The Sioux County Journal.
VOLU31E VIII.
HARKISOX, NEBRASKA THURSDAY, MAY 14, 18.
NUMBER M..3
CASABICRANKA.
The girl at on the baseball ataud
AIJ but ber beau bid fled,
And k, poor chip, could uot demand
Relief from what ahe mid.
"Wby doea the pitcher throw it ao?"
Hlf murmured in dismay.
""Such actions violent, 70U know,
His awkward moves display.
Wfc? does he ao expectorate
Upon the imw white ball?
Was lie Dot taught uuti too late
That tbat't uot uk-e at all?
Wlby doea that fellow don a cage
And let bis voice reaound
Id cries of 'Strike!' awak'ninf rage
la those upou tbe ground?
Why do the runners alwaya fall
And slide upon their face.
Or else tbey do Dot care at all
I'pn aome other place?
Why do the people murmur 'Rank?
He tat do rauk, 'tis plaiu.
Wfcy doea that player, lean and lank,
Seem in auch awful pain?
Why doea the catcher wear that pad
Cks to bia bosom pressed ?
And why has not the other bad
His clothes cut like the rest?
Why doea that player awing tbe wood
Jo mi eh a reckless way
And question, as no good man should,
WJiat those behind him aay?
Why do the men auch colors wear"
But here she turned her head,
Am) then at last became aware
Her escort had dropped dead.
-Nebraska State Journal.
THE KODAK'S EYE.
"It u Just all year ago that I took
my Ural walking tour with niy kodak
dareay you remember. I bad passed
through I'lnley oue glorious June morn
ing, and on tbe outskirts I came across
one of the prettiest cottages I ever saw
In ay life. Gables, you know, and a
porrb framed In honeysuckle; and run
ning cp tbe bill lebind tbe bouse, an
old-fashioned gulden auch a garden!
"A little boy was swinging on tbe
gate." Thompson went on; ' pretty little
cbap ataut 6, I should think. He was
lashing tbe gate with a great bunch of
whitethorn, and chirruping to bis steed
is be awung back and forth. He looked
acros tbe road at nie and laughed. 'If
you'll keep quite still while I count six,
I'll give you a bright new shilling,' I
said. He eyed me critically. I set the
focus and sighted the child in the finder
of my kodak. I saw that the hillside
garden and tbe honeysuckle porch
would come Into the scope of the pic
ture. But 1 wished tbe child bndn't
; tMCfMtlttlia- gtv. .. 'What ou
got In the boxr be said. 'I'll abow you
in a minute. If you keep quiet,' I an
swered. Just as I put my flugcr to tbe
button a cuckoo lu the copse began to
call. The child lifted bis curly bead
and listened rapturously. 'It's my bird,'
be said, bur Just In-fore he spoke I bad
prevtc-d the kodnk button. Someone
shout'-d "Billy I from the cottage, and
the child scrambled down from the
gate. 'Here's your shilling.' I said. "-'
turned back, thrust bis siniill hand
through the white fence for his prize
and ncnnipered off with It.
"I bad only a short holiday that year,
and on mv way home. going from
Thorpe to I'rcnton, I took a wrong
turning, and found myself near I'lnley
again. I didn't really care, for I had
made my forty-eight exposures, find
wasn't looking for anything new. It
wax furiously hot Hie morning 1 saw
the picture collage for Itie second time.
I came 011 It from In-hind the hill at the
back, ami saw that the place was In
reality a small farm. 'I dare say they'd
give me a glass of milk.' I thought, and
by way of making a short cut I climbed
a wall ami dropped on the other side.
Hut I came down 011 n wabbly stone
lying In a rtlti h. lost my balance, turn
ed my ankle, and lay cursing dismally
for some minutes. Then I limped up to
the bouse. There was no one about,
and yet It wore an Inhabited air. I
knocked at a side door and leaned
heavily against the lintel. No one
came. 1 limped around to the front.
My little friend wasn't hanging over the
gate this time. I went Into the porch
and knocked again. Tbe door was
opened -a woman of about 35, looking
very ill, I thought, stood there waiting
to know my errand.
" 'Can I get aome one here to go for
a fly? I've sprained my nnkle, and '
" There's nobody here,' she said, and
sbfsik her head iiusyinpatbetlcally. I
bad a horrible; fear that she was going
to shut the door In my face.
"'Cannon let me have a glass of
milk?' I said. I wanted nothing In the
world so much as an excuse to alt down.
" 'Yes, I supHjsi mi,' she said, Indif
ferently. 'Come this way.'
"I followed her Into the kitchen. She
gave uie a chair and went out. I sat
nursing the injured ankle until she
came back with the milk.
"'I passed here alsmt ten days ago,'
I said, 'on my way to Freuton.'
'"IHd you'f' said tbe woman In a
stupid way. She turned to the window
and sat down on a low stool by a mar
ket basket. I saw site bad been shell
ing peas when I knocked.
" 'I noticed your garden particularly.
I haven't seen a finer one this year.'
' 'No, it ain't bad,' she replied, drop
ping the fat peas Into the pall at her
side. Tbey pattered down like hail
stones. " 'How far shall I have to walk be
fore I ran get a trap? I said.
' "'Nothing this side o Tarver's, I
should think.'
" Bow fair li thatr
""Bout half a mile.' I almost
groaned aloud. I couldn't walk It.
Homebody must be found who would
go and treat with Tarver for me.
" 'I saw a little boy swinging on tbe
gate when I passed some days ago '
"Tbe woman turned ber bead so
sharply In my direction that I stopped
short. It was only an Instant's Inter
ruption. The face was averted again
and the peas began to ball against tbe
tin.
" 'Isn't be here now? I asked.
"Tbe woman shook ber bead. It was
very warm. Tbe perspiration stood in
beads on ber forehead. She lifted her
arm and passed the sleeve of ber print
ed gown over her face. I set tbe empty
glass on the table at my elbow, and
took out my purse. I noticed the wo
man's quick bands were idle again, and
ber bead bent down. 'She Is very III.
I thought. 'She can't go to Traver's,
but
" 'I'll be glad to pay somebody half a
crown who will get me a fly,' I said
aloud. 'Do you know of '
"She had lifted her bead and looked
at me.
" 'Was it you who gave him the shil
ling' " 'Clave who?
" 'Billy, my boy. You said you saw
bint swlngln' on tbe gate. Was It you
gave him a new shllllu'?'
" 'Oh, I believe I did,' I said.
"The sunburnt face worked and
dropped on her folded arms.
"'What happened,' I said, after a
pause.
She sat up and stared vacantly
through tbe window.
" 'I uaeu't to let him go outside the
gate to talk to people passln',' she said.
'I called him In wben I heard voices
that day. He showed me the shll-Iln'-:
' She broke off and wiped her
eyes on tbe back of her hand.
" 'Yea?' 1 said.
" 'I didn't like him takin' money from
strangers; I scolded him, an' be be
cried.' Her own eyes were full of tears.
'I tried to make him say what tbe shll
lln' was for,' she went on. 'He said,
"Nothlo'." "Then you begged It," I
aay a. "an' you're a disgrace," and be
cried more an' said be hadn't '
" 'But that was quite true,' I Inter
rupted. " 'Ob. I didn't know that. I didn't
know that!' the woman moaned. 'I
said I'd give him beatln' if be didn't
tell me why the strange gentleman
gave him the sbllliu'. I might 'a done
tao.JiUt he stopped cryln' all of a
sudden, au' said: "Wby. of course,
mammy, I know why be did it It was
because my cuckoo sang for blm, an'
I kep' quiet so be could bear." I knew
that was Just Billy's nonsense, but I
didn't beat him oh, I'm glad I didn't
beat blm.'
"I waited till she found ber voice
again," Thompson said, after a pause,
as an excuse for the sudden failure of
his own.
"The woman explained," he went on,
"that Billy had climbed up the labur
num tree that same afternoon. 'He
lost bis hold,' she said, an' the doctor
says he must a' fell on his head - he died
that night.'
"I muttered something stupid alaiut
sympathy. She went on shelling the
peas. Looking vaguely around I caught
sight of a chlM's photograph lu a frame
on the opposite wall.
' 'is that a picture of your lioyV' I
asked.
" 'No, no.' said the woman; 'that's my
sister's child, and be ain't dead, neither!
We never had a picture of Billy. That
seems to mnke it worse somehow. I
tell my husband I believe I could bear
It belter If I bad a picture of him.'
" 'Why, I took a picture of hi in!' In
my excitement I started up, and
wrenched my unhappy ankle. I sank
back faint from pain.
"'You took a picture of my Billy !
She was standing beside me when
opened my eyes.,
" 'Yes er or the bouse. He was at
the gate, you know."
" Thank God.' the woman said, shak
ing her clinched hands pitifully.
Thank God! Thank God!'
"'But it may not come -out right,' I
said, cursing myself for having raised
hopes that my kodak might not justify.
'You see. It Isn't developed. I can't tell
bow'
" 'Oh, you must make It come out
right, sir. Where Is It?' The hard, sun
burnt face was quivering.
"'It's here, in this,' I motioned to
ward the kodak at my side. She
kneeled down before It with clasped
bauds, like a penitent before a shrine.
"'You'll show It to me, sir-just for
a minute!'
" 'I can't Just now It Isn't developed.'
" 'But Just let me see If It's my Billy.
Oh, please, sir! If you knew, If you
knew '
"'I'll let you have It as soon as It's
ready,' I said. 'It would Is spoiled If
I tixik It out now."
" 'I'd be very careful,' said the wo
man. She got up eagerly, and Instinc
tively wiped ber rough bands on her
apron.
, " 'No, It's the light, you see, that
would spoil It. It must be kept In (he
dark.' I tried to explain, but she evi
dently wasn't listening, She kept look
ing down at the kodak with supersti
tious awe..
"Someone passed the window. She
looked up. They've got back!' she
cried, breathlessly, and ran to the door
lu the aculasry. She was talklug ex
citedly alxiut Billy's picture when she
came back with two men. It was ber
husband and ber younger brother, borne
from market. We soon arranged that
after dinner, when the horse was rest
ed. I should be driven to Freuton by
my host, I'eter Shall, and that mean
while I should go upstairs and lie down
and let Mrs. Shail put cold water
bandages on my foot. The pain bad
become excruciating.
"A very comfortable room it was that
tbey put me In, and wben Mr. Shall
said my foot was badly Inflamed and
that I had better stay where I was for
a few days I wasn't at all unwilling.
"'Will you show me the picture to
night?1 she said, the moment tbe plan
was decided on.
"A light broke In upon me. 'Unfor
tunately, I haven't any developer wltb
me. I should have to send for some.'
" 'You can buy anything at Freuton,'
she said. 'Shall will go for you.'
" 'Oh, I should have to send to Lon
don.' " 'Shall will go for you,' she repeated.
'"As to that, the Eastman Company
would send It. But I have everything
at home, and when I get back '
" 'Oh, if you please, sir, don't wait
Shall will take a telegram If you'll
write it. I I you'll think me very
strange, but ' abe leaned over tb
foot of the bed and lowered her voice-
'the truth is, I think I'll go clear out of
my mind If I go like this. It's all about
Billy, sir. You won't speak about It to
Shall, but I seem to be forgetting bow
Billy looks. I can't go to sleep o' clghta
for tryln' to make a picture of blm la
my mind, and lfa get tin' harder an'
harder. He'sonly been gone twelve daya,
last night I couldn't seem to remember
anything but bla hair. You see, I ruuat
be goln' out of my mind. But If I bad
a picture! Oh, sir, let Snail take a tele
graph an' get tbe the whatever It la.'
"She left tbe foot of the bed and
came to tbe side. I looked up at tbe
poor face and didn't hesitate long. 'Get
me some paper and a pencil,' I said. ,
"Shail was dispatched wltb the tele
graph,' and tbe next afternoon a packet
came from the Eastman Company.
"My foot waa very painful. Mra.
Shall begged me not to stand on It.
" 'I'll get you everything you want,'
she said. '
" 'W ell, where is tbe kodak? I looked
about as I undid Eastman's package
" "Oh. It's In my room,' she said, tool.
lug a little guilty; and she hurried on"
with.' I observed, when SU3 camG back
again.
" 'No, indeed,' she said; but she flush
ed under my glance. 'It's only been
set tin' on my chest of drawers, where
I could see It plain.'
"But I mistrusted her. I dare say I
showed It, too, for she hesitated au In
stant, and said, slowly, In a blundering
kind of way: 'You can't think, sir,
what a comfort It was for me to lie
and look at It. I kep thinking my
Billy's In there. Maybe he's looking
out now, through that little round win
der! Shall said no, and told me bow
it was; but, anyhow, It don't matter so
much now If I do get mazed, nud cau't
remember his picture's safe In that lit
tle box. Seems queer, too. I've had
such a lot of pictures of Billy In my
head, an' I can't keep one clear; nn'
that little eye In the box never forgets
blm never forgets him like his own
mother does.' Thompson cleared his
t h roa t .
"I asked her If she had a lamp with
a red shade. 'Yes, sir,' she said, and
started for the door.
"'And bring In a couple of shallow
dishes, pudding or vegetable dishes," I
said, 'and a pair of scissors.'
"I examined the kodak, but couldn't
detect anything amiss. Still, I was full
of forettodlng. The presentiment that
something had happened to the par
ticular picture I wauted became almost
a conviction.
"At my direct Ion the wooden shutters
were closed and a pair of blankets and
an eiderdown quilt were put over the
window. The small, red-shaded lamp
gave out a dim glow. On a table by
my side were the dishes and the bath
of developer.
" 'Now, you cau go, Mrs. Shail,' I said.
'I'll call you when I'm ready.'
" "Go, sir';'
" 'Yes. 1 won't 1m- very long.'
"'Oh, you mustn't send me away,
sir,' she said. 'Let nie stay nn' I'll help
you. 1 can't go away an' wait!' She
began to sob.
"I wished to the Lord 1 was out of It.
But X thought. 'If the picture turns out
right, after all!' Well, I began to feel
more hopeful.
"The light was put tichliid the l-d,
and I opened the kodak, and took out
the roll of film.
" 'Where Is It? said the woman In n
whisper, peering forward In the dark.
"'1 think It s the third on this reel,'
I sad. 'Give me the scissors.'
She fumbled about on the table.
'Here!' she said. The word was hoarse,
and spoken wltb difficulty. Tbe sound
of ber voice made me nervous. What
an Idiot I had been not to send her out!
"I unrolled tbe film and cut through
the punctured lines. 'Where Is the pic
ture?' said the voice across tho table.
I was conscious she was peering Into
the empty kodak case.
" 'I hope It'a there,' I said, miserably,
my presentiment coming back,
" 'Where?
" 'Ou this piece of paper.' I Ojechan-
lcally laid down the third exosure and
returned the reel to tbe cu.se.
"The woman came nearer.
" 'Please, sir, turn it over,' she said.
"'Whatr I asked.
" The paper.'
"This, do you mean? I picked up
tbe scrap of film.
" 'It Isn't there! It Isn't there! Tbe
woman staggered back in the darkness.
" 'Wait,' I said. 'We can't be certain
for a few minutes. Don't go out Tbe
door musn't be opened. But I was al
most glad that she was prepared now
for the worst. I was as certain as If I
bad seen it that Billy's picture would
be a failure.
"Mrs. Shall was crying hoarsely in
tbe corner. What a fool I'd been to say
anything about that snap-snot 1 I
poured tbe developer into a dish and
submerged the film. I washed tbe
liquid back and forth.
" 'Please bring the light nearer,' I
said, presently. Mrs. Shall got up and
set the lamp on the edge of tbe table. I
help up tbe film.
" That one's turned dark,' said the
woman, hopelessly. I knocked down
the scissors with my elbow. She came
round, fumbled on the floor and picked
them np. I returned the film to tbe
bath, with a sense of Infinite thankful
ness and relief. Billy's picture was
coming up all right! Aa I washed tbe
staff back and forth I could see his
white-thorn whip coming out black and
distinct, and above It!
'Mrs. Shall bad laid down the scissors
and was looking over my shoulder.
"That one's something like this
house,' she said, drearily.
"'Look here! I cried, holding tbe
dish nearer tbe tamp. 'What do you
see there In front?
"She leaned over the table and stared
Into the dish.
" 'Yes. I see a fence and a shrubbery,
an' a gate, an' a wide collar, an' a face,
an' Oh, Lord! Oh. Lord-It's my Billy
wingln on the gate! "
Thomson broke off at this point In
his story and began to walk up and
down the room.
'They send me a hamper full of flow
ers every year, on tbe anniversary of
the day I saw Billy swinging on the
gate. I haven't seen them since one
day In that same year, wben I went to
take Mrs. Shall an enlarged photo
graph of my snap-shot It came out
splendidly T Thomson said, with pro
fessional pride. "Beat child's photo I
tver mw; the pretty background, tbe
.iPfcfCfc of whitethorn banging over the
gate, tbe uplifted face. Intent smlllng
'Just as If he heard bis mother callln'
him,' said Mrs. Shall.
" 'No; It was tbe angels,' said tbe
woman, very low." Pall Mall Gazette.
The Marriageable Age.
In many ways tbe girls of 18 are
more tit to marry than they were In our
grandmother's time, and yet observa
tion tells us without question that the
age at which girls marry now Is ad
vanced by several years beyond that
of one hundred years ago.
The early marriages of the past have
been of no benefit to the present race,
and we are showing wisdom In our gen
eration in setting the clock of time back
a few years.
For oue thing only are early mar
riages desirable, and even this result
does not always accrue by any means.
We mean the possibility of the couple
growing more closely together In tastes
and fancies If these are matured after
marriage.
It Is not considered desirable than
the woman should be the elder of the
parties to the coutract. But even this
objection Is being lessened as years go
by, for the woman of 40 now Is no older
than lie woman of 'ZTi was fifty years
ago. Nevertheless It Is well that there
should be the advantage of age upon
the husband's side. If a man does not
marry until after he Is 35 It Is better
that there should be a decided dis
parity of age between them, as he will
bo so set In his ways that the wife will
be obliged to yield deference to bis
wishes at every point. A woman who
Is also set In her ways will not be likely
to do this. When there Is a very great
disparity lu the ages, as Is seen quite
frequently, the wonder Is that the
young girls can bo party to such con
tracts, though It Is very wise for the
man when he at 00 marries a girl of
L'O. A woman of suitable age wouldn't
put up with his almost certain crankiness.-
-Philadelphia Call.
They Did Not Believe It.
A Prussian officer In the conquered
province of Alsace one day visited a
chapel in the outskirts of a town.
Among tlie offerings of the devout
peasantry he perceived a silver mouse,
which so excited his curiosity that In
asked an explanation of one of I he na
tives. ''The story Is," said the Alsatian,
"that an entire quarter of the town
was Infested with an army of mice
which were a veritable plague. At last
a devout lady caused a silver mouse
to be made, and offered It to the Vir
gin, Shortly afterward every mouse
disappeared."
The officer burst out laughing.
"What!" said he, rudely, "Is It pos
sible the people of this country are
so stupid as to believe such things?"
"Oh, no!" quietly replied the Alsa
tian; "for If we did, we should long
ago have off trad tha Virgin a silver
Prussia a.
TOPICS OF THE TIMES.
A CHOICE SELECTION OF INTER
ESTINQ ITEMS.
sta u Critic law asa Cat
the la a of the ItmrMim-
saarteal aatd News Mo taw.
If ever the Sultan does get a good,
bard American Jolt be will lose some
of bis sublime portliness.
The praise and blame which bang on
the lowest boughs, and may be easily
plucked, are generally worthless.
Tbe cable Informs us that "Izzit
Pat ha is under arrest In Constantino
ple." It Isn't Izzit, it is? And If it is
Izzit, wby is it?
In Kentucky a dinner horn was mis
taken for Gabriel's final trumpet.
There's one horn down there, however,
nobody ever makes a mistake about.
Russia supports the French view of
the DongoUi expedition. That Euro
pean war cloud will wear Itself out
chasing over the continent for a place
to hover.
Mr. Edison has succeeded in looking
Into the human heart perfectly with
the naked eye, it is said. Mr. Edison
may get himself disliked If he is not
careful.
If Nicaragua really wants ber little
revolution advertised she would better
wait until Spain baa done with Cuba
and until the United States Congress
has shut up and gone home.
An Indian philosopher being asked
what were, according to his opinion,
the two most beautiful things of the
universe, replied: "The starry heavens
above our heads, and the feeling of
duty In our hearts."
Tbe Ohio man who propones to Inflict
a fine upon wearers of big theater bats
Is on the wrong track. No mere pros
pect of being fined $10,000 Is going to
deter a matinee girl wbo has a new
piece of headgear to show off.
He who Is always changing from ob
ject bo object finishes nothing, asnd bis
life at last resembles a heap of de
tached stones, which, If he had but kept
to one plan, might have been built into
a stately and commodious abode.
John L. SulMvan say tba pugilists
should organize and demand their
rights. As the pugilists' rights are to
bed, board, and clothes at a certain
State institution. It Is evident the Hon.
John L. Is tired of trying to earn his
living outside.
It was because Nelson attended to
detail In respect of time that he was so
victorious. "I owe," he said, "all my
success In life to having been always a
quarter of au hour before my time."
"Every moment lost," said Napoleon,
"gives an opportunity for misfortune."
We come to those who weep foolish
ly, aud sit dnvu aud cry for company,
Instead of imiwrtlug to them truth and
health in rough electric shocks, putLiug
them once more In communication with
their own reason. Welcome evermore
to gods aud men Is the self-belping
man.
A sound philosopher once said: "He
that thinks Innocent pastime foolish has
either to grow wiser, or Is past the
ability to do so; and I have always
counted it au impudent fiction that
playfulness Is Inconsistent with great
ness. Many men awl women have
died of dignity."
The soul that Is full of pure and gen
erous affi-clions fashions the features
Into Its own angelic likeness, as the
rose which grows lu grace and blos
soms Into loveliness wnlch art cannot
equal. There Is nothing ou earth which
so quickly transfigures a personality,
roilnes, exalts, lnidlait.es with heaven's
own impress of loveliness, as a per
vading kindness of the heart.
As the man of pleasure, by a vain
attempt to be more happy than any
man can be, Is often more miserable
than most men are, so the skeptic, In
a vain attempt to be wise beyond what
Is permitted to a uiiin, plunges luto a
darkness more deplorable aud a blind
ness more Incurable than that of the
common herd, whom he despises and
would fain Instruct.
If Cuba Is willing to pay Spain StlOO,
000,000 for ber freedom Spain would
do well to close with tho offer. Spain
lifpds the money; the present war Is
very expensive, and If Spain should
succeed, after the expenditure of much
treasure and many lives, it will bo a
vrry long time before she can mnko
$100,000,000 out of bor Island colony.
Long before that time arrives it Is
probable another and more costly Insur
rection would break out lu Cuba.
Woman's true strength lies in her
quietness. The noisy, blustering, ar
rogant, self asserting of the sex made
the air hot with their voices, and trou
ble the world wlub their superabundant
activities. But this is not real strength
It Is more generally just n sham and a
show, which breaks dowu under the
pressure of personal and private trhtl;
while the true power of those who, aa
wives, influence the present, and. &j
mothers, mold the future. Ilea hidden
from the public, all tbe more valuable
because of Its reserve.
The love which every child brings
with it is In itself tbe strongest Indica
tion of the needs of the child. Love la
like sunshine; without it there can be
no harmonious growth or development.
As well expect a fruit tree to bear deli
cious fruit In a cellar as expect a Child
to grow up into symmetrical manhood
or womanhood without love. As invari
ably we appropriate tbe sunniest nook
In the garden to Che nursery, so must
tbe warmest aud sunniest apartxneota
of the heart be given to the little onea.
Nurtured In an atmosphere of love,
their various powers expand in uncon
scious but Incomparable beauty.
After seventy-three years of Ufa
Thomas Hughes is dead at Rugby, En
gland. Wherever the English language
is spoken and wherever English-speaking
boys have grown up Into natural
heartluess of thought and action the
news will - be received with regret.
Thomas Hughes occupied a unique
place in the world of letters. The son
of an English writer and artist, be
sprung Into a reputation from his ons
great piece of fiction entitled 'Tom
Brown's Schooldays." That book was
written In 1857 and It brought tbe au
thor fame. He never rivaled the one
great attempt. His knowledge of boy
character and bis sympathy with all
that concerns boy life are ao true that
honest boyhood bas stamped tbe work
as classic and enduring. He need not
have written more. Thomas Hugbea
was an Englishman who loved En
gland, and as author, social economist
and barrister be bas left hla Imprint
upon the times. He was a friend of tbe
laboring classes and bis representation!
In Parliament for three terms between
185 and 18T4 endeared him to the
masses. He was a reformer of practi
cal bent, a believer In co-operation and
a sympathetic friend to organized la
bor. Tbe British colony at Rugby,
Tenn., was placed under the superin
tendency of Mr. Hughes in 1880, En
glish capital being largely Invested tn
the enterprise. Tbe venture proved
successful, but a large element of the
population is now American. What
ever the lack of finished style in his
books, the human sympathy of Thomas
Hughes shines out of them. There
waa something of Carlyle lu bia rig
orous manlinesa, "softened by tha innate
tenderness which concelvid the boy
character of Arthur and which la
'Tom Brown at Oxford" paid such
beautiful tribute to the 'memory of Dr.
Arnold. So long as Rugby shall stand
upon the map of England tbe name of
Thomas Hughes will be associated with
It and with the boy creatures of bis
own wholesome fancy.
Diamonds Are Plentiful.
Are the diamond mines of the world
Inexhaustible, or will tbe time coma
when diamond diggers shall have dis
covered the last of nature's store of
carlton In its alio tropic form? Certain
scientists argue that nature does not
transform decomposed matter into dia
monds rapidly enough to keep pace
with the minors. There 1 a corpora
tion In London which believes these sta
tistics. Most of the diamonds to-day
are mined lu South Africa. The En
glishnieu who work the South African
fields practically have a monopoly.
With the isMjHng of their interests com
petition has stopped. Baruey Barnato
is reputed to have effected the consoli
dation; at any rate it exists. The out
put of the mines Is distributed to tho
world by way of the Ixjndon corpora
tion. The diamouds are shipped In tha
roiijfh from the Kaffir seajwrta.
Diamond merchants everywhere
know that but a part of the annual out
put reaches the trade. Where is the
other part? The answer to that ques
tion Is in the vaults of the Ixuidon com
pany; for stored there are stones In tbe
rough of incalculable value. Millions
on millions of pounds are represented
by the contents of those four massive
stis-1 walla. ?ot a stone more Is put on
the market than con be sold at the
standard price set by the company. The
rest of the output Is stored away to
await the end of the diamond supply or,
a larger demand. Tle company is cap
itatlwd at $4,000,000, and pays hand
some dividends each year despite the
reserve tied up in the vaults. Last year
it was estimated that one-fourth of tbe
output of the mines waa stored away.
If the contents of tbe vaults were put
on the market at present diamond
would be a drug on the market. New
York World. 1
Sea Trout for Vermont.
An experiment will be made In Ver
mont this year with 5,000 sea trout
eggs, which came from Scotland. The
attempt to hatch the eggs of this fish,
has never before been made In the
United States. An effort will be made
by a New York fish culturlst and tha
small fish will be placed In the pura
water of an inland lake near Rutland,'
where tliey can bo closely watched.
John Potts Are you tbe medium
who advertises to unite tbe separated?
Medium (proudly! I never fall. John
Potts I wish you would connect ma
with the $100 I got separated from
last night. Life.
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