———— ———————————— Uncle Sam has 1416 clerks sixty years old and over. According to present estimates about | 20,000 miles of oable will be laid with- in the next two years, Houston, so the Post announces, is | now the largest city directory giving 6 530. it a population of Mexicans are allowing American ma- chinery to enter that country free, in order to hasten development, It is enormously wealthy, but its wealth is hard to develop. ‘““Not only was the blarney stone at the World's Fair bogus,” laments the New York Mail and Express, ‘‘but the beautiful girl from Kildare in one of the adjoining booths was born in Pitts. burg.’ Lord Rosebery, the new British Pre. micr, once introduced a bill to substi- tute an elective Senate for the House of Lords, He is said to be heartily in favor of removing the veto power of the Lords, Quinine is not used in the United States as extensively as it was ten years ago. In has been reduced fully twenty-five per that time the consumption cent. There is more quinine sold in Louisiana than in any other State in the Union. Bays the Washington Star: It is with difficulty that people generally can be made to realize to-day that the long business ended, Yet that is the welcome fact. For some the news dispatches have contained depression is and demon- strable weeks now each day a lengthening list of manu- facturing establishments that had re- sumed operations. The ereased use of has in. that the decided to impose severe penalties upon all per- CATITIOr-pige Ons degree to such a French Government has sons found keeping them without a license, and to prohibit the importa. tion of foreign born pigeons, even when merely destined for pie pur- poses, the object being to prevent any possible carrying of news with regard to French should there be necessity. military matters, The Uuited States Government owns fi great many miles of longshore tele- graph lines, connecting lighthouses, live-saving stations and other Govern. ment proper*y on the coast. It is usually easy to recognize these Gov. ernment lines by their low poles of rather small iron piping. These poles are planted deep in the sandy beach, the y present little hold to the sea winds, snd, being of small diameter, and thas are seldom blown down. The seeking by precept and example to induce towns with names ending in United States Government is the forms burgh, borough, boro, and burg, to adopt this last form. Burg the burgh, and is the usual promunciation United States of the form most Americans refuse to final ““h,” suffixes, mn sound the These bury, brough, to the Anglo-Saxon verb beorgan and the German bergen, to hide or to sheter. The several suffixes are also related to several an earthwork, and from this came the even of Edinburgh. several and, as well, and barrow, are related Anglo-Saxon forms meaning application of such suffixes to indieste a fortified town. One element of difficulty in bring. ing Spanish-American offenders against the laws to justice in our Territories derived from Mexico isthe ties of race and kinship. of Mexican blood may be protected An atrocious eriminal through years of a lawless career by relatives and family friends who them. selves are eminently respectable and, except where the safety of friends or kindred are concerned, law abiding. This protection is continued after the eriminal has been brought into the courts, in the way of the bribing and packing of juries and in the providing of avenves of escape from prison, Thus for years the murderer and out law Porfirio Trujillo has gone st large, or, when apprehended, has found it easy to escape the crimes, penalty of his Albuquerque, in Eastern Bernalilo and Valencia Counties, where, with a | price on his head, he perpetrates his depredations and outrages with a high and defiant hand. One form of plun- dering with Trujillo and his gang is to go into a flock of sheep and drive off hundreds at a time, or to run off cat tle from the plains ranges, kill them, and sell the meat to inhabitants of the mountain towns. They do not hesitate at murder, either for booty or revenge. in Texas, its new His present headquartercare | in the Manzano Mountains, east of | | A Toronto (Canada) minister says one cause of the present depression is | the rush from the farm to the city, 1} It is proposed that postage stamps | be numbered so that when stolen from | postoffices the rogues may be traced. year, and the trade is increasing. Next, predicts the Chicago Sun, Cali- fornia fruits will be sold in England. Sheriff Rowan Tucker, of Fort Worth, Texas, thinks that the substitution of beer instead of whisky as the common | drink of the State has had a notable effect in diminishing homicides, Rev, Dr. Rainsford, of New York, recently told his congregation to quit to give it to giving away their money indis- to him instead, as he knew how to do the criminate charity, but most good with it, Last the With safety lamps, better machine ry, year 1056 miners were killed in coal mines of Great Britain. greater skill of miners and mine bosses the death list is declining. Hun dreds of Scotch miners are going back to Scotland. John Burns, the Labor the House of } London with a pun purely me mber Oo! Commons, hss delighted English, he re- “Not as the gilded chamber, sir, but as the Correcting another member ferred to the House of Lords, guilty chamber It the Pall Mall zette, W. W. Astor's paper, got a big appears that (ia- scoop on Mr. Gladstone's resignation, having snnounced it exclusively sev- eral weeks ago. Mr, Gladstone was keeping his intention secret, but some one in his confidence betrayed him, and went to the papers offering to sell He before the Pall Mall Gazette, but none the information. went to several creduloas enough, to treachery but Astor. of them were or mean enough, psy him for his A Denver “The Supreme Court of Colorado has de- that Bishop of the Methodist Episcopal Church, must pay $160,000 to Andrew M. Adams, The case dates back over twenty-five Col special says: i 8} : cided Warren, years and contains romance enough to | fill a novel. By the decision the Bis hop must relinquish title to 160 acres of the Denver or pay for it at $1000 an acre. land on eastern boundary of Jishop Warren came into possession Mrs Tif payment of loans upon marrying Lif, widow of a claimed the land in to The latter obtained judgment from the 1870 for £60. 000 for He fell in Washington soon after of the and seems to have lost memory of all rattle king. Adams. Government in cattle run off by Indians the streets of award receiving intelligence the occurrences in Denver. Sixteen years later he met an old friend in Al- buquerque who aroused the sleeping memory of Adams and he began to in- vestigatr, In this case the statute of limitation did not apply onasccount of Adams's long aberration.” Everybody is interested ina love af- fair, admits the New York San, but that of Miss Jack Simonson, of Oberlin, Kan the Morris vs. Simonson rises to the Martin Morris and Mr. , 158 new step in evolution of law. dig- nity of a precedent that will doubtless be bound in ealf and go down genera- or under some Miss Morris and Mr. Simonson were engaged, when Mr. Simonson moved to Oberlin, There he met Miss Florence Gilett, a school teacher, and sought to marry her. Meanwhile his letters to Miss Mcrris grew colder and finally ceased. Mr, Simonson then sought to have conveyed to Miss Morris through his tions as ‘108 Kansas," kindred classification, sister that he no longer loved her, and | Mise | was going to marry Miss Gilett, Morris immediately packed her trunk and, going to Oberlin, proceeded to | get out an injunction restraining Mr, Simonson from marrying Miss Gilett. This bold step on Miss Morris's part all habitable? has half paralyzed the bar of the State. thing before. Miss Morris's lawyers vainly tried to get her to bring a breach of promise suit. That they conld handle, there being numberless precedents. Miss Morris would not | be persuaded. What she wanted was | not damages, but her young man, Not | || Hat oa aE ue Je ing pl have excepting what that girl, Fan, | having read Belzae, she says that if Mr, Simonson ean be restrained from marrying Miss Gilett for a reasons able time, she ean win bim back again. The lawyers of all sorts regard the case as a legal nat, and seem to incline to the opinion that the action in grounded in the common law, and that Miss Morris will get another try, The English eat three million dol- | lars’ worth of American apples every | the number of | y the first house from Nobody ever heard of such a | enough to hang a door or two and | pateh the floor up some. {| use but two rooms, and all but one | window in them are | They've got a rusty old cook-stove, | one or two old chairs, s battered and | patohed-np old bedstead, a little pine LOVE, To kiss the hands that smite, To pray for them that persecute, To hear the voice of blame, Heap undeserved shame, And stili be mute Is this not love? To give for evil good, To learn what sacrifice can teach, To be the scoffer's sport, Nor strive to make retort To angry speech Is this not love? To face the harsh world's harms, To brave its bitterness for years, To be an unthanked slave, And gain at last a grave Unwet by tears Is this not love? ~Busie M. Best, in Philadelphia Ledger. ee — BY J. L. HARBOUR, SLENDER of about Years, black eyes of re- markable bright. nessand a tangled girl mass of shining | black hair falling over her brow from beneath the torn brim of a ragged straw hat, stood at my mother's door one morning in | November and asked : “Can you just lend me a cup of cof. fee and a cup of sugar and flour enough for a bakin’ of bread? I'll pay it all back when I can.” My mother had never seen the girl before. Bhe was untidy in her dress; her shoes were not mates, and they were buttonless and full of holes “What is your name?” my mother asked, “Fan.” **And your other name?” “Tracy, g *““Where do yon live?” “Oh, just a little way down the road, here. 1 believe they call it the old Peters place.” We knew, the place very well. one had lived there for years house, which was in the woods a short distance from the river, had been shabby in its best days, and now was little better than a hovel. Bearcely a pane of glass was whole, and such of the doors as remained were off their hinges. The floors were sunken, and No the plaster was falling from the walls. | The house was unfit for human tation, “Do your parents live there?” mother snaked. “I aint got but one parent —my dad We just come three days ago, and dad habi- my was told he could live in the old Peters | | house rent free, and if he can get work we'll settle here.” “How many wre tHeve of you 7 “Just dad and me and my little | brother Carey ; he's only six, and little for his age." My mother gave the girl the articles for which she asked, whereupon, she said, with a sudden outburst : “Tl tell you, honest mebbe I sha'n’t be able to pay back these things. Dad aint got work yet, and mebbe he won't get anything to do; but if he does and if I ean, I'll pay you back We did not see the girl again for a week, but in that time we learned a little more about the Tracy family. Mrs. Hornby came over to our honse one afternoon to *‘set awhile.” Mrs Hornby was an elderly person of so much leisure that she spent most of her time in “setting awhile” in the that you now, homes of her neighbors; but she had | so much gossip to relate that she was | not, aa a rule, unwelcome, “You've heard about a man named Tracy and his two children moving into the old Peters place, haven't yon, Mis’ Harley?" asked Mrs. Hornby. “Yea,” replied my mother. ““The girl has been up here to borrow some things." “Oh, T reckon so! 1 guess they live mostly on what they can ‘borrow.’ They'd Letter call it begging and be done with it. Have they paid you back 7" “No; but the girl was honest enough to tell me that she couldn't pay me back if her father did not get work here.” “Work!” ejaculated Mrs. Hornby, contemptuonsly. “I guess that all the work that Tracy fellow does won't hurt him much nor do his family any good. He spends most of his time | down to Jim Fifer's saloon near the Ferry. My! I'd lead the way and | earry an ax if the women of this neighborhood would go down there | some night and tear down that saloon to the ground!” “Then the Tracys are so poor be- cause the father is a drinking man?” “Yes; and you may well say poor. I was going by the old Peters place yesterday, and I just thought I'd step | in and see how the shildren were get- | ting along in that old shell.” ‘“Have they made the old place at “Well, the man has exerted himself They don’t boarded up. table and an old red cupboard, and that's ev'ry stick of furniture they has made out of some old boxes. She's a terror, that Fan is!" “One must allow a good deal for her surroundingsand the influence she has jrobubly Veen under all her life,” said my mother, “Well, she needn't be so Raney, anyhow. She just as good as told me that she didn't thank me for coming around, and I going there with the fifteen | with jet- | The | kindest motives! And when T asked her if she didn't have a broom to keep the place cloan with, she had the im- pudence to ask me if I couldn't lend her mine, as I probably had no use for it, or I wouldn't have so much time to at’end to other folks’ door- yards —the saucy thing!” “Did you see the little boy?” “Yes, and he had better manners, He sat back in a corner on & box and kept as quiet as a mouse. Hc's a pale, sickly-looking little fellow, and he wilks a little lame. I've seen him out in the timber picking up sticks to burn, things all over the neighborhood, but I haven't heard of their paying any- thing back.” to cur house and returned the sugar she had borrowed the week before, and asked for some more flour. My mother, who was frying doughnuts, gave Fan three or four of these, in ad- dition to the flour, to her little brother. “Oh, I'm ever Mis’ Harley!" exclaimed, tears in her eo “Carey’ll be pleased! I was trying to make up my | mind to ask {I was carry home to 50 much obliged, Fan eves, way ashamed, Dad don't |searcely anything, but | corn for a farmer, and I hope | he'll have stea ly work for a while.” jut the next evening we heard that “dad'’ had been at Fife all day, and we knew that Fan's hopes had come to At ten | that same evening father, | was preparing to go to bed, {what seemed to him a light, knock on the front door It was adark, cold and stormy night ; the wind blew with force that my father could not be sure that what he heard was a knock st the door. He listened, and when the knock was re peated he opened the door. Fan and | Carey Tracy stood there in the cold, bareheaded and without wraps. They had been ¢ ng, and Carey's lips were quivering still | “Will you let us come in | storm, Mr. Harley,” said bitterness in place 0 go, an wouidn ¢ | place for mysel I'd | into a hay stack or stay in the woods all night; {but I don’t dare to with Carey Ha isn't str ‘qa take earn now Jim rs saloon o'clock as he heard timid nanght my such out of the Fan, with “We've no wk for any CTAW og, and I wish you'd please him in, anyhow.’ “Come in, both of you, father. “Why are you out of the night? Fan hesitated “I'll have to tell 1 truth,” she prese: came home from that about an hour ago : He never would have done it if he hadn't been drinking He isn’t mean to us when he's It's the fault of the saloon that he acts so, and I'll | I'll tear down that saloon to the ground! I just willl” replied my this time sala, an sober “But that would be breaking the | law, and another saloon woald proba- bly be built in its place,” said father. “Perhaps if you spoke to the saloon koepe rit might y “I bave Fan been to him," interrupte i “I've coaxed snd begged him not to let father have drink, but what good did it do? Nota bit She put an arm around Carey pro tectingly, and the little fellow clung to her side My mother re and prepared a bed for Fan and her little brother. The next morning my father went home with them to see if he could not make some appeal to Tracy in behalf of his he Ipless children. The man was sober now and repent. ant. He promised earnestly that this should be the last time that he would drink rum “But he's promised that so many times,” said Fan, wearily, following my father a short distance from the old house. *‘‘He promised it over and over to mother before she died, and { he'd keep his promise if he eould He ean't while there are saloons around But there'll be one less in this neighborhood some day, if this happens again!” It did happen again It happened three days later, but this time Tracy did not at first turn his children out of the house He fell to the floor in a drunken stupor the moment he stumbled across his own threshold, and lay there a helpless, degraded creature, a shame and a sorrow to his | children and to himself Fan had put little Carey to bed be | fore his father came home. sat alone in the dim light of a smold- ering fire in the rusty stove at one end of the room. Her father lay, | breathing heavily, just where he had | fallen when he had stumbled into the { house, and Fan sat or eronched down on floor by the stove and looked at { him, Finally she got up and touched the | sleeping man lightly on the shoulder. | “Father,” sho said. He made no reply, and Fan bent | over him and shook him lightly. “Father,” she said again, ‘don’t you want to go to bed?” He struck at her in the darkness, and sarang suddenly to his feet, raging and cursing. Fan knew what might come. Bhe ran to the bed and dragged Carey from it. His clothes were on a chair by the bed; Fan picked them up and fled from the house with the child | in her arms, a ragged old quilt wrapped around him, She did not stop ranning until Carey's weight compelled her to doso. He clung to ber, frightened and erying. “There, there; don't be afrmd; sister will take care of you,” said Fan, soothingly. She sat down on a fallen log, put on the child's clothes and wrapped the old quilt around him, saying to her- self as she did so: “I'ildo it! I'll do it! I've maid that I wonld and I willl Bat I'll give first, go Jim Fifer fair warning “Where we going now, Fan?" asked ve and tell him to his face.” I've heard of them ‘borrowing’ | However, the next day Fan eame up with | you for one of them, but! he's huasking | Carey, ns Fan fumbled about excitedly, trying to tie one of the little fellow's ragged shoes in the darkness. ‘‘Are we going up to Mr. Harley's again, Fan?’ *“I hate to go up there again Carey.” “But it's raining now, Fan, and we can't stay out here in the woods all night, can we?” ‘“No, not if it rains, Carey ; but we can—1 know where we'll go, Carey!” | she said, with sudden resolution, *‘It's | where we've got the best right to gO} | it's where we've got a perfect right to go; come on.” Bhe sprang suddenly to her feet and { started down the road at such a rapid rate, with the little boy's hand clasped { 80 tightly in hers, that he begged : “Wait, Fan, wait! vou go too fast, and yon hart my hand,” “1 didn’t mean to, Carey. | slower now,” I'll walk In half an hour they came to Jim Fifer's saloon down by the Ferry, The little one-roomed frame bh y dark, and Fan shook her fist navagely toward it as she harried by with Carey ITT was clinging close to her side “T'll do this neighborhood a good service by ridding it of you, I'd do it this minute if I didn't have Carey with me," she gasped, y Jim Fifer lived in a the edge of the timber a she from his salcon in house “They're up,” sai “It's a good tl} ig th My father's hie Iped to pay for th a right to stay in i Bo | two of the fron " m up She rapped lo Fifer opened it with Carey's band in hers “I guess you know us, Jim Fifer,” had elosed the door and was standing with hb it. She stood and she said, when she er back against ked fiercely at pad eve 3 trou- stared at y children } WO don't have to tell » Mr. Tracy's { y n irom vi that we are came home drink awhile : into the cold and 4d it many a time wh him crazy. We's ir whisky RR YO mace im I thought you'd feel places to take us She spoke shining black eves fixed on the thrown protect. little brother, who had his face in her skirts and in fearlessly, with her big, man's face. One arm ingly around her WAS was trem- terror of the led as the cause of bling and erving with ail Before the man could make any re- ply his wife uttered a ery, and ran to him and hid her face on his breast. In a voice broken by sobs she cried out | pitifully : “O James! James! is it true? Does she tell me the truth?” Fifer hung his head in silence, and Fan said in a lower and gentler tone: “It is true, every word of it, Mrs Fifer. We've often turned at night int id and the wet, and ' we go ragged and hung been ont y the ¢ rv because that saloon Ta eried Mrs shame and dis James! James! Fifer, in an agony of tress There had been strange influences at Fifer's heart for two or a slumbering conscience had suddenly been quickened into lif Several things had happened to trouble him. Other cases of distress had come to him, and his young wife had been pleading with him that very evening to forsake the business. He loved her, and be loved his own two little boys sleeping safely in their beds in the next room. He thought of them, and of the dis- grace that he was piling up for their future, as he looked at the two wet, ragged, pale and hungry -looking chil- dren of Jos Tracy His wife was thinking of them, too, for she suddenly cried out in a sharper note of pleading distress: “James, James, think of our two little “James! work in Jim three dave: own i boys je “Il am thinking of them, Martha,” he said. “Then 1 know what you will do, James," she said, He nodded his head two or three times without speaking, and suddenly broke away from his wife's embrace Now she | 20d ran hatless from the house. His wife turned toward the two children, and took little Carey up into her arms, erying over him and kissing | him, Five minutes later a red glow illu- mined the woods down by the Ferry. A sheet of flame shot up among the | trees, making their black and leafless | branches stand out boldly in its light. | The flames rose higher and higher, and Mrs. Fifer and Fan conld see in the brilliant firelight a bareheaded man standing in the road with folded arms looking at the destruction of his casks of liquor, He bed dragged them out into the road and set fire to them, The place at the Ferry was never reopened ns a saloon. In the little building Jim Fifer set up the business of a shoemaker, to which he had been trained, There he prospered, and be- came a respected citizen, My father and weveral others inter- ested themselves particularly in Traoy. There was a little house of two or three rooms on our farm into which they moved. Mrs. Fifer did much for the children. Faute wure still remains of ani ness and honor in r T , An the time came hn an Care were proud to call him father, an when he was all that a father ought to be to his children. -~Youth's Com- panion, A ———— Binoe October 1, 1820, there have a ll — SONG OF THE RED BIRD, When the first faint glow of light | On my window, pale and white, Wakes the thought that night is o'er | When I fain would slumber more | And strange visions iade and glow | As my dreams flit to and fro, Suddenly without I hear Piping clear, but soft and near “Cheer up, cheer up, cheer’ Cheer! Day is coming, day is here’ Merry, merry, morning, merry ! Bleep no more, O do not tarry Light is breaking, cheer, cheer shor ™ Lying there in vain regret That the day owes night a Jebt That the dark is soothing still Though the light will lead and theill Musiug o'er a fading dream, Conning o er some worldly scheme, I hear Sweet and mellow, strong and cheer ® ( Suddenly again Lossy 1 “Cheer up, cheer up, heer’ Love is waiting, love is near Money, money, nay, hot money Makes life happs Work is blessing. cheer | Cheer | Cheer I Records IGAKOS (Ove sunny Charles W, Btevenson, In Chicag I — HUMOR OF THE DAY, The one wh never adelphis A close friend bers of a colle ge PiEta larly partial to pastry? fash wedge, Generally a man can get into ionable society with a gold« New York Woman's sleeves m Journal, ust be hot-tem- pered,as they are nearly always ruffled Florida Times 108 “What de Why, he does evervbody. rida Times-Union. es he do? Br wn " ich hate Texas Siftings The or | 's } giris look Benefits: “Wi me men ’ Young so | are to bisme Ths ¥ -Lafe's Calendar. A man denies himself plonsares whos he is young that he ney to pay ont to the doctors when he 18 old. — Atchison Globe, tif a mistake § pose.” may have suppose that woe f BOTT Be the mon ArT Cranscript Sime—‘“Your father was an old wiasier, mie Yes; did y Ee wasn't he, Jimmie? Jim but emember Bx wion her wife rp. My shi 5 Suffer ng? v, she had We 1. I sho such =» iffering Wh bad col be can't talk.’ Spare Momen “How 14 it 16d much interest in all that Nup & baby tries to “Oh, he's writing dialect story and depends on the baby for ideas.” — Inter -Ocean, Lichtop takes so Hay Stuyvesant “Half the world knows how the half Madison-—*That's what comes of in flats an air shaft Browning, King & Co.'s Monthly. Affable Swell — “Well, the fact my name is not Smithson. You see, I am traveling incog. my ecard.” Fellow Passenger—‘(Glad to hear it. I'm traveling in pickles Here's mine Brooklyn Lif Mother-- “Don’t vou think thata boy of your size could take the tacks ont of this carpet if he wanted to?" Small Son— ‘I guess so. Shall 1 take my sled and go out and see if I can find one who wants to?" —Good News. never other lives.” live without mg 8 r here's Lady— “You say youare a musician. Well, I'll give you a little practice. Just go over to the woodshed and tackle a few chords.” Tramp ‘‘Ex- cuse me, madam, I am a tenor and I fear those chords are too heavy for me. "Philadelphia Record. “I wish some missionaries didn't vary so much,” seid King Kannabile, as he swallowed his portion of the roast, ‘I wish 80, 100," said Queen Kanna. | bile, ‘‘but there are so many brands of | Presbyterians these days it's hard te | tell what to order.” Harlem Life, Man of Fashion {reading a newspa- | per that a village schoolmaster had | shot himself because ho could not pay a debt of fifty marks) “Ridiculous! { Why, if I were to shoot mysell for | every fifty marks that I owe I should be kept at it all the year round !®e Fliogende Blaetter. Mrs. Honeymoon (to bridegroom. in | railway train) —*‘Do you love me?” Old Party (confidentially from the other seat to tho bridegroom) ‘She's asked you that forty-seven times al ready. I get ont here, but I'll leave the score with this gentloman Ly the window," ~Tit- Bits, It Worked Both Ways: Shee “Does the fact that I have mo make any difference to you, dea He ~"‘Of course it does, my own, is such a comfort to know that should die yon would be provided % Sho "But suppose I should Ho ‘Then I would be provided f, «Life's Calendar,
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