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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
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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.