"4d6d3d31-0aaf-4521-89b3-85cc7e77d320"@en . "CONTENTdm"@en . "[The Nanaimo Mail]"@en . "BC Historical Newspapers"@en . "2015-12-01"@en . "1896-05-30"@en . "https://open.library.ubc.ca/collections/nanamail/items/1.0082603/source.json"@en . "application/pdf"@en . " 1?\nA\nw\ns\n' ! .-.\u00C2\u00AB. -...\nIs the time to have your\nname put ou the list.\nKeep Posted\nOn thc issues of the campaign hy reading the\nNanaimo Mail.25g^Trriiern\nturritta\nIs our business, and the superiority of our work commends itself, while as to prices\nIt Is Profitable\nTo deal with us,\nVOL. I.\nNANAIMO, BRITISH COLUMBIA, SATURDAY NIGHT, MAY 30, 1896.\nNO. 53.\nIS THE TARIFF A TAX?\nThey say it is not; maybe so; but look over this\norder we filled a few days ago. It may help\nyou to judge.\nl'tticrc.\n251bs Good Raisins $1.00...\nI21bs Good Currants, cleaned 1.00....\n121bs Prunes, choice 1,00, ..\n81bs Evaporated Peaches 1.00\nlOlbs Evaporated Apples 1.00,..\nlOlbs Choice Codfish 1.00 ..\n10 tins Good Sardines 1 .00. . .\n121bs Farina 1.00....\n121b box Gloss Starch 1.00 . .\n10 packets Corn Starch 1,00. ..\n8 tins Good Jam 1.00...\n8 boxes Best Figs 1.00\t\n171bs Best Sago 1.00,. ..\n1 box Yellow Soap 2.\n2 bars White Castile\t\n7 packets Pearline\t\n8 bars Sapolio 1\n1 tin Coal Oil 1\n7 tins Milk 1\nDl'TY.\n-Jibs Green Coil'ee, extra . .\n01 Its Chicory. Best English.\n171 I.s Pearl Barley\t\nSlbs Eagle Chocolate\t\n81 lis Cocoa\t\nlibs Dessicated Cocoanut..\nzo,\n1,00.\n1.00.\n00.\n50.\n00.\n00.\n00\n00.\n00\n90.\n00.\n12\n12\n18\n10\n20\n18\n18\n15\n2*1\n20\n12\n50\n12\n25\n30\n21\nOS\n15\n12\n12\n20\n$26.55 $4,70\nIf4 70 Is tho amount of thei duty on this small order. In adlltlon there is\ntiie wholesaler's profit i that amount and my Binall profit on all, Tlm in.in\nwho gave the order paid the whole lot, Muyhe It isn'i a tax, Still if you\nHole the figures you will see plainly that you can get. more for your money\nthan elsewhere, at\nTiie People's Store\nVICTORIA CRESCENT.\nThe \"Sinter Shoe\"\nFOR MEN\nIn Black anil Tau.\nBALS AND CONOKESS.\n*J\nP\nunci\nIT'S NO GO !\nThe \"Prince of Political Cracksmen\" In\nhis fiinillinr r, do.\nLadies' Canvas Oxfords,]\nies' Kid Oxfords, j\n>\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 In Black and Tan.\nChildren's Tan Button Boots and Low Shoes.\nCash Boot and Shoe Store,\nNo. 17 & 19 Commercial Street.\nE. E. (.'. Johnson, Manager,\n4-%* -%>*%%'%-*%-%%-*%*-%%%-%%*%%%%-%'\u00C2\u00BB<-\u00E2\u0080\u00A2*-\u00C2\u00AB--\u00C2\u00BB'%*-%'*%-<\nLADIES !\nAs the New Spring Season t\ vtj tjI *l\nis now upon us V[) 1>Ulj I all\nto come and inspect our stock of\nLadies'i Children's Millinery\nOur stock this season we assure you is\ncomplete in every respect and bound\nto please. It comprises all the latest\nnovelties, etc. A very fine and well\nassorted stock of Ladies' Sailors and\nChildren's Galatea, Silk and Lace Hats.\nJ. S. STANNARD & CO.,\nCrescent Store, Nanaimo, B. C.\nALBERNI IX LINK.\nBest Political Meeting Ever Held iu\nTlnil District.\nThe opposition candidate, accompanied hy Mr. (i. F. Cane of this\ncity, paid an election visit to Alberni lust week. In Alberni, as elsewhere throughout this district, there\nure the strongest evidences of the\ngreat majority recording its disapproval of the present government.,\nThe electors nre rising above narrow parly lines and uro prepared\nto vote in the interests of the country. A large meeting wus held in\nthe court house pn Thursday evening,'ut which James Forrest, J. P.,\npresided, The meeting was n decided success, and was claimed by\nnil present t,, be tho best political\ngathering ever held iii ihat district.\nInfluential agents were appointed\nnnd n strong committee formed to\nfurther Mr. Mclnnes' candidature,\nAnother hie Nailed.\nWe regret to see thai onr esteemed\ncontemporary, the Wellington Enterprise, i\u00C2\u00AB compelled by the desperate\ncondition of iin party to resort to the lie\npure and simple, We rofer to that part\nof its editorial on Mr. James Haggart in\nits last issue, reading as follows:\n\"Both the nominees of thc two wings\nof (the Liberal-Conservative party have\nannounced their platforms through the\npress, lull so lur theii,it candidate lias\nfailed to do so, thus giving a gnncral\nIdea to the electors that he is moro <>r\nless afraid to show his colors or In Male\nthe platform on which he stands.\"\n.Mr. Mclnnes published his platform\nfor two mouths in the Nanaimo .Man,\numl in the Courtney News.\nSince then he has elaborated his views\nclearly and distinctly on every question\nof interest to the district in a pamphlet\nof over twenty-six pages and distributed\ncopies of it bv thousands throughout the\ncountry districts. No one knows this\nbetter than the Wellington Enterprise,\neven though Mr, Mclnnes did nol see tit j\nto insert his platform in its columns.\nKeep il up, Mr. Enterprise, You may;\nsoon be as reliable as tho Colonist. Only\ntry and make your next lie not quite so ,\ntransparent.\n \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00C2\u00BB\u00C2\u00BB\u00C2\u00AB\u00C2\u00BB\t\nLike Our Own McKinlcyitcs.\nMark Ilaiina, the manager of;\nMcKinley's Presidential campaign,!\nis a lake vessel owner and n member of the Luke Carriers' Association of Cleveland, one of the chief\npurposes of which is to reduce the\nwages of seamen and to fight the\ntrades unions. -CoatlSeamen's Journal\nPOLITICAL POINTS.\nNow that the Colonist has endorsed Mr. [Iaggart, Mr. llaslam is\nsuid lo In- the favorite for second\nplace.\nThe place to look for .1 thing is\nwhere you losl it. If the people\nwish to regain their rights they\nmust look to the ballot box,\nThere are those who o impl tin\nthat Mr. Kaslam's address to tho\nelectors is too brief; while others\nbelieve ii is too profuse, and th it it\nwould have been more i\" his interest to \"say nothing and jaw wood.\"\nli has been reported lo us thai\none of tin- delegates to the recenl\nconvention of the Liberal-Conservatives, held al Nanaimo, got there by\n-'tricks thai are dark and ways thai\nare mean.\" The delegate referred lo\ncalled n meeting near hi- residence\n(somewhere between Wellington\nand Alberni) bul alas! nol one of\nthe \"true ami independent eleo-\ntors\" linn,'.I tip, Nothing daunted,\nour worthy \"delegate\" elected himself chninunn,secretary,etc.,ad, lib,\nand without any serious opposition\nnominated himself n ,b I, gate to the\nLibel il Conservative ooiivcntiiiii.\nComing from sinli a strong portion\nof the constituency he was a Conservative pillar of no meat) order.\nThus another of the \"delegates\" is\naccounted for, Enterprise.\nConservatives in Union and\nComox think that the friciulsof Mr.\nllaslam in Nanaimo h-u-e unwisely\nforced him into the arena al a late\nday when Mr. Haggart had been in\nthe field for weeks, thus splitting\nthe strength of the party. It is an\noffence to say that Mr. llastuni is\nthe regular candidate. We arc entitled to ii voice in the convention,\nand were unceremoniously pushed\naside while a Nanaimo clique put\nup an Unwilling candidate, and\nnow nsks us to he hound by their\nnotion. All respecting Conservatives will naturally wish to be excused. If wo remember correctly,\nthe manipulators of the so-called\nNanaimo convention nre (hu same\nset that in the Board of Trade of\nthat city passed a resolution\nagainst Dominion aid to the extension of ihe E. & N- Railway to\nUnion and Comox.- Union News.\nTub Mail iidvertisiniciiils bring tho\nheat returns,\nNEWS AND VIEWS.\nA trust including nearly all llie\nbill and mil manufacturers in the\nUnited States has been formed in\nBoston, Mass. Tin- price of nuts\nand bulls has advanced 50 per cent\nin the last month.\nDuring the past 17 years $300,-\n00 1,000 has been invested in public\nelectric light plants in the united\nStates, 200 of them under municipal control, and 2000 of them owned and managed by corporations.\nIn tin- Court of Common Picas Bf\nPhiladelphia, on the loth inst,\nTei en,-,' \. Powderly won a verdict\nagainst James It. Sovereign for $1,\n225.73 back pay as Grand Master\nWorkman 01 the Knights of Labor.\nA \" prominent Democrat \" in\nWashington, D. ('., bastold a newspaper correspondent thai President\nCleveland is laying wires for a'big\npolitical sensation on tho Cuban\nquestion, to be sprung after the Republican convention in 8t. Louis,\nand in lime for ihe Democratic convention in iIhicago,\nA telegraph message was sent\naround the world from the hall of\nthe National Electrical Exposition\nin New York on the 18th inst. Tbo\nroute was via San i'raneisco, Van-\ncover, Montreal, Caneo, London,\nLisbon, Bombay, Tokio and return.\nThe distance covered was over 15,-\n000 ami the time occupied four\nminutes,\nGreat things arc happening in\nMoscow these duys. But the \"semi-\nbarbaric splendor,\" and all that, is\nnot half so interesting as the foot\nthat thousands of poor people will\nget nil they can eat and drink for\nthree weeks and the promise that\nthe Czar will abolish all forms\nof corporal punishment and pardon\na large number of Siberian prisoners, Thus the Czar will make a\nflood law with fi single stroke of the\npen, and there is no Supreme Court\nto declare it unconstitutional.\n -*\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2- - \u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThe iiesuit of Protection,\nThe Chinese blouse and waist\nfirm of Hue Kai it Co.in San Francisco employs only two white wo-\n' men, who took the place of Chinese\nstrikers. The women make from 50\nto To cents per day of 11 hours.\n. mtm -\u00E2\u0080\u0094 \u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHas the National Policy nindc vou rich?\nQuack Remedies Advertised at\nthe People's Expense.\nTin- Unparalleled and Unprecedented\nMethods Adopted by Political\nand Patent Medicine\nFakirs.\nTt can safely he said that never\nat any time in any country has a\npolitical pamphlet lieen published\nmore contemptible, sordid and grotesque than that styled '\"A Political\nReview,\" issued by Dr. Kyckman,\nM. P., and sent \"free\" by Montague\nand Haggart to all the electors of\nCanada. Think of it\u00E2\u0080\u0094carloads of\nthese papers franked under the\nhand of a Cabinet Minister advertising the benefits of the National\nPolicy and \"Ryckman's Kidney\nCure.'' It has been estimated that\nover one million copies have been\nsent, out by .Montague and Haggart; that is to say, at one cent\napiece, the country has been robbed\nof ten thousand dollars postal revenue. Of course ten thousand dollars is not much\u00E2\u0080\u0094we think nothing\nnow-a-days of a Tory cabinet minister defrauding the country out of\na small sum like that. It sinks\ninto insignificance compared with\nsuch splendid achievements as the\nTay bridge, Souiange canal and\nMcConnolly-McGreevy steals. But\nit is remarkable in this : Never before in parliamentary history have\ncabinet ministers sunk so low as to\nprostitute the privileges of their\nposition for the purpose of advertising patent medicines. Ryekman,\n;:i man who, after having been convicted of boodling, took the platform in Ontario as an avowed annexationist, openly and barefacedly\npuis his miserable compound on the\nsame level, in one and the same\ndocument, and is aided and abetted in, advertising it, at the expense\nof the people, by Dr. Montague and\n.ioliii Haggart, cabinet ministers\nand supposed to he gentlemen and\nmen of honor. Men must indeed\nbo losl to all sense of decency who\ngo so far as to use the name and\nporirait of one of the few honorable men left in their party\u00E2\u0080\u0094Sir\nDonald Smith\u00E2\u0080\u0094as a bait for Ryckman's Kootenay Cure. Ye gods\nand little fishes! No wonder Sir\nDonald has sought refuge in England. There at least he will not be\ncompelled to associate with such\npolitical prostitutes as Ryekman,\nMontague and Haggart. We cheerfully offer the following advertisement for the use of our Tory\nfriends, conceived, we believe, in\nthe most approved quaok almanac\nllr. Tappers Drug Shop.\nPolitical Machine Dootorixg Donb,\n1\nTry the t (real and Only Conservative\nREMEDIAL BILL *\"\" KOOTENAY GUI\nEndorsed hy Clergymen I\nUnrivalled for Vie In .*- 'hoolsl\nSoe Om- Testimonial!I\nRead Our Drug Circular)I\n-,-ui I'tv*. So Pottage.\nAlisuhitely.iheonly A'niacin's franked\nhy Privy Councillors and\nCabinet Ministers!\nBleed! Bleed!\nI'hii>ic.' Physic'.\nli sick, nur Remedies will\nk i R i::\nIt well! take them anyway!\nVou might got Blrk,\nN. B.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Take both.\nTake our Kootenay Cure and Bleed I\nKooteneiyl Owel Kootenay\nCure! Aootenay! fare*.\nHead and Bowells of Old Party Gone I\ninn uc are In it for iafet**<\nWe Use Religions Remedies!\nRomedlal Bill [or Offloo and Profltal\nKooteuay Knra for Proflta Auyivtiy!\nSwallow the Remedial Bill I\nSwallow- the Kootenay Kurel\nKeep mi swallowing!\nSwallow! Swallow I Swallow I\nHow is 'I'llis. TupperV\nAn unknown man in Westville,\nConn., sent 80 cenls in postage\nstamps to the Treasury Department recently as a conscience contribution. He Btatea that, while\nguarding commissary stores during\nthe war, he took from sugar barrels\nat vat ious limes many lumps ol\ndue oi n hich, with In-\nereal .... thai nine, he computes\n1 at 80 fonts. \u00E2\u0080\u00A2OPYRIOHT BY AMERICAN PRfcSS AS30C,AT,0N,l\u00C2\u00AB4\n\"Don't ax mo, chile. I ain't pot time\nter liiiildiT flu'in out who all lie look lik'.\nYo' go on hack nn retain hir.i tlar in do\nparlor ilium. Ne oriniu 'bout do dinner.\nI lav he ho too busy looldn at yo' in dat\ndar white frock, wid dem roses in yo'\nlicit an yo' liar, to know wlioildi r he's\ner swallerin fried chicken er meat un\nSnaps. 'Sides i ilun put.on nil suits or\nthin's. an that dat fool Suseooin'tspUe\ninn if she try, \"\nDare's face grew rosier than ever, but\nsho saiil. with an attempt at dignity:\n\"You mustn't say such things, tuanuny.\nYou know vory well thai I\u00E2\u0080\u0094that hi \u00E2\u0080\u0094\noh, pshaw, I forget. I camo to nsk you\nto open the press and see if grandfather\nhad any arnica.\"\n\"Fin out for yo'self,\" mummy said\nmajestioaUy, Hinging wide the doors of.\nit tall secretary, black with age. \"Yo'\nkin read tie name OU dem dar doctor's\ntruck, but cf dat dar .Mr. Haywood t'ink\nhe know better'n I dues whin good for\ner sprained wris', why, jes' let 'im go\nlong 'hour lixin hit. I ain't po' tor doe*\ntor 'in,. (Imi knows!\"\n'Yes, you en; mammy. Von know\nyou dote on sick people, bul this is my\ndoing. His arm pains him dreadfully, 1\nknow it by the whiteness of his lips, and\nI read Ihe other day\"\t\n\"(Hi. yes, yo' 'read!' Much dem newspapers knows 'bout hurteil folks. Goon\nerway, chile. Nobbor Beoduogood ooine\nyit union foolin wid doctor's truck. Dcs\nsoon as dinner's ober I gwine make 'im\ner tansy sweat for dat arm. \"\n\"No, this will do,\" Dare said, running off with a tall bottle. Mammy\nlooked after her anxiously, shook her\nbead and went ou laying the table for\ntwo, stopping now and again to give a\ngroaning sigh and mutter something\nthat sounded like \"rack an ruin.\"\nIf her eyes could have pierced walls,\nshe would have been even more rueful.\nIn the parlor across Iheliall young Hay-\nwood lay ai length upon tho old fashioned sofa, his drawn, set face, alone proclaiming what he Buffered. Dare knelt\nat his side, carefully mil Inding the\nbruised ami swollen ana. at sight of\nwhich she gave n little Involrintary cry.\n\"Let me bathe it,\" she saiil, filching\na basin of fresh water. A minute later\nease seemed to trickle from her slim,\nsoft Sngara Tho stranger looked at her\nWith grateful eyes, saying: -'How delicious! If it oould but last, I would go\nstraight to sleep.\"\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2'Try to,\" said Dare. -'It is the best\nthing that could possibly happen to\nyou, ' as she spoke propping ids elbow\nwith a pillow and supporting the hurt\narm with her hand. Her touch brought\na quick light into the young fellow's\neyes. He lmiked Straight ut hor and said:\n\"Would you really stay there on your\nknees it whole 10 minutes for me?\"\nThe girl put down the baud she held\nvory gently, got to her feet aud said,\nwith dropped eyes: \"I would do it lor\ntal atmosphere, ho had begun to piece Suddenly it slid out of his hands to a\ntogether many shreds of his misfortunes | writhing heap at Ins feet, and out ot it\nand so in a measure judge tho stuff\nwhereof they wore spun.\nThroughout the process the feeling\nhad grown and strengthened that this\nweazened creature, so brown, so bent, so\nsoft of voice and downcast of eye, held\nin her hands more than ono clew, worth\nto him far more than life. Indeed life\nmeant to this bravo gentleman but a\nweary battle, where defeat was shame,\nvictory only death with honor.\nFate hod so nearly stripped him of\nhuman feelings, of human ties, There i\nwas only Dare, a slip of a girl, who I\nwould marry away from tho Overtoil ]\nname, who would forget in her frocks,\nher babies, her husband, all tho story,\nthe wrong, tho tragedy of her race.\nFrom the outset sho was among his disappointments. He had so hoped for a\ngrandson that this puling girl seemed a\nsorry jest of fate\u00E2\u0080\u0094all the more when\nWithin a year of her birth she was left\nwholly orphaned. If her father had but\nlived, if that other\u00E2\u0080\u0094 Brave as lie was,\nFrancis Overton dared uot trust himself\nto think of or remember the valley of tho\nshadow from which his soul had cuuio\nout so cruelly seared.\nStrong in this nameless, formless impulse, he had drawn rein at Jinoey's\ncabin when tho sun was an hour high,\nIt sat under the lee of a sharp hill, whoso\nshadow fell heavily about it. A brindled\nstarveling dog lay on the step before the\nsingle dour, its shutter stood fairly ajar,\ngiving a long glimpse of the dusk interior, where a lire of roots smoldered in\nthe big fireplace, their burning filling\nnil the place with a dank, pungent smell.\nThe mongrel lay voiceless, motionless,\nwatching tho newcomer with fierce,\nbeaily eyes. It was but a starveling atom\nof skin and bone, hardly able by the look\nof it to upbear tin- ohoi-a whioh waa fas- ( crept over tho soft curves of\ntimed at one end tu its collar, at tho nth- . one.\n\"Oucrton cUitml The end is coming.\"\na smothered voico cried, with still tht\nnote of mockery: \"Overton claim! The\nend is coming, coming through a woman whose weakness is stronger than\nyour strength.\"\nWhat wonder, then, that his face\nblanched at sight of the one woman who\nowned Overtoil blood thus in proximity\nto a young man unheard of, undreamed\nof before?\nCHAPTER VII.\nDaro faced her grandfather with no\nsign of confusion. Indeed her first word\nwas for him.\n\"How wet yon are!\" she cried, moving toward him. \"Surely you did not\nhave to swim at thc ford?\"\nHe put her away with an impatient\ngesture, saying no word, but a burning\nQuestion in his eyes. Dare had met liiin\nWith a pretty appealing droop of tho\nhead. Now she stoud up as straight as\nhimself, aud to the watcher's eye a curious race likeness to tho stem old face\nthe young\n- A WISH.\nDeath, when I die, I pray then let it be\nIn autumn, when aoroBB the spiky furze\nThere floats tin, lilin of silver Kossumers\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nIn early nutunai, whi-n the oherry tree\nIh touched with flame, the bueuh with russet\ngold.\nAnd o'er the fallow field und purple leu\nThe starlings scream, whilo swallows put to\nsea,\nAnd woolly mists hanp light on wood and wold.\nNow, whin no sound is beard, unless it wore\nTho thud of acorns on the wrinkled earth,\nWhile thoughts \"f summer linger in the air,\nSweet wilh tin, smell of apples\u00E2\u0080\u0094now, when\nmirth\nIs still as Krinf, and pence is everywhere,\nBring me. O death, into the arms of birth!\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094London Spectator.\nFALSE DAWN.\n-~,-r\n\"Let me bathe tt,\" she tcild,\nanybody who was suffering, but no doubt\nI liud better hind your arm Luarnioamid\nleave you alone until dinner is ready.\nMaybe you will oatoh a nap anyway.\"\nYoung Haywood sat instantly upright,\nlaying anxiously, \"Indeed, Miss Overton, I hope I have not offended you?\"\nDare shook her head. \"No,\" she said,\n\"bnt you will offend me very deeply if\nyou do not ut once lie down und iniiko\nyourself us comfortable us possible,\"\nWith a merry feint of terrifiedobfldi*\nencc, the stranger Stretched again on the\ncouch. Dare throw a light gray blanket\nover him and bent to slipa fresh cushion\nunder Ids arm. As she leaned lightly\nabove him a voice frum the door said:\n\"Dare, what does all this mean?\"\nTurning,she faeed her graiulfalher, his\neyes biasing, his mouth blue white and\nworking as she had seen it but 0000 before in all bur young life.\nridden fast, picking his way along l well remembered.\nCHAPTER VI.\nWell might Francis < Iverton stand\naghast at a sight so unexpected, so unwelcome. Already tho day had brought\nhim weird nnd thrilling experience, It\nall camo hack to him now with double\nforce. Through the earliest morning he\nhad\nbridle paths through overgrown neg\nlectod byways to the conjuro woman's\ncabin. Why ho could uot havo put in\nwords had llfo depended on it For days\ntho feeling had been growing upon him\n vague, intuitive, expectant. Jincey,\nonce his father's slave, yoars older than\nhimsolf, was a living link witli that\nfated, fateful past. Her own raco raukotl\nher at once seer and sorceress. Further,\nhor master's son knew experimentally\nthat her magic was not wholly matter\nof fable. Ho remembered but too well\nhow in the old days tho strongest arm in\nthe plantation had withorod at her curBo;\neven better, tho sidelong downcast look\nwith which, of tor freedom camo, sho had\napproachod him, saying, \"Marso Frank,\nI i jrwiuo leavo yo'\u00E2\u0080\u0094fur yo' own\ngood, unnerstan.\"\nHo could not, if ho would, forgot tho\nniictuous satisfaction underlying tho\nSeemingly humble words. Then ho did\nnot stop to think what it might meiui,\nrout and torn as his mind was with the\nblows and biiffetings of fate. As time\nbrought calmnossand olanty tohismcu-\n| er to a staple driven ill the long wall.\nMajor Overton looked at it compassionately. He knew that the gaunt orea-\n. ture was no reflex of poverty within, but\nj a victim to the belief among Ihe class of\n: its mistress that only a hungry dog is a\ntrusty guard. As lie set foot upon the\nthreshold, rapping loudly on the batten,\nthe cur, with a quick, stealthy motion,\nmade as if to set his teeth in his leg. |\n' Instead of kicking or striking it, Major\nj Overton turned and looked steadily at\nit until it slunk out of sight under tho\nhouse.\nDeforo lie turned away bis eyes a soft,\ncracked laugh at his elbow made him\nstart Jincey had flung wide tho door\nj anil stooit peering at him from under her\nband and saying:\n\"Marso Frank, won't yo' nobber learn\nter kick dogs in time?\nThe covert significance of the query\nj was lost upon her visitor, or if ho heeded\nj it, he gave no sign. Stepping within, he :\ntixed a linn regard upon the old woman\nand said very low:\n\".lincey, do you know why 1 havo\ncome hero? I confess that I cannot say.\" |\nAgain .lincey laughed. This time\nI there was a hint of triumph in it. A\n] sudden flame on the heatth lit up the\nlow, grimy interior, the gun upon tbo\n. wall, the swinging rack heaped witli\nskins and garments, tiie big plump bed,\n, with its white pillows anil \"risingsun\"\ncoverlid, the hide bottomed chairs, tho\n! row of chests against the wall, the table ,\n' lit one side spread witli an untouched\nbreakfast, .lincey herself,With her thatch\n, of snow white wool, her keen, down lid- \\n; tied eyes her small fingered, skinny ,\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 hands.\nShe held both before her, as ill deprecation, and said slowly, as if in deep |\nmeditation: \"Maybe it's because I'm\n! most dead. Von couldn't bo let wait\nany longer.\"\nThere was so littlo of African accent\nor idiom in her speech as toproolaim\nthat she bad been ill hor youth more |\nwith white people than with the black.\nThere was, too, a curious similarity of\nIntonation to the voice of her visitor. A\nquick car would easily perceive that\ntheir speech had been molded after much\nthe same model Major Overton shivered slightly as she spoke and said, dropping into the nearest chair, \"Mother's\nbeen dead more than 50 years, Jincey,\nbut you've gut her accent as pat as the\nday she died. \"\n\"I don't change\u00E2\u0080\u0094in somo things,\"\nthe black woman said, moving toward\nthe lire and steadying herself ngninst ono\nof tho huge rook jambs. Major tIverton\ngot up and stood facing her, eying her\nkeenly as she slowly fingered the rosary\nuf keys al her girdle.\nUpon one of them\u00E2\u0080\u0094a small dull bit of\n1,,-nss\u00E2\u0080\u0094her hand paused witli a slow, sensitive clutch, then moved doliuntly on to\ntho cupper, tho steel, the iron, that mado\nup the tale. Hut nut out- of them was so\ni (Kid, had such wards iih the brass one,\nthough it was strangely familiar to\nMajor Overton's eye. He held out his\nhand for it, saying carelessly, \"Let me\ni see that, Jincey, that brans key there. \"\nWithout a word sho laid it in his\n' palm. Ho saw tho duplicate of tho key\n, which had locked in his father's deeds\niu that faraway night, so sorrowfully\nLotting a hand fall eithersido of her,\nDare said, with a distinctness that would\nhave been harsh had her voico been less\nclear: \"Tho gentleman is hurt, grandfather. 1 have tried to make liim comfortable, as you would have dune. Let\nme make you acquainted with him\u00E2\u0080\u0094Mr.\nAllen Haywood.\"\n\"What name did you say? The wind\nroars so I can hardly hear,'' Major Over-\nton said, stepping within, unmindful of\nthe dripping from his soaked garments\nupon tho immaculate floor. Before Daro\ncould repeat it the stranger got upon his\nfeet and said, with a profound obeisance:\n\"Let mo answer that, Major Overton.\nThu young lady knows ouly a part of my\nname. 1 am Allen Haywood Fauntleroy,\nvery much at your service. \"\nSpite of his white hair, fire leaped to\nMajor Overton's eyes; big veins stood out\nupon his forehead; his mouth grew set\nand hard; his hand clinched nervously\nupon the riding whip he held. Forafull\nminute lie was silent. Then, speaking\nvery tow, he said:\n''Leave us, Dare. Mr.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Fauntleroy,\"\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094choking over the name\u00E2\u0080\u0094\"I am sorry\nto sue yon in such ill plight. I hope\nt hat my peoplo have mado you as coin-\nfortable as possible.\"\n\"They have done much more tlintl'rhat\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094saved my life. Bnt, Major Overton,\nevery minute yon stand thus dripping\nwet endangers yours. 1 beg you to make\nyourself oomfortable, Then give me tho\npleasure of an hour's talk with you. \"\nMajor Overton's eyes blazed more\nthau over, yet he answered in a tone\neven more silken soft;\n\"Pardon me, Mr, Fauntleroy, yon aro\nmy guest. Nothing puts that aside. But\nunder all the circumstances of the ease\nI must ask that all otlier than casual\ncommunications shall come through my\nlawyers.\"\nWith that ho bowed himself away, to\nreturn a little later\nsuit of fine threadbare black, with a silver tray in his hand, upon which stood\n1 a decanter and two glasses. Ho set tho\n1 salver on the table at Fauntleroy's elbow\nj and said in lho samo restrained voico:\n\"Dinah, my housekeeper, has told me of\n1 your mishap After it you are naturally\nrather shaky, and hero is somo brandy\n: that I can recommend. It has stood in\nItidgi ley cellar rising 40 years. As you\n| ore somewhat disabled, let me give you\na glass.''\nThe other held out his well hand and\nwatched with curious eyes the flow of\nthe oily golden brown liquor that, in\nspile of a rainy day's gray light, hold\nyet a hint of suushino. As ho sipped it j\nslowly tho door was thrown aside, and\nmammy's vuicosuid, \"Dinner's ready,\nmentor.\"\nAs tho two men entered tbo dining\n! room tho younger looked expectantly\nabout, but Daro was not visible. Only j\ntwo covers were laid. The meal went\nhcatily forward, though tho guest found\nWhat does this unlock?\" he oskod,\nhis eyes lull on tho old, old face. Jincey\nanswered, as though dreaming.\n\"Better ask thom that know. I\ndon't.\"\n\"How came you by it, then?\"\n\"I \u00E2\u0080\u0094 found it \u00E2\u0080\u0094 in the road\u00E2\u0080\u0094last\nyear.\"\n' 'Jincey, wo aro too old for lying. Tell\nmo how long you have hail this key.\"\n\"Why do you wont to know?\"\n\"You know without telling. It was by\nhelp of that key our deeds wore stolen\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nmy father murdered.''\n\"Master\u00E2\u0080\u0094master was a good man, too\ngood to die,\" tho old woman Bold, staring straight before her with fixed, glassy\noyea Suddenly her form grew rigid, she\nthrow a hand above her head and said in\na hoarso whisper, punctuated by gasps:\n\"Go away, master; go awayl You aro\ndead, doad! I never touched your pa-\ni pors.\"\nMajor Overton took her hand in a hard\ngrasp and said close to her ear:\n\"Who took them, Jincey?\"\nNo answer. Tho rigid figure tottered,\n\"The gentleman U hurt, grandfather.\"\nboth his host and mammy, who waited\nat table, oven embarrassingly attentive\nto his lightest need. He mado but a poor\npretense of eating. Each mouthful indeed camo near to choking him, though\neverything was dainty, flavorous aud exquisitely served.\n[CONTINUED.]\nwould have fallen but for.his support j yards.\nThe system of handling cotton and\nether freight with compressed air locomotives at the terminal of tho New Orleans and Western Railroad company at\nPort <'hahuotte has been tested and has\nproved to be a snooess. This system was\ndevised by A. N. Swantii, ohief engineer of tbe Delta Construction company,\nand will result iu great saving of cost\nin handling freight and in complete immunity against fire in the terminal\nNo man will over know the exaot\ntruth of this story, though women may\nWhisper it. to ono another after a dimco\nwhen they are putting up their hair for\nthe night, and comparing lists of victims. A man of courso cannot assist at\ntheso functions. So the tale must ho\ntold from tho outside, in tho dark\u00E2\u0080\u0094all\nwrong.\nNover praise a sister to a sister in the\nhopo of your compliments reaching the\nproper oars and so preparing tho way\nfor you later on. Sisters are women\nfirst, and sisters afterward nud you will\nfind that you do yourself harm. Sau-\nmaroz knew this wheu ho mado up his\nmind to propose to tho elder Miss Cop-\nleigh. Saumarez wus a strange man,\nwith few merits so far as mon could soe,\nthough ho was popular with women and\ncarried enough conceit to stock a viceroy's council und leave a little over for\ntho commander in ohief's staff. He was\na civilian. Very many women took an\ninterest in Saumarez, perhaps because\nhis manner to them was offensive. If\nyon hit a pony ovor the nose at the outset of your acquaintance, ho may not\nlove you, but he will take a deep interest in your movements ever afterward.\nThe elder Miss Oopleigll was nice,\nplump, winning and pretty. The younger was not so pretty, and from mon disregarding the hint set forth above hor\nstylo was repellent and unattractive,\nBoth girls had practically the same figure, and thero was u strong likouess between them in look and voice, though\nuo oue could doubt for an instant which\nwas tho nicer of the two.\nSaumarez made up his mind as soon\nns they camo into tho station from Bc-\nhar to marry the eldor one. At least wn\nall made sure that he would, whicli\ncomes to tho same thing. She wns two\naud twenty, and ho wns 8H, with pay\nand allowances of nearly 1,400 rupees a\nmouth. So tho match, ns we arranged\nit, was in overy way a good one. Saumarez was his namo, and summary was\nhis nature, us a man once said. Having\ndraftod his resolution, he formed a select committeo of one to sit upon it nud\nresolved to tako his time. In our unpleasant slang the Coplcigh girls \"hunted iu couples\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094that is to say, you\ncould do nothing with one without the\nother. They were very loving sisters,\nbut their mutual affection was some\ntimes inconvenient. Saumarez hold the\nbulaueo hair trne botwoen them, aud\nnoue bnt himself could have said to\nwhich Bide his hoart inclined, though\nevery one guessed. He rode with them\na good deal and danced with thom, but\nhe never succeeded in dotaohiug thom\nfrom each otlier for any length of timo.\nWomen said that the two girls kept\ntogether through deep mistrust, each\nfearing that the other wonld steal a\nmarch ou her. But that has nothing to\ndo with a man. Saumarez was silent'\nfor good or bad and as businosslikely attentive as he oould be, having due re-\nR\"rt* tQ *li8 wnr-- nLd -1*8 P0*0' beyond\na we'll brushed I doubt both girls were fond of him.\nAs the hot weather drew nearor and\nSaumarez made no sign women said\nthat you could seo their trouble in tho\neyes of the girls; that they wero looking\nstrained, anxious uud irritablo. Mou are\nquito blind iu theso matters unless thoy\nhuvo moro of the woman than the man\niu their composition, in which ease it\ndoes not matter what they say or think.\nI maintain it was the hot April days\nthat took the oolor out of the Ooploigh\ngirls' cheeks. They should havo been\nsent to tho hills early. No one, man or\nwoman, feels an angel when the hot\nweather is approaching. The younger\nlister grow more cynical\u00E2\u0080\u0094not to say\nunit!\u00E2\u0080\u0094in hor ways, and tho winningnoss\nof the elder wore thin. Thero was moro\neffort in it.\nNow, the station wherein all these\nthings happened wus, though not a little\nono, off tho line of rail und suffered\nthrough want of attention. There wore\nno gardens or bunds or amusements\nworth speaking of, and it was nearly a\nday's journey to eomo into Luhoro for a\ndance. Peoplo wero grateful for small\nthings to interest thom.\nAbout tho beginning of Muy nud just\nbefore the final exodus of hill goers,\nwhen the weather was very hot and\nthere were not moro than 20 people in\ntbo station, Saumarez gave a moonlight\nriding picnic ut an old tomb six miles\nswuy neur the bed of tbe river. It was a\n\"Noah's ark\" picnic, aud there was to\nbe the usual arrangement of quarter\nmile intervals between eaoh couple ou\naccount of the dust. Six eouples came\naltogether, including chaperons. Moonlight pionics are useful just at the very\nend of the season before all tbe girls go\naway to the hills. Thoy lead to understandings aud should be encouraged by\nobaperons, especially thoso whose girls\nlook sweetest in riding habits. I knew a\ncase once. But that is another story.\nThat picnio waB oalled the \"great pop\npicnlo\" beoause every one knew Saumarez would propose then to the eldest\nMiss Oopleigll, and besides his affair\nthere was another which might possibly\nsome to happiness. The sooinl atmosphere was heavily charged and wanted\nclearing.\nWo mot at the parade ground ot 10.\nThe night wus fearfully hot. Tho horses\niweated even at walking pace, but anything was hotter than sitting still in our\nown dark houses. When we raovod off\nunder the full moon, we were fonr\noouples, one triplet. Mr. Saumarez rode\nwith the Copleigh girls, and I loitered\nIt the tail of the processiou wondering\nwith whom Saumarez would ride home.\nEvery oue was happy nud couteuted, but\nwe all felt that thiugs were going to\nhappen. We rode slowly, and it was\nnearly midnight before we reached the\nold tomb facing the ruined tank in the\ndecayed gardens where we wero going\nto eat and drink. I was late in coming\nup, and before I went into the garden I\nsaw that the horizon to the north carried a faint, dun colored feather. But\nno ono would have thanked mo for spoiling so well managed an entertainment\nas this picnio, and a dust storm more or\nless does no meat harm.\nWo gathered by tho tank. Some one\nhad brought out a banjo, which is a\nmost sentimental instrument, nud three\nor four of us sang. Yon muBt not laugh\nat this. Our amusements in out of tho\nway stations are very few indeed. Then\nwo talked iu gronps or togother, lying\nunder the trees with tho sun baked roses\ndropping their petals on our feet until\nsupper was ready. It was a beautiful\nsupper, us cold end as icod ns you could\nwish, and wo staid long over it.\nI had felt that tho air was growing\nhotter uud hotter, but nobody seomod to\nnotice it until tho moon wont ont uud a\nburning hot wind began lashing the\norange troes with a sound Iiko the noise\nof tiio sea. Before we knew where wo\nwero the dust storm was on us, aud\neverything was roaring, whirling darkness. The supper tablo was blown bodily into the tank. We were afraid of\nstaying anywliero near the old tomb for\nfear it might bo blown down. So wo\nfelt our way to the orange trees where\ntho horses were picketod and waited for\nthe storm to blow ovor. Then tho littlo\nlight that was left vanished, and you\ncould uot see yonr hand beforo your\nface. The air was heavy with dust and\nsand from the bed of tho river that filled\nbunts and pockets aud drifted dowu\nnecks and coated eyebrows and inns\ntaclies. It was ouo of the worst dust\nstorms of tho year. We wero all huddled\ntogether close to tho trembling horses,\nwith the thuudor eliutteriug overhead\nand tho lightning spurting like water\nfrom n sluice all ways at once. There\nwas no danger, of courso, uuloss tho\nhorses broko looso. I was standing with\nmy head down wind and my hands\novor my mouth, hearing tho trees\nthrashing each other. I could not see\nwho was next mo till tho flashes came.\nThen I found that I was packed near\nSaumarez and the older Miss Oopleigll,\nwith my own horse just in front of me.\nI recognized the eldor Miss Oopleigll because she had a pagri round her helmet,\nand tho younger had not. All the electricity iu the air had gone into my\nbody, aud I was quivering and tingling\nfrom head to foot, exactly as a corn\nBhoots and tingles boforo rain. It was a\ngrand storm. The wind seomod to bo\npicking up the earth and pitching it to\nleeward iu grent heaps, aud the heat\nbeat np from tho ground liko tho heat of\ntho duy of judgment.\nThe storm lulled slightly after tho\nfirst half hour, aud I heard a despairing\nlittlo voico close to my ear saying to\nitself, quietly uud softly as if somo lost\nsoul wero flying nbout with the wind,\n\"Oh, my God!\" Thon the younger Miss\nCopleigh stumbled into my arms, saying: \"Where is my horse? Uot my horse.\nI want to go homo. I want to go homo.\nTako me home.\"\nI thought that tho lightning nud the\nblnck darkness had frightened hor, so I\nsuid thore was no danger, but sho must\nwait till the storm blew over. She iin-\nBworod: \"It is not that It is not that.\nI want to go homo. Oh, take me nwuy\nfrom hore.''\nI said that sho could not go till the\nlight came, but I felt her brush past me\nand go away. It wus too dark to Bee\nwhore. Theu the whole sky was split\nopen with one tremendous flash, as if\nthe end of the world were coming, and\nall tho women shrieked.\nAlmost directly after this I felt a\nmnu's hand on my shoulder and heard\nSaumarez bellowing iu my ear. Through\nthe rattling of the trees and howling of\ntho wind I did not catch his words nt\nonce, but at last I heard him say: \"I've\nproposed to the wrong ouo. What shall\nI do?\" Saumaroz hud no occasion to\ninako this confidence to mo. I was never\na friend of his, nor am I now, but I\nfancy neithor of us wns ourself jnst\nthen. He was shaking as he stood with\nexcitement, uud I was foeling queer nil\nover with tbo electricity. I conld not\nthink of uuything to say except, \"Moro\nfool you for proposing iu a dust storm.\"\nBut I did not seo how that would improve tbo mistuko.\nThou he shouted, \"Whore's Edith,\nEdith Oopleigll?\" Edith wus tho younger sistor. I answered out of my astonishment, \"What do you want with hor?\"\nWould you believe it, for the next two\nminutes he nnd I wore shouting nt cuch\nother like maniacs, he vowing that it\nwas tbo yonnger sistor he had meant to\npropose to all along, and I telling him\ntill my throat was hoarso that he must\nhave made a mistake. I can't acoouut\nfor this exonpt, uguin, by the fact that\nwe were neither of us ourselves. Everything seemed to me like a bud dream,\nfrom the stamping of the horses in the\ndurkuess to Suumarez telling me tho\nstory of his loving Edith Copleigh since\nthe first. He was still clawing my shoulder and begging me to tell him where\nEdith Copleigh was whon another lull\ncame and brought light with it, uud we\nsaw the dust olond forming on the plain\nin front of us. So we knew the worst\nwas over. The moon was low down, and\nthere was just like the glimmer of the\nfulso dawn that comes about an hour\nbofore the real one. But the light was\nvory faint, and the dun cloud roared like\na bull. I wondered where Edith Copleigh hod gone, and us I was wondering\nI saw three thiugs together: First, Muud\nCopleigh's fuoe came smiliug out of the\ndarkness nud moved toward Saumarez,\nwho was Btandiug by me\u00E2\u0080\u0094I heard the\ngirl whisper, \"George,\" and Blido her\narm through the arm that was not clawing my shoulder, mid I saw that look on\nhor face whicli only comes onoo or twice\nin a lifetime, when a woman is perfect\nturns iuto cloud becuuse she loves aV\nis loved\u00E2\u0080\u0094at the same time I saw Sur?\nmarez's face as be heard Maud Coi\nleigh's voioe, and 50 yards away froj\nthe clump of orange trees I saw a browJ\nholland habit getting upon a horse.\nIt must havo been iny state of ove; j\nexcitement that made ms so quick\nmodcllo with what did not concern ii'il\nSaumarez was moviug off to tho habii*\nbut I pushed him back aud said : \"Sto,\nhero and explain. I'll fotch her back.\nAnd I ran out to got at my own horsiV\nI had n perfectly unnecessary notion th\neverything must bo doue decoutly uli\niu order nud that Samnaroz's first ca*\nwas to wipe the happy look out of Miv. j\nCopleigh's face. All the time I mi\nlinking up tho curb chain I wonder,1.!\nhow ho would do it.\nI cantered after Edith Copleigh, thin,]\ning to bring her back slowly on sonf\nprotenso or another. But she gallopi)'\naway us soon as sho saw me, nud I wis-\nforced to ride after her in earnest. SI\ncalled buck ovor her shoulder: \"(j\naway. I'm going home. Oh, go away I\ntwo or three times, but my business wJ\nto catch her first uud argue later. TJ']\nride jnst flttod in with tho rest of the ej\ndream. The grouud was very bud Bu\nnow and again we rushed through ty\nwhirling, clinking \"dust devils\" in tif\nskirts of tho flying storm. Thore wns i\nburning hot wind blowing that brougO*J\nup a stench of stale brick kilus with i{|\naud through the half light aud thrnuf\ntho dust devils across that dosolate pin/\nflickered the browu holland habit ou I\ngray horse. She headed for the statffjj\nat first. Then sho wheeled round and sfi\noff for the river through beds of burin 1\ndowu junglo grass, bad even to ride plH\nover. In oold blood I should never havi\ndreamed of going over snob a couutr;\nat night, bnt it seomod quite right and,J\nnatural with the lightning crackling\noverhead and a reek liko tho sinell-j\nthe pit in my nostrils. I rode and shod\ned, and sho bout forward aud lashed IilT\nhorso, and the aftermath of the dm\nstorm camo np aud caught us both a-,\ndrovo ns downward liko pieces of pap^l\nI don't know how far wo rode, bv\\ntho drumming of tbe horse hoofs, aud thl|\nroar of tho wind, und tho race of th.l\nblood red moon through the yellow mis-J\nBoomod to havo gone on for years aufj\nyears, nnd I wus literally drenchod witli\nsweat from my helmet to my gaiter j\nwhen the gray stumbled, recovorod hin.f\nsolf und drew up dead lamo. My brntij\nwas used up altogether. Edith Copleig\u00C2\u00BBT\nwas iu a sad state, plastered with dustj\nher helmet off and crying bitterly!]\n\"Why can't you let me ulone?\" sbtl\nsuid. \"I only wanted to get away am]\ngo home. Oh, ploase let mo go!\n\"You havo gottocomo back with m-J\nMiss Copleigh, Saumarez has something\nto say to you.\nIt was n foolish wny of putting it, brl\nI hardly knew Miss Copleigh, au I\nthough I was playing providence ut tbfl\ncost of my horso I conld not toll her if\nas many words wliut Saumaroz had toll\nme. I thought ho could do that bett-f\nhimsolf. All her pretense abont boiiS\ntired aud wanting to go homo bntjluj\ndown, und she rooked herself to and f'(\nin the saddle ns she sobbed, aud the In,\nwind blew hor black hair to loewurd.\nam uot going to repeat what sho sai,'\nbecause she was utterly unstrung.\nThis, if you please, wus the cyuici1\nMiss Copleigh. Hore wus I, almost al\nutter Btrauger to her, trying to toll hit]\nthat Suumarez loved her, and sho Wi\nto come back aud hear him say so. I b,1\nliove I made mysolf understood, for sh|\ngathered tho gray together aud maul\nhim hobble somehow, and we set off fir\ntho tomb, while the storm wont thu I\ndering dowu to Umballa, uud a few bij\ndrops of warm ruin fell. I found on|\nthat she had beeu standing close to S\u00C2\u00BBi\nmarez when he proposed to her sist^\nand had wanted to go home to cry ;'\npeace, ns an English girl should. Shi\ndabbed her eyes with her pocket hnnc,\nkerchief as we weut along and bubble^\nto me out of shoor lightnoss of boa _\naud hysteria. That was perfectly ti\nnatural, aud yet it soenied all rightl\ntho time und in the pluco. All the wor I\nwas ouly the two Copleigh girls, ,Su*j\nmarez and I, ringed in with the lin\nning nn.' the dark, aud the guidanci J\nthis misguided world seemed to lie ]\nmy hands.\nWhen we returned to tbo tomb in thl\ndeep, dead stillness that followed trf\nstorm, the duwn was just brouking, an!\nnobody had gone away. They well\nwaitiug for our return, Saumarez mosl\nof all. His face wus white nnd druw\nAs Miss Copleigh und I limped up, hi\nname forward to meet us, and when hi]\nhelped her down from her saddle,\nkissed her bofore all tho picnic. It wa\nliko u scone iu a theater, aud tho like^\nness was heightened by all tbe du\nwhite, ghostly looking men and woml\nuudor the oraugo trees chipping then]\nhands, us if they were winching a pluj\"\nat Suumuroz's ehoioe. I nover knew uuj\nthing so un-English in my life.\nLastly Saumarez said we must all i\nhome, or tha station would come out !\nlook for us, uud would I be good enough\nto ride home with Maud Copleigh. Noth\ning would give me greater pleasure,|\nsaid.\nSo we formed up, six couples in alll\nand went buck two by two, Snumarej\nwalking at the side of Edith Copleigf\nwho was riding his horse.\nTbe air was cleared, and little by lit!\ntlo as the sun rose I felt we were alT\ndropping baok again into ordinary nW\nand women and that the \"great poj\npionio\" wus a thing altogether apaf\nand out of the world, never to happel\nagain. It bad gone with the duststorf\nand the tingle of the hot air.\nI felt tired and limp and a good den,\nashamed of myself us I went in for i\nbath and somo sleep.\nThero is a woman's version of thia\nstory, but it will never be written, unj\nless Maud Copleigh oares to try.\u00E2\u0080\u0094 RuiT\nyard Kipling.\nAristidS\nAccording to Professor\nMarre, a distinguished French linguist,!\nthe name of tbe Madagascar capitul,,\nAntananarivo, means \"city ofthe thon-v\n..,,,, sand villages.\" It is composed of thai\nly happy and the air is full of trumpets | Mn-agMy wora\u00C2\u00AB \u00C2\u00BBan\" (tbe). \"tanana'r\nand gorgeous colored fire ond the earth (Vii|?ge)( \"rlviV' (thousand). - a i\nState Chemist, California: jj\nThe Royal fulfils all the require- |\nments. Our tests show it has greater |\nleavening power than any other. |\n|\n*!^*-3\u00C2\u00ABB^^*2\u00C2\u00A3^;K;*-5s*^>^*-*-2*'^\nUNCLE SAM'S BONDS.\nThe Whole World at War.\nTho whole world is at war\u00E2\u0080\u0094not the\nIvor of armies or fleets, but none tbe less\nflvar. Capital contends against labor,\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0labor against capital; capitalist lights\nTapitalist iu trade competition; work\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0man fights against workman iu ways\n(which have nothing to do with mere\n\ompetition. Thore be men who deplore\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0tho fucts, who deuouuce the existouca of\nThis warfare, as though nothing good\nLould be said of it, aud yet it is far from\nJ oar that without it the world would\nrnako any progress.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Engineer.\nId Line With the Builne-m.\nI \"He's ono of thoso self acting clerks,\"\naid tho proprietor of the little guushop\nIn speaking of tho young man who had\nl-.nit his employ.\nI \"How is that V\" asked the patron.\nI \"He discharges himsolf.\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094Chicago\nf'ost.\nillthors.\n'Authors may I-.-\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 divided ronghly into\nIbreo groups, the good, the bad and\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0be popular. Tbo first make fame, the\nTecond make books, nud tho third make\nFiuonoT.\u00E2\u0080\u0094New York Evening Son.\nAt the present time tho United States\ni\ias 144 garrisoned forts, arsenals or\nkilitnr.v posts occupied by its troops.\n.ladness Comes\nfitli a better understanding of the\ntransient nature of the many physical ills, which vanish before proper efforts\u00E2\u0080\u0094-gentle e Sorts\u00E2\u0080\u0094pi eusar, I e (Torts -\nJigbtly directed. There is comfort in\nllie knowledge, that so many forms of\nlickucss are not due to any actual disease, but simply to a constipated condition of the system, which tiie pleasant\njimil.V laxative. Syrup of Pigs, prom.pt-\n- removes. That is why it is thu only\neraedy with mllllonsof families, and is\nIvorywhere esteemed so highly by nil\nMho value good health. Its beneficial\nBleats are due to the fact, that it.is the\nlie remedy which promotes internal\nfeanlincss without debilitating the\nVgans ou whicli it acts. It is therefore\nkl important, in order to get its bene-\nTe'e.d effects, to note when yon ptir-\nlliuse, that you luivu the genuine urti-\nlle, whioh is manufactured by the Cali-\ni-rnia Fig Syrup Co. only and sold by\nIII reputable druggists.\nJ If iii the enjoyment of good health,\nlud the system is regular, laxatives or\nVicr remedies are then not. needed. If\nllieted with any actual disease, one\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0ay be commended to the most skillful\nuysicians, but if in need of a laxative,\nlie should have the best, and with the\nlull-informed everywhere, Syrup of\n.sstands highest and is most largely\nled and gives most general satisfaction.\niCZEMA\nFrom early childhood until I was '\ngrown my family)\nspent a fortune ,\ntrying to cure me \\nhi this disease. I visited Hot Springs I\nlind was treated by the best medical J\njicn, but was not benefited. When'\nIii things had |\u00C2\u00BB ft ft | \u00E2\u0096\u00A0 failed I de- J\nermined to LIIIIH try S.S.S. ,\nfind in four | 11U 111 months was i\nintircly cured. The tcrrihl i eczema I\n\u00C2\u00ABas gone, not a sign of it left. My -\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0general health built up, and I have I\nliever had any return of the disease. <\npiCHILDHOOD\nrlm known a failure to euro.\nGKO. W. IRWIN, Irwin, Pa,\n\"~ . Never falls to cure,\"\n| even when alt other (\nremedies have. Our i\n.1 rent iso on blood nml i\nI skin diseases lmiiled\nr free to any address.\nSWIFT SPECIFIC CO . Atlanta, Ga.\nA I'ollte Chlltl.\nProfessor Sully, in an article in The\nPopular Science Monthly, commenting\non the jealous regard for ceremony und\ntho proprieties of behavior as seen in the\nenforcement of rules of politeness by\nqhildron, cites u delightful instance\nthat fell under his owu observation as\nhe wns walking ou Hnmpstoad heath.\n\"It was a spring day, and the fat buds\nof tbe chestnut were bursting into magnificent green plumos. Two well dressed\n'misses,' aged, I should say, about 0\naud 11, wero taking their correct morning walk. The elder called the attontiou\nof the younger to one of the trees, pointing to it. The younger exclaimed in a\nhighly shocked tone, 'Oh, Maud, you\nknow you shouldn't point I' The notion\nof perpetrating a rudeness on the chestnut tree wns fnnny onougb. But the incident is instructive as illustrating the\nobildish tendency to stretch and generalize rules to the utmost.\"\nOpen Car Windows.\nA correspondent writing of open oar\nwindows aud the disagreeable draft\nfrom the same suggests that screens\nsimilar to those used in sleeping cars bo\nprovided for coach windows, nnd thnt\nonly trainmen be allowed Co placo or remove them. A lady writing to the same\npaper suggests original tactics by the\nporson annoyed:\n\"Simply raiso your umbrella or parasol iu front of you, so that tbe wind,\ncinders, dust and smoko blow from your\numbrella on the buck of tho neck of the\nperson who sits by tho window in front\nof you. A very fow minutes suffice to\noonviuce this person that the wind is\nblowing harder than he thought and\nis very disagreeable and uncomfortable.\nSo down goes the window, and ulso the\numbrella, with a quiet smile of gratitude and content, with the result of self\nprotection.\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094Now York Tribuuo.\nOld Maid-I.s I his Hie newspaper office? Clerk\u00E2\u0080\u0094Ves, ma'am. Old Maid\n(blushingly)\u00E2\u0080\u00941 see the Mayor advertised for proposals, and I would like\nto advertise, ton.\u00E2\u0080\u0094t'ldiniicinhla Record.\nCONSUMPTION CUKED\nAN ABSOLUTE REMEDY FOR ALL\nPULMONARY COMPLAINTS.\nT. A. Nlovmii offers to Send Two Bottle* Free or Mia Kemetly to Cure\nConsumption antl All Lung Troubles\n-Au Elixir of Life.\nNothing could be fairer, more philanthropic or carry more joy in its wake than\nthe oiler of T. A. Slooum, M. C, of 183\nPear, street, New York. Perfectly confident thai, he has au absolute remedy for\ntbe cure of consumption and all pulmonary complaints, he otters through this paper to send two bottles tree to any reader\nwho is suttering from lung trouble or consumption, also loss of tlesh aud all conditions of wasting. He invites those desirous of obtaining this remedy to send their\nexpress and postottioe address, aud to receive in return the two bottles free, which\nwili arrest the approach uf death. Already this remedy, by its timely use, has\npermanently cured thousands of cases\nwhich were given up, aud death waB looked\nupon as an early visitur.\nKnuwing hiB remedy as he does, and being so proof-positive of its beneficent re-\nbuTis, Dr. iSlticuin considers it bis religious\nduty, a duty whioh he oweB to humanity,\nto donate his infallible remedy where it\nwiil assault the enemy in its cidatel, and,\nby its inherent potency, stay the current\nof dissolution, bringing joy to homes over\nwhich the shadow ot the grave has been\ngradually growing more strongly defined,\ncauBing fond hearts to grieva. The cheapness of tbe remedy\u00E2\u0080\u0094offered freely\u00E2\u0080\u0094apart\nfrom ils inherent strength, is enough to\ncoin mend it, and more so is the perlect\nconfidence of ihegreatcheniistmaking the\noffer, who holds out life to those already\nbecoming emaeiated, and says: \"Be\noured.\"\nTbe invitation is certainly worthy of tbe\nconsideration of the attlicted, who for\nyears, have been taking nauseous nostrums\nwithout effect; who have ostracised themselves from home and friends to live in\nmore salubrious climes, where the atmosphere is more congenial to weakened lungs,\nand who have fought against death with\nall the weapons and strength in their\nhands. There will be no mistake in sending for these free bottles\u00E2\u0080\u0094the mistake will\nbe in passing the invitation bv.\nMr, Wallauo\u00E2\u0080\u0094-Is your sister Alios an obliging\nulrl\" Willi,- ohliniih' ain't no nnuie un- It.\nShe's all ihu time obligl'i1* mu to do what I\ndon't like.\n\u00C2\u00BB\u00C2\u00BB\u00C2\u00AB iiiiiiiiiiiimiini mini)\norriec or\nBLACKWELL'S DURHAM TOBACCO COMPANY.\nDURHAM, N. C.\nDear Sir:\nYou are entitled to receive\nFREE from your wholesale dealer,\nWHITE STAR SOAP with all\nBlackwell's Genuine\nDurham Smoking\n10DQ.CC0 you buy. One bar\nof soap Free with each pound,\nwhether io oz., 8 oz., 4 oz., or\na oz., packages.\nWe have notified every wholesale dealer in the United States\nthat we will supply them with soap\nto give you FREEL Order a good\nsupply of OENUWE DURHAM at\nonce, and insist on getting your\nsoap. One bar of Soap n e\u00C2\u00A3 with\neach pound you buy. Soap Is\noffered for a limited time, so order\nto-day. Yours very truly,\nBLACKWELL'S DURHAM\nTOBACCO COMPANY.\n\u00E2\u0099\u00A6 MIMH>\u00C2\u00BB\nIf yon bavs say difficulty In procuring your\nMap, cut out this notice and Hnd It with\nyour order to your wholcaala dealer.\nHlllllllll\nHOW THE VALUABLE PIECES OF PAPER ARE MADE.\nThe New Issue Will lie a Duplicate of tbe\nIiMao of Lust Year-\u00E2\u0080\u0094A Real Artist ea Vo-\nKle'n-T\u00E2\u0080\u0094Various Step* In tbe I'rmsrjtscH\nof Turning Tliem Out.\nThe way in which Duited States\nbonds are designed, engraved and mado\nready to be turned ovor to tho investor\niu return for his gold coin or its equivalent is oue of the most interesting parts\nof the workings of the treasury depurt-\nment branch of tho uutional government,\nThe coming bond issue will not be what\nIs technically known ns a new issue,\nbnt will bo a duplication of the issuo of\nFebruary, 1800.\nThe designer of the plates is a well\nknown New York nrtist who enjoys high\nreputation as a magazine mid book illustrator. This is Mr. Will H. Low, and\nfor the past year ho has been the star\nman of tho corps of artists attached to\nthe treasury department. In addition to\nthe work of drafting tho design for the\nbonds ho has designed several schemes\nfor currency.\nAfter the announcement of a bond issue tho secretary calls in tho chief of the\ndoparlment of engraving aud printing\nand tells him tbe denominations to be\nissued. These may be in oonpon bonds\nof $50, $100, $500 and $1,000. The\nsame denominations nmy be issued in\nregistered bonds, with tho addition of\nothers of a higher face value. The additional ones aro for $0,000, $10,000,\n$20,000 and $00,000. The issues of the\ntwo latter denominations have beeu very\nsmall.\nAfter the chief has received his instructions he turns tho mutter over to\nthe artist, who at once designs the plate.\nIt is an erroneous impression that for\novery issue a new series of plates is engraved. The urtist may use any one of\na number of vignette likenesses of historic Americans, and ho mortises it into\nthe drawing.\nWhen completed, it is submitted to\nthe chief for his approval and then to\nthe secretary of tho treasury. If the design is all right, it is turned over to the\nengravers.\nThis usually requires from a month to\nsix weeks. The engraving is done on a\nthin sheet of soft steel of u thickness of\nan eighth of an inch. By n sooret process\ntho metal is hardened when finished,\nand a proof is taken, which is submitted to the ohief of the bnrean. This\nproof then must bo approved.\nThe plate then goes to the printer and\nthe work of turning off the bonds begins. The bonds are printed on the same\nkind of paper as that used for currency\nand each impression is carefully watched. If any imperfection renders a copy\nworthless, it is destroyed by the officials,\nafter being returned from the pressrooms. But for each sheet of bond paper\ntaken out there must be returned a similar number of copies, either perfect or\notherwise. After the work of printing\nis dono the securities are counted and\nchecked off and are then made ready for\ndelivery to the purchaser. When their\nfinal destination is determined upon, an\nemployee of the department, accompanied by an escort, takes charge of the\nbonds and delivers them to the purchasers. In the last issuo Mr. Logan\nCarlisle, son of the secretary, had charge\nef tho deliverance of the securities.\nThe difference between the two classes\nof bonds\u00E2\u0080\u0094coupon and registered\u00E2\u0080\u0094is\ngreat. Tho former are like currency,\npayable to the bearer, and no reoord of\ntheir transfer is over mado. The interest\ncoupons may be collected by any one\nwho presents them at a national bauk\nor subtreasury.\nTho registered bonds are safer in case\nof a burglary, ns thoy are absolutely\nnounegotiable except by the signature\nof tho holder as evidenced by the books\nof tho treasury department at Washington. When registered bonds are sold, the\nname of the purchaser is placed in a\nbook kopt for the purpose. There aro no\ninterest conpousattuchod, but each quarter a neck is mailed from Washington\nfor ine accumulated interest, whioh is\npayable at any subtreasury.\nShould the bolder desire to sell bis\nregistered bonds, the transfer mnst take\nplace before some official of the treasury\ndepartment or an officer of a national\nbank. The fact of the sale is thon forwarded to Washington and the in oossary\nalterations made in tbe registered bond\nbook.\nAlthough the face design of a government bond is less intricate and puzzling\nthan tho dosigns used on currency, of-\nforts to oouuterfeit them havo been rare.\nTho noted forgor, Broekwuy, was tho\nauthor of the lust bogus government\nbond issuo that was delected. It was u\ndnplioiitiiiii of a coupon bond of the issue of 1801, the first of the wnr loans,\nwhich matured in 1881. The denomination wns $1,000. Tho work was poorly\nexecuted, aud its worthlessness wus soon\ndetected. It was for this that Brockway\nserved his longest term in tht -penitentiary.\u00E2\u0080\u0094-Now York World.\nTwo Thousand a Week.\nAn expert employed by a New York\nhouse earns the handsome salary of\n58,000 a year for just four weeks' work\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094two in the autumn nnd two in the\nspring. His business is to go to Hamburg nnd, out of thousands of designs\nmade there and submitted to him for\n\"edgings,\" to select those that shall\nbe manufactured for the American\nmarket.\nOld Mr. Fussy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\"Matilda, has that\nyoung man gone yet?\" His daughter\u00E2\u0080\u0094\n\"Why, yes, papa!\" Old Mr. Fussy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\n\"Him! you were so still that I thought\nhe was there yet!\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094Truth.\nWhat is said to be the largest bioyole\nin the world has been made by a bioyole\ncompany in Providenoe. It is mode to\ncarry six person**. Its length over all is\n150 inches, and its wheel base is 125\ninohes. The diameter of the wheels is\nSO inohes, the tires are 2% inohes in\ndiameter, tho gear is compounded to 168,\nand the machine weighs 187)1 pounds.\nOne Way tu Detect ,'i.rii Thieves.\nA novel suit lias boon on trial at Rock\nValley, Ia., in tbo justice court. Persons !\nhaving corn around their barns und in !\ncribs have of lute missed considerable, |\nnnd ono who hud boon a steady loser\nplugged the onil of u few ears, in tho\npresence of witnesses, with shoe peg\nmarks for identification. The next morning the cobs, plugged ns above, were\nfound on the premises of tbe suspected\nperson, and he was arrested and found\nguilty.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Minneapolis Journal.\nPolueli null Hone for Fruit.\nGenerally, it is safe to sny that potash and bona fertilizers are best adapted to fruits, nud they are generally\nunderstood to be morn lusting In their\neffects than most other commercial\nfertilizers! the potash can most readily\nhe procured nnd applied In the form\nof muriate of potash, snys the Country\nGentleman,\nFarm Notes.\nOats nnd pens on the same plot together may he seeded early ns a source\nfor supplying the cows with green food\nlater on, as the combination has boon\ntried with excellent results.\nYoung goslings should not be permitted to go on ponds until they ure well\nfeathered, ns they are enslly chilled\nwhen the water is cold. The same applies to duckliugs, which are subject\nto cramps.\nProfessor Roberts, of Cornell University, says there arc three implements\nthat should be ln every cow stable\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nthe scales, the Babcock milk test and\nthe shotgun. Oftentimes the profit of\na herd of fifteen cows is being made by\nsix.\nA clay soil containing lime ln abundance ts the best for apples, according\nto the experience of a prominent grower, and the apples from hind that bus\nbeen limed hnve a better flavor, better\ncolor and better keeping qunllties than\nthose crown on uulimed lands.\nPOT IIOII.IMj.\nBANK PRE$?BES\rr BEALS.\nThe Great Financier Found Health in Paine's\nCelery Compound.\nFrom the running ofthe maple trough\nin the Spring to the boiling oi' the apple\nbutter pot in tiie fall, and all the household boiling between times, there are a\nthousand chances of very severe scalds and\nburns. Ln all household work, winter and\nsummer,in great factories and In nurseries,\nwhere careless children play with matches,\nthere is need of something lo be always on\nhand in such emergencies, and Bt* Jacobs\nOil tills that want to the letter. With\ncareful attention to directions for tfte,\nthere is nothing more BOOtbing, healing\nand curative than this great remedy for\npain. It cures pr.mipt.lv, and, making a\nnew surface) leaves no scars. The pain of\nscalds or burns is acute and torturing, and\nthe relief by tbe use of the Oil is immediate\nand sure.\nHark, the springtime poets lirgj\n\"i have seen the bluebird's wins;\"\nVes-the wretch- but what of that?\nuu his sweetheart's winter lint.\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094Louisville Courier Journal.\nI'.llii AND FRUITFUL\nAs the West Is, It is often malnriouH. But it Is\npleassnt t\u00C2\u00AB know thnt a oomDetent safeguard\nin the shspe of Hot, tetter'** Btomach Bitters\nexists, whicli absolutely minifies the poison or\nMiM.inR, Western bound emigrants should beiir\nthis hi mind. Nnrshoull it be forgotten, the\nHitiers is \u00C2\u00AB. sterling reme-iy lor ayspepslfl, biliousness cniistf no tion, kidney and nervous\nComplaints and rneiumitUn).\nAn event: Hhe\u00E2\u0080\u0094You should have been at\nchurch Sunday, 'lhe uiinhder preached sueh\nwn interesting sermon. He\u00E2\u0080\u0094Indeed? she-Yet*\nyiiu know it was lus debut as a ticritic\u00E2\u0080\u0094Puck\nBKWAKK OF niNTMKNTS I Hit CATARRH THAT CONTAIN MKItUUlEY,\nAs mercury will surely destroy the sense of\nsmeh and completely derange die Whole sys em\nwhen eutcriug it through the mucous surfaces.\nSuch hi tii lets Should never be used except on\nprescriptions from rcpuuhle nhysiclaus, as [tie\ndamage they will do in ten fold to ihe good you\ncan possibly derive from tiicm. Hall's Catarrh\nCure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney *t Co., Toledo, O., contains no mercury, and Is taken internally, acting directly upon the blood and\nmUwUs surfaces of the system. In buying Hall's\nCatarrh Cure be sure you net the genuine. It Is\ntaken inieniaHy, and mude in Toledo, Ohio, by\nK. J. Cheney it Co. Tcstlnioninls free\nSold by druggists, price 75o per bottle.\nHall's Family Hills are the bowr._\nFITN.--.-W1 ills stopped tree by Or. Kllnf.\nOr\u00C2\u00AB\u00C2\u00ABt Nerve Koatorer. NotlUftftei ili-'iir-r\nAay'B u\u00C2\u00BBf. Marvelous cures. Treatise hint t2.0f\ntrial bottle tree to Fit casua. Send to Dr. Kline\nSSI Arch Ht. Philadelphia. Pa.\nWe will forfeit? 1,000 if uny of our published .testimonials are proven to be not\ngenuine. Tfll Pino Co., Warren, fa.\nTry Gkrmka for breakfast.\nNervous\nPeople (imi just tho help they so much\nni-oil, in Hood's Sarsaparilla, It furnishes the desired strength by purifying, vitalizing antl enriching the\nblood, and thus builds up the nerves,\ntones the stomach and regulates1 the\nwhole system, iiend this:\n\"1 want to praise Hood's Sorsnparllla.\nMy hoalth run down, and I had tke itrip.\nAlter that, my heart and nervous system\nwere badly affected, so that I could not do\nmy own work. Our phyelcian gave me\nsome help, but did not cure. I decided\nto try Hood's Sarsaparilla. Soon I could\ndo all my own housework. I havo taken\nCured\nHood's Pills with Hood's Barsaparilla,\nand tbey have done me much good. I\nwill not be without them. I have taken 13\nbottle)ot Hood's Sarsaparilla,and through\nthe blessing of God, it has cured me.\nI worked as hard as ever the past summer, and I am thankful to say I am\nwell. Hood's Fills when taken with\nHood's Sarsaparilla help very much.\"\nMrs. M. M. Messenger, Freehold, Penn,\nThis and many other cures prove that\nHood's\n^Sarsaparilla\nIs the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists, ft.\nPrepared only by C. I. Hood & Co., Lowell, Mass.\nProminent among the New England\nmen whose brains and energy have\nhelped to make the western states rioh\nand powerful is General Duvid T.\nBeals, president of the Uuion national\nbank of Kansas (Jity. Successful in his\nmiiuy enterprises, he lives today in a\nfine mansion at the corner of independence and Wabash uvea.\nThe work and the responsibility in-\noumbent upon the president of so important a banking institution us the\nUnion national would endanger the\nsturdiest health. Gen. Beals' clearheadedness and good sense were as\nmanifest in the ehoioe of a remedy as\nin his business enterprises. He\nstrengthened hia tired nervous system\nby the use of Paine's oelery compound.\nIts invigorating, health-giving effects\njustified his expectations, and showed\nin his own case the remarkable power\nof this much-discussed remedy for thoroughly restoring and strengthening the\n\"run-down\" Bystem.\n\"I found Paine's celery oompound\nan agreeable tonio and soothing to the\nnerves,\" Buys General Beals.\nThese are the concise words of commendation oharacteristio of the conservative business man and the influential banker, who has learned to weigh\nwell his words.\nThe scanty sunlight and the stagnant, used-up air of living rooms during the winter reduces the strength\nand nervous energy, especially of peril\nsons employed constantly indoors. Th\u00C2\u00AB\nneed\u00E2\u0080\u0094the absolute necessity\u00E2\u0080\u0094of a\ngenuine iugivorutor at this spring season has impressed itself ou the attention of all thinking people.\nIn the famous laboratory of Dartmouth Medical School, Prof. Edward\nE. Phelps, M. D., LL. D , discovered\nthe formula of Paine's celery compound, a remedy thrit has become the\nstandard nerve restorer, blood purifier,\nand strengthener from one end of the\ncountry to the other, a preparation that\nstands unrivalled as the medicine that\nmakes people well.\nIt is a fact much commented upon\nthat men and women of national reputation and prominence, like Gen.\nBeals, State Treas. Colvin of New\nYork, Mr. Carlisle's private secretary,\nMayor McShane of Montreal, Kev. Fr.\nOuellet, Com. Howell, ex-Minister to\nAustria John M. Francis, and a host of\nothers who are careful what they employ when sick, and have the amplest\nopportunities for finding ont what is\nbest, hnve of their own acoord sent letters describing fully their permanent\nrecovery from rheumatism, heart weakness, sleeplessness, debility, kidney\ntrouble, and diseases of the stomach\nand liver. In all these cases Paine's\ncelery compound was the remedy thnt\nwas able to completely and permanently bring back health, make poor\nblood again rich aud pure, and regulate and build up the nervous system\nwhen weakened and deranged.\n^k CHICrlCSTERS tNOUSH. RCD CHOSS \f%, DIAMOND BRAND ,\nTHC ORIGINAL AND CCNUINE. 1 h. only -uf.. -ure. \u00E2\u0080\u009E..!...':,'(,V... [or .al..\nLadlr*. *>\u00C2\u00BB I'rtiK.-iNi fi.r Cinch,.,*, /.'no/,-* DteMAM ll'.n.U in !,,\u00E2\u0080\u00A2b.i.rd b..x>.. |.itit wroi>j..T..\u00C2\u00BBrr uAtiarroa. conlc-ft-lta. At DrtiKKiit\n au \" \t\n*\ in r.tm|w for p.rtleuhr.. i.'iit,.. i.IkI.\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2'UHlrf for Ludlr..** ,n Inter, b, return Mall\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2flu.ll..\n. rm l,\".lil l.l'lllA. ra..\n\"\"\u00E2\u0096\u00A0TTC'T\"^*\u00E2\u0084\u00A2--v\"!**. Jt~ W \"\u00E2\u0096\u00A0aVT* llie Vt'rv remarkable and certain\n\i\i C J l\/l j\u00C2\u00A3\ INJ relief given woman by.MOOEE'S\nw ^\u00E2\u0080\u0094^\u00E2\u0080\u0094^ \u00E2\u0096\u00A0 ^ REVEALED REMEDY has given\nit the name of Woman's Friend. It is\nful in relieving the backm-heo, lieailai-h'-\nwhich burden and shorten a woman's\nwomen testify for it. It will give health aud strength\nand make life a pleasure, i-'or sale by all druggists.\nBLUMAUEK-FRANK. DRUG CO., PobtLaotj, Agents.\ngiven\nuniformly suecesB-\nand weakness\nlife. Thousands oi\nft&R WW MACHINERY ST\nMINIIMO \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 BY OORBtSI-ONDINQ WITH\nmarine .... IHE WILLMT1E IRON WORKS\nWARE-HOUSE* * Portland, orecon\nart easily, promptly aud\nu *i\u00C2\u00BB r-t-ii aoieaAiiv, promptly t\nnOOU S PlllS effectively, a couts.\nSURE CURE for PILES\nKcMtni .Dd Blind, BlHdlD. at Protru.lln. I'll.. \u00C2\u00ABl-<'< \"I \"\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\"- W\nPR,a-Q-SAN-KO'* PI LI REMEDY. SSf&t\nIon, AbHrtt* tumorI. A paritlv. our..\" iroul.r. ..-tit Ir... I-rlo.\nMa. l>ruift.u.r*AAll. UU. UOHAMAU. l-hlla., Ta.\nThis I'ountesa Is a Ilrewrr.\nRussia Is the proud possessor of a\ncountess who Is also a brewer, probably tbe only woman In Europe engaged\nIn tbe business. She visited one of the\nHerlln breweries not long ago, and,\nafter tasting its products, she stated\nthat her own beer wns not much In- .\nferior to the German product When, i\nn few days Inler. the brewer received\nsome samples of the lady's Russian .\nbeer, lie pronounced It excellent, and\nnot inferior lo tbe best Bohemian or !\nGerman beer.\nFOR PEOPLE THAT ARE SICK or\n\"Just Don't Feel Well,\"\nMff LIVER PILLS\nare tba on.\u00C2\u00BB Thing tonic\nOnly One for n Dose.\nPolrt t'V Drufrfflitt ut 25c. a bor\nSi.iiij-l, The one positive enre (\nfor this di*it -WitK complaint is\nAckers Dyspepsia Cablets,\nby mail, prepaid, on receipt of 45 ccntA\nC1IAHI.K8 RAMSBY, llnli'l Imperial, New Y\u00C2\u00BBrk.,\nrltnvs: \"1 Ittfferod tmi-nMy fri.in ilyspcpfllft. bllw\nA,:l,i>rVrnl'l|.ifl,litki-ii;ili,.rni,.ulK.li years old.\nChildren uro seldom seen in prisons, j\nand ir is u rare thing that, they uro \\ntaken into the shops in the yards. If\nany ono iu that prison knew that\nconvict 1260 had a daughter\u00E2\u0080\u0094n fair\nhaired, handsome child, who could only\nwalk alone when tho jury pronounced\nhis verdict of \"guilty''\u00E2\u0080\u0094ho had forgotten the fact. His wife had visited\nhim as often us visitors wero allowed,\nbnt the child hud never been seen within the grim wulls. Knowing that her\nlinsbuud had killed a man by accident,\nthe wife conld bear to see him wearing\ntho horrible stripes of a convict, but to\nlot the child look upon him, lo ga/.o in\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2wonder at thu iron bars, to usk why nil\nthose men wero there, a thousand times\nnol And so this was tho first child Big\nTom bud seen since tho heavy doors shut\nhim ill. Father, molbor and child camo\nclose to him and gazed Bt the ponderous\nbummer with Wondering eyes. You\nwould have argued that, the sight of the\nchild would have softened tho convict's\nheart uud brought tours to his eyes, but\nit did not. It brought a fooling of mutinous, of desperation, of frenzy. To Have\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 woman from a brutal beating at the\nhands of a drunken, worthless thing not\nfit to be classed with men he had struck\na blow.\nA jury had called it murder in the\nsecond degree, and ho was here in prison on a sentence almost never eudiug.\nHe had been wronged, and the knowledge of it fired his heart and brought\ntbe long expected outbreak. With a sudden cry which startled every one in the\nnoisy shop Big Tom made a spring forward, seized the child in his arms, and\nthere was a shout of defiance on his lips\nae he held her at arm's length and\nglared about him. The mother of the\nchild gasped for breath and staggered\nback to the wall and Bank down. The\nfather stood staring, us if struck dumb,\nbnt presently held out his hands in silent supplication. Big Tom glowered\nand muttered in reply. He was a convict, a childless father. He was dead\nto his child\u00E2\u0080\u0094sbe was dead to him. He\ncould not make another father's heart\nache and throb and grieve aa his did,\nbnt he wonld secure revenge. .\nAfter muttering be was silent. No\none cried out. Guards and convicts were\nseemingly stupefied. There was tho hum\nof machinery, but not of voices. Convicts turned from forge and anvil and\nliench and lathe and held thoir breath.\nThe two shop guards leaned forward in\nthoir chairs and looked and looked, but\nthey did uot move or cry out.\n\"What will he do with the child?\"\nTho two men working at tho trip\nhammer with Big Tom had fallen back.\nHe bad control of tho machinery whicli\nworked it. Tho answer to the question\ncould be read ill his eyes. Men had\nwronged him under cover of tho law.\nHo had boon deprived of liberty, degraded and disgraced. Death were moro\nmerciful than such a sentence as his,\nand in dying ho would secure revenge,\nA pieco of iron hatl beon loft under tho\nhammer. There was heard the sound of\ncrash! crash! crash! us the mass of iron\nrose and fell ut regular intervals\u00E2\u0080\u0094that\nsounded above tbo monotonous hum of\nthe machiuory.\n\"Ho will thrust her under the hammer!\"\nSo thought each guard nnd ouch convict\u00E2\u0080\u0094so thought the father, whoso feet\nseemod chained to tho floor and whoso\nface wus whiter thuu the dead. Ono of\nthe guards could have touched a button\nand signaled the engineer to shut off\nstouni, but ho did uot move a hand.\nEither guard had a fair mark to shoot\nat, but their pistols wero not lifted. Up\nand down\u00E2\u0080\u0094up and down went the hammer, but suddenly the bolt was thrown\nover on the loose pulley and the mass\nrested on the anvil. It seemed to those\nwho looked as if they had been looking\nthrough a mist \u00E2\u0080\u0094such a mist as rises\nfrom earth of a summer morning. It\nseemed to thom that, this mist thinned\nout\u00E2\u0080\u0094cleared away before the influence\nof a rising suu, and by and by they saw\nthe child nestling on Big Tom's hairy\nbreast, one baud smoothing his cheek,\nuud seeming to come from u loug distance off they heard her childish voice\nsaying:\n\"No, you wouldn't hurt Nellie\u00E2\u0080\u0094you\nwouldn't hurt Nollie! What makes you\ncry? Have you got u littlo girl too?\nWon't they let you go homo to seo yrJnr\nlittlo girl?\"\nAnd tho convicts advanced stop by\nstep, and the guards crept forward, and\nlo! Big Tom's tears wero falling us ho\nhugged the child more tightly and kissed her fair hair and rosy cheek. There\nwas sileuco yot\u00E2\u0080\u0094silence as ho walked\nto and fro and wept aud sobbed and\nlifted tho child till she could clasp her\ntiuy arms about his nock and rest hor\ncheek against his, Not a whisper among\ntho convicts\u00E2\u0080\u0094not amove from father or\nmother or tho guards. By uud by Big\nTom placed tho child in its father's\narms, wiped the tears from his eyes on\nthe sloove of his striped jacket, uud\nwith a \"God bless the little darling I\"\nand u \"Thank ye, sir!\" he returned to\nhis work, uud the hammer wus lifted\nuud hold in waiting for the hot iron to\nbe placed on the anvil beneath.\nTho guards motioned for tho other\nconvicts to go back to their benches aud\nforges, and a miunlo later the visitors\nbud gouo und work was in full blast.\nThe long oxpected outbreak hud coino\nuud gone. For 80 seconds Big Tom had\nfelt such u raging hate in his soul that\nho wus truusformed iuto u human devil.\nTho child hud smiled iuto his burning\neyes\u00E2\u0080\u0094hor soft touch bad lulled bun\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nher words had brought buck his reason,\nWus bo punished? No! A your Inter ho\nwas pardoned, and today another fair\nhaired, blue eyed, smiling child puts\nher arms about his neck and says :\n\"You aro such a grout, big papa, but\nyou wouldn't never hurt nobody, would\nyou?\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094Detroit Froo Press.\nA Uentleiimnly l-rt,f\u00C2\u00AB'HHlon.\nA city man was lately asked to recommend a nice, gentlemanly profession in\nwhich u quick fortune could bo mado\nwithout risk. Ho replied that ho knew\nof only two such professions, and they\nwore both rather bard to get into. They\nwero tho professions of Kaffir millionaire and American railroad reorganizes\nTho Kaffir millionaire is not entirely\nunknown to our readers, tmt perhaps\nthey are uot so well acquainted with the\nrailroad reorganizes His native habitat\nis New York, ami he is only to bo seen\niu Loudon us a bird of passage. He may\nhonor us with his company for a few\ndays when on his way to the Riviera or\ntho upper Nile, bul he wonld bo making\nhimself too cheap if he were to recognize such a thing as business when bo\n\"had only run over for a short holiday.\"\nHis work here is dono vicariously\nthrough sympathetic agents or public\nspirited committees. He has also committees in Now York, antl nowadays ho\nfinds it necessary to huvo syndicates anil\nunderwriters as woll.\nA playful professional fiction assumes\ntbut theso committees huvo been elected\nby tho reorganized bond and stock holder! to protect their interests. Another\npleasant illusion gives thu syndicates\nuud tho underwriters credit for stepping\ninto the doadly broach to suvu tho reorganization scheme from imnii lent peril.\nAnd thoy huvo to bo pnid uccordingly,\nor, iu professional phraseology, \"compensated.\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094Saturday Review.\nTbln Skinned Omngea.\nIt has often been questioned why\norange growers will graft and plant\nvarieties with thick skins when the\ngreat public appreciates a thin skinned\none more highly. Asking a grower, if\nnot one of the secrets of the orange\ngrowing trade, why this was thus, ho\nreplied that the thin skinnod kinds were\nrarely as productive as the thick skinned\nones\u00E2\u0080\u0094that the public would give no\nmoro for a box of thin skins than for a\nbox of thick ones\u00E2\u0080\u0094and as there was\nconsequently more profit in growing\norange skins than in growing orange\nflesh the skins carried the day.\nWo have never heard such an explanation before, and this may be only\n\"ohaff.\" Still, the great question remains, Why do orange growers graft\nand plant thick skinned sorts when the\nthin skins are preferable?\u00E2\u0080\u0094Meehan's\nMonthly,\nMAN WITHOUT MERCY.\nIlrut.il Gen. Weyler, Cointiiautlcr ol\nthe Spanish Army in Cuba.\nIf current reports lie true lho most\ncruel general I lint old Home ever produced wus a mild, beneficent sort of\nman compared to him who Is terrorizing the Cubans. Weyler was sent to\nend the revolution, and he is trying to\ndo il in a way which calls to mind the\natrocities perpetrated on Hit* people by\nValmnseda during the ten years' war\nIn that unfortunate island. On April\nWmw^'\n< ~ir it'\nCAPTAIN OKNKIIAI, WKVI.I'.Il.\n4, 18(10. Valmaseda Issued a proclamation in which the following lines occurred: \"Every man from the age of\n15 upward found away from his habitation and who does nol prove a justified\nmotive therefor will be shot.\" Weyler1!\nproclamation Is as foul us was Val-\nninseila's, and if his outrageous policy\nIs pushed very far there nre those high\nin the councils of this nation who declare thai ibe only end will be war between the United States and Spain. It\nIs next to impossible to believe that In\nthis age of the world war should be so\ndegraded us Weyler has degraded it.\nHe notified all Cubans to join the Spanish ranks. He has decreed death for\nCubans sympathizing with the cause of\nfreedom, and declared trial by court-\nmartial (another inline for death) for\nthose who circulate news favorable to\nthe revolution and for those who shall\nspeak adversely of him or of his army.\nIlls commanders have been given power to execute prisoners as they see lit.\nHe has ordered the country people to\nquit their homes and remove to places\ndesignated by him. Indeed, he has\ndone unspeakable tilings In Cuba.\nGeneral Gomez, on the contrary, has\ntreated captured Spaniards with every\nleniency ami has given many prisoners\ntheir freedom unconditionally, It is\npossible that Weyler's brutality will\ncause a reversal of this policy and that\nGeneral Gomez will lake to shooting\nSpaniard for Cuban, a reprisal justifiable under the circumstances, but to be\ndeplored beyond expression.\nTHE MANX CAT.\nIt Is Kiuhtly Termed the Oddest of\nthe Whole Feline Order.\nThe oddest of all felines is the Manx\ncat, which Is. us its name implies, a\nnative of the Isle of Man. One of Its\npeculiarities Is that it has no lull. Then,\nit is much larger, stronger and fiercer\nthan tbe domestic cut. Il lias a bigger\nhead, its hair is coarser antl thicker\nantl its bind legs, besides being larger,\nare formed almost like those of n hare.\nThis cat. although making its home\nmuting men, is still very shy. rejecting\nnil friendly advances und being very\napt to bile the hand that offers It a\ncaress. II exists for the most part out\nof doors anil Is almost wholly self-supporting. II is u tine hunter, nol only\ncatching rats, but rabbits, bares and\nbirds as well.\nIu regard to its being tailless, a\nwriter stales that Ibe peculiarity, lu all\nprobability, originated 111 some disease of the caudal appendage, resulting\nfrom tin- dampness of the soil ami the\nhumidity of the climate. Tin- effect\nof llie disease was the rolling off of\ntin- lull uml 111 lime, It Is supposed, It\nbecame hereditary.\nAs to the hind legs of the cat it Is\nthought they became longer In obedience to the requirements of the creature's life, Ils home originally being\namong the bills, to which It tied ou the\napproach of danger. Its long bind legs\nenable It to easily run up high bills\nWhile pursued by enemies.\nChinese Quail In Maryland.\nFrank T. Redwood Is Interested In\nthe increase of wild fowl In this country, and bus an Idea that Chinese quail\nmay be successfully introduced. A\nfriend brought him six of these birds\na year ago. They were liberated In\nTalbot County, and flew off In the\nwoods ns naturally as though ln China.\nBut that was the Inst ever seen of\nthem. They have disappeared entirely, so far as Mr. lied wood or bis friends\nhave been able to discover. Mr. Redwood Is still firm ln his faith thnt this\nspecies of bird will flourish In America,\nand to this end has arranged to have\ntwenty pair brought over from China\nand let loose In the woods of Maryland.\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094Baltimore American.\nWHIPPED AT LAST.\nBow the llnlly of n Michigan I.oirginir\nCamp Met Defeat.\nIn Mic logging camps of Michigan\nmight makes right, and the man who\nhas whipped all coiners iu fair light*, is\nking of bis camii.\nOne of these, said a logger to a Wasli-\ningion Star reporter, was very boastful\nof his exploits. He bad been the victor lu a dozen lights, and no oue cared\nto enter the lists with 1dm, but ovary\nman iu the camp haled the champion.\ndoing into a saloon one day he announced:\n\"I'm tired of these babies ill the\ncamp. 1 ain't hnd a good fight in Michigan, I can whip my weight in dogs,\nwildcats or anything that breathes lor\n$100.\"\nA meek-looking man took the lvet and\narrangements for ihe light were made.,\nIt wa.s in take place In a closed room,\none week from the time Ibe bet ivus\nmade,\nThe day came, and lhe champion\ncalled, \"Bring on your iiniiuile.\" The\nniaii who bad bei against the king ot\nthe ciimb brought his antagonist In a\nlarge sack, which had been deposited\nbehind the stove in the saloon where\nthe mutch had been entered Into, the\nweather jusi beginning to get cold. The\ngladiator entered the room, the suck\nwus emptied and the people crowded at\nthe window to see the contest. Out of\ntbe sack came three large hornet nests,\nthe occupants of which bad been revived by the heat.\nThey issued from the nests in swarms\nand lit all over the man. He fought\nthem for n minute or two. then, with\na yell, jumped through tbe window,\nLATEST CONSUMPTION CURE.\ncarrying saSll and glass with him. never\nstopping until he reached the river,\ninto whioh he jumped,\n\"Said be could whip Ills wolghl In\nanything Unit breathed,\" remarked the\nmeek little man, as he pocketed the\nStakes, \"but about live pounds of hornets knocked him out in ibe first\nround.\"\nCIGAR-MAKING MACHINE.\nAn Invention Which Will Revolutionize the Industry.\nA machine which bids fair to revolutionize the cigiir-iiiaking Industry bus\nbeen invented at Birmingham, N. v.\nMachines are on exhibition lu operation\nthere now, and are turning out smoothly bunched ami neatly wrapped cigars\nlit the rate of \"..(Kid per day for each machine, This Is nbout three limes as\nluauy as uu expert can roll when using\nmollis.\nThe i (bine is of about the size and\nappearance of n Hewing machine and\nis ns easily operated. The essential\nmechanism consists of a metal plate, a\ntraveling rubber bell and two rubber\nrollers. The plate has u beveled or\nwarped surface of varying sections, ou\nwhich cigars of all llie approved shapes\ncan be made by a simple adjustment of\nii clamp.\nThe machine is easily operated, A\n\"bunch\" of tobacco is Inserted between\nthe rollers and the traveling band. Al\n! the same lime a wrapper Is fed upon\nj the plate und automatically guided\naround the bunch. The \"lucking\" nnd\n\"pasting\" are done while the next cigar\nIs being rolled, so thai two cigars are\nin process of manufacture at lhe same\ntime.\nIt is estimated that all shapes and\nIf a girl Is pretty when she Is young,\nIt Is a good sign that sbe will be ugly\nwhen she Is old.\nTIIK CKIAII-MAKIMI MACII1SK.\nqualities of cigars can be mude at a\nlabor cost of 80 cents per thousand. At\npresent some cigar-makers get for baud\nwork as much us .f.'lo per thousand.\nHops III WuslllllKloll.\nThere will be a great decrease Iii the\nproduction of hops in Oregon and Washington this year. The hop Industry In\nprevious years has been one of the\nlargest In these States, but overproduction bus brought the price down to\nan unprofitable ligure, and lu the lust\nyear or two Insect pests have caused\ngreat loss to the growers. A great ninny\nbop fields in various purls of tho two\nStales have been plowed up, and It Ih\nreported Hint this spring more will be\nturned under.\nliood Story tr Not True.\nIt Is staled that Modjiwkn gave her\nnow famous compatriot, I'liderenvskl,\nbis start In the musical world. She\nheard him play and advanced the\nmoney needed for his musical education. It to u pretty story, whether\nattrlotly true or uot.\nt-'-daon Seems lo Have Solved the Iiu-\npin-tant tjuCHtioti\nIf the Kdson consumption cure realizes what is expected of it then that\nNew York scientist will save more lives\nin the next year than were losl during\nthe four years of tho war of the rebellion. In the entire United Slates the\ntotal deaths from the various forms of\ntuberculosis amounted to 280,000 ir\n181)5. In the entire world it Is probable that somewhere in the neighbor\nAIlMIXISTEni.N'O TIIK CURB.\nhood of 2,500,000 died from the disease\nIn the same year. Kelson's remedy is\nthe only one whose results hnve beeu\npractically successful. Kdson, by Hushing the entire system with a Bolutlou\nof carbolic acid, is the lirst to actually\nkill consumption germs. It should be\nexplained, however, that even Kdson\nmust ever remain hopeless before many\neases of lhe disease ill an advanced\nstage.\nDr. Kdson's laboratory on Whitehall\nstreet. New York Cily. where for\nmouths he has been secretly working\nat his experiments, Is a queer place,\nfull of strange glass instruments and\nmysteries. On Ih\" wall of Ibe laboratories above a \"gang\" of great, glass\nHusks, healed by flaring gilS, boil hiih-\nbltngly and drip their evaporations\nthrough slender lubes into sinuous glass\n\"worms\" below, through which ihe\nproduct is distilled into still other\nHusks. Tbe fluid begins yellow and\ndingy, but the drops whicli fall slowly\nInto the bottom Husks are clear and\nsparkling as the Koh-i-noor. A long\ntable near by Is covered with n cluster\nof retorts ami testing lubes, picturesque enough for the days of ulohouiis-\ntry. It is witli them that Dr. Kdson\nand Chemist Hutch first prepare lhe Ingredients which Ihey afterward set to\nkilling the microbes of consumption,\nAbout fifty ounces of the finished fluid\ncnii at present be produced dully In\nthis strange place on Whitehall street.\nDr. Kdson hopes that the capacity of\ntbe laboratory may be Increased before long.\n\"The injection.\" Dr. Kdson states, \"is\ngiven with a hypodermic syringe, under the skin of tbe abdomen generally,\nbut it mny be administered almost anywhere. So long as Ihe needle reaches\nM-IIArl.MI tiik Tiuto.vr.\nsubcutaneous of dreolo tissue not In tbe\nneighborhood of large blood vessels, it\nIs not Important where it Is placed. Of\nCOUrse, the object of Injection in lo have\nthe ll ti !\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 l absorbed by tin- blood, but\nthe best results seem to collie when the\nabsorption is comparatively slow.\"\nPell Into the Wuter-Tiuik.\nA Suu l'l'iinclsco geiilleiniin was visit-\nlug a building owned by him, sii.vh the\nPost, and went upon the roof to Inspect\nthe water tank. Seeing a (loud spun-row\nfloating on the wiuler, he bent over to\ntake It out. and by some unaccountable means lost his balance and fell into\nOho tank. He thus describes the adventure:\nThe water caine up to my chin, anil\nrue top of the tank was three feet above\nmy bead. 'I'he waiter wus running In\nConstantly, and I could see that It was\nusually a foot higher than at present.\nUnless 1 got out soon, or turned of the\nwaiter, I should be drowni-d.\nI shouted for help till I was hoarse,\nbut could make no one hear, and to get\nout without help was an Impossibility,\n1 held my hand over the pipe where the\nwater run In, but It was tedious work,\naud In spite of my best efforts the\nwaiter continiied to rise. Not a drop\nseemed to be diiiwn off lielow.\nFilially I drew out my pocket knife\nand went to work to cut u hole In the\nside of the tank n\u00C2\u00AB low down ns 1 could\nreach, and still keep my head alxivc\nwater. It was slow work cutting\nthrough that thick waiter-soaked pine,\nand when at lost I succeeded I was\nstanding on tiptoe with just my nose\nout of water, nnd every blade ln my\nknife broken.\nI was safe from drowning for a while,\ntor the water soon ran off level with the\nbole I hnd made. But even now. If I'.'l\nWnn to get out of the tank 1 must litiyji\nhelp, so I proceeded to raise a signal.} '\nI pulled off my shirt, tore II Into strlngBjJfl\ntied my lead pencil to my knife amy\nboth to the toe of one of my shoes, an'f\nthen putting my undershirt on the pof-i.\noil, waved ii slowly und laborlousljB\nover the top of the lank. I waved foil\nhours, and still nobody came. J\nThen II occurred to rue to dive dow-J\nand slop up the pipe leading from thl\ntank, antl so attract attention. iL\nwasn't half an hour before'people cuni.'L\nup to see why the water would not run.j|\nand I was helped out after 1 had been*\nstanding iu the cold water over si'l\nhours.\nREMARKABLE AGE.\nfonie Cluim tlmt Chief Qwo-Ka-Nnn]\nIh 800 Fears Old.\nQwo-Ka-Nuin is in nil probability Hu!\nOldest living mail, lie Is certainly ir\u00C2\u00BB(Afl\nyears old, and lt may be ilial twiffj\ncenturies have passed since his blrthl\nHe is chief of the Skii|iiuniish, u Irilu/ I\nof Flntlieuil Indians, who puddle the'Y\ncanoes iiboul the waters anil triliuttirie'.l\nof I'liget Sound.\nA correspondent found this iincier'Y\nchief with his tribe encamped on th'i\nBandy shore of Salmon Hay, an inlet oil\n1'uget sound. One very old stpiaw wastf\nbeing fed some fish soup by another al-j\nmost as helpless.\n\"She is the fifteenth wife of tjwo-'\nKii-Nuin.\" said the guide. Her ancleniff\nhusband hud evidently outlived IhcT\nlovo of the varieties of life, for notllinfl\nin his surroundings betokened bis rnnlrT\nHe was lying doubled up like n jack-'\nknife In a heap of hot sand. A fold ofi'J\nn blanket was thrown over him, a torn,1!\nand dirty shirt partly covered bis body (1\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094that wns all; surely a strange garb\nfor so celebrated n chief. --i\nHe presented on awful picture of age\nIlls face was turned upward dlrectl.'i\nOWO-KA-Nl'M.\nnt the suu. The sun gave him life, but'}\nno sight. He wus blind. A shaggy\nmane of iron gray hair covered hisi\nbead, The balls of bis eyes bad sunken ,\nlu the sockets. Ills body seemed shrunk |\nto bones, over which was stretched a\nskin. The feel antl bands looked like\nknot growths, such as are seen on old ]\noaks. Ills hands and feet were veritable claws. Be did not move, Once lttjfl\na while a slight inspiration, but noj\nvisible trace of expiration. He soeineiHl\nto be a thing Of constant sleep.\nPor twenty years Ids people have fevt \\nhim on soft claniH and oilier sen food, ,\nIn lhe form of soup. But though Iiai\nwns sightless, almost Incapable of\"\nmovement, he could hear and speak,\nlie suid he saw the flrsl big ship. He j\nremembered the first powder. FlftyJ\nyears ago be was too old to go to the\ncouncil of the TsiliallB. but his gray..\nhaired grandson went. He was a cbletl\nbefore the unlives possessed iron to]\npoint their arrows with. That wnsj\nmore than 128 years ago. So (Jwo-Ka-fl\nXuin Is at least 160 years old.\nThe Law of Growth,\nDr. Charles Sedgewiok Mlnot, pro-\nfessor of histology and embryology luj\nthe Harvard medical school, backs up]\nhis theory of the law of growth by tin\nresults of several years of observations m\nupon guinea pigs, dogs, rabbits, fori*\"'* f\nand oilier small animals, as well as\nHuston school children. He hu.vh that\nlu all growing animal organisms, tromVJ\nthe period of birth to death there Is n\nsteady loss of the power to grow, contrary to the general belief tlmt this los4|\nbegins later In life, The body develops!\nall the lime, but the power to keep up\nHint develoument steadily decreases j\nafter birth, and 11 decreases much mores\nrapidly a I first than later in life. AJ\nguinea pig two days old will gain lfl\nper cent, of Its weight In the next twol\ndays. But flip twenty-fifth addition of I\n10 per cent, to Its weight will take tho\npig eighty-eight dnj*s. The law Is thej\nsame with animals and mnin.\nSuite Takes No Chances.\nIt to a certainty that not a man allrel\nwill ever get into ltussell Sage's office\"\nto throw another 1-onib nt him. His,!\nouter room Is furiritured like a bank,\nand the visitor's card te shoved through*\na small holeln thc high fence\u00E2\u0080\u0094Ju\u00C2\u00BBt such j\na hole as thnt through which the -raying teller hands money for an honored I\ncheck. Outside of the fence, against\nthe white plastered walls, stands a\nlong bench, upon which visitors ett.\nHardly Worth tho Trouble.\nSam Jones told the South Carolina\nlegislators that the devil would get\nmost of them, but thanked God that'\nhe would not get much.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Galveston\nNowb.\nA boy would throw at a cat If he\nknew he would be spanked the next\nminute for It gflf-\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0WAN'S WORLD.\nSUZANNE KEYSER WON THE\n\u00C2\u00A3DAL AT THE INSTITUT RUDY.\ntiff Old Maids\u00E2\u0080\u0094Discrimination Against\nfulfil\u00E2\u0080\u0094A Successful Woman Barber,\nal Dress of the Working Woman.\nf,e Limit of Woman's Work.\nhiladelphia bus many peoplo antl\n[iy things to be proud of, bnt it is\ngenerally known that one of its fair\n1 liters has won such distinction us\nlever before fallen to the lot of an\ndean. This young woman, not yet\n;urs of ngo, is Miss Suzanne Key-\nthe daughter of Mr. Cburles S.\nisor, the well known Inwyer. So\nItly has sho reapod her unusual hon-\nJthat few outside of the circle of her\n; Intimate acquaintances urn aware\ni she, an American born nnd Knglish\nbking maiden, went to France, und\nYiris, its literary and artistic centor,\nFthe medal for dramatic ability ut\ntIrtstitni- Rudy against at leasl IKK)\nVeti'tors, all of whom were French.\nlw she won tho medal which never\nro bus crossed the ocean is told by\nlin a bright, pleasing fashion, essen-\ntly girlish aud vory winning in its\nr absence from any trace of egotism.\nI have always loved to recite, aud\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2e trained by somo member of tho\nledio Franoaise seemed to be tho\nlit of my ambition. Therefore when\nI took me to Paris I made up my\nId that I should ut loust aim for\nlit I hud always beon dreaming about.\nIrefore oue morning we went to see\nnotably iu this regard \"the old order\nchaugoth, giviug place to new.\"\nMaidens who have passed their thirtieth year may now claim that they represent the most perfect and advanced\ntype of maidenhood uud look down upon\ngirls who marry before 2o us very much\nmore akin to savages, for it is a well\nknown fnct thut the uge of marriage advances with civilization. Among tho\nAustralians and other savages girls\nmarry lit 11, 10 or oven !) years of uge;\namong semicivilizod Egyptians, Hindoos, etc., the age is from 12 to 14j\nsoutboru Europeans marry their girls\nbetween tbe ages of 15 und IH, while\namong tho nations who lead modern\ncivilization the ago is a constantly rising\nouo\u00E2\u0080\u0094from 17 or 18 of 60 yoars ago tho\naverage has risen to betweou iii and 25.\nAnd docs it uot follow, by inexorable\nlogic, that girls who wait until 2H or ,'iO\nuro forerunners of u still higher civilization?\nIt is not only a fact that women\nmarry later in life than they used, but\nit, is equally truo that everywhere the\nmore mature woman is to tho fore. Tho\nyoung uud inexperienced bud bus ceased\nto be tho reigning queen of tbo hour.\nI an would Danish the skirt, but even if\nsuch abolition were possible we would\ndesire for all other occasions to retaiu\nthe skirt. Tho masculine idea in f'jnii-\nuiue dress is ouo which is thoroughly\ninartistic. It is true men's dress is more\nconvenient than that of women, but this\nis its solo advantage, for it is hopelessly\nugly, aud why women should imitate it\nin any respect I cannol imagine. They\nhave not adopted its utilitarian features,\nbut havo taken those which aro most\nundesirable. Naturally tho corset is tin\nobstacle ill tho way of dross improvement, by wearing loose, plain waists,\nwhich is u slovenly fashion, not nn ur-\ntistic one. It. wus a bud expression of it\ngood kind, and the corseted figure has\nthis advantage, that io is a good expression of a bad kind. So we prefer tbo\nsmooth fitting corseted waist of tbo two,\nfor we all liko skill,\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094New York\nWorld.\nFACTS fOll FARMERS.\nHELPFUL SUGGESTIONS\nTHE AGRICULTURISTS.\nFOR\nA Prolific llreetl of e'heep\u00E2\u0080\u0094Now Priin-\nin..: Shears Having ti Hlitlinti Blade\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094How to Select Potatoes for Seed\u00E2\u0080\u0094\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nDeliiiruini' Ytiu,i<_r Calves.\nThe\nThe Limit or Women's Work.\nNow come the questions, What should\nbe tho limit of women's work? Whore\nshould they draw the liuo? This, at any\nrate, it i.s safe to answer, \"At tbutpoint\nwhere their work ceases to do good.\" As\n8bo bus been forced to yield hor placo to | *\u00E2\u0084\u00A2\u00C2\u00B0 \u00C2\u00BB8 \u00C2\u00AB,won-a? fo.e-H. slie.is iu ? P\u00C2\u00B0si\nthe niuturer woman, the woman of cultivated mind nnd manners, of broader\nexperience und wider knowledge.\nAll this is only the natural rosult of\nevolution. With her deeper iuterests,\nwidor outlook, oulnrged sympathies, sho\nscarcely fools the relentless march of tho\nyears, and with all tho new light upon\nher physical euro and condition she cau\neasily look as young as sho feels. Rouge\npots, wigs and hair dyes have happily\ngone their way, and fresh nir, exorcise,\nbaths and diet huvo taken thoir place.\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094Now York Suu.\nDiscrimination Against Women.\nIt is not difficult to find nu excuse for\ntho refusal of the men of Massachusetts\nto give tbo ballot to women. So long as\ntho masses of female citizens of that or\nany other stato uro indifferent ou tho\nsuffrage question thoir fathers, husbands\ni nml brothers will not insist on loading\nthem with political burdens or duties.\nThis may or may not be tho best policy,\nbnt it harmonizes with human nature\naud is likely to stand. Tho advocates of\nequul suffrage should see, in recent\nevents iu New York uud Massachusetts,\nthat their work lies among the womeu;\nthat a desire for the ballot on lho part\nof a majority of the women is a condition precedent to thoir getting it. Appeals to legislatures, to coustitutioual\nconventions and to party conventions\nwill havo littlo effect while tho women\nremain in a don't care stato of mind.\nBut the fact that tho women of Mas-\nhiiu I wanted to become ouo'of his naohusetts do not vote except for school\nils. He looked mo all over, shrugged offloe'-a \u00E2\u0080\u00A28 uot ll B00'1 ro*-son for dis-\nshouldors, guvo me a little piece of criminating ngninst thom in public cm-\n- \u00E2\u0096\u00A0- ployments. Indoed their exclusiou from\nany participaiicy in making laws, assessing tuxes nnd deciding what amounts\nof money shall be expended for this,\nthat nnd tho other purpose ought to into that minute I had no thought of ePire tlle votors \u00E2\u0080\u00A2-\"*\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2*,eir official ageuts\nng frightened, but jnst thou a big with <\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 *-llslro *\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2*\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 Purpose to carefully\n*-p cumo up in my thront whicli hud Bunrd tho rights and interests uf tbo\nnonvoting sex. But it does not appear\nto havo doue so. Ou the contrary tbo\nwomen in all parts of tho stato uro\ntreated unfairly in tbo ono public employment in which they are and always\nhuvo boon conspicuously successful\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nthat of a teacher.\nJustice demands that a woman bo paid\nrid. Ruciuo Moliero\u00E2\u0080\u0094all of the poors the same wages as a man for teaching\n1 dramatists I lived with constantly, \u00E2\u0080\u00A2\" tl10 Pnbh(! schools. It is not just to\nday being more perfect iu my pay women only 1(48 per mouth for work\nof course. When my course \u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 P*****10 schools for which men receivo\nSIZANNE KEVSBIi.\nVernon at the theater, nud I\n('try and suid, 'Come to my bouse to-\nrrow uud recite that to mo.' When\nuorrow came, wo went to see him.\nil entered he said in a sort of pntrou-\nig fashion, 'Don't be frightened.'\nfer been there before For n minute\nlit I was going to break down, but I\nIquered the fear aud did the best I\nfw bow. When I was through, ho\nkissed me on tho forehead and\n[led me his pupil. For n year I stud-\n. with him\u00E2\u0080\u0094uli, he was snch u man,\nbest and cleverest teacher in the\nlieh,\ntion in which tho best und noblest of\nmen cease to look upon her with reverence, then sho may be sure sho has over-\nstopped the limits of womanly dignity\nnud reserve, nud that thero her iiiliuonco\nwill not bo pure, elevating and noble.\nThero is plenty of real work for all of\nus to do beyond tho sphere of home, in\nthe fields of art, science nnd literature\nand also, like Fioreiico Nightingale and\nmany other bravo womeu, us uurses and\nconifortors of the sick, Ihe wouuded and\ntho dying.\nWomon's iufluenco is sometimes snid\nto bo grcuter now than in past times. It\nis more palpable certainly, bnt I doubt\nwhether more pntont, for, us wo know\nwell for centuries, tiio baud that rocked\ntho cradle ruled the world. Tbo difference is that nowadays women are uot\ncontent to work quietly us moro wiro\npullers. Instead they like to see and bo\nseen, and to huvo tho credit of their\ndeeds.\nTho old idea wus that \"men must\nwork nud women must weep,\" but tho\nnewer idea that women should work,\ntoo, according to their talents and opportunities, seems moro rational aud\nhealthy and is calculated to make them\nwoep less. Let them give over weeping\nby all means, but in all their work let\nthem remember thut \"woman is not undeveloped man, but diverse,\" nud\ntherefore not to try to bo liko mon, and\nalso not to think that nothing is too\nhigh or too sacred for them to meddlo\nwith.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Homo Notes.\nRhrnpuh're Fheop,\nShropshire branch of the Down\nfamily partakes of the general characteristics of ilie Southdown, snys the\nOrange Jiulil r'armor, although much\nheavier botli hi fleece and body, and\nalso more robust, ll is said to be Hie\nmost prolific of all breeds of sheep, the\naverage rate of increase iu some flocks\nof pure Shropshire often being 160 per\ncent., while the product from the cross\nof the Shropshire ram ou half-bred\nlong-wool ewes frequently reaches \u00E2\u0080\u00A2.'(in\nper cent. The p roll lie tendency of the\nShropshire Is a point of great Importance with the breeder, as ii innterlnlly\nincreases the profits ill furnishing early\nlambs for the market. Tl\ngood mothers, and\nhey\ngeneral;\nalso\n1 till\n-IIIIOI'MIIIIK LAMB.\n\u00C2\u00A3\u00C2\u00BBHff\nb him was eouoluded, I went to the (138.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Exobange.\t\nirut Rudy as n sort of lluishiug\nA year more there, and the time A s**-\"-->\"'\"*-1 \u00C2\u00BB\u00C2\u00BB\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 \u00C2\u00BB\"\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00C2\u00BB'\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\n'e for mo to go home. On Thursday SIrs' Au\"e Howard has opened a bar-\n!d goodby to my fellow studeuts, ns her sll*-P \"ear the Brooklyu bridge,\npected to suil on Saturday, und buck where uli tho work is done by women\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nio pension that hud been my homo do,l\u00C2\u00B0 '\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\"-\u00E2\u0096\u00A0st delicately uud delightfully,\nio long I went to finish my packing. \"l behove it would be n good idea to\n, old lady Who kept it, uud whom I have a couple of colored women to pol-\nIalways supposed disliked mo, wus \u00E2\u0096\u00A0*\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 hoots, too,\" sheet-id to a New York\naffectionate, kissiug mo ou both reporter. \"As soon as meu get over the\nks, and I conld also seo that she was strangeness of it they like to havo a\nto than ordinarily excited. woman take care of them. I lourued\n' 'Put ou your best gown, made- how to shave out west, where most of\n1 suid she, and I, puzzled all the uew \u00E2\u0096\u00A0deu', cou)0 fl'om these d*-y8* I\nat her demeanor, obeyed. My have two shops in Chicago that are do-\nbnishmeut was greater when wo iu8 a good business. In ouo of them,\nIrtcd off in n fiacre, tho bus or tram whilo I was working thero with four\nI nig usnallv good enough for us. Soon others just before coming east, we took\npdrow up'at tbe Franoaise; but, in- \u00C2\u00BB> *-**5 a weok, and the business is\nlad of going in tho front way, I fol- growing.\n\ed her to the stage entrance. Hore \"l aiu going to open a shop in New\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 teacher met mo, and kissing mo ou York hoforo long\u00E2\u0080\u0094that is, as soon as I\nJiirehead said, 'In three minutes, j am well started here. Rents are bo much\ndemoiselle, you are to make your i higher over there in any location that I\n-rjt,' should care to have that I thought I had\nf\"ou can imagine my feelings as he Dotter bo settled in Brooklyn first. My\nfd me what to do, and after I had gone trado horo is better every day. Wednes-\nft before that vust uudieuoe ami given : <*\u00C2\u00BBy8 \u00C2\u00AB\"d Saturdays I am vory busy. I\n\"|agio scene from ono play, u bit of shall have two more womeu hore within\nledy from .'another and fiuishod up awook or ten duys. Of courso it isn't as\n-h the little poem I had lirst recited \u00C2\u00B0--*y t0 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2**-*\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 IeaUS K\"00*- women barbers\nParis I folt as though I was tho most \u00C2\u00ABs \" *8 <\u00C2\u00B0 \"\"\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 -\"e\u00C2\u00BB- hut I know so many\nual failure iu the world. There was that I shall uot have any troublo.\nEquality.\nMr. T. P. O'Connor, a member of tho\nEnglish bouse of commons, has views\nupon au ideal society. In his perfect nation men and women will enjoy social\naud political equality.\n'' Whut I want to see,'' says tiiis ardent\nchampion, \"is that women should be\nplaced in such au economic position that\nmarriage will not bo entered iuto by her\nas the lust und the only means sho has of\ngetting ii livelihood. Every woman\nshould be taught to bo solf supporting if\nsho belongs to thoso who havo to live by\ntheir own exertions, and, indeed, whether\nshe does or not, she ought to learn to\nhelp herself, for even settled facts may\ndisappear. Iu the wealthier classes woman should be given the highest education she is capuble of receiving, so as to\nbe uu intellectual companion toherhus-\nI bund if she desire lo have one\u00E2\u0080\u0094and to\n' herself if sho choose to live alone.\" But\nthe admirable common Beuso of these\nstatements is somewhat counterbalanced\nby the fact that in Mr. O'Connor's ideal\n\"every girl will be married at 17 and\novery man nt SI.\"\nabundance of milk for their young, in\nthis respect differing from many of the\nlarge breeds. The Shropshire has a\nlonger face, of uniform dark tint, than\nthe Southdown, a full and spirited eye,\nspreading ears of good size, and a forehead rather Hal and well wooled. Their\nfleece weight Is generally from live to\nseven pounds. The meat Is like the\nSouthdowns in fineness of texture, the\npresence of fnt In the tissues, and richness of color. These sheep lire hardy\nlu moist climates, and will endure a\nwide range of soil and feeding. The Illustration herewith shows a blue ribbon ram Iamb belonging to W. II. Beat-\ntie, of Canada.\n. tain milk, when tested, has the required amount of milk solids, but the\npercentage of fat is very low. It bus\n' been found that this Stale of affairs is\n, due to the addition of a condensed\nskimmed milk after the cream has been\nI removed by the dealer. The report\nsa.vs thai the dealer practicing this\nfraud cannol be successfully prosecuted, because it cannot be proved that\nthe cream has been removed, and the\naddition of ihe condensed skimmed\nmilk is mil nn addition of \"a foreign\nsubstance,\" prohibited by statute, it.\nappears ilia! a concern in New York\nis doing a thriving business furnishing\ndealers with the condensed skimmed >\nmilk. The number of cans of milk\ni eived by dealers ill Boston In 1885\nwas 0,85(1,500, of which there worn\nsold N.o-.'-JT.'!:;. each can containing Sn,\nllllll rl si. This quantity supplied about\nthree-fourths of the \"greater Huston\"\ndistrict. American Cultivator.\nPotatoes for Cows.\nPotatoes have beeu found In many\ntrials to be an excellent feed for meat\nproduction, and the general estimate\nof their value for this purpose is thai\nfour pounds of tubers are about equal\nto one pound of meal. Some rate them\neven higher than this. Their value, according lo the Orange County Farmer,\nhowever, does not depend upon the\nnutrition they contain solely, but upon\ntin- fact that as part of the ration they\ntend to keep stock heailhy nnd nre an\naid to digestion, No very accurate\ndata exists as to their value In milk\nproduction, although they used to be\nregarded as a good milk feed iu\nend way. Some\nII hl-lime\ntion, however, that ^^^^\nthey.lower the quality of tiie product\nto some extent, but a small ration of,\nsay. live to six pounds a day produces\nno effect upon quality, and is valuable\nfrom n sanitary point of view, and for\ntbe sail\nFOR LITTLE FOLKSTl\nA Pint of Peanuts,\nMany playthings can be made for ba-:\nby from peanuts and wood toothpicks.\nA tiny chicken is made from a veryi\nsmall peanut. Make eyes with ink ori\npencil at tho beak shaped end, and puti\nin two toothpick legs.\nNext a squirrel. Take u nut like that\nin the picture The pointed end makes\nthe bead. Draw tiie two eyes. Stick two\ni ti gen*\nexperiments confirm\nview, witn the qualificu-\niwevor, that when fed largely\nvariety, answering ill this\nrespect to the office performed by i ts\nin mixed feeding. Whilo pigs d i\nreadily eat raw potatoes, or nl lensl\nprefer them cooked, cows cat them\nwilh avidity In their raw\nshort pieces of toothpick firmly in the\npeanut, near lhe bottom, for hind feet,\nso tho squirrel can stand up; stick in]\ntwo farther up, for fore feet. Last, cut\na little strip of paper aud clip it like\nfringe; fold it and fasten it to the low-.\ner end of the peanut with a pin for a\nbushy tail.\nTo make two bouts split a peanut and\nuse each half shell. Cut out paper sails,\nlike tboso'in the pictures, and gum them'\non touthpick masts, letting the sharp\nends stick out. Cut from a cork two little cubes and gum to tbe bottom of tho\nboats, inside. Press tho masts into the\ncorks, and the boats will sail in a washbowl sea.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Marion Beatty in Denver\nNews.\nate.\nIwful silence, aud no ono seemed to\n: ut me or care about me. Then all\ni Budden there was a great clapping\nI hands as a man stepped forth and\ntided me this medal. I didn't know\nvus for me and didn't want to take\nbut then M. Vernon came to my side\nI in the midst of the enthusiasm told\ni how he had entered me in the cow-\n\"Tho men iu this business dou't liko\ntho idea at uli, uud evory now and then\nI receive anonymous letters from somo\nman barber or other. All I hnve to say\nfor tho writers is that whilo thoy wero\nwriting they woro not doing anything\nelse, and thut they haven't doue me any\nharm.\"\nPhiladelphia has a college for bar-\nJournallsm At Wellesle*r.\nWellosloy college should produce some\nbrilliant additions to the jourualistia\nruuks within a few yenrs. Ono of the\ncourses in Knglish offered duriug tho\njunior year is in newspaper work. It is\nfor students who have done superior\nwork. Practice in reporting, condensing\nediting and writing of editorials, topics\nand reviews, with tho study of curreut\nevents, makes this half year's work of\ngreat valuo to those who have pioved\ntheir ability for it.\nGave All Her Scanty Havings.\nMiss Caroline Rustad of Whitehall,\nWis,, a Scandinavian spinster, 115 years\nof ago, has turned over to Banker J. O.\nMelby $200, nearly ail of her scanty\nearnings for tho lust 13 years, to be sent\nto tho suffering missionaries aud Armenians in Turkey. Tho old lady insisted ou making the donation, nnd so Mr.\nMelby forwarded thu money to the Lutheran Missionary society at St. Strnva-\ngur, Norway. \u00E2\u0080\u0094Chicago Times-Herald.\nPotatoes for Scctl.\nThere needs to be greater en re taken\nin selecting potatoes. Not only the\nright form and size ure Important, but\nit is quite tis much so that the seed\nshould be grown from plants thnt have\nkept their vigor until the tubers were\nfully ripened, and that had not suffered from attacks of the potato bug, says\nthe Orange County Farmer. The only\nway to be absolutely sure nbout having\ngood potato seed Is to mark the strongest hills while they were growing, and\nselect tin- best potatoes from these\nhills. Such seed should easily be\nworth live times as much per bushel\nfor planting as seed selected tit random from n pit or bin. If a farmer\ncan once get stnrtetl with seed of this\ncharacter, it will require much less\nlabor to tight the potato bug. It Is a\ngood plan, also, to try the new varieties us quickly as they come Into market. Most varieties grown from seed\nwill yield much heavier crops for two\nor three yenrs after their Introduction\nthan they ever will again,\nai-w prunjnix l-heura,\nHere are a pair of garden shears,\nwhich are constructed on a principle\nquite differuni from ordinary shears.\nThe In iter will, no mat ter how sharp,\nnever .-ut I nigs ami branches very\neasy. lie way they shut pushes the\ntwig away from the cutting edge, and\nmuch force is uselessly spent. The\nshears shown iu our cut are quite different iu thai respect; the upper blade\nwhile closing slides toward the band\nby n simple, yet very ingenious contrivance, Which i- fully explained iu tho\nIllustration. The sliding upper blade\ndoes not allow the twig to slip away\nfrom the grasp of the shears, but will\neven draw il Into Its culling edge. The\nInventor of these garden shears is now\nconstructing other scissors upon tbo\nsame principle, and claims thai cutting\n, ...... H . .....ft,, .Ul Hilt \"\nItion without my knowing it, how I hers, whero women are admitted. Some\nI iaj\u00C2\u00AB\u00C2\u00BB .\u00E2\u0080\u0094- \u00E2\u0080\u0094a _\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2-.\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u0094 ., \u00E2\u0096\u00A0 of th oni better take Mrs. Howard as an\nexample and start out for themselves,\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nPhiladelphia Press.\njudges were not willing that an\nherican should compete, and tho con-\nlion was to have me go on totally un\npared to make things fair in their\ni minds. Vet, after all, in their own\nIguage, and because tbey really judged\n\ the best, the medal was handed to\nAmerican girl, whom every one,\npn tbe judges, up to that moment had\nrnrdod as French.\" \u00E2\u0080\u0094 Philadelphia\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0096\u00A0Ties.\nTonne Old Maids.\nVt a very smart wedding a few days\ntl it suddenly occurred to me that tbe\ninontly lovely brido walking dowu\ni aisle was not a day under 30 years\nngo, and yet sho had never been\nIdeal Dress of the Working Woman.\nMrs, Martha Strickland is not only a\nlawyer and a lecturer on parliamentary\nlaw, but n wurm advocnto of physical\nculture and correct dress. This talented\nwoman, who is yet young nnd charming\nand graceful, curries out her ideas regarding correct dress in uu artistic and\npioturosque way thut is decidedly pleasing, even to very fastidious people.\nIn appearance she is of medium height\nand plump. Her face is full, the expression pleasant, with a mouth and\nDr. Josephine Cunln.\nDr. Josephine Cuuin, gold medalist,\nBishops, miiii, has been one of the few\nsuccessful candidates for the degreo of\nL. R. 0. P. ut Edinburgh, tukiug highest honors lifter a sojourn there of three\nmonths. Dr. Cunin is nt\nParis.\nKeep lhe Hena at Work.\nAll active fowl Is usually a healthy\none, and a lieu that has Ibis characteristic, If possessing a large, red comb ami\negg-pouch, can be counted upon us a\nsteady layer. If only she Is given kind\nattention, snys the Independent in\ncold weather you must not expect anything but trouble from n Muck of idle\nChickens that have nothing in do bul\nmope about lu a half-sleepy condition;\nIt is unnatural; what they require is activity. Make them scratch among hay\nor litter for every mouthful you give\nthem,keeping them a trifle hungry; lids\nwill stir the blood, and give thom something to think about. Please remember\nthis when you complain about not gel-\nting many eggs. Activity, meat scraps\nuud il variety of food, with milk occasionally, will solve the question better j\nthan anything you can do for them.\nWinter Is the time they require your\nbest care. Ilon'l blame the bens be-\nfore you lake yourself to task; be Just\nIn all things.\ngnu Alts havi: A si.mixi) in,.-,->-.'.\nof several layers of cloth is performed\nwitli much less use of force ami witli\nbetter results than with the old-time\nscissors.\nut\na n v\npresent in\ngittSZi nol3ehu!dr hi-w 5*5 \u00E2\u0080\u0094 X tathe\np. and 1 could uot but think how \"The ideal dross of tho working worn-\nMiss Helen Culver has given(1,000,-\n000 to the University of Chicago. It is\nalways gratifying to the friends of equal\nrights when coeducational colleges and\nuniversities nre thus generously remembered, especially by women,\nTho rage for laco in woman's finery\nextends nowadays literally from head to\nfoot, for lace slippers aud low shoos\nmade of stiffened net uud trimmed with\nlaco rusottes ure shown for hulli-nuni,\nwear.\nFivo minutes' soaking in nmmouin\naud water will clean thu dirtiest frying\npans so that rinsing aud wiping are all\ntbut will bu needed.\nUso a wiro frame for boiling potatoes\nand soe how much of Vexation it suves\nand how satisfactory tho result.\nThe Des Moines Women's club has\n(1,000 in its treasury.\nhisl,timing Calve*.\nDishorning calves, when two to three\ndays old, with the chemical dlshorners\n(whicli, I believe, are simply dissolved\npotash), is lu my case a complete success, says a contributor to tbe Country\nGentleman, I have found a better way\nfor nie. yel ^.will describe the chemical\nway: Before the horn has come through\nthe skin\u00E2\u0080\u0094on the second day tiller birth,\nif possible\u00E2\u0080\u0094cut the hair away from the\nplace where Ibe horn would come\u00E2\u0080\u0094you\n(\u00E2\u0096\u00A0an feel the bump -and moisten a\nplace as large us a silver quarter dollar\nthoroughly With the dishorning fluid,\nrubbing ll In with ti small swab. Ito\nnol drop any on clothes, flesh, or on the\ncall's eyes, lu ten minutes nil, more\non. Then let alone, and have no more\nuneasiness ou the horn question lu the\ncase of that calf. A brown crust forms,\nwhich Is Ibe skin killed by the dlslioru-\ner, I.el Ibis alone nnd it will come off\nIn tlue time. To make lhe chemical dis-\nhomer, dissolve a llllle potash lu us Ill-\ntie water as will do; keep In a glass-\nstoppered bottle.\nFresh Wntcr for Hou-),\nNo niiiiini 1 suffers more frequently\nfrom thirst than does the hog. especially when it is fattening, If it is fed\nmilk nnil swill, the latter made salty\nby the addition of the brine made from\nsuit pork while It is being freshened.\nIts case Is so much tho worse. Milk\ncontains some water, but It is so mixed with fat and casein that it cann\nserve ns ti substitute for water,\none may see by placing fresh water\nwhere the bogs can get It nt will. Thoy\nwill not drink large amounts. The\nbog's stomach is not large enough to\nhold a great bulk either of food nr\ndrink. But the bogs that have fresh\nwater will have better digestion, and\nIt' fattening will he more free from\nfever for having pure water. On many\nfarms so much salt meat Is freshened,\nand the water used lu doing this Is\nsaved for the swill barrel, that lhe\nbogs fed swill nre constantly suffering\nIntense thirst, making them unhealthy\nnnil diminishing their ability to make\nthe best use of the food Ihey eat.\nGames For Parties.\nThese should always be arranged long\nbofore the visitors arrive. Wheu you.\nhavo invited friends, you should make\nsure of pleasing them as well us feeding\nthem. Some of the old games are still\ntbo best. Do you know rumor? It is\nplayed in this way: Let the company be\nseated in a semicircle. A person at the\nend whispers into tbe oar of one sitting\nou his left a short story, which is set\ndown in writiug for future reference.\nThe second whispers it to the third, the\nthird to the fourth, and so on to the\nlast, who relates it out loud, after\nwhich the original is read, to the great\namusement of the company, for the two\nversions are generally very different. '\nIf you have friends who are good at\nrhyming, the game of poetry is excellent. Here is a genuine impromptu,\nrhyme composed by a boy only 9 years\nold, who was playing the game with a\nlargo company. The words given to him\nwere Russia, Prussia aud armchair, and\nafter the time limit\u00E2\u0080\u0094five minutes\u00E2\u0080\u0094was\nup he read this: \u00C2\u00AB.\nFlrsl I'd go to Russia\nAntl sit in an armchair, ^\nAnd then I'd go to Prussia\nAnd do similarly there,\nThe samo game may be played by\nputting three words into a sentence\nwithout requiring rhymes.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Brooklyn\nEagle.\nThe Blind Children.\nIt was tho general hour for recess at\nthe great New York Asylum For Blind\nChildreu. Down the bare wooden stairs\na troop of euger boys clattered with so\nmuch of the usual bustle and push that,\nouo could hardly believe were it not foxt \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nuow and then a pair of cautions hands\nexteuded that uli those restless, bright\neyes were sight'oss. Out through the\nopen doors to a small, barren playground''\nthoy rushed. The feet of a foremost boy.\nfelt under them the joy of ice. There?\nwas a scream of pleasure. The two or\nthree visitors standing near smiled at\none another. It was merely u tiny, contracted patch of frozeu drippings from\nthe eaves that boys who know whole\nrivers and ponds of winter pleasure\nwould have passed uuuoticed. But, lo,\nthis littlo afflicted one, whom we had\nbeeu pitying as having lost most of\nlife's pleasures, had found the key to\nthat most precious of all earthly possessions\u00E2\u0080\u0094contentment. He threw up his\nhappy little arms in a transport of pleasure. \"Come on, boys!\" he shouted, sliding down tbo narrow confines. \"Come\non I Come ou! Hero's a lake of ioe. \"\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nNew York Letter.\nFraud Anion.- Milk Dealers,\nThe reporl of the Massachusetts\nSale Hairy Bureau calls attention to\nii new fraud practiced by milk dealers\nwhich cannot he reached under the ex-\nlstlug Btatutcs. It nppeurs Hint ccr-\nOtltla antl Ktitls.\nClover tea Is excellent for purifying\nthe blood, clearing the complexion and\nremoving pimples. Dried clover may\nbe used fnr the tea.\nIf castor oil is applied to a wart once\nn duy for n month the wart will entirely disappear. In many eases it will\nnot require so long u time.\nThe discovery that colti coffee is an\nexcellent tonle for growing plums\nshould do away with the lust remnants\nof the custom of warming over cold\ncoffee.\nTo prevent a bruise from discoloring\napply Immediately hot water, or If\nthat Is not nt hand, moisten some dry\nstarch with cold water and cover the\nbruised place.\nit Is said that If parsley Is eaten wilh\nonions or a salad containing onions the\nodor of the onion will not affect the\nbreath. Tbe sprigs or parsley should\nbe eaten as you would celery.\nA small piece of candle mny be made\nto burn all uigbl by putting finely\npowdered soil on It until it reaches the\nblack part of the Wick. A small even\nlight may be kept in this way. ,\nWhen baking cake, on removing It\nfrom the oven place the tin containing\nthe cake on n damp towel lor a moment and the cake may readily bo\ntaken from the tin without sticking.\nBeading*.\nA bundle of old letters was found not\nloug ago in England which turned out\nto be valuable because tbo letters were\nwritten by Charles Lamb. Very few of\nyou children are too young to enjoy this\ngreat author's essay on \"Roast Pig,\"\nwith his funny account of the way tho\ndelicious dish was discovered. Wheu yon'\nare a few years older, it is to bo hoped'\nthat you will not be satisfied until you\nhnve rend every essay he wrote. Indeed\na tuste for Charles Lamb is considered a\nsort of touchstone\u00E2\u0080\u0094that is, if a person\nlikes to read bis works, be is considered\nby that ulono to be cultivated and intelligent. Miss Agnes Repplier declares\nthat renders of Lamb aro all so fond of\nhiui that they are a little jealous when\nthey find any othor admirer, Von must\nrend his letters, too, and the story of\nhis life aud see what u noble man ho\nwns In his devotion to his family und\nhis self sucrifice. Yot he snid mice thut,\nho would like to meet some great man\nof the times, \"because I never saw a\nreal hero. \" And all the timo he wns u,\nhero himself aud didn't know it.\u00E2\u0080\u0094Now\nYork Times.\nTlfargy's Kitten.\nMargy has a kitten which she calls\nAmber. Isn't that a pretty and appropriate name for a yellow cat! She said\nproudly tho other day: \"My new cat is\nn very nice one. She hasn't scratched mo\nonce since I've had her. \" One of her\naunts, to whom she was talking, inqnir\ned, \"And when did you get her, Margy?\" She answered, \"Yesterday.\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094I'.x-\nchauge. W3K7!\n^.\n'+>\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0096\u00A0;\n*\nr on\u00C2\u00BBnnr or who\nFifty-five Reported to Be the\nTotal Number of Dead.\nDamaging Testimony Against the\nCity\u00E2\u0080\u0094Tne Bridge Known to\nBe Unsafe and Avoided\nhy the Public.\nYesterday the divers and their\nassociate workers continued their\nlabor of clearing away the debris of\nthe broken bridge, but did not\nbring to light any additional victims. Nor is it believed there are\nany such now in the water, the\nidentification of 55 bodies and tlie\nreporting alive oi 87 others\u00E2\u0080\u0094giving\na total of 142 known to have been\npassengers on the death car.\nThe first work of lhe jury yesterday was to view the bridge, the inspection of which occupied several\nhours. It was found that one at\nleast of the floor beams had broken\nacross, the break showing it to hnve\nbeen so thoroughly rotten that the\nwonder is it did not give way long\nmonths ago. On returning to the\ncity hall, the testimony of several\nwitnesses was taken, the most important being that of Inspector\nWilson, who swore that he had several times advised a thorough inspection of the collapsed bridge,\nand the boring of the timbers to ascertain their solidity or otherwise.\nCapt. Win. Grant, whose evidence\non a very similar point is expected\nto prove important, lias not yet\ntaken the stand, the remainder of\nyesterday afternoon being devoted\nto the filling up of connecting testimony as to lhe relative positions of\npassengers, car and bridge at the\ntime of the disaster.\nThe plans from which the bridge-\nwas built in 1885 were yesterday\nproduced by Mr. Gore, deputy commissioner of lands and works,showing the structure to have been a\ncombination wood and iron affair,\nspanning Victoria Arm at a high\ntide depth of four fathoms, 'i'he\ntwo Whipple truss through spans\nwere each 150 feet in length and\nnot in any way connected by strong\nmetal, while leading to them were\ntwo Pratt truss deck spans of 120\nfeet each, and 105 feet of wooden\napproaches, making the total length\nof the bridge 645 feet. The superstructure was supported by five\nCushing piers, each pier being\nformed by two clusters of piles\nsurrounded by an iron cylinder of\nquarter-inch plate, the interstices\nbeing filled in with broken stone\nand grouted with cement mortar.\nFrom early morning until well\ntowards evening funerals were taking place almost hourly, while the\nmedical men of the city spent hours\nof their time in the homes of the injured, all of whom are reported to\nbe progressing satisfactorily. In\nfact, the majority of the wounded\nare now able to be on the streets\nagain, their bandaged heads or\nlimbs and their pale faces testifying mutely to the severity of the\nexperience through which they had\npassed.\nAs anticipated, a number of persons who escaped are now moving\nfor a thorough investigation, and\nin this connection a petition to\nPremier Turner made its appearance yesterday and at once received numerous signatures.\n(From tiie Province.)\nThe bridge was known to be unsafe,\nanil it bus actually broken down once\nbefore. So notorious was ils security\nthat many people were (earful at all\ntimes of passing over or under it.\nTbe bridge wus built in 1885 by a San\nFrancisco company ut a cost of if 11,000\nfor the Provincial Government, and was,\nwe are assured by experts, a good enough\nbridge ut tbe time for the purpose lor\nwhich it was Intended, i. e., the ordinary vehicular and passenger traffic of a\ncity of the then Victoria's size with, we\nmay assume, the usual margin of safely,\nsay live times the strength needed for\nactual requirements. So far so good, but\nwhat happened? when the city limits\nwere extended tbe bridge WBS taken over\nby the Municipality. The Municipality\nin turn, either made or confirmed arrangements previously arrived at with\nthe Tramway Company for the passage\nof cars in total unconcern as to whether\nthe bridge was or was not Strong enough\nto stand tbe additional truffle, The\nTramway Company seems to have been\nquite content to assume what, it ought\nto have proved; it lay down the track,\nnot in the centre, but upon one side of\nthe bridge, thereby atltling enormously\nto the undue strain. It persistently\nloaded its cars with as much human\nfreight as they could be mude to carry,\nquite regardless of tbe state of the road\nbed over which they bad to travel.\nWarning was given three years ago of\nwhat might lie expected when the bridge\npar.tially collapsed. Hut the warning\nfell on deaf cars. Nu precautions were\napparently taken by anybody | nothing\nwue done. On tbe day of tbe accident\nno measures of any kind were adopted\nto regulate or minimise the traffic,\nAct omits vary as to tbe number of\ncars, which, at the moment of the accident, were on the bridge at the sumo\ntine. Some say there were as many as\nfour; some say three; some only two.\nThe truth will douutless be bruuguyuit\nduring theenquiry, but be this as'\nIt is abundantly evident that ru\nwere taken by anybody to provi\nthe safety of the public on tiie occnsTpU'\n' of all others when they should have been\nfact is a scandal and <.:-\nlis have paid with their\nmd it is cer-\n. upe ! io the interest of\npublic safety for the future that the day\nof reckoning may ben rude one.\nCITY AND PROVINCE,\nThe vital statistics for the month of\nMav areas follows: Marriages, 6; deaths,\n11 ;'births, 2\.\nKev. W. A. Gunton of the Baptist\nChurch will preach a sermon on Mining\nand Miners on Sunday evening, June 7.\nAs the result of the examination for\ncoal mine managers' certificates, held\nhere recently, Messrs. W. II. Wall, T.\n.Morgan and D. Wilson were the successful candidates.\nThe funeral of Eliza Martha Foster,\nthe ten-year old daughter of Mr. Win.\n' Foster of Departure Bay, took place this\nafternoon, Rev. Cauon Good officiating.\nHilbert & Son had charge of the Inter-\nj ment.\nPolities are very much mixed nt Van-\nI comer. Mr. Cowan and Mr. Bowser are\nj working hard, and arc succeeding in\n| widening the split in the Conservative\nparty and improving Mr. Maxwell's\nchances.\nThe proprietors of the several boot uml\nshoe stores of the city have decided to\nclose their places of business ut 7 o'clock\nevery evening except Saturday and the\nclay befoie holidays, commencing Mon-\n' day, June lst,\nThe funeral of the late Wm. P. Bran-\nI nun takes place tomorrow afternoon al II\n: o'clock. The deceased leavesthrcechild-\nren\u00E2\u0080\u0094Mrs, Tully Boyee, Miss Julia\nI Brannan and w. Brannan\u00E2\u0080\u0094to mourn\ni the sudden loss of a father.\nThe police arrests for .May were:\u00E2\u0080\u0094\ndrunk, 5; feloniously entering room, 1;\ntotal, 0. Four cases only were tried in\nthe provincial police court, viz: using\nabusive and insulting language, 1; supplying liquor to Indians, 2; assault, I.\nThe rector of St. Alban's bus been\nobliged to abandon for the present bis\ni projected holiday, as the sad accident to\nCanon Paddon and the extension of Key.\nC. E. Cooper's leave of absence make it\nimpossible for the Bishop to supply Mr.\nTaylor's place.\n -a-**.\t\nCOAL EXPORTS FOR MAV.\nForeign coal shipments for the mouth\nending Mav 80 were as follows:\nHV Till: XEW VANCOUVER ooMI'ANY.\nn.vmi: and Destination. Tons.\n! Sp Elwell, San Francisco 2,800\nSS llolyoke, Port Townsend III\ni SS City of Everett, San Fran 3,080\nIlk Oregon, San Francisco 2,200\nSS Pioneer, Port Townsend 80\nSS Willapa, Porl Townsend (ill\n; SS Angeles, Port Townsend 25\nSS Peter Jebsen, Los Angeles. ... 4,Soil\n. SS Willapa, Mary Island 80\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 SS Pioneer, Port, Townsend 50\ni ss Geitie Storey, Blaine 70\nSS Holyoke, Port Townsend 7(1\nBkGen. Fairchild, San Francisco. 2,800\nSS Tvce, Port Townsend 80\ni ss Willapa, Port Townsend GO\n; SS Pioneer, Port Townsend 80\ni SS City of Everett, San Francisco 8,750\nSUICIDE AT SEA.\nA Sailor Jumps Into t lie Sea to Escape\nFrom His Brutal Tormentor.\nMate William Smith of the American\nship Benjamin Sewell, now at Port\nTownsend, wns, on 23rd inst., bound\nover by Commissioner Swan to the\nUnited States District Court in the sum\n; of 1(2300 bail, ill default of which Smith\n! is con&ned in tbe county juil there. The\ncharge against Mate Smith is cruelty to\na sailor, who jumped overboard and was\ndrowned us u result of Smith's abuse\n> ami Inhuman treatment of him.\nThe story told by seven suilors who\ntestified against Mate Smith was to tho\neffect that on January (I last, ut 4o'clock\nin tbe morning, on u voyage from Port\nTownsend to Shanghai, the mate went\non deck to stand bis watch and found\n, William Man, uGerman sailor,on watch\nwearing il coat. With an oath, Smith\nordered Man to take off the coat, telling\nhim tluit no one but the mate wus allowed to wcur a coat on that ship. Man\nobeyed the order, but wus .not quick\n| enough in bis movements to suit Smith,\nwliu seized a bcluying-pin und struck\nMan over the head with it three or four\ntimes, then knocked liini down with a\ncapstan-bar ami struck him with his\niisis, bruising .Man's eyes.\nThe morning was bitter cold and\nSmith suddenly took a notion to warm\nMan. He ordered another sailor to bring\non all the clothes he could Iiml, unu\nmade Man put them on, finally having\na b|g sheet of canvas wiappeil round the\nfellow. Then he ordered .Man to get up\nand dance and sing on deck, telling him\nlie did not want him to Ircc/.e. Mnu\nobeyed as best he could, and u few minutes later when .Mate Smith went below\nafter breathing more threats against\nMan, the latter quickly stepped to the\nside of the ship and jumped overboard,\nnever being seen afterward.\nCaptain Sewell anil .Mule Smith of the\nSewell arc also under arrest on a charge\nof extreme cruelly toward a sailor named\nFram-is while on the lust voyage from\nShanghai tu Port Townsend.\nI The ship Benjamin E. Sewell basil bad\n' reputation among sailors, being classed\n1 as one of the hottest vessels in the deep\n' water (rude. She generally bus nitiish\ntrouble iii shipping a crew, and her otii-\ncers are singled out for special attack in\nthe \"red record,\" Male Smith regarded\nthe matter very liglilly when arrested on\nSaturday, and when asked by Commissioner Swan later if lie had read the\ncomplaint, be waved bis hand and jokingly said lie dhl not consider it worth\nreading, Captain Sewell listened to the\nreading of tiie complaint against him\nami said with a smile:\n\"Well, now, that's pretty serious, isil't\nii?\"\nBoth of them were more serious at\nmidnight, when Smith was bound over\nby the Commissioner.\nSUNDAY SERVICES.\nLATE NEWS SUMMARY.\nBarney Barnato bail a long interview\nwith President Kruger Thursday und\neloquently pleadetl for clemency tu the\nreform prisoners,\nTbe rumor that Mr Laurier will not\nrun for Saskatchewan is entirely unfounded, He bus definitely accepted the\nnomination, ami will be the Liberal\ncandidate there ns well as in Quebec\nEast.\nTbe Orunge Grand Lodge in session at\nCollingwood on Thursday re-elected\nClarke Wallace Grand Muster by acclamation. Birmingham was re-elected\nGrand Secretary by u majority of 21 inn\ntotal of 250.\nSpecials to the St. Louis Republican\nfrom various storm-swept town of Illinois and Missouri furnish the following\ntotals of the dead aild injured: Dead at\nNew Baden, III., 10; Breukrldge, III., |\n20; Aiitlricn county, .Mo., r>; Jefferson\nCity, Mo., (i.\nA terrible panic resulted from the\ngreat, rush of people at the popular feast\nat. Moscow, iu honor of the coronation of\nthe Czar, ami caused tbe trampling to -\ndeath of many people, including u wo-\nn an who wns delivered of a child dur- j\nlug the excitement.\nThe situation nt St. Louis this morn- !\ning is ns follows: identified dead, 13(1;\nunknown dead, Hill; missing,32; fatally\ninjured, 19; seriously Injured in hospitals, 401; estimated injured outside of !\nhospitals, 1000. The property loss is eg- \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nmilted at $20,000. At Eust'st. Louis:\nIdentified dead, 110; unknown dead,0;\ndying, (i; missing, 10; seriously injured\nIn hospitals. 200, Properly loss, $5,-\n000,000. Total dead and dying, 2115.\nTbe Fisheries Department are advised\nof the successful distribution of salmon\nfry from the Fraser River hatchery in\nthe Harrison rivet, five and a quarter\nmillion being planted, and in Pitt lake\na million antl a quarter. Four million\nwhitefish fry were sent from Lake Winnipeg and planted in British Columbia\nwaters\u00E2\u0080\u0094two and a half millions in Harrison lake, u million und u quarter iu\nShawnigun and lesser quantities in Pitt,\nDeer and Coquitlam lake.\nBicycle?. Bicycles.\nALL KINDS OF REPAIRS\nTo Bicycles done on our premises at the shortest possible notice.\nMn. Cocking being a thorough practical bicycle hand, will be\npleased to furnish all information gratis, and all work\ndone by this firm will be guaranteed to be first-class.\nCEESSEL & COCKING,\nNext to Sloan & Scott's Old Stand.\nP. S\u00E2\u0080\u0094A larce consignment of bicycle sundries just arriv-\nfroiii the east.\n\u00C2\u00BB'%%*^^^%%%%^%%\u00C2\u00AB^^^%^^V%%%%%'%^^^^^%%%'\u00C2\u00ABr^ ft\nSJ-7 W A I) VERT1SEMENTS,\nOn and After June lst the\nPEOPLE'S STORE\nWill Close Every Wednesday\nAT 1 O'CLOCK P. I.\n;J3?\u00C2\u00B0Note this and send in your\norders in good time, so they can\nbe. delivered.\nJAMES YOUNG.\nSS Peter Jebsen, Los Angeles ..\n. 4,860\nSS Willapa, Juneau \t\nTotal \t\n85\n24,733\nKIloM WELLINGTON.\nSp Columbia, San l-'ram-isco . . .\n. 2,700\nSS Excelsior, Alaska \t\nill il)\nss Royal, Bristol Bay\t\n30\nSs Progressist, San Francisco...\n. 4,0110\nSr Norma, Alaska \t\n680\nSS Discovery, Port Townsend .\n18\nSp Glory of the Seas, San Fran\n. 8,850\nss Alki, Mary-Island \t\n09\nSS Progressist, San Francisco ..\n4,2110\nSS Citv of l'uebht, Port Townsei\nd Kill)\nSS Signal, Astoria\t\n4411\nss Alki, Juneau\t\n50\nSp Oriental \t\nTotal\t\n. 2,8(10\n.10,088\nFROM UNION.\nSS San Mateo, Los Angeles\t\n. 4,200\nSS Wellington, San Francisco. ..\n. 2,4tll)\nss Mexico, Victoria\t\n200\nSp .1 B Brown, Alaska\t\n. 2,450\nSS Wanderer, Porl Angeles\t\n80\nBkRiuhard III, Seal tie\t\n443\nSS Danube, Sitka\t\n. 337\nSS City of Pucbla, Seattle .\n448\nSS San Mateo, San Francisco ..\n. 4,2H(I\nIlk ,1 U Peters, Port Townsend... 1,600\nSS Umatilla, Seattle 1,000\nSS Jeannie, San Francisco 1,400\nTotal 18,603\nRECAPITULATION.\nApril. Mny.\nNanaimo 22,817 24,783\nWellington 10,127 10,088\nUnion 17,(iii-l Is,(in't\n(Irami total\n60,008 03,274\nSAN FRANCISCO COAL MARKET.\nHarrison's circular says: \"Iluring tbe\nHeck there have been seven arrivals\nfrom the coast with 12,208 tons of il;\nfrom Baltimore, 2014 tons, from Cardiff\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0Ji'.ii Ions, (roni Sydney 2226 Ions. Tbo\nI unprecedented cold and stormy weather\nat this timo of the year has materially\nincreased the consumption of domestic\ngrades, hence the jobbing and retail\nj trade lias been brisk. Quotations for\nsteam coal have been marked up, as tbe\nI stocks of foreign on hand and en route\ni are exceptionally light. It is a long time\ni since the numberof vessels en route from\nNewcastle and Sydney were only six\n(three from each port) and aggregating\nonly 18,000 tons; this has not happened\n, in years, This of course is entirely attributable to the local labor disturbances at Newcastle, which have been in\neffect for about a month anil with no\nI evidence of any immediate settlement.\nIn the meantime our northern collerles\nI are being benefitted, us their coals are\nj being consumed on contracts which call\nfor Australian. Outward grain freights\nfor the next season's loading, ilo not\nshow any marked Improvement, hence\ninward coal freights remain fairly Strong.\n|'Corral Hollow' will shortly become a\nj factor in our fuel supply.\"\nPrevailing prices are as follows:\nI'KIt TON.\nWellington if8 01)\nI New Wellington 8 00\njSoutblield 7 60\ni Seattle ib 00@6 50\nI Bryant 6 00\nCoos Bay 4 50\n|-Wallsend 0 50\nScotch 7 60\nBrymbo 7 60\nCumberland, In bulk |18.50! sacks 16 00\nPennsylvania Anthracite Egg 11 00\njOannel 8 00\nsr. Paul's cuunoit.\nTrinity Sunday, May 81 \u00E2\u0080\u0094 10 a. m,,\nSunday school; 11, Matins, sermon and\nHoly Communion; 2:15 p.m.,Confirmation address; 8, churching and baptism;\n7, Evensong and sermon.\nOwing to the recent calamity at Victoria, the Jiishop canceled bis engagement here for Trinity Sunduy, but will\nlikely come up for .hint 7, when the confirmation will lake place.\nsr. alban's council.\nTrinity Sunday\u00E2\u0080\u0094Holy Communion, 8\na. in.; Morning Prayer, Litany and sermon, 11; Sunday school, 2:'M p. m.;\nEvening Prayer and sermon, 7 p. m.\nBand of Hope Monday at 8:45 p. tn.\nC. E, T, S. ou Thursday at 8 p. m.\nWeek-day services as usual.\nl'KKSllVTKlllAX CIIUIIOII.\nMorning service at 11 o'clock; Bible\nclass and Sabbath school at 2:80 p.m.;\n'evening service at 7. All welcome. Rev.\n' S. C. Stewart, pastor pro tern.\nV. I'. S. C. E, prayer meeting immediately after the evening service.\nMidweek meeting, Thursday evening\nat 8 o'clock.\nHALIBUBTON STREET METIIOniST CIIUIICII.\nServices at 11 a. in. and 7 p. in. Sunday school and Bible class at 8:30. As\nthese will lie Mr. Wilkinson's last services as pastor of this church, he will he\nglad to see all the members of the congregation present.\nBAPTIST CHURCH.\nRev. W. A. Gunton will use the fearful disaster at Victoria as a continuous\nillustration in his sermon Sunday night.\nBaseball.\nAl Seattle on Thursday Victoria was\ndefeated hy tbe home team, the score\nbeing Seattle 18, Victoria I. Fanning\nwas in the box for Victoria, bul his arm\ngave out before the game -was completed. Seattle played an orrorless game.\nAt Taeoma Thursday Portland won,\nthe score standing Portland 16, and Taeoma I-I.\nAt Victoria mi Friday, the home team\nwith Fred King as pitcher, won by a\nBcore of 7 to 2 for Seattle,\nThe Wellington baseball club has organized iis follows:\u00E2\u0080\u0094Hon. president, A.\nBryden; president, .1. L. .McKay; secretary, Dr. H, Wasson ; treasurer, Tbeo. I\nBryant; business manager, M. I lam-1\nhurger; committee of management, A.'\nBryden. G, W. Kennedy, Geo, Blake,\ntl.'Small, tieo. Wallis.\nLocal Retail Market.\nFlour\u00E2\u0080\u0094Ogllvie's Hungarian .to.INI '|i' III.\nGreen Crown li.DI) \"\nHercules 4.(>n \"\nSugar\u00E2\u0080\u0094-Best granulated .. f6.60i$sack\nBright yellow 4.25 \"\nHams From 15c. to 17c. $ lb.\nBreakfast Bacon 12c. to 18c \"\nLard\u00E2\u0080\u0094Best 15c \"\nj Buttkr\u00E2\u0080\u0094Creamery 30c \"\nDairy . \". 25c \"\n.W.W.B.\nOPPOSITION CANDIDATE,\nwill uddreBfl meetings ns follows:\nSalt Spring Island (North) May 19\n(South) \" 20\nAlberni \" 28\nNanainio City \" 30\nDuncan's June 1\nComox \" 8\nUnion \" 4\nCedar \" 6\nSomenos \" 8\nMcPherson's \" 9\nRoyal Oaks \" 10\nSooke \" 12\nGabriola Island \" 16\nNanaimo City \" 10\nNanoose \" 17\nWellington \" 18\nNorthfield \" 19\nAt tho above named meetings Mr. MoInneB\nwill be assisted by other eminent speakers.\nThe co-operation of all opposed lo tho present\ngovernment uro cordially Invited.\nThe government candldato nr candidates) <-r\nanyone on their behalf, ure Invited t<> be present\naint will lie given ample opportunity to tnke\npari In the discussion.\nA, I). Mi KBKZIS, fi. V. CaKK,\nSecretary. Chairman oi Executive.\n$1.50 Per Sack.\nThe outside or wood substance of wheat is removed and balance\nof kernel ground into flour, making a perfect flour for all\ndyspeptics, and will aid digestion quicker than any other\nin use.- -^\nWe claim to have TEAS, tbe best, the equal of which are nowhere\nto be bud. They will go the farthest and please the most\nparticular. Choice Blends, 25, 40 and 50 cts. per lb.\nThe Best Groceries handled by us. Give us a trial order this\nmonth and save money for yourself as well as store.\nI Jack, what made you look so nice last night in\nI church?\nI Jack\u00E2\u0080\u0094Why Tom, because I bail'such a clean shirt\n\u00E2\u0096\u00A0 and collar on and such nice polish on tbeni.\nTom\u00E2\u0080\u0094Where did you get them done?\nJack\u00E2\u0080\u0094At the '\n^^pioneer Steam Laundry\nTom\u00E2\u0080\u0094No more Chinamen for me. They ruih my shirts.\nJack\u00E2\u0080\u0094Drop a card In Post Office Box 95 or leave word at Imo's Barber\nShop anil the wagon will call on you at once.\nWHITE LABOR ONLY employed.\nTerms strictly cash, 0, 0. D.\nD. M. STEWART, Proprietor.\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2?i^c\nwi*. womf**.s Sy-S\n!ic'.*i0sj_\nit\nICE CEEAM\nWill be in season alter\nSunday, and you should\nnot fall to get the ricli-\n' est and best flavored, for\nwhich you must cull at\nExcelsior Bakery,\notice to Ladies.\nAJ\nOnion*\nEl,OH \t\nApples . ...\nPotatoes. .\nChickens...\n.... 8u \"\n20c. per dozen\nif2 00 per box\n.. \"be per sack\n.25 to 5'J cents\n\u00C2\u00BB0(\"k Springs, Castle Hate and\n'^Pleasant Valley\t\n7 60\nThe death roll o( the Missouri cyclone\nwas repoited to police headquarters at\nSt. Louis on Friday as follows: Known\ndead iu St. Louis, 157; unknown dead in\nSt. Louis, 24; fatally Injured in St.\nLouis, 1ft; missing in St. Louis, 25;\nknown kea i in East St. Louis, 1118; unknown dead. 8; fatally injured, Sj total,\n3\u00C2\u00AB0, This list is not accurate in detail,\nbut is said to be approximately correct.\nThe police believe, with everyone else,\nthat the total is likely to be swelled\nwhen the work on the ruins has been\ncompleted.\nI AM AGENT for Nanaimo nnd Districts for the New antl Perfect Carter's\nTailors' System. This system is up to\ndate; a parfeutladles' system; iH without a rival ami easy to learn; is noted\nlor its graceful lines and elegant (onus;\nit is not au experiment but a development, lean also teach bow to use this\nsystem, and hIho all kinds of Dressmaking executed in first-clasH style. Prices\nto suit the times. Address,\nMargaret M. Macdonald,\nNo. 09 1 Inliburton Street,\nD. S. Macdonald's Store.\nSEND YOUR CHILDREN TO US.\nII you do, it'll make a great difference\nwitli the youngsters ami a still greater\ndifference with you. They'll be better\nshod than they possibly could be elsewhere and at a considerably less cost.\nWhen you can save money by buying\nbetter goods, youv'e struck a good imitation of ii boiian/.a. That's what you'll\nalways Hnd in our stock\u00E2\u0080\u0094tbe best juvenile footwear iu Nanainio. You can't\nbent either our goods or prices. You\nmight as well try to beat a drum with a\nfeather,\nORR & RENDELL.\nNaniiimo Furniture Store\nJohnston Block, Bastion St.\nH.McTEIBtTPPoppiBtop,,\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094Full and Complete stock of\u00E2\u0080\u0094 11\nFurniture, Mattresses, Lounges,\nTENTS AND AWNINGS.\nUpholstered Goods of ell Kinds Mude and Ke- *1\npaired. Furniture of nil description bought\nand soldi Mattresses repaired und delivered\nthe name day. A trial order solicited.\nFirst-elan Accommodation. Fire-proof building\nTerms: St.00 Per Day and Upwards.\nThe Doon Hotel,\nJAS. BENNETT, l'roprlolor.\nCommercial St., Nunniino, I), C.\nBroken Bicycles\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094SHOULD IIE\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nRepaired in Good Shape\nto avoid dnnger of accidents.\nRepairing Bikes a Specialty\n\u00E2\u0080\u0094AT\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nR. J. WENB0RFS.\nSee the HYSLOP.\nCity Market\nHKMANS & WAMSLEY\nWholesale and Retail Butchers\nCOMMERCIAL STREET\nP. O. liox 227\nTelephone 7-8\nJOS. M. BROWN, Watchmaker.\nA' \vKatrt.9 Demagnetized shoruJotice\nBy SPECIAL MACHINERY on tho Promises.\nFlue mul Complicated Watches and Clocks\nCarefully Cleaned and Repaired v \\nPine CYCLOMETERS, for Bicycles, In Stock.\nCohnkii Church and Chapei. Strrkts.\nl' ClIAMPAGNK ClDKlt\n' Soua Watkr\nFOR A REFRESHING DRINK\nAsk for -:\nLawrences JEssS\nEUREKA SODA WORKS, ,1\nManufacturer!)! Temperance Drinks, Hvrups.Ao. \J\nDellvered itqoio all parts of elty and vicinity.\nT* 1'iompt attention paid to snipping orders.\nTelephone U-t, P. O. llox 79, Nanaimo.\n.\nStf :\u00E2\u0080\u00A2'#.'"@en . "Titled \"The Nanaimo Mail\" from 1896-02-15 to 1896-05-09

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