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.