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A Story of An American Girl.
BY MATTIE DYER BRITTS.
CHAPTER T.
The fr**h loveliness of ihe brightest
■ummer morning that ever shone lay
around old Douglas Hall. Marcia Doug
las. the g*nial old Squire’s only daugh
ter. stood upon the verandah, very fair
and Mveet to look upon, with her ex
Quisitely rounded tigure. her pure.* fresh
complexion, her wavy, red dish-brown
hair, and above all. her large, lustrous,
•anieat brown eyes, which showed so
clearly the true, gentle soul within. A
manly step sounded near the window,
and the tall figure of her cousin Vance
appeared on the verandah.
"Oh. here you are!" he said. “I’ve
been searching the who'e house for you.
Wouldn't you like a ride in the cool of
the morning V
•*When did you ever kn- w me to re
fu** a ride?"
‘‘Not often. I confess. Well, get on
rour habit, then, and I’ll order the
korses."
Marcia disappeared at once. A auce
went to the corner of the verandah, and
gave utterance to a peculiar, long whis
tle. Tall, broad of shoulder and strong
•f limb, with a fair complexion, sunny
blu* eyes, golden hair and drooping mus
tache. he was a splendid specimen of a
no* !e young Kentuckian. a man to be
Instinctively loved and trusted, as he
was. and deserved to be, wherever he
went. Ilia call was promptly answered
by a small negro boy, who < nine tum
bling around the corner •*( the house,
docking his woolly head with a giggle
a* lie asked:
"Want me. Marse Vance?"
“Go down and tell Sam to saddle Miss
Marcia’s home and mine, too, and have
them round here in ten minutes. And
don’t let the grass grow under your feet,
cither."
“Hi! he ’spect it gwiue grow ober ray
bead?" giggled Pete, ns Me tumbled awny
to do hit master’s bidding
Vance turned to go into the house,
ann met Squire coming out.
"Any commissions,to day. uncleV” he
asked. "Marcia aud f am going to ride.
If yon have errands, we will ride to
ward town."
"No, thanks. I have none to-day.”
The old squire seated himself in his
great easy chair, and Vatic® ran lightly
up to his own room. When he came down
again Marcia was standing beside her
father, drawing her long buff gauntlets
over her dimpled hands, the
folds of her stylish habit thrown over
her arm, the blue plume of her hat float
ing down to her pretty, sloping shoul
der*.
Sam appeared at that moment, lead
ing the horses up tile broad carriage way
which ran pnat the end of the house, and
curved down the lawn to the great gates.
Vance ran down the steps. Marcia paus
ed to kiss her father good-by, and fol
lowed him.
“Sleepy this morning, Sain?” asked
Vance. “I thought you might be. it took
you so long to bring the horses."
**Dla yer bens’ de fault o’ dat, Marse
Vance," grumbled Sam. “Better watch
her, sah! She’s got temper in her dis
morniu’, an* es ye don’t look out she'll
toss ye ober her head, ’deed will she,
Marse Vance!"
"Don’t be scared. Sam." answered
Vance, lightly. “Red Arrow knows her
master. Hold her head while 1 help
Miss Marcia."
He lifted Marcia to her seat, arranged
her bridle, and yaulted lightly into his
•wn saddle. One touch to the reins,
and the willing steeds were off. Sam
marching before to open the road gate,
Bquire Douglas following them with an
affectionate gaze from bis chair on the
rerandnh.
“What a glorious morning!" said Mar
cia, as they let the horses go slowly
down the yellow rond. “Look, Vance,
at yonder boat. Sec how the sunlight
strikes the paddles nnd turns the drops
to diamonds! Isn't it beautiful?”
She drew rein and pnused. the better
to admire the gorgeous panorama of hill
and. dale spread out before them, the
bright river winding iu the foreground
like fl sliver ribbon.
-'lt is beautiful, indeed!” said Vance.
"I don’t think we need rush ofT to for
eign lands to behold grand scenery, when
such magnificent views He nt our own
doors. ‘Whither shall our footsteps tend
—up the hill or down the glade?' ” he
quoted.
"Suppose we ride over to Leslie's. I
haven’t seen the girls for a week.”
"All right, so be it. I am a gallant
knight, at any Indy's command,” said
Vance, bowing with the sir of mock chiv
alry which became him so well.
"Then she bids you sun yourself In
Maggie Leslie’s bright eyes!" replied
Marcia, in the same vein.
"If 1 dared so much, Lionel Edwnrds
wbuld treat me to sundry glances rather
black than bright. But w’Su't that be a
si. •" ride?"
"Oh, I only meant to make a call
there, and then go where we plense."
" ‘So mote it be.’ Come, Red Arrow.’’
And they broke into a light canter which
soon brought them to River View, the
beautiful home of the I<eilies.
The riders were seen from the house,
anil Mag nnd Myra, fre»h. and blooming
as the Baltimore roses which climbed the
. old portico, came run Bing opt. to welcome
them with true coifntry 'hospitality.
They greeted Marcia with warm kiss
es, and Vane# wm kindly clasping
hands. ,
“We are so glaii yoti hnvg come,"
cried Maggie, "f'lorry Kdwarda la here
Now you shall stay fill day, and we’ll
hare a good tinsel put up the
horaea,” '
The Leslie girls -ere pretty, spright
ly maidens of elghteeu and Umtfdy. Mag,
the elder, was a daahjng byunette, Myra
a hnndaoine blonde, golden haired and
blue-eyed, gentle and loving'. There was
* a brother. handsome, reckless, good
has*'ad Dick, whose nilmirntlon for Mar
els was pntent to everybody.
"Dick bos gone to I-exington to-day.
Mvn Le ovrfuUe vexed when U* Oudvi
you were here," said Maggie. “But here
is Florence.’’
Lionel. Maggie’s sweatheart, was Flor
ry’s twin brother. They were l»oth tall
and graceful, with the same dark hair
and clear, deep-gray eyes, and if not
strictly handsome, were very attractive:
and those who knew them
them best.
Floreuce cared more for Vanes Dbug
las than for any one else in the world.
She knew that he only loved her as a
friend—was never likely to do more; for
she knew also a secret which no one else
had yet guessed, that his lore was given
to his cousin Marcia, but she was not a
girl to pine after a lover who had never
really been hers. She made her little
ifconn all to herself, and thru, with a
cairn smile, bravely hid her secret, and
Vance’s, too, so deep in her gmtle heart
that no one dreamed they were there.
Marcia and Vance made a pleasant
call at the Leslies’, and then, resisting
the entreaties of Maggie and Myra to
spend the day. they again mounted their
horses, and gayly rode away—yes. to
meet the fat* which r.t that instant was
hastening to meet them.
CHAPTER 11.
The Bend was a sharp curve round n
rocky "hich northward led to
Frankfort and southwnrd to the Falls.
The approach to the Bend lay through a
lovely green stretch of woodland, where
the overhanging bought almost met
above the narrow way.
“Oh, how delightful!" cried Marcia,
as they rode iu under the leafy bower.
“Isn’t it?" echoed Vance. “Let us ride
slowly and enjoy the shade." He allowed
_his rtyu to drop loosely upon the glossy
neck of Red Arrow, who was now per
fectly quiet, and reaching nbove his hea4,
gathered two or three green branches and
began to weave them into a wreath.
“A crown of victory, my dear!" said
Vance, lightly. "When 1 finish it we will
ride a race to the Falls, and the one who
gets there first wears the garland."
Light words, gayly spoken! But little
did Vance know that they were the* last
happy, carelessly free words he would
utter, the last untroubled moments he
would spend for long, long months to
come.
The crown of leaves was fated never
to be .finished. The gay race was never
run. As Vance spot-A tbn a
horseman dashed swiui.. • t:urv.*
from the south, and galloped toward
them.
Startled by the unexpected appear
ance, uncontrolled by her rider’s hand,
Red Arrow gave a sadden, mad plunge,
then reared violently, almost standing
upright. Marcia screamed, Vance snatch
ed at his rein, but before he could catch
it he was dashed to the ground, and Red
Arrow, true to her name, flew homeward
swift as the shaft sent from the bow.
With a second cry of alarm, Marcia
reined up her horse aud sprang from her
saddle, to hasten to her cousin. But
quick as she was, the stranger who had
been the nnlucky cause of the mishap
was quicker. Before she could reach
Vance be was bending over the fallen
rider, saying in deep, melodious toues:
"I beg ten thousand pardons! I fear
my heedless riding frightened your horse!
I sincerely trust you are not seriously in
jured. sir. Can you rise, with my help?"
“Thanks, but I do not require help,"
answered Vance, sitting upright, very
much mortified by the accident "I am
not at all hurt, and my fsll was due only
to my own carelessness."
He attempted ..to rise to his'feet, while
the stranger turned and bowed deeply
to Marcia, his dark, lustrous eyes plainly
expressing his Admiration. Marcia re
turned his elaborate bow merely by a
slight inclination of her pretty head, her
attention being absorbed in Vance.
His right ankle would not support Jiis
weight, and after one or two attempts
to stand, be gave it up. and sank back
with a smothered exclamation of pain.
Marcia dropped on her knees beside him.
almost sobbing In her distress.
“Oh. Vance, Vance! Where are you
hurt? What la it? What can we do?"
“Nothing, Marcia, but compose your
self. 1 believe my ankle is badly sprain
ed. but that is all. Indeed, you must not
be so frightened, dear child. I can ride
home, if this gentlem •» will kindly assist
me to mount my horse."
"Your horse has taken French leave,
Mr. Douglas.” aaid the hnndsome stran
ger, stepping forward 1 and raising his
hat politely os h* added, with a daz
zling smile: "Am,] pot right? Ilnveu’t
I the pleasure of addressing Mr.. Vance
Douglas, of Frankfort?”
"I am certainly Vance Dougins, but"
—with a keen look at the stranger—"yee.
I believe I do know you. Shall I be
wrong If I say Louis I>e Dru, of South
Carolina T' *•
"Certainly right!" cried the tyrilliant
stringer. f»i knew you at once, though
we hare not met since our college days."
*1 am glad to welcome you to Ken
tucky, Mr. Le Dm,” said Vance, cor
dislly trending his hand, not allowing
his pain to make him forget
courtesy. "Allow me to present you to
my rousin, Miss Douglas. Cousin Mar
cia. I make you acquainted with Mr. Le
Dru, of Charleston, an old college mate
of mUe."
"I am happy and honored to meet Miss
Douglas," said the deep, musical tones.
“Fate has been l>oth kind and* unkind
this morning. Though I exceedingly re
gret the manner of our meetiug, 1 could
hardly fail to be glad to meet my oid
friend, and also the fair daughter of my
| father’s oldest aud best friend, Squire
i Douglas."
"Indeed?" said Marcia, kindly. “Theu
you must be the ton of Simon Le Dru."
"I am, at yonr service, Miaa Douglas.
And since his name seems familiar to
yon. I infer that &tjuire'Douglas has not
forgotten hia old friend."
"Dh, no. oo!" said Marcia. "He re
members him well, and will be glad to
receive his son under the root of Dong
las Hall." she added, frankly.
■>„'u do me much brataa U‘u
ponflfci," replied the courtly Le Dru.
lou will understand how I appreciate
your kindness when I tell you that I am'
at preheat eu my way to visit your
father."' ~
An ingenious little fiction of Louis Le
I>ru s. Up to his chance encounter with
\ ance and Marcia, he.had not even re
membered that his father’s bid friend
Hied in the State which he was visiting
merely for his own pleasure.
But Marcia could not know So
with genuine Kentucky hospitality, she
said, warmly: "Nothing could give us all
greater pleasure. Mr. Le Dru!" .At that
j instant the rattle of a rapidly approach
j ing wagon wan heard, and quickly turn
. ing. Marcia added, "Oh. how lucky!
j Here is Sum, with the light wagon."
"W Miss Marshy, it am Sam, jes’ in
; Bme! ’ cried that individual, rattling up s
stopping the wagon and springing from
if. with haste and coming close to Vance.
“Hi, Marse Vance! Dat beas’ done
jes what I tole yer, did she? She come
u rnrin' an’ a tarin’ up to de gate an’
jes’ tuck gate, pos’, fence an’ all, at one
clnr jump! I’« jet’ drivin’ out, gwine to
mill, an’ I knowed her, so I jes’./ollered
her tracks hyar, fas’ as I could drive!"
fc ‘Did papa see her?" asked Marcia,
quickly.
"Yes’m, Miss Marshy, de Squire an*
Miss Mad’line bofe out on de piaezy. an’
seed her Jump de fence. Dey done got do
breaf’ o’ life skeert plum out’n dcre
bodies, too! Dat ar beas’ need her back
bn.k fur dis yer piece o’ wuk!"
“Hold your tongue. Sam!" ordered
Vance. “There 1b no harm done, worse
than a sprained ankle. But 1 am glad
you came, for you can drive me home.
Now. Marcia, if you will ride on with
Mr. Le Dru, and relieve the alarm at
the house, Sam and I will follow at
once."
"Shall I have the honor of placing
you in your saddle, Miss Douglas?” ask
ed Mr. Louis, turniug to Marcia and
gallantly offering his hand.
She placed her small foot upou his
palm, and let him lift her to her seat.
Then he mounted his own horse, and
rode away by her side to carry the news
to Douglas Hall.
tTo De continued.)
MADE HIS STORY TOO LONG.
Policeman Overdid It in Kxplainlng
Why He Was Late.
The old precept, “A friend In need
U a friend Indeed," had a freeh verifi
cation in Baltimore the other day when
Policeman Charles Bredecamp w*ns ar
ralgned before the board of police com
mteaioners charged with official mis
conduct. The particulars of the patrol
man’s dire need nnd the friend who
failed nt the crucial moment are hlghlj
Interesting.
When Patrolman Brodecamp’i squad
lined up before the desk at the police
station that officer was absent. Exact
ly seventeen minutes after roll call the
missing officer entered the police sta
tlon with n rush, bringing with him a
prisoner/ Yanking the man up In front
of the desk, the officer removed his hat
to mop the perspiration from his brow,
while Lieutenant Morhlser, who was
on duty, opened the docket to record
the case.
In answer to the lieutenants ques
tions the prisoner said he was Freder
ick Mac<»/^
“WTtfft’s the charge against this
man?” asked the lieutenant
"Disturbing the peace by making
loud and unseemly noises," said the of
ficer. "He has been making a lot of
trouble around his home lately. He
created a racket this morning In his
house and I had been watching the
place for over an hour, waiting for an
opportunity to arreat him. That’s
what made me late. Just a little while
ago I heard his wife Cry ’Murder!’ and
then I ran into the house and arresrted
him. He Is ”
Right here, In the midst of his ac
count of Mr. Mace’s conduct, that gen
tleman stepped forward and said an
grily: “Here, now. I can't stand for
this. Charley. I’ve been a good friend
of yours many a time, but this is too
much. Lieutenant, may I make a
statement':''
"Certainly," sa d the lieutenant, won
dering what was about to be revealed.
"Well, lieutenant, I was sleeping
peacefully In my bed this morning,
when Patrolman Bredecamp pulled my
doorbell. He asked my wife If J was
at home and I slipped od some clothes
and went to see him. He said that he
had overslept himself and would be
late for roll call and asked me If I
would let him run me In and prefer a
trivial charge against me, so he would
have an excuse for being late. He and
I liaVtrTflways been good friends and
1 consented, but I can’t stand for the
charge be Is making against me,"
The lieutenant wgs astounded at Mr.
Mace'S' statement and at first supposed
It to be simply a prisoner’s blttff, but
after questioning the officer closely he
saw fit to release Mr. Mace. He also
reported the case to Captain Henry,
who preferred charges against the offi
cer. "" ,
When arraigned before the board the
officer admitted the truth of the charge
and said that his lateness had been
caused entirely by his oversleeping
himself. He made no excuses for hla
little, well laid plan, which, unfortu
nately for him, .went awry, and the
commissioners appeared to be com
pletely amazed at the case.
Not the Same Thing.
Ethel —He has promised to give me
every dollar he earns.
Pupa —Better make him promise to
give yod every dollar he gets. He hai
a political Job, you know!—Puck. ,
The only ghosts who creep Into this
world are dead young mother#, re
turned to see how thylr children fare.
There la no other Inducement great
enough to bring the departed back.-i-J.
M. Karri# ' - • . _
The United States furnishes fbd.OOO.-
OuO of tbs $205,000,000 worth 'of gold
which the world produced in 190 a
Colorado produced $28,000,000, Callfor
ule (1$ 000,(40. and Alaska la uvyvn
S 3 Editorials Si
OPINIONS OF GREAT PAPERS ON IMPORTANT SUBJECTS
Worth of Weather Predictions.
CCORDINCJ to the authorities at Washington,
only 17 per cent of the weather forecasts are
failures. It must he Admitted that the worth of
the Weather Department Is growing, aud that
It has become invaluable. Along the great lakes
and rivers the weather forecasters practically
control commerce. So much faith is placed In
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their Information that ships sail or remain in port, accord
ing to the intelligence given out. On the great lakes it is
seldom that a great storm finds shipping unprepared, be
cause the weather man has done his duty.
The farmers are especially benefited by weather Intel
llgence, and the faith that the public has In predictions Is
shown by the fact that in every newspaper office the one
Item that must appear without fail, in some fixed prom
inent position, is the weather report Every year there is
development and more scientific accuracy in p- crirg into
the Post.
Be Grateful to the Farmer.
X seeking the reason for the nut: . in
tied prosperity do not overlook the fanner. He
Is the man who set the wave of prosperity in
motion. Secretary Wilson, of the Agricultural
Department, now shows facts and figures to
prove that It Is the farmer who is still keeping
Ihe country prosperous. In UK'5, for Instance.
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the surplus of farm products which wore not needed for
domestic consumption nnd were sold abroad amounted to
SSTS.OOO.QQO... Exclusive of farm products, the balance of
trade was against us. the exports of other products falling
$50,000,000 below the imports. So great was the farmer's
contribution to the exppr trade, however, that his products
not only wiped out this balance but established a balance
ru our favor of fully $307,000,000.
It is not without reason that Secretary Wilson breaks
Into praise of the growers of wheat and corn and other agri
cultural products. Itig crops mean activity in all productive
and manufacturing lines and an Immense freight-carrying
traffic on the railroads. A large business for the railroads
means general activity In the variegated industries which
I A LOrf&ffß AND AN tAGLE. J
“The disappearing lobster," as fish
commissioners have termed him, might
not only remain, but flourish and in
crease if lie always resisted capture
like one described in Forest and
Stream. The lobstdr in question lived
in Newfoundland. His would-be cap
tor was a white-beaded eagle. Says
a witness of the'conflict:
My guide and I were sitting on the
rocks by the seashore watching the
bird soaring round in circles, when
suddenly we saw him dasli down into
a pool 'of water close by us ou the
beach and reppppnr, holding an enor
mous lobster in lbs talons, lie was
an old lobster with a huge claw white
with barnacles; but the eagle had him
clutched firmly round the back, and
at first we could ' see the claw hang
ing helplessly down, the barnacles
shining white In the sunlight.
Only for a second though. The rip
ples on the pool had not yet died away,
the largo drops of water had not ceas
ed to fall upon its surface from the
soarlug eagle's feathers and the cap
tive lobster alike, when the lobster
suddepjy awoke to the seriousness -of
the situation, aud to think with that
apparently helpless creature was to
act. Up came the great white bar
nacled claw and seized the eagle round
the neck.
There was a furious fluttering and
beating of xflngs, a melancholy
squawk, and then, tumbling nnd roll
ing bend over heels In the air In a
confused muss, down came eagle and
lobster again, Into the pool.
We rushed forward, thinking that
we could, perhaps, in some way secure
both combatants, as the splashing of
the conflict continued in the shallow
wnter. But we had hardly time to
pick up a stone apiece to throw at the
eagle before the lobster, feeling him
self nt borne again, let go bis bold.
Now, with his neck all torn and de
void of feathers, a.way flow the be
draggled eagle to a neighboring cliff,
while, ‘brandishing his enormous claw
In defiance, the lobster remained —
smiling, perhaps—at the bottom of tbe
pool. But the lobster wll doubtless
tell you. If you meet him, that the lob
ster-fishing In Newfoundland is very
poor at present.
SECRETS OF LIFE.
Object of Biological Laboratories at
Tortugas and on Long Island,
Fresh Interest In the Carnegie In
stitution Is awakened by the selec
tion, under its auspices and with Its
support, of two locations for biological
laboratories to accommodate those
branches of its service that deal with
the beginnings, the development nnd
the mutations of life llself. These lab
oratories are to be established nt Cold
Springs Harbor, on Ivong Island, and
at Dry Tortugas, The former will be
the more Important, or at least wjll
begin Its work on a larger scale and
with better auxiliary equipment than
the other. Inasmuch as It will be In
close proximity t 6 the Hibokiyn In
stitute and to the hatchery of the New
York State flSli eArtimlskion. ami dur
ing the two busy summer months
, when investigation Is tliqlr
facilities will be placed at Its dlsposul.
Along the'upper,.(3id, of-the harbor a
samlsplt runs nearly the whole dis
tance, forming an. almost inclosed has
in which Is very rich in inai'rne life,
while the channel between It niJd'the
outer harbor 'exhibits a rank growth
of jtlgne, among which mollusks and
Wclilnori'erina arc abundant.' - .*
There was soma prospect at one
contribute to railway maintenance aud operation. It also
means large and regular dlvhleud.%and a healthful tone In
the world of finance. In fact, while the farmer Is pro
duelng large and salable crops the nation bus a stable basis
of prosperity which even the wildest financiering of Wail
street speculators cannot disturb.—Chicago News.
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their rulers?
What nation ever permanently profited by war for war’s
sake? Where is the empire of Alexander, the Rome of
Julius Caesar, the France as Napoleon made it? And the
conquerors themselves? Caesar died by the hand of an
assassin, because lie was too ambitious. Alexander, un
sat Isfiod. sighed for more worlds to conquer. Napoleon,
perhaps the greatest of them all, died a hopeless prisoner.
In the awful bankruptcy which robbed hint of,throne, son,
wife. everything.
These men had drunk to the dregs of military glory;
their fame makes beggars of the pang military heroes of a
day; and yet—
Verestchagin in his Vive l’Empereur paints* the glories
of war In a heap of skulls with vultures Hying overhead.
A young French professor of history, M. Herve, In a recent
text book, thus summarizes Naiioleon's work: "Four mil
lion men killed on the battlefield; national hatreds that
were to perpetuate themselves nnd bring about fresh hos
tilities; the Declaration of the Rights of Man hated, and
justly hated, by all humanity.” If this be as unfair nnd
one-sided as to curse Napoleon for the Ills which France
endured with the geturn of the Ilourbons (as some writers
actually do), it Is \ot without, suggestiveness as showing
the other side of military glory—the conqueror cursed for
his very triumphs, because of this awful cost of his glory.
In blood and treasure. —Albany Argus.
JAPANESE SOLDIERS CAN SHOOT STRAIGHT.
■' F' . I SI ! A I' I I " .I A
time that the laboratory established at
Woods Hole, at which excellent work
has been doue tor some years, would
be Incorporated in the general system
of the Institution, but the selection of
Cold Spring Harbor was made upon
the advice of Professor Charles B. Da
venport, of Harvard and Chicago uni
versities, who will be Ihe directing
head of the new laboratory, and
whose achievements in tjlie past justi
fies the hlgligst expectation of the new
line of Investigation in which he Is
to engage. Researches into tropical
marine life have not been carried so
far as in higher altitudes, and rich dis
covery, it Is believed, awaits the work
at Dry Tortugas, which will lie under
the direction of Professor Alfred U.
Mayer, formerly of Harvard and now
president of the zoological department
of the Brooklyn Institute of Arts and
Sciences.
Science seems to be adventuring Into
broader realms of mysfery than ever
before. It Is bolder aud more persist
ent than at any previous time In the
world's history. It Is building not for
to-day, but for all time. The struc
ture which It proposes to rear Is Ixmnd
less, and its fearlessness and faith are
iu striking'contrast to the timidity with
which, not so many years ago, it; ap
proached problems which now seem
simple If not almost contemptible.
Could Professor Darwin return and
witness tbe emancipation of mind
wrought by his doctrine of evolution
he would have no reason to reproach
himself for contributing nothing to the
world's progress. It Is nothing less
than the’ secret of life that It is pro-
IKtsed to probe nt these laboratories.
How does it start; upon vvhat condi
tions does It depent In the scale of as
cent or descent? As Professor Black
ford, of the fish and game commis
sion, says of It, “Neither Professor Da
venport nor nnyone else expects to live
to see the work undertaken more thnn
Just begun. It Is laid out on lines com
prehending the onuses of maintenance
and development that will require n
course of oboervstlon of possibly cen
turies.” —Boston Transcript.
NEW VEIL DANCE.
Jnat the Opposite from the Grotesque
and Noisy Cake Walk.
A new dance which has already cap
tivated Paris has made Its appearance
In the London ball rooms, bays the Lon
don Mall.
The dance of the veil —la danse du
uatye—ris Just tlie opposite of the gro
tesque apd noisy .cake walk, and Is
likely to bring back something of the
grace and beaujyfof the stately minuet.
The veil dancers floitt and glide
about with light! nebulous wings at
tached to file sidy or'back of the cor
sage. These they waVb tip and down
as they daintily advance or recede with
tripping* steiis; or manipulate them so
as te form -beautiful and varied figures
In wing and cloud effects.
Much of • the . beaqU of the 'lance
depends on ,tho cleverness and orig
inality of the dancer, who may make It
The Futility of War.
N this day and age of t#e world, what an
anachronism It seems that Russia and Japan
must settle their differences by the arbitrament
of the sword. Nearly two thousand years after
Christ, has the world advanced so little, Is there
no other way? Must men still be foofl for
cannon, to serve the selfish ambitions of
stately with statuesque poses, or romp
ing nnd coquettish, us will best suit
her personality.
In the bnll room tlio veil dancer's
wings are worn with the regular even
ing gown, being fashioned of color, ma
terial nnd design to harmonize with
the costume for which they are Intend
ed.
- The wings may be of illk, with long
ends, which are waved and handled
like scarfs, but those of tulle or mus
lin are generally preferred, as they give
a delightful, transparent, gauzy effect,
and are more novel, is not so easy to
manipulate prettily.
Df ten the wings are bespangled
with gold or silver, so that they scln
tlllatcgnnd flash ns the dancer moves
to and -fro waving them beneath tlio
lights.—Boston Ilernfd.
WAS THIS LAND PAID FOR?
Confederate Money Was the Only Con
sideration Received for It.
A'suit lias been filed In the second
division of Pulaski circuit court which
takes one hack to the days of the con
federacy, when the currency In circu
lation was that issued by the Confed
erate States of America.
Tbe suit is a petition filed by tlie
heirs of Mark Kelly, through their at
torneys, ltose. Hemingway A Rose,
praying a writ of mandamus directed
to Francis E. Conway, State land coin
missiouer, to compel him to issue a
patent to certain lands in Green coun
ty, purchased by Kelly in ISSB, aud
which were paid for in confederate
money.
The petitioners nre J. W. Kelly, C.
E. Stone, 11. L. Stone, Allto Stone aud
Frances Valley Bowen, by M. F. Col
lier.
The petition alleges that In 1858
Mark Kelly purchased at a sale by the
common school commissioner of
Greene county the west half of the
southeast quarter of section 10, town
ship 18 north, runge 0 east, consisting
of eighty ncres, located In the north
ern part of Green county, about eight,
miles from Puragould. Later, “when
the civil war was flagrant and when
the only circulating medium was con
federate money,” Kelly paid for the
land In confederate money, which was
accepted by the State as good and
sufficient pajtinhnL
However, Kelly neglected to secure
from the State a patent for the lnnd.
He entered upon the land and remain
ed in full nnd undisputed possession
thereof until hjs death. Blnco which
time the heirs have continued in pos-r
session, claiming it ns their own.
Recently they applied lo the State
land commissioner for a pntent on thb
lnnd. which he refused to Issue on the
sole ground that it was paid for in
Confederate money.—Little Rock
Gazette.
* It Takes Time.
It takes nhout 25 days to print bank
notes properly t*o tliat they will lie
fully "seasoned" to go Into the handa
of the pi’’ "