H Wm a On/, Mucfc-Wor* Latter. ®?C01IBKjE of CAPTAIN PLUM ft JAME5 OUVO? ClIKWOOD Knnwnoif &wmG.*m«ESL s CHATTCII L Th* 0«Mt 0» M iflrooui la the ear'. y • _& •er ta itit Cape fl-:a. ■utter acd mat at th* sloop Ty phaoa. was < icore (Ur the of aa the s.ghts *•-* had naea alien Us ._ ._ tweoei !ur the I_I the fact that ha had heea ncduiiai that «u act altogether I fira waa. ta a mr a yhltaaapher thaagh aam •avid aat have pwaid this fart from fete iMKinsor ite vu. la th* first ptace. a yeotg iwa. aat assr* thaa taght «r ala* aad treaty. aed kts tarcag. rathrr tfcia face, luaul hy n paeare ta the ► > « aa ltd a< v lighted ap hy eyes that shaae alth aa ua hrs»d good Ucwr which aay la ata-M BugU tah* the tors ut U -*..ter At the present tiaue Cantata C.at »h* ta the eastward Kr»^ t ahead. ! «p tagged aad sharp la the K dd the day ft *ad. were l«u ■atwaaa these, thaa* Mike* t iVren. Typhoon ta •troag.i ta the fading pkaw. Ha th* Idads aad the stoop there •«r» ae taker otpru for rmytam fUam'u eyes to not vi MM « Moths m< la f «< i a At this *rr ion then* came a quick movement la the o»-®m «allot verdure behind tU Xut*-iesely tbe tangle of vine* se’-araft a kid a Lead thrust itself out in time to tee tbe bit of paper fall snort of tbe * e'.er's edge Then tbe bead st A back as swiftly and as silenti? as a serpents. »*er Uf-i Captain Plus !.«a J tbe giusl «a* chuckle that followed tbe move Skill IS so be tuougut it only some night bird in tbe brush. “Heigh bo!" be exclaimed, with serene return of bis old cheer, "it's about time are were siarting!" He Jcmptd to his feet r.nd began brush ing tbe dust off his clothes. When be bad done he walked out upon tbe run of trench and stretched himself t».« m!m m; *• nones CTataeC. Again the bidden bead shot forth from Its concealment. A sadden turn and Captain Kuia would certainly nave been startled For it w as a weird object, this spying i«d. Captain Plum now put <« bis coai. buttoned it close to conceal tbe weap ons la tis b- It and walked along the narrow water run that crept like a white ribbon between tbe lake and tbe island wilderness. Xo sooner bad te d:»s;t.-'d 'tin the bushes and vine* behind the rock were torn asun der and a nan wormed bis way through them For an Instant he paused, itn. n*.g for reluming foot '*e:-s. si d then with startling agility darted to tbe beach and seized tbe crumpled letter. Tbe person who lew tbe greater part of the aft* moon bad been spying upon t'aptaia Kan from tbe security of tbe tfci- s-t was to all appearan-e-s a very small and a very old man. though there was something about him that aeeare-d to belie a first gl!*ws at bis age. His 'at* was emaciated; bis hair was white and bung In straggling fimwv on bis shoulders; bis totdu-d nose bore apparently the In! a!'-rede stamp of extreme age. Yet there was a strange and un canny strength and quickness in tls movements Tb*-re was no stoop to his shoulders. His head was set 1 •quareir His eyes were a* keen as meet It would hare been Impossible to have udd whether he was fifty or seventy. Eageriy be smoothed out the abused missive and evidently suc ceeded even in the falling light in de ciphering much of it. for the glimmer Of S am tie flashed over his thin fea tures as be thrust the paper Into his pocket tv it bout a ntoTueBt's hesitation fie set oat un the trial of Captain Plum A gwartor of n Bole down the |atb he overtook the objec t of hi* pursuit Ah. bow «o you do. sir*- he greet ed a* the younger man turned about heartng hi* approach. “A tniglty f*«t pare nan aettirg far an old aaa. «*r*" lie broke into a laugh that »ii not altog.tfecr unpleasant, and bold!* held oat a hand UVve ! he.a exporting yon. but—not la this I way. I hope there's nothing wrong?" j i vatrj pica bad accepted the i prcg.r a band. It* coldness and the j "Aguiar appearance of the old tran j ■'ho bad otisoa Ube an apparition j •- :i**i b*a In a moment. however. It; orrw «d to him that he was a victim i i mistaken Identity. As far aa he brew tb~re was no one cm Beaver j *a! *!* *aa c Xpert.ng bias. To tb* U a of his knowledge he was a 1 »«r.l fig t*. eg there. Ills crew aboard j be slo p had agreed open that point ] «tib .xtreae vehemence and to a man . [ W attempted to dttnad* hint from J mad tcujai epoa «hieh be was ! branching limaetf among the Mermens J a their (stand stronghold. All tbis ! . cam* to Un while the tittle old man | was lucking op Into his lac* chock- J • -ii-S. and shaking his hard a* If he J j »< r< oca cf the moat important and I Am greatty to be desired personages , ! * the »ortd Hope there’s nothing wrong. * Cw®?" he r-rested *Jugbt ns a trivet here, dad." re **»< the young mam. dropping the aaU hand that still persisted in ciing % Irg to his own. "But I guess you've got the wrong party. Who’s expecting me?" The old man’s face wrinkled itself In a grimace and one gleaming eye; opened and closed In an understanding wink. "Ho to. bo!—of coarse you’re not expected. Anyway, you’re not ex pected to he expected! Cautious—ai born general!—mighty clever thing to, do. Strang should appreciate It" The, old man gave vent to bis own approba tion in a series of inimitable chuckles.. "Is that your sloop out there?" he in-; quired Interestedly. Something in the strangeness of the situation began to interest Captain Plum. He had planned a little adven ture of his own. but here was one that promised to develop Into something more exciting. He nodded his head. "That's her." "Splendid cargo." went on the old man "Splendid cargo, eh T "Pretty fair." "Powder in good shape, eh?" “Dry aa tinder.” "And balls—lots of balls, and a few guns, eh?” “Yes. we Lave a few guns," said Captain Plum. The old man noted the emphasis, but the darkness that had fast fettled about them hid the added meaning that passed In a curious look over the other's face. "Odd way to come In, though—very odd!" continued the old man, gur gl eg and shaking as if the thought of It occasioned him great merriment. "Very cautious. Level business head. Want to know that things are on the square, eh?" "That's It!" exclaimed Captain PI urn* catching at the proffered straw. In wardly he was wondering when his feet would touch bottom. Thus far be bad succeeded In getting but a single grip on the situation. Some body was expected at Beaver island vlth loader and balls and guns. Well, be bad a certain quantity of these ma unas* aboard his sloop, and if he could make an agreeable bargain— The old man Interrupted the plan shat » a* slowly forming itself in Cap tain Plum s puzzled brain. “It's tlie price, eh?" He laughed shrewdly. "You want to see the color of the gold before you land the goods. I'll show it to you. I'll pay you the whole sum tonight. Then you'll take the *tuff where 1 tell you to. Eh? isn’t that so?” He darted ahead of t'uptain Plum with a quick alert move m- ;T "Will you please follow me, sir?" For an instant Cartaln Plum's Im pulse v.as to held back. In that in stant It suddenly occurred to him that h<- was lending himself to a rank im position. At the same time he was filled with a desire to go deeper into me adventure, and his blood thrilled with the thought of what it might hold for him. "Are you coming, sir?" The little old man had stopped a '• r. ; ■ - s away and turned ex pectantly "I tell you again that you've got the wrong man dad!" "Will you follow me. sir?" "Well, if you'll have it so—damned ' 1 won't!" cried Captain Plum. He f* It that he had relieved his con •:«nce, anyway. If things should de •. i-lop badly for bim during the next hours no one could say that he had lied So he followed light-heart edly after the old man, his eyes and ear* alert, an 1 his right hand, by force of habit, reaching under his coat to the butt of hi* pistol. His guide said not another word until they had trav * 1--J for hall an hour along a tw Uting path and s!>>od at last on the bald sum suit of a knoll from which they could look down upon a number of lights twinkling dimly a quarter of a mile away. One of these lights gleamed above all the others, like a beacon set among fireflies "That * St. James." said the old man H s voice had changed. It was low and soft, as though he feared to s|*ak above a whisper. "St James!'* The young man at his side gazed Jowt. silently upon the scattered lights, his heart throbbing in a sudden tu mult of excitement. He had set out that day with the idea of resting his eye* cm ST James. In Its silent mys tery the town tow lay at his feet "And that light—" spoke the old man. He pointed a trembling arm to ward the glare that shone more power fully than the others. "That light marks the sacred home of the king!* "You mean—" 'Strang'" He started rapidly down the knoll and there floated back to Captain Plum the soft notes of his meaning less chuckle. A dozen rods farther on r*i - mysterious guide turned into a by path which led them to another knoll, capped by a good-sized building made of logs. There sounded the grating of a key in a lock, the shooting of a bolt, and a door opened to admit them. You will pardon me if 1 don t light up." apologized the old man as he led the way in. “A candle will be suffi cient, You know there must be privacy in these matters—always. Eh? Isn't that so?" Captain Plum followed wjtliout" re ply lie guessed that the, cabin was made up of one large room, and that at the present time, at least. It pcs e- sed no ether occupant than the singular creature who had guided him to it. "It is as well, on this particular night, that no light is seen at the window." continued the old man as he rummaged about a table for a match and a candle. "1 have a little corner back here that a candle will brighten up nicely and no one In the world will know it. Ho. ho. ho!—how nice It Is to have a quiet little corner stinetlmca! Eh. Captain Plum?" At the sound of his name Captain Plum started as though an unexpected band bad suddenly been laid upon him. So be was expected, after all. and his fame *«s known! For a moment bis surprise robbed him of the power of speech. The little old man bad ' gfated bis candle, and. grinning back over bis shoulder, passed through a narrow cut in the wall that could hard ly be called a door and planted bis light an a table that stood in the cen ter of a small room, or closet, not more than five feet square. Then ho coolly pulled Captain Plum's old let ter from his pocket and smoothed it out In the dim light. fTO BE COXTXXrKDJ I New News a I Governorship Cost Him $8X ._ ^ & i That Was All Joel Parker Spent In Hia Successful Campaign to Be Chief Executiva of New Jersey. Joel Parker, who died in 1SS8. at the age of seventy-two. gained na tional distinction at the time of the Civil war because, although elected governor of New Jersey as a Demo crat, he was nevertheless one of the most efficient and zealous of all the war governors of the north. His unique distinction. In fact, was that he was the great Democratic war governor of the Union. He served from 1562. to 1866 and In 1876 he was the favorite son of the New Jersey Democrats for the presidential nom ination. Five years before Governor Par ker s party became very much dis turbed by the understanding that the Republicans were going to nominate for governor a very rich manufactur er—Cornelius Walsh, by name—who. j it was understood, had expressed a willingness to contribute a very large sum of money in support of his can J didacy. In their pertubation the Democratic leaders sought out Gov ! ernor Parker at his home In Free hold. "\\ ell," replied the war governor, after a few moments of thought, “I have just got Into the full swing of my law practise again, and for me to drop it all would mean a considerable monetary sacrifice. Still, if my party makes a sincere call for me I will listen to it, upon this one condition, that I shall not spend any money, that my party shall not spend any money, except for absolutely neces sary expens&s, in the campaign, and that you will make the campaign up on this issue." The condition was accepted by the Democratic leaders. Governor Parker was duly nominated and in the ex citing campaign that toilowed there was plenty of evidence that his op ponent was spending a large amount of money. Nevertheless, when the votes were counted, it was found that the Democratic war governor had triumphed. The day following the election— and here comes in the new news— Governor Parker, in his capacity as a lawyer, was obliged to appear before the supreme court of the state In Trenton. The first thing he did after arriving in the capital city was to hunt up a barber shop, in front of which, as the successful candidate was being shaved, a large crowd of the curious gathered. In due course the governor, smooth as to chin, started to pay the barber. He felt in one pocket—no money. In dismay he turned to the barber, when a friend rushed up and offered his purse, while the crowd outside, quick to grasp the little comedy, cheered frantically. A moment later Governor Parker had taken his 6tand upon the thresh old of the shop. ‘ Fellow citizens." he said, “I began the campaign which ended yesterday with the understanding that 1 was to spend no money to secure my election and that my party was to spend none, except for printing and other absolute ly necessary incidentals. When I be gan my campaign I started out from my home in Freehold with a ten^lcllar bill in my pocket. I 6poke in every county in the state and every day for the past two weeks. When I arrived at my home the night before election I found that I had just two dollars left of that ten-dollar bill. Eight dollars was all I had spent to make my cam paign. As counsel for the railroad company. I am privileged to rtde upon a pass, and in that way I traveled from meeting place to meeting place. The hotel proprietors throughout the state insisted upon receiving me as a guest without pay, r.nd I have also been entertained at private bouses. As for the two dollars I had left ove when 1 got back home, I spent them for postage stamps in order to send letters in reply to those which had accumulated during my absence. “So, you see, my friends, we have shown that it is possible tor a guber natorial candidate to be victorious in New Jersey without the use of money. Still, because of this fact, I have just bad an embarrassing moment. I gave so little thought to money during the campaign that it apparently has be come a habit, for when I left home to come to Trenton I didn’t think to supply myself with money, and you have just seen that I was actually obliged to ask the barber to bang up the shave!” It was a little confession that tick led the crowd immensely, and as the famous Democratic war governor went on his way to the court bouse a great throng followed him, cheering him tc the echo when he entered the building . (Copyright. 1910. by F.. J. Edwards. Ah Rights Reserved.) Hobby Cost Nation a Hero General Terry, When a Young Court j Clerk, Was an Enthusiastic Student of War and Its Strategy. In the history of the Civil war Gen. Alfred H. Terry is known as the hero ef Fort Fisher, since he was the man who, in January of 1S65, led the suc cessful assault upon the last remain ing important stronghold of the Con federacy upon the Atlantic seaboard. Eleven years later, as a brigadier gen eral in the regular army, he again came prominently before the country as the commander of the main column which drove Sitting Bull and his fol lowers into Canada after the Custer massacre on the Little Big*Horn. One of the leading New Haven, Conn., men of other days who never tired of talking of General Terry was the late Judge E. K. Foster, who was for many years prosecuting attorney Stories of Garfield’s Death Col. Ingersoll's Army Experience Con vinced Him President’s Wound Was Mortal—Guiteau Didn't Say “I’m a Stalwart.” Not without a little pride I look back on the fact that the newspaper reports I sent from Washington from day to day following the shooting of President Garfield by Guiteau accu rately foreshadowed the president's death. And, curiously enough, one of the incidents that caused me right from the start to take a most serious view of the nature of the president’s wound occurred not more than an hour after Garfield had been shot down in the railroad station. Garfield had been carried to one of the executive offices on the. second floor of the station, and while the phy sicians worked over him and we who were representing the press of the country were gathered on the floor below. I beheld Col. Robert G. Inger soll coming down the stairs that led to the upper tier of offices. I knew him well, and, hastening up to him. asked: “Have you seen the presi dent?” For a moment he could not control his emotions sufficiently to speak. Then he nodded, and in a voice that I shall never forget, for the awe that was In it. said: "The wound Is a mortal one. 1 know it; my army experience taught me many things about gunshot wounds. When I went into the room Garfield recognized me and tried to speak encouragingly, but his voice was almost In a whisper. He Is lying on a sort of improvised couch and I stood beside him. and then, as I had beer, told that he had been shot in the back, it occurred to me that If the spinal column had been injured 1 could quickly discover it Unobserved by any one. 1 reached over and very firmly pinched the flesh just above the ankle. There was not the slightest movement of the muscles. Then I pinched the calf of the leg. and again there was no response of any sort A third time I made a similar test, and I saw that they were absolutely with out sensation and that he was pow erless to use them. I said to myself then, and 1 say it to you now, that the wound is a mortal one. The bullet has either torn the spinal cord or has broken the backbone, and be canno| recover.” The post mortem following Gar field's death justified in some measure though not completely, the diagnosis which Colonel Ingersoll had made to me while the physicians were deciding j that the president's spinal cord had not been touched by the bullet. Some months after Guiteau had been executed Colonel Ingersoll told me of another interesting incident con nected with Garfield’s assassination. “You will recall, of course." said the great agnostic, “that following Gui teau’s arrest the report went all over the country that the poor fool had ex claimed. triumphantly, Tm a Stal wart! I'm a Stalwart!’ when he was arrested. And you remember, of course, that that statement led to a suspicion that some of the members of the Stalwart wing of the Repub lican party had entered into a con spiracy with Guiteau to ’remove’ Gar field, so that Arthur could succeed him. “Now, Guiteau never said such a thing. I was hurrying to the railroad station as an officer of the law was leading Guiteau away to the police station, and. naturally. 1 stopped an I instant to get a glimpse of the assas- j sin.. He was talking to the policeman, who said nothing, and 1 heard Guiteau say as plainly as now I hear my own voice: ‘It's all right. It's all right.’ That was just what he said and noth ing else, and It was the similarity in > the’sound of the words of the two j phrases that led to the report that i Guiteau had excused and defended his j act by saying: Tm a Stalwart! I'm ! a Stalwart!’ Yet had I told what 1 knew to be the truth concerning his exclamation at the time the country was excited over the false report. I be lieve I would have been laughed or lioo'ed down.” (Copyright. ialO. by E. J Edwards.) of New Havea county, and who pre sided over the New Haven mass meet ing which Lincoln addressed a few days after he had delivered his Coop er Union speech. I knew Air Terry as a hoy here in New Haven and as a student at Tale, said the judge to me when I called upon him in the summer of 1872, and I was one of the men who helped to get him appointed clerk of the su perior court of the state back in 1854, w hile he was still two or three years under thirty. You see, he had gradu ated from the Yale law school some 5 ears before, but, somehow, he didn't seem to be able to make the law go, and so we got him the clerkship "That was the year the Crimean war broke out, and It hadn't been go ing on long before those of us who knew him well discovered that ‘Air Terry was taking a sudden and in tense interest in the progress of the campaign being conducted against Russia by the allies. Why. he became so deeply immersed in the subjed that he actually neglected his duties as clerk of the court a bit. and not being content to get the latest news of the war at the breakfast table, like the rest of us. he got into the habit of going to a newspaper office and sit ting there by the hour in the evenings, awaiting such news as might come in about the siege of Sebastopol and other events. He became esneciallv excited about the war on the days that he knew a European mail was due—we had no cables then—and not infrequently on mail days he remained at the newspaper office awaiting war news until the paper went to press. "He carried his war enthusiasm still further. He got together as good a col lection of maps of the war zone as he could possibly lay his hands on. As news from the front drifted across the Atlantic he traced upon his maps, so far as he was able, the movements of the troops. ‘ The Crimean war ended. I daresay that ‘Air Terry had a better knowl edge of the strategy employed by both sides than any other man in the state, nr in several states, for that matter. He wrote and talked incessantly about it. vet for the* diplomacy connected with the war. or the politics that caused it, he knew practically nothing and cared less. And when the brief campaign of the French against the . Austrians was en in 1859, he spent a 1 ' his spare time studying the reports ' reaching this country of the battles ol Solferino and Magenta. "Two years later. President Lincoln issued his first call for volunteers, an ! Air Terry, who In the meantime ha l gained the rank of colonel in the state militia through devotion to his hobby, went to Bull Run at the head of the Seventh Connecticut infantry, and his was one of the few regiments that re tired from that field in good order and helped to check the stampede. "The rest of his career the world Snows," concluded Judge Foster. “But [ sometimes think that, if ‘Air Terry ind not suddenly been seized with the doa to study the Crimean war seven rears before our great war broke, he irobably would have remained un inown to fame and would have rusted ?nt behind the desk of the clerk ot mr superior court.” (Copyright. 1I>;0. by E. J. Edwards. ► It the Earth Turned Faster Many Odd Thing* That 'Would Happen If Globe Changed Its Speed. Conjecture has often been made as to what would happen If the earth wore to rotate faster upon its axis than it does. Of course if it went 18 tines as fast as it does now, bodies at the equator would weigh nothing—a person would jump into the air and fail to come down again. A man might weigh 200 pounds at the poles and nothing at the equator, while his weight would vary for Intermediate points. If he approached the equator he would get lighter, and if he receded from it he would get heavier. A man could carry a house on his shoulders very near the equator, while near eith er pole he could only carry what one can now. On this account labor would be very dear near the poles and very cheap near the equator. It would cer tainly be latere: ting to know w hich ^ectica cl the earth would bo most j populous—whether every one would go north for good wages or go south for j cheap workmen. The railroad prob lem would be momentous, unless the railroads all ran east and west, when a uniform rate would obtain on any particular east-and-west line. Joume: s to the south would be even more popular than they are now. for they would make everyone feel better and in buoyant spirits; more •-prightly. too. so that people would walk farther without getting tired, and could jump over any obstacle that pre sented itself without coming down with too hard a thump. Therg is no planet known that has such a rapid rotation as is pictured here, but there are several where man would weigh a great deal less than on the earth. On the moon a man would weigh only SO or $0 pounds and could jump as many feet without suffering serious discomfort. But this state of affairs obtains over the whole planet, because it is due to absence of gravi tative force and cot to centrifugal, as would be the case on the rapidly rotat ing earth.—Harper’s Weekly. He Got' His Lunch*. Salooa men who provide free lunch es can tell many tales or imposition by ravenous customers, but the most masterly achievement in the art of • working an easy victim has been re ported by a Columbus avenue pub ! ,icatl who last week received the fol i lowing note from a steady patron *1 am laid up with a lame back and cant get down for my glass of beer ! today. The bearer of this note will fetch it to me. Along with the beer please send the amount of lunch I usually eat when 1 come in to take a nip. I d get it if I was there, so why not send it?" "Nerve don't begin to spell what ails him." said the salooa man. "but Just because he did have something that nerve wouldn't spell he got his flee lunch." ---- Forgive the man who smites you on one cheek and he will generally you on the other. JULIA WARD HUE Another Grand Old Woman Dies at Advanced Age. Ferrous Author, Lecturer and Worker Along Lines Which Elevate Human ity— Wrote the "Battle Hymn of the Republic." ''ostou.—Another of the grand old women of the world passed away la the death of Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, fatuous as an author and lecturer. Roved under the weight 01 31 years, the noted philanthropist succur.-S-ed to an attack of pneumonia. The er. i came peacefully rt her summer hot- Oak Gieu. in a suburb of Newport R. I. Julia Ward Howe, who will s .naps be remembered best as author -_f the ■Rattle Hymn of the Republic was .err. in New York city near t Bat tery on May 12. 1S1? Her Uher. / aiuuel Ward, a Rhode Island m. u. was -.he grandson of Gov. Samuel \\ * rd. of that State, who was a member of the first and second constitutional con gresses. Mrs. Howe's paternal grand father was & colonel in the revolution ary war, and her paternal grandmother was a daughter of Gov. Greene of Rhode Island. Her mother was Julia Cutler, the grandniece of Gen. Francis Marion of South Carolina, a descend ant of the French Huguenots. During a visit to Boston she met Dr. Samuel G. Howe, a teacher of the • blind and a philanthropic physician. They were married in 11-43. and Boston became their home. She ably helped her husband in his labors for the pub lic good. They traveled much abroad. Mrs. Howe bad written altogether many books, besides poems and essays, addresses, and the famous "Battle Hymn of the Republic," by which she is best knovn, and which she hersoli loved best of all her literary works The story of the writing of the hymn is familiar to nearly everyone. It was In the first year of the Civil war. Just outside of Washington, where she hac gone tc w itness a parade and had beer induced to speak a few words to the soldiers returning singing "Johr Brown’s Body." she was asked by Rev Dr. James Freeman Clarke, ‘‘my deat old pastor." to put more suitable worde to the inspiring tune. At first she re I---1 Mrs. Julia Ward Howe. | "used, but in the gray of the following | htorning The inspiration same to her ‘ and, leaving her bed. she found a bit | 3i paper and pencil and jetted down hese words: Mice eyes have seen the glory of the com ing cf the Lord: He is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored: He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. f have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps; They have budded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; t can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His day is marching on. I have r"ad a fiery gospel, writ in bur nished rows of steel; "As you deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shad deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel. Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of me before His judgment seat; OT be swift, my soul, to answer !i ->! be Jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the Wiles Ci was born across the sea. With a glory in His bosom that tra o.lg ures you and me; As he died to make men holy. lot us die to make men free. While God is marching on In the interest of anti-slavery. Mrs. Howe assisted her husband In tho editorship of a paper. The Boston Com monwealth She was a leader in the woman suffrage movement with Elisa beth Cady Stanton and Susan B An thony. became one of the editors of The Woman’s Journal, the organ of ;fce movement, and as a Vnitarian she frequently preached from the pulpit of Rev. Dr Freeman Clarke. Fcr 40 rears she labored conservatively and ably to bring about the enfranchise ment of her sex. She was founder of he New England Women’s club, which was a pioneer organisation n the movement for votes for women. Hr. Howe died in 1ST8. and In her widowhood Mrs. Howe turned her Ufa to literature, following out his Ideals pud her own. She was the recipient of i degree from Smith college and has seen honored on many occasions. Her last public appearance In New York was at the Hudson-Fulton celebration. An Apartment Mausoleum. Cincinnati.—A company has been iormed in Cincinnati to erect and rent n mausoleum. This Is to be a large building, where bodies may be taken by survivors who own no burial plot tnd who have no desire to buy one There will be compartments la the Oulldtcg. arranged like shelves In a ibrary. and on these the bodies are :o be placed. By an etarorating proc >ss they will be reduced to dust. R s the purpose of the undertakers of his business scheme to rent or sell om part men ts of all sites, ranging from the *singl»" to the "large fane. Jy* site.