18 THE PITTSBURG- DISPATCH, SUNDAY, MAT 29. 1892. k Clyde, and laid Us warm, honest young heart at her feet. And his wish to make her his wife grew stronger each dav. They had been engaged a month, when we find him pleading to her to fix their wedding day, but with a restless sigh Miriam turned away her head, and looked pensively on the wild waters of the nortnern sea. "I shall be forced to go, Miriam, In a quarter of an hour," continued Sir James, looking at his watch; "'there's a big 'at home at the Colonel's this afternoon, and'I shall be obliged to go, as he made me promise, so don't send me away without a word to cheer me." "How many do you want?" answered Miriam, now raising her dark eyes to his lace with a smile. "You know the one I want," he answered, ardently; "the one little word to name the happv da?" Miriam Clyde shook her head coyly. "Not to-day," she said; "and it you are really going to Colonel Herbert's this after noonj I do not think you have any time to spare." The expression of Sir James face changed. "You are always putting me off," he said. "But how can we fix such a serious thing in a hurry?" "If it "wasn't that I had promised the Chief, I would not goat all," answered Sir James, a little impatiently. "And disappoint the Miss Herberts?" smiled Miriam. "You know very well I den't care about disappointing the Miss Herberts. That there's only one girl that I never would dis appoint, though she's always disappointing me." Miriam Clyde gave a little laugh, and looked half shyly, half kindly at Sir James' freckled lace. He was not good-looking, yet he was decidedly not plain. He was tall and stalwart, had a fine figure in fact; and his features, though somewhat irregular, were not unpleasing, and his expression kindlv and sensible. "Well, I suppose I must be off," he said, unwillingly, taking Miriam's hand in his, and looking very tenderly in her face, "and before I go, Miriam, may'l have one kiss?" "No, certainly not," answered Miriam, quickly. "Don't you see the firing party there?" and she "pointed toward the long stretch of yellow sand beyond where they were standing, on which a" company of red coated soldiers were practicing firing at a target "I forgot the firing party." said Sir James. "But they, I dare say, have not forgotten ron," answered Miriam, smiling; "it's Cap lain Escourt's company. They passed me as I was coming down to the sands." "What kind ot fellow is Escourt?" "By no means brilliant, but rather good looking." "Then are you going home now, or going to stav on the sands?" inquired Sir James. "I shall stay out a little longer." "Goodby. then, Mirian goodby, dear Miriam."He pressed her hand as he" spoke, and then unwillingly left her, and Miriam Clyde gave a little restless sigh when she found herself alone. "Poor fellow," she was thinking, and again she turned her dark eyes in dreamy lashion to the sea. She felt sorry for him; sorry for his wasted lore, and her inability to return it. Yet she liked him, and under stood his character well enough to know that he deserved a better fate from her hands. "We can't help these things," she thought with another sigh, and then she began walking slowly, with bent head, along the sands in the direction ot the firing party, who were, however, quite halt's mile distant from her. She kept watching the firing vaguely, and suddenly she saw the soldier who was standing near the target marking, fall. Then Fevcral soldiers from the firing party ran toward the prostrate man. An accident had evidently occurred Miriam Clyde saw at once, and she now also ran forward, and presently met a soldier running in the direction of the village, where the barracks were situated. 'What has happened?" asked Miriam, as the man passed her. 'One of the men has been shot at the target, miss," answered the soldier, salut ing the commandant's daughter; "and I'm going iorthe doctor." - "Make haste, then," said Miriam, and she""Vilso made haste, and presently ran up breathless to the group of soldiers who were standing round the man lying in the sand. Captain Escourt, a slender, good-looking young man, with a weak face, stepped for ward from the group when he saw Miss Clyde approaching. "There's been an accident I am sorry to say, Miss Clyde," he said, addressing Miriam, "perhaps you had better not come any nearer for the poor fellow is bleeding terribly." "But are you not trying to stop the bleeding?" asked Miriam, excitedly. "Is no one trying to stop it?" "I have sent for the doctor," answered Captain Escourt. "But he may bleed to death before the doctor comes," said Miriam; "I know some thing about these things;" and she pushed her way through the group of soldiers, and knelt down by the one who was lying wounded on the sand. "Break my sunshade stick in two pieces," she said hastily to one -of the soldiers, and then from her steel chatelaine she unfastened a pair of scissors, and proceeded at once to cut the wounded soldier's trouser up to the part from which the blood was pouring. He had been shot above the knee, and as soon as she had bared the wound, Miriam drew out her haadkerchief and bound it tightly round the man's leg, above the wound, and then asked for one-half of the stick of her sunshade, which the soldier she had re quested to do so, had already broken. The soldier handed her the stick, which she put between the handkerchief and the limb, and then twisted it round and round, thus tightening the bandage until the blood ceased to flow. "Now hold it firmly as it is," she said to the soldier who had broken the sunshade stick; "and someone give me another hand kerchief." Captain Escourt upon this produced a handkerchief, which Miriam soon bound round the man's leg below the wound, just as she had bound her own handkerchief above it, and then with the otherhalf of the stick she so effectively tightened the band age that the bleeding entirely stopped. "Has any one a flask?" she now asked, glancing round. "He will be all the better lor a little brandy if he can pet it?" Again Captain Escourt came to her assist once and held toward her a silver flask, and with this in her hand Miriam rose from her knees, iftcr directing another soldier to hold the second stick that she had twisted in the bandage in the same manner that the first soldier was doing, and then as she opened the flask she looked into the wounded man's lace, whose eyes were fixed on her own with a. strange, wild look of recognition and fear. And no sooner had Miriam glanced at that pallid countenance than she, too. erew deadly pale and staggered back, while a taint cry escaped her whitening lips. "Miss Clyde! you are not well, this has been too much lor you," said Captain Escourt, taking hold of her arm as if to support her, and Miriam, who a moment belore had been so brave, so quick, clung to him, trembling in every limb. "Lean on me; let me lead you away from this." went on Escourt; "do not look at the poor iellow, he's all right now." But with a wild stare in her eyes, a stare something like a reflection of the wounded man's, Miriam still looked on the white lace lving on the sand; still clung trembling to Giptain Escourt's arm. "Here is the doctor, thank Godl" ex claimed Escourt, a lew moments later, for he really did not know what to do, and the surgeon attached to the regiment was now to be seen approaching, accompanied by the soldier who had been sent lor him. He was a tall, lair, rather good looking young Scotchman this doctor, and as he dreunearhe hrst thought that something must have happened to Miss Clyde, she looked bo deadlv pale. 'What is the matter. Miss Clyde?" he said, going up to her and taking one of her trembling hands. "Nothing," taltered Miriam, with hex clammy lips; "look to him," and she pointed to the wounded soldier. "Miss Clyde has done far too much, Reed," said Captain Escourt; "she has bound up the poor fellow's leg, and it had been too much for her." "She has probably saved his life," mut tered the young doctor. "Come,Miss Clyde, I see Cap fain Escourt has a flask here; let me poar you out a sip, and that will proba bly put you all right" The doctor poured out some of the brandy and Miriam swallowed a little and then again pointed to the wounded man. "Give him some,',' she said, almost in a whisper, and the doctor knelt down on the sand to comply with her request "You have saved his life by your prompt itude and courage," he said, turning round presently to speak to Miriam Clyde, after he had examined the wound; "one of the main arteries is shot' through; the man would have bled to death without immedi ate assistance." Miriam made no answer; the brandy had revived her a little, but still she stood with that strange look of fear on her face; still her eyes were fixed on the wounded sol dier. Presently an ambulance which the doctor had ordered to be brought down from the barracks arrived, and the wounded man was lilted up and placed in it, and carried away by the soldiers; the doctor walking by its side. Then Captain Escourt offered to escort Miriam Clyde home. "Let me see you safely to the village," he said, and Miriam accepted his offer. He gave, the word of command to his company, and then walked behind it with Miriam." "How did it happen?" she asked, as they went "The poor fellow who is called Dare got in the range of the fire somehow or other, but I can scarcely understand it, as he is a good soldier, though he has not joined us long; but some of my men are terribly bad shots." SHE GBEVf DEADLY PALE "Do you think he will get better?" asked Miriam, with quivering lips. "Oh, I dare say he will, though he lost a tremendous lot of blood in a minute or two. It was awfully plucky of you to manage as you did, awfully! I don't understand about these things." "I took some lessons at an ambulance class," answered Miriam, in a low tone. "Well, vou have profited by them. You did it splendidly. You heard the doctor say vou had saved the man's life, for I ex'neet he'll null through. He's a well- built young fellow, and handsome, and ought "to be eternally grateful to you for your goodness. CHAPTER IL THE SOLDIER'S MESSAGE. When Miriam, escorted by Captain Es court, arrived at the whitewashed house in the barracks yard, where her father and mother lived, she parted with Captain Escourt at the door. "I should like to know," she said, as she shook hands with him, "how the poor man goes on." "I'll call and let you know," answered Escourt; "I am going to the hospital now to look after him. Thank you awfully for what you did for one of my poor fellows," and he touched his cap and turned away. Then Miriam went slowly into the house, and walked feebly to her own room upstairs. All her strength and litheness seemed sud denly to have passed away from her, and when she reached her room she sat down and covered her face with her hands. "Oh! this is terrible, terrible," she moaned. "What shall I do what if he were to die!" She was evidently in the deepest perplex ity and distress. Presently she started to her feet, and began pacing the room with restless and uneven footsteps, and as she wandered backward and lorward a rap came to her bedroom door. With an effort she endeavored to compose herself, and said, "come in;" and after having done so the door of the room opened, and the face of her mother's maid appeared. "Oh! Miss Miriam, please," said the maid; "your mamma sent me to tell you that tca'is ready and to ask you to come down." "Very well, I shall be down in a moment or two," answered Miriam, tremulously. "Aud they say, miss," continued the maid, "that one of the soldiers has been killed on the sands. Banks saw them carry ing him up, and ther said he was dead, poor fellow." "No, no," said Miriam, in sudden excite ment and visibla distress; "not dead, surely, Ford not dead!" "Well, that's what Banks said, miss, but it mayn't be true lor all that, and perhaps he might run ronnd to the hospital to ask?" "Yes, send him, and I will wait here until he comes back. Tell him to go as last as he can." Upon this Ford disappeared, and Miriam was left to her own distracting thoughts. She was in a terrible state of anxiety, and wrung her hands together in almost uncon trollable emotion. And for at least ten minutes this went on, and then Ford once more appeared at the room door. "No please, miss, he's not dead," she , said; "Banks saw one of the orderlies, and he sars the poor fellow is still alive, though they "don't expect him to last, but Dr. Reed and another doctor are with him, and they are doing all they can." And with these dismal words ringing in her ears, Miriam a few minutes later went down to her mother's drawing room, trying to assume a composure and courage she did not leel. Mrs. Clyde was sitting before her tea-table drinking tea out of valuable china cup. She was a remarkable looking woman; remark able lor the regularity and beauty ot her features, and for a certain acuteness of ex pression, which told to a keen observer that she was a woman of talent and tact She looked at her daughter and smiled as Miriam entered, and in a moment perceived by the girl's lace that something unusual had occurred. "Have you been in long, my dear?" she askei, pleasantly. "Not very long, mother," answered Miriam. "And did Sir James persuade you to fix the happy day?" she continued, still with her fine dark eyes fixed on her daughter's lace. "He came here shortly alter you went out, aud he seems a very eager lover, and is most anxious to have the time of your wed ding fixed; so I sent him down to you on the' sands, and I suppose you saw him?" "Yes, I saw him," said Miriam with , downcast eyes. "Aud is anything settled?" "No, mother; he wished to be married in a month, but I thought that was too soon." "My dear, is this wise?" "We have been engaged such a short time oh! it is far too soon," said Miriam, with a touch ot impatience in her tone. "Your father and I do not think so, Miriam." "Bat mother" "Listen to me, Miriam. Sir James is a young man, in a good position; a young man whom very many young women would be only too glad to accept You have been fortunate in winning his aflections, and I advise you not to trifle with them." Mrs. Clyde had always brought up her children to obey her, and her "manner to Miriam told you this. It was quiet, but firm, as though she quite expected that her woras would nave due enect ne naa Deen quiet, but firm also, when General Conray proposed to her eldest daughter, Joan, then a beautiful girl of 20; the General being fully SO years her senior, and a friend of her father's. But he was! a wealthy man, high in the service, and Joan Clyde was given very little choice in the matter. Her mother told her it was an excellent match for her, and one that herself and her hus band heartily approved of, and that young girls of course mult be guided by their parents So Joan married the General after shed ding many tears, some in secret, and some in the presence of her firm mother, who, however, gave her no encouragement to indulge in any such weaknesses. And Joan went away with her General, who was firm also, and a rigid disciplinarian at home and abroad; and his young wife was afraid of him, and not over happy it was said, but Mrs. Clyde never allowed this. "Poor Joan is not very strong-minded," she used to say with a smile; "and she needs a guiding hand, and I am glad to see that the General keeps her in order." And one daughter, according to herideas, being so successfully disposed of, she was by no means pleased to hear that Miriam seemed inclined to trifle with her good luck. Mrs. Clyde had never sought to attract men for her daughters, knowing well that her girls were too handsome to need any efforts of that sort But when their wooers came AND FEM. BACKWARD. she expected to to be consulted, and her advice taken, and by her advice Sir James MacKention had been accepted, and she thought Miriam was acting foolishly in hesitating to fix the wedding day. "Did Sir James tell you I approved of an earl v marriage?" she asked. "Yes, mother; but please don't talk of It any more just now such a dreadful thing has happened to-day sinee I saw Sir James. One of the poor soldiers has been shot on the sands." "That'is terribly sad. How did it hap pen?" "Captain Escourt's company were prac ticing firing at a target, and this poor man was marking, and I suppose was accident ally shot" Miriam's voice faltered against her will as she made this explanation, and her mother looked at her somewhat curiously. "You seem quite upset, Miriam, by this accident; did you see it?" "Yes, mother, I saw it, and I believe the poor soldier would have bled to death before Dr. Reed came, for Captain Escourt did not seem to understand wh'at to do, but as I had gained some knowledge from the ambulance classes last year I helped to stop the bleed ing until the doctor came." Again the girl's voice faltered, and Mrs. Clyde noticed this, and that her daughter's oval cheeks were very white. "I am glad you were able to be of some use," she said; "but you look quite pale, my dear, and I tear this has been a little too much. Have a cup of tea, Miriam, and it will revive you." So Miriam drank. the tea, and when she was doing so her mother once more re turned to the subject of fixing the wedding day. '"'When is Sir James coming again?" she said. "He said something abont to-morrow, or the next day," answered Miriam uneasily. "Then I shall see him," said Mrs. Clyde, calmly. "I do not approve of long engage ments, and of course about these things young girls must be guided by the advice of their Barents." She had said almost the very same words to Joan Clyde, when General Conray had been anxious to fix his wedding day, and she had carried her point then, and she meant to carry it now. She was a determined woman, with her quiet manner and her placid smile. And Miriam knew this, and grew a little paler as she sat there drinking her tea. But any further conversation on the point was now interrupted by the soldier-servant Banks opening the room door and announcing "Captain Escount" With a charming smile Mrs. Clyde held out her white and shapely hand to welcome him. "You have just come in time fortea," she said. "But what is this sad accident Miriam has been telling me about. Captain Es court?" "About the poor fellow who was shot on the sands," answered Captain Escourt "It's an awful bad business, but Reed thinks he will pull him through." "Oh! I am so glad. Colonel Clyde would be so distressed if anything serious were to happen to any of the men under his com mand," said Mrs. Clyde graciously. "And he is one of your company, is he not?" "Yes; and a very good soldier, too. It seems it was a blundering fool called Smith who fired the shot that hit him, for Dare was, I believe, not out of his position. If Dare dies, Smith ought to be hanged, in my opinion." "Let us hope that Dare will not die then. Of course the other man will be punished?" "Yes. there will be a court martial held on him; but I called to tell Miss Clyde how. Dare is going on, as she was Kind enough ti wish to hear. You ought to be proud f your daughter, Mrs. Clyde, though I dare say you always are." "And why should I be especially proud of her to-day?" asked Mrs. Clyde, looting smilingly at Miriam s pale lace. "Because she behaved so splendidly, so pluckily. Dare would have been dad by this time if Miss Clyde had not contrived to stop the bleeding, for one of tlie main arteries was shot through, Reed says. But I should not talk thus; you niustforgive me, Miss Clyde, for I am making you quite white." , "I think Miriam is a little upset," said Mrs. Clyde. "But "not at the time; not when she could be of use; she was as brave and as calm as any surgeon could be," answered Captain Escourt i He admired Miriam Clyde, as many other men admired her; admired her grace and beauty, and a certain dignity also in her manner which was unusual in so (young a girl. But Mrs. Clyde, though she was al ways gracious to them, did not encourage the attentions of young officers of, no es pecial means, and the young officers were quite conscious of this tact 1 She was very charming to them, bt" still she made them quite understand that they were to have no intimate friendship with her daughter. Therefore she was p eased when Colonel Clyde, her husband, entered the room and began talking to Captain Es court thus diverting his attention from Miriam. Colonel Clyde was a very tall thin man, with white hair and white mustache and whiskers, and a bronzed, lined face. His wife had much influence over him, for her intellectual powers far exceeded his, though she was quite clever enough to disguise this fact from his knowledge, though everyone else of their acquaintance knew it He was a good soldier, brave, and some what stern, but respected by officers and men alike. He was fond of his children, but like their mother, not very; tender in his manner to them. Here his wife's influ ence came in. She would not allow him to spoil the girls, she said, and Miriam stood a little in awe of her father. Nevertheless when Captain Escourt had repeated his story about the wounded soldier, and told how brave and clevef Miriam had been, the Colonel's face relaxed into a kindly smile, and he laid his hand on her shoulder. "I am glad to hear this, my girl," he said; "glad that a soldier's daughter could be of some little service to a soldier in his need." "I did very little, father," answered Miriam. "But the very little did some good it seems," -continued Colonel Clyde. "I must go and see the poor fellow by and by; thank you for coming to tell me about it, Escourt" At this moment the drawing room door again opened, and the soldier servant an nounced "Dr. Reed." "Ab, Reed," said the Colonel, extending his hand: "and how is your poor patient getting on? I mean the man who has been shot at the target on the sands." "I hope fairly well, sir," answered the young doctor, and as he did so he glanced as if unconsciously at Miriam, who stood listening to his words with eager eyes and a fast-beating heart "He's very low, for he's lost a tremendous lot of blood, and but for Miss Clyde here he would have been a dead man by this time. Your daughter, sir, behaved" splendidlv, if she will alloir me to say so." "I am glad she was of some little help," said the Colonel. "But, doctor, won't you have some tea?" Dr. Reed accepted this invitation, and Mrs. Clyde poured it out for him. and then rose from the table and began talking to her husband and Captain Escourt, and- tor a moment Dr. Reed had an opportunity of speaking a few words in a low tone to Miriam, who was sitting near the tea table. "X have something for you; something very strange," he said. In a moment Miriam's face had Unshed crimson, and then as quickly grew deadly pale. "I don't want the others to hear," con tinued Dr. Reedj "best not; in fact the man asked me not to let anyone see the few w ords he has written in pencil to you. How can I give them to you unobserved?" "You mean the man who was shot?" asked Miriam with clammy, faltering lips. "Yes," answered the doctor, "he is con scious now, and as soon as he became so he asked for paper and a pencil, and begged me to carryVhat he has written to you. I hope you do not consider it a liberty, but the poor.fellow was so terribly in earnest." "Oh! no, no," said the poor girl, in terri ble distress, with her frightened eyes fixed on her mother, whose back was turned to ner. "Shall I slin the note into that book lying there?" asked the doctor, who saw there was some secret about the wounded Soldier that Miss Clyde evidently knew. "Yes."halt whispered Miriam, and as she spoke Dr. Reed rose, and helped himself to sugar with affected carelessness, and at the same time slid a small envelope between the leaves of the book he had indicated. "Do you like this book?" he said, hand ing it to Miriam, who eagerly clutched the volume in her trembling hand. "I do, Dr. Reed," said Mrs. Clyde, turn ing round; "it is interesting with a certain amount of dramatic power," and she put out her hand as though to take the book from Miriam. But with a sudden gesture almost of des pair Miriam grasped it closer, and then without a word rose, and hnrriedlv left the room, while her mother's eyes followed her in grave surprise. "This affair on the sands seems to have quite upset my daughter," she said, a mo ment later, speaking to Dr. Reed. "That is only natural," he answered; "many young ladies can't bear the" sight of blood," but there is no doubt Miss Clyde behaved -splendidly." In the meanwhile Miriam had breathlessly reached, her own room, and locked the door behind her, and then with trembling fingers opened the book containing the note the doctor had placed there. It was enclosed in an envelope, which she also tore open, and then read with starting eyes the few feebly written penciled words it contained, xney were very Uriel : "For God's sake.keep my secret" This was the message lrom the wounded soldier to Miriam Clyde. (To be Continued next Sunday.) EMPRESS FREDERICK'S CHARITIES. The Only Woman of Bank Who Is Thor oughly Practical In Her Work. It has been affirmed, and certainly with little of that adulation common in speak ing of royal personages, that the Empress Frederick of Germany is one of the most distinguished women of Europe on account of her true humanity, her liberal-minded-ness and large-heartcdness. Ruskin has said that the words rex and regina properly understood, as applying to the kingly iunction, mean right-doers, those who direct and teach, as well as feed and Emprest Frederick. clothe. The Empress Frederick and her lamented husband, whose premature death was a loss of incalculable measure to Ger many, ever strove to live up to this high ideal. The Empress Frederick is the only royal lady who really initiates works of benevo lence and labors like any common mortal to put them into good working order and to further their prosperity. Most royal peo ple are content to dispense smiles, subscrip tions of more or less value, to lend the prestige of their name and to preside at oc casional meetings, or to visit the various institutions founded under their patronage at stated limes carefully fixed beforehand, so that naturally everything is in apple-pie order whenever they come, whatever jnay be the case at other times. Not so the Em press Frederick. Whatever she undertakes to do she does with all her strength and all her might, and, active and energetic like her imperial son,' she too cames swooping down on the institutions under her charge at unsuspected hours and times, and keeps vigilant surveillance over their doings. Sultaxa Awirisos, new and very brilliant at Mamaux & Bon's, 639 Fenn avenue. Thau Jf fitxnBinlllwm m IIiSlEwSV MAKING MONEY WORK. Advice of Famous Rich Men as to the Investment of Savings CLEVELAND SAYS REAL ESTATE. Carnegie Quotes Statistics and Clews Likes Stocks. Henry J. PIERFOXT U0RGAN ON PATIENCE All rich men agres that it is easier to make money than to keep it. It is not what a man makes, but what he saves and invests to advantage, that causes him to become rich. The most puzzling question that con fronts a young man who has begun to save money and to get a little ahead in the world is what to do with it. He does not want to follow the example ot the bad servant in the parable, who "went and digged in the earth and hid his lord's money." He does not wish to hoard up his savings in a bureau drawer nor in an old stocking. On the con trary, he desires to invest his five talents, or dollars, in something which will make them breed five more in the shortest possi ble space of time consistent with good security. Desiring to obtain the best possible ans wer to the question, "What is the best way to invest money?" a young friend of The Dispatch recently addressed a letter ol inquiry on this subject to several of the most famous rich men of our time. In the hope of benefiting other young men desirous of investing their savings to the best ad vantage, he has kindly permitted the pub lication of some of the replies he has re ceived, as follows: Henry Clews Say Stock! and Bonds. Henry Clews, the millionaire banker and broker of Wall street, naturally favors investing money in personal property, he having acqnired his large fortune by dealing.in securities. "My answer to your question, he writes, "would be that there is no better invest ment for money than gilt-edged stocks and bonds. Some of the wealthiest and shrewd est men the world has ever known have pre ferred this form of investment, and some of the most colossal fortunes ot which we have any knowledge consist almost wholly of such securities. Notable cases in point are the Vanderbits, Rothschilds and Baron Hirsch. "Such an investment of money has several advantages overinvestitments in real estate. First of all, securities are always readily marketable. They can be turned into cash at anytime. For real estate, on the contrary, it is often difficult to find an immediate pur chaser, and if forced on the market to effect a quick sale it must generally be sold at less than its real value. Then again, real estate is a constant care. There are also taxes and water rents to be paid and repairs to be mad con stantly. Great trouble may be experienced with tenants who are constantly defaulting in tneir rent, and who finally move out be tween two days to parts unknown, leaving the real estate owner to mourn man's in humanity to man. Then real estate is sub ject to the risk of fire. True, that may be guarded against by insurance, but insurance is only another tax on the property and is an additional care and trouble, as well as expense, to the real estate owner. Bad tenants mav not only evade the payment of rent but they may depreciate the value of the property by defacing it or by putting it to an improper use and giving it a bad repu tation. "The investor in gilt-edged securities has none ot these annoyances to contend with. In many of our States personal property of this kind is not taxed at all, and where it is, the tax is generally paid by the cor porations Issuing the. securities. Stocks and bonds require n repairs and pay no water rents. There is no difficulty in col lecting the income from those that pay in-terest-or dividends. They do not have to be insured against fire. But when Vou buy be sure that you get the best. Be sure, also, that you buy at the right time. Fi nancial panics occur periodically and at such times the very best securities feel the efiect of the general depression and decline in price. Then is the time to purchase." The Opinion of J. Pierpont Morgan. J. Pierpont Morgan, of Drexel, Morgan & Co., is one of the most widely known of American bankers. He learned the busi ness with the great millionaire philan thropist, the late George Peabody, whose partner he ultimately became. Of late years he has devoted his energies largely to the reorganization of crippled railroads, and in that line of effort has proven him self a financial physician of great skill, re storing to sound health many a thoroughly disabled corporation. His views on the subject of investment are appended. "For the young man about to invest what money he has been able to save, the most important thing to remember is that no matter in what he- invests he most have patience to await the fullness of time and the accomplishment of the purpose of his investment, whatever that purpose may be. If you buy a stock or a bond lata time of financial depression- for a low price, believ ing that it will soon greatly advance, do not grow weary after a few weeks or even months of waiting, and sell out before the anticinated rise has come. If you invest in a piece of real estate,-feeling sure that it is destined to grow mbre valuable and panics should come and cause it to decline in price, do not become disgusted and think to yourself, 'oh, well, I was foolish. It will never be worth any more than it is 'now. Let it go.' On the contrary, have patience to await the fullness of time and accomplishment of your original purpose. "Again, in investing money always bear in mind that famous saying of thelron Duke of Wellington, 'Good interest means bad security.' Do not be tempted by the promise of large interest to risk your savings in hazardous ventures. Remember that a very low rate of interest with good security lor the principal is better than a far higher rate where the security is doubtful. It is always better to make a littleure money then to take great risks on the chance of making big money. Remember .that all things, come to him who waits, and that 'Wait and Win' is a good motto." Grover Cleveland Likes Ileal Estate. Hon. Grover Cleveland, who has once been President of these United States, and who may be again, is an advocate of invest ing money in real estate, as might very naturally be expected of one who by his' shrewd purchase of'his estate at Oak View, AN' INTERESTING r (J vtOWlub u .l-v C "ll" . PIPE 'rVA: B 3 "ft fl H B K it fuel- BOILER U o-KSfl '.'!y'y'!'li"'ll'ffgr V JNS "puL jwre.s Heater jjwtTSR I FUEL. The above illustration shows an interior view ot Baker's sub-marine boat The. three tiers in the forward end ore the storage battery cells. The torpedo is shown just above them. The vessel is 40 feet long, 9 feet wide, 14 feet deep, ami, with machinery.and bal-. last, weighs 75 tons. When hermetically sealed'it contains 1,500 cubic feet of air. The power ot the.storage battery is equal to that of 50 horses, and the craft is designed to make from seven to eight miles an hour in any depth of water. "The shell is made of oak. Mr. Baker has made two successful tests in the channel of the Detroit river. The main, purpose of the boat is for torpedo service. near Washington, cleared over $ 100,000. He speaks for himself as follows: "In reply to your letter I would say that I think real estate, which is likely to increase in value, the best possible investment that you can make of whatever you are able to save. However small your means, you will be able to purchase some small piece of property with a building improvement on it, lor which you can obtain rent You can pay whatever money you have and can give your note for.the remainder, securing them by a mortgage Have these notes fall due at short intervals, so tha.t you may pay what you can on them, and renew them for smaller amounts from time to time, in case you are not able to pay them off in lull as they mature. Devote to paying of Ihese notes all that you are able to save from your salary or the profits of your busi ness, and also whatever surplus is left from the income of the property you have pur chased after paying the taxes and insurance. By faithfully following out this policy you will soon have your propertv paid for. If it is in a locality that will improve, it will increase in value. While waiting for it to do so you can keep on saving, and can again invest your savings in another piece of property as you did in the former one, and thus in a comparatively very short time you can have a very considerable invest ment" Hon. K. ti. Alger Would Purchase Lind. Hon. Russell A. Alger, Michigan's fa vorite son, has acquired his large fortune to a great extent through the rise in value of timber lands, and consequently favors sim ilar investments, as will he seen below: "There is no better investment for money than in land which can be purchased cheap ly and eventually sold at a higher price. Old Meyer Rothschild, the founder of the great house of Rothschild, was once asked by a young man what he must do to become rich. "Well," said old Meyer shrugging his shoulders, "I buys chean and "sells dear." That is the whole philosophy of the thing in a nutshell. If a young man buys land at a bargain his principle is secure. No ope can steal it from him. He has nothing to fear from the dishonesty of bank presidents or cashiers. If he has thorough! v satisfied himself, before investing, that his purchase is destined to increase in value, and his judgment is correct, he will event uallybe able to sell for a sum more than sufficient to pay a large rate of interest on the money invested. Real estate of any kind is the most tangible, permanent and least Hazardous of all lorms ol investment What Senator Leland Stanford Thinks. Hon. Leland Stanford, United States Senator from California, and a Presidental possibility, sends the following: "In considering the best way for a young man to invest his money mnch depends on the circumstances and surroundings of each individual case. The great end to be attained in any investment is to secure the highest possible rate of interest consistent with perfect security. This may often be accom plished by loaning money either on good collateral or on mortgage "upon real estate. Nothing grows faster than interest money which is saved and put at interest in its turn. Money at interest works for you all the time, day and night, in wet weather and dry, Sundays and holidays. It stops not to rest It never takes a day off to go to a picnic, nor does it ever 'step out for s minute' to take a drink with a friend. It just goes on working for its owner all the time without a moment's cessation. There fore; let a young man with money to invest get it out at interest with good security as soon as possible." Andrew Carnegie Says Beat Estite. Andrew Carnegie, the wealthy iron mas ter, thus closes this interesting symposium: "Statisticians tell us that in many of' our large cities within the past fifty years nearly all improved real estate has paid taxes and interest and quadrupled in value, while 90 per cent of merchants and traders have failed, and SO per cent of all business corpo rations have done likewise or gone out of business, so that their stock has been wiped out. In view of these tacts there can be no question that good real estate is the very safest and best ot all investments for sav ing, and the one of all others most likely to increase in value." PUZZLING JOHH BULL. A. Little Contrivance That Threatens to Klval Pies in Clover. John Bull's proverbial phlegma and all-the-year-around lassitude has been aroused to almost fever heat 'by a puzzle compared to which our discarded "Pig in the Poke" affair was tame indeed. The new puzzle consists of a glass-covered box, on the bot tom of which is painted the red-nosed physi ognomy of a sot A hole in the bottom of the box forms the mouth of this grim-look- Have One With Met ing personage. The box contains also a tiny bottle, and the trick is to bring the mouth of the bottle into the facial cavity of the man, as shown by the second cut It is by no means easy to do this. A pretty sure way to accomplish it is to throw the bottle against the glass top at the side of the box, and then incline the box quickly the other way. It has created quite a stir, and is cer tainly proving a success. IN FAVOR OP THE BICYCLE. Fores Expended In Driving n Bicycle Com pared it 1th That Exerted In Walking. Feanon's Weekly. Comparisons based on the length of the stride in walking and the portion of the cir cumference of the wheel revolved by one stroke of the pedal are not very reliable, as they vary with almost every make of ma chine. The shortest way of arriving at the ap proximate truth is to compare the amount of work actually accomplished in a given time by each method of progression. This has been pretty accurately done, and it was found that, while a smart walker in good training can walk five miles in an hour, up and down hill, the same man on a bicycle can cover 15 miles in the same time with out incurring more fatigue. Of course the same man doing his best at both exercises can only exert a given amount of force jn the given time. The only difference is in the application of the force, and that is here as about three to one in favor of the bicycle. SUBMARINE BOAT. Jggj02S, S3( THE PILGRIMS rWBITTEN TOE TOT DISWLTCH.i Nearly every day the cables report fresh outbreaks of the cholera. Some few cases have occured in France, but they are iso lated, while in India, that hotbed of this terrible plague, we hear of entire districts being depopulated bv its ravages. This year the chief starting point of the cholera has been the town of Hurdwar, a most interesting place in Hindoostan, though little known in the Western world. Regu larly every year about this time it is the Mecca of a vast Brahmin pilgrimage. That business may be combined with pleasure many merchants visit the place With outfits of ware of all kinds ana an immense fair is continued during the same period in which hundreds of thousands visit the place. Every twelfth year the pilgrimage as sumes an extraordinary importance on ac count of the belief that the spiritual advan tages are much greater in those years marked astronomically by the entrance of Jupiter into Aqnarius or the sun into Aries. On these occasions the attendance swells to 2,000,000 or 3,000,000 persons. Etsy Victims of DUtaie. As the town is really capable of provid ing for a mere 3,000 or 4,000 guests, the balance are compelled to encamp in the open air, on the immense swampy flats sur rounding the town. There, mixed in tre mendous confusion, are to be found thous ands of Sikh pilgrims, usually entire fam ilies, Arab and Persian horse dealers and merchants from all parts of the Indian Em pire, some with bears, others wit& leopards, tigers, deer of all kinds, monkeys, Persian THE ItOAD greyhounds, oats of all kinds and rare birds. In lact, all sorts of the richest and rarest productions of the East are brought to Hurdwar. But, although the merchants and dealers in various wares number many thousands, the greater part of the throng is composed of pilgrims. Some are of the hieher caste, shining in garments made of cloth of gold and surronded by many followers, some half naked or barbarously ill-clad; here and there are native priests, soldiers and re ligions fanatics, half beggar and half bandit, and everywhere are mendicants, fakirs and beggars of all descriptions, many of them being from filth, distortion or nakedness the most disgusting objects imaginable. Amid such a congregation of half-starved, naked, dirty, maimed and already moribund people it is not difficult lor deadly disease to gain a foothold. The Shrine a Veritable Pandora's Box. The greatest wonder is that cholera or an equally dread epidemic should not result from these fairs every year. As it i3, this is not the first time that Hurdwar's annual fair has been the spring aud center of a plague that has destroyed thousands of lives. Often in thepast have the roads been jammed with pilgrims and tourists fleeing lrom some fearful disease generated among the faithful multitude wjiich had gathered around the town to sell goods and worship "Vishnu between whiles. However, if one does not fear contagion, there is hardly a more interesting plac; in the world than Hurdwar at this time. A.visit to the place is all the more interest ing, from the taet that so lew persons from western countries go there. It is true that nt a year a year goes by that some Euro pean "or American does not journey to Hurdwar, but the majority of these have made their stay short, becaue they find, I suppose, such poor accommodations. The consequence is that the impression they have ieceived of Hurdwar and its fair is as much lacking in detail as a snap-shot photo taken on a dark day. Route tlio rilgrlms Take. When the northward bound traveler on the Otidh and Rohilkhand Railway in up per Hindooilan has left famed Lucknow about 100 miles behind, he reaches the town of Slubjahanpur, a half-ruined place, whose chief possessions, are an old castle and a half dozen stately mosque. At Shanjahanpur commences the route by which it is usual for pilgrims or tourists to penetrate the beautiful valley of the Deyrah Diioon to Hurdwar, or the more distant' recesses of tho Himalayas and the sources of the rivers Junma and Ganges. It is not absolutely necessary that the trav eler should leave the railroad at this point, but, if a visit to the town of the great an nual fair or a tour of that tremendous range of mountains forming the northern bound ary of India it contemplated, this is the place to begin it Leaving Shahjahanpur, the road almost immediately enters Keeree Pass, surely the portal to one of the fairest regions on this earth. Before entering this pass the view of the distant mountains is faint aud indef inite, but as seen from Keeree the range re solves itself into valleys and slopes, rising tier above tier until "lost amid the clouds that forever hang about the summits of this giant of mountain chains. ' A PIctareiqae Road to Trstvet Sometimes' the rays of the sun break through the clouds and for an instant ortwo the rocky crags reflect back alternate tints ot silver and gold and then the clouds close up again, hiding the secrets of this mys terious land. As lor the road by which the tourist must travel, it is wild enough, even so close to the town. The foothills of the main range which skirt the road on all sides are luxuriantly clothed with the richest of foliage, such as can only be found in the Indian jungles. Prominent among the various species of plant life is the acknowl edged monarch ot the creepers, scandent , AT HURDWAR. banhinia. It is readily recognized by its striking foliage and superb blossoms, the scent of which fills the air with heavy but pleasing perfume. In the dense woods hide myriads of par tridges, peacocks, monkeys and all sorts of wild life peculiar to the country. Even the tiger is by no means uncommon. But the famous man-eater is not likely to bother the traveler, as the roads are crowded with pilgrims on the way to and from Hurdwar. A seemingly endless throng thev appear. Some on foot and others in all sorts of vehicles, or mounted on camels, elephants, horses or bullocks. Vlrtne of the Water of the Ganges. There are two halting places in the KTeeree Pass, one, the MoKun Chokee, at the entrance; the other, the Shoupore Chokee, within the pass, from which the road proceeds directly to Hurdwar, or more correctly Hari-dwar, which translated into English neans "The Gate of Vishnu." The town is situated at the base of a mountain, on a piece of land which was once covered by forest Nearby the great Ganges bursts from the mountain side and Hows in a broad stream across the plain. Into it the faith ful Brahmin plunges, confident that the pure waters will restore his failing health, and give him blessed immortality. Happy he who commits suicide in these waters; a heavenly future is surely his. As a result the lovely stream is often filled with dead bodies, a fruitlul cause of disease. It is to this point that the majority of the pilgrims come that they may fill their jars with the pure, sacred water and con vey it home. Often messengers in the pay of rich persons come lrom remote parts for the water. The pots are carried in a frame work decorated with flowers and hanging from bamboos which the natives carry on their shoulders. These water-carriers en- TO HTJKDWAR. joy immunitv from all attacks except from the thugs, who consider it an act ot duty to Bhowanne, the goddess of destruction, to murder anyone. The Town Iin't Very Pretentions. Hurdwar is a small place, but it contains a number of imposing "structures. There is bnt one street of consequence, running Jiarallel to the stream and composed of fine louses, belonging to rich merchants and Brahmins lrom all parts of India. Tho town is so situated that the foundations of some of the finest buildings are laid in the bed of the river. A strange sight to the tourist are the troops of monkeys which cover the roofs of the houses. During the fair the half-snbmerged plains surrounding nurdwar arc covered with large tents of different kinds, but for the richer pilgrims, who have no permanent stopping place,huts of thatch and grass mats on a bamboo frame are made and then covered with flowers, the whole forming a unique and rather attrac tive structure. As may be surmised tho noise is something deafening. As each new arrival or departing pilgrim passes by ho calls "Mahadeo Bol," which is in turn caught up by the occupants of the huts and repeated on all sides, until the air resounds with a continuous roar of "Bol Boh" As soon as the pilgrim reaches the town he is bound to press onward to the river. Crashed to Death In the Street In former years the throng rushing through the principal street, especially at the timp when ablution at the ghat or bath was considered most efficacious was often so great that many lives were lost On one occasion no less than 700 fell victims to the crush in the main street of Hurdwar. The road has been widened, however, and there is not so much danger as formerly. When night falls the scene is'most beau tiful. The town, pagodas, bowers and tents are all ablaze with lights, varied by occa sional bursts of fin-works. There is an other town nearby, Kunkul, but it might as well not be there so far 03 accommodating the Hudwar overflow is concerned. Under, the cirenmstances is it surprising that this fair region should be poisoned by disease? The filthy, half-starved, sickly pilgrim who is compelled to eat raw and often rotten rice in lieu of better food and encamp in the middle of a swamp is a prima subject for contagion of any kind. The wonder is that Hudwar is not permanently cholera stricken. W. G. Kaufmass. THE DEED WAS HOT MADE. A Prophet, Who Had Arranged for tho End of ihe World, Cornered. A prophet, who has arranged for the dis appearance of the earth from the solar sys tem on April 11, 1901, says' Fcarion'i Wieklij, was lecturing on the arrangements which have been made to insure the success of the catastrophe. A listener suddenly asked whether the soothsayer wa3 prepared to hand over all his property to a charity on the date mentioned. "But," said the prophet, "nobody would be living to benefit by any money." "Never mind that,"" replied the skeptic; "in case any poor did survive your property may be uselul, and I and anothergentleman would be glad to act as trustees. So make qjit the deed." The deed was not made out San Francisco to New York. J. Edwin Stone, the pedestrian now ea route from San Francisco to New York, wrote from Logan, la, on his arrival there: "Sines I hav been on my walk across the continent I have suffered greatly lrom diar rhoea through change of water. I was in duced to try Chamberlain's Colic, Cholera and DiarrhojaRemedy, and say with pleas ure that it is an article of merit and ha done all for me that it was represented to do." Every traveler and every family should be provided with a bottle of this remedy. 25 and 60 cent bottles for sale by druggists. vsu " ....i a-" rifniifiiiifiiiiiIlim,,iriii
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