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Tennessee has a law prohibiting the employment of children under 14 years of age in factories, mines and shops. Un|cle Sam has a foothold in Japan. That country has just executed a lease in perpetuity for the site of the new American hospital at Yokohama. There is a German movement against pessimism. A society has been formed to look for the real things in art. science, literature and life, and inspire people with the joy of free dom. The succession to the Italian crown is governed by the Salic law. Hence the newly born daughter of the Ital ian King cannot inherit it. It must follow the male line. The Salic law prevails in Austria and Russia as well as In Italy. Cattlemen in Greenwood county, Kansas, are making hard times for lawyers. They have established a system of arbitrating differences. Three men are chosen as an arbitra tion committee. They investigate the trouble and make a decision, which is final. A fuss involving SOO,OOO was settled in Eureka the other day by an irbitration committee. Consul Mahln, of Reiclmnberg, in n communication to the state depart ment at Washington, rays that a Belgian engineer 1:1;s discovered a method by which smoke can be turned into light. The inventor collects the smoke from any kind of fire and forces it into a receiver. It is then saturated with hydro-carburet and a brilliant light results. The disciples of Isaak Walton will be interested in knowing that the dolphin is credited with a speed of considerably over 20 miles an hour. For short distances the salmon can outstrip any other fish, accomplishing its 25 miles an hour with oa&o. The Spanish mackerel is one of the fast est of food fishes, and cuts the water like a yacht. Predatory fish are gen erally the fastest swimmers. London is a variable term; Its boundaries being different for differ ent administrative bodies. "Greater , London," the district under the Metro politan and City Police, has a popula tion of C,578,784 according to the new census, an increase of 961,552 since 1891. The district i 3 made up by adding to the London of the ad ministrative county, 17 populous sub urbs which between them have 2,042,750 inhabitants. Parsee Maharajah, mill-owner, mil lionaire and philanthropist—Sir Din sliaw Manockjee Petit —has just died in western India and his name and memory deserve to bo perpetuated. He spent a large part of his fortune in the establishment of hospitals and in the erection of drinking fountains in tho cities of his native country. The sick and women, without respect to sect or race, an! dumb brutes were his special beneficiaries. Chinese Take to Cigarettes. In the Foreign Office report on the trade of Chefoo (Northern China) for the year 1000, which has just been is sued, a rather novel item appears in tho shape of tho import of aerated waters to tho value of SIO,OOO, and cigars anil cigarettes to the value of nearly $50,000. Large quantities of these luxuries found their way to the north for the use of the foreign troops. The ordinary native looks with a cer tain amount of awe on a bottle of ex plosive water, and does not indulge. Cigarettes, however, art* now to be ' found on every hawker's stall. They are largely made in Shanghai from American tobacco. The pictures of female beauty enclosed in each packet enjoy much favor, and they have beer -een adorning the stand of a vendor of religious articles at the dour of a native place of worship. FROM SUFFERING. The most beautiful songs that ever were sung, The noblest words that ever wore spo ken, Have been from sorrow and suffering wrung, From human lives henrt-broken. The harp is meaningless ami dumb Till the strings ure strained; then the pure notes come. —Home Magazine. | Sir Jasper's Generosity, j The band was playing "A Summer Night' in Munich." Out on the terrace colored lights hung like globes of Are, and seats, cunningly placed in se cluded corners, invited reposo to the dancers. There, in the quivering moon light, stood Rosc-mary Maitland. Her companion looked at the sweet face half turned away from him. Presently he spoke. "It may be a long, long time," ho said, softly. And the music died away into a distant echo—it seemed of pain. "Will you spare a thought for me sometimes?" "I shall often think of you," she answered simply. "Will you give me a flower?" he said, and turned to the flower-border, fllled with quaint, old-fashioned plants —lavender, "boy's love," "balm" and a hoit of others. "What would you like?" she asked. And then with a sudden Impulse she picked off a piece of an old-fashioned plant, and offereu it to him. "There's rosemary, for remem brance," she said, a little unsteadily. And as Jim Duncan took the little pungent-smelling sprig he kept the hund In his. Surely the hour was come! "Rosemary." he said; "Rosemary, will you remember me? I love you. Darling, won't you cpeak to me?" "What do you want mo to say?" she whispered, and the light in her sweet blue eyes was quite enough for Jim Duncan, for he took her in his strong arms, and murmured all those sweet things which come with all the force of first love. "It may be only a year," he said, "or it may be longer. Can you wait so long, Rosemary?" Her answer, spoken softly enough, was distinctly "Yes." I shall keep this, he snid, putting the little green sprig carefully away in Ills pocket. "And when I am lar away, darling, that will tell me of 'Rose mary' for remembrance. "Rosemary! Rosemary! Where are you, child?" A tall, dark-eyed woman stood be side them, her sheeny satin train sweping over the gross, diamonds glit tering in her hair. "We are going now, dear," she said, looking keenly at Rosemary. "Ah, is that you, Mr. Duncan? So you are really going abroad?" "Yes, for a year; I hope not more. I shall hope to come and see you bo fore we sail, Mrs. -iaitland." "We should ha% been delighted to see you," she said, "but I am afraid we leave town tomorrow for the country. Como, Rosemary." She swept away, followed by her daughter; and as they stood in the brilliantly lighted hall, Jim found time to whisper a last good-bye in Rose mary's ear. "Good-bye, darling!" he whispered, as he put her soft, furry cloak over her shoulders. "I shall write to the colonel and you. too. Tell ine that you love me, dearest." "You know I do, Jim." Mrs. Maitland glanced curiously at her daughter as she sat still and si lent In the corner of the brougham. "Silly child! she reflected. "Thank heaven, I was in time to nip the thing in the bud." She said t.othing, however, to Rose mary on the subject and they parted in silence. It was a week later. Rosemary still watched feverishly for the postman, happily unconscious of the fact that Mrs. Maitland had had also a deep interest in the post-box and its contents, for one morning she had, on carefully examining the post box, selected two letters, one ad dressed to Col. Maitland and the other to Rosemary. These she put in her pocket for further examination, after wlnle they found a last resting placo in the fire. "H'm! Troops sailed yesterday for the Cape," observed the colonel one morning at breakfast. "Hallo! Young Duncan went out, I see. Bid you know he was going, Grace?" Mrs. Maitland opened the Morning Post indifferently. "Young Duncan? Yes. I knew he was off very soon. Rosemary, you are pouring the cream into the sugar ba sin." Rosemary murmured something vaguely about the heat and escaped into the garden, while Mrs. Maitland proceeded to enlighten her worthy husband on the subject, wisely omit ting. however, tho episode of the burnt lotters. "Well, my dear, Jim Duncan Is a very nice young fellow," he ventured to say, "and if the child likes him—" "Really, George, you Eire quite ab surd! Why, the boy has scarcely enough to keep himself. Besides you know. Sir Jasper Carew is only wait ing for a little encouragement to come to the point." Time passed—time which waits for no man—and as each day slipped by, and not a word cam? from across the sea. Rosemary grow more and nil re hopeless. Che won forgotten. And tho sprig of rosemary was doubtless lying unheeded in th lire, or had f.oatcd away in the rolling waves. The June sun beat down fiercely on the green meadows of Padstow court as Rosemary walked slowly down the avenue to meet the postman. He gave her one leter—a thin, foreign letter, with a blurred-looking postmark. Had It come at last? With trembling fin gers she tore it open. There lay, dry and discolored, a sprig of rosemary. A mute reproach. "Dear Miss Maitland," the letter ran—"My dear old chum Jim Duncan asks me to write these few lines, which he cannot write himself. His hours are numbered, and, stricken with fever, he has not long .o live. He begs to enclose the sprig of rosemary, and to remind you—though without reproach —that it was given for remembrance. He has never forgotten you. I am, yours sincerely, Rupert Moore." A little gasping sob escaped her lips. He was ill—dying—dead! What did he mean by reminding her of the rosemary for remembrance? He had not remembered —and now? With vacant, aching eyes she looked again at the little withered spring and took her way homeward. In the hall Mrs. Maitland met her, and in horror at the sight of the white, agonized face, she exclaimed: "Rosemary! What is it?" The girl held out the letter with shaking fingers. "Don't speak to me!" she said, hoarsely. "I can't bear it yet. Moth er"—with a wild cry—"mother, my heart is broken." It was a year later. Time, the great healer, had laid a gentle hand on Rosemary's wild sor row, hushing it to rest, soothing the dull agony. Still, there lay In a little drawer of her bureau that envelop, with its sprig of faded rosemary, and the faint odor never failed to bring back the old, sad memories. Sir Jasper Carew was very tender in his honest devotion. One day ha told her of his love; very gently, very tenderly, all the devotion, silent and strong, of years' growth he laid at her feet. "I have always loved you, dear," he said. "Is there no hope for me at all?" Rosemary looked away Into the sun shiny garden regretfully. "Listen to me first before I answer your question," she said, softly: "I know I can trust you, and I should like to tell you all. There was—some one else —and he went away. I never heard anything of him till last year, when —one day—l heard from a friend of his —that ho was dying—dead. I thought he had forgotten me—but —he had not. I loved him —and I can never love in the same way again. But—" She paused, and Jasper took her hands in his. "Rosemary," he said, and his voice trembled, "Rosemary, I can be content' with a very little love, If you will only let me take care of you. Will you be my wife?" Rosemary looked at him steadily. "If you can be content," she said softly, "I will do my best to make you happy." It was a strange, an almost pathetic, wooing, but Jasjer Carew felt amply rewarded for Ills years of faitlTTul de votion and patient waiting. It was September when they were all at Padstow Court again. The wed ding was to take place in December, and Mrs. Maitland, quite in her ele ment, was very busy arranging all those huudrcd and one details which must attend the marriage of an only daughter. Jasper felt that his cup of happiness was full to the brim as he and Rose mary sauntered slowly homeward one glorious evening. Passing along a green lane they heard footsteps behind them, and a voice at their side said, courteously: "Could you kindly tell me the near est way to PaJstow Court?" They turned and faced the speaker. At the sight of him Rosemary stag gered back, pale to the very lips, while he started forward with a cry: "Rosemary:" "Jim!" With all the deadly rapidity of a flash of lightning Jasper Carew real ized what had happened, and he saw at once that all his dreams of future hap piness were at' an end. He turned away for a moment, for at first the sight of his (alas! his 110 longer) Rose mary lying sobbing in Jim's arms was too much for him to witness, till at last Rosemary remembered all, and she turned pleadingly to Jasper. "Jasper," she pleaded, "Jasper, for give mo —forgive me!" "Dear," he said hoarsely, "I see it all. And now" —he turned to Jim and held out his hand—"welcome home, Duncan," ho said. "You see, I know who you are. Rosemary, you can do one thing for me: make him happy." "Uod uess you!" said Jim, as he wrung his hand. "I can never repay you for this act of more than generos ity." "Take her in." said Ja-sper. abruptly, glancing at Rosemary. "Wo shall meet again presently." He left them abruptly, and the lov ers, left alone, found time for mutual explanations. Jim had almost mirac ulously recovered. And, having been sent up country, had been detained abroad for some time longer. "Rosemary," he said, "you never an swered my letters." "Letters?" she ochoed. "I got none, nnd I thought you had forgotten me." Matters thus arranged, by Sir Jas per's special wisa the marriage was not delayed, and the only alteration was that he took the place of the "best man" at his own request. Mrs. Maitland was eore'y annoyed at this change, hut at the special Intervention cf Providence, as the colonel called It, she could say nothing, though Jim guessed that she had had a baud In the disappearance or non-uelivery cf those letters.—Woman's Life. A Paris newspaper announces the Invention of an instrument called the topophone, which registers sounds too faint for human hearing, anil which will enable navigators to determine the exact position of other vessels In a fog. - f One of the simplest, cheapest and best sterilizers is sunshine, and it is Important to allow as much sun in a sick room ns possible. The same rule is applicable to the rooms pf healthy people. The good effects of "sun bathing" In the treatment of con valescents Is ample proof of the utili ty of the rays of the sun for therapeu tic purposes. One of the professors at the Pasteur Institute In Paris has discovered a microbe that breeds a pestilence among rats. Specimens of It liave been tested on farms and In warehouses with success. In one-half the cases the whole colony of rats were de stroyed; In other cases, the number was greatly reduced. Thus science will take the place of nature, and the occupation of the cats will he gone. An Instance of the transformation by scientific means of a deleterious Into a useful substance Is furnished by n process recently Invented In Germany, In connection with the manufacture of superphosphate fer tilizer where apatite is used. The large volumes of hydrofluoric acid that are given off seriously contaminate the atmosphere, but by the new pro cess these gases are recovered in the form of fluosilicic acid, which is used in the manufacture of artificial stone for hurdeniug soft limestone and sand stone, and for other purposes. Under certain conditions there may bo seen In the night sky, exactly op posite to the place where the sun may then be, a faint light, rounded In out line, to which the name "gegenseliieu" has been given. It has always been a mystery to astronomers, hut Pro fessor Pickering lias suggested that it may bo a cometary or meteoric satel lite of the earth. He thinks it may ho composed of a cloud of meteors, 1,000,- 000 miles from the earth, and revolv ing around it in a period of just one solar year, so that the sun and the ghostly satellite are always on oppo site sides of the earth. Professor Standfuss, of Zurich, has been studying the effects of solar heat and temperature on butterflies. More than forty thousand butterflies were subjected to close examination. Some degrees more or less change the nature anil looks so much that tbey take ou every appearance of having been bom In a warmer or colder climate. On one occasion, it being very cold in Switzer land, a butterfly common there sud denly began to look like a butterfly from Lapland. Others subjected to a higher solar temperature changed and looked like butterflies from Corsico or Syria. The experiments, which are to he continued, led to the production of butterflies of an entirely new type, some being of a very beautiful de scription. Soda as Flro Kxtluxuishcr, "Druggists generally realize the value of soda fountains in extinguish ing tiros," said Chief Musham, of Chi cago, the other day to an Inter-Ocean reporter. "They have not, however, carried the idea very far. If each drug store which has a fountain were sup plied with a slender line of hose, which could be attached, many small fires which afterwards grow to largo hues could he extinguished promptly. An average soda fountain can force a small stream of water ten or twelve feet. It carries a pressure of 125 to ISO pounds, which is enough for fire extinguishing purposes. "Many an incipient blaze has been extinguished by the use of a soda siphon. The great polut is to get at the flames at the beginning. If hose were provided, with attachments by which it could be coupled to the foun tain, a saving of thousands of dollars la small fires could bo effected each year." Amusement of Boer Frlponers, The Boer prisoners at St. Helena amuse themselves lu many ways. Tbey are very fond of cricket and football. They have a recreation hall, in which their musical club frequently gives concerts. They have among them a musical composer named Schumann, who claims to be a collateral descend ant of the great composer. He has written a Boer hymn since his captivi ty. There are many tradesmen among them, and they are constantly encour aged to ply their trades. Tlicy carve napkin rings from beef bones, and make fine walking sticks, for which they are granted material from the Government forests.—The Photograph ic Times. "Thackerny Street." Another new Kensington street flame, says the Loudon Chronicle, has literary interest. The improved street between Charles street anil Kensing ton Square has been named Thackeray street, in honor of the author of "Vani ty Fair," who lived for eight or nlue years in Onslow Square, close by. At the house which lie had built for himself at No. 2 l'alaee Green, Ken sington, ho died on Christmas Eve, lfiOfl. Apparently there Is no other street in London hearing hja name, though a large temperance hotel 12 the Bloomsbury district has been named the Thackeray, and bits been followed by a Kingslcy. COVERNOR EYRE STILL ALIVE,' His Great Journey Through the Almost Impenetrable Australian Desert. The death of Commander Brand, Just announced from Bath, will not be noticed saved by those who knew him, but his decease reminds its of one of the most stirring events in the history of tlie Last fifty years. Commander Brand figured in the Jamaica rebel lion, as commander of tbe Onyx. Gov ernor Eyre still lives in a quiet coun try house in Devon. His name is un familiar to tlie present generation, but there are many people now alivo who remember when it was in every news paper in the world. The world rang in the early 'oo's with the name of Edward John Eyre. He had become Governor of Jamaica in 1802, and soon after the negroes began to agitato for reform. They may have been right or wrong, but every humhne man must deplore tlie terrible sequeL The suppression of tbe Jamaica riots Is horrible reading, even now. Four hundred negroes were executed, six hundred were flogged, a thousand bonses were burned to the ground, and at tho end of it all Governor Eyre was recalled. England was divided into two camps. John Stuart Mill could not rost until Eyre had been tried for murder. Carlyle and Charles Kings ley ot up a defence fund, and tho Gov ernor was acquitted. A year or two afterward, when the excitement had <nbslded, Fnrllament refunded tho ex- Governor the cost of tho trial and pensioned liira for life. And to-dny, strong and well at eighty-five, he en joys his pension far from tho madding crowd. Jamaica is not tbe only scene of Governor Eyre's activity. He has faced all the perils of the Australian desert Nobody bad ever penotrated tho depths of the desert when Edward John Eyre, the Yorkshire clergyman's son, who had set up us a sheep farm er on the I.ower Murray Blver, made up his mind to leave his sheep and make discoveries. Sixty years ago, in 1840, the Government of Australia selected him to lead five Europeans and three natives into tho Interior. The Journey proved to be impossible, and the party turned back after find ing two lakes which had never been known before. Again Eyre set out; he determined to reach West Australia by tbe coast Tiiat dreary stretch of a thousand miles was a quite untrodden path when the Victorinn era began, and it was Edward John Eyre who told U3 what we know of it to-day. It is a long and painful story—a story of tragedy and horror, lit up with bright gleams of heroism; a story of pathos and treachery, and peril. Again and again Eyre and his four oompauions —Baxter and three blacks—were face to face with death by starvation; tkey bad killed their very horses, which they had loved as friends In solitude. Baxter pleaded to be taken back, but Eyre went on, and one night he came to his hut to find Baxter murdered and two of tlie blacks gone. Ee was alone in an unknown desort with a black boy as his only companion and a dead Englishman whoso murderers had escaped. With tho aid of his faithful servant he laid the body of tho Englishman in a blanket on the rocky ground; to dig a grave was impossible. Then, leav ing the dead lietween tlie desert and the sea, the two went on and on. King George's Sound was reached at lust, and a French whaler lay oft' tho coast. It was heaven to the weary travelers, and for eleven days they rested and lived on decent food Three weeks more took thorn to Albany, and from Albany they reach* 1 Adelaide again by tlio sen. Such was the end of one of the most perilous exploring feats on record. Ed ward John Eyre and the boy Wylie, ivlioso name should be set down among tlie heroes, were tlie first human be ings to set foot ou a thousand miles of our empire at the other side of the world. For twelve months they were unheard of, and when they emerged from tlio desert to tell their stories to the world, they were not quite the same men who had left Spencer's Gulf tho year before. They had passed through twelve months of agony al most unrelieved. But they had added one more page to the book of human knowledge, and it is for this that the world owes some gratitude to the brave old man who is living quietly down in Devonshire to-day.—St, James's Gazette. ' Tlie Cinematograph Foretold. Tlie Photographic Chronicle recalls the fact that over forty years ago Sir John Herschel predicted animated photography. "What I have to pro pose," he wrote in ISGO, "may appear a dream, but it has the merit of being a possible and perhaps a realizable one. It is the stereoscopic represen tation of scenes in action—a buttle, a debate, a public solemnity, a pugilis tic conflict, a harvest home, a launch, anything within a reasonably short time which may be seen from a single point of view." All that Sir John demanded was to be able to take a photograph in the tenth of a second. Ilis dream is real ized in the cinematograph, for which the tenth of a second would be unnec essarily long. The provision was noteworthy, even for so clear sighted a man as the younger llerscheb. Glass l'uvlng Stones. Tbcy have begun to pave the streets of Faris with glass, and it Is found that the substance, while practically indestructible, Is admirably suited to the feet of both man and beasts; and, as it neither hclds nor makes any dirt, it Is absurdly easy to clean. Its only fault is that It somewhat Increases tho uolse of the traffic, but even this might, by aud by, be overcome, i POVERTY OF ENGLISH CLERCYMEN Many of the Reneftoen Said to Bo Worth Less Than 8750 a Year. ' Tlie lot of tlio clergy In the Church of England to-day Is said to be so wretched that even younger sous have given up the enreer which for so many years was looked upon as their chief resource. It may easily be understood that this calling has ceased to appeal to them when the fact is known that out of about 14,000 benefices In the church more thau 7000 are worth less than $750 a year, and that nearly all of them are decreasing In value. About 1500 benefieies are worth only SSOO a year and less than $250 annu ally Is tlie return from 300 livings which have been recently described as more nearly "starvings" to the unfor tunates who are assigned to them. In yj the UloceEe of Petereborough there are sixty-one livings that are worth no more than $225 a year and this is not yet the worst as there arc In New- , castle benefices that are valued at only ' $125 a year. The wives of the clergymen in these parishes are, of course, unable to em ploy servants, and all the drudgery ot"\ housework falls on their shoulders. The luxury of meat is denied to them except on alternate days, and their children—of whom the number Is nl ways in inverse ratio to the amount of the living—nre prepared by educa tion in the elementary schools, or by the teaching their parents can give tbem at odd times for their descent to a lower social sphere. These clergy men as a rule come from good coun try families. Their wives nre from the same class and are in few cases fitted by their training for a life of drudgery and hard work. The actual return from these livings Is frequently much less than the figures quoted here since their value is dependent on the price of corn ntid this has declined until in many cases JP what used to be a living worth SSOO is now in reality not worth more than two-thirds of that sum. Various exactions make life hard for the rector who Is trying to strug gle along on the meagre incomes men tioned here. If his predecessor hap pened to be a man of private means and chose to enlarge the rectory by the addition of wings or drawing 4-ooms, the poor incumbent must lcecp all this up; and the Bishop's chapter, who re ceive fees from tlio rector and not from the Bishop for their work, are careful to see that the church and the rectory are kept in condition. There is thought to be no hope of improve ment In the lot of the priest so long as tiie representation of this body is so small in the synods of the churcli in which tlio Bishopa are represented by eight out of ten delegates. It Is to this injustice that most of the present evil is attributed and the remedy is expected to come from the lack of can didates for holy orders. They are . decreasing so rapidly in number that " it will soon be a problem to find enough to fill the vacancies made by denth. No greater evidence of the present miseries could be found than the fact that the over supply of clergy of a few years ago threatens to be come a memory and bo followed by an absolutely scarcity.—New York Suu. absolute scarcity.—New York Sun. A Baby Cnnavy'B Music I.t'Hson. In the account of a pair of canaries and their offspring, which is published in the Ladles' Home Journal, Florence Morse Klngsley tells how the oldest baby bird, as soon as he learned to Butter from one perch to another and to reach for a seed and crack it, was put into a cage by himself and hung out on the veranda near the father bird, who was named Wee Willie Win kle, and was a stqierb singer. Then the baby bird's education began. First, lie learned to Jump fearlessly into his china bathtub and flutter his wings j and get himself gloriously wet. Just as father did. Next, ho cuddled himself into a delightfully comfortable little bunoli on his perch and listened at tentively whije Wee Willie Winkle sung his wonderful song. The second week we heard a funny, sweet little chirping and gurgling. It was the young canary; he had begun to study his profession !u earnest. Hour after hour the little fellow practiced, happi ly and patiently. One day he trilled a little trill, and the next day he had learned three new gurgles, and the day aftcjr that he wove the trill and the gurgles together and added a longer trill on a higher key. In three weeks' time we were asking, "is it Wee Willie Winkie who is singing, or the baby';" Nut baucufecß. Vegetarians have been attending the annual congress of their Federal Union at the Memorial Hall, Furring-*, don street, London, and hoping for- I vently for the reclamation of the car nlvorous millions outside. In accord ance with the custom at these annual gatherings, there was an exhibition of preparations from which every ves tige of the hateful meat was rigorous ly excluded. A hardened unbeliever who visited the exhibition was a little astonished to discover at one of the stalls a plate of what looked like cutlets. It was reassuring, however, to learn that they were absolutely innocent of meat, and thnt, like the rissoles on another dish, | they might bo enten without a blush by the truest disciple of the turnip. j Nut foods, moulded to counterfeit the shameless sausage; countless ex tracts and preparations warranted to Impart more bone, brain, blood and muscle than on entire herd of prize rattle, and innumerable tabloids, pow ders, syrups, desiccated foods, breads, oils, biscuits and soups, ail suggestive ly named and attractively put up, were oil show for tlie delectation of tlie faithful and the conversion of thoso who wander in the darkness of unhe i lief.—New York Herald.
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