roi Bemorvaic: Wald, Bellefonte, Pa., June 14, 1901. re WHEN I AM DEAD. I do not ask the mourner’s tear Of those who pass around my bier, I do not ask the tragic grief In tears alone that finds relief— But bending o’er my narrow bed— Speak kindly of me when I'm dead. Ah! lay not flowers white and sweet, In rich profusion at my feet— But bring with you some mem’ries there— That link my name with scenes once dear— And beg a blessing o'er my head As you look on me when I am dead. If I have failed, Ah! then forget The bitterness of vain regret; Let it for me atonement plead Forget the thoughtless word or deed And breathe a prayer for me instead, As you look on me when I'm dead. Ah! could we of another’s life, It’s records find of danger s rife, Of disappointments, sobs and tears— Temptations, doubts and loves and fears— We'd pause as tragic lines were read, In admiration of the dead. Ah! ques’ion self and who can tell Could you have filled my place as well? Life’s troubles ebbs and tides have braved— Through yearning for some love you craved— Then whisper prayers above my head— And judge me kindly—when I'm dead. Kate Thyson Marr, in Fornt. ——— THE LILY-FOOT WOMAN. Bruce Graden, drowsing over his wine, became conscious of the heavy odor of sandalwood; it pierced his tired brain, and roused him to consciousness. He straight- ened himself in his teak-wood chair, and stared across the dining-table. The reed curtains over the dining-room door were tinkling together as if stirred by some strong draft of air, a bronze temple gong on a side table clanged softly. Then Gra- den saw a Chinese woman part the reed draperies, and hobble across the room. She was a ‘‘Lily-foot’’” woman, and her feet were tinier than a baby’s. Her blouse and trousers were of stiff silk, colored like a peacock’s plumage. Her small oval face was turned toward him. Over each ear in the blue-black roll of her hair, hung lotus blossoms of pearls. Her narrow slits of eyes were full upon him. He could see the spots of rouge on her delicate cheek bones, and the painted red of her small full mouth. Then she melted from sight in the shadow of the high carved sideboard. : Graden found himself upon his feet, one hand clinched upon the back of his chair, the other at his throat. He walked to the nearest window and flung up the sash, a damp salt-flavored wind blew in from the bay. The lights of Sau Francisco lay be- neath him, and the babel of the streets came up to him faintly in a murmurous monotone. L Graden leaned far out, drawing in great breaths of the night air. It was the clos- ing week of the famous Keene will case, and Graden, chief counsel for the defense, felt that his nerves were racked quite enough without the additional strain of seeing a phantom Chinese girl who appear- ed from nowhere and disappeared into the: wall. This was the second time within the week that he had seen the ‘‘Lily-foot’’ woman. The first time he had thought her a hallucination of his overwrought brain. But this time there could be no mistake. A faint odor of sandalwood still lingered in the room. Graden, who de- tested the scent, turned on all the electric lights, and moved about the room throwing open the windows. While he was thus engaged, Ah Yung, the new Chinese butler, came in with his tray to clear the table. He was a tall, powerfully built Chinaman, with a handsome, rather cruel face. He moved silently about the table, the jade bracelets on his sinewy wrists chinking to- gether as he set the unused liquor glasses back upon the sideboard. In the brilliant light his eyes looked swollen and klood- shot. His lips moved inaudibly, and he scowled to himself as he went about his work. ‘‘He’s been smoking too much opinm,’’ thought Graden, as he lighted a cigar with fingers that still trembled a little. ‘‘Bring my hat and coat, Yung,’’ he said aloud, as the butler turned to the door with his load- ed tray. The Chinaman looked back over his shoulder, his eyes bad a fixed, glassy stare. He gave no sign that he had heard the request. ; “Good Lord, I wonder what ke sees,’’ said Graden to himself. But Ah Yung re- turned presently with the coat and hat,and Graden plunged into the crowded streets with an odd feeling of warmth and security. The next evening Graden brought his friend, Waldo Crane, home to dine with him. As the two men stood upon the door step, Graden, bending to fit the latch-key, began telling Crane of the ‘‘Lily-foot’’ woman. A heavy fog shrouded the city; from the bay came the hoarse blare of fog- korns. The moisture dripped from the eaves of the house; it was one of the oldest residences in the city, set in a small wall- ed garden. A peach tree in bloom in an angle of the garden wall shone whitely through the mist; from somewhere in the damp garden beds came the faint perfume of Chinese lilies. Inside the ball Graden wiped the beads of moisture from his gray moustache. ‘‘And so, Waldo,’’ he concluded, ‘‘I’ve brought you up to see if you can see her, too; and, to tell the truth, I don’t like staying here alone, I spent last night at the Club. My nerves are all out of sorts.” Waldo Crane laughed, but not derisively, for he was a journalist, and he knew many things about Chinatown, that strange city within a city, where the vice and crime of two countries meet and mingle. ‘‘How long have you had your butler ?”’ asked Crane, later, as they finished their broiled: pompano. ‘‘Oh, a little over a week,” answered Graden; ‘‘he came high- ly recommended, and he seems very satis- factory; occasionally he’s a little off color from opium, but I don’t mind,I am scarce- ly ever here.”’ ‘“The last time I saw him his name was Ah Gooey, and he was the biggest High- Binder in Chinatown—''Crane .stopped abruptly, for Yung had entered with the roast beef. He caught the glance of the two men upon him and started nervously. His hands trembled as he set the dishes upon the table, muttering something be- neath his breath. - When he passed behind Graden’s chair, Crane glanced sharply up at him and seemed about to speak, but changed his mind and settled himself back in his chair. The dinner progressed in si- lence; Crane was hungry, and Graden was very tired. Presently Yung brought in the Roquefort and water biscuit. Both men leaned back in their chairs and sipped their wine. Cranejspoke after a moment's si- lence, ‘‘It must be nearly time for the ‘Lily-foot’ woman to——'’ he was inter- | the painted red of her lips. rupted by a crash of broken glass; Yung had dropped a decanter of port, and the red wine splashed over his white blouse like spots of blood. “What the devil— '’began Graden angrily, but Yung did not hear him, he was jabbering Chinese in a high, shrill voice. ‘‘He's crazy with opinm,’’ eried Crane; both men had jumped to their feet. Then Ah Yung began to talk ‘‘Pidgin’’ English : “Ino clazy, I no clazy! She come to-night,I know,I see her allee time ! The ‘Lily-foot’ girl, I steal her in China, bling her to Sa’ Flascisco, I think I sell her, fi’ thlousan’ dollas. She cly allee tlime an’ scleam loud, I flaid pleece mans fin’ her, one day pleece devils come to my house in Chinatown, they stlay down stair, no can fin’ way up—°Lily-foot’ girl scleam an’ cly, I say you no keepee still I killee you, she scleam allee same, I ling her neck likee this 1”? He clinched his long brown fingers about his throat, ‘‘She no scleam any mo’, pleece devils go way no’ can find. I takee off all fine dless an’ jewelly, an’ thlo her in ol’ well unner my house, but she no stay, no can stay, too cold,too dark, she come back allee time, I no stay in Chinatown, I flaid, I come to work allee samee cook boy, but she come allee time, she come—’ His voice ended in a shrill scream, for through the reed hangings came the hobbling, smiling, ‘‘Lily-foot’’ wom- an, her sharp white teeth shining between She came straight across the room to the groveling figure of the Chinaman, stood over him a moment, and vanished like a whiff of smoke. And Graden and Crane found themselves alone with a very Chinese butler, and the heavy, over-powering odor of sandalwood. —By Edith Marion Haverly,in the Pilgrim. Growth of Pension Roll. Over Forty-Three Thousand Additions to the List in the Past Eleven Months, The commissioner of pensions states re- sults of the efforts of the bureau for eleven months of the fiscal year, ending May 31st, as follows : Original pensions have been granted : For account of war of 1812, widows, 2; for account of Indian wars, “widows, 112, sur- vivors, 7; for account of Mexican war, widows, 325, survivors, 14; for account of service prior to 1861, 6th, making a total of 466 pensioned for account of service prior to the Civil war. For account of the Civil war there have been pensioned for disabilities incurred in service: Invalids, 1,051; for disabilities as provided by act of 1890, invalids, 16,852; for widows under old law, 2,901; for wi- dows, under act of 1890 and amendments, 14,479; for nurses, 25, making a total of original issues on account of the Civil war of 35,408. In addition to this number there have been restored to the rolls 4,100 names that were previously dropped or suspended for various causes. There are now about 160,000 of those drawing under the act of 1890 and amend- ments that receive the maximum rate of $11 per month. There have been 619 pensioned that car- ried a total of $927,314 (an average of $1,- 514 each) as first payments. A large per cent. of all these cases are known as ‘‘old minors,’’ and only appear on the rolls for the one payment. For account of service in the war with Spain there have been granted 2,369 pen- sions to invalids and 1,156 pensions to widows and dependents. The total num- ber of claims for account of this war to date has been 43,874. : Under the act of March 3rd, 1901, pro- viding for the repensioning of widows who remarried and again became widows, there have been 1,950 claims filed. There will be an increase in the number of pensioners on the rolls at the close of the present fiscal year, June 30th, 190], over the previous year. The appropriations made by Congress for the fiscal year will be sufficient with one exception, viz., that for medical examina- tions. In this item there will be a de- ficiency. Congress appropriated $700,000, but the demand for medical examinations during the fiscal year bas been so great that the appropriation will not be sufficient to meet the requirements of the law under the established practice. In addition to the number of original pensions granted as set forth, for the eleven months, there have been issued for increases, rerating and accrued pensions 50,680 certificates, or the bureau has written for all classes 94,077 certificates. There have been 43,397 names added to the rolls since July 1st, 1900. July 1st, 1898, the adjudication or origi- nal invalid pensions was from twenty to thirty months in arrears in the respective divisions. The commissioner predicts that by the close of the present fiscal year,June 30th, 1901, the adjudication of all original claims (invalids, widows and dependents) will be current, to the end that just so soon as the evidence in a claim is complete that claim will go from the pending filed for adjudication. Wasp Stings. People Who Have Died from the Effects of Them. In an article on the stings of wasps a British medical journal cites the two fol- lowing cases which have come under its notice : A strong, healthy girl of 27 was stung on the neck by a wasp and fainted. On regaining consciousness she complained of a general feeling of numbness and par- tial blindness and vomited. She recovered in the course of a few hours. Two months later she was stung again, this time on the hand. Her face became flushed, she again complained of numbness and blindness. suddenly became very pale, fainted and died twenty-five minutes. after she was stung. Another case was that of a girl of 22 years, who was stung by a wasp hehind the angle of the jaw. The sting was at once extracted and ammonia applied. In a few minutes she complained of faintness and would have fallen if she had not been supported. Her face assumed an expres- sion of great anxiety, and afew minutes later she was tossing on the bed, complain- ing of a horrible feeling of choking and of agonizing pain in the chest and abdomen. Brandy gave no relief. There was nausea, but no vomiting. She rapidly became in- sensible and died fifteen minutes after re- ceiving the sting. The most probable ex- planation of such cases seems to lie in what is known as idiosyncrasy—that is, abnormal sensitiveness in particular indi- viduals to certain toxic agents, It is well known that drugs vary much in action on different people. What is a safe does for one is dangerously large for another. The inability of some people to eat strawberries or shellfish is another instance of the same phenomenon. The active agent of bee Stine is generally believed to be formic acid. that we should have more accurate infor- mation regarding the action of this drug on different species of the lower animals and through them on man himself.— Chicago Chronicle. : It therefore seems very desirable’ Wealthy Red Men. Some Indian Tribes That Have Attained a State of Affluence. At the office of the Commissioner of In- dian affairs a few days ago contracts were let to cattlemen for the renting of the pas- ture lands of the Osage Indians, in Okla- homa. These Indians have 800,000 acres of pasture land, of which 600,000 acres were rented. This will add to the annual income of the tribe about $120,000. ‘‘And already,’’ said Captain A. C. Tonner, As- sistant Commissioner of Indian Affairs, re- cently, ‘‘the Osage Indians are the richest people in the world. ‘‘Several years ago the land of the Osages in Kansas were sold, the sale realizing $8,- 000,000. This money was placed in the Treasury of the United States, and from it the Osage Indians derive an annual income of $400,000. In addition to this they own 1,570,195 acres of land, which is fairly worth $5 an acre, making the value of their land holdings $7,850,875. Thereare 1,972 Indians in the tribe, counting men, women and children. They all share alike in the tribal wealth, and when a child is born it becomes joint property owner with all the other Indians in the tribe. The profits from the $8,000,000 held in the Treasury, the recent rental of pasture lands and oth- er sources of revenue give the Osages an an- nual income of approximately $600,000, a per capita income of $304.25 for each man, woman and child. When a family consists of man and wife and eight children, as of- ten happens, the family receives each year in cash $3,040, and ou their lands they raise all their foodstuffs and considerable grain for the market. The realty holdings of the tribe have a per capita valuation of $3,987, or, for a family of ten $39,870. There is no other race of people in the world, it is declared that can make such a showing. i The Osage Indians have not failed to pro- fit by this wealth. Thesonsand daoghters of families are sent East to colleges and boarding schools to be educated, many of them receiving professional training. There are afew families, of course, which still live with almost the simplicity that mark- ed the lives of their savage ancestors, but the desire for education and culture is rapidly spreading and when the Osages be- come citizens a few years hence they will be fully equipped for the duties and re- sponsiblities of citizenship. The homes of some of the most progres- sive Osages compare favorably with the dwellings of white people of equal wealth. Their houses are richly furnished with car- pets and modern furniture, and in many houses there are pianos, upon which the boarding school training of the daugthers has taught them to perform. Horses and carriages are not infrequent, and though the automobile has not yet made its ap- pearance it is not an impossibility of the future. The enviable condition of the Osages has led to a considerable influx of white set- tlers on the reservation, many white men seeking alliances with the daughters of Osage families. The tribal government, however, has found a way, if not to stop,at least to profit by this white emigration. From every white person on the reserva- tion a monthly poll tax of $1 is collected. The imposition of this tax has driven from the reservation many suitors for the hands of Osage maidens and has given those who remain an ardor and eagerness for matri- mony which might not follow were long courtships not thus rendered expensive lux- uries. Slept Two Years So the Doctors Claim. After a continuous rleep of two years, Michael Doran has been discharged from the Binghamton, N. Y., state hospital as cured. His case is a most peculiar one, and but for the injection of lignid nourishment | during his long slumber he must have died of starvation. Doran was afflicted with epilepsy. He took naps which at times lasted two or three days. His naps increased in length until they became a continuous slumber. He lay as if dead. At regular intervals the nurses, under the direction of the physicians, administer- ed nourishment, but a few months ago there came a change. The attending phy- sician noticed a faint motion of the eyelids. For several days this continued at inter- vals, but there was no other sign of return- ing animation. One day an attendant was pushing a bread cart through the wards, and as he passed Doran, the sleeper, stretch- ed out his hand, and whispered the word ‘bread.’ This was the first word he had spoken in more than two years. Bread was given him, and from that date he began to im- prove. Gradually he regained the use of his limbs, and last week he was discharg- ed. Priest Declared Engagement Postponed, Miss Mary Ennis and Neil Maguire, members of well known West Philadel- phia families, were to have been married June 13. The banns had been puplished in their respective churches. On Sunday the engagement was as publicly declared brok- en in both churches. The officiating priest thus addressed the congregation at each mass : ‘‘Miss Mary Ennis bas requested me to publicly announce that her marriage with Neil Maguire has been indefinitely post- poned.”’ ; When the banns were preclaimed in the bridegroom’s church, a young woman pres- ent turned pale, and hurrying out, was helped into the parochial residence. There she had an interview with the pastor, Father McCort. Later the priest sent for Mr. Maguire, and also visited: Miss Ennis. The announcement of yesterday followed. Whatever story the girl told, Maguire denies its truth. Monday he said : “I am the victim of a jealous, designing woman.”’ Fierce Fight With Footpads. Costan Burns, of Ellwood City, Clarion county, was held up by three highwaymen and robbed of $1,000 in the heart of the town on Monday afternoon. Then they got into a buggy they bad in waiting and drove out of town with the horse on the run. Burns ran to Sidle’s livery stable shouting that he was robbed. Policeman Moon and hostler Matt Driscoll jumped in a buggy and started in pursuit. Other citizens followed on horseback and in buggies. : Coming within range of the robbers | Moon opened fire with his revolver. The robbers fired back. For a mile or more a running fight was kept up. The robbers closely pursued took to the woods, Moon and Driscoll following. The robbers’ am- munition gave out, and two of them were captured. One slightly wounded, gave the name of J. W. Keenan. The other re- fused to give his name. They had $400. A hundred citizens are scouring woods for the third robber. Pine Needles Industry in Oregon. The utilization of the pine needles of the yellow Oregon pine, botanically Pinus Ponderosa, is becoming an industry of con- siderable importance on the Pacific coast. Fifty years ago it was discovered that the extracts and products of the long, slender leaves of the pine possessed real efficacy in complaints of a pulmonary character. It is claimed that insomnia yields to the in- fluence of the pungent odor, and asthmatics have found a real refief in partaking of the oil and in sleeping upon pillows stuffed with the elastic and fragrant fibre manu- factured from the interior substance of the pine leaves. The illimitable forests of yellow pine abounding in the State of Or- egon, with their accessibility to through lines of transportation, suggested to a Ger- man from the forests of Turingia the trans- fer of a lucrative business to the Pacific coast. In Germany the leaves never ex- ceed two inches in length, while in Oregon they often exceed thirty inches, and aver- age twenty. In the former country the forest laws are extremely strict and often prohibitive, obliging the maker of the product to use the dried leaves that have fallen to the ground and thus insuring an inferior and less effective quality of goods. In the Western State denuding the yellow pine of its leaves has been encouraged, the expert of the Forestry ‘Commission having pronounced the process as beneficial. A tally kept of the weight gathered from a certain number of trees indicated that the crop taken in April weighed 650 pound while that of the same trees in October yielded 775 pounds. Two crops are gath- ered yearly, the later one being always the largest. The leaves of the young trees are preferred, yielding a better quality of oil, it ie said; though this fact is doubted. The leaves are striped from the trees by women and men, who are hired for the purpose, and who are paid 25 cents a hun- dred pounds for the needles. Five hun- dred pounds is regarded as an average day’s work. The leaves are picked into sacks and hurriedly sent to the factory. Exposure to the sun causes the leaves to wilt, and impairs the quality of the pro- duct. In picking, the thickest bunches of leaves are selected, and the scanty ones neglected. The vast quantity available, so far beyond any present demand, permits the picker to thus discriminate. The fac- tory at which the essences and extracts of the needles are manufactured has a capacity for handling 2,000 pounds of leaves per day; but it is soon to be enlarged to about four times its present size. In the extraction of pine oil,2,000 pounds of green leaves are required to produce ten pounds of oil. The process is the ordinary one of distillation. In the manufacture of fiber the leaves pass through a process of steaming, washing, drying, etc., twelve in all, occupying four days. Two qualities are produced, first and second. The first, from which no oil has been distilled, is worth, upon the market, about ten cents per pound. The fiber is elastic, and tbe staple only little shorter than the green leaf from which ‘it was made, and with strength sufficient to enable it to be spun and woven into fabrics. Mixed with hair, the fiber makes an excellent material for mattresses or pillows, and repose comes quickly when resting upon them. It is also used as a partial filling for cigars, im- parting a flavor not the least disagresable, and calming to the nerves. The oil ex- tracted gives an agreeable flavor to candies. Toilet soaps are made, strongly impreg- nated with essential oil of pine needles. The fiber itself, after curing, looks like a slender shaving of some dark wood, re- taining its odor indefinitely. Insects abhor it on that account. It is said that the Oregon factory is the only one in the world outside of Germany. An Artificial Inferno. The Danger Blast Furnace Workers Hourly Face. The mode of operating one of the older furnaces, although it was the accepted method only a few years ago, seems crade enough now. Workmen with shovels transfer the foel and raw material from the railroad cars to novel iron wheelbar- rows which are loaded on a rickety looking elevator that creeps creaking up the out- side of the furnace to the top, a hundred feet in the air. Perched up on this chim- neylike structure, with the molten pool directly below—standing above the crater of a volcano, as it were—are workmen whose daily occupation is as dangerous as that of a steeple climber. The deadliest danger is from the great wave of poisonous gases which rushes up with terrific force whenever the ‘‘bell,”’ as the top of the furnace is called, is opened to admit a fresh supply of fuel or ore. As a rule, the escaping gases becomes ignited, and woe betide the unfortunate workman who is tardy in retreating before the sheet of flame that momentarily illuminates the whole country side. At times, however, the | gases donot pass off in flame, and the effect npon the workmen of the terrible rush of carbonite acid fumes is very much the same as that which might be expected from an over dose of whiskey. Sometimes a severe attack of hiccoughs and a violent headache warn the worker that he must quickly seek a clearer atmosphere, but more often the laborer falls in his tracks as completely overcome as though ‘a heavy dose of ether or chloroform had been ad- ministered. .So many men have lost their lives or been terribly burned by pitching headlong within the zone of heat and flames when staggering from the stupefy- ing odor that nowadays, an extra man is stationed at the top of the old fashioned furnace, back where he will not be reached hy the gases, whose duty it is to drag to the elevator and take to the ground as quickly as possible any of the men who may be overcome. It is not an unusual sight, at a good-sized blast furnace plant of long establishment, to see a half a dozen dazed men stretched side by side upon the grass, the ghastly pallor which the gas has wrought intensified by the blotches of grime which partly obscure it. More terrifying even than the menace of the grass is the ever present possibility of an explosion that will toss the massive cover of the furnace into the air. Some- times this giant lid rises only a few yards and then falls back into place, but there have been instances when it landed on the ground many rods away. Whatever be the force of one of these sudden upheavals of the lava-like mass, the laborers on top of the farnace have no warning of its ap- proach, and their chances of life, when flames burst forth as though from a can- non’s mouth, constitute the most uncer- tain of problems. Juniata Valley Campmeeting. After discussing the situation it was un- animonsly decided to hold the regular campmeeting, to commence August 13th, continning to August 231d. It was decid- ed to make very important changes on the grounds and increase the accommodations or tenters. Three or four cottages will be built such as it is proposed to have under the reorganization plan which it is hoped to have perfected by next year. | A Successful Liar. Wilson was out of health and ounf of spirits and a physician advised him to go away When he asked where, the physi- cian waved his hand, meaning anywhere. So Wilson went into the orchard region of the southwest, riding an easygoing horse that he might loll along the way and breathe the scent of the apple bloom. In- quiry brought him to a restful place among the hills, a small, home-like tavern, an an- cient house built of logs and moss-covered on the northside. Here he sat down to rest, and it was restful, the soft air, the mysterious woods and a great spring of white water that hurst with a passion from under a rock. This was all charming enough, but to one of Wilson’s sensitive- ness the people were annoying. The few- ness of strangers rendered the natives in- quisitive, and immediately upon the ar- rival of a visitor they at once set about to discover his business and the source of his income. Had this been done with blunt- ness it wonld not have been so annoying to Wilson. He detested insinuation. Shortly after his arrival he was sitting in the ‘‘best room,’’ in the presence of sev- eral mountaineers, who hemmed and hawed at him and glanced at oue another. Pres- ently a tall, gaunt fellow, with beard streaked with sunlight and shadow, looked up and said: *‘Don’t reckon its much to ask you if ‘you are a stranger in these here parts ?”’ ‘Not much,’’ replied Wilson. ‘‘Mout have come a purty good dis- tance ?*’ “Yes.” ‘“Well, about how fur?’ ‘‘See that blue hill off yonder ?’’ ‘“Yes ; it’s plain enough.’’ ‘“Well, 1 came from farther than that.” A silence fell aud the hill men chewed their tobacco and spat into the great fire place, and after a time another one. hold- ing the importance of a reserve force, spoke up : “I take it that yon ain’t-a farmer.” ‘*Whenever you feel like taking, help yourself,” said Wilson, and the reserve force cleared his throat. But he knew the duties of his position and he was not ready to retire. +*Of course,” said he, “'it is necessary, or leastwise we think so, for a man to have some sort of business. Don’t you think 80?" *‘Either that or he ought to be a pretty skillful thief,”’ said Wilson. F ‘Yes, that’s what we think. And you have some sort of business eh ?”’ ‘Yes, a very flourishing business.”’ **May I ask what it is?" “‘Certainly. I am-—am traveling for a factory that makes cork legs and arms.”’ They chewed their tobacco and glanced at one another, and Wilson, looking around, saw a girl standing near the door. He had caught sight of her once before, as she swept like a vision from the dairy house across the yard. She did not shrink as he looked at her now ; her brown eyes met his and he felt that his starving nerves were feasting as he gazed upon her. ‘And I reckon you have come here to take orders,’’ said the reserve force. ‘Yes, that’s my business.’’ The hill men filed out, leaving Wilson aloue ; no, with the girl who still stood near the door ; and when they were gone she came forward. not timidly, but with a sweep, a dart like the strike of a black bass, and she stood at his elbow. “My father lives over on the hill,” she said, and then halted to gaze into his eyes. ‘‘He owns this place, but lets mother and me run it, because he can’t get about very well and don’t want to be in anybody’s way. He lost his leg in the army, and I want you to have him one made and brought up here.”’ She was so earnest that Wilson bad not the heart to tell her that he was a liar, that he had never seen a cork leg, so he re- replied : ‘‘Yes, I will go over and see him —with you.” They went over and talked with the old fellow, and while they were there up stumped the owner of an orchard whose fruit brought a good income and said that he wanted a leg ; and before long a man named Hicks ordered a right arm for him- self and a left arm for his brother. A regi- ment from this community had led one of the most desperate charges during the war and had returned—those who returned at all—in a crippled condition. Wilson had now gone too far to retreat. The girl got into a buggy with him and drove him into another neighborhood, where he took orders for six legs and four arms ; and then they drove down the creek and vook more orders. And he found an interest in the work. Sometimes his con- science would reproach him, but the sweet- ness of the girl’s face and the brightness of her eyes made him forget his perfidy ; and so the time grew, like the mellowing of an apple, and at last he found that he must return to the great wilderness called a city. He told her good-bye at night, the moon in her eyes, and he kissed her and without a word hastened away with a sweet sadness in his heart. The weeks passed and he satin an office, a miserable employment obtained for him by influential friends, and his hands were at work, bus his mind was among the hills and down in his heart he saw a girl with the moon in her eyes. But he could not return to the hills—he had deceived those simple people. Was there no way to put himself right? He sprang out of his chair. Why couldn’t he fill those orders? There must be a cork leg factory some- where in the city. He wool investigate. He found a place, quite a large establish- ment, and told the manager what he bad done. He had the orders with him. A liberal commission was allowed him, and a fitter was sent with him to try on the arms and legs. The girl’s father stepped proudly down to the little inn, and a fellow who had just tried on an arm swore in his delight that he could throw stones with it. And again Wilson and the girl stood in | the moonlight, and her lips murmuring sweetness, were turned cpward. He thought of the weary hours in his office and the heavy dullness of life withont her. She inspired him with rest : she was the spirit of the wooded hills. ‘And you will be gone so long this time ?’’ she innocently asked. And with all her innocence and frankness she some- times touched him with embarrassment. “Not if I knew I could sell any more of my goods about here’’ he replied, and then sighed softly. ‘‘Uncle Matt has begun work at a saw mill’? she said, and murmured ‘‘yes’’ to relieve the growing embarrassment, won- dering what Uncle Matt bad to do with his early return. She sighed again and continued ; : ‘Uncle Matt isn’t a careful man, and a sawmill isa dangerous place to work and after a. while—a short while,i knowing him as will as Ido, he might need an arm. Don’t you think you might come up and see?’ That was enough and the smiling moon veiled her face for a moment with a float- ing fleece, and came out tosee him driving with her toward a preacher’s house. This all took place more than several years ago. Wilson is now one of the prin- cipal owners of the establishment, and he told me the other day he was just about to leave home for a time to establish a cork leg factory in South Africa. One Galveston Survivor. A Cow, Blown to an Uninhabited Island, Found there With a Young Calf. A fine cow which was swept from Gal- veston Island a few miles below the city on that fateful night of September 8th, has been recovered alive on Deer Island. Deer Island is the largest of three small islands situated about two miles from Galveston Island in Galveston Bay, and is one mile long and a balf mile wide. The cow as shown by the brand, was the property, of Mx Ostermeyer, who lived down the isl- and. Since the storm reports have come to Galveston that a cow was seen on Deer Island, but the reports were not well re- ceived. On Thursday a party consisting of City Clerk Ben Davison, Frank Hibbert, Paddy Fitzpatrick and several others were down the bay in a largesailboat on a hunt- ing and fishing expedition. They decided to investigate the cow story and touched at Deer Island. The hunters had proceeded but afew hundred yards when they came across the long lost and deeply mourned-for-dead cow. She seemed glad to see the strangers but was to feeble to show her gratitude to her henefactors. The explorers were great ly surprised to see a small calf scamper away from its mother and run for dear life at sight of the men. The youngster was a native of Deer Island, having been born on that uninhabited spot, where its mother was carried by the storm eight months ago. The calf was not accustomed to pet- ting and a long and tiresome chase about the island after the wild fellow by all hands proved a fruitless task. The moth- er was brought on a skiff from the island out to the large boat and brought to Gal- veston island. She had suffered for several days for drinking water. There is plenty of grass on the island and an old well had supplied the storm forsaken heifer and calf with drinking water up to with a few days ago, when the well went dry. The expedition left yesterday on another trip to Deer Island to rescue the calf. They anticipate a lively time, but went prepared to rope the frightened animal which has not been accustomed to such treatment at the hands of man during its six month’s experience on earth.— Galveston Daily News. Our Big Trade With Japan. Which Use Too Object Only to Our Locomotives Much Coal. This country is surpassed only by Great Britain in the matter of Japanese imports of machinery ; locomotives and other en- gines, according to a report from Consul General Bellows at Yokohama. Great Britain, he says, continues to re- ceive more than half the money sent out of Japan for these manufactures, while the United States received a little more than one fourth lastyear. The amount invested in these manufactures by the Japanese last year was $5,674,546, about one-fifth being for locomotive engines. The mileage of Japanese railway lines is 3713 miles, but it has heen estimated that 7000 miles of railroad would not suf- fice for the needs of the empire. A Japanese representative who has lately traveled in the leading countries of the world to study their railroad construc- tion and management says the United States surpass all other countries in the equipment of its roads except with regard to the locomotives, which he objected be- cause of their greater consumption of coal. America furnishes more than two-thirds of the rails used in Japan, having sur- passed in low prices and prompt delivery both in England and Germany, which coun- tries formerly controlled the trade. Something About Icebergs. Navigators of the North Atlantic have to be constantly on watch during the summer months, for the icebergs that come down from Greenland and other Arctic regions. Some vessels are fitted with apparatus that gives immediate warning of the vicinity of one, but where there is no such apparatus, the temperature of the water istaken at intervals, for an iceberg will make a vast extent of sea cold. An iceberg is nothing but part of a glacier that has been detached by the action of water, washing and beating against it. Some af them are of enormous size. It is generally accepted by scientific men that only one-eighth of the berg appears above the water. = If, therefore, the part that is visible rises fifty feet above the surface, the part under water would measure 350 feet. No wonder the sea captains have a holy horror of them. Mrs M'Kinley Worse? Declared the President Cannot Get Word or Look from Her. It is declared of fairly good authority that Mrs. McKinley’s condition has be- come critical again. She is resting with- out any apparent pain, but has ceased to recognize those around her. The Presi- dent, who spends many hours daily at her bedside, cannot gain a word or look from her that betokens the consciousness of his presence. ; Dr. Rixey was at the White House at 10 o'clock Sunday night, and remained for a short time with Mrs. McKinley. He said after leaving the sick room that the patient was, if anything, somewhat improved. Dr. Rixey left at 10:30 o’clock, going home for the night. Nickel Ore in Canada. The nickel mines of Canada now produce about 40 per cent of the world’s ‘supply, although the metal was not discovered in paying quantity there until about 14 years ago. The deposits are found near Sud- bury, in Ontario, within an area of 40 by 70 miles. The ore contains about 3 per cent of nickel, the same quantity of cop- per, and some iron and sulphur. It is worthy of note that the ore is not worked in Canada, but is sent to this country for the extraction of the metals. Changes in Electric Railways. * Electric street railroading is only about 10 years old, and yet it has been found by careful investigation that of the lines first laid every one has changed nearly all the appliasiecs that had been adopted. In few fields has the experimental stage so quick- ly given place to improvements. ! ——+T called on a female theosophist ‘once. She said : ‘Thou art my affinity. Our souls should be one. I feel it! Dost thou?’ ‘Whew! What did you do?” “‘Well, assoon as she said ‘dost. thou’ I dusted.”
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