It is claimed that Greater New fork 1U expend every year $50,000,000 In charity, or 10 for every man, woman and child within its limits. Buasia has the moot rapidly increas ing population of any country in the world. The growth during the last hundred yearn has been a fraction lens than 1,000,000 annually. The New York Tribune think that abbreviation are sometimes objection able, an, for Instance, when the Ten nessee centennial exposition Is re ferred to a "the Tenn. Cent. Show." "One of the greatest victoriea yet achieved for the dairy industry is the enactment and Governor's signatnre of the Illinois law which prohibits the Coloring of oleomargarine," observes Orange Judd Farmer. t 1 Oovemor Tanner of Illinois vetoed the bill to permit the use of voting machines on the ground that such a method of voting would not conform to the constitutional provision that "all votes shall be by ballot." There bas been of late audi an ex traordinary craze for balloon ascents in Vienna, that the municipal council, on aceonnt of the number of accidents, baa issued an order to the effect that "every one who should wish to make balloon ascent must prove that he baa followed the course of aeronautic science. Married men desiring to take part in au aeriul voyage cannot 3o ao without the consent of their wives and children." L' An Arkansas lawyer, who was a native of North Carolina, not long ago wanted to inform a juror, also a native of North Carolina, that they both hailed from the same Mate. Ho he dropped some chewing gum, stepped upon it, ami pretended that bis heel had stuck to the floor. This gave him an opportunity to say that he was a "Tar Heel" and that the warmth of the room had made the tar run. The verdict proved that the Tar Heels Stuck together. Ex-President Orover Clevolaud has declined an invitation to lecture next , winter in the young men's course at Jamestown. "You nay be sure," he writes, "that if I could bring myself to the conclusion of delivering lec tures anywhere, I would choose James town as the place in which to begin the new departure. Inasmuch, how ever, as I have determined not to enter the lecture field, I feel con strained to decline your gratifying in vitation. " i Justice Dean of the supreme court of Pennsylvania thinks the shirking of jury duty by the average citizen is high crime. "I would," he says, "take the banker from his desk, the editor and professor from their ohaiis, the preacher from his pulpit, and put them in the jury-box. Instead ef leaving to thera the sole port of criti cising and denouncing courts and juries, I would make jury duty as im perative and as certain as payment ol taxes on a house and lot." ' Cyclists who from hygienic motives, sternly deny themselves a drink when parched with the thirst of exertion and the dust of the country road, will be comforted by the views of Dr. Lucas Championniere of Paris, an eminent authority on the subject, who recom mends during exercise as much drink as the cyclist can comfortably swal low and how n)uch that is! but no olid food. It is useless to eat dur ing violent exeroise, he declares, but it is important to drink, and if the body is in good condition the only re sult of even repeated "quenchers" is 'a decrease in weight. French cyclists are said to be in want of a patron saint. Dr. Championniere ought to suit them to a nicety. The morphine habit, according to a reoent French work, is most prevalent in Germany, France and the United States, the number of victims being large also in Russia, Sweden, Turkey and the remote east. Entire villagea in Germany are said to be addicted to the use of the drug. Not less than 49 per cent of the male victims are sup plied by the medical profession, IS per cent, being men of leisure, eight per cent merchants, and the smallest number being found among pheasants, clergymen and politicians. Of the female victims, 48 per cent, are women of leisure and 10 per cent, are wives of medical men. Hypodermic, action of morphia, laudanum drinking and opium smoking are the various forms of indulgence, the most fashionable txlng probably the first named. . J'-irly one million telegrams pass t' rjrlt the general postoffioe of Lon ' . J every week. DASIES AND CLOVE,. ttttle girl upon the street, Laughing eyes and tripping; feet, With your hands nil running over, Daisy blooms and flowers of clover You to ma a pluture bring, Of a long, long sunny Hprinff I Waving woods and sunset skins, Throng like dronms ot 1'aradise. Utile girl, whn omlng days Hold (or yon their memories When In womanhood's white land You shall, happy, one dsy etnnd Keep your ehlldlsh fnlths as sweet As the blossoms at your feot i 'J ho' your hands no more run over With the daisies and the olovor. Some day, little maiden fnlr, With the wind-tossed sunny hair, Khali you flush at love's sweet praises, That lire sweetor than the daisies' Wouldn't hopes and woman's love, Hwnetness siiit from hnarnn above With these shall your hands run over, l)ropplng daisy blooms and elovor. Milan W'hltlng, In the Housewife. FERN COTTAGE. nr axxa sitRii.ns. "And Fern Cottage is leased for two years to a widow lady, Mrs. Baynor. She brought good letters from New York, and supports herself by color ing fashion plates for a magazine there." This was the last statement my lawyer made upon the long-winded recital of the state of my affairs, when I returned from a seven-years' ab sence, to take up my abode in my own home, lie bad by my directions renovated and put into good order the large, handsome house that was tuy inheritance from father, grand father and great-grandfather, passing in each generation through a course of modernizing that still left the stately, old-fashioued walls and exten sive grounds intact. We Hiltons were very fond of Hilton Place, and had ample means wherewith to maintain its beauty. But beside my own home, I also possessed several houses in the village of Crawford and one cottage just at the boundary Hue of my garden, a pretty place that my mother had chris tened Fern Cottage, from the number of rare ferns that nestled in the little garden under fanciful miniature grot tos and piles of rocks placed there. I confess to a feeling of decided an noyance when I heard that this little gem of a country home had been leased to a workingwoman. It had been a summer resort for some of our own intimate friends, who preferred an independent home to tho hospitali ties of others, and it annoyed me to think of any one living there who would not preserve its dainty furni ture and pretty surroundings with cultured taste. But I kept my opinion to myself, and, indeed, for many days, was so crowded with business culls that I quite forgot the matter. It was after twilight, on a warm April evening, that, passing the cot tage, I saw through opou windows my new tenant. She was beuding over a small table, apparently drawing, while the circle of light from a student lamp fell full upon her. I hud fancied a vulgar, commonplace woman. This was what I saw: A figure slender and graceful, with hands as white and perfect as if carved in marble. A face purely oval, color less and fair, with regular features, and shaded by hair of midnight black. Twice, while I looked, she lifted her eyes, large, lustrous and dark, full of suppressed pain. .A face that covered a heart full of bitter anguish, a brain sensitive and cultivated. I am a physician, though I have practiced little, preferring to write for the use of younger students ; but I love my profession and cannot quite keep its instincts quiet, when I study a new face. And all these instincts warned me that here was a woman burning a candle already flickering at both ends. I had quite forgotten mine was not a strictly honorable position, thus spying on a solitary woman's privacy, when an eldery woman, seemingly an upper servant of better days, came into tue room. "Will you never cease your work ing ?" she said, fretfully. "When the daylight is gone, and you cannot sort your colors, you take up that drawing that is ruiniug your eyes. Best, childl" Then the voice I knew must belong to that face, full, rich, melodious, but freighted with sadness, answered her: "Rest I You know I cannot rest!" "Play then! Do anything but strain your eyes any longer over that fine work." The widow rose then, sweeping her heavy, bluck draperies across the room to the piuno, where she played. Surely if this was recreation, it was a pitiful mockery. Wailing, minor musio full of sobbing pain. Heavy chords melt' ing into sad refrains. A master touch a rare power in the long, slender lingers only culled out strains of ueKi i-ureaiwiiig puiuos. The old servant took out her knit ting, seemingly satisfied to have ariven her mistress from actual work, ana toe darkness fell around me, mak ing still dearer the bright circle of light upon the table, and the aoft, shadowy gloom of the corner where Mrs. lUyuor, with her deep, sad eves and breaking heart, poured out soine- thing of her pain in muaio. A soft rain drove me home, but I mused long aud deeply over my ten ant I called several times, and re oelved courteous welcome, was enter tained by strictly conventional conver sation, heard the piano in some fash. ionable, showy musio, and found the surface society of Mrs. Baynor, a gentle, reflued lady, attractive and agreeable no more. I might have accepted this for the real woman, but I bad a habit of lin gering about my garden, as the draw tog-room of Fern Cottage commanded Bo other view, my neighbor seldom closed the windows as the spring crept into summer. Paler, more shadowy, with added sadness in the great, dark eyes. Mrs. ltaynor became almost ethereal as the warm weather stole something each day from her strength, and I was not surprised one morning to see old Husau coming hastily into hallway. "Oh, Pr. Wilton," she said, "she- lias fainted over those horrid pictures! Will yon come V" I went at once, finding my patient prostrated at last, and gently submis sive to all my couynanda but one, the most imperative. "I must work," she said, "as long as I can hold a brush." "Hut you will die," I said, bluntly, if you do not take a few weeks of entire rest." "Die!" she said, nnlotly, not as if there was any terror in the thought, but as if it was a new possibility in some problem of life. "No, I must not. die yet!" "then you must obey me! I answered. "I will send a carriage every afternoon, with a careful driver, and you must go with Susan for a drive. You must be outdoors as much as possible, excepting during the beat of the day, and then, if possible, sleep." Her dreary smile con tinned my opinion that sleep was a rare visitor at her pillow, but she did not say so. Indeed, she made no complaint, evi dently allowing my visits solely out of regard lor Hasan. And to Husau I turned at last for council. She had come to my bouse for some mediciue I had brought from Paris an opiate not yet in use iu this country. And I pointed to a seat, saying: "Susan, I am past sixty years old, crippled, as you see, seldom leav ing my home except for foreign travel no gossip. If you think you can trust me with Mrs. Baynor's secret trouble, I may be able to cure her." The woman looked startled lor a moment, and then, bursting iuto tears, said: "Oh, sir, it's awful trouble, and we don't want it to be known about hero!" "I'll not betray yon," I said gently. "Yon see, sir, she is not a widow, after thinking herself one for four years! He, Mr. ltaynor, sir, for she's never hid her name, in a bad man, a man who nearly killed her .with his drinking and gambling and bad com pany. He spent ell the money her father left her, be crippled her boy with a blow of his drunken fists, and then ho left her poor and sick, and the boy all crushed. She worked day and night for the child, little Harold, and he grew to nine years old, but always crooked and puny. Then Mr. ltaynor found us out,nnd he would have taken the child, ho would, the fiend, because she loved it. So we stole Harold away in the night and sent him to Germany with a friend. I'm telling my story all wrong, sir. We heard Mr. Baynor was dead heard it from his own brother, too, who believed it, and Miss Edna Mrs. ltaynor, I mean thought herself free, when she let Mr. Du chesne come to see her, and ah, well, doctor, he was a true man ; gentle, kind and loving, and so good to Harold. She thought she was a widow, and her heart was sore, so sore you can never guess, for she was one to take trouble hard and what harm, if they loved each other? They would have boen married if Mr. Baynor had not come back, pleased as Punch to find he could make a little more misery foi his wife." "But he is not living now?" "Yes, he is, sir; the more's the pityl Mr. Duchesne is in Germany with Harold, and my poor dear is working her precions life away to pay for the baths for the boy, and to keep Mr. Baynor away. She pays him so much a month to leave ner in peace. "And this delicate woman support a husband and child? ' l said. "Yes, sir, and lives upon the mean. est of everything for the sake of being alone I It's awful, doctor, to think of those loving hearts, one in Germany, one fretting here, and a bad man be tween them. They won't even write to each other.but we bear from Harold how kind Mr. Duchesne is .to him, It is like him to try to comfort her by being so good to her crippled boy!" "It is a sad story," I said. "And I was too hasty in thinking I might help Mrs. Baynor if I knew it We have no medicines, Susan, for such misery as this." But yet I was glad to have heard the story. I sent books to the cot tage, aud I went over frequently, try ing to win the heavy-hearted woman away from her own troubled thoughts. and amazed at her rare patience and courage. I had done but little in my efforts to restore her health, when BuHun came hastily to snmmou me one heavy August day. "Come, please," she urged. "He's there, hurt!" "Who?" I asked. "Mr. Baynor! He came cursing and swearing, because bis money was not sent last mouth, and this morning he weut over to Crawford and got drunk. He was coming home strain. when he stumbled somehow 'and fell under a hay cart. He's badly hurt. I think the wheels weut over his breast. I suppose, bad aa he is, we'll have to nurse him." And bad as he was, tyrant tor mentor and traitor, the new putieut thus thrown upon my hands was nursed as tenderly as if he had been both loving and beloved. Out of her heavy despondency, throwing self aside, Mrs. Baynor developed her charitable, forgiving nature in the weeks of illness that followed her husband's injuries, fatal from the first I believe she would have kept him in life if by any self-sacrittoe it had been possible, but she could only make smoother the passage to the grave. I had thought ber own tenure of life bnt frail, but in her devotion she grew stronger. She 'gained sleep by actual physical exhaustion, and calm ness by the consciousness of duty performed. Susan, by my advice, provided food that was nourishing in small quantities, and as the injured man passed toward tho portals of eternity, we kept his wife from throw ing her own life away by our united efforts. I would like, for humanity's sake, to write that the reprobate reformed, or even showed common gratitude for the care lavished upon him, but he died as he hnd lived, sinking into stupor for days before the end came, and never, Susan assured me, bestow ing one word of thanks upon his gentle, tender nurse. It was a small funeral cortege that left Fern Cottage to take the remains of John Baynor to his New York home. I insisted upon escorting the widow, and left her with an aunt, who was sympathizing and kind, but evi dently spoke from her heart when she said to me: "Thank the Lord, he is dead this time!" I scarcely expected Fern Cottage to be occupied soon again, but Mrs. Bay nor returned in a few weeks, working again bnsilv.for her boy, she told me, content to bear some further separa tion, as be was gaining greatly by the German treatment. But the desolate yearning was gone from the large, dark eyes, and health came back slowly in the winter months, when my advice was followed, and Husan guarded my patient against overwork. The piano ceased to wail and sob, and the slender ringers found tasks in weav ing gladder strains. A year passed, aud one evening.just before the Christmas time, I opened the cottage door, Lpou my startled ears fell the sounds of song. Never had I heard Mrs. ltaynor s rich, melo dious voice in song before, and I paused, astonished, as Susan whisper ed: "Her bov is coming home for Christmas. Mr. Duchesne is bringing bun, and we expect them any dny, And Harold is perfectly cured." I diil not go in. Such joy as that I felt should have no witness. They came, these eagerly expected travelers, just before the Christmas bells rang out their jovful peals. The slender handsome boy had bis mother's fnce, and was evidontly cured and on the way to a noble man hood. And of his companion I can only soy that I have no truer or more valued friend thon frank Duchesne, who comes every summer with his beautiful wife and pretty children to spond the hot months at fern Cot tage. New York Ledger. ACE, 1 2; WEIGHT, 203; HEIGHT, 5, 3. The rat liny of Maine l'n Ho Anything Kxerpt Hide a llli yi Ir. A few days ago pedestrians at Auburn, Me., were startled by the appearance of the biggest and fattest boy that ever trod the streets a giant in knickerbockers, a rosy-cheeked. roly-poly, 12-year-old, who could lift a barrel of flour as easily as you can lift a pail of water, and who weighs 20a pounds in a bathing suit. The boy was named Lamont Leavitt, sou of O. N. Leavitt. Young Leavitt was induced to submit to the tape line and yardstick, and here are his measurements, the figures being over his regular suit of corduroy: Age, 12; weight, 203 pounds; height in walking shoes, 5 feet S inches; chest, 8 feet 7 inches; waist, 3 feet 9 inches; arms, 1 foot 4 inches; thigh, 2 feet 1 inch; calf, 1 foot 6 inches. His father's weight, 145 pounds, and his mother's, 140. A brother of Master Lamont weighs 150. At birth Master Lamont weighed 10 pounds. He has always been in perfect health, and today he is a redcheeked, good-natured boy, He has a roguish twinkle in his pretty blue eyes.and he smiles when he says that he bad just as soon be fat aa lean, From childhood he bas had a keen liking for books. It was feared at one time that he was reading and study' ing too much, and at the suggestion of the family physician he was re strained in that direction. When he was seven years old he could lift his father easily. They have prohibited his lifting all along, but now and then be has broken the rules aud demon' strated his strength. At the time in dicated he would run up behind his father and in play grab him by the legs and lift him off his feet before the father could shake the lively young chap off. When he was six years old he helped his father build a barbed wire fence, and he found it an easy matter holding up his end of the iron bar which ran through the coil of wire. These colls weigh from fifty to eighty pounds. Muster Lamont says that just now there is only one thing in the wide world that he would like, and that is a bicycle. He wants it as bad as any body ever wanted a bow-wow or any' thing else. He reckons that a twenty pound wheel would be about the thing, only he wants a full-fledged man s wheel, Boston Advertiser. Broke His Rib With Hli Own Flat. The Herald yesterday briefly re ferred to a curious accident that befel Major William Heimke, second secre tary of legation, last week at Chihna hua. While Walking along one of the streets of that city he slipped and fell, Hia right band was close at his side at the time, aud his full weight struck his band and actually broke one of his ribs therewith. It was unique accident, for it seems scarcely credible that a man could break one of his own ribs wiih his hand. Mexl can Herald. J. A. B. Molaon, the wealthy banker of Montreal, has given 1150,000 to Canadian charities. 1 - wn'TrTvr-l - It Home Mvasnretnent. Sister measured my grin one dayt Took the ruler and met Counted the Inches nil the way, One and two and three. "Oh, you're a Cheshire est," said she. Fsthersald: "That's no sin." Then he nodded and smiled at me Hmiled at my three-Inch grin. Brother suggested I ought to begin Trying to trim It down. Motherssld: "Itntter a three-Inch grin Than a little half-Inch frown." Nell Mc-Klhone, In Ht. Nlobolas. Camels In the Snow. Troops of camels, brought from Mongolia, are employed in winter to carry supplies and materials to and from the gold placers of eastern Siberia, and the spectacle presented by a long line of these "ships of the desert," tramping solemnly across the snows of a Siberian steppe, is de scribed as extremely singular. Camels require only about half as much daily food as horses, bnt on the other band they have to be liberally supplied with salt. Where the country is so wild that neither roads nor tracks exist, reindeer are employed instead of horses or camels, and they find their own living en route, by uncover ing, beneath the snow, a kind of gray lichen on which they are able to sub sist A Prlnreea Longed for a Playfellow. There is an article written by James Cassidy in St. Nicholas on the "Girl hood days of England'a Queen." Mr. Cassidy says: There were in the life of the prin cess days when she longed for com panions of her own age. Her mother, guessing this longing, was very tender and gentle with her, and con sidered often how best to make up for this lack. Once the duchess, it is said, thinking to please her daughter, "sent for a noted child-performer of the dny, called 'Lyra,' that she might amuse 'Drina with some remarkable performances on the harp. On one occasion," writes the biographer, "while the young musician was play ing one of her favorite airs, the duchess, perceiving how deeply her daughter's attention was engrossed by the music, left the room for a few minutes. When she returned she found the harp deserted. The heiress of England had beguiled the juvenile minstrel from her instrument by the display of some of her costly toys, and the children were discovered, seated side by side on the hearth-rug, in a state of high enjoyment, surrounded by the princess' playthings, from which she was making the most liberal selections for the acceptance of poor little Lyra." Made Leopard His Pet. Of all the cat-tribe leopards are the easiest to tame if they are captured when young. Thirty years ago a curious and well known sight on the streets of Berlin wsa Von der Mad liern with his tame leopard. Baron von der Madliern.when a young man. was several years German consul in Egypt While there an Arab pre sented him with a young leopard. It was only a few days old, its eyes not open yet. The young baron deter mined to make a pet of the leopard and train and treat it like a dog. The leopard was never con fined in a cage but was always allowed full liberty and was well fed and petted. He grew by and by into a handsome creature, one of the largest of his species, and was finely marked. When he had been in Von der Mad Hern's possession about two years the baron was recalled to .Berlin and took the animal back with him. In Berlin the leopard occupied the same place in his master a house that be had done before, and followed the baron abont the streets in the same way. At first sight of the creature stalk ing solemnly along beside the mnn created quite a sensation in the city and people crowded to see them pass, But it grew to be an every day matter, which only attracted occasional notice from strangers or children. The animal lived to be about fifteen years old, and died much lamented by all wlio knew him. Our Animal f riends, A Lady. It was while little Myrtle and her mother were at the country hotel last summer that Myrtle one day came into her mother's room flushed and angry. "You will have to buy me a new hair brush, mamma," she said, "iniue is gone. "That beautiful carved ivory brush that grandma gave you?" asked her mother, "have you broken it? Prob ably I can have it mended, and I had better give you a plainer one to use." "It ia all in tiny bits, mamma," said Myrtle, "and I broke it on pur pose." "You will have to explain, Myrtle," said mamma. "Mamma," said Myrtle, sittiug down upon a cushion at ber mother's feet, "you know that you told me to brush my hair a great deal, and that it was nice to brush it sometimes in the sunlight, and where the air could blow through it. So today, u there was no one about the house, the gentlemen all away, and the ladies off for walks and rides, I went into It.- 11,41. I.-1 .4 41. - .... .1 l L. iii vio uniwm v tun OUU Ul IU bedroom nail and began to brush it there. And I had just tied it back again when that little girl they call Fannin, who is here to help wait at table, came into the balcony and saiilir 'Oh, bow yonr hair shines! How do yon make it look like that?' Well, at first I thought I wonldn tanswerher," "Why, dear?" asked her mother. "Well." said Myrtle. "I am a young lady and she is not. She bad no "Myrtle, a trne lady is never haughty," said mamma, "but you answered?" "Weill I I opened my eves at her first," Myrtle said, "like this," and she drew back her head and stared. "I should have been ashamed of you if I had seen you, dear," said mamma. Hut I answered, said Myrtle. I said I give my hair fifty strokes every day. And I don't think she noticed anyhow. She was looking at the brush. I had laid it down on a chair. Then she said: 'I'll give my hair a brush.' Well, mamma, before I could speak, if she wasn't brushing her hair it is short, like a boy's with my brush. Could I help staring at that? "Well, I confess, there was cause for astonishment," said mamma. "Well, she polished away for a while, and then put the brush down. 'I guess my bair shines too, now,' she said, and then I looked as scornful as I could and picked np the brush and threw it hard into the garden, and it hit on a stone and broke into pieces. 'Oh! oh! oh!' that girl cried, 'you've broken the pretty brush!' 'I don't care. I should never have used it again, after yon had brushed yonr hair w ith it,' I said, and she turned red and began to cry, and ran away. I can hear her crying yet downstairs." "Poor child!" said mamma. "Poor me, I think," said Myrtle. "Why, mamma, yon don't even let sister and me use the same hair brushes, and there is my brush broken grandmas present and the set spoiled." "And there is poor Fannie's heart broken and ber comfort spoiled," said mamma. "There is no need of temper and violence on any occasion. Of course, people should not use the some hair brushes. You need never have used that one again. But I could have purified the bristles with orange flower water, and you could have kept it in the case w ith yonr other pretty things, but you need not have insulted the girl. She knew no better. No doubt if she has sisters they all use the very same brush." ''But she is a little waiter girl," said Myrtle. "And you are a little lady," said mamma. "That obliges you to be polite, and you must explain to the little girl and apologize." "I apologize! She ought to," cried Myrtle. "That trne Queen Victoria always made her little princesses apologize, to any one they had offended because they were princesses," said mamma, "Now, when you have thought what to say, tell me and I will go downstairs with you." Myrtle looked rebellious awhile, but pretty soon she rose and said: "I'm ready, mamma," and her mother took -her by the hand and they went down stairs together. Fannie was there crying and folding up some aprons." "I'm sorry to go, Mrs. Smith," she was saying to the landlady, "but if that girl thinks me so dirty that I'd poison her hair brush, why I can't stay in the house, glad as I am to earn a few dollars, and I'm going." "Now, dear," whispered Myrtle's mother, and the little girl walked into the kitchen and straight up to Fannie. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Fannie," she said. "Anybody would be mad to he told they were so dirty they'd spoil a per son's hair brush so they could not use it again," said Fannie. "Fannie," said Myrtle, "I think you one of the cleanest little girls I ever saw." "I suppose it's because I'm hired help then," said Fannie. "City folks are so stuck up." "Fannie," said Myrtle, "mamma doesn't allow my sister and me to use the same brushes. Of course, you know it isn't nice to use another's tooth brush?" "It's filthy to dothat," said Fannie. "Well, doctors say that it is just as wrong to use others' combs aud brushes," said Myrtle. "My lands!" cried Fannie. "And I did not think it was polite of you when you used mine' aud I I was not polite either, and please ex cuse me. " Fannie looked at her aud nodded. "If it was like that you were ex cusable," she said, "aud I'll not be mad any more and stay with Mrs. Smith the summer out." . Myrtle nodded and ran out of the room. When her mother came upstairs she, was lying on the bed cryiug. "Poor child!" said mamma. "It . costs something to be a lady," and she kissed her. New York Ledger. A Tall Policeman. The City of Duluth, Minn., baa a policeman, Boyal McKeuzie by name, whose actual height is 6 feet 10 3-4 inches and weight 265 pouuds. As he appears on the street he measures 7 feet 9 1-2 inches to the top of his hel met He was born in Ontario, ia twenty-six years old, and says he has not yet stopped growing.
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