treeiand Tribune Established 1888. PUBLISHED EVKUY MONDAY AND THURSDAY, BY THE rRIBUNE PRINTINS COMPANY, Limited | OIVICE: MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. FR EEL AND, PA. SUIS.SC JUf TION BATES: One Year $1.50 Blx Mouths 75 Four Months GO Two Mouths 25 The date which the subscription is paid to u on tne address label of each paper, the change of which to a subsequent date be eouies a receipt for remittauce. Kenp the figures in udvance of the present date. Re port promptly to this office whenever paper (s not received. Arrearages must be paid when subscription is discontinued. Ma! e oil inomy orders, checks, etc,,poyabU to the Tribunt Printing Company, Limited. Now a man proposes to walk from Paris to New York byway of Bering Btraits. Suppose lie does it. What then? Norway aud Sweden are with us, any way, iu believing that war does not give a nation authority to steal private property at sea. Some day the other nations will come around to the same view. They don't like to ap pear to follow a Republic, that is all. We cultivate, develop and reward inventive genius. The American brain 3s active in every direction which promises a profit. As a consequence wo take the lead in all competition, and are to be found in every market on the planet. This fact commands attention, and forces other nations to go and do likewise as far as circum stances permit. Now that Japan has secured the fullest rights of a civilized power, it remains to be seen what she will do with them, and especially if, exercis ing them, she is able to avoid the temptations to war, which mark the danger lines which so many nations have crossed only to lose their nation ality forever, aud furnish material for another chapter on the downfall of , Uations. The British naval manoeuvres this i year proved in an abstract way that a j squadron cannot go out to meet aeon- | Voy of food ships on the Atlantic and j bring it into port without the enemy's ! fleet being sighted. This is well 1 Rnough so far as it goes. Every rea. soning Englishman knows in his heart that the best possible safeguard against 1 starvation in war time is American good will. Toleration is often regarded as a virtue. When there has been uo lib erty of opiuiou aud action, it is a sign j of progress if tolerance is accepted as j a rule of action. But, after a time, j men begin to object to the word 1 "toleration." They say: "I will not i tolerate or be tolerated. To tolerate j another's opinions is to assume supe riority to them." But, on further re flection, thinks the Christian Regis- : ter, it appears that mutual toleration does not imply superiority on either J side, but equality and liberty. There was a time when bicyles cost 3130 each. Then every manufacturer whoso plant was divertible to the manufacture of bicycles made bicycles. Now, after six or seven years of very ' active bicyle-building, any one cau buy i a first-rate bicycle anywhere for S4O. i What automobiles cost at present is ' best known to persons affluent enough to purchase aud play with those ma chines, but, reasoning by analogy, they will soon cost very much less, for , every factory that can seems to bo making them, says Harper's Weekly. The delegates to the Jobbing Con fectioners' Convention at Buffalo, N. Y., have adopted a resolution urging the Government to substitute alum inum for copper as the material of email coins. They say that the cop per cents used in the candy trade carry disease. Of course any coin would carry disease if it were not cleaned, but aluminum would be better in many respects than copper. It is lighter, safer, aud does not tarnish as easily. Perhaps by experimenting, the Gov ernment might find something better yet. __________ Fads of Authors. flow novelists write will always ba of interest to readers. Each seems to have some favorite place for attack ing the muse. Roe wrote "Near to Nature's Heart," Hay "At the Sea side," and Besant "All in a Garden Pair." Verne wrote "Twenty Thou sand Leagues Under the Sea." Dry den "In Sunny Lands," and Auerbach "On the Heights." While Gibbon wrote "For I jack of Gold" and Payne "In Peril and Privation," Black wrote "In Silk Attire" and Haven "Out of Debt, Out of Danger." Horatio Alger wrote "Slow and Sure," Williams "On and Off," and Pike "Every Day." Most curious of all were Bellamy, who wrote "Looking Backward," and Parker, who wrote "Upside Down."—Puck. 030G0300000000000000000000 S Solving the Problem of fcifeg An Episode In the Career of a Young Q ,5 Man That Probably lias Had Its § O Counterpart in Otlier .Lives. O Ci CS 0C500C0G0003200300000030000 STRANGE as it may seem, Wickens tells it as a joke. But his version 13 b n, quite misses the YV moral, and the moral is all there iCrafnlJ I ' a ' n to reeom * mend the incident li^i/ y j&rTg;'fif**' to the notice of a EML pious public. If W ; yon fill out Wick- Hi H v | wt' I 1 ens's account with the observations of more disinterested spectators and the broken story which the hero tells, and consider it then, in the mass and sympathetically,' remembering your own youth, you will have a story that is not to bo laughed at. It happeued in Brooklyn and it be gan on that evening when Baldwin's landlady and his roommate, Wickens, agreed iu consultation that something was amiss with Baldwin. Ho main tained an irritable silence. He -re fused Jhis food. He slammed the doors. He answered "No" wherever the monosyllable could be made to serve him. Yet these symptoms are common to so mnny mental maladies that it was impossible to diagouise the case to a prescription. It would be necessary to know that while he sat with Wickens, after supper, in their common room, staring at the flowered paper on the wall, his body rested lazily in the ample embraoe of a fat armohair, bat his thought was flitting through the eternity of years that are yet to be added to the age of the old gray-beard earth, and the eye of his imagination beheld time's toy, the world, spinning with all futility in the round to which the powers have condemned it everlastingly. Ho saw himself as an infinitely small life among the myriads that swarm on the round sides of the globe, and that globe as a flying speck of star dust in a million of such motes. He was un happy, consequently, and resentful. He plucked a match from his pocket and bit at the soft wood. It reminded him of his pipe. But the cold tip of the amber, striking hard on liis teeth after the soft fibre of the match, star ; tied and displeased him. He threw down the briar with a noisy petu lence. | Wickens look ed over his newspa per. "What's the matter with you, I anyway?" he said. "You're in a deuce I of a stew to-night." j Baldwin answered sullenly. "What i do you think?"He was fingering a but ton on his coat. The smooth bone of i it slipped in his perspiring fingers, | and he wiped his huuds upon his j trouser legs. i It was a cool night, and Wickens | saw the action with alarm. "What's | the use of going on like this?" he I protested. I "What's the use? What's tho use of anything?" Baldwin blurted out. ; "What's the use of slaving in an of i fice? Wliat'll it all amount to in a ' thousand years from now?" j "Better ask your parson," Wiok ! ens answered with au irreverence skil- I fully irritating. j Baldwin glared at him. "Youthink I that's clever," he said. "I wish you j felt the way I do." He rolled rest- I lessly in his chair. "I don't want to work," he whined. "I don't want to | do anything." j "Well, I'm sure I don't know what to do for you," Wickens pleaded. Baldwin turned to the open win dow. j "Let's try a walk downtown," the \ other added. J He was sulkily silent. ; "Come on," Wickens said, putting i down his paper. "Your liver's out of order. A walk will do you good. It's a cool night and the moon's out." He took his chum by the arm. Bald win shook off the friendly hand with i a childish irritability. "All right," ho said, "I'm ooming," and rose to follow. j As Wickens had remarked, the moon ! was out. "There," said Baldwin, when he saw it staring down at him, ! "how many busy fools do you suppose that old skull has leered out?" "Oh, change the subject," Wickens 1 said. "Everybody has the same trou blo at your age. It's like the measles." ! "Doesn't help me any." "Hold up your head," he ordered. 'Tut your shoulders back and step out. I never had an attack of the blues yet that I couldn't walk away from." They tramped noisily down tho street. Tho brisk exertion pumped the blood through Baldwin's veins. By tho time ho had walked two blocks in silence tho cheerful movemeut had begun to drive his bad mood from him anil he groped stubbornly about in his mind to hold it. When they ncared the busier thor oughfares they crossed a regiment of the Salvation Army on its way to bat tle with the legions of darkness. Wickens heard the bass drum with a smile. "Lucky dogs," Baldwin said. "Tliey think they know what it's all about." Wickens lost his patience. "Oh, don't be an ass," he said. "Who are you, anyway, that all creation has to give you its reason for existing?" Baldwin sulked again. In a mo ment, "Look at that," he broke out. waving his hand to the row of lighted shops. "Slaving and sleeping as if they knew what fori Where are the people that kept shop in old Rome?" "Dead, mot likely." "Yes, and what did they live for?" "For the fun thero was in it, X guess." "Clever, you are." Baldwin was choking with a speechless contempt. Wickens saw the quarrel to which they were drifting. "Well." ho said, "'you may finish this walk alone," and stopped before a book shop win dow to look over the array of vol umes. Baldwin stalked down the street, nur iug his mood. Wickens was a fool at any rate —always had been. All men were idiots, or they would not go gambolling around in this slaughter house as if the butcher were not waiting for them with the inevita ble knife. Ho, Charles MoTaggirt Baldwin, was going to be a sheep no longer. He was going to—to do something or other. It did not mat ter what. He turned down a side street and attempted a short cut across the road way. He heard a feeble shriek behind him. Something struok him stiffly iD the fido. An arm clutched about his neck and before he oould put out his hand the asphalt pavement reached up and struck him a sledge-hammer blow on the forehead. There was an explosion in his brain like the sudden flame of a flashlight. Then all the instinct of the animal roused him to self-preservation. Drawing his legs up under him, he arched his baok, slipped the enemy's hold over his head and crooked his arm up to .ward off a possible blow. The foe lay limp on the road beside him. He had been run down by a young lady on a bi cycle. "Oh," he said, recovering himself at onoe. "I beg your pardon." Ho had sprung to his feet. "Are you hurt?" and was trying to disentangle her from the machine. She drew her feet up helplessly in to her skirts. He was pluoking those, with hurried clumsiness, from the teeth of the gearing. "I didn't see you coming," he apologized as he raised her. "I hope you're not hurt." She pressed her hand, panting, against her side. "No-o," she gasped, "only frightened." But when he released her she tot tered as if to full, and he was com pelled to retain his hold upon her arm, embarrassed and speechless. "It was so stupid of me," she fal tered, limping to the curbstone. "X thought I could get by you, Mr. Bald win." He peered down at her in the dark ness. "Why," he smiled, "I didn't know you." She laughed somewhat hysterically. "I saw you comiug through the light. I thought I could get past." She was choking for breath. "I'm afraid I hurt my—my foot." She freed herself from his arm. Baldwin returned to midroad for the bicycle and his hat. When he came back he found her sitting on the curb. "You aro hurt," he said anxiously. "My ankle," she replied. "I have sprained it, I think." He hesitated a moment. "Takemy arm," he said, "and try if you can walk." By leaning heavily on him she sno ceoded in limping along. Ho wheeled the bicycle with his other hand, still a bit embarrassed. But she laughed and chatted. It had been so stupid of herl It was a wonder she hadn't killed him. What had he thought it was that struck him? He confessed that ho had not had time to think. But the arm about his neck had come as if some one had leaped upon his back. "I'm nfraid," he said, "I took you for a footpad." Tho remembranoe of it stirred her ! to nervous merriment. Her laugh was not unplensaut. She choked prettily at his whimsical description of his preparations for defence, and that description became so convul sively amusing for a moment that they stood together on a corner shak ing with laughter. They wont on more soberly when tho fit had passed, but the barriers were down between them and conversation was as easy as that of old friends. The distance from the scene of the collision to her home was not great. Baldwin rang the door bell and assisted in allaying the anxiety of the family. They laughed at last, at a joint description of the accident as given by the heroine and the hero of it. When she had boon assisted to her room by a younger sister, Baldwin remained to exchange small talk and drink cool drinks below stairs. Be fore he left he had been brushed oluan of the roadway dust by "brother Tom," thanked by her mother for his kindness to a daughter of the house and invited by the smil ing family to call again. Accordingly he did that, ou the evening following, to see how the sprained ankle was progressing. The young woman herself received him. He found her very pale and pretty, amiable and altogether interesting. He had called, on an average, three times since in every week, and he has bought a bieyole. During the first stages of their friendship he worked diligently for an increase in his salary to allow of the purchase of more theatre tiokets. Lately he has had dreams of a honey moon, and is kept worried in his ( leisure moments by impatient calcula tion of the time which must elapse before his salary will suffice for two. But he is not troubling himself for an answer to the Sphinx's riddle of ex istence. Neither is he concerned for a solution of any of the greater prob lems of this life. The powers have roconoiled him to the prison bars with the old d#yioe.—New York Sun. HCUSErICLD AFFAIRS. To Make Thorn Crisp and Fresh. i XJnlepn vegetables are taken direct from tlie garden, tbey are always im proved by freshening in clear cold water. This is especially true with cabbage, cauliflower, lettuce, beets, asparagus, brussels sprouts, cucum bers and pie plaut. If new potatoes are soaked thus, the work of scraping them is made much easier and tho potatoes themselves will be found mealier. Onions should always bo soaked, and if they are to be used in a salad, press in cold water in order to remove the acrid part of the vegetable. Tramps For tlie Dinner Tuhle. While cauclle-liglit continues to bo very popular upon fashionable dmuer tables, some hostesses feel more secu rity in the use of a candelabrum that is fitted with tiny lamps, if this para doxical statement can be accepted. Some handsome ones seen were of glass—the standard and branches— the branohes fitted with little bowls to hold the oil. A special colorless oil is sold for use with these lamps, and small burners and chimneys ac company them. The lamps are pro vided with silk, gauze, or jeweled shades, and in effect are like the can delabra, while the danger of a blazing shade—as sometimes happens with candles—in tlie middle of the dinner, is obviated. Fraerant Sachets For tlie Wardrobes. The latest idea to put moths to flight and rout them entirely from closets and wardrobes is by the use of fragrant sachets, which will give the clothing a faint but delioions perfume, and as the ingredients used for this recipe are detested by the moths just as infinitely as they are enjoyed by human beings, the mixture is well worth preparing. Take one ounce each of cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon, caraway seed, mace and tonquin beans, pound to powder and mix them with six ounces of orris root, which must also be in powder. These in gredients may be obtained ready crushed at a druggist's. The best bag in which they can be inclosed is one of not over-fine muslin, and tho miller's sack design, with the opening tied around with a ribbon. Electric Novelties For the noi-.ae. Electricity for heating is now intro duced in many houses, and the kitchen buttit is almost complete. Due caii cook without heat, (lust or smcke in the new electric kitchen. There are electrical tea-kettles, stew-pans, cof fee-pots, irons and toasters. They are easily manipulated where elec tricity enters the house. By attach ing a wire to the kuob on the small implement heat is quickly communi cated to it. Very little heat is given to the surrounding air by the fluid, and one can cook in a small kit2hen with a largo electrical range without experiencing any appreciable discom fort from the temperature. For hot weather use the electrical cutflt is uii> surpassed, and is bound to come iiyfo general use as electricity becomes j more popular as au economic bouse-1 hold ageut. The small electrical cook-1 ing utensils cost from $3 to S3O apiece, | but a complete electrical kitchen out- j flt can be obtained at from SIOO to S2OO. denning Wall I'aper. It is not always desirable or possi ble to repaper a room where the wall paper has been soiled in a few places. To be able to clean such paper with out injuring the gloss and general ef feot would be a great relief to many a housewife. This can be accomplished without much difficulty. The method of procedure is to take four ounces of pumice-stone in the fine powdered form and mix it with one quart of flour. When the two have been mixed with the hands add enough water to knead the mass into a thick dough. Form the mass into several rolls about as long as the width of each strip of wall paper, and two inches in diam etor. Wrap some white cottou cloth around each roll, and stitch it in place, and then boil about three quar ters of an hour. By that time the dough-rolls are firm, and the cloth covering can be removed. These rolls j of hardened flour and puinioe-stono are then used for rubbing over the soiled portions of the paper. Not only will ordinary dirt-spots be re moved, but grease will be absorbed by the rolls. After the rubbing the paper should be dusted off carefully with a clean cloth, and if any dirt re mains the process should bo repeated. This removes dirt much better than the bread process.—The New Voice. Recipes. Pear Fritters—Take some good cook ing pears, cut them into slices length wise, oover with sugar, dip into bat ter and fry to a delioate brown. Take them out, dust over with sugar and serve with sweet sauce. Parsley Butter—Beat three table spoonfuls of butter to a cream; add one-half a tablespoonful of lemon juice, one tablespoonful of finely ohopped parsley, one-half a teaspoon ful of salt and a little pepper. Sweetbread Patties—Soak sweet broads in cold water, remove pipes and membranes, aud cook in boiling salted water with one tablespoon lemon juice twenty minutes, then plunge into cold water to harden. When very cold, break into small pieces, heat them in a rich cream sauce, and serve in puff paste shells or in bisouit boxes. Drop Cake —Cream one-fourth of a cup of butter, add one and one-fourth cups of powdered sugar and the well beaten yolks of three eggs. Add one and three-fourth cups of flour alternat ing with one-half cupful of milk. Then add the beaten whites of the eggs, one teaspoonful of rnnila and four level teaspoonfuls of baking pow dor. Turn this into a cake pan (but tered) and bake thirty-five minutes. i TALES 0! PLUCK ? AND ADVENTURE. | Tlie Fainter'* Fall. James Brown and Harry Lee were the closest of friends. TUeso young men were painters by trade and un married. James Brown, however, was the only support of his invalid mother, the l'aet lieing well known to Harry. | Only a fow evenings before the op ! portuuity for showing his loyalty to this friendship came to him, Harry had spent several restful hours in tho home of his friend, and had marked the devotion of mother to son and of son to mother, and tlie impression made on him of what he saw had rested deopiy on his mind, lone man as he was in the world, and served to intensify his affection for his friend. They were engaged V/Ol'king to gether these days in doing come work of decoration upon one of the high buildings of New York City, and for some reason Harry had occasion to descend to the ground, and then no ticed for tho first time how insecure wiis James's position. tVhilo calling James's attention to this, he was horrified to see him slip from his footing. As quickly as thought can work (and what,device of man can measure that?) Harry thought of the invalid mother, and, knowing the sureiy fatal consequences of this fall from the fifth story unless the tall could be broken before reaching the pavement, stepped in an instant direotly under the spot where James would drop, and braced himself to meet the terrible weight of James's falling body, not expooting to save his own life nor counting it dear. He succeeded almost miraculously in his purpose of rescue. When these men were brought into the Flower Hospital in New Y'ork, it was dis covered that Harry had not received fatal injury, and James, for whom he had risked his life, was suffering chiefly from the breaking of both his wrists and the bones of one anttle. Harry, who was the first of tho two men to be well enough to report for duty, found pleasure in earing for the invalid Mother of his friend as though he were her son. The doctors of the hospital, who alone were aware of the true facts of the rescue, report an ex pression of gratitndo upon the faoe of James, on the occasion of every visit of Harry to him in the hospital during his long convalescence—the look was more than human eyes are accustomed to see or heart reveal.—New Voioo. Redeeming Himself. Men who are ignorant of fear are *are. The bravest are those who, knowing the danger, do cot flinoh when duty calls. Tho following act of | heroism in the case of a railroad en j gineer is told in the Century Maga j zine. August Sieg, the engineer in j question, employed by the Ponnsyl- I vania Railroad, met death by file to j save the passengers behind him. i The train, composed of ten crowded passenger coaches, had just left Jer sey City and was passiug through the "Bergen Cut," when smoke sud denly blew in through the open door of the smoking-car, and a moment af terward the engineer and fireman eorambled in over tho tender. The Bmoke cleared for an instant, and showed a roaring fire in the open furnace and flames streaming (back from the oab. A sudden burst of flame from the furnace had set the cab on tire and forced tho engineer and the fireman to beat a retreat. But in deserting the oab without flrßt doing something to oheok the speed of the train, they had imperiled the lives of all the passengers; for the flames were spreading back so fiercoly that it was only a question of time when the whole train would be on fire. To leap from it would mean death or maiming, for it was rushing along at full speed. People had crowdod into the smok er. Doubtless Sieg heard their lnut terings. It required only a few min utes for him to realize the situation. He sprang through tho smoking-car door, and a moment later had disap peared amid the flames beyond. Presently it was felt that the train's speed was slncking, and soon, with a lurch and a bump, it came to a full stop near tho bridge over the Hacltou sack. The passengers rushed out. With the sudden stoppage of the draft caused by tho rush of tho train, the flames from the cab rose straight into the air. The head aud shoulders of a man were seen protruding from the water-tank on tho tender. It was Sieg, his fuoo disfigured, his hands burned, his body blistered. Ho was takeu to a hospital, but hiß burns proved fatal. In retreating before that first fierce burst of flame Sieg had been guilty of a grave error; but who will say that he failed to retrieve it like a hero? Tlossnniii{r With an Elephant. An English sportsman, "out after elephants," had wounded a maguifi ccntspecimen. Unfortunately for him, the wound was slight, and tho animal, greatly infuriated, turned and oharged him. It was a terrifying sight. With its enormous oars spread out like sails, aud omitting shrill notes of rage, the monster came thundering over the ground like a runaway locomotive. The hunter fired another shot, but missed; his nerve was shaken, and throwing down his rifle, he sought safety in flight. Near at hand was a steep hill, and to this he direoted his steps, for being but slightly acquainted with the climb ing powers of the elephant, he thought his pursuar might bo baffied by the steepness of the asoent. It was a ter rible disappointment to And that the elephant could climb a hill as quick ly as he could, good runner as he was. He would have been overtaken if he had not thought of a really ingenious expedient. He knew that elephants never run, or even walk, down a steep incline, but alwnvs crouch, gather their feet together, lean well back and slide down. Just as the ferocious an imal had got within a few yards of him, therefore, the wily hunter sud denly doubled and ran down tho hill again! Quick as a flash the elephant turned, gathered itself together, and trumpet ing with bullied rage, slid down after its victim. The hunter had just time to spring out of the way as tho great beast came tobogganing after him, smashing trees and shrubs, and carry ing everything before it like an ava lanch. Then once more the hunter dashed to the top of the hill, while the ele phant, unable to stop itself, went ca reering down to the very foot, where, apparently understanding that it had been outwitted, and feeling sore and disappointed, it rose to its full height and walked wearily back to its native woods. Girl ClioUoa a Lynx in Death. George J. Manassa, of Kansas City, who has been spending the past two months at Kingman, Arizona, tells an interesting story of a case of heroism in a young girl that oame under his observation. He said that one day while there a ranchman, J. A. Carrow, brought into town for medical treat ment his son Murray, six years old, and his daughter, seventeen yenrs old. The girl's arm was frightfully laoerated by the teeth and claws of some animal, and the same rough usage showed upon tho boy in wounds upon the arm, hands and the breast aud shoulders. Upon inquiry he learned that Mr. Carrow was a wealthy ranch owner living about twenty-live miles north of the place, and that the two children had been lacerated by a lynx that had attaoked the boy, and had been strangled to death by the girl. "The boy." Mr. Manassa said, "was playing in a swing in au almond orohard near the house, when a fero cious lynx sprang upon him and pulled him to the ground. A life and death strugglo then took placo be tween the little fellow aud the animal. Taking the lynx by the ear and one leg, he succeeded in throwing it to the ground and holding it there, screaming for help. The lynx was biting his hand in a horrible manner, but with Spartan courage he held on until his sister came. The animal had gotten the hotter of the boy, when tho girl, with only her naked hands as weapons, gave battle. "She struggled with the infuriated brute, and, although he clawed and bit hor, she never released her hold until she had it pinioned to the ground by hor knee and a death grip on its throat. She never released her hold until the bruto was dead; she choked it to death. Then she did not faint or go into hysterios, but she bound up tho wounds of her brother and then, taking him up in hor arms, carried him iuto the house. Their clothes were almost entirely torn from tho two children, and, after their battle, tbey were covered with blood that flowed from their wounds. The animal was the largest that had ever been seen in tho country, and its pelt will be preserved as an inter esting trophy by the Carrow family. The girl was greatly praised for her valiant conduot, aud one of the news papers of the town, in writing of her heroism, said: 'She should receive the Government medal for bravery, for no braver act than this is re corded.'" Got the Tiger by the Tongue. A regular hunting tragedy took place at Myaungmya, India, a few days ago. A farmer of the neighbor hood was visited by a huge tiger which killed one of his cattle and ato part of it. Two Christian Karens of tho place, Shan Gyi and his brother iu-law, Kyaw-Ya, both known ns in trepid huntsmen, set out for the spot where the partly eaten calf was still ly ing, armed with no other woapou than an old gun. They erected a small platform on the top of whioh they awaited the animal. Soon after the tiger made his appearance, and, not soeing the hunters, was about to par take of a hearty dinner whou Shan Gyi fired and bowled him over. The brute, however, got up again and re tired slowly. The two hunters fol lowed quickly, and when near Shan Gyi pulled the trigger, but the gun missed fire. He quickly put in an other cartridge, but before he had time to fire the beast was upon him and knocked him down. Kyaw Ya, though unarmed, sprang upon the animal, which turned upon him and mauled him. Kyaw Ya managed to seized the animal by the tongue and held on firmly. Shan Gyi, thus re leased, although severely wounded in several places, tried to cut the tiger's throat with a small knife he had, but failed. He then clubbed the animal with his gun, but the weapon was soon smashed. It is impossible to say how the contest would have end ed had not some men who had heard the report of the gun come on the scene and despatched the tiger. The two brave hunters were then taken to the Myaungmya Hospital, where they now are in a rather bad state. Their lives, however, are not despaired of. Wliat They Are Used For. "What are the holes for?" asked little Edna, looking at the porous plaster that her mother was preparing to adjust on Willie's back. "It's funny you don't know that, sis," iuterposed Willie. "They're to let the pain out, of course."—Boston Traveler. APT ALLITERATION'S AID, Enterprise Evinced—Each Editorial Efc fusion Entertainingly Embellished. The poeta of all time have beea proua to invoke "apt nlliterntion's artful aid," but it haa remained for a Virginia editor to employ it for the more prosaio purpoaea of newspaper work, says the Boohester Post-Ex presa. The Orange Observer is "editorially energized" by Bobert Newton Bobinson, who is nothing if not original iu the make up of his aheet. Its local column has ths alluring headline "Jotting of June Time," and its personal department is headed "People Get in Print." As the Orange Observer is a county paper muoh of its space is devoted to the happenings that are of particular interest to its home readers. These items are displayed in an original manner. Under the general head of "Coined iu the County," appear "Bhoadesville Buminatious," "Gor donsville Gleanings," "Bulletins from Barboursville," and "Unionville Utterances." The very fact that James Jones has painted tho new ex tension to his cow shed, or that Silas Smith is making preparations for hay ing is made more interesting, even pootie, by the Hubtle assistance of the alliterative method. But the versatile Virginia vendor of news carries his system still further. He has made it an art. He prints a list of letters remaining unoalled for at the postoffice as "Languishing Letters," whioh is certainly poetic, if not striotly cor reot. Iu Iho Observer dead persons aro consigned to "Bealms of Best," and marriage announcements are felicitiously referred to as "Hearts Forever Huppy." In this way all the news is served, from "Virginia's Varieties" to "Echoes From Ex changes." So far Bobert Newton Bobinson has been successful in get ting out of tho stereotyped expressions of country journalism. WISE WORDS. Aot to-day and rest to-morrow. Life lies deeper than its leaves. Don't talk of future doing, but do, now! Mud-slingers usually scrape it off themselves. The upright character needs down right sense. Enthusiasm is the fountain of per petual youth. It is not history alone that has room for the heroic. The roomfor improvements usually a spacious one. It is only borrowed wings that make high flight daugerous. The men who make the world are the men who aie not on the make. The winds of temptation may be used to settle your roots more firmly. The rainbow of promise is born of the rnys of lovo on the rain of sorrow. If you are certain that you are un certain, how great is your uncertainty. Adversity is the grindstone on which wo lose enough to put au edge of use fulness on our lives.—-Barn's Horn. Illainetl the Telegraph Operator. The night editor was worried any way, and when ho got the "query" from one of his correspondents he didn't have time to puzzle it out for himself. The query was as follows: Guest poisoned Tt. O'Slalne? How much? JONES. "Where's Port of Maine?" i the night editor shouted over to the telegraph editor. "Never hoard of it," was the reply. "Then where',/ Point of Maine?" snapped the night editor. "Never heard of that, either," an swered tho telegraph editor, "Then what does this query mean?'! growled tho night editor as he carried it over to the telegraph desk. Everybody puzzled over it, includ ing some of the reporters, who always want to know everything that is going on in the offioo. They all gavo it np. Then up walked the office boy—the fresh one. He gave it one look and the query was translated. "Wot's der matter wit' youse?' he asked in his superiority. "Dat dere query says 'Guest poisoned, ptomaine.' Dat should be a little 'p,' dat's all dat's wrong." "Confound that telegraph opera tor," said the night editor as he walked to his desk, and business was resumed.—New York Sun. Qalte Surprising. The sight of a row of forceps has olosed the mouths of many sufferers, even after they had seated themselves in the dentist's ohair. Dental sur geons anticipate this, and the follow ing amusing instance of how an ob stinate Irishman was made to show his teeth may not be amiss. Pat came to the dentist's with his jaw very muoh swollen from a tooth he desired to have pulled. But when the suffering son of Erin got into the dentist's chair and saw the gleaming pair of foreceps approaohing his face, he positively refused to open his mouth. The dentist quietly told his page boy to prick his patient with a pin, aud when Pat opened to yell, the den tist seized the tooth, and out it came. "It didn'C hurt as much as you ex pected it would, did it?" the dentist asked, smiling. "Well, no," replted Pat, hesitating ly, as if doubting tho truthfulness of admission. "But," he added, placing his hand on the spot where the boy pricked him with the pin, "begorra, little did I think the roots would reach down like that."—Tit-Bita. At Munich there is an hospital whioh is entirely supported by the sale of old steel pens and nibs collected from all parts of Germany. Thqy are mode into watch springs, knives and razors.
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