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Established 18SS. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THUBSDAY. BY THE TRIBUNE PRINTING COMPANY. Limited ; OFFICE: MAI* STREET AUOTE CENTRE. j FREELAND, PA. SUBSCRIPTION KATES: One Year $1.50 Six Mouth* 75 Four Months 50 Two Months 25 The date which the subscription is paid to is ou tnu address label of each paper, the change of which to u subsequent date be comes a receipt for remittance. Keep tbi figures in advance of the present date, lte port promptly to this office whenever papef is not received. Arrearages must be putf When subscription is discontinued. Jlake all money orders, checks, etc,,payable to (he Tribune Printing Company, Limited. The Philadelphia Times says: "The Nicaragua Canal must he built as speedily as possible, and the question of making it free under all conditions, whether in peace or war, is one for the statesmanship of the country to decide." John Buskin, who, when he died theother day, had passed his eightieth year, was among the great English men of the nineteenth century. He broke down the wall of British Phil istinism in art and for a generation was listened to with as great respect as was Emerson before his circle in this country. Whatever judgment he passed on Buskin's ideas, he set people to thinking who had never thought before, and what he had to say he said in phrases that will live as models of English prose. Beyond a doubt, says Bollin Lynde Hartt in the Atlantic, the Mormon church is, considered purely as a political economist's scheme, "to-day nearer to being a successful effort to inaugurate the Brotherhood of Man than anything ever tried." Here then is a social and political force to be reckoned with. Marvelous iu its power over the individual, it is j rapidly becoming au actual menace to i the nation. Already it numbers a i million adherents. It owns Utah, j It holds the balance of power in Idaho, in Wyoming, iu Colorado, iu Cali iornia and iu Nevada. When Arizona and New Mexico are admitted to the Union, it will control them also. Patrons of the Topeka street cars have been variously impressed of late j by a framed placard conspicuously i placed in every one of the vehicles and reading as follows: "Passengers j must not leave or enter the car while , in motion." Of course, the average j Topekau instantly understands what J the inventor of this legend meant to convey, obeys or disobeys the com- ! maud as caution or convenience die- | tates, aad thinks no more of the mat- j fer. In Kansas, as elsewhere, how- | jver, thero are people who think of the how -as well as the what of lan guage, aud naturally these critical ■me3 are having a good deal of fun i over this latest specimen of English ! as she is wrote by some corporation 1 ollicials. It's undoubtedly a gem of serenekt ray. Wordi Often Mispronounced. Carnegie (Andrew), Kar-NEGe ("e" iu second syllable as in ebb). E-tiier aud nether are preferred to i-ther and ui-ther by Webster, Walker and Smart. Room, soot, roof, broom and soon liave long sound of 00, as in food; many give incorrect sound, as iu foot. Decollete da-kol-TA ("o" as in "old"), not da-KOL-ta. Bap-tis-ter-i, not bap-tis-tri. Canton—ln China, Kai-TON, in the United States, KAN-tou. Krupp is prouounced as Kroop (oo same as in "ooze"). Nicaragua is pronounced Ne-ka-RA gwa. hue vocable—lr-REV-o-ka-ble, not ir-re-VO-ka-bl. Patriotism is pa-tri-ot-ism, not pat ri-ot-ism. Figaro is fe-ga-RO, not FE-ga-ro. Herculauoum is properly her-ku li.A-ne-um. ("a" in accented syllable same as ,d "ask"). Vagary is va-GA-ri, not VA ga-ri. Wilhcm is pronounced Vii-helm.— Indianapolis Press. The Central Spot of England. On the village green at jtferitien, in Warwickshire, thero is a large stone cross which is supposed to mark the central point of England UiCrti itiuuu.iiitim. While nothing seems too good to promise the men who are going to South Africa, the London newspapers chronicle that a former officer of the Gordon Highlanders, who served in the Crimea, the Indian mutiny and th fights in the Northwest provinces, bcina specially mentioned in dispatches foj bravery, and whose life is unblemished lias been allowed 5 shillings a week at outdoor relief by the Lambeth pooi guardians. Enormous sums were col lected for the soldiers at the time of tht Crimean war, and the "Patriotic Fund' has large accumulations which it doe not distrilnite. Ihe Rev. Ui. Kichard, ot Plainfield, N. J., was married recently. When the bride cut the cake she found in the bottom of it a bag containing 11,500, which had been contributed by the parishioners. THE PRAYER. My hack is to the wall, Lol here I stand. O Lord! wliate'er befall, I love this land! The land that I have tlll'd, This land is mine. Would, Lord, that Thou hadst wlll'd This heart were Thine! Thy servant, Lord, of old Smote down the men Whose images of gold They worshiped then! Those images again Are worshiped now. Beforo strange gods strange men, O Lord! here bow! This land to us Thou gave, In days of old;* They seek to make a grave Or Held of gold! To us, O Lord! Thy hand Put forth to save! Give us, O Lord! this land, Or give a grave! —H. J. Morris, in New York Sun. | The Man Who Ran | at San Juan Hill. 1 By Albert Bigelow Paine. & a moment's no . S ■ tice the night ex press enmo to a - full stop. There was IT/,. iTv,,\ V a prolonged sound of v.\ ntnffli escaping steam, then silence. Even the vtl Wl ra ' u 'k"' keen J* lib dashing against the ' panes for the last hundred miles or so had ceasjd. In tho dav-coach one or two passengers who were awake looked out and found deep black woods that looked straight up to where a few stars were showing. The drowning rain that had continued hero for a week or more was at an end. Presently the moon appeared. Tho fresh air in the coach awak ened others. A few began to talk in low voices, as if fearing to disturb the sleepers who breathed heavily about them. Some one began peel ing au orange, and the pungent, sweet odor filled the coach. A baby woke up and cried grievingly. Half way down the coach a man in n seat by himself leaued forward against tho next seat, his head in his arms. A few seats ahoad of him sat two men in soldier dress. These had awakened aud were talking. One, who wa3 slim and rather dark, said, sleepily: "What d'y' s'pose they're stoppin' for, Bill, auyway?" The other, a stouter, light-haired man, yawned. "Hunno; washout, likely." The conductor entering just then with a lantern confirmed this opinion. A small bridge had been weakened— it would require au hour to repair it. He lingered a momeut, to talk with the soldiers. "I suppose you fellows aro anxious to get homo now," ho ; said. ; The slim, dark man nodded. The stout soldier laughed, j course!" he said. "But we \ can take our time. When a fellow's been up San Juau Hill aud eome out alive ho can afford to wait a little fer other things." Behind them the man leaning for ward in his arms started. Perhaps ho was just waking. Other passen gers awoke, too, aud sat up to listen. The conductor was interested. "So you wero at San Juan?" he said. "Pretty hot there, wasn't it?" \ "Hot enough fer me." This from the slim man. "How did it feel, anyway, to have tho bullets coming right at you? Didn't you feel like you wanted to I get out o' thero?" I The man behind moved uneasily in j his arms. No doubt ho wanted to j sleep, and was not interested. The stout soldier laughed again as he an ! swered: "You're mighty right! If I'd ever ! got turned around I'd been runuin' yet!" | Several people in the coaeh laughed softly. The man with his head in his arms uttered something like a smoth ered groan. Why didn't they let him sleep? | "Did anybody run?" askedthe cou- I ductor. | Tho slim soldier opened his lips to reply, but laughed instead. His coin j rado laughed, too. "Did anybody run?" he echoed at 1 last. "Well, we didn't see but one, but he run fast enough fer the whole regiment." Then they laughed again, aud others who were awake joined them; all but the man leaning for ward with his head in his arms. He only writhed uneasily, and groaned as one tortured. But uo one noticed him. I "Yon ought to socn him," put in the slim soldier. "A jack-rabbit would bo a fool compared to that fel low. Ho made a regular crack in the atmosphere, didn't he, Bill?" "You bet! He only hit the high places." "And d'y' remember how scared he jlooked?" j "Scared! He looked like he'd been I dead fer a week!" j Most of tho passengers were awake Iby this time, aud laughing. Tho man with tho bowed head only shrank down into his shoulders, and clinched his hnuds. "What did they do to him?" The conductor took up his lamp to go, and tho soldiers aroso to follow. They also would look after tho progress of tho work. The slim soldier an swered. "Ob, uothiu'," ho said; "jes' let him go. I reckon he's still goin' somewhere." They left the coach. The passengers behind talked of tho war in subdued tones. Many opened windows to look tout. The man with bowed head shivered. Perhaps ho was cold. By and by the soldiers stalked in again, laughing. The train moved on slowly through the deep woods. The warm summer air came in, and the smell of wet trees. Those who had awakened slept. Only the man with bowed head moved now and then uneasily. The train ran very slowly through the night, coming now and thhn al most to a standstill. Then at lost it increased its speed a little. I'lieu n little more. By and by a roar as of a waterfall came in at the open windows. Almost at the same instant a rending, tearing crash—a scream of some one waking—a falling away of all beneath, and then about, above and below— from every side it came—thechokiug, drowning water. A moment later there were strng- I gliug forms on the surface of the moonlit river. A few with presence I of mind were dragging themselves through the open windows to air and life above the flood. One man, a strong swimmer, reached the shore and helped two others up the bank, i They were the two soldiers. The ' man who aided them plunged back to | srve others. He caught another man just on the point of exhaustion and ' pushed him to whore the soldjers' could reach him. Then ho seized a! woman by the hair and dragged her j to the bank. A babe's white dress j floated to the surface just then and ■ he struck out for it. The current dragged it under for an instant, then threw it once more into the moon- 1 light. The swimmer pulled toward it fiercely. He seized it just as it was j being dragged under again. Then he ' turned toward tho shore, bnt ho was very tired, and the current was resist less. The soldiers watching him saw how he battled for life—his own life and the babe's. They ran down the flood, calling to him helplessly. When he disappeared they stood watching tho water. It was daylight when they found him below the rapids. He was still holding the babe. The river was tired of them. Tho slim soldier turned the drowned man's face to tho light. He stared an instant, then he said: "Bill! Lord God, Bill! Look!" j The stout soldier leaned forward, j "Lord God! Yes!"lie echoed. "It's him!" It was the man who had run at San Juan. WISE WORDS. To be alone in one's appreciation of beauty is like striking chords only in the bass or treble. To perceive such things in harmony with anothor, is to be in touch with tho very principle of nature. It is the face of man answer ing to the face of man in the waters of the spirit. We often pass by the soul 3 that would best reflect our own, because at tho time some turmoil has troubled the depths of our nature, and all im ages that fall upon it are distorted. The face and eyes reveal what the spirit is doing, what aim ithas. When the eyes say one thing and the tongue another, the practical man relics on the language of the first. Kind looks, kind words, kind acts, aud warm haudshakes—these are the secondary meaus of grace when men are in trouble, and are fighting their unseen batteries. Many a failure to do one's duty might be traced to a failure to realize that there is never but one duty to bo done at a time. Phiiosoply triumphs easily enough over past and future evils, but pres ent evils triumphs over philosophy. Let each man make himself as he teaches others to do. He who is well subdued may subdue others. Necessity may render a doubtful act innocent, but it cannot make it praiseworthy, A crack in the wall may bo very small, but you can see a great deal through it. It is ensier for a philosopher td stand tribulations than vexations. CarclcKsno.Hß in Al<lre*Bing Letters. "One of the greatest troubles we have to contend with i 3 the careless way in which most persons write the letter 'l' in an address," said an old letter carrier (he other day. "Wash ington is, perhaps, more apt to cause us bother in this regard than any other city, because lettered streets are not so common in other localities, but it seems to me that for this very reason the peoplo of the capital should be more careful. Of course wo have the -same trouble with those who send letters here from outside places, but the greater part of our extra labor in this regard is on account of careless writers right here in our own city. It is so easy to mistake au 'l' for a : '-J* that I should think most persons j would fall into the habit of writing j 'Eye' street whon they wished a mis sive to be delivered in that particular | thoroughfare. Many stores follow this rule in sondiug out their goods." —Washington Star. I'lieumitlic Tire Trouble*. Investigations in England show that the greatest trouble to be met in tho use of pneumatic tires on heavy vehicles is not from puncture (which accounts for only seven per cent, of the cases) but from tho internal wear of the material of the tire itself. Examinations showed that tho fibrous foundation and the rubber covering were reduced in some cases both to a powder by tho frictional action. It is well known that tho "life," even of the best rubber, is limited; aud the material breaks down completely after a certain average number of millions of hingeing vibrations. find lied* Haired People. Baldness is far less common among red-headed peoplo than among their dark-haired neighbors. The ordinary crop on the head of a red-haired per son is about 29.200 hairs. |P® <;*s<!X!X£<£ s®® iX j| 1 TALES OF FLOCK AND ADVENTURE. | Fought to tlie Death. J. ARMSTRONG, of Den- I ver, went to the Pliilip- XV. pines, not to tight, but to tack shoes on the feet of i the regimental horses supposed to nc i company the First Colorado. Judg j ing from the scarred and battered ap pearance of that gentleman it is pre ! suuied that he saw more fighting than j horseshoeing duriug his stay abroad. Among the volunteers who returned j | was Armstrong. Ho marched in one i jof the companies, but with the con- ! elusion of the welcoming ceremonies hastened to his home and there donned I j a civilian dress, in which he wandered downtown to shake hands with his ! | numerous friends. In reply to a ques tion from one of them as to whether j ( or not he had seen any fighting he ! : pointed with some pride to his right j eye, over which is to be seen a scar i fully an inch long. I "That is a relic of one of my fights," I said he, "and this is another." At! I tho same time he rolled up his sleeve | covering his left arm, displaying what j was once a deep gash about three inches in length on his forearm. ! The worthy man of brawn went 011 to relate that the strip of white skin taking the place of his right eyebrow j came as the result of one of tho regi ment's early engagements. His place was in the rear, where ho would be accessible should his services be need , cd for the tightening or removing of any of the shoes belonging to the ofti | cers' horses. A Mauser bullet hap pened to fly high in the air and to re turn to the earth in Armstrong's im mediate vicinity. Had he not thrown his head back suddenly just at the mo ment that the ball whizzed by he j would not have returned. As it was j he lost his eyebrow. I It was tho forearm scar that elicited the better story. Armstrong was fol lowing the regiment on one of its ac tive days when Irving Hale was still a colonel and in command. Tho col onel's horse was sent back to have a j shoo tightened, and tho regimental shoer dismounted from the steed which he was riding, leaving his saber against the back of a bamboo shack near which he had stopped. Taking his hammor aud nails and pincers he went after the refractory shoe to the tune of a little Irish profanity, hut ( had proceeded only a little way with his task when he was startled to see a 200-pound Filipino, almost naked and brandishing a heavy saber, coming toward him in a war-like attitude. Armstrong took in the whole situation at a glance. The native was between him and his horse, where his pistol had been left, and his saber stood some feet distant on the other side. As quick as thought, aud just as the Filipiuo was about to strike a heavy blow, the Colorado mau hurled his hammer in the direction of his foe and bounded toward the shack to recover his saber. The hammer did not hit the mark at which it was aimed, but the Filipino's weapon did. It struck the horseshoer ou tho left forearm, cutting to the bone. This did not deter the American from making things interesting for his adversary, howpver, for as soon as he could un sheath his trusty steel he was braud ishing it iu the face to the black man. The battle that followed in that dis mal solitude was tierce and to tho death, u,When both combatants had been worn almost to exhaustion Arm strong struck the Filipiuo a blow that split his skull from forehead to neck. : Then he tightened the colonel's horse's shoe. The orderly had to wait, for a few minutes when he returned for the steed, but Armstrong made 110 excuse for the delay. j H Encounter Willi a Canadian Lynx, j A Moutagnais Indian known as Pierre was visiting a lino of marten traps near the forks of tho Moisic Labrador, when he met an Indian with a sledge drawn by two dogs. It was a heavy load, anil as it was grow ing dusk, he asked permission to take the sledge into the lodge of the hunt er. "for," said he, "I have a body there, and I am afraid tho dogs will eat it if it is left outside." After the two had smoked together for some in silence according to the Indian maimer, the visitor was induced to tell his story. ! "Did you bring the body far?" asked Pierre. | ".Six days up the St. Marguerite, eight days in all from here." I "How did ho die?" ! The other looked at the fire and for some time said nothing, ft was evi dent that he had a very sorrowful tale to tell or he would have spoken at once. After a long pause he said : j"Heis my cousin. lam taking him jto be buried at tho post. Ho asked I me. I promised him. It is a loug journey in winter but he wishod it, and he will soon be there." . Then he told how it happened. "He and I," he said, pointing to the body, but mentioning no names, "were I bunting together, when we came upon the track of a loup cervier, or Cauada lynx, and followed it. My cousin was first and he turned round and said to • me, 'l'll go round that mountain •if 1 you go up the valley with tho dogs I and we are sure to get him.' Wo sep -1 arated. 111 an hour I heard a gun,and then sat down aud waited long. As , night was coming ou I thought I would go and look. 1 could find nothing, so as it was getting dark I tired my gun. No answer. I tired again. No an swer. '.Something,' 1 said, 'lias hap : pened to my cousin. I must follow ■ his tracks as soon as it is daylight.' After sleeping that night on a number ' ef spruce branches spread on the snow I followed the tracks early in the morning, aud before I got half way round the mountain I saw my cousin. He was nearly dead and could not speak. Close to him was tho loup crevier frozen stiff. My cousin had slipped into a cleft of the rock just after he had tired aud wounded tho lynx and when ho was within twenty yards of it. One of his legs was broken. As soon as he fell tho lynx sprang upon him and tore off part of his scalp. He killed it with his knife but could not get out of the hole in the rock on account of his broken leg. Nor could he reach his gnu to tire it off and let me know. There he must have remained anil died alone if I had not chanced to come. I lifted him out of the crack but his fingers snapped off—they were frozen." A Skipper's Heroic Wife. Captain John Kelsey and nine sea" men of the big New Haven schooner W. Wallace Ward owe their lives to the inspiring bravery of the skipper's wife. For five weary days and nights the men had battled with waves that almost wrecked their vessel. Worn out with loss of sleep aud food, the pumps choked, the cargo listed aud the riggiug torn, the moa were in de spair. "Cap, vr o give it up," said the sturdiest of the lot when his ex hausted companions had abandoned the pumps aud were climbing into tho rigging. "It's 110 use; we're done for." The captain, weak from anxiety aud equally discouraged, shook his head aud begged the meu to work a little longer. They refused and lashed themselves to the rigging. Then Mrs. Kelsey rushed out of the battered cabin. Waving a hand to the men, she cried: "For God's sakestick to the pumps! Help will surely come. I know you're not cowards. Come on, nowl" She went to work herself, aud her courageous example gave the men new life. They sprang to the pumps aud worked with superhuman energy, but oven this was unavailing, and the Ward was settling when the Nor wegian steamer Themis hove in sight. Captain Anderson saw the distress signals flying on tho Ward aud ordered a lifeboat out. It was stove in at once. Then he called for volun teers aud had another boat launched. Five of tho best men lie had clambered aboard. For two hours they strove to reach the schooner and take off Mrs. Kelsey and the others. When they finally made fast to the schooner the cap tain's brave wife lay limp in the cabin, her strength gone. She wus lifted aboard aud the perilous trip back undertaken. After hours of labor all were rescued and cared for ou tho steamer. Heroic Uuml to Hand Conflict. Expeditions from India still go up through the Khyber pass and the other passes along the Indian frontier, ostensibly to puuish rebellious chiefs, aud actually to keap tho boundary liue between Russian dominion aud English dominion from edging over auy nearer to India than it is now. Ot such a nature was the famous bitter tight with the Kanjut tribes of tho Kashmir iu 1801, when a small expe dition sent to Huuza found itself con fronting a narrow gorge with precipi tous sides through which tho road to Huuza rau. Tho sides of the gorge were as steep as stoue walls and everywhere at points the face of the rock were little nests of natives, pro tected by some breast works. The Englishmen went patiently to work to take the Nilt fortress, which was on a flat rock half way up the side of one of the cliffs. Pushing breast works before tlieni, they got so near to the fort that Captain F. J. Amyler was able to make a wild dash at the rear gato and blow it up with slabs of guncotton before the natives could collect themselves sufficiently to take good aim at him. Ho was wounded by a shot fired so close to him that it burned his uniform. Tho British worked from the fort to tho top of tho ridge surmounting it. From that point, they kept up a sharpshooters' tire 011 the breastworks one the other pido of the ravine, -400 yards away. The Kanjuts were not able to look over the edged of their breastworks or to roll rocks down from them while tho sharpshooters kept up their tire. Thus protected, a column of fifty picked climbers worked their way up tho face of the cliffs and drove the tribesmen out of their roost in hand to hand conflicts. This exhibition of nerve, muscle and skill completely terrified the Kanjuts, aud they tied before the British from the whole Kanjut Valley. A Shark Adventure. A fisherman, Charles Cox, accom panied by one of his sons, aged eight, went to Governor's reef to fish for squid, and anchored in twelve t'eet of water. They were half a mile from tho shore, when suddenly the squid darted away, aud > huge shark, fully twenty feet loug, came to the surface aud rushed at the keel of the boat. It seized it iu its jaws aud shook the boat with such force as to send one of the gunwales under water. A moment later the teeth of the monster were crunching into the bottom boards of the boat. Tho thou stood off and charged from astern. It missed its mark and shot its head some two feet over the bows of tho boat. Cox then heaved the anchor and cleared away, reaching the shore without fur ther trouble. Au examination of the boat showed that the shark's jaws were two feet long, with an opeuing capacity of fully eighteen inches. A portion of ono of the teeth had broken off* iu oue of the boards, and when drawn out measured two inches.— Perth (Australia) Chronicle. Sheep in Massachusetts represent only one per cent, of all domestic ani mals in the State. FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. SOME GOOD STORIES FOR OUR JUNIOR READERS. The I.lfe n r Tennyson, a. Told by ller •elf—Mind Your Manner,—Stone or UrHlitude—Pretty Legend or tbo Te paz au<l the Emperor's hnake. Sore Points, The pencil heaved a weary sigh, And murmured to the pen, "I haven't felt so out of sorts Since—oh, I don't know when! "The penknife treats me very ill. It cuts me in the street, And really is extremely sharp Whene'er we chance to meet. "And when I broke the other day Beneath its bitter stroke, It said 'it didn't see the point,' Neither did I the joke! "With many troubles I'm depressed, My heart just feels like lead." The pen mopped up an Inky tear — "I weep for you," it said. —Cassell's Little Folks. The Life of Tcnnjon. [As told by herself.] I am going to tell you my history, but before I go any further I will tell you that I air. a cat, for you might not know it if I did not tell you. Before I opened my eyes I heard some one say, "We will have to drown these kittens; > r e cannot keep so many." That made my blood run cold. I knew but little I about the water, and I had a perfect horror of it. but still I hoped the people would change their minds. One day a girl came down and said that her sister had said if they would not drown us she would take all six of us. That made me feel a little better, so I slept as soundly as a healthy kitten could sleep. And one day I opened my eyes and saw what was to be my home. One day the people moved away and took us with them. I was afraid the little girl that wanted us would not come, and we would be drowned. But one day she came and got me, but did not take any of my brothers and sisters. I heard one of the people say they want ed the rest of the kittens. So I had to go alone. I thought I would be lone some, but when we got to my new home there were two or three other cats. The little girl's mamma came out to see me, and they tried to think of a name that would suit me, but they could not, so when my mistress' big sister came home she said to name me Lord Alfred Tennyson, but her other sister wanted my name to be Dwight Moody. But every one but her calls me Tennyson. Sometimes my mistress has company, but among all her friends I like the one she calls Bettie ! the best. I like her almost as well as I Ido my own mistress. 1 have a very pleasant home. I have three children now. They are not as big as I am, though. So this is my history as far as I can remember. Mind Vonr Manner*. A very successful business man was telling me of the number of young peo ple he had met with in his career, and he said that the successful man or boy had always something attractive in his manner. "It might be a kindly disposi tion, or the result of good breeding, but if a boy was to succeed in the pres ent day he had to be thoughtful of the feelings of others, and very tactful in his bearing. Nothing." he said, "would more certainly ruin a lad's career than the critical disposition. If a boy came into the office and began to criticise everything he saw, and was cold with the clients, he was destined to failure from the beginning." I had often no ticed this myself, but was very much impressed with the decided opinions of this man with a very large knowledge of the world of business. We might say of success in life what Demos thenes said of oratory when he was asked what was the secret of success ful oratory: "First, action; second, action; third, action." So, first, man ner; second, manner; third, manner. A friendly, courteous manner attracts people. They want to be made to feel comfortable—"at home," as it is called —even in a store or an office. There is a store in the neighborhood of my home that 1 avoid as much as I can, for no other reason than that the clerk makes me feel mean and uncomfortable every time I go in. The goods are all right; the prices are reasonable, and the location is convenient. But I find that I am not the only person who has been made to feci mean and uncom fortable in that store, and so I can say with truth the owner of that place of business loses many dollars a year from the bad manners of his clerk.— Young Peoplo's Weekly. r.irlH Not Llkd In Korcn. When a girl is born in Korea she is not even dignified by a name. Several names are written on slips of paper and placed in an urn before some fa vorite deity, and when it is necessary her godfather selects one without see ing it, and she is known by it until she reaches womanhood among the members of her own family. Stran gers designate her as the wife, mother sister or daughter of such or such a man. This is not merely the result of custom. The laws are strict in this matter, and hold a woman of little more consequence than a domestic anl mla. In the higher classes of society I the girls are separated from the boy 3 of the family at the age of 7 years. They occupy the apartments of women and are forbidden to communicate with anyone outside. Sl one of Gratitude. The topaz Is called the stone of grat itude, and the old Roman books record the following legend from which the stone derives this attribute: The blind emperor Theodoe.us used to hang a brazon gong before his palace gates, and sit beside it 011 certain days, hear ing and putting to right the grievances of any of his subjects. Those who wished for his advice and help had but to sound the gong, and immediately ad mission into the presence of Caesar was obtained. One day a great snake crept up to the gate and struck the brazen gong with her coils, and Theo dosius gave orders that no one should molest the creature, and bade her tell him her wish. The snake bent her crest slowly in homage and straightway told the following tale: Her nest was at! the base of the gateway tower, and while she had gone to find food for her young brood a strange beast, covered with sharp needles, had invaded her home, killed her nestlings, and now! held possession of the little dwelling. Would Caesar grant her justice? The emperor gave orders for the porcupine to be slain and the mother to be re stored to her desolate nest. Night fell, and the sleeping world had forgotten the emperor's kindly deed, but with the early dawn a great serpent glided into the palace, up the steps into the royal chamber, and laid upon each of the emperor's closed eyelids a gleaming topaz. When Emperor Theodosius awoke he found he was no longer blind, for the mother snake had paid her debt of gratitude. A Faithful Dog. Last winter a party or prospectors were camped on the Valdes, one of Alaska's great glaciers. Day after day they had worked their way forward, death disputing every foot with them, until it was decided that the main par ty should remain in camp, and two of their number, accompanied only by a dog, should endeavor to find a % trail which would lead them from the gla cier. For days the two men wandered, until nature succumbed and they lay down, weary and exhausted. Their faithful companion clung to them, and the warmth of his body was grateful, as they crouched low, with the bitter ice-laden wind howling about them, 'iheir scanty slock of provisions was well-nigh exhausted, when one of them suggested sending the dog back to camp. This was a forlorn hope, but their only one. Quickly writing a few words on a leaf torn from a book, they made it fast around the dog's neck and encouraged him to start back on the trail. The sagacious animal did not appear to understand, but after repeated efforts they persuaded him tc start, and he was soon swallowed up in the snow, the mist and the storm. Two days and nights passed, during which the men suffered untold ago nies. On the evening of the third day. when all hope had gone and they were becoming resigned to their fate, out ol the blinding and drifting snow bound ed the faithful dog, and close behind him came ready hands to minister to their wants. Hud Bird Friend*. There are many Instances in whicb an author made a pet of a bird. In Mrs. Gordon's biography of her father there is a story told of how he found a hapless sparrow one day on the door step, scarcely fledged and quite unable to care for itself. He carried it into his room and cared for It, and from that day it became his protege. It became perfectly domesticated, leading a life of peace and prosperity with its kind patron for nearly eleven years. That gifted and lovable woman,' Mrs. Som erville, kept herself surrounded by birds, and her fondness for them was so great that even when engaged on the most abstruse problems, she thought she could work better and witfc a mind more at ease if she had one ol her favorites for a companion. In her letters she writes of her "dear old par rot, Lory, who is still alive and merry," and later speaks about the tamed spar row that always sat on her arm when she wrote. She tells of the nightin gales and other birds that she had rescued from dogs, and of her favorite long-tailed paroquet, Esmeralda, which lived with her many years. Loved All Atilmnlii. Charles Kingsley seems to have loved every living creature around him. and lie taught his children to re rpect even the most loathsome Insects. Mrs. Kingsley tells how a family of runaway toads made their home in a hole on the green bank at Eversley, and the scythe was never allowed tc approach their retreat. Ho had two little friends in a pair of sand-wasps, . which lived in a crack of the window In his drawing room, one o£ which he had saved from drowning in a basin of water, and every spring he would look out eargerly for them or their young, which came out of, or returned to, the same crack. He petted the white sta ble cat and the black house eat, and sat up with a sick dog during the last two nights of its suffering life. Wher ever he went he was followed about tile parish by his faithful little Dandy Dinmont, whose intelligent face was always to be seen at the lectures and school lessons, and was known to every cottager in the place, being al most as much esteemed by them as the Kingsley children, whose attached friend he was for ten years. 'How can you object to my fiance? He is chivalry, itself. The first time he met me he toid me I was the most beautiful and most interesting girl In New York. "And you would trust your life to a man who lies to you as shamelessly as that at the very beginning of your acquaintance!"— New York World. Retrospection generally shows us that we took a good deal of trouble to go around obstacles that we could easily have pushed aside.