WH BEST FOR T PRICE, 25 Cts Sale Ten Million Boxes a Year. THE FAMILY'S FAVORITE MEDICINE ascarets CANDY CATHARTIC THEY WORK WHILE YOU SLEEP 10c. 25c, 50c. All Druggists BEST FOR THE BOWELS IS GUARANTEED TO CURE GRIP, BAD COLD, HEADACHE AND NEURALGIA. I won't sell Anti-Gripine to a dealer who won't Guarantee It Call for your MONEY BACK IF IT DOESN'T CURR. F. W. Diemer, M.D., Manufacturer. Springfield, Mo. Nasal CATARRH In all its stages. Ely's Cream Balm cleanses, soothes and heals the diseased membrane. It cures catarrh and drives away a cold in the head quickly. Cream Balm is placed into the nostrils, spreads over the membrane and is absorbed. Relief is immediate and a cure follows. It is not drying—does not produce sneezing. Large Size, 50 cents at Druggists or by mail; Trial Size, 10 cents. ELY BROTHERS, 56 Warren Street, New York WHEN WRITING TO ADVERTISERS please say you saw the Advertisement in this paper. --- --- AVegetable Preparation for Assimilating the Food and Regulating the Stomachs and Bowels of Promotes Digestion.Cheerfulness and Rest.Contains neither Opium,Morphine nor Mineral. NOT NARCOTIC. Aperfect Remedy for Constipation, Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea Worms, Convulsions, Feverishness and LOSS OF SLEEP. EXACT COPY OF WRAPPER. GOOD FOR ONE DOLLAR PURCHASE TO CURE THE GRIP IN ONE DAY ANTI-GRIPINE HAS NO EQUAL FOR HEADACHE Ely's Cream Balm cleanses, soothes and heals the diseased membrane. It cures catarrh and drives away a cold in the head quickly. It pays to advertise. CASTORIA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of Char. H. Hitchens In Use For Over Thirty Years CASTORIA PAXTINE TOILET ANTISEPTIC FOR WOMEN troubled with fills peculiar to their sex, used as a douche is marvelously successful. Thoroughly cleanses, kille disease germs, stops discharges, heals inflammation and local soreness. Paxline is in powder form to be dissolved in pure water, and is far more cleansing, healing, germicidal and economical than liquid antiseptics for all TOILET AND WOMEN'S SPECIAL USES For sale at druggists, 50 cents a box. Trial Box and Book of Instructions Free. THE R. PAxton COMPANY BOSTON, MASS. PISO'S CURE FOR CURES WHERE ALL ELSE FAILS. Best Cough Syrup. Tastes Good. Use in time. Sold by druggists. CONSUMPTION The American Steam Laundry 173 SECOND STREET HELLO, MAIN 1524. Our wagons speed all over town, All hours of every day, Depositing and picking up Big bundles on the way. We've got the best machinery, And expert help galore; We make your linen glisten and gleam Like sea-foam on the shore! We do not slight an article, However coarse or fine; Oh, everything's immaculate On The American Laundry Line. And so we bid for patronage, At least a wholesome share Of collars, cuffs and shirts and gowns, And rumpled underwear. We set the pace and from our point Our banner shall not fall, We fling it to the breeze and reach Going higher than them all. Laundry left before 8 a.m. can be called for at 6:30 p.m. same day, Saturdays excepted. WANTED--AGENTS We want 100 agents in every city, town and hamlet in the U. S. for the Wisconsin Weekly Advocate. It will be devoted to the interest of the Negro race and will contain the news of their sayings and doings throughout the world. 50 Per Cent. Commission ADDRESS WISCONSIN WEEKLY ADVOCATE MILWAUKEE, WIS. Before Starling on Your Travels CALL ON Ceo. Burroughs & Sons MANUFACTURERS OF PREMIUM TRUNKS VALISES, SAMPLE CASES, Etc. 424 1 428 East Water St., Milwaukee S. F. PEACOCK & SON Funeral Directors AND EMBALMERS 431 Broadway. MILWAUKEE, WI COAL! COAL! COAL! Get Your Coal from B. M. GLASPY, 2609-13 State St., CHICAGO. Best in the City. CHR. RITTER FRED. RITTER Christian Ritter & Son UNDERTAKERS AND EMBALMERS 276 Fifth St. Milwaukee, Wis. Telephone 1631 Main. Come —be the guest of San Antonio this winter. Leavy the chilly north behind you, and find health and pleasure under the stainless splendor of her turquoise sky. To all newcomers, San Antonio offers a thousand delightful surprises. For the sightseer, the old Mission Churches are still here, the Cathedral of San Fernando, and gray and ghostly in the dazzling sunlight, the historic Alamo. For the invalid a perfect combination of sunny winter weather, pure, dry air, beautiful scenery and modern accommodations. San Antonio is, of all America, the oddest blending of modern utility and beauty, with romance and heroism of the mediaeval. Come to San Antonio! The exceptionally low rates during the Fall and Winter months—the excellent train service and accommodations via the M., K. & T. Ry, make it a journey of but small cost and not of a tiresome length. I want you to read "The Story of San Antonio." I'll send it on request. Once read, I'm sure you'll be more than half convinced that you should be the guest of San Antonio this winter. Address W. S. ST. GEORGE, General Passenger and Ticket Agent, ST. LOUIS, MO. THE MKT THE MKT NEW YORK MARKETING THE PO THE UNIVERSAL FAITH. By Rev. Henry F. Cope. Though he be not far from every one of us, for him we live and move and have our being.—Acts 27:27, 28. It takes a broad minded man of profound convictions to appreciate the truth in another man's creed. Later interpreters have made Paul the champion of bigotry; the truth is he was so much the apostle of liberality that he gave his life as a witness to that which men then called heterodoxy. When he comes to Mars hill he talks to the teachers there about the truth and the good he finds in their religion. The fact that these "heathen," as his people called them, were worshipers of many gods is to him evidence of the faith that underlies all forms of religion, the faith in the divine. Men may differ as to definitions of gods, but everywhere there is this sense of the divine. It is better to have too many gods than none at all; better to be a polytheist than one who thinks only of a god who, far off on his throne, neither knows nor cares for his people; better have scores of statutes than believe your God is yours alone. There are many things we can divine that we cannot define. Yet men have built their differences on their definitions of the great spirit. Some talk in terms of specifications so precise that one must conclude they have held the contracts for the manufacture of their gods. No one can be absolutely sure that his picture of the Unseen is correct. Perhaps we can now know more of the Father of Spirits than the weeds of the wayside may know humanity. The terms of the lower can never contain the truth of the higher. But how little it matters what the precise details of the picture may be so long as it grows better, nobler, falrer, and more worthy of the worship and better fitted for the inspiration of the race. Exact and clear cut lines belong to childhood; larger knowledge and growth make the lines less distinct, but the picture not less real. You think less of the details and more of the image on the mind. You can give the feet and inches and the angles of substantial things, but in the spiritual world mathematics fail. If any man gets any satisfaction out of his exact delineation of his God let him enjoy it for himself; but he must not force that outline on another, saying: "Acknowledge this as the true and only representation of the deity; believe this or be damned!" Man's great need is not precise information so much as it is the presence of his God. To realize that this being, whatever, however he may be—and all language fails when we come to that which is without precedent or parallel with us—is not far off, that he is the most real, intimate, unvarying presence in life, that none are nearer, so that it may be truly said that in him we live, and move, and have our being. This is the essential thing. Not a God we are going to see; but a God who is so close to us that we do not and cannot live without him; that is the faith that men need. Not some one to be criticised, analyzed, or feared, but the ever present friend, the underlying strength, the unfailing protection, the unvarying inspiration, the great fact of spiritual life. How it would simplify all living and all religion if we but accepted that, the fact of the eternal and spiritual in and about us all. That would make all live divine, because no life is apart from the divine. That would make the secret of the better life, the larger, freer communication with the spirit so near to us all. This makes prayer as simple as breathing, as natural as talking with the friend by your side. This makes worship but the outgoing of affection and praise. No matter where you may be or how directed it must reach him who is on every side. Never mind about definitions of God; cultivate the life that finds communion with the spiritual, the best, the most pure, and elevating, and you shall find your God in all. KICKED HIMSELF By Rev. Russell H. Conwell, D. D. Text.—"And Samson awoke out of his sleep and said, 'I will go out as at other times before and shake myself.'" —Judges 16: 20. We have often read this expression, "I will go out and shake myself," and have not realized that it meant anything more than the idea of a dog getting up from sleep and shaking himself. But it now appears, according to the best recent scholarship applied to its interpretation, that Samson meant much more than that. He meant, "I will go out and try myself; I will afflict myself; I will ascertain whether I have any feeling left or not by some trials of myself." Even good men, saintly men, when they fall into trouble, blame some one else. If they are out of work they blame some one else. If they lose money they blame another man. Yet neighbors know that the whole responsibility is with the accuser. If you find a person always bemoaning the way he is misused by other people, you may know that you cannot trust yourself in his power. He is ever kicking some one else. If Samson went out and kicked himself he did a remarkable thing. It was so astonishing because it was so against the usual history of human life. We always wish to find some excuse, and yet the heart that is always seeking exoneration is cowardly. But he was a brave man, and his very bravery may have led him to go out and flog himself instead of some one else. That is the interpretation that seemed to be so new and reasonable—that this going out and "shaking himself" was not simply to try his muscles, but meant that he went out to punish himself for losing his good name and losing his strength. People often blame themselves in a general way, and will say, "I am to blame," but will not get down and examine themselves to find out exactly what the basic fault was. The man who wishes to succeed in life is the man who invites the most critical criticism. You can never trust the criticism of your enemy, nor can you trust the flattery of your friends. But the desire of the man of wisdom is to get from all sources every possible criticism that will make his work or life more perfect. MEN FOR THE TIMES. By Rev. John B. Whitford. Text—"And of the Gadites there separated unto Davld into the hold to the wilderness men of might, and men of war fit for the battle."—I. Chronicles 12:8. David by his military prowess, poetic gifts, dramatic movements and noble generosity drew around him a motley crowd of men. "Every one that was in distress, and every one that was discontented gathered themselves unto him." Only a man of electric courage and decision, mighty in intellect and will, could have collected and compacted into an organization such diverse elements. Only a man of unquestioned greatness could have wrought such an achievement. And what is a great man but an aggregation of capacities, a concentration of intensities, perceptions and passions compressed into an individual? We are living in the midst of perilous and sifting times. While one age does not differ essentially from another, yet each age has certain characteristics, for good and evil do not always assume the same forms. The characteristics, tendencies and exigences of the present are not identical with those of other days. Varied are the pictures of the age. We have dark and awful pictures of degeneracy, disaster and utter ruin. And we have pictures so radiant and winning, so full of enchanting colors, worthy of Raphael in his prime. But he who sees the age as it is must avoid the extremes of optimism and pessimism. The age is marked by a change in the fundamental thoughts of intelligent believers. A religious revolution is on. The spirit of inquiry, of investigation, of historic criticism is rife. Men are no longer the recipients of stereotyped opinions. Traditional and inherited ideas are thrown into the crucible. Masks are lifted, shams exploded, frauds detected, errors exposed, and balloons, of conceit and vanity are pricked by the needles of truth. As we think of many in the desert, amid blowing, blinding sand, we should try to be an oasis to them, where they can stand in water cool and sparkling, eat the ripened figs and rest beneath the foliage of the palms. Only in this way can we shape the new age of justice and build the new city of God. SHORT METER SERMONS Faith's fervor is more than effervescence. The lights of the world are not advertising signs. Obstacle is often only another way of spelling opportunity. You are not likely to slay the enemy by drawing a long bow. A niggardly purse in the pocket becomes a thorn in the side. Many a man mistakes a floating indebtedness for a sinking fund. Tears over to-day's broken toys blind us to to-morrow's treasures. Many a man thinks he is mellowing when he is only getting moldy. You cannot cure your sorrows by taking them out in a wheel chair. He who has a good word for no one cannot have the word of God for any one. HOUSEHOLD TALKS Melt an ounce of granulated sugar until it turns a pale brown, add an ounce and one-half of pecan nuts, chopped quite fine, and stir over the fire for a few minutes. Spread on a buttered dish to harden; when quite cold the candy is chopped and mixed with an equal quantity of French cream. Flavor with vanilla, rose or orange and roll into marbles to be laid aside until somewhat hardened. Melt chocolate and dip the marbles as for ordinary chocolate creams. A piece of butter size of a walnut gives the chocolate a peculiarly soft, rich taste. Swiss Milk Toffee. Here is something to amuse the little ones some wet afternoon when they cannot get out. Rinse out a stewpan and leave about a teaspoonful of water in it. Add two ounces of butter, one and one-half tablespoonfuls golden syrup, and one pound moist sugar. When these are all melted, stir in the contents of a tin of condensed milk and boil for twenty minutes. Lift from the fire and stir in two teaspoonfuls of vanilla essence. Pour into a buttered dish and when cool score it across. Cornflour Pudding. Ingredients: Two tablespoonfuls of some well-known cornflour, one and a half pints of milk, flavoring of lemon or vanilla, three eggs, one tablespoonful of sugar, and one tablespooful of jam. Method: Mix the cornflour with a little cold milk. Boil the rest of the milk with whatever flavoring has been chosen, and pour it on the cornflour; stir well, and when cool add the well-beaten eggs, the sugar and jam. Fill a greased mold, cover it over, and steam for an hour and a half. Serve with jam. Stewed Flgs. Wash the figs and put them in a saucepan with just enough water to cover them and with half a cup of granulated sugar. Simmer until the figs are tender when pierced with a fork. Take from the fire and spread on a plate to cool. Add a cup of sugar to the liquid and boil to a rather thick sirup. Take from the fire and pour over the figs. When very cold put into a glass dish and just before sending to the table, heap whipped cream on top. Eat with light cake. Bananas and Cream. Cut some portion of bread the length and breadth of bananas. Fry them golden brown in butter; when crisp drain them, and spread each with stiffly wripped cream, and lay a banana cooked as follows: Stew the bananas without their skins in a little syrup, and be careful to keep them whole and a good shape. Do not serve any syrup with them, and use only cream as a decoration. Good Salad Dressing. Yolks of two eggs, one tablespoonful of butter, one teaspoonful of mustard, a little sugar, salt and cayenne, half a teacupful of vinegar. Mix butter in a saucepan, mix in a teacup mustard, vinegar, salt and cayenne, beat up the yolks of eggs, add mixture, stirring all the time; add butter, stir until it thickens like custard, leave to cool and thin down with milk. Can be bottled, and will keep good a month. Sausage Omelet. Sausages left over from one morning make a delicious addition to an omelet for the next if skinned and finely minced. Add them to the top of the omelet just after it is set, and as soon as it is brown slip out of the pan and fold on the platter. The meat will then come on the inside instead of the outside of the omelet, as it does not get a chance to sink to the bottom. Gold Cake. Cream a cup of butter with two cups of sugar, add the beaten yolks of four eggs and a teacupful of sweet milk. Beat in enough prepared flour to make a good cake batter, and the grated rind and juice of a lemon. Turn into a greased tin and bake until a straw comes out clean from the thickest part of the loaf. Cover with a yellow icing. Fish and Tomatoes. Shred some cold-boiled whitefish until you have a cupful; mix with it the same amount of bread crumbs; add two eggs, a little pepper and salt, a dash of cayenne and a half cupful of stewed tomatoes. Turn into a baking dish, cover the top with fine cracker crumbs, drop bits of butter over it and bake for half an hour. Apricot Custard Tart. Ingredients: Apricot jam, pastry and custard. Method: Make the custard with a pint of new milk, sugar to taste, three eggs, and flavoring of vanilla or almonds. Line a pie-dish with pastry, spread a thick layer of apricot jam on it, pour the custard over. Bake for about twenty minutes in a moderate oven. Baking Powder. Mix in proportion of one teaspoonful of bicarbonate of soda to two teaspoonfuls of cream of tartar. To a dozen teaspoonfuls of the mixture add a rounded teaspoonful of flour to prevent lumping. Mix well and keep in airtight tin. Imported THE LITTLE SAVOY BUFFET Telephone South 855 GUS. C. SCHMIDT When M. North Side SCHMIDT Succ 139-141 Washington Open Day and Night. The T Oysters, Game, Fish Delicacy t Banquet Rooms for Dinner NOTE—We have neither private DINNER F MONROE 194 Third Street, Mil P. CANAR. CANA LAUN 522 State St. W. J. New and Second-Hand HOU Storage F JANESVILLE, SCHMIDT JOSH When Marketing Call at North Side Meat Market SCHMIDT & WAAL, Prop's. Successors to C. A. Waal. Telephone 196 Washington St. Maniste The Turf Cafe Game, Fish, Steaks, Chops Delicacy the Seasons Afford. Ins for Dinner Parties, Etc. Cuisine P Table D'Hote. ne neither private rooms, nor "private" people, general public. DINNER FROM 5:30 TO 8:00; 35c. MONROE BROS., Prop Street, Milwaukee, Wis. AR. CANAR BROS LAUNDRY State St. Telephone Main 357 Milwaukee =W. J. CANNON= DEALER IN and HOUSEHOLD GO Storage For Household Goods ILLE, - - - WISO Banquet Rooms for Dinner Parties, Etc. Cuisine Par Excellent. Table D'Hote. P. CANAR. G. CANAR. CANAR BROS. LAUNDRY 522 State St. Telephone Main 357 Milwaukee. NOTICE TO ALL actual settlers w during the next six n Lake, Chippewa county. Wis Two head of blooded stock either in Chippewa or Gates States. Terms of payment long time at 6 per cent. into J. L. GATES LA Dated March 1, 1905. The largest land owners blooded Polled Angus, Herefe One-Thir an actual settlers who buy a quarter section of land during the next six months: Come to our cattle ran in Siwewa county, Wisconsin, and get a young cow and a load of blooded stock given away with 160 acres of Sipewa or Gates counties, the best clover belt of terms of payment for the land, one-quarter down at 6 per cent. interest. Address, ATES LAND CO., Milwaukee. March 1, 1905. Best land owners in the state. We have about 100 Angus, Herefords and Durhams. J. L. GATES LAND CO., Milwaukee, Wis Dated March 1, 1905. The largest land owners in the state. We have about 600 head of blooded Polled Angus, Herefords and Durhams. One-Third Saving Sale Warranted Watches, Jewelry, Silverware, Clocks, Opera Glasses, Cutlery, etc. C. J. DEWE The Wiscons is in a position to s for trustworthy a of both sexes, C. J. DEWEY, 234 WEST WATER ST. The Wisconsin Weekly Advocate is in a position to secure Desirable Situations for trustworthy and competent Colored Help of both sexes, in Wisconsin, Michigan, and neighboring states—more especially in the smaller cities. Many such are constantly on its list. Applications are solicited from the rural districts and smaller cities of the southern states. Address Management, 729 St. Paul Avenue, Milwaukee, Wis. R. E. AIKENS. SAVOY BUFFETines and Liquors2634 STATE STREET JOSEPH WAAL marketing Call at Meat Market K WAAL, Prop's. to C. A. Waal. phone 196 Manistee, Mich. For Ladies and Gentlemen. urf Cafe Steaks, Chops and Every Seasons Afford. Parties, Etc. Cuisine Par Excellent. le D'Hote. oms, nor "private" people, but cater to the general public. 5:30 TO 8:00; 35c. BROS., Prop's. Milwaukee, Wis. G. CANAR. R BROS. DRY phone Main 357 Milwaukee. CANNON ALER IN EHOLD GOODS Household Goods WISCONSIN a quarter section of land from us s: Come to our cattle ranch at Long sin, and get a young cow and calf free. even away with 160 acres of choice land. ties, the best clover belt of the United the land, one-quarter down, balance on Address, CO., Milwaukee, Wis the state. We have about 600 head of and Durhams. W. B. FLOWERS. CHICAGO