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■HHE INVENTIOHS OF HAWKINS g«/o EDGAR. FRANKLIN THE HORSE BRAKE. Hawkins is part inventor and part idiot. Hawkins has money, which generally mitigates idiocy; but in his case it also allows frhe rein to his inventive genius, and that is a bad thing. When I decidod to build a nice, quiet summer home in the Berkshires, I paid for th'e ground before discovering that the next villa belonged to Haw kins. Had I known then what I know now, my county seat would be located some where in central Illinois or western Oregon; but at that time my know ledge of Hawkins extended no farther than the facts that he resided a few doors below me in New York, and that we exchanged a kindly smile every morning on the L. One day last August, having mas tered the mechanism of our little steam runabout, my wife ventured out alone, to call upon Mrs. Hawkins. I am not a worrying man, but auto mobile repairs are expensive, and when she had been gone an hour or so I strolled toward our neighbors. The auto I was relieved to find standing before the door, apparently in good health, and ! had already turned back when Hawkins came trot ting along the drive from the stable. “Just in time, Griggs, just in time!*’ he cried, exuberantly. “In time for what?” “The first trial of—” “Now, see here, Hawkins—” I be gan, preparing to flee, for I knew too well the meaning of that light in his eyes. “The Hawkins^ Horse-brake!” he finished, triumphantly. "Hawkins, I said, solemnly, far be it from me to disparage nir work; blit I recall most distinctly the Haw kins Aero-motor, which moted you to (he top of that maple tree and dropped you on my devoted head. I also have some recollection of your gasoline milker, the one that exploded and burned every hair off the starboard side of my best Alderney cow. If you are bent on trying something new, hold it off until I can get my poor wife out of harm's way." Hawkins favored me with a stare that would have withered a row of hardy sunflowers and turned his eyes to the stable. Something was being led toward us from that direction. The foundation of the something I recognized as Hawkins’ aged work horse, facetiously christened Maud S. The superstructure was the most re markable collection of mechanism I ever saw. Four steel rods stuck into the air at the four corners of the animal. They seemed to be connected in some way to a machine strapped to the back of the saddle. I presume the machine was logical enough if you understood it, but be yond noting that it bore striking re semblance to the vital organs of a clock, I cannot attempt a description. “That will do, Patrick," said Haw kins, taking the bridle and regarding his handiwork with an enraptured smile. “Well, Griggs, frankly, what do you think of it?” “Frankly," I said, “when I look at that thing, I Teel somehow incapable of thought." "I rather imagined that it would take your eye,” replied Hawkins, com placently. “Now, just see the simplic ity of the thing, Griggs. Drop your childish prejudices for a minute and examine it. “Let us suppose that this brake is fitted to a fiery saddle-horse. The rider has lost all control. In another minute, unless he can stop the beast, he will be dashed to the ground and kicked into pulp. What does he do? Simply pulls this lever—thus! The ani mal can't budge!" An uncanny elanketj-clankety-clank accompanied his words, and the rods dropped suddenly. In their descent they somehow managed to gather two steel cuffs apiece. When they ceased dropping, Maud S. had a steel bar down the back of each leg, with a cuff above and a cuff be low the knee. Hawkins was quite right—so far as I could see; Maud was anchored until some well-disposed per son brought a hack-saw and cut off her shackles. “You see how it acts when she is standing still?” chuckled the inventor, replacing the rods. “Just keep your eyes open and note the suddenness with which she stops running.” "Hawkins,” I cried, despairingly, as he led the animal up the road, “don’t go to all that trouble on my account. I can see perfectly that the thing is a success. Don’t try it again.” “My dear Griggs,” said Hawkins, coldly, “this trial trip is for my own personal satisfaction, not yours. To tell the truth, I had no idea that you or anyone else would be here to wit ness my triumph.” He went perhaps three or four hun dred feet up the road; then he turned Maud's nose homeward and clambered to her back. As I waited behind the hedge, I grieved for the old mare. Hawkins evi dently intended urging her into some thing more rapid than the walk she had used for so many years, and I feared that at her advanced age the excitement might prove-injurious. But Maud broke into such a sedate canter when Hawkins had thumped WAS THE J It is a kindly and beneficial custom In some country villages for the wealthier inhabitants to subscribe and make good the loss which a poorer yi Hhger may sustain through the death of a pig. • Maj. Cardie, however, had but re cently returned from abroad, and knew little of the local customs, and therefore he was astounded, recently. her ribs a few times with his heels, and her kindly old face seemed to wear such a gentle expression as she ap proached, that I breathed easier. “Now, Griggs!” cried Hawkins, com ing abreast. “Watch—now!” He thrust one hand behind, grasped the lever, and gave it a tug. The little rods retrained in the air. A puzzled expression flitted over Hawkins’ face, and as he cantered by he appeared to tug a trifle harder. This time something happened. I heard a whir like the echo of a sawmill, and saw several yards of steel spring shoot out of the inwards of the machine. I heard a sort of frantic shriek from Maud S. I saw a sudden cloud of pebbles and dust in the road, such as I should imagine would be kicked up by an exploding shell—and that was all. Hawkins, Maud, and the infernal machine were making for the county town with none of the grace, but near ly all the speed, of a shooting star. For a few seconds I stood dazed. Then it occurred to me that Haw kins' wife would later wish to know what his dying words had been, and I went into the auto with a flying leap, sent it about in its own length, almost jumped the hedge, and thus started upon a race whose memory will haunt me when greater things have faded 1 into the forgotten past. My runabout, while hardly a racer, is supposed to have some p: etty speedy, machinery stored away in it, but the engine had a big undertaking in try ing to overhaul that old mare. It was painfully apparent that some thing—possibly righteous indignation at being the victim of one of Hawkins’ \ experiments—haii roused a latent devil within Maud S. Her heels were vi ciously threshing up the dirt at the foot of the hill before I began my blood-curdling coast at the top. How under the sun anything could go faster than did that automobile is beyond my conception; yet when 1 reached the level ground again and breathed a little prayer of thanks that an all-wise Providence had spared my life on the hill, Hawkins seemed still to have the same lead. That he was traveling like a hurri cane was evidenced by the wake of fear maddened chickens and barking dogs that were just recovering their senses when I came upon them. I put my iever to the last notch. Heavens, how that auto went! It rocked from one side of the road to the other. It bounded over great stones and tried to veer into ditches, with the express purpose of hurling me to destruction. It snorted and puffed and rattled and skidded; but above all, it went! There is no use attempting a record of my impressions during that first half-mile—in fact, I am not aware that i I had any. But after a time I drew nearer to Hawkins, and at last came within 30 feet of the galloping Maud. Hawkins’ face was white and set, he bounced painfully up and down, risk ing his neck at every bounce, but one hand kept a death-like grip on the lever of the hoise-brake. “Jump!” I screamed. “Throw your self off! ” Hawkins regarded me with much the expression the early Christians must have worn when conducted into the arena. “No,” he shouted. “It’s"—bump—“it's all right. It’ll”—bump—“work in a minute." »ywi * 3IGGEST PIG IN ' to receive a visit tom the wife of a laborer who lived near. “Lost a pig—eh?" he repeated, gruf fly. “Well, I haven’t got it! I don’t collect pigs.’’ “Beggin' your pardon, sir,” faltered t&e woman; “but you see, sir, the pig died.” “Well, d’ye want me to go to the “No, it won't. Jump, for Heaven’s sake, jump!” I think that Hawkins had framed a reply, but just then a particularly hard bump appeared to knock the breath out of his body. He took a better grip on the bridle and said no more. I hardly knew what to do. Every minute brought us nearer to the town, where traffic is rather heavy all day. Up to now we had had a clear track, but in another five minutes a collision would be almost as inevitable as the sunset. I endeavored to recall the “First Aid to the Injured” treatment for fractured ! skulls and broken backs, and I thanked goodness that there would be only one ; auto to complete the mangling of Hawkins’ remains, should they drop into the road after the smash. Would there? I glanced backward and gasped. Others had joined the pursuit, and I was merely the van-; guard of a procession. Twenty feet to the rear loomed the black muzzle of Enos Jackson’s trotter, with Jackson in his little road-cart. Behind him, three bicyclists filled up 1 the gap betweeen the road-cart and ' Dr. Brotherton's buggy. I felt a little better at seeing Broth erton there. He set my hired man’s j leg two years ago. and made a splendid job. There was more of the cavalcade be hind Brotherton, although the dust re vealed only -glimpses of it; but I had seen enough to realize that if Haw kins’ brake did work, and Hawkins’ mare stopped suddenly, there was going to be a piled-up mass of men and things in the road that for sheer “Hawkins Shot Off Into Space.” mixed-up-edness would pale the aver- ! age freight wreck. Maud maintained her pace, and I did j my best to keep up. By this time 1 could see the reason for her mad flight. When the ex plosion, or whatever it was, took place in the brake machinery, a jagged piece of brass had been forced into her side, and there it remained, stabbing the poor old beast with conscientious reg ularity at every leap. I was still trying to devise some way of pulling loose the goad and persuad ing Maud to slew down when we en tered town. At first the houses whizzed past at intervals of two or three seconds; but it seemed hardly half a minute before we came in sight of the square and the courthouse. We were creating quite an excitement, too. People screamed rrantically at us from porches and windows and the sidewalk. Occasionally a man would spring into the road to stop Maud, think better of it, and spring out again. One misguided individual hurled a fence-rail across the path. It didn’t worry Maud in the slightest, for she happened to be all In the air while passing over that particular point, but when the auto went over the rail it nearly jarred out my teeth. Another fellow pranced up, waving a many-looped rope over his head. I think Maud must have transfixed him with her fiery eye, for before he could throw it nis nerve failed and he scut tled back to safety. Those who had teams hitched in the square were hurrying them out of danger, and when we whirled by the courthouse only one buggy remained in the road. That buggy belonged to Burkett, the constable. The town pays Burkett a percentage on the amount of work he yv THE TOWN. funeral, send a wreath, or what, wom an?" he replied. “No, sir; indeed, no!” was the re ply. But we’re poor folks, sir, and we thought that, bein’ the biggest pig in the neighborhood, you’d give us a little ’elp." The major’s reply was distinctly pungent. does, and Burkett is keen on looking up new business. "Stop, there!’' he shouted, as we came up. "Stop!” Nobody stopped. ‘Stop, or I’ll arrest the whole danged lot of ye fer fast drivin’!” roared Bur kett, gathering up reins and whip. And with that he dashed into the place behind Enos Jackson and crowd ed the bicyclists to the side of the road. Our county town is a small one, and at the pace set by Maud it didn't tune us long to reach the far side and sweep out on the highway which leads, eventually, to Boston. I began to wonder dimly whether Maud’s wind and my water and gaso line would carry us to the Hub, and, if so, what would happen when we had passed through the city. Just beyond Boston, you know, is the Atlantic ocean. At this point in my meditations we started down the slope to the big creamery. The building is located to the right of the road. On the left, a rather steep grassy embankment drops per haps 30 feet, to the little river. On this beautiful sunny afternoon, the creamery’s milk cans, something like a hundred in number, were airing by the roadside, just on the edge of the embankment; and as we thundered down I smiled grimly to think of the attractive little frill Maud might add to her performance by kicking a dozen or two of the milk cans into the river as she passed. Maud, however, as she approached the cans, kept fairly in the middle of the road—and stopped! Heavens! She stopped so short that I gasped for breath. Ail in the twink ling the steel rods dropped into posi tion beside her legs, the cuffs snapped, and the Hawkins Horse-brake had worked at last! Poor old Maud! She slid a few yards with rigid limbs, squealing in terror. HERDER LEAD! The journey of the last two days i has been in the solemn stillness of the forest, says a writer in the Pa cific Monthly. Hardly has the soft twittering of a bird broken the un ending silence. But now the voice of the distant flocks is the undertone that fills the air—it rises and falls in cadences, but is never still. There, under the shadow of the pines, is pitched the herder’s tent. Company is scarce and therefore valuable, and hardly have his dogs given wanting of a stranger when the one solitary figure is strolling toward us. It is quite impossible to forecast the na tionality, age, upbringing or condi tion of this man. Sheep herding is as often a refuge as an occupation. Wages is good, work there is none, food is found, responsibilities sit very lightly; through six months of the year this outdoor life involves no hardship. If from one or two weeks’ end to the next no living man is in sight to speak to—well, there is the less chance of quarreling, and the dogs are ever at hand and good com pany for many hours out of the 24. But, then, the ever-present sheep. To rise with the sun, get breakfast and then follow the big flock as they "W SHARKS AND Ballooning on the Adriatic coasts has dangers of its own apart from the risk of drowning. The sea is stated to be Infested by sharks, and an aeronaut reaching the water has small chance of living till rescue reaches him. No trace has yet been found of the bodies of Capt. Nazari and Signor Minoletti, whose balloon collapsed over and then crashed to the ground like an overturned toy horse. Hawkins shot off into space, and at the moment I didn’t care greatly where he landed. I was vaguely conscious that he collided head-on with the row of milk-cans, but my main anxiety was to shut off my power, set the brake, point the auto into the ditch and jump. And I did it all in about one sec ond. After the jump, my recollection grows hazy. I know that one of my ! i'eet landed in an open milk-can, and that 1 grabbed wildly at several others. Then the cans and I toppled headlong over the embankment and went down, down, down, while, fainter and fainter, I could hear something like: “Whoa! Whoa! Gel darn ye! Ow! Stop that hoss! Bang! Rattle! Rattle! Bang! Whoa! Stop, can't ye?” Then a peculiarly unyielding milk can landed on my head and I seemed ! to float away. I have reason to believe that I sat up about two minutes later. The crash was over and peace had settled once more upon the face of nature. From far away came the sound of galloping hoofs, belonging, no doubt, to some of the norses who had partici pated in the late excitement. The embankment was strewn with men and milk-cans, chiefly the latter, j No one seemed to be wholly dead, al ■ though one or two looked pretty near it. A few feet away, Burkett, the consta , hie, was having a convulsion in his | vain endeavor to extricate his cranium from a milk-can. The sounds that is | sued from that can made me blush. Jackson was sitting up and staring | dully at the river, while Dr. Brother ton, with his frock-coat split to the j collar, was fishing fragments of his medicine case out of another can. Others of the erstwhile procession were distributed about the embank ment in various conditions, but, as I have said, nobody seemed to have parted company with the vital spark. Hawkins alone was invisible, and as I struggled to my feet this fact puzzled me considerably. A pile of milk-cans balanced on the river's edge, and on the chance of find ing the inventor’s remains, I tipped them into the stream. Underneath, stretched on the cold, unsympathetic ground, his feet dabbling idly in the water, his clothes in a hundred shreds, a great lump on his brow, was Haw knis, stunned and bleeding! * As I turned to summon Brotherton, Hawkins opened his eyes. I am not one to cherish a grudge. I felt that Hawkins' invention had been its own terrible punishment. So I helped hm to his feet as gently as pos sible, and waited for apologetic utter ances. "You see, Griggs,” began Hawkins, uncertainly—“you see, the—the ratchet on the big wheel—stuck. I’ll put a new—a new ratchet there, and oil— lots of oil—on the—the—” "That’s enough, Hawkins,” I said. “Come home.” “Yes, but don’t you see,” he groaned, holding fast to his battered skull as I helped him back to the road, “if I get that one little point perfected—it—it will revol—” 'Let it! I snapped. “Sit here until I see what’s left of my automobile.” Ten minutes later, Patrick having appeared to take charge of Maud s., Hawkins and I were making our homeward way in the runabout, which had mercifully been spared. something in my face must have for bidden conversation, for Hawkins wrapped the soiled fragments of his raiment about him in offended dignity and was silent on the subject of horse brake. Nor have I ever heard of the thing since. Possibly Mrs. Hawkins suc ceeded in demonstrating the fallacy of the whole horse-brake theory; in fact, from the expression on her fare when we reached the house, I am inclined to think that she did. Mrs. Hawkins can be strong-minded on occasion, and her tongue is in no way inadequate to the needs of her mind. At any rate, a friend of mine the patent office, whom I asked about the matter some time ago, tells me that the Hawkins Horse-brake has never been patented, so that I presume the inven tion is in its grave. As a public-spirit ed citizen. I venture to add that this is a blessing. (Copyright, ?906, by W. G. Chapman. u > LONELY LIFE. slowly feed away from camp. To hear their everlasting •baas,” to smell the ever-present woolliness, to live, move and have your being in an atmosphere of sheep—to walk when they walk, to stop when they feel disposed to rest, and to so put in the slowly passing hours, to accompany them hack to the neighborhood of camp, and not until the flock has gone to bed for good to feel a mo ment’s freedom from their society. No wonder that, as one sheep herding friend told me, he was ready to bless a wolf or two that broke in on the monotony of the day by trying to steal a sheep before his very eyes. The sheep herder is well armed as well fed. And very often on the sum mer ranges he can so manage the day's march with his flock as to bring in the blessed trout stream, where the fish are rising at the summer flies. One man I know learned Span ish in the summer’s herding. Another found a haven in higher mathematics. Several others used theiT pocket knives to carve ornaments and knick knacks. Books, magazines and let ters are always brought out with the supply of beans and bacon, eolfee and flour, sugar and tobacco. BALLOONISTS. the Adriatic a short time ago, and it is feared that they have been devoured. From Ancona, another balloon was seen floating toward the Adriatic and showing colored lights as signals of distress. A torpedo boat went in the direction where the balloon was last seen, but there was no trace either of the balloon or its occupants. SOME FISH SALADS. APPETIZING DISHES EASILY AND INEXPENSIVELY MADE. Herring, Sardine, Salmon and Lobster Salads, That You Can Prepare Quickly in Cases of Emerg ency That Will Arise. HERRING SALAD.—Heat through by turning on thd stove three wel. smoked herring, then tear off thi heads and pull the skin away, split take out the backbones, and cut up into small bits, or to shred them if better. Put in a salad bowl, add one small chopped onion, two hard boiled chopped eggs, and one boiled potato; cut fine with a teaspoonful of chopped parsley; season with a teaspoonful of salt, one of pepper, three tablespoon fuls of vinegar, and two of oil. Mix well, and if you have it, decorate with a boiled beet. SARDINE SALAD.—Allow three sardines for each person; bone and fillet these, carefully removing all the skins, and set them aside until re quired. Boil two eggs for three min utes, shell them, and break them up in your salad bowl with a spoon; mix with them a teaspoonful each of French mustard and essence of ancho vies, the strained oil from the tin of sardines with as much oil as will inane tnree teaspoonfuls m all; aau chili, sliftllot, and good malt vinegar to taste. Cut up some nice crisp let tuce and mix it well with the dress ing, but only just before it is to be served. Put a little heap of mus tard and cress in the center of the salad, with a whole red capsicum upon it. Arrange the sardines round, and outside these a border of mustard and cress dotted here and there with slices of red capsicum. SALMON SALAD.—One quart of cooked salmon, two heads of lettuce, two tablespoonfuls of lemon juice, one of vinegar, two of capers, one tea spoonful of salt, one-third of a tea spoonful of pepper, a cupful of may onnaise dressing or the French dress ing. Break up the salmon with two silver forks. Add to it the salt, pep per, vinegar, and lemon juice. Put in the ice chest or some other cold place for two or three hours. Pre pare the lettuce as directed for lob ster salad. At serving time pick out leaves enough to border the dish. Cut or tear the remainder in pieces and arrange these in the center of a fiat dish. On them heap the salmon lightly and cover with the dressing. Now sprinkle on the capers. Arrange the whole leaves at the base, and, if you choose, lay one-fourth of a thin slice of lemon on each leaf. LOBSTER SALAD.—Put a large lob ster over the fire in boiling water slightly salted; boil rapidly for about 20 minutes; when done it will be of a bright red color and should be re moved, as, if boiled too long, it will be tough; when cold, crack the claws after first disjointing, twist off the head, which is used in garnishing; split the body in two lengthwise; pick out the meat in bits not too fine, saving the coral separate; cut up a large head slightly and place on a dish, over which lay the lobster, put ting the coral around the outside. For dressing take the yolks of three eggs, beat well, add four tablespoons salad oil, dropping it in slowly, beat ing all the time; then add a little salt, cayenne pepper, half teaspoon mixed mustard, and two tablespoons vine gar. Pour this over the lobster just before sending to table. About Expenses. Young housekeepers so often utter the plaint: “I can buy the ordinary food for three meals a day on my table allowance, but there are so many extras.” A woman of many years’ experience accustomed to working domestic mir acles with an infinitesimal income, once said: “I would never have kept out of the poorhouse if I had not had a system. » make a list of the sundries, without which no house is complete—soap, starch, flour, salt, etc.,—and keep it under my eye. Each week I appor tion so much money for my sundries and buy something. Thus I never find myself face to face with an empty saltbox or vinegar jug at a time when there is no money to fill the lack.” Sweet Potato Pudding. Peel and wash a large sweet potato, wipe dry, and grate with a large grater. While the potato is being grated heat one quart of milk, stir a cup of the grated potato into the hot milk, and let it boil. Meantime beat four eggs to a cream, add one table spoon butter to the milk and potatoes, and take them off the fire. Stir the beaten eggs with the milk and pota toes, season the pudding palatably with salt and pepper, and put into an earthen dish and bake for 20 minutes, or until the custard is firm. Serve hot as a vegetable. Financial Bandits Met. Mr. Rhodes once told a circle of friends after dinner the story of his first meeting with Beit. “I called at Porges’ late one evening,” he said, “and there was Beit working away as usual. ‘Do you never take a rest?’ I asked. ‘Not often,’ he replied. ‘Well, what’s your game?’ said I. ‘I am go ing to control the whole diamond out put before I am much older,’ he an swered, as he got off his stool. ‘That’s funny,’ I said. ‘I have made up my mind to do the same; we had better join hands.’ ” Join hands they did. For Cleaning Marble. To clean marble, take two parts of common soda, one part of pumice stone and one part of finely pow dered salt. Sift the mixture through a fine sieve and mix it with water, then rub it well over the marble and the stains will be removed. Rub the marble over with salt and water, then wash off and wipe dry. Best Fruits for Jellies. The most desirable fruits for jelly making after currants are crab ap F*-s, quinces, grapes, blackberries, raspberries and peaches. If the fruit is used before it is fully ripe it makes a clearer jelly and a gentle simmer ing with no stirring will make it of finer grain. ROSEWATER DEAD HIS BODY DISCOVERED IN JUDGE TROUP’S COURT ROOM. WENT THERE THENICHT BEFORE Had Been Dead a Number of Hours Before Discovery—Is Supposed to Have Died from Heart Disease. OMAHA — Edward Rosewater is dead. The editor and founder of the Omaha Bee went to sleep in Judge Troup’s court room on the third floor of the Bee building Thursday night and never atvoke. His dead body was found next morn ing in a familiar attitude of rest. Drs. Hoffman and Goetz made an examination and pronounced the cause of death heart failure. Mr. Rosewater was a little over 65 years old. Mr. Rosewater spoke at the Grand Army meeting in Waterloo Thursday afternoon. He returned, cheerful and in ap parently usual health, by the 7 o'clock train. He went up to his office and was busy until 6 o’clock, when he went to his home and ate dinner. About 7 o’clock he left his home and returned to the Bee building. After he entered he was seen alive by only one person, Mary Clark, janitor of the third floor. He shook hands with her, and she Edward Rosewater. remarked: This is the first time 1 have seen you, sir, since you came back from Europe.” Mr. Rosewater replied that he had been very busy and had not gotten about much in the city. This meet ing was in the corridor outside of the court room. Mrs. Rosewater did not miss Mr. Rosewater when he did not come home for he was often engaged in his office until very late in the night. She went to bed and left the light burning. No one missed him un!:l this morning at about 6 o'clock. Finding the light still burning Mrs. Rosewater became alarmed and te! - phoned to Victor Rosewater, asking if he knew where his father could be. The alarm was sounded and T. W. McCullough, Chief Donahue and others were sent for. The police de tectives were sent out in every direc tion and a search was made. No one thought of the court room until Judge Troup came down and opened his office at 9 o’clock. Judge Troup found Mr. Rosewater reclined at the end of the second bench with his left arm lying along the top of the radiator and his head resting upon it. The body was in a natural reclining attitude and all those that rushed up to the court room at the news re marked that he had never looked more lifelike and peaceful. Physicians were called at once, but it was very evident that Mr. Rose water had been dead some hours. Mr. Rosewater, before his departure for Rome as the United States postal delegate, had been in a rather low condition. He was not ill enough ever to be in bed, and with his great energy prob ably kept about and attended to his affairs, where another man might have given up and taken a much needed rest. The senatorial campaign made a great amount of work, but Mr. Rose water’s nature was such that it had a stimulating effect upon him, and un til the ballot was reached he did not feel the exhaustion of the campaign until it was all over. Charley Rosewater, a son, who is absent at Lenox, Mass., has been notified of the death of his father. N. P. Feil, a son-in-law, at Cleveland, 0., also has been wired and these two will inform the friends and relatives in the east. Ultimatum to the Packers. WASHINGTON — Nothing short of the placing on meat products of labels which will not deceive the public was the ultimatum which Secretary Wilson delivered to forty representatives of various packing houses here. Here after. if the packers want their goods accepted for interstate shipment, the packages must bear labels more spec ific than thon used hitherto. It will not do, for instance, to shite merely that a package contains sausage. The label must distinctly describe the article. Soldier* Going to Study. WASHINGTON — Forty enlisted men from various army posts through out the eastern part of the United States will be ordered by the War de partment in Washington in a short time for Instruction in taking finger prints and in photography, prepara tory to carrying out the new Identifi cation plans for the army. It is the purpose to have at least one man at every post who is familiar with the finger print and photographic work.j Men detailed to Washington will re main a week.