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Eng at 78e, i%c. Barley } 46c. Oats pg at 344 with quoâ€" atter â€" for ) loads at nd at $12 ld at $12 day were ak n $ iIns 12y quo B t 0 0 0 0 0 t ‘P, 19 0 0 ( 0 0 00 0 C0 2 00 0 50 0 00 9 00 0 0 81416 Ot) Of) O 560 12 0 2t ) 50 0 2 V 00 3ol4 i0 T C "Oh!" he says. " Waitâ€"I mean, do you mind telling me your name?â€"so that I can inquire, you know." "My name?" she says. "Yes. My name is Veronaâ€"the Princess Verona." and she smiles. 4 Hal stands turned into stone. _ A true Englishman, he respects rank. . This simple, frank girt, wnose arm he has been cutting about with his penknife, is a princess! What right has he to be warl:ing so far with so great a lady? He lifts his hat. "Idgod evening," hbe says. "I didn‘t She makes him a little bow, grave and demure, and is about to pass on, when Hial suddenly bethinks him. _ ¢ "Goodâ€"goodâ€"byc," says Hal, and he raises his hat. "I see," she says, musing. . "Well, I hor you will be happi." le doesn‘t bow, as he ought to doâ€" doesn‘t lift his hat; but, in blunt fashâ€" ion, he says: & "Thanksâ€"the same to you." And it is much to his surprise that, instead of smiling in reply, as an English girl would do, she looks dreamily before her, and sighs. Suddenlyâ€"too suddenly for Halâ€"she stops short at a little path. "I go along here," she says. "We is She stares at him, opening her dark eyes to their widest. "Your coachâ€"andâ€"four?" she asks. "Noâ€"no!" says hal, laughing, * m{ tuâ€" tor, Peter Bell, a clergyman who looks after me," he adds, with a smile, " and sees I don‘t get into mischief and fall into the water. _ Though, by the way, 1 bad to pull him out of the lake! He is at the hotel; it is too hot for him, and he stayed behind, reading the paper." "And are you going to be a clergyâ€" man?" she asks, thoughtfully. "Not I," said Hal, decidedly; "I‘m goâ€" ing to be a barrister, or going into the armyâ€"I don‘t quite know which. _ But it‘s holiday time just now." "I see," she says, musing. "Well, I with me." â€" She stares eyes to their "Your coa« "Noâ€"not" "Do they?" says Hal, ironically. "Not always, by (Gicorge!" There is a minute‘s silence after this subtle burst of satire. She breaks it. "Are you staying all alone?" "No," says lHial, "I‘ve got my coach "Will you*" she says, not eagerly, but with a frank smile of pleasure. " That is very kind! I shall be very glad! It is very quiet ard dullâ€"is quiet the righkt word? You see I do not speak English very well." "Why!" exclaims Hal, entbusiasticalâ€" ly, "you speak it perfectly! â€" Your gramâ€" mar is firstâ€"rate, andâ€"andâ€"in fact, you coukdn‘t speak it better if you tried." "Now you are complimentary," she says, "and that is not like your countryâ€" menâ€"they always speak the truth." _ . says. _ "Ard she‘s 1 that righte . Yes, th a beautiful place. Villa Verona:" "No," says Hal. he bositates. "That is where I staying," she says, fr tle white houseâ€"oh, Kehloss!â€"just by th "I know," says Hal â€"â€"I meanâ€"that isâ€" "Yes?t" "I thought," says ] his basket, with a ve 1 might, that you called to ask if that l hurt vour arm much. is very is very right w English lips. "Your sister," she says, thoughtfully. "Is she like you?" naively. "Like meâ€"Jeanne?" says Hal, indifâ€" ferently. "I‘m sure I don‘t know. No, I should say not. _ Jeanne is very pretty." "The Konig‘s Schloss?" she says, nodâ€" ding. "Yes, 1 know it. It belongs to a great English milord, doesn‘t it? What is his name?" "The Marquis of Ferndale," said Hal. * Yes, that is it. Your English names are so difficult to remember. _ Fernâ€" dale, that is pretty." "Yes," says Hal, carelessly; "his name is Vane, though; at least, that‘s what we all call him. He married my sister." "Whatâ€"the hook?" she asks, innoâ€" centliv. "That‘s all right," she says, "and now I‘ll go for my book; I left it on tbe grass." "Here it is," he says, handing it to her; "is there anything else?" _ "No, thank you," she says, "ard now I will go and not disturb your fishing any longer." _ "I shan‘t fish any more," says Hal, decidedly. "I‘ve got quite enough." _ "For goodness sake don‘t call me that!" says Hal, laughing. "It makes me feel like the idiots who go about with a knapsachk and dressed like mountebanks! No, I‘m staying at Forâ€" bach till some friends arrive. _ They are coming to that castleâ€"Schloss, they eall itâ€"on the hill there." "No, your arm," explains Hal. "But," he adds, "that‘t out of the questionâ€" they never do." Hal rurs back, and, after a litti« search, finds the volume; it is Tennyâ€" son‘s poems in Italian. _ _ _ "Yes," she says; "and the sun is sinkâ€" ing, too. _ Are you going to Forbach*" "Yes," says Hal, longing to ask where sbe is going, but not daring to. "Yes, I‘m staving at Forbach." % "Ah, yes, you are travelingâ€"you are a tourist?" she says, curiously, _ "SALADA" "1 thought," says Hal, fumbling with : basket, with a very red face, "that might, that you wouldn‘t mind if I led to ask if that beastly hook hadn‘t rt your arm much." "Will vou*" she savs. not eagerly. but TY Do Not Confound That is where I liveâ€"where I am ying," she says, frankly. "It is a litâ€" white houseâ€"oh, not so large as the loss!â€"just by the church.‘ 1 know," says Hal ~"Perhaps I might meanâ€"that isâ€"â€"â€""‘ Ceylon Tea with those of any other brand, as imitations abound. _ / d only in Sealed Lead Packets. 40, 50, 60c per Ib. By all Grocers. Highest Award QL Louis, 1g904. Black, Mixed or Green Tea. ~he is prettyâ€"and not like you," she s. _ "Anrd she‘s the marchionessâ€"â€"is t righte _ Yes, the Konig‘s Schloss is eautiful place. Do you know the LOVE AND A TITLE girl looks at him with a little smile playing about her mobile "Is thatâ€"â€"" and _ _"Ob," puts in Hal, "I don‘t mean that sort of thing. Anybody can see a princess in a carriage or at the theatreâ€"or at "I forget which prineess it was, but she was very fair and stout, ard looked in a pleasing mannerâ€"â€"*" _ |â€" _ 7 Suddenly the whistling ceases, and without looking around, he says: "Did you ever see a princess, Bell?*" "Did I everâ€"no; oh, yes, once, in Kenâ€" gington (iardens," says Bell, mopping his forchead and smiling meditatively, _ _ Then he leans his elbows on the open windowsil!l, and looks down into the street with more of thoughtfuilness on his face than it usually wears. He laughs, knowing well that "Old Bell" could no more throw a fly than shot a pheasant." Bell, meanwhile, returns to his letter, the completion of which is not greatly facilitated by the lowâ€" and incessant whistling which Hal carries on. "All right,‘ ‘he says, "we‘ll have a try toâ€"morrow. "All right, sir,/ says Hal; "I ghall pick it up in time. To tell you the truth that‘s the only thing that will give a forâ€" eigner the proper German acent. I‘ve got some fish. I wonder ‘whether they would let us have them for dinner ?" me ! they look very like English trout. I think I should like to try and catch some myself, ch, Hal * "I dare say," says Bell.peering into the busl_(e‘t‘. through his spectacles. "Dear "Wellâ€"well !" says Bell, leaning forâ€" ward and mopping his forchead; "but 1 wish you would address yourself with acquiring the languageâ€"â€"" _ _ _ _ "Whether I get into any mischief or not: thank you, sir. I‘ve been pretty good up to nowâ€"eh ?" _ _ _ _ "Oh, come sir," says Hal, lazily expostâ€" ulating; "I regard myself as a pattern of propriety." _ _ "Yâ€"es," says Bell, with a little dry cough of hesitation. "And it is evidently the favorite and fashionable resort of every fly in Forâ€" bach,‘ says Hal, striking out wildly at a cloud of those insects. "What are you doing, sirâ€"besides melting, I mean * "I‘m writing to your excellent aunt, my boy!" says the Reverend Peter. "I promised her that I would let her know wheâ€"â€"" "By George ! it‘s like an oven in here, and"â€"looking at the reverend tutor with merciless candorâ€""you look halfâ€"baked, "It is hot, Hal," admits Bell, "remarkâ€" ably so. It is true this room faces the southâ€"â€"" Kitting by a table at the open window is the Reverend Peter Sell, writing a legâ€" ter with one hand, and beating off the gnats with the other. Perspiration is upon his forchead, for the gnats are nuâ€" merous and the battle has waged long; his sleek hair is twisted by the heat, and his long coat of Oxford mixture is dusty ; but he looks up with the old goodâ€"temâ€" pered smile, and grects the youth with the old : "Well, Hal ?" "Well," says Hal, dropping into the chair nearest the window, and pulling the curtains into something like a screen, Hal looked up the winding path, and then at the strcam, and lastly toward the vilage, with a puzzled and slightly dazed look on his handsome, boyish face. Then he lights his pipe, puts up his rod, and sauntors though the valley, up the clean little street, which is nearly deserted, sare by the little cart drawn by its two dogs; by the stableman at Der Krone Hotel, who apparently do all their work while leaning against the posts outside the gate, and by the little humpâ€"backed fruitâ€"seller, who sits under the huge yelâ€" low umbrella, looking like a china image in her green dress and snowy white cap. Hal, pulling at his pipe, éoes up the hot, white strect, nods to the stableâ€" keepers as they bestow an elaborate bow upon him, stops to stare at and pat the two panting dogs in the milkeart, buys three ripe figs off the old woman, and then clatters through the paved hall of the Kronc, and, clattering up the broad staire, saunters into one of the old rooms on the first floor of that most respectâ€" able hotel. "Well," he says, "well, yes, then, I will call, your highness !" She smiles and holds out her hand. "(oodâ€"by, Hal Bertram," she says, and Hal, uncovering, takes her hand, and shakes it, boy fashion. The next moment she bas flitted up the winding path and is out of sight. "No %? Hal Bertram, then, she says, evidently anxious to please him, "why will you not call ?" "Because," says Hal, then he stops short; "because I didn‘t know that you were a princess,. Your people, you seeâ€" I mean your people wouldn‘t thank me for being so freeâ€"andâ€"easy. I‘mâ€"wellâ€"I expect they wouldn‘t consider me good enough. I‘m not a prince." BR "My name is Bertram," says Hal "Harry Bertram. I‘m called Hal." _ "Hal," she repeats, and the name for the first time sounds in the boy‘s ears like a note of music. "Hal Bertram. It is a pretty name. _ And why will you not call, Mr. Bertram *" "OMfended !" echoes Hal, taken aback. "No, how should you ?" "Then why wil you not call ?" she asks innocently. "No ?" she says, with a little puzzled smile. Will you tell me your name ?" _ "Oh !" says Hal, "don‘t call me Mr. Bertram." s "What is the matter? Have I offend ed you, sir?" P know. _ Of course I won‘t call. _ Good evening," and he is about to turn away, when he feels a soft, warm hand on his B i o Ir t B We Then, with much and eloquent abuse of the pie dish, he performs his limited toilet and goes down. Bell has saved a seat for himâ€"a wise &reaution. for the long, narrow table lined on both sides by a company that, however mixed as regards status and naâ€" "It‘s what old Bell would call an adâ€" venture," he says, smiling. "Why should not I call 1 Of course it‘s the proper thing to do. Yes, I will !" 3 Then he takes out the fishingâ€"hook, and looks at it curiously. _ _ 7 "A princess !" he says. "Princess of what, and what is her father the King of 1 George, she‘s too goodâ€"tooâ€"too jolly to be a princess ! Shall I call toâ€" morrow ? PorI;mps. when they hear I‘ve run & fishing bhook in her arm, they‘ll seize me nng order ine off for instant execution !*"and he laughs. _ _ _ _ Hal runs up to his room, his serviceâ€" able boots ‘still clattering on the polishâ€" ed floors; but instead of making straight for the washingâ€"stand, with the ridicuâ€" lous pie dish and milk jug, which German hotelâ€"keepers provide for ablutionary purposes, he seats himself on the bed, and slowly rubs his head, as is his way when he wants to think. "Just so," says Hal. "Hullo! there‘s that old cracked bell for the table d‘â€" hote. What a blessing one doesn‘t have to put on swallowâ€"tails. I‘ll just wash my hands and be down in a minute. Kee a place for me, Bell, and, say, 1 wisg you‘d ask them if they‘ve got a bottle of Bassâ€"that yellow wine, with ten stomachaches to a bottle, doesn‘t agree with me !" And he clatters out of the room. Bell puts up his writing caseâ€""A preâ€" sent from the parishioners to the Reverâ€" end Peter Bell, Curate of Newton Regis," inscribed in gilt letters on the outside thereofâ€"and, sighing softiy, slowly desâ€" cends to the Speise Saal, or diningâ€"room. _"So do I, Hal," he says, "Iâ€"I am an old friend, and, of course, it‘s only natâ€" ural that I should wish to see her, and rejoice in her happiness, isn‘t it 1#â€"only natural." Bell looked up with a moist look in his y eBs . .2 l s . "Just soâ€"you‘re right, Boll!" he says, coming into the roo3, and beginning to stride up and down, as is his wont when excited and energetic, which he is once in every quarter of the hour. "Gad! there aren‘t a ‘gooder‘ girl going than Jeanrne. Thoughtful! why, Bell, if we would have allowed it, she would have lavished every blessed penny of her inâ€" come, enormous as it is, is, on us! Look at the money she gives me â€" more than I want, mors than I‘d take, only that I mean to use it properly, and do something in the future to make her feel it hasn‘e been thrown away. Beli!" he goes on, stopping short, with his ecyes flashing, "there isn‘t another girl like Jeanne in the whole world ! andâ€"and 1 wish this fortnight were here, and she was with us now." "Quite well, and happy, I suppose," says Hal, absently; "why shouldn‘t she be? She never was one of your melanâ€" choly mopes, at the worst of times, and she‘s got no reason to be now, by George!" "Noâ€"no," says: Bell, thoughtfully; "Jeannc, she‘s happy! s you say, how could she be otherwise?" And, with a sigh: "So good, so unselfish, so thoughtâ€" ful of othersâ€"how could she be otherâ€" wise, ch, Hal?" _"She was quite well, I think you saidâ€" andâ€"happy?" inquires Bell, softly, and blushing timidiv. "When did you hear last, Hal, from Jeaâ€"from the marehioness?" "Oh, when?" replies Hal, half out of R hy SAni e the window again. "Why, a week or two ago, wasn‘t 17 "Did he, by Jove?" says Hal. "Then I‘ll take care to give instructions that I‘m out wherever a big man with a bald head and shaggy eyebrows puts in an apâ€" pearance." "My dear Halâ€"â€"" "Oh, thank you, Bell, I don‘t want to be killed by another interview with a German who doesn‘t understand my lanâ€" guage, and thinks I understand his. No, you shall receive the major domo. Haven‘t I avoided the castle for that very reason, although I‘m dying to see what sort of a place it is?" No castle that was ever built is good enough for me, until there are some people in it who can speak my native tongue. Making great preparations, are. they, Bell? It doesn‘t seem real, does it? Fancy Jeanne having half a dozen castles to choose from! (George!, most people are content with one. I begin to believe that when that longâ€"nosed woman at Badenâ€"I forâ€" get her nameâ€"said to me: ‘Your sister‘s a lucky, very lucky, woman, Mr. Baarâ€" trarm," shc_abou:t spoke the truth." Bell sighed, and nibbled the tip of the penholder. S c o o ul e dn Ne O N0E VRaERET ing u? yesterday afternoon. It is a wonâ€" derful place, Hal, truly grand and wonâ€" derful, and, of course, I saw it at a disâ€" advantage, as the whole place was in a state of confusion with Vane‘sâ€"I mean the marquis‘â€"expected arrival. By the way, a very amivble and goodâ€"natured gentleman, a major domo, who seemed to ave the general direction of the whole, on being informed by me that you were a brother of the marchioness, declared his intention of coming down to the hotel and i’nquiring if he could be of any serâ€" "No, Hal," aays Bell, blandly. â€" "I don‘t remember that I have." 9 "Hem!‘ comments Hal, "Supposing one meets a princessâ€"andâ€"and gets into confab with her, is it the right sort of th‘igg to call her ‘your highness‘?" | o qomnan t o Avapar e Aning c WWinuts Bc d Sorin o M cially on the continent. The higher orâ€" ders of nobility are more numerous with foieigners than with us," "That means that princes and dukes grow on every bush, like blackberries, in Germany," says Hal. "Wel, a princess is a princess anywhere, isn‘t she, Bell?" "Certainly, my dear Hal," assents Bell, sedately, "but I fail to gather the rele vancy of your questions." "Merely a wild kind of cackle on my }n.rt,” says Hal. “Perhapc I‘m going in or etiquette, now I‘m going to visit at a real castle, and live with a real live marâ€" quis.’ Have you been up to the castle yet? Madame Tussaud‘s. Were you ever in the same room with oneâ€"ever epeak to ‘Certainlyâ€"I should say so," says Bell, but with undisguised uncertainty. "I‘m not quite sure; oh, yes, but not too freâ€" quer‘tly.. What makes you ask, Hal?" "I‘say, Bell," he says, "ain‘t it a rather rum thing for a princess to be trotting about alone? I fiangied that they were generally attended by a companionâ€"a what do {ou call it, sort of attache?" "Not a ways," says Bell. "Oh, no. esneâ€" F1 P C enatyPopmstrciaieg®® us t an har Thes wsackd ~\‘"Merely the thirst which consumes me !og every kind of information," says Hal, grimily. Bell smiles and goes back to his letter, but Hal has not finished yet. â€" "Oh, when?" Bell blushes. I took an opportunity of walkâ€" _ and happy, I suppose," rntly ; "why shouldn‘t she r was one of your melanâ€" it the worst of times, and reason to be now, by t, Boll!" he says, aud beginning to is his wont when which he is once died in order that his patients should not be pressed for payment by his adminâ€" istrators. There was the spirit that exâ€" alts the medical profession above any mere science.â€"New York World. _ Yet against any record of blunders it magrbe worth while to offset the action of Dr. Michael K. Warner, of Baltimore, 0100 00 _ 4A _ â€" ThA 4. d s cicocondiieaatioaeisnicrmind viahainnirate to a hoq:itbal where his or her ailment was diagnosed as "intoxication." _ who destroyed his accounts before he From time to time the news columns of the daily press tell how some unforâ€" tunate has died of injuries and disease after having been taken in an ambulance Years ago a clever woman reporter visited the offices of a number of physiâ€" cians, gave them an identical statement, and each named a separate complaint and prescribed a different course of treatment. : John R. Millspaugh, serving a short sentence in the Detroit House of Corâ€" rection for a minor orfence, boasted that he could deceive the physician ottached to that institution. . He was taken ill and the doctors believed he was feignin illnessâ€"until he died. Then they lgoung they had deceived themselves. These two men died on the same day. Ailmâ€"nt Varicusly Piagnosed ard Dif. ferent Treatment Prescribed. Ceorge W. Hennessey, a life saver, exâ€" amined by a physician of the United States Marine Hospital in New York and pronounced â€" "physically fit," dropped dead a moment later. " tionality, is united in its vigorous at 12 7 7. meak Bel has procured a bottle of Bass â€"which, by the way, goes down on the bill as "Pa lm“ flhfi:d six foups exénanges N "for woile apparcntly soup, exchanges it for mfi raw salmon soused in vinegar, Hal imediately and emphavrcally declinesand is about to bring him the next dish,when {he turns aside to usher in a new and a | late arrival. He is a short, thin individâ€" | val, whose face is so covered with a net: work of wrinkles that he may be ninety, but whose upright bearing and light step would lead one as readily to believe that he was fifty. â€" His hair, which was iron gray, is cut short to his head, his musâ€" tache is thick, and white as snow, and 'his breast is covered by orders and deâ€" { corations. _ (12) DeKol Jewel (4679) at 2y 1m 54; milk, 303 lbs; fat, 8.13 lbs; butter, 9.49 lbs; owner, J. W. Cohoe. x (11) Homestead Mercena (4678( at 2y 2m 6d; milk, 2082 lbs; fat, 8.19 lbs; butter, 9.55 lbs; owner J. W. Cohoe. (7) Aeme Molley, (4677) at 2y 3m 10d; milk, 337.2 lbs; fat, 9.14 lbs; butâ€" ter, 10.66 lbs; owner, J. W. Cohoe, New Durham, Ont. + (8) Bewunde Aggie Pearl, 2nd (5795) at ly l1m 11d; milk, 209.8 lbs; fat, 8.6 Ibs; butter, 10.03 lbs; owner, George Rice, Tillsonburg, Ont. (9) Jchanng Wayne Do Kol (4828), at 2y l10m 24d; milk, 253.6 lbs; fat, 844 Ibs; butter, 9.84 lbs; owner, . W. W. Brown. (10) Inka DeKol Waldorf (4411) at 2y 5m 12d; milk, 248,1 lbs; fat, 8.34 Ibs.; butter, 9.73 Jbs.; owner, W. W. Brown. (4) Dora Pictertje Clothilde (4029) at 2y l1m 20d4; milk, 373..5 lbs; fat, 11.08 Ibs; butter, 12.93 lbs; owner, S. Macklin, Streetsville, Ont. (b) Reryl Wayne‘s Granddatughter (4412) at 2y 14d; milk, 281.3 lbs.; fat, 10.16 lbs.; butter, 11.85 lbs; owner, W. W. Brown. (8) Daisy Akkrum DeKol (3652) at 3y l1!m 23d; milk, 267.1 lbs; fat, 10.06 Ibs.; butter 11.73 lbs.; owner, W. W. Brown. _ (3) Betty Waldorf (4023) at 3y 304; milk, 386.8 lbs; fat, 11.21 lbs; butter, 13.08 lbs; owner, W. W. Brown, Lyn, (1) Sara Jewel Hengerveld (4407), at 4y 2m 254 ; milk, 583.1 lbs; fat 19.79 ibs; butter, 23.09 lbs; owner, W. W. Brown, Lyn, Ont. _ o (2) Speckle (3844) at 3y 8m 264 ; milk, 375.2 lbs; fat, 11.49 lbs; butter, 13.40 ibs; second week, milk, .389 lbs; fat, 11.84 lbs; butter, 13.81 lbs; owner, W. W. Brown, Lyn, Ont. c 000 4 Twelve additional official tests are reported by G. W. Clemons, Secretary of the Holsteinâ€"Friesian Association of Canada. All of these were made under the direction and supervision of Prof. Dean, of the Ontario Agricultural Colâ€" lege, and may be relied upon as strictly authentic. ‘The most noteworthy recâ€" ord is that of Sara Jewel Hengerveld, a fourâ€"yearâ€"old cow owned by W. W. Brown, Lyn, Ontario. The i%llowing is the list: Mothers who have suffered the misery of restless nights at tecthing times, and watched their babies in the unhelged agony of that period. will weleome the safe and certain relief that Baby‘s Own Tablets bring. Mrs. W. G. Mundle, Yorkton, N. W. T., says: "When my little one was cutting her teeth she sufâ€" fered a great deal. Her gums were swollen and inflamed, and she was cross ard restless. I got a box of Baby‘s Own Tablets, and atter starting their use she began to improve at once, and her teeth came through almost painâ€" lessly. The Tablets are truly baby‘s friend." This medicine is guaranteed to contain no poisonous opiate or harmful drug. It cures all the minor ailments of little ones, and may safely be given to a new born child. Full directions with every box. Sold by all medicine dealers or sent by mail at 25 cents a box by writing The Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. _ Bell looks a 't:im'o’i(i*]â€"»;aâ€"y-el: for silence, and the dinner proceeds. _ _ _ _ _ _ "Bell‘s right. Princesses and that kind of thing, grow like blackberries in this country," thinks Hal. "A princess and a count in one day is not bad." Every one looks up and stares, as evâ€" erybody invariably does at a new arrivâ€" al, and the waiter, with much fussy emâ€" pressement, makes room to place a chair next to Bell, and requests to know, in an audible voice if "his Excellency, Count Mikoff, will partake of any soup ?" _ His excellency, with a comprehensive bow to the company, seats himself, wipes his moustache with a napkin, displaying a hand almost white, and then falls to at heus?up. & "If his excelency is a Russian he ought to en‘joy that soup," whispers Hal; "for there‘s plenty of grease in it." _ _ TEETHING WITHOUT TEARS. SOME HOLSTEIN TESTS. ERRORS OF DOCTORS. (Ta pbe continued.) TORONTO With Modern Devices Steamships Are Safer Than Railway Travel. In the presence of the fearful loss of life in accidents on our railroads it is with relief that we contemplate the everâ€" increasing safety of travel by sea. Year after year passes by without any of the important passenger steamers that eross the Atlantic Ocean, or other occans on which passenger travel is heavy, meeting with an accident that causes risk of life or limb to the passengers. This fact is the more remarkable when we remember that ocean travel has inâ€" creased by leaps and bounds during the past decade; that not only are there more steamers following the lanes of travel, but that they are running at rauch hig‘iler speed. The mail steamers ecme and go with a â€"re ity apâ€" proaching that "of the E:-L:nr{ilroad schedule, and it takes the very fiercest of Atlantic midwinter gales to interfere seriously with this punctuality. In seekâ€" ing for the causes of this remarkable immunity from accidents, we have to look not at the natural, but at the buâ€" man elements of the situation. l Seas are as broad and tempestuousas ever; fogs as impenetrable as those that It may be seen, therefore, that if thieves are able to break into armorâ€" clad depositories with such ease, they are far more certain of success in robâ€" bing private apartments. There are varâ€" ious sorts of criminals engaged in this kind of robbery. In winter months the sneak thief and house burglar are those chiefly employed in this vocation, and in summer their ranks are swollen by the "hobo" burglars, who return from looting country banks and postâ€"offices. â€"New York Tribune. The modern burglar is also more wanâ€" tonly destructive than his predecessors. His us of "dope," or itrog!lycerine often causes a greater damage to a building than the loss made by the theft itself. Even when he jails of getting loot he leaves a scene of wreckage behind. Of the $1,250,000 in losses occurred _ by baks, of which mention ‘has already been made, more than $300,000 repreâ€" sented destruction of property. In robâ€" beries of dwelling houses and apartâ€" ment houses the damage averages about oneâ€"tenth of the total loss. "We have come to the conclusion that the strongest vault built can be opened or cut by an expert safecracker. With the improved safecracker _ appliances abroad they can cut through five inches of chrome steel as easily as you or I go through a piece of chees with a case knife." Impressed with facts like these the government officials at Washington deâ€" cided to instal an electric burglar alâ€" arm system in the treasury department in addition to the oldâ€"time _ "strong vaults." As Mr. Taylor, the assistant secretary of the treasury, said at the time: This increasing dread of the burglar is due to the fact that he never was more formidable or more active _ than at the present time. In these days of greater wealth those temptations which are so alluring to the thief bave been multiplied. Consequently there are more diamond robberies, and crimes of a simâ€" ilar character now than in the past. The discovery of more effective tools and more powerful explosives has also aidâ€" ed the robber, and although he does not attempt as often as he did to blow up the big city banks, because of their alarm systems and special patrols, his ravages in country districts have grown to an alarming extent. At the present time four out of five bank burglaries are committed in towns of less than 1,.000 inhabitants. In the last eight years 776 banks situated in such communities were attacked, with a loss of $1,250,â€" 000. Safes once regarded as burglar proof have been shown to be _ little stronger than soap boxes in the hands of expert thieves and cosequently many companies will not insure country banks at all. In spite of strongest safes, more cunâ€" ning electric alarm systems and more complete methods of identifying criminâ€" als, the burglar seems to be _ feared nowadays much more than he used to be, An evidence of this is the tremenâ€" dous growth of the burglar insurance business in this country in recent times. A little more than 10 years ago practiâ€" cally all effort to insure people against theft proved futile. Companies â€" were organized for this purpose, but after many vicissitudes they ended in failure. Since that nearly a dozen corporaâ€" tions have come into existence, and so large is the business they do that in the last year they paid over $3984,147 in burglary losses. In the same time they collected $1,386,610 in promiums. â€" _ can hide from the early appr:uch of day in the deep shadows of tall walls, and he can drown the click of his "jack" or the report of his safeâ€"cracking blast in the roar of passing trains or cars. In certain parts of the city just now the unusual activity of thieves has causâ€" ed a veritable ganic. In East New York, for example, there have been so many burglars and sneak thieves abroad that men and women sit up nights with all manner of firearms handy to repel atâ€" tacks. Five thefts in the region boundâ€" ed by Bradford and Fulton streets, Arâ€" lington and Miller avenues, were reâ€" ported recently in a single night. In the eastern section of Harlem 30 burgâ€" laries h.uve occurred in the last 10 days. that the burglar seeks the city. The country then has become too dangerous The nights are so short that he can hardly get to work on a job in the hours when folks sleeps uonn‘efi before ‘the light begins to break. In warm weather too, people leave their windows open; and should he have to use a bit of dyâ€" namite in overcoming a particularly stubborn lock, the explosion, breaking the deep stillness of the country, would be sure of arousing the neighborhood for miles around. In the city, however, the thief can work more safely. He This ominous bit of parody is especâ€" ially npp?&te for New Yorkers at this time of the year when so many citiâ€" zens have locked up their houses Orf apartments to spend a while in tbe country. It is in the vacation months SAFETY CF OCEAN TRAVEL. When folks are far away The burglars make hay. Wiggâ€"When your friend the prize fighter retired from the ring. why did he choose the coal business?* Warzâ€"Wen, you know he always trained as a Ughtâ€" Neither is there reason for _ saying that peace makes cowards except as it makes men who abhor bloodshed and repudiate wholly the barbarous notion that differences of opinion as to men‘s rights may be arbitrated by wholesale slaughter,â€"Detroit Times. But that it cultivates the careful! and conservative kinds of courage, better than they are cultivated in peace there is no ground to believe. To make men warlike there is no doubt war is necessary, and that . it tends to make them overbearing and truculent is highly probable. 4 That training has been man‘s from time immemorial, and the training men bave had from occasional wars is insigâ€" nificent compared with the everyday training of everyday men. Has man developed no courage exâ€" cept what war brought out? The thought is absurd. Not a day passes that some men, a fireman, a police ofâ€" ficer, a coast guard, a sailor, or some voluntary hero does not give up his life in trying to save others. Who can number the host of women who have laid down their lives in the eare of the sick? Every one knows they have courage equal to men withi the limits of their peculiar spheres of duty. It is evidencâ€" ed not alone in those acts connecled with the care of children which have caused so many women to face fire, shipwreck, tornadoes and wild beasts, but in the care and defence of the weak and helpless generally, _ The vitaldefect with the view he exâ€" presses is in the narrow and _ brutal sense in which it appears he uses the word courage. § Have women, who never go to war no courage?* _ C L Perhaps the French editor might reply that to let the bars down to that exâ€" tent war furnishes just enough scope for the exercise of man‘s ferocious tenâ€" dencies to keep his virtue in running gize and better control in the ship itâ€" self, or the wonderfully sensitive and refined apparatus at tL command . of the modern navigator, we need but reâ€" fer to two of the very latest safeguards, in the form of wireless telegraphy and submarine signaling, to show that the present immunity from accidents is traceable to clearly recognized human causes. "Brunetiere, in the first place favors war for the virtues of devotion _ and courage it fosters. To preach peace, he says, is to ignore the invigorating and_ ennobling effotts of warfare. Nations, like individuals, must keep strong, brave and resolute, and peace is a school of cowardice when carried to an exâ€" treme, No doubt unimportant disputse ought to be arbitrated, for, after all, war means slaughter and misery and waste but it is well for nations to fight occasionally for honor and vital issues generally." Of course such a position from a man so eminent has aroused a storm of protest, and his critics point out that to carry the argument to its limit, Mr. Brunetiere should also include ducling as a defense of private honor and free fights as a defence of private rights. The officer of the Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse states that on the last trip over, when the ship was four miles distant from the mouth of the River Weser, he plainly made out the signals conveyed from the lightship there. Furthermore, as the vessel neared _ Nantucket, and when she was about four miles distant from the lightship, he heard through the telephone the signal "66." This conâ€" sists of six strokes of the bell, a pause, and then six more strokes of the bell, which is the Nantucket lightship code signal. At about the same distance from the Fire Island light and from the Sanâ€" dy Hook lightship the respective signals were distinctly audible. The value of this device in preventing collisions beâ€" tween approaching ships is evident, for it has this advantage over the foghorn, that the direction of the approaching vessel, whether from port or starboard, is determined at once by the fact that the sounds are audible to the port or starboard â€" telephone.â€"Sciertific Ameriâ€" is carried. We have so frequently deâ€" scribed the device in the columns of the Scientific American that it is sufficient to say that at the lighthouse or lightâ€" ship there is a bell upon which signals are sounded and that upon the ship is carried a receiving device in the form of an iron tank attached to the inside of the plating below the water line, from which wires are to be led to teleâ€" phones in the chartroom or on the bridge. One receiver is placed on each side of the ship, with separate wires from each, and by the use of the teleâ€" phones the officer is able to hear a bell that is being struck at a point many miles distant from the ship and deterâ€" mine its direction. French Writer Says Peace is a School of Cowardice, t +R We all like frankness and admire ® man who has courage to match his conâ€" viections. Such a man is Ferdinand Brunetierre, the French editor, who in the Revue Des Deux Mondes defends war. The lastâ€"named invention is a close rival to the wireless telegraph in the great increase that it has made in the safety of travel on the sea. Testimony to its efficiency was recently given by an officer of the Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse, upon which the new equipment His views are digested in the Chicago Recordâ€"Herald as follows: cver the surface of the deep; the sunken reefs, the shifting sand bar, the variaâ€" ble current and many another natural u:o of marine disasters still b.‘t“t: path of the nav . Therefore, 10 the trimphfioft-invmtion and the perfecting of human control and manâ€" agement that we must look for an exâ€" pianation of the all but absolute security of steamship travel toâ€"day. The secret of this security is to be found both in the structure of the ship itself and in the marvelously ingenious devices which science and invention have placed at the service of the navigator to guide him in the more perilous phases of his duty. Without enumerating those eleâ€" ments of waterâ€"tight subdivision, vast gizre and better control in the ship itâ€" baffied the early navigators still brood IS WAR NECESSARY ? o ( t | & 3 *# ;3 44