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MILITARY CAMP IN SIBERIA.
How the Russians Pitch Their Tents—
Sturdy and Happy Men.
On the Sunday morning when all the
church bells were clanging and good
Blagovestchenslc folks were hastening,
armed with prayer books, to worship,
I took a solitary walk along the Amur
side. On the way I passed through the
camp where are stationed some 3,000
eoldiers. It was well situated near a
wood. The officers' quarters were of
timber, painted white, and there were
scraggy gardens in front. There were
great long sheds for the troops, but
most of the men were under canva3.
Their tents were pitched on quite a
different plan to that adopted by Brit
ish troops. There was first built up t
square of sods, not unlike a sports
man's shelter you see on the moors at
home, with an entrance on one side.
On the top of this was fixed the tent,
which was really a sort of square can
vas lid which would throw the rain
beyond the bank. In each were six
beds and there was plenty of room to
stand up. At every point was a sol
dier on guard, bugles were continu
ously sounding, officers and their or
derlies were galloping about. "For
eigner" was, of course, stamped all
over me, and, although I received many
curious glances, I strolled where I
pleased, with never a word of hind
rance.
These Russian whlte-bloused Tom
mies were Just as "larky" as their red
jacketed friends at Aldershot, says a
correspondent of the London News. In
one or two places men were put out on
parade, but most of them were spend
ing their Sunday as they pleased. From
some of the tents came the bleat of ac
cordions, and young fellows were
laughing and singing. Then I came
across a group having wrestling
matches; next some young fellows wore
testing their Jumping powers; then
groups squatted in the shade of the
trees smoking and gossiping. I must
say that they were all sturdy, well set
and healthy men, clean and neat, and
quite happy.
THE END OF THE OLD B^AU.
Contemptible Vanity Explatod In De
clining; Years of Want.
Beau Nash, like Beau Fielding and
Beau Bruramel, was to expiate his con
temptible vanity in an old age of ob
scurity, want and misery. As he grew
old, he grew insolent and seemed in
sensible to the pain lie gave to others
by his coarse repartees. He was no
longer the gay, thoughtless, idly indus
trious creature he once was. The even
ing of his life grew cloudy, nothing but
poverty lay in the prospect before him.
Abandoned by the great, whom he had
so long served, he was obliged to fly
to those of humbler stations for protec
tion, and began to need that charity
which he had never refused to any,
and to learn that a life of gayety finds
an inevitable end in misery and re
gret. It was said that Mr. Quin, the
actor, tried to supplant him as Master
of the Ceremonies, which Nash be
lieved, and he grew ruder and testier.
There is evidence that there was
ground for this suspicion in letters of
Quin written from Bath, in which he
says, "Old Beaux Kr.ash had mead
himself so disagreeable to all the com
pany," says the Nineteenth Century.
A new generation sprung up to which
Nash was a stranger; his splendor
gradually waned. Neglect filled him
with bitterness, and he lost thereby
the remainder of his popularity. His
income now became very precarious, so
that the corporation voted him ar,
allowance of ten guineas to be paid
him on the first Monday in each month.
He long occupied a house known as
Garrick's Head, subsequently occupied
by Mra. Delaney, but he died in a
smaller one near by.
NEARER THE SUN NOW.
But the Tilt cf Its Axis Gives Less
Heat.
Astronomically, the earth is nearest
the sun these days, but tne tilt of its
axis gives us but a scant share of his
light and heat. Still, though winter
is only begun, in a weather sense, it is
always pleasant to remember that
during the coming week not only do
we swing around the earth and home
as a focus, with our eyes set on the
happier times ahead, but that with
the winter solstice passed wo are once
mere on the way to the sunnier hours
and blither skies. The winds may be
bleak and the days short, but the
steady pulse toward spring cannot be
stopped.
HAS THE WORLD CONE WRONG?
EM the world gone wrong? I be*r ft Has the world gone wrong? I hear the
ehild sounds
Who is singing a happy song, That men who are busy make.
And across the way an anvil rings, I hear the engines puff away,
And yonder a maiden hurries along And, strong in body, 1 go to take
With a look that only gladness brings. The little part that I have to play.
Has the world gone wrong? I see the Has the world gone wrong? There's many
gleam a man,
Of love in a lover's eyes, When his work is done to-night,
And yonder upon the wooden gate, Who will hurry away from care to
Where lovers nave gazed at tne starry see
skies, Glad faces glow where hearts are light—
A sparrow cheeps to its little mate. Oh, the world is good to them and me.
—Chicago Record-Herald.
TOM CLAFLIN was sixteen
years old when his family
moved from Chicago to San
Diego, Cal. His father, a
consumptive, was no longer able to
work. His mother, a tiny, cheerful,
busy woman, with three small chil
dren besides Tom, had her hands full
with nursing her husband, making,
mending, cooking and caring for the
family. They had been in their new
home for three months, living away
their small capital, and with no pros
pect of earning a dollar. The boom
was over. The town was overrun with
Easterners, men and women in frail
health, willing to work for small pay
at anything that would yield thorn sus
tenance. And so Tom, the hope of his
courageous little mother, had tried
everything and failed to get work.
It was then that he hit upon the idea
of becoming a fisherman. For a week
before he broached the subject at home
he had patrolled the shore from Point
Loma to the Coronando beach In
search of a boat. He had only sls,
and of the scores of small craft that
could be bought at all there was but
one within his means. A leaky lugger,
with frayed old sails and an impossi
ble Spanish name, stinking of fish and
with a dirty black hull, lay moored off
the Portuguese village on the north
shore of the bay, and thither dny after
day poor Tom trudged, big with bis se
cret.
One Saturday night he startled the
family with;
"Well, people, I'm a sea captain at
last and no Joke. Mother, behold your
son. Captain Thomas Claflin, of the
good ship 'Little Mother.' "
The little woman's blue eyes were
filled with tears when her hoy showed
them the bill of sale to the effect that
be had bought a vessel for $12.50, and
... .- TROLLING FOR LARGE FISH. .. ■-v
thus, like a true-blue Chieagoan, risked
his all in the only business venture in
tight.
"I named her for you, mother, and
you must christen bur and take a sail
1& her to morrow."
With a basket of luncheon and a pail
and shovel for clams, the Claflin fam
ily, with Tom proudly leading the way,
Went down to the beach in the morn
ing. Sure enough, there lay the "Lit
tle Mother," swinging gracefully at
her moorings, no longer dingy and
black, but raidinnt in a coat of fresh
white paint, her sails mended and ship
shape, the Stars and Stripes fluttering
from her peak and her name in bold
blue letters across her bows. Tom's
little brother and sisters danced with
delight, new light came into his fath
er's eyes, and as for "Little Mother,"
the patron saint of that first voyage,
she laughed and cried by turns as she
sat in the stern of the boat and
watched Tom. the captain, and little
Charley, the "first mate," botli bub
bling over with excitement and nauti
cal terms, tugging at ropes, running
about like regular Jack-tars and mak
ing all ready "to put to sea," as Tom
said.
As the boat, driven by a cool sou'east
breeze, stood out across the hay for the
Loma lighthouse, Tom showed them
nil the new hand-pump ho had rigged
Into ills little "ship." he explained the
centreboard, pointed out the imaginary
beauties rnd qualities of the "Little
Mother," boasted of what he meant to
accomplish as a professional fipher
nian, and made everybody so happy
that it seemed no time at all till the
sun was dipping into the sen and the
first cruise of the "Little.Mother" was
ever.
And the boy made good money with
his modest venture. lie would rise
with the sun each morning, and with
his dinner pall nnd coarse tackle make
tor the heat that had become to him
both sweetheart and provider. His
greatest difficulty was his need of an
assistant, and many was the barracu
da and giant jewflsh that escaped him
in his lonely, all-day cruises up and
down tlint matchless summer sea.
Sometimes he would induce some lazy
wharf idler to accompnuy him, some
times old Pedro, the retired Portu
guese from whom he had bought the
boat would hail him as he stood out to
sea and help him with the work.
Sometimes, when the sea was like a
floor of gleaming onyx, his father
would sit in the stem sheets, and little
Charley would "man the Jib" or troll
n line for small fish, but alone or with
"a crew" Tom never failed to bring
homo at night enough fish so that his
earnings at the end of the week were
almost enough to pay the running ex
penses of the frugal little family.
It was In the end of August that the
Monterey, the monster coast defense
monitor, returned from her first cruise.
She had been In South American
waters for four months, and the crew
got Its first shore leave on American
soil at San Diego. The big war vessel
was thrown open to visitors one Sun
day morning, and all that day Tom
Cliflln carried sightseers from the
Santa Fo pier to the Monterey. Good
seaman that he was, he was fascin
nted with the dazzling spotlessness of
the monitor, and every night while she
lay in port Tom came aboard to revel
in the ship-talk and yarns of officers
and men. lie soon knew all the offi
cers by name, and had formed a close
friendship with a seaman named Han
sen, who had lived in Chicago and was
hail fellow with every man in the crew.
Hansen was killed the night before
the Monterey sailed for 'Frisco. He
had gone ashore with a guard to ar
rest a half-breed Mexican stoker who
had overstayed his leave. The guard
separated to scour the town for the
deserter, and Hansen, alone, had the
misfortune to corner him in a Chinese
dive at the lower end of town. A
knife in the dark as he was dragging
his prisoner through an alleyway, a
panic of chattering Chinamen, who
quenched their in nips and bolted their
doors, and poor Hansen was left dying
in the mire. It is but four miles to the
Mexican border from San Diego, and
thither, It was supposed, the murderer
had fled.
The Mayor of Sr.n Diego offered S2OO
reward for the capture of Hansen's
slayer, the little police force was
thrown in a fever of activity, the Mon
terey delayed lier sailing for three days
and then the erimo. began to be for
gotten. Torn sailed out to the fishing
grounds every morning with whomever
he could pick up. It was nearly a
month after the monitor hnd gone
when a lone fisherman sitting at the
end of the jetties that reach from the
crescent end of Coronado Island
hailed him. Young Claflin stood in
for the landing and invited the stran
ger aboard. He wanted something to
eat, and the hoy, with a sudden flut
ter In his heart, opened his pall and
hade the stranger make himself com
fortable. They fished all that day
with rare luck, and at sundown the
"little Mother" was deep with her
cargo of barracuda. Once under the
lee of Point Lomu on the homeward
trip the breeze died out, and the boat
went drifting with the tide. The
southern reaches of the entrance to
San Diego harbor are covered with
sandbars and shallows that extend two
miles along the Inner side of Coronado.
j The tide van out while "Little Moth
er" was drifting nbout these bars, and
j when darkness fell she went hard
| aground. A dense fog came with the
| night. The channel buoys disappeared.
| The distant lights of the city were
blurred and quenched in the thlA
haze, and by the time flood tide came
again it was impossible to steer the
boat with certainty or safety.
"We'd better anchor till the fog
lifts," said Tom, wondering what his
mother would think if he stayed out
all night.
Ills comrade sullenly agreed, and se
they dropped anchor, and lay rocking
in the calm cloud of mist for hours.
The stranger fell asleep iu the bottom
of the boat, but Tom, big-eyed now,
his heart beating with wild excite
ment, sat in the bow watching. It
must have been near midnight when
he crept down from the hull and un
shipped the little pump. The tide was
going out again, and as he dropped the
dismantled apparatus into the sen he
heard the water gurgling into the hold.
The stranger was yet sleeping when
Tom slipped over the rail, breast high
in the water and headed for shore.
It was 2 iu the morning when he
reached the police station in San
Diego. He was bareheaded una wet,
his bedraggled shirt and trousers were
clustered with burrs and thorns, his
feet were bleeding and he could hardly
speak the words:
"Captain, I've got the Mexican that
killed Hansen."
It was daylight when they surround
ed the scuttled lugger. The Mexican
was awake, clinging to the half sub
merged mainmast. The rickety boat,
loaded with fish and bumped by the
now running seas, was going to pieces
plank by plank. Tom didn't waste a
thought over the captured murderer
after he saw the police lay hands on
him, but he shed a weak, unwilling
tear over the wreck of the "Little
Mother."
"Why did you wreck your boat,
Tom?" asked his mother that day
while the story of her boy's heroism
made him the talk of the town.
"Well, mammy," he said, "I was
afraid the Mexican'd get away to sea.
I wanted him, you know, but what. 1
wanted most was that two hundred
dollars reward. I can buy a new boat
for half the money."—John 11. Raf
tery, in the Chicago Record-llerald.
PROPERTIES OF THE MADSTONE.
Cowpuncher. of the Went IMuce Great
Faith In the Absorbent.
The madstono is supposed to be
taken from the stomach of a white
deer. It is about the size of an Eng
lish walnut, and slightly porous. When
n person is bitten by an animal af
flicted with rabies tlie stone is placed
on the bite. It immediately sticks,
sometimes for half an hour.
One of the greatest fears of the
cowpunelior is of being bitten by •
skunk. In the cattle country, when
tlie puncher is on the range and must
sleep out of doors of nights, he hardly
ever lies down on the grouud without
thinking of this danger. When he is
bitten It Is almost always in the face.
Nine times out of ten hydrophobia
symptoms develop. In most cases he
is anywhere from twenty to fifty
miles from a doctor, aud search is
made among the ranchers for a mad
stone. The eowpuncher is simple in
his faiths, and he clings to tills one.
And, indeed, many marvelous tales
are told of the succesg of this some
what vague healer.
The writer knows of one remark
able case. A man in a New Mexico
cattle town was bitten in the arm by
a mad dog. The nearest doctor gave
his aid, but he was not able to de
crease the swelling. A madstone was
sent for from a distance aud applied
to the bite. The curative properties
of the stone lie in its power of ab
sorption. It adhered at once to this
man's arm. Running up the elbow
was a thin blue streak, tracing the
course of the poison. As the stone
stuck this streak gradually decreased,
and was not to he seen when the in
animate little doctor fell off, after
thirty minutes' adhesion. Tlie stone
was put in water, aud a blue film im
mediately formed ou the surface. The
man got well.
The value of a madstone varies with
its owner. The stone just told of was
held at SSOO.
Telegraphs Through Jungle*.
Reports of pushing forward of the
transcontinental South African tele
graph line rencli civilization from time
to time, by the hardships suffered Uy
the linemen and the physical diffi
culties to be surmounted are rarely
described. The line lias now been
carried up to the southern shore of
Lake Tanganyka. During the last
couple of hundred miles tlie road was
impassable for vehicles ahd all the
supplies aud material had to be trans
ported by carriers. One section of
the line passes through a swamp in
which the vegetation grows to such a
height during the wet season as to
top tlie wire and cause troublesome
leakage. The natives cannot be in
duced to go in during the season and
cut down tlie weeds owing to the
swarm of crocodiles. In another sec
tion the elephants have caused sev
eral interruptions by breaking off the
polos. Iu some of the forests through
which tlie line passes trees are met
measuring over 100 feet in circumfer
ence. Some of the ravines are im
passible even to the linemen during
the rainy season owing to the paths
being under water and the rank
growth of vegetation.
Honors For the Young.
The new Chief Justice of Sierra
Leone, Mr. r. C. Srnyly, is the young
est man holding sueli a position In the
colonial service. He is only thirty-five,
and lias been on the west const for the
past six years and found the climate
to agree Willi him. The new Chief
Justice took his LL. D. degree in Dub
lin University ten years ago, and his
great talents early marked him out for
rapid advancement. Londrm Chroni
cle.
USE OF THE PIN.
Tlio Very Important Part It Plays In a
Woman's Life.
A great deal of scorn Is heaped upon
the woman, who, as the saying goes,
Is "pinned together." She is put down
as untidy and lazy and generally shift
less. The scornful critics do not stop
to consider that the most artistic
French dresses and hats are seldom
"well made;" that graceful and lovely
as they are, the mere stitcliery is very
light and unreliable, apt to give way
at any moment. French hooks and
eyes, frills and bows, are all apt to
come off after one sewing. Mere sew
ing is not the artistic tiling for which
one pays exorbitant prices. Any little
convent girl can sew well. The great
couturiere charges for deft touches, in
spired adjustments, graceful drapery,
beauty of outline. Clothes should be
IVit on with art as well as with skill.
There is more affinity in the cunning
fold placed with the aid of a pin than
there is in rows of more strong stitcli
ery. I'ersonnllty cannot be expressed
in n frock that any other woman could
dupllcnte. It must have special touches
of its own, and it cannot have those
if the woman who wears it despises
the use of the pin.
Many women spend large sums on
their clothes and never seem on good
terms with them. Their frocks are
very well mnde—too well made to have
any subtlety or illusion. Every fold is
In place. Every frill is secured by a
strong thread. Everything is so strong
ly sewed that no mystery can lurk in
a fold, and no expression lie in the
curves or lines of a skirt When you
have once seen a toilet, there it ends;
the second time you are deadly tired
of It, and finally it gets on your nerves,
[low you long to see a little difference
In tlie bodice, a curve iu the sleeve that
you had not noticed before! But all
this would menu imagination or pins!
Consequently the notion of a pin is
abhorrent; it is untidy; the dressmaker
lias not done her work properly; she
lias been paid for something for which
she lias not given full value.
With the use of the pin we get vari
ety, while in tlie solidity of thread and
needle it is hardly ever to be found.
Women should recollect that in the
sordid actuality of dress there is
neither art nor beauty. Style Is in
finitely more difficult to procure than
fashion—one is a triumph of the mind,
the other is always proctirable with
gold. No other attribute Is so neces
sary to those who wish to be well
dressed Jls good style, but It Is general
ly inherent and only to be found in the
woman who possesses imagination, and
can therefore rise above mediocrity.
You can call it chic if you like, but
neither style nor chic can be obtained
in present day dressing without the aid
of the despised pin.
The woman who says she never
uses a pin is hopeless; she might as
well say she does not wear corsets.
When you have looked long and crit
ically at such n womf.x you will real
ize that nothing matters; her clothes
cover her, and that is all one can say.
Iler dressmaker may be more or less
of a genius, and will stitch the draper
ies so that they suit her fairly well;
tlie stuff may be pretty and the style
unobjectionable—what there is of it;
It only lies with the dressmaker, and
she lias had to firmly stitch her best
aspirations. Consequently there is a
certain suggo3tivcness of henvy linked
pudding throughout.—New York Com
mercial Advertiser.
How to Hold Up tlie Skirt.
Few women have the least idea how
to hold up their skirts, and as fashion
demands long skirts on some occasions
it is most disastrous, not only for the
skirts, but for the appearance of the
wearers. A woman who can manage
her skirts gracefully and easily has n
decided advantage over her less gainly
sister, and the onlooker knows that
the ugly backs of the largo majority
of woman are due to the way iu which
they hold their skirts.
Skirts for dressy wear are worn
resting on the ground, both in front,
at the sides, and with a long train
behind, and they promise to bo iu
vogue for some time to come. A few
remarks as to how to manage them
may not be unwelcome to those who
wear them. Of course a long dress
should not lm worn in wet weather;
then common sense demands a skirt
not longer than a couple of inches from
the ground all around, but in dry
weather the long skirt is still worn by
many women out of doors, and it is
to nine instances out of ten held up
by grasping the back of the skirt about
midway down, aud drawing It us much
as possible toward the side, thereby
outlining the figure. How a woman
can hold her skirt in this manner after
she has seen how other women look
when doing so is a mystery. It is
ugly aud vulgar, and it spoils her walk
as well as her entire appearance. To
hold the skirt gracefully it should be
grasped in the centre of the hack as
far down as the hand can comfortably
reach and with the hand still exactly
In the centre the skirt should be raised
just sufficiently to raise it from the
ground. By this means the sides of the
skirt will remain full and not dragged
in with it, as we so often see; it will
also be found much easier to walk in.
A little shake should bo given to the
skirt after It has been gathered, up.
This lets the folds or flounces at the
bottom fall into their natural positions
and so frees the train from any dust
that may have adhered to the edges
previous to Its being gathered up. The
train should never be allowed to rest
on the ground except indoors.—Amer
ican Queen.
ykn Educational Hint.
To keep girls "in touch tvlth the
home life" at the same time that tliey
are gaining a college education and a
high degree of intellectual cultivation,
is the rather large program which Miss
GUI, the dean of Barnard College, lias
expressed a wish to adopt. Miss GUI
suggests that it may be well to have
girls who go to college take a purely
social vacation of a year between the
sophomore and junior years, in which
they may establish their place with
their own set, and cultivate the domes
tie side of their nature. This sugges
tion Is interesting, hut it seems to go
against the American genius in one
respect. It is a part of out- National
character to devote ourselves with sin
gleness and thoroughness to whatever
we undertake. We may change our |
professions or devote ourselves to new
careers, but when we make a change
we believe la burning our boats be--- !
hind us.
The American girl who goes to col
lege obeys this instinct in making a
business of it The very thoroughness
of her devotion to the career has raised
the question whether the college edu
cation does not produce a sore of atro
phy of the domestic impulses. The
question is one which experience must
answer. But even very studious g-rls
in college are apt to get their social
recesses, without taking a year off,
and we doubt if the socially deadening
influence of the college training is as
great as is often supposed.—New York
Mail and Express.
Winter M u fls.
Muffs are a curious study this year,
and are indeed oue of the most expen
sive accessories to a complete toilet.
To wear with the fur coats—the scusi- ,
bio ones, that is—there are fur muffs
made iu the old-fushioued round
shapes, but without auy thick inter
lining of cotton, or muffs In obloug
shupe, lined with satin, or with the
same fur that is outshle. These have
uo interlining, whatever, except some
down. But no matter hew many fur
mull's a woman owns, she is not well
gowned unless she has a muff for each
costume —rather a serious undertaking
in these days, when so many costumes
are demanded by fashion.
To wear with a gray cloth gown
there is a muff, oblong in shape, made
entirely of gray taffeta silk. The
centre has rows of cords, and at each
end are four ruffles trimmed with fuell
ings of taffeta, and on the outside of
the muff a white artificial flower with
green leaves fastening a how of gray
satin ribbon. To wear with tins is a
double cape collar and ruche, made of
the taffeta silk, trimmed with pink
ruehings, a large bow at the back of
the neck, and an Inside ruffle of line 1
white lace. At the throat are long
lace ties and bunches of gray satin
rib bou.—Harper's Bazar.
Concerning Baby's Sleep.
A table showing the amount of time
a healthy, well-brought-up baby spends
each day in steeping, was brought out
recently by au authority. It is us
follows:
For the first three weeks, from 17 to
19 hours.
At oue month, 17 to IS hours.
At two months, 10 to 17 hours.
At three months, 15 to 10 hours.
At nine months, lS'.i to 11 hours.
At twelve mouths, 10 to 11 hours.
After this a child should sleep as
loug as possible—uot less than 11 <r
12 hours at uiglit, and retain the cus
tom of a midday sleep for at leust two
more years. All children require a
great deal of sleep to make up for
the wear and tear of the day. Until
they are done growing, a regular ten
hour night should be the rule.
N EWEST
French suede gloves in the new
shades are attached with rhinestones
or cameo buttons.
Small sweaters for the little ones
come iu blue with red trimmings and
brass buttons down tbe from.
Slate colored sued, gloves which can
be worn with gowns of almost auy
color have as the latest finish gun
metal buttons
Slips of gayly flowered silks over .4
gowns of black net are embellished
with small velvet crescents, combined
with knots and loops of ribbons.
An origiual gown for a bridesmaid
is of ivory white corduroy, which is
worn with a hut of black Irish lace
adorned with several sweeping plumes.
Young girls' evening frocks are mnde
of Pompadour striped silks or polka
dotted erepe de Chine, trimmed at the
foot with clusters of tiny ruffles ail
velvet bordered.
The newest fancy buckles are of gold
or gilt metal, with a background of
black satin ribbon. It depends upon
the quality of the metal whether real
- or imitation jewels ure used.
- Black velvet buttons are frequently
used as an effective finish to full
ruches or velvet bordered ruffles.
Other late designs iu buttons are cov
ered with luce or embroidered silk.
A good Idea iu handkerchief cases is
in those made of linen handkerchiefs,
with embroidered edges, the four cor
ners turned over at the top, and hand
painted with flowers, the inside with
a silk quilted liuiug, and the top
fastened with ribbons.