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of Tnarnif: tur> , that glass is tho best known, to us tor every kind of strilc tural purposo, and/especially for dwell lugboujo-o. In short, If the vision* of Mr, Henrivaux are realized we *hall all be living in glass bouses before long. The poinft of tho idea is found in tho inoi J austible supply of the from which glass is made, in its adaptability to all shapes and forms, Itß durability, and its cleanli ness. With regard to the second point, It is obvious that glass can be shaped, colored, and decorated to an extent of which no other material is capable, and it is upon this aspect of tho ilea that Mr. Henrftaux lavishes his imagination. There are six ways In which glass can be manipulated It can **>*tast Into, window panes, paving/ Btones, panels, etc. It can bo mrniled into cornices, slates, wall deco, fttions, and even statues. It . ciul w blown Into bottles, tuniblerrfcjnpes, and all the utensils tho name of "glassware.” #Tt can be blown and ground lenses, prisms, And objects of art and utility. It can be drawn into the finest threads and made into pipes, baskets, and dress materials. It can be turned into mosaics and enamels, and can be brought into the closest Imitation of the precious stones. Imagine, with Mr, Henrivaux, the construction of a glass house. The foundation and the walls would be constructed of a variety of glass, recently invented, called “stone glass,” which has already successfully withstood the severest tests. When crushed it gives a resistance three tlmeß as great as granite. When subjected to heat or cold it is found less sensitive than steel. When submitted to friction it shows less wear than porphyry. Shock, as of a hammer blow, it resists to a degree twenty-two times as severe as that which would fracture marble. The test of tension has practically no effect on it whatever. The walls, then, would be built of glass held together by angle-iron so as to permit of a hollow space through which pipes could pass (the pipes themselves being glasswork), convoy ing hot air, hot and cold water, gas, electric wires, drains, and everything needed for the health and comfort of the inhabitants. Stairs and balus trades, ceilings and wall decorations, mantel pieces and fire-places, would all be constructed of glass. Some of Mr. Henrlvaux's conceptions in the way of decorations, In which the glass is made opaque or tinted with brilliant colors, or made Bilver and golden, or arranged In prisms and crystals with facets like diamonds, are perhaps too fanciful to he taken seriously, but through them all there runr, the same enthusiasm, the same belief that £iass, as Thiers onee said of lands Napoleon, Is capable of anything. Our chairs and tables, In the new glass age, will bo made of vitrified material, toughened to the strength of oak and mahogany. Our cooking utensils, our plates and cups and saucers, will be made of the same substance. Even our knives and forks will have glass handles, if not glass blades. The new glass house will bo ab solutely clean and practically In destructible. Tho whole of Its sur face can be washed from the top story to the basement, without a trace of humidity being left. Dust cannot collect on Its polished face, and the spider will find no place on which to hang Its cobwebs. They have nlready begun to pavo the streets of Paris with glass, and it Is found that the substance, while practically Indestructible. Is admir ably suited to the feet of both men and beasts, and as It neither holds nor makes any dirt. It Is nbsurdly easy to clean. Its only fault is that Is somewhat Increases the noise of the traffic, but even this might, by and by. be overcome. One of the features of last year's exhibition was the Palais Lumlneux, or the Palace of Light, built entirely of glass. It was to some extent tho realization of Mr. Henrlvaux’s Ideal. Not only was It of solid construction, but the adaptability of glass to every class of decoration In form and color, aided by Its various degrees of opaqueness and transparency, enabled Its builders to raise a structure which as far transcended London’s Crystal - iusp' ct.'on comfortable, clean, I indestructible glass houses of the future Is a thing to charm the Im agination and delight the esthetic senses. THE FRENCH CENSUS. slon of a Great Nation. Tells the Sad Tale or the Retrogres- Our Paris corerspondent sends us the preliminary results of the French census as set forth by the dis tinguished statistical expert, M. Jac ques Uertillon. His figures must be gloomy reading to patriotic French men. Once more the numbering of the people shows that the country is in a stationary condition. If, indeed, pis not declining. Since 1896 the total poulation has increased by 330,000 souls, but practically the whole of augmentation Is due to Paris and Its subrbs. The Department of the Seine shows an increase of close on 300,000, but it is believed that much of thisj accession is due to foreign immigra tion. Belgans, Sw)?s, Germans and other aliens continue to flock Into Paris and so add to the number of Its inhabitants, though not to that of French is at a standstill. Alone among the great nations of Europe, she shows no advance. Everywhere else popula tion goes forward by leaps and bounds. Fifty years ago Franco was the most populous country in Europe next to Russia. Now she is placed last but one on the list of the great powers, with Italy, which is still behind, rapid ly gaining upon her. In the past half century, while France has hardly moved, Germany has added 21,000,000 to her population, the United King dom 14.000,000, Austria-Hungary about ns many. The excess of births over deaths annually is well over three- quarters of a million in Germany, over half a million In Austria and 422,000 in Great Britain. In France it is only 31,000. The new lives added to the na tion barely make up for those that pass away. It Is a painful fact for Frenchmen, and for others besides Frenchmen. Size, after all, Is a most potent factor in national greatness, and It is with no pleasure that we wit ness the gradual decline in this re spect of a people that has done so much for civilization, for art and for literature, and has had so stirring and adventurous a career. France, In deed, seems about to suffer the fate of Portugal, of Holland, of Venice, of Denmark and Sweden, and other states which at different periods of European history have dropped into teh background because they have been overshadowed by more populous rivals. In another century France will stand toward the greater nations of the world as Spain does today. Ger many, Russia, the United States, Great Britain and her colonies, even Austria ami Italy, will have left her completely behind. If she Increases at all. It may be because the crowded millions of teeming little Belgium will pour across her frontiers. It Is a strange phenome non, this stagnation of a single people amid the prodigious expansion and multiplication of the other white na tions.—London Telegraph. CASE OF CONSCIENCE. Servant on Her Deathbed Clears Up a Mystery. Here Is a queer story from France which, while It has official voucher, presents some features which cast doube upon its entire truthfulness. At I-aval, department of Mayenne, seven years ngo a clergyman, the Ab bo Entrnmmes, was murdered at his home by his two servants. The only other person residing in the house was another clergyman, the Abbe Bruuoau. The circumstances of the’case were such that it was obvious that the crime had been committed by some Inmate of the house. The murderers were shrewd enough to perceive that if M. Bruneau told what he know their guilt would inevitably be brought home to them. So they devised and carried out a plan for silencing him. As soon as the murder had been committed and before It had been discovered the murderers sought out Abbe Bruneau and asked him to receive, as a priest, their confessions of their sins. He complied and they confesed the mnr d ?r, thus placing upon his lips the seal of the confessional. Then they con trived to cast suspicion upon him. He was charged with the crime, was unable to defend himself without be- IHwsiberia. the Yin ■f the Urals. ■itch to the Loudon rave long played, and n an ever-iiicreasing * very prominent role l development of Rus otractead period this berian frontier region held the unlqu l reputation of being’ the sole producer of certain rare ana precious metals, whose exploitation, caried on by the most primitive means and methods, was confined entirely to native hands. “It is only during recent years that foreign capital and enterprise have commenced to take an Increasingly large share in the development of the mineral wealth of the Urals, and al ready the platinum mines, the richest and most important of their kind in Uje world, are almost entirely worked by foreign capitalists. “The central and southern Urals have dur’ng the last few years been brought nearly wholly under exploita tion, and all the districts reputed to contain practically inexhiustible gold deposits, both quartz and alluvial, will shortly be under the scientific opera tions of foreign syndicates, employing their own mining engineers. The north ward stream of foreign prospectors steadily grows in volume, and excel lent results are reported from the many newly explored claims. “From the banks of the mountain stream Losva come well authenticat ed announcements of the discovery of immensely rich gold atid platinum de posits. These new fields lie between the sixtieth and sixty-first degrees north latitude and form, so to say, the ultimate foreposts of the Ural mining industries. A wealthy Muscovite mer chant, named Bagrezoff, has been for tunate enough to secure the exclusive mining rights for the Losva gold and platinum fields, and he is now seeking to Inaugurate their exploitation by means of foreign capital and foreign energy. The northern Ural and the vastly extensive basins of the Yenls sel and the Lena are still practically virgin fields awaiting the advent of the capitalist prosp George Sand Interviewed. George Sand did not always sup port the "interviewing mania” of our own days with magnanimity. “You had better question me,” was her dry response to the amenities of an Englishwoman who, note book in hand, had succeeded in finding her way into the salon at Nohant, armed with a decoration to be presented from some British association. “At what hour do you work, madam?” “I never work.” “Ho! But —your books? When do you make them?” “They make themselves —morning, evening, and night!” "What Is your own favorite, may I ask, among your novels?” pursued the baffled questioner. “ ‘Olympia.’ ” “Ho! Ido not know that one!” “Perhaps ... I have not yet written It!” And the victimized author rose with this, and beat a hasty retreat, “ready to burst,” as he caught her own espicglerlqs being duly jotted down in the formidable note-book before her. —Gentlemans Magazine. Do Not Dring While Eating. Liquids at meals, if takeu too often or too carelessly, are liable to dilute the gastric juices. Take no liquid of any kind when food Is In tho mouth. Take as little as possible till the close of the meal. The digestive agents themselves being fluids It is reason able to suppose that an excess of liquids taken with the-food will have a dilute and thereby weaken the digestive juices.—Ladles’ Home Journal. “If you haven't got an automobile and want one, about all that is neces sary,” says our sarcastic contempor ary, the New York Commercial Adver tiser, " Is to open up a-jiJce crockery and bric-a-brac shop with a line ex panse of plate glass window front, and wait. Befoie long you will have an automobile In “your window nnfl can live happy ever after. For some reason automobiles have shown a great fondness for china stores. One leaped with great effect Into a window uptown some time ago. and recently another machine thought a Fifth av enue curio pla e Inviting, and went In hastily, but wlu. great effect All records may not have been broken, but most of the objects of art were.” It is said that the Increased pas senger earnings of the western roads will more than offset any decrease In freight receipts due to suort corn crops STRANGE AS FICTION] IS THE HISTORY OF THE SNELL FAMILY. NEW CHAPTER ADDED Son Held as Insane —Famous Murder Recalled by Recent Episode in Chi cago—Unknown Marriage, No Will and Disinheritance a Few of the Striking Features. W- <. •i.'V.’S exe - Ui ’ B ■&SBSm ' B r SsSßl')t -if a BHB ::i ii wmm capital I?*' 11 ' 1 Another chapter has been added to those following one of the most re markable murder mysteries of the day. Albert J. Snell, sou of the milion aire Amos J. Snell, who was murdered in the year 1880 in his Chicago home, has been taken by the police from his home to the detention hospital, where he Is held awaiting an examination as to. his sanity. He has for some time been conducting himself strangely. • The man had delusions of various sorts, especially to the effect that sus picious looking men were lurking around his house and that he was in danger. He recently applied to the po lice for protection, and since then has exhibited signs of dementia. It was only a day ot two ago, though, that his confinement was decided upon. This is the latest episode in tne tragic history of a family, the names of whose members have been in the newspapers frequently for many years, always in connection with something more or less sensational. Amos J. Snell was found murdered in his home one night late in the year 1830, and It is supposed that he was slain while facing a burglar who had aroused him. There was, at first, no clew to the murderer, though the en tire energy of the detective force of the city was exerted upon the case. Finally attention was attracted to one William Tascott whose landlady had noticed his remarkable behavior after the murder and who found that he sought to destroy certain papers. The police sought the man at once, but he had disappeared as completely as if he had never existed. Thence the search became one of the most famous in the annals of criminal history. The authorities of this and foreign countries were advised, re wards were offered and portraits of the fugitive were sent out by thou sands and tens of thousands. From time to time the reports would come of his capture,'his identification in the far northwest seeming at one time assuring, but to this day no trace has been secured of William Tascott. He has disappeared as completely and mysteriously as Selinabe, the Haymar ket bomb thrower. The police of the world are looking for each man today. The murdered millionaire left no will. The fortune of Amos J. Snell passed under the control of his widow Henrietta Snell. There were certain divisions of property among the child ren and there were wrangles and sinis ter reports to the effect that Tascott was not the murderer or that if he were, he was inspired by someone in terested in the division of the estate. These allegations came to nothing, but engendered a thousand suspicions and added to the family’s notoriety. The feeling between the heirs became most bitter, and it may be that among them these remarkable changes orig inated, possibly in the mind of the ec centric man just committed to the de tention hospital. There were strange scenes in the miserable household of the widow, who kept a queer diary and seemed most unsettled of mind. It Is alleged that her son, Albert, as sailed her with threatening letters, in timating that he would “write her up” In the newspapers, threatening to burn the family barn and otherwise annoy ing her. The very acme of bitterness was shown by him toward other mem bers of the family. In the family of Amos J. and Hen rietta Snell was one supposed to be their daughter, May, now married to A. J. Stone of Chicago. It was toward her, for some reason, not at the time apparent, that the wrath of Albert J. Snell seemed especially directed. This hatred was extended to the husband. The' widow, Henrietta Snell, died February 20, 1900 and her will was admitted to probate. It distributed about $700,000. In the will the daugh ter, Mary, Mrs. A. J. Stone, was disin herited. Suit to set the will aside was at once begun in the courts and a re markable legal struggle ensued and a story developed the details of which are yet fresh in the public mind. The defenders of the will asserted that Mrs. Stone, who hail been counted a daughter of the millionaire, was not his daughter, but a Mary Hughes, who had been adopted, though never legally and formally, and who thus had no claim upon the estate. So is briefly summarized up to date the morbid history of a family. There exists a marriage certificate written on blue paper, its ink yellowed with age, In which It Is set forth that on December 2, 1846, M. M. Dill justice of the peace at Paris, ill., united in marriage Amos J. Snell and Henrietta Sad am. What incidents! A man who strug gled hard and gained a fortune lies in his grave a murderer’s victim. An aged woman dragging out vexed and unhappy years has but lately found rest, and a man still la the prime of life Is held in confinement until his sanity or insanity is determined. And somewhere upon the earth there wan ders a murderer with the shadow of fear upon him. NOTES BY THE FUNNY MEN. Teacher —“Johnny, tell me the name of the tropical belt north of the equator.” Johnny—“ Can’t, sir.” Teach er —"Correct That will do.” —Yale Record. “Harry, you were restless in church.” “Yes; some of the Easter hats looked so much like salads that I got awfully hungry.”—Chicago Rec ord-Herald. She was sitting up late with a sick man. Professional nurse? Not she. She was sitting in her own parlor—just a love-sick man was he. —Philadelphia Press. “You don’t seem to care for fame,” | said his friend. “Well,” said the sci entist, "I wouldn’t object to it if it didn’t involve such horrible pictures in the newspapers.”—Harper’s Bazar. Old Gentleman —“So you wish to marry Elizabeth. But you are in debt.” Young man —"Yes, sir.”j/old Gentleman—“ How did you get in debt?” Young Man—"l feli-rin love with your daughter.”-— LifJ! Jones —“Dear me: You say you ouea lay down tne law to your wife; hoi* do you go about it?” Bones — “Way, all you need is fineness; 1 usu- go into my stuuy, lock the door ana uo it i.mough the keyhole.”—Tit- Bito. Doctor —T think you understand fully now the directions for those med icines. And this is for your dyspepsia.” “Why, 1 haven't the dyspepsia, doc tor?” “Oh, out you wni have it when you’ve lahen those other reme dies.” —Harper s Bazar. Church —“Have you a cozy corner in your house?” Gotham —“Oh, yes; my wife has arranged two of them.” “You must enjoy them after a hard day’s work.” “Enjoy nothing! The cat has one and my wife’s dog occu pies the other!” —Yonkers Statesman. Information on Burials. A little Indiaaapolis boy who recent ly visited Detroit with his parents is credited with many precocious sayings and doings. With his mother he view ed the great funeral procession of the late General Harrison, from the win dow of their residence, which is locat ed along the line of march. The little fellow was greatly impressed with the solemnity of the occasion, and he kept his mother quite busy answering ques tions more or less pertinent. When the heavily-draped hearse passed he wanted to know if the great man had been placed in a box and if he would return to dust, just as all other mortals do, after death. Upon being answered in the affirmative, he want ed to know if Harrison was a repub lican. “Yes, my son,” was the mother’s reply. “And will they ;< put him in the ground?” pursued the young hopeful. “Certainly, my son.” The lad was gravely silent for a moment; then, in a hushed voice, he said: “And do they bury democrats, too, mamma?” Tho mother was oonstrained to tell her young treasure that it is not al ways the custom to wait until demo crats are dead. “Tfco democratic party has been buried alive, my son,” she said. —Detroit Free Press. On His Cow. George S. Mansfield, a wealthy far-' mer and dairyman of Salem Center, N. Y., owns one of the finest herds of Jersey cows in that rich agricultural district. He is well known in Dan bury, which is his market place. Mansfield rode into ri the other morning. His mount was one of his cows. He pulled up in front of the hotel and left the cow at the curb, where, although unhitched, it stood quietly. “I’ve been riding around on it all spring in preference to a horse,” explained Mansfield. “I came over from Salem, nine miles, in less than an hour.” When he remounted the cow trotted off briskly, shying at a passing trolley car like a proper saddle animal. Crowds gathered to watch the strange sight, but neither Mansfield nor the cow heeded the at tention they attracted. A La Priscilla. The Wichita (Kan.) Eagle says there is too much cooing and kissing in the style of Kansas courting, and it demands a campaign for “more dignity in our love matters.” Tho Eagle has been biased by the re naissance of Puritanism in our litera ture. A recent novel, with scene in Massachusetts, had two warm lovers meet for the first time in three weeks, and as they stood 10 feet apart they discoursed as follows: "Hath the Lord vouchsafed to thee a goodly time, sweet Mistress Pris cilla?” “I fear thou are the worldly part and given to vanity, John. God hath vouchsafed to His poor worm more than her sinfulness deserves." And would the Eagle, in its cam paign for more dignity in love, have a brace of Kansas lovers turn the almosphere Into a cold-storage plant like that? —Kansas City Journal. Irrepresible. They were what the prim old lady would call “whippersnappora”—just two young people, a boy, and a girl, slangy and breezy. They were going up North Meridian street last Sunday —a beautiful day. “Oh, Lord,” said she, “wouldn’t this be an elegant afternoon for a drive!” “Yes,” said he, unabashed. “I’ll bring you up a hammer and a few nails this afternoon. —Indianapolis Press. Put a pocket In you gown and don’t be an Idiot. Elizabeth Cady Stanton advises 1L TRAIN BOY DOOMED THE BURLINGTON BOUNCES THE BOTHERSOME BUTCHER. OTHER ROADS FOLLOW Good Poinls and Bad of the Old Sys* ten —Passengers Averse to Being Sadgered to Buy—But the Train j 80/ Has His Defenders F^,, I Y r “Good bye tt> the butcher —the train boy. Jrfs glory is fading, glory be, as Dtfbley would say. Already on the Burlington they are a thing of the past, and the entire system has been abolished on that road, it is ex pected that other roads will follow the example but as yet no action look ing to such a consummation has been taken in northwestern territory. Every road running out of Madison carries news boys. The “candy privi lege” on all northwestern roads is let out by contract to responsible parties.- Nona of the roads runs the business with its own xnen. Some railroad of ficials are inclined to the belief that the train boy under proper regula tions, is a necesary evil and that to re move him would work a hardship on the traveling public. His prices are high and his wares often none of the best, but if a man wants a novel or an apple to relieve the monotony of trave’ why he wants it, that’s all. The b” cher supplies these and kindred thing3, and his presence on passenger trains is regarded as a necessity. He is the friend of the traveler of small means who cannot afford to patronize the diner, and many a poor woman has utilized his candy to quiet a pestifer ous “young ’un" that had been worry ing the life out of her. The trainboy business, however, has changed mightily in the last tew years. It is not long ago since the train butcher was an out-and-out confidence man who robbed greenhorns right and left by three-card monte tricks and other gambling devices. But all that has ben done away. Instead of hardened sharks who formerly fleeced suckers out of hundreds of dollars a month, boys are employed to lay stacks of fiery novels in passenger’s seats. These hoys are good salesmen, but they are not crooks. A handsome rev enue is derived from the sale of the privilege by all the lines and some of ficials believe the newsboy while a nuisance in many ways cannot be abated. But this is nonsense: The but cher should go. He is a bother and takes up one’s time too freely in de clining to buy his wares. A good sub stitute is to let boys come on at cer tain stations with papers, fruits, can dies, and, if ns od be, novels. Better things at cheaper rates will then be obtainable and passengers be left un molested most of the time. Treatment of Diphtheria. The patient should be kept in bed during the entire active stage, and at least a week or ten days after the membrane has entirely disappeared; this on account of the tendency to heart failure; on this account also no excitement or violent exertion should be allowed for some time after the pa tient is able to be about. Cultures ought to be taken from the throat two or three times a week after the mem brane has gone, and the patient not al lowed to leave the room until the bacilli have entirely disappeared. This culture should be taken in the morning before the throat has been gargled or mouth washed. When the doctor pronounces it safe for the pa tient to leave the sick room, the room is to be tightly sealed and fumigated; open the room at the end of twenty four hours, have It well aired and sunned for another day, then give a good sweeping and cleaning; books, toys, etc., used by the patient while ill would better be burned. It is not necessary t" exercise the extreme measures advised with scarlet fever as regards furniture, walls, etc. —Har- per’s Bazar. A Story of Wall Street. An army officer stationed in the Philippines has been sending home his salary for his wife to save. She sought to add to it by taking a flyer in Wall street. She had invested every dollar of her husband’s savings, and In the panic of Thursday all were swept away. She appealed to Henry Clews, with whose firm she had dealt. “If I show you the way to get your money back will you promise me that you will not speculate again?” asked the broker. “Indeed, I will,” tearfully assented the woman. “Well, here’s your money; now keep out of the marked” Clews said afterward *hat he had not invested the money. A broker in the Waldorf-Astoria cafe who listened to the story laughed. “Well, that’s one on Clews. That woman brought the money right over to lhy office and asked me to buy Delaware and Hudson for it. I did so. and she made $5,400.” —New York World. IN WALL STREET. The l&mblet now to laugh begins, Of woes he’ll find a plenty. For every dollar that he wins He’s likely to lose twenty. It Was a Cinch. "Silence gives consent,” as the young man remarked when he asked a deaf and dumb girl for a kiss.— Nashville Banner.