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Ulattsmoutli Journal C. W. SHI K.nAN, Pnbll.lier. P LATTSilOUTII. t , NEBRASKA. LITTLE-OH-DEAR. See what wonderful garden Is here, tUanted and trimmed for my Llttle-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown Bearch ye the country and hunt ye the town, And never ye'll meet with a garden ao queer As this one I re made for my Little-Oh-Denr! Marigolds red, and buttercups blue, tLilles.aU dabbled In honey and dew. The cactus that trails over trellis and wall. Jtosies and pansles and violets all Make proper obeisance and reverent cheer "When into her garden steps Little-Oh-Dear! And up at the top of that lavender tree A silver bird slngeth as only can she; t'or, ever and only, she slngeth the song: 'Hove you! I love you I" the happy day long I Then the echo the echo that smiteth me her: X love you I love you, my Uttle-Uh-Dearl The garden may wither, the silver bird fly But what careth my little precious, or 1? From her pathway of flowers that In spring time upstart. She walketh the tenderer way in my heart! And. oh! it is always the summer-time her. With that song of "I love you." my Llttle-Oh-Dear! Chicago Record. ANARCHIST CONSPIRACY. yA. French Officer's Revenge on Three Fiends. In hi office at New Scotland Yard Ot Inspector Murphy, chief of the 'specials' told oil to keep watch over the anarchists. lie was engrossed in .the perusal of a large official-looking document, when he was interrupted toy the entrance of two of his princi pal subordinates. Detective Sergeants Mulligan and Magee. They had come to inquire if he had any orders to give them before they left the" "Yard" for the night. "Ah, boys," said the inspector, look ing up, "I was just going1 to send for you." "More work, sir?" asked Mulligan. "Aye, and hot work, too," answered the inspector, with a significant shake of his head. "I have just received word from the French police that Lu cien Miasme, Louis Roche and Jean Lerat, who disappeared from Paris Rome weeks ago, are reported to be in London." "Miasme, Roche and Lerat," repeat ed Mulligan, thoughtfully. "They are . the fellows who were tried for that Notre Dame affair, aren't they?" "Yes, asd who should have been hanged for it," replied the inspector. I was in Paris at the time, and at tended the trial. There was no doubt but they were guilty they themselves hardly denied it but the case was mis managed, and the jury wero scared for their own skins, and the end of it was that three most villainous murderers were let loose on society again." "It was a big business, that Notre Dame explosion," said Mageo. "Faith, big enough for anything. The church was full of people women and children chiefly and scores of them were killed or injured. One family the Comte de la Targe and his wife and two daughtars who was sit ting just where the bomb exploded, were simply wiped out. I believe, at this moment, the only representative Df the De la Targe family existing is the son, who, at the time of the out rage, and now, too, for all I know, was serving with his regiment in Siara." "If that son ever meets Miasme, Roche and Lerat there'll be trouble, I expect." was Mulligan's comment "Yes; it was reported in the French papers that when he heard the result of the trial he swore be would have the blood of his mother's murderers yet. I dare say, however, he soon cooled down. At any rate, he has made no move, and that's seven months ago. But to business. The French police tell me that Miasme, Roche and Lerat are said to be here for the purpose of committing out rages in revenge for our surrendering that ruffian Marquis. They say, too, that they are well supplied with money, though where it comes from is a mystery. If that's the case, the sooner we get on their track the bet ter." The inspector paused for a moment and searched among the papers on his desk. Then he handed to the de tective several photographs. "These," he said, "are portraits of the three ruffians, taken when they were in prison in Paris. Look at them well, and see that you don't forget the rascals' faces." The two detectives examined the photographs closely. An anxious and prolonged consultation followed. When it was ended midnight was far past. The two detectives left the "Yard" and turned down the dark and silent embankment. The difficulties and re sponsibility of the task that night committed to them lay heavy on their minds. Neither of the men fpoke as they walked slowly along, lost in anx ious thought. Suddenly Mulligan stopped and caught Magee tightly by the arm. At the same instant there was a brilliant flash of reddish light about two hun dred yapds in front of them. The next second a tremendous report almost deafened them. For a moment the two detectives were too dumfounded to think or act. Mulligar., however, quickly pulled himself together. "The anarchists, by heaven!" he cried. "Come, Tom, we may catch the scoundrels yet." Without an instant's hesitation the two men dashed off at breakn-jok speed along the embank ment toward the spot where the explo sion had taken place. As they neared It they slackened their pace and kept a sharp lookout so that nothing might escape them in the darkness. A sec ond later they observed a dark mass lying huddled up on the pavement. They approached the object warily. It was the body of a man. A moment's examination showed that he had been killed by the explosion. His right arm was blown simply to fragments and his right sid was a bleeding mass of flesh and bones and clothe. He was quite dead. Detective Sergeant Mulligan struck a light and examined the dead man's face. "The chief hero of the Notre Dame explosion has exploded himself; the Lord be praised I" Subsequent investigation confirmed the detective's theory. They felt no doubt that the man killed that night was the redoubtable anarchist Louis Roche, and that he had perished by the premature explosion of the bomb he was carrying while on his way to commit some diabolical outrage. What the outrage intended was and how he had become possessed of the bomb which from the fragments dis covered about the scene of the ex plosion experts pronounced to be ot excellent workmanship were not known for some time. At length, however, another communication was received from the French police, which threw light on both these points and on many others besides. From this communication it ap peared that among anarchists in Paris it was said that the outrage intended was nothing less than the blowing up of the houses of parliament, or, at any rate, of the clock tower. The bomb had been prepared by a person passing among the anarchists under the name assumed, no doubt of La Revanche. This person was reported to be a man of some wealth and at the same time a skilled chemist, and he was devot ing both his talent and money to the cause of anarchism. lie appeared to be known personally to few of the brethren indeed, for purposes of safety, he mixed little with them, liv ing in rooms in the west end of Lon don, where he prepared his bombs, and meeting professed anarchists only from time to time in order to plan out rages and provide the means of carry ing them out. Miasme, Lerat and the late Roche were his especial intimates and his chosen instruments for effect ing his malignant purposes in fact, he had created some jealousy in an archist circles by refusing to place confidence in any others than those. The communication concluded by stating that the misadventure by which Louis Roche had lost his life had not in the slightest degree dis couraged La Revanche and his asso ciates, and that another attempt at outrage might be expected at any mo ment. According to the rumors circu lating among the militant anarchists in Paris this would probably take the form of an explosion at Woolwich arsenal, or at some of the government dockyards. On receiving this communication In spector Murphy had another consulta tion with his subordinates. "This," said Magee, when the in spector had stated the effect of the French police' communication, "this is a new development in anarchism the gentleman anarchist." "Ye, and a very awkward one, too," replied Mulligan. "We know some thing about Miasme and Lerat both about their ha ants and their appear ances but we know nothing about this La Revanche, except thai he is a gentleman and lives in the west end, and is probably a Frenchman. That's too vague to h-lp us much. We can't shadow every French gentleman living in West London, and yet while he's free there will be no cessation of out rages. It's true he is said now to em ploy only Miasme and Lerat, but even if we catch them he, will soon get other desperadoes to take, their places. He carries the sinews of war, and as long as he has money and a bomb manu factory we shall have plenty of out rages." "That's quite true," said Inspector Murphy. "The pressing question then is, how can we trap La Re vanche?" "I was thiaking," said Mulligan, "that when we're fortunate enough to trace Miasme and Lerat, we should not arrest thm only shadow them. La Revanche must meet them some time or other, and when he does we could shadow him until we discover wh ere his bomb factory is, then we might catch the lot." "A sensible, plan," answered the in spector. "Rut, no doubt, Miasme and Lerat meet others than La Revanche. Ucw could you tell which is which?" "Well, prob.ibly they don't meet many gentlemen French or other wise," argued Mulligan, "so we should thidow all the well-drossed people they speak to or have dealing with. At any rate, that seems to me the only chance of catching La Revanche." The inspector lay back in his chair and reflected. While he was doing so a messenger entered the room and handed him a telegram. He tore the envelope open and glanced at the message. Th?n he whistled. "By Jove!" he exclaimed; "they are going it. Just listen! "'Portsmouth, 11:20 p. m. Explosion in harbor. No injury to person or property. No trace of perpetrator of outrage. Send officer to investigate.' "What do you think of that?" "Looks like another bungle," said Mulligan, quietly. "Faith it does," answered the in spector, "but it may put us on the track ot the rascals. MulPgan, start you by the first train and make search ing inquiries." Mulligan did start by the first train and did make searching inquiries. These inquiries resulted in a pretty certain opinion that, as he said when the telegram was received, there had been another bungle, lie discovered that at Southsea a foreigner on the night of the explosion had hired a small rowing boat and that that boat had not been returned. He discovered further that fragments of a rowing boat similar to the one hired had been picked up outside Portsmouth harbor. On showing to the owner of the miss ing boat the photographs of Miasme and Lerat, that person, after some hes itation, identified Miasme as the for eigner who hired the boat. From these facts Mulligan drew the conclu sion that Miasme had made an attempt to blow up the dockyard or the shipping in Portsmouth harbor, and had per ished by the premature explosion of the bomb. And this conclusion was shortly afterwards confirmed by ad vices from the French police. These were to the effect that among Paris anarchists it was stated that the dock yard was the object of attack, and that since the attempt was made Mi asme had been missing. It .was added that much dissatisfaction existed re garding La Revanche and his skill as a bomb maker, but that, as he alone among Londoa anarchists possessed funds he still contrived, in spite of his successive failures, to maintain his po sition. "And long may he," was Inspector Murphy's comment on reading this eommtinication. "He's doing more to suppress both anarchism and the anarchists thau all the police in Europe put together. The best thing that could happen would be for him to go on blowing up his friends until they're all in fragments, and then for him to blow up himself." Inspector Murphy had not long to wait. Some three weeks after this con versation he received word of an at tempted outrage at Hampton court The inhabitants of the palace were awakened about midnight by a tre mendous explosion. The guard turned out, and, after considerable trouble, discovered the dead body of a man in the gardens. Evidently he, like Roche and Miasme, had been "exploded" him self, as Inspector Murphy called it, when attempting to blow up Hampton court. On the inspector examining the dead man he had no difficulty in identifying him as the third of that terrible trio of desperadoes Lerat. Every one of them had perished by the same means as they had used to mur der the innocent congregation of Notre Dame. The detectives were still engaged in investigating the circumstances con nected with this explosion when In spector Murphy received a mysterious note. It ran as follows: All is discovered. Let La Revanche take care. He thinks he has escaped, having fled from London: but the arms of the brotherhood stretch far. Tell him your agent-provooateur that he is now in as great danger as he was In Belgrave road. The avengers of blood are after him. lie shall perish. (Signed) Anarchist." "Hullo!" cried Inspector Murphy, when he had read this note; "the third failure has been too much for them, and La Revanche is now to be blown up himself. More power to their el bows, I say." "Relgrave road," said Mulligan; "that's where he hung out, apparent ly. Surely with such a straight tip as that we should be fools if we failed to lay hands on him." "He has left it. though." said In spector Murphy. "I don't know wheth er we shouldn't let him and his friends settle matters between them. It's an other case of trabison! tra-hison!! tra-hi-son!!!" But the inspector was only joking, and half an hour later he and Mulli gan were in Belgravs road searching for the lodgings of the missing M. La Revanche. They soon discovered them, too. though the name he had passed under with his landlady was not La Revanche, but Montagnard. The lady gave a very peculiar description of him, and stated that the cab which took away him and his baggage went to Victoria. He had not taken all his luggage, and what he had left behind demonstrated his identity with La Revanche. It consisted of several un charged bombs, a large bottle of sul phuric acid and the materials for com pounding an explosive powder of great strength. Evidently he had left in a great hurry. To Mulligan was delegated the duty of tracing the missing man. The task was no easy one, and for more than a month his reports were not altogether satisfactory. He had traced La Re vanche to Paris, but there for a long time completely lost sight of him. One morning just after Inspector Murphy had reached his office at the yard the door opened and in walked Detective Sergeant Mulligan. Though entirely unexpected, he was received by his inspector without the slightest indication of surprise. "Well, what's up now?" Murphy asked, in his quietest manner. "Oh, I've finished the job, sir," re plied Mulligan. "Found La Revanche?" asked Mur phy. Mulligan nodded his head. "Had him arrested?" asked Murphy. Mulligan shook his head. "Failed to establish his identity?" asked Murphy, in a tone cf disappoint ment. "No; I had some trouble over that, but in the end he admitted it himself." "Ad mitted it himself!' cried the in spector. "And pray, why did the French government refuse to arrest him?" "Because he's the young Comte de la Targe, whose father, mother and two sisters were murdered by Roche & Co. at the Notre Dame explosion." The inspector looked steadily at his subordinate for a moment, then he whistled to relieve his feelings. "What are they going to do with him?" he then asked. "Decorate him and send him back to his regiment in Siam," was the answer. Atlanta Constitution. Not After Her. The gentlemanly burglar raised his hat in the dim, uncertain light of his dark lantern. "Make no outcry,'' he whispered. The woman with the strong, reliant face glared. "What do you take me for?" she de manded. "Pray calm yourself, madam," urged the marauder, affably. "I assure yon we have no design of taking you." Filling a few sacks with silverwart he made his adieu. Detroit Tribune. The great emperor, Henry IV. of Germany, was deposed and imprisoned by his son. Knowing that he was to be put to death, he managed to escape and fled into exile. Aged, infirm and utterly destitute, he applied to the bishop of Spires for a place in a mon astery. He said in his application: "1 have studied and have learned to sing, and may be of some service to you." SCHOOL. AND CHURCH. The town of Girard, Kas., has three iadies on its board of education, and one of them, Mrs. Alice Haldeman, is president. At Suva, in the Fiji islands the corner-stone of a Roman Catholic ca thedral has just been laid. It is to be built of stone and dedicated to St. Paul. The educational course at St. John, N. B., will include the following sub jects: Practical electricity, French, singing, mechanical drawing and book keeping. There is also a Chautauqua circle. Foreign commercial travelers in Russia besides paying a tax, must henceforth le provided with properly attested papers of identification; their passports must state the limit of time of their permission to travel in the em pire, and must distinct tell the reli gious profession of the traveler. The students at Rutgers college have agreed to co-operate with the faculty in the scheme for self-government proposed by President Scott. A standing committee, composed of per sons chosen from the faculty and the students, is to investigate all breaches of discipline and recommend action thereon to the faculty. The IJaroness Langenau, of Vien na, has been much persecuted by cer tain Lutherans because she is a Meth odist. She recently spoke at a meeting of the West London mission, which is conducted by Methodists, and pre sented it with a necklace worth ten thousand dollars, to be sold for the benefit of the mission. The university of Chicago an nounces in its department of compara tive religion special opportunities for those intending to be missionaries. For the winter quarter of the present year it offers a three months course in Hindi under the direction of Rev. Fulton J. Coffin, who was engaged in practical mission work among the peo ple of India for several years. This course is an addition to those on the religions of non-Christian peoples. At Athens the Greek government has recently declared the whole region lying lietween the Theseiou and the monument of Lysicrates archaeological ground, thereby compelling the pro prietors to sell at prices to be fixed by a commission of sworn experts. It is believed that the American and Ger man schools and the Archaeological so ciety of Athens can easily raise the funds needed to buy it up. The latter society, in its excavations at Epidau ros, has brought to light the stadium, which is apparently intact. On sink ing trenches across the area to a depth of live yards or more, the rows of mar ble chairs, each with its inscription, which ran completely around the stadi um, were found in their proper places. It will be the first Greek stadium yet known in its original state. An appeal for help has recently been made by the Bodleian library at Oxford, which is the largest university library in the world, and is surpassed by only five national libraries, the Bibliotheque Nationale at Paris, the British museum, the Imperial library at St. Petersburg, and the royal libraries at Munich and Berlin. It re ceives for all purposes S45.000 a year, and needs money to support its staff; to prepare its catalogue, which is now years behind the times; to heat the portrait gallery; to repair the build ing, the finest public edifice of the time of James I., and to provide shelves for books in the Ashmolean museum, which has just been put at its disposal. The llixlleian containing over 500,000 volumes, the separate titles in the catalogue amounting to 1,500,000; the new accessions of books and pamphlets are nearly 00.000 a 3-ear; it has the sec ond largest numismatic collection in the British empire. Books and coins are declared by the librarian to be in a state of chaos owing to the lack of funds; the library needs at least S75,000 to be kept efficient, and he calls on the public for assistance, as Oxford, owing to the agricultural depression, is too poor to support its own library. HOPKINS AND HIS HAIR. Wearing His Hat I'ut One Man's Locks In I'eril. "No wonder we get bald while we are young," remarked Hopkins to a group of friends who had met in the office of one of their number. "There's Whittaker"' pointing to a man at a desk "I'll bet his hat hasn't been off his head to-day." "That's right," said Whittaker, cheer fully. "I put it on at seven, when I left home this morning, and ate my lunch down town with it on, and it's beginning to feel as if I had a brick in it, too." "Why do you wear it in the office?" asked one of the boys. "Habit, that's all. I feel more at home with it on. However, I might as well take it off now and give my head a rest." lie removed it suddenly and a batch of letters fell to the floor. He stared at them a moment, as if he could not quite comprehend what they were do ing there; then he laughed, but rathe faintly. "My wife gave them to me to mail this morning. They are to invite some of her lady friends to a five o'clock tea, or something, to-morrow afternoon. Say, boys, I'll put a special delivery stamp on each blessed one, and they'll be in time." "You'll be bald, just the same, old boy," said Hopkins, maliciously. De roit Free Press. Making It Serious. He had lingered at the gate in the entrancing presence of the girl who it all the world to him. Her father had slammed the front shutters several times, l.-it in vain. At last she mur mured. "Herbert." "What is it?" "You have said good night several times." "Why er so I have." "I want to trust you but I can't help wondering whether you mean other things you say to me any more than you do that." Washington Star. FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. ACCOUNTED FOR. Z am not feeling well to-day. But why I cannot see. X had some Ice-cream 'cross the way. And pancakes home for tea; X also had some caramels. And sugared almonds too:. And when I met with Tommy Wells A stick of fine tola. Hut I was careful with each one Too much of none I ate. It cannot be that penny bun. And yet the pain Is great. X had six cookies, but I've had Six cookies oft before; They've never left me feeling bad. Nor pickles three or more. rhe soda-water couldn't make Me 111 'twas nillle's treat. X sort of think this fearful ache Comes wholly from the heat. Harper's Young Peopla TIGER'S MERRY-GO-ROUND. A Cat Has an Exciting: Ride on the Wings of a WlndmiLL Frank Dellan has an amusing story of the adventures of a cat named "Tiger" in St. Nicholas. The cat was Jn disgrace from having been caught In an attempt to purloin a bluefish from the kitchen. So it set oil for an ad jacent mill, to console itself with a meal of mice. The trip to the windmill was not, however, a purely pleasant task; in the first place, the tall mill itself was not a homelike, familiar place, like a house or a barn, particularly on windy days when the four great sails were going around with a creaking noise, upon TIGER DID A DESPERATE TUVSQ. one side and down on the other, fling ing shadows that hurried over the ground and up along the sides, while from within the building came great rumbling and buzzing sounds. Another trouble was the fact that Mr. Hedges, the miller, had a dog. This dog, "Jack," was in Tiger's eyes an ugly and dan gerous brute. But Tiger was no cow ard; his fears of the sails were simply nervous, and he was not the cat to go out of his way to avoid a dog. So he Bet out for the mill. Bnt it was one of those days when everything seems to go wrong. Over the corn field Tiger saw that the sails were not at rest, but wheeling around In a brisk wind, and when opposite the" miller's house, although he kept him self carefully in the high grass, he was espied by Jack, who challenged him" with a sharp bark. Tiger pretended not to hear this, and passed slyly on be yond the mill, to deceive the dog", who, as he well knew, would object to his hunting there, although it was sheer malice on Jack's part to grudge his neighbor a few mice, for the miller's cat was old and lazy, and he himself despised any smaller game than rats. At length, by keeping under cover of the beach-plum and bay bushes, Tiger reached his goal, and soon took up a position near a promising-looking hole by the shady side of the shingled mill; this happened to be also on the leeward 6ide, 60 that the huge arms as they wheeled around were not in sight. It was a good, quiet place to compose his ruffled nerves. Tiger no longer felt too restless to lie in wait, so he tucked hfs feet comfortably und his body, curled his tail around them and settled down to await some foolish mouse. But the windmill mice were probably well fed and in the habit of taking noonday naps, for not the tip of a nose or the faintest squeak came from the hole. Tiger grew drowsy. Luckily for himself, he did not fall quite asleep, for he was in more danger than the mice for whom he had set an ambush. Jack, the cross terrier, divining the poacher's intentions, was stealing a march on him. Without a growl of warning he had crossed the road from the miller's house and, noiselessly gain ing tbe little rise on which stood the mill, caught sight of the unsuspecting cat calmly seated, his nose toward the mouse hole and his back toward the coining danger. With a startling yell Jack sprang toward his victim. It was shabby of Jack to take Tiger off his guard, and it is not a matter of the slightest reproach-to the courage of Tiger that, roused to his peril at the last moment, he gave a desperate bound and fled. It was a race for life! Around the mill they flew there was no tree, no place of refuge near, but Tiger's small er size gave him an advantage on the circular race track. Five times the race had gone around the mill when suddenly Tiger did a desperate thing. The lower end of one of the great sails happened to sweep near the ground just ahead of him; he made a great for ward and upward bound, clutched the framework and canvas, and instantly was borne aloft toward the clouds as if by the arm of a friendly giant; it was enough to make a cat's head swim, but Tiger was safe if he could keep his hold, for in a few moments the baffled terrier was barking furiously forty feet below him. The Landlady's Tip. New Boarder (complainingly) -I can't eat this steak, madam. Mrs. Slimdiet (accommodatingly) YouTl find an excellent dentist right opposite. N. Y. Weekly. THE WATER SPIDER. Its Tafte Inclines to "a Life on the 07eaj( Ware." Some of the spider family have a Ukf ing for living in or near the water. Most of the spider family with which; you are familiar live in the corners of rooms or in dark closets. But this water spider has quite a curious home, end if you look sharp you may find onq of them some day on the banks of a stream. This curious little spider builds a pretty house of silk about the shape o a thimble. This house is fastened; among the water plants growing under the water, and naturalists tell us that when her house is finished tha spider carries air in her body, bubbla by bubble, until she fills her tiny house under the water full of air. In this house she lives, carrying her food down there to eat, and making her nursery in one corner of the houie. And here her children live until they grow big enough to build little thimble-castles for themselves. Another curious little fellow is called the raft spider. This creatura constructs an odd little raft of leaves iid sticks, held together by the silken threads which all spiders use. On this raft the spider sails about, not stop ping in any one place, but steering hia little boat wherever the fancy takes him. His food consists of small in sects which he finds in the watet arouud him. He is said to be able to run upon the water as well as sail upon it, so altogether he is quite an accom plished creature. His little raft is his home, his castle, his yacht and his nursery, and he doubtless finds "a Ufa on the ocean wave" quite to his taste, N. Y. World. THE DANCING DOLL. How to Mk m Whirling Creators ot Faint and Pasteboard. Draw on fine pasteboard or bristol board a doll about a foot high and paint her face and hair handsomely; then cut her out, says the Dolls' Dress maker. Make separately from the doll a pair of pasteboard arms and a pair of legs of the same material, and paint the hands and feet. The doll's wast must be covered with a body or corsage of silk or satin, lined and made shapely with a little wadding. Cover the arms with white sleeves of crape or thin muslin; let them be wide and full and confine them at the wrist. Sew on the arms to the shoulders or bust of the doll. They must be made as if she were holding out her frock with them. Prepare a silk skirt and plait on to the doll's waist, concealing the joint with a belt or sash. Y'ou may add an apron of thin crape trimmed with rib bon and tucked up at one corner with a small flower. Put silk shoes on her feet, having sewed on the legs of the doll in such a manner that they will move easily from the knees. Take a' small spool or ball of black sewing silk. Pass one end of it through, DAXCEJO DOLL. the body of the doll, and, having mads a large knot at this end, tie it to the bai of a chair. Slip the doll around th thread of silk till she is about a yard from the chair. Then place yourself in front of her, holding the spool in youi hand; you may 6tand two yards from the dolL Jerk the thread up and down so as to move the doll, and make hex feet go as if they were dancing. When you are about to put her away draw in the thread close to her back (the knot will prevent its coming through), wind up the spool and lay it with the doll in her box or drawer. There must be a flat skirt of paste board under the silk skirt to shape it out, and to the middle of this paste board the legs must be loosely fastened, but not so as to endanger their drop ping off. The Crown Frince of Prussia. I- T- " JS fl - . T. 3 irwn x nnce r rcuencn vz i russia is now in his twelfth year. He is so far advanced in his studies and so mature for his age that Emperor William is thinking of giving him an establish- ment of his own, with a separate11 retinue of servants, in order that hcre may early learn to govern. The crow prince is a remarkably bright Iq-' and Is said by an English visitor the place to speak our langV fluently and talk it, not only but well. , road as at e SB corner make. Ills Do Bfn the Pcrolh! Thomas Meredith, a Chicaelump of wil owns a printing press and JJe 'ifam'g' foundland dog. At first gland up Pawnee doesn't seem to be much elkes the H sec between them, but ThomaV one. He has rigged up a Tough section 16-13- mill in which h fastens m commencing of miii, in wnicn ne iastense(1 to road this way he gains eufflc section 18 12-10, as run his printing press.ri;d ,n fvr of the 0,4 , objections thereto, or course not a very large J be Bled in the county re noon on the 15th day A Crack Shot A or such road will be It Is not often thaJvicKSON, county clerk, boy is a fine rifle- she" Holland, of Atlanta tion. He is a brigh a true eye and a j can put his ball fifty feet. That more than one
