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Heard from His Note in a Bottle. Platt Correspondence to the Minneapolis Journal. While on his way to Germany about a year ago Edward Reese wrote Ills name and address on a card, which he placed in a bottle, and after care fully sealing threw the bottle Into the ocean about midway between the two continents. A day or two ago he re ceived a letter from Theodore Schultz, dated at Hrooklngs. S. D., In which Schultz Informed him that he was the finder of the bottle. Schultz before coming to America resided on the coast of Denmark, and one day while stroll ing along the coast of that country discovered and took possession of the bottle, which had floated ashore from fnldocean. To the Blush of Edna’s Cheek. Thou lucky blush! Let me repeat With warm and firm Insistence, I envy thee thy short and fleet Yet happiest existence! Thy life Is briefer than the rose; And yet, could I but live It, Were every treasure that man knows Mine own, I’d gladly give It. But since there’s not for me the bliss, Thou crlmBon blush to be thee, I can at least bestow a ltlss. And then. In rapture, see thee! —Charles Hanson Towns. According to Hoyle. Miss Pert—I believe In calling a spade a spade. Chappelgh—Sure. It would we wl dlculous, you know, to call It a heart, a club or a diamond. The customs service of China esti mates the total population of that country at 438,214,000. FITC St. Dane* and Nerrona uieeaaea DPP* ■ ■ ■ ^ naftnently cured b* Dr. Kline'a Uriel Nanr* lUetover Sand for PR!*K $9.00 trial bottle and ti entire. DR. R. H. BUNK, Ld.. Wl Arch Street. Philadelphia, Pm A Village Utopia. From the London Globe. An agricultural village in which half the houses are on the telephone, where the cottages can ring up the shop keepers in the neighboring towns and order their stores without taking the journey, where the village school has been transformed Into a paradise which Is to the children a perpetual joy, where there are motor cars for the teachers and a motor launch for the youngsters—it sounds like “News from Nowhere," and yet it really is In the very heart of England. The village Utopia Is, says "Progress," Bredon’a Norton, In Worcestershire, five miles from Tewkesbury. The village until the advent of the present owner was in the tumbledown condition which Is typical of so many decaying agricultu ral villages in England today. The vil lage school was managed In the bad, old, inefficient style, and the villagers were as much cut off from communica tion with the outside world as If they had been In the center of the African continent. The first step was to cut sip the estate into small holdings of ifrom five to 26 acres; the next to re store and beautify the old manor house and establish there a woman’s agricul tural club, where now about 30 women (are studying agriculture under com petent toachers. This club is now self ■MUppoi'ting. The next attack was on <th« village school, and after a hard <fight with the education authorities the .reformers persuaded them to allow the ■whole school to be run on true federal {principles. Two trained teachers from ;the Froebel educational Institute have ibeen brought from London, and the 'whole teaching up to the history •tandard Is arranged with a view to the draining of the eye. and, Indeed, the whole body, to assist the brain. We are told that “the finest gramophone places the best music of the day at the disposal of the children.” L The Greatest Ever. ' Ulnlcs—Who was the greatest liar known? Winks—Old Rip Van Winkle. Dinks—How do you figure that out? Winks—Why, didn’t he He In the woods for 20 years? “THE PALE GUtL.” Did Not Knew Coffee Wu The Canse, la- cold weather some people think a cup of hot coffee good to help keep warm. So it Is—for a short time but the drug—caffeine—acts on the heart to weaken the circulation ami the re action Is to cause more chilliness. There is a hot. wholesome drink which a Dak. girl found after a time, makes the blood warm and the heart •trong. She says: "Having lived for five years in N. Dak., I have used considerable coffee owing to the cold climate. As a result I had u dull headache regularly, suf fered from Indigestion, and had no ‘life’ in me. "1 was known as ‘the pale girl’ and people thought I was just weakly. After a time 1 had heart trouble and became very nervous, never knew what It was to be real well. Took medicine but it never seemed to do any good. "Since being married my husband and I both have thought coffee was harming us and we would quit, only to begin again, nlibougb we felt it was the same as i (Olson to us. “Then we got sene Dostum. Well, the effect was really wonderful. My complexion is clear now. headache gone, and I have a great deal of energy 1 had never known while drinking cof fee. "I haven’t been troubled with Indi gestion since using Dostum, an; not uervous, and need no medicine. We have a little girl and t.oy who both love Postmn ami thrive on it and Grape-Nuts.” "There’s a Reason." Name given by Dostum Co.. Doirtle Creek. Midi. Read “The Road to Well ville." in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest. I __THE_— Story of Francis Cludde A Romance of Queen Mary's Reign, j BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN. CHAPTER XXIII. The north wall of the church at Co- . ton End is only four paces from the | house, the church standing within the moat Isolated as the sacred building, therefore, is from the outer world by the wide spreading chase and close massed with the homestead. Sir An thony had some excuse for consider ing It as much a part of his demesne as the mill or the smithy. In words he would have been willing to admit a distinction, but in thought I fancy he lumped It with the rest of his posses It was with a lowering eyes that on this Sunday morning he watched from his room over 1he gateway the usuaual stream of people making for the church. Perchance he had In his mind other Sundays—Sundays when he had walked out at this hour, light of heart and kind of eye, with his staff in his fist, and his glove dangling, and his dog at his heels, and, free from care, had taken pleasure In each bonnet doffed and each old wife’s “God bless ye. Sir Anthony!” Well, those days were gone. Now the rain dripped from the eaves—for a thaw had come In trie night—and the bells that could on oc casion ring so cheerily sounded sad and forlorn. His daughter, when she came, according to custom, bringing his great service book, could scarcely look him In the face. I know not whether even then his resolution to dare all might not at sound of a word from her or at sight of her face have melted like yes terday’s ice, but before the word could be spoken or the eyes meet another step rang on the stone staircase, and Brother Ferdinand entered. "They are here!” he said In a low voice. "Six of them, Anthony, and stur dy fellows, ns all Clopton’s men are. If you do not think your people will stand by you"— The knight fired at tills suggestion. "What," he burst out, turning from the window, "If r’luddc men cannot meet Flopton men, lhe times are In deed gone mad! Make way and let me come! Though the mass be never said again In C'oton church, It shall be said today!" And he swore a great oath. He strode dpwn the stairs and under the gateway, wnete were arranged, ac cording to the custom of the house on wet days, all the servants, with Bald win and Martin Euther at their head. The knight stalked through them with a gloomy brow. His brother followed him, a faint smile flickering about the corners of his mouth. Then came Fer dinand’s wife and Petronllla, the latter with her hood drawn close about her face; Anne, with her chin In the air and her eyes aglow. "It Is not a bit of a bustle will scare her!” Balwln muttn ed as he fell In behind her and eyed her back with no great favor. "No, so long as it does not touch her,” Martin replied In a cynical whisp er. "She Is well mated—well mated and 111 fated! Ha. ha!" silence, root: growieci ms compan ion angrily. "Is this a time for antics?” "Aye It Is!” Martin retorted swiftly, though with the snme caution, "for, when wise men turn fools, fools are put to It to act up to their profession! You see, brother?" And he deliberately cut a caper. His eyes were glistening, and the nerves on one side of his face twitched oddly. Baldwin looked at him and muttered that Martin was go ing to have one of his mad fits. What has grown on the fool of late? The knight reached the church porch and passed through the crowd which awaited him there. Save for its un usual size and some strange faces to he seen on Its skirts, there was no In dication of trouble. He walked, tap ping his stick on the pavement a little more loudly than usual, to Ills place In the front pew. The household, the vil lagers. the strangers, pressed In behind him until every seat was filled. Even the table monument of Sir Piers Oludde, which stood lengthwise in the aisle, was seized upon, and If the two similar monuments which stood to right and left below the chancel steps had not been under the knight's eyes they, too, would have been Invaded. Yet all was done decently and in order, but no scrambling or ill words. The Olopton men were there. Baldwin had marked them well, and so had a dozen stout fellows, sons of Sir Anthony’s tenants. But they behaved discreetly, and amid such silence as Father Oarey never re membered to have faced he began the Roman service. The December light fell faintly through the east window on the father at his ministrations, on his small acolytes, on the four Oludde brasses before the altar. It fell everywhere— on gray dusty walls buttressed by gray tombs which left but a narrow space In the middle of the chancel. The mar ble crusader to the left matched the canopied bed of Sir Anthony’s parents on the right, the abbess’ tomb tn the next row faced the plainer monument of Sir Anthony’s wife, a vacant place by her side awaiting his own efflgy, and there wore others. The chancel was so small—nay, the church, too—so small and old nnd giay and solid and the tombs were so massive that they el bowed one another. The very dust which rose as men stirred was the dust of Chidden. Sir Anthony's brow re laxed. He listened gravely and sadly. And then the Interruption came. ”1 I protest!" a rough voice In rear of the 1 crctvd cried suddenly, ringing harshly fthd strangely above the father's ac I cents and the solemn hush. "I protest I against this service!" A thrill of astonishment ran through the crowd, and all rose. Every man In the church turned round, Sir Anthony among the first, and looked In the di rection of the voice. Then It was seen that the Olopton men had massed themselves about the door In the south west corner, a strong position, when re treat was easy. Father Carey, after a I momentary glance, went on as If he I had not heard, hut his voice shook, and i all still waited with their faces turned toward the west end. ) 1 protest tn the name of the queen!" ' the same man crier sharply, while his fellow raised a murmur so that the : priest's voice was drowned. ! Sir Anthony stepped Into the aisle, Ids face inflamed with anger. The ln Interruptlon taking place there, In that place, seemed to him a double i profanation. ' "Who Is that brawler?" he said, his { hand trembling on his staff, and all the old dames trembled too. "Let him stand out.” I The sheriff's spokesman was so con cealed by his fellows that he could not be seen, but he answered civilly i enough. | "I am no brawler." he said. “I only ! require the law to be observed, and that you know. sir. I am here on behalf of the sheriff, and 1 warn all present that . a continuation of this service will ex ! pose them to grievous pains and pen alties. If you desire it. 1 will read the royal order to prove that I do not speak without warrant.” “Begone, knave, you and your fel lows!" Sir Anthony cried. A loyal man -——--- I In all els*', and the last to deny the queen's right or title, he had no reasonable answer to give and could only bluster. "Begone, do you hear?" he repeated, and he rapped his staff on the pavement, and then, raising It, pointed to the door. All Coton thought the men must go, but the men, perhaps, because they were Clopton, did not go. And Sir An thony had not so completely lost hls head as to proceed to extremities, ex tremities, except In the last resort. Af fecting to consider the Incident at an end, he stepped back to his pew with out waiting to see whether the man obeyed him or no and resumed hls de votions. Father Carey, at a nod from him, went on with the interrupted ser vice. But again the priest had barely read a dozen lines before the same man made the congregation start by crying loudly, “Stop!" "Go on!" shouted Sir Anthony In a voice of thunder. "At your peril!” retorted the Inter vener. “Go on!” from Sir Anthony again. Father Carey stood silent, trembling and looking from one to the other. Many a priest of hls faith would have rlson on the storm, and In the spirit of Hildebrand hurled hls church’s curse at the Intruder. But the father was not of these, and he hesitated, fumbling with hls surplice with hls feeble white hands. He feared as much for hls patron as for himself, and It was on the knight that hls eyes An ally rested. But Sir Anthony’s brow was black He got no comfort there. So the father took courage and a long breath, opened hls mouth and began to read on amid the hush of suppressed excitement and of such anger and stealthy deAance as surely English church had never seen before. As he read, however, he gathered courage and hls voice strength. The solemn words, so ancient, so familiar, fell on the still ness of the church and awed even the sheriff's men. To the surprise of near ly every one, there was no further In terruption. The service ended quietly. So, after all, Sir Antnony had his way and stalked out, stiff and unbend ing. Nor was there any falling off, but rather an Increase, in the respect with which hls people rose, according to custom, as he passed. Yet under that Increase of respect lay a something which cut the old man to the heart. He saw that hls dependents pitied him while they honored him; that they thought him a fool for running hls head against a stone wall—as Mar lin Luther put It—even while they felt that there was something grand in It too. During the rest or the day he went about his usual employments, but probably with little zest. He had done what he hnd done without any clear idea how he was going to proceed. Be tween his loyalty in all else and his treason In this It would not have been easy for a Solomon to choose a con sistent path. And Sir Anthony was no Solomon. He chose at last to carry himself as if there was no danger, as If the thing which happened were unimportant. He ordered no change and took no precautions. He shut his ears to the whisperings which went on among the servants and his eyes to the watch which by some secret order of Baldwin was kept upon the Ridge way. It was something of a shock to him, therefore, when his daughter came to him after breakfast next morning look ing pale and heavy eyed, and breaking through the respect which had hitherto kept her silent begged him to go away. "To go away?" he cried. He rose from his oak chair and glared at her. Then his feelings found their easiest vent in anger. "What do you mean, glrr?" he blustered. "Go away? Go where." But she did not quail. Indeed she had her suggestion ready. “To the Mere farm In the forest, sir." she answered earnestly. "They will not look for you there, and Mar tin says—” "Martin? The fool!” His face grew redder and redder. This wns too mrlt. He loved order and discipline, and to be advised In such matters by a woman and a fool! It was Intolerable! “Go to, girl!" he cried, fuming. "I wondered where you had got your tale so pat. So you and the fool have been putting your heads together? Go! Go and spin and leave these matters to men! Do you think that my brother, after traveling the world over, has not got a head on his shoulders? Do you think, If there were danger, he and I would not have fore seen It?” He waved his hand and turned away, expecting her to go. but Petronilla did not go. She hnd something else to say, and though the task was painful she was resolved to say It. "Father, one word," she murmured. "About my uncle.” "Well, well? What about him?” "I distrust him, sir," she ventured In a low tone, her color rising. “The ser vants do not like him. They fear him and suspect of him I know not what.” "The servants!" Sir Anthony an swered In an awful tone. Indeed It was not the wisest thing she could have said, but the conse quences were averted by a sudden alarm and shouting outside. Half a dozen voices, shrill or threatening, seemed to rise at once. The knight strode to the window, but the noise appeared to come, not from the Chase upon which It looked, but from the. court yard or rear of the house. Sir Anthony caught up his stick and fol lowed by the girl, ran down the steps. He pushed aside half a dozen womeh who had likewise been attracted by the noise and hastened through the nar row passage which led to the wooden bridge In the rear of the buildings. Here, In the close on the far side of the meat, a strange scene was passing. A dozen horsemen were grouped In the middle of the field about a couple of prisoners, while around the gate by which they had entered stood as many men on foot, headed by Baldwin and armed with pikes and staves. These seemed to be taunting the cavaliers and daring them to come on. On the wood en bridge by which the knight stood were half a dozen of the servants, also I armed. Sir Anthony recognized in the I leading horseman Sir Philip Clopton, and in the prisoners Father Carey and one of the woodmen, and In a moment he comprehended what had happenel. The sheiiff, In the most unnelghborly manner, Instead of ehollenulng his front door, had stolen lip to the' rear of the , house, and without saying with your leave or by your leave had snapped up the poor priest, who happened to he wandering In that direction. Probably : he had intended to force an entrance, 'but he had laid aside the plan when he saw his only retreat menaced by the watchful Baldw’ln, who was not to be caught napping. The knight took all this/in at a glance, and his gorge ro3e as much at the Clopton men’s trick as ^ at the danger in which Father Carey | stood. So he lost his head and made matters worse. "Who are these vll- ! Iains," he cried In a rage, his face ! aflame, “who come attacking men's i houses in time of peace? Begone, or I ' will have at ye!" Sir Anthony," Clopton cried, Inter- - rupting him, “In heaven’s name, do not carry the thing farther! Give me way j in the queen's name, and I will-" j What he would do was never known, j for at that last word, away at the '■ house, behind Sir Anthony, there was j a puff of smoke, and down went tlfe ' sheriff headlong, horse and man, while the report of an arquebus rang dully round the building. The knight gazed, horrified, but the damage was done and could not be undone—nay, more, the Coton men took the sound for a signal. With a shout, before Sir An- I thony could Interfere, they made a ! dash for the group of horsemen. The latter, uncertain and hampered by the ! fall of their leader, who was not hit, : but was stunned beyond giving orders, : did the best they could. They let their j prisoners go with a curse, and then, raising Sir Philip and forming a rough line, they charged toward the gate by which they had entered. The footmen stood the brunt gallant ly, and for a moment the sharp ringing of quarter staves and the shivering of stoel told of as pretty a combat as ever took place on level sward In full view of an English home. The spectators could see Baldwin doing wonders. His men backed him up bravely, but in the end the Impetus of the horses told, the footmen gave way and fled aside, and the strangers passed them. A little more skirmishing took place at the gateway, Sir Anthony's men being deaf to all his attempts to call them off, and then the Clopton horse got‘ clear, and shaking their fists and vowing ven geance rode off toward the forest. They left two of their men on the field, how ever, one with a broken arm and one with a shattered kneecap, while the house party on their side, besides sun dry knocks and bruises, could show one deep sword cut, a broken wrist and half a dozen nasty wounds. "My poor little girl!" Sir Anthony whispered to himself as he gazed with scared eyes at the prostrate men and the dead horses and comprehended what had happened. "This is a hang ing business! In arms against the queen! What am I to do?” And as he went back to the house In a kind of stupor he muttered again: "My little girl! My poor little girl!” I fancy that In this terrible crisis he looked to get support and comfort from his brother, that old campaigner who had seen so many vicissitudes and knew by heart so many shifts. But Ferdinand, though he thought the event unlucky, had little to say and less to suggest and seemed Indeed to have be come on a sudden flaccid and luke warm. Sir Anthony felt himself thrown on his own resources. “Who fired the shot?" he asked, looking about the room In a dazed fashion. "It was that which did the mischief,” he con tinued, forgetting his own hasty chal lenge. "I think It must have been Martin Luther, Ferdinand answered. But Martin Luther, when he was ac cused, denied this stoutly. He had been so far along the Ridgeway, he 3aid, that, though he had returned at once on hearing the shot fired, he had arrived too lats for the fight. The fool’s stomach for a fight was so well known that this seemed probable enough, and though some still sus pected him the origin of the unfortu nate signal was never clearly deter mined, though In after days shrewd guesses were made by some. For a few hours it seemed as if Sir Anthony had sunk into his former state of indecision. But when Petronilla came again to him soon after noon to beg him to go Into hiding she found his mood had altered. “Go to the Mere farm?" he said, not angrily now, but firmly and quietly. "No, girl, I cannot. I have been in fault, and I must stay and pay for it. If I left these poor fel lows to bear the brunt, I could never hold up my head again. But do you go now and tell Beldwln to eome to me.” She went and told the stern, down looking steward, and he came up. "Baldwin.” said the knight when the door was shut and the two were alone, "you are to dismiss to their homes all the tenants—who have Indeed been called out without my orders. Bid them go and keep the peace, and I hope they will not be molested. For you and Father Carey, you must go into hiding. The Mere farm will be best.” “And what of you. Sir Anthony?” the steward asked, amazed at this act of folly. “I shall remain here,” the knight re plied. with dignity. "You will be taken,” said Baldwin, after a pause. "Very well,” said the knight. The man shrugged his shoulders and was silent. "What do you mean?” asked Sir An thony In anger. “Why, just that I cannot do It,” Baldwin answered, glowering at him, with a flush on his dark cheek. "That is what I mean. Let the priest go. I cannot go and will not." “Then you will be hanged!” quoth the knight warmly. "You have been in arms against the queen, you fool! You will be hanged as sure as you stay here!” (Continued Next Week.) Ate $30 Worth of Peaches. From the Chicago Evening Post. 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 cab inet. He scoured the markets of Wash ington for delicacies. For fruit, he de cided he would have peaches. It was in the middle of February, and there were no peaches in Washington. He found a man in New York who said he could get some, and Whitney ordered several baskets. The dinner was a great success. In discussing it next day Judge Lamar said: "Those peaches were fine, Mr. Whit ney. Where did you get them?” "In New York." Mr. Whitney said. "A man there found them for me." "Peaches in February are certainly a great treat." continued Lamar. “If It is a fair question, how much did they cost?" "They cost *43 a dozen,” said Whit ney. And did President Cleveland eat any of them? He is so found of fruit." "Did he eat any of them?” exploded Whitney. "I thought he rather crowd ed the mourners. He ate five!” Under Fire. A calvary oilicer who had by no means distinguished himself in the South African war retired from the ser vice and built himself a villa in a re mote spot on the coast of Devonshire. He was showing it to a friend one day, and remarked: The one difficulty I have is about a name for the house. I should like to hit upon something suitable—something appropriate to my military career, you know.” "I see," replied his friend; “then why not call it ’The Retreat?’ ’’ Of known iron ore the south has more than all the known ore supply of the rest of the country. In this it has the foundation for duplicating all the iron and steel industry of the United States. RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PANIC OF 1857 One of the Country's Historic Financial Crashes and the Quick Recovery, Louis Wlndmuller, of the firm of Louis Wlndmuller & Roelker, discussed yesterday some of the points of similar ity between the famous panic of 1857 and the recent financial depression. "In both panics,” he observed yesterday, “financial relations with railroads wero at the beginning of the trouble. In 1857 It was because of the too rapid expan sion of the railroads and the confidence of their promoters, who induced banks to Invest heavily on the expectation that towns and a paying population would spring up quickly along the new lines. When tills prosperity failed to materialize and the securities the banks 'had purchased fell far below the pur chase price the crash came. The re cent depression of 1907 really started In March of last year, when there was an expectation of reappraisal by the government of the railroads in which financial Institutions had large hold ings. This started the decline that ended with the closing of so many banks and trust companies. "The panic of 1857 came like a bolt out of a blue sky, and it caught nearly '.everyone by surprl ■There were a few of us, however, who early In the summer drew out all the cash we could from our banks and kept It. 1 was one of the few. Why I did it I cannot now recall. I am pretty certain, though, 'that I had no definite sense of im pending disaster. It may have been a premonition, but it was lucky. The prime importance of having cash at that time was even greater than dur ing the trouble last fall. We did not 'have the makeshift of clearing house certificates, and many of the bank 'notes in circulation were of the wild cat variety. Each state had its own flanking system. There were two sorts pf hanks. The better sort of these de posited a safety fund with the state treasurer to insure their circulation and 1 to protect their creditors. The notes of ;these banks passed usually at face value. The second class, called 'free panks’ and 'wildcat banks,’ deposited pimply enough to secure the note hold fel-s. The notes from these banks some- j times suffered as much as 10 per cent idiscount. i "Under such conditions it is not suar- ' .prising that credit was high, and I know a merchant who paid 1 per cent j for the use of a certain sum for a sin- ; gle day. You can understand that with such rates business men began to> fall 'and factories to shut down. The de gression, the suffering and the excite ment far overshadowed the crisis last tj-tr, because the country has grown enormously In wealth and our banking system and currency have improved. The worst panic we ever have had, in my opinion, was that of 1873.” Regarding the rapid recovery from the panic of 1857, Mr. Wlndmuller said: '"All the banks in the country outside of Js’ew York suspended, as 1 recollect, \vith the exception of the banks in Sam Francisco. 1 But it was late in the summer, and that year we had unprecedentedly large crops. These saved the day, and soon gold began to come In from Europe and from San Francisco. In the early winter that year business be gan to struggle to Its feet, and condi tions were normal by the spring of 1858. This year we are promised a bumper crop, and I believe the effects of the recent depression will be virtually wiped out as a result.” Th« First Day of School. The first day of school is the best flay of • - .'You feel so importajit and happy ana tall! lYou have some new dresses, and m your new books, !New studies with lovely queer Jumble aind. e rooks* And teacher looks fresh and a little bit fat, And wears the most flummery, summery fSTou wonder how some day ’twill feel to be old. And never bo scolded, and never ba “toUt” The blackboard is painted ail shiny and! black-“ And somehow, it really is good to be bw(;lt. There's Amy and Harriet, Mary and Gwen, And Maribei Mathers, who has the goMt pen. And Maribel's doing her hair a new way. And has a new bracelet that's locked on , to stay. lYou wish that mama woven t so strict about things— tThat you could wear brooches ana brace lets und rings, ,We don't have to study the first day, at a". And teacher, quite often, goes out In the hall; _ , , We whisper, but teacher comes back with a smile— [We'll have to behave better after a while. jOh, summer vacation is splendid, of course, (With the lake, and the farm, and the boat, and the horse; But truly I love the first uay. in the fall. When school seems real fun—'tis the best day of all! —Edna Kingsley Wallace In September St. Nicholas. The Key to Real Success. W. D. Howells, In Harper's Magazine for September. A prime qualification for success In any art, trade, or profession is the love of It, though love alone will by no means bring success In it. The love must be reciprocal; that Is, the vocation must desire Its fol lower, for reasons which there Is no find ing out, and which must remain as much a mystery to him as to any of his wit nesses. "She was love-worthy," says Heine, in treating of a more passional case, "and he loved her; but he was not love-worthy, and she loved him not." The fond youth, university-bred or self-made, may have ever so great a desire for jour nalism, but journalism will have no de sire for him, unless he lias the peculiar charm for it which commands affection in all cases. He can only prove the fact by trying, and by longing to try with a long ing that excludes the hope of every other reward beside the favor of the art he wishes to espouse. Riches, fame, power may be In the event, but they are not to he In the quest. The w-lsh to succeed In It for its own sake must be his first mo tive, and the sense of success In It must be his first reward; those other things must be left to add themselves, without his striving for them. So far as lie strives for them, they will alloy und dilute his journalistic success. Competition. Front the Nashville American. “Mrs. Jones had a most delicious bit of scandal to tell Mrs. Brown, and the latter wouldn’t give her a chance to let go of It." "I thought she reveled In such things." 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