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lare unchanged MARLETS. "a:mers‘ Market. oard * eet‘s on Trade gec est nrice the ase Cattle Markets. eese Markets are quoted r beef. 8% acvance trace in noOnday es a big season‘s Intein>@s le is improviag and scoilee Wheat Markets. ng bushe toâ€"day were small. with sales of 100 + 19¢. Barley usâ€" vh 10 1 M TD On A tra 0 ) loads at »d at $ to ard toâ€"day, ere offere«d. the highest ®) w) NO 4) ) w %) at quotaâ€" eeting of here were Bidding, 4, sellers wh 3 season, iched on dealers c light e board sold at N d N bri m nat to reâ€" cceipts of nrices are $ 0 79 r move« lesalers into 13 1 retiy t spring 1y July n 10 0@ given & retail holiday ontinue 11‘ie r lb. 0 16 0 19 £ â€" TadF re is a 804 *% 14 d are drudgâ€" service i6 W AT€ 1¢ D i wi P p)‘)bbl)b)f‘)b)l)))))p;’,'),‘)'.)_.)‘.',.),)" a & L » C L » a & M “'})0)}))))")))))'))»))):)),,,,,‘,,,“)..)),”)”) The count‘s eyes brighten. If there is anything which a Russian finds irresistâ€" ible, it is a billiardâ€"table. He rises with his most polished smile, and Jeanze, with a polite excuse to the princess, takes him away.. ue i garita o. Miaene a + "SALADIA" In five minutes she is back again, and with an entirely different mannorâ€"oh, Jeanne, Jeanne, how can you be so deâ€" ceitful!â€"bends down anI kisses the swoeet face. "There!" she says, looking with laughâ€" inz eves into Veroma‘s startled face, "he is disposed of! Now come with me into my room. There is a cup of tea waiting for us, and no one can disturb us. Let us go at onee, or he will come back!" Verona eolors and allows herself to be CEYLON TEA is Pure, Delicious, Healthful and | Economical. } As Jeanne has said, a miniature tea service of costly Japanese ware is on the table jn the boudoir ,and Jeanne, with geatle strength, forces Verona into the easiest of easy chairs. "At last!" she says, standing over her, and looking at her with a protecting emile. "I almost despaired of getting rid oi him. he was so polite and courtly. Now, don‘t you think me very bold and forward to drag you here?" "I don‘t come against my will," says Verona. blushing. "I am very glad to come. Why are you so kind to me, marâ€" chioness ?" Invigorating and Refreshing "Because," Jeanne says, and then she breaks off; "don‘t eall me marchionesss; my name is Jeanneâ€"unless you would wish me to address you as ‘princess,‘" "Oh, noâ€"no!t" says Verona, "1 hate : the title!" Jeanne laughs, ‘"That is all right. And I may call you | Verona? We seem like old friends alâ€" ; ready," says Jeanre, pouring out a cup | of tea. "Perhaps it is because I heard ' => much about you from my brotherâ€"" j "Your â€" brother!" says the princess, | bending her head over her teacup; "has he «poken about me*?" ‘ Jeanne nods. "Yoes, a great doal. Dear old Halâ€"you j ha v wit Oue liant, like some people, but so §OOd NU so strong and brave; and he is so unâ€" happy just now." The dark eyes hide themselves behind their long Tagbes. "Unhappy*" she murmurs. "Yes," says Jeanne, "very â€"very un happy. He has set his heart upon someâ€" thing which he thinks far, very far beâ€" yond his reach. Don‘t smile, Veronica." "I was not smiling," says the princess, raising her dark eyes, almost reproachâ€" are you, princesss*" "Neventeen," says Verona, softly. _ "Seventeen!" echoes Jeanne, clinking ber teaspoon. _ "And how old is the count * "The count! I do not know." "An," says Jeanne, slowly. "Well, poor lial has set his heart upon somothing vhich he thinks he never can . $aAUM. ind so hbe is unhappy. Veron@, he is my only brother, and I am unhappy when he is unhappy.” M ‘L am very sorry," says the princess. "It is not richt that he should be unâ€" She s carmine "It is happy andâ€" "And now tell _ me," "about the count. Where him ?" "Meet him*t* says the Jeannc; ‘and you aArC §$7!"s , him. How old is he, Veron«. "How old." she repeats, Wit frown. "I do not know." f "And are you ve? fond of The princess blushes a deflg "Fond of him?" she says. " M old friend and very kird." ‘I see." says Jeanne. "Afd have you been engaged to hi1 The princess considers. ‘Ever since I can remember, ) she says, so simply that the to Jeanne‘s eves. "My poor darling," she murmurs, as if she were an old woman, a mother syM: pathizing with a daughter. "Have anâ€" other cup of teat" she says. The princess looks around the room. "What portrait is that ?" â€" she asks, looking at an oil color of Vane. "That," says Jeaune, "that is â€"WY husband," ‘The princess regards it fixedly. "How handsome he is," she s8Y8. "and how young. Then she looks at Jeannce. "And you are youngâ€"although you talk soâ€"soâ€"matronly.â€"how happy you must be,/" and she sighs. Jeaune laugks a cold, mirthless laugh. "Do you think so*" she says "Yee." says Verona. "You are young and beautifzlâ€"â€"ves, very veautifulâ€"and we or twice." Jeanne smiled. "More than onee or twice, Verona." "Wellâ€"more. Heis very kind; he has has cauzcht some fish for us, and â€"and A CBO DRDTITUTET mt Bm s NP en evaned ding her head over her teacup; "has «poken about ime*" ‘ eanne nods. Yoes, a great doal. Dear old Halâ€"you o seen a great deal of him?*" l ()h, no, not much," says the princess, ; h a charming blush, "we have met : 10â€"0 L W it N Sotd only in sealed lead packets at 40. 50 and 60c per Ib. BY ALL GRQCERS. HIGHEST AWARD ST. LOUIS, 1904 i coutrse, he is only a boy stops suddeniy, *A he isgo kl.;l‘(i“:.\!;a' g Yer_y 'fond of ]Iim?" PHASORDERTY 7 ays the princess he should be un nd good and brave and colors a deep » says Jeanne, re did you meet "Ard how long to him." princess. "lâ€" an old friend er, .‘""'“" ngo"‘ the tears rist with a little] "He is a YCOTY yâ€"how old ever since ber," says to marry searlet. e is he is young and handsome, and I know istâ€" you love him by the way in which you sith looked at his portraitr. Â¥es, you must vith . be happy!" and she sighs. him j _ Jeanne‘s lips quiver. & i "And you," she says. "You will be :md‘_ happy. You are going to marry Count â€"oh, ‘ Mikoff?" a4 cffi'y\ s e as She stops for suddenly the princess arises and throws herself on her knees at Jeanne‘s feet. "Do notâ€"do not say so," she says. "I am most unhappy. Iâ€"Iâ€"did not know it untilâ€" until a few"days ago; but now I know it and it seems unbearable. Do not talk of my marriage. They are alll talkâ€" ing of it, the count and Senora Titella, andâ€"and I cannot bear to think of it." And she bursts into tears. ‘Oh, you are married to the man you love," she goes on, elutching Jeanne‘s arm and hiding her face in her lap, "and you are happy and cannot understandâ€"cannot underâ€" stand." Jeannne, thoroughly frightened, bends down and kisses her. "Hushâ€"hush," she murmurs, with her eyes full of tears. "Don‘t eryâ€"don‘t cry, Verona. There may be some hope, some chance." *"*Noâ€"no, not for me," says the princâ€" esss. Then, with a sudden effort she arises and dries her eyes, pale and distresss_e_d. "Iâ€"Iâ€"torgive me," trying to smile. "Butâ€"but I do not know what has come to me. I cannot understand myself. Unâ€" til lately 1 did not feel like this. What is it,"" "1 will tell you," says Jeanne; "you are in love." "In love," echoes Verona, and a yarm flush suffuses her face and neck. With â€"with whorm *" "Let us go down," says Jeanne; * think my brother Hal will be down stairs." Verona looks at her with a hall frighâ€" tened look. "Your brother," she says hesitatingly, and still looking at Jeanne. "He has been very kind." _ s "Has he?" says Jeanne, lightly; "he is a good boy, is Hal; ah, a very good boy; a little rough and blunt." "Uo you think so?" says the princess, gravely. "I don‘t thinkâ€"â€"â€"" Jeanne laughs at the innocent heart laid so bare tor her to read. j "Yes, he is rough and ready, but he is good and true." i W j ze? + A The princess‘ eyes brighten. "Yoes, that I am sure," she says. "Oh, yes, good and true," and then she sighs. "Let us go down," says Jeanne; "we mustn‘t let the count mset us." } _ At the mention of the count, Verona‘s face falls again. _ ol a very different sigh this time. Jeanne and the Princess go down the front staircase and into the smaller drawingâ€"room, but the count has not returned. The fact is that they are quite delâ€" ighted with him in the billiard room. Does not some one say that your wellâ€" bred Russian is the most polished genâ€" tleman civilization has produced ? The count‘s manner is perfect ; just as he charmed Hal at the hotel, so he charms Nugent and the rest of them in the billiard room. Je can playâ€"is there any game of skill which a Russian canâ€" not play, but play well. While Verona is pouring her new and strange confiâ€" dence into Jeanne‘s sympathetic bosom, the count is winning halfâ€"sovereigns with the most charming skill ; he is the life and soul of the party, full of anecdotes and courtly stories which he tells even when he is making the most brilliant shots, his face wrinkled into a smile all the while. Oh, a most charmâ€" ing man ! & % yapo b s Cc octioas s Ina W c anarny. e ts sone ‘And as he likes winning halfâ€"soverâ€" eigns better than anything else in life, he is in no hurry to return and look after his beautiful betrothed. It was a lucky chance which led Jeanne to think of the billiardâ€"roomâ€"perhaps it was inâ€" stinct. ie uk uols 0 Sn Souge 1. se "Not come back "Let us go out into No sooner had the terrace, and ; green alley of lim upon a _ solitary . m QAREC + "<ot come back yot !" says Jeaunne, "Let us go out into the grounds." No sooner had they descended from the terrace, and gone down the first® green alley of limes, than they come upon a _ solitary figure, seated on a seat which comnands a view of the principal drive. He is smoking a cigarette, and is apparently watching most eagerly. It is Hail With a sudden, vivid crimâ€" son mantling over his brown face, he jumps up, and, flinging away his cigâ€" wrette, comes toward them with an exâ€" clamation of surprise. "Why, Hal!" says Jeanne, "are you composing & poem *" Pu "Hiow did you come *" says Hal, holdâ€" ing Verona‘s hand and taking no notice of Jeanune. "I‘ve been watching the drive," he says, innocently ; then he stops as Verona blushes. "We came up the sidewalk under the trees," she explains. +‘That‘s bow I missed you then," reâ€" marks Hal, naively. "How kind of you to come. And where‘sâ€"â€"" "The count ?" says Jeanne, demurely. "He is in the billiard room. The princess and I are going to walk around to the :fiut’r: gardens ; you may come, if you ce. 1 am afraid Hal would‘nt have waited for any permission. They go on some tci+rl» way talking commonplaces, the for any peMIi®®. little way N: princess V sh .'hy 100. e’;’Lfl behind, stopping by "Yes, we will go down," she says, with very different sigh this time. Jeanne and the Princess go down the cont staircase and into the smaller e way, and TaAl CIRMS _ , and says, in a low voice : q‘:l CREMU a "gradually Jeanne lags * Then gradually J shy, Hal yery eager ;ge't;â€";igfi some flower and Hal draws a little X .A l :s haven‘t you been for your usual drive?" She looks around timidly, and drops her eyes from his eager, wistful ones. ‘No," she says, softly. *Nor â€" b &e stream ?" says Hal. "Have you {oen ill 1" s "No, I am never ill," she answers. H:)!.h" Iâ€"have I offended you *" asks \ "Offended me !" © she echoes, raising ! her glorious eyes with a world of wonâ€" ‘ der and innocent reproach. "Oh, noâ€" no! why should you think so ?" *‘I didn‘t know," says Hal, anxiously. ‘Youâ€" you seemed to avoid me. . I ,feared t{at I had perhaps said or done something." i sc "Oh, no ! how should you ?" she inâ€" terrupts, with unconscious naivete. How could he offend her, or do, or say, anything wrong ! _ _ “-i{_o:l‘ t;u"ns'hâ€"i; head aside, and sets his teeth hard at that hated title,. Kp» â€""I have not avoided you ! Why should I + But the countâ€"" hn "The count thinks that I ought not to ride alone, or go out ; andâ€" and were you much hurt by your fall ?" and she looks around at his forehead anxiously. ‘\_"Hurt ? â€" Not a bit, says Hal ; did me good !" Soriky _â€""I can see the mark of the cut now," she said regretfully ; "I was so sorry ;ndâ€"’?nd I would have run to enquire, utâ€" ‘But they wouldn‘t let youâ€"I underâ€" stand," says Hal, so savagely that he frightens her, and instantly tries to reâ€" assure her by adding : "But there was no occasion ; I was all right ; a good tumble doss me good, as a rule. And my sister, Jeanne, how do you like her ?" "I love her!" says Verona, with & warm flush ; "I have never seen anyone like her ! so beautiful and gentleâ€"heartâ€" ed. Oh,I think you are to be envied, and her }msba.m{ ‘the great marquis,‘ as they call him, must be a very, very happy man !" "Vane ?" says Hal, looking rather puzzled. "Oh, yes ; he is very happy, I dare say ; we don‘t see much of him ; he‘s a famous painter as well as a marquis, and spends most of his time in his studio. You have not seen him yetâ€" you will directlyâ€"*" J l ! They get back to the drawing room, and there is the count, all smiles and polish, talking to Nugent, and the memâ€" i ber of Parliament. He looks up as the three young people enterâ€"how young i they all look against his wrinklesâ€"and ; his keen eyes rest on the princess‘ face, : but he greets Hal as if he were the dearest friend he possessed. . & "If I may," she says. "I shall be so pleased. "But," she adds, putting her hand on Jeanne‘s hand, imploringly, "you must not call me ‘princess‘ or ‘your highâ€" ness.‘ . I do not like itâ€"from you. Would you be so kind as to call me Verona?" "I haven‘t seen you lately, princessâ€" Jeanne takes the tiny hand, and draws her toward her. "May I% I will thenâ€"sometimes." And she kisses her. Hal‘s feelings, as he witnesses this, are more casity imagined than described. But he conceals them by vigorously picking some flowers, and making a bouâ€" quetâ€"the clumsiest that ever was made probablyâ€"hands them to her. "Will you take them?" he asks. Yerona takes them with a blush as vivid as his own. "You‘ve got flowers in your own garâ€" den a thousand times better than these, Hal tells me," says Jeanne. _ And she looks at her rough posy as though it were the most beautiful colâ€" lection of rare exotics in the world. the princess "You and the princess will dine w;?. us toâ€"night, count?" says Jeanne. "The prinee never leaves home, or I would inâ€" clude him." "““fiogt-;";ielighbed,” murmurs the count, "butâ€"" And be looks at his faultless morning coat. _ _ s medzbe en ~ h chtrnintt "Oh, there is plenty of time to make your toliette," says Jeanne. "And will you please bring Senora Titella to acâ€" company you?*" ‘V:i:}xl‘; -&our';f bows. It is an artful stroke of Jeanne‘s, and throws off suspicion. "Thanks," hbe says. "We will return at once, if you are ready, princess." Cen o NE Ne Bd B e e o a e oE ETe m And with a multitude of bows and with courtly grace, he bears off his beauâ€" tliful prize. "What a splendid fellow," says Nuâ€" gentâ€""most amusing man I‘ve met for years. Can‘t he play. too! Lane, I thought you were a good hand at pool, but the count could give you long odds. But isn‘t he rather old, ch> I suppose not, though." * "Old!" says Hal, savagely; "he‘s as old as Methuselah!" And he goes out, muttering. Nugent looks after him, and emits a low whistle, but it is apparently lost on Clarence, for he is bending low â€" over Jeanne, and talking earnestly in his rapt, mbsorbed manner. Nugent looks at his watch. "We‘d better all get into â€" civilized clothing," he says, but as Lane apparâ€" ently doesn‘t hear him. he saunters ont alone, and goes to his room. It is in the same corridor as Vane‘s studio, and as he passes, sceing the door ajar, he pushes it open and looks in. Vane is seated at a table with writing materials, but evidently not writing, for he is leaning back with his hand shading his eyes. . _ is ik ts Something about the figure . sitting there so solitary, so silent, so despondent,| |; gives Charlieâ€"he is Vane‘s oldest friend â€"a sudden chill. pr "Asleep, man?" he says, cheerily. . ap Vane starts, and looks around. J "No," he says. "Is that you, Charlie?! / r; Come in." "What are you doingâ€"writing?" |m "No," says Vane, with a smile, and the with an effort at cheerfulness; "no, l{en was enjoying & think." 1 "Rather given to that lately, aren‘t|_, you, old man?" says Charlie, laying his! hand on the broad shoulder. "How‘s the| * work getting on* What, not commenced | n {:n 1 thought.you‘d finished it, you Ti ve shut yourseif up here so much." ‘ ¢ Vane smiles, and stares at the canvas 80 musingly. |2 "No, I‘m not in the humor for work,] Charlie" he says;_ "it seems to go ; against the grain. I don‘t know why, but I can‘t work lately." Charlic takes him by the UC _pr would like to have these," says "he‘s as shoulders, for popularity and powe:. “'it Are You Aware of the Fact? and turns the handsome face to the light. "Vane, old man," hke says, "you are out of sorts. You don‘t look the thing. What‘s the matter?t Confound it, you ought to be the happiest man in creaâ€" tion, You have got everything a man can wantâ€"money, one of the oldest titles, the garter, genius, and the loveâ€" liest young creature for a wife! Oh, hang it, old man, what‘s the matter? Is it one of the old black fits?" Vane smiles bitterly. "Xo, he says, ‘I haven‘t had one since â€"since the day of my marriage." "No, I should think not, with such a sweet girl as Jeanne oy your side !" says Charlie. "Vane," he goes on, with a sudâ€" den gravity, "you used to come to me Feiedont abeialuds A OR s EVCm w in all your old troubles; not that I‘ve half the brain you have, but somehow I used to try and help you. _ Is there anyâ€" thing wrong now ? â€" Can I help you. I‘d do anything â€" but, there, you know that!" Vane paced up and down the room, pulling at his mustache, then he stopped and held out his hand. TA “â€"“‘.N’;,.él;a_rvlié“’"flew says, ""you can‘t do anything for me; no man alive can. Where is Jeanne ? he asks suddenly. _"Jeanne ? I left her in the drawing room talking to Clarence." . ty , Vane starts slightlyâ€"not so slightly but Charlie see it. 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Always Put Down From West to East Across Atlantic. The Commercial Cable Company‘s fifth Atlantic cable from Casno, N. 8., to Waterville, Ireland, was completed and put in operation _ on October 6. This makes seven transatlantic cables worked in direct connection with the lises of the Postal Telegraphâ€"Cable Comâ€" pany. All of them are duplexed, so that their combined capacity is fourteen mesâ€" sages at a time. The Atlantic cables are always laid from west to east, because of prevailâ€" ing winds in the summer months on the Atlantic are from west and ships make much better weather going eastward, consequently the Colonia, the steamer which had the cable oboard, sailed diâ€" rect from England to America, arrivâ€" ing off the coast of Nova Scotia on Auâ€" gust 16 and larded the heavy shore end of the cable on the morning of August 18. Moving out from the shore she struck a rock and remained fast on it for four days. The injuries she susâ€" tained compelled her to go into dry dock at Halifax with 2,300 miles of submarine cable aboard. _ Repairs were made and the Colonia took the sea again. _ On September 23 she laid her course from Casno, N. 8., paying out cable. On October 3 she arrived, without mishap, at a point 187 miles from the coast of Ireland, where the final splice was to be made between the cable that she had paid out from the American side and the 187 miles of cable previousâ€" ly laid westward from the Irish coast by the steamship Cambria in the month of June. The weather was heavy, and the Colonia was compelled to heave to for several days awaiting smoother seas to enable her to make the final splice, which was made on October 6. At some points the cable was laid at a depth of nearly three miles below the surface of the sea. â€" The quantities of the materials used in the manufacture of the cable were 1,411,200 pounds of copâ€" per, 799,688 pounds of gutta percha and 16,845 pounds of brass tape, jute, yarn, iron wire and preservative compound. The signaling speed of this cable is 15 per cent. greater than that of any other cable of equal length in the Atâ€" lantic. The cost of the cable varied from $1,000 per mile to $6,000 per mile, according to the character of the ocean bed and depth of water, the greatest variation in cost being due to the differâ€" ent diameters and weights of the secâ€" tions of the cable, the cable which is laid in the deepest water being the lightest, for the imll:orunt reason that it would be impossible to retrieve a heavy cable from deep water because of the en#tâ€" mous pressure. _ Cable in deep water is practically safe from mechanical in jury and therefore does not need to be so strong,. so that the sections laid in deep watrer are of small diameter and less cost. The sections laid near shore are of massive construction and very expensive. WETTZEST PLACE IN THE WORLD. Indian Province Carries Off the Palm for Rainfall. The wettest place in the world, accordâ€" ing to the Russian Meteorological Jour nal, is Cherrapunji, in the Indian proâ€" vince of Assam. From 1895 to 1903 the average annuval rainfall was 11,223 metâ€" ers (nearly 37 feet). Next came the enâ€" virons of Bombay with 6.83 meters anâ€" nually. But it should be noted that at the station of Debundscha in Kamerun 10,454 meters (34 feet) of rain fell anauâ€" ally, chiefly in summer. The wettest year in Cherrapunji was 14,789 meters (48 feet) in 1851, and in Debundscha 14.â€" 133 meters (46 feet) in 1902. nlL the latter place there fell in the one day of June 16, 1903, 456 millimeters (over 1 1â€"2 feet) of nt.erâ€"â€":\h:re than the whole anâ€" nual aver in Parisian basin. * * The neigmrhood of warm sease and high mountains is the principal cause of these extraordina: rL precipitations. . It uyhemtedt t the extension of observation will show other zones of rainfall more intense than has been hitherto bolieved, as in Java LAYING AN OCEAN CABLE. HFLP FOR LITITLE ONFS. . _Dan O‘Brien achieved the ambition of his life at the Hippodrorie one morning recently when he executed a tripple somâ€" ersault from a springâ€"board. ‘The feat has never been accompiished before a lay audience, and a bare half doren athâ€" letes have ever performed it and lived. {It has slain its scores. That O‘Brien , escaped with nothing worse than strainâ€" |ed muscles is a marvel to his acrobatic !uoochtu. They expected to carry him | off the stage to a hospital. O‘Brien bas spent his life leaping over elephants and camels. He claims the record double somersault distance of thirtyâ€"two feet, but had been deferred from attempting a third turn by the fate of comrades of the ring. "This keen fall weather bas put new life and erergy in me," he announced one night to his fellow leapers at the Hippodrome. "Be here toâ€"morrow mornâ€" ing and I‘ll do something to boast about or quit leaping for good." Frank Melville, equestrian â€" director, and Colay Mcrella, John Davenport, and Thomas Cook, acrobats, assembled with O‘Brien on the big stage at 9 o‘clock, and the long, narrow runway and springâ€" board were put in position. O‘Brien limâ€" bered up with a series of single and double somersanlts, and announced himâ€" self ready for the supreme trial. Propâ€" erty men, carpenters and chorus girls and men awaiting rehearsal calls gatherâ€" ed in awesome silence. The straw "bed" on which the acroâ€" bat alights was placed twentyâ€"five feet from the springâ€"board, and Melville gave the signal. The spangled athlete dashed at his highest speed down the runway and hit the elastic plank with terrific bound. Up he was thrown for almost fifteen feet with hands tightly clasping both legs between the knee and ankle and pressing them closely together. The play of the muscles of shoulder and back was distinct. Twice he revolved and then, when to the whitefaced onlookers he appeared about to fall, he turned again and landed limp and inert in the centre of the pad. Before his comrades had reached him side he was on his feet, pale but smiling. "I lost all brain sense after the secâ€" ond turn," he panted, "and expected to land on my head or on the back of my neck. I‘m content with the double hereâ€" after." O‘Brien‘s exploit was the sole topic of discussion among the Hippodrome perâ€" formers last week. "The first man to turn a triple somersault," said _ Frank Melville, "was a pertormer in Van Amâ€" burgh‘s cireus in Mobile, Ala., in 1842, He broke his neck. William J. Hobbes made the attempt at Astley‘s Amphitheâ€" atre, London, in the season of 1845â€"46. He was instantly killed. The next one was John Amar, He had been successâ€" fully turning a double, and was the origâ€" inal in accomplishing it over four horses. He tried a triple at the Isle of Wight, England, in 1859, turned twice, landed |s ud arntrtv nds 0 Auit T !in 1881. with Adam ForeKugh’l show ; ‘ also a few days after, at La Crosse,. The ! last time that he accomplished the feat lwns at New HWaven in 1884, with the Forepaugh show, in the presence of the Mayor of the city and many newspaper loom:pondentm"â€"-h'ow York Tribune. on his forehead and broke his neck. Nam Reinhardt, while traveling with Cooper & Bailey‘s cireus, became dissatistied with the double somersault feat and was anxious to do a triple. He did it at Toledo, Ohio, in 1870, making a high leap, turned twice and a half, alighted stee / " 14. OS T on the broad of his back and was disâ€" abled for some time. Billy Dutton acâ€" complished the feat at Elkhart, Ind., in the summer of 1860, but be never made another attempt. Bob Stickney did it while practicing at a gymnasium in Fourteenth street, He alighted in a blanket, but he never successfully did it by alighting on his feet. Frank Starks undertook the feat at Indianoplis in June, 1879. He alighted on his head, dislocating his neck, and died in a few hours. "The only person, living or dead, who accomplished the feat successfully more than once was John Worland, now living at Cornwall, N. Y. He threw a triple somersault six times from a tramopilen board. The firt time he attempted it was at St. Louis in September, 1874, with John Wilson‘s San Francisco cireus, He made three triais over five horses, in two of which he landed on his feet. The next time he tried was at St. Louis in '1870, with Howe‘s London cireus. This time he landed on a bed in a sitting 'ponum-. He did it again at Eau Clair urbe. / EC xt 2P n e C Not Aways Orange Blossoms. Only ir England. France and America is the orange blossom the bridal flower. When the German fraulein becomes a frau her head is garlanded with myrtle, except in certain sections, where gaudy wreaths of artificial flowers replace the natural blooms and are treasured from weneration to generation. In Italy and the French cantons of Switzerland white rose are dedictaed to the brides as weil as the dead, but in Spain red roses and pinks lend an additional touch of color C O in Wt Oe c o on We ts ow 15 on "lll" PERRY: ENP ERERCCC to the bridal dress of black and yellow. Greck brides are garlanded, appropriateâ€" ly enough, with vine leaves, and in Boâ€" hemia rosemary is supposed to bring luck to the bride who wears it. In most of the countries of Europe, however, the bridal wreath is considered as essential as the veil, and pretty sentiment clusâ€" ters about the faded wreath that is laid away. whether the wreath be oi orange blossoms or laurel. aBREL NS » "How does a mother carry her baby? On her right arm, eh? Now, puting yourâ€" self in that baby‘s place, which hand and arm have you got freet The right, 0t course "Babjes as they are carried about have the left arm and hand cramped up and the right arm and hand free to swing about, to strike with, to scratch with and to do everything with. "Thercfore it is naturai ftor afl ghilâ€" dren to grow up right handed." infaney "Qur Why We‘re Right Handed. mothers make us right handed," voung man. "They do it in our z:‘ DEL & ip}