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PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT BT. FRANGISVILLE, LOUISIANA 'Postmaster-General Wilson said in ialast annual report that rural free delivery is as yet an experiment, the iesults being incomplete and its suo* @esB not assured. ~ With reference to Rudyard Kipling WV. D. Howells says: "His is the lustiest voice now lifted in the world --the clearest, the bravest, with the fewest false notes in it." %'With pride in her every look, a fossil (Oregon) woman who had shot a coyote which her" husband had missed, after discovering it trying to steal his turkeys, carried the scalp to the newspaper office and applied it on her husband's subscription. ' A New Orleans belle, having tired of scalps, is gathering whiskers of ad mirers who are induced to shave clean to please her. She has all colors, shades, lengths and degrees, from grave to gray, from gay to dobonnair '--and scraggly snow-covered whiskers of ancient beaus, the lion-tawny Van. dykes of middle-aged men, the curling mustaches of early manhood, and the downy fuzz of devoted or callow youth --all jumbled together heartlessly and remorselessly into a strange, soft, multichromatio medley upon which mademoiselle reclines her pretty head with a languorous faith in the effectiveness of her patent method for dreaming dreams of her faithful and hairless band of gallants. A prominent religious journal in A pgland, the British Weekly, has been making an extended inquiry into church attendance in the principal cities of Great Britain, with results which do not confirm the prophecies of the decadence of the religious world. Reports were gathered from a large number of points in England, S3cotland, Wales and Ireland, which, while somewhat vague, as from the nature of the subject they must be, yet show pretty clearly that in England there is no decided difference; in Scotland, a decline; in Wales and Ire land a probable increase, but not very great. Upon the whole, the church going of the present decade seems to compare favorably with that of former decades, and to keep pace with the growing population. SHarper's Weekly says: One of the reeent suggestions of scientific writers is that physically the Americans are slowly developing likenesses to the Indians, The tendency of xeversion to the type indigenous to the soil is matter of discussion among the learned, and American anthropologists have been slow to concede that we are growing like the red men. Parisian savants, however, taking unprejudiced views, are more favorable to the theory, and assume to have found anthropological statistics that support it. It is matter of common observa tion that American deseondants of inatives of other continents who come here are modified physically as well as intellectually by their environment, but the changes from various inter marriages and from differences of food and manner of life are so rapid, com pared with the gradual changes that come from soil and climate, that these 4atter are apt to be overlooked. Our submarine torpedo boat, which is one of the scientific miracles of the present day, is a monument to the prophetic pen of Jules Vexne, the cele brated novelist, maintains the Atlanta Constitution. Although it is not to Mr. Verne that the credit of the tor pedo boat is given, it was neverthe Jess in the mind of the brilliant Frenahmen that the idea was first con 4ed. Withthe discerning eye of a prophet 1A Verno clearly foresaw that nsuch a boat would be forthcoming in the near future, and he made it the featureo of his marvelous story enti tled "Twenty Thonusanl Leagues Under the Sea." In the mcchanisn of Cartain Nemo's submarine vessel, as portrayed by the French writer, the present torpedo boat was not only foreshadowed in its general features but in several of its minor details. While the creation of Mr. Verne was purely the conception of a novelist, it had the effect of stimulatin:g scientifico investigation to a remarkable extent. On both sides of the Atlantic the vol. urme created a profound sensation, and more than one scientifico thinker applied himself to the task of making the'author's dream a reality. After years of patient toil these re searches have borne tangible fruit'in the submarine boat which is now en 'gaged in protecting our Americesa co s t TEMPTATION. Bin is a gaudy insect on the wing- A bright dream held to thrill a sense acute And in the bloom we do not feel the sting Revealed at lost in bitter, withered fruit. 'Tis nobler to withstand the sudden blast, Then let it blow thee wheresoe'er it will; And strength is added unto what thou hast In toiling up, not sliding down, the hill --It. N. Saunders,in the Nation's Magazine. DARKIE'S CRIMIE, surgery, sir, and says she must see you at once." I looked up from my paper at the speaker - M a r y, the housemaid. with a weary sigh. The life of a dec-' tor is not, to use a *r time-worn, and perhaps vulgar, Ill 9p aDhorism, " all beer and skitles," and certainly mine on that day had not been. Sickness was very preva lent in Colbourne, and the ills of 4000 inhabitants were in the hands of two doctors. Besides, there had been an outbreak of small-pox among the navvies engaged in cutting a new rail way to join the Colbourne terminus, and of late we had had our hands full. "Did the person send in her name?" I enquired. 'No, sir ; she said I was to look sharp and ask you to come at once-she re peated 'at once,' sir; and, oh, there was an awful look in her eyes." I rose and went to the surgery, and there found a young woman. She did not reply to my greeting, but at once plunged into the object of her misgion. Her husband, Bill Crossland, had met with an accident on a cutting of the new railway, and had been brought home on a stretcher in a "bad way." "I will be with your husband in a few mimutes," I replied, seeing that the nat re of the case demanded my instant attention. The woman left me, and procuring what I thought neccessary, I hurried to the squalid 3 ard in which Bill Cross land lived. Colbourne, like many other small towns, had slums almost as bad as some of those which we are told exist in the East End of Lon don, where fevers and other pesti lences thrive like weeds in an ill kept garden. The houses in this yard were rickety, and some of them filthy and abominable. I found the injured man lying on a sofa, which had been improvised into a bed. An old woman was attending to his wants, and by the fireplaceo an elderly man-a navvy, stood. As I approached the bed, he left the house. My patient was a strong, lusty-looking fellow, with an almost black complex ion, crisp black hair and mustache. I speedily examined hisinjuries, and found them of a serious nature. His ribs had been severely crushed, and a portion of one had penetrated a lung. But be bore up with wonderful cour age, and scarcely emitted a groan when I handled him. Having done everything possible for his comfort. I prepared to leave the house, at the same time beckoning to his wife to follow me, with the idea of warning her of the danger her husband was in. The injured man noticed the motion, and called me. "Doctor," he said faintly, "therh's one thing I want to know. Now tell me--am I done for?" The question was so pointedly put that it quiet upset my equilibrium, I began to hesitate in my evasive an. swer to him, but he quickly stopped me. "Look here, doctor," he said, in a most determined tone, "I'm a-going to hear the truth from you afore you go. I'll have it out o' you, or 1'11 limb it out, I will!" and his black eyes gleamed like burning coals. Again I remonstrated with him, but he would not heed me, and at last his Wife interfered. "You can tell Bill anythin', sir," she said. "Let him know if he's got to pass in his checks, and maybe he'll prepare for it. It's none too good a life he's lived," and she jerked her thumb over her shoulder at the recum bent figure. "Well, then," I replied, "I may as welli be frank. The fact is, I enter tain very little hope of your husband's recovery." "Yo hcar that, Bill? Doctor says yer to pass in yer checks, so just yer git reddy and do it !" I was amazed at her cold-blooded tone. "I know'd it, lass! I know'd it l" Bill replied. "Doctor I" I turned to the bed. "Sit down. Martha, bring the doctor a chair," and the old wo man placed one close to the bed for me. When I had seated myself--for I thought it best to humor him-he looked round the room and said: "Now, I'm a-goin' to make a con. fession. Don't any of yer git inter ruptin', 'cause I can't speak so well." He paused, and then went on: "Breath seems terrible short!' Then, turning his head to me, he Le marked: "Yer remember that 'ere accident to Jem Barker nigh on a twelvemonth sin' ?" ' I nodded, for I recollected it per fectly. Oue of the drivers in the tun nel just outside the, town had slipped and falleh on a rail in the dark. A load of earth had passed over his body, breaking his back, and death had re sulted almost instantly. He was found shortly afterward, and the cIoroner 's jury returned a verdict of "accidental death." "Well," the injured man pursued, "that 'ere accident wor no accident! it wor summat else. I had better tell ye that Jem Barker and I wor mates; he wor called 'Guzzler,' 'Gnnue he could swaller so much drink-like soap suds down a sough, as the sayin' is. I wor called 'Darkie,' 'cause-well, ye can see why if ye look at my physog. 1 could do a fairish drop 'o liquor at times, but the wust of it wor that we" both wor fond o' the same gell, that's Liz o'er yonder ;" and he nodded in the direction ofhis wife, who was seated on a box which stood beneath a window. Her eyes were fixed on the speaker. "Liz !" he suddenly exclaimed and with somewhat more energy than he had displayed in his narrative, for his breath had failed him several times, "Liz, Liz! don't look at me like that i! I canna bear it! I canna l" and he broke off into a long groan. His wife dropped her eyes, but still sat like a statue, with her hands clasped in her lap. The injured man struggled for breath, and then went on: "I know'd Liz wor fond o' Jem, 'cause he wor fair and handsome, but I loved her the bestest. Ay, though we be navvies, doctor, we can love only some people thinks as how we just pair off' like ! But they're wrong. Well, to be geottin' on wi' my story. Liz 'ere had no eyes for me when Jem wor about, and I got jealous. All the old friendship 'tween me and Jetn wor gone on my side, and I began to hate 'im. The crisis came one night when I meets Liz a-comin' from the tunnel, which wor then bein' bored. I wor on day duty, and Jem wor workin' at nights, 'cause then we worked day and night in shifts. She had ta'en him down some supper, and I could see how things wor goin'. So I up and tells her of me love, and axes her to marry me, Liz treated me bet ter 'an I thowt she would have; she just says, 'Bill, 1 don't dislike ye, but I like Jem better, and I've promised 'im.' I wor furious thee'st remember it, I dessay, Liz but she jurit turns on 'er heel and walks off, sayin' as when the drink wor in the wit wor out! I had had drink, thee know'st. I went down to the tunnel and meets Jem a-comin' out wi' a truck o' muck-we call earth muck, thee know'st. I didna let him see that I wor angry, so I just jokes wi' him like. As I wor goin' through the tun nel a thowt struck me; if I wor just to come up behind Jem, and gi'e 'im a push in front of the truck, it would perhaps lame 'im, and then perhaps Liz would na be bothered wi' a lame chap. I left the tunnel and went ome, but I didna sleep that 'ere night. Next day I took Jem's place driving, and 'twere then I worked out my plans. Thee know'st there be timbers, called side trees, on each side to sup port the roof o' the tunnel 'til the brickies take the work in hand, and I thowt as how, if I wor to hide in one of them just in the darkest place, and when Jem comes on just put out my 'and and gie him a push, it would do all I wanted, I shanna forget that 'ere day! The idea growed on me, and when I left work, I made up my mind to do it. So I walks down about 9 o'clock the same night, and just as I reached the open cutting, I heerd Jem wish Liz good night. I wor fair mad wi' jealousy. I had murder in my 'art. Keepin' out o' sight o' Liz, I' creeps down just in time to see Jem take the horses back into the tunnel to bring a load o' muck up. . creeps down in the darkest part, and past the shed where Bob Dalton wor pump in' air into the tunnel, wi'out bein' seen. I know'd every inch o' the place, and I 'ad made up my mind wheer to hide. I soon sound it, 'cause I 'ad put a big stone theer. Besides, I 'ad picked out a spot which wor always wet, 'cause of a spring which we had tapped above, which wor always run nin'. Then it strikes me as how, if I wor to put the stone in Jem's path, he might stumble o'er it; so I puts it theer. I 'adna long to wait afore em comes down the tunnel, which wor a bit on the incline. "My 'art begiha to thump until I wor afraid Jem might 'ear it, but just then he comes up to wheer I had put the stone. He stumbled o'er it, and the horse swerved a little, but he nearly recovered hisself, and so Iputs out my hand and gently pushes 'im. HIe falls down on the line, and the truck goes o'er 'im, 'cause I heerd 'im groan. I slipped behind the truck, and out again into the cutting wi'out bein' seed, and bunked otT back to the town. I wor scared! Next mornin'I heerd as how Jem 'ad met wi' a acci dent, and that he had stumbled o'er a stone, supposed to have tumblled from a truck afore his, and the truck 'ad broke his back. 1 wor a bit sorry at fust, and then I begins to be afraid they might trace it to me. But Isaid newt to nobody, and the inquest said as how 'twere a accident, and I didna trouble myself. Then Liz and I wor spliced, and though we havena pulled together both the same way, yet I would 's done anythin' for her! Thee know'st it, dosatna, Liz?" The woman looked up. Her face was pale in the extreme; her black eyes blazed, and her fingers twitched. She rose and approached the bedside. "Murderer !"she hissed between her clenched teeth. "Liz ! Liz !" the man's voice broke in imploring sobs. "Forgive me! Forgive me! Doctor," and he turned with apiteous look to me, "ax her to forgive me." The won an, was standing with her hands clenched, and her ,eyes gleam ing-a statue of Fury. - I then no ticed, for the first time, that she was a remarkably handsome woman, though rather coarse. I went round the bed to her. "Mrs. Crossland," I said quietly, "your husband may not live through out the night, Do not let him go from this world to the next, whatever it may have in store for him, without your forgiveness. Don't you remem ber the old prayer, 'Father, forgive as ')ur trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us' ?" The fury gradually died out of the wnoman's face, her hands unclenohed and tears welled into her eyes. Her bosom heaved as if suppressed sobs were almost bursting it; then, as though the effort were too much, she dropped on her knees beside the bed and sobbed aloud. Crossland was fast sinking; his breath came in difficult gasps, and his dark visage grew almost ashy pale. "Liz ! Liz!" he murmured faintly, "do you forgive me?" Still the woman sobbed on. Her grief was poignant-was it for the sin fulness of her husband or for the mem ory of her past love? 1 asked myself. At last the paroxysm of tears spent it self and the woman became calmer, though she still knelt with her face hidden in her hands, 'I bent over her and whispered: "Mrs. Crossland, one word to make him happy. He's dying! Remember the. prayer, 'Forgive us our tres passes-'" She raised her head. There was a new light shining on the tear-stained face.. "Yes," she returned, "we should forgive. Year ago, when I went to a Sunday-school, I was told that! But 'tis hard, air-so hard--'cause I lcved Jem so, and 'im I didna care-" "Hush !" I raised a warning finger. "His life is ebbing away. Come, Mrs. Crossland." "Liz I" The name came very faintly. Cross land's hand strayed over the coverlet, and I took hers and placed it within his. She rose, and bending over the murderer pressed a long kiss upon his forehead. He opened his eyes and met hers, and there he read his for giveness. A smile of peoe and con tentment illuminated his features; he slowly closed his eyes and sighed, and on that sigh the stained soul of Darkie Crossland floated over the border to thaF land from which no traveler re. turns. -Household Words. A Washington Story. It is one of the stock Washington stories, but it is many moons since it has been in print. It is "vouched for" as a perfectly true episode in the career of Mr. Stratford Canning, Min ister to our country in the '20s. He was the' famous Prime Minister Can ning's cousin, and afterwards won the title of Viscount Stratford do rled clyffe. On a raging, pouring January night the British Minister was about stepping into his carriage for a state dinner at the White House when the axletree snapped like a match. There was no time to lose, and away trotted the e'oachman with the horses to the nearest livery stable with orders to return at once with any kind of a ve hicle. The stableman had sent out everything he had on wheels-car riages being in demand that night except his hearse. It did not take long for the coachman to make up his mind, so the horses were clapped to the hearse, and in five minutes it dashed up to the Minister's door. There he stood, watch in hand, wait ing in agony for the vehicle, and when the hearse rattled up, in he stepped, with 1 sigh of relief, and lying down flat on his back was bowled along at a slashing gait to the White House. When the hearse rolled up to the 'loor, naturally it. made a sensation, which was increased when a live man crawled out of'it. the climax came when the dinner was over, when the departing gueste were assembled in the White House lobby. The car riages were called in a stentorian voice. "The Secretary of State's car riage! The Secretary~of War's car riage! The Attorney-General's car riage! The British Minister's hearse !" And up rumbled the hearse, and in climbed the Minister, and off fared the equipage, the Minister lying on his back with British calmness.--Il lustrated Americman. Horrible Exhibition of' T'u raish Brutality From "A Bystander's Notes of a Massacre," by Yvan Troshine, in Scrib ner's, we quote as follows: "One horrible occurrence took place while I was crossing the bridge about half past twelve on Thursday. An old gentleman, an Armenian, stood at the ticket office of the steam boat company, buying his ticket to go to the upper Bosphorus. A police man came up and rather roughly searched his person. -he old gentle man naturally remonstrated with some warmth. The policeman instantly knocked him down. The poor old man picked himself up, and the po liceman knocked him down again. Upon this a Turkish army offioer came out of a cffee shop, and rebuked the policeman for his brutality to an old man. To justify himself the police man declared that the old man had cartridges in his pocket. Then some one yelled ,"Kill the Giaour !"' In a moment a crowd of ruffians sprang forward from, no one knows what lurking places and in less time than it takes to teil it they had beatedn o'nt the old man's brains on the planks in front of the steamer wharf. Two small Armenian boys stood by, paralyzed with terror at this sudden exhib:tion of passions of which they had no idea. One of the bludgeon men noticed .them and shouted out, 'These also are Armenians!' In a mo ment more the crying, pleading boys had been beaten to death before the eyes of the officers and of the horror stricken passengers who were waiting for the steamer. But neither officers, nor police, nor passengers, had aught to say to the murderers." A Babbit Pest. The rabbit, introduced into Aus tralia, has now overrun that continent to such an extent as to demand speoial legislation for its suppression. Some 2000 men are employed in New South Wales alone in the destruction of tlis rodent. Since 1870 Victoria has voted conisiderably over $500,000 for the de atruction of the rabbit. A revival is noted in the phosphatt industry at Fort Ogden, Fl . VANILLA BEAN. SOMETHING ABOUT THE MOST VALUABLE FRUIT GROWN. flow .lt is Cultivated in Mexlco- Rapid Growth of the Pods Curipg, Drying and Send ing to :Market. VT ANILLA as a flavoring for ice creams and other delicacies, from once being considered a luxury, has now come to be so generally used that it is considered a necessity, and it would be very hard to find a substitute for it. Commer cial extract of vanilla is obtained from the vanilla bean, which is a native of Mexico, and is probaoly the most val unable fruit grown, the best quality of Mexican beans often being worth nearly their weight in silver. The vanilla plant is a climbing vine, with a stem about as thick as an ordi nary lead pencil, co.vered with dark green, spear shaped leaves. These vines throw out. small aerial roots which attach themselves to the bark of a neighboring tree and, appear to obtain some nourishment from the sap of the tree. In ther :wild state the vines entirely cover the branches of a tree, and running from it into adjoin ing trees, form festoons and arbors so thick as to exclude the rays of the sun and make progress through the forest almost impossible. For a great many years no attempt whatever was made to cultivate the plants, but as the supply decreased from year to year and the demand increased some steps had to be taken to procure a more adequate supply. The vanilla vines blossom profusely during March and April. The flower is yellow and has a very agreeable sweet smell. By far the greater num ber of blossoms wither and fall off, and the ones producing beans are a very small percentage of the total number. The beans grow very rapidly for the first two months, and by the first of July have attained their full size, and from that time on grow but little, if any. The beans, or. pods, are from six to twelve inches long, and about half inch in diameter, and when ripe are about the color of a banana, and have very much the same appear ance, except that they are a little less in diameter and somewhat longer. Each vine yields about 100 beans, and some vines have a single branch that Lear twelve or fifteen pods.. From the first of July, when the bean is a dark-green color, it grows but little in size, turning gradually a yellow color, until the last of I)ecem ber or first of January, when it is fully ripe and ready for gathering. The pods are filled with minute black seeds and a small quantity of pulp, and when prepared for market become re duced to about one-fourth their origi nal thickness, are black in color, and emit a very sweet, agreeable perfume. Although the beans do not become thoroughly ripened until the first of January, there is such a demand for them that the growers begin to gather the crop in November. Beans gathered before they are ripe cannot be as readily cured, and the growers do not get so much for them. They are obh liged to begin picking them before they are ripe, however, as it they do not some one else would save the owners the trouble of gathering them, and they would thus be deprived of the results of much hard labor and care, One of the greatest expenses the growers are put to is in properly guarding their plantations, that their crop, in whole or in part, may not be stolen by the natives. It is impossilfle to make these people understand that the beans are not growing Wild, and the property of any one who is willing to gather them. The curing of the beans is a slow, tedious process, and one requiring a great amount of care and attention. For the most part the growers do not cure their own beans, but sell them in miscellaneous lots to enrers, who em ploy experts for that purpose. The total time consumed by the curing process is about file months. The beans as soon as gathered are spread out in the sun on black blankets, and allowed to remain until they are quite hot to the touch. They are then gathered up and placed in a sweating box, which is simply a wooden box large enough to hold all the beans. This box is well warmed in the sun, and its whole interior is then lined with blankets that have been out in the san. After the heans are in the box the ends of the blankets are folded over them, and other warmed blankets are placed over and around the bo;. The whole is then allowed to remain for thirty-six hours, by which time the ripest of the vanilla will begin to turn black, and the box will have lost most of its heat. The beans now have to be spread out in the sun again, after which they are agaiu snoated, and this process continued four or five times, until the beans are the 'proper color. As the ripe beans turn black the quiekest, after each sweating the wh:ole lot has to be gone over, and the ones which tire black enough picked out and placed by themselves. Great care must be exercised in this process, as, if they are very little oversweated, it is sufficient to reduce the weight about one ponund per thousand beans, which would be a great loss, and, as the bean loses part of its color when overdried, there is a further loss of about $1 per pound on account of poor color. As soon as the beans have been suffi ciently sweated and are of the proper color they are spread-out on drying racks, being carefully gone over from day to day, and any that show signs of moisture or mold are taken ontand put in the sun .until the . mold dis appears, when they are again placed on the racks.e Whi dryness, which the aop perience can judge very, the febling of the bean h from the racks and ef into bunches of fifty, all one bunch being of theca The bunches are then and placed in tin boxes,, eA ing forty bunches. It isa ter to tie the vanilla, batn every one who knows hoWe that the bunches presenta pearance and keep their ships frequent handlings, to bunches must necessarily bed Al4 the pods of irregulars in the center of the buah the outside they will soil it ance. The bunches must bi some thickness all the waydo' tops rounde]d, and outside The vanilla bunches must fit the tin boxes, as if they a the box and rub against eaic they will be damaged. After the vanilla is all in boxes it is carefully weighe; in wooden' boxes, made of je' cedar, four or five tins in according to the size. Th are then covered with a fibe made by the Mexicans, and are ready for shipment. Two eases are strapped on the mule or burro, which are thm for the coast in strings of Ai animals; thence the vanilla to Europe or the United steamer, reaching itsdestinai the middle of June or first o The price the beans bring entirely on their length and varies from $8 to $15 perponu bunch of fifty beans weiglii pound to a pound andahelf, containing forty bunche therefore in the neighborhood -Chicago Record. Strangely Warnedi The following remarkable rence, an absolute fact, is re a lady visiting friends in it was told by her cousin ini Northwestern India. It took~ the house of the sister of the' Of its absolute accuracy th no question. The two sisal are connected with famiilieso and with officers of the Brit in India. The Hartford Tis the story as the lady here-res1 She is a devout member of the pal Church and is incapable representing in the slightest lar. Her cousin, in whose houase currence took place, was e lighted table engaged in' when, thinking it about timete and happening to lift her ei her book, she was astonishedI seated in a chair beside her,i tween herself and the doorer, bathroom, a man, a stranger who calmly regarded her. 1t4 great a surprise for her top' demand who was thus int bidden upon her privy i was wanted. She remained?if ment in silent astonishment.::i Then it gradually dawnad i her that the figure was pro that of a person of real fl blood, but a visitor from theii world of life, She reme iig once, as a child, een' figure, under ciroumtan seemed to preclude the id was any person still in the"4 in later years, in revolving, cumstances, she had remem the apparation had after ali fided away iuto invisibility< ing that this new visitorls a person of flesh and bloiodI silently gazing at the silesti while the intruder, whoevir ever he was, sat also in ailenie regarding her. Just hotwl state of things lasted the 1i.ai accurately know, but it was not very long when:the stranger began to vanish Rti nor and thinner personsa:l until in a moment or two he ished quite away. It was the lady's hour fo1 ing bath, but she thought first let out her two pet: their continement in anothi They came barking furiously. ning directly toward theib There, through the openo lady was horrified to see on monstrous cobra-the snak bite is certain and speed Springing forwar, to save/ she quickly shut the door/b instantaneously as to prevent ing the reptile turning tad down through a hole in' where the drain pipes of h washbowl weni, a hole which carelessly left larger than sary. ,Lf she had gone directly ld room as she would have done thie intervention of her vieitant, her life would and have been sacrificed in the a4L, Eleplhantjne Nurses t The women of Siam children to the care of elep and it is said the trust I1 trayed. The elephant, not eeptible to the charms of tering policeman nor these of its friends pnd relationf, quently able to devotel i tention to its charge. play about the huge.feet 9 phante, who are 'very car, hurt the little creatures. ger threatens the sagaoi curls the child gently trunk and swings it up O1t way upon its own ack.; Electric TowboaU: It is stated that electri0: are about to be placed _Q9o Spree, near Berlin, where tance of eight miles the barges cannot use saik. 0 large number of low .brd trolley system will be IuS'