Now tli rt the w.ir is over the battle hips have taken to funning aground once more. There will be no alarm tin long a tlie hoodoo coutlnes it ex ertions to pence periods. Thore appears to be no possibility of aecpiiring territory which the inos" qnlto has not already claimed. In the far l'liit ipi'inon as well as in Alas ka,he or she is prominently mcutionoil as a pioneer. Jo one should be discouraged by reasou of sninll capital. Tho town of Hock Islninl, in the Straits of Mack innok, was recently sold by tho regis ter of lands, for five cents, a nickel at that. When a whole town can lie bought for that sum there is hope for the poorest of us. It is safo to sny that no notion in all the history of the world ever added no much to its wealth in the same time as thin nation has done in these two last years. Money is so abundant now that private capitalists scarcely know what to do with it, and our banks are lending their spare funds in Knrope. F.ven the government of ltussia has come bote seeking a big loan, because there is mot e spare cash here than anywhere else. And our surplus is increasing daily. Western batiks, hint end of borrowing from 'cw York are lending money in New York. AVhnt does it all mean? It may be recalled that at a certaiti otage of the battle of Manila. Admiral Dewey withdrew his Meet for break fast. Ureakfast at lent has usually been held accountable for that pause in the tight. It is stated now that the real cause for drawing olV was that the Olympia had only fifteen projectiles left for her big guns, and that as soon as the fleet got around the point, a new- apportionment of ammunition was made, and then the fight went on. It is also stated that when the fight was over thore were only thirty big gun projectiles left. With these, and no more to fall back on, Admiral Dewey sot down and waited, the Ger man admiral, kind man, keepiug him company, from the 1st of May until June 28, when the Baltimore arrived with fresh ammunition. A long straiu on the uerves that. A high French official lately re marked apropos, of American posses sion of the Philippines: "The appear ance of the Americans in eastern wa ters is a disturbing factor to the whole of Europe. Americans, it is well known, lack diplomatic inaunors, and will surely bring constant trouble to all of us." It is possible that Ameri can diplomacy has not always in its processes exhibited the "snaviter in modo," aud indeed has sometimes in the courso phrase of a foreigner, been 'of the "shirt sleeves" variety. But there is one thing worse than a lack of diplomatic, manners, and that is diplo matic insincerity aud Unease. Our people may at times be rough of speech, but they have a w ay of going straight to the point that compares favorably with the circumflex methods of European phrase-makers. Honest diplomacy is more of a desideratum than smooth diplomacy. There is no veal assurance of sue- cess in the reported agreement of del egates at the international anarchist conference in regard to the suppres sion of this crimo. Assertions of a uniform system agreed upou iu deal ing with it are somewhat discredited by the oue definite statement given forth, namely, that the conference de dines to reoognlze anarchist outragos as political crimes. There has been no 1 itimation as to what i necessary to constitute a political crime, and, so far as Great Britain is concerned, there can be little ground for agreement with the continental powers iu defln ing it. Borne of the noble-it patriots as well as some of the worst assassins Lave found refuge iu London during the past seventy or eighty years by reason of the rule that political opin ions, however dangerous, caunot be considered criminal without encroach ing on the rights of free speech and the privilege of asylum. Nor would the British government agree to draw auy line suparating opinions claimed to be political from those which, under continental law, would undoubtedly be amouable to punishineut. And it would be useless for the conference to call itself international if New York and London were left comparatively free from' the closer police surveillance which will be neoeisary iu continen tal cities. If anarchy is to be com letely crashed out, it will have to be done by an equal severity shown by all the powers concerned. But this wonlddemaud a similarity in spirit and method which does not exist, observes the New York Commercial Advertiser. ADMIRAL DEATH. Pots, are ys ratlins; a tnsst tonight? (Hear what the sea-wind sslth) Fill For a bumper strong and bright, And hnrn's to Ailmlrnl Death I He's snlli'd In a hundred builds o' boat, lis s fought In s hundred Kinds o coat, He's the snnlor ting nt all that float, Ann ins name s Admiral veaiu. Which of yon looks for a service free? I Hear whnt the sen-wind sslth) The rules o' the service urn but three when V fnll with Admiral Heath, Htondy your hand In time o' sipinlls, Htnnd to thn lnnt by him that falls. And answer clear to the volue that call, "Ay, Ay: Admiral neniu: How will yn know him amnnu the rest? i llonr what the sea-w ml sa th) By the glint o' the stars that cover his breast Tn inav llnd Admiral Dentil. Iv tho forehead grim with nn nnnlent senr, liy the voice tnnt rolls like tliiiniler far. lty the tenderer! eyps of nil that are, le in ay know Admiral I'i'ntli. Where are the Inds that sailed before? I Hear what the sin-wlnd saltlil Their bones are white by mimv ashore, hey sleep with Admiral lirnth. fill! lint I hey loved him, ynung and old, Kor be left the laggard, nnd took the hold. And the light was fought, and the story's loin. And they sleep with Admiral Death. Henry Newbolt. HOW HEJIED. j An Ephode From the Soudan. He had lived in nn infant village of Hcotlnnd, lying in the bosom of the hills, wrapped in green trees, nnd soothed by the prattle of a fussy brook and the weird singings and sighiugs of nature. He had lived in the pence of solitude, with the mountains for bis great shaggy playfellows, and he scrambled among their great beards, the forests, like a little Ilea. The bum was his bath, and he and his companions would run around it like young white deer diving like white arrows into the water, or framing it 4 clear mirror like a group of beautiful undo nngels whose wingi were nt the washiug. Here his momory wns born, and the birthplace of memory is its shrine for evermore. Hitch was hisnurserv the humming of bees, the singing of birils,the mur muring brooks, the funning of green branches the nursery of life; fur away from the humming of bullets, the blare of trumpets, the rolling of drums the nursery of death. Now he wns dying. The dying have good memories. Death's door is a mirror. He bad worked on the little farm with Lis elder brothor. His name was John no.it was "Jock." He had worked there till he was '10. He rose at 5 in the morning and yoked "Hess," the old mare, iuto the plow. They plowed together for two hours. Oue of "Bess "eyes was blind the left one. They had breakfast at 8, aud Jock asked' the blessing: "We thank Thee, O Father, for giving us our daily bread." That wa all. He remembered it, every word. He wondered if Jock asked the blossiiia yet. He had a letter iu his pocket from his mother and Jock. Neither of them could write, so tho minister had written it for them. But his mother had spoken it all he knew her in every word except that bit at the end tolling how old Tom, the dog, had got lus leg broken in the act of hanging on to Bess tail. Thnt was .lock's contribution. These terrible flies. Ho couldn't turn round either. Home thing wrong with his back. He couldn't feel anything. He seemed to be resting on air, and the air hurt him. He was lying beside a rock. It was black smooth hard. It gleamed with the many colors of an opal when the sun struck it. The sun wns going down. It seemed to be hot with its day's work. It buried its red face iu the sand. How silent everything wast It was like the kirk on the Hubbnth. How large the rook was when he lay at its feetl Like life. He had never thought it so large when he walked about it four hours ago. Like life again. He had walked about it on his feet. How strange to walk ou one's feetl Whore were the soldiers his mates? Wore they all killed? He was alive, but dying.- His heart throbbed too fast. How still everything was; no hnmmiug iu tho air, or yelling of the black white-clad devils, or oaths, or squirting of blood nothing but sileuce. Could he turn his head? He could, but something like hot water trickled over his brow. Thore was a dead black Arab about two yards away a ghastly bunch of mortality. How block he was! "Jock" had never seen a black man. His eyes were staring at him' like balls It glass. What were they staring at him for? His teeth were douched, and his right hand held a speur. The spear poiut was red. Oue dark leg wai drawn np. He looked like a wax work figure blown over by the wind. Wheu did be leave home? Two years og i two years ago two years ago. Homothiug in his ears seemed to draw out the words like elastic and ring them like bells. What was he thinking of? His memory seemed to faint and then recover. Two years Biuceiueur "us mat any He remembered that morning very well. A bonuie morniug. The birds wore sieging aud the burn murmuring to itself. It would be murmuring now. Jock would be in bed by this time. The great mountains were clothed in purple crimson thrones. The sheep dotted them with white spots, and they were very lonesome. He had his red aoat ou, aud his sword and nil; lint he cried as ho went over the brae. He remembered it very well, "H'loug, Jock," he had said, but they never shook Lauds. "S'loug, Diok," said Jock, and combed down the n-si'e. - ' "S'long, mother." His mother was making Jock's porridge stirring it on the fire. Tom, the cat, squirmed in and out and aronnd his legs, his tail in air, as though he was drunk. Oh, God! Hover followed him np the bran. Bo' er wns his collie, his dog. They had worked together many a morning np on the hills. He had shared his breakfast many a time. Thnt nigger's eves how they stared. Bover stared nt him like thnt. "llnme!" he cried. "Hnme wi' ye, Mover!" The dog looked at him with surprised eyes, but did not budge, "llnme, Bover!" The dog whined, but did not move. He took tip n stone nnd flung it nt the dog. Jt struck it. Ho cowered under the blow. "Hnme, Bover!" he cried sternly, and the tears ran down his cheeks. The dog inn back a little way, faced about, pinniped down on the heather nnd watched him. Whnu he turned at the top of the brae and looked bnck it was watching him still. A brown fly wns standing on the black lock about a foot from bis face. It stood very still. It might bnve been painted. He watched it intently. Its wings were like glistening nnnor. Its leet nild legs were bright red. It had been wading iu blood. Would it never go? lie could not raise his hand to brush it away. He blew it with his breath gasping but it did not budge. Suddenly it started nwny. Was the world dead that everything was no hushed? Something howled very fur away a dog, perhaps. How beautiful the desert was like a great bench with the ocean lolled away out of sight. . A golden lloor.like thn floor of heaven. But ono did not die in henvon. A star (.'limmered very far away, like a shimmering jewel iu a doep blue evening robe. . The moon rose up to the roof of the world like a yellow Chinese lantern. Why was he lying here? How had it happened? Then he remembered tho regiment standing iu the sandy desert waiting for the rush. How strnnge it all wns. The silence wns terrible. A man behind him be gan to laugh. Another swore onths in a low voice. Another naid: "Got a bite o' baccy, mate?" Then, from be hind the rocks, a long row of white smoke pull's curled up, like smoke from gigantic pipes. Bed tongues spit at them. The nir bummed and w histled. A man's hut went oil". A bayonet fell with a jingle, aud a man sat ilown upon the sand with a scared white face, liddliug with the buttons of his coat. Somebody began to noun. The captain said: ".Steady, nie'i. Take the beggars low down." 1'uEii the great dark wave, white crested, ramo racing across the yellow beach. It broke upou the red rock fierce, nngiy face, blazing eyes, white teeth, big flapping feet. He set his teeth and drove his bayonet in a big bluck body. How soft it was. It squirmed ou the end of it like a fly on tho end of a pin. Then the blow came a terrible shock. It seemed to lift him into the nir and fling him backward. Home thing stopped his ears. The reeling black and red figures flashed dtwu ward. Now ho was lying beside the rock. How strange he felt! Thnt dead sol dier how white his fuce was! A little hole iu his forehead a little red pea, Lifo had leaped through that. What a small thing it was! Who was moan ing for water? Was it he, or some one behind him? He could :'.ot toll. It wns getting cold. The stars were all watching him. The beautiful do- Bert. That was Bover howling. He was very near. How loud the bowling was! Death's watchdogs. He was near death's house. "H'loug, Jock." How dizzy he felt. He could not see very well. "S'long, mother." A black mist rushed over the sand. His head tumbled backward as though a prop had been suddenly re moved. The diamond eyes turned iuto glass of a pale blue and green color. Extract from the nowspapers the soldier's epitaph. "Killed iu the Houdan: Itichard McDouald, aged Tl." Chsnrea or tlia Collpge Grartimte. "Appleton's Cyclopaedia of Aineri can Biography" contains, iu round fig ures, 1 3,01) J names. Of that number a few over 5000 are the uames of cob lege graduates, and 10,000 approxi inatoly are the uames of those who are not college graduates. It is extreme ly difficult to estimate with any degree of accuracy the number of college graduates who have lived iu our couu try since the beginning of our history, Suppose we adopt the usual estimate of 150,000. Five thousand of these have done such work as to deserve rec ognition; that is, oue man in every HO sent out by the colleges and uuiver sities has reached some distiuction. This proportion seems pitifully small. and our casa seems already lost. But let us put over against these col lege graduates those whoare not grad uates. As the male population of the United State grows up and passes through the age of college education, a little more than 1 per cent, actually gradu utes from' colleges aud universities for ease in calculation, let us cull it 1 per cent. Then, if we oount the grad nates iu our country since the begin ning of our history at 150,000, the non-graduate males of graduate age number 15,000,000. Of this vast mul tit iido only 10,000 have done such work as merits recognition in an eucy ! cloimnlia of bioaratihv. Onlv one in I every 1500 of the non-graduates has I attuiued distinction, while one iu every DO of the college graduates has beeu equally fortunate. That is to say, the boy who takes timo to prepare hnu sell for bis work by submitting him self to the discipline furnished by the college or university ' increases his chadces of success fifty fold. Professor I John Curletou Jones, iu The Forum, KILLING AT WORK. THE AUTHOR POET 6EEN IN HI3 DEN. Or. Leon Kellner, the Historian, Aft. forded the Privilege of an Interview with the Celebratod Character Dis trustful of lllmsolf. Mr. Rudyard Kipling's objection to being Interviewed Is known to nil the world. But the rule which Mr. Kip ling has lain down for himself with regard to tho Anglo-Saxon world seems to he relaxed when due ap proaches are made by foreigners. Per haps Mr. Kipling Is of the well-known view that foreign opinion Is a sort of contcmpornry posterity. At any rate, he has been Interviewed by Dr. .enn Kellner, who Is on n prolonged Visit to England to collect materials for his proposed "History," on which he has been engaged for the Inst ten years. Dr. Kellner nnturnlly desired o lenrn something nhout the most prominent figure In English literature nt the end of the era his nlms, his method of work, and tho factors which hnve gono to create so remarkable a phenomenon and with Teutonic di rectness he applied to the distinguish ed author hlmfeclf. The result wns nn ntervlew which appeared recently as a fcullleton In a Viennese Journal the 'Neues Wiener Tnghlatt" doubtless with Mr. Kipling's permission. Whnt appears to hnve struck Dr. Kellner most In the personality of his STATUE OF MICHAEL ANCELO. ill Paul W. Bnrtlott's statue of Michael Angelo, which, when complete, will occupy a placo In the second story or the great rotunda In the congressional library at Washington, will be one of the most remarkable works of art in that collection, because the artist has refrained from Idealizing his subject and has portrayed him in keeping with the descriptions of tho great sculptor subject was the air of happiness which surrounded him. "All that fate Kipling would call :t 'the good God' has to bestow of real worth has been granted to this won derful child of fortune; love, domes ticity, Independence, fame, and power, in the vigor of youth (he Is- only 32) and sound health, and, above all, the capacity of enjoying his good Xortune. RUDYARD KIPLINO. He has known how by wise economy to obtain full Independence; he has for many years been placed In such u position that he can withstand all the temptations of publishers and editors, and In bis creative work need only re spond to the inner' call and his literary conscience. Literary crentlon is, for him, the highest Joy, and the calling of a writer the noblest pursuit Nor la that all; Kipling has the happiest fortune which can happen to a man when he has attain 3d the .highest aims, his father and mother are still alive, and he can and does say with proudest modesty, "All that I am I owe to them," Kipling's father was an artist, holding an official position In India, and lives now In retirement In the neighborhood of his son, for with such a globe-trotter, Wiltshire Is regarded as quite near Sussex. Happy father and happy sonl Of his mother he naturally does not speak to strang ers, hut it Is sufllclent to hear a man say 'my mother,' to understand tho relntlons that exist between them." The Impression of nil this happiness wns so strong upon Dr. Kellner that after his Interview he said to himself: "Today I havo seen happiness face to fare." The first Impression produced by Mr. Kipling on the Interviewer was striking In Its diversity. "Whenever Mr. Kipling speaks and turns bis face full upon you you would think you had before you a very wide awake, lively and harmless child, but the pro lllo shows a strong man who has not grown np In the atmosphere of the study. "I have seldom," adds the In terviewer, "received two such differ ent Impressions from one and tho snme fact. Tho work room Is of sur prising simplicity, the north wall Is covered with hooks, half Its height over tho door hangs a portrait of Burne-Jones (Mr. Kipling's unrle), to the right, near tho window, stnnds a plain table not a writing table on which Ho a couple of pages containing verses. No works of nrt, no conven iences, no knlck-kn:i"ks,the unadorned room, simple and earnest, like a Purl tan chapel." "I much fear," hegnn the Interview er, "that I havo come too early, nnd which have come to the present gen eration. He is represented as con templating one of his works. The po sition of the head makes some people who have seen tho model think that the completed work will have to be viewed Trom Its own level to be seen at Its best, and that It will be less ef fective from the main floor of the rotunda, from which point It will re ceive the most attention. that I have disturbed you In your work." "No, no," Interrupted Klpllns. "I have done my dally task." I looked astonished at him. The late lamented Trollope come to my mind, who under all circumstances wrote his twenty pages every day, but Trollope and Kipling! He guassed at once what had astonished me. "I do my daily task conscientiously, but not all that I write is printed; moat of It goes there." The waste paper basket un der the tablo here received n vigorous kick and a mass of torn-up papers rolled out on the ground. Kipling's movements are quick nnd lively, and, perhaps, somewhat nervous; a thor oughly southern temperament. Distrustful as ho Is about himself, he is without bounds in bis recogni tion of others. He admires Steven son warmly, delights In Henley's po etry. He expressed himself In high praise of the latest work of Leonard Merrick, "The Actor-Manager." H-- Interests himself in all the literary work of the day, and is at home In all the chief movements and side currents In the spiritual life of England. When discussing the "Literary History cf England," which Dr. Kellner has ia hand, Mr. Kipling said: "If I had your book to wrlto I would attempt in a final chapter to discover the path which may lead from tho present chaotic condition of our liter ature and thnt of the twentieth cen tury. I would call the chapter "Be tween the Epochs." 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