FREELAND TRIIBIE. ESTABLISHED 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY, WEDNESDAY and FRIDAY, 11Y TIIK TRIEUNE PRINTING COMPANY, Limited Office; Main Stiieet aiiovb Centiib. Lonq Distance Telephone. SUBSCRIPTION BATES FREEL AND.— The TRI dune in delivered by Barriers to subscribers in Freolnud at the rate of 1-Hi cents per month, payable every two months, or $1 50 a year, payable In advance- The Thidune may be ordered direct form tin o&rriors or from the office. Complaints of Irrejfular or tardy doll very service will re ceive prompt attention. BY MAIL —The Till hunk !s sent to out-of. town subscribers for sl.si>a year, payable in advance; pro rata terms for shorter periods. The date when the subscription expires is on the address label of each paper. Prompt re> newals must be made at the expiration, other wise the subscription will be disooutluued. Entered at the I'ostoffioe at Freeland. I'a* ss Second-Cla; s Matter. Make all money orders , checks. ete.jpnynbl% to the Tribune J'r.nling Company, Limited. It is an open question at times whict will be smashed, the record or the auta mobile. Santos-Dumont has won the prize; but it will be a long time before bis dirigible balloon is ready to take freight and passengers. Great Brltnln 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 20,000,000. The Gathiuann 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 York City than boxes for the Horse Show were sold to the amount of $30,000, or SSOOO more than last year. Hoofs hold their own against wheels. The rostoffice Department no longer regards free rural delivery as experi mental. The farmers have most en thusiastically welcomed the service, 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 right of country children to get the benefit of the educational advantages embodied in their environment." That Is, things aro teachers as well as hooks. Book knowledge at best Is second-hand information. Referring to the difficulty of civiliz ing Sioux Indians, Miss Annie B. Sco ville, writes: "The Government tried to civilize these Indians by issuing wagons, and they used them to feed the ponies from; stoves, and they knocked oil the tops and used them over the camp-fires; cows, and the In dian saw in them what he had in the buffalo—meat—and ate them up." A fact indicative of the great prog ress higher education in America has made within the last generation is that of TOGO persons named in "Who's Who" who furnished personal data, 8488 were graduates of colleges or of- like institutions and 808 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 eoal 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 wintriuess 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, will hardly be a less wel come contribution to the need of the country. The asphalt supply of the world that is readily accessible for com mercial purposes bus fallen largely into the hands of a few owners. If we can get it as near at hand as Mich igan we shall care less for the outturn in Trinidad and Venezuela, uud per haps we can expect to have our streets paved at a more moderate cost, ob serves the Philadelphia Record. "Jt is a very unique but most valua ble pamphlet, anu is worth fifty times the selling price. Every Afro-American of race pride, and every patriotic Ameri can should buy one," and retain it ill their homes as an ornament, as the cause which it is sold for is a good one. Stations on the Russian Railway IE Manchuria are placed 18 miles ape rt without reference to the location of town 3. THE TWVJE THAT'S LOST IN WISHING. I hear folks keep a-wishin* from the early morn till late, A-wishin' they was wealthy an' a-wishin' they was great; If stout, they'd be more slender; an' if slim, 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' fidget in the places where they're east; Yes, an' wish for fields t' conquer when the 3* 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 i 3 wishin' in the town; While the city folks, inclinin' more t' lau rel wreaths o' fame Than more prosaic objects, keep on wishin' just the 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 feelin'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. . f®: F - TF v S™"- jr UNT CELESTE is a qunint /\ looking, pretty little old woman, with white hair (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 Indies 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 liuiid. 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 anil grand-nephews are sitting in the light. When little Marie and her brother Tom came up from Boston last week Aunt Celeste made a great ado about tbem. She was always foml of chil dren, never admitting that she hail a favorite, but winning them nil with tlie pretty old stories of her girlhood and fairy talcs so unbelievable that the little ones laughed until theni cried over lier preposterous giants and ogres. Perhaps it was because she fancied in little Marie the reincarnation of lier own childhood, perhaps because of the girl's singular gentleness and grave deportment; perhaps it was be 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 ser of ribbon and lace to i ' 00? fi " ME OLD WOMAN PICKED IT DP TENDERLY adorn a doll when the child came across an old daguerrotypc 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 handkereheif, 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. \\ e were at school then, your grandma uud I, down nt the old convent in Egreniont. Our best friend among the pupils was Miss Hurlingham. Foor Edith, she married a soldier and died only a few years ago at Calcutta or somewhere her husband was stationed. She was 1111 English girl, and her father was an carl or a baron, I forget which, but at any rate he was a minister at Wash ington. "It must have been just after the Crimean War that we heard Edith's brother Cecil, Cecil Hurllnghom, was coming to visit her. He was only a captain then, but a viscount, and you may lie sure the convent girls were silly enough to make a great ado about his visit. A little entertainment was planned and there was to he a lawn fste 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 lie no gen tlemen present but Captain Hurling ham and his father, of course most of the girls had to be content to choose ottos;- girls for their partners, and then came the momentous question as to which of us the young soldier would select for his dancing mate. Ah, lit tle one, we were nil very giddy and silly 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. He 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, tenderest gallant possible, aud perhaps my heart flut tered harder than anyone's when the time came for choosing partners. In deed, he 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 tlio dance, auntie?" asked the child. "Who was his partner in the dance?" "lie 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 scarf I wore that evening, Marie." lie 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 book, 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 ribbon 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, aud 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 see the ring, auntie?" "Bless you, little sweetheart," smiled the 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 n schoolgirl, a child then, and the good nuns made mo send it back. And so I sent it back; I sent it hack, Marie, but I kept the little card. He was a good and gracious soldier." "And is that all you know about ldm, auntie?" "That's all."—John 11. Raftcry, in the Chicago Record-Herald. Fanlc About Legs.' Another sensational scientist has sent out a wild alarm that means sleepless nights for the nervous. This reckless distributor of terror is Pro fessor Yung, of the University of Guef, Switzerland, who announces that in a million years, or even less, we human beings will have no legs. lie 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 car 3 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 be 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 has 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 lie neither trousers nor boots to him, nothing to which to attach them. He will resemble the monkey even more than he does now, if possible, and he will swing himself from house to of fice on rings specially suspended for tlie purpose, his fast disappearing legs waving uselessly in the breeze neith er serviceable nor ornamental.—Lon don Express. Iloman Kemulnn ia I.ondon. As a result of the extensive excava tions which have recently been made in London Wall, says a London spe cial in the Taris Messenger, several Roman coins were brought to light. They consist of two specimens of An toninus Pius (second brass) who died in A. D. 101; one Trajan (also a sec ond brass), who flourished about the same time; Fostumus (first brass), who was assassinated about the year A. D. 2GS, and a Vespasian (second brass), the date of which would bo between the years A. D. 70 and 70. It is an interesting fact that a large number of the coins of Postumus were evidently restruck, as they still retain on their surfaces some traces of the effigies of preceding rulers, n circum stance which is believed by nuxnus 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 habit. It is hard to imagine anything any more contemptible than the man who howls when he is beaten at his own game. A woman will dress for three hours to appear for twenty minutes at a re ception, and never notice the waste of time. They say a bad boy may develop into a useful man, but nirst 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. IfCHIL.DR.EN'S.M IOEISUi\E <c i Winter in the Sierras. Tlie pincr. are black on Sierra's slope, And white are the drifted snows; The flowers are 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 fnstcncd the doors with care. The red fox prowl 3, And the lean wolf howls As he 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 the Ice. During the severe frost of ISGO n number of Lincolnshire Volunteers con ceived the happy thought of carrying out their drills ou the ice, says an English magazine. Three companies of them accordingly put 011 each man his skates and met at Stamp Eud Lock on the Withain River, December 20. 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 stop with remarkable skill. Other musters took place, all success fully carried through. The men could do the march past In line and iu col umn and at tlie double excellently, the only thing that troubled them being the "marking" of time. Habits, Ned was watching grandpa put on liis shoes. "Why did you turn 'em over to shako 'oin before you put 'em on?" lie asked. "Did I?" said grandpa. "Why, yes, you 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; but I got in the habit of shaking my shoes every time before putting them 011 when I was in India." "Why did you do it there?" "To shake out scorpions or centi pedes or other vermin that might be hidden in them." "But you don't need to do it here, for we don't have such things." "I know, but I formed 1 lie liabit; aud 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, my boy. A habit is a chain that grows stronger every day, and it seems as if a bad habit grows strong faster than a good one. If you want to have good linbits when you are old, form them while you are young, and let them be growing strong all the while you live."—Mayflower. An Intelligent Poodle. "Have animals reason?" was one of the questions raised by 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 the 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. 011 the other hand, the processional cater pillar appears to be an insect of a very low order of intelligence. Processional caterpillars when out for an expedition weave a thread, by which they 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 l'or eight days did those caterpillars walk round and round the lop of the flower pot, following the circular thread which remained, until they dropped off from fatigue and ex haustion.—London Chronicle. A Hl'Min Advantage. A story is told of a boy named Jack, who was quite naughty in school and was frequently punished. One day tlie teacher decided to ask the princi pal to whip .Tack. So she gave Jack a note to the principal, written thus: "Dear Mr. Smith: Please give a thorough whipping to the bearer." It happened that a German hoy, who liad recently entered the school niul knew very little English, was passing through the hall just as Jack was re luctantly approaching tlio principal's office. "Hello. Fritz," said Jack, suddenly, as a bright idea occurred to IJ in. "Say, Fritz, take this in there, please," pointing towards tlie office door. "Yes," answered Fritz, who was glad to be of use tc some one else. So into the office went Fritz with an innocent air. What was his astonish ment to find himself collared by the principal,and to see a stout rod brand ished over his head. "Ach, 110. 110!" cried he, but. alas! lie could not explain in English and the principal understood no German. So | poor Fritz was soundly thrashed, and not until the next day did the princi pal learn hir> mistake. 'I I <s>ir I ipwgrcivlff A JR. iMiro I llow the Ninth's Heroes Fell. TT" MONG the recent arrivals on / \ the Empresu of 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 troops, and when the 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 beeu. The uight before the massacre the village president went to Captain Cou ncil and before the padre declared that it would take 100 more bombres (na tive laborers) to do certain pioneer work, and he had not sufficient. Captain Counell said: "Do the best you can. Get any native who will | work, hut 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 bold | their arms. The insurgents divided, hnlf going upstairs and shooting down and the other half going into the mesa ' room and murdering the unarmed sol ' diers. "Not one of the survivors turned his back upon the scene until all was lost, ; their officers fallen, their comrades t slaughtered and a terrible vengeance i executed upon the enemy. Then they saved themselves and their wounded mates. "Captain Connell apparently was , awakened in his quarters by the at tackers pouring in. He jumped from the window, but his guards had all , been slaughtered. He was struck down t by many bolos almost as soon as ho reached the ground. The assassins ! hacked his body into hits, 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 Drouillard's detachment, which came down from Basey. "The bodies of Lieutenant Bumpus I and the doctor were found upon u bridge leading up to the quarters over . a little stream. The Lieutenaut 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 buried by their own crew before . they fled, but Colonel Derussy or dered ICO more to be thrown into a trench. "A rifle in the hands of the first ser , geant of the company did terrible exe i cution. The sergeant, who is now in the Tocablau Hospital, killed the faith less president, who led the attack. With six men lie fought his way to the headquarters building to try to rescue some of the men. 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 hack to the beach, where another little knot of comrades were defending the barotos and their wounded companions." An Hour's Struggle Fur Life, In ISIB Lord William Pitt Lennox sailed for Canada in the frigate Iplii genla. 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 care 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 sea, and disappeared in the darkness. For not Ally 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 nppenred. Ev ery man on hoard was straining his gaze to windward. An hour passed, an hour that seemed like an age, when suddenly there canle a voice from un der the lee, "Stand fact! Heave us a rope!" There was the cutter witli the half drowued sailor, the lieutenant, the crew, life-buoy and all. They were soon on deck, and there the lieutenant told his story. "The sea broke over us, mid do what we would we couldn't reacli the life buoy. Simcoe was too much disabled to swim, for lie had struck ids head iu falling, and besides that, the ship had gone clear oyer him. He never I attempted to touch me. 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 1 buoy, reached It, and with the other 1 hand grasped for Slracoe, for now he j was literally sinking. "I caught his hair and pushed the buoy against his breast. He clutched it, and with my help got his head 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 onrlocks. 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 ronred. "They backed down on us, nnd we were dragged in. It semced as if we had been centuries away from the ship." Ill'elied Schoollioußo to a Tree. A special from Harrison, Neb., says J an extraordinary incident of the White ■ Itiver floods developed there when Miss ■ Lizzie Cottman saved thirteen children /9 from drowning. Incidentally it may m be mentioned that the daring womau_J also saved Sehoolhouse 10 for ths~"l Sioux County taxpayers. The building, a small wooden affa'r, occupied a small glade 100 yards from the banks of the White Itiver. The stream had reached the proportions of a torrent because of the melting snow and rain. Gradually the water backed Into the ravine and when Miss Cott man arrived the 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 the water there was deep. The girl at flrst concluded to wait for some pass ing farmer. None came, and in an hour she felt the building shaking. The A supports were giving away. Then she sprang into the water after making the children promise to wait inside. The little ones pressed their fflces 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 laud. Then she grabbed a horse which one of! the children had ridden to school. From a stable she took a rope and leading the horse back plunged again into the torrent. The rope she fastened around the horse's neck and the other end she made fast to the doorjamb of the building. By this time the building was float ing and ready to drift off 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 v to a tree and the children scut home, /f Adrift Two Days on n Capsized Boat. W. J. Harper, a pioneer resident of Cockburu Island, now residing at Tlies salon, had a terrible experience last week. styrtgl He was crossing from Thessalon to Little Coburn in his sailboat, when a squall capsized the boat. He 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 him, and once he fell asleep and fell overboard, losing his hat. After more than Ufty hours the boat touched Grant's Island, and Mr. Harper crawled ashore, lie lived on wintergvoen berries, strawberry leaves, birch 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 after twenty-four hours brought him to Thessalon on the 7tli, Just one week from the day of his departure. Meantime the peo ple of Thessalon, fearing some disas ter, had sent out two tugs and bands of men 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 through tills terrible experience very well, ana will soon be around as usual.—Toronto Globe. Ilorio a Mooto Into a Lake. A party of prominent railroad officials, of St. Paul, Minn., while hunt ing in the woods surrounding Cass Lake, a country abounding with deer, suddenly came upon a splendid epecP men of the moose, near the fringe of the wood. The moose emerged from W a tamarack swamp, and as soon as he caught sight of the hunters, four in number, he charged tliem. They dropped their guns and ran pell-mell for shelter. The only refuge was the braches above them, and up into a tree each climbed. 11. I'arkhurst, of the Minne apolis office of the Great Northern, did not hide himself and the moose charged the tree, butting it furiously. In fright I'arkhurst dropped onto the back of the moose, clinging tightly. The moose at once started off. Parkhurst's clothes were torn and ills flesh bruised by the wild ride to the lake. He attempted to dismount, but was unable to do so. The moose dashed over the frozen edge of the pond and plunged into the water, which was icy cold. Pnrkhurst floated oil' the animal's back and with difficulty swam to the shore, where his friends took him in charge.—Chi cago Inter-Ocean. | Water sufficient to cover cno acre one'' | Inch deep will weigh 101 tons.
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