Freeland Tribune Established ISSB. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY, BY THE TRIBUNE PRINTING COMPANY, Limited OFFICE: MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. FREELAND, TA. SUBSCRIPTION KATES: One Year 61.50 Six Months 75 Four Months 50 Two Months 25 The date which the subscription i 3 paid to is on the address label of each paper, tho change of which to a subsequent date be comes a receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in advance of the present date. Re port promptly to this office whenever paper Is not received. Arrearages must bu puid when subscription is discontinued. Make all money orders, checks, etc,,payable to the Tribune Printing Company, Limited Western Australia has an act In force prohibiting the landing of any one who cannot write out a given pas sage in English. A Chicago policeman has been held up and his money and badgo have been taken away from him. Perhaps now the local authorities will do some thing to put a stop to the barbarous state of affairs that prevails in that city. This is a case of bringing it home to official circles. The new expedition which is being organized to search for Andrea is like ly to make another necessary next year to search for its own relics. The Pole meantime preserves its situation of splendid isolation beyond the reach of dogsled or balloon, where it is likely to remain, doing a strictly domestio business at the old stand for a long time to come. The annual inspection of tho seal rookeries on the Pnbilof Islands by the United States Fish Commission during the season just passed showed that the seals are still diminishing in numbers, the decrease being twice as great as it was in 1897. Enough seals remain, however, to restore the herd in a few years, if the killing of the animals at sea can be prevented. John Bull does not hesitate to util ize material wherever found. He al ready has native regiments in India, Egypt and other colonies, and is now engaged in raising a regiment of Chi nese, to be commanded by English men. The economy of the movement, too, will be in the fact that, while the troops fight for England, tho Chinese Government will jjrobably pay them. Fiaise tho price of a life to §50,000 when it is lost by the criminal care lessness of a railroad company and there will be no more criminal care lessness, says the New York Press. Make them pay. Touch the pocket books of the directors and you touch their souls. No railroad company wants to kill people and destroy roll ing stock. It is an expensive luxury already. Make it more expensive. It may or may not be comforting to tho relatives and friends of Professor Andree to be assured that tho aeronaut who constructed the great balloon be lieves the missing scientist and his companions to have crossed the north pole and landed on the other side. The average person is apt to inquire how the situation would be materially improved even could proof of Andree's existence be given. Having reached the north pole, the problem of how to get back would still remain to be solved before the world could hope to benefit by the intrepid explorer's feat. So the Czar stole the Kaiser's thun der! That is the news conveyed to the New York Herald from Paris, which quotes a prominent politician who has just returned from St. Peters burg. According to tbe story, the Princess Henry, in writing to her sis ter the Czarina, mentioned the Kaiser's plan to deliver on tho site of the Sepulchre aJ i address on the glories of peace. Thereupon the Czar, who thought tho idea a good one, got ahead of his brother sovereign by is suing his famous peace rescript. A very pretty story, and not tho less in terestingas itreveals the two monarchs iu the role of universal peacemakers. The Secret Drinker. The secret drinker Is no doubt injured in the same way as others, and ills foolish ef forts to conceal this act intensifies the In jury, which after n time breaks out in some unexpected form, ending fatally. The sud den, unexpected death of persons'provious ly supposed to bo well, has in many cases revealed the fact of secret spirit drinking of many years' duration, with destruction of vitality and general decadence. Life in surance companies are often aware of this fact, and appeal for help, but it is exceed ingly difficult to convict or prove secret drinking in a man with a large insurunce, and more difficult after death to bring out tide fact. The law in these oases will sel dom allow presumptive evidence; it must be direct and positive of the use of spirits. Unmistakable insanity Is present In some eases, seen in the unusual cunning and wise calculation to procure spirits and Con ceal Its effects. ✓ \, i\/v /'♦ v*\/*\/ (J> oner of Devil's Island. [This interview with Madame Proyfus lias been obtained by Miss Mary Spencer Warren only after great difficulties. Her correspondence while she was in Paris was tampetod with, nnd oven the letters to our office have met with similar treatment.] I am writing this in Paris, where nearly every question of the day is relegated to the background, and tho Dreyfus case is still the one absorb ing topic of the hour. Furthermore, I have just returned to the city from a long and interesting chat with the much-to-be-pitied, brave and true hearted iady who is one of the victims of this nineteenth fcentury tragedy. It is not easy accurately to picture the situation here—tho difficulty one has in gaining even the location of Madame Alfred Dreyfus! People are simply afraid to say what they know, they may be speaking to a police spy; and whatever their own private opinion muy be, they would rathor not state it, or, in fact, bo drawn into any conversation on the subject. Said a prominent French personage to me when we were discussing the mat ter together: "Do not write to Madame Dreyfus and trust to tho post; your letter will be opened. Go to her; or, if yon have anything you wish to say by letter, send a trusty messenger, or deliver it personally." This from a country whose boast i 3 "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity!" For some time now Madame has re sided at a quiet little village on the Seine, a few mile 3 out of Paris. Here she can obtain greater seclusion for herself, with fresh country air and the delights of a garden for her chil dren. The village is beautifully situ ated, and the house stands in a charm ing garden, bright with flower-beds and lawn, flanked by pine, acacia and other trees. The letter which I had carefully deposited in the hands of a servant of the house two days before had prepared Madame Dreyfus for my visit, and in a few moments after I arrived we were engaged in an ani mated conversation. The first thing of which I became convinced was that the lady with whom I was talking was extremely nnxious to avoid all unnecessary pub licity. Well aware of the great inter est the couutries of Europe are taking in the painful case of her husband, and compelled as she is by tho forco #f circumstances to keep herself be fore the public, yet she shrinks palpa bly from self advertisement, and Would prefer, if possible, to livo alto gether apart from the world. "For the children's sake" a bright, cheerful face belies tho aching heart that must bo the lot of her who is forcibly separ ated from one who is dearer to her than life itself. And for "the chil dren's sake" tho mother has an added desire for seclusion. Tho bright eyed, merry, and altogether light hearted littlo ones do not understand the sad tragedy that has darkened their home; thoy think that their father is traveling, and talk joyfully of his return, planning in their artless way the many things to be dono when "father comes home." It is better to keep them in ignorance as long as possible; and in response to my re quest for photographs, Madame Drey fus tells me that she is sorry to have to refuse, but that she does not wish cither her own or her children's feat ures to become familiar to the public. Thero are no photographs of either of them in existence, and she would rather that such colitinue to be the case. One could not press the mat ter—it would be both indelicate and unkind; but when I sought permis sion to reproduce the portrait of Cap tain Dreyfus, I was rather surprised to hear that the gentleman had only been photographed once in his life— that was many years ago, when he was a young lieutenaut —it was done by a friend and bore very little resemblance to the clever and energetic Captain of the Staff of more recent days. Any portrait which has appeared of either husband or wife is neither authentic nor author ized, and is, in fact, only imaginative. Madame has no photograph of her husband in the house, neither has she the remotest scrap of his writing. The reason for the non-pessession of the latter is obvious; the authorities were too auxiou3 to establish tho guilt of the captain to leave much in the house which might be helpful to his de fenders. Much is said about the monthly let ters the unhappy prisoner at the lie du Diable sonds to his wife, but no one need land the leniency of tho Govern ment iu this respect—these letters never reach their destination. They go to the Central prison and aro there filtered. It is only what the authorities are pleased to allow which ultimately reaches Madame Dreyfus. Even then tho contents are sad beyond all ex pression, and though the captain de clares his trust in God, and believes his innocence will be ultimately estab lished before the world, yet lie cannot prevent the ring of despair at his lot and the occasional expression of acute suffering becoming paramount. His devoted love for bis wife rnu3 through every epistle, and one cannot but feel tho deepest sympathy for the unfor tunate soldier iu his gloomy exile when ho writes such words as the following: "How all my love for you comes home to mo at this moment! It is solely the thought of you, my poor darling, that enables me to struggle on To think that I ara accused of the most mon strous crime a soldier can commit! Even to-day it seems to me that I am the sport of a horrible nightmare;.... but rest assured that if I am success ful in treading this Calvary to the end it will bo for your sake, my poor darl ing; it will be to avoid for you a fresh sorrow iu addition to all those you have already supported Your cour- a f? e > your devotion, are sublime; you are assuredly one of the noblest women of the world; my admiration [ for you is oueh that if I succeed in drinking my bitter cup to the dregs it will be iu order to be worthy of your heroism. I wring my hands in grief for you and for our children! All around me is profound silence.broken only by the moaning of the sea. Do Dot weep, dearest; I will struggle to the last minute for your sake and for that of my children. Embrace them tenderly for me." Words cannot describe the love of poor Alfred Dreyfus for his children, and they are children to be proud of. Pierre, bis mother tells me, is the liv ing image of his father. He is tall, well-built, and thoroughly manly, giving the impression of a more ad vanced age thnn the seven years which can actually be credited to him. He has a high forehead, large, dark eyes, nose of the Grecian type, and a firm but sweet-tempered mouth; a very intelligent, bright boy in every respect. He still remembers bis father, spite of the four years whioh have separated them, and he evidences the most profound love for the mother to whom he is so dear. The little Jeanne resembles her mother very closely in features, but, unlike her, has very fair hair and big blue eyes. "Great as is your trouble," said I to Madame Dreyfus, "it would bo far greater were it not ior the children." And the mother's answer was one of almost unutterable thankfulness that so much comfort was accorded her. Need I say that it is extremely painful to Madame Dreyfus to recall the past? Her marriage, unlike many in France, was oue of pure affection, and over the first few years of wedded existence no cloud came. The hus band was absorbed in his profession and his home, and the wife in her hus band and household. When not at his duties, Captain Dreyfus was invari ably with his wife; in her own words, "We were all in nil to each other." What it must have been to such n couple when they were suddenly and forcibly torn from each other no pen can describe. Without a sign or a word to warn them of the impending catastrophe, Captain Dreyfus was ar rested at the instigntion of tho secret police, and charged with selling army secrets to a foreign government. Hold guilty by the army and tho country before he was tried, a secret court-martial professed to prove him so, and tho unhappy man was sen tenced to bo degraded from his army rank and to suffer perpet ual imprisonment. It was said at the time that the country to whom the secrets were sold was Germany, an additional cause for the howl of hatred which was directed against the so-called traitor. Butthere are not wanting many in the country now—and I have conversed with num bers this week—who believe that Rus sia, and not Germany, was the coun try, and that in the face of recent events the French simply dare not make the papers public—or, at any rate, would resist doing so until the last possible moment. Strong pres sure hns now been brought to bear upon the authorities, startling revela tions have taken place, certain docu ments in the case have been proved to bo forgeries—why not all? A very cursory examination of tho writing of French officers shows a striking family likeness; mistake as to authorship is probable, and imitation would not be an impossible feat; and this is the steadfast opinion of Madame Dreyfus. Aterriblo mistake has been made; her husband's writing does closely resem ble the famous bordereau, and this hns been the primary cause of all the mis chief. Having once found him guilty, the War Office has persistently refused to entertain the remotest idea of his innocence, but has gone on wilfully to deepen his apparent guilt and shield themselves—at his expense from their initial blunder. Madame Drey fus is absolutely certain that a thor ough reaction has sot in, and that thousands of honest French hearts are sharing her faith in her husband's in tegrity and honesty to his profession and country; but she perfectly agreed with me that it was not safe for friends to give expression to such sentiments. When one's movements and visitors are watched, and oue's correspondence closely inspected, can such conclu sions be wondered at? Madame Dreyfus is not one to make a display of her grief, but it has smit ten her hard, and all her natural bravery and self-command cannot keep her mouth from quivering and her tones from faltering when sho tells how the blow literally stunned her, and how for a long time sho could not actually realize the truth of it all. And the final interview be tween husband and wife! Concerning this Madame can only recall the bitter agony they both endured and her own imploring appeals to her husband to face the trouble and not sink underit; to trust to hov untiring endeavors to establish his guiltlessness before the world and restore him to their midst with unsullied honor. Madame Dreyfus cannot speak too strongly of the absolute honesty aud integrity of her husband—a man, she asserts, "who would not only never be capable of a mean action, but ut terly abhorred underhand tactics and shifty intrigue. Neither wealth nor advancement would have won him from the path of simple duly; and it is my implicit belief in and knowledge of all this which has given me courage to continue the unequal conteat, and assures me that God will eventually completely establish his iunocence. In two or three months I hope to have him with me again, for I am sure that when all the papers are examined at the court the truth will come to light." The devoted wife inspires me with her faith and courage, but I can only grasp her hand in silent sympathy and presently assure her that every Englishwoman is feeling for her in her great trouble, and each and all would rejoice to see her own hopes realized and Captain Dreyfus tri umphantly restored to his family. Do you want to know something ol Madame's appearance? Picture to yourself, then, a lady, tall, majestic, yet graceful, with a wealth of dark hair beautifully arrauged, a cleai complexion, large, expressive eyes, and a sweet though sad smile. A face that shows marks of suffering, but on which the predominant expressions are straightforwardness and kind ness. Emphatically, Lucie Dreyfus is a lady of great beauty.—Cassell'f Magazine. ROQUEFORT_CHEESE. Some of the Processes Connected With Its Manufacturo Explained. Roquefort cheese, the delight o) modern epicures, is made of a mixture of goat and sheep milk. The reputa tion of this cheese extends back into dim antiquity, and Pliuy mentioned it in his writings. It is made chiefly from the milk ol Larzad goats and sheep, and in the records of France it is stated that, in the year 1866, 250,000 sheep and goats out of a flock of -100,000 gave enough milk for tho making of 7,150,- 000 pounds of cheese. In the manufacture of Roquefort cheese the sheep and goats are milked iu the evening, after their re turn from the pastures, and after they have been allowed to rest for an hour or so. The evening's milk is heated almost to the boiling point, and then it is set aside. In the morning it is skimmed, heated to ninety-eight degrees and mixed with the morning's milk for coagulation. The curd is well kueaded with the hands and pressed iu layers into molds with perforated bottoms. A thin layer of moldy bread is jiut be tween each layer of curd. The object of this is to hasten the "ripening" of the cheese by supply ing the germs of the green mold pe culiar to cheese. The bread used for this purpose is made before the pre ceding Christmas of about equal parts cf summer and winter barley, with plenty of sour dough, and some vine gar. When moldy enough, it is ground and sifted, moistened with water, and kept from the air until used in mak ing the cheese. The curd remains in tho molds for three or four days. Then thoy are taken to the market iu Roquefort, where they are sold to tho different makers of Roquefort cheese. These manufacturers continue the ripening of the cheeses by placing them in the very damp caves which abound in the precipitous walls of the limestone hill which almost complete ly surround the village. The cheeses are left in tho caves sometimes more than a mouth, during which time salt and brino are rubbed into them, and they are pricked fre quently with long needles to let the salt penetrate into thorn and also to accelerate the process of moldering. Monkeys as Coin Testers. It is said that the great apes of Siam are in request among the Siamese merchants as cashiers iu their count ing houses. Vast quantities of base coius are kuowu to bo in circulation iu Siam, and, according to advices from that scorohed-up little oriental kingdom, no living human can dis criminate between the good and the bad coinage with as much accuracy as these apes. These monkey cashiers possess the faculty of distinguishing the rude Siamese counterfeits iu such an extraordinary degree that no trained banker can compete withthem in their unique avocation. Tln plying his trade the ape cashier meditatively puts each coin presented to him iu his mouth and tests it with grave de liberation. From two to five seconds is all the time this intelligent animal requires in making up his decision. If the coin is all right it is carefully deposited iu the proper receptacle; if base it is thrown violently to tho floor, while tho coin tester makes kuowu his displeasure at being presented with the counterfeit by giving veut to much angry chattering.—St, Louis Republic. Itni>i