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.
