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Fa, as Second-Class Matter, Make aV money orders t c' ecke. etr t pfy bl% to the Tribune I'r n ii<g ompiiny, Limited. PATHETIC LIFE STORY THE DISAPPOINTING CAREER OF FRANCES RAYMOND. Aotreiu und Writer Hat Had a liar] lioad to lrrel —Courted Death and the Curtain 1 1I ou a fcceno o! bulcitle. The final chapter of the pathetic life Etory of Frances Raymond, a woman of rare beauty and undoubted ability who has sought to make a uoc.o ior herself on the stage and in literature and who, after bright prerp .-'j in both fields, had failed, was written last week when she succ rrfaii y courted death. Mrs. Raymond's handsomely attired body was found Sunday in her fastionahie apartments in .Now York i.fter life had b . n extinct several hours as a re lit cf asphyxiation. Frances Raymond was for u brief time in . r life of 22 years an actress. He-' stage career closed in ISO 4 after she had attained a small degree of suc cess and she then devoted her talents to literature. She was possessed of an active, brilliant mind and after three years placed in the hands of publish ers a novel which many critics praised highly. It did not take with the read ing public, however, and her efforts went for naught. Her failure to achieve fame ou the stage or as a writer was most depressing to Mrs. Raymond and Bile became melancholy and morose. The final disappointment which blast ed all her hopes was the unhappy ter mination of a love affair. A young physician who had been devoted to her at the time of her deepest tribula tion and whom Mrs. Raymond loved deeply deserted her and then she ap parently lost all interest In worldly affairs and determined upon death as a release from her trials. Mrs. Raymond had been married and divorced. Her r.amo before she ap peared upon the stage was Mrs. M. Schaffer, she assuming a portion of the name of Franklin Raymond Wal lace, a Montana millionaire, who edu cated her for the stage career and FRANCES''RATMOND. whom she afterwards sued for breach of promise, her suit being unsuccess ful. The life of Mrs. Raymond was one of many adventures, each of which, It seemed, resulted disastrously. Through her whole career ran a vein of romance and, though her affairs of love were few, she was disappointed in each and the last determined her to seek release from earthly care in the seclusion and peace of the grave. UValhington nntl Koiivnr. George Washington and Simon Eoll var were the two great liberators of the Americas. Perhaps no other two great men ever lived whoso achieve ments were to ldentictal, whose strug gles and sufferings were so similar as thef.e two monumental figures In the history of the Western World, says a writer in Success. Washington freed from Great Britain thirteen states, which in less than a century became the most powerful "empire for lib erty" ever known in history; and Bol ivar wrested from Spain fivu republics whose wealth and power, when prop erly developed, are beyond compre hension. The characters of the men were as wide apart as the poles. Wash ington was sedate and of sober judg ment, while Boliver was impulsive, of fiery temper and quick to act. Both, however, were born leaders of men, and both, each In his own way, Inspired the confidence of his followers. Wash ington and Bolivar wars both gifted with "creative" powers, were re- Fourcf ful and possessed the wonderful faculty of drawing material strength from seemingly exhausted sources, of making much out of nothing. AT SEA, ; O fnlr ship lost nt sea Where the gray gulls are winging?! Your white sails seem to signal me; The harbor bells are ringing— "Come home, come home Across the foam, Come home—come home!'* But still to windward and to it*# The storm its shadow Hinging Would drown the sails that signal me Where harbor bells ure ringing— "Come home, come home Across the foam, Come home—come home!" J But nevermore, O lonely shore, I With sea receding—clinging, i Shall my ship's sails wing rocks and gales Where harbor bells are ringing "Come home, come home Across the foam, Come home—come homo!" —F. L. Stanton. I? $ Q liV WILLIAM PIIKSCOTT CORNELL. Q Chicago was in the grasp of bitter cold weather. The temperature hov ered between three and five degrees j below sei;o. The hour was G o'clock, 1 and thousands of clerks and business l and professional men and women were , hurrying through the chilling blasts 110 the warmth of their firesides. There who happened in the vicinity of Washington and Dearborn streets were suddenly ctart'ed by the cry of •fire." The three upper ilooi'3 of the i Mason block were in a blaze, and be ; lore the alarm was turned in the flames wore fast mounting to the reef, while burning brands dropping down the elevator shafts in the rear were kindling new fires on the lower floors. Three blocks to the south was en gine 3's house. The men were scat tered around their quarters, soino playing checkers around the warm stove, while others were preparing | for an early bedtime. Ding, ding, ding—ding, ding, sound ;od the "Joker" bell for box 32. Mar | shal Horan, whose headquarters were | in the same house, took the location I from the running card. "Washington and Dearborn" he yelled as the horses, released automatically from their fas j tening, came running to their places. | Pipenran Pat Egan was one of those | preparing to retire for the night. He I came down the brass pole with a rush, I did his share of the hitching and | flipped the tail end of the hose cart as I it rolled swiftly out in the freezing air. \ The flames could he seen mounting ! high above the roofs of the surround ■ ing blocks. Egan hadn't time even to | don his helmet the corner was j reached. From the west there came with a noisy rattle and clanging gong the ponderous apparatus of Truck G, stop ping abruptly, with brakes hard set, directly in front of the burning build ing. A cry of horror from the crowd al ready assembled caused Plpeman Pat Egan, among others, to look upward. A window on the fifth floor was raised and a man stepped out on the sill. He felt his way cautiously over the nar row, treacherous footing to the next window on the west, and so on until he reached the adjoining building. Then he broke a window and disap peared through it to safety. Scarcely had he performed thi3 feat when a young girl appeared at the raised window. The knowledge that her only safety lay In the same method of escape and the fact that the lire was raging fiercely behind her, un nerved her. She sat down on the nar row stone sill, while the ruddy glare of the flames above, now bursting from every window, revealed a white, frightened face glancing appcalingly from the dizzy height for help. Already Truck G's men were raising their aerial ladder as last as the wind lass would turn. It was Pipeman Egtn's duty to lead out the hose with the men of his company. But he saw another duty before him, and the ex tension had not been run out to its height when he was half way up the ladder, mounting the slippery rungs with the agility of a squirrel. Close I behind him was Marshal Horan. Pipeman Egan reached the top ! rung. To his dismay he found that j the imperilled girl was seven feet i above him. A hoarse groan of an guish rising to his ears, above the ! roar of flames overhead and the din of j battle below, conveyed to him tht j fret that the crowd below had dis | covered the new peril of both. I "Stay where you are, little girl," j he gasped through the thick smoke I which almost enveloped him. "Don't j jump till I tell you. I'll save you somehow." | He made a sweeping motion with ' ills right hand. Truck G's men under j stood the signal. A couple of turns of the windlass and the frail top of I the ladder swung out two feet from I the wall. Then Egan stepped to the j topmost rung and placed his hands against the hot brick wall for support. The smoke nearly choked him. Small flakes of stone chipped off the sills by the. intense heat above him, fell in showers upon n.'s bared head, inflicting tiny cuts from which the blood trickled slowly. One piece larger than the rest cut a deep gash in his head and the blood almost blinded him. He brushed it away with one hand and steadied himself again. Flames now appeared in the window behind the half conscious girl. Her dress had begun to blaze. "Jump toward me," he said hoarse ly, and with a wild, agonizing scream, j the girl launched herself from the window. She fell squarely In those arms and sinews of oak braced against, j the hot wall, which was blistering i Egan's hands. 1 The impact was something f jarful. Pipeman Egan 'staggered for q mo ment The slender ladder top swayed like a rd in a windstorm. He stead ied himself again with his heavy bur den, preparatory to a perilous descent Flames burst from the window where the girl had take.-, refuge and scorched his face. Her burning dress was scorching his body through his thick flannel shirt Marshal Horan was close behind him. "Hold on her, Pat," he said. Pipeman Egan was too choked to answer. The girl had fainted in his arms, and it took all of his strength to keep from falling 75 feet to the ground. Marshal Horan seized him by the right leg. "Step down, Pat," he said, "I'll steady you." As carefully as a mother teaching her babe to walk, the marshal put Egan's foot on tho rung below. Ho did the same with the left foot. Slow ly they crept down in this manner until Egan's hands could grasp the ladder's sides. Then tho descent was quicker. A spray nozzle was turned on thom as they reached the foot of the ladder which cooled Egan's burns and extinguished the girl's blazing dress. Not until he reached the hastily summoned ambulance did Egan re linquish his burden, and, placing his charge in the basket stretcher, he turned to his superior officer, and sa luting asked permission to have his in juries attended to. His hair anil mus tache were burned off close. Blood from the numerous cuts on his head had trickled over his face, giving him a frightful appearance. His hands were badly burned and he complained of severe pains in his chest, resulting from inhaling hot air. Citizens broke through the police lines to grasp his hands, but were caught and thrust back by stalwart bluecoats. Unaided, ho went to the nearest doctor's office for relief, I met the grizzled old chief an hour or so later. "Pretty brave act of Pipeman Egan," 1 ventured to suggest. "Yes," sententiously replied the vet eran fireman, through the icicles which had formed ou his whiskers. "Lieutenant Egan is a brave fellow." —National Magazine. QUEEN'S COFFIN WAS TOO BIC. Connliirniilion When It W'ouM Not Fit In the SiftrcophiiKtie at Frogmoi-e. The sudden intractability of the ar tilery horses at Windsor station was not the only, hitch in connection with the funeral of Queen Victoria. There was another and even more awkward one in the mausoleum at Frogmore. The contretemps did not occur un der tho public eye, and was kept a pro found secret by the court officials and the few workmen who were cognizant of it, but in the neighborhood of Wind sor it has now leaked out that the late Queen's coffin was made too large for the granite sarcophagus in which it was intended to be placed. The mis take was discovered only on the night on whicn the remains arrived at Wind sor Castle. The measurements then taken showed that the coffin was six or eight inches higher than the re ceptacle in which the Prince Consort's remains rested, and in which a space was provided for the Queen's body. The discovery created consternation among the court officials hnd employes at Windsor. Orders were at once given to make an attempt to despen the sar cophagus, and stcne-liewers were oc cupied at this work in relays all night. Not being accustomed to work in so hard a substance as granite, and the space bring exceedingly circumscribed by the Prince Consort's coffin, little progress was made. There was also the danger of splitting the sides of the sarcophagus. When the granite re ceptacle had been hollowed out to the utmost extent that was considered safe it was found that the top of the Queen's coffin would still be six inches above tho top, and that consequently it would be impossible to close the sar cophagus. In this emergency it was decided, as a temporary expedient, to have slips of wood made, six inches deep, painted to represent granite, and placed on the upper edge of the casket. On thesi temporary supports the massive gran ite lid was laid. The plan of using the' wooden extensions and lowering the lid on them was tried before the coffin reached the mausoleum, and the ar rangements were so well made and so carefully carried out that those who otood around the sarcophagus at what was supposed to be the final scene of the closing of the casket were not aware of the hitch. Since then, it is understood, heavy mouldings of granits, from the same quarry in Aberdeenshire from which the stones l'or the sarcophagus were hewn over 30 years ago, have been ordered by the King. These additions to the sarcophagus have been shaped and polished and when completed they will be fixed into the casket, which will then be permanently sealed. It will consequently stand six inches higher than it did originally.—-New York Sun, Slie Dili Not Go. The following is an exact copy of a letter received by a young lady who wished to spend a holiday in a small country town, and advertised for a room: "Dear Miss—We think we kin sute you with room and bord, if you prefer to be whore there is musick. I play the flddell, my wife the orgin, my dot tcr Jule the akorilion, my dotter Mary tho bango, my son Hen the gittar, my son Jim the fioot and kornet, and my son Clem the base drum, while all of us sings hims, In which we would be glad to have ycu take part, both vocal or instrumental, If you play on any thing. We play by oar, an' when we all git started there is real musick in the air. Let us know if you want to ccmo hero to bord."—Tit-Bits. BIC TOAD AND BIG WORM. j file Former Won tlie Strnccle Through u Truly Strango .MtiVf. Some poople out I'ontlac way saw a very fumiy thing one evening last summer. There had been a hard rain for two or three days and the. earth -forms had come up to the surface, as they always do at such times. Crawling along on the,, beaten path r.-as what might have been the grand father of all angleworms. Ho was old and tough and big, and, moreover, as will appear later, he was brainy— I for an angleworm. It seemed when ho stretched himself ouc to his full length as though he must be a foot long, and as big around as one's little linger. Just then the bright eyes of a mon •ter toad caught sight of the snake-like worm, and their owner opened the at tack with a good deal of confidence, and an air that indicated that the ne gotiation of big angleworms was the tne thing he understood. Never was a toad more sadly disappointed. He apparently thought he could swallow a foot of angleworm as easily as he could a fly. He began at one end of the worm, and got a pretty fair start before the worm appreciated his posi tion; then he began to squirm and wiggle, and before the toad realized it the worm was again on the ground and crawling away. Hut ho didn't get far. The big toad returned with a "do or die" air, and the performance was repeated. It was evident that the angleworm was too big a mouthful for the toad— that is, it was evident to every one but the toad. Over and over he tried to swallow his victim, but he couldn't gulp the big worm all at once, and as soon as he had an inch or two of worm safely stored away he had to let go and get a fresh hold. He couldn't do 1 this so quickly but that the worm | 1 would squirm out. It was like the i frog in the well who climbed up one foot and fell back two. The worm [ seemed made of India rubber, and it looked much to the bystanders as | though it would escape. Bets were | made on the result, and the worm was j a hot favorite. But the bettors failed j to appreciate the resources of a hun gry toad. The struggle had been go- , ing on, nip and tuck, for some twenty minutes. Both combatants were as fresh as when they started, though the worm showed the best staying quali ties. The toad was getting Impatient, and once or twice showed signs of los ing his head; but on the whole he maintained an apparently hopeless contest that gave his friends some cheer. One sweet girl even went so far as to bet chocolates to gloves that the nasty toad would devour the hor rid worm. In the next round the worm was an easy winner, and the sweet girl tried to hedge. Right here the toad tumbled to him self and took time to plan the strategy of his next move. If a toad ever thinks that one did. The air with which he returned to the attack en couraged the chocolate girl, and she was rash enough to offer to double the bet. The toad didn't give away his plan at first, but tackled his stunt in the same old fool way he had been trying all along, but this time he man aged to fairly get a hold on his vic tim and swallow a bit of him. The worm's friend called It a foul tackle. Right here the toad showed what man ner of toad he was. His difficulty all along had been that of the man who held the bear by the tail—he didn't dare to let go to get a fresh hold. Holding the section of the worm he had by his teeth, or what answers for a toad's teeth, he reached up with his paw and gripped his own throat and with it the end of the worm he had begun to swallow. Holding it fast he caught another grip with his teeth and stowed away another half inch or more of struggling angleworm. The worm fought well, but it was no use. The superior brain and strategy of the toad would surely win. The worm still wiggled bravely and scored some minor successes, but in the end tin- last of that worm disappeared within the Jaws of the toad, and the spectators tried to decide whether the sweet girl would have paid had she .lost.—Detroit Free Press. Beady For a Promotion. A man with an armful of second hand selioolbooks hoarded a Four teenth street car the other evening. "Why, hello there, Jim," said Ills seat-mate, turning around and looking him over. "Haven't seen you for a dog s age. Married and settled down and fetching up a family, eh?" "Nope, I'm not married," replied the man with the armful of selioolbooks. "What put that into your head?" "Why," replied his seat mate, "that bunch of arithmetics and spelling 1 books and geographies and " "Oil, those," replied the man with the armful of selioolbooks, wearily. "They're no sign I'm married and I've got a family. Just bought 'cm a while ago so's I can dope up for my exam ination for promotion from the 5720 to the gilOO class, that's all."—Washing ton Post. A SoulloHfl Community. A clergyman, jus;: ariTlved at the locality of his first call, met at tho railway station a. boyhood acquaint ance whom ho had not met since they were playmates together in a remote ' town. After a handshake and mutual expressions of pleasure at the unex pected meeting the newly-found friend 1 exclaimed: "But, say! What on earth are yon doing in ibis part of the world?" "Me?" enthusiastically replied the ecciesinst, "I have coma here to save souls." ''You have, oh?" was the response. ""Well, let nio tell you I've been long enough In tills town to know that you've strr.ci: a siupeuro."— Boston Courier. THS Effi!©T& Of PASH'ON. ' NtW York City.—Russian stylls have t Marcellino Glace. taken an accepted place and bid fair to continue their popularity for many months. The tasteful yet simple May ~~j'" BCSSIAN WAIST. Jlanton waist illustrated exemplifies one of the best forms and is in every Way desirable. The model is a Beatrice cloth. In a soft pastel shade of tail, with bands of white covered with rows of machine stitching, but the Style is equally appropriate for French flannel, Henrietta, albatross and the like, and for taffeta and other waist silks, ns well as for cotton, cheviot, Madras and linen; but when made ROUXD from washable materials should be Unliqed. The foundation Is a fitted lining that closes at the centre front, and upon which the waist proper is arranged. The back of the waist is plain across the shoulders, and has the fulness drawn down at the waist line. The fronts show no fulness at the upper portion, but are arranged in guthers at the waist line and blouse slightly at the centre. The right side laps well over the left and is held In place by Invisible fastenings of small hooks and loops. The sleeves are in bishop style, finished at the wrists by straight cuffs, the pointed ends of which lap over the straight At the neck is a deep standing collar, that is pointed at one end to match the cuffs, and closes slightly to the left of the cen tre. To cut this waist for a woman of medium size four yards of material twenty-one inches wide, three and a half yards twenty-seven inches wide, two and a half yards thirty-two inches wide, or two and one-eight yards for ty-four inches wide, will be required. Woman's Round Yoke Wrapper. No woman likes to bo without a slm pie, tasteful morning gown that can be slipped 0:1 with ease. The excel lent May Mautou model given amply fills the need and Is essentially com fortable at the same time tiiat It pre sents a dainty and attractive appear ance. The material from which the original is made is white lawn with figures of old blue, and the trimming stitched bands of plain blue on white; but the entire range of washable cot ton materials, as well as simple light weight wools, are appropriate. The back is graceful and shapely and Includes becoming fulness below the deep round yoke. The fronts arc simply gathered and arranged over the lining, or seamed to the yoke when this last is omitted. TWe sleeves are In bishop style and comfortable as well as fashionable. To cut this wrapper for a woman of medium size, ten and a half yards of material thirty-two inches wide, or six and a half yards forty-four inches Wide, will be required. A serious rival to silken gauze, Lib erty silk and chiffon, sheer tissues In great favor, is the new silken fabric offered for use as emplacements, yokes and chemisettes. It is almost as ten der and soft as mull, but has a lus trous sheen, with glistening surface. This proves immensely becoming to the majority of women. It smartens up a toilet which would otherwise be fk a dull black. The new silk is used as * a chemisette, and also for undersleeves when such are worn. Slender young girls wear folded belts of the same glistening material. It is as cool as sea foam in appearance. A Stunning I>ust Clonk, Batiste seems an odd material for a ' A dust cloak, but it is correct for a wrap in warm weather and on smart occa sions. Each of these delicate garments has a collar of colored silk or prune satin. Pomegranate pink, turquoise blue, orange, copper red are some of the tints chosen. Wide silk mohair is the material of a smart dust cloak in tended to be worn on a coaching expe dition. It has a smart collar of mossy green silk, with a very heavy rib, and has turued-up cuffs of the same. The Entitlements of n Bolero. A modish bolero is extended down ward in front in "battlement" tabs. It can then be out up sharply under the arms, for the lon# front aspect is se cured. The battlement tabs are now preferred to a rounded or ovoid iinish. Boys' Shirt "Waist. The strongly-made, well-fitted shirt waist that can be relied upon to with stand the typical boy's wear is a gar ment that is always in demand. Tbe advantage of home-making is to bo found in the opportunity to select the best material and to secure a perfect lit. The May Muutou model Illus trated can be relied upon to be correct in every detail, and to give certain , satisfaction. As shown it is of per- '*■ calc, white with strips of blue, but the same material in different colors and in figures, as well as stripes, is correct, and both Madras and cheviot are also fashionable materials, while outing and Scotch flannels are, much lilted for morning wear. The fronts of the waist are laid in straight tucks at each side of the cen tre box pleats, and the back is laid in three straight box pleats, so insuring simple and perfect laundering. The sleeves are In regulation shirt style, with stiff cuffs of the latest decreed width. The neck is finished with a baud to which the turn-over eollnr is attached by studs or buttons and but tonholes. The shoulder seams are cov ered and stayed with appllquod bauds stitched on each edge, and stitched on at the waist is a belt, to which button* are sewn to support the trousers. . t To cut this shirt waist for a boy j & | EOl'S' SHIRT WAIST. eight years of age three yards of ma- . terlal twenty-seven inches wide, or two and a half yards thirty-two inches wide, will he required. >
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