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vmm jgmm :• •; ;.v:r; •• m AN HONORABLE PRECEDENT Wftsm V>.vm»MK ss - •dfaH • • - • V • ; ^ • • •(1 • • 11 - .-̂ vt? - ;' • a' '.- •\ . o UT don't you think," said I , to Miss Hewitt, "that the end justifies the meansT' ; She shook her head. "'Oh, no," she said; "that's Jesuitical." "Well, now, here's an example," I fcUggesteri. "You are anxious to sell the contents of this stall, aren't you ?" "Oh, ytV responded Miss Hewitt "And you would be delighted if some one were to come and buy it all up? It would be of such use to the chari­ ty."-:, "Certainly," said Miss Hewitt, promptly. . \ "And would vex Miss Chudleigh uverK the way?" I added. Miss Hewitt looked at me with sus­ picion, but I'm sure I was very de­ mure. "Oh, it would be nice, of course, to be successful." she assented. "It would mean £50." "May I trouble you for another ice?" said I, feeling that I was bound to do something after that. "Thank you-- strawberry. Well, as I was saying, if you could find a means of getting rid of all this, and thereby benefiting the charity by so much, you would feel dis­ posed to take it even if it wasn't quite --well--quite, you know?" "I wouldn't do anything dishonest" put in Miss Hewitt quickly. "Oh, I wasn't talking of anything dis­ honest," I protested. "I was only thinking that there might be other means, not dishonest, you know, but just a little--well, not quite convention­ al, you know." "What sort of means?" asked Miss Hewitt curiously; "Why, now," said I, "you have sold very-little all the day, haven't you?" Miss Hewitt bit her lips, and a dis­ consolate look came into her face. "While I've been here," I said, "you have only disposed of two pairs of stockings, one woolen qq^nforter for the her face took on many. expressions. "But you " she began and stopped. "Do you remember her?" I asked." "Of course," said Miss Hewitt snap­ pishly. • . ••• • • . "Well, then," I said, "why am I hor­ rid?'-',.'" :./• :'r J She paid me no attention, but began shifting the things upon the stand in a reckless way. : "Oh." I exclaimed suddenly. "I see what you were thinking of--you thought I meant--I see now. You thought I was advising you to sell Miss Hewitt got redder than ever. "I didn't think anything of the sort," she exclaimed hurriedly, and dusting away at nothing, "and I wish you'd go away if you're not going to buy anything." "I should like another ice, please," said I. Miss Hewitt was somewhat taken aback, and looked as if she would like to speak, but she only frowned and dumped another ice upon the counter. "But now you have suggested it," I went on, considering, "it's not at all a bad idea." Miss Hewitt movedrto the other end of the stall, and sold an­ other pair of stockings. "It's quite worth thinking of," I said, when she was within hearing again. "I'm glad you mentioned it" '-'I never mentioned anything," she retorted, hotly. "No, of course you didn't mention it" I agreed, "but I don't see why you should be angry, because we are dis­ cussing calmly " "I'm not discussing anything," she observed, tartly. "No," said I, "but if the Duchess of Devonshire thought it a good deed to purchase what she considered the wel­ fare of her country by allowing voters to kiss her, I don't think you should be offended if for the sake of an cemetery iernice McNett visited jo last vra$k» with hot weather, "and a sort of--a kind of-- -•I didn't quite see, but I thought i| WOODSTOCK looked like a " lneral services of Mrs. W. Dixon "I know I haven't sold,much," brokJd from the M. E Clufrch on Fri in Miss Hewitt hastily', and with ;fniug and interjnent took place slight accession of color. "You have, only bought a few ices." I looked meditative. "So I have," I 6aid, feeling that another call was made upon me. "I wonder if I might --no; perhaps better not. I suppose you haven't such a thing as a baby's perambulator, Miss Hewitt?" Miss Hewitt was not amused; she had only an eye to a bargain. "No," she said, eagerly, "I'm afraid I haven't; but I've got a very nicely dressed cradle, and some rattles--and sometiir editor a Matheir S. Smit rl% ucw- ef such an act of self-sacrifice In these days?" Tasked. "Of course," said Miss Hewitt,) watching some people go by with great interest, "if--if they only--only pre­ tended to." "But if there was an accident?" I ventured. MiSs'Vrfewitt apparently did not hear this. "Do, you really think," T persisted, "that a woman--a girl, would do a thing like that?" "She wouldn't--she couldn't--of course, the Duchess did not let it pre­ tend to be done--in--before any one else.,' "Not, for example, in a, room like this," I said, looking around the bazar, "How then?" "Afterward," murmured Miss Hew­ itt, behding down to pick up a pin, I suppose. "Oh," I said, 't|be would only prom­ ise then?" Miss Hewitt said nothing. I rose. "Well, I am afraid I must be really going," I said, holding out my.hand. "I think if she were really honest she would have to keep her proYnise," said Miss Hewitt in a low voice. I looked at her, but she Was not look­ ing at me. "I think you have given me two waltzes to-night," I observed. "It isn't very generous usage." "I'm sure it's quite enough," said Miss Hewitt, firmly. V "Well, at any rate, let us sit out the second,'" I suggested. Miss Hewitt looked at me in sur-. prise. "I thought you liked dancing?" she said, innocently. ~ "Oh. sometimes," :f- said. "But we might have a talk in the conservatory. It's sure to be very hot" . "Do you think it is?", said she. "Certain." "Oh, we'll see," said she nonchal­ antly. I turned to go. "By the way," said I, leaning on the stall confidentially, "shall I leave you the £50 now? And then you can 6end the things to the hospital at once, you know." Miss Hewitt avoided my eyes. "I didn't know " she began, and broke off. "Perhaps it would be bet­ ter." she murmured. I offered my hand. "To-night then," I said. She did look at me at last, but it was quite by accident--just the sort of accident that happened in the conservatory.--Black and White. SMUGGLING WITH SNOWBALLS. ' '• „ STRANGE COMMERCIAL FAITH. itt?" I asked. Miss Hewitt leaned, staring at me r a moment, and then a look of intel- "Ah," said I, shaking my head, "I'm afraid it's not old enough for those things." She sighed and glanced across the way, where Miss Chudleigh was en­ gaged in a roaring trade. "I think I might have one more ice," I said, very bravely. It was not so very hard, after all; the heat was very great and they soon melted. Miss Hewitt was very nice about it "Are you sure you ought to?" she asked, doubtfully. "Miss Hewitt" I said, "you are much too scrupulous. That is the reason of your failure. And yet you would have sold me a cradle and rattles with perfect equanimity, knowing that I am a bachelor. The inconsistency of your sex is a puzzle," I remarked, shaking my head. "Oh, but I didn't think about that," said shevwitb a blush. "I only thought you wanted " "Come, then," I said, "what would you do to get rid of all your articles of commerce?" Miss Hewitt's eyes opened. "Oh, if I could only do that," she exclaimed, "Well, how far would you be pre­ pared to go for it?" said I, insinu­ atingly. She paused. "I'd--I'd give up the ball to-night," she exclaimed, impul sively. v . I shook my head. "I have no means of gauging the value of that renuncia tion," I said, thoughtfully, "but possi­ bly it is greater than the one I know which would enable you to sell your stall." ' - - • ; "Oh, do you know a way?" cried she, breathlessly. ' "Why, certainly," I said, still reflec­ tively.:'-^)!;^ "Mr. Randall, tell me," she pleaded, clasping her hands and putting her elbows on the stall. She looked eager­ ly into my face. I really had no notion until that moment, but somehow her action put it into my head. "Have you ever heard of the beauti­ ful Duchess of Devonshire, Miss Hew- ..rli Jests/' she remarked, disdainfully "It's not a jest" I answered, reas­ suringly. "* •-'vn're all the borrider, "Then you're all. the horrider." she returned, feigning, to be busy with her commerce. , "But," I said, in perplexity, ",I don't see--I only asked you if you remem- bered the Duchess of Devonshire--the* one that what's-his-ndnio painted, you know?" Miss Hewitt was much embarrassed; v-:7 : ' •• -people are "always so pafETP lar," I said philosophically. Miss Hewitt's indignation broke forth. "Do you suppose, Mr. Randall," said she, sarcastically, "that one would al­ low any one that wished to " 'Oh, I never said any one," I inter­ rupted, hastily. "No, certainly not any one." She looked at me with undisguised hauteur. I glanced about the stall. "I should like to have a lot of those things," I said. "I could send them to a children's hospital, you know." Miss Hewitt's face relaxed slightly. "They would be very useful," she said. "It would be £50 wouldn't it?" I ask­ ed. as if entering on a calculation. "Yes," said Miss Hewitt, with a lit­ tle show of excitement "forty-five if one took the lot" I fingered my pocketbook and hesi­ tated. "I am afraid " said I. "I0u see I forgot I had promised to buy a quan­ tity of flowers for the infirmary," I remarked, glancing at Miss Chudleigh's stall. Miss Hewitt's face fell, but she said nothing. I took out my pocket- book and extracted some notes, divid­ ing my looks between the two stalls in a hesitating way. "I think the children in the hospital would like the toys very much," said Miss Hewitt nervously. "Yes, they could play with the stock­ ings nicely, couldn't they?" said I. She paid no heed to this remark. "I wonder if Miss Chudleigh would do what the Duchess did," I observed presently. "Perhaps you had better ask her," said Miss Hewitt sarcastically. "Oh, no," I said, hurriedly, "I was only wondering. For the sake of the poor, people do make sacrifices, I sup­ pose." 1 "I don't believe she did let them--let them kiss her," remarked Miss Hewitt after a pause, and contemplating a wooden horse. "Don't you?" I asked, looking up. What did they do, do you think?" Miss Hewitt examined the toy care­ fully. "Oh," she said indifferently, "I should think she merely pretended." "Pretended?" I echoed. "Yes, they only kissed--just--not (quite--I mean they didn't really touch her," she explained with more interest in the horse. I considered this. "But some of them," I objected, "would not have been content to be put "off in that way. They must have really •" "Oh, if any one liked to be rude and take advantage like that," she said, disdainfully, "she couldn't help it, poor thing." "No," I assented, "I suppose she couldn't, and she must have hated it all the time." "Of course she did," said Miss Hew­ itt, now inspecting a doll. "But she did it out of a sense of duty --to benefit her country," I concluded "A man would never have been so unselfish," said Miss Hewitt "Never," I said emphatically. "But do you think th£t women are capable Clever Ruse of Russian Soldiers to Hoodwink Customs Officials. Until within receut years the Russian frontier on the German boundary was guarded in a surprisingly weak man­ ner for a nation so ^completely under military rule as the Czar's great em­ pire. But now there is a strong cordon of garrisons only a few miles apart and a careful patrol service between them. The chief duty of these garrisons is to prevent smuggling and the introduc­ tion of nihilist literature into Russia. The duty is hard and monotonous, and ;the Czar does not like to have his best trained and most effective regiments sent out along the boundary line. For the "most part these garrisons consist of young recruits from the east­ ern and central provinces of Russia. They are seldom expert soldiers, and the lax discipline they are under is further weakened by their excessive drinking. Their small pay is doled out to them twice a month, and every ko­ peck of it is immediately expended in vodka. After the vodka is gone they employ their spare time in making raids across the boundary line into the German farm yards to supplement their meager rations. Along the entire boundary line be­ tween these two countries there is a series of great open plains. Over these an icy east wind blows In winter, and the only way the soldiers can keep alive on their patrol is by the building of wood fires between the posts. Even then the patrols frequently have their limbs frozen in their monotonous marches to and fro. Hence it is not at all difficult to smuggle across the boun­ dary, and indeed it is suspected that the soldiers often add to their small pay by making deals with the smugglers and turning their heads the other way when they pass by. Two very novel attempts were made last spring by the smuggling fraternity, both of -which proved successful. In one qase late one night a band of men in G^rnany began snowballing some villagers on Russian territory, and the Russians returned the attack. In the snowballs thrown from Germany, how­ ever, yards of fine Brussels lace were concealed. The method proved most successful, for even the secret police did not discover it, and the guard of the frontier certainly had no idea of what was going on. Quite as efficacious was the bringing in of thousands of nihilist proclamations through Silesia under the very eyes of the garrison. These proclamations were in the hol­ low staves carried by a. body of men who passed themselves off as pious pilgrims entering Russia on a sacred journey.--New York World. c&ow Bread Cas^ Upon the Waters of Trade Comes Back After Many Days --KnOrnious Investments in Modern Business Methods -- "What's in a Name?" - Trade Marks and Their Defense. a If our forefathers could looif down on fnodern business methods they would at the first glance conclude that 'modern merchants were as mad as March hares. After they had become thoroughly ac­ quainted with the magnificent systems which are used by our great railroad cor­ porations and mammoth trusts, they would conclude that the age was an age of magicians, and not of fools. The ma­ chinery of business has kept pace with the improved machinery of our mills. In­ deed, the merchant of to-day avails of no little machinery in the conduct of his every-day oflice work. Patented systems of copying, of duplicating, wonderful let­ ter files, and hundreds of neat aids to olfice work have multiplied very fast dur­ ing the past few years and within the last month. The Graphophbne has gone into active use in business offices, so that the merchant can dictate all his eorrespond- lu-e to a machine which records it on a wax-coated cylinder, from which, at a ater hour, the typewriter can reproduce it for the mail. The marvelous developments of modern business show more strongly in the matter of advertising than in most other branch­ es. Vast sums of money are apparently thrown away in this direction. When a great commercial house spends two hun­ dred thousand dollars during a single year in newspaper, advertising, there ist "How do you do it?" untiliricr in Ilia inrnnfAmr of fliA plnSft nt* AnAiirrh Whc Highly Honored Women. Two illustrious English womeu who celebrated this year the seventy-fifth anniversary of their birth are Flor­ ence Nightingale and Jean Ingelow. The heroine of the Crimea is a tall, gray-haired woman, with fine, open face that has a nun-like serenity. She Is inclined to be stout, while Miss Inge- low. the poetess and novelist, is small­ er and le*s robust of physique. Each is the object of much attention, though from the nature of her career Miss Nightingale has been the recipient of more public honors. Perhaps the most remarkable event of her life, to regard it from a worldly point of view, was her refusal of the testimonial of £50,000 offered her after the Crimea war. Young Tutter--Miss Clara, suppose that to-morrow evening I should call again, and having nerved myself up to it. suddenly, while we were conversing, I should without a word throw my arms around your neck and deliberately kiss you--what would you do? Miss Pink erly--Oh, Mr. Tutter, don't ask me to look so far ahead.--Brooklyn LiftK. "Jack writes that the steamers were so crowded that some of New York's swell set had to come over just as their grandfathers did." "How does he mean --in sailing vessels?" "No; in the steer age."--Brooklyn Life. When a physician bits'a man s dis­ ease on the third guess, the people feel that he is the smartest man alive. nothing-iu the inventory at the close of the year which will represent the outlay. The papers have been printed, distributed, read and again reduced to pulp in the paper mill, while the merchant's good money has been paid to the publishers. Prudent men, even of the present gener­ ation, hardly comprehend it. Thousands shake their heads, and invest their own money in bricks and mortar, feeling as^ sured that they can depend on possessions which they see rather than invest their money in building up something which to them seems visionary. ^ A true philosopher of the olden time put over his door the legend, "Things in­ visible deceive not." The bankers and builders of his day sneered at him as they counted their gold and reared their solid buildings. But he had Scripture for his warrant, and modern advertisers are the direct followers of his philosophy. He labored to show men that gold might be stolen, buildings might burn, substantial possessions turn to dust and disappohit- inent, while skill, education and character,, though invisible, could not be stolen nor/, destroyed. The modern advertiser goes- tnuch further, and proves conclusively that a mere name may be worth a million if it is well known and well respected. "What's in a name?" finds forcible an­ swer in the columns of our daily papers. The shrewd school boy, who puzzled his companions by daring them to spell houseclvaning in seven letters, and then solved it by spelling Sapolio, must have recognized -the intimate connection be­ tween thege'two ideas which has been built up by a vast expenditure of money. The five letters, P-e-a-r-s, though valueless singly, are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars when used in connection with soap. The printed matter, painted signs, and countless devices to make the name popular pass away annually, almost as fast as they are paid for; but if properly managed, the trade name accumulates and carries forward the value as a per­ manent investment. An article of real worth, clearly named and widely made known to the public, is sure of a brilliant success. Sapolio affords abundant evi­ dence of this. Its great usefulness, its distinct but descriptive name, and its al­ most uh'iversal use has resulted in as great success to its manufacturers as in assist­ ance to the housekeepers of the world. Such an investment as the trade-name Sapolio needs no fire insurance, and can­ not secretly be conveyed to Canada. If tampered with or infringed upon, it must be done openly, and modern law with each succeeding year recognizes more forcibly than before the rights of trade-name own­ ers, and punishes with greater alacrity attempts at infringement. The manufac­ turers of Sapolio have successfully over­ thrown countless imitations, and we un­ derstand that they are now prosecuting dealers who silently pass another article over their counters when the customer has plainly asked for Sapolio. This is a new departure in law, but is clearly equitable. It promises to add another link to the laws which assist in the defense of trade marks and trade names. An attempt to imitate is always despica­ ble, except when monkeys or stage mimics are thereby enabled to amuse an audi­ ence. Yet although the history of trade furnishes no instance of a really success­ ful imitation, still hundreds attempt it every year. In the office of the Sapolio manufactur­ ers there is a Chamber of Horrors where the proprietors keep samples of the many cakes of imitation stuffs which have been* vainly put forward only to meet with prompt failure or to drag out a profitless existence through a few years. The pub­ lic is too discriminating to buy an inferior article on the assertion that it "is just as good as Sapolio." The man who attempts to deceive by imitating the name or appearance of an­ other man's goods is a self-proclaimed liar, and however general the vice of false­ hood may be, it is a fact that even liars have no sympathy for one of their kind. The public asks no better proof of inferi­ ority than that the goods are pushed for­ ward under the cover of a better reputa­ tion, and the Chamber of Horrors in the Sapoli6 building tells in plain term*-4i§w the public recognizes and despis/es such attempts. It is not an empty faith or visionary speculation that leads these well-known manufacturers to expend hundreds of thousands of dollars in constantly re­ minding the world of Sapolio. Years of intimate acquaintance have taught them that the public knows a good article and is willing to pay for it; that the market for fine goods, whether it be butter or fruits, or laces or diamonds, yes. or good scouring soap, is never glutted. They have become intimate with the people. Sapolio is a household word, always spok­ en with good will, as if it were a familiar friend. The thousands who pass by The Sun building on their way to and front the Brooklyn Bridge, look up with a smile as "they recognize the jrreat sign which now overhangs the ruins of French's Ho­ tel, and say: "There it is again," when they recognize the seven letters arranged under-the seven days of the week, with the brief statement that "if used every week day it brings rest on Sunday." The great white wall looks as though it,h/id been cleaned with Sapolio, and a verse'un- derneath gives the comforting assurance that--' This \y,orld is all a,fleeting show, oij'.) For man's illusion given; iu/.. But woman, with Sapolio. Can make that show a heaven. Poets, artists, designers, clever writers, many of whom would not condescend to touch on trade topics in an ordinary way, do not hesitate to set forth the merits of Sapolio. It is a simple solid cake of scouring soap, but the sun never sets upon its sale. From New York to San Fran­ cisco it is found in every household, light­ ening the housewife's care, and, like the" great men of the world, wasting itself to make everything around it brighter. In Honolulu, Nagasaki. Shanghai, Bombay, Ceylon, Calcutta and Alexandria it forms a chain which binds the West of civil­ ization with its Eastern edge; while over Australasia, the African colonies, and the countries of South Africa its sales are "very extensive. This slight record of its successes and systems is a good proof of the value of modern advertising, and we have coupled it with some facts relating to the disas­ ters of those who have not followed the broatt theory of advertising and create# a name and reputation for something dis­ tinctively-their own, because We would not by painting a tempting picture of suc­ cess lure thoughtless people to make the mistake of supposing that servile imita­ tion would lead tlieca to the same thing. Josh Billings coyers the ground, "Never oppose a success. When I see a rattle­ snake's head sticking out of a hole, I say that hole belongs to that snake, and I go about my business." A UNIQUE TOWN. Probably It Doesn^'t Kxist, but It's • Perfectly Feasible. • "' "I live in a town," ̂ said the gentle? man at the hotel to the reporter look­ ing fpr an item, "that is unique in its way.'-' "What's the town?" inquired the re­ porter. "It doesn't make any difference what the town is; ItMs unique." "In what does its uniqulty consist, then?" asked the reporter, seeing that he was balked on the previousquestion. "It is self-supporting and there are no taxes." "Geewhiilikins!" exclaimed the re­ ported, "give, me its address. I want to go there right away." "No," said the inhabitant of this Ar­ cadian vilalge, "I shall not do anything of the kind. We don't want any, more people there at present. We may after a while, but as yet we are not ready £^r an-increase." : ' : "What kind of a town is it?" . "Ah excellent town, of course." . 1 should say sO. Why don't you put It in a dime museum?" ' „ - , "We don't have to; we can support ourselves easier than that." : \ Simple enough. When we laid out the town fifteen years ago we made it a corporation that could carry on its own business. In this way the town in the disposal of lots sold only every other lot, so that now it owns half the ground it occupies. These lots it gave long leases on at figures which enabled lessees to build good houses on for business and dwelling, and on condi­ tions quite as favorable, if not more so, than those had who bought outright. We had the country around us, good in agriculture, mineral, water and transportation to insure a town, and when it was once started it went ahead, until now we nave between 5,000 and 7,000 people, and our ground rents pay all our expenses and practi­ cally leave no city tax. Then we have some other sources of revenue from the money the corporation put into manu­ facturing plants and mines, and on fggjSc whole we are iu clover as a coin- muuity." "Now, look here," pleaded the re­ porter, "give a fellow a chance. Tell me the name of the place and let me go there, too." But the visitor was close-mouthed and the reporter went away unsatis­ fied, even the'hotel register conveying no information i^it was of any value. Detroit Free Press. . ACROBATS IN COURT.. Three Tumblers Secure Release by Performing Before a Judge. At Pefidletonf Ore., the court-room was transformed into It gymnasium in order that the Judge might establish the guilt or innocence* of three prison­ ers. They were Sam Budd, James Will­ iams and Charles Brown, and they had been arrested under the vagrancy act After they had passed the night in jail Marshal Means took them before Re­ corder Dash for trial. Budd, the leader, informed the Re­ corder, who is police ^udge>-that they were not "vags," but were making their way to Spokane, where they had an engagement as tumblers. Their appear­ ance seemed to give the lie to this state­ ment and the Recorder called upon them to verify their assertion by doing some tumbling. The prisoners said the big table in the court-room was in the way, and that there was no space In which to perform their feats. Acord- ingly the Judge ordered the Marshal to remove the table. This was done, and then the professed tumblers said they could not perform without their tights and shoes. These were accordingly supplied them, and sOon the "vags" were transformed into contortionists, rigged out in the apparel usually worn by such persons. By this time the court-room outside the rail was crowded. Inside were Re­ corder Lash, Marshal Means and the three transformed "vags." It took only about three minutes to convince the Court that the prisoners were really what they claimed to be. No better tumbling has ever been seen in Pendle­ ton, and the "circus" was highly enter­ taining. The Judge and other officers of the court forgot they were trying men charged with breaking the law by having no visible means. of employ­ ment, and loud rounds of applause dis­ turbed the accustomed dignity of the place where offenders are brought to Justice. The prisoners were them dis­ charged. : .. •* fi Sets Up a Dog's Right to Bite. James Armstrong, of New York, owner of a big St. Bernard dog that bites, claims as long as the animal keeps the bulk of his body' on private property he can project his head and mouth into the public highway and bite passers-by without breaking the law. Samuel Wilkinson, who was bitten, takes the other end of the argument, 'ifnd says that lie will sue Armstrong for serious injuries. While he was walking past the house lie received the bites. Mr. Wilkinson says: "I am willing to swear that the part of the dog that bit me was out upon the pub-; lie street where I was. It does not matter where the rest of the dog was. The offense of biting was committed with the dog's mouth, and it is of 110 defense for Mr. Armstrong to prove that the hind legs and tail were on his ground. I don't care where the hind legs were, as they took no part in the proceedings." Paper Socks. , The day of the paper collar passed away some years ago, and, though pa­ per is used to-day in many more forms than were ever dreamed of a few dec­ ades back, this cheap article of haber­ dashery has almost disappeared from the market. But there is promise that it will have a worthy successor in the paper sock, which is the latest novelty to be ground out of the pulp mill. The mechanism has been perfected to paper yarn of such consistency that it is ca­ pable of being woven into fabrics soft enough for wear. A special merit is the cheapness of this newly devised material, socks being produced at a re­ tail price of about 3 cents a pair. At this rate there is no reason why the whole world may not be supplied with foot coverings. At 3 cents a pair the bachelor's life will become giadsome and happy. It is said that substances can be used in the preparation of this material to make the socks so imper­ vious tc water that they can stand sev­ eral washings before falling apart. Cowardice of a Large Eayle. The claim of the eagle to the title of king of birds seems to be slightly clouded by an incident reported from Stafford Coupty, Virginia. A gentle­ man down there was watching an un­ usually fine bald eagle grandly sailing around in the air a few days ago, when he noticed a little bee martin rise in the air and make straight for the eagle. He wondered what the martin's object could be, and was surprised to eee lt sail in boldly to tear the feathers out of the big eagle. But he was amazed to see the eagle, after a few moments of effort at beating off the little bird, sail away in full flight, making every effort to escape from the martin. The mar­ tin followed up closely for awhile, making a savage jab at the eagle every few yards, but was finally left behind through the superior retreating pow­ ers of the big eagle. His Plan. ^liggs--Will you not suffer from the heat herein th'e city all summer? Djjrgs--Oh, dear, no; I married one of Boston's "four hundred." I wear an overcoat in August when I am at home.--New York World. The only~American order ever found­ ed wa* that of the Cincinnati, in 17S3. It waa soon dissolved, a. Society of Cincinnati taking its place. It was composed of the officers of the i evolu­ tionary war. • There is a loaf of bread in the-Agri­ cultural Department at, Washington made from the roasted leaves Of a plant allied to the century plant Another kind of bread is from dough of juniper berries. Voices of American Wom<env Critics would not permit to Ameri­ cans the comfortable consciousness of perfection, even If we were inclined to regard ourselves as perfect, says the Demorest Magazine. Most things Amer­ ican have been criticised by foreign­ ers, the American voice particularly. With calm superiority we ordinarily let the envious carping pass unnoticed, but when a critic rises in our midst we must pause a moment, because as an American he must be worthy of a little attention. A magazine writer has been scolding our women on the score of their voices in conversation. In the course of his article he says: 'Again, our women's voices are, on the whole, ungentle--that is to say. they are pitch­ ed unpleasantly high and hardened by throat contractions Into an habitual 'quaeky' or metallic quality. This un- gentleness is the one attribute of our women's voices that seems to have at­ tracted most attention abroad. It is the most striking American defect. Nasal­ ity has held that place in popular esti­ mation, but true nasality is not very common to-day in America; it seems to be dying out. The 'quaeky' quality of which I speak often simulates nasal­ ity, however} and is often mistaken for It. It has not yet begun to die out to any extent. To-day^ afflicts the ut­ terance of nearly all of ofir'Cruder girls and women, and of many of our gentle­ women, too. Even those who have given much time to the art of song ad­ mit It freely and unknowingly into their speech. It is a hateful tone, mean and pinched, opposed in its very es­ sence to all that is generous and win­ ning; the needlessly high pitch that commonly goes with it is utterly heart­ less and ungracious. 'Quackiness' and shrillness prevail less in the Southern States than in the Northern and West­ ern, but even Southern women are not free from it." Beyond. It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange countx*y, the Be­ yond, And yet not strange, for it has grown to be ' e The home of those of whom I am so fond; They make it seem familiar and most dear. . . As journeying friends bring distant coun­ tries near. - So close it lies that when my sight is clear I think I-see the gleaming/strand; I know, I fell that those who've gone froia here - * Come near enough to i«meh nay hand; I Often think, but, for our veiled eyes We should find heaven right 'r*uBsd U3 lie®. I cannot make it seem a day to dread Ti When from this dear einrth I shall jo«r- ' ney out • ' .'"v.".. To that' still dearer country of the dead, ~- And join the lost ones so lOrig dreamed ; about. "•- v I loVe this world, yet- shall I Iftnw to go And meet the friends who-wait foir me;. I know. ° v., And so for me there is no sting to- deaths And so the grave has lost it» victory; It is but crossing with a bated breath And white, set face, a little strip of sea*. To find the loved ones waiting on th» shore, More beautiful, more precious than btr fore. --Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Eskimo Marriage. In the land of the Eskimo, where Cu­ pid, as elsewhere, plays his part,/the rules and regulations pertaining to marriage, or, perhaps it we^Tbetter to say the public license, is decidedly nov­ el, and depends on the ^prdwess and strength of the masculine aspirant. An Eskimo youth is qualified to mar­ ry when lie has succeeded in killing a polar bear unaided, this feat being re­ garded as a proof that he is capable of providing for the wants of a famiiy. He starts forth at night to secure a wife, which lie does by seizing the first girl he can surprise unawares. She naturally screams and draws the en­ tire population of the village about her, and they, by raining sealskin scourges on the shoulders of the would-be hus­ band, aid the maiden in escaping. He pursues, running the gauntlet of kick and buffet, until be again secures his lady love. Should she«once more es­ cape and be retaken a third tin# by her amorous pursuer, the maidefl accepts her fate and becomes the y$ung man's wife. In Greenland the missionary is called to act as the matrimonial agent, and the wedding usually takes place upon the same day the proposal is made.--J. Florence Wilson, in Godey's Magazine. Lived Seven Years in a Hollow Tree. News reached the city recently of the death of James Bradley, which occur­ red at his home near Perry vllle, twenty- five miles north of this place. He was thrown from a mule and his skull was fractured. Bradley was 102 years old Back in the forties he killed a man named Johnson. He refused to be ar­ rested and said positively he would shoot down the first officer who ap­ proached him. For seven years he lived In a hollow tree and plowed and work­ ed his crops at night and made frequent trips to Selma, always coming and go Ing at night. He finally gave himself up, stood his trial, and came clear.--At lanta Constitution. Birds Cause a Fire. An outbreak of fire near the roof of a iwelllng house at Offerton this week Is attributed to a singular cause. It Is Burmlsed that, in building a nest, the birds had utilized a lucifer match, which by some movements of the feath­ ered occupants on Monday evening be­ came ignited. The fire brigade was called out, but the occupier of the house, with the help of the neighbors, had extinguished the fire wlieiu the brigade arrived. The damage was con­ fined to a part of the board near the roof gutter and a bird's nest.--Borou Gazette. , < It is not difficult to throw the blame on people who wear old clothes. Eternity.. Because the rose must fade*. Shall I not love the rose? Because the summer shade Passes when winter blows Shall I not rest me there In the cool airV Because the sunset sky Makes music in my soul, Only to fail and die, Shall I not take the wholo Of beauty that it gives While yet it lives? Because the sweet of youth •, Doth vanish all too soon, Shall I forget, forsooth, To learn its lingering tuno-- 1 My joy to memorize In those young eyes? If like the summer flower That blooms--a fragrant death-* Keen music hath no power To live Beyond its breath, Then of this Hood of song Let me drink long! . ] Ah, yes, because the rose Fades, and the summer skiea j Darken, and winter blows , All bare, and music dies-- Therefore, now is to me Eternity! , --R. W. Gilder. "I Love You, Dear." She looked at him with quick surprise, She looked at him with tear-brimmed eyes, Her tight-closed hand no motion shaped. No word her curlingSlips escaped. His eyes were bright, his voice was clear. He only said: "I love^ou, dear!" Her eyes were deep with anger's hue, They softened into tender blue; The haughty curve her lips forsook; Her hand lay open on her book, Then as he spoke he drew more near, And said again: "I love you, dear!" Where sweet love dwells wrath cannot stay; Her smiles chased all the tears away. She looked at him, "Ah, do not fear, I, too, can say, 'I love you, dear!' " His smile replied, "Our hearts are near, His words were still "I love you, dear!" Ah, when the fire of anger burns, And all life's sweet to bitter turns, When eyes are flashing, lips close set, Prepared to storm and to regret; Then happy we if Greatheart near Have strength to say: "I love yoa* dear!" Love at Nine. , What though old Boreas roars without And tears about unruly, My sweetheart's nestling close to me And says she. loves me truly! What care I now for other's smiles Or frowns, however plenty V She loves me, though she's only nine, And I am nine and twenty. None know my joy as I sit there. Her arms around me twining, For so-called love of selfish minds No more will I be pining. One can accept without a doubt The love that now is mine, For love can never truer be, Or purer, than ut niD£« Dear little sweetheart, may I ne'er Betray the love I cherish, May no unwitting act of mine Cause compliment as sweet as this. Though friendship may be plenty, Where one is truly loved by nine, And he is nine and twenty, ^ --Rochester Post-Express. --a Love's Seasons. Full-flowered summer lies upon the land, I kiss your lips, your hair--and then your hand Slips into mine; lo, we, two understand That love is sweet. r>he roseleaf falls, the color fades and . dies; * . The sunlight fades, the summer, bird-like, flies; There comes a shade across your wistful «, eyes-- Is love so sweet?- 1 The flowers are dead, the land is blind with rain; The bud of- beauty bears the fruit of pain-- Can any not revive the broken straia, Is love so sweet? The world is cold, and death is every­ where, I turn to you, and in my heart's despair Find peace and rest. We know, though foul or fair, That love is sweet. --Pall Mall Gazette. / Beggars are becoming so impudent, that busy people are disposed to neg­ lect their work and hide from them.