iron ore is being shipped to the
TJn.ted States from Spain and a ves
sel which carried a cargo of iron ore
returned with a cargo of steel rails.
"Love makes memory eternal" has
been selected as the motto of the So
ciety of the United Daughters of tha
Confederacy, in session in Staunton,
,Va., and laurel as the emblematic
flower for Virginia.
The possibility is broached of taking
passengers under the English channel
in submarine boats instead of over it
in rolling tubs. This is the most de
cisive attack on seasickness in bulh
which has been contemplated.
One of our scientists has made the
discovery thai man's desire to fight is
greater in summer tnan in winter. This
inclination may be easily explained.
People don't come around in winter
asking, "Is it hot enough for you?''
N*w Orleans, a city of nearly 300,000
population, consumes less than 15,000,-
000 gallons of water daily. The total
cost of the New Orleans water works
was $1,000,000. St. Liouis has spent
$20,000,000 for the same purpose and
has a daily consumption of 60,000,000
gallons.
In exploring the Waipio river, in
Hawaii, a party from the Bishop mu
seum of Honolulu recently discovered a
cataract that has one sheer fall of 600
feet and in this exceptionally dry sea
son runs 8,000,000 gallons a day. The
party reached the cataract only be
cause of the low water which permit
ted the explorers to ascend the bed of
the stream.
The supreme court of lowa has
fixed the cash value of a man's leg at
SBOOO. In a case tried the other day
the jury gave a verdict for $14,500 for
an amputated leg, but the court de
clared that sum excessive, and fol
lowed a precedent established a few
years ago, when a verdict of $12,000
was cut down to SBOOO. This is now
regarded as the standard value of an
lowa leg.
An amusing story is told of Lord
Kelvin, who on one occasion paid a
visit with a friend to some well known
electrical works. They were escorted
ever the workshops by the senior fore
man, a man of much intelligence and
an enthusiastic electrician. Slowly they
passed from department to department
Lord Kelvin never once flagging in his
attention to the foreman's homilies.
At last, when the tour of inspection
was complete Lord Kelvin quietly
turned to him and asked: "What, I
then, is electricity?" This was a poser
for the man, who, somewhat shame
faced, confessed that he could not say.
"Well, well," said Lord Kelvin gently,
"that is the only thing about electrici
ty which you and I don't know."
Texas is going into the sugar-pro
ducing industry on an extensive scale.
In addition to her present sugar-cane
growing interests, which are operated
under the state penitentiary system,
arrangements are being made to place
about 5000 additional acres in cultiva
tion. About two years ago a farm
embracing 5000 acres was purchased
by the state on which penitentiary
convicts were to be worked. This
farm is situated in Brazoria county in
the richest sugar cane belt of Texas.
Owing to the lack of a sugar mill, but
little of the new farm was placed un
der cultivation. But within a year it
Is hoped to have a sugar mill in op
eration, and to pay its $175,000 cost
out of the proceeds of the farm's crops
in the following two years.
Instances of unbounded faith in th«
efficacy of queer treatment of dis
eases do not seem to fall off in num
ber or in oddity. One western man
says he was a martyr to the most
agonizing form of chronic dyspepsia
until he began the practice of taking a
small quantity of fine, dry sand into
his stomach every day. He insists
that he is now completely cured of his
malady. But many persons will be
inclined to regard the swallowing of
sand dai'v as almost as severe an af
fliction as dyspepsia. In Colorado a
former citizen of New York City as
serts that by going almost constantly
bareheaded he has relieved himself
of chronic catarrh of the worst type,
while a clergyman in West Virginia
declares that by eating no solid food
for 40 days he has conquered entirely
the besetting rheumatism which had
tormented him for a dozen years.
These are interesting cases. How would
It do for some adventurous experiment
er to try all three systems of treat
ment on himself at once—to go bare
headed all the time, to swallow sand
every 24 hours, and to fast from other
food for 40 days? What would tho
autopsy reveal? A constitutional disa
bility to tell the truth? queries ths
New York Tribune.
Out of 12,000,000 American families
the income of 4,000,000 of these fami
lies is less than S4OO each per year,
and the incomes of nearly 80 percent
of the entire number are less than
SIOOO each per year.
According to the Buffalo News there
are 257 farms in New York state that
make the culture of trees their prin
cipal business. The valuation is $3,-
607,107. Vermont has four similar
farms valued at $28,500.
The old saying that "His note is as
good as gold," has been modified in
Kansas to "His note is better than
gold." A Reno county farmer ha 9
just brought suit to compel a mort
gage company to accept money for a
note which it holds against him.
The agricultural building at the Lou
isiana Purchase exposition in St. Louis
will be 700 by 2000 feet and will cover
over two acres more of ground than
did the big manufacture and liberal
arts building at the Columbian expo
sition in Chicago. In this thought the
St Louisans take great delight.
The American match and the Ameri
can watch are becoming more and
more popular in the remotest corners
of the globe. With American matches,
and American oil, and American lib
erty the irrepressible Yankee is doing
a great deal of lighting and enlighten
ing, and with his watches he is also
marking time for the progress of civil
ization.
There is an international interest
to the reported increase in the Ameri
can demand for sauerkraut. A Penn
sylvania maker has just filled a con
tract for a 15-ton supply of the great
German delicacy. Germans have long
maintained that lack of appreciation
of. such food varieties as theirs was re
sponsible for American dyspepsia. Is
the sauerkraut market to furnish the
open door to our better education?
Joseph L. Thompson of Franklin, N.
H., who is now in the Ssth year of his
age, has taught school in that towD
and vicinity for 65 years. He says, as
one thing learned in hlg long practice
of his calling, that one-third of a
teacher's time is taken up in maintain
ing order. On the wall of his "study"
hangs a card with the word "Why"
ir. large letters. This, he says, has
been his motto all through his life
and studies.
A great many California oranges are
shipped east in what are known as
tramp cars. There is no fruit the
price of which fluctuates as much a 9
does that of oranges, and thousands
of carloads of oranges are, therefore,
started east with some uncertain des
tination. The car may be consigned
to Kansas City, but in the meantime
there are agents watching in the east
for the best markets and on telegraph
ic information the car may be ordered
onto Chicago or New York City.
There are some men who will put
up their hands when they are told to
do so by a man with a gun, and others
that will not. When the man is found
who will not do it, the chances are that
one is also found whose courage is
weightier than the other's gunpowder.
An express messenger, who, with a
hole blown through his car by dyna
mite, with bombs exploding around
him and with pistols leveled at him
by hold-ups, can pick up a lighted
bomb and hurl It out of his car, at the
same time defying all the bandits who
are threatening him, certainly deserves
to be called a brave man. This was
what Express Messenger Charles did
in Oregon the other day, and in doing
it he foiled, single handed the attempt
to rob his car. There are few finer
instances on record of the triumph of
one man's courage and determination
over brute force.
Reporters are often more active and
more gifted with an instinct for de
tail than the officers, says Charles E.
Grinnell in the Atlantic. Together
they make a formidable combination.
But they are often divided in opinion,
and yet oftener in their sympathies.
Reporters, like the average citizen, are
more apt to pity the prisoner, if for
nothing else for the very reason that
the police are down upon him. It is
an ambition of reporters to unearth
more facts than the police. Newspa
pers print news from a prisoner's
friends as readily as news from his
persecutors. Nevertheless, they spread
abroad the charge against a suspected
person more than he or his friends
wish. Since the newspapers begin
long before a trial to work up a popu
lar interest in all the persons con
cerned, the result 3 cannot be other
than an exaggeration of the impor
tance to the public of what stimulates
and gratifies curiosity, whether or not
it affects the question of the prisoner's
guilt.
Woman vs. Woman. ;
She gave a little gasp and sat down.
The hotel porter discreetly looked the
other way; he was enjoying the little
scene greatly; the Mt. Seymour Hotel
provided many of them. The girl was
young and pretty; the hand which
toyed with the letter before her was
studded with valuable rings, among
them a narrow one of gold. It was
evident that she was a wife. There
was no husband to greet her, though
the car with her luggage from the mail
boat was standing at the door. Al
phonse had had the pleasure of hand
ing her the letter; it had been given
to him by a handsome, dark-eyed man
only a few hours before.
'Monsieur le Capitaine he say, 'Give
to de lady direct she come.' Hein, I
do give."
The girl arose, her blue eyes dim
with tears; the susceptible Alphonse
was overwhelmed.
"Marie," she said to her maid, "Capt
Molyneux has been ordered up to Pre
toria; he only left today. Please see
to the boxes."
She crossed the hall toward the ele
vator and disappeared.
Many eyes had watched the little
drama; the lounging chairs in the hall
were all occupied; officers on sick
leave, men convalescent and men on
their way up to the front or back to
old England. Women, too, some grass
widows, a few real widows, many more
with no special concern in the war at
all. But it was the war which had
drawn them to Cape Town —the war,
or, rather, the soldiers who were fight
ing. Where else but to the Mt. Sey
mour Hotel should they go? Rank and
fashion, joy and misery, virtue and
vice rubbed shoulders in that fashion
able and exorbitant hostelry.
"Ah, a pretty woman," drawled
young Dennis of the —th Lancers.
"Who is she?" queried his compan
ion.
John Beresford rose languidly from
his chair and satisfied his curiosity at
the porter's office.
"It's Bob Molyneux's wife," he said
to his friend. "Fancy. One of my old
est pals. I was so sick at having missed
him this morning. He left just before
I got here. Ah! there is Mrs. de la
Fane; she's a pretty woman, if you
like. I was introduced to her this
morning by old Vigors."
He sprang to his feet and offered his
chair to a tall, graceful woman who
had entered the hall as he spoke.
She accepted it with a smile, and in
a moment the little group attracted all
eyes. Mrs. de la Fane was one of the
leading spirits of the hotel; the ac
knowledged beauty, whose woriderful
eyes drew every man into her toils.
Her husband was rolling in money;
he was reported to be a Johannesburg
millionaire; but the reports were ra
ther vague. It was sufficient for her
admirers that he spent his money like
water, gave the best dinners a man
could wish to sit down to.and did not
scowl when other men smiled at his
wife.
"What brings you down to Cape
Town, Capt. Beresford?" asked Mrs.
de la Fane. "Major Vigors tells me
your regiment is in the thick of it
just now." Sfye raised her great vio
let eyes to the young man's face as
she spoke.
The implication underlying the word
stung him. He flushed, and tapped a
side pocket in his coat.
'I have got a little bag here," he
said with meaning—which contains —
well, a few papers of importance."
"Oh!" laughed Mrs. de la Fane. "I
see. You are one of Kitchener's mes
senger boys. Rather a satisfactory
berth, isn't it, Captain? No risk, no
worry, no exertion."
John Beresford caught those violet
eyes again full in his own. His heart
beat faster. He did not care to appear
as one of no importance in this wom
an's eyes. His mission demanded se
crecy, yet for the moment his tongue
ran away with him.
"You are wrong, i.irs. de la Fane,"
he smiled in reply. "The papers would
be worth—well, a lot to Kruger or Bo
tha."
A sudden gleam came into the wom
an's eyes. John Beresford saw it. but
thought nothing of it. The silken toils
were already about him.
"Come and lunch with me, Capt.
Beresford, and you, too, Mr. Dennis,"
said Mrs. de la Fane.
* » * «
Two days passed away. Muriel Mo
lyneux felt inexpressibly lonely. This
bustling, frivolous atmosphere of hotel
jarred on lier. Tortured with anxiety
for her husband, she hated the laugh
ter, the music, above all, the society.
She kept aloof from it all. Her hus
band was an Intelligence officer; she
knew that ho was never sure from day
today where he would sleep the fol
lowing night. To attempt to follow
him to the front was impossible.
Now Muriel, for all her great love
for her husband, was an enthusiastic
little patriot. This dreary, useless idle
ness to which she was condemned
taxed lier nerves to the uttermost. The
quiet, of the gardens overlooking the
sea appealed to her. After dinner on
the third evening after her arrival
Muriel slipped out alone and paced the
gravel paths in angry impatience with
her fate. The gardens were empty.
Her white dress looked ghost-like in
the shadows.
In a little summer house at the fur
thest limits of the garden, bitter tears
rose into her eyes as she thought of
her own incapacity, her own enforced
idleness. Suddenly a voice at her el
bow startled her. Some one thrust a
note into her hand, with the words:
Will you give me your answer to
morrow, or shall I wait for it now?"
Taken unawares, and anxious to hide
the trace of her recent tears, Muriel
stammered hastily, "Tomorrow? No;
the day after,"and the next moment
she was alone again. Bewildered, she
turned the note over in her hand.
There was no address upon it. She
rose hurriedly and hastened to the
door of the summer house. A man's
figure, evidently that of a gentleman,
was disappearing out of the garden
gate onto the high road. It was too
late to recall him.
She opened his note mechanically.
In the dim light it was difficult to
trace the writing, but a second glance
left no room for doubt
"The Societies Office, Stellenbosch.
"To Mrs. de la F.:
"Have you procured the dispatch
case carried by the officer, J. 8., yet?
If so, the bearer of this is to be trust
ed; give it to him. If you have not
yet secured it, tell him when to see
you again. "J. X de W."
Muriel drew her breath sharply. She
sat motionless, her brain busy. She
realized at once that she had been
mistaken for somebody in the pay of
the Boers; a plot was hatching, and
she—
At that moment she heard foot
steps hurrying down the pathway. She
thrust the note in the bosom of her
dress. Suppose the messenger had
discovered his mistake, and was re
turning? Her heart beat wildly. With
sudden resolve Muriel had made up
her mind. The summer house had an
inner room, to which a small doorway
gave admittance. Opening the door she
plunged into the darkness. Holding
her breath, she peered through the
half-open door, not daring to close it
for fear of making a noise. A man
entered the summer house. A quick
sigh of relief escaped Muriel's lips. It
was not the messenger. She glanced
at the man's face; then started back
in horror. She recognized him as a
man she had frequently seen in the
hotel; but his eyes were now blood
shot, his expression wilu, his manner
distraught.
John Beresford (for it was he) drew
a revolver from his coat and raised
it against himself.
Muriel waited no longer. With a
little cry she flung open the door and
threw herself upon the man. The re
volver fell from his hand.
"Oh! stop, stop!" she cried. "You
can't know what you are doing."
John Beresford stared at her as
though she were a ghost. He stood
motionless, his arms hanging limply by
his side, his wild eyes searching her
own.
"Can't I help you?' whispered Mu
riel, gently, all the sympathy of her
nature going out toward him. "Please
let me try."
"Help! I am beyond help!" echoed
the man, struggling with the words.
"Leave me, for pity's sake, Mrs. Moly
neux." There is only one way out of
thie."
"How do you know my name?"
asked Muriel, in surprise.
"Molyneux was an old pal of mine,"
answered the other. "He would not
speak to me now."
A sudden inspiration flashed across
Muriel's brain. "What is your name?"
she asked.
"John Beresford. For pity's sake
leave ma"
"Your initials are J. 8., then? Have
you—are the dispatches "
"How do you know about that?"
said John Beresford, raising his head
with a gleam of hope in his eyes. "Not
a soul but myself and the thief knows
that it was stolen from me within the
last 24 hours."
* » • *
Mrs. de la Fane glided down the
tootpath leading toward the summer
house. She was dressed in white. As
she drew near she caught the sound
of voices, and walked slowly past the
doorway.
She gave a little dry cough when
she recognized John Beresford and Mu
riel Molyneux.
She seemed annoyed to find the sum
mer house occupied at that moment.
She paced the footpath for a few mo
ments and then returned to the hotel.
She went to the pigeonhole where she
generally found her letters and tele
grams. It was empty. Soon after
midnight she went to the pigeonhole
again. There was a sealed packet
waiting for her. With a sigh of relief
she carried it hastily to her room and
read:
"The Societies Office, Stellenbach.
'To Mrs. de la F.:
"Have you procured the J. B. docu
ments yet? If so, the bearer of this is
to be trusted. Give them to him. If
you have not yet secured them, tell
him when to see you again.
"J. X.de W."
A second note in another handwrit
ing was inclosed:
"Madam —Not finding you this even
ing at the appointed place, I am leav
ing this note for you at the hotel. I
shall be there tomorrow evening at
8.30 to receive your answer.
"J. X. deW.'s Messenger."
Mre. de la Fane, slept the sleep of
the just that night
On the following evening she kept
the appointment. Sue was again
dressed in white. Punctual to the mo
ment she heard a man's footstep on the
path outside, and a tall, bearded man
stood in the doorway.
"Mrs. de la Fane, I presume?" He
spoke in a deep, gruff voice.
She handed him a carefully sealed
packet, saw him place it inside his
breast pocket and waited till he dis
appeared. The next morning she re
ceived an invitation from Capt. Seres
ford to dine with him that evening.
She handed the note to Mr. de la Fane
and remarked, callously:
"What nerve the man has. Surely,
he knows there is nothing for hiru to
do but shoot himself. « * * He's
ruined * * * silly creature."
Mr. de la Fane laughed harshly.
So that evening a cheerful party as
sembled in the private dining room
Mrs. Molyneux and Mrs. de la Fane
were the only ladies present, but some
half-dozen men made up the party.
With thedessert, John Beresford looked
around at his guests, and placed a
leather case on the table.
"I've had the queerest adventure
since I've been in the hotel," he said
laughing, it's too rich to keep to my
self; it might amuse you."
"Fire away," said some one.
Mrs. de la Fane turned very white,
but Muriel, watching her every move
ment, felt no pity.
"You know, of course," Beresford
continued, "that I was sent down on
special service to deliver some dis
patches to Gen. G , who arrives
here this evening. Like an ass, I mad 6
no secret of my errand. I shall be
wiser another time. Well, two days
ago the case with the dispatches dis
appeared. You can imagine what
felt like. After wild searchings for 24
hours there was only one thing to be
done."
He then described his meeting with
Muriel in the summer house, and her
adventure with J. X.de W.'s messen
ger.
"I wrote a note," he continued, "and
inclosed it with the original letter,
addressing it to a certain lady, whoso
name does not matter, asking her to
meet J. X.de W. s messenger last
night. In disguise I myself represented
the messenger and received my dis
patch back into my own hands."
The men laughed loud and long.
"The sequel, too, may be interest
ing," said John Beresford, coolly. "A
couple of detectives are at this minute
collaring J. X.de W.'s man."
"What about the lady?" he was
asked.
"Well, I fancy you'll hear that she
and her husband have been presented
with tickets to Europe by the next
boat."
A little choking cry came from Mrs.
de Fane's lips. She had fainted.—The
Onlooker.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
A costly marble monument stands in
a fashionable cemetery at Seattle,
Wash., sacred to the memory of a
faithful horse. The animal's owner
was himself buried beside the horse
recently.
The other day James Peltcr, who
lives near Winchester, Va., killed a
bald eagle, whose spread of wings was
seven feet. Mr. Pelter had lost several
lambs and thought it remarkable that
uie thief left 110 tracks nor other sign
of his visits to the farm, but when
the eagle tried to carry off a dog
which followed him, he concluded that
the bird was the robber.
During the recent session of the Brit
ish parliament no fewer than 6448
questions were asked in the house of
commons. This number has only once
been exceeded in recent years—namely,
in the session of 1593-4, when the num
ber of questions asked was 6534. But
the house sat on 226 days during that
session, while there were only 11S sit
tings during the late session.
There are three nut cracking plants
in St. Louis, Mo., giving employment
to considerable numbers of people.
The nut crackers are driven by electri
city, each nut being fed individually
into the crusher. After the shells are
cracked the nuts are winnowed by an
air blast, and the meat is picked from
the crushed shells by hand, women
and girls being employed for this part
of the work.
A curious case came up the other day
before the court in Caroline county,
Md., when an ancient resident was
charged with the larceny of nine eggs.
Extra jurors had to be summoned, and
it cost the county $250 to try the case.
The accused was 73 years old. Hi 9
counsel said he had known the de
fendant for 40 years, and it was in
cludible that he would steal eggs. He
argued that anyhow the state had not
shown that the eggs were sound and
nine rotten eggs would have no value
at all. The jury staid out 15 minutes
and returned a verdict of not guilty.
A Hamburg schoolteacher recently
undertook to find out what his pupils
knew about common things. Out of
120 children between 10 and 16 years
of age, 58 had never seen a flock of
sheep, 70 had never seen a violet
growing. 90 had never heard a night
ingale, 89 had never seen the sun rise,
and 33 had not seen it set, 49 had never
seen a man plow. He asserts that
while city children may know about
theatres and concert exhibitions, muse
ums and stores, hundreds of the sim
plest things in life are mere words to
them that convey no coherent idea
Scentlnir
According to Nature, the French
minister of war has asked the ParfS
Academy of Sciences to give an opin
ion as to the possibility of danger
arising from the establishment of wire
less telegraphy stations in the neigh
borhood of magazines containing pow
der or other explosives, it is suggest
ed that the nature of the cases con
taining the explosive may be an im
portant matter for consideration in
connection with the subject.
The average woman feels that hef
life is wasted if she doesn't belong to
a society for the suppression of some
thing.
THE GREAT DESTROYER
SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT
THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE.
ft fleets of Beer Drinking;— It Kills Qnlckei
Than Any Other Liquor—llow the Su
perb Constitutions of German Young
Men Succumb to It.
Dr. S. H. Burgen, a practitioner of thir
ty-five years, twenty-eight in Toledo, says:
I think beer kills quicker than any other
liquor. My attention was first called to
its insidious effects when I began exam
ining for life insurance. I passed as unu
sually good risks five Germans—young
business men —who seemed in the best
health, and to have superb constitutions.
In a few yejrs 1 was amazed to see the
whole five drop off, one after another,
with what ought to have been mild and
easily curable diseases. On comparing my
experience with that of other physicians
I found they were all having similar luck
with confirmed beer drinkers, and my
practice since has heaped confirmation
upon confirmation.
"The first organ to be attacked is the
lddneys; the liver soon sympathizes, and
then comes, most frequently, dropsy or
Bright's disease, both certain to end fa
tally. Any physician who cares to take
the time will tell you that among the
dreadful results of beer drinking are lock
jaw and erysipelas, and that the beer
drinker seems incapable of recovering
from mild disorders and injuries not usu
ally regarded of a grave character. Pneu
monia, pleurisy, fevers, etc., seem to have
a first mortgage on him, winch they fore
close remorselessly at an early opportu
nity.
"The beer drinker is much worse off
than the whisky drinker, who seems to
have more elasticity and reserve power.
He will even have delirium tremens, but
after the fit is gone you will sometimes
find good material to work upon. Good
management may bring him around all
right. But when a beer drinker gets into
trouble it seems almost as if you have to
recreate the man before you can do any
thing for him.
"Beer drinkers are peculiarly liable to
die of pneumonia. Their vital power,
their power of resistance, tlieir 'vis medi
catriz naturae,' is so lowered that they are
liable to drop off from any form of acute
disease, such as fevers, pneumonia, etc.
As a rule, when a beer drinker takes pneu
monia he dies.
"Beer drinking produces rheumatism by
producing chronic congestion and ulti
mately degeneration of the liver, thus in
terfering with its function by which the
food is elaborated and fitted for the sus
tenance of the body, and the refuse mate
rials oxidized and made soluble for elim
ination by the kidneys, thus forcing the
retention "in the body of the exeremcnti
tious and dead matter I have spoken of.
The presence of uric acid and other insol
uble effete matters in the blood and tissues
ia one main cause of rheumatism."
Disaster Caused I>y Alcohol.
"Alcoholism," said the professor, "is
the most potent factor in propagating tu
berculosis. The strongest man, who has
once taken to drink, is powerless against
it. Time is too short for me now to draw
comparisons between the laws in force in
different countries, those which are pro
posed, private efforts, associated efforts
and temperance societies. But 1 can say
that universal cry of despair rises from
the whole universe at the sight of the dis
asters caused by alcoholism. 1 will quote
but two sets of statistics, but they speak
for themselves. Tat ham's show that the
mean mortality being represented by 100,
that caused by tuberculosis is in:
Brewers 14S Sweeps ..... ~..141
Hair dressers ...140 Publicans ~ .. ..140
Stroll, music's ..174 Butchers . 105
Bock laborers ..170 Coalmen llf»
Pedlars 239 Coachmen 124
Barmen 257
"Any measures, State or individual,
tending to limit the ravages of alcoholism
will be our most precious auxiliaries in
the crusade against tuberculosis, but the
question is too large a one to deal with
here. Still, I should like to draw attention
to a mistake made too easily in the differ
ent countries by ministers who have the
charge of the financial department of the
State. They like to calculate the sum the
State gets from the duty on alcohol, but
they should deduct from it the cost to the
community of the family of the ruined
drunkard, his degenerate, infirm, scrofu
lous and epileptic children, who must have
shelter.
"This invasion of alcoholism ought to be
regarded by every one as a public danger,
and this principle, the truth of which is
incontestable should be inculcated into
the masses, that the future of the world
will be in the hands of the temperate."
The Drunkard Not the Worst Man.
A gentleman stepped into a saloon and
saw a filthy drunkard, once a respectable
man, waiting for his liquor.
He thus accosted him: "G , why do
you make yourself the vilest of men!"
"I ain't the vilest of men!" said the
drunkard.
"Yes, you are!" said the gentleman.
"See how you look! Drink that glass and
you will in a very short time be in the
gutter."
"I deny your poz-zi-tion, stammered
the drunkard. "Who is the vil'est, the
tempter or the tempted? Who—who was
the worst. Satan or Eve?"
"Why, Satan." said he.
"Weil—well, behold the tempter!" said
the drunkard, pointing to the bar.
The argument was irresistible. The
barkeeper flew into a passion, and turned
the poor fellow out of his house without
his dram.—Christian Endeavor World-
Thf Words of a Jadce.
Recently at Newry, Ireland, the judge
in sentencing two men who had been
drinking together, and who were charged
with having stolen money, said: "It was a
terrible thing, at recurring sessions, to see
magistrates voting for the increase of
these plague spots, as if these places did
no harm. He only wished that the magis
trates would accompany him all through,
and hear the cases, both on the criminal
and civil side of the court, and they would
understand, as he now did, that near.y all
the crime, and five-sixths of the poverty
of the country, was caused by the publie
house. He thought that every man who
voted for a public house under ordinary
circumstances was a criminal himself."
Drtinkennem In Knifland.
The Rev. ,T. Q. A. Henry, Superintend
ent of the New York Anti-Saloon League,
lias begun his crusade in England, at the
invitation of the Free Churches, holding
the first of his seventv-five meetings in
London. The Rev. Mr. Henry thinks
there is more drunkenness in England
than in the United States, especially
among women. He points out that one
third of the arrests for drunkenness in
that countrv during the year 1900 were ot
women.
Swede* Tallest in the World.
According to statistics just published thte
Swedes are the tallest people in the world.
The Norwegians were a little taller un
til some ten years ago, but the Swedes
have outgrown them by the fraction of a
centimetre.
The Swedish conscripts, aged twenty
one, average a height of 170.1 centime
tres. showing a steady increase siiice 1841,
when their average stature was 107.
This is quite an unparalleled develop
ment of the race, and is thought due in no
small measure to the diminution of drain -
unuess iu Sweden.