Mem who danced with the Queen
bid fair to rival In multitude the
nurses of George Washington.
3efore Count Zeppelin makes a suc
cess of his aerial ship he will have
to remodel it. He now confesses that
he cannot make it fly.
Since Spain lost her colonies she
has turned her attention to sugar beet
culture, thus her home industries have
been beneflted by her losses abroad.
The muster roll of one of the com
panies of Concord Minute Men, once
offered to the town of Concord for $25,
was sold in Boston the other day for
10 times that amount.
The popularity of Earl Roberts is
likely to restore the goatee to favor
on masculine chins in England. It
fell Into disuse after cavalier days and
stayed out until Louis Napoleon re
turned it to vogue.
The Adirondack guides have struck
against the danger of the modern
small bore rifle in the woods. This
weapon sends bullets far beyond neces
sary range, and should be barred from
the forest, where it is likely to kill
people who are out of sight.
Professor Lee, the well-known as
tronomer, seems not to put much faith
in the sun, as he has calculated that
in the next 3,000,000 years it will
freeze to death. This is sad, if true,
but there should be some interesting
American to invent something, if only
another sun, with which to avert the
calamity.
English girls are growing so tall,
thanks to athletics and an outdoor life
generally, that Lady Violet Greville
expresses alarm for the future of the
sex if they continue ta increase in
stature. Even now they dominate the
men in height to such an extent that
they are correspondingly diminishing
their matrimonial chances.
The habit of considering the Mor
mon church as essentially an estab
lishment of Utah in the far west is
rudely broken by news of 1000 con
verts reported to the conference of
the southern states within the past
year. This conference covers Ohio,
Kentucky, Virginia, the Carolinas,
Georgia, Florida. Alabama, Mississippi
and Louisiana.
The Rev. S. Baring-Gould (who
among other interesting things wrote
the "Onward, Christian Soldier!"
hymn which Sullivan set to music) is
credited with being the most prolific
of English authors, the British Mu
seum showing 140 titles in its cata
logue under his name. Andrew Lang
comes next with 130 and Dr. Furnivall,
who won a boat race at 75, is third
with 120.
It is noticed in England that pen
manship is rapidly deteriorating, even
among clerks who have ample leisure
and opportunity for good work with
the pen. One of the busiest of Ameri
cans, Thomas A. Edison, writes rapid
ly in a hand that is described as "like
copper-plate, every curve fully formed
and distinct." This expertness is a sur
vival of the inventor's early experi
ence as a telegraph operator.
According to a recent writer on
"Municipal Baths in England and the
United States," out of 304 towns in
England and Wales one-third maintain
one or more of these establishments.
Of these 45 have a population less
than 40.000. The loans sanctioned for
the purpose in the last 12 years
amount to over $7,000,000. In tho
United States, out of 17 of its largest
cities, municipal baths are found in
only seven of them, aggregating 12
establishments, as against 75 in Lon
don alone. Chicago has four free pub
lic baths, Boston two and San Fran
slsco one. New York's free floating
baths are for summer uso only.
It looked at one time as if the In
ternational marrying fad would never
•lie out, but If reports are true It may
soon go the way of the bicycle craze.
It Is stated that but two English dukes
remain In tho matrimonial market,
and neither of them can be consid
ered eligible, one being almost a luna
tic and tho other an Invalid. Inter
national marriages have not, as a
rule, been prolific of much happiness
to the brides. Money and titles can
not guarantee happlnesH. The titles
have a glamor for a certain class of
rich people, but as an Investment they
oftener bring loss of money with mis
ery than they do wealth and happiness
A contented person la rich and happy
The American girl does not make any
mistake by fitting herself to become
the wife of a sober. Industrious and
well-educated Amerltau. lty marry
log In her own social sphere hei
iham rs of happux as are 100 fold
better than If she marries out of It
ftbiuad.
There were no speeches at Verdi's
grave. There are no orators who
could have put into words what the
silence said.
The agitation of the question of
public ownership of franchises has
adder- at least one new word to the
vocabulary—municipalization.
Clarence Mackay has ordered in
Paris a $17,000 automobile "to beat
anything in America." American in
ventors and manufacturers may have
something to say about this.
It is a fact of disagreeable signifi
cance that one out of every 300 people
living in New York state is an inmate
of either a private or public hospital
for the insane. We seem to be living
in a too cerebral age.
The ornithologists of Great Britain
and America have just finished a
spirited discussion which has lasted
for more than a year as to which is
the largest bird that flies. The prize
has been awarded to an American
bird, the great condor of the Andes.
The second prize has been given to
the fierce harpy eagle of the Philip
oines.
The length of a generation is usual
ly considered 30 to 35 years. A statis
tician has recently worked out rec
ords of eight generations in New Eng
land starting with 1037 and he finds
the average length just about 33 1-3
years, making three generations? to
the century. It is conceded that for
other races or countries the figures
might be different.
A nation that is fettered by having
one man in every SO a soldier cannot
hope to keep industrial and commer
cial pace with one that is free, having
only one in 800 a soldier. It is to a
reform of their own domestic systems
that European powers would best
look for relief and for prosperity, and
not to mere antagonism against the
successful rival whose success is in
great part due to the fact that it has
avoided the evils which they have
cherished, observes the New York
Tribune.
Pennsylvania is a wonderful state.
Its manufacturing interests are diver
sified and cover every article of hu
man consumption from the raw to the
manufactured. In this state, power
and transmission reaches over IGOO
good, live, wide-awake, growing con
cerns of a rating, according to the best
commercial agencies of $25,000 or
over. They are all users of machin
ery, and the constant orders for sup
plies must be something marvelous.
Did you ever stop to think that in
Pennsylvania there are nearly as
many factories as are contained in
that part of the United States lying
west of the Mississippi river?
There is still a queen in England.
Alexandra, the queen consort, so long
known as the Princess of Wales, is
possessed of an exceptionally good
measure of that gracious quality
known as "the wisdom of the heart,"
and there is no doubt that her popu
larity will be only little less great
the world over than was that of her
illustrious predecessor. The influence
of the reigning sovereign in Great
Dritain must, generally speaking, be
exerted indirectly—that is to say, it is
a social rather than a political force.
King Edward's winning and ingratia
ting consort is splendidly endowed for
the position of a royal helpmate.
The peppermint-oil crop was the
leading feature in some neighbor
hoods of central New York a few
years ago, and brought more money
Into the hands of the farmers than did
Ihe apple crop. But now the pepper
pint crop is mostly a thing of tho
past In that section, and the mint
stills are kept in operation by the
crop of a few acres near them. The
beet-sugar crop has driven the mint
crop westward, for the farmers find
It more profitable to raise sugar beeta.
Ten years ago every community in
central New York had a resident who
was getting rich by stilling mint, but
(hc3o same mills are now falling into
disuse.
Cutting a slice out of Western
Florida to be annexed to Alabama, in
ordor that the heavy exporters of the
latter st*te may more readily control
their shipments of timber, coal and
Iron through the fine port of Pensaco
la, Is a fasclnatlni; project of commer
cialism which Is now engaging the at
tention of influential citizens along the
Kasti rn Gulf coast. The two state
legislatures must agree, and congress
must thereafter consent—conditions
which thus far have proved Insuper
able obstacles to the consummation of
the scheme. Hut business, which high
authority has declared to bo "stronger
than law." may be also stronger than
»ui.|tut statu boundaries.
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SERPENTS OF SALVATION. >
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3 The Ordeal of a Night in a Texas Cabin. Jf
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BY GWENDOLEN OVERTON.
It was partly noble and heroic self
abnegation which prompted Macintosh
to constitute himself the saviour of
Barclay; but it was also partly hope of
winning the hundred which the rest of
the mess put up and which would
enable him to pay, by several months
sooner than he would otherwise have
done, for the carved ivory crop, the
silver spurs, and the gold cross-sabres,
and other trifles of the sort that he
had bestowed upon Miss Cunningham
in happier days. Thu3 is the pure
metal cf our finest actions ever com
bined in the coining with base alloy.
Macintosh had been in love with
Miss Cunningham for some time, and
was so still, though now he had noth
ing to hope. He had had reason to
believe at one period of the negotia
tions that he found favor in her sight.
Then Barclay had come upon the
scene, with pull, prospects, and ex
ceeding good looks, and from the
moment that he presented himself as
a rival for the notice of Miss Cunning
ham, Macintosh began to lose heart,
realizing that, besides being far less
blessed in personal appearance than
the other, he had nothing to expect in
the future beyond promotion and fo
gies, in the natural course of death
and years.
He put his faith to the test how
ever, and when it proved definitely ad
verse, he did not go into the world
embittered and scowling at Barclay,
and making a spectacle of himself
generally. He even continued to put
the horses of his troop at Miss Cun
ningham's disposal, though now she
rode no more with him. Yet, for all
that, he himself would have been more
than human had he not experienced a
certain secret satisfaction at seeing
one placed there —and that by Bar
clay himself. This thing came to pass
surprisingly soon, and in the following
manner.
. Barclay and his lady had a quarrel
one day, and, whether it was a relapse
to habits of his past life "(for Barclay
was a civil appointment) or whether
it was merely to drown despair, certain
it was that the lieutenant hired him
self down to the officers' room and
drank more than was good for him —
considerably more. This was, of
course, in the old days, as many as 25
years ago, before the service
down to the last, least commissioned
officer, had reformed. Then, finding
perhaps that though naughty, whiskey
—even sutler's whiskey—was nice,
Barclay took to drink regularly and all
at once; and for a period of several
months, except when he was on duty,
never drew a sober breath. His brother
officers shook their heads in decent
sorrow and said that the poor fellow
was going the way of many a better
man—since it is always the brightest
who have gone before us. and the
dullest who are left behind.
Now there is one thing which every
one has probably observed regarding
the man who is in his cups the best
part of the time, which is, that besides
being the special care of Providence,
the war department looks after him
tenderly, and his wife is generally his
adoring slave.
Miss Cunningham was not Barclay's
wife as yet, to be sure, but she would
have liked to be, so it came to pretty
much the same thing, and in propor
tion as his vice took stronger hold
upon him, he took stronger hold upon
her heart. Then her parents inter
fered, and what with their opposition
and menaces, and Barclay's entreaties
and promises of amendment after each
new fall, the poor girl had a very bad
time. Every one was sorry for her.
The older officers got at Barclay and
pointed to hideous examples of what
his end would be, and to the graves of
youths and of old men, who had done
as he was doing, which dotted the
face of Texas and of the territories in
general. Barclay was sorry, sincerely
sorry. He pledged himself to reform —
and straightway sinned again.
And there, where all others had
failed, Macintosh stepped in and
achieved success. He had been off on
a hunting leave, and had got back to
the post just in time to report and
dress and go over to the mess. Bar
clay belonged to the mess, but he was
not there, and Macintosh, looking
around, asked where he might be.
"Sick," said the adjutant laconi
cally.
"Meaning "
"Exactly so."
Macintosh opined that it was a con
founded shame, and worse, and some
one else suggested that It would not
matter so much if the absent one were
only killing himself, but that he was
killing Miss Cunningham as well.
"I don't know," objected Macintosh;
"Barcay's a pretty decent sort him
self "
"Which," interrupted the adjutant,
"Is both magnanimous and true."
"And" —continued Macintosh, un
heeding—"and there are fellows who
could be a lot better spared. As far
as I've observed this Is his only fault."
The adjutant was of the opinion that
he made up for a good many lesser
oues with it, and that it was one, more
over, which might not be cured.
"Oh!" said Macintosh, more by way
of offering opposition than from con
viction, "I don't know about that."
The others asked If he had ever
heard of a bona fide case of reform
where there had not been a back-slide.
"Of course." they argued, "fellows
have been known togo on the water
wagon, and to turn over a new leaf,
aud all that when th«m was a girl In
view. Any man. nearly, will *wi_.tr off
when he's in love, but when he's in
love and can't swear off, he is in a very
bad way." And they went onto point
out at length how the subject of dis
cussion might end up all at once In a
general collapse, to which finish the
air of the country was favorable, or,
on the other hand, might last to a
green old age, rank, and the retired
list. "You can't most always tell," de
clared one. "but. so far as I'm con
cerned, I should like to see him die off
early enough for Miss Cunningham to
get over it and forget all about it."
"I," said Macintosh, "had rather see
him cured."
"You," observed a captain, with ad
miration, "must have been drawing on
the post Sunday school library. Come
off!"
Whereat all the contrariness of Mac
intosh's nature was aroused. "I would,"
he insisted. Then an idea seemed to
strike him. "And I'll bet," he added,
"that I'll reform him, too."
"Angels have trod there," they as
sured him, "but it would be pictur
esque to see you rush in. And, by way
of incentive, we'll bet you a hun
dred to ten that you won't."
Macintosh took it, and two months
was set as the limit of time in which
he might show the finished article.
"Provided, always," he stipulated,
"that the C. O. will give me another
hunting-leave inside of a week."
This the commandment —the matter
being presented to him —agreed to do.
So Macintosh told Barclay of certain
magnificent hunting grounds he had
discovered on the last trip, and worked
on his imagination and his sportman
ship; and they started off together, on
horseback, with their bedding wrapped
in rubber ponchos, and provisions on
a led-horse. Macintosh did not want
a private or any one else along.
Barclay, being in a state of new and
keen repentance, abstained from tak
ing a flask along, but Macintosh did
not believe in foolhardy heroism of
that sort, and his saddlebags held two.
Their way led across an all but in
terminable waste of chaparral. The
first day out Barclay drank water.
But he stood it in silence until they
halted at noon under a mesquite bush.
Then Barclay gave a great groan: it
was so nearly a sob that Macintosh
shuddered. He asked what the trouble
was, but he knew very well.
"I'd give my eternal soul —if I
haven't already—for a drink," he said.
"I don't believe I can stand it, old fel
low ; let's go back."
But Macintosh refused; he had come
out to be gone eight days, and he was
going to stay out. "You're two days
from the post, anyway," he reasoned;
"and you'd either be dead or over it
before you sot back."
So Barclay had no choice but to keep
cn. Macintosh said nothing about the
llasks in the saddle-bags. He was
keeping those for possibly a more ur
gent use.
At nightfall they came to a settle
ment In a gulch between two bare foot
hills. It was a deserted settlement, of
mining origin to judge from a forsaken
shaft or two. and if it had ever had a
name it was forgotten now as had
probably been the pony whose skele
ton —the legs still hobbled —lay across
the entrance of the one street, which
ran along the bottom of the gully and
was lined on either side by a dozen
or more shacks.
"We can put up in one of those
houses tonight," Macintosh said cheer
fully. "I did when I was here a few
days ago."
Barclay, who was in a very bad state
by now, and whose nerves were agoniz
ing, looked dubious, and said that he
would prefer to sleep outside under a
poncho, as they had done the night be
fore. "The places are probably alive
with centipedes or skunks or some
thing," he complained.
Macintosh had a career of falsehood
opening before him for the night in
any case, so he entered courageously
upon it now. He said that the house
he had gone into had been singularly
free from anything of the sort, that
it had been very comfortable, and that
a roof where you could get it was in
dubitably better than the stars. So
they cooked their supper and hobbled
their stock, and when the moon
rose they took their bedding
rolls and went into the shack, which
appeared to be in the best state of
repair, and which had, in the town's
life-time been its most flourishing
saloon.
Macintosh lit a candle, and set it on
what remained of the bar. If Barclay
had been in a condition to notice any
thing besides his own woes, he would
have seen that Macintosh's face was
white and his looks anxious. But he
only unwrapped the poncho with shak
ing hands, and begau to spread It in a
corner. Then he Jumped back and
stood looking, terror-eyed into the
shadow. There was an ominous, sharp
sound, that died away.
"Say, Macintosh." he quavered
"there's a rattler in here." Macintosh
crossed over to him and laid his hand
on his houlder. "1 guess not, old fel
low," he soothed; "turn In and you'll
feel better In the morning."
Barclay insisted upon the snake,
with angry oath-i. It rattled again as
he went a step nearer. "Don't you
hear It?" ho ursed.
Macintosh shook his head pityingly,
sadly. And <u*t then something dark
and long went sliding slowly over the
floor. The reimatlon which stole up
Mai Intosh's back to the roots of his
*'«• not "t "Hill ' "'Juf-'UUj 11,"
said Barclay, his voice breaking and
high between rage and sheer scare,
"get that candle and look, if you don't
believe me."
Macintosh went for the candle, walk
ing clrcultously to avoid something
colled and beginning to stir, and there
by disturbing yet one more, which
rattled, too.
Barclay turned around with a spring.
"Perhaps you didn't hear that?" he de
manded.
"Hear what?" asked Macintosh,
patiently.
He brought the candle, and Barclay
took it in his hand and put it almost
at the raised and darting head of a
rattler. "Maybe you don't see now,"
he triumphed.
Macintosh felt like dancing as the
tenderfoot does when the cowboy
shoots at the floor beneath his feet.
He wondered if his and Barclay's
leggings and boots were surely fang
proof. His teeth clicked together, but
lie only reached out and took the
candle away. "Come to bed, old fel
low," he insisted, once more; "you'll
be all right by daylight."
The sympathy of his tone worked
Barclay to frenzy. He got into the
middle of the room, fairly staggering.
The candle, held high in Macintosh's
hand, threw a circle of vague light,
in the circle were no less than
eight snakes—some coiled some mov
ing, some raising evil heads, some
writhing away into the gloom beyond.
"Do you mean to say you don't see
those?" His hand swept an unsteady
circle.
Macintosh steeled himself, and said
that he only saw the floor.
The other stared at him wildly for a
moment, then gave a howl of terror
that froze the blood in Macintosh's
tempes and made him wish that he had
left Barclay togo mad in his own
chosen way. Horrible thoughts began
to come to him of what would happen
if the fellow were togo insane here
in the midst of the desert, in a for
saken settlement with only hundreds
upon hundreds of rattlesnakes every
where around.
"Get me out of this—oh. get me out
of this!" pleaded Barclay, starting for
the door and stopping short with a
hiss of fright as a snake shot up its
head and rattled. Then, in a patch of
light which fell on the wall, a centi
pede, big and fat and long, began to
crawl, slowly at first and more swiftly.
His eyes fixed themselves upon it,
glassy, and he stood perfectly still, his
breath coming in sobs and gulps.
When the crawling thing had disap
peared into a crack he turned deliber
ately about. His face showed livid
and aged and lined. "On your word of
honor, Macintosh," he said, with pain
ful quiet, "are none of those things
here?"
"What things?" said Macintosh. He
looked forward over the seven or eight
hours of darkess yet to come, and
wondered whether he oi Barclay would
go mad first, or, if not that, then which
would first be stung. But there was no
way out of it. now, no way but to make
an eternal enemy, a fool of himself,
and a fizzle of the whole attempt, not
to speak of losing his bet. Besides, he
was doing a good act.
So he got Barclay up o'.i top of the
bar, and he lit one candle as another
burned out, and all through the night
he kept alternately poking up the
snakes and insisting that there were
no snakes (here, the while he laid
quieting hands on the trembling form
and looked about him to see that no
centipede or scorpions should come
near. He could have given Dante and
Milton pointn.
But when morning approached he
led Barclay, a broken, quiverng man,
out into the empty street, and caught
the horses and saddled them, while
Barclay sat huddled on the ground.
As the day began to break he turned
to him. "Would you like togo back,
now that it's lighter, and see for your
self that there was nothing in there?"
he asked. If Barclay were to accept.
It would spoil the whole thing probably,
but that had to be chanced.
"No," said Barclay, and smiled wan
ly. "I'll take your word for it. Only
just get me home."
So they mounted and turned back
by the road they had come, for it had
got beyond all question of Barclay's
handling a gun. As the sun rose, how
ever, his courage rose also, inch by
Inch. And at last he spoke in quite a
normal way, so that Macintosh drew a
long breath of relief. "See here, Mac
intosh," he said, "I'll make a bargain
with you. If you'll never tell this on
me, I'll never take a drink again."
And he kept his word, and Macin
tosh won the hundred, and eveiybody
was happy all around. Barclay and
Miss Cunningham were married and
lived happily evermore. Rut Barclay
ascribed his reformation to his own
power of will. Miss Cunningham to her
influence over him, and the others
were divided between these two views.
And Macintosh got no credit from
anybody—as is usually the case with
reformers —and it was probably just
what ho deserved. —Sail Francisco
Argonaut.
Old It <*€'»l (I* • IIII mI in VVhlh.
One of the most interesting llterar*
finds was the discovery in Swansea
castle, about 50 years ago. of the orig
inal contract of affiance between Kd
ward of Carnarvon. Prlnu of Wales,
and Isabella, daughter of Philip the
Fair of France, dated at Parts. May
20, 1303. It was previously known that
when Edward II fled from Bristol for
Lundy and was driven by contrary
winds to land in Swansea bay, he de
posited a number of the national ar
chives In Swansea castle for safety.
When the records of the castle were
seized It Is probable that thu docu
ment mentioned was left behind. The
discovery was made by Mr. Oecrge
(Irani Frauds of llurrowa Lodge,
Swansea, '"firdlff \V«t-t«ra Mail.
THE OBEAT DESTEOYEB
SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT
THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE.
A Wise Answer A Chapter of Horror*
Typical of What li Occurring at tli«
Opening of the Christian Twentieth
Century—Pitiful Sights In Police Courtl
"How near could you drive without fall
ing
To the edge of a precipice, Ray?"
Asked a master of yore when engaging
A man to be coachman one day.
There was more than one applicant wait
ing,
And hoping to fill up the place.
The first that was questioned made an
swer
He should wont but a yard or two's
space.
Then tne second* who wished to outrival
This boast, and to show off his skill,
Said he'd drive within a few inches
Of a crng or precipitous hill.
But the third said when asked, "I can't
tell, sir.
For you see 'twould be with me like
this,
I should try to keep far enough from it,
And make sure that 1 safety don't miss."
And the master commended this answer,
Saying, "You are the servant for me;
For myself, and my friends, and mj
horses,
Will be safe in your hands T can see."
The storv is old, but the moral
It teaches is fresh as the May;
And the man who would trifle with dan
ger,
Is the man who is loser to-day.
Strong drink! What a precipice awful,
That hides —yea. in spite of its glow;
Its terrors more dark and more fatal
Than the climbers of Alpine heights
know,
And yet, alas! still men seem trying
To get close to its edge as they can;
Though avoiding it wholly and fully,
Is the wise and only safe plan.
And he will be gainer and winner
Who follows the steps of the one
Who believed, for himself and for others,
It were better all dangers to slum.
—Faith Chiltern.
The Fruits of the Saloon.
A year ago we published in the Advo
cate the following statement of City Mag
istrate Clarence W. Mead, made by hint
from the bench;
"There are seven police courts in the
Borough of Manhattan. Take rum away
and 1 am certain that two courts will be
sufficient to do all the work."
A few days ago the New York Press
printed a most pitiful story, that of a man
utterly given over to drink, and who had
drawn his fifteen-year-old son down with
him, until tne pair stole a horse to get
the money to buy liquor. The father took
the proceeds of the theft and went on a
lonp debauch, and the son arraigned in the
police court begged to be sent to the El
mira or some other reformatory in order
that he might be freed from the life to
which his drunken father had brought
him.
A still more sickening sight is reported
by the Philadelphia Press as having been
witnessed in a police court of that city.
Three sisters, the eldest but twenty years
of age, stood before Magistrate South with
bitter smiles on their faces recently while
their old mother was sent to prison.
Ella Callahan, the eldest, was asked to
testify.
"Ella! Ella!" said the old woman, half
tenderly, "you ain't going to have your
mother sent to jail?"
"Why not?" said the girl, bitterly.
"What else are you good for?"
"My girl!" suid His Honor, remonstra
tively.
"1 niean, Judge," said Ella, "it" she was
put into a dungeon, where she would
never see daylight, I'd be thankful. As
lar back as J can remember she was al
ways getting drunk. She's made me cry
with shame more times than I want to re
member. It's been a terrible thing, not
Duly to n.e, but to my sisters, the young
jirls there, Judge."
She pointed to Mary and Anastasia Cal
lahan, the first seventeen years old, the
Jther a slender girl of fifteen.
"When we were little children," she
continued, "mother was drunk so often
that we were sent to St. Joseph's Home,
n Spruce street. The Sisters of Charity
were very good to us. They brought us
an well, and we've always kept respecta
ble. I've been working with Mrs. Kiley
it 910 North Forty-eighth street, more
than ten years, and the other girls have
worked and we helped to keep a home at
1031 Winter street. We tried hard to get
3ur mother to stop drinking, but she
wouldn't.
Then the girl began to sob.
"Do jou want my sisters to testify?"
asked Ella.
"No, I've seen enough," said His Honor.
"I'll send her to the House of Correction
for a vear."
And these things are done at the open
ing of the twentieth century in a so
:alled Christian country. Yet who cares'
—New York Temperance Advocate.
The ItosHchleter Temperance Sermon.
The I'osschieter case is ended. Public
opinion, based on newspaper publicity,
has secured nistice to the criminals. Pub
lic sympathy, expressed through news
papers, has found emplovment and a liv
ing for the murdered girl's sister.
I he unfortunate victim lies in her grave.
11l another grave—the prison of the State
—the four murderers are confined to spend
long years of regret.
'lhere remains of the case now but a
memory—and a moral.
That moral is a temperance sermon. It
is short, and, for that reason, good. Ilere
it is:
In their prison life the men will be de
priv ' of alcohol, three of them for twen
ty ' <. one of them for ten years.
T» . <j(<-ranee will be forced upon them.
Had they chosen a temperate life of
their own accord, not one of them would
have known prison life.
Ihe crime would not have been com
mitted.
Drink made murderers of those four
men.
And. sad as it is to say, drink was the
indirect cause of the unhappy young wom
an's death.
I hi' poison that killed her was in one of
the drinks accepted at the invitation of
her murderers.
Drink made the four men murderers,
and drink made the Woman a victim.-
New York Journal.
Ilraina In Four Acts.
How many young men who are actor* ir
the fir*t part of thu drama have ever re
hearsed in thought the parts lliey mav
take in the Inst three acts?
Act 1 Before the bar of the saloon.
Art II Befote the bar of the court
Act lll.— Before the bar of the prison.
Act IV.—Before the bar of God.
Christian Standard.
Tlie Crusade In llrlef.
The war on intemperance in Prance is
getting warmer.
When a man blushes for hard dunking
the t ITort concentrates itself in the mid
dle of hi« face.
Cituinnati is now claiming to lie tha
Creates! whisk) market ill the world. Tin
whole»ilc trade there announces that the
year will lie the heaviest the city has evel
bad.
The Congressional Committee brought
nut some Tacts in 112 regard to the West
Point Military A*ademv which sbo»«
that li>|uor is consumed aiuuug the stir
dents 114 large uuatilitim.