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rCSO BBILDIHJ BAT ST. LOUIS, MISSISSIPPI Cm AS. O.'MOBBAU. Editor and Proprietor Long Distance Phono, ho. 8. tehebriptloa: tI.CA Per Year, In Advance It seems to the Philadelphia Ledger that the Standard Oil people took re bates without knowing it, and it war mean to fool them so. Considering the time it takes to make a flying machine and the distance it will fly before It collapses, the Atlanta Journal thinks the average man will conclude that he will save time by walking. Statesmen occasionally stoop to mere politics for the sake of currying pop ular favor. Now, here Is Secretary Taft, declares the Richmond Times- Dispatch, ostentatiously ruling that “a man’s mother-in-law is now a part of his immediate family.” An Indiana woman, reading her obit uary notice In the newspaper, prompt ly died, declining to believe that she was alive since the paper said that she was dead. Few such tributes to the veracity of the press, remarks the Richmond Times-Dispatch, have ever been paid. A reformed system of education pro posed in Germany would cultivate the understanding of girls rather than their imagination or sentiment. It sounds practical to the New York World, but not attractive. In this country we should not prefer the substitution of a scientific for a “sweet sixteen.” If the men teachers are able to dem onstrate their superiority they need not fear the demand ow women for equal wages, since If the women fall to make good the men will be masters of the situation, protests the Pittsburg Dispatch. The fear of feminization is a bogy phrase that will not stand analysis. If the men really desire to improve their position they will wel come women’s competition on an equality Instead of Insisting upon their competition at lower rates, which has and must have the effect of bringing them down also. Further, if the pur pose be to eliminate women from the teaching profession In the higher grades their advancement to the same salary must operate to the advantage of the men by removing the incentive to discriminate in favor of women by reason of their services being obtained for less money. SENTENCED TO PRISON SHIP. Where Naval Offenders Attend School and Religious Services. “The serving of one sentence aboard a prison ship is usually enough for the worst of sailors," said L H. Dunlavy, who haa just concluded his term of en listment In the hospital corps of the United States Navy. He served as a nurse for a time on board the United States naval prison ship Southery at Portsmouth, N. H. “They have no cells on the ship,” Dunlavy said. “The prisoners are locked at night in the forward and af ter berth decks. They are compelled to work every day except Sunday In the navy yard. Sunday they have to attend religious services. They get rather to liking Sunday, too. It gives them a chance to let out their voices when the hymns are being sung. Their working hours are from 6.30 to 11 o’clock in the morning and from 1 to 4 o’clock in the afternoon. This Isn’t all they have to do. They are required to attend a school. The common branches only are taught. The recita tions are held at night From 6 to 7 o’clock at night Is the dally study hour and they have to study, too. “A marine guard of eighty men ‘po lice’ the ship and do sentry duty over the prisoners while they are at work. Ordinarily there are about 250 prison ers on the ship. Very few escape. Oc casionally one tries to run by the sen tries, but it’s a big risk, for marines carry rifles loaded with ball and have orders to shoot any prisoner attempt ing to get away.”—Kansas City Star, Wanted to Get Into Prison. Felix Gonzoles of Sacorro sentenced to a term of two years In the peni tentiary on a charge of assault with a deadly weapon and whose case, upon appeal, was decided in favor of the lower court, had some difficulty In get ting into prison. As soon as he heard that the Supreme Court had affirmed the sentence of the lower court he went to the penetentlary near this city and said to Supt. Trelford: “I have been sentenced for two years and I want to begin serving my sentence as soon as possible.” Supt. Trelford was unable to accept the man as a prisoner because he had no commitment papers. When so in formed Gonzoles left the prison and after an hour returned with his com mitment papers duly signed and certi fied. He was then placed in a cell to begin serving a two years sentences —Santa Fe New Mexican. A Stationary Necessary. Mrs. Wickler —Dear me! how all the necessaries of life have gone up. Wickler—No; f they haven’t all gone up. Mrs. Wickler —Well, I should like you to mention one thing that hasn’t gone up. Wickler —Certainly. My salary.—lt lustrated Bits. The Great Mimic. “After all,” said Hi Tragerdy, di dactically, “Death is the star trage dian.” “I don’t know,” replied Lowe Com erdy, always? think of him as a low comedian —a mere mimic—because he's ahrays taking someone off.”— Philadelphia Press. SEVEN AQBt OF WHEELS; A wicker carriage we iprovlde In which the baby flret may ride. With kilts, a yellow cart arrives, — A doubtful billy-goat he drives, Xn knickerbockers, down the pike He circuses upon his bike. The age of love and gasolene Demands a sixty-horse machine. The years advance: he rides afar In his palatial private car. Old, feeble. If the day be fair, His valet wheels, him In his chair. Then one last trip he takes on wheels, His heed no higher than his heels. —Frank Roe Batchelder, in Puck. CONSOLATION. ] By Nellie K. Biisse t. ) “If It’s any consolation to either of us,” Harley said, with a glance at the girl beside him, "I hear we’ve behaved splendidly.” The girl poked the gravel with the point of her parasol, and avoided his eye. “I wonder,” she reflected, slowly, “whether you find it a consolation.” “I’m wondering,” he retorted, “whether you do.” “But what else,” she questioned with a touch of contempt, “could we have done?’ It was Harley’s turn to poke the gravel. “Wefl, the chief point in our favor,” he explained, “seems to be that we didn't mope—in the middle of the sea son, with so many anxious hostesses depending upon the support of our bril liant and successful presence. We showed pluck. We. didn’t wear our mangled and bleeding hearts upon our sleeves, and retire into a corner to be wail our forsaken lot. Every one ad mits, with extraordinary generosity, that we had every right to do so—but we didn’t. No, we said —in effect — ‘Hang the faithless pair! They’re not worth our tears’ —and society is grate ful to us^accordingly.” He paused and looked at her wth in terest. She continued to poke the gravel. “After all,” she answered, “moping wasn’t much good, under the circum stances. They were married. And — supposing things hadn’t gone so far as that—they didn’t want us. They took their own way out of the difficulty without consulting us. I think it would have been better if they had given us a chance of surrendering our rights to them willingly, but that’s a mere detail.” She fell upon the gravel with re newed vigor. Harley watched her. “Would you,” he said at last, “have surrendered your—rights —in such a spirit of self-sacrificing readiness?” “I wasn’t Archie Lovell's Jailer,” ghe retorted, a little haughtily. “I was merely the girl he was engaged to.” “Exactly,” he rejoined with warmth. “That’s what I told Angela Coventry— I mean, of course, Mrs. Lovell. They might at least have given us the chance of being generous.” “They chose,” she said coldly, “to consider us their jailers. They chose to make a violent escape from our — our custody. They assumed bolts and bars. I always used to think elop ments so romantic —in books. That was because I never considered the feelings of the people left behind. Now,” she added, with a laugh, “I’ve been left behind myself—l know what It feels like.” “It Isn’t,” Harley suggested, “the most gratifying of sensations.” “It isn’t And our only consolation,” she declared with Irony, “Is to be told that we’ve behaved splendidly—we haven’t moped!” The gravel flew before the tip of her parasol, Harley looked thoughtful ly at the ruin she was making. hasn’t,” he admitted presentely, “’been my only consolation, I had an other consolation, too.” “What was that?” she inquired with Interest. “Well —if you want to know —it was the fact that you were taking it so plucklly. If It hadn’t been for your example”—there was .the ghost of a twinkle in his eye—“l almost think I should have been tempted to mope. Think of that!” “My example!” “Precisely. You carried it off so well that I had to play up. We were both in the same dilemma —we were both cast for the ignominous role of The Forsaken. And I imagined, natu rally, that it would be worse for you.” He cast a sharp glance at her. She looked fixedly at the gravel. “It was worse for you—naturally,” he repeated, with emphasis. “I don’t see exactly why,” she said, in a low voice. “Go on.” “And I felt myself responsible, too, In a way. I felt that if I had been able to bold Angela, you wouldn’t have lost Archie. But I wasn’t able. If she ever cared for me, I wasn’t able to make her keep on caring. . . There was something wrong somewhere, wasn’t ther*?” He paused for an answer.- She shook her head. “I don’t believe,” she said, with sudden frankness, "that she was half good enough for you—l never did.” “That’s odd,” he said with a laugh, “because I’ve always doubted whether Archie was half good enough for you.” “The point is,” the girl said seri ously, “not that a person’s good enough for you, but that you want him —or her. Isn’t that it?” “The point is,” he returned, “that — as you said just now—they didn’t want us.” “But you wanted her,” she persisted. He reflected for a moment “At any rate,” he admitted cauti ously, “I thought I did. I don’t know whether I ought to ask, but you— you really did him the honor to want — him?” "I—oh, I thought I did, too,” she answered, “If It comes to that” There was a brief silence. *T wonder,” he remarked suddenly, "why we’re not both heartbroken? We ought to be, you know. Hasn’t It occurred to you as odd that we’re not?” “Aren’t we?” she said, with rather elaborate Indifference. “Personally, I’m not —not a bit. I was at first Pew 24 hours I was aw fully hit. It Isn’t a nice trick to play a man',' you know, to bolt with his best friend a fortnight before the wed ding?” “It was, perhaps, better,” she sug gested, “than bolting a fortnight after the wedding.” “You couldn't expect me,” he pro tested, “to see it in that cold blooded and philosophical light. No, I don’t mind admitting that at first I was awfully hard hit. ’Then I thought of you.” “Thanks.” Her tone was dry. "Did the thought of me comfort you?” “Well —I —thought you’d be awfully hard hit, too,” he explained rather lamely. “So I was at first,” she admitted in cautiously. There was a pause. She forgot to torture the gravel. “How long,” he inquired delicately, “did it last?” “The first agony,” he said, with sol emnity. A smile crept into her eyes. "About —about 24 hours —and half a minute,” she confessed. “I told you,” he said triumphantly, “that it was worse for you than it was for me!” “By half a minute,” she retorted. “Then”— “Well?” he murmured. “Oh. then I remembered you. But that didn’t,” she added hastily, “con sole me in the leash It made me worse.” “Worse!” “I had to be sorry for you, as well as for myself. Don’t you see?” Her tone was a shade impatient. He reflected for a moment or two. “If I’d known that,” he said at last, “it would have made my recovery much more rapid. I should have felt It my duty,” there was a touch of laughter in his tone —“to avoid giving you more -cause for distress than you had already. I should have felt that 24 hours of despair were exactly 23 hours and 59 minutes too long. . • I suppose,” he hinted, “that we must concede the other minute to blighted affection.” “Wouldn’t it be more truthful,” she suggested, "if we conceded it to —pro- priety?” "I shouldn’t have dared to mention propriety,” he replied gayly, “but I can’t deny that I thought of it. . • After all, they didn’t want us. Why in the world should we pay them the undeserved compliment of continuing, under such unpromising circumstances to want them?” “I shouldn’t have been practical enough to put such an admirably sen sible idea into words,”' she returned, smiling at the handle of her parasol, “but I must admit that it did occur to me.” “It would have helped me enor mously,” he declared, “if I could have supposed It possible that you might think like that.” “It seems to me,” she returned, not without an attempt at condemnation, “that you really weren’t In need of any help. Your recovery was quite rapid enough as it was. . . If it isn’t the direst heresy to say so, I’m begin ning to wonder whether you—whether you ever cared for Angela at all.” “If it isn’t the most confounded im pertinence on my part to hint at such a possibility,” he confessed softly, “I’m on the point of asking myself whether we were —perhaps —not absolutely des olated by the fact that they didn’t want us.” Her head drooped a little. There was laughter in her eyes. “It’s quite too extraordinary,” she said, “but the possibility is in the act of occurring to me, too.” He moved a shade nearer to her on the garden seat. “There was something wrong some where,” he reminded her. “What was 'it? We weren’t able to hold them, you know. We didn’t know the reason at the time, or we should of course, have set the poor things free. We didn’t realize, either of us, that we couldn’t hold them because we ourselves cared for—well, say, other people.” “Other people?” “Say you—and me,” he suggested, vaguely, “I for you, and you for”— “Buit in that case,” she said,’ with delightful severity, “we’re a pair of hypocrites. We haven’t behaved splen didly at all—and it’s no credit to us that we didn’t mope. We—we’re hor rid shams.” He captured the parasol—and the hand that held it. “I can’t permit you,” he declared, “to abuse either of us. Don’t say we were hypocrites. At the worst, we only showed a natural talent for the ex tremely useful art of—consolation!”— The Sketch. Roosevelt's Four Maxims. Roosevelt’s hitherto unpublished maxims were given by Jacob Riis in an address at Philadelphia. “The President has placed his pol icy In four hitherto unspoken maxims,” said Mr. Riis, "which I will give as guides to you young women: “ ‘First —Fit yourself for the work God has for you to do in this world and lose no time about it. ‘ “Second—Have all the fun that is coming to you. “ ‘Third—Go ahead, do something and be willing to take responsibility. “ ‘Fourth —I>earn by your mistakes.’ “No one can drive the President. He is always right to himself, in his own judgment. He may do wrong, but I have yet to see him do wrong, and If he does he learns from his errors.” A Pension That Lasted Long. Miss Robb, who has died in Edin burgh at the age of 84, has been a naval pensioner for ninety-three years. She was the posthumous child of Cap tain Robb of the Royal Navy, and was put on the state pension roll at birth. The most notable event of her long life was the meeting with the great novelist Sir Walter Scott. When Miss Robb was & girl at an Edinburgh boarding school she was taken to a conceit. Noticing an old gentleman with a limp standing, unable to find a seat, the polite little pupil at once of ferred him hers. She was cordially thanked and afterward vwas informed that he was Sir Walter' Scott.—West* minster Gazette mmjß NATION. History of lie Mj Dap of tie Jamestown Settlers. Br FREDERIC I. EASIffl, How many young Americans appre ciate the full significance of the com memoration of the settling of James town, celebrated by the exposition at Norfolk? Hie manner in which the cornerstone of this great nation was laid in the Virginia wilderness is one of the most stirring tales in the long record of man’s adventures. On board the Susan Constant, the Godspeed and the Discovery, which were battered for tdxteea weeks between wind and wave, were 105 soldiers of fortune, with not a woman or child among them. They were a turbulent, restless crowd, that alternately diced and prayed, and more than once threatened to throw good Master Hunt overboard because his petitions could not stop the storms that sorely harassed them. Fresh from the Continental wars, where they had seen kingdoms rise and fall at the whim of a leader, they grew suspic ious of one of the number. Captain John Smith, and had him imprison ed under the charge of planning to murder the other leaders and make himself king of Virginia. Had they not heard tales of him in London, as they sat over their tankards of ale at the Mermaid, or between acts when they went to Black Friars’ Theatre to hear Master William Shakespeare in his own tragedies? Had they not heard how he left England an orphan youth, unknown and unloved, to become a sol dier in Flanders, how he served with distinction under Sigismund Bathori In the war against the Turks, how he travelled in Russia, Germany, France, Spain and Morocco, to return to Eng land in 1604 a knight and a famous man at the age of twenty-five? They felt they must needs fear so capable and powerful a man. When the sails of their storm tossed ship finally beat their way between two sheltering arms of land one spring morning and passed a friendly place, where the winds and the waves were kind to them, they called the place Point Comfort, and it is still so named. One evening, some days later, they swung forty miles up a strange river and dropped anchor by a long flat island that lay raid-stream. A few adventurous souls sprang ashore to see the wonderland whose breath of spring flowers was wafted to them through the evening shadows and whose green trees they could see crowding close to the river bank. The men feasted their sea weary eyes on the gorgeous spring blossoms along the shore. The dogwood, honeysuckle and Judas txees were in bloom. It was “the Moon of Strawberries” and the hungry adventurers found the luscious wild fruit clustered thick on the river bank. Captain Smith, in a glow of joyous en thusiasm, exclaimed: “Heaven and earth have never agreed better in mak ing a place for man’s habitation.” The original landing place was about fifteen hundred feet to the west of the present wharf and was swept away by the lapping waters of the river many years ago. The rest of the Island lies today very much as it did then. Ac cording to Ralph Hamor, an early sec retary of the colony, it was two and three-fourths miles long and from three hundred yards to one and one fourth miles wide. A neck of land at first connected it with the mainland, but this was washed away in the suc ceeding years and left “the Island of James Citie” as we now see it. They were religious—these early settlers — and one of their first acts on landing was to stretch an old sailcloth on a tree and give thanks to God that they had at last reached this paradise of their dreams. The company included “fifty-four gentlemen, four carpenters and twelve laborers.” When they landed on the island, May 13, 1607, few knew how to work, nor cared to, until Smith required that all who ate must earn their food. Govern ment was at first a difficult matter, for King James, with ever a love of mys tery, bad put the names of the council lors in a sealed box, which was not to be opened until the new land was reached. All those named proved fail ures except Smith, and on the work of this man and the charity of the lit tle Indian -princess, Pocahontas, the cornerstone of this great nation may be safely said to have been built. A triangular fort was built to guard the approach over the neck of land from the mainland, and a palisade fif teen feet high protected the log cab ins and church that made up the vil lage. Over on the opposite bank a glass factory was in operation as early as 1608. That same year a few more colonists came over, among them be ing Mrs. Forrest and her little four teen-year-old maid, Annie Burrus. Wo men were glorious beings to the home less, wifeless men, and immediately one John Laydon, proposed marriage to little Anne. The wedding in the old log church was the first Episcopal mar riage service in the New World. The next year the first Episcopal baptismal service was said over little Virginia Laydon. John Rolfe adopted the idea of cultivating tobacco from the Indians, and sold his ffrst crop in London for $2,56 a pound. Shortly afterward it became a form -of currency in the col ony, and before the century was out the women went trading, followed by a cart of green tobacco in charge of their servants. As the colony prospered better houses were built A large church followed the first one, and when my Lord Dela ware came over in 1610 to take the governorship he came to church In great state, attended by a red-coated guard of honor, and sat on a velvet chair, with a velvet cushion to kneel upon. He had pews, pulpit and win dows of cedar, and every day fresh flowers were placed on the altar. It Was here that Pocahontas was married to John Eolfe, a proceeding that catlsed King James some alarm, for as the heiress of King Powhatan she and her children might Inherit the kingdom of Virginia, and so Jeopardize the Eng lish king’s Interests there. Perhaps he was a far-seeing monarch, for among the Randolphs, descendants oi Pocahontas, the new nation found good leaders >n after years. One of this Americas princess’ descendants is Harry St. George Tucker, president o£ the Jamestown exposition. In 1619 came those two great contra dictory influences into America, the general assembly, by which the people could be represented and introduction of negro slaves. In the same year, al so, came the shipload of maidens, who were sent as wives for the settlers. The price of each was 120 pounds of tobacco, which was equivalent to SBO. For awhile the good minister was kept busy with marriage ceremonies, be cause the maids were honorable and attractive, and were quickly chosen. More girls came over after this, and the stern governor had to make a law that no maiden should be engaged to more than one suitor at a time. With the women came the love of home. The men were allowed so many acres ol land for homesteading, and soon the colony spread out across the river into the forests and plains beyond. Times were so prosperous for awhile that it is said the town cowkeeper was “ac coutred in fresh flaming silk.” Dale’s law required each man to labor from 6 to 10 in the morning, from 2 to 4 in the afternoon, and to attend church twice daily. But the early colonists had much trouble. All the while the king and the London Company complained be cause greater returns were not com ing in from the new dominions. Once, while the crops wasted, the settlers mined a shipload of yellow sand and sent it to England, but they were doomed to disappointment, for it was worthless. In the spring of 1610 came the Starving Time. Of the five hundred that September had seen on the island, May found only sixty felt. Hunger and feveu had taken heavy toll, the Indians had given trouble and thirty of the colonists had stolen a ship and turned buccaneers. Those left, ate all the animals, and even the skins of the horses. The ship from England was long overdue. How could they know that it had gone ashore on the Ber mudas and that the survivors were building other \essels from the wreck and still trying to reach them? When they had eaten their last ra tion the white sails of these two roughly made ships showed i.n the riv er, and the starving people crawled to the landing to welcome them. But on board the Patience and the Deliverance there were only provisions enough to last fourteen days so it was agreed that they all leave for England by way of Newfoundland and the fishing fields. No one can tell whether these things be coincidence or Providence, but as the four ships with the disheartened colonists left the abandoned settlement and sailqd down the river, they met the vessels of Lord de la Ware coming upstream and returning to “James Cittie’’ they disembarked and offered a service of thanksgiving in the little log church. And thus our nation was saved. The governors who came and went through the little town left varying imprints on history. There was the stern Dale, who thrust bodkins through the tongues of the profane and set a poor devil to starve because he had stolen a small bowl of oatmeal. Captain John Smith stayed five years to plant the colony, and then at thirty ■ returned to England, where he lived twenty-two years. Lord Delaware was a promoter of enterprises, and it was he who set up a viceroyal court in the wilderness. In 1676 Bacon and his people arose against the too great tyranny of the royal governor, foreshadowing the Revolution by one hundred years. It was Bacon who fired the town and de stroyed almost all the buildings, in cluding the church. After that the council met in the taverns for ten years until anew state house was built. After various vicissitudes the capital was moved to the Middle Plant ation, or Williamsburg, and Jamestown went into decline. Decay fell upon the ruins of the village, and the settlers gradually drifted to the higher and healthier localities beyond the river banks. Today there is only the brick tower of the church, with its portholes, the graves of the dead, the foundations of a few old houses, and the old pear and mulberry trees to show where Smith and his soldiers of fortune three hundred years ago, amid much danger and loneliness, laid the cornerstone of the nation. —From the New York Trib une. RECTOR QUITS; AUTOS CAUSE. Chicago Clergyman, Disgusted With Sunday Amusements, Resigns. Disgusted with society people’s abandonment of church going for the pleasures of automobiling, golfing and other kinds of country outings on the Sabbath day, the Rev. Thaddeus A. Snively has resigned the rectorship of St. Chrysostom’s Episcopal church, No. 544 Dearborn avenue, Chicago. His church is one of the most fashion able in the city, but it has been only at rare intervals that his pews have contained ot any one service more than a few dozen representatives of the three hundred wealthy persons on the communicant list of 375. These left the problem of filling the church to visitors and “floaters,” while they hied away to spend the day in the country, either on automo bile trips, playing golf or enjoying some of the sports and pastimes to which the “house party” sets are ac customed. according to Mr. Snively; to drive dull care away on Sunday. Instead of giving to the building fund of the church the money required to complete the structure, they in vested their superfluous cash in limousines, tonneaus and other mag nificent creations of the automobile maker’s art. They left a half fin ished church on their pastor’s hands, and after ten years of fruitless-hoping and waiting, he got tired and quit Very Nourishing Indeed. "But, doctor,” we demanded, "are you sure that this new breakfast food Strawlets is nourishing?” “Sure?” cried the physician warmly. “Why, sir, the man who manufactures that breakfast food not only lives, but supports a large family, a yacht and eight automobiles on It.” —Philadel- phia Bulletin. Calcutta’s trouble Is cholera, and • the bubvnic plague is the trouble cf Bombay. Each, city pays to ner trou ble an annual tribute of 9,000 soul* Mans Delight In Minting Sell Mon. siwkiwwm dm let Gin Up the San Dace and Its entitles Dnffl the Government leteJewd—Cnmmony Lasts For Three Days and Rights— Participants Go Vithoit Food or Seep During the Entire Period The National Government has put a stop to the sun dances by the Sho shone Indians, writes the Lander (Wyoming) correspondent of the New York World. With the giving up of this cruel, barbarous, grotesque cere mony, which the savages regarded as religious, the Shoshones have taken another unwilling step in their en forced march toward civilization. They would retrace it if they could. The terrible physical tortures the sun dance involved were as nothing to them compared with the spiritual de lights afforded them. An Indian cannot live without something in the nature of a religious ceremony which Is alike grotesque and disquieting. The Winnebagoes over in Nebraska, surrounded with churches, schools and all the other things that go to make up civilization, have formed a society which imposes upon its members the drinking of mescal, a drug far more hurtful In its effects than morphine, as a relig ious duty. The Shoshones may not Introduce a mescal as a substitute for the sun dance, yet there is no telling what they may do in the name of religion. The Indians believed firmly that by dancing ' this dance they worshiped and propitiated the Great Spirit, pro cured through the favor of that spirit an abundance of rain and bountiful crops, and won the rare privilege of seeing and communing with the spir its of relatives and friends who had gone to the happy hunting grounds. It was by this means, top, that bucks were converted into warriors, and that other objects dear to the heart of an Indian were achieved. Endurance of Indians. No one but a fanatical savage could dance the sun dance, for no sane, civilized human being could muster the physical strength begot ten of religious frenzy to go through it. Think of dancing three days and three nights without food or drink! Think of running long strips of tanned deer hide under the big pec toral muscles covering the front of your chest, tying the ends of them to a big pole and then throwing your body back with such force as to tear them out through those muscles! That is wnat the sun-dancer did. A sun dance takes place in a round Inclosure about thirty feet in diame ter, with a big, pole in the centre of it. On the top of this pole is fast ened the head of a dead buffalo. It is to this buffalo head that the.danc ers look and pray for strength to go through the three days’ ordeal in volved in the dance. The Indians dance around the pole for three days and three nights if their strength holds out that long. The dance goes forward to the mo notonous beating of a tom-tom. Each dancer has a little whistle, which he blows constantly for some inscruta ble purpose while he is dancing. The savages dance back and forth be tween the outer edge of the inclos ure and the pole in the centre of it. Whenever one of them get so weak that he can Maud no longer without support he lays hold upon the pole and, looking up beseechingly to the buffalo head, prays fervently to it for renew r ed strength. He stands there in his paint and feathers clinging to the pole for sup port and praying to the buffalo head for renewed strength until he is able to go on with the dance again. He has a firm and unalterable faith that the buffalo head possesses power to answer his prayer, and he makes his supplication to the poor inanimate thing with all the earnestness and elo quence of which he is capable. Before the dance begins those as signed to take part in it, who are not already warriors—the young bucks who have not yet won their spurs— run the strips of tanned deer hide under the muscles covering the front of their chests and, by throwing their bodies back, tear those strips out through those muscles. The young buck who inflicts this punishment upon himself becomes thereby a full-fledged warrior and is recognized and honored as such from that time forward. The sun dancers pray to the buffalo head not only for strength for them selves, but for rain and bountiful crops, as well as for all blessings in whatever kind. Among other things they pray that they may be granted the inestimable privilege of seeing Daily Papers Too Big. This is a great country, fast becom ing, in intelligence and morality, the leader of the w'orld. Daily occur rences are promptly published and circulated on their date, and w'ould be more profitably studied, if the daily papers did not have the current news mixed into such voluminous columns of trashy matter that labor ing people do not find time to hunt it out and give it proper attention. Sunday papers are of such sizes, and so filled with horrible cartoons, comicalities, doubtful literature, sporting new's, prize ring brutalities and whisky advertisements, that it makes us tired to hunt for current news in the columns of forty or fifty pages, but it is probable they could not issue so largely and circulate so cheaply if they did not have the sup port such sources afford. Asa newspaper reader of many years I believe it w'ould be for the benefit of education, sociability, mor als, religion and temperance, if these papers would exclude from their col umns a majority of the stuff they put in print. The Sunday papers put everything before young people calculated to di vert their attention from the teach ings of the schools, Sunday-schools and the pulpit. A reformation in newspaper literature is much needed. —M. B. K., in the Indiana Farmer. W. S. Gilbert, the celebrated au thor of comic opera, once described Miss Rosina Brandram, the Savoy contralto, as “Resina of glorious voice, that rolls out as full bodied Burgundy rolls down.” and of holding communion with the spirits of their dead relatives and friends, and so delirious do they finally become from mental excite ment and physical exhaustion that they doubtless really Imagine they see and commune with these spirits. Occasionally an Indian has not the strength to carry him through the three days’ and three nights’ dance without food or drink, but in most Instances the savages makeshift to stay on their feet and keep in raotio* to the end of the religious orgy. When the dance is ended those who have gone through it, pitifully weak and shockingly emaciated, are taken to their tepees or little wooden shanties on the reservation and nursed back to strength and health. Some of them never get well. Many deaths from consumption and kin dred diseases have resulted from the dance. On the whole the Shoshone Indians, who for years have lived upon the reservation In Wyoming, a part of which was recently ceded to the Gov ernment, has just been thrown open to settlement, are a quiet, peaceful and fairly moral and intelligent tribe of Indians. There has been no out break among them of late years, they are on friendly terms with their white neighbors, and they get on without serious trouble with the Arapahoes, who occupy the diminished reserva tion with them. In the matter of thrift they are In dians through and through, and from present indications ever will be. They have been allotted farms and are supposed to work them, but they are too lazy to do so. In this respect the Arapahoes are little if any better than they are. Rev. Coolidge an Arapahoe. The most interesting character on the Shoshone reservation is the Rev. Sherman Coolidge, the full-blooded Arapahoe, who a number of years ago took to wife Miss Grace Weatherbee, of New York. Coolidge has set a good example to the other Indians by pursuing the arts of peace, assuming the habits and customs of the whites, working his little farm when not working In the vineyard of the Lord, and leading a sober, godly and righteous life. For years he has conducted an Epis copal mission on the reservation. In. his work of administering to the spiritual needs of those of his people* who have embraced the Episcopal faith and of seeking to convert others to that faith, he has been actively and efficiently assisted by his white wife. Coolidge is looked upon by the whites as a rather heavy, easy-going and not over-ambitious fellow, yet he has done not a little to uplift his peo ple morally and spiritually, and to improve their condition physically and mentally. Coolidge was adopted in his child hood by a Captain Coolidge, of the regular army, who educated him at Seabury Theological School at Fari bault, Minn., and sent him down here to do missionary work among his own benighted people. He fell in love with the woman who is now his devoted wife the first time he saw her, and she fell in love with him at the same time. They first met at the home of an Indian trader here, and soon there after presented themselves at tho home of the Rev. Mr. Roberts, who for a quarter of a century Jias con ducted an Episcopal mission on Shoshone reservation, and requested him to make them husband and wife. Her parents were known to have se rious objections to the marriage, wid the missionary refused to perform the marriage ceremony, but he afterward changed his mind and united them. Ever since they have lived happity together among the Indians on the reservation, the husband conducting his Episcopal mission and working his little farm, and his wife assisting him diligently and faithfully In all his labors. While he has the com plexion and the features of an Indian, he dresses, talks and lives as the white folk do. Mrs. Coolidge has lit* tie pride or taste in dress. Her ap parel is a composite of that of a white woman and an Indian squaw, and to see her on the reservation the stranger would never suspect that sh had been reared and educated in New York, and was the daughter of a prominent hotel manager there. Science Conquering Disease. The progress made in checking the ravages of certain diseases is illus trated by some striking foreign ex amples noted by Surgeon-Genera! Wyman in his recent address before the South Carolina Medical College. The death rate in London, which in the latter part of the seventeenth century was eighty per 1000, now av erages between seventeen and nine teen. In England typhus fever, once a formidable scourge, has been prac tically eliminated. In Germany smallpox and typhoid fever have al most entirely disappeared. In 1906 there were only twenty-six cases of smallpox with five deaths in the w hole German Empire, and some of the cases were imported from contiguous countries. Germany has a compuD sory vaccination law. In Italy the Government has conducted such a vigorous warfare against malaria thail its extinction as an epidemic is likely to be accomplished, Weekly Wit> ness. Woman's Inventiveness. A politician who was once making a canvass stopped at a certain farm house for a drink of water. Said he to the woman who answered his knock: “I observe that there is a good deal of ague in this country. A great drawback. It must unfit a man for work entirely.” “Gener’iy it do,” said the woman. “Still, when my man Tom has a hard fit of the shakes we fasten the churt dasher to him, and it brings me but ter inside of fifteen minutes.”— Har> pwr’s Weekly. 4