If Inventor Edison can make good his promise of a cheap concrete thert may yet be hope for our pine forests. Russia has now 5406 savings banks, of which 625 were opened last year. This speaks well for the material pros perity of Russia. Mr. Rockefeller's gifts of $200,000 foi an institute for medical research is a very practical benefaction. It is hoped, however, that it will not lead to the discovery of any more new dis eases. More than 40,000 names have been added to the pension rolls of the United States within eleven months. No other country ever conceived It possible that any nation should dis play so magnificent and almost illim itable generosity. The new 16-inch rifled gun which 1B being built for the United States gov ernment will have a range of 21 miles, but there is no assurance that it will ever hit anything at that distance, as the target at which it may be direct ed will surely be out of sight. A bank president, determined on death, provided himself with a razor, some rough on rats and a bottle of aconite. If he had been as cautious in conducting his bank as he was in arranging for his demise he might not have felt that suicide was neces sary. The inevitable conclusion is that passenger travel from Europe to northern China and all freight traffic in which time is an element of much importance will seek the Siberian route if the Russian government is wise enough to provide proper facili ties and maintain reasonable charges. American traffic with the ports of China will not be affected, as our rail way systems and the direct sail across the Pacific afford a better route. What are we coming to? All the old-fashioned theories concerning the vital organs of human beings are be ing destroyed by modern surgery. The stomach has been proved to be non essential to the support of human life and its llimination has been effectel wfthout producing serious disturbance of the digestive organs. It has been long known that one lung may be re moved with comparative safety. The ruptured heart may be sewed up, and sections of the brain removed and the patient survive. The master of the buckhouuds seems likely to disappear from the English royal household. For a long time there has been bitter opposition to the royal hunt at Windsor, as stag-hunt ing is no longer regarded as decently humane. It seems absurd that in so old a country as England there should be wild deer, yet on Exmoor, in Dev onshire, the red deer are in such nun bers that the farmers of the surj un ,i.. ing region claim that the hun'j s thf-ife a necessity. And this IF only eigjbt hours from London. The London Ds.ly Mail is publish ing a series of Articles on"The Ameri can Trade Invasion," showing how the United States is successfully com peting with every branch of British industry. Commenting editorially up on the question, under the caption "Why We Regress," it expresses as tonishment that Englishmen, with a reputation for integrity and patriot ism, should be found "ready to tell England that she has no cause for un easiness." "Such assurances," con tinues the Daily Mail, "are natural from Americans who desire to lull Great Britain to sleep while they cap ture the British and foreign markets, but from Englishmen they can only be inspired by ignorance or 'ostrichism.' " The Daily Mail concludes that the British economic system is "based up on theories which facts are daily prov ing more delusive." The great commercial celery busi ness of Kalamazoo, Mich., has been built up almost entirely by Holland ers. These plucky and skilful garden ers have transformed the once worth less swamps and bogs into valuable land, worth from S3OO to S9OO per acre. They are extensive farmers, the great majority of the 250 owners culti vating one acre or less, a celery farm of ten acres being very unusual. From the total area of about 500 acres from twelve to fifteen million stalks of cel ery are shipped annually. Most grow ers sell to local dealers, who ship to various points. Some of the older, en terprising, weli-established growers handle their own product and ship di rect to their customers. The small landowners realize only about eight cents a bunch, but growers with larger acreage and in better financial circum stances. ship direct to their customers as far east as Philadelphia, and get 15 cents a bunch. Wyoming has solved the Weary Willie problem by discovering a nat ural soap deposit within its borders. The supremacy of American manu factures is now shown by the fact that golf clubs are being exported to Scot land. A Paris paper speaks of"the Yan kee peril." Another name for it la "commercial push." It would be lesa perilous to other nations If they had more of it The attorney-general of Massachu setts has rendered a decision In rela tion to the constitutionality of the bills authorizing street railways to carry merchandise in small packages. He finds that the bills are constitu tional. An Ohio man who is to inherit $2,- 500,000 finds among the con<ntions that he must marry "some good woman." The testator's idea, presumably, of a balance-wheel against sudden wealth. But who was it said "Frugality is a bachelor?" How are the mighty fallen In inter est. A little less than nineteen years ago the papers gave columns to Arabi Pacha. Today three lines are enough in which to announce his "repatria tion" after eighteen years of exile in British keeping in Ceylon. A French philosopher claims to have 'discovered that the Anglo-Saxon race is dying out because the women would rather practice law, lecture or play golf than to raise children. The theory is interesting, and would have been important but for the fact that tke race is not dying out. A lovelorn Maryland pair, escaping from the usual irate parent, showed a directness that augurs well for success In life. Fearing they might be over taken, they stopped a clergyman on the street corner, the clergyman im pressed the first pedestrian as a wit>>« ness, the four backed against a build ing, and before a gathering and ap preciative crowd the knot was tied. We owe it to France that the can non is now added to the spear and sword as capable of useful conversion to the purpose of the agriculturist, re marks the San Francisco Call. In that country the furious charge of hail stones, threatening in the vineyards, has been turned by a vigorous can nonading. Having Jack Frost in the form ofhail, French in genuity has turied upon him in his more subtle fori, and the destructive white and frosts are rendered powerless tojo harm by firing can non over th' lr vineyards, orchards and fields unf( they are thickly covered with t,' e powder smoke of battle. The wealth of the United States is computed every 10 years from the census returns. The total wealth in 1850 was put at $7,135,780,228, or S3OB per capita, and in 1870 at $30,068,518,- 507, or S7BO per capita. This amount rose in 1880 to $43,G42,000,000, or SB7O per capita, and again in 1890 to s(>s,- 037,091,197, or $1036 per capita. Ex pert statisticians estimate that the amount for 1900 will be at least $90,- 000,000,000, or nearly SI2OO per capita. When it is considered that the latter amount represents accumulated sav ings of S6OOO, or nearly four times the average of 1850, for every family of five persons. It is evident that the jrorld is growing rich at an astonish ing rate under the operation of ma chine production, states C. A. Conant, \n the World's Work. An article in a recent issue of the American Kitchen Magazine is on the education of children in the use of money. A paragraph in it relates to the guardianship by the parents of the money children accumulate in their toy banks. It was found from answers to questions sent out to children in the matter, that almost no child could pre serve his bank money from the family use. It was constantly borrowed, at first paid back scrupulously, then in sums short of the original loan, finally not at all, and the bank was abandoned for a time, to be started again with a repetition of the experience. Other children reported also on the manner in which promises of money payment were kept by their elders. Various tasks were set them for which small sums of money were to fte paid, but when the weed-digging, stone-picking, or what not was performed, payment was forgotten or reduced, or a first installment given, and the matter dropped. The writer did not draw the inference, but one wonders if this atti tude, duplicate in very many families, of parents toward children's savings or earnings, will not perhaps account for the inherent dislike which the average person has to business relations with a relative. P THE PHANTOM PINTO. J 4/j Adventure with the Ghostly Guardian of an Enchanted Canon. jj| tBY BOIIItDON WILSON. | "We'd jest as well throw up our hands, pardner, an' take th' back track fer Tucson; I've led yuh oner rain bow chase, i reckon." It was Lew, my partner, who said this, as we gazed gloomily down the hill upon which we were standing. Lew was a child of the desert, innocent of book-learning and the ways of civilised man, but a crack shot with a rifle and revolver, and a skillful prospector; he was blue-eyed, tow-headed, and the sun and wind of the desert had given his face the color of Watber. I took him to be about 25 yeais of age. Our acquaintance began in Tucson. I was going along the main itreet one day, when he stopped me to ask for the loan of the price of a meal; he was broke and hungry, he aided. His was not the whining plea of the beggar, but the manly request cor momentary aid of the self-relian' frontiersman who expects to return the favor at some future time, and r> I gave him a dollar, although I had leva- seen him before. Later in the day he hinted me up to tell me of a valley a few hundred miles away, where placer gdd vias to be found, and ended by p-opo»ing that we go prospecting in pa tnenhip, I to buy the supplies and oitfit, and he to lead the way to the valey. I agreed and we set out the next morning, our effects packed on the iack of the "blamedest, kickin'est" -nule. as Lew described him, that I hava known. For two weeks we tramjed icross tjie blistering deserts of Arbon., and at last arrived where we coild ee down into the valley, but only to fid it the ghost of a gold field; it Ud been worked by somebody else. Aing the dry bed of a little creek that narked the valley's centre were a tbusand holes and trenches, and as man heaps of sand, which told us that t had come too late; in the blaze of le set ting sun the place looked utterl deso late, which but added to our glum and disappointment. "I'm mighty sorry," Lew wit on, "but yuh c'n see't I didn't lie 'jut it, I reckon. " 'Taint no use ter b(f over milk we ain't never had te spill, though, an' we'd better start Vck—" Ha broke off and was silent* few moments, then brought his han down on his thigh, with a heart slap. "Pardner, have yuh got th' nwe ter give Ghost canon er try?" e ex claimed. "There's gold there, i' lots of it, they say; I've got th' 4t fer tackle it if yuh have. Whatd'yuh say?" "I'm willing," I replied: "beir go liiere thaii son." Lew seemed surprised, silently looked m? over a few moimjs. "Ever hear o' Ghost canon before. Lrdner?" he asked finally. "No," I said; "but that H no fig ure, I'll take your word fii|it that there's a chance to find gokhere.'* "Maybe yuh've heard of Iby its Mexican name, 'Canon Encstada'?" Lew persisted, his voice sinkiialmost to a whisper. "No, 1 think not," I replie "But why do you ask?" "W'y, 'twas there 't th' Mor party was wiped out by 'Paches, thi years ago; yuh've heard o' that lin', I reckon," he answered. He rel-ed to tho murder of Tom Morris a four companions by Apache Indians "Oh, yes, I've heard of itrnt I didn't know just where theilling took place," I said. "Are yoifraid some of the Indians are still tte?" "No, that ain't what bluffs he replied; "it's th' pinto pony—tcan on's haunted." "Haunted," I exclaimed dervely. "Well, if we find gold in theinon we'll rout the ghost out, eh?'Vh*t about the pinto pony?" Lew slowly shook his head.'Th' pinto's jest where th' ghost cos in —he's th' ghost," he said seriov. I looked Lew in the face and fehed heartily. "Laugh if yuh want," he sa sol emnly, "but it's straight good ! giv in' yuh. Ain't never been er h as went in that canon an' come ou;ain, excep' jest one, er greaser, 1 !' it plumb locoed him; ever since tihe's done notbin' but mouth an' iuth 'bout th' pinto pony what don'>ave no trail. I'd rather be dead tha-azy like that. I seen th' pinto self once, but I didn't have th' ne ter foller 'im in th' canon." "Then how is it that you wan go now?" I asked. He grinned sheepishly, and Iface flushed in spite of its tan. "I'-l'm kinder figgerin' on gittin' ried soon's I git er stake ahead," ham mered. "Th' little- girl's saUie'd have me; she lives up in PresC "Ho! So that's the way tfcind sets!" I laughed. "Well, if ; are ready to brave the ghost for tittle girl's sake, I'm ready to do id the gold." "Then it's ergo!" Lew said, tiing out and shaking my hand. Athar was how we came to decide to ros pecting in Ghost canon. We camped where we wdf.hat night and started for the canfarly the next morning, following toad valley lying between two ra of mountains. It was after ffall when we arrived in the neigltood of our destination; all day foun tains had come nearer to us wtery step, and were now towering t> us close at hand on either rocky sides and pinnacles iing white and ghostly in the brigfcon light. Except our own, there not a movement or sound to Ui the death-like stillness of the desert. As we neared the of the massacre of the Morris party, a creepy sensation went up my spine, and I shivered in spite of myself at sight of the rough stones, each bearing in rudely chis eled lines the tell-tale crossed arrows, that marked the graves of the mur dered .men. "This is th' place, pardner," Lew said in an awed whisper. "Th' red devils was up in th' rocks there, on both sides, an' th' pore boys didn't have no more show fer their lives'n er rabbit. Ugh! but ain't things here ghosty-lookin?" Ghostly looking they were, without a doubt; I no longer wondered that even a harmless spotted pony had given such a place the reputation of being haunted. "It can't be anything but a pony," I thought, "and if the gold is still in the canon, he has my thanks for scaring others away from it." We camped where the valley nar rowed into the canon, and I am not ashamed to admit that, amid such surroundings my sleep that night was not entirely unbroken. Sunrise the next morning found us busily cooking our breakfast, and that eaten, we al once packed up and started into the canon. We went perhaps half a mile when Helen, our pack mule ("Helen Damnation" Lew had christened him immediately after receiving a kick from the animal), showed a decided objection to going farther; stopping short and whistling as though in fear, he planted his forefeet in the ground and would not budge anotlfer inch. "Maybe it's er hunch, pardner," Lew said, wrathfully surveying the stub born animal; "at any rate we'd jest as well try fer gold here as anywhere else." We unpacked Helen and Lew took a pan and went to the edge of a pool, remnant of the torrents that poured through the canon in the rainy season, where he filled it with sand and be gan washing, while I picketed Helen in a grassy place where he could graze, Presently a cry from Lew carried me running to his side; he was point ing into the pan, and looking t.tyfg i saw perhaps a spoonful of gold dust gleaming dull yellow. "We've struck 'er r i chj pardner!" Lew cried, trembJ.Vg with excitement. If that er plnto'll jest keep away, wpfi ge t oup p u e j-ight here." "No&ense! There's no such thing as a ghost. Lew," I returned; "not hfß, at any rate." Lew stared at me as though he thought I had lost my senses. "Not?" he cried; "yuh ain't seen that, then." And he raised his arm to point to the opposite side of the canon. Where we stood the canon was about 300 yards wide, and the mountains on both sides rose almost perpendicularly, something like a thousand feet above us. Looking where Lew was pointing, 1 was startled to see a village of half ruined cliff-dwellings nestling in a great niche high up the side of the opposite mountain. Silent as the grave and without a sign of human occupan cy. it was a strange, weird sight that, although ft was in broad daylight, sent another creepy sensation writhing up my back. "There's ghosts a-plenty round that place, pardner," Lew said, earnestly. I ain't never seen one o' them dead an'-gone Injv.i towns yet, but what was haunted; I'll bet 'twas right round here somewhere 't pore old Domin guez saw th' pinto pony." "I saw that Lew was intensely in earnest, that his belief in ghostly man ifestations was too deep-rooted in ig norance to be overcome by anything I could say. '"Well, there may be ghosts here, as you say," I answered, "but if 1 had a nice little girl waiting for me, all the ghosts in Arizona shouldn't stampede me from rich dirt like this; they're not going to do it, as it is." I did not misjudge my man. "I'm with yuh there, pardner!" Lew said, with determination. "Those here guns o' mine was made fer biz." I was still gazing at the village, and suddenly saw something that caused me to raise my hand to the brim of my hat so that I might see better. Lew instantly hushed and looked where I was looking. "What's th' matter? Wliat'd yuh see?" he pres ently asked, swallowing hard. "Oh, nothing; just a shadow, I guess," I answered, carelessly. At the moment I had thought it a human face peering above a crumbling wall, but so great was the distance, and so quickly did the object disappear, I was far from sure what I had seen, and I deemed it best not to arouse Lew's superstitious fears to a higher pitch; I did not relish the idea of being left alone in the canon, and I was de termined to stay there and get the gold. Lew said nothing more, but I could see that he was not entirely satisfied; he hitched his revolvers around to where they would be convenient to his hands, and set to work again. All of that day we worked hard, and at its close had something like a pound of gold dust to show for our labor. Nat urally I was jubilant and excitably talkative, but Lew answered me only in monosyllables. When he finished eating his supper, he carefully exam ined his revolvers, and, making bis bed under an overhanging rock close by, crept Into his blankets. I made my bed on a bit of smooth ground on the opposite side of our fire—that nearest the ruins—and stretched "ut on it to smo'cc another pipe; I was not the least bit sleepy. As I lay there gazing with wide-open eyes at the stars above me, suddenly, from not far away, came the gibber ing howl of a coyote; instantly the mountain walls took it up, tossing it back and forth until the canon rang as though all the fiends in hades had broken loose. Scarcely realizing what I did, with my every nerve tingling and twitching, I sprang wildly to my feet and fired a shot in the direction I thought the mangy little beast to be, and the canon roared with the echo. Slowly the uproar died away, and then I collapsed as a chuckle came from L«w's direction, and he re marked, "Reckon yuh wouldn't have much show with er ghost, pardner, If er pore little cuss of er kyote c'n start yuh ter shootin' wild like that." I made no answer. I was indignant with myself for losing my nerve so easily. I lay down again, but not to sleep; I was quivering with nervous ness. The coyote did not howl again— my shot had scared him away—but the wind rose presently, and began wailing in a most nerve-distracting way in the rocks above me. "S-w-l-s-s-s-h, 00-00-00, r-a-h-h-h," a stronger gust would go sweeping past, and then from across the canon would come a series of faint, mournful sounds, such as sorrowing ghosts mipht be expected to utter. I began to unders£and how Dominguez came to lose his mind through his experience in the canon, and to wish that I were anywhere else, when the wind died away as suddenly as it had risen, and there was absolute silence. I fell to watching the stars again; the hours dragged slowly by, and at last I fell into a half sleep. Suddenly I awoke and sat bolt up right, straining my ears for a repeti tion of the sound that waked me. Soon I heard it again; it was Helen whis tling and plunging in fright. He was picketed behind a point of rock where I could not see him. Hastily I felt under my pillow for my revolvers, but could not find them. Helen's snorting and plunging grew more violent with every moment, and at last, fearful lest he break his rope and we lose him, 1 gave up hunting my revolvers started running toward him. /ho moon was now shining brigliy, an( i when 1 came to where. T e buld see the mule, I saw sopsrtj' lng beyond him, sometfcAg that brought me to a sudden si'ndstill, and that seemed to freez0 l h e blood in my veins—a beau l-Wully marked piebald pony, its legs moving naturally, but its feet seeming not to touch the ground. And it was moving directly toward me! Paralyzed with terror, I stood aa though grown to the spot; nearer came the pinto, and I tried to yell to Lew, but a harsh rattle was the only sound my throat would make. Quivering with fear, Helen was standing as close to me as he could get, his rope stretched to the breaking point. Now the pinto was passing close beside him, when he suddenly wheeled round, giving a wicked squeal, and like a streak of lightning, his heels flashed in the moonlight, striking the pony with a surprising crash fairly in the side. Giving a strange grunt, for a pony,the pinto staggered and fell on its sidr;, floundering helplessly; the next mo ment, however, its side burst open, and a naked Apache Indian sprang out and ran at me, a long-bladed knife glittering in his hand. Instant ly my superstitious fears vanished and my muscles regained their power. Un armed, I turned to run; but my foot tripped, and I fell with the Indian sprawling on top of me. I realized that it was a struggle for my life, and, yelling to Lew at the top of my voice, I grappled with the Apache. Back and forth we rolled and tumbled, I trying to obtain possession of the knife, and he to put an end to my struggling with it, neither gaining any advantage over the other. Minutes seemed hours. Could Lew never hear, I wondered, my breath coming in sharp gasps, my strength almost gone. How long we fought I can only con jecture; the Indian's powers of endur ance were greater than mine, and at last he forced me over on my back, his one hand clutching my throat, his other, grasping the knife, raised to strike. I saw the steel flash and glitter in the moonlight, and a sickening fear shot through me; the knife was in the act of descending, when two shots rang out in quick succession, and it flew to one side, while the Indian sank down on me, quivering in death. The sudden reaction from utter hopeless ness to a sense of safety wis more than my tortured brain co-ild bear, and I fainted where I lay; the next thing I knew Lew was pouring water on my face, and I saw that day was breaking. When I had recovered sufficiently we made an examination of the pony's hide, finding it partially stuffed with grass which rounded it out, giving it a life-like appearance, though the de ception would have been readily de tected in daylight. Later in the day, following a faint trail, we climbed up to the cliff village and found that the Indian had made his home in one of the houses. Scattered about the room were numerous articles taken from the men he had murdered; among these were several riflos and revolvers, but there were no cartridges, which ex plained why the Indian had made of his disguise to get near enough to attack with his knife instead of shoot ing us at long range. We were not again disturbed in our work, and when we at last exhausted the sands of Ghost canon, we left it with a sack of dust that amply paid us for having dared the phantom pinto. Two months later I danced at Lew's wedding.—San Francisco Argonaut One of the most destructive earth quakes in the world's history was that which occurred in Yeddo in the year 1703, when 190.000 people were killed. THE GREAT DESTROYER SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. Poem : Heath's Assistant Butcher—Drink nf For the Effect Experiments of Dr. Starr and Pertinent Suggestions by the Kansas City Times. In our world, death deputes Intemperance to do the work of age- And hanging up the quiver nature g&vo him, As slow of execution, for dispatch. Sends for his licensed butchers; bids thero slay Their sheep (the silly sheep they fleeced before). And toss him twice ten thousand at • meal. Oh, what heap of slain gj Cry out for vengeance on us. —Young. Mental Mood of Drinkers. To the many uninformed people who in sist on drinking strong liquors "not be cause they like the taste, but are fond of aii the discoveries made by Dr. Allen Starr as to the quality ofc mental mood produced in the drinker by different sorts of beverages may prove instructive. In a recent article in the Medical Rec © .he says that the result of careful in vestigation has led him to conclude that ui the majority of individuals sherry pro duces a quarrelsome disposition, while, ° n A - other hand, port tends to exert a soothing effect. Champagne causes appar ently a decided exhilaration of the flow of thought, while Burgundy makes one think Wore slowly and bv no means adds to the feeling of conviviality. Whwky, brandy and gin have entirely different effects on the individual, but JJr. Starr will not undertake to classify their manifestations with reference to any number of persons. 'lhe fact of the matter is he cannot do 80, for each one of these beverages pro duces an effect upon the individual who may absorb them in overdoses that is in inverse ratio to the sober temperament of the absorber and in diametric opposition to every rule of psychology that was ever laid down. Four drinks of brandv ruav make a usually taciturn individual talk like a house afire, while five drinks of gin may put an alert and hustling man state of paralysis. Eleven may set a normally pearrrfnng citizen to lighting every wootla Indian and police telephone box heroines across, and a mix ture of all th* of these brands of liquor during tj progress of a spree may turn the mft profane and irreligious man into ■1 F Jfer of hymns and a spoutcr of gospel «ts and scraps of sermons. If the large number of experimenting persons -who insist on drinking liquor without reference to quantity or quality £>r age or character for its ''effects" and not for its "taste," would take the pre caution to have the different stages of their "jags" portrayed by phonographers and photographers, engaged especially to follow them from barroom to buffet, and from beer saloon to alehouse, they might secure a collection of data that, when ex amined in moments of stem and reflective sobriety, would serve more effectively to prevent a recurrence of their experimen tation than all the cures for alcoholism ever invented.—Kansas City Times. " It 1* a Deceiver. Alcohol, whether you call it a poison or not, has something very peculiar in its na ture; there is about it a sweetness and se ductiveness, a sort of serpentine spell of attraction, which gradually draws men on while they do not know it, and which at last they find themselves unable to resist. Coleridge says: "Evil habit first draws then drags, and then drives." Or, as an eminent French writer expresses it, "We are insensibly led to yield without resist ance to slight temptations which we de spise, and gradually we find ourselves in a perilous situation, or even falling into an abyss, and then we cry out to God, 'Why hast Thou made us too weak to rise?' and, in spite of ourselves, a voice answers to our consciences, "If I made thee too v.-eak by thine own power to rise out of the gulf, it was because I made thee amply strong enough never to have fallen into it.' Do not let any of us be so proud as to think we should be safe. If men of the highest genius have fallen under this temptation, if even an Addison, a Burns, a Coleridge, and hundreds of others, were temnted by the excess of their intellectual work to re kindle the vestal flame upon the altar of genius by the unhallowed fires of alcohol, I.for one, will not be the man to abstain from saying to anyone: 'Let him that thinketh he standeth however superior' he may think himself 'from the same pos sibility of temptation—still let him be ware lest he fall.' " —Archdeacon Farrar. Merely a Lack of Manliness. A drunkard who is told that he is suf fering from a disease knows deep down in his own soul that his principal suffering is a lack of faanliness. If he has an hon est interval occasionally he despises him self, recognizes that the plea of a want o£ will is one which might be urged in de fense of all criminal weakness, of all de reliction of dutv, as well as in defense of his worse than beastly appetite. Strictly speaking drunkenness is not per ee a crime, as the smypathetic justice urges, but it is the father of many crimes, una even in its "plainest" aspects it rolls up a greater total of misery, heartache, ruin and despair than all the crimes put together. We can imagine nothing, there fore, which is more fatuous or unforgiva ble than the coddling of the individual who is responsible for a share in this total with the notion that he has no responsi bility, that he is somehow really distin guished as a deserving object of compas sionate concern. The whipping post would serve his case a thousand times Tbet ter, but unfortunately the nature of the offense makes that impossible. The frenzy which drives women to smashing saloons is always explicable, but they are after the wrong object. They should smash the drunkards, who are the real home destroyers and whose misguid ed apologists simply multiply the evil which they wish to decrease. A Fainter'* Grim Joke. A saloon license was granted in a Peni>» sylvania town in a building formerly used ns a trunk factory. Over the door was a big sign, "Trunk Factory." The saloon keeper asked a prohibition painter to change the sign to suit his business at the least possible cost. The painter took his brush and simply carried it around the crosslink of the "T," making the sign read, "Drunk Factory." Liquor and Business Men. It is beyond question that the daily potations of city men are terribly on the increase. The red rules of self-denial and moderation during the hours of business have been brushed aside.—Toronto Truth. The Crnsade in Brief. While the pulpit sleeps, the saloon sells. Moderation the gateway to drunken ness. Alcohol, the mightiest evil genius i&r killing men. Human depravity its deepest depthn liquor traffic. J The number of saloons in Ohio last yeai was 10,348, an increase of 470 over i899. The license xceipts were 81,864,642. Alcohol vitiates the blood, inflames th« stomach, overtaxes the heart, destroy! the kidneys, hardens the liver and softeiii the brain.—Norman Kerr, M. D.
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