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Tribune Printing Company, Limited. FAMOUS GOLD" CITY." Row Ballurat, Australia. Has Uccn Do* ▼eloped. One of the finest cities In the British! ; empire is Ballarat, the famous golj j city of Australia. It has the unique | record of being the only place in Au- j stralia where the people fought a bat- ; tie with the armed forces of the Brit- | ish crown. Its population consists of { English, Irish and Scotch In about equal proportions. They live happily free from the race prejudices that often become manifest between the same races In the United States. For the first three years of its existence as a gold field tne authorities harassed the diggers in the most despotic fashion, treated them more like dogs than hu man beings, Indulged periodically in "digger hunts" and collected, alike from successful and unsuccessful, an iniquitous monthly license fee at the point of the bayonet. This brutal he- i havler led to open rebellion at the beginning of December, 3854, the dig gers running up a rude fort called the I "Eureka stockade." At that time the ' Twelfth and Fortieth regiments were quartered in Melbourne, under the | command of Maj. Gen. Sir Robert t Nickle, one of Wellington's officers in the peninsula. They were hurried up | to Ballarat and early on a Sunday j morning they attacked the stockade I and carried it by storm. The diggers j were defeated in a military sense— j there was lamentable loss of life on \ both sides —but the cause for which , they took up arms won a speedy tri- j umph. The hateful license fee was j abolished, and tho mining population was conceded Parliamentary represen tation which had previously been de nied them. The Ballarat diggers chose by acclamation as their first member ' the young Irishman who was their j leader in the insurrection, who had j lost an arm in defending the stockade, I and who was for weeks a fugitive with i n heavy price on his head. As Peter Lalcr, he was destined to play an im- j portant part in the political life ol j Victoria, to hold high ofllco as minis- | tor of the crown, and to preside as ! speaker over three Parliaments with j acknowledged distinction, and to de- I cline the honor ot knighthood on two ! occasions. His heroic statue in j bronze, by Nelson Maclean, a London j sculptor, is one of the ornaments of j Ballarat's principal thoroughfares, and j the site of the Eureka stockade, the great show post for visitors, has been | converted into a handsome public re- j serve and an historic heritage. Ballarat ranks next in Importance j and population to Melbourne among tne cities of Victoria, and It is vastly j superior to the metropolis both in nat ural beauty and artistic embellishment. Its wealthy citizens have always been ' patriotically proud of the place, and they have enriched Start street with a succession of statues and gardens that no other city in the empire can boast. What was in the early days a dismal swamp has been converted into the beautiful Lake Wendouree at consid erable expense and labor. Ballarat is a bishopric of both tho Catholic and Anglican churches, and all of the lead ing religious denominations are well represented on the premier gold field. In its public buildings, private resi dences, business establishments and all the adjuncts of up-to-date civic pro gressiveness Ballarat ranks second to none of the cities of Great Britain. Bids lor Erldgos. General Hollowny writes from St. Petersburg that the city of St. Peters burg lias decided to invite bids for a bridge over the Nova river, near the Winter Palace, to replace the pontoon bridge so long in use at that point, its length Is 847 feet and width til feet; the cost is limited to 3,500,000 rubles ($1,Nu2,500). The specification will be ready September 1. 1001, and the bridge must bo completed in one year from that date. Tltere are now two permanent bridges over tlie Neva —one stone and one iron—about com pie ted. *? of Tom Jo!iKimn*4 Reform*. Among the radical reforms pressed fly Mayor Tom Johnson of Cleveland, 13 the passing of an ordinance by -.vhich the cost of paving and main taining Euclid avenue and other fine residence streets is to he borne entirely by abutting property owners. He is able to support the measure with the better grace since he himself lives on the avenue which every loyal Cleve lander believes to be tho finest street In the world. It Is announced that the Wolnjrionl xtnflon which has been maintained on ~jiko Baikal for a year 'by the ICast Siberian Geographical tiocJoij baa keen closed. LITTLE RACTAG. I. T _ i Say there, Little Ragtag, Whose sweet child are you? Teeth as white as ivory, eyes the shy's own blue, Lips like dainty rosebuds dipt in the morning dew; A face that's even finer than a face of Grecian mold, i Hair all matted, tangled, like tangled i thread of gold, A voice that's even softer than tho song an angel sings, Softer than the melodies that slumber in the strings Of harps and mandolins, softer than the croon Of meadowlarks and orioles, sung in the summer noon. Say there, Little Vagabond, tell mo little shrew, Whose sweet child, I wonder. Whose dear child are you? 11. Tell me, Little Ragtag, Whose sweet child are you? Impudent the sunbeams that kiss these little rags! Naughty, scented breezes, when they touch these little togs, These little strings and tatters that grace a form, I ween, That would arouse the envy of an Orien tal queen. Are you a bit of daylight in the darkness of a life? A sunglint in the fastnesses? A triumph in the strife? Are you cheering some poor fellow as adown the way lie plods? s.re you mamma's child, or papa's, hu manity's, or God's? Tell me, Little Vagabond, out here in the street. Smiling, winking playfully, at every soul you meet- God bless the little urchin! God save the little shrew!— Say there, Little Ragtag, Whose sweet child are you? —New Orleans Times-Democrat. 1 JIM'S DARLING. | IS it possible to be in love with two girls nt tho same time? That was the problem which bad been tor menting Jim Harrison for the last six months or more. It was the ques tion be asked himself nervously when ever be happened to see May and Lucy Thompson together. Muy and Lucy were cousins, or phans, who shared a home, an aged aunt who performed the duties of a chaperon and a dress allowance of $250 per annum. Slay was young and pretty. Now, youth and beauty being two of the surest of Cupid's darts, May's youth and good looks would surely have set tled Jim, only, unfortunately, Lucy was young and pretty, too. Slay was tall and dark, with a Greek profile, and masses of smooth, blue black hair, arranged in simple coils, regardless of fashion's decrees. Lucy, on the other hand, was a small, fair girl, with an aureole of fluffy hair and the sauciest nez re trousse in the world. Jim admired tail, dark women, and the contemplation of a Greek profile was to him a source of unceasing joy. This would, no doubt, have led him to give the preference to May, had it not been for the fact that an equally amiable weakness for Lucy's type of loveliness drew him in the opposite direction. Jim's friends spoifc of May as ono of the most accomplished and amiable creatures they had ever met. They referred to Luey In precisely similar terms. May looked magnificent in white satin, and when Jim saw her in a ball room he wondered how lie could ever have given a thought to Lucy. But, then, Luey was altogether be witching In blue linen, and no sooner did Harrison behold her thus attired In a punt on the river than tho vision of May's charms faded into insignifi cance. To make a long story short Jim's adoration of Slay was only ■qualetl by his devotion to Lucy, and iifilcultles were iu no wise lessened by the fact that both parties recipro tated his affection. The chances are that Jim would have ended by remaining a bachelor to his dying day but for the advent of a fourth party upon the scene of action. The fates selected as their In strument one Bertie Thompson, broth er to Slay, home from school for the summer holidays. Bertie, aetat fourteen, was a smart lad. with somewhat decided views upon the respective merits and de merits of ills cousin and sister. He took In the situation at a glnuec, and having no particular objection to Jim as a brother-in-law, decided, for rea sons to he hereinfater set' forth, that Slay was the girl for Jim. He pondered the subject at meal times and other odd times not occu pied by weightier matters. After the lapse of seven days his youthful re flections might have been crystalized Into some such soliloquy as this: "Both the girls are dead nuts on Harrison, and Harrison is dead nuts on both the girls. But, then, Harri son's only seen 'em in their best bibs and tuckers, stuck all over with com pany manners. Suppose lie caught sight of them mouchlng nrouud the house—say, at 0.30 iu the morning— Would he go on being spoons on them both? I'd back May a hundred to one against Loo, any day. P'raps he'd chuck them both, though. But it's *rorth risking, anyway." Thereupon Bertie hatched a diaboli cal plat. As the nearest relative of the ob jects of Jim's affections Bertie was a privileged visitor at Harrison's room. Jim evinced uj astonishment, there fore, when Bertie burst into his den late one Saturday night and announced his intention of accompanying him on a long-pro looted bicycle trip on the following morning. "You'll have to pass our show, in I any case," said the astute Bertie, "so j you might as well pick me up ou tho I way. B*eides, the girls want to see you about a picnic they're getting up 1 next week." This latter argument, an Inspiration of the moment, not altogether founded upon the fact, proved Irresistible, and so it fell out that, punctually at 9.30 on tho following day Jim's rat-a-tat sounded upon the Thompson's front door. Now May and Lucy were quite ac customed to the sound of knocks on a Sunday morning. It was the sound with which certain chums of Bertie's, the boys from next door but one, were wont to present them selves at tho Thompson doorstep every Sabbath with unfailing regularity. Thus it was that, when Harrison, admitted by the nimble Bertie, entered the Thompsonian domicile neither May uor Lucy was prepared for his ar rival. The two girls, as Bertie had taken care to ascertain, were engaged, each in her own way, in killing the time be tween breakfast and dressing for church. Lucy, who Invariably Indulged in tea and toast In her bedroom, had Just emerged from that sanctum In semi-civilized attire, and when Hnr rlson, at Bertie's instigation, entered the drawing room, an unexpected vis ion met his gaze. Lucy was seated at the piano, bang ing the keys with one hand, and with the other maintaining a steady com munication between her mouth and a box of chocolates, placed within con venient reach. She was garbed in an old satin skirt no longer in Its prime, nnd a mucli-befrilled dressing jacket, that must have been coquettish in its youth, but was now slightly soiled. A pair of pink satin shoes, no longer ir reproachable, completed the costume. Her pretty fluffy hair, with its dis tracting little poufs nnd curls, that Jim considered the most adorable part of Lucy, had suffered total eclipse under a mass of hair-curlers. Jim, having no sisters of his own, was unaccustomed to this last phe nomenon. Who that has ever expe rienced It will readily forget tho shock produced upon a dcliente nervous or ganization at the first glimpse of a young and beautiful woman under the influence of liair-curlers? In ten second Jim Harrison suffered all the tortures of a terrible disillu sionment. Lucy, the child of his dreams, winsome, delicate Lucy, with her feathery, golden curls and her Dresden china daintiness, faded from ills vision, and there remained a very ordinary young person in a soiled satin skirt and questionable shoes—a young person with a tip-tilted nose, who devoured chocolates wholesale, and owed her chief attraction to ex traneous causes commonly called curling-pins. Without a word and before Lucy had had time to become conscious of ids presence, Haiiisoii turned and fled from the room. "Come and see May," whispered Bertia "No, for heaven's sake!" cried the miserable Jim. "I can't stand ari7 more of tills!" Nevertheless, a sort of fearful fasci nation, a wild desire to know tho worst, led him to follow the relentless Bertie down the sairs into the regions devoted to culinary pursuits. They found May in the kitchen, mak ing a Yorkshire pudding. Attired in a pink cotton overall, the long sleeves of which were rolled back well above tile dimpled elbow, she vigorously stirred the batter, pausing every now and then to brush away certain rebel lious tears that threatened to mingle with the pudding. Her heavy black hair was coiled, as he had always seen it, in neat braids around tho shapely head. Jim remembered that he had sometimes considered the style a trifle severe, nnd had even compared the simple coils unfavorably with Lucy's picturesque locks. At tiiis mo ment lie could not understand how lie lind ever made such a mistake. Tho thought of tho curling-pins dispelled tho charm of tho curls. May, making a batter pudding and in tears! The combination was Irre sistible. To Harrison the girl had never seemed so beautiful as now. II • glanced round the kitchen. Bertie, bright youth! had disappeared. Jim was alone with May and her pudding and iter tears. "Tell me, harling," asked Jim, ten minutes later, "why you were crying when I came in just now?" "I—l was thinking you were in love with Lucy, and, and " Tho rest of tho sentence was whis pered to the second button of Jim's waistcoat. "Why, you dear little goose, what on earth could have put such an idea into your head?" At this juncture Jim, the shameless, would most certainly have placed his arm around the dear little goose's waist, only it already happened to oc cupy that position. Aud Bertie, at the keyhole, chuckled softly to himself.—Womun's Life. Why Soinn Children Are Timid. How many children have been terri fied by stories of the "Bogy Man," of "the wolf that will come aud cat them," of "the policeman who will put them in the lockup," till their fear of the dark amounts to positive agony. Bedtime should bo an hour inseparably associated with tho prayer at the mother's knee, followed by a quiet talk, after which the little one settles down to n restful sleep. But instead how often docs it happen that the child is tucked in bed with tho admonition, "Now go right to sleep, like a good boy, for if you don't there's a big dog over there in the corner that'll come anfi bite you!" Bo to sleep! Sheer nervous terror keeps tile child awake. llow cau he he ex pected to grow up anything but timid?— Arthur VP. Yale, M. D., in tho Woman's Home Companion. HE BTTCS SPOILED EGGS A NEW JERSEY MAN'S PECULIAR BUSINESS. New York Fee Dealers Can't Find Out What 110 Does With Thorn, But They Are Glad to Got lUd of tho Bad Kgga —Known as tho Rotten Krc King. "Do you know what becomes of spoiled eggs?" asked a Harrison street dealer in butter and .eggs, of a New York Commercial Advertiser reporter. "I don't mean tho slightly stale eggs, but those that are gone beyond re demption, the kind that could not be sold for a cent a hundred." The person addressed said he didn't suppose anything was done with them, save to eousigu them to the garbage heap, but the dealer smiled in a superior way and continued: "Owing to the recent hot spell all through the great egg-producing sec tions of the Middle West thousands and thousands of dozens of eggs have been lost. Out of an average daily receipt iu this city of about 8000 cases, eaeh containing thirty dozen of eggs, at least two dozen in every case, or nearly a quarter of a million eggs, have arrived spoiled. Many of the eggs are pretty far gone at the time of shipment, probably, but a great deal of the deterioration un doubtedly takes place while they are en route. The heat has been so in tense aud so general that it has de fled all ordinary efforts of the rail roads and the shippers to keep the stock cool and fresh until arrival. This large percentage of bad eggs 'means a considerable financial loss to the Western shippers, and formerly It would have entailed some expense on tho New York dealer, for at one time we had to pay to have them thrown away. There Is very little waste about ike egg industry as it is conducted to day, however. Now all the 'rots,' or, In plain English, the rotten eggs that turn up iu the New York market are sold to a man who has a factory in Secaucus, N. J„ where they are con verted, through some secret process, into products said to be valuable in several liues of manufacture. Just what use his peculiar output are put to in manufacturing, few persons know except himself and those who buy the stuff, but it is popularly sup posed that one of the principal uses is in the treatment of certain kinds of leather or tho manufacture of shoe polish. "Another outlet for the Secaucus product, I have been told, is in the glazing of some of the very cheap brands of coffee. There are half n dozen uses to which the stuff Is put, according to the gossip of the produce markets, but practically no one lias any lirst-hand knowledge of the mat ter and most of these reports are mere guess work. The important fact is that even the- rotten egg is adding its modest share to the sum total of American wealth and prosperity, this being only another illustration of the principle of utilization of waste that lias played so important a part in making this country pro-eminent nmoug the manufacturing nations of the world. "The Secaucus man lias yearly con tracts with the big commission and wholesale egg dealers in the west side district and in the other large markets in Manhattan and Brooklyn for all the 'rots' they find in their stocks in course of the twelve months, and in years like the present, when tho heat hangs on for long periods in all the large producing sections of the country, ho must get many millions of eggs. A big green tight-covered wagon goes through the district every day and makes tho collections. ' His plant over in Jersey avenue employs a considerable force, 1 undcrsfffnd, and none of the workmen lias ever been known to give away auy of the manufacturer's secrets. "I have never visited the establish ment myself, and never expect to, but several produce men who went to see things nnd find out what was going on, came back and' reported 'nothing doiug.' They said that wild horses wouldn't drag them there again. Bar ren Island, they said, isn't u 'circum stance' to the Secaucus plant. In addition to this factory, its owner is said to have similar establishments in several other large cities, both in the East and West, and he has every appearance of a man who is making money. He enjoys a complete monopoly, and I don't believe any one would be likely to disturb him, even if tlie secrets of his processes and his commercial outlet were known. If his business were a very large one, I suppose he would be known as the ltotteu Egg King nnd would be an athematized regularly by the yellow journals." Shocking tlio Fireman. With regard to the shocks which firemen are from time to time reported to receive h.v throwing a stream of water on n live wire, u series of ex periments has just been made to de termiue the exact conditions under which this happens. It appears that iu very few eases are the shocks serious. Ordinary incandescent light ing circuits cannot be felt unless the nozzle of the hose is held within nu inch or two of the wire. Even with voltages of 3UOO, alternating current, while a perceptible sensation Is pro duced at ten feet with a half-inch nozzle, a person of average sensibility can endure tho sensation l'rom this voltage without great inconvenience up to within about three feet. With a two-inch jot this higher voltage is quite strong at even twenty-four feet, while at thirteen feet It is quite in tense. These experiments were made by a fireman standing in his rubber hoots and well drenched with water and grasping the nozzle with his bare bands and playing agaiust a grounded metallic plate.—Philadelphia Record. SUIT OF SNAKE SKINS. A Mail Who lias Survived Nineteen Rep tile Bites. A dispatch from Canandaigun, N. Y„ says; Peter Gruber, whose fad is rattlesnakes, has a new suit made entirely of rattlesnake skins. The coat, test, trousers, hat, shoes, neck tie and gloves are all made of the skins of these reptiles. The buttons are made from tho rattles; the rcarl'pin is a gold-mounted fang, and tho watch chain and charm are of the vertebrae. The material in the suit cost SOOO. Mr. Gruber, or "Kattlesnnke Pete," as he is known, is convalescing at Canandalgua from his last rattlesnake bite, which came near proving fatal. "I always thought," he says, "that if I ever received a bite in an artery by a rattler it would be all over with me, but here lam yet. It is my nine teenth bite from a rattler, and the only one so nearly fatal. "I was raiting skins that had been shed by my snakes out of the cage one day, and as I drew my hand toward the cnge door a big diamond-spotted Florida rattler struck me on the wrist. I knew it was a bad bite, for two little streams of blood at once spurted out. From an ordlnnry bite the blood does not spurt. I could feel the voilom beginning to creep through my veins Just like this—(running his Angers lightly along his arms)—and my strength began to go. "I grabbed the sharp knife we al ways keep on top of the cage and slashed it across the artery in ray wrist just as I was sinking on my knees. That was the last I knew— and the last I expected to know—until two days later. I had lost a gallon of blood, but to sever the artery was the only way to stop the circulation of the poison." Gruber is just out of the hospital. The wound is kept covered with a poultiee of rattlesnake skins to relieve the inAammation. Gruber is the originator of the snake cure of goitre, having treated success fully many cases. Tho Sins of tlio Fathers. Midas lived in a palace, but his daughter caught a disease that grew up In one of tho slums, out of which Midas "got his living." The doctor said that it was scarlet fever, and when it looked like measles he said "measles L.id intervened." So he gave her medicines till the digestion got hopelessly out of order; then he told the nurse to rouse the patient three times a night to give her sleeping draughts. He was a very wise doctor and knew that he must do something for his patient—and for his fee. Later he "found" that Mldas's daughter had developed pneumonia; and Midas believed it all, so the doctor administered stimulants and called another doctor in consultation, who said that he had done exactly right. Then they injected tnorphino into her arm, to quiet Midas and the patient; and they said that her death was duo to heart failure. So it was. The Board of Health disinfected Midas' house—the slums took care of themselves. The clergyman said that tho girl had "faded like a leaf" and that "it was the will of God." So it was; for "Whatsoever a man sowetli, that shall he also reap."— Bolton Ilall, in Life. Kimmtology. There Is a new science, whose name is "kumatology,' and whose scope is the study of all tho waves and wave structures of the earth. Tho main idea on which it is built is that from the h'gher limits of the atmosphere to tho inner core of the earth, waves run through the entire Held of geography. Mountain folds are earth waves—the clouds are often but tho waves of the