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ATTITUDE OF THE FARMERS.
While not complaining and while freely and
Kladly acknowledging their great prosperity,
due In largo measure to the development of
manufacture, transportation and trade, farm
ers nevertheless believe that the margin be
tween the price paid to them and the price
paid by the consumers of their products Is
altogether too great and that this margin has
contributed much to aggregations of wealth
that are dangerous; hence farmers would not try to In
crease by large their profits by compelling the consumers
of farm products to pay more, but rather by lessening
the opportunity of an Increase by unfair means of the
health of those already too rich.
Farmers recognize that the value of their lands and
the profits of their business are largely due to the mar
kets created by manufacturer and the transportation pro
Tided by railways. But the fanner distinguishes between
the manufacture, transportation and sale of articles and
the work of corporations und Individuals that put their
attorneys and willing servants Into State Legislatures and
the National Congress, In executive offices and even on
the bench, not for the public, good, but to secuie advan
tages that are unfair In themselves and lu their results
dangerous to the musses.' Speaking largely, the remedy
we would propose for economic Injustice would not be
of Uie nature of special law or efforts In the way of arbi
trary hindrances to honest trade or arbitrary seizure of
the holdings of any class and n distribution to any In
jured class, but rather we would depend on the awaken
ing of such a national conscience and spirit as will com
pel Just laws and secure to every class its full rights In
pom. competition with nil.
MEN AND WOMEN BOOMERANG TARGETS.
By lilla Wheeler Wilcox,
How Idly we use llic phrase, "Cast thy bread
upon the waters ; fop thou shalt find It after
many days." Hut no truer words ever were
Inspired by the divine sources of all truth.
Whether your bread Is sweet or sour, whole
some or poisonous, it shall return to you
"after many clays." Thought is a boomerang.
It sometimes Is long in proving Itself to bo of
this reacting nature; but the greater the delay
the stronger will be Its for -e when the backward swing
begins.
Unless we find something eve ry day to be happy over,
we never shall be uble to enjoy fully any blessing which
may come to us. Contiumi discontent shapes the mlud
for unhnpplness, and no a mount of good luck can twist
it back Into harmonious proportions. The man who never
has learned the tension of contentment and happiness In
some degree In his hard days never will find It In his easy
ones. When lie undertakes to enjoy travel, society or
borne, be will find the only demon of unrest Is with him
his relentless boomerang.
There Is the disloyal thought, which many people, both
men and women, suffer from. They blame fate Instead
of their own minds for their bruises. The disloyal friend
or the faithless lover, sets currents In action which In
evitably must bring disaster iu time. I do not mean the
k LITTLE LESSON M PATRIOTISM. I
When In June, 177", General Bur
goyne started from Canada with 80,000
Splendidly equipped soldiers nud the
finest train of artil
lery that had ever
been seen in Amer
ica, It was confi
dently expected by
the British minis
try and the British
army that he would
experience no diffi
culty lu subjugating
the continental
army.
But General Phil-
fhilip BciiUYLER. jp Schuyler bad
been busy in felling the trees, obstruct
ing the fords and breaking down the
bridges In the country through which
Burgoyne must come. By the time Bur
goyne reached Fort Edward, he was
compelled to forage for food. The New
England militia cut him off from Can
ada. At the. battle of Bennington the
Americans under Stark bad defeated
film. Now nothing was left to him but
hard fighting. The genius of General
Schuyler bad hemmed In the British.
Just as victory for the Americans was
in sight General Schuyler was super
seded by General Gates. To Gates went
. the credit of the splendid victory of
Saratoga, Oct. 17, 1777.
It might have been expected that
General Schuyler, whose retirement
had been due to a mistake, rather a
blunder, on the part of the authorities
in charge, should feel the personal
chagrin so keenly that he would have
no more to do with the cause for which
he had fonght, but where his services
were unappreciated. On the contrary,
be devoted his best efforts to it and
was finaly rewarded with the vindica
tion and the honor he deserved.
GOOD ONLY TO RUN RACES.
Thoroughbred Horae Would De Vol
veleaa If There Were No Betting.
James Coylo got a party of sporting
men and race horse owners to guessing
a few nights ago. They were discuss
lug the thoroughbred and Incidentally
politic and betting. Mr. Coyle advanc
ed some original views as to what gives
the thoroughbred race horre Its value.
He set them all guessing by the state
ment that if betting on racetracks was
suddenly prohibited the race horse
would have no value whatever.
Tou believe that betting bas not all
to do with values of the race horse," bo
aid. "Why. if the right to bet on a
race was cat off that Is, If there was
no betting allowed there are horses In
all parts of the country, worth from
$30,000 upward, that would not be
worth 30 cents. You needn't look so
surprised, us continued. "What do
the people go to racetracks for? Is It
to see the raoes? Tbey can't see any
thing but a finish In moBt of them.
What crowds the race course at big
events? Do you believe It Is all love
for the horses? More than half of
those In attendance do not even see the
finish. They are there to lay down
bet
"Now, If they cannot bet will they
attend the races? And if they do not
attend what will become of the race
tracks? If there Is no racing what will
be the value of your high-priced run
ning horse? Ha cannot be uted for
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JoAn iff. Saft.
friend who outgrows the other, the lover who finds it
Impossible to continue loving. Those sad experiences
sometimes occur with the most loyal! Hut I refer to
those who repay trust with trickery, confidence with de
ceit, yet who cry out against cruel destiny when the
are forced to suffer from tho same qualities in others.
WOMEN'S EXTRAVAGANCE OFTEN MEN'S FAULT.
By Helen OldHeld.
mony. When once tho Initial expenses of the wedding
and house furnishing arc over, the cost of living ought
to be, and usually Is, less for a time than It will be there
after. Everything is new, and with ordinary care tbere
should be no outlay in replacing or repairing for some
lime to come.
Whatever a man's income, be It lnrgetor small, bis wife
has a moral right to a certain portion of it, upon which
she can depend, and this should be given to her regu
larly, without her being compelled to ask for It It Is a
humiliating position for any oue to be left without a dol
lar to pay an expressman; nay, worse, not to have the
small amount due on a letter delivered at the doorl The
average man dislikes exceedingly to be continually asked
for small amounts of money, but he rarely appreciates
how galling It is to his wife's pride, her self-respect, to be
obliged to make such requests. Let every man be honest
enough, and loving enough, to give his wife a fair Idea of
bis financial position-, and trust her to conduct herself
nccordlngly, nor leave her In Ignorance when serious
trouble is threatening to ingulf her as well as him.
SNOBBISHNESS
juuet v. strauss. ed a little clique of their own the
elect! I get disgusted with these smart people who can
find only a few appreciative friends, who call the people
around them "these people" and assume an air of bored
superiority.
I remember of hearing a little girl say once to a com
rade In the "elect" business: "It Is Just we, us and com
pany." Both of them tittered at this and looked (as only
females can look) at another little girl who wasn't "In"
we, us and company.
riding, driving cr hauling n wagon.
Well, if they can't race nor be used in
any other way what possible value
could they have? Cut off betting and
see what your big-priced racing horse
will bring." Cincinnati Enquirer.
LONDON'S NEW LORD MAYOR.
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SIB WILLIAM TIIKIX)AB.
Sir William P. Treloar, whose Inaug
uration as Lord Mayor of London was
marked by n pageant (symbolic of the
seven centuries of the city's growth. Is
much Interested In charity work. It is
expected . that his administration will
start some excellent movements to re
lievo the condition of tho poor. King
Edward sent his custohiury donation to
the little cripples' Christmas fund,
which Sir William founded, and ex
pressed his pleasure at Its flourishing
condition.
CLEANING THE FUNNEL
OF A FAST CRUISER.
The picture shows an operation which
goes on quite frequently on board ship,
especially In the navr. where It Is con
sidered the proper thing to keep the
men employed as much as possible. As
iidu as the eiDosed surfaces of a ves
sel are covered properly with paint It
is scraped on sua the process is re
peated. Thus It Is that Uncle Sam's
bill for white lead and linseed oil
amounts to a very large sum every
year.
From the vlewiioiut of a seuslble
person imitation Is the most disgust
ing form of flattery.
' Two-thiids of the so-called society
& mm m
I "400' are cipucrs.
Nothing can be more foolish than for a
young couple to start married life with a
grand splurge, spending the few hundreds or
so In the bank in unnecessary extravagances
which will do them no practical service when
the money Is gone. Even where there Is a
solid reserve fund available It is 111 advised to
draw upon it heavily, or even to abstain from
adding to It, If possible, at the outset of matri
AND "THE ELECT."
By Juliet V. Strauss.
There Is no snob so unutterable, so
disgusting and Intolerable as the In
tellectual snob. If he were really
bright he would know things and
among them he would know what
real "smartness" Is and that people
who have It never go blathering
around about "the elect." They Just
be It and say nothing about It
The Idea of calling those who have
succeeded in getting rid of their ob
ligations to their neighbors, and form-
I
TURTLES TURNED ON REFEREE,
Ther Resented Man's Interfering; Is
a Personal Quarrel.
Milton J. Vreeland, a farmer living
near Pine Brook, N. J., wns nearly
drowned In the Passaic Elver the
other day as the result of his acting
as referee In a fight between two snap
ping turtles, says the New York
World. Vreeland, who was in a canoe,
watched the bout for a minute or two
and then decided that It was time for
the combatants to break awny.
He paddled up to them, reached
over the side, caught them by the tails,
one In each hand, and swung them Into
the canoe one In tho bow, the other
In the stern of the frail craft. But
the turtles did not accept this decl
s'on. They wanted to fight on, and
being unable to get nt each other they
attacked the self-appointed referee.
The farmer had found It an easy
matter to catch hold of the turtles
tails when they were In tho water, but
It was impossible now with the cance
to keep on an even keel. He caught
up the paddle and with this managed
to beat off his assailants for a while.
but at last the canoe capsized. As It
did so one of the turtles dealt the
farmer a blow In the1 back just below
the belt. It clung to the place on the
trousers where It had snapped and
Vreelnnd found he could not swim.
He says himself he would have gone
to the bottom but for Shrank Jacobus,
who turned a bend in the river In a
canoe and toweu man and turtles
ashore.
Mr. Cleveland Scored Five,
The late William C. Whitney wanted
to do something out of the ordinary
when he gave his first cabinet dinner
as a member of President Cleveland's
cabinet He scoured tho markets of
Washington for delicacies. For fruit
he decided he would have peuchea.
It wns tho middle of February, and
there were no peaches In Washington.
He found a man ia New York who said
ho could get some, and Whitney or
dered a basket
The dinner was a great success. In
discussing it next day Judgo Lamar
said: "Those eaebes wore fine, Mr.
Whitney. Whore did yon get them?"
"In New York," Mr. Whitney said.
"A man there found thorn for me."
Teaches In February ore certainly
a great treat," continued Lamar. "If
It Is a fair question, bow much did
they cost?"
"They cost forty-eight dollars a
dozen," said Whitney.
"And did President Cleveland eat
any of them? He Is so fond of fruit."
"Did he eat any of them?" exploded
Whitney. "I thought he rather crowd
ed the mourners. Ho ate. five!" Sat
urday Evening Post
Beorlna; on the I'rearber.
The M Inlaid Tbere Is nothing can
equal tho dullness of that razor you
are using.
The Barbeir Well, I guess you would
see your mistake If you should try to
shave yourself with one of your sor.
mons. Philadelphia Record.
Great Preaa of Baalneaa.
Father Do you know, sir. that I act'
ually saw you embrace my daughter?
Suitor I beg your pardon, sir. The
truth is. I was so frightfully busy at
the time that I failed to notice you. 1
sincerely hope you will forgive me.
Le Sourlre.
There Is sometning wrong wlta
small boy who keeps hbi face clsaa.
TEACH ME THE TRUTH.
Teach me thf truth. Lord, though It put to flight
My cherished dreams and fondest fancy's play,
(lire me to know the darkness from the light,
The Sight from Day.
Teach me tho truth. Lord, though my heart mny break,
In casting out the falsehood for the true.
Help me to take my shattered life and make
Its actions new.
Teach mo the troth, Lord, though my feet may fear
The rocky path that open out to me.
Rough It may be. but let the way be clear
That leads to thee. '
Teach me the truth, Ixtrd, when false creeds decay.
When man-made dogmas vanish with the night.
Then, Lord, on the my darkened soul shall stay,
Thon Living Light
Mends Intelligencer.
After Many Years.
O I look nice, auntlcr The
speaker was standing bcrere a
full length mirror, her pretty
head twisted to one side to survey mul
titudinous flounce of white tulle over
pale bine silk, constituting the elabor
ate evening dress covering her slender,
graceful figure. Clusters of blue flow
era with snowy leaves ennght the dress
at the puffed oversklrt, formed a bou
quet de corsage, and were twisted In
the profusion of golden curls.
"You look very nice, my denr
Miss Delia Merriman bad taken a
long survey of the exquisite face be
fore sho spoke, and was satisfied with
tho appearance of her young and loyc
ly protege.
"Very nice," she repeated. "Ilortenie
bas fitted you perfectly, and the dress
is most becoming. Now, if yon will
get my Jewel case you may wear my
pearls."
"Thanks!" cried Elsie, carefully lift
ing the heavy casket and pntting it on
a table beside Miss Merriman. "I am
aorry you have such a cold! This will
be a splendid party, I know. Ah, aun
tie," she continued, opening a small
box In the Jewel-case, "I never saw
this!" -
She held up, as she spoke, a slender
chain, from which depended a gold
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"TOD ARB UORB THAN WELCOME.1
locket upon whose surface gleamed
one pearl of great beauty, pure and
large.
'Oh, how lovely!" Elsie cried, clasp
ing the chatn around her . slender
throat "May I wear It?"
Miss Merriman was moved, as the
locket was held up before her. Some
strong memory stirred her usnally pla
cid features, for the soft brown eyes
grew troubled, and her .lips quivered.
"Would you rather I took It off?"
Elsie asked gently.
"No, dear, you may wear It Put la
the solitaire pearl ear-rings. I hear
the carriage. Do not keep Mrs. Jame
son waiting."
"I wish you were going," Elsie said,
as Miss Merriman wrapped a warm
opera cloak over the delicate drees. "I
never feel half so happy at a party If
you are at home."
"Thank you, dear. Now run along."
So Elsie, already forgetting the lock
et and troubled face, kissed her so-
called aunt warmly and flittml away.
For Miss Delia Merriman, who had
inherited thirty thousand pounds from
a second cousin, greatly to her own
amazement, waa not Elsie Carman's
aunt Nineteen years before she had
closed the eyes of the girl's dead moth
er, lifted a week-old babe to her own
bosom, and taken her home. Not to
such luxuries as now surrounded her
not to ball dresses, pearls nnd gayety
but to a small room In a lodging bouse.
Here for twelve long years she had de
nied herself every luxury of life, many
comforts, to provide food for tho child,
to clothe her comfortably, and to send
her to school. She was but a ghi her
self, scarcely twenty In those days,
earning her bread by making artificial
flowers, and working curly nnd late to
keep the room tidy, cook tho simple
food nnd do the necessary sewing whsn
she was not working nt her trade.
But when wealth came suddenly and
unexpectedly, flooding Elsie's life with
sunshine, Miss Delia altered little from
her former self. True, she had leisure
time, could open her kind hands In
charity where before she had only
given her warm, tender sympathy ; but
as she had been In poverty, quiet, gen
tle, and even sad, so In prosperity the
same calm gravity lvsted on lip and
brow, the same deep sadness lurked In
the soft brown orbs.
Though but forty, her hair waa some
what streaked with gray, and prema
ture age was the fruit' of a toilful life
ana sorrowful ucart xet sue . was
lovely still, and goodness ever beamed
from ber sad, pitying glance.
After Elsie bad left ber she put aside
the Juwel-case, and sat musing before
the fire. She had made It one of her
duties to ber adopted child to accom
pany ber, after Introduction to society,
to all scenes of gayety. Bnt a severe
cold bad rendered exposure to the
night air an Imprudence on this, the
evening of Mrs. Walton's large party;
and Elsie had Joined the family of a
friend.
Memory was very busy in Delta Mer
rimun's heart as sho sat over the Are
during Elsie's absence so busy, that
he started as if from a dream when
the carriage rolled to the door as the
mantel clock chimed two.
There were words of parting, then
light steps on the stairs, and Elsie
came In, not as usual, full of bright
animation, but with nn earnestness of
purpose quite unusual to her.
"Did you have a pleasant evening.
dear?" Miss Delia asked.
"'es "o I don't know. Are you
very tired V
The last words were all of the dis
connected answer the girl seemed able
to give on necouut of her emotion.
"No, dear! Why Elsie, love, what Is
it" For she was looking troubled.
"I have a message for you, auntie."
"For me?"
"From a stranger who wns nt Mrs.
Walton's Mr. Carrlngton Ralph Car
rington." Delia Merrlmnn rose to her feet she
tried to speak, but the words woula not
come.
"Auntie." tho girl cried, terrified,
"don't look so don't"
"The message?" Miss Merriman
whispered.
"He told me to tell yon that the man
who killed Harry Gannon was Charles
Ralston, tho cashier of the Hope Bank,
who had confessed his guilt He said,
Tell Miss Merriman that to-morrow I
will see her.' Auntie," Elsie contin
ued, with urgent eutreaty, "what does
It mean? was not Harry Garman nyr
father?"
"Yes, child. It means." Miss Merri
man said solemnly, "that tho cross that
Tor twenty years lias lain on my life
has lifted to-night You shall know all,
Elsie, at once. I will not send you to
a sleepless bed, child, with your heart
so troubled. But give me a lew mo
ments to think of your tidings, and tell
me how this message cume to be en
trusted to you."
"Mrs. Walton came to mo lato In
the evening, nnd asked permission to
Introduce Mr. Carrlngton. I noticed a
stranger, who looked at mo very ear
nestly." ."A tall, handsome man, with curl
ing brown hair, and pleasant features,
wearing a full beard of waving goldou
brown?"
"No, a tall, grave man, with stern
features, smoothly shaven, with gray
ish hair."
"True! true! I had forgotten. Ho
must be 45."
"When he was introduced to me, he
touched tho locket upon my neck. 'Par
don me, he said, if I nm too curious;
but your name nnd that trinket are
connected with so much In my life that
venture to ask you something con
cerning them. Tho locket first Did
not some oue give It to you a lady?"
Ills looks were so eager, that 1 told
him the locket was yours. Then hd led
me on, little by little, until I told him
my whole life. He said be bad been
here two months seeking for you. He
did not look for a wealthy woman, but
one poor and solitary. Then I Inform
ed him how poor we had been; and
about your cousin, and how you had
lavished every good thing on me. And
then, auntie, ho whispered half to him
self that 1 bad no claim on .you. What
did he mean? Are you not my aunt?"
"No, dear, there is no tie of blood
between us. Your claim Is the claim
of love; for you have been tho one
comfort, the oun sunshine, of my lonely
life. Twenty years ago, Elsie, Ralph
Carrlngton gave me the locket you
have upon your neck, a gift of betroth
al, for we loved each other truly, nud
were engaged to be married. I was a
poor girl, making artificial flowers for
bread an orphan, too. lie wns assist
ant cashier of tho Hope Bank, where
jour father was night watchman, and
Charles Unlston was the head cashier.
Ralston wns in love with me, and pur
sued me with unwelcome attentions.
'One day, to rid hluiself of bis Ira-
;Krtuultlen, I told him I had promised
to marry Ralph. Ho left mo lu a rage.
Only oue week later tho bauk was en
tered nt nlght.your father shot through
the heart, and Ralph Carrlngton dis
covered lu the vault trying to revive
him. He was arrested and tried. He
told n story no oue credited, that
Charles I ta Ik ton had sent him from his
house to the bauk for pupers, after
keeping him busy there over tho, books
all the evening. But Ralston sworo
that he bad not been at home tint
evening, and proved It; that the keys
of the vault safe, found banging In tho
key-bole, were etoleu from his desk,
nud he had not sent bis clerk to tho
bank. So Ralph wns convicted and
sentenced. He escaped I Elsie. I had
saved fifty pounds for my wedding gar -
ments. I went to sec hlra In prison,
and, knowing he was Innocent I gave
blm the money to bribe the keeper of
bis cell. The man took It and Ralph
was tree. I have never known If he
lived or died until to-night.
"After be was gone, your mother was
taken ill. Before her marrlago she had
worked for the same establishment
where I was employed, and I knew her
well. The shock of ber husband's
death was too severe for her, and rbe
never rose from ber Led, though she
lived three months. When she died,
1 promised you should bs my charge,
and never know the shaflasr open yone
life until you were a woman."
Elsie was sobbing quietly, after lift
ing to her lips the geutlo hand that,
had given her all she bad ever expert
eneod of life's blessings
There was a long silence after Mia
Mprrlman ceased sneaking, and the
irrar dawn was creeping In at the win
clows when, softly kissing ber, Aunt
Delia told Elsie to go to rest
But for herself there waa no rest
Feverishly, with an agitation altogeth
er unlike her usual quiet, she waited
the coming of her lover who had fled
from his unjust sentence twenty yearn
before, but who was free now, and hla
innocenco known. The day waa young,
and Elsie was sleeping still, when he
came.
Delta was watting for him In the
drawing-room. There was no affecta
tion of youth In her sliver-gray silk,
and the square of black lace upon her
soft hair; but Instead of a brooch,
there fell upon the knot of ribbon at
her throat the pearl locket Ralph had
given his betrothed. She stood up to
greet the stern-faced man who ad
vanced to meet ber, trying to find
traces of her lover. Not until he smfled
tenderly did she recognize him.
Then, her own eyes dim with tears,
she said softly:
"You are more than welcome. I am
rejoiced the cloud Is lifted front your
life, Ralph!"
And he, holding tho trembling hand
fast In his strong ones, answered:
"I have found you at last I began
to fear you were dead, Delia. My little
love, my darling!" v
"Ralph," she said, the bright blush
rising to her faded cheeks, "you for
get wo are gray-haired, elderly peo
ple!" "I forget everything but that you are
here, that the bopo that has seemed a
dream of madness for twenty years Is
realized. I have been In California,
Delia, all these years, amassing wealth,
under another name, working for gold
to drown thought I have led a busy
life, but there has not been one hour
when I have not pictured such happi
ness as this. You are mine, Delia?
You will not send me from you? You
will bo my wife?" '
"If you wish It." she said softly, her
own fnlthful heart thrilling under the
sincerity of bis tone, "I have never
ceased to love you or to pray for you,
Ralph."
Society speculated upon the brief
courtship, for there wns a quiet wed
ding within a month, but nobody know
of tho painful past save Elsie, the
cherished child still of Ralph Carrlng
ton and hla wife. Waverloy.
FRAUDS IN LETTER BOXES.
I'oatnl Ofllrlala Seek in Protect the
Public from Swindler.
"The reason why iKMtuiastera In
large cities exercise core lu the rent
ing of letter boxes to patrous," said a
postofllco official to a Star reporter, "Is
because, unless the applicants are
known or Identified to the postmas
ters, they might rent boxes to persons
engnged In fraudulent occupations.
"The postoffiee department bas ac
complished great reforms wlthlu re
cent years toward the stamping out
of fraudulent concerns who use the
malls to reach their victims, but there
Is one abuse which has not yet been
reached, mainly for lack of suitable
legislation, and that Is the private let
ter box.
"Postmasters are required to cause
tho appllcunt for a box In the city post
office to certify over his signature that
the box shall not be used for the pro
motion of any fraudulent purpose or
In pursuance of an Illegal business.
They also require him to furnish bis
address, business In which he Is en
gaged, if any, as boxes are often rent
ed to persons not engnged In business
nud to women whose correspondence
Is large, and to give a reference. It
has not been found that this rule Is
oppressive or obnoxious to any person
who does not desire to use the box for
an Improper purpose, but It has been
found that It shuts out a great nmuy
persons who wished a box for illegiti
mate purposes.
"The private letter box should be
abolished and the attention of congress
ought to be called to Its abuse In largo
cities. It ts often Impossible to locate
persons engaged In conducting fraudu
lent and unlawful correspondence
through the malls. For a small sum
these Individuals can rent a box In
some store, usually a cigar or station
ery store, through which to receive let
ters addressed to them, instead of hav
ing them addressed and delivered to
thelc places of residence from the city
poBtotUce." Washington Star.
I. ant Kins; of an Ancient Line.
The Sultan of Brunei Is 83 years of
age at least so he told me. And while
ho stoops as he walks, be makes the
uppenrance rather of a temporary In
valid than of an old man. He seemed
pleased when I told hi in that he might
pass far CO; and Indeed ho might for
his face Is singularly free from wrin
kles. His expression of benevolence
suggests the late Leo XIII. bis smile
Is engaging, albeit tinged with sad
ness. ills house was ruling when the Ro
man empire had hardly ceased to crum
ble. His ancestors gave the law to a
vast eastern empire wbon Europe was
but a patchwork of barbarous chiefs,
and when, after centuries, Spanish and
Portuguese found their way to the
Spice Islauds they laid propitiating
gifts at the feet of the Borneo Sultan
as vassals, humbly Iiegglng the right
to live within his dominions.
Bruuel Is still the metropolis of na-
1 tin Ilnrneo Indeed, the name tinman
j g but tt corruption of Brunei yot few
; n)apg Bnow tlle existence of this empire,
tinrner's Magazine.
Authoritative.
"The finest bit of scenery In your
country, I understand." said the visitor
from London, "Is on the P. D. Q. rail
road." "Who. told you that?" demanded the
New-Yorker.
"No one; I gathered the Informa
tion myself from a little guidebook I
found In my hotel, don't y' know."
Philadelphia Press
Isn't It surprising that Jokers get
so few whippings?
Dear heart did we inwt 1 ; i
And walk and talk togihrr ...
t thiDk that It must have net a
If so, I wonder where or when.
Oft wben you blush or smile for in,
When yonr ryes droop bf fore my gaie
For one swift breath I soem to sea
Some dim, sweet scene from ct,tn'r dayaW
'
A fleam of gold on a stray trtn
Of hsir on which the son has shons
A loving touch, a soft care,
Or In yonr voice some minor tone
Brings back to me, like the sweet china
Of silver bells on summer air, ,
The memory of a by-gone time , ,
Of life and loving otherwhere. f '.;
I know that 1 have loved yon, dear,
E'er since I first began to be,
My heart had missed you many a year, J
Wben, at the last you cntno to me,
Aad then I knew that I had met
The one I sought, and by yonr side
I stay with . nothing to reirret
Because my son! is satisfied.
The Moonshiner.
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fV-p HE general opinion prevailing In
II the village and mountains that
TTknn Tv Irliurjwifl u?na a tuiftrlsiiia'
moonshiner, and got his money from
the proceeds of some carefully hidden'
distillery, where his abundant crop of
corn were converted Into Illicit Trhlxky,
while universal, "bad no positive ground
to go on, except that Dan was undoubt
edly a rich man, and no one knew how
he got his money. '
So rumor bad It that not only was
Dan captain and ringleader of a band1
of moonshiners, but that in Ms early;
days before he came to tho mountains:
swinging along the high rond one dny.i
whistling a marching tune, that be had
served his term In the penitentiary asi
well as the army, for breaking Into a
bank or burglarizing some rich man's
residence. The latter tale was started
by Bill Jones, a shifty eyed, lanky fel
low, owner of a prosperous country
store In the village, whose rancor
STRANG! JTTniLATlon IK BIS BTEKN FACTS.,
against Dan was due to a summary dls-,
missal from Dan's farmhouse, when his
visits to see Miriam, Dan's handsome
young daughter, a Blip ef a glri of 15, .
were resented by her father wltn fiery
indignation. . '
Dalton Fen wick fell Into the pleas-,
lng habit of loitering kway the morn-
Ing hours with Mlrlabn on the welt
shaded porch, while her elderly com
panion, Mrs. Carter, looked after cul
inary matters, ever dear to her heart;,
or In the afternoons ef those bright
summer days they would stroll through
the forest, ait on a rock at the foot of
Glen,' Birnle's falls aad discuss mat
ters, ethical, social and ethers, to the
Bound of tbe rush of the waters; or
they would drive to some distant ham
let lying In the heart sf a lonely valley,
coming back at nightfall wben tbe last .
glory of day bad fallen behind tbe un
dulating ranges and faint mists veiled
the peaks.
Tbere must have boea seme very spe
cial cause which absorbed aad occupied
Dan Klrkwood those days. His horse
would be saddled and brought to the
door, and after a 'hasty breakfast ho
would ride off, over the same trail
through tbe woods, coming back late In
the afternoon, Jaded, but with a strango
jubilation In bis stern face, although he
said nothing as to the cause of It or
tbe reason for bis continued absences.
That he rode far was evident from ,
tbe tired walk and drooptag neck of bis
sorrel when be got back, nor did he
visit his mill or farm, the young man
in charge of both coming nightly to
make bis report
Miriam was surprised, then vaguely
uneasy, but was too proudly devoted to
her father to have any doubts concern
lug blm or bis occupation, nor would
she ask any questions, as he did not
volunteer to explain.
"We are going on a grand expedition
to-morrow, dad. I wish you were not
so busy and could go with us," Miriam
said, placing a loving hand on her fath
er's shoulder.
"I wish I could, girlie. Where are
you goiug? I suppose Daltoa will be
along?"
'"Oh, yes. We' Intend to picnic In
Black Cave. Dear old Carter has got
ten up a famous lunch basket We will
drive there In tbe four-seated trap, and
Joe will come along to look after tbe
horses."
Black Cave, half way up Black
Mountain, is a 'singular and rather
startling place to visit
It runs back from the sharp declivity
of a precipitous cliff, which is heavily
timbered, and the entrance, small aui
narrow, Is so hemmed in by shrubs and
bushes It Is only discernible to thob
who know It. while tbe towering grau
Ite boulder Into which tbe cave runs' Is
overgrown with a century-old forest
growth of hemlock and pines.
The drive back would have been glo
rious only Miriam complained ef
headache, and the horses being nettled
some and the road rough. Daltoa's close
attention waa required to avoid any
mishap.
It wai growing toward dusk, btrt Dan
Klrkwood had not returned.
Bill Joues slouched up tbe walk to
the porch steps.
"Not home yet? I thought not Well,
I'm sorry to bring you bad news, but
you've got to hear It sooner or U.Cbb
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