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H'l'JI I WORLD'S FAIR EXHIBITS.
1 I'll i Utah ought to be making arrangements to pro-
HiE S sent a great BhowinS at thG st LouIs "World's
Hf j IH Fair, especially in minerals. Utah has a greater
Hnllii I variety of metals and minerals than any other
HitPigf state and hence should have the finest exhibit.
Hl 1 1 (I The display should be gathered with the thought
Itilf " of making practically the same display at St.
H 1 5 j I Louis and at Portland, Oregon, the following year.
H'iil f 1 ' Both, expositions will be great advertisements for
Hip ' Utah if Utah will but do her part, and all the
Hjjj i ; pride and patriotism of the state should be in-
H i ' f voked to make such a showing as will be both an
H "' honor to the state and at the same time a mighty
H 1 advertisement of the state's resources.
1 jjlw The occurrence on Monday night ought to be
Biii ' s'l a notlce that an increase of the police force and
H'lSji ' a better distribution of it are imperative. There
H 'IP was a regular fusilade of shots in Morrison's
Kl 'K I f t store, but no ofllcer heard it, and when Officer
Bl S m Heath made his magnificent fight no other officer
Hfi I'H'f' ' was within hearing of the guns.
Bi ' ' No otlier city n America of the size of this
Bf ' m ' has so ew Pce fflcers, though this city is on
Klh (11 HH the direct line across the continent and every
Bi s'lil'J tough run out of other cities naturally gravitates
Pl 'jjj ff to this point. The force should be enlarged and
KjB I'lW re-distribute or every citizen could take steps to
H m i k be his own body guard.
IJjl Where did the hold-up killed by Officer Heath
: 1 i f f come from? What community shipped him out
I H it
JlJ j 8 to prey upon the world? It should be made a mis-
ijjK j I demeanor for officers to ever permit real crimi-
W nals to escape punishment on their promise to go
rf S away. No community ought to suffer for the
ittll i shirking of duty on the part of other communi-
o'i jE U ties. Then why are there so many criminals In
j LI s our free country? There must be a sad lacking
3, (I in some home training; a lack on the part of
ICI &! 'I states and cities in not compelling the idle to
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HP! M IE earn their bread, for idleness is the trained nurse
HP: ?! if I of crime.
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Hluilf ' There are two good signs that the great lake
h! ?Pf m ' wil rse maerially in the next few months.
IBI .''IS ' ' 0ne s tlmt mucn snow nas fallen upon the ad-
IHl if w jacent mountains which, when dissolved by warm
l j J weather, will pour vast volumes of water into the
A'mffli ' lake; the other is that the storms have been gen-
Ijij jftj eral for many miles around the iake, and the melt-
m jfcj , ing snow will moisten the air and prevent the tre-
jfj m r mendous exaporation which has so drawn upon
;i m the lake during the past three summers.
HfilM1 i won(er Senator Wellington wants all for-
lnri H i tunes above $10,000,000 declared nuisances. Sen-
IhI y M ator Wellington would not bring 10 cents in the
filo ; I open market and he has been an unmitigated nui-
nf ') ! sance ever since he emerged into public life.
Hi 1 1 '
R 1 If the motormen on the unvestibuled cars were
$ I Jv sharp, they -would coax members of the Legisla-
Braf ''1' ture to get on and ride with tnem a rew blocks,
Hlf Ijfi early in the morning, or about 5 P. M. hat would
HB1 j 'II; soon convince them that nine hours' service Is
III m enough for a day's work for street car employees.
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A Woman's Courage.
(By J. Normand.)
(Translated by Susan H. Taber)
My earliest remembrance of my aunt Herminie
pictures her in her little apartment in the boule
vard Bonne Nouvelle, opposite the gymnasium. I
see her sitting near the window that was kept
constantly closed, her feet resting on a little foot
warmer burning alike in winter and summer.
Small, very thin and always in her big arm chair
amidst a sea of pillows.
But this frail body, so pitifully affected by ev
ery material contact, served as a covering for a
most generous soul, capable of the rarest devo
tion. It was during The Reign of Terror wnen she
was 20 years old, that her bravery, her energy,
saved not only herself, but ten men with her.
At that time, Aunt Hermanie, already an orphan,
was living near Corbeille, in the abandoned con
vent of Manvolsin. There were two old women
living there with her. Mde. Mnrichal and Mde.
Badouillet, the former tall and thin and the lat
ter fat and one-eyed. One evening but
it were better to let Aunt Herminie tell her own
story, as she used to do so often to me, interrupt
ing herself from time to time, to take another in
jube out of her pretty enamelled box.
"So you want to hear that old story again, lit
tle one? Ah, those were stirring times! Very well
then, listen.: We were sitting that evening
around the fire and Mde Marichal and I were talk
ing while Mde Badouillet was sound asleep. It
must h.'e been about 10 o'clock. Outside the
wind was blowing hard and there was beautiful
moon-light. Oh! I remember it all so well. Sud
denly there came a rap at the door.
But before I go any further, I must first tell
you that a troop of soldiers had arrived at the con
vent that day, about a hundred in all. Their cap
tain, a big, red-haired man, had showed us a pa
per giving permission to lodge over night at the
convent. They had installed themselves in the
chapel and spent the time drinking, singing and
playing cards. It wag a most mrernal racket
they made, but as night came on they had calmed
down and were then sound asleep, pell mell all
over the chapel.
You can understand, little one, that it was not
a very comfortable position for three lone wo
men. Mde Marichal's husband was away. Mde
Badouillet was a widow and I am an orphan. We
had locked ourselves in the hall on the ground
floor between the road and the cnapel and that
is where we were when the knock came, as I
told you. Mde. Badouillet waked up with a start,
and we all three looked at each other with
frightened eyes. In another moment, the knock
sounded again, stronger this time. We were
strongly tempted to pretend we were dear, as you
may well understand. But there was no such
joking allowed there and if you refused hospital
ity to the patriots you passed for a suspect and
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21 E. FIRST SOUTH STREET.
Let our manager know your taste and we
it was not a long road from there to the guillo
tine. Mde. Marichal began to tell her beads, ana
Mde. Badouillet trembled all over. Furthermore,
as I was the youngest, it was cleariy my duty to
open the door.
Outside stood a group of men with big hats,
making a black spot on the silvery road. They
seemed weary and their boots were covered with
My first movement was to snut the door in
their face, but one of them took a step forward
stretched out his hand and in a low, trembbng
"Shelter, citizenness, give us shelter for the
night. We are dying of fatigue. Mercy!
And a murmur ran through the whole group:
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Fugitives: Scouts of the Gironae. We are
pursued. Save us!"
Gironains! You will understand later, my
child, what that word meant. I'or the present it
is enough to know that they were poor peoplo,
flying from Paris and pursued and tracked by
the Montaguards, that is, their enemies.
"Unhappy men," I replied, "fly as quickly as
you can for the chapel is full of soldiers. If you
enter here, it is all up with you."
They paused a moment, hesitating. But a pale
young man, very slight, leaning on the arms of
two of his companions, murmured feebly:
"What! March on further! I cannot. Go, go
my friends, save yourselves and leave me here.
I would rather die."
They were brave men, these Girondins. The
idea of abandoning their comrade, they did not
consider for a moment.
"Is there not some other place than the chapel
where we could rest for two hours, oh! only two
hours?" asked the one who had spoken nrst.
"Nothing but this room," I answered, standing
aside a little. "But the chapel has no other exit
than that door," and 1 pointed to the door at the
back, "and it is through here that the soldiers go
in and out. They would see you ana you would
Utter discouragement was painted on the poor
man's face. I have told you that the night was
clear and everything was as visible as in the day.
"Adieu, citizenness," he said, simply. "The
country is full of people who are pursuing us.
Pray for us that we may escape." Then turning
to his companions: "Let us go on," he mur
mured. What could I do, child? I was distressed and
my heart felt as though it would break. I under
stood all that they had suffered and all that they
were to suffer. I looked at their stooping shoul
ders and their bruised feet Certainly in letting
them go, I escaped all danger, while by keeping
them I exposed, not only myself, but my two
companions. But what else could I do? My pity
overcame all prudence, a sort of fever seized me,
and just as they were about to go, I said:
"Listen, wait There is perhaps one place, 8
very dangerous place."
They drew near, anxious. Behind me I could
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