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According to the Pennsylvania Bu reau of Railways, the street railroads in the Keystone State carried during the fiscal year ending June 30th 580,054,029 passengera, and only one person was killed for every 3,000,000 persons carried. Of the 111 killed during the year 14 were employes of the corporations. The people of French Indo-China are physically so weak that scientists have been looking for the cause in the various conditions of climate, diet, etc. The conclusion is that the ab sence of phosphates in the rice diet is responsible for the physical weak ness, so the French governor-general Las ordered a cargo of phosphate to be introduced into the Indo-Chinese rice fields. In the forward step that 5s marking the advancement of womankind in many countries today, Chinese women are seeking the emancipation which means, first of all, the liberation r.f their feet. This important news comes from Madam Wu who re cently returned from a visit to her na tive land. "Small feet are no longer in fashion," she says. "When I went to China, I found that the rigid bind ing and forcing back of the growth of the feet by my countrywomen is being rapidly abandoned. China- has begun to recognize the custom as barba rous." As there are about 200,000,- 000 women in China, whose feet will, in course of time, he enlarged by this innovation, it may be well to call at tention to a prospective new outlet lor western hides. —States Success. PRIMATE OF ALL ENGLAND, b'omo Stories of the Present Archbishop of Canterbury. Many are the stories of the courage and wit shown by the present arch bishop of Canterbury, Dr. Temple, in combating the attacks of the extreme high churchmen which followed the publication of his "Essays and Re views." When he was nominated as bishop of Exeter, a writer in one of the Devon papers gave expression to the view that "the Tories disliked Dr. Temple's politics, and pretended that it was his religion they objected to." Mr. Gladstone and the queen were un moved. Protests against the conse cration were sent in by the bishops of Gloucester, Hereford, Lichfield and Lincoln. When the ceremony had been duly performed, in spite of tho vehe ment opposition of high churchmen and Tories in all parts of tho country, one church newspaper said In an edi torial jeremiad: "And so, on that darkest day in tho whole year, was per petrated the darkest crime ever com mitted in the English church!" Such a sentence as this shows to what a height tho animosity had run. Dr. Benson, the most intimate of all Tem ple's friends, thus described his bear ing during that memorable incident in Westminster Abbey: "Dear Temple's face was white as ashes, and his jet black hair and whiskers and the white and black of his robes made him look In his stillness a sad plight for a friend's eye to rest upon. His healthy bronze was quite gone, but he looked a true man." Dr. Temple's temperance agitation cxpopcd him to criticism from another source. He enjoys tell ing this story: In the west of England he one afternoon spoke at an agricul tural society's mooting—a kind of oc casion at which he was eminently at home from his knowledge of farming. But he could not miss the opportunity of giving some temperance bints and advice. He remarked, with his accus tomed grim humor, that "ho himself had never been drunk in his life." On his way homo he heard the boys in the street with the papers shout ing "Remarkable statement of tho bishop of Exeter." The headline was certainly a startling one. The bishop with some curiosity opened the paper to see what he had Raid, and found his phrase used as a special heading; "Never been drunk in his life!" —Wil- liam Durban In London Outlook. It is estimated that there are at present about 300,000 domestic ostrich es in South Africa. LIFE'S LOOM. Weaving, weaving, weaving, Time is the warp, Pulsing and throbbing, life's loom goes; Spinning, spinning, spinning, Man's deeds the woof, Quickly and busily the shuttle he throws. The little child takes up the task, As soon as consciousness begins, His tiny hands uncertain act, As merrily he heedless spins. The youth, with pride and confidence, Loud vaunts the deeds he will achieve. The future big with great events, In blazing light his name will weave. Hard pressed, besot, the man toils on, Speed by the days, the months, the years, Aghast and desperate he stands, So small his greatest work appears. With palsied hand, old age has come. Slow goes the loom Fate cuts the thread; Wide yawns the grave; the web is spun, A shroud is woven for tile dead. Tia thus through life; man spina and weaves, Until of time and deeds complete This mystic robe, his very self, Becomes for him his winding-sheet. Weaving, weaving, weaving, Time is the warp. Pulsing and throbbing, life's loom goes; Spinning, spinning, spinning, Man's deeds the woof, Ever and ever the shuttle he throws. —Harper's Weekly. fgrnmrnmrnmuq IS "Smiler" Hart's Watch as I*B Ev Pliil. More. t'JX JOHN HART, or "Smiler," as the the men called him, for his mirth-loving nature, stood In the doorway of the engine-room lounging easily against the frame set in the heavy brick walls and surveying the scene about the iron mine. It was a maze of tracks, ore trestles, coal sheds, slag dumps and ash dumps. Acres of stacked pig Iron filled one cor ner of the scene, with a Bessemer steel plant spouting flame and smoke to the right and a billet nnd Iron mill nearer on the left. Filling the greater part of the foreground were huge furnaces, with stacks carrying off the heat in long trailing blue clouds. Rehind Smiler were three vertical blowing engines, which ran continu ously all the year to make the blast. They "chugged" and jarred, nnd gave long, wailing gasps and shrieks for air. They were gigantic, old-fash ioned walking beam engines, with the steam cylinder at one end of the beam, and the air cylinder on the other, each vertical nnd twelve feet in length. Smiler, a mere boy In appearance— he was little more than five feet tail knew every part of the engines, from the thirty foot fly wheel to the smallest lover on the poppet valve gear. Amid the noise he could Infallibly detect any thing gone wrong by the unaccustomed sounds. As Smiler stood resting Ills eyes from watching the dizzying, revolving spokes, a piece of coal struck the ground In front of him. lie stepped to the edge of the doorwny and saw a man standing on one of the conl tres. ties and gesticulating. When he had caught Smiler's attention he held up one finger, which, nmid the din and up roar, signified "What timo Is it?" Smiler gravely took out his watch, looked at it, put it back into its jioek et and then signaled back, "Half past three." Tills reminded him that it was time to oil up, and he re-entered the engine room. Every inlet valve was "iSf-f-Ing" for air, and the air was wailing through the outlet valve 011 Its way to the leader pipe. Smiler, taking an oil ean, began the rounds, when an unsual nolso caught his attention. There was a snap—then a crash. At the crash he sprang for ward to the throttle valve on Xo. 1 en gine, and before she had turned over to make another complete stroke he had stopped her. He thought he know what had hap pened, and before Investigating he put the other two engines to their maxi mum speed that the air pressure might bo maintained if possible. To keep the air pressure or blast steadily on the furnaces was the most Important work the engines had to ilo. Smiler then seized a lamp and a wrench and ran through the arch into the compressor room, where the three air cylinders stool In a row fifteen foot apart. Then he looked down at the cy linder attached to the motionless en gine. It was as he had supposed. The yoke holding tlie manhole plate and gasket In position had broken, and the whole arrangement had dropped Into the cy linder. Smiler sprang to the walking beam, slid down the connecting rod to the cylinder head, standing there a moment 011 the Immense casting, which was five feet in diameter. Without a thought of danger he squatted down, stuck his feet through the small oblong opening and wriggled through to his shoulders. Holding up his arms, with the wrench and lamp in his hands, he reached out with his toes Rnd touched the air piston.. The en gine being at less than mid-stroke this was a third of the way up in the cylln 3er. Drawing his arms through ho crouched down and so gained the in terior of (he cylinder. It was like an Han. The gleaming, polished walls reflected his light. 110 could not touch any part; it was all too hot, and ho moved his lamp around over the top pf the piston, looking for the broken yoke and plate. A moment after Smiler had dropped •tit of sight. Dcnnlson, the boss fur naeeman, entered the engine room ex citedly. He had missed the familiar heat of one machine, and feared a di minution of the blast. "Suillerl" be shouted, looking round. "O Smller! Smller!" Then he went to the throttle valve and took up the start ing har. Meanwhile Smller gathered up the broken yoke and reached up to lay It on top of the head, shoving his hand through the narrow opening. The plate was a heavier piece, and he shouldered It first. It was a severe strain In the close, hot cylinder to push It up through at arm's length. As he laid It beside the broken yoke he felt the piston beneath his feet move. For an Instant his heart stopped beating. The piston went down slowly, with a hesitating motion. It would go down about four feot more, if the engine had been started, aud then rush up twelve feet and flatten him against the iron head! This he realized. But when the piston had moved down two feet it stopped. The manhole by which he had entered was now almost five feet above his head. He gave a hoarse cry of terror, but it only reverberated In his ears. Above the jar, pound and seroam of the other engines he could hardly hope to make himself heard. lie felt the jerk of the engine on the piston beneath his feet as Dennison tried to start it. Luckily the furnace man was not an adept at this work. Who could be meddling with the en gine? Smiler wondered. Hoping to attract the man's attention he threw the wrench out of the manhole. It disappeared. The piston continued to descend. Smiler, in an agony of ap prehension, cast me lamp after the wrench. Meanwhile the polished hot walls ra diated heat and the piston burned his feet. If ho could only jump and catch the manhole! But hi the narrow space he was unable to spring more than a few inches. Taking off his juniper he tried to throw it through, but it fell back on him. The piston was jarring harder. Smi ler knew that the bungler was making desperate efforts to start the engine, and had opened the valve wider. Then Smller threw his keys, his knife and his hat through the hole. At last out flew his beloved watch. It sailed in a high curve and disappeared. Outside something fell on the stone floor near Dennison and broke with a crash. He looked down. A watch! Smiler's wateh! Dennison looked round for thfe young fellow, nnd saw the other things—Smiler's keys, knife, lamp, hat nnd wrench. But where was Smiler? Dennison, deciding that some thing was wrong, shut off the steam. Then, running up the steps which Smiler had ascended but a few min utes before lie loolcod and called for the young engineer. Seeing the open mnnhole ho went to the top of the head. "Smiler!" ho called, bending over the hollow, echoing cylinder. "Yes, I'm in here!" Srnilor answered. Dennison lying out at full length on the head roaehed down his hand and Smiler grasped it As Dennison slow ly rose to his knees with his burden Smller ascended inside until ho was able to grasp the edge of the head, and with the furnaceman's assistance ho emerged, streaming with perspiration, and so weak with fright that lie could hardly stand. "Close call, young fellow!" Dennison observed, grimly, "Close enough," Smiler returned, "nelp me get this manhole head in po sition so I can start up. If you had known how you'd have had me flat tened out long ago."—Youth's Compan ion. Modest FooSk Lawyers do not usually get the small end of a bargain with their clients, but the Green Bag recalls two incidents were the clients had rather the host cf It. Sir Walter Scott's first client was a burglar. He got the fellow off, but the man declared lie hadn't a penny to give him for his services. Two bits of useful Information ho offered, however, mid with these the young lawyer had to be content. The first was that a yelping terrier inside tho house was a better protection against thieves than 11 big dog outside; and the second, that no sort of lock bothered his craft so much us an old, rustr one. Small compensation as this was, the first brief of tile noted French lawyer. Monsieur Rouher, yielded still less. The peasant for whom Monsieur ltou her won the case asked how much ha owed him. "Oh, say two francs," said the modest young advocate. "Two francs!" exclaimed the peasant. "That Is very high. "Won't you let me off with a franc and a half?" "No," said tlie counsel; "two francs or nothing." "Well, then." said his client, "I'd rather pay nothing." And with a bow he left. Lump Buys of Loudon* Owing to the new acetylene lamps, which appear to-day for the first time on 12nat Brush. A neat little brush I 3 attached to the tall of the glow worm, and it is used to keep clean that part of the In sect from which the light gleams, so as to make It more distinctly visible. The Crow's Excuse. "Do stop your complaining," said owl. "In croaking I beg that you pause. "Your pardon 1 beg," said the crow; "I never complain without caws." —New York Herald. A Failure. Willie—"Ma, Johnnie swallowed the whistle that was in baby's doll, and now it won't work."—New York Jour nal. Grandfather's. "Do all old people have rheumatism, grandpa?" "No, dear; rheumatism has all old people."—lndianapolis News. Mutually Attractive. She (to herself) —"I like him, he's so Intellectual." He (to himself)—"l like her; she is a charming little fool."—New York Weekly. Exempt. "There's one tiling about Mrs. Po Sneere, sbe never slanders ber friends." "No, she hasn't any."—San Francisco Bulletin. Tliolr Supply of Family Java. Mrs. Muggins—"Have the Backbites much bric-a-brac?" Mrs. Buggins—"l understand they have a good many family jars."—Phil adelphia Record. Not "Worth Mentioning. Acquaintance (at Monte Carlo)— "What luck did you have yesterday?" American Croesus—"Oil, I won a hundred thousand or lost a hundred thousand—l've forgotten which."—Chi cago Tribune. Distinctly Original. Clara—"But were the places de scribed in Tom's book at all like the real places, and did the men and wom en act and talk like real women?" Edith—"Mercy, no. The hook is dis tinctly original. That is the charm of It, you know."—Boston Transcript. Experience That Fails. "A burned child dreads the fire, you know. Colonel," said the fair and sprightly grass widow. "Yes," the old warrior answered, "but I notice that most people who get divorces want to rush right off and marry somebody else."—Chicago Itec ord-Herald. Worn tlio lllue. The great writer of military songs was looking for inspiration. "And did you say that six of your sons wore the blue?" he interrogated, as he halted at the door of a shanty. "Were they cavalry or infantry?" "Nayther, sor," responded the proud mother. "They wor polacemin."—Chi cago News. Startling Presumption. The dentist had occupied about two hours In tilling a cavity in the trust magnate's front tooth. "What Is the bill?" asked the mag nate after the job was over. "Twenty dollars." "Great Croesus! Are you trying to see If you can make as much money in two hours as I do?" Chicago Tribune. Composite. Dashaway—"Qullldrlver seems to be a fellow of extremes—one who writes awful slush and sublime prose, and who Is at the same time au idiot and a genius?" Cleverton—"Where did you get such an Idea?" Dashaway—"l've Just been reading the reviews of his latest book.'"—Har per's Bazar. Knowledge. "* Once upon a time there lived n man who had no thirst for knowledge. When his friends met him and asked: "Do you want to know what will knock that cold?" The man replied: "Oh. no!" Of course, this speedily lost him all his friends, and his state at last was pitiful. Indeed.—Puck. Repudiates It. Tnllor—"See here, this bill has been standing since 1893." Graphtor—"My dear sir, don't you know that anatomists say man changes entirely every seven years?" Tailor—"What has that got to do with itr Graphter—"Well, don't you see I'm at the same person who contracted t. at bill?" Catholic Standard and tfl 1 hues. Johnny's Proverb. "Now, Johnny, say your proverb," sweetly asked the schoolmistress. "Please ma'am, I forget," lisped Johnny. "I will refresh your memory: 'Peo ple who live In glass houses ' Now, finish It." "People who live In glass houses must pull down the blinds." Johuuy took the first prize.—lllus trated Bits. Ills Status. "It is a misrepresentation," said Sen ator Sorghum, "to say that I cure for nothing but money." "But " "I know what you are about to ob serve. I have made Its accumulation more or less of a study. But so long as the other people set such a store by it. It behooves a man who is ambi tious to get his hands on as much of It ns possible, so that he can trade It off j for votes, and thereby reach a position where he can give his country the benefit of bis genius."—Washington Star. J