OUR FLftG OVER THE CITY Tien-tsin In Ashes and Walls Strewn With Dead. VICTORY SNATCHED FROM DEFEAT Uritlnli Nnval Cann* mid Lyddite Shell* Finally Demoral ine (.'lilncMc Troop*, WIIO Steal Away In Kittlit, Leaving City In I'mideinonlnni. New York, July 23. —Frederick Pal mer, The World's war correspondent iii China, cables from Tien-tain: "The American flag float* over part, of this Chinese city of 1,000,000 people, nearly three times the population of Mu uiln. "The foreign allies are exhausted by exposure and bard fighting. No advance 011 I'okiug is possible without rest, re cuperation and rc-enforeoiiients. •'General 1 forward, British commander of tlie left wing of the allies, including American troops, was incapable of di recting the forces. But Tien-tsin was taken and the battle won by the British lyddite shells. •'Repeated assaults by American, Brit ish and Japanese troops failed, but the Chinese finally tied from the havoc wrought by shells at night. "The Ninth regiment was cut to pieces because the commanding general (Jap anese) had no plan of attack. "Imperial Chinese troops (uniformed) fought with tin* Boxers at Tien-tsin. "The great city caught fire from the shells and was nearly destroyed. Amer ican troops showed absolutely perfect discipline. There was no looting." ITich'A Dcntli Confirmed. The Sun publishes the following dis patch. dated Tien-tsin. July 1<, 7 p. in., via Chcfu, July 20, and Shanghai, July "Tlu officers commanding the allied forces here are arranging n form of gov ernment for tin* city. "Men who are familiar with the Chi nese say that most of the troops who defended" the native city were soldiers in the employ of the .wilt commissioner, local militia and mercenaries. General Fukushlmn, the Japanese commander, says he recognized among the uniforms worn by the defenders those of the army of west defense and the army of central defense. "Major Waller, with 20 fusilcers, and Captain Gwyniic, with ten marines, have captured a fort west of the north city. They also captured four 4 inch rifled guns, two 9 pounders, several small guns and a large quantity of ammunition. "The report that General Nioli, the Chinese commander, had been killed is confirmed. He met his death on the morning that the allies for the second time captured the west arsenal." Discredit* Conger McHsnu'c. St. Paul, July 23. W. X. Lovatt, who has spent 40 years in the customs serv ice in China and is now in this city, de clared his absolute disbelief in the au thenticity of the telegram received at Washington signed by Minister Conger, lie believes the last authentic informa tion from any of the legationers was the message of the German legation counter signed by Sir Robert Ilart. and dated June 18. Mr. Lovatt says that Sir Rob ert Hart was a favorite with the Chinese, and the fact that no later nicssagc has come from him means that every for eigner in Peking has been killed, for if any one could get a message out of Pe king it would be Sir Robert Hart. Mr. Lovatt also discredits the story that the legationers found refuge /behind the pal ace walls. He says there was no con nection between the legation walls and the palace walls, so the legationers could not have made the transfer unless they found-or made an underground passage. Of the general situation Mr. Lovatt says all will depend on the attitude of Li Hung Chung, who has heretofore been friendly and will probably continue so. Korea In Danger. Yokohama, July 23.—A dispatch from Seoul, Korea, says that the government is becoming uneasy. Disaffected Chi nese in large numbers ure crossing the Yulu river, and the government has or dered troops there to prevent their entry into the country. An engagement has al ready occurred. It Is stated that some of the foreign envoys advise the govern ment to appeal to Japan for aid, hut the Russian minister objects to this being done. IIUHNina Call to Arm*. St. Petersburg, July 23.—An imperial ukase orders the minister of war to pro claim a state of war in the military dis tricts of Siberia, Turkestan and Semi retehensk and to summon all tin* reserv ists in those districts to join the colors. Trolley lilt* Funeral Party. New York. July 23.—As a carriage containing the widow of Solomon Strass ner of 314 West One Hundred and Sev enteenth street and other mourners was returning from the burial of Mr. Struss ner in the Lutheran cemetery near Mas pet h, L. 1., yesterday afternoon it was shattered by a collision with an electric car on the Maspeth and Newtown line. All those in the conch were injured. The driver was also hurt. Mrs. Strass ner was in a serious condition last night due to the shock. Two Killed by n Train. Tiffin, 0., July 23.—The west bound train on the Baltimore and Ohio railroad struck a wagon at a crossing four miles west of this city, killing the teamster, Andrew Kuhu, and horses. Three young men riding on the locomotive pilot were struck by Hying fragments. William Wil son was instantly killed. Charles Matz luul a leg and an arm broken and wilj die, and Roy Foncannon was injured. All four belong to Tiffin. ('onntry PoMofllee Bnrglnrlsed. Vtica. N. Y., July 23. —Two burglars entered the postofflce at Newport, Herki mer county, blew open the safe with dy namite and got but a few dollars for their pains, overlooking S3OO in cash and stamps. They escaped on a haml ear to Herkimer, 13 miles away. People attracted by the explosion were com manded to return to their homes or they would he sliot. Drowned nt Midland flench. New York. July 23. —Two men were drowned at Midland Beach, S. 1., while bathing. Until their bodies floated in with the tide the authorities were in doubt whether the report that two lives had been lost was correct. One of the victims was L. G. Decker and the other a man named Morgan, both of New York. HER LIFE VOCATION. She Will Sing Gospel Songs for Re ligious Work. Miss Ruth Cordis Long, niece o£ Secretary of the Navy John D. Long, has chosen as her vpcation in life gospel singing. Her work In this lino, in connection with recent revival ser vices at a Worcester, Mass., church, confirmed her inclination toward this calling, which has dated back two yours. She visited Washington last winter and by invitation sang several selections before President and Mrs. Mckinley. Personally Miss Long is a young woman of much charm. Her enthusiasm in her work proceeds (Miss Ruth C. Long), from earnest and sincere conviction that her voice can be made a power ful influence for good in connection with evangelical and temperance work. Her voice is a rich, deep con tralto. At the age of seventeen she was brought out as a concert singer in Portland, Me., by Annie Louise Gary. Her singing then showed great promise, and her friends urged her to make the operatic stage her aim. Her family discouraged this, however, and Miss Long took up concert sing ing, in which she has been very suc cessful. Women in Persia. Life is sad in Persia, especially the woman's life. The law of Islam al lows each man to have four wives, and as many concubines and slave girls us his hand can hold. His wives, also, he may divorce at will. Our word "bosh" Is the Turkish word by which a Moslem divorces his wife. It doesn't count if he says it only once or twice, but if said the third time the woman must go. Down along the Caspian the men often marry their wives in the Spring, so as to have the benefit of their labor in the rice fleldfC and di vorce them in the Fall, so as to escape supporting them during the Winter. At Meshed, where the pilgrims come, Is a large population of temporary wives who are married to the pilgrims, far from home and families, for as long a time ns the pilgrims remain at 1 lie shrine—a day, or a month. The Mo hammedan pMcsts draw up the con tracts for these temporary alliances. Lord Curzon. who has been there, says Meshed, though the holiest city In Per sia, Is tlie wickedest iii Asia. There are no words for wife and home in l'er- Hlan. There are no homes and few wives. It is curious to hear a hand some woman say: "I have told my husband if lie marries another wife I shall poison him, and I Intend to do it." Or to ask a woman about her home life and get the answer: "Love my hus band! Ob, yes, X love liim. I love him as much as a sieve holds water." Home Made Candies. Chocolate Caramels.—-One tencupful of milk, one of sugar, one tablespooii ful butter, one-half tencupful grated chocolate. Mix (lie ingredients and put oil the Ure in a lined saucepan; siir constantly to prevent burning; boll till quite thick; turn 011 to buttered plates; when it begins to stiffen mark Into squares with a knife. Ooconnut Candy.—One pound loaf sugar, one cupful water, one-fourth pound grated cocoanut. Put the sugar and water in a saucepan till the sugar is dissolved, and set it on a clear fire to boll for five minutes or more; ns the scum rises carefully, skim it away till the sugar looks white aud thick, then stir In the coeoaiuit; set ii 011 the fire and stir constantly with a wooden spoon till it rises well ill the saucepan, then at once spread it out on sheets of writing paper, which should he slightly warmed. ' Almond Toffee.—One-half pound but ter, one pound brown sugar, one anil one-half ounces almonds, a little grated lemon rind. I'ul tlie butter Into n saucepan over a clear fire, and when melted add the sugar; boll for fifteen minutes, add a little grilled lemon rind and the almonds blanched and halved; boil antl stir till a little of the mixture dropped in cold water hardens imme diately: pour on to buttered dishes and stand aside to cool. An Inside Neck Band. A piece of inch-wide white satin rib bon sewed inside the neck band of a bodice protects the throat from the de facing mark that is a common result from tlie wear of the prevailing high dress collars. II is not Intended that the ribbon slinll show on the outside. Both Wished the Same. "1 wish now," shrieked the angry young wife—"l wish you hail married that I-lclitli Mueinahou instead of me! That's what I wish!" "I would have married her, only she wouldn't have ine, and you would!"— MRS. CLEVELAND AT HOME. The Ex-President's Wife Leads a Quiet Country Life. Back from the road that leads out of Princeton, N. .T., to the Pennsyl vania turnpike, on the grounds sur rounding tin l big white house where ex-President Cleveland lives, a grace ful, trimly clad woman can be seen any fair day moving about among a great flock of chickens with all the rapt attention of someone who is deeply concerned in a task. It is Mrs. Cleveland, who possesses the finest lot of poultry In the country there abouts. The daily life of Mrs. Cleveland is one that few women would care to lead after having had a taste of the life as mistress of the White House, but she seems very contented and very happy. The care and solicitude of the children, the little social duties made necessary by her husband's position, and the chickens, fill her life completely. It is a big house she lives in, but the life in it is very simple, and the running of it Is left very largely to an old housekeeper who lias been in her family for years. Her main ambition is to see their girls made happy. Their education, under her supervision, is one of the most idyllic one can imagine. There is a governess and a teacher of languages, and the education of the girls is a matter of every moment of their wak ing life. No arduous clnss or lesson hours, but the simple, natural inter course of refinement of speech- and intelligent conversation, added to the best of all education for a young girl's mind, the continued exposition of fine example. During the winter days the big east room of tlie soulh shle of the house, which is filled with dainty, pretty objects of art and household adorn ment, is the scene of hours of instruc tion that to the forming minds of the girls is naught but pleasure. There arc readings and music, new illustra tions to criticize, besides the general summing up of the wonder of new things that unfold day by day. In nil these hours the mother is there helping and aiding in the work her heart is so set upon. When the time for the children's afternoon drive comes she takes herself to the clilck ru yard, where the Hock Is Inspected ind care given where needed, for Mrs. Cleveland is very proud and very care ful of her chickens, and could give many a farmer points on their culture. —N. Y. Telegram. MRS. POTTER'S ECONOMY. Ships Her Week Washing to New York to Escape Newport Rates. Mrs. Potter Palmer, who has sever al times demonstrated her ability to play politics, is one of the type of American women that make them so admired by the men of the world's countries. But this is not to be a rec ord of any politics she plays, but, rather, to show how the feminine in stinct cannot, be subserved, no matter how high a position in the world n woman may attain. Mrs. Palmer looks over her various domiciles with all the care and attention to detail that tlie wife of a laborer would be slow on a Harlem fiat, and perhaps more. While at Newport last summer she was looking over her expenses for the week and was surprised at the item for laundry work. She sent for tlie luundrymun and asked him If he could not make the price a little more rea sonable. He could not. He did not have much of a season, and he had to make the most of it, niul that was the price every one else paid, and she would have to pay it also if she want ed the work done. Inquiry of other washmcn disclosed the same condi tions. Then she tried to find a woman who could do the clnss of work she wanted, and found that the expense would be as great as the lauudrymen would be. Mrs. Palmer thought the matter over and evolved a plan. She sat down and wrote to Senator Piatt, asking him would he be good enough to send her a frank that would allow her to send express matter front New port to New York. The Senator re plied with the requested frank. Then the haughty Mrs. l'nlmer had the week's wash packed up and expressed to New York city, where It was done for about half the expense she had been put to in Newport for the same work. In speaking of the mutter afterward she was heard to remark: "Dear me! I wonder how tlie poor people keep clean."—N. Y. Tolcgruui. Church Sleepers. Here is a story which was told by Col. Thomas Wentworth Higginson at the Twentieth Century Club, In Bos ton recently. A country clergyman called on Henry Ward Beecher and asked his advice about what to do with persons who go to sleep in church, something which had become quite prevalent in his congregation. Mr. Beecher listened very attentively, admitted that it was serious, and then said: "When I first came to Plymouth church I thought about this problem, and I will tell you übout tlie course I decided upon. The sexton was given strict orders that if he saw any per son asleep in the congregation, he should at once go straight into the pulpit and wake up the minister." Royalty in Domestic Life. When the Prince of Wales alludes to his mother he always uses the words, "My mother, the Queen." The Duke of York he Invariably refers to as "My son, the Duke of York." On the continent such simplicity is tabooed; tlie utterances of the mighty are con trolled by strict and formal etiquette. —Chicago Times-Herald. FULLY EQUIPPED. Widow Thought a Husband Would be Superfluous. "Don't you know whether It's new or not. I heard It down In Bermuda," suid the man who recently returned from that winter resort "There Is a rich widow living just outside of Pontine," according to this story, "and after several elderly gen tlemen had vainly endeavored to lure her into matrimony again report had gained circulation that she was a'reg ular man hater. Finally a wealthy widower from the East, carrying with him the evidences of good living and the heartiness that seeks congenial companionship, visited the city and was soon a caller upon the intractable widow. After he thought sufficient ad vancement had been made to Justify a proposal he proceeded to feel his way. " 'Beautiful home you have here.' * 'Yes, I enjoy it' " 'Fine outlook, fine trees, fine yard, very fine all around. But there is one thing lacking' " 'Yes?' "'lt is an Adamless Eden, don't you know. You are so good in everything else tlint I should think you would be glad to share these blessings with a husband.' " 'Are you proposing, sir?' " 'ln an argumentlve way. If you can ho convinced that you should have a husband, I should like to be the man.' "'Husband! I have a gardner that rmokes and drinks! I have a parrot that swears like a pirate, and I have a cat that stays out all night. What in creation do I want with a hus band?' " Lord Chamberlain. The Gifts of Wealth. The strong man cried aloud In his anguish. "Our wealth Is gone," he sobbed, "and with it all that wealth bestowed upon us." "Not our dyspepsia, Alfred!" pro tested his wfe, reproaching his des pair. "No vicissitude of fortune can rob us of that!" And then, at last, he told her the worst; how that their Impoverishment was likely to necessitate their remov al from Boston to some community, doubtless, where a disordered diges tion was not particularly aplomb. Confronting their calamity thus they wept together, and for a time were utterly wretched.—Detroit Jour nal. Clearly Hie Due. Pale with astonishment and morti fication he rose and confronted the young woman. "Your answer then, Glycerine Mc- Curdy, Is 'no,' is it?" "It is, Mr. Wellon," she rejoined, with something like scorn. "It is not what I had a right to ex pect from you, heartless coquette." "Oh, It Isn't?" she Bald mockingly. "It ought to have been something else, ought it?" "Yes," he said, buttoning his coat and putting on his gloves. "To a man of my age you should have said 'No sir.' I wish you good evening, Miss McCurdy."—Chicago Tribune. A Typographical Error. "You say in your paper this morn ing," cried the irate Mr. Heeler, "that 'in politics Heeler is a lobster.' I want a correction." "My dear sir," replied the editor, "it was corrected In the proof, but the typo overlooked it. I wrote 'Jobster' very distinctly."—Philadelphia Presß. Brutes. The Book Agent—l would like to show you this beautiful work. It tells about the habits of savage an imals. The Severe Lady at the Door—l don't need it. 1 have been married four times.—lndianapolis Press. Choice of Evils. "Bertha, think I hear a burglar downstairs." "Well, let him nlone. If cook gets awake she'll call in seven policemen and we won't have a bite In the house for breakfast."—Chicago Record. The Diplomat. Mrs. Nuwed—My husband has talked me out of having a new spring bonnet. Mrs. Gabby—How did he do it? Mrs. Nuwed—lie says my hair is so pretty he hates to see it hidden by a hak—Baltimore American. Blissful Ignorance. Mother (sternly)—He kissed you twice to my knowledge, and I don't know how often after that. Daughter—Neither do I, ma. I never was much good at mental arith metic.—Philadelphia Press. The Difference. Little Elmer—Papa, what Is a sot? Prof. Broadhead—A sot, my son, 1B a poor man who gets drunk; a rich man who drinks to excess is the pos sessor of a convivial disposltibn— Puck. PICKLES. Such a discussion as developed on the piazza at the home of the Ellisons, that summer afternoon, would have been of serious import had it not been for the personality of the disputants. But a wrangle involving only a half dozen pretty young women, gowned in the light, breezy fluffiness appertain ing to a perfect June day, becomes prettier in proportion to its earnest ness It came about through Emily Ilas tiug's proposal for a picnic on the Desplaines lUver "Not one of these formal, cut-and dried, lemon-pie affairs," she ex plained, "but just a rollicking, jolly party of us young folks, who want to have a good time in the woods." "And the young men?" queried some one, doubtfully. "This isn't leap year, you know!" "Leave that to me," returmed Em ily, reassuringly. "If I can't make Herbert Winslow take up the idea and carry It out as his own, them I'm not up to enough snuff to make a baby sneeze." When the little bevy had gone into Individual pieces the picnic was as sured. Herbert Winslow took up the scheme like an original enthusiast. A railroad trip to Riverside und a pic nic wagon to take the party down the river were fixed upon. The luncheon scheme was excellent. A list of the young Indies was made up and a cor responding number of escorts was considered. Tlie day was set But that night Herbert Winslow wrote an informal invitation asking for the company of the demure Blanche Fielding. If Emily Hastings was keenly dis appointed she did not show it. Her interest In the picnic did not flag. Out of her inventive genius she even im proved on the original plans. "This is to be a novel picnic," she said; "nothing else will do. Now, as the designer of it I'm going to be the chef. I'm going to write out a list of just what each girl is to bring in a covered basket. These lists must be kept secret, and not till we get to the woods, ready to spread the table, Is any one but myself to kuow what we're to have for dinner." Everybody was pledged to the com pact of secrecy, and when tlie bill at fare had been made out and distribut ed. preparations began for the outing. Saturday, July 1. was an ideal day. Gathered in the Union Station in the early morning, only Emily Hastings and her escort were missing. Five minutes before train time Edwin Austin, breathless, came up to the anxious group witli the news that Miss Hastings was ill and could not go. It was a gay party In spite of the jisappintlng fact that Mr. Austin was i bit overplus, community property. Basket opening at 1 o'clock was to oe a feature of the outing. Under a spreading elm a grassy spot was cleared. "Who has the linen?" called Eva Best, who, in the absence of Emily Hastings, took the lead. "Here," und Anna Hunt opened tlie hamper in which a idle of snowy nap fry lay banked. Nothing else was there. With the opening of the one, others turned to their baskets unsus pectingly. It was a surprise, In fact. One basket only had knives, forks, spoons, pepper, salt und the et eeteras of the ordinary table. Another had only dishes. On down the list the baskets wore opened upon only table paraphernalia -on until Blanche Fielding's hamper yielded tlie first edible things in tlie party—pickles, mustard, Worcester shire sauce, and one full quurt of vinegar. "But there are lots of pickles," said Blanche, "breaking the long, breath less silence that fell on the party. Somebody burst Into a shriek of laughter, the keynote of the spirit in which nil day long the members of tlie party fasted, save as their teeth were put on edge by pickles. "Never speak of it to Miss Hastings, mind," was Blanche Fielding's part lug Injunction as, tired nnd hungry, they separated at the Union Station that night. "And, really, we have had a lovely time." Not every one assented to tills, but it was noticeable that Herbert Wins low did so emphatically. Less than a week after this emphasis hud a new meaning for the members of the group who marked it. It was brought about from the result of a tete-a-tete in the Fieldlngs' front par lor, during which Herbert Winslow had turned nervously buck and forth on the piano stool. " I)o you know," he said huskily, "I've been thinking a good deal of that picnic of late. I've been wonder ing ever since why—as we could be so happy for one day on a pickle and mustard diet—why we couldn't be happy always in a home that hud a better and more varied bill of fare?" She was thrusting the golden point of a searfpin Into the brocaded sur face of a settee, regardless of the damage that she was doing. "Blanche!" he said, appeallngly. She looked up and let him read tlie answer in her eyes.-Chlcage Tribune. Vicarious Revenge. "Ma, I do wish I had a little Bister." "So you would have some one to play with, Freddy?" "No'm; soze ev'y time you washed my face I c'd wash hern."—Chicago Record. Utilizing His Misfortune, First Tramp; "Say, you did get a bad eye in that scrap!" Second Tramp: "Yes; but de odder feller'got two. Why, he's working it on de public as an explosion!"— Puck. The Tribune is The Leading Newspaper in Freeland! At the subscrip tion price of $1.50 per year the Tribune costs its readers less than one cent a copy. Think of that! Less than one cent a copy ! And for that you get all the local news, truthfully reported and carefully written up. Besides all the local news, the Tri bune gives the news of the world in a con densed form. Thus the busy workman can keep in formed as to what is going on in the world without buying any other paper. The Tribune is essentially a newspa per for the home cir cle. You can read it yourself and then turn it over to your chil dren without fear of putting anything ob jectionable into their hands. Order It from The Carriers or from The Office.
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