Chano=* on the Northwestern. President Marvin Hugbitt of the Chicago and Northwestern recently announced that his company has pur chased and entered into possession of the Fremont, Elkhorn and Missouri valley railroad In Nebraska, Wyom ing and South Dakota, and thnt it will be operated hereafter as the Nebraska and Wyoming division of the North western system. Following this notice announcement was made by General Manager Gard ner of the appointment of C. A. Cairns a3 general passenger agent of the Chirago and Northwestern, with headquarters at Chicago Mr. Cairns lias been assistant general passenger agent of the Northwestern since 1S92, and for several years prior to that was assistant general passen ger agent of the Chicago Great West ern. He has been in railway service since 1S7S, commencing as a messen ger in the president and treasurer's office of the Cleveland. Columbus, Cin cinnati and Indianapolis railroad. G. F. nidwell, who has been the general manager of the Fremont. 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They call rr.e strong because I toll from early morn till late, Weil knowing there will be no smile to meet me at the gate. They call me strong because I hide an Inward pain with jest. And drive away the care that conies unbidden to my breast: Perhaps 'tls strength—God knoweth best; He sent the cares to me! vnd His-not mine—the strength that keeps jhrough my Gethsemane! A Tragedy of Love “Now that is the position,” sighed Kitty. She leaned her pretty tear stained face forward and sighed. Mrs. Chevenix laughed . a little, then yawned. She was a pretty little thing, Kitty Gascoigne. A fair-haired fluffy little person, with a pair of appealing blue eyes and a soft babyish face. She was the wife of George Gascoigne, a man upon whom the powers that bo looked with high favor, a man who was climbing slowly but surely the great ladder of success. Kitty Gascoigne and Olive Chev enix had struck up a warm friendship, possibly because they were such op posites, this woman who loved her husband and the other woman whose flirtations no man could number. “George used to be fond of me,” continued the little wife; “he was per fectly silly during cur engagement and whilst we w-ere on our honey moon, but directly we got back to his station he became absorbed in his work—and even during this holiday at Simla he studies blue books and native reports—anything but me. ‘If I'm just as good looking as 1 was, why doesn't he love me as much?” "Because, Kitty, you have the most dangerous rival a woman can have— \ mbition.” “Ambition?” repeated the other. "Yos, ambition. Don't you under stand that you have married a man whose one idea is to be successful? He loves you my dear, but you are only an incident in his life.” “I won’t be an incident,” cried Kit ty wuth flashing eyes. "He ought to think of me before everything.” The elder woman lost her sneer. She also In the years that the locust3 had eaten had loved and been miser able, and she was sorry for little Kitty. "There’s only one force in the world stronger than ambition,” she replied, slowly, "and that’s jealousy. Make your husband jealous." "I will do it,” she said aloud, with quiet decision, "to be happy again is certainly worth a lie.” George Gascoigne was writing let ters. Not ordinary letters by any means, but missives addressed to very big men indeed—missives these men would read with attention and ponder over. "Success,” muttered the man to himself—"success at last!” He heav ed a deep, long sigh, and stretched himself as one does who throws off a burden. To-day had brought George Gascoigne good tidings, tie was no longer the man striving—he was the man there. Promotion? Yes, but something more than promotion—the 1 riptst, reddest kiss of Dame Fortune —for George Gascoigne had arrived. “I must teil Kitty!” He smiled a little as he rustled tip his papers, j "She won’t understand a hit what It means to me,” he thought; “but she will like the title—and. by Jove, j won’t she play the great lady splen didly? Dear little Kitty!” "George, 1 want to speak to you for a moment. Can you spare me a few seconds?” Kitty stopped her hus band as he was about to leave the drawing room that evening. Husband j and wife had been dining alone, and even George Gascoigne noticed vague ly how smart Kitty looked for their “I’ll do it." tete-a-tete dinner. She had a vivid spot of color on each cheek and her eyes glistened. “Yes, if you have anything very im portant to tell me, det.r,” he an swered; “but I am rather busy this evening.” “I wonder when you are not busy,” she retorted bitterly. “Well, George, I will lv* *s brief as I can. I want to go home to England. May I go?" “My dear Kitty!” (his astonishment was obvious), "why on earth do you want to go home? You feel well?" with quick anxiety. “Oh. dear. yes. I always feel well. I want to go home because—oh. be cause,” she added recklessly, after a long pause, "you would not miss me, and another man would." "Another man!” he looked at her as one who does not hear aright. She stood her ground, though she would have given worlds to revoke the lie. "Yes, George, another man. I know you are absolutely indifferent to me— but. well, he loves me.” "He—who?” “Ah, that I will never tell you,” she cried, playing her part finely and with a certain amount of artistic skill, "his name must be a dead let 7/few-— The wretched girl flung herself on her knees before the man, pouring out her confession. ter. But we have both been true to you in word and deed, George.” "Also in thought, I suppose?” he interrupted with a low, mocking laugh. "I always remembered—I was your wife, George!” "How you must have cursed your good memory," his face had grown livid. “When did you first begin this platonic game?” he added, sternly. "I will not answer any more of these questions." she said with a rush of desperate courage. “That is my secret, and his. You have your self to thank for the situation. When wo were first married I adored and almost worshiped you. It is your cold neglect that has killed my love, and only my own self-respect that has kept mo straight. Do you think a wife is only a toy, WLa can be kissed arm petted when she Is new and put to one side as soon as her novelty has worn off? If so, you have made the biggest mistake in your life. A woman once awakened to love needs love, and she gets it by fair means or foul.” George Gascoigne leaned back in his chair. "The biggest mistake in my life,” he muttered between his clenched teeth, "the biggest mistake.” xit* put ills uaiiUB up iu uio mu throbbing forehead, and wondered dimly why all the furniture in the room seemed dancing around him. Then for a few seconds George Gas coigne saw red. Only for a mo ment, for suddenly with a thundering roar and crash the man’s house of cards fell to the earth and with a bab ble of empty words and silly laughter George Gascoigne joined the ranks of the foolish, the men of no understand ing, merry phantoms of their dead selves. So the servants found the great v.-hite sahib, the man who was to have ruled a province, he who un derstood the beating heart of the strange brown land and tho complex mind of its people. A man who laughed shrill at them and made ugly mouths, keeping hi3 eyes fixed on the door, shaking a trembling linger at their fearful faces, babbling vaguely. It was to see this man they sum moned Kitty—Kitty who, sitting in her bedroom, was lie?,inning to won der when the handle would turn and her husband enter, ready indeed to throw up ner part and confess her deception, plead for forgiveness on . er knees. "George, George!” The wretched girl flung herself on her knees before the man, pouring out her confession. "Kitty. Kitty!” He put his hand on her soft curls. She caught and kissed his fingers hopefully. "Yes, darling, yes,” she answered, "tell your Kitty that you forgive her." “It's a very funny thing, Kitty.” he replied, in a slow, insane voice, pointing to a dim corner in the draw ing roam, “but the viceroy is standing Here bowing to me. But I don't quite remember what 1 want to say to him and I know you are in a hurry to catch the train to England, so shall we run away, dear? Ha, ha!” To the sound of his loud laughter Kitty fainted dead away. • • • • • “I could have told you from the first what would happen," a man re marked a few monuis later to Mrs. Chevenix. “No man alive could work bis brains as poor C _>orge Gascoigne a.d without a breakdown. Talk of high pressure and overwork—why, tho government ground the poor devil in its mill, ground nim to chafT—and such a man of men, too! Where is the poor chap now, by the way?” “Kitty has taken him home,” re plied Mrs. Chevenix, nervously—she was always nervous on this subject. "They have got a pretty little house at Ascot, and she nurses and watches him with most rare devotion, and the doefors hope in time—” “That he’ll recover to find his career endea and his life work spoil ed,” answered the man bitterly. "Bet ter to live on a merry fool." The woman shuddered, for none knew better than Olive Chevenix whose hand was responsible for this little Simla tragedy.—Boston Jour nal. TRIBUTE TO REED’S GREATNESS. Best Minds of the Country Attracted to Maine Statesman. State Senator Goodwin was one of the speakers on the day that the Maine legislature set apart for the memorial tribute to the late eminent native of its state. Thomas Brackett Reed. In the course of his remarks he said: “Mr. Reed never hurried, yet he was always prepared. He never did a great act but that he seemed capable of doing a greater. He was possessed to a wonderful degree of reserve power. "The Speaker’s room at Washing ton, during his rule was the rendez vous of tho brightest minds of our country. Eminent scientists, famous writers, powerful financial magnates, and great social leaders, all found in him a receptive mind and a sympa thetic listener. “He was a philosopher, accurate iti his judgment of his fellowman. In a single sentence he could sum up the foibles and weaknesses of mankind. Once, in the Speaker's room, during the quorum fight, a Southern Congress man came into the room, and told Mr. Reed, with extravagant praise what a great man he was. that his ruling was right, and only the stress of party politics made him oppose the same. Mr. Reed received it all with his usual politeness, and when the Congress man had retired, he turned in his chair and said: ‘You want to beware of a statesman when he begins to exude molasses.’ ” GIVING EACH HIS DUE. Irishman Knew How to Place Balaam and the Ass. Matthew J. Donohue, a Tammany district leader, tells this story of an Englishman and an Irishman who were discussing the old race ques tion. “When England wants a really good man she's got to go to Ireland to get him,” said the Irishman. “Lock at Roberts. Look at Kitchener. Both Irish.” “I suppose you think Wellington was an Irishman,” said th > English man.” "Sure.” “And Nelson." “Sure.” “I guess you’d claim Caesar if you had a chance.” “Sure. All good fightln’ men are Irish.” “We!!.” said the Englishman as a clincher, “to go hack further, what would you do with Balaam?” “Oh, that's all right,” retorted the ' Irishman. "Balaam was Irish, but the as3 was English.”—New York Times. Mrs. Russell Sage Objects. Mrs. Russell fc'ago objects emphatl cally to the newspaper notoriety that her husband's movements sometimes bring upon the family. Her reasons for objecting are many. It was last summer, when the great financier was living at Cedarhursi, L. I., and was suddenly taken sick. Mia Sage was expounding on the annoy ance caused her by the constant visits of reporters. "I do not like their coming down here,” she said. “Mr. Sage is here tc rest, and I will not have him annoyed by the papers. Why can't these men see him at his office and not come here to bother him when he should be resting. Why, when Mr. Sage v.a: sick a few weeks ago these men were running down here all the time, and I had to pay an awfully large bill at the clipping agency last month.—New York Mail and Express. His Leniency. Prof. Hopkins of Amherst, who like many a good New Englander, is some what theologically inclined, is fond ol telling how he was worsted in argu ment by his small daughter. He had forbidden her to play with his pocket knife, but she had kept on just the same, and finally succeeded in cutting herself quite badly. Tlie professoi called her to his study, and said very gravely: “My little girl, I should punish you for your disobedience, but I do not need to, for God has punished you al re af mine, came out to dinner the other evening. Really, everything did run smooth ly. I went to the door with him. He whispered: “Say, old man, for ravish ing cooking, an ideal den and the can dy outfit all through you've got the world beat. And say, pardon and all that, but this is from an old pal. The missus is one of the finest little women I ever saw.” Last week my wife’s father ’phoned me to hustle over to his office. “My boy,” said he v/hen I arrived, "you've got two hours and a half to scrape to gether every piece' of collateral in your name—150 minutes—there’s something doing.” It only took me «, "alf hour. This morning, referring to me, one of the papers printed the following: “The street is recognizing a new Napoleon of finance in the per son of young Mr. -, who has just turned a mighty clever and exceed ingly profitable deal.”—Pittsburg Dis patch. A SURE ENOUGH AMERICAN. Repaired the Church Roof But it All Came Back. following story Is told of an American who visited an old Eng lish church and struck up a conversa tion with the rector. The two went up to the roof for the sake of the view and the rector pointed out how badly in need of repair were the leads; going on to talk in a hopeless way of the poverty of the parish. The American rubbed his chin and then offered to put on a new roof at his own expense. The delighted rec tor closed with the offer. The Ameri can was as good as his word, and when on the completion of the worK the rector thanked him effusively, he quietly confessed to having made a very • respectable profit out of his “charitable” work. The rector asked for an explana tion and then the American informed him that there is a certain amount of silver in lead, which was now ex tracted, but in old times it was left because its presence in the lead was not suspected. The quantity of the silver in the lead on the church roof was sufficient to pay all expenses and to give the American a tangible profit —Pearson s Weekly. Where the Toddy Went. Here is a characteristic story of Captain, afterwards General George Pickett, famous at Gettysburg. It was at the time of the disputes be tween England and America as to the boundary line between liritish Colum bia and Washington territory. Capt. Pickett had just mixed himself a toddy, wheta his attention wrns arrest ed suddenly by a courier, whose mes sage caused him to mount immediate ly and ride off. leaving the drink be hind him. He was gone some hours. When he returned the empty glass was on his camp table, whereupon en sued the following colloquy: “Orderly." “Yes, sir.” “Where’s that toddy?” “Threw it away, sir; thought you had done with it, sir.” “Where did you throw it; down your - throat?” “Yes, sir; down my - throat, sir,” accompanied by a regulation sa lute.—Pittsburg Gazette. An Easy One to Answer. Representatives Brownlow and Gib son are the only Republicans in Con gress from Tennessee. To relieve their loneliness they indulge in a good deal of good-natured banter. Brown low took grea'. care in selecting persns in hia distret to stand civl service examinations for posTtlona, and as luck would have it not a single one failed toattaiu the requir ed grade. Gibson was not so lucky, and not a single man from his dis trict passed the examinations. “How is this, Brownlow?” asked Gibson. “All your men have passed the examinations, while I can’t get a single one through in my district?” “Oh, that’s easy,” replied Brown low. “If there was a single man in your district capable of passing a civil service examination you wouldn’t be in Congress.” Not Complete. The brother of one of the Secretar ies of tie Turkish Legation at Wash ington recently paid a visit for the first time to this country, and on his arrival at New York was met by sev eral of his former countrymen, the latter pro-A:nericans, and very anx ious to exploit the greatness of the metropolis. After directing his at tention, among other things, to the great buildings in course of construc tion, the excavations, and the other far reaching improvements under way, one of them turned to the new comer and asked: “Well, what do you t,’ilnk of New York?” “I think,” said the otner, “It will be a very nice place when it Is fin ished.” I TO WORKING GIRLS FREE MEDICAL ADVICE Every workings jlr! wlio is not well is cordially invited to writo to Mrs. Pinklium, Lynn, Muss., for advice; it is freely given,and Las restored thousands to health. Hiss Paine’s Experience. “I want to thank you for what you hare done for me, and recommend Lydia E. Pinkhain’s Vegetable Compound to all girls whose work keeps them standing on their feet in the store. The doetor said I must stop work ; he did not scein to realize that a girl cannot afford to stop work ing. My back ached, my appetite was poor, I could not sleep, and menstrua tion was scanty and very painful. 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Now, supposing that this deflection from a straight line had been continued throughout the en tire range of the gun, which is said to be between twenty and twenty-one miles, what would have happened? The projectile would have described a complete circle, coming back to its starting point. If this could be safely accomplished in practice it would mean a great saving, as the shells could be repeatedly used.”—New York Press. Could Be Seen. Cassell’s Journal: The scarcity of servant girls led Mrs. Vaughan to en gage a farmer’s daughter from a rural district of Ireland. Her want of fa miliarity with town ways and lan guage has led to many amusing scenes. One afternoon a lady ca'ed at the Vaughan residence and rang the bell. Kathleen answered the call. "Can Mrs. Vaughan be seen?” the visitor asked. “Can she be seen " sniggered Kath leen. “Shure, an’ Cl think she can: she’s six feet hoigh and four feet woide! Can she be seen? 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