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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
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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
A smile spread over the face of the
giant when he succeeded In putting
the letters together to words and the
words to sentences. Suddenly the
6mlle disappeared, and In its place
came a hard, almost ferocious expres
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
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
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
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
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
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
They led the
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
Then the murderer was led back to
his cell.—Philadelphia Bulletin.
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
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?"
trembling murderer to
the center of the little plaza. There
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
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
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.
P' "IS®
•"•111 —Xiir-
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.
Old Skiddle-de-Wlnk went 'bllnkety
And he couldnt see a mite
Yet what do you think! Old -Skiddle
Had a most remarkable sight.
Old Skiddle-deWink lived up In a
Away In Its topmost height
And solemnly there, with a wild, wild
•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-
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!
1 ventured to ask him, "Who It is
you mean?"
He answered me, ,Whoo? Yoo,
And If you went into the woods to
As 1 when a boy used to do,
Old Skiddle-de-Wink, with his blink
Would talk the same to you.
—Herbert Randall !n the Home Her
"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
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
"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
"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
[email protected] 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
"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
"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.
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-
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
"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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
"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
"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.
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
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.
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
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
Miss Prindle stopped.
"Are you—" she began, "are you not
Marlon Knight?"
"Certainly, Miss Prindle," said the
"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
"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
"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:.^
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
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?
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
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
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.
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
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
those fellows who likes to paddle their
the girl paddle this one.
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."
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
"Now. boys," said Professor Root,
"can any of you describe to me what
a half circle Is like?"
Up shot half a dozen grasping
"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
A man without viable means ol
support just can't keep out of trouble
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