1 THE ROAD TO the nursery lonely, and the garden's I . 11 ... rain v lull nd there's nobody it all who wants to piay. ut I th"lk ,f 1 h,mlll only run with all my mini'' "d main I could leave this dreary country of To day. For It '"'' nR ,f".r ! It, since 1 came myBolf last n laslit when I went to sleep they brought ma .M tlio H'm ind 1. morrow's very near, they Bay It'i viiM'Ht In our ala-lit. ; ouu tumu uuuio bkhid 10 xesteruay. Nan affair OF HONOR. Wlion 1 was last In Paris, I hnd a letter of Introduction to the CounteHs de t'lalrmont, who lived In a venerable mansion In the Faubourg St. Germain, near mo ancient aiiuty cnurcn. i loitnu her to be an aged lady of a very old family, a very devout churchgoer, and a bigoted legitimist, believing in "divine right" and the Count de Cham burd, and fully expecting that ho and bis white flag would rule the destinies of France, when Orleanlsts, Bonapart iHts and Republicans would be for gotten. Apart from dogma and politics she was, however, a very charming and Interesting person. She had evidently een very handsome In her youth, and even In her old age retained a little coquetry and much spirit. At the re cital of somo deed of daring and hero ism her black eyes would flash and 6parkle, and hej lips tremble with emo tion. It was like going back to ft past century to sit in her dim drawing room, with Its quaint old furniture, llch and religiously preserved, hung with portraits of her ancestors, and I hear her talk of warriors, priests and nobles, whose bones were long since dust, whose miters and swords hnd de cayed, and whose moldy and moth eaten banners, aving in church and chapel, are but tattered rags, with the blazonry illegible. One day I was looking at the portrait of a lady so lovely, with a sweet and Inelancholy beauty, that even the dis figuring costume of the previous cen tmy, especially the abominable high liead-dress, could not mar its effect, for fou looked only on the faca and forgot the accessories. It was from the pencil of Madame Lebrun, the favorite artist of Marie Antoinette, who has left the such touching souvenirs of the unhappy queen. "That lady, I am sure, had a story," I said. "I need not ask If the original was a relative of yours, madame, for I Bee a family likeness In the head." "You are right," Bhe said. "That por trait might pass for my own likeness as I looked fifty years ago. I have a miniature taken at the same age, which looks like a reduced copy of Madame liebrun'8 charming picture." "And the lady was " "Pardon me," said the old countess; "I will tell you her story at full length. It is an old family history, but it is thought to have some of the elements of romance. Perhaps It may be of fu ture use to you as a story-teller in your own country. So arm yourself with patience, cousin, and bear with an old woman's garrulity." The old lady called me "cousin," be muse at some far-away perjod there Was a matrimonial aniance between our families, long and long before my grandfather emigrated to America, I will not attempt to relate the nar rative in the language of my hostess, but condense it and tell it in my own The original of Madame Iiebrun's picture, then, was Vlctorine de Gran tier, wife of Hector de Grantier, a gen tleman of wealth and family. The marriage was an exception to the gen eral rule of French marriages, being love match. The parents of the lady had permitted her to choose a husband for herself; end though among her many suitors were some more eligible In point of fortune and opportunities tor rising in the world than Hector, Bhe gave him her hand because she could bestow her heart with it. "-&e Grantier was handsome, gentle and warm-hearted. He had no vices, and but little ambition. He was a poet and a painter, though not a profes sional one, and he was in easy circum stances, 'although not reckoned a man of wealth. Never was there a happier couple, and when the bride's father and mother, who died within a few days of each other, left the world almost fcand In hand, the certainty of leaving their daughter the partner of a man de moted to her, heart and soul, soothed their last moments. There was a shade of melancholy in JVlctorine's nature, and she often thought to herself that her married life was too happy that It was like a Jbright summer day, so perfect, so full tt sunshine, so heavenly, that weather- seers pronounce It too lovely to last and regard It with shaking heads, as the precursor of a devastating storm And the storm that wrecked the hap- nlness of Vlctorine was near at hand Among her rejected suitors was a wild, .bold man, named Raoul Maltravers, an nsign in the royal navy, of a very dis tinguished family high in power at court, who might well look forward to (the prospect of seeing the broad pen kant of an admiral float over his own Wnarter-deck. But, with all the qual ities of a noble race, &e was suunea jwlUi many vloes. He was a gamester. a daeusi ana nuw; yruuicu. " H-srold, ciuel with hts sword, false la v9, and YESTERDAY. Over there mv boat la sailing, all Ion upon the pond I must hurry hack before she blowa astray ; And alliums flowers are trailing In the pleasant fields beyond. With the other little, lovely flowers of nv, , And the Keen ere while with blossoms, anil the nil- In hrljtlil with son And the children all ate happy there anil Oh, I want to go to And them ow, and vox ttinv .iit, ii, nliiliif. If you'll fliow mei please, the road YeHlerday. ('aniline McOirmlck, In Hiirper'a. to Although his rejet-tion wns couched In the most respectful terms. It roused his' worst passions, and he swore to wreak a deadly vengeance on the rival who prospered where he had failed. Tho hand he could not win himself should never be clasped in wedlock by another's. In this temper of ntlnd ho went to sea. It must be borne In mind that this project of vengeance was a secret locked in his own heart, to bo divulged in action, not In words. Therefore, when, some months after the marriage, the ensign returned from his cruise, the Incident did not create any alarm in tho breast of Madame Vlctorine de Grantier. Ono morning when she woke up she missed her husband from her side, but this caused her no Bttrprlse, for he was In tho habit of rising without disturb ing her, dressing and then taking a ride on horseback. But he always re turned to breakfast, which was served punctually at eleven o'clock In the forenoon. When, therefore, It camo to be nenrly noon, and he did not make his appearance, she was naturally un easy. His horse was very spirited, and might possibly have thrown him, she thought. 'But on Inquiry, It appeared that the animal was in his stall, and that Monsieur de Grantier had left tho house on foot. Madame de Grantier ordered the breakfast things removed, after mak ing a slight repast, and then took up a book to while away the tlmo until her husband's return. At one o'clock ? visitor was announced Capt. Paul Beauregard, an officer in the French guards. He was an Intimate friend of Do Grantier, as well as of the lady, and scarcely a day passed without their seeing him. "My husband! Have you seen any thing of him?" she asked. "I have been with him all the morn ing, madame." "Where Is he? Why did he not re turn with you? How has he been en gaged?" Capt. Beauregard replied to the last question: "In an affair of honor, madame." "A duel?" "Yes; and he has been wounded. I thought it best to prepare you for the accident." He Is dead!" shrieked the unhappy lady, as she fell back in convulsions, for sho had read the terrible truth in the captain's face. Beauregard rang the bell and left her In charge of her maid, while he went into another room. It was agony bit ter as the pangs of death to listen to her wails, and sobs, and shrieks; but In an hour, Florette, the waiting maid, pale, frightened, with swollen eyes, for she, too, had been weeping bitterly, came to say that Madame de Grantier whs coilmer, and desired to speak with the captain. The officer found the lady white as marble, but strangely quiet and col lected. 'Hector Is dead?" she half asked, half asserted. Her friend drooped his eyes. The answer was sufficient. "Now tell how this happened," said the lady. "Hector was kind, and gentle, and courteous. He had no enemy how could he have, for he never wronged a human being." That did not prevent his having an enemy a mortal foe who last night publicly insulted him, even struck him, and thus forced a challenge from your husband." "Ay, honor compelled Hector to draw the sword. But the name of that vil lain the murderer?" Raoul Maltravers." 'He! The man whose hand I re jected! sOh! My poor, dear murdered Hector! Why did we ever meet? Fatal was the hour in which you saw and loved me! Often have your Hps told me that I had made you the happiest of men. Little did you dream that I would give you death as well as love." "I Implore you, madame," said the captain, "not to view thlB tragedy, in that light An unforeseen calamity has fallen on you, and my heart bleeds at sight of your distress. But I can do more than pity; I can and will avenge Hector. Raoul Maltravers dies by my hand!" "Hold!" cried the widow, with sud den and startling energy. "I forbid you to espouse this quarrel. I bavo my own purpose of vengeance, and no man, not even you, shall be permitted to stand between me and my predes tined victim. He has robbed me of more than life, but I will punish him. I was a fond, weak, gentle, loving, happy girl. They who know me hence forth will know me as a tigress thirst ing for human blood. But no word of this to others. Be my friend in this -extremity, and as you were Us true and lofal friend to tae last moment I wie rou to eovduet te funeral rites. - Prancls A. Durlvage. V Tou Bee how calm 1 am when I can speak these words without convul sions." When Vlctorine was alone with her derjl, she had a wild outburst of pas sionate grief, but It rapidly gave way to a calmness so stern that it would have appalled an observer had there been witnesses In tho chamber of death. "Hector do Grantier," she said, ad dressing the cold day, "if my Creator spares my life, your son, whom your eyes wero never to behold, shall be your avenger. I will rear III in strong, valiant, skilful, and teach hi in to look for no happiness, no rest, no employ ment, tin 1 1 1 he has slain the man who has robbed you of life, mn of a hus band, and himself of a father." Two months after the funeral tho frlemls of tho family were apprised that the widowed lady was the mother of a daughter! Shortly after this event, she retired with her Infant child to an estate In Brittany. Sixteen years pnsed away, and then Vlctorine tie Uranthler, still wearing a willow's weeds, again resumed her resi dence In Paris. She lived in a fash ionable quarter, but in great privacy, receiving only relatives, making no ac (Itialnlancca. Her daughter, named Claiidlne, had grown up a beautiful girl, thn picture of health a bright flower to bloom in the almost conven tional gloom of her mother's house. The only frequent visitor wns the young Chevalier tie Hautevllle, n cousin of Claudine, and, strange to say, a per fect Image of the girl tho same height, features and complexion. The gossips of the neighborhood snld they were born for each other, and predicted a marriage between the parties. But the servants of the family asserted that the old lady would never, for some reason of her ows, probably that of nearness of blood, penult the alliance, and that tho young people rarely If ever met. It was observed that whenever Claud ine had gone to church, the chevalier was sure to make his appearance, and when he was In the drawing room she was always absent. Whether this was arranged by tho mother, or whether t ii Ih young woman and this young man, so strangely alike, cherished an antip athy equally strange, was n mystery like almost everything else In that mysterious household. Had the widow, foiled, In her plan of vengeance by the sex of her off spring, forgotten or forgiven Raoul Maltravers? No ono knew, but no one ever heard her pronounce his name. Meanwhile Kaotil Maltravers bad left the sea, not being particularly fond of the music of heavy guns, for, though brave enough on the duel ground, be cause be was the best blade in France, and always sure of victory, he was really a poltroon. He had married a very beautiful heiress, and lived In great splendor. He had more than one affair of honor alter his marriage, with, In each case, a fatal result to his antagonist. One day the Chevalier do Hautcvliie made a morning call on Madame do Grantier. He found her In her boudoir, which was draped with black, and lighted with wax tapers. "You know this Is a sad anniver sary," she saJd. Then she added, with a sharp look of inquiry: "Raoul Mal travers?" "Dead," was the reply. "Como to mv heart!" cried Vlctorine. 'Uaudine, you have avenged your father!" "Claudine!" I exclaimed, in utter astonishment, when the old countess had come to this point of her narrative. "Yes." she renlled: "the Chevalier de Hautevllle and Claudine de Grantier were one and the same person. Madame do Grantier had reared her daughter like a man, and trained her to arms In the solitude of her old provincial manor bouse, where a wondrously skilled professor of the sword, an Ital ian, gave her lessons daily. You must not think too harshly of the memory of Victorine de Grantier. I am now nnsltivelv certain that the death of her husband turned her brajn, and that during all her years of widowhood she was a monomaniac. That she inspired her daughter with her fanatical Idea of vengeance is natural the mother lived for no other purpose." "But what became of Clofltdine.' "She Is still living at an advanced age, a widow," replied the countess. "Doubtless harrowed by remorse for having shed human blood?" "It caused her great suffering for years, but the .clergy whom she con sulted told her that the circumstances absolved her from all moral guilt. She was an irresponsible agent ot ner mother her judgment deliberately per verted by one, who herself had lost the power of reason. Yet were many hours of bitter sorrow and penitence passed by that unhappy woman. And now let me show you a sad relic." Th old ladv ' rose, walked to an ehonv cabinet, and unlocking It, took out a long, old-fashioned rapier and bade me draw It. I examined the blade and remarked that it was covered with rust. "These darker stains are the life- blood of a man," said the old laxly with a heavy sigh "for that was the sword with which I killed Raoul Maltravers." "You!" I cried. "Yes; for, before I became Countess de Clairmont. I was Claudine de Gran tier." New York Weekly. ' English "Half-Sheeters." Phrases are more influential in British polities than in American. The latest to come Into general use Is "half-sheeter." It describes those who accept the prime minister's fis cal policy, which he said was so sim ple that he could write it on a half- sheet of note paper. This phrase has not been in use long, but it Is Hkely to appear frequently in the London die etches for the next few months. TrnUh'a Companion. John D. Rockefeller is Jot a Successful Man j ' By tho Editor of Life. HE Congregational ministers who petitioned the Ametlrnn board of commissioners for foreign missions not to accept from Undo John 1). Rockefeller a girt ot one hundred thou sand dollars to promote the dissemination of the gospel In foreign purls, raised an Inleresting Issue. Their petition re cited that Undo John "stands before the public under re pealed and recent formidable Indictments in spccllle terms for methods which nre morally Iniquitous and socially de structive," and that "the acceptance of such a gift Involves tho constituents of tho board in u relation Implying honor toward tho donor, und subjects the board to the chnrgo of Ignoring tbo moral Issues Involved." & There Is rio question about the wide prevalence of a conviction that there Is something vitally wrong r.bout Undo John and bis pilo. Ills methods are believed to have been culpable. Wo presume they wero. Hut It is tha formid able, the awful, effectiveness: ol them that lies mado ntost of the trouble. Worse men than ho have niutlo much money by worse means, and we haven't bothered, but his methods have been applied with such consummate shrewd ness and atilllty as to ninko him stand out as the arch-type of effectual ava rice. Nobody, except his business rivals. Is afraid of Uncle John, but pooplo generally are very much afraid of what he slands for. They think his exam ple has been extremely pernicious, and though some of them renll.e that tho rapid development of a rich country and its ainn.lng opportunities are wbut have made possible tho phenomena ho illustrates, they don't want him to bo held up a model to pattern i.fler. The accumulation of such enormous fortunes as we have today, by Btich means as have been used to gather some of them, Is not populnr. It Is unpop ular because It fosters a ridiculously Inequltnble distribution of the country's nvullable wealth, and because It Imperils tho stability of democratic govern ment. To play the gamo well is commendable. To stack tho cards Isn't. Mr. Rockefeller has played the commercial gamo to admiration. We respect his skill. But we all suspect, that, not content with being surpassingly skilful, ho has stacked tho cards at times when It seet med expedient, and he thought it could be done with Impunity. Thinking thus about him we ennnot consider him, because he has done more than any other American to make Socialistic lump of money thut. ho has no real use for, at n cost to reputation which lie could not afford. Ho is not beloved, not respected, not even hated, but Is re garded by most of tho community with hall-humorous derision. For an able man to come In his old ago to that, is pretty tragic. Tho Socialists rejoice In him, because ho has done more than nny other American to make Socialistic doctrines seem reasonable. For the snnie reason he greatly bothers conserva tive politicians and voters of all parties, who feel the need of providing e-,-alnst tho multiplication of such phenomena as he, and are much perplexed to do It without restricting personal Initiative loo much. Altogether, we arc Borry for Uncle John and would help him if we could. & 7 1 Let the Woman Alone ? By the lie v. Thomas B. Gregory. HE newspapers are full The woman of today Tt morbidly Introspective. Through summer's heat and winter's cold, in club, and fi convention, and conference and congress, the women are tie- H voting themselves with a tremendous ardor and enthusiasm to the task of seir-inspection; analyzing themselves, malting close and "scientific'' diagnoses of their physical, mental and moral condition. As a result of the business we have tho "New Woman," tho "Ideal Wom an," the "Coming Womun," the "Emancipated Woman," the "f'hysical Culture Woman," the "Kangaroo Woman," and lust, but not least, the 'S' Shaped Woman," with the returns still coming In! In the meantime the creature that God made to work along with Adam, and called "Good," Is gasping like a fish out of the water. She is being an alyzed, diagnosed, criticised and discussed to death, and If the business goes on much longer there will be nothing left of her. The thing to do Is to. let woman alone. She may be sick, but she Is not so sick but that sho may recover, provided she is left In peaco and enietness for a time. Before this everlasting self-Inspection set In, with the Innumerable pro visoes going along with It, for the "promotion of Individuality," and tho "real' Izatlon of the Ideal," woman was all right. If there was anything in particu lar, the matter with her she didn't knew It. It Is to bo noted, In passing, that this untroubled woman was the mother of such sons and daughters as do not seem to be coming Into tha world these days. She gave to the world tho Shakespeares, Newtons, Goethes, Humboldts, Darwins, Washlngtons, Franklins, Jeffersons, Webstcrs, Llncolns, Einersons. She was simply a woman, and yet sh.o was the mother of these giants, these great creative men, whose genius haB made the world what It is. The Greek women, the mothers of the handsomest, brainiest, manliest men thnt planet has ever known, the Immortal poets, orators, artists, states men, whose glory will abide forever, were simply women who lost no sleep in dreaming of the "promotion of their individuality" and the "realization of the Ideal." The mothers of the magnificent men who bullded the "grandeur which was Rome," had no "pink tea" theories about the "emancipation of the sex" and the "reduction of the diaphragm to the lir of beauty." They strove to be healthy, to be sensible, to be faithful to their duties as wives and mothers, and that, they felt, was enough. New York American. i The . Great . Twiddle Materialism Offers No tajMaaawwTW By C. M. N THE philosophical discussion which has been running In The Sun I have noticed several times the assertion that the supernatural is no longer accepted. This is absolutely untrue. The overwhelming majority of the population of the world accepts it and has always done so. It is true that in every generation for several thousands of years there have been a few individuals who have denied it, but in proportion to the mass of the population their num ber has been small. The basis of objection to the supernatural is that it is not sufficiently es tablished. But what facts have we concerning natural phenomena which are well established.? What is the operating force of the physical universe? What is ether? What Is matter? What is mind? What is life? We do not know the facts concerning these which are most elementary. Tho only investigations along this line have been due to physical science, efforts which have received far too little popular support. But when we In quire of what tho knowledge jacquired consists, we find that it, consists chiefly of theories which change from one peneration to another1, so that on the ground of knowledge the natural can hardly be accorded a superiority to the supernatural. The records of supernormal occurrences which have been accumulating from the earliest times are too numerous and too well established to be dis regarded. Of course, a good deal has been recorded which was false. But Is not a large proportion of Vie evidence reported in regard to various branches 'of normal phenomena found to be false? This Is no reason for rejecting everything connected with it. It must also be remembered that the spiritual offers the only hope for a rational explanation of the universe, and that upon It our civilization and morality have been built. Without this we would have general anarchy, as was shown in the last days of the Roman Empire and in the period of the French revolution. Fortunately, however, there Is no indication that materialism is making any .more progress at the present time than it has made In the past -Q of womnn's argument about herself. is intensely", persistently, I may say Rational Explanation Depew, Jr. vtt HER TRANSFORMATION. She drank quantities of water, ate a lot of stari-hr foodH, Abtiilnecl f p-oiii rsrri'lalng every day I Shi- asnlnilliited Inrtlc ami a cane of malted kooiIh, Hut It neemi-d her fnle to have to fade awny. She so mourned nttenuatlon, with a visage like nn owl's. That a smile upon her faie was never seen ; While Ih Iow lier mouth were wrinkles, and above lier eyes were scowls. And her niiHu was like a batiliet In be Iween. Hut one day she fell to lmicMnK In a ali'iniue, hysteric way, Just In llilukliiK bow ridiculous It proved ; And It iio-lloweil to A i nekle that wns sane iiohkIi, tliey Nay. Till nt last she kIkkP'i every lime she moved. Why, she chuckled out her wrinkles, and alio snlrki't'ed otf her frowns. And then took to nil I lie things she Plioultlu't do; Nuw slip's to-own as fat as butter, and has outKiowri all lir ifowns : I'ut she laiiKhM away at that disaster, too, fj'lllot Wnlker, In the Woman's Home Companion. JUST FOR FUN "Yes, Indeed, my htiRhand tells me everything." "He does? I'm glad you told me. I'll warn my husband." Cleveland Main Denier. "Van Brush says he Is wedded to his art." "Yes." answered Miss Cay enne. "But they don't get on very well together." Washington Star. George So you love that fellow rrom the bottom of your heart? Where io I come in, then? Hilda There's al ways room at tho top, you know. Judge. First Passenger Are they a happy ramlly. Second Passenger I'm afraid not. The old man is seasick, but his wife and the girls have mal-de-mer. Harper's Bazar. The Senior I'm due to turn In a thesis subject this week, and I simply can't decide on one." Her Sophomore Sister How would the Molecular En ergy of Fudge do?" Puck. "Mrs. aWtts Trumps didn't attend the Inst session of the whist club, did she?'' "No; she can't tal very well yet with -her new set ot false teeth." Cleveland Plain Dealer. "Are you used to looking after horses and other animals?" Been use to 'orses all my life." "What steps would you take if a Hon got loose?' "Good long uns, mister!" Punch. "Is he rich?" asked the seeker after truth. "Rich!" exclaimed Mr. Conn. "I should say so. Why, he so rich ho can ent with a knife In a first-class ho tel dining room." Portland Telegram. Tho Vicar How 13 It that some members of the choir sing so much more than the others? The Choir master I'm sure I don't, know. They all have the same chants. Washing ton Life. "Honesty," said tho man who Is earnest, but not original, "Is the best policy." "It may be the best policy," answered Senator Sorghum, "but you tan't convince me that it's the best politics." Washington Star. First Village Dame Did I bring you back that basket you lent me last week? Second Dame (emphatically) No, Indeed, you did not. First Dame That's a pity, for I Just came round to borrow it again. New York er. "I understand that Russia is on the vergo of a revolution," said one South American. "It must be something worse than that," answered the other. "They wouldn't have all this difficulty over a mere revolution." Washington Star. Mrs. Subbubs-fjust home from shop ping) I saw the loveliest pink lawn today. Mr. Subbubs (who has been mowing the grass) Great Scott! If I talked about seeing pink lawns you'd accuse me of being crazy! Philadel phia Record. The City Man I wonder why stores In the city won't deliver an order of goods free In the suburbs unless It amounts to more than So? The Sub nrban Man I guess they know that any suburbanite can carry easily $5 worth of stuff. Harrisburg Telegraph. Young Man I have called, sir, to fequest the hand of your daughter in marriage. Old Grumleigh Has she accepted you? Young Man Yes, sir. Old Grumleigh Then what do you want to come around and bother me With your troubles for? Chicago Dally News. Landlord You paid no rent last month, sir; I suppose you're aware of that? Tenant No. Well, I suppose you'll hold me to the agreement. Land lordAgreement! What agreement? Tenant Well, when I rented the flat you said I must pay In advance or not at all. Judy. "All the room in a sleeping car ap pears to be used for the passengers," said the Inquisitive old gentleman to the Pullman porter. "Where are your nuarters?" "Well, suh," was the an swer, "Ah totes 'em In a suit case till we come to de end ob de trip. an. dee Ah invests 'em in real estate. Cleve land Leader. "I should think," remarked the kind lady, who had just staked the husky bobo to a hand-out, "that ' a strong, healthy looking .man like you would be at work." "An' I would be but for one t'ing, lady," replied the weary traveler. "It keeps me so busy lookin for sumthin' t' eat dat I ain't got no time fer work." Chicago Daily News. X party of Franciscan monks will work in the hop fields of Ken, Eng land, during the picking this summer. atwiNMrcmMk- Q M. M.DOMatJ). ATTORNET-ATLAW. Untary tnW.o. real ettai atanl, NMeW leriirml, eiolent'ons mail promptly Oftat In syn iioate building, KeynoHtTllia, Pa, J)H. . K IRK IV Kit. RKVNOI.IiSV'll.l.B, PA, M"tan dentin. . u, HoT-r balltflaa stn .r-mi i , J)n. L. L. MEANS. DENTIST. Office on seoonrl floor of First ITa. tlotmlbank bufidiiiff, Main fctreet. J)Ii. II. DEVEHE KINO, DENTIST. Office on second floor Keynoldsvni Keal Kstato Uuiiding, Main street. KnynoldsviJle, Pa. J NEFF, JUSTICE OF THE PEACD Aucl Ilea! Kstats Agent KoyntIdsvile, Pa. gMITII M. McCIiKIGHT, ATTORN HY-AT-LA W. Rotary Public ami Itnnl Rstate Agents. Oak leuiloDs will rr-oolve .iom.t aitemlon. Offloe In the I(,-j,(iWhviii lluniiriire Oo. Uulldlna, Unln alrxet, Id juoi.mviliv. Pa. 3VXyV.ni5L3I.TJ3. PITTSBURG. Grain, Flour ind Feed. W h"t No. a red M . Hyn-No.J M i Corn No 2 yellow, nsr tl ti N. yellow, shelled Ji Mliwl ear g a Oats No. 8 white at an Nn. 'A white k Sft Flour WIntnr pamnt IM tin Kaney strrilffht winters a 40 6 M liny No. 1 Timothy 11 00 II m riovnr No. i (i ;o jo no FeeilNn. I white mll. tnn. ....... JO 50 2100 llrown mliMlifiKs ;7'0 17 (to limn, hulk 18 of) )H e Straw Wheat , 75 7 00 Oat 6 7) 7 00 Dairy Product!. Butter KlRln creamery I it Ohlocronrnoiy 20 tt Fancy country roll It) ih Chensn Ohio, now H 14 Now York, new 1) 14 Poultry, Etc. Finns per lb I II 1 Chli :k"ns lrese,...t 1" IS Ekkh Pa. and Ohio, fresh IH 19 Fruits ant) Vegetables. i atitmKP per ton 1R (K Onlonrt pr barrel j mi ii BALTIMORE. Flour Winter Patent S r. w boat No. a red m t.'orn Mixed r, IS butter Ohio creamery PHILADELPHIA. Flour w lntr Patent S 5 V) Wl.uul Vn .J at rj. (Torn No . y rol TW1 fcn flats No. il while flutter f'reiiiriory Kkks Pennsylvania firsts NEW YORK. Flr.nr Patents . 1 fl Wheat No. 2 red 1 Corn No. 2 Oats No. 2 white Butter t-'reamery Kk State and Pennsylvania... LIVE 8TOCK. Cattle, Kitra. M.V) to 1000 lbs Prime, 110 to 144X1 lbs .. Medium, 1100 to laoo lbs........ Tidy, lorn to 1160 Bui. her. (60 to 1100 Common to fair JP3M S75 Oien, common to fat 75 400 Common tnaood fal bulsanii cows DM 8.V) Mlkhcowa.each 1600 4500 Hrga. Prime heavy hors l 0l (10 prime medium weights A 10 6 Y best heavy yorkers aid medium s 00 e 10 Good plas and llcthtyo-kers t 576 Fits, common to gooi 4 70 4m) Houaha 7rt 4 .- Btafa 8j W 6 beep. Extra I SOO B in feood to choice ft 3S 5 W Medium 47 62f Common to fair I V) 4 00 Lambs 6 90 a 00 Calves. Veal, eitra 600 TOO Veal, acod to choice 3.VJ 4'l Vtai, ccinmon heary 8JJ J7J Work the Supreme Need. The a'lvlce of the President to par ents to bring their children up to work Is sound. What this country impera tively needs is a system by which men can get money only by earning It. The other ways are bringing all our Institutions perilously near destruc tion. Baltimore American. According to the federal census th;re were about 43,000 engineers and surveyors Id he United States in 1900, states the New York Tri bune. Our contemporary estimates that not more than 40,000 persons were entitled to be regarded as such Still, without making any dijcounl whatever, It appears that only a year or two liter fully one-third as many young men were studying with the Intention of engaging in the same pursuits. The actual addition to th various branches of the engineering profession is to be computed, ot course, from the number of gradu ates, anu it is not an extravagant esti mate which puts the average for th last three or four yeirs at 4.000 ot 5.000, or from eight tc ten per cent I w f the toial number of those who art ".xtively employed as engineers and surveyors. A modern man o' war Is a for mtdable looking piece of mechanism, but the danger It presents to in ene my In war is altogether dependent on th sighting ability of the maa be bind the gun, avers the Atlanta Con stitution. Russia had some up-to-date warships, but their gunners were aa Children plsying with toys. The lighthouse at Conitma, Bpain, Is believed to be the oldest one now In use. It was erected during the reign cf Trajan and rebuilt la 1634.
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