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The new star in Perseus has dimin
ished to the third magnitude. It evi
dently needs a new press agent.
With a navy already about equal td
Sthe combined navies of any other two
powers. Great Britain has ordered i
work begun during the present year I
on three battleships, six armored cruis- ,
ers, two tliird-elass cruisers, ten tor- !
pedo boat destroyers, live torpedo
boats, two sloops of war and five sub
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like a movement to reduce the cot
ton acreage.
The bicycle may pass, hut it will j
pass only when tho cycle of human de- ]
velopment which produced it has run j
Its full course and the people that
made it marvelous In human annals
have passed away forever. For,
looked at from any point of view,
whether from that of service or pleas
ure, or the result of human thought
and skill, or adaptation to popular
needs, the bicycle stands to-day as tho I
consummate achievement of our me
chanical development.
Several particularly pathetic cases
within the last few months have been
the cause of reviving the old agitation
in England for the modification of the
law which requires that the sentence
of death shall be pronounced in each
case of a woman convicted of infan
ticide. This law is regarded by the
majority of thinking Englishmen as
a crude and cruel relic of those days
.when In the early part of the last cen
tury persons were condemned to death
for stealing a few cents' worth of can
dies or flowers. For many years no
.woman has been sent to the gallows
for this crime; In fact, the term of im
prisonment is being continually less
ened. But in the matter of the pro
nouncement of the death sentence,
there is absolutely no discretionary
power given to the presiding justice.
Knowing full well that the Home
Secretary will change the sentence to
a comparatively short term of impris
onment, still he must go through the
ghastly form of sentencing her to be j
lianged by the neck until she is dead.
'As those interested in the proposed re
lforin say, this Is merely a form of
exquisite torture, as cruel as it is un
necessary. An empty formula, it is
contrary to all the modern notions of
justice.
I--; -
i* - I.afayette's Rose-Leaf Bed.
Mrs. Sarah 11. Bradford, mother of
the wife of Admiral Crowinshield, tells
an amusing incident of Lafayette's
visit to New York in 1824, which al
most became a tragedy for the hero.
Some of the society belles and their
smaller sisters, among them Mrs.
Crowninshield, resolved that he should
have a bed of roses to lie on, and for
days before his expected visit they
busied themselves gathering rose
leaves, aud, having filled a white silk
sack with them, conveyed it to the
house at which ho was to spend th
night.
When, however, the Marquis mado
his appearance next morning he was
suffering with influenza of the most
pronounced character. With French
tact he endeavored to ignore his condi
tion, the horrid concomitants mean
while proclaiming it, and the anxiety
of his friends being equally hard to
silence, the truth of the matter was
gradually revealed. Lafayette was
subject to a malady known as roso
cold, and the odor of the flowers tor
tured him. In an effort to escape from
It he rolled himself in a blanket upon
the floor, It pursued him, and the
draughts from the doors aggravating
the situation a cold was the logical se
quence.— Philadelphia Itecord.
At least one co-operative colony—
that located in Dickinson county, Kan
sas—seems to be thriving, it was
formed three years ago and has made
money from the start, clearing $1,842
his; year. The colony has a ranch, a
gencal store, a bank and an insurance
feature.
London lias d'JO acres of docks; Liv
erpool, 5110 acres.
5 A Need Satisfied, j
4 BV VIRGINIA LORING.
I lacked five years of my two-score
and-ten, and was living alone in the
snug little house left me by my father,
just on the outskirts of London. The
house, a few valuable articles of plate
and some £SOOO constituted all my
worldly goods. I kept them all under
my own personal surveillance. Of
banks I had my own opinion, and I
knew a far safer place for my little
hoard than intrusting it to strange and
perhaps dishonest men.
I was sitting one afternoon in ray
pretty little drawing room, revolving
in my mind the improvement a little
paint and wall paper might be, and at
the sa-me time unwilling to expend the
necessary sum. when my neat little
maid-servant announced that a gentle
man had called to see me.
I took a hasty glance in the mirror
to convince myself that my hair was
in order and my cap-ribbons on the
proper angle, when his shadow dark
ened the threshold.
I glanced up; I fear I blushed. His
dark eyes were fixed so penetratingly
upon me that mine fell beneath their
glance. I had caught but a passing
glimpse of the handsome face and tall,
manly form, hut dared not look again.
"You will pardon me. madam —" he
began.
"Not madam," I interrupted; "Miss
Loring."
"Miss Loring," he repeated after me.
"I ventured on the madam, because I
thought it could not be possible Miss
Loring could have been permitted to
retain that prefix she so evidently pre
fers."
Presumptuous it may have been in
a stranger, hut spoken in a low, musi
cally modulated voice, it did not pre
sent itself to me in the right light.
I instantly tried to remember all the
heroes I had read of in the romances
I procured from the library, and to de
termine which one of them he most re
sembled.
There was one great void which
heretofore had always existed in my
life—a romantic adventure.
Singular as it may seem, I had never
had one. My heart began to palpitate
as I thought that possibly the need
would now be satisfied.
"I almost hesitate to make known to
you the cause of my visit, lest you
should regard it in the light of an im
pertinent intrusion," he continued;
"hut in passing by your house, I no
ticed the upper room in your back
building, which is peculiarly adapted
for a studio. I am an artist and in
search of just such an apartment, for
which I am willing to pay a most lib
eral price. I shall occupy it only dur
ing a few hours each day. If Miss
Loring will not accede to my request,
will she not at least pardon It?"
He bowed low and deferentially he
fore me. My brain was in a whirl.
What could his proposition mean?
Had he seen me and made this a pre
text to know me? I could not tell. I
dared not trust myself as yet to give a
decided answer.
"I will think the matter over," I
said, and I fear there was a slight
tremulousness in my tone. "If .you will
call tomorrow I will let you know my
decision."
"I will leave you my card, then,"
he replied, drawing his cardcase from
his pocket, and placing a delicately en
graved card on the table. "I am quite
willing to pay a pound a week, and if
you accede to my request, I shall con
lider myself indeed your debtfir."
I rose aud courtesied as he bowed
himself out. A pound a week! It was
munificent: I need no longer study
ways and means as to paint and wall
paper. I should be able to do ail that
I had planned, and more. \Vhy, then,
should I hesitate? Why had I not
said yes at once? Perhaps he never
would return.
My heart sank at the thought, to a
depth no mere pecuniary loss could
have entailed upon it.
Had this stranger, then, made an
Impression upon that susceptible por
tion of my anatomy? He looked
younger than my real age—but what
of that? Doubtless I looked far
younger than my years.
At the last taking of the census I
had given my age at 28, and, further
than a slight elevation of his eyebrows,
the census taker showed not tho
slightest surprise. 1 thought after
wards the movement wa3 a nervous
affection, and was sorry that I had not
proposed a specific cure.
I took up the card from the table.
It bore the name of Algernon Vernon.
Algernon! I might have known he
would possess such a name!
I tried ir. vain to rivet my wander
ing thoughts upon the latest romance.
Nothing its pages contained equaled
this new and absorbing demerit in my
life. All my doubts concerning my re
solve had fled.
On the morrow I would accede to Mr.
Vernon's request. Not even the
neighbors could find food for gossip,
inasmuch as he would occupy the room
only during a few daylight hours.
But why had he selected mine? The
houses on either fd'le of the street were
of tho same construction. Evidently
ho had a motive other than appeared
on the surface for wishing to gain an
entree into my humble abode.
Next day found be in a state of ner
vous agitation lest he should disap
point me; but there was no occasion
for it.
Promptly on the hour of the day pre
ceding he arrived, and I made known
to him my acquiescence in his propo
sition; but thi3 time he drew a chair
before the fire at my request, anil we
had quite a social and very pleasant
chat.
He would not remove all his artist
belongings at present, he said. He
was engaged on one work which par
ticularly occupied him, and which lie
hoped to finish in time for the Royal
Academy; after that he might have a
request to make of me. Had 1 ever
been told by artists that my profile
was a study?
Ah. he meant, then, to ask me to
paint my picture! What a triumph
over that horrid Williamson girl, who
had said that one day, not far off, my
nose and chin would meet! Evidently
she did not ui.V'rstand true art.
1 have such a trick of blushing. I
never can get over it. I blushed now,
and murmured that any request Mr.
Vernon might make I was sure I
would be but too glad to comply with.
Then he rose to go, but before doing
so he placed a one-pound note in my
hand.
"Invariably in advance. Miss Lor
ing," he said, almost apologetically.
"It is a rule from which I never devi
ate."
The next day he came. He brought
with him nothing but the picture on
which he was at work, his paints and
easels, and one or two wooden models.
Of course I never intruded upon him
at his work, but he grew into the hab
it, as he passed the open door of the
sitting room, to drop in and talk with
me.
One afternoon, when he had lingered
over his painting longer than his wont,
and seemed more tired, I asked him to
stay and take a cup of tea with me.
I could not but see how gladly he
consented. Of course did my guest all
honor. With my own hands I drew the
old heirlooms from their covers and
placed them on the table. With par
donable pride I ushered him into the
room.
"Are you not afraid to live alone.
Miss Loring," he asked, "with so much
valuable silver?"
"Oh, no!" I answered; "I keep it in
a safe built in the wall, and sleep with
the key under my pillow. No one
would think of looking for it there."
And then 1 went on to explain to
him my horror of banks, and liow
much of my worldly goods I preferred
to have under my personal supervi
sion.
"It is not safe," he insisted. "I wish
I had the right to refuse to allow you
to run such risk."
With what tenderness he uttered the
last sentence! To what was it the
prelude? It must not come upon me
too suddenly. I could not bear the
fullness of its ecstacy. but I no longer
doubted what for long I had suspected
—Algernon's heart was mine.
As he bade me good night he held
and pressed my hand. I fear my head,
in spite of the injury to my cap. fell
one brief instant on his manly
shoulder. I heard something like a
sigh; then he tore himself away. I
was again alone.
The next day I did not see him on
his way to the studio. Two men were
with him, so he could not stop. They
were rather rough-looking men—evi
dently models. Shortly after one of
them passed down the stairs and went
out. Then Algernon came.
"Where is your visitor?"l asked.
"They have both gone," he said.
I thought it strange I had not seen
the other man pass, but soon Alger
non's presence made me forget all
§lsc; only ho seemed distrait and ill at
ease.
Perhaps I had been too cold, too dis
tant, and so had wounded his noble
heart. I silently swore to throw off
the mask of maiden modesty, and
show him more of the true heart which
beat but for him. Before, however, I
had my courage to the point,
he had gone I .*'
I sat alone for two, perhaps three
hours, until the twilight fell. Then a
sudden desire assailed me to go up and
look at the progress of his work. I
had not seen the picture since the day
it came, and he had been with mc a
fortnight.
Softly I opened the door. The pic
ture was on its easel, covered with a
cloth. The cloth I gently raised, but
I could discover on the canvas no
change. Doubtless, lost in thought of
rne, Algernon had striven in vain to
pursue his art.
I sank into a chair and gave myself
up to sweet reverie, when suddenly I
started. A loud and violent sneeze
sounded close beside me. I sprang to
my feet and looked about the room, it
was empty, save for the two wooden
models and myself.
One of these models Algernon had
evidently been copying, since he had
dressed it in the brigand hat and coat
he kept for that purpose, and which
ne once had shown me.
A great terror assailed me; I
searched every corner of the room. In
vain—l could discover nothing.
At last I went out, but taking the
key from the door I locked It behind
me. On my way down stairs I caught
a glimpse of Jenny's (my maid of all
work) young man, escaping through
the back door.
I did not approve of followers, but
Jenny was so good and faithful that I
sometimes had to shut my eyes to the
somewhat frequent visits of the young
butcher, who evidently intended her to
share his lot. Somehow my recent
fright made the presenco of a man,
even the butcher, a thing to be de
sired.
"Tom!" I called. He came back,
bowing awkwardly. "I don't mind if
vou stay to tea," I said. "I had a little
fright just now, and I'm nervous. I'd
feel better to know you were in the
kitchen, within call."
"Thank ye, miss! but 1 can't stay to
night, and ye needn't be nervous, for
I'm just after seeing Mr. Vernon look
ing out of t£e studio window."
"Mr. Vernon has been gone two
hours," I said.
"Well, certainly It was some one else
in the studio, tor I certainly saw a
man's head by the window when I
came in, a halt hour ago."
His assertion made me doubly ner
vous.
"It is very strange," I said; and then
I told him what had happened.
"Let me go up and look, Miss Lor
ing," he suggested.
Consenting, I led the way, but stooo
back that he might enter alone—Jenny
meanwhile bringing up the rear.
It was now quite dark. Tom struck
a light. The room was silent and
empty.
Had some ghost been playing ua
tricks? Doubtless if Tom had had
only my story he would have been at
onco satisfied that my imagination
only was at fault. As it was, he looked
about him puzzled and perplexed. Sud
denly he made a spring forward.
"Don't, aon't!" I cried. "You will
disturb the model!"
But too late. He already had
clutched it by the throat, and, to my
intense consternation and amazement,
it, too, became endued with animal
life.
For a few moments the two struggled
for the mastery, Jenny and I mean
while screaming at the top of our
lungs; but before the police arrived
Tom had bound the man's hands, and
stood triumphant over his prostrate
form.
He soon made piteous confession.
It was not his fault. He had been
hired to open the door at midnight to
Mr. Algernon Vernon, and was to as
sist in carrying off the booty.
"Mr. Algeron Vernon?" I gasped.
The fellow smiled a hideous smile.
"Yes, miss," he said. "His real
name is Jake Brown, however. He said
there'd be no trouble in fooling the
old woman, and that he had a sure
thing of it."
The old woman! I would almost
rather they had taken my silver and
my bonds. Algernon! Algernon! Still
my heart echoes the desolate cry! Still
it is empty! Jake Brown!
I yet believe the name, at least, was
basest slander on the part of his ac
complice, whose term of imprisonment
has just expired.
Algernon escaped detection; but I
have the wooden models and the un
finished painting (judges pronounce it
a chromo) to recall the one romantic
episode in a old maid's life. —Saturday
Night
QUAINT AND CURIOUa
In Japan poor children have labels
with their names and addresses hung
around their necks, as a safeguard
against being lost.
Congress is said to contain one
member who is opposed to all legisla
tion on the ground that there are al
ready too many laws in existence. He
favors repealing laws alrcadly exist
ing.
Elongated ear-lobes arc considered a
mark of beauty in Borneo. Girls with
this feature reaching down to their
elbows are not uncommon.
The British Medical Journal says that
a valuable ram, the property of a
grazier in New South Wales, lost its
front teeth, and being unable to nibble
satisfactorily, was slowly dying from
semi-starvation. The services of a
dentist were secured and artificial
teeth were inserted so successfully that
the ram is now thriving as well us
ever.
When General Wolfe fell on the
plains of Abraham, before Quebec, in
the war known to Americans as the
French and Indian war, the regiment
with which he had long been identi
fied, the Forty-seventh Loyal North
Lancashire regiment, went into mourn
ing, and has not abandoned it in the
nearly a century and a half since. The
officers still wear black blended with
their gold braid.
In India, China, Japan and adjacent
countries are about 400,000,000 people
who rarely eat meat; yet they are
strong, active and long lived. Darwin
is authority for the statement that
the Andean natives perform twice the
work of ordinary laborers, and sub
sist almost entirely on a diet of ban
anas.
The Isar river is one of the curiosi
ties of Munich, Bavaria. It is chiefly
noted for running rapidly and for be
ing nowhere near the battlefield of
Hohenlinden, the poet to the contrary
notwithstanding. It is a river some
times white as milk, at others green as
grass, and it is probably the only river
of its size in the world which has no
boats on it. Nor may one bathe in it
on account of the swiftness of the cur
rent. Its principal use seems to be for
people to drown themselves in; but it
also serves a real purpose, because its
waters are diverted to flush sewers.
After performing this service the
waters run as babbling brooks in the
city park and are utilized by the wash
erwoman for laundry purposes,
Kentoratton of the Moone.
Thirty years and more have passed
since the kingly moose was driven,
through lack of proper protection,
from his grand ancestral home in the
forests of the Adirond'acks; and now,
after this long lapse, the royal exile
is about to be reinstated in his ancient
domain. No project will be watched
by sportsmen with keener interest;
nor has there ever been a movement
set on foot relative to the wild game
which means so much to so many.—
Field and Stream.
PROBLEMS OF THE HIGH.
THE lyi-FFICULTIES WHICH BESET THE
AMERICAN MILLIONAIRE,
Keeping Up u lliff 11■)lis -liolil A Modern
I'llihintliropic Movement VI liieli Has
Vlnced tiurden on the Wealthy Man
of Today— Vankee Millionaire the llest.
There is nothing—not even books
and constitutions—that gives, us a
clearer and quicker insight into the
political and social conditions of a
time or country than do the manners
and habits of rich men. Throughout
Europe some hundreds of years ago,
when a man had accumulated great
wealth he at once built himself a
itrong castle, with a moat around it,
in order to protect himself from the
attacks of his neighbors. The develop
ment of lawful government has no
more striking illustration than that to
be found in the gradual change from
this style of architecture to that
which marks the palatial abodes of
wealth today.
It still occurs that a man's house is
the surest indication of the extent of
his wealth. From the earliest times
men of great riches have had to exer
cise considerable ingenuity in expend
ing their incomes. Few men are con
tent to be secretly and unobstrusively
rich. The pleasure of possession
breeds the desire for display, so the
wealthy man of today puts his money
into tangible visible property, that
people may see and envy. And his
buildings, open to the world in all
their beauty and magnificence, form,
probably, the best illustrations of the
good of civilization and the omnipo
tcncy of law and government.
But, relieved from the bane of
power that formerly went with wealth,
and with his greater freedom and
liberties, it can hardly be said that
the rich man of today has reasons to
be happier than he was in the Middle
Ages. He owes vast duties to the
public. The modern philanthropic
movement has laid heavy burdens
upon him. The ethical writers and
the clergy watch his expenditures
closely, and for his errors he is cen
sured publicly and without mercy.
American fortunes are now the
greatest in the world, and the Ameri
can millionaire is far more interesting
than any other millionaire, because
he faces so many new problems. Our
rich men may be divided Into many
classes. The men who have by their
own efforts mastered millions, and
who go on working with unconquer
able energy, are apt to be looked upon
first as great men of business. Those
who retire after a life of hard work
to do deeds of philanthropy form an
other class.
The most interesting from an ethi
cal standpoint are those who find leis
ure and luxury in their wealth. It is
the member of this latter body—we
know it ordinarily as society—who
faces the unique problem of how, when
and where to spend his money.
In Europe when a man comes of age
and to an inheritance of wealth he
finds settled for him the kind of house
he shall live in. the number of ser
vants and carriages he shall keep, and
the extent to which he shall entertain.
He inherits his duties. His caste is
settled for him and he knows exactly
what is expected of him.
The American has few established
precedents. He must be his own
model. He may have one servant or
50. He may build mansions at New
port or on the Hudson or live quietly
at a hotel. He is at the task of model
ing his own sphere. When the" desire
for display seizes him he builds houses.
The direct personal expenses of the
working American millionaire are of
ten astonishingly small. His greatest
expense is the maintenance of his
great household. This he meets by
handing a blank check book to the
housekeeper. The wives of million
aires are usually free from the worries
of the great establishment, which are
shouldered by a capable and experi
enced woman who receives a big sal
ary. She has charge of the house
and the army of servants and is re
sponsible for every detail in the man
agement of the establishment.
The expenses entailed in running
the home of a modern millionaire are
vast. In many private American man
sions the kitchen, storage rooms and
systems of service are as complete and
extensive as similar departments of a
great hotel. Fortunes are expended in
furnishings, and the annual cost of
table linen alone aggregates thous
ands of dollars. The feminine portion
of a millionaire's family arc almost
invariably "in society," and the ex
penses of entertaining form a vast
amount annually. Money is spent
lavishly on every side and excellent
prices are paid for everything.
The modern Social trust is one of
the most beneficial to mankind and to
trade generally. The love of luxury
grows with wealth, and the fast yachts
and special trains of the millionaire
of today outdo in point of pure enjoy
ment the great equipages of the time
of the Roman Empire.
Notwithstanding all that has been
said against him the American million
aire Is the best type to be found in the
history of wealth. Almost always he
Illustrates the success of hard work.
And what is more important, his mu
nificence and public spirit is some
thing new in the history of the world.
Colleges, schools, hospitals, museums
and libraries owe him much. The
statement that he does only a duty
might be answered by a reference to
his prototypes abroad. Among them
his deeds of charity and philanthropy
are without parallel—Philadelphia
Record.
A jeweler of Humboldt, Neb., Is said
Jo have built for his own use an au
tomobile which weighs but 149 pounds.
FACTS ABOUT ASPHALT.
Where It In Obtained lts Olißln and
Commercial Vac.
The depute between two rival Amer
ican corporations over the possession
of La Felicidad, an asphalt lake in
Venezuela, has caused especial inter
est in what an asphalt lake is like
and how asphalt is mined and shipped
to market. Asphalt, or asphaltum, is
the solid form of bitumen. Bitumen
is a genetic term which is applied
to a variety of substances, ranging
from natural gas, naphtha, petroleum
; and mineral tar to asphalt. The as
| phalts of different localities vary great
! iy in composition, shown by their
| chemical reactions. Nearly all are
| amorpliorus and have the general ap
! pcarance of pitch, melting at about
I the temperature of boiling water. .As
phalt. it is thought by scientists, lias
resulted from the hardening of the
naphtha and petroleum elements,
through oxygenation and evaporation.
One of the most interesting asphalt
beds in the world is the pitch lake in
the state of Bermndez, Venezuela.
This valuable deposit was unknown to
American capitalists until 1888, when
an American engineer, Ambrose How
ard Carner, received a title to the
property from the Venezuelan govern
ment. This he sold to the New York
and Bermiulez company, which is
closely allied to the so-called asphalt
trust, of which General F. V. Greene
is president. The several square miles
which are included in the concession
obtained has in the last 13 years been
steadily improved. The company has
cleared the Maturin river to naviga
tion, so that deep sea craft from all
quarters of the globe can run in from
the Caribbean sea past the British
possession of Trinidad Island and in
land to the docks of the company at
Guanoeo.
The town of Guanoeo is the river
terminus of the Bermudez company's
railroad. Here are hundreds of native
Venezuelans, working under the eye
of an American superintendent. The
raw asphalt is brought from the lake,
five miles distant on flat cars, and
shoveled into the holds of the vessels.
At Guanoeo this operation is much
simpler than at Trinidad, where light
ers are necessary because of the long
shelving beach of the harbor. The
railroad follows an old Indian trail,
which led from the river to the shores
of the pitch lake. The surface of the
lake is so hard that for some distance
from the shore it supports the weight
of a loaded train. As one looks over
the surface of this great deposit he at
first sees nothing of a striking or un
usual nature. He views only a black
plain, resembling anthracite coal, or
flint, upon which are groups of na
tives working with picks and shovels.
Closer examination, however, shows
that portions of the surface are soft
like tar, where the asphalt is sticky
and bubbling. Asphalt is distinguish
able from anthracite not only by its
form, but because it is soluble in bi
sulphide of carbon and benzole. These
pitch pools resemble somewhat the hot
springs of the Yellowstone region.
They slowly cool, and become har
dened after many years. As at Trini
dad, they vary in depth. Some of
them have never been fully sounded,
and are thought by the natives to ex
tend into the bowels of the earth.
Asphalt is used largely in the man
ufacture of cements. It is mixed with
a petroleum residue to render it plas
tic, and is then tempered with one
seventh its weight of sand. It also
forms one of the most durable water
proof materials known. For roofing
purposes it is mixed, while hot, with
fine gravel, or is absorbed by thick
rolls of felt paper.
Asphalt is found in many countries,
in Vera Cruz, Mexico, near the village
of Moloasan. is a mountain largely
composed of asphalt. The deposits
at Seyssel, France, and at Val de
Travers, Switzerland, consist of lime
stone Impregnated with bituminous
matter, which, when heated, crumbles
to a powder. After It has been pound
ed into molds and is cooled it resem
bles the original rock. Over 1000 miles
of the streets of Paris have been sup
plied from these two localities.
Stayed Home Tor Thirty Tears.
Erastus Hall is 65 years of age, and
lives in an old-fashioned dwelling 15
miles west of here, on the Danville
and Springfield turnpike, in Washing
ton county, Ky., and. remarkable as
the statement may seem, he has not
crossed the threshold of his own resi
dence for 35 years, notwithstanding
he had always enjoyed the best of
health. He was horn of wealthy paren
tage and received a substantial acade
mic education. His father was the
owner of a great many slaves before
the war. the most notable of whom
was "Uncle Henry," who still lives
at the old homestead with the seclud
ed son of his former master. Erastus
Hail was a sober, industrious young
man, and taught two or three terms
in the nubile schools of Washington
county.
During the closing days of the civil
war his father and mother both died,
and considerable property was left as
his share of the estate. Among other
property inherited by him was the
old homestead of his mother.—Cincin
nati Enquirer.
Folf-Paylnqr t'ond tic'orn.
A Washington traction company re
ports that its system of allowing the
conductors to retain from their daily
receipts the amount of their daily
salaries, as well as that of their motor
men, is working quite satisfactorily to
the men and the company alike. Each
conductor in making up his daily re
port deducts a sum sufficient, to cover
his own and the motorman's salary,
so that the company is thus relieved
of the expense and trouble of making
up a large pay-roll.