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Bellefonte, Pa., June 28, 190l.
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GOOD-NIGHT.
Good-night, my burden, rest you there,
The working hours are over;
Poor weight, that had to be my care—
And why, let time discover.
The evening star sheds down on me
The dearer look than laughter,
At whose clear call IT put by all
Forbids me follow after,
Free—free to breathe the first breath again,
The breath of all hereafter.
Good-night, heart’s grief; and rest you there
Until you're sure to-morrow ;
Here's only place for that wild air
More old, more young, than sorrow.
And though I hear, from far without,
Those cagling winds keep revel,
Oh, yet I must bestow some trust
Where water seeks her level—
Where wise heart, water seeks and sings,
Until she reach the level.
— Josephine Preston Peabody in Scribner's.
GOOD ENOUGH TO BE TRUE.
How a City Reporter Didn't Put System Into a Coun-
try Paper He Wanted Run Chicago Style—Fiction,
but Good. ;
Jimmy Spencer walked dubiously down
the main street of the town of Willardville.
Jimmy had formerly been a night police
reporter on a big metropolitan daily, and
in this capacity came in contact with the
Hon. Thomas H. Willard, of Willardville,
when that gentleman had been buncoed by
a sharper on his last visit to the city. Will-
ard bad taken a fancy to Jimmy and in-
duced him togive up hisjob in the city and
come out to Willardville and take the edit-
orship of the Willardville Eagle and Ban-
ner.
‘‘Purty good paper,’’ said Mr. Willard.
‘‘Oldest one in the whole county. Oldest
two, that is. Eagle started by Old Man
Hathaway in ’88 and the Banner started up
by a feller named Jake Sharp in ’94. Both
of ’em brought together in ’'97 by John
Cotton. I own ’em now. Had a mortgage
on the thing and when the new paper
started they made things hum so that the
Eagle and Banner would have busted up,
80 I just jumped in an’ foreclosed the
mortgage and took hold. Want a good
lively fellow that knows all about runnin’
a paper th’ way they do in th’ city. Will
you come ?’’
James had arrived. It was 10 o'clock
one rainy Monday morning when he sat in
the office of the Eagle and Banner and made
his plans for running the sheet. The town
had a population of 3,000 people, and why
Willardville wanted a paper every day he
couldn’t for the life of him see. But, of
course that was no concern of his. Mr.
Willard’s son William, who was a lawyer
in Willardville, was to write all the heavy
editorials and guide the political destinies
of the Eagle and Banner, and Jimmy, with
the title of editor, was to attend to the rest
of the editorial and news part of the paper,
while the elder Willard was to take charge
of the business management.
Jimmy bad thought for the last two
weeks of how he would turn things upside
down in Willardville.
*‘I’l1 show the yaps,”’ said Jimmy.
He had never been an editor before, but
he bad an idea that night police reporting
for four years was a pretty good prepara-
tory for almost anything, and he was cer-
tain that he ‘‘knew news’’ when he saw it,
and that if anything got away from him it
wouldn’t be of use to anybody else after-
wards. He bad decided to scoop the other
Willardville paper, the Commercial, at
least once a day and twice on Saturday.
He sat in the dingy little office of the Eagle
and Banner and looked around. A tall,
thin young man with an apologetic expres-
sion was laboriously writing in the corner.
‘‘Beg pardon,” said Jimmy, ‘‘are you
connected with the paper ?”’
“Tam the city editor,’’ said the Person
with dignity. ‘I am Mr. Thomas.”
‘‘Glad to see you, Mr. Thomas,” said
Jimmy. ‘‘What’s new to-day ?’’
‘0, nothin’ doing particularly. Kinder
of a quiet day.”
“‘Where is your staff,’’ asked Jimmy.
‘‘He’s down at the depot now to see the
10:15 come in. He'll be around with a lot
of items about noon.”’
‘‘Well,”’ said the new editor, ‘‘we shall
have to arrange our schedule, and we might
as well do it now as any time.”
James had often seen the city editor of
his paper back in the city fuming over a
schedule, and he knew that one of the first
things that a real editor had to do was to
fix up a schedule. So he worked for some
time on a sheet of paper and finally turned
out the following :
DAILY SCHEDULE OF WILLARDVILLE EA-
GLE AND BANNER.
Foreign
Domestic
County Building... ..................n0 0
City Hall and Other Public Buildings.......
B0RICHY ciavevess iis nnes masinansiiniisisronvastrekis
Sporting. ...ceeeen... Saensnrsnirrite itsstessisanias
Police
Musical
Fires
Sudden Death:
Murders ...cccounnrennnne
EIOPEMEntS ......vvvecrierenseasessarvanivareinssvess
Embezzlements
. The city editor looked at the schedule as
though he were looking at a Chinese puz-
zle.
“IT want those things looked after every
day,’’ said Jimmy.
*‘Pretty long ways over to the court-
house,’’ said the city editor.
‘‘How far ?’’ asked Jimmy.
street car, can’t you ?’’
‘It’s sixteen miles, and there hain’t no
more street car than a rabbit goes anywhere
in sight of it.”’
0, excuse me,’’ said James, ‘‘I thought
this was the county seat. But, anyhow
there’s the city ball. Have your man go
there at least twice a day, and always in
time enough hefore we go to press to get
anything late.”’
“Ain’t absolutely necessary,” said the
city editor.
*‘I say it is,”’ said Jimmy irritably.
‘‘Police news is of more dramatic interest
than anything else in the paper. You
must send over and interview the chief of
police every morning and again at 3 o’clock
in the afternoon."
‘0, pshaw,’’ said the city editor. *‘Send
way over there to interview Bill Larson.
He’s the marshall you know. But he
hain’t never there.”’
‘Then keep a record here of where he is
generally to be found so that we shall see
him without fail at least twice a day.’’
‘Say, you don’t know Bill,”’ said the
city editor. ‘‘He ain’t never in his office,
but he’s here about nine-tenths of the time.
He's loafing around here all day, and he
comes in here and interviews himself about
sixteen times an hour. After Bill sits with
‘‘Get the
| ““He always goes.
his feet on your desk puffing stogie smoke
in your face about three hours at a stretch,
you’ll say it isn’t necessary to send over to
interview him. Why, he's so afraid he
won’t get his name in the paper that when
he arrests anybody he brings them down
here first so that we will be sure and get
it.” ,
“All right,” said Jimmy somewhat sul-
lenly. ‘‘Who doessporting? Do you send
your man out to baseball games and the
like ?”’
“0, yes,’’ said the city editor, cheerily.
He’s the best pitcher
the Willardville Blues have got. That’s
why he holds his job here. He ain’t worth
his salt as a reporter, but he’s a great pitch-
er, and the old man gives him a job here
so he won’t leave town."’
“But who covers the games ?”’ said Jim-
my. ‘‘Do you go out yourself.”
‘‘Yes, generally,’’ said the city editor.
“I’m third base.”’
‘‘Youn’ll have to quit it. I want an un-
biased.report. Besides, I don’t see how
you have the time to play.”’
‘‘Well, yon’ll have to see the old man.
He's crazy about that ball nine, and he’d
have fits if I didn’t play.”’
‘‘Well, this staff is hired to edit a paper
and not to play ball. I am surprised at
Mr. Willard,”’ said James with great digni-
ty. ‘‘Who looks after the fires? They
should be well covered.”
“Not much danger of a fire getting away
from us. Everybody in th’ town goes to
the fires. The reporter would sooner miss
a meal than a fire. But there hasn’t been
one here for two weeks. Nor,”’ he added
dismally, ‘‘does there seem to be any pros-
pects of one.”’
‘‘How does the paper find out about the
fires?’ asked the new editor. ‘Is there
an electric alarm in the office that taps the
fire off here at the same time it is tapped
off in the engine house ?’’
‘Well, no,” said the city editor. ‘‘There
ain’s.”’
‘“There should be one,’”’ said Mr. Spenc-
er. “I shall speak to Mr. Willard and
have one put in.” :
‘“That’s a good idea,’’ said the city edi-
tor.
The new editor smiled in a superior fash-
ion. ‘‘I shall teach them a good many new
ideas before I'm done. A fire gongis an
indispensable part of a newspaper office. I
don’t see how you’ve got along here with-
outit.”’
‘“Well,”” said the city editor, ‘‘we’ve
worried along somehow. The fire engine
house is downstairs in this building, and
two of our compositors aud the pressman
belong to the fire company. The fire bell
is upstairs over our head, and the devil of
this shop always rings it, and he yanks
that bell until you can’t hear yourself
think until he gets through. The company
makes more noise in getting out thau a
steam calliope, a saw mill, a bursting steam
boiler and a brass band ought to make, but
still I think, to be up with the times, we
ought to have a fire gong like the city pa-
pers do.”’
When Editor Spencer returned from
lunch he found the following important
items, all properly classified and waiting
his inspection :
CITY HALL.
Mayor Jake Smith has bought a new
team of trotting horses of Lew Stall. Now
Hizzoner will give them all a dust.
SOCIETY.
Mis. Jim Meeth, the wife of the popular
bartender, is to give a high-five party at
her house next Tuesday, in honor of her
niece, Miss Myrtie Scraggles, of Bakers-
town.
SPORTING.
The Epworth League young people are
going to have a croquet set out up in the
vacant lot back of the Methodist church
next week.
POLICE.
Janitor Mundell and two tramps who
were arrested last night for refusing to
leave town gave all the windows at the
police station a much needed bath to-day.
The hobos hated to work, but the janitor
pounded them with the soft end of the mop
until they took a different view of things.
MUSICAL.
Bill Martin, the enterprising grocer, is
learning to play the trombone.
FIRES.
Nothing doing.
SUDDEN DEATHS.
* Nothing doing.
ELOPEMENTS.
Nothing doing.
EMBEZZLEMENTS, ETC.
Nothing doing.
MURDERS.
Nothing doing. .
OTHER IMPORTANT EVENTS.
The entire local staff of the Eagle and
Banner, including the city editor and re-
porter, have resigned because they are ex-
pected to work under a smart Aleck from
the city who thinks that a little jay two by
four newspaper can be run on the same
plan of a metropolitan daily ina city of
2,000,000 where there are things that hap-
pen every day, and where the editors and
reporters are all paid money for their work
instead of orders on the clothing and
grocery stores taken for advertising. There
have been no murders recorded in Willard-
ville today, but there will be if this idiot
doesn’t leave town.
Mr. Spencer sat in a train bound for the
city that afternoon.
“I am going back to the mine,’’ he told
the conductor. ‘‘The pace down here at
‘Willard ville is too fast. 1'd have nervous
prostration here in a. week. Little old
Chicago is good enough for me.”’— Chicago
Chronicle.
One Passenger too Many.
A good story going the rounds of the of-
fices of the Metropolitan street Railway
company up in the big building at Broad-
way and Houston street, concerning the
wonderful presence of mind displayed re-
cently by a new conductor on one of the
company’s trolley cars. This particular
car was bowling along up Broadway recent-
ly when it was hailed and boarded by a
company inspector.
The official hurriedly counted the pas-
sengers in the car and found that there
were nine. Then he cast his eye up to the
register and found that there had heen only
eight fares rung up. He disclosed his
identity to the new conductor and called
attention to the discrepancy.
Slowly and painfully the new hand
counted over his passengers and then scan-
ned his register.
‘‘Begorra, an’ you're roight, sir,’’ he said
and promptly stopped the car.
‘‘Say,”’ he demanded, addressing the pas-
sengers in an authoritative manner. ‘‘Wan
o’ youse fellows’ll have to git off the car-r.”’
N. Y. Times.
——The doctors wouldn’t get so many
fees as they get now if it were their invar-
iable rule always to let the well enough
alone.
Pekin As It Is Now.
Ruin Wrought By the Allies For Which China
Gets No Credit in the Indemnity.
A Pekin letter to the London
Times
says :
Seldom has a population had to suffer so
severely for the sins of its rulers as the
misguided peeple of Northern China. I
have seen countries devastated by war
during the Franco—German struggle and
during the Russian campaign in the Bal-
kans, but none presented such a scene of
desolation as the region traversed by the
railway between the mouth of the Pei-ho
and Pekin. Iris, of course, in many cases,
difficult to distinguish between the des-
traction wrought by the Boxers and the
Chinese troops and that inflicted by the
allied forces, and, as far as the later are
concerned, allowance must he made both
for the legitimate exigencies of warfare and
for the natural tendency toward reprisals
which a conflict with a barbarous foe is
bound to stimulate. Yet it cannot, I fear,
be denied that our vaunted civilization has
little reason to be proud of the mark
which it has left on Northern China in the
last year of the nineteenth century. Not
that the Chinese themselves have any right
to standards; they have been treated, on
the whole, with a leniency they can hard-
ly understand, but those are not the stan-
dards which Western nations have set up
for themselves. From the mouth of the
Pei-ho to Tien-Tsin, and from Tien-Tsin
half-way, at least, to Pekin, not a single
village, not a single house has been spared.
It was formerly one of the most prosper-
ous district in Northern China; a fertile
agricultural district cultivated with all the
patience and industry of the Chinese peas-
aut, who found in the neighboring cities of
Tien-Tsin and Pekin a ready market for
his produce. In normal times it would be
at this season have been covered with win-
ter crops ready to burst forth into fruit at
the first approach of spring. To-day it is
a wilderness. Not a furrow breaks the
monotony of the drab-colored waste. The
once busy roads over which long strings of
heavy Chinese carts and beasts of burden
plowed their way unceasingly from mar-
ket to market are deserted, the once crowd-
cd villages are empty. The whole popu-
lation seems to have disappeared, save the
coolies actually impressed into the service
of the allied forces. As one nears Pekin
the desolation grows less intense.
To the right and to the left, especially
as one approaches Chien Men, great gaps
in the formerly unbroken array of gaudy
shopfronts and quaint signboards which
lined the long thoroughfares on either
side show the ravages of fire during the
troubles, one of the greatest conflagrations
in the Chinese city having been kindled in
the early days by the Boxers themselves,
who imagined that their tutelary deities
would not allow the flames to spread be-
yond the solitary European drugshop
which they had doomed to destruction.
The great tower surmounting the Chien
Men has itself disappeared, and as one
passes through the central archway, form-
erly opened only for imperial processions.
the long vista of open gateways, through
which the eye plunges almost into the
heart of the Forbidden City, brings home
to him with startling suddenness the meas-
ure of the blow that has been dealt to the
pride of the Celestial empire. If for a
moment I had a feeling as of profanation
at the rending of the veil which, during
my former visit to Pekin, invested with a
weird fascination the mysterious life con-
cealed hehind those portals, that feeling
quickly passed away when, turning off in-
to the legation quarter, I was brought face
to face with the visible results of the con-
spiracy hatcher behind the pink walls of
the imperial palace.
HOW THE LOOTERS LEFT THE PALACE.
To-day it is chiefly in the imperial pal-
aces that one can measure the lengths to
which some of our allies have gone in
this direction. In the summer palace,
the most beautiful of all the imperial resi-
dences, and, indeed, the only one that can
be called beautiful, an Indian sentry
mounts guard over the single chamber in
which the British authorities have stored
for safety the few articles of inferior value
left behind them by the Russians after
they had packed off all priceless treasures
accumulated by the dowager empress.
The winter palace, now occupied by Count
Waldersee and the German headquarters
staff. has been stripped actually bare, and
in the Forbidden City the great bronze
lions and peacocks in the courtyards, a few
of the sacrificial vessels in the temples,
and a number of European clocks in the
private apartments are all that are left of
its movahle adornments. In one of the
small rooms occupied by the emperor one
curious relic has, however, been overlook-
ed, which ought to have had a peculiar in-
terest for the Russians. It is a piece of
silver plate, representing Russia the Liber-
ator restoring freedom to the Bulgarian
people. It was originally made by order
of the Czar Alexander III. for presentation
to the Sobranye at Sofia, but before its
completion Prince Alexander of Batten-
berg had lost favor in the eyes of the im-
perial kinsman, and the gift was never
forwarded to its comtemplated destination.
But in 1897, an opportunity was at last
found of putting it to a new use, when
Prince Ukhtomsky was sent out with pres-
ents from the czar to the Son of Heaven.
The date and inscription were altered, and,
though many of the Bulgarian accessories
still betrayed its identity, it was passed
on to the emperor of China as a symbolical
representation of Russia the Liberator re-
storing to him the Leao-Tong peninsula !
If the Emperor Kwang Hsu has any sense
of humor he must have appreciated the
grimness of the joke when Russia, the Lib-
erator relieved him a few months later of
all further destinies of Leao-Tong.
Many and great are the outward and
visible changes which at once strike the
eye of anyone who knew Pekin in the old
days, but there is another and more subtle
change less easy to describe. Shorn of all
the mystery which threw a weird glamor
over its hidden life, the squalor of Pekin
seems to stand outnow absolutely naked
and unashamed. Formerly, for instance,
there was at least 4 suggestion of exotic
grandeur in the stately outline of halls
and temples and the occasional shimmer of
yellow tiles through the trees, which were
the only glimpse of the Forbiddin City al-
lowed to the ‘‘outer barbarian’’ from the
Tartar walls. Omne ignotum pro magni-
fico. Now its inmost sanctuaries have
been laid bare. The treasures of bygone
centuries which may have helped to dis-
guise the ravages of senile decay have be-
come the spoils of the conquerors, and
nothing is left to hide the decrepitude of a
slovenly old age. The barbaric gaudiness
of the very throne room itself is overlaid
with the accumulated filth of years, the red
and gold lacquer of the pillars has peeled
off in great scabs, cobwebs and birds, nests
defiles the painted ceilings. The same at-
mosphere of dirt, discomfort, and neglect
pervades the private departments of the
Emperor and dowager Empress, and the
dilapidated temples sacred to the dynasty.
The foul and tattered robes of the few
eunachs who still bang about the imperial
house are only less offensive than the only
smile to which they train their evil counte-
nances in the presence of the bated foreign-
er. Stardy weeds have grown up between
the marble flags of the spacious courts, and
pools of fetid water lurk beneath the mar-
ble bridges of ornamental streams. Here
and there a magnificent array of gilded
lions and bronze vases of the Ming
dynasty or the painted fretwork of a
cloisonne screen behind an ancestral shrine
serves only to brighten by force of con-
trast the general sense of desolation.
In the streets of the capital the same
sense of desolation prevails. Some of the
chief thoroughfares have resumed in a
measure their normal physiognomy, varied
only by the incongruous presence of the
Bengal lancer or the the German uhlan,
the French zouave, or the Italian marine.
But most of the streets are comparatively
deserted even in the busiest hours of the
day time, and at night the whole city is
hushed in unaccustomed silence. The still-
ness is no longer broken by itinerant
hucksters and story tellers, nor by the
bawling runners of high officials proceed-
ing long before daybreak, to the imperial
audience chamber. Even the music of the
pigeons as they circled in the early morn-
ing among the trees with a sort of Jews’
harp strung about their necks has ceased.
No one knew exactly what the population
of Pekin was before the troubles, and still
less does any one known what it is to-day.
To judge by the appearance of the streets
it might well have diminished by one half,
and women are more than ever rarely seen.
The vast majority of the upper classes have
fled, and the once familiar sight of high
officials, with their motley crowd of re-
tainers, horne by swift hearers in their cur-
tained chairs toand from their Yamens, or
Manchu ladies of rank and fashion doing
their rounds of fashion in closed carts with
red hangings, has entirely disappeared. In
some quarters almost all the houses are
closely shut up, though many of them are
doubtless not untenaunted, and foreign flags
alone relieve the gray monotony of long si-
lent streets ankle deep in the accumulated
winter’s dust. The amount of bunting
displayed by the inhabitants seems to vary
in inverse proportion to the confidence in-
spired among the natives by the nationality
to whose administrative mercies they have
been committed.
The Germans govern, as usual, with a
somewhat heavy hand, and the streets in
the German quarter make as brave a show
of black, white and red bunting as any
German village on Sedan Day, while in the
British quarter, where the Chinese appear
to be relatively friendly and contented, not
a single union jack is to be seen. That the
people of Pekin are at least temporarily
subdued, the clinging attitude which has
replaced the sullen scowls or open insolence
of former times conclusively shows. But
the old spirit still lurks beneath the sur-
face, aud of late especially the belief has
been reported to be rifeamong the populace
that the heroes of the Boxer movement are
not dead but only asleep, and will wake
up again to smite the foreigners as soon as
the sap rises in the trees. If ever the pres-
ent negotiations reach an end and the time
arrives for evacuating Pekin, there will be
an awkward period of transition during the
withdrawal of the troops and the resstora-
tion of responsible Chinese anthority. In
the meantime, whatever of the glory and
glamour of the East still clung to Pekin
has departed, probably forever; the havoc
alone remains.
Losses of Filipinos.
Number Captured or Surrendered is Put at Over 31,-
000.
The War Department makes public sta-
tistics showing losses hy Filipinos in the
war :
The compilation of reports covers the
period up to June 17th, 1901, the total
number of Filipinos captured or surrender-
ed was 21,497, together with 5,048 rifles,
56 field pieces, over 3,000 shells, 273,860
rounds of ammunition and 19 tons of pow-
der. From January 1st to April 17th the
number of captures includes 247 officers,
2,459 men ; the number surrendered was
820 officers and 6,492 men, making a total
of 1,067 officers 8,951 men, or a grand total
up to that date of 31,415 Filipinos captur-
ed. To this is to be added 1,998 rifles cap-
tured and 4,300 surrendered, a total of 6,-
208 ; 42,000 rounds of ammunition, 408
bolos and 246 pieces of cannon.
The list shows surrenders and captures
on nearly every day from January to the
close of the report. The surrenderof Lieu-
tenant General Trias in Southern Luzon
was of more importance than almost any
other except Aguinaldo. General Tris bas
since been made governor of Cavita pirov-
ince.
Signed By The Governor.
Advance Sheets of the Law to Be Distributed.
HARRISBURG, June 21.—Governor Stone
today approved the following bills :
Providing for the immediate printing
and distribution of advance sheets of laws
of this commonwealth as they are enacted
from time to time.
To prevent the importation and sale of
dressed carcasses of lambs and sheep with
the hoofs on.
Relating to collection of city, school and
poor taxes in cities of third class and pro-
viding that the city treasurers of such cities
shall be the collectors of these taxes.
To provide for the registration of labels,
trademarks, trade names, stamps, designs,
devices, shop marks, terms, brands, desig-
nations, descriptions or forms of advertise-
ment and protect and secure the rights,
property and interest therein of the persons
co-partnerships or corporations adopting
and filing the same.
Even Ruts Have Their Uses.
Life’s monotonies are a blessing, and not
in disguise, for they contribute directly to
longevity, health and happiness. The
long lived man is not the adventurer, the
explorer, the plunger, the man who has
worries ; but he who takes the world as
he finds it and slips along through life with
as little friction as possible, forms easy go-
ing habits, sticks to them and cares not one
straw for the opinions of men who say that
he is in a rut. He is healthy,because he has
peace of mind and regularity of life; he is
happy, because He is healthy and in a good,
smooth, comfortable rut, which he prefers
to the macadam on the sides of the road.
Goldsmith’s pastor, who had spiritual
charge of the deserted village, who never
had changed or wished to change his place,
is an excellent example of the man who
makes the most possible out of the mo-
notonies of life.—St. Louis Globe Democrat.
At a Disadvantage,
Mrs. Bingo—You are perfectly welcome
to another piece of cake, Willie, but I am
afraid it will make yousick. Your mother
told me particularly to give you but one
piece.
Willie Slimson—That’s all very well,
but I don’t know where the pantry is
here. ! ny.
Tod Sloan's Earnings.
At the Age of Twenty-Eight He is Making a Hundred
Thousand a Year.
James Todhunter Sloan is taken, all in
all, as the best jockey of the American
turf of to-day. Notwithstanding his ego-
tism, turfmen agree that he has done most
to revolutionize the art of riding. Born at
Kokomo, Ill., in August, 1873, and raised
by foster parents, he began to earn his liv-
ing by inflating balloons for a professional
aeronaut. This business he followed until
his brother put him in a racing stable at
Pueblo, Col. He worked as a stable boy
for three years, showing such natural tal-
ent for riding that in 1889 he earned a
mount on the New Orleans track. He fin-
ished third on a stubborn horse, which was
regarded as a worthy effort, especially
when the owner learned that Sloan had
placated the brute by feeding him carrots
before the race.
‘‘Sioan gave evidence then of a trait that
has well served him in his calling, namely,
kindness to dumb animals and thorough
appreciation of their nature. ‘When Sloan
enters a paddock down here,” a trainer at
Sheepshead Bay told me, ‘and speaks
aloud, horses that he has once ridden
recognize his voice and turn to look in his
direction.’
‘“A good race horse,’ says this learned
youth, ‘is the best judge of human charac-
ter. He knows you better than you know
him.’
Sloan is five feet and three-quarters of an
inch in height, has a chest measurement of
thirty six inches and wears a seven and
three-quarters hat. He is fond of fine
clothes and big, fat cigars, makes as much
as $100,000 a year and spends money free-
ly. While riding for August Belmont at
Saratoga one season, he engaged a $50 suite
of rooms at the Grand Union Hotel, and
was comfortably situated there when Mr.
Belmont himself arrived, accompanied by
his wife.
‘‘How much is this suite per day !”’ he
asked the clerk, pointing to the diagram.
‘“ ‘Forty dollars, Sir,” ’’ was the reply.
¢ ‘Oh, too much ! too much !"’ exclaim-
the multi-millionaire. ‘Give me some-
thing cheaper. How about that one?"
pointing to the adjoining apartments.
‘* “That’s $50,” said the clerk, ‘‘but it’s
occupied*’ .
Looking over the register, Mr. Belmont
saw that the occupants were ‘James Tod-
hunter Sloan and valet.’
* “Well,” he decided, ‘I guess I'll take
that $40 suite.”’’
A Little Talk on Tact.
It is not always the best-looking woman,
nor the one who has the greatest amount of
brains, who is the most successful or popu-
lar. Tact, or the faculty of saying and do-
ing the best possible thing at precisely the
right time, is one of the most usefal of
qualities to a woman, and if she possesses
it she is often able to make an impression
where her more brilliant and more beauti-
ful sisters fail.
Born of sympathy and quick perception
of the feelings and wants of others, tact
smoothes ever many unpleasantnesses
which arise, and enables one to turn around
the corners of life without giving offense.
The very word tact is derived from the
Latin word ‘‘tactus,’”’ meaning touch ; and
tact implies the faculty of being in touch
with the feelings of others. It is the per-
ception which enables us to enter instinct-
ively into their thoughts and their inter-
ests. In its truest and best sense, it is the
outcome of a kind heart and a very gener-
ous consideration of others. Tactlessness
frequently arises from want of thought.
One must learn to forget one’s self and to
study the character of those around,always
being ready to do a kind act and exercising
a firm self-control.
Now and then yoa meet people in this
world who affect to dispise the aid of tact.
They say it glosses over falsehood when it
should be plainly revealed and encourages
deception. They make it their duty, un-
der the guise of plain speaking. to wound
other’s feelings, little thinking of the hurt
and the harm they may be doing and for-
getting that tact can be used in the telling
of a disagreeable truth without the trath
losing any of its force, whereas the expres-
sion of a truth in a tactless way generally
defeats its own object.
~ Ice Caves.
One of them Near Flagstaff, Ariz., is Now Supplying
ice for Summer Use.
Several years ago a man who was wan-
dering over the lava fields in the pine
woods, nine miles from Flagstaff, discover-
ed a narrow slit in the lava which appear-
ed to lead into a lateral and much larger
opening. The slit was wide enough for a
man to squeeze his way into it. At the
bottom,about twenty feet from the surface,
a low chamber opened on one side, which
was found to extend about 300 feet. At
the further end the roof was high enough
for a man to stand erect. It was in the
month of August, a large bank of ice was
heaped against the farther wall, but the
rest of the cavern seemed to be dry.
In the following March the cave was
visited again and found to be as full of ice
as it could hold. It is now a source of ice
supply for the hot months of the summer.
The ice melts away as the summer ad-
vances, hut early in the season there is a
large amount, most of which is now utiliz-
ed. Theice is split into large pieces, haul-
ed to the surface with block and tackle and
carried away by the cartload.
In this hollow under the ground the cold
air settles in the winter months, producing
temperatures below the freezing point.
There are times during the winter when a
good deal of water runs into the cave. This
is frozen solid and as water continues to
flow in it is added to the frozen mass until
the cave is completely filled with ice.
There are similar ice caves in various
parte of the world. One of them is in Iowa.
The ‘‘Ice Trade Journal’’ recently publish-
ed an account of deep crevices in the basalt
near Ehrenbreitstein, Germany, where the
air, even in midsummer,is below the freez-
ing point at night and ice is continually
forming.
A Horse Frightened to Death.
Last Thursday Professor Milton Wright,
of Cass township, drove to Mapleton to do
some marketing. On his way home, after
passing the Railroad school house above
town, day express east came in sight. At
this point the road parallels the railroad.
The horses stopped suddenly, one of them
commenced quivering at the sight of the
passing train and dropped dead. It was a
valuable animal in good healthy condition
‘and the only explanation to be made is
that the horce was literally frightened to
death.— Mapleton Items.
——A physician says—‘‘Girls in feeble
health should take a tramp through the
woods or fields every day.’” But supposn
a tramp should object to being takey
through the woods or fields every day be
girls in feeble health?—New Jersey Mirror.
Suanspots and Rainfall.
Sir Norman Lockyer, director of the
Solar Physics observatory at South Kens-
ington, and professor of astronomical
physics in the Royal College of Science is.
the author of a suggestive article in the
June number of the North American Review
on “‘Sunspots and Rainfall.” Sir Norman
is one of the greatest living authorities on
solor science, having devoted many years.
of his life to the successful study of that
subject; and it occurred to him some time
ago that there might be some connection
between sunspots and the conditions of
drouth which occurred from time to time
in India, which occasioned the distressing
and destructive famines there. Could such
a connection be established, he reasoned,
the famines could be anticipated, so that
steps might be taken in advance to mitigate
their effects. With this beneficent purpose
Sir Norman and his son began a series of
experiments which .have gone far toward
proving the correctness of his surmise, and
Yhich he describes and explains in his
article in the June North American Review.
Similar theories as to the relation between
sun spots and terrestrial phenomena have
been entertained by scientists for many
years. Sir Norman Lockyer says :
“It was in 1801, just a century ago, that
Sir William Herschel attacked the ques-
tion whether the price of wheat in England
was it any way related to the appearance
of many or few spots on the sun’s surface.
The inquiry then was a daring oue; for,
however perfect our national statistics may
have been in relation to the price of wheat,
there was nowhere kept a continuous
record of the changes visible on the earth’s
surface, nor had there been any serious at-
tempt nade to determine the law under-
lying them. Still, what data there were
enabled Herschel to arrive at the conclu-
sion that the price of wheat was highest
when there were fewest spots.’’
Horsewhip for Bridegroom.
Mr. and Mrs. Edward Wood, who were
married on Monday without the consent
of Mrs. Wood’s mother, Mrs. C. W. Bar-
ton, hited at the latter’s home in Babylon,
I, on Wednesday afternoon to seek her
forgiveness. They were met at the door
by Mis. Burton, who is also aunt of the
toa phssion, declaring that she had heen
treated shamefully, and would never have
er consent tothe marriage. She
then gdt a bucket of water and a horsewhip,
dashed the water over her son-in-law, and
then proceeded to horsewhip him.
Mrs. Burton’s husband, who is the bride’s
stepfather, appeared and endeavored to
pacify lis wife, but he also was used rough-
ly. The bridegroom then started to run,
and was, followed by Mrs. Burton some
distance
Mrs. Vood’s mother later sent word to
the bride that she could come and get her
belongings, but she must not bring her
husband with her.
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ot More for tiie Money.
A gentkman living in a rural part of
England gent his coachman to a neighbor-
ing village for 5 shillings’ worth of penny
stamps.
After time John returned from his
tramp of tivo miles.
His facejwore a self satisfied look when
iko his employer’s presence.
stamps, John ?”’
,’’ the man replied, handing
of half-penny stamps,
“I said penny stamps, John, and you
have got hdlf-penny ones.”’
‘‘Yes, sini”? and the smile widened. “I
asked for 5Bhillings’ worth of stamps, an
the postmaster says, ‘Half-penny or penny?’
‘Do you sellhalf-penny stamps ?’ I asked.
‘Yes,’ said ‘Well,’ says I, ‘if you can
buy stamps for a half-penny, what’s the
use of payinia penny? An I bought the
half-penny §tamps, sir.”’—London Tele-
graph.
Intereging to Geologists.
A discoverylof much interest to geolo-
gists has receytly been made about the
Yellowstone river. It seems to have heen
established bejond doubt that Yellow-
stone lake, now the head of the river, once
flowed off southward into Snake river. At
that time a comparatively small stream
followed the course of the Yellowstone
canyon, which hal then nothing like its
present great. depth. The head of this
stream gradually ate its way back until it
cut the divide that inclosed the basin of
the lake, and by thus diverting the waters
of the latter formed \the Yellowstone river.
A church society hear Boston gave an
entertainment for the benefit of one of the
numerous charities, and at the end of the
evening one of the gentlemen in charge
was paying several pedple for their services
in connection with the affair.
Finally he approached the boy who had
blown the organ and said, ‘Well, Willie,
how much do we owe you for your work
this evening ?’’
The boy looked at him in genuine sur-
prise. ‘‘Why, Mr. W,*’ said he, ‘‘don’t
the rest of the talent give their services ?”’
——1In a town in Kansas there is a Sun-
day school superintendent whose temporal
vocation is running a dry goods store. On
a recent Sunday he carefully explained the
lesson and then said : ‘Does any one wish
to ask a question ?”’ ‘I do, Mr. Barnes,’’
said a little girl in great excitement; ‘‘how
much is those little red parasols in your
show window ?”’
An Inferemce.
‘‘One thing I like about her is that she
never gossips,’’ said one woman.
‘Nonsense !”’ said Miss Cayenne. ‘‘That
doesn’t indicate amiability. It merely
shows that she has no friends who will in-
trust her with asecret.”’— Washington Star.
Most Likely.
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Wife—I somehow just feel in my bones
that we will go to Europe this summer.
Husband—In which bone do you feel it
most ? :
Wife—Well, I don’t exactly know, but
I guess it’s my wishbone.—Judge.
——All tramps applying at the Lebanon
county almshouse for food and lodging will
be put to work in the stone quarries, on
the county poor farm, and given a bread
and water diet. Wardens will be appoint-
ed to over-see the labor of the tramps in
the quarries. .
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