6
WARDSHIPS OF LITTLE WALDO.
[ wish "at I could goto work
Away In town somewhere,
.XJVs- my pa does, and have a chanc#
To stay all day flown there,
And have some fun like other folks,
Instead of beln' here.
And lisser.in' to ma yell out:
"I want you, Waldo, dear!"
( never go across the street
Or round the block to p'.ay
Without 1 hear her hcrllerln':
"•Come In here, right away/'
And when the Hudson boys come upt
As soon as I begin
To have a chance to bat she says:
"Now, Waldo, dear, come In!"
X can't pile up things in the yard
Because she comes and takes
One look and then holds up her hands
And hollers: "Mercy sakes!
Clean ail that rubbish out of here.
My gracious, goodness me!"
X wisht I'd be an orphan boy.
And then I guess she'd see.
She just goes round all day and trlei
To think up every way
There ever was to never let
A boy get out to play;
"Whatever 1 would rather do
She always tells me: "No!"
I wish I'll die, and then I guess
That she'd be sorry, though.
1 wish 'at I was big enough
To work down at the store
'Cause then, you know, a person's raa
Can't make him m'nd no more;
I'd like togo downtown with pa
Almost before daylight
And get a ch::nce, sometimes, to stay
Till ten o'clock at night.
X wonder why a person's ma
Won't ever let yc.u do
Or see or hear or *ay the things
You're always wantln' to?—
She's always hollerin': "Come In
As quickly as you can"—
X wish as soon as X was borned
That I'd 'a' been a man!
—S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Her
ald.
BORN TO SERVE
By Charles M. Sheldon,
Aatbor of"IN HIS STEPS. " "JOHN KING'S
QUESTION CLASS," "EDWARD
BLAKE," Etc.
<Cujij right, I'jOO, by Oharlea 11. ShelUoa.)
CnAPTER III.—CONTINUED.
"Mrs. Vane has a convert. Did yo - i
*ee. Mrs. Ward's girl in the pew with
lier?" Mrs. Wilson asked, eagerly.
"Yes. ltather a neat, pretty girl,
«n<l seemed to know her place. Mrs.
Ward told me the other day that she
is well educated and—"
"It is 110 sort of use trying ta do
tiSMLfc sort of thing!" Mrs. Rice inter
cepted, with energy. "I tried that
gjta.n once in Whiteville, and it did 110
pood at all. Servants as a class can
not be treated that way. They al
ways take advantage of it."
■"That's what I iiave always said,"
--added Mrs. Burns. "Look at Mrs.
'Vane's girls. She changes as often
as any of us, and has as mucn trouble.
The girls don't want to be treated
like that."
"And, if they do, it makes no dif
ference with their real position. No
one will really ask «.hein into society;
and, if they did, they would not kno-v
how to behave," Mrs. Wilson ex
• claimed.
"It does seem a pity, though," Mrs.
Vi'icf went 011, "that girls like this one
shouldn't be allowed to have a chance
like, other people. What is she with
Mrs. Ward for if she is educated and
that?"
"O, she has sosns idea of helping
i*olve the servant-girl problem," Mrs.
'Burns replied. "At least, Mrs. Ward
#.oid me something of that sort. She
>does not know all about the girl her
self."
"•'lt's a queer way to solve the ques
tion—to go out as a servant herself,"
waid Mrs. Wilson, and the otner two
•wwrwen said: "that's so!" Yet all
•three of these women had been
brought up cn the theology of the
orthodox teaching of the atonement.
"Rid you E»,C Mr. Morton spea. .ng
<0 the Wards? He was just as polite
■fx* the girl as he was to anyone in
ttbc church."
"Of course; why not?" Mrs. Rice
with a superior air. "But now
imagine Mr. Morton or any other
ijgevitleman in Crawford really consid
ering a servant n~ they conside- ".her
people, even the factory girls or the
«.lerks at Bondman's."
"O well, of course, there is a dif
ference."
•"•Of course," the other two women
■Rsented. But, after all, what con
stitutes (he exact difference between
feonest labor of the hands in a fac
tory or a store and in a home? If
•they are both service that humanity
for its comfort or its progress,
ought they not both to be judged by
the standard of service, not by thi
«tandard of place where the service
rendered?
"J think i.lrs. Ward will find out her
*nistake, and be ready to say so in
m. little while. Tf she is going to
Ijring her girl to church with her. 4
sjoo't see where she can stop short
of taking her with her everywhere
«slse; and of course society will not
Colerate that," Mrs. Rice said after a
pause.
"Of course not. The whole thing is
absurd. The girls must keep their
places. All such eccentric women like
Mrs. Vane do more harm than good,"
.Sirs. Burns declared with decision.
"I had given i.lrs. Ward credit for
more sense," Mrs. Wilson said, grave
ly. "Hut I must turn down here.
■Good-by.*'
"flood-by. Don't forge, the com
wait.tee meeting at my house to-mor
row," cried Mrs. Itice, and very soon
•she. parted from Mrs. vvilson, remind
"Sug her, as they separated, of the
..'ftwreh-eommittee meeting later iu
1&J10 week.
.The next morning after Mr. Ward
gone down to his business Mrs.
tVard said to Barbara: "You remem-
JSwr Mr. Morton is coming to lunch
•nfcith us to-day. Would you i,.ce to
«it at the table with us?"
TUe color into Barbara's
and slit- did not answer at once.
Hi«a she. said slowly: "Xo, Mrs.
A a»'il. 1 Uuu. you wlieu I came, if you
remember, that I never expected to
sit with the family at meal-time. My
place as a servant is to wait on the
family then."
"Very well," replied Mrs. Ward,
quietly. "I simply asked because I
want you to understand that I am
reafly to help you. Of course, you are
not like the other girls who have
worked for us. 1 have no doubt you
could be perfectly at your ease with
Mr. Morton or anyone else in so
ciety." Mrs. Ward spoke with some
womanly curiosity, for Barbara had
not yet taken her into full confidence,
and there was much in the girl's pur
pose and character that Mrs. Ward
did not know.
"I suppose I eouli, probably," Bar
bara answered, demurely.
"Of course, you shut yourself out
of the society of people in your own
rank of life by choosing to be a serv
ant," Mrs. Vvard went on abruptly.
"You know that as well as I do."
"Yes," replied Barbara, gravely.
"You know well enough that it I
had introduced you yesterday to all
the people in Marble Square church,
probably not one of tnem would ever
have invited you to come and see
them or even enter into any part of
the church life."
"I suppose so," Barbara replied,
flushing deeply. And then she said:
"But I understand well enough that
such conditions exist because in the
majority of ca :es the gins who go
out to service in Crawford would not
care to be invited to the homes of the
people in Marble Square church, and
would feel very miserable anil ill at
ease if they should be invited into
any such homes."
"That is what I have often said.
The servant g'ris are in a distinct
I class by themselves. They are the
least educated, the most indifferent
to refining influences, of all the la
boring classes."
"At the same time," Barbara began;
but Mrs. Ward was called out of the
room by some demand of Lewis, who
was still posing more or less as an
invalid although he was able to be
about; and Barbara went on with her
work, conscious that the dragon was,
if anything, bigger and nercer in
some directions every day.
About noon the bell rang, and Bar
bara with a little heightening color
in her face went to the door.
Mr. Morton greete< her as she
opened the door saying: "Happy to
meet you again. Miss Clark. A little
pleasanter and not so hot as last
week."
Barbara returned his greeting by
saying: "Yes, sir," and took his hat,
while he walked immediately into the
sitting-room like a familiar guest.
Mrs. Ward heaid aim from upstairs,
and came down at once, while Bar
bara went into the kitchen.
During the meal Barbara could not
avoid hearing part of the conversa
tion. She iiad always remembered
what her mother had often gaid
about servants telling everything
heard in the family talk and she had
tried since coming to the Ward's to
train herself not to listen to what
was being said, especially at the table
when she was called into stand and
wait at the beginning or during the
different courses.
But to-day in spite of herself she
could not avoid hearing and knowing
a part of the general conversation.
She heard Mr. Ward good-naturedly
asking Mr. Morton how long he ex
pected to live in a hotel at Carlton.
"I'll warrant all the young ladies in
Carlton have given him at least a bar
rel of slippers already," Mr. Ward
said, looking at his wife.
"Will you give me the highest mar
ket price for all the slippers 1 possess
so far?" Mr. Morton asked, with a
smile. Mr. Ward was in the wholesale
boot and shoe business.
"1 don't know. I don't think I want
to load up so heavily on slippers."
"I assure you it would not ruin you,"
Mr. Morton answered lightly.
"I think with Mrs. Ward, though,
that you ought to be getting a home
of your own," Mr. Ward was saying
when Barbara came iu with the des
sert.
"My sister is coming up to Carlton
to keep house for me if I stay there
next year; I don't mind saying that
the hotel is getting rather tiresome."
"If you stay? Why, are you think
ing of leaving?"
"No, but I was hired for a year only."
"Listen to the modest young preach
er!" began Mr. Ward, with a smile.
"Of course, Carlton will want you an
other year. If they don't, come down
to the Marble Square church. There
is a possibility of Dr. Law's leaving
before Christmas, lie is growing old
and his health has failed rapidly of
late."
Mr. Morton said nothing in answer
to this, and when Barbara came in
next time they were all talking of Ihe
college days when Alfred and Morton
were together.
Barbara had eaten her own dinner
and was at work again, clearing off
the dinner dishes, so that, when Mr.
Morton rose in the other room togo,
she heard him exchanging farewells
with tTie Wards and promising to come
down again before long. He went out
into the hall, and after a pause Bar
bara heard him say: "1 don't find my
hat. Possibly Miss Clark hung it up
somewhere."
There appeared to be a search going
on for the missing hat, and Barbara's
face turned very red as she took some
dishes out into the kitchen and on
turning to come back saw the missing
hat on a chair at the end of the table,
where she had absent-mindedly car
ried it on Mr. Morton's arrival.
She recovered herself in a moment,
and, taking up the hat, brought it into
the hall, saying as she confronted the
minister: "1 plead guilty to absent
mindedness, Mr. Morton. I carried
your hat out into the kitchen."
They all had a good laugh at Bar
bara's expense, in which she joined,
and Mr. Morton removed the last of
Barbara's confusion by speaking of
I his own absent-minded moment*.
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1901.
I"The last time I had a lea»on that
ought to cure me," he said, smilinj at
Barbara frankly. "I left my senaon
all neatly written on my desk in my
room at the hotel, and brought with
me into the pulpit several pages of
blank foolscap paper that had been
lying on the desk close by my sern.on.
1 hadn't time togo or send back for
the sermon, and was obliged to preach
without notes except the few I could
make at the time."
"O, well, absent-mindedness is one
of the marks of genius," Mr. Ward re
marked, laughing.
"We will comfort ourselves v/ith
that hope, then, won't we, Miss Clark?
Good-by. Have enjoyed my visit very
much."
Barbara went back to her work,
blushing again over the little incident
as she entered the kitchen, but grate
ful to the young man for the kindly,
off-hand, but thoroughly gentlemanly
manner in which he had treated it. It
was a very little event, so little that it
hardly seems worthy of mention, yet
Barbara found her mind recurring to
it several times during the day. Dur
ing some baking in the afternoon, Carl
was an interested spectator and final
ly prevailed on Barbara to make him a
gingerbread man. When she had cut
it out and put some white dough on it
for eyes, nose and mouth, and coat
buttons, she suddenly remarked alaud,
after Carl and she had both been silent
some time: "lie is a perfect gentle
man, and that is more than can be
said of some college-bred men."
"Is this a college-bred man, Bar
bara?" asked Carl, the terrible. "I
thought it was a gingerbread man.
You said you would make me a ginger
bread man.l don't want a college
bred man."
"This is a gingerbread man," re
plied Barbara, hastily, as she turned
to the oven and opened the door.
"Then who is the other man?" per
sisted Carl.
"O, never mind; I was thinking out
loud."
"It isn't nice to do," remarked Carl,
reflectively.
"I don't think it is, either," Barbara
admitted.
"Then what makes you do it?" in
sisted Carl.
"I won't any more when you are
around," promised Barbara with much
positiveness. The child seemed satis
fied with this statement; but, when
Barbara at last took the gingerbread
man out of tlie oven, Carl suddenly
said: "Let's name him, Barbara."
"All right," said Barbara, pleas
antly.
"You give a name," Carl suggested.
"Well, how about Carl?"
"Xo, I don't like that. Let's call him
—let's call him Mr. Morton."
"Very well," replied Barbara, hur
riedly. "Run right along with it.
Your mamma is calling you, and I
must finish my baking."
"Don't you think he looks like him?"
Carl insisted as he grasped the figure
by the feet, which in the process of
baking had become ridiculously short
and stubby, merginginto the coat tails.
"Xo, I don't think it's a striking re
semblance," said Barbara, laughing.
"Well, I do. I think he looks just
like him. 1 like Mr. Morton, don't
you?" But at that moment Mrs. Ward
called Carl in the tone he always
11K. MORTON GREETED HER.
obeyed, and Barbara did not have to
answer him.
She finished her work in a serious
mood, and in the evening in the little
room over the kitchen she at first sat
down to meditate as her custom some
times was. But, suddenly changing
her mind, she opened her Bible to se«k
out anothei of the passages that re
ferred to the servant or to service, and
after several unsuccessful attempts
to locate a verse that she thought was
in Tliessalonians, she found the pass
age in Kphesians, sixth chapter, fifth
verse.
"Servants, be obedient unto them
that according to the fiesli are your
masters, with fear and trembling, in
singleness of your heart, as unto
Christ; not in the way of eye-service
as men pleasers; but as servants of
Christ, doing the will of God from
the heart; with good will doing serv
ice, as unto the Lord and not unto
men; knowing that whatsoever good
thing each one doeth, the same shall
he receive again from the Lord, wheth
er he be bond or free. And ye, mas
ters, do the same things unto them,
and forbear threatening; knowing
that both their Master and yours is
in Heaven, and there is no respect of
persons with Ilim."
"1 wonder just what those words
mean," Barbara thought. " 'And ye,
masters, do Iho same things unto
them?' Of course, they could not
change places as master and slave.
It must mean a mutual honesty and
justice and Christlikeness in their
relations to one another." &.nd then
she gained great comfort from the
last verse. "And there is no respect
of persons' with Ilim."
"My Father in Heaven," she prayed,
"I have chosen my work, or Thou hast
chosen it for me. Just what its
crosses may be, I do not yet know.
Whatever I shall be called upon to
lose, Thou knowest. But in and
through all, sustain me with this lov
ing thought: "There is no respect of
persons' with Thee, Thou who dost
respect the service of men, and not
their outward station. Sustain me
by Thy name, in Christ's name. Amen."
When Thursday afternoon of that
week came, Barbara remembered her
promise to Mrs. Vane; and, when she
went out, as it was her regular after
noon off, she told Mrs. Ward that she
was going to call on Mrs. Vane.
"You will find her a very interesting
woman. 1 don't know how much she
can do to help your ideas. She is ec
centric. But in any case you will find
her interesting," Mrs. Ward ventured
to say.
"I am sure she is," said Barbara.
"If she asks you to stay to supper
you needn't come back to get ours.
I'll manage somehow." Mrs. Ward
spoke kindly, and Barbara was on the
point of thanking her and accepting
the permission, when she noted Airs.
Ward's pale face and nervous manner.
She had been suffering all the morning
from one of her wretched headaches.
"Thank you," replied Barbara, qui
etly; "but I prefer not to. I'll be back
in time to get supper."
"Do just as you please," Mrs. Ward
replied, but Barbara detected a look
of relief on her tirtd face as she went
out.
ITo Be Continued.]
BISMARCK AND SCHLOEZER.
How tlie I.ntter Outwitted tlie Iron
Chancellor mid Ileeanie Minis
ter to the United States.
F. Max Muller tells a story in his
Autobiography, published by the
Scribners, that has a special interest
for Americans. It is about Karl de
Schloezer, whom he met at Paris and
who afterward was minister to tlia
United States.
"He entered the Prussian diplomat
ic service," writes Prof. Muller, "and
was the protege of the princess of
Prussia, afterward the empress of
Germany. That was enough to make
Bismarck dislike him, and when
Schloezer served as secretary of lega
tion under Bismarck as ambassador
at St. Petersburg, he committed the
outrage of challenging his chief to a
duel. Bismarck declined, nor would
it, according to diplomatic etiquette,
have been possible for him not to de
cline.
"Later on, however, Schloezer was
placed en disponibilite, that is to say,
he was politely dismissed. He had to
pay a kind of farewell <'isit to Bis
marck, who was then omnipotent.
Being asked by Bismarck what he in
tended to do, and whether he could be
of any service to him, Schloezer said
very quietly: 'Yes, your excellency.
I shall take to writing my memoirs,
and you know that I have seen much
in my time which many people will be
interested to learn.'
"Bismarck was quiet for a time,
looking at some papers, and then re
marked, quite unconcernedly:
" 'You would not eare togo to the
United States as minister?'
" 'I am ready togo to-morrow,' re
plied Schloezer, and having carried
his point, having in fact outwitted
Bismarck, he started at once for
Washington.
Bismarck knew that Schloezer could
wield a sharp pen, and there was a
time when he was sensitive to such
pen-pricks. They did not see much of
each other atterward, but, owing to
the protection of the empress,
Schloezer was later accredited as
Prussian envoy to the pope, and died
too soon for his friends in beautiful
Italy.
Ills Aim In Life.
People bother little boys so! All
the tourists to his island home used
to ask this one: "What are you go
ing to be, boy? what are you going to
be?" and the boy impatiently replied
at every interruption of his impor
tant undertakings: "I'm going to be
a sailor and climb the masts."
Last summer he took an ocean
voyage and was very seasick, and the
third day his father asktv.: "What
are you going to be, boy? what are
you going to be?"
"I am not going to be a sailor and
climb the masts," he replied. "I am
going to be a soldier ana shoot can
non."
A big unci} took tlie bey to see a
famous eycloram<, where the smoke
and carnage and realistic dead bodies
in the foreground shattered another
of his ambitions. To the teasing
question: "What are you going to
be, boy? what are you going to be?"
came the answer, in a burst of con
fidence:
"I am not going to be a sailor and
climb the masts. I am not going to
be a soldier and shoot cam.on. I am
going to be a bachelor and marry
mamma!" —Youth's Companion.
A Parliamentary Aneedote.
Three members of the ministerial
front bench the other day had to rush
across to the lobby of the house of
commons to catch the division bell
in a manner that was not perhaps
wholly dignified. But it might have
been worse. Members of the house
of commons have been known to vote
in their shirt-sleeves before now, and
there is a well-remembered ease of a
member who rushed into the lobby
straight from his bath in order to be
in the house before the bell stopped,
lie hiid a blanket round him, it is
true, but his appearance was hardly
in keeping with the majesty of the
parliament, and it is sad to have to
record that the enthusiastic M. Tf.
missed his vote after all!— St. James' j
Gazette.
NEW TROTTING KING
Cresceus Reduces the Mile Record
to Exactly 2:02 1-4.
ll<' l« nn I iinnliily Animal, His and
Rawboned, and Look) Slctpjr
I ntil lulled I'pon to
I* *prt Himself.
A nevr trotting' king was crowned
at, the Brighton Beach racetrack,
August 15, in the presence of 25,000
lovers of that distinctively American
product, the trotting horse. The fate
of the former king had been fore
shadowed three weeks before at
Cleveland, when Cresceus lowered
l'he Abbot's mark of 2:o.'i>4 to 2:02%,
and a week later to 2:02%; but The
Abbot was not formally deposed un
til August 15, when he and Cresceus
met at Brighton, to the discomfiture
of the former. It is true that an un
fortunate break by The Abbot early
in the second heat prematurely de
prived him of an opportunity to re
verse the apparently deeisire verdict
of the first heat, but it was the opin
ion of horsemen generally that as
The Abbot had not had a hard race
before this year he could not win at
all if he did not win at first, and to
win at all lie would have been foreed
to lower his own record, for Cresceus
equaled it when he beat him.
It appears to be true that in Cres
ceus Mr. Keteham owns the most re
markable as well as the fastest trot
ting horse ever bred. The list of this
stallion's achievements are unparal
leled. Not only does lie hold the
world record against time, 2:02%, but
at Brighton he made the best time
for a mile ever trotted in competi
tion, at the same time establishing a
new record for the fastest two heats
ever trotteu in one race. lie had al
ready trotted the fastest mile ever
trotted on a half-mile track, the time
being 2:09%.
Cresceus lacks the fine lines of the
typical trotter. He is a big, raw-
CRESCEUS, 2:02%.
(Ugliest Horse That Has Ever Held a
Great World Record..)
boned, ungainly animal and a sleepy
looking one until he is called upon to
exert himself. Just then, however,
he wakes up, and anything more sug
gestive of the power of an irresistible
machine than Cresceus in action is
difficult to imagine.
Old-timers who saw the record
breakLng race were calculating as to
what chance such a splendid mare as
the late Robert Bonner's Maud S.
would have had with Cresceus had
she been of the latter's generation.
Maud S. made a record of 2:08% to a
high-wheeled sulky, that stood for
six years before Sunol eut it down
half a second. There is no doubt
that the low-wheeled, pneumatic
tired sulky is several seconds faster
than the old-style racing vehicle,
and many horsemen believe that Mr.
Bonner's famous mare was capable of
even faster trotting than she actually
did, although that was fast enough
to keep her the undisputed queen of
the track for six years. While she
was in her prime Maud S. was su
preme, and it is a thousand pities
that her exceptional qualities could
not be perpetuated.
Xo trotting horse ever held so
many speed records as Cresceus, and
he eminently deserves the royal title
ii won at Brighton.
The Heal Head Sen Krnit.
"Dead sea fruit" actually exists, and
not in metaphor only. A recent trav
eler in the Sahara took a photograph
in the desert within a few miles of
the oasis of Biskra, and his picture
shows a group of "dead sea fruit" or
"apples of Sodom," as they are some
times called. The fruit grows upon
the groifnd on a straggling stalk and
is about the size of an orange, golden
colored, with bright green stripes,
the skin being smooth like that of a
melon. It is a strange irony of nature
that the fruit which is so beautiful to
look at should be a deadly poison. It
is interesting to note that the camels
which graze upon the aromatic shrubs
discriminate between them and this
fruit of most tempting appearance.
An Impartial Mother Cow.
William F. Watson, of Portland, Ore.,
lias a kodak picture of a cow suckling
a calf and a pig at the same time. The
pig in question had become somewhat
famous as a stealer of fresh milk,
and so R. A. Campbell, an amateur pro
tograplier, watched for a chance to
take a snap shot at the porker vfhile
in the act. Mr. Campbell drove' the
cow up to where the calf was tied to
a fence, and the pig lost no time in
getting into positioit, though some
what afraid of the calf. As the pig
is only a mere shoat, a pail was set
on the ground for him to rest his fore
feet on while getting his share of the
milk. As soon as the group was in
proper position the picture was taken.
Ilurftlnm I'ne Telephone*.
Burglars find the telephone very use
ful in their business. They ling- up
the residences of people in New Ro
chelle, N. V., and when they find the
residents lire absent they get their
tools and at once make profitabla
calls.
THOMAS J. PHILLIPS.
Democratic Nominee for (iorrrnov
of lowa In a HuxineMM Man of
llljfli Standing.
T. .T. Phillips, of Ottumwa, demo
cratic nomine" of lowa, was born in
Myrtherville, South Wales, February
9, 1841. lie emigrated to America
with his parents in 1848 and settled
in St. Louis. Later he removed to the
coal fields in northern Missouri,
where lie was employed as a miner.
After reaching 1 manhood his em
ployers, recognizing him as a leader
of men and as an expert in the coal
mining business, made him superin
tendent of the works. This position
he held for some years until called
THOMAS J. PHILLIPS.
(Democratic Nominee for Governor of tha
State of lowa.)
to the service of the White Breast
Fuel company as superintendent of
the mines at Cleveland, la., in ISvSO.
From that time his rise in the coal
business has been rapid. He was ad
vanced from one position to another
until he was made general superin
tendent of the company's business,
which position he now holds.
Mr. Phillips was twice elected
mayor of the city of Ottumwa on the
democratic ticket. He succeeded him
self in 1899 and was defeated for a
renomination by the present mayor.
T. J. I'iekler, a democrat. His popu
larity was such that he was urged to
make the race on an independent
ticket, but refused, preferring to
stay by the party. Factional differ
ences contributed to his defeat in the
city convention.
Mayor Phillips ran things on a lib
eral scale, taking the ground that
municipal needs were served the bet
ter in that manner. He knows a
majority of the coal miners in the
state, of whom there is no inconsid
erable number, by name. His stand
ing with them is of the best. He is
known as the friend of the laboring
man and is a public-spirited citizen,
as attested by his action in working
for the erection of the $50,000 Carne
gie free public library as against de
termined opposition among the lead
ers of his own party in Ottumwa.
As a speaker Mr. Phillips lays no
claim to distinction. He is a business
man and lias made a success at it.
He has a charming wife who aida
him in his ambitions.
CATHOLIC ACTIVITY.
Many Churchmen F.ipppt ilie Cnlllng
of Another Plenary Comicil in
the Xear Future.
It is thought to be more than likely
that Cardinal Gibbons will soon an
nounce the date for another plenary
council. Important questions await
action by such body, among them the
CARDINAL GIDEONS.
iPrimate of the Catholic Church In tbs
United States.)
salaries of priests, the relations of sec
ulars and regulars, advanced educa
tion and province divisions. There is,
also, a large matter not capable of
being legislated upon. It is the em
ployment of the church in America as
a base for restoring Catholic prestige
in Europe. The pope has had this
thought in mind more than any other
one ill all of his interviews with Amer
ican archbishops and bishops who have
visited him during the past five years.
He is known to have mentioned it
to Archbishops Corrigan and Ireland
when they last saw him, and, it was on®
of the considerations which brought
Archbishop Keane back if, wo years ago
to labor for the Catholic university.
The church in Cuba and the Philip
pines is not giving the Vatican any
marked concern. Interests there are
small when compared with interests
in Italy and th«? other Latin countries,
especially in France. Whatever Car
dinal Gibbons chooses to give out,
Catholic public opinion expects to see
things in America so shaped during
the next decade as to make Catholic
prosperity here help Catholic interest#
across the Atlantic.
A Floral tVcntli'T Prophet.
The marigold is a little weather
prophet. If the day is going to be fine
the flower opens about five or six
o'clock in t lie morning; but if wet
weather is in store the marigold does
not open at all.