A SONG OF THE SETTLEMENT,
I sing a song of the West land,
Though how shall a song but fail
To capture the blue horizons
That swallow the prairie trail!
And how shall letters and paper
Imprison the broadth of life!
Thev know, who travel the prairie,
We know the song of its strife—
The shouting nights, when the blizzard
Is reeling across the plain,
The lazy hum of the west wind
At play with the gleaming grain.
The sigh of the sleeping grassland
To the low hung golden moon,
The song of the waving wheat tops
Ablaze with the crown of noon.
The low hoarse voice of the hunter,
liis eyes and their warning gleam,
The creep in moeeasined sience,
The old log trail to the stream.
The sudden rap of a rifle.
The fall of a startled moose, ,
The day-long wait—and at' evening
The songs in the old caboose.
The glint of snow through the shadows,
The echo of sharpened steel.
The crack of the falling timbers,
The poplar's earthward reel.
The ring of sleighs on the home trail,
The glimmer of lights afar.
The glow of the shanty firelight,
The gleam of the evening star.
The wail of wolves in the darkness,
The children's sonft in the light.
The large sweet grip of the daytime,
The awe of the great deep night.
But how shall letters and paper
Bring aught of its life to you,
The fruitless toil of the many.
The scant success of the few;
The hopes and fears of the prairie,
Its words to the sons of men;
Nay, how should a volume hold it,
Inscribed with a human pen?
—H. H. Bashford, in the London Spec
tator.
lAT THE HISH I
1 TIDE OF LOVE §
'ifii A Tale of the Soul-Flood.
jijy) Ey William Arch M'Clean. <£i'
IllliilllillSiiiiil
VICTOR IRVINE was a man of
decidedly peculiar appearance,
habits ami thoughts. He was
large in frame. He had long,
straight hair, that fell around his head
like so many strings. His little dark
eyes went skipping from one thing to
another. On one occasion he greeted
friends with effusive politeness; on
tlie next, passed them without recog
nition, occupied with his thoughts.
People called him a crank. They smiled
when his name was mentioned, inti
mating that something was not quite
"right in his upper story." He was
known, however, to be a man of Intel
ligence, a scholar. His neighbors said
he made his living with some horrid
smelling stuffs he called chemicals.
Victor had a hobby that overshad
owed all other peculiarities, which he
confided to those with whom he was
Intimately acquainted. To these he
Invariably explained a strange philoso
phy that possessed him. He would in
troduce it by speaking of the mysteri
ous attraction of the sun and moon up
on the great oceans; how under their
Influence there was the ebb and flow
of the tide twice a day. Then he would
conclude by saying that the greater
part of the human body was a liquid
formation; that this same overwhelm
ing watery composition was subject to
an ebb and flow as in the oceans; and
that it was a fact that he recognized
flnily In his own body.
There was a cause for this philosophy
of Victor. His mother was of a highly
nervous temperament, and very deli
cate in health. Her physician had or
dered her one year to the sea. She had
gone early in the spring. In a cottage
by the sea she passed many weeks,
most of the time with her face toward
the great expanse of water.
As the flow of the tide came In with
a roar and a boom, there was an ex
hilaration in It that was conveyed to
her that gave her hope and courage.
It was a stimulus to her spirits. Life
was richer than at any other time.
Then would follow the ebb, with Its
muffled break, with its subtle slipping
away of waters. It brought a change
to the woman. There would be a re
lapse, a passing away, a tameness, a
spiritlessness.
Each day of the whole summer the
ebb and flow of the tides brought an
ebb and flow in the woman, in her
spirits. In the fall a baby—Victor
was born. He came at midnight at the
greatest roar and rush of high tide.
Then the ebb set in. As the mother
lovingly gazed at her child she faintly
murmured: "He came at the flow of
the tide; I go at the ebb." So it
proved.
Thus the strange philosophy of the
ebb and flow entered the life of Victor
Irvine. The story of his mother's last
moments had never been told him. He
was, however, not grown to manhood
when he tirst felt and recognized the
strange influence of the ebb and flow.
It came to be to him that only in the
flow—a few hours at midday and at
midnight—could he accomplish any
thing. Then he conducted ids chemical
experiments, made his analyses. With
the rush of the flow thoughts, ideas,
conceptions, suggestions burst tnmultu
ou'sly upon him, pounding on the surf
of his brain. It was a work of fever
lsh intensity to grasp and save them
If he failed to catch them, with the cbt
they went. Work was a drudgery the
remainder of the day. At the midnight
flow it was his habit to put in perma
nent form, in writing, the work he was
engaged upon. Any treatise finished
then was usually received as brilliantly
scientific. The moment the ebb was
on the pen became Impotent.
Into the tides of this man's life
floated two objects which became of
absorbing; interest to him. One was a
woman, the other a chemical mystery.
He had come upon an element in his
chemical studies that he could not sat
isfactorily explain to himself. He real
ized that it might be a new element.
He might be the discoverer of that
which would startle the scientific
world. So far the element had eluded
liim. Ho had not only been unable to
satisfy himself of Its existence, but
also what its characteristics were, or
whether it might not be a known ele
ment in a new form.
The woman—Mary Ames—was a
warm hearted, whole souled woman; a
woman who, with a broad, tender, hu
man sympathy read life and the vari
ous species of natures that possessed
mankind she knew; a woman who could
see good where others saw dross. She
understood Victor Irvine. She gave him
credit where others had given ridicule.
She respected the man, the student.
She found a man who could be honest
and true, a man who could love.
The love of Mary Ames'became a
staff for him to lean on. Through her
eyes he took a new view of the earth,
of mankind. He was irresistibly
drawn to her. # Then it was, when the
rush of the incoming flow was flooding
itself through him, that thoughts, feel
ings, affections for Mary possessed
him. It was then, when the flow
pounded on the surf of liis heart, he
cried to himself, "This is life, life."
Victor was so situated as only to he
able to see Mary in the evening. There
was always an inclination to remain
late with her, which lie never yielded
to. He had always gone before the
rush of the midnight high tide. For
this reason he had not spoltcu of the
love that possessed him, had not had a
chance to pour it out in a rush of words
in the flow. The ebb brought him a
timidity that was painful. There was
an ever-present fear that she would
slip away from him in the undertow.
One day he came to her in the morn
ing. It was a holiday. As he lingered
lie felt the coming of the midday flow.
Their conversation grew exceedingly
bright. In the waiting for the highest
tide ho was overwhelmed with the
thought that he must tell Mary of the
love he had for her, that consumed
him. He broke out:
"Mary—darling, you are so sweet—
so sweet—you are so grand—so grand.
I have something I have been going
to tell you—tell you, dear," then he
stopped. The ebb was on. He felt it.
He could got no farther. He stam
mered.
•"The—ebb—Mary—l will tell you at
another time."
Several weeks passed. It was not
told. It was the month of March, at
the time of the vernal equinox. Great
storms raged on the ocean. The tides
were running high.
One night, in the worst fury of the
storm, Victor was in his laboratory,
busy at work. He was experimenting.
The element he had been hunting for
had turned up. He had made several
successful analyses. It seemed to him
that lie almost understood the secret
that had been eluding him. It was not
yet 10 o'clock. It was more than two
hours until the ebb. In that time the
mystery would he known, the problem
solved, and the world would credit him
with a discovery.
The flow rushing on In great surges
brought other Inspirations. There was
Mary. How sweet love was, how
glorious! It was almost his. Would
it ever be his? Life without It was a
dead, empty thing. It must be his.
Away out came two great waves to
ward the shore of the soul of Victor
Irvine. They rolled, tossed and pitched
as they moved in. On one perched the
secret of chemistry that he had been
diligently searching for. On the other
love rode.
Tlie two waves were in fearful strug
gle the one with the other. They raised
their high heads and broke into angry
fenthery caps. Tliey chased each
other, one seeking to swallow the
other. The contest was a wild, tem
pestuous one. At last, with a roar,
they went together and, breaking, flew
far up the beach, love riding triumph
antly in.
It was then that Victor fled through
the rain to the home of the woman ho
loved. Higher, greater swells were
rising out on the waters, following
each other to the shore. As onward
they came he poured out to the woman
tlie tale of his life, the misery of his
loneliness. Its pathetic strangeness,
tlie sweetness of the love he horo her,
tlie wealth of happiness there was in
it. Before the ebb came ho had the
answer of the woman. It was satis
factory. There was no regret for the
lost secret of the laboratory.
As the moons waxed and waned the
secret came back to the inmate of a
happy home. It returned as jetsam
of that night of the storm.—New York
News.
1H .Jewish Exclnsiveness llrenklnc Up?
"Is Jewish exclusiveuess becoming a
legend rather than a reality?" asks the
London Chronicle in connection with
the following date from Australia
which would seem to suggest an af-
Urinative answer. In New South
Wales, according to the recently pub
lished matrimonial statistics, during
the last year no less than sixty-seven
Jewesses selected husbands from the
Cburcli of England, while seventeen
mated with Catholics and eleven found
their affinities in the Presbyterian fold.
One hundred and fifty-one Jews were
united to Anglican wives, sixty-two to
Catholics, thirteen to Presbyterians,
twelve to Methodists, four to non-de
nominationalists and two to Congrega
tlonalists, while a solitary son of Israel
is reported to have wed a Baptist Al
together out of 781 Jewish marriages,
341 were more or less "mixed"—a
| favorable showing for modern Anglo
| I srae 11 tiam.—Baltimore Sun.
(She Funny
*S~ide of
Life,
Popular Fictlou.
A dab or two of history,
A fragile thread of plot,
Great gobs of talk and love and gore—
-5 The rest, it matters not. . j
' -Liffr ,
On Toast. ' -
McJigger—'"The robin is a very timid
jird, isn't It?"
Thingumbob—"l guess so. At any
rate, the average restaurant cook can
make it quail."—Philadelphia Press.
Feminine Amenities.
Miss Thirtyodd—"l want to give ray
fiance a surprise on his birthday.
Can't you suggest something?"
Miss De Flypp—"Well, you might
tell him your age?"— Chicago News.
Cupid as u Gardener.
Edith—"l see th.it the charming
young Widow Dashlngtou does not
wear her weeds any more."
Mayme—'"No; she expects to be
weeded out of the widow class in the
near future."—Chicago News.
Eubeleda
i
' o o*"-
—London Punch.
Scented Truuble.
Mrs. Goss—"Why did they leave so
early In the season?"
Mrs. Sipp—"Mrs. Jones went home
because her hushnnd didn't send her
SSOO, and Mrs. Brown went because
her husband did send her $500."
Her Hlittier Life.
"Do you find it difficult to attend to
your social duties and keep up on the
art and literature of the times?"
"Oh, no. I always try to devote at
least fifteen minutes a day to art and
literature."—Chicago ltecord-Herald.
Hard to Avoid.
The Parent—"lf he would but apply
himself to his books! But he will uot
take the trouble."
The Pedagogue—"Nay, then, if he Is
so averse to trouble I can see large
quantities of It coming his way!"-
Puck.
Brevity.
"Do you think that brevity is the soul
of wit?"
"Well," answered the man who Is al
ways thinking about money, "the bio
graphers of some of the brightest poets
indicate that they were very short."—
Washington Star.
An EmbarraßHinent.
"Why don't you praise your wife's
cooking once In a while and cheer her
up?"
"I'm afraid to try. Every time I say
anything is particularly good it turns
out to be something that was pur
chased at the grocery."
The Desperado's Doom.
And how were you finally cap
tured?"
"1 was completely wore out," an
swered the Western desperado.
"By fatigue and hunger?"
"No. Glvln' newspaper Interviews
an' bavin' my picture took."
At th. Bourilln; House.
Chorus of Boarders—"ls'this all we
have for supper?"
Mrs. Sly—"Yes. We will have light
suppers hereafter so that we can get
through early and play ping-pong.
Good Idea, Isn't It?" New York World.
Working Him.
Borroughs—"Say, old mat, can you
break a twenty so I can get a five
dollar hill out of it?"
Markley "Sure; here you are.
Where's your twenty?"
Borroughs—"Oh, you misunderstood
me. I thought you had a twenty.
Thanks! One five will do."—Philadel
phia Press
THE MYSTERIOUS WOODCOCK.
Disappears In Moulting Season and Then
Appears Again.
It la during the months of August
and September that the mystery of the
woodcock's life begins. This is the
moulting season, when the bird
changes Its plumage before beginning
Its journey southward. At this time
it leaves the swamps. Where does it
go? That is a question which has
never yet received a satisfactory an
swer, although each sportsman and
naturalist has k'is own opinion and
many tine spun theories have been ad
vanced. Some say that tile birds move
toward the north; some that they seek
the mountain tops, coming into the
swamps to feed only after nightfall;
some that they seek the cornfields.
And there have been many other such
theories. Probably the truth lies In a
mean of all these statements. I think
it probable that the birds know the
loss of their feathers renders them to a
certain extent helpless and more ex
posed to the attacks of their natural
enemies, and they therefore leave
the more open swamps and hide in
the densest and most tangled thickets.
It Is certain that they scatter, for at
this season single birds are found in
the most unusual and most unexpected
places. Years ago when shooting in
Dutchess County, New York, I knew
one or two swamps which we called
moulting swamps, where, in August,
we were sure to Hud a limited number
of birds. These swamps were over
grown with rank marsh grass and
were full of patches of wild rose and
sweetbrler. If we killed the birds
which we found there, we were sure,
in a week or ten days, to find their
places tilled by about the same num
ber.—From "A Woodland Hermit," in
Outing.
Moral* and Environment*-
Slnvery was not considered wrong
by the great Greek moralists, whose
ethical views 011 many other topics
were at least on a plane with those of
modern times. In the same way the
English colonists, who at home would
have scouted the very Idea of slavery,
soon became in the Southern States of
America the most ardent and sincere
advocates of the system; even the cler
gymen of the South honestly refused
to consider slavery a sin. Had the
Northern and Western States been sub
jected to the same climatic and eco
nomic condition there is little doubt
that, so far at least as they could keep
themselves shut off from contact with
the more advanced industrial civiliza
tion of Europe, they would have com
pletely shared the moral views of their
Southern brethren. Men are what con
ditions make them, and ethical ideals
are not exempt from the same inexor
able law of environment. Political
Science.
The Traction Engine on Farms.
The farm hand uud the farm horse
are rapidly being supplanted on the
level tracts of the West by the trac
tion engine. The farms are large, com
prising several hundred acres, some
times a thousand, and usually without
trees or stones. Under these conditions
the engine can do any kind of work.
It is a compact little machine run by
gasoline, and not at all like the ordinary
attachment to a threshing machine.
It runs a "gang plow," with five in a
row; three or four harrows at a time;
is coupled when desired to a separator
for threshing grain, runs the mill for
grinding cattle feed, and hauls farm
wagons to market laden with grain.
In fact, there is scarcely a thing about
farm work that the little traction en
gine will not do.
A lEoyal Tiff.
For a royal engageineut to be broken
off after it has once been announced
is an event so rare as to be almost
unique. Prince Siegfried of Bavaria,
and the Archduchess Annunciate,
whose marriage, it is now announced,
will not take place, stand almost alone
among European royalties. The clos
est parallel we can think of, curiously
enough, concerned an Austrian Prince
and Bavarian Princess, for the Em
peror of Austria was intended to marry
the elder sister of the late Empress,
and his suddenly fnlllng in love with
the royal lady who subsequently be
came his wife sent quite a thrill ot
consternation through the German
courts.—London Globe.
Wmpi Kill a Snake,
"We witnessed a fierce combat be
tween a snake and a wasp a few days
ago," writes the Belvidere correspond
ent of the Kiowa County Signal. "The
wasp would watch its chance to sting
the snake and then fly to a cactus. The
snake would crawl to the plant, but
would not strike while the wasp re
mained there. The wasp made several
false attempts to fly and finally in
duced the snake to strike. The reptile
In striking became attached to the cac
tus and couid not get away. The wasp
then flew away, and In a few moments
returned, bringing with him several of
his friends, who settled upon the snake
and 9tung him to death."—Kansas City
Journal.
Tlio Smyrna rig In California.
Smyrna tig raising has at last been
successfully established in California
on a large scale on the Stanford ranch
at Vina, by the employment of the
blastophaga as an agent for the fer
tilization of the fruit. The fruit is re
ported to be of an excellent quality,
and the industry of fig raising and
curing is now to be prosecuted on an
extensive scale. This means a valua
ble additon to the State's industrries
and the production of an article of com
merce for which there exists a market
the world over. Up to date tills mar
ket has been almost wholly supplied
by Asia Minor,—San Francisco Chron-
Md,
A cotton company of Philadelphia
has acquired a tract of land in the
Transvaal. It is said that experiments
have shown that cotton can be grown
much cheaper in South Africa than
in this country.
A trade paper says, in answer to a
correspondent, that the felt clotli of
which hats are made is composed
chiefly of the hair of rabbits, hares or
goats, mixed with wool. These sub
stances are thoroughly mixed together,
and are then pressed and beaten until
they adhere and form a compact, but
flexible, material.
The trade between Jerusalem and
Kerak has greatly increased, and the
number of tourists also. So the monks
have organized a company, and the
first motor-boat is soon to move over
the waters of the Dead Sea, which
have not been used for transit for
centuries. The boat lias the suggestive
name of Prodromos, "The Fore
runner."
An experiment that may result in a
permanent lowering of the price of
meat Is now making in northern
Florida. The waste lands that extend
around the gulf to the Teche country
of Louisiana are being utilized for
cattle-raising. Summer droughts and
winter blizzards make the western
country an expensive and often doubt
ful field for this industry. The present
high price of meat is due, in part, to
the drought of a year ago, in which
whole herds perished. On the Gulf
lands there would be no such hazard
ous conditions.
A schooner has just returned to San
Francisco after a six months' voyage
to the coast of South America, bring
ing news of the discovery of a gold
mine that will rival the famous Tread
well mine of Alaska. It is on an island
off the coast, but the discoverers will
not tell its exact situation, because
they have not yet secured a conces
sion to work it. The ore in the mine,
of which the schooner brought nearly
a ton in specimens, is of fair grade,
and it is said that there is an immense
quantity of it. The mine is so easily
reached from the coast that it will be
simply a proposition of quarrying it
out
The appearance of a new star in the
constellation Perseus, and its rapid ex
pansion into a nebula, which has been
going on for some time past, have
revived among astronomers the theory
that some nebulae may be formed by
explosion. About 1870, Professor
Bickerton, of Canterbury College, New
Zealand, showed that, If two stars
should graze one another, the abraded
parts, if relatively small, would havo
so high a temperature that they would
at once become nebulous, nnd that the
nebula so formed would, under certain
conditions, continue to expand until
dissipated in space. The present ex
panding nebula has been growing at
the extraordinary rate of several thou
sand miles a second, and is in many
ways, one of the greatest celestial
wonders of the time.
The only place in the world where
that form of carbon known as the
black diamond, or bort, is found In
marketable quantities is in Bahla, in
South America. The substance is used
for points for stone drills and saws,
and is powdered and used to polish
diamonds and other preclouß stones.
There is a wide nnd growing demand
for It. The black diamond is found
with the ordinary diamonds in the
Bahla fields, and brings about ten
dollars a carat. The lnrgest carbon
ever found weighed 3150; it was
bought from the miner for $10,000;
was afterwards purchased for $25,000;
and was sent to Paris, where It was
broken up and sold to the trade. The
average size is about six carats. The
annual output is decreasing as the de
mand grows larger, nnd the price is
mounting. It is probably only a ques
tion of time when a black diamond
combination will be formed to work
the small area with modern machinery.
The present methods are very primi
tive.
The Abbey's Funeral 8011.
Some notable names have been added
to the roll call of the Abbey under
Dean Bradley. Charles Darwin, Arch
bishop French—himself once Dean of
Westminster—Robert Browning, Alfred
Tennyson and William Ewart Glad
stone are among the names that have
been added to the burial roll of the Ab
bey under Dean Bradley's supervision,
and nobody will quarrel with them.
It will surprise many people, perhaps,
to know that only ten persons havo
been buried, in the Abbey in the last
twenty years, and thnt only two of
these were women—Lady Louisa Per
cy and Mrs. Gladstone. These, with
two poets, two architects, an arch
bishop, a scientist, a queen's printer
nnd a statesman, complete the roll of
the great dead who have been buried
in Westminster Abbey since Dr. Brad
ley became Dean.—St. James' Gazette.
Some Good Advice.
The country editor should not fall
to realize the influence he may exer
cise in the shaping of public affairs,
says the Spirit Lake (Iowa) Beacon.
He should counsel wisely, read care
fully, think deliberately and express
himself in no haphazard fashion. The
editor of a country paper who delivers
half-baked opinions and slashes around
simply to attract attention, is account
able for a serious waste of oppor
tunity.
CRAVES AND PROSPERITY."
Physician Snya tlie "Body Snatclicr" U
I.rmt Busy WhenFolka Are Poor.
Will ghouls haunt graveyards about
Indlnnnpolis the coming winter?
Commercial prosperity Is hot condu
cive to prosperity In the anatomical de
partments of the medical colleges.
"Good times," or "the full dinner
pail," means only to the head of the
dissecting room that bodies will
scarce. For the scarcity of subjects 1
varies, always, with prosperity. When
the poorer classes are doing well they
are able to bury their dead, while dur
ing hard times there Is a plentiful sup
ply of bodies for the medical students'
knives.
In Chicago, and In many other cities,
where the college authorities are less
reticent than in Indianapolis in discuss
ing this most gruesome phase of medi
cal college work, it has been stated
that a body famine Is on.
In Indianapolis last winter graves
were robbed until families of deceased
felt compelled to guard many country
graveyards. The wholesale body steal
ing was the result of prosperity, a
young doctor says. He said: .
"In hard times the Indianapolis med
ical colleges have none too many sub
jects, and when the supply is dlmln- ""Sk
ished some other means must be re- '
sorted to. The law compels the col
leges to dissect and makes some pro
vision for bodies, but it is not ample.
The law should provide for more than
It docs.
"There would then be much less fear
on the part of respectable people.
When medical colleges are holding out
big inducements for bodies what assur
ance have you that the undertaker who
is employed to bury a relative has not
substituted a enrgo of bricks for the
body and let the college take the
corpse? How do you know that the
grave will not be robbed by adventur
ous students the night after the Inter
ment? None.
"In some of the larger cities there is
never a scarcity of bodies. In New
York, for Instance, where there are so
many thousands of very poor people.
the colleges are able to sell the bodies
to the students at $1 a part, cutting It
into three parts. Here In Indianapolis
the body is cut in Ave parts and each
pnrt furnishes two students with work.
They pay $o each, so the Indianapolis
colleges get ?50 apiece for bodies.
"I see no reason why bodies should
not be imported from the cities where
they are plentiful and cheap."—lndian
apolis Sun.
WISE WORDS.
If courage is gone, then all Is gone-
Everything may be retrieved except
despair.
All crowns are more or less crowns
of thorns.
Hurry not only spoils work, but
spoils life also.
Men are more helped by sympatic#-,
than by service. "
There Is no greater misfortune than
prosperity in evil.
Relieve distress, but do not under
mine independence.
If we share the burdens of others,
we lighten our own.
Anything which familiarizes us with
evil is itself an evil.
To be a man is to have "the will to
do, the soul to dare."
A day's worry is more exhausting
than a week of work.
Know how sublime a thing It Is to
suffer and be strong.
To know what is Just, and not to
practice, is cowardice.
It Is more Important to do right than
to be prosperous and happy.
Life's smallest nets and humblest
duties flnsh with divine meaning. -
Men make money; some. It Is said, I
"roll In money;" how few enjoy it. f
Do not think what you would like
to do, but what you ought to do.
Tnlklng should be an exercise of the
brain, rather than of the tongue.
If you take home one of Satan's
relations, the whole family will follow.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their
loss, but cheerily seek how to redress
their harm.
Shu " Can't Talk Back."
It seems an odd reversal of things in
the parrot world where only the male
bird is endowed with organs by which
he can reproduce human speech, the
female being wholly denied the power
of such acquisition. "And what a
harsh, unpleasant Jargon he makes of
It, too," remarked a woman customer,
when given this information by a
fancier, adding, "Naturally!" Where
upon her escort retorted, "You may bljij.
sure the others make up for it in parrot
talk, and probably poor Jack has to
hear more than many of his human
brothers In aillletlon." Then he re
mained quite silent while the woman
bought an expensive male bird, extra
volubility warranted, and ordered the
bill sent in his name.
Duties of a Workliouie Porter.
The porter of the Mere (Wiltshire)
workhouse recently wrote to the guar
dians for an increase of salary, which
then stood at £l4 per annum: "I am
gate porter, storekeeper, caterer, brasd
polisher, assistant gardener, assistant
nurse, mortuary attendant, tramp and
labor master, fumigator, barber, mes
senger, ladies' hairdresser, etc. I have*
Just balanced my small account for
twelve months, and find, after buying
clothes and other necessaries for the
purpose of making myself presentable
enough to attend the gate, board room
and church with the inmates, thnt I am
minus the means to have a little relaxa
tion from the monotony of workhouse
life." The guardians have Increased
hi* salary to £l6.—London Dally Mail.