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CHALTER XIX.— (Continued.)
“You should not hit a man when he
ii<i> down,” he said, reproachfully.
“I don’t think you will be long j
down,’’ returned Blount with an en- I
couraging nod that somehow made j
Denzil’y heart beat higti, though he did j
not dare to take the words in their j
under meaning. “And now I must he
off. No, thank you, my dear—I can j
not stay to dinner; I have so many j
tilings to attend to before seven. But i
tell Sir George 1 will look him up 1
again in the morning. And give my
love to the girls; and tell Mildred that
I know, and she knows, there is hut
one man in the world can ever make
her happy.”
He looked kindly at Denzil as he
spoke, but the latter would not accept
the insinuation conveyed in his words.
Mrs. Younge, however, noticed both
the glance and the significant tone, and
a light broke in upon her.
When Lady Caroline had followed
Dick Blount out of the room she went
over and knelt down by her son.
“Denzil," she said, lovingly, “I know
it all now. But am I never to speak
of it?”
And ho answered as he kissed hef:
”I)o not let us ever mention it again
—there’s a darling mother.”
But all that night Mrs. Younge
gazed at the girl and wondered, pon
dering many things and blaming, wom
an-like, yet feeling in her heart the
while that the choice her son had
made was indeed a perfect one.
After tills Denzil made rapid strides
toward recovery, growing stronger,
gayer and more like the Denzil they
had known in the first days of their
acquaintance than he had been for
some time before his illness. He could
now walk from room to room and take
long drives, though Stubber still in
sisted on some hours in the day being
spent on the sofa. Miss Trevanion
Denzil saw daily, though seldom alone
—and who shall say how much this
conducted toward the renewing of liis
strength?
It wanted but a fortnight of Charlie’s
wedding day, and Denzil, who was feel
ing a little tired, and was anxious to
attain perfect health before the event
came off—having promised to attend
in the character of “best man”—was
lying on the lounge in the library
when Mildred came in.
“I did not know you were in from
your drive,” she said. There was less
constraint between them now than
there had ever been. “Did you enjoy
it?”
“Very much indeed.”
“So you ought,” she said. “Could
there be a more beautiful day?” She
threw up the low window as she spoke
and leaned out. “The air reminds me
of summer, and the flowers are becom
ing quite plentiful, instead of being
sought longingly one by one.”
“Yes,” returned Denzil, vaguely,
thinking all the time what an exquisite
picture she made, framed in by tho
window and its wreaths of hanging
Ivy.
tsy tne bye, am you like tne bunch
I gathered for you this morning? See
—there they are over there.”
“Were they for me?” asked Denzil,
looking pleased. “I did not flatter my
self that they were.”
“Well, yes, I think they were chiefly
meant for you,” returned Mildred,
carelessly. “Invalids are supposed to
get every choice thing going—are they
not?—though indeed you can scarcely
come under that head now.”
She threw down the window again,
and came back toward the center of
the room.
"Mildred,” said Denzil suddenly—he
had risen on her first entering, and
stood leaning against the chimney
piece—“there is something connected
with my illness, a dream it must have
been, that, whenever I see you, preys
upon my mind. May I tell it to you?
The vivid impression it made might
perhaps leave me if I did.”
“Of course you may,” answered Mil
dred, growing a shade paler.
“Come over here then and sit down,
I can not speak to you so far away.”
She approached the hearth rug and
stood there.
“I will warm my hands while you
tell me,” she said, determined that,
should it prove to be what she half
dreaded to hear, he should not see her
face during the recital.
“Well, then,” he began, "I thought
that, ns I lay in bed one evening, the
door opened, and you came into the
room, and, walking softly over to my
bedside, stood there very sorrowfully
looking down upon me. We were
alone, I think”—passing his hand in a
puzzled manner over his forehead, as
though endeavoring vainly to recollect
something—“at least I can remember
no one else but us two, and it seemed
to me that presently you began to cry
and stooped over me, whispering some
thing, I forget what, and I took your
hands like this”—suiting the action
‘.o the word—“and then some figures
came toward us, but I waved them
back, holding you tightly all the time;
and”—here he paused, his eyes fixed
earnestly upon the opposite wall, as
though there he saw reacting all that i
was struggling for clearness in his
brain—“and I asked you to do some
thing for me then—something that
would aid my recovery more than all
the doctor’s stuff—and you-”
“No, no, I did not!” cried Mildred,
vehemently, unable longer to restrain
her tear of his next words, and trying
passionately to withdraw her hands.
“Yes, you did!” exclaimed Denzil,
excitedly; “I know it now. It was not
fancy—how could I ever think it was?
— It was reality. Oh, Mildrtd, you
kissed me.”
“How dare you?" cried Miss Trevan
ion, bursting into tears. “You know I
did not; it is untrue—a fevered dream
—anything but the truth.”
“Do you say that?” he said, releas
ing her, "Of course, then, it was mere
imagination. Forgive me; I should not
have said it, but the remembrance of
it haunts me night and day. Thi9
room, too, fosters all memories. Here
for the first time I told you how I loved
you; and here, too, you refused me,
letting me see how wild and unfounded
had been my hope that you also loved
me in return. Do you remember?”
“Y'es, yes, I remember," Mildred
answered, faintly, turning Ler face
away.
“Over there”—pointing to a distant
couch—“we met again, after weeks of
separation and oblivion—since you say
that past thought of mine was but a
dream—and I felt when you entered
the room how undying a thing is love.
Y'ou see this place is fraught with pain
to me, and yet I like it. 1 like to sit
here and think, and picture to mysetf
those old scenes again, only giving
them a kindlier ending."
“Do you still care to recall them?"
she asked in a low, broken vedee.
“I shall always care to recall any
thing connected with you,” he answer
ed, simply; then—“Did I ever thank
you, Mildred, for coming to my assist
ance on that last hunting day? I think
not. I have no recollection of ail that
occurred, hut they told me how good
to me you were.”
“It was the very commonest human
ity.” she said.
“Of course that was all. Y’ou would
have done the same for anyone. I
know that. Still I am grateful to you.”
Then suddenly, “Why did you break
off with Lyndon?”
“Y'ou have asked me that question
before,” she said.
"I know I have, and I know also how
rude a question it Is to ask; and still I
cannot help wishing to learn the an
swer. Will you tell me?”
She hesitated and then said, slowly:
“He discovered, or fancied, that I
did not care sufficiently for him; and
ne was too honorable to marry a wom
an who did not accept him willingly
of her own accord.”
“When did he make that discovery?”
“We ended our engagement the even
ing of your accident,” she answered,
evasively, and with evident reluctance.
“Mildred, if 1 thought," ho began,
passionately, trying to read her face,
“if I dared to believe what your words
appear to imply 1 might be mad
enough again to say to you words that
have ever fallen coldly on your ear. 1
would again confess how fondly I love
you—how faithfully during all these
wretched months I have citing to the
sweet memories of you that ever linger
in my heart.”
She shrunk away a little and covered
her face with her hands.
“Do you still turn from me, Mildred?
Am I distressing you? Darling, I will
say no more. It is indeed for the last
time in all my life that I have now
spoken. Forgive me. Mildred; I am
less than a man to pain you in this
way; but, oh, my dearest, do not
shrink from me, whatever you do; do
not let me think I have taught you to
hate me by my persistence. See, I am
going, and for the future do not be
afraid that I shall ever again allude to
this subject." He drew near her and
gently kissed her hair. “Good-by," he
said, once more, and then, slowly al
most feebly, walked down the room
toward the door.
Miss Trevanion stood gazing after
him, her blue eyes large and bright
with fear; she had an intense longing
to say she knew not what. Oh, for
words to express all that was in her
heart!
Her hands were closely clasped to
gether; her lips, pale and still, refused
to move. It was the last time—he had
said so; if she let him go now it was
a parting that must be forever; and
yet she could not speak. Her love, her
life was going, and she could not utter
the word that would recall him. Al
ready he had turned the handle of the
door; the last moment had indeed come
—would he not turn?
“Denzil!” she cried, desperately,
breaking down by one passionate effort
the barrier that had stood so long be
tween them, and held out her Lauds to
him.
“My love!" he said, turning. And
then in another moment she was in his
arms and all the world was forgotten.
(The End.)
A Uood Cook.
To be a good cook means the know
ledge of all fruits, herbs, balms and
spices, and of all that is healing and
sweet in the fields and groves, and
savory in meats. It means careful
ness. inventiveness, watchfulness, wil
lingness and readiness of appliance. It
means the economy of our great
grandmothers and the science of mod
ern chemists. It means much tast
ing and no wasting. It means English
thoroughness, French art, and Ara
bian hospitality. It means, in fine,
that you are to be perfectly and al
ways ladies (loafgivers), and are to
see that everybody has something
nice to eat.—Ruskin.
EXPERIMENTS WITH FOXES.
Maine Man Rear* Animal* In Order to
Study Yarletle*.
After eight years of experimenting
and study in rearing young foxes, Dr.
Samuel Watson of- Lincoln, Me., is of
the opinion that the silver gray vari
ety is the fox of the future, md that
the common red breed Is running out,
to be replaced by the worthless cross
fores and the almost priceless gray
ones. It has been his custom to catch
f. male foxes in traps in March and to
ke?p them in easy confinement until
they give birth to pups. As a rule a
mother fox will produce seven young
at a litter, of which two or three will
J3 silver grays. Until the eyes of the
ins are opened and they are able to
m about the pen the mother treats all
f her offspring alike,giving them food
-i.id protecting them from danger with
a strict impartiality. After that the
motherly instinct centers on the red
pups and the grays have a hard strug
gle to live. The mother will not only
deny food them, but also take pains
to bite them without any apparent
provocation. In course of a few weeks
the grays become emaciated and weak
from lack of nourishment and care and
lie down to die from starvation. In
some cases the mother gets so dis
gusted with the young grays .that she
kills npou them and bites them to
death by nipping them in the neck
back of the ears. In the time he has
been studying the habits of these ani
mals Dr. Watson has kept more than
300 young foxes in custody, and though
nearly 70 gray pups were born into
the world in good healtli he lias suc
ceeded in raising only six to maturity.
While the experiments of Dr. Watson
have not been conducted over a period
long enough to arrive at accurate con
clusions, it is his belief that the pro
portion of gray pups in an average lit
ter is slowly growing. In every in
stance under his supervision the gray
pups are larger and more vigorous
than the reds at the time of birth, and
continue to hold the lead until their
parents begin their peculiar method of
weeding out undesirable progeny.—
Chicago Journal.
V^AS CUT OUT FOR A CRITIC.
Handy Man to Have About a Newspaper
Office in an Emergency.
The musical critic was unable to at
tend the pianoforte recital, but the
handy man on the paper allow-ed that
he could do the thing easy enough, says
the Boston Transcript. And this is
how he did it: "Herr Diapson's recital
last evening at Acoustic hall was the
most recherche event of the musical
season. Herr Diapson is a master in
cantilever, and both in his automobilia
and in his tour de force he wrought
wonders of tonic stimulation. He was
especially potent In his dolce far niente
passages, and in his diminuendo cres
cendo appoggiatura he displayed a
technological skill that was simply
wonderful. There was also a marvel
ous musieianly abandon in the mute
bars, the instrument in these parts of
the score being forcefully impressive
in silent fortissimo. But it was per
haps in andante capriscioso that he
excelled himself. Here he discovered a
coloratura, a bravura and an ensemble
that fairly electrified his audience.
Herr Diapson, it is true, occasionally
erred in an overponderosity of utabaga
and again in a too lambent lustsplel;
but these lapses were hardly notice
able in bis rendering of cantabilious
intermezzo. The recital, upon the
whole, wras a marvelous exhibition of
poca hontas instrumentation and in
candescent cavatina.” Slug four, who
takes lessons, said there was some
thing wrong about it, although he
couldn’t say exactly what, and the
managing editor, upon looking the
critique over, was free to admit that it
was all Greek to him; still he said that
it seemed to read all right, so far as he
could discover to the contrary, and it
was quite in the line of the regular
critic’s composition—more luminous,
indeed, and he didn’t see why it
shouldn’t be printed. It was lucky, he
said, that they had so able an all
around writer on the staff.
This Princess Binds Books.
Princess Victoria of England, the un
married daughter of Edward VII., has
the most curious hobby of any in a
family that has several unusual fads.
She is deeply interested in book bind
ing. \ few months ago several book
covers sent to an exhibition in the
name of “Miss Matthews” were favor
ably noticed by the judges and received
several prizes. Nobody knew who the
exhibitor was until the prizes W’ere
awarded. Then it wa3 discovered that
it was the Princess Victoria. The
princess takes her hobbies very seri
ously. Following the leal of her moth
er, Queen Alexandra, who is deeply in
terested in medicine and hospital
work, Princess Victoria began to study
nursing some years ago. She took an
examination In theoretical work and
when she passed announced her in
tention of becoming a hospital nurse.
It was current gossip in Ixrndon at the
time that the Prince and Princess of
Wales had great difficulty in convinc
ing her that it wouldn’t be wise for
her to do so, and that Victoria sub
mitted only after many tears.
The Wor d’a Lon|«gt Mila.
The Swedish mile is the longest
mile in the world. A traveler in Swe
den when told that he is only about a
mile from a desired point would better
hire a horse, for the distance he will
have to walk if he chose in his ignor
ance to adopt that mode of travel is
exactly 11,700 yards.
Thieve* Mol* the Watch I>oi?.
A florist of Newark, N. J., kept what
he believed to be a valuable watch
dog chained in his greenhouse in Eliz
abeth avenue as a protection against
thieves. One rooming thieves not only
carried off valuable plants, but also
stole the watchdog, chain, collar and
all.
PRODUCER AND USER.]
THEY ARE INTERDEPENDENT 1
UPON EACH OTHER.
How the Piartlral Operation of the
1 rotectlve Principle Meet* the Ite- !
tiulrement of Legislation for the Great
est tioiul of the Greatest Number.
.1 D. Wilson of Randolph, Mo., re
cently addressed the following to the
editor of the American Economist:
Conceding that the tariff on wool
makes the grower money, who pays it
in tiie end, the man who wears the
wool_ or who? Seems to me that legis
lation should be for the greatest good
to the greatest number. In other words,
don't more people wear wool than
grow it?”
Answer: Questions of this sort .he
Free Traders have been asking for
many, many years, always answering
them to their own complete satisfac
tion. In their way of looking at it
protection benefits the few at the ex
pense of the many. Our western friend
has got it all figured out in the same
way. Pity it is tliut his talents should
be wasted away out in ”D3’’kest Miz
zoitry!" He should have been a col
lege professoi. lint we shall take him
as he is and endeavor to solve his
conundrum.
Conceding, as he says—and this is an
Important concession that the tariff
on wool makes money for the wool
grower, who pays it? Principally the
foreign wool grower, who is compelled
to accept a lower price for his product
in order to sell it in the United States
after ttie duty has been added. Possib
ly tlie man who wears clothing made
of wool pays some of the tariff, but not
much. Closing is little or no higher
in price than it was in days of non
protected wool under the Wilson tariff
law. If a suit of clothes could be
bought a trifle cheaper, then the wage
earner and the farmer were none the
better off on that account, because
neither the wage earner nor the farm
er had nearly so much money to buy
clothes with as they have now. If you
could buy an overcoat for a dollar and
didn't have the dollar to pay for it,
you woudn't be anything like so well
off as though overcoats were selling
at $10 apiece and you had $15 in your
pocket with which to buy.
But the pivotal thought—the great
Free Trade conception—of our Mis
souri friend is to be found in his con
cluding proposition that
“Legislation should he for the great
est good of the greatest number, in
other words, don't more people wear
wool than grow it?”
Most assuredly legislation should he
for the greatest good of the greatest
number. Most assuredly more
wear wool than grow it. Right
here is the strength of protec
tion and weakness of Free Trade. Not
only does protection call for legisla
tion that involves the greatest good
to the greatest number; it legislates
for the greatest good of the whole
number. There is today in this coun
try no individual—not one—who is
not in some way distinctly the gainer
by the policy of protection. Even the
importer or the American agent for
foreign merchandise is the beneficiary
of a state of prosperity which has. in
creased the demand and likewise the
purchasing power of the most liberal
body of purchasers and consumers the
world has ever known. The use in the
United States of foreign made articles
of art, luxury and fashion was never so
great as now, while the production and
consumption of domestic articles of all
sorts (that is to say, the gross volume
of internal trade) and the sales to for
eigners of articles of domestic produc
tion are so much greater than ever be
fore that for the first time in its his
tory the United States has become the
leading nation of the world alike in
domestic and foreign trade, and, in
stead of being in debt to the money
centers of Europe, is now a creditor
nation. The economic policy that has
brought all this to pass may surely
be considered as productive of the
greatest good to the greatest number.
But our Missouri friend needs some
light on the question, "Don't more peo
ple wear wool than grow it?” As we
have said, this question must be an
swered in the affirmative. So do more
people eat wheat and corn and beef
and mutton and pork than raise those
articles. A thousand times more peo
ple use nails than those who make
nails. So with every article of use
and consumption. The users and con
sumers outnumber the producers many
times over. Protection takes account
of this condition and by diversifying
production alike in the factory and on
the farm calls into being a tremendous
army whose needs and requirements
are mutual and interdependent. It in
sures to the American farmer a profit
auie mantel ior 111s wool uy insuring
a steady demand on the part of per
sons who wear but do not grow wool,
and by taking care that the cheaper
wools of foreign countries shall not
come in and break down the price of
home grown wools. Otherwise the
American wool grower would have to
go out of business, as so many thous
ands did when wool was deprived of
protection in the Free Trade tariff law
of 1894-1897. Is it not a wise tariff pol
icy that diversifies industry in agricul
ture and enables the farmer to profit
ably produce articles wfhich he could
not otherwise produce except at a loss,
and that by creating aud furnishing
employment for a vast aggregate of
busy and well paid wage earners in
sures to the farmer a near by, close-to
horae demand at profitable prices for
his products?
OUTLOOK FOR FLAX AND LINEN
Last year there were 2,300,000 acres
given over to the raising of flax in the
three states of North and South Dako
ta and Minnesota; and it is reported
that this year’s sowing will show an
increase of 200,000 acres over the fig
ures for last year. The flax industry is
one more to he added to the list of in
dustries which owe their establishment
in this country directly to our protec
tective tariff policy. It. along with tho
silk industry, the tin plate industry,
the steel industry, and a host of others
in their turn, has been belittled and
sneered at by the free traders and tho
protection given to it has been opposed
with violence. It is in a fair way now,
however, toward attaining such pro
portions that these followers of Cob
den will he obliged, in order to retain
any reputation, even a somewhat
shaky one, for truthfulness, to drop
their cry of “bogus industry,” so far
as flax-raising is concerned; and the
time is not very far distant when the
I'nited States will he able to entirely
supply its people with linen of home
manufacture, as well as with native
woolens and cottons and silks.
HIS ATTITUDE.
rreHldent McKinley Not In Sympathy
with Frce-Trailn Innovation*.
There is good reason to believe that
the well-informed Washington corre
spondent of the Philadelphia Press
speaks with knowledge and authority
when he asserts that President McKin
ley is opposed alike to tariff revision
and to the Kasson plan of reducing
tariff rates by special trade treaties.
The president, it is said, deprecates the
opening up of the tariff question as
disturbing and injurious to business
interests, and the Itaboock folly of
slaughtering the minor concerns by re
moving all protective duties from for
eign products competing with the pro
ducts of the steel trust will receive no
encouragement from the administra
tion.
With equal positiveness it is affirmed
that President McKinley lias not
only exerted no pressure for the ratifi
cation of the French reciprocity treaty,
but, on the contrary, has been in full
sympathy with the protectionist op
position to that ill-advised and mis
chievous instrument. According to the
Press correspondent the president
did not examine the French treaty be
fore submitting it to the senate for ap
p-oval, and hence was not aware that
Commissioner Kasson had agreed upon
a draft distinctly designed to benefit
certain industries by withdrawing
, needed protection from other indus
tries.
With equal reason It may he taken
for granted that the president had not
investigated the scope and operation
of the proposed Argentina treaty,
which provided for a reduction of 20
per cent from the duties on wool pro
vided for in the Dingley tariff law.
Undoubtedly the president is in
favor of reciprocal trade arrangements
that shall enlarge the foreign demand
for American products, but it is real
and not bogus reciprocity that he fa
vors—the reciprocity authorized by the
Republican national platform of 1900,
in "what we do not ourselves pro
duce.” Those who imagine that Presi
dent McKinley is today anything less
than the sound and consistent protec
tionist that he always was are nursing
a vain delusion. The president is a
friend of American labor and industry.
Make no mistake about that!
They Never Reflect.
Philadelphia Record managers and
other free traders, whose main politi
cal policy is, “Anything to deprive
American wage earners of em
ployment and wages and enrich foreign
monopoly by giving them our home
market while we pay the taxes,” are
still battling for a return to the robber
Wilson tariff which swindled, accord
ing to Samuel Gompers. two and one
half millions breadwinners out of their
Jobs. Do these enemies of the com
mon people ever reflect that the Ruler
of nations Is also the God of the poor,
and that His Justice is merely delayed?
HE WILL NOT SUCCEED.
Kerlpronlty the Wrong Way.
Let us have no tampering In the way
of reciprocating treaties that do recip
rocating the wrong way. To be sure
such treaties carefully constructed as
! sist American industries but they do
; so, as the patterns rejected show, at
the expense of certain other American
industries. This, then, is not reciproc
ity, but simply nothing more or less
than the English tariff idea of fair
trade.— Racine (Wls.i Journal.
What Hors He Watt?
Babcock, of Wisconsin, continues to
remark that the Republicans of the
j West are in favor of a reduction of
i duties on articles which can be pro
j duced here more cheaply than else
where, and his listeners continue to
wonder whether he wants the Rpuhli
can party to be a party of tarifT re
form. Syracuse Poet-Standard.
THE DRAWING OF LOTS.
Depar. onaut't 1*1 an for Allotting Lind to
Nattier* Gen^rallf Approved.
Thousands of communications con
cerning the opening of the Kiowa and
other lands in Oklahoma pour in upon
the acting secretary of the interior, the
assistant attorney general for the De
partment of the Interior and the com
missioner of the general land office,
lays the Washington Star. The letters
indicate that, as a rule, interested per
sons approve of the plan tentatively
agreed upon by the Department of the
Interior, and which will be presented
to the President as a suggestion, for
his guidance, that the lands be select
ed by settlers by drawing or casting Of
lots. A minister of the gospel is among
those who advocate a drawing. He
prefers it to a horse race, especially
where the race has no better umpire
than the discarded idea that “might
makes right.” It has interested the
officials to note howr this minister an
ticipates and answers a criticism
which might be made in some quarters
to the effect that a drawing would be
a sort of lottery and objectionable to
those who do not believe in anything
which savors of chance. After point
ing out that by this plan the unsuccess
ful applicant pays nothing and the suc
cessful applicant only gets an oppor
tunity to earn the land by fully com
plying with the law in the matter of
payment, residence, cultivation and im
provement, the minister summons the
Bible to his support and shows that the
casting or drawing of lots was resorted
to in distributing the land of Canaan,
in determining whether Mathias or
Joseph, called Barsabus, should become
an apostle. Willis Van Devanter, as
sistant attorney general for the Inte
rior Department, points out that in
other instances the drawing of lots as
a means of decision or selection is giv
en high recognition. Two candidates
receiving an equal number of votes at
an election are often required to cast
lots for the office. A tie vote was re
cently decided in this manner in
Massachusetts. By the constitutions of
Arkansas, Colorado, Missouri and Ohio
the judges of the Supreme Court first
elected were required to cast lots to
determine which should be chief jus
tice and to determine each judge’s term
of office. Upon the admission of a new
State a drawing is had in the United
States Senate to determine to which
class each of the new senators shall
be assigned.
TRAVEL BY RAIL IN RUSSIA.
From Irkutsk to Moscow Runs Famous
Train Do t.uxs.
A train de luxe starts from Irkutsk
for Moscow, every Friday afternoon.
The train, without a change of cars,
runs a distance considerably greater
than from Boston to San Francisco.
The Paris Exposition has made famous
this Siberian train de luxe, with its
moving panorama, its terminal sta
tions at St. Petersburg and Pekin, and
its dinnners at seven francs per head.
The newspaper correspondent, too, has
done his share to advertise it, until the
woi%d has an idea that it Is a veritable
Waldorf-Astoria on wheels. We read
of library cars, and both cars, gymna
sium cars, where one can make a cen
tury run on a stationary bicycle, ele
gant dinners, barber shops, pianos,
and other luxuries too numerous to
mention. As a matter of fact, the
train as it started from Irkutsk on the
29th day of June, 1900, was a rather
shabby vestibuled train of three sleep
ers, a diner and a baggage car. It was
luxurious, indeed, compared with the
fourth-class emigrant train on which
we had been journeying, but it is still
many degrees behind the best Amer
ican trains. It should be remarked,
however, that the best cars had been
sent to Paris for the exposition.
One curiosity on this particular train
de luxe was that the first and second
class cars were precisely alike in every
particular, while the difference of price
was nearly forty roubles in favor of
the second-class. One would think
that the second-class cars would he
overcrowded and the first-class would
be empty. Such was not the case, for I
found every cabin in the first-class
taken, and was able to get a large four
berth stateroom in one of the second
class cars for little more than I would
pay for two berths in the first-class
car. The fares in Siberia are remark
ably cheap. For the whole stateroom
I paid less than $120 from Irkutsk to
Moscow, a distance of 350 miles; this
included four fares and the supplemen
tary price of the train de luxe.—Har
per's Weekly.
_
Browing NnUence.
"The tipping habit is a nuisance,"
said a young Philadelphia man who
makes $40 a week and spends $50. "Aft
er breakfast 1 want a glass of beer and
it is necessary for me to toss the bar
tender a dime and tell him to keep the
other nickel. I get shaved and hand a
quarter to the barber, who retains the
change. While the shaving is going
on an attendant has been polishing my
boots, and though his charge is only a
nickel I have to give him a dime to
keep him in good humor. At luncheon
the waiter must have a half-dollar, and
If in the evening I sit in a cafe, a dime
or two must be handed out with every
round of drinks.
BUmarck'* I'hlloiuiphy of I,lr«.
With dutiful trust in God, dig in the
^purs and let life, like a wild horse,
take you flying over hedge and ditch,
resolved to break your neck, and yet
fearless, inasmuch as you must some
time part from all that is dear to you
on earth—though not forever. If grief
is near, well, let him come on, but until
he arrives do not merely look bright
and blessed, but be it, too; and when
sorrow comes upon you bear it with
•ignity—that is to say, with submis
sion and hope.—From the "Love Let
1 \ere of Prince Bl§marck.”
