REMEMBRANCE.
Ths happiest moment of my life?
Once, in hush divine,
Her little hand, like homing dove.
Stole softly into mine.
A
E3V NEIL
His eyes followed her till she dis
appeared through the doorway of the
brilliantly-lighted mansion, then he
turned slowly down the neatly grav
eled walk, and bitterly he cursed his
lot.
Heretofore his mind Jiad been so
tent on winning what was to him the
fairest flower of Peterhof, that he
had not paused to consider his cir
cumstances. Now, to-night, when
lie had won her, he suddenly awak
ened to the fact that he was far from
being In a position to claim the prize.
iWbat was his paltry allowance as a
Cossack of the Imperial Bodyguard?
Could he ask her to leave the lavish
wealth and comfort of the great man
sion of one of Russia's aristocrats
to starve on his small salary? Never!
.The very idea maddened htm. And
yet hope was there of much improve
ment in his circumstances?
She bad exhorted him to be pa
tient, and hope for something to turn
up. She had reminded him that the
government was liberal In rewarding
special services.
"Special services." Ah, yes, why
not? Might he not be able to ferret
out something of value? He knew
the humor and policy of the govern
ment. He would keep his eyes open.
Weeks passed into months before
anything unusual occurred to give
Ratlnoff the slightest chance to dis
tinguish himself. Then, one morning
be was delighted to find that he had
been intrusted with an Important
commission to a distant province. He
accepted with a light heart. He saw
In this chance the touch of her pretty
little band, and immediately he was
on his mettle.
Most of the way had to be made
by the use of relays of horses, for it
was through a part of the country
where railroads were almost un
known. All went well until the
return was being made, then the
spring rains set in, and for daya it
poured almost continually. The mud
became dreadful. The roads in some
places were almost impassable. Rat
lnoff fumed and stormed at the very
poor progress that was being made.
He carried a bundle of important
papers which must reach St. Peters
burg at the earliest moment; the
earlier, the more likely to result fa
vorably for the carrier. The stalte
was tremendous. It was not merely
the winning of favor with the gov
ernment; it wasn't merely loyalty on
the fatherland; it was, Indeed, to
him almost life itself, for what was
life without the one dearer even than
life?
Cruelly he urged the driver to
show no mercy to the plunging
horses. But the driver was keen
witted and stubborn, and absolutely
refused to kill the horses; though
be left them half dead where each
fresh relay was secured.
The rain continued, and the roads
became more boggy every moment.
"You tell me," said Ratlnoff to
the driver, "that there will only be
one more relay of horses before we
reach the railroad?"
"Just one," was the reply.
"Then man, let me beg, In 'the
name of God, that you put them
through for all they are worth for
the rest of the way. Don't you really
think, now, that this pair can safely
do a little better than that? It
won't be very far now till they are
relieved."
Thus appealed to, the driver for
the first time became a little reck
less. He whipped up the horses, and
they plunged more wildly forward.
The road here was scarcely distin
guishable from the boggy morass
which flanked it. The mud and water
were everywhere. Even the skilled
driver was as yet unaware that they
had really reached the boggy ground.
Ratlnoff s.M ' intently witching the
struggling hories, with Hps shut tight
in grim determination. The driver,
with sidelong glances, was watching
him. He saw the terrible anxiety,
be saw . cruel suffering when the
torses showed signs of lagging.
"Go on! Go on, boys!" be
ihouted, and again he plied the whip,
The horses sprang forward, but
with the first Jump the nigh horse
plunged desperately, paused, seemed
to settle back on his haunches, made
a last supreme effort, and then fell
forward in the mud.
'"The morass!" shnntprf fha ftru
as be leaped down Into the mud, and
began hastily to unhitch the horses.
The Cossack also jumped into the
mud without a moment's hesitation,
and worked with a skill which almost
equaled the driver's.
After a long, hard struggle, they
succeeded, by using ropes attached
to the traces of the free horse, in
drawing the poor beast up onto the
road again. But the mishap had al
most completely exhausted the al
reaay urea animal, and progress
after that-was exceedingly slow.
' . 'At last they did reach the station
. where the fresh horses would be
ready for the last stage. Ratinoff
told the driver to get out the others
and he would unhitch these.
RUSSIAN
The sweetest sound I ever heard!
Ah, rest from agony!
Ah, precious poignancy of life
illy first-born's earliest cry!
Harper's Bazar.
DAW80N.
In a moment the driver returned,
and his face was full of dismay.
"What's wrong?", asked Ratlnoff
quickly.
"There Is only one fresh horse.
The other one is completely used up
on one leg."
"Can he not go on It at all?"
"No, he can't even stand on it."
"There is only one thing to do,"
said Ratlnoff cool in his despera
tion "bring out the good horse, and
put him in place of this night one,
and we'll do the best we can."
"But it will kill that off horse to
take him on," was the sulky reply.
"It can't be helped; bring out that
horse."
The cool determination of the Cos
sack won, and they were soon press
ing on. The rain came down in tor
rents. The road was often flooded.
After a struggle of hours they
came in sight of the river. The driver
gasped, and went pale..
"The bridge!" he exclaimed. "The
bridge will be gone. The poor old
thing could never stand that. See
the torrent of water!"
"It's there still! Yes, It's there!"
shouted Ratinoff, as they rounded the
bend.
"The frame is still there, but the
planks will be gone, for the. water
Is over it. We can go no farther."
"Nonsense, man. don't say that;
we must go on. There might not be
one plank gone."
"What's that down there? and
the driver pointed below.
JUDAS
, OUR KIPPSK WSALTtt.
We have been hearing a good deal lately of hidden wealth. Lord
Cromer, In a recent speech, gave curious examples of the Egyptian
custom of hoarding. Over there a man buries his fortune In his garden,
and what is bo wonderful to us seems able, nevertheless, to sleep o
nights. Our American cousins, in the stress of their present financial
troubles, appear to have been doing something similar. They find their
cupboard or their stocking a safer place than their banks. Hoarding is
an old and a wide-spread habit. The traveler In Armenia, or any other
of the Turkish provinces, hears continually of hidden treasure. The
people who own it dress poorly and live in mean houses. They know
that the slightest hint of riches would bring on them the raider, or,
still worse, the Government official, whose one idea of governing la
plunder.
And, indeed, most of the world's wealth is hidden. We have only
as yet scratched the surface of our property. If only our small free
holder, on his fifty acres, knew all there was beneath It, and how to get
at it, every toot of his land might be more valuable than Lombard
street. That is what makes prospecting the most fascinating of pur
suits. So marvelously stored is our planet that at any moment we
may stumble upon Golconda. And what is more Important here than
the body's march in search of treasure is the march of the mind, for we
possess in proportion as we know. For untold ages savage tribes
roamed the Western Continent, and were as poor at the end as at the
beginning. The white man, occupying for a century or two the samo
space, by his science makes It the richest part of the globe. That s
why we are as yet only at the beginnings of wealth. The mass of It lies
buried in the as yet unknown qualities of things. What do we know or
the possibilities of heat and light, of the water in the sea, of the wood of
the table we are writing on? Everywhere there are glimpses of un
tapped forces, of transformation of common things, more wonderful In
their potentialities than the miracle of Aladdin's lamp or of the philos
opher's stone. The Christian World.
"Well, that's only one.
There
might not be another gone."
"Well, I'm not going to try to
find out, for even it there were planks
enough to cross on, we couldn't do
it. ' The frame wouldn't stand the
strain. The water alone won't let
it live two minutes longer."
Instantly the truth of this state
ment flashed upon the mind of Rat
inoff. "Say," he whispered, "do you
think I could make it on foot?"
"It might just be possible, but only
a fool would try it. There is only
one chance in a hundred."
Ratinoff sprang from the carriage,
and strapped the leather wallet
around his neck.
"Keep to the edge, and always
keep hold of the framework," shout
ed the driver. "God-bye, and God
preserve you."
Ratinoff ran forward with one arm
around the side rail. The water was
up to his knees, and Icy cold, but he
scarcely heeded. Deeper and deeper
got the water as he neared the cen
tre. Presently his foot dropped Into
an opening, but his arm around the
railing saved him. For almost two
rods there was scarcely a plank
intact, and he worked slowly forward
on the frame-work. The water was
rising every moment. He feared
the crash would overtake him, and
be hurried forward. The water was
above his waist. He was within two
rods of the end when he heard a
crash behind, and ' felt a swinging
motion begin. Ho thought of letting
go the frame and making a wild dash,
but he dared not. He struggled on,
his eye ever on the end of the frame
work, which he expected every mo
ment to break from its fastening on
the shore. The dusk of evening was
quickly settling, and his eyes were
full of spray, but yet he clearly saw
the quivering timbers wrench them
selves free. He let go, and ran wild
ly forward. Already it had left the
shore. He jumped as best he could
In the boisterous waters. He struck
bottom in water which almost
reached to his shoulders. He stag
gered up the bank and' reached the
solid ground, 'only to find himself
utterly exhausted. An icy numb
ness was stealing over htm. He saw
a light In a eottage soma distance
ahead, and shouted wildly. The nest
instant he was lying in the mud,
completely unconscious.
When at last his eyes opened he
stared in a dazed sort of way at the
ceiling of the rough cottage, and at
the peasants who were bending over
him. In a moment he remembered
and nervously felt for the wallet
which was lying by his side. .
. "It's all right, sir," remarked the
owner of the cottage. "We haven't
touched It at all."
The Cossack, thus assured, heaved
a sigh of relief, and soon dropped
off to sleep.
When next he awoke it was with
the sound of voices In his ears. He
listened without so much as opening
his eyes or moving a muscle.
"Yes, but It must be clearly under
stood from the first that there is to
be no meddling wtth means which are
violent or unlawful. Grievances
against our government we certainly
have, and I am quite willing that we
shall meet here in a neighborly way
to talk about them, but it must be
distinctly understood that no hothead
will be allowed to speak rash and
violent words which can only result
In harm."
. Ratlnoff knew It to be the voice of
his host.
"That's right. That's right," was
the murmured assent. '
"What luck! This is your chance,
your chance," whispered the evil one
in Ratlnoff's ear. "You know they
will liberally reward 'special service.'
Your commission is a very ordinary
service, but this will be special. It
will pay well. Then you can claim
her."
But all the man in him rebelled
against the thought. Betray his host,
to whom he owed his life and the
safety of his papers? Never!
"But it's only business," came the
evil whisper. "Every man must look
out for himself. You'll never be able
to claim her If you don't do some
thing of this kind. .They may not be
exactly traitors In heart yet, but they
soon will be If they hold these meet
ings, and they are traitors now in the
eyes of the Government."
Two weeks later a hand of Cos
sacks made a raid on the little cot-
tage down by the river. Four men
were secured.
"Have we the right one?" demand
ed the captain.
"Yes, that is he on your left,"
came the answer from the group of
Cossacks.
The old man knew the voice, and
turned his eyes in blank amazement
upon the man he had rescued two
weeks before. In speechless con
tempt he stared for some moments,
then he quiettf turned and kissed
his wife and little ones good-bye.
And he knew it was for the last time.
After some weeks there was an
other big batch of criminals being
transported to Siberia, that ghastly
graveyard of the living dead, and the
mother and her little ones In the lone
ly cottage by. the river clung wildly to
one another, and mingled their tears
of bitterness and loss, when they
looked over the list of names.
. Weeks passed. And another Item
of news found its way to the desolate
little cottage.
There had been a great wedding
In Peterhof. Ratinoff, a Cossack of
the Imperial Bodyguard, was the
bridegroom. Because of recent spe
cial services rendered in the cause of
the fatherland, the Government
thought fit to donate a substantial
wedding gift It consisted of a purso
of twenty-five roubles and a pension
for life.
The lonely mother listened in si
lence, and her face was hard and
drawn as she gazed on the wasted
forms of her, little ones, whose faces
were pinched with hunger and blue
with the cold.
At last she broke the gnawing si
lence, but her words were few and
very, very bitter. She said only:
"And Judas got only twenty-five gel
ders." This is not a mere story. It is
based on facts hard, cold facts.
And yet Russia wonders why her
people are. so restless and so discon
tented with uie Government. Poor
Russia! Christian Guardian.
, 61am is the land of temples. New
ones are constantly being built and
the old ones wely repaired.
Cy Woods Hutchinson, A. M , M. D,
ttA4A4k I OMR flint rfpllinlnna
J which is now devastating our breakfast tables, while others
T Z are Of most resnwtnhln nntlnnllv. Anuirnr thn Inttpr Is
5 that very ancient survival, the notion that particular foods
7 are "good" for particular things or effects. This is an al-
most lltret't floRPpnripnf nf thn nnrinn hnl,1 with irrpntai nr
r less unanimity by nearly all savage and barbarous tribes,
, J that the flesh or viscera of birds and animals possessing par
ticular qualities will be likely to produce the same qualities
In those who eat them. Thus Nero used to banquet on nightingale's tongues
In the hope of Improving his voice, and the Ojluwa cut out and devoured the
heart of a bear, the liver of a buffalo, etc., believing that the strength and
courage of these animals would thereby be transferred to himself. It Is
probable that the most grewsome of ancestral rites cannibalism wjs largely
due to the same belief, although, of course, In Neanderthal days primitive
man would have no more hesitancy about eating his enemy after he had killed
him than he would In devouring a bear or a deer. In fact, the early converts
of the missionaries In the South Sea Islands referred to their favorite dish
as "long pig." Every known race has at some time been cannibal.
There certainly was a childlike logicality and naivete about the concep
tion of the Maori warrior who rounded and completed his conquest of his en
emy by eating him afterwards, and thus acquiring all the vigor and energy
which had been wont to oppope him. The story told of the old Maori chief
who, upon his death-bed, when urged by the missionary and his favorite wife
to a death-bed repentance, and told that In order to do so. he must first for
give his enemies, proudly lifted his dying head and exclaimed, "I have no
enemies; I have eaten them all," appeals to a slumbering chord in us even
yet. While certain most intelligent people to-day would indignantly resent
the accusation of reverting to such days and ideas, they will vigorously de
nounce the eating of pork as an unholy thing, on the ground that "be who
eats pork thinks pork," and the more orthodox of them will even declare Ibat
while Scripture records that the devils entered Into swine, we have no as
surance that they ever came out of them. From McClure's Magazine.
By Professor
HE history of American mining-towns presents many ex-
T amplcs of the determining effect of mineral deposits. Butte,
X Montana, Is a city of 26,000 inhabitants supported by copper
X underlying about one square mile of land surface. The
J metal forms the sole ralson d'etre of this considerable set
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tlement, for in other respects the region is unproductive and
unattractive; without the mines the locality would support
with difficulty a population of one hundred souls. The min
!
eral deposits of Nevada occur beneath strips of land a few
hundred feet In width and ih the midst of a hopeless desert, but they have
formed, plausible pretext for adding a State to the Union and two Senators
to Congress. The decline of the lodes has now reduced Virginia City to a
population of 2500, as against 11,000 in 1880, when It was one of the busiest
cities in America, In the midst of a superlatively "booming" Slate. In 1900
Nevada was credited with a population of 42,335 a figure somewhat under
that for 1870; thus this State, with an area twice that of New England, has
less population than Wterbury. Connecticut. Through the existence of min
eral products In close proximity, Pittsburg has become the emporium for
coal, petroleum, and Iron. Its case differs, however, from the above, for its
development was far less artificial, and its destiny could never be that of the
regions already mentioned. Three navigable rivers converge at this point;
valleys Bunk In a plateau provide natural routes for approaching railways.
Natural and unnatural access, it may be added, are contrasted at Pittsburg by
the fact that one railroad has recently been forced to expend 135,000,000 to
effect an entrance to the city by overcoming a minor geographic obstacle.
Harper's Magazine.
Something New ' h
nnsuan rsycnoiogy
Ey Right Rev.
WOULDN'T agree to cure a case of grip without the assist
ance of a physician. I want to make It plain that I expect
to work band In hand with physicians. By giving you good
suggestions, however, I would do much toward curing the
disease and probably would banish it entirely.
Just how shall I go about putting my theories to practical
use? As Is being done in Emmanuel Church, Boston, I shall
address -myself to the subconscious minds of those who de
sire to be cured, and will give them such suggestions as
I
may be beneficial to them.
To cure a person who Is suffering
ailment. I shall use two methods. The
the evil the patient's cause for worry or despondency. If that is removable
it should immediately be removed, and the cure is effected.
The second method Is to give such suggestions as will lodge themselves
in the subconscious mind and direct the actions and deeds of the patient upon
another and more beneficial plane. There are thousands of cases which
nuii ha wonderfully benefited In this manner.
Neurasthenia, an ailment of the mind, is the commorfest and worst dls
php 0f the nresent- day. It is a disease that certainly can be cured by this
means, it is being done in Boston every day, and it may be done in Chicago.
What is the Best
Fiction ?
By H. M.
HE best fiction of today has really more of constructive art
than that which preceded it, though this art, following the
T
lines of life rather
test in obvious features. It has more varied traits, instead
of a few emphatically pronounced or merely typical fea-
1 i II tures. It has a deeper dramatic Interest, intellectually ant
II emotionally, though the drama itself is so changed , to
" Jl follow the pattern which life itself makes, yet In its course
unfolding novel surprises. Above all, It has more spontan
eous play of human activities and a finer and more vital humor not the spe
clfle humor which excltas to laughter or even suppressed merriment, but
which, like 6very other quality of the
without losing articulate distinction, concurrent with the ever-varying course
of the writer's thought and feeling. Humor, In this sense, 'is the most dis
tinctive quality of life Uie Index of Its flexibility, of its tenderness, mercy.
and forgiveness. Harper's Magazine.
nrn nf milat mnilarn HntA- lllrn iha taA
)
Affect Population
A C. Keller.
Samuel Fallows,
of Chicago. ' m wx,G
from nervous breakdown or a mental
first method Is to seek for the root of
Jllden. .
than an arranged scheme, is not man!
modern art of expression, is pervasive,
MAXIM FORESEES
AERIAL WAR SHIPS.
Tells of Their Possibilities at
"Balloon Dinner" of tit Al
dine Association'
Prediction that the practical attain
ment of aerial navigation now is truly
at hand was coupled with enthusiastic
and reverent tribute to the world's
great Inventors by the speakers at the
balloon dinner" given by the mem
bers of the Aldine Association, in
their club rooms, No., Ill Fifth ave
nue. Professor Alexander Graham
Bell, Hudson Maxim, the inventor of
smokeless powder, and Major George
O. Squler, U. S. A., who has had di
rection of many of the Government's
aeronautic experiments, were among
the men who proclaimed the day of
successful aerial navigation at band.
As showing what has been accom
plished thus far in America and
abroad, Augustus Post, one of the
practical pioneers of the Aero Club
of America,' delivered an address,
which was illustrated by moving pic
tures showing the Vllle de Paris In
flight and Henry Farman making the
recent dash in his aeroplane, which
attracted attention around the world.
"The flying machine," said Mr.
Maxim, "is no longer confined to the
realm of fancy or Imagination, but
the conquest of the air Is already far
advanced, and the era of practical util
ity is near. In the not distant future
we shall have our automobiles of the
air, and In the wars of the future we
shall have our aerial battleships, our
cruisers, our torpedo boats and tor
pedo boat destroyers. But they will
be airy, frail and fairy craft, Indeed,
compared with the grim steel mon
sters of the sea. -
"Although the value of the flying
machine in future wars will be mainly
as a scouting craft, still its value
and importance for that service alone
is hard to overestimate, for the flying
machine vtdettes will be at once the
eyes and ears of the armies of the
future.
"Possibly,' too, we shall have our
torpedo hawk, taloned with dynamite.
which will swoop down out of the .
sky. Although flying machines could
not be expected successfully to at
tack battleships, coast fortifications
or large cities and work much damage
with high explosives, still they might
attack torpedoes and small torpedo
craft with aerial bombs planted and
exploded beside them under water.
. "The more highly scientific war
enginery becomes, more and more
will home and country be defended
by machinery and less by blood.
Fewer and fewer men will be obliged
to engage in the trade of war, and '
more and more will be able to devote
themselves to personal pursuits.
Less and less will war be the arbiter
of nations. The aerial navy will be
the great bulwark of peace and a very
great step toward the permanence of
peace. And as mercy is largely a
product of civilization, future con
quest will be more and more tem
pered wtth mercy until mercy shall
have conquered war. Altruism is
born of love, but international love
making must be done with armor
on." New York Herald.
A Clever Animal.
Mayor Tom L. Johnson, of Cleve
land, has been pluckily fighting a
law-Infringing street railway. He
tore up the railway's tracks, an In
junction was served against him, and
then he In bis turn secured another
Injunction. '
"We are like the old lady and the
dog, with our Injunctions and man
damuses and what not," said Mayor
Johnson the other day.
"There was, you know, an old lady
who rented a furnished villa for the
summer, and with the villa a large
dog also went. .
"In the sitting room of the villa
there was a comfortable armchair.
The old lady liked this chair better
than any other in the house. V She
always made for it the first thing.
"But, alas, she nearly always
found the chair occupied by the large
dog.
"Being afraid of the dog, she
never dared bid it harshly to get out
of the chair, as she feared that it
might bite her, but Instead she would
go to the window and call 'cats.'
"Then the dog would rush to the
window and bark, and the old lady
would slip Into the vacant chair
quietly.
"One day the dog entered the
room and found the old lady in pos
session of the chair. He strolled
over to the window and, looking out,
appeared much excited and set up a
tremendous barking.
"The old lady arose and hastened
to the window to see what was the
matter1, and the dog quietly climbed
into the chair." Democratic Tele
gram. ( Joy in Doing Good.
Never did any soul do good, but it
became readier to do the same again,
with more -enjoyment. Never was
love, or gratitude, or bounty prac
ticed, but with increasing joy which
made the practlcer still more in love
with the fair act. Shaftesbury.
Salt in the Coffin.
It Is the survival of an ancient
custom which was" once universal.'
The custom grew out of the idea that
Satan hates salt because it is the
symbol of incorruption and Immortal
ity. New York American. .
Kipling's School.
Rudyard Kipling said to me once
In conversing on the subject of an
exchange of ideas: "Why, all I ever
knew somcjody told me." Robert
Barr, In Detroit Free Press.