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MU A. rORIIlUV. Editor and Prop LEWISTON. IDAHO. The fanners of the country may thank a woman for tho overthrow of the proposed harvester trust. The widow of Cyrus McCormick, opposed to the tmst from the start, finally re fused to become a party to the scheme, and as the other manufacturera did not dare leave the great McCormick Reaper Co. out, the project had to be aban doned. ______ There is no fixed limitation on cant. Of nothing can it be said "this is essen tially cant" or essentially not. Tho worst falsehood, if really believed and felt as true, may be as far removed from cant as the highest truth; and the highest truth in the mouths and minds of those to whom it had no meaning may be the merest cant. Often it is the worst, for the truth in cant alone makes its falsehood dangerous. Society does not take its tone from the tramp, but from those who refuse him the victuals until he has sawed the wood. And the tendency is to make them think more of their own advan tage in the matter of stove-wood than of the tramp's in the matter of victuals And this tendency is clearly to exag gerate the evil which is always most dangerous in organized society—that of selfish acquisitiveness Jin the strong. According to Judgo Thayer of the United States Circuit court an Ameri can manufacturer who induces foreign workingmen to come to America by sending them tho means of transporta tion, with the assurance that he "can" give them steady work, does not violate the contract labor law, but would do so should he write to them saying that he "will" give them work if they "will" come. It is a very easy thing to evade a law in this country when the interests of bosses require its evasion. The wife of Senator Stanford had occasion, when her husband was gov ernor of California, to dismiss from service in his house an educated China man. This man afterward applying elsewhere for housework mentioned his having formerly "worked for. Gov. Stanford." "Why did you leave?" inquired the possible mist ross. "Oh, I could not stay there," said this supe rior Celestial. "I could not work for euch a man as ho is. You know, ma'am, that Gov. Stanford is a very illiterate man." fled, to to In the great future battle of the world between tho two systems of socialism and individualism, one of the vital points of difference is to be privacy; and it is important to note that it is between individualism and soclal iam that the point of difference lies, and that privacy is not by any means an attribute of aristocracy as opposed to democracy. That Western citizen who raised the curtain of tho newcomer's shanty and desire to know "what was going on so darned private In here," was the typical socialist, not the typical democrat. It is very unlikely that the wheat crop of tho coming year will sell any lower than tho present crop has sold. Stocks are well depleted now, and the new crop will come on a market more nearly bare than has been the case for years. Should the coming two months prove favorable we shall not have so large a surplus for export as three or four years ago. Population is increas ing faster than the increase in acreage of wheat, and within eight or ten years at most we shall not produce more wheat than the people of this country will want for bread and seed. One of the most unique and impress, ivo exhibits at the world's fair will be the naval display of the United States government. It will take the form of enormous war vessel built of brick up on piling along the lake front. The beauty of this great and original idea ought to be obvious to everybody. It gives the visitor at the fair an oppor tunity to see an American man-o'-war at an inland city, and the vessel being secured in a stationary position tho collisions with coal boats and the other comical accidents to which our navy is prone are entirely avoided. Experiments recently made in Ger many have added convincing evidence to a fact already noted, to wit, the variability of terrestrial latitudes, for example, tho latitudes of Berlin, Pots dam and Prague, diminished between August, 1889, and February, 1890, about half a second of arc. In the lat ter year, between April and August, the latitude of Berlin increased four tenths of a second. In other words, Berlin is nearer the North Pole in sum mer t han in Winter. The periodicity of these variations would indicate that the direction of the earth's axis, under the influence of some external or inter nal disturbance, was changing. The phenomenon is attracting very general attention. new* »mmit y. A Paris Banker named Mace has fled, owing $4,000,000. Four men were killed in a boiler explosion at Windsor, Mo. A Kansas man has been granted a patent on an artificial egg. A cyclone in Northern Alaoama wrought great damage to property. The C., B. & Q. road is said to be actively at work on the Alton Bridge. Many telegrams of condolence were received at the residence of General Sherman. Conngressmun Hatch has reported to the house a stringent meat inspec tion bill. Criminal proceedings ngainst cx Treasurer Woodruff of Arkansas have been ordered. The Kansas legislature is consider ing a bill to reduce passenger rates to 2jc per mile. Every window in Clark's thread works at Newark was broken by strik ers. A boy was hurt. A radical bill for tho regulation of freight charges has been introduced in the Kansas legislature. H. B. Claflin & Co., of New Y'ork, have been sued for $604,000 by a Cleveland (O.) merchant. A sale of George Washington's books and other relics in Philadelphia real ized 117.000 the first day. Jim Hall the Australian fighter, nr rives and says he has whipped Fitz simmons ar.d can do it again A sentiment in opposition to draping government buildings every time a public man dies is developing. John A. Blue, a private in the Sev enteenth infantry, is under arrest at Cheyenne, Wvo., for murder. Senator Culloin's proposed amend ments to the interstate law prove lobe unsatisfactory to railroad men. Richard Mandebauin of San Fran fisco ran his father's firm in the hole for $100,000 and fled to Australia. Mrs. McCabe, who killed Judge Stein on the Mexican border, mado a daringcscape from her Mexican prison. Hannibal Hamlin at New York and William McKinley at Toledo, made ad 1 , dresses at Lincoln memorial dinners. Australian papers received the 16th state that by the burning of the steam' er Kale at Wuhu, 200 Chinese per ished. The New York Central Labor Union passed resolutions in favor of female suffrage. St. Paul, Minn., has been sued by the holders of $'.»0,000 in Board of Ed ucation certificates on which the city defaulted. 5Jay Gould was taken suddenly ill in St. Augustine. Fla., and, under advice of his physicians, started at once for New York. J. R. Woods and his pretty adopted daughter disappeared from Sedalia at about tho same time and it is thought they have eloped. President Harrison has written a letter to the Civil Service Reform as sociation of Cambridge, Mass., defend ing the Indian service. A member of the National Demo cratic Committee says the presidential campaign of 1892 will be the most hotly contested since 1876. The London police have arrested a man suspected of being "Jack the Rip per, " who killed an unfortunate woman in the Whitechapel district. A supremo court decision makes a St. Joseph woman a bigamist. She had married after her husband had been convicted of bigamy. President Hartwell of the North Middlesex (Mass.) Savings bank says that the deficit of Cashier Spaulding will reach at least $25,000. The house committee on foreign af fairs has agreed to report to the house with some modification a bill to incor porate tho Pacific cable company. C. R. Oliver, a one-time wealthy speculator of Kansas City, crazed by his losses in the grain market, at tempted to shoot O. P. Dickinson, a broker. Congressman McKinley made an ad dress on the tariff ut a Lincoln ban quet in Toledo, O., in tho nature of a reply to Cleveland's speech at the Thurman banquet. Work in Jackson Park for the World s Fair has been suspended on account of the threats of union labor ers against Italians, who refuse to strike for higher wages. Georgo A. Putnam of Kansas City discovered a burglar in his room, dis robed and preparing to put on Put nam's suit. He chased him out of tho houso without any clothing. S. W. Smith, a colored preacher at Rustou, La., hired a white boy to car ry his valise. A fight with two white men over it resulted in Smith and one of his assailants being killed. Gay Jewett, son of Representative Jewett of Worth county, la., who for a number of years has been a museum wonder, is dead. He was thirty years of age and weighed 740 pounds. Great enthusiasm was manifested in tho national convention of miners at Columbus, O., over the announcement that tho bill prohibiting "company stores" bad become a law in Pennsyl vania. Commissioner Raum has issued a circular to all pension attorneys and agents directing that all circulars pro posed to be issued by them to solicit pension business must bo approved by - ., . the pension office before distribution, Charles Rittar, teller of the First National bank of Evansville, Ind., is short in his accounts. It is estimated the defect will reach $50,000. Rittar confesses to using the funds and says he will make the loss good. Tho senate bill providing for tho disposal of Fort Hartsuff, Fort Sheri dan and Fort McPherson reservations, in tho state of Nebraska, to actual set tlers under the homestead law, was fa vorably reported to the house on tho 16th. ALEC YEATON'S SON. VHOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. Tt.j wind it wailed, the wind it moaned. And the white caps flecked the sea; "An' I would to God."tne skipper groaned, "I had not my boy with me.'' Snug in the stern sheets, little John Laughed as the skud swept by ; But the skipper's sunburnt cheek grew wan As he watched the wicked sky. "Would that he were at his mother's side !" And tho skipper's eyes were diin. "Good Lord in Heaven, if ill betide, Wbat would become of him ! For me—my muscles are as steel, For me let bap what may ; I might make shift upon the keel Until the break of aay. "But he, he Is so weak aud small, So young, scarce learned to stand— 0 pitying Father of us all, 1 trust him to Thy hand ! "For thou, who markest from on high 1 A sparrow's fall—each one!— Surely, O Lord, thou'U have an eye On Alec Yeaton's son !" Then, helm hard port, right straight ho , sa led Toward the headland light; The wind it moaned, the wind it wailed, And black, black fell the night. Then burst a storm to make one quail Though housed from wind ana waves— They who could tell about that gale Must rise from watery graves. Sudden it came, as sudden it went; Ere half the night was sped. The winds were hushed, the waves were ) spent. And tne stars shone overhead. Now, as the morning mist grew thin, The folk on Gloucester shore Saw a little flguro floating in Secure ,on a broken oar ! Up rose the cry, "A wreck ! a wreck ! Pull, mates, aud waste no breath''— They knew it, though 'twas but a speck Upon the edge of death ! Long did they marvel in the town At God his strange decree. That let the stalwart skipper drown, And the little child go free ! —Gloucester, August, 1720. LINK BY LINK. THRILLLING STORY 01 THE FRAN00-PRUSSIAN WAR. BY MAURICE LEGRAND. I as CHAPTER VII "LA GLOIRE!" *7°HE sound of war was throughout tho land. France knew her peril and vainly strove against it. Nearer and nearer every day came the foe; sterner, cruder and more despor ato grew the warfare. From village and hamlet and town, tho demand for recruits brought ever fresh supplies; terror and war darkened many a home, crushed many a heart; everywhere .'ho d read of ill close at hand and soon to fall. Within a day's march of Taris, a troop of soldiers had hailed and were gathered round a table in front of the uuberge smoking, drinking and chat ting with the mercurial carelessness that generally characterizes the sons of Mars'. "We shall be in to-morrow," said one. "And warm work we shall have," Buttered another. "So much the belter; you aro not going to shirk it now, aro you?" "It is not of the work I think," Ihe man answered sadly "not yet of my self—a man can die but once—but there are my wife and the little ones." The words east a shadow of gloom îver many careless faces in the laugh ing group. "True—for them it is bad," they murmured, and thought sadly of the quiet homes, and the rosy faces, and the pretty childish voices that might ask in vain for sight or sound of a soldier father ere another sun had set. One man stood aloof and apart from all under the thick shrouding boughs of a great pear tree. Now and then ho looked at the group as they tossed off their wine, or laughed and joked with gay and airy buffoonery. "They can enjoy!" he thought, and a bitter wonder and disdain cerpt into his heart, for life to him was so un speakably sad and desolate a thing, that it seemed a marvel that those of tighter brains and hearts could find amusement of forgetfulness in such an hour as this. "You aro bad company to-night, Pierre," said one of the soldiers. "Will you not join us? you may not have the chance much longer." "So much the better for me," he said sternly, turning neither his gaze nor his step toward them. "Have you fallen out with life al ready, or has your sweetheart jilted you?" laughed a stalwart young sol dier, with the down of manhood scarce grown on his chin, and a laughing boyish fare that had left a sad blank in tho homo circle from whence it had been drawn. "My affairs are no concern of yours," was the somewhat fierce re tort. • Dieu do dieu, no, You take very good caro no one clso but yourself shall know aught of them," returned the other. "Don't trouble Pierre," chimed in the voice of the man who had given him the invitation to join them "C'est un drôle, mais c'est un be orave." "Ho had need to be the one to make up for tho other," muttered the young soldier. "A duller fellow I never came across." "He has done good work, though and his restlessness is something to marvel at. The other night he fought j three p rug8 i ang> single-handed, and came off with scarce a scratch him self." "Ventre blue—has no else ever done he same?" "Doubtless; but this follow is an un t -ained recruit, and has the foolhardi n 3 ss and coolness of perfect couruge, and no more fear of firo or regard of danger than if he were bullet proof. The Colonel thinks very highly him." • That means promotion." •He doesn't want that—only dan ger. ' • •Yes—I've heard him ask for the most ticklish of foraging parties; pauvre diable! there's something un derneath it all. He carries a heavy heart undor that bold brave face if I mistake not." "He is bod soldat to N - e backbone. I hope the bullets won't whish him off as quickly as he seems to desire. We can ill spare men now." ••Think you it will come to siege?" "Dieu de dieu —yes. These cursed German brutes are hemming us in on every side." The talk grew graver, the jests less boisterous, while the man whom they discussed stood motionless in the star light, his musket resting against his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the far-off walls of the fair city so soon to be the prey of the foe. The fearless, dauntless soldier had been through many a hot skirmish, had served well, and learned quickly, and borne the arduous unremitting work of trying campaigns and close discipline, with a cool bravery that bad won him both respect and liking from comrades and superiors, They did not quite understand. They could not quite comprehend his moods of silence—his strange unsocial gravi ty—his utter reticence respecting his own past life, of which no one knew or could ascertain anything. It held some mystery, some sorrow that they surmised; but of its nature he never spoke, and after a time they ceased to inquire. The noise, the clang, and tumult of war, the ever present excitement of danger, all these a were too constantly around and about them to allow of much leisure for speculation or gossip. They accept ed him among the fraternity as one of whom they could trust, honor and re spect, evt-n if no warmer feeling were permitted, and for that he was alone to blame, since he allowed of no clos er approach to confidence or regard than be himself sought, and that was as little as well might be without ab solute offense. Times were terrible now in F'rance. Tho war fever was at its height Men grew drunk with bloodshed as with wine. Fiercest hatred to tho conqueror glowed every breast, and each day the hopes of victory grew fainter, the dread con quest sharper. And amidst all the turmoil and anxiety and danger, one man moved as though ho bore charmed life, only saying to himself; "Oh, that death wore possible!" But though near often, it yet passed him by taking, with that strange fa tality that makes life at once so strik ing and so sad, lives beside him, around him—lives, loved, happy, young, hopeful, and yet leaving his unharmed, to bear the burden of a hidden woe that haunted every hour of his existence. A life of hardship, discipline, suffer ing, was his daily portion, but for all external discomfort he cared but little, scarcely felt or noticed it. Hunger, weariness, coarse food, ceaseless toil, terrible danger, all these looked but trifles to eyes that had grown blind with one hour's shattered bliss, with the agony of a doubt that had turned love to madness. But the war-fire awoke in him at last and became the ono thing that kept him from utter despair. Severe campaigning, hot skirmishes and in cessant watchfulness, all tho demands on his time and attention that each day rendered more necessary, these brought him excitoment, and gave him the utter disregard and reckless ness as to life and danger that awoke the involuntary admiration of his com adcs. Pierre Leroux was a man with tho born instincts of a soldier, and his previous quiet uneventful life in no way unfitted him for his present ex periences. Its necessities called many latent faculties into play, and taught him the two great lessons of life—patience and endurance; and this man, who but a few months before had known no greater anxiety than the failure of a crop or the drought of a season, now bore privations as calmly, and risked death as recklessly, as the hardiest soldier who had spent a lifetimo in the ser vice of war and the toil of camps. To-night, when tho carousal was over, and the soldiers slept for the few brief hours that were alono per mitted, he stood as sentinel over the little troop. The air was chilly—there was no light, for moon and stars were shroud ed by gray heavy clouds. With oars alert, and eyes keen and sharp as long habit could make them, he paced to and fro in that coaseless monoton ous round that is so wearisome oven to the trained soldier. The darkness deepened, and tho wind grew fiercer. Into his bruin stolo the thoughts that could still so incossantly torture and perplex him. Into his heart came tho memo.-y of that night when the wom an ho loved had crouched at his feet, and with the pallor of guilt on her face and yet the denial of guilt on her lips, had prayed him to believe her In nocent. Innocent! He almost laugh ed as he thought of it. A week-old wife would not steal away through the mid night shadows to the presence of any living man, who was not bo loved by her—would not leave her husband's side and risk the interpreta tion that could not fail to be put on her doing so, without some terribly strong motive. And yet now, in the stillness and silence, and with the shadow of close peril beside him, ho knew ho loved her as fiercely, adoringly, passionately as ever, lie could not forget or banish the remem brance that haunted him. The fever mist of pain that blinded his senses to every hardship and his eyes to every peril, were yet not deep enough or dense enough to blind them to this one memory, to cover with oblivion this ono love. a As ho paced to and fro in that mo notonous march, he bent his head and a low groan escaped his lips. ••To forget?" he implored. "Oh, God! for one hour to forget!" In an instent all thought of duty escaped him, the vigilant eyes no longer swept the horizon, the keen ears grew deaf to all but the dull, agonizen beating of a heart that felt it would never again find rest or peace on the earth's wide face. Suddenly ho started and looked round. Alas for that trance of pain, that short forget fullness! The dull thud of horses feet came loud and distinct to his ears—in the shadow-play of night and dawn he saw the flash of arms, and while his alarm rang clarion clear throughout the slumbering camp, he knew how vain the warning was. In an instant all was stir, bustle, confusion. With marvelous celerity the troops got under arms, but their actions were not rapid enough for tue charging sweep of the foe, who trebled their scanty numbers and bore down on them with an eagle's swoop. The hoofs of rearing chargers struck at them on every side, the clash of swords and crash of shot and stool filled all tho air. It was a conflict sharp and short, conflict hand to hand, breast to breast .over which the morning broke gray, and silvery, and beautiful, as though in mockery of the brute pas sions and tho murderous follies of men. The struggle was brief. Outnum bered six to one, there was little doubt of how it must end. Escape or victo ry were alike impossible. The Prus sians wore victors ore the day was an hour old. The prisoners of war—humiliated; disarmed, furious as trapped beasts— were handed over to a detachment of tho Prussian corps. Their ultimate a fate was not yet decided upon. The victory of Sedan had led to its evacua tion, and the Bavarian and Prussian corps were marching rapidly toward Taris. The conquerors were exultant —tho fate of war seemed certain now. All Paris was in revolt, confusion and excitement reigned everywhere. In military circles but ono issue seem ed possible, and though "Guerre out trauco" was still in every Frenchman's mouth, the German armies treated it as a mere matter of time. i'ho improvised and Republican armies of France, drawn from all sources, and in many cases untrained and undisciplined, might certainly convert the war of anus into one of siege, but with Metz and Sedan in their hands, and tho flower of tho French army, either killed or prison, ers, the Prussians might well be con fident, and treat their enemy's defi ance as mere bravado. Pierre Leroux had been severely wounded. Unconscious of all that was passing around him, he lay through out the long weary day. Pain held him powerless, his strong frame lay bruis ed and stricken, his eyes were clo-ed, as if lead weighed down their lids. Unfamiliar voices sounded in his ears, but he had no consciousness of their words. Weak with loss of blood, diz zy and faint with tho exhaustion of long fasting and incessant fatigue, so lie lay, wondering dimly if death was at hand now—the death he had prayed for so long. If his captors had been as merciless as he desired, another dawn would never have greeted his oarthly sight; but with a certain rough kindness and compassion they had tended his wounds, and when consciousness re turned, and fever at last left him, he found himself in an ambulance-wagon in a part of the country totally new and strange to him. With sense and feeling came back the remembrance of his fate. He was a prisoner. Doubtless his captors were about to take him to their own land; stray words ho caught here and there, all seemed to point to this ns conclusive. Ho glanced round the straw lined vehiclo as it jolted over the rough uneven roads. Four other figures were stretched there like him self. Now and then a moan of pain escaped them. One he recognized as the gay young soldier who had laugh ed and jested at tho wine tavern the evening before that sharp and short encounter with ho enemy, whose re sults had been so disastrous. "It is you, then, Poupard, is it?" he said languidly. "Are you hurt?" "Should 1 bo here else?" grunted the other ungraciously, "Devil tuko those brutes, they have crushed every bone in bolievo." ' if it in bone in my body,I veryily bolievo." "How wusit?' 'Pierreasked languid ly "It was ono of their horses; tho hoofs struck me down. I was dragged out from under the animal afterward, so they suy. A shot had killed him, and ho fell on me. Dame! why did he not kill me outright? 'Twould be better than to be muimed for life, ns I assuredly shall be now." Pierre sighed wearily. Perhaps he thought there were worse things to endure even than to bo maimed for life. "Are they taking us to their own cursed country, think you?" demanded Poupard presently. I cannot say. I do not even re member how long I have been here. It seems an ago since that skirmish." 'Tis but a day and a night; and, by the way, that reminds me how came it you were so late in giving in the alarm? Our captain is furious. He blames tho whole disas ter to you." Pierre's faco flushed deeply beneath its pallor of pain. "Is that true?" he said, fiercely. "Mon Dieu! Yes. Have you ever known mo lie?" "I gave the warning instantly. They seem to have stolen up like shadows. I cannot tell how they came so suddenly and quickly." "They are in league with the fiend himself, I believe," growled the other, ferociously. "Will their luck nevei end?" "It seems not." "And we so near Paris," continued Poupard discontentedly, ''but a davV march, and they will be looking out for us. Hein! but it is hard." 'The fortune of war." murmured Pierre. "Our turn may come yet." There is a chance of escape, per haps," whispered Poupard, restlessly; they are all so sure, it might be easy to surprise them one night. Where are the others?" I do not know. Hush, here comes a trooper." "Lay your plans more cautiouslv, messieurs," said a voice beside then/ the voice of the Uhlan whose approach they had noticed; "we understand French as well as you here." Consternation depicted itself on Poupard's face. From that time he lay silently on tho slraw. med itating his plans in his own mind and more convinced than ever that his foes were in league with the powers of darkness, since actions, movements and language were alike known to them. He wondered if his thoughts ever escaped that secret espionage. As days passed on, however, the wild plans of escape which he luid formed grew more apparently home less. Food was scanty, his wounds and bruises tormented him more and more. The way was long and the weather terrible. Hardships and privations weakened his frame and dampened his ardor. IIo was sepa rated from his companions after those rash overheard words, and in silence and solitude ho suffered now, till cour age forsook and misery crushed him. "I shall die soon," he said to him self, and his words seemed as if they were to be speedily verified. He and Pierre Leroux were in the hospital ward together—a small enough place, extemporized from sheer necessity, as many of the sol diers were too prostrated by hunger, and fever, and wounds, to proceed any further. Gentlo-voicod women, some highly born and delicately nurtured, flitted to and fro in those dreary wards—minis tering angels to the poor broken hearted sufferers, who they tended with untiring patience. One morning one of tho sisterhood came quietly up to Pierre's side as he lay weak and feverish on his narrow ' bed. "Your friend died last night, 1 ' she said, gently. "He bade me give ou this letter, with tho re ;uest that if ever opporunity offers you will give it to his mother. He was from your own part of Normandy, 1 believe." l'ierro took t^io letter from her hand in silence, then turned his fare to the wall and sighed. Even ho dies," ho cried. In the depth of his desolate heart, "shall I, to whom lifo is hateful, alone be spared ?" TO BE CONTINUED. One Hundred Miles an Hour. Thomas A. Edison said in an inter view with a reporter of the Pittsburg Dispatch: "You ask me about the future of electricity. It is the coming motive power. It will be used on all railroads some day, but the point is to get an economical engine. My theory is to have immense dynamos located all along the line of the road, and have the electricity conveyed from these stationary engines to the loco motives by wires through the rails For example, I would put two big en gines between Now York and Philadel phia, and enough power could be fur nished to whisk the limited at the rat« of 100 miles per hour. "But this is the point I have been working on for years; to convert heat directly into electricity without the intervention of boilers, steam, and all that. Wbat an enormous amount of could be saved if this could expense could be saved if this could be done. Think of putting something into the heat of that natural gas fire and making electricity out of it. It can bo dono. I feel it in my bones, and just now 1 have a suspicion that I am on tho right track, but it is a pesky problem—ono that can be work ed out only in time. "I have been experimenting with un electric road in New Jersey I hurt rails laid as they put them down on railroads, but. tho machine would run off the track in going around curves. I then raised tho curve to an angle of 40 degrees und tho motor went around all right. It looked as if the engine would topple over, but itdirtn t. You know in u centrifugal machine you can make a car go clear around a circle in tho air without leaving the. track. "At tho present timo the phono trraph is occupying my time. I have boen improving it, and it is more per fect to-day than ever. In speaking into the phonograph it was soon found that the sibilants were not recorded. I or instance, if I were to say 'species tho *sp' sound would bo lost. Belli 1 have about solved that problem now* and the sound of 's' is inscribed the other letters, 1 run the phono graph or grapophono in three w a V 8 , with a treadle, a battery, or with ordinary incandescent light by a " a ®. ing the machine with a wire 1° > lamp. Business people can have the » choice. I shouldn't want U> he bother ed with a treadle, and I think tho be» plan is to use tho electric light, sim they are now so commonly distribute • The battery is made to last f° r month, three months or six monta» without being renewed. Let man take his choice. I am main 8 the three kinds."__ Ascent, Not Descent. Mr. Orlrite—"Well, upon my worn, all this talk about whom you ara oe* scended from tires me." . Mr. Snobey—"I don't agree witn you. I think it most important. Orlrite— "It's nothing of the * or ' , people could Bhow that they a8ces ' instead of descended from the!ir cestors, it might be something proud of."