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Make all money order.*, checks. eto. t pay ible to the Tribune Printing Company, Limited. INDUSTRIAL NOTES. A Weekly Review of flic Happenings Through* out the World of l abor in This and Other Countries. Postoffice clerks in Chicago have formed a union and joined the Ameri can Federation of Labor. C. Pardee & Co. have refused to rein state the coal miners at Lattimer. i Penn., who went on strike. The packers of the glass works at Salem, N. J., have had an increase ol $i per week in their wages. Wages of puddlers of the Altoona Iron Company, at Altoona, Penn., have been reduced from $4.50 to $3 per ton. King Leopold of Belgium lias ap proved the law granting pensions to destitute workmen over sixty-five years ok!. The advances in English coal miners' weekly wages thus far this year have been twice as great as those in the year 1899. Z. G. Simmons, a wealthy manufac turer in Kenosha, Penn.. purposes to fit up a clubhouse and night school for his employes. The city of Berne, Switzerland, is making the Socialistic experiment ol building free—or nearly free—work shops for tailors and shoemakers. The Longham Shovel Works, em ploying 300 hands, at Martin's Ferry, Ohio, has closed indefinitely, and it is said the trust has bought the plant. Paper money is at a premium at Nome. Miners find it more convenient than gold, and pay as much as two per j cent, in excess of its value for it. The National Association of Bridge I and Structural Iron Workers has j adopted a universal wage scale, fixing I wages at fifty cents an hour, with eight hours as a day's work, to go into effect next May. Among the encouragements offered to silk weavers during the first century of the existence of this industry in Lyons was exemption from military service and taxation. So rapid was ?ts j development that in 1650 the weavers numbered 18.000, or 60.c00 with affiliat- J ed pursuits. Minnesota's binding-twine plant, cs- j tablishcd in the State penitentiary, is as j much of a success as the like institu tion in Kansas. By this means the problem of convict labor lias been solv cd in these two States to the satisfaction of about every one concerned. The cutters of the great glove houses of Brussels and in France earn even higher wages than the cutters of the most fashionable tailors in London and New York. So difficult is this art of cutting gloves that most of the princi pal cutters arc known to the trade by name and bv fame, and the peculiar knives which they use h the business i are so highly prized that they are hand ed down from generation to generation as heirlooms. Germany's Nsvs Lease. The new* that Germany has obtained from Turkey the lease of a small isiaud w the Red sea, known as Uroan, \ nich is not marked on most English maps, but which is north of Kamaran, where we have a caoic station, will evoke no surprise. As far back as 1896 Count von Luttwitz urged that Germany should acquire coaling stations, and the demand has been pressed of late with remarkable insistence by the immensely powerful German navy league. It goes without saying that the new island will be a valuable possession. Germans do not acquire territory with their eyes shut, and they are certain to have made careful surveys and to have obtained a fine harbor. The chief inter est, however, for England is as to the location of the other coaling stations which Germany undoubtedly intends to buy or annex. Positions arc wanted both to the east and west of the Red sea, and where are they to be found? In the Mediterranean it would not be surprising to learn that the kaiser had arranged with Spain for the purchase of Ceuta, the fortress, quite useless to the Spaniards, which confronts Gibraltar on the southern shore of the famous straits. There have been negotiations as to this ph.ee, and Spain would be not disin. lin ed to do Germany a kindness in return for the sympathy shown in 1898. The system and care with which Ger many is laying the foundation of her sea power merit attention in England Already in Africa she has sites for coal ing stations in Togoland, the Kamcrun, Southwest Africa and German East Africa. In the West Indies the fear that she might obtain from Holland Curacoa already causes anxiety in the United States. But Germany will go slowly and surely. She is not in a hurry; her preparations are quietly and systematically made; it is no part of her object to cause general alarm, which might be fatal to her designs.—London Daily Mail. It may be information to a good many tint Indian "relics" are now be ing turned out in regular factories, one of which is located in a county in Wis consin. The relic-makers have a secret process by which an ancient appearance is imparted to bones, pots, arrow heads, etc. JUDGE NOT. 3 Mow do we know what hearts have vilest sin? How do we know? Many, like sepulchres, are foul within. Many outward garb is spotless as the snow, -And many may be pure, we think not so. And near to God the souls of such have been, What mercy secret penitence may win- How do we know? How can we tell who sinned more than How can we tell? We think our brother walked guiltily, Judging him in self-righteousness. Ah, well! Perhaps had we been driven through the hell Of his untold temptations, we might be Less upright In our daily walk than he— How can we tell? Dare we condemn the ills that others do? Dare we condemn? Their strength is small, their trials not a few, The tide of wrong is difficult to stem. And if to us more clearly than to them Is given knowledge of the great and true, More do they need our help and pity too- Dare we condemn? God help us all, and lead us day by day- God help us all! We cannot walk alone the perfect way. Evil allures us, tempts us, and we fall. "We are but human, and our power is ■mall; Not one of us may boast, and not a day Rolls o'er our heads but each hath need to say, God ble 3 us all! Tha Ring s Victory. BY Q. K. UNDERWOOD. Author "Black John," Etc. (Copyright 1900. Daily Story Pub. Co.) It was only a speckled shote, but the cream-colored pony thought it was a bear or something even more dreadful. He was a city-trained pony and was without fear of steam engines, electric cars and oilier urban nerve wreckers, but he had never had any experience with the bogies of plantation life. So when the speckled shote darted across the path with a terrifying "hough! hough!" the cream-colored pony shied, and threw the girl who was rid ing him, then tore off down the narrow road through the cotton field at top speed. Being a robust young person with a good deal of pluck and a sense of humor, however, she laughed almost as soon as the first tears started down the sides of her nose, and satisfying herself that no hones were broken she shook the dust from her riding habit, and gave her hat a touch with her gloved fingers to make it sit straight on her brown locks. The big white mansion whore she lived was a mile and a half away. The sun was behind a bank of black clouds in the west, and the rich purple of the cotton blooms, which were a pearly white in the morning, and a delicate pink at noon, bore evidence that the day was dying all too fast for the quiet of a maid with a weary hour of walking ahead of her. "I went down the new-cut road, She went down the lane. And Bhe promised to meet me. Good-bye, '.Liza Jane." The sound of this classic, sung in a melodious, though untrained voice, and accompanied by the rhythmic beat of a horse's hoofs on the sunbaked road, caused the girl to draw to one side and look back. It was the voice of a white man and welcome, for the girl did not relish the long walk home through the lonely plantation. The man on the gray horse eyed the girl curiously and respectfully. He was sunburned and stalwart, and sat In his saddle as one at home. He would have passed without speaking as is the custom in the home of King Cotton, but for the evidence of the girl's apparel that she should be on horseback. "Beg pardon, ma'am," he said, rais ing his hat. "Can I do anything to asslßt you?" "You are Mr. Bradley, are you not?" said the girl, "Yes'm." "I am Jane Apperson." The young man said he would be pleased to be of service to Miss Apper son. "My pony threw me and ran away," said the girl. "Do you think you could ride my horse?" said Bradley, who had dis mounted. "I couldn't think of depriving you. Maybe the pony has stopped. Would you mind riding ahead and looking for him?" "Certainly not," and Bradley gal loped away on the gray horse. Old Mr. Apperson was the richest person in that section of the state, and probably the most unpopular. Why a man of his temperament and prejudices ever essayed to make his homo on an Arkansas plantation was a local mys tery. His political faith was a griev ous offenso to his neighbors and his cold, hard insistence that all men should live within their incomes and abjure light pleasures was regarded with deep disapproval by the hospita ble, sport-loving planters. Ho iived aloof and his only child, the brown eyed, brown-lmirod Jane, knew none o:' he r neighbors. Occasionally the Ap porsons would be visited by severe looking women and men of clerical as pect from the East, but these never fraternized with the community. Ben Bradley wasn't a bad fellow. Some dare-devil feats of his youth had given hiT a reputation for reckless ness thif ne had not quite lived down, /"lit the worst that could be truthfully Aid of him now was that he kept fight mg cocks and evinced a more intelli gent interest in a dog or a horse or a gun than he did in improved {arm ma chinery, or experiments in the line of introducing white labor in the South. Ben Bradley came back to her with out the cream-colored pony. "I'm £*aid there's nothing for it but for you to ride my horse," he said. "Do you think you can manage him?" "He looks rather wild," said the girl, with a doubtful glance at the high-headed, spirited gray gelding. "I am not much of a horsewoman." "He's not the easiest brute in tho world to handle," admitted Bradley, dcprecatingly. "I might lead him, though," he added. The sky which had become overcast was suddenly rent by a zig-zag streak of fire, and a crash of thunder shook the earth. Big drops of rain pattered on the road and the liorse frightened by the thunder tried to break away from Bradley. "It's going to be a hard storm," said the planter, soothing the horse, "and you must get home at once. There is only one way. You must ride behind me." "But Mr. Bradley " "Pardon me, Misa Apperson. It i 3 the only way." Jane Apperson felt that she was do ing something desperately unconven tional, but, obeying Bradley, she mounted a convenient stump aiid then sprang on the gray's crupper. "Hold tight," said Bradley, with grave courtesy. "Now we're off." The gray bounded forward and by the time the rain began to fall in earnest was galloping swiftly. It was a new sen sation for Miss Apperson, this feeling a powerful, running horse beneath her and holding fast to a man—one of those reckless roysterers her father disap proved of so sternly. She was a good deal troubled about what her father would say, still the situation had its charm. There was a commotion when they reached the house. The crcnm-colored pony had come home without a rider and servants were being s -nt out to find Jane. Slipping to the . lv.und be fore Bradley could assist her, the girl ran to her father and hurriedly told him of her adventure. The obi man eyed Bradley coldly and said: "My daughter tolls me you were of service to her. At any time I can reciprocate *you may command me." "Don't mention it," said the young planter. "It was a pleasure to me." "Won't you como in and wait until the rain is over?" "No, thanks; the rain won't hurt me." Ben Bradley called several times at "What was your mother's maiden name?" the Apperson place and was received with the frosty politeness that was Mr. Apperson's nearest approacn to friend liness, but he never managed to see Miss Apperson alone. She always spoke cordially to him but there was a reserve in her manner. Bradley felt that she regarded him as a wicked person. "The little Puritan!" said he, after one of these visits. "She thinks 1 have horns and hoofs. I'll keep away from her." But he didn't. He took to hunting the roads about the Apperson place for the more chance of seeing her as she rode, attended by a pale young man who acted as secretary to her father. Sometimes he managed to find an excuse to ride a short distance at her side. The presence of the pale young man was a bar to confldential discourse, but when a man and a maid are so ntinded they can come to a fairly good understanding without plain speech, and Bradley began to hope that "the little Puritan" did not think so badly of him after all. "What's the use, though," he thought, "I don't want to marry her father's daughter, and her father wouldn't let her marry me. But she's a bonny little Puritan." And tile next time he rode at her side lie so managed that the gray geld ing and the cream-colored pony crowded the pale young man's horse out of the road and then they set off at a pace that tho pale young man's steed could not keep. "Don t pu!l up," said Bradley, as Miss Apperson started to check the pony. "I must say it. Give me two minutes. I love you, and if you wilj marry nie I will join tho church and try to be good." Aren't you good r.ow?" said the "iit t'e Puritan," with a demure smile. "You know I ain't. Please give me a chance." "What would father say?" "May I ask him?" "Yes. Now we must wait for Mr. Hawkins." Before they parted Bradley found an opportunity to slip a curiously carved old ring from his little finger and give it to Miss Apperson. He found Mr. Apperson next morn ing looking colder than ever and very thoughtful. The old man opened the conversation. "You gave my daughter a ring yesterday," he said. "Yes, sir, and 1 asked her to marry me. Now I have come to ask " "Is this the ring?'' Bradley's heart was cold as the old man held up the ring lie had given Jane Apperson. , "Yes. How did you get it?" "From whom did you get it?" "From my mother. But I did not eomc here to be catechized, sir. It is my ring and I hoped that your daugh ter would wear it as my first love token." "What was your mother's maiden name?" "Jane Beauchamp. Why?" "Of Kentucky?" "Yes; but why?" "Mr. Bradley, I gave your mother that ring before she was married. When we parted, because her parents would not suffer her to wed a Yankee abolitionist, I asktd her to keep it till she died." "She told me never to part with it except to the woman I gave my first love to," said Bradley musingly. "Mr. Bradley," said the old man, "it was my hope that my daughter should wed a man more in sympathy with my views than you are, but the ring is your advocate. Be good to her." Then Jane Apperson came into the room and Ben Bradley kissed her, and the pale-faced secretary, who wasn't a bad fellow at all, peeped in and told Mr. Apperson that he would like to consult with him about the account of one of the tenants. FLOWERS IN ENGLAND. Tlo Average Knglisliworaati la Not Artistic. This is without doubt the month of flowers in England and this year they seem more abundant than ever. The observer knows this by the flowers he sees for sale In the shops and streets. Those who are fortunate enough to possess gardens of their own and al ways have a profusion of flowers will scarcely notice the more than usually gorgeous display in the florists' and the baskets of the flower girls. But, notwithstanding the fact that flowers are now almost, universally in vogue for decoration and that of late years people have made great strides in the direction of the more skillful arrange ment and blending of colors, they have yet a great deal to learn. The average Englishwoman is not artistic and she is apt to rely too much upon the efforts of her florist to achieve anything at all striking or perfectly satisfactory in the way of decoration. The florist is, as a rule, a painstaking person, possessed of a few good decorative schemes, but ori ginality seldom, if ever. Wherever you go In I.ondon you see the same "arrangements" and can almost tell at a glance to which of the various es tablishments in Bond street or Regent street the hostess has banded over the floral dressing of her dinner table or ballroom. In Japan, whero the ar ranging of flowers is undertaken in the most serious manner and considered an indispensable branch of art, they could teach westerners many things in the direction of greater simplicity and ob servation of nature's methods. Flow er arrangement is taught there just as cookery is in England and some won derful and beautiful books are pub lished on the subjects, illustrated by a famous Japanese artist, setting forth the different methods, the appropriate kind of vase for each arrangement be ing specified. This book is published in England and is a revelation of the possibilities of flowers as a decorative medium.—Chicago News. Inlands on lliei Gulf. The Galveston disaster ought to serve as a warning that the sand isl ands fringing our gulf coast, from Florida to the Rio Grande, are not safe in their present condition for hu man habitation, and in great and con stant danger from the violent hurri canes which arise, from time to time, in the West Indies. Some better pro tection must be assured before these islands can be settled without great risk of life. What that protection should be it will be for the engineers to say, whether breakwaters, raising the grade of the islands, or whether some other better means of protection can be found. There have been so many disasters, too great a loss of life and property, to continue the risk, as we have done for years.—New Or leans Times-Democrat. Municipal Sittings Banks. For some time the corporation ot Glasgow has taken comparatively small sums of money on deposit, and the experiment has worked well. Em boldened by this success the progres sive element of the city council pro posed that banking should be added to the municipal undertakings. Wlno Dealers* (turrets Returned. It is generally stipulated in France when wine is sold that the purchaser shall return the barrel at his own ex pense, and the cry, "send back my barrels," is going out from every wine dealer's house. It is calculated that one barrel will serve seven years if properly cared for. • Poets' Moment* f Superiority. All poet 3 have signalized their con sciousness of rave moments when they were superior to themselves—when a light, a freedom, a power came to them, which lifted I'nem to perform ances far better than they could reach at other times.—lnspiration. Pfiradlq* for Poor Finhermon. Ireland Is the paradise for fishermen who are not millionaires. Tickets for fishing cost lees than half what they do in England. Hotel expenses aro chr*\per. PERPETUAL MOTION MYTH. j AH Many People Trying to Solve tlie Problem an Kver. "Tlie perpetual motion myth is fully 1 as attractive as it ever was," said a ! veteran model maker and all-round ! mechanic of this city, "and I really be- ( lieve there are just as many people trying to solve the problem now as i formerly. It is a great mistake to ; characterize all such folks as cranks ; and fools. Anybody with a fair work- j iug knowledge of mathematics can ; easily demonstrate that perpetual mo- j tiou is a physical impossibility, but to a man who has had no special matlie- j matical training the thing seems en- ! tirely feasible, and it is very difficult j to make him understand why it can- i not be accomplished. During the last | twenty years I have made models and ! sections of models for at least lifty or : sixty different people, all of whom i believed firmly they were on the track j of the great secret. Some were cranks, i of course, but many of them were | men of superior intelligence who were simply deficient in the mathematical faculty—and that, let me assure you, • is a deficiency which is extremely j common, and no indication whatever ! of general mental weakness. One of j my customers, to Illustrate the point, i was a lawyer of acknowledged ability, j He is dead now, and if 1 mentioned \ his name you would be astonished. ; He was a scholar and a thinker, but \ he had no taste for mathematics, j and, after he had figured out the per- ; petual motion problem to his own sat- j isfaction, it was impossible to make him see the ilaw in his line of reason ing. He had proceeded on a familiar principle known as the 'counterpoised wheel,' and until I assured him of the j contrary ho supposed that he was the first person who had ever thought of j it. The device seems plausible enough on its surface, but, as a matter of i fact, each revolution of the wheel calls i for a trifle more power than it is capa- ' ble of generating. I tried to reason i the thing out, but the lawyer couldn't j grasp it, and he attributed the failure j of the model to some mere mechanical ! defect in its construction. I am satis- I lied he entertained his delusion up to ; the time of his death, and I could j name n dozen other cases of practi cally the same character. As a rule, | the perpetual motion inventor believes ' he has struck something entirely new. 1 He doesn't know that the four or five mechanical forms upon which ail such ; devices are based have been threshed j over thousands and thousands of times. I used to waste a good deal of ! breath explaining and expostulating, j but I've ceased to do it. If I don't j make the model, somebody else will." j —New Orleans Times-Democrat, Wan in tlie Bucket. Among the trusted and efficient at taches in the office of the street rail- j way headquarters is one Millikin. He j also has a partnership interest in a I North side grocery. After keeping tabs j on cars and their operators each day, I Mr. Millikin waits on customers at the grocery store. Saturday night is iisu- j ally a busy one, and, of course, every- ! thing is done in a hurry. This prob ably accounts for a slight oversight of ! Mr. Millikin in filling an order for a : little, fat girl, who came into the store j as the kind-hearted Millikin was about to close the doors. "Mister Mll-li-ltln, my mamma sent after a quarters' worth of mul-las-slx," said the child. "All right, little girl, let's have your bucket," said the genial clerk. With tliis the little lady handed over a good-sized tin bucket. Mr. Millikin disappeared among some barrels, and after considerable grinding he reap peared. "There's a big measure, little girl. Do you think you can carry it?" "Yes, sir," said the maiden, us she started toward the door. "Little girl,Where's the money?" said Millikin, as he followed up his cus tomer. "In the bucket, Mr. Mil-U-kin." naively replied the child.—Columbus Dispatch. Inserts and rrelitstorlc Forests. It is not unlikely that some of the curious alterations in the distribution of forest trees which geologists have recognized may have been due to the development in former ages of the gypsy moth or other like destructive species of insect. Thus in the early Miocent Tertiary Europe was tenanted by a host of species closely akin to those that now form our admirable American broad-leaved forests. The magnolias, the gums and the tulip trees were then as well developed in Europe as they are in this country. Suddenly all these species disappeared from the Old World. There is no rea son to believe that the change was due to an alteration in climate. There are many evidences indeed that such was not the case. It is a very reasonable conjecture that that alteration was brought about by the invasion of an insect enemy which may have been the ancestor of the gypsy moth.—Pro fessor N. S. Shaler, in The Forester. Marked With Bleeding Hearts. In one of the cages at Lincoln Park, Cldeago, nre two pigeons or doves most peculiarly mavked. They belong to the variety known as the "bleed ing heart." Their backs and wings are of a bluis. slate color, while their brensts are white, save for a spot of vivid crimson in the centre. This spot is precisely like the stain which would be produced by a wound. It is about an inch in length, and the color fades out at the edges softly In little streaks. One can scarcely be lieve the little creatures are not vic tims of some cruel thrust. Uses of the Beard, We can't see much seuse in a single man who buys his own neckties wear ing a long heard.—Detroit Journal. MELITARY NOTES. i What the Latest Figures Show About the South African War.—Death Rate Compared With Other Wars. A different complexion is put on the casualties from South Africa by the re turn which is issued this week from tlie war office, says the London Chronicle. The country is thoroughly aware that over 40,000 of its brave soldiers have been killed or wounded during the course of the war. but what has not been so completely realized is that 29,000 out of that total have since re turned to duty. This only leaves 11,- 737 who have been permanently inca pacitated by their wounds. We may take it that even some of that number will recover and return to duty in the course of time, so that a loss of 10, coo lives in round numbers is the price this county has to pay for the subjugation of two Boer republics. Even that is a heavy toll, but it can hardly be regard ed as excessive for a war that has last ed a year, and lias added deadly disease to the perils of the battlefield. Out of the army of 200.000 men who left our shores, only one in twenty will fail to return in his full health and strength. Many a battle has caused the death of *0 more than that percentage of the oppos ing forces. So. on the whole, the les son of the war anpears to be that, con trary to M. Bloch's anticipations, mod ern arms of precision have not made warfare any more deadly. Now that the war is drawing to a close, we can reckon up its cost in blood. Ten thousand men has pur chased the Boer rep Mies for Britain with their lives, not to speak of four times that number who have been wounded, many of them crippled for life. It is a terrible record, but it is conso ing—if there can be cofasolation in such a deplorable event —to know that the mortality has been less than was expected when the full strength of the army in SouthAfrica was known. The chances of war arc that five men in a hundred will be killed in battle or die of disease, but the deaths in South Africa have been only four per hun dred. This is nearly 2 per cent, lower than the mortality in our Napoleonic wars, and it compares favorably with the death rate in some of the principal wars of the century. France, in the Crimea, lost over TO per cent, of its f rets by death, and just over 5 per cent, in the campaign of 1859. In that campaign Italy lost 5.5 per cent, and Austria 4.7 per cent., whi'c in 1866 Bavaria and Austria both lost over 5 per cent. Prussia has been for tunate in her wars; in 1864 and 1866 her losses were only slightly over 3 per cent. In 1870, however, the German army lost 8.90 per cent, of its officers and 4.50 per cent, of its men. RAM'S HORN BLASTS. sfTTfy rpHE grasping hand (-C - "$r 1 can not B ras P God's /*• —\ /05s J?) Prayer is apri l va ' e *° " le r King's chamber. . I igT? A picture-perfec tion prohibits pro /SkJ Y®C;\ gress. Uyw® V, \\yf" s : 'J A warm-hearted fvßcJ church never has a ftNjr * I yj_ cold hand. Tjl&L*- There is no dan- O l' of conforming i ' to the world with out when you have Christ within. The perpetual protest of Christianity is the only thing that saves thi; wor <1 from ruin. God is as much glorified when He stoops to man as when men bend be fore Him in worship. Salt in the sermon may smart, but it will heal. Success is not in what you have but in what you are. It is littlo use lending a. hand unless you give a heart. No coin is current with God without love's stamp on it, It takes more than high price to make a thing highly precious. If you lese the habit of giving you lose the happiness of living. We may need many of life's hard ships (o cultivate homesickness. It is easier far to sow sin-seeds than to uproot them. Where to Locate? Why, in the territory traversed by the Louisville and Nashville Railroad, the Great Central Southern Trunk^e in KEN lUCKY. TENNESSEE, ALABAMA, MISSISSIPPI, FLORIDA, where Farmers, Fruit Growers, Stock Kaisers, Manufacturers Investors, Speculators, and Money Lender H-ill find the greatest chance in t ie Unit.** Mates t-i make "big ir.oncy" by reason of the ibundanco and cheapness of LAM) and FA It MS, TiMIJEK and STO.VE, I HON and COAL, LA <) It— L V EItYT IIIXG 1 Free sites, financial assistance and freedom /con: taxation, for the munutacturer. Land and farms at SI W per acre and up wards, ami 500.000 nines in West Florida thai can bo taken gratis under U. S. Homestead laws Stockraising in the Gulf Coast District will make enormous profits. Half fare exclusions the first and third Tuesdays of cacli month. Let ns know what you want, ami we will tell you whore and how to get it- but don't delay, as the country is filling up rapidly. Printed inattor, maps and all information free. Address, R. J. WENIYBS, General Immigration and Industrial Agent LOUISVILLE. KY.
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