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THE CHILDREN OF HEW YORK IN THEIR APPALLING BATTLE WITH MISERY. A Little Girl of Twelve who Did all the Housework and Took Care of the Babies Finally Breaks Down The Cry of the Children. During the past few days there have occurred in New York, within tht ound of church bells, within Eight of food and warmth ad clothing, thrte appalling Illustration of the battle of little children with misery. The battle of life begins for the poor little ones of New York long before strength to fight it begins. Walk down la the tenements and see the little mothers tiny girls of twelve cat ing with all the responsibilities of true motherhood for half a dozen babies. The Gerry Society took charge of the eleven-year-old eldest daughter of a widower, a hod-carrier, last Thursday. For two years she bad kept her poor father's poor home in such good con dition for him as she could, cooking bis una s, ( liimsKy nunding hU clothes and attending with unceasing de Totlon to the wants of two little broth ers and two baby sisters. The "cry of the children" arose from Michael Finert's home! Poor little Maggie! It was heard too late. Her sunken little cheeks, he-r bent little back, her skinny little body are at such peace as the ill Bees brought on by overwork will give them in the comfortable surroundings of the society's home. But the peace Is not great. The cry of this child la for eternal ease. And that it will soon come to her Is certain. One night last week Matthew Gardi ner, fifteen years old, homeless, par entless, friendless, staggered, wan, trembling and hungry-eyed, into the Oak street station-house. In common with all the street Arabs of the town be had feared and detested the po lice. The law! That frightful, Invis ible entity, that hideous, slpder-like essence that spins its unceasing webs for the enmeshment of wandering boys. It did not occurr to Matthew Gardiner that under all this resplend ent Insignia of the law there could teal the heart of humanity. So the boy avoided the police and tramped the street? looking every where for work. Only a little space in society did he geek, just room to breathe in. but society had no p!ac for him. From door to door of offices and shops he went, his haggard facs and imploring eyes turned in vain to the stony, indifferent face of society. There were, to 1e sure, many charit able refuges to which Matthew Gardi ner might perhaps have turned to'. aid, but a boy of the streets knowns aothlng of charitable societies. Moreover, red tape does not fill an empty stomach. ISy what process of reasoning Matt hew Gardiner came to regard the dull gren lights as a beacon instead of a menace one does not know. Hut dis heartened, faint, ready to drop In bis tracks, the poor boy at last summoned up courage sufikient to face the maj esty of the law. Society had been cruel to him; the law perhaps could he no worse. It was six o'clock. The station house was very quiet. The curses and yells of the last drunk had died away In maudlin sleep. The sergeant, rud dy, rotund and bluff, had finished look ing over the blotter. His supper, hot and smoking had Just boen carried Into the back room. It smelled well. The sergeant smacked his lips In an ticipation of bis feast. "I am B'arvlng. X have no home" the broken, pathetic words fell sud denly upon Sergeant's Hahn's hear ing. The officer got up from his chair and looked over the railing at a fright ened, pale, hollow-eyed boy standing there, trembling at his own audacity. The sergeant hesitated but a mo ment. His eyes had seen such sights before. He stretched out a broad, strong, comforting hand and took the gaunt fingers In his. He asked the boy a few kindly questions. He led him to his own hot supper. The lad obbed aloud. Then he ate like a ravenous beast An then, in the grateful light and warmth of the statlon-hoime, he fell asleep. The law, the relentless. Implacable law, had heard his cry, but very llkelj It too was too late. Poor little Matt hew Is very III. Joseph Saunders Is not much older than Matthew Gardiner. He Is dying In Hudson Street Hospital, dying from "malutrltlon," the doctors say. Plain, everyday starvation Is "mal nutrition." Joseph Saunders Is another victim of society. He has no home. Until the bed of the hospital received him he had no place to lay his head. H tried to slep In the parks, but here the law took sides with society against the wayfarer. The poMce drove the boy out of the parks o totter aimlessly along the streets. Even sleep was de Bled this unhappy lad. He. too, sought work. He. too, beg ged the world to give him just a little chance. But the world turned Its freezing face away from him atid be tottered on. on to his grave. He went without food one whole day.. Have you ever tried that; simply, of course, as an experiment? He went another day without food. At night he tried to crawl upon a bench In City Hall Park and forgot fcls misery In the oblivion of sleep. But a policeman prodded him. "Move on!" he said. "Poor Jo" moved n. He went the third day without food. II staggered along Frankfort street. At 11.30 he fell prone upon the steps of Joseph Splzter. fipltaer raised him and spoke kindly to him. "What's ths matter, my boy?" be asked. "I'm done for," moaned the Isd. "I've eaten nothing for three day and I don't suppose I ever will astaJa." Then he quietly fainted awar. "Poor Jo" moved on once more, this time to ths hospital, where be lies fistlently waiting for the end. There no hope, the doctors say. Jo Is dying. Dving. Right Raver ends and Throng Reverends of tmry rderl Dying man tad women, born with heavenly compassion In your heart And dying thu around us evrv day. And the winter Is not yet begun. TIh k(y oi I ut cum! iii certainly one to reach the heart. Maggie McMahon, aged fifteen, killed herself to make one mouih lea to fotd In her poor home. She was the bread-winner of the family. Thers were seven children be sides herself. Her father was gone, no one knew whither. Her mother tolled early and late, not only for her children, but to care for the grand mother and the great-grandmother, a withered old dame who crooned by the humble fire. Maggie worked in a cigarette fac tory. Before she went to her dan work, she washed and dressed five younger children and got their break fasts. She was known throughout the street as "the little mother." Two weeks ago she was discharged from the factory. She tried in vain to get other employment. She did not tell her hard-working mother that she was discharged. She could not bear to add to her burdens. So with a brave smile and a sinking heart she said that the factory stopped for a little while on account of hard times. Every morning she went out look ing for just a little room in the busy world. But the world turned its Gorgon face on her and froze her heart. She killed herself. She left a pathetic" note of farewell, every word of which was torn from her tortured heart: "Good-bye all. It nothing but work and trouble. Don't cry after me, for I was not worth it. I tried hard, but I permed never to get ahead. I am so tired. Good-bye." So passed the strong, heroic little soul away, terrorized and vanquished by the spectre of misery. Too late, society sought to repair the wrong done this little mother and martyr. Money and assistance came to the family the poor child left be hind. By her death she accomplished that which In life was impossible. Thli child of the tenements saw before her the sublime heights of self-abnegation and scaled them. Out of the depths rises the cry of the children the heart-broken chil dren, who are battling with misery. Who will listen? EDITH SESSIONS TUTPER. A TERRIBLE STRUGGLE. Fierce Duel Between a Man and a Grizzly Bear. A fierce battle was fought between a man and a bear In the Chicago Zoo logical Gardens the other day, which came very near proving fatal to the man. The bear was a great Russian grizzly, weighing nearly 500 pounds, and the man, who was his keeper, used no weapons except his fists. The animal's keeper, Cy DeVry, had occasion to poke the old bear, Bl.ly, In order to exhibit him to some vis itors. To his surprise. Billy, who Is usually very gentle, snapped at him viciously. I)e Vry instantly caught up a whip and rushed Into the bear pit to chastise the be-ir, meanwhile shutting the gate behind him. The animal proved to be thoroughly angry and instead of showing any fear, made at once for his keeper. The keeper cut the bear in the face with the small whip several times, but this only served to infuriate him the more. In a moment the two were engaged in a terrific struggle. The position of the bear pit made It impossible for those on the outside to offer any as sistance. A crowd soon collected around the pit, attracted by the cries of the man and the fierce growling of the bear. One of the helpers man aged to drop a rake down into the pit, but the fight was going on at such close quarters that the weapon was useless. The bear began the fight by making several quick rushes to Becure a hold on the keeper's legs. It succeedd In getting a hold in a few moments and burled its teeth In the man's leg. With this advantage the bear was liable to throw the man violently to the ground, and the two, locked together, rolled over and over together in emm rolled over and over In the pit. In the terrific struggle which followed, De. Vry, in spite of his antagonist's weight, managed to throw him, but the bear still managed to keep his hold on his leg. The two went down again, and this time the bear was on top. Th" bear w?s trving all this time to secure another hold with his teeth. The keeper was frying to choke his antagonist, but without success. Finally, with a tremendous effort, De Vry wrenched himself loose and sprang to his feet Just as the besr was rising to Its hincWegs to try Its favorite hug ging tactics. It managed to get its paws on the man's shoulders and Its teeth In the back of his arm. when De Vry, with a clean left-handed punch, sent the animal rolling on the floor. The brute was slightly dazed, and be fore fie recovered the keeper was safely outside the rage. After the battle De Vry was so exhausted that he fainted Fashions For Little Girls. The latest reefer jacket Is a tucked lllotus which reaches alxtut three Inches below the waist line. An un usually stylish little coat of this de pcrljition Is made of castor colored Kersey cloth. The sleeves are all tucked and are finished at the top with a pointed fitted epaulette of royal pur ple velvet trimmed with mink tails and caught at each side with a furry little animal's head. This Jacket has also a high velvet collar edged with mink. The sort skirt of the blouse Is Inclined to ripple and Is apt to show the pretty Mlk lining. Fashlnoable small girls are no longer dressed with simplicity. Instead they look like dainty minalure fashion plates. Even the school frocks are much trimmed this fall. The general characteristics of all the little gowns Imitate the costumes de signed for fashionable women. The drosses are made with small sieves, much Roman striped silk and ribbon Is used as a trimming, and the Rus sian blouse effect a everywhere. Gay little plaid gowns are all the vogue for school wear. They are made with a full gored skirt and a blouse waist. Many of them have a plain rloth yoke and epaulettes of the same cloth. School frocks can be bought ready made aa cheap as $4.65, hut those which are apt to be moat satisfactory roat anywhere fretn f 10 to $15, A GOOD COMPLEXION. How to Have Beautiful Smooth and Snowy bkln. Tan which she has painstakingly cultivated since June; the few freckles across the bridge of her piquant litu nose which have beer, ht-r pride for three months how shall the gumnifi girl get rid of these laboriously ac cyiired blemishes of beauty? Foi blemishes she regards them now, though they were once considered chief among her charms. How shall h make her neck white again against the evening dress season? How shall she maxe the hard, berry-brown little band that hears mute testimony tc her prowess with racquet and oar onct more a soft, white snowflake of a thii.t fitted for such dainty tasks as pourir.? out afternoon tea or playing evenlrr song3? First, she must convert her dressinc table into a small toilet store. Ther. must be velvet sponges and camel'. hair brushes for her face. There mu ' be cold cream, benzoin, glycerin', lanoline and alimond meal. The-i must be a heating apparatus ove: which a tin basin of water may ste:i:.. and bubble merrily. Thus equipped the ex-summer girl la prepared to mal:f war upon what she now considers en emies to her beauty. Part of the daily regime of her who seeks to banish browned areas from her face is the daily bath. Any process which excites the skin of one part, of the body in great excess over that of the rest enlarges the pores and coar sens the texture of the part excited. If only the face Is subjected to the soap and hot water scrubbing it is through the pores of the face that ell the impurities of the system pas. This, of course, makes the porea larger, and may even result in blotches and pimples on the face. Therefore, In order to renovate the face, the dally scrubbing and rubbing of the entire body must not be neglected. Once or twice a week the face should be steamed. On the heating apparatus a tin basin of water, to which a few drops of benzoin have been added, should be allowed to boll. The beauty seeker's face should be carefully coated and annolnled with cold cream. When steam Is arising from the benzoini&ed water a big Turkish towel should en velop the heater and the head of the patient. For ten minutes or there abouts the steaming should continue. On other nights the face should be scrubbed with a camel's hair brush and a good soap in hot water. Then it should be rinsed in clear tepid water, drledi on soft towels and annointed with a mixture of benzoin and glyc erine. This should be rubbed in every thoroughly. In the morning the face should be first washed in tepid water with almond meal instead of soap and then rinsed In clear, cold water. The hands should be treated to a somewhat similar process. After be ing washed In hot water with almond meal, instead of soap, they should be treated to a thorough "creaming" with the bleaching benzoin and Incased In looe, fingerless white kid gloves. If the bright sunlight on the water and the sand has developed wrinkle? about the eves strained to see the summer sights, or if perpetual mirth has made laughter lines about, the Hps. the beauty seeker should have re course to her lanoline jar. The move ment with which these lines should be treated Is the slightest of rotarv motions, given with the tips of the flnger3 and continued for several minutes. A KENTUCKY MULE. StranRO Experience of a Blue Crass I. a yaher With One. The well-to-do farmer of republican proclivities was In Washington look ing for pie for the. next three years and a half, not so much for desert as for steady diet during that period, and while he was looking around he found lime now and again to talk a bit on other subjects, says the Washington Star. One evening It was mules. "I'll be doggoned," he said, "if I haven't got a mule out home that ought to have the championship belt for kicking. Why, by sucks, one morn ing I tried to make that dern mule haul a cartload of rocks from a creek about half a mile to the stable and he Just wouldn't stir a leg. All he would do when 1 tried to make him go for ward was to move the other way, so to beat Mr. Mule at his little game I took him out of the shafts and turned him bead "n to the cart and started him up. Then he wouldn't move either way, but just stood still and began to kick. Not a one-legged kick, either, but the real thing with both feet, and, gee whllllklns, how ho did launch them out into the atmosphere. "I was sure I never would get him now, for I couldn't get near him; but all of a sudden I noticed that every time he kicked he kicked so hard that he couldn't hold onto the ground with his forefeet, and so dragged himself about a foot or two, according to the ground he was on. That gave me an Idea, and I Just stood by and when he showed a disposition to quit I nfged him a little and he went lo kicking again; and I'll be blamed If he didn't get that cartload of rocks to th place I wanted It at mighty near as noon as If be had Just hauled It there in the first place and made no fuss about It." One or two of the men coughed a short cough, but when the Kentuckian looked around they seemed to have recovered from their plumonary at tack. "Isn't that scar on your forbead where he kicked you once?" Inquired one of them. "Not exactly." "I understood some one to say so," said the party with the cough. "Somebody's mistaken, that's all. How It happened was that one day I was coming Into the front gate and the mule was about 100 yards away, up at the other end of the big yard In front of the house. My hound made a break for him, and as the mule whlrld to run away he let one leg fly at the dog. and the force of the klok, missing the dog. was such that ths shoe flew off and whizzing through the air took me a clip over the eye as I stood at the gate watching tha two animals, and came mighty near settling my earthly accounts right then and there. You see, a mule's shoe is hardly aa light as a lady's slipper and when It Is hurled through the air It Is Just the kind of a thing you ought to stand aside for and let It hare as much room si It wants." S3, 000, 000 FOR k BRIDE. She was Just five days old when jer future was forotold. "She will have a life of adventure," said the prophewss; "be will take grave chances but she won't come to any harm. Tea I be risks shell run she's one that likea to leap, ma'am; but don't worry about the little lassshe's safe to land in luck, every time." And, indeed, a life of adventure might well be predicted, for it was a very exciting day in the Negbauer home, this lifih of little Mildred's ex istence. A defective flue had taken this particular day to show its charact er in the home of the Negbaurta' neighbors across the way. Hrst a little puff of blue smoke crept cau tiously through the boards, and then a tongue of name leaped after it, a..u aoou i he entire structure was criiin jling, wkilel small, venomous apurus bhoi across the way to neighbor Neg bauerJ. Poor Mamma Negbauer, weak and ill, lay quuKing In her bed. It was hard to be burned alive, just after one hud passed sai'eiy through the perils of childbirth. Of what avail was it lo bring a beautiful baby into the world if both must be burned to a crisp? And then in had rushed the firmen and bundled Mamma Negbauer in blankets and bundled Baby Bunting into blank ets, and carried them, very gently, down the street, out of danger. To be sure, the baby caught cold, and Mamma Negbauer hovered be tween life and death for several days alter; but uo serious results could be counted from the baby's uncommonly early airing. She had thrown back her little head and laughed in the face of Jack Frost; and the snuffles he seat her, in revenge, she took very amiably. In fact, Mildred Negbauer wag an exceedingly amiable child except when you crossed her. She had some very determined notions of her own, and it didn't seem to her that the no tions of her elders were as excellent.. In fact, she didn't mind a small uat Ue to win a point, and very seldom did she surrender. But how could one ex pect a little woman who went a-jour-neylng at the age of five days to ac cept the routine roads of life? If left to play In the yard, she was soon creeping through the gates; taken for a walk, she must be closely watched, or she would be scampering out of sight. , What was the big world for but to explore? By and by she came to pinafores and ichool books, and small boys waited bashfully at the gate and took the book-strap from her. She was a favor ite at school with both boys and girls, leing always ready to romp at re cess, and not such a serious student as to oust any head pupil from his place in class. So Mildred Negbauer grew into a tall, graceful girl, and was sent to the high school to finish her educa tion. Bigger boys carried her books now and vied with one another to win her smiles, and as this story happens in the city of New Haven, where good old Yale has its home, and several hundred students take up the study of beauty in their freshman year, Miss Negbauer did not lack for admirers. One of these young men, however, made a very fatal mistake one day fatal for himself for he brought to Mildred's home a fellow student who at once found such favor with her. that all the other boys were soon out of the running. She was not seven teen then, and her boy sweetheart less than twenty. "But they are old enough and big enough," said a gay little god, stringing his bow, for me to have a shot at, I think!" And nod doubt he was right, and aimed his arrows well, for, as every one knows, Matthew Sterling Borden and Mildred Neg bauer fell in love. Now there were reasons n.Ice, con ventional reasons, why it wasn't the proper thing at all for Matthew Bor den to fall In love with Mildred Neg bauer. And In such a monstrous mis fortune befell him, the ily proper course was to fall out of love no less promptly than be fell in. There la all the difference In the world, you know, between linen sheets and cotton, be tween a china bowl and one of crock ery, between a silver spoon, sterling, and one of nickel, silver-plated. To the former of these benefits had young Borden been born, and the latter had been Mildred Negbauer's position. Then, too, there is a vast way to trav el between a millionaire manufacturer and a small retail tailor and there was all that difference between the aire of Matthew Borden and Mildred Negbauer's parental parent. Matthew Borden never thought of aaklng his father's consent to marry ing Mildred. He knew he might as well go ask for the moon. However, he didn't care a picayune for the moon and he cared the whole world for Mil dred Negbauer and have her he must. He told Mildred so In all the impas sioned sentences that a, lad of twenty can command, and Mildred answered something that doubled his pulsebeat, and the robln'a roundelay, chirped overhead, changed Into a anthem as he took her in his arms. When the school year closed, some six months later, Mildred went to visit frlneds of the family who lived In Brooklyn, and there Matthew Bor den came to call. "It Is no use," urged Matthew, "delaying our marriage; my father will never conspnt; but It seems to me it Is you and I who are to be considered. I love you and you say you love me how can anything else niatter? And If, indeed, you love me as I love you, how can you refuse, dear, to give yourself to me? See the unbapplness you Inflict, when I worry and long for your dearest! I cannot study when I am constantly In fear of losing you. If once you were mine, 1 could acquit myself creditably In col loge, but now I simply mope and drone." Mildred waa a woman, with a wom an's heart a heart that was all Matt hew Borden's. She put on a little blue silk frock and they went out for a little walk and the walk ended with Christ Church 'whore the Rev. Dr. Klnsolvlng Joined their right hands and made them one one until death did part therni Then Mildred Borrten went back to her friends and her husband to his home. They eerreaponded and In the tail MM thaw Bonfcn came back to Tala And the gossips wild ht was fery devoted to Mildred Negbauer, and since g'jKKlp flies like a feather. It waa not long before Matthew Borden's parent heard of their son's devotion to the tailor's daughter. Now, when a boy isn't of age, his father baa the ordering of his ways, and it did not in the least please Mil lionaire Borden that his son should pay court to a maid of low degree. He sent, post haste, the family advisor young Borden's godfather to advise his son as to what was fitting; and you can figure to yourself the conster nation of this well-intentioned man when his godson communicated to him that it was a little late in the day to interfere. "We are married, you see," he complacently explained, "and, al though we have never lived together, she is mine and nothing can induce me to give her up." Mr. Sterling hurried back to New York, and there were indignation and lamentation in the Borden mansion that night. Clearly something must be done. It was mere boyish infatua tion, of course, and, obviously, sep aration might be trusted to mend the matter. The boy must be sent away but where and how? Consultation lasted far into the night, but by morn ing young Borden's fate was settled. He was to go abroad, and a professor of Yale must be induced to accompany him, so he might continue his studies and take his degrees quite the same as though he continued in college. He was to travel wherever he wished so long as he kept out of America. He was to have everything he wanted the bills to be sent to the professor. At all cost he must be cured of his wretched infatuation! Professor Tracy Peck undertook the task of tutor to young Borden, and preparations for the tour began. The separation between the young oouple waa pathetic In the extreme. "I go," said Matthew, "since my father can exact my obedience until I am twenty-one; but I swear to you Mil dred, by the honor of my mother, that I will return. The whole world may lie between us, but my thoughts will be with you always. Do not grieve; but I beg you be faithful. I cannot write you, for I have given my prom lee to hold no communication with you at all, but I will come back to you, dear, loving you as I do today. My father thinks the marriage Illegal, since we are both under age; he may have the marriage annulled or desire you to apply for divorce. I do not ad vise you in that case. Do as seems to you best. But be very sure, thy pet, that nothing can separate ua. If the marriage is broken I will marry you again. I am yours for all time, and I believe in you, Mildred I believe you will wait." "I will wa.it," she answered wlith white lips. "Good-bye." They found her In a poor little heap by the door when he had gone. For ten minutes she was blissfully uncon scious. Then she woke to face re ality, to fight despair, to entreat Hope. Matthew Borden settled down in Rome with his tutor and studied hard. H was not stinted In anything, and went about as he chose; in fact, be would have enjoyed himself immensely, no doubt, but for the fact that he never forgot a little face, far away in Amer icanever ceased to hear the whisper "I will wait." As for Mildred, she went to bed with a feer, and when she began to mend, gained strength very slowly. But, by and by, she was downstairs again, and her friends trooped in to see her, and some one else came some one she did not consider quite a friend, and yet he was Matthew's god-father. Mr. Sterl ing called a counsel of the family and laid before them a proposition. The marriage of Mildred Negbauer to Matt hew Borden was clearely illegal, he set forth, neither being of age, and neither having the consent of their parents to the marriage. It was unlikely that young Matthew would return to Amer ica as romantically inclined as in the days of his youth and inexperience, and Mr. and Mrs. Negbauer should see to It that their daughter did not sacrifice her own youth and beauty by fruitless waiting. Moreover, if Mildred really felt the devotion for Matthew she pro fessed, It was strange she should be willing to stand in his pathway be a stumbling stool to his success in life. Mr. Borden, senior, would never look with favor upon his son's marriage, and would disinherit him If it remain ed in force. Of course, ateps might be taken to annul the bonds, but Mr. Bor den was disposed to be considerate, and proposed that Mildred go west and se cure a divorce, he aggreeing to make provision for her future. What could a poor, little seventeen-year-old girl say In the face of such argument? Surely, she wouldn't stand In Matthew's way, and while he was at the other side of the world, what did It matter whether they were mar ried or not? And, hadn't he promised to come back? If he didn't come, be ing married to him would be small comfort if he did, surely they could be married again! And, after all, when one waa so very miserable, a little more misery oouldn't count. So Mamma Negbauer and Mildred started for Dakota, and after ninetv days a decree of divorce waa entered on the court records of Sioux City in re Borden vs. Borden. Papa Borden sent his check for $15,000, and It was Invested In New Haven real estate by his ex-daughter-in-law. Then the days and the months and the years dragged by. Mildred gre bright and cheerful again. She turned the rents of her real estate into trim toilets and combed her hair pompadour "She is forgetting," said Father Neg bauer; but his wife shook her hen'' sadly. "It's hoping. I ;'?ar; she's looking for Matt hack, now; but It's four years, you know four ynnrs, without a word It's not likely he'll come again!" Other men eam.e; men with we'.!' and position to offer; but pretty M'l dred Negbauer shook her head. Ev. after she heard Matthew had returned, and had entered the College of Phy sicians and Surgeons, hope did not leave her heart. There was no definite date set for hla coming, she argued, but some dnv he waa sure to come to her; he had promised, and ahe would not doubt. Now, this Isn't a fairy tale, It Is a real, true story, and I am tailing you what actually occurred. Matthew Bor den rame hfwk to New Haven came back to Mildred Negbaiisr. He did not come with coach and four, or on n prancing milk white steed, but In true nr!-of-th-cntury fashion, dismounted from a bicycle before hla sweetheart's dixjr. He waa a somewhat weary and dusty young man, for be had ridden sll the way from Cromwell, thirty miles away; but Mildred saw only the light In bis eyee, when he came before ber; and be forgot his fatigue when ahe answered to the question that be asked her "I have waited." There is very little more to tell. Of course, they straightaway planned an other elopement, and, this time were wedded in Worcester, by the Rev. L. Conrad, of the First Congregational Church. Papa Borden has not forgiven them, and Papa Negbauer thinks they ought to have waited until Matthew finished his course at the College ot Physicians and Surgeons. "Two yeara more!" exclaims the bridegroom "and I had already waited four! My name, I may mention, is not Jacob." "And I shouldn't care to be Rachel," said Mildred, "though she had Jacob near her, and I was without a word from you, all that dreadful time." "I must make you forget all that, dear," said Matthew gently. But Mildred had already forgotten, as her h ind crept Into his, for the smile sh' gave him spoke only of peace and gladness and infinite content. Mil dred was his at last although hia fourth share of the paternal $12,000,000 was gone forever. MARIE ST. FELIX. FOUGHT WITH CUBANS. Tha Adventures of a Young Woman Now in Philadelphia. Three years ago Miss Eloise Brunet was the belle of the South Cuban port of Cienfuegos. She was healthy and rich. Now she lies upon a cot in a ten-by-ten room in a small house on tha outskirits of Philadelphia, her body burning with fear, her mind racked by terror of the Spaniards, her memory full of the horrors of an experience abounding in starvation, suffering and peril. In her delirium she cries piti fully for protection against the Span lards, who she thinks are seeking to murder her. In a similar condition, aggravated by wounds, is Dr. Andrew Brunet, who served as a major in tha Cuban army. The father of these refugees was an American, who owned a large estate at Cienfuegos. He died in 1893, and his son, Dr. Brunet, went to Cuba to settle up tha estate. The Spanish administration ot such affairs made this a long and dif ficult task. In September, 1895, General Rego raised the Cuban standard in the Cien fuegos district and the young Cuban American was of the first to join him. It was impossible for hia sister to re main on their plantation, and she therefore went into the Cuban service as a nurse. For twenty months she shared the hardships of the patriots, with scarcely even sufficient food and with never a roof over her head or a bed to lie upon. She toiled bravely in the Cuban cause, caring for the sick and wounded, helping to cook the scant provisions and proving herself a hero ine on many occasions. At Hanabanilla she was cooking food for her brother, when the Spaniards began firing into the woods. Dr. Bru net started to go to the front, telling" her to go deeper into the woods, but she insisted on his finishing nis meal. He had not eaten for forty hours and might not have another meal soon. To bis anxiety a.bout her safety, as the shells fell about them, she replied: "Those don't hurt! I am not afraid of Spanish bullets!" On another occasion Miss Brunet and her brother were mistaken for Span iards and the Cubans opened fire on them. They jumped into a river and swam aqross. The bullets splashed water in their faces, but they were not hurt, and the mistake was discovered. They then had to sit up all night to dry their clothes. After twenty months of this life, they both contracted malarial fever, and were so ill that they had to leave the Insurgent party and seek shelter and food. They found neither, and were compelled to take refuge in a cave, where they lived for three weeks with no food, but some green pumpkins, half grown sweet potatoes and water from a stagnant pool. Once they were two days without a morsel of food, when an old man discovered them and brought them a few roots. Both suf fered terribly from fe4r and were often delirious. Finally the brother managed to climb the hill and attract the attention of a Spanish planter, who took them to Sierra, whence they were taken by boat to Cienfuegos. When they landed at the wharf, Miss Brunet had no shoes, and her dress, which she had worn for three months, was in shreds. Their feet, hands and faces were swollen, and they were piti able looking objecta. Though almost unable to walk, they wered ragged along by the Spanish soldiers, who cursed and struck them. The Spanish commander examined them separately to find cause to put then to death, but falling in that he permitted them to go to their sister's, who lived nearly a mile away, on condition that they re ported in person every three or four days. This, in their condition, en tailed the most Intense suffering but the order was pitilessly enforced. Dr. Brunet appealed to the American consul, Owen McGarr, for aid, but it was refused him. There followed a long correspond ence with the state department at Washington, and In the end the con sul was ordered to help them. They received their passports on August 30, and sailed on September 7. Their pas sage was paid all the way to New York Instead of to Florida. Dr. Brunet and his Bister have filed a claim at Wash ington against the Spanish govern ment for the destruction of their prop erty at Ceinfuegos. Kelp, or seaweed, usually con sidered one of Nature's su perfluities, if properly treated, is a source of wealth. One ton of good kelp will produce eight pounds ot io dine, large quantities of chloride of potassium, four to ten gallons of vola tile oil, three or four gallons of naph tha, and one hundred and fifty to four hundred pounds of sulphate of am monia. It may be used as food, drink and medlclns. When converted Into gelosa it is a vegetable isinglass. In Franc a gelatine or gum Is mad from It which Is used in finishing cot ton fabrics and In making artificial leather. Large crops of seaweed may be cultivated by placing large stones within tide-water mark on sandy shores. . 0