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" • • ' -> ' "f'i 1 ' ' .. .> . : >' THE LILY OF BRANAGHAN'S PATCH Virlratt «f a Lady--A Memory ©f I ¥ ¥ V » V ¥ » ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ » ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ » ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ » ¥ ¥ ¥ ¥ < M Pilgrims &< Poet's Home Travelers Torn to Birthplace of Scotia's Bard as. to a Holy Spot So0 (Special Correspondence.) >r daring and enterprise, for bold- *• In the face of danger, the hardy Jhermen who wrest a livelihood from |e perilous Arctic seas are not sur- |ssed by any on the globe. IM this moment hundreds of these are battling with storm and ice, fg an^ treacherous currents in the igid waters of Labrador, Greenland id Iceland. j Setting out from home ports soipe- mes as early as April, by August |iey reach the northern limits of their shlng grounds add, perhaps, have al- sady encountered extraordinary Ixdships and perils. The cargoes of codfish and halibut ley bring back to stock the markets the United States are often secured •ft: gmtt cost in suffering, and even fe-Innumerable are the ^ngers of the '•shing fields. Work must be Jone oft- mes amid icebergs and drift packs; •eacherous fogs descend, and many shing vessels are cut down by some] iishing liner and sent to the bottom jHth all hands. A greater percentage of these men lost than in any other calling, not Excepting that of arms. It has long Jeen said that the history of the Glou­ cester fisheries is written in tears. I Gloucester, Mass., is the recognized tad time-honored home port of this ashing fleet. At times its harbor is Crowded with staunch schooners, that Jtave known many a battle.with the Irind, wave and threatening ice. ? Were it not for the skill and daring If these hardy men, the fish markets if the United States would be lacking * large percentage of a staple that has become almost indispensable. I As early as April the "captains cour­ ageous" Of Gloucester start out. They nake their way northward, fishing all Along the Newfoundland coast, bat­ tling with floes and bergs, dodging passing steamers, watching for disas­ ter amid fogs, but busily fishing all the while. Straight into the teeth of the Ice tint is coming southward they press, tmtil they reach the halibut banks about the mouth of Hudson bay, or thefishing grounds along the shores of Greenland. One July morning an American schooner was setting out her fishing Hnes to Arctic waters when the white trail of an advancing ice floe was seen eoming swiftly along on the bosom of the relentless Labrador current. It was a tone, terrifying barrier, brist­ ling with jagged points and blocks of lee twenty feet high. In this massive grip the ship was •aught, her rudder was smashed and •Iter seams opened. Ice closed around her like some giant band of destiny >and Immense blocks crashed upon her deck. By setting all her canvas, at the risk of having her spars torn out, the vessel finally worked clear. For six days the weary crew toiled without ceasing at the pumps, until they made St John's harbor. Very fortunate they felt In escaping so easily. Hundreds of vessels had been caught in similar ice packs and crashed to pieces. This Instance is cited as illustrating a common danger of the fishing grounds. Hundreds of vessels have had similar experiences, while many •unfortunates have never returned'to tell the tale. It Is a danger that swoops down with startling swiftness. One hour may see the ocean comparatively free of obstructions, and a number of ves­ sels busy with their fishing lines; the next, all may be encircled by an Ice Kissing Is Healthy. With feelings of unmixed joy we chronicle the fact that a distinguished French physician has gone against ihls colleagues and actually stood up |for kissing, says Leslie's Weekly. Far jfroqn being harmful, it is wholesome. The mistletoe should be encouraged 'by enlightened practitioners all the .'year round. Kisses carry microbes, of Course. So much the better, says this amiable authority. The inter­ change of certain bacilli is a laudable land healthful practice. In kissing it is not so much the bad microbes as ithe beneficent ones that are exchang- jed. These good bacteria, as is well known, are not only favorable but es- isential to digestion. If we were to sterilize our inner man, completely ; killing the white with the black sheep among our colonies of bacilli, we i should instantly die. Now, by ex- i changing our friendly microbes we * stimulate them. Kissing, therefore, is ia natural therapeutic custom, the jol- ily physician concludes, and who •knows but what some day the kissing cure will be ordered for dyspepsia by up-to-date physicians? %:• . ^ Ridiculous. • "fit is really ridiculous," said Mr. iFlgg; "to see the style the Henderbys put on when everybody knows that Jthey are as tpoor--as poor as " "Plaster," suggested the youthful •on and heir. "Poor as what?" said his parent sternly "Poor as plaster--porous plaster. Dont you see?" The indignant father blew out his eheeks. "Now, look here, Mrs. F.," he said, "If you don't send that impudent imp |f|S bed in five minutes I'll take him in Plltfid myself! I'tia not going to have pjjyy new humorists in this house!"--- Stray Stories. Carp Proves Game Fish. r WMle Iishing near Chadd's Ford a vlsttar made a remarkable catch. He • a ten-pound carp and had It on ; the when the hook pulled from Its and it flopped back into the water. As it did so another hook was fSstened in its hard back fin, and 10 fcofefced it was played with for nearly an hour before being landed.*-- West Chester (Pa.) Local News,; floe and some of them sent to a wa­ tery grave. Fishing is done from small boats, or* dories, of which each sailing vessel carries eight or a dozen. Each dory is manned by two fishermen. It is from these little craft, frail enough at best, but helpless in the ice, that most of the fishermen are lost. Crowding on sail, the schooner may escape from the threatening mass, but the dories caught in it are in a des­ perate plight. The men may crawl upon the mov­ ing ice, but that does not always mean safety. Borne swiftly on the south­ bound current, they are often carried far beyond the reach of help. When their schooners finally sail back into Gloucester, flags are at half mast and more names are added to the -list of the sea's victims, to be read at the next annual memorial services. Often far south of the fishing banks will be seen mute evidences of a trag­ edy upon some floating cake of ice. It may be a lot of seamen's gear, a few tin cans, perhaps, or even a dory, but no sign of life. The sight of a vessel coming into harbor with her ensign at half-mast is all too frequent at Gloucester. And many a fine craft sails jauntily away to the North, never to be heard from again. Overwhelmed by a Hoe or berg, per­ haps, or run down In a fog by a liner, the vessel vanishes with all hands on board, leaving not a trace of the man­ ner In which death overtook them. A number of vessels are lost by dragging their anchors in a sudden storm. - {foe\jmmanageable craft will crash into another, and the two,' locked in deadly embrace, may plunge upon a third, and all go to the bottom. Fishermen always keep their ears open for the sound of an approaching steamer. When the fog is so thick that one can scarcely see the end of the bowsprit, there is especial dan­ ger from these steam-driven giants, with their sharp iron bows that crush down the little wooden fishing vessels as though it were a floating house of cards. For steamers do not always follow the law and slow down during a fog. Would Obey Orders. "We had a Swede girl working here who certainly took the cake for *hard- headedness,'" said Jack Malloy. "One mornirg I decided to sleep late, hav­ ing worked until after midnight the night before. I was in a delightful snooze about 9:30 o'clock when I was awakened by some one trying to un­ lock my door. I had left my key In the door, so the efforts of the person, out­ side failed. Then there came a loud rapping. " 'What is it?' I called. 'Aye kum ta clean da*room,' came from outside. 'Well, go away from here, Hulda, and let me sleep,' I growled. 'This room can be fixed up this a/ternoon. Now get out and don't wake me up again.' I went back to sleep and about half an hour later there came another loud rapping at the door. "•What is it?' I caUgd gruffly. It was Hulda again. " 'Meesteij Malloy/ she said, 'da housekeeper tale me not to bother you, so Aye won't any more.'"--Kan­ sas City Times. Many a fishing crew, sleeping sound­ ly in their bunks, have been awakened by the crash of collision, only to find themselves borne downward beneath the Icy waters. before they can reach the deck. When disaster comes there is less chance of rescue In those Arctic re­ gions than there would be further south. The fishing fleets are widely scattered, and few other vessels are in those seas, except an occasional patroling warship or a clumsy whaler blown out of her course. Time after time dory fishermen, separated from their vessels by ice floes or during fogs, have manag­ ed to work their way to the bleak Labrador coast. It is then a toss-up whether they can drag themselves to some station of human beings or must perish along the shore. Lines of dread or sorrow are deep­ ly graven upon the faces of the wom­ en of Gloucester. The girl who, in her early twenties, marries a fisher­ man takes more than an even chance of being a widow In her thirties. This terrible tax upon human life has resulted in the establlshament of a memorial day. Upon a certain morning in mid­ winter children cast flowers upon the waters of the harbor--one flower for each victim of the sea during the pre­ ceding year. Then the fishermen and their families gather in the city hall for memorial services. The roll of the dead is called, prayers are said and there are addreses. Why do men follow such a hazard­ ous calling? There are mouths ashore to be fed, and bread ̂ must be got from the sea. Naturally the fishermen get better wages than other sailors, having a share in the proceeds of the catch, as a general thing. Most of them are fairly prosperous, owning their own homes and possessing snug bank ac­ counts.' No Gloucester fisherman ever sails away to the Northern banks, however, with anything like assurance that he will see his home again. In the truest sense they are "men unafraid," and their very daring casts a halo of romance about the Icy death traps of the Arctic seas.--Montreal Herald. - Profit in Errors. August Zieslng, the new president of the American Bridge company^jras talking about a business mast who made a good many mistakes/ "These mistakes," he said, "are al­ ways in the man's OWTT favor. He profits by them. Indeed, though, it -is so with too many mistakes, errors and misconceptions, isn't it? "I once knew a young draughtsman who sat bent over a drawing board from 9 until 5 daily, drawing, draw­ ing, drawing. "This was hard work. The young man needed a lot of sleep to keep him fit for it. But the baby--he had re­ cently been married--robbed him of four or five hours' rest every night. "At 4 o'clock In the chill gray dawn of an October morning the poor young draughtsman, as he paced the, flooi with the shrieking baby in his ajms, said to his wife, wearily: "'I wonder why it is tills child won't sleep at night' " 'I can't imagine,' the young wom­ an answered. 'I haven't a bit of trou­ ble keeping her asleep in the day­ time." It was with eager interest that a sunburned Australian, a bonnie Scotch iassie, and a "nutmeg" Yankee, form­ ed a triangular party from the smoky shipping port of Glasgow. A com­ mon sympathy and appreciation drew us to the home of Scotia's bard. The wild popples nodded approval, and that "wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower" which dots the Scottish fields smiled in sympathy upon our pil­ grimage. Leaving the broad fields, we skirted the open sea, which glim­ mered in the sunshine, and a mound, immortalized by the poet, towered be­ fore us. In the distance it seemed a huge haystack, its conical structure rising boldly from the water. We recognized in the stern outlines Ailsa Craig, the island famed in verse, and familiarly known as "Paddy's Mile* stone," The wild birds nestle here. Highland Cottage. and a gunshot near shore would startle multitudes of timid creatures whose rookeries are in its rocky slopes. Opposite stretch the long green shores of Arran, in contrast to the high ocean rock. We entered the quiet town, whose every foot of soil is hallowed by the early life of the sweet singer. The natives knew our destination and besought our patron­ age. We "put our money on a bobtail- ed nag," and headed the dray for the immortal shrine of Alloway. The vil­ lage ' street was lined with rows of thrifty homes, two-story, gray, stone houses whose bay windows were half- hidden by roses which clambered to the top. Flowers bloomed beside the gravel walks and the little town seem­ ed a sheltered haven, blessed by the invisj^le presence of him "whose hand guides every plow." The Poet's Birthplace. We stopped before a low hut, with whitewashed walls and a roof of thatch. Its straw, a foot in depth, was corded on in heavy layers, and as the top became sodden, more layers were added. The eaves stretched far over the sides, so the water could wash down the slope, and the weather- stained, rain-beaten roof formed an impervious covering. With reverent thought we passed the recording stile of the hut so poor but neat. Thirteen hundred pilgrims, some days, pay tribute here, and it was worth 3,000 mijfes of travel, and dreary days on the Atlantic to stand within this "old clay biggin." Its rough, unever floor of stone was holy ground. Cold and cheerless was the blrthroom of the sweet singer, who told us that "A blast of January wind blew hansel In on Robin." From that rude bed, a bunk in the wall, the poet In the Darkest Days.' At Mount Oliphant, the story of work and want was repeated. Fate was against the pious farmer, For­ tune derided him, and the wolf growl­ ed at the door. Poor crops resulted from poor soil and poor seasons, and later, the gay poet looked back on these dark days as combining "the cheerless gloom of a hermit with the unceasing moil of a galley slave." But a book of songs was his delight, and whether following cart or plow, the verses cheered his work. Thoughts of the years of struggle crowded upon us, as we stood by the cold hearth and gazed into the dead ashes, which, like the poet's life, had flickered into brightness and died out. All about us was poor, and crude and Old. An old-time portrait on the wall, marred and defaced by tourists, was formerly the sign outside the house. Beyond the living rooms was the long, row of stalls and cowsheds of the gude man's farm. The best room is now a small emporium, fitted for the relic hunter. The new part, all spick and span, serves as lunch room and museum for curios. With sadness we shifted the scene from the birthplace, quiet, peaceful Ayr, to the burial place of Burns-- that dirty, brawling town, Dumfries. SWhat a pit wherein to sink his noble self! How the change muBt have rasped his finer nature! But the poet's crown had fallen. in the dust. The farm, chosen * in the interests of poetry rather than produce, had failed. Friends had deserted. The struggle for bread was maintained through the groveling duties of the excise. We challenge a more pathetic picture. The gay, reckless lover, the social success, the divine poet, the national singer, reduced to the role of petty detective among the Solway smugglers, prying for Illicit beer rde among the housewives! This-- starvation--for the wee, toddlin' things at home. So for business he seized the kegs and levied the fines; but for pleasure he dropped to the boisterous, rollicking crew at the tav­ ern. Amid this moral darkness there was no lessening of the mental light. From out of the depths sounded the sweet strains of his lyre. These last five years at Dumfries were the songs for shekels and he rapturously rolled out his ditties, caroling the pijr AOtes like a bird on the wing. "A Man's a Man.*' The year 1795 opened with that bugle-call to freedom, ,"A man's a man for a' that." Over a hundred years this battle cry of equality has thrilled the world. It is a synonym of the poet's name. This noblest paean of the peasant bard will ever be the watchword of humanity. By life's flickering candle the last love song was penned. Then the light died out in the socket. The discard­ ed poet became a dead hero, and a knell of sorrow was rung by a mourn­ ing nation. We read of the great honors at the last, a military • funeral, with arms reversed and muffled drum. Despite the shadows, let us catch the sunshine of his life. Remember­ ing that he made us heirs of an im­ mortal legacy, let us be grateful for the heritage, . throwing their veil of charity over every weakness, and as wo glbry in each worthy thought and noble song of this heaven-born poet, "We'll a' be proud o' Robin." Woman University Lecturer. The lecturer In domestic science on the University of California extension staff In agriculture is Miss Metta Edna Woodworth, whose home is in • King Edward's Bad Bargain. When King Edward agreed to place the hereditary revenues of the crown at the disposal of the nation he made a bad bargain. Instead of the reve­ nues, he agreed to accept a clear year­ ly sum of $2,350,000 and the nation is making a profit on the bargain. It amounted to $112,500 last year and is increasing. Among the properties as­ signed by the king were considerable portions of the west end. Rents have risen greatly. One instance is the 1 Carleton hotel, for which the ground rent was only $3,815 per annum, but which is now $21,000. Aid Earthquake Victims. Lord Brassey offered to erect, at his own expense, a large number of wood­ en cottages on the English model for the Bufferers by the recent Italian earthquake. The offer was accepted by the government. Spaniard Who Redeems Promise. Carlos Morales, president of Santo Domingo, is said to be unlike the or­ dinary promise-making Spanish-Amer­ ican, as dependence Can tie placed on his word. > / Post Cards Swel led Revenue. "Post cards a nuisance? Maybe, but I don't consider them from that standpoint," remarked the postmaster in a Long Island village yesterday. "It's these bits of cardboard that's going to help me get a raise in salary. You'd be surprised to know the in­ crease in stamp sales this summer over that of last year. From a sale of 3,000 one-cent last year my sales have jumped to more than 20,000 this season and with three months more to go. Of course, we have our trou­ bles--persons forget to attach stamps and all that--but the benefit by far exceeds the nuisance as some people say and I'm for the poet card every time." Ruins of Arbroath Abbeys, Has Record as Sportswonissl The countess of Orford, who pren lous to her marriage was Miss Louise Corbln, daughter of a New York rail­ road magnate, has an exceptional rec­ ord as a sportswoman, having hunt' ed with her husband in all parts of the world. Her ladyship is one of the few women who understand tarpon fishing, which sport she has enjoyed to the full In American waters. first looked out upon the world, and only so much daylight saw he then as glimmered through one foot of space. A few signs of his humble home remain unchanged, as the rack and dresser where Dame Burns kept her bowls and stirred her "parrltch." Above the dilapidated grate hung crane and hook, and about it hovered the brave heirs to honest poverty, through the bleak northern winter. We recalled the pic­ ture of. the household assembled at table, each with book and bowl. It was a model home, with parents intel­ ligent, honest, faithful. Amid such: Christian guidance, we wonder why the oldest son was not a better man. The bark headed in such a stream Should have sailed on life's river with a smoother current. But we find it tempest-tossed, borne down by bois­ terous winds'and deluged by sorrow. Standing on the clean "hearthstane," and looking into the "wee bit ingle," "Cotter's Saturday Night" took new significance. We realized that "from scenes like these, old Scotia's grand­ eurs rise." Here the quiet lad gazed into the flickering embers and caught the inspiration of his life. In the face of the "tall, worn cotter and priest­ like father" the lad saw that nobility which was glorified In "A man's a man, for a' that." In these two rooms, the peasant's butt and ben, the lad lived seven years. The father proved a luckless farmer, and the life was one Of grinding toll. • Burlington, Iowa. Miss Woodworth Is said to be the first woman to hold such a position in university exten­ sion work and her lectures were very well received by appreciative audi­ ences. She has devoted herself to sanlt&tlon of farmhouses, house-bulld- Ing the preservation of foods and cooking. Miss Woodworth's territory was chiefly the northern and central parts of the state, and the ranchers, a well-educated class of people, show­ ed considerable Interest in the move­ ment. Two Votes for Married Men. &oldwln Smith, the venerable Ca­ nadian publicist, believes that as an encouragement to matrimony two votes should, be given to every mar­ ried man. He ls^ very, fond of chil­ dren, who in turn lavish their affection on him. The professor delights in lis­ tening to their odd ways of expressing themselves. Not long ago while visit­ ing at the house of a friend he took a little girl on his knee and asked about a fine wax doll with which he had seen her playing. "Oh, I don't have anything to do with dolly any more," said the child. "We have a truly meat baby now, and that keeps me busy." Salary for Opposition Leader. Canada has enacted a law provid­ ing for the payment of a salary to the leader of the opposition in parliament. Here's no maid of sons or «tonr. Here's no girl of high degrefT Garlanded with laureled glory,™:. • Toast of knightly chivalry; C C h a t e l a l n s o f f r o w n i n g c a s t l e m e - ' - Oft have waked the poet's lyre, Roused the churlish serf or vassal. Touched them with Promethean fire. Here's no maid of old romances. Darling: of dim vanished years, Or no light o' love whose - glances Havoc wrought, gray grief and tears, Candid as grey, dewy dawn It, Artless as rich rippling rain; Shapely as shy supple fawn Is. Bounding blithely o'er the plain* Pure oval face fair as a flower. Thirsting for the dripping dew. Beauty is your sumptuous dower. Lilies lend their grace to you. Garlanded with tawny tresses, Like rippling spray of shaggy sea, » Which the blustering breeze caresses, Soft as music's mournful plea. The shy soft brow as sweet as slumber. The ivory breast as pure as snow. The milk white teeth 3n pearly number, The silvery laughter sweet and low; Big April eyes whose roguish glances. Witch like sweet starshine o'er the sea. And flushed with quaint and old romances And sparkling blithe with girlish glee. Shy and timorous as some creature Rambling through green, leafy glade, Fresh as foam each perfect feature, . A milk white delicious maid; And her lustrous eyes are gleaming; Grieving o'er some wounded bird. Like some chaste Madonna dreaming, When her tender pity's stirred. P'v the roseleaf face where beauty's dirtfti lng, f ? As tender as the dream of dawn; The piquant mouth with laughter swept; ing, The step as supple as the fawn. Bweet the shapely, sloping should®** With its Ivory rise and fall, '-V Charms the gaze of each behoUHf, 1 Like pure, snowy, marble wall. Her face is fairer than the flowers, > That gem the green cool dewy flela^. As heartened by sweet, savory showel* : Rare homage to the breeze they ytejg. Her cheeks have caught the tint of ross!» Her brow has filched the lily's glow, As drooping in the dell It dozes, To shyly dream of long ago! And her voice sounds low and tender. Soft as Swinburne's sumptuous straps And her eyes show queenly splendor, Pure as stars drenched with the rain. Brave Viking flag those tawny tresses* Rebellious as the whimpering breeze,. That shrinks as from the sun's caresses* As frank and chalnless as the seas. ,51 Rose, your beauty is a treasure^ 'Xf- Richer than Golconda's gold. Venus gave you goodliest measuNb Fairest fledgling of the fold. Juno lent you queenly splendor, • j-: Psyche sent you angel face, Bt. C eci'la's hand ao tender Touched you with ethereal grace! JAMES E. KIN SEI>LA*» Registry Division, Chicago Postofflce* . *1* • HAD THE WRONG GEN. PORTER RECORDB OF HOMING PIGEON# One Old Bird Accompanies a Certa^ft Train Every Day. : Homing pigeons are the craze in England just now, and on one recent Saturday between 200,000 and 800,000 birds were released in various compe* 4 titions. A number of these were raced to London from Retford and Branston. The distances are 127 and 113 miles* respectively, hut no birds of the sev­ eral thousand released made the trip in the traditional mile a minute, al­ though every circumstance of wind and weather was favorable to record breaking. Much better time was made in * contest from Teinplecombe to LondO#^ in which one bird made the 108 miles In ninety-four minutes, an average of sixty-nine miles an hour, and more than 100 exceeded a speed of sixty miles an hour. One of the oldest homers is a bird which makes its home around the rail­ way station at Liege, in Belgium. There is a train from Liege < to War remme which starts every morning at 10 o'clock. As soon as the train pulls into the station the bird commences to circle in the air, and as soon as headway is gained follows the train to its destina* tion, returning Immediately hornet where it flies about the station fitt the rest of the day. It pays no attention to any other of the trains, and no one is able to offer an explanation as to why this partic­ ular train • should be favored.--Nfl York Herald. Telephone Girl Thought of Occupa­ tion, Not Name. MI would like to speak to Gen. Por­ ter," was the telephone message received at the Planters' hotel, St. Louis, last week from a woman. But it was not the message that the tele­ phone girl thought. Instead of sum­ moning Gen. Pleasant Porter, who was stopping at the hotel, a message was sent for Henry Peters, the head porter of <the hostelry. He came. "All right!" shouted Peters Into the transmitter. "What is it?" "Well, I don't know anything about statehood," was the reply the hotel clerks heard from Peters after a short wait In the telephone booth. "No. I Just handle trunks and do general work. I am not expected to know anything about that" "You are Gen. Porter, are you not?" he was asked. "Yes, I guess I am--that is, the head porter, or the general porter, if you want to call It that." "What!" exclaimed the person at the other end of the line. "I want to speak to Gen. Pleasant Porter, who is a guest at the Planters'." Peters faded away. A page was sent for Gen. Porter. After a lengthy conversation Gen. Porter came 'out laughing, as though he had Just en- Joyed the best joke of his life. •That's one on me," he said, as he Invited the clerks to go with him to that part of the hotel which is closed on Sunday. "Don't you ever tell the story boys, for I want to tell it on myself." Distinguished Group. An interesting photograph, taken in 1867 at Fort Sanders, near Lamarie station, Wyo., on the Union Pacific railway, has been discovered. The picture shows Gen. U. S. Grant and his party while making a tour of the region. There are ^twenty figures, among them, besides Gen. Grant, be­ ing Gen. William T. Sherman, Gen. P. H. Sheridan, Gen. Grenville M. Dodge, Gen. John Gibbon, Gen. Wil­ liam S. Harney, Gen. Adam Slemmer, Brigadier General Frederick Dent, Brigadier General James C. Potter, Brigadier General Adam Kautz, Col. L. Cass Hunt, and a number of wom­ en and children, wives and daughters of some of the officers named. The picture is an interesting souvenir of the early days of the great railroad that has transformed the old "over­ land route," that in the '50s was not traversed even by the mail in less than twenty-three days between St. Louis and San Francisco, Into a high­ way of travel, over which express trains pass In three days between Chi­ cago and San Francisco. ; 8h$ Didn't Know Beans. tow class in botany at the Towson high school this year was given some practical work to do. Each member was required to plant some beans and report progress. Some time after tke beans had been put into the ground the instructor called on the class to tell what they had noted. All went well until she came to one of the young women. "What have you to Ba3\ Miss ?" asked the teacher. "My beans did not come up right," said the pupil; "they backed out of the ground and I pulled them out and burled them again, leaving the sprouts above the soil. They came up as at first, and I put them In right again, but the old, things backed out again to-day, and I don't know what to do with them." It was some time before the young woman could be made to understand that nature requires that the bean come out before the Tine appears.-- Chicago News. Hew "Jake" Mudgett Explained It. The story is told that "Jake" Mud­ gett, a veteran conductor on the Sa­ lem branch of the Boston & Maine/ railroad, being sent for by the super­ intendent, went in fear and trembling to that official's office, and was con­ fronted by the following question: "How is it, Mr. Mudgett, that about the same number of people ride on your trains every day?" "Jake," replied: "Well, yon see, sir, there are so many people who prefer to ride with me that when they can't come themselves they send substitutes." Buys Theater tor Mission. Mr. B. Vlckery* a leading member of the Methodist church, In New Sonth Wales, has bought the Lyceum theater and hotel In Pitt street, Syd­ ney, and some adjoining property, for about $170,000, and intends to hand the whole over to the Sydney Cen­ tral Methodist mission. Adern Gloves With Mirrors. Ike latest Paris fashion Is gloves adorned with miniature golden or sli­ ver mirrors, attached to the palm. * He Was Accommodating. j. The domineering young man sessed a square chin and an insists voice, and had, therefore, been a suc­ cessful bill collector for a downtown installment house, says the New York Press. At last the inevitable hap­ pened, and. he hobbled into the office on a cane. r "You know that you sent me to col­ lect that old bill from Mr. Groucherly, and not to be any too polite about it? Well, I wasn't." "You look It," said the manager* surveying him. "Well, I goes Into his office on the 1 fourth fioor and yells out: 'Say, you Groucherly, I want you to foot this Mil!'" "He looks me over quietly a mo­ ment, and then asks me: 'What's your name, young man?' " 'Aw,' I says, getting tougher, 'WU* 11am Is my name, but call me BUI Now, I want you to foot this bill right away, see?'" "Did he do so?" broke In the man­ ager. "Sure; he footed this Bill down four flights of stairs and didn't ask receipt" Calendars Brought Good Prices. Some years age one of our leadtpp , life insurance companies received 111 application from a man in a small town in Vermont to become a local agent. The request was granted, and the usual blanks, forms, etc., were sent him, together with a liberal supply of elaborate advertising calendars of th« company. i , Not hearing from the agent for sev­ eral months, a letter was sent to him, inquiring what prospects he had for sending in some business, to which he replied that, while he had talked to most every man in town about insur­ ance, he had not been able to get any real applications yet but that he was working hard to sell the calendars, and had sold some as high as 25 cents, but sold one for 10 cents to a man who had promised to take out a policy ty soon. In a postscript he said: "Shall ,! send you the money I have on hand now, or shall I wait until I have sold calendars?" Hard on the Tramps. . Mt.'Grumpps--I'd Just like to KB##- /What good all these cooking-school lessons are doing our ^daughter. Mrs. G.--Everything she cooks she brings home. "Yes; and none of the ffcmily will touch 'em, and the things are just thrown away." "No, they are not She gives them to tramps." "Ugh! What good does that do?" "We are getting rid of the tramps." --Stray Stories. • Visits American Universities. ? Prof. Wilhelm Paszkowski, special teommissloner from the emperor of Germany to. visit American universi­ ties, has a list of fourteen Institutions that he expects to visit in order t» establish closer relations with the universities of Germany. Trades Unions In France. The growth of trade unionism IP % France has been very rapid. The title under which the unions are known In France is "Syndicats 1*0*68810™^^*'$' They were first authorized by law la 1884--a little over twenty years agfe fa 3 '••j* 8 fe} • ___ % " ;r.v.w »u 1111'nWffi"••--ii• •>'tjf«jtTi'W-lMimiin . •• nv "*1 « 1 y / if ^ 41