..guilty® INNOCENT? Ey AMY BRAZIER. m ^ •■h.utek \ , ’ *■»» bippeM ‘r;* “»i h r. i,, um« 2:'.*—v* ■>'«* *«'«■ ■.« through 44 «»n ir t» r o’,4o Jotuu thr •ro.4. »U4 ,h. „1. fl„ **> * t. , mag:. tier »ad #t-r> und. uiUr to l»t Mai mm «a the bank r-.f * small. -a*,.. < rw* •T> ^ over th.» counter at a rtriBj* er®, * a TIm> baUk iMWgiT i* »to -ping over a prostrate t~* *" *> of *le cashier, limp !l and t-as*«»ihu That th,»r# ha* • **n an outrage is p.ata to the ■ mm o, *» understanding. T-* ?J**r is stresn *ith papers, and a •tool la overt arped There mast have Uern n <*«sp Tet Straggle before the young n*B u» ui rpo** red. The pis'e *• a r< . .a- m r»- k At first lh*> t general op.;., t » that the cashier Is j 4eid~ mut a bis collar." he •ays. 4 nl glance* around on the sen** of confus.oo th- monrj lying on the floor, -fle book* the Sebastian stoops suddenly and picks I ttp a c teqoe off the floor Georg** Bou- 1 were m scrawled a rots the bark of It. Wiiton a aord he bands the cheqje to the bank manager remarking: ~Mr Bouiere may be able to throw some light on this. 1 me: him com ing out at the bank about a quarter of an boir ago He ran at least S3y If everything was right then." Where Mr B -u\**ri* now T" "Gone home. 1 ?*ncjr. He was wir- J lag off a large sum of money at the j poat-fb e when I met him ” Mr Kelly turns unite as his eyes meet those at Sebastian -J go not know if anything has been taken ” be says very low. still chafing away at the limp hands of Mr. Grey. Then the doctor hurries in and makes an examination ‘The man ts not dead, he has been chloroformed. ‘ I-:* is the »erdirt and the news gun* out to the little kno* of people netatde Not only has the cashier been ehlorofcrmed but the bank has been robbed do far has been ascertained 1' 4 *UB.i<'. ■■ It ts a very clever robbery, evident ly well planned and carried out sue- i resafelly during the time the manager was at bis lunch Nothing further can be cnown till Mr. Grey recovers ronsrlocsneas. The cashier, who is a very uninteresting young man. tie rum** all at onme bark, and he casts terrified glance* round. "Them, now yon are all right " say* ! the bank manager nervously uad im- ' patiently He is anxious to had out if the cashier can give any account of the as aaul! upon him. aay clue to the per petrator of the outrage. A couple of poli< '«wb stand by. Mr. > Greg s eyes turn toward* them almost J»pJ;i" *■ L* u».%* ly He must have got a terrible shock to be ao unnerved and shaken “Mow. Mr. Grey, try and give us rome account of thi* mystery. Von must know something ,* Mr. Savin* saj. "E»ery nummi * delay give* the thief time to get off. It seei»j» from the hasty m*p> ’><*» made by Mr. I Kelly that over a hundred pound, have I been taken “ The in Jared man * t»P* writhe, and a damp sweat stands out on his fore* head he lifts two shaking hands “He triad to murder m” he gasps almost inarticulately. “I was all atone, and he sprang over the counter’** -Who*" aekr Mr. haville. with des perate earnest news Quick! do you know who It was?** The caahier s face turns a then he has not yet recovered by any m au Ifis eyen rove anxiously round Mr Greg, you are losing time/* the manager says “ft is of the greaiest Importance that yonr statement should he made perfectly Hear .** • | will tell all I kaow. the young ah tapers with diffculty. "You hod gone to your lunch. Mr. Kelly, it on* very ff .net. about two ©‘Hock, a «tmc very fen people are about I oas vetting ta the ledger when the bonk door opened and a sun cam*- in. He had • small bag in his hand. He 111 niat-if n chcffue for payment, it was for five pounds He said be would have if in gold, and I tamed to get it far him This is God s truth Mr. Kel ly. In n second he sprang over the «w rater, seined me by the collar, chok ing rne. We Struggled desperately. hut I could not call out—! was choking. And then he stuffed s handkerchief aonked with chloroform in my morth He hHd it there. 1 do not know any ^Hc shivers as he speak* and rovers his ghastly ter* with his hands ftetmatiaa Kuvill* hands forward. Who was the */»!“ He asks the guest ion intently, earnestly— Air Grey lifts his head. It was George Bouverie.” 1 knew It." Mr. Saville says quiet y. "I saw him coming out of the 'oink, und immediately after dispatch money by tH* graph. It was a bold robbery indeed. Now. Air. Kelly, w hat are you going to do?" Mr. Kelly's fa. e looks grey with ter- ' ror. I cannot believe it!" he exclaims. ! orge Bouverie! The thins; seems to oie impossible. Mr. Grey!”—fixing st< rn eyes upon the drooping figure of the cashier. "Do you swear that Mr. Bouverie drugged >ou and robbed the bank? Before God. is this the truth?" “Yes. it is the truth; I am prepared to swear it!" The cashier's tones are steady enough now. He looks Mr. Kelly straight in the face. "I did not know the bank was robbed; I only know- for certain that George Bouverie attacked and drugged me.” "He has been financially embar rass* -d." Mr. Soville says. "He has be. n in desperate straights for money! ” “I know." admits Mr. Kelly reluc tantly. remembering a passionate re quest from young Bouverie to be al lowed to overdraw his account. But. s'ill from money difficulties to a bank robbery was a wide and awfu’ gulf. Mr. Grey is examined and cross-ex amined; he sti. ks to his statement in an unshaken manner. "Thi> is terrible’” groans Mr. Kelly. "To think young Bouverie should sink to an act of burglary! it will kill his mother!" Mr. Saville prepares to depart. "It is sad indeed; but that young man is steeped to the lips in turf transactions more or less discreditable. I suppose you w-ill have a warrant made out immediately?” He lowers his eyes to conceal the look of triumph. Branded as a crim inal. Barbara can no longer think of George Bouverie! The bank manag“r sighs and passes his hand across his forehead. "1 suppose it will have to be done,” he says slowly; "but, Mr. Grey. I ! could almost believe you the victim of a hallucination!" Sebastian laughs. "Hallucination can not chloroform a man or rob a bank.” "I mean." said Mr. Kelly, "that he might have been mistaken—he might have fancied It was Bouverie.” Mr. Saville holds out the cheque he had picked up on the floor of the bank. "This Ls conclusive evidence. This is the identical cheque Mr. Grey was giving gold for at the moment he was attacked 1 cannot see the slightest loophole for doubt. I myself can swear to having met George Bouverie running hastily down the steps of the hank, carrying a small bag. and ten mmuteg after saw him handing in a pile of gold at the postofflee. Let him account for that money being in his possession." Mr. Grey sits white and listless, ner roi.-ly clasping and uacla.-ping his i hands "1 feel 111.” he says, looking at the j doctor, who has turned his back and 1 stands in pale consternation. George Bouverie a thief! Impossible! The do<-tor has known him since he was born, and now to hear that he has sunk ao low U appalling! He feels stunned yet. he remembers the young man's altered look of care that sat so oddly on the young face. During those anxious weeks of Mrs. Bouverie's ill ness he had noticed George, often find ing him sitting moody and depressed. "Poor, poor lad; if he had only made a dean breast of it to me!" says kindh old iMwtor Carter to himself, I would have.helped him only too gladly.” Be! fa< r are fads. and. within an | hour two constables are driving rap i Uy tomaru.-> the f»range on an outside car. am! one of them holds a warrant for the arrest of George Bouverie. The warrant is signed by two magis tral > one of whom is Sebastian Sa ' !e who never in all his life signed Li n&m* wir;i nidi alacrity before, for . «e downfall of hia enemy is com : plete* CHAPTER VII. 'I i.f t . nir.g sunlight is slanting the lawn, making a glory of the dancing daffodils; and the birds are Holding a concert that commenced with the dawn this morning. Such a render, loving spring evening. The sun sh;n»s in at the windows of the Grange, and one shaft rests lov inglv on the fair head of George Bou i verie Mr* Bouverle looks at the sunshine and at the fa -e of her handsome son. and smiles as she gazes. Her own eyes are very sweet and patient. hne is very happy this evening. Be i tween her and George stands a tea table, and George is laughing and pouring out the tea. desperately par I ticular as to sugar and cream, waiting on bis mother with gentle courtesy. Her pale cheeks have taken a pink tinge soft as the blush on a girlish face. She w’ears lilac ribbons in her filmy lace cap. and lace ruffles fall over her slender hands. In upon this homelike scene stalk3 h trouble dark and horrible. The maid, with a pale face, opens the door and stands trembling. looking from her mistress to the face of the young man who is so calmly helping himself to a second cup of tea. “Well. Mary, what is it?” he asks, gailv tos. ing a lump of sugar to a fox terrier sitting at his feet. “Ob. Mr. George. I don't know!” stammers the girl. “It is something dreadful, sir. There is a sergeant and H constable in the ball!” George lays down his cup. but no Ides of the truth rises in his mind. "The bank robbed? That is odd! But I am not a magistrate. What do they want me for?” he says. “I’ll just step out and ask the sergeant what it mean*.” But before be can leave the room there is the sound of a little confusion in the hall, and Doctor Carter, with a grave, desperate face, hurries In and goes straight to Mrs. Bouverle. "My dear old friend, there is some monstrous mistake! There, don’t get frightened, the whole thing is impos sible—a travesty of justice, that’s what it is, a driveling idiot making a statement like a lunatic! You'll set them right in ten minutes, George, won't you?"—a shade of anxiety creep ing into his voice. "What is it?" asks Mrs. Bouverle. sitting up. pale and trembling. "Doc tor Carter, what is it all about?” He pats the trembling hands he holds. "My dear lady, leave it to George It is all nonsense—the blundering Saville and that foci of a bank clerk!" "But I don’t understand! Whet has my son to do with it?" asks Mrs. Con vene. getting frightened. "Sure, I'm telling you!" eries the doctor, his natural tongue getting the upper hand. "It s<*enis some one drugged the clerk and robbed the bank and the fool, dazed with chloroform, has saddled the crime on George!” "On me?" George exclaims, a ttush of Indignation dyeing his forehead. "How dare any one say such a thing?" "They have dared!" retorts the doc tor furiously. “Mrs. Bouverie, George can explain everything; you mustn't excite yourself. George, my boy, you were at the bank this morning?” "Yes; I cashed a cheque," George says, his face growing stern. "Yes; afterwards Saville saw you wiring off a hundred pounds—your money, of course; but you’ve just got to tell them that. And. look her?-” Doctor Carter 3tops short at the look that has come over the face of George Bouverie—a stricken, conscious look. "A hundred pounds! Oh. George, what does it mean?" cries his mother, weeping now in her fear. George gives one look at her. and then his eyes meet the troubled, in quiring gaze of the doctor. "My boy. my boy. surely you’ll set it right?" the old man stammers. George Bouverie’s face is as .white as death. He touches Doctor Carter on the arm. "I will go and speak to the sergeant,” he says, in a hard, cold voice. (To be continued.) Experiment in Municipal Music. Another new departure In the way of municipal enterprise has to be re ported from the progressive parish of Battersea. For some time past the members of the dominant party on the local vestry have been of opinion that open-air concerts in the summer months given at the expense of the county council, ought to be supple mented by similar entertainments dur ing that part of the year when the state of the weather precludes any public gathering in the park or on Clapham common. The assent of the vestry to the use of the town hall on Lavender hill having been obtained, arrangements are now being made for a series of free concerts to be given weekly in that building, and yester day a public notice was issued which expresses an opinion that there must be many ladies and gentlemen in the parish who would be glad to assist the scheme with vocal or instrumental music. All such artists are invited to communicate with the vestry clerk.— London Leader. KfiW- of 1801. Mr. H. M. Beecher of Prospect street has in his possession a copper plate stipple memorial engraving which pos sesses more than ordinary interest, says the New Haven Leader. It rep resents a monument which consists of two parts: the base, or lower part, is a large, cubical block of marble, which is surmounted by a tapering shaft of the same material. I’pon a part of the base is inscribed: “Sa cred to the memory of the illustrious G. Washington.’’ Above the inscrip tion is an excellent likeness of the “father of his country," and in the foreground there are three figures, standing at the monument, two of them representing weeping friends, the third being an allegorical figure representing Hope, pointing upward. On the shaft is the conventional fig ure of a cherub. The work is most exquisitely done, and hears name and date: “7'. Dark, sculptor, 1801, Bos ton”—two years after Washington’s death. The word “ecumenical” is a poser to many of the newsboys who sell papers in the vicinity of Carnegie hall. Sonic wisely disergard it. 7'hose who do attempt it generally call it the 4 economical” conference, while “all inental" and “elementar are terms frequently used. In its broadest sense the ecumenical world is the inhabited world. The root of the word is “house.” The term ecumenical, as ap plied to a religious gathering, dates from Roman days. When a council was to be convened that represented the entire Roman empire, both east ern and western, it was called an 4 Ecumenical Council.” Hence an ecu menical conference on foriegn mis sions is a conference called to consider methods of christianizing the non ehristian portion of the inhabited world.—New York Mail and Express. The Czar'n RilintM>nnr«. Queer stories about the czar are cir culating in Germany. Dinner was kept waiting recently in the Winter Pal ace at St. Petersburg owing to the un expected disappearance of the imperial pair. T hey had taken an afternoon sleighride accompanied only by a lady in waiting, and an indiscreet witness declared that he had seen the sleigh standing near the edge of a lonely wood outside the city, with the two ladies in it laughing like children, while the czar of all the Russias hopped about on one leg in the snovr, tlopping his arms and croaking like a crow. Tag* on Children. The children of the poor in Japan are always labeled, in case they should stray away from their homes while their mothers are engaged in domestic duties. A LETTER FROM THE FRENCH CAPITAL The French Do Everything Just the Opposite from Americans. The following letter is from a young American who is one of the advance guard at the Paris exposition. It is needless to say that the writer is a close and critical observer. His ob servations are keen enough to be of interest to others besides the friend to whom the missive was addressed: My Dear Friend: Without preamble I forward you the results of my scout •ng expedition in behalf of our party cf Exposition visitors. 1 am sorry now to have accepted the job. I have not seen very much so far. and the skin left on my anatomy amounts to very little. Tell our friends to bring along a barrel or two of well assorted money. Their main '•graft,” if I can use this house r.o matter how sick her hus band is. In the poorer classes the husband works at his trade, and the wife at her own unless there are too many children to take care of. By the way, the Parisian woman seldom nurses her own children, she sends them to the country to be raised by peasant women until they are two or three years old. A Parisian woman is seldom, if ever, seen in the parks nurs ing her offspring. Any one seeing a woman carrying heavy bundles in the streets may offei assistance and it will be accepted. Similarly the Parisian woman will sel dom refuse to be escorted with an um brella when it rains. Umbrellas are freely offered in this way on top of place the bronze one removed years ago on account of structural altera tions.—London Express. NOTICE WOMEN’S CLOTHES. Men May Pretend They Do Not. but Farts Are Against Them. “It may be true that men don’t ap pear to notice women's clothes,” said a woman the other day, “but all the masculines of my acquaintance have a very unpleasant way of remember ing the things I wear, nevertheless. The other evening one of my friends came to se me. He is a taciturn in dividual, who. should I come into the drawing room to greet him some even ing clad in a Paquin gown of satin em broidered with pearls and trimmed with duchesse lace, would make no comment whatever. “Well, on this particular evening I had on my new spring hat, which is really an old one completely metamorphosed, I thought, and I was betrayed very foolishly into asking him how he liked it. “Isn't it pretty?” I asked, secure in my belief column, and the bullet is on the in side.’ The man who was sh*ot didn't fancy the joke at all and became more tearful than ever. He took off his coat and then his vest, and then pulled his suspenders off his shoulders. The bands fell over his arms, but the straps remained stationary where the leather wedge was. One of the fellows gave a jerk, the victim gave a howl and the suspenders came down, bullet and all, for the latter had become imbedded in the leather and had pinned his sus penders to his back as neatly as if they had grown there. The victim was immensely relieved, as you may well imagine, but I don’t know that he was so lucky after all, as he is now serving a long term in the Louisiana peniten THE STREET OF NATIONS AT PARIS—PAVILIONS OF THE FOREIGN POWERS. »„U0. Of ITALY TU««!V UN1TCD STATES AUST^t* CRCAT BRITAIN OE.MAHV ■O.T.CITUM* W»- J««UOH » J« slang word, is to do everything wrong side out, probably to mislead strang ers. As a consequence It is very safe rule to reverse all the home rules while you live in Paris. I have com piled a whole book of examples to substantiate this statement, and will call your attention to the most strik ing. When w’e take to the right in the streets, they take to the left, and vice versa; hence the danger of all kinds of collisions. I received a half a dozen bumps before I learned that. As a matter of etiquette the Frenchmen salute the la-dies first, w'hile we await their good pleasure in this respect. In their books the table of contents is at the end instead of being at the be ginning. The advertisements in the newspapers are always to be found in the last pages and the editorials in the first column of the first page. Their newspapers are no newspapers at all; they are journals, their magazines are reviews and vice versa. The best places in the theaters are in the balcony, not in the parquet. The matinee takes place at 11 o'clock a. m.. not in the afternoon. In this they are probably right, as "matinee" means morning. Yet they never say "good morning,” but “good day.” By the way, all the clocks in the res taurants near the theaters are half an hour in advance of the standard time; this is intended to force you to leave half of your dinner untouched, thus saving money to the crafty restaura teur. In America you never pay for thea trical programs, soap, light and towels in the hotels (this is called service), and napkins in the restaurants; in Paris you will have to pay for all these things and many others, among them bath robes, soap and towels you call for in the bathhouses. If you have the misfortune of being “pinched” by a “Sergent de ville,” ho will not arrest you, but will simply take your name and address. The sub poena will cost you four cents by mail, but you will have to demonstrate that you are not guilty. On the other hand your lawyer will have the privilege of closing the case. Should tine and im prisonment be ordered by the court, time will be given to settle the tine and to constitute yourself a prisoner. As a matter of course this applies only to misdemeanors. In case of drunkenness the saloon keeper who sold the last drink is prosecuted as the main offender. I was furnished this information by a promi nent jurist, having had no personal experience. The American girl is comparatively tree, losing this freedom as Sion as she gets married. The French girl never sees a beau alone, but does as she pleases after her marriage. An elopement in France is useless, even if the girl is of age, because no one can perform the marriage ceremony with out the consent of the parents or guardians. A girl who is of age can obtain this consent by process of law by summoning twice her parents or guardians at an interval of six months before the court which decides the case. Girls, however, occasionally elope so as to compromise their repu tation and thus compel their family to give their consent. An elopement not followed by marriage is called by the facetitious Parisians "a marriage at the City Hall of the Twenty-first Ar rondissement,” there being only twen ty arrondissements or districcts in Paris. Some 500 or 600 children are weekly born in Paris from these unions contracted with the left hand. Presentation is not necessary in the French capital; In fact, you enter into conversation in public places with any one you meet. But if you present some one you are absolutely respon sible for him. A lady has no right to refuse recognition to a gentleman who has been presented to her; presenta tions, how'ever, must have been pre viously assented to by her. The hus band is responsible for a breach of etiquette committed by his wife. The American who is married supports his wife. The Frenchman makes her work. If he is in business she keeps his books and acts as cashier. The aristocratic French woman even keeps the omnibuses and tramways, when the sun is too hot or when it rains. To America such offer would appear im pertinent. When a vehicle is stranded in the streets of Uncle Sam’s domin ion the passers-by generally let the driver get out of it as best he can. The Parisians of all classes do the re verse: rich and poor, young and old push at the wheel. If two men fight, everybody takes a part in the fray, even jumping on the Sergeant de ville who attempts to restore peace. The fun of it is that most of the time the fighters do not know what the whole business is about, and many a poor devil gets a thrashing simply because he happens to be there. Paris has twenty mayors who are no mayors at all. The Prefect of the Seine, appointed by the government, is the real chief of the municipality. Paris pays a police force amounting to 21,000 men, including the municipal guard, and the regiment of firemen, but the government alone represented by the prefect commands this force. The same rule applies to all the muni cipal institutions of the French capi tal; the city pays, the government rules. There are a thousand other dissimi larities between the French and the Americans; it would require a dozen letters to make mention of them. What is the end for us seems to be the' I — — — — that he didn't know a hat from a thim ble. “I don’t like it as well as I did last year, when it was trimmed with yellow crepe and quills,’ was his as tonishing response, so unexpected a response, indeed, that I nearly fell off the steps and became suddenly painfully aware of a rip in one finger of my glove. Any man that could rec ognize a chapeau after many days and when it was so greatly changed. I rea soned, must take in at a glance the smallest detail of my toilet, and I in stantly became nervous and began to pat my hair and arrange my frills as women do when they're conscious. That’s the reason I believe that men notice details when they don’t appear to, for if this dignified man would re member a trifling thing like a last year’s hat. why wouldn't his fellows?” —Pittsburg Dispatch. MAN’S SUSPENDERS Fastened to His Back by a Bullet From a Revolver. “I’ve heard of curious methods of saving lives,” said a veteran detective at headquarters the other day, "but 1 believe the oddest I ever ran across was in New Orleans one Mardi Gras. I had gone with other detectives from all over the country to look out for crooks who usually flock there carni val time. One morning I was walking HAPPY JUNE DAYS. commencement for them. To quote only an example, “our school com mencement" is called by them the end of the school year.” Our working week ends Saturday afternoon; they work until Sunday night late, and if they rest at all take their vacation on Monday. The workingmen ate paid on Monday, which they call "St. Lundl” (Holy Monday), because they seldom work on pay day. XVhere Byron \V»i Born. Another birthday of Byron has just passed, and still the long promised memorial to mark the spot is conspicu ous by its absence. The place of the poet’s birth is the corner of Holies and Oxford streets. A large drapery em porium covers the site, and the busi ness stationery bears the poet’s busts in the right corner. But Byronites look in v&in for a marble bust outside, which it was understood would re* down Newspaper Row, which is on Camp Street, when the crowds which were gathering to view’ the parade were startled by a pistol shot coming from one of the banks. A second later a man dashed out of the door and made a bee-line for a paper store across the way and was immediately lost from sight. With a couple of po licemen and a lot of reporters I went into the bank and there looked for the dead man. But the fellow who was shot, though he considered himself as good as dead, wasn’t a corpse. He wras nearly scared to death, though. He was surrounded by employes of the bank, and when asked where he was shot, said he didn't know. We looked him over but there wasn’t a trace of blood to be found, yet he declared he’d been hit in the back somewhere and began to cry. A reporter discovered a small hole in the coat. ’‘Here it is,’ said he, ‘shot plumb through the spinal tiary for embezzlement, and the man who shot him is, thanks to the pe culiar justice dealt by Louisiana juries, a free man today, but out some $800. His victim was a clerk in a bank and had got hold of his money on pretense of investment and had spent it all. The only way he could get even was to shoot.”—New York Mail and Express. DEALING WITH SAVAGES. Missionary Took Desperate Chances to Christianize Cannibals. A very remarkable story was to!d by Senator Vest, of Missouri, a day or two ago. “The most pathetic scene I ever witnessed in my life,” said he to a Washington Post reporter, “was the outcome of a very singular and curi ous condition of affairs. Up in Brit ish North America there was a tribe of Indians under the control of native sorcerers, and practicing all manner of savage rites. Among other things, these Indians were cannibals. A Scotchman. named Duncan, went among them, and at the risk of his own life civilized them. He taught them every dogma of our religion ex cept the Lord's supper. His great work had been to win them from cannibal ism. to teach them that capturing and then roasting and devouring human beings was barbarous. He was, there fore, afraid to acquaint them with the sacrament of the Lord's supper, be cause they would, in turn, ask him why it was wrong to eat each other and yet a part of religion to eat their god. He doubted his ability to ex plain the matter satisfactorily to their untutored minds, and so, for fear that they would regard him as an imposter and return to their barbarous ways, he let the matter rest. This was not sat isfactory.” continued Senator Vest, as he told the story, “to the governor of the province of Vancouver or the bish op of the English church, both of whom demanded that he should either administer the sacrament or else give up his lay ministry in the church. Duncan explained the reasons which had actuated him. but they were not accepted as sufficient. He appealed to the highest authorities of the Church of England and was overruled. He went back to his Indians and asked them if they would accompany him to Alaska, where they could be under a flag that guaranteed religious free dom. Almost the entire tribe of 1200 Indians decided to follow him. When I was there the Indians were taking the doors from off their houses, the sashes front their windows, and their scanty furniture from their rooms, pre paratory to sailing away in their great canoes, in order to start life over again in a new country. It was, as I have said, the most pathetic scene 1 ever witnessed. It was more than this.” added Senator Vest, speaking with al most vehement emphasis. “It was the most conspicuous example of relig ious prejudice and fanaticism I have ever known.” Dog Saved the Boy's Life. The large pet dog of Charles Hager man of Irishtown, Adams county, saved the life of his 3-year-old son in a singular manner while the two were at play in the yard. The child had a chain fastened around its body and attached to the neck of the dog. They were strolling about, when the boy accidentally fell into the cistern, con taining several feet of water. The dog, bracing himself for the shock, pulled on the chain with sufficient force to hold the child’s head above the water. The pitiful cries of the boy were heard by a young lady residing with the family, who hastened to the scene, and rescued the little fellow from his perilous position.—Baltimore Sun. The Match Trust Spreading Out. The match trust has several factor ies in Europe, and has now absorbed an important establishment in South America. Marriage In Turkey. In Turkey any youth and maiden who can walk properly and can un derstand the necessary religious ser vice are allowed to marry.