Steadily and surely London's local traffic is likely to come under Ameri can control, and it will undoubtedly be Changed for the better under American management. A Russian court recently gave a woman a $50,000 verdict for the loss of live teeth In a Trans-Siberian rail way accident. The court had evidently never heard of our $8 sets of rose pearl so popular in America. The only church in America which has the distinction of having been dedicated by the man who became a President of the United States is tho Disciple Church, at Wellington, Ohio, which was dedicated by Garfield before the Civil War, and the pulpit of which he more than once occupied as a preacher. Census Bureau reports say that in 1000 there were 5,739,057 farms in the United States, valued at $16,074,094,- 247. Farm implements and machinery were estimated as worth $701,201,550, and live stock at $3,078,050,041. The total valuation of farm property in the republic was therefore rated at more than $20,000,000,000. Three days by modern ocean steam ers from Seattle lands the traveler at Skagway, Alaska; twelve hours by rail over the mountains carries him to the head waters of the Yukon, from whence well-equipped river steamers carry him to the gold,fields of Central Alaska or down the Yukon, which is navigable for over 2000 miles. Whore does the superabundant electric energy of a thunderstorm come from? In the annual report of the United States Weather Bureau, condensation is credited with a large share in its production. When small, feebly charged particles of mist are welded together, as it were, into raindrops, since the potential increases as the squure of the mass, a high tension may easily be developed. Ten drops, each charged to one thousand volts will thus produce one drop charged to one hundred thousand volts. As soon as drops begin to form at the beginning of a storm, the relatively small tension of the atmospheric charges soon be comes enormously multiplied, and dis ruptive lightning discharges are the result. A writer in the Contemporary Re view discusses the growth of fraud. He maintains that of late years breaches of trust have been very nu merous in England. "The newspapers have reported case after case of fraud by trusted professional agents nnd by other persons, some of these rogues being distinguished among men, and notable for the assured effrontery of their suave utterances of the highest principles of professional conduct." This proposition is supposed to he demonstrated by official records. The average yearly number of crimes, or Indictable offences, reported to tho police in England and Wales during the period 1885-80 was 80,903, those classed as frauds numbering 1870, During the period 1800-04 the figures were 83,831 and 2008. From 1895-00 they were 70,450 and 2500. Thus it would seem that, while crime in gen eral was materially decreasing, frauds were rapidly multiplying. Other crimes fell off ten per cent, in number in fifteen years, while frauds increased more than thirty-eight per cent. It is undoubtedly true that employ ers are constantly looking for ability, but what operates against the man of ability is the frequent failure of em- j ployers to recognize him. It is a most | difficult thing to discern ability in others, observes Profitable Advertis ing. Being a quality that is brought to light only by test, we do not see it at a glance or during a conversation, and fur this reason hundreds of men of ability have not yet been recognized. This rarity of discernment is an un fortunate condition. It clogs the wheels of progress, hinders industrial devel opment and ruins great enterprises. The man at the head of some exten sive industry may lack the power tc recognize ability, and the eventual re sult is that his business fails. Yet he never thinks of blaming himself for it, nor does he reflect that among the applicants for positions he has turned away may have been the man who could have saved the day. Therefore, while the demand for ability is great, tin? need for men capable of discerning ability aud estimating it is greatei. Perhaps some time in the distant fu ture away will be found for training such men. They will probably be af forded exceptional facilities for study ing human nature, and of thus learn ing to judge men quickly and accu rately. Then there will be fewer fail ures, while industrial progress will be •till more rapid than it is to-day. THE CREATEST IN THE WORLD. All my youthful (lays I fancied I saw plainly truth and rightp Dreamed, to me, life's wondrous meaning Stood revealed in clearest light. Mow I know I seo but dimly Half the glory of the truth; Tut aside are childish fancies. Vanished far the dreams of youth. Mow beyond my boldest vision Signs of what shall be I trace, When no more by weakness hindered I shall see as face to face. J have gained a higher wisdom, Time lias brought a faith profound, Steadfast now my hope abidetli, Since by love my lite is crowned. OWEN CONKLING was in that unenviable frame of minil In which idle young men begin to fancy that they are ul jendy blase. During the three years that had elapsed since he left college He bad done nothing more laborious than travel. He had an old-fashioned teverence for women, but lie began to l>e conscious of an Involuntary heresy (hat included the whole sex except his (bother. Equipped by nature and train ihg to shine in society, he had begun By running the whole gamut of Its pos sibilities and ended by believing that there was "nothing in it." His healthy imagination and romantic spirit were dominated by his disciplined mind, and, though he didn't admit it even to himself, he was coining to the belief that the only satisfactory occupation for a wise man of vigor and ambition is work. He was coming to regard himself so seriously that it became quite impossible for him to think of women without a smile of deprecation. One by one he had put a hundred to the test—his test—and his well consid ered verdict in each case had been "There's nothing to her." He had now spent a whole summer In Clare, a quasi-fashionable resort in the fruit region, and had catalogued and "double-crossed" every woman he had met there. Then, just as he was about to leave for the city he saw a young woman who set him thinking. She was brune nnd beautiful without SUB DID NOT HAVE THE SSO. the aid of any tricks of fashion. Her personality so dominated both milliner and modiste that Owen, connoisseur that he was, didn't know how she was attired. He saw her walking along the street with a speed that was swift without haste, nnd as he watched her face he felt something of the old ador ation of his salad days coming into his eyes. At the corner she stopped to talk to a brown-faced country woman, per haps a farmer's wife, and as Owen passed them he heard her say: "I'm going to-night, Mrs. Krnuss. Will you see me off? Oh, thank you. It's the 11 o'clock. I'm so disappointed " That was all he heard. The voice was as gentle nnd penetrating as the luminous eyes. He moped all afternoon, but took the bus for the 11 o'clock train. She was in It, with Mrs. Krnuss when it called nt the hotel. Conkling sat in the far corner and tried to see her face in the half-light. She was talking. "I just hate to leave without those apples," she was saying, "They're out at Shafer's nlace—seven nllles—tlie best, the only g>.od crop I've seen this trip. But the hateful old thing wouldn't sell them or even give me an option unless I planked down SSO. No; Monday will be too late. I saw Peale & Seed's buyer up at the ho tel to-day. He's scouring Mk'hi„nn for apples, and he'll have Shafer's be i fore I eould get hack." j "Don't worry. Miss Pauline," said the , other woman. "I'd loan you the money | if I ltnd it. Perhaps if you hurry I back " "Oh, no! I know how quick that other buyer Is—l could just cry." And as they ncared the depot Conk- Ung saw her crushing her little band- What avails the words of angels? What avails the tongues of men? What the gift of prophesying? What our learning s farthest ken? What the faith that moveth mountains? What can charity secure? What though we may die as martyrs? Without love our souls are poor. Love endureth, hopeth all things; Love seeks not its own to gam. Turns with all the more compassion Unto those who give us pain. 'Mid the doubts that mock our knowledge 'Mid the clamor of our creeds, There abides our surest safety, In the love of kindly deeds. ■ —Victor E. Southworth, in Denver News. kerchief into n hall between her hands. He got out llrst, aware of an absorb ing desire to be of service to Miss Pau line. She had alighted and said good bye to her friend before he had collect ed his wits sufficiently to help her out of the bus. He was awed by this fas cinating woman, because he now knew that she had a better for living than lawn parties and cotillions. He knew her name was Pauline, that she was "in trade" and in trouble. As he stood there watching her she suddenly gasped "My valise!" and ran to the end of the platform. He was quickly be side her. bis hat in his hand. "I left my valise in the bus," she said. "Would you, could you " He was gone like a lackey, and in two minutes she was taking the little traveling bag from his hand. "Thank you very much, Mr. ——" "Conkling," he said. "My money was in it. I don't know how to thank you. Goodness, here comes our train. Ave you going " "Is this yours, too? I found it in the bus." And he held out a little red ap ple. But she laughed a little sadly and said: "You may keep It, Mr. Conkling. Are you going on this train?" She raised her voice and spoke close to his ear so that he might hear above the hissing engine. "No," he said, putting the apple in his pocket and helping her up the steps as the train groaned away. She bowed again, and lie held his hat in his hand till she wus out of sight. Then he went to the hotel, counted his money and got tlie night clerk to cash a draft. In fifteen minutes he was sitting in a hired buggy driving through the night to Shafer's farmhouse, seven miles away. He got there at midnight and roused the Dutchman, who enme to the door with a light in one hand and a shotgun in the other. Conkling ex plained that lie had to leave town in the morning and had come to buy ap ples. Tlie Dutchman chuckled. The price was $3.50 per barrel for the whole lot, 500 bnrrels. The fashion able young man haggled, argued, sim ulated for the first time in his life. He began to realize that there was a chance for eloquence, wit and mental activity even in apple buying. He "beat down" the farmer till the price was agreed at $2.00, and congratulated himself on having probably done bet ter than Miss Pauline or any woman I could have done. "Was there a lady here this after noon?" he asked as the farmer scrawled a bill of sale. "Yah. A laty dere vas rich mein ep ples ull vould py von tree dollar forty, alier she didn't hef dose fecfty tollnrs cash monig." "Did you get her name?" "Ach neiu, I did not got id. She vas von Sheeengo by de eppel plzlness." Conkling was disappointed. He had hoped to get Miss Pauline's name. But lie paid $250 as an earnest, and told the Dutchman to ship the apples to his Chicago address with a bill-ladiug and draft to follow. Hp had almost reaelieu tlic Union Station next day before figure out a feasible plan to get his apples to KUlss Pauline. But he was inspired ■with nil unwonted enthusiasm, and •when he got Into his cab he told the driver to take him to a newspaper office. There he wrote out this adver tisement: "For sale: 500 barrels of per fect winesaps from Shafer's farm, near Clare, Mich. Quick bargain. K 80." He got fifty or more answers the next day and threw all but one in the waste basket. It read: "Iv 80. Dear sir. If you call with sample at my office, 814 Futurity Building, I will make an offer. Pauline Davis, agent." She was sitting at her desk, more ra diant than ever, when he walked in with the little red apple in his extended hand. lie saw her blush furiously as she Stood up, but she said: "Why, Mr. Conkling! You didn't buy those— "Y'es, Miss Davis, I bought them You see I wanted " "But you're not In the apple bus! ness?" "Oh, no. I just happened to over hear your conversation in the bus that night and I wanted to help you out." "But I know you must have been swindled. Did you pay more than two fifty? Honest, now, Mr. Conkling?" She smiled ingenuously, then laughed with delight as he lied: "No, miss. Only two-forty. Will you take them off my hands at once?" "Take them off your hands? Why, I'll share the profits with you." "If you are pleased, I hnve already collected my profits," he said, and she blushed as her bright eyes smiled again. Owen Conkling didn't leave till he had fixed up his first business deal to the eminent satisfaction of Miss Davis, but be went like a somnambulist back to the depot and took a train for Clare. There he repeated his journey to Slia fer's, and when he came away he had an invoice made out to Miss Pauline Davis, in which the apples were billed at $2.40. *T"m out just two hundred and fifty," he smiled to himself as he drove back to town, "but she'll never know it. I'd give a million rather than lose her." And when he came back to her with that apple bill and she had compli mented him on his "first buy," she added: "Why, Mr. Conkling, you ought to go into the business." "I will, Miss Pauline," he answered, quite seriously, "if you'll take me Into partnership." And she looked surprised, but not displeased as he whispered: "Life part nership, Pauline."—John H. ItaftOry, in the Chicago Ilecord-Herald. A Slight MlßunilerßtniHllnjr, A young man, whose gallantry was largely in excess of ids pecuniary means, sought to remedy this defect and to save the money required for t lie purchase of expensive flowers by arranging with a gardener to let him have a bouquet from tints to time in return for ids cast off clothes. So it happened that one day he received a hunch of the most beautiful roses, which lie at once dispatched to his lady love. In sure anticipation of a friendly welcome, he called at the house of the young woman the same evening, and was not a little surprised at a frosly reception. After a pause the young woman re marked in the most frigid tones: "You sent me a note to-day." "A note—l?" "Certainly, along with the flowers." "To lie sure, I sent you flowers; but " "And this note was with the bouquet. Do you mean to deny it?" And the young man read: "Don't for get tlie old trousers you promised me the other day."—New York Tribune. Appntlte and Hunger. "Most persons do not discriminate between hunger and appetite," said a doctor of long experience. "Appetite is what makes a man drink or smoke, and what makes most men and women eat. Many go through life never knowing what hunger really is. I often fast sixty hours and never feel the worst for it. A friend of mine, a physician in Brooklyn, goes without food sixteen days at a stretch, and keeps up his work meanwhile. There isn't an organ that can contract any disease from lack of food. Most of them do become diseased through the effort to take care of too much food. They are all in better tone after a fast. Another thing: hunger is felt only In the mouth and throat. That gone feeling that many complain of is not hunger; that is a form of disease. If persons would eat only when they were hungry and only as much as hunger, not appetite, called for—well, we doc tors would have to fast."—New York Press. Tlio Men and the Noten. Two men went into the world to seek their fortunes. While one was singing with his eyes upturned the other was looking on the ground for what he might find, and was fortunate enough to discover a ten dollar bill. Ills first delight was turned to disappointment when he thought that it might as well have been a hundred dollars. Then, actuated by avurice, he dexterously changed the figures, pasted a "C" over the "X" and raised the note tenfold. His companion continued to sing, and endeavored to raise his high note to n C. and, after persistent effort, suc ceeded. Both men were discovered, an! while the former Is behind bars without a note the other is In front of bars cashing his notes as fast as he can utter them. Moral—lt makes a difference what sort of notes are raised.—New Y'ork Herald. Poor Truth ! Truth never runs a race with fiction without getting tripped up and beaten. —New York Press. 1 I <S> IT I r 1 An Kxcitlng Incident. THE upheaval of the lee that binds- ttbft Yukon is always fascinating nnd exciting, but 110 greater and more spectacu lar scene in connection with the break ing has been chronicled than that at Eive Fingers rapids several days ago. The high, rocky pillars that stand as barriers at tlie rapids choked with ice. and for days Sustained a weight of hundreds of thousands o'f tons of ice and blockaded water, which, when it broke, tore through the gorge with ter rific force and a speed of thirty miles an hour in wildest tumult. All the rocky barriers that form the channel and the "Fingers" were sus taining an untold weight of ice and water, gathered there as tlie result of the flow of days from the upper Yukon. The water spread far up the stream, and threatened to overflow the banks, nnd there Is no telling what might have been the result had not the Govern ment blasted the keystone of ice from the lower portion and opened the gorge. Capt. Jack Williams, of the White Pass Company, fired tlie charge which opened the jam. He was standing in front of the "Fingers," and yet on a piece of ice when the telling shot \Yas fired. With unexpected sudden ness the great mass of blocked matter forced the situation, and Williams was sent swirling down tlie stream before the cracking, maddening tumult of es caping waters and chaotic -ice floes. Fortunately, lie was swept to tlie base of one of tlie cliffs, and there found a narrow niche in which to cling. He seized tlie projecting wall and sprung to the nielie, and with his back turned to the bluff and facing the wild proces sion of the elements, be stood in fear and trembling. One solid hour he stood on that rock, nnd the grinding, crunching and plunging ice went past him in merciless roar. Williams' fellows had gone to the lower end of the rapids, expecting to see liiui on some ice floes far down tlie stream, or, perhaps, most likely, not to see liim at all. Walter Wcnsky, German Consul at Dawson, happened along at that time, anil, with a strong Held glass, scanned the canyon. Weil sky went up stream instead of down, and soon located liim in the nielie. The roaring of tlie rushing ice and water through tlie rocky gorge made li impossible to bear any one speak in the vicinity of where Williams stood nnd be heard. It was all men could do to hear one another when they stood together. The tremendous force of miles of Ice nnd water above tlie "Fingers" was driving the water through the gorge at I lie hurricane speed of thirty miles an hour. It was one wild, plunging race, of which Con sul Wcnsky says: "Never in my life had I seen such a spectacle of grandeur, such a magnifi cent demonstration of nature's physical forces exerting their awful power. If ever there was n scene awe-inspiring in its effect on mail, this was one. "There being 110 time to lose in an effort to save Williams, we rushed up tlie river, and after traveling some distance came to where we could shout across to a wood camp. A man named Ebo was there, and lie heard us. We told him of tlie predicament nnd lie took a rope and went to tlie rescue. Tlie line was made fast and dropped fifty feet over tlie bluff. It fell within the reach of Williams and lie seized it. A few moments later he was dangling from tlie lino and swinging in mid-ntr as lie desperately fought and climbed for life. The struggle did not last long. Muscular and active that lie was, Wil liams soon sealed the cliff and was safe. "The intensity of that grand escaping flood and jam thrills me yet. Tlie ice was four hours passing through the gorge. It was swollen to flfteen feet above the normal level of tlie river as It made its escape, nnd went on plung ing nnd grinding with the fury of a monster. Far below tlie rapids the river traveled at great speed, cutting away in tlie distance around bends of the stream with tlie white-mailed tur bulent crest as far as the eye could reach, running until finally worn out and exhausted miles away."—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A Story of Heroic Self Sacrifice. Tlie logs heaped upon themselves, wedged and ground Into one another in what seemed to be an Inextricable mass. A few individual logs were drawn out with the rope and horses, but the other logs only seemed to groan, make a little move and pack the closer. One, two. three, four days they all worked nnd failed. The water had risen considerably because of tlie jam and was forcing other logs back against the banks above tlie falls. Almost distracted with Ills perplex ity, Mr. George was carefully examin ing tills backward action, when tlie logs under liim made a move, dropping him into the water, and pinning liim at the tliigli between the logs and tlie rocky shore. It looked as If his legs would be crushed—such was tlie back ward force of the water and logs. Alarm was sounded. Men tried to force the logs back and get tlie young master out, lmt in vain. A rope was tied around bis waist, and they tried to draw him out, but that also was in vain. , The foreman, who had been making a new anfl enreful survey of the jam came up to report to Mr. George that be hail found the key log, and that there was no other way in which to break the jam than by getting that log out, or by having some one go out over the falls, in front of that mighty mass of timber and accumulaaed wa ter, and cut that log. But he found his young master pinned by the logs and unconscious with pain. He called some of his men for con sultation. They all agreed that the only way to break the jam and free their master was to got that key log started or broken. To this log the rope was fastened, and with horses and men another effort was made to extricate it; but it would not move. The foreman seized an nx and started for the log. "Boys," said he, "look after Mr. George. When the logs move, drag him out quickly at all hazards. If I am killed, give him my respects." And the noble, stalwart man. nimble as a cat, ran over the logs and began chopping the key log in two. There were men 011 the bank ready to help him if he could be helped. Swiftly the • big ehips flew. Suddenly, with a growl, a crash, a thundering roar, the _J jam broke, and ere the brave man could reach the shore it carried him among the tumbling logs and seething waters to an untimely end. At the first movement of the jam the logs that pinned the master were loosened and he was dragged up nnd laid on the bank, bruised, bpt with 110 bones broken. It was not, however, till after four days' search that the body of the brave foreman was found, nnd then it was an almost unrecognizable mass of j pounded flesh and broken bones.— Christian Endeavor World. Captured by Moonehinerff, f William H. Smith, a traveling sales- / man for a wholesale house in Chicago ' which does a large business in the ! mountain district of Eastern Kentucky, 1 was in the city recently and told the following story of an experience sev- 1 eral years ago, when the Government V officials were using their most slreuu- y ous efforts to break up illicit distilling in the section referred to. One of the stores on Mr. Smith's visiting list was about six or eight miles from the nearest railroad sta tion, and it was necessary for him to make the remainder of the trip on horseback. As he reached a bridge which spanned a little mountain stream about a mile from his destination he passed a solitary individual leaning listlessly against the rail of the bridge. Salutations were exchanged, nnd Mr. Smith passed 011, but he noticed that the stranger, who was armed with a rifle, eyed him rather curiously. He had gone but a short distance when a shrill whistle rang out behind him, which was almost immediately an swered by a similar note from some where In front of him. The road curved at this point, ;njk when Mr. Smith reached It he was ac- ■ eosted by two men, also armed, who ordered him to throw up Ins hands and go with them. Considerably surprised and very much alarmed at the sudden interruption, he permitted his horse to be turned off the road Into a small path, one of the men leading the ani mal while the other kept him covered with his rifle. Mr. Smith began to question his cap tors, but the ouly reply he got was, "Shut up; you'll find out soon enough." The captors and captured proceeded in fids manner for about fifteen minutes, when they came to a log hut in a small clearing, about which several men were gathered. Still keeping him cov ered, the men marched their prisoner up to tlie group with flic remark, "We got one of them revenooers, but didn't see t'other one." The men gazed at him with lowering glances that bodn?- ill for his future welfare, anil forgm-1 ten tales which he had heard of the f fate that was meted out to revenue officers by the moonshiners filled bis mind. While he was looking around with the idea of making a ilasli for liberty a man who had hitherto been In the hut on me out, and, as he approached, Mr. Smith saw a surprised look cross ids face. "Well, lielio, Mr. Smith, since when have you been In the Govern ment service!" Then, turning to the astonished men, the newcomer said: "Hoys, you've got the wrong man. Tiiis is Mr. Smith, who sells goods up to the store yonder." Explanations and apologies were in. order, and lie learned that a couple of officers were 111 the neighborhood and that the moonshiners had resolved te capture them. The mnu who recog nized liim had often seen him in the store and had remembered him , Thanks to the recognition, Mr. was released.—Baltimore Sun. Burietl T\v'nt3*-tlire<* Honrs. Isaac Pitwood, of Ncedmore, BrowD County, Indiana, came near losing his life a few days ago, and he believes nothing but a miracle saved him. He was cleaning out a well ou the Town send farm, between Mnlilesville and -Martinsville, when the walls caved in, burying bini alive. The well was sev enty-two feet deep, and Pitwood was twelve feet from the bottom when the accident occurred. A derrick was se cured, and a large force of men went to work to take out the stone in order to secure the body. The work lasted all night nnd the following morning. When they got within four feet of Pit wood they could hear him cnlliug f u[ V help. The excitement was Intense ain' the men worked like inad to release Pitwood before It was too late. Pit wood was taken from the well more dead than alive, after having been buried twenty-three hours. He was not seriously injured. There are now 300,000 Mormons In the United States, their number having doubled between thu last two deeadea
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