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It is au open question at times whlcl will bo smashed, the record or the auto mobile. Pnntos-Dumont lias won tlie prize but it will be a long time before his dirigible balloon Is ready to take freight and passengers. Great Britain with her colonies owns nearly one-half of the total tonnage belonging to the marine of forty na tions, or 14,000,000 tons out of a total of 29,000,000. The Gathmann gun did not realize expectations, but no doubt some other invention will realize the. hopes of civ ilization for a more expeditious means of killing people. No sooner was the automobile exhi bition closed in New Tork City than boxes for the Ilorse Show were sold to the amount of $30,000, or SSOOO more than last year. Hoofs bold their own against wheels. The rostofiiee Department no longer regards free rural delivery as experi mental. The farmers have most en thusiastically welcomed the sendee, the demand for it Is widespread and Congress for several years has made very liberal appropriations to extend It W. T. Harris, United States Com missioner of Education, says: "The excuse for the introduction of the school garden Into the United States lies In the light of country children to get tho benefit of the educational advantages embodied In their environment" That is, things are teachers as well as books. Book knowledge at best is second-hand information. Referring to the difficulty of civiliz ing Sioux Indians, Miss Aiiuio B. Sco ville, writes: "The Government tried to civilize these Indinns by issuing wagons, and they used them to feed the ponies from; stoves, and they knocked oil tho tops and used them over the camp-fires;'cows, and the In dian saw In them what he bad In tho buffalo—meat—and ate them np." A fact indicative of the groat prog ress higher education in America lias made within the last generation is that of 7909 persons named in "Who's Who" who furnished personal data, 5480 were graduates of colleges or of like institutions and 80S received only common school education. We shall soon present a unique spectacle in history—a democratic nation led by men of learning. The finding of great coal beds In Alaska and of extensive deposits of asphalt in Michigan Is better than the discovery of new gold mines. Coal in Alaska is a measureable offset to the wintriness of the climate. Cheap fuel is the one thing needed to hasten the development of the mineral wealth of the Territory. The asphalt supply in Michigan, If it shall prove to be extensive, Mill hardly be a loss wel come contribution to tho need of the country. The asphalt supply of tho world that is readily accessible for com mercial purposes has fallen largely Into the hands of a few owners. If we can get it as near at band as Mich igan we shall care less for the outturn In Trinidad and Venezuela, and per haps we can expect to have>our streets paved at n more moderate cost, ob serves the Philadelphia Record. "it is a very unique but most valua ble pamphlet, and is worth fifty timc9 Ihe selling price. Every Afro-American of race pride, and every patriotic Ameri can should buy one," and retain it in their homes as an ornament, as the cause which it is sold for is a good one. Stations on the Russian Railway tn Manchuria are placed 18 miles apart without rcforence to the location of towns. THE T>ME THAT'S LOST IN WISHING. I hear folks keep a-wishm' from the early morn till late, A-wishin' they was wealthy an' a-wishin' j they was great; If stout, they'd be more slender; an' if slira, they'd be more fat— A discontented army, wishin' this an' wishin' that. An' I've done a heap o' thinkin' on the subject, first an last, Why people squirm an' fid&et in the places where they're cast; Yes, ah' wish for fields t' eonquer when they simnle duties shirk, An' the time that's lost in wishin' might be better spent in work. There's wishin' in the country for position an' renown, For wealth an' place an' power there is wishin' in the town; While the city folks, inclinin' more t' lau rel wreaths o' fame Than more prosaic objects, keep on wishin' just tne same The malady's infectious an' it deals as hard a blow T' women gowned in satin as t' those in calico; It steals as many hours from the banker as the clerk, An' the time that's lost in wishin' might be better spent in work. Folks may spend an hour thinkin' an' some good from it may come, An' hour's nap at noontime may improve your feeiin's some: An hour spent in singin may see sorrow's banner furled, But an hour spent in wishin' is a dead loss t' the world! An' so I'd have the wishin'-liours gath ered up an' spent For chunks o' perseverance, or, in other words, content; Since behind these idle hours lots o' lit tle troubles lurk, An' the time that's lost in wishin' might be better spent in work. —Roy Farrell Green, in Puck. ff* OLPp\SHiONUT jpßf i ; ' ' jr XJNT CELESTE is a quaint /\ looking, pretty little old woman, with white linlr (j" smoothed down over her ears, and strangely fashioned old gowns of antique pattern. A slim, blue-eyed, low-voiced, loving little spinster with the queer manners of an elder day and the appearance of one of those old-fashioned bisque court ladies that our mothers stood on the what-not till the rising genera tion made dolls of them and put them out of fashion by the strong hand. Even so is poor Aunt Celeste, with her antique courtliness, her gently radiant soul, and her relics of lace and flow ered silk, passing gracefully and swift ly and perhaps sadly Into the dim cor ners of the old home, where already her grand-nieces and grand-nephews are sitting in the light. When little Mario and her brother Tom came up from Boston last week Aunt Celeste made a great ado about them. She was always l'oud of chil dren, never admitting that she had a favorite, but winning them all with the pretty old stories of her girlhood and fairy tales so unbelievable that the little ones laughed until them cried over her preposterous giants and ogres. Perhaps it was because she fancied in little Marie the reincarnation of her own childhood, perhaps because of the girl's singular gentleness and grave deportment; perhaps it was he cause the poor old soul yearned at last to tell something of her own heart aches, but for some reason that doesn't matter Aunt Celeste gave little Marie the only glimpse that ever found the gray, old, simple secret of her story. They were searching her faded treas ures for scr of ribbon and lace to j . . / TnE OLD WOMAN PICKED IT UP TENDERLY adorn a doll when the child came across an old daguerrotypo of a curly haired soldier. "Who is the handsome soldier, auntie?" The old woman picked it up tender ly, wiping Its surface with her little lace handkercheif, and smiling wan ly. "And if I tell you, Marie, you mustn't laugh." "I promise, cross my heart, auntie." "It was ever so long ago, Marie, that I saw him first. We were at school then, your grandma and I, down at the old convent in Egremont. Our best friend among the pupils was Miss Hurlingham. Poor Edith, she married a soldier and died only a few years ago at Calcutta or somewhere her husband was stationed. She was an English girl, and her father was an carl or a baron, I forget which, but at any rate be was a minister at Wash ington. "It must have been just nfter the Crimean War that we heard Edith's brother Cecil, Cecil Hurlinghom, was coming to visit her. He was only a captain then, but a viscount, and you inuy be sure the convent girls wore silly enough to make a great ado about his visit. A little entertainment was planned and there was to he a lawn fete after it and though it was a most unusual thing, the good nuns finally agreed to let us have a dance in the parlors. As there were to be no gen- I tiemen present hut Captain Hurling l ham and his father, of course most of 1 the girls had to be content to choose ocfc.r girls for their partners, and then came tbe momentous question as to which of us the young soldier would select for his dancing mate. Ah. lit tle one, we were all very giddy and Billy In those old days. "I remember quite well what a gal lant young fellow he looked that even ing when he came across the lawn be tween the old lord and Edith, lie wore the uniform of an English officer, such a merry, boyish gentleman that I'm afraid everyone of us fell in love with him." "You, too, auntie?" "Ah, well, honey, I thought him the finest, handsomest, tenderost gallant possible, and perhaps my heart flut tered harder than anyone's when the time came for choosing partners. In deed, lie was a modest, winsome gen tleman, Marie," continued the old lady, absently gazing at the little pic ture, "and made a name for himself afterwards in the wars of his coun try." "But the dance, auntie?" asked tbe child. "Who was his partner in the dance?" "He chose me, dearie, he chose me." The little old woman was folding the picture away now Into an old laven der scarf. "This was the Bcarf I wore that evening, Marie." He voice was low and tremulous with the new-old memories of girlhood. She fumbled deeper into her old leather trunk and pulled out a time-stained prayer hook, within the pages of which withered flowers and scraps of writing and a few ringlets of hair made voiceless records of her youth. "This is his hair, honey," she said, holding out a yellow curl tied with a rlbhon of faded blue, "and this is his writing on this card." In the nervous, thin hand was a bit of paper Inscribed, "A heart token for my Celeste from Cecil." It was in boyish scrawl, and little Marie read it over and over before she asked: "Is this the token, this card?" "No, no, dearie. The token was a ring, a gorgeous ring with a diamond and some rare pearls in the setting." "May I Bee the ring, auntie?" "Bless you, little sweetheart," smiled tlie old lady, putting away her treas ures with reverent, trembling hands. "I wish you might see It, but I sent it back to him. You know I was only a schoolgirl, a child then, and the good nuns made me send it back. And so I sent it back; I sent it back, Marie, but I kept the little card. lie was a good and gracious soldier." "And is that all you know about him, auntie?" "That's all."—John 11. Itaftery, in the Chicago Reeord-llerald. Panic About Logs.' Another sensational scientist has scut out a wild alarm that means sleepless nights for the nervous. This reckless distributor of terror is Pro fessor Y'ung, of the University of Guef, Switzerland, who announces that in a million years, or even less, we human beings will have no legs. He has discovered that men are de veloping a marked disinclination to "personal locomotion"—or, to put it in plainer English, to walking—for the reason that trams, motor cars and trains take them about with greater comfort and rapidity. A man engaged in the manufacture of trousers has called upon us and ex hibited symptoms of grief and alarm at the thought that soon there may lie no leg for him to clothe, and a maker of boots panic stricken, has asked for the latest news about feet. In the meantime he lias curtailed his personal expenses and thought out a plan to convert his business into a limited liability company and unload the risk of a legless era upon the lay public. In a day not so very far distant, Pro fessor Yung opines, man will be noth ing but brains and arms. There will be neither trousers nor boots to him, nothing to which to attach them. lie will resemble the monkey even more than he does now, if possible, and lie will swing himself from house to of fice 011 rings specially suspended for the purpose, his fast disappearing legs waving uselessly in the breeze neith er serviceable nor ornamental.—Lon don Express. lioman Itemalnß in London. As a result of the extensive excava tions which have recently been made in London Wall, says a London spe cial In the Paris Messenger, several Roman coins were brought to light They consist of two specimens of An toninus Pius (second brass) who died in A. I>. 101; one Trajan (also a sec ond brass), who flourished about the same time; Postuiuus (first brass), who was assassinated about the year A. D. 2GS, and a Vespasian (second brass), tlie date of which would be between the years A. D. 70 and 70. It is an interesting fact that a large number of the coins of Postunius were evidently restruek, as they still retain on their surfaces some traces of the effigies of preceding rulers, a circum stance which is believed by numus matists to show that he hastily re stamped with his own portrait a part of the current coin of the empire. Mere Opinion. We can forgive a man for a good many other shortcomings if wo know he is a slave to the bathing liabit. It is hard to imagine anything any more contemptible than tlie man who liowls when he is beaten at his own game. A woman will dress for three hours to appear for twenty minutes at a re ception, nud never notice the waste of time. They say a bad boy may develop into a useful man, but mcst of us are will ing to have good boys and hope for the best. Anyone can be the foolish half of a genius.—Chicago Record-Herald. P.Df\£N VM MO URL Winter in the Sierras. The pines are black on Sierra's slope, And white are the drifted snows; The flowers arc gone, the buckthorn bare, And chilly the north wind blows, The pine-boughs creak, And the pine-trees speak A language the north wind knows. There's never a track leads in or out Of the cave of the big brown bear; The squirrels have hid in their deepest holes, And fastened the doors with care. Tlie red fox prowb. And the lean wolf howls As lie hunts far down from the lair. The eagle hangs on the wing all day, On the chance of a single kill; The little gray hawk hunts far and wide Before he can get his fill. The snow-wreaths sift, And the blown snows drift To the canyons deep and still. —Mary Austin, in St. Nicholas. Volunteers on tlie Ice. DuriDg tlie severe frost of ISGO a number of Lincolnshire Volunteers con ceived the hnppy thought of carrying out their drills on tlie ice, says an English magazine. Three companies of them accordingly put on each man his skates and met at Stamp End Lock on the Witliam Itiver, December 29. Here they performed the movements of their drill as firmly and precisely as on land. Then, rites in hand, they skated in fours to Boston, keeping time and step with remarkable skill. Other musters took place, all success fully carried through. The men could do the march past in line and in col umn and at tlie double excellently, the only thing that troubled thein being the "marking" of time. Habits, Ned was watching grandpa put on his shoes. "Why did you turn 'em over to shako 'em before you put 'em on?" he asked. "Did I?" said grandpa. "Why, yes, 3*oll did; but I didn't see anything come out. I have to shake the sand out of my shoes 'most every morning." Grandpa laughed. "I didn't notice that I shook my shoes, Ned; hut I got in the liahit of shaking my shoes every time before putting tliem on when I was in India." "Why did 3*oll <lo it there?" "To shake out scorpions or centi pedes or other vermin that might be hidden in them." "But 3*oll don't need to do it here, for we don't have such tilings." "I know, hut I formed the habit; and now I do it without thinking." "Habit is a queer thing; isn't it?" said Ned. "It's a very strong thing," said grand pa; "remember that, 1113* Ilo3'. A habit is a chain that grows stronger every day, and it seems as if a had habit grows strong faster than a good one. If 3*oll want to have good habits when you are old, form tliein while you are young, and let them bo growing strong all the while 3*ou live."—Ma3*llower. An Intelligent Poodle. "Have animals reason?" was one of the questious raised 113* Lord Avebury in an interesting address given at the London Institution, and certainly it seems hard to deny to the intelligent poodle Dan, with whom Lord Avebury experimented, some glimmering of the faculty which is said to separate men from brutes. Dan was able after a time to distinguish between tlie num ber of cards inscribed with such sug gestive words as "Food," "Tea," "Water," and when lie required any thing, to bring the right card. Lord Avebury thought it was hardly possi ble to study closely communities of ants without allowing that they were possessed of reasoning powers in some degree and even of moral feeling. On the other hand, the processional cater pillar appears to he an insect of a very low order of intelligence. Processional caterpillars when out for an expedition weave a thread, by which the 3* find their way hack, and a small party was lured by an ingenious scientist up a flower pot, and round the top. He then cleared away the ascending thread, and for eight days did those caterpillars walk round and round the lop of the flower pot, following the circular thread which remained, until they dropped o.T from fatigue and ex haustion.—London Chronicle. A Mean Advantage. A story is told of a boy named Jack, who was quite naughty ill school and wns frequently punished. One day the teacher decided to ask tlie princi pal to whip Jack. So she gave Jack a note to the principal, written thus: "Dear Mr. Smith: Please give a thorough whipping to tlie bearer." It happened that a German boy, who had recently entered the school and knew very little English, was passing through the hall just as Jack was re luctantly approaching the principal's office. "Hello. Fritz." said Jack, suddenly, as a bright idea occurred to hiin. "Say, Fritz, take this in there, please," pointing towards the office door. "Yes," answered Fritz, who was glad to lie of use tc some one else. So into the office went Fritz with an innocent air. What was ills astonish ment to find himself collared by the principal,and to see a stout rod brand ished over his head. "Ach, 110, no!" cried lie, but, nlns! he eouid not explain in English and tile principal understood 1:0 German. So poor Fritz was soundly thrashed, and not until tlie next day did the princi pal learn hid mistake. " ■lor i lEßKKvYjflj^ irI 1 | How III© Ninth's Heroes Fell. TT" MONO the recent arrivals on /\ the Empress o£ China from the Orient was Lieutenant F. ( P. Allison, of the United States Navy, who was on his way home from Manila. Speaking of the massacre of the members of the Ninth Infantry In Sa mar, he said the natives had grown to like the negro troojjs, and when tlie Ninth arrived. It was thought the same friendly feeling would be shown to them, and the guard was not as strictly kept as It otherwise would have been. The night before the massacre the village president went to Captain Cou ncil and before the padre declared that it would take 101) more bombres (na tive laborers) to do certain pioneer work, and he had not sufficient. Captain Council said: "Do the best you can. Get any native who will work, but clear away the underbrush." "Just after daybreak." continued the Lieutenant, "natives with bolos to cut underbrush began coming into camp. Then the massacre began. The last underbrush man killed the sentry; the church bell rang; the soldiers were at breakfast below the floor that held their arms. The insurgents divided, half going upstairs and shooting down and the other half going into the mess room and murderiug the unarmed sol diers. "Not one of the survivors turned his back upon the scene until all was lost, their officers fallen, their comrades slaughtered and a terrible vengeance executed upon the enemy. Then they saved themselves and their wounded mates. "Captain Council apparently was awakened in bis quarters by the at tackers pouring in. He jumped from the window, but his guards had all been slaughtered. He was struck down by many bolos almost as soon as he reached the ground. The assassins hacked his body into bits, severing the head, upon which they piled paper and wood, setting them on fire to render the face unrecognizable. The body, however, was identified by Lieutenant Drouillnrd's detachment, which came down from Basey. "The bodies of Lieutenant Bumpus and the doctor were found upon a bridge leading up to the quarters over a little stream. The Lieutenant had a bolo cut horizontally across the fore head, amost severing the top of the head, and a deep gash down each side of the face. The doctor's body was not so badly mutilated. "Separated from their weapons, most of the rank and file fought like heroes with table knives, stones, clubs and such rude weapons as chance threw in their way. It was a bitter fate that befell those who closed with the Amer icans before they received their death wounds. Some of the native dead were burled by their own crew before they fled, but Colonel Derussy or dered 100 more to be thrown into a trench. "A rifle in the hands of the first ser geant of the company did terrible exe cution. The sergeant, who is now in the Tocablnu Hospital, killed tile faith less president, who led the attack. With six men ho fought his way to the headquarters building to try to rescue some of the meu. Despite the mad rushes of the savages that sur rounded them, they were able to se cure the post colors. Then they cut their way back to the beach, where another little knot of comrades were defending the barotos and their wounded companions." Aii Hour's Struggle For Life, In 1818 Lord William Pitt Lennox sailed for Canada In the frigate Iphl genln. Just before 8 o'clock one even ing, under a freshening breeze, there came the cry, "Man overboard!" "Clear away the cutter!" cried Lieutenant buoy, ordered the first lieutenant to take enre of the ship, and in another instant went overboard himself after the drowning man. The frigate was going rapidly and the wind was high. In a few mo ments the heads of the struggling men were out of sight. The cutter dropped astern, shipped a sen, and disappeared in the darkness. For not Inly was night coming on, but a dismal cloud, which had been all day approaching, obscured what twilight was left. The glass was falling, and it was evident from all signs that a dirty night was coming on. The two 'men had not appeared. Ev ery man on hoard was straining his gaze to windward. An hour passed, an hour that seemed like an age, when suddenly there came a voice from un der'the lee, "Stand fast! Heave us a rope!" There was the cutter with the half drowned sailor, the lieutenant, the crew, life-buoy and all. They wore soon on deck, and there the lieutenant told his story. "The sea broke over us, and do what we would we couldn't reach the life buoy. Simeoe was too much disabled to swim, for he had struck his head in falling, aud besides that, the ship had gone clear over him. He never attempted to touch tue, and when he got too weak even to struggle, he blessed me, and said, "Try to save yourself.' "I let him go, struck out for the buoy, reached It, and with the other hand grasped for Slmcoe, for now he was literally sinking. "I caught his hair and pushed the buoy against his breast. He clutched it, and with my help got his hend high enough for breathing. I strained my eyes for the boat, but I could not see it. Suddenly there was a sound of oars In oarlocks. I cried out with all my might. " 'Where, sir, where?' I heard one of the sailors call from to windward. 'Dead to ,' but I was immersed be fore I got out the word 'leeward.' " 'Where, sir, where?' came the voice. " 'Leeward!' I roared. "They backed down on us, and we were dragged in. It semeed as if we had been centuries away from the ship." Illtclicd Sclioolhoua© to a Tree. A special from Harrison, Nob., says V an extraordinary incident of the White ' River floods developed there when Miss t Lizzie Cottman saved thirteen children " from drowning. Incidentally it may be mentioned that the daring woman also saved Schoolhouse 10 for tho Sioux County taxpayers. The building, a small wooden affair, occupied a small glade 100 yards from the banks of the White River. The stream had reached the proportions of a torrent because of the melting snow and rain. Gradually the water backod into the ravine and when Miss Cott man arrived tho school children were making merry in the building, which was nearly surrounded by a thin sheet of water. An hour later Miss Cottman was frightened by hearing the water pass ing under the house with a roaring sound, which gradually increased. The land was twenty feet away, and tho water there waß deep. The girl at first concluded to wait for some pass ing farmer. None came, and in an hour she felt the building shaking. The supports were giving away. Then she sprang into the water after making the children promise to wait Inside. The little ones pressed their faces against the window and screamed as they saw their teacher battling with the flood. Miss Cottman found the water near ly over her head but she got through to dry land. Then she grabbed a horse which one of the children had ridden to school. From a stable she took a rope and leading tho horse back plunged again into the torrent. The rope she fastened around the horse's neck and the other end she made fast to tho doorjamb of the building. By this time the building was float ing and ready to drift oil into the flood. It required desperate work to swim the horse back to the shore and Miss Cottman was forced to holds its head above water to keep it from drowning. The animal dragged the building close to shore and it was tied , to a tree and the children sent home. Adrift Two Days on a Capsized Boat. W. J. Harper, a pioneer resident of Cockburu Island, now residing at Tlies salon, had a terrible experience last week. He was crossing from Thessalon to Lktle Coburu in Ills sailboat, when la squall capsized the boat. Ho suc ceeded in getting upon the bottom of the boat, and for two days and two nights drifted helplessly, the water at times washing over hiui, and once lie fell asleep and fell overboard, losing his hat. After more than tlfty hours the boat touched Grant's Island, uud Mr. Harper crawled ashore. He lived on wlntergreeu berries, strawberry leaves, hlrcli buds, etc., for several days, when a party of Indians coming from John's Island camped on Grant's Island, and found Mr. Harper almost exhausted. They carefully nursed him, poulticed his feet, which were blue and numb, and nfter twenty-four hours brought him to Thessalon on the 7th, just one week from tho day of his departure. Meantime the peo ple of Thessalon, fearing some disas ter, had sent out two tugs and bauds of meu to scour the islands in the vi cinity. Mr. Harper carried the mail between Cockburu and Thessalon for some years, a most perilous undertaking, and on two former occasions nearly lost his life. He lias come tlirougi tills terrible experience very well, ana will soon be around as usual.—Toronto Globe. llorte a Moose Into a Lake. A party of prominent railroad officials, of St. Paul, Minn., while hunt ing in the woods surrounding Cuss Luke, a country abounding with deer, suddenly came upon a splendid speci men of the moose, nenr the fringe of . the wood. The moose emerged fromj it a tamarack swunip, and as soon as he * caught sight of the hunters, four in number, he charged them. They dropped their guns and ran pell-mell for shelter. The only refuge was tile braehes above them, and up into a tree each climbed. H. l'arkhurst, of the Minne apolis office of the Great Northern, did not hide himself and tlie moose charged the tree, butting it furiously. In fright l'arkhurst dropped onto tlie back of the moose, clinging tightly. The moose at once started off. Parkhurst's clothes were torn and his flesh bruised by the wild ride to tlie lake. He attempted to dismount, but was unable to do so. The moose dashed over the frozen edge of the pond aud plunged into the water, which was icy cold. l'arkhurst floated off the animal's back aud with' difficulty swam to the shore, where his friends took him in charge.—Chi cago Inter-Ocean. V.'ater sufficient to cover one acre oiivVv inch deep will welch 101 tons.
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