OPEN DEALING IN PAINT.
i Buying paint used to be like the pro
verbial buying of a "pig in a poke."
Mixtures In which chalk, ground rock,
te., predominated were marked and
Edd as -Pure 'White Lead," the deeop
oii not being apparent until the pnlnt
land the painting were pnld for. This
ideceptlon la atlll practiced, but we
liar learned to expose It easily.
L National lad Company, the largest
akera of genuine Pure White Lend,
realising the Injustice that was being
one to both property owners and hon
at paint manufacturers set alwut to
make paint buying aafe. They firt
adopted a trmle ninrk, the now fnmous
"Dutch-Boy I'aluter," and put this
trade mark, as a gunrnnty of purity, on
very package of their White Lead.
(They then set about familiarizing the
public with the blow -pipe test by which
the purity and genuineness of White
Lead may be determined, and furnished
blow-pipe free to every one who
Would write them for It. This action
jwaa in itself a gunrnnty of the purity
f NatlonalLendCoinpany'sWhlte Lend,
j As the result of this open dealing the
ipalnt buyer to-day hns only himself to
blame If he la defrauded.
I For teat outfit and valuable booklet
n painting address .auonni i-h.i
Company, Woodhrldsp Bid.. New lorK
Within Her Klgfcta.
"Madam, what la your age?" asked
the lawyer.
"I decline to answer," responded the
witness.
I "On what ground?"
j "On the ground that It would con
vict me of lying. I've always answer
ed that question when not under
oath." Washington Herald.
TRONG AND TEADY
By HORATIO 4LGCR, JR.
CIIAPTEH XIX.
An hour passed without a word being
spoken by his sineulnr hostess. She went
to the window from time 10 time, nnu
looked out as if expecting some one. At
length Walter determined to break the
silence, which hud bpromo oppressive. It
did not seem natural for two persona to
be In the same room so long without
peaking a word.
"I should think you would nnl it lone
ly living In the woods away from any
neighbors," he sniil.
"I don't enre for neighbors, sain ine
woman, shortly.
"Have you lived here long'
"That's as people reckon time," was the
answer.
"You don't have fnr to go for fuel,"
was the next remark of our hero.
slend, but In the corner there was a bed
on the floor with some ragged bedclothes
spread over it.
"That's where you're to sleep," said
the woman, pointing It out.
"Oood-nlRlit," said Walter.
She put the candle on tho mantelpiece,
for there was no bureau or table In the
room, and went out.
"This isn't a very stylish tavern, that's
a fact," thought Walter, taking a survey
of the room. "I shnll have a hard bed,
but I Riiexs I can stand it for one night."
There was something else that trou
bled him more than the poor accommo
dations. The ill looks of his host and
hostess had made a strong impression
u lion his mind. The particular inquiries
which they had made about bis success
in selling books, sad their strong desire
Walter saw that there was no time to
lose. Ths door, though strong, would
probably soon give way before ths
strength of his prisoner. When the lib
eration took place, he must be gone, lie
held tha handlo of his carpetbag between
his teeth, and, getting oat of ths window,
hung down. The distance was not great.
nd he alighted upon the ground without
injury. Without delay he plunged Into
the woods, not caring In what direction
he went, as long as it can-led him away
from bis dishonest landlord.
(To be continued.)
"I )id you say you was a book peddler?" for money, led him to feel apprehensive
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Ins and Ooli,
"What's that noise?" asked the vis
itor lu the apartment house.
"Probably some ouo In the dentist's
apartments on the floor below getting
a tooth out"
"Hut this seemed to come from tho
floor above."
"Ah, then it's probably the Popleys'
bah- getting a tooth In." Philadelphia
Prias.
she I ruin i red
"I am a hook agent."
"Is your business a good one?" she avk
ed. "I have done very well so fnr, but then
I have benn at it only a week."
"It's a good thing to have money," said
the woman, more to herself than to Wal
ter. "Yes," said Walter "it's Tery conven
ient to have money; but there are other
things that ore bettor."
".Such as what?" demanded tho woman
ibruptly.
"Good health, nnd a good conscience."
She laughed scornfully.
"I'll tell you there's nothing so pood
as money. I've wanted it all my lif.
and never could get it. Do you think I
would live here in tho woods if I had
money? No, I should like to be a Indy,
and wear fine clothes, and drive alf iit
in a handsome carriage. Why are some
people so lucky, while I live in this mis
erable hole?"
"Perhaps your luck will change some
day," ho said, though he had little faith
in his own words. lie wondered how the
tall, gaunt woman of the backwoods would
look dressed In silks and satins.
of robliery. He wns In the heart of the
woods, far away from assistance, and at
their mercy. What could he, a boy of
fifteen, do against their combined attack?
He would have preferred to sleep in the
woods without a shelter, rather than
have placed himself in their power.
Under the influnce of this apprehen
sion, he examined the door to see if
there was any way df locking It. Hut
there was neither lock nor bolt. There
hnd been a Ixilt once, but there was none
now. Next he looked about the room to
see if there was any heavy article of
furniture with which he could barricade
the door. But, as has already been
said, there was neither bureau nor table.
In fact, there wns absolutely no article
of furniture except a single wooden chair,
and that, of course, would be of no ser
vice.
"What shall I do?" tliought Walter.
"That man enn enter the room when
am asleep, and rob me of all my money."
Looking about the room, he noticed
closet, the door of which was bolted on
tho outside. Withdrawing the bolt, ho
opened the door and looked in. It was
nearly empty, containing only a few
articles of little or no value. A plan of
Sly luck never will 'change," she said, operations rapidly suggested itself to Val-
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AS INSECT TRAGEDY.
The Neat tha Mother Bo lerH y Dnllda
for Her Young.
There Is something really pathetic In
tho way a mother butterfly builds a
aet for her children. In tho first
place, the little homo where the eggs
re deposited represents a great deal
of sacrifice, for It is lined with several
layers of down plucked from tho moth
er's own soft body. The eggs having
been laid carefully upon this luxurious,
pretty couch, are protected by au equal
ly pretty coverlet made of the same
material.
These butterfly bedclothes are often
arranged with an Intricacy that Is quite
curious and perplexing. Sometimes a
bed Is made so that each separata deli
cate hair stands "upright, thus giving
tha entire nest the appearance of a lit
tle brush of downy fur. Then again
the eggs are laid spirally round a tiny
branch, and, as the covering follows
their course, the effect resembles tha
bushy tall of a fox, only the nest Is
.more beautiful than the brush of tho
finest fox that ever roamed over eoun
try..
Tha building of this downy nest U
the latest earthly labor of tho mother
butterfly, for by the time It is com
pleted her own delicate body is denuded
of Its natural covering and there la
nothing left for bur to do but dlo, a
acrlflca which she promptly and hero
ically makes la the Interest of tho coin
tag butterfly generation.
quickly. "I must live and die In some
such hovel as this."
"My luck hns chnnged," said Walter,
quietly j "but In a different way."
"How?" sho asked, betraying in her
tone some curiosity.
"A year ago six months ago my fath
er was a rich man, or was considered so.
lie was thought to be worth over a hun
dred thousand dollars. All at once his
property was swept away, and now I am
obliged to earn my own living, as you
tee."
"How did your father lose his money?"
"By speculating lu mines."
"The moro fool he I"
"My futher is dead," said Walter,
grnccly. "I cannot bear to bear blm
blamed."
"Humph 1" ejnculnted the woman. "I
pxpect you are hungry."
"Yes," said Walter, "I am; but I can
wait till your husband comes."
She took out from a small cupboard a
plate of bread and some cold meat, and
laid them on the table. Then she steep
ed some tea, nnd, when it was ready, she
put that also on the tnble. Walter un
derstood from this that supper wns ready,
and, putting on his shoes, which were
now dry, he moved his chair up.
Ths woman poured him out some tea
In one of the cracked cups.
The first sip of the tea, which was
qnlte strong, nearly caused a wry ex
pression on Walter's face, but he man
aged to control himself so far as not to
betray his want of relish for the bev
erage his hostess offered him. The only
redeeming quality it had was that It
was hot, and, exposed as he had been
to the storm, warm drink was agreeable.
"There's some bread and there's some
meat," said the woman, "l'ou can help
yourself."
Walter ate heartily of the food, and
succeeded In emptying his cup of tea.
lis would have taken another cup If there
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U V
8 INTELLIGENCE OP "FANNY" 8
BooooooooooooooooooooooooS
ter in ense the room should Le entered
while he was asleep. In pursuance of
this plan ho threw a few pennies upon
the floor of the closet, and then closed
the door again. Next he drew from his
pocket book all tho money it contained
except a siugle five-dollar bill. The bank
notes thus removed amounted to fifty
five dollars. He then drew off his stock
ings, and, laying the bills in the bottom,
again put them on.
Walter's feelings, as he lay on his
hard bed on the floor, were fnr from
pleasant. He was not sure thnt an at
tempt would bo mndo to rob him, but the
probability seemed so great that ho coult
not compose himself to sleep. Suspense
was so painful thnt he almost wished thnt
Jack would come up if he Intended to.
He was tired, but his mental anxiety tri
umphed over his bodily fatigue, and he
tossed about restlessly.
It was about nine o'clock when he went
to bed. Two hours passed, and still there
were no signs of tho apprehended inva
sion. Hut, five minutes Inter, t heavy
step was heard upon the stnircnse, wliicn
creaked beneath tho weight of the man
asceudlng. Jack tried to come up softly,
but it creaked nevertheless.
Walter's heart beat quick, as he heard
the steps approaching nearer and nenrer.
It was certainly a trying moment, thnt
might have tested tho courage of one old
er thnn our hero. Presently the door
opened softly, nnd Jack advanced stealth
ily Into the chamber, carrying a candle
which, however, was unlighted. He reck
oned upon finding Walter undremed, and
his clothes hanging over the chair but
the faint light that entered through the
window showed him thnt his intended vic
tim had not removed his clothing.
The robber paused a moment, and then,
stooping over, inserted his hand into
Walter's picket, lie drew out the pock-
etbook, Walter mnking no sign of being
aware of what was going on
"I've got It, muttered Jack, with snt-
The town of Matldl, on the Congo riv
er, Is described by Ulehard Harding
Davis, in "The Congo and Coast! of
Africa," as "not so largo us Gibraltar,
or so high as tho l'lutlron Building in
New York, but a little moro steep than
either." In connection with this pluce
tic tells the story of a lost dog.
Other table-lands may be higher, but
this one Is ncorest the sun. Yon cross
It wearily, In short rushes, with your
heart In your throat, nnd seeking shade,
ns n man crossing the zone of fire seeks
cover from the bullets. When you reach
the cool, dirty custom-house, with walls
two foot thick, you congratulate your
self on your escape; you look bnck Into
the blaze of tho flnnilng plaza nnd won
der If you have tho courage to return.
On bonrd the steamer wns n young
missionary to whom some unobserving
friend hnd given a fox-terrier. He had
never owned a dog, and did not know
whnt to do with this one.
Her nanio wns "Fanny," and only by
the efforts of nil on hoard did she reach
the Congo olive. There wns no one.
from the butcher to the enptnln, includ
ing the passengers, who had not shield
ed Fanny from the cold, nnd later from
the sun; fed jjer, bathed her. forced
medicine down her throat nnd raced her
up and down the spar-deck. Conse
quently wo nil knew Fanny, and It wns
a great shock when from the custom'
house I saw her running around tho
blozlng parade ground, ber eyes filled
with fear, nnd "lost dog" written nil
over her, from ber drooping tongue to
her drooping tall.
Captain Burton nnd I called Fanny,
and were forced to plunge to her rescue
In the valley of heat. In Matldl no oue
had ever crossed the parade ground ex
cept at n funeral march, nnd tho apec
tnele of two large white men playing
tng with a small fox terrier attracted
an Immense crowd. Finally Fanny rnn
Into the legs of a German trader, who
grabbed her by the neck and held her
up to us.
"You want him? Hey?" he shouted.
"Aye, man," gasped Burton, row
quite purple. "Did you think we were
Tying to amuse the dog?"
I made a leash of my belt, and the
captain returned to the ship, dragging
his prisoner after him. An hour Inter
I met the missionary leading Fanny by
a roi?p.
"I must tell you about Fanny!" be
cried. "After 1 took her to the mission
I forgot to tie her up, nnd she rnn
away. I'.ut, would you believe It, she
found her way straight back to the
ship. Was It not Intelligent of her?
I was too fnr gone with npop'cxy,
heat prostration nnd sunstroke to pinka
any answer, at least, ono that I could
make to a missionary.
-ruck.
THE IMPENETRABLE SECRET.
From Adam's arrival in this wicked world
To the wonderful age we ore In,
Our wise men have shattered some pretty bard nuts,
And also committed much sin;
Cut one of the problems that's baffled them ail,
And has put all their science to rout, j
Is something concerning the sex we adore,
What a woman thinking about
Her eyes may be laughing at something we wear
And her face mny be solemn as death ;
Her tongue may be wagging on forty-odd themes
Till she's really gapping for breath ;
Hut the wlxd'Kii and sdeuoe of all the world
Isn't able to clearly find out
What flits through her mind, or can even sunnlBe
What n woman Is thinking about.
Her lips may be srjlng n host of sweet things,
And her eyes with true love be enshrined;
Her lover may think that he knows ev'ry thought
In her gentle and feminine mind ;
Hut the very -levt breath her mood Is transformed,
And she's having n mystical pout;
All. all of love's logic cannot make It clear
What a woman Is thinking about.
Tru mbell Worried His Neighbors
"Sorter kep you busy, didn't they,
Rufe?" remarked Marvin Parsons as
the country storekeeper returned from
his last trip to the wagon. "I reckon
Jim must have spent ns much as $12
or $15 In flxln's." '
"Clost on to It," replied the store
keeper. "These young married follows
all do that, fust off, but thoy pit brave
ly over It, hs a gln'ral thing."
"I scon him over to the hardware
store buying too," said Sol Baker.
"It won't last," predicted Parsons.
"I know Jim."
"I reckon you think you know Mm,"
drawled Washington Hancock. "Mnblie
you're right and innhtie you're wrong.
Clay Trumbcll didn't get over It.
'Member the fuss there wuz along the
Little Tarklo when Clay got married?"
"No," replied Tarsons. "What
about?"
"It wuz thls-a-wny," said Hancock.
" 'Bout twenty years ago the folks over
that way wuz ns moan an' ornery as
they are now, most of 'em. There wuz
a mess of 'em the Bolsovers an' the
Satterlecs an' Jupps an' Kllngs,
'siieshly, thnt wns as clost as the bark
n the tree. The way they stented
tuer wimnien routs wuz n sin an' n
shame. Well, right in among 'em wuz
Clay Trumbell ou the eighty acres that
his daddy left him when ho died.
"Clay wuz a right nice boy an' a
worker an' blmcby he got enough raked
an' scraped together, though he wuzn't
noways tight-fisted, to get married.
After look In' around for a spell ho set
tled on n Fairfax gal. She wuz about
as purfy as a little red wagon nn'
bad been milk and sugar, but it wa stoo tsfnctlon, and stealthily retraced his steps
Prematare.
Husband (on overland train) Ton
mustn't mind It, Maria. It I take several
doses of spirits during tiie day, from now
a. it's the only thing that will cut this
alkali dust that gets into one's throat.
Wife You won't have to do It to-day,
John. I've been making some Inquiries,
and I find we don't strike the alkali ro.
'.flon for MO miles yet.
FRIENDLY TIP.
naatored Hop and Coafldeace.
After varal years of indigestion and
Us attendant evil Influence on the mind,
It is not very surprising that ono final
ly loses faith, in things generally.
A N. Y. woman writes an Interest
lng letter. She says :
"Three years ago I suffered from an
attack of peritonitis which left me In a
most-miserable condition. For over two
years I suffered from nervousness,
weak heart, shortness of breath, could
not sleep, etc.
"My appetite was ravenous but I
felt starved all the time. I bad plenty
of food but it did not nourish me
because of Intestinal Indigestion. Med
leal treatment did not seem to help,
I got discouraged, stopts'd medicine
and did not care much whether I lived
or died.
"One day a friend aHked me why 1
didu't try Grape-Nuts, stop drlnkln
coffee and use I'ostum. I had lost
faith in everything, but to please my
friends 1 began to use both und soon
became very fond of them.
"It wasirt long before ; pot snmr
strength, felt n divided chai' In my
system, hope iprnug up In my heart
and slowly but surely I got better. I
could Blettp cry well, the constant
craving for food t-cnacd und I have ls't
ter health now than bufoiv tho nttack
of peritonitis
"My husband nnd I nrc :ui using
Grope-NnU mid l'i tum." "Theiv's a
Itcnson."
Name given by I'osinm Co., Battle
Creek. Midi. Bead, "Tho Bond to Well
llle," lu pkp.
Ever read the tbovo letter? A
new'one'iupears from time to tint
Tbcy aac genuine, (rue, and full o(
mmn Interest.
bitter to be Inviting.
Walter pushed his chair from the table.
and sat down again before the fire. She
rose and cleared the table, replacing the
bread and meat In the cupboard. There
was silence for another hour. Walter
wished it were time to go to bed, for
the presence of such a woman made him
foel uncomfortable. But It was too early
yet to suggest retiring. At length the
Hence was broken by a step outside.
Thats Jack," wild the woman, rising
hastily; and over her face there came a
transient gleam of satisfaction, ths first
.Walter had observed.
Before she could reach the door It was
opened, and Jack entered. Walter look
ad op with some curiosity to see what
sort of a man ths husband of this woman
might be. He saw a stout man, with low
ering eyes, and matter red hair and
beard. j
They are fitly mated," thought our
hero.
Ths man stopped short as his glance
rested upon Walter, and he turned
quickly to bis wife.
"Who have you got here, Meg?" ha
aiksd. In a rough voice.
He was overtaken by the storm, and
wanted me to take him in, and glee him
upper and lodging."
"lis s a boy. hat brings him Into
bes woods?"
"II says he's a book peddler."
"Where are his books?"
"I have sold them all," said Walter,
feeling called upon to take a personal
share In ths conversation.
"How many did you have?"
"Twenty."
"How much did you charge for them?"
"Three dollars and a halt apiece."
"That's seveuty dollars, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Well, you enn stay here all night It
you want to. We ain't used to keepin' a
tavern, but you'll fare as well as we."
"Thank you. I was afraid I bight
bsve to stay out all night."
While his wife wns getting out the
upper again, the nuiu sat down beside
ths fire, and Walter bad a chance to scan
bis rough features. There was something
In his appearance that Inspired distrust,
and eur hero wished ths night wars past,
ind bs were again ou his way.
CHAITKlt XX.
About nine o'clock Walter Intimated a
deal re to go to bed. The woman lit a
candle, and left the room, followed by
.Walter. She led the way up a rough.
Bnpainted staircaae and opened the door
f the room over the one In which they
bad been seated.
Looking around hi in, Walter found
that tha chamber which be bad entered
was as bare as .ths room below, If not
to the door. He went out, carefully clos
ing it after him, tnd again the steps
creaked beneath his weigiit.
"I'm afraid he'll come back when he
finds how llttlo there is in It," thought
Walter. "If so, I must trust to my
plan."
Tho door was soon again thrown open,
and Jack strode In, bearing in his hand
a candle, this timo lighted. He advanced
to the bed, and, bending over, thook
Walter vigorously.
"What's the matter?" asked our hero.
this timo opening his eyes, and assuming
a look ot surprise. Is It time to get
up?"
"It's time for you to get up. I've got
something to say to you."
"Well," said Walter, sitting up In bed,
"I n ready.'
"Where've you put the money you had
last night?"
Walter put his hand In his pocket
"It was in my pocketbook," he said ;
"but It s gone."
"Here Is your pocketbook," said Jack,
producing it
"Did you take It out of my pocket?
What made you take it? Do you mean
to steal my money?"
"Yes, I do ; and the sooner you hand it
over the better.
"I have some more money," said Wal
ter; "but I hope you will let me keep It."
" list made you take It out ot your
pocket book?"
' ltecause I thought I should have a
visit from yon."
"What made you think so?" demanded
Jack, rather surprised
"I can't tell, but I expected a visit.
so I took out most of my money and
hid it."
"'llien you'd lstter find it again. I
can't wait here all night, (let up, and
lind me that money, or it'll be tho worse
for yon."
"1 hid some money In that closet," said
Walter. "I thought you would not think
of looking there.
No sooner was the closet pointed out
tlinu Juck eagerly strode toward It and
threw open the door, lie entered It, and
begnu to peer about him, holding the can
dle in his hand.
"Where did you put it?" he Inquired,
turning to (mention Walter.
But he Imd scarcely spoken when our
hero closed the door hastily, and, before
Jack eould recover from his surprise, had
tHilted it on the outside. To add to the
discomlituro of the imprisoned robber, the
Kind produced by the violent slamming of
the door blew out tha caudle, and he
found himself a captive, in utter dark
neaa.
"Let ma out, or I'll murder yon I" he
roared, kicking ths barrier that separated
The Other Ilraaon.
A teamster retires nt the age of
ninety with an accumulation of $30,-
000. He says ho wants nnd Is entitled
to a rest Some iuquirers want to
know bow ho couul nave saved so
much on $12 a week, the highest
wages ho ever received. The answer Is
easy. He got $2 n day. He lived on
22 cents a day. He saved the dlffer-
euco, I lived In New York on 6 cents
a day for nearly six months and was Jn
magnificent health. Somo people eat
to live; others live to eat As the old
chnp on tho ferryboat said to tho
emnll boy :
"Sonny, why docs a pig eat?"
" 'Cause he's hungry."
"No. There's another reason."
"Whut's dat?"
"Jlo wants to make a hog of him
self." New York Tress.
A
"mm
n
"i'd hake the pbice riqiit."
you reckon that because you're too
blame ornery mean an' clost to git your
wlmmen folks what they need I'm a
goln' to stent my wife? No, slreol As
far as a rldln' plow is concerned, I've
got good lalgs an' I c'n walk behind my
mewls for a while ylt, an I don't need
no patent hay fork to lift my hay Into
the mow 's long's my back an' arms
don't give out. You nil go 'plumb to
V
"An' ho walked away, an' a week
after ho sold a beef critter an' got bis
wife a bewrow for the bedroom.
T'That Jest iande tho neighbors hop
pin' mad an' Bolsover In" pertickler.
Ho swore up an' down he'd fix Clay nil
right nn' git him where he wouldn't
buy no more fancy trimmln's. He lay
low after thnt for quite a while an'
studied how he could do it
"One mornln he met Clay in town
an' told him that he'd concluded he'd
sell a piece o' land ho had J'lnln' on to
Clay's eighty farm. Clny'd been want
In' to buy it for quite a spell, but he
couldn't see his way to It.
"'I'd give you time if you c'd make
a cash payment, Clay, says the ol'
man. 'I'll give you time an make the
price right. Twelve dollars nn acre.'
"Clay still couldn't see his way,
though the land wuz cheap at that, so
Boleover come down $2 on it, an' then
$3. Clay'B mouth watered. Fln'lv he
said he'd buy it If it wusn't for the
cash payment, but he only had about
100 to his name.
"'If you could raise another hundred
I'd let it go,' says Bolsover. 'Mablie
ou could borrow it I reckon Junn
,'ould let you have it
It turned out that Jupp would an
the upshot wuz that they give him a
deed an' mortgaged him up to his eye
brows, flxla' the payments so's they'd
come hard an there wouldn't bo noth-
in' more'n enough to pay for groc'rles.
That wuz tho way they fixed Clay."
"Mighty good way, too," said the
storekeeper, approvingly.
"Ynas," agreed Hancock. "If it
hadn't been thnt Clay sold thnt ploco
of land at $13 an acre about six months
alter an' bought carpet for the bedroom
an' got his wife a hired gal It would
have worked all right." Chicago News.
SOME STATISTICS 07 CHIMB.
ricores of Prima Popalatlon that
famish Pood for Thoaft-ht,
A bulletin issued by the Census Bu
reau contains some statistics of tha
prison population of the country that
are startllngly suggestive, says the In
dlanniMilis News. The statistics are of
June 20, 1004, when the total popu
lation of tho country was estimated to
be 81.S01.84S. At thnt time the coun
try had 1A17 penal institutions, Includ
ing four United States civil prisons,
flxty-soven State prisons and State and
county penitentiaries, fourteen reform
atories fur adults, seventy-one munici
pal prUons and workhouses and 1,131
county JalU. At the dutennniod those
various prisons contained 81,772 ln
mntes, nn average of 100.0 per 100,000
of population. The nvernge seems ap
pallingly large, but It shows an Im
provement over 1S!K, when It was 131.5
or 100,000 of population.
There le some consolation In tho fact
that, nppulllug as the aggregate of
crime apiiears, tho percentage of crim
inals to population Is not Increasing.
This inbuilt be due to remissness In the
enforcement of law, but wo are at least
permitted to hope thnt It Is not tho
case, the nuHral trend of tho times being
townrd stricter instead of laxer enforce
ment of law.
It appears thnt of the total number
of prison Inmates on June 30, 1904, 77,
2(U. or 04 Ms per cent, were males, and
4,!iQ3, or 5Va per cent, were females. As
there Is no great difference in tho num
ber of males and fcinalcs In the coun
try, tho figures Indicate clearly thnt
crime Is much more prevalent among
men than among women.
On June 24, J!M, there were In the
Fii I ted States ninety-three Institutions
for juvenile delinquents between tho
nges of 7 nnd 21 yi'.ars. These Institu
tions, Included reformatories, reform
schools, truant schools In fact, nil
kinds of prisons, places of detention
and religious agencies for juvenile de
linquents. At the d.-itc named they con
tained 231 hinntos, of whom 2,500
were In ttie Catholic protectory at
Westchester. N. Y.
Tho numlier of Inmates In all kinds
of Institutions for juvenile delinquents
Increased from 14,840 on June 1, 1S00,
to 23,034 on Juno 30. 1004. This wns
a gain of 8.18S, or 5.".2 per cent On
its fnce, this is not encouraging, though
it may be due to the fact that there
were moro institutions for juvenile de
linquents In 1904 than there were in
1900, and more activity in arresting nnd
confining thorn.
DOOM OF THE WANDLE.
Doing Chorea.
To dig one's own potatoes, to shock
onea own corn, to pick one's own ap
ple, to pile one's own squashes at
one's own barn! It Is like filling one's
sy6ten with an antitoxin before going
Into a fever plagued country. One la
Immune to winter after this, provided
he Stays to bake his apples In his own
wood fire. Oue works himself into a
glow with all his digging and picking
and piling that lasts until worm weath
er comes again, nnd along with this
harvest glow comes stealing over him
tho after harvest peace. It Is the se
renity of Indian summer, the mood of
the after harvest season, upon him
upon him and his fields nnd woods.
Dallas Lore Sharp in Atlantic,
Getting Along.
Miss Goodley Miss Hussle goes In
for everything. She's constantly dMng
snethlng.
MIsr Knox Yes, but the one thing
sho la doing most steadily she wont
adult.
Miss Goodley What's that?
Miss Knox Growing older. The
Catholic Standard and Times.
. A I. rap-Year Caleb.
He You have a lieautlful collection
of pressed flowers.
She Yes; but I still need one vari
ety to complete the collection.
He You have but to name It and
I'll move heaven and earth to obtain
It for you.
Slu) Orange blossoms.
When tho Maid l'ropoaed.
Tho leap-year girl had Just proposed.
"ThU, Is er so sudden," stammered
the youns man In tho case. "I am
dreadfully or embarrassed, and"
"Embarrassed '." e i el u lined the fair
maid. "Then I take It all back. I
thought you had oodles of money.
clever. Anyway Clay married her an
then trouble began."
It most glu'rally does," observed the
storekeejier.
"It wuzu't that kind o' trouble,
though," said Hancock. "Clay jest
nachally thought tho world of the gal
nn' mnde up his mind that there wuzn't
nothlif he could get her that wuz too
good for her. Fust thing you know
he'd drawed money out o' tho bank an'
wuz spendlu' right nn' left.
"About a month after thnt all you
could hear from the wlmmen folks
around there wuz talk o' tho washln'
machine Clay Trumbell hnd got for his
lfe that done up the hull wash with a
turn o' the hand nu the patent churn
he'd brung her from Fairfax nn' her
six-bole cook range, spick an' span new,
an' her llecloth In the kitchen nn' her
dishes, an' the way Clay had piped the
water from the spring clear Into the
house. Jest to save her the trouble o'
tot In It. They wuz tlingln' thnt Into
their husbands' ears from sunup to sun
down.
" 'Clay's a good boy nn' he knows
how to treat a woman,' says Mrs. Bols
over. 'I don't see no rhyme nor reason
In me glttln' along weth this ol' stove
no longer. I've be'n cook in' your meals
on it lone enough nn' I want one like
rinv'B wife's cot. 'Taint no use to tell
me we can't afford it fleve got aol
lurs where Clay hain't got cents.'
"Then ol' Bolsover'd cuss.
"'You've jest nachally got to get me
one o' them new-fangled churns.' say
Mrs. Kllng. 'Clay's wife's got one, pore
s thev nrc. If I'd marricti a man like
Clay when I wuz a gal I wouldn't be
wore out the way 1 am now.
"The fust time you go to Fairfax
Want VOU IO m ini! me in" it in-, i. "in i"
mv kitchen,' says Mrs. Sntter.ee.
I've scrubbed an' coiiretl an' scoured
nu' scrubbed on this here Moor as lout;
n h I'm u-gi'ln to, 111 tfattcrlco. I'm
tulkln' now.
"An' so It went.
"Well, the men cussed Clay Trumbcll
tap nn down I'm- iu.i n i ii""
thrift ways an tbcy niimv.st t!iiu itiej
ir.n't n-gnin' to l o led Into no s;;cli
doln's;
That didn't stop tliclr wlvt s from
tulkln'. It got so pliisue take.! lUtl au
there wuz sech a rumpus Unit the ineii
fln'ly got holt o' Clay nt t'irasliln' time
an' reasoned wcth him. Clay thought
they wiiv. jokin' at fust when they bo
sun t' mxy. l ut v!wMi Bill Jupp come
SrVEB TRAFFIC IN MEXICO.
How
Aro
Products of the Interior
Brought to the Coast.
It would bo a difficult matter to esti
mate the number of people who are di
rectly dependont upon tho mercantile
supplies of thla port, but it is certain
thnt the number can be written with
six figures, says the Tamplco corre
spondent of the Mexlcal Herald. Mors
than C,000 of these boats ore In com
mission on the Tamesl and Tanuoo riv
ers, they vary in length from twenty
to sixty feet and carry the wild and
cultivated products of the interior to
Tamplco, where they discharge their
cargoes and reload with merchandise
ami other supplies.
With two great waterways, tho Ta
mesl ami tno ranuco, me native navi
gators find their business profitable, de
spite tho fact that It requires about
thirty days to make a round trip to
distant points on the river. Every con
celvabl form of tropical plant and fruit
mny be found In their cargoes, as well
as native mndo earthenware and other
manufactured articles. A long pole is
tho only compass required by the cap
tain of one of these barks, but he
wields tho bamboo which pilots him
safely over the shoal-filled waters of a
tropical waterway. Many of the plan
tatlons along the rivers keep several
of these boats in commission all the
time, carrying their smaller products
to the market and bringing back sup
plies for tho hacienda.
In the early hours of the morning
greiMi bananas are idled up along tha
wharves like cordwood, baskets of co-
coanuts, pineapples, wild nnd cult!
vated lemons and oranges and Innumer
able other products of the tropics can
bo seen in enormous quantities. Anil
It is surprising bow quickly the supply
of the day is exhausted. A string of
freight cars on the track opposite tha
market aro waiting for a portion of
most every cargo, and by noon there Is
liitlo left but the small fruits nnd veg
dailies In moderate quantities,
Tha SI run in 'Where I manic Walton
Flahed In In Hunger.
That great Biver Wutulle "the blue
transparent Vundalls" of roie tho
stream where ojd Isaaz fished for trout
marked witn inurbio spots iiko a tor
toise" the river which even now Is the
most perfect epitome In beauty and In
tilth of big brother Thames may be
doomed, says the London News. Its
fate hangs upon a mere hundred or
two of votes. It enn be killed or kept
nllve Just ns parliament chooses when
the Biver W'andle protection bill comes
before our legislature In the course of
the present year.
But while gentle fishermen and quiet
gardeners have always poetized about
the fiver, men of the world have fought
about It, well nlh from timo immemo
rial. In' 1009 a deplorable scheme was
set on foot for tnklug one-tenth part
of the water between Croydon and
Wnddon Mill and conveying It by ca
nals aud underground pipes to tho city
of London for the benefit of Chelsea
College, but so loud wns the outcry,
seeing that at that date the river turn
ed twenty-four corn mills, that the
scheme had to be abandoned and by
an act of James I. the necessary water
was taken from Hackney marsh. Even
at the beginning of the seventeenth cen
tury there seems to have been none
too much water In' the river.
Agalu lu 1799 a determined attempt
was made by certain financiers and en
gineers to destroy the river nt a blow
by diverting Its waters Into a canal be
tween Wandsworth and Croydon. Once
more, however, the Wandle escnied by
reason of its great commercial utility
and the quaint "Surrey Iron Railway,"
with grooved rails and tiny trucks
drawn by horses, took the place of the
proposed canal.
But the Wandle Is still a force and
a treasure. It may be neither quite so
beautiful nor quite so useful as a hun
dred yenrs ago, yet the man who has
stood on the bridge nt Carshalton and
watched the crystul waters slip past
the arches to spread below Into calm
pools or soak silently through broad
beds of cress, or who from tho bridge
in Wandsworth High street has watch
ed the stained ami sullen current glide
slothfully toward the Thames must be
lieve that tho Itlver Wandle has still
a place In tho world.
rl'ht out plum an' plain an' told blm I '
that he wii7. a scltin' a bad exaiiiiilo for t
everylMsly lu the towns'.iiii ho gut rlsht
A Suk;iIi'1u Character.
'.Ilinliioo. but Mr. Good, the candi
date for county treasurer, Is mad nt
you." said llu foreman of the country
weekly.
"What! Why, we gnvo him a great
Hcml-nff in tills week's pnisT."
"Yes; he says you've ruined him.
You referred to him as 'a trusted em-
ploye. " The Catholic Standard and
wit so. There was not trta a bed- j bias from bis 1st victim, now his cayter. j
Gold BaaU.
Manager lk you play by uotel
VWUlBt Neln, Caati only.
hot
'Why, you dugs"ii iieu-souled, fllnt-
Silixlu' ol sUec.'.lckscs,' says Clay. 'Do
You can't beat old rather Time,
You will observe that no woman ever
develops much speed In chasing tilt
man who dyes his hair.
The Elephant at Bar.
Twenty years of experience tells me
that a whole regiment of lions cannot
produce the same moral effect as one
twelve-foot African tusker when ho
cocks his big sail-like nrs, draws him
self up to his full height and looks at
you, letting off nt the same time a
blood-curdling scream; while In all
probability others Invisible to you are
rtauipedlng on all sides with the din
and vibration of an earthquake. Sur
rounded in n dense Jungle by a herd of
elephants they seem to blm'k out tho
whole horizon. One I measured was ac
tually sixteen feet from odo rf oar to
edge of ear. No wonder my Insignifi
cant self siiMiied to shrivel and my huge
express rifle to dwindle Into a mere pea
shooter. Try ns I will mi such occa
sions, I can never overcome my sens;
of terror, and always feel inclined to
throw down my elephant gun nnd run
for safety till I drop. Success Maga-
line.
Social Sweet that I lor.
Maud -Oh, dear, I haven't a moment
any day this week that I can call mv
own. My engagement book is positively
crammed full.
Ethel Well, what are you grumbling
about? You're food of stuffed dates,
aren't you? Boston Transcript.
Tell of a man who has done a good
deed, and few show curiosity to know
who be la.