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<.'opjr!gbi, by Strkkt A SMITH. New York.
Chapter i.
JACK, FROM BOHEMIA.
Famous old Big Ben had boomed
out the hour of 3 one afternoon in
May, when Jack Overton, who had
recently shaken off the dust of the Bo
hemian Latin quarter in Paris, de
bouched from one of the numerous
courts branching out from the Strand,
London, and strolled along this great
thoroughfare.
Overton was a man of possibly
twenty-five. His form was well built
and athletic, his countenance, while
not wholly handsome, worthy of deep
study—an expert at physiognomy
would have gloried in reading the po
tential features so plainly marked,
and his verdict must have been that
while the young man had not yet
awakened to the resistless and domi
nant power that slumbered within his
grasp, the force of circumstances
would sooner or later bring it to the
fore.
For some time he had drifted along
^ in his studies—a faint gleam of suc
cess had begun to brighten the eastern
skies—there was a promise of his lat
est picture being accepted for the
Salon, when his future could be look
ed upon as assured.
It was at this critical Juncture in
his affairs when a little more resolute
work would have landed him well on
the road to success, that fortune, and
a woman, brought about a crisis
which threatened his bark with dis
aster.
This accounted for the eagerness
with which he scrutinized the Inmates
of the various vehicles moving hither
and thither along the Strand. Final
ly his kindling gaze was glued upon a
dashing equipage, evidently headed
toward Rotten Row\ and particularly
upon the beautiful woman who sat
there nonchalantly holding a lace
trimmed parasol above her dainty
head, and occasionally addressing
some word to her elderly gentleman
companion, whose bronzed face and
air of distinction marked him as a
traveler or man of note in Her Ma
jesty's colonial empire.
Jack held his breath and gritted his
teeth as he looked. He loved, aye,
worshiped this radiant creature. He,
a poor, unknown artist, dared to
raise his eyes to such a beautiful bird
of fashion.
Why not—who had a right one-half
so strong? Time was when he knew
Fedora as a modest little English
girl with a passionate desire to study
art, when he had given innumerable
opportunities to stand between her
and insult, to soften the rough places
for her dainty feet, to assist her in
the work she had chosen while his
own lay neglected in his garret studio.
Yes. thpy had heroine such great
friends in Bohemia that it ripened
into love, though on Jack's part he
fairly adored the girl from the hour
they first met.
Thus vows w'ere exchanged, and for
months they drifted along in a fool's
paradise. Then Jack, poor fellow, in
sisted on endeavoring to open com
munications between Fedora and the
grim old English grandfather who
had exiled his daughter for marrying
against his august will.
The negotiations succeeded all too
well, and one day there came a dolor
ous scene when Jack and his betrothed
separated, she to go to her new
English home, he to work feverishly
on the great picture that was to make
such a sensation in the Salon—the
face of Fedora, created by a hand in
spired by the divine passion—and
bring him the fame and fortune which
he longed to lay at her feet.
At last it was finished, all but a
few touches. He had for some time
been on the verge of distraction.
Stray rumors that Fedora had forgot
ten him. He, faithful to death him
self, believed steadfastly in the wo
man he loved, and indignantly chased
all satanic doubts headlong from his
mind. Still, they crept back in spite
of him, and when existence finally be
came unendurable away from the at
mosphere she breathed, he had
brought his treasured canvas to Lon
don.
Never had he suspected the full ex
tent of her radiant beauty and her
queenly manner until the moment his
eyes fell upon her in the vehicle that
rolled toward Rotton Row. Could
such a prize be for him?
Then came a revulsion of feeling.
She belonged to him—she had again
and again vowed no power on earth
but death could take her from him.
More than that, did he not owe her
his life? There had been a fire, and
Jack, overcome in his sleep by smoke,
might have perished but that some
girl dared death to run in and drag
him to the open air. They told him
it was Fedora, and although she had
always in her modesty, appeared con
fused when he spoke of the subject,
yet he never doubted.
At this day Overton had not learned 1
what a mighty influence Moloch had
upon the average human heart, nor
the winning power of Gold. The time
was coming when he would discover
these things through bitter experience
that would warp his nature and
change his disposition.
It was his desire to notice what
efTect his presence might have upon
the beautiful girl in the landau.
When her wandering gaze suddenly
fell upon him she gave a perceptible
start, and the color left her cheeks
only to immediately return, aud as
the vehicle passed he was quick to
discover the card, which she had des
irously tossed out apparently unseen
by her escort, flutter to the asphalt.
fKil’TF.R II.
THE MEETING ON THE STRAND.
Jack lost not a second in capturing
the bit of pasteboard. It was simply
a carte de visite, and gave the address
of her grandfather's city house.
Overton made up his mind that
come what would that night should
see him at, the address she had given,
to hear from her own lips his doom.
Until that had been pronounced he
could not and would not believe that
she meant to cast him aside.
As he swung down the crowded
Strand he was suddenly aware of a
gentle pull at his sleeve, a modest lit
tle jerk, entirely lacking the assur
ances that might suggest a bold seek
er after alms.
“Oh, Mr. Jack!” said a quick voice
in accents of eagerness.
An when Overton looked down
from his six feet, and saw the girl's
rosy face half shrouded in a blue hood,
ho experienced such genuine pleasure
that the haunted, devil-may-care ex
pression gave way to a glow of sin
cere satisfaction as he caught the
hand she had laid on his own and
squeezed it in his own broad palm.
If he hurt her the girl gave no sign.
“Bless me. Mazette, this is a pleas
ure now. Fancy our meeting in the
crowded streets of Ixmdon. How do
you get on? Has fortune looked your
way? I hope and trust those divine
little miniature portraits on ivory
bring you in a fair income among
these people of your blood.”
Thus he chattered on. Mazette
looked up to the long-legged, big
hearted American as a prince of men.
Secretly she adored him, but no one
ever knew' that his face was the
shrine at which the modest child of
nature worshipped, for, like most
girls of the present day. Mazette re
fused to wear her heart upon her
sleeve for daw's to peck at.
“What brings you here, Mr. Jack?"
she asked.
Overton winced as he remembered
the nature of his hasty jump from
Paris. Then he made up his mind
to unburden his soul, and having re
solved to make the plunge, he started
in with an impetuosity that startled
his demure little companion.
If Jack had been able to look under
that blue hood while he poured out
his passionate story he might have
received something of a shock. Most
certainly poor Mazette was experienc
ing one.
“it is hard to give advice, Mr. Jack.
She has not thrown you over yet,”
she said.
“You know Fedora so well, you
should be able to Judge what she will
do—whether or not the glitter of gold
would tempt her to give up the man
to whom she swore deathless fealty.
Tell mo truly, little friend, although
1 would bless you for words of com
fort, still I only desire to know what
you believe—the truth, even if it kill
me."
"\ou must be calm, Mr. jack, t-ven
though you lost Fedora, there are
other things in the world worth living
for.” she began, slowly, painfully.
He uttered a hollow groan.
“Ah. money is very powerful, Mr.
.Tack. It makes the strongest weak.
You must not think too harshly of her
if the temptation proves irresistible.”
“Already you fear the worst,” he
exclaimed. "God help me if it proves
to be so. You would never condemn
the man you loved. Mazette; sell him
for filthy lucre.”
“Thanks for your good opinion. No
one may ever know how strong they
are until the temptation has come,”
she replied, steadily, but deep down In
her heart the little artist girl was
saying over and over again; "Not
for all the gold in the world, nor for
precious stones, would I sell his love
if it were only mine.”
Mazette adroitly changed the con
versation, and endeavored to cheer
him up.
“You must be sure to drop in to
see us very soon, and take tea with
aunty,” she said at length, as they
were about to separate.
“T promise you,” he replied quickly.
God bless you for a true-hearted com
rade, and may you in the years to
come never know the agony of mind
and heart that threatens me now.”
“I shall endeavor to avoid that by
never allowing myself to fall in love,"
she replied, a little hysterically, of
fering him her hand.
“What, your left hand, Mazette.
Pardon me. did I hurt the other, brute
that 1 am? No. then surely you have
been In an accident since last I saw
you, else why should your arm hang
so helplessly at your side? Tell me,
is P not so?" with anxious solicitude
that w«s not at all affected.
The girl looked either vexed or
frightened.
“It is nothing. Long ago I had an
accident, and when 1 use the arm
steadily I feel it. Of late I have been
unusually industrious. That is all,
believo me. Mr. Tack. You will come
—soon?” as she moved ofT.
“Surely,” was his reply.
43 Mazette hurried on, her hear/
throbbing with conflicting emotions,
she was saying to herself, almost hys
terically: “He must never, never
know what a weak little fool I am, or
why this poor arm sometimes hangs
useless at my side. That is my secret,
and it shall die wilh me. But l fear
Fedora is lost to him forever—that
gold has won her heart ”
- J_
CHAI’TKR I IT.
DECLINED, WITH THANKS.
Somehow Overton felt better after
this little chat with the miniature
painter. True, in her candor and
knowledge of Fedora's weakness she
had not been able to give him much
encouragement. In fact, she seemed
to accept it as a settled fact that the
girl he loved would sacrifice him on
the altar of Mammon, but the very
contact with such a cheery nature as
that of Mazette was bound to exert a
helpful influence upon him.
He was standing at the corner of
Chancery Ivinp, debating the moment
ous question as to where he should
bestow the favor of his patronage for
supper, when he was given something
of a staggering shock, for there, with
in ten feet of him. seated in a hansom,
and evidently trying to attract his at
tention, was the identical bronzed
and bearded gentleman whom he had
seen some hours before at Fedora's
side in the handsome turnout, bound
for Rotten Row.
In this distinguished personage
Overton at once and instinctively rec
ognized the rival whom he had to
meet on uneven terms.
The gentleman had nor a fair look
at his face, and ImmedhV’.ely jumped
out of his cab.
“Pardon me,” said he, ?u a deep
voice that somehow grateS on Jack’s
ears, perhaps because he had already
conceived a deadly feelinr of enmity
toward the other. “Pardon me, but
I believe I have the ho^>or of ad
dressing Mr. John Overton* late of the
Latin Quartier, Paris?”
Overton answered stl^lTy: “That
happens to be my name, sir.”
“Allow me to introduce myself.”
Overton looked at the card and de
iberately looked at the inscription.
“Captain Maurice Stanton Livermore,”
The Horseguardl.”
It was a name known Hr and wide
—a name that had been carried to re
mote places in the Dark -Continent—a
name mentioned with eepeclal honor
in descriptions of English operations
on the borders of India, where only
valor counts, and men carve oue repu
tations with the sword In a desperate
duel with savage tribes.
Jack knew it well. ‘The name is
not unfamiliar to me. In what way
can I be of service to you. sir?” be
said with an effort at diffidence,
not?”
“You are an artist, if I mistake
“Yes, I aim to be.”
“I am greatly interested In art,
and desire to have some commissions
executed. Having heard you favor
ably mentioned I would like you to
join me at dinner where we can
doubtless find an opportunity tc reach
an agreement.”
It was on the tip of Jack’s tongue
to coldly decline the invitation. Prul
dence—policy if you will—checked bis
disdainful tongue in time.
“I accept your invitation, sir, with
out in any way committing myself to
any policy you may suggest, or com
promising myself in the least,” he
said quietly.
The other looked grimly pleased.
They walked along together as well
as the crowded condition of the street
would permit, until finally they reach
ed a notable restaurant, into which
the strangely matched couple plunged.
As Overton sat there in the cozy
room, vis-a-vis with Captain Liver
more, somehow he was reminded of a
man whom the irony of fortune had
seated above a volcano or a powder
magazine liable to explode at any
moment.
(To be continued.!
BUCKEYE ANIMADVERSIONS
In nn Indianapolis l*lan to Make* Ufa
Sweeter.
The young women of the Indianap
olis telephone exchange are to be given
the benefits of voice culture. A prom
inent elocutionist has been engaged,
and all the sharp voices will be filed
down, and all the rough voices will be
planed off, and if there is any dignity
and sweetness in a voice It will be
drawn to the surface. It is a nice
scheme, but It will take some time.
The average Hoosler voice is far from
being of the liquid velvet order, and
the elocutionary Improver will find his
hands full for some time to come. Of
course the hours for vocal practice will
have to be snatched from the regular
hours of duty, and the Indianapolis
subscriber who calls up ‘‘exchange”
may be expected at any time to hear
somebody shrieking: ‘‘I am not mad!
I am not mad!” A good deal startled,
he will probably hastily remark:
"Hello, central: you have given me
the insane asylum.” And then the girl
will explain that she’s only getting let
ter perfect lu “The Maniac.” And very
likely some other subscriber will be
told that the curfew shall not ring to
night. and perhaps he'll vigorously ask
the curfew to ring off. And may be
an incensed patron of the line who
earnestly inquires what the girl means
by not answering his call will be told
to “wake and call me early, call me
early, mother, dear.” In short, there'll
be a good deal doing In that Indianap
olis call shop before all the voices that
need it are cultured into proper vocal
shape.—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Woman’s function Is a guiding, not
a determining one.—John kuskin.
In mythology, no god falls In love
1 with Minerva. A mannish woman only
attrf'ta a femlrlns man.
DEEPLY SOLICITOUS.
FREE TRADERS WORRViNQ ABOUT
AMERICAN PATRIOTISM.
Hernnyp \\ . Ar. I’ros perlng So Well
Under l’rotocl Ion Tlioy Argue That |
I.ovr of Country la Dying Out Among:
the People of the I ulteil Stales.
This is the caption of the last article
sent out by the Free Trade League over
the signature of I’rof.'John Bascom. of
Williams College. The two words, pro
tection and patriotism, certainly go
well together, and are closely related.
But. says Prof. Bascom, "protection as
developed In the United States, is pro
foundly opposed to patriotism.” And
yet he does not prove it. or even at
tempt. to. He tells us that it begets
personal strife, blit does not tell us
wherein personal strife and ambition
become inimical to patriotism. Con
tinuing, the professor says:
‘‘The little kernel of sound theory
that may in the beginning have lain at
the bottom of protection was short' y
lost sight of in a greedy struggle be
tween ever-increasing claimants to re
tain old and win new advantages."
It is encouraging to see an old-time
free trader admitting (hat there was
ever even a kernel of sound theory in
the principle of protection, though it
has been lost sight ot in Hie struggle
for advantage. Bops the professor
mean to say that the strife to excel is
unpatriotic? Would he have our In
ventors stop thinking, our miners stop
digging, our farmers stop planting, our
mechanics stop fabricating, and so
cense to retain and gain advantages
not only among themselves but over
the peoples of other countries? Hoes
lie want us to go bark to the habl;:s nt
the aborigines and live the lives of
savages? He complains because "we
have set no limits to Individual enter
prise.” Why should we set a limit to
ambition, to attainment and accom
plishment? And then he eompiama
again because “the policy of private
thrift, which gained such a foothold in
protection, has spread everywhere ”
H the professor is preaching social
ism or anarchy, that is one thing, but
if he is preachirfg free trade because it
would do away with competition and
destroy commercial advantages, that is
another. He concludes his little "piece”
as follows:
“Patriotism cannot thrive in the at
rosphere we have provided for it. If
we would restore and strengthen love
of country, we must get bark to the
prosperity of the masses of men—the
people and the nation—as the tru: aim
of government.”
Does the professor question our love
of country? Was he awake during the
Spanish war, when millions were an
gry only because they coil’d not tight
for the Stars and Stripes? Did li° not
for months see Old Glory waving from
every flagstaff, from every building,
and from every house? Who is there,
outside the little bond of American
( obdenites, that does not think wi
could lick any country on earth, or.
if needs lie, all of them put together?
Does not the professor see any other
I paper but the Springfield Republican?
As for “getting back to the prosper
ity of the masses of men” — bark
where? Back to 1837, or to 1857. or to
1895-96? When have "the masses of
men—the people ami the nation”—been
so prosperous as they are to-day?
It seems incredible that a man of
average enlightenment could put forth
such twaddle as this paper of Prof
Baseom’s. It is uot worth noticing ex
cept to show to what pitiable ends me
Free Trade League is obliged to go to
get matter to send out to the few coun
try papers that will print its stuff
Surely the free trade issue in the Unit
ed States is at a low ebb indeed when
it must depend on such argument for
support. Prof. Bascom knows no more
about patriotism than lie does about
i protection. He knows no more about
the ambitions and national characteris
ties of the people of thp United States
than he does anout uie uncivilized
tribes of darkest Africa; or else, for
the sake of his pet theory, he would do
away with an exertion and all la! or.
of mind or body. He should study the
strenuous life of his countrymen, from
the president down to the urchin with
his bundle of "extras.” He should ‘ake
a progressive daily or wpekly paper
and read the current, history of his
country. Or, he might take the presi
dent's message by installments and
gather a few ideas concerning the prog
ress and achievements of our institu
tions. He should get a little American
flag and count the stripes and then the
stars. He should get a portrait of Wash
ington and of McKinley, and little by
little study the lives of our other great
men. it may be a hopeless case, but
it would seem as if even Prof. Bascom
might be Injected with a little Ameri
can spirit and patriotism.
One-Sided lleclprority.
To illustrate one-sided reciprocity let
us nai ie Canada. Canada wants free
access to our markets, and in return
will cheerfully give us free access to
hers. Canada has 5,000,000 people; the
United States has 80,000,000. Her peo
ple can buy of us, provided Great Brit
ain does not demand her trade, one
sixteenth of what we would naturally
buy of her. Though her soil is Ameri
can and she controls a great deal of the
North American continent, the wage«
paid by her for labor are 20 to 50 j er
cent lower tnan in tlie United States.
She would, of course, fill our markets
■with cheap goods to compete with bet
ter paid American labor. Such a condi
tion would undoubtedly help Canadian
immigration, of which there has been
practically none for half a century. It
la better for the United States to at
tract th!3 immigration to her own
states and territories, where, despite
the fact that we have sixteen times as
many people as Canada on a smaller
area, there is yet room, with only a
small fraction of our magnificent re
sources developed.—New llaven Pallu
dium.
A Ke*Moi!Al»|A R♦mI»u tIon.
Unreconciled to the gloomy pros
pect for wide open reciprocity, the
Chicago Evening Post plaintively
asks: "Are there uo industries which
are sufficiently established to stand a
reasonable reduction of duty?” It
may be there are such, hut if so. what
of it? A “reasonable” reduction of
duty would amount' to nothing in the
estimation of foreign competitors. It
must be such a reduction as will ren
der the duty non-Protective. What
they clamor for. and what the Post
seems to think they should have, Is
an unreasonable reduction of tariff
duties; a foolish, destructive reduc
tion: one that will enable them to
break into this market and undersell
domestic producers; such a reduction
as would either close our mills and
factories, or else lower the American
standard of wages and of living ami
thus diminish the purchasing capac
ity and the consuming power of our
wage earners. That is what the for
eigners want. Is it what the Chicago
Evening Post wants?
Argument* llnueil on Misinformation.
Some wonderful Information finds
its way into “low tariff newspapers.
The Boston Transcript, for instance,
which apparently wants reciprocity
with Canada, after reflecting on the
motives of Senator Burrows ami
others who do not agree with it. prints
this surprising information, which
was sent to it all the way from Wash
ington: "In the Oingley tariff the
duty on logs was made double that
carried by the McKinley tariff of only
ten years ago." Hogs were on the
free list in the McKinley tariff ami are
also on the free list in the Oingley
tariff. If the advocates of reciprocity
with Canada were to base their argu
ments on facts instead of such won
derful misinformation as that about
the duty on logs they would cease to
talk on the subject.-Philadelphia
Press.
I
The Cuban t arrying Trade.
Lately the Tribune made the admir
able suggestion that any reductions in
the duties between this country and
Cuba should be confined to such com
modities as were carried under either
the American or the Cuban flag,
Cuban vessels to be built in the
United States. This proposition im
mediately meets with opposition from
the Munson line, whose ships are
greatly Norwegian, that sail under
temporary charters. The prompt op
position of this line seems to have
killed the Tribune’s proposition, and
this foreign line, that neither employs
American sailors nor repairs or out
fits its ships in American ports, seem
to lie dictating the marttinio policy
of this country.
A Stubborn Fa«*t.
That reciprocity convention was a
cruel disappointment to the tariff re
formers. They are now up against the
fact that the end of protection is not
yet in sight, and as Sam Jones says, a
fact cannot be gotten over nor around.
It must be "camped" by and "sot" up
with.—Clyde <N. C.) Journal.
What It Mean*.
If 'he Republican party proposes a
measure, you may bet your boots it
means more prosperity at home and
more business abroad. Blackfoot
(Idaho) Mail.
(jooiI Idea.
Representative Babcock might better
employ bis unquestioned ability in
fighting for a horizontal reduction in
the price of coal.- Brooklyn Standard
Union.
Touching.
The Eastern tariff reformers ure a.I
agreed that the duty should be taken
off of Western hides. Such unanimity
is quite touching—Kansas City Jour
nal.
Information for Prospective Bride*.
Except in the case of a prospective
bride who occupies a high social po
sition. it is not usual to make any for
mal announcement of the engagement
of a lady. The members of her fami
ly impart the news to her friends as
they happen to meet them. If it is
desired to inform friends at a dis
tance, the mother being dead, a girl’t
father, sister or brother may write the
informel announcement, or to inti
mate friends and relatives the girl maj
write herself. Invitations to the wed
dings would he issued in the name of
the bride's father, it is usual to wear
a veil with a white wedding gown, but
if for any reason it seems more de
sirable, a hat may he substituted. A
bride is at perfect liberty to decide
the details of her own costume. All
the arrangements for the wedding
should he made to suit the convenience
and comfort of the contracting par
ties first of all. regardless of fashion
or custom.—-Montreal Herald and Star.
Noted Men Do Not Dot the “P\
Having Just looked critically over
200 autographs of noted men, I am
ready to assert and maintain that the
dotlet over the "i" is sadly neglected.
Even our late lamented president was
cruel in this respect. He did usually
dot the “1” in McKinley, but rarely
squandered a speck of ink on the two
“i’s” in William. It was going bacte
too far.—New York Press.
RUBIES AND DIAMONDS.
Ib« Former Are Becoming More Rare
and Co«t Mor»- Than l atter.
All the world loves a ruby—or
should; and all who know their fascin
ation will welcome some facts concern
ing them which have been given cur
rency by a Paris technical Journal, Le
Diamant, which are of timely interest,
In view of the increasing popularity of
these gems and their recent material
advance In price.
There are three varieties—oriental,
Siamese and the spinel. The first is
the most beautiful of all colored gems.
They are becoming more and more
rare and, weight for weight, are valued
ten to twenty fold the price of dia
monds. The best come from Ceylon,
India and China.
The Siamese rubies are very dark
red, the spinel is less richly colored.
The largest ruby known is one of the
crown jewels of Russia. The shah of
Persia has a ruby of 175 carats. Gus
tavus Adolphus of Sweden had one of
the size of a small egg and of perfect
water, which was presented to tli6
czarina of Russia in 1577. 1791 France
had in its crown jewels eighty-one
oriental rubles.
Gems of small inarlnsic value are
just now commanding prices higher
than they would be valued at by ex
perts, which is always the case with
stones which become fashionable, and
it is a safe rule that those who buy
stones of this class should exercise the
same c are they would or should in pur
chasing diamonds. The demand has
called out a large number of second
anil third class rubies from their hid
ing places, and in new mountings they
are masquerading as jewels of great
price.
The ruby is skillfully imitated, says
the New York Times, and not a few
are worn which are only of the grade
of paste diamonds without, a suspicion
on the part of their owners that they
are not what they are assumed to be.
No bargains in desirable rubies are to
he had in the .markets of Europe or
America. Those worth buying for in
vestment are snapped up on sight by
the gem sharps, and the person who
purchases from them will in every in
stance pay their value.
HEROINE OF PHOTOGRAPHY.
Tha First Womsn Who F.ver Sit for
San I’lctara.
The death last Tuesday morning at
Hastings-on-the-Hudson of Miss Anna
Catherine Draper, the first woman who
ever ‘ sat for her photograph,” brings
forcibly to mind the fact that the art
of photography has been developed
from Daguerre's crude invention to its
present perfection within the compass
of a single lifetime.
In 1839, wiien Daguerre's discovery
was first announced, the famous scien
tist. Dr. John W. Draper, then a mem
ber of the faculty of the University of
New York, was pursuing his researches
In the chemical phenomena of light,
whose results are among his most val
uable contributions to science. Da
guerre's announcement interested Dr.
Draper greatly, and he at once made it
the subject of special study. He was
the first person in the world to utilize
Daguerre’s process in the portraiture
of human beings. His sister was the
sitter for the first, photographic por
trait from life, taken sixty-two years
ago, on the roof of the old university
building, Theodore Wlnthrop’s Chrysa
lis college, if tradition is trustworthy.
As the length of the “exposure” was
six minutes, during which Miss Draper
had to sit absolutely motionless in the
full glare of the sun, with her face
thickly covered with a white metallic
powder, her services to science in
volved sufficient of personal incon
venience and discomfort to give her a
claim to be entitled the heroine of pho
tography, and to be held in honor by
the countless thousands to whom the
art of photography, with all its cog
nate and related arts, is now a source
of pleasure, of education, of culture,
of livelihood, of wealth.
Thai Was the IMffereuc-.
“Yes, that is where he made a mis
take,” said McLean, referring to the
latest act of stupidity on the part of
McFarlane. ' I don’t call such an ac
tion as that a mistake," replied old
Cormack dictatorially; “I call it a
blunder.” “Well, it’s all the same
thing," returned McLean. “Na, you're
wrong there,” was Cormack’s reply;
“there’s a good deal of difference be
tween a blunder and a mistake.” “I
should like to know what it is,” an
swered McLean skeptically. “Well,
suppose you Went to call on some
friend, put an old umbrella into the
stand, and took away a new one when
you left, that would be a mistake; but
suppose you put down a new one and
brought away an old one, that would
be a blunder, d’ye see?” McLean ad
mitted that there was a difference after
All.—From Tit-Bits.
Traits of the Mikado.
The Mikado of Japan is a man of
much energy and endurance, and is
constantly smoking cigarettes. He is
fond of outdoor sports and has warm
ly encourage the introduction of foot
ball into Japan. He is a hunter and
fisherman of no mean reputation and
is a good shot with a rifle. His devo
tion to lawn tennis is marked and he
Is clever as a wlelder of the racket.
Many Hundi In a Mill.
In Japan some one thousand hands
are employed in a spinning mill of 10.
300 spindles, whereas in America about
two hundred are sufficient in a factory
of a similar capacity.
A Remarkable Record.
Modern steamship travel is so safe
that the English government has nol
lost or injured in transit a single man
of the i^OjOdO sent to South Africa.
