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CHAl'TEH VIII. (Continued.)
Dr. Carter, terribly agitated, lays bis
hand on Mrs. Houvcrle's.
"We may prepare for the very worst.
After the Judge's charge they will
bring him In guilty. My poor friend.
11 will be more thtin you can bear.
Come with me now."
The mother's head Is bowed, her lips
form a faint "No." Then with an ef
fort she raises herself and looks stead
ily nt her son, who must know him
self that his cause has been lost.
His counsel sits with bent head and
moody face. Theio la a mystery In the
Fortraven bank robbery Unit even he
cannot fathom, unless, Indeed, the
prisoner Is tho hardened criminal eo
aptly described by the Judge as he
thundered out to the Jury the sin of
one law for the rich and another for
the poor.
There Is not long to wait. The Jury
come tiacK to tneir uox wuu uvn
minds made up.
"Guilty!"
Every one expected It, but yet a
thrill as of horror shudders over tho
crowd as the wind sighs and waves
over a field of corn a wave of feeling
that makes itself felt. Then, for the
first time, despair, dark and terrible,
whitens tho prisoner's face. He hears
his mother's broken utterance of his
name, and his eyes turn to her with a
passion of regret; then he nerves him
self to receive his sentence.
Even Sebastian Savllle turns cold as
lie listens.
The Judge is n stern Judge, and de
termined not to let the prisoner's po
sition stand in the way of being made
an example of. Five years' penal serv
itude Is tho least he can give Ave
years In which this hardened sinner
will have time to repent. Before he
prouounces the sentence ho delivers a
homily on the sin of gambling, thp
yearly Increasing sin of betting on ev
ery race. He points out how, In this
case. It has brought tho prisoner at the
bar to temptation and sin, and finally
to the awful position In which he now
btands. And then the dreadful sen
tencefive years' penal servitude; and
George Douverlo, white as death, like
a man going to the scaffold, goes from
the dock out of the sight of his fellow
men.
His mother's eyes, dry with an ag
ony that is tearless, gaze after him.
"Will they let mo seo him?" she says
a little wildly.
"My son, my darling!"
Ay, were ho tho sinner the trial has
proved him to be, he Is hers still, the
roothor-love Is his In Bpuo 01 an.
"I will try and arrange an inter
view," Dr. Carter says huskily. "My
poor friend, nothing I can say can
comfort you. There, there, try and
fight off the falntness; lot me take you
Into the air."
Sympathetic voices whisper, "She is
his mother," as tho doctor pushes his
way out through the crowd, half car
rying Mrs. Douverie, who foels as If
her heart were breaking.
They had told her not to hope, that
the Crown was sure of a conviction,
but tho hope had not died till tho
words five years' penal servitude fell
on her oars. Up to that moment the
mother had believed In some proof of
George's Innocence being produced.
It is all over new. He has been led
away a free man no longer, to live out
a hideous nightmare of days and
weeks and years, crushed, ruined and
disgraced; and he had said he was Innocent!
homeward bound steamer, her face full
of hope ns every throb of tho screw
brings her a moment nearer to seeing
George again. Her father's death hnd
been a shock, but hardly In ono sense
a grief; for she had not seen him since
her childhood and retained only a very
faint memory of nn austere, silent man
who seldom spoko to her. She has
been told that hhe Is rich,' that her
lather's will has left her everything
completely and unconditionally. She
:nay marry whom she chooses. Tho
news of so much wealth had come as
a surprise on Barbara; she can hardly
realize It yet.
In her deep mourning she sits on n
deck, with grave, steady eyes looking
over the tossing waves, and thinking
of George. What a surprise It will
be to him to find he Is to have a rich
wife!
"I will help him to uso this money
wisely and well," muses Barbara, lit
tle dreaming that behind prison bars
the man she loves Is living through
the nrfet awful days of his Bcntence
days when despair clutches at tho
heart, when tho terrible realization of
tho horror of the life breaks down tho
manhood, when even trust In tho
mercy of God seems but a mockery.
years Is a good slice out of a life, and
they say convict lite has a degrading
liuluenee. While nro you golns, Bar
bara?" as, with ono wounded, Indig
nant look, Barbara moves towards tho
door.
"1 am going to save George," tho
gill savs. In volco rising with n kind
of triumphant ring. "I shall crosj
over t Dublin tonight. No, Sebastian,
do not say ono word. I am going to
prove George Hinivcrlo'a Innocence."
"I fear yon are attempting an impos
slbln feat." snears Sebastian, a dull
(lush spreading over Ills face.
Barbara, with her hand on tho door,
lifts her glorious eyes.
"He Is innocent. It was I who lent
him tho money. 1 forced him to tako
It. nnd It was for my sake ho kept
silence. Oh, I see it all now!" sho
cries, with a little Irrepressible sob.
"If I had been there It could never
have happened! The hundred pounds
was mine, only he was too honorablo
to make my name public!" a loving,
tender look sweeping over her face.
(To be continued.)
THEIR COURTSHIP:
HEALTH AND GOOD LOOKS.
It Is the same evening; but tho glad,
bright morning has turned to rain, and
tho drops race down tno winuuw
panes. Sebastian Savllle sits opposite
his mother at tho other end of the
long dinner table. His face beara an
expression of satisfaction. Thoy aro
discussing tho all-absorbing topic of
tho bank robbery.
"Tho Judgo charged dead against
him," Sebastian says, filling his wine
glass. "The Jury was not ten minutes
out of their box."
Mrs. Savllle, as usual, regally attired
In satin and lace, smlleB half disagree
ably. it Ir very fortunate It was all over
beforo Barbara's return. She will hard
ly care for going on with her farce of
an engagement now."
"Hardly!" sneers Mr. Savllle, lean
ing back In luxurious contentment.
"Even Barbara wouldn't bo mad
enough to wish to marry a convict!"
Then ho stands up and strolls over to
..... .inniv "Whnt a wet nlsht! I
lilt? r "" --- ,
euggest we try nnd forget tho Bou
verlo cpUode. "What do you Bay to our
taking Barbara to London, or abroad,
or somewhere? She'll get over It soon
enough."
"A very good suggestion," Mrs. ba
Tlllo returns. "I ara sorry for Mrs.
Bouverle, of course, but for hor un-
m.-ltiolnlfln' non I haVO HO pity. It Will
rest with yourself, Sebastian, to -win
Barbara. I tnnm a iour uu w ""
tlnent would bo tho best plan. Being
In mourning, wo could not go to any
gaieties, and tho Court would bo de
pressing Just now for Barbara."
While mother and aon are amicably
arranging over Barbara's future, Bar
bara herself la sitting on board a
CHAPTER IX.
"Have you quite made up your mind
to resign?"
Mr. Kelly, the bank manager, puts
tho question to the cashier, who has
asked for nn Interview, and has an
nounced his Intention of resigning hiB
post at the bank.
In nnswer to Mr. Kelly's question,
Mr. Grey lifts his eyes from the con
templation of tho carpet.
"Yes, sir, 1 have made up my mind.
I have never been tho same since that
day. Every time the bank door opens
my heart beats, it has affected my
health, Mr. Kelly Indeed It has!"
"In that case you had better go,"
says the manager. "What do you
think of doing?"
"I have a brother in America; he
will get me work," Mr. Grey says,
rather evasively. "And, Mr. Kelly, I
never told you that I am a marrieu
man. My wife was beneath me In po
sition, nnd I kept it secret. It Is
chiefly to please her I am going to
America."
"Well, I hope you will get on,' re
plies Mr. Kelly, "but you have a good
berth here, and would be likely to get
"I know nil that; but my wife is ex
tmvneant: I Kive her all my salary.
Oh, you don't know what an anxiety
It all Is!" explnlns tno casnier, gumm
ing round with his frightened gaze.
"You don't look well, Mr. Grey, and
I am sorry your marriage Is an unhap
py one. Perhaps you aro wise to emi
grate, after all."
The interview Is ended, nhd Mr.
Grey goes back to his work, a crushed,
depressed looking figure. He Is nerv
ous and starting at every sound. Ho
has never been tho Bnme since the nt
tack made on him at tho time of the
robbery; the shock left him a perfect
wreck.
A carriage rolls down tho street and
passes tho bank. Mr. Grey sees It
driving by as he looks over the wire
blind of the bank window. It la tho
carriage from tho Court, with two men
on tho box In faded claret livery, nnd
In it aro seated Mrs. saviue ami ner
son, en route for London, to meet Bar
.irn nn her return from Tasmanln.
Tho Court Is to bo half shut up, and
the few servants remaining in charge
are to be left on board wages, for It is
not Mrs. Savlllo's Intention to return
until tho marriage between Barbara
and Sebastian has taken pluce.
Three days later Barbara herself
stands before her mint, with blazing
blue eyes looking out from the white
ness of her face. She has landed only
this morning, nnd Sebastian met her,
and brought her straight to tho hotel
whero his mother Is staying.
Mrs. Savllle, with heartless callous
ness, has told her niece of the bank
robbery, and the crime nnu pumsu
nent of George Bouverle.
Anger and pity swell tho girl's heart
to bursting. George In prison! Words
seem to choke her. Sho cannot speak,
but stands with her hands locked to
gether, staring nt her aunt
Sebastian regards her critically.
"My dear Barbara, Bouverle was al
ways a bad lot." ho says calmly. "Tol
erably good looking, I grant you, but
quite unprincipled. Ho was bound to
come to grief."
Barbara turns Blowly.
"You aro not speaking the truth,
nnd vnu know It!" sho cries, with sud
den passion. "If I had only known, if
I had only known'." hor eyes wide
and full of pain.
Mrs, Bavlllo, In her sablo draperies,
Rwpens across tho room.
"My dear child, try and be thankful
that you have escaped without having
your name mentioned with Bitch a
man. Not a soul knows of any fool
ish nonsense between you."
"It was no nonsense!" Barbara saya
(Irmly. "I was engaged to Georgo
Bouverle when I left home, I nm en
meciI to him still!"
There Is pride and determination In
tho young face.
Mrs. Savllle gives a short laugh.
"You will have plenty of tlmo, dear,
to test your constancy and his. Flvo
SiiiiirtliliiR IWMI May ln LvuriuHl from
mi Artrrmt' IJtjM'rU'iu1.
One of the most admired of Amcrl
rnn nptrnhses. both for her grace anil
comeliness, has been divulging some of
the secrets by which she has preserved
her beauty. "Vigilance," she says, "la
the first requisite. I am over on tho
alert and when I discover traces of
fatigue or any other beauty-destroying
svmptoniB In my face or figure I set
about remedying It at once. 1 don't
nttempt to be anything but a profes
sional woman during tne uicairicai
season. I don't receive and I tion i go
to other people's houses I simply
haven't time, nnd I don't make It. My
mode of life Is very simple. I sleep
nlno or ten hours ns a rule never lesi
than eight. I cat regularly and hearti
ly, and avoid everything that would bo
apt to give me indigestion. Indiges
tion 1b a powerful foo to beauty, a
greater foe than age, as great oven ns
worry. I walK every nay, ram ui
shine, nnd I wenr n corded corset wolst
and stout tlat-hceled boots. I try not to
worry, no matter what happens, nnd I
never tire myself unnecessarily. My
method la so very simple few women
would care to try It. It has no balms
or diets, and I don't oven go In for
fnncv baths. A warm bnth nt night and
a cold bath In the morning are good
enough for me. On Sundays I dontt
have to go to the theater, but 1 don't
devote It to lolling or receiving visi
tors. I hnve my usual amount of exer
cise and then devote most of tho dny
to manicure and hairdresser. When
one's hair Is five feet long and very
thick It Is not nn ensy task to have u
shampooed. How do-1 keep the samp
weight alt tho tlmo? Why, by vigi
lance nnd determination. If I gain a
pound I Immediately stop drinking
water at meals and give up sugar for
a while. If tho bones In my neck begin
to show I eat bananas and cream and
put an extra spoonful of oil in my
Bnlnd. It's bo simple, but, of courso, It
precludes much pleasure."
"This sort of game la all well, but
If It lasts much longer I shall be a
perfect wreck." said Arthur Mason to
himself one evening, an he sat g.ulng
thoughtfully at this fireplace. 'Tor the
last six months I have been head over
heels In love with Vera Frny.iind. what
Is worse, not had the pluck to tell her
so. But she Is such a peculiar girl"
he argued in self-defense). "If It was
any one else 1 wouldn't hesitate a mo
ment." Mason was a man of about 'jr,, nnd
as full of p-uslon nnd sentiment as a
man well could be. But he had been
brought up In orthodox English Btylo
with many sharp lessons never to be
tray his feelings. These lessons had
been so hammered Into him In his
youth that he found now that even
against his own wishes It was almost
impossible to show what his real opin
ion wn of anything that affected his
likes or dislikes. When he was most
happy people thought him sad.und vice
veiha. It was. perhaps, on account of
the peculiar way he had of looking at
things that ho Invariably saw the fun
ny side first, sometimes on the most
serious occasions.
His passion for Vera at times made
him laugh, and when on the verge of
proposing to hor tho thought would
strike him how foolish ho would look.
The truth of It was. he knew too much
of tho world, and tho love affairs of
his friends had appeared ridiculous to
him.
Ono of the chief attractions of Vera
in his opinion was her passive nature,
and It was that perhaps which made
him falter. The Idea of her being In
lovo seemed absurd to him.
The week following tho self-com-munlngs
Just recorded, he knew that
Vera would ho at a dinner party to
which he had also been Invited, nnd
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INVENTION AND APPETITB.
Jruit Thinker Are. Homollnie Orcat
ICnter.
Sometimes the ability to meet a
prolonged nnd highly productive men
tal strain la curiously linked with tho
ability to digest a hearty meal; which
is another wny of saying that great
thinkers nro sometimes great eaters.
ThlB may be especially the case where
great thinkers have really nau very
little to eat. This story is ioiu uy
Chicago paper, evidently on the au
thority of Mr. Teala himself, of a
somewhat amusing experience which
Nikola Tesla once hnd when in Mr.
Edison's employ. Mr. Edison had a
laboratory In PnrlB, and to this estab
lishment, when n student, Nikola Tea
la wont to ask for work. Tho labora
tory was In charge of a foreman nam
ed Fulton, who told Tesla that he
would employ him, but only on tho
condition that ho "would work." Tesla
said he would, and he did, to such pur
nnsn that for two days and nights he
did not close his eyes. At tho end of
the first fortnight ho had not had
forty-eight hours of sleep. The fore
man hero Intervened and ordered tho
young man to rest. "We have both,
been under a strain," ho said. "Let us
go nnd get a good meal." He took
Tesla to a restaurant, and ordered ono
of tho biggest and thickest stcaka that
could bo bought nnywhore. It was
onnrmous. With it there wero various
garnlBhlngs, which mado lor tno two
men a hearty meal. But whon they
had finished it, something in tho
young student's look led Mr. Fulton to
sny: "Is there anything else you
would like? You aro out with me, you
know, and I wish you would order
anything you wnnt." Tesla looked
around vaguely for a moment, as If
making up his mind, and then Bald:
Mr. Fulton. If you don't mind, I
would llko another Bteak!" Youths'
Companion.
At to the Teeth,
Sound teeth not only add to one's
omfort, but they prevent disease.
Many diseases of the eye, ear, and cav
ItleB of the head are traceable to un
sound teeth, and there is not a dlseaao
to which the body Is liable that Is not
nKRravated by an unhealthy condition
of the teeth. Eyo diseases are espe
cially common ns tho rcsultB of poor
teeth. These affections may vary from
a simple dimness of sight to total
blindness, the symptoms, howevor,
usually dlaappearlng when tho teeth
are attended to. Poor teeth ore, more
over, a common cause of Indigestion,
for ood digestion can take place only
when the food Is thoroughly masti
cated, and this demands sound and
healthy teeth. Proper caro of teeth
during childhood often means preven
tion of much trouble later in Ufa.
ho determined, If nn occnslon arose
for a serious talk, to have the matter
settled. How ho would manage It ho
did not daro to decide; chance, he
thought, would havo to be his guide.
Mrs. Falrburn's drawing room wns
packed on the night of the dinner.
So much bo thnt poor Mason's heart
sank. If Vera did como his opportun
ity for a tctc-a-tcto with her appeared
small. Sho was a popular person, and
he know sho would ho dragged off to
entertain Bomo of tho "HonB" of tho
evening.
Tho Falrburns houso luckily boast
ed ono of tho finest gardens In Sus
sex, and If ho could persuade his Idol
to go for a stroll In that garden ho
meant to do so.
At dinner Vera Bat directly opposite
him. and he Inwardly blessed his host
ess for not crowding tho tablo with
flowors, ferns, or ornaments, which
would have hidden her charming, clear
cut features from him. Whon looking
at her a calm always camo over him,
that he could not explnln. Even when
absent from her, ho generally pictured
her aa a limpid spring from which
peace was always flowing. Nothing
on earth, ho imagined, could over ruf
fle her.
Tho dinner passed off perfectly. All
seemed thoroughly pleased with them
selves and tho world In general.
It was an hour later, and he was
sitting by Vcra's side In the drawing
room. They wero enjoying an animat
ed discussion on Borne topic of public
Interest, and no chance had so far
presented itself. At last, in pure des
peration. Arthur blurted out, during n
slight fall In tho tide of argument:
"This room Is terribly close; shall we
finish our llttlo controversy In tho gar
den?" Vera was nothing loath.
It was n lovoly night; tho sky was
a mass of twinkling stars, and tho
moon gave a light that ono could
easily read by. Such a moment seemed
specially ordained for love-making,
love whlBpered In the trees nnd echoed
in the bushes. And yet these two still
continued to disagree, as If such ro
mantic evenings were Intended for tho
battledore and shuttlecock of social
commonplaces,
They had by now wandered to nn nr
bor, and without either of them draw
ing attention to It. they entered nnd
eat down In tho two deck chairs It
boasted. Vera tried to continue tho
subject at Issue, but Arthur remained
silent. In this wise tho conversation
6topped, and each becamo absorbed,
for the first tlmo, In the beauty and
the stillness of tho night. Presently
with startling abruptness, tho Bilenco
was broken upon.
"Vera," said Arthur, turning toward
her, "would yon enro to marry mo?"
It was not. by a long wny, tho first
time sho had received a similar re
quest, for sho had been vainly courted
by the richest nnd highest In tho coun
try. So vainly, Indeed, that people
wore even beginning to hint of the
shelf when speaking of her. But
whether It was tho fliiililonnnm of tho
request or the personality of hltu who
made It, for the minute her confusion
was obvlmiH, though luckily Mr her
the friendly moon did not light up this
llttlo arbor. Calming herself Imme
diately, and looking quickly up at hor
companion. Vera queried: "Why do
you ni,k? You don't think I'm In lovo
with you. do you?"
"No. In fact I'm suro you aro not."
"Then that settles the question
without further trouble," said Vera,
carefully rearranging her idinwl and
establishing herself In n more com
fortable position, ns If some Knotty
problem had Just been solved.
"Not at all, for you haven't answer
ed me."
"You have answered yourself,
though; you would hardly marry n
woman who did not love you."
"That's one of the reasons- 1 nm nsk
ing you." replied thli cool diplomatist,
slowly lighting a elgaret.
"Then beforo answering." fiho said.
ntuienrlntr to be Interested In this
strange species of proposal, "let me
question you. Do you lovo mo?"
"No, I don't."
"Then why on earth do you talk
such rubbish? How can you wish to
marry me?"
"Simply because neither of us Is In
lovo with the other, which shows that
we are both mentally and physically In
sound health."
"You consider, then, thnt lovo Is n
dlsehso; In fact. I suppose," sho added,
sardonically, "a kind of disordered
liver?"
"Exactly. But let me put tho enso
before you nronerly." said Arthur, ris
ing and walking up and down In front
of her as ho spoke. "You nnd I havo
been friends for twelve years, and by
now know each other thoroughly. I
nm thankful to say 1 havo never loved
you, nor, to my knowledge, havo you
loved me, and It Is these facts which
convince mo wo should mnko n thor
oughly congenial and happy married
couple. On tlicso grounds I ngaln nsk
you will you marry moi" no con
cluded, stopping opposite Vera a
chair.
During thla curious monologuo tho
moon had traveled somewhat on Hb
Journey, nnd now cast n pale light Into
tho arbor Just enough to show Arthur
that his fair companion's oyes wero
twlnkllne nnd that sho was on tho
verge of hinlllng. Looking straight at
him. Vera composedly unswored:
"Your philosophy, denr Arthur, Is
excellent, and your case apparently
fully proved, but or If you would
not mind sitting down hero" (nodding
toward the empty chair at hor side),
"hold my hand and look mo full In tho
face, nnd then tell mo thnt you aro not
head over heels In lovo with me, I will
believe that for tho last ftvo minutes
you have ben speaking as they say In
courts the truth, tho whole truth.and
nothing but the truth."
Arthur felt duzed. Ho sat down, and
took his pretty companion's hand ho
observed It was beautifully soft. Ho
looked Into her eyes ho noticed they
hnd In them a light he had never seen
before, and that on her fnco was n
smllo and an expression thnt could
havo but ono interpretation nnd ho
faltered.
And tho silence of night wrapped tho
arbor In Its embrace. A bird moved In
tho Ivy a nightingale called to Its
mate nnd tho moon traveled farther
on lta Journey. It sank but not be
foro It had witnessed what, In tho
courso of Its considerable experience,
It had often seen beforo, but of which
It never told. Mainly About People.
"A UllAVE BWD.
('tiiiniKti Not Inroiiipiitllilo with
Nirtniiiii"M.
I suppose a bird Is the bravest crea
ture that Uvea, In splto of lta natural
timidity. From which wo may learn
thnt truo courage Is not Incompatible
with nervousnosH. and thnt heroism
dors not mean tho absence of fear, but
the conquest of It Who docs not ro
member tho first tlmo ho over ran
across n hen partridge, with her
brood, as ho was strolling through tho
woodn In .Mine? How splendidly tho
old bird forgets) herself In her offorta
to defend and sldo her young! Small
er birds nro no less daring. Ono even
lug Inst summer I wns walking up tho
Klstlgoueho from Cnmp Harmony to
Mowett'H Hock, whom my ennoo wua
waiting for me, to fish for salmon. Ah
I stepped out from u thicket on to
tho shingly bank of tho river iiBpottod
sandpiper teetered along beforo mo,
followed by three young ones.
Frightened nt first, tho mother flow
out n few feet over tho water. But
the plperllnga could not fly, having
no fenthers, and they crept ondnr a
crooked log. I rolled tho log over
very gently and took ono of tho cow
ering creatures into my hand n tiny,
palpitating serup of llfo, covered with
soft gray down, nnd peeping shrilly,
like n Lllllputlnn chicken. And now
tho mother was transformed. Hor fear
was changed Into fury. She wns a
bully, n fighter, an Amnznn In
feathers. Sho (lew nt me with loud
cries, dashing herself almost Into my
face. I was n tyrant, a robber, a kid
naper, and she called heaven to wit
ness that sho would never glvo up hor
offspring without a struggle, lucn
she chnnged her tact lea and appealed
to my baser passions. Sho fell to
tho ground nnd fluttered around mo
ob If her wing wero broken. "Look!"
Fho Boomed to Hiiy. "I am bigger than
that poor little baby. If you must eat
something, eat mo! My wing la lamo.
I can't Hy. You enn easily catch mo.
Lot that llttlo bird go!" And bo I
did. nnd tho whole family disappeared
In the bushes ua If by magic. I won
dered whether tho mother wna Baying
to herself, after tho manner of her
fox. that men nro stupid things, nftor
all, and no mntch for the cleverness of
a femnlo who Htoopa to deception In n
righteous ciiuho. Dr. Henry Van
Dyko.
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AWFUL FAMINE
Vast
Hi'ix YiichlR.
Yacht building hns become nn Indus
try of rapidly growing Importance In
St. Loula nnd other largo cltlea of tho
central west, where the element of
cheapness In lumber, other things be
ing equal, makes It possible to turn
out BiibBtnntlnl boats at figures which
would be ruinous to nn eastern yacht
builder. Frederick Wood of Provi
dence, owner of tho Arrow, hns ordered
a forty-Blx-footer from a St. UjiiIb
builder, which will bo shipped cast In
sections nnd finished nt Pawtuxet by
Cnpt. H. A. Handall. Tho frame will
bo built In tho St. Louis shop, then
taken apart and tho flections bo mnrked
that there will bo little difficulty In
nutting tho boat together upon JtH ar
rival nt tho eastern shipyard. It Is
Bald that tho saving In expense Is so
great that other Providence yachtsmen
will follow Mr. Wood's example.
Mont WomUTfiil of All.
The broomstick train, as Dr. Holmes
cnlled It. tho electric car operated by
the overhead trolley system, had Just
been Introduced to Aberdeen, when
two farm servants camo to tho Scottish
city to spend n holiday. They mado
their way at once to tho terminus of
the street rnllwny, and looked with
much wonder at the now creation. Fi
nally they resolved to havo a ride. At
the end of tho ride one of them ex
pressed their united opinion. "Willi,"
he snid, "this Is a graun' Invention. In
Edinburgh I saw them drive tho qara
wl' an Iron rape aneth street: In Dun
dco they pu' thnm wl an engine; but,
mlchty man, wha wnd 'a' thocht thoy
could ca' them wl' a lishlng-rod!"
Youth'a Companion.
"I'apa H-ll Tulk."
A minister's little daughter and two
little boys, tho sons of commercial
trnvelera, wero talking nbout their
respective papas and what they did.
One little lad said: "My papa sells
Bhoes." and the other said, "Mine sella
paper," and turning to the llttlo girl,
"What doea your papa Bell?" For a
moment the child hesitated, hut, not
to bo outdone by tho boya, she replied
with tho air of a duchess, "My papa
Bella talk."
Thnt In Now MiiklnR of Inilla One
Chiirnrl l'en.
The famine area In India Is nbout
atiu.OOO square miles, and extemlH over
the central, south anil nortnwcsieru
provinces, sayn Leslie's Weekly. No
pen could describe lta awful horrors.
Somo of tho thlngB proved by pho
tography arc too realistically horriblo
to bo reproduced In nny publication,
and wo print only a few of
tho Icbb frightful photographs
taken by tho mlBslonnrlcs, becauso
many hnvo not believed that such an
awful condition could exist in hub cen
tury of plenty and prosporlty. Ema
ciated beyond belief, tho starving na
tives crawl to the houso of tho nearest
sahib, usually a missionary, to crnva
food; but CO.000 mouthB havo to be fed.
Fifteen dollurs n year will feed a Hin
du, yet even this pitiable allowanco
la not to bo had. Tho causes of tho
famine are tho failure of the crops, tho
refusal of the native princes to allow
their hunting Jungles to bo converted
Into rertllo ngrlcultural regions, and
tho mysterloiiB disappearance of a bpo
clal famlno fund of $100,000,000, col
lected by the government after tho fa
mlno of 1877. Tho Hindu la a strict
vegetarian. Tho low-cnsto Hindu Is a
fntnllst. So, whon famine stalks abroad
tho Hindu submits uncomplainingly.
Dny by day he will HiibalBt on less food,
until nt last, when a mere shadow, he
will drag his bony self to a relief Bta
tlon. Thero ho mny get food or ho
mny not. If not, ho crouches In somo
corner, or out In the fields, under God'a
trees, nnd awaits tho coming of death.
Tho majority of tho victims aro women
and children.
"AUixuI" Hhe lniel.
A boy's magazine had offered nn nn
ngram for competition among Its rend
ers; the sentence to be transposed ran
ns follows: "Kruger'a addled policy of
nggrandlzement will puzzle a sphinx."
Tommy tried combination after com
bination, but always failed to utlllzo
nil tho letters. At Inst a brilliant
thought struck him, enabling him to
dlsposo of nny superfluous letters.
Hero Ib tho solution: "With a gurgling
cry of 'Akzzzxa!' Miss Nelllo Pullen
dropped dead." Tho editor awarded
Tommy an extra prize for his ingenu
ity, remarking that, if tho young lndy
spoko only English, her death must
havo been most paluful." Stray Sto
ries. Urn Flvo KiilRhthnniU.
Sir Georgo White, who has been
mado a G. C. V. O., haa now no fewer
than flvo knighthoods. Ho is Sir
Georgo White, G. C. B., K. C. B., G. C.
S. I., O. C. I. E., Q. C. V. O. Only two
other British subjects, not of tho blood
royal, have flvo knighthoods. They aro
tho marquis of Dufferln and Ixrd Rob
erta, and they havo but four each,
without their K. P.s. Among com
moners, who cannot bo K. P.a, Sir
George White Btnnda tilone. Indeed,
ho la tho only commoner with mora
than three knighthoods.
Ileiuliulrtl Her of Home.
Papa "Are you aure that you nnd
mamma thought of me while you
wore away?" Grace "Yea; we heard
a man kicking up a great row about
his breakfast at the hotel, and mamma
said: 'That's Just like papa.' "Stray
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