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Bellefonte, Pa., Sept. 29, 1905.
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tarily.
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—" a —
An Ad—Dition.
A man who owns a great big store the rest
With stocks of goods on every floor,
May, to his keenest sorrow, find
The public to his wares is blind.
And though he add all he may guess
Would likely add to his success,
His bank account may never rise
Till he concludes to add—vertise.
A LUMP OF LOGIC.
The time to quit (it seems to me
This truth is past denying)
Our advertising ought to be
When all the world quits buying.
—Nizon Waterman.
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A DAY OFF.
“Wel
and wal
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80.
cheek.
Abigail Bennet stood by the kitchen table
her mixing-bowl before her. She hummed
a little under her breath, as she paused,
considering what to make. There were
eggs on the table, in a round comfortable
basket that had held successions of eggs for
twenty years. There were flour and sugar
in their respective hoxes, and some buster
in a plate. It was an April day, and Abi-
gail’s eyes wandered to the kitchen window
at the sound of a bird-call from the elm. A
smile lighted her worn face. The winger
bad been a hard one, and now it was over
and gone. This,also, was a moment’s peace
in the midst of the day. Her husband was
comfortably napping in the front room.
He had broken his arm in midwinter, and
that had temporarily disarranged the habit
of his life. Abigail bad not owned it,even
to her most secret self, bus she was tired of
his innocent- supervision of indoor affairs,
the natural product of his idleness. Jona-
than was a born meddler, He interfered
Yor the general good, and usually it did no
harm, for he was accustomed, in his best |
estate, to give minnte orders at home, and
then hurry away to the hay-field or his
fencing. Abigail scrupulously obeyed, bus
it was without the irritating consciousness
of personal supervision. Now it was qif-
ferent.
Asshe felt the stillness of the day, and
the warmth of the soft spring air blowing
in at the window, she pushed back the
bowl against her measuring-cup and made
a little clink. Instantly, as if the sound
bad =voked it, a voice sprang from the sit-
ting-room. Jonathan was awake.
‘‘Nabby,’’ he called, “what you doin’?
Abigail stood arrested for a moment, like a
wood-creature startled on its way.
“My land!” she said, beneath her breath.
Then she answered cheerfully, ‘I’m goin’
to stir up a mite o’ cake,’
‘What kind?"
Oh, IT duu’no.
mebbe.”’
“Where's that dried-apple pie we had
yesterday?’’ inquired Jontthan, with the
zest she knew. ‘‘Ain’t there enough for
supper?’’
*‘I dun’no bus there is.’
‘“Then what you makin’ cake for?”
“I dun’no. I thought mebhbe we’d bet-
ter have suthin’ on band.”
‘“How many eggs are there in one-two
three-four?’’
‘‘Why, there's two when you make half
the receipt.”’ Abigail’s tone was uniform-
ly hearty and full of a zealous interest; but
she shifted from one foos to the other, and
made faces at the wall.
‘‘Ain’t there any kind o’ cake yon can
stir up with one egg?”’
“Why, there’s cup-cake; but it’s terrible
poor pickin’, seems to me.’’
Jonathan rose and took his way to the
kitchen. He appeared on the sill, tall and
lank, his shrewd, bright-eyed face diversi-
fied by the long lines that creased the
cheeks. Abigail stopped grimacing, and
greeted him with woman's specious smile.
‘Don’t yedo it today,” said Jonathan,
not unkindly, but with the tone of an im-
peccable adviser. ‘You have the apple-
pie today, an’ to-morrow you can stir up
bim.”’
She ran
of bay.
if she
hours.”
“Go ,
high spi
miles fa
sab drea
One-two three-four,
girl wal
night.
then sof
sheet.
times w
pattern.
You
not shave.
some onion-seed. Ebenezer says old Lang’s
got some, fuss quality, an’ if we don’t look
ous it ’11 all be gone.”
‘Ob, father!” cried Abigail, involun.
‘‘Father,”’ cried Abigail.
eloquent tenderness.
hairs all over you.”
Then Claribel stepped slowly into the
wagon; her father followed her, and they
drove away.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon
when they came home.
glanced into the glass, and decided he need
“I'm goin’ up along to git
come an’ help me git the bits in,”’
said Jonathan, to his wife. ‘I can manage
with one hand.”
Claribel followed them hesitatingly out
through the shed.
‘‘Father,’’ she began; but Jonathan nev-
er turned.
‘‘Father!”’
I; what is it?’’ he called over his
shoulder, and her mother dropped behind
ked with her.
’t you take on,” urged Abigail.
There were tears in her own eyes, and the
warm air on her forehead made her think
of youth as well as spring.
he can’t drive very well, on’y one hand
“You know
on’t you mind.
Claribel’s tears also had sprung, and two
big crystal globes ran out and splashed her
‘‘It was a kind of an agreement,” she
said, passionately.
watches picked out at Ferris’s, and he
wants me to see which one I like best.
He'll be awful mad, and I shan’t blame
‘‘Ballard’s got two
“Father!”
on into the barn where he had the
horse standing while he gave him an impa-
tient one-handed brushing with a bundle
“Father, Claribel’s made a kind
of an agreement to go with Ballard. You
wait a minute whilst I slip on my t'other
dress, an’ I'll go with ye.”
‘ ‘Here, you git in them bits,’ said Jon-
athan. ‘‘God sake!
when that onion-seed’s goin’ by the board.
They'll be married in four weeks, won’s
they? Well, I guess Claribel can stand it
Don’t you hender me
don’t see him for twenty-four
Abigail got the bits in,and went on deft-
ly harnessing. She spoke but once. That
was when Claribel came and began to fas-
fen a trace.
way, dear,’’ said the mother, in an
‘“You’ll git horse-
Jonathan was in
rits. He had got his onion-seed;
and then, having heard of an auction, five
rther on, where there was a oulti-
vator as good as new, he bad boughs some
crackers and cheese at thegrocery and driv-
en there.
lunch in the wagon, and then Claribel had
He and Claribel had eaten their
rily by while her father bid and
ref6 bargains away from other bidders, Now
Claribel was heavyeyed, and her mouth
looked pitiful.
early supper her mother sat out for them,
and then, after washing the dishes, sat a
while by the window in the dark.
mother knew she was watching; but Bal-
lard did not come, and at nine o’clock the
She ate sparingly of the
Her
ked droopingly off to bed.
Abigail was late in going to sleep that
She lay looking into the darkness,
tears sometimes gathering in ber eyes and
tly wiped away ona corner of a
It was not that she failed to bear a
little disappointment for Claribel; but, to
her mind, youth was youth.
There were
hen one wanted things, and if they
bad to be put off, they were not the same.
One bud could never open twice.
When breakfast was over, Jonathan set-
tled himself in the sitting room with the
county paper, and Claribel slipped into the
pantry and beckoned her mother.’
girl spoke shyly:
“I don’t know but I'll run over to Bal-
lard’s and ask his mother for that skirt
The
bi
‘So do,”’ said Abigail with understand-
see—’’ Claribel went on. She
bent her head,and the corners of her mouth
trembled. “‘I don’t want you should think
I’m foolish; but yesterday was a kind of a
particular day with us.
yesterday we were engaged,and it was kind
‘Twas a year ago
the cup-cake.
will be till the
Eggs are scurse yit,an’ they
spring gits along a mite.”
‘“Well,”” answered Abigail, obediently.
of understood we were going to look at the
watch together. The reason I told Ballard
I’d walk along and let him overtake me—
well, I didn’t dare to les him come here, for
She began setting away her scoking mater-
iale, and Jonathan, after smoothing his hair
at the kitchen glass, put on his hat and
went out. Presently she saw him,one foot
on the stone wall, talking with a neighbor
who had stopped his jogging horse on the
way to market. There wasa flurry of
skirts on the stairs, and Claribel ran down,
dressed in her blue cashmere, her girdle in
her hand. She bad a wholesome, edible
prettiness, all rounded contours and rich
bloom.
‘‘Here, mother,” she called, and thrust
the girdle at her. *“This thing hooks be-
hind. It’s awful tight. You see if you
can do it.”
“You wait a .minute,’”’ said Abigail.
“I’Il wash the flour off my hands.” She
went to the kitchen siak, and afterwards,
standing at the roller-towel, she regarded
Claribel with a fond delight that always
amused the girl when she could stop to
note it. Claribel had told her mother be-
fore this, that she ac.ed as if girls were
worth a thousand dollars apiece. “My!”
said Abigail, pulling discreetly at the hooks
‘‘it is tight, ain’t it? I’m afraid you'll feel
all girted op.”
“I'll hold my breath.” She held it un-
til her cheeks were burning with bloom,
and the girdle came together.
Abigail put op a tendril of bair in the
girl’s neck and smoothed a hit of lace.
‘Now you hurry off,” she said. ‘‘If I's
you, I'd put on my things an’ slip ous
the side door, whilst father’s out there
talkin’,
word to
“You
Again
ing-bow
“One.
crack.
pouring
“You
his way
Claribel was pinning on her hat at the
glass. the coal,
“What's the matter of fathei?”’ she
asked,
“Ob, nothin’! only he’s got one o’ his
terrible times—an’ nobody to it, today. If
he sees you're goin’ anywheres, like’s not
he’ll set to an’ plan it different.”
‘Well, he needn’t,” said Claribel.* I’ve
got to have some Hamburg an’ some num-
ber sixty cotton. I'll be back by noon.’
*‘You don’t want I should call out to
Ebenezer an’ ask him for a ride?’ inquir-
ed her mother, at the window, a doubtful
eye on the farmer still gossiping without.
‘‘Now, mother!’ Claribel laughed.
‘You know well enough what I’m goin’ to
do. I'm goin’ tn walk,an’ Ballard ’Il over-
take me when be goes to get the mail, [t's
about time now.”’
‘‘Well,”” said her mother, an she left the
window and came to hold Claribel’s jacket.
‘My soul!’’ she said, desparingly. ‘‘There
is your father now.”
Jonathan’s step was at the door.
brisker than when it bore him forth.
face had lighted in new interess.
“Where you goin?" he asked Claribel at
once. . ;
She was walking past him to the door.
‘Oh, just up to the Corners,” she an-
swered, casnally. “‘I’ve got to bave some
things.” ’
‘‘You wait a spell,’’ said Jonathan. He
“Dow
fully in
that she
It was
His | ing.
Now
walk ou
oy
took it.’
fear father’d spoil it somehow.
he saw me drive by with father, and not a
something throbbing in her voice.
out the porch door,and olip it right along.’
And then
say why, and father was in a hur-
ry and wouldn’s let me stop, —and if I was
in Ballard’s place I should be mad as fire.”
go right over,” responded Abigail,
‘Slip
Abigail stood at the table, her mix-
1 before her, and at the olink of her
spoon Jonathan’s voice came promptly
from the other room:
‘*Nabby, what you doin’ of?’’
This time her muttered exclamation had
the fierceness of accumulated wrongs, but
she added, cheerfully:
“I’m mixin’ up a mite o’ cake.”
{What kind?”
For an instant Abigail compressed her
lips, and then she added, desperately, as
one whose resolve had bardened:
“‘Cup-cake.”’
“How many eggs?’’
”’ At the instant of speaking, she
took two eggs from the basket and, one in
either hand, broke them at the same instant
upon the edge of the bowl.
ears were keen, but they did not serve him
against the testimony of that one innocent
Jonathan’s
Abigail beat them hastily, and
them into her butter and sugar
breathed again.
call Claribel. I want ber to help
me a mite down-sullar,’’ said Jonathan, on
to the kitchen.
Abigail, at his step, crumpled one egg-
shell in her hand and hastily thrust it into
and laid a light stick over it.
‘I want to have her sprout some o’ them
’taters in the aroh.”’
“‘She can’t do it this forenoon,’’ said his
wife, glibly. ‘‘She’s gone out.’’
‘Where?’
n to Mis’ Towle’s. Isent her to
carry back that peck-measure yon borrered
last week.”
A strange exhilaration possessed her.
Abigail did not remember to have lied wil-
all her life before. Her difficult
way had been, against all temptation, to
sell the bare truth and suffer for it;but now
bad begun to lie,she liked it. She
looked at her husband, as he stood in the
doorway gazing innocently over her bead
at the window where the spring made a
misty pioture,and wondered what he would
say if he guessed what was in her hears.
She bardly thought herself, save that it was
something new and wild: the resolve to say
anything that came into her head,and sake
the consequences.
Jonathan was ponder-
“Why,” said be slowly, at last, ‘‘seems
ome I carriad back that peck-measure
myself,day or swo ago.”
Abigail remembered seeing- him
t of the yard with it in his hand;
but she did not flinch.
no, you didn’t. Claribel’s just
9’
spoke again.
*“Claribel asked me for. come money
’tother day. Said she wanted to git two
more gowns. You think she needs ’em?’’
“I know she does,” returned Abigail,
vigorously. ‘‘You don’t want she should
walk out o’ this house without a stitch to
her back, do ye, an’ have Ballard set to an’
clothe her?”
‘You gi’n her any money this winter?”
Abigail remembered her bard-worn store
of butter-and-egys money, put aside from
the moment Ballard had begun his cours-
ing, and she remembered the day when she
and Claribel had stolen off to the Corners
to spend the precious store in fine cloth and
trimming. But she looked her husband in
the eye.
“Not a cent,’ she answered, and liked
the sound of is.
““Well,”’ concluded Jonathan, ‘I'll hand
her some tomorrow. I’ll make it what you
think’s bess.?’
For a moment her hears softened, but
Jonathan spoke again:
“You ain’t a-goin’ to make weddin’-cake
be ye?”
"The strange part of her new communion
with him was that, as her tongue formed a
lie, her mind flashed a picture of the truth
before her. Now she had a swift vision of
the day when he had gone to town meeting
and she and Claribel bad baked the wed-
ding-cake, in furious baste,and set it away
to mellow.
“No,” said she, calmly; “I ain’t a goin’
to make no cake. I got a little on hand.”’
‘‘When’d ye have it?’
‘Ob, I dun’no’! I got a loaf or two.’
‘Well, Jonathan ruminated,‘‘I dun’no’s
I remember you bakin’ any.”
“Ididn’t bake it. ’Twas some Aunt
Lucretia left in her crock when she moved
out West.” She thought with wonder of
the ease with which new worlds could be
created merely by the tongue. Itgave her
a sense of lightness and freedom. She
could almost forgive Jonathan for meddling
ginoe he had introduced her to these bril-
lian possibilities.
‘‘That’s terrible yeller for one egg,’’ he
commented,as she poured her cake into the
an.
Pp “It had two yolks, ’said Abigail, calmly.
She felt an easy mastery of him. Then she
olosed the oven door, cleared off her cook-
ing-table and sat down to sew.
This was one of the days when Jonathan
seemed possessed by the spirit of discovery.
He took upa bit of edging from the win-
dow-sill and held it in a clumsy hand.
“How much do ye pay for that trade?’
he inquired.
“Two cents,’’ responded Abigail.
“Two cents!’’ That’s more’n two cents a
yard!”
“No. It'sacentan’ a half a yard an’
five yards for two cents. - We got five.’
‘I never heerd o’ such carryin’s on.”
Jonathan spoke helplessly. ‘They can’t
do business that way.”
‘They do.” She spoke conclusively.
He took up another wider remnant.
This was a coarse lace.
‘‘How much d’ve pay for that?’*he asked.
‘‘Nothin’,”” said Abigail. *‘I made it.”
Jonathan ruminated. He felt exceed-
ingly puzzled. It was not that he distrust-
ed her. No moment of their life together
bad failed to convince him that she was
honest as the day. +
‘I dun’no’s I ever see you doin’ any
thing like that,”’ he commented. ‘‘How’d
ye do it? Looks as if twas wove.’
"I done it on pins said Abigail, wildly.”
‘‘Common pins?’’
‘No. Clo’es-pins.”’
Jonathan frowned and gazed at her, still
reflecting.
“‘Mebbe you could make some to sell,”
he ventured. ‘‘Looke as if there might
be some profit in’¢.?”’
“I don’t want no profi,”’ returned his
wife, unmoved, and Jonathan presently
went ont to the barn, ruminating by the
way.
Then when his step had ceased on the
shed floor, Abigail laid down her sewing.
She looked up to heaven, as if she inter-
rogated the bolt that was presently to stun
ber; but the bolt did nos fall, and she be-
gan to laugh. She laughed until the tears
came, and her face suffused with mirth
looked a dozen years to the good. She dried
her eyes without wiping away any of that
new emotion. She could not yet blame
herself for anything so rare.
The noon dinner was on the table, and
Claribel had not come. Her mother had
set forth a goodly meal, and she talked
cheerfully through it. But Jonathan was
never to be quite distracted.
‘‘Where’s Claribel?”’ he asked, with his
second piece of pie.
‘She ain’t comin’,’’ answered her moth-
er, at random. ‘‘I’ll set suthin’ out on
the pantry shelf, an’ she can have it when
she wants.’
Jonathan paused, with a choice morsel
on the way to his mouth.
*‘Youn don’t s’pose she’s fetched up at
Ballard’s an’ stayed there to dinner, do
ye?’’ he asked.
“‘Well, what if she has?’’
‘Nothin’, only I wanted to know. I'd
step over there arter dinner an’ fetch hey.”
Abigail 1aid down her fork. = She spoke
with the desparation of one who is already
lost.
“Now, father, I’ll tell ye plainly, I ain’s
goin’ to have Claribel disturbed. She’s up
chamber,layin’ down with a sick-headache,
an’ I’ve turned the key in the door.”
‘Well, ye needn’t ha’ done thas,” Jon-
athan wondered. ‘‘She might as well sleep
it off.”
“I'll sprout the ’taters,’’ she asserted,
vigorously, ‘but I ain’t a-goin’ to have her
round with a headache an’ get all beat out
so she don’t do a stitch o’ work $o-mor-
rer.”’
Jonathan said nothing, and after dinner
she sped up-stairs, locked the door of Clar-
ibel’s room, and pus the key in her pocket.
Then, with a mind at ease, she washed her
dinner dishes and went down cellar. There
‘she sprouted potatoes with a swift dexter-
ity and a joyous hears. Claribel was abroad
somewhere, she knew, roaming she free
world. That was enough.
At five Jonathan finished his nap, and
came heavily to the door above.
‘‘Here, you,’’ he called. ‘‘I’ve been up-
chamber to find out how Claribel is. The
door’s locked an’ there ain’ no key inside.
You got the key?’
Abigail rose and dusted the dirt from her
hands. Her task was done.
**No,”’ said she. ‘I ain’t got no key.”
*‘I thought you said you locked the door.
Didn’t you take the key?”
Abigail was mounting the cellar steps.
She faced him calmly.
‘‘No, I never said any such thing,’ she
returned, with an easy grace. ‘*Clary’s
locked it, I s’pose. If she don’ answer,
she’s asleep. You let her be, Jonathan.
It’s no way to go routin’ anybody ont
when they've got a headache.’’
‘“Well,”’ said Jonathan, and grumbled
off to the barn.
Abigail felt more and more under the
spell of her new system. It swept her like
a mounting flood, She bad lied all day.
It was easy and she liked it. With a mirth-
Jonathan, she made cream-of-tartar bie-
cuits and opened quince preserves. The one-
two-three-four cake was golden within and
sweetly brown on top; it had not suffered
from the artifice that wens to make it.
The door opened and Claribel came in.
She had her jacket on her arm, and ber
cheeks were all a crimson bloom. A fine
gold chain was about her neck, and im-
mediately she drew a watch from her belt
and opened it, with a child’s delight.
*‘Look, mother, look!” she cried, The
words followed one another in a rapid
stream. ‘‘He wa’n’t mad a mite. He said
he knew twas something I couldn’s help.
And we went and got it, and had dinner at
the hotel. I guess I shan’t ever forget this
day as long as I live.”
Abigail was holding the watch, spell-
bound over its beauty. But at that she
broke into a laugh, wild and mirthless.
‘‘No,”’ said she, ‘no. I gmess I shan’
either.”
‘Mother, what you mean?’ The girl
was answering in a quick alarm. ‘“‘Any-
thing bappened to you?’?
Abigail quieted at once.
‘No, dear, no,” she said. “I’ve had a
real nice day. Or’y I’ve kinder worried
for fear you wouldn’s see Ballard, an’ all.
Now you take off your things, an’ father’ll
be in, an’ we'll have supper.’
But when they were sitting at the table,
Jonathan kept glancing at Claribel, her
red cheeks and brilliant eyes.
‘‘Ain’t you kinder feverish?’’ he asked,
and Abigail answered:
‘‘See bere, father. Ballard’s give her a
watch. Ain’t that bandsome?”’
Jonathan turned it over and over in his
hand.
*‘I guess it cost him euthin’,’’he remark-
ed. ‘‘Well, to-morrer we’ll see if we can't
git together alittle suthin’ more for clo’es.”’
Claribel went to bed early, to dream,
with ber watch under her pillow, and the
husband and wife sat together by the fire
below. When the clock struck nine, they
rose, in lingering unison, and made ready
to go up-stairs. Abigail cleared her sew-
ing from the table, and Jonathan shut the
stove dampers and wound the clock.
“‘They’ve got that feller over to the
Corners,”’ he announced, as he waited for
her to seb back the chairs.
“What feller?!
“The one that stole Si Merrill’s team.
They clapped him into jail, an’ I guess
there’l]l be a consid’able of a time over is.
He badn’t a word to say.’
Abigail was standing before him, her
hands clasped under her apron, as if they
were cold. Her face looked tired and pale.
She spoke with passionate insistence.
‘‘Jonathan, I’ve found out suthin’. It
don’t do to do the leastest thing that’s
wrong.’’
‘Why, no,’ Jonathan acquiesced, get-
ting a newspaper and lying it before the
hearth for the morning’s kindling. ‘‘Any
body’s likely to git took up for it.”
‘It ain’t that,’’ said Abigail. Her small
face had grown tense from the extremity
of terrible knowledge. “You might go
along quite a spell an’ not git found ont.
It’s becanse—’’ She halted a moment,and
her voice dropped a note—‘‘It’s because
wrong doin’s so pleasant.’’
‘You take the lamp,’”’ said Jonathan.
Then he remembered that the argument
should be clinched, and added, with his
Sunday manner:
“The way o’ the transgressor is hard.”
‘‘It ain’t,”’asserted Abigail,at the stairs.
‘‘It’s elegant. It’s enough to scare vou to
death, ye bave such a good time in if, an’
ye goso fast. It’s like slidin’ down-hill
an’ the wind at your back. Mebbe the
feller that stole Si’s team grabbed an apple
off’n a tree once an’ that started him. I
don’t blame him. I don’t blame nobody.’’
Jonathan was beginning the ascent, and
she paused and looked back at the kitchen,
as if there were the inanimate witnesses of
her perfidy.
“I’ve had a splendid day,” she said,
aloud. “I've had the best time I’ve had
for years. I ain’t ever agoin’ to have an-
other like it. I don’t dast to. "Twouldn’s
take much to land me in jail. But I ain’$
sorry, an’ I ain’t a-goin’ to say I be.”
“What you doin’ of down there?’’ called
Jonathan. ‘Who you talkin’ $02’?
“I’m comin’,” said Abigail. ‘‘I’ll bring
the light.””—By Alice Brown in Harper's
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Mr. Carnegie wishes to help.
Twenty dollars a year from each pupil
will not prove of material edvantage to the
institution. Students might as well be
admitted free. But the founder of the
school is a decided believer in the efficacy
of the dootrine of self-help. He wishes to
help only those who manifest a determina-
sion to help themselves.
Hence the tuition fee.
While the number of students must
necessarily be restricted, courses of instruc-
tion will not be limited.
Among the varions things that will be
taught at the outset are structural steel
construction, electro-chemistry, mining
practice, railroad practice, applied elec-
tricity, steel manufacture, clay working
and making of ceramics,glass manufacture,
foundry work, forging, blacksmithing,
carpentry, cabinet making, electrotyping
and stereotyping, electrical wiring, house,
sign and fresco painting, steam, gas and
hot-water fitting, machine forging, masonry
and brickwork, printing, steam engineer-
ing. moulding, glass blowing and repousse
work.
Women will be taught, among other
things, professional housekeeping, dress-
making, costume designing, stenography
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and librarians, leather and upholstery
work, needle work and embroidery, mil-
linery, the work of housemaids, lanndress-
es, cooks and waiters.
Seventy courses in all will mark the
start of this remarkable institution.
If, as stated in she beginning, any pupil
desires instruction in any other husiness,
profession or avocation, he or she will be
taught along the desired lines. Should
there be no professor on the regular staff
capable of imparting the instruction, one
will be secured especially for the benefit of
the ambitions pupil or pupils.
When in full operation the school will
accommodate 3000 pupils, although not
over 2000 can be taken care of at the he-
ginning, because of lack of room. Daring
the entire career of the institution, how-
ever, an absolute ban will be placed upen
crowding the classes.
Mr. Carnegie is of the opinion that stu-
dents cannot learn well when too many are
heing taught at the same time. So it has
been decided that no more than twenty
persons shall constitute a class.
Taking this as a maximum, and if the
classes are evenly divided, 150 professors
will be required to teach the 3000 pupils
when the school is under way, net count-
ing the heads of various departments and
those who may be engaged for special lines
of work.
When the school is finished as planned
now, there will be five buildings: ad minis-
tration, school of applied science, echool
of apprentices, journeymen and technical
school of applied design and service build-
ing.
The administration building, of course,
will be occupied by the officers, ete., of the
school, while the service building will
house the power machinery, ete.
The school will be opened on October 16,
in the first of the buildings which is now
nearing completion, the school of applied
science.
Some idea of the immensity of his build-
ing may be bad when it is stated thas it is
one mile around, lacking eighty feet.
All the buildings will be made into one
group, so that they will be easy of access
to one another, and will be so arranged
that every room will he an ‘‘outside”
room, thus giving all the light thas could
be asked for.
The buildings will be within five min-
utes’ walk of the Carnegie Institute, to
which an addition is now being built at a
cost of $2,000,000. All will be in the
same plot of ground, at the entrance to and
adjoining Schenley Park.
In fact, the Carnegie Institute, with its
great library, museum, art gallery, eto.,
will, in reality, be a part of the technical
schools, although separate from them. But
they will be there for the use of the stu-
dents, the same as they are for the public
in general.
On account of there being far more ap-
plicants than there will be room for at the
opening of the schools, provision will first
be made for the home applicants.
Pittshurgand Allegheny applicants will
be cared for ahead of any others.
Then will follow the State of Pennsyl-
vania and next the other States of the
Union. Next preference will be given to
the Philippines, Porto Rico and Cuba, then
Canada and Newfoundland, and, finally,
foreign countries.
By the time of the opening of the second
term it is expected that all of the buildings
will have been completed and the schools
will be running to their full capacity.
Night schools will be established with
the opening of the coming term, and will
be continued alter the schools are in fall
operation.
An encouraging arrangement has been
entered into by the management of these
schools, whereby skilled laborers, artisans,
mechanics and professional pupils gradu-
ated from them shall he taken care of in
the business life for which they seek to
perfect themselves.
Many manufacturing concerns have
agreed to take graduates from the various
lines of technical study, and railroad wen
of influence have offered to give other
pupils opportunities to prove that what
they have learned is of value in the work-
a-day world.
Since this technical school was planned
efforts have been made by certain commun-
ities to have branch schools started. An
Ohio city asked for a branch school there,
where the pottery could be taught. But
this request was refused, as will beall
similar ones. There will be a special de-
partment for teaching pottery work, but
the pupils muss attend the school in Pitts-
burg, where they can have the personal
instructions from the skilled persons em-
ployed to teach. 4
Only one problem in connection with
the work of the schools has not yet been
solved, and that is the disposal of the pro-
duct.
All material will, of course, be provided
by the schools. Brick walls and honses
will be built and torn down,bus there will
be a vast amount of work finished thas will
have to be disposed of in some manner. I
will probably be sold for the cost of the
raw material.
At the head of this remarkable institn-
tion will be Professor Arthur Arten Ham-
ersohlag, recently of New York.
Mr. Hamerschlag was born in Nebraska
thirty-six years ago, and received his early
education in the schools of Omaha and New
York, following this with special courses
in physics and mining at Columbia Uni-
versity.
Andrew Carnegie has always pinned his
faith to young men of experience. Mr.
Hamerschlag was for twelve years superin-
tendent of St. George's Evening Trade
School and for eight years consulting engi-
neer, lecturer and organizer for the New
York Trade School. He has been consult-
ing engineer for the Highland Falls, N.Y;
the Boys’ Preparatory Trade School, New
York city; the Manual Training School of
the Church of the Good Shepherd; Phillips
Memorial Industrial School, New York;
the Home Garden School, New York; the
Industrial School of Lynhurss, Tarrytown;
the MoAlpin Trade School, New York, and
about half a dozen other similar inssitu-
tions.
He is a member of the National Educa-
tional Association, the Society for the
Promotion of Engineering Education, the
New York Association for Organized Work
Among Boys, the American Institute of
Electrical Engineers, the New York Elec-
trical Society, and he has written several
papers on trade and technical education
and text-books and courses of instruction
for his schools.
~—The most recent census of India is
that of 1902, when it was shown the pop-
ulation had increased 40,000,000 since
1891, so that the total is now over 325,000,
000. There are 185 different languages
spoken and eight great religions followed,
During the year 1902, the spormous num-
ber of 36,000 persons were killed by wild
beasts and reptiles, the tigers leading with
1,040. The number of wild animals de-
stroyed wae 14,983; snakes, 71,284. No
figures of those who died of famine are
published in this liss.
brated as the Jamestown Exposi-
tion in 1907.
Before one great exposition is olosed we
are being interested in another for which
already much executive work has been
done. From May 13th, to November, 190%,
the United States will celebrate the three
bundredsh anniversary of the settlement of
Jamestown, Virginia, May 13th, 1607—the
first English settlement on the continent of
North America—by an historical, educa-
tional and international naval, military and
marine exhibition. The President of the
U. S. bas issued his proclamation declaring
and proclaiming that at or near the waters
of Hampton Roads there shall he inavgu-
rated an international naval, marine and
military celebration for the purpose of com-
memorating in a fitting and appropriate
manner the birth of the American nation.
By this proclamation all the nations of the
earth have been invited to take part in the
commemoration of the event. Seven States
of the Union have already recognized the
importance of this celebration as a great
historical and educational benefit to the
American people by making proper and
suitable appropriations for their respective
buildings to be erected upon the exposition
grounds. General Fitz Hugh Lee was the
president of the exposition company and
upon his death Hon. Henry St. George
Tucker, dean of the school of law of George
Washington University was unanimously
elected to succeed him. The board of di-
rectors are issning in the interests of the
exposition, a monthly publication, ‘“The
Jamestown Baulletin,’’ calculated o arouse
interest in Jamestown as a fisting location
for such an historical event. A recent
number contains the following :
Jamestown, the cradle of the American
Republic needs no advocate to ses forth its
claims to consideration. It makes its own
plea in the fact that there was gained the
first footing of our race upon the western
shores of the Atlantic; there was the first
Anglo-Saxon home, the first church—with
its full God’s acre—there was held the first
legislative assembly in the new world.
Eventful as was the life of the little town,
it was but brief. After the removal (about
the year 1700) of the seat of government of
Virginia to Williamsburg, nine miles dis-
tant, the superior attractivenss and healgh-
fulness of the new capital drew the popu-
lation thitherwards until Jamestown was
almost entirely abandoned. Finally, she
only residents left were two planters who
turned the town into farms, with the rnin-
ed church tower surrounded by broken
gravestones, standing alone and neglected
among the green fields.
Yet, in spite of this fact, and of its re-
moteness and ‘inaccessibility, interest in a
spot where 80 much history was made has
always heen strong enough to bring travel-
ers to Virginia to visit is.
Flower displays will be a feature of the
Jamestown exposition in 1907, on the shore
of the Hampton Roads, between Norfolk
and Fort Monroe.
More than 5,000 small plants were gath-
ered last winter for use on the grounds.
There are more honeysuckle slips than any
other shrubs or vines. Nearly 125,000
honeysuckle plants were secured.
Next in number come slips of periwinkle,
and third are the trumpet vine plants.
Recently the grounds were enclosed by a
wire fence stretched on degorative posts.
This fence will be covered with flowers
and verdare.
Twenty thousand rose bushes have been
placed along the line of wire and trumpet
vine and honeysuckle have been planted at
intervais. Before the gates of the exposi-
sion open, a thick mass. of green com-
mingling with honeysuckle flowers and red
roses will obscure all outside view.
It bas been part of the decorative plan
evolved by the board of design that native
plants should be used as far as possible.
Fifty thousand European privet cuttings,
such as are in nse for hedges in England,
will be used, as well as between 10,000 and
20,000 cuttings of mountain laurel, and
willow and miscellaneous collections from
old Virginia gardens. Among the large
shrubs will be hollies, red maples, locusts,
flowering dogwood, apple and cherry trees,
red cedars, paper mulberries and water
oaks.
Several thousand willows are already in
position. It has been the design to pre-
serve the natural features of the grounds
wherever possible. :
The portion of Tidewater Virginia where
this exhibition is to be held is known for
the loxuriance with which plants and
flowers grow.
Liquor Tax on Whiskey in Medicinal
Gulse.
The commissioner of internal revenue
has rendered a decision that will seriously
affect patent medicines that are composed
largely of distilled lignors. He has re-
versed a ruling made many years ago, and
now decides that manufacturers of these
medicines must take ous licenses as reoti-
fiers and liquor dealers, and that druggists
and others handling them must pay the
retail liquor dealer’s license.
The commissioner says that there are
many patent medicine compounds, com-
posed chiefly of distilled spirits, withons
the addition of drugs in’ sufficient quan-
tities to change materially the character of
the whiskey. He authorizes collectors to
impose the special tax upon manufacturers
of every compound composed of distilled
spirits, even though drugs are declared to
bave been added.
The decision reaches several prominent
and highly advertised medicines. In
some instances these medicines have been
found to contain as high as 45 per cent.
of alcohol, and there are many on the
market, it is said that contain 25 ‘per
cent. of alcohol. These medicines are said
to have immense sales in Prohibition com-
munities.
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Man’s Helpmeet.
She was not made out of his head v0 top
him, not out of his feet to be trampled
upon by him, but ous of his side to be
equal with him, under his arm to be pro-
tected and near his heart to be loved.
—Matsthew Henry.
——~-*‘Miss Smiley is going to travel un.
der an assumed name.”’
‘*Yon surprise me !" ;
‘Yes ;she is going to be married next
week and start on her honeymoon.’’
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——To be sure that you are right is
proper, certainly, bus also be sure when
you are right to go ahead.