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Impressions of Low.
First iiupn ssion is the cornerstone upon which one reai s an estimate of bis fellow man. partii r.larly if that fel lowman be a politic a! "andidate, says the New York Even.a;; Post. From hearing Mr. Low sp<ak. one does not go away remembering a ringing period nor a top-heavy structure of oratory, but he does take with him the con sciousness of having listened to an honest, whole-hearted man, whose in terest is the common interest, whose earnestness is superb. To the eye Mr. Low is a fine, rugged figure of a man. He looks as if he had just come indoors. This comes of the care he gives to his physical being, the walks, the matutinal bicycle rides. He says an hour on his bicycle in the park can thoroughly rest him after hours at his desk, or prepare him for hours more. He is a man of such methodical life that there ir small wonder it is re flected in his very appearance. It shows in the careful manner in which his hair is brushed —it looks as if each hair had been separately assigned to its place—in his carefully knotted cravat, in the ancient Grecian-coin pin which is always in the same spot, in the lack of wrinkles in his coat, in the way he has of rising from his chair and advancing 'or a greeting. In one thing Mr. Low closely resembles the late President McKinley, in fact, public men who know of these things say that Mr. McKinley alone excelled him in it. This is in the gracious and at the same time expeditious manner of receiving visitors. President Mc- Kinley could see more persons and see them with more satisfaction to them than any man in this country. Mr. Low has been devoting about two hours every day to receiving visitors at his headquarters, No. 41 East Twenty-third street, former Senator Frank D. Pavey presenting them in turn, and his abilities are, indeed, put to the test. In an hour and .a half one recent afternoon Mr. Low greeted and talked —not merely chatted, but talked —with nearly 150 visitors, and it is safe to say that not one went away feeling that his time had been short ened one minute foi the sake of the others in the waiting line. Mr. Low s method—if it may be called method; it does not seem one— is to meet the visitor as if there was not another soul in the room, and he had all day at the visitor’s disposal. The preface of the greeting is a smile which is more in the eves than on the lips, and the extended hand, with its warm, manly clasp, comes noxt. From the moment the visitor begin.- to speak Mr. Low is all attention, and after a moment’s chat he generally leads the way to his desk and offers the visitor a chair. Some days Mr. Low does the major part of the talking; other days he listens. Thus he varies the McKinley method, which was to yield the floor to the caller. Mr. Low’s unvarying dignity has been mistaken for chilly reserve. His dignity may be called academic. It follows old-established rules of con duct and bearing. It is the dignity of his father’s father without its gravity. This quality impresses every one who meets him. But the warmth of the hand-clasp and the intentness with which he listens —he possesses the faculty of listening to a marked degree—dispel any preconceived un favorable notion. It may be said that he is still president of Columbia; that he will always bp. His twelve years in that office have left an ineffaceable impress upon him. They have prepar ed far more thoroughly for mayoralty duties than a little dabbling in the law or politics or both. College presi dents arc business men these days. Problems of business as well as those of education confront them. Not only have they the brains cf a thousand or more young men to attend to; they have property in the millions to safe guard and increase and multiply. Mr. Low carried business methods into ■Columbia just as he carried them into the mayor’s office in Brooklyn. And Columbia profited just as Brooklyn profited. In judgment Mr. l.ow is slow, but never tardy. He considers many things Before he takes the step which shall be final, after the manner of the skilled chess-player, who ponders a move which may make or mar his en tire plan of action. Of Mr. Low s breadth of mind there can be no better comment upon It than to recall the fact that he was selected as a United States representative at The Hague peace conference, upon which the „yes of a'l the world were centered. This was a gathering of truly dispas sionate men in whom their govern ments placed the utmost reliance. If he had not possessed balance and acumen he could never have achieved what he has with Columbia. Colum bia 1* a monument to the industry and ability of this man An enormous capacity for work is his. The campaign will make deeper inroads upon the endurance of the other candidates than upon Mr. Low. He is up early every morning, and up late every night, and taxed with a task which the times and the manners make stupendous. His mail claims him in the early hours, also the morn ing talk with reporters at his house. Then follows a conference with his campaign secretary, and a headlong plunge into the arduous work of the day. There are speeches to be made that night, several of them —on Satur day night ho addressed seven meet ings. and lie must have new themes, or anew presentation of the old oues, he must make reply to the statements of his adversaries, the newspapers must be marked and called to his at tention. And all this work, the prep aration of the speeches, everything, must be crowded into comparatively few hours. It is not proper to say that Mr. Low prepnres his speeches as the word is understood He never writes them. He knows in a general way what he has to say. and with those mental notes alone he steps upon the plat form. This is what goes on day after day. without a moment’s respite, and at the seventh speech-making place he appears as fresh and virile as at the first. He appreciates that he works hard, but he says that he learned to do it in his father's business house. There he started side by side with the other employes, deprived by his father’s stern rule of life and business, of help or advantage, save those won by his own efforts, and foot by foot he climbed above his fellows. It was known that he had the winning of a partnership, but the elder Mr. Low would never have admitted him to it had he not seen the justice of it. Mr. Low lias a fine appreciation of paintings, and in his Ms.dison avenue house thei arc many excellent ex amples of dead and living masters. He is a reader of catholic taste, save that the light reading of the day earns scant attention. Commercial and financial themes and economies en gross him. In French and German Mr. Low is a proficient scholar. As to his fortune, he belongs to that small class of rich men who are known for themselves and not their millions. He has not an enormous fortune as they are rated in this generation, but he has had enougli to give Columbia $1,000,- 000 for the imposing library building, which is the chief adornment of the university reservation. He inherited much from his father, Abel A. Low of Brooklyn, one of the wealthiest men of his day. Careful investment has augmented this, as his munificence to Columbia attests. SOMETHING ABOUT JEAN IN GELOW. Publication of Some Recollections in London. Miss Ingelow's descent on the moth er's side was from a family of Kil gours in Aberdeenshire, whose ances tral house of Kilmundie had ghosts and “everything handsome about 'em,'' when her great-grandfather lived there with his wife and twenty chil dren. George Kilgour, nineteentn of the twenty, went to London to find fortune, marry Miss Thornborough ad have twelve children. One of the two daughters married George Inge low, a banker, and their home was Boston in Lincolnshire, to which Jean’s most noted poem, “The High Tide,” gives more distinction than anything else except the fact, that the great Massachusetts city is its name sake. The review says: From Boston the Ingelows moved to Ipswich. It was there that Mrs. Bi gelow discovered that her Jean was ~ poet, for on opening the shutters of the child's bedroom windows to keep the sun out and the room cool she found that her little daughter had cov ered the back of them with verses. Poor little poet! she was brought up by a mother who venerated Charles Simeon. Legli Richmond. Isaac Taylor eet., and she had never been allowed to learn to dance, to go to a theater or race of any kind, or any other worldly amusement: only to tea parties at which serious subjects were duscussed and which ended with supper and prayers. When Jean gre upw, writes the author of the “Recollections," “she ; like other imaginative and romantic girls, had her dreams of love, and she had her lovers. . . .and I think though she never said so, that one handsome young sailor nearly won her heart.” Thus writes her friend and biographer, but she says she does not know wheather Jean Ingelow loved him or not. We feel absolutly sure that she,did, and so truly that she never married any one else; and we further believe, but only from .certain of her poems and from her Intrest in Arctic expeditions, ar.d from speaches which fell from her when talking in timately, that he must have been an officer who sailed with Sir John Franklin on that last expedition, from there was no return, and that for love of him se lived single all her days. Those who love .Jean Ingelow’s charming and imagnatve poems, never having heard those intimate speeches to which the reviewer al ludes, will scarcely find confirmation of this supposition in her verses; since "Divided," “The Long White Seam," ‘The Two Bridges.” and that poem of the youth lost in the mountains, are eveiy whit as full of feeling as the seng in "Supper at the Mill.” which every one of her lovers rembers, and which those who do not know her poems will like to read: When sparrows build and the leaves break forth. My old sorrow wakes and cries; For i know it is dawn in the far. far North, And a scarlet sun doth rise; Like a scarlet fleece the snow field spreads, And the icy founts run free. And the bergs begin to bow their heads. And plunge and sail in the sea. Oh my lost love, and my Own. own love, My love who loved me sol Is there never a chink on the world above Where they listen for words from below? Nay. I spoke once, and I grieved thee sure— I rember all that I said; And now I shall see theeuo more—no more. Till the sea gives up her dead. Thou didst set thy foot on the ship, and sail To the ice field and the snow; Thou wert sad, for thy love did not avail. And the end 1 could not know. How could I know I should love thee to-day, When that day 1 held not dear? How could I know I should love thee away, When I did not love thee anear? We shall meet no more on the sodden plain With the faded bents o'erspread; We shall stand no more on the see thing main. While the dark wrack drives o'er head; We shall part no more in the wind and the rain. Whore our last farewell was said; Bui perhaps 1 shall see thee and know thee again. When the sea gives up her dead. Miss Ingelow had “a circle of eminent and pleasent. people about her” in London, but she was always homesick for the country, and often stole away to enjoy it. The reviewer quotes from a letter which he confesses is dull, — "she talked much better than she wrote." An interesting reminiscence is added n reference to Calverley's parody of her verse:— She bad a great deal more to bear on tha occason than most people are aware of. for just before “Fly Leaves went to press ho was staying in Lincolnshire in the same country house with her. He told her some thing about it in the afternoon and said he should like her to read the bit about herself and see if there was any in it that she objected to. It came to her just as she was dressing for din ner. It was longer and much more severe thun as it now stands, and she so very much objected to it tha* she could scareley finish dressing or bear to meet him. "However. I went down stairs.” she said, “and you may imagiu what an evening I spent." He how ever, partly saw and she partly told Him how very much she disliked it, — anyhow, he took the worst verses out. “He preferred his friend to his poem,” was what she said; and in her ease, who would not have done so ? The reviewer adds one more item of personal knowledge, saying: “Her bio grapher is wrong in thinking that the copyright dinners (so called because she spent what shd received for her copyrights in giving them) ended when she left Holland street.” —her London residence. “Twelve (or was it six?) workhouse inmates dined once a week in Holland Villas road." STRAW HAT STYLES FOR NEXT SEASON. Straw hat styles for next year are just out. The new' shape of the men's Panama is a wonder. It shows an earnest effort of the Panama hat to gU back to the first.principles of con struction and form. The new shape Is exactly similar to that worn in South American countries. It resembles very much the form of Uncle Reuben's straw hat years ago. Immediately after a rain storm had taken advantage of its unprotected condition. Imagine a wide brim exactly round, the crown drawn to a point and then pressed gently down half way until It has much the appearance of a cone with the top sawed off and you have the shape of your new Panama; Just .the kind that the South American senor delights in decorating with a single feather from the tall of a bald headed eagle. The demand for the new shape is said to be brisk —in some parts of the country. Local dealers, to use their own expression are “leary of It.’' They say that the nearest that the northwest has ever come to It has been the hats worn by the occasional real thing Mex ican who has wandered this way. They are buying the old shapes principally and letting Panama conduct his own campaign of education. Another thing that may militate against thrf Panama headpiece is the price, which will be high, as the togu! is of very fine qual ity. Kathryn Kidder will give, the first performance of Molly Pitcher, a revo lutionary war play by Gen. McDon ough, at Elisabeth, N. J., Tuesday. Ex- President and Mrs. Cleveland and the governor of New Jersey have accepted invitations to be present British medical journals of high au thorit insist that ozone can be arti ficially produced at reasonable expense to purify the air in tunnels, sewers, and other places In London. RAILROAD MEN IN ACCIDENTS. Interesting Reminiscences of Some Veteran Officials. There is a place in New York—the very last place one would think of — where stories without end may be heard about locomotives and the men who run them. It is not a place of grime and steam, but a quiet and lux urious club, spreading over the top floor of a very tall building on Forty second street, and here every day at luncheon time railroad officials gather; superintendents, managers and vari ous heads of departments, men who have grown prosperous and portly, but are always proud to talk about the boys at the throttle and recall ex periences of their own in certain ex citing runs. in the wide hall near the entrance of this Transportation club, is a drtvingwheel, green-painted, from the "I)e Witt Clinton." the first locomo tive that drew a passenger train in the state of New York, it is scarcely larger than a wagon wheel, though it is of iron, and an inscription sets forth how it made the historic run from Albany to Sehenactady on August 9, 1831. The walls show many pic tures, famous locomotives, scenes of accidents, and there are thrilling memories here in abundance if one have with him some veteran of the road to recall them. ‘‘lt. is not always the most serious accidents that frighten a man most," remarked a high official of the New York Central, one day, while the rest of us listened. "One of the worst scares I ever had was on a frleght train where there really wasn’t any thing to be scared about. We had just pulled out of Ottumwa, la., one dark night, with a caboose full of pas sengers, when rump—ump—bang— rip! Y'ou never heard such a racket. First one end of the car was lifted up off the rails and slammed down again, and then the other end was treated the same way; up and down we went, bump, bump, bump! and smash went a window, and on went the lights. Now, what do you- suppose it \vas?- Well it wasn’t anything alive, hut it got us into a panic ali right. We waved a lantern like fury to the en gineer ahead, but it seemed an age be fore he saw it, and we just bumped along, expecting every second to be split into kindling-wood. "We stopped at last, and found it was a beer keg—yes. sir, an empty beer-keg that had got caught under the caboose between the rear axle and the bolster of the truck, and had rolled along over the ties with the car balanced on it like a mail riding a rail. It wasn't broken, either; no sir, not a bit; and we had to chisel through every separate hoop before we would get it out. Talk about mak ing things strong- That beer keg was a wonder." "I had a more exciting experience than that," said another official—he was in the freight-handling depart ment. "It was a long time ago. I remember getting out at a station near Cincinnati for a hurried lunch, and be fore I knew it the train started. I was up by the engine, ant? as the drivers In gan to turn I jumped on the pilot. You see, I had often ridden there, being a railroad man, and the engineer knew me. “Everything went well for a few miles, and I sat on the bumper enjoy ing the rush of air. for it was a hot summer's day; but presently, as we swung around a curve, the engine gave a fearful shriek, and just ahead I saw an old white horse on the trank. He seemed not to hear the whistle; at all events, ho paid no attention to it until we were right on him. and then he was too dazed to do anything. I saw it was too late, and I drew iny legs up off the bumper anil leaned back against the end of the boiler. I must have made a picture as I crouched there. And the next sec ond--" "Well?” said somebody. “•/ell—i think you wouldn’t care to hear how things looked the next sec ond. We struck the white horse, and wonder of wonders. It didn't hurt me,' but it was an awful experience. I can tell you this; I've never ridden on the i**ot of a locomotive since that day. and I never shall again."—Cleve land Moffet in Bt. Nicholas Magazine. Boomerang Advertising. "Judicious advertising is the key stone of success," sure enough; but what shall we say of the boomerang advertising? Representatives of two firms in Portland, Me., drove out along a suburban road the other day with a wagon load of wooden sign boards. Never troubling to ask permission they invaded fields and orchards, aim wherever they found a consplclous tree, anywhere within 50 feet of the road, they nailed a sign on it. One or two landowners caught the scamps at work and ejected them with vigor and enthusiasm, but in most eases the mis chief was done before people found It out Happily, however, the matter was not allowed to rest here. Three or four citizens whose trees had been defaced got together and talked the thing over, and then followed the van dais right over their route and pledged 40 families not to trade with the firms responsible for the wooden signs. And, considering that the signs got tom down and broken up in the course of these proceedings, it is fair to assume that the Portland mer chants would have found It more profitable to do their advertising trough the newspapers. Speaking about trees, they deserve hotter treatment than merely to be jet alone. The Litchfield (CL) chapter of the Daughters of the American Revo lution has the right idea about that. It has made special effort to prevent the needless destination of roadside trees, it has incited people to plant trees, it has interested the children in the study of trees, and recently it has "mapped” all the historical and note worthy trees. The map, which shows all the village streets and residences, also shows throe "colonial syca mores." survivors of the 13 that Oliver Wolcott planted and named for the colonies; elms planted by Calhoun when he was a student at the famous Litchfield law school; the big elm that has long been the village "sign post; the elm that used to lie the whipping post; the oldest tree in the village, ail immense oak. the last sur vivor of the forest with which Litch field hill was covered when it was settled, in 1720 —and others, younger, which will he famous in their turn as they take on the dignity of age. The map gives the history as well as the location of the trees. So much of the past is thus made secure be cause it is put beyond the reach or hearsay and the people of the present are benefited, both sentimentally and practicaly, by the pious effort. How Dr. Holmes, that loving connoisseur of trees would have rejoiced at it.— Youth's Companion. ART OF THE HINDOO FAKIR. Many of Hi 6 Mystifying Feats Accom plished by Aid of Hypnotism. Captain Janies E. Parker, a well known English traveler who bus just returned from India, lias added an en tirely new and remarkable chapter to the many stories of Hindoo fakirs. It tends to bear out the charge that the fakirs hypnotize their audiences and,cause them to imagine they see things which are not. “The acknowledged greatest of all Hindoo mystic performances." said the captain, "and the one that has been told by trustworthy persons too often to he doubted, is the one in which the fakir throws a ball of twine into the air above him, while he holds the loose end of the string and then climbs it, with a knife between his teeth, following the boy assistant, who has preceded him In this performance the spectators, surprised when both boy and man climb out of sight, are horrified when the boy’s severed head, arms and legs, followed by his trunk, fall to the ground, with the man sliding down close behind. Their as tonishment is increased when the fakir gathers the quivering members and restores the boy to life. “Well, I saw this performance once and once I didn’t see it. and the latter experience was more wonderful than the former. "I had some London friends visiting me and after having left them for a few minutes on the broad veranda of my bungalow I saw as I was returning the same fakir and his assistant whom I hud soon perform the trick standing about forty feet in front of them ap parently preparing for their perform ance. As I was about the same dis tance behind the Indians and had not been observed I stood quietly where I was. “The man placed a drawn knife be tween his teeth, took the usual ball of twine in his right hand, made a motion as though throwing it In the air and then stood perfectly quiet. My friends on the veranda were looking Into the upper air with astonishment pictured on their faces, which In a minute turned to a look of horror as their eyes raine back to the ground. In another minute their countenances lit witli pleasure and they loudly ap plauded. "They could not say enough about the wonderful performance they had seen and were astonished beyond measure when I told them I had been as near the fakir as themselves and bad seen nothing of what had so won derfufly Impressed them.” LARGEST OF EARTH’S GUNS. Sixteen-Inch Rifle Just Completed at ( Watervliet Arsenal. The biggest gun in the world is now practically completed and awaiting its carriage in the shops of the army gun factory at Watervliet, N. Y. It was planned ten years ago and lias been over live years in process of con struction. When compared to it the largest gun built in the civil w'ar times looks like a toy cannon This new weapon is known as a six teen Inch breech-loading rifle anil It Is intended for harbor defense. Forty of these monsters were recommended by the Endlcott hoard for the harbors of New- York, Boston, San Francisco and Hampton Roads. New York was to have eighteen, Boston eight. Han Francisco ten and Hampton Hoods four. According to present intentions this number will he somewhat reduced. Home idea of the size and power of this gun may be hail from the fact that it throws a projectile weighing 2,370 pounds. It requires 1,176 pounds of ordinary powder to do this, or 676 pounds of the new smokeless powder. The cost of a single firing of the gun is over $1,500, of which the projectile alone costs SI,OOO The gun has a range of twenty-one miles. It has a penetrating power that will. It H es timated, bore 42.3 Inches Into hardened steel. The missile which It burls is nearly as long as a man, five feet and four inches. It will throw this pro jectile, If aimed at an angle of 46 degrees, to a height in the projectory of ever five miles. If Mont Blanc were set on tep of Pike’s peak this gun world shoot over them, clearing the top. it is computed, by 600 feet The time between the shell’s leaving the gun and its striking earth will be a minute and a quarter. The best performance of any gun up to this time is credited to a 9.45 call her Krupp gun. In 1892 an exhibi iion was given before the Gilman em peror on the Meppen range. The gratest height peached by Uie Krupp shell in its flight was 91,456 feet, and the measured range was found to be 22,120 yards, or twelve aud one-taalf miles. This sixteen-inch breech-loading gun is fifty L et in length, five in diameter at the breech, tapering to a little over two feet at the muzzle. It weighs, ex clusive of carriage. 130 tons, it ig In teresting to compare these figures with the largest gun built in 1861—namely the Uodmnn smooth-bore twenty-inch. This gun is now at Fort Hamilton, New York, where it was plaeed nearly forty years ago. It was never in practical use, the largest gun seeing actual service in the war being a ten inch Parrott. Several of these were used at the siege of Charleston, where they were known as "swamp angels.’’ The twenty-inch Rodman gun is twenty feet long and is made in a single casting. It weighs fifty-eight tons, shoots a round ball weighing about 1,000 pounds, with a charge of powder weighing sixty pounds. Its range is about 8,000 yards, or four and one-half miles, and it will pene trate about six inches in wrought iron at short range. Only two guns of this type were ever made. They were cast at Pittsburg in 1864. During tho war the ten-inch Parrott guns were re garded as “monsters." They are small, even as compared with the Rodman. Major Charles S. Smith of the army bureau of ordnance says the new gu will be ready for the official testa as soon as the carriage mounts are com pleted. Washington Times. THAT OLD FOLKS’ HOME. Ample Explanation in Regard to the Egge Case. in regard to Thos. Egge, a paralytic who came from Bryant, S. D., and was refused admission to tho old poo pie's home at Stoughton, Rev. Adolph Bredeseu of that city thus writes to the Stoughton Hub: "To establish a home for homeless old people, Mr. and Mrs. Jerome Scolen donated their valuable farm as a site. Mr. and Mrs. Halvor Homme donated the necessary furniture, and other members of our church here and elsewhere subscribed more than sls, 000 to erect a suitable building. The superintendent and matron. Rev. and Mrs. M P. Ruh, ale giving their serv ices for the small earthly reward of their board and S2OO per annum Thus it has been made possible to give a large number of worthy old pco pie a comfortable home at a nominal price. There is genuine charity in all this. To say that ‘the homo is a char itnble institution only in a quasi sense,' is u gratuitous sneer. To say that ‘(he custom of the place is to care for those who have means and will leave their property to the Insti tution,' is a misrepresentation. It l one of the rules of our home, and of all or nearly all such Institutions, that people wiio have means cannot be ad mltted, except on condition that they leave their property to the Institution Such people do not need the home, aud it was not intended for them There Is no harshness In such a rule, and there Is no reason why such poo pie should In- admitted and eared for at such an Institution on liny other condition. The person who last week was sent hack to Dakota by Poor Coni inlssioner O’Connell did not come here under any 'misapprehension.' He was advised by letter by Supt. Ruh that he could not be admitted as an inmate because of Ills physical and mental condition, because lie Is a compare lively young man. and for other rea soils. Rules and regulations have been laid down for the guidance of the superintendent and the directors of ti e home Cnder these rules, to lie received us an Inmate a person must be duly recommended, must make application In due form to the board of directors, must be at lenst 60 years of age, and of sound mind and must not be a helpless invalid Our home for the aged Is not, and was never represented to be. a hospital, nor Is it a poorhouse, and it cannot be made the one or tho other without great Injustice to the inmates. Our home Is undergoing the experiences of every Institution of its kind. Because we cannot admit und care for every body who chooses to apply, or is sont here by someone, we are called no charitable, etc.” A WINK NOT INDICTABLE. At an old settlers’ picnic near Gold smith Saturday Herman Salter had a wagon-load of mysterious-looking half pint bottles In an adjoining grove. He carried samples among the crowd, saying with a wiuk tha* he had a flu*- article of “tea.” The bottles sold like hot cakca and hlB load was soon dl# posed of, some of the thirsty one* buying three and four bottles. Whoa the purchasers went to secluded spots to sample the liquor they were dla gUßted by the discovery that It was really tea and not whisky, as they sup posed. The tricky vender was ar rested for obtaining money under false pretenses, but was acquitted, the local magistrate holding that the goodt were true to name, as represented, that the only deception was In the wink, and that winking was not as Indictable off' nse.—Kokomo (Ind.j Correspondence Bt. I/>uls Globe-Demo crat.