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nil STRANGE THINGS FOUND IN VARIOUS v. I fIT“ II a PORTIONS OF THE EARTH Ij| ‘■Pass of Killiecrankie Sold ■ ■ mf K & -jp -a’ '¥B ■ Tie Pass of Killiecrankie, one of the moat famous and romantic spots ■ ill Scotland, has just been sold under the hammer of the auctioneer as ■ prt of the estates of Archibald Edward Butter, Esq. The historic road the pass crossed the hill near Faskally House and descended to ferryman s hut at the south end. Down this road many pageants of ■tush history passed. It was by this road that King Robert the Bruce, ■s the murder of Red Comyn, retreated from the battle of Methven where ■tad been surprised by the earl of Pemroke. By the same road Mary, Queen ■ Scots, went with her gay cavalcades for the famous deer-drlves In the ■eit of Athol). Through the pass went General Mackay with Hanoverian ■idlers of fortune to meet and be routed by the clansmen under John ■ibam of Claverhouse —“Bonnie Dundee”—who had raised the standard ■ King James against William and Mary. ■ It was through the Pass of Killiecrankie that nearly 1,000 Atholl men ■rebed to join the earl of Mar In the rising of 1715, and this way In '45 ■n the Young Pretender before he went south on fits great adventure, ■leb ended In disaster, and forfeited estates, and blood on many scafffolds ■ Tie Pass of Killiecrankie is, Indeed, a high-road of Scottish and Eng ■ history. Edward 111. came here with his knights In his attempt to ■a(le the spirit of the Scots Into subjection. Highland reivers drove ■dr cattle along this road, and wounded men crawled down the pass after ■any a fight between the clans. The tramp of armed men, the fierce shouts ■ tattle, the wild pibroch that called to the Highland chiefs, still com* ■doing down the glen to those who have listening ears. fESN’T LIKE AUTOMOBILES America the Inhabitants of the ■W districts not only have become to the automobile, but own the cars by thousands find them sources of delight as ns great conveniences. In Eng- the rustic has not been so eas ®'on over, as is witnessed by the here pictured. It stands by one jßfwe main highways of the south of and the man who put It up ■OTABLE ENGINEERING FEAT a notable piece of engl work was achieved In San while the demolition of the city hall was In progress. Be- Sk"* b the violent earthquake and the W*nul fire of April, 1900, the building Wt Ptnctically reduced to a mass of So It was determined to raze shattered structure and construct ■* “ e * and modern hall. ■ Surmounting the lofty dome a huge B*Ue of the Goddess of Liberty has B/Jhad for more than twenty years ' rile statue escaped unscathed ■h ° ths heavy shock and flre - ™ 8 ■ mense metal statue is nearly twen- Itil ke *£kt, and, with the pedes ■toi >° 11 Is firmly attached, g’whs about three tons. From the ■li ok Up to the P ede stal the distance ItheVon feet ' aiul to the apex °* a* WBS very muck desired to ■ Ksh ° OWn t ' le ,luge statue undam ■JJ"? and to place It In Golden Gate j. • as a public souvenir of the great look 1,16 contr actlng firm under . o bring It to earth without dam • This proved a difficult and perll ' undamaged, C,OOO pounds of inn , m a height of 370 feet was erous task. However, the work 'one very successfully. By means of derricks, steel cables, - e * C '' operated by several g”y engines, the big statue was the i , from ,ts flrm anchorage on home’s crest, and gradually low kith ° eartk - The work was done Kj, nut ,tle slightest accident to the l 0 or to the force of men engaged It Is ,a6 k- declare that Ha,.,. * no t a,) le feat along engftieerlng ■ a * ,eaat of that k,U(I . the Ulatla torß nre belng warmly congrat over the success achieved. “DEAD” MAN RETURNS HOME A man named John Stevens, who was declared dead by a coroner’s Jury and whose widow afterwards married again, has reappeared In Preston, Eng., after an absence of nine years. A body found In the river was Identi fied as Stevens’ by certain marks on the arm. Certificates of death were Issued, and Mrs. Stevens drew the In surance money. Stevens explains his long absence by stating that he has been tramping the country In search of work. She has lived happily with her second “husband." who Is named George Harness, and there seems no way out of the tangle caused by the reappearance of the “dead” man. Paying His Rent With a Flag The duke of Wellington holds the manor of Strathfleldsaye on condition that each year, on the anniversary of the battle of Waterloo (June 19), he presents to the sovereign a French flag, a sign that the estate is held by favor of the king, and a reminder that It was given to the first duke as a reward for his services. Generally, the reigning duke presents the banner In person; indeed, he used to bear It to the sovereign himself, riding on horseback. This year, the court being in mourning, a representative of his grace took the "reat" to Windsor, and saw It feet In place. The duke of Marlborough retains the Blenheim estates by payment of a similar fee on the anniversary of the battle of Blenheim (August 13). In dacb case, when the new flag is set in po sition, the old flag goes back to the duke. Non-presentation of the flag would entail forfeiture of the estate. 1 ■ ■ ! ;i marriage after death The marriage Is reported of two dead lovers from the Japanese village of Shizuoka. A young couple fell in love, and sought their parents' sanc tion to their union. For some reason this was withheld in the case of the girl, and the broken-hearted couple resolved to commit shlnju rather than be separated. The two embarked on a fishing boat and when some distance from the shore bound themselves together with cloth brought with them for the pur pose, and threw themselves Into the sea. The following morning the couple were missed from their homes, and the matter was communicated to the police. Eater on the bodies of the young couple were washed ashore, and, after the official examination, delivered to the parents. On learning of the tragedy, the mayor of the vil lage was much affected, and calling upon the bereaved parents, proposed that the wedding ceremony be per formed over the dead bodies, so that the deceased might be united In the other world. The parents agreed, and the ceremony was carried out In due form, even to the exchange of presents between the two families. RALEIGH’S BIG GRAPE VINE Visitors to Roanoke Island never fail to see the scuppernong grape vine, the largest In the world, that 1s known as Sir Walter Raleigh's grape vine. It was planted by Raleigh's party, which settled In Roanoke island, N. C., more than 300 years ago. The ad venturers left England on April 27. 1584, with the following charter from Queen Elizabeth: “Power is hereby given to Raleigh and his assigns by the queen freely to search for and oc cupy and enjoy for ever such remote and barbarous lands not possessed by any Christian people as to him might seem good. He Is at liberty to take with him to such lands and leave there for Inhabitants as many of the bushes," and so forth. The Immense scuppernong grape vine, with stem larger round than a man’s body, Is an Interesting relic of the past, and bears fruit abundantly. MOTHER BATTLES WITH TWO DOGS TO RESCUE HER SON AIDED BY NEIGHBORS, SHE ROUTS ANIMALS WHICH ATTACKED THE BOY. New York.—Armed with a club, Mr*. W. E, Miller of Brooklyn engaged In a furious battle with two dogs to save her son, who had been thrown to the (round and was being attacked by tKJth animals. Mrs. Miller was assist ed by one of her woman neighbors, and the two were victorious In their struggle with the dogs. Young Miller was severely bitten, but will recover. The affair occurred almost In front of the Miller home. Miller was just returning from a walk with the family bulldog when another dog dashed up. Immediately the two animals began a fierce fight. Although young Miller’s dog was having the best of the al -Bhe Wat Joined by Her Neighbor. tercatlon. he determined to stop the battle, fearing the other animal would be killed. He seized the strange dog and started to pull him away. As the boy did so the struggle of the animal threw him to the ground, and both canines renewed their battle over his body. They also bestowed many bites on the prostrate youth In their rage. Attracted by the cries of the prone lad, Mrs. Miller rushed from the house. She seized a club and belabored the Infuriated beasts. She was joined by her neighbor, but It was almost five minutes before the two women could separate the combatants. ALICE SMOKE; WHAT OF IT? Much Ado In Soot City Society Over Mrs. Longworth's Alleged Love of Weed. Pittsburg, Pa.—Mrs. Alice Roosevelt Longworth’s cigarettes have caused a great "to do" In society here. The questions agitating Pittsburg’s fair leaders of the local “400” are: Does Mrs. Longworth smoke cigar ettes? If she does, Is there any harm In It provided she doesn’t do It In the street and scare the horses? The matter aroused a lively discus- Mr*. Alice Roosevelt Longworth. slon among Pittsburg clubwomen. “I look upon a woman who smokes cigarettes as I do one who bleaches her hair —with suspicion," was the statement of Mrs. J. H. Armstrong. Mrs. Minnie O. Roberts and Mrs. George Kramer took leading parts In the discussion, which was listened to by members of the Wiraodausls club of Pittsburg, the Sorosls club, the Daughters of the American Revolu tion, the Daughters of 1812, the Daughters of Pioneers, and the Wom en's Southern society. "The higher the position a woman holds the more wolnanly she should be.” asserted Mrs. Roberts, and a number of others said they thought Mrs. Longworth should not set such an example to the young women. One dissenter, a member of the Wlmodausis club, said: "Any woman has a right to smoke cigarettes If she wants to. so long an she doesn’t tread on anybody's toes," Boy Is Healed by Prayer. Kansas City, Mo. —For more than a week Eugene Bell and his wife prayed night and day that their boy, Paul, helpless with Infantile paralysis, might be healed. Then, one morning the boy rose from the bed at seven o’clock and walked to the breakfast table and ate. He raised his arms almost as freely as before the dread malady attacked him, and the right leg. useless for tep days and nights, supported Mm and moved'as he willed It to dp. Their Little House By TEMPLE BAILEY Cwiri|)ti, ii. hjr AMocia(J Lliruy PtM Lucile came slowly down the long walk Her heart was full of bltter leas. Why did some people have all ih* good fortune? Behind her was the great mansion where Marguerite lived with her rich husband. Mar (uerlta and Lucile had gone to school together, and after their school days they had danced their way through life until the time when Marguerite met the man who had built the big louse. Marguerite's husband was the one rich man In the village. It had been > real love match, however, tor the big man adored hts little wife, and Marguerite thought there was no one In the world as perfect as her suc cessful husband. Lucile had not envied her friend, for she bad a lover of her own, a bet ter man. perhaps. If not as rich as the one who had chosen Marguerlta. Today, however, Lucile had come away from Marguertta’s homo with a feeling of discontent The great bouse, with Its exquisite furnishing, fts servants. Its air of luxury, had made her feel the contrast of her own future. Lucile was to live In a little house. Her lover was poor, but he had planned the cottage residence With much eagerness “Well make up for all the little ness and lack of luxury,” ho said, "by the amount of love that wo will ha vo for each other.” Lucile reflected that In Marguorlta’s home there was also love, and she longed Intensely for the pretty clothes, the ease, the softness of her friend’s existence. At this moment of her greatest re bellion she met the man she was to marry. "Philip," she said, as he folned her, “1 have been up to Mar guerite's. She has the loveliest home —her husband gives her everything." He laughed. “No home could be lovelier than our little house," be laid. Her head went up. “I am not so mire,” sbo told him, "that love In a cottage will be all we think It will be. Philip.” He turned and stared at her. “Has your visit to Marguorlta," he asked, "made you think that?" She shook her head. "I don’t know, only It does not seem quite fair that Marguerlta should have so much, does It. Philip?” "She hasn’t any more than you have.” ho said stoutly. "Both of you have love, and beauty and a home; that your homo Is to be smaller and less luxurious ought not to weigh greatly, Lucile." His tone was so confident that It grated on her. Did he value her so little that he could see her beauty burled In his small Louse, while Mar guerlta’s was to shine like a Jewel In Its gorgeous setting? She turned to her lover, her eyes Hashing. "I don’t think I want to live in the little house. Philip," she laid. She did not really mean it; It was only a mood of the mind, but his confident bearing, his masculine dense ness Irritated her. He stared at her unbelievingly. “Surely you don’t mean that. Lucile," he said. “Surely you, don’t mean that you have let me build and dream, only to have that dream unfulfilled?” They had come to the gate that opened the x#y *Hr the )ltt | e house. It thely,. gjistom to go tbefe on afternoons „to#jl*e r to seo wfeat ftrad' been dono.. Every stone that had been laid, every room that had been every bit of furni ture that had been bought, had been the result of their careful planning Today they entered It In silence. Lu clle's glance seemed to take It In critically. She wondered how she could have been so enthusiastic. The simple prints on the walls, the Inex pensive furniture In the living room, the muslin hangings, all looked so cheap after the magnificence of Mar guerite's home. She turned to him and flung out her hands. “I just can’t live here, Philip,” she said despairingly. At first he would not believe her She was so knit Into his life that be refused to think of a future without her. But, with a wild feeling that she was tied to poverty If she mar rled him, she demanded her freedom and, after he had need every argu ment In the long walk home, at last he gave It, with a look of pain that hurt her. and kept her awake In the watches of the night. Indeed she got no sleep. She won dered what evil spirit possessed her that she should thus sell her birth right of love. She rose and paced the floor, and at last she sank down by the’ win dow. looking out In the starlit night. But there was something more than the stars that lighted the night. On the hill that stood between her own home and that of Marguerite's there was a dull glow. Lucile watched It In fascinated wonder. Something was burning —a barn, perhaps. She wondered whose barn It could be. In the distance she heard the bells that would bring out tbc only fire engine In the town. "Philip was a member of the fire brigade. She knew just how strong and actlve;'he would be In trying to save the property of. their neighbors. Peopje begaf to hurry by the house, •I | 1 and scraps of their talk floated up to her through the open window. “It's Philip Arnold’s cottage," some one said, and Luclle's hand went to her heart It was their cottage— hers and Philip's—that was burning, the home that was to have been hers, that she had planned from the begin ning . She flung on her clothes, sob bing a little under her breath. It seemed to her that If that cottage burned, all of her happiness would burn with 1L She ran out Into the street and followed the crowd. Tho people whq saw her whispered among themselves. "She was to marry him and live In tho cottage.” At last she came to the gate through which she had passed that day with Philip. There was a dense crowd In tho yard, tramping the tender grass, crushing the life out. of the crocuses and tulips that she and Philip had planted In the garden beds. For a moment she shut her eyes, afraid to look. When she opened them, she saw that the little house was Intact. Behind It the flames shot up, making that dreadful glow against the sky that she had seen from her window. The one Are engine was busy, with Its hose playing on the burning heap. v Lucile turned to the man nearest her. “Then It was not our cottage?” she gasped. “No," he answered, "It was Just little stable and the left-over building material back of It, But the cottage, would , have gone It Philip had not worked so hard to save It.” Then out of the crowd Lucile saw someone coming towdrd her. It was Marguerlta—a fur wrap thrown over the whiteness of her evening gown. "Oh, Lucile," she said, "what & dreadful thing It would have been If your cottage had burned. It you only knew how I have envied you!) Our house Is so big that Donald and 1 are always saying that It comes| between us and our love. I wish sometimes that there were no serv ants, no one to do anything for him but me. Money separates people so, Lucile.”. Lucile felt that she must get to Philip at once and tell him that there was no place In the whole world like tho little house.. It seemed to her that there had never been anything as beautiful as the cheap rugs and the muslin hang ings and the prints on tho wall. But It was not until tho crowd bad gone that she had a chance to tell him. He came to her blackened with smoko. "I saved It." he said, “but I sup pose I might as well have let It burn for all the good It will do me.” She clung to him, crying a little. "It’s the moat beautiful cottage In tho world," she said. She told him then how precious It had seemed to her when she thought she was to lose It; and presently they went In together. Tho smoke had blackened the snowy hangings, but otherwise nothing was hurt. Mar guerlta had left them, and gradually tho crowd had turned away. They stood together at the window, the sky rosy In the east. "It’s anew world, and anew day. and anew kind of love," Lucile whls. pered, and her lover smiled at her as together they faced the dawn. NOW CUT THE WATERMELON Time* Change and the Rule of One to a Family I* No Longer Regarded. In old times no dealer dreamed of cutting a watermelon; perhaps It would have been considered a sort of sacrilege. If a family wanted a watermelon they wanted a water melon. not a part of It. the New York Sun says. The watermelon was usually bought by the father of the family and ho was often a qualified watermelon ex pert. H 6 knew what sort of melon ha wanted and then be could tell by tap ping gently on the melon with bli knuckles Just what condition It wa* In. He didn't need to have a melon plugged for him and the Inside of this melon was never seen until he cut It himself on the family table, where, as tho cndsifell apart, following his first grand cut down through the melon’s middle, there ran around the table, coming from all the children, himself Included, a delighted "Ah!" at th* revelation of the melon's rich, rosy red Interior, . Thus when the gross population was smaller, families larger, melons cheap or, everybody bought a whole melon. If they had cut a melon In the old days nobody would have wanted th other half; now many people never think o' buying more than half a melon. The melons cost more now than they used to. for one thing, and then It may be really that all a small family wants Is half a melon. To be sure, If you buy only half a melon you don’t hear tho delightful crackling that follows settling ths knife down through a whole melon, but It Isn’t so bad. In many places nowadays they keep watermelons o Ice, keep them nice and cool, and yo may see It cut and see how handsome ly It-opens up, and the dealer will wrap up your half trimly to keep out the dust and you can carry It homn plumb fresh. If you want to Not 4 bad!