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THE BACHELOR'S CHILD.
He tosse her above hi head,
He romp until hie face is red,
He hold" her rm'-length just to lee
The wonder of her witchery;
He talks in language soft and slow
That only babies know,
' lie pauses now and then to gaz
: Far off, as if 'twere in a maze,
And then with sudden sigh and atsrt
lie pre her unto his heart.
He sit her highne on his knee
And hums her nursery melodies,
He shakes her rattle, jingles Mis.
And, oh, such wondrous stories tells;
He lifts her little face to lay
Its softness on his own, and play
Her dimples were the deep wherein
A thousand drops of dew had been
And with his lips upon the brink
He'd lean to them to kiss and drink.
AT THE
By AGNES LOUISE PROVOST.
"Isn't there going to be a storm,
captain?"
"Humph! I guess there Is, but I'd
be much obliged it It would wait un
til next week."
Captain Japhet Trail stood In the
doorway of the little life-saving sta
tion and surveyed the weather indi
cations with disapproving eye. A
rising wind was blowing in from the
sea, whistling a low note among the
dead grasses and patches of scrub
pines. Out at sea it whipped the
sullen green expanse into ominous
little whltecaps; on shore the boom
of each wave striking the Sand was
heavier than it had been two hours
before, and the undertow which
sucked back the swirling waters was
perceptibly swifter. On the captain's
right was a huge beam, once part of a
vessel, half-buried In the sand, and
on it a young glii perched comfort
ably, watching the head ot the life
saving crew with interested eyes.
She had just come down here, a
good two miles from home along the
wiud-swept beach, but Jean Redfleld
was a good walker, and only her red
cheeks and tossed hair showed what
a fine struggle that strong east wind
had given her.
"Why next week?"
"Don't want any wrecks now," he
said, briefly. "I'm Bhort-handed.
Won't you come in and get warm?"
Jean hopped briskly down from
the beam and followed Captain Trail
into the hospitable warmth of the
life-saving station. It was always a
fascinating place to her. Her host
was silent for a few moments, and
then started his remarks where he
had left off. The station was Isolated
and lonely, and he enjoyed the girl's
.daily visits.
' "Peters la away," he volunteered.
"Billy's got the lumbago, and there's
nobody but me and the Prices and
your folks that can get together in
any kind of a hurry."
'But we don't often have wrecks?"
"M'm, no, they don't often come
close enough to shore along here, un
less they lose their bearings. 'Taln't
safe. But there was the bark Polly
Sannders, that was beat to pieces
right before folks' eyes four years
ago,, and every soul on her drowned.
It was the next summer that the
gov'ment built this station, and 'long
in November comes another tearing
big storm, and a wreck with it. We
saved every life on that one, down to
' a cat that came ashore clawing tight
to a keg, nnd was fished in by Eb
Peters. You were away to school
then, I ree'lect. That was the last,
sissy, but we ain't anxious for any
more. These February gales is mean
things to deal with."
Jean's eyes were big with attentive
Interest. She had heard the same
thing many times, but it was ever
fresh to her. She had never seen a
wreck in her life. Her father had
moved hero from an inland village a
few years before, but each succeeding
winter she had been away at school,
and only the letters from homo told
her what terrible things the sea did
In the winter months. She walked
round slowly, examining for the
fiftieth time the simple appliances of
the life-savers.
"It must bo wonderful to rescue
people like that," she said. Impetu
ously. "Being a slt'l Is dreadfully
humdrum, Captain Trail. I think I
should be happy all the rest of my
life if I could do some of the things
you do."
"You'd get most awful wet lots of
times," remarked the captain, prac
tically, " and pounded black and blue
with the waves, and froze stiff's a
board. Don't you fret about being a
girl, sissy. We can't get too many
of the right kind. Must you go?"
"Oh, yes, mother Is still away, you
know, and I must gut home in time
to have supper ready for father and
the boys. You have no idea how
hungry they are when they come
home these cold days. Come up to
supper some night, and I'll show you
how boardlng-Bchool girls can cook."
She was gone with a bright nod of
farewell, bending her head bofore the
blast of wind which struck her as she
opened the door. It seemed to have
Increased in violence in the last teu
minutes. A fine spray was flying in
with it, the clouds were gray and
hung low, and the bare fields stretch
ing Inland looked bleak and chlllv.
She walked more rapidly going
back, for, as she had said, thore was
a generous hot supper to be prepared
for her father tnd brothers. This wn
her first winter at home after all tha
lun una business of boarding-school
days, and had it not been for th
manifold duties of the house sha
would have boon sadly lonely it
times, for the dear little mother had
broken in health, and was away tor
jong rest.
In spite of hor warm wraps, Jeun
began to feel chilled before the first
mile was covered. Au she reached
home, a few scurrying snowflakos be
gan to fall, and sho looked anxlouidy
out at the heaving sea, remembering
wiiui lapmin Trail hal said.
Jean found it almost lmnoaslhio n
sleep that wight. , The noUe of the
sea bad deepened into a heavy rour,
and the wind buffeted the house until
very umber seemed to b aaun.tr.
fng a protest. Half a dozen times she
awoite, ana the last tlma, about 4
Ha lets her sink upon his breast, .
He sings her little lay of rent.
And when her little eyes are closed
And all her baby (trace reposed,
H sits beside her little cot
Thinking of things so long forgot, 1
So far adowix the long ago
Whcrefrom the tender echoes flow
Of songs he heard, of gay love-rhyme1,
On lips who roses fade ketime.
Be still the shadow fill hi room!
A wrinkled, lonely bachelor' doom
To yearn for things that passed him by,
To hold the memory of a sigh,
To glimpse the shadow of a face
Once sunhright with it girlish grace,
To toss in play and sing to sleep.
When all the lonely shadows creep .
And o'er his heart a tignre gleams-
The little baby of his dreams!
Haiti more Sun,
WRECK.g
o'clock in the morning, It was with a
new sound in her ears, a muffled
boom, which was neither sea nor
wind. As she flew out ot bed she
beard It again, and a moment later
her brother Dick pounded on her
dpor.
"Hey, Jean? Did you hear the sig
nal-guns? There's a wreck! We're
going!"
'Oh, watt for me! I'll be there in
two minutes! Do wait!"
"Well, you must hurry! We have
work to do."
Dick bounded down the hall to
complete his own hasty toilet, and
Jean's fingers flew. Every hook and
button seemed to escape her excited
grasp, but nevertheless she was down
stairs in an Incredibly short time,
bundled In her warmest wraps. She
clutched at her father's arm as they
started out, half-frightened by the
blackness and violence of the storm.
Dick and Will were running ahead,
and they gave a shout as a rocket
suddenly shot up offshore.
"She's right off here!" Dick called
back. "Captain Trail has two miles
to come! Let's go meet him and help
drag up the stuff."
They turned abruptly down toward
the life-saving station, but they had
not gone far before they met Captain
Trail and the two Prices, dragging
the little mortar as they ran, panting
with haste and looming up like huge
bears in their oil suits. Captain Trail
shook his head as Mr. Redfleld shout
ed a question to htm over the tumult
of wind and waves.
"It's pretty bad!" he roared back,
hoarsely. 'There ain't a boat made
that could be launched or landed in
that surf. We've got the breeches
buoy, but I don't know how we're go-
Ins to get a line to 'em lit this wind!
Come on, she may go to pieces any
minute."
Jean shuddered, but in spite of her
self her heart gave a leap ot excite
ment. The breeches-buoy! How
many times she had hovered around
it in the life-saving station, getting
Captain Trail to tell her how it was
that people came ashore in that little
thing, with only a rope above them
and a black and boiling surf beneath!
She would see it! If human hands
could do It this night, she would see
that shipwrecked crew come ashore
In it, one by one, over that howling
tumult of waves. She was almost
crying with excitement as she looked
over toward the dim figures ot her
father and the boys, and thought that
they were lending a generous hand to
this fine work.
Another rocket went up from the
distressed vessel, and Captain Trail
sent up an answering signal from the
shore, volunteering the shouted opin
ion that she was a three-masted
schooner, and by her location must
be grounded and in momentary dan
ger of being pounded to kindling
wood, but to Jean there was nothing
but a shapeless blot against the dark
ness. Ugh! How cold it was! .,
With terrible earnestness the men
on shore bent to their work. In the
gloom their faces were strained and
anxious, and Captain Trail's quick
orders showed him an entirely differ
ent man from the bluff, good-natured
sailor of the afternoon before. One
two three four five life-rock
ets soared out one by one toward the
vessel, but each time the wind sent
the rescuing line wide ot its mark.
Captain Trail Bhook his head impa
tiently, and tossed the sixth life
rocket aside, turning his attention to
the hooked projectile which the life
saving mortar threw out. Perhaps
that would do better.
Jean shivered and drew her wraps
closer. The darkness was slowly be
ginning to lift, although she could
not yet distinguish the outlines of the
unfortunate vessel.
The snow ot the afternoon before
had turned to a fine sleety rain,
which. froze as it fell; the waves were
mountains of angry foam, and a fly
ing spume cut the face like needles.
Little icicles dripped everwhere. How
terrible It must be for the poor souls
out there!
Suddenly the slender line was shot
out over the waves, and Jean strained
ber eyes to follow it, but it was lost
in the gloom. It fell short, and at
the Bocond trial the wind beat it back
like a feather; but Captain Trail sot
his teeth and waited for a momentary
lull. Then there were a few seconds
of aching Buapense, followed by a
lusty cheer from the shore as the
tightening of the line showed that
eager hands were fastening it to the
mast. A little more of the good work
and the first sailor would be making
that wonderful journey toward land.
Jean's heart was pounding with
excitement, but as she moved nearer
she heard the words, "Perishing cold,
poor souls!" jerked out grimly by
her fathor as he worked, and a nud
den idea came which nearly took hor
breath away. Less than an eighth
ot a mile away the light In their
kitchen window shone like a friendly
beacon. The Bailors would be
dragged to shore drenched, numUqd,
exhausted. The limited hospitality
ot the life-saving station wan two
miles away on one sldo, and the vil
lage a mile and a halt on the other.
Her own home was the nearest, and
he she was hostess while her
mother was away.
0
IToldlng her lips tight for fear the
good determination would somehow
escape, Jean turned and ran for
home, not daring to look back again
at the buoy, now bobbing out bravely
over the crashing waves. It was still
fairly dark, and bushes and shadows
took on terrifying shapes, but there
was no time to be frightened. Into
the kitchen she darted like an Im
petuous young cyclone, threw her
wet coat on a chair and commenced
to work energetically at the fire.
It seemed hours bofore the fire
would burn properly, and whole ages
before the kettle finally began to sing,
out all the time she was rushing bus
ily round, starting up the fire in the
chilled sitting room, opening the
spare room, bringing out extra
blankets, and doing everything which
could minister to the comfort of half-
frozen guests. Once she paused, be
tween a sob and a laugh, and wiped
her eyes.
"I know I am too greedy and
selfish to live, but I did so want to see
them bring the crew ashore. I'll
never get another chance, never!"
When she hurried out again, the
gray of a wintry dawn showed the
dismantled hulk ot a vessel offshore,
pounded by huge racing waves which
seemed about to engult her. The
little group on the shore was now
much larger, re-enforced by people
who had hurried down from the vil
lage, and they all were gathered
about a drenched, storm-exhausted
group of seamen. One ot them lay
flat on the sand, with several people
working over him.
A'fem moments lator her father
and Captain Trail, standing side by
side, looked down in amazement at
a slender, breathless girl, swaying
under the weight of a kettle which
gave out the most enticing odor ot
hot coffee. Over her left arm she
carried several cups, strung by their
handles over a bit of string.
"You can bring them all up to
our house!" she panted. "It's warm
and bods ready and here's some
hot coffee for them for all of you.
O Captain Trail, have they all come
In?"
She laughed next day aa she re
called the desperate emphasis she laid
on the word "all," but Captain Trail
had had girls ot his own, and he un
derstood in a minute. Her father
patted her shoulder comfortingly.
and smiled over ber head at the cap
tain as he took the kettle away from
her.
"Why, no, sissy, not quite," said
Captain Trail, cheerfully. "You're in
time to see the last and best man of
all. We've just sent out for the cap
tain. Stand right here. Your pa'li
look after the coffeo."
A few moments later it was r.ll
over, and she had seen it. The waves
were bounding high over the schooner
Beresford, but her captain, dragged
out ot the very teeth ot the surf,
stood in the midst ot his crew, and
offered a grateful hand to Captain
Trail.
"You are brave men, sir. You have
savd every soul ot us, and I did not
think there was a man alive could do
it."
Before them all Captain Trail
reached out bis big, rough hand and
drew Jean toward htm.
'We only did our part, sir, only our
part. Cap'n, let me introduce my
first mate. She's here to keep you
alive, now that you've landed. Try
some of her coffee. It's first-rate."
Half a year later, when Jean, a
rather young but very ambitious
teacher, had taken her first school In
a near-by town, she received a pack
ago with a foreign postmark. On a
little slip inside was written, "Com
pliments of the Boresford," and un
derneath it was a gold chain ot quaint
and delicate workmanship, with a
pendant attached. On one side of the
pendant was engravedatiny echoonor,
and on the other these words:
Jean Parsons RDflold,
For distinguished services at tho
Wreck ot the Beresford, February
20, 19.
Youth's Companion
A Spanish Seaside Resort.
At San Sebastian there is no such
thing an sensational bathing. Tights
and lace trimmed blouse? in the
water are here unknown. Spanish
women ot high degree are finished
coquettes, but they do not go in at
all for copying the ways ot fashion
ablo beauties.
The bathing dresses worn here are
very similar to those worn at the sea
side places on the English coasts;
very pretty and suitable, but In no
respect sensational. Dark blue serge
trimmed with white braid or crim
son serge. In the mornings the sands
are crowded with bathers and their
friends, but no one dreams of taking
out opera glases, as at Trouvllle.
The whole atmosphere Is different, in
fact.
The royal bathing box drawn up
an rollers on the Bands under the pal
ace gardens is exceedingly pictur
esque; it is built In the Moorish
style, with minarets on either side
and the dome In the middle surmoun
ted by the royal crown in gold. The
whole thing la inlaid with blue and
white enamels, and when in use it la
slowly rolled down to the sea. The
Queen Mother and aluo the young
Queen often use the royal box, but It
Is so placed that they can bathe In
perfect privacy, though the "box" la
not enclosed. London Chronicle.
A Fish Story.
Brown had returned from a fishing
expedition, and, after partaking of
a most welcome dinner, was relating
some of his fishing experiences, says
the Buffalo Times.
"Last year," said he, "while fish
ing for pike, I dropped a half sover
eign. I went to the same place this
year, and after my line bad boen cast
a few minutes I felt a terrlflo pull.
Eventually I landed a fine pike, which
bad swallowed the hook, and on cut
ting it open to release the hook, to
my amazement "
"Ah," .said his friends, "you found
a halt-sovereign."
"Oh, no," replied Brown, "I found
nine shllllnr) sixpence In sliver and
threepence in copper."
"Well, what became f the other
threepence?" queried his friends.
"I suppose the pike to go through
the lock with It," replied Brown.
Cincinnati Commercial Tribune.
CHILDREN OF FLORENCE.
I The WlYCnltfll nf the Tnnnrntl Maet Vamnns
Founding
From the Nlnitetnth Cmtury,
The piazza outsldo the Church of
the Santlssima Annunziata, where for
four and a half centuries childhood
depicted in IU most beautiful and at
the same time its most pathetic as
pect has looked down upon the busy
life forever hurrying by, is perhaps
the place ot all others in Florence
where the inveterate loafer unwilling
to leave the sunshine and satiated for
the moment with the treasures of
church and picture gallery may feel
Justified in lingering. It may be
added that the steps under the
graceful arcade which faces the Inno
centl Hospital offer an obvious and
desirable resting place. An Incessant
stream of life flows dally through
the piazza, trams laden with country
people returning from market bound
for the heights of Flesole, and with
city folk also, perhaps only going a
couple of hundred yards, for nobody
in Florence walks It he can drive;
while long carts of tho country rattle
after them, carrying twice as much of
humanity as they are intended to
hold. And yet this square, one of the
busiest in the city, retains a curious
atmosphere of repose. Possibly it is
because the trafllc never passes or di
verges from Its course to disturb the
harmony about it, but is rather like a
stream flowing through a quiet mead
ow. At least this is how I have
found it on weekdays. On Sundays
and on festas, when the fashionable
world flocks to the Church of the
Annunziata and to the Chapel of the
Innocentl, it is another matter.
ew children are gencraly play
ing, but in a quiet and orderly fash
ion, about the bronze and marble sea
monsters of Tacca, which servo as
fountains. Upon the right the great
bronze statue of Duke Ferdinand the
First seated on his horse gazes for
ever at a blank window in the pal
ace, where once the bust of his lady
smllod back at him. Theirs was
surely a meritorious dllatoriness, for
hod the wooing been conducted with
the heat and fervor extolled by youth
another bloody crime would have
been added to the domestic history ot
Florence. So there he stands, a
mighty monument to the negative
virtue of delay! But it is the lovely
facade of the Foundling Hospital, the
Spedale degl' Innocentl, which gives
its chief beauty and character to the
piazza. To all those who know Flor
ence it is sufficiently familiar. The
long harmonious lines of Brunolles
chi's design, suggesting a rare com
bination of strength and simplicity,
the wide shallow steps, the rounded
columns, and, above the arches, the
della Robbla medallions of the swad
dled babies, the blue of the porcelain
contrasting very graciously with the
sad gray of the stone. Each exquis
ite representation of helpless Infancy
differs from the other, each instinct
with life and grace and pathos. For
more than 400 years the coloring of
these medallions has withstood wind
and weather, for did not Luca find
uut the secret which he transmitted
to his nephew Andreo,. among whose
early work tho medallions have been
classed of beauty In external deco
ration which could safely be used
dove sono acque? In the courtyard
of the hospital, over tho round archer
of the cloisters, tha design ot the'
swaddled babies Is repeated; but
here, though the delicate blue and
gray coloring Is the same, the babies
are only painted upon plaster. Above
them, on the upper story, painted in
the same manner, are the lnstru-
' ments of the passion, the cock of the
Blgallo, and repeated at intervals
the porta, the gate, which Is the
badge of the Guild of Silk Workers.
The building of the Spedale degl'
Innocentl, which muy well, both for
age and beauty as well as for scien
tific development, stand before all the
foundling hospitals of the world, Is
cot so old as the actual society, for
manuscripts containing lists of reg
ulations for such a society fur the
protection of foundling children
dated In the twelfth century exist
among tho archives of Floreuce. But
in the fifteenth century, in 14:! 1,
owing to the eloquent appeal of
Leonardo Brunl, the famous scholar
and secretary of the republic, who, as
his monument in Santa Croco tells
ub, "enjoyed the sunshine of favor
In the palace of Cosimo de' Medici,"
the hospital as we see it to-day was
actually founded. Thero la perhaps
no stronger testimony to the Floren
Ilruin Worker Heir to Insomnia.
The man who works with his
brain, and eBpecIully the profesHlonal
man, is liable to insomnia to a
greater dogree than the man whose
employment does not make a big
Strain on the intellect.
Tho man of business, whose work
is more or less routine, has a far
smaller demand an the nerve of his
brain thun the doctor, who has to
think out every case as it comes
along, and still less the writer, whose
work has to bo the coinage of his
own brain.
Opi of the results ot the big de
mand which personal work makes on
!rofes3lonal men, and especially on
Iterary men, is that they suffer a
pood deal more from insomnia than
the ordinary man, New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
Race WoU ?y Three Indu s.
How an American machinery agent
tic cured an order in Japan Is related
by tho commercial agent ot Jew
South Wales In the Far East, as fol
lows; It was a question ot some lathes
for a large factory which was bolng
Started. They wet: required ot a cer
Ita'n Blze. The ageut for the British
firm said: "That Is three Inches
longer than they arn made, and we
cwu make no alteration." The Amer
ican said: "I will make them to any
ilzt you like." 'The American secured
Hie ordor. U. S. Consular Roport.
Institution.
tine love of little children than is to
be found in the names of the great
masters of that magnificent nerind
who gave their work to adorn with
exquisite and tender sentiment the
refuge of destitute and nameless in-
fancy.
In the gloom of the cloister, over
the entrance to the Church of tha Tn.
noccntl, gleams a beautiful delta
Robbla relief ot the Annunciation,
surounded with its lovely garland ot
cherub heads. In the church Itself,
behind the altar, Ghlrlandajo'a
"Adoration of the Magi," with the
two little murdered Innocents who,
kneeling in their white robes before.
the Saviour, have entered into glory,
conveys the same feeling ot gentle
compassion for the young and help
less which Is the dominating note in
all the decoration of the hospital.
We find It again in the pictures in
the board room, in tha
di Cosimo, Ohirlandajo's predolla,
ana in that most tender picture of
Fllippo Llppi's, in which a boy angel
brings the Christ Child to the Ma
donna. It repeats Itself In the min
utest detail of decoration In the in
terior, in the winged heads of the
puttl over the doorways; and there
is always the same sense of harmony
with Brunelleschrs bold and simple
design, as in tho medallions over the
arcade without. The hospital was
for a time generously assisted by
the Modlcean Grand Dukes, whose
busts Btand under the arcades, pa
trons of the artists who were em
ployed upon the building, but it was
placed at the outset especially under
the management of the Guild ot Silk
Weavers, who endowed It with a tax
on every pound of silk spun or woven
In Florence. Very soon a Papal bull
raised it to the dignity of an "ecclesi
astical place," a dignity which it en
Joys to the present day.
For a time after its foundation
very few babies were brought to the
hospital: nerhans the mothers were n
little shy of the sumptuous building
ana the Grand Ducat patronage.
Their anonymity was, however, com
pletely secured, for the babies were,
as they still are, of so tender an age
that they could be passed through the
bars of a window which has only re
cently been walled up. The first in
fant to be received was baptized on
February 5, 1445, and was named
Agata Smeralda. Gradually in those
early days the society increased its
funds by the absorption of smaller
analogous institutions, such as the
Hospital of La Scala, and in time it
became possessed of considerable
property in the city. Everybody who
knows the streets of Florence must
have noticed over the doors of cer
tain houses the sign of the swaddled
babies, painted oh plaster, which
marks them as the property of the
Innocentl. In spite of bo prosperous
a beginning the Hospital of the In
nocents has passed through more
than one severe financial crisis.
More especially was this the case
during the occupation of the French,
when Napoleon, with his particular
genius for using up waste material,
decreed that all foundlings of the
male sex over the acre of fourteen
should be enrolled In a boy regiment.
while those between eleven and four
teen should be utilized as mldrllnit.
Four centuries and a half have passed
since Agata Smeralda was received,
with how much interest and ill sun.
pressed agitation we may imagine by
the Initiators of this princely scheme.
Much water has flowed under the
bridge since then, and at the present
duy between 7000 and 8000 found
lings are annually supported by the
society, although comparatively few
of them are housed in the actual
building.
The history of the Innocentl Hos
pital Is a curious and instructive
study In evolution. Here the babies
are still swaddled In the approved
Tuscan fashion, which has never
changed with tho ages an3 which Is
immortalized in the della Robbla me
dallions. And not so long ago an ad
ministrative council was formed
whose object Is to soo that every new.
est and most sanitary Invention and
practice Is employed for the benefit
of . these nameless waifs, who are
lodged and fed and nursed upon the
best and most scientific principles In
Europe. No heir to a kingdom could
be reared upon more hygienic meth
ods. The Last Lieutenant-General.
When, in June, 1909, Lieutenant
General Arthur MacArthur, having
reached the age limit for active serv
Ice, retires from the oillce which he
assumed yesterday in succession to
Lleutenant-General Honry C. Corbln
retired for age. the grade of llenten-ant-general
will cease to exist until
revived by act of Congress. The
rank was established as a reward for
exceptional meritorious service in the
army and sevnrHl nf tha ....n ..
distinguished soldiers have held it, 1
niuie, pernaps, the now llontenaut
general cannot be classed with some
of his predecessors In tho exalted po
sltion, he has, nevertheless, earned
honorable place In the list of success
ful military commanders by the char
acter of his services, which began al
most at the outset of the Civil War
and have continued ever since. Gen
eral MacArthur was useful on the
plains, in Cuba and in the Philip
pines rfnd he reachod his present ox
alted rank by regular stages. Provi
dence Tribune.
He Lout Nothing.
. Harry'a mother had given him an
apple and told htm to poel it before
he ate It. Returning to the room
afte ra few moments' absonco, and
seeing no peeling, she asked:
"Did you peel your apple, Harry?"
"Yes," answered Harry.
"What did you do with the peel-
I TllTai?' B Vl A uabail
"Aia them." Harper'a Weekly.
science (w
Up to the present nearly all the
tungsten of commerce has come as a
by-product from the tin-mines ot
Wales.
The Duke of the Abruzzl has
named the three highest peaks of
Mount Ruwenzorl after Queen Mar
gherlta. Queen Alexandra, and King
Leopold.
A new electric plant is being built
near Lille, France, which will start
with a mechanical force .of 6000
horse power, later to be Increased to
10,000. horse power. It will be fitted
with modern machinery and turbine
engines of a new system and will
light 130,000 electric lamps, equiva
lent to 2,080,000 electric candle
power. Certain microbes, called chromo
phagi by Professor Metchnlkoff,
destroy the pigment of the hair by
devouring its coloring substance.
According to the same authority, the
whitening of the hair can be pre
vented by killing the chroraophagl,
and this can be achieved by expos
ing the hair to a temperature of
Blxty degrees centigrade, which is
best obtained by the action of a hot
Iron.
The next time you buy syrup at the
grocery store don't make a point ot
picking out a. pale, light-colored art
icle under the impression that such'
syrup la superior In delicacy to that
which Is darker colored. The ab
sence ot color In these light syrups
is said to be due either to the fact
that all the nutrltfdus qualities have
been refined out of them or else that
they have been diluted with glucose
or bleached with sulphur.
Much Interest is taken in the re
cent opening of a gigantic siphon that'
carries the water of the Aragon and
Catalonia irrigation canal across the'
valleys ot Soso and Ribabona. By'
this means water is brought to more
than 247,000 acres of land hitherto
virtually barren through lack of Ir
rigation. The great siphon consists
of two main tubes, five-eighths of a
mile long, and twelve feet five inches
in diameter, lined with steel plates
three millimeters thick, bound with
iron hoops and encased in concrete.
The tubes have a capacity of 7700
gallons a second.
RED DEVIL PROBLEM SOLVED.
Professor Finds Way to Prevent
Autos From Bothering Horses,
r
This studious and learned little
village, which exists because it is the
seat ot the University of North Caro
lina, does not like the idea ot having
its decorum disturbed by heathen
ish and very modern automobiles and
is doing what It can to keep them out.
The spectacled professors who walk
the long, shady avenues In the after
noon have in the past been thrown
into fits of indignation when an in
sane chauffeur speeded his car by and
left behind a trail of dust and a pro
longed whiff of gasolene.
And then the settled steeds that
drew tho comfortable phaetons of
the professors' wives pricked up their
ears and took fright at the very first
glimpse ot a white or a green or a
red devil.
This last fact caused one member
of the faculty, who is a village Alder
man, to introduce and have passed
an ordinance that makes it a misde
meanor for an auto to exceed a speed
of four miles an hour In the corpor
ate limits. The maximum speed for
vehicles Is six miles an hour.
"Why did you make it four miles
for automobiles?" the professor Al
derman was asked.
"For this reason," he replied.
"It a vehicle sees one ot them com
ing it has the chance to turn, whip
up and keep easily out of its way,
without violating the luw, and if it
hears ono of them coming, why, o
course, it can also whip up and keep
out of Us way by driving straight
ahead."
Tho ordinance is proving a success.
Chapel Hill correspondence ot the
New York Sun.
One of the Family. v" -"Are
you the editor thnt tnlrsa tn
society news?" inquired the caller.
an unaersuea man, with a tired and
timid appealing look on his face.
"Yes, sir," replied the young man
at the desk. "I can take in any kind
of news. What have you?"
"Why. it's this wav." Bald th rnll.
er, lowering his voice. "My wife
gave a small Dartv last nlcht. nnr -
am willing to Daw to have this rimnrt
of the affair put in the paper."
Wo don t charge anything for
publishing socletv
the young man at the desk, taking
tne proffered manuscript and lookinir
it over.
"That's all riEht." was the rB..iv
"YOU don't Understand. I vrnla thla
up myself, and I nut In a linn nr w
that snys, 'Mr. Halfstick assisted his
aiBiingulsliou wife in receiving the
guests.' That's the wav I want it tn
go In, and I don't care if it costs a
dollar a word. I want my friends to.
know, by George! that I still belong
to the family." Harpor'B Weekly.
"Fruitarian."
"Vegetarian" is a very bad word,
rnlsleadlng and misunderstood, and
it repels people from adopting our
diet. It Is a meaningless word.
Whereas "Fruitarian" Is a word of
great beauty and means what it
says.
People often misunderstand thla
word also, and they think It means
living on peaches and .grapes. . But
when they misunderstand it they are
none the less attracted by it, and
therefore In Eugland the great move
pent of the future Is the fruitarian
movement, as it is appealing to the
.cultured, educated and aesthetlo
class and not to that portion ot the
jcomtuunlty that the vegetarian move
ment appeals to, with its three
courses for sixpence diuner.- From a
Letter in the Vegqtarlan Magazine.
m.xroxiNa.
John .Ton? lives with hi wife, also hia
sister and his mother;
He's alwav at the beck and call of one or
of the other
Buttoning, buttoning!
His finiors have been worn to bones, hi
fiingernails to splinters
He's busy through the spring and fall,
the summers and the winters,
Buttoning, buttoning!
His mother and hi sister and his wif
affect the fashion
Of using many linttons and it drive
Jones to a passion.
Buttoning, buttoning!
The buttons on their dresse are the
homeopathie trifles.
And .lone oft thinks a wicked Word
which instantly he stifles.
Buttoning, buttoning!
His wife ha eighty buttons, and hi sister
sixty-seven.
His mother ninety-five, and Jon may lo
his rhanre of heaven,
Buttoning, buttoning!
He cannot read a book, or smoke; tbey al
ways keep him busy, .
And scold him for lus clumsiness until he'
blind and dizzy,
Buttoning, buttoning!
John Jones once had the time to go and
make his chih a visit.
But when his wifev calls. "O. John," hr
never asks. "What is it?"
Buttoning, buttoning!
At night he loses all the rest that should
be in his slumbers
lie's twitching with his fingers and is run
ning over numbers.
Buttoning, buttoning!
They went to an old-fashioned ocial
Jones was hapitv-hearted.
All hough they kept him working for two
huura before they started,
Buttoning, buttoning!
Someliody said: ' Let's play 'Who got
the button!' " Jones went frantic.
And now a trained nurse watches each de
mented act and antic
Buttoning, buttoning!
Chicago Post.
"Bridget, I am going out to-night.'
"And lave the house alone?" Life.
He "I think modern dress reveals
the vanity of the human heart." She
"Oh, I never saw one bo decollete
as that." London Tatler.
In Brooklyn, an eloquent preacher
Said: "The hen is a beautiful creature!"
And the hen, hearing that.
Laid an egg in his nat.
And thus did the hen reward Beecher.
Life.
She "I understand that young
Jenkins is quite a tennis player." He
"Yes, but aside from that, he is
perfectly harmless." New Orleans
Picayune.
"Did he really tell you I had a case
of stage-fright?" asked the amateur
actress. "No," replied the dearest
friend, "he said you were." Phila
delphia Record.
Lady (entering a kitchen and not
ing policeman) "So you are the
brother of my cook. Are you an only
brother?" Officer "I hope so,
madame." Moggendorfer Blaetter.
'Tis sad to see young Newlywed
Kach evening as he labors '
To try and make his little lawn
Look better thun his neighbor's.
-kludge.
"Is your horse afraid of automo
biles?" asked the tourist who was
mending a tire. "No," answered
Farmer Corntossel, "he's hauled too
many of them home for that."
Washington Star.
"Poor man!" exclaimed the good
hearted old lady, "to what do you at
tribute your craving for drink? Is
it hereditary?" "No, ma'am," re
plied Weary Willie; "It s thirst."
Philadelphia Ledger.
Softlelgh "Good evening, Mrs
Moran. I came to see If your daugh
ter, Miss Mabel, would go for a walk
with me." Miss Mabel "How dc
you do, Mr. Softlelgh? I shall be
delighted. Mamma, do I look fit tc
go to a restaurant?" Life.
Sunday-School Superintendent
"So you are the little man that won
the prize books, 'The Lives of the
Saints,' for good behavior. Now,
what are you going to do with the
books, my little man?" Johnny
Mlggs "Gunner change 'em, sir, fef
'Billy der Black Pirate' and 'How
Jimmy Raised der Ranch.' " Life.
Mexico's Now Postoffice.
The first of a superb group of Gov
ernment buildings, most of them al
ready under construction, has just
been finished in Mexico City. The nen
postoflice building, the cornerstone
of which was laid on September 14,
1902, now awaits only the special
furniture ordered from the United
States to be complete.
Architecturally the new postoffice
Is unexcelled by any building in the
country and aa thing ot real beauty
surpasses In the opinion ot man5
even the Congressional library at
Washington. It Is far superior tc
any office building owued by the
United States Government.
The interior of the building is In
rare marbles, mosaics and bronze
Every bit of decoration is ot the fin
est materlul and tho Imitation stone
and marble which have so often beec
remarked In otherwise handsome
buildings In Mexico are nowhere , to
be seen.
The new postoflice building Is the
first Government building in Mexlcc
ot any architectural deslgu worthy of
tho name. It is of fireproof construc
tion, its frame being tho first steel
frume to go up in Mexico City.
Modern Mexico.
Fish in a Mincrul Springy
A remarkable discovery of the ex
istence ot fish in a highly mineral
ized stream, which issues from an
artesian boro at a temperature of
112 degrees, is reported by our Bris
bane corespondent.
Dr. J. W. Barrett and his son,
while out shooting on the Dlllalah
cattle run in Queensland, shad occa
sion to draw a duck they had shot
from a small reservoir that had boen
formed in tha- course of the bora
stream. Movements In the water led
to the discovery that it was alive
with fiish, although it had never boen
artificially stocked aud vai fur dis
tant from any rivers.
A specimen about sit inches long,
resembling a sea Balmou, was secur.1
and shown to Professor Wilson, el
Sydney, who has nat been able t
Identity It. Loudon Dally Mu!L
1.