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WITHOUT THE >, BOW (RINO) it is easy to steal or ring watches from the pocket. 'J i.c thief gets the w..nh in on< ha nl, the cliain in ths tuner arid gives » short, quick jerk—the ling slips oil tin; wt.-H ,t ...and away goes the watch, leai • ing the victim only the chain. ■ftis I&3 stepped that iittl3 game: The bow lias & groove on <_ucn cud t\ collar runs down instde the perulant i»tcm) and fits into the grooves, firmly locking the ^ bow to the pendant, ' so that ?t cannot be ^ pulled or twisted off. * Solti by all watch dealers, without cost, on Jns. ttoss Filled and other T(W cases containing this trade mark— Ask your jeweler fer pamphlet. Key.-,tone Watch Case Co., PH2LAOELPHSA. The Human Electrical Forces! How They Control the Organs of the Body. The electrical force of the human body, as the nerve fluid may bo termed, is an espe cially attractive department of science, as it exerts so marked an influence on t lie health of the organs of the body. Nerve force Is produced by the brain and conveyed by means of the nerves to the various organs of the body, thussupplying the latter with the vitality necessary to in sure their health. The pneuinogastric nerve, as shown here, may be said to be the most important of the entire nerve sys- ( tem, as it supplies the i heart, lungs, stomach, i bowels, etc., with the nerve force necessary vo keep them active and healthy. As will be seen by the cut the long nerve descending from the base of the brain and terminating in the bow els is the pneumogastric, while the numerous lit tle branches supply the heart, lungs and stom ach with necessary vi tality. When the brain becomes in any way dis ordered by irritability or exhaustion, the nerve force which it supplies is lessened, and the or gans receiving the di minished supply are con- i sequent ly weakened. t-uysicians generally fall to recognize, the importance of this fact, but treat the organ itself instead of the cause of t he troublo The noted specialist. Franklin Miles, M. D., LL. B., has given the greater part of his life to the study of this subject, and the principal discoveries concerning ft are due to his efforts. Dr. Miles’ Restorative Nervine, the unri valed brain and nerve food, is prepared on the Srinciple that all nervous and many other ifticulties originate from disorders of the nerve centers. Its wonderful success incuring these disorders is testified to by thousands in every part of the land. Restorative Nervine cures sleeplessness, nervous prostration, dizziness, hysteria, sex ual debility, St. Vitus dance, epifepsy, etc. It is free from opiates or dangerous drugs. 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Clara—Did you accept him? Maude—No. Clara—Then what is he waiting over there for? Maude—He says ho wants to see you. —Vogue. The Wrong Man. A good story is being told of one of our preachers. Last Sunday afternoon a couple called at the parsonage and in broken English inquired, so the reverend gentleman understood, if the “preacher man” lived there, and on being invited in they commenced preparing their toilet. Of course it was'supposed they’ had come to be married, and every’ assistance was given by the preacher and his good wife in getting ready for the ceremony. The bridal veil and wreath were carefully adjusted by the lady, and the gentleman carefully combed his hair. Then their hands were joined and the solemn words spoken which bind humans together in wedlock. The ceremony over, of course it was supposed the newly married couple would be in haste to depart. But it was not so with them, and by- their actions they be trayed that they expected something else before leaving. Finally the reverend gentleman remarked, "Well, now you are married,” and the answer came, “Oh, yes, we been married last February and now vant nuzzer bigtnre taken.” A feather would have knocked down the preacher upon the revelation. It was the “picture man” they- were looking for and not the “preacher man.” However, there can now be no mistake about their being married and that the knot is tied good and tight.—Mansfield News. Rather High. Th6 colored man was before a Ken tucky judge for the statutory offense of stealing chickens. “Not guilty,” pleaded the prisoner. “This makes the third time you have been here, doesn’t it?” said liis honor. “Yas, boss.” “Well, what are you here for again?'" “Jis’ fer de same fiug, boss.” “I believe I let you off the last time, didn’t I?” “Yas, boss. T’ank you.” “Well, this time I’ll fine you $10 and costs.” The prisoner gasped. “Fo’ de Lawd, boss,” he exclaimed, “ain’ dat a heap to pay fer one lean ole hen?”—Detroit Free Press. Too Smart a Boy For That. Mission Sunday School Teacher—Ben jamin, I was shocked to see you picking up a half smoked cigarette on the street as I came down this morning. You ought not to smoke the vile things. They are poisonous, filthy and disagree able to everybody around you. Indignant Waif—I don’t smoke no cig’rettes! I gits 15 cents a quart fur de stumps at de fact’ry!—Chicago Tribune. A Convenient Fashion. Mrs. de Fashion—Did you take the medicine the doctor ordered? Small Daughter—Yes, an it was horrid. Mrs. de Fashion—Did you take a spoonful? Small Daughter—N-o; I took a fork ful. Spoons is out of fashion, you know, mamma.—Good News. An Idea. Mrs. Cramp (handing out some nine days’ old bread)—Here, Mr. Tramp, if you’ll saw up that pile of kindlings, you may have this bread for your breakfast. Mr. Tramp (calling at the door three minutes later)—Beg pardon, mum, but if it makes no difference to you I’ll saw up the bread and eat the kiudlin wood. —Boston Courier. Not Up to the Mark. Sylvan—This can’t be a first class theater, I guess. Rhodes—Why not? Sylvan—Well, I notice the names of the night watchman and janitor are not on the programme. — Chicago Inter Ocean. A Mistake. “I buy a pair of gloves each week. I hope,” said she, “my dear. You do not mind. I tell you this To make things very clear. “I’m awful hard on gloves, you know, And have been since a child. And when pa gets the bill each month It makes him nearly wild.” A gloomy smile played o'er the face Of him who loved her so. His cheek turned pale. “Great Scott!” said he, “This is a fearful blow. “If I had only known befor ■Where I was going to land, I do not think I should have been So anxious for that hand.” —Cloak Review. WITH A CUP AND SAUCER. * _ I send my love a fragile china cup. With purple violets painted round the rim. Empty it is, but sweet thoughts fill it up And peep like tricksy elves above the rim. Upon a saucer fashioned like a heart Of palest tint my dainty cup is set. Dear emblem, symbolizing life’s better part— How can she look upon it and forget? The charm I drop within the cup is such That every draft a tender thought will bring; The crinkled leaves will brighten at her touch. The flowers will know a mystic blossoming. Poor pictured violets that naver grew In ferny nooks nor felt a summer shower! To hearts that hate the false and love the true There is a sadness in a painted flower. But go, my gift, and as my lady sips Her creamy cocoa or her fragrant tea Thy happy rim may perchance touch her lip3 And bring to her a fleeting thought of me! —House Furnishing Review. “S’POSE IT’S SATAN.” It was only the ground on which the 150 boys of Dr. Kellar’s school disported themselves. But besides the boys pres ent there were at least 150 demons and angels of ambition, envy, loyalty, perfi dy and truthfulness. The doctor himself, in a new suit of tweed, seemed to the boys to be far more approachable here in the midst of their sports than when in academic cap and gown he cast gloom through their ranks bystalking along with that searching eye of his well turned on the discomfi ture of evildoers. However, even at these grewsome times, the boys admitted among themselves that Kellar was a gen tleman, and that they’d rather take a hiding from him than punishment drill from a cad any day. For they were proud of Kellar's, loyal to the school, and ready to battle to the bitter end against any common foe who dared to asperse it in the slightest de gree. A little lad of 10 had just run light heartedly on the ground when the afore said searchlight fell on him, and simul taneously the head master shouted out: “Colville two, I thought you had de tentiou? Colville two, a redheaded, merry faced boy, smiled cheerfully, as if detention were a good joke to which he was well accustomed, and replied with pleasant promptness: “So I have, sir.” “Then what brings you out here?” “I s'pose it’s Satan. He’s always do ing it.” “Doing what?” “Making me naughty,” said Colville two, ith pathetically fearless frankness. Th n Kellar’s little daughter went up and 1 issed him. Twelve years later the battle of Tamai was being fought, and Colville two was in the thick of it. He had been slightly wounded in an attack that had been made upon McNeil’s Zareba a few days previously, and his colonel had men tioned him in despatches and recom mended him strongly for the “V. C.” for personal gallantry. On the strength of this Lieutenant Colville had written to the girl he was engaged to, who was at Cairo with her mother, telling her that he would not wait to marry her a day after he had got his company. “Tve always been a lucky fellow, though I’ve been in no end of scrapes all my life,” the boy wrote, “and now the crowning luck of all is that I shall win you and the Victoria cross at the same time. Heaps of fellows deserve it just as much as I do, only I happened to be in front, you see, and was lucky enough to be able to make myself a target for the concealed enemy, who had been picking off our men like ninepins. The Arabs turned their fire on me, and our fellows were able to 6ee where the beg gars fired from. I must bear a charmed life, I think, for the ground was riddled all around me. Bob (Bob was her broth er) and I fought shoulder to shoulder for hours, and we shall again many a day, I hope.” The girl who got this letter was worthy of the gallant, light hearted boy who wrote it, and she sent him pages of such loving, proud, encouraging words, as only a proud, loving woman can write. “I wish I were your wife that I might go to the front and dress your wounds myself, my own love. Even as it is I am capable of dressing as a boy and go ing to the camp. I quite understand Constance de Beverley's bowing her pride and riding for three long years in Lord Marmion's train. Only, Jack, there would be no ‘bowing of pride' in my case. I should be prouder than ever if I could only do something to show the whole camp, the whole world, how dear ly I love my boy.” Then she went on to tell how regularly she wrote to his mother, keeping her posted up in all that Jack was doing and suffering and winning. “She is my be loved mother, and only she can fully understand how dearly I have loved you ever since that day when I went and kissed you because you said yon ‘s’posed it was Satan made you naughty.’ ” Violet Kellar had fought a hard fight before she had gained her father's con sent to become engaged to penniless Jack Colville. The girl's brilliantly good looks, attractive manners and general cleverness had brought far more eligible men to her feet. But she had been faithful to her first love through it all. “I hate poverty, but I love Jack,” she would say, when her father pointed ont to her how far more sensible it would be of her to marry a man who could give her a good establishment in which he could stay at home in ease with her than to link her lot with that of a mere sub altern in a marching regiment. “Probably after they have settled this disturbance in Egypt his regiment will be sent off to India for three or four years, and as he can’t marry on his pay you will be left behind to meditate on your folly in having engaged yonrself.” “I shall marry him as soon as this affair is over in Egypt, papa, and if he can't give me bread and water enough to support me I’ll beg it from some one who can. I don't want a good estab lishment or a husband who’ll stay at home in ease. I want Jack, and 1 mean to have him!" “The boy always got what he wanted, confound him,” her father grumbled good temperedly, and when he said that Violet knew that her case was won. Her mother, after the manner of mothers, sytiijipthized with the young people's romance and hopefully assured her that Jack would win promotion in some miraculous way without seeing much dangerous service. So when Violet said: “Mother, dear, 1 don’t want a swell wedding. I don’t even want a wedding dress—Jack likes me in sailor serge better than anything, but I do want to go out and be as near him as I can. Take me to Cairo and let the chaplain marry us as soon as the fighting is over.” Mrs. Kellar agreed to do so, and all their acquaintances declared that the mother was as great a fool as the daughter. ****** Violet's letter was keeping his heart warm this day at Tamai. He was feel ing unaccountably happy and light heart ed, as after a sharp tussle with half a dozen Arabs, three of whom he killed with his revolver, he was allowed breath ing time for a few minutes, during which he cut the word “Suakin” on the little black pipe that had been his inseparable companion during the whole of the cam paign. Suddenly just as he had lighted and returned smoking it, he heard a frantic shout, and glancing up he saw young Kellar dash forward and fire at some one behind him (Jack). Simultaneously he felt a sharp agonizing pain in his back and knew that he was struck by a poi soned spear. An Arab, who had been concealed in a bush, had crept out and stabbed him before young Kellar could intervene. He had staggered and then fallen on his face, and they thought that he was dead for a minute. But when they lifted him and were carrying him away a faint flicker of the old fun came into his fad ing blue eyes as he said: “I wanted Violet and the ‘V. C. so much. S'pose ’twas Satan” Before he could finish the sentence the fading light went out, and the blue eyes closed forever in this world. * * * * * -v Who shall tell her? The whole regi ment knew the story of Jack’s love, and not a man in it but felt heartsore for the girl who had loved and been so proud of her young hero. “It will break my heart to go to Vio let with such a tale,” her brother moaned. “I’d rather take a revolver and blow my own brains out than have the task.” “Y#u shall not have it,” his colonel promised. “I’ll go to her myself with as bitter tidings as I’ve had to convey.” Colonel Branksholme’s mouth twitch ed, and his steady, fearless gray eyes filled with tears as he spoke. But this was more for the fine young soldierly life which had been cut short in its glory than for the desolate girl who was left to mourn it. However, he fulfilled his task so sympathetically that Violet soon found her greatest comfort in talking oi her lost lover to his gallant chief. “Time treads on the grave of affec tion!” Kind, merciful Time! Two years after Jack fell at Suakin, Colonel Branks holme, who had been away on leave for a month, telegraphed to the second in command of the regiment, “My wife and I will be back tonight.” “We’ll give them a grand reception. Have the band to meet them, take the horses out and drag the carriage along the parade.” some of the more enthu siastic of the juniors declared. But when young Kellar said: “Better not. The bride is my sister,” the regiment felt that the less demonstration they made on the occasion of her joining it the better. Jack's memory was too green with them still for them to give her any thing but a silent and rather sad wel come.—Montreal Star. A Chinese Proverb's Origin. “ ‘He’ll steal your shoes’ is an expres sion which in China is used to describe an arrant knave and pilferer,” says ex Consul Edward Bedloe. “The expres sion is hundreds of years old and is based on an adventure perpetuated through the medium of decorated crockery ware. A wealthy Chinaman, whose gorgeously embroidered shoes were the envy of the community, was, according to the leg end, despoiled of his pride in the fol lowing manner: A rascal one day rushed up, gave the rich man a hearty blow on the back, and seizing the astonished gen tleman’s hat pitched it upon a high wall. The next moment the' fellow seemed to discover that it was not an old friend he was greeting so enthusiastically and apologized profusely. “ ‘How shall I get my hat?” inquired the man with the beautiful shoes. “ ‘Jump on my back and you can reach it,’ replied the schemer. “The suggestion was carried out, but while the hatless man was reaching for his head covering the rascal slipped off the handsome shoes and made away, leaving the simple minded millionaire clutching the wall.” Squire Osbaldestone's Ride. Squire Osbaldestone's undertaking to ride 200 miles in 10 hours, which he ac complished so successfully on Nov. 5, 1831, is one of the most remarkable feats of endurance in the saddle and has the merit of freedom from cruelty. The squire rode his race on the Newmarket race course, changing his horse every fourth mile. Mr. Osbaldestone used 16 horses for his task and rode standing in his stir rups like a jockey, while he kept his mount at full speed from start to finish of its four mile heat, having quite a “set to” with his pacemaker at the end of each. The squire was a hardy man and in good training, so suffered no bad effectB from his exertions.—Chambers’ Journal. I Encouraging. Mr. Waite (trying to entertain his lady love’s 8-year-old sister)—Do you know who 1 am? Flossie—Yes. Pa says you’re Edith’s j last chance.—London Tit-Bits. I MONUMENT TO JOAN OF ARC. Bronze Equentrian Statue liaised In Her Honor at Cliinon. Sunday I went out from Paris to a “little village of great renown,” which Pantagruel declared to be the oldest in the world, because, ns facetious Rabelias makes him say, “the original name ol Chinon was Caino, and that was got from Cain himself, the first builder of towns and cities.” Chinon is indeed old, but not interesting on that account alone. Four hundred and sixty-four years ago a certain damsel of Domremy, in the Vosges, was inspired to go from her na tive place to the town, where an indolent king was passing his time in doing noth ing, and to humbly solicit of him the honor and privilege of leading his troops against the English, who were then mas ter of three-fourths of French territory. It was a difficult task that which Joan of Arc undertook, for he who personi fied France at that time was a pale, lan guishing, sensual young man of 2G years, who seemed to have given up hope of ever being the real ruler of France. In his castle, looking down on the rivei Vienne, he passed his time in fetes, gal lantries and miserable court intrigues, and at no time in her history had France sunk to such low degree. It was then that the peasant girl of Domremy went to see the king, and in commemoration of her visit to the place in 1429 the town of Chinon determined to erect a bronze monument in her honor which would last forever. It was to assist at the inauguration or this “bronze equestrian Statue,” an ug ly, hideous thing, though the cause it represents is sacred, that I took a train Sunday morning early and went down into that part of France which is called fair Touraine. When Joan reached the castle, the courtiers opposed her entrance and de clared that the king would be humiliat ing himself if he received this common shepherd girl. But she went into a great hall lighted by 50 torches, where Charles VII, surrounded by 300 noblemen dress ed in magnificent costumes, awaited her coming. To test her he put one of his titled subjects in the place of honor and half hid himself among the courtiers, but Joan went directly up to him, bent down and respectfully I d bis knees. Ho denied himself to ner, \> Hereupon she said: “Gentle prince, this is you and none other.” “Very well, what wilt thou have of me?” asked the dauphin, for, though king in fact, he was not so officially, not yet having been crowned. “Most noble lord,” she replied. “I am called Jeanne, the maiden, and I have come to you, aided by God, to help you make war on the English.” The king smiled, whereupon Jeanne continued: “You do not believe me. Well, I tell you that God, yielding to the prayers of S'v Louis and St. Charlemagne, has taken pity on you and your people.” “Who art thou that speaks thus?” de I manded Charles. “I am only a poor peasant,” she an swered, “who knows not how to read or write, but under arms I shall be your servant, and God will be j'our salvation.” Struck by these words, the king spoke to her alone for awhile, and then he said to all the court, “This young girl has my entire confidence.” Such is the true story of what passed in the old castle*above Chinon 464 years ago, and such is the reason why a bronze statue has been stood up in the Touraine town that overlooks the Vienne river.— Cor. Boston Herald. A Rude English Woman. “Speaking of British rudeness,” re marked a New York woman the other day, “I was invited last winter to receive at a ‘tea’ given in honor of a distin guished English woman, which left me in no doubt whatever as to the conduct of at least one of Britain's daughters. This woman was, mark you, neither an actress nor an author—from whom pe culiarities are to be expected, I under stand—but a well known and active worker in philanthropic and educational I matters. “To begin with she came long before j the hour that the guests had been invited to meet her, and so soon as the drawing rooms began to fill she abruptly declared she must take her leave, pleading by way of excuse a very special and suddenly remembered engagement. Nor was this all. Prior to her departure she picked up the long furred cloak that she had characteristically dropped in one comer of the room, and throwing it over her shoulders she at the same time sent crashing to the floor a dainty tea table that with its fragile freight was stand ing near. “The rest of us fairly held our breath at the total wreck of so much exquisite china, but milady merely shrugged her shoulders and with a ‘What a nuisance to have such nasty little things right in one's way,’ sailed majestically out of the room.”—Her Point of View in New York Times. Romauce of the Word Chapel. The word chapel has a highly roman tic origin. It is associated with the story of St. Martin’s sharing his cloak with a beggar. “Cloak” in late Latin is cap pella, a little cloak or cape, from cappa, cloak, cape, cope. The Frankish kings preserved St. Martin's cloak as a sacred relic. They had it carried before them into battle and used it to give sanctity to oaths. It was preserved in a sanctu ary under the care of special ministers | called cappellani or chaplains, and from | the ministers the name came to be at j tached to the building, in old Norse French capele, Provencal capella, Ital ian capella and thence to any sanctuary | containing relics and so to any private sanctuary or holy place.—Philadelphia i Post. MECHANISM OF A WATCH. A Wonderful I.ittle Machine That Took Hundred* of Year* to Perfect. Open your watch and look at the little wheels, springs and screws, each an in dispensable part of the whole wonderful machine. Notice the busy hill” balance wheel as it flies to and fro unceasingly, day and night, year in and year out. This wonderful little machine is the re sult of hundreds of year.-: of study and experiment. The watch carried by the average man is composed of !I8 pieces, and its manufacture embraces more than 2,000 distinct and separate operations. Some of the smallest screws are so minute that the unaided eye came t dis tinguish them from stool filings or 8]. a of dirt. Under a powerful magnifying glass a perfect screw is revealed. The slit in the head is 2-1,Out) of an inch wide. It takes 1108,000 of these screws to weigh a pound, and a pound is worth $1,585. The hairspring is a strip of the finest steel, about 0} inches Ion; cud 1-100 inch wide and 27-10.000 inch th It is coiled up in spiral form and In, ,'y tempered. The process of tempering these springs was long held as a secret by the few for tunate ones possessing it and evi n now is not generally known. Tlicir manu facture requires great skill and care. The strip is gauged to 20-1,000 of an inch, but no measuring instrument has yet been devised capable of fine enough gauging to determine beforehand by the size of the strip what the strength of the finished spring will be. A 1-20,000 part of an inch difference in thickness of the strip makes a difference in the running of a watch of about nix minutes per hour. The value of these springs when fin ished and placed in watches is enormous in proportion to the material from which they are made. A comparison willgive a good idea. A ton of steel marie up into hairsprings when in watches is worth more than 124 times the value of the same weight in gold. Hairspring wire weighs 1-20 of a grain ho the inch. One mile of wire weighs less than half a pound. The balance gives five vibrations ev ery second, 800 every minute, 18,000 ev ery hour, 432,000 every day, and 1.77, 680.000 every year. At each vibration it rotates about 1J times, which makes 197.100.000 every year. In order (hat we may better understand tl; siup -n dous amount of labor performed by : tiny works, let ns make a comparison. Take, for instance, a locomotive v -ith 6 foot driving wheels. Let its wheels be run until they have given the same number of revolutions that a watch do** in one year, aud they will have cov< red a distance equal to 28 complete circuits of the earth. All this a watch does without other attention than winding once every 24 hours.—Locomotive Engi neer. Effect of Lightning on the Doily. In describing the recent death of a boy by lightning a dispatch stated that an accurate picture of trees and foliage in the vicinity of the accident was made on the boy’s body, which phenomenon was supposed to have been produced by the lightning in a manner similar to that of making pictures or photography. This, however, is not correct. While such marks are observable occasionally on the bodies of persons killed they bear no relation whatever to foliage of sur rounding trees, although they bear a cer tain resemblance to those objects. There is really no photographing of the image of the trees on the body. That the ac tual cause is quite different can be proved by experiment in the laboratory. When electricity is discharged at high tension, as lightning is, on the surface of a body having a poor conducting power, a lu minous arborescent image is formed, showing the path of one or more of the sparks resulting from the discharge. This was most beautifully shown in the experiments carried out with high tension currents in London by Swin burne. The current would exhibit scat tered lines of light that would develop into most exquisite tracer}- and take the form of plants or trees. The theory of this phenomenon is that the irregular courses taken by the spark may be due to the compression of air in the path of the discharge, or to superior conductiv ity of some parts of the surface of the body.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Wise Advice. In the “Life of Rowland Hill,” by Mr. Charlesworth, published in London some years ago, there are many anec dotes of that remarkable man. At one time when Mr. Hill was preaching for the benefit of a charity a note was handed to him, the writer of which asked whether it would be right for a bankrupt to contribute to the good cause. “Xo,” said the preacher after he had read the note, “but, my friends, I would advise you who are not insolvent not to pass the plate this evening, as people will be snre to say, ‘There goes the bankrupt.' ”—Youth's Companion. Algiers Has a Stream of Natural Ink. In Algiers there is a small stream which the chemistry of nature has con verted into real ink. It is formed by the union of two rivulets, one of which is very strongly impregnated with iron, while the other, meandering through a peat marsh, imbibes gallic acid, another ingredient in the formation of ink. Let ters and manuscript matter are satisfac torily written with this singular natural compound of iron and gallic acid.—Ex change. Quick, but Seldom. Mrs. Watts—Goodness! Aren't you afraid you will ruin your digestion by eating at so rapid a rate? You ought to eat more slowly. Hungry' Higgins—I may not eat slow, mum, but I eat mighty seldom.—Indian apolis Journal. His Forte. Hill—MaeShorte has sold a poem to Scribbler’s entitled “Ode to a Fair Lady. ” I Hulls—Has he? Well, he is more com petent to write verses entitled “Owed to a Landlady.’’—London Tit-Bits.
