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Mildred ‘CS res) anion BY THE DUCHESS. CHAPTER XVII.—(Continued.) “Why do you not reproach me?” she cried, passionately. “Abuse me. speak harshly to me—do anything but act toward me as you are doing; your kindness is killing me. Not all the epithets you could heap upon me would punish rue sufficiently for all 1 have made you suffer. Have you for gotten that I actually thrust myself upon you—that it was I who offered myself to you that fatul night, not you who asked for me? Why do you not taunt me with all this? Have 1 to put these cruel thoughts into your head, or is It that you are too noble to use them against a woman? If you would only be unkind to me, 1 think 1 should not feel quite so wretched." Lyndon smiled, though rather sadly. "I am afraid you will have to go on being wretched forever if you are waiting for me to be unkind to you." he said. "Do you know, strajige as it may seem all the displeasure l felt In my heart against you has somehow disappeared, leaving only love and forgiveness in its place. I am not angry with you now, my darling; I am only sad, and a little lonely perhaps," lie concluded, turning abruptly away. After a short interval he came back to her side again, and went on with a forced cheerfulness that In nowise de ceived her. "However,” he said, “of course this state of affairs will not last forever. Time, they say, cures all things. In the meantime I will get through a lit tle traveling, I think, and refresh my memory about certain foreign cities, so good-bye for awhile, and do not quite forget me during my absence. And"—in a low tons—“remember, Mildred, that whatever you do, or whomsoever you marry, I wish you all the happiness tHat can possibly befall you." "Are you sure you forgive me?” whispered Mildred, tremulously. "Think of all that has happened." "I do, indeed,” he said. “Will you not kiss me then?" whis pered Mildred. So he kissed her once again, for the last time, upon her lips; and it was thus they parted. _.... --** . CHAPTER XVIII. Denzil did not appear to recover quite so rapidly as had been at first confidently expected, the inward in juries ho had received—though slight —telling on him more seriously than the doctors had anticipated. Mrs. Younge had been telegraphed far on the evening of the accident, ami had arrived at King’s Abbott early the following morning, having elected to travel all night rather than endure the agonies of suspense, though the telegram had been very reassuring. The third day showed their patient apparently better than on the preced ing one. There had been more decided symptoms of amendment, and he had gone through the dressing of liis wounds with wonderful composure anil stoicism. But toward evening lie grew depressed and irritable, and evinced a faint inclination to wander: where upon the doctor looked grave, shook liis head and made certain changes in liis medicine—but all to no purpose. The next day he was in a raging fever. The fifth day after the fever first declared itself Lady Caroline, having insisted on the poor mother's lying down for an hour or two, was sitting in Denzil's room as the time wore on toward evening. Bending over his bed, she noticed a certain change in his face. “What is it?" she asked, tenderly. “Mildred,” he whispered, with do^p entreaty iu his tone, and holding out his hand. “I am not Mildred, dear Denzil,” said Lady Caroline, thinking that he still raved: but he said: “I know you are not," Quito distinct ly: and then again, “I want her—why does she never come to me?” Poor Lady Caroline was greatly per plexed; she knew not what to do. Had things been different she would have followed the dictates of her own kind heart and sent for Mildred on the spot; hut, as it was, she remembered former scenes and Lyndon’s recent sad de parture and did not care to take the responsibility on herself of bringing her daughter and Denzil together. “Mildred, Mildred!” called the sick man, impatiently; and then the little ray of reason that had come to him in connection with her face vanished, and lie wandered off once more into the ter rible feverland, bearing with him the name of her ho loved. For two hours he lay thus, calling, sometimes wildly, sometimes feebly, but always for her, until bis loving nurse’s heart was smitten to the core. At length came Stubber, the family doctor, and, seeing Denzil In this state, he regarded him silently for several minutes. “Lady Caroline." said he. with de cision, “Miss Trevanion must be sent for, be it right or wrong.” For which Lady Caroline blessed him secretly, and sent for Mildred forthwith. She came without a moment’s delay, and, even as her foot crossed the threshold of the door, a sudden silence fell on Denzil. He turned—the fever for a time sank conquered—while his beautiful eyes lit up with passionate expectation and fond hope. Slowly and with hesitation Mildred advanced to the side of ike bed. and then Lady Caroline went oa^iT to the window, followed hurriedly by the j doctor. What happened after that nobody J ever knew, for I/ady Caroline and Stubber, standing with their backs to the bed, and their faces turned to the I chilly outer world, could tell nothing. When at length they returned to the bed they found Mildred pale and trem bling, the heavy tears coursing each other down her cheeks in rapid suc cession, which she hastily brushed away as they drew neurer her, her hand tightly clasped in Denzil's. He had even made an effort to hold her with the poor Injured fingers, and hail brought them so far that the tips touched hers. He was euito sane now. His face, slightly flushed, was looking upward: his eyes, glad and happy, were fixed on hers, while she answered back the gaze, forgetful of all else but that he lay before her sick, it might be, unto death. "Denzil. you are exciting yourself," said Lady Caroline, nervously. "No, I am not,” answered Denzil, his voice clear and distin-t. but without removing his eyes from Mildred's; "leave me for a moment.” He waved them bark impatiently to the window, and neither Lady Caroline nor the doctor could bring themselves to disobey the command. But Stubber, who was becoming seri ously uneasy about his patient, glanc ing round at him cautiously and sur reptitiously, saw what followed. He said that when he and Lady Carolina had again withdrawn, Denzil looked at Miss Trevanion, and that then Miss Trevanion stooped and kissed him, not once, but twice. Ttiis was what Stubber said, but ho also added that it was bis firm belief that she did it out of pure humanity and nothing more. When two minutes later, lie again approached Younge, he found that Mildred had disappeared, and that Denzil was lying perfectly composed, his face turned toward the half-open door. Ho sighed heavily but contentedly, and then came back to the i realities of life. ‘‘Doctor Stubber." said ho, “do you know that I am better?’’ “Time wi|l tell," answered the little doctor, sententiously; “and now you must go to sleep if you wisli to keep in that much-to-be-desired condition. Lady Caroline, I trust to you to let no more young ladies into the room this evening.” Denzil laughed quite rationally, and. changing over to the other side, in a few minutes, fell into a sound, refresh ing slumber. **•••* Not once again during all the re mainder of his illness did Miss Trev anion enter Denzil's room; neither did he ask for nor allude to her in any way, although Lady Caroline noticed the intense look of Interest that came into his face whenever her name was casually mentioned. After a week or two, the remem brance of her visit faded, or came to ; him only as a shadow from the fevered past he had gone tnrough, and not un til the doctor had given him permis sion to quit his bed for an hour or so every day, to lie on a lounge in the adjoining apartment, did he venture to speak of it and try to discover the truth. it was one morning, when he was feeling considerably stronger, and had Mabel beside his couch, reading to him scraps of poetry that every now anil then struck her fancy as she glanced through the volume in her hand, that he approached the subject. “Is your sister away from home?” he asked, iu the middle of a most pa thetic passage. And Mabel answered "No,” redden ing a little. “Then I think she might have come to see me before this,” he said, with all the fretfulness of an invalid. “Well, you see, she has all the house keeping to attend to, now mamma is so much your slave," returned Mabel, smiling; “that keeps her away. She always asks for you, though, and is so glad to hear of your getting on so rap idly.” This sounded rather lame, and Ma bel. feeling it to be so, tried once more to resort to her book. “I suppose it would give her too much trouble to make her inquiries in person,” he said, bitterly; “everyone else comes to see me except herself. Surely Lyndon could not object to that?” "Have you not heard, then?” asked Mabel, hesitatingly. “I fancied you would have known before this. Her engagement with Lord Lyndon is at an end. He has been abroad for the la3t four weeks.” CHAPTER XIX. "Mildred's engagement is at an end with Lord Lyndon!” Denzil’s pale, haggard face flushed crimson; he put up his uninjured hand ami brushed back his hair impetuously, fixing his eyes ou Mabel the while. “What caused it?” he asked with surpressed agitation. “It must have been very sudden. Four weeks ago, you say— why. that was just after-” He paused. “Just after your accident occurred," said Mabel, slowly; and she grew : frightened, fearing that Mildred would condemn the remark if she heard of it, and determined to make no more ad missions, whatever happened. “You are talking too n cho wont on, hurriedly; ‘•you r.u looking very pale. Your mother will oay 1; in all my fault when rha ccmca i.\ Lie back c.moagjt your c::3bicm co rf - ..biy. and I will go on with my rcadi “No.” interrupted D .. .11, putting hia hand hastily over the open page. “I am tired of rending.” Turn, with a short laugh 1 nm afraid you think me a savage—do you?—and are won dering whether 1 have sadly deterior ated dtirhig this iil.ie.ss, or whether I am now, for the first time, showing myself in my real character. The fact is, 1 like talking to you better than listening to the most perfect poetry that could be written. Now you can not call that uncomplimentary, at all events, can you? I feel as though I had left the world for years, and, hav ing come unexpectedly back to It, am now hearing all the strange things that have happened during my absence—a sort of Rip Van Winklish feeling, 1 suppose; so 1 want you to educate me before I make my way down-tairs. Miss Sylverton was with me yesterday, and told me of Charlie's promotion. She said nothing of her marriage, how ever; but no doubt that will follow, as a matter of course.” "It. is almost arranged to take place next month.” observed Mabel. "Queenie,” said Denzil, in n low voice, "tell me this when did l last see Mildred?” “It was she that saw you fall and went to your assistance, you know," returned "the queen” evasively, "I know that,” said Denzil—“your mother told me the whole story. But have I never seen her since—in auy way?” "Oh, where could you have seen her?” asked Mabel, jesuitically, and with considerable confusion, turning to arrange some tlowers on the small table near her. "It was only a dream then,” mur mured Denzil, disappointedly, and said no more on the subject to his com panion's great relief. But the next day he tormented little Stubber to allow him to go down stairs. (To bo continued.) DISTANT 30,000.000 MILES. l.roi I* TUut Fur from li Mo*t uT tile Time. Late last December the asteroid Bros, which was discovered about three years ago, came within 30,000. 000 miles of tlie earth. This is not the nearest it gets to us, for at one point in its orbit it is. or would be if the earth was in the corresponding posi tion in its orbit, within about 13,000, 000 miles, hut unfortunately this only occurs once in about forty-five years. Consequently the astronomers took advantage of the conditions prevailing in December to take innumerable pho tographs of it and a Jew sta;^ in Us ’ vicinity in connection wit'll the sun from all points possible, with the ob | joct of using them as a basis for the computation of the sun's distance from the earth, which, though known ap proximately. has never been deter mined with precision. As the earth and the star are now speeding away from each other and further photo graphing. therefore, of no avail for the purpose, the astronomers have begun the task of measuring the photographs some 5,000 or 6,000 in number, to as certain the distance in minutes and seconds of an arc between Enos and the neighboring stars. After this is done the Intricate mathematical cal culations will be entered into. These will occupy many months, or perhaps a year or more, before anything like a definite result can he reached. Children'* Frleudihl|>*. From about the fifth or sixth year children are apt to make firm friend ships with their small contemporaries. This should be a watchful period for mothers, for these early friendships have a marked influence on the mind, morals and manners of a child. Nearly every character is moulded very large ly by early companionship and sur roundings. Every mother should take care to be her children’s companion as far as possible, for she may be quite sure that if they are left to the care of servants they will at the best only attain the ideal manners and customs of the nursery or servants’ hall, which are not quite those of the cultured classes, says the Evening Star. Chil dren require the companionship of lit tle folks their own ago, and a mother should bo so much her children's friend .nat she knows all their associates and is able to nip in the hud any acquaint ance which she thinks undesirable. The mother who, to save herself fatigue, lets her children seek companions among their schoolmates and neigh bors without troubling herself to find out whether their influence is likely to be good has only herself to blame if the manners and morals of her off spring are corrupted. I)lck«n»' I.ove Letter*. Charles Dickens’ love letters exist—a boxful of them. So states a writer in a London weekly: ”1 had the pleasure of knowing Mrs. Dickens and had the privilege of receiving her at my house in my earliest London days. Without ever for a moment hinting at their contents, she would smile in a half amused and yet pathetic way at the suggestion of a mutual friend that her famous husband's love letters would make a popular volume, after being edited, of course.” King F<lwarr| I.Ikon Society. King Edward much prefers congen ial society to solitary state and so has introduced the custom of having a good-sized dinner party every evening at the royal table. The members ot his own family, all guests and several members of the suite are always la attendance. AIDS SMALL DKALKIi.' PROTECTIVE TARIFF A- DIS TINCT ENEMY OF TRUSTS. -- Tl*«* Future of Protection lit 15«*at Con cern I<% for the Well lit hit; of Nnml or Hint Weaker I ntcrprlnen A I 'hill for Fu|;1UIi I rcu Trader*. Charles A. Moore, president of The American Protective Tariff League, in a recent interview published in the New York Mail and Express made some statements regarding the tariff situation which will have a tendency to chill the ardor of those Free-Traders who have hoped to make a diversion in favor of their “ism” by girding at trusts, Mr. Moore, who lias an incisive mode of expression and who thorough ly understands the subjects lie discus ses, points out what every American win) has the interest of his country at heart should continually keep in mind, that it would be impossible to devise any legislation wnich could destroy the steel trust that would not at the same time destroy every smaller and indi vidual concern engaged in tlie same business. "These smaller makers of steel prod ucts, lie says, "have their specialties in manufacturing. Some of them prob ably will sell their output to other con cerns that have been amalgamated ill the steel trust. Others will continue to retain their customers at home and abroad. But If steel goods were placed on the free list these individual manu facturers would be forced to the wall, because tlie steel trusts of Great Brit ain. France and Germany, if our tariff barrier were removed, would dump their surplus product upon our market at prices that the smaller manufactur ers could not meet. Only the big cor poration could survive; anil that com bination of men, who are kings in the several branches of their business, be ing united, could compete successfully, I believe, at home and abroad, In any part of the world, with any foreign trust—provided foreign governments do not erect prohibitive tariff barriers against us.” i here is no one in the* l nited .-states better qualified to express an opinion on ti.ls point than Mr. Moore. He lias long been a student of the workings of our protective system, and brings to Ills studies the experience gained in tin- conduct of a great manufacturing industry. His opportunities to get at tlio true Inwardness of the situation are unrivaled; therefore when he warns the country that an assault on the steel and other great trusts would be an attack on the weaker concerns his warning should not. go unheeded. No one will doubt what he says re garding the ability of the steel trust to compete with the manufacturers in the same Tine in the old world. That has been made clear to us in many ways, not the least significant of which is the changed attitude of such uu a as Carnegie and others toward protec tion. They openly say they do not need it longer, and the free traders have seized upon their admissions with joy, regarding them as an indication of a coming division in the ranks of Ameri can protectionists. Mr. Moore, therefore, has rendered a distinct service to his countrymen by pointing out to them the danger 10 which the minor industries of the na tion would oe subjected by abandon ing pioteetion. That policy was never adopted, as free traders charge, for the purpose of benefiting “robber barons," by which title they are pleased to designate the manufacturers of the United States, but to build up an Amer ican industry, the workers in which w.o\ild not be subjected to a fierce worldwide tJomftctltlcm in which the standard of living of the masses would be reduced to the level of that of the toilers of less favored lands. It is be cause this is true that it may be as serted with confidence that Mr. Moore’s argument will carry weight, if pro tection only considered the interests of the great establishments which can stand alone it would have precious lit tle support in this country; hut as its real concern is the well-being of the small and weaker concerns, whose ag gregate productions really exceed those of tiie combinations, it is sure to re tain the support of the people, who are not willing to jeopardize their chances of future comfort by assisting in the promotion of an industrial rivalry, the outcome of which would Inevitably lie the lowering of ttie American working man's standard of living.—San Fran cisco Chronicle. FAULTY MEMORIES. Curlou* Tendency to Forjfet What the National Itcpnhllran riatfnnu Say* About Reciprocity. Habitual disregard—suppression, it might be called—of central principles and facts seetn to be a uniform charac teristic of the votaries of tariff tinker ing by means of special trade treaties secretly negotiated and secretly con firmed. They argue along general lines that, if we are to sti! more to foreign ers, we must buy more from foreign ers, unmindful of the complete nega tion of this theory by the enormous in crease in the export of our agricultural and manufactured products in thp past four years of adequate protection. They urge that our trade balances are too large and must be cut down by an in creased acceptance of foreign commod ities to take the place of articles which are now produced at home; hut when they are asked to specify the ex tent to which this industrial hari kari shall be carried into effect, where it is to stop and what lines of domestic production shall be driven out of busi ness in order that we may buy at much as we sell, or thereabouts, they make no answer; they dodge the point. A conspicuous Instance of this ten dency to ignore leading questions ami disregard inconvenient facts is exhibit ed by the Philadelphia Ledger of re cent date in commenting upon the at titude of tlie American Economist in its controversy with Hon. George E. Roberts, director of the mint. Mr. Roberts, says t lie Ledger, was asked by the Economist "to what extent fair trade and reciprocity would introduce foreign merchandise and supplant pro duction in the I'nited States." A fair question, was it not? Yet the Ledger in defending tlie position of Mr. Rob erts utterly fails to make note of the fact that that gentleman did not answer the question, hut applauds him for evading it by a quotation from the Republican platform of 18%, while suppressing the more recent, and therefore more binding, declaration of the national Republican platform of 1900, which limits reciprocity "to what we do not ourselves produce." it is a convenient memory which can forget 1900 and remembers 1890, but it is a mental eccentricity absolutely peculiar to the strenuous advocates of "fair trade and reciprocity." The St. Paul Pioneer-Press exhibits the same idiosyncrasy when it says; "To designate the failure of the treaties as shameful is hardly too severe. The reciprocity clauses of the IMngley law were included in response to a very general demand for reciproc ity and as the first step In the redemp tion of a pledge In the Republican platform." Again the platform of five years tigo, luit not tin* platform of eleven months ago! The official proceedings of the twelfth Republican National Convention, held at Philadelphia in June, 1900, are incorporated in a neat ly bound volume, which is, or should he, in the library of every newspaper office. The little book is undoubtedly on the shelves of the Ledger and the Pioneer-Press. Presumably its exist ence lias been forgotten. So we ven ture to refresh 1 lie editorial memory by directing attention to the paragraph which begins at the bottom of page 105 and ends at the top of page 10G. It. should be read over and over again by some people, for it possesses a peculiar pertinency to the question of "fair trade and reciprocity.” GOOD TRADE MOTTO. tieep All You Cict and Mitke No Foollsl* Concessions to Itlval Foreign Producer*. One of the ever-vigilant Free Trade journals thinks that now, “when we are selling a half billion dollars’ worth more than we are buying, our custom ers are entirely justified in thinking that we ought to make it as easy as possible instead of as hard as possible to pay that enormous annual bill," and it suggests that, to make it easy for I them, we should remove our Protective j tariff from foreign products, and thus I allow our foreign customers to replen ish their depleted pocketbooks through the sale of their goods In this country. This may be philanthropy, but it is not business and 11 is not sense. Why, In the name of all that's reasonable, v\e should impoverish our own people in order to supply our foreign custom ers with the wherewithal of life may be comprehensible to the strangely constructed brain of a Free Trader, but ' it certainly is not comprehensible to j any one else. Even though we should give them only so much of the Ameri I can market as we now possess of for eign markets, where would be the gain? There isn't any reason why we should prefer foreigners to Americans I for customers, and. if w’e are to sacri flee any market now held by us. it j would be better to sacrifice the foreign ! rather tbun the h >mo market. Ji^t the pTan piopused is much more foolish ! tlian a mere exchange of markets would be. for. by tlie removal of our protective tariff barriers nnd the con sequent turning over of the American market to foreign producers, we would give at least fifty dollars for one, for the American market is more than flf i ty times us valuable as all the foreign markets which we possess. That may j he a way of trading which appeals to the free trade mind, but hardly to that of the successful American business | man. And why should we give up ! anything to pay for what we can get for nothing? We seem to be doing very well with our foreign trade just as things are. in the old child's game ! of “Button" we used to be told, “Keep , all you get and catch what you can.” That makes a very good trade motto and one which it is the part of wisdom to follow. Hnez (anal Truffle Figure*. Statistics of Suez canal traffic in 1899 and 1900 indicate a remarkable shrinkage of British and American tonnage using the canal in 1900 and growth in Austrian, Dutch, French, German, Japanese and Russian. The total tonnage using the canal in 1899 was 13,815,994. and in 1900 13,699,238. Over half the tonnage in the latter year, or 7,771,346 tons, was British, the other large figures being German. French and Dutch. American tonnage declined doubtless because of the small er number of warships going to the Philippines and China via the Suez canal. The wars in South Africa and China have doubtless diverted much British merchant shipping from the Eastern trade and caused many vessels to go east by the way of the Cape, in stead of the canal. The growth of German tonnage from 1,492,657 in 1899 to 2,040.,299, is explained by the part Germany has taken in the Chinese war. the transportation of men and supplies for a large army requiring much shipping. The other increases are largely due to like causes. The British army in China was drawn chiefly from India and, of course, did not traverse the canal. MACL4REN IN THE SLUIV.8* Extracting }Ca«U-K«iita aad Giving t# Foreign M Union*. The author of “The Bonnie Brier Bush'' tells a slum story in the Cen tury. It is called “Jasmine Court and a 'High Ranger.’ ’’ Jasmine Court, Chestnut Street, belonged to an excel lent maiden lady who supported mis sion work among the women of India with all of her spare means, and did not know whence her income was gathered, and would have been very much horrified if any one bad told her that her own tenants needed her help very much more than the women in the zenanas. Her estate, with others of the same kind, was managed by an agent, who was not any worse by na ture than other men, but. who con sidered it to be his duty to spend as little as possible upon the property, and to gel as rr.r.rr. cut of it as he was able, by unrelenting energy in secur ing the rent, and imperturbable cal lousness to the misery of the tenant. Very likely be was a deacon in a chap el somewhere, and not only paid hi'a own hills with regularity, but also gave liberally to the hospital collection, and was very much beloved in his own family; for half our sins are done vi cariously or ignorantly, and we may be as cruel as Herod the Great, and all the time consider ourselves to be kind-hearted, open-handed Christian people. The agent would have been very much ashamed if any one had accused hiru of sentiment, and his pol icy might well justify him from such a charge; but even this austere man hud his lapses into poetry, although he endeavored to make the muses serve the purposes of business. So long as the street, to which his property clung like a child to the skirts of a very un sympathetic mother, was called Back Ho "ley Lane, he was quite content that his court should be known as No. 11, and, indeed, except for police sheets and coroners’ inquests, It did not really require any name. Chest nut. Street quickened the imagination of tlie agent, and as occasionally he had been told that his property was a moral disgrace to the city-this from the philanthropic visitors,—and also that it was a sanguinary pigsty—this (slightly translated) from the inhab tants he fell, that something must ha done; and instead of cleaning and re pairing it. lie covered all its faults as witli a garment by painting up in black letters on a white ground—the only whiteness in the place: “Jasmine Court.” A PRESIDENTIAL KISS. Ileitd of French Republic Kletei Ills Mother Ilrfore TUoinanil*. Baron Per re de Coubertin writes in the Century of Emile Loubet, presi dent ot the French Republic, record ing incidentally one of the little oc currences that have made the chief ex ecutive a popular man: What was it that Emile Loubet did to cause him to be so highly thought of by those who ga_ve^ him their votes? 1£ juju sKShld ask The general public or in terrogate current opinion or the pres3 you would be answered with the com monplace which one hears sc often In similar cases. “Oh,” they would say to you, “he didn't do anything.” At the famous Parisian tavern, the "Black Cat,” where ail the men of the day are touched off in popular ballads, the answer was somewhat different. The refrain ol' a political song that met with great success a year ago was thfl? “Loubet. . . . oh, how much he loved his mother!" And from stanza to stanza We find the good people of Montellnnir, and even the entire French people, represented as over come uy me anecuuu wuiru dbuio Lo'ubet showed for his mother, that most respectable peasant woman, who li vps in Monteltmar. The explanation of this song is an episode In the life of the president, which redounds com pletely to lits honor. On the day that he entered his native town for the first time as president of the republic be saw his mother seated on one of the tribunes, watching the procession pass. At once he caused his carriage to be stopped, and, without the slightest regard for the pomp and officialdom with which he was surrounded, he got out of the carriage and ran over to kiss the old lady, being unwilling to wait to the end of the ceremonies. Such a spontaniety of feeling as his, and such simplicity of manners, far from shock ing, were sure to gain for him the hearts of Frenchmen. But by putting this little episode in relief the ballad maker wished to Impress his hearers with the idea that there was nothing in the political career of Emile Loubet which was more interesting to note than this family scene. KxamlQiitloui of German Keorutti. An inquiry made among recruits for the German army showed the exist ence of great ignorance in the major ity of those examined regarding pub lic personages and events. Out of 78 recruits from various parts of Prussia 21 were unable to give any answer when questioned as to who was the Emperor of Germany. Twenty-two designaied the emperor as a great gen eral. nine called him a renowned field marshal, six thought him to be the minister of war, while fourteen of the replies were approximately correct. Several thought the late Prince Bis marck was emperor, a great poet and a translator of the Bible. Thu Coke Oven Industry. The coke oven industry, unknown in 1860, turned out a product in tho United States last year valued at $34, 633,418, an increase since 1889 of 110 per cent. The by-products added nearly $1,000,000 more. Some men have penny wisdom and dollar foolishness.
