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E-" 1 I $ .' F- Ite Bis IK i- *&$> & •it ir IP il 1- •I .V tf»A j» #8 T« MS ELIZABETHAN POEM. Shall I, -wasting in despair. Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with cart 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the fiow'ry meads in Hay, If she thinks not well of me, What care I how fair she bel Be she good, or kind, or fair, .. I will ne'er the more despair If she love me, this believe: I will die ere she shall grievej If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go. If she be not fair for me, What care I for whom she bel —George Wither (1688-1667). The Convict *0- 1* $m •88§1 &?'• |r v. 4 9 & It was noon. The dark, fray walls of the old penitentiary were baking In the rayB of the burning Bun, which (ell like searchlights through the little windows into the narrow cells within. The Inside walls, like the outside ones, were cheerless and gray, with nothing to relieve the monotony of their blinds but printed copies of the prison regulations, which consisted only of the things prisoners were not allowed to do. The work went slowly, and-the long ing for the outBlde world, the blue sky and the green fields grew in the hearts of many of the hapless beings behind lock and bars. Nobody felt less like working than the giant pris oner In the second tier of cells, who was feared of the wardens and his fel low prisoners because of his enormous strength and violent temper. Just now he was trying to make a basket, but time and again his hands dropped down Into his lap and he listened to the regular knocklngs on the water pipes, which, like the wireless teleg raphy, carried messages from cell to cell. A smile spread over the face of the giant when he succeeded In putting the letters together to words and the STEPS WERE HEARD OUTSIDE. words to sentences. Suddenly the 6mlle disappeared, and In its place came a hard, almost ferocious expres sion. Steps were heard outside in the hall. It was the turnkey. The con vict saw him, so to speak, with his ears, coming down the long hall, broad-shouldered, well-nourished and self-satisfied, carrying his bunch of keys In his hand. What could he want here this time of the day, when it was the rule never to disturb the convicts? The giant was literally foaming with fury. Was he to be punished once more for some petty violation of the rules? The keepers always knew how to find fault In those they* did not like Nearer and nearer came the steps, and now they stopped outside the door. A thought shot like lightning through the convict's brain. The turnkey was alone. Undoubtedly there was not even a guard In the hall dur ing the quiet noon hour. Behind the loose brick In the wall was a sharp piece of Iron, which he had sharpened during the long months he had been confined to the cell. Outside the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the woods were green. A key turned In the door. The turnkey came In, but in the same moment he fell to the ground as If struck down by lightning. With ter rible force the giant had buried the Bharp Instrument in his temple. The convict did not even look at his victim. With staring eyes he sneaked down the hall. Every mo ment he stopped, listened and looked around. He felt nothing but a great Joy at the success of his deed. Now the road to freedom was open, the prison door was open, there was no guard outside. The giant had now reached the yard. It was as If heaven Itself had decided that he should be a free man. Near the wall stood a chopping block and a ladder. He placed the ladder on top of the block, vaulted over the wall and let himself fall down on the out side. For a moment he laid there abso lutely quiet, without moving hand or foot. Had he broken a limb In the fall? No, he felc plainly that he was un hurt, and he had only one thought— to got away. He jumped to his feet and ran as fast as his trembling legs would carry him across fields, over hedges and fences, until he reached the woods, panting and exhausted. Completely tired out, he threw him Relf down In the grass under a shady beech tree, and, half asleep, looked through the green foliage at the blue sky and the white clouds beyond. A sinner to whom the gates of heaven had opened could feel no hap pier than he did. But only a short hour was given him to enjoy his liberty. Suddenly he heard a nolae of many voices, footsteps and excited signals, lie jumped to Ills feet, picked up a heavy branch lying close to him in the grass, and. brandishing it around his head, he disappeared In the woods. Too many men were following him, however. Five minutes later the giant In bound ami gagged on the ground, with a rifle bullet In one leg. He was carried back to the peniten tiary In triumph. The Inspector stood In his office be hind the rail arid looked at blm sternly. The convict, who was now chained hand and foot, cast down his eyes and seciued absolutely broken. Ho mum bled something to himself, which sounded like an excuse: "Why did he come?" A shadow of sincere sorrow came I to the inspecta r's face as he answer- He then dispatched four swift In dian runners in different directions with orders not to return without the murderer. After a week's time they returned bearing the malefactor bound In their midst. A council of old men was called, and the case was exam ined. The guilt of the mozo was proved, as he still had with him the strange pieces of gold. Then the old chief gave the sen tence. It was BpeedUy They led the FOURTEENTH- Who wrote the fourteenth amendment? is a question which has beeu answered so variously that any new and authoritative word on the subject is sure to claim attention from students of political history. In a book re cently Isssued called "The Adoption of the Fourteenth Amendment," Horace Edgar Flack devotes some space to the claims advanced in behalf of differ ent persons, among them Judge Stephen Neal, who died at Lebanon, Ind., In June, 1905, Robert Dale Owen, the communist, and John A. Bingham, Congressman from Ohio. At the time of Judge Neal's death the papers throughout the country quite generally recognized him as the father of the amendment. Judge Neal himself firmly believed that the amendment, as adopted, followed a measure which he had formulated and sent to Godlove Stoner Orth, an In timate friend, at that time representative In Congress from the Lebanon district. To support this claim he had preserved a .letter from Congress man Orth In which the latter told him that he had submitted Neal's plan to the congressional committee of fifteen, considering reconstruction meas ures, and that the committee had adopted It almost verbatim. An unprejudiced and dispassionate reader of Mr. Flack's book will probably agree with him that the amendment was really not the product of one mind, but of many that it was not a spontaneous creation, but a product of evolution, and that its growtji from the time when Its first sec tion was presented to the reconstruction committee until all its five hetero geneous propositions were finally adopted by sufficient States to make it a part of the Constitution can be traced in the records of the period. When Congress refused to accept President Johnson's reconstruction plana and claimed for itself the right to determine conditions on which the seceding States should be admitted Into the Union, a joint committee of fifteen was appointed by the two houses to take into consideration the whole subject of reconstruction. The thirteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth amendments were adopted as reconstruction measures. The fourteenth was undoubtedly adopted by Con gress in the hope that it would deprive the South of what Northern Repub licans considered unfair use of political power by granting to negroes the franchise, which they would use in support of the party which had freed them. Strangely enough, the second section of the amendment, which by appealing to the self-interest of the Southern States compelled the granting of the suffrage to the negro, has not accomplished its object, several South ern States having educational qualifications which practically shut out illit erate blacks. But It has established the principle that a higher qualification than that of race must serve as the basis of the voting privilege. A Bharp distinction exists between the war amendments and the eleven which preceded them, as Mr. Flack states In his book. "The first eleven amendments to the Constitution of the United States," he writes, "were in tended as check or limitations on the federal government and had their origin in a spirit of Jealousy on the part of the States. This jealousy was largely due to the fear that the federal government might become too strong and centralized unless restrictions were imposed upon it. The war amend ments marked a new departure and a new epoch in the constitutional his tory of the country, since they trench directly upon the powers of the States, being in this respect just the opposite of the early amendments." ed In an almost inaudible voice: "I sent him to bring you here that I might Inform you that you had been pardoned." Then the murderer was led back to his cell.—Philadelphia Bulletin. AN INDIAN MUBDEREB. Hla Fenrfnl Punlnhment by a Primi tive Mexican Tribe. Speaking of primitive law among the Mexican Indians brings to mind a curious case that was told me some years ago in the State of Oaxaca by an old Zapoteca chief who had become a convert to Christianity. He said that a long while ago an American botanist was traveling through the mountains of Qaxaca studying the rare and beautiful flora of that region. He had with him a mozo from another part of the coun try. He carried Beveral gold pieces sewed in the lining of his jacket. The mozo became aware of that fact, and one day when the botanist got down on his knees to drink at a little spring the mozo cut his head off with a machette, took the gold pieces and fled to the higher sierras. Not long after the body was found by some Zapoteca Indians who had seen the botanist In former days studying the flowers and plants near their village. They knew that ho was a harmless and good man because he loved flowers. All Mexican Indians love flowers. So they took the body to the chief and told blm what they had seen and found. "What!" he said. "Shall the kind stranger with the white face who loved flowers and sought not our goods nor insulted our women come to such a dog's death among us and be not avenged?" performed. trembling murderer to the center of the little plaza. There p. four green stakes were driven in the ground. The murderer was stripped naked and stretched by the wrists and feet in the air among the four Btakes, to which he was lashed. Then the In dians made a great heap of unslaked lime under the wretched man's body, and when the heap touched his breast and sides they poured water over It until the scalding steam of the burn ing lime had cooked all the flesh from the bones. Then they took the bones and threw them into a hole on the mountain side. And so was the stain of the mur dered man's blood covered and venge ance ^was wrought by the Indians In behalf of "the white stranger who was good and loved flowers."—Mexican Exchange. LIVE STOCK NOTE. A Miss Cltee—Your pigs are quite fat, aren't they? Farmer Yappe—Yes, marm. Miss Cltee—It will be necessary for them to grow a great deal thinner, I suppose, before you can use th.em,.for sparerlbs? That Wheezy Sound. "Say, Inquired the boy next door of the little girl whose father suffered from asthma, "what makes your fath er wheeze so?" "I guess it's one of his inside or gans playing!"—Puck. The RlKllt Side. Patience—They say a man's beard is generally heavier on the right side of his face. Patrice—I don't see. then, why a girl always tries to get on the right side of a man! Every girl Imagines that, had she lived in the days when knigTits were bold and bad, she would have ueen stolen pretty frequently. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BUILDING IN THE WORLD. -m P' "IS® HU Ih 1* hh| •"•111 —Xiir- $ SMI *Z THE TAJ MAHAL SEEN FROM THE GARDENS. There has recently been hung in the marvelous tomb which Shah Jehan erected to the memory of bis wife a lamp which Lord Curzon haa presented to this shrine of undying love. Lord Curzon gave It as "a last tribute of respect to the glories of Agra" which rise "like a vision of eternal beauty" in his memory. The Illustration depicts much of the beauty of this white wonder, which lias been described as possessing the delicacy of an opening rose. mm JSfrfs OLD SKIDDLE-DE-WINK. Old Skiddle-de-Wlnk went 'bllnkety blink, And he couldnt see a mite Yet what do you think! Old -Skiddle de-Wink Had a most remarkable sight. Old Skiddle-deWink lived up In a tree, Away In Its topmost height And solemnly there, with a wild, wild stare, •He sat from morning till night. And then—what a surprise!—with his magical eyes That funny old owl could see And, I rather think, Mr. Skdddle-de- Wink Was as happy as happy could be. When I was a boy, a wee little boy, I went in the woods one day, When the sun was low, just so I could know What Skiddle-de-Wink would say. lie spread out his wings and went flopping about, Till he lit on an old dead tree And what do you think! with Ills comical wink He talked this way to me: "Tis time little children were snug In their beds Now run along home—Booh! Booh!" 1 ventured to ask him, "Who It is you mean?" He answered me, ,Whoo? Yoo, Yooo!" And If you went into the woods to night, As 1 when a boy used to do, Old Skiddle-de-Wink, with his blink ety^blink, Would talk the same to you. —Herbert Randall !n the Home Her ald. •SEiWIiNG OX A BUTTON.' "Marian," called mamma from her chamber, "will you sew the button on grandpa's coat, please? My head aches so I can't." "Won't another time do?" answered a doleful voice from the depths of a book. "I've just come to the last chapter, and it's so exciting!" "No, dear," said mamma "grand pa is going to town in a few minutes, and must have his coat. He saved the button. It is In one of the pock ets." Marian often sewed on grandpa's buttons. She was proud of knowing how. Only, to-day, she nvould rather finish her story first. Reluctantly, she got her work-bag, threaded a big needles with coarse black thread, found the button in the pocket, and taking the coat in her pink gingham lap, began to sew. But her head was still full of her story, as she took the first stitches. Then she came to herself with a start. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed In" dis may, "I've sewed clear through the coat! And I've put the knot on the wrong side instead of on the right, under the button." But she was so anxious to get back to her book that she would not stop to cut it off "and begin over again. Through and through the four holes of the button, and way through the cloth to the wrong side, flashed her needle. Then she fastened the thread on the wrong side, too ,in big stitches, and snipped It. off. It was quicker to do It that way. "There," she said, "It's on!" But she never had sewed on one of gimndpa's coat buttons like that be fore. Not a stitch ought to have been visible on the wrong side any more than on the right. Marian knew that, "But it won't show," she assured her self. "Thank you, my dear," said grand pa, as he hurried on the coat. "I don't "believe every little girl can sew on a button as well as you can." And he rushed off to catch his train. Marian sat down with her book a@3ln. But she didn't enjoy* the chapter as much as she had expected. •Grand pa's last words haunted her. She hadn't sewed on that button as well as she could "Cp»ptain!" a voice "hailed grandpa on the city street. "We want you to get your picture taken." "What for?" demanded the Cap* tain, startled. "To put In the paper," explained his friend. "They are going to give a history of our regiment Memorial Day, and your picture must go with that." For grandpa had been tho hero of his regiment. The Captain objected. But tho other prevailed, and he unwillingly found himself before the photograph er's camera. Just as he sat down, he unbuttoned his coat and threw back the lapels. He felt more comfortable so. "An excellent likeness," every ono said, and Marian was eager to see the Memorial Day paper. There was the fine old face she knew so well, and there— "Oh." Marian caught her breath with a gasp. There were all those clumsy stitches for every one to see. "And I thought they wouldn't show," s^he sobbed "because they were on the wrong side, I thought it wasn't any matter." "It's all right," comforted grandpa. "I don't care about a few threads." But Marian was not consoled. She cut grandpa's picture out of the paper and pinned it up where she could sec it every day. And after that, wheD she felt like being careless about a thine because she thought It wasn't going to show, a look at those pic tured stitches was enough. They made her do her very best.—Alice M. Farrington, in Sunday School Times. JENNINGS TALK TO "NEWSIES." Tn winter Hush Jennings Is a law yer In Scranton and in summer he manages the Detroit ball uino. On a recent occasion he talked to the newsboys, a difficult audience. Many a "prominent citizen" who has suc ceeded In acquitting themselves gracefully everywhere else has been glad to leave that platform after an Inglorious finish to his speech. But Jennings made one of the neatest of vueeches, with baseball as his text. Of course, he got a welcome! "We- -vr a-ah-h-h!" This from 400 husky throats. And then again. This shout, as every "fan" knows, is Detroit's battle cry. Jennings him self invented it in a moment of exul tation, and now everybody uses it. "Play ball!" shouted Jennings, rais ing a hand above his head in an at tempt to regain order.. In a moment quiet reigned. '1 am more than pleased to see so many faces on the batting list," be gan the speaker.. "You are the boys who make this game of life worth playing. "When you are called on, pick your bat carefully and then face the pit'eher.with the mental resolve that you're going to make a hit. "If you find it easy to reach first, don't think it's going to be so easy to get second. Watch the ball every minute and don't take chances when you know you can be put out. In the game of life you are on the bases most of the time. Sometimes they catch you at the home plate. If they do, make up your mind that they won't the next time. "And don't kick if you're an out fielder. Things may be faster on the infield, but from your position you have just the same chances in the game. You go to bat like the rest. The good pitcher is the one who de livers the goods. You can all be pitchers in a way, that is, you can always throw straight. "Never think a game is lost untU it's over and then you know you'll play another later. I remember a game I was playing In when we reached the last half of the ninth In ning with a score of 1 to l. Then ft fellow on the other team slammed out a dandy. Away over the head of the left fielder it went, and for a mo ment it seemed as if it would clear the fence. But it didn't—it actually struck a knot-hole. Our loft fielder was a fellow who'thought quick. In a moment he was at the fence and had the ball. He shot it to the short stop and the latter sent it singing Into the mitt of the catcher. Every man of that trio was a flayer. The catcher pinned the runner just as he was sliding for home -plate. The um pire called, 'You're out,' and the left fielder was the hero of the day. "I guess I've said all I can to-night, so I'll call the game on account of darkness."—The Congregatlonalist. THE HOME OF BIRDS. A large forest surrounded the vil lage. After walking along its many winding paths, strewn with broken twigs and fallen leaves, we arrived at a small spot, which was freed from trees and bushes. The entire place, however, was surrounded by a dense mass of trees which seemed to give no outlet. The tall trees with their dark-green leaves, almost black, seemed to overshadow the small place, and made a gloom which the rays of the sun could not penetrate, and the spot was enshrouded In a gray mist. But as if nature was go ing to atone for her fault in making the place so gloomy, she made it the home of many birds. The gay colors of these birds, at times, Illuminated a few places and broke the darkness The air actually seemed to vibrate with their musical twittering and chirps. The flapping af their wings and the rustle of the leaves as they flew from branch to branch could be distinctly heard. The musical noises harmonized with their songs. The beautiful spot was protected by tho surrounding trees and nature preserv ed it to be the home for these birds. —Hedwig Groben, in Brooklyn Eagle. THE LACEWING F1,Y. On almost any evening during the summer twilight the charming lace wing fly may be seen its curious flight alone will suffice to Identify it. Between the hedgerows of lanes, in the garden paths or along the wood land glades it may be readily dis tinguished from the numerous moths that appear as the daylight declines. The flights or the moths are varied in character some of the -larger and dark-colored kinds sweep past at a tremendous pace, their movements leaving doubt in the mind of the ob server whether his eyes have not de ceived bim, while many of the smal ler and pale-colored species flutter about like wind-tossed snowflakes. Between these two extreme methods every gradation of locomotion by flight may be observed. Distinct from all, however, appears that of another insect. It Is apparently traveling along a straight line, Its pale, silvery wings extended wide and rapidly vi brating. but Its progress Is so slow and labored when compared with even the slowest flying moth that we are reminded of a traction engine moving along a road on which motor cars ifnd cyclists are hurrying -by. This slowly progressing Insect Is the lacewlng fly. —Prof. Ward in the Strand. 'NOVEL KITE GAVE The manner In which kites can be manipulated is well Illustrated by the game of Vakata. This game is best played with squads to ten or less a side equipped with ordinary Indian kites of tissue paper and reels like dumb-bells. The game Is to fly your kite so it cuts the string of an opponent's kite by sawing it, rescues J)eing effected by Red Cross kites so manipulate* that they get underneath and pick up the felling kite.—The Captain. CONUNDRUMS. What sort of husband should a young lady select? Ans. She should not select any husband, but look for a single man When was beef higher than It now? Ans. When the cow jumped over the moon.—Washington Star. A More Practical Way. It was the dreamy hour when the Christmas dinner, having been eaten, was doing its best to digest It self and the girls were talking In the hushed tones appropriate to the occasion. "I've just -heard of a new charm to tell whether any one loves you, and If so, who It Is," whispered Elsie. "What Is it?" queried Sophie, ah sently Angering her new diamond ring. "Well, you take four or five chest nuts, name therni- each after some man you know, and then put them on the stove, and the first one that pops is the one that loves you." "H'm," ©aid Sophie. "I know better way than that." "Do you?" "Yes, indeed. By my plan you take one 'particular man, place him on the sofa in the parlor, sit cloro to him with the light a little low, and look into his eyes. And then, if he doesn't pop, you'll know it's time to change the man on the sofa." —Woman's Home Companion. s. Papers HUMANITY APPROACHING DIVINE IDEAL. By the Rev /?. F. Cmmpbell. Humanity Is progressing towards some great end, an end higher than the perfecting of separate individualities. One generation goes on where another leaves oft, and un folds the divino Ideas a little more fully. have passed on have not stood still either, and are still concerned with the work of evolving humanity, a mighty Whole, one with and In the glorified Christ "Then cometh the end." All illusions, all sense of Beparateness, will disappear the material will make way for the spiritual, the phenomenal for the real, and the universe of universes, visible and Invisible, attain to perfect conscious oneness in the eternal life of God. This Is the New Testament view of the matter seen In the large perspective of our present-day knowledge of the vastness of the universal order. When we come to the question of the survival of In dividual consciousness after death we can say no more than that the evidence which would satisfy the ordinary religious mind might fail with the uninformed by the religious temperament. Nevertheless the lack may be In the latter rather than the former. The plane of spiritual experience 1b real and Is felt by most to be higher than the purely intellectual, and It Is in the plane of spiritual experience that certitude regarding the immortality of the soul has hitherto generally been attained. There Is the mind behind all, and the divine love that vibrates between soul and soul In response to the call of human need, like the ether that carries the elcc trie force from point to point in the visible universe. I see from the list of injured in connection with the terrible mining disaster of a few days ago that^ there Is a possibility that an Interesting correspondent has been killed. If so, perhaps he knows more now of the ways of God with men than I r-juld ever tell him. Death Is no calamity to those whom It calls higher, but only to those who mourn their loss. And even that would he turned to joy If we could but know how things really are in the great beyond. AMERICAN PRODIGALITY MOSTLY MYTHICAL. By Ougilelmo Perrcro. In Europe one Is fond of speaking of the "barbarian extravagance" of the Americans. One day, down-town, Miss Prindle saw coming toward her a girl whom Bhe recognized to be Marion Knight, one of her sewing class. The girl was walking along rapidly, not seeming to notice her teacher. As the two met, Miss Prindle caught her eye, and bowed and Bmlled In her most formal way. She then passed on, reflecting that Marlon would doubtless benefit by the example of her salute, and some time be herself an example to others. A few rods farther on, to her sur prise, Miss Prindlt again encountered —so she thought—Marion Knight. The girl was coming toward her, as be fore. Miss Prindle stopped. "Are you—" she began, "are you not Marlon Knight?" "Certainly, Miss Prindle," said the girl. "And didn't I meet yon only a mo ment ago?" she asked. "No. Miss Prindle, I think that was my twin sister, Elsie." Miss Prindle looked her confusion. "And she—she isn't in my sewing class, is she, Marion?'* "No, Miss Prindle she has been away at school for a long time." "O dear! 0 dear!" exclaimed the old lady. "And I don't know her, and I bowed and smiled to her! Oh—Marlon,, dear, will you tell her Just as soon as yon see her that 1 shouldn't have smil ed and bowed to her, because I've never met her, you see? It was very bad form, you understand." "But, Miss Prindle," protested the girl, "I think you met her last year when we first came to live here. Don't you remember? It was at the church fslr." "Oh, so I did!" cried tlie other, after a moment. "So I did. Well, in that case, Marlon, you may tell your sister that I am glad I bowed, but I shouldn't have smiled. Good-by, dear!" Uutck Wit Snvea. "The strangest and most thrilling piece of swordsmanship 1 ever saw," said tho fencing master, "was in Ver mont. "I was spending the autumn in a mountainous |.art of tho state, and there was a military encampment near my hotel. One morning an ofllcer's horse started to iiolt with tho man during parade, and made at breakneck speed toward a precipice. The officer tried to stop the horse, tried to turn Its head—no use. On dashed the -fran tic animal straight for abyss. "We all held our breath. In another Instant we expected to Bee horse and rider go over the cliff. But the oflicer, when within fifty feet of the edge! drew his sword, and plunged It twice deep Into the horse. The horse stag gered. slowed, keeled over, dying. "The man had sacrificed the ani mal's life to save his own." Knew lie Wa* Safe. "You seem to be going home in a very cheerful manner for a man who has been out all night." "Yes. You see, my wife Is an ama teur elocutionist, and she's saving her voice for an entertainment to-morrow vlght."—Cleveland Plain Dealer, y:.^ WW l., Some day, we may hope, this Idea will b* realized in a human society as nearly perfect as the limitations of earth permit. We may reasonably hold that those generations which Naturally, there are men and women In New York, Philadelphia and Chicago, just as there are such men and women in Paris, Lon don and Berlin, who delight in spending their money foolishly. It is perhaps even true that there are more of that class of men &nd wom en In America than there are In Europe. But It Is equally true that this class of people tn America as well as In Europe form only an insignificant minor ity and their folly could not be taken for a normal phe nomenon of American life in general. One rarely sees real palaces In America. One of tho mansions reputed to be among the largest In New York is that of Mr. Vanderbilt on Fifth avenue. Yet even this house Is far from attaining the proportions of a real palace as we understand the word in Europe.. The home of Mr. Morgan Is much smaller and does not sur pass in magnitude or luxury many of the beautiful ho tels which embellish the elegant quarters of Paris and THE FINE ART OF MANNERS. Miss Prindle was a formal and pre cise old lady who "conducted"^—so the phrase ran—a very select sewing class for young girls. Besides being an ex cellent school for learning needle work, Miss Prindle's Thursday after noon gatherings were instructed in the niceties of old-fashioned maimers. Miss Prindle was herself a model of pro priety, and had her pupils tried only to imitate her, their time would not have been wasted. Orme—I suppose you are one of own canoe. Fred—Well, I would rather see Orme—And why? I ALPINE ADVENTURE. In the northeastern corner of the Tyrol Is the best skee-ground In Eu rope, writes W. A. Baillle-Grohman In "Tyrol." The region has many lofty peaks, which makes mountain climb ing of Interest. The author gives one of his adventures on a peak near the village of Kltzhuehel. "On one of these peaks occurred to me many years ago a little adven ture which gave me an opportunity of admiring the grand view rather longer than was pleasant. "I was out stalking chamois, and having some, unoccupied hours In the middle of the day, when stalking Is practically useless, as the beasts are resting, I thought I would ascend one of those pinnacles upon which at that time few human beings, I suppose, had ever set foot. "The very last bit was a smooth faced rock not more than twelve feet high, but absolutely unclimbable If unaided by rope, or another man, upon whose shoulders one could get, and so obtain a hand grip of the top, and thus draw onesel'f up. As I was alone, I had recourse to a short length of rope I had in my rucksack. Making a sllp-noose, I threw it upward till It gripped some projection. Then I drew myself up. "While looking about me, an unfor tunate movement of my legs, which were dangling over the brink as I sat, caused the rope to slip and fall down to the small ledge on which I had Btood when flinging It upward. This ledge, or band of rock, was un comfortably narrow, not wider than thirty Inches, and the abyss below was a perpendicular wall four or five church steeples In depth. "At first It did not seem such a seri ous fix to be In. By letting myself drop to the ledge, my extended arms gripping the top, the distance between the soles of my feet and the ledge was not more than four feet or so— nothing to speak of If that yawning gulf had not been there and I had had boots on my feet. But having taken these oft and left them below, together with my coat and rifle, I Bhould have to drop on to sharp rocks barefooted, and hence would be very apt to lose my balance. "The more I considered the position, the more I funked that "drop, and to make a long story short I stayed on that pinnacle two nights, until the morning of the third day, before hun ger drove mo to risk the drop, which I did In safety. "How I got down the remainder of that descent, 'shinning" down chim neys and creeping along narrow ledges, was a mystery to me after peoplF which are inhabited by people who have much smaller fortunes than the great New York banker. Near hii house Mr. Morgan has built a large library, where he amasses various collections of books, manuscript! and relics which ought to cost a great mauy millions. But this library Is not a part of his house It Is a sort of public monument. Mr. Carnegie haB built Immense palaces all over America for libraries, museums and schools. Tat for himself he has reserved a house In New York which a European would consider hardly worthy of a man "of such great wealth. European Journals tell frequently almost unbelievable tales of American luxury, of fortunes spent on jewels, on dresses, on flowers. They tell of fabulous feasts given, of the caprices of the new Neroes on the other side of the Atlantic. Like everybody else, before going to America I read these reports with Implicit faith In them. Now, however, I confess I have become skep tical and I do not consider these journals as reliable sources of Information regarding American extrava gance. Briefly, I havn not seen any essential difference be tween American luxury and European luxury. The cry about American extravagance had Its origin not In Europe, but in America, and it Is rather proof of Amer ican democracy. This cry about extravagance has been raised by Americans who have been brought up In tho spirit of puritaclsm and democracy and could not look Indifferently upon any growth of luxury which followed the growth of rlcheB In the last century. WHAT UNIVERSAL PEACE REALLY MEANS. By Baronet* Von Sutiner. The whole object of the peace advocates consists In turning the people and the gov ernments to kindness and mutaal love. They strive to show how much pleasanter, more comfortable and healthier It Is to live In peace than It Is to quarrel and light. The public Imagines the peace advocates to be a sort of a wishy-washy flock of sheepish men upon whom our war lords look down with contempt and whose arguments are now and then re futed by historians and other learned men. This con ception of the peace advocate, however, Is wrong. The peace advocate as the public thtnks of him Is only phantom. He Is only a caricature created by those who know nothing whatever about the movement and agi tation for universal peace. War has from time Immemorial been and Is at the present day the ruling motive and course of human society. Peace is an Interruption and an accident. What the advocates of peace want 1b precisely to turn the thing around. They want to make peace the ruling course and motive of human society, and war. In so far as it ever could arise, to be only an Illegal Interruption. In our present society, which rests entirely upon a war basis, peace is maintained only through expensive war preparations and through the constructing of fortifica tions. The movement for universal peace has In the last few years developed Into a science. Sciences never create, plead or force phenomena—they merely observe them and recognize them. The movement toward universal peace accomplishes more and more as the world be comes organized as Its separate units begin to unite more closely."' This Is a process In harmony with the laws of nature. To conclude a universal peace pact be tween all nations 1b the next step In human develop ment. THEN SHE PADDLED. those fellows who likes to paddle their the girl paddle this one. "Tf-SS" ward, for I was faint with hunger and my knees trembled and shook under me. When I reached the first habita tion where I happened to be known, the peasant woman at the door hardly recognized me." ENGLAND TO FALL. Urlttah Nolileiuan I'reillcta Capture by Germany. The Earl of Clanwllllam, who Is in Winnipeg with his bride on hla way to Alaska, expressed himself as of the positive belief that England Is doomed. He says Germany has made every preparation, has strength ened her army and navy, and will In vade England without a moment's no tice. Nothing will prevent England being devastated and captured. The British are unprepared. Her army Is weak and she could make little resist ance against an Invading force. Is such talk as this that has kept many Britons In a condition of nervous anxiety Tor months, so muoh so that the nation may be said to have been hysterical. But It seems to us that such talk Is all rot. Per haps Germany could take England. The question Is, however, could she hold It? Japan could take the Phil ippines from us almost without "an effort. The United States could cap ture Canada or Mexico, Great Britain could take Denmark and Russia could conquer Sweden In a month. But in none of these cases would the matter end there." Nations In these days are not permitted to go forth on pillaging and conquering expeditions against their peaceful neighbors. Civilization would not stand for that. The other powers would be asking questions anjk taking action berore the sun coiM set twice. No, no the old days are past and with them the old ways of doing things. Cttiitfht Dendlnir. Professor Cube Root's class of geo metrical geniuses were receiving In structions. They were first taught that a circle was a thing like this— O. They then learned that a straight line was one without wabbles In It so "Now. boys," said Professor Root, "can any of you describe to me what a half circle Is like?" Up shot half a dozen grasping hands. "Well. Teddy," Bald Professor Root, "let's hear your definition of a half circle first." "Please, sir," answered Teddy, "It's a straight line caught bending."— London Express. If there Is bo much enjoyment In flirting, why don't men flirt with their wives? A man without viable means ol support just can't keep out of trouble IW I- 'S