.... ...... Xf ft" ' ' ' " '^Iv'i|'r|^ ' •^/-v#- -^" '• "'A' ' " ' •• ' W ^ W W t " :' : ^ , L^fl&^ia^u u ':.. -3t4Mjrni,,M : ' ' -&*•**& r*% &>i -•*<*.••"%. or-.i--V ^»f-£ ' r&gfr'< ; ** ̂ »'«•*&..fc&4Sfar. THE MAID Of THE I) MARY P - A Story of English : Life. By JOSEPH HATTON. J . CHAPTER VI--(Continued.) . s*Well, if you ask me, Jack, I should jimy* that neither Renshaw nor old Thompson know anthing about spies. If.' They know when it's supper time, and pr-. when to begin to fatten a turkey for pit ^Christmas; but I never knew that they !*§£;• Ircould be reckoned upon to know any- p?M |thing else that mattered. ' ' $$••.}• "But they were in the wars before p},. they were pensioned." jjg*f "Maybe," said Mary; "that makes no §£•'•• '.v ^difference." # • "Man7." eald Jack, when, after a ' brisk gallop, they were walking their sj«! -cobs leisurely through the leafy lane i "that led to the farm, "Mary, you seem to be mighty struck with the forfeign- looking man." BH'jj-. "He s not foreign-looking, Jack: and why do you think Tm mighty st:uck?" "Because I saw you do what I've "never seen you do, except once." • "And what was that?" "You blushed when he waved his hand at you." > "Blushed! Rubbish, Jark, I did nothing of the kind." "I thought you did," said Jack hum bly. "That's because you're jealous." - "I wish you'd giye me the right to ^ be Jealous, Mary." fe . £You are, without the right," she £|; replied. "I am, Mary; but if you would give ^ • tte the right to be. I never would be, J»o help me heaven!" i "And when did I blush once before," I5, fcald Mary, "since you have mentioned |'•). ft, Jack?" * - i "When I asked you to marry me." p*/' ""I didn't blush then, Jack, surely; it V"was such a silly thing for you to ask." fe "Yes, you blushed--because you t were sorry to say no; it was not a regular right-down blush, I suppose, but your cheeks went red, and--well-- there, we won't talk of it." "No, you said you never would, §?' Jack; and we have been right hearty fpy friends ever since, have we not?" 1/ "Yes, Mary." j&V " "And always will be, won't we?" "Yes, please God, if we are never to |r~ v l>e anything else," said Jack. 1? "We settled that long ago," she re- »/" plied, somewhat curtly. Bp-;' "T suppose we did," said Jack; then, gi>t With sudden fervor, 'Mary, you ha ye Mv' ' "Opened the old sore, or I have myself, fo . «nd by the Almighty that made us pboth, I have lost the power to bear it & lany longer." |k "Jack Meadows!" exclaimed Mary, "the color leaving her face at this un- |Jf< ^expected assault. "What is the mat- ter with you?" |y Jack slid from his horse and stood • •'by her bridle. "You are the matter with me, Mary! ^ I love you beyond repair! I can no I* ". longer live without you! If any oth- K er man won you I should kill myself || ©r him! I am mad! That look yo 1 gave H, ' yon stranger has made me mad! Some thing in my heart said to me, 'Jack, >tell her what you feel, ask her once more to soften to thee!' And I've done it!" "Aye, thou's done it,"* said Mary, assuming the local vernacular, as country people will when they are in trouble or in very great earnest; "and I am sorry for thee, for I can never love you as you'd have me do, and that Is as certain as death." "Mary, you have broken my heart!" "Then, surely, thou are selfish, Jack. I've told you always there is no man »I respect so much, no man I honor more; I feel towards you as I might towards a brother, but I can never -.marry a man I don't worship; why should I? I am not like other lasses; il am a tomboy, old Taylor says, and ;Tm more like a lad than a lass. I've known you. Jack, ever since I was a child^-and there, I'd never have come out with thee if I'd dreamed thou'd begin at me again." "I couldn't help it," said Jack, his voice trembling, his face as white as the ruddy streaks in his cheeks would allow, his knees tottering under him. "I saw thee look at yonder fellow, and > I fear you think he's sort as you could worship." ^ "How dare you say so, Jack! Why, be onlv came into tbe house last nightT^ "There is such a thing as love at first sight," Jack replied, "and there is such a thing as love that thinks nowt but of her, thinks nowt but for her, would die to please her and would not live to cause her a minnit's sor row--that's my love Mary that's my love." K He leaned against his horse's neck and covered hie face with his hands. "You have made me very unhappy, Jack," said Mary, with something of her natural manner, "and I am very sorry for you and for myself; and now I know there is truth in the ill-omen of putting wrong, stocking on left foot, and finding an owl on her nest, which I did this morning, and dreaming you are* sitting under a gibbet and an old witch won't let you go home. "Nay, Mary lass, don't go away like .< that; I'll try and bear up. I'm a - damned conceited fool to think any ; lass could care for me, much more thee • above everybody, but " ."Not care for you, lad? Half the fine women in Yorkshire would be glad to marry you." "And I wouldn't swap thy little fin ger for the whole lot on "em!" "Why has God made me so per verse?" Mary thought to herself; if . not in those words, In that spirit, as she turned away, adding albud: "I don't want to see the colt now, Jack, and the coach will be in before I get back, and I think Til go now, lad, and " "Thou'll not go without me, Mary, more so as I reckon I'll not see thee much longer." "Not see me much longer? What do you mean?" "Well, you see, I've had thoughts of migrating somewhere this last few Minutes--I mean few years-- and I Aonnat know, that t may not tek It in to my head to do it next week, *r to morrow, or some day soon, and we won't mek difference in going about with each other now I've towd you all I feel, as we should hev to do if I didna go away. And there, donnat mind me If I am not quite explaining Just as easy as usual, but we'll be friends and all th&t for the present, eh "Yes, yes!" said Mary, and Jack mounted his horse and they walked them nearly all the way back to the inn. The truth was that Jack MeadoWs, through the instinct of his own love, had surprised Mary'^ secret before she herself knew of its existence. She had falllen suddenly In love--love at first sight--with Richard Parker, and fcfe with b«r. CHAPTER--VII. Mary Lockwood had given her heart to Dick Parker without a thought of Jack Meadows, her uncle, or anyone else. She seemed to be under a spell from the first moment the young stranger had spoken to her. And he was a nobleman. She never doubted it. Morley said he had "the manners of an aristocrat, and the ex travagance of a prince." He suggest ed in a mild way that these were the very reasons why Mary should beware of his attentions. Mary said blood ennobled a man's actions. If they estimated it so high ly in a horse, why not in a qaan? Old Taylor, who entered into the discussion on the second day of Park er's stay at the inn, agreed with Mary, but at the sarffce time said, girls must mate with their equals. Mary had replied that girls had no choice in the matter until they were asked. Dick Parker had heard this latter re-mark as he" entered the little bar- parlor, for within 24 hours he was on familiar terms with the household. Presently, when she was alone, Dick said: "Will you meet me in the abbey this afternoon? I want to say some thing to you." "Can't you say it here?" she replied. "No; besides, you know all about the abbey, and I would like to see it with you." "I will ask my uncle," said Mary. "Is that necessary?" "Yes," said Mary, well knowing it was not; but she wished to have an authorization for the pleasure he felt it would be to walk alone with the stranger, who spoke so softly, looked so handsome, and pai(JAher such pretty and evidently such sincere compli ments. "Then ask him, will you? T am go ing to fish in the river on the other side of the abbey; we might meet on the banks and then I could talk of the monks of old, of glee maidens, and the days of romance." "Uncle," said Mary, as old Morley came into the little room, "can I show Mr. Parker the abbey?" "I should think so, indeed; I would like to see the lass or lad, or parson in black for that matter, who knows more about it." And yet, in his way, he had really fallen in love with Mary Lockwood. He felt that he could sacrifice any thing for her. At one moment he had half a mind to tell who he really was and coun sel her to accept the honest man whom he had seen riding with her; half a mind to advise her thus and ride away back to town, and leave Yorkshire and Bellingham, and the rest to Foster; half a mind to seek other employment, to go to the Low Countries and fight the Spaniards; but his good emotions were as evan escent as was his character; and just as he feflt most penitent Mary looked up at hljn with her blue eyes, and seemed to invite, his further speech, and with not a^hadow of reproach in them for his quick, if not abrupt, declaration. "I have heard of love at first sight, and laughed at it," she said, leaving her hand in his, as he sat down by her side, "but I did not know what It was." "And do you love me?" whispered Dick, "as I love you?" "I think so," said the infatuated girl. It is always the case with your strong-minded young women who Is never going to marry; heart and fan cy conquered, she is utterly gone, hope lessly a slave; her love Is worship, her devotion ldDlatry. Mary, though she had only known Dick Parker for a moment as It were, gave him her confidence as if they had been brought up together from childhood, as she and Jack Meadows had. "Do you only think so?" he asked. "I am sure so," she answered; and the bold wooer stole his arm round her waist and kissed her. She sat there as if in a dream---this practical, clever, athletic horsewoman, this free, honest, open, fearless, mas culine woman, as she loved to think herself--sat there with her hand in his, listening to his honeyed words, and answering them now and then in whispers, and feeling too happy for words. There was a public footpath through the abbey In those days, and when Jack Meadows years before had tried to make love to her, Mary had been very quick with excuses for not loiter ing, lest people passing to and fro should think it odd. But with Diefek^>arker she thought of "nothing or of nobody." They got up from her favorite seat, and walked along the chancel and in to the chapter house, and,., away into the meadows, Mary telling Dick now and then some pieces of Interesting history connected with- the ruins; he responding with accounts of the gaye- tles of London. The nun was setting when they stood by the river at the spot where Dick had beeen lashing the quiet waters. He picked up his creel out of the grass. There was a brace of fine trout in it. a trtbcie rat^tr to the river than tt the skill of the angler. Dick packed up his tackle, slung the creel oyer his shoulder, and fisherman, and ^jnaiden wandered homewards through^the .fields. The shadows fell soft and stllTaboat them as they crossed the bridfee and entered the roadway opposite the inn. Already the bunds were drawn, and the warm light from the autumn fires made a beacon of the house for trav elers In the coming darkness. Mr. Taylor and his friend, Wilson, were in the bar, and so was Squire Belling ham. "Ah!" said old Morley, when Dick with a laugh exhibited the results of his day's sport, "you should get Jack Meadow, to show you the way; or even our man Tom. I've known Tom to whip put the brace of three and four pounders many a time before breakfast." "I'm not much of a fisherman," said Dick, "and I've been fishing part of the day in the abbey, talking of the days of monks and nuns, and ancient almoners, and the like, with our fair hostess." "I reckon Mary knows every stone, and corbel, and shaft, and broken arch, jind ivy stem in the place," said Morley. "But she doesn't honor every one of your guests as she has honored this gentleman, I think," said Bellingham. "I've shown many a gentleman and lady over the abbey before today," said Mary, rather sharply. "No doubt, no doubt; and they were to be envied their guide," remarked the "Squire, smiling, but looking rather askance at Parker. "That is true," said iParker. "You are remaining tn thees parts," said Bellingham, "longer than, you la- tended at first?" "No," said Parker. "There is, better fishing farther north," Bellingham rejoined; "but not so interesting as the abbey." "Nor the beautiful guide, you were going to add," said Parker. "Well, I agree with you, and, believe me, sir, for it is the truth--I have an honest man's reverence and respect for botfo" "Spoken like a man," said Taylor. Mary smiled in a friendly way at Taylor, and left the room. Bellingham said: "I hope so." "You are my elder in years, possibly my great superior In wisdom; but I do not know that age or wisdom give you the right to hint that I am not speaking the truth," said Parker. "Good-night," was Bellingham's re ply, "I see the groom has brought out my horse. I sleep at Harrogate to*- night; but we shall doubtless meet again. I meant no offense. Good night, Morley, good night, nil." Meanwhile, within three days of Mary's ramble with. Parker In the ab bey, all Klrkstall knew that It was all over with Jack Meadows chances of ever marrying Mary Lockwood. (To be continued.) DEATH MASK OF PRESI ^ McKINLEY y i A MODERN MIRACLE Per formed by the Famous Father John, of Cronstadt. The Novoe Vremya of Sept. 14 has the fo lowing account of a miracle per formed by the famous Father John of Cronstadt: "On the 12th Father John arrived at the village dfc'l-sopino, eon- ducted service, anl spent the night with Father Lvov. Next d?y he Jour neyed to Konchanskols, and consecrat ed the new stone church there in the presence of fully 10,000 people. After this service a breakfast was given in the school and many speeches were de livered. In the midst of the breakfast two men and two old women were seen approaching the school house bearing the seemingly lifeless body of a woman. For seven years thl3 woman had been paralytic, unable to move arms or lfgs, or oren her eyes--was a living corpse. On their bringing her to him, Father John arone, stood be- fore her, and asking her name, gazed fixedly at her. Then in a loud voice he bade her open her eyes. After sev eral attempts Audr.tya (the paralytic did so. 'Look me straight In the face,' said Father John, 'and cross yourself.' Slowly and with great efTcrt the wo man succeeded in making the s'gn of the cross. 'Do It again,' said Father John, 'and again.' With ever-Increas ing faith the woman repeated the movement. 'Stand up,' said Father John, and tbe woman arose. Then he moved frcm his plac\ bidd'ng her fol low. 'Now wa'k around me,' said Father John, and the lately seemingly dead woman slowly approached and fell on his shoulder. 'Go and pray,' said he, blessing the woman. On this she moved away without any help. All this took place in the presence of thousands* who were unable to restrain their tears."--London Pall Mall Ga zette. The death mask of President Mc- Kinley, taken soon after death at Buf falo has been sent to Washington, where it will be preserved among the most sacred mementoes which are kept in the capital city. A duplicate of the mask will be made and sent to Prince ton University, to be added to the cel- fl WORD In S&ASON "If I have been able to accomplish anything in my life," said a woman famous as one of the moet kindly and lovable among leaders of the best American society, "it is due to the word spoken to me in the right season when I was a child by my old teacher. I was the only homely, awkward one In. a class of exceptionally beautiful girls, and being also doll at my books, I became the derision of the school. I fell Into a morose, despairing state, gave up study, withdrew into myself and daily grew more bitter and vin dictive. One day the French teacher --a gray-haired old woman with keen eyes and a bright smile--found me crying. '<Ju as-tu. ma fille?' she asked. 'Oh, madam, I am so ugly!' I sobbed out. "She soothed me, but did not con tradict me. Presently she took me Into her room and said, 'I have a pres ent for you,' handing me a scaly, coarse lump covered with earth. 'It is round and brown as you. Ugly, did you say? Very well. We will call it by your name, then. It is you. Now, you shall plant it and water it and give it sun for a week or two.' I ebrated collection presented to that in stitution some years ago by Jjawrence Hutton of New York. In thls< collection, are the death masks of Cromwell, Na poleon, George Washington; Lincoln, Edwin Booth. Lawrence Barrett, Rich ard Brinsley Sheridan, and manycrtJier famous men« planted it and watched it carefuly. Green leaves came out at first and> at length a golden Japanese Illy--the first I had ever seen. Madam came' to share* my delight* 'Ah!' she said* significantly, 'who would believe so' much beauty and fragrance were shut up in that ugly thing? But it tooto heart and grew in the sunlight!* It was the first time it ever occurred to me that in spite of my ugly face I, too, might be able to win friends and; make myself beloved." Potatoes In Washington. An immense potato crop has been raised this season by irrigation in the Yakima Indian reservation in the state of Washington. The quantity for export is 2,000 carloads, and one farmer will clear $10,000. It is esti»- mated that the crop will be 40,000 tons, worth $1,000,000. Alcohol Product In Germany. The production of alcohol In Ger many In the year 1897 was 95,532,300; gallons, two-thirds of which was de rived from potatoes of domestic origin; It was produced in country distilleries, which number about 12,500, of which1 5,226 produce only from 264 to 2,642 gallons. Advertising for a Mayor. "I fcrlieve that the Americans will finally come to accept the German method of choosing mayors for their cities," said M. L. Leitz of...Stuttgart, yesterday to a New York Tribune re porter at the Hoffman House. "In our country," he continued, "when a city wantB a mayor it advertises for one. It Is not uncommon to find In tne adver tising columns of a Berlin newspaper such a notice as this: 'Wanted, a mayor for the city of Mannheim.' The mayor Is employed the same as the pastor of a church or president of a corporation. He follows the mayor's business from youth, just as an Amer ican would follow the Iron or dry- goods business. Such a man will gen erally begin ae the executive of a small town. If he "hows ability in cutting down *he tQi rate and at the same time ii lprovlng the town, he will soon be called upon to a larger community. Thus such a man is advanced to places of high salary and of honor as hf shows ability and worth. Surely such a system is better than the boss rule which enthall* BO many American communities." CLEPTOSCOPE FOR SUBMARINE VESSELS. A Matter of AfBnlty. "Why do you disregard the reform ers and vote for the ring politicians?" "Well," a&swered the member of the masses, "it's like this. De man wit de silk hat and de dlctionery hits our ad miration, but when it comes to friend ship we can't help stlckin' to de mat dat kin talk our kind o* language/^"* Washlhgton Star. A Homan engineer, M. Triulzi, has invented a tube with crystal prisms, whereby those in a submarine boat can see what Is going on at the surface of the water. The instrument Is called the cleptoscope. The experiments have been entirely Weather and Drunkenness. Weather has been blamed for many disorders. Lately some one has been found to study the effect of weather upon drunkenness in New York. It would need much argument to con vince most men that this can be gauged by arrests. But. so far as ar rests show, there is here in New York more Inclination to drunkenness in cold weather than in hot; on clear, dry days than on those which are cloudy and wet, and on days when winds are high than when the air is still. Strong winds, it is said, are among the saloon keeper's best friends. In conditions of calm, the debauches, as indicated by arrests, were 23 per cent below the av erage of throe years; In winds of hur ricane velocity, 50 per cent above. High humidities, as a general rule, seems to Increase the consumption of high balls, probably because dampness makes winter days seem colder.--New York Poet successful, and photography of ob jects on the water is possible thereby from a vessel beneath. The experiments were made on board the submarine II Delphino, and in the presence of Sig. Morin, the Minister of Marine. Army Impedimenta. Armies are adding so many curious vehicles to their impedimenta that it Is a grave question in some quarters whether their mobility will not be ser- ously impeded In future wars. There were the movable forge, the movable erraatorlum, the hospital, the ice machine, and now comes the traveling disinfecting apparatus. The latter is a wagon so fitted that it can readily move from camp to camp to disinfect the clothing of the soldiers. Bagdad exports more than $1,000,000 worth of wool per annum, but thqre Is not a woolen i^lll in all Arabia. fatality of the Fishermen. The toll which the sea takes from those who trust it for a livelihood is pathetically Illustrated in the an nouncement that the fishing season just closed has coBt the single port of Gloucester, Mass., the lives of no less than sixty-two of Its stalwart fish ermen. THE BEET SUGAR INDUSTRY. A most important article, giving Messrs. Oxnard's and Cutting's views on the Beet Sugar industry In this country, appeared on the editorial page of the New York Evening Post of De cember 12th, 1901, and as every house hold in the land is Interested in sugar the article will be of universal Interest. "The Evening Post bids the heartiest welcome to every American industry that can stand on its own bottom and make its way without leaning on the poor rates. Among these self-support ing industries, we are glad to know, is the production of beet sugar. At all events, it was such two years ago. We publish elsewhere a letter written in 1899, and signed by Mr. Oxnard and Mr. Cutting, the chiefs of this indus try on the eastern side of the Rocky Mountains, showing that this was the happy condition of the trade at that time. If parties masquerading as beet sugar producers are besieging the Pres ident and Congress at this moment, and pretending that they will bs ruined if Cuban sugar is admitted for six months at half the present rates of duty, their false pretences ought to be exposed. "1 be letter of Messrs. Oxnard and Cutting was probably written for the purpose of inducing the farmers of the Mississippi valley to go more.largely Into the cultivation of beets for the sugar factories. This was a laudable motive for telling the truth and show ing the large., profits which awaited both the beet-grower and the manufac turer if the Industry were perseverlng- fy and intelligently prosecuted. To this end it was pointed out that farmers eould clear $65 per acre by cultivating beets, and might even make $100. But fn order to assure the cultivator that he wowld not be exposed to reverses By possible changes in the tariff, they proceeded to show that the industry stood fn no need of protection. "The j»eet sugar industry, these gen tlemen say, "stands on as firm a basis as any b'isiness in the country." They point out the fact--a very important one--that their product comes out as a finished article, refined and granulat ed. It is not, like cane-sugar grown In' the West India Islands, a black and offensive paste, which must be carried in wagons to the seapboard and thence by ships to tbe United States, where, after another handling, it is put through a costly refinery,- and then shipped by rail to the consumer, who may posstbly be In Nebraska alongside a beet sugar faetory which turns out the refined and granulated article at one fell swoop. Indeed, the advan tages off the producer of beet sugar for supplying the domestic consumption are very great We have no doubt that Mcsrr; 0"XTi?;rd ant! CiTtt!ng nrp witlMn bounds when they say that 'sugar can be produced hare cheaper than It can be in Europe.' The reasons for this are that-- " 'The sugar industry is, after all, mere|y an agricultural one. We can undersell Europe in all other crops, and sugaT is no exception.' "It follows as natnrally as the mak ing of flour from wheat. If we can produce whept cheaper than Europe, then naturally we can produce flour cheaper, as we do. "But the writers of the letter do not depend upon a-priori reasoning to prove that they can make sugar at a profit without tariff protection. They point to the fact that under the McKinley tariff of 1890, when sugar was free of duty, the price of the article was 4 cents per pound: Yet a net profit of $3 per ton was made by the beet-sugar factories under those conditions, not counting any bounty on tbe home production of sugar. They boast that they made this profit while working under absolute free trade, and they have a right to be proud of this result of their skill and Industry. Many beet-sugar factories had been started in bygone years, back in the sixties and seventies of the nine teenth century, and had failed because the projectors did not understand the business. Since then great progress has been made, both here and abroad, *in the cultivation and manipulation of the beet. What was impossible thirty years ago Is now entirely feasible. The In dustry Is already on a solid and endur ing basis. There are factories in the United States, these gentlemen tell us In their letter, capable of using 350,000 tons of beets per annum at a profit of $3 per ton, and this would make a profit of $1,050,000 as the income to be earned under absolute free trade. "It must be plain to readers of this letter, signed by the captains of the beet-sugar industry, that the people in Washington who are declaiming against the temporary measure which the President of the United States urges for the relief of the Cuban peo ple, are either grossly ignorant of ths subject, or are practising gross decep tion. The tenable ground for them Is to say: 'Other people are having pro tection that they do not need, and therefore we ought to have more than we need.' This would be consistent with the letter of Messrs. Oxnard and Cutting, but nothing else is so." The king of England is an excellent bootmaker, the trade which he was taught by the wish of the prince con sort, who had all his -children taught some trade. Butterflies Made to OHtr. M. Standfuss of Zurich has taken up the old experiments of Weissmann on the variations In butterflies produced by temperature acting on the chrysalis. He finds that the chrysalids, according to the temperature to which they are exposed, have given birth to butterflies not of the kind they are derived from, but kinds belonging to countries far from Zurich. Thus, pupae of the Va nessa urtica, wnich is common in Switzerland, when kept at a tempera ture of four to six degrees centigrade, produced the Vanessa polaris, a spe cies proper to Lapland. Others of the same sort kept at 37 to 39 degrees cen tigrade produced the Ichnusa, found only In Sardinia and Corsica. A still higher temperature produced Ichnuso- ides, found sometimes In temperate re gions during hot summers. Other chrysalids gave birth to entirely new species. The general result Is, that cold or heat produces butterflies found In cold or hot countries. Tonnf Sculptors in Canada- Canada has a group of young sculp? tors of whom much is expected. On« of them, Hamilton McCarthy of Otta wa, is making the bronse statue which the government of Nova Scotia will erect In Halifax to commemorate the services of Nova Scotlans In the Soutb 1 African war. OUR. DUCHESS- Another mark of royal favor has been extended to the Duchess of Marl borough, who was Miss Consuelo Van- derbilt, and who is now consort of tl|e head of the ChurchillB. At the coronation Queen Alexandra will be attended by four fair duchesses who will be attired in cloth of gold and bedecked In their robes and coro nets. Not only must these four be duchesses, but they must be among the most beautiful of the duchesses. As filling these requirements the chosen ones are those of Montrose,. Sutherland, Portland and Marlbor ough--all numbered among the loveli est women in England. FLIRT.NG IS BARRED The students of the university col lege of North Wales have been giving the regents and teachers a great deal of trouble lately by their predilection for flirting. The upshot of the matter has been the posting of the following stringent and somewhat unique rules: "Men students may not, firstly, meet women students by appointment or walk with them; secondly> accompany women students to or from college; thirdly, walk with women students in the grounds of the college; fourthly, visit or receive visits from women students in their lodgings. "Reasonable association between men and women students will be per mitted, firstly, at authorized social gatherings within the college; second ly, in the college field during the prog ress of matches, and, thirdly, in the college itself for business connected with college societies or class work," These rules may work like a charm in old Britain, but would undoubtedly cause a storm of indignation among independent young America. MATTER OF OPINION "I have often wondered," said a thoughtful man to his minister, "what Adam and Eve would have done could they have foreseen the result of their violation of the divine commandment*' "They wire warned," said, the min ister. "True," said the thoughtful man. "but such warnings make little im pression. But I believe they would have done Just the same even if they had realized all that would follow. While they were driven out of the garden, they entered upon such a life of happiness as should have brought no regret for their idle garden lite. I believe they would have sinned Just the same." "It is, perhaps, a sin to discuss the question," said the minister. BOOTH TftRKINGTON Booth Tarkington, the author, who will be a candidate for the legislature; of Indiana, is an Indiana man clear- through and takes a kindly interest in the welfare of his state. He Is Just 31 years old and native of Indianap olis. After a year's study at Purdue university Mr. Tarkington entered Princeton, and after leaving that uni versity in 1893 he began writing the stories which have since made him famous. A Versatile Genlns. A Laredo, Texas, business man has issued a circular in the form of a typewritten letter which showB him to be a versatile man and a humorist He advertises himself as proprietor of a "hotel, annex, sample-room, res taurant, fish hatchery, gas plant, chicken farm, saloon, lunch room, bil liard hall," etc. At the head of the sheet appears the line, "Me-an'-the- Old-Woman, Sole Proprietors." On either side of this line are pictures; under one Is the caption, "This is Me,** and under the other, "This is the Old Woman." Largest Single Span Bridge. The great bridge in the course of construction across the Valley of Petruffe, In Luxembourg, will when finished surpass Cabin John bridge, now the longest single f»pan of masonry in the world. y ' Over 40,000 Hungarian residents ot New York city recently celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of the landing of Kossuth, the great Hungarian patriot in that city in 1851.