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Old Ocean, let me spend with you These autumn days so bright and blue. For though your tieard Is white, I see You're not too old to romp with me. You play at tag. and try to reach My feet that tly along tile beach; Then wc are soldiers, and you take The little sand forts that I make. When in your waves 1 venture out Oh. how you tumble me about! For you are old, but merry, too. And so 1 love to play with you. Alter Forty Years. BY D. H. T/LMAGE. (Copyright, 1301, by Dally Story Tub. Co.) There died not long ago In a cer tain home for soldiers a certain man who shall here be nameless. He died 'n his bed at night, with none watch ing beside him. He left no word. He did not struggle. So nearly did the Heath calm resting upon him resemble the slumber of life that one of his com rades, a jest upon lii3 lips, shook him by the shoulder in the morning. And then the word went forth that another worn and weary one had passed through the Valley of the Shadow with out suffering, and silently the prayer went up, “O Lord, will that as he was taken so also may it be with us.” They buried him with military hon ors, and then wrote to his mother an nouncing briefly the facts. They gave no details. And presently a letter writ ten by the faltering hand of age was received. “Tell me, please,” it said, “how my boy died, and let me know what be longings he had.” The answer wfas necessarily short, there was so little to tell. He had been buried in his only suit of clothes. There was a sum of money, amounting to thirty-six dollars, in a tin box be neath his bunk. In his valise were two shirts, a suit of underwear, two pairs of socks and one brown cotton glove, nothing more. The official making the inventory contemplated the glove somewhat cu riously when lie came to it, and scratched his head with the blunt end of his pencil. "On-) glove,” he said, half aloud. "Evidently a woman's. Wonder how it happened?” He continued to wonder for several days. Then the matter was explained ‘.o him. A woman, leading by the hand a child, appeared in the commandant’s office, seeking Information regarding :he departed soldier. She was not a relative. Neither was she a friend— »t least she had not been a friend. She lad known him lu his youth. She had seen him march away to the war. She had not seen him since. The oificial questioned her guarded ly, and learned largely by inference, from her replies that the soldier had oeen her lover, but that his idea of loyalty had not been her idea of loy slty. They had lived in the borderland jetween the North and the South. Her father and her brother and another •‘Evidently a woman’s glove.” man had gone out to battle for the South, while this man had remained faithful to the old flag. She had given him to understand plainly that he must choose between the flag and her. And he had chosen with maddening prompt ness. The other man had returned from the war, and siie had married him. He was sadly crippled, and her pity went out to him, masquerading as love. That was years ago. Her life had not been an unhappy one, she said, although the drawn face, the lack-luster eyes, the stooping shoulders and the dragging footsteps told a story ef toil beyond her strength and of devotion forced beyond the promptings of her spirit. Her husband was dead. He had been hurled but three days ago. Her enly son also was dead, and her son's wife and she were not in sympathy. The child she held by the hand was her grandchild, her one comfort. She had come to see the soldier who had been faithful to the flog of victory She had known where he was throughout all the years. She had saved a little mon ey—enough, if eked out by a small pen sion, to carry two people of sixty to the end of their lives. Would the of ficial be so kind as to call tho soldier at. once? The official cleared his throat vigor ously and scowled. He always scowled when he had a painful duty to perform And this woman, with the love of for ty years ago intact in her bosom, was so pitiful a spectacle under the circum stances that his courage was hardly equal to telling the truth. But he was not a man to shirk a duty. “My dear madam.” he said, “I re gret to inform you that your friend is dead.” She seemed not to understand at first; but gradually the import of the statement was borne in upor. her, and she moaned hopelessly, trembling as th'e leaf of autumn trembles in the north wind. The official said nothing more. He was waiting for her to speak. “Did—did he leave anything—any thing marked for 'Sarah'?” she asked at last. •'Not anything,” replied the official. And then, as gently as he might, he recounted the circumstances attending the soldier's death. "He went alone.” whispered the woman—"alone—O God! But you say he left a glove?” Was it a brown glove, such as women used to wear?" The official nodded. "I have the mate to the glove,” she announced calmly, the look of weari i ness and despair coming again to her face. "It is bloodstained and falling ! apart, but I have preserved it because i something here”—placing her hand upon her breast—“told me that the other would he found some time, and I would know the truth. And I know tho truth now.” She raised her eyes, and for an in stant her lips moved silently. "My husband brought it with him when he returned, wounded, from Shi loh. A Gnion soldier whose name he would never tell me had stood betweer him and death there, fighting hare against his own pecple that—the reb els wife might—not be deprived of bei “Anything marked for Sarah?’’ husband. The gloves were mine. H6 reached out from the ranks and pulled them out of my hand the day he went away to join Grant’s army, and I struck him in the face when he did it. One j of them he used to stanch the flow ol I blood from my husband's wound, and then stuffed it into the pocket of my ! husband's coat, where I found it. The j other he kept—forty—years.” She quite broke down at this junc ture, and the official essayed to com fort her. "His mother still lives.” he said, and named the place. “If you wish, you | may take his things to her.” She readily accepted the commission; i but of the meeting between the two j women only themselves know. Where Knmanre In Kecitlleil. The Windsor library is one of the most perfect retreats in all England for a rainy day, says a London news paper. It has a superb outlook across to Stoke and away to Harrow-on-the Hill, and as the privileged ladies and gentlemen of the court loll in its cozy chairs, leathered in brilliant scarlet, and rest their books upon its polished ebon tables inlaid with ivory, the spirit of the past—of Anne and the duchess, of Elizabeth and her tiring maids, of Charles II. and Lely’s beau ties— seem to pervade tne fireplace and ored, alcove and mullion. Little won der that such a corner became a fa vorite retreat of Sunday afternoons. Introduced Clirlntums Tree*. Empress Frederick, according to the London Daily Chronicle, was the cause of the introduction of Christmas trees into England. Her father, Prince Albert, insisted on having a German Christmas tree with its lights and decorations for his baby daughter in 1840. and the fashion spread quickly. Perhaps Thl* Writer Know*. The Lapps, a people of northern Europe, never wash. They abhor wat er, and from infancy to age their cloth ing is never changed except when it is worn out. They wear the same gar ments, made of reindeer skin with the hair next to the flesh, day and night, winter and summer. Vitality of Typhoid tierm*. Typhoid germs retain their vitality for many weeks; in garden earth twenty-one days; in Alter sand, eighty two days; in dust of the street, thirty days; on linen, sixty to seventy days; on wood, thirty-two days; in ice, a year or more. I THIEVES OK BOMBAY. THEY PRACTICE THE ART OF BE COMING INVISIBLE. Dangwroii* Work In Which the Pacolt Seldom Full*—Clever I>cvloe Practiced by the Mooche* In Throning Pursuer* Off Their Track. A very Interesting and valuable re port was issued several years ago, by ;he inspector of prisons of the Indian •mpire, In which almost incredible accounts are given of the practice of this extraordinary art by the thieves 3f lower Bombay, says a writer in ‘.he New Penny Magazine. The thieves themselves, with better rea son, feel doubly secure; for if. in spite af his invisibility, by some unlooked tor and unlucky chance, one is seized, his oily body slips away like an eel's; and in the still more unlikely contin gency of his being held with an un breakable grip, he has, slung by a slender cord about his neck, a little knife with an edge as sharp as that of the keenest razor, with which he cuts the tendons of the intruding wrist. This, however, he considers a last re sort, for he prides himself upon doing his work without inflicting bodily harm upon his victims. To enter a zenana, or the women's apartment in a native house, where all the family treasures are kept, is the ambition of every native thief. This, however, is no easy matter, for the zenana is in the center of the house, surrounded by other apartments occupied by ever wakeful sentinels. In order to reach it the thief burrows under the house until his tunnel reaches a point be neath the floor of the room to which 'cross is sought. But the cautious ’native does not at once enter. Full well he knows that the inmates of th’ house sometimes detect the miner at work and stand over the hole armed with deadly weapons, silently await ing his appearance. He has with him a piece of bamboo, at cne end of which a bunch of grass represents a human head, and this he thrusts up through the completed breach. If the vlcari ous head does not come to grief, the real one takes Its place, and the thief, entering the zenana, secretes himself; or, finding everything already favor able for this purpose, proceeds to at tempt what seems an impossible un dertaking. This, indeed, is no less a task than to remove from the ears and arms and nose the earrings, bracelets, armlets, bangles and nose rings of the sleepers without awakening them, and to get. safely away with his plunder. Who but a dacoit would be equal to so delicate, dangerous and difficult a piece of work? But the dacoit seldom fails. “These adroit burglars,” says my authority, "commit the most dar ing robberies in the midst of the Eng lish army. Knowing the position of the tents, they make out one which is occupied by an officer of high rank, and creep silently toward it. Arrived at the tent, their sharp knife makes them a door in the canvas, and they glide undiscovered into the interior. Indeed, so wonderfully adroit are they that even the very watchdogs do not discover them, and a thief has been known to actually step over a dog without disturbing the animal.” But the most marvelously clever de vice practiced by the thieves of lower Bombay is that used by the Mooches in throwing pursuers off their track The Mooches come down in gangs, from the back country, and raid the settlements; their specialty is poison ing cattle. They smear plantain leaves with their own particular brand of cattle exterminator and scatter them about among the herds at night. In the morning, as many of the cattle as have partaken are dead, and have been abandoned by their owners. The Mooches flay the dead animals and sell their hides. Pursued, these hon est creatures make at full speed for the jungle. If they reach it, all hope of capturing them is at an end, but even when they discover that.they must be overtaken before they reach it, they by no means lose heart, and are measurably sure of escaping, es pecially if, as is very often the ease in India, the surface is burned over and the trees and bushes that have not been consumed are charred and blackened and bereft of their foliage and many, perhaps, reduced to little more than blackened stumps by the fire which the fields are annually burn ed over. If hard pressed in such a country as this, they cease to fly, and immediately disappear. For a long time, the English troops which polic’d the districts where they made their raids were completely nonplused; again and again, on the very point of being captured, the Mooches escaped by miraculously vanishing and officers as well as soldiers became supersti tious. With the power of maintaining fixed, immovable postures, in which their race seem to excel, these Indians grasping in their hands such black ened branches as they pick up in tlie'.i flight, can instantly assume, ami re tain for a long time. A Woman Balancing. When a woman stoops over to pick up something on the floor why does she always balance herself on one foot extending the other outward and back ward as a counterpoise? This question not new never has been satisfactorily answered—New York Press. Million* of tilt*' Tail* Are Worn. A hundred tons of eats' tails wen recently sold in one lot in New Y'ork for ornamenting ladies' wearing ap parel. This means that no fewer than 1,792.000 pussies hail be n killed to sup ply this consignment. STEVENSON'S MEMORY. rt I* Still Hear to ill* Samoan frlpiil Say* a Wrltoif. Mrs. Isobel Strong tells several anee dotes which show the warm affection In which the memory of Robert Louis Stevenson is held by his Samoan friends. In Scribner's Magazine she describes one scene that is infinitely touching: After Mr. Stevenson's death so many of his Samoan friends begged for his photograph that we sent to Sydney for a supply, which was soon exhausted. One ofternoon Pola came In and remarked, in a very hurt and aggrieved manner, that he had been neglected in the way ol photographs. "But your father, the chief, has a large, fine one.” ‘‘True,’ said Pola. "But that Is not mine. 1 have the box presented to me by youi high-chief goodness. It has a little cover, and there I wish to put the sun shadow of Tusitala. the beloved chlel whom we all revere, but I more than the others because he was the head o; my clan.” "To be sure,” I said, and looked about for a photograph. I found a picture cut from a weekly paper, one ] remembered that Mr. Stevenson him self had particularly disliked. Hi would have been pleased had he seen the scornful way Pola threw the pic ture on the floor. "I will not have that,” he cried. "It Is pig-faced. It is not the shadow of our chief.” He leaned against the door and wept. "I have nothing else, Pola,” I pro tested. "Truly, if I had another pic ture of Tusitala I would give it tc you.” He brightened up at once. “There is the one in the smoking room,” he said, “where he walks back and forth That pleases me. for It looks like him.*' He referred to an oil painting of Mr Stevenson by Sargent. I explained that l could net give him that. “Then 1 will take the round one,” lie said “of tin.” This last was the bronze bas-relief by St. Gaudens. I must have laughed Involuntarily, for hi went out deeply hurt. Hearing a strange noise in the hall, an hour oi so later. I openetl the door and dis covered Pola lying on his face, weep ing bitterly. “What are you crying about?” 1 asked. "The shadow, the shadow',” he sob bed. "I want the sun-shadow of Tusi tala.” 1 knocked at ray mother’s dooi across the hall, and at the sight o! that tear-stained face her heart melt ed, and he was given the last photo graph we had,which he wrapped in s banana leaf, tying it carefully with a ribbon of grass. CLOTHES AND CHARACTER. None of C» Fro*- from the Influence <y (ferments. The philosophy of clothes grows oil of their relationship to our personality and temperament. Not many of us an independent enough to declare our selves free from the Influence of tht garments which clothe and adorn us; not more so than of the other environ ments which prove such potent factori in the formation of our life and char acter. Personality and temperameni are revealed by clothes; but whai seems more important in the who'n philosophy of the subject is that thi outer garments affect our individual ity, so that we are changed and trans formed by what we wear. Whai clothes have done for civilization ii the formation of character, morals manners and conventional ideas of liv ing is a subject too broad for super ficial consideration. The susceptibility of some to thp influence of clothes is so keen that ail individuality woul< be lost without the power to expres: themselves in this way. A womai may make clothes the artistic expres sion of her personality, which in n< other way could assert Itself. It hai become to her a daily need, and tlu loss of it would take from her life i mainspring of action that would leavi her stranded. There is a differenci between the attempt to express in ar tistic form in dress an inward person ality and the extravagant waste o money for clothes which have no di reet bearing upon one’s mind or idea of the harmony of things. Lavish ex penditure of money on dress for th mere sake of copying another, or fo the selfish and foolish purpose of be ing dressed as expensively as the rich est, is not only reprehensible, but L deficient in originality and art ex pression.—A. S. Atkiuson, M. D., ii Ledger Monthly. The Cut Thai Hurt. Lillian Russell, during one of lie' walks the other day, met a little chaj whose small trousers had evidently been made at home. The front ant back of them had been cut exactly alike and for a much broader boy. The; were puffed at the hack and the smal wearer seemed ill at ease in them. Mlsi Russell stopped for a moment to cha with him, and at parting handed hin a nickel, saying: “By the way, son ny, who made your trousers?” “M* mudder—goll durn her!" answered ttu boy in a most ungrateful tone of voice —New York Clipper. Cliarl^nmjfiu* Mkod IVrf«im«** | Charlemagne Is raid by his blograph rs to have been extravagantly fond c almost any kind of perfume. One o his courtiers said that the approac) of the Emperor could always bn de 'eeted by the odor of perfume that in variably accompanied him. Ilowi's “Bridge of Sighs,” Hood wrote “The bridge of Sighs’ in, it is said, a single afternoon. An ither account declares it to have beei written in a day. and that much tinw subsequently spent in revising it. VERY METHODICAL nljr Thing Slip Forgot When fSolrig on •Journey Was Her Tlrkot. The young woman was getting ready ) go for a short trip, and was hold ig forth to some friends, as she made er arrangements, upon "the way to ravel without luggage." "I'm very methodical, you know.’’ he remarked airily, "and I do eon ratulate myself that there are few emtnine creatures who have the scl nce of packing down to as fine a iolnt as myself.” With this she crapped her toothbrush up in a bit of chite paper, secured It with elastic lands and tucked it in her shirt waist. Then she put three or four extra landkerchiefs in the crown of her hat. lonned it and pronounced herself eady to depart. "T feel as if I had forgotten some hing," she said, pausing at the door o give a backward glance Into the oom. "Your purse?” asked one solicitous rlend. "No, I have that,” replied the young coman. "A book to read on the train?” ‘Surely not your box of chocolates?” Not your veil?” chorused the others. No. the woman had these, but all the vay down to the trolley car she was •ppressed with the idea that, despite ler boasted experience as a traveler, lie had left something behind. As oon as she entered the station and ound that she had but three minutes n which to make her train, she re nembered what it was. "I’ve forgotten my ticket!” she rasped. "Now you haven't” asked the man vith her, disgustedly. "I have, Indeed!” she walled. "I fought It yesterday, so I wouldn't have my trouble, and now' I’ve come away ind forgotten it, and I’ll have to take he next train, which will put me in ny town at midnight, and 1 think it’s t great pity that some one couldn't lave thought enough to ask me wheth •r I had it or not, for goodness knows ts more important than chocolates, tnd everybody remembered them. I lope you'll have more consideration lereafter.” Then she paused for breath, and as he man only laughed immoderately ihe rode all the way home in scornful lilence. But when she went to the nation ihe next time she had her icket clasped firmly in one hand and ■he yielded it reluctantly even to the ;atekeeper. GOT EVEN WITH RANDOLPH. nnkceper Who Would Not I>b Bluffed by the stilt (-Minim. One night when traveling through Virginia, John Randolph stopped at in inn near the forks of two roads. The innkeeper wfas a fine old gentle nan, and, knowing who his distin guished guest was, he endeavored dur ng the evening to draw him into a :onversation, but failed. Hut in the norning, when Mr. Randolph was •eady to start, he called for his bill ind paid it. The landlord, still anx ous to have some conversation, .ackled him again: “Which way are you traveling, Mr. Tandoph?” “Sir!” said Mr. Randolph, with a ook of displeasure. “I asked,” said the landlord, “which way you are traveling.” “Have I paid you my bill?” “Yes.” “Do I owe you anything more?” “No.” “Well, I am going just where I please. Do you understand?” "Yes.” The landlord by this time got same vhat excited, and Mr. Randolph drove >ff. But, to the landlord’s surprise, in i few' minutes he sent one of the ser vants to inquire which of the forks of ‘.he road to take. Mr. Randolph still Pelng within hearing distance, the andlord yelled at the top of his voice: Mr. Randolph, you don’t owe me one lent; take whichever road you please.” A Case of Ile« Instinct, The Pacific Rural Press tells of what .t calls a rare case of bee instinct. In i hive was found what appeared to be i great piece of wax, but on investiga tion there was found the dead body of t rat. It had strayed into the hive ind probably was stung to death by ’he bees. As the body w'as too large !or them to remove they had enclosed ,t in wax to prevent the odor from es :aping to be offensive. It is rare that i rat is caught in that way, as they ire apt to vacate when first stung, but ve have heard and read of many cases where a mouse had been provided with t wax coffin when he made his way nto a hive. They will do this with tlmost anything likely to cause an of fensive odor if they cannot remove it Iron; the hive. Approach Illgh Kconnmy. Contrary to the general belief, the •ngines of torpedo boats are not at all fxtravagant In the use of steam, but i.iproach high economy, considering •.hat they are driven regardless of cost, '.he sole view being tb get the highest yos.slble piston speed in the shortest •ime with forced draft of greatest ln ensity. The coal burned per Initial aorse power in the case of ona boat tecently constructed was only 1.88 pounds per hour, with a consumption pf sixty-eight pounds per square foot af gas. Kmperor’n Sinter a Colonel. The German emperor recently ap >olnted his youngest sister, Princess vlargaret of Hesse, to be chief or hon irary colonel of the Eightieth Foot, in succession to her deceased mother. No Tobacco at Iiallun Court. The King and Queen of Italy can not endure the smell of tobacco, and none of their ladles and gentlemen in waiting are permitted to smoko when doing their turns in service, and no smoking is allowed In the royal apartments. This aversion of the royal couple for tobacco is the more surprising when one recalls the fact that the young queen's mother and sisters all smoke cigarettes, that she was brought up at the Russian court, where smoking by ladleB Is the rule rather than the exception, and when one remembers how passionately fond of Ms cigars was the late King Hum bert The Booming Went. "I was in a little Wisconsin town the other day,” said a Boston man re cently, “and know of a gentleman who came there with some stock of an eastern coneern to dispose of at par. It was good property, to be sure, but In that one small town he sold $6,000 worth of the stock In less than a half day. The West Is far more prosperous this year than last, al though last year was looked upon at the time as a record breaker. The railroads are carrying a vast amount of produce to the Orient, and, mind what I tell you, our exports by the Pacific coast before many years will equal and surpass our exports from the Atlantic seaboard. Only two or three years ago nobody ever dreamed of a mighty export trade on that side.” Nhe Uaiicrd for Charity. A French woman has invented a new plan for securing contributions to charity. She is a great favorite j in her own circle. Recently while staying at a country place near Paris she attended a charity fete. One of her men friends sought her hand for a dance and the lady said: “With pleasure. Twenty francs, please.” “I beg your pardon,” said the puzzled man. ”1 had the honor to ask you for a waltz.” “To be sure,” said mad emoiselle. “I thought it was a qua drille. A walt2 will be 40 francs.” Then she explained that for that ev ening she was dancing for the poor and her partners must contribute. The other belles took up the idea and the result was a handsome increase in the fund. A DISTINGUISHED MISSIONARY. Washington, Ind., Sept. 23d.—There is at present, living at 10G East 15th street in this city, a most remarkable man. He is Rev. C. H. Thompson, and he came to Washington from Little York, Ind., a short time ago. Rev. Mr. Thompson spent many years of his long and useful life as a missionary among the Indians of the West. The great exposure and the drinking of so much bad water brought on Diabetes, and at Wagoner, IndlaD Territory, he was struck down while preaching. Physicians, one of th“m a Chicago specialist, pronounced his ease hope less Dodd’s Kidney Pills were recom mended, and as a last resort he tried them. He was completely cured, and restored to good health and his case and its cure has caused a sensation among the physicians. —** HI* Silver Wedding at 80. Meat Reverend Frederick Temple, archbishop of Canterbury, who is 80 years of age, has been celebrating his y silver wedding. He was not married until he was 55 years of age, yet ha is an excellent specimen of Queen Victoria’s favorite type of a bishop and happy family man. nail's Catarrh Cure Is a constitutional cure. Price, 75a Ants Damage Brick faring. A curious menace to brick street paving has come to light in Council Bluffs. Ia. Numerous ants began burrowing into the sand beneath the bricks and removed so much of it to other and unknown quarters that the city engineer was called in to re pair the damages. One street was made unfit for travel for several blocks. Incubator Triplets. The triplets of Morris J. Cohen, who were sent from New York to Buffalo to be placed in the baby incubators there, are expected home in a few days. The little things not only lived hut have more than doubled in weight and are as fine a collection of babies as could be found anywhere. They would undoubtedly have died had it not been for the incubators. The triplets are the first in this country and the second in the world to go through the incubator process. ..—__ , —_ laid IM Can Wear Shoes. One size smaller after using Allen’s Foot* j* Ease, a powder. It makes tight oruevr shoeseasy. Cures swollen, hot,sweating, aching feet, ingrowing nails, corns and bunions. All druggists and shoo stores, 25c. Trial package FREE by mail. Ad dress Allen S. Olmsted, Be Roy, N. Y. Won Uiit W«|fpr. A wager was made by a resident of Ixmdon that he could cook a plum pudding ten feet beneath the surface of the Thames. He won the bet by placing the pudding in a tin case and putting the whole in a sack of lime. The heat of the lime, slacking when coming in contact with the water was sufficient to cook the pudding id two hours. Mr*. V/lnelow ■ noo thing Wyrap. Tor cblulren tecih'n*. »often» thn *urrs, reduce* |y tUmuiattou, allay* pun.curo* wlud colic, itica Ujltla. “Heart shakes” are splits which radiate from the center to the circum ference of a tree. We thank you Tor trying Wizard Oil for rheumatism or neuralgia, then you will thank us. Ask your druggist. I.lve on «UO a Year. Life on $9 a year was the experience of A. M. Torrence, chairman of the London county council, when, at the age of 16, his career began in Glas gow. Mr. Torrance made $90 meet all his needs, and he bought a book or two besides, which he almost learned V by heart. He admires punctuality, ' loves a Scotch song above all things and tells a Scotch story with no end of “pawky” humor.