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the i>ei»re and comfort that
f all hmi IwforeV
La -visitin' hack
right, and rich as all Ï want to see the pier# quilts, the
girls U mäkln* :
And 1 cant tw u<
freckled him!
to Orlggsby ft!*- And joke her 'bout the widower she
uurt' nlch n-taklu'. _
Till her pape got his pension 'lontd In
time to i>ave his land. V
is ths
ater I-aury 'boiMtbeir
hand, m
•* "J
re we ust to be so ha|>(>y and so
of tii a livin' here? It's Jest a Ix't's go a visitin' ,ba<k to Grtggsby's Sta
Itnortal pity tlon— , 1
f us In this .treat big house, wltn Pack where they's nothin' aggrevatln'an*
irpet«« on the s.atrs. more ;
pump right in the kitchen? And Shst away safe In the woods around the
» elf»! my! city— old location—
Back where we ust to be so happy and
so pore !
jËwuothlng but the city all around us,
^■everywhere* !
m»b dean above the roof and look from I want to see Marlndy and help her with
the steeple.
And never see a robin, nor a beech or elm
her sewin',
And . hear her talk so lovin' of her mau
that's dead and gene.
And rieht h«re In earshot of at least a And atnnd up with Kmanuel to show me
thousand iieopls— how he's ^rowin'.
And none that neighbors with us or we And smile as I have «aw her 'fore she put
want to go and see ! her mournin' on.
And 1 want to see the Samples, on the old
lower eighty, .
Where John, our oldest boy* he was tuk
and hurled—fhr
Ills own sa'?« and Katy's—and I want to
cry with Katy
As all« reads all
from the war.
Let's go s-vUltln*, back to Grtggsby's Sta
Back where the latchstring's hangln' from
the door;
And every neighbor 'round the place Is dear
ns a relation
Bark where we ust to be ao happy and ao
pore !
I want to see the Wlgglnsea. the whole kit Wfcat'a all this grand life and high sltua
nnd Idlin' tlon.
A drlvln' up from Hhaller Ford to atay the And nary pink nor hollyhawk a-bloomln'
Sunday through : at the door?
And i want to see 'em hltchln' at their «on- Let's g<> a visitin' bark to Grlggsby'a Sla
in law's and pll'n' , tlon—
Out there at Lizy Ellen's like they ust 'to Back where we ust to be so happy and
do ! so pore !
his letters over, writ
—-«fames Whitcomb Riley.
^ £ Une MarR of Cam.
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By John Jordan Douglas
Bent low beneath a burden of drift
wood, sorrowful of mein (and mayhap
scornful), a 'powerful, dark-featured
\ man ot perhaps two and thirty was
slowly climbing the steep, rocky slope
which abutted the sea at Muirlothan.
v Far above, perched like a ragged eagle
bn the wind-swept crest of the slope
Uas a solitary fisher-hut. Beyond it
«traggled the sleepy fisher village,
ï A hundred eyes seemed to peer down
Apon the lone laborer through tbe
<(hilly opal dawn, and a hundred voices
w form into a floating curse, which
settled upon him with the fierce fury
a sudden storm. And ever the sll
ve|ry sea mist writhed like serpents at
hilt feet, and ever the screaming sea
bit\<'.s, wheeling overhead, seemed to
crjfi, now hoarse as a fog-horn, now
8biuU fJid piercing as a shepherd's
"The curse o' Cain be on ye for aye
upward the laborer pursued his
an Ishmael's lot his lot, an
Ishniael'8 curse gleaming, glinting in
his auR en eyes. Though the burden
pressed bis great strength, he
oased) it not by the casting of a twig.
In crushing labor he sought the re
poee df his stricken soul, unmindful of
heat tpr winter's bitter breath. Ere
long hie entered the hut, and cast his
burden' into the distant corner.
Thenl » wrinkled and withered rom
pait her prime, arose feebly
a tremulous brown hand up
What ha' ye
an. Ion
and lai
on his l>road shoulder,
ta'en frji® the sea, Geordie, my bairn?"
"Nae gude, mother, nae
ickle to keep the body warm.
she quefl e<1 -
gude; a
that's a'.U fe*r we shall starve, mother,
for sincelthey ha' branded me in Muir
lothan thjey will gie me nae siller," he
kenly, after a moment's si
ae flab can be t^'eu frae the
Btkt ye wur na gielty, my bairn,
added bi
• » •«
wi' my laJ' breath I wad say't."
"Ah. bu| the court an' the kirk ha'
lot ban, 'a 1 mon o' bluid-gieltlness,'
His strong voice sank bit
glow of the driftwood fire
. I be the outcast o' Muir
they say.
terly; a re<
cast a fantastic glamor over his dark,
bearded tedL
"There bel time«, mother," he said at
last, "wheinl to the is better than to
live—when life's a living death."
"But your ».oJier still loves ye, bairn
—an' Annie.'i
"Hush! ra<
most savagclE
mention her tb me again—I hate her!"
Suddenly hel rose and strode from the
room. I
thcr,* he Interrupted, al
it canna be; dinna
In all Scotland there was scarcely to
be found a prb tler - sweeter, or more
winsome lass
han Annie, of Muir
lalrd's only daughter.
lolhan. the ol
From early childhood she and George
Brodie had lov
devotion singularly pure and strong.
Then suddenljl one morning the evil
tidings that he l)ad committed a crime
broke upon her.
and stricken dui^ib, she
quickly to the au
man's confidence ,\ protesting bis lnno
unpopular attitude
each other with a
Staggered at first,
e height of a wo
cence. It was ai
even for the lalrd'b daughter.
ust Brodle was
The evidence
overwhelming. Llfcik by link the chain
had forged Itself,
were, spontaneously from the glowing
furnace of
ng forth, as it
Retributive Justice. Wit
ness had corroborait ed witness to the
effect that George |Brodie and Sandy
r on tbe night of
Thatl they were rivals
hter's heart and
;ret. And in this
MacLean were toge
the tragedy,
for the laird's da
hand was an open s
was found a su (fiele
The defense-that I he (Brodle), in
company with Sand:
been assaulted and o
known parties—had i
pitiably weak. Only
who sat constantrfr at| his side, and a
poor, palsied old womaf who paced the
wringing her
Ma< Lean,
rpowered by un
emed flimsy and
)e beautiful lass
court-room, moaning ai
hands had believed tba
Sternly, and without a trace of
mercy in bis voice, tbe Vjudge had sen
tenced the accused to f long impris
onment at hard labor, tvhen the term
half served the kinjt pardoned the
to Muir
prisoner, and he retu
lothnn. By chance, the v^ry first OR e to
fall beneath his gaze, j
from the boat, was the w
long since given him her love anil con
fidence. She was talking!
he landed
in whomad
with a tall,
nvlrt drew
away and
tteation to
Then the
V and, with
his way.
handsome stranger, an
greatly confused as the <
near. Suddenly she turn<
directed her companion's
something in the distant
convict had wheeled sharp
a muttered enurse, gone o
The village of Muirlothan!
with «excitement. King Roj
was a coming. On every fal
Le heard tb« wailing of baj
tokening the arrival of d<
was agog
ert Bruce
and could
pipes, be
im from
many a brae and burn, to Join the lion
hearted Scot, who dared fiaunt defiance
in the teeth of England. The Muir
lothan folk welcomed the great day
with flags and bunting and general
But the hut of the outcast, George
Brodie, floated no flag; flung forth no
sound of music. Black and solemn it
crouched, as if, like a cornered tiger,
it would spring into the sea.
The morning had dawned glowering
ly. The wind, gathering from all quar
ters, leaped upon the sea with the fury
of a wolf-pack, tearing it into a my
riad ragged waves. White-caps chased
each other like sheeted demons toward
the "Reef o' the Damned." Sea-birds
flocked landward in screaming circles
—the mariner's sign of a squall.
Pay swept wildly on into night. Still
the king's ship had not come. Part of
his force, it was true, had arrived by
land, but be was to join them by
The wind rose higher and higher.
Murky clouds, hovering low a moment,
were hustled onward by the furious
Suddenly a gun boomed out of the
inky blackness; then streaming lights
leaped skyward. "Boom! boom!" went
the signals again and again—plainly
the signals of a sinking ship.
The villagers, gathering on the crag,
separated into clamoring, gesticulating
groups. But they only clamored and
gesticulated. Strange cowardice held
even the soldiers of Robert Bruce.
"Geordie! Geordie!" called a voice
from the door of the hut, which an
old woman was vainly striving to bold
against the driving gust, "licht tbe bea
con frae ßkeighan's Held. TIs an eery
nicht, laddie; an' I thocht I heard the
voices o' puir drownin' souls i' the
mouth o' the gale."
The man's heart was touched, as this
old woman had always touched it, and
soon the great red light was flashing
out upon the black water, broad, blaz
ing signals to "keep off.
Meantime a knot of hardy fishermen
had gathered, and were discussing a
plan to rescue the distressed crew.
"We canna bide the sea the nicht;
'tis wild as tbe Devil," concluded the
leader, and tbe others gave ready ac
The words were scarcely
when the outcast was among the group.
They scowled and shrank from him as
if he were leprous. He was to them
a man without the mantle of the kirl;
—the wearer of the Red Mark.
" Tis nae time to tithe the mint an'
the cummin' ye drivelin' hypocrites,"
he cried fiercely, seizing the leader in
a grip of iron.
"Ye shall hear me the nicht! Will ye
gang oot wi me to save the crew, or
let 'em dee? Speak!"
He paused, and pointed dramatically
to a rocket of gun cotton which even
then hung red-tailed, betwixt sea and
"We will nô gang wi' ye—a man o'
bluid," they answered. "Dy'e na ken
the curse o' God—the red mark—rests
on ye? the mark o' Cain.
"Then the curse o' God shall rest on
hundredfold," he muttered, as he
ye a
turned away.
Swiftly the good resolution of the
outcast had met an icy blast. Unaided,
living soul, however heroic, could
that black, boiling stretch of
which rolled out madly betwixt
"Skelghan's Held" and "Dead Man's
the sailors going down in the d
Criminal though men said he was, he
held yet within his soul somewhere,
and deep down, a love for his suffering
fellows. The possibility (yea, the very
reasonable probability) that King Rob
ert Bruce was among the distressed on
ly added a sharper sting to the con
vict's regret,
exclaimed desperately, turning with
frantic haste toward a dory which lay
bottom upward in the distance. "If it
wasna for mother," he added hoarsely,
"I wad be glad to—"
"Mon!" came a cry from a tall fig
striding behind, 'I'll gang oot wi'
The man groaned aloud
• ■
"They shallna dee," he
The outcast wheeled quickly
clasped the stranger's huge, long hand.
Finding it warm and strong, he re
plied, "A moment, gude sir, an' I'll put
ye to the test" A moment later he en
tered the hut and soon returned with a
great coll of rope on his arm.
Down the steep, rugged slope the
two powerful men bore the dory. Fin
ally, by dint of desperate determina
tion, they launched It off the narrow
shelving beach; and climbing In, paid
out the rope, which had previously been
fastened to a ring in the stern and at
tached to a boulder on the beach. By
happy fortune the sea began to calm,
and the rope served both as an an
chor and a return cable.
After many perils the dauntless lit
tle craft reached the ship, which was
plainly visible in the bright light, now
streaming from the shore, and the crew I
with few exceptions, were eventually
brought, chilled but thankful, Into the
garrulous drei«, which surrounded the
Are i-a "Skeigan's Held."
Suddenly the captain of the rescued
crew, a great tall fellow, who mask
like sea-garments the curious villagers
ar.d—strange to say—some of the king's
own soldiers believed to hide none
other than Robert Bruce, rose and
cried, "wha ha' saved us?"
At this, Oeorge Brodie's face went
white (for the captain had not spoken
before), but he quickly arose from his
place by the fire, and rushing forward,
exclaimed, "Sandy MacLean, by the
"Ay, ay, Geordie," said the captain,
an' ye've saved my life the nicht? God
bless ye forr't, lad, as we canna.
The crowd was fairly agape with ex
citement now.
"An' I thocht to save the king, San
" 'Twas the king helpit ye to save,
man," cried the mysterious stranger,
who had gone with the outcast. And,
throwing off his heavy water-soaked
cloak, there stood revealed King Rob
ert Bruce.
"And listen, Geordie Brodle," he con
tinued with a nod toward a graceful
figure, standing some distance away.
' Ye maun thank the laird's lass for
bringin' me hither. 'Twas to please her
that 1 cam to try your case wi' mair o'
mercy than the court an' the kirk ha
gl'en ye. The day that ye returned
frae the preeson she didna wish to in
troduce me, for—a weel, for the cause
which God Almighty ha" shown ye the
nicht, in allooin' ye to Justify your
sel' 1' the dark, e'en as men conveected
ye o' crime i' the dark.
"Oh, God," groaned âandy MacLean,
what misery the deed o' Red Beard
the Pirate ha' brought to the innocent
—but the dell is dead—dead—dead.
"I decree," interrupted the King,
with a friendly motion to Sandy to
keep silent, "that the records o' court
an' kirk be stricken oot, an' that a gol
den mairk o' honor be written where
the red mairk o' crime ha' been; also
that Geordie Brodle be gl'en the hand,
e'en as be ha' noo the heart, o' the
laird's dochter—provided she .be will
in'. What say ye noo to that, Geordie?"
"I canna say mair than that I'm un
worthy o' her," faltered Brodle, a sus
picion of tears in his voice.
"Then I'll make ye Earl o' Cassan

"Nae, nae, King Robert," interposed
a sweet feminine voice w'hose beauti
ful mistress was soon on the scene.
"I'll hae him as he is—the same auld,
gude auld Geordie he ha' been for aye."
it in
The king smiled, took the
hand and solemnly placed
Geordie," he said, "I can dae nae
mair to blot out the red mairk."
"To the finest laddie an' the fairest
lassie in auld Scotland!" cried Sandy
MacLean, knocking the head out of
one of the heaviest kegs and pouring
a great heap of Spanish doubloons at
their feet.
"An' to the bravest an' best king auld
Scotland ever throned," he continued,
precipitating a similar shining flood at
the feet of Robert Bruce.
While the spell of their wonder was
yet upon them, Sandy MacLean, the
gréatAeart^d and flamboyant, gather
ed up the remainder of his treasure and
went on with his followers to the tav
Thus it was that George Brodie came
into his own at last, and Bed Beard's
piracy served a worthy end.—Scottlsh
The "botanical clock" is the name of
a flower that is grown on the Isthmus
of Tehauntepec. It is said to change
color three times a day, being white
in tbe morning, red at noon and blue
at night.
The vicar of Burgess Hill, England,
announces that when confetti are
thrown on the occasion of weddings at
his church an addition of $1.25 will be
made to the usual wedding fee, to
pay for the trouble of cleaning the pa
per away.
Ether and chloroform, so useful in
sending men to sleep, have the very op
posite effect on plants, which are stim
ulated to the greatest possible activi
ty by these drugs. In Denmark and
Germany advantage has been taken of
this fact to force flowers in rooms and
glasshouses, and to make them bloom
out of season. The results are caid to
be marvelous.
The Journal of Education says:
lng the country as a who
In five between the ages let five and 15
Is at work as a wage earner. In Ala
bama it is one in four, while in Massa
chusetts it is but one ln 200! Massa
chusetts leads all other states—Is far
in the lead—in this particular. Her
record is 40 times as good as that of
the United States as a whole."
le one child
There are several species of fish,
reptiles and insects which never sleep,
in the whole of their existence. Among
fish it is positively known that pike
salmon and goldfish never sleep at all,
also that there are several others in
the fish family that never sleep more
than a couple of minutes in a whole
month. There are a dozen species of
files which never indulge in slumber.
On a certain goose farm in tbe Mid
dle West there is an incubator with a
capacity for 10,000 eggs. These eggs
are not, however, placed In the Incu
bator at one time, but are so arranged
that one section will hatch each day,
being refilled as soon as the goslings
are taken out. The geese on this farm
are raised for their feathers alone,
which are used in the upholstering
The Texarkana (Tex.) Courier pub
lished this problem In arithmetic for
the glory of the State of Texas: "This
will help you to figure out just how
large Texas really Is. If you have a
star matbmetician In your family tell
him the population of the globe; then
ask him if all the people in the world
were-placed in Texas and Its soil divid
ed out them per capita, how large
would the man's farm be who had a
wife and two children! When he gets
through figuring then whisper In his
ear: 'More than half an acre.
» *»
• '*
Sounding Tltle^
Descends FromJ
Louia Deibler'a 1
Father to Son —~~j
fife Daughter of an
known Parisians of
modern times has Just passed away;
yet there were not 50 men
France who were willing to know
One of thp b
in all
He was peculiarly popular, in a con
temptuous way, among the lower class
es, says Pearson's Magazine; yet no
one workingman in ten thousand
would shake his hand.
He had a unique position, alone of
his kind. Though neither statesman,
man of law, administrator or soldier,
he was a governmenffunctlonary with
the most high sounding of titles; yet
this title was unknown to the groat
mass of Frenchmen, who called him
by another name—which was not his.
They called him "Monsieur de Pa
His real title was exécuteur deâ
hautes oeuvres (he who executes high
deeds). His name was Louis Antoine
Stanislaus Delbler, and his profession
was the cutting off of heads.
He was the sole public executioner
of France and Corsica. His father had
been public executioner before him.
And his son succeeds him in the sin

i8ter office.
The father of Louis Dalbler was pub
lic executioner at Rennes and in the
five departments qj Brittany. The
stain was already In the family, and
so was familiarity with the vocation.
What could the young man have
done In life? Should he make himself
a lawyer, a painter, or go Into busi
ness, the stain would have followed
him. He was the son of the guillotine,
and there was not a girl In France
that would have married him!
In France It is not as with us.
where these dread responsibilities are
diluted by division among a thousand
sheriffs, each occupying for a few
years only an office that is highly hon
orable, and in which the "execution
of high deeds," if it comes at all, is
the rarest of accidents and leaves no
personal association in the public
It has always been different in
France. Under the old regime of
name of the law. The title was that pi
of "executor of high justice," a pro
fession that demands long apprentice
ship, because, according to an ancient
ordinance, the bourreau (execution
er) must "know how to do his office
by means of fire, by the sword, the
whip, the wheel, by drawing and
quartering, by the fork, by dragging,
pointing and pricking, by ear cutting,
by dismembering, by fustigating, by
kings, as far back as the 13th century,
we find individuals whose life work
it was to "whip, brand, hang, behead,
breçk on the wheel and burn" in the
the pillory, by the iron collar, and by | an(
other like pains according to the cus
toms and usages of the land ordered
by the law for the terrifying of male
In 1720 the bourreau of Paris had a
fixed salary of 16,000 livres, equivalent
today to $16,000, for himself and his
aids. The guillotine was not yet in
vented, though the practice of tortur
ing had almost died out and the chief
work of Monsieur de Paris was the
merciful cutting off of heads by means
of the axe an<t block. In those days
ft was always' "Monsieur de Paris,"
"Monsieur de Rennes," and so on—a
strange title strangely shared by bish
ops. Thus the great Bossuet was
known to the court of Louis XIV as
"Monsieur de Meaux.
It was natural that the ill famed
though highly paid office should run in
families. A single family—the fam
ous Sansons—occupied it through
generations, from the year 1688 down
to 1847, from the old days of torture
to the merciful invention of the guil
lotine, through the merciful red waves
of the Revolution, the Empire, and the
Restoration of kings down to the very
eve of the Second Republic. Genera
tion after generation the Sanson fam
ily kept its memoirs; and their pub
lication a few years ago, in eight
large volumes, though scarcely more
than a publisher's venture, with few
important contributions to history,
make strange reading.
Louis Antoine Stanislaus Delbler,
who was born in the year 1823, had
discovered early in life* that his father
was not like other men—he was "Mon
sieur de Rennes." A few years ago,
in a moment of mournful remini
scence, he pictured to a friend his
young wife's solicitude when his own
little son began to ask questions.
Papa is traveling," the child would
prattle. The boy grew. Then one day
he said "Papa is traveling!" in a
tone she had never heard from him
And she knew that he knew!
I have said that there was not a
girl in all France who would have
married Louis Delbler. There was
one In Algiers, however, who received
his suit gladly—a charming young
lady,' well educated, virtuous, good
looking and possessed of a handsome
marriage portion.
What made this tender paragon re
ceive the ostracized youth so kindly?
She was in the same position as him
self. There was probably not a young
man of decent family in all France or
•Algiers who would have asked for her
hand. She was the daughter of M.
Raseneuf, the public executioner of Al
Louis Deibler came and saw and was
accepted. Indeed, he was doubly ac
cepted, for he at once entered Into the
office of assistant executioner to M.
Raseneuf. This was ln 1S58, and In
1863 his own father died, still execu
tioner at Rennes. He himself contin
ued to live in the family of his father
in-law and to assist him In his work
Louis Deibler had barely entered on P*tri
hU functions as executioner for Paris St.
until the law of 1871 came to suppress
the separate posts of executioner in
the province's*. Louis Deibler was
called to Paris and. in the quality of
assistant of the first class, he was at
tached to M. Roch, the "Monsieur de
Paris" of the day. M. Roch died in
1879, and M. Diebler succeeded him
and "exercised" during all of 20 long
■< was called to
■ira de, a youth
lisassinated Iris
m I > 'Jvi\ The
■'led out on May
^executioner met
from the young
obliged to bang
side of the gull
! lotlne until he was ; practically insen
His second victln was the cele
brated Prunier. qhndemnel in Sep
tember of the sam£ year for the assas
sination of an old woman with ag
gravating circumstances. Prunier was
23 years old and showed extreme
courage in his last moment, smoking à
cigarette as he walked jauntily to the
guillotine. Another execution of his
first year as
made a great talk, it was that of the
policeman Prévost, who had a mag
nificent record for honesty and brav
ery, but was found to have robbed a
Jeweller and cut his body into 78
pieces. To the astonishment of his
chiefs, he confessed to the previous
assassination of a young girl,
walked to the guillotine with firm
ness, saying that he had not enough
blood to wash away his crimes.
But Louis Deibler's experience of his
sad mission in life was not to be lim
ited even to the victims themselves.
After Prévost it was Menesclou, in
April, 1880; this one's mother went
suddenly crazy in the crowd the mo
ment the knife fell.
Henceforth the list becomes too
numerous to mention, except, perhaps,
for a few of the more celebrated 1 .
Tropmann, who had murdered an en
tire family; Marchandou, the valet
assassin : Pranzini, the professional
killer of women; Prado and Anastay;
EyrautJ, the accomplice of Gabrielle
Bompard, who, after her recent par
don, was kept out of the United
States; Vachler, the slayer of shep
herd boys and girls; Sellier, the ghoul;
and a series of anarchists like Rava
chol, Henry, Vaillant and Caserinci
the assassin of President Carnot.
'Monsieur de Paris'
An old labor law in England in force
In 1783 contained the following six
union was to be sent to jail for two
months. Tailors must work from six
o'clock in the morning until eight at
night. Wages were not to be higher
than forty-eight cents a day. Each tail
or was to be allowed three cents for
breakfast. Any tailor who refused to
w'ork was to be Imprisoned for not
more than two months. If any em
pi oyer higher wages he was to be
Any tailor who joined a
fined $25, and the workmen who took
the increase were to be sent to jail for
two months.
An amusing story is told of some of
the richest men in the country who
were attending a .«cent
meeting at New York. Around the
table were J. P. Morgan. James Still
man, William Rockefeller, J. J. Hill
| an( j Senator Depew. A messenger en
tered with a package for the senator
on which $1.40 was due, and after go
ing through his pockets the wonderful
Chauncey acknowledged he did
have enough money to pay the bill and
asked financial aid. All subscribed as
much as they had with them, but these
multi-millionaires were good for only
a little over $1 among them. A mes
senger boy had to advance the rest.
In 1859 some distance southeast of
Lake Nyassa, in Central Africa, Liv
ingston discovered Lake Shirwa, a
body of water about thirty miles long
and fifteen miles wide, which has now
entirely disappeared with the excep
tion of a few ponds in its bed. Lake
iNyami, discovered by Livingston at
the same time, has also disappeared.
The cause of the change appears to
be a gradual drying up of bodies of
water in Central Africa. As marking
the results of a single half century
the changes named (with no doubt oth
er equally important, but not recorded)
show a rapidity of mutation in those
Inland waters not equalled elsewhere
in the contemporary geographer's sur
Discipline is severe in the German
army, and the treatment of privates ia
sometimes unjustifiable. At Desaau a
sergeant who had been drinking to ex
cess insulted two young women who
were escorted by a couple of men in
the ranks. The privates protested to
the minor officer, who drew his sword
and attacked them, in his drunkenness
wounding one of the girls. In the af
fray which followed the sergeant was
disarmed and felled to the floor. All
three were put on trial. The sergeant
was sentenced to prison for five
months, while the unfortunate privates
were condemned to five years behind
the bar at hard labor, were dismissed
from the service and were deprived of
their civil rights. Service as a priv
ate in an army so regulated cannot be
a cause of pride in time of peace.
America is not the only country in
the world that excels in canning meats
and vegetables. At the St. Louis Ex
position were shown canned rice birds
from China. These little birds are
much like our own reed birds, and as
they live in the rice fields, they be
come very fat and luscious. They are
esteemed highly in-China and are pre
served with skill. Portugal preserves
immense quantities of fish. Germany
has some interesting experiments In
canning. One of these is called calor
it, the name referring to the device
whereby the vegetable or meat en
closed may be heated by puncturing
Two chambers enclose the
the can.
inner can, oqe holding lime and the
other water. The puncture permits
the water and the lime, to icieet, and
which follows
the slaking process
causes heat.
A Queer Horse.
"Uncle Ben" was the name of the
reindeer that drew our pulk. He was
a big. raw-boned deer with enormous
horns. His coat was almost white
and was thick and soft,
were long and powerful, and the
sinews were plainly visible with every
stride that he took. His hoofs were di
vided very high, so that when he
placed his foot on the ground the hoof
spread wide, and when he raised it,
a snapping noise was caused by the
P*tri of the hoof closing together.-—
St. Nicholas.
His legs
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Many a housewife and museum cura
tor has good reason to regret that
drawers as a rule are neither dust nor
vermin proof. To have your treasures,
whether they consist of linens, books,
or unreplacenble specimens ruined
when they were apparently secure from
anything less than a fire is dishearten
ing to say the least. Two Swedish in
ventors of Providence, realizing the
field that exists for a dust and Insect
proof drawer, put their ingenuity to
work and have evolved a very simple
but effective construction. The essen
tial feature of the construction Is a
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?over, the sides and the rear, are pro
vided with a downward extending
9ang<), adapted to close In the sides
tnd back end of the drawer. The front
?dge terminates under a flange form
ing an Integral part of the supporting
framework. This cover is pivoted at
some nearly central point, and as a
lrawe.* Is withdrawn beyond this piv
otal point the cover drops down at the
bnck and raises correspondingly In the
front, allowing the drawer to be en
tirely withdrawn without displacing
the cover. The drawers and covers
may be made of wood, metal or any
luitabto material.
litow Port Arthur Got Food.
The medium-sized northern Chinese
milks wake first-class*blockade run
iers. They are built very low In the
water, with the decks almost awash
tvhen loaded, so that only the bow
ind sttvn rise noticeably above the
water Une. They are strong, flat-bot
tomed, and of unpainted, dirty wood,
with no firigbt colors about them. Pro
pelled by from ten to twenty oarsmen,
if the sails fail, they glide through
the water with no noise or smoke, and
ire very difficult of defection. Dodg
ing along the shore and among the nu
merous inlets which extend from the
Shan-tung peninsula across the mouth
M PechlH Gulf, they closely resemble
the low, brown rocks, and during the
recent selge hundreds of them evaded
the Japanese watchers and carried
tons of fresh provisions and vege
tables to the beleagued Port Arthur
garrison.—London Times.
The capital invested in the railroads
In Argentina amounts to $509,000.000,
that of Brazil to $434.000,000, of Peru
to $180,000,000 and that of Chile to

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New Coat of Anns For the I'ope.
The new coat of arms ot I'ope Pins
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spects than one, for tbe I'ope, bei
of democratic origin, has never ha|
family cont of arms, and on his enite_
Ing office as Pontiff was compelled
Invent arms for himself. The main tM
feature of the new coat is the use or
light colors. The shield Is divided Into
three parts. The upper part contains
the Lion of St. Mark on a silver field.
The central division Is a blue field.
The lower division Is a raging aea
surmounted by an anchor. Above the
anchor is a star with six points. The ^
crest is the usual papal tiara and tha'
crossed keys of St. Peter.
Dark Pictures of Disease.
A young girl, delicate and sensitive
to cold, has been told from her early
childhood that she must exercise tbe
greatest possible care, because she haa
surely inherited a consumptive ten
dency from ber mother, who died of
consumption. This black picture of
consumption and its fearful ravages
on tbe system stamps indelibly upon
tbe young life, and prevents healthful,
buoyant growth or prompt phvslcal
reaction. i/
Dwelling upon these conditions ruins
the appetite, disturbs digestion, cuts off
tbe assimilation of food, and emacia
tion sets in, at length, as a result, and,
as if this were not enough to discours
age and dishearten the victim, every
body bas to tell her how bad she Iook.%
and bow she is growing thinner and
thinner every day! Very often they
say, "Now be careful, for you know
your mother went by taking cold, or
by exposure to draft." They give her
cod-liver oil and tonics, but these are
sorry compensations for the resisting
power of the mind, of which they have
cruelly robbed her, and poor substi
tutes for the God-given power of self
protection, granted to every human be
ing. They have disturbed the child'a
beautiful natural feeling that it is prty
tected by the Almighty Arm, that it la
made in God's image, and, hence, la
God-defended, and that nothing can in
jure its reality. Many a beautiful life
has been stifled by such inculcated
fears and depressing influences.—Suc

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