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THE VIOLET. Ob., some may tint of the rose red. And some of the lilies pule. Gibers mar sing o" the daffodil. And some of the wild flower frail; But I will sing of the violet The tender violet. The fragrant violet. That grows Id the dewy vale. T!ie red. red rose has many a thorn; riie lily is eold as snow. The daffodil has no sweet perfume. Anil the wild flower's blooms soon go. Rut Mip dearest flower is the violet. V The sun bathed violet, ' Tlie star l4ed violet. That shines w.-,-he mosses grow. AH hail the flr.wer we love the best. The first iu the spring we greet: It modestly smiles wherever we go, I 'lose down by our hurrying feet. The sweetest flower is the violet The purple violet. The gold-eyed violet Immure and pure and sweet. ! MONEY AND MICROBES J R. SILAS B. WOKES, the cele brated Chicago m 111 loiin lro. thrust his hiitulH into his pock ets and planted his feet flriuly on the heurtbrug. His buck was to the fire, ami his face displayed obstinacy. "I tell, you, Elsie, I won't have It!" be snapped. "You know my move, and I don't reckon on being checkmated by a slip of o girl'." "But, dad, dear " "Tu-ta! 1 don't like veneered caress es. I know 1 nln't very dear to you Just now, because you can't have your own way. Now, don't cry!" he added, with the air of a man who was forcing himself to be bearish. "Crocodile tears are as bad as as the other thing. You're my only daughter. Elsie my trump card, d'ye see? So I guess I'm going to play that card for all It's worth and thnt's n title In the fam'ly, by my calculation. A baronet's easy, even chances on a lord, and it ain't 10 to 1 against an earl a real, live, belted earl, Elsie. What d'ye think I brought you to Hugland for? To marry that pale faced wlsk of a sawbones?" "I should think, dad," Elsie said, with her eyes flashing through her tears, "that, as I'm your only daughter, your 'move' might have been to make me happy!" "Happy? And why shouldn't you he happy!" "Ho you think a girl can be u-happy," she eohbed. "If she can't marry the only man she can ever Move?" "Love?" he roared. "Do you dare to say you love that lemtne-look-ut-your-tongue puppy?" "He Isn't a puppy! He's clever ev erybody says so and I do love him! So there, dad!" Mr. Wokes swallowed his rising wrath. "Very well." he said at length. "You've hud your say, Elsie, and now I'll have mine. I reckon you enn choose your own husband, so long as he's got handle to his name. I can't Bay fairer than that But If you marry pestle-aad-niortar I'll disown you I'll cut you off without a penny! In this matter. ne and for all, I'm going to have my wa!" The following day Dr. Henry Bennett mad a formal call and asked the Ametlcan for the hand of Elsie. "I bve your daughter, Mr. W'okes" he snl simply, "and my Income is suf ficient to allow of our living In com fort, thugh not In luxury." "Now, look here, my lad," said the Amcrlcep with his hami In his pockets and hY back to the flreagaln, "I talked this oy-r with Elsie yesterday, and I tell yon plainly I'm sorry, but It's quite Impossible). I reckon I've other views coucerng her." "Hlghtr views, sir, I presume?" "Possibly," said Mr. Wokes laconi cally. The young doctor's face flushed a lit tle. "If that Is yout final decision, sir," he said, evidently tndenvorlng to stifle some sudden emotion which had seized him, "I suppose I mist how to It." The American grutfed. He could not help liking the. straightforward young fellow. "Of course," said thi younger man, with a stifled smile, "I inould not think of marrying Elsie without your con sent; hut It you that Is, f I I mean if ever yon should give youi consent, sir, -I suppose you will never again with draw It?" "If ever I consent." said tie million aire, grimly, "I well, I pronise you I won't withdraw It." The conversation of the tvo men dropped Into ordinary topics. After a While Dr. Bennett arose, and, holding -out his hand, said: "You will excuse me, I hops Mr. "I'M. CUT VOt' OFF WITHOUT A PENNY!" Wokes. If I mention a matter about which I am exceedingly curious?" "Well?" was the suspicious Interro gation. "As you perhaps know, a medical man who Is ambitious to make a name lu the profession nowadays must study deeply and almost exclusively some Im portant special feature of pathology. The special feature I have singled out for myself Is the study of those fami lies of bacteria which, it Is now known, are the causes of various pain ful and er-unsightly discuses of the skin." The millionaire's face puckered a lit tle, but be made no remark. "If," resumed the young man, with an effort to summon the necessary amount of check, "you would not con sider me too impertinent In er men tioning the matter, I should like to that Is. It would be a 1 mean, sir. I should like to er study your case." "Study my what sir?" roared the millionaire, with a face the color of beetroot. "Those disfigurements upon your countenance," said the young doctor, Roftly, "are caused by microscopic liv ing organisms called bacteria. I can kill them." The millionaire smiled queerly. "You're cute!" he grinned. "If you can kill them that Is, If you can give me a clean complexion I'll give you a 100-guinea fee two, if you like but I won't give Elsie!" Dr. Bennett smiled good-humoredly. "I haven't said Elsie was to be the fee," he said. "No; and you'd better not! That gun won't carry lead, my lad!" "Will you call at my rooms to-morrow at 4?" said the bacteriologist, mus ingly. "Yes, I'll come," Said the millionaire. Punctually at 4 on the following day Silas B. Wokes was ushered Into the private room of Dr. Harry Bennett The budding scientist was reading and smoking furiously at the same time a characteristic of medical students. Over the table hung an Intensely pow erful electric light around which were movable screens of different vivid col ors. He arose with extended hand as the American approached. Proceeding to n cabinet in a darkened corner of the room, the doctor unlocked it with great care. Inside were a host of small vials, gelatine tubes and watch glasses containing drops of fluid, all labeled and arranged with much meth od and care. Selecting one of the small bottles, he read the label carefully, then drew part of the contents Into a hypodermic syringe. "One slight Injection In the center of each cheek will do for to-day, Mr. Wokes." The American submitted with an Ill grace to the operation. Afterward, when the doctor went to replace the vial and syringe lu the cabinet he, ex cited by curiosity, arose and followed him. "Funny little wild beast show In there, doctor?" "Well," said the young bacteriologist "some are, perhaps, funny. Those lit tle bottles on the left, for instance, each contain a family of the parasites which color the noses of certain monkeys a delightful red." "Ha, ha! You're Joking?" "Not at all. I assure you. Some, though, are not so funny. You see that tiny piece of gelatine to the right? If you mistook it for sticking plaster, and placed It upon a wounded finger, you would most probably be a leper in a month." "Great Scott!" gasped the American, retreating hastily. "You might make a mistake!" The doctor smiled curiously. "Our methodical training does not al low us to do that. Mr. Wokes. And, now, good day. Will you call on me again In a fortnight?" "Good gracious, dad!" exclaimed Elsie, at breakfast one morning, about a week after the American's visit to Dr. Bennett, "what's that blue spot on your cheek? And I do believe Well, I never If there isn't one on the other side, too!" He stirred his coffee viciously, and took up the morning paper. "What Is it dad?" Elsie asked anx iously. "Is anything the matter?" "It's nothing, my girl," her father said, in a somewhat gentler tone, for her evident anxiety touched him. "It'll be all right in a day or so, I guess." But It was not. At the end of a fort night the spots on his face were as large as half crowns. His health was perfect but those patches shiny, un erasable, and intensely bluekept him a prisoner in his own house. One morning as Dr. Bennett sat In the luxury of an after-breakfast smoke, the American was announced, and en tered In a state of considerable agita tion. The young specialist eyed him keenly. "I see you've come, Mr. Wokes," he murmured. "Come?" roared the patient "Come? Yes; I've come! What devil's game have you played on me, you " "Sit down," Interrupted the doctor, calmly, lighting a cigarette with an air of utmost nonchalance. "I have now a paper in my desk, prepared for presentation at the next meeting of the Royal Society, dealing with my discov eries, and especially with certain meth ods which I have perfected for destroy ing bacteria with properly directed and various colored rays." The millionaire neither moved nor spoke. The doctor flecked the ash from bis cigarette and stared Into the bright fire meditatively. "When you came to me." he resumed, after a pause of some length, "I Inject ed Into you a cultivation of a species of microbe whose colonies cause the barm- less blue patches on the skins f cer tain tribes of monkeys. I am the only man on earth who knows how to de stroy them. With the whoop of a wounded savaga the American leaped to his feet "Listen to me, Mr. Wokes," said Dr. Bennett sternly. "A fortnight ago I asked for the band of your daughter Elsie. You refused, knowing well that we love each other. I would have1 mar ried her without your consent for I never wanted a half penny of . your dirty money: bet Elsie Is a dutiful daughter and would sacrifice her happi ness and mine to a mistaken sense of duty to you. You, for the sake of grati fying a vulgar ambition, would accept the poor girl's sacrifice and ruin her happiness forever, to say nothing of mine. "My love for her is greater than any other passion or ambition of mine. I have no desire for success in my call ing, no wish even to continue living without her. What I have done. If you choose to give your secret to the public, will most certainly blight my career; but for that I don't care a fig. "In a secret drawer of my writing desk Is the paper dealing with the com bination of colors and focus of the light rays which alone can destroy the living organisms which thrive upon your countenance. If you Insist upon spoiling Elsie's life and mine, by heaven I'll spoil yours, and send you from middle age to the grave a blue-faced baboon! I can kill the organism In six hours If I desire. . "Hear me out!" he continued hastily, as the American made a movement "I know well enough that men of your type look upon love as mere nonsense. You think that human affect Ion should be second to human vanity. You are wrong. I love Elsie and can make ber happy. If you do not consent to our marriage I vow to heaven that paper shall be burned to-night!" Dr. Henry Bennet now appends F. B. S. to his name. He has no more ardent admirer than Silas B. Wokes, million aire, unless It be his pretty wife, Elsie. Utica Globe. A DISAPPEARING RIVER. Stream in Utah Flows Into Enormous Hole in the Ground. F. II. Hitchcock, of Washington, one of the subcblefs of the Department of Agriculture, lately returned from a 17.000-mile trip down the Atlantic coast, Into Mexico up the Pacific coast, and finally home across the northern part of the United States. He was one of a party from the de partment on an Investigating tour. They discovered many remarkable things, he says, but the most astonish ing was a river which disappears mid way In Its course during the summer season. The river is known as the Dry Fork, in northwestern Utah, a tributary to Ashley Creek. So far as Is known, his party was the first to have reported the existence of the stream. About fourteen miles from Its source In the Uinta Mountains the stream reaches a large basin or sink, whose walls are from seventy-five to 100 feet high. The pool Is apparently bottom less and the water In It revolves with a slow, circular motion, caused either by the Incoming flood or by suction from below. The only visible outlet to this pool Is a narrow rock channel, from which a little water flows, but which is soon lost to sight a few hun dred yards below. A measurement of the main stream just above the pool showed a volume of ninety-six cubic feet of water pass ing each second, but this entire flood disappears in the basin. The stream bed for miles below Is perfectly dry. About seven miles below this Inter esting pool are several springs, some times empty, sometimes full. It is thought that the water which disap pears in the upper pool flows uuder grouud deep below In the gravels which form the bed of the stream, says the New York Times, and In times of rain fall heavier than usual appears again In part In the large springs below. Named for Sigsbee. The deepest valley In the Gulf of Mexico is named "Sigsbee's Deep," af ter Its discoverer, and the scientific name of Sigsbeia murrhtna Is given to one of the rarest species of deep-sea fauna. It was Sigsbee, too, who dis covered near the Morro light, not far from the spot where the Maine now lies, many beautiful specimens of the pentacrinl. or sea lilies, and who, while in command of the Blake, placed at the disposal of scientific Investigators the first extensive collection of this ancient genus. Thus has Captain Sigsbee as sociated his name with the harbor of Havana, both by scientific investiga tes and by exhibition of the highest qualities of command. We have the authority of Prof. Alexander Agassis for saying that the success of the sci entific party on the Blake was largely due, not only to Captain Sigsbee's ca pacity as a commander and to bis ac tive Interest in scientific Investigation, but to the numerous Improvements In the apparatus for deep-sea dredging and sounding originating with him. New York Independent Wonderful Dancing Feat. A wonderful feat In dancing Is re corded from Berlin. At a recent ball a prize of a gold ring was offered to the lady who waltzed the longest without stopping. Twelve couples competed. They began waltzing at 12:30 a. m. and It was 6:45 a. m. before the winner and ber partner stopped waltzing. By 2:20 five couples dropped out and at 4:15 another lady fainted. Two more couples dropped out at 4:45 and at 4:50 only two couples remained on the floor. Man may be made of dust, but be doesn't always settle. LARGEST TELEPHONE SYSTEM IN THE WORLD AND f f t y, i,- -.it i ... h Wwtrv HOW THE OPERATORS ATTEND THE GIGANTIC SWITC1TROAUD. The new Cortlandt Telephone Exchange in New York la the largest and most elaborate system of the kind la the world. From this center there are more wires operated than in Loudon and Paris combined. The telephone exchangs occupies one of the largest blocks in New York City, with an arcade from Cortlamlt to Dey street. The operating room, which is V-shaped, Is t74 feet wide, with two wings, the west being 128 feet long and the east wing 105 feet in length. The gigantic switchltoard, which is the largest oue ever constructed, being 2.lt feet long, carries MO trunk lines, whlls the distributing board has a capacity of 20.000 lines. There are 470.000 awiMhcs on the switchboard and 1 1,000 Incea desceut lamp signals. There are 12(1 operators continually at the swltehloard. They occupy the entire ninth floor, which is fitted up for their especial comfort. There is a dining room, the company providing them lunch; a reading room, with newspapers and magazines, ami each girl is provided with a separate tocker. The system by which this exchange is operated is new also. There are no bells used. When a subscriber takes down the receiver to call a on in her the exchange is automatically signaled by the lighting of a amall incandescent lamp. Ten thousand stationa can be operated from this exchange, which bus recently been completed at a cost of ovsr $:oo,ooo. 1 HIS PERMANENT TITLE. British Nobleman Surprised to Find Irishman HoniethinK of a Knight. A little company of men, among them Mark Twain and a few of the most prominent members of the Now York bar, were sipping their after-dinner coffee at the Lotos Club the other even lug when Mr. Clemens, who for a few seconds had relapsed Into a reverie, suddenly drew himself together and related the following: "Although I could vouch for the au thenticity of this story and might men tion names, I feel a little delicate about toying with titles even In this demo cratic assemblage. Therefore when I have finished do not consult Burke's peerage. "A few -days ago a scion of the Brit ish aristocracy paid his first visit to New York. He was accompanied sim ply by his valet, and after transport ing his luggage from the ship engaged a suite of rooms at a prominent up town hotel, not nbove 34th street As he had simply taken a cursory view of the city from the cab window he fared forth after a hearty dinner to see the sights. Reaching Broadway, between 24tb and Zld streets, he stopped to look about him, and as each new feature of the scene struck In upon his attention he breathed 'Ah!' Still gazing he pro duced a cigar, and searched in his pockets for a match. Finding none he crossed over to the entrance of the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and accosted a red-haired, rather flashily dressed young man: I " 'But, me dear man, could I trouble ! you for a bit of fire?' The red-haired Individual produced a match and po-1 litely offered it to the Englishman, who soon was puffing bis cigar with evident satisfaction. In a few minutes he con tinued the conversation: " 'Bah Jove! This is a wonderful city. 'Tls a marvelous city. But d'ye know, me dear man, that the most Im pressive thing to me is the absolute lack of Interest taken In me personal ity. Now, In dear old Lunnin, d'ye know, I couldn't walk a block along J the Strand or even on any byway of the west end but I'd be saluted: "Ah, Sir James a very clever morning," or the like. 'Twould be the same In Paris, Berlin and Vienna. But here I'm a to tal Btranger, d'ye know. 'Tls deuced queer. Beg pardon, me dear man, hut I forgot I am Sir James Knolly, Knight of the Garter, Knight of the Bath, Knight of the Iron Cross, Knight of the Double Eagle, and Knight of the Golden Fleece. On the other side, d'ye know, I am a person of consequence. "There was an Intense pause, which Sir James finally Interrupted: " 'D'ye mind telling me, my dear man, what Is your name?' "The red-haired individual addressed drew himself up to his full height," said Mr. Clemens, according to the New York Times, "and In a deep, rich brogue replied: "'Me name is John Maglnnis, night before last night before that, last night, to-night an' 'twas an' will be every night plain John Maglnnis.' " NOT A DYING RACE. Mohawk Bays the Indian Has a Great Future. J. O. Brant-Sero, otherwise known as OJiJatckba, which is Mohawk for "Burning Flower," Is a Canadian In dian who lectured recently at the as sembly rooms, Longacre, on Indian life In Canada. Mr. Brant-Sero Is a full-blooded Mo hawk, plus the education of an Intellec tual white man. He lectured to the British Association at Glasgow, by spe cial request on the manners and cus toms of the Mohawk tribes In Canada. Last night he said to a press repre sentative: "I started to travel when I was 11 years old, and I have been pretty much over the world since then. My line of study is the backward races. I don't care much about Greek and Roman antiquities, nnd consequently I have never bothered much about them; but I have always believed that the backward races had something lu them that was very little understood." "Does Canada treat Its Indians better than the United States does theirs?" "Well, Canada partly does, and she partly does not The people of the United States have slowly changed their Ideas toward us. There is scarce ly a respectable home In the United States without a picture of some cele brated Indian chief. The United States Is now proud of Its association with the Indian tribes, but Canada Is scarcely so. From the point of general treatment there Is not much to choose between either country. "In both places the Indian tribes are on the Increase. There are more In dians in Canada now than there were when Christopher Columbus first land ed In America. The Idea that the backward races must die out Is now exploded. It was because people were trying to shove a form of civilization down our necks which did not suit us. When we got to the real foundations of civilization then we began to steadily Increase. Iu Canada we are all under the Ontario school system, and from the education that Indians are getting to-day, I maintain that there Is a big future before them iu every walk of life. "We shall always maintain our tradi tions as a separate race, and we are taking steps to print the old legends and traditions. They must never die out Longfellow's 'Hiawatha' Is a beau tiful story, but It Is not the true Indian legend. When we print the stories of our race, we shall give them as they are, without alteration." If Mr. Brant-Sero Is an average speci men of the educated Indian, bis conten tion is decidedly true. "Burning Flow er" speaks like an educated white man, and In addition, has the Impenetrable reserve and tremendous energy which characterizes his race. London Express. WARNED BY A LIZARD. Miner's Pet Received Poor Keward for Ita Trouble, However. Stories of pet animal which have rendered some Important service to their musters are not uncommon. On Is apt. however, to associate such ser vices with creatures of a high order of Intelligence, and would hardly expect a lizard to play the part of monitor; but the Lelbure Hour describes un In teresting incident of that kind which happened lu Australia. A gold-digger hud tamed a bright eyed Australian lizard, which made bis quarters In the miners' tent, and was an object of Interest and attention on the part of all the men In camp. On the march be made bis home In bis muster's serge blouse, running up the arm of the loose garment, or round the full front above the tight waist band, as fancy took him. When the camp was pitched for the night, he em ployed himself by making the most careful Inspection of the Immediate surroundings within and without the tent. He made himself acquainted with every stone, turf, stump or hole within what be considered bis domain, eventually retiring with the sun to the blanket on his master's bed, where be Invariably slept. On one occasion he became restless during the night, and began to run rap Idly backward and forward over bis master's face, making at the same time a low, spitting noise, like that of an angry cat By this means be at length aroused the sleeper, who gently pushed him away several times, speaking soothingly In the hope of quieting the excited little creature. But the lizard would not be soothed; on the contrary, having attracted at tention, he continued his rapid move ments, until at length his master, con vinced that something was wrong, got up, struck a light and looked round HOW IT IS OPERATED the tent. The sharp eyes of the lizard followed every movement with Intenso Interest. Nothing unusual could le seen, and the miner lay down ngnln. He whs scarcely asleep, however, before the lizard waked him again, ami losing pa tience, be seized the creature and In the darkness tossed lilm from the bed across the tent. In his Involuntary flight the little animal struck the tent pole with con siderable force, nnd half of his tall was broken off a matter of no very great Importance to a lizard, perhaps, but still a discouraging reward for a well-meant warning. Nevertheless, the maimed little reptile returned to the tied, kept close to his master, and continued restless and excited all tua rest of the night. At daybreak, when the tents were struck, and the bedding rolled up, ready to be placed on the cart, the mys tery was explained. In the scrub and fern thrown underneath tho bedding, to keep It from the bare ground, a huge tiger snake with several young ones was discovered. The tiger snake Is of a kind much feared by the colonists, and, like most snakes, has a pronounced odor, which, no doubt, had made the lizard aware of Its presence. It bad probably crept Into the tent after the lizard hud mnde Its evening inspection of the premises. Aa Urenn Haw rant. After a memorlul service lu Westmin ster Abbey at which General Grant then traveling In England, was pres ent, Deun Stanley asked John Richard Green, the historian, to go Into the deanery. It was to Introduce Mr. Green to the American general. The presenta tion took place. Grunt shook hands and said, "Mr. Green," in a dry voice, and said no more. This moved the Englishman to write to a friend: "I think Grunt seems almost to rival the man who 'can be silent In eleven lan guages,' " and to tell a story of another taciturn man, Moltke. A young sub altern found himself put by error Int the same compartment with the Prus sian (leld-marshal. "Pardon, sir!" said the subaltern, when he entered, and "Pardon, sir!" when the trulti stopped, and be could at lust retire. "What an Insufferable prater!" said Moltke. In the course of the conversation that afternoon, Dean Stanley talked of the ex-President's "laying down the scep ter," which Green thought hardly a republican phrase, but Lord O'Hagaa, to whom he repeutcd It, promptly said: "Grant must have laid down some thing; he hud no crown to lay dowa. and he certainly would not lay dowa his pipe!" "Grant Is a short, square, bourgeois looking man, rather like a shy but hon est draper," Is the finishing touch t this unaffected sketch, which has beea taken from Green's "Letters." "StlM he could take a look of dignity whea one was 'presented,' and I did not for get that he hud been a ruler of men." School for Houbrettes. Some w hut like American dramatic Bcliools, but specialized In accordance with the German tendency to speciali zation In everything, is the school for soubrettes In Berlin. Here these sprightly and entertaining persons are taught everything that belongs to their art upon the stage. They learn how ta dance, bow to make up, bow to pose, bow to talk and bow to do the myriad things thut make an entertaining and artistic soubrette a very valuable fac tor In the plays and comedies In which they appear. Don't accumulate too muny side Is sues. Notice, some day, bow mack time you devote to side Issues that are not Important A man will be very much Interest e4 Id bis wife's gosrdp, and then scold fear for repeating such talk.