THE BRIBE THAT FAILED. One who was very rich one Jay Fell ill and murmured piously: ''Restore my health, O God, I pray, 1 And 1 wifl build a church to Thee* A thousand orphans shall be glad If I may have the strength I had." {With health regained he strove once more To be the richest of mankind, 'And daily added to his store, To all the rights of others blind. He crushed the ones who barred his way And spurned them where they weeping lay. THE "X" PAPERS. A Dramatic Story of the Russian Secret Service. DY MARY BARBER. MY honeymoon had barely reached its zenith when "a holt from the blue," in the 6 guise of an official recall fo the sterner romance of the Secret Ser vice and the custody of the "X" Papers fell on our cruise round the Bay of Naples. On uiy arrival at headquarters my sole instructions were to convey the sealed packet to the frontier and hold it there till "the authorized one" should arrive to relieve me of my responsibil ity. Under the circumstances the best course was to rejoin my bride in order that our sojourn on the frontier might appear but an extension of our wed ding tour, and this indeed it was, only always on my person I carried the hid den incubus of the "X" Papers. The "authorized one" delayed longer than I had anticipated, but the days at the Schwitzerlioff passed, if not so glo riously as in the Naples bay still pleas antly enough. I was, in fact, discover ing all days were delightful, wherever spent, if passed with Kirstine! But I did not enjoy them as exclusively with my bride as I could have wished, for she (bless her dear warm heart!) had befriended a lonely little Frenchwom an at the pension. roor little Mme. Dutour! According to her pitiful half admissions to my wife she had been brought up in a con vent and married—a marriage de con venance almost from its portals scarcely two months ago, but monsieur apparently failing to find her amusing, had left her at the Schwitzerlioff to seek more varied joys at Monte Carlo. So it happened that I was left alone in the pension garden, rolling cigar ettes one morning while Kristine and Stephanie exchanged confidences. My reverie was interrupted by an ultra-sentimental rendering of the "Star of Eve" from "Tannhauser" in a thin, somewhat breathless baritone. The singer was evidently sublimely un conscious of the lurking servant of the law, who was, with professional habit, making mental notes to ihe effect that his height was five eight, physique thin and nervous, clothes good and new, that the knottel lingers loosely clasping an ornately decorated pocket book behind his back were smoke-yel lowed, and that the deep blue of liis cheeks and upper lip indicated a des perate struggle with nature on what she had previously intended to be a luxuriantly covered surface. As the singer passed me in a very ecstasy of "sweetness long drawn out" —just a trifle flat, by the bye—the pocketbook {dipped from bis uncon scious fingers. x It was a bore, but a conscientious man was bound to sacrifice seques tered repose and return to the artist soul the property he had lost in the of Wagner—just half a tone too low! ' "Monsieur, a thousand thanks." The artist spoke excellent French. "You liave saved my porte-monnaie, but more—far more, besides!" Then he bowed profoundly, fluttered a sheaf of notes from the now opened pocketbook and displayed an inner re ceptacle mysteriously closed. "This contains a souvenir—very prec ious. It Is for this, monsieur, that I thank you wjth all my heart." I I was for bowing my acknowledge ments and departing, but at that mo ment the lunch Doll rang. "Monsieur will permit me." The Ringer bowed vaguely between the pen sion and my person. "I arrived only last night. This place has memories, monsieur—memories—memories." It was impossible to refuse liis prof fered company; besides, on nearer in spection, lie was more interesting. There was no trace of emotion in bis bard, watchful eyes. On the hotel steps we were greeted by Kirstinc and Mine. Dutour, and, since my new friend remained, I per force presented him to the ladies. In his effusive gratitude for my ridicu lously small service he had thrust a card announcing him to lie the Prince d! Congrntza upon me as we walked. "Oh, Maurice," said my wife as wo walked toward the* salon, "the guides say that now the weather has cleared we ought to do the Zenner Tags before the snow melts. Stephanie and I have planned it all for to-morrow, if you ap prove." "Well, well, wo shall sec," I replied uoncommittally. "Monsieur, there is absolutely no danger," cried the Prince. "I know every inch of the pass, and if you will allow me I will net cicerone to mes daines, lint, since monsieur is nervous —for the Indies' sake alone, of course," he added, with a politeness which in any hut nil over-eivilized country would be allow* d Its only just requital, "we will constilt the trusty guides." Hans and Amsler were called before I could interfere. They smiled cour teously at the suggestion of danger on Again death stood beside his bed: "O God," he cried out piously, •'Restore the vigor that has fled And I will build new fanes to Thee, And make more orphans cease their cries"— But death bent down and closed his cyc9 * And still the world has eager men Who sin for gain till danger comes, And piously endeavor then To bribe the Lord with splendid sums. r Their God is one who waiting stands r. With selfish hopes and itching hands. —Chicago Record-Herald. the Zenner; It tvas the right moment, right weather, right everything. During the afternoon I wired to headquarters for particulars and the whereabouts of Prince dl Congratza. The following morning was glorious. The snow scintillated against the deep blue of the heavens and the Zenner looked no more than an hour's stroll away. The Prince had arranged everything —guides, ice axes, ropes and provis ions. Stephanie Dutour was late—she gen erally was. "Madame and I will go on," said the Trince. "You will soon overtake us, but don't delay, or we may tap the lunch baskets." As I waited in the little salon one of our cipher telegrams was handed to me. It ran: "Height, five feet eight; dark, clean shaven, spnre, good voice, musical; tattoo portrait on right up per wrist, traveling in Europe; where abouts unknown." Well, our new friend corresponded pretty well, so far, to his description! It was half an hour before Mme. Du tour appeared, clad in a bewltchiugly smart and workmanlike costume, the promise of which her performance on the snow utterly belled. "Oh, monsieur, in pity, one moment; was ever poor woman so puffed!" she would exclaim. "You can run up ice mountains, but be merciful and look at the view, that I may breathe!" To feel irritated was brutal; convent walls do not produce deep-chested, free-limbed climbers such as her native hills of Arran had made my Kirstine. Still it was disappointing to see my bride only as one of four black dots on the snow's whiteness—for the advance party had taken both guides—during the best part of the morning. At lunch time, at last, they awaited us on a little plateau, into which the path widened before the steeper part of the ascent began. Instantly I observed that not Hans and Amsler, but two new guides, were uusliouldering the baskets. "A thousand apologies! Three of my countrymen who arrived late last night were anxious to attempt the Kurhaus bergli, and begged the more exper ienced guides," explained the Prince, following my eyes. "That with us they are only part of the mise en scene, and my friends are pressed for time, is my plea for forgiveness." "Of course, it doesn't matter, Friuce, said Kirstine. "Of course not," I added. But the Prince must have known that lie was watched from that mo ment. After lunch Kirstine and I made cof fee, while Stephanie and Prince di Congratza smoked many cigarettes. "What a nice picnic it is," said my wife. "Tlie Trinee is so merry and charming, and he lias been telling me all about the revolution and his lost principality. Do you know, I begin quite to like him." "Kirstine," I said softly, and stoop ing low over the little brazier, "will you do something for me?" I saw my wife's expression change suddenly. She nodded. "The sun will be hot on the steeper path. If it makes your head ache you will have to return." Looking in her eyes I saw she under stood. A moment later I handed the Trlnce the coffee cup. "Make a long arm, Prince," I laughed, leaning across the tablecloth which was still spread on the snow. As he did so I saw his right wrist white and bare between the bronzed hand and linen cuff. There was no tattoo mark! Suddenly I heard a cry from Kir- stine; she had fallen dangerously near the plateau's edge. As I ran to her she struggled up. "No. I'm not hurt, Maurice. I only tripped on something; it must have been a stone." "Yes. I think it was a stone," said Mme. Dutour, as I stooped to brush the snow from Kirstine's gown. That is absolutely m.v last clear rec ollection. The next is a blinding cloud of snow—clutching a crumbling white ness—falling—falling—and—darkness— When I crept out of that strange blank I felt numbed and stunned. My tlrst Impulse was to rise. In red-hot physical anguish I realized that I could not move—my right side was helpless! The sweat stood on my forehead. With held breath and clenched teeth I made another effort—merciful heavens! Then lay without other thought than my fierce agony. Slowly —cruelly— slowly—it lessened to (he bearable, and I began to think. I was now lying on a tiny plateau sim ilar to that whereon we had picnicked so gayly, a series of which, I knew, formed the patidess side of the Zonner. What had hajipened! .With my left band I asured rayse!" feverishly of the safety of the "X" Papers, and then re membered with a throb of satisfaction that when I fell the Prince had been at the other end of the plateau. The melt ing snow on the treacherous edge must have broken under my weight. What was that? In the clear air I heard a chipping sound, and, looking up, I saw my wife alone on the preci pice, cutting each foothold. A move ment might be fatal. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and prayed for the first time for years—prayed God to give her a steady head and hand—just that, no more —over and over again. A sudden blunt thud—Klrstine's ice axe had failed beside me. In that supreme moment X met my wife's brave eyes, as she stood cling ing to a rock about twenty feet above me. "Thank God, Maurice! I knew He wouldn't let you die!" "Oh, Kirstine, Kirstine! Why did you come?" was all I could say. "Because Stephanie pushed you over! I saw her do it. They are coming up from below now. They never imag ined I would climb down here! De stroy the papers—quickly, Maurice!" "All right. I'll manage. Only look up and don't think of jumping," I cried, with a bursting heart. Frantically I tore at the parchment cover with my teelh. Would it never yield? At last! At last! Holding the papers in my mouth I wrenched them with my hand, scattering the frag ments. Some awful moments passed. It was slow, torturing work. Then Klrstine moaned, and I felt rather than saw the Prince's dark face rise above the edge of the plateau. Crushing the remaining papers in my breast I clenched my hand over them and set my teeth. Hideous with eager ness the impostor leaned over me, threw his weight 011 my chest and seized my injured arm. Then all went out in a red, merciful darkness. When I came to myself I was In my room at the Schwitzerhoff, and, thank God! Klrstine was beside me. But my joy died out in the burning thought that she was tied to a ruined, disgraced man. "Maurice, don't you want to know how we were rescued?" said my poor wife. I could not answer, and she told me gently how they had seen her on the precipice from the pension and thought help was needed. "And, dear, you have raved for days about the se cret papers, and there is some one here who wants to tell you about them now." Then—oh, the shame of it! —the Chief came from behind the curtain! I kept my face to the wall while he spoke of a diamond cross given to my brave girl by the department—quite right; and a check for myself from the funds ns a recompense for injury and inconvenience. Well, they bought me out delicately, and with coals of Are, too! In my gall and bitterness I could scarcely thank him But what was that he was saying? "Say it again —say it again!" I shouted. "My dear fellow, do not excite your self! We were warned that unusual precautions were necessary. The papers you carried were dummy ones, the real "X" Papers were safely delivered the day you were attacked." "But this is the best of all," whis pered my wife. "The doctors say you will walk again." And the cheek she laid against mine was wet with tears —hers and mine.—New York News. Hints For the Iticli. The following literary hints for the wealthy and cultivated were taken from a German publisher: A gentleman does not use eau do col ogne and read greasy volumes from a circulating library. A gentleman does not borrow good works when he is in a position to buy. A gentleman does not talk about the latest literature when he is acquainted only with what has been said of it by the reviews. A gentleman does not cut books with his lingers, even after having washed his hands. A gentleman does not possess a box of carpenter's tools, but no paper knife. A gentleman does not receive books for review and then give them away or sell them without opening them. A gentleman does not make presents only of tilings which are entirely with out intellectual value. A gentleman does not send to his book seller for a parcel of books on approval, and after having read them, return them, saying that noue of them suit him. A gentleman does not buy only cheap editions. A gentleman does not depend for his reading upon the dally journals and illustrated weeklies.—London Author. Flying In Kunla. Russia lias adopted for Its navy a system of flying machines of which great things are expected. These are not navigable balloons, but aeroplanes which are attached to and controlled by ships by moans of piano wire. In general features they are simply an adaptation of the box kites that are flown for scientific purposes In this country. These "flying dragons," as they are called, are chiefly to bo used for scouting purposes. By means of their own shapes when there is a wind, by means of the speed of tile ship when it is calm, they will rise rapidly into tlio air to very considerable heights. Five in conjunction will raise a man, and from this lofty elovation an im mense area of water can lie inspected for hostile craft. It is hoped by this means greatly to increase the efficiency of destroyer flolillua at finding an en emy. <anel ® © © © /\elVenture. Fought a Hugo Python. THE legend thut a snake's tail does not die until sundown is one of the first things that a youngster is told übout rep tiles. Captain Golding, of the steamer Afridi, which arrived at New York recently from Asiatic ports, is almost ready to believe that their tails never die, nor any other part of their bodies. Had he had time to discuss the matter yesterday he would probably have as serted that they were possessed of as many lives as a cat. He had an ex perience on this voyage which con vinced him of this. Captain Golding collects specimens of Asiatic animals when abroad and brings them here for the New York Zoological Society. He makes about three round trips a year, and usually brings in specimens of more than or dinary value. On this trip he under took to bring over a twenty-four foot python. For good and sufileient rea sons he did not land the python yes terday. The python was a heavy one and exceptionally vicious. It required ten men to take it aboard at Singapore and put it in its cage on board ship. At last the monster snake was secured in its box, and the order was given to start. The weather was superb when the steamer slipped out of the harbor at Singapore, and the voyage up the coast of the Malay Peninsula was be gun. About 10 o'clock the first night out the silence was broken by a crash. The animals began to utter cries of alarm, and the dock, in an instant, was in a hubbub. It was evident that some thing was wrong. Captain Golding quickly ran on deck. He was just in time to see the python, which had broken loose from its box, coiling its way up the starboard companion lad der to the bridge, where the officer on watch was navigating the ship. In an other instant there was a yell from the bridge, and the figure of the officer came flying down the port companion way to the dock. It did not take long for the crew to discover the stnte of affairs and to tumble below. The Chinese cook, who was passing along the deck with a tray of rice, dropped the tray, and, sprinting into the galley, locked the door. Captain Golding tried to get a bight of a line around the snake, but the python was alert and ready to throw his coils around him If he came within reach. "The mate was the only man who had nerve enough to stay on deck," said Captain Golding yesterday. "He would not take any chances at close quarters, but ho got a big bull's eye lantern and threw a bright light on the scene. I armed myself with a broad axe, and after a half hour of skirmish ing for an opening I got a crack at the snake. The axe struck the snake In the middle and cut clean through him. Then I had two snakes instead of one to fight. The two halves wriggled around the bridge, and it took me another half hour to cut the sections into smaller pieces. I did not succeed in killing him until I finally got in a good blow about three feet hack of the head. That did the busi ness. When it was all over there were twelve sections lying around on the bridge." neroUm In l'mco nnil in War, When the New York pier of the new East River Bridge was crowned with an incandescent confusion of white-hot beams and blazing timbers, from which showered an endless rain of half molten bolts and fiery billets and dropping entanglements of flame twisted wire, it was deemed necessary that firemeft should mount to the top to fight the conflagration 330 feet above the river. There was no calling for volunteers or other particular recognition that men were about to make a desperate venture of their lives. The foreman of an engine company bawled something and the formcna of a hook and ladder company echoed the cry, and the next moment men of both divisions of the fire fighters were racing up frail wooden ladders through the hailstorm of chunks of metal that were so hot that when they struck the heavy plank ing of the piers far below they bored right through it. The most daredevil exploits of war times do not furnish n parallel of heroism to this charge up the burning ladders that was merely a part of the day's work to the men who made It. Hero Ilobson's sailing into Santiago Harbor and sinking the Merrimac be neath his own feet stariled the coun try into applause that is not yet wholly stilled. It was a gallant thing, and the man who did it earned all the glory and advancement it obtained for him, but who would not rather dare the lire of Spanish batteries, and risk drown ing or Imprisonment, than climb up a hundred yards of trembling, narrow ladder, exposed every yard to the un ceasing bombardment of falling debris, dragging a hose that in itself was a source of added danger, to get into ail Inferno at the top? The war hero does his daring under the influence of patriotism and with the excitement of fame; the fire heroes carried up their hose to save cables and steel beams from being ruined, and now nobody even knows their names. "I don't know just who they were," says Chief Crokcr, who was up there himself. "They were members of En gine Companies Nos. 11 and 17 and Hook and Ladder Companies Nos. 10 and 11. lam going to try and find out their names and try to get a few days off for them." The war hero earns promotion and everlasting honor for his exploit; the peace hero may got two or three days off for his. And the wonder nud the glory of II is that the firemen do this sort of thing day in and day out, and it never occurs to them that there is any disparity in the rewards.—New York American. A Dangerous Shower* linth. 1 A story is told in the World's Work of a youth who, partly from ignorance, partly from a spirit of foolhardy ad venture, put ids life in jeopardy. He and his companions were spending a vacation in the Yoscxnite Valley, and had been fishing for mountain trout on the Illilouette. "To-morrow," he said, "I shall take a shower-bath under the seventeen hundred-foot fall." "You are a fool," said his com panion. "Not at all," came the reply. "The river is very low. What there is of it turns to spray in the first hundred feet; it will simply come down like rain. Why, you'd go under the Bridal Veil yourself! Only that's prosaic. This is something big. Come on." "Not I." But I was there to see. The water, as he had said, came down, a consid erable part of it, in rain and spray that llew out incredible distances. Out to crawl down, dressed in a bathing suit, closer to the main stream that falls to the pool and upon the rooks, with a murderous swish in the air and a roar in the ears like a railway train, was daring to foolhardlnes. At any moment a veering wind might swing the whole mass upon the tall, slim figure backing tentatively on all fours down the jaggcl talus slope, his eye glasses glinting cheerfully. A steady breeze kept the fall swung out a little tile other way, and the spray bur geoned out far up the other slope. The roar was deafening. All at once the wind shifted. The water swung back, and in a flash the human figure was blotted out in a del uge that turned me sick. For a second, that seemed an hour, it played on the spot fiendishly, it seemed to me, stand ing horrified there, and then slowly it swept away. And then there was a movement, a painful, cruwling movement down there on the slope, and I scrambled down the slippery rocks to help a blinking, creeping, much-surprised youth, bleeding from a hundred cuts, up to where his clothes lay. He was still too dazed to speak. When his breath returned and his extra glasses were perched again on his nose, he said: "The oceans fell upon me. Come back to New England." TlirllllDg Rescue at Sea. At the request of the United States Government the High Sheriff of Bel fast, Mr. Alderman Lowther, present ed a pair of binocular glasses to Mr. Ilill, third mate of the London steam ship Coronda, in recognition of his ser vices in assisting to rescue the crew of the American bark Ella under circum stances of great gallantry. When the Coronda was on her way from New York to Montevideo on January 17 last on nearing Bermuda she sighted the American bark Ella flying signals of distress. The steamer bore down upon her, although there was a terrific gale blowing, with mountainous seas. The crew of the bark could be seen hud dled together on the poop, the captain's wife and children being among them. The steamer's boat was launched, in charge of Mr. Bichard Roberts, chief mate, nnd mnnned by the tldrd officer, Hill, the carpenter, boatswain, steward and a sailor. They were unable to got near the bark owing to the heavy sea, but a line with a life buoy was floated from the bark to the boat, and by this means all the crew were saved, tho captain's children being hauled through the water first, followed by his wife and lastly the captain. The secretary of the local marine board, In reciting the circumstances, said that tho English Government had not rec ognized the gallant action of the crew of the Coronda, stating that as the Ella was a foreign vessel it was not a usual thing to do, but the American Government had sent a gold watch and chain to the master of the Rhip, binoc ular glasses to Mr. Robert and the two officers and money to the seamen. These presents were far from being an adequate recognition of tho services rendered. Hill is a young County An trim man.—Condon Globe. \Vililcnt Attacks Railroad Men. A construction train on the Montrose and Tunkliannock road came to n standstill near Springvllle, Pa., Mon day night owing to the engine slipping an eccentric, nnd the engineer and his fireman got out to repair damages. As they were working they heard a ter rific yell, and then a wildcat sprang from the bushes on tho engineer, knocking him down. Tho fireman hit tho cat on the head with a wrench and It quit the engineer and attacked the fireman. This gave the former time to draw Ids revolver, nnd ho put a bullet through tlie brute's head,' killing it. It weighed forty pounds. Both men were badly lacerated. Philadelphia Inquirer. "Duty and Death.** Under the above title a sliprt para graph recently appeared in a Man chester paper stating that Samuel Short, aged fifty years, an engineer at a colliery, while lowering twenty four men down the shaft of his mine, had an apoplectic seizure and died al most immediately. Before lie fell, however, with most wonderful grit and forethought for n dying man, ho stopped the engine nnd thus as ids own faded out saved the lives of twenty four others. C'liurch Hells Unnecessary, Two churches in Neodesha, Mo., hare offered their hells for sale. The rest of the churches have none. The church trustees and the pastors agree that the bells are an unnecessary annoyance. TERCENTENARY OF JOURNALISM. To Bo Celebrated at Antwerp in 1005— First Newspaper Issued There. After a painstaking and exhaustive search it is said to have been ascer tained beyond a doubt that the printer, Abraham Verhoeven, of Antwerp, ob tained in 1005 from the Archduke and Duchess Albert and Isabelle the privi lege of printing the first regular uews pnper. Antwerp therefore claims the distinction of having given birth to the first newspaper editor. Abraham Verhoeven published his paper every eight or nine days, accord ing to the supply of news he received, and the slowness with which it trav eled and the absence of all competitors In the field enabled him to take his time and edit at his ease. For a long time the honor of having produced the first newspaper has been disputed by Italy, France, Germany, England and Holland, nnd for years the British Museum exhibited a paper called the English Mercury, said to have been printed in 15S8, but which proved to be a practical joke of Lord Hnrdwicke. As tlie first German paper only appeared in 1015, in Frankfort;' the first Dutch paper in 1017; the first English paper, tlie Weekly Gazette, in 1022, and the first French paper in V 1031, the priority of Antwerp in tlie f field is asserted and sustained, it is declared, by official documents. Shortly after the invention of print ing, publishers from time to time is sued placards giving some sensational pieces of news, but it was not until Abraham Verhoeven thought of mak ing these publications at regular inter vals that what is properly termed a newspaper was Issued, nnd It has taken 297 years for it to reach its present uni versal extent and influence. In 1905 Antwerp intends to celebrate the 300 th anniversary of journalism in a fitting manner, and when this city undertakes such a celebration it is believed it can ontdo any other In the artistic manner in which It organizes Its pageants, and thousands will flock from all parts of Europe to participate in its festivities. WISE WORDS. V" Eloquenee is not of the lungs. Wisdom seldom runs in a rut. Man is ever greater than his tools. The best self-help is helping others. Altruism is the highest individualism. The death of self is the life of tlie soul. To reject correction Is to refuse wis dom. All methods fall without right mo tives. The poor in goods are often rich in grace. Full gratitude is the spring of free giving. Tho Infernal must fall before tlie eternal. The grace to do small things may lie greater than the gift of doing greaiy things. no who is wise In his own conceits Is apt to be foolish in his own con cerns. The wise man will hide his knowl edge where fools are laying out their ignorance.—Ram's Horn. Art In Railway Building. In the general plan, equipment and application of electric power to the working of the new electric under ground and elevated railways in Berlin, little is presented which can he re garded as novel or especially sugges tive. The one respect in which the Gormnu constructors leave others far behind and offer an object lesson worth careful study, Is in the artistic henuly the architectural charm and sense of fitness which they have imparted to the stations, tho bridges, and even the. ordinary overhead viaduct sections of \ tho new road. In Germany the re- y quiremonts of public taste are never' permitted to be neglected or forgotten. Where the new Berlin line passes through a public square, it is on solid and artistically designed masonry. The above ground stations are of stone. 6teel and glass, no two alike, but eaeli especially designed to fit, not only the requirements of traffic at that point, but tho adjacent buildings as well— the architectural framework In wbieb It is set. The whole management of the enterprise, from start to finish. Illustrates the wise, firm control wliieh the municipality of Berlin maintains over corporations which ask for fran chises at its hands.—Cassier's Maga zine. Welsh Rules For Street Cars. Cardiff, Wales, has just started a new electric railway service. A lium- . > ber of by-laws have been framed by K the corporation for the regulation of H, the traffic and passengers, and this is T how they are summed up in rhyme: Thou shalt not use cuss words or swear, Or play sweet music on the air Or give out tracts or ask for alms, j Give way to cards or such like charms. When drunk thou shalt in nowise ride; No dog or beast shall with thee bide. Thou shalt not cut or scratch thy name, Defile the car, deface tlie same. Thou shalt n9t smoke, thou shalt not spit, No antics, mind, but merely sit. Don't try to boss or interfere, Or show the driver how to -steer. Just sit you down and take your rest—: The men must know their Business best. And keen your hands off curious things, The trolley rope, the bell that rings. Upon or off a moving car Thou shalt not jump, so, friend, beware. Nor carry gun or dangerous thing, Nor with disease that risk may bring, rav up, nor grumble at the fare, Before you quit or leave the car. Such is the law, don't sav it nay; There's fines for those who don t obey; r —Western Mail. A Natural Mistake. A Wltehitn fisherman is in deep dis grace with Ills daughters. He was in vited out to luncheon a few days ago and mistook a piece of macaroni on his plate for an angle worm.—.Kansas City Star.
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