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1114I 114 " Piano, j:
S?!f-piayed—t-he greatest ever invent- /
1 i out. It plays like an artist,
an I the only one that plays without dis
c mechanical effects. We are
Call and see it play.
? mß^aify Exhibitions**
at the Piar.o Warerooms of
< >ixt!», M. !'e!er or.d Market Sts.,
ST. PAUL, MINN.
X :. . ■ : Wesley Pitr.cs.
iiilfii
m:tti:k kkom a »t. pall. aik.h
beh of the fokty-fii'til
I\l AVIKY
FILIPINO FLAG OF TRUCE
It Is (111- Sut»j«-<-( »f X I'Ot-11l 1»J ail
I 11 discovered Kip
ling Isi the
KimkH.
PASACAO. Philippine Islands, April 23,
. Sir: I have been thinking that
tild send you a short article on sol-
:; ■•: Philippines and let the
1 > ■•]»!.- know how all the St. Paul boys
.
I il Manila De£ 21. '[''.<; disem
■•! in.l immediately took the train to
: . re we were in barracks two
:.i! Calooean Jan. 6 on a fifteen
march or "hike," as we call it.
irrlved at Niac Jan. 1", whore we
i severe skirmish, toeing no
111 w.i men were, slightly wounded.
wounded \v. r.- Private Peter Hy.-ki
Private Kanab!,-. of Company H. Re
• Niac three weeks and then em
-1 • 1 rk-- i nn the transport Tartar, not know
w< : bui after faur
-tUir.g a; last anchored in San
■1 bay, landing the following day
iii mini iu> i.i our chins, and at the
were under a terrific tire.
ijhi lasted about three hours, and
warm for the Hme being. The
•1 iiiin the mountains and
: >giment inarched into Calabango,.l
• ;in!i>>-.i n\ r night. Tin next
tmtiiiiiiß Lt ." o'clock we continued our
til night Overtook up, and then
..;i in a lire 1i• ■!d where the mud
r were knee deep. The next
marched into Nueva-Cacereesj,
■ i.-cl to surprise a large
army, but on arriv
n.-mr had retreated as
with no opposition
■at Nueva Cacercea
i"eb. 24, making
1 i>.ar.-h :•■ i' i.-tica.i. wh^rc we are
oned.
Ing g rison duly here, and
only Company II is a' this place. We
have .1 very fine place here, and think we
wdl remain here for some time. We are
■red in a large stono building and
h iv ■ l; 1.1,1 cots to sleep 'in, and in fact
r " .--rything. The
town is situated on Tll < a.-i and hence
l>a hing place fur ;h>- boys.
'■-.id .>f rirtiv-n H»n of oar catnpeny;
myself, went »ut on a scouting
about a. week ago," and as we
w -t ■■ marching along laughing and talk
ing, air advance guard were fired upon
if about forty insurgents, who
wero Intrenched along the road. We lost
man, William Stone, who was shot
through the abdomen. Musician Hamnaia
: • \ wounded In the right fool.
The tuht whs about the hottest that 1
tperienced', and our small
had to retreat down the road rar-
Ihe w.'iinilcd as best we could, for
outnumbered us three to one.
ollpwlng day pur captain took a
< !:■ . tH* 1 oat in the oppo/l'e
-\id surprised the e-nei.iy in a.
■ ■■ I'M, killing ten and wound
en without losing a man.
l! 1- extremely hot at the present time
n been ever jir,<e we arrived here,
I'll.' rainy season will set In in about a
ni'Vnlh and then I suppose we'll be
flruw:;. i out.
The following is a short piece of poetry
■ isi .1 by one of my c hums in Ot<n j
< ■ iini>.:iiy. If you have space phase pub
lish it. —Hugo Wollny,
C'ompanv !f. Forty-fifth United States
Volur.ti ers.
I'm: i humble private soldier
lii i!i'- pay of 'M'nci. Sam,"
Unknown to fame and fortune.
And in newspapers 1 am.
Km I want tv give my comrades
Some directions, curl and plain,
Thai .-.in serve to keep 'em healthy
Through tlie Philippine campaign.
"U I'-i, 1 :!.i'4 of truce approaches,
■ ;:: lite Filipino's camp,
S.tund assembly! Stand tv arms!
Mr powder Isn't damp.
For your pluck will scon be tested.
Ah i you'll fancy hell Is loose,
the close and deadly volley,
■red by that flag of truce.
ih.- pleasanl word "Amigo"
■ Filipino's lips,
oar hand drop instantly
On Ili ■ pistol at your hip.
your eyes not wink or waver,
your postmv never change,
Till thai friendly Filipino
ilas retreated out of range.
Ii you ask a cup of water.
Flave -i doctor close at hand.
Tr it night you seek h shelter.
Guard against the flaming brand.
H you're lying lone and wounded
<>n the. battlefield apart,
death of barbarous torture
Ami put a bullet, through your heart.
i >ur nice, good Filipino.
Musi be d« id, sir. "mucho" dead;
r he is safely sleeping,
a rice pa tdi o'er his head.
!;■-.-,( resolved to primal passes
In the starry depth of space.
I">r this twentieth century world
Is distinctly not his place.
RdWf^jGenfle!
iVljjsfaq
BrugLst&CfeaJers and Ouhs.
waul R^'jl iPnuiwwous
ONE WHO SOUGHT AND FOUND.
San Francisco Argonant.
The lights were just being lit in the
village ..f North San Juan as the stage
rumbled up Main stree^, and, after
throwing off the mail and express ;;t the
corner store, the driver, with a grand
flourish Of the reins, ;v«l!> d iv« at the
Metropolitan hotel.
A lady alighted, and. quickly discerning
the "Ladies' Entrance." passed into the
room which servi ,1 both as public parlor
;-nd landlady's sitting room. Mr?. John-
BOn, the landlady, received- the passenger
cordially, passid remarks upon the heat
of the day, the dt.'.-ty road and the lire
some trip, and, taking her guest's hand
bag, requested that she follow her and
si;.- would show her to her room. Mrs.
Johnson having said that sUpper would
be served as soon as she was ready, the
lady turned the key in the door and
sank Into a rocktllg chair.
Beyond the initials "B. 1.. T.," which
were embroidered on the linen ' ba»v,
there was nothing to remark about the
guest, save an indefinable something
which told one that she did not belong
to the class of people who "might be
almost anybody," and that she was evi
dently much worn by something morn
than the day's journey.
After eating a light supper, and telling
Mrs. Johnson that she might write for
her "Mrs. Thaxter, Philadelphia," on the
register, she retired to her room.
Sunday morning dawned clear and
beautiful. No noise of early milk wagons,
no rumbling of cars, no clanging of ferry
bells, no shrieking of excursion whistles,
BO hurry-skurry of myriads of feet over
a city pavement, but a calm,, sweet peace,
a holy benedition in the «ur, which made
one think that in this elevated spot, so
many l>et above the sea, so many steps
nearer heaven, angels hovered closer to
the human heart, and that the low wind
amorig the pities was but the sweeping
of their wings.
As Mrs. Thaxter stepped through the
French window of her chamber and
caught a breath of the pure mountain
air, the care-worn expression left her
face, and in its place there seemed to
shine
"A new-born hope that casts a ro.-eate
glow
O'er Life's gray sky."
As she stood there, apparently viewing
the surrounding scenery, but in reality
watching the narrow street and intently
scanning the faces of the few people who
passed the hotel, a church bell broke the
stillness, and as if accepting its invita
tion, she entered her room and soon ap
peared in the parlor. Mrs. Johnson hav
ing directed her to the Methodist church,
which was the only denomination repre
sented in the town, she arrived at the
door just as. the last bell ceased tolling.
She took a seat in the last pew, and
quickly glancing around the small- con
gregation, with a sigh as if being disap
pointed at finding no acquaintance, she
turned her attention to the service. The
opening hymn and prayer having been
finished, the a man .a little past
middle- life,' arose aVid sftid:
"Dear brethren And friends, you wrtl
find my text. iry.the sev-eofchr verse of the
nth chapter of the go.spe] according
to St. Matthew, 'Ask, ' and shall be
given you; seesftj and ye shail find; knock,
and it shall be opened unto you.'
"Kvery one ot us," said the pracher,
"is In this world seeking for something;
some lor pleasure, some for fame, s.iiih
fur riches, and I trust that all of us arc
seeking for a home beyond. But, breth
1. 1:, are we seeking as much as we
ought? Do we go into the alleys and by
ways, searching for lost souls? Do we
ask for grace daily, yea, hourly, to leaci
.ua onward -and upward? Do -we knock
long rind loud at the door of Mercy,
pleading for pardon? Do we no* often sil
with folded hands, gazing at thY far-oft'
star.-, wondering whether h-av-jn lies
near thorn or a great way beyond, when
in our very life-path stands a door,
which would open at our faintest knock,
revealing to us the radiant glory winch
streams front a self-sacrificing action
worthily performed, a good deed nobly
done? Heaven lies nearer, friends, than
we dream, and though our work seems
poorly (lone, and we sit and .^ri'-ve over
the tangled Kkefa, c»r- wet with h't, bitter
tears our handful of withered leaves, if
w<? will but lii--i ■ \\, we Kbtill haar His
still, small voice whispering 'at evi'ii-tirne
it shall be light.' And you who weep for
friends departed, and Rachel-like will not
be comforted, but stand, as it were, at
Death's door, pleading to be allowed to
follow those gone before, some day, some
dear, glad day, you will close your eye 3
amid these earthly sorrows, and open
them in Paradise; joy will.come with the
I morning,
" 'And with the morn, those angel faces
smile,
Which we have loved long since and lost
awhile.' "
As the preacher uttered these last
words, Mrs. Thaxter bowed in prayer,
and as she raised her head, fueling the
air of the room to be oppressive, ami
fearing that she might give vent to the
anguish which had already filled her eyes
to overflowing, she quickly left the
church.
As she reached the sidewalk, .she hap
pened to look across the ravine through
which ran the main street of the town,
and her oyes fell on the sacred plot whero
those that are away rest in "low, green
tents, whose curtains never outward
swing." Immediately she felt a ciiiiiing
sens uion. and for a moment her heart
seemed frozen with fear, as the words
"seek and yet shall find 1' rang through
her brain. It was as; if God's finger had
pointed to that solemn spot while the
Dkffflt OF SELLE BOY DJHE FftMOUS SPY
American history probably furnishes no
parallel of the tempestuous career of
Pell.? Tioyd, the famous Confederate spy
who died at Kilbourn City Monday. The
story of her life reads like the weinl
tales told in yellow-covered novels.
Though not a beautiful woman she pos
sessed the art of capturing the hearts of
men and was a much married woman.
Two of the five husbands with whom she
lived were Choctaw Indians. While liv
ing- with one of them In the Indian Ter
ritory in IS9O it was reported that she had
been shot and killed. Her warrior hus
band procured a quart of bad whisky and
rode forth to kill her slayer only to learn
that it was a woman of similar name who
had lost her life.
Long before she became identified with
Btonejeall Jackson, Belle Boyd had the
reputation of being one of the most
graceful and daring horsewomen in the
South, and fcr her feats in this line she
was known throughout the country. She
was educated at the Mount Washington
female seminary, and it was while sbe
v.as home on a vacation in ISS'J that the
John Brown raid at Harper's Ferry ti.ok.
place. Shortly after this she spent her
first winter in Washington society, where
she created no small stir. Much of her
time was spent in listening to the de
batea in the senate and house, and when
f-ko returned to her home it was as a
full-Hedged Fecopsionist. Later, whoa
Patterson and Oadwailader's troops m-
VJrginia and swarmed around kei
home in ilßrtinsburg, a drunken soldier
insulted her mother. Belle was present
and promptly drew her revolver and
IciHbd the soldier,
For ih!s offense she was brought before
Gen. Patterson and a court of Inquiry
was'beUL The hearing resulted in her
discharge, Gen. Patterson declaring that
she did right, and that he hoped every
other Southern girl would follow her ex
ample under similar circumstances. Dur-
THE ST. PAUL GLOBIS, SUNDAY JUNE 17, 1900.
bell, p.ot far above 1-er head, had spoken
the words with its Iron tongue.
"With her eyes stHl riveied on the ceme.
(• ry. raised for an instant to meet the
faces of passers-by, she reached her
room, at tbo hotel. With a moan of
mingled hope and despair fell on her
kneea at the bed-side and poured out a
tearful petition, praying that asking, >he
might receive; seeking, she mighth ;lnd;
knocking, it rr-ig-lit be opened unto her.
it whs late in the afternoon when shd
reached the graveyard gate. With trem
bling r.and she pressed the latch, and
passed siowly up the path over which
the bud-;, full-blown blooms, and
withered leaves of life are borne through
out the changing year, no matter w'aat
the moritti may be, June or December."
As s 1:!• made her way among the graves,
an angel must have hi Id her hand, she
seemed so calm and composed; perhaps
His voice had said unto the waves oi
her troubled f-pirit, "Peace, be still!"
As she turned into a side-path at the
further end of the graveyard, a mound
01 landelions met her eye. On approach
ing It, she noticed that, although it was
shaped like a grave, neither head nor foof.
boarj was visible. With an exclutnation
cf joy at rinding in this strange land a
flower so dear to other scenes, she knalt
to kiss the golden blossoms, when she
was startled by a, footstep. Springing to
her feet, she was not more surprised than
was the unintentional intruder, who
stood there with an old watering pot in
his hand—only the grave between them.
"Beg pardon, ma'am," said the man,
who appeared to be about forty years of
age. and was dressed in canvas overalls
and a red flannel shirt." '"but, you see, I
allus come up here every Sunday to water
them flowers. 1 wouldn't disturb you for
the world; it makes me feel kind o' good
to s»e a lady a-bendin' over his grave,
foi- we was the best o' friends, Dick and
me."
"What was his other name?" gasped
.Mrs. Thaxter, as she quickly passed
around the grave and clutched the man's
sleeve.
"Well, there you've got me: It's goin"
on 'leven years since ha kicked the buck
et, and whether it was Jackson or Jaml
sori 1 can't say. He never went by any
other name down in the diggin's, 'cept
'Dick,' but one day when 1 axed him
what was his other name, he tole me one
of them two, but I dasn't swear which."
"Did he have "no relatives out here?"
asked Mrs. Thaxter, as she calmly re
sumed her former position at the grave.
"Out here? Well, I reckon not! Them
tilings is mighty scarce 'round these
digtcuVs! But most likely back in the
si somewhere, somebody may be
'spectin' him home any day, bui you see
he stands a mighty poor show of ever
gettiiV there' Seem' that you be a
stranger, ma'am, from the states,
p'raps""—Mrs. Thaxter bowed an assent
—"I don't mind tellin' you the story 'bout
Dick, 'cause mebbe you might run across
somebody as knowed him. and then yon
could tell 'em he was past goin' home,
tho" praps you wouldn't care to tell 'em
just iiow he come to miss it!'
"One touch of nature makes the wholt,
world kin," and here a simple mound of
dandelions drew two stranger hearts to
gether. They both sat down on the
warm, dry grass. Not far above their
he-ids, in a weeping willow, a bird twit
tered a twilight song, and far awaf'-in:
the west the angels were unlocking the
sunset gates and preparing to nail the;
stars to tho evening sky.
"i'ou see, ma'am, I was his pard. We '
was the best o" friends, and down there
in the -M.uizanita mine we bunked In the
same cabin. Dick was awful high-tem
pered, but he had one fault worse than
that—he, liked the black bottle too well;,
and tho' he never loafed 'round the
.saloons—he was too high-toned for that—
he used to get on sprees unbeknownst to
me, and then, them times he'd be off to
some other town where he weren't
known for days at a time, and I didn't
have no idee, where he was. .Well, one
night, arter he'd been off for a whole
week, 1 happened to drop into Pat
O'Brien's, when I seed a gang o' men,
all strangers to me; but as goon as 1
put my eyes on 'em, r knowed there was
somethin' done or a-goin' to be done."
Jisi as 1 pasted along by the door, one
Of the feller says to one of the other
felfers, in a whisp'rin' tone, says he:'
" 'Wonder if he's got any relation*
'round here?"
" 'Well, let 'em go and tie him loose/
says the secondffellerr r "I reckon he wen,U ?
skip very far from the bridge!'
" 'Did they put the knife in his hand?'
eay.s the first one. .
"'You bet they did!' says the other,
'and Pete King's blood hardly dry on it!'
" 'I'm jolly glad Murphy proposed a.
hangln' him "near to home, says a third
man, in a muffled kind o' voice, 'it'll be
a warnln" to this part o' the country!'
"I seed in a minute somebody had been
lynched, either down to Frenchman's
Crossln', or down to the bridge past the
Chinese graveyard, though I don't tViink
they intended anybody in San Juan
should know it till they got out o" town.
Jist as I slipped Qut the door, the leader,
he says to the crowd: 'We'll have another
drink, boys, up to Jim Carroll's. 1
"Kp.owin', as I did, Jim Carroll was a
whisky-sllnger up to Comptonville. I says
to myself, 'there's where they're from!'
"Jedgin' from their talk he belonged
'round here, I jumped on my horse and
flew down the road like lightnin'. Do
you know, I was afeared it was Dick!
When I got to the Chinese graveyard I
tried to laugh at myself for bein' such a
fool to so way down there, but somethiu'
or othor drew me along, when jist as I
made a turn in the road, the moonlight
showed me a man a-danglin' by a rope
from the bridge: Arter you've seen as
many men a-hangin" from trees as I'vo
seen, n.a/am. you won't think it so
strange I ran right down to the bridge—
ing her whole career Belle Boyd proved
handy with firearms, and once she shot
James Coller, who. she claimed, had
wronged her daughter.
In her engagements with the Southern
army she performed many feats of dar
ing. During the battle of Front Royal
she ran across the battlefield under fire
\3§3jßcy^7cM)sߣl§sp lajL
BELLE BOYD.
from both armies and delivered an im
portant message to Gen. Jackson which
saved the bridge from being burned and
the officer's army from being surrounded.
Later she was made captain in the reg
ular army and wore the officer* uniform
when occasion required, acting as aid
de-camp on Jackson's staff. It would
take a book to tell all the adventures of
Belle Boyd and all the hardships she en
dured in her later life while carrying
on a heroic struggle to support her chil
dren.
tho horsg Wouldn't ~o near lt—nnd tooted
over lnt» that man's .cye.s—Dick's eyes'."
"You PJdßi't leave him Ranging theret"
ask&r Mt*. Thnxter, with a look of hotror
in her tacc. . .- .
"Ky gclly. no: i jfgt hauled him up,
knife nnd all, and, gi\tn* tho blooey £htag
a Bftng rnto the gulch, i took him in my
arm* and made a short cut tor the cabin.
I mid to go up the road a little way afore
I could strike tko trail, and all the time
I was afepred I wotlid rrrert them- men
cumin' back do^.n .th>' road. If they'd
a-seed me, they'd a-taken- a shot at me,
sure, and one mp4 man to a cabin waa
enough. 1 fv-,ught. ;Thar was So deayla'
the tact he'd passed in his checks—and
if he hadn't been pretty siiall ur.-d con
siders ble under weight I don't think I
coulrl have got Tin* home that night. I
called Joe Darnels out o' bed 'foi ut 'leven
o'clock, ami known? I could depend on
him I ,told hinv.■■ev.or.ything. . We .went
right to work, made a box, and by 4
o'clock in th-Imorning Dick was asleep
:;r- instead of down in our cabin. Potor
Jo«: He went up the flume eight or nine
years ago, and jist y.'hy I should have
lived to t'lT lucks-story to a strangtr
seems nrtghfy qtteefc. You knew, he w??«
kind o' wom;tT:!y 'bout some thlng.3,
'specially flowers, so I got a lot o' dan
delions together—they was the easiest to
get, 'cause 1 know places ir. the hills.
chock fttU of 'em—and I plante-d 'en
here; and every Sunday I allus come up
here to see how they look and give 'em
a littUiter.din' to; vi the .■summer time t
allus "bring 'err water. Somehow or
other, I feel like I was a-duin' sonaethhv
religious3-like, and pel haps Dick's a
watehm 1 me up thar, and 1 want my ob
pard to see I hain't forgot him."
"Did he leave no personal property?'"
asked Mrs. Tha'xU-r, as she unconscious
ly plucked one of the yellow blossoms.
"Nothin' but a little trunk, with hard
ly anythln' in it—nothin' of any value. I
didn't want to keep it down to the cabin,
not knowin' how things might go with
me, so I took it up to the hotel, and tole
Johnson I guessed Dick had gone off fur
good, and I'd be so much obleeged if he'd
let it stay in the attic, and if anybody
ever axed after Dick, to let 'em look at
the trunk if they wanted to."
As the miner turned to lift the water
ing-pot, Mr s . Thaxter thanked him for
his story, and bidding him a hasty good
night, flew, rather than walked, down
the path which led to the gate. The
moon was just rising above a gray peak,
and the night winds had begun to whis
per around the graves. Excited at the
Btory, and with the return of the preach
er's words, which rang through her brain
again and again, she reached the hotel in
agony of mind and body. The lights
were lit when she entered the parlor,
and Mrs. Johnson was seated at the cen
ter table reading an illustrated weekly.
Hardly stopping to take breath, Mrs.
Thaxter asked: "Have you an old trunk
in the attic which was left_ here some
years ago by a miner?"
"Why, yes, I believe that there is one
up there," said the landlady," tlhough 1
hardly ever have occasion to go there
did you wish to look at it?"
"Yes, I think that I might recognize
the owner, but 1 hope that I am not
troubling you."
"Not at all," said Mrs. Johnson, and
taking a candle, she went up stairs, fol
lowed by her,.,gue«t, who stopped to take
breath many,,times during the short as
cent. sj|sj|
The trunk was-found.to be unlocked,
but beyond jlJ' couple of suits of under
wear and some woolen socks there waa
nothing found of any importance, till
suddenly Mrs. Johnson brought up from
;-o"ne 'of the corners a small Bible and
an old-fashioned daguerreotype. Handing
them, to the trembling woman at hfer
.sU!i\ the BibSefjEfell to the floor, and"
as Mrs. Thaxfer- 'made a desperate ef
fort to unclasp the* case the picture fol
lowed lt. Mrs. Johnson picked them up,
. and handed them,, both open, to the al
most fainting woman. On the fly-leaf
she read, "Dick, from Alother," but ere
she had looked at tlie picture, her
trembling hands had sprung the clasp,
as if Fate's vbfck "lia'tl cried, "Look not!"
"Would you care if I took the picture
down stairs to a better light?" she gasp
ed, as she clutched it with her clammy
hands.
.. "Certainly not," said the landlady, and
they both descended to the second floor.
"Maria!" called the • landlord, as the
stage from Nevada City drew up at the
hotel, and, excusing herself, Mrs. John
son hurried down to the '"parlor."
Several ladies having arrived and desir
ing accommodations for the. night, Mrs.
Johnson bustled busily back and forth
through tlie halls, arranging extra rooms '
,&"nd,. superintending-the late supper.
It wanted but a few min\rtear-of mid^
■'fllgrarwhen the landlord and-liisWife re
tired,, and all was still save the^rystling
of t,he whispering pines. ■ '
l! The irext morning the birds sang early
in the cypress and willow frees which
shaded the cemetery, and far up the cool,
emerald ravines the wild dove notes were
echoed from, hill to hill.
The village school house lay just under
the brow of the ;sfope where the white
headstones gleamed, and the half past
8 bell had ceased .ringing when a group of
children came up- a path which led to a
"cut off" across the graveyard. The last,
tiny tot, with slate and red luncheon pail|
had crawled through the rail fence when
a young girl, who was in advance of the
others, uttered a cry of horror and ran
j back toward the group, who, seeing her
pale face and excited gestures, pressed
forward and found an aged woman dead
upon a grave, a picture clasped to her
breast, her white face upturned among
the dandelions.
She had asked and received; she had
sought and found; she had knocked, and
the angels had let her in.
There is now in the attic of the Metro
politan hotel at North San Juan an em
broidered linen bag lying on the old
trunk. It contains nothing by which the
owner might be, identified, save a dupli
cate of the daguerreotype which was
clasped so closely ty; the thin hands of the
dead stranger. ■
FIGHT THE CIGARETTE.
llii.tiiM-HN Convent* in ( bion K o Be
gin n Crusade Against It.
Chicago Tribune.
Chicago business houses are putting- a
ban on cigarette smoking by employes,
saying the habit is incompatible with
efficient service. . Absolute prohibition has
been declared by three large firms and
one railroad, arid' others are expected to
follow this Initiative. Aside from effects
en the mind, I^isltftalmed that nicotine
is doing such JBhjTsic-uT Injury to clerks
and office boys as to cause loss to em
ployers. One firm has started a fund, to
be subscribed to by twenty business
houses, who are asked to join in a cru
sade against the use of the cigarette by
the employes of all of the large depart
ment stores and the factories in Chicago.
By the prohibition already. enforced
1,100 employes are affected. Of these 80
per cent are boys "under eighteen years
old. Of these boys it is estimated that COO
who are now abstaining from cigarette
smoking formerly were smokers. The
objection made by the employers, which
k-u up to the prohibition of cigarette
smoking by employes, were as follows:
That the smell of nicotine from the
breath of employes is annoying to cus
tomers und to other employes who are
not users.
That nicotine demoralizes the employe
and aftects bis honesty;
That cigarettes make the employe nerv
ous.
That they stunt his mental growth, ba
fog his memory and prevent an alert in
tellect.
That physically they affect the employe
so that he cannot give the best service
to the employer..
The \utifjtjniil. Convention-.
Prohibition, aj/JJhl^ago, June 27-28. 1980.
Tickets on salewtari^ti-i'i.
Democratic. aF-Ka£fcas City, July 4, 1300.
Tickets on salo**duly*2-4.
The road to Uike Ao attend these Con
ventions is the- .Chicago Great. Western
R>\, the popuUrV, "Maple Leaf Route,"
with its vestlbmea t<ains, free chair cars,
satisfactory dining-car service and Its
unsurpassed sle&ping^par accommodations.
Only one fare for the round trip. ' For
further particulars apply to J. P. Elmer,
G. A. P. D.. corner Fifth and Robert
streets, St. Paul.
j^JigLgi? p IBBf) 011 &&& for 100 r^ ftoj
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II Will 1 IB
HOT HACK BKTWEEX TRACTS ON
. TWO SOFT HER*' RAIL
ROADS
A ROMANCE IN IT AS WELL
Exchange of Curds I»y Passtngc
Ms the ConchcM Ran Side by
Side Resulted In v
Wedding.
"Yes, sir, a little nerve will do most
anything," observed the traveling mail
positively to the nitcht clerk at one of th-?
Broadway hotels the other evening after
tha Boer waiv the Philippine policy, aad
Bryan's campaign had been discussed to
a standstill, says the New York Time;?.
The cleric frently shoved the other's
elbow off the register and received the
signature of a belated arrival. The new
guest having been sent up on the ele
vator, the clerk replaced the pen behind
his ear and awaited the story quietly;
'•Now take my own case, for instance."
continued the traveling salesman, confl
" dentially. "Nerve and circumstances are
responsible for my run up to the metrop
olis when my territory extends only
through the Southern states, and I'm sell
ing for a Cincinnati concern at that.
Pretty good story, and you're getting it
first hand. Fact, I haven't begun un
loading it on the trade yet.
"Now this particular eaase of the exer
cise of nerve amounting almost to genius
revolves about a friend of mine who sees
the South for a Chicago harness house.
About two years ago we found ouroelves
one summer afternoon on the Brunswi-k -
branch of the Southern /railroad, bound
from Chattanooga to Atlanta We sat
in the smoker talking shop a ltd smoking
bad cigars until we got to Dalton, Ga., a
shady, sleepy little one-horse place, Ita
principal excuse for existence being that
two important railway lines run through
it. The-trains of the Southern aiKl the
Western Atlantic run into the same little
union nation.
"Leaving the station to the southward,
the single tracks of the two rival lines
run side by side for a distance of live
or ?ix miles over a perfectly level stretch
Of country. So near fcgetlur are the
rails of the two rival roads that the cars
of the trains running side by side appear
to almost touch sides. We had not par
ticularly noticed this foct before, but wo
will never forget it again. At least my
friend won't, for he won't be allowed to.
I guess.
CROWDS UNWONTED INTEREST.
"On.this particular afternoon we »•->
--tlced that the population of DslHqb gath
ered about the union station in groups o e
soft-spoken, felt-hatted young and ol.'.
men, young ladies looking mighty clean
and pretty in lawn an.l muslin, and
sleucbJag, smiling negroes seemed to dis
play a little more Interest than usual.
"Our tram had just come to a stand
still when a passenger train of the West
ern & Atlantic rumbled in en the othei
trae'e to our right, with the locomotive
bell ringing slowly, and stopped with a
loud hiss, of steam from the air brakts.
As the few passengers entered our ctir
one, a gray-haired man past middle age
with a broad-brimmed light hat. a
himself behind us and stuck his head out
of the window:
" 'Judge, 1 hope to take yo' mone>
san. 1 he. observed to a gray-whiskered
man (J n the platform.
■•' 'All right CVn'l,' responded the other
vlif. £Hi£ {. kn°w.J'ou do. but I reckon
yoowlH be disappointed this trip '
■lhe same sort of bantering was going
on all over the station, and there was
a look of expectancy on everybody's face
tuven the conductor on our train had a
sort of preoccupied air. We noticed thfc
but thought possibly it referred to the
outcome of some sporting event at one
of the country fairs, and paid no more
attention to it for the moment.
" 'All aboa'd,' sang out the conductor of
our train.
" 'AH aboa'd.' came almost instantly
from the Western & Atlantic conductor
The engines of both trains gave a vig
orous puff and then a rapid succession
•of them as their driving wheels slipped on I
the raiis. VV> were off together and I
gathered headway unusually quick' Tin*
two engines almost puffed in unison ;ts
we cleared the station shed and eot out
into the bright light.
" 'When is that darned train going to
get out of my sight?' exclaimed my
friend, who was sitting with a comic pa
per in his hand on the end of a seat near
est the window facing the W. & A. train
"Out we went with a clatter beyond the
roundhouse and railway shops, through
the little fiefd of tracks and frogs and
switches, the W. & A. train keeping
! beside us. We cleared the last little
warehouses, and then the negTo huts,
with their family groups waving the CU3
tomary frantic adieu, and reached the
open country. The chug-a-chug of our
engine had become so rapid that it had
mergt-d into cne long continuous hiss, and
we could feel r.ur car begin to rock as it
whirled over the roadb-<l.
CARS KEPT SIDE BY SIDE.
"We looked across the aisle through th;
windows on our left and saw the fences
and trees and telegraph poles fly by like
a phantom procession. But when we
looked to our right we cc aned to be
standing stitl. There was the same car
of the \V. & A. train that had stood op
posite us In the station, it was rocking
heavily, but seemed to be attached to us
in some way. Its window opposite would
slowly go ahead B few inches a^nd then
recede as much. I pulled off my hat and
looked down between the two cars. The
strip of ground between the Hacks was
floating by 'ike a trembling white rib
bon and the ends of the cross ties, as
we flew over them, resembled a solid
black border to the ribbon of white. P.is
s^n^.-rs in oUi' car began to wuk. up and
wonder what made the e»r rock so and
to. ask each other what the matter was.
"The conductor entered the front of
the car <'nd made his way down the
aisle, hoiding on to the hack of the
seats and taking tickets as he came. The
colonel behind him hailed nirr "-"niiiuily
and excited Ij
" 'By gad. Tom. but Bud Device Is lift
ing her along.' he shouted above the
roar of the trains.
" 'He is. .cah. He is indeed letting her
out!' replied the conductor, smiling grim
ly-
"'l observe, though,' continued the J
colonel uneasily, 'that the representative
o( thi-; soulless corporation on our right
Is doing likewise'—and the din shut out
h s \ .lice.
We knew now that it was a race be
tween passenger locomotives along this
level stretch of road, and that there was
"money up' on it. Everybody was awake
now and some were excited. One old lady
was becoming seasick with the roc-kini?
at the car. One thin old man who wore
a skull cap shouted that it was a shame
to allow it, but the majority were keyed
up with the excitement of the situation.
"We had flown en for about four miles
of the six, ami the landscape on our left
whizzed by in a greenish blur, splatched
with yellow and brown. On our rlßht was
always the self-same car. tailing behind h.
few Inches now and then, but always forg
ing up again with wearisome persistency.
Passengers in the two cars tried to shout
_3
"Wha' consarndlsh idiot T am! Musht got ver* drunk—wake up and fin<l my
t>elf_ behiad th' bars-nrst time ever in jail in nY 1:
defiance at each other across the Interven
ing space of a couple of feet, but their
voices were drowned in the roar of trains.
FACE rx THE OPPOSITE WINDOW.
"In the window of the other car, di
rectly opposite ours, was found the face
of one of the prettiest girls I ever Looked
at. She was about twenty-two. I judge,
and from what could be seen of her was
one of those young wonK-n who go in for
athletics and outdoor syo-rt.s that have a
litUe element of danger In them. H"i
patrician countenance was nut off by the
most beautiful black hair, llnp cheeks
were tinted a deep red. and her
blazed with the excitement of the raci .
Beyond her on the same seat could be
Been a stout old lady in black, with a pale
face, handling a bottie of smelling salts
"Whenever the W. and A. window wont
ahead a few inches, the young woman
could not repress an exultant glance at
our window, and when, as always hap
pened, it came slowly back, she showed
keen disappointment My friend next the
window and our vis-a-vis began to ex
change glances of defiance.
"Right here is where my friend's colos
sal nerve came- in. Taking out •: card he
wruce upon it. 'Must leave >"v now,' and
leaning out of the window "with that in
nocent, harmless look that ha-s disarmed
many a stubborn harness dealer thrust
it into tie girl's hand. The W. and A
train lost six Inches here, bul a few sec
onds later the window with the picture in
it again cam<> up opposite US, and thig
time she had a bit of white in her hand
My friend reached out a^ain tn the
whistling air current between the ears
and clutched it. It was h«r dainty card,
and on it was: 'Why? Are you going
back^'
•'He nut it in his pocket quickly, and
just then the W. and A. train "forged
ahead half a dozen feet, and its engine
screamed victoriously. We had reached
the end of the course, and the two trains
-h ,t away on the diverging tracks, just
as our vis-a-vls cast an exultant smile at
Only another month before the Glorious *T
y 4th and you've not ordered that New*T
Suit yet. Don't let it go too long or4§>
4^ we may not be able to get it out on
time.
Better drop in and leave your measure j^
f At Once. J
<*^ You know our prices are 0. X, A
4* Suits to Your ffleas^e, - S2© to S©o
«^ Trousers and Fasiey ¥est& ? S5 to $12 4«|>
<L^ (Wad 3 RJg?«t r?or3 in St. Paul.)
A^ "Helio, B:ll!" Elks' Canuvai begins tomorrow. aX
us and waved her ha mi. v ■ the
"Thia did not "n;l It for my friend,
however. I didn't, see him :•>! near!}
months, and the:) he looked kind „f rad
ish when 1 mentioned thai railroad race
t<> him. Six months ago he wrote i
Cii ctnnatl th;it he won the nice after all.
The girl was a New Yorker, he said, who
was on her way to Florida two years aojo
with her mother, l^ikl wa-s on the W. and
A. train, lie cot her card durtiiK the
which, by the waj
I r.-:!:; i heir plaj es, „
gun a correspondence In fun.
here as best m .
f fi' ;■ >j »?o!n.^ • down
life's track on th* same train. Tell you
more about it nest week. Just as !
though. N\-rv..'s the thlnfc." and the
man heaved n sigh and w. Nt on up to l>: d.
A K'.nld Kiikllv AAVcI.mI.
New Fork Weekly.
Housekeeper- Thar milk you left
terday was perfectly horrid. It tasted of
girlie.
Milkman—Milk is easilj mum.
Had \ou been cookin' garlic?
"No, we haven't,"
"Been keepin' garlic in th' mi Ik pans,
maybi 7"
"We never nae it."
"Queer. Maybe -Jime o" th' neighbors
has been cookin' garlic."
"No, t hey havi n't."
"Any visitors at your hi
"Not even a caller, except my d
tor's French teacher."
"Hm! Better drop French, mum."
You'll be sorry If you don't get
Baker's Premium Coffee | j nur
grocer's before they're go
Two G«"n<l«'iiip 21 From Buffalo
Write about the Badger-State K>
the day train. Twin I .lo;ik'>. via
the North-Western Line, a
The first one saying.
"I have traveled continuously ten thou
sand miles and have found
Ice on the Badger-State Expr<
• ttier one Bays:
"1 have never made a more enjoyable
daylight trip on any railroad, and my
wife was especially pleased with th<
nd polite attention of the
and the equipment and I t he,
Badger-State Express."
The Badger-State Express 1« an up-to
date train, la fitted with wide -
tibulea and has Observation-Parlor Cars,
vith luxurious smoking rooms and
service, it. is the Rrst and only triiu of
this class in the West.
'!'»••• II ii limn Jaw.
The muscles of the human Jaw exert
;i pounds.

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