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VOL III,-NO. 82.
Master of human destinies am I;
Fame, love and fortune on my foot
' steps -wait.
Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate
Deserts and seas remote, and passing
Hovel and mart and palace, soon or
I knock unbidden once at every gate.
If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise be?
I turn away. It is the hour of fate
And they who follow me reach every
Mortals desire, and conquer every
Save death; but those who doubt or
Condemned to failure, penury and
Seek me in vain and uselessly im?
I answer not, and I return no more.
?John J. Iugalls.
AN AERIAL ROMANCE
No one who saw the tawdry finery of
his tinsel trappings and the cheap ap?
pointments of the famous Signor Sal
vlatoria as single handed and alone ho
prepared the paraphernalia for his
tight-rope performance which had
brought him his glory would have ever
imagined that there was time or space
in his busy life for a romance. The
Signor was a peripatetic perambulator
of the rope, and his field of perform?
ance lay in country towns, where it
?was his wont to stretch his narrow
pathway across a street from roof to
roof of houses whose owners were will?
ing to extend that privilege to him in
exchange for tickets to "the Great and
Only Megatherian Concert," which fol?
lowed the outdoor exhibition. Yet lie
had a romance, and there was in it
those elements which one greater than
the Signor Salvlatoria might easily
have crystallized into a melodrama
that would have stirred the applause
of a thousand galleries.
"The greatest act I ever done" he said
with a natural and easy disregard of
accent and syntax, "I done in an Ohio
town about ten years ago. I was doing
my turn there for a week, as it was the
county fair season, and I was follow?
ing their trail like a sleuth, for thoy
brought people to town and helped my
business, never none too good. The
third night of my performance, which
was a half-hour exhibition in midair
before the concert had begun, 1 had
gone up to the roof to get things ready,
and while I was pottering around
snuggin' up the rope and' see?
ing that there wasn't any loose
cogs to be dropping, I heard a screech
up through the scuttle hole leading to
the roof and the next second out
popped a woman like one of these here
jumping jacks. It gave me a hard pull
on my nerves, but I flew over to see
what the matter was. It was my land?
lady?and here I want to say that when
I stop for any time in a town I go to
a boarding house where I can get a rate
that won't break me. Got to do it in
this line. Can't give' it all to railroads
"In this case I not only stopped at
this boarding house, but the landlady
let me stretch my rope from her roof
to the roof of the house across the
way, and as it was the main street of
the town, it was convenient all the way
round for me. The only drawback was
that the lady had a half-crazy husband
that never had done anything for her
when he had his senses, and now she
had to support him and take his abuse
of her every time he got in a jealous
fit, which was every time she had a
new boarder that was anything for
looks and style."
' Signor Salviatoria stopped a mo?
ment at this remark, stroked his little
chin whisker, and smiled retrospect?
"She had only bteu polite to me be?
cause I had been polite to her, as any
gent should be when there is a pretty
woman around, and the landlady was
" the prettiest little woman, about as big
as a piece of soap, I had met.
"As I was saying, when 1 got to her
' she had slung the cover to the scuttle
hole over it and was sitting on it with
her jaws set and trying to stick her toes
Into the roof to help hold it down. In .
a mighty few words she told me her
husband was on the chase after her
with a hatchet to kill her and he would
be up from below in a minute. She
wasn't as bad scared as I was, for 1
didn't have much experience in that
kind of business and didn't know what
to do. I didn't have anything to der
fend myself or her with, either, and
the more I thought of the situation the
more I begun to think how many
things there were that was more dan?
gerous than walking a tight rope fifty
feet above the earth, and me as inno?
cent as a babe. The little woman told
me to bring a barrel half full of sand
there was over in one corner of the roof
and we'd set it over the cover of the
1 scuttle to hold it down. I done it as fast
a as I could, and when we had the barrel
a there and about fixed, the crazy hus
i band came slashing up with his hatch
H et. As luck would have it the sand
|/\fell in on him and knocked him off the
W ladder below and the barrel got stuck
in the hole, so the little woman and
me had a minute or two to think, and
she done the thinking.
" 'Are you afraid?' said she.
" 'Some,' says I, nodding toward the
" 'I mean of me?' says she smiling.
*' 'Not much,' says I.
" 'Are you strong?' says she.
"?'That's part of my act,' says I, 'but
not against a crazy man with a hatch?
et/ says I, "wondering what she would
do next and about how long it would
! be till the crazy man was on deck with
- Jils tomahawk gleaming in the air.
"'Then,' says sie, 'grab hold of mo |
right quick and carry nie across tho
rope over to Mrs. Peck's house so's my ;
husband won't get at me with that
"She had more nerve in a minute
than I had in a week, but when she
said that my professional pride como
to me, and without any more talk i
reached for my balancing polo, and,
stooping down so she could get on my
back, which she didu't like very much.
I made a quick run for the end of the
rope just as tho crazy husband come i
out of the scuttle through the barrel
and tumbled down on the roof half
smothered with sand. "I told her to
hold tight and do the prayin' for both
of us and I thought I could get her
through safe. ? 1 don't know how I ov?
er got out on that rope with her on my
back, for that wasn't tho way my pro?
fession done business, but 1 got there,
and as I shot oul with the woman
clinging to me the people in
the street below sot up such a
yell as I never heard before and I
come near losing my balance, for I
know, and they didn't, why this feature
that wasn't on the bills was being
"The crowd yelled about twice, and
then all of a sudden got so sliil 1 could
hear the little woman's heart beat.
Anyway. 1 thought ! could, hut, maybe
it was my own. 1 knew when they
done that the crowd had seen the man
on the roof with the hatchet and rec?
ognized him, for all Iho people in the
town knew tho kind of a fellow he was.
At tue same time the crowd got still
something came to me telling me to
nerve myself, for the crazy man would
cut the rope and drop nie and my load
in the street to be crushed into a shape?
less mass, and I came near letting go
and dropping before I was dropped. I
couldn't sec what was going on behind
me, and all tho little woman knew site
was whispering to me to go ahead, be?
cause we were safe if 1 only kept my
path. I didn't know whether she
thought, about the man with the hatch?
et or not. Likely she did. It wasn't
her to mention it, though, under theni
"While I was thinking about him
cutting the rope l.was gelling along it
toward tho safe end as fast as I could,
the littlo woman hanging on till she
nearly choked me. but it didn't hurt,
and I was standing it beautiful. It's
funny how a man will find pleasure in
life when there's so much in sight that
ain't, and I nearly forgot the man with
the hatchet thiuking about the little
woman's arms holding onto my neck
as the only hope for her life. But it A-as
only.Xor. a second; then I felt a jar ou
the rope and I choked and braced my?
self, for I was sure that the crazy man
was beginning to cut, and I knew that
three or four licks would be enough. I
waited for the second jar, but it didn't
come, and in its place come a spring
to the rope, as if a weight had been
taken off of it, followed by a swishing
sound and a dull thud on the sidewalk
fifty feet below us. At the same time
the crowd sent up a groan as if every j
person in it was hurt. I didn't know
for sure what had happened, but I
guessed that the crazy man, like most
any crazy person or a mad dog. only
had room in his mind for one thing at a
time, and when,that was there there
wasn't space for any more. He wanted
to kill his wife, and the only way he
knew how to do it was witli tho hatch?
et by cutting her to pieces. It did not
strike him that he could kill her by
cutting the rope and letting her drop
to the ground. That was too much for
him. lie knew an easier way, and, as
she was out there on the rope not forty
feet from him. he would go out there
and kill her. Crazy people have such
a crazy way of doing things, don't
they? He did, and when he took his
second step out on the rope he went
over and down to his death. That's
what had made the rope spring back.
I guess the little woman must have felt
that something awful bad happened,
though she never said a word, because
when I at last stepped safe on to the
roof and the crowd yelled a hundred
times louder than they did before they
knew what they were yelling about,
the little woman let go her hold around
my neck and dropped at my feet in a
dead faint; and I didn't blame her,
either; it was time for somebody to
faint, and if she hadn't a done it I
would, sure pop. Her doing it gave me
something else to think about, and I
got her downstairs as quick as I could
where the women took charge of her
and soon brought her out all right.
"I guess that's all there is to it,"
smiled the signor, picking up his bal?
ancing pole and pointed to a date line
and some initials on it. "This is the
one that steadied us over, and the lit?
tle woman had them put on there when
she become the blushing bride of Sig?
nor Salviatoria," and the Signor bo\ve<l
with a sweep that would have entranc?
ed an audience of millions.
.1,000 Mile* tit a Dinner.
Charles C. Randolph, owner of the
Republican, of Phoenix, Ariz., has the
unique distinclion of travelling 3,000
miles to attend a dinner?a Gridiron
club dinner?at Washington. Mr. Ran?
dolph was for years a leading Washing?
ton correspondent of a Now York pa?
per, and was prominently identified
with the Gridiron Club, which enter?
tains Presidents and statesmen in Con?
gress and jokes with them as though
Ihey were ordinary clay. Mr. Ran?
dolph emigrated to the territory two
years ago, but annually makes the long
journey to attend the big club dinner.
He does it not for the dinner itself,
mark you?a Gridiron Club dinner is
a great event, to be sure?but to keep
in touch with statesmen. One of these
fine days Mr. Randolph will bo a
statesman himself. When Arizona
comes into the Union as a State he will
probably -be one of Its first Senators.
VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
Not from airy heights descending
When the lengthening shadows fall;
Not with mournful accents blending
With I ho owlet's lonely call;
But within my lowly dweJUug
When [ quench the glimmering light.
Clearly through the silence welling
Rise the Voices of the Night.
Ah! I still my heart's quick beating,
And some prayer I mutter o'er,
Vainly for response entreating,
Vainly; for they come once more;
"Henry, some one's in here, surely.
There's a smell of smoke, I think.
Did you bolt that door securely?"?
Papa! Papa! Want a drink?
Old Paulo Serati sat beneath the tree
in his front yard during the long sum?
mer day and listened to Angela Argeu
ti read to him. She lived on another
I street, but she was a firm friend of old
Paulo, and there was not a day that
passed that she did not come and read
j to him.
She was bright and pretty, with long
! eyelashes and deep black eyes that
looked up into the old man's face, mir?
roring the love she had for him in her
heart. There were times, too, when
she would tell him that it was not
necessary to read so much, and then
she would sing some of the good, old
fashioned tunes that he had sung when
ho was a boy on the farm. ''
Her laughter, too, used to lighten up
j the gloomy house, and old Paulo used
"Ah. my lass, you must get a good
This always caused her to loss her
head, showing two rows of pearly
"You are already married," she
would retort, and his wife would of?
ten join them in this good-natured
"There is not a girl in all Italy any
prettier than you," old Paulo used to
tell her, "and I don't believe there is
one j'our equal in Milan. I like you
so well, my lass, that 1 am anxious to
have you marry some good man. The
good father was telling me just the
other day that 1 must look after
"But my own father and mother can
do that," she would answer. "You
don't seem to realize that they are
living and that I am very happy with
"I know," said Paulo, "but I don't
think that they can think more of you
than I do. Why, I've known you
since you were a little baby lying in
your mother's arms and cooing when?
ever I came near you."
"We are good friends," she would
"That we are," he would answer,
! "and times when you don't come when
I expect you, I realize how dear you
are to us. Neither wife nor I think
that the morning or the afternoon is
perfect if you don't come in to see us.
Your father told me the other
day that I would spoil you; that
you had begun to have ideas of mar?
riage, as I spoke about a few minutes
"There is no one I kuow of," she
"There axe many young fellows
around here who would like to marry
you, that I know," he answered.
"I don't love then:," she would say,
with a shake of her head. "The man
I marry must have my love."
"That's right. Angela." he said, "you
must marry for love and not for
wealth, but still you must be sure that
your husband can support you."
"Oh, I will," she replied.
Then she took up the book she was
reading aloud to him and went on,
while he lighted his pipe and sat look?
ing at her. Sometimes when she read
for a few minutes she would stop and
the two would sit perfectly still, look?
ing up through the trees at the sky,
always the bluest in Italy.
They were occupied with their own
thoughts, and once she suddenly asked
"How is Martino?"
"He is well," answered Paulo. "He
is in St. Louis in far-away America."
j The two sat for several seconds, and
then he said:
"He is a good son. Yes, he's a good
son," he repeated.
The girl looked at him and nodded
"Yes he is good?and handsome,"
she added, for she had seen his photo?
graph, although she had never seen
Then she sung a few lines of an old
love song and, as if suddenly recollect?
ing herself, stepped abruptly. She
was blushing, and an odd light, was in
her eyes when ?-he picked up the book
and resumed her reading.
The old man looked at her a mo?
ment. She was conscious of his scru?
tiny, and held a book up in front of
her face. He noticed that her little
Then he nodded his head and laugh?
ed and chuckled to himself. He
thought that he had learned some?
thing that perhaps even she did not
Martino Serati had prospered in
America. He was a poor but hard?
working Italian lad when he came to
this country. His knowledge of the
language was limited, but he started
in to learn the American ways and
the American language.
"It is slow," he said to one of his
friends once, "but I will learn after
awhile. Others have had to learn and
so will I."
"You must marry an American girl
Than vou will alwava have so ma on*
FS, VA., SUNDAY,
to talk to you In tho language," re?
plied his friend.
"I will become a native of this coun
? try," Maritno responded, "but I will
marry an Italian girl. I don't know
I who It will be." he hastened to add,
'? "for I don't Intend to marry until I
! am prosperous; until I can support a
, wife in the manner in which she
: should be supported. You know I
I hope some day to have a home of my
j own, out in the suburbs of some city,
j There I can have room to stir around
I in and not be huddled together like we
j are compelled to live in the tenements
and in tho crowded city streets."
"You want to sit. out in tho yard
like the old people do in Italy, eh?"
said his friend. "Do you often think
"Very often," responded Martino.
"My father and mother, I warrant, are
at this instant sitting out in our
His voice choked, and two big tears
came. But that was a dozen years
ago, and he was a young man. and he
was unacquainted with tho country and
tho customs and was ofteii homesick.
But ho learned rapidly. He bought a
reader and he soon mastered the lan?
guage, and aside from this he heard
the language all the time.
Martino first lived in New York, but
; he did not like it there, and so he
j came West, finally settling in St
! Louis. His fruit business prospered, j
land ho accumulated .considerable
wealth, which be invested in property.
The city grew out and around Ti.'JlS
Shaw avenue. He lived there and
owned the property. Time dragged
along. He was lonely.
"You ought to be married," one of
Iiis friends told him. "1 remember that
you said once that when you were
' able to do so you would marry some |
j Italian girl."
"But 1 don't know of any," he an?
"Wasn!t there one in Italy?" his
friend asked him.
"None," be replied.
But the subject reverted to his mind
a dozen times. He thought about it
much of the time. He looked ahead
I into the future and saw himself niar
| ried, with a family around him, and
I spending the last days quietly and
j peacefully like his father was doing
j over in Italy.
"I will write to my father," ho said.
Old Paulo Serati held the letter In
his hand and laughed loud|and long.
"Martino wants us to -and a wife
for _hiru." ha said to ltlS* wire, "tie
likes America, but he knows where the
beautiful women live; where the good
wives come from. It is here in Milan;
here in Italy.
"We can find him a wife," she an?
Then Paulo laughed and laughed
"Here comes Angela," he said. "I
will let her read the letter."
When Angela came up to them she
saw that both her friends were much
pleased over something.
"We have a letter from Martino," he
said, "and I want you to read it. See
what he says."
The girl took the letter and read
I "Have you found him a wife?" she
"Yes," said Paulo. "I think I know
a girl who loves him now. She will
make him a good wife. She has never
met him, though."
"Who is it'.'" she asked, her voice
being so low that it was with diffi?
culty that she was understood.
"You," said Paulo.
She threw the letter down on the
chair and ran out of the room and to
her home. There she told her parents
what her friends had decided.
"Ah, but that is a long way," said
? her father.
I "Net for a girl to go to the man she
1 loves." she replied, "for 1 do love him.
I believe I've loved him ever since I
was large enough to love anybody."
"He is a good man, too," said her
Old Paulo and his wife came over
nnd told her parents what she had
; told them.
"I have written to him several times
about Angela." said Paulo, "and he
knows her almost as well as I do. I
will tell him I have selected his wife."
That very night the letter was writ
| ten and mailed. Next day it was
I speeding for St. Louis.
\ There was great excitement in that
' neighborhood. It became rumored
around that Angela, the prettiest girl
j in the vicinity, was going to St.
i Ixmis, America, to marry Martino
Serati. Several of tho people around
knew him. They remembered when
he packed up and left for the New
World. They knew, too. that he was
sturdy and honest and had prospered.
The girls flocked around Angela. It
was romantic, they declared, that she
was going to marry, a man she had
never seen; also that she was going
For days they were very busy at her
house. There were so many clothes
to be made, and there were also
friends to call on and bid adieu. But
the time slipped by, and almost before
she was aware of it the day had come
for her departure. She went over to
Paulo's house and walked about tho
yard and looked about the house. She
knew that Martino would want to
know all about it aitd how his parents
were. She wanted lo be. sure that she
had not overlooked anything, from the
chintz cover to the table In the sit
I ting room to tho trees out in the
She was very lmppy, for she told
bar naronts and also Marti no's father
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and mother that nhe knew that she
-would be happy, for she did love Mar- I
tino, and she believed that he would
love her. Paulo was certain of this
I and so as?ured her.
Finally a.1! the adieux were said, and
she had started for America. The I
trip was a long and tedious one. par
ticularly the ocean voyage. Some- !
limes she thought that she would nev?
er reach land again, and after reaching
land she wondered how long it would
take her to get to St. Louis.
There was much to interest her, and
I the time Hew by with the train, and
soon she saw the city. Her heart
beat violently as the train rushed up
through the yards, passing scores of
cars that were being switched hero
and there, and then the train came to
a standstill. It was such a big place
that she was a bit frightened at first.
There was a big crowd around, too,
and she was a little afraid that Mar
I tino would not be able to tint! her.
She recognized him at once, from
the photograph, and he knew her, too.
Then she knew that her worry was
over, for she was safe, she knew, with
his arm around her and his kiss still
hot on her lips. The marriage was
yesterday afternoon in the little Cath?
olic church on Manchester road. To?
day a letter will start for Milan, and
there will be four supremely happy
people in that city when the letter is
received.?St. Louis Republic.
Scandalous society and life make
This reads backward:
Frantic gossips make life and so?
Apply the same rule to the othei-3
Dies slowly fading day; winds mourn?
Bright stars are waking;
Flies owlet, hooting, holding revel
Night silence holding.
Solomon had vast treasures?silver
and gold things precious. Happy and
rich and wise was he. Faithful serv?
ed he God.
She sits lamenting sadly, often too
Dear Harry?Devotedly yours re?
main I. Have 3'ou forgotten $20
check? Reply immediately please,
and hand to yours?Grace Darling.
Man is noble and generous often,
but. sometimes vain and cowardly.
Carefully boiled eggs are good and
I.-iXi* hKtvea and hoaven io love,
youth says. All beware! says age.
Trying is poverty and fleeting is love.
Badly governed and fearfully
troubled now is Ireland.
Exercise take; excess beware;
Rise early and breathe free air;
Eat slowly; trouble drive away;
Feet warmish keep; blend work with
Adieu, darling! Time flies fast;
sails are set, boats are ready. Fare?
Matter and mind are mysteries.
Never mind. What is matter? Mat?
ter is?never mind. What is mind?
Mind is?never matter.
Honesty and truth are good and ad
mirable qualities, as sympathy and
love are endearing traits.
Politics and religion avoid arguing
in. Here is good and sound advice.
There is no doubt that the number
of women who indulge in the cigarette
is largely on the increase; and it is
no longer true to say that the only
ladies who smoke are Bohemians.
There could be no better proof of the
vogue which the cigarette is enjoying
among womenkind than the fact that
various branches of trade have started
to cater for women smokers. All the
smoking implements are constructed
in the costliest and prettiest fashion.
The cigarettes are made up in satin
cases with puffed sides, which might
be used as jewel caskets when empty.
Cigarettes, if often used, leave a tell?
tale stain on the thumb, so to protect
my lady's pink Angers cigarette tongs
of the prettiest description are manu?
factured. A favorite smoking cap is
the Turkish fez, which is always be?
coming to a pretty face, especially
when worn in conjunction with a
smoking coat or Japanese kimono.
Still at the Old stmnl.
A boy about 10 years old stood by the
side of a penny-in-the-slot machine in
one of the Chicago elevated railway
stations the other morning weeping
"What's the matter, son?" asked a
man on his way to the upper platform,
stopping a moment at the doorway.
"I put a cent in this slot," blubber?
ed the boy, "and it was the wrong
slot. I didn't g-get any gum!"
"Is that all, my lad?" said the man.
"Show me the right slot and I'll drop
one in for you."
"I'd rather d-drop it in myself!"
sobbed the urchin.
The sympathizing citizen gave him
the coin and hurried up the stairway.
And when the sympathizing citizen
came back from downtown, ten hours
later, that boy was still standing by
the side of that penny-in-the-slot ma?
chine, with his pocket full of one-cent
coins, and still blubbering.
Little Hurt by ?n Klchty-Foot Fall.
Joseph Graff, aged 17, was at work
on the roof of the new Hetrick
block, at Lima, Ohio, when he slipped
and fell. He turned a somersault, and
when he reached the ground, about
eighty feet below, he lit on his feet,
but fell forward unconscious, and was
picked up for dead. He regained con?
sciousness several hours later, and It
was found that ho had escaped with
a: broken arm.
A. BIG SEAECH-LIG-HT.
IT THROWS A BEAM TWO HUN?
DRED MILES TO SEA.
Located at Snmly Ilm.k ?ml is V*m\ to !!??
veal tliu 1'resenim of llnstl'r Snips Men
nciliR Now York City- it Is Mi*- I.;irn'Sl ol
Its Kind in Mio World.
Not the least effective of the many ap?
pliances which the Government has erected
in the outer harbor, for the protection "f
N'ew York City, is a new invention foi
casting a ray of light seaward lor the pur?
pose of revealing to the gunners the pres?
ence of hostile ships. For some time sever?
al members oft.be Signal Cups and officers
Df the artillery have been experimenting
with the search-lights, at Sandy Hook and
Fort Wadsworth. At present there aru
two projectors at Port Wndsworlh, each
Slaving retlectors thirty inches in diameter.
It is intended to place two lights of thu
runows a lioiit two iu-xkkep mii.es.
same power on the works at Port Hamil?
ton, The single great search-light at Sandy
Hook is the largest hi the world. It was
constructed by the Genera! Klcctric Com?
pany for purposes of exhibition, and was so
successful that the Government purchased
it and placed it at Fort Hancock, where, it
now sweeps the sea for thirty miles from
its pedestal, close to the shore of the Hook.
This great light is 10 feet 0 inches from
the pedestal to the top of the ventilator. I
Its weight is 0,000 pounds, but so perfectly
is it, balanced thai, acliild can move it at will. I
The reflecting lens is (10 inches in diameter.
It is a concave, spherical mirror and re?
flects a sensibly parallel ray of light- This
lens iso 'i inches thick at the edge and only
1-1? of an inch thick at the centre. It
weighs 800 pounds. 'Hie metal ring which
surrounds it is 7?0 pounds in weight.
"Just how far a beam of light reflected by
this projector can be seen lias not yet been
definitely determined. It is estimated that
it is capable of manifesting itself for a
distance of between 200 and .'i'.lO miles.
The o0-incli projector now at Fort Wads
worth, and soon to be placed at Fort Ham?
ilton, throws a beam of light nearly a hun?
dred miles. The power of the light is ap?
proximately eipial to 100,000 caudles.
Ilalilta of Animal* Clianure.
Civilization's advance is responsible
for a remarkable change of habits in
more than one wild animal. A familiar
instance is that of the kea, the groat
New Zealand parrot, which was for?
merly esteemed as a friend to the far?
mer, but which has become a dreaded
scourge on account of its acquired
taste for the kidney fat of sheep. Dr.
Schonland mentions the chacma bab?
oon as a Cape Colony animal that has
become similarly transformed. It has
taken to killing lambs for the milk
with which they have filled their stom?
achs, and it is increasing to an alarm?
ing extent on account of its wariness
and the protection and natural food
afforded by the fast-spreading prickly
pear. Another South African example
is the so-called "wet-gat spreouw"
(Spreo bicolor). This animal is now
very destructive to fruit, which a few
years ago it was never known to touch,
its food consisting chiefly of insects.
The Maanhaar jackal seems to have
partially acquired a new liking. While
its ordinary food is insects, and Dr.
Schottland has been unable to find any?
thing else in its stomach, farmers in
certain districts?possibly where man
has educed its food?insist that It if
vei. lestructive to small stock.
siiu Pocket* Unlawful.
South Carolina's latest plan for re?
ducing the number of homicides is a
bill recently introduced in the Legis?
lature which makes it unlawful to have
a hip pocket in the rear of the trousers
or coat. Provision, however, is made
for persons who may be permitted, for
good reason, to carry a gun; they are
granted a license, but must also wear
conspicuously a metal badge which
bears the legend: "I have my gun con?
Antwerp an Ivory Market.
Antwerp recently has become the
principal ivory market of the world.
It has surpassed Liverpool for nearly
two years in the amount of imports.
This change of centre is due to the
fact that, while all the tusks from cen?
tral tropical Africa were formerly car?
ried to Zanzibar and thence to Bom?
bay and Liverpool, a large part of the
trade has now been diverted down the
Congo to the Belgian steamers, and
they land the product at Antwerp.
Give the average boy a doughnut to
divide with anoth?r boy and the other
boy will get th6 whole. Give him fe
dose of corrective medicine to divid*
with another boy, and the other boy
will get the whole. The boy who sings
??I want to be an angel!" louder than
any one else in Sunday-school is just
as likely as not to clip the superinten?
dent's tall hat off with a snowball as
soon as he. gets outside.
5 T? 8.
SINGLE OOPY.TWO CENTS
ONE WEEK -TEN CENTS
Or tile DfxtitiKninhcd Dumber Who
S?-nert Onij- Two Are l.lvinsr.
"Don't you know that man?" asked a
southern member of Congress of a
Washington Star reporter, pointing to
an elderly man with gray, curly hair
and mustache, who stood at the cor?
ner of Mth aud F streets a few after?
"That is H. G. Worthington, and
few men in this world have had such
a diversified lite as he. Ha and Henry
G. Dawes'of Massachusetts are the on?
ly survivors of the distinguished men
who acted as pallbearers at the funeral
of President Lincoln. That was on
April IS. 1SG5.
"Worthiiiglon was then a represen?
tative from Nevada, and that was by
no means his first position in public
life, lie was a member of the Califor?
nia legislature In 1851, and served to?
gether with the recently retired Justice
Field. He was with Walkor, the fili?
buster, in his expedition to Nicara?
gua, and barely escaped the fate that
befell Walker and several thousand of
"Worthington participated in the ad?
mission of three states. He fs one of
the few persons living who stumped
California for Gen. John C. Fremont.
Ho was a great friend of Fremont, and
was his legal representative in- settling
up his Mariposa estate, In California.
, "He was sent by Nevada as her first
representative In Congress. Nye and
Stewart came along at the game time as
Senators. When Grant was in Cali?
fornia, long before the war, he became
acquainted with Worthington. The
friendship that sprung up between,
them in the golden state was severed
only by Grant's death.
"President Johnson appointed Worth?
ington to a South American mission.
Later he was recalled, and Grant ap?
pointed him collector of the port of
Charleston, S. C. He is a native of
South Carolina. The people of the
palmetto state, sent him to Congress,
"Worthington was In Ford'6 Theater
the night that President Lincoln was
shot, and he was a witness at the trials
Df the assassins. Ho had been with the
President at the White House in the
afternoon. He spends much time in
Washington, and it is always a rare
treat to meet and converse with him."
The names of the paSlbearers at Pres?
ident Lincoln's funeral, as given in The
Evening Star, April 18, 1866, were:
Senate?Foster of Connectlcut,Morga&
of New York, Johnson of Maryland,
Yates of Illinois, Wade of Ohio, Coo-;
ners of California; House?Dawes of
Massachusetts, Ooffroth of Pennsylva?
nia, Smith of Kentucky, Colfax of In?
diana, Worthington of Nevada, Wash
burn of Illinois; army?Gens. Grant,
Halleck and Nieholls; navy?Farragut,
Shubrick and Zolin; civilians?0. H.
Browning of Illinois, Thomas Corwin,
of Ohio, George Ashman of Massachu?
setts, Simon Cameron of Pennsylvania.
IlftitfiiN Historic OoKtiiJuacM.
Mrs. Helen Windsor Wilson might
properly be called "dressmaker to the
stage." She has probably made more
costumes for famous actresses than
any woman in the ?ountry. Mrs. Wil?
son says of her work:
"Where do I get my ideas? Entirely
from the character. Sometimes this
Is an easy matter, but more often it
requires hard study. When Miss Con?
quest came to me for a gown for 'Bo?
hemia' I had but to read Du Maurier
to learn what a Muzette should wear?
an up-to-date girl of the Latin Quar?
ter?but when Jessie Bartlett Davis
;ame it was more difficult As Dolores
of the 'Serenaders' she must wear a
Spanish costume of the present day.
Historical plays are, perhaps, the least
difficult, as I can go to the library and
find so much material. Renee de Coeh
fort must be given such a gown as a
lady would wear who lived quietly in
her own homo away from the court of
Louis XIII. Sho was of strong char?
acter, so I made ber gown of satin and
velvet and deep color, while her slater
was robed in soft, white, clinging
"For 'Rosemary' I dived into the
fashions of 1840. The costume of the
maid Priscilla was true to the times
In every detail, as was that of Dorothy
?Miss Adams?though the quaint fash
Ion of her gown was not unlike tha
styles of to-day. Miss Adams as Mrs.
Dennant in the 'Squire of Dames' wore
an up-to-date gown.
"The court gown of Miss Kimball in
the 'Prisoner of Zanda' was made ac?
cording to rule. You know the court
of St. James demands feathers In the
hair?a veil, a train with an actual
sweep upon the floor of four yards, and
so on through the list of stated re?
in ireruents. When I got up the gowns
for 'Aristocracy' I sent to the master of
ceremonies and complied to the last
latter. Any one of my court gowns
sould have been worn at a presentation
to the Queen. The materials used
were of the very besL The gowns
were lined throughout with heavy silk,
and the finish was equal to any costly
Fifty-Dollar Fruit Trees.
An Eastern farmer estimates the val
iie of a bearing apple tree at ?B0. It
depends; some trees are worth more
than that amount, but we have saen
heavy bearing trees that were not
worth 5,00, because of tho inferior
juality of the fruit. In planting an
, orchard try to select stock that will de?
velop into $50 trees, there's the point.
One Way to Fix It.
"Bridget, you've broken as much
china this morning as your wages
imount to. Now, how can we pre?
vent this occurring again?"
"Oi don't know, mum, unless y?z
raises me wages,"