Bemorrai acy
Bellefonte Pa.. January 27, 1905.
ES SUAS,
‘IN MY DREAMS.
In my dreams I often hear them, hear the far-
off voices calling
From the hillside, from the red road, from the
rolling waste of plain,
Have you left us altogether ? (some one told us
in the township)
Is it really true, old fellow, you will not come
back again ?
In my dreams I often see them, see the shadow
people waiting
On the hillside, on the red road, on the rolling
waste of plain ;
And my lips would fain give answer something
hopeful, if not certain,
But a mocking spirit whispers, “You shall not
return again.’
In my dreams I often see it, see the dear old
shanty standing,
With the briar-scented breezes playing round
the open door ;
Nothing great nor grand, nor gaudy, but a
quaint old wooden building,
Just a kind of way-back tavern and a sort of
way-back store.
And I often hear the voices of the sturdy sta-
tion children,
Kind of little shadow children in the middle of
the road ;
And I guess that they are waiting for the
teamster and his wagon
And the dear old loony bullocks with their
precious border load.
Shadow plains roll out before me with a mob of
cattle charging,
And I hear the yelping brindle as he turns
them on the rise ;
And, anon, a shadow figure by the old slip
panel waiting,
And I note the look of longing and the sorrow
in her eyes.
Must the dreamer go on dreaming what the
fickle goddess pictures ?
Must he wake to find the vision all too seldom
what it seems ?
God! who fashioned all things perfect, grant
that one day you may find me
Sleeping somewhere in the ranges with the
shadows of my dreams.
~— Pall Mall Gazette.
THE HEART OF KINGS.
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of Kings is unsearchable.
*‘So,’’ said the Prince, softly. He leaned
back in his great chair, propping his el-
bows on its arms, and gazed through the
arch of his joined finger-tips into the mel-
low light of the fire. “‘So That is
the end of business for to day. You have
done well, Paul—admirably well. One
must not be too merciful to these recalei-
trants. It is a erime to have merey. Do you
think me cruel, Paul?”
The secretary smiled uneasily, conscious
that he was being played with like a mouse
by the handsome, feline Prince, whose
voice was never more caressing than when
he pronounced sentence of death. ‘‘As
cruel, Monseigneur, as the Archangel Mi-
chael when he shuts the door of hell.”’
‘‘What a fine answer, Paul? Take care
you do not grow too clever: its a vice which
I never tolerate. To the true patriot toler-
ance is a forbidden luxury. No senti-
nent of affection wculd prevent me having
you hanged if you ivere clzver enough to
be dangerous. And yet I am very fond of
you. Do you remember how we played
together by the fountain of St. Barbara,
when we were children? We were two
ragged little dirty ohildren then, and one
was as good as the other;and now I am
a great ruler, and you are my secretary and
my slave. How wonderful are the ways
of Providence!”’ the Prince concluded, fix-
ing his eyes on Panl’s face. His unctuous
piety was pervaded by a strong tinge of
irony, and he seemed to be enjoying him-
self more than his secretary.
*‘True, Monseignear, and yet—’’
“And yet?’
‘‘Even in those days I had the honor to
draw the water for the Monseigneur!”’
The Prince laughed softly, with an Ital-
ian subtlety of intonation. ‘Faith, Paul,
I love thee for that,’’ he said. ‘‘You were
ever an endearing little coward. But as
to this plot: what has been done with the
prisoner?”
‘“We bave tried to persuade him—?’
“To give up the names of his accom-
plices. His own, I think, is Rohan de Lu-
signan.”’
‘Your memory, Monseignenr—’
‘‘Send him to the rack,’’ interrupted the
Prince blandly.
‘““We have already—’’
‘‘Still obdurate? Poor little child! But
this is dangerous, Paul: hisaccomplices are
still at large. They may strike at any mo-
ment: now, while I sit here, a shot fired
through the window might wreck all my
plans. Stand between me and the window,
Paul.”
Paul obeyed, whitening; he feared bul-
lets sorely, but he feared his master more.
“I and my country are one: you are glad,
aren’s you, to have a chance of giving your
life for your country? That’s my brave
Paul! So torture won’t make him speak?
Have you threatened him with death?’
‘‘We led bim out before a file of soldiers
this morning, and shot him with blank
cartridges.”’
‘“What suffering and what heroism!
We'll try a different measnre: bring him
in to me.”
The secretary retired, and the Prince sat
alonein the firelit darkness. A supple,
slender form, richly dressed, he sat gazing
into the flames with the eyes of a dreamer,
his lips parted in a winning and subtle
smile. The fierce ambition which had
marked him even in thedays of bis peasant
childhood had set no traces on the sensuous
oval of his face; and yet he was no actor,
but simply a man of dual nature, in whom
the ruthless temperament of Florentine in-
trigue yielded at times to the caprices of a
luxurious tenderness. His was the true
adventurer’s spirit, which set the lu#t of
dominion first. but bad separate niches for
all the passions, including]the softest femin-
ine sentiments. He turned with a look of
pity at the sound of stumbling footsteps in
she corridor without; a voice said. ‘Drag
the fool along: he can’t walk.”
‘‘Fresh from the rack,’’ said the Prince
to himself, ‘“‘poor child.” His eyes were
luminous with tears.
The door opened, and Paul came in,
half carrying and half dragging the body of
a young man, whose clothes were stained
here and there with wet, red patches that
widened. :
‘‘Monseigneur, I have brought the trait-
or whose nefarious hand—’’ he began,
consequentially.
‘“Ah, yes,” the Prince interrnpted him.
‘Lay him down and leave him.’
The secretary obeyed. He had learnt
through long practice to bear the mutila-
tion of his periods without a murmur, As
soon as he had gone the Prince came and
knelt beside his captive. He was young,
scarcely more than a boy: dark and blunt,
strong features that suggested Gascon birth;
but his eyes were dark blue and wonder-
fully insolent and romantic. He lay quite
still, conscious, but seemingly disabled ; he
returned the pitying glance of the Prince
with a watchful, hostile gaze.
‘“‘You are hart, my child,” said the
Prince, in his caressing voice.
‘““Why, yes,” be answered coolly. ‘I am
chiefly sorry I failed to kill you.”
‘‘You love your country?’’
‘I do not speak of what I love to
canaille.”’
**No. Forgive me; I must hurt you
worse, I fear. You will permit me to touch
you?’’ Helifted his enemy with strong
and careful bands and laid him on a couch
beside the fire; then getting linen and a ba-
sin of water, be did what he could for the
tortured man. Very still lay Rohan, very
cold and quiet, yielding nothing to the
Prince’s entreating eyes. When all was
done that could be done, the Prince spoke
again, throwing himself down ona rug
before the fire. He leaned his cheek on his
hand, and the two faces in the firelight and
shadow were very close to each other.
‘“You were on the rack this morning?’’
‘‘I have you to thank for shat; believe
ge, I prefer it to your kindness.”
“Do you? And yes it is ill work to be set
on the rack. I can pity you, for I also have
heen under torture.’”’
“You! What a fool yon must think me,
to trick me with that easy lie.”’
“If it isa lie, at least my flesh lies as
well as my spirit. See.”’
He bared his wrists. De Lusignan could
not well mistake those ghastly scars.
*‘Do you think yon are the only man
that has suffered for his country.”
*‘I do not know nor care. What is it to
me what you have done? Except, indeed,
that I’m sorry my shot missed you.”’
‘‘My poor little enemy !”’ said the Prince,
smiling down into the dark, pain-clouded
eyes.
‘“‘What can be your purpose in this
farce?”’
*‘No farce, Rohan, and no purpose. Idid
not know they had sent you to the rack;
had I known I would have stopped it. For
you tried to do me a great service, and,
though you failed, still I am grateful.’’
“Did I,” De Lusignan answered. ‘I
did not mean to.”’
*‘That I believe. And yet in a way yon
did mean to; you meant to Zill me, didn’t
on?”’
“With all my hears.”’
Do you think I should not be glad to die?
Do you think it is not a weary, weary
fight? See now, Rohan: is this a palace
for whose sake a wise man would go in fear
of murderers?”’
De Lusignan glanced around the large
room and marvelled inwardly. Here was
no sign, indeed, of the magnificence of
which he had heard so many stories: of the
luxury, wrung from the sweat of the peo-
ple, which was said to be the Prince’s
guerdon, This seemed rather the room of
a soldier; and the wrists of the Prince
were scarred, and the eyes of the Prince
were very sad.
‘‘Do you think,’’ said the Prince, ‘‘that
it is for this I fight? For lust of gold—I,
who am often in want of money? For lust
of power— I, whom chance saves from the
assassin’s hand? Rowan, they’ve lied to
you.”
“It’s you are the liar.”
“Well, perhaps so.” Even the
Prince flinched slightly before that unre-
mittisg contempt. ‘‘My little prisoner,
my younger brother—may I call you that,
or is it an insnlt to your brother?”
De Lusignan reddened swiftly; and did
not answer.
‘May I tell you a few more lies? Just
people always hear both sides, you know:
and my brother is always just. Listen,
Rohan: I have stories to tell you. Yon
need not believe them unless you like, and
yet they're all true. They are about a man
who was very poor and lonely, and yet he
was a Prince. People hated him because
he had not always been a Prince, but’ had
been a poor lad, like any other child. Ido
not know if it was quite fair for them to
hate him, because it was they themselves
who had made him Prince, in the old days
when they thought they loved and trusted
him. Of course, he loved his kingdom;
still, I think he would have given it up,
only he was afraid to.’
“Afraid?”
*‘Afraid for the sake of the kingdom. If
he gave it up to the rebels they would quar-
rel among themselves, and many of his
people would be killed.”’
‘*Yes, that is quite true,’’ broke in Ron-
ald, eagerly. ‘‘Oar leaders can never agree
—'? He checked himself suddenly, flush-
ing at his indiscretion.
‘No? So the Prince thought, and there-
fore he had to fight. It was a hard fight;
it is a hard fight still. And wbat made it
bard was this, just this: that he had no
friends, noone who loved or trusted him.
They called him a tyrant, a robber, a—liar,
and what not—"’
‘‘Sire!’’ cried Rohan, sharply. Hecould
scarcely bear the look in the grand, imper-
.turbable eyes of the Prirce.
“They thought he did is for his own
sake, because he wanted the crown; they
did not know how heavy and sharp is the
crown in such a kingdom as his. Really
and truly, he only wanted to do them good,
to help them, and make their lives a little
more free, and a little less intolerably bis-
ter. They tried to kill him—hush, child—
they tried to kill him, and failed; and he
was glad for his country’s sake, and very
sorry for his own. For he was very tired:
he would not give up his work, because
there was no one else to do it, but he wonld
gladly have been called to rest. Still, he
went on fighting.”’
‘‘And in the end?”’
“The end is not yet. But I think—in
the end—they broke his hears.”
The vibrating tones ceased. Rohan did
not look up; he fancied that the eyes of
the Prince were full of tears, and he was
afraid to meet them.
“I will tell you what is worst of all,”’
went on the Prince, quietly. ‘It was that
be had tobe very cruel when he would
rather have been kind ; those whom be loved
he had to make suffer.”
‘But, Monseignenr—"’
‘Well, my brother?"’
‘You tried —to— betray our country.’’
Is was horribly bard to say, for the
Prince did not look like a traitor. And
then there was silence; a silence that made
De Lusignan wish he had never been born.
At last the rich voice went on again. How
loug it spoke, the younger man did not
know, for he found that the Prince was tell-
ing him all the plans of his past, present
and future. And, strange to say, the
Prince’s aims were the very same which
Rohan’s friends were seeking to attain,
only the Prince was often forced to disguise
his designs and so lay himself open to mis:
conception. ‘Freedom, justice, eqnality,
liberty of the press, distribution of taxation
—all the idols of the popular party were
the Prince’s idols, too, which he could only
serve in secret; at no distant date they
were to take their true place as vital points
of his great policy. It was a wonderful
story, and not the least wonderful part in
it was the part played by the narrator. If
seemed the Prince was a hero, brave, gentle
and sad; not the luxurious tyrant of com-
mon report, but just a sinning, suffering,
blundering hero, ready to give up all, even
life, for his country. When it was over,
De Lusignan said simply, “I tried to kill
you; what can I do?’’
‘Love mea little, Rohan; I love you and
I'd have tried to save you il I could.”
“I’m so glad I missed!’
‘‘And Iam sorry;—no, I’m glad; it’s
selfish to be sorry. But perhaps your
friends will yet set me at peace.’’
*‘Monseignenr—!"’
‘‘You do not like that? You see, they do
not know; they hate me.”’
Rohan’s eyes dilated with horror. *‘I
will tell them not to shoot you!’ he cried.
‘‘And you think they will obey you?”
Knowing that they were not at all like-
ly to obey him, Rohan shuddered and sank
back. ‘‘But you will protect yourself,
sire?’’ he pleaded.
“Ob, yes, I will do all I can,’’ said the
Prince, smiling. ‘‘But I should be glad to
die, Rohan.”
‘I cannot bear it, sire!”
‘Hush, I do not ask you to tell me their
names. We are both gentlemen; and one
gentleman cannot ask another to betray his
friends.”’
‘‘Merci!”’ said Rohan. You have shown
me what I can do. Ah! you are generous,
my Prince; but you forges it is for your
country: you and your country are one.’’
‘‘For my country—yes,’’ said the Prince.
‘‘Poor little Rohan?’’
““Hush,”’ said Roban, smiling. ‘I give
one brother to the other, my Prince. One
was my brother, Francois. The rest—’’ he
cited a list of balf a dozen names. ‘‘I ask no
terms,’’ he said, ‘‘but this: may they die
without torture. Francois is younger than
I am, and delicate. I could not bear to see
him on the rack.” ;
*‘Does he know any secrets which you
yourself cannot tell me?’’
*‘Some, no doubt, since I have been in
prison; but—’’ the dark eyes pleaded for
meroy.
‘If I were to promise more than that?
If I were to give you their lives?”’
Rohan caught his hand and kissed it;
his face was illuminated.
‘They shall swear fidelity, that is all.”
Those who will not swear muss lie in pris-
on for awhile; bus Francois will swear, I
think. Will he not?”’
‘‘He will adore you, Monseigneur—as 1
do.”
*‘Will he? How young you are, child!
And you have beauty also. Oh! never you
be too clever, Rohan, or you’ll pay for it?
I sometimes think that there is no need of
hell to punish Mefistofele; his reward is
worked out in the fruit of his own acts.’”’
He stood up. Rohan lay still and watched
him with the look of one at peace.
The Prince wrote down a list of the
names de Lusignan had given him; then
he came and knelt down again beside the
couch.
‘‘You have done a hard thing,” he said,
softly.’”” There are many hard and cruel
things in life, Rohan; for example, little
wounded hands and feet.” He touched
Roban’s wrists very lightly, and Kohan
flushed.
“They will say I did it tc save my life;
but then they say worse things of you. I
can bear it; yes, I can bear it. And hy the
by, when they see you doing all that you
have told me you mean to do—’
“When? When they see me giving free-
dom to the press, and liberty to the people?
When they see that they will cease to taunt
you. My little Roban, I’m sorry.”’
“I’m glad,’’ said the boy proudly.
The Prince smiled down at him. ‘‘How
pale you are I’ he said. ‘‘I will give you
some of my wine; it will send you to sleep,
and thas will be good for you.”’
He went into the farther corner of the
room and got a flask of wine and a glass.
He made ready in silence, with dexterous,
feline movements; his eyes were dark with
pity and his lips were parted in a little ten-
der smile. He brought the wine to Rohan,
and touched the glass with his own lips.
“Drink my health, as I drink yours,
child,” be #aid softly. ‘‘Sleep is best.”
‘‘And when I wake may I see Francois?’’
asked de Lusignan. He essayed to take
the glass, but his crippled hands failed:
him, and the Prince himself held it to his
lips.
“Of course, you shall see Francois, when
you wake,”” he said, smiling. .‘‘Sleep
sweetly, Rohan; all shall be well with my
two new brothers.”’
Wine is a powerful narcotic. Very soon
Rohan de Lusignan slept quietly, his head
resting on the Prince’s shoulder.
An hour later the Prince rang his bell;
the secretary came in baste. The Prince
handed him a slip of paper. .
‘‘Havee these men arrested and shot,
Paul,”’ he said in a tone that brooked no
delay. Get it done quickly: this insurrec-
tion must be stamped out at once. And put
Francois de Lueignan on the rack before
you are through with him; he has informa-
tion to give, and as be is young and weakly
you will probably have little trouble with
bini.”” He added over his shoulder, as he
sat down at his escritoire, ‘‘Take away
that child’s body, and when you bave done
with Francois, bury them together.”’—by
A. Russell Weekes, in Harper's Magazine.
Women’s Hats From Wood Shavings.
It is not generally known that many of
the handsomest summer bats worn by the
ladies of this country are literally made
from wood ‘‘shavings,’’ says the Scientific
American. The finest examples of this in-
dustry are produced in Japav, these
wooden 1ibbons appearing in many forms,
some of which have almost the delicacy
and sheen of satin, while others resemble
soft and dainty crepes. Only about 15 per
cent of the chip is exported in the form of
wood ribbons, the remainder being work-
ed into what is commercially known as
chip braid, and which is employed in the
same manner as straw braid, that is, for
hats, basketry and other fancy articles,
The exports in a single year have
amounted to over $650,000, the United
States being a large huyer. The trade is
steadily increasing, with a constantly
growing demand, as the industry is com-
paratively vew., While willow is con-
siderably used in Germany, the Japanese
manufacturers employ European poplar,
spruce, Chinese oypress, cherry buckeye,
pautonia, false hickory and some other
kinds of wood. The chip is produced by
planing with special tools, the shavings
being about 15 inches long and one and a
half in width. The leading forms are
known as crepe, thin crepe, striped crepe,
scaley crepe, crimped crepe, network crepe,
etc. The product takes dyes readily, and
ig so thin and flexible that daintiest ef-
fects in millinery goods can he secured.
Pald His Way.
“Did you buy your way to your present
position of political prominence?” ‘‘Cer-
tainly, I did,’”’ answered Senator Sorghum.
‘It there is anything I hate it’s a dead-
head. ’’—- Washington Star.
| that peaceful means have failed and the only
Human Blood Washes the Streets of St. Petersburg
Strikers’ Demands Met by’ Volleys that Strewed the Public
Square With Dead—Hundreds of Men, Women and Chil-
dren Shot by Troops. Plan to Overturn Dynasty—
Giant Uprising of the People Grows Out of the
Terrible Slaughter
of the Innocents.
ST. PETERSBURG, January, 22.—This
bas been a day of unspeakable horror in St.
Petersburg. The strikers of yesterday,
goaded to desperation by a day of violence,
fury and bloodshed are in a state of open
insurrection against the government. A
condition almost bordering on civil war ex-
iss in the terror-stricken Russian capital.
The city is under martial law, with Prince
Vasilchikof as commander of 50,000 of the
emperor's crack guards. Troops are biv-
ouacking in the streets to-night and at
various places on the Nevsky Prospect, |
the main thoroughfare of the city. On the
Island of Vassili Ostrov and in the indus-
trial seotions infuriated men have thrown
up barricades, which they are holding.
The empress dowager has hastily sought
safety at Tsarskoe Selo, where Emperor
Nicholas II is living.
Minister of the Interior Sviatopolk-
Mirsky presented to his majesty last night
the invitation of the workmen to appear at
the Winter Palace this afternoon aud receive
WHOLE CITY IN A PANIC.
Fighting meantime continued at various
places, soldiers volleying and charging the
mob. The whole city , was in a state of
panic. Women were running through the
streets seeking lost members of their fami-
, lies. Several barricades were carried by
the troops. Toward 3 o’clock in the even-
ing the crowds, exhausted, began to dis-
perse, leaving the military in possession.
As they retreated up to Nevsky Prospect
the workmen put out all the lights. The
little chapel as the Narva gate was wrecked.
On the Kaminostovla island all the lights
were extinguished. Every official wear-
ing the uniform of the emperor who was
found alone was mobbed. A general was
killed on the Nicholas bridge and a dozen
officers were seized, stripped of epaulets
and deprived of their swords.
The authorities while they seem to real-
ize the magnitude of the crisis with which
the dynasty and the antocracy are confront-
ed on account of yesterday’s events ap-
their petition, but the emperor’s advisors
already had taken a decision to show a firm
and resolute front and the emperors’s reply
t0 100,000 men trying to make their way
to the Palace Square to-day was a solid ar-
ray of troops, who mest them with rifle and
bayonet and sabre. The priest Gopin, the
leader and the idol of the men, in bis gold-
en vestments, holding aloft the cross and
marching at the head of thousands of work-
men, through the Narva gate, miraculously
escaped a Volley which laid low half a hun-
dred persons.
SOME ESTIMATES SAY 5,000 DEAD.
* The figurfs of the total number killed or
wounded here, and at the Moscow gate, at
varions bridges and islands, and at the
winter palaces vary.
According to the high estimate, 1,000
were killed and 1,500 were wounded in
the Palace square, 300 were killed and 500
wounded at the Narva gate, where a col-
umn of strikers, led by Father Gopon, was
dispersed, 500 were killed and 700 were
wounded near St. Isaac’s cathedral, 200 were
killed and 500 were wounded on Basil’s
island, and 100 were killed and 700 wound-
ed in isolated parts of the city.
The best estimate is 500, although there
are exaggerated figures placing the number
as high as 5,000.
Many men were accompained by their
wives and children, and in the confusion,
which left no time for discrimination, the
latter shared the fate of the men.
The troops, with the exception of a sin-
gle regiment, which is reported to have
thrown down its arms, remained loyal and
obeyed orders.
CRY IS FOR VENGEANCE.
But the blood which crimsoned the
snow has fired the brains and passions of
the strikers and turned women as well as
men into! wild beasts, and the cry of the
infuriated populace is for vengeance.
The sympathy of the middle classes is
with the workmen. If Father Gopon who
is the master mind of the movement aimed
at open revolution he managed the affair
like a genius to break the faith of the
people in ‘‘The Little Father,”” who they
were convinced and whom Father Gopon
bad tanght them to believe would right
their wrongs and redress their grievance.
THE REVOLUTION IS INAUGURATED.
Gorky, the Russian novelist, expresses
the opinion that yesterday’s work will
break the faith of the people in the em-
peror. He said to the Associated Press:
‘Yesterday inaugurated a revolution in
Russia. The emperor’s prestige will be ir-
revocahly shattered by the shedding of inno-
cent blood. He has alienated himself forever
from his people. Gopon taught the workmen
to believe that an appeal direcs to the ‘Lit-
tle Father’ would be heeded. They have
been undeceived. Gopon is now convinced
remedy is war. The first blood has been
shed, but more will follow. It is now the
people against the opressors, and the battle
will be fought to the bitter end.”
PREPARED FOR THE SIEGE.
The military authorities had a firm grip
on every part of the city. At day break
guards, regiments, cavalry and infantry,
held every bridge across the frozen Neva,
the network of canals which interlaces the
city and the gates leading from the indus-
trial section, which in the Palace Square,
the storm centre, were massed dragoons,
regiments of infantry and Cossacks of the
guards. Barred from the bridges and gates
men, women and children crossed the fro-
zen river and canals on the ice by twos and
threes, burrying to the Palace Square,
where they were sure the emperor would
be present to hear them. But the street
approaches to the square were cleared by
volleys and Cossack charges.
MOBS URGED TO VIOLENCE.
Men and women infuriated to frenzy by
the loss of loved ones, cuised the soldiers
while they retreated. Men harangued the
crowds, telling them that the emperor had
foiled them and that the time had come to
act. Men began to build barricades at
Nevsky Prospect and other points, using
any material that came to hand and even
chopping down telegraph poles.
Ingenious Inventions.
A clever Swiss inventor has originated
an instrument which tells the exact condi-
tion of impurity.
A practical folding umbrella constructed
on the telescopic plan has been evolved.
The 28-inch size folds up to 18-inches, and
the other sizes in proportion.
A Norwegian named John Eggen has
inyented an electric apparatus for indi-
cating the presence of a school of fish in the
parently are paralyzed for the moment.
An official statement was promised at mid-
| night, at which hour it was announced
that it bad been postponed till today.
A member of the emperor’s household is
quoted as saying today that this conflict
will end the war with Japan and that Rus-
sia will have a constitution or Emperor
Nicholas will lose his head. The Warsaw
& Baltic railroad is reported to have been
torn up for a mile and a half, but the dam-
age is said to have been repaired. There
are rumors of trouble in Finland and dis-
satisfaction of the troops.
THE BRAVERY OF FATHER GOPON.
There was a very dramatic scene at the
Narva Gate when Father Gopon in golden
vestments bearing aloft an ikon, and flank-
ed by two clergymen carrying religious
banners, approached at the head of a pro-
cession of 10,000 workmen. Troops were
drawn up across the entrance. Several
times an officer called upon the procession
to stop, but Father Gopon did nos falter.
Then an order was given to fire, the first
with blank cartridges. Two volleye rang
out, but the line did not waver. Then,
with seeming reluctance, an officer gave the
command to load with ball and the next
volley was followed by shrieks and cries of
the wounded.
As the Cossacks followed up the volley
with a charge, the workmen fled before
them, leaving about 100 dead or wounded.
LEFT MANY DEAD AND WOUNDED.
It was evident that the soldiers deliber-
ately spared Father Gopon. One of the
clergymen at his side was wounded, but he
escaped untouched and hid behind a wall
until the Cossacks had passed and he was
spirited away by workmen.
During the evening there were more foot
passengers in the streets than might bave
been expected, but nothing like the gaiety
and bustle of an ordinary Sunday evening.
BITTER FEELING AGAINST TROOPS.
Comment on the action of the troops and
authorities is very bitter, and remarks are
made that officers are braver against the
defenseless public than against the Japan-
ese and that “ammunition may be scarce
in the far east, bat is too plentiful here.’’ Re-
tarns from only three of the numeroas hos-
pitals give 32 dead and 123 wounded. Many
of the wounded have been taken to their
own homes, Broken windows and embed-
ded bullets are found at long distances
from the scene of the firing. The rioters
broke windows in the palace of the Grand
Duke Alexis.
HORRIBLE BUTCHERY WITNESSED.
The most harrowing scenes of the day
occurred around the Police square. An
instance of horrible butchery when a crowd
gathered at the corner of the Adwiralty
gardens. The crowds there persisted in re-
fusing to move on, clamoring for the em-
peror and continually hurled abuse at the
troops, but attempted no violence. Two
companies of the Proebrajensky guards, of
which Emperor Nicholas himself was form-
erly colonel, which bad heen standing at
ease in front of the palace formed and
marched at double quick toward the fats
corner.
Many in the crowd turned to flee. A
bugle sounded and the men in the front
ranks sank to their knees, and both com-
panies fired revolvers, the first two with
blank cartridges and the last with ball. A
hundred corpses strewed the sidewalks.
Many women were pierced through the
back as they tried to escape.
SCENE OF ANOTHER SLAUGHTER.
Another slaughter occurred later in front
of a drug store, where a number of wound-
ed bad been taken. An angry crowd was
about the drug store and a man stood on
the steps and addressed the assemblage.
He denounced the emperor and called on
those around him to take up arms against
the general. The crowd became frenzied
and attacked several officers who were
nearby, wrenching their swords from them.
The appearance of several companies of
infantry restored order, but the crowds re-
fused to disperse and several volleys were
fired and a number of people killed.
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seat locking it in position. When raised,
it forms a shelter for tiie back of the pas-
senger. In dry weather, the cover forms
the ordinary seat.
Glass that can be heated white hot and
then planged into cold water without
breaking seems an impossibility, bus it has
been recently made an accomplished fact.
It is made from Brazilian quartz pebbles
heated red hot and then thrown into dis-
tilled water. Then the purest pieces are
selected and welded with the oxhydrogen
deep. It consists of a metal plate and a
microphone in the water, connected by
wire with a telephone on board ship.
Swiss watchmakers have now added a
pbonogiaph to some of their wonderful
watches. A small rubber disc is pus in
the water and arranged in such a way that
the record is repeated every hour. Any-
thing can be put on the record that the
owner wishes.
A new invention for insuring dry seats
on electric cars in wet weather has heen
displayed in Edinburg. As explained by
the inventor, the new arrangement is a
simple one, and can be fitted to any style
of garden, tramway or ship’s deck seat. It:
is practically a wooden covering for the
seat, can be lifted in wet weather, the
ordinary movement of the back rest of the
blowpipe into long stems like straws, from
which glass vessels of any shape can he
made. Thus far the quartz glass has been
"employed chiefly for making laboratory
apparatus. A test tube made in this way
will not break when a white-hot coal is
dropped into it.
Not Her Fault.
“The missus told me to tell you that the
roast is too well done.”’
“Well, I can’t help it if IT do better
cooking than she is used to.’’— Chicago
American.
——"I do not want Art fora few any
more than I want Freedom for a few or
Education for a few.”’— Wm. Morris.
Poems You Should Know.
A Taovenr.
Hearts that are great beat never loud;
They muffle their music when they come,
They hurry away from the thronging crowd
With bended brows and lips half dumb.
And the world looks on and mutters “proud!”
But when great hearts have passed away
Men gather in awe and kiss their shroud
And in love they kneel around their clay.
Hearts that are great are always lone;
They never will manifest their best,
Their greatest greatness is unknown,
Earth knows a little; God the rest.
— Father Ryan.
On a High Pinnacle.
SAN FRANCISCO—On a pinnacle of the
Andes mountaine, 14,000 feet above the
level of the sea, on the boundary line he-
tween Chili and the Argetine Republic,
stands a heroic statue of the Christ. The
erection of this statue is to commemorate
the signing of a treaty between the two
countries by which it is agreed to settle all
disputes arising from any cause by the
process of arbitration. The inscription at
the base of the pedestal tells the story.
The pedestal is of granite, symbolizing
the world. The gigantic bronze figure of
the Christ rises 26 feet above it and is visi-
ble in all directions for many miles.
The story of the eveats which led to the
erection of this statue is an interesting one.
For a generation there had been a dispute
between Chiliand the Argentine Repub-
lic in regard to the land bordering on the
straits of Magellan and also as to the boun-
dary line high up in the mountains be-
tween the two countries.
As lass the difficulties between the two
nations reached such an acute stage that
the most active preparations were made
for war. Large armies were raised and
navies equipped. The cost of all these
preparations was enormous and threatened
to bring financial ruin upon both nations.
Both countries were drained of their re-
sources and business was at a standstill.
The British ministers at Santiago and
Buenos Ayres had heen watching the trend
of events with no little anxiety and almost
at the moment when hostilities were about
to begin urged that arbitration be tried
first, in order, if possible, to avoid the hor-
rors of a long and cruel war.
The State Departments of Chili and the
Argentine Republic agreed to this and se-
lected the king of England to act. The
facts were laid before King Edward, who,
after giving them careful attention, wisely
gave his opinion that the territory in dis-
pute should be divided between the two
nations. His decision was received with
great satisfaction and the war was averted.
Then it was snggested that a treaty of
arbitration to last for five years be signed.
This was agreed to and such a treaty is
now in force.
Both the people of Chili and those of the
Argentine Republic want no more war.
Both countries are again prosperous. The
armies of each nation are being reduced al-
most to the limits of a police force. Some
of the great warships have been sold; others
have been turned into merchant vessels for
the carrying trade between South America
and South Africa.
Peace reigns, and as the people look up
at the great statue of the Redeemer, they
see the outstretched hand which seems to
be imparting the benediction of heaven,
and vow that that peace shall never be
broken.
Good Resolutions.
I will be neat.
I will do honest work.
I will be master of myself.
I will keep my mind clear.
I will learn to love good books.
I will not even shade the truth.
I will be punctual in all things.
I will never spend more than I earn.
I will not acquire another bad habit.
I will not let my temper control me.
I will be cheerful and enjoy harmless
fan.
I will read my Bible and pray every day.
I will be agreeable and companionable.
I will not become habitually suspicious.
I will *‘do right though the heavens
fall.”
I will know well some honest business.
I will not write a letter when I am
angry.
i will not over-rate nor undervalue my-
self.
I will not be a whining, fault finding
pessimist.
I will neither work nor play half-heart-
edly.
I will be courteous to old people and to
women.
I will deserve confidence whether I get
it or not.
I will not meddle with what does not
concern me.
I will bean avowed servant of the Lord
Jesus Christ.
I will keep my eyes, ears and heart open
to the good.
I will never let another persen lead me
to act like a fool.
I will not break an engagement nor a
promise 1f I can keep it.
I will not engage in any questionable
amusement or employment.
I will exert myself in all honorable ways
to make and keep friends.
I will, when I undertake a thing, be
sure I’m right, and then stick to i.
I will not waste the next ten years, the
most important of my whole life.
I will keep myself physically clean,
mentally alert, morally pare and spiritual-
ly alive.—The Cumberland Presbyterian.
A New Cure for Cramps.
A young married couple stopped at one
of the best hotels in St. Louis. About 2a.
m. the hosband was seized with severe
stomach cramps and was almost frantic.
His wife was much frightened, bus knew
something must be done quickly. So
without waiting to put on clothing she
started down stairs on the jump with
naught on but her ‘‘nighty.” Running
into the dining room she saw a mustard
cruet on the table. Emptying the contents
into her handkerchief she started up staiis
on the run, and entered the first door she
came to. Here she saw a man lying on the
bed, who, in the dim duskiness, she mis-
took for her husband, and, gently tucking
np his lingerie, slapped the poultice on his
abdomen. The man let outa’ howl, and
sitting up quickly,shonted in angry tones :
‘Woman, what are you doing?’ There
was a shriek, a patter of unshod feet on
the floor, and. frightened half to death, the
poor wife found her room and suffering
husband. She told him her troubles, and
it tickled him so that his cramps were for-
gotten. — Argus.
Competent.
Colonel Bluegra<s.—-So you wish to marry
mah daoghtah, suh? Can yon suppoht a
wife, suh?
Young Bourbon—-Ah filled a flush last
three-card draw.
night, Cuhnel, awn a
~=Brooklyn Life.