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• TIMELY TOPICS 3 ÛuulâjljjuuuuCÎ History of a je, submerge. railway: Emerge, The farmers might erect a com tru$t * it would keep the beef trugt at bay,. In nine cases out of a possible ten It |l one's fault when the unexpected hap P ■ . f Women grow bid only for want of Rumebody to tell them they are young fp wer. . _ i Realism Is admirable In print or on |ha stage, but In everyday life It Is lather distressing. [•-Not until the automobile has died out fu a fad will It begin Its serious work •C disturbing the horse's graft augh ries tions like 'A and not to f When a doctor sues a dentist the pong-suffering public, though It come Rot by Its own, can afford to chuckle In Its sleeve. I The editor of the London Saturday Review has to . keep a file handy to bite on whenever he happens to think pf the United States. f Dream castles look beautiful to the poverty stricken builders down in the park places of the world, even though they sleep In boxes. F Whether a man appears distinguished looking to a woman depends either on (Whether he wears eyeglasses or the (way he brushes his hair. I There are more than 4,000 million aires in this country, but only a few Of them succeed In getting their names In the papers with any degree of regu larity. I Texas Is calling attention to her un commonly low death rate. Still, she takes pride In the fact that a handsome proportion of those who do die perform ghat feat with their boots on. any of he to He to of on Is In ( Richard Harding Davis Is at work jgpon his autobiography. It will take the form of a novel, In which the herb performs prodigies of valor, and Is à devil of a fellow with the girls. I A New York boy who was being tried In police court said: "If yer mother don't care for yer, yer ain't got no mother." The judge wisely refrained from trying to disprove the statement. ! In one of the New York "sky-scrap grs" the elevators refused to work just gs several thousand people were leav ing the building for their homes. Those obliged to walk down from the thirty? gne-story tower were displeased. 1 The affluence of the haughty chauf feur Is shown in bis abandonment of a »10 ,000 devil wagon In a country road because of a passing shower. A man (Who will risk that much money rather than take a wetting embodies what Mark Twain used to call the Insolence of affluence. An effort is being made In Sweden to use electricity In agriculture. A seed field is covered by a network of Wire and a strong electric current Is turned on during nights and chilly days, but cut off during sunny and Warm weather. The system was In vented by Prof. Lernst rom of Helsing fors, Finland. My lady may still have her sealskin coat, for the supply of seals is not quite exhausted. Although the Pribllof herds are growing smaller, Lieut. Bertholf of the navy has discovered two hitherto unknown rookeries on Karpa Island In the Shumagln group. Couth of the Alaskan peninsula, and seven hundred miles away from the old sealing grounds. It If there be no law to prevent a merci less public assault on the character of toe's mother, wife, daughter, sister, ■weetheart, how is the blighting blow to be legally neutralized? A woman's reputation Is not merchandise or money, to be divided or adjusted In tome petty court. It Is not a thing to be bandied about, decided by a jury, analyzed by attorneys or rehablllated In the press. Such attacks as provoked the San Francisco tragedy should be Impossible. The trouble Is that they are not And so long as they continue and husbands, fathers, brothers and friends have red blood In their veins there will be tragedies. To tell the truth when It ought not to be told Is often the meanest thing a newspaper or a person can do. it la easily possible for a truth to do more barm than a lie. We believe the worst habit of the worst newspapers Is hunt Ing up and printing truths that are not called for by any public Interest, f-rwi the effect of whose publication Is to bring shame and sometimes ruin upon Individuals or families. Men and women have been driven to suicide by baring their early mistakes or misfor tunes served up In sensational news papers for no other purpose than to make racy reading. Some of the most detested social pests are persons who plume themselves on their love of truth. Between the man or woman who will tell a white lie to shield an other and the one who, In season and out of season. Insists on telling "the truth, the whole truth and nothing but Che truth," commend us to the former. The Judges of many of the courts are tightening up on divorce decrees. The tendency Is a good one. Judge Cavan augh of Chicago says a man who mar ries takes upon himself certain obliga tions and wives are not to be cast aside like shoes. Not even when the matri monial shoes pinch? No. If the shoe pinches wear It until It becomes more comfortable. In ninety-nine cases of a hundred it Is matter of time and adjust ment. Judge Spring of New York says: 'A man takes a wife for better or worse, and because she does not conform her expenditures to his notions of economy there Is no ground for casting her from him." "For better or worse, for weal or woe." There is need of a revival of those old words pf the marriage cere mony. In most cases men and women who cast away the matrimonial shoe do not desire to go barefooted. They want to try another shoe. "I don't know anything about Uncle Russell's Intentions as to his money, but there's no reason why he should leave any of It to me. I'm able to take care of myself." That's what young Clifford Russell Gage, nephew of the million aire, say. Young Gage, after several years of employment In his uncle's Wall street office, has chosen to go on the stage. Evidently he did not consult his uncle about his Intentions, being him self of age and capable of choosing his own future. Anyway, he displays the right spirit A young man who knows he Is capable of taking care of himself need not worry about the intentions of rich relatives. If the relatives choose to bequeath him money, well and good. He knows how to take care of It and properly use It. If the relatives choose to bequeath their money to some one else or to charity he Is able to take care of himself without It. He who depends on crutches does not develop the mus cles of his legs. And when the crutches are gone he Is helpless. Nothing Is worth the having in this life save that which a man wins for himself. Money Is a convenience. But It will not buy the real things of life. Often it stands In the way of achieving real things. Success to young Gage. Success and happiness to all such Independent, fear less, American spirits. If I My Be When the campanile at Venice Is re built we will follow as closely as possi ble the lines of the original structure. Yet somewhere In the Eastern half of this country every day some man sets out to rebuild, or "Improve," a sturdy old mansion, and disfigures It with plate glass, bay windows, Queen Anne towers, or Jig-saw abominations never dreamed of by the earlier builder. The campanile was, and will be, a part in a harmonious whole. So, too, should be the features and fittings of a house— not to say a neighborhood—and our old colonial houses are fine enough to stana upon their merits. The sentiment that should govern their owners was shown In Plymouth, Mass., when the pur chaser of the Winslow mansion em ployed an eminent architect to restore It to Its original form, and when an other property holder, preparatory to building a business block In the vF' cinity, required his architect to de* sign a structure which should har monize with the Winslow house. Such memorials of the past demand of us that we reverence antiquity, respect the fitness of things, let well enougn alone. We may restore when decay threatens any part, but we have no right to "tinker." To do that "Is to falsify history and outrage art. It is as grotesque an absurdity as it would be to display upon some staid oio grandmother the silliest extremes of Paris fashion. Even commercial com mon sense sustains these views. Vis itors from more newly-settled regions like to see a colonial house as It was in the day of It," and the house that has not been tampered with Is the one they are most likely to buy. In the interest of historic architecture it is much to be desired that such apprecia tive strangers should purchase every ancient mansion that stands In dangei of Incongruous "improvement." of or In to be not a la are Is and by to who of an and "the but are The Some Hints as to Diet. An exclusively pork diet tends Infal libly to pessimism. Beef, If persevered In for months, makes a man strong, en ergetic and audacious. A mutton diet continued for any length of time tends to melancholia, while veal eaters grad ually lose energy and gayety. The free use of eggs and milk tend to make women healthy and vivacious. Butter used In excess renders Its users phleg matic and lazy. Apples are excellent for brain workers, and everybody who has much Intellectual work to do should eat them freely. Potatoes, on the contrary, render one dull, invidious and lazy when eaten constantly and In excess. To preserve the memory, even to an advanced age, nothing Is better than mustard. Frozen Milk in Labrador. Cows are scarce In Labrador, be cause It Is difficult to keep them In the extremely cold weather. The natives procure their milk for t the winter and then kill their cows. The milk Is kept in barrels, where it freezes, and never turns sour throughout the entire sea son. When one wishes to use any milk he has simply to go to the barrel and cut out a slice. Persia's Sacred Camels. The western part of Persia Is Inhab ited by a species of camel which Is the pigmy of Its kind. These camels are snow-white, and are on that account almost worshiped by the people. The Shah presented the municipality of Berlin with two of these little wonders. The larger Is twenty-seven Inches high and weighs slxty-one pounds. Temperature Is Rising. The average temperature of Great Britain has risen 11-3 degrees within the last half century. January is now nearly three degrees warmer than It was. In the the If of of of a I ANTE LUGE!*. If I could know that in some genial clime This marred, imperfect life might e'er attain The goal toward which I almost hope less strain, WiDi patience I could tread" the paths of Time. Now, tortoise like, through winter's cheer less rime, And summer days that seem too fair for pain, I onward toil, the height afar to gain, Which seems each day more distant and sublime. My soul has deeps that never yet were stirred, My heart has pulses which have never thrilled; They wait in vain some magic master word, Some unknown purpose to be yet ful filled. : Death, when I meet, at last, thy dread eclipse, Be thou to me my soul's apocalypse! A SINGULAR GUEST the are of It TÎVJÏÎ R ' HENRY APPS, of Hoxton, WM completed the fixing of tlve wires on the lawn of Hasleigh Court He looked up at the dim light In the dressing room, and . chuckled softly as he bent the last yard of wire. "A trip In time," said Mr. Apps, "saves nine." He threw the rope ladder gently In the air, and at the first effort It caught the projecting nail. "Once on board the lugger," quoted Mr. Apps, facetiously, as he mounted the rope ladder, " 'and the gurl is mine.' " He opened the window very gently and soon stood inside the dressing room. Near the table In the corner of the room was an iron safe. "Well, I'm jiggered," exclaimed Mr. Apps. He loosened the flaps of his fur cap and mopped his brow with the back of his hand. "Well, I'm jiggered! If they 'aven't been and left the key in for me. I might have sived myself a lot of trouble If I'd a knowed." Mr. Apps swung open the heavy door of the safe and listened to the music down stairs. Young Lady Staplehurst was giving (as Mr. Apps well knew) a dance, a fancy dress dance, on her re turn from the continent, after her term of widowhood. "I'll jest see, first of all," he said,"that the coast is absolutely clear, and then— then for a bagful." #Ir. Henry Apps stepped out Into the broad passage. He slouched, with his jimmy sticking out of his capacious side pocket, a few steps toward the stairs. Suddenly a girlish figure turned the cor ridor. "Bless my 'art!" cried Mr. Apps. "Why, how do you do?" .said the young lady, stepping forward. She gave a soft laugh that was very pleasant, "This is really delightful. Do you know, I recognized you at once in spite of the costume." She held the hand of Mr. Apps for a moment, causing that gentleman to gasp for breath, and called one of the maids. "Just bring me a pencil and a card," she said. "I must arrange for a carriage to take Captain Norman to his hotel in the morning. I wasn't sure that he would come." "I can walk," remarked Mr. Apps, with restored self-possession. "I won't hear of it. When shall we say, now?" "Say in an hour's time," said Mr. Apps. "I can go upstairs again alone, change my togs and do all I want to, "And can't you stay longer?" She gave the card to the maid, and ordered It to be dispatched at once. I've got a busy night before me,' urged Mr. Apps, exclusively. He thought of his dog waiting on the lawn, and feared it might give an Inopportune bark. Besides, the safe was still open and the diamonds were waiting for him. He had noticed with satisfaction Lady Staplehurst was wearing none. "You were always an active man, captain." Always a-dolng something,." agreed Mr. Apps. "If it isn't one thing it' another." He shook his head reflective ly. "I offen wonder I don't write a book about It all." "I don't believe you will know any body here, Captain Norman," she said, as they walked down stairs; "but couldn't help sending you a card, seeing how friendly we were on the Peshawur. Do you remember those evenings on deck In the Red Sea?" She was really a very fine young woman, and In her costume she looked extremely well. Do I not?" said Mr. Apps, with much fervor. "Shall I ever forget 'em?" "And then the journey from Brindisi, you know; and that funny little Ger man—you remember him?" "He was a knock-out, that German was." "And the girl who played the banjo, and-" "It was great," agreed Mr. Apps— great." The large ballroom was very full, small covey of brightly dressed young people flew toward the young hostess to complain of her temporary absence from the room and a broad-shouldered Gondolier shook hands with her and took up her card with something of an air of proprietorship. "I thought I had left the key In the —excuse me." The young hostess took back her card from the Gondolier, am engaged to Captain Norman. You don't know him? Allow me." "Pleased to meet you," said Mr. Hen ry Apps. " 'Ow's the world using you?" "That's an. original costume of yours, Captain Norman," remarked the Gon dolier. "I don't know that I've ever seen anything so daringly real before." "Well, wot of It?" demanded Mr. Apps, with sudden aggressiveness. "Wot'e-the odds to you wot I like to wear? You needn't think you're "Oaptain Norman," interposed the young hostess, laughingly,"you mustn't overdo the part. Look here. I've put And no man fully, way our name down for this'waltz, but if you like we'll sit It out—that is, If you promise to keep up that diverting East End talk. I like it. Do you think you can manage to do so?" "Ra-ther!" said Mr. Apps. "And It is a capital make-up, Captain Norman," she went on. "Do you know that at first, Just for one moment, I thought you were a real burglar." "Fancy that now!" said Mr. Apps. He was relieved at seeing an obvious way out of bis difficulty. "There'B nothing like doing the thing In a proper, straightforward w'y." And," said Lady Staplehurst, with her fan on his arm, as they walked across the room, "you have got the East End accent capitally." " 'Taiu't so dusty, Is It?" She beckoned to the Gondolier. "Captain Norman and I are great friends," she said, In an explanatory way. "He has not been long home from abroad, and he knows scarcely any one." Not a blessed soul," echoed Mr. Apps. You must let me show you round a bit, Captain Norman," said the Gon dolier, with determined geniality. "Can you come round to my club one night this week?" "Whaffor?"'demanded Mr. Apps, sus piciously. Why, to dine! Say Thursday." 'Eavens knows where Î shall be on Fursday," said Mr. Apps. ,'T don't "You must consider me at your dis posal If you require any introductions, know a good lot of people, and any friend of Lady Staplehurst's-" Oh, come off the roof," said Mr. Apps, with much discontent; "wot's the use of forking ?" "Isn't It capital?" asked Lady Staple hurst of the Gondolier, delightfully. 'How much more Interesting it would be If every one would only talk to me in their character." Lady Staplehurst rose with something of a hurry In her manner and spoke to Henry VIII. "What regiment do you belong to, Captain Norman?" asked the Gondolier. Find out," said Mr. Apps. Am I too curious? I know very little of the army, I'm afraid." The Gon dolier was resolved to be agreeable to Lady Staplehurst's friend. "I always dodge the army nights in the house. 1 Suppose you know several of the Ser vice members?" I know as many as I want to know," said Mr. Apps, evasively. "A man In my position of life 'as to be a bit care ful who he mixes up with." The hostess returned from Henry VIII. "I can make nothing of this man,' wntsperea the Gondolier to her, as he rose. "I think he's silly." If you knew his qualities you wouldn't speak of him like that" She resumed her seat by the side of Mr. Henry Apps. "Well, blow me!" said Lady Staple hurst, screwing her pretty mouth In her effort to imitate the Cockney's accent 'blow me If this ain't a fair take—I mean tike dahn," she laughed. "It's of no use, Captain Norman. I can't talk as you can." 'It's a gift," said Mr. Apps, "that's what It Is." You don't want to be Introduced to anybody here, I suppose?" "Not me." "You have heard of-" She pointed in the direction of the Gondolier. "All I want to." "He's really making a big name In the house, you know. I watch his ca reer with great Interest." Thinks a Jolly lot of hisself." ■Oh, I think a lot of him, too," re marked Lady Staplehurst, pleasantly And Is that a jimmy sticking out of your Jacket pocket? This is, Indeed, realism. You don't know how It works I suppose?" "Well, I've got a kind of hidea," said Mr. Apps. "Look 'ere. You put this end in and-" Mr. Apps found himself quite excited tn the explanations that he gave. It was a new sensation to meet one who showed an Intelligent interest lq his profession, and he could not help feel Ing flattered. Looking up, he saw the Gondolier gazing at him. "He don't look that 'appy, that chap, said Mr. Apps. "Will you excuse me for one mo ment?" "Wot are you going up to, miss?" he Bald apprehensively. "I want to speak to him." "Oh!" (with relief) "I don't mind that." While Lady Staplehurst was making the Gondolier resume his ordinary ex pression, Mr. Apps thought and thought The couples promenading after the waltz looked curiously at him. "It's the rummlest show you was ever In, 'Enery," said Mr. Apps; "you're 'avlng 'em on toast, you are; but you'll be glad to get upstairs agen. You want them diamonds, that's wot you want. Time means money to you, 'Enery.' Lady Staplehurst hurried toward the dooyway. A murmur of amusement went through the room as the guests saw a new arrival In the costume of a police constable, accompanied by man In plain clothes. Mr. Apps, think Ing over his exploits, gazing abstracted ly at his boots, regretting their want of polish, did not see them until the plain clothes man tapped him on the shoulder. "What, Apps, again?" exclaimed the man. "Yus," said the burglar, discontented ly. "Yus, it Is Apps agine, Mr. Walker. you the far? bling glar, to ley ing, ary and and er the ed. It It In as And vurry glad you are to see him, I've no daht." i - ■Always a pleasure to meet a gentle man like you," said Mr. Walker, cheer fully, as he conducted him to the door way Not "I've wanted to run up against ! It he the of the the the you before, Much commotion In the ballroom at the diverting little scene. General agreement that Lady Staplehurst was a perfect genius at entertaining. ; But, loveliest gitl," said' the Gon dolier, confidently, to Lady Staplehurst, isn't this carrying a Joke rather too far? That's a real-detective.'V I know," said the loveliest glr(, trem bling now a little. "That's a real bur glar, too." , A real-" . , "Yes, yes. Don't make a fuss. I don't want the dance spoilt. Take me down to supper, like a good fellow.—Waver ley Magazine. 1 , CHASED BV A BLIZZARD, Lively Ron from a Snow Squall In the Far -North. A sportsman who was hunting ptar migan in the far North describes an exciting experience which attended the chase. After a "find" and several suc cessful shots, the hunter pocketed the three birds he had secured for mount ing, and looked at Joe, the Indian guide. Instead of wearing the custom ary grin, Joe's faèe looked as grave and solemn ns an owl's. Bad luck kill dem," said he. 1 "Look dur!" Something In his voice startled me, and my eyes flashed northward, whith er his long arm pointed. Under great stress a man sometimes thinks of whimsical things. What I thought was: "I've killed three pups of the Nor.th Pole, and here's the whole arctic circle coming south to see about it." Rolling steadily down, like snowy surf, mountains high, come a squall he like of which I had never seen. The white mass seemed thick enough for good snow-shoeing, and the way In which Its deadly advance blotted out the landscape was absolutely terrify ing. Come quick!" cried Joe, as he turn ed. Only those who have chased an In dian on snowshoes about two jumps ahead of a blizzard can understand what followed. All I could see was Joe's dim back rising and falling !n mighty effort. We ran In deadly earn est— no picking of the path, no any thing but chase, chase, chase. All the while the snow thickened and the wind shouted louder and louder. Then we heard the true howl of the White Wolf of the North, as men hear It when the sea solidifies. Mercifully It was at our back. At last came the blessed "second wind," and none too soon, for it found me rocking. The snow-padded back was ten yards ahead now, rising and falling with the same old mo*'nr, f,v and anon a savage swirl would hide It In a blur of white. I mentally vowed that not for my life would I let that back get out of my sight. Indlan-like, Joe had no Idea of halting or looking round to see how I fared. I was to follow. If I failed to do so that was my affair. He was going to the cabin by the shortest route. If I failed to make It he would hunt for me—after the weather cleared. If I lost him, what then? I would follow the trail as far as I could, and then curl up. The cold would freeze me stiff In twenty min utes, and then the White Wolf of the North would come and nuzzle for ears, nose and every projecting mouthful and they would snap like Icicles. A rasp of a twig across my cold nose startled and hurt me, so that I noticed was running Into cover. The edge of the woods! Yes, there was Joe's track, and Joe himself was just ahead. In ten minutes we were at the cabin, and fifteen minutes later, when we had got rid of our snowy outer garb, Joe raised his drawn face from his hands, and said: "Bad to kill dem white snowbird but you good man. Run Hke bull moose, else los'." t On Its Own Merita. A young man who spent his summer vacation on a Maine farm says that new instances of the thrift and shrewd ness of his landlady are constantly thrusting, themselves upon his atten tion. One day a wagonload of unexpected relatives descended on the farm, and the mistress was, as she afterward frankly said, "put to It" to provide enough food for dinner. She brought forward among other things an apple pie, which seemed to the boarder far Inferior to the pies she usually made. But when she served It she spoke of her reputation as a plemaker. 'They do say at the sociables that nobody's pies quite come up to mine,' she remarked, with a beaming smile; 'and apple pies are what you might call my specialty. I've often been asked for the receipt, but I tell 'em It's knack and judgment does It, not rule." The pie disappeared, and then, when her guests were not as hungry as they had been, she brought forth a second pie, flaky of crust and luscious to the taste. 'Why, Aunt Mary," Bald the youngest of the party, a boy of twelve, "I think this pie's ever so much better than the other, and you haven't Bald a word about It!" His aunt looked at him without so much as a twinkle In her eyes. "This one will go down without prais ing, I reckon," she said, gravely. ble gan, He of old, In cle as fall his be of of It a We are awfully tired of seeing tbe phrase, "She drew herself to her full height," Just as If a w»*uan were jack-knife. A real old-fashioned cook has greater contempt for a dinner served in couraos than for anything else in the world. FORTUNE GONE IN SMOKE. Indiana Judge Spende 028,000 on UCs* time's Cigars. A fortune gone up tn tobacco smoke. Not by accident or In wholesale speeu ! lation, but at the seemingly impose! of the the so ble rate of one cigar at a time. That Is*the record of Judge Tlghlman A. Ho gan, of Valparaiso, one of the pioneer residents and a leading Democratic politician of northwestern Indiana. Judge Hogan presides over the des tinies of the. city court of Valparaiso. He has been on the bench since the Legislature allowed the organization of municipal courts. He Is 76 years old, hale and vigorous, and enjoys the personal friendship of almost every man, woman and child In Valparaiso. In the pioneer days of the village "Un cle Till," as he is universally called, held a commanding position In Its little business world. He operated a fac tory, amassed a comfortable fortune^ as fortunes went in those aa>«, and was a leader In everything. As the years went on. however, fortune played an unkind trick or two upon her erstwhile favorite, and his financial fall was heard. For a number of years his lot was an exceedingly precarious cme, but his old-time friends never wavered tn their loyalty, and after a while better days came again. The one personal habit which has always held Uncle Till a faithful dev otee Is that of smoking. My Lady Nicotine has few more devoted sub jects. Ever since his boyhood. It might JUDGE T. ▲. HOGAN. be said, he has averaged from eight to twenty-five cigars a day. In bis days of prosperous middle age these were the most expensive of Imported weeds, costing from a shilling to a half dollar each. Hts present average is 25-cent cigars dally. A close estimate of the money Judge Hogan has seen ascend in gracefully curling ringlets during hts lifetime places the amount at $28,000—a com fortable fortune even in this day of capitalistic combinations. It Is, tn fact, competency which would support a man In modest comfort for the term of his natural life If properly mvested. It will average something more than a„uai a tin; rur every single day or the judge's seventy-six years of life, with no discount off for Sundays or le gal holidays. It Is many times more than his bread has cost him; probably more than his meat has cost, tor ne is a moderate liver upon plain and sub stantial fare. Perhaps the most surprising feature of the strange story Is that Judge Ho gan's Intimacy with Lady Nicotine successfully gives the lie to the baleful prophecies and warnings of the tract writers and physiologists. For not withstanding his unswerving fidelity to the weed, he enjoys as good health at 76 as the average man does at less than half his age. He Is hearty and vigorous, a lover of the theater and good literature, fond of the outer air and most methodical In hts dally life. Nor Is he Inclined to at all begrudge the money that his smoking has cost him. He believes that he has received the equitable value of all the money he has spent thus. THE MONTE CARLO COAT. tbe full This Is one of the most novel of the new short coats. It Is built on the lines of the kimono, which will Influence both day and evening wraps. A Voice from tbe Dead. "If that's my grandfather speaking," •aid the man who bad paid his coin, "there must be something wrong, for I can't understand him." "He's speaking in Latin, you know," said the medium. "I'll have to trans late it for you." "But he never spoke a word of Latin in his life.*' "Perhaps not, but he's dead now, and Latin is one of the dead languages."— Philadelphia Press.