Newspapers aro suppressed in Japan not merely for political reasons, but for publishing scandalous articles on the private life and family affairs of individuals. A Boston jury recently decided that "Yankee Doodle" was not a fit tuno for a Sunday concert, and now objec tion is being made by the Now Eng land Sabbath Protection Leaguo to a Sunday performance of Rossini's ora torio, "Moses in Egypt." The salt industry of Utah is grow ing rapidly. Five years ago not ovor twenty carloads of refined, or, as commonly called, commercial salt, were sold annually to outside points by Utah men, says tho San Francisco Examiner. Now the busiuoss is about 1300 cars of refined salt annually. ThoTlartford (Conn.) Courant tells a story of Yalo in tho old days. Tho boys to bribo the printers' "devils" to got proofs of tho examina tion papers for thorn. When tho col lego authorities put a stop to this practice a bright idea seized ouo follow and ho saved tho whole suffering party. He hired ono of tho printers (it was summer) to wear a pair of white trousers to tho office, and at noou to sit down on tho "form" in which were locked tho precious questions. Tho inky seat of that pair of trousers sold for a deal moro than tho clothes woro worth in their original epotlessness, and relief was assured. Cambridge, Mass., is indignant, justly it would seem to Harper's Weekly, because the Postoffico De partment declines to recognize its ex istence ofilcially except as "Station F, Boston." Tho city ordered tho other day of tho Government soruo thou sands of stamped onvolopes on which was to be printed tho notico to return, if not dolivered to City Hall, Cam bridge, Massachusetts. Word came back that the printing would not be done as ordered, but tho letters would bo made returnable to Station F, Bos ton. Of courso Cambridge was indig nant. It got its envelopes and had them printed privately to its own taste, and now its Citizens' Trado Associa tion is on tho war path, and its Con gressman bus been notified to make trouble. Harvard University, as loca ted by tho Postoffico printer, is at "Station F, Boston." It is truo tho settlement of tho West and Northwest has been largely by immigrants from foreign countries, but theee immigrants have been of the best kind. The class of immigrants who find it to their tasto to drift into tho slums of the largo cities have never come west of Chicago in large num bers, says the Sioux City (Iowa) Jour nal. The Germans, French, Dutch, English, Scotch, Scandinavians and Irish, who have gono upon farms of tho West to rnnko homes for them selves, or have built up the small towns and flourishing young cities of tho West, havo been intelligent aud well educated, and they have come to the United States with fixed purposes and sensible plans. Tho fact that the undesirable immigrants aro filling up tho cities of tho East and driving Americans westward is sufficient cause for alarm—in the East. It is this fact that gives to the movement for greater restrictions on immigration so much force. It is not desirable that we should receive fewer immigrants, but it is desirable that thoso immigrants should bo of a better class. The reasons for the interest with which the plans for a Pacific cable are watched in England aro not altogether political or strategical, says tho Now York Post. The possible diversion of cable traffic from an old submurino system to a new is indicated in somo figuies given in London at tho last meeting of the "Eastern Extension" Company, one of the greatest of tho enterprises to which Sir John Pender gave his thought. Tho gross revenue is about $1,000,000 a year ; tho work ing expenses run only about $900,000 n year. Di cussing tho prospects of a 1 acitic cable c ompetition, tho Marquis of Tweedale said that the loss of the Easttru Exlenlion business might range from SBOO,OOO to $1,250,000 a year. He hardly expected such ad verse conditions, however, aud mean time the new rival cables had not been laid. As to the possibilities of an augmented cable traffic at tho anti podes and with China and Japan, it appeared that an iuorcaso of $250,000 in the last half-year had sprung almost entirely from the activity iu "Wea traliau" gold mining, As regards tho stability of the English submarine cablo enterprises, it may bo noted that the Eastern Extcntion property is valued at a premium of $10,000,000 on its capital value, aud tho allied Eastern Telegraphs at about $20,000,- 000 moro over the capital value. WHEN THE WINTER SUN 13 LOW When the wintor sun is low And the wind through waving trees, Flinging frost doth hurrying go. Moaning liko tho moaning sea; Through tho fields bereft of cheer Sad I walk and dream of thoo— All were sweet If thou wort hero; Love, why com'st thou not to me? When tho wintor moon is high, And tho blast noross tho wold Llowoth from tho northern sky Whore tho stars aro gllstouiug oold, o't the sighing foils alone Sad I walk and dream of thoo— Sorrow never maketli moan, O, ray love, when thou'rt with ma. When tho stars wax taint aud white, And gray dawn begins to shake Through tho skies her dappled light, Frora my restless couoli I wake; Then my soul files out to thee, Swift to theo, her own sweet oboicef Ah! why oom'st thou not to me, With tho healing of thy voice? Through the fields I walk In woo, # For thy smile is far away; And the tears In secret flow, Sorrow's rain, from day to day. Oh, my sweetheart, oh my own, Why should s- ace or pl'ico divido Hearts that God hath made as one? Thoo I claim, my heaven sent bride! —D. J. Douahoe, in Donation's Magazine. AN All MY I'OST STORY. UY CLARENCE L. CCLLEN. "YH n /yIIjSON joiueJ tlie f, \Y r buttery at Fort \/\f Canby a little while before the a Territory of W'ush .-■"S'"ffv.-. "' A became a v ■ " I Ee had ss•l V\ .. V-> enlisted at Seattle 8% V'fc • 11 recruit, aud -• was therefore classed as a "prairio chicken," as soldiers then wcro who "took on" anywhere west of the Mississippi. Wo all had a good many reasons lor believing, however, that Wilson was not quite so muoh of a rooruitas his Seattle enlistment record showed on its face. None of us could remember having soldiered with him anywhere, and his face was unfamiliar to all. Nevertheless, from tho day he arrived at Canby in charge of the So attlo batch of recruits, of which, ac cording to tho list lie handed to the officer of tho day, ho was one, he car ried himself too much liko a soldier to fool thoso of us who hud boon in the outfit a long time. Old Sergeant Fisher took tho re cruits out to the parade ground, the morning after their mrival, to bogiu to liek them into shape in the awkward squad. Wilson was among them. Ho tried to assume the recruit's clumsi ness, but we could see that the job was a little too much for him. Ho was too naturally graceful a man in his carriage for that, and his shoulders were too square. At the command of execution he forgot himself every tirao, and stepped out with the left foot. A re cruit never does that. It takes at least six months to teach a recruit he is possessed of a left foot. Old Fisher gave "To tho rear, march!" suddenly, and it caught Wilson napping. Alone of the squad, he whirled on tho ball o! his left foot and took a step rearward, ' while the rest of the squad iguorantly ploughed on. It was a bad giveaway, and Wilson's dark, handsome face flushed. Old Fisher's eyo was sharp, if ho had been canteen eergcaut for six years. "Halt!" he commanded tho squad of recruits, and in their own time, one by one, they halted. "Wilson, fall out." Wilson fell out, and for a time stood by watchiug old Fisher drill the rookies in the facings. After awhi'o the sergeant, having brought tho squad to a rest, walked over to Wilson, looked him over for a minute with a sort of half smile, and said; "What's the use?" "None," said Wilson, probably see ing that the game was up so far as old Fisher was concerned. All the same, not to make the offi cers suspicious, the drill sergeant took Wilson out with the awkward squad every day lor a time. It was # a lino thing to seo Wilson handle his rifle when the guns were dished out to tho rookies for the first time. A young lieutenant,fresh from West Point,hap pened to drop into the day room, and 110 stopped for a while to watch tho new men trying to get through the manual. His eyo naturally drifted to Wilson, who would have attracted at tention iu tho middlo rank of a regi ment, for he certainly was a lino looking chap. Wilson was trying to handle his gun as if he had never seen one before. Wo couldn't help but grin jackassicully as we stood around, although we woro careful not to lot the little West Point Hhavotail seo us do it, for we all liked Wilson and didn't want to see hiiu get into any trouble. Wilson tried so hard to make it appear that he didn't even know what a rifle was made for that ho dropped it while the squad was stand ing at a rifle parade rest. It mado a terrific clatter, uud tho littlo lieuten ant's eyes snapped. "Gawk I" ho muttered, while Wil eon, red and nervous, reached out aud picked up tho gun. "Attention !" shouted tho drill ser gcaut. \\ ilson alone of the batch was like a ramrod before the echoes of tho ! command died away in the day room. "Right shoulder—hums!" Wilson's gun came to his shoulder with a snap, the three movements perfect, while the other follows of the squad were sluggishly coming to a port, a present, a carry, everything but a right shoul der. "Fix—bay-o nets!" Wilson's was fixed with tho rapidity and precision of an export. "Well," said tho little lieutenant under his breath, as lie turned away with ft kind of puzzled twinklo in his eye. Wilson was put to duty the next day, and caught commanding officer's orderly tho first time ho went on guard. All of us who occupied bunks in tho old-timers' squad room Lad to con fess that Wilson was as iino a soldier a3 wo had over seon. Nouo of us ever asked him what outfit ho had been in before he camo to our layout as a recruit. Wilson was a very quiet man, well eduoatod —wo used to soo him reading queer-looking books in foreign languages, as ho lay on his bunk on rainy afternoons —and wo didn't caro to bother him with questions. It was none of our busi ness, anyhow. A young whelp of a rookie was watching Wilson daddyaok his cartridgo bolt one day, and, like tho pup that he was, ho said so • that the other fellows in tho room could hoar him: "Oho, but hasn't Wilson done that a lot o' times before, I'd just liko to know!" One of us reached over, caught tho cub by the scruff of tho neck and dropped him over tho bannisters of tho doublo-deoker quarters. Wilson said nothing, although thero was an odd sort of gloam in his black eyes. Thcro woro no allusions to his past after that, you can bet. Fort Cauby is a beautiful, gloomy post. It is at the mouth of tho Colum bia River, under the shadow of tho mountain that forms the extremity of Capo Disappointment. Oh, but tho Pacific batters wildly, wildly at thoso black rocks. In the quarters wo could always hear the roar of the sea. Tho sound used to break some of us up a little, kind of, at night, after tho lights went out. I don't know why. Tho sea is mournful, anyhow, I think. A hundred salmon fishermen from As toria and 11 Waco got upset and drowned on that wicked Columbia bar while wo were there. Well, anyhow, Wilson used to spend nearly ull of tho time that ho wasn't on duty down by tho sea. 110 had a big dragon tattooed on his knotty loft arm, and a barkentiuo in three colors on his breast. Besides, he know a great deal about Japan and South America, as somo of us fouud out without being inquisitive, and wo knew that ho had been to sea. When, how, or iu what capacity, wo had no idea. But ho was fond of tho sight of the sea. Only once in a while did he join in the football gatnu with tho gang 011 tho parado ground. When ho did, he always kicked a goal. On pay days some of us used to go across tho trail from tho post to 11 Waco, three miles away—aud thero were n lot of ugly looking black bears on that trail, too, 1 can toll you—aud—well, we'd load up on Jawboues's barbarous Si wash whisky. Jawbones was tho half breed Siwash who sold it. Wil son never went along with us. Ho didn't drink. We kind o' liked him for that, too, for, with big heads and sore stomachs, we wero all swearing off every pay day—after our mouoy was spent at Jawboues's. No, Wilson put iu his off duty timo tramping through tho pino and spruce forests along the beach, with a stick iu his hand, always alone. Ouo day tho tide rushod in suddenly and caught him at the foot of tho capo. Ho had to climb the 000-foot rock, which was almost perpendidular. I wouldn't have tried it for a million, even to save myself from drowning. Ho smiled a littlo when I told him so. He's boen aloft on ships, you know. Well, this is the finish. It has boen a long timo in coming, but you had to understand what manner ot man Wil son was. One bright day the sentry up at tho lighthouse yelled down to tho sergeant of (ho guard that an American man of-war Was coiuiug over the bar. Can by is a saluting station, so that men of-war uro always reported by tho guard. Wilson was walking number one post, in front of tho guard houso, and ho repeated tho lighthouse sen fry's call to tho sergeant inside. When the old guard was marched off, re lieved by tho new one, Wilson went up to tho lighthouse with one of us to have a look through the glasas at tho man-of-war. Ho grew a little pale as he mado her out through tho coast guard's binocular, but said nothing. She was one of the old black ships of the old navy, and had dropped hor mud hook off Astoria, ten milos across the hay. Her steam launch, dancing on tho rollers way off in the distanoe, was heading our way as Wilson looked through the glass. As tho launoh be gan to como near Wilson went down to tho little dock nlono. Tho officer of tho day and throe men of tho guard wore on tho dock, waiting to receive tho naval officer in tho launch, who carried tho compliments of tho com manding officer of the ship to tho com manding officer of our post. Tho launch pulled up alongsido tho dock, and, as tho guard came to a present, a fine-looking young naval officer stepped ashore. Ho was the living image of Wilson, only younger. All of the follows of the guard noticed tho resemblaneo instantly, but they did not see Wilson, who had hurriedly left tho dock whoa his counterpart with tho sword and tho silver anchors on his blouse collar stepped from the launch. The young naval officer and tho offi cer of tho day got into an ambulance and were driven to the commanding officer's quartors. Mens call wont in a few minutes, and wo wore all marched into dinner. The mess hall was on the floor below the sleeping quarters. Wo had scarcely sat down and bo gun to bully the kitchen police before wo heard a loud shot from tbo floor ! above. Wo made a rush for the stairs jto find out what the matter was. As 1 we scrambled up tho ambulance carry ing the young naval officer, returning to the launch from his mission, drew up out iu front of tho quarters. The j sea ollicor hud heard tho Hhot, and was hopping out of the ambulance to in- I vesti'/ate. Wo found Wilson sitting on tli'i edge of his bunk, in bis shirt sleeves, His shirt was soaked with blood, and thoro was n big holo in his right breast. His ride lay'on the floor be side the bunk. He had taken off his right shoe and pulled the trigger with his great toe. He was very white in the face, but smiling. "Well," he said in a low voice, as wo stooped over to oxamino him, "you fellows can sit around the stove and havo somothing to talk abdut on rainy aftornoons now. But it's ali right—all right—" Just then the young naval officer pushed through the crowd of us around the bunk. When he caught sight of his brother's faco he rcolod, and one of us had to catch him to pre vent him from falling. "Jaok! Oh, my God I" was all the young follow with the Bilver anchor could say. It was easy for us fellows standing around to see how his hoart was nching under his blouse. "It's all right, Ed,, all right—" Wo all snenkod away then. Well, no, I ean't say that any of us felt very hil arious just then for a fact. The little lieutenant of our battery went in. In a few minutos ho carno out, just almost carrying the young naval offioer, a man about twice as big as ho was. \Vo all volunteered for tho firing party, and the four young wind-push ers who trumpeted for the batteries quarreled over which of them should blow "taps" over the gravo. We'd all spent many an afternoon cleaning our guns after flring volleys who had passed from our outfit over the divido, but that certainly was the—well, the breakingest-up funoral that Canby ever saw. Wilson's brother was there, in full dross. But the naino that was printed by tho post painter on Wilson's hoadstono was not Wil son. It was the same name as that of the young naval officer. The cemetery at Canby is only a couplo of hundred feet from tho roaring sea. In a few weeks two ladies, ono quite old and white haired, tho other young, pretty, but sad looking, came to Can by in mourning. They had "Wilson's" body sent somowhero back to the States. It was a long timo before we got at the inside of thd story. Then wo found out that "Wilson" had gotten his commission at West Point and had reigned a year after his graduation on account of some difficulty. Ho had shipped in the navy as a bluejacket. After his first cruise ho had been drafted to a ship on whioh his broth er, who had moanwhile gradnated with distinction at Annapolis, was serving as u watch and division offioer. Tho humiliation of it had been too much for him, and "Wilson" had promptly deserted. Then we got him. Ho had probably been meditating suicide for a long timo, and tho final sight of his brother's faoe in suoh an off-the earth place as Fort Canby wrought upon him as tho working of n fate -that seemed to bo crushing. Thus the ritlo ball. Wo did not talk of him around tho stovo at all. But his gun was taken out of the rifle raolc and stewed away out of sight. Washing ton Star. Sweeping Willi Air, Ono of the greatest aids to the mod ern housekeeper is tho pneumatio sweeper. This surprising now inven tion, which nobody seems to claim ths honor of having discovered, and which is, thureforo, open to all manufactur ers, rolegntes tho broom to tho garrot and takes the place of the mechanical carpet sweeper, whioh a few yoars ago was thought to bo perfection. All that is nooossary to fit the pneu matic sweeper to any hotel or private house is a pipe connection for com pressed ail. When pneumatic sweop ers havo completely won their way pneumatio tubes may be carried into every house from a main in tho street, as is now done with gas and water. With suoh a connection tho whole house could bo oleanod from oellar to garret in a few hours and the labor of several servants could be dispensed with. The pnoumatio sweeper can bo applied to dusting tho furniture. The new sweeper consists simply of a long nozzlo attached to tho end of a rubber hose. The nozzlo is about the same size as a broom haudle. One end of this pipe is inserted into tho rubber house, and the other carries a brass arrangement about a foot iu width across the face. Hare thore is a narrow slit running from side to side, and not more than 1-32 of an inch in width. Through this narrow aporturo tho compressed air is forced at tho rato of seventy-five cubio feet a minute. Tho household using tho pneumatic sweep oo passes it back and forth over tho siirfaco of tjjo carpet.—New York Herald. A Thought-Weighing Machine, The cerobrum is tho organ of the will and it is known that in tho exer cise of its function thero is an increased supply of blood to that part. Profes sor Mosso, an ltaliau physiologist, has invented a thought-weighing machine, consisting of delicate balances so con trived that they weigh tho varying amount of blood in tho brain. Tho activity of tho brain is in direot pro portion to the amount of blood there in. According to a local newspaper report, tho machine is so delicatoly constructed that it readily detects tho difference iu tho exertion roqnired to read Greek above that necessary to read Latin. Every youngster is ready to boliovo in the maohine.—Medical He cord. The Czar's Morses and Carriages. Tho Czar of Russia has four sepa rate "services" of horses and oarriuges; namely, tho Russian, French, English aud gala sets. Each set comprises at least fifty horses. The Russian set acoompanies tho Emperor wborover he goes, and at Gatchina it is used, to gether with tho English set. CHILDREN'S CORNER. GOOD READING FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. Tho SIIIIoHt Question —A Diamond In the Hough—Curiosities At t a.died to IS um ber Kino—Hear Stops a Schoolina'm — 31 uitihie-the-Teg, a New iiuinc. DEAR little girl I with eyes of blue, Lm And yellow curls 11 and a dimple, too; / And we loved to tease her, as some folks do. And ask her the sil r- liest questions. "Oh what is Poppy, say, little Ann?" "Poppy? Poppy? Why, Poppy's a man," She smiled at us brightly as onward we ran With the silliest, silliest questions. "And what is Sissy?" The blue eyes gleam. "Sissy's a gu-url," she says with a scream Of laughter as light as a rippling stream, At this silliest, silliest question. "And Botty? Botty is surely a toy Of golden metal with no alloy?" "Botty? Botty? Why, Botty's a boy." The silliest, silliest question. "Then, what is Mommy?" The blue eyes shed A faint love glance, low dropped the head, "Why, Mommy Is Mommy." little Ann said To this silliest, silliest question. Oh, dear little girl with eyes of blue, And yellow curls and a dimple, too, Yes, Mommy is Mommy the whole world through; So good-bye to the silliest questions. —Philadelphia American. A Hough Diamond. Walking clown the street we saw two very ragged boys with bare toes, red and shining, and tattered clothes upon which the soil of long wear lay thick aud dingy. They were "few and far between"—only jacket and trousers — and these solitary garments were very unneighborly, and objected to a union, however strongly the autumn wind hinted at the comfort of such an ar rangement. One of the boys was per fectly jubilant over a half-withered bunch of flowers some person had cast away. "I say, Billy, warn't somebody real good to drop these 'ere posies jest where I could find 'em, and these so pooty and nice? Look sharp, Billy, and may be you'll find some blmeby— O, jolly! Billy, if dere ain't most half a peach, and tain't much dirty neither. 'Cause you ain't got no peach, you may bite first. Bite bigger, Billy, may be we'll find another 'fore long." That boy was not cold, nor poor, and never will be; bis heart will keep him warm, and if men and women forsake him the very angels will feed him and fold their wings about him. "Bite bigger, Billy, may be we'll find another 'fore long." What a hopeful little soul! If he finds his unselfishness illy repaid, he will not turn misanthrope, for God made him to be a man, one to bear his own burdens uncomplainingly, and help his fellows besides. CurloaitleH Attached to Number Nine. It Is by nines that eastern presents are given when made on a scale of great magnificence. "To the nines," expresses a state of perfection, as "dressed up to the nines." Chaucer, Hey wood and Shakespeare speak of a nine-days' wonder; a cat has nine lives; a tailor is the ninth part of a man; Shakespeare makes Hotspur cavil on the ninth part of a hair; it was a num ber of magical power dear to witches, as we read in Macbeth; Shakespeare again has the "Nine Sibyls of old Rome;" we have the games of nine men's morris and nine-pins; the butcher bird is called the nine-killer, from its habit of Impaling nine of the animals on which it feeds before it begins its meal; the nine of Diamonds is called the curse of Scotland; there were nine muses; nine planets; nine order of an gels—angels, archangels, virtues, pow ers, principalities, dominions, thrones, cherubim, 6eraphim; the Etruscans had ( nine god 3 who alone had the power of hurling thunderbolts; the Novensiles were the nine Sabine gods; the Noven dial ashes were the ashes of the dead buried on the ninth day; the nine wor thies were Hector, Alexander, Julius Caesar, Joshua, David, Judas Maccab aeus, Arthur, Charlemagne, and God frey of Bouillon; there were, too, nine worthies of London, whose chronicles were written by 11. Johnson in the six teenth century. Every ninth wave, as Tennyson sings, is said to be the larg est; and last, not least, possession is nine points of the law. Pythagoris made three tho perfect number; nine was consecrated by Buddhism, and Is revered by the Moguls and Chinese. Tho peculiar property of number nine from a mathematical point of view is, that when it is multiplied by another number the digits composing the pro duct, when added together, give nine. Hour Stop* Schoolma'iiin. Rome days ago Lucre! ia Ritter, teach er of a school in the Elk Lake district, Sullivan county, had a thrilling experi ence with a black bear, snys the New York Press. Her school is in a sparsely settled part el' the county, and tho road from her boarding place runs through a mile of dense woods. When walking along through the woods she saw what sho thought was a yearling calf in the path. She shook her lunch basket at the beast to seo it scamper. It didn't scamper. She found that it was not a calf but a fnli-crrown black bear. The bear t! .. ler, with moutb open. Miss Rltter ran to a crooked tree and managed to climb to a fork In the tree, twelve feet above the ground. The bear stopped to eat the contents of her lunch basket, while she screamed lustily for help. In her efforts to get higher Miss Rltter's clothing became fast in a broken limb. The bear made no effort to climb the tree, but kept the school teacher in the tree nearly three hours, when a farmer, Mr. Shurk, came along. The bear fled and the farmer climbed up into the tree and helped her down. Once on the ground Miss Ritter fainted and Mr. Shurk carried her to the nearest farmhouse, a mile away. firnnt's Guino of Mumblo-the-Pog. "A favorite game with the boys of John D. White's subscription school, at Georgetown, was mumble-the-peg. Grant couldn't play the game very skill fully, and the peg always got a few clandestine licks every time he was to pull it," says McClure's Magazine. "On one occasion it was driven in so deep that the boys thought Lys could never get it out. He set to work with his forehead down in the dirt, the sun beat ing hot upon him, and the crowd of boys and girls shutting out every breath of fresh air. The peg would not move. The red-faced, shock-headed, thickset boy, with his face now all over mud, had forgotten his comrades, and saw only one thing in the world —that was this stubborn peg. The bell rang, but the boy did not hear it. A minute later, after a final effort he staggered to his feet with the peg in his mouth. The old schoolmaster was in the door of the schoolhouse, with his long beech switch —the only person to be seen. There was glee inside at this new develop ment —here was fun the boys had not counted, on. Imagine their surprise when, as the boy came closer, and the stern old schoolmaster saw his face, he set down the switch inside the door and came outside. One boy slipped to the window and reported to the rest. The old man was pouring water on Lys Grant's hands and having him wash his face. He gave him his red bandanna to wipe it dry. What the school saw a minute later was the schoolmaster coming in, patting this very red and embarrassed boy on the head." "Ilorgea with Wheels." "It was in the early days of railroad ing in the south," remarked the gentle man with the stock of reminiscences the other day. "I was located in Flor ida about the time when the govern ment had made vassals of the Seminole Indians of that state, and in order to impress the redoubtable 'Billy Bowlegs,' the Tecumseh of the Seminoles, It had invited that 'h'eap big chieftain' to make a trip to the seat of the national government. Billy was a bit dubious ibout accepting the invitation, fearing possibly that the Great Father atWash ington might have designs upon his life >r happiness, but he was prevailed upon lo make the trip and he embarked on board of the train with a great show of courage. The trains of that period were not the flyers of to-day; In fact, on many of the short lines engineers were compelled to get out of their cabs and walk to lighten the train and per mit it to proceed at an even rate of speed. When Billy Bowlegs returned from his visit he had overcome his trepidation and looked with scorn up on the locomotive. I visited Billy a day or two after his return and asked him how he liked traveling on the iron horse. "Huh," he said, with an upward Lwist of his prominent proboscis, 'horse wid wheels no good. Big heap no good. Me on horse better than two; run 'way all time. White man heap smart; In iun heap better. Huh!' " —New Orleans Times-Democrat. Another I'uluce of Hsy. Toronto, Ont., will have to step back with its palace of hay. One of our boys who lives in Soilitt. 111., read the paragraph published last week about Toronto's scheme for such a building at the coming exposition, and he sat right down and wrote that the plan wasn't new at all. Here's part of his letter: "About five years ago such a palace was built, and stood as erected for two years within fifty miles of Chicago, at the town of Momence, where it was vis ited by largo crowds daily, the baled hay being taken from the Kankakee swamps. It was handsomely decorated with grains and ornamental grasses of all kinds.—John S. Elliott." Hurrah for Momence —our boys and girls will stand up for her and her pnl aco of hay. The Star Babies. Over the trees and the blossoms, Over the fresh green lawn, The diamond sparkle of dewdrops Greeted the sunny dawn. The baby looked from the window With bright and wondering eyes, And then he sought for an answer In the mysteries of the skies. "Why, mamma," he softly whispered. Seeing dewdrops far and near, "See the stars' little babies; They have come to visit us here." —Marion Guthrie, in the Child Garden. Starving Out KUncntion. In the province of Guadalajara there are something over 250 schoolmasters whose individual salaries do not reach 500 pesetas per annum. The school of Canamares receives an annual grant of 46 pesetas (SB, roughly). In spite of this scale of payment, the depart ment of education owes the schools and teachers of this single province 193,000 pesetas. And the schoolmast ers of Velez-Malaga, literally at the point of starvation, have addressed a piteous circular, imploring aid, to the sovereigns and heads of other states, including the president of the French irepubllc/—North American Review. THE MERRY SIDE OF LIFE. BTORIEB THAT ARB TOLD BY THB BUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. Not Particular—A Cutting Remark— Making Preparations —No Plaoe for Her—A Tabooed Toplo, Kto. The men who always light upon Thefr feet, no matter whut they do, Are men who ore not worried If They light on someone else's too. —Truth. A CUTTING HI'MAIIK. "I hear they've laid off a number of hands down at the sawmill?" "Yes; so the Burgeon was tolling me."—Detroit News. NO PLAOE FOB HEIL "I'll wager that woman submarine diver doesn't stay under the water more than ten minutes at a time." "Why?" "Nobody down there to talk to."— Ohioago Record. HOW IT HAPPENS. Poots (meditatively)—" After' all, there are oe good fish in tho sea as were ever caught." Grimshaw—"Yes, and very muoh better. The biggest ones always get away, you know." —Judge. MAKING PREPARATIONS. Emma—"And, Charlie, dear, would you have really shot yourself if 1 had refusod you?" "Indeed I would I I had already sent to four houses for prioo lists of •evolvers."—Fliegendo Blaetter. A TABOOED TOPIC. She—"Would you love mo just tho same, dearest, if I wore poor instead of worth a million?" He—"l have registered a solomu vow never to discuss tho fiuanoial qneetion again."—Dotroit Froe Press. THE MODERN HEBO. Maud—"Who is that deformed young fellow talking to May Smiley ?" Ethel—"Why, that's Mr, Dawkins, the famous fullback. Ho hod his shoulder twisted in the last big matoh." Maud—"What a lovely deformity! [ntroduoe me, dear."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. A NEW BREED. "That's a nioe looking dog," re marked the kindly old geutleman,who takes an interest in everything. "Yes, suh. He looks all right," re plied the oolored man who was lead ing him with a pieoe of rope. "He looks like a pointer." "Yes, Bah. Da's what ho look like. Bat dat aiu' what he is. He's a dis ippointor."—Washington Star. THE WRONG TRAIN, First Train Bobber (out West) — "Hullo, Bill, how'd yer git along wid that job ter-day I"; Sooond Train Bobber (sadly) '■Didn't git along noway. Got tho wrong train." "Eh? Didn't yer git the express?" "Naw ; we made a mistake an' struck n exoursion of real estate agents, an' they took every oent wo had."—New York Weekly. STUCK. "Tho fomale sex," said Monsiotu Oalino, lately, "is the most illogioal in the world." "What new proof have you of the want of devotion of women to the eanons of logic?" he was asked. "Why, tako my wife," answered Oalino. "I ha l all the trouble in the world to got her to enter her thirties, and now, a dozon yearf lntor, I can't get hor out of them."—The Wove. FORGOT HE WAS IN IT. The palm for absent mindednoss is probably taken by n learned German, wbom a Berlin oornio paper calls Pro fessor Dusel, of Bonn. One day the Professor noticed his wifo placing a large bouquet on his desk. "What does that moan?" he asked. "Why 1" she exolaimed, "don't you know that this is tho anniversary of your marriage?" "Ah, indood, is it?" soid the Pro fessor, politely. "Kindly let mo know when yours oomes around, and I will reoiprooato tho favor." —Pittsburg Bulletin. AN EXPLANATION. Benevolent Gentleman (indignantly) "You're a fraud. Yon told mo tho othor day you wouldn't bo begging but for your wifo and two ohildron, and I loam from tho police that your wifo has beon dead a long time, and that your two children nro grown up and in good circumstances." Beggar—"lndoed, I told you noth ing but tho truth, sir. I wouldn't bo begging, as I snid, but for my wife and two children. My wifo sup ported mo till she died, aud my two children might support inc. but they won't. I wouldn't want to bo begging with a lie on my tongue."—Truth. A SKELETON EXPOSED. The new woman orator waxed elo quent. "And what," she demanded, as she came to tho olimax, "is to be the re sult of our emancipation?" She looked around with the oalm assurance of one who bad asked a posor, and this was too much for the little man who was waiting for his wifo in a far corner of tho hall. "I know," he shoutod. "Ah," returned the now woman on tho platform, scornfully, "tho little man with tho bald head thinks he has solved tho problem that we came here to discuss this afternoon. We will gladly give our nttention whilo he tells us what is to be tho result." "Cold dinners and ragged children," roared the little man.—ChioagoJ'ost.
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