The first attempt* to pave street*
with wood three-quarter* of a century
•«-* were failures, and for year* after
that no satisfactory progress wa*
toad' The block* were round, which
left large, unequal spaces between
them Their -dge« broke down and
wore 'iff, th" wood rotted and the pave
ment was woon uneven and rough, and
therefore difficult to clean and unsani
tary. At the present time, through the
*e!e« tiori of suitable wood*, cutting the
blocks Into rectangular stupe so that
their edges may He dose together, and
treating them chemically to Increase
their durability wood pavement Is hot
ter many t sped* than any other
it. >n .on t •
I In choker, of New York, led
the fighting of ' big fire In New York
one night iw etiUy In evening dress, In*
eluding pomps and silk hat The chief
was In his h<-1 1 quarters dressed for a
dinner when He- alarm was given. To
be on the safe side the chief told his
chauffeur to drive to the scene When
he reached the fire Croker took a good
look and then Jumped Into the middle
of things. Well along In the evening he
was seen standing ankle deep In a pud
dle of muddy water, silk hat dripping
and Ids fur-ltned overcoat thrown
back from a drenched shirt front and
I white waistcoat
There are 1,567 walled cities In China
where there is neither a foreign nor
Chinese pastor
A SEM*HKABLE MAN.
Attlrs sad Bright, Though Almost
• centenarian.
Shepard Kollock. of 44 Wallace St,
!t«d Hank, NJ, Is a remarkable mnn
•t the age of OH. For 40 years lie was
a victim of kidney
troubles and doctors
said be would never
he cured. “I was I rv
Ing everything," Bays
Mr. Kollock, "but my
back was lame and
wenk and every ex
ertion sent a sharp
twinge through me, I
had to get up several times each night
and Ihe kidney secretions contained a
heavy sediment. Iteceritly I began using |
Doan's Kidney pills, with One results.
They have given me entire relief."
Sold tiy all dealers. r>0 cents n l*>x.
foeter-Mllburn Co.. Buffalo. N. Y.
Whan Governor Smith Slept.
Idpplncotts When Governor Smith,
of Georgia, was secretary of tlie In
terior In Cleveland's cabinet, he was
once lulled home to Atlanta on busi
ness The duties Incident to his leav
ing thoroughly wearied the brawny
secretary, so It*- retired euriy to his
berth for a good night's rest. Mr.
Hrriltli never does anything by halves,
and Ihe sonorous cadences of ever-in
creasing volume which proceeded from
Ills apartment g ive evidence that. Ills
utterances of the day did not greatly
•exceed 111 foreefulnee* those of the
night But after two hours his tran
quil slumber was disturbed by the per
sistent nudging of the porter. That
ofTb lal was asking, "Boss, is you
•wake?"
"Of course t am awake," Mr. Smith
replied. ''What do you want?"
• Boss, 1 hope dat you will pardon
me, sail, but I was Jest goln* to ask
you to bn so kind as to stay awake for
Jest 16 minutes ’tell Ue rest of de pas
senger* can git to sleep."
I 8>s Hopkins’ Sayings.
By Rose Melville.
All kinds of people get married —
even roller skaters.
After all th» trouble to get ’em—
some folks think it hard luck that they
have to leave their gold'teeth behind.
One has to know the ropes to get
• i log on a society belle.
I*a says after the recent panic,
money doesn’t care who has It.
M» says « man nevei really needs
what he thinks he must have.
May says a good looking girl never
needs a letter of Introduction.
Mas motto for framing Anybody
may who doesn't doubt that he can.
Imrwln preached that man evolved
from the monkey Mn suys some ure
•till.
Megaphone Bor. 'head has a mind like I
a inelodram • IBs will lx missing
most of the time
"happy OLD AGS
an>ai uupir to ration i-rup*» i
Kalins.
A* old age advances, we require less
fowl to repluce wuste, and food that
will not overtax the digestive organs,
while supplying true nourishment.
Such an Ideal food Is found In Grnpe
Nuls. made of whole wheat and barley
by long baking and action of diastase
In tbe barley which changes the starch
Into sugar.
The phosphates also, placed up under
tba bran-font of tbe wheat, are Includ
ed to Grape-.Nuts, but left out of white
flour. They are necessary to the build
ing of brain and nerve cells.
“1 have used Grape-Nuts," writes
an Iowa man, “for 8 yeara and feel ns
good and am stronger tbnn 1 was ten
years ago. t am over 74 yeara old and
stlend to my business every day.
"Among my customers I meet a man
every day who Is 9'J years old and at
tribute* his good health to the use of
Urspe-Nute and Poatum which lie has
used for the last 3 yeara. He mixes
Grape-Nuts wlrh Postuin and says they
go hue together.
‘Tor many years before t began to
eat Grape-Nuts I could not say that
1 enjoyed life or knew what It was to
be able to say ‘1 am well.’ I suffered
greatly with constipation, now my hair
Iti are as regular as ever In my life.
"Whetmver 1 make extra effort l
depend on Grape-Nuts food and It Just
Alls the bill. I can think aud write a
great deal easier.”
“There's a Reason." Name given hj
post uni Co.. Battle Creek. Mich. Rem.
“The Hoad to WtUvIlle," In pkga.
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__THE__
| Story of Francis Cludde
A Romance of Queen Mary'IjReign.
BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN. T
I %
"lu the queen's name," ■ arm- the loud.
Impatient answer, given In a vole- that
roee above the ring of bridles and the
stamping af Iron hoofs, "opn m l
that quickly. Master Host. The wat< b
are here, and we must search."
1 waited to hear no more, I wasoutof
bed and huddling on my clothes and
thrusting my feet Into my hoots like
one possessed. My heart was beating
ns fast as If I had been running in a
race, arid my hands were shaking with j
the shock of the alarm. The impa
tient voice without was Master Prlt- :
■ hard's and It rang with all the venge- j
ful passion which I should have • x- :
peeled that gentleman, duped, ducked
and robbed, to be feeling. There would
ho little mercy to be had at his hands, i
Moreover, my ears, grown as keen for |
the moment as the hunted hare's d!a- I
tlngulshed the tramping of at least
half a dozen horses, so that It was j
clear that he had come with a force
at his hack. Resistance would be use
less. My sole chance lay In flight. If
flight should still be possible.
Even In rny haste I did not forsake
the talisman which had served rrm so j
well, but staid an Instant to thrust tt i
Into my pocket. The (Tuddes have, I
fancy, a knack of keeping cool In emer
gencies, getting Indeed the cooler the
greater the stress.
Hy this time the Inn was thorough
ly aroused. Doors were opening and
shutting on all sides of me. and ques
tions were being shouted In different
tones from room lo room. In the ruldst
of the hub-bub I heard the landlord
come out, muttering, arid go down
stairs to open the door. Instantly I
unlatched mine, slipped through It
stealthily, sneaked a step or two down
the passage and then came plump up
in the dark against some one who was
moving ns softly as myself. The sur
prise was complete, and I should have
cried out at the unexpected collision
had not the unknown laid a cold hand
on my mouth and gently pushed me
back Into my room.
Here there was now a faint glimmer
of dawn, and by this I saw that my
companion was the serving maid.
"Hist!" she said, speaking under her
breath. "Is It you they want ."’
I nodded.
"1 thought so," she muttered.
"Then you must get out through your
window. You cannot pass them. They
arc gS-med. Quick! Knot this about the
bars. It Is no great depth to the bot
tom, and the ground Is soft from the
rain."
She tore, ns she spoke, the coverlet
from the bed, and twisting It Into a
kjnd of rope helped me to secure one
corner of It about the window bar.
"When you are down," she whispered. I
"keep along the wall to the right until
you come to it haystack. Turn to the
left there—you will have to ford the
water and you will aoon be clear of
the town. lawk about you then, and
you will see a horsetrack. which leads
10 Elstreet, running In a line with the
London road, but a mile from It and
through the woods. At Elstree any
path to the left will take you to
linnet and not two miles lost."
"Heaven bless you!" I said, turning
from the gloom, the dark sky and
driving scud without to peer grateful
ly at her-. "Heaven bless you for a good
woman!"
"And Hod keep you for a bonny boy,"
the whispered.
I kissed her, forcing Into her hands
— a thing the remembrance of which
Is very pleasant to me to this day—my
lust piece of gold.
A moment more and I stood un
hurt, but almost up to my knees In
mud. In an alley bounded on both
sides as far as I could secs by blind
walls, Stopping only to Indicate by a
low whistle that I was safe, 1 turned
and sped away us fast as I could run
In the direction which she had pointed
out. There was no one abroad anil 1a
a shorter time than I hart expected, I
found myself outside the town, travel
ing over a kind of moorland tract
hounded In the dlslanre by woods.
Here I picked up the horsetrack
easily enough, and without stopping,
save for a short breathing space, hur
ried along It to gain the shelter of the
trees. So far so good. I hail reason
to he thankful. But my case was still
an Indifferent one. More than once In
getting out of the town I had slipped
ami fallen. I was wet through and
Plastered with dirt owing to these mis
haps, and my clothes were lu a woe
ful plight. For a time excitement kept
me up. however, and I made good way,
warmed by the thoug ht that I had
again baffled the great bishop. It was
only when the day had come and
grown on to noon, and I saw no sign
of any pursuers, that thought got the
upper hand.
Then 1 begun in compare, with some
bitterness of feeling, my present con
dition—wet, dirty und homeless with
that which I hud enjoyed only a week
before, and It needed all my courage
to support me. Skulking, half famished,
between Barnet and Totterhnm, often
compelled to crouch In ditches or be
hind walls while travelers went by, and
liable each Instant to have to leave the
highway and lake to my heels, I had
leisure to feel, and I did feel, more
keenly, I think, that afternoon than at
any luter time, the bitterness of fort
une. I cursed Stephen Oardlner a
dozen times and dared not let my
thoughts wunder to my father. I had
said that I would build my house
afresh. Well, truly 1 was building it
from the foundation.
It added very much to my misery
thnl It rained all duy a cold, half frozen
rain. The whole afternoon I spent In
hiding, shivering and shaking. In a hole
under a ledge near Totterham, being
afraid to go Into London before night
fall lest 1 should be waited for at the
gate and bo captured. Chilled and be
draggled as I was and weak, through
want' of food, which I dared not go
out to beg, the terrors of capture
got hold of my mind and presented
to me one by one every horrible form
of humiliation, the stocks, the pillory,
the cart tall—so that even Master
Pritchard, could he have seen me. und
known my mind, might have pitied me;
mi that I loathe to this duy the hours
1 client In that foul hiding place. Be
tween a man's best und worse there
Is little hut a platter of food.
The way this was put an end to I
veil remember. An old woman came
Into the Held where 1 lay hid to drive
home a cow. 1 had hud my eyes on
this cow for at least an hour, having
made up my mind to milk It for my
own benefit as soon as the dusk fell.
In my disappointment at seeing It
driven off and also out of a desire to
learn whether the old tlatne might not
be going to milk It in u corner of the
pasture, In which < ase 1 might still
get an after taste, 1 crawled so far
out of mv hoi" that, turning suddenly,
she caught sight of me. 1 expected to
see her hurry off. but she did not. Sh«
took a long look and then came back
toward me, making, however, as it
seemed to me, as If she did not see
me. When she had come within a few
—-r
*
feer r,f me. she looked down abruptly,
and our ey- s met. What she saw In
mine i ran only guess. In hers I read
a divine pity. "Oh. poor lad," she
murmured. Oh, you poor, poor lad!"
and there were tears In her voice.
I was so weak—It was almost 24
hours since I had tasted food, and I
had come 24 miles In the time—that
at that I broke down and cried like
a child.
I learned later that the old woman
took me for Just the same person for
whom the bailiff at Ht. Albans had
mistaken me—a young apprentice
named Hunter who had got Into
'rouble about religion and was at
this time hiding up and down the coun
try. Bishop Bonner having clapped his
father Into Jail until the son should
come to hand. But her kind heart knew
no distinction of creeds. She took me
to her cottage as soon as night fell and
warmed and dried and fed me. She did
not dare to keep me under her roof for
longer than an hour or two, neither
would I have staid to endanger her.
But she sent me out a new man, with
a crust, moreover, In iny pocket. A
hundred times between Tottenham and
Aldersgate I said. "Hod bless her!" and
I say so now.
So twice in one day, and that the
gloomiest day of my life, I was suc
cored by a woman. I have never for
gotten it. l have tried to keep It al
ways In mind, remembering, too, a say
ing of my uncle’s, that "there is noth
ing on earth so merciful as a good
woman or so pitiless as a bad one."
CHAPTER V.
’ Ding, ding, ding! Aid ye the poor!
Pray for the dead! Five o’clock and a
murky morning.”
The noise of the bell and the cry
which accompanied It roused me from
my first sleep In London, and that with
a vengeance, the bell being rung and
the words uttered within three feet of
tny head. Where did I sleep then? Well.
I hail found a cozy resting place be
hind some boards propped against the
wall of a baker’s oven In a street near
Moorgate. The wall was warm and
smell of new bread, and another be
sides myself had discovered Its ad
vantages. This was the watchman,
who had slumbered away most of his
vigil cheek by Jowl with me; but, morn
ing approaching, had roused himself,
and before he was well out of his bed,
certainly before he had left his bed
room, had begun, the ungrateful
wretch, to prove tils watchfulness by
disturbing everyone else.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, grind
ing my shoulders well against the wall
for warmth. I had no need to turn out
yet, hut I began to think, and the more
I thought the harder I stared at the
planks six lnahes before my nose. My
thoughts turned upon a very knotty
point, one that I had never seriously
considered before: What was I going
to do next? How was I going to live
or to rear the new house of which I
have made mention? Hitherto I had
aimed simply at reaching London. Lon
don had paraded Itself before my mind,
though my mind should have known
better, not as a town of cold streets and
dreary alleys and shops open from V
to 4. with perhaps here and there a va
cant. place for an apprentice, but as
a gilded city of adventure and romance
in which a young man of enterprise,
whether he wanted to go abroad or to
rise at home, might be sure of finding
his sword weighed, priced and bought
up on the Instant and himself valued
at his own standurd.
But London reached, the hoarding In
Moorgate reached, and 6 o’clock In the
morning reached, somehow these vis
ions faded rapidly. In the cold reality
left to me I felt myself astray. If I
would stay at home, who was going
to employ me? To whom should I ap
ply? What patron had I? Or if I
would go abroad, how was I to set
about It? How find a vessel, seeing
that I might expect to be arrested the
moment I showed my face in day
ugui .
Here all my experience failed me. I
did not know what to do, though the
time had come for action, and I must
do or starve. It had been all very
well when I was at Coton to propose
that I would go up to London and get
across the water- -such had been my
dim notion—to the Courtenays and
Kllllgrews, who, with other refugees,
Protestants for the most part, were
lying on the French coast waiting for
better times. Hut now that I was in
London, and as good as an outlaw my
self. I saw no mean;* of going to them.
1 seemed farther from my goal than i
hud been In Warwickshire.
Thinking very blankly over all this.
I begun to munch the piece of bread
which 1 owed to the old dame at Tot
tenham and had solemnly got through
half It when the sound of rapid foot
steps—the footsteps of women, I judged,
from the lightness of the tread—caused
me to hold my hand and listen. Who
ever they were—and I wondered, for It
was still early, and I had heard no one
pass since the watchmun had left me—
they came to stand In front of my shel
ter, and one of them spoke. Her words
made me start. Unmistakably the
voice was a gentlewoman's, such as I
had not heard for almost a week. And
at this place and hour, on the raw bor
derland of day and night, a gentlewom
an was the last person I expected to
light upon. Yet If the speaker were not
someone of stutlon Petronilla's lessons
had been thrown away upon me.
The words were uttered In a low
voice, hut the planks In front of me
were thin, and the speaker was ac
tually leaning against them. I caught
every accent of what seemed to be the
answer to a question. "Yes; yes. It Is
all right," she said, a covert ring of Im
patience in her voice. "Take breath
a moment. 1 do not see him now."
"Thank heaven!" muttered another
voice. As I had fancied, there were two
persons. The latter speaker’s tone
sntueked equally of breeding with the
former's, but was rounder and fuller
and more masterful, and she appeared
to be out of breath. "Then perhaps we
have thrown him off the trail," she con
tinued after a short pause. In which she
seemed to have somewhat recovered
herself. "I distrusted him from the
first, Anne; from the first. Yet, do you
know. I never feared him as I did Mas
ter Clarence, and as It was too much
to hope that we should be rid of both
| tit once—they took good care of that—
why. the attempt hud to be made while
, he was at home. But I always felt he
\ was a spy."
"Who—Master Clarence?" asked she
who had spoken first.
] "Aye. lie certainly. Hut I did not
I mean him. X meant Philip."
i "Well. I —1 said tit first, you remem
I her, that It was a foolhardy enterprise,
I mistress."
: "Tut. tqt, girl," quoth the other tart
| ly. Tins time the Impatience lay with
| her. and she took no pains to conceal
I it. "We are not beaten yet. Come, look
[aboul! Cannot you remember where
! we are nor which way the river should
| be? If the dawn were come, we could
tell."
"But with the dawn—"
"The streets would fill. True. and.
Master Philip giving the alarm, we
| should he detec ted before we had gone
j far. The more need, girl, to lose no
time. I have my breath again, and the
I child Is asleep. Let U!) venture one Way
i or th" other, and heaven grant it be
the rl^ht one!"
“Let me see.” the younger woman
answered slowly, as if In doubt. "Did
we come by the church? No. We came
the other way. Let us try this turning,
then.”
"Why. child, we came that way," was
the decided answer. "What are you
thinking of? That would take us
straight back into bis arms, the wretch!
Come, come! You loiter.” continued
this, the more masculine speaker,
"and a minute may make all
the difference between a prison
and freedom. If we can reach the
Lion wharf by 7—it is like to be a dark
morning and foggy—we may still es
cape before Master Philip brings the
watch upon us."
They moved briskly as she spoke
and her words were already growing
indistinct from distance, while I re
mained still. Idly seeking the clew tc
their talk and muttering over and over
again the name Clarence, which seemed
familiar to me, when a cry of alarm, in
which I recognized one of their voices,
cut short my reverie, I crawled with all
speed from my shelter and stood up.
being still In a line with the boards
and not easily distinguishable. As she
had said, it was a dark morning, but
the roofs of the houses—now high, now
low—could be plainly discerned against
a gray, drifting sky wherein the
first signs of dawn were vis
ible, and the blank outline of
the streets, which met at this point,
could be seen. Six or seven yards from
me. In the middle of the roadway, stood
three dusky figures, of whom I judged
the nearer, from their attitudes, to be
the two women. The farthest seemed
to be a man,
I was astonished to see that he war
standing cap In hand—nay. I was dis
gusted as well, for I had crept out hot
fisted, expecting to be called upon tc
defend the women. But, despite the
cry I had heard, they were talking to
him quietly enough as far as I could
hear. And in a minute or so I saw
the taller woman give him something.
He took It, with a low bow, and ap
peared almost to sweep the dirt with
his bonnet. She waved her hand In
dismissal, and he stood hack, still un
covered. And—hey, presto!—the women
tripped swiftly away.
By this time my curiosity was In
tensely excited, but for a moment I
thought it was doomed to disappoint
ment. I thought that It was all over.
It was not by any means. The man
stood looking after them until they
reached the corner, and the moment
they had passed it he followed. His
stealthy manner of going and his fash
ion of peering after them was enough
for me. I guessed at once that he was
dogging them, following them uriknowr
to them and against their will, and
with considerable elation I started after
him, using the same precautions. What
was sauce for the geese was sauce for
the ga.nder! So we went—two, one,
one slipping after one another through
half a dozen dark streets, tending gen
erally southward.
Following him in this way I seldom
caught a glimpse of the women. The
man kept at a considerable distance be
hind them, and I had my attention fixed
on him. But once or twice when, turn
ing a corner. I all but trod on his heels,
I saw them, and presently an odd point
about them struck me. There was a
white kerchief or something attached
apparently to the back of the one's
cloak, which considerably assisted my
stealthy friend to keep them in view.
It puzzled me. Was it a signal to him’
Was he really all the time acting in
concert with them, and was I throw-*
ing away my pains? Or was the white
object which so betrayed them merely
the result of carelessness and the lack
of foresight of women grappling with
a condition of things to which they
were unaccustomed? Of course I could
not decide this, the more as. at that
distance, I failed to distinguish what
the white something was or even which
of the two wore It.
Presently I got a clew to our position,
for we crossed Cheapslde, close to
Paul’s cross, which my childish memor
ies of the town enabled me to recog
nize, even by that light. Here my
friend looked up and down and hung
a minute on his heel before he fol
lowed the women, as if expecting or
looking for someone. It might be that
he was trying to make certain that the
watch were not in sight. They were
not. at any rate. Probably they had
gone home to bed. for the morning was
growing. And after a momentary hesi
tation he plunged into the narrow
street down which the women had
flitted.
(Continued Next Week.)
Reading the Paper.
Ma reads the "Woman's Column" an*
about the “Women’s Clubs."
An’ sister reads the "Beauty Hints” an’
of the social dubs.
1 read the "funny paper” an’ the latest
In baseball,
An' brother reads the sportin’ page—the
races, lights an’ ufl.
But pa skips all o' that, you bet, an’ puts
In his best licks
A-readln’ what the paper has to say on
politics!
j Ma reads the advertisements, an’ she goes
out "bargain days,”
An’ comes home tired out. but. Jest the
same, she scz it pays.
An* sis looks In the paper fer the headin’
“Theaters;”
They’s other things she reads, but that’s
a favorite o’ hers.
Sometimes I read the “fight by rounds”
when there has been a mix.
But pa don’t read a blessed thing at all
but politics!
An* uncle reads about the crops an' what
the prospects is
Fer glttln’ bumper harvests, fer he’s in
the farmin’ biz.
An’ auntie sez the “Home and Health”
department takes her eye.
’Cuz there she gits the new receipts for
makln’ cakes an’ pie.
An’ Cousin Henry reads the “Poultry
News ’—he's raisin’ chicks—
But pa don’t care a durn fer anything
but politics!
An' grnn’na reads the story that’s “con
tinued in our next,”
An’ gran’ma reads the sermons, an’ re
members ev'ry text.
She hunts the “dally puzzle” up an’ sits
there half the night
A-figurln' the answer, an’ she alius gits
it right.
We have to g»ve the paper up to pa from
five to six
Cuz he comes home to supper then an’
jest reads polities!
The column called "House Beautiful” ma
rez she most enjoys:
The "Juvenile Department" Is the bully
thing fer boys.
An’ then there is the "Art News”—sister’s
Interested there.
But fer the "Fashion Notes” they print
ma doesn’t seent to care.
An’ us l'er pa. he wishes that the editors
would fix
Things in the paper so they’d print a
lot more politics!
—E. A. Brinlnstool.
Mrs. Curl Muck, wife of the new di
rector of the Boston symphony orches
tra, is so font! of America that she says
she has no desire to return to Berlin.
She contemplates taking several courses
at Hadcliffe In the near future, and if
her husband remains here, may go in
for a degree.
WOULDN’T YOU LIKE
TO OWN THESE PETS?!
Naturalist in Hamburg Has a '
Brood ofaYoung Pythons,
First Born in Captivity.
- i
From the London Tribune.
Most people know that vipers bring
forth their young aiive and that the
common English grass snake deposits
its eggs to be hatched by the heat of
decaying matter. Some of the great
constricting snakes, however, exercise .
a cert.in amount of care over their I
eggs, gathering them in a heap and
coning around them till the young
make their way out or are helped into
the world by the kindly offices of the
keepers who break away the hardened
shell.
A case of this kind occurred with tin
Indian python in the Tower menagerie
in the early part of the last century,
and others are on record at the Jardin
des Plantes in Paris, the Regents Park
gardens and at a later date in those
at Leipsle. An incubation which has
been unusually Successful is just re
cord from the Tierpark of Herr August
Fockelmann at Gross-Borstel, near
Hamburg.
In August last he bought a large
reticulated python from a sailor trad- I
ing to the East. Within a month she |
began to lay eggs, and when one was
examined it was found to contain a i
partly developed embryo. As time went j
on others were opened, and in this way
the proprietor obtained a series of i
specimens of young in different stages
of development. The mother python :
paid the greatest attention to her eggs, j
leaving them only at night, when she j
went tor a time Into the bath.
The general results appear to be far j
better than have hitherto been ob
tained. At Regent’s park, though It
was found that the eggs had been fer
tilized. no living were produced. At
Gross-Borstel twenty-seven young py- I
thons came out, and their owner de
scribed them as very lively little rep- j
tiles, with much the appearance of !
common grass snakes, measuring from
22 Inches to 30 Inches In length and
biting readily at anything offered to
them with sufficient force to make an
impression on one’s finger.
On November 25 they took food for 1
the first time—white mice of a pretty
good size, All appear to be in the best ;
possible condition and should they '
reach maturity the fact of their having
been hatched In confinement will no
doubt enhance their value considerably,
for this appears to be the first instance
In which this particular species has so
bred.
Out of Sight.
Washington Star: Philetus M. Hei
fer has established a college among the
prisoners at Auburn, N. Y., the faculty
being composed of convicts, who are
graduates of Oxford, Harvard, Yale j
and other great universities.
Discussing his odd college scheme re- I
centlv Mr. Heifer said:
“But anything is good for convicts
that interests, cheers and encourages
them. Discourage them, scorn them,
nag at them, and you rouse the latent j
evil in them even as It was roused the |
other day in a frail and beautiful New
York typewriter girl.
"This refined creature worked for a
rather cranky old broker. The broker
found a good deal of unjust fault with
her, but she was gentle and patient,
and put up with him in silence.
“One morning, however, he turned
up In a quite Insupportable humor.
■' 'Look at my desk!' he roared. 'All
in disorder! All in confusion! AH’
“ 'But, sir.' the young gtri Interrupted
mildly, 'you have often told me never i
to touch your desk.'
•' 'Well, I dor.’t want you to disturb !
my papers.’ he admitted. And then his
eye caught a sheet of postage stamps. I
'But look at these stamps. I don’t want
them here.' he shouted.
"She took up the stamps.
“ 'Where shall I put them, sir?' she
said.
" 'Ah,' he snarled, 'put 'em anywhere
—anywhere out of sight.'
"She flushed.
“ 'Very well, sir,’ she said icily; and,
giving the stamps a quick lick with her
pretty tongue, she stuck the big sheet
on his bald head and departed to look I
for another job.”
Married 100 Years.
A world's record has just been created
by the celebration In the little village of
Isonbolgi, Hungary, of the anniversary
of a wedding which occurred Just 100 years
ago. All Hungary is interested, and the
emperor has asked the authorities to for
ward to him official particulars, so that he
can personally congratulate the couple.
The long wedded couple are named Szath
marl. The husband is 120 years old and the
wife 110. They have hundreds of descend
ants in and around the village. A score
of years ago there was a celebration In
honor of the man's 100th birthday, and ap
plication was made to the Hungarian gov
ernment for a pension. It was granted
after the records of the village bad been
examined and the mkn’s age verified. Four
years later the woman also was granted
a pension. The old people live In a modest
cottage, and are well looked after by rela
tives. They are nearly blind and deaf, and
sleep nearly all the time. The man, how
ever, still enjoys his pipe and glass of
wine, and neither is bedridden. It Is a
strange fact that in all their years they '
have never left the village, and know
nothing of the great world outside of
Isonbolgi. They were both born there,
and have lived continuously a quiet and
peaceful life. The celebration of their 100th
wedding day was participated In by the
entire village, which is proud of having
established, without any doubt, a world #
record.
ffrf
Three Engagements.
I Ethel—Did you have a show at the |
| seaside resort?
J Edith—Yes; a three-ring show. I
I AM
A MOTHER
IIow many American women in
lonely homes to-day long for this
blessing to come into their lives, and
to be able to utter these words, bub
because of some organic derange
ment this happiness is denied them.
Every woman interested in this
subject should know that prepara
tion for healthy maternity is
accomplished by the use of
LYDIA E.P)NKHAM’S
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Mrs. Maggie Gilmer, of West
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from a weakness peculiar to my sex,
when Lydia E. Pinkham’a Vegetable
Compound was recommended to me. It
not only restored rne to perfect health,
but to my delight I am a mother.”
Mrs. Josephine Hall,of Bardstown,
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-• I was a very great sufferer from
female troubles, and my physician failed
to help me. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound not only restored m«
to perfect health, but I am now a proud
mother.”
FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN.
For thirty years Lydia E. Pink
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from roots and herbs, has been the
standard remedy for female ills,
and has positively cured thousands of
women who have been troubled with
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periodic pains, backache, that bear
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tion, dizziness or nervous prostration.
Why don’t you try it ?
Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick
women to write her for advice.
She has guided thousands to
health. Address, Lynn, Mass.
An Unappreciative Son.
Sar. Francisco Chronicle: "Just after
Ms election ns Governor of Mass#
ihusetts,” says Representative McCall,
Mr. Crane sent Ills son Robert to at
tend a military school in New York,
rhe younger Crane, by reason of his
manly ways anil modest disposition,
soon made hirnself solid with the (acui
ty. There was an oral examination one
lay, during the course of which young
'rune was asked to give the name of
the governor ol Massachusetts. After
x moment's hesitation Robert replied:
" I don't know, sir.'
"Amazed at this unexpected answer,
the teacher exclaimed:
'What! You don't know who is the
governor of your own state? Reflect,
my boy!'
" Very sorry, sir,' said the boy quiet
ly, ‘but I really don't know.’
" 'Why Robert,’ t ried the instructor,
don't you know that your father la
the governor of Massachusetts?'
" 'Oh, cotne to think of it,' responded
the youngester, 'I believe he did tell
me something o( the sort: but I didn’t
take much stock In it. I thought ha
was joshing me.’ "
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Music Beneath the Stars.
(In memory of A. St.-G.)
Music beneath the stars—remembering him
Who music loved, and who on such a
night
Had. through white paths celestial,
winged his flight.
Hearing the chanting of the cherubim.—
Which even or- ears seem now to appre
hend.—
Rising and falling in waves of splendid
sound
That bear our grieving spirits from th*
ground •
And with eternal things lift them and
blend.
Now Bach's great Aria charms the starlit
dark;
Now soars the Largo, high angelical.
Soothing all mortal sorrow on that
breath;
And now, O sweet and sovereign stralni
Now hark
Of mighty Beethoven the rise and fall,
—Such music 'neath the stars abolished
death.
—R. W. Gilder, in the March Atlantic.
At the Races.
Jonson—Hello! old sport. Been pick
ing the winners?
Tomson—No. I've been picking th«
lo3ers.
There are 12,147 Chinese In New York
City.
Uncertain.
Baltimore American: "Has your em
ployer any degree of perspicacity?"
"He has some queer kind of fits, but
I dumm what the doctor calls It."
Getting in Print.
"You arc writing a good deal for thk
newspapers. 1 see."
"Yes. The magazines won't buy It."
Over $12.0»0,ClO0 was given by the
church of England last year for phl
Inathropk work.
The present population of Germany It
a,..,iot 67.u0tl.00o.
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