THEY RUGN.
Who are the kings u4 princes
That bold undoubted iwiy?
The Hvid, the maefc, the purs In heart.
The men of Christ are they:
Called to be kins and priests by Ood,
Their la unstained renown;
They rule, and lead the hearts of men,
And nona may take their crown.
Tha son of Ood, Joint heirs with Chrlat,
They are of royal birth.
Their might Is In their gentleness,
Thair heritage the earth;
They need no herala to proclaim "
Their titles or their right;
Their names are In the book of Ood.
Their deeds 1 ascribed In light
They have no armies for defence.
No panoply of state.
No regal splendor decks their brows.
No pomp proclaims them great;
Their trlumpha come so silently.
The world can never know
How large their empire has become.
How their possessions grow.
But In the crisis of the world,
Its most august affairs.
It la these autocrats of good
Who rule men unawares;
And for their sakes, and In Christ's
name,
Are bloodless victories woo;
The crowd thinks otherwise: but this'
The will of Ood is done.
Christian Endeavor World.
A LOST LADY
OF OLD YEARS
"A Lost Lady of Old Tears" is the
somewhat mystifying title of a clever
romance of the days of "Bonnie Prince
Charlie," and the wars begun for his
reinstatement. ' It Is written by John
Buchanan, a young Scotch writer, who
have given much promise. In this, his
latest story, many of his friends have
found something of the flavor of Rob'
ert Louis Stevenson and hli charm of
style. The author quotes some lines
from Browning upon the page opposite
his first chapter;
E'en so, swimming appears.
Through one's after-supper musings,
Borne lost lady of old years.
With her beauteous vain endeavor
And goodness unrepald as ever.
Of this story one Francis Blrken
ahaw is the hero, and a certain lovely
lady, Margaret Murray, Is the heroine.
Lady Murray was the wife of William
Hurray of Broughton. She was a lead
er In the cause of Charles Stuart, "The
Pretender," who sought to oust the
house of Hanover from Its place at the
head of the English government. Here
Is the account of the first meeting of
the hero and heroine. Francis Blrken
haw, descended from a noble house,
had fallen upon evil times. He was
wild and dlselpated, and now. In his
early twenties, found himself a home
less adventurer. In desperation, he had
consented to aid a robber and house
breaker, and was even now ylthln the
walls of a stately house In the coun
try, many miles from Edinburgh. He
had entered the house, but, being un
familiar with Its rooms, he was at a
loss as to how to proceed. Suddenly
he heard footsteps approaching, and he
sank into a chair.
"The light of a lamp flooded the
room, showing Its noble size and costly
furnishing. Francis sat silent in hla
chair, curious of the result, and busily
searching his brains for some plausible
tale. The Hghtbearer saw at the table
a long man, his face dark with the
sun, dwressed decently yet with marks
of travel, and bearing somewhat In
his dress and demeanor the stamp of a
townsman, who sat waiting on the
newcomer's question with eyes half
apologetic and half bold.
"As for Francis himself, he saw a vis
Ion which left him dumb. He had ex
pected the sight of a servant, or, at
most, some gentleman of the cause, us
ing the house as a lodging. But, to
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woman, holding a lamp above ner ana
looking full from Its canopy of light
Into the half darkness. In the dimness
he seemed tall and full of grace,
standing alert and stately, with a great
. air of queenshlp. Her gown was of
soft white satin, falling In shining folds
to her feet, and showing the tender
curves of arm and bosom. Above, at
the throat and wrists, her skin was
white as milk, and the hair rose in
dark masses on her head, framing her
wonderful face pale, with the delicate
paleness so far above roses. Something
In her eyes, In the haughty carriage of
the little head, In the life and grace
which lay in every curve and motion,
took suddenly from Francis the power
of thought. He looked In silent
amusement at this goddess from the
void.
"He had waited for surprise, anger,
even fear; but, to his wonder, he found
only recognition. She looked on him
as if she had come there for no other
purpose than to seek him. A kindly
condescension of one born to rule and
be obeyed, was in her demeanor.
" 'Ah, you are here,' she safd. 'I
thought you had not come. You are my
Lord Mawrwater'a servant?'
"For an instant Francis" wits wan
dered at the suddenness of the ques
tion. Then Ms readiness returned, and,
with some shrewdness he grasped the
state of matters. He rose hurriedly
to his feet and bowed with skill. 'I
feave that honor, my lady said he;
and be reflected that his sober dress
would suit ths character,
"A he stood, a tumult of thoughts
rushed, through his brain. This was
the famous lady whom h had so often
heard of, she who was the Cause, the
prince and the King to to many loyal
gentlemen. HI eyes gloried In her
beauty, for somewhere In hie hard na
ture there waa an ecstatic Joy In mere
loveliness. But the bodily perfection
waa but a drop In the oup of hla aston
ishment She had olsaiiy been reoetv.
In guests in this old house, aud guests
ot quality, (or the rich white gown
waa Ilka a elate drees, aad Jewels
jacked at her neck and
ewlft and violent longing seised him to
be one of her company, to see her be
fore him, to be called her friend. In
her delicate grace she seemed the type
of all he had renounced forever not
renounced, for in his turbid boyhood
he had had no glim pee of it To this
wandering and lawless man for one
second the elegancies of life were filled
with charm, and he sighed after the
unattainable. Then his mood changed
to one of fierce revulsion. This was a
lady of rank and wealth, doubtless with
a craxy pride of place and honor, con
descending gravely to him aa one far
beneath; and he, he waa the careless,
the Indomitable who would laugh in
the face of the whole orderly world.
He took the letter which she put Into
his hands, addressed to Mr. Murray of
Broughton, her husband, and went
away In a maze of thoughts. He quite
forgot his errand of robbery, and did
not think of his fellow, the would-be
robber, who waited outside for him
Adventures came to him, and, in an
Inn, against which she had warned
him, he was most Indiscreet while in
his cups. She came upon him there
having discovered that he was unre
liable, and they had some words. In
anger the lady struck him across the
face with her riding whip. She thought
he was a renegade servant, and "he felt
with acid bitterness the full Ignominy,
the childish servile shame of his pos
tion." , , . "In that instant he knew
the feebleness of his renunciation of
virtue. Some power not himself forbade
the extremes of disgrace some bequest
from more gallant forbears, some lin
gering- wlso of honor." He bowed his
head and received her blow.
She went her way to Edinburgh, and
he followed, miserable, yet determined.
He would redeem himself In her eyes.
He would serve her. He would serve
the cause. Asking for Secretary Mur
ray, he waa told that Lady Murray
often attended to his business. He was
allowed to enter.
"He found himself In a long dining
room walscoted In brown oak, and lit
by a blazing fire on the hearth. Two
candles burned faintly on a table, where
sat a lady poring over a great map. She
started at his entrance, and then, lift
ing a candle, came forward to scan hla
face. Meantime he waa In a pitiable
state of fear."
She speke to him aa If he were the
unfaithful servant she thought. "The
words with the sting of a lackey's re
proach were the needed stimulant to
Francis' brain,"
"I am no servant," he said, and then
hurriedly and brokenly he stammered
a confession. ...
"If I had known you as I know you
now r.o lash of mine would have touch
you. A whipping l for a servant's
fault, which may yet be forgiven. But
for such as yours . . . And you are
made In the likeness of a proper man,"
and a note of wonder Joined with her
contempt
She asked his name, and he told her
"lilrkenshaw," she cried. "Of the
Yarrow Blrkenshaws? I have heard the
name. Maybe even It. Is kin of my own.
I have hpard the name of that as a
great and honorable house. And you
hae lived to defile It!"
"The man said rothing. Deep hidden
in his nature was a pride of race and
name, the stronger for lis secrecy. Now
he saw It draped forth and used as
the touchstone for his misdeeds. It was
the sharpest weapon In the whole arm
ory of reproach."
M asked that she trust him, that
she give him a trial.
"The lady frowned and tapped her
fingers on the table, looking over his
head to the wall beyond. 'You have
much to learn, she said gently. 'Do
you think It is any merit In your serv
ices which would make me take you for
the prince? Then as If to herself, 'It
Is raw stuff, but It would be a Chris
tian eY.t to help In the shaping of it to
honesty.'
"Then . with a sudden Impulse she
walked straight up to him and looked
In his eyes. 'Lay your hand on mine,'
she said, 'and swear. It Is the old oath
of my house, maybe, too, of your own.
Swear to be true to your word, your
God, and your king, to flee from no foe
and hurt no friend. Swear by the ea
gle's path, the dew, and the king's
soul.'
" 'I swear, he said, his hand shak
ing like a leaf as It touched her slender
wrist,"
Margaret Murray had work for the
willing ones. She sent Francis Into
the highlands to Simon Fraser, the
great F.arl of Lovat, te enlist the ser
vice of his clan In the cause. He ar
rived at the castle of the Frasers in
the progress of a banquet His name
was taken to the earl and a place was
made for him at the table.
"From the great man himself Fran
cis could not keep his eyes, and In the
pauses of the meal he found himself
narrowly watching the mighty figure
lolling In his carven armchair. Already
beyond the confines of old age, an un
gainly form' with legs swollen with the
gout and a huge rolling paunch, he lay
In his seat like a mere drunken glut
ton. But when the eye passed from his
body to the ponderous face and head,
the mind drew his nature In different
colors. The brow was broad and wrin
kled with a thousand lines, hanging
heavy over his eyes and fringed with
great gray eyebrows. The thick, fleshy
nose, the coarse lips, the flaccid gray
cheeks, were all cast In lines of mas
sive strength, and the Jaw below tha
cunnlg mouth waa hard aa If cut In
stone.
But the most notable point In the
man was the pair of little eyes, still
keen as a ferret's, aad cruel In their
resolute blue. He ate ravenously and
drank scandalously of every wlne.keep
lag up all the while a Are of compli
ment and Jocularities, coarse aa the
gutter, at which tha obedient aseembty
After the feast From-Is had an In
terview with the Lord Lovat In a tur
ret chamber. "The place waa little
and bright, with a cheerful Are and
long couch of skins, so thick were
the walls, so narrow the space, that
Francis felt himself secluded from the
world. The chief lay stretched out with
his feet to the blase, a little black table
with wine at his elbow. 'Young man,'
he said, 'I pray you sit down. See to
your main comfort. Ye are admitted to
a private and secret audience with a
man who Is not accessible to alL
trust ye have the sense to value your
preevllege.'
"Francis bowed In some confusion.
The look of arrogant strength in this
strange old man crushed his spirits
He sorely distrusted his own wits in
contest with this rock of Iron.
' 'Ye will have a letter from the
secretary?
" 'Indeed no,' said Francis, for the
matter Is somewhat too long for a let
ter. It la a thing for discussion, my
lord, and not for a scrawl on paper.'
"The old man looked grimly at the
speaker. 'And who are you in God's
name,' he rasped out, 'that Is thought
worthy to come and treat wl me?
me, the first lord In the Hlelands, the
friend o' princes.'
" 'My name Is Francis Blrkenshaw
at your service,' said the other, con
scioua that those shrewd eyes were
scanning every line in his face, every
thread in Ms garments.
'Once more his catechlst plied him.
'Are ye gt-ntrice?' he asked.
"At this Some heat came into Fran
cis' blood, and he answered warmly:
'I am even as yourself, my lord. My
descent Is none so regular, but I have
the name and blood of a gentleman.'
"Lovat frowned crossly, for the scan
dals of his family were common talk
'Ye have a ready tongue In your head
sir, but ye are somewhat lacking In re
spect So ye are one of Murray's pack
men?" 1
"He waited for an answer, but Fran
cis held his peace. 'Ay,' he went on.
'a deeflcult, dangerous Job. Murray's
a sl.llplt body, a keen man for his aln
pvid, but without muckle penetration.
But hie wife weel. d ye ken his wife?'
" 'I have the honor of her acquaint
ance,' said Francis, stiffly.
'Have ye. Indeed?' said Lovat, smil
ing. 'A fine -woman, then, I can ten ye,
sir. A tenny bitch! A speerlty llcht sort
o body!' and he looked from below his
eyebrows to see the effect of his words.
'If you will pardon me, sir,' said
I'rancls. I fall to see your point you
are talVing of the character of those
with whom I have nothing to do. Be
assured I did not ride over your wet
hills to indulge in moral disquisitions:
"The man laughed long to himself.
ho (haVs your talk?' he said, 'ana
you r no one or Murray s ngnim
cockt? Weel, the better for my bus!-
nets. Help yourself to some wine, Mr,
I'lrkt-nshaW, for ft's drouthy work talk
ing. ' " , .
Then follows the account ot a re
markable Interview, In which Francis
was more than Impressed with the abil
ity of the Lord Lovat.
The story goes on with Francis' ad
ventures until he comes to tne .uaay
Murray again, after defeat had come to
the Jacobites, and there was a price
upon the heads of all the leaders. To
the lady's deep humiliation and dis
grace, her husband became a traitor to
his former associates, and went to Lon
don in the role of an Informer. Fran
cis accompanied the dispirited lady to
London, where she -would find refuge
In Lord Manorwater's house. The two
whb had made each other's acquaint
ance In such strange circumstance soon
found that they loved. Separation was
their fate, however, and they knew it.
Murray yet lived, a traitor, and de
spised of all. Lady Murray decided to
go to a convent In France, there to
spend the rest of her days, and Francis
would return to Scotland, there to live
his life. This is the author's story of
that lost evening before their Jour
neys upon separate ways:
"That evening the house was un
wontedly gay, for some few Jacobite
gentlemen had been bidden to supper,
and the friends of the Manorwaters had
come to bid godobye before the Journey
Into France. After the fashion of the
broken party they allowed no sign of
melancholy to appear, and the scene
was as gay as If the time had been
happy alike for all. Francis was in no
mood for ny meeting with others, but
he could not, in grace, refuse to ap
pear, In a little he was glad, for It
comforted him to see how the end of
the drama was played with spirit As
he watched the brave sight he felt how
little a thing is failure In act if the
heart Is unbroken.
"But the vision , of Margaret fairly
surprised him. She had dressol her
self In her gayest gown, putting on her
old Jewels which had Iain untouched
for months. Like a girl at the dawning
of life she moved among the guests,
cheerful, witty, Incomparably fresh and
lovely. Once again she was the grands
dame who had guyed the prince's
councils and the honest gentlemen whe
had stood for his cause. For a second
he felt an overpowering, Jealous crav
ing for this woman, a rcpubnance to
the graynes of his lot And then It
passed, and he could look on her and
be thankful for this final spirit. It was
the last brave flickering of life before
the ageless quiet of her destiny."
"Women often send mesaages to their
dreaamakera or to dry gooda ahopa on
postal cards," says the September La
dles' Home Journal, "attaching a bit of
cloth, ribbon or samples. This makes
the card 'unmallable,' so that It Is al
ways sent to the dead letter office and
invariably destroyed. Men presumably
men not Infrequently paste a clevei
Joke or a telling political fragment up
on a postal card and send It to a friend
at least, start It; but It never arrives.
Nothing can be attached tn a postal
card, nor may one ford be written on
the a 04 res siaa exwpt tne address it
self."
A PREACIIE BE
COMES A TRAMP
"Am I an advocate of the eight hours
a day? I am an anarchist on the sub
Ject."
The exclamation of earnestness ,the
forceful tones of a cultured voice, the
masterful manner of speech, coming
from the roughly dressed, unshaven Ir
ish laborer, were evidence that there
was a story behind it
And the story a man of culture, ac
customed to broadcloth and fine linen
welcome at the table of luxury, used
to all the refinement of a pleasant
home, surrounded with his books, re
spected among men three months later
In the garb of a workman, taking his
dinner from a tin pall, In the company
of the unlettered, one of the masses,
reviled by the profanity of a "boss"
and why?
The Rev. George O. McNutt Is looked
upon as one of the brightest Presby
terian ministers Indiana has produced.
He has been pastor of one of the larg
est congregations in Indianapolis. He
established the Young Men's Christian
association there. He has also been a
successful pastor In New York, Cali
fornia and Illinois.
BECAME A TRAMP.
He left his cogregatlon at Urbana,
111. He cast aside his clerical garb. He
donned the clothes of a laborer. Pen
niless, he set out on the highways, a
respected minister of the gospel trans
formed into a workman out of a Job.
Why does not the church of today
reach the masses? That was the prob
lem he set out to solve. That waa why
the clergyman became a tramp.
"You can't reach the children through
the Sunday schools," the principal of
the schools in an Indiana city said to
him, and that started him into making
an Investigation.
"I know," said Mr. McNutt, "that this
Is a time of theological unrest I knew
that preachers and others were uneasy
over the present condition of the
churches, especially in the larger cities.
I knew that the decline of the Christian
religion In the New England states was
or appeared to be so great as to call
for a fast day proclamation by the
governor of New Hampshire, but I did
not realise that right here in Indiana
we Hooalers had drifted so far that the
churches no longer represented even
the child life of the community.
"Refusing to take an Invoice for fear
of the facts, would be criminal business
policy. What would an Invoice of the
Indiana churches show?
"Realizing that we preachers are
likely to be long on wind and short on
facts, and remembering the maxim of
Dmerson, 'Hug your facts,' I am on a
still hunt for facts, especially In the
exact attitude of the churches toward
the laboring classes, and of the laboring
clasne toward the churches.
SWORN AT BY THE BOSS.
"To go after such facts In a clerical
garb would be like trying to surprise
an Indian camp with a torchlight pro
cession and a brass band.
Attired as an Irishman out of a Job
I applied for work at the tlnplate mills
in Atlanta, Ind. I sat down outside
the gate and awaited my turn, and,
having no particular trade, was as
signed to the labor gang. A fortunate
assignment in helping the machinist
and master mechanic set up a 'pickler
and big hoisting crane gave chance foi
occasional breathing spells, but after
that was done I took my place with
the rest unloading steel billets for ten
hours, day after day.
If there was anything monotonous,
meaningless, stupefying, It Is the steady
lift, lift, lift of fifty pounds of steel to
a man, averaging about seven or eight
tons a day. Just when one's back be
gins to crack along comes the boss.
Bosses, like other people, seem to have
spells,' and It often happens that when
the men are working the hardest the
boss has a spell, and the floodgates of
profanity are opened.
I remember It ocurred to me and a
man is not etymologlcally responsible
for what occurs to him that If by any
chance I should be sidetracked and
land in hades, I should like to get the
Job of chief stoker and have charge of
the bosses. Once, when a mason came
to me to haul bricks and sand, I went
lor them with the alacrity with which
hungry dog goes for a bone. The
bricks seemed like feathers, and the
sand like snowfiakes. I
'Am I an advocate of eight hours a
day? An advocate! I am an anarchist '
on the subject
"The blast from that great whistle
after ten hours' handling of cold steel
was aa sweet music as will break on '.
the ears of the redeemed. Curiously, !
that same whistle In the morning
sounded like a mail from the depths.
HAS BKARNED MUCH.
"I listened and learned the meaning
ot many things never before under-
stood. I can see more clearly, when
I look at the dome of some great fac
tory, the man behind the machine, and
the little home, however humble, be
hind the man. Between the lines of the
dally telegraphic dispatch, 'Workman
killed, leaving wife and children,' I can evaporation can go on rapidly. The se
see the tragedy of human life and com- cret of ol Jelly maklns Is highly fla
prehend more clearly, I believe, the vored frulU' Lemon' nd BP'C'
meaning of him In whose sight the
laborlna- man stand. ki.h .....
ganlzer of a trust, who says, 'Come
unto me, all ye that labor and are
heavy laden, and I wll Igive you rest
"It I. written of him: 'The common
people heard him gladly,' The serious
question in all thi. ... Are the churT.
genuinely Chr.st.an.lk. in their wel-
come to the weary and the heavy la-
den? And the common people, where
are they? Are they today any more
alienated from Ood than they were
when the Naaarene lived among them
loved them and won them?
"After fourteen and a self days I
found it necessary to lay off from any
first Job for repairs and reflection.
" 'Is it possible,' was one of my re
flections, 'that our schools are turning
out ecclesiastical debutantes, theolog
ical rosebuds, who, having passed six
teen to twenty years through the hands
of the polishers, are fitted only to shine
in the drawing rooms of polite society
rather than to be ministers also to and
of the common people?
"'Would it not be well to withhold
the diploma for a year, and give the
senior a Jumper, a pair of overalls, $t
and a ticket 1,000 miles away from
home? After a year spent In earning a
living; with tollers, making a dollar a
day, would be not be better fitted to
present himself for holy orders? What
post-graduate course could be better?
This, of course, Is on the assumption
that a minister Is not above his Mas
ter, who was a son of toil and waa
tempted In all points like as we are.
"Are churches often affected by sim
ilar microbes of monumental meanness?
Is there as much Joy over one sinner
that repenteth a far mhand -as there
Is oevr one lawyer, one banker, or one
professor who 'comes to our church?
"Are these things true in Indiana?
Investigation will disclose."
Has Mr. McNutt's experiment paid
him? He perhaps has learned and Is
learning much that will enable him to
better reach the masses, to gather lntc
his congregation men such as those
with whom he labored. But will hir
suggestion that such a course as he ha
laid out for himself be made a post
graduate course for theological stu
dents be adopted?
Don't Drift.
If a man Is on a Journey, where he
goes depends very largely upon where
he sets out to go. If he Is out for pleas
ure almost any road will do, provided
It Is through a pleasant country. But
if he Is on business he takes the
straight road. For an expeditious, suc
cessful Journey there is nothing like
having a definite objective point In
view and keeping on the direct path.
If a man would succeed In business
he must know what he Is after, and
bend all his energies to the accom
plishment of that one thing. And In
matters pertaining to one's spiritual
culture, the acquisition ot life and man
hood, there is nothing like having an
aim single, steady and well defined.
"This one thing I do." Character la
not an accident but an achievement.
No one ever Inherits it or happens upon
it. He climbs after It and fights for It
If It were possible to analyse the
causes of the many moral wrecks for
ever being cast upon the social strand,
or If the deeper reasons for so much
spiritual stuntednees and deformity
were discoverable to human eyes, there
is no doubt they would be found to lie
most of all in utter absence of such an
aim. In multitudes of lives there Is a
vast amount of spiritual drifting and
uncertainty, aiming at nothing and al
ways hitting what they aim at In a
measure this indecision Is the bane of
all lives, and the one secret of spiritual
life and health is being rid of It. Strong
and beautiful characters do not have it.
They know what they are here In the
world for, and never get lost on the
way.
We are acoustomed to measure the
worth of a man spiritually by the ob
jects he considers most worthy of his
pursuit, the things he is most ambi
tious to possess, and no matter what
his profession or possessions, If he Is
seeking what Is mean and low we do
not rank him high in the scale of man
hood. What am I living for? is a ques
tion which every earnest soul will be
asking Itself continually as long as life
lasts. The answer to that question
will become clearer and more distinct
with the years. Am I the master of
things and circumstances, or am I their
slave? Nothing In the world is quite
so bracing to one's higher courage, so
Inspiring to one's hope, so tonic and
stimulating to the will, so Invigorating
to the spiritual life, as to believe and
feel that one Is here for a great pur
pose, for a work which no other soul
can do, and to go about one's tasks.
whatever those tasks may be, assured
that all of them are God-given, sacred,
Imperative and related to a distant and
noble end. It matters little what I do
compared with the spirit in which I
take up my work. I must know how to
find good In what seems to be evil, to
etract the sweet from the bitter, or I
have not learned the meaning of Christ
and his cross. If I can make the corn-
mon events of life serve my highest
purpose, if I can find the poetry of the
world in its homely prose, as every true
"'nse tnen ttus wor,d ltself a
Pon to me ftnd 1 nave M'coverea tne
"ecret of tne wll,e- If out of tne quarry
OI ever ua me 1 '"x . "
nary stones and build a temple of the
living God, then I am Independent of
all monopolies and have no need of
favor from anyone. The
tlonallst.
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but the absolute exclusion of air with
perfect rubers and tops. In making
fruit Jelly always use large pans so
should be used only for citron, water-
melon and other flavorleas preserves.
The Paerve ahould always be kept In
dark roon" that are ! V0"'
t,,ated' Tnl" U the on'y WaV P',
vent tn "'reeb' ' tn?l
frult p,t''' 't0m' u
le"'n th '""l" ZZnl
P",b,e' for the' ! ""rt of
to the preserves than any other part oi
the fruit This Is why peaches, plums
.nd cherries are canned with the pits
. L ,k. -v.i. ran
,n thm TB,,r ftyor th WhU
or Jar.
NOTES OF THE DAY.
Chicago has contributed nearly $7
000,000 so far in war taxes.
The Kansas corn record may be bro
ken this year by a crop of 300.000.0S)
bushela
A Paris Journal declares that "pe
troleum drinkers" are becoming plen
tiful In the Hostile quarters.
In Chicago 83,000 dog licenses hay
been Issued for this year, and 7,000 oi
8,000 more are expected to be taken out
A movement has been started in
Texaa to bring about the incorporation
of manual training in the curriculum ol
the public schools of that state.
Russia's Asiatic possessions art
three times the size of England's, but
hold only 13,000,000 inhabltanta, against
England's 287,000,000 subjects.
Hanover, Pa., has distinguished Itselt
by running out of town the Just-elected
superintendent of schools because if
was found that he was a Roman Cath
olic. Successful experiments have been
made in Paris with an automobile wa
tering cart, and 300 of these will be put
in service, replacing 800 horsepowet
carts now In use.
In Kansas, since 1850, every year end
ing with the figure 9 has been a great
corn year, while every year ending with
a cipher has shown a failure of th
corn crop.
The Spanish are among the most
charitable people on earth. Without a
poor tax Spanish communities of 60,001
self-supporters feed a pauper popula
tion of 6,000 or more.
A democratic club, recently organized
In New Haven, Is to be run, partly at
least, on public funds. It has voted to
assess public officeholders who are.
members of the club 2 per cent of thelt
salaries.
According to George F. Kunz, special
agent of the United States geological
survey, the value of all the precious
stones found in the United States in
X898 was $160,920, as compared with
$138,676 in 1897.
At a recent wedding in Atchison,
Kan., the' Congregational minister ot
that city refused to perform the cere
mony, though the bride was a member
of his church, for the reason that she
was a divorced woman.
The kissing bug was Invented by a
band of Washington correspondents, to
give them a sensation for the dull sea
son. They even invented its alleged sci
entific name. Entomologists say such an
Insect does not exist.
From Denver comes a complaint
against a toowlse public impounder.
The dog catcher stands on a corner and
loud'y calls: "Here, Dewey! Here, Dew
ey!" and then gathers In the luckless
and tog-less that answer to their name.
Maine's adjutant general Is about to
organize her naval reserve. Its nucleus
will be taken from the men from Port
land who served on the Montauk dur
ing the war with Spain. It Is hoped to
get the organization in working condi.
tion by January.
The Kansas City Journal says: "A
careful summing up of the accounts of
Fourth of July celebrants, as given In
the Kansas press, shows that more
people were dangerously hurt than the
entire number of wounded in the Twen.
tleth Kansas."
Miss Nora Abbey, a nurse at Belle
vue hospital, New York, who badly
burned her hands In rescuing babies
from the fire In the infants' pavilion,
has been dismissed from her place, It
is said, because she gave information
of the Are to reporters.
According to a New York physician,
women who enter hospitals there to
learn the profession of nurses.look upon
the hwpltal as a matrimonial hunting
ground, where young physicians are the
quarry; that flirting with the doctor!
comes first, and taking care of the pa
tients second.
At a meeting of the Prussian acad
emy of sciences on July 30 Prof. Dills
delivered an address on the need of a
universal language for men of science,
In order that articles and books may
be Intelligible to all. He considered
volapuk an artificial product of little
use, and advocated the adoption ol
English as the world language.
Few of the million passengers oi
more who make their dally Journey In
a London 'bus or street car know that
the horses which draw them are nearly
always American or Canadian. Great
Britain, the "horsiest" country In thj
world, buys more than 20,000 horsef
from the United States nearly every
year. Nearly all of these are heavy
draught horses.
Belgium is the most confused little
nationality on earth.' In the great
cities the population Is made up of in
extrlcable mixtures of Flemish racei
and the Walloons, pure French, and
Germans. Add to this broad Bplashef
of the Spanish blood that came In with
the princes of the last century, and
you have a curious conglomerate mat
the brave little Belgian.
The largest Item of Increase In Great
Britain's exports during June, as com
pared with 1898, was raw materials '
where the gain was $3,156,000. Most ol
this Increase, however, was In coal
which England has been exporting It
enormous quantity. Its coal export!
for June rose in volume 33 per cent
over 18R; shipments for the six monthl
increased 36 per cent.
Some plants go to sleep every night
The mimosa, or sensitive plant Ir
daylight opens Its fragile leaves, whltl
are hard at work eating, absorbing thi
carbonic acid of the air Into plant food
At night the mimosa sleeps and dl
Vests what It has eaten, and the leavw
fold up double against each other, thi
stem droops, and the leaf Is limp Hat
apparently dead.
