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NEWS BY CAMERA.
A NEW INDUSTRY HAS LATELY
SPRUNG UP,
JThe Desire of People to See What They
Are Beading About the Cause—Wash
ington is at Present the Head Center
of It. O
With the rise of the camera and the
increasing desire of the people to see
what they are reading about, a new
and great industry has sprung up in
the United States' The dimensions of
that part of the business which
devotes itself to securing pictures of
public men and events are marvelous.
Ten years ago worse than poor wood
cuts constituted the only means of
placing before the reader the idea of
the s^ene transpiring. To give a faiut
idea of the change it may be remarked
that at the White House the other
day, when the final ceremony of clos
ing the war with Spain took place,
no le&s than three leading photog
raphers were present. More, to the
scandal of Minister Cambon and his
fellow officials, the whole matter was
delayed some minutes because the men
at the machines were unable to prop
erly adjust their screens. It must not
be understood that the president ac
tually sat with a pen in his hand or
that Cambon was held in the^act of
signing it to let the photographers
catch up. But, nevertheless, the
whole affair was delayed some time in
order that the American people might
see just what was happening.
It is a common thing nowadays for
the big magazines and newspapers to
send expert photographers to Wash
ington for the express purpose of tak
ing a series of snap shots of promi
nent United States senators and repre
sentatives and other celebrities of the
national capital. At the same time
standard views of the public build
ings, officers of the president and the
various cabinet officers are taken in
stock for use as future occasions may
require. In fact, the library of a
modern newspaper is supposed to con
tain a photograph of practically every
man and woman of prominence in this
eountry, Europe, Asia and Africa, as
well as special pictures of foreign
capitals and others representing spe
cial views of private life at home and
abroad.
To a woman belonged the honor of
being the pioneer of this work. Miss
Frances Benjamin Johnson, of Wash
ington, really began the business of
developing photographs to such a
state of perfection and completeness
as to have them usèd in place of pen
and ink sketches. Her pictures were
first used in magazines as illustra
tions for descriptive stories about ten
or twelve years ago, and since then
she has steadily improved in her art
until she is now recognized as prob
ably the best amateur photographer of
portraits and interior house views in
Washington. Her skill is perfected to
such a high degree that when but one
photographer is to be present during
an important government function
she is usually selected.
THE NUTMEG TREE.
How the Fruit Grows and Is Prepared
for Use.
The nutmeg tree is largely cultivat
ed in the Banda Isles, Java, Sumatra,
and Bengal. It is an evergreen, and
usually grows to a height of about 25
feet. The leaves resemble those of the
laurel and are very aromatic; the
flowers are white and from two to
three grow on a peduncle. The nutmeg
grows from a reddish knob in the
center of the flower. When matured the
fruit is about the size of an apricot,
and looks very much like a peach; it
has a longitudinal groove on one side,
and when ripe bursts into two pieces,
thus exposing the inclosed seed cov
ered by what is known to commerce
as mace. The seed itself has a thick,
hard shell, and inside of the shell is
found the nutmeg proper. Much care
is used in drying the seed, and they
are not broken until the nutmegs in
side are loose enough to rattle. To
preserve the nutmegs from insects
they are soaked in sea water and lime.
Nutmeg trees begin to bear fruit when
about eight years old, and continue to
bear all the year round for sixty or
more years. Penang nutmegs are the
best; they are about an inch in length,
of a pale brown color externally, and
internally they are gray and have red
veins. v
Kipling to a Bereaved Father.
"People say that that kind of a
wound heals," says Rudyard Kipling,
writing to a father who has lost his
little son, "but it doesn't. It only
skins over, but there is at least some
black consolation to be got from the
old and bitter thought that the boy is
safe from the chances of the after
years. I don't know that that helps,
unies» you happen to know some man
who is under deeper sorrow than
yours—a man, say, who has watched
the t:hild of his begetting go body and
soul to the devil, and feels that he is
responsible. But it is the mother that
bore him who suffers most when the
young life goes out"
MUSIC AND BIRDS.
Successfully Used for the Reformation
of Boy Prisoners.
Another Instance of the moralizing
effect on French boys of the company
of song birds occurs to me, says Lon
don Truth. It came under my notice
at the Industrial School of Mettray,
near Tours. I was taken over that in
stitution by the founder, M. de Metz,
who, before he founded it, was a judge
of correctional police. He was a man
of the most subtle penetration. His
idea was to moralize the juvenile male
factors of towns by employing them at
farm labors. Connected with the in
dustrial school was a chalet in an in
closed garden. It was called La Mai
son Paternelle, and was reserved for
boys belonging to rich families v/ho
had been handed over to M. de Metz
for penal discipline. He only knew
their names. The chalet was full.
the cases were very bad. The first
stage of discipline was solitary confine
ment and lasted six months. The
whole course lasted eighteen months
at least, and after the solitary period
recreations, such as riding, gymnas
tics, boating, skating were allowed. I
was taken into the cells of these
"gilded" prisoners. Noticing in some
of them birds in Cages, I asked what
they meant. Just this: When a boy
gave signs of deep repentance, he was
allowed the companionship of a bird. If
he relapsed, the bird was taken away
—a fearful punishment, I was told.
But if he improved, he was given draw
ing materials and allowed to sketch
the bird. He was also given a flute. A
musical warder was sent every day
to play that instrument beside an
opened sliding panel in the door. The
bird picked up the airs. The captive
tried to pick them up, too, and in this
way had an innocent amusement.
.When progress went on, flowers and
water colors were given to the boy
The final stage of the solitary period
was gardening. I saw a boy who thrice
attempted to burn his father's chateau.
He succeeded, and in the dead of
night, the third time.
SAVED BY HER WIT.
For Her Clever Answer the Empress
Gave Her a Locket.
An amusing anecdote is told of the
pride the empress of Austria took in
her magnificent chestnut tresses,
which fell down to her ankles. She
used to have her hair brushed for
hours every day. Her majesty was
particularly anxious that the dresser
who brushed her long braids should
avoid pulling out a single hair. This,
of course, was an impossibilty, and the
unfortunate maid concealed carefully
in the pocket of her apron any hair
which became entangled in the brush.
One day the empress, happening to
glance into the looking-glass before
which she sat, caught sight of the
maid concealing a small roll of hair
in the above-described fashion. Jump
ing up from her rocking-chair, her
majesty grasped her attendant'3
hands, exclaiming: "I have caught
you at last! You are ruining my
hair!" With a presence of mind which
would have done honor to an expert
diplomat, the maid replied, unhesitat
ingly: "I implore your majesty to
forgive me; it never happened before.
I only wished to have some of my
sovereign's hair to put in the locket
which my little girl wears around her
neck as a talisman." Whether the
empress believed this clever invention
or not I do not know; but, shrugging
her shapely shoulders, she resumed
her seat, laughing heartily, and the
next day she presented her maid with
a locket enriched with diamonds, say
ing, with a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes: "I think this is the kind of a
talisman your little daughter deserves
for having such a clever mother."—
San Francisco Post.
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SUNSET AND SUNRISE.
L<ike the lSeauty of a Woman and a
Young Girl.
Sometimes one sees a sunrise. Gen
erally it is on a sleeping-car or else
where when one cannot claim credit
for the seeing, says the New York
Commercial Advertiser. Poets are lazy
creatures, else they would write more
about sunrises and sunsets. Sunrises
really suit them better; at least such
of them as are "of the air, airy." A
few of them are sunset men, but most
of them, in spite of the babble about
passion, are rather shimmery crea
tures, and the shimmery colors are the
sunrise colors—delicate pinks and yel
lows, such as the sunset never equals,
though Its colors are richer and more
satisfying in a way. The evening col
ors are like the beauty of a woman.
It seems as if the long experience of
the day had given them the depth and
richness that the experience of life gives
to the woman. The morning colors
are like the young girl, beautiful in
her promise more than in her pres
ent self. The sunset is what we need
at the end of the tiring day. We
steep our souls in its glorious coloring
and in its strength, and lose the dust
and weariness of the day. The sunrise
comes to us as we awaken. Its purity
appeals to us not to let our souls be
dragged down by the sordid day to
come. The sunrise is the consecration
preceding the action.
FOOLING AN AFRI CAN L.ON
Ruse Which a Hunter Employed to Save
His Life.
Only those familiar with the "man
ners and customs" of the elephant
have any idea what a nimble creature
it really is, says Chums. Massive and
slow-footed as it looks, it is capable,
when roused, of feats that would be
difficult for much fleeter animals. Es
pecially is this the case with African
elephants, which, though taller, are
generally lighter than their Asiatic
brethren. Moreover, accustomed for
ages to lead a wild life and often de
pending on their alertness and speed
of foot for their very existence, they
have acquired a skill In gymnastics
which has occasionally taken even old
elephant hunters by surprise. In illus
tration of this fact we are reminded
of a story told by one of the noble
army of British sportsmen in Africa.
He was "out after elephants," and had
just fired at and wounded a magnifi
cent specimen. Unfortunately for him,
he had only succeeded in slightly
wounding it, when, infuriated by the
attack, it turned and charged him. It
was a terrifying sight. With Its enor
mous ears spread out like sails, and
emitting shrill notes of rage, it came
thundering over the ground like a run
away locomotive. The hunter fired
another shot, but missed; his nerve
was shaken, and, throwing down hi3
"express" rifle, he sought safety in
flight. Near at hand was a steep hill
and to this he directed his steps, for,
being but slightly acquainted with the
climbing powers of the elephant, he
thought his pursuer might be baf
fled by the steepness of the ascent.
It was a terrible disappointment to
find that the elephant could climb a
hill just as quickly as the hunter,
nimble runner as he was. The fugi
tive, indeed, would have soon been
J overtaken if he had not thought of a
really ingenious ruse. He knew mat
elephants never run, or even, walk,
down a steep incline, but always crouch
down, gather their feet together, lean
well back and slide down. Just as
the ferocious animal had got within a
few yards of him, therefore, the wily
hunter suddenly doubled and ran down
the hill again. Quick as a flash the ele
phant turned, gathered himself to
gether, and, trumpeting with baf
fled rage, slid down after his victim.
The hunter had just time to spring out
of the way as the great beast came
"tobogganing" after him, smashing
trees and shrubs and carrying every
thing before it like an avalanche. Then
once more the hunter dashed to the
top of the hill, while the elephant, un
able to stop itself, went careering down
to the very foot, where, apparently
feeling very sore and disappointed, it
rose and walked wearily back to its na
tive woods.
MILL OWNED BY NEGROES.
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People Employed to Instruct th«
Colored Labor.
Sixty hands are now daily employed
in the mill of the Coleman Manufac
turing company at Concord, N. C.,
placing the machinery and getting the
mill ready to begin work. This is the
mill organized by colored people and
to be operated by colored labor, says
the Manufacturers' Record of Balti
more. Warren C. Coleman, the secre
tary and treasurer, was instrumental
in placing the stock, the bulk of which
was subscribed by colored people. The
capital 'stock is $50,000. The mill
building is 80 by 120 feet, three stories,
with a tower four stories and a chim
ney 20 by 100 feet, all neatly painted
and whitewashed. A waterworks sys
tem has been built in connection with
the mill, the source of supply being a
spring 1,100 feet distant. The com
pany owns 100 acres of land adjoining
the mill. J. C. Speckin of Indianapolis
is superintending the placing of a 200
horse-power Corliss engine and two
100-horse-power boilers. When the
mill begins operations, white people
will be employed to instruct the col
ored labor. The mill and its equip
ment cost about $65,000. It will op
erate 7,000 spindles and 100 looms.
All its officers are colored. By its
charter it will be allowed to spin,
iweave, manufacture, finish and sell
warps, yarns, cloth, prints or other
fabrics made of cotton, wool or other
material.
Her Skirts Rustle.
All is not silk-lined that rustles.
There is a lady in this town some of
whose skirts are silk-lined and give out
that relightful rustle that denotes the
aristocrat, says the New York Com
mercial Advertiser. Other of her skirts
are not, but they give out the same
rustle. For them she buys a yard of
the rustliest silk on the market and
sews it down the front of her gown,
where the action of her knees will pro
duce the most swishing effect, and then
she prances forth with as good an ap
pearance as the richest of them all.
And she has a silk-lined walk that for
bids the entrance of a suspicion into
the minds of the most suspicious. All
which proves her fertility of expedient,
and does not argue her more deceitful
than man, only more resourceful, more
alive to the "instant needs of things;"
for it Is not the silk lining the public
demand, but only the swish of it.
^HE FLOWER GIRL.
"Flowers, five cents a bunch!" This
cry came from the pale, tremulous lips
of a maiden of 18 summers. It was on
a crowded city street, and the heat was
so Intense that people were longing
to be once more in the seclusion of
their homes.
"I will take ten bunches," said a
polite voice In her ear. She turned
with a start. Ten bunches! She had
not sold a bunch today. With deft
fingers she selected the freshest and
best bunches, and with a look of grat
itude handed him the flowers.
Erla Seymons was a lovely girl, who
did all in her power to help her fee
ble mother. Some days she sold flow
ers.
As Harold Nelson and the young lady
with him (who was his sister) went
on their way Nena remarked: "What
a beautiful girl! What a pity she has
to sell flowers on the stfeet!"
Harold In his heart echoed her
words. This was not the first time ne
had seen Erla Seymons.
And Erla forgot to cry, "Flowers,
five cents a bunch!" She was stand
ing idle, her brown eyes fixed on va
cancy, thinking of what or whom?
Thinking, unconsciously, of the young
man whom she thought so kind.
That night in the library of the ele
gant mansion of the Nelsons Nena re
marked: "Harold and I saw such a
lovely girl; he was just smitten, and
on a flower girl, too."
"Nena, don't talk In riddles, but tell
me about it," said her mother, gently.
Then Nena, In her light-hearted fash
ion, related their experience of the
morning.
All through this recital the Hon.
Frederick Nelson listened intently, but
said nothing; he had also seen Erla,
the flowergirl, and x-emembered her.
The next day, as he was about to
hail a car, his ear caught the sound of
a voice saying, "flowers, five cents a
bunch."
"That is the girl," he muttered, "she
is the picture of Nella."
Why is this man talking in thi3
manner? We shall have to turn back
and read the past pages of the his
tory of the present Hon. Frederick
Nelson.
Years ago at college, he had for a
room-mate a young man about his own
age, named Leroy Seymons.
Leroy was a youth of steady habits
and good character. They soon be
came fast frieads and college chums.
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"FLOWERS, FIVE CENTS A
BUNCH."
But now something happened to cause
a drifting apart of the two. At an en
tertainment given by the students
they both first met Nella Stanton. Un
lucky day! Both met to love. One
night in the secrecy of their room they
agreed that each should do his best
to win, and that neither should Inter
fere with the other.
Nella favored Leroy and when he
proposed was accepted. When Fred
erick was told by Leroy that he had
been accepted the blow was hard, and
nearly stunned him. Then, as he fully
realized that Nella, whom he loved
nigh unto madness, loved Leroy, his
grief and rage knew no bounds.
He accused Leroy of treachery, say
ing he had not given him fair play.
He ended by calling him a traitor to
the holy bonds of friendship and say
ing he never wished to see his face
again. Stunned by such treatment, Le
roy uttered not a word, but, collect
ing his things, left the room.
From that day to this Frederick
Nelson and Leroy Seymons had not
looked into each other's faces. Shortly
after Frederick read of the marriage
of Leroy and Nella.
All this time Leroy and his young
wife were living happily together in a
distant city.
One year, two years, passed, and tue
couple were blessed with a beautiful
little daughter, whom they named Er
la.
She was the pride of their hearts;
all their thoughts and plans were for
her alone. One day a cruel blow fell
upon the head of Nella. Leroy had
been killed! O, the terrible anguish!
But she would be brave for her baby
girl's sake. After their money was
gone Nella hired some cheap rooms
and supported herself and Erla by her
needle And now she depended upon
her daughter for support, as her fra
gile health prevented her from even
this means of- support. Meanwhile
Frederick had married a refined girl
named Lottie Ashley, who, after the
first grief and disappointment passed
away, he loved. His one desire now
was to see his old friend again and
ask his forgiveness. Instead.of board
ing the car he retraced his steps and
walked to where Erla was standing.
"I will take the whole basket," he
said in a businesslike tone. Erla
could have fallen at his feet for grati
tude. She had sold only two bunches
all this morning, and now to sell the
whole basket, and mamma so much
needed some little luxury, and now she
would have it. Happy tears filled her
lustrous eyes, and she said in a trem
ulous voice: "O, sir, you are so kind!"
Not yet sure as to the correctness of
che deal which had taken such pos
session of him, he asked in a low
voice, in which the eagerness wa3 hid
den: "What is your name?" "My
name is Ella Seymons, sir." This was
the chance he had coveted; it was his
time. "Erla Seymons!" he ejaculated
in well-felgned surprise; "I used to
know a man by the name of Leroy
Seymons."
'That was my own dear father," re
plied Erla in a choking voice.
"Where is he now?" he asked in ex
citement which he could not suppress.
'He is dead, sir." This was indeed
hard when he thought himself so near
his desire.
"And your mother?" he asked, with
hesitation. ^ À
"She is feeble."
Two years have passed. Mrs. Sey
mons has regained her health and is
living comfortabbly (thanks to her
friend, Frederick Nelson). Erla is a
lovely, talented maiden of 20.
There is soon to be a grand wedding.
The happy couple are Harold Nelson
and Erla Seymons.—Boston Post.
STAGE ILLUSIONS.
How
and
Thunderstorms, Rain, Hail
Snow Are Imitated.
A curious part of stage illusion is
that which may be comprehended 1 un
der the term theatrical meteorology.
Whatever may be the state of the
weather outside, the stage manager
within can bring about rain and hail,
wind, or a thunderstorm at will, and
the illusion is so complete as to some
times make nervous members of the
audience insensibly shudder. Hail and
rain are represented by a closed wood
en cylinder about six feet long, which
is obstructed inside by various crosa
pieces, a quart of peas completing the
arrangement. By turning this cylin
der first one way up and then the
other the peas rattle through it with
close imitation to the sound of heavy
rain on a roof. The wind arrangement
consists of a wheel about two feet in
diameter, set in a frame like that of
a grindstone. This wheel is furnished
with ribs on its periphery somewhat
like the floats of a waterwheel, and
drawn tightly over the ribs is a piece
of thick silk. When the wheel is
turned the ribs rub against the silk,
and by turning the handle first quickly
and then slowly, a very good imita
tion of the soughing of the wind is
produced. Lightning may easily be
imitated by using chemical or electri
cal means, and the usual mode of pro
ducing thunder is by shaking a large
sheet of flexible iron plate. Some
theaters have, however, a far more
elaborate and effective thunder ar
rangement, which is used as an aux
iliary to the sheet of iron when a
storm is supposed to reach its height.
This consists of a number of cannon
balls held in a trough and allowed to
fall at the right moment, and to run
over a floor above the ceiling of the
theater. A snow storm is brought
about by a perforated revolving cylin
der above the stage, charged with pa
per cuttings. Unfortunately, these
messengers of frost have a habit of
resting on all kinds of projections and
dislodging themselves in subsequent
scenes when their presence is not de
sirable. Chamber's Journal.
VOTED FOR JACKSON.
And Proposed to His Present Wife on
the Same Day.
Mr. and Mrs. William Harvey John
son of Union, N. J., celebrated their
seventieth anniversary last week. The
present partner of the centenarian's
joy is not his first wife, since he was
a widower with one child when in 1828,
he sallied out one day in November,
with two errands to do. One was to
vote for Andrew Jackson for president,
a task most congenial to so ardent a
democrat; the other was to propose to
the girl on whom he had cast his eye
as the second mother to his 2-year-old
child. From that same eve, when she
softly whispered yes, their life has
been one long, uninterrupted suc
cession of quiet pleasure. Few can
boast of a second wife to have a sev
entieth anniversary with. Eleven
stalwart sons gathered around tue
wedding board, all in good situations,
married an< happy. The old gentle
man himself still farms a forty-acre
plot, and is as chipper as a young
chipmunk. He reads up every case of
old age that he can find, and is confi
dent that man may live to be 150.