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The Ward of A Romance of the y 0TT1LIE A. UUEHCRANTZ, asthf t The ThraH Lief the Lucky. Copyright. 1003, by A. C. McCLUKG &. OO. CHAPTER XXVIII. Continued. " The beauty that had been Sister ' . Wynfrcda's hovered cow about her mouth as fragrance around a dead ' rose. Her gaze was on a branch above " them -where a little brown bird, call in; plaintively, was slipping from lior nit. Ovr the wattled edge, two tiny brown heads were peeping like fuzzy beech nut rinds. "I wonder" she said, "what those little creatures up there will think when a few months . lierce the blue sky becomes leaden, such that no one of them ever before recollected it so dark, and the sun that is wont to creep to them through the leaves has gone out like a can dle before the winter winds? By rea son of their youth, I suppose they will .judiciously conclude witb themselves that there is never going to be any blae ky again, that their lives will . s.tr:ieh before them in a dark-hued "stress of weather, empty of all save "fc-afless Lres and frozen fields. My fledgeling, will they not be a litt'e ashamed of -their short-sightedness ' uht'tt tl)f spring has brought back he sun?" The girl's lips parted before her quickening breath, and the old nun Finitcd at her tenderly as she moved away with her hands full of the green symbols of healing. "If you would ne of use now, go gather the Hower.i for the Holy Table, and when themselves have drawn in holiness lrom the spot. tl.e shall you bring them to the sick woman over the hill." "Yes, Sister," the girl said submis sively. Hut when she had crossed the dai sied grass and opened the wicket gate and came out into the fragrant lane, something seemed to divide her mind with the roses, for though she sent .one glance toward the hedge, she sert another to the spot beyond where the lane gave out upon the great Street to the City. "! wonder if I shall ever hunger for heaven as I hunger for the sight ol There were blood stains on the him." she murmured as she gazed. Standing so. it happened that she did not :ec the horseman who was just gaining the crest of the nearest hill botwecn her and the city. The wind being from her. she did not even hear the hoof-beats until the hor-e had turned from the glare of the sun Into the shaduw of the fern-bordered lat.e. The first she knew of it. she glanced oor her shoulder and saw ilie rod-cloaked figure riding toward her along the grass-grown path. As naturally as a flower opens its heart at the coining of the sun, she leaned toward him. breathing his name: then in an impulse equally nat ural, as ho leaped from his saidlc tie fore liei. she drew bac. and half avert ed her face, flickering red and white like the blossoms the was clasping to her breast. He stopped abruptly, a short stretch of grass still between ihem and it soothed her bruised priue a little that there was no longer any confident ease in his manner but only hesitation and uncertainty. His voice was greatly troubled as he spoke: "Never can 1 forgive myself for hav ing wounded jou. sweetheart, et had I Imped that you might forgiv me. because I knew r.ot what I did and .because 1 have suffered so sorely for it." H W',l1tS&mh, Iff I oM 1 rP'Wfr W: : & "You have suffered." she repeated. ." . j with a little accent of bitterness. " I "1 beseech you by my love that you ' do not doubt it!" Hesitation gave way before a warmth of reproach. "For a man to know that he has wounded what he would have died to shield that he has wronged where h would have given his life to honor that it may be he has lost what is body and soul to him what else is that but suffering?" Drawing softly near her. he spoke in noblest corciliation: "Is it your pride that cannot pardon me. Lady of Avalcomb? Do I seem to sue for grace too boldly because I forget to make my body match the humbleness of my heart?. Except in prayer or courtesy, we are not loose of knee, we Angles, but I would stoop as low as I lowest might if that could make you kinder, dear one." Baring his head. e knelt down at her feet and the difference between this and the time when he had bt.nt before her in the Abbey, was the difference between tender jest and tenderer earnest. "Thus then do I ask you to g"ve me back your love." he said gently and would have said more but that she turned, stirred to a kind of generous shame. "It needs not that, lord! I know 'you did not mean it. And they have told me that that I have no right to be angry with you " She broke oft. as looking into his face she saw some thing that startled her into torgetful ness of all else. "Why are your cheeks so hollow?" she demanded. "And so cray as though you had lost blool? Lord, what has come near you?" He could not conceal the sudden ''pleasure he got out of her alarm for him, even while he answered as light ly as be could that it was no more than the fatigue of his three days In the saddle; and a lack of food, per haps, as he had been somewhat press ed for time; and a lack of sleep be cause of But she was a warrior's daughter, tnd "she would not be put off. Coming clDse" to him. she pulled aside the isty cloak, hot as a live co?l in the rlare of the day. and there behold! Vjiere t -- ..wi stains on the bw"- King Canute Danish Conquest. or his blue kirtle. Forgetful of every thing else, she flung her arms around him as though to shield him. "Sebert. you are wounded! What is it?" Nothing that troubled him very much, apparently, for bis haggard face had grown radiant with gladness. Yet he was enough afraid of the reaction to answer her as gravely as possible: "It is Rothgar Lodbroksson.. whom I met coming from the city as I was journeying back from my errand in Northampton. Little affection has ever passed between us. and this time something more than usual seemed to have stirred him against me, for " "He tried to kill you!" The words were not a question but a breathless assertion as she remembered the Jo tun's last threat. "He tried to kill me." the marshal assented quietly. "And his blade did manage to pierce my mail; he is a giant in strength as in other tilings But it cut no mere than flesh; and after that. Fortune wheeled not toward him." "Yon slew him!" Her lips were white as she gasped it, but he knew now that it was no love for the Jotun that moved her, and he answered promptly to her un spoken thought : "No, sweet for the king's sake 1 spared him. Before thi?, his men have taken him aboard his ship and England is rid of bun." Murmuring broken phrases of thanksgiving, she stood holding the cloak she had grasped, but he dreaded too much the moment ot her awaken ing to await its coming inactive. Slip ping his arms around her, he began to speak swiftly, the moment her silence gave him an opening. "Never did I blame Rothgar much for hfs enmity against me, and now I thank him for this cut as for a gift, for through it I know that at least you have not outlawed me from your love. Dear one. as you are not un kind in so slight a thing as this wound in my flesh, so neither be with- breast of his blue kirtle. out pity for the one that is so much deeper, in my heart! As the scratch stayed your anger for a while, so, in the gentleness of love, let this which ij mortal stay it for all time." With his arms around her, she could not shrink very far away nor was it seen that she tried to but all at" oiire her words came in uneven rushes: "How can I hold anger against yon when, with every breath, my lips sigh for your kisses? iou let ne one wonder at it that I am fright ened. You cannot conceive what a lurking place for terrors the world looks to me! Never. I think, shall I see men sitting together that I shall nnt siisnnot them nf havinir nuinlpr ill their hearts. Never shall I see two I friends clasp hands but my mind will run forward to a time when they shall part in wrath and loneliness. Nay, even of the sound of my own voice I am afraid, lest whomsoever is hear ing it for all that he speak me fair be twisting the words in his mind into evils I have not dreamed of. Se bert. I do not reproach you with it! I think it all the fault of my own blunders and therein I find a new terror. That one should suffer for wrong-doing is to be looked for. but if one is'to be dealt with so unspar ingly only for making mistakes, who knows where his position is or what to expect? Oh. my best friend, make me brave or I am likely to die only through fearing to live! With ny ignorance my boldness went from me. until now my courage is lowly as a willow leaf. Love, make me brave again!" Trusting, in her very decla ration of distrust, she clung to him to save her from herself. It was in the briar-pricked fingers, which he was pressing against i:is cheek, that he found his answer. Sud denly he spread them out in his palm before her, laughing with joyful light ness. "Randalin. the thorn wounded your hands the while that you strip ped yonder hedge, but did vou stop for that? If I can prove to you that all these dark days you have been plucking roses, can jou not brave'y bear with the pricks?" Putting her gently from him. he gathered up the spoils she had let fall, picking from among them with great care the tairest of either kind, while she. catching his mood, watched him April faced. "This," he said gaily, "is the red rose of my heart. Battle fields lay between us and tower walls, and the way was long and hard to find, yet can you deny, my elf. that you came in and plucked it and wore it away in your hair to keep or to cast aside as pleased you?" Smiles and tears growing together, she caught the blossom trom him and pressed it to her lips. "I will wear it in my bosom,' she answered. for my breast has been empty since the day I saw you nrst." Smilirg. he held out the white rose, but his mood hd deepened ucjtil now he looked down upon her as he had lroked down uroi her in tne moonlit forest. "This, beloved, is the symbol of my faith." he said. "Your eye took it from me that aay at even song. I hold it the de-irer of the two. for with it goes -ri- oaor that is as stainless as its re'als. it is worth more than life to me is it not worth same pricks to you?" She took it from him reverently to ! 1-t '-ocf(?e the ot'-er. and as her fac ' - r- -. ored," she told him, "than Canute by his crown; and I will live as bravely to defend them." But as he would have caught her to him. she leaned back suddenly to stretch a hand toward a dark-robed figure standing under the moss-grown arch, and her pride melted into a laugh of breathless happiness. "Sis ter Wynfreda, you were right," 'me called softly, "the world can be so beautiful that one has no hunger 'or heaven." . The End. ILLNESS RULED BY INCHES. London Physician Thinks Stature Has an Effect Upon Health. Among the most interesting of the papers read at a recent meeting of the British association at Cambridge was that of Dr. Shrubsall on the phy sical characters of hospital patients. Sufferers lrom tonsilitis. rheuma tism and heart disease, he said, are of a higher stature, and sufferers from tuberculosis, nervous and malignant diseases of a lower stature than healthy individuals. It appears that blonde sufferers from pulmonary tuberculosis respond to treatment better than brunettes, while in diseases of the heart the po sitions are reversed. It is believed that in successive generations of city life stature shows a progressive dimi nution and that there is an increase in brunette traits with each genera tion passing from rural to urban life. With increasing length of residence there is an increase of morbidity among the different classes of Lon doners. Some causes which tend to damage the quality of the race were reviewed in an interesting manner by H. Bal four in the anthropological section. Sir John Gorst spoke against the prevalence of early marriages, particu larly among the poorer classes. He declared that the race was being prop agated in undue proportion by the poorest and feeblest. Record in Firing Cannon. The California batteries of United States heavy artillery recently gave a splendid illustration of accurate marksmanship in their mimic defense of San Francisco harbor. Three or four miles out the little target bobbed up and down over every swell, a little white pyramid whose base was fifteen feet in length. This represented the heart of a great bat tleship. To strike near the target within half the width or half the length of a battleship meant a telling shot. From Fort McDowell on Angel Is land, San Francisco bay, aiming straight out the Golden Gate, the per centage gained was SO, while from Fort Baker, not one shot failed, re sulting in the remarkable record ol 100 per cent, a degree of accuracy nev er equaled. One shot actually demol ished the tiny white speck tossing among the rollers. An Extra Pair of Lungs. "I have known aged people, men past SO. to take their cold baths every morning and be as spry as you please." says Eugene Wood in Every body's Magazine. "One old fellow used to toddle down to the beach when he had to wade bare-legged through the snow two or three blocks. It carried him off at the last, though, for he died just about four weeks before he was S4. And if those of low vitality who ought "to take the chill off the bath' were to take it ice-cold and rub themselves like sixty afterward I don't think their vitality would be low. I think if they get their blood purified by practically adding another pair of lungs to their outfit they would soon be as chipper as anybody." Pictures Drawn in Fire. Dissolve saltpeter in cold water till the liquid is completely saturated with it. Tnis can be seen by the fact that bits of the saltpeter will at last refuse to dissolve. Dip a fine brush or pointed stick into the solution and draw the outline of an animal or any other desired fig ure en a piece of thin paper. Use pa per that has no printing on it. Let the paper dry thoroughly. The picture will be invisible then, or al most so. Now hold it flat, light a match, blow it out and touch a part of the drawing with the glowing end. The saltpeter will catch fire at once and the tiny flame will burn all along the lines of the drawing, leaving the paper intact. A Royal Treasure-House. The plate-room at Marlborough House contains what is probably the most valuable collection of treasures in any private house in England. The room is underground and is lighted by electricity, the walls being lined by bookcases containing many rare vol umes presented to King Edward and the Prince of Wales from time to time, forming a very valuable library. In big iron safes in the center of the room is stored away a wonderful col lection of gold and silver plate, includ ing two enormous silver pilgrim bot tles presented by Alexander III of Russia to King Edward, and a price less solid gold embossed shield, which was a present to the sovereign from a number of Indian princes. Difficulty of Lake Baikal. Russian soldiers are going around the bend of the southern shore of Lake Baikal, on the road just finished, at the rate-of about a dozen miles an hour, which is slow wheeling, but bet ter than the slower ferrying or winter crossing on the blizzard-swept ice. How the new- road will work in winter remains to he seen, there being more than a possibility that in such a windy corner the track may be laid under drifts half as high as the Kremlin, to be covered over again as fast as they are dug out. Women Wear Too Much. In a lecture to the young women who have entered the London Schocl of Medicine for Women, Miss Mur doch. L. R. C. P., said: "Most women wear too much. Threa layers, including the dress, seem to me all that is necessary, though I have counted as many as twelve. Then I should advise you not to wear jew elry. Rings, bangles and chains are so many germ traps. Tight-lacing or lacing at all should be avoided. Unwritten Language. Interested Father "Did vou tell her how sorry you were to leave her?" Son "No, but I brought consider able pressure to bear on the subject I think she understood." Detroit Free Press. Missionary to Tour World. The Rev. Dr. M. H. Hutton of New Brunswick. N. J., has leave Oi absence to take a trip around the world on a ton- of inspection of the mission sta-'"- - -" ' of the Dutch Reformed MaWMSMArfHaVi so Aftva To talk about flying machines to Count de la Vaux, is like waving a red rag to a bull. As a dirigible ba loocist he holds the world's record for distance and speed. But he has no use for flying machines, so called, with a view to their commercial devel opment, in spite of all the experiments of Santos Dumont, Prof. Lacgley and others to the contrary- "In the very, very, very, very far distant future." said the Count, witn a cresendo accent on the "very." and a shoulder shrug that suggested an eternity, "there may be flying ma chines, but not now, not now. ' With the Count ballooning is some thing more than a Cad. He started his aerial exploits as a faddist in 1898. Everybody was going in for motor ve hicles, so he decided to try something else. He was just back from two years' residence among the savages of Patagonia. He had written a suc cessful book of his adventures, whicn had been praised by the French Acad emy a distinctive honor. The treas ures of his exile anthropological, ethnographical and geological had been stored in the official museum of Paris for a wondering world to look at and classify. One evening be went to an aerodrome with a friend, a mem ber of the Aero club, on the Place de la Concorde. "We will have our coffee up above," said the friend. The Count's mind was fresh for new ideas. A flight of 500 yards or so above the earth for an after-dinner smoke had a charm for him. Thence forward he was an avowed balloonist. He never stopped until he had be come vice president of the Aero club, and admittedly the champion aeros tat of the world. He broke all records with a balloon journey from Paris to the Province of Warsaw, in Russia. He slept in the clouds at a tempera ture of 12 degrees below zero Reau mur (which is much colder than Fah- i renheit) when his comrade bad to hammer the soles of his feet with a club to keep him from sleeping too long and freezing to death. He jour neyed through the air 1.240 miles in a little more than thirty-five hours. In his comparatively brief career as an aeronaut he has traveled more than 14,000 miles through the clouds, has spent in all forty-one days in the air. and has made 133 ascents without an accident so he may be quoted as an authority on ballooning. As such he is no advocate of the flying machine. The Count crossed the continent of North America once, while en route to the Far East for the French govern ment, but until he landed last week ne had no opportunity to linger at the gateway of the uwestern continent. He did not bring a balloon with him. and says he is sorry for it. He, would like to convince rich young Ameri cans who go in for racing automo biles as an expensive sport that there is far more fun and much less danger in racing balloons. The Count's latest literary produc tion, in French, is an imaginarv 'cound-the-world journey in an airc,,ip, something after the Jules Verne or der of literature. It has pleased him to regard America as a benighted country in the matter of aerial travel. In fiction the Count does rot hesitate to deal witb transatlantic journeys in a dirigible balloon. In fact, he shakes "We will have our bis head and shrugs his shoulders in a deprecatory way. "After a man has been in the air for thirty hours or so he wants to come down," he said. "Breathing is difficu't, even with the assistance of a little oxygen. While one is far above the earth he has a great appetite, but has no desire to eat much at one time. The air is so exhilarating that one glass of champagne has as much ef fect as a whole bottle would if taken on terra firma. In the clouds one does not desire stimulants, but a lit tle brandy is necessary now and then for warmth and sustenance. If a man is up by himself, as most balloonists like to be, it is not always convenient to stop to eat. "A skipper at sea with a yacht full of seasick landlubbers is not to be Helpless. H. C. Barnabee, the veteran actor, lay, disabled from a fall, and listened to the condolences of a dramatic critic. "For years and years," the writer said, "you haven't missed a perform ance. Now here you lie, helpless as a corpse." "As helpless as a corpse." said Mr. Barnabee, "or as helpless as two ine briates of whom I heard the other day. "These two men had dined together, and after dinner had set too long over their coffee, their liquor, their brandy, and so on. When it came time for them toigo home, they were in a very bad way. Helpless, in fact. They leaned on one another, going with linked arms, but each, as a reed to lean on, was rotten. "Finally they fell, and, with a loud splash, they rolled into a full gutter. A police officer appeared and grabbed the upper man by the collar. " 'No, no. Save my friend. Never mind me. I can wim.' " San An tonio Express. mm ss mx Count de mentioned with a balloonist a few hundred feet in the air with a half dozen terrified passengers. No man can tell how an ascent in a balloon is going to affect him until he tries it. I have known men brave in the face of every danger under the sun lose nerve when the earth and sea spread beneath them as a map. "In moments of terror persons will try to jump from a balloon 1.000 feet or more above the earth as readily as they will from a three-story window in a Are panic. They seem to lose all idea of distance or consequences. There is scarcely a balloonist, I ven ture to say, who has not undergone a terrible ordeal of this sort. That is why aeronauts are careful whom they take up with them. "I have never had a balloon get away from control but once. That was during a terrific storm while I was crossing the North Sea. It was no use talking about steering appa Count de ta Vaulx. ratus then. Like a ship captain in a tempest. I had to cut loose from my prescribed course and run before the wind. The gale was tearing along at ninety miles an hour, and me with 't, At one time I grazed the rocks of some lonely isle. The gulls shrieked at me like fiends. Finally I ran above the clouds, as a ship sometimes runs iuto smooth water, and watched the tempest raging beneath me. A man never forgets such a sight. When the gale was over I descended a few hundred feet and continued my jour ney. "I have never ascended higher than 8.000 meters, which is about five English miles. It was not necessary for me to do so in order to test the qualities of my steering apparatus, in which I was most interested. Prof. Berson of Germany has reached a height of 10,'JOO meters. But after a man has acended S.000 meters he has gone far enough. When the weather is clear the landscape below, with its intersections of bays and rivers, is quite distinct to the naked eye. The only physical feeling, to one accus tomed to it, is one of intense exhila ration. I should compare it to the sen sations of an opium eater, without any disagreeable after effects. "The longest distance I ever trav eled was from Paris to Kieff, in Little Russia, in an international balloon coffee up above." contest in which I won the prize. The total distance, as officially certified by the French and Russian governments, was 2,000 kilometers, which is approxi mately 1.400 miles. The distance was covered inside of thirty-six hours, which established a world's record. It was not necessary to go very high in that race. I had no reason to draw from the tank of oxygen I invariably carry with me. "Speed in the air is governed by the wind and other circumstances. You can no more 'judge of probable speed than you can of a yacht in a breeze at sea. The railway journey from Paris to Brussels is five and one-half hours by express train. I have frequently sped by railway trains and covered the distance in three hours. At other times the trains "Xive had no difficulty Sale of Cigarettes Barred. President Mellen of the New Havth railroad has issued an order prohibit ing station agents from selling cigars and cigarettes. The order, it is said, was passed because commuters pur chased cigarettes at the news stands and then lighted them and insisted on smoking in the stations to the annoy ance of the women passengers. Presi dent Mellen has taken the ground that the company cannct expect men to refrain from smoking when tobacco is placed before them, and has abol ished the temptation with a single sweep, which will affect 200 stations on the entire system. Cab Owners of Lo:'on. There are in London 2.711 cab pro prietors, and of these 2.224 own fewer than five vehicles. As you see. it is a poor man's industry. There is only one large company the London Im proved Cab company, which owns five hundred cabs. In the main, then, the small proprietor the "Mush" who owns a few cabs and drives one him aelf controls the tra-ie. Outing. ll """B SSvSwS1SjBjBjBjBjBjb W- i-c - "kBSBM W ' 4 i. ISH 5SRb Jrf "" lsV i' ti.rJBBBBBJBk-i--- JBBBBB VssW? Sjs?--" BjBjBJl Sls:BBMiilifcr r tijijV WMJr . v- --BBBv2BH daam-wa' s j; iBBBBEBBH BBBBBBBBBB 'tB a wm iav in leaving me behind. But I could keep to my course as surely as they could keep to theirs. A balloon is ot little use if you cannot make it go where you wish. "But ballooning is a sport for gen tlemen. I have no dream that balloons will ever be utilized in times of peace for passenger service or for the mails." Philadelphia Ledger. ROMAN ROADS FOR AUTOS. Ancient Highways in England May Be Reserved for Machines. It would be an odd coincidence if along the Roman roads of Great Brit ain, where once the chariots clattered on the pave, the more terrible auto mobile were now to take its turn, says me New York World. It may be. The public safety on the present town roads may demand it. The old Roman roads run straight, seldom coming near a town en route. What could bo better? Many of the public roads can no longer be used by pedestrians, espe cially by old persons or children, by riders and drivers of horses, or by bi cyclists, without incurring risk. A remonstrance on behalf of ani mals has also been raised, according to United States Consul Hamni of Hull. In a recent letter to the presi dent of the automobile club, Mr. F. E. Ilrkis. chairman of the National Ca nine Defense league, enters on be half of his committee a strong pro test against the "terrible slaughter" of dogs. "A rather well known auto mobilist is in the habit of boasting that he has killed over fifty dogs dur ing a recent tour, and another (a wom an motorist, I regret to say) has been heard to exclaim: 'That is nothing, we run over a dog every time we go out.' " The result of this agitation of the subject is a proposition from some members of the Roads Improvement association to repair and adapt the old Roman roads to the requirements of motor car and cycle traffic, and a subcommittee was appointed to con sider whether it would be possible to m.ike use of these ancient highways (which in many cases are almost en tirely disused.) In the event of an invasion of Eng land motor wagons will bo much used, anil in that case direct roads like these old Roman ways would obvious ly be an immense advantage. GOT HIS MONEY'S WORTH. King of Belgium Paid for One Rose, but Took Tray. George Herbert Head of Cam bridge is in America as a defender of King Leopold's policy in the Congo Free State. Mr. Head, the other day. was talking to a number of men about King Leopold's unselfish handling of the Congo Free Stte revenues, when a Chicagoan said: "I tell you what it is. Leopold is clever. You can't get the best of him. "This is what I saw happen to him in Paris at a bazaar. A little girl, a flower girl, the daughter of a duchess, extended to him a small silver tray o:j which a boutonnicrc lay. It was one of those bazaars where they gouge you right and left, where, if you don't watch out, you depart without cab fare home. " 'Your Majesty,' said the little girl, 'will you buy a flower?' " 'Yes, my child,' said King Leopold. 'How much?' "The flower girl had been coached beforehand, and she replied: " 'Two hundred and fifty francs.' "Two hundred and fifty francs that's $50 for a small rose! It was a little too extortionate. King Leo pold handed over the money, though. Then he took the flower and put it in his buttonhole and, taking the tray also, he slipped it into his capacious pocket and hurried off." Didn't Know Cigar. "I don't think many people know when they have a good cigar," said a well-known Philadclphian. "I was riding home from Essington one day, and the friend who was with me sug gested that we stop at a country store and buy a smoke. I had a few good cigars in my pocket, but as my friend said to be sure to get fifteen-centers. I thought I would test his taste. I laid down a nickel and got three cigars for it. Then I went out into the road and gave my friend one of them. 'How do you like it?' I asked, after he had taken a few puffs. In all seriousness he replied: 'This is a better cigar than I get at home, and you know I pay fifteen cents apiece for my smokes.' Well, when I told him he had been smoking a 'three-for-five he wouldn't believe it at first, and when I convinced him to the contrary he was offended." Philadelphia Record. Onions for a Cold. It is claimed that a bad cold can be broken up by the patient remaining indoors and indulging in a liberal diet of onions. It need not be an exclusive diet, but it must be a liberal one. An onion cure breakfast includes a poached egg on toast, three table spoonsful of fried onions and coffee. Luncheon of sandwiches made of brown bread buttered and filled with finely chopped raw onions, seasoned with salt and pepper, makes the sec ond meal on the schedule. For din ner the onions may be fried and eaten with a chop and baked potatoes. Onion simp is claimed by some to be unequaled as a cure for a bad cold in the head. A Three-Footed Bear. There is at least one bear in Han cock county traveling about on three feet. Two men were out hunting where there was a bear trap set ready for the animals that made camping somewhat dangerous. During the night the men were awakened by a growl and snarling that betrayed the presence of a great bear. They found a foot in the trap, a huge foot, too, and it is thought the animal to which it belonged would weigh over 500 pounds. The bear had gnawed off its foot in its desperate ef forts to escape. Lewiston Journal. v Largest Twin Screw Steamer. D. and W. Henderson. Glasgow, have launched the twin screw steamer Cale donia for the Glasgow and New Yon: service of the Ancbor line. The ves sel is the largest yet built for the Clyde-trans-Atlantic route. Her ton nage is 16,000, she is 515 feet long, 58 feet broad, and her reciprocating en gines will develop 30,000 horsepower. She will carry 00 steerage, 400 scc on'i and 300 first-class passengers. AFTER LIAOYANG FIGHT Newspaper Correspondent with the Rus sian Army Tells How Well-Laid Plans Were Brought to Nought. At the close of a bnstling London bank holiday you may sometimes see the collapsed heap of a man on the pavement outside a public house on the doorstep of which stands, trucu lent in rolled-up sleeves, the barman who has just ejected him. He half scrambles, is half assisted, to his un steady feet, rubs his eyes and looks incredulously at the unaccustomed col or which his hands have carried away from his nose. "What was it?" he asks in a dazed sort of way. "What was it I tumbled over?" "Come 'ome. Bill." says Prudence, his friend, diplomatically; "come just a little way up the street. You caught your foot in something. You don't want no disturbance here not to night." And Bill, with a little natural reluc tance, allows himself to be persuaded. At the corner of the street, when the barman has gone inside. Bill, facing round, shakes his fist in the direction of the closed door and says: "All right, you. You wait a bit. I know where to put my 'and on you when I want you you and half a dozen like yon. Grinnin", bloomiu' monkey. ' Then he recalls, with the sympathetic assistance of his friends, the unfore seeable circumstances that extenuate the fact. The Only Way. Well, there is Liaoyang. away down the street, with the Japanese in pos session ; and here are we. the Russian army, back in Mukden trying to under stand bow it all happened. Frankly, we do not understand it at all. Our recollection of details is a good deal blurred; but. as far as we are able to remember, when it came to straight fighting, man ao man, we were as good as he was, and gave at least as good os we got. He won't see too well with that right eye of his in a hurry, and you could see for yourself, by the way he was nursing it, that the knuckles of his left hand were badly abraded, jut. as Bill"s extenuating sympathizers explained it. "You see your back was too close up against the partition and lie came over the counter sudden in stead of through the saloon as you natchly expected: so it couldn't be helped; you had to go." With us It was the Hank that did it the position the Japanese bad held from the beginning of the war in the lulls on our east flank. Ve did well enough in the fighting, division against division, man against man, but when it come to moving, to the making of fresh dispositions, geography was against us we were too close up against the partition. We could not dislodge them poor, brave, harassed Keller bad worn himself out and final ly had lost his life in successive (lash ing, hopeless endeavors and when it came to the moving of army corps there was only one way to move out. To advance southward, even suppos ing that it had been possible to drive the Japanese back in that direction, was only to run again into danger; to advance eastward against the hill po sitions had bee? demonstrated to be suicide; to move westward, except to counter, was starvation and destruc tion. It was only by a movement northward that the troops could be employed with any hope of utility against the Japanese, and to move northward was another word for re treat. Preparing for a Great Blow. On the 2Cth. 27th and 2Sth of Aug ust there had been three days of mur derous fighting that do not count. Each day saw much fighting, of which no one now seems to know anything. Its importance and its fury, almost the memory of it, were blotted out by the overwhelming experiences that fol lowed. It was merely the fighting incident al to the final disposition for the great struggle. The Japanese were closing up their front within striking distance, and driving outposts back upon the ma'n Russian positions, until the two armies were ranged in two cencentric semi-circles, of which Liaoyang was the center. The Russians, to meet the coming attack, had withdrawn for the advantage of concentration, as far as concentration could be carried with out degeneration into overcrowding. With the inside track and the shorter arc of the inner circle, Gen. Kouro patkin could bring as many of his troops as he desired to bear in which ever direction the turn of events mighj make desirable: and if necessary the whole power and weight of the array could be launched in one terrific blow against Kuroki alone on the top of the eastern plain. The Japanese, so much wider spread, were incapable of any such quick concentration. They were three distinct armies, which could act in concert but not in unity. But suppose the Japanese did not make a perilous frontal attack? Sup pose, instead, that Kuroki moved northward across the Taitseho and left that terrible mountain position from which it had been impossible to dislodge him imperfectly guarded; dislodged himself, in fact, with the view of cutting the railway line and completing the investment of the posi tion? That was almost too good to come true. For, given a swift move ment of the concentrated forces, and for once there would be a battle with the Russians in vastly superior force. Kuroki would be detached and over- Question of Detail. Former Judge Mayer was relating how lawyers often badger witnesses unintentionally, and cited the case or a prizefighter who was on the stand to testify concerning a street fight in which he was a principal. The plain tiff's attorney politely asked the burly witness: "Did I understand you to say that you were a pugilist?" "Dat's what I am," proudly an swered the prisoner. "Oral, manual or caligraphic?" suavely inquired the lawyer. The pugilist looked as if he had re ceived" a blow in the solar plexus, his face grew red as a danger signal and he seemed about to spring out of the chair upon bis inquisitor. Then, turn ing to the bench, he growled: "Say, judge. I'm a fighter, and dat's all. but I ain't one o' drm t'ings dat pie faced bloke calls me." Judge Mayer said the attorney with drew the obnoxious question, and the case proceeded without further mis understanding on the part of the "-uejhty defendant. Philadelphia Ledger. whelmed, and the terrible bogy of tae eastern hills would paralyze the Rus sian movement no more. It would be an easy matter after that to deal with the ethers. ""But. Well, it all happened just as it might have happened, only somehow or other it all seems to- have happened differ ently. Oku and Nodzu made direct at tacks across the open, hurled them selves against the solid wall of riles. against positions and trenches, weak ened themselves by successive attacks which accomplished little or nothing, and certainly never succeeded in car rying to the Russian mind the impres sion of a losing fight. And Kuroki left his impregnable mountains and moved northward across the Taitseho.-aad immediately came the swift movement of concentrated forces, and three army" corps had him at their mercy. It had all come true, and victory, the inevi-" table victory, was resting with her old familiar friends, the Russian troops. But . Well, here we are in Muk den trying to make out what hit us. what it was we tumbled over. Some say it was the Orloff regiments of the Fifth Siberian corps who fired on oho another in the kaoliang instead of on Kuroki's advancing legions, and. hav ing signally defeated one another, mis took their direction. Others say it was the faulty of the kaoliang growing flf teen feet" high, and others blame oao of the army corps to which they them selves do not belong. I have a hazy sort of notion, which is worth nothing, that it was geog raphy that did it. geography in com bination with the as yet half-realized new conditions which modern long range arms have created. Those Far Eastern mountains were in the wrong place. Not According to Program. Perhaps the critical moment in the battle of Liaoyang was when the Japa nese took the Moticnling pass. But as far as I can make out from a batch of contradictory explanations quite a lot of things went wrong just at tho critical moment. Not only did tho Japanese coming from the south de part in an inconsiderate manner from the program of What Ought to Have Been; but Kuroki. on the east, varied it in at least one important particular. He duly crossed the river towards the coal mines east of Yentai, offerinrc himself for separation and demolition by the concentrated force of threo army corps. Either, however, he failed to be de molished, or the three army corps somehow were unable to get at him effectively. He was defeated hand somely enough. There was no doubt of that defeated and isolated, for tho hill positions between him ami the south were brilliantly taken. But just at the moment when ho was surrounded and the rest of tho program was easy came the startling discovery that Liaoyang could be no longer held, that the Japanese south ern armies, instead of remaining at the standstill to which they had been beaten, were advancing wllb such ra pidity on the west, as well as on tho east, that the whole Russian force was in imminent danger of being taken in the rear, as well as on both flanks. There was the disquieting discovery, also, that Kuroki was not exactly where he was supposed to be that, in fact, he had edged northward in a most unpkasant way, and that the army was about to be surrounded, not in well-furnished, fortified Liaoyang. but out in the kaoliang plain about Yentai. where there were no iositions. no perforations, no stores, no fortifi cations, and no earthly chance. Rifle bullets were already falling from Kuroki's rifles on the east when from the west was heard the loom of Nod.ti's pursuing artillery. There was no time to be lost, and nothing for it but hateful word, but we made no bones about it retreat. Charles E. Hands in London Mail. Thousands of Glass Eyes. The number of men. women and children in tho United States who wear artificia' eyes is almost beyond belief. Throughout tho United S'ates. all told. 50.000 glass eyes are sold every year, of which 20,000 pass through the hands of a firm of opti cians in Chambers street. From 12. 000 to 15.0C0 of these eyes are manu factured in New York, and nearly all of them are "of high quality. Tho cheaper eyes are imported. Artificial human eyes can be bought in Europe at prices ranging from half a mark to twenty marks. Eyes of higher price are, however, usually made to order. In America glass eyes retail any where from ?. to $25 each, the latter price being for the finest product mnb to order in this country, special core being taken to match the colors of the false eye with those of its natural male. New York opticians say that the glass eyes made here are bettor than nine-tenths of those which ara imported. Pittsburg Dispatch. Railway Coal Tonnage. Last year coal c-orstitutod about 41 per cent of the total tonnage of tho American railways. To carry a ton in England from the Yorkshire foal fields to I ondon. a distance of 15$ miles, costs 31.S7. while coal is carried from the Carbondale coal region in Illinois to Chicago. 27G miles, for 75 cents a ton. Size of the Two Stickneys. There are two Stickneys at the New York bar. Col. Albert Stickney. tho sire, stands about five feet eleven inches in his stockings, with a fac ulty of lengthening himself in a mo ment of wrath that seems to add ono cubit to his stature. He is, withal, a censor of professional morals, and the terror of lawyers who attract the un favorable attention of the Bar asso ciation. Compared with his son. however, he is a short man, for Stickney, junior, measures lengthwise six feet our and one-half inches. The latter is tho giraffe of his profession. "By all that's good," said Wheeler H. Pcckham to the elder Stickney. "it is to be hoped, for the sake of the next generation of lawyers, that your son does not turn out to be such a miracle of virtue as you are, colo nel, setting the standard for his brethren." "'Explain yourself. Brother Peck ham: explain yourself." "Just think what an effort it would be for them to look up to him." New York Mail. x - YJ . s "! -H P '- .- k. i
