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VOL. 28. NO. 40.
l-It aims to publish all the news possible.
W doso impartially, wasting no words
8Its correspondents are able and energetic*
ROM time to time the
pj press of Europe has re-
J"^ corded accounts of the
ailments of the Russian
empress. The Russian
press, even now that
there is supposed to no
censorship in Russia, is
forbidden to print any
thing concerning the im
perial family aside from
the official reports dis
tributed by the official
news bureau From the various frag
mentary reports it has become known
that the czarina, who had come to
Russia with lofty ideals and a liberal
western education, is an invalid and a
martyr alone in the palace of the
c/ai, misunderstood and tormented
with melancholy and fear
Now a chronicler, intimately famil
iar with the home life of the Russian
czar, has described vividly the suffer
ings of the woman who had hoped to
reform the Rusisan czar and the Rus
sian land, and it may be said without
exaggeration, that Alexandra Feodo
rovna is today the unhappiest of all
Princess Alice of Hesse-Darmstadt,
according to the biographer of the
czarina lived amid ideal and idyllic
surroundings throughout her child
hood The small, good looking prin
cess, dressed as beautifully as her
dolls was told that the flowers daily
presented her were so beautiful and
fragrant for her sake and that when
she was crying, the little flowers were
also shedding tears, and when she
was laughing, the little flowers were
kind hearted and obedient, and she
did all she could to refrain from cry
ing for she recalled that every tear
drop of hers would cause so much
pain to all those who loved her
But the tears she repressed in her
childhood days she is shedding now
within the walls of the palace, as the
queen of the long suffering Russian
people Being of a sensitive, impres
sionable and artistic nature, the prin
cess was deeply interested in the best
kind of literature She familiarized
herself with the most important
A\orks of the masters of fiction in Eu
rope and she even made some at
tempts at writing poetry and dramas.
As she was frail, the physicians
feared that she was undermining her
health by devoting most of her time
to books, and she was told that her
health was more important than all
the books in the world, and then for
the first time she learned that she
was not free The books were now se
lected for her by physicians and she
was permitted to read only a very
limited number of such books. To
while her time away she took up the
study of drawing, and soon showed
considerable talent in that direction.
Little by little she commenced to
notice the life beyond the boundary
of her fairyland she saw the life of
the people who were suffering and
starving, and she learned that what
was new to her was not new to her
father to her mother, to her aunts,
to all those who lived contented in her
fair land of luxury And she began to
ask herself the question which she
was for a long time unable to answer:
"How can they all remain care free
and so shamelessly cheerful when be
jond the windows of this palace is
the moan of an entire suffering na-
Princess Alice became the czarina
of Russia She came to the Russian
land at a time when the people, ex
hausted by the burden of absolutism,
were returning from the funeral of
Alexander III., and were hopefully
waiting for a more merciful reign on
the part of the new czar. Nicholas,
who was reputed at that time to be a
The first day of the new reign was
marked by the Khodinka tragedy,
when thousands of people lost their
lives amid the festivities. The tragedy
made a profound impression upon the
czarina. It seemed to her a forebod
ing of a terrible future.
The superstitious inclinations and
weaknesses of the czar, manifested in
bis eagerness for a male heir to the
Russian throne, filled the czarina with
untold grief.
She had to obey the orders of va
rious charlatans who were welcome
advisers of the czar. And the in
trigues directed against, her in the
palace added to the misery of the
young empress She noticed that the
czar was angry at her because she
was "endeavoring to introduce in Rus
sia western reforms and that she con
sidered herself more intelligent than
the entire household in the palace
In the meantime storms of unrest
had broken out in the land, and or
ders were given to pacify the discon
tented at all cost. The empress did
not know of the horrors that were per
petrated in Russia, and when she
learned of them she consoled herself
in the thought that all the cruelties
directed against the Russian people
were not committed by order of the
czar. She believed that the czar, like
herself, was ignorant of what was go
ing on in the land.
But she soon found out her error.
Then her suffering grew ever more in
tense. She looked with disgust upon
the clique surrounding her, upon their
hypocritical smiles and greetings, but
she was unable to change anything
even in the palace. It was then that
she became seriously ill
When the empress had recovered
she divided her time between her chil
dren and her desk She turned once
more to the reading of books and also
devoted considerable time to writing
Nevertheless the feeling that she was
alone and misunderstood in the palace
weighed heavily upon her She grew
ever more and mere melancholy.
One day, after having worked for
some time upon the tragedy she was
writing, the empress entered the
czar's study She found him seated at
his desk looking over numerous docu
ments He brightened up when she
entered and he kissed her hands
"Why are you so sad?" she asked.
"I am thinking of the future of our
children," he replied.
The empress looked at him sur
"I do not understand" she began,
looking Into his troubled eyes
"A plot has just been unearthed,"
he said cheerfully, yet with a shade of
"Oh, I know about it"
"No, I mean another plota new
one. They have just learned of it to-
day." And shaking his head he
"Do you understand now?"
And he described to her in detail
the conspiracy of the terrorists
against his life. They became more
sad than before. The shadow of dan
ger was still hovering over their
They endeavored to calm each oth-
er, but somehow their words were un
"Thank God, it is all over now,"
said the empress, heaving a deep sigh.
"I had a terrible presentiment during
the last few days. Wherever I went
I could not rid myself of the terrible
thoughts that haunted me
"Really. Do you know," answered
the czar, "I also felt ill, feverish,
weak. They keep me in a constant
state of terror."
The empress tried to calm him
again. He smiled bitterly and hand
ed her a document bearing numerous
notes in red ink.
The empress made an effort to ap
pear calm as she read the document,
for she felt that the emperor was
watching her closely.
"What wicked people! Savages!"
said the empress as she looked up to
"That is exactly what is troubling
me," replied the emperor with a sad,
forced smile "I should not like to
leave to my son a heritage in such a
dreadful state!
"Do not speak of this, do not speak
of this!"
The empress advanced to him and
took his hand.
"With the help of God all will be
well All will be well!" she repeated
"And you, would you want to re
main a widow?" the czar suddenly
smiled strangely. His eyes were cold
and moist
The empress shuddered at these
words. She released* his hand and
looked at him fixedly
"My dear," she said in tremulous
voice, "I have wanted to speak to you
seriously for some time. This is im
possible! Do you understand? This
life we are leading is impossible
must do something to change it.
must decide to do something!"
The empress* voice quivered
there were tears in her eyes.
"For my sake and four yours, for
the sake of our dear children, do
something! Even if you have to
even if you have to yield. Do it!"
"What can I do?" asked the czar.
"Tell me. Do they know what they
want? Some of the people want one
thing, others want another. Don't you
know that yourself?"
"Will you deny that there- is a sys
tem of provocation and spying in Rus-
sia," she demanded.
The empress spoke with firmness
and authority.
"There is an Infernal machine in
your hands," she said, "and yon look
upon it as a plaything. I know that
unon some occasions you speak with
You You
authority, but when a matter requires
energy and determination you yield to
the first adviser who knows how to in
fluence you'"
Then the empress spoke more softly
"I understand that you often find
yourself in an embarrassing position.
But you believe everything that should
be repulsive to you. You yield to flat
tery and"
"My dear, do not talk to me about
these fables You and I cannot think
of anything that will change all this.
The laws of nature cannot be changed.
Some of the people will demand wa
ter, others will demand fire. All I
could do would be to make some con
cessions. Otherwise everything must
remain as it is It must be so. Do
you understand?"
The czar seemed pleased with his
words. He leaned back in his arm
chair and added angrily:
"I have tried everything!"
"But I cannot go on like this," cried
the empress. "I cannot. I am going
away. I have no strength any longer.
I am afraid to look at myself! When
I see anysaelf in a mirror I am seized
with terror."
"What can I do? You must consult
the physicians."
The empress looked at him angrily
and shook her head.
"Perhaps things will run more
smoothly when you will be a widow,"
said the czar, rising from his seat and
running back and forth in his study.
"That is nonsense," he said sud
denly and rang the bell, pausing in
the center of the room perplexed.
When the servant entered the czar
shouted and stamped his feet The
empress had fainted She was taken
to her room and remained for a long
time under the care of her physicians
The czar neglected all important af
fairs of state when the empress was
ill In the evening the minister of
the interior arrived at the palace with
an important report When he was
ushered into the czar's study the
czar shouted at him nervously:
"For God's sake leave me alone!
The empress is ill! Do whatever you
like! It is all the same to me"
When the minister of the interior
offered a few words of consolation the
czar interrupted him:
"I know you! I know everything! I
know you all!" and he waved his
The minister of the interior walked
out of the czar's study confused and
And the minister of the interior
heard the czar shouting to himself:
"Monarchy, constitution, anarchy.
Even my nearest are against me."
The health of the empress was shat
tered and for a long time she was Buf
fering from a nervous breakdown.
During that illness various rumors
were spreading in the palace. It was
said that the czarina was planning to
leave the palace and return to her na
tive land. It was then also rumored
that she wanted the czar to abdicate
and leave Russia. But all knew that
she rebuked the czar for bis lack of
will power and determination.
Defective Page
M "$
Its Origin Goes Back Beyond the
Pages of History and, Has Record
In Writings of the Earliest
Geographer. t.
Colombo, Ceylon.Apart from its
Importance as the chief city of Cey
lon, Colombo, in consequence of its se
lection as port of call on the Aus
tralian route, has a special signifi
cance. To so many English eyes it is
the first glimpse of tropical luxuri
ance, and, however much a man may
afterward explore Equatorial regions,
it still remains in his recollection as
essentially typical of the Tropics.
One day early in November I had
my first view of Colombo, and beheld
the low promontory which Ptolemy
the geographer marked on his map in
the second century A. D. as "Jovis Ex
tremum." I thought on this, by first
day in Colombo, as I stood in the
streetsstreets as busy as Cheapsido
at one o'clockthat it might well be
called "The City of the Silent Feet,"
for the fact that nearly everyone goes
barefoot lessens enormously the
amount of noise The heat and the
extreme humidity at first press hard
upon the stranger, and a baffling en
velope of lassitude seemed trying all
the while to clog and hamper every
movement of body or of limb.
Two-wheeled bullock-carts innumer
able passed along at a leisurely pace,
many of them loaded with tea-chests
and some with plantains or other
fruit. The bullocks were little crea
tures for the most part, sometimes
black and sometimes fawn or a red
dish brown, and the wooden yokes
that lay across their necks were
heavily fashioned. A thatch of palm
leaves protected the goods from rain
and sun. In the main thoroughfares
tramways echoed the modernity of
shops and office buildings, but the old
order jostled with the new A herd of
water buffaloes obstructed the tram
lines on the steps of the pretentious
general postoffice native letter-writers,
under wide umbrellas, scribbled mis
sives for their clients, and at every
street corner squatted the sellers of
betel, generally women.
Of the wonderful Dagobas remain
ing at Anuradhapura space will per
mit no descriptionnot of the Thu
parama, the most beautiful, where the
right collarbone of Buddha was en-
Where the right collar-bone of Bud
dha was once enshrined: This Thu
parama Dagoba Anuradhapura.
shrined, of the vast mass of the Ruan
weli and the four statues recently dis
covered among its ruins of the great
Ahhaya-Giri, the Jetavanarama, or the
Lankarama. They and the scattered
ruins in the depths of the forest show
still the extent of the buildings of that
sacred city beside which ancient
Rome and Byzantium were but pigmy
Enters Sleeping Room, Whose Occu
pant Vacates Instanter Without
Waiting to Dress.
Hood River, Ore.The citizens of
the Oak Grove district, armed with
the family weapons and followed by
all of the dogs that qualified for the
event, are passing the time in a bear
hunt. A big brown bruin came down
out of the Green Point hills a few days
ago, raided a raspberry patch at the
ranch of Esquire C. C. Lemmon, "de-
stroyed the apiary of another rancher
and entered the kitchen: of the Apple
Robert Shinn, a graduate of the
Oregon Agricultural college, who is
caring for the Appledel tract, keeps
bachelor's hall there. His slumbers
of the early dawn were disturbed by
the noise of the bear raiding the culi
nary department.
In a few seconds the bear had en
tered his sleeping apartment. Shinn
left hurriedly through art open window
by his bed. The flapping of his night
shirt waving an adieu so suddenly In
the cool morning breeze frightened
the bear, which turned over a cup
board of jams and canned fruits la
its hasty exit through the paatry.
The bear Is said to be one of the
largest ever seen In this region, and
the ranchers fear that unless it ic
killed it will begin to raid barnyards
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In the Black Canon.
course through this chasm for upward
of thirty miles before it emerges into
another valley at State Bridge, three
thousand feet lower than where it en
tered the canon
The trout fishing is along the upper
half of the canon, which is traversed
by a narrow gauge railroad. The low
er half of the canon is impassable.
Only three men ever made the trip
through it They were government
engineers who were reconnoitering
for a location for the Gunnison tunnel
to irrigate the Uncompahgre Valley.
Their strong raft was wrecked, their
instruments and clothing were lost
.and they were rescued in an_jexhaust
ed condition.
Below the canon so much alkali and
soil are discharged into the stream
by the irrigating ditches that trout
cannot live in it, but suckers flourish
there, often attaining a length of from
eighteen to twenty inches. During
the latter part of May the suckers
go up the small tributaries to spawn.
After spawning they return in schools,
tail first, to the river These small
streams are rocky ar swift, and if
the fish did not slacken speed by
swimming against the current they
might be bruised against the rocks.
In the pools where the water was
two or three feet deep the fish were
so numerous that it was no uncom
mon occurrence to throw out three
and four fish with each thrust of the
fork. The fish were weak and slug
gish after spawning and did not make
much effort to get out of the way The
old woman brought out two washing
tubs, a washboiler and a large dish
pan, all of which were filled within
half an hour with fish from twelve to
eighteen inches in length, which she
skinned and salted down for future
use. She lamented that the fish were
"a-gettin' skeercer every year."
"Why, at comin' down time three
years ago me and my old man got
nigh onto a wagon load in no time,"
she said.
Maid in Silk Bathing Suit, When
Dared to Take Bruin Alongf
Promptly Does So.
Los Angeles, Cal.Miss Anna Fred
ericks, a comely beach girl, went
swimming through the breakers at
Venice accompanied by a half-grown
cinnamon bear.
Miss Fredericks was one of the thou
sands of bathers along the ocean front.
She was clad in an attractive silk
bathing suit and was accompanied by
several friends, when R. I. Pierce of
Pasadena strolled by, leading two half
grown cinnamon bears, which he se
cured in Northern California when the
bears were only a few weeks old.
"I dare you to take one of the bears
in swimming," said a friend to Miss
The young woman took the dare.
Her escort, after futile attempts at
dissuasion, secured one of the bears.
The little animal was quite tame and
trotted down to the surf line with Miss
Thousands of beach visitors
thronged the water front to watch the
novel performance. At first the little
bear snorted and fussed as the spray
splashed over his nose, but finally,
with a little grunt, he ducked into the
breakers and followed the leash which
Miss Fredericks carried.
96-Year-Old Man Buys His Tombstone.
Albany, Mo.Samuel Stewart, nine
ty-iix years old, of Gara, this county,
who has lived in the state seventy-two
years, has purchased the stone to
adorn his .grave and excavated a mau
soleum In large rock near his
home, giving instructions to his rela
tives that it servo as a receptacle for
his coffin.
'in I A
Jf i'N tl~ BEOAT7SB:
& 4-it is the organ of ALL Afro-Americans.
5-Itis not controlled by any ring or clique.
S-lt auks no support but the people's.
1? IV
Gunnison River, Colorado's Famoust
Stream, Has Reputation
.World _W44*p, f^fj. ig
Denver.The Gunnison river flows,
or rather leapsr down, ,the western
slope of Colorado and is famed, for its
trout Enthusiastic anglers frequently
Journey there from England to whip
its turbulent waters during the fish
ing season, as the. trout, in this ice
cold stream are celebrated for their
exquisite flavor, and for their fighting
qualities as well.
This picturesque stream after flow
ing placidly through a beautiful broad
valley, hemmed in by snow capped
peaks, suddenly breaks its leash and
plunges into a series of rapids and
cascades where it enters the Black
Canon at Sapinero, whose granite
walls rise on either side to a perpen
dicular height \)f from two thousand
to three thousand feet above the foam
ing stream. It continues its tortuous
$2.40 PER TEAR.
Braved Storm of Ridicule In Introduc
ing Article That Is Now in Uni
versal UseBi-Centenary la
Just Being Celebrated.
London.Two hundred years ago
to be more exact, in August, 1712
Jones Hanway was born in Portsbouth,
Do you know who Jonas Hanway
In the encyclopedias he is classed as
a philanthropist and traveler, and he
was both of these. Having been ap
prenticed to a merchant in Lisbon, he
became interested in trade with the
east and journeyed through Persia, en
during many hardships, after which
he spent five years in St. Petersburg.
In the way of philanthropy he was ac
tive in the help of foundlings, fallen
women, the poor and prisoners. But
the one thing he did that makes his
fame everlasting was to introduce the
use of the umbrella to England and
Europe generally.
The umbrella for centuries untold
bad been used in one form or another
by the people of the far east, and Han
wa in his travels became a warm ad
/ocate of that shelter from the rain
and the sun. After he had retired
from business to London he had made
for himself an umbrella not differing
materially from those of today. One
rainy day, when those who were so
unfortunate as to be compelled to go
out in the streets, were hurrying mis
erably along bedraggled and dripping,
out stepped Jonas Hanway, opened his
contraption, and strolled leisurely
along Fleet stret, dry as a bone and
happy A.t least he would have been
happy if his umbrella had warded off
ridicule as it did rain. For his ap
pearance created almost a riot. For
getting the downpour, men, women
and children first stared, then hooted
and at last gathered in a mob that fol
lowed the bold merchant along the
street, laughing and jeering. Doors
were thrown open and windows were
flung up and it seemed as if the en
lire population of that part of London
came out to make fun of Jonas and
Ms umbrella.
The Britisher was conservative by
nature, then as now, and this especial
innovation did not please him. For
centuries he had got wet when it
rained, and why should he now change
and keep dry? So Jonas retired to
his house somewhat discomfited But
he was persistent, so on the next
rainy day he reappeared with his um
brella. Once more the jeers and
laughter. Once more the trailing,
dripping crowd This time Jonas ex
tended his walk and staid out as long
as he wished, and growing more con-
Hanway and His Umbrella.
fld^nt, he let no wet day pass without
one of these excursions. Week after
week, month after month, and year
after year this scene was repeated in
the streets of London town. As time
went on the people grew accustomed
to seeing the eccentric Jonas and his
umbrella, but it was fully thirty years
before any considerable number of
them could bring themselves to follow
his example.
And now look at them! Wherever
the Englishman is found, there is the
umbrella, as surely as the tea pot and
the marmalade jar. Other nations, too,
were slow to adopt the article, and
for years the British tourist with his
inevitable umbrella was an object of
ridicule. He carried it to all parts
of the earth, and today in lands
where there is seldom any rain it is
in continual use as a sunshade. Mex
ico, South America, the entire South
Pacific, Hindustan, and many another
country are dotted with white umbrel
las carried by European and native
alike. No one ever saw the baboo of
India without an umbrella, for it is an
essential part of his English educa
The crude and clumsy umbrella that
Hanway carried, of course has given
place to the neat, close-rolled affair
of today, with silk covering and handle
of beautiful and expensive wood but
the latter probably does not shed the
rain any more surely than dldr the
former, and if Jonas had not been so
persistent we might still be without
the blessed umbrella.
So all honor to the memory of
Jonas Hanway, English traveler and
philanthropist, whose bicentenary has
been forcibly brought to the notice of
the people of bis native land by rains
and floods that have made the sum
mer the worst on record in the tight
little isle.

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