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New Governor of Jamaica. Sydney Oliver, who has been appointed governor of Jamaica to succeed Sir Alexander Swettenham, was born in 1859, graduated at Corpus Christi col lege, Oxford university, and in 1882 entered the colonial office. In 1890-1891 he was acting colonial secretary of British Honduras, in 1895-1896 he was auditor general of the Leeward islands and was later private secretary to the earl of Selborne, secretary of the West India royal commission, colonial sec retary of Jamaica and acting governor of Jamaica. In 1893 he was sent to Washington to assist in the negotiation of reciprocity treaties on behalf of the ' West Indian colonies. DOOM FOR DERELICTS. NEW BRAND OF DESTROYER BUILDING FOR ATLANTIC. Revenue Cutter No. 17 Will Be As signed to Sink Those Floating Hulks Which Are a Men ace to Navigation, Washington.—Officials of the reve nue cutter service are looking forward to the completion of the new derelict destroyer, revenue cutter 17, with high expectations of her usefulness. She will he the first craft of her kind to become part of the service, and when completed, some time next year, the ability of the “watchdog” branch of the treasury department to cope with dangers and emergencies that now seriously strain the bureau will be largely increased. At present all the work that will fall to the naw destroyer must be done by the revenue cutters, which are neither built nor equipped for such service. When No. 17 is launched she will in all probability get a name, for one can hardly imagine a successful launching without a naming, and neither the sec retary of the treasury nor the chief of the revenue cutler service would wish to humiliate the new ship by sending her out among her sister ships with no more idea of typifying title than that which is given a convict in the penitentiary or a brick house in a row. As the new destroyer is to be unique in many ways, she will also he assign ed lo the other cutters in the service. She will have a steaming radius of o.OOO miles without stopping to coal, will be provisioned for much longer cruises than she will ever be likely to make, and will be equipped with powerful derricks, the most improved life-saving apparatus and with a maga zine in which will be high explosives in sufficient quantities to blow halt the battle ships in the world out of the sea. The gunpowder and dyna mite, however, will not be spent to destroy life, but to save it. The ships that she will attack are those that have outlived their useful ness and have passed from the service of civilization to the class of human enemies. The half-sunken derelicts that float silently up and down and across the paths of commerce, claim ing as victims the finest ships, with their crews and passengers, will be the prey of No. 17, and no mercy will be shown when these mysterious foes are found. It is expected that in life saving work the new revenue cutter will prove as valuable as in the more sensational and noisy pursuit of dere licts. Her field of operations will be com paratively restricted, with Nova Sco tja on the north, the Bahamas on the south and the mid-Atlantic on the east. Her duty will be to keep the paths of ocean commerce clear, and the field is large enough to occupy all the time of her swift engines. The other side of the ocean will be pa trolled by the ships of Great Britain or the powers of the continent. When storms along the seaboard im peril passenger ships or there Is other work cut out for lifesavers, revenue cutter 17 will be summoned by wire less if she is at sea, and by land wire if in port, and will hasten to the scene. That she will give a good account of herself in every emergency the reve nue cutter officials feel certain, and are concerned now only in expediting the construction of the sadly needed ship. LORDS BUY 2,0C0 PRAIRIE DOGS. Britishers, Seeking Sport, to Stock Hunting Preserves with Them. Huron. S. D.—Two thousand prairie dogs at three dollars each at shipping point have been contracted for by English lords who have exterminated the rabbits and hares on their shoot ing preserves in England and are Ian guishing lor sport. Mrs. Xellie Madden, of Wauk-M. \V!s.. having contracted to supply this number of the dogs, has with drawn her farm north of this city from the market, believing its value has enhanced immeasurably by the de mand for prairie dogs, with which it is overrun. It is believed the English noblemen have bucked up against an other Yankee game, and that the character of the prairie dogs has been misrepresented to them. The animals are the size of an over grown rat. live in communities, their holes connected with outlets every rod or two. They are spry enough to arouse the sporting blood of the Brit ish, but when wounded drop into their holes or if dead their fellows quickly drag them in. It is mere pot-hunting to shoot them, but to entrap 2,000 of them will afford a nice problem for the venders. SAYS POTATOES HAVE SOULS. Mystic Maeterlinck's Announcement j Gives Vegetarians Brainstorm. Paris.—What are the vegetarians to eat now? They abhor flesh because they re fuse to slaughter pensive beeves, play ful Iambs and joyous calves. Now Maurice Materlinck has carried con sternation into the vegetarian camp and has greatly disturbed their diges tions by his book on the intelligence of plant life. Maeterlinck thinks he proves that plants are as purposeful, as reason able. as co-.scientious as most hu mans, even as most vegetarians. In general the vegetarians are mystics and so they worship Maeterlinck. What are they to eat if, as he insists, cereals have souls, green peas have a purpose in life and potatoes have white sweet souls? Prince Troubetskoi, the sculptor, who is a vegetarian, had a talk with Maeterlinck on this puzzling subject at the salon. Troubetskoi has sincere scruples against tasting meat, against slaying sentient beings to devour their flesh. His distress was almost tragic as he questioned Maeterlinck, who could console him only with: “Never fear, prince. He who lives must eat.” But he did not say what, so the princely sculptor is at his wits’ end to choose a food which will sustain life, but which gives up no life in be coming food. Live Toads in “Dead” Letter. Washington.—The dead letter office of the post office department came to life the other day when a woman clerk, in opening dead-letter mall, took the lid off a box containing three horned toads from Texas. After the woman clerks had climbed down from their desks a summary court-martial sentenced the animals to death for in citing a riot, but a tender-hearted mes senger rescued- the culprits and turned them loose in Farragut square, where the children play. Where Heroes Sleep. Monument to the unknown dead and the Temple of Fame in the national military cemetery at Arlington here sleep about 17,000 soldiers who died in war for the Union. It is consecrated ground to which thousands come every year from the north, south, east and west to honor those who gave their lives that the country might live. “BOARD WALK” IS TO GO. Blcckc of Tile Will Displace Famous Wooden Atlantic City Promenade. Atlantic City, N. J.—A block of the famous boardwalk paved with tile imported from Holland, where similar paving is in use, will be one of the novelties for the summer visitors of the coming season, who will be asked io pass their opinion on wooden block and concrete as a footway for the es planade. Tne experiment in making a change in the flooring of the walk is be ing tried with the object of discover ing some paving substitute that will better stand the t-avel of the thou sands of promenaders than the planks now In use. Tlio wear on the board door Is enormous, and as feminine visitors refuse to stand for the planking when it becomes in the least bit worn or splintered from wear, the yearly bill for lumber and laying is becoming an itci of heavy drain on the finances of the resort. The Trouble with Mike. Sportsman—I wonder what's be come of Mike? I told him to meet me here. Driver—Ach, ’tis no use tellin’ him anything! Sure, sorr, just goes in at wan ear and out at the other, like wather off a duck’s back. Zinc Discovery Booms Dubuque. Inrush of New Residents Raises Iowa City to 50,000. Dubuque, la.—The census depart ment of the federal government esti mates the population of Dubuque at 43,070 for 1896, but the recent uncov ering of immense deposits of zinc and lead has brought an inrush of new residents and 50,000 population is claimed. Statistics of the state census bu reau rank Dubuque first among the cities of the state in manufactures, a fact in part attributable to its free dom from strike disturbances, to the advantages accruing to it from the “river break” in interstate rates, to its railroad facilities, its proximity to Chicago, its location on the Missis sippi and to the conservatism of its working classes consequent upon their being home owners. The industries of the city are va ried and the number of wage earners larger than for any other Iowa city of equal or greater- size. It numbers more communicants of churches, has a smaller percentage of illiteracy than 40 other Iowa towns and in 25 years the number of divorce decrees has been less than in any county hi the state numbering one-third the the population. It has never experi enced a boom and realty values and rentals are markedly low. The city’s progressiveness is attested in the ad dition of many new industries annu ally and an average annual outlay of $2,000,000 in improvements. The tax rate is lower than any Iowa city in the first class. The city through its commercial club is reaching out for new industries of a legitimate nature. A spring the waters of which are intoxicating has been discovered near Ada, O. The disooverers insist that it will be useless to hunt for moon shiners in the vteinity of Ada, be cause there is no headache after one hail been intoxicated by the spring water. ■ ^ •Vs- • . * • rik’- T;.-' Pulp Mill Creates Town. Washington.—An English concern which obtained a concession of 2,000 square miles of land at Grand Falls, New Foundland, for the purpose of de veloping the pulpmaking industry has surveyed a tqwn site and has platted off streets, squares and areas for c hurches, schools and public buildings, erected houses for the staff and em ployes, built two miles of railway and besides has made other improvements, among which is the construction of a new dam. An American expert has prepared the plans for the installa tion of a pulp mill and 800 or 900 men will be employed in the construction of the buildings and dam. It will be about three years before the output of pulp and paper will be placed on the market. New Zealand's Population. v The white population of New Zea land is now 890,000, having increased 117,000 in the last five years. Expensive City Government. New York eity pays in salaries to its more; than 50,000* servants 9132 each mi«Wte in the day. I (Copyright. t>v . Midwinter—and yet all that morn ing I had been thinking of spring.. Are there not days of snow when without reason spring is in one’s thought? I am wont to call this secret pres ence the little spring. “The little spring.” I said. "She knows. She stays even when everyone supposes that she has forgotten.” Then Peleas came in, and the win try sun touched his white hair as it touched mine, for we are both 70. "Ettare," said Peleas. “Nicola has a friend who is ill in the hospital. She has gone to see her and she has got n her place for to-day the most pathet ic little woman. She is down there in the kitchen new making a salad.” “Then her salads will begoed,” 1 said. “Haven’t you often noticed how the disappointments in life come out in appetizing dishes or exquisite needlework or beautiful dispositions?” “Ah, yes," said Peleas. “but their eves never look any less sad. I wish we could cheer her up. Her name is Mary.” Presently I went down to the kitchen. “Mary,” I said, “what fresh, crisp lettuce! I am glad to know that I was right. I thought the world smelled of spring this morning.” “Spring, ma'am?” said Mary. “Yes—spring,” I said. “March, April. May. Surely, in spite of the snow, you have not forgotten?” Mary smiled faintly, and sighed. So many smiles are sighs! “No, ma’am," she said, “I have not forgotten." “Ah, no," I said, “one doesn't for get. Mary. I pursued. "If it were spring what would you rather do than anything else?” "O, ma'am.” said Mary. 1 had only to look in her eyes, swift ly lifted, to know that in her heart some wish was hidden of what that swift look was the spirit. “For myself," said I, “spring or win ter. 1 wish—let us both wish—to be near to seme one very, very dear.” "Oh, ma'am,” said Mary. “Yes'm.” “Ah well,” said 1 as I left her, “this, 1 am persuaded, is a very special day. And I know that spring is some where about listening." I went back upstairs smiling at the pleasant mystification in Mary’s face. In the upper hallway Peleas stood with a workman. “Ettare,” said Peleas, “this man says something about water-pipes.” “Ah.” said I, “to be sure. The wa ter pipes in the attic. Have you for gotten the school play?” “1 had,” Peleas confessed, “I had. This will be the man to make the fountain that Lisa wanted.” "This will be the man,” 1 assent ed, ” and let us go up to the attic at once.” Here Lisa and some of her butter fly friends had begged leave to come on a holiday, and pursue a most as tonishing course to which Peleas and I had assented only after proper Hesi tation. They wished to, give her a kind of play, and they had selected our attic for the simple reason that the heroine of the piece lived in an at tic chamber, all cobwebs and rafters, and fell asleep and dreamed that she was a princess by a fountain in a gar den, and met there the prince waiting for her. After which, she awoke and found herself in the attic, fountain and princess crown gone but the prince was still there among the cob webs and rafters. "It's nice and warm up here," he said. “That,” said I, smiling at my own image In a dusty mirror, “is no doubt because spring is in the world, in spita of the snow." “It’ll be a late spring, along o' the almanacs,” said the man, throwing down his kit of tools. “Nonsense.'” said I, “it will be an early spring. I can tell by the way the snow is piled!" How dare any one prophesy a late spring? Why should not everyone go through the winter prophesying an early spring, happy in the confidence that the prophecy would lure on the spring itself? Everyone, ought at least to understand that spring is really in the world all winter long if only one knew how to look for it. “It will be an early spring,” I re peated firmly. “How can you help thinking so when you can make the spring wherever you go—you, yourself, I mean?” The man looked startled. “I, ma’am?” he asked. “Certainly,” I cried, "if I could go about all winter carrying a little tool in my pocket which would make an attic floor and a lead pipe blossom into a fountain, I should not find it hard to believe that I could make it spring whenever I wished.” ‘ Why, yes’m," he said. “I’ve thought that inyseTf sometimes.” “Let us have," said I to the man, “this fountain of spring come up here, between this old chest and the dor mer window. I hope,” I added, “that this is a quick spring, because they are coming here to rehearse this after noon, and they will want the foun tain.” “This here spring," he said, “it’ll take about two full hours to bring up that fountain, ma'am.” "Very well,” said I, “I told you there would be an early spring.” - At four o’clock Lisa and her friends came to rehearse for the fountain play. I saw them all safely above stairs, and then I slipped down to the kitchen, for I had a fancy to send Mary up, when they were finished, with a tray of tea and jam and little cakes and bon-bons. I found that Mary had miraculously anticipated my wish and had already spread sandwiches and opened the jam. “Mary,” I said as I arranged the bon bons, “it is still snowing. Have you got your wish yet?” “O ma’am,” said Mary. “No’m.” She looked up at me suddenly. 1 oseph B. Bowles.) hardly knew how, but at once I un derstood that her sad eyes spoke but one wish. “Who is it, ?f»iry?” I asked with a sudden impulse. "Is it your sweet heart?” “No'm.' said Mary, soberly, “it’s my husband.” "Do you care to tell me. Mary?” “Yes’m,” said Mary. “We was mar ried two years ago. We hadn’t neith er of us hit our wings against noth in',” said Mary, “an’ we was married thinkin’ we was always goin’ to fly free; but that ain’t the way God made the world—to fly free. So when we’d bsen goin’ along a ways somethin’ hap pened that hurt me, an’ I sez: ‘It was you.’ And there didn’t neither one of us have the sense to see that what hurt us wasn’t neither him nor me. but just the way things naturally was. “Is he dead. Mary?” I asked, lay ing the bon-bons on the dish. “O ma’am,” said Mary. “No'm. But I don’t know where he is. And he won’t never forgive me.” “Wait and see,” I said only, “wait and see.” Up in the attic the sun was stream ing through the dormer windows, and there were laughter and happy voices I and the 5’outh of Lisa and her friends, in aisles of sun. Peleas nodded to me from his place beside a chest of drawers. “This is a great moment,” he mur mured, “this is the moment when she finds out that the world is a garden, not an attic.” “And that the prince is sure to appear there,” I said, sinking beside Peleas. While I looked I saw how, behind an ancient, disused sofa, that great giant of the morning was kneeling on the floor and touching mysteriously “Do You Care to Tell Me, Mary?” about; and there before our eyes, be tween the dormer window and the old chest, gushed up the fountain, shining in the sun of afternoon. And there, too, stood the charming little maid who was taking the pretty role, and her eyes were shining in mock delight as she saw the fair water, and with mock alarm as she saw, from out the wilderness of boxes, that young prince coming to claim her. The pretty play was just over, when I heard Mary coming up the stairs with the trav of tea and tarts. No sooner was she there than Lisa, who can coax bewitchingly, begged that we have tea down in my room, where there are a half-dozen deep window seats—for the joy of dreams and tales. “Each one must carry something, then,” 1 commanded, “for the things have already been brought up here." Peleas and I stayed behind, and as the cloud of Lisa’s friends went in soft laughter down the attic stairs we turned, and fancied that the fairy tale had come true before our eyes. Between the dormer window and the ancient chest the fountain was still sparkling to the sun, as it had sparkled when the little mock princess had found her lover by its side. And where she had stood, Mary stood now; and she was suddenly and unexplain ably in the arms of that earnest young giant in blue clothes. “Mary—” said the young giant, brokenly; and then he saw us and tried t* make us know all that the moment brought welling to his heart. And Mary met our eyes, unashamed that his arms held her, and her hand was in his hand. “Oh, ma’am,” said Mary, “it was him I told you about. It was him I meant.” I looked at Mary, her sad eyes so magically lighted with something that never could go out; and— “Did I not say,” I cried, “that spring is somewhere about? And that we shall all have our wishes?” “And did I not say,” cried Peleas, "that we’d a whole day to teach people about spring?” “And did I not say,” I cried triumph antly to that young giant, “that there would be an early spring?” He smiled, not at me, but at Mary. “An early spring,” he said, “in spite o’ all the almanacs.” “Oh, ma’am,” said Mary. “Yes’m.” Japanese Like Billiards. So enamored are the Japanese be coming of the great game of billiards that the Mikado has had a fine inlaid table erected, and it is stated that H. W. Stevenson is to give lessons at the imperial court. Stevenson is to be congratulated if the news be true. The'Mikado will see that he pockets something.—London Globe. Argentine Exports Reduced. Buenos Ayres.—Statistics compiled by the ministry of agriculture give the total value of wheat, maize and lin seed exportations in 1906 as $150,000, 000, against $164,000,000 in 1905. Wheat exported in 1906 amounted to 2,355,718 tons, maize 32,500,276, lin seed 523,333, and flour 121,161. Truth crushed to earth will rise again—if the politicians Will get off and give it a chance. WHERE THE DIXHE66 OF MARLBOROUGH^ HOME FOR PRJ60&ERS’ WfVEd AMD QHlL DR EH WILL BE LOCATED ~-^r Ihe^Duchess or Marlborough l no course or the duchess of Marl borough, following the unhappy devel opments in her matrimonial venture with the titled Englishman, will com mend itself to right-minded people of the world, especially to those in Amer ica who have followed \^ith peculiar in terest the fortunes of the former Con suelo Vanderbilt. Instead of giving way to morose despair because the glitter of a dukedom in England has been found to be a hollow mockery, or seeking to forget her sorrow and hu miliation in the pursuit of gay, thought less pleasure, the duchess of Marl borough has with true womanly grace worthy an American girl thrown her activities and her fortune into a mis sion whose object is the bettering of the lives of the women and children of imprisoned criminals. She has just completed her plans for carry on this unique charity on a big scale, and she has done it all in such a quiet and un ostentatious way that the facts have but just become known. Some Ameri can papers have inaccurately stated that the duchess had joined the direc torate of the Church army. She has not done so, neither will she work in its ranks, but proposes to carry on her worthy charity on independent lines. This new benevolent enterprise of the duchess’ takes the form of a home in London for wmmen and children of a special and previously almost neg lected class. They are the wives and children of imprisoned criminals—in nocent sufferers for the misdeeds of husbands and fathers—and to make a home for them, or at least some of them, the duchess of Marlborough has just taken a 21 years' lease of a roomy building in Endsleigh street, St. Pan eras. This is being reconstructed en tirely by her orders, and negotiation^ are in progress for the use of two buildings on either side. When all these have been opened, and time has proved their usefulness, the duchess, out of her American millions, may put up special buildings or add to her leases the adjoining houses on the same block. For with her this is not a new charitable occupation of the Len ten season, nor the passing and forced duty of a great lady of the land, but a life work in carrying out which she hopes to solve one of London’s many social problems. Readers, of course, are familiar with the family troubles of the duke and duchess of Marlborough. The duchess has the friendship of Queen Alexandra. By marriage her aunt is 4he marchion ess of Lansdowne, wife of the former foreign minister. She is the acknowl edged leader among women in political society. Lady Lansdowne also is a great friend of the queen, and may be come mistress of the robes at court. The queen and Lady Lansdowne deep ly sympathize with the duchess. They have cheered her up and advised her on more than one occasion. Soon after the estrangement between the Marlboroughs the queen suggested that the duchess devote her time to hard work in order to get her mind off her troubles. Her mother, Mrs. O. H. P. Belmont, was with the duchess at the time, and together they went to the Church army and had a talk with its leader, the Rev. Wilson Carlile. The duchess wanted occupation which would not bring her before the public. Mr. Carlile took her to No. 6 Banner street, St. Luke’s, where, in the midst of the city slums, the army has its lit tle branch devoted to the aid of pris oners’ wives and families. The work is carried on in a modest way without publicity by Mrs. Hodder, wife of Capt. Hodder, the man in charge of the fire wood department of the Church army. The duchess was asked to help, and help she did. She went feverishly into the work. She bought 200 blankets. 1,000 yards of cotton to be made into sheets and underclothing, boots and shoes—everything, in fact, that Mrs. Hodder said was needed. And she be gan visiting the wives of the jailbirds. A short time after the duchess had begun this work Queen Alexandra, who has taken deep interest in the duchess, suggested to Mr. Carlile that the work be turned over to her entire control. Mr. Carlile immediately followed her majesty's suggestion. In his frantical ly energetic way he rushed to Sunder land house. The duchess was at lunch eon with Mr. and Mrs. Belmont. Mr. Carlile joined them. He imparted some of his enthusiasm even to Mr. Belmont. Next day the duchess of Marlbor ough motored with her mother down to No. 6 Banner street, and took over the Church army’s little nucleus as her own, her very own charity. There fol lowed many days of hard oflice work And it was on one of these days that the new project of the duchess, now being carried out, was born. In Banner street is a big white washed building—the Houseless Poor asylum. This was started in 1819 and the original work is still carried on. I1 but by the Church army, which has its kindling wood brigade’s headquar ters there. Mrs. Hodder, six years ago, personally started befriending the families of men in jail. The work grew to such proportions that she called the attention of the Church army to it. Four rooms in a building across the street were rented and Mrs. Hodder's pet charity established there. It is this little beginning which the duchess of Marlborough has taken over. To-day’s roll contains the names of more than a hundred families. It was after the first week that the duchess astonished her lieutenant by outlining her plans. She announced that the society would continue in Banner street only until she was able to get new and proper quarters. First ly. she explained, there should be a building devoted to children. Here the little ones shouid live until their fa ther’s sentence ended and the family could be united once more. Here they should be taught to work, to read and write and to play. The next item of the duchess’ plan was a maternity home, properly and thoroughly equipped as a real home rather than a cold, whitewashed mater nity hospital. Lastly she declared she would have a woman’s home. Here prisoners’ wives were to be housed, at least those whose health or condition, needed something better than the wretched accommodation of a single dingy room or filthy hovel. And here there should be an employment bureau and skilled women to teach these prisoners’ wives sewing, domestic economy, ironing, artificial flower making and such like simple industries. The entire responsibility, expense and management will be in the hands of the Duchess. She may ask the aid of helpers from the church army, from the dainty dames of high society or she may be satisfied with the simple help of the women to whom she now has become the guardian and minis tering angel. Few Immigrants Go South. Records of the United States treas ury department show that of all the immigrants who land in New York city only four out of each hundred go to the southern states. DOG PUTS WOMAN IN PANIC. Pheasant on Her Hat Arouses In stincts of Gordon Setter Pup. Nobody had ever seen a dog act like that on Broadway, says the New York Herald. He was a brown-and-yellow, curly-haired one with feet slightly out of drawing, which indicated that he was just betting over being a pup. He chased a woman up two little steps of one of the closed entrances of the Criterion theater and there he stood at the bottom of the flight with his long nose at such an angle that a dotted line drawn from it would have touched the stuffed pheasant on her mink hat. His eyes had a glassy set to them and his right foreleg had been lifted off the sidewalk in a kind of high-stepping attitude. ‘‘Mad dog!” cried she on the steps at the top of her voice. ‘‘Won’t any body save me? Police! Police! Where’s a policeman?” She backed nearly to the door. The dog at the same time shifted his posi tion and again relapsed into his three legged pose and a glassy stare. From her muff the imprisoned wo man took a box of confectionery and threw him bonbon after bonbon. The animal was interested for two or three times and then again he resumed a joyful sniffing in the direction of the gaudy pheasant wings. About the group congregated a large throng which kept at a safe distance. The cry of “Mad dog!” was sounded through Long Acre square. Persons on the way to the theaters went around the block. The woman on the steps was by this time in hysterics and alternately sobbing and crying “Mad dog!” and “Good doggie, good doggie, have some candy?" The dog stood 8till as a statue. Edging his way through the throng, a policeman reached for his revolver “I wouldn’t,” said a lank man who lounged up. “It ain’t a crime for a Gordon setter pup to point at a aiieas ant either in Canandaigua or New York. I won’t stand for him being shot. Here, constable, you take that animal to the pound and I’ll pay for his keep. He’s a good one.”