Wisconsin Weekly Advocate

WISCONSIN WEEKLY ADVOCATE DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF THE NEGRO RACE CREAM CITY NOTES. We will be glad to publish news of local and race interest if left at the office, 38 Eighth street, before G o'clock Wednesday evenings. We would respectfully ask our readers to bestow at least a share of their custom upon those who advertise with us. The various remedies and hair restorers advertised in this paper can be had at the advertised price at the office of this paper. St. Mark's A. M. E. Church. The usual Sunday morning services were conducted by Rev. Snowden of Chicago, when the congregation was much refreshed by his discourse. In the evening a large assembly turned out to listen to Rev. G. W. Registor of the Missouri conference of the Zion A. M. E. church, who occupied the pulpit on that occasion nor were they diseappointed for seldom has such a timely, impassioned, spiritual and edifying discourse been heard within the walls of the little church at the corner of Fourth and Cedar streets. The reverend gentleman took for his text the first six verses of the twentieth chapter of St. Matthew—the parable of the laborers in the vineyard—emphasizing the words: "Why Stand Ye All the Day Idle?" The main feature of the sermon was a scathing denunciation of the manner in which the rising generation is being brought up—without a proper respect for their elders and superiors, showing a marked contrast to what was the prevailing custom a generation back. The preacher held his audience spellbound while he related instances from his own boyish days and the religious upbringing he had experienced from godly parents. He deplore dthe fact that the flame on the family altar was nearly extinguished. It was a strange coincidence that the reverend gentleman from Missouri was following up the trend of comments recently made in this paper, and also the lay discourse recently given in the same church by Attorney W. T. Green. Both gentleman paid a visit to the office of The Advocate before leaving the city. * * * Literary Society Meeting. The Literary society met as usual Thursday evening. To a small but appreciative audience Prof. A. Maxwell Palmer delivered an address on the "Life Tragedy of Mary Queen of Scots," interspersed with appropriate ricitations. The address was favorably commented upon by the president, Mr. J. D. Cook, and Mrs. Grace Taylor acting as critic. * * * A. J. Milbrath, 429 State street, has always on hand in first-class condition a large supply of meats, hams, lard, bacon, sausage, poultry, game, oysters and fish. Orders delivered promptly and satisfaction guaranteed. Tel. Main 1609. ```markdown ``` All was beauty, gaiety, music and hearty good cheer at the residence of Mrs. Libbie Morris, 702 Wells street, Friday evening, February 16, when Mr. W. S. Snell entertained a party of ten at a dinner which will stand out prominently as "the social event" of the season. Beautifully conceived, carefully planned, and faithfully executed, was a color scheme of white and green. Suspended from a canopy directly over the dinner table was a large white bell from which tiny ribbons were draped to each guest's place. Partly concealed in the canopy festooned in smilax and lilies of the valley, was a snow-white dove, emblematic of the peace and good will of the diners beneath it. The centerpiece was a huge bunch of carnations, grouped around which were ferns and palms. The place cards were done in a leaflet of green and white stamped with gold and were the handiwork and original idea of the host. The dinner was an elaborate affair of eight courses, carrying out faithfully the color scheme, and causing expressions of pleasure from the guests at the choice and appointment. The souvenirs of the evening were in hand-painted china, the ladies receiving the cups and saucers from which they drank, and the gentlemen match receivers. Mr. Snell was secretary of the students' reception committee at Knoxville college for five years and the culture and refinement of the schoolroom showed in telling effect throughout the entire evening. This was especially noticed in the selection of the toasts, which seemed to blend with the natures of the persons to whom they were addressed. During the evening Mr. Roger Crowder rendered some choice selections on the piano and Mr. Snell sang some of his classical songs. Those present were: Mr. and Mrs. S. R. Banks, Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Roundtree, Miss Rose K. Nortman, Miss Nettle Morris, Messrs. A. W. Chinn, George Hansett, Roger Crowder, W. S. Snell. Just before going to press we were privileged to see samples of the toast cards placed at the side of each guest. They were marvels of good taste, and reflect much credit on Mr. Snell's artistic manipulation. ※ ※ ※ Mr. Ed S. Hogan of 2016 State street, Chicago, was in the city over Sunday and was a guest of Editor Montgomery. Mr. Hogan is a highly cultured young man and reflects credit upon his race and himself. He attended St. Mark's Sunday evening along with the editor and was highly edified by what he heard there. [Image of a man in a suit with a bow tie]. Mr. William A. Arnold will give an address at St. Mark's Sunday evening next, on the topic of the day, "What Social Democracy Really Means." Mr. Arnold is the nominee of the Social Democratic party to head the ticket at the ensuing election. He has always been a consistent friend of our race—an abolitionist to start with. He is one of the prominent members of a sister church, Park Place M. E., and is held in the highest esteem in the community. He is one of the school directors of the city, an office for which he is admirably qualified. We trust our people will turn out in large numbers to do honor to one so well worthy of it and to listen to his exposition of the political doctrines which he has so earnestly espoused. --- If you wish to have your spring suits put in good shape by cleaning or repairing the Grand Avenue Tailoring company at 510 Grand avenue is the best place in the city for the purpose. ```markdown ``` Mr. and Mrs. John Williams of 100 Prospect avenue entertained at a 6 o'clock dinner Sunday evening. The guests were Messrs. and Mnes. C. Shaw, W. J. Beck, Miss A. B. Marshall and Mr. C. L. Morrison. The dinner was very recherche and was carefully served. Mrs. Williams is one of Milwaukee's most refined and cultured young ladies and is possessed of exquisite taste. * * * One of the old reliable stand-bys of the Advocate is Rufus R. Gordon, well known in fraternal circles. In a conversation with us recently he expressed himself as at one with us in the stand we have always taken in regard to common decency, respect for elders and superiors and unseemly behavior in church. We have the intelligent part of the community with us. * * * Amongst the visitors to the office of The Advocate recently was Mrs. Philip Crutchfield, who is at present residing with Mrs. Shaw at 346 Sixth street. Mrs. Crutchfield has occupied good positions in first class establishments in Pittsburg, Pa., and other cities, and by appearance, qualities and accomplishments is admirably fitted to fill a similar position in this city, for which she is at present on the lookout. Any establishment which secures her services will be fortunate. * * * A good place to buy clothing is the Misfit Clothing parlors, 201-203 Second street. There one can be supplied with a good article and save from 25 to 50 per cent. The establishment is open evenings until 9 o'clock and Sundays till 12 m. Patrons will receive courteous attention from the proprietor, Max Routt, and his clerks. *** Mrs. Jennie Brown from Illinois, at present residing at 346 Sixth street, is another bright specimen of our race women. She is on the lookout for a position as maid, for which she is admirably qualified. We gladly recommend her to any of our patrons in want of such services. ```markdown ``` There was quite an improvement in the musical part of the service. It was under the management of Mr. C. H. White, whose accomplished wife presided at the organ. It is to be hoped that this part of the service will receive its due attention. * * * It is always a pleasure to pay a flying visit to the neighboring burgs of Manitowoc and Sheboygan. The Wisconsin Weekly Advocate has in these two places many staunch supporters and friends. Amongst these we may mention the Manitowoc Aluminum Novelty company, whose goods deservedly command a steady and large sale. No better place could be found for advertising souvenirs and novelties of all descriptions, all of which are chaste in design and perfect in execution. They require to be seen to be appreciated. Samples can be seen at our office. Another good business house is the General Store, the Schuette Bros. company, who carry on a very extensive general trade. All sorts of farm products are on sale, besides groceries and provisions, crockery and glassware, dry goods, cloaks, suits and millinery; carpets and lace curtains, men's and boys' clothing, tailoring, hats, caps and shoes—in fact everything from a needle to an anchor, at moderate prices with prompt attention and courteous treatment thrown into the bargain. Amongst the business enterprises of Sheboygan is that of J. E. Matthewson, florist, nurseryman and seed dealer, who has everything up to date in his line. He makes a specialty of floral work and has also always on hand section climated trees and shrubbery. His prices and quality are always right and the service is efficient and prompt. A visit to his greenhouses and nursery will amply repay the visitor for his time and trouble. and he may be assured of a hearty welcome. ```markdown ``` Our readers will be glad to learn that Mrs. R. F. Pitts is so far recovered as to be able to leave Trinity hospital and return to her own home at 770 Commerce street. We wish her a speedy and complete recovery. ☆ ☆ ☆ Another recent invalid who is able to be about again is our friend, Mr. Stephen A. Robinson of 715 Wells street. He will be heartily welcomed back by his business, church and society associates. Mr. Wm. A. Ross of 192 Sixth street is recuperating after a long spell of work. It is expected that he and friend Mr. Harding of 327 Chestnut street will be after jack rabbits and other game shortly, as the latter has been seen training his hunting dogs recently. Let expectant friends look out to revel in everything in season on their return. * * * Amongst the ladies and gentlemen who have called at the office of The Advocate this week have been Mrs. Harry Williams, 156 Sixth street, who is looking the very picture of health; Mrs. Philip Crutchfield, Mrs. J. Brown, 346 Sixth street; Mrs. Charles Thompson, 427 Cedar street; Messrs. W. S. Snell and Arthur W. Chinn, besides others mentioned elsewhere in the paper. * * * We understand that our friend, Chef Wallace of the North-Western road, has received a large order from the company for a supply of his famous bearcat baking powder. GIFTED NEGRO POET DUNBAR PASSES AWAY. The Gifted Negro Dialect Poet Passes Away in the Bloom of Youth—His Remarkable Brief Literary Career a Great Loss to the Negro Race. After an illness extending over a period of more than three years, Paul Laurence Dunbar, the gifted Negro dialect poet, died at the home of his mother, at Dayton, O., Friday, February of consumption. Dunbar was an elevator boy in a public building in this city when his lyrics began to attract the attention of the reading public. Long after he became famous he clung to his old work on the elevator because his literary work did not bring him enough money to support himself and his mother. He was born in Dayton in 1872. His father was a runaway slave who escaped to Canada, rejoining his wife in Dayton after she had been freed by the war. Dunbar was educated in the public schools in Dayton. His first book of poems, "Oak and Ivy," was published through the assistance of a friend in Dayton in 1892, when the poet was only 20 years old. After his second volume appeared, favorable comments by William Dean Howells attracted the attention of the reading world, and Dunbar was suddenly famous. He gave readings of his poems in New York, followed by similar appearances throughout the country. Orders for stories and poems poured in upon him from magazine publishers. Dunbar's best poems are comprised in the volume entitled "Lyrics of Lowly Life." In his pure Negro songs and those that might be called half dialect Dunbar was considered by critics to be incomparable. It was said of him that he caught the peculiarities of his people, not in language alone, but in their thoughts. Many of his poems are in most chaste literary English. In "The Wind and the Sea" he wove delicate imagery and tender thought into verse that have been accepted by critics as ranking with the best products of American poets.—Philadelphia Courant. Surely a Deadhead. Connie Mack, manager of the Athletics of Philadelphia, was talking about the disastrous games with the New York Giants. "One funny thing, though," he said, "I did see on one unlucky day. "As the crowd was pushing and struggling to get out at the game's end, a boy bored his way to the fence, and began to climb over it. A policeman hastened toward him. "Hey, there, kid,' he yelled; 'none o' that. Go out the way you came in.' "But by this time the boy had reached the top. He said, as he vanished on the other side: "This is the way I came in.'"—New York Tribune. G. U. O. of O. F. Gordon lodge No. 5693, G. U. O. of O. F., meets regularly on the first and third Monday nights of each month at room 27, 115 Wisconsin street. James Miller, N. G.; R. R. Gordon, P. S. Household of Ruth, No. 2195, meets regularly on the second and fourth Monday night of each month. Estella Walker, M. N. G.; Mary L. Kinner, W. R. Meeting nights for rent. Stella—They say that at twenty she was the observed of all observers. Bella—Yes, and now at sixty she is the preserved of all preservers!—Town Topics. KALAMAZOO OR CELERY CITY NOTES. Rev. W. M. Simpson is on the sick list. Mr. C. Eugene Danglas is on the sick Est. Mr. William A. Hoover of 517 Walbridge street is improving nicely at this writing. Mr. W. J. Pettiford, who has been sick, is able to be out again. Mrs. Steward has returned from Kentucky, where she has spent the greater part of the winter with her daughter. She reports a very pleasant time. Mrs. T. C. Johnson entertained the Ladies' club of the Second Baptist church at Mrs. L. Bolden, 434 East Ranson street. Hon. P. H. Kelly, superintendent of education of Michigan, gave an interesting talk to the young men, and during his speech to the Lincoln club he paid one of the greatest tributes to the life and labor of Booker T. Washington. Mr. Ernest Maning later was assisted by about twenty of his friends as table waiters. Mr. T. C. Johnson, W. J. Pettiford, D. Morgan and W. T. Leives of Lausing at the cloak room. The box social given at the A. M. E. church was a grand success. Rev. C. E. Bell has returned from an extended visit with his son in Lansing, Mich. He reports a pleasant time. The Household of Ruth No. 1068 will give a social February 20. Everybody is invited to attend. There will be an old folks' spelling match at the A. M. E. church February 20. Everybody is invited to attend. Mrs. Rachel Mories has moved in her Mrs. Rachel Mories has moved in her new home. Mr. Sim. Robbins of Grand Rapids, Mich., was in the city Sunday. Mr. W. T. Lewis of Lansing spent a few days in the city visiting friends. new days in the city visiting friends. Rev. Jackson and Rev. Price, who is assisting him in the meetings, were entertained by Mrs. Bass, 424 East North street, Sunday to dinner. Covers were laid for ten. They enjoyed a pleasant time. The revival meetings at the Second Baptist church are still on the increase. Seventeen additions to date. About twenty-five or thirty members and a number of friends of the Second Baptist church gave Rev. Jackson quite a surprise Saturday night. They brought many good things, such as groceries and fruit, for which the pastor and his wife are thankful. P. E. Sanders of the A. M. E. church was in the city Tuesday. Mr. William P. Wood of 219 Seminary street is on the sick list Mr. George W. Booth met with an accident Tuesday morning while passing down East avenue. He was thrown from his motor-cycle, and after close examination found no bones broken, but a bad rip in the limb of his new trousers, the only thing he said was there are times when a man likes to be alone. In 1906 there is five offends, of whom is the last of their generation. The weight all together is 1119 pounds, very small weight for the remainder. Four fine bred, well broken, first class trotting colts. See the Eagle Valley yards, 219 Seminary street, W. P. Wood, proprietor. G. W. B. Second Prize Mask Ball of the Douglas Club—Unqualified Success. The second of the prize masque balls given under the auspices of the Douglas club was held in the Deutscher Maennerverein hall on the night of St. Valentine. Notwithstanding counter attractions the hall was filled even to overflowing by a representative Milwaukee audience; and the scene to an onlooker was animated and gay. The masquers were of all kinds and the masquers as a whole carried out the conception of their chosen part in a praiseworthy manner. The cash prizes offered by the management were of the value of $5 each. The predominant idea of the several masquers seemed to be the American flag, and the young lady who carried off the first prize deservedly won it by her conception of Columbia. On unmasking this lady proved to be Miss Mae Myrtle Simmons, whose portrait was published in The Advocate some weeks ago. The second prize was awarded to Mrs. George Wilson, who represented a German lady of "Ye olden time." The first prize for the best waltzing was awarded to Mr. and Mrs. William Fischer, who kept the floor seemingly without the slightest effort, and displayed some fine, artistic work. The second prize was awarded to Mr. W. Snell and partner. The management had provided two special features for the evening's entertainment, both of which proved very attractive. One of these was a cakewalk performed by Miss Norah Young and Mr. William Harris. Miss Young by her charming work won the approbation of the entire audience. She has, we predict, a future before her which will bring her fame. The other special feature was a skirt dance performed by Miss Cecil Carter, who very gracefully and modestly carried out the difficult task. The guests one and all seemed to enjoy themselves. We noticed some of the same faces as on the first occasion, but under a different guise. The Morning and the Evening Star of that occasion were resplendent in the drapery of the American flag. The Heavenly Twins were, however, conspicuous by their absence and therefore Capt. Thomas was for a long time disconsolate. He expressed the sentiment that had these been present it would have made quite a difference in the adjudication of the prizes. Great praise is due to the management for the manner in which they carry on their en tertainments. A slight trouble was nipped in bud, and the disturber summarily ejected from the hall. The music was efficiently rendered by Gossman's orchestra. Assisting Mr. and Mrs. Walker in the management were Messrs. William F. Fischer and William Simmons, who labored to make everyone comfortable and at home. THE QUEER COLORADO River Busy at Lake-Making in California "There is something almost human in the way the Colorado river has been behaving," remarked F. H. Newell, the chief hydrographer of the geological survey, this morning, on his return from an extensive trip through the west. "This stream, rising in Wyoming, has a drainage area of nearly one-tenth of the United States, and cuts in its course the deepest canons on the face of the earth. From the solid rocks where it has made them, through hundreds of miles, it has taken material down to the Gulf of California, and by slight but regular annual overflows gradually built banks on each side out into that gulf. These, in time, cut off the head of the gulf, leaving dry a depression in southern California, considerably below the sea level, known as 'the Salton Sink.' For miles of its journey the Southern Pacific runs below sea level. Ten thousand people, approximately, in what is known as the Imperial valley, live below the sea level. A privately owned irrigation enterprise, on the Mexican side of the line, cut a gash into this bank of the Colorado which nature had been forming. The high waters came and man lost control of his artificial channel, with the result that the river thought best to pour its waters back into the depression which had once been a part of the Gulf of California. To get the river to resume its own course is no small task, and with it the Southern Pacific railroad evidently purposes to grapple heroically. "The river is now pouring down a steep declivity into this basin, which is 200 feet or more below the sea level. If this were allowed to continue it would make a great salt lake in southern California. This water has already risen to the point where it has submerged big salt works and fifteen miles of the Southern Pacific's overland track, forcing that company to build around the rising sea, and, unless its engineers succeed in routing the Colorado for its old destination, it will be necessary to rebuild a much longer piece of that road. Some people have argued that such a sea would affect favorably the climate of southern California, but they forget that the great Gulf of California, jutting into the most barren regions of the United States and Mexico, seemingly has had no good effect on the climate of either. The Salton sea would add only 2 per cent. of water surface to that part of the country, and so hardly would do what the Gulf of California has not accomplished. Unless the break is restored the river will pour into this basin, forming a very shallow lake, which would be almost a frying pan under that semi-tropical sun. This would continue to rise until evaporation balanced the river flow, and then would fluctuate with the seasons of the year, shrinking in area during the months of the heaviest evaporation and slightest inflow. "The gash in the river bank was cut by a Mexican corporation on that side of the international line, but the water is delivered to a number of American corporations, so that today several are concerned in the affair. It is understood that the Southern Pacific, when the river reaches its lowest stage, will put in a great force of men in an endeavor to get the river back to its former course. One great difficulty comes in the sugarlike material which has been eroded, in which it is extremely hard to insert any permanent structure. A pile 100 feet deep will be driven into it, and almost as soon the water, working in under it, will lift it out."—Boston Transcript. A. Strenuous Teacher A little girl who reads nature books, studies natural history, and is devoted to pets, was discovered holding bunny in her lap, trying to direct his attention to a book that she had, and ever and anon boxing his long ears vigirously. Auntie was shocked, of course, and inquired what was the moving cause of such cruelty. "He's so stubborn," replied the little teacher. "A rabbit stubborn! Why, child, I never heard of such a thing. What is he stubborn about?" "I'm trying to teach him the multiplication table, and he just won't try to learn, nor even say it over after me. Now, you say it, sir, 'Three times two are six—three times three are nine.'" But the rabbit didn't say it, and again auntie inquired into her little nieces's conduct as two or three more cuffs were administered to the poor creature's all too convenient ears. "Why, auntie," explained the girl, "the books all say that rabbits multiply faster than any other animal, and this obstinate little creature won't even go through the three times threes with me."—Henry M. Wiltse in Lippincott's. A Bootblack's Estimate of Folk. Of the many points of view from which to judge the success of a lecturer the one revealed in this incident is unique. The bootblack at an Illinois Chautauqua assembly was asked, "Who was the greatest lecturer on the programme this year?" "Gov. Folk," was the quick reply. "Why do you think Gov. Folk the greatest lecturer?" "Why, sir, I made $6.25 the day he was here."—P. M. Pearson in Lippin- NUMBER 51. A MURDERESS' IMPRESSIONS An Italian Criminal Lady's Book About Such Things. The Countess Bonmartini, who was condemned to imprisonment for the murder of her husband, has written a book describing her feelings while on trial. The book vibrates with passion, and is extraordinary for the terms of adoration in which she speaks of her lover, Dr. Secchi. "The first time I entered the infamous cage in the criminal court," she writes, "I felt myself sinking into space. A moment later one of my companions in misfortune entered the cage, but the profound humiliation, the thought that every eye was upon me, kept me from opening my eyes. "Then someone behind me sighed. I recognized that sigh. I said to myself, it is he, the man whom I loved so dearly—and I felt myself fainting away. That sigh was like a wind sweeping the dark and lowering heavens. From the depths of grief and shame and ignominy I seemed to be lifted up into a celestial chamber, near to the face I adored, and a mouth that spoke only words of love." The book ends, says the "Corriere della Sera," in these terms: "If I have sinned, it is because I have greatly loved. * * * But until my right hand has withered, until my tongue sticks panting to my palate, my protesting voice will sound from the profundity of my prison."—London Mail. DROPS OF WISDOM. When a soldier returns from a battle, his story of the fight is more interesting, and less truthful, if he returns alone. If a man doesn't enjoy making sacrifices for his children, life is a diet of cold potatoes to him after they begin to come. After a social function in a small town there is sure to be "talk" the next day of how scandalously low some woman wore her dress in the neck. A woman looks at her husband and wonders if she wouldn't have been happier single, and then she remembers the children and decides that she wouldn't. Marriage usually has this effect: It develops the rabbit in one and the wolf in the other, and the previous disposition of the one marrying makes no difference in the transformation. The best suppers are cooked in those homes where the only light in the house at supper time is in the kitchen: A sign that no help is kept, and the woman of the house does her own cooking. There is one thing about society in a small town: There are no men without their wives. It is all a woman can do to get her husband to go when she goes along, let alone having him go alone. --- Some one should decide by drawing a chalk line on the union suits on figures in dry goods stores, just how low it is proper to wear a dress in the neck, so that women may have a fixed schedule and a final authority. The Same Old Ring. DAKE P. Ella—Fred has given me a beautiful engagement ring; he must have money. Stella—Oh, I don't know; when I had it he had paid only one instalment on it. Why He Was Cheerful. "No man," said Jerome K. Jerome, "should marry unless he is by nature a good provider—unless without a twinge he can hand forth money right and left. "Some men can, in a sunny, cheerful way, spend $10 or $15 on a dinner in a fashionable restaurant, while they become morose, sour and fearful for the future when they are obliged to give their wives a dollar or two for the day's meat. "These men should remain single. Otherwise they will make such husbands and fathers as my old friend, Crust. "Crust's daughter said one afternoon, in a tone of unutterable surprise: "'Papa went away quite gay and cheerful this morning.' cheerful this morning. "Mrs. Crust made an exclamation of annoyance. "That reminds me,' she said. 'I forgot to ask him for any money.'" "What was a centaur, pa?" What was a centaur, paragon? "I'm not certain, but I think it was half man and half automobile."—Town Topics. —An elephant has so delicate a sense of smell that when in a wild state it can scent an enemy at a distance of 1000 yards. —The British Wesleyan Methodists have already sold more than 1,500,000 copies of the "word edition" of their new hymn book, and more than 250,000 of the "tune book." —The Third battalion, Rifle brigade, landed at Devonport, England, recently, after having been on foreign service nineteen years, stationed at Gibraltar, at Aden and in India. —Insurances recently have been placed in London to cover the risk of war breaking out between England and Germany during the ensuing twelve months at 3 guineas per cent. —Tashi Lama of Thibet during the recent visit to Calcutta was taken to the races. He was "much impressed." He said he had never thought there were so many people in the world. —A cold storage trust is one of the developments promised for the near future in South Africa. All the ice and cold storage plants in the "subcontinent" will be amalgamated if the present plans carry. —Germany's cavalry, following the example of the Russians, carries Swedish camp kettles covered with a non-conducting substance, so that the heat generated by a fire continued for twenty minutes is sufficient to do the cooking. —The London Vegetarian Messenger commends footwear "without animal tint." The soles are made of "Balata"—which is made of canvas and rubber; canvas is used for uppers and "bright American cloth" for toecaps, straps and trimmings. —In recent years the construction of railways proceeded in Germany at the rate of about 621.5 miles a year. The entire mileage exceeds at present 34.183 miles. The electrification of railways is still confined to a few suburban lines, where the system works satisfactorily. —Kawasaki dockyard, Japan, constantly employs 6800 hands. Four gunboats for the Chinese government and five torpedo-boat destroyers, four torpedo boats and one dispatch boat for the Japanese admiralty are now being built there. The yard also has orders for eleven merchant steamers. The longest bridge in the world is that crossing the Danube at Czernavoda, with a length of 12,705 feet; followed next by the Galveston bay bridge, in Texas, with 11,197 feet. The Firth of Forth bridge, near Queenspring, in Scotland, ranks eighth, and the Brooklyn bridge ninth. It is said that one of the Duke of Teck's ancestors, who was a charcoal burner, pointed out a silver mine to a German Emperor who had been driven into exile. When the Kaiser regained his throne with the aid of the wealth thus obtained he made the charcoal burrow a duke. The collection of postals is more of a craze in England than anywhere else Germany being second, with France third. When the English warships recently visited Brest the French postoffice profited by more than $2,000 from the stamps sold for affixing to postals for friends at home. Switzerland has adopted mid-European time, the true local time for Bern being just half an hour later. The result of putting the working hours thirty minutes earlier in the day has had such an effect on the consumption of gas that the gas company has been demanding a return to the old system. The original New England was on the Pacific coast. Francis Drake in 1579, at the close of a month's stay, took possession of the country for his sovereign, Elizabeth, and named the new acquisition Nouva Albion (New England), because he thought the white cliffs near what is now Point Reyes resembled the chalk cliffs near Dover. Took Him at His Word "The late Bishop Thomas Frederick Davies of Detroit," said a Detroit man, "once told me an interesting story of an elopement. He figured in this elopement as the officiating clergyman. It was in Philadelphia, during his rectorship at St. Peter's. "It seems that the proprietor of one of the largest dry goods houses in Philadelphia had noticed for some months the melancholy attitude of his head clerk, a young man whom he held in high regard. "The clerk's pallor and increasing leanness, his frequent sighs and absent-mindedness, worried the millionaire proprietor. He questioned the young man daily. And finally the clerk admitted that he was in love. "Well.' said the head, 'marry her. Your salary is big enough.' "Ah,' said the clerk, sadly, 'you don't understand. She belongs to one of the first families of Philadelphia, and her father is a millionaire.' "Well, maybe he wasn't when he married. You have a good position and a good name. You are a fair match for any girl,' said the other. "It's no use,' sighed the clerk. 'Her parents would not listen to me for one moment.' "Then.' said the head, 'elope with her.' "Do you advise that?' the clerk asked excitedly. "Certainly I do. Is she—Do I know her?' "Yes. She will be at your dance at Devon tomorrow night.' "Well, see here," said the head. 'I'll have my coachman out in front of my gate at 9:30. Rush the girl off into town and marry her. I'll arrange with a clergyman for you.' "By Jove!" said the clerk. 'I'll do it!' "And he did. The next night Dr. Davies performed the ceremony, and an hour or two later the millionaire found his daughter missing, and was telegraphing in every direction to the young couple to come home and all would be forgiven."—Providence Journal. Sentenced for One Minute Probably the shortest sentence on record was that inflicted by Superior Judge Frater of Seattle, Wash., in the case of Joseph Munch, who was given a sentence of one minute. Munch served his sixty seconds in the courtroom and was then allowed to depart into the world a free man, while the court clerks and the attorneys in the courtroom at the time clustered in the corridors and discussed the unusual proceedings. The Munch case was taken up on an appeal from a sentence of thirty days in jail and a $100 fine, inflicted by the police court after a trial for being drunk and disorderly. Munch is a soldier stationed at Fort Lawton, and the evidence went to show that the man had received a pretty thorough physical chastisement at the hands of the police, and that he had also spent several days in the city prison before his case came up for trial. The trip of the University of Pennsylvania swimmers to the west during the Easter vacation is assured. A letter recently came from the University of Chicago asking the red and blue to visit them. St. Louis and Milwaukee clubs have also expressed their desire to meet Pennsylvania in their own tanks, dual or exhibition meets. THE DREAM MOTHER Sometimes at night when I have been quite good. When I have done no naughty thing all day. Nurse tells my mother and she lets me walk. wait To watch her dress before she goes away. I sit beside the table with a glass. To watch her bride I sit beside the table with a glass Where all the pretty silver things are spread; I sit so very quiet for I know That noisy folks are sent away to bed. And when my mother's shiny gown of white Is all put on, I lean above the stair And watch her sweep a-rustling down; oh then My little room seems very dim and bare. But when I've said my prayers and nurses has gone, I shut my eyes and dream a dream I've made; I dream my mother comes back through the dark To sit with me because I am afraid. I dream she wears her silky gown and yet She takes me in her arms and holds me there; I dream she sings me songs beneath her breath. And all the while her cheek is on my hair. I never know just when the singing ends. Just when the dear dream lady slips away,- But when I wake my mother has returned. And I must not be noisy at my play. -Edith Richmond Blanchard in National Magazine. END OF THE STRIKE. Surely there were horrors enough in a large mill town in the middle of winter with all the foreign labor rioting in a desperate strike. Madeline Reynolds had thought of them all, too. The greatest was possible harm to her husband, which took many awful forms. In this great fear, her pretty womanly fears had sunk out of sight. That was probably why she had neglected pulling the curtain low enough to shut out all sight of the room in which she sat. Red shades are cosy things, so are open fires, and the rocking chair that Robert had given her on Christmas was easiest of all. Bending forward she pulled a basket towards her, picking out a multitude of small garments. She folded them slowly in piles, until she came to something partially finished. Slipping on her thimble, she threaded a needle with deft fingers, and rocking placidly to and fro proceeded to put the finishing stitches to a baby's dainty dress. All the time between the curtain and the window sill there lurked a horror in human form. A beard that has grown unheeded for weeks, especially if it be black at midnight, will add an almost inhuman ferocity to a man's face. He watched because he had nothing else to do while he waited. Two other half-starved human beings would join in about fifteen minutes. The volley that broke forth in the east valley semed to him to be right on top of Hector's biggest factory. This only caused him to shift his position to ease his stiffening knees and to take a look towards the east to see if it meant a fire. When he looked back the woman stood somewhere in the middle of the room, the tiny white thing at her feet unheeded. Suddenly she dropped on her knees by the side of a well-worn arm chair, pulled the smoking jacket that had been folded on its top downward towards her with a wild, fierce gesture, buried her face in it, and shook. It came to the man who watched between the curtain and the window sill, that after all these people could feel. But Reynolds was a lucky man, nothing ever hurt him. The two or three attempts that had been made directly against him had been turned as if by direct intercession of an unseen power. Didn't she know that? He shrugged his shoulders wearily. What did he care? Pretty soon he would see two dark forms stealing through the bushes and one would carry a bag from which a strong oily smell would strike on the nostrils. "Ah, that's the smell for them! She'll feel then what it means to be homeless, thrown out into the cold." The thought that had given birth to many a plan seemed somehow dulled of its significance in the light from the cosey room. The woman hurried away suddenly, closing the door behind her. Where had she gone? It couldn't matter anyhow, with another weary shrug of the shoulders. When the door opened she was not alone. A young girl with a shawl of the vivid stripes loved by his compatriots followed her into the room with a certain familiarity in her surroundings that roused something of wonder in the man's brain. Madeline pulled a chair toward the girl. "I had to run," she said when she had caught her breath. "They are wild tonight, and they lurk everywhere." But neither glanced toward the raised curtain. "I feared you would not come tonight, Marie,' the woman said as she leaned against the mantel heavily. Every word reached the man who watched, for the window frames of old houses shrink with age and cold even as do human frames. He knew the girl, too. He had scowled with the surprise of it when she turned her face toward the window. "Marie here!" But they were talking again. "I have the basket ready, Marie, it is the biggest one. I put in everything except something for Robert's supper and our breakfast. It ought to last for a day or two." "I will see that it does, never fear. I discover it to them by bits. The children never think, and father—" she shrugged her shoulders sadly. So this was where "little mother" got the food that had roused only a vague wonder in his brain. "Marie, when do you think it will end?" the woman's voice sounded forlorn and so weary. "I try not to worry, but I can do so little to help. Robert had used all his ready money to relieve the suffering. It's all we can do." Her voice sunk into a piteous whisper. Here was a woman with imagination, with pity! She could see, and, yes—she could feel. No other forms came stealing through the bushes, the oil-soaked bag must have proven heavy. The man shifted his weight again. It could be stopped tomorrow, the whole damnable business, if he and a few other men would say the word. Two of them were coming. In another five minutes three faces, fierce-eyed, black-bearded, white and shrunken, ranged along the narrow slit between the curtain and the window sill. "Listen, said he who had watched so long. "I expect a box from home in a day or two, Marie," Reynolds' wife was saying. "I'll let you know when it comes by hanging the red shawl from the east window. I think there'll be clothes for the children, oh I do hope so! How is the baby? Is his cough any better?" The eager eyes fastened on the girl's face told how near her heart were the troubles of her little friend. "I gave him the syrup as you told me, and wrapped him in the blanket. He was asleep when I came away." The girl rose and elapsed the woman's hands, pressed them again and again to her lips. "I must go now. God will bless you. Do not be afraid any more." "I shouldn't worry if you do not, dear; but you know he is my husband, and I love him so." Again the door opened and closed, and a few minutes later a figure stole laboriously along the street in front. Swifter than she, the men followed. "Let me carry the basket, little mother," said a well-known voice, softer than she had heard it for weeks. "Your friend is a good woman, tomorrow the strike shall end. There are others like her, no doubt, who are sad because of it. Is it not so, Luigi? Dominic?" The others nodded. Later, in company with two or three others, they ate of the substantial food Madeline Reynolds had provided. They talked far into the night, and at dawn each went a certain way. In a few hours all disturbances ceased. In another day the companies had issued orders to butchers, grocers and clothiers. The big strike became only something to talk about in the long winter evenings.—Boston Post. RAILWAY SIGNAL Paper Torpedo Which Is Perfectly Safe and Harmless. It has been found that the majority of the metallic torpedoes that are used upon railroads for signal purposes are exceedingly dangerous, often causing injury to those who use them. A Pittsburg inventor has devised an entirely new composition of paper or a soft, fibrous material, whereby the injury caused by metallic torpedoes is entirely obviated and a perfectly safe and harmless torpedo provided. This torpedo is made of three cup-shaped shells, one placed inside the other. The two inner cases or shells constitute a case in which the explosive compound is placed, and are composed of paper, cloth or other similar fibrous material which will not, when the tor- ```markdown ``` ATTACHED TO THE RAIL pedo is exploded, fly in a manner to injure anyone who should happen near it. A strap to engage with the rail is placed around the middle casing and the outer casing, inclosing the two inner shells and holding the strap in position. Owing to the flexibility of the several shells, they are capable of being inclosed one within the other and thus yield sufficiently to at the same time permit the strap to be embraced within the casing. The position of the torpedo on the track when being exploded is such that the wheel of a passing train is above and the rail below the torpedo, making it essential that there should be an additional edge. This strengthening edge is effected by a ring or band, also of soft, fibrous material, around the edge of the torpedo, which when exploded will not cause injury and adds to its safety and harmlessness. When the torpedo is completed it is subjected to a coating of waterproofing compound, as are also the shells before being assembled. "Speaky" Music Costs More. Musical shivers such as accompany the villain's stalk across the stage are not conducive to the preservation of the artistic temperament. The psychological fact has been discovered by the Chicago musician's union. As a balm to injured nerves, accordingly, the musicians have voted to ask higher wages in those theaters where the "tremolo" nightly is supposed to produce cold thrills. Several orchestra players suggested that the theater managers be asked to replace the melodramatic "quavers" with "William Tell" or some other operatic music. It was agreed that this would simplify matters. One or two or the musicians, however, expressed doubt as to their ability to furnish such a high quality of art and the wage increase was decided upon as a compromise. In eighteen playhouses, where melodramas hold forth, the protest will be filed by the union within the next few days. They will be offered the alternative of getting along with ordinary "ragtime" or advancing the players' pay from $20 to $28 a week. A Cocked-Nosed Regiment Mr. Leveson-Gower accompanied his brother, Lord Granville, as an attache on a special mission to St. Petersburg on the occasion of the coronation of Alexander II. He was struck with many Old World things in Russia and not least with the Paulovski regiment. "Opposite to our house was drawn up a regiment called Paulovski, formed by the Emperor Paul, all the men having turned-up noses and therefore resembling him. It seems it was the fashion here to compose regiments of men who have the same sort of features. The late Emperor had recruits sent to him and told them off according to their looks. What childishness! There is one regiment of men all marked with the smallpox. This Paulovski regiment did one thing which amused me. Just before the cortegue came up they all blew their noses with their fingers at the word of command! This was in order that none of them might sneeze when the Emperor passed, as their doing so would bring him bad luck!"—T. P.'s Weekly. Paired. Said Mr. C.: "In those days I was a Republican, and my friend R., who was the most penurious man in New England, was a Democrat. One day he said to me, 'C., have your committee been after you?' "Not yet,' I replied. "Well, mine have been after me, and they wanted me to subscribe $500, and I told them I would," said he. "I look at him in amazement. Then he added, 'Yes, I told them the Republicans would expect $500 from you and I was going to pair off! So, mind you stick to that arrangement. It will be all the same to both parties, and it won't cost either of us a cent.'"—C. Q. Wright, U. S. N., in Lippincott's. LOVE'S COLORS It is not in her azure eyes That Della's main attraction lies. They have been much admired, 'tig true, But I prefer a darker blue. (I always did—and always do.) Her locks (a wealth of deepest brown) Have justly gained a wide renown; For me, my favorite shades of hair Are touched with sunshine here and there. (They always are—and always were.) The creamy glories of her cheek Have charms that many hold unique; To me the red rose gives a thrill More than the palest daffodil. (It always did—and always will.) But though my Della's outward hues May not be all that one would choose, Her full perfection blooms unseen— There is not—there has never been— A malden so divinely green. —London Punch. FASHIONS FOR MEN. FASHIONS FOR MEN. The Little Things in a Man's Dress May Often Count for Much and Be Inexpensive. Little things in a man's dress may often count for so much that he may look well dressed even when he spends comparatively little on his clothes. It is much more economical, for instance, to buy two suits of clothes at once than to get one and wear it out before a second is provided. By alternating the two much more use can be had out of them and the suits will keep in much better condition. Even men who can afford to buy as many clothes as they like have two pairs of trousers made to every suit. In the same way it is economical to alternate shoes rather than to stick to one pair until they are worn out. They last longer and they keep in better shape. This sort of economy is, of course, necessary only for men who have to think twice before they buy. But they are in the majority. It may seem an extravagance to buy two derby hats at once, but it pays in the long run. A shabby hat will have more effect on a person's appearance than any other single detail of attire. This duplication of articles of dress may be carried as far as the gloves, which like everything else a man wears, last longer and look better when they are not worn every day. It is a singular fact that foreigners are more particular about their linen than the average American. A New Yorker may not shudder if his cuff is slightly worn or his shirt front-broken from the starching. Such a thing is regarded as a calamity by a foreigner from any of the continental countries. He would be as much shocked at such an imperfection as an American would be at a spot on his coat. Even the handkerchief has its effect in creating the impression a man's dress may make. The sight of a soiled, crushed handkerchief is discouraging, even though it came from the pocket of the smartest cut coat. On the other hand a neat, fresh handkerchief, even though its material be not of the finest, instinctively prejudices one in favor of its owner. Simplicity in handkerchiefs is the mode this winter. The highly colored mauves, pinks and greens are a thing of the past. The handkerchiefs brought this year from Paris usually have little more than a colored band about them. The monogram matches the color of the band. Very smart are the plain white handkerchiefs with the letters done in color. In such cases the monograms are very elaborate. In plain white it is possible to pay as much as one wants. Fine white handkerchiefs of sheer linen, crossed with bars or stripes of a heavier linen and embroidered with a heavy white monogram, may cost as much as $8 apiece. They do not wear well and soon become crumpled and soiled looking. But they are regarded as the finest thing in handkerchiefs for men. Should men use scents on handkerchiefs? That question would never be asked abroad. There men use perfume with no misgivings as to whether or not it is good taste. New York men are very likely to use perfume in moderation, but it is not to be denied that it is better style not to. The man who habitually puts scent on a handkerchief is likely to become noted for this peculiarity.—New York Sun. Shocked the Hello Girl A newspaper man was sitting in his office near Bonham alone, smoking, when he had occasion to use his telephone. He arose, laid the cigar he was smoking on a chair, and took down the receiver. Just as he lifted the receiver a friend stepped into the office and started to sit down in the chair. Not realizing the operator could hear what he was saying, and just as she was about to say, "Number, please?" in her sweetest tones, the editor yelled: "Look out there! You'll burn your pants!" Communication between him and central was at once cut off and about half an hour later the manager called and demanded an explanation. His explanation was satisfactory to the manager, but central refused to be comforted.—Bonham (Tex.) Favorite. Simple Life Not Costly "Plain, every-day living—the simple life—perhaps, has not increased in cost; it is the artificial living that costs more," says David Cole, member of the Omaha board of education, to the school teachers who are aggreved that their request for higher salaries was turned down by the board. The teachers and their friends argue that the cost of living has increased, but Cole combats the argument, and adds: "The trouble lies in the fact that people are not content to live these days as they used to. They demand the most modern conveniences, which are merely expensive luxuries. The same kind of cottage which would have suited them ten years ago would not be good enough now." Sheaf on First Readers Thomas B. Shoaf, a well known politician of southern Illinois, while in Chicago recently, deplored the changes in school books since he was a boy. "When I was a boy," he said, "I read my First reader in school something like this: "I see a cow. She is a nice cow. Can the cow run? No, the cow cannot run as fast as a horse." "Now, that sounds all right. But how is it nowadays? The up-to-date First reader has it something like this: "Gee, get next to the cow. Ain't she a peach? She's a corker. Can the cow get a move on herself? Well, can she? You bet she kin hike. Nope, she can't hump herself like the hoss." Despotic Tall Hat in India From noon till 1:30 p. m. is the calling hour, and, although Calcutta even in winter is a hot place, no man who is not an outer barbarian will walk into a drawing room without a tall silk hat in his hand. Should he drive around in a dog cart to pay his calls, the man wears a helmet or a "sola tope" while he drives, pulls up at a house door, asks whether "the gate is shut," and, if told that it is not, puts on a silk hat which the syce produces from a hatbox carried under the seat, and goes in to pay his call. Another instance of the British worship of the tall hat, which the natives consider an interesting form of piety, is to be seen at the Calentta races on the day of the viceroy's cup. On that occasion the lawns and paddock are thronged with people as smartly dressed as can be seen in the royal enclosure at Ascot, but during the early hours of the afternoon all the men wear helmets. Directly the sun dips toward the horizon all the "bearers" of the helmet hatted men may be seen outside of the palings of the grand stand enclosure, jumping up like terriers to catch sight of their masters, each with a carefully brushed silk hat he has brought for his employer to put on.--London Onlooker. DISCOVER LETTER FROM 1859. Document to Governor of Wisconsin Recommending Jeremiah M. Rusk. A letter to the governor of Wisconsin, recommending Jeremiah M. Rusk for the appointment to the office of coroner of Bad Ax county, has just been discovered by Col. O. G. Munson while rummaging in the archives of the executive office at Madison. The old records of the department are being overhauled and classified in orderly manner, and this process has brought to light many old letters and documents of interest concerning times of which little is now remembered. This interesting letter is yellow with age. It was written in 1859 by J. A. Somerby, editor of the Vernon County Censor, which paper is now owned by Col. Munson. Mr. Somerby was the first editor of Bad Ax county, which was afterwards changed to Vernon county. The letter is in reply to one by Gov. Alexander W. Randall in which the governor had asked regarding some person suitable to be appointed as coroner of Bad Ax county to fill a vacancy. Mr. Somerby replied that he knew of a young man eminently fitted for the office, Jeremiah M. Rusk. He praised the proposed coroner, saying that he was of good character and reputation and a man of known integrity. Furthermore, Mr. Rusk was the Republican candidate for the office at the previous election, and was chosen by the people for the place, but failed to qualify in season, thereby creating the vacancy. The letter strongly urged the appointment of Mr. Rusk without delay. Filed away with this letter in the archives was a formal communication from John R. Casson, clerk of the circuit court of Bad Ax county, informing the governor of the existence of the vacancy in the office of coroner. There seems to have existed in those wild frontier days some pressing need for the services of a coroner, as Clerk Casson appended to the formal notice a note in which he said: "Please make this appointment without delay at your earliest convenience." Mr. Casson later went to the Civil war in Col. Rusk's celebrated Twenty-fifth Wisconsin, served through the war and came home as a captain. He became county clerk of Bad Ax county and served in that office continuously for twenty-seven years, until he died. He was a brother of Col. Henry Casson of Madison, formerly secretary of state and now sergeant-at-arms of the national House of Representatives. Col. Munson remarks upon this incident as the-meager beginning of a great man in politics. Mr. Rusk having become governor of the state for three terms, member of Congress and secretary of agriculture in the cabinet of the President of the United States. MANY WEDDING BANQUETS. Nuptial Dinners Have Become Menace— Now Weighs 240 Pounds. Judge Samuel Edmondson of Fort Smith, Ark., who holds the "marrying squire" record for the southwest, has acquired so much flesh from attending wedding banquets that he has begun taking physical culture instructions on how to reduce his weight. Three years ago he weighed only 175 pounds; now he tips the beam at 240. The prosperity in Arkansas and Indian territory in the last three years has resulted in many marriages. Couples came from miles around to have the honor of being wedded by the man who has officiated at 4235 marriages. Hundreds of these have been accompanied by feasts at which the judge was an honored guest. In the last three years the dinners averaged four a week, and their effect upon the physique of the minister of the law has been alarming. "The wedding banquet has become a menace to me," said the squire, "but I can't avoid it. When I officiate it is only polite that I partake of the feast. I would offend my clients otherwise. If this physical culture can't reduce my weight I guess I'll have to resign my office." Edmondson's father was also a justice, and the family points with pride to the fact that the two have united over 6000 couples. Too Finicky Prof. M. E. Jaffa of the University of California is conducting at Oakland a series of experiments with the object of increasing the laying power of the hen. Prof. Jaffa has already secured some remarkable laying records. In discussing these records he said the other day: "Cleanliness is a prime factor in successful chicken farming. Keep the runs clean, dry, cheerful, and your hens will do their duty by you nobly. "In fact to make hens lay well, it is almost necessary to carry neatness to the finicky point—to be as finicky as the old lady with the aquarium. "The old lady did not merely keep the aquarium neat—the glass spotless, the stones at the bottom snowy—but it was said of her that every Saturday night she took the fish out and gave them a bath." Making It Personal. A brother Universalist, having called to remonstrate with Horace Greeley on the omission of The Tribune to controvert those orthodox Christians who were filling the religious press of New York with revivalist sermons and denouncing damnation to all but the elect, found the great editor busy writing, according to The National Magazine. He kept on writing while his caller said: "Mr. Greeley, do you mean to let those awful doctrines go unchallenged in your newspaper—that all but a few of the people of this great country are going to hell—is that your idea of duty?" Finally Greeley's patience was exhausted; he lifted up his voice and spoke: "Not half enough people go to hell now; go there yourself!" Bribing and Tipping in Germany At the recent convention in Hamburg of the Coal Dealers' Association of Germany a number of delegates spoke on the practice of tipping and bribing. They complained that stokers and others having to do with coal used in manufacturing works and large establishments of any kind must be given bribe money, or have their influence used against the coal dealers to prevent the securing of new orders. The delegates urged the necessity of taking measures to abolish the nefarious practice. Americans traveling in Europe find the tipping abuse very annoying. The tipping evil has undoubtedly led to the bribery method which now has become so vexatious to business people. It Pays to Advertise. HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT Have ready some stock that is highly flavored with various vegetables, and when it is strained, boil one pint of green peas in half of it. Take some asparagus of medium size and cut it in pieces three or four inches long; blanch these in boiling water and then set in cold water, drain and tie in small bundles. Add any of the odd pieces of the asparagus to the peas, and when tender pass through a sieve, add to the remainder of the soup, also a piece of butter, a squeeze of lemon juice, and pepper and salt. Pour the soup into a tureen when it is very hot, and arrange the asparagus on the top. Alexandria Pudding. Take three large apples, a little lemon peel, four ounces of sultanas, a little candied peel, one ounce of sugar, light suet crust. First peel, core and slice the apples, put them in a saucepan with a little nutmeg, grated lemon rind and sugar. Stew till the apples are soft, then add the chopped candied peel. Roll out the suet pastry, then spread the apples, etc., on it. Scatter the sultanas on it, make into a roly-poly, wet the ends and squeeze together. Boil for two hours and a half in a floured cloth. Turn out to serve and sift sugar over. Apple Trifle. Pare, core, and stew with sugar and lemon peel two pounds of apples, and cook till quite soft. Cut some sponge cake in slices and arrange them in a pie dish. Then spread a layer of the apple mixture, more sponge cake, and so on till all is used up. Make a pint of thick custard and pour over the trifle. Beat up the white of an egg till stiff, and pile on to the custard, and lightly brown in the oven. Place a pie collar round the dish when serving. This sweet is equally good, hot or cold. Care of the Range. Constant care both in regard to blacking and fire is the price to be paid by every housewife if she would have a nice looking range. The better grades of stove polish will not burn off except the range is allowed to become red hot. In most cases this is a waste of fuel and careful and judicious use of the dampers. Of course where a range is used all day under what might be called forced draft it will require blacking every other day, but under ordinary circumstances twice a week should be ample. Crabapple Marmalade. Quarter the apples and remove the cores. Boil in enough water to cover fruit well, till all the pieces are ready to fall from the skin. Run through the colander. Measure the pulp, add a pint of sugar for each pint of pulp. Stir constantly till thoroughly incorporated. Put a teaspoonful into a saucer, and draw the spoon through the mass; if it leaves a path, the marmalade is cooked enough. Another test is to invert the saucer; if it adheres to the saucer, the marmalade is done. To Test the Heat of Lard. To test the heat of lard in deep frying put in a slice of bread, and if it browns while you count sixty the fat is hot enough for raw materials. If it browns while you count forty it is right for food prepared from cooked meat or fish, such as croquettes. Use plenty of fat, which should be carefully strained before it is put away for future use. Compote of Bangnas. Peel and halve the fruit, and arrange in a saucepan with enough light syrup to cover it. Let it boil up, but only just boil, and lift out and arrange in glass or silver dish. Boll up the syrup again almost to the crack, flavor with a teaspoonful of flavoring, allow to cool, and pour over the fruit. Flannel Cakes. Beat two eggs in a bowl and add a teaspoon of salt, a tablespoon of sugar and a pint and a half of milk, with a teaspoon of cream tartar and half a teaspoon of soda; add flour to make a thin batter. Bake on a greased griddle, spread with butter, and send to the table hot. Kitchen Hints: One or two drops of vanilla added to the chocolate pot will give just the taste that is delicious. The water that onions have been boiled in will brighten gilt frames to a marvelous degree. The yolk of an egg gives richness to the milk you pour over asparagus; beat it well, add butter, salt and pepper as usual. Cranberries boiled with apples, then strained and made into jelly with equal parts of sugar make a table dalnty that is unique and pleasing. A small brush should be kept purposely for washing the cut glassware. It takes out all the dirt in every tiny crevice and keeps the glass shining. It is a good thing to remember that a pound of sugar is one pint, an ounce of liquid is two tablespoons and a pint of liquid weighs sixteen ounces. A coat of prepared black varnish or spar varnish given to the screens every spring will keep them looking bright and fresh, and make them last longer. Apply with a good paint brush, rubbing well into the mesh on both sides. GOSSIP FOR THE LADIES. --- Time was I held him in my trembling arms, A bundle sweet, so warm, so soft and light. And mounted o'er his many wondrous charms. His mystic, old-world eyes, his hair so bright. And all those heaven-sent joys welled to my heart. I reckoned not, nor feared the day's long drawn. I gave no thought to time when we must part:— Just showered kisses on his baby head. Then, when I lost him, swiftly as the night, A changeling came and offered love to me; So stealthily he crept—his step was light— I did not hear my baby go, nor see. So, tearfully I laid his garments by, And half forgot the pain of loving him. For there was work for me, no time to sigh Or battle with a Fate both kind and grim. But he, too, went his way, and in his stead There came a bright-faced boy, with eyes of blue, A pair of dirty hands, a tousled head, And, miracle! He called me "Mother," too Oh, mo her-love! That yearns and lingers where And fingers wistfully a lock of hair. Or calls to mind her laddle's sunny smile. Of such sad pleasures is the life we spend. Nor dream to doubt the wisdom of its plan; But gather reckless courage toward the end. And bravely call the Child we lost a Man. —Exchange. Advice to Girls. Have many friends. A chum usually is disappointing and leaves a sore spot which might have been avoided. At all times be womanly. A masculine girl does not retain admiration. Be careful not to grieve over the wickedness of others; watch yourself, "lest you grow a few sprigs of ungodliness." Be quick to believe good. Believe the good until the evil is evident. Be pleasant at all times. A smile does more good in this world than all the preachings. Think beautiful thoughts. "Beautiful thoughts are angels bright." Remember that you are judged by your actions. "Do noble things, don't dream them all day long." Life Without Love. Is it worth having? Well, hardly. We may not be sentimental. We may be the most matter of fact person in the world. Unless we are very crabbed and very foolish, however, we must appreciate the help love proves in all walks of life. Without love would the tired mother care to sit up and work for her little one—tend and wait on the ailing child all night? Without love, would the father be always anxious to get on in the world, and be helped in his daily work by looking forward to the evening at home? Most of us know the difference love makes in the countenance of the engaged girl and man. Certainly, the knowledge of it changes their outlook in every way; whilst love entirely alters the relations of a brother and sister. With it they are chums, and take an interest in all that concerns one another. Without it they are strangers, probably, with the ordinary restrictions of good manners removed. No. Even the most matter of fact among us must own that "Tis love that makes the world go round," and certainly the unhappiest person in the whole community would be the one who was doomed to "life without love" were it possible to find any such.—Exchange. The Girl Without a Brother. The girl without a brother is especially to be pitied. She is the girl who is never certain of getting the pleasures of life unless she is very attractive. She is apt to get a little bit vain, for she has no brother to tell her, as only a brother will, of her faults and mistakes. It is only the somewhat doubtful tact of a brother that announces "I wouldn't walk up the street with you in that frock. You look like a holy fright!" And the girl whose brother says this to her may be certain that he is only expressing the opinions of the other girls' brothers. He may not do it in the most gentle way, but he does tell the truth, and if you ask him why he pays a visit to one girl he will sit down and look at you as he says: "Well, you see, it is just this way: From the time you get there she is a nice girl, who gives you a pleasant welcome, and yet doesn't gush over you. She doesn't say nasty things about people. She is a restful sort of a girl, who doesn't expect you to do something that tires you half to death, and when she says good-bye to you, you feel certain that she is pretty glad you came, but she doesn't look at you as if you were the only man in the world." That is the kind of a description that the girl without a brother cannot get. Then she doesn't hear the criticisms of men that a fellow would rather not have his sister go with, and she is very apt, poor dear, to make a few little mistakes. The wisest course for her to pursue is for her to choose as her most intimate friend a girl who has a wise brother, and reap the benefit of his counsel.—Chicago Inter-Ocean. Sundav Afternoons. It was Saturday night, and at each of the children's plates was a little, square card on which was written, "Mrs. T. R. McLachlin. Three o'clock tea, Sunday afternoon, October 30th." Shocking! A Sunday afternoon tea! The four children, although this was a weekly occurrence, exclaimed with delight, as if it were something entirely new. The next afternoon at 3 they found their way to the sewing room on the third floor. For a long while mother read aloud from a splendidly arranged "Story of the Bible," that the children dearly loved; it had already been rebound. First, Betty had her choice as to what story should be read, then Tina, then the two boys. Next Sunday it would be a different order. Precisely at 4, as the clock struck, mother arose, and the eyes of the children were fastened expectantly on the door of the large closet. Out came a sewing table, mysteriously humped up in the middle and covered by a white cloth. Off came the cloth, and there was a plate of marble cake, John's favorite, and a pitcher of lemonade with a bowl of ice. Underneath was the white tray cloth, and a bouquet of geranium blossoms graced the center. There was a dessert plate for each, for the cake, and of course glasses for the lemonade. The pieces of cake were small, and there was only one glass of lemonade apiece, but they sat and ate and visited as if it were a banquet. Sometimes they read again after the refreshments, but in the late fall and winter the afternoon light faded early, and they sat, grouped about mother's rocking chair, and talked. There are certain grown children who have memories, not of an unwelcome and restricted Lord's day, but rather of a wholesome, helpful day; and mother's Sunday afternoon tea, odd as it may sound to say it, was, from its very set apartness and association with the holy day of the week, made dear to the hearts of the children, when an early love was begotten for the dear old stories of the Bible, and when mother was always near.—Mother's Magazine. How to Prepare and Serve Foods for the Sick It is not always best to consult a sick person about what he or she would fancy to eat, for sometimes when there is not the slightest desire for food, if some little delicacy, nicely prepared and daintily served, comes to the patient as a complete surprise, it will, after all, be thoroughly enjoyed. It is very important that food for a sick person should be carefully prepared, but even if beautifully cooked, the patient will not enjoy it if it is not nicely served. The tray containing the luncheon should be covered with a snowy cloth—if possible use a fresh one for every meal. Have the food in the prettiest and daintiest glass or china of which you are the possessor. If you have a small, dainty teapot, never take the tea, coffee, or cocoa to the patient ready poured. Instead, place your tiny teapot by the side of the cup and saucer, and, if the patient is able, she will enjoy pouring it for herself; if not, she will at any rate be sure of having it hot, and that none of it is in the saucer or on the cover of the tray. Try never to crowd the tray with the food or dishes. It is better to serve everything in small quantities. Food, especially to an invalid, if served in large quantities, has the tendency to lessen the appetite. A nice way to serve toast to an invalid is to cut it in small strips, known as lady's fingers, and place it between the folds of a snowy napkin. If a fresh cut flower or even a tiny sprig of green be placed beside the patient's napkin, it will add to the attractive appearance of the tray and what it contains. Eggs are usually much employed as a food for invalids, though, of course, in some cases these cannot be used. The best way to poach an egg for most invalids, is to use milk in which to poach it instead of water. Broths for sick people should be entirely free from the slightest appearance of grease. If possible they should be made some time before they are to be used and allowed to stand in a cool place so that the grease will rise to the surface. It can then be easily skimmed off before the broth is heated. If, however, there is grease on the top of the broth at the time of serving it to the patient, run a piece of coarse blotting paper over the top two or three times; or if this is not at hand, use a crust of bread, although this is not quite so good as the blotting paper.—Mother's Magazine. The Traveling Bag and Its Contents. Fortunately for the woman who travels to any extent the fashionable traveling bag just now in the square topped, wide-mouthed affair that is easiest to pack and to take things from without making an exhibition of its contents. Packing a traveling bag is an art, although many people do not realize it. So many small articles must be put into such small space, and one is so inclined to forget the necessary things and put in those that are unnecessary that it is decidedly worth while to make a study of the right way of doing it. The traveling bag mentioned has in addition to the large inside pocket a small one at either end. The small pockets are very convenient for holding the little personal belongings that are mislaid in a larger place. In one may be placed the button hook, nailfile, toothbrush and manicure scissors, needle and thread, pins and hairpins, while the other will be found useful for holding a pencil, penknife, fountain pen, with several post cards and some envelopes, sheets of writing paper and telegraph blanks. If the large pocket is used for extra handkerchiefs, a second pair of gloves and additional veil and any small articles of dress it will be much more satisfactory than if they were placed in the bottom of the bag or in a pocket with the other small articles. The lightweight kimono or dressing gown, for use on the sleeping car, and the toilet case made of a strip of linen containing the comb and brush will comfortably fill the remaining space in the bag. An extra towel will be found a convenience and, of course, every one who travels in these days has a box for soap. Whether celluloid, tin or silver, there is no greater convenience to be had in the way of a small article for the traveling bag.—New York Evening Mail. Moderate Enthusiasm A Precious Possession Don't try to be blase and indifferent. The time will come all too soon when enthusiasm will be hard to summon. If you are enjoying yourself, don't mind saying so. Your friends will like you all the more for it. Some girls seem to think an indifferent, casual manner rather smart, but it's not—it's only rude. When a person is trying to do something nice for you, at least have the courtesy to look as though you were appreciating it. As you grow older your enthusiasm on all subjects will wane, so make the most of it while you are young. Go into every enjoyment with your heart and soul, determined to get the most out of it. Don't look for the crumpled leaf in your rose! be content to see only the perfect petals. Many girls have the idea that indifference on a girl's part piques a man into love. They are greatly mistaken in that respect; indifference may chill, but it never wins. Why should a man be charmed by a girl who shows him only the coldest, least attractive side of her nature? Theres' a wide stretch between running after a man and indifference. When your men friends call on you show them that you are glad to see them. Be cordial and make them feel that they are welcome guests. And if some one man is particularly attentive to you a little modest encouragement will do you no harm. But if you chill him by cold, indifferent behavior he will soon weary of the game. When you receive an invitation accept it joyfully or refuse it regretfully. Nothing makes a person feel more flat than to have an invitation or a gift treated in a cavalier manner. Remember that by a cold, indifferent manner you can dampen the ardor of your friends and put a damper on many a joyous frolic. If you are going to feel dull and uninterested in the fun you had much better remain at home. If your health is poor, it is not easy to be cheerful and enthusiastic, but even then people will love you far more if you try to be bright than they will if you are gloomy and depressing. Don't make a point of always disagree. ing with people merely for the sake of being on the oposite side. If you friend thinks "it's a lovely day" agree with her that it is, instead of proceeding to find fault with it. It's a great thing to be able to respond to other people's moods of joy. If you are gay and enthusiastic, you will be included in many a pleasure. Don't hide your feelings; let all the world see that you are young and happy and that life is a joy to you.—Philadelphia Bulletin. Rules for the Untrained Nurse. Obey the physician unquestionably. Don't talk about the patient's condition in her hearing. Never give medicine without the advice of the doctor. Do not talk to the patient, nor to any one else, of what she talks of in a delirium. Move around the room in a light gentle way, letting your very step bespeak the cheer of your heart. Show your confidence in the swift recovery of your patient. Act as if it were a pleasure to do the task before you. If you have not naturally a low, firm, pleasant voice, cultivate one. It can be done. Recoveries have been retarded by a hoarse, rasping voice or a shrill high one that grated on the nerves of the patient. Don't fuss and fidget about the room. Calmness, an air of knowing what you are about to do, will inspire confidence and respect in the patient. If you are inclined to be fidgety, provide yourself with sewing or embroidery, and sit quietly. Don't talk to the patient unless her recovery is so far progressed that you are expected to entertain her. Don't seem to be in a hurry at anything. Nothing so composes the patient as a composed nurse. Never trust to your eyes in giving medicine. Always measure accurately with a dropper or marked glass, says the Philadelphia Bulletin. Never give anything, inwardly or outwardly, without carefully reading the label twice. Fatal mistakes have been made by nurses who "thought" they knew. Don't arrange your hair, work over your nails, or fuss over any part of your toilet in the presence of the patient. Don't wear squeaky shoes, or clothing that rustles and rattles. Rubber heels are necessary in a sick room. A pair of white canvas shoes, such as were worn in the summer, are nice for this purpose. Never sit down on the bed, or lean upon it. An inexperienced nurse will do this without dreaming of the extent to which it irritates the patient. Have a chair handy, or stoop over. Do not touch with your hands anything the patient is to put in her mouth. In offering her a pill, place it first upon a teaspoon. Don't taste the food you offer her. Don't bring more than she can eat. And never let it stand around in the hope that she may eat it later, every vestige of the meal must be removed as soon as the patient has finished. Much of the above may sound like platitudes, but it is perfectly true that many home nurses whose conscientiousness would not permit any great oversight, may yet with the best intention in the world be guilty of many of these little annoyances which set the nerves of a sensitive patient on edge.—Boston Traveler. She Made Her Room Look Like Home. The room looked hopeless, and the girl surveyed it with sinking spirits. It was long and narrow, with a window at one end, a door at the other, and the broad expanse of intervening wall was broken only by a door which opened into the next room. The walls were a pale bluish white, and notwithstanding the assurances of the portly landlady that they were newly papered in "pastel blue, the latest shade," the girl felt as if she were about to take up her abode in a whited sepulcher that had somehow got too much bluing into the whiting process. Fortunately for her own comfort she was one of the persons who can give a homelike atmosphere to any quarters in which she may happen to be, even those of the whited sepulcher variety, and when her own modest belongings were in place the room looked more habitable. The house was old-fashioned and the windows deep, and in her one window she made a comfortable window seat with an old chest, which she upholstered with burlap and some well used cushions covered with the same material. She utilized the door between her room and the one adjoining by covering it and lining the frame with dark burlap. In the frame she put a number of small shelves, and on these she placed her teacups and saucers, little pieces of bric-a-brac, and underneath the lowest shelf she fastened some big brass hooks on which she hung her brass teakettle. Homelike as the room looked, with her lamp and her books and her comfortable divan, the problem of those staring white walls remained. Even her few good pictures did not seem to help the situation, for instead of toning things down each one seemed to stand out boldly and to direct all the attention to itself. Repapering at her own expense was out of the question, and she puzzled her brain to find out a cheap way of covering them. Burlap, of course, would have been just the thing, but there again she faced the question of expense, and she was about to give up in despair to the whited sepulcher existence when she stumbled across a solution of her difficulty. She literally stumbled over it, for in going through a busy street one day she passed the rear entrance of a big grocery establishment and almost tripped on a pile of queer looking sacks. They were big and loosely woven and of a nondescript color that was neither tan nor brown, and from the way they were tossed about on the sidewalk it was evident that they were not considered valuable. Why not cover her walls with it? The sacks, which were used to import coffee, were of an irregularly woven fiber, and resembled coarse matting in their texture. Each one she found made exactly one length for the wall, and by means of a little stretching and pulling they were easily tacked on. The result was even better than she had hoped for. The satisfactory coloring of the material served as a delightful background for her pictures. The walls tone in beautifully with the colors of her pillows and divan cover and the green of her painted bookshelves, and, with one width of the madras woven in big figures that look like cathedral glass flat against the window panes and some soft, inexpensive stuff in lighter green for hanging curtains that reach just to the window seat the room is a striking example of the transformation brought about by some ingenuity and a very little money.—Exchange. Hog Ate Pig's Tails A remarkable hog story is related by Fred Fischer, a farmer of the western part of Ohio. Mr. Fischer is the owner of twenty-seven hogs, which he keeps in a large pen. Each day for several weeks a different hog turned up minus its tail. This kept up until all of the hogs save one were without caudal appendages. Fischer investigated and found that the twenty-seventh hog had chewed off the tails of the other twenty-six, and the porker seemed to be thriving on the new sort of food. For the Children. A Riddle Rayme I had a saucy servant, And his name was Silver Jim, He hadn't any body, And he hadn't any limb. He had a little arm, And he had a little wrist, And little pointed fingers, That couldn't make fist. He bought me new potatoes, And every kind of meat. And all the different sorts of pies, That any one could eat. But all the time I had him, A dozen years, I think, The saucy little rascal Would never fetch a drink. —From St. Nicholas. Topsv-Turvy James. James had been very cross all day. When his mother tucked him into bed at night she said, "Be sure not to get up out of the wrong side of the bed tomorrow morning." He fell asleep saying her words over to himself, and during the night he dreamed of them. He thought there had been company to tea and his mother had sent him to bed alone. He made up his mind that he would stay awake very late. He heard soft footsteps in the hall and knew the sandman was coming. "Humph," said he, "it is seldom you catch me like this." "You have come too early tonight," said James, sitting up in bed. "Will you please go and see some of the other boys and girls. You might stop here on your way home. I am going to stay awake as late as 10 o'clock any way." The Sandman came and stood by the bedside. "Sometimes I make shadow pictures on the wall," said he. "Did you ever try them? That is a rabbit; see its ears twitch." James put up his hands to make a rabbit also. As he turned his head away the sly old man sprinkled the sand in his eyes, and was off in a moment. "You have given me much trouble tonight," said the Sandman, "so tomorrow you will get up out of the wrong side of the bed." James struggled to keep awake. He even held his eyes open with his fingers. He heard the clock in the hall strike, and tried to count it, but he could not and fell asleep. Then he thought his mother came and said, "Wake up, the sun is looking for you." He murmured something and turned over and fell asleep again. Again he made some reply and fell asleep. The third time his father came and shook him. "James, get up at once," he said. James did not turn over again, but rubbing his eyes stumbled out of bed. For a moment he stood on his feet, then he fell over and stood on his head. His father looked at him in surprise. "Stop that nonsense at once," he said. "Breakfast is ready." He helped pull James on his feet. The moment he let go of him, however, he was over on his head again. James' mother came into the room and saw him. "What is the matter with James?" she asked. His father shook his head. "I don't understand," he declared, "he can't stand on his feet at all." "He will catch cold without some clothes on," said his mother. "Help me dress him. We will put on his heaviest shoes, and perhaps then he can stand." So with great care they dressed him. His trousers went on easily enough, but his shirtwaist gave them much trouble, and they couldn't comb his hair at all. With his heaviest boots on they raised him up. He returned to his head as before, breaking the collar band of his shirt as he fell over. Nurse came into the room. She screamed when she saw him. "He must have something to eat," said his father. "I suppose I had better carry him downstairs." As he started to pick him up, James moved away. He found he could jump without any trouble or pain. As he bumped down the front stairs he heard his mother say, "Ouch!" The cook dropped a plate on the floor when he entered the kitchen. The black cat fled down the cellar stairs in great haste. "We want to give him something to eat," said his father. The cat's saucer of milk stood in the corner. James made for this. The cook snatched it away just in time. "We must feed him in that way," said his mother. So they gave him a saucer of milk. He lapped it up and asked for more. Nurse wrung her hands. "Don't be silly," he said to her. "It's really great fun." He followed the family into the dining room. "Some one has dropped a silver spoon under the sideboard," he said. He could see under the furniture, of course. It was soon time for the children to go to school. He climbed up into a chair and tried to see them, but could not. He heard the boys and girls going by. They saw his two feet standing up straight in the air. They thought it was one of his pranks, and laughed. He found it very hard to amuse himself after this. He tried spinning around on the floor. He went so fast that his feet flew out and kicked some dishes off the table. His father said, "I am going for the doctor." The doctor came and gave James some very bad tasting medicine. "Put him to bed at once," he said. "There is no danger. He merely got up out of the wrong side of the bed." Just as James was about to reply the dream ended. "Come, James," said his mother's raise. "It is time to get up." voice. "It is time to get up. With a bound he was out of bed. To his great joy he was standing on his feet—New York World. Tipping in the Navy. The question of tipping the waiter has been formally settled by the secretary of the navy. A naval officer may give a tip of 10 cents a meal to his waiter, 50 cents to the various persons who virtually demand them on trains; tips may amount to 50 cents a day in an American hotel and 75 cents a day in a foreign hotel; $1.50 a day on the Atlantic, $1 a day on the Pacific and on the West India voyage. Greater liberality than this the United States will not countenance. Bull Heifers. Lennie Merril, a popular guide at Belgrade Lakes, is responsible for the following one on us "city folks:" "Of course, we know that you city folks have lots of chances to laugh at us hayseeders, but once in a while the laugh is on our side. I never was so tickled in my life as I was last summer, when I was guiding Mr. L., from New York. He is as much as 50 years old, and a mighty smart man, too, every other way, but he was just scairt to death of cattle. "Well, one day when we were fly fishing for bass he wanted to go ashore, so I rowed him up and he went off into the woods. Pretty soon he come tearing down to the boat, ahollering for help at the top of his voice, so you would have thought there was a big she bear after him, and I jumped up and asked him what was the trouble: He said: "There's a lot of cattle coming this way." "I knew it was a parcel of young stock. so I says to him: "You needn't be scared of them; they're nothing but a lot of heifers." "And what do you suppose he up and said? I thought I should die. He says to me, and this is the Lord's truth: "How do you know they ain't bull heifers?"—Boston Herald. THE POLE BY ELECTRIC LIGHT Experiments in Illumination in the Arctic Regions. The North Pole has managed so far to keep out of the march of progress, but the plot is certainly thickening. Walter Wellman is after it—or says he will be—with an airship. Balloons have had a shy at it. Somebody will be staking out an automobile course. Anthony Fiala, in his story in McClure's gives one's ideas of life amid Greenland's icy mountains an incidental jolt as follows: "A well tramped trail led over the ice of the bay from the house to the ship, and on the wire imbedded in the snow that conveyed the electric current Engineer Hartt and Electrician Vedoe had cut in three incandescent lights. The lights were mounted on bamboo poles stuck in the snow about 1000 feet apart. Another electric light burned at the gangway of the ship. On windy days when vision was obscured by the flying drift of snow, and at night, these lights served as guides between ship and shore "The ship's officers had been busy in the meantime, and the after part of the ship was housed in wich canvas and an extra partition and door was placed before the entrance to the forecastle. The store of ship's provisions was cached on the ice not far from the ship. An electrically lighted workshop was arranged between decks, with a stove to keep it warm. It was clean and comfortable, and work was started putting the sledges together and lashing the joints with rawhide. "In the living room of the hut on shore a long table was erected, and over the table was hung an arc light, over 6000 feet away. The dynamo aboard the ship supplied the current for lighting the incandescent lights aboard the ship as well as the arc light ashore. "When the America went under the ice, however, this luxury of light failed, and the winter sewing—of sleeping bags and furs—was done by the feeble illumination of four sickly oil lamps." MINER "SCOTTY" HAS RIVAL. E. O. Hart Has Pockets Lined with $100 Bills and Coin. "Scotty," the Death valley mystery, has faded away as champion profligate and money burner. E. Oscar Hart, a young New Yorker, with pockets lined with $100 bills, has succeeded him. Hart appeared on the streets of Los Angeles, Cal., the other night and attracted large crowds by his yells and gifts of bunches of violets. He bought the entire stock of violets carried by the flower department of the largest store here and distributed them to the women in the store and on the street, emitting a terrifying coyote yell with every gift. Then the youth invited all he met into a hotel bar to drink with him. Hundreds drank champagne at his expense and the bartender was tipped with a $100 bill after reach round. After the flowers ran out he bought others, and because the florist could not change a $100 bill he tore it into shreds and threw the pieces into the crowd. The mob became frenzied and tore his clothing from his back, almost denuding him on the street. He escaped on a street car to Venice, an oceanside resort, where he continued his profligacy. Nothing is known regarding Hart beyond his name and address. It is estimated he squandered more than $10,000 in the one hour he spent on the streets here. BEAT WISCONSIN BIRTH RECORD Little Chute Is a Place After President's Own Heart. Ninety-eight births is the record for Little Chute, Wis., during the past year, according to the report of the pastor of the village church, Rev. Knegtel. There are only a few more than 100 families in the village. As the entire village is Catholic and all children are baptized at St. John's church, the figures given in Father Knegtel's report apply to the entire village. Every child born in Little Chute is baptized by the resident priest, and if it grows up attends the parochial school and St. John's church. Every family in the village is large. There are many families of ten or more children and a family of six is the average. In the matter of marriages also Little Chute holds a record which would be hard to beat. Cupid contrived to bring twenty-seven couples to the altar of St. John's church. As there are 120 families in the village, a son or daughter from every fourth family was married, allowing that only one of the contracting parties was a resident of the village. In the majority of cases, however, both the bride and the groom were from Little Chute, so that nearly sixty families gave either a son or daughter or a son and a daughter to the founding of a new family. Just Wanted to Know. He was a new flagman at a railroad crossing in a Pennsylvania town, says the Philadelphia Public Ledger, and his hours were from seven in the morning until seven at night; but he was instructed not to leave until the "Limited" express, which was due at the crossing at two minutes before seven, had safely passed. All went well for about a month. But one night the Limited had not passed at 7 o'clock. About twelve minutes past 7 the gatesman heard it in the distance, and taking a good grip on his red lantern he planted himself in the middle of the track of the Limited. The engineer was trying to make up lost time, and the train was speeding, but he brought it to a standstill at the first wave of the red light. He jumped off his engine and ran ahead to find out why he was signaled. "What made you signal?" he demanded, angrily, seeing no evidence of danger. "What kept ye?" calmly questioned the vetman. In Cipher. In the summer of the commencement of the Russo-Jap war the late Secretary of State John Hay went to his summer home at Lake Sunapee for a few days' rest. Naturally, it was important for him to have close and constant communication with the outside world, and arrangements had accordingly been made for telegrams to be sent up to him from the telegraph office. As the situation of eastern affairs became more tense and exciting Secretary Hay was expecting very important communications, but none came. A day went by, and no word. The next morning a messenger was dispatched early to see if there was any message. "No," said the operator, "there is none." "But has none come?" he was asked. "W-all, one came yesterday, but there was no sense to it, so I did not send it up." The message had come in cipher. MARIE. Marie's the girl I do adore, Her hand I hope to claim. (Marie she's ne'er been called before, For Mary is her name). Marie is slender as a reed. What witchery and grace! (She's skinny as a pole, indeed; And, goodness, what a face!) Her eyes they are like liquid fire, Of them I can but hint. (The Lord have mercy on a liar! Her eyes! And with that squint!) Her mouth is like a cupid's bow. So small and sweet and red. (What is it really like? I know! A hollow in her head!) Her ear is like a tinted shell, And calls forth a caress. (The kind of shell, I'd hate to tell! An oyster-shell, I guess!) Her hair it is like ripened wheat; It glistens just like gold. (The limit that! It can't be beat! 'Tis brick-red, be it told!) Small wonder she has won my heart, This beautiful Marie. (And now comes the important part— An heirress great is she!) Lizzie Pendleton, daughter of David Pendleton, a full-blood Cheyenne Indian of Lawton, Okla., was robbed of a robe which was ornamented with 1000 clk teeth and valued at $4000. Alleging that his wife turned back the hands of the clock for the purpose of delaying his meals and provoking him, J. T. Childers of Waxahachie, Tex., has instituted a suit for divorce against his wife. Having a premonition that he was needed in Pana, Ill., G. V. Penwell of Chicago arrived there just a few minutes before his son, C. Tutt Penwell, secretary of the Penwell Coal company, was killed by a locomotive. The younger Mr. Penwell was 29 years old, one of the best known coal mine operators in the state. The nerviest woman in Texas resides in the city of El Paso. Mrs. A. Quirk of that city is the proprietor of a hotel, and discovered a Mexican trying to effect an entrance into her property. She took a shot at the intruder, and when he did not move fast enough she threw the gun away and proceeded to kick the son of Montezuma downstairs. He was later arrested. Hearing her sweetheart telling a young woman in another town, over the telephone, of his love for her, Miss Bessie Frazier, a telephone exchange operator at Lampasas, Tex., shot and killed herself. Miss Frazier chanced to make a connection on the line her sweetheart used in calling up her rival, and listened to the conversation. Because he wore a naval uniform and had seen eighteen years' service, John Walsh of Chicago, who took part as gunner's mate in the battle of Manila bay, escaped trial on the charge of horse stealing at Louisville, Ky. The indictment was dropped because he had heretofore borne a good reputation and had an honorable discharge from the navy. Riding eight miles on the pilot of an engine was the experience of a steer of the herd of J. L. Farrington of Wyocena, Wis. The locomotive of a freight train, after it pulled out of Wyocena, ran into the herd of cattle, killing fourteen of the animals and injuring six. When the train reached Portage one of the steers was found on the pilot. The animal had suffered a broken leg and had to be shot. Shoppers in the heart of Philadelphia were amused to see a harassed-looking man, breathless from his efforts to shake off his pursuer, dash through the streets, followed by a youth with leathern lungs shouting: "Pay for the suit you were married in." The hounded man, who said he was E. P. Wallace, had his tormentor arrested, and the latter was fined $6.50, though Wallace admitted owing the tailor's bill. Louis O'Deal, colored, aged 98, living in East St. Louis, called upon Chief Purdy and requested the arrest of James Garth, colored, aged 26. O'Deal stated that Garth offered him $30 for ten weeks' board, and that after two weeks he learned that Garth was such a hearty eater that he was losing money. O'Deal says he offered Garth $28 to leave, but he refused. Garth is quoted as saying that he likes Mrs. O'Deal's cooking so well that he is going to stay. After a courtship of only one day, Miss Blanche E. Kingery of Carroll, Ill., a missionary under the American Sunday school union, was married to Rev. Charles E. Carroll, pastor of the Methodist church of Homer, Neb. Some years ago, while attending school at Evanston, Ill., Rev. Carroll and Miss Kingery were students together but were unacquainted with each other. Both Miss Kingery and Mr. Carroll are in Omaha attending the American Sunday School convention, and met Sunday for the first time. A brief courtship followed. His Title. "From time immemorial," said Judge Asher Carruth of Louisville, at the Riggs house, "Southern people have been lavish in bestowing titles. I think there is something in the southern temperament which explains this. It corresponds to that other trait of the inhabitants of Dixie—hospitality. "If a man hasn't a title, why, give him one, just as the old style southern gave a stranger a bed and breakfast without thought of pecuniary recompense. "I didn't start out on this, however, for a philosophical disquisition, but rather to tell how a certain Kentucky gentleman established valid title to the rank of colonel. He went to Cincinnati once with a friend, who enjoyed many acquaintances in the Buckeye metropolis, and who introduced him to every one as Col. Brown. Everything went along smoothly until finally one Cincinnati asked of the introducer: "I suppose your friend, Col. Brown, was in the Confederate army? "No, sir, he was not." "Well, then, he fought on the Union side? "You are wrong there, too." "Oh, I see now; he got his title by serving in the state militia? "No, he never entered the militia." "Then how in thunder did he get to be a colonel?" "He drew a sword, sir, at a church fair."—Washington Post. Hen Makes Rich Find There is a hen in the village of Lodi, Wis., that, while looking for grub beneath the Caldwell & McNeil company's elevator, dug out a bill book containing notes, drafts, certificates, etc., to the value of more than $1000. The papers were stolen from the Prairie du Sac bank, which was robbed about two years ago. 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 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 re- sponsible 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. Santos Dumont is at work on a machine which he believes will make people exclaim: "Isn't he a bird?" The word welter, in the nomenclature of pugilism, is certainly suggestive of what a slinger of fists ought to be. The London minister who recommends Sunday fishing, before or after attendance at divine service, is evidently adept in the cutting of bait. When a "prince of the royal blood" wins promotion in his country's service there is no room for speculation as to the character of his "pull." It is now given out that Count Boni owes the mere bagatelle of $7,000,000. But some people may regard even this sum as extravagant. The war with Japan cost Russia $988,300,000 in "cold cash;" but her auxiliary losses which cannot be computed in dollars and cents, are much greater. The resident of Newcastle, Pennsylvania, who is suing that city for $25,000 because he lost a leg while coasting in violation of the law which prohibits it, has evidently "lost his head" also. The London pauper who claims that he has been thriving on a diet of kindling is unconsciously vindicating those who have made wooden nutmegs and enriched bran with sawdust. The Cleveland man who is to be married by proxy to a girl in Australia is suggesting a trick that might be adopted by would-be elopers in desperate emergencies. But long-distance marriages will never be popular. The Mormon apostle named Merrill who recently died at the age of 74, leaving seven wives, forty-nine sons and daughters and one hundred and forty grandchildren, cannot be accused of having favored race suicide. The method of smelting iron by electricity, reported to have been discovered at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, would be a great thing for the southern Pacific slope, where there is iron and water power, but no coal. --- Stirring times may be foreshadowed by the report that the Thibetans are assailing the small British expeditionary force in their country. Chinese influence is undoubtedly responsible for the bracing of the Thibetan spine. There must be a mistake in the announcement of a Milwaukee invention for the propulsion of boats by something on the side of the hull which pulls it through the water. Perhaps an airship is meant, with wings on its sides, like those of a bird. Two of Michigan's star athletes have been "conned" out because of failure in the examinations, and there is gloom in the university gymnasium. But students should not forget to train for the winning of a diploma while they are preparing for the various teams. The proposed $40,000,000 canal from Lake Erie to the Ohio river would be a great thing for Pittsburg. But there is room for doubt as to whether it would be of much general account, as the Ohio river is not in condition for deep-water navigation. --- American ranks as the greatest coal-producing nation in the world, but is third, however, in the list of exporting nations. This is because the consumption of coal is so heavy that the foreign trade is only a secondary consideration. 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 eat 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 place 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. After 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. 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 al 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. At Dancing School, or the Small Boy's Complaint. My mother makes me awful mad. I wish she'd let me be. But, dern the luck! she seems to think That she's a-runnin' me. Now, here I am dressed like a dude, At this here dancin' school. I might look clean an' sporty, but I feel jest like a fool. The other kids keep guyin' me, Because I come down here. Sech things as "girly boy" an' "dude" They holler in my ear. Course, I can't blame 'em, 'cause I do Look mushy-like, an' yet If they don't cut that guyin' out, I'll punch some heads, I'll bet. They ain't no fun in huggin' girls, But what else kin I do. With Mom a-settin' lookin' on? Doggone it! I feel blue. Mom says I'll be a gentleman In years that is to come. If she keeps sendin' me down here, I won't—I'll be a bum. —Denver Post. As to Old Maids "I'm glad Billy had the sense to marry a settled old maid," said Grandma Winkum at the wedding. "Why, grandma?" asked the son. Why, grandma! asked the son. "Well, gals is hity-tity, and widders is kinder overtulin' and upsettin. 'But old maids is thankful and willin' to please.'—Modern Society. The Cause Bella—What is the matter, dear? You don't look well. Stella—I'm not well. The marcel waves in my hair make me seasick.—Town Topics. HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT Have ready some stock that is highly flavored with various vegetables, and when it is strained, boll one pint of green peas in half of it. Take some asparagus of medium size and cut it in pieces three or four inches long; blanch these in boiling water and then set in cold water, drain and tie in small bundles. Add any of the odd pieces of the asparagus to the peas, and when tender pass through a sieve, add to the remainder of the soup, also a piece of butter, a squeeze of lemon juice, and pepper and salt. Pour the soup into a tureen when it is very hot, and arrange the asparagus on the top. Alexandria Pudding. Take three large apples, a little lemon peel, four ounces of sultanas, a little candied peel, one ounce of sugar, light suet crust. First peel, core and slice the apples, put them in a saucepan with a little nutmeg, grated lemon rind and sugar. Stew till the apples are soft, then add the chopped candied peel. Roll out the suet pastry, then spread the apples, etc., on it. Scatter the sultanas on it, make into a poly-poly, wet the ends and squeeze together. Boil for two hours and a half in a floured cloth. Turn out to serve and sift sugar over. Apple Trifle. Pare, core, and stew with sugar and lemon peel two pounds of apples, and cook till quite soft. Cut some sponge cake in slices and arrange them in a pie dish. Then spread a layer of the apple mixture, more sponge cake, and so on till all is used up. Make a pint of thick custard and pour over the trifle. Beat up the white of an egg till stiff, and pile on to the custard, and lightly brown in the oven. Place a pie collar round the dish when serving. This sweet is equally good, hot or cold. Care of the Range. Constant care both in regard to blacking and fire is the price to be paid by every housewife if she would have a nice looking range. The better grades of stove polish will not burn off except the range is allowed to become red hot. In most cases this is a waste of fuel and careful and judicious use of the dampers. Of course where a range is used all day under what might be called forced draft it will require blacking every other day, but under ordinary circumstances twice a week should be ample. Crabapple Marmalade Quarter the apples and remove the cores. Boil in enough water to cover fruit well, till all the pieces are ready to fall from the skin. Run through the colander. Measure the pulp, add a pint of sugar for each pint of pulp. Stir constantly till thoroughly incorporated. Put a teaspoonful into a saucer, and draw the spoon through the mass; if it leaves a path, the marmalade is cooked enough. Another test is to invert the saucer; if it adheres to the saucer, the marmalade is done. To Test the Heat of Lard. To test the heat of lard in deep frying put in a slice of bread, and if it browns while you count sixty the fat is hot enough for raw materials. If it browns while you count forty it is right for food prepared from cooked meat or fish, such as croquettes. Use plenty of fat, which should be carefully strained before it is put away for future use. Compote of Bangnas. Peel and halve the fruit, and arrange in a saucepan with enough light syrup to cover it. Let it boil up, but only just boil, and lift out and arrange in glass or silver dish. Boil up the syrup again almost to the crack, flavor with a teaspoonful of flavoring, allow to cool, and pour over the fruit. Flannel Cakes Beat two eggs in a bowl and add a teaspoon of salt, a tablespoon of sugar and a pint and a half of milk, with a teaspoon of cream tartar and half a teaspoon of soda; add flour to make a thin batter. Bake on a greased griddle, spread with butter, and send to the table hot. Kitchen Hints. One or two drops of vanilla added to the chocolate pot will give just the taste that is delicious. The water that onions have been boiled in will brighten gilt frames to a marvelous degree. The yolk of an egg gives richness to the milk you pour over asparagus; beat it well, add butter, salt and pepper as usual. Cranberries boiled with apples, then strained and made into jelly with equal parts of sugar make a table dainty that is unique and pleasing. A small brush should be kept purposely for washing the cut glassware. It takes out all the dirt in every tiny crevice and keeps the glass shining. It is a good thing to remember that a pound of sugar is one pint, an ounce of liquid is two tablespoons and a pint of liquid weighs sixteen ounces. A coat of prepared black varnish or spar varnish given to the screens every spring will keep them looking bright and fresh, and make them last longer. Apply with a good paint brush, rubbing well into the mesh on both sides. CHURCH-WORKER'S FREE BOOK OF MONEY RAISING PLANS. HOW TO RAISE MONEY" is the title of a valuable, instructive book just published, explaining many new and successful plans for raising sums of money from $8.00 to $200.00, quickly and easily without investment, for churches, schools, aid societies, charity or any other purpose. This book is sent absolutely free, postage prepaid, to interested persons. Address Wisconsin Mfg. Co., Dep't 280. Manitowoc, Wis. SEND FOR IT TODAY. When writing to advertisers please mention the Wisconsin Weekly Advocate. THE SPICE "Spirit!" THE SPICE OF LIFE. "I drink no wine." The butler bland Paused, blankly staring, flask in hand. The bright-eyed belles and dull-eyed beaux All roused from dinner table pose Gave heed such heresies demand. Then slanted glance, light laughter fanned, And whispered jest behind the hand. At who dares say to friends and foes, "I drink no wine." Once more the gulf of silence spanned, By that clear voice. With courage grand, "'Wine is a mocker,' but there flows A fount, clear, pure, to heal earth's woes. I come, sah, from Kentucky, and I drink no wine!" —Grace MacGowan Cooke in Smart Set. If he were taller by a head And dark instead of fair, If he wore clothes more up to date And hadn't curly hair, If he would smoke and swear a bit I think that I might care. If I were like some girls I know I'd never dare to flout him, If I had any sense I s'pose I'd think a lot about him, And as it is I'm 'fraid that I Can't get along without him. Brooklyn Life. Discouraging Quest for Capital. One of Pittsburg's bank presidents is a friend and most unassuming benefactor of ambitious young men. He is sympathetic when listening to cases which merit encouragement, but can also dismiss an interviewer with admirable abruptness. A youth on one occasion entered the banker's office and joyfully announced that he intended going to college. He intimated that a little assistance in the matter of obtaining a scholarship would be a most convenient asset with which to start on his career. "And to what profession do you aspire?" questioned the president, graciously. "I won't give up," asserted the young man, boldly, "until I am privileged to place after my name the letters D. D., L.L. D." The banker turned in his chair and intimated that the interview was at an end by saying, tersely: "A capital idea, sir, but one entirely beyond the resources of this bank."—Harper's Weekly. Severe. Form Master (sarcastically, to Jones, who has been reproved by the head for making a rude caricature of one of the masters)—Well, Jones, and what did the headmaster say to your funny picture? Jones (with dignity)—He said, sir, that nobody but the lowest of the low would call it funny!—Punch. Which Was Worse WHERE WAS WOOD? The Bow-Legged Man — Doctor, couldn't you straighten out my bowlegs? The Economical Doctor—Oh, yes, but you would have to have all your trousers lengthened five or six inches if I did. At the Tea Table. Mother (embarrassed)—Why—why, yes. Bobby—Is he in the sugar bowl? Mother (frantically)—Yes! I told you Bobby—Is he in the sugar bowl? Mother (frantically)—Yes! I told you God was everywhere. Bobby (triumphantly, placing his hand over the top of the sugar bowl)—Hurrah! I've got him!—Judge. Pat Casey and his friend Michael Cassidy were unloading the van in their usual haphazard fashion, and were handling one barrel very carelessly. "Hi, there," said the man in charge of the job, "be very careful with that! It's gunpowder. "Anw phwy?" queried Pat, taking the opportunity of an instant's rest and an argument. "Why should we handle gunpowder wid sich partic'lar ca-are?" "Well, don't you know that a barrel of that same gunpowder exploded last year, and blew ten men to smithereens?" roared the foreman. "Oh, then, be aisy!" said Pat. "Sure, it couldn't do that now! There's only two ay us here!"—Answers. Tricks of the Trade. Jones—You said the makers of this watch guaranteed it for five years—it broke just one month after I bought it! Jeweler—Yes—but I've had it in my stock for four years and eleven months! Town Topics. Some young brides take the married state seriously indeed, and little Mrs. Nixon is of the order. She was not a good cook, and she knew it, but after marriage she studied at a cookery class to such good effect that in due course she carried off a diploma. "Yes," she said enthusiastically that "Spirit!" Logic. Severe Fully Protected. Tough. evening; "I've got the loveliest diploma! It's on sheepskin parchment with a big red seal. And just in honor of the occasion I cooked that dish you're eating now. It's my own idea entirely. Now, just you guess what it is?" Nixon went on masticating in silence for a moment. Then he looked up with a wry grin. "I don't know," he said, hesitatingly. "Is it—er—is it the diploma?"—Punch. A Bargain Hunter. She—I wonder why Mr. Bilkins is in love with such a fat girl? He—He's the kind of a fellow who likes to get as much for his money as possible—Life. M. Prudhomme—I received an anonymous letter 'this morning. M. Bonhomme—Poof! The vile things. Whenever I receive an anonymous letter I do not take the trouble to open it.—Punch. One More Spot. Chief Justice Fuller was not long ago the guest of a southern gentleman who had a servant named John, famous for his mint julep. Soon after Judge Fuller's arrival John appeared, bearing a tray, on which was a long, cool glass, topped with crushed ice and a small tree of mint. With low bows and many smiles he presented it, and watched anxiously while Judge Fuller appreciatively sipped it. "That touch the right spot, sah?" he queried. "It does, John, it does," the judge replied. John disappeared, but was soon recalled by the tinkle of a hand bell. The glass was now empty. The judge looked up with a twinkle in his eye. "I think I've got another spot. John." he said.—Harper's Weekly. How to Surprise. Dauber—Look her, old fellow; I'm painting a picture and want to study the expression of suprise—utter, entire, unbounded surprise. How am I to achieve it? Friend—Oh, I know; go and pay some of the people you are owing money to.—Tit-Bits. Happy Thought. There is a very pretty girl in Syracuse who, with the best of motives and most kind intent, is generally, as she herself expresses it, "in a mess." To a chum she recently said: "I seem to have offended Mr. de Lancey, and I can't imagine how. I sent him a little token on his birthday, and he acknowledged it in the coolest manner." "What did you send?" her friend inquired. "Well," she explained, "I wanted to give something that would have some connection with his lovely verses, you know, and by what was almost an inspiration I thought of a rhyming dictionary."—Harner's Weekly. A. Precautionary Measure A youth left instructions at a jeweler's shop for the inscription of an engagement ring he had just bought. He wanted it inscribed "From Bertie to Maud." As he left, he turned back, and added, as an afterthought, "I shouldn't—ah—cut 'Maud' too deep, don't you know."—New York Evening Mail. DYSPEPTIC PHILOSOPHY. Modesty is the best policy. Good Lord, save my friends from me! Hope deferred maketh the creditor kick. Hope is the tonic that is keeping most of us alive. It is better to be an ugly duckling than a goose. The man that girls think awfully different is usually indifferent. No mere man could be as respectable as the average head waiter looks. Typewriters tell no tales, but this isn't saying anything about stenographers. Don't judge a man by his cigars; maybe his wife bought them for him. She that hesitates has to hustle to catch any kind of husband these days. She that can hold her tongue is greater than he who can handle an automobile. Nobody denies that man is the darling of the gods. They didn't even give woman a sense of humor. One thing about the man who steps on your foot when you are wearing tight shoes—he makes you forget your other troubles.—New Orleans Picayune. All Lost. Including the Girl. Three brothers went out to Phillips county to buy some land. A real estate agent showed them a fine farm owned by a Kansas girl. The girl intimated that if a single man bought the farm she would like to stay also. Being a Kansas girl, each of the brothers got the idea that he would like to have her. No one of them had enough money to buy the farm without aid from one of the others, and they could not agree which should be the lucky man. This is why Phillips county lost three prospective citizens, who finally settled in Rooks county, where no girl entered to spoil their Garden of Lden.-Topeka State Journal. Bournemouth. Anonymous. IN THE BUSINESS TO STAY! JOHN L. SLAUGHTER Desires to inform his friends and the pubiic 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 S>= ——— —————— ——_—_—_ SS 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. TEMPERANCE TOPICS R. E. AIKENS. W. B. FLOWERS. THE LITTLE SAVOY BUFFET Imported Wines and Liquors 2634 STATE STREET Telephone South 855 CHICAGO HOMES ARE RUINED BY STRONG DRINK. Thousands of Lives, Characters and Fortunes Are Annually Wrecked Along the Gilded Pathway, Having Ite Beginning in the Wine Room. Somewhere lives a small farmer of such social habits that his coming home intoxicated was once no unsual thing. His wife urged him, in vain, to reform. _ “Why, you see,” he would say, ay don’t like to break it off at once; it ain’t wholesome. The best way is always get used toa thing by degrees, you know.” “Very well, old man,” his helpmeet would rejoin, “see, now, if you don't fall into a hole one of these days, while you can’t take care of yourself, and nobody near to take you out.” Sure enough, as if to verify the prophecy, a couple of days after, re- turning from a glorious frolic, the old fellow reeled into his own well, and after a deal of useless scrambling, shouted for the “light of his eyes” to come and help him out. “Didn't I tell you so?” said the good soul, showing her cap-frill over the edge of the parapet, “you’ve got into a hole at last, and it’s only lucky I'm in hearing; or you might have drowned.” _ “Well,” she continued, after a pause, letting down the bucket, “take hold.” And up he came, higher at every turn of the windlass, until, the old lady’s grasp slipping from the han- dle, down he went to the bottom again. This occurring more than once, ‘made the temporary occupant of the well suspicious. | “Look here!” he screamed In fury, at ‘the last splash, “you're doing that on get evi I know you are!” “Well, now, I am,” responded the old woman tranquilly, while winding him up once more; “didn’t you tell me It’s best to get used to a thing by degrees? I’m ’fraid if I was to bring you right up on a sudden, you wouldn't find it | wholesome.” The old fellow could not help ehuck- | ling at her application of his principle, | and protested that he would sign the pledge on the instant, if she would lift ‘him fairly out. This she did, and | packed him off to “swear in,” wet as he was.—National Advocate. | Gus. C. SCHMIDT ~ 2 JOSEPH WAAL | When Marketing Call at North Side Meat Market SCHMIDT & WAAL, Prop’s. Successors to C. A. Waal. Telephone 196 139-141 Washington St. Manistee, Mich. ial iis and Night. For Ladies and Gentlemen, The Turf Cafe Oysters, Game, Fish, Steaks, Chops and Every Delicacy the Seasons Afford, Banquet Rooms for Dinner Parties, Etc. Cuisine Par Excellent. Table D’Hote. NOTE—We have neither private rooms, nor “private” people, but cater to the general public. DINNER FROM 5:30 TO 8:00; 35¢. : oe MONROE BROS., Prop’s. 194 Third Street, Milwaukee, Wis. ig \ ee : ee ae Ds State St. ERS 4 Less Scotch Whisky Drank. The statement is issued from Glas: gow that the annual output of Scotch whisky has fallen off by over ten mil. lion gallons since 1899. Scotland is to be congratulated on this important event. The production is still far toc much. It has only, it is said, faller back to what it was nine years ago Since 1898-9, the year of the recor¢ output, it has been reduced by 10,500, 000 gallons. The figures to date show a reduction this year of close or 2,000,000 gallons, and at the same time 380,088 gallons have been added te stocks, bringing these up to the enor nious total of 121,778,039 gallons. Thi: addition to stocks is due not to over production but to a falling.off in con sumption. Had the removals from bond remained the same as in 1903-4 the stocks in bonded warehouse: would have been reduced by 870,70 gallons, which would have been the first reduction recorded in many years. he opinion is general tha unless the consumption takes an up ward turn before long the productior of both malt and grain whisky wil have to be greatly restricted —Scot tish American. pe ooutione HOUSEHOLD GOODS Storage For Household Goods | JANESVILLE, - + = WISCONSIN | ee ee a ee NOTCH | te ALL actual settlers who buy a quarter section of jand. trom us during the next six months: Come to our cattle ranch ar dong Lake, Chippewa county, Wisconsin, and get a young cow and calf free. ‘Two head of blooded stock given away with 160 acres of choice land, vither in Chippewa or Gates counties, the best clover belt of the United States. Terms of payment for the land, one-quarter down, balance on long time at G per cent. interest. Address, J. L. GATES LAND CO., Milwaukee, Wis Dated March 1, 1905. . ‘The largest land owners in the state. We have about 600 head of tleoded Polled Angus, Herefords and Durhkams. “The Cancer of Drink.” “The life histories coming before me in a single day,” said the late Dr Barnardo, “would suffice to convince the most incredulous how widespreac and deep-seated is that cancer 0! drink, of which the destitution anc suffering of the children are too ofter merely the external symptoms. This vice is the dark cloud which over shadowed nearly all the young live: growing up in the cellars and alley: of our great cities, and it will be uni versally acknowledged that no effort t« save them can ever be _successfu’ which does not carry before it, as s watchword, a declaration of inextin guishable resistance to that great drink traffic. which sweeps away so many unhappy young victims into its whirl. pools.” One-Third Saving Sale —SS—— ON i game Warranted Watches, Fewelry, Silverware, Clocks, Opera Glasses, Cee Cutlery, etc. Cc. J. DEWEY, 234 WEST WATER ST. A Decisive Alcoholic Summary. 1. That alcohol habitually used, car of itself produce disease from whic! the abstainer is exempt. 2. That it will aggravate disease: to which all are liable. 8. That it renders those who habitu ally use it more open to attacks of va rious forms of illness. 4. That the alcoholist has a wors¢ chance of recovery from a fever or al injury than the abstainer. % If these propositions are establishec the case stands thus: That there i: always risk in the use of alcoholic liq uors, but the risk is entirely absen in those who abstain—Dr. Sir B. W Richardson. The Wisconsin Weekly Advocate is in a position to secure Desirable Situations _ for trustworthy ani 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. Temperance Notes. The American Anti-Saloon Leagu: received and expended in the differen’ States during its fiscal year $339,479. In connection with the appeal tc President Roosevelt to get the govern. ment out of the liquor business, Wil. bur F. Crafts calls it “infernal rev. enue.” It has been calculated that in France the miners could in ten years buy up all the mines in that country with the money they spend for alco- holic beverages. CINDER ROADBED AFIRE A YEAR. Miniature Volcano on the New Haven Line, Near Providence. A fire in the built up roadbed of the New York, New Haven & Hartford rail- | road ata point a few hundred yards jgouth of the Woodlawn station, between | Providence and Pawtucket, has been smoldering for nearly a year, and even ne shows no indication of dying ont. The part that is burning is located on the right hand side of the main roadbed, forming a side plateau, upon which a Spur track has been laid, and is com- posed of cinders and coked coal, which has been dumped along that part of the line to fill ina deep, wide gully and to bring the surface up to grade. _The tract that is smoldering is about GOO feet in length, 60 feet wide and has ,a depth of abont 30 feet. There are | many tons of einders in the mass, and the fire, which is apparent from the many ,eracks and crevices that mar the jevel ,Surface, from which issue constant streamers of smoke, seems to be well | down in the mass. | <A short time ago it was found neces- sary to raise the spur track and relay | the ties upon the top of the bank, raising the level about five or six inches in order |to prevent the ties from igniting from the heat of the bed,. whieh is now in | spots unbearable to the hand. As to the cause of the fire, there are 1 SE veral theories. One statement is made jihat a party of youthful enthusiasts started a bonfire on the heap last year. land probably used some kerosene to give ithe wood a brisk start. This, it is sur- | mised, enabled the fire to get a firm grip on the cinder bed, end from spot to spot the fire las gradually eaten its way. The railroad officials, however. doubt this, claiming that the smolder is due to the fact that the bed is built up_ of cinders from the rounciouse ash pits. The ashes, it was stated. are carried up to that spot and dumped, and as some of the cinders possess considerable vital- ity, it is thought that the mass either became afire from spontaneous combus- tion or that a well lighted spark falling from a locomotive into one of the erevices might have been fanned by an accommo- dating wind into the fire which has eaten its way through the heap. = At the present time smoke is curling from many craters on the surface. Large cracks in the surface also exude smoke, and from the heap comes an odor that is indescribable. It is a combination of sulfurous fumes mixed with a smell like wet leather burning, and has an under. | current of hydrogen gas, the whole com- | bination being one to turn a lamp post a sickly yellow and warranted to relieve | the worst case of bronchial trouble ex- tunt in either one of two ways. Spots of a yellowish, bluish color mark the burnt out fhe and those alive pre- sent a play of iridescent colors that is handsome. Part of the bank has caved down near the edge, looking as if an at- tempt had been made to drown the fire with water. sare About the only way to extinguish the fire, in the opinion of the railroad men, is to drown it with streams from the nearby Moshassuck river. Some action will probably be taken soon toward ex- tinguishing the fire, but as yet the prob- lem has not been figured out to a solu- tion.—Providence Journal. | Rennacker and Watson, star athletes fof Lewis institute, have decided to enter Wisconsin. Rennacker is a weight man, and Watson has a record of 5 feet 10 inches for the high jump, 22 feet 4 inches for the broad jump, and 11 feet for the pole vault. Graduate Manager Downer will take charge of the track squad for the time being. : ) ot different professions solic- iting money in Wisconsin for purposes unknown to any per- son in that state and for use elsewhere. Driven out of other*states they are overrun- aing this. We think it an im- perative duty on us as being ‘he only negro paper in the state, to protect its generous zhilanthropists. From now on, we shall warn the mayor ind chief of police of every sity in Wisconsin against such idventurers, 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 an? Monon ticket office or address FRANK J. REED, Gen’l Pass. Agent, Chicage s. B. JONES, Oo. P. Agent, 232 Clark St., Chicayo STATE STREET MARKET Sscrwhice STTO _HARSICHT, Prep. Stave st. CHOICE MEATS POULTRY AND GAME IN SEASON | Choicest Spring Chicken in Stock at Ail Times. | ROOMS FOR RENT While in Chicago Stop at MRS. THOMAS TURPIN’S 92 THIRTY-THIRD STREET Prices Reasonable. Tel. 8281 Douglas jEBORLES TAILORING CO. Suis, order $15.00 LEE J M UN KO eae PRACTICAL SHOEMAKER fy fe ee 125 2nd Street, Milwaukee. i Came REPAIRS NEATLY DONE... | g ae sum Atenas” [ee eS Se WE CONTINUE TO WARN THE BENEVOLENT PUBLIC AGAINST THE NUMEROUS BEGGARS FOR ALLEGED CHARITABLE INSTITU- TIONS IN BEHALF OF THE NEGRO RACE. LOOK WELL TO THE CRE- DENTIALS OF SUCH MENDICANTS AND INQUIRE OF SOME REPUTA- BLE NEGRO CITIZEN REGARDING THE TRUTHFULNESS OF THEIR STATEMENTS. ELK EXPRESS CO, G. J. CHARLESTON, Mor. 63 E. Sixth Strect, ST. PAUL, > = MINN. SPECIAL NOTICE “ 99 THE “TURF” CAFE =— DINNER BILL =—— Regular Dinner 25c Dinner 11:80 to 2 p. m. and 5 te 8 p. m. Sliced Tomatoes, 10c. Radishes, 10c, Cucumbers, 10c. Green Onions, 10c. Lettuce, 10c. BEAN SOUP. Boiled Trout and Mint Sauce, 25c. Boiled — of Mutton, Beg Sauce, 25e. ‘Roast Pork and Apple Sauce, 25c. Short Ribs of Beef = Brown Pota- Fricasseed Obicken, 25e. ENTREES. Sieg es anadeea Potaineay Apple and Lemon and Custard Pie, Rice Pudding. Coffee and Tea aul Milk. Aarne ordered not mentioned on this will be charged for extra. MONROE BROS., Prop’s. 14104 THIDD CT. Furrier and Currier. Iust before the closing of the’ schools fur the holidays in Everett, Mass., a teacher in one of them asked for the def inition of a furrier. A band was raised “Well, John, you tell us what a furrie is.” “A man who deals in furs,” correct ly replied the pupil. Then, turning to an other scholar, the teacher asked for Un definition ef » currier. “A man whe deals in curs,” was the unexpected reps of the eager boy. 9OOOOOOO FORD’S Formerly known as ** OZONIZE ” OZONIZED OX MARROW”. ee so me eS oe , == SS : STRAIGHTENS p KINKY or CURLY HAIR that it ean beput Bp in Fo Tseble deatsed consistene with te ength. > rd’s Hair Pomade was former! known as -QZONIZED OX MARHOW” and ts ¢ the only safe 1 ion known us taaker kinky ‘or curly hair straight. as 4 makes above: Its use takes the moet stub ¢ born, harsh, kinky or curly bair soft. pliable and ensy to comb. These results $ Inay be obtained from one treatment; 2 to 4 bottles are usually sufficient for a yea The ¢ use of Ford's Hair Pomade (“OZONIZED ¢ OX MARROW") removes and prevents dan- ¢ Gruff, relieves itching. invigorates the saulp. 4 Stops the hair from fauingout or breaking off. G tg enel Wee aya Viger Being ‘loca res : fs ferfamed snd” harmless, it iss toilet hocensity for ladies, gentlemen and children. ® Ford’s Hair Pomade (“OZONIZED OX , MARROW”) bas been made and sold contin | RoBSiy Since about iss, and label, “OZONIZED OX MARROW". was registered in the United | States Patent Office. in 1874. In all that long ‘ period of time there hes never been a bottle returned from the hundreds of thousands we Have sold. FORD'S HAIR POMADE remains | sweet and effective, no matter how long you keep it. Be sure to get Ford's, as its use ‘ makes the hair STRAIGHT. SOFT, and ‘ PLIABLE, Beware of imitations. Remember « be Ford’s, Hair Pomade (“OZONIZED , °: MARROW") is put up only in 50 ct. size, , $ snd is made only in Chicago and by us, The , genuine has the signature, Charles Ford Prest. © on each package. Refuse all others. Fall di- ‘ @ rections with every bottle. Price only 50 cts. | Sola Uy draggists and desiers., If your drug: gist of dealer can not supply you. he can , procure it from his jobber or wholesale dealer P or send us $0 cts. for one bottle postpaid. or $1. Tor three bottles or #2: ior six bottles. express paid. We pay posiag> and express « Sharges fo ali points 10 U, S.A. When order. ing send postal or express money order, and , mention this paper. Write your name and | $ address piainly'to @ The Ozonized Ox Marrow Co. (None genuine without my signature) | ‘ Charles Ford fash | 76 Wabash Ave., Chicago, fl. Agents wanted everywhere. ; FESS OPOOSE SOS SS VIGVSESOHUSD: GIRL PROVES A HEROINE. “Reseues Father and Brother from Icy Water, with Coat. _ Walter Gibson of Woodbury and_ his son Philo, 12 ba old, were saved from drowning at Waterbury, Conn., by the cool bravery of Gibson’s daughter Rose, 8 years old. Gibson, coming home from wood-chopping, took a short cut across the reservoir, the ice gave way, and, weighted down by a huge fur coat, he ‘went down. Philo, Se to his fa- ‘ther’s assistance, also broke through. The shouts of the two brought little Rose, who rushed toward the flounder- ing pair until she felt the ice cracking ander her. Then she seated herself and slipped off her little coat. Tying this to her knitted scarf, she threw it to her father. “Don’t pull too fast, daddy,” she allied; “I’m not very strong.” With the aid if the improvised life line Gibson scrambled out and then drew his son from the water. The peo- ple of Woodbury in mass meeting have demanded a Carnegie medal for little Rose. oo RAISED FROM A DEATH-BED. Mr. Pitts, Once Pronounced Incur- able, Has Been Well Three Years. B. E. Pitts, 60 Hathaway street, Skowhegan, Me., says: “Seven years ‘ago my back ached and I was so run 3 down that I was laid up four months. I had night sweats and Oi fainting spells and Bark Lf dropped to ninety , = Domed: The urine i$ m7 pass every few 2S A “ . minutes with in- aed Fag; tense pain andlook- | fv F ed like blood. Drop- ae sy set in and the fen doctors decided I Y could not live. My > ee wee eee ore laid up four months. I had night sweats and A fainting spells and Bark Lf dropped to ninety — pounds. The urine a a passed every few 7 a m. minutes with in- BA fig; tense pain andlook- Me aes} 0d lke blood. Drop- a r sy set in and the ae © doctors decided I F could not live. My -wife got me using Doan’s Kidney Pills, and as they helped me I took heart, kept on and was cured so thoroughly that I’ve been well three years.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. ‘Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo. N. Y. eae Se HEN HAS RICH SOPRANO VOICE. Owner Is Training the Prodigy—Thought to Be Wonderful. ‘Sembrich, Nordica, Eames and all the other hifalutin singers in New York can look to their laurels if they expect to keep a vocalistic pace set by Ben Chris- ‘tian’s prima donna hen, Nordina. Her bell-like notes now soar a whole octave and Ben believes that she will increase sthis by six notes before spring. Ben ives at Patten, Me. Nordina is Pecusbly the only singing ‘hen in the world and is valued mccording: ly. When she was hatched last Mare! out of an ordinary Plymouth Rock eee of uncertain origin she clucked just like any other chick, but one day when the hired man went into the barnyard whistling, the feathered youngster thopped on a ee and chortled the ‘ehorus of “Yankee Doodle” so perfectly that the man almost dropped dead from ssurprise. He thought his ears were de- ceiving him and tried “Sweet Marie.” Again the chick fpllowed the notes and Christian was ¢éalled. ae € He pee her in a cage and tried her with the melodeon. It was all the same. Up and down the scale she went, half a measure behind the groaning, squeaking keys, and Ben was so delighted that he mamed the feathered prodigy Nordina, cafter Lillian Nordica, who is a native -of Maine. Nordina’s voice was a rich ssoprano, but of course untrained, and Ben set about cultivating it. The hired «man was instructed to confine himself *to classical musie when he whistled; the rmelodeon was tuned, and Ben himself sent for the scores of ‘La Boheme” and “Carmen” and brushed up his own musi- seal education. Cultivating the voice of a hen is an ‘unusual undertaking, and the owner of the fowl met with many difficulties, but on the whole he has succeeded admir- ably, and the countryside admits Nor- dina is a wonder. As yet, however, she is a bit rusty on grand opera and her woice is still “throaty.” Birds and Mosquitoes. “Birds suffer more than man from the ‘mosquito,” a naturalist said. “Fre quently the mosquito can't get at man, but birds he can always get at. “The male mosquito is harmless. He mever stings. It is the female who does all the mischief. Male and female alike live through the winter. “After the mosquito’s egg is first hatched, the creature that issues forth is called a wriggler. The wriggler lives dn water, in marshy pools, in the pud- «les and the ooze of low-lying meadows. He is like a tiny snake, and he must come to the surface to breathe. “Hence kerosene as a mosquito exter- sminator. Ladle out kerosene on a pool of water and two tablespoonfuls will spread suntil they cover effectually fifteen aquare feet. This oily covering is as airtight us a skin. If there are any wrigglers ih the ~water under it they must die, they must smother. “Some think mosquitoes feed on blood alone. This is a mistake. If a mosquito can’t get human blood or bird blood ox animal blood it stabs plants and feeds on their juices. “How I wish we could, conyert the mosquito to an exclusive use of this vege- itarian diet!’—Philadelphia Bulletin. UNDER WHICH KING. <The More Postum the More Food-— the More Coffee the More Poison.” The President of the W. C. T. U. In ‘@ young giant State in the Northwest says: “I did not realize that I was a slave to coffee till I left off drinking it. For three or four years I was obliged to take a nerve tonic every day. Now I am free, thanks to Postum Food Cof- fee. “After finding out what coffee will do to its victims, I could hardly stand to-have my husband drink it; but he was not willing to quit. I studied for months to find a way to induce him to Jeave it off. Finally I told him I would make no more coffee. “J got Postum Food Coffee, and «made it strong—boiled it the required -time, and had him read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,’. that comes in every pkg. “To-day Postum has no stronger ad- svocate than my husband! He tells our friends how to make it, and that the got through the winter without a spell of the grip and has not had a ‘headache for months—he used to be :subject to frequent nervous head- sackes. “The stronger you drink Postum the wmore food you get; the stronger you drink coffee the more poison you get.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There’s 2a reason. © SASSY oie ge eat arse eaten PS |e ae nce aS ere TS LIES = re SE ee Tessp estat Facts ssc Saale eo ‘Lok oS mee See ea) ail i wei ee Ki a sti stot cys , A re “oH Sa i as tipo EF ee pore ee dn We ah 3 7. oo ts: neal ae ot SE SN ore eS ee SUPERVISION NOT PATERNALISM. By James R. Garfield. The government should not at- tempt to exercise a paternal control oyer private business. That is not it. That 1s the cry that those make who are opposed to government su- pervision. It is not paternalism in the old sense as we understand it. It is simply this: Who is to rule? The corporation, by its power of wealth, by the extent of territory over which it does business, by the political influence that it of neces- sity exercises in the States and the Wederal government—shall such a corpororation rule the government or be ruled by tne government? ‘The doing of this or attempting to do it has been the primary work of the Bureau of Corporations. It is going to be a long road. It is going to be a difficult road, and the work of the bureau will only be well done if we set our faces in the ae direction at the beginning. We must not expect tod much from the efforts of the government at the present time to change these industrial evils. Our first steps cannot be long. We cannot run when we are attempting to solve such problems as these, but, as I say, if we can get our faces set in the right direction, then we may be sure that in the years to come we will make the right kind of progress. This again can only be accomplished by the heartiest co-operation of men engaged in business. DIRECT VOTE FOR U. 8. SENATORS. f ossigbi- 20> suscrantna tipster By Goveraor Joseph W. Fol: | The nearer a government can be brought to i the people the purer and better that govern- | 171 ment will be. An important step in this di- | 4 rection would be the election of United States 77 |} Senators by the people. The demand for this reform is growing, and it {s a question of only a little time before it will be accomplished. An amendment to the Federal Constitution, — which provides for the election of Senators by the Legislatures, can be made on the application of | the Legislatures of two-thirds of the States. Without | apy special effort in that direction many States have | already made the request. The General Assembly of | Missouri, at the last session, passed a resolution to this effect. I favor the election of Senators by popular vote, and it is evident that this system will demonstrate that the chief representatives of the people in Congress will | more clearly reflect the people’s will. GENIUS THE HIGHEST FORM OF INSANITY. By Cesar Lombroso, Alienist. by the Legislatures, can be made on the application of the Legislatures of two-thirds of the States. Without any special effort in that direction many States have already made the request. The General Assembly of Missouri, at the last session, passed a resolution to this effect. I favor the election of Senators by popular vote, and it is evident that this system will demonstrate that the chief representatives of the people in Congress will more clearly reflect the people’s will. GENIUS THE HIGHEST FORM OF INSANITY. By Cesar Lombroso, Alienist. In Hebrew as well as in Sanskrit the luna- “AA tic is synonymous with the prophet. The }] lunatic, again, among barbarous people, is 41 | feared and adored by masses, who often con- 4 fide to him supreme authority. In modern times the same conviction has been pre- served. Not only is fame denied to men of Y genius during their lives, but even the means = of subsistence. After death they receive monuments and rhetoric by way of compensation. The reason is that if we leave out certain great statesmen THE LITTLE BOY’S DRUM. All day long he beat the drum And marched with steady tread, Till twilight fell, and mother’s voice Had called him off to bed; Then he laid it down with a tender kiss, And a shake of his golden head ; “I'll teep my drum and go to war ’En I dets big,” he said. He loved to watch the shadows creep Across the silent hill; ‘ He dreamed that they were soldiers brave Who came to fight and kill; And loud he clapped his chubby hands When in the sun they died; “I won't be ‘fwaid to fight and die ’En I dets big,” he cried. Alas, for us! we blamed the child Because he made such noise; We wondered why he chose his drum From all the other toys— So once at night, when the little boy Had answered mother’s “Come!” We searched among his treasures rare, And hid away his drum. When morning came, the big brown eyes Were bright with fever’s pain— Outside no shadow soldiers played, The day was dull with rain; A silence lay upon the house, Unbroken by the drum; At night there were no marching feet To answer mother’s “Come!” ‘There came a day, In after years, When the little boy was dead, That we took the drum from its hiding place, And not a word was said; But silently, and tearfully, We breathed a childish prayer, Then laid it away with a tender kiss, And a curl of golden hair. —H. Graham Du Bois. WON BY HIS ORATORY eee ah! rah! rah! Three cheers for gee R Merrifield! Tiger!” Thus the tell cheers rang out on the calm night daug air, for the strenuous citizens of Vale- \isag green were passing through an exciting | most political campaign. Factional disagree- In ment in the dominant party had pre-| phys sented to the minority a rare opportu- | the \ nity for suecess. And opportunity nev-| was er knocks too softly at the politicians’ | view doors—sometimes they think It ts op-| field, portunity when it 1s only the political | ly of embalmer, Vale; But the face of Merrifield, the gray- | napit haired, silk-tiled chairman of the mi- wi nority party—whose barouche had the | with right of line in the parade now tri-| calle umphantly wending !ts way prepara-ja dis tory to the beginning of a rally—did}*> h en te en eee pie =e ee re eee Bas fa. ya PaeN Me? en / not ight up with that beaming appre- elation that is the wont—nay the pre- requisite—of our political leaders. Neither did the face of James Lacey, the broad-shouldered young man who also occupied a seat In the barouche of honor, And thereby hangs our tale. It was but a decade and a half pre- vious to the beginning of our narra- tive that Lacey had graduated from the Valegreen academy, but alas! not with valedictorian honors—as natu- rally a hero should, but, as his broad shoulders would indicate, magna cum laude in athletics. During Lacey’s matriculation at the academy, at that overworked psychol- ogical moment, he became Interested §n one of the most enthusiastic rooters of the gentler sex, who had often spurred the Valegreen team on to vic- tory. This fascinating young lady was 4 \ \ NPS 254 Ni ry. aga aa ey To ae > a b SA) hs a ae) ‘ais Be ee SES wy y cS | 7S \$ Ny toe FIRST SIGNS OF GENUINE ENTHUSIASM. no other than Alice, the daughter of Richard Merrifield, though not until after Lacey’s graduation did it become manifest to Alice’s father that the seed of interest had brought forth the fruit of love. And then the city chairman lost no time in indicating his feelings in the matter, for he had a deep-rooted dis- like for what he termed “modern B. A. graduates—not bachelors of arts, but bachelors of athletics.” Briefly and emphatically he informed Lacey that his attentions to Alice were disagreeable; and not only to him but to the recipient also. Now Merrifield did not intentionally tell an untruth when he said his daughter considered Lacey’s attentions ‘ilsagreeable. But he did interpret most wrongly an ambiguous remark. In proportion as men are strong In physical trials, so are they weak in the ‘adverities of love; wherefore it was that James Lacey, after hig inter- view with the father of Alice Merri- field, was utterly downcast and firm- ly of the opinion that the fair city of Valegreen was the most disagreeable habitat of civilization. Within a week after his interview with Merrifield, “Jim”—as his friends -ealled him—had taken up his abode in 2 distant city of the State. And there “had prospered. And not only had recognized ag real by the masses and which alone are useful in social affairs. Good sense travels on the well worn paths; genius, never. And that Is why the crowd, not altogether without reason, is so ready to treat great men as lunatics. It has again been objected to me that my studies of genius are deficient in utility. To this I might reply with Taine that it is not always necessary that the true should be useful. Yet numerous practical applications arise out of these researches; they furnish us with ex- planations of those strange religious insanities which become the nuc!eus of historical events. SOLUTION OF THE IMMIGRATION PROBLEM. By Andrew Carnegie. Our conntry has more than one serious VA problem, but immigration is not among them. We have solved the question in the present by f} the somewhat too drastic law that we have Wf \enacted. It is not a problem for us. It is the problem for the poor, unfortunate coun- tries from which we are draining the best \ blood. ¥ » Now, I hold that the prime test and the only test we should exact is this: Has a man the ambition to enjoy the rights of an American citizen and has he the habits of sobriety and frugality to save the sum necessary for him to reach this port? And is he skillful enough to earn that surplus? I want no better testimony than that. If I owned America and was running {it as a business operation, I would not only look for that man, but I would give every man of that kind a premium to come here and consider it the best bargain I had ever made in my life. Taking the value of a man, woman or child in this republic as low as a slave, and that was an average of about $1,000 fifty years ago, and we are getting 400,000 a year. That means $400,000,000 cash value. Furthermore, every man who comes here is a con- sumer, and 90 per cent of all the earnings of even the most saving goes to employ other labor of some kind. It is not purity of blood we want, it {s the mingling of different bloods that makes the American. FALLING AWAY OF ATTENDANCE AT CHURCH. By Rabbi Charles Fleischer. The signs, the symptoms are on every hand—the falling away of attendance at pub- lie worship; the freedom of criticism of old faiths; the indifference of the working class- es; the feminizing of congregations; the mul- tiplication of sects; the toleration of a double standard of living, the last probably the most Iimport- ant symptom of all. Among persons of average intelligence there ts sure- ly an indifference to the claims of religion, except per- haps on state occasions. They are willing that the church should officlate at weddings and funerals fn order that due formality and propriety be observed. But the daily conversation of the average American is untouched by religious conviction and shows his thought on the fundamentals of life to be totally differ- ent from the church. When he wishes to quote relig- fous thought he uses the language of the churches as though he were speaking a forelgn tongue. How much more glibly come the phrases of the stock market, the sporting world, the artistic circles! The yocabulary of the churches is like a dead language to him, one that he will use 1s sparingly as quotations from the classics, fi By Andrew Carnegie he succeeded in business, but also had earned quite a reputation as a public speaker. Owing to this reputation and an un- foreseen emergency, it was that Jim was designated by the State chairman to be the orator of the evening at the Valegreen rally. This fact was both surprising and discouraging to Merrifield, for he held but a poor opinion of the young man’s ability. Is it any wonder that the fireworks music and cheers failed to enliven the city chairman and his guest? The rally was late in starting, but the immense crowd took the delay with unusual good nature. The chair- man as he entered the hall felt that a golden opportunity was lost, but had succeeded in hiding his chagrin. Lacey, on taking his seat on the platform, gazed over the audience and his eyes met those of one in the gal- lery. Eyes of blue that had filled the hopeful fancy of his youth and the sweetly, sad, retrospective thoughts of later years. Yes, they were In the gal- lery! And, what is more, they did not look cold or repelling; no, but sweet and invitingly smiling, and they seem- ed to send a message of recognition and solicitude! For Alice's father had told her of his interpretation of her am- biguous remark, and she understood Jim’s silence and absence. After that inspiration Lacey felt en- couraged and stimulated to do his best. As on the football field, when the game looked dark, those same eyes had often inearnated within him an fnvincible strength and courage, so did they af- fect him now. The game looked dark ; the speakers so far had developed but little enthust- asm and the rally was falling flat. The second speaker of the evening had just sit down to the accompani- ment of the faintest, perfunctory ap- plause, when Merrifield, !n a short, gracious, though somewhat insincere, speech, introduced James Lacey. As Lacey, with the grace of a nat- ural orator, stepped to the front of the platform, the first signs of any genu- ine enthusiasm showed itself; for the former football captain, clear, logical, witty, interspersed with apt and hu- morous stories by way of concrete {l- Justration, oratorical, and over and above all surcharged with a subtle magnetism, innate of him, he awoke the audience from its lethargy. From one of dull inattention, he changed the audience to one of enthusiastic. appre- ciation and sympathy, The rally was a success and Lacey was the cause of it. &: The next day Jim is showered with telegrams and letters of congratula- tion, The papers of the minority, in loud and entwslastic notes, sing his praises; the papers of the opposition, though admitting the fallacy of his premises, cannot deny a meed of praise to his ability as an orator. But for all these felicitous com- ments he cared but little as compared with a letter received in the morning's first mail. The letter reads thus: James Lacey—Dear Sir: My daugh- ter and I would be greatly pleased if you would honor our house by attend- ing dinner on the evening of the 30th. Yours most cordially, RICHARD MERRIFIBLD. P. S.—Accept my sincere congratu- lations for your most able speech of last night. R. M. —Milwaukee Wisconsin. CARE SPINSTERS AND WIDOWS. Funds for that Purpose in a Massa- chusetts Town. A veritable “old maids’ paradise” !s located in Scituate. That ancient South Shore town bears the distinction of pos- sessing a fund of which the proceeds are devoted to the care of dependent maiden women. So far as the Scituate selectimen know, there is not a life fund under the supervision of a town anywhere in the State. More than a quarter of a century ago Miss Bliza Tees de- cided that women approaching the sere and yellow leaf of life, who had, like herself, remained single from choice or otherwise, should be provided for when they became dependent wholly upon themselves. The idea of an old folks’ home in Scituate was at that time en- tirely out of the question. Miss Jenkins straightway did the next best thing and left a fund of $3,000, the interest of which is yearly distributed among .the worthy maldens of the town. The Jenkins fund has always been in charge of the selectmen, In the last ear years they have placed about $20 each in the hands of half a dozen per- ‘sons. This odd fund has benefited per- sons in Scituate for so many years that the townspeople have come to regard it as a yery common Institution; it is available only for native born women, and this is about the only restriction its donor made, Many a person has been helped In the last twenty-five years to pay off a mortgage, buy fuel for the winter months or purchase seeds for the spring planting through this fund. The se- lectmen know pretty nearly every one in the town, and it is comparatively easy for them to discriminate between the worthy and unworthy. ¥ Soon after Miss Jenkins thoughtfully provided for the “old maids,” another maiden woman, Miss Lucy Thomas, originated the idea of a similar fund for widows. She left $1,000, also un- der the care of the selectmen, for na- tive born widows. Interest has been drawn from this fund nearly as many years as from the Jenkins fund.—Bos- ton Globe. Wishing in Motor Boats. Automobile fishing boats are plying the brine off Great Britain. Compe- tition among the fishermen on the east coast of England and Scotland has resulted in a motor fishing boat of eighty tons displacement, 75 feet long, 22 feet wide, and fitted with a gaso- line engine of twenty-four horsepower running 300 revolutions per minute. The engine, which 1s used only when winds are adverse or lacking, can give the craft a speed of five miles per hour. It does not interfere with either the storage of fish or the man- ipulation of sails, and replaces in its welght merely the extent that the bal- last previously carried. The idea is to allow individual crews to get their eatch to market as soon as do the present fleets of “drifters,” who em- ploy a steam craft to collect fish from each member of the fleet in turn. The entire catch is then hurried to port, while the fishermen remain on the ground and continue their work. If the pioneer boat fulfills its anticipated destiny a number of similar craft are expected to be built. Reasonable Assumption. ‘The investigating committee had found that the life preservers were stuffed with breakfast food instead of cork. “How do you explain this?” the manufacturer was asked, “Why,” he sald, “it’s just as good as cork until it gets soaked, and we— —er—figure that some sort of relief ought to arrive by that time.—Chi- cago Tribune. Sad Lot of the Hinda Woman. The Hindu holy books forbid a wom- an to see dancing, hear music, wear jewels, blacken her eyebrows, eat dainty food, sit at a window, or view herself in a mirror during the absence of her husband; and allows him to di- yoree her if she has no sons, injures his property, scolds him, quarrels with another woman, or presumes to eat be- fore he has finished his meal. Wise Girl. “So she married that awful Jack Rounder? Why, didnt’ she know that he had been blackballed by every club in town?” “Yes—that’s why she took him. She thought there’d be some chance of keeping him at home evenings.”— Cleveland Leader, It’s Swinging. “What is the most prominent club in Washington, now?” “[’m not quite sure, but I rather think it Is the Big Stick.”—Baltimore American, Modern Philosophy. “Did he lose his money?” _ “No; only his reputation.” “Ah, well, that’s not so bad—he can eae that back !”—Detroit Free Press, WARNING TO HOUSEWIVES. Do Not Sweep Too Much—Broom Causes Serious Malady. eee er ee In the experience of a Pasadena (Ca! woman who is confined to her bed with a strange and serious malady there is a warning for housewives who go to ex- tremes in the matter of keeping their homes in order. This woman, perhaps, is the most industrious broom wielder in Pasadena. From early morning untii late at night she has made it her busi- ness as well as pleasure to fight dirt. She is called “pizen clean” by her neigh- bors. Several days ago, while she was sweeping her front room, she fainted. Fortunately there was someone close at hand to give her attention. She was re- vived, but promptly fainted again, and repeated the performance several times. Then a physician was summoned. At first he was greatly puzzled and con- fessed that her symptoms were unlike any he had ever observed before. It took a careful examination to disclose finally the fact that the patient’s heart has been displaced by her persistent la- bors with the broom. When sweeping it has been her habit to press the handle of the implement closely to her side in order that she might exert greater pres- sure on it. —-—_——— TERRIBLE SCALY ECZEMA. Eruptions Appeared on Chest, and Face and Neck Were All Broken Out—Cured by Cuticura. “I had an eruption appear on my chest and body and extend upwards and downwards, so that my neck and face were all broken out; al8o my arms and the lower limbs as far as the knees. I at first thought It was prick- ly heat. But soon scales or crusts formed where the breaking out was. Instead of going to a physician, I pur- chased a complete treatment of the Cuticura Remedies, in which I had great faith, and all was satisfactory. A year or two later the eruption ap- peared again, only a little lower; but before it had time to spread I pro- cured another supply of the Cuticura Remedies, and continued their use un- til the cure was complete. It is now five years since the last attack, and have not seen any signs of a return. I have more faith In Cuticura Reme- dies for skin diseases than anything I know of. Emma E. Wilson, Liscomb, Iowa, Oct. 1, 1905.” are Fields, a Cherokee Indian living in Indian Territory, has been mar- ried three times, is the father of thirty- six children, twenty-six of whom are now living. He is 60 years old. He has the largest family in the Cherokee na- tion. nechceiceliemetiereire ate gu er dt ene Ite , Bil ae truding Drugglite are authe to refund money if PAZO OINTMENT falls to cure in 6 te 1¢ fiays. 50c. —————_-—___—_ —Emil Zerkowitz bas written a book dealing with American commerce from the Hungarian point of view. He trav- eled 16,000 miles collecting data. i, Trust to Nature. A great many geod sao both men and women, are thin, Pale and puny, with ace circulation, beca' they have ill- ted their stomachs by hasty eating or too much eating, by consuming alco- holic beverages, or ‘by too close confine- ment to home, office or factory, and in consequence the stomach must be treated in @ natural way before they can rectify their peta nt cine muscles in many suc ple, in fact in every weary, thin and thin-biooded peseon do thelr work with great difficu! ae As a result fatigue comes ear'y, is extreme and lasts Jong. The demail for nutritive aid is shead of the Seppiz- To insure perfect health over tissue, Eanes nerve and muscle should take trom the blood cer- tain materials and return to it cutis others. It is necessary to prepare he stomach for the work of taking up from the food what is necessary to make good, rich, red blood. We must go ae earete for the remedy. There were in roots known to the ee of this country before the Moos of the whites which later came to the knowledge of the settlers and which are now govies roy in professional favor for the cure of obstinate stomach and liver troubles. dale fa thele cleansing and invigorating in in their cl and invigoratin; Sheet upon the stomach, liver an. blood. These are: Golden Seal root, Queen's root, Stone reot, Bloodroot, Mandrake root. 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She did not bid me go, or stay. I met the guard below the gate, And with her name behind my lips, Rode out to meet a kinder fate. They brought me back at set of sun, Upborne upon a couch of spears, And-laid me at her careless feet— I heard her laughter change to tears. I saw her stoop and touch the blade That held her honor still so bright; While through the door of Death my soul Went singing out beyond the night. —Lloyd Roberts in Everybody's Magazine. HER REMEDY. Mrs. Wales was disturbed. "To think!" she cried to herself. "To think that after twenty-five years of married life Robert should become infatuated by a young girl with a pretty face. Oh, how can I bear it? And what shall I do?" Mrs. Wales was not a jealous woman and she was not given to tearful moods, but now she wept. To be sure, there had as yet been only trifling signs of his liking for Wilhelmina Campbell—smiling glance, a stopping at the gate for a few minutes' chat, the invariable glance at her house as he passed by every day, and once or twice a bestowal of flowers and candy, and, more than all, a new-found liking for Wilhelmina's father. Trifling things, these, but unmistakable signs of the trend of his thoughts. "If we had only had daughters, I'm sure he never would have been so silly," Mrs. Wales sobbed," but the children were all boys, and now they are away at college and he hasn't any young people to take up his mind." Mrs. Wales wiped her eyes and began carefully to study the situation. At length a smile crossed her face, and she went about her work briskly and even cheerfully. That afternoon she went across the street and made a long call on Mrs. Campbell. As she took her leave she held Mrs. Campbell's hands a moment. "I want to ask a favor of you," she said. "Robert and I are rather lonesome, now the boys are away, and the house seems so empty without any young people about. So I want to borrow your girls, Wilhelmina and Edith. It will be a great kindness to us, and I think we can make them have a good time." "Well, I'm sure you are very kind. I know the girls would like to come, and I'll send them over." "Thank you so much," said Mrs. Wales, warmly. "Let them come over tomorrow afternoon." So it happened that when Mr. Wales came home the next night he was amazed to see the Campbell girls there. He exerted himself to make them enjoy their stay and when it came time for them to go home he escorted them across the street and stopped to chat with their father. "Very charming girls," he said, when he came back. "Yes" responded Mrs. Wales A week went by in this way, the Campbell girls taking tea nearly every evening with Mr. and Mrs. Wales. Then Edith was called away on a visit and Wilhelmina came alone. Mrs. Wales watched her husband closely, but thus far there were no encouraging signs. He was invariably delighted to see Wilhelmina and took great pains to be agreeable to her. Usually, when he returned from his day's work, Mrs. Wales and the young girl were walking about arm in arm, waiting for him to come. Her attitude toward the girl had undergone a change. At first she was critical and contemptuous, but now all that was changed. She noted how Wilhelmina seemed to be unaffectedly pleased by the attentions of Mr. Wales, but at the same time she was unconscious of any meaning to them. It was simply that he was very agreeable and liked to talk with her. "She is really a very dear girl." Mrs. Wales said to her husband one evening, with perfect candor. "She is young yet and immature, of course, and she has much to learn, but she is very true and sweet and I love her very much indeed. Do you know, dear," she went on, "I may be foolish, and I wouldn't do anything to force things, of course, but I hope that when the boys come home for vacation they will like the Campbell girls. It seems to me that Wilhelmina would be just the wife for Edward. I have always rather dreaded the time when the boys should fall in love, but I should be perfectly satisfied with Wilhelmina for a daughter-in-law." Mr. Wales was reading the paper, and he frowned at one spot in it for some time. "Don't try to hurry things, mother," he said a little gruffly. "The cubs are young yet." After that night he developed a certain irritability. He was courteous to the girls, for Edith had come home by this time, but he did not exert himself to amuse them as he had done and he took to burying himself in the newspaper after tea, and letting his wife escort the girls across the street to their home. On one of these occasions he seemed unusually irritable when she came back. "I don't want to find fault with the food when there is company," he began, "but what on earth has got into your cooking lately? That pudding last night was rank and the salad the other evening wasn't fit for pigs to eat, and as for the sponge cake tonight, well, if you've forgotten how to make it I should think you'd better go to cooking school and learn over again." Mrs. Wales' heart leaped for joy. 'My dear," she said, "Wilhelmina made those things. She is learning to cook, and she is very proud of her efforts, poor child." "You'd better take her in hand before you marry her to Edward, if you don't want him to die of dyspepsia," snapped Mr. Wales. "Oh, she does very well for a beginner. You want to remember that I've had twenty-five years' experience and she has had none." Mr. Wales was silent for some time, then he said in a hard voice: "Is it absolutely necessary for you to have those girls here every day? I've put-up with it for some time without complaint because I knew you were lonesome without the boys, but aren't there other folks you can call in? I get sick of the same thing over and over. If you've got to have them every day can't they come to dinner when I'm away?" Her eyes filled with sudden tears— tears of gratitude. Mr. Wales looked up. then cast aside his paper and came over to her. "Forgive me," he said gently. "I've been a perfect brute, but don't you see, dear, that I miss you when they are here? I like to be alone with you and talk things over once in a while." He drew her gently up and she put her arms about his neck and sobbed a little on his shoulder. "There, there," he said soothingly. "Forget how cross I've been—and say! I've got tickets for the play tomorrow night. I knew you had wanted to see 'The Merchant of Venice' for a long time. You come in town early and we'll have a little dinner together and a good, old-fashioned time."—Cleveland Leader. ROUGH LIFE ON TURPEDO BOATS. Crew Suffers Much in Hot, Cramped Quarters in a Heavy Sea. Each of the torpedo craft carries a crew of from sixty to seventy men, and when one considers the size of the space in which it is necessary for these men to move about in operating the powerful yet intricate machinery, and find sleeping space and, one must marvel at the life aboard a vessel of this class. To live in quarters the size of an ordinary dry goods box is not the life that the everyday American cares to essay. To endure such life for hours at a stretch, without sleep or food, and to stand exposed in all climates—such is life aboard a torpedo craft for officers and men alike. There is no discrimination; that is why one sees beardless faces and slender figures behind the conning towers when these long, three and four stacked fliers run into port for coal and water at frequent intervals, which is necessary on account of their limited space for carrying these necessities. In the comparatively smooth waters of this harbor the torpedo boats look very much like the motor racers in disguise, but they are far from being the pleasure craft that the auto boats are, and they go where the helmsman of a motorboat would not dare to venture. The ocean is the place to see the torpedo boat under way, and then life on board the craft can be seen in its true light. Sticking their bows into the long, green swells, the spray flying above the signal staffs forward and the solid green water washing the low decks continually, is but one picture of life on the rolling deep in a mere shell of a boat. In the harbor and when at sea in fair weather the torpedo boats run with the hatches open, to commanding officer stands on watch clear of the forward conning tower, and the crew lounge on deck, but when the little craft begins to roll and plunge in the seaway the hatches are closed, and, barring the stumpy smokestacks, the vessels resemble baby whales at play. It is then that the crew suffers most while at sea. All must remain below decks or place themselves in jeopardy. To venture above while the vessel is plunging about the sea with decks awash would be extremely hazardous. Sometimes the Japanese steward will essay to climb along the deck from the stern to the forward hatch with a smoking dish clasped tightly in his hands. He is in a race with the seas. If he reaches his destination forward he is lucky. If the seas get there first the fishes get the food. In the event of the seas overtaking him, then he has to scramble back to the galley and await another chance. This is an amusing incident of life aboard, to watch the steward essay the trip in rough weather. Intense heat prevails below decks when the craft is under way with hatches closed, and the humidity is one of the inconveniences to which the crew of a torpedo boat is subjected, and is one of the most objectionable features of life aboard the torpedo craft, as the heat is oppressive and fearful at times, with all four boilers under full draft and ponderous engines throbbing and pulsating at full speed of perhaps twenty-five to thirty knots.—Norfolk Landmark. A Violin Trick in Paris. Enjoying the cool of the evening in front of his sausages, a pork butcher of the Latin Quarter in Paris was spoken to by a piteous Italian boy with a violin. Mother and sister were supperless in their garret, and not a sou had the poor little musician made that day. If he left his violin as a pledge, would not the pork butcher let him have a string of sausages? The compassionate tradesman agreed at once, and the boy, handing over his instrument, went off with a plentiful supper. The next day a well-dressed man, happening to look in at the shop, saw the violin, examined it, and started back in surprise. Did the pork butcher know what a treasure he had? It was a Stradivarius worth any amount. Having heard the story of the Italian boy, the amateur proposed that the tradesman should buy the instrument. If he got it for 150f, it would be dirt cheap, and the amateur himself could sell it for him afterward for ten times that amount. The boy came to pay for his sausages and claim the violin. "Sell it!" he exclaimed, when asked by the pork butcher; "never, for it was his only treasure left him by his grandfather, to whose grandfather it had belonged before that." At last, however, having gone home to consult his mother, he agreed, and, embracing his beloved violin, with tears in his eyes, parted with it for £6. The supposed amateur never turned up. The pork butcher took the violin to a dealer, who pronounced it to be worth 2s, 11d.—London Telegraph. Where the Soil Is Rocky. Virginia, as everybody knows, is a state of wonderful and diversified agricultural wealth, but there are portions of it where the farms appear to be composed chiefly of rock, and the thin topdressing of soil requires frequent treatment with fertilizers in order to produce any kind of crop. As the result of a trade a man from Ohio came into possession of a store in a small town in one of the rockiest of these sections. His first proceeding was to take an inventory of the stock on hand. Much to his surprise, he found there was not a plow in the store. He immediately dispatched an order for a dozen plows to the nearest wholesale supply house, fifty or a hundred miles distant. The next day he "hitched up" and took a drive over the neighborhood, noting the general outlook and making inquiries among the residents. On returning to his store he sent this message to his wholesale house: "Cancel order for plows. Send me a ton of blasting powder."—Youth's Companion. The Wish of Mr. Levy In one of the crowded streets of an Eastern city there were many secondhand clothing stores owned by Jews. In front of one of the stores was sitting the owner, Mr. Levy, watching his rival, Rosencrook, across the street, who was doing a rushing business. Levy suffered all the pangs of a defeated rival and then from sheer exhaustion fell asleep. And he dreamed that an angel came down to him and said: "Levy, I was sent to grant you any wish, but under one condition; whatever you get, Rosencrook across the street will get double." This Levy didn't like, but after a short pause assented to the terms and said: "Whatever I get my rival, Rosencrook, gets double! Well, please make me blind in one eye."—Judge's Magazine of Fun. PUTNAM FADELESS DYES Color more goods brighter and faster colors than any other dye. One 10c package colors all fibers. They dye in cold water better than any other dye. You can dye any payment without rinsing apart. 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But about two years ago, when my son was realizing benefit from the use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, I thought there might possibly be some good in them for me. My trouble had then become so serious as to make it difficult for me to sleep. I often had to walk the floor in restlessness the whole night. After taking some six boxes the twitching disappeared and I ceased to use the remedy. I evidently stopped a little too soon for nervousness came back after a month or so and I used the pills again for a short time. Relief came at once and since I stopped using them the second time I have been free from any return of the twitchings or from any interference with my sleep." Dr. Williams' Pink Pills have cured the worst cases of bloodlessness, indigestion, influenza, headaches, lumbago, sciatica, neuralgia, nervousness, spinal weakness and the special ailments of girls and women. For further information, address the Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Schenectady, N. Y. A Sturdy Young Prince. Little Prince Edward of Wales is already showing a delightful sturdiness of character. He has a profound dislike for arithmetic, and shares the opinion of the bard who laid down the axiom, "Multiplication is vexation." Many times has the future king of England been "put in the corner" owing to this; and recently, when he saw the hated preparation of slates and arithmetic books being made to start the day's lessons, he arose from the table with a sigh for the impending inevitable catastrophe, and said quietly to his tutor: "I don't think I'll do 'rithmetic today; I think I'll go into the corner again instead, if you don't mind;" and marched away like a soldier under arrest leaving a very bewildered tutor in the rear. Merchants' Excursions to Milwaukee Merchants' Excursions to Milwaukee Under the auspices of the Milwaukee Association of Jobbers and Manufacturers. One and one-fifth fare for the round trip. Tickets on sale for first meeting, February 17 to 24, good to return until March 6. For second meeting, March 3 to 10, good to return until March 20. For third meeting, March 17 to 24, good to return until April 3. Ask your ticket agent for particulars. It will pay you to trade in Milwaukee. "Prince Rupert" New City. Prince Rupert will be the name of the city that will be built at the terminus of the Grand Trunk and Pacific railway on the Canadian Pacific coast. In a prize competition on the name, Miss Eleanor M. Macdonald, Winnipeg, was winner out of 12,000 competitors. She obtains a prize of $250. Port Rupert was a close second. Prince Rupert is in honor of the explorer of that name. You Can Get Allen's Foot-Ease FREEL. Write to-day to Allen S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y., for a FREE sample of Allen's Foot-Ease, a powder to shake into your shoes. It cures tired, sweating, hot, swollen, aching feet. It makes new or tight shoes easy. A certain cure for Corns and Bunlons. All Druggists and Shoe stores sell it. 25c. Pronounced Dead, but Lives. Though a physician of El Paso pronounced her dead and the coroner rendered a verdict of suicide, Ester Cordosa, aged 26 years, is still alive, with a promise of recovery. The young woman swallowed an ounce of carbolic acid at her home, and was apparently dead when the physician arrived. There is more Catarrch in this section of the country than all other diseases put together, and until the last few years was supposed to be incurable. For a great many years doctors pronounced it a local disease and prescribed local remedies, and by constantly falling to cure with local treatment, pronounced it incurable. Science has proven catarrh to be a constitutional disease and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is the only constitutional cure on the market. tI is taken internally in doses from 10 drops to a teaspoonful. 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The public may rely on this product of imitrane. Sold only in busi Dog's Life for Master. A faithful shepherd dog gave its life in a vain effort to save its master, Ernest Mayberry, from death in Rock river, at Sterling, Ill. When Mayberry fell into the icy water the dog plunged after him, but was unable, on account of the boy's frantic struggles, to pull him to shore. When the bodies were recovered a short time later the boy's arms were clasped about the dog's neck. To Color Woolen Goods Black An old and reliable way to color black is to thoroughly dissolve 4 ozs. of extract of logwood in three gallons of warm water; add 2 ozs. blue vitriol and 1 oz. copperas. Wet the goods well, then put into the dye and let simmer, stirring often, until dark enough. Wash two or three times in a strong suds of Ivory Soap. Rinse and press while damp. English and French Submarines Great Britain is leading the way in building submersibles for attack, and from this point of view it is doubtful whether France is ahead of England, and still more doubtful whether she will be ahead a little later on.—Paris Temps. TO CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY Take LAXATIVE BROMO Quinline Tablets. Druggists refund money if it falls to cure. E. W. Grove's signature is on each box. 25c. —The Czar's eldest daughter has one of the finest collections of penny toys in the world, which have been sent to her from Paris, London and Berlin. Strawberry Plants At 30 to 40 cents per 100. None better. Price list free. Geo. Jorgensen, Poy Sippi, Wis. —King Edward carefully preserves programmes of the proceedings in which he has taken part. Piso's Cure for Consumption always gives immediate relief in all throat troubles.—F. E. 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It is worth many times its cost to every owner of stock, and it's guaranteed to satisfy. In 50c and $1.00 cans, by druggists and dealers in medicine. Write for a free sample, to J. W. Cole & Co., Black River Falls. Wis. PRICE, 25 Cts TO. CURE THE GRIP IN ONE DAY ANTI-GRIPINE WAS NO GENERAL FOR HEADACHE ANTI-GRIPINE 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. Mayer "Western Lady" Shoes embody the latest and most approved styles for women. They are so perfectly designed that they fit every curve of the foot gracefully and with ease and comfort. Nothing better made no matter what you pay. Ask your dealer for Mayer Western Lady Shoes next time you need shoes and get the best wearing, dressiest and most comfortable shoes you ever wore. Any reliable shoe dealer will supply you. If not, write to us. 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For pamphlet "Twentieth Century Canada" and all information Apply for information to Superintendent of Immigration, Ottawa, Canada, or to T. O. Currie, Room 12, B. Caldwell Bock, Milwaukee, Wis., Authorized Government Agents. Please say where you saw this advertisement. MOTHER GRAY'S SWEET POWDERS FOR CHILDREN, A Certain One for Feverishness, Constipation, Heddage Stomach Troubles, Teething Disorders, and Destroy Worms. They Break up Golds in 24 hours. At all Druggists, Sota Sample mailed FREE Address. A. S. OLMSTED, Le Roy, N. Y. HELP WANTED California, the land of sunshine, has room for thousands of men and women from the over-crowded East. For reliable information regarding opportunities for employment, climate, etc. send $1. California Institute, box 1202, Los Angeles, Cal n writes: "One of my black on his side a few days since, be a scar and a spot of white a loss of at least fifty dollars agreeably surprised however, cent can of Cole's Veterinary to the Acre means a productive capacity in dollars of Over $16 Per Acre MOTHER GRAY'S SWEET POWDERS FOR CHILDREN, A Certain Care for Roverliness, Constipation, Headache, Stomach Troubles, Teething Disorders, and Destroy Worms. They Break up Colds in 24 hours. At all Druggists, 26 cta. Sample mailed FREE Address. A. S. OLMSTED, Le Roy, N. Y. The American Steam Laundry 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. 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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 MARKETING THE BOOMING CANNON RECITALS OF CAMP AND BATTLE INCIDENTS. Survivors of the Rebellion Relate Many Amusing and Startling Incidents of Marches, Camp Life, Foraging Experiences and Battle Scenes. "Speaking of privates and Major Generals," said the Sergeant, "there was the case of myself and General Thomas M. Anderson. The General enlisted as a private in the Guthrie Grays, or Sixth Ohio, in April, 1861. I enlisted about the same time in Colonel's Guthrie's First Kentucky. Anderson in less than a month was given a commission in the regular cavalry, later was transferred to the regular infantry, came out of the war a Captain, was a Colonel in 1898, was a Major General in the war of that year, and was retired as a Brigadier General of the regular army in 1901. "I, on the other hand, remained with my regiment to the end of the Civil War, carried a rifle for nearly four years, and was mustered out a sergeant; went into business at the close of the war and succeeded only fairly well. Nearly forty years after our muster in I met General Anderson at a reception here in Chicago and was hesitating about speaking of old times when the General took the matter in his own hands, saying: 'The Colonel tells me that you were in the old First Kentucky regiment. I remember it very well, and because I was in the Sixth Ohio, I watched your regiment through the war. Some of your officers came to the regular service, and through them I kept up my acquaintance. It warms my heart to meet any of the old boys.' "This was as unexpected as it was gratifying, and I felt very much at ease with my old acquaintance of the Sixth Ohio. The General made reference to his uncle, General Robert Anderson, by whose advice he went into the regular service. He said he remembered just how the First Kentucky looked when it was formed without uniforms or arms to receive Major Anderson when he came West. He said the Major was much touched when he was told that hundreds of Ohio men had enlisted in the Kentucky regiment in the belief that he was to have personal command of the brigade. I don't know how General Anderson would meet an enlisted man of any one of his regiments in the regular service, but I know that in meeting an enlisted man of the old volunteer army he left nothing to be desired." "That reminds me," said the Major, "of my meeting with a member of the Twenty-first Illinois in 1865 or 1866. We were crowding toward the stairway near which General Grant was standing, when the Illinois man said impatiently, 'Push ahead, man; I want to get a good look at the little cuss who beat our regiment into shape the first year of the war. He tamed us by marching us across the country and by disciplining every man who disobeyed orders. He was our Colonel then, and how we cussed him for his persistence in beating us into shape. Now, here he is the biggest man in the whole country and I want to tell him what I think of him." "I regarded my Illinois friend with some suspicion, but when we came to where Grant was standing with his hands in his pockets, while the people in four ranks filed by him, a little country girl passed under the rope stretched in front of the General, peered about in a sort of personal inspection for half a minute, then took one of the General's hands from the pocket kissed it in a caressing way, and put it back into the pocket with a satisfied, tender, reverent look on her face. The General looked down at her with a queer smile on his face and said quietly, 'Here, I will shake hands with you if I die for it. What is your name?' "Thirty thousand people, within seeing distance, yelled and cheered as they saw the General take the little girl's hand and lower his head to her face. In the midst of the cheering my Illinois friend leaned forward on the rope and, holding out his hand, said: 'Here, Sis, give me that hand.' The girl, bewildered, tried to obey orders, and as the Twenty-first man caught hold of the hand and the General flinched (it had been shaken 10,000 times that day), the private of the Twenty-first said, with a chuckle: 'That's all right, General. I will handle it as I would a sick baby. I belonged to your old regiment. You tled me like a mule to the end gate of a wagon. Another time I carried a rail, and I cussed you up and down in a whisper.' "The General looked annoyed and raised his eyes to those of General Wilcox, in command of the special guard. Wilcox was raising his hand as a signal of interference when the Illinoisan, still caressing the hand, said, with another chuckle: 'That's all right, General. You made a man of me, and I never went into a fight but what I thought of you and wanted to tell you that I was trying to be a good soldier. I came to tell you this today, and, by George, I have done it.' Grant's hand closed about the hand of the other, and he said: 'I am very glad you spoke to me. I am always glad to see the boys of the old regiment. Climb over.' And Private John crossed the rope and stood by the side of the Lieutenant Genera' as the thousands marched by."—Chicago Inter Ocean. It was in 1864, down in front of Grant's army, says a writer in the Grand Army Sentinel, and I was a mile or so outside of the Union pickets, having been out on a scout. In making my way back I had been followed pretty closely by a half dozen Confederates, and had eluded them by hiding in a thicket. After an hour's rest I was creeping along on hands and knees toward the nearest field fence, when the above command reached my ears, and a "reb" stepped into view from behind a large tree. "Yank, of course?" he querled, as he looked me over, holding his carbine ready for a shot. I nodded in the affirmative. "How are you heeled?" I had my navy revolver in my belt and I showed it to him. He threw down his carbine, drew a navy from his own belt, and, coming quite close to me, he said: "Yank, one of us has got to die! A week ago some of you'ns set the cabin afire and turned my poor old mother out in the fields to take sick and die. I swore on her grave to kill the first Yank I could draw bead on, and you're my meat." "Are you going to shoot a prisoner down in cold blood?" "That ain't Silas Curtis—not much. It's ten paces—one—two—three—fire. You shall have fair play." "You mean that we shall fight a duel?" "Sorter one. I expect you to shoot at me and miss, and I'll shoot at you and put a ball through your head. I'm no bushwhacker to shoot a man down without a show, but I'm dead certain to kill you all the same." We backed away from each other. The woods were fairly open, and when we had thirty feet between us there was no obstruction to deflect a bullet or annoy the eye. "All ready, Yank?" "Yes." "I'll be fair. You may do the counting. Good-bye to you, for I'm a dead shot." "One—two—three—fire." The two pistols made one report, but as the noise filled my ears I went down. I was bewildered—half unconscious—but realized that I was hurt. "Shoo, now, but I just raked his scalp!" I heard the man say, as he bent over me. "Say, Yank, we must have another shot. You cut powerful close to my ear, and maybe I dodged a bit. Come, fair play, ye know." I tried to rise up, but fell back, and at that moment two bushwhackers pushed out of the woods and came running up. I heard loud talking, oaths, threats and a bullet from a pistol tore through the cloth on my shoulder. Then I must have fainted, for the next thing I remember was of being carried on the man's back through the woods. When he felt me moving he laid me down and asked: "Say, Yank, how fur is it to your lines?" "About a mile from where we fought." "Straight north?" "Because those bushwhackers was bent on killing you, and, to see fair play, I had to plant 'em both. Reckon I hain't no more business in the Confederacy after this. Reckon Uncle Sam won't be any wuss on me nor Jeff Davis. Yank, kin ye hang to my neck?" "Yes." "All right. Keep this 'ere handkerchief sorter waving as a signal to the pickets and I'll carry ye safe as an ambulance." And, clinging to the neck of the man who had thirsted for my blood, I was soon inside the lines, and Silas was explaining to the pickets: "No, I hain't no deserter. I've been sorter driven in here because Sile Curtis will see fair play if it takes a leg." Limited Command. John Puryear, of Richmond, was one of Mosby's men in the eventful days when the woods and hills of northern Virginia made the picturesque background for some of the hottest encounters of the Civil War. Puryear was a mere stripling when the war began and put on his first long trousers as a wearer of the Confederate gray. Nevertheless, he fought like a vereran. He lacked a veteran's balance, for although fearless, he had not the slightest judgment, a fact which, says Mr. Munson, the author of "Mosby's Men," Mosby once recognized with considerable humor. All that Puryear knew about war was what he gathered in each mad rush through the ranks of the enemy, with his long black hair flying in the wind, and his revolver hot with action. He rode like a centaur, and no enemy ever existed that he would not engage, hand to hand, hip and thigh. After one of his most daring rushes Mosby said to him: "Puryear, I am going to make you a lieutenant for gallantry." Puryear swept his plumed hat in a bow that was royal in its grace. "But," continued Colonel Mosby, "I don't want you ever to command any of my men!" May Interest You. The use of perfumes is as old as civilization. Both ancient Assyrians and Persians twere familiar with them. Andrew Carnegie, observing his sixty-eighth birthday, announced that he has succeeded in giving away $138,000,000. DEDICATE NEW SCHOOL. DEDICATE NEW SCHOOL. FORMER PRINCIPALS, PUPILS AND TEACHERS OFFICIATE AT DELAVAN'S $60,000 INSTITUTE. OLD ONE WAS BURNED. DELAVAN, Wis., Feb. 22.—[Special.]—The new $60,000 school building was dedicated today by Edward Tilden, president of the Chicago board of education, who received his first and only schooling in this city. Besides Mr. Tilden, Maj. A. J. Cheyney, first principal of the school, T. C. Chamberlain, vice president of the University of Wisconsin, and E. Dewey of Chicago, C. W. Rittenberg of Whitewater, W. D. Parker of Madison, George Collie of Beloit, and C. L. Hutchinson of the state university will speak. Built by Milwaukee Firm. The corner stone of the new building, which replaces the one burned October 17, 1904, was laid May 30, 1905. It was opened to the students January 30, 1906. The General Construction company of Milwaukee erected it. The foundations are of Bedford limestone, the walls of red pressed brick, the trimmings gray stone, and the roof is of slate. The high school and seventh and eighth grades are on the second floor. The high school has a seating capacity of 200. It has seven recitation rooms, two laboratories, a laboratory lecture room, and a library with a capacity of 1800 volumes. School Houses All Grades. The lower floor is occupied by the kindergarten and the grades from the first to the sixth. In the basement are the manual training and domestic science rooms, boys' gymnasium, and playrooms. A new electric bell system is installed in the building. Small bells and clocks in each room are rung simultaneously by a central clock. Laboratory and Seating Practical One of the features of this complete building is the high school laboratory lecture room. The seats are arranged as they are in the clinic rooms of medical colleges—each tier of seats higher than the one before it. The teaching staff of the school consists of the following: sists of the following: I. B. Dvis, principal, German, Latin, physics; J. S. Miller, principal's assistant, history, political economy, physical geography; Miss Patterson, English; Miss Sumner, Latin, German, algebra; Miss Emery, science and mathematics; Miss Turner, eighth grade; Miss James, seventh grade; Miss Berry, sixth grade; Miss Decker, fifth grade; Mrs. Sharp, fourth grade; Miss Blanchard, third grade; Miss Topping, second grade; Miss Allen and Miss Kendrick, kindergarten; Miss Bachelle, music and drawing. Chicagoans Come on Special. A special car on the Milwaukee road brought the Chicago educators. Ellas Dewey, a full cousin of the admiral, and now of Irving Park, Chicago, was once principal of the Delavan school. The same institution graduated George L. Collie, now president of Beloit college. A teacher who once headed the Delavan schools led a company of rough riders with Roosevelt in the Spanish-American war, Col. Melvin Grigsby of Sloux Falls, S. D. MAY CAUSE A BIG SUIT. Kilbourn Dam Project Will Be Under Way in Thirty Days if Present Plans Are Carried Out. KILBOURN, Wis., Feb. 22.—Unless a legal fight is made to prevent it, first work on the construction of a fifteen-foot dam across the Wisconsin river here, just below the Dells, from which the Southern Wisconsin Power company expects to generate 7000-horsepower of electrical current, will begin within thirty days. The Southren Wisconsin Power company, recently incorporated with a capital stock of $1,500,000 and with P. L. Spooner, Magnus Swenson and J. C. Shubring of Madison as incorporators, has secured from the war department the right to put in a solid, lockless dam of fifteen feet in height, and is now prepared to make use of a charter granted to it by the Wisconsin Legislature of 1901 authorizing the construction of the dam. This same company has purchased the land, hotels and steamboats of the old Wisconsin Dells company, and has announced through Mr. Spooner that the plan is fully financed. Advocates of the proposition to develop the water power are enthusiastic in their support of the power company. The plan includes the building of an electric railway line to connect Devil's lake, near Baraboo, Mirror lake at Delton and the Wisconsin Dells and eventual connection with the Four lakes region by means of this line. Others oppose the erection of the dam. In a fifteen-foot dam they see the deseration of the one beauty spot which has made Wisconsin scenery famous. Headed by H. H. Bennett, a photographer, whose views first brought the Dells to the attention of tourists, they purpose, they say, to fight in the courts against the construction of the dam. TOBACCO GROWER MUST PAY Dealers Get Damages from Attempt to Await Better Market. JANESVILLE, Wis., Feb. 22.—In the action of Conway & Hubbell vs. Alfred Collins, to compel payment of damages for his non-delivery of tobacco which he was alleged to have been bound to turn over to them by reason of a contract made by Robert Cook, his tenant, with whom he raised the crop on shares, Judge Fifield handed down a decision holding that the contract was binding and the plaintiff buyers are entitled to damages amounting to $1\frac{1}{4}$ cents a pound—the difference between the $6\frac{1}{4}$ cent contract price and the quotation of 8 cents, representing what the leaf was worth to the buyers at the time it should have been delivered. The decision will have an important bearing on several scores of other cases. Many growers attempted to escape from fulfilling contracts made at a time when there was no prospect of an exceptionally keen demand. Kewaunee Man Falls into Slip While Loading Ferry. KEWAUNEE, Wis., Feb. 22.—[Special.]—Fred Whipple, a brakeman on the Kewaunee road, was killed this morning while assisting in loading an Ann Arbor carferry. The manner of his death is not certain, but it is supposed that he was struck by a car and then fell into the slip. His body was recovered soon after the accident. 10¢ a day Buys a Buck's Stove 10¢ a day BUCK'S SHOVES&RANGERS Just a Point It may not seem like much of a point, but it is 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. F.W.SCHNECK P.G.HINNERS. F.W.SCHNECK & CO. 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