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Pa, as Second-Class Matter, Make all money orders, oheake. eiQ. jtayabli 10 the Tribune Printing Company, Limited. ,'rlinos Confessed During Sleep. Criminologists say that the greatest terror that afliicts the criminal is sleep An untold number of crimes have been confessed by their perpetrators during sleep. Many years ago a common lodging house was the scene of a sleeping crim inal's confession. The room was occu pied by himself and one other, a young sailor. While the sailor was lying awake he suddenly heard a curious and ghastly laugh issue from his room companion's lips. The laugh was fol lowed by a long and rambling descrip tion of a murder he had committed, horrible In its details. The sailor crept downstairs and informed the landlord of what had occurred. The latter at once summoned a policeman, who recognized the sleeper as the man "wanted" for the crime in question. At the trial which followed he was found guilty and sentenced to death. In Prussia the husband of a certain attractive young woman had vanished in a mysterious manner from his home and all attempts to trace his where abouts failed completely. Meantime a neighbor called Schmidt, who had been devoted to the young wife before her marriage, reappeared on the scene and paid her assiduous attentions. So suc cessfully did he press his suit that within a year of his rival's disappear ance the woman consented to marry him, and they were united at the par ish church. On the second night following the wedding tho newly made bride lay awake, unable to slumber. Presently there came a gurgling cry from the sleeping form beside her, and a mo ment later the man leaped from his bed and in a loud voice proclaimed that he had killed the missing husband and had buried the body in a neighbor ing wood. The wife drank in the confession, and in the morning carried the story to the police bureau. The place named by the sleeper was searched and, sure enough, the body of the vanished man discovered t.her SET EXAMPLE FOR THE MEN. Bow a Philippine Woman Crossed a River in I'unny. Just beyond San Pedro we came to the Sibalom River, the bed of which is a mile wide, covered with big and lit tle bowlders, and here and there a awift running stream. The main river is probably two hundred yards wide and is easily forded, except aft*rr a heavy rain, when it rises rapidly and he; •ornes a raging torrent. It usually subsides in a few hours after the rair las ceased to fall. When the river is till many people gati/er on either bank to await an opportunity to cross. Our treasurer was once sitting on the banks with a lot of natives waiting for the river to subside, and had been there, wet. hungry and tired, for hours pray ing to get across. The river was boil ing and foaming and no one dared make an attempt to cross. Presently an old woman came along, took a look at the river, gave a contemptuous glance on the manly sex there gathered and then walked up the bank about a hundred yards, where she stripped oft her clothing. She made a careful bun dle of ail her belongings, raised them above her head and enter ;d the stream. The water was over her head, hut she made no attempt to swim. She would sink beneath the water until toe? touched a bowlder and would tl :i give W jump The current would give her a 3ft and send her diagonally down the stream a few yards. She kept repeat ing the operation until at la3t she hao reached the other hank, far below where she had started. She waded out with her bundle perfectly dry, donned her clothes and vanished through the thicket.—From a Panay Letter in the Mobile Register. To Divert Immigrants to the South. It is the general lCuropean idea that Germany will, as a matter of gov ernment policy, endeavor to divert tho stream of migration from North Amer ica to certain portions of South Amer ica and in some quarters it is thought that Venezuela and Colombia, with their immense territories, scanty pop ulation and undeveloped resources, would afford Germany a better oppor tunity than any other part of the world for colonization with a view to tho future extension of the German em pire. It is pointed out that a large iniiux of population might in the course of time gain the balance of power In these two Republics, ex hausted as they are by interna) strife. i THE ADOPTION OF ROSY. J . t 6 By Rose Willis Johnson. S "Glum" Halleck sat in his usual attitude 011 the crumbling stone wall which separated his land from the parsonage. His shotgun rested care lessly between his knees. He was not a hunter —he never hunted; but when he sunned himself on the wall it was not prudent for a rabbit to rise on its haunches and look at him. He never fired at birds. They seemed to know this, and hopped fearlessly above him among the branches. Today they were holding carnival there; the sunshine lay warm on the wall, the scent of clover made the air sweet. There was the road, a wind ing dusty ribbon; beside it the pink capped sea of clover, and beyond, a flash of blue where the Ohio turned from the town. Why did he love the gap. the dusty country road, the crumbling wall with its patches of ivy? Perhaps be cause these things limited his desires. Through the gap, years ago, a pretty young bride had walked with him. Soon she had died and he had been "Glum" llalleck ever since. He was a hardworking man, as the village ad mitted; hut he had his days of indif ference, when he sat at the gap, made whistles, shot at marks, and sul lenly refused to recognize chance passers-by. Today his solitude was broken. The rattling of a detached bit of masonry caused him to turn and behold a small girl laboriously clambering to a seat beside him. dragging after her a large, meek eat. She was bareheaded, bare fcoted, clad in 3ober brown. Settling herself demurely, she drew up the dangling pussy, and slouched over in comical imitation of Halleclt's stooped posture. "Hello!" he said, "Who are you?" Not a word answered the intruder. She hugged her cat and stared into space. Looking more closely, he saw undrled tears on the brown cheeks, an occasional tremor of the set mouth. He spoke more gently: "What do you want, sissy?" Still she did not reply. Halleck shrugged his shoulllers. "Oil, well!" he growled. "Cat got your tongue? You bother me—better run home!" But she did not run home. She sat (here; they sat there together, and ignored each other. By and by Hal leck got down crossly, and went tow ard the house. Then the child got down and followed him, half dragging, half carrying the cat. "Look here!" he demanded, fierce ly. "What do you want?" Terror loosed her tongue. "Noth ing!" she gasped, strring at him help lessly. "Don't whip me! I'm —Rosy." He began to understand. It was Art well's Rosy, the village problem. They had buried Artwell, and were now dis cussing tho disposal of his orphan ba by. The minister had held out a finger to her after the funeral. "I'm afraid I can't keep her for good," he said. "You know what up-hill work it is for me. But she Is so little and helpless, surely some of you can save her from the poorhouse—some of you childless ones! Think it over and see what you can do. In tho meantime I'll give her her bowl of porridge." But Rosy did not take kindly to the porridge or to the parsonage. There were children there who stared at her and teased her cat. From the gate she could see Halleck on the wall, and in her childish way she had gone to sit beside him. "So you are Rosy!" he said. "What are you aiming to do with yourself, any way? What business had you to be born, without a dollar ahead to grow up on? The parson don't want you, and the big ones don't want you, and I don't want you! What are you aiming to do with yourself?" Rosy looked down. The sparkle in here eyes suggested intelligence, de spite the slow-moving tongue. "The old lady has supper about ready," he added. "Did you want to visit me?" Without a moment's hesitation, tha plump, brown fingers clasped his. So ka solemn, silence they entered the kitchen. There the religion of cleanliness made itself felt. Rosy sat down con tentedly in the chair that Halleck hail used as a small boy, the pride of hi's mother's heart. It had never been removed from its favored corner. Now as his mother turned from the stove, her tired face paled. "Why!" she faltered. "Why, who is this, Davy?" He tried to frown. "It's that bit of a youngster —the Artwell kid. She has —sort of adopted me." A moment Mrs. Halleck hesitated; then she stooped to the taciturn ba by. 'Poor thing!" she said, impulsive ly. "Poor little thing!" Supper was eaten in the usual sil ence —cheerful conversation had per ished with that young life that failed. Artwell's Rosy ate her bread and but ter in the old high chair by his moth er's side, a blue mug and painted plato before her. It was on his ltpa to ask for what reason these relics were resurrected, but he held his peace. Still he looked at them curi ously, something tugging at his heart; and at times it was a chubby, flaxen haired boy he saw in place of the stoical baby. After supper the quiet little guest played on the floor, while Mrs. Hal leck "tidied up." The child gathered about her sundry little odds and ends and constructed a playhouse. Then she began to whisper to herself, and once she laughed—a natural, sponta neous, quickly suppressed outburst. When the lingering sun had quite dropped behind the parsonage hill and the frogs began to croak in the marshes, Halleek raised his head. "Here, you!" he said, surlily. "Get your cat ana start!" Rosy got up, dismayed. The bits of broken crockery tumbled from her lap, and in the darkening brown eyes silent tears gathered, "O, Davy," Mrs. Halleek remon strated, "don't frigliTen her! It is get ting dark now. Come, mother will go a piece with you. Get your kitty. Rosy." She obeyed silently, pulling the cat from under the stove by the tail. The cat offered no resistance, but pressed its big head close to her cheek and purred affectionately. Halleek watched the three—his mother, the dangling cat, the brown baby—disappear be hind the dogwood thicket; and the old ache of bereavement ate fiercely at his heart. "If Min had lived —" he thought, and hid his face in his hands. Mrs. Halleek and Artwell's Rosy went lingeringly through the soft twi light. It was so pleasant in the out door world! Mrs. Halleek liked to hear the frog choyus, watch the fire flies, feel the cool air upon her face. "Let me carry pussy," she sug gested. "He won't scratch, will he? He looks so gentle—such a nice kitty! What do you call him?" "No, he won't scratch. He's my cat —father gave him to me. so he did. He's Puff. You can hold him a while. Don't you wish he was your cat?," "Certainly. He Is a nice cat—a pretty cat." As he was transferred Puff showed no concern fcrther than to cease his purring. "I guess you are lonely without your father, and miss him very much. So you love Puff, and pet him a good deal. He is a fine cat. Are they going to keep you at Br. Willett's?" Rosy shook her head. "I love you," she said, succinctly. "I love him. I'm goin' to stay." "But I can't take you, dear! My hoy won't let you stay. You mustn't come hack any more. He won't like it if you do." She was certain the child uhder stood. and apprehensive of no further trouble, kissed her kindly at the par sonage gate. But the next morning, rising late—it was Sunday—she saw, on opening the door, Rosy and her cat sitting on the wall. The self-invited guest trudged into the kitchen. "Well. I'll be blessed. ' Halleck withdrew his head from the towel and stared. "You little Imp, what did you come back for? Get out, now. One—two—three —quick! One —two —" But the little chair in the corner was occupied, the cat under the stove, and the man's brawny arm dropped helplessly. "I'll be—blessed!" he re iterated, and resumed his toilet. The child ate her breakfast as she had done her supper, in Halleck's high chair from the painted plate. And Puff had his saucer of milk under the stove. Then Rosy elaborated her playhouse in the corner, while Mrs. Halleck went about her work in perplexed silence. When she had finished, she put on her bonnet and clean apron. "Come!" she called, holding out her hand. "Come, you must go back over there. I can't possibly let you stay, dear. Get your kitty and come. You mustn't run away any more. I dare say Mrs. Willett is very uneasy about you." Mrs. Willett was not uneasy; she had not missed the child. She had seven children of her own, and mani fold duties to perform. Taking the truant in charge, she chid her. "You mustn't run off. Rosy!" sho said. "You might get lost; something dreadful might happen to you." Then turning to Mrs. Halleck, she added. "Mr. Willett will have to turn her over to the town. I don't think any one here wants her. He should have done so in the first place—but there! You know Mr. Willett! I should think—" and the minister's wife looked wistful —"you might find her company!" Mr 3. Halleck flushed painfully. "Davy doesn't like children," she fal tered. "It's it's quite out of the question! And I must beg you not to let her bother him any more." Mrs. Willett sighed. "I'll try not to. I'll watch her. And something shall be done for her at once. I suppose she can be nut in the poorhouse —but it is too bad!" "Yes, it is too bad," Mrs. Halleck ad mitted. In her heart she knew it was very bad. She was desperately lonely sometimes. The gruff, harsh,, selfish man. who seldom spoke save to give commands, was not the son of whom she had dreamed. "I declare!" she said, rising hur riedly. '"I shall be late at meeting, and I'm detaining you. Good-by. I hope you'll—do something for the lit tle one. Good-by, Rosy. You mustn't come back to my house any more — mind!" After the service Mrs. Halleclc started home byway of the gap. There she came upon her son and Rosy and the cat. "Well," said Halleek, angrily, "she's come back! I haven't spoke to her. You can. You can tell her to light out." Rosy got down obediently at a mo tion from her friend. Her little face shouldn't she sit on the wall with the man and watch the crows? Why should he be angry and stamp his foot at her? She laid hold of Mrs. Hal lock's dress, and kept close to her on tlio way to the houso. "I told you not to come back," Mrs. Halleek said, when they were alone. "Didn't I, Rosy?" The perplexity of the small face changed to sorrow. "You are a troublesome baby. And if you don't mind what is said, they will send you off to the poorhouse." Without warning, down went Rosy on the grass, and the wails of broken hearted childhood rent the air. Mrs. Halleek stood above her, per plexed. "Rosy!" she said,presently; "Rosy!" "Yes, ma'am," sobbed the stricken child. "What do you want of us?" "I want to love you," came the an swer. Mrs. Halleek sat down on the grass, took the child in her lap and rocked silently to and fro. Just then her son passed, unnoticed. Something in the sight checked his irritated steps; something in the droop of the thin arms, the faded cheek against the round.tinted tear-stained one. A world of helpless loneliness expressed itself in the posture. "Why, she's old!" he thought. "And she's coddling the child; she wants to keep it!" He walked on to the clump of lilacs near the door. His brows were knit, his hands shut tightly. Then the pow er within, the spirit of darkness which prompts the cruel word, the brutal deed, turned him short about and brought him back to> 'be woman and the child, still on the grass in a close embrace. Yes, she was old, and she wanted the child, but it did not matter. He took the little one fiercely by the shoulder in a grasp that swung her clear of the protecting arins; and shaking her, he set her down. "Now you clear out!" he command ed. "If I ever catch you this side the gap, I'll —" The threat left all possibilities open. The little seeker of love fled from be fore his face. At a little distance Puff stood on the defensive, with tail erect and wav- I ing. Halleclc flung a clod which nar- s rowly missed its mark; then he turned i to his mother. She stood in a deject- ' ed attitude, the slow tears running i down her cheeks. "There!" he said, gruffly. "I reckon that will settle Willett's little game, i If be aims to foist bis beautiful plan s of benevolence on to my shoulders I i guess he'll change his mind! 1 shall I report this pauper at headquarters in i the morning, and see if the community I has to be pestered any longer. And— Willett needn't apply to me when the church needs money!" j Mrs. Halleek did not answer. Long | submission had made revolt impossi- j ble. She went silently to the kitchen, | and set out the food prepared the day j before. Then she and her son ate to- , gether—still in silence. It was always thus, but today a ] new element entered in. Each was subdued by a discovery. The woman had learned that her Davy was coarse t and brutal, and the man had learned that his mother was old and in need ; of love! Furtively he studied her face and . figure line by line. The cheeks had , faded, the brown eyes had lost their , laughter, the worn hands their dimples. His glance rested on the little chair in the corner. He remembered a day when she had brought in a manikin molded of butter and set it on the table, pretending to be indifferent, but delighting in his delight. Then, laugh ing, she had picked out the clove eyes and given them to him, because she knew his fondness for cloves. "You shall have the top of his head, too!" she had cried, buttering a slice of bread. And then the two hail laughed, so foolishly and happily, just because they were all the world to each other! Now Halleek drew his shirt sleeve roughly across his face. "It's mortal hot!" he grumbled. "There's storm in the air. I don't believe I'd go to Sunday-school, mother if 1 were you. You might get caught. You ain't as spry as you was the day—you first put them little buff linen breeches on me, and we went to meetin', and raced the storm, and beat." She loosed up amazed. "I —I re member the breeches," she faltered. "I sat up the night before to make , them for you. You looked so sweet! You were always a pretty child, Davy. Folks don't dress little boys that way now, but 1 think they used to look natural and wholesome-like." "You made the stuff yourself," he said. "I watched you. You've worked pretty hard in your day, I guess. You don't feel any too limber these times, either. If Min had lived —" He stopped, and she looked blindly into her plate, trembling. When life is almost done, all one asus is that its Berviee be remembered. He was remembering! Out of sorrow and loneliness sprang a sudden joy. The faded cheeks blossomed anew, tbe sacred fire rekindled in her eyes. "Don't hurry your dinner." How gently he spoke! "I'll just step out and see that things are snug. We're going to have a regular pour down! We'll—why, good evenin', Mis' Wil lett! Come in! The storm is on us!" Little Mrs. Willett fluttered in, as if blown by the gale. Her face was troubled and anxious. "Well, the land!" Mrs. Halleek pushed her neighbor into a chair. "Who'd have thought of seein' you in the teeth of a storm?" "I was so uneasy I had to come," • said the visitor. "It's that dreadful baby! She isn't at the parsonage, and I suposed she had run away again, but I wasn't sure. If anything were to happen to the little thing—" Halleek paused in the doorway. "Not at your house? I started her back an hour ago!" "She didn't come." A curious pallor crept over the man's face. He shut his lips together. "I'll look after her," he said. "Stay here with mother. Mis' Willett." Ho went headlong down the path, looking right and left as he ran. For the first time since his wife's death, he found himself praying: "My God, help me find the baby!" At the parsonage the children were scouring the premises unsuccessfully, their father's absence adding to the general dismay. Back Halleck hur ried, still praying: "Help me, my God, help me!" Turning his face to the wind, he started for the cemetery. Perhaps tne little outcast had remembered her father's burial. Breathlessly he fol lowed his heart's leading, until he stumbled over an object at his wife's grave—stumbled and fell to his knees. The object got up, holding desper ately to a frightened cat that clawed and struggled. "Don't whip me!" the object plead ed. "I'm Rosy!" "I won't," said Halleck, taking her and the cat in his arms and soothing them as the storm burst. "Don't be afraid, either of you. I'll be good, Minnie —I'll be like you! Don't cry, Rosy! Put your arms tight around father's neck—that way. Be still, kit ty! There—close, it will be over soon. Father will take care of you." In the clearing shower they came dripping into the immaculate kitchen. "Hello!" called Halleck, cheerily, depositing his burden on the table. "Here she is, all right, and the cat's done swearing. Not hurt a bit. Haven't you got some of my old duds to put on her. mother? Tell Mr. Wil lett he needn't' bother any more; I've decided to keep the youngster. She' 3 yours, mother; coddle her all you want to. And," he laughed, as he shut the door, "I guess the cat can stay, too!" —Youth's Companion. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. Horses, mules and donkeys go loaded to market in Turkey, but the road is strewn with grain leaking from the old sacks, and thousands of turkeys, which may be bought at 12 cents apiece, feed on the dropping grain. In Dublin bay the little fishes are uaving a hard life, owing to numerous sharks. One, a "bottle-nose" gentle man, has been caught and it measured five and one-half feet long. Another, measuring eight feet, proved too strong for the line, which had to be cut. The chafing dish is among the most ancient adjuncts to the culinary de partment of all nations. It was in great demand at the grand feasts given by the wealthy citizens in ancient Rome. Some of these dishes have re cently been found among the ruins of Pompeii. They are of exquisite work manship. A Holyoke (Mass.) man rides a strange hobby. Though 73 years old and wealthy, he devotes all his spare time to the making of stone coffins. During the past 25 years he has made and disposed of over 100 of these, claiming that they keep the body in an excellent state of preservation long af ter burial. The two oldest secret trade processes now in existence are considered to be the manufacture of Chinese red, or ver milion and that method of inlaying the hardest steel with gold and silver, which seems to have been practised at Damascus ages ago, and is known only to the Syrian smiths and their pupils even to this day. The Rue Trouchet, Paris, which has been paved with a new glass process invented by M. Garchey, has just been opened to the public. Contrary to the expectation of many it forms an ex cellent foothold, and promises to be without dust and not to absorb waste. By the process the inventor has been enabled to utilize all kinds of glass debris The earliest known lens Is one made of rock crystal, unearthed by Bayard at Ninevah. This lens, the age of which is to be measured by thousands of years, now lies in the British Mu seum, with its surface as bright as when it left the maker's hands. By the side of it are very recent speci mens of lens which have been ruined by exposure to London's fogs and smoke. America In England. The Americanizing of one part of Lancashire, namely, Trafford Park Es tate, Manchester, is now proceeding apace. About 1000 houses, mostly of the cottage type, have been erected there and are being rapidly tenanted by artisan's who are employed or expect to be employed at one or other of the works which ar being opened in Trafford Park. The laying out of this miniature town, which has sprung into being in a phenomenally short time, in being vigorously pushed for ward. Streets are being planned on the American system, and instead of being named after tho English fashion arc being numbered consecutively as in the states. They are lighted by elec tricity, as are also the dwellings com prising this new Manchester colony. Shops retailing all hinds of goods are springing into existence here and there. Among the industrial con cerns in Trafford Park are lard refin eries, dynamo works, brick and tile works, electric light and power sup ply stations, timber yards, warehouses for cotton, etc. —Westminster Gazette. A Sure Meant*. Wigg—what is the first step to be come a successful bookkeeper? Wagg—to be a successful boofe borrower. —Philadelphia Record. PEARLS OF THOUGHT. Never quit certainty for hope. Losers are always in the wrong. The book of Maybes is very broad. Who robs a scholar robs the public. He who has but one coat cannot lend 1L A good companion makes good com pany. Belter go about than fall into the ditch. Many go out for wool and come homo ehorn. For a flying enemy make a silver bridge. The disease a man dreads, that he dies of. He who sows brambles must not go barefoot. Plow, or not plow, you must pay y your rent. When a friend asketh, there Is no tomorrow. The submitting to one wrong brings L on another. *1 Fcols make fashions and wise men follow them. Beware of enemies reconciled and-*, f' meat twice boiled. A blow from a frying pan, though it does not hurt, it sullies. —Spanish CAPACITY OF CHURCH PEWS. Coinplnlut of l>auice <" Giiriimnln uml High llnt. In,in Overcrowding. "1 regret that In most churches there is an evident disposition to stand still in the matter of seating the congrega tion," said a churchgoer. "The church usher of today may be able to seat more people than years ago, but he nas no regard for the comfort of tho stran ger within the gates. Maybe he is not altogether to blame. Maybe it is the fault, in part, of the church governors or vestry. "I am frequently squeezed into a pew built for five people, but which by crowding is packed with seven. At this season of the year men and women wear wraps to church which must be removed when the attendants enter the pew. There is no arrange ment for their wraps. "The occupants of the pew must sjt on their removed garments or hold them on their laps. Men who wear silk hats, as most men do who go to church, have no place to put their hats except under the seat. "If the service is one which requires frequent kneeling and rising, the hat. after church, looks as if it belonged to a Broadway cabby. I have had two crushed and dented within the last month. "I am free to confess that I do not know what remedy to suggest. That matter, I think, is up to the deacons, elders or vestrymen. "I see that Dr. Rainsford of St. George's is quoted as complaining that there is a falling off in church at tendance. May it not he in part due j to the lack of comfort in seating peo- - 4k pie? . The theatrical managers of the country have done better in this re spect than the churches. Because sal vation is free is no reason why a man or woman should be expected to wrinkle wraps by making cushions of them, or why a man should have his hat kicked in by the mau in the pew behind. "I should like also to say something about the woman who wears tho biggest hat in her collection to church. But that will come later. We should be grateful for the service which re quires such women to get on their knees freequently. For in that way one can occasionally get a glimpse of the chancel."—New York Sun. Hie Gnupel of llenltli. "io be healthy is the natural state, and disease is, in nine cases out of j ten. our punishment for some indis cretion or excess. "Every time we are ill It is part of our remaining youth which we squan der. Every recovery, whether from headache or pneumonia, is accom plished by a strenous effort of vitality, and is, therefore, a waste of your cap ital of life. "The best plan to avoid illness is to live regularly, simply, with a fru gality that stupid persons alone will deem painful or eccentric. "Sleep eight hours in every 24. "Ventilate the rooms you work and sleep in. Very few people, even among those who think they are well up in modern ideas, have any conception of wnat ventilation means. Even when my voice was the only thing I had in the world I slept with my window wide open, summer and winter, and never caught cold in that way. "Examine seriously your list of so cial obligations, have the good sense that there is neither pleasure nor profit in most of what you regard as ti essential in that line, and simplify your social life—simplify it all you can. "Complicated living brings worry, and worry is the main enemy of health and happiness—the one fiendish mi crobe that does more to destroy the health and happiness of mankind than any other. "Make your home a pleasant place, cherful, but well within your means " Mainly About People. Sir Henry Irvine'' Fail. Sir Henry Irving has one peculiarity that only those who are brought into the closest relations with him recog nize. This is in regard to the number of spectacles and glasses of various sorts that he always has on hand, both at the theatre and at home. At the theatre he has quite two dozen pairs cf one kind and another. He is con stantly losing and buying new pairs t of glasses, and he pleads guilty f 0 |L having 1)0 pairs at tho theatre or at home.
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