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Loyalty that is all on one side is mis placed. Cuba is free; but let her remember that it isn't a good thing to be too free. It doesn't take an energetic volcano long to put all the existing geographies and atlases out of date. The man who wins may not always •e the best knan, but the world gives him the heneflt of the doubt. King Leopold, King Alfonso and Em peror Frans Josef are now tied for the running broad jump championship. The average woman may not be able Co love three men simultaneously, but •he can make a strenuous bluff at it. It Is suggested as a probability that the French do their voting on Sundays to make their calling and election sure. Some people stand around with their hands in their pockets waiting for busi ness when they could get it by adver tising. A New York man has refused to ac cept a 15,000 city position. No wonder the Philadelphia North American's sci entist thinks insanity is increasing. Carnegie has been telling people over In London that it is hard work to give money away. Still, we could mention several professions that are harder. A young man can seldom account for his father's lack of knowledge, but in after years, when he has sons of his own, he begins to realise the Ignorance of youth. _ A New Jersey man of 76 is cele brating the birth of his first baby. It is safe to say that his grandchildren will never have the privilege of pulling their grandpapa's chin whiskers. Cremation may be a scientific way of disposing of the mortal remains of human beings, but it is not making much headway. Science has an uphill Job when it goes against popular senti ment. Did you know that Uncle Sam lias one snakeless Eden? There are no serpents in Hawaii. The fact is brought out by a petition to Washing ton asking that menageries be prevent ed from bringing snakes to the island lest they escape and start a snakery. They are already talking in Europe of the posibilities of Belgium being ab sorbed by France as the outcome of the socialistic troubles in the former coun try, and of the temptation that this would be to Germany to annex the Netherlands. In this era of merger it is just as difficult for the small coun tries to maintain themselves as it is for the small business concerns. The extraordinary influence of the Empress Dowager of China over af fairs of state is not unparalleled in the far East. In Corea the present Em peror and his predecessor were both chosen by the Queen Dowager Cho. Chul-Chong was a lad of 19, plowing in the fields, when the great lords came to hail him as king. Thirteen years later little Ka-Dong, the present Emperor, who reigns under the name of Yi Heui. was flying a kite in bis father's yard When he was summoned to an un dreamed-of throne. A few years ago the reigning queen was assassinated Just as she was becoming intensely in terested, through her American woman physician, in Western principles and the Christian religion. Is A writer in a magazine makes an •musing skit by depicting J. Pierpont Morgan as gobbling up all the warships and armament of the nations, thun making war impossible. The concep tion contains a germ of truth. There can be no doubt that the growing cost of war must tend to prevent armed hostility. The pocket nerve of modern nations Is extremely sensitive. The South African war has cost England - a billion and a quarter of dollars. Hu manity has indeed been "staggered" by the resistance of those Dutch farm ers who perhaps at no time exceeded 40,000 in ayms. The imposition of the bread tax has brought the realization of war expenses close home to the Brit ish taxpayer and has hastened the peace negotiations. The world is not yet ready to stand by the principles enunciated at The Hague peace confer ence. Universal acceptance of arbitra tion is doubtless a long way off. Never theless, the constantly growing cost of war is the strongest deterrent Influence against the employment of armies. The accession to the throne of the boy king of Spain again emphasizes the dependence of royalty upon the sanc tion of legislative chambers. It was not always so. Absoluteism once held sway. But as the people have come up the prerogatives of kings have declined. Constitutions, written or unwritten, limit the power of European monarchs. Alphonso solemnly covenanted to ful fill and to compel all his subjects to re spect the laws of the monarchy and direct all his acts for the good of bis people. Should he radically depart frpm his solemn oath be would not long be king of the Spaniards. Only a short time ago Queen Wilhelinina promised to observe and maintain the constitu tion, protect public and private liberty and the rights of her subjects. She is bound to do these things while she is queen. In Westminster Abbey the English monarch« solemnly bind them selves to govern according to the stat utes of parliament and respective to the laws and customs of the same. They cannot go beyond these well-de fined limitations. It is a long cry from the day of Louis,' who said "1 am the State," to the prescribed and limited kingship of to-day. Constitutions and laws are above sovereigns. In other words, the people are the rulers. At a recent annual meeting of the Humane,, Society at Cleveland, Ohio, Judge William Babcock devoted an earnest and Intelligent discussion to the treatment of youthful criminals. The first two sentences of the paper were the key notes of the discussion. These two sentences were, "Nearly all criminals are boys," and "Every prison Is a nursery for crime." Among other forceful facts were the following: "All the year round between seventy-five and one hundred young men, most of whom have not reached their majori ties, lie in our county jails awaiting triaL Many of them are released when they are finally given a chance to prove their innocence. But they are not what they were when arrested, for the three months which they have put in, and that is the average time they wait, has brought to them a very lib eral education in crime. The jail is a reservoir in which is poured alike the hardened criminal and the youthful violator. "Human nature is the same, and the boys, with nothing but time at their disposal, listen to the various methods of liouse-breakers, of the lat est Innovations in hold-ups, of the most successful means of performing every act against which society has laid its mandates." This is not a new picture, but it is a true delineation and may be duplicated in hundreds of city prisons throughout this country. Judge Babcock says Ohio is not ex ceptional in this particular. What a fearful reckoning, then, for American society of the future. But Judge Bab cock has a remedy. This is his pro posal: "It is my belief that we have no moral right to lock up a boy with out making him better. Education is the remedy. At the bottom of it all lies poverty as a cause, and too little knowledge of our duty to our brothers. My plan would be to put a teacher in the county jail whose business it would be to teach the young men something that would direct their thoughts to better things. I would purchase a library of good books and place upon the authorities the responsi bility of seeing that the yellow-backed, crime-reeking prints are thrown out. Good books and more education will do much toward making men from those whose lines of life have begun a divergence from the right course, rather than making criminals from those whose only offense is that they have been unfortunate." This plan was first suggested, according to the Kansas City World, by Judge Wof ford, of Kansas City in an address last winter. It is certainly practical and Is worth consideration. Society owes it to itself to carry out in some way the reformation of the guilty, which is the avowed purpose of the punish ment of the criminal, and which under the present system is a failure. But reforms move slowly and it may re quire some American Dickens to de pict the contaminating influences of jail life before our society is moved to action. The Naming of Sambuno. Sambuno ("the only complete babby on the Mississippi") toddled over the gangplank to a game of tag with a friendly yellow pup. Old Man Wood ward leaned against the cabin wall and watched him foldly. "Yas-suh," he said reflectively, "that air Sambuno am sholely a woudehful chll'." "Where-at did y'all get that name, Brother Wood'a'd?" softly inquired the Adventist preacher. "Well, suh. I'll tell you. Expectin' that air chll', we was a-layin' at Buny Visty Island, me an' the ol' woman— yas-suh—an' we'd taken a great shine to that air name, Buny, an' made up ou' minds that ef it come a gal chll' we'd jes' name heh Buny Visty, in honeh of it. But ef it come a boy, we was to name him atter me, Samuel. "Well, suh, as y'all knows, It come a boy. Yas-suh, it was a welcome and a male chll'. But somehow we Jes' could not stan' to gi'n up that name, Buny, so we kind o' hitched 'em togetheh an' caled the chi' Sambuno. "Yas-suh, that's how, pahson, that chi' come to be named Sambuno, an' it's a high-soundin' name, ef I do say, as we ain't neveh had no cause to regret." —Lippincott's Magazine. Naming the Child. Now, necessarily, when the new girl baby arrived there was much discus sion among the members of the family as to what her name should be. "We will call her 'Geraldina,' " said the fond mother. "Why not call her 'Esmeralda ?' " asked the first grandmother. "1 saw that name in a story once, and always wanted to try it on a baby." "Oh," murmured the second grand mother, "thnt would never do. Let us call her 'Fancbon.' " "But don't you think 'Eltessa' is a pretty name, and so odd, too?' " put in one of the aunts. "Excuse me, ladies," ventured the poor father, who sat near by, "but you seem to forget what we are trying to find a name for a human being, and not for a 5-cent cigar."—Baltimore Ameri can. Metaphorical Heat. "At this point she broke down and shed scalding tears." "My goodness! She must-have been fairly boQlng over I" THE BOS'N*8 SONQ. Yon may talk of your prima donnas Who move vast crowd« to tears, You may talk of the song of the wood land birds And the music of the spheres; • But I've listened to sweeter music Than ever you have heard From the throat of man or woman, From angel or from bird. Yet the singer was IMpes, the bos'n. And it never before was known. Though hé* hummed a sea-song now and then, That his voice had a musical tone. \ We'd been cruising in the West Indies For many a weary day, With nothing to do but think of home And loved ones fur away— When we sighted the flagship's tender, Spelled her signals word by word. But they only said, what we knew be fore, "We've orders for you on board." The orders came, and the captain Glanced over them awhile. And then his weather-beaten face Grew bright with a joyous smile. He called the first lieutenant. And whispered a word in his ear. And then we saw the same glad smile On the first luff's face appear. As he told the bos'n to man the bars And station his minions three. But he whispered something else to i'ipes That made him grjn with glee. At length the mates were stationed, The call rang loud and clear. And fore and aft the bos'n's song Was echoed with a cheer. For little you know—you landsmen, Who never are called to roam— How sweet were the words the bos'fi sang: "All hands, up anchor for home!" —Casper Schenck in the United Service. HOW JOE LOST HIS ARM. L.. T: Ü " HE clerk of the Pretty Jane had mellow voice, and blended sweetly with it was little Jennie's childish treble. He Sat upon the deck of the little steamboat, gazing around on the bright waters of the Tombigbee as the pun danced on them, gazing intently and smiling absently to himself. He was a man of about 30, and his right coat sleeve was empty and pinned upon his heart. Little Jeuuie leaned upon his knee, staring him intently in the face in a way that children have. She pushed her broad-brimmed hat back from her eyes so that she might stare the better. The hat was a queerly shaped palmetto structure, for this was in 1803, and clothes were at a premium. She wals the child of one of the passengers, and between her and the clerk quite friendship had sprung up. "And did you sure enough meet your Julia here on the Tombigbee?" asked the child, stroking the empty sleev with a pitying touch. "Yes," said the clerk, roused from his reverie and smiling down on the eager little face; "1 have often taken her rowing on the Tombigbee before the war,'when I had my other arm." "How nice!" said Jennie. "How nice! And in a gumtree canoe?" "Well, 1 wasnt' particular as to the kind of canoe, so it was a canoe," said he, smiling. "And your Julia ain't named Julia, but Mary Jane, after all," said me child. "Yes," said he, "but she's just as sweet as if her name was Julia, though twouldn't fit in the song so .well." "No, you couldn't say, T rowed my Mary Jane so true.' 'Twould make the song too long-legged." "True," said he, laughing; "but that makes no difference. I think of her while I sing it, so that it seems as if it was her name." "Well, Mr. Perkins," said Jennie, "tell me why haven't you married your Julia, if you've been rowing her around in your gumtree canoe these ever so many years?" "You see," said the clerk, smiling, "my Julia couldnt' make up her mind that she loved me till the war broke out and I volunteered; then she said directly she'd marry me, but 'twas too late then; I had to go off to tight." "You had both of your arms then!" interrupted Jennie; "you was born with 'em?" "Of course, child. Did you ever near of any one born with one arm? Nature don't ever make no such cobbled, lop sided work as that." "Well, If you had both of your arms then, I don't see why she wouldn't have you." "Bless you, child, everybody had plenty of arms then; that was no in ducement to «take a fellow. But, as I was saying, when she found I was go ing off to war and might get killed then she found that she loved me." "She'd rather marry you than that you should get killed," said Jennie. "Yes, I think she ought, after you row ed her around in the canoe." "You are right," said Perkins, laugh ing; "but 'twas too late to marry her then. We agreed that if ever 1 got hack safely, when the war was over, we'd marry." "Tell me, now, how you came to lose your arm," said Jennie. " 'Twas in one of the great battles around Richmond that year. I had been in many fights before, but this was about the hottest. The enemy was bound to get the hill on which we stood, and we were holding on desper ately. But at last the boys began to waver and give way. Then our colonel came out to the front, and the rest of a our officer* followed him, and tney ran up and down the lines cheering up the men. * 'Steady, my boys,' said the old colo nel: 'keep pouring it Into them. Steady! Ke-en forcements will soon be here! Never let it be said that the line broke where the Alnbamiuus stood!' The whole air looked black with shot and shell. A piece of one grazed the colonel's cheek, and the blood kept trlckliug down his face, but he didn't seem to feel it. The firing grew so hot thnt the men seemed fairly mowed down, and the line began to waver and break. Suddenly, clear on our right, there arose a tremendous yell. It grew louder and louder and ran down the line towards us. Then, at last, we saw a courier galloping down the line. I shall never forget how he looked. His black horse was all white with foam, and its flanks were bloody from his spur. He rode bareheaded down tho line as if he bore a charmed life, and he kept waving his cap around his bend and shouting something to the meu, and as they heard him the waver ing line rallied and sent up deafening cheers. Then he galloped by where we were and yelled: " 'Rally, men! Rally! Stonewall Jackson is in their rear and giving 'em sut!' "Then we cheered, too, until we were hoarse. The courier galloped on, and presently our officer shouted: 'Forward, men! Charge!' And away we went, down the hill and across a field, right toward the Yankee lines, yelling like Indians. "I held the colors in my hand, and 1 ran a little ahead. I didn't seem to have any feet; I seemed to fly and the men followed me. Right toward the blazing line we ran. "All at once I saw the colonel, who was riding by me. grasp the colors, for they were falling. I looked and saw that my hand, my whole arm, was gone, and I hadn't felt it! I grabbed the flag in my left hand. " 'I can carry the colors yet, colonel,' I said. 'I don't feel any pain.' "I ran on some fifty steps, when the blood began spouting from my shoul der. I dropped. Joe Ashe, one of the color guards, snatched the flag, anu they all rushed on. "I fell senseless. I never knew an other thing till weeks after, when l woke up one day In Chimborazo hospi tal and found some funny-looking la dies in black bonnets, that the boys called the 'sisters' bending over me. If it hndn't been for their good nursing, 1 should have died." Perkins ceased. He had been so car ried away by the interest he felt in his own narrative that he had gone quite beyond his auditor. "But tell me, Joe," Jennie eagerly asked—she had been impatiently wail ing for an opportunity for some min utes—"tell me, did you ever find your arm that dropped?" "No; to be sure not. I never went to look for it." "You couldn't fasten it on again, then?" "Of course not, child. I am not a jointed doll." "What a pity you couldn't," said the child. "What a pity! And how do you manage to dress^yourself and tie your cravat and shoes?" she asked, for she had been burning to make these in quiries ever since she had seen the one armed Confederate. " 'Twas awkward at first, but I learn ed at least to do it with the help of my Jeeth." "But how when you get old aud lose 'em?" said Jennie, who was of an in vestigating mind. "Providence will raise me up some other way," he said, with a pathetic smile. "I'll have my wife to wait on me." - "To be sure; I forgot; Miss Mary Jane will. What did she say?" "I got one of the sisters to write for me, and I set her free. I said I wouldn't bind her to a poor cripple like me." "And she said no, sir-ree, I s'pose," cried Jennie,* full of fiery zeal for her new friend. "Something to that effect," said Joe, smiling. She wrote me that she loved me more with one arm than she ever had done with two; that whenever I could get home she was ready." There Joe's eyes filled, and he gazed steadily in the water. "Well, now, Joe." said Jennie, who was suddenly struck with a bright idea, "maybe if you would lose both arms she'd love you betterer and bett terer." "I believe I'm satisfied with what she feels now," said Joe, laughing. "But why hain't you married?" con tinued Jennie, pursuing her investiga tions. "Because I first had to get well, and then I had to get something to do. I bad been a mechanic, and I couldn't work at my trade with my left hand. So Captain Ramsey gave me a place on his boat, and I've been trying to jeara how to write, so that I can kéep bis books. I think I'm doing pretty well. See?" He drew from his pocket a little blank book in which were scrawled divers hieroglyphics, at which he gaz ed complacently. "Why, yes," said Jennie, approv ingly. "There's a 't' with the cross mark, and there is a 'k' with its broken back, and that's an 'i.' I know him by his eyebrow. You see, I can read a lit tle," she said proudly. "So I see," said he, laughing and put ting up his book. "Now, I must go. The sun has set. It is time for me to see after things for the night." He stroked Jennie's curly head with his left hand and walked away, roftly singing in his mellow voice, "My Own Mary Ann.''—Indiana Farmer. When a married woman gets compli ments, they are about her cocking. I LETTERS TO A KING. P08TMAN'8 DAILY DELIVERY AT WIND8QR CA8TLE. Mali Usually Brians About Six Han drad Latter« Every Twenty-four Honrs—How They Are Head, Sorted, and Finally Disponed Of. Though the King's dally movements are fully chronicled in the newspapers and the "Court Circular," there are many thlngB his majesty does of which the public has little knowledge. "State business," upon which the King is em ployed every morning, covers a multi tude of urgent matters, from the writ ing of an autograph letter to a neigh boring sovereign to the selection of a coronation design; and there are, of course, numbers of official dispatches which require the royal signature. It is not generally known, however, that his majesty preserves a careful supervision over »the answers which are sent to the hundreds of correspon dents dally writing to the King. On an average, the King's dally letter bag contains 600 letters, and about half as many newspapers, books, circulars, etc. Needless to say. this gigantic delivery needs the assistance of a body of pri vate clerks, over whom Sir Francis Knollys, the King's private secretary, exercises control. All letters and parcels, with the ex ception of those which are quickly rec ognized as being "personal to his ma jesty"—!. e.. which contain a distinc tive private mark, mutually prearrang ed, on the envelope or cover—are open ed by the secretaries, and distributed In boxes, separately labeled, according to their nature and contents. These boxes are then carefully examined and checked by Sir Francis Knollys, and those letters-of an urgent character requiring the consideration of his ma jesty are retained by the private sec retary and are laid before the King, who Indicates In a few words his pleas ure concerning them. It is surprising—and has often aston ished those in receipt of replies—how rapidly an answer is dispatched from the royal residence. Many a time has a correspondent whose letter has been received by Sir Francis Knollys by the first morning delivery, obtained a re ply the same night, intimating that the first missive has been "laid before the King." Many letters—those emauat ing from cranks, faddists and notorious beggars, those making impossible re quests aud those of a purely commer cial character—are never submitted to his majesty, but are either Ignored or stereotyped replies are sent, accord ing to the subject of the letter. This much can be truthfully said: The greatest, courtesy and delicacy have always characterized his majes ty's public correspondence, and many instances could be quoted where his secretary has gone out of his way to explain at length the King's objection to some application, or his majesty's reluctance at being unable to comply with some request. Since the new reign began the typewriter has beea introduced in the palace, and many re plies, formal and otherwise, are now typed in violet ink. In the late reign the private secretaries were supposed to, and actually did, write every letter with their own pens, but when Edward VII. ascended the throne a modern change was quickly introduced, saving a large amoùnt of time and labor. ' All sorts of conditions of people write to the King. Many of the envel opes bear no stamps, as If Buckingham Palace were a government office, and some are boldly addressed in a pencil scrawl. The East End postmark is a predom inant feature: there are many poor peo ple, who, alas! fondly believe the King can redress their grievances and miti gate their woes by a wave of his hand. It is no secret, however, that in sev eral Instances, after discreet Inquiries have been made, suffering has been re lieved in poor districts as the result of a letter to the King of Queen. Usual ly the channel of relief is one of the philanthropic societies, of which his majesty is either a patron or Interested In, to whose office the deserving letter is privately forwarded.—London Ex press. BAD FEATURE8 OF CIVILIZATION. It Does Not Insure Good Digestion, Which Is the Basis of Health. Some features of civilized life are not wholesome. It does not insure a per fect digestion, which is the basis of good health, to use West Philadelphia city water. It is not healthful to breathe sewer gas in houses the plumb ing of which has been passed by an Inspector who receives Christmas gifts from the plumber. There are many other conditions which are not favora ble to the best physical health. How ever, in spite of other drawbacks and disadvantages, there is every warrant to affirm that never has the standard of health, strength and agility beeu as high as it is to-day. Though an indoor life Is vicious In its influence, the men and women of to-day—and especially the women—are capable of a greater physical endurance than has even been known before. The first and best proof of this is that at the age wbeu bur grandsires and their dames took their places In the chimney corner as capable only of a vegetable existence, the men and women of to-day are at their best and, as Dr. Stevenson complains, the grandmothers are demanding the right to run for public office, Instead of being content to knit stockings. A believer in the physical superiority of the sav age brought out the great-grandson of a famous Indian sprinter to pit him against the white runners of the col leges. Even after a systematic training he was beaten by amateurs. His cele brated ancestor had defeated evei> white runner here and in England, but his record has been surpassed long since. Life in the open air is necessary to the best health, but there is no ressAn why the modern conveniences should bt- abandoned. On every hand are proofs of the physical superiority of Ae men and women of to-day over the people of any other known period. The rules of wholesome living are better understood and are more generally ob served. It needs only for men to re frain from business excesses, from dis sipating their energies In the pursnit of wealth, in order that they may find life well worth living. The too fre quent suicide of successful business men may be traced to their long and absolute absorption in the work of money-getting and the discovery that it Is profitless and unsatisfactory. The realization of the fact »that wealth alone does not bring happiness comes only after it is too late to effect a change. The delusion that there is no more satisfying purpose than the ac cumulation of money Is the chief ob stacle In the way of man's happiness. JEWEL OF A DOME8TIC. Bhe Did Not Star Long, bat Did Not Steal Anything. "I imagine people must get tired of hearing their neighbors complain about the question of domestic help," remark ed a woman in the government service to a friend. "I guess they do," acquiesced the friend, "but then you know we all have such troubles, and when we hear oth ers relate their experiences we cap say, 'I have troubles of my own.' " Thfe woman who started the conver sation told how many domestics she had employed during a short period of time, and how they had not given sat isfaction. "Finally," she said, "I sought relief by doing what I thought was an act of charity, and at the time getting a woman who I thought would be a Jew el. She was a white woman, the first woman of my own color I bad ever employed." This woman, she explained, was tak en from au Institution where a great amount of charity Is done. She was given the best room in the house, and in the morning when breakfast was over she bundled up the dishes in a hurry and gave the appearance of be ing a willing and rapid worker. In the afternoon when her employer returned home the dishes were still piled where she had seen them In the morning. The washtub, boiler and Irons had been used by the woman, who had evidently washed and iron her own garments and departed. On the table was a note which read: "My dear Mrs. -, 1 found the work was too hard for me.'' "But she was a Jewel, after all," con cluded the woman who had been her employer, for so short a time, according: to the Washington Star, "for she did not steal anything." So Sweetly Innocent. He bad been to the boarding-school to pay a surprise visit to his daughter, his only child. He had parted from her. proud to be the parent of such a hand some maiden, pleased with the inno cence of budding womanhood. The principal acompauied him to the door. "Madam," he said, with deep feeling. "I owe you much for the manner tit which you have reared my child since she has been under your care. When I notice the contrast between that Inno cent maiden and some of the girls of her age, who have not had the advan tage of such strict supervision, I feel that I have indeed done wisely in plac ing her In your charge." "And how proud you must be," said the principal, glowing with satisfac tion, "to be the father of so large and devoted a family." Large—devoted!" gasped the proud parent. "What do you mean?" "Devoted to each other," said the principal. "No fewer than seven of Clara's brothers have been here during the past three weeks to take her out. and she is expecting another to-mor ow."—London Tit-Bits. Doubtful Prerogatives. Clark Howell of the Atlanta Consti tution was driving with a .New York friend along a roadway In Georgia. The Northerner noticed that mauy of the negroes along the way took off their bats as the carriage passed. "They seem to know you pretty gen erally down here," he said to his host. "Oh, no. They don't." replied the latter. "Then why do they bow?" "That," said Mr. Howell, "is one of the privileges we allow the darkies down here."—New York Times. Whistling Language Used. The aborigines of the Malabar Islands employ a perfect whistling language, by means of which they can communi cate with each other over long dis tances. A stranger wandering over the islands is frequently surprised to hear from a hilltop the sound of louä whistl ing, which is quickly repeated on iae next hill, and so is carried from summit to summit until it dies away in the dis tance. American Looms Abroad. American ribbon looms are being im ported by Swiss manufacturers. These looms are much more expensive than those made in Switzerland, even leav ing freight and duties out of account, but the manufacturers find it profit able to use them because of their great solidity of construction and the much larger amount of work they do. - Unintentional Aid. "They asked Essie to sing at the benefit concert, but she refused. "Which will benefit them all the more. I'll buy some tickets now."— Philadelphia Bulletin.