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w Edmonds , LOCK Hfefc jhiTnor oi "The SiWer Blade?. “The 'Paternoster Ruby? Etc. <SGpyx>SG&r jsvz jg. c:2? c czu&(7& Co SYNOPSIS. Ralph Van Vechten, a young man of jleisure, 1b astonished to see a man enter No. 1313, a house across the street from the Powhatan club, long unoccupied and poken of as the House of Mystery. Sev eral persons at regular Intervals enter (No. 1313. Van Vechten expresses concern Jto his friend, Tom Phinney, regarding the (whereabouts of his cousin and fiancee, iPaige Carew. A man is forcibly ejected from the house. Van Vechten and Tom ifollow the man and find him dead in the •street. Van Vechten is attracted by the face of a girl in the crowd of onlookers surrounding the body. Detective Flint calls on Van Vechten to get his version of the tragedy. Tom Phinney goes alone •on a yachting trip. He recognizes among some persons In a passing motor boat two men whom he had seen enter the House of Mystery. He sees one of them, a Mr. Callis. on shore later and follows him. Tom is seized, blindfolded and taken to a house. A sweet-voiced girl later protests against the roughness of his captors. Van Vechten calls on his uncle. Theodore Van Vechten, big man in Wall street, and known as the “Man of Iron,” in search of information regarding the whereabouts of Paige Carew. Detective Flint shows Van Vechten a gold mesh purse found in the House of Mystery. Van recognizes it as belonging to Paige Carew. The sweet-voiced girl helps Tom Phinney escape. A message from Don don reports that two ladies resembling Miss Carew and her companion, Mrs. Devereaux, sailed for New York some time previously. It develops that the ladies visited the English home of Tem ple Bonner, owner of the House of Mys tery. It is recalled that Temple Bonner was In love with a daughter of Compton Schuyler who married Max Willard. The other daughter married a man named Devereaux. Bonner and Willard were In timate friends. A search is started for Willard. Van Vechten enters the House of Mystery by the back door in time to hear John Callis threaten a girl. He in terferes and helps the girl escape, but is rendered unconscious in the struggle with Callis. Tom Phinney gets a job as master of Brownlow’s yacht Kohinur. which has been chartered for some mvs terious mission. The charterer. Max Wil lard. and his friends board the yacht at night and Tom bears the voice of the un known girl. Van Vechten. recovering from injuries received in his fight with Callis, is visited by Jessie Willard in whom he recognizes the girl who was the cause of the He declares his love for her. She tells him that if Ids feelings >’ave not '‘hanged one from that day she will marry him. A coffin-shaped box is taken aboard the yacht at night. Delia tells Tom she reallv is Paige Carew and that she has been interested In him for vear through the glowing accounts of Van Vechten. BOOK 111. CHAPTER IX. A Disappearance. If Miss Carew had planned to over whelm Capt. Tom Phinney with amazement at her disclosure, she must have been eminently well pleased with the result; in point of fact, she made no effort to conceal her amusement; but in a moment a change came over him that at first startled and next dis mayed her, for something had hap pened that she had not foreseen and could not comprehend now. First of all it occurred to him, that it this was Paige Carew, then nothing whatever had happened to her, be cause there was no mistaking the fact that she was a free agent; there could he, therefore, no clash of inter ests, or else —if the alternative were true —she was allied with Max Willard and against her uncle and guardian, and against her cousin and —her be trothed! This was the flash of mem ory that now crushed him. But in any event, doubt of the regu larity of Willard’s enterprise was defi nitely removed, and the mystery be came fraught with a deeper and a weightier significance than he had dreamed of. It was not for him to meddle with. But, Ruddy—how narrowly Tom had escaped treachery to their friendship! It was an unspeakably bitter moment for him; but by degrees he assumed a certain dignity that was new to the girl, and it promptly dampened her merry humor. “Captain Phinney—Tom!” she ex claimed. "What is it? What have I done?” He smiled a bit wistfully. "You? Nothing. All that has hap pened is that I’ve made a natural born damned fool of myself—as I usually do where women are concerned.” She stared at him blankly, uncom prehendingly, “Honor bright,” she presently de clared, ”1 do not understand. 1 cannot see why you should be so affected.” He reached forward with a quick, impulsive motion and caught one of her wrists. ”1 suppose it means nothing to you that I have learned to love you. I suppose it means nothing to you that you are the fiancee of my best friend, and that I must give you up. I sup pose it meins nothing to you that 1 will keep right on loving you because I can’t help myself, but must put on a grin to hide it from him —from every body Coil' How ldo love you! I ENGLISH SLANG A RIDDLE Language of Cricket Game as Con fusyig as American Report of Baseball Game. Why so much slang should accom pany the report of a baseball game is a mystery of America that no Eng lishman has ever solved. Really, you know, it’s quite absurd; and a jolly bit confusing, old chap. Of course, baseball slang is confus ing to the stranger to the game, but an Englishman should never criticise our baseball slang, as Arnold Ben nett, W. L. George and many others have done. Crickett slang is just as confusing, just as foolish to stranger ears—and, no doubt, just as essential to the game. Ir, describing the recent Eton and Harrow match at Lord’s, a big event In the cricket season, the London Sphere uses a few phrases that sound like an American sporting page: "The bat must have come forward crooked and it is not surprising to see the leg stump turning- cartwheels. 'Thee best ball sent down in the have the satisfaction, anyhow, of knowing that you know it.” Her regard had remained steadfast ly locked with his throughout this im passioned tirade, nor did it waver now. Gently she told him: "You are hurting me, Tom.” In a swift revulsion of feeling, he dropped her hand. “Forgive me!” he begged. “I am be side myself. A fellow can’t get used to a thing like thiß all In a minute. But, believe me, Miss Carew, I’ll never bother you again. It’s all been like a fairy dream—from the second I first heard your voice as I stood blindfold ed before you; when you came to me where I lay helpless In the dark, and yet could not see your face; when you led me out into the night and left me, still blindfolded; when we came face to face here.—well, It seems that I have been blindfolded all along until this moment; but I don’t want to forget a single detail of my dream. Now, lam awake —” She surprised him with an abrupt, cry of impatience, emphasized with a stamp of one foot. Her eyes were snapping. "Tom Phinney! Stop that sort of talk. You make me tired!” “Pardon me.” He bowed politely. "I have nothing more to say.” “Well, I have.” All at once her voice broke. “You are the stupidest, most exasperating man I ever knew! And I—I —don’t know whether to laugh or —or cry!” And doing both, she darted suddenly from the room. Miss Carew had not been gone a minute before the stranger he had ac costed the previous day appeared in the doorway. “Can I have a word with you, cap tain?” said the man. Tom was impatient of any interrup tion just at this juncture. He favored the intruder with a scowl and bluntly asked him what he wanted. The man stepped Inside and closed the door. ”1 have learned,” eaid he, “that no one is allowed to go ashore; I don’t particularly mind about that; but I came away rather hurriedly, and I would like to send a message to my— my people. Would there be any objec tion to that?” The fellow’s manner was furtive and clandestine, and Tom was a bit puzzled. Before he could reply, the other drew a sealed envelope from his pocket and laid it on the table, and upon this he laid a ten-dollar bill. “Whoever takes that, letter ashore,” said the man, “and finds a trustworthy messenger who will deliver it right away, can split, the ten-spot with him; a flivver’s not picked up for an hour’s easy work every day, but it’s worth something tc keep one’s folks from worrying.” Sweeping aside the bill, Tom me chanically picked up the envelope and glanced at it. He did not start or betray by any sign that the address gave him a dis tinct shock of surprise; his suscepti bilities were become calloused to any fresh sensations of this nature; but nevertheless he was amazed to see that the name upon the envelope was none other than Mr. Phineas Flint’s. The street number —which Tom could not identify—was police headquarters. “My uncle,” explained the man, glibly. Very carefully Tom replaced the en velope and upon top of it the bill: then he leaned hack and fixed the man with a look. “See here,” he demanded with ab rupt authority, “just how do you come to be on this yacht, anyhow?” The man’s countenance expressed astonishment. “Hasn’t Mr. Willard told you?” he asked. "It makes no difference what Mr. Willard has told me —I’m asking you.” This abrupt manner left the man un ruffled. “Why, it was this way,” he said easily. "My uncle learned Thursday that Mr. Wfllard was in town, looking for a young man to take the place of somebody that had been hurt; I was wanting a job, and he put me wise to it. Mr. Willard was in something of a hurry, and it didn’t take us long to strike a bargain.” This explanation was illuminating. It required but a second’s reflection to array the w*ole thing clear in Tom’s mind and at the same time definitely fix the man’s status. Flint at last had struck Willard’s trail; the latter’s urgent need to find a man to take Callis’ place had in some manner come to the detective’s ears, and he had been quick to take ad match. It started well outside the off stump, swerved inward late in its flight, and fairly fizzled off the pitch in its new direction. “Amory got most of his runs by beating the hall to the boundary in front of square leg, and he was not a bit particular about the line on which the ball Was pitched. Several went from outside off stump, but this one pitched on his pads. Oates, behind the wicket, jumped to the leg side to save the possible bye. Eventually Amory tried one cow shot too many and (he middle stump went for a walk.” Cost of Longevity Rising. The rise in the price of sauerkraut is specially to be regretted because Professor Metchnikoff has been rec ommending it warmly as an antidote for old age. Now that garlic is being brought forward by Rumanian hygien ists as a rival remedy, that, too, may be expected to soar beyond the reach j of an ordinary purse. Luckily, the light diet so highly commended as a | recipe for longevity is within the ! reach of all.—Springfield Republican. ' : vantage of it. Flint knew in a gen eral way what Willard wanted, and had hastily picked a Central office man that would fill the requirements. Manifestly there had been no time to post him; he was expected to com municate with Flint as soon as the quarry was located —hence the letter. Tom was guided to a epeedy de cision by several considerations. To antagonize this man might mean the upsetting of Willard’s plans at the very moment of their fulfillment; to , retain his good will would leave a rep resentative of the adverse Interests on the premises, who could frustrate Wil lard if the latter’s schemes really were to interfere. It would be the detect ive’s role to wait and watch, and as John Callis’ substitute he would be given excellent opportunities to learn i what was going on. “Sit down,” said Tom presently. As the man obeyed, he stood up and, thrusting his hands into his jacket pockets, coolly surveyed the other. "It happens,” he went on, “that I know ‘your uncle’ pretty well myself.” The man gave him a quick, sharp glance, but said nothing, “I would ad vise you not to attempt to send that letter ashore. It’s my opinion that you can serve Flint’s ends better by doing just what Willard has employed you to do, and by trying not to excite Wil lard’s suspicions. You will earn a thousand dollars, won’t you?” “So Willard promised.” returned the man. “You may depend on It,” Tom as sured him. "1 have known for some time that Flint was looking for Wil lard—and more especially for John Callis—” The detective sharply interjected: "He’s on this yacht right now—dis abled. That’s why you happen to be here; you were hired to take his place. I’ll see to it that he doesn’t get away from you. Strikes me you have oppor tunities that old Flint would appreci ate.” The man no longer tried to dissem ble. "I see that you have me, spotted all right. Cornelius is my name. What’s the game? Phineas had no time to put me wise.” "He couldn’t have told you so very much,” replied Tom—“little more than 1 can myself. I am not in Willard’s confidence, but I have the best of rea sons for knowing that whatever it is lie’s up to, it is strictly on the level.” “H’m-m-m,” Cornelius mused, “that makes my position a bit difficult, doesn’t it?” “Not particularly so. All you have to do is play fair. If anything crook ed shows up you can count on my as sistance. But the orders are strict about going and coming, and you “God! How I Do Love You!” couldn’t expect me to make an excep tion of you, Flint or anybody else. On my side, I shall say nothing to Wil lard about you.” Cornelius picked up both bill and letter, returning the first to his pocket and tearing the sqcond into tiny bits. “Flint will be,all up in the air over., not hearing from me,” he remarked; “but if I can’t, I can’t. You have the dead-wood on me now. Have you any idea what was in that box they brought aboard last night?” "Not the slightest,” returned Tom. “It looked a whole lot like a coffin.” Tom filled and lighted his pipe, while Mr. Cornelius sat and watched him intently. As the same idea had occurred to the first-named, he could not disparage it now. Cornelius broke the silence: “Coffins, you know, are only used when there are dead people to put In ’ AFTER ALL, WHAT IS WEALTH? i Does Not Guarantee Possessor Happi ness Or Immunity From Unrest of Mind. But after all, what is wealth? My noble and severe parent had it in goodly quantity, but it cannot be said that it made him happy. He was far from being a happy man. I suppose that when he was the husband of one wife he thought he would be happy with two; blit when the second was there, it appeared his idea of happi ness called for another. I am glad that it did—but this has nothing to do with the argument—for that third and lesser wife was my own good and mild mother, who scolded only when it was absolutely necessary, and who raised a son to my father who has been able by his own exertions to lift himself above all the other children, and at the same time put rice in their pockets and hams over their shoul ! ders, i. e., to assist to wealth and i office. And so it is with many people. I 1 remember when I was a youth at Lou- I THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD. them. Any cadavers around here that you’ve noticed?” “You’re a nice cheerful chap, be lieve me,” retorted Tom. “No, there are none. It can’t be Callis, because he’s getting well —saw him less than an hour ago.” “Just suppose,” Cornelius went on meditatively, “that Willard is expect ing somebody & die —at a given time, say—” “Hang it all!” Tom cut in. “You don’t think the man is plotting delib erate murder, do you?” Cornelius did not say what he thought. He sat considering. “Well,” he said at last, rising, “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it that everything is all right until I eee different. But a coffin” —he shook his head dubiously—“lt don’t look good to me.” Whereupon he took his depar ture. Shortly after nightfall Tom saw Wil lard and the man Cornelius hoard the launch and go ashore, and he watched them with a quickened sense of antici pation. “If that sleuth is worth a darn,” he reflected, “now is his chance to get word to Flint.” He did not witness their return, but about an hour later he had a glimpse of Cornelius and one of the other young men, garbed in soiled and worn overalls and jumpers, like a pair of stevedores. Somewhere around half-past nine, the coffin-shaped box once more ap peared. But now, instead of two men, all four of Willard’s retainers were carrying it. Indeed, it would scarcely be too much to say that they staggered with it, so heavy had it grown, and so marked was the contrast between the ease and indifference with which it had been brought aboard, and’ the extreme cau tion with which it was being handled now. Willard’s patent explosive flashed in to Tom’s mind. After all, was it not possible that he was about to perpe trate some appalling disaster, and that Paige and Jessie had been won over to whatever extreme mistaken principles he justified his conduct by, so that they to believed them to he right and high-minded? With an im minent sense of the man’s powerful in dividuality strong upon him, the idea, hideous as it was, was not altogether impossible. Willard was himself superintending the box’s conveyance with such anx ious regard and solicitude that Tom’s misgivings swept over him again, in tensified a hundredfold. With no clearly defined purpose in mind, he involuntarily stepped up to the gangway, as they began to nego tiate the difficult descent of the ac commodation-steps. “You need more help there, don’t you?” he demanded. Willard barred his progress with a suddenly extended arm. “No, no,” he returned quickly, “These men have been carefully in structed; they know just what to do and how to do it.” ■ Nevertheless it was with a disquiet ing feeling of apprehension that he watched the long box lowered careful ly into the launch, which was immedi ately cast off and allowed to drift with the current into the darkness before the motor was started. None of the crew accompanied it on this trip, and as once before, it went down-stream instead of across to the landing. What was the meaning ‘of it all, any how? What strange operations were going on in his very presence that he should remain so ignorant of them? (TO BE CONTINUED.) King’s Grapevine. The grea vine at Hampton court palace is a slip off one at Valentines, near Wanstead, which was planted in 1758. Owing to its roots having pene trated the bed of the river, which is only 60 feet from the end of the vinehouse, the Hampton court vine grew with extraordinary rapidity. In 1800 —20 years after it was planted— its main branch was 114 feet long. Now its branches cover a space of 2.300 square feet, but the principal branch only stretches 90 feet—the length of the vinehouse. Had the house been enlarged the vine would probably cover four times as much space. As it is, the vines at Cumber land lodge, Manresa house, Roehsmp ton and Sillwood park, Sunninghill, surpass it: while the one at Kinnel house, Breadalbane —the largest in Great Britain —covers nearly twice as great a superficial area. Chow that riches and promotions seemed as very gifts of the celestial regions. But I have found that neith er great wealth nor distinguished decorations, nor both put together, will guarantee a man against unrest of mind or turmoil of soul. How great and honorable is the peacock’s feath er of the throne, yet how much easier rests the head on goose feathers’ Exchange. The Professional Forger. Forging is generally quite an ama teur affair in this country, but in In dia, where the professional forger flourishes, it is the business of a life time. A father, for instance, who thinks Ke detects in his son an apti tude for the occupation, apprentices him to one of its masters. He learns, among other things, engraving, pho tography, paper-making, chemistry, so as to deal with colored inks, and, above ail, fine penmanship and deli cate miniature painting. After several years’ hard work he is pronounced proficient, and sets up in business for himself, generally commencing by I counterfeiting government stamps. WILSON IN A TENI PRESIDENT MAKES HIS BUMMER HEADQUARTERS IN THE OLD FASHIONED GARDEN. SUBSTITUTE FOR EXERCISE Life In Fresh Air Is Expected to Do ' Much Toward Keeping the Chief Executive in Trim During the Hot Weather. By GEORGE CLINTON. Washington.—President Wilson has pitched a headquarters tent in the old fashioned flower garden lying just south of the one-story annex, which forms the east approach to the White House. He has made up his mind that he will spend a large part of the summer in Washington and as the summers here notoriously are hot, he intends to get all the breezes and fresh air that he can while at his try ing administration work. Unlike two of his predecessors in office, Theodore Roosevelt and Wil liam Howard Taft, Woodrow Wilson has not been able to get all the exer cise that he needs to keep himself in perfect physical trim. Physicians say continuous fresh air will make up to some extent for the lack of bodily ex ercise. It must not be understood that the president is a sick man, for he is not; he simply is somew-hat tired and has determined to do that which will overcome the tired feeling as much as possible. When Mr. Taft came into office there were many alterations made in the east wing of the White House, where the cabinet room, the presi dent’s private office and the offices of the clerical force are located. The president’s office is a circular room in the south side of the office annex. It communicates by a passageway with the office of the private secretary, which is at the southwest corner of the building. The outlook from the president’s room and from the cabi net room as well and from one end of Secretary Tumulty’s room is over the great south grounds of the White House and on to the monument and beyond that to the Potomac river. Tent Site Well Protected. The change which President Taft made necessitated an encroachment on the grounds of the tennis court, where President Roosevelt and his tennis cabinet played games almost daily for the seven years in which the colonel was in the White House. If the tennis court had not been built upon it would have made an ideal site for President Wilson’s outdoor camp, for it would have been close to Secretary Tumulty’s office and to the offices of the executive clerks. The old-fashioned garden, in which the president’s tent is located, has a hedge of privet on two sides of it, a third side being enclosed by the east White House wing, while the fourth side is open to the great grounds of the house and beyond them to the river over what are ‘known as the white lot. the monument grounds and the Potomac drive. The old-fashioned garden was planned and planted by Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt, who found what she thought were too many “botanical specimens” in the White House grounds, in other words, too many un familiar flowers. So the old-fashioned garden was laid out and largely was planted by the president’s wife’s hands. There are lilacs, syringas, pansies, sweet-williams, bachelor’s buttons, forget-me-nots, hollyhocks, peonies, fuchsias, nasturtiums and all the rest. President Wilson will have a fragrant old-fashioned environ ment. Must Show Their Colors. Prohibition and woman suffrage are today squarely before the house of rep resentatives as questions to be voted upon. For years the friends of both causes have been attempting to secure record votes on the questions in house and senate and for years they have failed. Now it seems likely that the prohibition amendment Will be voted on in the house before the adjourn ment of the present session. Suffrage possibly may have to wait. For a long time suffragists and ad vocates of prohibition have been urg ing members of the house to see to it that both amendments were brought to a vote. The answers which the prohibitionists and the suffragists re ceived were alike in virtually every instance. The proponents of the amendments were told that the ju diciary committee had not acted and that nothing could be done unless that body made a report. So it was that the members of the judiciary committee were made the targets and they resented what they said was the throwing on their shoul ders by the other representatives of the blame for inaction. The committee resolved to let the house fight the matter out for itself, and it has ro ported both amendments, although no SEEKS TO FOSTER THRIFT National Society Formed to Promote Economy Among All Classes of the People. "When I was a kid there was such a tragedy in my life that every day I rsed to sit on the bank of a stream at noon and cry. The tragedy was that my shoes had so many holes in them [ couldn’t join the other boys in using shoes for boats on the stream. Theirs floated. Mine wouldn’t.” Representative James Francis Burke, member of congress from Pennsyl vania, who has come out with a strong Indorsement of the work of the Amer ican Society for Thrift, was the speak er. He wants to promote economy among all classes. Representative Burke’s success has been the result of his industry, his habits of thrift and his appreciation of the value of money. Although still a young' man, he is one of the most influential members of the house, and is wealthy. Also, he has a big law practise in Pittsburgh. recommendation was made lor pas sage or for non-passage of the two proposals. There is some humor in the situa tion in which the house finds itself today. > There are plenty of members of congress who think that prohibition may be a good thing and yet who fear that if they vote for the amend ment all the forces of the liquor in terests in the United States will be used to compass their defeat. On the other hand they are afraid that if they vote against the amendment all the forces of prohibition and of the tem perance cause generally will be used against them at the polls. On the proposed suffrage amend ment to the constitution the position of the representatives is much like that in which they find themselves on the question of prohibition. Wom en vote in a good many states al ready, and woman has a trenqendous influence in whatever state she lives. Representatives do not like the idea of having the suffrage influence against them and they do not like the Idea of having the anti-suffrage In fluence against them. They are in a peculiar position and it seems to some observers in Washington that they will do what all representatives ought to do, vote as they believe and “let the consequences be what they may.” Recognition for Canal Work. 'Congress apparently is prepared finally to take action on a bill which makes provision for the recognition of the services of the officers of the army and navy who held membership on the Isthmian canal commission and to whose hard and devoted service the completion of the waterway is due. The proposed legislation will give the thanks of congress to the army and navy officers concerned and will give authority for their promotion. If the bill becomes a law George W. Goethals, chief engineer of the canal project, will be made a major general of the line, and Brig. Gen. William C. Gorgas, sanitary expert of the zone, will "be made a major general in the medical department. Lieut. Col. Wil liam L. Sibert, the builder of the Ga tun dam, locks and spillway and the creator of the Gatun lake, and Lieut- Col. H. F. Hodges, the designer of the operating machinery of the canal, will be made brigadier generals in the en gineer corps. Commander H. H. Rous seau, the civil engineer of the navy who did constructive work on the sea approaches to the canal, will be ap pointed to the grade of rear admiral “of the lower nine in that corps.’’ Thanks of Congress to All. What doubtless will be more grate ful to all these officers than promotion is the provision in the bill which gives to all of them the thanks of congress for their “distinguished eervice in con structing the Panama canal.” Care was taken in framing the bill to avoid interfering with the promo tion of officers of the army and navy, either senior or junior in grade to the men whom it is proposed to advance. The bill provides for the promotion of Colonel Goethals and Brigadier Gen eral Gorgas to the rank of major gen erals, the one of the line and the other in the medical department, but in or der to accomplish this without inter fering with the promotion of other men the existing number of major gen erals of the line and the number in the medical department are increased by one each. Thus it will be seen readily that this not only will not in terfere with the promotions of men of junior grade, but actually will advance the junior officers of the engineer corps one grade, because of the va cancy caused by the promotion of Colonel Goethals, who is now an en gineer officer. In order that the promotion of Colonels Sibert and Hodges shall not interfere with the regular promotions of junior officers in the corps of engi neers, two additional brigadier gen eralships are provided in the corps of engineers. The promotion of Sibert and Hodges to these ranks will pro mote every officer junior to them in the engineer corps, one file. Extra Grade Is Temporary. William C. Gorgas, now the sur geon general of the army with the rank of brigadier general, has only a little more than four years to serve. When he retires or leaves the service from whatever cause the extra grade which it is proposed to provide for him “shall cease and determine.” A similar provision is made to fit the cases of the other officers of whose promotion the bill takes cognizance. In the past when junior officers were promoted to general rank there was a good deal of criticism of the acts. Un questionably the framers of the pres ent measure had this matter in mind when they gave consideration to pro motion as a reward. The services of Lieut. Col. David Du B. Gaillard, the digger of the Cu lebra cut, who died as the result of his devotion to duty, were recognized by congress. Colonel Gaillard was dead when congress took action, but his high services to his country were recognized in a manner as close as possible to that in which the thanks of congress are given to a living man. In commenting on Mr. Burke’s ca reer as a lesson to every American boy, Simon W. Strauss of Chicago, president of the American Society of Thrift, said: “The lives of such men as Mr. Burke are the greatest possible lesson in thrift. If the average boy will learn habits of thrift he will learn also that scarcely anything in life is beyond his reach. This is the lesson that our na tion and the individuals of our nation must learn. National extravagance, now a national vice, must be cur tailed.” —New York Tribune. No Silence There. Yeast —Do you have to ask consent of your wife to go out at night? Crimsonbeak —Well, if I do, and silence gives consent, I never get 1L It is entirely easy for a fortune teller to read a woman’s mind after t little diplomatic questioning. Among other rights some men give up when they get married is the righi to think for themselves- REVENUE JOR WAS Reimposition of Sugar Duty Would Be Politic., Reductions Under the New Tariff BUI Have Not Perceptibly Lowered Prices to Consumers, While Country Loses Millions. The ways and means of raising money to carry on a contest with Mexico is the most important question that congress has to consider. All sorts of methods are discussed, in cluding, of course, the imposition of the old financial levies known as the Spanish war taxes. We assume, without question, that these'special taxes will be once more imposed. Experience showed that they were easily borne by the people, were productive of a large revenue, and were popular and efficient war taxes in every way. But we beg to suggest, very respectfully, that con gress take up seriously the idea of restoring the duty on sugar that was needlessly taken off in the last tariff bill. The cost of collecting the duty was trivial, and whether the tariff rate on sugar was raised or lowered did not change the price to the con sumer one whit. The first reduction of the sugar duty under the new tariff took effect on March 1, and the larger reduction does not take effect until May 1 two years hence. However, even as it is, the proceeds of our customs duties are already $27,000,000 less for the cur rent fiscal year than they were for the previous year, and if the entire reductions on sugar contemplated in the present law were in effect at this moment they would cause a loss of $25,000,000 in addition to the $27,000,- 000 that has already occurred. In 1912, the last year of the old tariff, the revenue from the sugar duties amounted to a little over fifty million dollars. What possible reason is there why the government of the United States should not be once more in receipt of this sum, at least while the Mexican war lasts? If, as the administration had apparently an ticipated, “free sugar” had resulted in a perceptible lowering of the cost of sugar to the family, the case would be different. But no shadow of tho much‘to-be-desired result can be per ceived even by the most optimistic. “The Old Man of the Sea.” Rumors that Secretary Bryan is about to leave the cabinet are denied stoutly. That does not necessarily signify. Such rumors are apt to be denied. Quite frequently, however, they are proved to be forerunners of the fact, if also frequently they ex pire as rumors. Mr. Bryan has no mandate from the people in his office, of course. He is simply a highly favored politician. Three times rejected for president, his un appreciative fellow-countrymen be hold him at a president’s right hand. If he is not the power behind the throne he is firmly seated on an arm of it. Ana there is no provision for a recall. The Democratic party thought it had chosen Woodrow Wil son in preference to William J. Bryan to be its standard bearer, but the lat ter has hold of the stick, too. —Provi- dence Journal. Clothing Under the New Tariff. A Staten Island man writes to t New York newspaper asking: “Are clothes cheaper now because of the tariff reduction?” Perhaps he hasn’t bought any clothes lately, and is merely asking for information. Per haps, on the other hand, he has been buying clothes, and has discovered, as others have discovered, that it costs more now to acquire the apparel that oft proclaims the man than it did be fore the tinkers at Washington per formed their tinkering. In that con tingency, no doubt he is “mad clear through,” and asks his question with deliberate intention of making trouble for the administration of President Wilson. Foreign Eggs by the Million. In the wisdom of those who control the American government in these days the duty has been removed from eggs. In consequence of this removal there arrived the other day on the Pa cific coast from China a ship carrying a thousand tons of eggs. The actual number was 6,792,360. Most of these were consigned to points in the United States. The purpose of removing the tariff in the minds of the removers was to make eggs cheaper. Has any American breakfast table been served with an egg this year at less price than a year ago? Speaking about the next Democratic platform, more things are accumulat ing for the "we view with alarm” sec tion than for the “we point with nride” column. Only Hope Is Roosevelt. Without men and means, the Pro gressives have only Roosevelt to de pend on. If they make independent, nominations their party will divide. If they form an alliance with the Demo crats, many will return to their first love, the G. O. P. Their one hope, then, is Roosevelt, and it may be seriously questioned whether his influence will be suffi cient to hold together his disintegrat ing party without money or issues or leaders in a campaign when only state questions will be involved. A Crowded Pan. Apparently no investigation of cor poration corruption in this country can proceed very far without disclos ing a $50,000 contribution to the Roosevelt campaign fund in 1904. The impoverished stockholders of the New Haven have the melancholy satis faction of knowing that their fat was fried in a crowded pan. Without money or a leader the Pro gressives seem likely to stand at Armageddon indefinitely.—Wall Street Journal.