By SBWARD W. HOPKINS, 'Jack Robbins of America." "la th« IN," "TWO Owtlmia «L lawall," ' Oa a Pals* Chart*," Etc. OmillH,«l,»rlte»ntBomrtlon. CHAPTER I. "Hello, Dick, old Gloomy-face! I'll bet a cigarette you haven't laughed titcce breakfast" "What breakfast? I haven't seen a •mile on his face In a week. The scene was the Lotus club, New York city, and I, Richard Wllbertson, Just entering, was the old Gloomy-face alluded to. The facetious person who so alluded to my Impassive face was Dilkins, the dude, and youthful mem ber of our coterie. The second speak er was Major Simmons, who, besides being a first-rate companion, a man of middle age or more, was Park Com missioner of New ,York. There was, unknbwn to the major and Dilkins, a good reason for the ab sence of smiles. I was desperately in love with Edith Broughton, and Edith was in love with me. So far so good. But in an evil hour a rival came upon the scene, and though he did not suc ceed in winning Edith's heart, he did succeed In so far winning the father and the mother of Edith as to prevail upon them to espouse his cause; and In the effort to compel Edith to ac cept him, they had absolutely forbid den me the entrance to their hous<\ and had so restricted all the move ments of Edith that all intercourse be tween us was impossible. The cause of this was plain enough. While I hau a comfortable income, my rival, Ralph Graviscourt was a millionaire, lived In magnificent style, drove splendid horses, spent money lavishly, and notwithstanding, his forty odd years, was the greatest catch of the season in New York. The conversation turned on Gravis court, and the major became reminis cent "He was called the lucky uncle,'" said the major, whose years gave him a deep knowledge of the past "He had an elder brother, Charles Gravis court, who was a successful stock- operator, and who amassed a fortune of over a million dollars. Charles had a wife and one child. His wife died when the child was only six months old. One year afterward Charles died, leaving the child, a girl, sole heiress of his fortune, and Ralph Graviscourt, next of kin, his executor and guardian of the child. Six months after Charles died, his daughter died, and Graviscourt Inherited the fortune. That is why he was called the lucky uncle." When the major had finished, I sat moodily engaged with my thoughts, which were unpleasant enough. "Pshaw!" said he. "Don't get blue. Let's go to the circus to-night What do you say?" After a little chaff about the pro gram, we both accepted the major'9 Invitation, and a few hours later we found ourselves at Madison Square Garden, elbowing our way with the rest of the tn/ong in through the en trance and lnt^ comfortable seats pro vided by the ma.'or. As one circus is like another, so the gaudily uniformed band was like every other circUi band, an'! Marod out cir cus music until throng was seated. Then came the oown, and after him a herd of trained elephants. We watched them attentively, and were rather sorry when the great, clumsy, sagacious brutes moved out of the ring. " 'St! Here's a sight!" said Dilkins, digging me in the ribs. It was a sight, indeed! The next occupant of the ring was Maubikeck, the Lion-Tamer! He was not particularly tall--not more so than myself, but of such mas sive muscularity that I gazed at, him with undisguised admiration. I had. ID my college days, been something of an athlete myself, and 1 had an honest admiration for the strength and iron-like limbs of the man before us He was clad only in tights, and through them the swelling muscles of his thighs seemed about to burst About his waist he wore a bejeweled girdle, the bangles of whicn seemed to be gold and silver coin. From his waist up he wore nothing His skin was white and thro,ugh it Ms iron muscles rolled and swelled like those of some giant of the past, whose deeds, as written, now seem soundless legends, in which there oan be no probability 01 truth. Upon a neck of massivj beauty was palsed a head over which a sculptor might rave. It was like the head of a Greek god, so perfect was it in It3 outlines, its matchless poise, its per fect skin and its wealth of glossy black hair. The lions were not the full-maned. majestic African kings we see in menageries and In illustrations. They were a smaller variety, with a mottled brown coat, but with legs and neck that bespoke tremendous power, and H"- eyes that flashed ominously and voices Mil ..that were from time to time lifted in angry growls. J When the keepers had freed the 1 lions from their chains, an act that " seemed to fill the audience with fear, Maubikeck stepped from his chariot | and went among them. They crouched as he approached, and cringed at hU pj? touch, it seemed to me as if they j&; Jfecognlzed and acknowledged the ^ power of the man over them. uL 1 Following Maubikeck came some acrobats and dancers, ari while they "'i; * eased us, they failed to charm or to - win from the audience the tremendous p: applause that had rewarded Maubi- 11*'.', keck. HpY j * - During the time they were out, some [jl- ' ; i fljf the employes of the circus began ffsp • working on a trapeze that hung high fe HP above our heads. Ropes were |> .pulled, bars were raised in position, ' and when the sustaining and guy i|,V ropes were made fast, there were two • ' I*®* horizontal bars, with a flying fc* "1„ •/ trapeze between them. . Suddenly a hush came over the ^ gndlence as a girl uppeared and walked to a spot diixstly under the t r trapeze . ?-f ": tylta Barlottl was, without doubt, moat beautiful girl who had ever t-i ' ft? •w$ Mjtr. ' . . . appeared before a New York public. Her features were matchless. She had a wealth of dark-brotfn hair, which was tightly drawn into a knot so that it would not interfere with her in her performances on the bar. Her face was perfect in its contour, and every feature was a poem. And yet It seemed to me that she looked sad --woefully sad--not like one who en joyed the triumph of a successful ap pearance, but like one who was ashamed, or who loathed the part she played, or to whom some great sor row or bitterness had come that had driven all the brightness from her life. The trapeze queen drew herself onto one of the bars and bung lightly in mid-air, head downwards, with no sup port bu>. her toes. Then she swung to and fro, and letting go from the bar, she seemed to soar through the air and clung to the flying or swinging trapeze. On this she gave a marvel ous exhibition of her fearlessness and wondferful skill, in all of which her writhing white muscles shone and every beauty of her form seemed to display to advantage. The audience watched her in breath less silence, and when at last she had finished, there arose an uproar the like of which was never heard before in Madison Square Garden. There were two men in that audience who were evidently much In terested in the queen of the flying trapeze. I had seen Maubikeck, the Lion Tamer,- clad in ordinary evening dress, looking like a handsome pow erful man of the world, standing near the ropes, watching the beautiful acro bat narrowly. There was a smilo of encouragement on his face, and he was amonc the first in the applause. Then, as Nita reached the ground, a tall, black-beardc 3, mean-looking Ital ian forced himself through the group of attendants, and taking the girl s hand in his, led her away from our sight And I noticed that although her countenance was dead to us--dead to the tremendous applause and greeting she had won from the people--when she passed Maubikeck it was to him that her beautiful head was bowed, and one bright, fleeting smile showed itself on her lips when her eyes looked into his. The next act fell flat and as neither Maubikeck nor Barlottl was billed to appear a second time, we soon lost interest, and before the crowd began to get restless, we left the Garden and went home. "Don't forget Graviscourt's stag to morrow evening," said the major, as 1 was leaving him. "You will be there, I suppose." "Hang Graviscourt!" I replied. "Yes, I will be there. If for no other reason than to show the fellow 1 am still alive and in the arena." "Good!" said the major. "And good night" "Graviscourt's genius for entertain ing is indisputable," said the major, on the following evening, as he, Dil kins and I sat together, among a score of more kindred spirits, all forming an appreciative audience at Graviscourt's "stag" entertainment "True," I replied, with a tinge of malice. "One almost forgets who his host is, with so much to amuse." The program was a sort of vaude ville. There were songs, skirt dances, •comic sketches by more or less fa mous artists In their line, and the time was so well filled and passed so pleas antly that the hours glided by almost imperceptibly. Dilkins, with his usual curiosity and -push, was rummaging around in some cabinets he had succeeded in opening, and he suddenly electrified us all by exclaiming: "By Jove! Dick! Major! Look ai this!" The major, Graviscourt and 1 reached him at the same moment "By Heaven! That face!" he cried, thrusting a photograph into the ma jor's hand. "That is a likeness of Alice Gravis court, my brother's wife, taken some four years before she died," said our host, calmly. "Is it?" almost shouted Dilkins. "If it Isn't the Queen of the Flying Trap eze, I'm a Dutchman!" "What do you meant" asked Gravis court. And the major told bim about Nita and Maligni's circus. "Probably more a fancied re semblance than a true one," he said c almly, as he took the photograph and replaced it in the cabinet from which Dilkins had removed it. Nothing more was said that night about the occurrence, but it had pro duced in my mind an impression that could not be shaken ofT., On the following day, when I awoke, the first thoughts that came to me were of Graviscourt's picture of the dead woman. With some wild fancy that I was furtherirg my own affairs and helping myself by seeking to over throw Graviscourt, 1 was led by the extravagant phantom of my brain to Trinity cemetery. * Having arrived there, 1 sought and found the family plot of the Graviscourts, in which a marble monument reared its head over three graves. Three sides of the monument were carved. On one I read: Sacred to the Memory of CHARLES GRAVISCOURT. Born, Feb. 18, 18--. Died, June 10, 18--. On another I read: ALICE. Beloved Wife of Charles Graviscourt Born, April 6, 18--. Died, July 21, 18--. * "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." She has joined her Savior, bn the third: ALICE, Infant Daughter of Charles and Alice Graviscourt Died, Oct. 4th, 18--. Aged 2 years. "What a fool I am!" I muttered as I turned away. The air seemed to have grown chilly since I had come there, and I drow my coat close around me and returned to my car riage. Like all meddlers, having been dis appointed, I was determined to try again, and my next visit was to the Bureau of Vital Statistics, at 301 Mott Street Upon making my errand known, some little wonder was apparent among the clerks, but I was readily accomodated, and was soon looking over the death records of sixteen years before, the year in which oc curred, according to the marble shaft In Trinity, the ceath of Alice, daugh ter of Charles and Alice Graviscourt At last I found what I was looking for. I held in my hand the certificate of death of the child whose untimely removal had maae Ralph Graviscourt a millionaire. Nothing was wrong about the cer tificate. Every form of law had been complied with. The cause of death was small pox. The signature of the physician attached waa "C. Sigmotta, M. D." Doctor Dinsmore, the Secretary of the New York Medical Society, was a friend of long standing. I felt I could rely upon him, and was soon at his door. He greeted me cordially, and I had no ifflculty in telling him what I wanted to know. He smijed, and pro ceeded to look over some old folios he had taken from a recess in his book case. After a tew minutes spent thus, he said: "I find here the name of Charles Sigmotta as a member of our society fourteen--fifteen--even twenty years ago. He does not seem to have oeen prominent, but little mention being made of hhst, except the fact that he attended meetings. I barely recall the came, and do not racollect the man. Eut there is no doubt he was a physician in good standing. He is not a member now. Wait. Ah, here it is! He resigned thirteen ; :ars ago. Where he is now, I do not knew." "It is not important," 1 said. "What I want to know is this: Sixteen years ago documents--say death certificates --signed by him wouid oe above sus picion, would they not .'" "To the best of my knowledge and belief, they would," replied .Doctor uinsmore. "I know of nothing that indicates to the contrary." Having once moro had my suspic ions laid to the ground, I thanked the doctor and hurried home. ' (To be continued.) PHILOSOPHICAL OBSERVATIONS By BYRON WILLIAMS. * BRIGANDS QUEER IN GREECE. Treat Prisoner Well, But Insist on Ranson Money M. Stravalopoulos, a young man, who was captured recently by brig ands, has returned to Athens. He states that as he was about to go on board his yacht at Eghion he was ac costed by a fashionably dressed young man, who kept him in conver sation while four other men crept up behind him and seized and gagged him. They then carried him off to the mountains to which they were accompanied by the fashionable young man, who turned out to be a notorious brigand chief named Pano- poulos. M. Stravalopoulos was'taken to a large cavern or grotto, very com fortably furnished, where the brigands compelled him to write to his father, a rich banker, for a ran son of £4,000 in gold. His captors gave him plenty of food and wines, and even Insisted on his saying his prayers twice a day. They also made him read various improving books, of which there was a large supply in the grotto. On. the arrival of the money it was conveyed to a monastery in the mountains, where one of the monks counted it and handed it over to the robbers. A great feast was held the same evening in the grotto, and the brigands becoming intoxi cated, the prisoner made his escape and reached the railway after a jour ney of five hours on foot. He re turned to the grotto as soon as a force of police could be got together, but the brigands had all decamped.-- London Globe. She Remembers Elia. Probably Mrs. Coe of London Is the only person living in England who has personal recollections of Charles Lamb, says the New York Mail and Express. More than seventy years ago she was a little girl living at the Widford water mill, and because of her quickness in catching a mis chievous idea she was a great favor ite with the genial essayist Some of ner recollections E. V. Lucas, the well-known Lamb scholar, has trans- scribed as the result of recent con versations with her. She remembers Lamb's affected conviction that her hair curled only by artificial means, and his repeated warnings at bed time that she must not forget to put it In papers. To beggars, she says, he always gave just what his hand happened to draw from his pocket He was fond of treating the village children to candy, his favorite con fection being "Gibraltar rock." Here is a pen picture of him as he appeared to the child: His clothes were rusty and shabby, like a poor dissenting minister's. He was very thin and looked half- star vod, partly the effect of high cheekbones. He wore knee breeches and gaiters and a high stock. Ha carried a walking stick, with which he used, to strike at pebbles. He smoked a black clay pipe. No one would have taken him for^ what he was, but he was clearly a man apart He took pleasure in looking eccen tric. Why Russeil Sage Works. Although Russell Sage, the famous financier, will be 8G ye^rs of age on August 4 next and has recently had a severe turn of illness, he has ex- pressed his determination to continue at his business the same as before. It was some five years ago that Mr. Sage was asked why he did not re tire and take a rest and enjoy what he had made. His reply then was doubtless what it would be now if he were asked the same question: "I don't know that 1 could stop if 1 would. 1 fear I should not live long if I did so. I believe 1 like work better than I do play. My chief hap piness today is in my work and 1 suppose my machinery will go on at this same rate as long as 1 live." An Unlikely Event. Despite the conclusion of the Boer war, it is unlikely that King Edward will be known to posterity as Edward the Conqueror. In order to forecast the weather with a reasonable degree of accuracy all you have to do is to predict any thing you don't expect. If the mind is inclined'to be reminiscent, what a little thing will carry one backward, backward! Here is a red cedar lead pencil, six for m nickel; yet I can shut my eyes and see the exact spot where that cedar grew. It was a mos sy, rock-covered bank, and beneath a laughing little brook meandered and tumbled, ripplirg over the stones to join the brimming river. Along the sinuous way ivy trails in the stream and laves in its waters. We used to fish and swim and sail our ships "far out to 6ea" in the nectar of this babbling current. Further down the rivulet where shady trees and willows vied in welcoming the birds, a rustic bridge spanned the silvery stream. Here the spring flowers bloomed in the woodland and the feathered Songsters built their nests. High along this bluffy shore the cedar grew, somber, resonant and scraegly. The other day a child brought me a flower. I took it from the-pure-minion of a woman and smelled its fragrance. The perfume carried m# miles and miles away to a scene of flowers, shade and tangle-brush! It was a haunt of youth. I knew right where those flowers grew. I could go there in season and pluck Its kind; if the hand of civilization and the march of progress had not sullied its bed. Alas! (To be really reminiscent one must always say: **Alas!") The little things live to call us to the yesterday. In memory only may we be mindful of the days agone. Let us be thankful for the little things and memory! One finds some ridiculous things in the archives# For instance* the word "abracadabra" was once supposed to have a magical efficacy as an antidote against agues and other fevera The paper on which the word was written was folded in the form of a cross and suspended from the neck by a strip of linen so as to rest on the pit of the stomach. Worn in this way for nine days, and then, before sunrise, cast behind the wearer Into a stream running east, was a sure cure. The letters of the word were usually arranged like this: ABRACADABRA BIIACADABR RACADAB ' ACADA CAD '. A ••• , ' ' Thus by reading down on one side and up on the other the word is cor rectly spelled again. This plan of routing disease is fully as futile as th« asafedita our mothers used to suspend from a string about our necks. Un doubtedly "abracadabra" would "knock warts" fully as effectually as the hi» toric dishcloth stolen from the hired girL The story of the small boy who saw a woman for the first time and straightway apprised his parental ancestor that he "wanted one of them things" is not new. No more is the desire of man for woman. Woman has been known as a good thing ever sice Adam gave up his rib for her. In Genesis we are told "when men began to multiply on the facs of the earth and daughters were born unto them, the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose." The Bible does not state what the custom was at the beginning as tc building morning fires, hence there is really no criterion on which to base the law governing this troublesome household problem. The Bible, be' it said with all respect, seems to have overlooked something at this juncture. Had it proceeded with the adjunct: "And it came to pass that the daughters arose early and with kerosene and matches did ignite the fire on the hearth, Selah!" a burden of doubt would have been lifted from the shoulders of count less generations. As it is the much-mooted question still remains to harrass and complicate love's young dream. The fact that man cannot live without yearning for woman is, however, firmly established. Why deprecate the art In women of looking well? One writer sayis: "The girls of the present day are more skilled in curling their hair than in baking hot biscuits!" If we were a bit of femininity we wouldn't marry this man if we had the chance. To begin with we don't believe him. We cling to the belief that tl^ girls of to-day are Just as practical as a class as they were in "those good old times." Society and modes of living have changed some in fifty years, but woman has not retrograded In ways warranted to make home happy! Again, for us, we prefer that our wife spend a little time on her toilet, as well as on her biscuits and beefsteak. We would rather have a neat, clean- looking, attractive wife meet us at home at the close of a day's work than the savory smell of hot biscuit. Too many men make household drudges of their wives, pulling them down with children and a demand for delectable cooking three times a day. A woman who makes a slave of herself, does not take time to look sweet and lovable, is in a fair way to lose that admiration of her husband. It is a fair proposition that a woman work at least no harder than the man. She will make a mistake it she spends all her time baking biscuit and none of the time curling her hair! There is a golden mean and we believe these bright American girls.of oura know about where it is located. In writing baseball news be sure and use these expressions. They are new and can be worked in as handily as Maude runs a blue ribbon in the puckering part of her silk corset cover: Say the rival team cut no more ice in the game than the perfume of a buttercup in a Kansas jimmycane!* Say the out of town delegation was kept as busy chasing flies as a man with prickly heat and a Waterbury watch! Say the visitors played like a woman throwing stones at a mad dog in the orchard! Say, when defeated, the rude corn fed Indians from Kalamazoo, Mich.--or elsewhere--felt like a delegation of deaf and dumb people at a singing school. Say the home club batted so fast their bats got hot and had to be soaked in Ice water. Say the scorekneper got writer's cramp keeping up with the notch stick of the home playera. Say the game was so swift the reporters all used a lightning code la re porting it. Say, In closing, the local club was a galaxy of stars it Is a privilege to see but once in a life time. It was like seeing Naples and then dying! Say all this--and you will make a hit yourself! P. S.--Don't forget to say your pitcher sucked a lemon and decidefl if he didn't "suck-seed" that he would suck another! s Pla^ ball! Americans love to be humbugged! Josh Billings says, "A man never gets to be a fust klass phool until he has reached seventy years, falls in love with a barmaid of nineteen and marries her." So far as the love of humbuggery Is concerned the American people are zealously courting the amorous bar maiden. That more do not marry her is no fault of theirs. The country man is not the only victim, by any means. City men humbug themselves and have only a dim consciousness of it, so UEed are they becoming to the process. Every man who reads a yellow paper is humbugged. A ballet girl growa fat on the cash of baldheads whose ways have not led them to knowledge. The patent medicine fakir is only one of an army of fakirs. The poor tramp be comes an object of pity to the housewife and receives a half dollar for sawing,, a nice, big pile of wood (heaped carefully over a rain barrel). The sport loses to the bookmaker and the speculator to the "corner" which manipulates the deal. The fast one sows to the flesh and reaps corruption, the gullible one buys a gold brick and Willie answers the matrimonial agency's advertisement But why continue? This is an age of humbug and few there are who can tell by the hum of the bug where the humbug is. A young man In Kansas took his girl out for a ride. She fdll out of the buggy and be drove two miles before he discovered she was missing. When we we were a young and amorous lover, the hind wheel might have come off, the- spring broke, or the horse fallen out of the shafts without our knowing it, but the girl was always carefully anchore.4. What is the matter With Kansas, anyhow? Have you looked at your old photographs recently? II you haven't, don't do it, unless you are In that peculiar frame of mind when you can enjoy being sad. If you have, however, was there not an impression made on your mind that prophecy is fickle? Take that old school picture, for instance, showing 200 faces. Many schoolfellows are dead. That Is where the sadness comes in, tinctured with the realization of a cold and separating world. But beyond this did you not realize that prognostications are failures on the whole. One by one you can pick out the "smart" boys and girls of that 200. You are surprised that the dull students, the plodders, have "turned out" better! Truly, this is the plodder's world, the field of him who has no tangent, whose cynosure is singular in number. Ceaseless, tireless, the plodder plods to ward his goal--and reaches It. The realization of this truism comes to you firmly as you gaze ypon the picture. It is even so. Hunt up that Mftool picture doubter and satisfy yourself of the assertion. . When truth is warped like a Bappy basswood board in the sunshine, and goes wobbling along like a "dished" wheel, it fills our beings with what we term laughter. Laughter is a great thing. It is the axle-grease of the worldly whirl, i-gig. The man or woman who is always laughing has a grtp on mundane hap piness that few millionaires possess. Laughter makes a man forget his sor* rows and Inveigles him into believing his house rent is paid for a year ahead and that there is more coal in the cellar than a boiler factory can bum in a thousand years. Laughter is the mince pie of existence, the windows of pleas* ure, through which streams the sunshine of life. At Plougnastel, a small town in Brittany, all the weddings of the year are celebrated on one day. In Fehrpa*r to* M neously. ,V: , : BENEFIT pP FA&* Are Calculated to Relieve the Mon otony ot Existence. If you haven't a fid, acquire one. Fads are the charm of life. A fad may be anything; some people make a fad of their work, and better work would be done, if more of us tried it; but if you get enough of your work in your working hours take up some thing else. The trouble wltl| a great many young men who go the way they shouldn't go, is that they have noth ing to occupy their minds, nothing In which they are interested. When spare time comes it hangs heavy on their hands. The natural inclination is to be sociable, and that leads to taking a drink. That in turn leads to more drinks, and by and by the crash comes. If you are interested In something --golf, amateur photography, physi cal culture--anything that will arouse your enthusiasm and hold It. You won't know yourself in six months. It will get your mind out of a rut get it off yourself, and you will be broader, stronger and oetter for having been the possessor of a fad. In Bed Three Months. U Oolitic, Ind., Sept 15.--Mr. tfc A. Terry of this place suffered for months with a very severe case ot Kidney Trouble. He was so very bad that he was almost confined to his bed for three months. He tried many medicines but he could not get any relief till he com menced to use a remedy introduced here some time ago as a cure for Kidney Trouble, the name*of which is Dodd's Kidney Pills. Mr. Terry says that the second day after commencing to use this remedy he could notice a very marked im provement in his condition and In a short time he was able to go About again. He is naturally filled with gratitude to Dodd's Kidney Pills for the im mense amount of good they have done h)m and says: 'I would recommend Dodd's Kid ney Pills to every sufferer from kid ney or bladder trouble, for from my experience I am sure they are the best medicine to be had tor all dis eases of this nature." A Protean Youth. "Can you give me a job?" wrote a young man a few days ago to John P. Landrine, who has a shop in Ber gen Avenue, Jersey City. Landrine wrote back asking the applicant to specify his qualifications. By* return mail he received a letter which ran- about this way: I am a comparatively young man, but have had large business expert- ence» as per the following: I am an expert typewriter, a bookkeeper, a proficient stenographer, a telegraph operator, an oipoilonced onow 3hov- eler, a first-class corn husker and peanut roaster, have some knowledge of clipping puppy dogs' ears, am a skillful chiropodist, a practical farmer and cook; can take care of horses; can crease trousers; can open oysters and repair umbrellas. I have receiv ed a medal for reciting 'Curfew Shall Not Ring To-night.'" That marvelous mass of accom plishments could not be overlooked by Landrine. The young man went to work in the Jersey City shop the next day. "He ought to be a mighty handy man," said the boss. Instant Plso's Cure for Consumption Is an Infallible medicine tor coughs and colds.--N. W. Ocean Grove, N. J., Feb. 17,1000. iunuuuuuuumtmiMimu OF PUBLIC INTEREST NOTED BRITISH CHEMIST DEAD Sip Frederick Augustus Abel. Paeees v -4 Away at London. Sir Frederfc Augustus Abel, the not- ed British chemist and eminent au- ; thority on explosives, died at his home; ,, -n" in London last week. He was widely";,^ known for the positions of honor to& which he had been elected by learned" societies in recognition of the great work he had done as an experimental and theoretical chemist He was Cre ated a K. C. B. in 1883. Sir Frederic was born at London In 1827, and by reason of his discoveries and of his contributions to th^e liter ature of science--particularly to that of chemistry--rose to extraordinary and manifold honors, among the learned men of his time. He was a Fellow of the Royal Society, and among the official positions for which he was chosen during his long life were president of the Institution of Chemistry, of the Society of Chemical Industry, of tne Society of Telegraph Engineers, of the committee on explo sives, secretary of the Imperial Insti tute, president of the Iron and Steel •Institute, of the Chemical Institute, of the Society of Electrical Engineers, of the Society of, Arts, and twice of the British Association for the Ad vancement of Science. Sir Frederic was awarded at various times the Al bert, the Royal, the Telford and Bes semer medals, riis published works explosives are standard. -y-'v fit MAY BE GERMAN MINISTgl£~ Count Mumm von Schwa rtzenstein Mentioned for Washington-. Count Mumm von Schwartzenstein, the distinguished German diplomat. Relief from Rheumatlam and Neuralgia. - Here is a case: Mr. T. Shepherd of Whitburn, Sunderland, Ohio, says: "My wife suffered severely from rheu matism, and :ieura.gla. She could not get one moment's rest and was nearly crazed with pain. Obtained Instant re lief and a permanent cure by using the contents of one bottle of St. Ja cobs Oil. Ther - is no other remedy in the world that will do this. The In stantaneous effect which St. Jacobs Oil produces is a part of its half a century record." St. Jacobs Oil is Bold in 25 cts. and 50 cts. sizes by all druggists. • The words "Acts like Magic," "Con quers Pain," which have been used Is connection with St Jacobs Oil for more than 50 years are wonderfully and truly descriptive. Record Trip for Aeronaut. Thirty-seven is the record number of people who ever went up together in a balloon. This was on Oct 18, 1863, in "Le Geant," belonging to M. Nadar. WHY IT IS TUB BEST Is because made by an entirely different process. Delia nee Starch Is unlike any other, better and one-ihiiv. mora for 10 cents. Don't let the little ones suffer from eczema or other torturing skin diseases. Mo need for it. Doan's Ointment cures. Can't hartu the most delicate skin. At any drug 6tore, 60 cents. Every human heart cradles Its own particular story, humming lullabys that are either sad or gay. Parrots can learn our language, but we are too dense to acquire theirs. Hall's Catarrh Car* Is taken internally. Price, 75a A laugh is worth a, hundred groans in any market.--Charles Lamb. Stops the Cough and Works Off the Cold Laxative Bruiuo Quinine Tablets. PrloeSSe. The human heart daily does work equivalent to 124 foot-tons. Kansas Land. Price 910 to 930 per acre. Write tar printed lists. D. R. Ritter, Yates Center, Kana Letting well enough alone is often a fool's excuse for his folly. 'GOOD HOUSEKEEPERS Urn the best. That'H why they buy Red CrOss Ball Blue. At leading grocers, 5 cents. Some people make a virtue of necessity as a last resort Two million Americans onffer the tortur ing pangs of dyspepsia. No nee 1 to. Burdock Blood Bitters cures. At any drug store. RicheB either serve or gown the possessor.--Horace. *" Mm. Wlnilow'a Soothing; Syrup.' For children leeililng, »ofteu» tue gum*, roduoes t» ifmmmnn allay pain, cure* wind colic. 330»J0tUa up-to-date Promises ara often but ire-escapes. i J who is now in Washington on his way to Berlin from Peking, and who, it is believed, will be the next German am bassador to the United States, was appointed minister to China two years ago. At that time he had already made his mark In the service, and, In deed, Is one of the most capable of the German corps. .The count's wife was formerly Miss Maude Le Vinsen of New York, a granddaughter of Mrs. Cornelius Roosevelt His father was formerly lord mayor of Frankfort, in which city Count Mumm von Schwartzenstein was born. Nationalities in Hawaii. There is no place in the world where such various nationalities, and such widely different races can be found in so small an area, says the Honolulu Star. It is true that on the mainland such races are to be found, but not all in one spot. Few people realize how many different nationali ties are to be found in our schools, and that few schools are confined to one nationality. The statistics of school children give us Hawailans, Part-Hawalians, American, British, German, Portuguese, Scandinavian, Japanese, Chinese, Porto Ricans and scattering, which are classed as "other foreigners." The tabulation of teachers gives Hawaiian, Part-Hawa iian, American, British, German, French, Belgium, Scandinavian, Por tuguese, Japanese, Chinese and others. The Japanese and Chinese teachers are not employed in the public schools of the territory,but are engaged in private schools. The main body of the teachers in the public schools are American, Hawaiian. Part-Hawaiian and British. A Remarkable Hojree* This advertisement appeared In a recent number of a German army jour nal: "I offer for sale my handsome, gentle, seven-year-old horse, with which I have been experimenting for the purpose of ascertaining to what extent the intellect can be developed in animals. He can distinguish ten colors, he can read, he knows the four points of the compass, and he can count from one up to ten." The owner of this wonderful animal is a Berlin gentleman of large means, who for years has spent most of his.tim* train ing horses. Had Distinguished Ancestry. Emeline Amanda Dodge died in Brooklyn last week, age ninety-three. She was a descendant of Tristan Dodge, who came from England in 1661, and became one of the first set tlers of Block Island. .Last of Indian Tribe. Klankia, last of the once great tribe of Delaware Indians, died a few days ago in a little hut two miles from Flemington, N. J. He was 95 yean old.