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Make a',', money orders, checks, ero. ,payibU to the Tribune J'rinling Company, Limited. The War Department, at Washing ton, lias just hired twenty-three dentists, and it is safe to say that each Of them had a pull or he wouldn't lluvo secured his job. As in all the other civilized ccun tries so in the United States pop! na tion tends away from the country and toward the cities. Whereas twenty nine per cent, of our people lived in towns of over 8000 inhabitants in ISOO, over thirty-two per cent, of them are now living in towns of that size. Especially in the North Atlantic group of States is the population crowding more and more into the cities and large towns. Nearly fifty in every 100 of the inhabitants of those States, Which include New York and New England, are city dwellers. The Electrical Review remarks that there is a noticeable falling away in the number of fires that are attrib uted to "electric wires." Whether this is due to au increasing morality on the part of lire marshals, or whether some other fashionable cause has sprung up, is hard to say. For years past the electric wire has borne the brunt of attacks frofn various sources, and its responsibility for every mysterious, fire has hardly been questioned—ex- Oept by those who know something about electric wires. It is to be hoped that the slow progress of common sense will finally remove from elec trical conductors the unjust odium , they have so long borne and lead to a j more correct popular understanding I •f the real causes of conflagration. It was said by Margaret Fuller, "Tile only object in life is to grow." j In the light of the scientific interpre tation of life this saying is full of ! meaning, for growth is necessary to continued and successful existence. Whatever does not grow has already been taken jiossession of by death. When there is effort, there is growth or development, but, when there is cessation of effort, there is stagnation or death. The scientific term for stag nation is atrophy or degeneration, hut these are only other names for what results when growth ceases. Work, struggle, effort, produces growth or evolution, but laziness, cessation of effort, refusal to toll, results in degen eration or atrophy, a slow but certain failure of our powers, reflects the Christian Register. Ginseng Faring in Wisconsin. Before the days of the triumph of the buzz saw iu Wisconsin, the woods abounded in ginseng, but with the cutting away of the forest the source of the supply diminished. Not only is this true in Wisconsin, but iu all other States as well. In order to meet the Increasing demand which has come with the decreasing supply several ginseng farms have been established in Wisconsin, flic most celebrated of which is that of Emanuel Lewis, at Hemlock, as well as those of 11. S. Seymour, at Richland Centre, and W. G. Palmer, of Boydtou. Mr. Lewis was the first man in the State fo con ceive the Idea of propagating the root and now has over 30,000 healthy plants. The product brings over four dollars a pound at the present time. There are others who desire to engage In the ginseng culture, but find It diffi cult to obtain cither the plants or seed nt a reasonable price. The unabated demand for the root iu the Orient keeps the price nt such a mark that it would be unprofitable to use the roots Su starting a farm, and the seeds are so rare that tliey sell for one dollar per ounce. The root Is almost ex clusively used by the Chinese for Near ly every ailment.—New York Sun. Bumkins Island, near Hull. Mas*, was given to Harvard College by Samuel Ward, a friend of old John Harvard, and it cannot lie sold out right. it lias, however, been leased to A. C. Barrage, of Boston, for 3110 years, and he will build a hospital on it. and make it a free summer home for the crippled children of Boston. r BELZIE.TWASHOE CANARY. 1 1 The Subterranean Siren of Steamboat Springs. *3 c 4 BY JOHN HAHOLD HAMLIN. P Belzie was a good mule—yet he had seen better dnys—and in view of the fact that his ribs were protruding in a truly remarkable style, and that his labors had been unusually steady and entirely creditable, it was deemed ad visable lo gran in.u o Holiday, tuere- fore Belzie's driver, Tim Murdock, led him out of the great Sutro Tunnel and where he east off the halter and turned at i ip > ami to a uieaic hiu-top, Belzie adrift. Belzie uunked his brown eyes. The bright, hot sunlight dazzled his vision ary organs. Four years under ground is conducive to blindness, and Belzie had pulled ore ears in the drifts of the deep Comstoek mines, and trotted to and fro through the Sutro Tunnel fully that length of time. So Belzie blinked his eyes and gazed about him in a dumfounded manner. He didn't know whether to be pleased with his unusual Ireeuom or paiitcu al .no mea u. ex isting in such a brilliant atmosnhero. Perhaps Belzie remained on that par ticular KUOU 1.. . , S longer. It is certain, however, that as soon as the sun dropped behind the crest of bald old Mt. Davidson, the mule seemed relieved; he grew quite sportive by the time night's sable pall fell upon the dreary landscape. Thus did the overworked mule's vacation begin; the days slipped by, and ere long the bony, long-eared, solemn looking Beelzebub became a familiar object as he roamed about the Vir ginia hills. Strange things will happen, and it became apparent that this visible ribbed donkey was til riving on his sage brush diet. His master noted the fact, and decided to terminate Belzie's fur lough. Mules were none too plentiful just then; work was pressing, and, take it all around, Belzie could ill be spared, especially since he no longer cut the same figure as did the rack of bones that emerged from Sutro Tun nel four weeks previous. So Tim Mur dock was detailed to round-up the re juvenated Beelzebub. His accustomed haunts were searched, no brown mule with the peculiar markings of Belzie could be discovered. Inquiries were made, but no one remembered seeing him within the last week. Finally the stage driver informed Tim that he "seen a mule ambling down Geiger Grade, pretty close to Steamboat Springs, day before yesterday." This seemed a self-evident clew, and Tim got an extra day off, mounted a spare mule, and struck out in pursuit of the wandering Belzie. Steamboat is noted for its hot springs, geysers and the altogether ex traordinary formations in and about that locality. These springs are a favorite resort for natural scientists, and offer a splendid fleiu to Che re searches of geologists. There happened to be a particularly zealous professor sojourning at Steam boat about the same time Belzie was rustling for a new growth of bone and muscle. Two prospectors, firmly be lieving they had struck a "bonanza," were extending an old tunnel in a hill side, about half a mile from the renin springs and geysers of Steamboat. Quite a friendship sprung up between the young professor and these two miners The three made frequent ex peditions, bent on investigating the wonders of hot springs, surmising causes and effects of internal heat, and the prospectors listened in utter fasci nation to the theories propounded by Professor Mellins. One sultry night a heavy earthquake shook up a goodly portion of western Nevada and California. It played odd tricks in and about Steamboat Springs. The main geyser went dry. When Professor Mellins discovered this fact, his rapture knew no bounds. He recorded voluminous notes on the natural phenomenon, and began the preparation of exhaustive lectures for future classes to digest. While busily engaged in jotting down notes, and gazing into the cavernous dry vent of the erstwhile geyser, ine two pros pee tors hove in sight. Tliey were breath less, tired, yet gasped out a voluble and excited description of an unprece dented freak of nature that had taken place on the site of their tunnel. So incoherent was the account given by the two men that it was with difficulty they were understood; but Professor Mellins comprehended at once that something stranger still than the mere disappearance of the spring had fol lowed tr. Ibe wake n* th" 'vembln-. "By the trumpeting elements, boys, this is great!" Professor Mellins forci bly expressed himself by using his favorite term, as he beheld a long ir regular fissure beginning a few yards from the mouth of the tunnel and run ning directly into it, extending as far as the eye could penetrate the gloom. Pufllng jets of steam arose in thjn clouds, converting the prospectors' tun nel into a veritable steam retort. "As suredly the subterranean force that ejected the water in the main spring has found a new outlet here," said Pro fessor Mellins. "But, professor, that ain't the phe nom what amazes us. Just you listen to the infernal racket!" Even as the miner spoke a decided rumbling resounded within the tunnel; It grated on the ears and appeared to emanat- from the very bowels of the earfh. The turee men were silent; the mysterious woruiugs ta nature a un seen and "owe-**"' 'i- •>' " ' them. Another cloud of steam spurted up: another grinding roar; it rever berated in a jerky, hollow manner, then dwindled away to an almost me- tallic gurgle. The miners' bronzed faces turned a shade paler. "Boys, this is wonderful, wonderful! If Dr. Endlin were only here! Trum peting elements! I have it I'll tele phone him. He can not afford to miss the opportunity of beholding this odd spectacle." Impulsive Professor Mel lins let his enthusiasm have full sway; and with the final rumbling sound echoing in his ears, he dased madly down the hill to the hotel. His impatience and anxiety caused hint to speak harshly to the "hello" girls, and by the time he got Sab Francisco his mind was turbulent. Nevertheless telephone facilities in the Far West eventually bring about the desired connections, and Professor Mellins's heart beat rapturously as he recognized Dr. Endliu's voice over the wire. "Yes, this is I, Mellins; am at Steam boat Springs, Nov. Big earthquake here last night. Springs went dry, but crackeS other b"ig fissures in earth's surface. Subterranean rumblings plainly audible. Come up at once; bring Professors Smith and Landers. Wonderful, I tell you—it's wonderful. Hurry!" Dr. Endlin, the noted geologist, placed a dea, of confidence in Pro fessor Mellins, and as he had felt the earthquake in San Francisco, he thought the professor certainly had due reason for hia graphic phone mes sage. "All right, Mellins, we'll be up in the morning." "Greatest recent phenomenon, doc tor, I guarantee you." "Thank you, professor; will be glad to investigate it. See you in the morn ing. Goodby." "Goodby." Professor Mellins paced nervously between the dry basin of the late Queen of the Springs and that fresh crevice at the tunnel. He heard with satisfaction the irregularly repeated rumbles, denoting unparalleled interior disturbances. Hours will slip by, no matter how tedious the minutes hang. Dr. Endliu, with Professors Smith and Landers; and a couple of newspaper reporters, alighted the following morning from the bright yallow "V. & T." coaches. Professor Mellins greeted them with delight, his ruddy face beaming as only a man's can who has played the stellar part in a commendable act. Time was a valuable item to these scientists, and, directly after a light lunch, the party forth to inves tigate the outbursts of Dame Nature. Professor Mellins piloted them to the gaping hole where the madly boiling waters were so suddenly and complete ly ingulfed. This ostensible fact duly impressed the learned men, and they examined everything in a practiced and professional manner. "But we fail to hear the internal ex plosions, Professor Mellins." "Ah, that you soon will, Dr. Endlin; pray accompany me up this hill, and I will conduct you to the spot." Now, various reports had spread rapidly and over a wide field in regard to this shaking up of the earth at Steamboat Springs. Accounts varied from a faint rumor describing a dried up spring to the disappearance of the whole Steamboat station. It depended, of course, on the number of times the tale had been repeated. Curiosity got the better of a number of these good people, consequently the scientists be held at least a Score of men and women persistently following in their wake. The fissure still zigzagged into the tunnel; hot, vapory clouds hung over the crevice; but the activity, of the steam-jets could not be compared with those of the preceding day. Professor Mellins looked slightly crestfallen. The two prospectors, not having a reputa tion at stake, took a cheerier view of things. Besides, they were not ex cruciatingly eager to have their bo nanza tunnel forever filled with steam and uncanny noises echoing through it. Therefore, after a few minutes spent in silently and fruitlessly en deavoring to catch a subterranean crash, one of the prospectors inter ceded with: "Well, Doc, this here phe nomenon kinder goes by fits and starts, and it 'pars to be restin' betwit a fit and a start right now; but just you wait a spell." Ami they awaited a spell—nearly half an hour; long enough to disgust the simply curious, and several re traced their steps toward the hotel, lcting fall rather uncomplimentary re marks about a "pack of fools." Even the patient Dr. Endlin strode back and forth somewhat perturbed in thinking about his fatiguing trip and the pre cious time wasted. Cut the lons-expected really hap pened. A fierce column of steam sothed up from the fissure, quickly succeeded by two lesser upheavals; then a rasping groan, drawn out In jerky notes, each more weird and penetrating than the foregoing. It cre ated a big sensation everybody loked at everybody else; the Incredu lous ones trembled, and the prospector who uttered the suggestion "wait a ■=pell. "shouted out, "What'd I tell you!" When the last vibrations of the sur prising din died away, Professor Mel lins fairly bugged himself for joy. Dr. Endlin said nothing when pressed for : n opinion. The lesser lizhts volun teered their private theories; those who had deserted In disgust appeared r.pon the scene once more. An Interval of quietude prevailed and scarcely a sign of steam could be observed at the Jagged rent in Mother Earth. Nevertheless, a dozen men had heard the unearthly racket; these were busily engaged In telling the others just how it sounded, and bid ding tliein to remain and convince themselves in spite o£ their in credulity.. It was this aggregation of humanity that caught the eye of Tim Murdoch, who had been scanning the country all the way down from Virginia City for a sign or sight of the vagrant Beelzebub, Tim was not a man who let slip an opportunity of finding out a bit of news, and he reined his mulo up the trail leading to the group of people at the tunnel's mouth. "Phwat's the dlshturbance, Hank?" "It's you, is it, Tim? Disturbance, you say? Well, I wonder! If you never heard underground thunder, now's your chance." "Faith, an' did yez have an airth quake here. Hank?" "Sure, Tim. It's paralyzed our bo nanza tunnel, and locked up a roarin' fury inside of it, to boot." "Who's the gintlemen with the specks and ltr.owin' jibs?" "Scientists. Tim, and they hail from some big institution of big learning." "B'jakers, an' yez are sthrictly in it wid yer little wan-horse tunnel, ain't yez, Hank?" And Hank nodded a ready acquies cence. Tim had guided his mule directly in front of the tunnel; he halted there and gazed in open-eyed astonishment. The mule appeared unduly interested, too, pricked up his long ears and sniffed the air suspiciously. A spurt of steam was ejected from the crevice; it was a forerunner of several denser columns. Professors and all others drew near, epecting to hear the result ant rumble. It came; not so distinctly as formerly, but loud enough to startle them. A hush fell upon the throng. Man's significance seems infinitesimal when Nature's stupendous loree as serts itself in a manner that indicates only a tithe of what she might do. The hush was rudely broken—not by a commenting human voice, not by another internal clamor, but by a stri dent, grating cry issuing from the throat of Tim's mule. The bray of an ass is akin to the filing of many saws at once, and never an agreeable sound. This particular bray created all of this effect and more in addition. Although not eactly a repetition of the subter ranean cannonading, there was much similarity between the two. "Mithor of Moses! Yez gaping gawks! An' it's a foine thrick yer afthcr piayin'! Underground thunder it is—is it? Him that shtuck me good mule Beelzebub inter that sweatin, shteamin' hole fer the iddiflcation of blitherin' scientics will plaze to shtep out an Oi'll paste his ugly mug!" Professor Mellins fell back against a convenient bank in a dazed condition. The noted Dr. Endlin's countenance reflected a sardonic sneer. Several derisive hoots passed the lips of the hereinbefore - mentioned incredulous ones. "Slitand back, ye doraned fools, an' let me rescue me poor darlint Bel zie!" Tim Murdock had leaped from his mule's back; ho tore wildly into the now comparatively clear atmosphere of the tunnel and disappeared from view. Different emotions filled the breasts of the different individuals. Dr. End lin's lace was a study; he glanced at the hopelessly ' dispirited Professor Mellins, and seemed to pity him, yet he maintained a dignified and unap proachable aspect that best becomes a man of letters. The mapority of the spectators chuckled, looked wise, and a number of "I told you so's" were overheard. Two or three brave souls ventured a few feet within the tunnel; after 10 minutes or so had elapsed, a commo tion was heard in the darkened depths. "Back, back, I tell ye! Back again, me Belzie! Och, an' it's a fool set of fools out there, Belzie! It's homesick yez are for a tunnel, acushla, me own. Back wance more, darlint!" Slowly, carefully, surely, Tim Mur doch steered his charge out of the treacherous tunnel. Once the sure footed mule slipped, and his hind feet wnt clown into the crack that made the tunnel's floor dangerous ground. Then, and only then, would Tim per mit any of the "fools" to assist him. When Belzie backed out into day light, it added the last straw to Pro fessor Medina's undoing. He merely glanced at the unsightly animal, then slunk quickly clown the hill. Dr. End lin and his comrades could appreciate the ludicrous side of things, and smiled, laughed, then fairly roared, as they beheld the cause of the "sub terranean rumblings, plainly audible." Tim's riding animal welcomed Bel zie with a prolonged bray. Belzie, bruised, famished, and with huge patches of hair actually steamed from his hide, responded in a woe-begone groan. The warm-hearted Tim lav ished endearing terms upon hi 3 un lucky Belzie; he procured a can of axle-grease and liberally plastered this "ointment" over the succored mulc'j burns. Every now and again he would pause in these proceedings nnd let forth such a volley of strong 'anguage, "forninst the loikes of yez idiots," as almost guaranteed an im mediate growth of new hair on Bel zie's scalded limbs. On the day following, several prom inent Western newspapers contained sensational and luridly Ironical ac counts of Professor Mellins's brilliant phenomenon at Steamboat Springs. Professor Mellins's pride forbade him appearing In public for months after ward. and the bray of a mule Is to him the most agonizing sound on earth. —San Francisco Argonaut. Bread and llntter. My mother says, if little girls Want curly hair, they must Eat nil their bread and butter up, And especially the prust. Bo very many little girls In ail the wide, wide world Would be so very happy if Their hair were only curled. And can I bo so selfish, then? No, dour mamma, I must Give other little girls my bread, And especially tho crust. Is!k Prices for Wild Animals. Because of the difficulty of getting It to America, and of keeping it alive after it arrives, a good giraffe is quoted at S7OOO. Next to the giraffe, in the aristoc racy of cost, come the rhinoceros and the hippopotamus, worth from SIOOO to SSOOO each. If a dealer could hrced these animals he could get rich; hut the big mamma's rarely breed in cap tivity. About the flnly place in Amer ica where hippopotami have been known to raise their young is in tho menagerie in Central Park, New York. A chimpanzee of size is worth SSOOO, and when one reaches the intelligence of the late Mr. Crowley, Cliieo or Jo hanna, he is beyond a fixed price. The monlcoy kind are most uncertain prop erty. The animal man says they are certain to die. But the ordi.iary ones can he bought very cheaply. One can buy a nice young baby ele phant for SIOOO at times, but a really good animal is worth from. SIBOO to S3OOO. An elephant does not com mand the maximum price because of the beauty of his countenance, tlio ele gance of his figure, his intellcctua' en dowments or his size, hut because of a sweet, sunny disposition. A mean ele phant is about the most evil of living things; sooner or later he has to be killed, usually after he has siain two or three keepers and done more dam age than he is woith. Of two animals of equally good disposition, the "goi and finer commands - higher price, of course; but the most magnificent beast with an inclination for murder isn't worth as much as a very common one that is trustworthy—that is, ordi narily so, for tho sweetest tempered have day 3 when they seem inspired of Satan.— the Junior Munsey. A Pretty T.erett<l. According to legendary ioro the goldenrod was once snow white. It is said that great fields of these white flowers nodded gracefully to and fro as the winds swept over them, and were quite happy until f he wild flow ers of brilliant hues began to ridicule them. "What tame, pale, un'nteresting creatures," said the tiger lilies. "Truly they are," said the scarlet sage; "they arc not worih looking at." Other wild flower neighbors made like remarks and cast scornful glances at the white blossome. until the lat ter bowed their heads and wept. "We are poor, colorless beggars," they wailed, "while all our neighbors are clothed in gorgeous apparel." Tho Autumn Wind knew why the white flowers were grief strioketn, and he resolved to help them. Calling to him the many-hued fairies that live in the rainbow he told them how the white flowers had been ridiculed by their neighbors. "Leave it all to us." said the fairies, "and soon the ill-treated ones shall have cause to rejoice." Away spend the fairies to the end of the rainbow, where, as you have Heard, there is a great pot of magic gold dust. Together tho fairies lifted ihe gold dust, hastened back to the field and meadows and sprinkled it lavishly over the drooping, heart-sick flowers, now sunk in sound slumber. When morning came the sun looked down upon a gorgeously arrayed army of goldenrod and so great was the surprise of their wild flower neigh bors that some of them withered and died from sheer envy. But, rejoicing in their good fortune, the goldenrods proudly held up their heads and faithfully kept guard until the icy Winter Wind, in u hoarse voice, bade them go to sleep. A Gallant Thrush. A young Highlander, having set a horse-hair noose in the woods, was delighted one morning to find a female song-thrush entangled therein. He carried home his prize, put it into a roomy open-bran.ed basket, secured the lid with much string and many knots and then hung tho basket upon a nail near the open window. In the afternoon the parish minister was called in by tne boy's mother, who wished him to persuade h<T son to set the captive free. While the clergy man was examining the bird through the basket his attention was called to another thrush perched on a branch opposite the window. "Yes!" exclaimed the boy. "and it followed me home all the way from the woods." It was the captive's mate, which, having faithfully followed his partner to her prison, had perched himself where he might see her, and Bhe hear the sad, broken notes that chirped his grief. The clergyman hung the basket I against the eave of the cottage and the two retired to watch what might hap pen. In a few minutes, the captive whispered a chirp to her mate's com- plaints. His joy was unbounded. Springing to the topmost spray of the tree, he trilled out two or three ex ultant notes, and then alighted on the basket lid, through the hole in which the captive thrust her shrdlu which the captive had thrust her head and neck. Then followed a touching scene. The male bird, after hilling and coo ing with the captive, dressing her feathers and stroking her neck, all the while fluttering her wings and crooning an undersong of encourage ment, suddenly assumed another at titude. Gathering up his wings, he erected himself, and began to peck and pull away at the edges of the hole in the basket's lid. The bird's ardent affection and his effort to release his mate, touched the clergyman, mother and boy. y I'll let the bird go," said the boy, in a sympathetic voice, as he saw ills mother wining her eyes with het apron. The basket was carried to the spot where the bird had been snared. Her mate followed, sweep ing occasionally close past the hoy carrying the basket, and chirping abrupt notes, as if assuring her that W he was still near by. On arriving at the snare, the cler gyman began untying the many knots which secured the lid. while the male bird, perched on a hazel hough, not six feet away, watched silently and motionless the process of liberation. As soon as the basket lid wa3 raised the thrush dashed out with a scream of terror and joy; while her mate followed like an arrow shot from a bow, and both disappeared behind a elump of birch trees. It was an ex cellent lesson for the boy—one which lie never forgot—Presbyterian Record. How nervl's Wntfll Went no n Strike. Beryrs watch hung on a hook beside the bureau, it ticked away to itself when nobody was listening, and this 1 is what it said: "I've made up my mind to stop. yes. to stop. Here I've been working so hard ever since Cnristmas morning, when Beryl found me in her stocking, and I'm tired, yes, I'm very tired. Wouldn't anybody get tired of going all the time and never getting anywhere? I am." So it ticked thoughtfully for awhile and then it spoke again. "I think I'll strike. That clock there on the man tle pince strikes all the time, but somehow it keeps on going. I don't know why I'm not treated right, In deed, I'm not. Here it's summer time and I think I ought to have a vacation —or else I'll run down. There, lam running down—Beryl forgot to wind me last night. Well, I'll take a rest, a nice long—" And it stopped. Pretty soon Beryl ran in a great hurry and threw the watch chainaboti* licr neck. Then she dashed out of the room again, tucking the wateb into her belt as she went. "She don' l know I've struck," it thought, with a 1 chuckle. "Are you ready now, Beryl?"' called Jenny Sands, as her friend eame run ning down stairs. "We must hurry or we won't reach the park in time t® meet the others." "I just went for my watch," panted Beryl. "We have lots of time, it's only 20 minutes past 2," she went on, as she glanced at the watch. She never heard the little chuckle it gave, how could she? But when they reached the boat house in the park, the other girls were nowhere to he seen. "They said they'd wait till a quarter of three," said Beryl. "And now I'm sure I don't know where they've gone. It's all your fault, Jenny; why didn't you come for me sooner?" "Why, Beryl Kirke, did I ever?" cried Jenny. Didn't I wait for you ever so long? And you fussed and fussed till I most went without you. I think your old watch must be slow." 1 "My watch doesn't get slow, Jenny Sands," said Beryl, "you just see if it isn't the same as that clock in tho boathousp. What time does it say?" "Ten minutes past three." snid Jen ny. "and your watch is just 20 min utes after 2." ".Why, why—l must have forgot to wind it last night," Beryl cried, "hut I never did that befoie, Jenny, never." And she wound it carefully and put it back in her belt, saying, "[ won't set it now 'cause that boathotise clock mayn't be right. I can remember it's an hour slow." "Why. Efirls," criel a wondering voice, "what kept you so long? We've been all around the lake in the steam launch, for we thought you never would come." And their Sunday school teacher kissed them both heartily. "It was all my fault, Jllss llendriek- v son." said Beryl. "Wy watch stopped J 'cause I forgot to wind it, and I kept Jenny waiting beside "Well, you're here now," said the teacher, "and we'll have cn.r picnic lunch under tliore trees by the lake yonder." And nobody heard the little watch grumble to itself. "I didn't get much of a vacation, after ail, did 1?" Brooltly Eagle. A rillnrae Nerhoy. KI-Ko Is the name of the only Chin ese newsboy in New York. He works in Pell and Dover streets and sella the Chinese Weekly Herald. That's what is is called in English. Tha Herald is printed In the Chinese lan guage. and, according to a regular subscriber, contains all the news of the flowery kingdom and the Philip pines, together with the latest gossip of the United States in which the Chines? are interested. Ki-Ko yells - "Eva!" and tells wonderful stories about the contents of his paper. jusV the same as his American brother does.—Chicago Journal.
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers