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Even the rule that works both ways seldom gives thorough satisfaction. According to Gen. Wood, beggars in Cuba are as scarce as snakes In Ire land. The Czar of Russia would better get under the bed. Pierp. Morgan is in vading his country. There is little encouragement for the great; man's son. If he amounts to anything the people say influence did tt A Chicago woman who was crippled for life by a trolley car has been given a verdict for $16,000 damages against the street railway company. It is Well to remember, however, that the lawyer who dropped dead while playing ping-pong might have gone the same way even if it had been nothing more fierce than croquet. The Ohio State Journal says If the tendency toward lynching in this coun try is not resisted humanity will some day tread upon the graves of this gen eration with deadly curses. It is alleged that King Edward has recently become addicted to the habit of indulging in profanity upon the slightest provocation. He probably re gards that as one of bis divine rights. A lady has secured an injunction to prevent her husband associating with another woman. Now let some lone some wife secure an injunction to re strain her husband from staying down town after otdce hours and there will be precedents sufficient to bring about a reign of joy that shall be all-em bracing. it a A new danger has arisen to threaten the human race. A gentleman of wealth ami distinction has passed "from ex cessive ping-pong playing." In fact he was standing at the dining-room table, racket in hand, when 'the dread sum mons came. As late as six months ago his life had been irreproachable, mor ally and hygienic-ally, but he fell a vic tim to the ping-pong craze and thence forth bis decline was rapid and sure. We have heard of men who have given up their lives on the cricket field, at the home plate, before the enemy's goal, but to be overtaken by death in a game of ping-pong is a humiliating end to what might have been a useful and proud life. Margaret Deland in Harper's Bazar says that a fire in the back yard can be relied upon to destroy painted wood en shoes used as art objects; brass dragons with curly tails, called eandle sti'ks, awkward to hold, with no hu man to».:h of imagination or handicraft about them, therefore neither useful nor beautiful, might be disposed of to the junk man; plush things without a name seem to demand the ash oarrel, for the vital purity of fire repudiates them, and they do not burn well; tidies are prehistoric, but they should also go to the ash barrel. Margaret has for gotten the family crayon portrait that stands.on an easel "in the parlor" but the proper genuflection to be made be fore it should be enforced with the ax. The plush album, which is all bum, entirely so, should be carefully burled and if there are any books with stuffed covers lying around they should be sent to the heathen. Let the reform be thorough. Prof. Starr, of Chicago University, grasped his hammer and tried to knock the romance out of the wedding ring. He says that the circlet is a survival of savagery, and that it "represents the nose ring, anklet or manacle by which the sold slave was led away from the market by his new master." To a great many men the wedding ring does not represent anything except expense. They buy It because custom says that a wife shall have a wedding ring. They are not familiar with the usages of slave marts or ancient history. But to a woman the golden hoop that marks the joining of her life to that of a bus band means more than romance, more than the giving up of girlhood free dom. It means love, the tender, sweet passion of the early days .of matri mony. It is a message to the world, and says: "See. I am fulfilling Des tiny. I am loved and wedded. No long er am I alone. I have given all that I have to the human being who con quered my heart. Here is the hoop that symbolizes the life complete." And how a woman cherishes her wedding ring! She sees it and remembers hap piness, and forgets sorrow. She wears It often when „e who gave it has bro ken her heart and degraded her life. Only a few weeks ago a woman who was starving was discovered by the authorities in New York. Bit by bit she bad parted with her small belong ings. - Furniture, pitiful trinkets, cloth ing. all went to the pawnbroker to buy bread, and at the end came want "Why didn't you sell that?" asked an officer, pointing to a band of plain gold on her finger. "I couldn't" she sobbed. "I Just couldn't He gave It to me when wg were married. He put It on that finger, and I'd rather starve than sell It He's deadT* she added, simply. And so do good women reverence the sentl n t and love the memory associated I the badge of happiness. They are figuring on the property loss ■ ted by that Martinique mountain vomlta fire, amok«) mud and steam, The bill will be tremendous. The world reads of blocks of fine build ings, cathedrals, hotels, all in ruins; crops burned, granaries and ware houses destroyed, and, In awe, mur murs, "Millions!" The human mind only assimilates big figures when ac companied by some great shock—some thing out of the ordinary. In a finan cial way Pelee was a pigmy, compared with some of nature's silent forces. There is a little Insect called the chinch L>ug. For what purpose Nature warmed it into life even the scientists cannot explain. In 1871 the chinch bugs ate up crops worth $30,000,000. Their ap petites grew, and in 1874 their board bill, which the farmers had to pay, was $100,000,000, enough to build several cities like St. Pierre. The grasshop pers appeared In Kansas, Missouri, Iowa and Nebraska in 1874, and caused a loss of $100,000)000. The figures are In round numbers, but they are con servative and from estimates prepared by authorities. The fly weevil, a little pest that seems particularly at home in the South, and feeds largely on stored grain, has an annual food capacity of $40,000,000, and the coddling moth eats up from $90,000,000 to $40,000,000 worth of fruit every year. And the to tal Is frightful. The destructive power of these insect pests of the field and orchard is so great that It is hard to digest the figures. B. Dwight Sander son, an entomologist of renown, as serts the annual loss is over $300,000, 000, almost a million dollars every twenty-four hours. And yet there Is little complaint, little amazement Be cause these things are a part of every day life. They were and they will be, and the public, if it stops to think about it at all is philosophical. It is the unexpected and unforseen that shocks. Pelee, with its steaming cra ter, is no more wonderful than the in sect army that eats up $1,000,000 a day, and all the volcanoes that are known to man have not compared in property destructiveness to the insect enemies of mankind. There is a brutal old proverb, "Young folks think old folks are fools, but old folks know young folks are." The fam ily where that is true is a wretched one, full of friction, misunderstanding and heartburning, and always In dan ger of complete disruption. Education to-day lays great stress on the knowl edge of human nature as the founda tion of usefulness. Psychology, sociol ogy and pedagogy alike declare that we must know people before we can serve them. Are parents to be left out of this category? Is there any good reason that the girl who is deeply in terested in the motives and desires of some poor creature from the slums should make no effort to comprehend her own mother? Does enthusiasm for explaining the contradictions in the character of Mary Queen of Scots pre clude a loving study of the peculiari ties of an aunt or a grandmother? Her elders began to try to understand the baby girl when she was born. They have been, probably, but partially suc cessful in mastering the problem; but she ought on arriving at years of dis cretion to lend a hand toward a mu tual appreciation. The first lesson that the young need to learn about their elders is that change of the point of view is difficult, if not Impossible, for them. Their horizon may be widened, but not shifted. Let the daughter find out what her parents really care for; what most pleases them; what most easily Irritates them; what tires them; what refreshes them; what they like best to eat, to drink, to talk about, to see, to feel. These facts once master ed and accepted, a long step has been taken toward understanding—and un derstanding of one another is the at mosphere in which home grows to be indeed the dearest spot on earth. While the father and mother are mak ing it possible for the child's life to be enriched by education and by travel, it is her business to see that their lives are enriched and broadened by the in terests that come to her. She is to open to them new and strange lands without the pain of travel. Her friends, her enthusiasms, her pleasures are to be marshaled before their fireside. So each generation may live twice through the joys of youth, and gradually an in telligent unselfishness may close tip for ever that cruel chasm which has often separated youth and age. Long Distance Heating. There has been completed at Dres den, Germany, one of the largest long distance heating plants in Europe. This Is used on many public buildings on the left bank of the River Elbe, including the theater, museum, castle, royal kitchen, the custom bouse, etc. The greatest distance from the central sta tion over which the beat is transmitted is three-quarters of a mile. The total heat consumption per hour is 6,300,000 heat units. The usual stèam pressure is two atmospheres. Ten of a total of fourteen boilers are used and to guard against accidenta two main lines of pipes have been provided. It is stated that the loss of beat in transmission is from 4 to 4*4 per cent The largest pipes have a diameter of eight and one half inches. The pipes are protected by two layers of tin, the inner layer being perforated and the outer one cov ered with silk. No Latitude lu Ireland. A national school Inspector In Ireland was once examining a class in geog raphy and, having reason to correct an answer to a question regarding longi tude, proceeded to aak for a definition of latitude. There was a slight pause and a young lad answered: "Please, sir. we have no latitude In Ireland. The government won't allow ns any." Fine feather* may not make fine birds, but they show up on the bill all right •'QO OP^dORN INV' He always said "Good mornin'," An' emphasised the "good," As if he'd make it happy, 'Good mornin'!" Just "good mornin" To ev'ry one he met; He said it with a twinkle That no one could forget He always said "Good mornin' I s An' people used to say That one o' his "good mornin's" Clung to you all the dfy, An' made you always cheerful Just thinkin' o' the sound— It always was "good mornin','' 'Long as he was around. He always said "Good mornin'," An' glad an' happy-eyed He said them just aa usual The mornin' that he died. Those were the words he whispered, As cheerful as he could— An' I believe the angels They emphasized the "good." —Baltimore American. The Candidate's Daughter. a pleasant conviction of old that the affairs of the world are 'not quite so important as they were a few years ago, and that the ability for conducting them is going back in stead of advancing. This commentary 1% suggested by the experience that the old political campaigner was relating to some of the legislative friends when they met at the hotel. "I don't suppose," said the veteran, "that the like ever happened in Mich igan, before or since. There was a ro mance involved, some of the greatest men the nation ever produced took a hand, a whole community was divided by the bitterest factional war, the ca reer of an ambitious Congressman was suddenly terminated, and yet the little \ 'I GAVE TUAT COMMISSION TO THE GIRL." federal position involved was not worth over $100 a month, if that much. It was a sort of a bloodless political duel and I know of at least one participant that would rather have stood up and been shot at than to have lost. "It was right out here in the country where I was raised and brought up. There were only two prominent aspir ants for the little office, but their rival ry had stirred the town into a flutter of excitement from center to circumfer ence. I think political interest is more general in the country than in the city, and in those days the individual was more assertive, more appreciative of the supreme rights of citizenship, be cause he had not been surpassed by machines, combines, rings, and bosses as he is now. The churches were lu ternally divided on this issue, social bees were turned into debating socie ties where feeling ran high, the war was carried into the local paper by heated correspondents, the store and the postofflee were largely monopolized by the disputants, and some very old friendships were strained to the utter most. "I was very niuch infatuated with the pretty daughter of my candidate. Now that I can view the situation more calmly I realize that he waa my candi date because she was his daughter, but wild horses couldn't have drawn such a confession from me at the time. His opponent also had a pretty daughter, and she, too, had an admirer, who was a stanch supporter of her father in his time of political need. These two girls were rival belles, and Tom Harter and I were regarded as among the most ef fective political herdsmen in that lo cality. You can understand how much feeling could be stirred up with such elements of discord. Farmers neglect ed things at home to wrangle oy listen to others wrangle. Some of the wom en quit speaking and said very unkind things to each other. The young. peo ple were as distinctly divided as though lined up In opposition at a spelling school, and there was more genuine temper displayed than in any presiden tial campaign we bad ever gone through. "Now, I was not alone in my admira tion for the daughter of my candidate. There were others, and several of tnem. I had never felt secure enough to ven ture a proposal, and was passing through a very trying period of uncer tainty. One afternoon as I was walk ing rapidly by her house I found her leaning over the gate and looking dis consolate enough to cry. 'Tom Harter's going to Washington to-morrow,' she said, abruptly. 'You know what that means?' "Lovers think quickly, when capable of thinking at alL T should think be a it I would go, ander the circumstances. It's his duty.' "Then I suppose father might as well draw out,' and there were tears in her lovely eyes. 'Oh, If I were only a man!' " 'I'm thankful you're not,' I laughed, and there were two of us leaning on the gate. 'I'm going to tell you something that I have never confided to another person.' This was strictly true, for I had never thought 0 f It till that min ute. 'Please don't mentioa it to a liv ing person, not even to yodr father, for it might defeat all our plans. I go to Washington to-night, Hattie. I have everything ready. I'll take the train from the side opposite the platform and no one will be the wiser dntll some time to-morrow. Did It ever enter that wise little head of yours that I'd allow Tom to get the start of me or give you anything to cry over?* "Her eyes sparkled, roses came to her pale cheeks as if by magic, she turned a glad face toward me and— well, who wouldn't? In my eagerness I had perpetrated a regular school boy smack and a frightened robin darted out of the cherry tree over our heads. Keep In mind that we were leaning over the same gate. It was the first time, too. "Well, I went through to Washing ton as fast as steam would carry me, and lost no time in hunting up the Con gressman from my district. He prom ised so much and did it with so little apparent consideration that I did not place much dependence upon his assist ance. I thought of the girl I left at the gate, took courage of love and went right to the Postmaster General. There, that comes of being rusty ou politics. I did not mean to tell what position I was trying to have filled, hut even that will not identify the town or the candidates. It happened that the Secretary of State was sitting with the Postmaster General, and I suppose that the latter wanted to make an im pression. I stated my case to him as concisely as I could, telling him of the central location of my candidate's place of business, his loyalty to the party, his fitness for the position and of the important fact that his appointment would be a great favor to me. "The general answered with a sneer that he made little attempt to conceal. He would be delighted to do me a per sonal favor. It would be a downright pleasure for him, but he did not see that the interests of the nation were seriously involved in this little appoint ment, and he would withhold his decis ion. Whatever that might be, he hoped that I would keep in mind the fact that he was Postmaster General. "I managed to tell him that the fact did not strike me as an unalloyed bless ing, and thought that I saw a pleasant twinkle in the eye of his distinguished caller. I went away mad and disheart ened. Suddenly Senator Zach Chand ler came to my mind. He was a frieud of my father, both were from New Hampshire, and whenever the great leader was in our section of the State the two men would have a good time talking over the old home State. I went to the Senator, telling him everything but the gate episode and the other par ty thereto. He knew me when I en tered, for he never forgot names or faces. He inquired particularly after my father, expressing his regard for him as an old friend, and was in a mood to favor any reasonable cause I might espouse. " 'So he tried to squelch you, did he?' and the old war horse's face had its sternest setting. 'Wanted to show off at the expense of one of my friends and constituents, did he? Just drop this matter nud meet me here at 8 this evening. That will let yon out of the city to-night, if you want to go.' "I was on time and Chandler handed me a commission for my candidate. He stoppe! my thanks to ask me if it would inconvenience me to remain over till the next day. I was burning to get home with the glad tidings, but l would have given him a mouth, had he asked it. 'Then take this to the Post master General, tell him that his treat ment of you was inexcusable; that Michigan men do not permit such at tempts to humiliate them; that he told you to remember that he was Postmas ter General, and that you now ask him tc accept notice that the State of Mich igan has been removed from his imme diate jurisdiction.' I followed instruc tions, and while I do not know what that message from the President, sent to the general through Chan Her and myself, contained, I do know that he wilted and stammered an apology. I also know that Chandler was the man after that who said who might hold postoffices in this State. "I gave that commission to the girl who came running down to the same gate to meet me, and when I promptly attended to another little matter of business she said she would marry me a thousand times if it was going to make me so happy. Harter had to wait three years before his girl became good humored enough to accept him."—De troit Free Press. Ingenious Wedding Present. A very Ingeniçus wedding present has been received by a French bride from one of her relatives who is a geographer. The present Is a silver bowl In the design of a terrestrial globe, the upper hemisphere forming the cover. The map of the earth has been elaborately engraved on the out side and the route taken by the newly Wedded pair Is Indicated by a line of lapis-lazuli, the names of the towns at which a stay was made being Insert ed In enamel. < Brstpsihj. Hojack—Here's an account of bow a man wrote a love letter and got into trouble by It Tomdlk— I can sympathise with that fellow. That's how I happened to get married. CURS FOft THE BLUES. HOW TO GET RIO OF SPELLS OF MORBIDNE88. An Absorbing Interest or Occupation Is Beet Reaiedy—Victims of ''Bine Devils" Are Too Mach Taken Up with Their Own Beneatione. Is there ^anyone of the human family who does not suffer occasionally from that "loathed melancholy" called "the blues?" If such a person exists hs la as rare as the great auk. From whatever cause the blue devils take possession of us, whether ftom derangements of the liver or nerVous system, or from simple ennui, the cure for them Is the same, unless. Indeed, they are bred by organic disease which has taken vital hold of the system. And this cure—an absorbing interest or occupation. People who ride their bobbles In season and out of season very rarely have the blues. Enthusias tic collectors are also apt to be ag gressively cheerful. If you suffer from depression of spirits, then take the advice of authorities on the subject and look about for an interest In life. Ursula' Gesterfeld, In one of ber books handles the blue devils without gloves. She frankly Informs the vic tims that what is the matter with them Is not that they are "too fine for earth's coarser uses," and that their delicate natures suffer from contact with the rude, boisterous worm, but that they are abnormally selfish, too absorbed in their own sensations to heed the fact that they are enveloping themselves In an atmosphere of gloom which must necessarily depress all about them. Her prescription Is to siqlle, smile; smile in season and out of season; smile whether you feel like it or not, and gradually the mental state will adapt Itself to the bodily expression. A charming young women was beard to say the other day: "I am too much in love ever to have the blues." "Too much In love?" echoed her astonished auditors, surprised at this frank reve lation. "Yes," she replied, provoklng ly, "too much in love with myself. I regard myself as a mirror, don't you see, put on earth to reflect all the joy and gladness of the universe, and so I cannot think of letting myself become obscured and dimmed by Buch ugly clouds as the blues. Ah, never! I am too vain." Charles Newcomb, that coiner of epi grams, says: "There is no stimulant that is more speedy and thorough in its action than the thrill of joy and gladness. It Is a natural tonic, and the entire system responds to Its exhilarat ing vibrations. Anything that arouses Confidence in life, with a larger sense of its use and beauty, increases human energy and prepares the best conditions of success in all undertakings. We are never left in life with an entirely empty cup board. 'ihere Is always some little portion of fat to eat and sweet to drink if we will only go our way and look about us, and npt allow the leanness of our grief to absorb our thoughts or tears to blind our eyes and fill every cup with bitterness." There is a very old story about the famous clown, Grimaldi, who once called in a physician to see if he could offer any alleviation for the depression from which be suffered. "Go and see Grimaldi," advised the physician. "I am Grimaldi," replied the "melancholy Jacques" in the jester's garb. Poor clown! He was suffering from the reaction occasioned by the con stant effort to be funny. He needed change of thought, interest and occupa tion. "It isn't the 'uuting as 'urts the 'orses, it's the 'a miner, 'animer, 'ani mer on the 'ard 'Igh road." There is an exceedingly bitter tonic that all of us must gulp down sooner or later, and that is that no one cares a straw about our woes. The man who laughs Is the man who has friends by the score, whose society is eagerly sought and who Is always welcome, but the woman who weeps very soon learns that she must weep alone. "This sad old earth has need of our mirth."— Chicago Record-Herald. CHINESE EGGED AN ACTOR. Celestial Edwin Booth Meets with a Rather Forcible Criticism« The artistic temperament is, perhaps, more highly developed in the Chinese theater-goer than lu his American counterpart It certainly was manifest ed strongly enough the other night in San Francisco, for Chew Foo. the great Chinese star who recently went to tjiat city _ after winning the highest praise from the critics of the Chinese press in New York, was pelted with decayed eggs and then made the target of In numerable light firecrackers, all be cause be failed to dress the part he was acting in a proper manner. Chew Foo stands In practically the same light to the Chinese play-goer that Edwin Booth stood to the English speaking public. Yet there were'occa sions in the career of that great actor, when be played "Hamlet" arrayed in a long frock coat, his bead covered with a silk bat In place of tbo raven hair of tbe mad Danish prince. There Is. however, no record tbat the audi ences did not make all allowance for delayed trains and washed away bridges, whlcb were tbe causes of tbe lack of eostumes. Hundreds of Instances might be cited of Indulgences shown by American au diences to actors who failed to dress Sie parts they were playing as' they should be dressed. These are Instances right In this city, says tbe San Fran cisco Call, where—but never m i nd, these cases have nothing to do with the riot which took place In the Wash ington stret theater became Chew Foo wofie the drees of a 'young man when he shonld have worn that of an old Sergeant Oooboy was there. He is always there when any trouble arises In Chinatown, but he cannot tell the caqpe of the row. He saw Chew Foo on the stage. For a moment no on* In the audience moved, and then pan demonium broke forth. There were yells and catcalls In Chinese and then a fusillade of Chinatown eggs began. The eggs that a Chinaman will throw away are beyond description. Just plain, ordinary stale eggs they eat and B ees to like. These had got beyond stage and were only fit to bo thrown away. Chew Foo got about a bushel basket of them. After that the men in the audience began to throw lighted firecrackers on the stage. To those outside the theater It sounded like half a hundred men engaged In pistol practice and word was sent to police headquarters that half of China town was engaged in battle, murder and sudden death, and that the war of the Tongs had finally broken out In real earnest Half a dosen policemen were rushed to the theater, only to find the place resting In perfect, peace. There was no noise, no disturbance, and the play was going smoothly along. BLOWING UP OF THE MAINE. Gen, Fltshsch Lee's Theory of the Destruction of the Vessel. In bis Interesting address In this city Monday evening General Fitzhugb Lee gave bis theory regarding the destruc tion of the battleship Maine, says the Indianapolis Journal. After relating the circumstances of the explosion and describing the scene of fire and car nage he witnessed on visiting the local ity a few minutes after tbe event, he said: 'My theory Is that It was done by young officers who had been attached to Weyler. After the catastrophe they disappeared. Young officers of the Spanish army did not take the trouble to hide their pleasure over the horrible affair. Many of them dropped their us ual potations of red wine and opened bottles of champagne In tbe cafes. The government of Cuba Immediately tried to forestall European opinion by sending a dispatch which stated that the explosion had been caused by the carelessness of tbe Americans them selves. As to that 1 want to say that the keys to the magazine of every American man-of-war are brought to the captain and are hung on books at the bead of his bed so that he can know where they are all the time. When the divers went to work on the Maine Captain Slgsbee said to them: "Go Into my cabin and see if the keys to tbe magazine are hanging where they ought to be.' Tbe divers came up with the keys. They bad found them hanging by the side of the captain's bed. Furthermore, tbe Investigation brought out that the plates of the fore part of the ship were bent upward, showing clearly that the force of the explosion had been directed from the bottom. The court of Inquiry heard plenty of testimony whlcb showed that there had been two explosions; one when tbe torpedo went off and tore Its way to the ship's magazine, and the other when the magazine Itself ex ploded with a roar." The real cause of the destruction of the Maine is still a mystery, though there Is strong reason for accepting General Lee's view. The report of the United States court of inquiry sus tained the theory of an outside ex plosion, but said "the court has been unable to obtain any evidence fixing the responsibility for the destruction of the Maine upon any person or per sons." The solution of such mysteries come in time, when those who are In possession of the secret think tbe right time had come. INTERESTING BOER WOMEN. Description of Tbelr Life In the Con centration Camps. In tbe Pall Mall Magazine appears a most interesting description of life in the concentration camps. The writer. Miss Brereton, of Guy's Hospital, spent two years in South .Africa, in work at the yeomanry hospitals, and has just returned to England. She was one of the commissioners appointed by Mr. Brodrlck to visit and report upon tbe concentration camps, and In the course of the inquiry she visited every Boer camp but one. Most of the women like to wear black dresses, with tight-fitting bodices and very full skirts and a large black apron. They wear large black and colored bonnets, called "cap pies." very similar to those worn In our midland counties some years ago. The material 1 b either woolen or print, and they are most elaborately stitched and be frilled, and so big as to nearly hide tbe face of tbe wearer. They more often than not wear home-made gloves, lesther, with the fur Inside, or sny kind of woolen material. The girls wear blouse bodices and skirts, and the same big capples as their mothers, except on Sundays or when going Into town, when they are replac ed by very smart hats and parasols. They are even more scrupulous about their hands than tbelr mothers are, and buy kid gloves, which are worn on all occasions, even when the gloves have ceased to have any fingers. "They are the most particular people about the effect of the sun and air on their skins I have ever semi. It la no strange sight to see women walking about, their faces enveloped In a cloth with little apertures for the eyes." Whenever we see the word "ft itous," we have a better nndersta lng of tbe feelings of a bull when sees a red flag.