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Andrew Carnegie, It seems, still has {200,000,000 between him and that honorable death in poverty which he craves. Man is the architect of his own for tune, but It is a singular thing that lie generally blames bis misfortunes OD some other fellow. It used to be said, "Call no man hap py until he is dead." Another way of putting It might he "Call no man rich until his will has been probated." Mark Twain onee pointed out that going to bed Is the most fatal of hu man habits, Inasmuch as fully ninety five per cent, of all deaths take place In bed. The Detroit News thinks the Ten nessee woman who killed her son be cause he smoked cigarettes would have saved much trouble by letting the habit take Its course. Dr. Slirady, the famous New York chemist, does not believe in condens ing food into tablets so that a busy man may take a portion of beefsteak as he would a pill. "We have teeth," he says, "a palate, jaw muscles and j other pieces of machinery that are Ig- I nored, if not Insulted, when you pop a i tablet into a man's mouth and say, 'There, you've had your dinner.' " A prospecting Idahoan thinks he has discovered Inexhaustible deposits of asphalt of the highest quality on the lauds of the Choctaw Indians, a find of more than tribal interest if the ex- j tent ard quality are as represented, j The Choctaw, in the common expe rience of his kind, stands to he frozen out of most of its advantages, and per- , haps out of his territory, his road of , exile not even smoothed with a sur face layer of Ills own asphalt. An attempt will soon be made by Californian merchants to put fresh as paragus on the market in London and other places in Great Britain. The California navel oranges are growing In favor In England and are being much appreciated. It is expected that California asparagus will compete with French asparagus, which is sent to England in large quantities. Great I Britain is now importing considerable quantities of prunes from California. j The largest manufacturers of cruci ble steel in Great Britain contemplate moving their plants from Sheffield to the United States. A site providing excellent water and rail facilities has been optioned near Wheeling, W. Va„ and it is proposed to erect thereon a modern plant, costing upward of $3,- 000,000, which from the fit-si: will em ploy about 3500 men. Constantly in creasing cost of coal in England is a prominent factor acting as an impetus to the move. Official sanction has been given to an opinion always held by women that tears are a legitimate argument. A ruling made recently by the Judge of the Appellate Court in Tennessee re fused to set aside a conviction on the ground that the jury had been improp erly inllueneed by the tears of the pros ecuting attorney. On the contrary, the court went so far as to declare that "if counsel has tears at command it may be seriously questioned whether It is not his professlosal duty to shed them whenever proper occasion arises." There are 244.527 school houses, dor mitories and other buildings in the United States devoted to education, and they arc valued at $524,689,255. There are 415,660 teachers—l3l,793 men and 285,867 women. In 1899 the people of the United States spent $197,281,603 to educate their children, which is $2.67 per capita of population and $3.20 per capita of children of the school age. t HARRY'S CABINET. j j j $ BY MARJOIUE BURNS. ', "What in the world does all this mean? Are you a summer Santa Claus, Harry?" Mae Thorndyke's dark eyes added their laughing inquiry to this ques tion as she glanced from the thick packages, thin packages, and pack ages of every size, shape and color that strewed the grass at her feet to the handsome boy, who had just tum bled them from his bulging pockets. Mae was the prettiest teacher that ever queened it in a country school house, and she was Idling away one of the last sweet afternoons of sum mer vacation in the apple orchard when Harry Freare, her fellow-board er at the brown farm house on top of the breezy hill sought her tvith his bulging pockets. "My exchanges," he explained, sur veying the packages at Mae's feet with an air of proud possession. "You know my offer of exchange came out in Golden Days a little while ago—'Petrified wood from the Indian Territory for miscellaneous curiosities.' A star-fisli, a sea-urchin, a piece of the Atlantic cable," he continued, keeping up a running com mentary as ho unwrapped each pack age. "And here's fun!" he ex claimed, as he finished reading a let ter. "A Boston boy wants me to get him a tomahawk from some of the neighboring tribes of Indians, and to tell him about some of the buffalo hunts I've had. The idea of buffaloes and Indians in Southeastern Kansas! I haven't done with that boy yet," he concluded, mysteriously, as he went away to arrange his curiosities in the empty cabinet, which was a late birthday present, and the motive of his sudden craze for curiosities. Left alone, Mae took up the zephyr that was dancing into pink foam un der her swift fingers, and tried to fix her attention on the volume of Rossetti; but tears came thronging to her eyes, and at last she gave up all attempts at self-control, and bow ing her golden head on her folded arms, sobbed unrestrainedly. A single word is sometimes the key that unlocks a whole world of recollections, and "Boston" had been that word for Mae. The past came surging back upon her —the golden past of two years ago, when she was one of the hap piest girls in Boston, with a brother In whom she, at least, could see no fault, and a lover v.hom all the world agreed in calling as manly and honor able a fellow as ever lived. Then the crash came. John Thorn dyke had speculated with his em ployer's money, lost it, and on the eve of exposure had cut the dark knot of impending fate and his own thread of life at one stroke. It was only one more item in the lengthening list of crime and suicide, but it changed the face of the world for Mae. She slipped away, severing all con nection with her old life; and for two years had been teaching a little prairie-school, near which an old nurse of hers lived, at whose home she boarded. "Dear old Phil, with his heart of gold, I am so glad he was traveling in Egypt when I went away, for I know he wouldn't have given me up if wild horses had been tearing me away from him; but I love him too much to stain his name with my brother's disgrace, and he shall never know where I am hiding," she said to herself, with loving resolution, as the storm of sobs abated. "Is that boy gettin' crazy, I won der?" said Mrs. Dean, taking an ap petizing peach-tart out of the oven one Saturday morning, and looking from the open window at Harry Freare, who lay on the grass-plot reading a letter, and bubbling over with suppressed merriment. "He never seemed overly fond of writin' till about a month ago, and now he's always soribblin' and chucklin' away to himself, and mumblin' a string o' stuff about Injuns and buffalers, and yaller-haired gals. Do you think his brain can be a little mite teched?" she inquired, anxiously, of Mae, who was whisking a dozen eggs into the airiest yellow froth. "Perhaps he has been writing a story, and has just received a letter of acceptance from the publisher," laughed Mae, as a.wild, exultant yell rang out, and Harry rolled 011 the grass in a paroxysm of mysterious delight. "See here, now, sir, you've just got to tell us all about this! Air you crazy, or hev you got a fit, or hev you been writin' a story?" demanded Mrs. Dean, swooping upon Harry, and tugging him into the kitchen. "It's the greatest fun I ever had, and I'd have '-old you and Miss Mae all about it, only I was afraid you'd want me to stop. You remember the Boston boy who wanted me to got him a tomahawk?" queried the mirth ful culprit at the bar of justice, as he faced Mae. "Well," ho continued, as she nodded, "I've been writing him the greatest string of stuff you ever heard about the Indians and buffaloes, and of course I had to have a pretty girl in my yarn, so 1 took you, and wroto him a lot of stuff about your riding over the prairie, with your hair flying loose, and jump ing six-foot fences, and said that the Indians called you Sunshino-of-the- Plain. Well, the Boston fellow takes it all in; but the funniest of all the thing that I was roaring so over, out on the grass, is that a boarder of his mother's takes it ir, too. Jim—that's the Boston follow" -has been telling him about my letters, and gavt him the one to read where I wrote all about you. Well, the upshot of it was 4he boarder made up his mind to go West in a hurry, and Jim thinks he's -.alien in love with you, and is com ing out to propose. Maybe that's him now," Harry suggested mis chievously, as a determined knock sounded on the half-opened door. So the exclamations, reproofs and laughter that Harry's story had called forth were hushed, and the stranger bade to enter. He appeared to be a fine-looking man, so far as his features were dis cernible through the cataract of red whiskers that overflowed his face, while a pair of enormous green spec tacles ccncealed his eyes. He wore a huge Panama hat, lined with green, and carried a small wood en box and a geological hammer. "If you lend me—aha! vat you call him—a tin-cup, if you please, goot lady get me some vater from your veil," he said, bowing elaborately to Mrs. Dean. "Water? No, indeed—you shall have milk!" said Mrs. Dean, her hos pitable soul in arms, as she waved the stranger to a chair. And she brought him a brimming goblet of milk and a fragrant slice of gingerbread. "You vas so goot and your home vas so lofely, all covered up mit roses! It must be so shveet in the mornings to hoar the leetle birds sing!" he murmured, gratefully, sip ping his milk and staring senti mentally at the late-climbing roses that thrust their pink faces in at the window. "Law, what a nice man!" said Mrs. Dean, in an appreciative aside. "Now, my Joshua don't know a rose from a cabbage, and don't care a mite more for a bird than he does for a June bug." The stranger was evidently encour aged by this admiration, and held out a card, bearing the name, "Herr von Schneitzenberg." "If I could lodge at your lofely home!" he pleaded. "I have—vat you call him?—references, and I vould be out all the day, looking for fosseels in your coal-mines." "Oh, let him come!" begged Harry. "As lie's a geologist, he could help me label my specimens." "What do you think about it, Mae? He might have the north room," sug gested Mrs. Dean, who had taken a great fancy to Herr von Schneitzen berg, and, besides—transplanted Yan kee matron that she was—she was al ways ready to turn an honest penny. So the bargain was sealed, with the stipulation that Mrs. Dean should be allowed to call her boarder Mr. Smith. "For if I called you that name every time I spoke to you I shouldn't have any time left to do the work," she said. Toward sunset Mae was sitting on the front porch making some prepar ation for the next week's lessons, for it was September, and her school had begun again, when Herr von Sehneitz enborg came out and took a seat near her. "This is as it should be—lofe, poetry and lofeliness," he said, beam ing sunnily through his green glasses from the little book of poetleal ex tracts which Mae held to the sweet face bending above it. "No; love and 1 have nothing to do with each other. 1 am merely pre paring a parsing lesson for my schol ars," returned Mae. coldly, as she moved her chair a trifle farther from this sentimental Teuton. "But you surely haf lofed? Vas he tead, or a schamp?" ho demanded, fixing his goggles upon her face, with quiet insistence. "Philip Earle a scamp? Never!" said Mae, rising abruptly, with in dignant crimson flushing her cheeks. "Stop! I only wanted to know whether you loved him still," said a mellow voice, from which the foreign accent and guttural tone had strange ly disappeared. Mao turned, flushing and paling— fear, hope, delight, each struggling for mastery in her wide, dark eyes. In a second the green goggles fell to the ground, the red wig and whisk ers following suit, and the transfor mation of Hcrr von Schneitzenberg into Philip Earle was complete. "Oh, you cruel little thing!" he said, folding Mae in his strong arms. "When 1 came home from Egypt, alarmed at hearing nothing from you after that terrible report in the news papers, and found that you had dis appeared as completely as the bride in 'The Mistletoe Bough,' I followed up rumor after rumor, only to find them delusive, until at last your young friend's letters to Jimmie Brown gave me the correct clew. I assumed a disguise, fearing that you might have learned to love some one else, and thinking if that was the case 1 could go quietly away without disclosing my identity; but your pretty burst of indignation a moment ago showed me that my Mae was still my own." "But I forgot," said Mae, struggling away from his encircling arm; "I cannot marry you and disgrace you." "Don't talk of disgrace and your self in the same breath, Mae! I tell you that you shall marry me! So you might as well accept the situation with the best grace possible." Somehow Mae's resolution melted away just then, and she accepted the situation with so good a grace that when Mrs. Dean came to the door her golden head was resting on Philip's shoulder, and the two were | cooing lovers' sweet nothings to each other—surely the happiest pair un j der the pink sunset that night, j "Well, if I ever heard of the like, Mae! I wouldn't have believed it of 1 you and Mr. Smith, if I didn't see it with my own eyes!" gasped Mrs. i Dean, sinking to the step and fanning I herself with a highly-scandalized air. | Mae laughed, and explained th 3 sit j uation. I "Well, I thought if Philip Earle had the spunk of a man, he'd find you out, by hook or by crook," beamed Mrs. Dean, much relieved. "But I can't help feelin' sort o' sorry that that sweet Mr. Smith has gone," she mourned, with a rueful glance at the discarded goggles and red hair, the sole remnants of the courteous Teu ton who had completely won her soft heart. But-she was partly consoled for the non-existence of "that sweet Mr. Smith" by the present of a red-plush parlot-set that she had long coveted, and Harry Freare and Jimmie Brown, also rejoiced in many new posses sions dear to boyish hearts. No need to ask il Mae was happy, as she and Philip steamed across the prairie lit by the cloth-of-gold of acres of wild sunflowers. The dark gulf of disgrace aud loneliness was annulled, and past, present and fu ture seemed all one rose-lit unity.— Saturday Night. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. The greatest elevation ever attained by balloonists was 37,000 feet, about seven miles. The ascent was made by James Glaischer, F. R. S., and a Mr. Coxwell, at Wolverhampton, Eng land, September 5, 18G2. Near/y all the snakes in Samoa are harmless. It is customary for the native girls, when about to attend dances, to adorn their necks and arms by winding live reptiles around them. Beds are comparatively scarce in Russia, and many well-to-do houses are still unprovided with them. Peas ants sleep on the tops of their ovens ; middle class people and ser vants roll themselves up in sheepskins and lie down near stoves ; soldiers rest upon wooden cots without bed ding, and it is only within the last few years that students in schools have been allowed beds. The ashes of Dante, inclosed in an iron urn, are about to be transported, with great ceremony, to the library pa lace of Florence. The urn was long ago stolen from a church in Ravenna, and secreted in the outer wall of a chapel. It seems that a sculptor named Pazzi has for years possessed this ex traordinary treasure, and has recently handed it over to Florence, where Dante was born, and whence he was exiled. One of the most extraordinary civic customs that still survive is that of " weighing-in " the corporation of High Wycombe, England. After the election of the mayor is concluded, that functionary, the aldermen and the councillors proceed to the borough office of weights and measures, where they are weighed and their correct weights duly entered in a book. The policemen on duty are also included, and last year provided the heaviest man in the person of the senior 3er-j gcant, who scaled 18 stone, thy , told of tho cow's bad temper. "An** ever since she has become so trou blesome, ma'am," added Rose, "we have not had half the milk she used to give. She may be a pretty enough creature to look at, but it looks are'ii all, it's a plaster cow you'd better get,' that will stand there, and make less trouble, ma'am." And the mistress quite agreed with her. "Since her usefulness is over," she said, "we cannot afford to keep her any longer for the sake of her beauty. Tomorrow morning I will ask the butcher what she will be worth as beei." So the cow and her pride were ended together.—Brooklyn Eagle. A I-lvely Aged HlnckuilUi. In the village of Kerschdorf, near Heidelberg, Germany, there is a lively ninety-one-year-old blacksmith and church warden, who recently climbed to the top of the church steeple and tied a new rope to the bell after the younger men in the village had re fused to risk their necks in the per. formance of that task.