Spain has slowly but surely been forced tj abandon its stand in consid eration of "pride" and "glory." The foreign demand for breadstuff's continues to be heavy, and the sup ply is still equal to the demand. A great country this, and the limit of its resources is not yet approached. Apropos of England's warlike ac tivity it is timely to recall Gladstone's famous reply in the House of Com mons: "No, we are not at war; we are conducting f the room for them that there would be here, observes the New York Tri bune. The increase of pressure and of competition in the "struggle for life" would be enormous. THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. He was a friend toman, and be lived in a houic by the side of tbe road.—Homer. There are hermit souls that live with- I know there are brook gladdened meadows drawn ahead Iu the place of their self-content; And mountains of wearisome height, There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart, That the road passes onto the long after- In a feilowless firmament; noon There are pioneer souls that blaze tbelr And stretches away to the night. paths But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice, Where highways never ran, And weop with the strnugers that moan. But let me live by the side of the road Nor live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend toman. Like a man who dwells alone. I see from my house by the side of the road, Let me live in my house by the side of the By the side of the highway of life. road, The men who pross on with the ardor of Where the race of men go by. hope, They ure good, they are bud, they are weak, The men who are faint with the strife. they are strong. But I turn not away from their smiles nor Wise, foolish. 80 um I. their tears — Then why should I sit in the seorner's seat, Both parts of an Infinite plan. Or burl the cynic's ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the Let me live in my house by the side of the road, road, And be a friend toman. And be a friend toman. —Sam Walter Foss. j A Happu Mistake. \ iwvv vwvvwvvwtwwvwvwtwtSl Day by day I had seen the lines of care deepen round my father's mouth and forehead aud watched my moth er's pale and anxious gaze rest upon him. Night after night did Maude and I lay side by side and spend the hours when sleep, they tell us, lends us beauty iu wondering what trouble was hovering over us. But the knowledge came all too soon. My lather had lent money which he supposed he could call in at any time. The time arrived, but the money was not forthcoming. His health was rapidly failing him, a fact his business anxieties in no way helped, and we soou knew he must 11101 tgage heavily the farm aud that if his health contiuued to fail he might soon be unable even to pay the inter est. Then T.Taude and I began to hold our whispered conversations to better purpose—to decide that we are stroug and young and healthy aud that such gifts were given to us to be made use of. And so it ended iu our sending off a mysterious letter to the old school teacher and waiting aud watch ing days for a reply, which came at last to tell us she had succeeded in finding a situation as governess at a competency which to us seemed wealth. The lady was willing to take anyone ou her recommendation, and either of us, she felt assured, would till the role. So she left it for us to decide —one must go and one must stay. At last Maude said it must be she who would go aud wrote and appointed a day for her coming. The intervening time passed rapidly away in busy preparation, and at last the one Sunday left us rose bright and clear. Muude looked so lovely that morning in her pretty hat, with its long, drooping feather, that I did not wonder the eyes of a stranger iu the chiych wandered persistently to our pew. He was a tall.handsome man,sitting with the Leonards—a name which in our village represented its aristocracy and wealth. There were gentlemen from London visiting there constantly, but their gaze did not often wander from the stylish, elegant Misses Leonard to seek any other attractions. I saw them glauce round ouce or twice, as if to discover what else iu the church could possibly distract at tention iron themselves, and I fear I felt more pride in Maude's beauty than was quite consistent with the sacred place in which we were. My father grew rapidly worse in stead of better, and it was bard work so to word my letters to Maude that she should not know of the skeleton iu our home—the shadow of coming death. Her letters were bright and cheery, aud when at last I told her that our father grew no better she answered she had met Dr. Melrose, who was a relative of the lady whose children she taught, aud asked him togo down aud see father and that she would defray the necessary expenses. I almost gasped when I read the name—Dr. Melrose. His fame had reached even our ears. I wondered how she could have approached him with such a request; but I said noth ing to father of her desire, and oue morning, about a week later, his card was put into my hands. With quick, trembling limbs I has tened down to meet him aud opened the parlor door to find myself face to face with the stranger who, weeks before, had sat in the Leonards' pew. My face grew red and pale as I rec ognized him; but he came forward very quietly and, taking my bauds,said: "Come, we will have a little talk first, and then you shall take me to see your father." Then wheu he left me to visit my father I found myself awaiting bis re turn with a calm assurance that, could mortal aid avail him, he would find it in Dr. Melrose's hea'ing touch. A half-liour 1 assjd before his re turn, and when lie entered the room I knew I might hope. "It is not so bad as I feared," he said. "Time and careful nursing will soon restore him. The latter I shall intrust to yon." Then he gave me his directions so clearly that I could not misunderstand them, aud when he bade me good bye, holding both my hands for a moment in his own, aud said: "You must take care of yourself as well and not give ijie two patients instead of oue," be smiled so kindly that I felt my heart lfeap as I thought: "It's for Maude*s sake he has done this thing. He loves her." So the winter passed. Two or three times the doctor came to relieve the monotony. We looked to him almost aH our deliverer, for father's health and vigor were at last iestored; but when he asked him for his biil he laughingly replied: "That was a private matter with Miss Maude. She is to settle that." My father looked amazed; but I could appreciate the payment he would accept, and imagined their sur prise when he should demand it at their hands. The summer was rapidly approach ing. The time for Maude's home coming was at hand. I had reason to be happy,for Maude was coming to a home over which hung no shadow of debt. The mortgage had been paid. What she had saved should go toward her trousseau when she needed one, for lather had pros pered beyond all expectations. At last I heard the sound of wheels. Nearer and nearer. "I bring you a surprise," she lind written, and by her side sat Dr. Mel rose. I knew it all. Was it not as I pictured,fancied,hoped? I only know that an impulse which sprang from sumo corner of my brain caused mo to turn hastily up the stuirs and, burying my head iu my pillow, sob nloud. "Ellie, darling! Where are you?" questioned a sweet, girlish voice; and I sprang up,ashamed of mv momentary weakness,to find myself clasped in my sister's warm, loving embrace. And, taking me by tbe band,she ran rapidly down into the room where they all sat. Dr. Melrose instantly arose and came forward with his old smile of welcome aud made a movement as though he would already give me a brother's kiss, but remembered in time that his secret was not yet disclosed. The evening parsed rapidly away iu pleasant laugh and jest. Occasion ally 1 intercepted a glance between Maude aud her guest,full of meaning, but no one else seemed to notice it. At last he rose to bid us goal night, and as he held my hand a moment iu his own he whispered: "You have always been the most in defatigable iu pressing my small claim upon you. Tomorrow I will present it to you for payment. May I see you for a few moments in the morning?" "Certainly," I answered; but my voice trembled, and I think had he stayed a moment longer I should have burst into tears. All through that long night I watched my sister, sleeping so peace fully by my side, waging my little war with myself. How natural that he should love her. so young,so lovely! But,ah! why had my heart gone forth nuasked to meet him? At least the secret was all my own -none would suspect it. I had not known it myself until I had see:i them side by side. With,per haps, a shade less color, a little quivering of the lips,but nothiug more,l entered the parlor next morning to greet Dr. Melrose, who stood waiting for me. "I have come, as you know,to claim my payment, Ellie. Can you not guess it?" A momentary struggle with myself, then I answered bravely: "Yes, I know it all. You have my consent, Dr. Melrose, although you take our dearest possession.'^ He looked bewildered,but suddenly seemed to understand, as he said, gravely: "Then you know, Ellie? Since the day I first saw you iu church I have loved you, have cherished as my fond est dream the hope of making you my wife! Darling, you are sure I have your consent?" "But Maude?" I almost gasped. "Maude is only too hnppy iu the hope that I may win you. She is en gaged to a cousin whom she met at Mrs. Marvin's and who is soon coming to claim her. Ho is a splendid fellow and well worthy of her; but I, ah! my darling, can accept no other payment than yourself!" And, iu a wild burst of passionate joy, of marvelous unbelief, I gave it to him, as he sealed it with the first kiss of our betrothal. Cagcil Panther Attncks it Girl. An unusual accident befell a young workwoman on the Boulevard Belle ville, Paris, recently. The girl, who had beeu turned out of her room be cause she could not pay lier rent, was wandering through the streets till she arrived 011 the boulevard, where she crawled for refuge beneath the floor of a menagerie. She drew so near to one of the cages that its occupant, which was a large panther, immediately put its claws through the bars and held her firmly. The girl's set earns aroused the staff of the tueuagerie, who rushod to her rescue. They labored for several min utes to make the panther release its prey, but they did not succeed until a red hot irou bar was used. The poor girl's arm and shoulder were fearfully lacerated, but the phy sicians say she will recover. LOOKING AHEAD THIRTY YEARS. Sequences til 194J of the War Between America antl Spain. Extracts from tbe New York daily papers of 1928: "Tbe reunion of tbe Society of tbe Survivors of tbe Battle of Cavite at Madison Square garden last evening was a most successful occasion from both a social and financial point ol view. Over 7000 men be s were in at tendance, nearly four-Hubs of tbe en tire membership, and tbe accommoda tions of the hall were strained to the utmost. After the banquet addressee were made by a number of tbe promi nent members, and letters of regret were read from the president and tbe governors of New York, Pennsylvania, Porto Rico and Cuba. Among those who addressed tbe meeting were Rev. George Dewey Fitzgibbons, Hon. Dewey Manila Brown. Hon. Cavite G. Jones, Governor Philippine Olympio Green and Vice-President Raleigh Concord Tubb. After the banquet was over dancing was indulged in until a late hour." "Tbe Patriotic Order of the Sons of Cuban Liberty gave an entertainment iu their hall, No. 1074 Bowery,last even ing, tbe receipts of which are togo toward building a monument to the memory of tbe Cubans who lost their lives iu the late war. A fair attend ance was present, and tbe musical numbers were well rendered by Mrs. Santiago Cortez Coogan, Cieufuegos Murphy, Ainphitrite Cook and Matnn zas Johnson. Mr. Habuna O'Dou oghuemade quite a hit with his recita tion of 'When Gomez Marched to Dinner.' Quite a neat little sum was realized." "From Sampson, Ky., comes a dis patch which says that John K. Little jobn.a gunner's mate on the Nashville iu tbe late war with Spain and who claims to have tired the first hostile shot of the war, died in that town on Wednesday. We have no wish to doubt the veracity of tbe Sampson Bugle,but at the same time Mr. Little johu is the 23rd man to die since the war was ended claiming the honor of having tired the first hostile shot. Isn't this rather overdoing it?" "Schley J. O'Brien, 28 years of age, was picked up by Officer Good iu Bleecker street last night in an iutox icated condition. Before Judge Coo- Icy this morning O'Brien claimed that his condition was the result of discuss ing the war with Spain in the Maine saloon yesterday evening with two cronies, Bill Dewey Naughton and Bagley Terror O'Rourke. Judge Coo ley decided that, in view of the cir cumstances, the prisoner was lucky to offend by a mere plain drunk, and Mr. O'Brien was released." "A youth giving his name as Au gustus Cuban Libre Ligbtfoot was ar rested yesterday while acting in a suspicious manner on Broadway. Lightfoot is thought fo be an alias of 'Hot Shot' Smith,a noted sneak thief, who has of late been operating suc cessfully in the neighborhood of Fifth avenue and Thirty-eighth street. The prisoner claims to have been the first child born on Cuban soil of American parents after the capitulation of Ha vana. He is still iu custody."—Lou don Punch. QUAINT AND CURIOUS- South Africa has a telephone system. There are nearly 3000 stitches in a pair of hand-sewn boots. California has a club of left-handed persons with over 2000 members. It has been ascertained that plate glass will make a more durable monu ment the hardest granite. In some of the farming districts of China pigs are harnessed to small wagons and made to draw them. Two British Guiana stamps, dated 1850, and worth originally one penny each, were sold in Berlin not long ago for SoOOO. The old custom of watchmen calling the hour at night is Btill retained in two localities of London, namely, New Inn and Ely Place. It is a remarkable fact that, as a rule, the sewing done by male tailors is neater, tiuer and more uniform thau that done by women. Iu Peru it was once the custom for domestic servants to have two of their upper front teeth extracted. Their abseuce indicated their servitude. The largest woman in the South, Mrs. Mary Magi.pie, colored, died recently at Little Rock, Ark. Her age was thirty, and she weighed 500 pounds. A Walkden, England, mechanic has succeeded iu breaking his legs twenty four times in the last fifty-two years. The Manchester doctors look on him as a marvel. A bill-board before a church in Pais ley, Scotland, contains this announce ment: "Only short sermons delivered here. Excellent music. This is the plaeo to save your soul and be happy. Walk in. A Convict's ltemnrkable Escape. An extraordinary escape from jail was made the other week by a youug man from the Pentonville prison. This prison is one of the great houses of detention for all sorts of crimiuals, and it is situated in the very heart of London, Eng. In some way or other a man got out of his cell, scaled the walls, several of them, aud dropped in safety to the ground. He was at once pursued, as a laborer employed iu the prisou was applyiug for admis sion at the main gate just at the mo ment when the prisoner dropped from tbe outer wall. In five minutes' time at least a hundred persons had taken up the hue and cry; but the convict, who, it seems, can run like a hare and has a marvelous capacity for climbing up walls, manage 1 to evade his pur suers and was soon lost in the maze of streets snrronndiug the prison.— New York Mail and Exrne-s. THE NEW IDEAL. X want no duke or honored earl, No brave and valiant knight; I want a man who will tend the store And the kitchen flres light. I want no daring warrior, Before whose sword men (all; I want a timid little man Who will answer to my call. I wnnt no lordly banker With wealth on land and sea; I wunt a man whose hoardings Shall in my keeping be. I want no handsome, brilliant man Whose glance the heart can hurt; I want a man so ugly That none will with him flirt. I want no man of learning, Of knowledge vast and high; I want a man who knows and feels lie knows much legs tban I. —lndianapolis Journal. HUMOROUS. He—Do you really believe ignor ance is bliss? She —1 don't know. You seem to be happy. "Stubbs has written an essay on 'A Bail Tendency in Modem Litera ture.' " "How egotistical!" Mrs. Enpeck—You acted like a fool when you proposed to me. Enj eck— That wasn't acting, my dear. Persistency is the road to success. The only known exception to this role is a hen sitting on a china egg. Professor (in medical college]— What is the first thing you do in case of a cold? Bright Student—Sneeze, sir! "I hear he refused to take chloro form when he was operated on." "Yes; said he'd rather take it when he paid his bill." "Will you have some of the sugar cured ham?" asked the landlady. "What was it cured of?" asked the new boarder suspiciously. "I say, Floss, what makes that snake tie himself up in a knot?" " 'Cause he wants to remember some thing, and he ain't got any handker chief. " "So that absconding cashier got away by sacrificing his beard, did he?" asked the reporter. "l"es," said the detective. "1 missed him by u close shave." Jack Spratt liked a two-dollar hat, But his wife chose one for ten; They couldn't agree, so Mrs. Spratt she Went home to her mother uguin. He (who lias been hanging fire nil summer) —Are you fond of puppies, Miss Shapley? She (promptly)— What a singular way you have of proposing; Adolphus! Little Georgie—Do you folks ever have family prayers before breakfast? Little Albeit—.No; we have prayers before we goto bed. We ain't afraid in the daytime. Mrs. Nagleigh—l suppose von are satisfied now that you made a mistake wheu you married me. Mr. Nagleigh ll2 made the mistake all right, bnt I'm uot satisfied. Mrs. Putt—l had to get rid of my cook. Mrs. Bye—lndeed? Mrs. Putt Yes; she use l one of my golf sticks for kindling wood, and three of Hen ry's walking sticks right at hand. "If everybody had a sense of humor," says a philosopher, "stupid peojile could not make aliviug." But if everybody had a sense of humpt there would not be any stupid people. Wife —My dear, your table manners are not as they should be lately. \\ ho have you been associating with? Hus baiul—For t e last week, darling, I have been taking lunch with your father. 4 Agitated Young Bridegroom (imme diately alter the ceremony)—Serena, shall—shall I—shall we—shall we kiss? Self-possessed Bride (her third experience)—lt is my usual custom, William. Good Breeding on tlie Scaffold. The Princess of Monaco, on the morning of her execution, about hall an hour before the fatal Kutumoue came, after having tried in vain tc procure a pair of scissors, broke one of the window panes, and, with a fragment of the glass, sawed off her magnificent hair, which she delivered t./ tier contidtn ial friend to be kept for ner children. She then took a pot of rouge, and with the utmost delib eration applied some of it to her cheeks, giving as a reason for this strange conduct that if she happened to have a moment of weakness and grew pale the populace at least should not have the satisfaction of conclud ing that she was a coward. Under similar circumstances Mine. Roland did an equally brave thing. S e was taken to the place of execu tion in company with one mau only, who seemed by no means reconciled to his fate, and, on the contrary, showed symptoms of the most violent fear. When they arrived at the scaf fold Mme. Roland begg d that he should ascend it first, lor she was well convinced that he had not suth cieut courage to witness her execu tion. "Besides,sir," added she, "you certainly have too much g< oil breed ing to refuse the hist request of a lady." Huudreds of such anecdotes may be found, but they are usually in the histories of persoi.ages who are well known rather than in the histo ries of countiies. —Ladies' Home Journal. A MiinHoiialHnd Mystery. Henry Wade, jeweler, has received two gold Venetian coins, vhioh were recently found on the banks of a rher iu The pieces which are about the size of a shilling, appeared to be of great age, and bore inscriptions in Latin. As to how these ancient coins came to such an out-of-the-way part of the world as Maslionulaud is a mystery and offers s field of much speculation. Mr. Wade is making casts, wh.ch he will for ward to expe ts in numismatics at home.—Cape Times