A FOOL FOR LOVE
By FRANCIS LYNDE
AUTHOR OF "THE GRAFTERS." ETC.
(Copyright, UK, by J. r. Lipplaoou Co.)
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
It was a rather unnerving thought,
and when he considered it he was glad
that their ways, coinciding for the mo
ment, would presently go apart, leav
ing him free to do battle as an honest
poldier in any cause must.
The Rosemary party was rising, and
Winlon rose, too, folding the seat for
Miss Virginia and reaching her wrap
ifrom the rack.
"I am glad to have met you,” she
said, giving him the tip of her Angers
and going back to the conventional
ities as if they had never been ig
nored.
But the sincerity in WInton’s reply
transcended the conventional form
of it
“Indeed, the pleasure has been
wholly mine, I assure you. I hope
the future will be kind to me and let
me see more of you.”
“Who knows?” she rejoined, smiling
at him level-eyed. “The world has
been steadily growing smaller since
Shakespeare called it ‘narrow.’ ”
He caught quickly at the straw of
hope. "Then we need not say good
by?"
“No; let it be auf wiedershen,” she
said; and he stood aside to let her
join her party.
Two hours later, when Adams was
reading in his section and Winton was
smoking his short pipe in the men’s
compartment and thinking things un
speakable with Virginia Carteret for
a nucleus, there was a series of sharp
whistle shrieks, a sudden grinding of
the brakes, and a jarring stop of the
“Limited'’—a stop not down on the
time-card.
Winton was among the first to reach
the head of the long train. The halt
was in a little depression of the bleak
plain, and the trainmen were in con
ference over a badly derailed engine
when Winton cme up. A vast herd of
cattle was lumbering away into the
darkness, and a mangled carcass under
the wheels of the locomotive suffi
ciently explained the accident.
"Well, there’s only one thing to do,”
was the engineer’s verdict. “That’s
ifor somebody to mog back to Arroyo
to wire for the wreck-wagon."
“Yes, by gum! and that means all
night,” growled the conductor.
There was a stir in the gathering
throng of half-alarmed and all-curious
passengers, and a red-faced, white
mustached gentleman, whose soft
southern accent was utterly at vari
ance with his manner, hurled a ques
tion bolt-like at the conductor.
"All night, you say, seh? Then we
(miss ouh Denver connections.?”
“You can bet to win on that,” was
the curt reply.
“Damn!” said the red-faced gentle
man: and then in a lower tone: “I
beg your pahdon, my deah Virginia; 1
was totally unaware of your pres
ence.”
Winton threw off his overcoat.
“If you will take a bit of help from
an outsider, I think we needn’t wait
for the wrecking car,” he said to the
dubitant trainmen. “It’s bad, but not
as bad as it looks. What do you
say?”
Now, as everyone knows, it is not
in the nature of operative railway men
to brook interference even of the help
ful sort. But they are as quick as
other folk to recognize the man in esse,
as well as to know the clan slogan
when they hear it. Winton did not
wait for objections, but took over the
command as one in authority.
“Think we can't do it? I’ll show
'you. Up on that tank, one of you,
and heave down the jacks and frogs.
We’ll have her on the steel again be
fore you can say your prayers.”
At the hearty command, churlish
reluctance vanished and everybody lent
a willing hand. In two minutes the
crew of the “Limited” knew it was
working under a master. The frogs
were adjusted under the derailed
wheels, the jack-screws were braced to
lift and push with the nisest accuracy,
and all was ready for the attempt to
-back the engine in trial. But now the
engineer shook his head.
"I ain’t the artist to move her gently
enough with all that string o’ dinkeys
behind her,” he said unhopefully.
“No?” said Winton. “Come up into
the cab with me and I'll show you how.”
And he climbed to the driver’s footboard
with the doubting engineer at his heels.
At the critical instant, when the en
tire weight of the forward half of the
engine was poising for the drop upon the
rails, he gave the precise added impulse.
The big ten-wheeler coughed hoarsely
and spat fire; the driving-wheels made a
quick half-turn backward; and a cheer
from the onlookers marked the little
triumph of mind over matter.
“You bet, he's no 'prentice, said the
fireman.
“Not much!” quoth the engineer.
“He’s an all-’round artist, that's about
what he is. Shouldn’t wonder if he was
the travelin’ engineer for some road
back in God’s country.”
"Travelin’ nothing!” said the con
ductor. “More likely he’s a train mas
ter ’r p’raps a bigger boss than that.
Call In the flag, Jim, and we’ll be get
ting a move.”
Oddly enough, the comment on Win
ton did not pause with the encomiums
of the train crew. When the “Limited”
was once more rushing on its way
through the night, and Virginia and her
cousin were safely in the privacy of their
state-room, Miss Carteret added her
word.
“Do you know, Bessie, I think it was
iMr. Adams who scored this afternoon?”
she said.
“How so?” inquired la petite Bisque,
•who was too sleepy to be overcurious.
“I think he ‘took a rise’ out of me, as
he puts it Mr. Winton is precisely all
the kinds of a man Mr. Adams said he
wasn’t”
CHAPTER HI.
It was late breakfast time when the
Transcontinental “Limited” swept
around the great curve in the eastern
fringe of Denver, paused for a register
ing moment at “yard limits,” and went
clattering in over the switches to come
to rest at the end of its long westward
run on the in-track at the Union depot.
Having wired ahead to have his mail
meet him at the yard limits registering
station, Wlnton was ready to make a
dash for the telegraph office the moment
the train stopped.
“That is our wagon, ever there on the
narrow-gauge,” he said to Adams, point
ing out the waiting mountain train.
“Have the porter transfer our dunnage,
and I’ll be with you as soon as I can send
a wire or two.”
he saw the yard crew cutting out the
Rosemary, and had a glimpse of Miss
Virginia clinging to the hand-rail and
enjoying enthusiastically, he fancied,
On the way across the broad platform
her first view of the mighty hills to the
westward.
The temptation to let the telegraphing
wait while he went to say good-morning
to her was strong, but he resisted it and
hastened the more for the hesitant
thought. Nevertheless, when he reached
the telegraph office he found Mr.
Somerville Darrah and his secretary
there ahead of him. and he remarked
that the explosive gentleman who pre
sided over the destinies of the Colora
do & Grand River appeared to be in
a more than usually volcanic frame
of mind.
Now Winton, though new to the
business of building railroads for the
Utah Short Line, was not new to Den
ver or Colorado. Hence when the
Rajah, followed by his secretarial
shadow, had left the office. Winton spoke
to the operator as to a friend.
“What is the matter with Mr. Darrah,
“DON' T KNOW?1'
Tom? He seems to lie uncommonly
vindictive this morning."
The man of dots and dashes nodded.
“He’s always crankier this time than
he was the othe.t He’s a holy terror, the
Rajah is. I wouldn’t work on his road
for a farm down east—not if my job took
me within cussing distance of him. Bet
a hen worth $50 he is up in Mr. Colbert's
office right now, raising particular sand
because his special engine wasn’t stand
ing here ready to snatch his private car
on the fly, so’s to go on without losing
headway.”
Winton’s eyes narrowed, and he let
his writing hand pause while he said:
“So he travels special from Denver, does
he?”
“On his own road?—well, I should
smile. Nothing is too good for the
Rajah; or too quick, when he happens
to be in a hurry. I wonder he didn’t
have the T. C. pull him special from
Kansas City.”
Winton handed in his batch of tele
grams and went his way reflective.
What was Mr. Somerville Darrah’s
particular rush ? As set forth by Adams,
the plans of the party in the Rosemary
contemplated nothing more hasteful
than a leisurely trip to the Pacific coast
—a pleasure jaunt with a winter sojourn
in California to lengthen it. Why, then,
this sudden change from “Limited”
regular trains to unlimited specials?
Was there fresh news from the seat of
war in Quartz Creek canyon? Winton
thought not. In that case he would have
had his budget as well; and so far as his
own advices went, matters were still
as they had been. A letter from the
Utah attorneys in Carbonate assured
him that the injunction appeal was not
yet decided, and another from Chief of
Construction Evarts concerned itself
chiefly with the major’s desire to know
when he was to be relieved.
BLACKBERRYING.
While lying In the rifle pits, one
day, before Port Hudson, says a wri
ter In the Vidette, I witnessed the cool
est performance I ever saw during the
war. Just across the road from where
I lay, behind a cotton bale, was a reg
ular jungle of blackberries, and they
were nice ones, so very nice as to
tempt the appetite of a. soldier, so
that he was bound to have some of
them at all events. So out he went
for the berrteB; but not long was he
permitted to eat undisturbed, for he
was quickly spied by a confederate
rifleman inside of tbe works, about 500
yards away, who soon sent his com
pliments to Mr. Berrypicker in tha
shape of a ball from his rifle. Noth
ing daunted, however, at such a trifle'
as that, the fellow kept on eating ber
ries, in the meantime keeping a close
watch on tbe breastworks; and every
time he would see a puff of smoke ha
would move so that by the time the
hall arrived where he was he was not
there.
But If Winton could have been an
eavesdropper behind the door of Super
intendent Colbert’s office on the second
floor of the Union depot, his doubts
would have been resolved instantly.
The telegraph operator's guess went
straight to the mark. Mr. Darrah was
“raising particular sand” because his
wire order for a special engine had not
been obeyed to the saving of the ulti
mate second of time. But between his
objurgations on that score, he was
rasping out questions designed to ex
haust the chief clerk’s store of in
formation concerning the status of af
fairs at the seat of war.
“Will you inform me, seh, why I
wasn’t wired that this beggahly appeal
was going against us?” he demanded,
wrathfully. “What’s that you say,
seh? Don’t tell me you couldn’t know
what the decision of the cou’t was go
ing to be before it was handed down;
that’s what you-all are heah for—to
find out these things! And what is
all this about Majah Eva’ts resigning,
and the Utah’s sending east for a pro
fessional right-of-way fighteh to take
his place? Who is this new man?
Don’t know? Dammit, seh! it’s your
business to know! Now when do you
faveh me with my engine?”
Thus the Rajah; and the chief clerk,
himself known from end to end of the
Colorado & Grand River as a queller
of men, could only point out of the
window where the Rosemary stood
engined and equipped for the race, and
say, meekly: “I’m awfully sorry
you’ve been delayed, Mr. Darrah; very
sorry, indeed. But your car is ready
now. Shall I go along to be on hand
if you need me?”
“No, seh!” stormed the irate master;
and the chief clerk’s face became in
stantly expressive of the keenest re
lief. “You stay right heah and see
that the wires to Qua’tz Creek are kept
open—wide open, seh. And when you
get an ordeh from me—for an engine,
a regiment of the National Gyua’d, or
a trainload of white elephants—you fill
it. Do you understand, seh?”
Meantime, while this scene was get
ting itself enacted in the superintend
ent’s office, a mild fire of consternation
was alight in the gathering room of
the Rosemary. As we have guessed,
Winton’s packet of mail was not the
only one which was delivered by spe
cial arrangement that morning to the
incoming “Limited” at the yard regis
tering station. There had been an
other, addressed to Mr. Somerville
Darrah; and when he had opened it
there had been a volcanic explosion
and a hurried dash for the telegraph
office, as recorded.
Sifted out by the Reverend Billy,
and explained by him to Mrs. Carteret
and Bessie, the firing spark of the ex
plosion appeared to be home news of
an untoward character from a place
vaguely designated as “the front.”
"It seems that there is some sort of
a right-of-way scrimmage going on up
in the mountains between our road
and the Utah Short Line,” said the
young man. “It was carried into the
courts, and now it turns out that the
decision has gone against us.”
“How perfectly horrid!” said Miss
Bessie. “Now I suppose we shall have
to stay here indefinitely while Uncle
Somerville does things.” And placid
Mrs. Carteret added, plaintively: “It’s
too bad! I think they might let him
have one little vacation in peace.”
“Who talks of peace?” queried Vir
ginia, driven in from her post of van
tage on the observation platform by
the smoke from the switching engine.
“Didn’t I see Uncle Somerville charg
ing across to the telegraph office with
war written out large in every line
of him?”
“I am afraid you did,” affirmed the
Reverend Billy; and thereupon the
explanation was rehearsed for Vir
ginia’s benefit
The brown eyes flashed militant
sympathy.
“Oh, I wish Uncle Somerville would
go to ‘the front,’ wherever that is, and
[take us along!” she cried. “It would
be ever so much better than Califor
nia.”
The Reverend William laughed; and
Aunt Martha put in her word of ex
postulation, as in duty bound.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
MADE WITH BANANAS.
& Delicious Souffle, Nice Pudding, Pine
Baked Fruit, Banana Batter,
Banana Trifle.
Banana Souffle.—Four bananas, the
juice of one lemon, two ounces of corn
flour, one pint of milk, vanilla to
taste, two ounces of lump' sugar, quar
ter of a pint of water, four eggs. If
possible use a white china souffle
mold. Tie a band of buttered paper
around the outside about an inch
higher than the top of the mold. Put
the lump sugar and water and a
squeeze of lemon juice into a small
pan. Let the sugar dissolve; then
boil the sirup for a few minutes. Peel
and slice the bananas and cook them
slowly in the sirup for five to ten min
utes; then rub them through a sieve.
Put the milk in a pan on the fire.
Mix the flour smoothly with a little
cold milk. When the milk boils pour
in the corn flour and stir it over the
fire till it boils and becomes thick.
Let it cool slightly, then add to it
the beaten yolks of the eggs. Whip
the whites to a stiff froth. Add the
banana pulp lightly to the mixture,
and lastly, stir in the whites. Pour
the mixture into the souffle mold and
bake it in a hot oven for 20 to 30
minutes, until it feels spongy and is
well puffed up. Remove the band of
paper carefully and serve the souffle
as quickly as possible in the mold.
Banana Pudding.—Four bananas,
one ounce of butter, the yolks of three
eggs, two ounces of loaf sugar, a little
lemon juice, one tablespoonful of cake
crumbs, quarter of a pint of water,
and about three ounces of any kind
of pastry. Roll out the pastry and line
a deep pie dish neatly with it. Put
the sugar in a small saucepan with
the water and a squeeze of lemon
juice. Let the sugar dissolve and then
boil it for a few minutes. Peel the
bananas, slice them, and let them
simmer in the sirup for ten minutes.
Next either mash them smoothly with
a fork or rub them through a sieve.
Beat up the yolks; melt the butter
gently, then stir it into the yolks.
Lastly, add the banana pulp and a
tablespoonful of cake crumbs to the
yolks. Mix all well together. Pour the
mixture into the lined dish, and bake
It in a quick oven for abodt 20 min
utes, or until it feels lightly set in
the center.
Baked Bananas.—Six bananas, two
ounces of butter, one ounce of caster
sugar, half a lemon. Put the butter
and sugar into a small enamel sauce
pan, and put it at the side of the
stove for the sugar to dissolve slow
ly; then strain into it the juice of half
a lemon. Peel the bananas and lay
them in a fireproof dish or dishpan.
Pour over the butter, etc. Put the dish
In the oven for about 20 minutes.
Baste the bananas frequently with the
butter. Serve them hot.
Bananas in Batter.—Four bananas
batter as for pancakes, half an ounce
of butter. Peel the bananas and cut
each in half lengthways, then once
across, so that each banana is cut in
four pieces. Melt the butter in a
deep baking tin, such as could be
used for Yorkshire pudding, then
brush it over the tin. Arrange the
bananas at equal distances on the tin.
Pour over the batter prepared in ex
actly the same way as f*r pancakes.
Bake in a moderate oven for about
half an hour. Serve it either whole or
cut in slices and dusted with caster
sugar.
Banana Trifle.—Six bananas, one
orange, half a lemon, jam, six small
sponge cakes, half a pint of custard,
half a pint of cream, one ounce of
glace cherries, a piece of angelica.
Peel the bananas and cut them into
quarters lengthways. Cut the cakes
in four slices and spread each with
jam. Grate the rind of the lemon.
Peel the orange and cut it into small
dice, taking out all the pips. Put a
layer of the cakes in a glass dish.
Then two spoonfuls of custard, next a
layer of banana and a little lemon and
orange dice; next more cake, and so
on, piling it up nicely. Pour over the
rest of the custard. Whip the cream
stiffly, flavor it nicely with sugar and
vanilla, and heap it all over the top.
Decorate it prettily wtih the cherries
cut in halves and thin strips of an
gelica. If a less expensive dish is
required, use the whipped whites of
three eggs instead of the cream. Be
sure to sweeten and flavor it care
fully.—Chicago Tribune.
The Drains.
The dog days are days to watch the
drains. It behooves the brave wife to
lend them her personal supervision in
kitchen and bathroom. In the former
apartment scalding water and washing
soda must be poured down the sink
drain each day. This effectually will
wash away all greasy deposits and pre
vent odors. Even greater care should
be exercised in the bathroom. To de
stroy injurious germs all the pipes
should be thoroughly flushed each
morning with boiling hot water. At
night there may be sprinkled into each
pipe a large spoonful of chloride of
lime, a can of which may be kept in
the bathroom for the purpose on a
shelf far above the reach of the chil
dren. The attention given night and
morning to drains takes little time,
and not only lends freshness and
sweetness to the household atmos
phere but may thereby prevent seri
ous illness.
Kitchen Notes.
When cleaning the kitchen range
wash off all grease spots wtih soap
and water. Mix the stove polish with
turpentine and use a flannel cloth for
the plain parts, this produces a deep
er polish, and is much easier work.
Steel can be kept bright by rubbing
it every day. If any part has become
rusty through neglect rub it with sand
paper and polish with sweet oil and
whiting.
Fried Parsnips
Select Fresh, sweet parsnips, wash
and scrape, cut in three-fourths-inch
cubes, soak in cold water an hour,
dry thoroughly; egg, then crumb;
repeat several times; drop into deep
fat which is smoking around the
edges only; fry a good brown; drain
on brown paper.
A Distinction, Indeed.
' Tufts is not a large college, but it
earns distinction by conferring no
honorary degrees—and thus escaping
the distinction of conferring no fool
ish ones.—New Bedford Standard.
HINTS TO HOUSEKEEPEHS.
In making fruit pie be sure to have
a small opening in the center of the
crust, and keep it clear with an earth
enware or paper funnel.
In cases of inflammation of the stom
ach and bowels, try cloths wrung out
of hot water in which a tablespoonful
of turpentine has been put.
As canvas shoes can now be had in
different colors to match the dress,
preparation can be bought, pink, blue,
red, gray, and black, as well as white,
for cleaning and retinting when the
shoes become soiled or faded.
The little red blood veins which
sometimes show in the face are often
caused by exposure of the skin to
strong cold winds. Applications of
warm wet cloths until the skin feels
soft, and a gentle rubbing with good
cold cream, into which a little distilled
witch hazel has been beaten, will rem
edy the trouble.
If alum is added to the paste used
in covering boxes with paper or muslin
moth and mice will avoid them.
If hooks for bathroom, kitchen and
pantry are dipped in enamel paint
there will be no trouble from iron rust.
If candles in warm weather are kept
in the refrigerator for two or three
days they will not burn away so quick
ly when they come to be used.
Cold asparagus placed on crisp let
tuce leaves and covered with mayon
naise or French dressing is now a
popular and refreshing salad.
When the collar of handsome linen
or batiste blouses becomes slightly
soiled, it may be cleaned with a little
naphtha or benzine in the same man
ner as those of silk or satin. With
this process the collar does not need
pressing. Such waists never look as
handsome after they are laundered.
To freshen stale rolls, wrap them in
a wet napkin and place in the oven
until the napkin is dry. Another way
is to wrap them in a dry napkin and
place in a steamer, over boiling water.
Do not let the rolls get too damp.
Cake may be freshened in either of
these ways.
When tired physically stop work, if
only for a few minutes, and throw
yourself flat on your back on a couch,
bed or floor, if nothing else is handy,
and rest so for five or ten minutes,
every muscle relaxed, the eyes lazily
closed, and the mind resting dreamily
with the body. Such a rest, if taken
before you are completely exhausted
by your work, will send you back with
fresh vigor and renewed courage, as
well as a rested and refreshed body
and brain.
WHEN MOUNTING SEAWEEDS
Arrange the Seaweed on the Paper Un
der Water, Making Use of Cam
el’s Hair Brush.
To prepare seaweeds for mounting,
float each specimen on the surface of
a bowl of water, and then slip under
it the paper on which it is to be
mounted. If the paper is not stiff, it
may be held with a piece of glass un
der it, or a piece of perforated tin,
to allow the water to drain through.
Arrange the seaweed on the paper
under water, using a camel's hair
brush, and cut away with a pair of
scissors any unnecessary parts.
This having been done carefully,
lift out paper and weed together, lay
the paper on a piece of blotting paper,
put a piece of linen over the w’eed, on
top of that a piece of blotting paper,
and then put under pressure as di
rected in handling the other speci
mens, leaving them for four or five
days to get thoroughly dry. You may
change the blotting paper, and use it
again after drying.
Most seaweeds will adhere to the
paper of themselves, but some speci
mens will require a little mucilage.
A herbarium started in this way
will give great pleasure to the collec
tor, and it may be added to year after
year, not even despising the pretty
wild flowers that may be found in
every part of the country.
PRETTY TAM O’SHANTER.
This Is Nice Work to Pick Up of a
Lazy Summer Afternoon
on the Veranda.
Material: One skein Fleisher's
knitting worsted, medium size hook.
Chain 3, join, fill with ten single
crochet stitches.
Second row—Two stitches in every
one.
Third row—Two stitches in every
other one.
Increase at intervals, enough to
keep the work flat, making the top as
large as desired (about nine inches
in diameter); work last five rows
plain. Decrease 1, every tenth stich,
continue to decrease slowly (by skij*
ping a stitch), keeping it even with
the top, leaving 18 inches or more
for the head. Finish with a band of
eight plain rows. Make a pompon
for the top.—Boston Budget and Bea
con.
Spice Cake.
Three-quarters cupful of sugar, one
half cup of sour cream, one-third cup
ful of butter, one and one-half cup
fuls (scant) of flour, two eggs,
one-half teaspoonful of soda, one cup
ful of seeded raisins, one-half tea
spoonful each of cloves and cinna
mon. Rub the sugar and the butter
together, add the yolks of the eggs,
then the sour cream, then the soda,
which must be dissolved in hot water,
then the spices, raisins and flour, and
last of all the whites of the eggs well
beaten. Before putting the raisins in,
roll them in flour.
Washington Pie.
Four eggs (beaten light), one
and one-half cups of sugar, beat two
or three minutes; one and one-half
cups flour, teaspoonful baking pow
der, one-half cup hot water.
Filling—Whites of two eggs (beat
en stiff), one and one-half cups sugar;
beat again; two sour apples (grated),
and beat again. The more you beat
it, the better it is. Put between pied
and on top. This makes two pies.
Chocolate Taffy.
Three pounds of white sugar, one
cupful of water, one-half cupful cidar
vinegar, a lump of butter the size of
a walnut, six tablespoonfuls grated
chocolate; put all together in a brass
or granite kettle; boil without stirring
until a little dropped in water is
crisp; pour on buttered dishes, -"fl,
when cold enough to handle. oulL
1
The French Revolution and
Present Conditions in Russia
Striking Similarity of the Oppression Suffered by the Masses
—Vacillating King and Vacillating Czar—“The Great fear”
We count things from the French
revolution, reckon from before and
after that tremendous epoch. This is
reasonable; it is superficial, however,
every time a country shows a tempest
in a teapot to draw parallels of the agi
tation therein and the great revolu
tion that overturned France. The
country we shall speak of, Russia, is
not to be classed with those mo
mentarily disturbed by little ripples of
unrest; present conditions in Russia,
the sinister aspect of the people, bear
striking likeness to conditions in
France just before the storm burst.
We find in France prior to the rev
olution oppressive war taxes, a profli
gate court—sharpest contrast of lux
ury and miserable poverty—a corrupt
clergy, the nation's prestige weakened
by defeat in war, and then as climax,
a weak and vacillating monarch. Rus
sia's humiliation at the hands of Japan
has shown the ignorant Russian peas
ants that their Little Father is not
TrepofT, Mott Hated Man in Russia.
the all-powerful being they had been
led to believe; in Russia to-day we
And a clergy given over to luxury and
the oppressing rather than uplifting
of the people; in Russa we find a
country weakened by war and fam
ine; in Russia we have a vacillating
ruler afraid not to give the people a
voice, afraid to give them a hearing,
and absolutism, with its prop, the
army, falling.
In France, you remember, when the
Bourbon monarchy and the states gen
eral entered upon their struggle, it
lay with the French standing army to
decide which should win the day. Per
haps it was an accident—who cay say
—but the guards in Paris were in
flamed to revolt by the killing of one
of their comrades by hired Swiss and
German soldiers in the pay of the
French monarch; when followed soon
on the revolt of the soldiers the suc
cessful assault on the Bastile, there
came in fatal succession the events
culminating in the reign of terror.
To-day in Russia what fills the soul
of the czar with alarm is the attitude
of the army. Everywhere is evi
denced revolutionary tendencies among
the soldiers, even the troops in the
capital show serious disaffection.
Early in June a number of non-com
Pobiedonostseff, Representing the
Clergy.
missioned officers and 30 troopers, of
the horse guards, also some non-com
missioned officers of other guard reg
iments, were seized and put in prison,
their place of imprisonment most
carefully sentineled. That members
of these suspected regiments msy not
mingle freely with the people, spread
or be fired, by revolutionary views, the
regiments have been shut up in bar*
racks. The finding of revolutionary
literature in the quarters of the Novo
cherkasky regiment has led to the reg
iment being broken up and members
apportioned to places outside St. Pe
tersburg.
Danton, One of the Popular Leaders in
the French Revolution.
that the immorality, wastefulness, ex
travagance and tyranny of the nobles
class in France has perhaps never
been paralleled save by the Russian
aristocracy; and the ignorance of the
French peasant perhaps no more than
that of the Russian peasant to-day.
Raised from serfdom only in 1861,
making U3e only of crude methods of
agriculture, heavy obligations im
posed upon him, the Russian peasant
lives like a beast.
The splendor of Louis’ court was
unrivaled, for the magnificence and
idleness and gayety the poor peas
ants paid in taxes and tithes. The
Russians of to-day boast that St. Pe
tersburg possesses the most splendid
and gayest court in Europe. In con
trast to this we have Maxim Gorky’s
awful pictures of the beastly life of
the masses, we have the knouted
wretch, the massacred Jew.
Where such contrasts prevail an
archy lifts its head, the assassin’s
hand attempts justice. And the world
stands in constant expectation of
Necker, Minister Dismissed by Louis
XVI.
news such as that cried recently on
Chicago streets by a conscienceless
vendor of saffron newspaper: “Czar
Is Killed! St. Petersburg Blown Up!"
The czar has dismissed the douma.
You recall what happened when King
Louis, influenced by the ultra con
servatives and the reactionary mem
bers of the royal family, had dis
missed Keeker and concentrated
troops in Paris. In Paris, here and
there over the country, insurrection
ary movements broke out, the country
was swept by "The Great Fear." A
mob of hungry women marched to
Versailles, the royal family saved
just in lime by Lafayette and the
national guard. Emigres fled from
the land, the royal family tried to.
make escape, were discovered and
brought hack to the capital. The idea,
of a monarchy became more and more
unpopular, radical views became more
radical, the mob of Paris began to bet
used as a political force. The spirit
grew to frenzy, the Tuillerles were
stormed, the Swiss Guards massacred.
The royal family was placed under
surveillance in the Temple. Then,
the next step in the story of the ill
fated family, the king is brought to
trial; for alleged acts of treason
against the nation sentence of death
is passed, is carried out.
CHRISTOPHER WEBSTER.
THE LUCKY HORSESHOE.
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