a —————e XE a ——t A NS er RR —_—- ® wa Wri . a AT ~ " THE SEA GULLS. floor. “How dare they say such things irksome. In the case of the “hobos,” CUSTOM OF PARLIAMENT. pk about my Frank?” TR A MPS ARE M ARC HING the change i , for dissipa- = ; ©, the sweeping swing of the blue-gray And O, for the chance of that wild, Yes, but listen to it all, my dear— ; tion and precarious ng in the win- | How Strangers Sometime Wander win As fer circle before the eye, And the swerving dip of the breast adrip Of the gulls that seaward fiy! They hang and balance, they waver and float With an idle air and an aim remote, Then suddenly cleave the sky! And naught know we of their query or quest free lance Of a bird with a tireless wing! Hear the tern’s coarse cry as the clouds loom black, As the white-taps sur, pest’s track, These warders of sea-farers’ fate, Ahover at Damme C arey 's gate. The white sails scurry! The wi inds blow strong ce on the tem- As they pause a breath on a blue wave’s Hear them shriek aloud their discord- breast, ant song Or the secrets hid in the closing blue ‘Beware the sea! Bew: are the seal ‘Where they sail and sail and are lost to view O, the fret and worry, the cark and care They stifle us here ashore! 0, to breathe aloft in the swift free air, Away from the world and its grim despair, To be fetterless evermore; To follow to bournes of the fabled Man’s implacable enemy! Song the bold young Vikings heard Far in the North, from the war ning bird: Song of the years on the vac ant seas, Far as thé earth’s antipodes. This witches bird with the moan of . man, % This gr ay old, wand'ring ¢ harlatan Hath Rept in calm and in booming Spring. bree Where youth's gay fountains lisp and His en with the ghostly, changing sing, seas. —Nancy Eaton Waterhouse, in the Criterion. The Unruly M Member. By HELEN FORREST FORREST GRAVES. 3 Phen You would have recognized Rose Lodge as the residence of an unmar- ried female, had you seen it in Rus- | sia or Japan, or on the very shore of the Ganges! It bore the nmiatatanic | impress of single bledsédness on. its pprtico and front steps—the box- edged | borders spoke it as plainly as if every leaf and twig had been a voice. ‘The very dead leaves and failen rose petals did not have a chance to wither away in peace on the closely | [ “Do you know. the Winstons?” she | asked of Mrs. Maj. Murrell. : ‘The young people who have just retin Frankland . Cottage? No, but my brother, George, knows Mr. Win- ston.” “Ah!” sighed Mrs. Carroll, “how Tit | tle young folks dream what's in store { for em in this wicked world. Else they'd all stay single, that’s my opin- {ien.” “What do you mean?’ Tt an @emanded shaven grass, but were whisked away | Mrs. Murrell. . with-a garden broom almost ere they | Jon’t you know?” were fallen, and the flowers blowed «I can't possibly imagine what you're stiffly in geometrically shaped beds, talking about.” while ‘love-in-idleness”’ and ‘bache- “Well, Mr. Winston has left his wife, lor's” buttons were not even tolerated within the green-paiited gates. While the cottage opposite was such a contrast. Built in the simple Gothic style, its casements twined and shaped with clematis and honeysuckle, and its garden walks a graceful wilderness of bloom and fragrance, it had all the as- pect of an inhabitated Eden, and the key of the difference between these two cottages was that cone was peo- pled by a young married couple, the other by a lady of a certain age, and very uncertain prospects of matri- mony. “My dear,” said Mrs. Carroll—Miss Cynthia Arran was receiving morning visitors in her blue, chintz-furnished boudoir, a room which she had fitted up exactly after the description of the boudoir of Lady Blanche Somebody in the last novel that she had perused— “my dear, who are your neighbors?” Miss Peckham put up her eyeglasses, Mrs. Johnson put aside the curtain to obtain a better prospect and Miss Ar- ran answered carelessly: “Oh, a bride and bridegroom, I be- lieve; Agnes Winston and ber hus- band!” “Do you know them?” “Only by sight!” For Miss Cynthia did not deem it necessary to state that she had called on the new arrival, but that Mr. and Mrs. Winston, having somehow heard of Miss Arran’s reputation as a gener- al gossip, and female edition of Paul Pry, had neglected to return the visit. “I know all about ’em;”’ said Mrs. Johnson, mysteriously, wagging the roses in her bonnet front. “He used to visit Amelia Raymond, didn’t he? Peo- ple always thought that would be a match, until Agnes Brown came along. He's a lawyer, isn’t he?” “yes,” sald’ Miss Arran; lawyer.” “Perhaps that’s s he?” questioned Mrs. Johnson, with a nod of the head to- he’s a ward: a black:codted figure 1A" the'shad- | jjeve a word of it!” ow of some lilacs. “It’s all true, nevertheless!’ asserted | “No,” Miss Arran answered, “that’s | Mrs. Murrell. a gardener that comes by the day. “Why, I've been there again and Frank Winston is too fine, it seems, to trim and prune his own trees and | bushes. But he’s in Boston just now —at least that is what their chamber- maid told my maid of all work.” “In Boston!” crwied Mrs. elevating both hands; married three months yet!” “I thought it looked bad,” Miss Arran, business.” “Of all things, I despise gossip,” said Mrs. Johnson. “Does she seem to pine much, dear?” “Not she,” said Miss Cynthia, with a toss of her curls. “I just wish you could hear her sing opera airs at that piano.” “Does he write to her?” “I’ve never seen the postman come Johnson, ““and they not sighed, “but I -make a point of never interfering with my neighbor's and she is there at home singing opera songs to other gentlemen, and the young ccuple don’t even correspond. I believe people think she has discov- ered that he cares more for Melia Ray- mond, his old sweetheart, than he ever did for her. ‘Amelia has an aunt in Boston, and: I shouldn't wonder if he bas gone there for the express purpcse of meeting her.” “You don't tell] me so!” cried Mrs. Maj. Murrell, and away she went, the moment Mrs. Carroll and takén her leave, to see what old Mrs. Ginger thought about it. “Have you heard the sad news about the Winstons?” she asked, untying her hat strings, and fanning herself vio lently. “No; what is it?” asked Mrs. Ginger, pricking up her ears like an ancient war horse at the sound of artillery. “Why he has left her and gone to Boston to meet his old sweetheart, Amelia Raymond, and she is practic- ing for the opera—she always had a good voice you know—with lots of for- eign gentlemen at her house. It is very imprudent of her, under the cir- cumstances, you know what Agnes Brown always was. Maj. Burrell al- ways said that Frank Winston would never make 2a steady husband.” “well, I never!” cried Mrs. Ginger. «I shall see her aunt at the sewing cir- cle this afternoon, and I mean to ask her if it is true.” “Oh, there’s no mistake about it!” said Mrs. Murrell, eagerly. “I had it from the very Best authority.” Yet the good woman really believed what she said. There is no accounting for the glamour that female tongues will cast about female when once the evil spirit of gossip is abroad. “Pooh! stuff and nonsense! Brother George, a good- attorney; when his sister him the “dreadful tidings” now in brisk circulation. "© said imparted to “I don’t be- again since the wedding, and they are the most devoted couple I ever saw.” “Ah!” sigherd Mrs. Murrell, “there for them, very!” George Wrexham pulled his mus- tache in sore perplexity, and when the he walked straight to the telegraph of- fice and sent off a brief message: “To F. Winston, Esq., Parker House, Boston: What's this people are say- ing about you and your wife? Better come home and see about it? “George Wrexham.” Aunt Barbara Brindale, at the sew- ing circle, heard the tidings with in- credulous astonishment. “Our Agness parted from her hus- band and going on the staze!” she there yet, said Miss Arran, mourn- : ; - fully. cried, dropping her thimble in dismay. oan “Fiddlesticks! a likely story, indeed!” CA. hone I Ab—j-Li» groone) Mrs. Johnson But, nevertheless, Aunt Barbara “That's what come of love-matches. I never did believe in ’em, for my part. Well,” rising to go, “1 am sorry they are so ill suited to each other. If I was a little acquainted with her, I'd go over to offer her some sympathy; but folks do say she is too haughty to appreciate any such attention. Pride must have a fall, sooner or later —that’s all I've got to say.” Mrs. Johnson took her leave, and pretty young Agnes Winston, trimming her roses in front of the Gothic cot- tage, never dreamed of the beady black eyes which were watching her, as the elderly widow went by. Or perhaps the sunshine would have been less ra- diant, and a vague fear would have overshadowed the glow and softness of the July atmosphere. Mrs. Carroll had sat, and silently ab- sorbed the conversation in I Ar- rolled up her sewing half an hour ear- lier than usual, and went to Frank- land cottage, to see what on earth it all meant. Agnes Winston welcomed the old lady with a bright smile-—evidently no serpent had as yet stung away her do- mestic peace. “My dear,” said Aunt Barbara Brin~ dale, “when is Frank coming back?” “pay after to-morrow, I suppose,” aid Agnes innocently. “Why?” iss Raymond? Why ause people say together, my dear, > blu Barbara, feeling her self | grow very ho and uncomfortable. ran’s boudoir, but she was “People tell a wicked, turn at the next place at falsehood, then! Cr called. ing her tiny lcocking young | which were | is always something wrong where you | see so much outward show. I'mr sorry | rumor reached him for the third time, | gr is Miss Raymond to ac- | company him?” asked the cid somewhat hesitatingly. 3 Agnes opened her soft blue eyes. should she? lady, | it's the talk o tion. I really think you ought to know it? Aunt Barbara told the whole tale as it had been told to. her,:and Agnes Winston ‘straightway, went-into hys- terics; not that she really believed it— oh, no, she was too loyal- hearted ai wife to do that—but ske' dlways had | felt a sort of lurking jealousy of Ame- lia Raymond, and ¢he had not had a! letter from Frank in two whole day Ss, ! and lessly showered half a pint. of cologne ! in walked Mr. Winston's self.’ “What does all this mean,’ about your going on. the stage?” he demanded fiercely. “Where are the men who are haunting my house in’ my; absence, Agnes? 1 insist on bearing. the “Whole truth at once!” : “You had better go back to Amelia Raymond,” sobbed Agnes, vindictively, and she. cried more bitterly than ever. “Men, indeed! there has been no man about the place but Mike, the gardener, and old Uncle Jocelyn, who brings the daily paper betore we are up in the ‘mérning.” “Children,” said Aunt Barbara, lay- ‘ing a warning hand on, Frank's arm as he was about to burst forth in recrim- ination, “hush! and let's have matters explained. It scems to me we have all allowed ourselv es to become the fools of gossiping tongues. 2 And she related, .plainly and suc- cinctly, what she’ had heard, and ‘how it had reached her, tracing the tofigue of venom back ‘to Mrs. Carroll and Miss Arran, with pretty direct accur- acy. Agnes burst out laug hing through her tears. : “Frank,” said She, “we might have known better than to ‘bélieve such idle gossip. Let ‘us treat it as we would idle wind.~ I never dreamed of leav- dng you, or of going on the stage.” “And 1 haven't seen Amelia Ray- mond since she was here to tea, a month ago,” said Winston, with some- thing like a smile dawning on his puz- zled countenance. “Let it be a lesson to you, children,” said Aunt Barbara, kindly, “to trust one another in spite of everything, and not to believe more than one-sixteenth part of what you hear in this world.” And the world, which had prepared itself for all the delicious items of a divorce suit, was disappointed, after all.—New York Weekly. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. ——— In the flash of an electric spark 125 millionths of a second in duration a rifle ball can be photographed in its flight. Though more populous than this country, the Russian empire has but 800 newspapers. The number in this countr y is 22,000. Thirty convicts recently escaped from the Nikolosk-Ussuri jail in Sibe- ria by driving a tunnel 180 feet long under the building. No tree has ever been found larger than the Sicilian “chestnut of a hun- ‘dred horses.” It is<no less’ than 304 feet in circumference. The coronation robe presented to the empress of Russia was of fur. It weighed only 16 ounces, yet was worth $6000, or $365 per ounce. The life, bf 2 dime is only four or five years, because it changes hands 10 times while a half a dollar is moved | once from one person’s pocket into the till sof ‘anoiher. + Carts, Wagons, drays, trucks, ete, are not employed largely in Syria and | Palestine. On the farms a wagon of | any description is hardly ever seen. | Grain is brought in on the backs of | camels and donkeys. Delivery wagons are unknown in Syrian cities. M. Maximin Crappier, an inhabitant of Caix, France, who recently died in bis 90th year, was the head of a family, | which for patriarchal size beats all | records in the world. Himself the eld- | est of.10 children, his mother at her death in 1880, at the age of 94, could boast of 144 children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. M. Crappier, during bis lifetime, became an uncle “or great-uncle no fewer than 263 times. A remnant of the Seris tribe of In- dians inhabits the island of Tiburon, in the gulf of California, and is ruled entirely by the women. Formerly the tribe numbered about 5000. but is now shrunk to a few hundred, living a life of almost complete isolation, and re- fusing to intermarry with any of the Indians of the mainland. The woman is master of the household, and a coun- cil of matrons is at the head of pub- lic affairs. It is not known just how long mos- quitoes can live, but their average life is much longer than is ordinarily sup- posed. Thousands of them live through winter, “hibernating or asleep in dark places in barns Or house cel- lars. In sparsely settled localities, where they cannot find such places for shelter, they live through the winter in hollow trees, and. even though the <emperature may fall far below freez- they are not winter- killed, but on arm weather be- { ing, ’ | the approach of come active nh i Isiangs ed fac >» Friendly od humoi color, surly. the town, and such rum- | ors must have some shadow of founda- { over her niece, the door flew open and | i WAYS OF THE {E HOBO NOMADS DURING THE SUMMER. The Army Has Its Advanced Guards and Details Somewhat on Military Lines—Enemies of the “Yeggmen” —Water Tank Register This is moving time for tramps as : well as for. respectable householders, and the usual exodus from New York | has begun. Naturally, the great at- | traction this year is St. Louis, where the wayfarers look for a:harvest from the Exposition crowds. Fully 5000 | But just as Aunt Barbara had reck- | “hobos,” “yeggmen,” and gypsies will ' go from this city alone, the great ma- jority beating their way on freight ‘trains. For the St. Louis trip, New’ Brunswick, N. J. is the' first stopping ‘place. From there on the ‘‘jumps” will ‘be long or short, according to the trav- ‘elers’ fancy. Some think nothing of a , “jump” of 200 or 300 ‘miles; others ‘camp every 50 or.75 miles. / The army has its advance guards and details somewhat on military lines. The “cat” goes first; he looks around— “feels his way,” as the fraternity puts it—and gelects .a site for a camp for his. partieular gang. The “cat” is cho- sen for his innocent appearance. He is followed by the, “gay cat” who looks over the “cat’s” work and makes such changes as he deems desirable. The “gay cat’s”’ special duty is to see that the gamp is so located as to be conven- ient to foed supplies, and, if the camp be, of ‘“veggmen,” that opportunities for plunder are convenient. After these preliminaries are settled the “hobos” or ‘“yeggmen’” follow. These two classes are entirely distinct, the former embracing the ordinary wanderers, while the “yeggs” are thieves by occupation. Not that the “hobos” will not steal, for they will take almost anything that 100ks easy, will rob a drunken man or a sleeper. and will even rob each other; but their main effort is to satisfy their craving for a wandering life without work, while the “yegg” belongs to a distinctly criminal class. The “hobo” and the ‘“vegg’ are violently antago- nistic, and frequently clash; then the newspapers print a brief account of the finding of a tramp's body aloag some railroad track. Usually in such cases he has been thrown from a mov- ing freight car, or ‘done up’ with a coupling pin near some camp Or reg- istering place. This enmity is due to the habit the “yeggs’ cultivate of following a “hobo” gang, counting on laying on the latter's shoulders the blame for thefts committed by them- selves. With both gangs go the “Proosh- ians,” as they are called—Dboys, usually, who have been stolen, and are actu- ally slaves. If held by a “yeggman” the ‘“Prooshian” is used to a “stall”; he ‘steals small articles for his master, or if a large job, such as robbing a house, is in hand, he is put in at a window and unlocks a door to let the gang in. This method is usually fol- lowed only in the case of a house that is temporarily vacant. The ‘hobos” utilize their ‘“‘Prooshians’” for begging purposes, and they usually prove suc- cessful in persuading women to make liberal gifts of food. ‘Both classes of tramps have thor- ough methods for keeping track of members, not only that ‘‘pals” may find each other readily, but to post their fellows on the chances in a new town. Their secret marks on houses and fences, denoting the liberality or stinginess of the dwellers, have often been described. These form only a part, however, of the sign language. At every ‘camp’ registering is done as faithfully as though the tramps were guests at some fine hotel. NO books are used, of course, the record being made on wood. The big water tanks along railroad lines are usually covered with rudely cut initials and signs, and board fences are to be seen similarly decorated. The record is brief. Suppose a “hobo” known as “Peoria Jim” strikes New Brunswick, bound for New York; he cuts into the wood with his clask knife the brief legend “Peoria Jim, B.E., Oct. 20.” The «“B. E.” stands for “bound east,” and any of his friends readily understand that Jim is to be found in New York, probably on the Bowery, if in the late fall or winter. This date make it possible to tell if Jim was a recent vis- iter. This registration is of especial value in the fall, for then one’s pals can be located with considerable cer- tainty. Every “hobo” or “yegg’” has his dis- tinctive title, usually based either on his home city, on some physical defer- mity or characteristic, or on some feat performed while on the road. This nom de plume is called by them a “nomak- er.” Strangers are added to the ranks of the tramps constantly. They usually are attracted to the life by sheer laz- iness or family troubles, and begin their wandering career under the tute- lage of an old-timer. Both the “yeggs” and the “hobos” regularly initiate these recruits, having different forms of initiation, varying with circum- stances and the surroundings of the gang. Sometimes a new brother is made to “bum the town” for two or three days, begging and stealing food supplies, while the gang stay in camp, lazily enjoying themselves. Naturally the recruit does the best to prove his worth. About 500 gypsies also winter in this city, mostly on the East side in the neighborhood of the Astoria ferry at Ninety-ninth street, and on the West side, between Twenty-seventh and For- tieth streets. They are getting out in the country, too, at this time, gather- ing new stocks of horses to trade and of heavy rainfall, bubbling up with a ter place them in pretty poor physic- af condition, and their lives would be materially shortened were it not for their life in the open -air.—New YOrX Post STRANGE AUSTRIAN LAKE. Its Waters Marvelously Dicappear and Reappear. Around the head of the Gulf of Trieste, in the southern part of Aus- tria, and extending across the base of the Istrian peninsula, is a plateau of limestone which presents some pecu- liar phenomena, sars an exchange. Full-grown rivers issue from its sides, disappear under other hills, to reappear later at some distant point. Mysterious springs rise through the bottom of the Bay of Trieste, in times violence sufficient to endanger small craft. In the heart of Cherso island, which is in the middle of the Gulf of Quarnero, is the Lake of Vrana. It is surrounded entirely by hills, and lies in a basin said to be forty-five fathoms deep. The level of the wat- er is reputed to be at least forty feet below the level of the sea about the island. It has no apparent affluent or effluent, vet the waters are always fresh and cool. It is believed the lake is fed by some subterranean pas- sage, leading out under the bay from the Istrian Alps; possibly from Monte Maggiore itself. Some distance to the northward is a lake which disappears for weeks at a time. This sheet of water, known as the Lake of Zirknitz, is about four miles long and from two to three miles broad. Villages, chapels and castles are reflected in its waters. Frequently in July, although not every year, the waters begin to disap- pear, and in August the bed. 50 feet below the surface zt some points, at times gradually appears. From 20 to 25 davs are recuired for the entire lake to be discharged. When the bed is revealed the peasants plant crops of barley where only a short time before, they were drawing their nets. The bed remains uncovered sometimes for many weeks. The peas- ants gather their barley and hay from the bottom in the meantime. Then, with a rush. the waters return, the basin being refilled sometimes in a pe- riod of 24 hours. The limestone which forms the bed is perforated with a vast number of caverns and fissures. Nearly 30 of these are visible. They are funnel- shaped, and some of them are 50 feet deep. The peasants give them names such as the Kettle. the Sieve, etc. There are 28 openings which draw water off, only 12 of which both draw off and discharge water. They con- nect with caverns and subterranean passages penetrating beneath the sur- rounding mountains. In this neigh- borhood, also. is the Grotto of Adels- berg, the largest known cavern in Europe and ore of the most beautiful in the world. It has been explored for a distance of four or five miles. Through a portion of it flows the River Polk. which takes this subter- ranean method of reaching its destina- tion. : e § Besides the fantastic caves and grottoes are deen pits, varying in di- ameter from a few feet to several miles, some of them having forests and agricultural lands at their bot- toms. Parade of Child Laborers. Chicage is to be shown in dramatic fashion how many thousands of chil- dren are employed in its industries. The Federation of Labor is planning for a great child labor demonstration for the Fourth of July, when zll the juvenile toilers of the city will be in- vited to march through the streets, bearing banners announcing their tasks. An outing in Lincoln park will complete the day’s program. “The demonstration will afford an object lesson to the citizens of Chi- cago,” said Organizer John Fitzpatrick of the federation, who has charge of the affair. “It will show what an army of little ones who toil at ages when they should be in school the city supports. We have chosen Indepen- dence day for two reasons. It is the only day in warm weather which the children will have to themselves, and it will suggest freedom and equality, whose disappearance has made such extensive employment of children pos- sible. “I believe there will be 20,000 little ones in line. They will come from the sweat shops, the candy factories, laundries, stcres and telegraph com- panies. Every line of industry wiil contribute its part.” Caring for the Old. One thing is very hard for us to realize, and that is that old people, though so childlike in many ways— in innocence, in lovablenes, often, too, in eager interest in the activities go- ing on about them—are not at all childlike in one important particular; they are not teachable. Nor is this their fault, but the fault of old age itself, of that hardening of the tis- sues of brain and nerve which consti- tutes old age. The spirit dwelling within may be gently meek and full of humility and wisdom; but the organ- ism no longer nimbly responds. A sort of slow petrifaction is going on, and although in noble aatures this process results in preserving thoughts and feelings of fernlike delicacy in imperishable beauty, yet it does not itself to the reception of new im- ions. The central growth may go on», and new ideas which harmonize sell. and telling fortunes. They, like | the tramps, welcome the coming of warm weather, for life in the city is | wits the old may be received into the organism, but surface things, such as dailr habits are set beyond alteration. —Harper’s Bazar. [0 Within Sacred Precincts. The stranger within the parliamen- tary gate (at Westminster) continues periodically to excite a good deal of interest. The elective chamber resembles Vir- gil’'s Avernus in that there are many easy and different approaches to it, and that night and days its portals, at least, are open tc the crowd. Un- authorized entrants may, therefore, now and then elude the most sphynx eyed of doorkeepers. Never in my time has the casual invader actually voted in a division. 1 have repeatedly seen strangers from Westminster hall, mixed up in a little group of M. P.’s, pass unchal- lenged through the lobby, then in- troducing themselves to the interior, find sitting-room below the gangway —for a time. The moment of detec- tion and ejection, sooner or later, in- variably comes. In 1876 two strayed revelers from the licensed victualers’ -dinner table walked in unnoticed, perhaps even not quite conscious, and sat down not far from the sergeant-at-arms, within three feet of so sympathetic a neigh- bor as the great teetotaler, Sir Wilfrid Lawson himself; they remained there nearly half an hour. They might have stayed longer Lad not one of them caused his companion to laugh immediately by the sugges- tion that he should cail on Mr. rBak. er for a song. In the summer of 1878, during. the debate on the calling of Indian troops to Europe, a deeply iuterested visitor, not hearing quite well from his proper place below the gallery, moved sev- eral yards up, so as to be quite ‘close to the member on his legs, who Hap- pened to be Sir George Campbell. He only reached the place of new members waiting to be. sworn; of these there were several. Only an in- discreet exhibition of interest in the debate disclosed the intruder, who just as he waited an opportunity of getting nearer to the Speaker, found himself a prisoner and in course of removal by the sergeant-at-arms. Very often these experiences at His Majesty's theatre royal of St. Steph- en's pased frem the purely comic in- to the broadly farcial. In the old days the visitor unfurnished with a mem- ber’'s card cculd generally get into the gallery by giving a silver coin to the custodian. Hence, of course, many more or less authentic stories of droll mistakes. Toward the close of the last century the sergeant-at-arms amused his guests in ‘Gossett’s room” by telling how a successful applicant for admission showed his gratitude by pressing half a crown into the terrible official’s palm. Similarly Disraeli’s atorney-general, politely giving an “order” to some one he overheard asking for the absent Sir John Cross, received sixpence. For an exactly similar service an eloquent Irish member, A. M. Sullivan, was re- warded with twice that sum. The third Marquis of Salisbury, prime min- ister till 1902, once showed himself equally obliging, but was less lavish- ly recompensed; the stranger whom he had helped out of some small dif- ficulty could only put in his hand ‘some coppers to get a glass of beer.— T. H. S. Escott, in Chamber’s Journal. Fighting Labor Legislation. Lately the labor leaders, it is claimed, have come into possession of many confidential documents of the National Association of Manufactur- ers which bear directly upon pending labor legislation and whieh in their opinion will assist them jin the pres- entation of their arguments for various bills. Several days ago the Star print- ed an extract from a document cof this character which bore upon the anti- injunction bill and which urged the various associations and employers to petition the members of the house committee on judiciary to. make an un- favorable report upon the measure. Within the past few'days, the offi- cials of the federation have, it is said, come into possession of confidential documents of the Employers’ associa- tion bearing upon the eight hour bill with reference to the necessity of unit- ed action among the employers to ac- complish the defeat of the bill. Al- though one of the documents bears a date of several months ago, the labor leaders are of the opinion that like letters are at present being circulated by the Employers’ “association in the hope of ultimately defeating the eight hour bill. The document referred to is signed by President D. M. Parry.— Washington Star. The Lapis Lazuli. It is a new trait in the commercial relations of the peoples of the earth that minister of finance in one coun- try should make an elaborate present to one of the most powerful guilds in another. The Russians employ a very effective method of mosaic, using es- pecially turquoise and lapis lazuli, with metal or stone background, an art they may have inherited from By- zantium when they were Christianized by Cyril and Methodius. The large vase, which will be presented to the New York stock exchange by the Rus- sian minister of finance. is of white marble and stands four feet high. It is said to be richlr decorated with lapis lazuli, a stone so greatly valued by Russians that the finest specimens are for the most part absorbed by the subjects of the Czar, so that they are rather dificult to nrocure in other Jjands, especially in America. 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