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THE JOURNAL LUCIAN BWIFT, J. 8. McLAIN, Manager. editor, subscription terms Payable to The Journal Printing? Co. Delivered by Mall. One oopy, one month $0.35; One copy, three months 1.00 One copy, six months 2.00 One copy, ona year 4.00 Saturday Eve. edition, 20 to 26 pages.. 1.50 Delivered by carrier On© copy, one week 8 cents One oopy, one month 35 cents Single copy 2 cents THE JOURNAL, is published every evening, except Sunday, at 4T-4O Fourth Street South, Journal Building, Minneapolis, Minn. C. J. Billfion, Manager Foreign Adver tising Department. NEW YORK OFFICE —86, 87. 88 Tribune building. CHICAGO OFFICE—3O7. 308 Stock Ex change building. CHANGES .OF ADDRESS Subscribers ordering addresses of their papers changed must always give their former as well as present address. CONTINUED All papers are continued until an ex plicit order is received for discontinuance, and until all arrearages are paid. . 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The Minneapolis Journal Makes a Big Gain of 76 Columns in Advertising for August, 1901, Over the Same Month Last Year. As Usual, The Journal Leads All the Other Papers in Minneapolis by a Big Margin Here are the Figures that Prove It. Measurements for August, 1901. JOURNAL, 27 days 956 Tribune, 27 days, morning and evening and 4 Sundays 802 Times, 27 days and 4 Sundays .... 667 Advertisers prove the worth of THE JOURNAL'S circulation by using it more than any other paper. An Imperial Commerce The American invasion has not dismayed all Britons. One of these unterrified is Benjamin Taylor, a Glasgow journalist, who contributes an article to the Septem ber Forum that puts the state of British trade in a much more favorable light than that in which it has been viewed of late in America. Mr. Taylor emphasizes the fact that in all current discussions of British trade only the United Kingdom is considered, while no account Is taken of the great trade of the British empire beyond the narrow confines of the two little islands off the coast of Europe. Mr. Taylor insists, with considerable reason, that in trade comparisons with other na tions the whole of the British empire should be taken into account. If this method of collating and com paring statistics is followed it is found that British trade still vastly overshad ows that of any other nation. The total external trade of the whole British em pire is put at £1,472,077,572, as against £627,885,000 for the United States, £498, --040,000 for Germany and £339,462,480 for France, or £106,190,092 more than the combined trade of its three greatest com petitors. While all the British colonies and de pendencies have their own tariff systems and their own governments, for all busi ness purposes independent of the mother country, and while the great dependencies have and would have an enormous trade of their own, irrespective of British po litical control, it must be considered that the trade both external, and internal of these countries is largely financed and managed from the ' United Kingdom and that it is chieflly carried in British ves sels. • iV** V:4>- Mr. Taylor Is little concerned about the decline of the Iron industry in England or about other declining trade figures for the United Kingdom, for the empire as a whole grows always greater and more prosperous. With the profits of the trade of this mighty empire converging to so large a degree in the United Kingdom and with British vessels that almost never enter British ports collecting $4,000,000 a year from other nations for transport service, it 1b easy to see how British finan ciers may look with unconcern upon the ever increasing balance of trade against the United Kingdom. It Is evident from a perusal of Mr. Tay lor's article that If In trade statistics we make Britain's commercial empire co incident with her political siway, it as much overtops the rest of the world in trade as it does in territorial extent. It also appears that so long as Britain re tains territorial superiority she is likely to retain the premier position in the world's trade. She controls so many rich kingdoms, empires and provinces with which all the world must trade that her commercial superiority will be almost un assailable as long as she holds them. British trade certainly follows the Brit ish flag. The arrest of Emma Goldman is a very important and fortunate result of the in quiry set on foot to discover the existence of a conspiracy to kill the president. Emma Goldman probably stands in about the same relation to the attempted as sassination of the president that Parsons did to the bomb thrower in the Hay market. She did not fire the pistol, but there is reason to believe that she' In fluenced a poor, weak-minded fool to do what she would not dare to do herself. That is the kind of tools the anarchist agitator employs. The leaders rarely un dertake the dangerous things which they seek to incite their fololwers to do. They are naturally cowards and hide them selves when danger is near. Overflowing Dakota Prosperity Out of the Dakotas, out of that afore time horror of the lamblike eastern in vestor, out of that land which has but re cently experienced the tribulations that beset all new countries, came stories that reflect the presence in the land of the plethoric purse, the well-stocked larder, the corpulent ibank account, the canceled mortgage. And with these stories come the wails of bankers who asseverate that while in times past when the farmers de sired loans the bankers dared not grant them, now that the bankers are willing to push out the 'bills like hay the farmers will have none of their money. The (problem in South Dakota now is not how the farmer can get the bankers to give him a little coin, tout how the banker can persuade the farmer to take some of his money. The state land department, which has a regular sy&tern of lending its funds to farmers through the county com missioner?, at a low rate of interest, has been unable this year to dispose of more than a part of its funds and bankers everywhere report a discouraging paucity of loan applications. If this state of af fairs continues much longer the bankers will become impoverished and will have to give up their poorly-yielding busi ness for some such lucrative occupation as farming. But the First National bank of Sisseton does not purpose to go out of business without making another attempt to force the farmers to take its money. It pur poses to invest a part of its surplus in the purchase of cows from outside the state which will be sold to neighboring farmers and cattlemen at reasonable prices and "terms to suit." In this man ner the bank hopes to £>ut out some of its money and at the same time augment the business interests of its clientage, which would naturally lead in the future to a greater demand for banking facilities. To change the subject somewhat, it is worthy of remark that this action of the Siseeton bank illustrates in a graphic manner the contention that the American system of individual banks, each vitally interested in the prosperity of its own community, is superior in some respects at least to the Canadian system oi pow erful central banks with local branches. Sane Forest Reserve Plans A Washington correspondent undertakes to explain how easy it will he to secure a forest reservation in Minnesota if those Interested in the movement will cease striving for a park and content themselves with a forest reservation of Indian lands. The fact is that the word park has been dropped by all discreet champions of a national forest reservation for more than a year past. And almost from the start the keynote of the campaign for the pre servation of some public forest domain in northern Minnesota has been that of scientific forestry. If the forests are pre served all the ends of those who at first used the word park will be subserved. They will incidentally become health re sorts and outing regions and game and fish preserves. A forest reservation administered on forestry principles would by no means be such a blow to the immediate prosperity of adjacent lumber towns as some of the townsite owners and others in a hurry to get rich quick seem, or profess, to think. Suppose that a forest reserve of some 800,000 acres were created out of the ceded Indian lands surrounding Leech Lake and were to be lumbered scientifical ly—that is with a view to a perpetual tim ber production, the proceeds to go for the benefit of the Indians. In the first five years of such management a large part of the now standing pine would be cut because it is rip© for cutting and should be cut from the scientific as well as prac tical point. Perhaps this would amount to three-fourths of the now standing pine. For esthetic reasons some of the mature trees standing on the ban;ka of lakes and rivers should be left, but aside from this all the mature pine would be cut at once. This would give the neighboring towns almost as much revenue from logging and lumbering as they would get if the lands vrere to be thrown open at once to ordi nary, private commercial Jumbering. The demand for pine is such that the latter now spares no pine tree, great or small, and even cuts the once scorned jack pine. This ruthless cutting, together with the forest fires that are so likely to follow, leaves behind a desolate region which if not fit for agricultural purposes remains a wilderness of scrubby second growth and charred stumps and boles. If the region which it is desired to turn into a forest reservation be adminis tered 'by the government on a forestry basis, while the cutting of the first few years would be very large, special efforts would "be made to protect and preserve the young trees and keep out fires and there would always be some lumbering in process. With the destruction of all neighboring pine the value ol the reser vation pino would be so great that the an nual product of the forest might in the near future represent a very considerable sum. If the reservation pine is to be lum bered as other pine regions in Minnesota have been lumbered the first cutting will be the last. After that the only ■utility of the country to the neighboring towns will he such lands as are tillable, but the reservation plan contemplates the opening of such lands to settlement anyway. Thus It appears that In the long run even the adjacent towns should favor a forest reservation. In this connection it is worth noting that thotigh the pine of the proposed reservation is tributary to Minneapolis and would be largely sawed in Minneapolis mills, there is a very considerable senti ment here, even to some extent among lumbermen, in favor of saving for the fu ture a little of the original pine forests. Government Railroads Congressman McCleary has Just re turned from a two or three months' stay in Europe, where it is understood his at tention was given largely to a study of the question of government ownership of railroads and telegraphs. He is quoted on the subject this morning, and in that connection cites the general theory of our government to be that the govern ment shall do nothing that the citizens can do as well. But the question of government control is not a matter of theory, tout a matter of practical results. Mr. McCleary says practical results show that the govern ment roads in Europe render a poorer service for higher rates than the Ameri can roads. Under the European system of government ownership, he says, the em ployes are less courteous than in America, probably because they are government officials in a sense, and in a higher class than the ordinary citizen. At least they so esteem themselves, and are less care ful to be polite, accommodating and help ful to the traveling public. In the matter of freight rates, Mr. Mc- Cleary's testimony is in accord with the general understanding that freight rates are higher on European government roads than they are on American roads for the same kind of service rendered under the same conditions. A little practical experience with government ownership is worth a good deal more than all the theory ever propounded on the subject. Minister Wu is a high-class Chinaman. He would naturally be expected to take as moderate and reasonable a view of the proper treatment for the assailant of the president as the average intelligent and educated Chinaman. And, yet, he advo cates slow torture for Czolgosz; he would have him slowly cut to pieces, that his Bufferings might be the more intense. If Wu speaks for Chinese civilization, and he is probably entitled to do so. Chinese civilization is still far in the background, and the Boxer outrages not difficult to account for. Town and Country The report of Commissioner Hermann, of the general land office, which has just appeared, shows that, during the fiscal year the land disposals aggregated 13,453, --887 acres as compared with 9,182,413 acres the preceding year, the homestead entries for the last fiscal year aggregating 8,478, --409 acres, as compared with 6,177,387 acre 3 the previous year, there being 9,488 more final homestead entries in the last fiscal year covering 1,180,628 more acres than for any one year since the homestead act was passed in 1862. There were 68,648 original homestead entries made in the recently closed fiscal year, covering 9,497-, 275 acres—an increase over the previous year of 7,378 entries and of 1,018,866 acres. It is remarkable, also, that in no single year within ten years have the receipts for public lands been so large. These facts are very strongly indicative of the land hunger of the public, not for speculative purposes, but for homestead purposes. All the peqle are not drifting into the cities, it is very evident. The census of 1900, while showing that the urban population Is about forty-seven per cent of the whole also shows that the rural population is steadily growing and has Increased from 20,000,000 in 1850 to 43,000,000 in 1900 (leaving out 5,000,000 in small towns and villages). The urban population has become ten times as large as it was in 1850 and the census notes a decrease of farm laborers, but the Im pulsion to the cities has taken place to strengthen the Industrial forces chiefly, and it has not Intereferd at all with the national prosperity, for, as a writer in Mc- Clure's shows, the invention of improved agricultural machinery has enormously Increased the output of farm products since 1850. The corn product is four times as large; wheat, six to eight times as large; oats, five times; barley, eleven times; cotton, eight times; wool, six times; hay, pork, beef, mutton, chickens, eggs and butter, twenty to one hundred times as much. In quantity and value farm produce is twenty times as large, and this explains why so many millions can go to the •cities from the country without impairing the vital activities of the rural districts. Forty years ago it took 4 hours and 34 minutes' labor to produce a bushel of corn, as compared with 41 min utes now, while the cost is reduced from 35% cents to 10V6 cents. To produoe a bushel of wheat in 1850, 8 hours' labor was required, while to-day it requires but 10 minutes' labor, and the cost has been reduced from 17% cents to S 1-3 cents a bushel. It required 85% hours in 1850 to turn out a ton of hay baled, and to-day it takes only 11 hours and 34 minutes, the cost having been reduced from $3.06 to $1-29. These figures are suggestive that the peril of excessive urban poulation, as set forth by some writers, lias certainly not been reached in this country, where there is still land for the landless and much more to be obtained by scientific irriga tion for agricultural purposes. There will always be reinforcements for the agri cultural poulation, as long as „. farming pays a living, and, in series of good years, pays a superabundance, a good surplus for profit. ..",*• ;"x;':- Jt Question . George Quarrie of 'Brook^ ™ lyn says that he discovered of Feat i n 1888 what electricity was, but that he isn't going to tell. He does say, however, that all human troubles come because we do not take our shoes off, "go barefoot" and ground our cur rents. It is not French literature, the melo drama, rum and hot biscuit, that are doing us up, but our fate is due to the fact that we are too tender or too proud to get our feet on Mother Earth and ground our currents. Mr. Quarrie thinks the feet ought to breathe an-1 he claims that. they cannot do it properly in leather any more than the society belle can in stays. Mr. Quarrie points to the red man, who is going to the bowwows, not because of his i taste for the local champagne made /at Bismarck, N. D., but because he is putting his foot in it—namely, . in the $1.99 trader shoe from Lynn, Mass., where Mrs. Plnkham conies from. I There is doubtless something in Mr. Quar ries contention. One of the old Indian writ- Ings—a Vedic hymn or a glta of soru-e kind— THE MINNEAPO LIS JOUKNAII states that "the man of God breathes In his heels." But while they continue to put down asphalt pavements, hot In summer and chilly In winter, most pepole will continue to take their lives in their hands by wearing shoes. A new medicinal drug is coming into favor called "pseudo physestigmlne." It costs $437.50 an ounce, and the smiling druggist usually assesses you about $26 when It ap pears in a prescription. Thoroughwort tea and calomel are good enough for our "be lief." There was a severe plague of locusts In Portugal, but a professor with a microbe showed up, and the insects soon turned pale and weak and passed on. The mike is one of man's best friends when treated properly. Kansas City reports a Friday of wild ex citements. The union depot was scrubbed out and the president was shot. The bushel of potatoes and the ton of coal cannot meet each other on. the street without laughing. The laundryman U the only person who seriously objects to "fostering oriental trade." Czolgosz is one of those poles that ought not to be tolerated in our streets. AMUSEMENTS Foyer Chat. Chauncey Olcott, in his new play, *-Garrett O'Magh," is playing to the capacity of the Metropolitan this week. Every seat for the matinee to-day was sold before noon, and Btanding-room -was at a premium after the doors opened. The play will run the re mainder of the week, with matinee again Saturday. Seats -will be placed on sale at the box office of the Metropolitan to-morrow morning for the vaudeville engagement at that house next week. Two distinct bills will be offered during the week, the one for the first half of the week, beginning with Sunday, being headed by Pilson and Errol, America's great est comedy sketch team, and the one for the last half of the week, commencing with matinee Thursday, having Mary Norman, the society caricaturist and monologuist, for a headllner. The dancing contest announced for Friday evening at the Bijou promises to be a most novel event- A number of the local colored buck and wing dancers have accepted the defi thrown down by the "In Old Kentucky" Senegambians and are out for blood, hav ing in mind not only the cash prize of $10, but the numerous other prizes offered by va rious merchants. A quartet of local news paper men have consented to act as referees. The Kentucky pickaninnies have been putting In their spare time practicing on the Bijou stage, and a continual shuffling is going on every morning and afternoon. "Hunting for Hawkins," a new play by a promising young Chicago playwright, Guy F. Steeley, is to be given at the Bijou next Sunday. The play was given its first pro duction in Milwaukee several weeks ago and, as was confidently predicted, scored an im mediate and emphatic success. Critics were unanimous in their praise of the originality of the plot, the humor of the lines and the laughableness of the situations, as well as the cleverness of the company. The pro ducing company Includes several well-known players, among them John L. Kearney, seen here last season with "A Stranger in New York"; Alf Grant, well known in vaudeville circles; Young and DeVoie, dancers, seen here last season with "A Trip to Chinatown"; Donald Harold and May Thompson, for many years with Hallen and Hart; Bertie Conway, seen here as the leading soubrette in "At Gay Coney Island," with Mathews and Bul ger, Mamie Conway and Effle Kamman, who possesses a phenomenal barytone voice, last season with "Sis Hopkins." OTHER PEOPLE'S NOTIONS Evolution and the Creeds. To the Editor of The Journal. I notice in The Journal of last Satur day evening, the following from Rev. A. R. Lambert of this city, among interviews re lating to the churches and evolution. Mr. Lambert says: "The doctrine of evolu-' tion has no place in a Methodist creed. We reject it completely,and consider it inconsist ent with Christianity." To me, it seems amazing that an educated man, in his position—the pastor of Fowler church, in Minneapolis—should thus appear in print. As to his first statement, that evo lution has no place in a Methodist creed, I have this to say: There is no good reason for placing evolution in the creed. It is not stated in the Methodist creed that the earth revolves on its axis, or moves around the sun. These are not the times of Copernicus, however. It is taken for granted now that there may be some truth that is not em bodied in a church creed. As to his second statement, that the Metho dist church rejects it completely and con siders it inconsistent with Christianity, I hardly know how to express myself ade quately. My interest in the general church, and especially in the Methodist church, of which I am a lay member, alone induce me to notice him at all in this portion of the interview. He shows an inexcusable .lack of knowledge. He is grossly mistaken wnen he asserts that Methodists reject evolution completely. Tens of thousands of people of good standing in this church believe that evolution is true, as certainly as they be lieve that gravitation is true. And why should they not? No really great scientist at the present time any more denies the funda mental conclusions of Darwin and Romanes, than those of Keplar and Newton. This, Mr. Lambert should know. Evolution is no longer a mere doctrine, or an hypothesis; it is a law generally accepted by scientific men, the same as 'the law of gravitation. Professor LeConte, speaking of the two laws ten years ago, said: "The law of gravitation expresses the universay harmonic inter-relation of ob jects co-existant in space, the law of evolu tion, the universal harmonic relation of forms successive in time. Of the divine spheral music, the one is the chordal harm ony, the other the consecutive harmony or melody. Combined they form the divine chorus which the morning stars sang to gether." Mr. Lambert, and such as he Is, seems to imagine there ia some hostility between evo lution and the religion of Christ. There is no basis in fact for this, except in their own fear; there con be none. Christ was the truth of God expressed in human form to raise men from sin to a high moral and re ligious life; evolution is also the truth of God, but revealed to help perfect what we call science in order that a wider, deeper knowl edge, with the blessings naturally attend ing this, might be possessed by man. Some of the ministers in our churches should cease opposition to well established truth which may appear not to square with mediaeval dogmas. They can do truth no permanent harm, but by opposing truth they easily harm themselves and the churches they represent. If they have not studied the sub ject of evolution deeply they should so study it before rejecting it. It, like the Bible, when properly understood and applied, is the truth of God. If there were a wider knowledge in the minds of these religious teachers there would be less infidelity in the land, and many strong, intelligent men who are now giving churches the go-by would become zeal ous disciples of our Lord. —John G. Newkirk. 1016 Twenty-ninth avenue NE. Mobergr's Explanation. To the Editor of The Journal. The Journal of the 7th inst contained an article purporting to give an account of assault upon the undersigned by one Gus Wickenberg, of 268 Twenty-first avenue S. The facts therein alleged are untrue !n some particulars, but The Journal is in no wise to blame, as I understand that the in formation was furnished by Wickenberg. In the first place Wickenberg has never laid his hands upon me and I do not think that he will. In the second place I did not use the language attributed to me by htm. I was talking with my neighbors about the shooting of President McKinley, when Wtck enberg, who is unpopular in the whole neighborhood, on account of his habits, forced himself into the conversation and said "Mc- Kinley is not dead." Angered over his in terference I replied hastily, 'Well If he isn't he ought to be." This I said to contradict Wickenberg, as there has been much bad feeling between us for months. I was sorry to hear that President McKinley was shot and the words I said to Wickenberg were not an expression of my feelings in any sense whatever. I am not an anarchist nor have I any sympathy with them or their teach ings. —A. G. Moberg. WEDNESDAY ETTSNTNG, SEPTEMBER 11, 1901. MILE-A-MINUTE Ol* AN ALTO London Mall. "Sit tight," said Mr. Kdge. "Hoch, hoch, hoch!" coughed the huge, dark green machine, as if It were rehearsing a greeting to the kaiser in Berlin, and with a puff of petroleum and a farewell thump or two on the stones behind it, the seventy horse-power Napier hurtled down the long, straight road. "How fast are we going?" I shouted. "We are not going fast at all. We are tooling along gently." "But the speed?" "O, about fifty miles an hour," said Mr. Edge, carelessly, and smiled at my surprise. We did not seem to be going very fast, though the wind whistled sharply past my ears and brought tears into my eyes. Then a hill came at us, and leaped over the ma chine. The illusion was so perfect that I turned to look for it, and was nearly thrown from my cushioned seat by a sudden jolt. The Seine on one side of us and the trees and houses on the other rushed past as they seem to rush when looked at from an express train, and the wind grew a little colder and ■blew harded. The leaves on the trees which passed us were quite motionless. The auto mobile grunted grumblingly, and Mr. Edge's right foot pressed sympathetically down upon the pace lever. "All right, old lady, off with you," the look on his face said as clear ly as if the words had been epoken aloud. Mr. Edge treats his automobile like a fa vorite mare, and It appreciates it. The great mass of machinery sprang forward like a greyhound from the leash, and the wind be fore my face ceased to be wind at all and became a thin sheet of ice, pressed close against It. I had taken out my handkerchief a moment before to wipe my streaming eyes, but they were dry again and my handkerchief •was being pressed against my mouth. It was only with an effort that I could put it back into my pocket. "Sixty miles an hour!" shouted my com panion. I could see that he had shouted the words as loudly as he could, but his voice came to me faint and weak, like the voice of a man who had been very ill or like a call from a long distance. "Now," said Mr. Kdge, and pressed his right foot down upon the lever once again. There had been a steep down grade before us when he spoke; but as I looked at it the road rushed up and was swallowed by the Napier, which gave a cough of satisfaction, like a giant who had gulped a hearty meal and wanted more. On we -went, still without the slightest semblance of moving really fast, but with that sheet of thin crumbling ice ever before our faces, and the scenery scurrying past us. Then a wonderful thing happened. Another automobile, a small, red-painted Renault car, appeared In front of us and vanished. "Where is it?" I shrieked, believing for the fraction of a second that we had crushed the little car into the.ground. The mechan ician, who sat crouching at our feet, looked up and pointed to the road behind us. The Renault was perched on the brow of the steep hill which we had swallowed, and as I -won dered how it had got up there it vanished, and the gluttonous Napier had gulped down another mile of road. It is a -wonderful thing, this racing at full pressure. Up to fifty, even sixty miles an hour the pressure of the air is noticeable, but It is not unpleasant. At sixty-five it makes itself distinctly felt, and after that it be ccmes oppressive, and I experienced the sen sations -which I think a trout must feel as it lies gasping by the brookside. "Wough! Grrrgle!" said the automobile, trying to get its second wind, and suddenly uttered a loud, rasping cry like that of an angry baby troubled by a pin. We slowed down gradually and stopped as quickly as we could. The Napier sweated heated petrol, which made our eyes and nostrils tingle. Mr. Edge and the mechanician, 'both with serious faoes, jumped down and bent over the wheel. I got out, too, stooped down to see what was the matter, and inadvertently touched the tire. It burned me. The Indian rubber was hot almost to melting point. The accident which had happened was a slight one. A bolt had given la one of the chains, and the chain had dragged. "At the pace we were going," remarked Mr. Edge, "in five minutes more the chain would have cut the -woodwork of the wheel in two, solid and seasoned qak though It is." Another bolt put in, a slow run—in com- parison—down to the nearest township, and ■we stopped once more to give the nervous eyetem of the mare a rent—to cool the auto mobile, I should say—and to give it a drink of petrol. Eighteen gallons was the dose it swallowed, and even then its tank could have held more. "Go on," said Mr. Edge. "Noooooo," groaned the great thing, peevishly, through its electric coil, and then, like a peevish child which has suddenly made up its mind to be good after all, it snorted once or twice and shouted "Bon!" in French. The "shout" | was one loud explosion, which echoed like a gunshot, and the automobile dashed for ward with a leap into the air. Again we rushed ahead, flying near the ground, it seemed, rather than rolling on it, and bump ing the road every now and then with a con cussion which sent me up from my cushioned barrel-shaped seat like a ball from a cup. Buzzzzzz! Puff! Bang! We slowed down again, and Mr. Edge invited me to stand on terra flrma and -watch the Leviathan run past. As the machine disappeared, leaving wreaths of petroleum puffs and dust as a farewell behind it, I noticed that terra was less flrma than it had been before my drive. The ground seemed to quiver underneath my feet, and I could feel the rushing and the bumping of the Napier In my very bones. It hurt almost as I etood there; but in my seat, going seventy-three miles an hour, I had felt no sense of unduly rapid motion. Good gracious! What *vas happening? The huge machine rushed down the road toward the place in which I stood like an express train mad, and as It passed me It seemed to leap with all four wheels up from the ground and disappear into a cloud of dust and stones, A little bird fell to the ground at my feet quite dead. Presently the dark green beast came back again, its black radiator grinning in derision at my nervousness. The shock of seeing it go past at that terrific speed had been so real that I could hardly gather courage to climb into my seat again. "Home," said Mr. Edge, laughing, and slowly, at less than a mile a minute, we dropped down into the Bois de Boulogne and into Paris. I shall always feel ashamed of mentioning an automobile as "it" in future. THE MUSIC OF GOD The music of God! You can hear it every where. Listen and you can hear It in the whispering tree tops as they rustle In the evening wind; you can hear it in the busy bees and birds as they work the whole day long among the sunny fields; you can hear it in the inocent laughter of children as they play and are happy; you can hear it in the swishing of the growing grain; you can hear it in the gurgling of the springs and tho babbling of the mountain brooks, so fresh and pure, as they make their first way to the Bea. You can hear God's music in the thunder of the storm and God's ceaseless anthem in the ocean's waves breaking eternally on rock ribbed shore. You can hear God's music everywhere! THE BOOK STAX.L. It stands in a winding street, iA quiet and restful nook, Apart from the endless beat Of the noisy heart of trade; There's never a spot more cool Of a hot midsummer day By the brink of a forest pool, Or the bank of a crystal brook In the maple's breezy shade. Than the book-stall old and gray. Here are precious gems of thought That were quarried long ago. Some in vellum bound, and wrought With letters and lines of gold; Here are curious rows of "calf," And, perchance, an Elaevir; Here are countless "mos" of chaff. And a parchment folio, Like leaves that are cracked with cold, All puckered and brown and sear. In every age and clime ■Live the monarchs of the brain; And the lords of prose and rhyme, Years after the long last sleep Has come to the kings of earth And their names have passed away. Rule on through death and birth; And the thrones of their domain Are found where the shades are deep In the book-stall old and gray. —Clinton Scoliard. Oratorical Gn«hen. Augusta, Ga., News. Georgia is theatrical with striking oil. We »111 have gushers enough when the guberna orlfil candidates get out on the stump. Ws[a JH^ITcHAPLAIN *«OT jm&P^" **' ?*y efes >v • Sargent Copyright, 1901, by E. W. Sargent. Twice the bulgier had warned those going ashore that their time was short, and the crowd on the upper deck of the Kaiser Wil helm had thinned perceptibly. The port rail was lined with passengers provided with flags and gay-hued handkerchiefs for waving farewell to their friends who ihronged the end of the pier. Yet amidship, at the head of the companion way, a group of men still clustered round Enid Ashburton and her aunt, Miss Winter. Miss Ashburton had come up from the south land eight months previous, and had taken the northern city by storm. Attentions suffi cient to turn any girl's head had been showered upon her, but Miss Winter had guarded her with jealous care. Particularly had she warded off eager suitors. "Wait, Enid, my dear," she had said in warning tones, "until we've been abroad at least once. See more of life and men. Don't establish an ideal too quickly." Enid had dutifully taken the advice to heart, showing favor to no one ol her numer ous admirers, so it happened that no less than a dozen were waiting for a last word. Each cursed his fellows, the bugler and the light hearted throng. Each, hoping for a chance for the last tender word which should be cherished as the real farewell across the ocean's leagues, was unwilling to move and leave the field to another. The situation was rapidly becoming tense, when Harry Bron son set the example, and with a few well chosen words, took himself off, the head of a mournful procession. Just a hint of a frown appeared on Enid's brow, as he bent, in perfunctory fashion, over her hand. "Harry noted the frown with a smile of triumph. As he descended the stairs, he looked anything but desolate. His jaunty carriage so increased the frown on Miss Ashburton's face, that little Freddy Henderson wondered what there had been in his own blundering, harmless speech to anger her. They were gone at last, and leaning over the railing, Enid scanned the faces gazing up from the pier. There were Henderson, Smythe, Cullon, Dunbar and the rest, but no sign of Bronson. Doubtless he was half way to his office by this time, wrapped up in stock reports and utterly unmindful that the Kaiser Wilhelm was headed for the har bor. Yet of all her admirers during the sea son, he had been the most devoted, and it had required all her finesse to prevent his making the dreaded declaration. Many times he had found his best manoeuvers flanked by the sudden appearance of the kindergarten, as he contemptuously termed the younger kld3 who worshiped Enid and who, in return, were utilized by the girl to ward off older and more serious suitors. The crowd on beck became silent as the city line grew vague. Some were quietly crying. Enid herself felt a suspicious moisture in her eyes. A deep flush mounted to her temples. Her aunt, everyone in the party, must know that she cared nothing for New York. Of course, they would guess the truth. She turned abruptly, and stepped into the deserted library. In the furthest corner, safe from prying eyes, Btood a tiny desk. She crossed her arms upon it, her bead drooped lower and lower, and the tears came unchecked. Not since the day of her mother's death, ha-d she felt so utterly alone in the bright, gay world. Penitently she recalled certain pas sages at arms, Bronson's futile efforts to tell of his lore, and her skilful parrying. Had it been done entirely in deference to her aunt's wishes, or in a spirit of shere co quetry? Perhaps he had tired of it all, and his curt farewell had been the outward ex pression of his disappointment in her. If he had even tried to speak with her alone, or there had been anything more than cool good breeding in his last hand-clasp—Oh, if only he were here now, how different— She started guiltily as a light step sounded on the stairs outside. It seemed almost as if she had been thinking aloud and had taken some stranger into her confidence. The steps drew nearer. The stranger had not gone on deck, but was coming round the gallery Daily New York Letter BUREAU OF THE JOURNAL, No. 21 Park Row, New York. The War on the Ti»er. I Sept. 11.—Our contest for the mayoralty is becoming interesting. The citizens' uuiou at a regular meeting has selected the names of four eminent and satisfactory men, any one of whose candidacy could with propriety be indorsed. The men are John De Witt Warner, independent democrat; Seth, Low, independent republican; George Foster Pea body and George L. Rives, independent dem ocrats. The men were selected in the order named, which means that each of the men received more affirmative than negative votes on the question of his candidacy. All of the m-en selected by the union are men in whom the regular republicans would be willing to unite, and the independent democrats would accept any one except Seth Low. The presi dent of Columbia seems to be in disfavor among the democrats. One piece of work on the part of the citizens' union was the rejec tion of the name of Bird S. Coler as a possi ble fusion candidate. Mr. Coler was uncere moniously turned down. The nomination of a strong man is likely, one on whom all caa unite, and this will give Tammany the hard est kind of a fight. It now looks like any thing but a walkover for the tiger. Grand Central Station Change*. Far-reaching influence will be felt by real estate In and out of the city when the pro posed improvements at the Grand Central sta tion are completed and the smoke nuisance is finally abated. Substitution of electricity for steam in the side tunnels and in the handling of the enormous suburban traffic of the lines using the Grand Central station will alone do much toward making large tracts of hitherto unavailable land habitable by furnishing adequate and comfortable train service winter and summer. The buildingiof a va3t underground station for the suburban traffic, as outlined in a published interview with Senator Chauncey M. Depew, will ac commodate for some years the Increased traf fic that the betterment of the tunnel will be sure to bring. Officials of the New York Central road have been wrestling with the problem for years, but the engineering diffi culties are so great and the disturbance of traffic that already overtaxes inadequate fa cilities would be- so injurious that existing improvements have been made to do work far beyond what was planned for them. Elimina tion of the smoke and noise of the train ser vice through the tunnel -will be a distinct boon, to the residents along Park avenue. In expectation of some suoh move on the part of the railroad company, speculative builders have already been remodeling old buildings In the short blocks between Madison and the railroad tracks. Betting- Story a Fake. Had Walter J. Kingsley stuck to his tale of betting $150,000 to $250,000 on the yacht race while coming over in the Deutsehland, it would have gone through in some good sort of shape, but now the story Is branded as a pure "fake" and Mr. Kingeley admits such to be the fact. When Mr. Kingsley left Lon don for New York to represent the London Express at the yacht races, he started a ru mor that he was carrying much English money to bet the Shamrock 11. While crossing he concocted a story with some wealthy Pittsburg men to the effect that he had bet $150,000 belonging to his English principals against $250,000 of the Pittsburg men. When the liner reached port the atory was circulated, and soon Mr. Kingsley was the biggest man In town, whole pages being devoted in the papers to his bets. Then came the Insinuations of "fake," and finally the London newspaper man owned up that he had simply been playing a joke.' As a matter of fact, Mr. Kingsley put some of his New York newspaper friends "wise" as soon as he landed. A. Military Funeral. Broadway is not used to the sight of a mili tary funeral, especially not lower Broadway, In the banking district, over which the spire of Trinity oasts Its shadow. So Broadway there was all the more impressed by the sight •of the solemn procession seen last week, i when eervlce* were held in Trinity over the ( Witk CUPID CHAPLAIN By EFES'W . 'ARWMT leading to the library. Hastily drying h«r eyes, she rose, gave a great gasp, and then dropped back into her chair. A figure stood in the doorway so like Bronson's that she thought it some trick of her tired, nervous brain. She clutched the desk to steady her self, but there was no question about the voice. That was real, and it was Bronson's. She gave a ghid little cry and held out her hand. He took it in both of his. "Miss Ashburton—Enid—forgive me—but I wanted to be the last to say good-bye—even if I had to—. Well, I couldn't talk with that kindergarten about. I've been trying to get a moment alone with you for weeks, but you've always had the little fellows about aa fenders. They are all behind now. I counted 'em on the dock as we slid by. I gave them thtir chance, and now I want mine." Enid, through force of habit, looked round helplessly for some avenue of escape. "Don't look so desperate," Bronson mur mured whimsically. "I'm not crazy—at least not in the way you think. But I am very, very much in love with you, and I think you love me—a little." He ignored her gesture of protest. "I loved you from the moment I met you, but your aunt has fllle'l your head with this notion that you ought to have your fling before considering even an engage ment. Enid, If you love me half as much as I love you, you wouldn't keep me waiting till you've stuoied the genus man as he is In Europe. And I love you too well to let you go over to Europe and buy a title just be cause some silly women tell you It's the proper caper. * "Maybe you don't know that you love me. The social pace has been so fast you haven't had time to think. In ten minutes they will put off the pilot. It's my last chance to go ashore. Do I go with him, or do I proceed to Europe as your fiance?" For the first time he looked straight into her eyes, to meet an expression he bad never spen there before. He held out his arms, an-d when he raised his head again he whispered ■tenderly: "You do leve me, sweetheart, and now— you know it." She looked up, her face aglow. "I knew it when you said good-bye—so—so —indifferently." He held her close and murmured something tjiat made her start back suddenly. "Oh, you impetuous boy'" "Do," he urged. "I have captured you fairly and above board'" She glanced shyly into his strong, eager face. Then she smiled saucily. "Indeed, sir, it's a good thing for you that we are still in sight of land, or this would be piracy on the high seas. Still—aa you insist—and only for that reason, why—" her voice faltered and her glaace fell. "It happens that Aunt Beth's favorite clergyman Is on board, and If you are set upon saving expenses and making this our honeymoon trip—" Another kiss checked the laughing words. Bronson's eyes were dancing with mischief, and he spoke incautiously. "Yes, I know he's on board. Fact is, I paid his passage with the proceeds of a little haul I made last week on the street. I thought he needed the vacation, and I had an idea he might come In handy. You see I am a moral pirate. I believe in carrying a chaplain." Enid pulled herself free. "Do you presume to tell me you were so sure as that?" she demanded. There was a flash of the old spirit. Th« battle had been too easily won. "My dear, I did not presume," he said humbly. "Doctor Burton know 3 nothing—of this. It was simply by the force of my great love that I hoped to win, and with cupid and a chaplain—" The vessel was slowing up for the departure of the pilot Bronson turned nervously, but a hand was laid gently on his arm, and a tender voice whispered: "With cupid and a chapiain! Oh. the com bination Is too strong. Will—will you tell Aunt Beth? I can't." So the pilot went back alone. body of the late Brigadier General WttHwn Ludlow, U. S. A. The solemn procession in which was the gun carriage bearing the coffin with the flag and chapeau, moved down the busy street at its busiest time of the day, but all business was suspended and the thou sands who gathered stood with bared hea'is as it passed. There were hundreds of police, but they were not needed to keep order. There were also many commands as military escort, with the band from the Governor's island post. After the service, when the bugler, standing beside the bier at the chancel en trance, sounded '•taps," the clear notes float ed out through the open windows to Broad way, where the troops were drawn up in a long, double line, and where all traffics had been stopped. A strange stillness fell over the busy center of the city, and its effect was felt all the rest of the day. Gould-Rockefeller. It is said on high authority that a plan for a union of the Gould-Rockefeller Southwest ern railroad system is under consideration, and that Mr. Gould and Mr. Rockefeller are working in harmony in the matter. Mr. Rockefeller is a heavy stockholder in the Mis souri Pacific, and controls the Missouri, Kan sas & Texas. Just how soon the consolidation will be consummated, and just what shape it will take and what roads It will include, is not disclosed, but that the powers that be are working on the scheme there is no doubt. New York Tires of Carrie Nation. New York is thoroughly disgusted with Carrie Nation. Even Mrs. Grannlß and the other reformers have passed her by and will have nothing to do with her. Carrie seems "o take just as much delight out of Coney Islan-2 as does the average person. She has put la two days down there. Most of her time has been spent on the merry-go-rounds, tie scen ic railroads and similar places of amusement. Then she made a sideshow attraction of her self, sold her pictures, and -when interest lagged, tried to persuade some women to go on a "hatchet" trip with her. This they all had more sense than to do, bo Carrie werl in bathing and furnished a whole lot of amusement to every one in the-surf. On the steamer going down to the island Mrs. Na tion tried to upset whisky bottles in the bar. The captain took her by the shoulder and quietly informed her that if she "got gay"' he would lock her up In the hold. Then Carrie sat down, and became as meek m a lamb. CAX THIS MEAN ELMERADAMI COIXTYf Kansas City Journal. "Sam Dysart, who used to practice law up In o-ur county, was one of the most original men I ever met," remarked Judge Nat M. Shelton to a few friends, among -whom was a newspaper man, in Macon the other day. "When he left Schuyler county he went to Phoenix, Ariz., and engaged in his profession. A friend of mine, Mr. Graham, owned eomo property In Ottervllle county, Minn., which he was desirous of trading. He wrote Dysart a glowing descriptive letter about It and of fered him such Inducements as might be cal culated to appeal to an enterprising man any where. In a few months Dysart's reply came. It seems lie had been up to Ottervills county. The letter read about like this: 'Dear Oraham—Yours in reference to Otterrllle county land received. I have investigated pretty thoroughly your offering and am now sitting on a redhot stove trying to thaw out. I will say this as a sort of testimonial to your land, however: The reason the Almighty didn't locate the north pole In Ottea-ville county was because the ground -was frozen so hard the pole couldn't be driven into It. Tou are at liberty to use my name in this con nection If it will be of any service to you In helping you to dispose of your Minnesota gla cier.' " Carried Too Far. • Washington Post. We have "protected" ourselves to such an extent that Englishmen are able to buy Amer ican-made steel rods $9 per ton c&eaper thfl n they can be had in this country.