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Until within a few years Germany and France, particularly the former country, have given more attention to technical instruction than the United States. Even England, though far behind Germany in this respect, has of late shown great activity in this direction. Cotta, Saxony, has adopted an odd method of enforcing the paj'ment of delinquent taxes. A printed list of the names of the delinquents is hung in every restaurant and drinking place in the town, and those who are on it can get neither meat nor drink at these places, as the owners are under penalty of loss of license. The automobile has "come to stay." Of that there can be do doubt. And it will stay not as a tolerated evil, but as a highly prized acquisition. But, after all, automobiles—or their motor men—do not "own the earth." They must be used with due regards to the law, to the rights of other vehicles and their occupants, and to the common sense status of public highways. The highways are common roads for the general use of all. No one class of vehicle users has any right to monop olize them. And no one has a right to use them in away that will make their use by others impossible or un safe. Of course, it would be impossible to patrol every mile of road in New Hampshire, but a single man, mounted, could cover a good deal of territory If the right method were employed, and it would not take so many as would at first be supposed to cover all sections of the State where such protection is needed, reflects the Manchester Union. With an efficient body of what might be called "rural police," whether under State or County authority, life and property in the country would bo safer; there would be fewer murders, assaults, barn burnings, horse steal ings and crimes of like nature. With such a force well organized it would be almost impossible for a man to go through the State with a stolen horse, as it would be equally as hard for a man to commit an assault or murder on a country road and escape detec tion. Then, again, in tlie way of dis couraging any attempt at crime, the presence of such a force, composed of men of courage, well mounted and armed, would certainly have a deter ring effect. The Progressive Japanese. The increase of stature among the Japanese is very perceptible, and the substitution of tepid and even cold water for the hot baths among many of the people Is responsible for an in creasing floridlty of tbe complexion, says Chambers's Journal. Before tbe advent of military discipline on Eu ropean models the Japanese were nota bly the smallest necked race in the world, a firm of London collar makers with a. large trade to Japan asserting that thirteen Inches was the normal circumference of a full-grown Jap's throat. In a little over twenty years, owing to more athletic development, the average has risen an inch and a half! To athletic development should also be added greater avoirdupois, inas much as a more generous diet and ab stention from parboiling is bringing its reward in an accumulation of muscle and tissue. Strong lights, with basins of petro leum below them, are now used in France to destroy night-flying insects that injure vineyards. As many as 48GS insects have been caught in a ba sin in one night. Hoarding Houses Drlvo to Drink. George L. McNutt, the New York minister who gave up preaching to be come a workingman and live with tho poor, declares that boardinghor.se faro drives many a man to dri<.k. "It ought to be a penitentiary offense to fry v> beefsteak," he says. Now Zealand sent Great Britain 1,487.197 hundredweight of mutton, valued at 7,450, iu the course of last j car. A thousand dreams to earth have come and gone, A thousand forms, by fear or fancy drawn, Like shapes of night have faded from the dawn. A thousand creeds have held their sway on earth. Unto a thousand myths have given birth, J. liat now are food for wonder, scorn or mirth. A thousand gods have reigned their little day, And crumbled. They were fashioned out of clay, Like worn-out toj'3 they now are cast away. A thousand castles of the human mind Are wrecks with which the coast of time are lined. The rubbish of the ages left behind. A thousand systems of a thousand schools The theories of nature's hidden rules. Now seem to us the dreams of idle fools. m IS SIN months of soldiering In the Philippines had taken all tlie edge off Tom Crowdor's mili tary ardor. Iu a year the sight of a khaki uniform hurt his eyes and he began to realize that In all the world 110 village was so fair to look upon 11s Sugar Creek, 111., tho home town where "Crowder & Sons" kept store, and where tbe event of each droning day was "train time." When two years had almost passed he began to dream of swinging under the elms in the old front yard at home, and wondered ns lie nibbled at tlie ever lasting hardtack liow many pitted cherry pies lie could cat at one sitting in the dining room at home. When a young soldier's mind begins to dwell 011 the pies that mother used to make lie cannot flourish 011 salt pork. But when lie begins to decorate Ills tent wall with tho photographs of Tillle and Sue and "tho folks" he's fit for nothing but. furloughs and slclc leave, and if there's anything of tlie quitter about blm lie's iu imminent danger of forgetting to answer roll call some dark evening when the mu sic of the sea beyond tlie jungle lures him with fnlso songs of home. Tom heard the siren voice all rlglit, but lie didn't lure a little bit. His term of en- ■ llstmeut was almost at band, and he satisfied himself with blottiDg each dull day off the calendar, writing 1 doggerel verse about Tillle and male- 1 Ing himself a nuisance generally to bis 1 bunkie. He used to swear roundly that he -if " w%\ it il |pg , -; v;.;^ I 111 Still 'ffes > h : ■ • y ' ;.' ■<?? p/A M I® %"■' ]A ' / % CUT HER INITIALS ON TREES. meant to "liiko back" to Sugar Creek ns l'ast as ship and train could carry him, and hoped by all that was holy that onee he was mustered out he'd never see a soldier again. lie got to be the worst "knocker" In the com pany, and lie wrote so many letters that his comrades began to ask him why lie didn't write a few to himself. "If you got such a good homo and swell people, why don't some of 'em write to you?" sneered his tent-mate one night. "You can't lie very strong with Tillle 'r she'd write you at least once a year." Now the letter question was a sore one with Tom because nobody wrote to hint except his mother, and her let ters seldom reached lilrn during tho final months of lib; campaigning In tlie Interior. He had quarreled with his brother so many times that 110 love was lost between them, and his father didn't write for the good reason that he didn't know how. As for Tillle, the young soldier had no reason to expect letters from lier. Vv'hen lie left home she was only sixteen, and his "affair" with lier was of the longdistance, mooning, mental sort peculiar to lioys and girls just out of tlie high school. If Tom had been perfectly fair in Ills Introspection he must have admitted that there was nothing very tnngible In Ills hopes with regard to Tillle. lie told himself a thousand times tlint she was "the one girl," and coddled him self with the belief that his fealty to her was little short of heroic, and that, by some mysterious telepathic sympa thy. she must, by this time, be pining away for bis return. THE PAST. A thousand lofty sentiments expressed, To those who heard them seeming of the best, Are now forgotten or a theme for jest. A thousand books on memory have laid claim, A thousand authors through them sought for fame; To us there scarce remains a single name. The winnower of the ages thrashes o'er The harvest of a generation's lore; One grain is gathered from the thrashing floor, The rest as empty chaff, aside is cast- Oblivion's refuse, pnthering thick and fast, Chokes all the gates and highways of the past. Religions, dreams and empires all have gone, Like shapes of night that vanish from the dawn, While through the ages earth went roll ing on. He wasn't "In love" when he enlist ed, but be had her picture and his mother's, and by a natural process of longing for home he developed quite a fierce and yearning passion for Tillie. A hundred times he began a letter to her, but ho never had the nerve to send it. He cut her initials on trees, fences and tent poles and wrote her name a dozen times on every scrap of paper that he could find. He sang it. spelled It and whistled it till his soul was in a fine frenzy, and ho knew by heart the long speech of proposal that he meant to whisper into her little pink ear the first time he could get her alone In the swing or on the narrow seat of dad's spring wagon. So when Tom got back to Manila and "regular mails" he was stirred by an unreasonable hope that there would he at least one letter from Tillie. lie was disappointed but not disheartened to find nothing but three old missives from his mother, in which there was not a word of his heart's delight and a volume of motherly advice about the care he should take of himself, the things he should eat and drink, the comrades he should avoid and the prayers lie should say. Her latest let ter was full of the "time tliey would give him" when he got home, and it concluded Willi the hint of a "great surprise" that was in store for him. Of course, that put new zest into his "honing for home," and his hatred for the army rose in proportion. The whole town was at the station when Tom swuug off the train steps nt Sugar Creek. The Silver Cornet Band, with old Bill Thompson, shako and all at Its head, was standing on the platform playing, "See, the Conquer ing Hero Gomes." Great flags waved above the depot and yards of bunting stretched clear across the street from Crowdcr's grocery store to the Town ITall. Tom almost fell Into the arms of his mother. Even his brother Jim semeed to have forgotten all differ ences and hugged him. But best of nil there was Tillie, quite a woman now, prettier than ever, blushing fu riously and holding his hand as she had never held it before and holding up her radiant face to be kissed as often as lie liked. The small boys yelled "Hooray for Tom Crowder," old man Crowder shed tears of joy, promi nent citizens, wearing badges marked "Recaption," ushered the hero into a carriage, and as Tom was whisked away to the Mayor's residence for a brief carnival of speech-making and handshaking the band played "There'll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town To night." But it all semeed too long to tho re turned hero. He felt very proud and happy, of course. lie bowed to the Judge and shook hands with every body, and tried to make a speech, but all the time bis eyes were seeking Tillie and bis heart was aching for another ebanee to greet her. At last the guests withdrew and Tom and Jim and Mr. and Mrs. Crowder and— wondrous luck—Tillie ail piled into the big carriage, nnd wore driven up to the Crowder home. "And now, my son," said the proud old father, "now comes the greatest surprise of nil. Tillie, bring him out." And Tillie, all blushes, ran into the bedroom only to reappear in a mo ment with a bundle of muslin and lace that looked like a small holster. "Allow me, Tom, to introduce you to your nephew, Tom Crowder, the second." Then they all laughed and clapped their hands except poor Tom and the baby. "Whose kid Is it?" asked Tom faint ly, as his white face turned from the child's to Tillie's. "Why, it's Tillie's," laughed the mother; "Tillie's *and Jim's. They were married a year ago, but we thought we'd keep the secret a while." "We thought it'd make you home sick, mebbe," said Jim. "Do you want to hold him, Tom?" whispered Tillie, holding out the baby; "you're his godfather, you • know." Tom held his little namesake for a while, but he didn't seem to know just what to say. They laughed at him, teased him and praised him, till his mother suggested that he looked worn out and should go to bed. Tom re-enlisted last week in spite of the combined objections of Jim, Tillie and the old folks. "No use kicking about It, dad," he said. "I got the fever and I can't shake it. You don't need me in the store, an' I guess they ain't more than enough to split 'tween two families. I'll get along all right, but honest, dad, I just couldn't live here In Sugar Creek another week. Tell Tillie to write to me about the kid."—John H. Kaftery, in the Chicago Kecord-Herald. THAT COOSE WAS COSTLY. Alabama Speculators in Cotton I'ay Dear ly For Their Credulity. There is an old saying about "the goose hangs high," hut the saying has been changed a little in Selma, and they now say that "the goose came high." Last Saturday a week ago Mr. Watt Craig killed a wild goose of the pelican variety and took it to the city. It was the finest goose of that kind that had bcon killed in Selma in sev enteen years, and old weather proph- ! cts predicted at once tiiat the South j was on the eve of a cold snap, as that j kind of goose never made its appear- ] auco until about two days before a ] tremendous frost cr a freeze. This particular goose was discussed ! around Cotton Exchanges, and a good I many men worked themselves up Into ' believing the story. They argued to themselves that If a cold spell %hould come in the next two or three days, the price of cotton would jump clear out of sight, and they would reap a rich harvest on the strength of that goose. Men who are disposed to speculate do not want very much encourage ment to wade In, so they commenced to buy cotton, and pretty soon the infection spread, all on account of this | one wild goose. But the weather , turned warmer instead of colder, the ! heat became oppressive, the dust got denser, and cotton took a tumble and kept going down. The men who had bought cotton on the wild goose the ory kept getting bluer and bluer, and a well-Informed cotton man said that Watt Craig's wild goose cost Selma i cotton speculators not less than §SOOO. ! One man remarked that the next j man who came around telling a yarn j about a wild goose making It turn cold was going to get a first-class scrap on his hands, and that If such a man should go around the Cotton Ex- j change he would ho liable to be tarred j and feathered, if he escaped with his i life. The predicted cold spell came, i and not uutil the money of the bcliev- j ors in the wild goose theory had taken ■ wings and flown to parts unknown.— j Montgomery (Ala.) Advertiser. "Tho Manlftc on ll:iV.'.iliL:'-.' 1 I "What a large number of shoppers ' there are who never seem satisfied J with seeing a thing, but must needs j hold it, turn it upside down, inside j out, as tlie case may he," said a woman | yesterday. "It Is women, not men, i who are given to this bad habit of. j handling. A man will walk through ! long aisles of goods temptingly dts- | played and never venture to touch them. Not so with women. Nothing semes to escape their too eager hands, j It makes no difference whether they j intend to purchase or not, they never j seem able to resist the temptation to hold these things in their hands. Silks, I satins, laces, chhia, glass, jewels, all are one to them. The frailest, daiutl est, most perishable suffer alike. How i often must the heart of the guardian j of these beautiful things quake with j fear. Fancy the condition of a dainty | gown, a piece of lace, n delicate bit of | silk that has been fingered by liun- ; dreds of not too cleanly gloved bands. I "It Is not only the shops that suffer," j she continued, "but the homes of the j friends of these maniacs on handling. I llow often it is with a sigli of relief that a host or hostess sees guests de part, thankful at heart that some rare article of vertu lias come out whole after the careless treatment just ac corded it. It is a wise mother who teaches her children to walk into a drawing room and never by any chance to put a finger on a thing." Wedding Feeti. It is said thnt the yearly average of marriage fees received by some West End clergymen amounts to about S4OO or s3oo—a neat little perquisite, by the way. The largest fee on record Is the one paid to the Pope by the Duke d'Aosta for the privilege of mar rying his niece. At a fashionable wed ding in New York the clergyman re cently received a check for SIOOO. Tim two extremes in the case of a well known minister were a fee of SICO and a loan to the bridegroom of -slo.—Lou- I den Sunday Companion. HEARING ONE'S OWN VOICE. STaylic Tliatun Int.reitetl Speaker is Deaf to His Own Speech. "I hare ofti'n wondered if the aver age man or woman could hear their own voices while engaged In conversa tion," observed a thoughtful citizen yesterday, "and the matter seems to be open to serious question. There is an old expression used under certain noisy conditions, which runs thus, 'I couldn't hear myself talk,' and while this saying has more particular refer ence to a situation where the sounds are rioting, I am inclined to Believe that in at least fifty per cent, of the instances one is not conscious of the sound of one's voice. 1 mean by this that one is not definitely conscious of the sounds. The tones are not well defined in one's mini. Of course the waves are beating on the car drums, but I fancy if one should stop to analyze and classify the tones it would be most confusing. The man who talks idly, and who says things indifferently, probably hears his own voice. But where there is feeling, and animation, and earnestness, and what one may call soulfulness, in tiie conversation, I do not believe there is any well-defined consciousness of the sounds which fall from one's lips. There are instances, of course, when one's voice is most pleasing and soul ful, as when one sings some senti mental song, or hums a soothing tuue, or recites verse and little skits from great orations, and things of that sort. One is generally alone at such times. Yet, In instances of this sort there are certain mental associations which frequently crowd into one's mind, and much of the souud is lost in the pictures which come trooping back from some earlier time in life. I am convinced that the public speaker who handles his subject with earnestness and animation, and who believes in what he says for the sake of principle instead of building his way with bombast to high political preferment—in such a case I believe the speaker is dead to the souud of his voice. Ilis mental futilities are crowded into the idea. He slips, as it were, into the shell of his theme. Ho forgets his gestures, making them unconsciously. He does not see his hearers and wades through the storm of applause which may greet his say ing. His mind is turned back on it self, as he proceeds to apply his prin ciples to h certain series of facts. T(iis docs not happen in every in stance, for there are statesmen who talk for the sake of hearing their voices rattle against the walls of the assembly hall, statesmen who sub stitute loudness for logic and who either straddle or ignore principle for the sake of position, prestige and pelf. But I was speaking of the common run of men, the ordinary fellows of the world, and I believe we may safely figure that, in many instances at least, men and women have no well-defined consciousness of their own voice while engaged in conver sation." "Theatrical men have devised a curious way of controlling the volume of the human voice, and It has worked wonderfully well in outdoor perform ances," said a gentleman who is con nected with the West End manage ment. "Tliey use an ordinary copper wire for the purpose. We have one here at West End. In length it is suf ficient to reach across the front part of the stage, its ends touching a point directly above the two end footlights, > Wo have strung this wire across the j stage about twelve or fifteen feet ; above the footlights. There had been some complaint on the part of patrons j that they could not hear the perform- ] ers well from the scats further back: from the stage, and we concludej to try the system used by thentrl- J cal managers. Wo stretched the j wire the full length of the front of the stage at the distance ludl- 1 cated from the footlights. After put- i ting it in we began an Interesting test, j and we found tlmt the wire rea'ly iir,- j proved the ability of the auditor to hear sounds on the stage. The wire, seems to keep the sounds from scat- j terlng so much and seems to force the | voice of the singer out to the audi-; enee in a more compact and stronger j form, if I may use the expression. II nets as a sort of sounding board In some way which I do not understand! exactly. This small wire has made an ! enormous difference In the hearing I area of the pavilion, a difference of probably fifty feet or more. The voice of the singer has a clearer sound tc j the auditor, the articulation is more : distinct, the volume is greater, ami the situation is in every way im-! proved so far as the back seat 3 are i concerned. It may be that the wire : tends to bold the sounds closer to the earth by giving the waves a down j ward drift instead of permitting them to drift upward, and to grow j wider and weaker as the vibrations: spread out in a greater nil- area. This, j however, is mere speculation. We j kuow the result of the experiment, foi 1 since we put the wire where it is now j we have received hut few complaints i from our patrons."—New Orleans \ Times-Democrat. I.uku Wlnurbagn Shallow. Professor Marsh, of Wisconsin, lb speaking recently of the peculiarities of Lake Winnebago, said that it is remarkable for Its shallowness. Al though it Is almost tweuty-eiglit milet In length and ten or more miles ii width, it ha 3 a depth of only twenty five feet. This is due to the fact tha\ tile lake's oullet is constantly deepen ing and that the inlet is gradually filling its bottom with a snndy ot earthy deposit. But Winuehago's shal lowness makes it remarkably rich iu fish; Indeed, it Is one of the most pro ductive known. Shallow lakes always have more fish than deep ones, chiefly, perhaps, because there is more vege tation on the bottom of Hie shallow one. | SWAPPING CONFIDENCES. One Girl Wastes Sympathy on a Man; All } other Makes Six Men Waste Theirs. J "I'll never be even civil to a man again," muttered the brown eyed girl. i The blue eyed girl shrugged her shoulders Incredulously. "Have your unsophisticated affections been trifled | with';" "It is worse than that. A man I don't even iike thinks I am in love I with him." i "Did you give him cause?" | "Indeed, I did not. Only a conceited prig could have mistaken my con duct. You kuow, I have just returned from Cousin Nan's cottage. There was ' a bachelor next door. I don't know how long he has been a bachelor, but i long enough to be utterly selfish and ! uninteresting. lie ran in every day, nud I told Nan's husband that it was j better to bo lonely than to be bored. ~f~ j Then In some unexplniueble way I I got it inio my head that he had been ; iu love with Cousin Nan, and was still ' true to her memory." K, ! "Y'ou—a Chicago girl, and thinking that? You are queer," commenced ike - - blue eyed girl. I "I know it, but it made him interest ing. I-lis stupid expression seemed i soulful, nud when he shook hands with i Cousin Nan I fancied that I couid s;e ! a wistful expression, and when ho kissed her children I felt sure that only a strong will was keeping back Ids tears. I thought him so noble, so ! uncomplaining, and I tried to outer in to all his moods. It wasn't very thrill ; lug, but as there were' no other men around, I thought it wouldn't hurt me lo im good to him and cheer htm up as ' much as I could. We rode and walked together in sympathetic silence, and I ! felt sure that he understood, for he - told Tom that I was such a restful i girl. One evening we stood on the i porch, and I thought of tha years of loneliness before him, and my heart I ached. Picking up his hand, i held it for a second against my cheek, said r 'Good night' very abruptly, and went into the house." "No wonder ho thought that you were iu love," interrupted the biuo eyed girl. "Nonsense! If a man picked un a giri's hand she wouldn't thin : that he was iu love—she would kuow '.hat lie was simply affected by the moon or something that ho had eaten for din ner." "Of course, he proposed?" "Hardly. This story isn't in any story book. He was frightened to death and never called again. I found out afterward that he had never been in love with anyone except him self—conceited prig!" The blue eyed girl looked thought ful. "If you want to be awfully popu lar I'll toll you how if you will prom ise never to breathe It." "I'll promise anything." "WeH', I will tell you my own ex perience. Last summer there was only one eligible man at the summer re sort, and I knew that my chances for a" a good time were slim, for the other girls were younger and very attrac tive. Then some one who didn't kuow told that man that the man I was engaged to had died, and since that time I had been Indifferent to men. It was better to have him think that than to know the real unromantic truth, so I dropped several remarks which would courirm his opinion. He hadn't even looked at me before, but after that ho began studying my face, and lie thought it so wonderful the way I hid my true feelings, l'or though my heart was broken, only a very close observer would have guessed It. To malic a long story short, he decided that I was very safe for a summer girl, and he showered his attentions on mo, and I nccepted them with an I-uuderstand-you air. It worked so beautifully that I now have six men trying to malic me forget some deep, unknown sorrow, for they ail fec-l atiro that I can't fa'.l in love." "But do you think any of thain will ' propose?" "I hope not. I don't want to linve a good thing spoiled." Then the blue eyed girl began look ing over ber engagement book for the week.—Chicago Post. Tao Secretary of State's Duties* The Secretary of State's duties are more ceremonious than those of any other Cabinet member. At (lie New Year reception he presents the entire Diplomatic Corps to the President. He then returns to his own home and en tertains the corps—wit-h iis dukes, marquises, counts, viscounts, batons and other nobles—at a magnificent luncheon. With great ceremony he will from time to time personally in troduce to the President nil new di plomats accredited to this country. Ho 1 reserves one forenoon iu each week % for the reception at his office of Min isters and Charge d'Affaires. He also attends to the correspondence between the President ana the emperors, kings, sultans and other rulers of foreign States. When a royal child Is horn he frames a letter of congratulation to tlio parents. When a royal personage dies 'it is he who dispatches this na tion's formal message of condolence. A clerk Iu the State Department copies these polite missives upon large sheets of gilt-edged paper, in a faultless cop perplate hand. A messenger takes them to the White House for tile Presi dent's signature. They are then re turned to the Secretary of State, who seals them with the Great Seal of the United States.—Ladies' Home Journal. Last Year's Output of Pennies. At tiie United States minis GG,838,700 bronze cents were coined last year—a larger number than was produced Gui-a ins aiiy previous twelvemonth.— cago Clnouicic.
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