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• TIMELY TOPICS 3 IlJUUUUUUUJUtJ Nobody la above suspicion when a Jealous woman is around. Mrs. Langtry is now a mother-in-law. Che world is no longer at her feet. Miss. Stone attributes her rescue to prayer. To what does she attribute her captivity? A pickle trust with $30,000,000 capital has been formed. This is one of the •oure8t doses of all. The young King of Spain appears to l>e quite a sensible child. He Is permit ting the old men to keep on running things. King Edward Is a pretty strong argu ment against the claims of people who •re always prating about the dangers of high living. An Inventor asserts that an excellent Imitation of wood can be made from tobacco leaves. Let him try his hand now at making merchantable bricks out of diamonds. Eskimos claim to have found the re mains of Noah's ark away up near the arctic circle. Can it be possible that Noah started in search of the pole with out first having a relief expedition pro vided for? The multimillionaire who endows col leges and establishes colleges is sub jected to a great deal of chaff and is sometimes accused of self-aggrandize ment. The mlllonaire who devotes himself to horse racing, an institution which mainly benefits the professional gamblers, Is permitted to pass without criticism. This seems hardly fair. Another gentleman exhilarated with whiskey—purchased with his wife's money—has murdered his wife. For tunately he was blessed with a sense of the proprieties and accommo datingly hanged himself, thus saving the overweighted taxpayers the ex pense of doing the job for him. Like another historic character, nothing in this man's life became him like the leaving it. Many cures for insomnia have been recommended, from counting an imag inary flock of sheep as they jump one by one over a gate, to extracting the cube root of a number in six figures; but they all fail at times. The latest cure, according to a medical paper, is automoblling. Now, if the village school teacher will only take a ride every afternoon in a fifteen-hundred dollar automobile, she will sleep like a top at night—that is, if she does not lie awake wondering where the money Is to come from to pay for the horse less carriage. There are some remedies more attractive than practicable. Although the power of the press can hardly be overestimated, little that is printed leaves a permanent impression. Dr. Edward Everett Hale puts it char acteristically In commenting on the sen sitiveness of his distinguished kinsman, Edward Everett, to what appeared about him In print. "He did not know as I do, that of whatever is put in the newspaper half the people who see it do not read it; second, that half of those do not understand it; third, that of the half who understand is, half do not believe it; fourth, that the half who believe it, half forget it; fifth, that the half who remember it are probably of no great account, anyway." To which Dr. Hale adds the remark, personal to himself, "This may be forgotten with the rest." Nevertheless, it has a kernel of truth worth remembering. Much has been said of the audacity of man in building his home in spots so dangerous as the slopes of Mont Pelee have proved themselves to be. Yet ail history affords illustrations of the calm forgetfulness with which the race erects its dwelling places on the sites of the most dreadful catastrophes. Ve suvius still smokes over beautiful Na pies. Lisbon rises, beautiful and Im posing, where a "convulsion of nature once brought unutterable fright and desolation. The Japanese still crow the coasts of their tide-swept islands and the Chinese huddle along the banks of the Hoang-Ho. It is not ver many months since Galveston was overwhelmed by flood, yet a new Gal veston is being built on the dangerous Bite of the wreckage and the people of the city are ready to take their chances of a similar disaster in the future, There is absolutely nothing to prevent a second tidal wave from the Gulf, yet the city pursues its daily task, appar ently unafraid. Charles Schwab's apple donation gets through the hide and into the heart. He was just such a happy-go-lucky boy as you can find anywhere now, and he liked the taste of stolen apples. The original sin in every boy adds sweet ness to purloined fruit. It shouldn't be •ct but It is so. Let the sociologists ex plan It If they can. Schwab used to •teal bis apples from trees on the grounds of ML Aloysius' Academy at Cresson, Pa. He never forgot it. Men don't forget these things. They love the memory of youthful pranks, and tell the tales to their children and their grandchildren. And, way down In the heart, there is often a sneaking desire to go back to the old town, walk up to the farmer from whom be used to steal melons, laugh at the dog, and remark M Mr. Jones, do you know me? Don m remember Bill Bogen' boy, whom you set the dog on and shot full of rock salt? Just thought I'd drop in on the old town and see how things look." And then you planned to pay off the mortgage on Jones' farm, leave money for a new library, buy uniforms for the "Umpah, Umpah Cornet Baud," and slather money around like a prince. Plenty of men have had those dreams. Few can carry them out. Mr. Schwab could; and, ns dramatic as you please, he planked down $25,000 of good Steel Trust money In payment of the Bald wins he stole many years ago. Every man who has wanted to go back and make good" will envy Mr. Schwab the sensation and the pleasure he got out of the gift. Prophecies of gypsies, astrologers and other readers of the future, foretelling the calamity that recently befel King Edward, are being resurrected, or man ufactured after the event, and present ed to the credulous with becoming gravity. These pretended prophecies are reminders of the pagan past, when the gods took an Intimate and respect ful interest in the fate of kings. Por tents were seen in the skies warning men that something dire was about to happen to his Majesty, and when he died earthquakes and storms testified to the sympathy of nature with an event so tremendous. Those were the days when a king was a king, and very few had any doubt of his divine ap pointment to office. Now only the sort of minds capable of crediting gypsy prophets can look upon monarchy as a heavenly institution. Peoples no longer exist for their kings, but kings for their peoples. The old-fashioned despot is the dodo of politics. Respecting those vestigial remnants of the superstitious past, the prophets, It is obvious that their self-denial is even more wonder ful than their powers. It perhaps has not occurred to those who still take them seriously that if there existed a class of men capable of foretelling the date of a king's death months or years in advance of its occurrence little things like the outcome of horse races and the ups and downs of the stock market would be as clear as print to them. In that case, of course, they would soon own the wealth of the earth. But as prophets—gypsies, as trologers, clairvoyants and the rest— are never billionaires, it follows either that they are frauds or the most un selfish beings in a generally ßelfish world. On a day early In June of this year a man named Hawkins committed i crime at Marysville, Mo., and then tried to run away from it. Hawkins was a real estate dealer, and left the town because he had forged paper to the amount of $2,000. When he left Marysville, Hawkins was a fine-look ing, middle-aged gentleman, with hair slightly tinged with gray. At the end of two weeks he came back a white haired, broken-bodied old man. In the interval the man had wandered - from place to place pursued by the hourly fear that he would be tracked by bloodhounds. The fear deepened into an overmastering terror. He hid him self in the woods. Finally the fear be came unbearable. He returned to Marysville and gave himself up. Twen ty years, he said, had been added to his life in less than twenty days. He wel comed the penitentiary as a blessed re lief. It is the old story. In seeking to dodge a financial trouble he took upon his shoulders a greater one. The new trouble was so heavy that a prison seemed a heaven of rest after the hell into which he had plunged. When will men learn that justice is never cheated? That every crime brings its penalty, soon or late? When will men learn they are not smarter than fate? There are other bloodhounds than those of flesh and blood that pursue the man who breaks the law. The bloodhounds of conscience will ever bay deep-mouthed to the soul that sinneth. "Whatsoever a man soweth, that also shall he reap." That Is the Inevitable law. If a man sows to the flesh he shall of the flesh reap corruption. And he will reap more than he sows. The law of Increase holds In the devil's domain as it does in the fields of God. English Tongue's Supremacy. Two-thirds of all the letters which pass through the post offices of the world are written by and sent to peo ple who speak English, says Brad street's. There are substantially 500, 000,000 persons speaking colloquially one or other of the ten or twelve chief modern languages, and of these about 25 per cent, or 125,000,000 persons, speak English. About 100,000,000 speak Russian, 75,000,000 German, 55,000,000 French, 45,000,000 Spanish. 35,000,000 Italian, and 12,000,000 Portuguese, and the balance Hungarian, Dutch, Polish, Flemish, Bohemian, Gaelic, Rouma nian, Swedish, Finnish, Danish and Norwegian. Thus, while only one-quar ter of those who employ the facilities of the postal departments of civilized governments speak as their native tongue English, two-thirds of those who correspond do so in the English lan guage. There are, for instance, more than 20,000 post offices in India, the business of which in letters and papers aggregates more than 300,000,000 a year, and the business of these offices is done chiefly in English, though of India's total population, which is nearly 300,000,000, fewer than 300,000 persons either speak or understand English. A Difference of Opinion. "Whose little boy are you?" "Well, grandma, Aunt Louise and mamma all claim me; but Farmer Jones says I'm a child of the devil, 'cause I croned some of his apples."— Detroit Free Press. When a girl over 26 Is still a belle, either her father is rich, or she lives In a big bouse, and gives partie*. BURYING THE DEAD AT MANILA. * gmm msmm& eg rMm. 1 1 wmm WRiaM pr y vt K s MÊ Æ ïtjX. •r ' 1 HOW THE DEAD ARE BURIED AT MANILA. The Manila cemetery consists of two circular walls, about seven feet thick pierced with holes, in which the coffins are placed. After a coffin has been de posited the hole is bricked up and faced with a memorial tablet. These graves are leased for five years, at the end of which time, unless the lease is renewed, the coffins are taken out and the bones thrown into a pile just outside the wall. The walls of the cemetery are constructed of earth and rubble faced with stone, and the tropical rains soak through and rot the coffins. This method of burial dates back to the days of the domination of the Spanish friars. All sorts of designs are placed on the memorial tablet which seals the tomb and sometimes after a lease expires and another body has been placed in the grave the same tablet is replaced. The women of Manila are ever faithful in their mourning for their dead and fresh wreaths adorn the tombs of the departed ones constantly. CHICAGO TO HAVE A HOME FOR DESTITUTE DOGS. Destitute dogs that have not the comforts of home will no longer be given the short shrift of the city pound in Chicago, owing to the minis trations of the exclusive set of society women, who have interested them selves in the cause of the lone lorn can ine. Led in the movement by Mrs. C. A. White, of Michigan avenue, 100 wom en will found a retreat for canines, called the Home for Destitute Dogs. Mrs. White is a lover of animals, and the sufferings of vagabond canines appeal especially to her. She has her self a large asortment of dogs of high - 3 » MRS. C. A. WHITE. degree, and lias entertained many a "blue ribboner" in her kennels. She possesses the finest Japanese spaniels in the country, and is Vice President of the Chicago Kennel Club. When Mrs. White Invited a number of her friends to her home to see if something could not be done for the four-footed friendless, she found enthu siastic support in her philanthropic plans from the women assembled. She argued that while there was a cat hos pital in the city, homeless dogs were unprovided for, and she proposed that a retreat for them be built. She offered to give up her intended visit to the sea shore to perfect the scheme. The site for the home has been selected and the work of putting up the home will soon be started. Sick as well as homeless dogs will be cared for, and the destitute dogs will be offered for adoption to any who will promise to care for them and treat them as a canine pet should be treated. Funds for maintaining the home will be secured by subscriptions. Dogs which cannot be cured will be made away with painlessly. of or of SAYS LONDON IS SQUALID. Eminent English Architect Compares It with Cities in Amerieu. A candid friend of London appeared recently, says the London Mail, in the person of Mr. 'Prevail, the new presi dent of the Society of Architects. In his presidential address at St. James hall Mr. Trevall said: "The impression that always palls upon one when returning from either the European or American continents to London is the wretchedly narrow and insignificant looking streets, with the low, mean, small shops and dwell ings by contrast with what we have just left behind us. It is of little in terest to be told just how many hun dreds of miles of the same sort of thing London contafhs more than does any other metropolis in Christendom or elsewhere. "The fact still remains in your mind In a general sense that London looks squalid and miserable by comparison and that feeling affects one for days, until he once more gets seasoned into the old haunts and relapses into that comfortable frame of mind thaL after all, even the Strand and Chancery lane, or Fleet street and Ludgate cir cus, with all their advertising aboml nations, look at least familiar and homely. "Take the city of London. It may have some of the finest commercial palaces in the world, rivaling those of old Venice herself, but look how they are huddled together. There is positively not the space to appreciate their design, their proportions, noi their detail. Compare the Champs Elysees, IMace de la Concorde, or the boulevards of Paris with our best streets and squares and where are we? "Or, say the Ringstrasses of Vienna, or the Boulevard Andrassy at Buda pest, or, carrying our thoughts across the Atlantic, to Broadway, Fifth av enue, Riverside and Central Park, New York; the Commonwealth av enue, Boston; Victoria square, Mont real; East avenue, Buffalo; Drexel boulevard, Washington avenue, or State street, Chicago; Pennsylvania avenue, Washington, or dozens of oth ers that might be named. Alongside of these our Strand, our Whitehall, our Victoria street, Regent street, Pic cadilly, Park lane, Oxford streeL etc., are but wretched apologies for what leading streets and thoroughfares should be. "If we except the Thames embank ment, Shaftesbury avenue and the new thoroughfare that is about to be made between the Strand and Holborn, nothing of an adequate scale to the size and importance of this metropo lis has yet been attempted. With the dilapidated, rickety, old ramshackle properties that we see in some of the best and most central parts of London, what Is wanted is a general rebuild ing and improving scheme fixed after mature deliberation by a competent central authority specially constituted by parliament, after consultation with the chief local authorities and perhaps the representative societies of archi tecture, sculpture and engineering, with a special regard to Its qualifica tions and fitness for the purpose. "This would be merely following the example that has been set in such capitals as Paris, Vienna and Wash ington." DAMAGED BY VIOLIN-PLAYING. Regular Vibrations of the Instrument Make Trouble with Walls. "What force least expected does the greatest damage to buildings?" Is a question which a representative of the Indianapolis News asked a well-known architect. The architect's answer may be a surprise to those who do not un derstand that it is the regularity of vi bration that makes it powerful. It is difficult to tell, replied the archi tect, but I will venture to say that you would never expect violin-playing to injure the walls of a building. Yet it certainly does. There have been in stances when the walls of stone and brick structures have been seriously damaged by the vibrations from a vio lin. Of course these cases are unusual but the facts are established. The vibrations of a violin are really serious in their unseen, unbounded force, and when they come with regu larity they exercise an influence upon structures of brick, stone or iron. Of course it takes continuous playing for many years to loosen masonry or to make Iron brittle, but it will do it in time. I have often thought of what the re sult might be if a man would stand at thebottomofanineteen-story light well on the first floor of the great Masonic Temple in Chicago, and play there con tinuously. The result could be more easily seen there than almost anywhere else, because the vibration gathers force as it sweeps upward. A man can feel the vibrations of a violin on an Iron-clad ocean vessel, and at the same time be unable to hear the music. It is the regularity which means so much. Like the constant dripping of water which wears away a stone, the Incessant vibration of the violin makes its way to the walls, and attacks their solidity. The husband of a Jealous wife nearly always thinks to himself, "Well, there Is some reason for It; I am a sweet old thing." Who Is the most worthless man you ever knew? , | I In a Livery Rig f «OIS name was William Lowther Jm| Hereford, but the Gales all called ^*>»him Billy except Mr. Gale, the head of the family, who didn't like the young fellow. Mr. Gale's dislike for Billy may have been prejudice or it may have been foresight, but it began while his son Bruce was at college, and was founded upon and strengthened by Bruce's stories of his friend's lawless ness. Bruce called it "spirits," but his father, who suspected that his boy's extravagance was due to bnd com pany, made a shrewd guess that Billy was at the bottom of all the devilment which kept Bruce in debt to tradesmen and in disfavor with his professors. But Bruce was loyal to his friend, brought him home for the -vacation at the end of their junior year and—made him acqual nted with Marjory, his only sister, nn im pulsive, beautiful nthletic and self willed girl of 20. The Gales expected to find Billy a rest less, laughing, har um-scarum "boy" of 24, and, ns Mr. Gale expressed it, "nobody expected much of him," but they were surpris ed, to say the leash at his appearance. Of good height, paler than the ath lete Bruce, with very black, wnvy hair, culm, wistful, gray eyes, a mouth like a woman's, gentle-mannered, low-voiced, sure ot himself, but modest, cheerful, without levity, handsome when he smiled, but seldom laughing; in a word, quite a contradiction to their anticipations of young man famous among his friends ns the most reckless, insubordinate, fun-loving roysterer thnt ever tanta lized a worthy dominie or upset the de corum of a morning chapel. "1 like him," said Mrs. Gale. "On his good behavior fora purpose," growled Papa Gale, who evidently did not like him. "He seems quite civilized," said Miss Marjory, rather spiritedly, but as no body gainsaid her opinion, she left the room and joined Bruce and Billy in the tennis court. His visit lasted but n fortnight then, but when he said good-by and drove away in the pony cart with Marjory, 'who was going to town anyway," ev erybody, including Mr. Gale, felt trifle lonesome. "He's poor, isn't he?" the rich man asked his son. "Yes, but he doesn't know it and wouldn't care if he did," replied the son. "How does he manage to 'hold up his end,' as you call it, at college?" Mr. Gale looked very foxy now. 'Oh, he doesn't spend money," smirked Bruce, "he doesn't have a Sr* Ni Not while there are spendthrifts like you to spend it for hlm, I sup pose!" grunted the "old man," whose ideas of economy were forever getting him into ill humor. He innrched off with a warning about the necessity for economy during the coming year, but Bruce lighted a cigarette and went whistling to the stables. Marjory came back In an hour looking quite forlorn. "You like him, don't you, Marjory?" her brother said, tossing a crab apple at a peacock. "Indeed I do," she answered frank ly. "He isn't a bit like what you like what I expected. If I were you, though, I'd quit telling papa about those pranks at col lege. He's so preju diced already that he just can't see any good in Bil—in Mr. Hereford. As for me, I don't mind telling you I don't believe he could do a mean thing if he tried." s \ And Bruce was grateful to his sis ter for these prals es of Billy, for, Belfisli as he was and necessary as Hereford's superior talents were to his success at college, he came nearer to loving Marjory than anyone except, per haps, himself. The winter after billy. Bruce graduated, after many objec tions from the pleasure loving youth he "weut into business" with his fath er on condition that Billy Hereford also be given a place In the office. Mr. Gale didn't like the idea, but as be happened to need a cashier, and as Bruce's heart seemed set on having his friend with him, and as he couldn' think of any serious "count" against Billy, the thing wns settled, and the two friends entered simultaneously as cashier and credit man of the Gale fac tory. Then it was Mr. Gale's turn to be astonished, not at Bruce's quick progress—that was to be expected of the son of so famous a business man— but at the almost supernatural aptness for all manners of commercial achieve ments which Billy at once displayed, In six months he was easily the best Informed man about the place. He coached Bruce now as he had coached him at college, taught him the myste ries of "double entry" and the science the itor its len ing the ed. YJ VI' ,/ 11 sv \ V of journalizing, "worked" him on the | books after office hours and divided the work with such effect that the tw® young men between them were soon equal to and familiar with every de partment of the business. Meanwhile Billy was a freruent vis itor at the Gale home. Mr. Gale con tinued to dislike his cashier, but he could find no fault with him. Mrs. Gala was beginning to "need" him. Marjory —but that was her secret. It was In November that Billy's vis its to the Gnle house suddenly ceased. "How Is Mr. Hereford?" asked Mar jory's mother, noticing the silenb sul len fnces of her husband and Bruce. "He's gone, absconded, robbed usl" roared Mr. Gale, with an oath. "Got away with $5,000 before-" "How dare you!" said Marjory, turn ing very pale, but her father paid no attention. Billy, he said, had mad» away with the money; an overdraft at the bank had betrayed the theft Ther» as no doubt about it, Hereford either could not or would not explain. That was enough for them to know. Mr. 1 Gale would let him go his ways, not! because he had any doubts of his guilt but, well, because be was Bruce's friend, or had been. It was early in June the following year that the Gales went East for Mar jory's sake. She had been falling for quite a while and the doctor urged * change of scene, sea air and what not. When they were Installed in their cot tage at Chelsea, Mrs. Gale telephoned fSr a phaeton with a driver to take Marjory along the shore drive. Her mother cautioned the man, who was bearded and bronzed, to be very cau tious. He seemed very nervous, al most ill, and his hand shook, but the girl climbed In and the phaeton start ed. When it was in the thicket at the foot of Rogers' Hill, Marjory, tears in her eyes and her lips quivering, put her wasted hand on his arm, on "the driver's" arm, and said: "I know you, Billy." "I wish you did, Miss Gale," he an swered very quietly, looking out across the sea. "I know you didn't do lb Billy," she whispered, "you needn't prove it, I'm quite satisfied--" He looked nround quickly, his fine eyes dilating, ids brunette face flushing beneath the tan. What—wlio—did Bruce tell you? He should not have done it. He prom ised me he would keep silent. But you won't hold it against him, will you. Miss Marjory. It was gambling, noth ing else. Bruce is nil right, Mnr—Miss «aie, just 'can't overlook a bet,' as we used to say. He promised me he'd quit it." But—so Bruce is 'all right,' but mean enough to let you suffer for him? He-" "No, no, he wanted to explain, to confess, Indeed he did," interrupted Billy, "didn't he tell you? I wouldn't let him. He had everything to lose and nothing to gain by disgracing him self, and nil of you. While I! What did it, what could it matter? I have nobody, no friends except Bruce— and-" "Y'ou have me, Billy." There was ft long pause before he said, "God bless you, Marjory. I hoped so, and—and I intended to find out for sure, but Bruce got away from me too soon, and then it was too late." And, though Marjory went driving every day till September, it took all her ingenuity nnd all lier eloquence to persuade her driver that the best thing to be done for Bruce, for herself, for Billy, for all of them, was to put her brother on his honor to "square" Here ford with Mr. Gule at any cost. And he did it—Chicago Record-Herald. COUNTING A BOY'S WORDS. Vocabulary of Children Greater than Was Believed. Max Muller in his "Science of Lan guage" referred to English laborer» who had not more than 300 words in their vocabulary. The correctness of this statement is disputed by the Pop ular Science Monthly. M. C. and H. Gale of the University of Minnesota, having made a close study of the ques tion, report that all such generaliza tions or estimates are misleading, and that the average child years old uses in one day from six to eight hun dred words. It Is not a burning question, and most people may not care to know how many words a child uses in a day, but Mrs. Gale did, and she made an actual count of words used by a boy and a girl. The boy, aged 2% years, used 751 different words in a day and made a record for the day of 9,290 words. A girl of the same age used 029 different words in a day and made a record of 8,992 words for the day. Of the 751 words used by the boy, 300 were nouns, 189 verbs, 83 adjec tives, 42 adverbs, 8 interjections, 27 pro nouns, 21 prepositions and 14 articles and conjunctions, and of all the differ ent words 04 per eeut were used in the first five hours of the day. The- full vocabulary of the boy was 1,432 and of the girl 1,308 words. Neither used in any one day all the words at his or her command. The boy used his own name 1,057 times in one day, while the girl used "I," "me" aud "my" 970 times and the word "little" 000 times. One boy, 2 years old, used 10,507 words In one day. The deductions from these facts are that a child is as active with its tongue as with its legs; that a child uses a larger proportion of verbs than the adult; that the "everlasting no" takes precedence of the subbmlsslve yes; that the child uses short words because of their serviceableness, but does not hesi tate to grapple with and modify long, hard words, and Invents words on im pulse when its needs require. Obser vation shows that a child of 4 or 5 does not use as many wordB In a day aB a child of 2; but there is no record of a boy of 8 who "wants to know."—« Ohicago Inter Ocean.