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1 ^p»T.V,--»/.^T., asf? ^.'F? j^p^sps FA T E. I Mr ?1 '. ' "MJ. Blrh In the spaces of sky Rciffna inaooeselble Fate; TUlda she to prayer or to cry? Answers she early or late? Chang-# and rebirth and decay, D&wnlnr and darkness and light-- Creatures they are of a day, Lost in a pitiless night. Men are like children who play Unknown by an unknown sea; Centuries vanish away; She aits--the eternal She. Nay; but the Gods are afraid Of the hoary Mother's nod; They are of thlng3 that are made. She waits--the eternal She. They have seen dynasties fall In ruin of what has been; Her no upheavals appall-- Silent, unmoved and sereno. Silent, unmoved and serene Relffns in a world uncreate. Eldest of God and their Queen, Featureless, passionate Fate. --'w. I* C. In The Fortnightly Interview. Till Lady of ths Valley. BY JAMES W. KILBURN. fGopyrlght, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) It was yellowing fall weather when I came upon the camp, flanked by a eornfield. A 'woman, whom I had seen upon the road, sat on a stump smok­ ing. A red shawl was knotted under ber arms and earrings protruded from ker head handkerchief. She knocked the ashes from her pipe, but her eyes --set deep In a worn face--looked only at the blue line of mountains be­ hind me. I sat upon another stump, and presently she said: "Will the lady have her fortune told?" The last one you told me did not aome true," I replied, and Was re­ garded by seeing that pipe removed with as much surprise as 1s compat­ ible with one of her stamp. Her eyes were now dark wells, to be fathomed by no light plummet "Tls not always a poor gypsy's fiuilt" she said. "Ton told me I should cross the water and marry a dark man, and I've done neither." "There is water still there, lady, and the dark men are not all dead!" Twas at Tivoli Fair," I proceeded, "the day the lion got loose and the keeper was hurt." I paused, remem­ bering all that the day had involved. There had been robbery and arrest, and it was said that the gypsies were «•••'• • Implicated. The incident had been forgotten, but not the personality of the woman who had interested me. Suddenly the name came to me, giv­ en by the woman at Tivoli. "Daylia Herne! Don't you remem­ ber me, Daylip? And the talk we bad?" There was a tense contraction «f the whole' figure, as though some Wild, secret thing were roughly awak­ ened from under the frozen - coverlid af winter. "Twas not I," she said impurturb- ably. "I never saw Tivoli Fair in all my mortal life. Some other gypsy, Udy! But I can tell the lady a better fortune nor that!" knowing that directness is not the route by which such creatures arrive I said: "Per­ haps so, but I should like to find Day­ lia Herne again. Have you ever beard of her?" 8he knocked the ashes from her pipe and through the veil of defen- ilveness there seemed to leap a gleam •f longing, the longing of an alien to touch once more the beloved soil. "I've seen her, lady. Oh, yes! A bad lot, she was!" "I should like to know what became sf her," I persisted. "liard to tell what becomes of the likes of her!" "Do you know where Daylia went •fter Tivoli Fair?" I asked. "YeB, yes, lady! I'm thinking it was the time Daylia died. She took a hard cold and died, Daylia did, and a good riddance she was! Many's the time I've said to her, 'Daylia, bend your ways!' But, tchk! There's ao use talking to such cattle! Tchk, lady, you can't tell 'em! She was a %ad lot!" "Yet she was a good mother," I tald. "Ay, lady, she Lad a boy, maybe f&a mind him, Daylia's boy?" "Yes, he was a beautiful youth. What became of him when she died?" "He went far away, and was Well rid of her, I'm thinking!" * "Then you never saw him after- "Ay, 'twas surely him," she breath­ ed. "But I thought him disrespectful to Daylia, and I feared that he would break her heart some day. She was so good to him." My companion glanced nervously over her shoulder, and replaced the pipe, with an assumption of bravado. "No, no, lady, she died easy, Daylia did. He was well rid of her, too. He was a fine lad, I tell you!" I arose and said that I was sorry not to learn more about Daylia. "There was trouble at the Fair that day," I added, "and I feared her son might have been in it." She was oil her feet with a spring. "Who dared tell the lady that lie? It's a lie, a black lie! The boy warn't there! You tell 'em who says It they lies, lady! Daylia's boy warn't there!"* Her voice raised, and suddenly the tent flap lifted and a young man came out He showed the remain* of 7 SSi%.Vv; and while walking the baby back an* forth, she said: "It can't do her no harm now, nor him neither. She was so fierce about being known lest the Iaw'd get him. The law don't want to be bothered with Jack Herne no more'n we do, I guess. He was around here yesterday getting all he could out of her; 'twas him made her heart get so bad. She wanted that coat for him. You see, Daylia was sort of cousin to pap, and she come and nurs­ ed us all through fever last year. Oh, she was the good sort! But a fool about that there son of hers. My man drove him off last night and told him if he ever shows his face here again we'll give him up for the robbing at Tivoli Fair that time. Did you mind that time, lady?, 'Twas the time he loosed the lions and got up a robbery, all himself. Oh, he was a whelp! And Daylia Herne, she got him away and let herself be caught vowing she'd done it, and got herself locked up for five years for it. Daylia Herne lock­ ed up five mortal years for stealing, and pap, he's known her to keep a whole camp straight in her time by being so straight herself. Why, she hated stealing like sin, and wouldn't eat stole food, Daylia wouldn't Since she come out of jail she's hid away, feared lest she'd disgrace him--Day­ lia Herne disgrace the likes of him!" Afterwards I went my way marvel­ ing over the mysteries that are held from our solving--especially the di­ vine and tragic mystery of mother­ hood. William H. Forwood Named by the President as Army's Surgeon General HER IDEA OF CHAMOIS. Servant Used Dinner Material with Which to Wash Windows. There is a prominent doctor In Germantown who is busy telling a lit­ tle joke on himself, says the Phila­ delphia Telegraph. It appears that he employed an Irish servant who had just arrived from the "ould sod." Starting out one morning, he noticed his office windows were rather dirty, and calling Bridget he instructed her to clean them before he returned. At the same time he told her that he would stop and purchase a new chamois skin and send it home, and with this she was to clean the win­ dows. After he had gone his rounds he returned to his office. Glancing at the windows he found them thickly streaked with grease. He called Bridget, and the following coloquy took place: "Bridget, didn't I tell you to clean the windows?" "Yes, sor." "And didn't I tell you to use the new chamois?" "Yes, sor." "Well, did you use it?" "Sure,. I did, sor." "Let me see the chamois," said the doctor, and Bridget promptly brought It Then for the first time he learned that his wife had left the house a half hour before he did in the morning and had sent home some tripe. The doctor declines to say what happened to the chamois skin. JOY IN EVERY CALLING. ' ' •Will the lady have her fortune told?" ward?" I persisted. 8b~ floundered alightly. "Oh, yes, lady, he come to be a f «•»* man, he did. The finest you ever aeanl And to think you mind the boy!" |t was needless to look at her to laow the intense, pent eagerness of •vary line, as she leaned forward, with a hand upon the stump and her devouring my face. "He had curly hair and beautiful L" I said. "Where's Daylia's son?" I asked sud­ denly. beauty, but his face was now sodden with drunken sleep. "Shut up,there!" he called, "tell the lady's fortune, can't you? Don't mind her, lady, she's a fool!" "Ay, I'm just a fool, don't mind me, lady! Let the gypsy tell the lady's fortune," she repeated, her gaze fol­ lowing him. "Maybe you haven't a coat now, lady? There's them that'll want coats over bad this year." "No, the coat was for Daylia's boy,** I said, as I left her. I took the road skirted by a woods, and presently there came a crackling of underbrush, the red shawl of the gypsy broke through the leaves, and she stood panting beside me. "Hold on, lady, stop a bit!" she said, with a hand on her heart. "Lady, If I tell you true where Daylia went' afore she--she died, mebby you can get me a man's coat, too. It'll be cold after awhile, and there's them that'll need it bad!" "Tell me all about Daylia Herne," I said. She lowered her voice and came nearer. '"Twas this way, lady, and you tell it straight to them as said Daylia's boy was there when the robbing was done at Tivoli. He hadn't a mortal thing to do with It, Daylia done it herself! But Daylia, she got caught and locked up for five years for it, and no more'n she ought to've got That's why she didn't come for the coat, she was locked up in jail, lady, see?" Perhaps there is a mystery in the air of autumn. At any rate I felt it I could not then aver that this woman was Daylia Herne, therefore I told her I should have a coat ready for her the next day if she would come after it. But the next day she did not ap­ pear. The yoilng woman I had seen in the camp came, however, and ask­ ed if I were the lady who had prom­ ised the old woman a coat. "Because she won't die easy till she getB it, lady," said she. I offered to accompany her bark to the camp and take the coat We has­ tened by way of the cornfield, and when*we reached the woods, an old man came out of the tent, smoking. "She's gone," he said, with a back­ ward Jerk of the thumb. The young woman took her baby from the wagon where it lay whimpering, and follow­ ed me into the tent A figure lay upon a straw pallet, under a ragged cover, and the face, now stripped of years by death's serenity, awakened my memory unmistakably. "Where is Daylia's son?" I asked, suddenly. The young woman started and stared at me. "La, lady, how'd you ever know her?" she said. I explained to her, Only Necessity the Employment of One's Natural Faculties. A liberal education often makes all the difference between the delights of Paradise and the monotony of drudg­ ery. If a liberal education did noth­ ing else but to take the drudgery out of life, by helping us to see glory In toll, and only enabled us to be artists instead of artisans--to see the uncom­ mon in the common--it would pay us handsomely to secure it There is no honest calling so humble that it may not be raised a thousand­ fold by unfolding one's natural facul­ ties. For example, how much more a machinist sees in the piece of iron or steel he works upon than does a man who knows nothing of Its chem­ istry, composition or possibilities. His educated mind sees possibilities in the molecules of the bar; he knows of their motion, while the other man sees only a dead mass which, he thinks, would not interest anyone. The for­ mer understands the laws of force, at­ traction, repulsion, adhesion, and cohesion; the properties of the mole­ cules in various metals are, to him, sources of entertainment and pleasure, while the other man understands noth­ ing of the chemical ingredients or natural philosophy of the bar, and stares at it blankly, without Interest-- Success. Economical Substitute for Ice. The evaporation of water, under far vorable conditions, produces a degree of cold sufficient to render ice unnec­ essary for drinking purposes, and this is not theory merely, but a habit of centuries, still practiced by the people of hot countries. The vessel must be of earthenware, so porous that the liquid will slowly percolate through and evaporate on the outside, and if swung by cords, in a breeze, under a porch or vine, as in Greece and Palas- tine, rapid cooling takes place, and ice becomes a needless, as it is sometimes in those countries, an impossible lux­ ury. It would indeed be a triumph of utility if philanthropy would intro­ duce the Jar and the knowledge to the poor of our cities, to whom the essen­ tially tropic summer is sometimes as great a hardship as winter. Even wealth might find in temperate cool­ ness evidence of those sudden conges­ tions incident to the immoderate use of super-refrigerated liquids. The key to the situation is the porous jar, which should not be much of a prob­ lem to some of our potteries.--Uni­ versity News. DrWrnHJomooasi William H. Forwooa, who was re­ cently nominated surgeon general of the army by President Roosevelt has been a member of the military branch since 1861, when he was appointed from civil life. At the close of the war he was in command of the White Hall General Hospital In Pennsylva­ nia, but a year later joined the regular army, and has served in almost every part of the country where the army has a post Dr. Forwood Is a native of Delaware. He retires this year, by age limit Trustees of Corcoran Gallery. The trustees of the Corcoran Gal­ lery of Art at Washington have ap­ pointed - Edmund Clarence Messer principal of the Corcoran Art school, to fill the place made vacant by the resignation of E. F. Andrews. Mr. Messer has chosen as his assistants R. N. Brooke, Miss Matilde Mueden and James Henry Moser. Mr. Messrs is one of the most Widely known and esteemed of Washington artists. He Is also a man of mature years and known to possess . Una executive ability. A Pennsylvania Statesman. George W. Guthrie, who has been nominated as running mate for ex- Gov. Pattlson In the Pennsylvania gubernatorial race, was born in Pitts­ burg fifty-four years ago, and has been a lawyer of high standing in that city since 1869. He ran for mayor in 1S96, but on the face of the returns was declared defeated. He contested, but again lost He was nominated for elector at large In 1896, but withdrew, lfr. Guthrie Is at present chairman of the democratic city committee of Pittsburg. Jessie Morrison, for the Third Time Convicted of the Murder of Mrs. Castle After being out twelve hours the Jury In the case against Jessie Morri­ son, charged with the murder of Mrs. Olln Castle, at her home, Eldorado, Kansas, in June, 1900, returned a ver­ dict of guilty of murder in the second degree. The jury reached its conclu­ sion speedily. This Is the third trial Miss Morri­ son has had, the case being twice ap­ pealed. It is believed the last verdict will be final. m Why He Didn't Gamble. The East Side "kid" is nothing If not precocious. A diminutive Italian, not yet nine years old, was a witness in an assault case tried before Deputy Police Commissioner Thurston. The boy had been clubbed "when he wasn't doln' nothin' but stand on the corner." "Were you playing craps, as the offi­ cer says?' Col. Thurston asked." "Naw." "You know how to play It?" "Sure!" "Then how did it happen that you weren't playing on this occasion?" Leaning forward eagerly and hold­ ing up his hand, school-boy fashion, the mite explained: "I didn't have no pennies that day." --New York Post Editor Who Made a Mistake. A southern Kansas editor innocent­ ly contradicted a report that a young woman In his county was about to throw up her job as school teacher in order to get married. "She is not that kind of a girl." said the editor, in­ tending to convey the idea that she would not break a contract But the girl saw it in a different light and wrote to him hotly: "I don't know," she said, "as it is any of your busi­ ness, but I slve you to understand that I am not the kind of a girl you say. I can get married if I want to." --Kansas City Journal. Fig-Coffee. For some years there has been manufactured In Austria a product called coffee of figs which is much appreciated In Germany and In Aus- tria-Hungary. Its nutritive power is considerable. It Is obtained by drying fruits--especially figs--and mixing them with coffee. It acts as a coloring agent and diminishes the excitant quality of the coffee and corrects its bitter taste. Several establishments la Algeria now manufacture fig-coffee, which Is already much used in Europe. Czar Has Faith in Ring. The czar wears a ring In which he believes is imbedded a piece of the true cross. It was originally one of the treasures of the Vatican and was presented to an ancestor of the czar. Some years ago the czar was travel­ ing from St Petersburg to Moscow. He suddenly discovered that he had forgotten the ring. The train was stopped immediately and a special messenger sent flying back on an ex­ press engine for it, nor would the czar allow the train to move until, several hours afterward, the messen­ ger returned with the ring. Case for Law Experts. The Paris courts have been asked to leclde whether a prematurely born child, who was kept alive twenty-five days In an Incubator, and then ex­ pired, could be said to have been born visible and to have had a separate ex­ istence. The courts have appointed medical experts to investigate the matter and make a report Bronson Howard Returns. Bronson Howard, the playwright, has returned from his sojourn abroad. He walks with the aid of crutches, but say? he is in good health. Jersey Mosqultos' Rivals. The New Jersey mosqultos, long the champions of the world, are begin­ ning to blush and retire to rear seats. From Marietta, Wis., a place compara­ tively unknown to fame, comes the news that the Wisconsin mosqultos have forced 100 Italians, specially Im­ ported from Chicago, to go on a strike. But it Is even betting, now that the necessity for competition is ap­ parent, that the New Jersey motqulto will go out and make a record which will cast that of the uncultured am*- teurs from Wisconsin into the deep shadows. Meat Famine In France. Beefsteaks cannot be had for lore or money just now by the 6,000 in? habitants of the town of Cluny, In Southern France. The local butchers have quarreled with the municipality and that body in revenge has shut up all the public slaughter houses. American Shoes In Canada. The sale of fine shoes ef Amerloan manufacture in Canada has trebled in five years. It is estimated tbat It will this year amount to f900 00ft, iTiah Makes Game Fight and R.eceivee Hie Lflbailjf The sloop yacht 8ibyl lay tugging at her anohor rope tn the middle si tbe Fishkill channel, in Jamaica Bay. Jane bad lain her ««wUH»r beaedtar tlon over all the land and sea. A strong breexe from tbe ocean bad klckM up a fretful sea. The spume from the little waves swept tbe deok of the Sibyl. It was a baptism by sprinkling. The angler stood in the cockpit with a ten-ounce rod In bis It was fashioned of wood from the jungles of Calcutta. That red had tered pork-rind for pickerel In the wilds of Pennsylvania. It had jerked the gymnastic blueflsh from his environment of blue water. It had throws a thin shadow over, the smiling ripples of the Neverslnk at the foot of Slide Mountain. It had conjured leaping grilse from the tide waters of tM Miramichi, and still Its spring was arrogant its fiber unimpaired. The line was of twelve-thread linen of a special weave, with a tensile strength of ten pounds to each of the 300 carefully paraflned feet The eost of the line only was sufficient to pay a month's rent in a tenement bouse. "The tide is rising, sir," said the guide. "We'll hare to reef her goln' In. Shall I take up the anchor?" "Not yet" replied the angler. "I have been out here all the afternooa and not a sign have I seen of our old friend Cynorcion regalls. I have chummed him with two quarts of shrimp, I have tempted him with yards of blood worms at 5 cents per yard, and yet he has not responded to my woo ing. I shall try one more cast and then we will "pull up the anchor and sail for home." The line ran slowly out carried by the tide. Suddenly It lifted over the intervening furrows of water. The point of the rod went up In the air. The line tightened until It sang a tune In the stiffening breeze, and little beads of water dropped from it into the bay. Cynoscion regalis had coma. The angler braced his feet, for the Sibyl was uneasy as a yearling colt The flsh had struck the book in the white-plumed apex of a wave, which the da- parting sun had dyed a vivid crimson. In the red glare he shone like re* fined gold. Urged by the resilient rod and persuasive revolutions of the sil­ ver windlass, the fish came nearer and nearer to the boat, in narrowing arcs of a circle, crossing and recrossing the radiant waterway made by the set­ ting sun; the line cutting a little jet of spray before Its tense fiber. Only once did Cynoscion reveal his silvern symmetry as he darted through one water furrow into another in the effort to rid himself of thai Inexorable line. One despairing attempt he made to rush under the boat, but the strong wrist turned him, the landing net slipped under him, and ha was laid tenderly upon the rounded, wave-swept free-board of the SibyL Running the hook of a pocket scales through the bight of the snell, the engler raised the fish. "Three pounds ten ounces," said he, "and with a belly rounded like a fifteenth century prior's." Then he lay Cynoscion regalls back upon the deck, a living jewel bathed In brine. His sides were silvery, with Irregular dark, undulating stripea. His eye looked like a spot of jet in a circle of amber. He lay perfectly still except for a faint motion of his fanlike rudder. As the light touched his armor the burnished scales took on irridescent, kaleidoscopic hues. "Do you think he is dead?" asked the angler. "No, sir; he Is only wind-blown." The angler leaned over the side of the boat and placed the flsh gently In the water. He laid upon his side, supine, inert But the waves dawdled him and the juvenescence of old ocean trickled through his crimson gill* His body began to tilt until it stood nearly on an even keeL His dorsal fin rose like a sail on the far horizon. Cynoscion regalls was alive again. One flirt of his mighty tail, one heave of his virile, flexuous body, and ha was gone, leaving the angler wet with the spray of his parting salute.-- Philadelphia Times. , Scene of Braddock's Defeat „ Memorial To Be Plac«d On Famous BattlefieM After remaining unmarked for nearly 150 years, the scene of Gen. Brad* dook's defeat is to have a monument It will be placed In Kennywood Park on a site commanding ah extensive view of the environs of the battle ground, where, on July 9, 1755, the petulent Braddock was mortally wounded and his little army almost annihilated In an ambuscade of French and Indians. It was on Tuesday night, July 8, 1765, that Gen. Edward Braddock and his expedition, comprising 1,400 men--veteran British grenadiers from the Seven Years' War and colonial rangers well versed In Indian warfare- reached the banks of the Monongahela below McKeesport, Penn. Within two days the English officer expected to receive the surrender of the French Stronghold of Fort Duquesne and reclaim for his King all the great strip of territory west of the Alleghany Mountains. Long before dawn on Wednesday the troops were on the alert, and tha rising sun on that sultry July morning looked down upon one of the most Imposing armies that ever invaded the American wilderness. Before the close of the day more than half the number had been slaughtered and scalped by the savages, and the valiant but obstinate commander had received his death wound. The river was forded near Demmer Station, and the army, as if oa dress parade, marched down the south bank of the stream. Col. Gage-- the same Gage who afterward gained fame in the Revolutionary War during the Boston campaign--led the vanguard and held the ford where Braddock Borough now stands. Before 2 o'clock all was ready for the crossing. The national bands struck up the Grenadiers' march, and with pride the com­ mander watched his array of veterans swing Into line. Everyone is familiar with the terrible slaughter that followed. It •tuals the percentage of losses at Waterloo. The number of killed In the Tanks of the British and colonists Is reported at 456, while 421 were wound­ ed. Within three hours the sad remnant of the proud army straggled baek toward Kennywood. Men who had led the furious charges of Fontenoy tea years before fled headlong when beset by the painted allies of the French. Braddock himself was a hero of Fontenoy, having served nearly fifty years In the Coldstream Guards, the elite of the English Army. He rose from the office of ensign in that famous command to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, having been conspicuous in his gallantry under the very eyes of the Duke of Cumberland. On Sunday night, July 13, Braddock died and waa buried In the roadway with scant military honor. Washington, then an aide on Braddock's staff, read the funeral service. Hvingry Trout Bite Worst Proof Offered Which Seema To Uphold thie Theory JBvery trout fisherman knows that there are days when trout will neither rise to any fly nor take any sort of bait and nine out of ten fishermen be- lieve that the reason for this is that the trout are gorged with the natural food of the waters they are In--"ain't hungry," as the homely phrase fck Here is the theory of an old angler on the subject: Of course, even during these off days of the trout, one will be caught BOW and then, but always on bait and If the angler could see the flsh whea It takes the bait he would notice that it does it in a very perfunctory man­ ner. The trout does not move out of its way in doing it, but mechanically takes the bait in much after the fashion of the sucker. Then, If the trout fisherman who makes a catch at such a time will open the trout and examine its stomach he will be surprised to find that Instead of the flsh being gorged with food, and hence Indifferent to .more, its stomach has not a trace of food in It This will be found to be the case invariably, and disposes of the belief that when trout refuse to bite It Is because they already are full of food. It would naturally be supposed that the best time to catch trout would be when their stomachs are empty; yet, paradoxical as it may seem to be, suoh Is not the case. It will be found that when trout are rising best to the fly, or are taking bait with most avidity, there is plenty of food in their stomachy frequently so much, in fact, that It would seem Impossible that any more oould be taken In. Why this should be no one can tell. It is a fact nevertheless, which any fisherman may easily verify by investigation. Anecdote of "Wild Bill" Mention of Hie Mama Cowed Crowd mi Tougha 'One of Judge Stilwell's favorite stories about Wild Bill has its scene in a Kansas town. Wild Bill loved to gamble. There was a big saloon in this place, fitted out with pool tables and tables for cards and faro. Bill lost his month's wages at faro and discovered toward the last that the dealer was oheating him. He reached over the table, knocked the dealer to the floor and, opening the drawer, counted out the amount he had lost He put that in his pocket and returned the rest to the drawer. Meanwhile the dealer had crawled out from beneath the table and gave the signal which summoned all the bad men who hung out at the saloon. They came toward Bill armed with billiard cues and revolvers. Bill backed up against the wall (ho was always afraid of being shot from behind) and drew his guns. As he wentf'for them some one in the crowd recognized him. "My God, boys, it's Wild Bill," he yelled. "There wasn't an unbroken window in that place in one minute," said Jndge Stlllwell, in telling the story. "The bad men just dived through them la their haste to get out" Stllwell saw Wild Bill assassinated and comforted Texas Jack in his last hours when he was dying of consumption. He saw the rush into Okla­ homa when tne Territory was opened by the government and has shared la many other stirring scenes of the West He Is credited with killing seven or eight men who were disagreeably eager In their search for trouble, but as a dl&tlngulshed Kentuckian, now resident in Wyoming, once said: "Stll­ well never killed a gentleman, for no gentleman could quarrel with such a big-hearted other gentleman."