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If there Is only one unpardonable sin It must be insincerity. In one way a bad habit is like a bill Collector. It is bard to get away from. The best way to puuish the brigands Will be to cut off their missionary sup ply. He is a wise father who knows his own child was as much at fault as the ether man's. Some meu are kept so busy main taining their dignity that they haven't time to earn a decent liviug. It is probably safe to say that no ti tled European will be able to marry Hetty (1 teert for her money. In order to be at her silver wedding anniversary a woman is willing to ad mit that she isn't as young as she used to be. "Ping to me only with thine eyes, and 1 will pong with mine." That's the way they are playing the game over in l.imuou. An esteemed contemporary says that any attempt to run down Niagara Fails is lese majesty in this country. More often it's suicide. An editor wants to know what would happen if Prince Henry and Admiral Evans should ever meet in battle. We give it up. What's the an swer? "Is the press degenerating?" asks the Lite: ary Digest. We think not. The repu; a hie press seems to be hold ing its own. and the yellows cannot de generate. All tlie pulpit and platform elo quence ia ill.* world doesn't make as much for g iod government as a little wholesome activity before and at the pri mar.es. Under The Hague treaty prisoners of war may 1»» employed by the state capturing rli -in. History may contain the thrilling deli: "The old guard dies, but never works!" .Sir Henry Irving has launched the keenest ci. icism against the Baconian theory au.l it can lie put in a sentence. He says that it took an actor to write Shakspcaic's plays and that no mere poet or philosopher could have done it. The indications are that Uncle Sam's door will not "swing inward" on its hinges as readily in the future as it has in the past, in order to be admit ted the immigrant will have to give the password, "Fitted for good citizen ship." President Eiiot of Harvard in his ad dress coni'' wring the degree of doctor of laws on Prince Henry spoke of the ''venerable American union" and the "young Gorman empire," and thus wisely called attention to a fact hith erto unrecognized in Europe, that t;he American republic is not on trial, but has proven itself worthy to live by 125 years of glorious history in war and peace. A mining expert recently described a lode as traversing "a metamorphie matrix of a somewhat arglllourena ceous composition." This means, liter ally, "a changed mass of a somewhat ■ciayey-saudy composition." This in its turn may lie translated into plain En glish as m u d. Why choke a puny fact With murderous polysyllables? Hux ley and Darwin, Lyell and Faraday ■could so write as to be "unders tandis! of the people." and there is a suspicion «broad in these times that the big words so freely used by small men are « device to conceal Ignorance and inex act thought rather than a proof of su perior knowledge. Bishop Potter says that when he has been traveling in Europe or visiting public places he has never heard a loud or harsh vojee raised above the tone of others around him without turning with a shudder of apprehension to find If the voice were that of a fellow coun tryman. Are Americans in so much haste that they do not take time to modulate their voices? That conclu slon is more probable than that the air of freedom is not favorable to an agree able utters nee. A man Is known by the voice he keeps. Identification Jg Just as practicable when a woman «peaks. Iu the cultivation of good manners the vocal chords must not be forgotten. What's the use of crowding, anyway' ifhere's uo need of anyone being jos tied off the map. There's plenty of room. When the crowd begins to push and shove and the struggle for stand Ing room grows strenuous and the strife for dollars becomes too fierce Just step over into Labrador. This is an age of expansion. If there isn't room enough for you to expand in our new insular possessions Labrador, with lia vast expanse of unoccupied terri tory, holds out its icy arms to you and «ays, "Come." The census returns for 1801 show a total population for Labra dor of 3,<*34, which indicates a falling -off of 472 from the returns of the pre ceding census. As Labrador has au area of 200,000 square miles it will be seen that there is plenty of room for the ambitious young man to grow up and expand with the country. In fact, there is more room In Labrador than there was in 1891, for 472 persons have moved out. It is difficult to account for this decline in population. Labrador has plenty of space and a braciug at mosphere. Its cold storage facilities are unsurpassed except in Greenland and In the office of Russell Sage. The people who are cramped and crowded and who clamor for more room should cast their eye toward Labrador. Again comes the old question, "What Is the good of money if it will not buy the things that one desires?" A wealthy lady of Chicago has more money than she can possibly use. She can draw a big check as ensily as most persons can spend a nickel. But the thing she wanted was a child, a laugh ing. rosy-cheeked cherub, to put both arms arouud her nfcek and make her realise the real, deep meaning of love; to round out her life and make her happy. So she looked around and found a bit of a boy, who had cap tured sunshine tangled in his hair and love in his blue eyes, n brave mouth and a sturdy little figure. He was one of seven children, and he didn't know that his mother, a widow, was wearing out her life to provide food for the seven. The rich lady borrowed the boy for a time and carried him away to fairyland. She bohght fine clothing for him, toys enough to stock a store, and loved him, too. She had a great artist paint the child's por tiait, aud she discovered that it was going to be- very hard to return this human blossom. Oue day she called on his mother and offered $5,000 for him. "I'll adopt him. I love him. You have so many, and I have none," she ventured. And the widow looked over her flock and said: "I can't spare me; no, not for a million dollars," aud she drew her baby to lier heart. The good wife of a New York garment trimmer presented him with triplets. It raised his family census to nine. At tlie very liest the father can earn $12 a week. That is a situation that would drive some men to suicide. But he said: "I'm glad they came. God 1ms blessed me with them, and we will get along somehow. 1 haven't oue too many." Child-love dwarfs every oth er human passion. It makes men and women carry heavy burdens without a murmur; it makes them accept self denial patiently, and glorifies lives. There is scarcely a home in the land, uo matter how great its poverty, where, for mere money, a man or woman would part with even oue of a little tlock, and the reason is hilman love for its own blood. Hitherto, when the time has come around for taking the national census, the entire force engaged in the work, from the director down to the humblest clerk, has been assembled at short no tice. Few of the many thousands em ployed have had previous training or experience in the peculiar duties of a census. When the work was done the force was disbanded, leaving only printed reports to enable the next corps of workers to profit by its knowledge and to avoid its errors. This method is so wasteful that repeated efforts have been made to establish a perma nent census service, which should carry along some branches of statistical In vestigation in the intervals between censuses, and be capable of expansion for the full census work when the de cennial year arrived. This suggestion was made before the eleventh census was taken, but without result. Tlie proposition was renewed before tlie twelfth census was taken, and a bill emboiying it passed the House, but failed in the Senate. The bill upon which both houses of Congress have now agreed, although it is open to criti cism from the civil service reform point of view in its provisions for covering present employes into the classified service, is highly commendable iu its main purpose. The bill confines the de cennial work of the bureau to the sub jeets of population, agriculture, vital statistics and manufactures, and leaves the other subjects now covered by the census, and some new ones, to be dealt with more deliberately by the smaller permanent force. The new system will make it possible to broaden the census inquiries without increased expense or delay in the publication of results. A permanent census bureau can co-oper ate with States and local officers, and can open up new fields of study. The next enumeration will be more difficult than previous ones, because it will in elude the Insular possessions of the United States. It will be a great gain to enter upon that work with au al ready organized bureau, directed anil largely manned by experts, instead of committing it to an improvised force. Biggest Railroad Station. The city of St Louis now possesses the distinction of having the largest railway station In the United States. It Is 630 feet long and 600 feet wide, and has thirty tracks, enough to han dle ten incoming and ten outgoing trains simultaneously. It is known as the Union Station, and the territory owned by the company operating it covers twenty-seven acres. The city of Boston has the next to the largest station for passenger ser vice Id the country. The Union Sta tion in Boston, on the north side, has a length of 500 feet, a width of 460 feet and twenty-three tracks. Both of these huge stations are to be surpassed by the new Southern Union Station in Boston, upon which work was begun in January, 1897, and which is now nearing completion. It is designed to be the biggest railroad station in the United States. The walls nre built, the steelwork is all in place, and the material Ismn the ground for fhe completion of the structure.—The Ledger Monthly. The fare on the Congo railroad for 250 miles is $100, or 40 cents a mile. WHEN JUDY 8INQ8. Whin Judy sings. Sure. quane8 an' kings Attind wid looks surprois.n'. The woods an' bills Sind jocund thrilla Horizon to horizon. The ichoes mate To cercuiate Her honey-laden quavers. An' angels pause To give applause To her entrancin' favors. The little thrush, Wid many a blush For his own song-creation^ Cocks up his ear, Surproised to hear Sich heavenly modulations. The brazes lay Their flutes away, As be some myst'ry h'anted, An' Music's silf Gits on the shilf An' howlds her brith enchanted. Hut man! So schwate Her v'ice tw'ud bate Fantazy or aytudy. An* Sitzy's band! They'd quit the land Ef once they'd hear my Judy. -Richmond Dispatch. HOW ROD WON MANHOOD çrp HE inquisitive branches of the II cottonwood tree that peeped through the windows of the frame school house at Gray Creek had wit nessed many'excitiug things since that pioneer building was opened. But the greatest, though least noisy, seusatiou occurred upon a November morning, when they shed their last leaf on the head of a new pupil, who passed un hesitatingly through tlie school grounds, and took his seat among a score, of rough hut punctual scholars, awaiting the arrival of their teacher. These tall lads and fresh-cheeked girls, who had started in with zest when seliool opened in this Kansas valley, looked as if they had already begun to feel proud of their miniature republic, aud jealous of Its honor. The majority scowled in dismay, as if tlie very spirit of disorder had appeared among them, when the new pupil, a boy of 15, timidly seated himself, throwing glances of appeal and defi ance at his future class mates. "Hello! who's that feller? Haiu't seen him be fore since school started," said Curley Wiggin, stretching five feet eleven of ignorance, and nudging Jem Tracy, his neighbor. "Huh! don't you know who he is?" gurgled Jem, iu incredulous excite ment. He—lie's Rod Dixon, son of Big Dixon, who was caught last fall for train wreckin' over in Haymare Coun ty! Rod's gran'-dad has took charge o' him now—Old Man Barber, o' Spruce Hill ranch." v ."Son of a train wrecker! Huh! don't know as teacher ought to admit him to this school," blustered Curley, glancing at the new feller on the front bench, who shivered as if a gust had struck him, for Curley's bossing whisper was very audible. "He sort o' looks as if he had gallons o' wild blood iu him. Guess he'll never turn out a decent citizen, anyhow!" "If—if you say that again, I'll lick you, big as you are! I guess I am go ing to turn out a decent citizen; lam going to do the right sort o' thing—an' make a man o' myself!" The new boy had jumped to his feet, facing his dozen young judges with this roar, which would have been sav age if it hadn't trembled over tears. His face was a mixture of precocious daring and appeal. His chest heaved and heaved, until his challenge was Hung out again by some awakening power within. "Why—why can't I be a decent citi zen as well's you?" he gasped. Ids voice seeming to burst a husk of feel ing. Why ain't I fit for this school? I never done nothing." But just here the courage of tlie out law's son seemed to fail him; and his shame swept upon him like a deluge, until his voice sank and was drowned in it. Swaying like tlie bare branches of the cottonwood tree beyond the win dow, to which his eyes turned as if for help he wheeled round and dropped hopelessly into his seat again, as a sun rimmed shadow streaked the floor, and the tall figure of the teacher came into an uncomfortable silence. The room grew stiller yet—and stiller, until the unusual lull appeared ominous to Mr. Meyers, who gazed around for signs of brewing mischief. He could detect none. Every scholar's gaze was focused on his face, trying to read its puzzling page, as he called the new pupil to his desk, to learn his age, name and address. Curley Wiggin, recover ing his breath, whispered to Jem that the teacher looked kinder struck as lie identified this addition to his school. But the smile with which he dismissed Rod to his place was full of light; it seemed to the quivering boy to illumine those distant peaks of manhood which he had set out to climb; it gilted black board aud lesson book till they caught bis wayward thoughts. "Yaas, he done pretty good this morn ing. But shucks! he won't stick to it; he'll be playing hookey inside of a week, an' the sooner the better. I guess we don't want any wrecker's cub here!" said Curley, liis severe judge, again discussing Rod during recess. And again Rod, concealed by the cot ton wood's broad trunk, heard and trembled. Now, Instead of flaring up, he seemed to turn cold, as if ail his hopes were popped into a refrigerator. With a reckless grunt lie drew his cap over his eyes aud disappeared through the gate. "If I'm going to play hookey before the week's out. I may as well begin now!" he gasped through his shut teeth, swallowing something more acid than vinegar. "I—1 guess it ain't mucu use trying to do the right sort o' thing. 1—I guess It's the bad that'll win out." He was sobbing now, big, unheaving sobs, that made him tear along bllud ly, trying to outrun his weakness. Rod this morning had a queer feeling, which lately attacked him more than once during his lonely ranch life with his grandfather, as if a brute and an angel were fighting in him. And. though be understood nothing about the help tul influence of one boy's faith in an other. he felt through and through him that Curley's hopeless predictions had powerfully strengthened the brute. He flung himself down at last, weary and choking, on a brown mat of leaves in the corner of an unfamiliar orchard. A well was near, and presently hauling up the bucket, he took a long drink of rather doudy-looklng water, trying to cool his fever within. "Papa won't let me drink that water less'n It's boiled," said a sudden and shrill voice behind him. "He—he says there's—there's searecrobes In it." "Scarecrolies!" ejaculated Rod, drop ping the bucket with a wild splash, and turning on a golden-faced little girl who had stolen unheard over the moist leaves. "Seareerobes!" be re peated. mystified, wondering what un known monster dwelt iu tlie well, for he had not been long enough at school to guess that she meant microbes. "You—yon was kying!" declared the child, looking up at his eyes with grave conviction. "Guess you oughter ask God to take that tniser'ble face off you, same's matnma makes me do when I feels had." "Who—who's your pap-pa?" gasped Rod. staring at this free little preacher in numh surprise. "He teaches school down to Gray Creek." was the quiek reply. "Guess yon's one of his boys an' you runned away to-day—you's bad!" "I'm not," roared the goaded boy, desperately, heaving out his heart se cret. "I—I want to be good!" She shyly retreated two steps, fright ened at his vehemence, but the minia ture well of a woman's pity bubbled in the child's breast. "Then 1 guess you will be—good," she faltered, after a doubtful minute, tlie sun of confidence lighting her golden face. "See!" kicking among the leaves. "I—I broke my wheel; it can't run any more." "Show me! Perhaps I can fix it," proposed Rod. in a strange glow of in terest: it seemed ages since he had done anything for a girl, for one year is sometimes to a boy as a thousand, but there had been a small sister who died when his mother died. He set eagerly to work with his pocket knife, pine splinters, and string which the child fetched from her home. She brought, too. a piece of ginger bread. warm from the touch of her lit tle hand, and a mug of clearer water. "Guess you's hungry, or you would not lia' felt so bad!" she said, reason ing from her own small experienced as she pushed the spiced bread under his nose. Rod quickly discovered that he was hollow as a drum, but for a minute he could not attend to that feeling because of another which occupied aim; it seemed as if a cold band which hnd been tightened round his heart strangl ing for the last hour ills desire to make a man of himself, suddenly loosened and set him free again. He felt three parts a man already, while he labored for this child, and she trusted him, cuddling down on tlie leaves beside him, healing tlie chafed sore in his heart, until lie rublied his freckled face against lier shoulder, feel ing as if lie were wiping off smears of sensitiveness and shame. So Mr. Meyers found tlie pair later, when he returned home with tlie weari ness of many hours' struggle with Ig norance on his face. Rod had then dis covered that his friend's name was Margery, and that she was the Gray Creek teacher's only child. He rose in great trepidation. . "So you eut school this afternoon, Dixon," said the man, in a rallying tone. "I didn't imagine you were such o mushy sort of a fellow as to quit so soon because of anything the other boys might say." Rod had not thought it himself until to-day. He gazed down at Margery's head, and then up. with a flush under his freckles, and his half-healed heart shining in his eyes. "Pm not going to be a quitter!" he said resolutely. "I—I'm going to do the right sort o' thing." "That's good!" answered the teach er, heartily, and passed on, muttering something about letting that boy work out his own salvation, with Margery's help. But In a few minutes he appeared at his door again. "Say, Dixon," he colled* out, "there is to be a spelling match this evening over at Englewood between our school and the Englewood boys. Don't you want to come along and hear the fun ? I'm going to tramp over with some of our fellows. We can come back on the 11:15 train from Burlington; that'll drop us three miles from home." Rod looked grateful, but his asseu:. or dissent, was unintelligible. Aud at li o'clock that evening when Mr. Myers and his champion spellers, with one or two spectators going along for sport, mustered under the school cottonwood lie was not among them. John Rodwell Dixon, whose twogirst names ba4 beeif abbreviated by his wild father to Rod. was at that hour perched on a bowlder near his grand father's ranch house, tracing with his eyes tlie route through tlie valley be neath which the Gray Creek detach ment would take on its -way to the spell ing match. "I guess I'd have liked the fun real wall,' %e muttered, with a. cold choke ln hl« threat; "an' Mr. Meyers—he's all right. But the boys-— He sprang up suddenly, and began to hustle his evening chores; well he knew Curley Wiggins and the other boyfe would have looked sourly on a wrecker's cub among the picked band which was to uphold the honor of their school. : But Rod, determined not to be a mushy sort of fellow, gave himself no time for self-pity. And when, two hours inter, he flung off jacket and shoes, and huddled down by the moon whitened window of the little room where he slept, he was too tired to think of any- one but • Margery—her queer talk about scarecrobea, and the like—and to watch the silver twilight stealing through the valley. As this grew brighter be could dis tinguish the curving railroad by which the boys would return from Englewood, and the long bridge of Iron and wood where their train must dash over a deep, darl: gully. He heard a heavy freight thunder across now; the sparks gay scarlet motes, which struck from the rails, seemed fluttering toward him. His remembrance of Margery blurred Into a recollection of his gen tle. honest mother. With a prayer which she had taught him hovering on his lips, Rod slept, and dreamed he was making a man of himself, while he as serted that manhood in blustering snores. When he woke there was a strange, red change in the valley beneath him, which he could not for a breathless min ute understand. Before his misted eyes darted fiery, bewildering meteors, all seeming to shoot out from tlie distant railway bridge. Then suddenly and sharply liis sight cleared, as if a knife hnd cut the film from those terrified eyes. The blood jumped in the chilled veins un der ids thin shirt. "My senses!" gasped Rod, feeling as if these senses were oozing out through ills suddenly damp skin. "It's—It's a fire on the track! It's the bridge over the gully—tlie trestle is burning!" It required ten seconds for him to swallow this awful fact, to realize the tongues of flame curling out from the wooden trestles which spanned the gorge, the billowing smoke that resem bled curdled moonlight, tlie red riot of sparks. Then swift thoughts stung him as the strokes of a whip. "The train! the 11:15 passenger from Burlington—Mr. Meyers an' the boys coming on It. Tlint betid in tlie road! Engineer can't see tlie bridge till he's most on to it—train'll go into the gully!" Rod's face flamed red. as if the glow of the distant burning touched it. Through tlie window he went at a jump—lint less, shoeless, eontless—shud dering from head to foot with the con viction that no oue saw the fife but him self, that the train must soon come along, full speed, that only liis warn ing could save it, for the bridge with its flame-eaten trestles would surely go. "I've got to stop it!" he feebly gasped. "Father was In a gang that wrecked one. an' I— I guess I'm hitting the ground in high places now!" as he leaiied with stag-like bounds from mound to mound down the hill, though rocks tiled his feet, and bushes tore the thin shirt from his shoulders. Breathless, fainting, reeling, he reached the railway where tlie bridge's now fiery span ended. Catching up a piece of burning timber that dropped from tlie burning trestle, be stumbled onto tlie rails, waving the flaine-signnl above ills head, shouting until his yell died to u bleat of pain, as an oncoming rumble sounded in ids ear, and the torch, which he would not drop, burned liis fingers. "Hello! I don't know what to make o' that." grumbled fengineer Morse, who was pulling the night train from Burlington, seeing the waving light upon tlie rails. But he understood presently when his slackened engine crawled past a scorched, half-clad boy. who feebly called to him that the bridge ahead was burning. Rod knew no more after he saw those gleaming headlights go by gnd halt short of danger until a conductor's lantern flashed across his face, and be found himself the center of a group of male passengers, among whom were Mr. Meyers and his companions return ing victorious from the spelling match. But the greater victory was Rod's, for he heard a voice which be knew to be Curley Wiggins' mutter: "He said this morning he'd make a man o' hlsself. But I guess he's a lit tle man a'ready!"—American Tribune. Did Not Reclaim the Coin. Those who "pass the plate" in coun try churches are not often regaled with the glitter of gold among the contribu tions. It is related that about ten years ago Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford were traveling through tbe Middle West In cognito. They happened to be in Bloom ington, Ind., one Sunday, and pursuant to their usual custom went to church. They attended the Christian Church of Bloomington, then largely in tbe hands of Amzi Atwater. When tbe plate was passed for the collection Mrs. Stanford dropped in a $10 gold piece. Mr. Atwater was the deacon in barge of the collection-tak ing. It was noticed that the ukhers held a hurried conference with him when the money was taken forward. At its conclusion Mr. Atwater said: "Ladies and gentlemen, there has evi dently been a mistake. Some one has dropped a $10 gold piece Into the collec tion. If he will pass up after the ser vices we will be glad to allow him to exchange it for the amount he intended to give." it Is. of course, needless to say that Mrs. Stanford did not take ad vantage of the opportunity. Some of the recent magazine article« seem to prove that a little learning la a dangerous thing. HER HUSBAND WAS THE RICHEST MAN IN CONGRESS. The death of Charles F. Sprague, who was the richest man in the Honss of Representatives, leaves a widow with social aspirations. She lives in tF palace at Brookline, Mass. She Is a society rival of Mrs, Jack Gardner, of Boston. Mrs. Sprague's latest act In rivalry of Mrs. Jack Gardner was her most sensational one. Piqued by Mrs. Gard <«.i MRS. CBAS. F. 8PHAOUE. ner's purchase of an old Italian palace and its transportation to aud erection in Boston, Mrs. Sprngue also bought an Italian palace. It was tbe handsomest she could find In Venice. Sbe bought It as it stood, furnishings and fittings, from cellar flags to roofing tiles, aud had it transported piece by piece to this country and rebuilt iu Brookline. Every bit of wood, marble, tap «dry, furniture and rugs of tbe new house were part of the old Venetian palace, and as it stands It is a bit of Venice in America. Mrs. Sprngue has $20,000.000 in her own right. THE LATE BILLY WEST. Famous Minstrel Who Achieved Pop ularity and Gained a Fortune. William H. West, familiarly known ns Billy West, who passed away in Chicago recently, had spent nearly all his life in amusing others and had amassed a fortune thereby. When be went on the road, as a lad of 14 leaving his father's farm near Albany, N. Y„ In 1807—bis salary was $3 per week. That he worked bard aud . did not make a william it. west. ..... , , mistake in marking out liis course Is evidenced by tbe fact that lie left a fortune reputed to be between $250,000 and $275,000. Since he was 16 years old he hnd played in minstrels and for 26 years George Primrose was his partner. Barlow, Wilson and Thatcher were partners at different periods. West was a dignified and gentleman ly performer. He was the originator of the white-faced minstrel nnd was conceded to be the greatest of inter locutors. He was at hig liest dressed In court costume plying question \ to the end men. He was an artistic man ager, and had an eye to the beautiful. The Sliakespearan first part which he originated was an innovation In tbe minstrel business. West's first wife was Fay Temple ton, who left him for Howard Os borne. His widow was formerly Emma Hanley, a comic opera singer. He Agreed. An amusing Incident occurred the other afternoon in a gentlemen's out fitting shop In New street, Birming ham, when a customer came into pur chase a hat. He tried on several, aud was evidently hard to please, tho counter becoming covered with the re jected. At lust the 8iilesiimu picked up a brown felt bowler, brushed it round with his arm, and extended it admiringly. "These are being very much worn this season, sir." he explained. "Are they?" said the customer, thoughtfully surveying himself in the mirror, with the bat on his head. "Do you think it suits me?" "Suits you to perfection, sir—If the fit's right." "Yes; It fits very well. So you think I had better have it?" "I don't think you could do better, sir." "No. I don't think I could; so I won't have a new one." The salesman had been pushing the old hat—London Spare Moments. Precaution Against Accidents. In fhe great railroad tunnel in Saxony the company makes sure that there shall be no collision« by having a staff which must be In the possession of the engineer taking his train through the tunnel. There I« only one staff, so that only one train con go through or be in tbe tunnel at the same time. Every en gineer who arrives at tbe mouth of the tunnel is stopped, and be Is not allow ed to go ahead until the staff Is given to him. If the staff is at the other end of the tunnel be must wait until it conies back. Machine to "Lick." Envelopes. A machine has just been installed li the pension office at Washington wbicl will "lick" and seal 25,000 official on velopes a day. Previously tbe worl was done by band. We wonder what the manufacturers of some great nerve tonic never tried it on a man about to be hanged. When your friends say they wish you would tell them what you want, call tbe bluff and tell them.