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ill %„¥fp More things are wrought by prayer v. Than this world dreams of. wherefore, let thy voice ' Rise live a fountain for me night and day. ;• For what are men better than sheep er :i'i .goats • - . - •--• • That nourish a blind H'® within the < brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of ; prayer, ^ Both for themselves and those who eSJl them friend? . For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. --Tennyson, (Copyright, 1MB, by Dally Story Pob. Ofc» 'When Harry Emmerson came home epowned with success and honor, the uppermost thought in his mind was of Helen Ashton. It was not only upper­ most, bat all-pervading. Sweet as fcere the anticipations of his parents' pride and Joy over his accomplish' ments, even these were secondary to the welcome he expected to receive from his boyhood sweetheart. To be sure, no formal engagement existed between them, but it had been tacitly understood when he went forth iato the world that when he attained m sufficient measure of success he would return and claim her for his «wn bride. The struggle had been fierce and consuming. Success had not descend­ ed upon him like a gentle dove. It sever does in real. life. He had wrested It from an unwilling world by desperate energy, self-abnegating persistence, tireless persistence: With BO backing of money or influence the, young engineer had found it very hard to get a foot-hold in the slippery path §• achievement. It had seemed at first that he never wbuld be given an opportunity to •how what he could do. But with Iron determination he had forced him- Mlf to be thorough with the inconse­ quential things he was set to do and tft wait patiently the opportunity he resolutely believed would come to Aim. Nor was a moment wasted, •very leisure hour was devoted to perfecting himself In all the branches «f his profession. So when the opportunity came he was thoroughly prepared and able to •Tail himself of it. His performances bad startled the engineering world and his resources and mastery of prin­ ciples surprised the older engineers. Then, of course, opportunities crowded upon him and he rose rapidly, until at last he saw an assured career be­ fore him and felt his feet upon the rocks of safety. Then he turned back to the old town and the friends of his boyhood. Then did he feel that he could go back to Helen and lay his heart and bis achievements at her feet Then did he permit himself to go back and bear the old father say, "Well done," and to see the light of pride beam in ibis mother's eyes. Now, all this had taken much time. ,Ten years had gone by since he left, a lad of 20, to do battle with the world. He had hot taken time from . bis Btrenuous work to so much as visit the old home. Indeed, he had no desire to do so until he could take With him the laurel wreath. He had corresponded with Helen, but not very regularly, and had kept out of bis letters all the tender sentiment he felt, because he felt that she must come to him only as the crown of suc­ cess. Nor did he feel justified in pay- tog court to her until he had proven himself worthy. Now he hastened to her with the consciousness of his de- eerts and eager for his bliss. \ But the absorbed young man had forgotten that the years had brought jihelr changes and their experiences other people as well as to him. What, then, was his surprise and dis­ may to learn before he had fairly ar­ rived at the home town the universal 0Msip that Helen Ashton was about to become the.-bride of Herbert Nei- man, the heir to the Nieman millions, •t first he was full of unreasoning i anger and rushed off post haste to •ccuse her of fickleness and reproach j|*r for broken faith. But she receiv- him with such evident cordiality |lnd pleasure and her . clear eyes look- • mo uoiicatly iuU> liiii that his pur- Jose failed. Besides, it was a very different person into whose presence he was Jtohered than the laughing, mischlev- .fjws, vivacious girl of 16 from whom Jfes had parted tea years ago. As she jgame forward to greet him in the full glow of young womanhood, tall, se­ rene, self-poised and beautiful as ^oddeaa, he felt a shock as from her he felt the power of her person­ ality and began to wonder if he was not presumptuous in aspiring to his beautiful creature, despite all his suc­ cess. .» - In fact, as he walked the floor that night he began to doubt the measure of his own accomplishments when viewed relatively. Why, Indeed, should this glorious creature, upon whom the luxuries of the world would sit so well, choose a life of ordinary domesticity when the treasures of the world were laid at her feet. After all his success meant only the priv­ ilege to keep on working hard, tun­ neling more mountains, baffling more Received him with such evident cor> dlallty that his purpose failed. a bucket of ice water, and instantly it eame to his clear Intelligence that while he had been growing In his life she had been growing in hers. He re­ alized also that he had established no claim upon her excepting in his own consciousness. He saw the in­ justice and selfishness of his years of 4^ence and he saw the poetic justice of the losing of the main prise of bis efforts, after all, as a result of his blind pride. More thant|la. a* lie talked with Nieman was to take her to the opera. of the difficulties of nature. He never could hope for great riches. Indeed, he never hud coveted them. A liberal increase he was assured of--but pal­ aces and yachts and leisure and travel and princely luxuries he CQul<t hope for, if at all, only after many years more of work and then only by chang­ ing his motives and his ideals and his methods. On the other hand, there was Nie­ man with all bis millions inherited from both his father and his mother, invested in securities which brought an income beyond the hope of spend­ ing--he could give her every heart's desire and permit her to shine as she was meant to shine. With him she could become but a part Of his liie, and radiate only his achievements. With Nieman her own world opened before her. Emmerson admitted this to himself with great bitterness. Manlike he accepted his conclu­ sions as established facts, and even in his repentance failed to declare his love. He showed it plainly enough and railed to her at his ill-fortune. She was provokingly inscrutable and teasingly coquettish. Emmerson was driven distracted by her and the love he had felt for the girl sweetheart he had left seemed puny beside the great passion he conceived for the woman he found. "When are you going to Midas' Castle?" he asked savagely one day. "When he asks me--maybe," she replied. "Are you engaged to him?" he per­ sisted. : . "That's rather impudent,* she v* ' plied. * "Well, if you are not, It Is all under­ stood, I reckon," he went on, disre­ garding the danger signals in her eyes. "The Lord knows I don't blame you. What has a poor devil like me to offer you excepting a deceit living and a heart full of love?" Just then a servant announced Mr. Nieman. "You never offered me anything as yet," she said audaciously, as she arose and turned toward the door. Emmerson leaped to his feet and started toward her. Just then Nieman entered, tall, cadaverous, his dead- white complexion accentuated by the monocle he affected and Miss Ashton received him warmly, while Emmer­ son sank back into his seat with a surly nod. Nieman was to take her to the opera, so it seemed, and soon they went, leaving Emmerson still sitting gloomily in his chair. "Curse the luck. What did she mean?" he muttered. "Have I missed still another chance? That fellow looks like he was going to propose to­ night." He was right. On the way home in his carriage, Nieman formally laid himself and the Nieman millions at her feet. When they returned she found Em­ merson still there, greatly to her sur­ prise. "Well." hg said, "I thought I would wait and learn the worst," he said. "Did he ask you." "Yes." she replied demurely, flush­ ing deeply. "And when are you to become a happy bride," he persisted. She walked straight up to him and looked into his eyes mischievously. "Whenever you ask me, you great goose," she said. FLATTERY WORTH THE MONEY. Colored Enthusiasm Had a Commercial Valu* The young man, dressed in htfe best, was walking along looking pretty well satisfied with himself. Standing near a telegraph pole was an old negro woman. As he approached her she accosted him. "Why, Mistah Tom," she said. "Good mawln' to yob." The young man stopped. "Hello, Aunt Nancy," he said. "Why, Mistah Tom," the old De­ gress went on, "yoh is sutinly de pixcher uf prettiness. Yoh lookin' swell dls mawnin'. Mah goodness, yoh's de nices' lookin' young man Ah's seed in a month." The young man was pleased. "Thank you, Aunt Nancy," he said, straightening up a little, "I'm afraid, though, that you're a flatterer." "No, sah, Ah isn't, Mistah Tom. Yoh suahly look delightfll. Ah's mighty proud ter know you. You's de essence uf swellness." The young man smiled and 4tegan to move away. "Say, Mistah Tom," she called after him. He stopped. She hesitated* "What is it?" he asked. "Well, sah," came from the old me- gross, "yoh sutinly is lookin' fine an' Ah was jist thinkin' dat es good lookin' young man es yoh 'ud be mighty glad ter loan a poah ole nig- gah woman ef quahtah."---Kansas City Times. Beginning to Doubt. "It heats all about this political cor­ ruption," said the old farmer as he laid aside his country paper. "Every week there is something about expos­ ing some big man who was thought to be perfectly honest, and It's getting so you don't know who to trust" "Were you ever In politics your­ self?" was asked. "Once, and that's what'* bothering me now. Yes, I was elected to the legislature once. While I was serv­ ing as a member a fellow-member came to me and said that my aunt in Iowa had died and left me $200, and he paid the money over to me. I had never heard about the aunt, and I don't know how he got the money for me, and I am just beginning to doubt." 'To doubt what?" 1 f "Wall, I voted for a land grab' and we carried it by only four majority, and I'm just beginning to doubt if I got enough for my vote. I think if I had held out a few days I'd have had an uncle die, too, and got as much as $3,000 out of the thing."--Baltimore American. Method In Hla Madness. He had called at a house in the sab* arbs on business, and as he rose to go he said: "I believe you were In the Lake dis­ trict last summer?" "Yes." ** 4 "Go fishing?" "Yes." "Catch anything?*' "One little perch." "Ha, ha, ha! That's what I expect­ ed. Well, good-night." When the caller had gone the wife said, indignantly: "Richard, how can you sit there and tell stories In that bold way? You know we caught over twenty fish weighing five pounds apiece; and that big jack weighed eleven pounds." "My dear wife," returned the hus­ band, soothingly, "you don't know hu­ man nature. That man is now willing to take my word for $1,000. If I had told him of those fish he would have gone away believing me to be the big­ gest fibber in the country."--Ex­ change. Bound to Be in the Procession. About fifty years ago there lived in Barkersville, one of the suburbs of Bangor, Maine, a man by the name of Seth Rogers, a well-to-do farmer, who owned several fine horses. He had one spare horse that he used to let out to his neighbors to help them with their plowing, harvesting, etc. He would always admonish them to be careful of the horse and not work him too hard. One morning Joe Clark applied to Rogers for the use pf his horse for a part of the day.* "Yes, you can have him," said Rog­ ers, "but it is going .to be a pretty warm day, so be sure and not drtye him too fast" "I am going over to Veazie to at­ tend a funeral." replied Joe, "and I'm bound to keep up with "the proces­ sion if it kills the horse." Labor's Dawn. Dreaming and Doing. "Those who dream do not do. Those who do have no time to dream." These epigrams from a recent ar­ ticle by Sarah Bernhardt apply not only to the art students, for whom she wrote it but with equal aptness to the woman ordering a home or the business girl earning her livelihood out of the home. "It seems to me," she continues, "that the successful ones are those who never think at all about success, but simply work. They love art, and they toil. They make no speeches, never seek to impress others with the certainty of their own success; never, in fact, bother their heads about oth­ ers or the opinion of others at any time. They work patiently, they work year after year; their work Improves little by little, and they wake some day surprised to find themselves suc­ cessful." Machines Swallow Nickels. Since the Nevada legislature legal­ ized slot machines there have not been enough nickels in circulation, outside of the slot machine bazars, to buy 5 cents' worth of gum for a six- year-old school girl. A keg contain­ ing $1,500 in nickels was recently re­ ceived hQt, from the factory by ^ Bespe bsgfc. Under the Eastern Sky { Peculiar Charm of the Orient Felt ; the Fir* Landing in %»l ' It is the end of a dream-like week of voyaging over summer seas. The cold fogs of old England, the frozen canals of Holland and the anow- crowned Alps are now but memories of the past. The terraced and vine- clad shores of sunny Italy have smiled their last upon us. The fra­ grant orange groves of Sicily and, the mountainous shores of ancient Crete have melted away into the distant horizon, and the great ship throbs and beats her way ever southward over sunlit waters as smooth as burnished brass. Another evening of stars upon the blue Mediterranean, with the crescent moon reflecting in its waters the symbol of Islam. Another night gently rocked In the dreamland of the deep. Then a glorious sunrise under a warm Oriental sky, and the spell of the mysterious East is upon us. The air becomes more gentle and balmy as a smell of the tropics is wafted to us Native on Buffalo. across the gently rippling waters. Strange felucca-rigged vessels, manned by turbaned Orientals, pass us from time to time, and at last, under the white heat of an African midday, a new continent is sighted. The land of mystery is before us! The Egypt of the ^Che gncient land of Khemf : 1 r . The Quays «f Alexandria. With a rattle of chains our anchor goes down, a quarantine boat pulls alongside, manned by a crew of Egyp­ tian sailors in the picturesque garb of the Orient We resign ourselves and our belongings to the tender mer­ cies of a horde of brigands in turbans, fezzes and flowing skirts, and, presto! We are upon the quays of Alexandria! At last we are in Egypt, the land of the most ancient civilization known to history; the mother of science and architecture and mistress of the an­ cient world; the Egypt of Moses, of Rameses, of Alexander and of Cleo­ patra; that Egypt over which Joseph ruled and to which his brethren came for corn; that Egypt whose Pharaoh held the ancient Israelites in bondage, and where great Antony fell a captive to the charms of the sorceress queen, Cleopatra. Egypt, the land of our childhood's earliest dreams, is at last a glowing, tangible reality! The journey by rail from Alexandria to Cairo is one of the most interesting experiences imaginable; our way lead­ ing through the luxuriant vegetation of the Nile delta, and unfolding a con­ stantly changing panorama of strange Oriental life to our unaccustomed eyes. Long, slow-moving trains of camels, loaded with Immense bunches of green clover and chicken coops filled with live poultry, are silhouetted against the distant horizon as they stalk patiently along in single file. Graceful palm forests nod their feath­ ery plumes over native villages of mud huts. Egyptian buffaloes, or water oxen, are seen working in the fields or baned heads and the flowing beards riding upon the most diminutive of donkeys, and strangely fashioned two- wheeled wagons bearing interesting groups of olack-robed women with veiled faces, all pass in seemingly endless procession before our wonder­ ing eyes as we Journey down through the biblical land of Goshen from Alex­ ander's ancient capital to the city of the khalifa. El Masr, as the Arabs call their capital, is the largest city of Africa, and with Its superb natural surround­ ings, its scores of princely palaces, its hundreds of splendid mosques, its imposing citadel and ancient walls, is quite the most enchanting ofall the cities of the East , , K Many-Sided Cairo. Cairo, "the many-sided, many-color­ ed city of the desert," as it has been aptly called, is the ideal oriental city, and preserves the true spirit of the East, As we ramble through the fas­ cinating and bewildering labyrinth of bazaars; or go tearing through its narrow, crowded streets on the "hur­ ricane deck" of the ubiquitous and Inevitable donkey (the "street car of the East") we are carried back in spirit to the days of Haroun Al-Ras- ohid, and all the world of oriental fiction is conjured up by the subtle charm of its dreamy atmosphere. In its older native quarters this "city of the desert" displays delightfully pic­ turesque and purely Arabic character­ istics of true oriental architecture, and remains essentially that wondrous city of the "Arabian Nights," which our earliest childhoods's fancy pic­ tured to Itself. The most striking features are the immense khans and covered bazaars, the medieval city walls and ancient gates, the mosques with their exquisitely carved and stuc­ coed minarets, conceded to be the fin­ est in the world, and from whose bal­ conies the sonorous voice of the Muez­ zin is heard five times a day sounding the Mohammedan call to prayer, the curious winding streets, shaded by carpets and tarpaulins spread from roof to roof as a protection from the mid-day heat, and crowded from wall •to wall with towering camels, loaded donkeys, and an Indescribable Egyp­ tian population; and lastly, but pos­ sibly most characteristic of the dreamy, superstitious sentiment of the East, the exquisite lattice-work win­ dows, called "mushrabeyahs," which overhang the narrow streets, permit­ ting the veiled women of the Mos­ lem's household to gaze unseen upon the passing throng; for the law of the prophet commands that the face of a Mohammedan woman must never be uncovered except within the sanctity of the harem.--Los Angeles Times. Fourteen Terms For Mayftr. Mayor Patrick J. Boyle has been re­ nominated for a- fourteenth term as mayor of Newport, R. I. The terms have been consecutive except the year Mayor Boyle was defeated by Frederick Prime Garretson. Last year, in the face of the big pluralities given President Roosevelt and Gov. Utter, he defeated his opponent by a plurality of Bixty. At the same time Mrs. Victor Sorchan, sister of Hollis Hunnewell, Jr., was nominated for her third term as a member of the school board. In stormy winter weather Mrs. Sorchan has come from New York to attend the school com­ mittee meetings. She was unopposed last term by the Republicans. Verbose Public Documents. In ninety-nine instances out of every hundred it would seem that the compiler of a public document had exorted himself to see how many M*:-: ..Mx* The toiler's day begins to dawn, T Its golden morn comes gently on; n* Yon mountain rises from the night With helmet gilded with Its light. There high appears the morning's glow. While black extends the night below. Where prowl the creatures of the dark. Where still Is heard the watchdog's bark. The light that tips yon mountain's crest Portends the age of darkness past'; That gloomy night shall lose Its sway; The world of toil shall hav.e its day. The clouds that clothe the mountain's Side Begin to fall apart, divide; _ The day snail follow break ot dawn And labor come unto its own. Shall peace not usher in the day; On cloud and crag shall lightning play; Shall thunder's voice the vale awake And wild the storm in fury break. Shall rather reason's ray serene With soft effulgence light the scenv" A world where love and labor reign. With peace on earth, good will to --Charles Milroy. Natives With Crocodile. reveling in the waters of the Nile, rest­ ing entirely submerged with the ex­ ception of their great horned heads. Upon every hand the creaking, groan­ ing, irrigating machines called "sak- kiehs," constantly turned by camels, donkeys or blindfolded oxen, lift tho lifegiving waters of the historic stream to irrigate the fields of sugar cane which wave along its banks. Mist of Unreality. Chattering crowds of Naif-naked men and chattering women gather at the various stations along the line, clamoring to sell as "kullehs" of Nile water, oranges, Egyptian bread and the rather questionable delicacy kown as "kababs." Everything is new and strange, and seems envel­ oped In a mist of unreality--that in­ definite mystery which imparts the chief charm to the Orient. Soon the mud-walled houses of Tanta, one of the largest cities of the Delta, are left behind ua. On our right loom up In the distance those mighty monu­ ments of a bygone age, the Pyramids of Glzeh, Cheops, Kephren and Men- kara, awe-inspiring and unspeakably rrand in their solitary sovereignty of the desert The shining waters of the Nile wind In and out among the distant palms, and mirror in their surface the fellah villages clinging to the muddy banks, while women with large water jars balanoed upon their heads, herds of camels loaded with balea of merchan­ dise, patriarchal Egyptians with tor- words he could use in telling his story. Prolixity, not brevity, is the rule. The result is that nine-tenths of the stuff that is turned out of the government printing office, to burden the mails and litter the desks of con­ gressmen and others, is never read. Indeed a great deal of it never comes out of the wrapper that is put on it at the printing office, but is sent to the garbage pile just as it Is received. Busy people have not the time or patience to wade through a thousand pages to get a few kernels of infor­ mation that might as well as not have been given them in ten pages.*--Sa­ vannah, Ga., News. British Postoffice Savings Banks. The annual report of the British postoffice savings bank for last year shows that the total amount due depositors on Dec. 31 last was over £148,000,000, During the year the cash received from depositors was more than £40,000,000 and the repay­ ments nearly £42,000,000. The Inter­ est accruing during the year was £S,- 600,000, - , . »•: T^a'lgna of Llf*. r ' 'tWr»rtc3T4 McQraw--OI saw OToole lasht night wid a black band on her ar'ruto. Faith, an' Oi didn't know she had losht her husband, Pat McGlnnls--Begoba! an' It mtisht be some other relative, fer Oi joost met her not an hour ago, wid bar egr* In mournin'.--Judge. "Maria," he said, as he put his feet an the footrest and caressed the meer­ schaum pipe he was coloring, "do you know that you are a lucky woman?" "O, l.am, am I?" she returned eye­ ing, him suspiciously. "I suppose you mean that I was fortunate in getting you for a husband?" "No, Maria," he explained, "I do not consider myself such an extraordinary prize in the matrimonial lottery, but I'm better than none. You'll admit that?" "Ye-ee, a little better." ~ ' "And you're between vt#'•$&*$"'• 10 Inches and 5 feet 11 incites, if you're an Inch." "O, I'm too tall. You don't like--" she began. "I admire tall women," he interrupt­ ed, hastily. "All men admire tall women, but J was just thinking, Mar­ ia, that thejr seldom marry them. That's the point, Maria. Just call to mind the old maids you know. Is there a little woman among them? No, Maria; not one in a thousand. Now, why is it? Can you tell me that? And he puffed his pipe meditatively. "I can," she said coldly. "Perhaps you'll enlighten me," he suggested; -v • 1 "I will," shb returned, "Man ad- SEQVOyAH mires a tall woman, but he is a consummate coward that he won't marry any one near his own size. She|| must be so small that he can handle^.., her easily, Joseph; so small that he,^ can terrorize her; so small that shaggy seems his property rather than hisgi partner. That's the kind of creature^ man is. Do you understand seph?" " f "I do," he said meekly. . , "But sometimes they are fooled, seph; sometimes one of them gets a woman who is big enough to. assert ^ her rights." % rMl "Sometimes one does," be admit­ ted; but sometimes'he gets fooled / worse than that, Maria. Sometimes, •> I am told, he gets a four-foot-six wo-^|* man who has more pepper and mus-:. tard and brimstone in her than a;|g giantess. One can't tell by the size.;. ^„ of the package Just what it containa,. Maria. If one could--" |-:0. "Well, if one could--" ° ^ "Without intending anything per-^! sonal, Maria--nothing personal at all|| --I may say that some men would A have taken larger packages, and some,; ::t Maria---some would have tried smaller 1 ones." ' . i:. Then he devoted himself to coloring^; - his pipe, and she was undecided just|| what she ought to do.--Stray Stories.^ 'T1'̂ Sequoyah, for whom it has been Bug- ,ested that the proposed new state be hamed, was a genius of his day, and all Indians have agreed that his name should be perpetuated by giving it to the state, if separate statehood is granted, says the Muskogee (I. T.) correspondent of the St Louis Globe- Democrat. Sequoyah was half German, and his German name was George Guess Ghiest. He was born in the old Cher­ okee nation, Georgia. He could neither read nor write, yet was the Inventor ot the Cherokee-American al­ phabet, and was styled among the In­ dians as the American. "Cadmus." He was born about 1763, and died in 1844, while in search of a lost band of Cher­ okee Indians in Mexico. He perfected the alphabet in 1821, and since 1829 books and newspapers have been pub­ lished in the Cherokee language. In 1822 he moved to the new Cherokee nation, Indian Territory, and lived near where the town of Muldrow ' now stands, his trading post being FortgJ Smith, Ark., some of the old lnhabi-jp; tants of which still remember him. The Cherokee-American alphabet contains eighty-six characters, and* is one of the wonders of the world, con­ sidering the fact that its originator was an illiterate Indian. The Indian mind is remarkable for its association of ideas, and the idea of writing by Sequoyah's method was at once asso­ ciated with branding cattle, and this day the words, writing, printings or branding are expressed in the Cher­ okee tongue by the same word: "De- gah-Ia-tah-naah." Sequoyah carved the various characters out of the bark of trees, and to this fact 95 per cent of the Cherokees owe their abil­ ity to read and write. The Bible was translated into the. Cherokee language and has been thc^ means of teaching Christianity among||r; these Indians. The Cherokee Advo-|v' cate, established at Tahlequah in 1844,ifi is still in existence, and is the only;* ; newspaper of the kind in the world. WHE/r KWROrATKf/f WAS SHOT At this time of the (at least techni­ cal) disgrace of Gen. Kuropatkin, it falls distinctly apropos tc hear cf that brave and able gentleman's behavior during another war than that which has but just come to an end in the Far East--during the war between Russia and Turkey in the late seventies when Kuropatkin served with marked dis­ tinction under the redoubtable Skobe- leff. Through all of 1877 the younger man displayed most admirable fighting qualities. His tirelessness and ability had gained for him the highest encomi­ ums of his famous superior. Then, on Christmas day, came the qhance shot which laid Kuropatkin by for a time, incidentally showing in a new light the splendid physical bravery of the man. Skobelelf had taken his stand on a rock to survey the valley which stretched away from the Lyssoi Hill, when a ball from a Turkish sharp­ shooter, hidden among the brush be­ low, pierced Kuropatkin's shoulder and collarbone; as usual, he was at thei side Of his commander. The loss to>}$ the latter seemed irremediable, while® '- the grief of the file troops, when the ill news ran among them, was so keen and real that some actually shed tearagp?* as this Idolized leader was laid on agf! stretcher and borne away. f. But the rugged steepness of the rocky hillside was too much for the bearers. One of them slipped, and the wounded man was rudely jerked out upon the ground. "I'll go on foot. It's impossible to be carried!" he mut­ tered, his face convulsed with pain. An orderly took him by the arm ands started cO lead him up the slope, when he, too, slipped and went down, the officer falling on him. Then a rope was tied about Kuropatkin's waist, the encfe being passed over the shoulders of a brawny Cossack, while two sol­ diers, one on each side, supported the General--whose military career was thus ended for a time. WHAt THE MASSEVR LEAHfiE& The masseur had just returned from Nubia, the "birthplace of massage. "I didnt' learn as much as I expect­ ed to," he said, "but I got hold of two movements that will eradicate wrin­ kles and remove fat in an incredible way. "Nubia is a queer place. They have so little water there that they never take baths. The 'masseh.'.or knead­ ing--whence our word 'massage'--is the bath's substitute. You strip, lie down and are covered from head to foot with a cream made of mutton fat, musk, sandalwood powder and cer­ tain plant juices. Then you are kneaded, you are massaged. I studied the Nubian movements thoroughly and learned, as I say, two good things. "The Nubians are a handsome and queer race. They hunt elephants with the sword. A hunter steals upon a dozing elephant and slashes him in the back of the leg, ten inches above the hoof. This cut severs the artery and the elephant bleeds to death. "They cook meat on hot stones. First they build 'a fire, then they put big stones on it, and when the stones are hot enough they clean them of ashes and embers carefully and throw on the meat. This is a betted way of cooking than the broil, for it pre­ serves all the meat juiceB. But green­ horns don't know what kind of stones to use. Most kinds, heated, explode. "The Nubians are shapely and hand­ some. They never w rinkle, they nev­ er get fat, their skins are smooth and line. They impute these graces to the "mass^h"--the massage--that they take regularly three or four times a week. Every masseur ought to go to Nubia if he wants to learn his bus­ iness thoroughly." MADE HIS THIUVTE BHOABE7! During the administration of Ruth­ erford B. Hayes, president of the United States, Vice President Wheeler was guest of honor at the New Eng­ land agricultural fair at Worcester. Upon his arrival he was brought to the agricultural grounds in a carriage with Senator George F. Hoar and his brother, Judge E. R. Hoar. In the crowd that surged about the carriage to get a sight of the vice president there was a farmer from Sutton, who had been indulging in the flowing bowl until he/was in trim to approach the president himself. The farmer had great respect for Senator Hoar, and was more interested in see­ ing him that any other member of the party. He had seen many pictures of the senator, but never the original. The carriage stopped near the Sut­ ton man, and, pushing his way to the side, he extended his hand to the man sitting next to him, and in his most polished manner said: "Senator Hoar, it is one of the proudest moments oi my life to have the honor of shaking hands with you. I am one of your farmer constituents, and am free to confess tjtiat I look upon you, sir, as the ablest man in the ration." The man to whom the eloquence was addressed smiled and said: "I am glad to meet you, sir, but, unfor­ tunately, I am not the senator, bet his brother, Judge Hoar." The farmer braced himself a second and then gave the hand of the judge another shake, as he said: "Sir, you are a darned s|ght smarter man." ^ Senator Hoar and Vice President Wheeler and convulsions about that time. DyifiG I/i LIFE'S HAHJVESS Only a fallen horse stretched out the*e on the road, » Stretched in the broken shafts and crushed by the heavy load; Only a fallen horse, and a circle of won­ dering eyes Watching the 'frighted teamster goaa- lng the beast to rise. Hold! for his toil is over---no more labor See the ̂ poor* 'n?elk outstretched, and the patient eyes grow dim; See on the friendly stones how peace­ fully rests the head-- Thinking, if dumb beasts think, how good it is to be dead; After the, weary journey, how restful it Is to lie With the broken shafts and the cruel load--waiting only to die. Watchers, he died in harness--died in the shafts and strap*-- Tell. #d tfee~ burden killed him; en* Of i tbe day's mishaps-- One of the passing wonders marking the city road-- - A toiler dying in harness, heedless of call or goad. Passers, crowding the pathway, ataytac your steps awhile. What is the symbol? Onlv death-r-whr should we cease to sirile At death for a beast of burden? On through the busy street That is ever and ever echoing the tread of the hurrying feet. What was the sign? A symbol to touch the tireless will? Does He who taught in parables speak In parables still? The seed on the rock is wasted--on heed-* less hearts of men That gather and sow and grasp and lose--labor and sleep--and then Then for the prize!--A crowd in the stMet of ever-echoing tread-- The toiler- crushed by the heavy load. Is 1 there in bis harness--dead! w --John Boyle O'Reilljr. •V*4;