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t* 1 i > "•'•*9 «T. OMOROS RATBBORHTW, §mU*r*f "IMU* Mitt Milium*," "Tfu BpitUr'* Dr. Jack'* Widow'," "Ml** Cmprie*," *ta ;.; k , H--mil 1001. i*i-i MI seiitti Kt* T«* p ̂ CBAPTCK XII.--(Continued.) ••'We must have another deal, that's ail. Perhaprf-a better and more gen­ erous lover will appear the next time --one who will appreciate little favors at their true value. You can consider yourself dismissed," with a wave of the hand that should have struck 4«mb terror into the heart of the other, but which, on the contrary, paly oxeited his secret mirth. "Thanks, but I shall take my dis­ charge only from the proper author- My, and in this cue that does not happen to be--ahem!--Capt Brand." "Very good. Remember, I am her ffcfcher, and the rightful custodian of ovr family honor. Perhaps I may re­ port to other and more drastic meas- w«» should you continue to . force your unwelcome attentions upon my daughter." **Yoji would find me ready and will- lag to give you back as good as you .•Mid. sir." - "Why, you, young scamp, I" could break every bone in your body, if I chose," almost frothing at the mouth with rage. "Better not try it, captain. In New t York state they electrocute for mur­ der, and it's a worse fate than hang­ ing, which you know has terrors enough never to be forgotten." Charlie, acting upon the spur of the moment, could not help giving him - this little thrust It was a keen one. The other's jaw dropped, his eyes Momentarily rolled in a spasm of agony, and the sweat seemed to break out upon his brow. Charlie saw and was satisfied. He had given the conscienceless ,wretch a body-blow in return for his vile threats. Capt. Brand's spasm lasted but a brief space of time, and then he re­ covered his self-possession. There was a peculiarity about the captain that seemed very marked-- when in a rage his eyes became quite bloodshot, and glowed like the orbs of a hyena upon the deserts of which he loved t,o talk. And Just now they were fiery, in­ deed. The look he gave Stuart had mur­ der in it, though Charlie showed no sign of alarm. ' Here, in this public place, the man would never dare assault him- Besides, Charlie possessed the idea that, he could hold his own at any time against the fellow. True, hef was smaller than the captain, but a life devoted - to occasional dissipation must have sapped some of the aston­ ishing powers which a generous na- tur« had originally bestowed upon the worthy man of many faces. But Capt. Brand restrained himself ,-r-reason had not quite deserted him. He smiled grimly, and there was ft World of meaning in his sardonic look. "Very good, my hearty! You have chosen to throw down the glove, and from this hour it's war to the knife between us. You may live to rue the day you made an enemy out of one who held out the olive branch. De­ pend upon it, Arllne Brand is not for you. A fond parent must guard the interests of his sweet child. Go your way, young sir; and when next me meet it will be as foes to the death. I wash my hands of you." CHAPTER XIII. The Fateful Hour. Charlie looked after the retreating figure of Capt. Brand, and was in doubt whether to take him seriously or consider his threat a huge joke. He soon resolved to dismiss from his mind Capt) Brand and all he typified, and seek repose. He gained the sanctity of his room, and, lighting the gas, sat down to have a last deliberation ere retiring. All seemed capable of running in a smooth groove, but "the best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agiey," Bobby Burns tells us. and who has not found it true in his own ex­ perience? Charlie retired. Whether he slept soundly or not concerns us little, but under the circumstances it is hardly probable that his slumber was very refreshing. There was too great a load on his mind. He felt very much as a man might who stands upon the brink of a preci­ pice, 8nc.ce.ss or failure--his whole fu- twne depended upon one little word-- was balanced in the hollow of a girl's head. Charlie's previous bitter experience had caused him to feel more or less eautiou, with a shade of distrust to­ ward the gentle sex, and against this ha had to fight. Could be have known what lay be­ fore htm, under wiiat fearful condi­ tions he was fated to win his sweet­ heart, even his bold warrior spirit might have quailed a little. It is Just as well perhaps, that these things are mercifully hidden from our view--just as well that we need only grapple with each dllficulty as it ap­ pears in view, instead of crossing before we come to them. .The day dawned. /f'MTherft was more or less of a bustle ift the air. New Yora contains more sons of •bio than probably any Irish city out- slde of Dublin. And these patriotic exiles never Mglect to fittingly celebrate 8t Pat­ rick's day, no matter what the weather may be. Charlie felt he must have something to distract his attention. Artemus was not in sight, the daily paper had leen exhausted, and as a last resort ,tos sauntered out to watch the crqwds. j Never once did he wander far/from the hotel, which fact, later On, he was inclined to believe was a/special die pensation of Providence. / f; The magnet was there that held j Ho smoked and walked, and so • ! the time dragged by until the hour of Charlie, the better to see and be out of the anticipated jam, had mounted a convenient carriage-stone standing in front of a dwelling house half a block from the hotel. Great as was the excitement around him, it seemed to be doubly intensi­ fied further along the line of march, especially in front of the hotel. He saw the procession break at this point--melt away as it were. Men ran toward the hotel in squads, waving their arms wildly. Was it an opportunity to quench the thirst that frequently burns Irish throats on this glorious holiday? Charlie knew of yore all about the battle of the Boyne, Mad how an orange flag arouses the hatred of a St. Patrick's day parader even as the red flag stirs the maddened bull to frenzy. Had some bold and incautious soul dared to ^invite immolation by thus flaunting in xUieir faces the color they despised? • He supposed this must be the case. To his surprise, however, the ex­ citement spread--the crowd pressed madly forward, mounted officers came galloping back, shouting out some­ thing that at first he could not catch. Never to his dying day would Char­ lie Stuart forget the intense anxiety of that moment when he seemed to feel as though the fate of empires was at stake--and then he heard distinctly above the roar the stentorian voice of a leathern-lunged officer: "Turn out! The avenue is impass­ able! The Windsor hotel is on fire! Turn out!" Doubtless that stentorian shout, sent a shuddering chill to many a heart when those who heard it glanc­ ed up at the massive pile and compre­ hended the hundreds of precious lives that were endangered. To none could it appeal with more irresistible force than to Charlie Stuart All his hopes and ambitions on earth were centered there--the girl he loved with heart and soul was far up in the doomed structure, perhaps asleep, under the influence of an opiate, after a wakeful night with an aching brow. At first his blood seemed congeal­ ed into ice. Then it leaped through his veins like boiling lava, fresh from the throat of Vesuvius. Charlie did not waste time -In re­ flection. Time wa6 worth more than money now, worth all the world to him. He had leaped to the pavement like a deerhound. and dashed toward the hotel in great bounds. Some men would have lost their wits, but it seemed that the greater the emergency the keener became his mind. Even as he ran and elbowed his way through the excited crowd with irresistible force, he was mapping out a plan of campaign. Really there seems no limit to the human mind--its capacity is astonish­ ing--it rises to meet the emergency regardless of what is needed. Now, even when -thus fighting his way through the crowd, Charlie saw the hopelessness of attempting to reach the main entrance on the ave­ nue, The space for half a block was densely packed with a whooping mass of humanity, partly imbued with the eager curiosity that always distin­ guishes crowds the world over, and at the same time a chivalrous desire to be of use somehow. If he desired to reach that door he must perforce walk over the heads of the packed crowd. A better plan suggested itself. He remembered a side entrance which would admit him much more easily. Now he'was at the corner. He took one look up and around. The picture was impressed upon the tablets of his memory forever. No longer were t/andkerchiefs and green ribbons /Waving from the numerous windows of the hotel--- in­ stead, panic-stricken girls threw out their arms appealingly and shrieked in terror. The wand of an evil magician had touched the scene, and transformed it in a twinkling. Smoke already oozed from several openings, proving to Charlie that his hopes of the fire being trifling were groundless. It was most serious. The holocaust of the Parisian Charite Bazar was about to be repeat­ ed in New York; and that St Pat­ rick's day would be marked as the most grewsome Gotham had ever known. Charlie now had a better chance to push ahead. Already he feared he had delayed too long. There were many people ai^ much excitement in the side street, but it was of course not to be compared with the avenue where the crowds had gathered to witness the parade. Straight \o the door Charlie dashed. A man stood there endeavoring to keep out those who had no business inside, for it is well known that dar­ ing thieves will take advantage of such occasions to ply their nefarious trade, even if they do not at times even create ^e opportunity. Ten men could not have kept our Charlie from pushing in. He shouted that he was a guest, and then rushed inside; nor did the man, after one look at his haggard face, attempt to say him nay. Charlie avoided the office, where men swarmed, and orders were shout­ ed that could never be obeyed. His business was aloft. She was there exposed to ft fright­ ful death, and he felt that he lived but to save her! 80 up he bounded, three steps at a time. One thing he must remember--the Windsor was famous as a caravan­ sary where a stranger might easily lose himself in the many' passages. To do so now would be indeed fatal to all his hopes. He found smoke everywhere, and even fancied he could hear the crack­ ling of flames, though the whole place was in such a turmoil that one could not be sure of this. He also met numerous parsons, fly­ ing tfeis way and that, maddened with fear. Sam* Hardly knew whithar they went, and appealed frantically to thie cool-headed man beseeching him, for heaven's sake, to tell them where the stairs could be found. Nor did he fail to direct them, every one, even while he pushed on to the next flight Up, up, he went, still finding smoke circling along the halls, through which women staggered, shrieking their appalling distress. It was a terrifying picture. There were comical elements In­ jected into it, of course, but no one had the heart to laugh. Charlie knew in his heart ft dread' ful calamity was impending--nothing short of a miracle could save the great structure now, and the days of miracles appear to be past. Perhaps scores of human lives would be sacrificed to the demon of fire--mostly helpless women, em­ ployes or guests, who had been view­ ing the parade from the upper win­ dows. The mere fact that such a draught passed through the halls from these open windows would hasten the total demolition of the whole structure and make it more certain. Had Charlie no sacred duty of his own to perform, he would have gladly devoted all of his time toward effect­ ing the rescue of these terrified girls. As it was, he could only think of Arline. Her lovely face was before his eyes and seemed to plead with him to make haste. The smoke was growing even more dense, and he had to push cldse to the doors to distinguish the numbers, in order to make sure that he was on the'right floor. At last this knowledge came to him. The opportunity was in his grasp. Here the same conditions seemed to abound--there was smoke in plenty, frenzied maids and flying figures darting through it all like spectres. Charlie was somewhat out of breath as a result of his steady climb, but otherwise in good physical condition. He had the number of Arline's rooms well in his mind--the house had been crowded, and these were the best at her service, though the clerk had promised her a suite near the Mc-Kinleys after that day. What if he could have made a mis­ take in any way? The wretched con­ sequences almost paralyzed him to even think of it. Eagerly he had scanned each flying or crouching female figure he met, in the hope that he might thus discover tlie one he sought. But as yet he had not found her. Even in that smoke-laden atmos­ phere he knew he could not mistake her figure, while one note from her voice must have thrilled him through and through. (To be continued.) The Talk of Children. It has been said that children speak the best English in the world in that their idea is expressed in the fewest words and to the point. Mr. Andrew Simonds, of Charleston, is convinced that their powers of vernacular are superior to his talent for intelligible description. He was one day trying to interest his little girl, nearly 3 years old, by telling her stories of the circus. She loved horses and was particularly impressed by the feats of the bare­ back riders. "Now," he said, taking a chair by way of illustration, "this is a horse. A man comes in on him and rides him all round the ring standing up with­ out any saddle or bridle Then di­ rectly another horse comes in bare­ back (putting another chair by the first), and the man rides him. too. just in the same way, until at last there are four horses, and he rides them all round the ring at the same time. And a row of four chairs rep­ resent the four horses. Now, wasn't that ftyie?" The little one looked up, very grave, her eyes full of the doubt and credulity that so often puzzle us-- "Yes--he had many legs--that man." "And 1 had to go all over that story again, said Mr. Simonds. Human Pack Horses in Mexico. A striking feature of these roads is the number of human "beasts of bur­ den" you meet. The roads are so bad that there is very considerable risk in conveying goods of any kind--risk both to the goods and the pack mule that carries them; consequently large numbers oi Indians make a living by carrying. The Mexican Indian carries his load on his back, slung by a broad leather belt across the forehead. Thus all his limbs are perfectly free, and he carries a long, light stick, like an al­ penstock. to steady himself in going down steep places or in crossing streams. These men will, in good weather, carry a load from 100 to 15p pounds over the worst of roads, for a distance of twenty to twenty-five miles a day. They wear no clothing except a pair of cotton breeches rolled half way up the thighs, and a pair of leather sandals on the feet; and each man carries a blanket to roll himself up in at night. They eat no meat, their only food being posol (boiled maize ground and mixed with sugar, then rolled into a ball and carried moist). This they break into a bowl of water, mix up well to the consist­ ency of thin gruel, and drink, and their only food consists of this posol and tortillas. The power of endurance displayed by these carriers is wonder­ ful. * PHILOSOPHICAL OBSERVATIONS ^ By BYRON WILLIAMS. UUUUilUUUlkUUUUUAttAlkitmiU • • • • • • • • • Ancient Iberian Temple. Dr. Sieglin, professor of ancient history at the University of Berlin, has discovered during his recent tour in southern Spain what is probably the oldest temple of the ancient Iberi­ ans, at the confluence of the riVbrs Odial and Rio Tinto, near Huelva. The temple was dedicated to the God­ dess of the Lower World, and is con­ nected with two caves, which are filled with debris. True Greatness. True greatness, first of all, la ft thing of the heart. It is all alive with robust and generous sympathies. It is neither behind its age nor too far be­ fore it. It is up with its age, and ahead of it only just so fat* as to be able to lead its march. It cannot slumber, for activity is a necessity of its existence. It is no reservoir, but a fountain.--Rofwall D. Hitefeoock. "To loosen the chain of everyday existence, to leave the beaten path of strenuosity, to stray for a time among the wild flowers, Is tonic to every man- soul and body!" droned Whitcomb, stretched full length upon the shore. "And the Ideal vacation Is right here at Welchselbaum's," broke in Spriggs, his feet In a hammock and his body recumbent on the sod. "The man who spends his vacation 'seeing things' has not rested. There is nothing to see here, only the lake, the cottages, the lazy inhabitants and Welchselbaum, who is always sleepy. They do say Welchselbaum lie# comatose all winter that he may remain awake in summer to call early fishermen!1* •When I return to Chicago," Interrupted Wilkinson, "I am afraid I will not wake up! In my mind'a dreaming I will be out on the lake while the waves 'swish, swish,' against the boat prow, lapping in remonstrating voice against an intrusion on their morning antics. While the fog dwells above the lake I toss my first frog into the water! The sun is sl^y peeping over the horizon. The dew is wet upon the verdured shore. Along the weeds I cast and reel. 'B-r-r-r!' out goes the reel! 'Click-click-click!' back it somes. There is the quick jerk, the pulsation in the water, the xnomeat A^waiting when the line is running free. And then the climax!f "Hear! Hear!" from Whitcomb. ! "How much does he weigh?" queried Spriggs. The others grinned and the bittern screamed afresh. "But that is not all," continued Wilkinson; ignoring4&0. sallies; sun comes up apace, painting rainbows on the glinting waters, the eresta in red and gold and auriole, the troughs in shades of blue. From the farm* homes about the lake pastoral grunts and cock-a-doodle-dos are emanating. Away in the distance an early whistle blows, calling the brawn of the country­ side to the threshing bee. The boarders are stirring for a fish breakfast. Frcgn the dock comes the shrill cry: '; 1' ** 'Where do you hook frogs, pa?* and then a woman's Voice: " 'How do I know, Reginald, when I have a bite? Oh! oh! y:"f<HN now! Oh, dear, no; it's only a weed!"' "Did you hear how Dr. Hewett caught a whale yesterday?" queried Spriggs. "Well, you know when Nature fashioned dog she added a caudal appendage, intending the canine should wag the tall rather th«.n the tall the dog! Well, with mudturtles !t is different! "You see, in this Instance the mudturtle wagged.the doctor. It was 4 o'clock yesterday morning. The moisture was laden with wetness and the doctor was anchored where the 'big fish grow.' While the killdees piped their shrill refrain and the sun and sky were blending a panorama of beauty, Dr. Hewett hooked a turtle. As the steel pole bent downward into the lake the medicine man cried: "'Stop the boat! I've hooked a whale!' "It was a royal battle, which was scarce begun when the vieious snapper was dragged alongside. The doctor was then in the same predicament as the man who had hold of the gentleman bovine's ropy tail. He couldnt let go, and the turtle wouldn't! After an hour's work Hewett staked out his game--and the second chapter opens at 10 this morning!" "I note some new rules have gone Into force," crooned Appleby from a bunch of red clover blossoms. '"Children must not speak out loud during the day; those who eat three meals per diem must go easy; no one Is allowed to swim in the lake for fear of poisoning the fishes; keep off the railroad track while the cars are passing, and children must not hug the little pigs because it spoils their dispositions!" "Wilson is in disgrace with the ladies," emanated from the tall clover. 'He was rowing MISB Bings and Miss Bangs about the lake yesterday. Miss Bings said: " 'Isn't it strange there are no lilies in the lake?' "'Well, I like that,' interjected Miss Bangs, 'with two in the boat!* "'Tiger lilies at that,' growled Wilson--and the end is not yet!" "Wags tried to break t>*; fish record Sunday," added Appleby, smoking vigorously. "He caught (puff, puff) an Oswego bass (puff) of great promise and declared (puff, puff) the flsh wcjld beat the six pound four-ounce denizen of the lake caught by Johnstone of Walkerside a fortnight ago. To make re (puff) he filled the fin's gullet full of sinkers. If he hadn't run out of inkers (puff, puff, puff) he would have won at the scales. As it was, the sinkers were short by two ounces! Wasn't (puff) that (puff, puffy exasperat­ ing! (PUFF!)" "I got up early yesterday morning," offered Wilkinson, "and this Is what I saw: "I saw the morning with its purple brow stand tiptoe on the horizon and shoot sunbeams at the departing night, and then reach up and gather the stars and hide them in her bosom, and bend down and tickle the slum­ bering world with straws of light until it awoke with laughter and song. A thousand bugles called from the rosy fire of the east heralded her coming; a thousand smiling meadows kissed her garments as she passed and ten thousand laughing gardens unfurled their flowery flags at her. The heart of the deep forest throbbed a tribute of bird song, and the bright water rip­ pled a melody of welcome. Youth and love radiant with Joy came hand in hand, tripping and dancing In her shining train, and I wished that the heaven of morning might last forever." 'That isn't the experience Spriggs had the second evening after his an rival!" hinted Whitcomb, laughing. (Groans from Spriggs.) "He was about eaten up by flies in his room the first night and rode four miles on the rail­ road bicycle to get two sheets of fly paper. These he placed upon the two chairs in his room. Retiring late, he forgot about the tanglefoot and sat down in one of the chairs! He got up rather suddenly and proceeded to pull himself loose. As the paper had adhered at an untoward portion of his body, ht took off his trousers to facilitate matters. While cleaning them he thought­ lessly sat down on the other chair and " Just then the breakfast bell relieved Spriggs--and the spinning ceased. The man who tempts fate will sooner or later feel her javelin. There was Achilles, for instance. Every schoolboy remembers reading how Achilles' mother, holding him by the heel, dipped him into the River Styx to make him invulnerable to wounds. At the siege of Troy Achilles, not content with victory and the dragging of Hector thrice around the walls, successfully fought the amazon Penthesilea and Memnon. "Rubbing It in," as it were, he drove back the Trojans and while tempting fate about the Scaean gate, was stricken with an arrow in the vulnerable heel by which his mother held him when vulcanizing him in the Styx. Of course, he died. Not knowing when he had enough, fate reprimanded him with death! Csesar tempted fate until he grew weary waiting for the death he knew must come unnaturally. "Better," he said, "to die at once than live in per­ petual dread of treason!" Anthony tempted fate and killed himself! William the Conqueror tempted fate and on his death bed wept because he had spilled rivers of blood. History teems with stories of men who, unsatisfied with adequate glories, are responsible for their untimely ends. The reason so many of us are compelled to make ourselves ridiculous at a French restaurant is because away back (but don't sit down--and pardon the grammatical license) some fate tempters decided to build a heaven-reach­ ing structure now known as the Tower of Babel! Because of the linguistic arrangement sent upon the builders as punishment, we get a finger-bowl now when we want a steak and pate de foie gras when our pocketbook orders a toothpick. Because Eve tempted fate we have divorce courts and a good old jolly in place of the Garden of Eden and a fountain of perpetual contentment. Any man who tempts fate Is a lobster. Some men never see a snake but they want to step on its tail. When you meet fate coming up the road don't expect her to have a smallpox sign for a headlight, but make a wide and devious detour like a messenger boy in a hurry. No doubt Achilles and Csesar and William and Eve and the rest thought they could throw the harpoon into fate in an embrogllo, but history records nothing of this sort , Don't try to take fate by the nape of the neck as .you would a crab, for, like the crustacean, fate has a way of crawfishing that often results in a pair of sprung pinchers and much woe! Be kind to fate. Treat her not unlike the world. You know what Lytton says about abralding the mundane sphere. Butt it and you get ft headache. "But 'twill rawn at your feet If you throw it a bone!" Therefore, be good to fate. Don't tempt her. Let good enough alone Yon aren't the whole soap works, anyhow! The average American may accept the pried mark on meat with philosophi­ cal quietude. He may see his Panama hat blow into the lake wfth gentle­ manly misgivings. He may even pay a bill twice because he has lost a receipt, but, by the eternal aurora borealis, he never, no never, will allow the railroads to curtail his kissing at the station when he wants to "buss"! Not If he has to fight for his osculatory sweetness! "You may lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink," and those are his sentiments, too. And who can blame him? How many of you bald-headed members of the town strategy board can look back to the amorous past without recalling some mighty ticklish times huggin* your own about the village station as she a*»nnged to set forth, with numerous packages, for somewhere beyond the reach of your lithe young arms? Eh? Makes you forget your rheumatism, doesn't it? And would you, in those good old dayB, have allowed some bloated monopoly to step in between you and yours and snatch from your lips the honey-dew of honest love? Not much, you wouldn't! No more would I. What we need In this world is not to open the mints to the free coinage of millionaires, nor to debate upon that question of how to be happy though married--what we need is to keep the hearts quick and the kisses reverber­ ating along the depot preserves. What if the train is late? Love and hu­ manity are greater than gold! Who cares if the stockholders do lose a few dollars while we are sucking the honey from the honey-suckle? Who cares, we say? As for us, we had rather snatch that last lingering, throbbing, heart- to-heart kiss than get to Podunkville according to the time card! At the worst, it can mean but a cold supper. What is a cold supper compared to a palpitating heart! We had gather know where Mirandy's affection lies than have the best supper in Welchselbaum, Minnesota! The railroads may make «• hustle tor passes, tpfc they eaa't keep a good man Imp "bussing" his owai . Of PUBLIC INTEREST nmmnwHrmtHHTmmfmmHmnnTm PASTEUR'S WORK FOR HUMANITY Famous French Physician Well Named "Benefactor of Mankind." Suffering humanity, owes to no one a greater debt than to Louis Pasteur, the "benefactor fo mankind." His researches into the mysteries of sci­ ence, as the whole world knows, brought about results which enable the physicians of to-day to successful­ ly cope with maladies which once baffled the medical practitioner and '•-'tUfik;* Louts Pasteur# which prevent scourges that before his discoveries yearly claimed thou­ sands of victims. As a tribute to his ntemory, a statue was unveiled re- fcently at his birthplace--Dole, Jura, France--and impressive exercises marked the event Pasteur's death occurred in 1895. Pasteur was the first to definitely establish the presence and role In the human body of the micro-organisims concerning whose existence savantjj had disputed for centuries. By cul­ tivating germs, studying their devel­ opment and following out their mode of life; Pasteur created, in all its main outlines, a nevf scientific, bacteriol­ ogy--a science which has since, in his hand, yielded the richest results. SORROW IN YOUNG GIRL'S LIFE r/t Elizabeth Crocker, Married at Travels Thorny Pathway* Elopement--quarrel--criminal fto> tlon for nonsupport of the wife--tears and reconciliation. This is the story of Harleigh Holmes and Elizabeth Crocker of Denver. The whole little drama has been enacted since Febru­ ary. Tjhe nonsupport case came one day an& the next the wife, with misty eyes, on the arm of her husband, was seeking the dismissal of the ease. Tho story began at Loretto convent in Den­ ver in February, when the 17-year-old gfrl eloped with her 21-yearold hus­ band. They then went to live on Curtis street, Denver, where her guar­ dian, summoned hastily from Chicago by the news of the secret marriage, found them. They left for the south and lived in Albuquerque, N. M., for Elizabeth Holmes. a time. Their return to Denver and quarrel were recent. In reply to his wife's charge of nonsupport, Holmes averred that she was so Indolent that sl^e did not take care of the house­ hold as she should. He charged that her inattention to household duties made it Impossible to live with her. Powerful Light for London Street. A portable street light of great Il­ luminating power is the device of the Westminster County Council for les­ sening accidents from London fogs. A cylindrical tank eighteen inches in di­ ameter and two feet high is charged with twenty-five gallons of petroleum, and compressed air forces vapor from the oil into a standpipe provided with a burner. On igniting the torch flares up eighteen inches to two feet, with a power of 1,000 candles.' |: Praises Life of J. W. Mackay. P. H. Lannon, of Salt Lake City, sftys J. W. Mackay, whose friend he waB for nearly a lifetime, had uu trait that did not go to make the perfect man. His charities, always modestly given, amounted to more than $225,- 000 a year. Have Unique Honeymoon. Mr. and Mrs. Bradley have complet­ ed successfully their unusual honey­ moon trip across the ocean In a six­ teen-foot sailing craft. They sailed from Nova Scotia. They are now at Dover, England, and will sail on to Antwerp. Chimney Stack of Wood. A wooden chimney stack 160 feet high Is in operation at Maplmi, in the province of Durango, Mexico. The Interior Is lined with corrugated iron, and there are platforms at intervals to throw water on the wood IX it catches fire. Resents Methods of Methodism. The Pope has a grievance against tl)ip Methodists in Rome. He thinks they have no business there and that they are entirely too aggressive in their religious and educational worl^ Fishermen Catch Big Sturgeon. By literally chasing It on to a sand* bank, some Dee fishermen recently captured a royal sturgeon weighing over 200 pounds and measuring 8 feet S laches in length and 4 feet In girth. THE PROOF OF THE POHT. / Evidence Presented Was 8ufll»lesK Carry Conviction. The young men who we?e campings In the cabin on the shore of the lakft^Sy were moved, in their youthful good"'^ humor and*folly, to give a breaMastp, . to some of their friends from th*F'. neighboring cottages and the hoteL " The meal was an al fresco one, but, < the cabin was turned over to the V'1: feminine guests for the purposes ofV^ investigation. The Ingenue explored||^ with characteristic thoroughness fore breakfast was served, and in thsi&l ' middle of that meal she fixed one her hosts with her soulful gaze and;-':""' said: ',;rtv "It's all too lovely for anything-- the lake and the hill and the flshlffi"'V To think that you caught It yourself 1 ̂ ̂ But the loveliest thing of all is what-^| I've found out about you, sir," and^l she nodded at him with an air of great„.-" ^ wisdom. H#blushed and sputtered as>'l/^ though he were choking on one of his'li: own fish bones and murmured: "Hope it was nothin' dreadful, ra-yfvi sure! You know, we're all juot batch-\*\ V Ing It down here, and our honsekeep-ej J ing--our housekeeping--" 15^ "Oh, It had nothing to do with^Ti] housekeeping," declared the ingenue,; - ^ with pretty disdain. Every one was|"|^ listening, so she addressed them alL^f$|K "What do you think?" she said, "rve.v'4 found out that he's a poet--a poet*j^ mind you!" fflf The unfortunate seemed threatened |-k with Immediate destruction by suffo--^ cation, but his guests were all absorb-'-;^ ed attention. So were his fellow hosts.;;; v "Why, how did you find him out?" queried the crowd. "Scraps of verse? Or a poem in a magazine and we, did not see It? Or what?" "Oh, she's Just chaffing you," gasp­ ed the miserable wretch. "Chaffing, Indeed!" said the fn> genue. Not at all. No, I didn't find anything like that, but I found a rhym­ ing dictionary with his name in it!" -r-Hew York Press. FOOLED BY CABBY'8 DEVICE. How the Wily Driver of a New York Hansom Stimulated Trade. The young man walked by the han­ som drawn up in front of an up-town hotel, took a quick look at the Interior > of the vehicle, hesitated for a moment, and walked on a few paces. He halt­ ed on the edge of the curb and seem­ ed to be considering some deep prob­ lem. The driver perched on the back of the modern chariot was scanning the horizon in search of a prospective fare. The young man gulped down ft swelling in his throat and approached the hansom from the rear. He took another glance at the interior of the vehicle and asked nervously: "How much to--er--the Grand Cen­ tra] depot?" "Dollar and a half," said Cabby, with due disregard to legal rates. "All right Go ahead, quick," said the young man, clambering Into the hansom. Arriving at the depot the young man nervously thrust the fare into Cabby's hand and disappeared in the big waiting room. And Cabby surveyed the interior of the hansom and femiled. From one of the capacious pockets of his coat he produced a cheap wallet stuffed with, paper and bound by a stout elastic. This he deposited carefully upon the seat In plain view of passers-by. "That's the fourth sucker to-day," he soliloquized, as he clambered to his perch. "Them pocketbooks cost me a nickel apiece, an' it's consider­ able trouble to stuff 'em and make 'em and make 'em look natural--but they do bring trade. Geddap!"--New York Mail and Express. Roses in Cold Storage. '"The demand .for roses is so great this summer," says a New York flor­ ist, "that to keep a fresh supply these wilting days taxes our ingenuity. It is a curious anomaly that the flower which unfolds its petals to the warmth of the sun is best preserved in an icy atmosphere. Where we keep our flowers onq may pass from the burning heat of the street and experience the chill of winter amid the perfume of roses. We have a regu­ lar cold storage, huge blocks of ice on one side, and the walls lined with mirrors." At one place, where roses abound in unfaded loveliness, their freshness is retained by keeping the stems in water. When the sediment collects upon the ends they are clipped and placed in fresh water. A pretty young woman who superintends the cut blossoms at a fashionable florist's, said: "We keep our roses by gather­ ing them fresh from the plants. This is done twice a day, in the early morning, before the sun gets warm, and in the cool of the evening. We ship a great many roses, mostly to the south and west There are now few orders from the north, for the roses there are fine in summer." The American Beauty does not thrive so well in summer as In win­ ter. The sun fades it Into pink. But to those who love a red rose the Lib­ erty is the rose of the season, its col­ oring being exceedingly rich, bril­ liant and permanent Inducement for Conversion. In Fiji the whole people of Cikohta* and about half of the large town of Mua Leva, have gone over from Wee- leyanlsm to the Seventh Day Adven- tlsts who have started a mission in Fiji. The inducement for this con­ version en masse was to get two days, of rest in the week. WINNER OF TWO BLUE RIBBONS In the Chictf* Xadurmnc* Contest * U N N ! N Q _ J . O O . p t L K i W I T H O U T A m i N G L * M T O t Olds-- Mobile $650^ F. O. B. Faetosy So Molmq Jfo OM With four gallons of gasoUn* «V7y .»• r-r, I5O MILES * As»*ta «ut«d m MMcnqltt lwrtni| Ralph Temple Sir Jiustrlan Co. CWICAO# i M ' y1 tt . •