The "preservation of tlio pence" 111 Europe, ly mpaiin of navies and stand ing armies cost 8ii."0,000,0()0 n ycnr. When Hpnin gets ready t(i lehnHli tnte her nnvy she might to lmvo ships built iu this country. Hhe has hml convincing proof that we know how to construct such tilings over here. Black powder lint seen its Inst days. The Ainericnn troops nt Santiago, with their black powder, made i target for the enemy, which gave them grant ad vantage ia locating our soldier. With smokeless powder nnd modern guns of hih penetrative power the Ameri can regnlnr will be more thiiu n mulch for any soldier in the world. As American soldiers go out from Forto tiico American business men are going in, and the i-landers are nl leady feeling the good effects of tho Yankee methods aud Yankee "gohend itivenoss." The Porto ltienii mer chant is said not to be wholly lacking in shrewdness, anil he may be safely expected to share in the benefits his island is to receive from Ameiicmt rule. Boarding-house keepers will rejoice to know that the war with Spain will not cut off entirely the supply of their Staple toble delicacy prunes. Cali fornia has come to tho rescue w ith a crop of 84,000 tons this year from or chards which aggregate 55,000 acres. At least 10,000 more acres will be in bearing next year, and a crop of 100, 000 tons of green prunes is prophesied for the first year of the next century. The assumption thnt n majority of criminals would reform if they could bnt secure honorable employment forms the basis of a new movement in the interest of ox-convicts, snys the Omaha (Neb.) Bee. While there is no doubt that many can be thus reached, it is certain that all of them cannot. It has been ascertained that the average age of 82,339 criminals in American penal institutions was under thirty-one, nearly one-half under thirty, and about a third under twenty five, and nearly one-eighth under twenty. The average age of American paupers, on the other hand, is about fifty-seven. The fact that profession al criminals are as a rule young per sons shows that many of them are bred to crime, and since young per sons rind it easier to secure employ ment than older ones, it is fair to in fer that but few of them are driven to crime by hard times. The name leather has long since passed from the exclusive vocabulary pertaining to animal skins and hides in their prepared state. Recently,' says the Zeugdrncker-Zeitung, a Ger man inventor has brought to public notice an improved kind of asbestos material, and the method of its manu facture. The asbestos is at first divided into very flue fibres of the greatest possible length, then im mersed in an india rubber solution, the whole beiug then thoroughly in termixed until every fibre is coated with the solution; the solvent for in stanoe, petroleum benzine is there upon evaporated. By this treatment the asbestos fibres cohere perfectly, nd the mass may then be pressed into any desired form, or mny be Tolled. The inventor calls the mnuu factured product asbestos leather, and it is said to resemble leather very closely in its peculiarities and struc ture and in its industrial adaptation. The total number of public libra ries in Connecticut is 131, of which 77 are absolutely free and 54 subscrip tion libraries, says the Hartford (Conn.) Times. Forty one of these libraries are uuder the control of the state. Three new libraries were or ganized during the year, and move ments are on foot to institute others. Within a few years there will be a li brary in every town iu Connecticut, The total number of volumes in the 131 libraries of the state is 693,221, nd the total circulation during the past year was 1,698,195. The num ber .of new books added for the twelve months closed was 52,805. The total amount paid out iu salaries dur ing the year was $50,197.93, and the mount ezpeuded for books was $23, 015.81. All of these figures are large ly in excess of those of the previous year and show an increasing interest in libraries everywhere. The annual report of school libraries shows 088 in all The amount expended on new books was $24,885.79, aud the total number of books is 136,899. During the year several schools wore equipped with libraries, and 8339 books were purohaaed. The New Brituiu Normal aohool library is the largest public ohool library in the country, the to tal number of volumes being nearly 12.C3X THE ONE WHO I don't think I'll go In to town to see tlio boys como bnek; Sty boln' tlmrn wotilil do no good In all thnt hun nnd prv'ki Thoro II Im rnoiiK'i to weleomo thorn tb rlteiir them when they ennie A-mnrrlilnit bravely to tho llmo Hint's bent upon the ilriimi They'll never miss me Iu thn crowd not one of 'em will enrn If, when the elioers are rliiKln' loud, I'm not unions thorn there. I went to sen them ninreh away 1 hollereil Willi the rest. Ami didn't they look Dun thnt ilny a-mnrehln' four nbren.-t. With my hoy Jnmes up nenr the front, as liaiid.omc n could In1. Ami wnvln' bnek a foml farewell to mother nnd to Hi"' 1 vow my old knees trimhletl so when they hud nil iwt by. I lind to (1st set down upon the curbstone there nnd cry. Her hnir wns drawn buck in little waves from her brow. Now nnd then she would raise her gentle eyes nnd glance out through the pantry window toward the patch of tall, waving hollyhocks thnt dim had planted four summers before. She wns kneading dough, and two or three times she stopped to scrape the clinging batter from her fingers with the back of a case-knife. She hummed a little old-fashioned tune, emphasizing the "turn te turn" with savage jabs at the rapidly hard ening dough on the shelf-board before her. "Jane!" No replv. "Jane!" The ungainly figure of a young girl In gingham, 'her hair escaping iu strands the loosely tied kuot at the back of her head, appeared iu the pantry doorway. "What d'ye want?" "I want ye t' git them biscuit tins out o' th' kitcheu cubboard an' bring 'em in here t me." The girl slowly turned and sham bled aoross the kitchen floor, the run over heels of her old slippers clatter ing on the white scrubbed boards as she walked. "I never see sich a girl," muttered Mrs. .Springer to herself. "Seems like a impossibility f git any deeent help out here in th' kentry. All th' girls that's good fer anything gits up nn' gits t' teown ez soon ez they're th' right age t' be good fer anything. Only them as is too lazy t' live is lef fer us out here." From the great lump of dough on the board Mrs. Springer pulled little lumps and rolled them iuto flabby globes, which she placed in regular lines on the bottom of the biscuit tins. Hhe had patted the last little lump into a ball and wedged it into a cor ner of one of the pans aud stepped back-to survey her work when through the open doorway of the kitchen floated to her, on the cool September air, the call, "Missus, Springer! Oh, Missus Springer!" "Neow I'd like t' know who thnt is," she exclaimed as sho crossed the floor ami pushed open the screen door. "Fer the Inn's sake, Zeke Evans, what be you n-wnntin'?" She had stepped out on the hack porch, all green nnd blue with cling ing vines and open morning glories. The little man in the light "rig" wiped the perspiration from his brow and clambered out of the vehicle over the wheel. He advanced toward Mrs. Springer and extended a yellow envelope. "This kum las' night," be said, "jes foro th' ten twenty arrove. Th' op erator asked me t' fetch it. At fust I thought I'd bring it right over, not thiukiu' but what it might be from Jim. Then I sez t' myself, sez T, 'Missus Springer'l! be t' bed an' better wait till morniu',' so I fetched it over on my way deow n." At the name "Jim" Mrs. Springer clutched the bit of yellow paper and, with ringers that wavered a little, tore open the envelope. Zcko waited. The envelope droppod to the floor of the porch. Mia. Springer held the dispatch iu her left hand and followed tho scrawled writing with the fore finger of her right. One glance at the words, aud she cried out: "It's Jim. He's cumin' home. It's from his capting sayiu' be has been sent home sick in th' care o' two other soldiers. He lef th' ca np yesterday afternoon a i'll bi here airly tomorrer morniu'." "Is they anything I kin do fer ye?" asked Zeke, a little tone of anxiety in his voice. "No, they ain't uawthiu'. An' 1 don't believe I even thanked ye fer bringiu' ine this telegram, Zeke." Zeke blushed aud stammered that "that was all right" and turned to clamber overtho wheel again Into his "rig." Matilda Springer went back into the kitchen and through the little passage way into tho front room. There by the half-cm tained window, through which the sun rays had filtered on another September morning, long be fore, aud lighted the face of a man iu a colli u, she read again the telegram: "Jim is sick, aud I have sent two members of the company ulong with him." Mrs. Springor laid the telegram on the table aud weut over to the old haircloth sofa. She sat there iu the semi-darkness for neurly an hour, and wbeu she arose she lifted the corner of her checked apron to her eyes aud wiped away the moisture that had gathored iu them. A little smile of happiness, too great ven to give itself fnll expression, PRIVATE JIMS RETURN. prvvvvvvvvvvvTTVvvvvtrii'vvvwfl WON'T BE THERE. And now they're coming horns agon! The record that they won Was ilelt as shows we still have men when men's work's to bo Hone! There wasn't one of 'em that flinched each feller stood the test Wherever they were sent they snlled rlht lu nnd done their best! They didn't ro awny to plnyi thny kilo wed whnt was in store-, lint there's a urnve somewhere, todny, down on tho Cuban shore! I j;ues that I'll not go to town to see the boys come In I don't jl-t fei- like mlxiu' ui In all that crush and din! There'll be ennuuh to weleomo them to cheer them when thny com A-marehln' bravely to the time that's beat upon the drum And the bnvs'll never notice nut one ot 'em will euro, Forthe soldier tint would miss ino ain't n-pdu' to be there! Cleveland Lender. curved her trembling lips, and ns she climbed the front stairs and went along the tin 1 1 to the door on the right, nt tho cud, she murmured to herself so softly that the words were lost in the noise of her footfalls: "Jim'll be here tomorrer. lleow I wish Ezry had a-lived till neow, to see his boy a-comin' home from th' war t' mo like he come t' me more'u thirty year ago." She hesitated an iustnut before opening thnt last door, and theu, an though it were an effort, she turned the knob and stepped into the room. Everything was just as he had left it. The pin cushion top on the dresser was a little dusty, and there were flocks also ou the woodwork of the old bed and on the commode top. His brush and comb lay on the bu reau, just where he had left them when he went away w ith the Thompsonville company. A vest, even, hung over tho back of a caue-seated chair, and at the head of the bed on the floor three pairs of shoes aud one of rubber boots were ranged iu a straight line. The September sun entering the room through the east window fell upon the face of Mrs. Springer. It was not the old face that had hung over the dough downstairs. It was a younger face now. The eyes were not so tired. Maybe the moisture made them look brighter. And she smiled sweetly through the gathering tears as she looked around that room Jim's room. She stood there by the head of the bed for a moment, silent and unmoved; theu she laughed aloud aud going to the closet door threw it opeu aud peered inside. From the pegs she took down a black cassimere suit, Jim's best suit. "He'll need it neow. Tain't nothin' bnt homesickness, I'll bet, nn' he'll be all right iu a day or two." She laid the garments out on the bed and brushed them with the stubby whiskbroom that had hung on tho wall, over the washstaud. it was a labor of love. When dusted, the clothes were folded and laid ou the spread at the foot of the bed. Mrs. Spriugnr covered them with a newspaper and going dowu stairs for the broom, stopped a minute iu the doorway to smooth the "sham" that hung from a frame over one pillow. Koturniug.alie swept the room thor oughly, then dusted it and opened the window and pulled back the chintz curtains. Theu she went back downstairs. All the rest of that day there was no shnrp word spoken to Jane, and ns a consequence the girl walked even slower tb.au was her usual custom. Budd came np from the spring lot be fore the biscuits were roady to be slipped into the oven, nnd his mother met him in the kitchen doorway. "Jim's comiu'," was all she said. "Who tol' ye?" "Zeke brought a telegram t' me beout nu hour ago. It said Jim was sick an' two soldiers wuh comiu' with him an' that he'd be here on that six thirty-eight train in th' morniu'." The younger brother of the soldier thereupon relapsed into a dream of the stories that would be told him ere another week had passed. "Dew yew suppose he'll bring nnv Spanish bul lets?" he asked, finally." That night when the rest ot the family aud all the help were asleep Matilda Springer lay iu her bed aud drenmed awuke. In her mind the years unrolled be fore her like a panorama. She thought of the day Ezra Springer had asked her t i be his wife, of her aoceptauce. It was under tue big shag hickory tree down by the spring lot, and they bad gone a-nuttiug together. And then the war and bis return. And then their marriage and their long, happy life thereafter. And Jim the boy who twenty-two years ago bad come to them. And then the war she thought longest of thnt. Four months before Jim had come to her, inflamed with enthusiasm. All the boys in the Thompsonville company had siguitied their w illingness to go to the front at the call of the president. There were ten vacancies in the company, and could ho go? It would be all over iu a mouth, and then he could come back. Yes, he could if his country needed him. She remombered how she went dowu to Thompsonville one summer morning with Budd to see Jim off to cump with his company. He wrote her the night before the regiment left for Cuba. Letters came to her regularly for a whilo.and theu, of a sudden, they ceased. Hhe thought of those endless days of waiting for just a word from him, her boy, ber Jim. And then at last.after centuries it seemed to her, came the letter say ing ha had been in the hospital with the fever. She remembered bow near ly crazed she was after she read thnt letter. Then enme others saying he was better, .and then dny after day without a word, save once, when a short note, scrawled on a bit of wrap ping pnper, enme to her with the news thnt his regiment wns ngnin in the United Htntes and encamped some where on the eastern const. And at Inst the dispatch of that morning "Coming home " nnd sleep closed ber eyes. At four o'clock Mntildn Springer nroso. She hurriedly dressed and culled 1'iiidd. He went out nnd hitched up the two horses to the old democrat wagon and removed the back sent. He knew he would have to sit on the bottom of the vehicle coming bnek from the station, for Jim would be on the front sent with his mother, nnd there would hnve to be room behind for the bnggnge. Budd thought of nil the implements of war that would be loaded into that wngou nnd wondered if .Mm would give him his gun nnd canteen. He led the horses up to the bnek porch and called to his mother. She came out dressed iu a brown poplin, nnd on her wavy grny hnir rested her best bonnet, n little affair of jot with violets on one side nnd strings to tie under the chin. Around her shoul ders she had wrapped a slinwl. "I I can't hardly wnit," she said, half to herself. Budd helped her iuto the wngon and climbed in after her. He drove over the dusty country road and across the old wooden bridge with oue hand holding the reins, for she clasped the other. She did not speak often during thnt drive. There are times when the heart is too full to allow of the forming of words. This was one of those times. The mother's henrt was filled to overflowing with love for that boy whose face she had not seen for so mnuy,mnny wenry weeks, whose brown eyes had not looked down at her for oh, so long. The wngou rolled down the Inst bill iu the road and around the curve nt the bottom. Budd drew up the horses nt the depot platform. "Yew stay here an' hold 'em," said his mother. "I'll go over there an' sit on that truck til' th' train comes." She got out of the conveyance nnd walked nrouud the station house to the othor side. Unobserved by Budd she wiped her eyes, and then she sat down ou the truck. By aud by the young ngent enme and unlocked the door of the building and weut inside. Out upon the cool morning air was wafted the "click, click" of the telegraph instrument. Mrs. Springer rose from her seat and entering the building walked over to the ticket window. "Is th' train from th' north on time?" she asked. "Three minutes late nt Silver Lake," was the answer. "Heow long afore it's due?" There was a little tremor lu the voice, "It'll be here ineighteeu minutos," the operator replied. By nnd by from away up the track came the rumble of an approaching train. Nearer and nearer, and then nrouud tho curve nbove the station the engine swerved. The bell clanged, and the train stopped. Mrs. Springer ran back to the passenger conches. Oue or two sleepy heads were poked out of the windows, but no one, got oil'. The woman's jaw fell. No, there was no oue iu tho rear cars for Evans Crossing, the brakemau told her. "Ain't they some soldiers?" she cried, her face all white. "Oh, soldiers," he snid, "they's some up in the bnggnge car." Thn woman turned aud ran down the platform. As she reached the forward end of the first jasseugor coach two soldiers lifted a long pine box from the car ahead aud laid it on the plutform. The woiuau cried out to them, "Where's Jim, my boy Jim? He was comiu' ou this train I Where is he?" "Who?" asked one of the men in uniform, quietly. "My boy, Jim Springer." The soldier did not answer. He stooped and glanced down at the little white card tacked on the lid of the long pine box. "I can't tell hor,Bill,"he whispered to his companiou. The engine bell rang. The train was moving, "Why why why don't yon toll me?" cried the woman. Hhe rushed toward the two men. Hhe glanced down at the box. The card caught her eye. She leaned over and read the words written there. Then she stood up straight, her face white, her mouth open, her eyes star ing at nothing. A cry cut the air a keen, piercing, gashing cry and the woman fell upon her knees beside that box and throw ing her arms over the top sobbed and beat her head against the lid and scratched the rough boards with her nails. And just then the sun broke through the clouds, and the dew drops on the grass, the leaves, the trees aud every where sparkled like diamonds. All nature seemed to mock a mother's agouy. Detroit Free Press. IMksaml Eagle at One Catrli. Dr. Charles Woodward of New Egypt, N. J., went fishing for pike in a pond uear that village the othet day. The fish were not biting freely ami the doctor had about concluded to go home lion tie felt a bite ou his lino. Just as ha got the fish out of water au eagle flew over his head and the next instant had the pike in its grasp and started to fly away with it. By hard pulling Dr. Woodward drew his double catch to the boat. The eagle showed fight and Dr.Woodwurd attacked it with an oar, fiually killing it. It measured seveu feet from tip to tip of its wings. Dr. Wood wait got the pike also. New York Buu. CHILDREN'S COLUMN. U.-sSkB-4k-sv-s -V.-v-v--sVU Sweet Itctisniilna;. On tiptoe, very wide nwnke, l'rnwn for a moment from her play. Wntehlnit Krntidmother frost a eako, Wee Mabel stood one day. A spell of pensire sllenen passed, Vt hen by a sudden Impulse, leil, ".My pnpn snys l's itwowliu fast," V ith artless prldo she ml.l. Then pnuslng ns tho future (flowed With promise In her childish view: "An' dwan'ina, when I (lit all dwowed. l'eu I tun fwost cakes, loo." Orndtnnther stnope,!, nnd with a kiss Mabel was folded to n breast Whose lonidnits for her future bll-s Love-moistened eyes expressed. "Pwnn'mn," sho murmured, nestling there. Her sense of fostering love complete, I dess iley's fwostln.' on 'ou' hair, JJetnuse ou Is so swuet," Washington Htnr. tVlint "Sins; a Nona- of Sixpence" Menus. You nil know this rhyme, but hnve you over heard whnt it. really menus? The foiir-nnd-twenty blackbirds represent the twenty-four hours. The bottom of the pie is the world, while the top crust is the sky that over arches it. The opening of the pie is the day dnwn, w hen the birds begin to sing, and .surely such a sight is fit for a king. The king, who is represented sitting in his parlor counting out his money, is the sun, while the gold, pieces that slip through his fingers as he counts them nre the golden sunbeams. The queen, who sits in the dark kitchen, is the moon, nnd the honey with which she regales herself is the moonlight. The industrious maid, who is in the garden at work before her king the buu has risen, is the day dawn, and the clothes she hangs out are the clouds. The bird who so tragically ends the song by "nipping off her nose" is the sttuset. Ho we have the w hole dny, if not in a nutshell, iu a pie. Now York Tribune. Tim flrent Snowy Owl. The wluter or lnte autumn brings, at times, a visitor from the far north, the great snowy owl. I enme upon him the other day crouched in the long, duiul grass, which whistled in the cold wind, while the snow squalls swept along the far horizon. He turned his great blnuk eyes on me for a moment and took wing. No bird that I over saw has such motive power; the first flap of his broad wings sends him fur forward or up ward. He bounds up and swoops down, turning in any direction with all the ease nnd lightness of the swal low. A few seconds and his great bulk is a speck at the horizon, a mo ment more aud he has vanished, while you stand gazing in wonder nt his grace and speed and power. He cer tainly has small reason to forego his southern trip; wheu the arctio wiutor comes on breadths of latitude can be nothing to him. A few days, or a fortnight nt most, will allow him to pass over the stretch that separates Lis arctic home from un, mid still give him time to stop for rest and feeding by the wny. His natural vigor and power of wing is so great that tho severe cold of the sub-polar regions, and tho passage of the great distance that separates it from us, are both sustained with ease, evidently, by this magnificent bird. From "Winter Birds," iu Vick's Magazine. Si'lioal-Ilays In the Old Times. Boys and girls of the present day find the roud to learning a much smoother and pleasnuter pathway than did their forefathers. A hundred years ago the favorite text in almost every fumily wns, "Spare the rod aud spoil the child." A rawhide or bunch .of birch hung over the mantel-shelf iu many houses, to be used upon the boys of tho fam ily, the usual rule being that a whip ping at school must be followed by oue at homo. Those given at school wore usually the more serere. In many old schools iu England the "birch horse" is preserved as a curi osity: a high, wooden frame shaped like a saddle, on which the delinquent was strapped to receive his lashes. Watson, in his Annals of Philadel phia, tells us thut girls as well as boys were whipped in the "academies for the gentry" a hundred years ago. Other punishments than whipping were common. Talking in school was sometimes punished by fastening a frame over the mouth, from which lolled a huge red flannel tongue. Al most every sohool had its dunce's cap, and some of them bad a "clog," which was a blook of wood that was strapped to the leg of a trnaut and worn out side of school. Dull scholars were often made to stand open-mouthed under the clock, to be poiuted at by their comrades as they marched past. Iu certain Eng lish schools a large wicker cage is pre served iu which the delinquent was fastened, the cage being then drawn by a pulley to the ceiling, where it remained until the ill-doer was sup posed to be sufficiently punished. The tardy scholar was sometimes forced to march through the streets fireceded by an usher who carried a ighted lautern, to the niniiHoiiient of the jeering crowd. These punishments seem barbarous, and were barbarous when applied to most school deliuqueuts, but there are some nutures, almost or quite de void of moral sensibility, gross men tally and physically, that can only be made to see their wrong-doing by severe corporal punishment. They are like animals. Their comprehen sion of guilt is only vitalized and measured by the acetones of the pain inflicted as a penalty, j Mildred's Caps of Cold Water, Mildred sat under the shadiest tre she could find thnt wns nenr the pump. Thn shnde nnd the pump were botli indispensnble, It was' such a sizzling hot day. The nun had baked nil Mil dred's timd-pies "to a turn;" and they stood in little, tineveti rows, parched and browned nnd crisp, wait ing to be eaten! "Oh, denry tno! how hot it ls" sighod Mildred, trying to cool her wnrin little face on thn soft grass. But even the grnss under the shade tree wns hot. "But I'm glnd I'm me instead of horse," mused on the littlo voice; white Mildred watched a wngou come toiling up tlit little hill toward her. "That's Mr. Cooper's horse, nn' I guess he's most molted tho way he looks. Ho's nil covered over with soapsuds. I'm glnd he isn't me." The poor horse toiled on with droop ing head nnd steniuing sides. When he got to Mildred's pump, he stopped wistfully; but the trough wns empty. "O'lnng, Dobbin! You can't have any!" Mr. Cooper called crossly. "I'm too worn out to get out 'o this wngon again, to any notliiu' of pump in' n mess 'o witter! You've got to wait! (. Viang!" "Yes, oh, do wait!" cried Mildred, jumping up suddenly. For Dobbin had looked down at her with pleading eyes. And, then, s'posing she'd been Dobbin! "I can nncheck him. I'll stand np on the edge 'o the trough," she snid cheerfully. "And I'll pump. He looks so thirsty!" Every time the pump-handle Weut np, Mildred went np, too, aud theu. came dowu again on the wooden plat form with steady little thuds. She could get more water that way. Aud so Dobbin had his loug, cool drink, aud actually went off at a brisk little trot. After that a good many other pant ing horses came plodding by, with wistful side-glances toward the pump;, and Mildred's clear, pleasaut, little voice offered them all drink. People rnrely stopped at Mildred's pump. It wasn't a public wnteriug-place, and the trough was small nnd usually empty; uud perhnps people had found out how hard the pump-hundle worked up aud down. It was hot, hard work. Mildred's face got very reiV and wet, and her feet ached with the thuds on the plat form; and her arms, oh, deary met: how they ached with thepump-haudle! Between times she rested under the shady tree, feeling so thankful iu ber heart that she wasn't a horse! ' Aunt Winnie w atched her from her Invalid chair iu the window. "Oirlie," she said softly, when Mil drod went in nt supper-tirae, "do you kuow what you have been doing?" "Yes'm: resting and pumping," Mildred said promptly. "And giving a 'cup' a great many beautiful, kind cups of 'cold water,' dear!" Aunt Winnie added with a. hug. Annie Hamilton Douuell, in Ziou's Herald. Lord t'olnrldga's I'llibrell Derision, The law as to umbrellas was settled once for all by Lord Coleridge in a leading English cause. His lordship held: "Umbrellas, properly considered, are a part of the atmospheric or me teorological condition, and, as such, there can be no individual property right in them. In Sampson vs. Thompson defendant was charged with standing on plaintiff's front steps during n storm and thereby soaking up a large quantity of rain to which plaintiff was entitlod. But the court lic.l l that the raiu was any uinu'sraiu, no matter where it fell. It followed, therefore, thnt the umbrella is any man's nmbiella. In all ages rain and umbrellas have gone together, and there is no reason why they should be separated by law. An umbrella may, under certain circumstances the chief of w hich is possession take on the attributes of personal property, just ns if a man set a tub and catch a quan tity of rain water, thnt raiu water will be considered as his personal belong ing while it is in his tub. But if th sun evaporate the water nnd it is rained dowu again, or if the tub be npsetand the water spilled, the attribute of persona! ownership disappears. Ho, if a man hold his umbrella in bis hand it may be considered a personal be longing, bnt the moment it leaves his hand it returns to the great, geuersl, indivisible, common stock of umbrel las, whither the law will not attempt to pursue it. " Ho far as we know there has uerer been a successful appeal from thie decision. Chicago News. Kloutrifi Torpndo Bonis. Among the advantages to be looked for iu electric torpedo boats are the lack of flaming funnels and noisy ma chinery to give notice of approach, freedom of risk from cut steuin pipes or wrecked boilers, diminished upper works to serve as a target aud ease and rapidity of manipulation by the commander with oue hand on the con troller. A writer iu the Electrical World suggests the possibility of pri mary batteries. For a 140-foot boot, with a displacement of 110 tons, en gines of 21)00 horse-power are neces sary to give a speed of 25 kuots.nud weight of 75 tons is all that could be allowed for batteries and motors. Four motors of 500 horse-power each would weigh about 12 tons. This would permit the carrying of 20( cells consisting of 13 giuo plates 18 inches square and 12 plates of like size ot copper oxide compressed ou copper with an electrolyte solution of strong caustio alkali. Glass jars of 19 inches cube, with water-tight cov ers, would contain the elements. If such battery would work satisfactorily it should drive the vessel at full speed for one boar, or about 100 miles at 10 knot. .
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