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Who fails t mw for fear fhnl li Kindi not bo boro to reap Must lie in Monk obscurity Through all his linal sloop. The bard who sang, long, long ago, When no one lent an oar. Bang on for lore of singing, though They scoffed who chanced to hear. Todnj moil seek his grave and bow Beside his monument — Wo laud the noble poet now Who couldn’t pay his rent. A CHANGE OF PURPOSE. It was a bright morning, and a girl was breakfasting alone in the some what dingy sitting room of a Blooms bury lodging house. She was young and pretty, with delicate, thoughtful looking features. She glanced at the clock —it ranted a few minutes to 9 then rose from her seat and walking to the window, pulled back the faded red curtains. "A clear sky—there will be a splen did light soon for Phil,” she exclaimed. She turned and made her way back to the fireplace. An envelope on the man telpiece caught her eye. It was an old one, and had been there for some weeks, but she took it down once again, and drew a card out —a mere ordinary card, with the words, “Madge, from Dick,” written upon it. She gazed at it reflectively; then replaced it with a little sigh. “Ah, Dick!” she murmured, “if only things had gone a little better with us!” The chimes of a clock striking the hour caught her ear, and she made hurried preparations for her departure. On her way down she tapped at a door, and opened it half an inch. “Many happy returns of the day, Phil, dear!” she called out. “Its a lovely morning. Good-by!” She ran down the stairs lightly. In the hall she was met by an elderly looking man in a velveteen coat. She nodded brightly to him, and he opened the door for her. “Your brother’s birthday?” he asked with a smile. “Yes. We must do something to night in honor of it, and you must help us, Mr. Lintell! Good-by—l shall he late for my 'bus!” About an hour later Phil Halstan emerged from his room. He was a tall, well-built young fellow, with a some what heavy, indolent looking face. 1-Ie ate a leisurely breakfast, then, lighting a cigarette, dropped into an armchair by the tire and let his eyes travel slow ly round the dull room. A look of dis gust crept to his face. “Ugh!” he exclaimed. "How horribly mean and sordid it all looks! Shall I ever get out of it!” Presently he rose, and, going to a ■corner by the window, drew forward an easel. He sat before it and gazed at the blank canvas. Then he felt for his box of brushes and fingered them med itatively. * Finally he laid them down and looked out of the window. There was a tap at the door, and the next moment old Mr. Lintell en tered. He lived on the upper floor and had got to be very friendly with Madge and her brother. “I won’t interrupt you,” he began with a glance at the easel. "I only came to offer you my best wishes!” “Thanks! Please don’t go,” cried Phil, as the old man moved toward the door. “Fact is, I don't think I shall do much more work now—rather thought of giving myself a holiday. My birthday, you know!" he added half jocularly. Old Lintell came forward slowly. He looked at the blank canvas. “It’s going to be a great thing!” ex plained Phil. “I'm working out the idea now—it takes time, you know.” The old man nodded and looked out of the window. He had been thinking a good deal of Phil lately—this boy who got up late, sat dreaming half the day, and loafed the other, who had never earned a penny in his life, kept in idleness by a devoted sister who, as typist in a solicitor's office, worked hard from morn to night, believing tn him heart and soul. He glanced up sharply at Phil. “Might I see your portfolio?” he said. “I used to know something about art.” Phil pulled it out with alacrity, and opened it for the old man's inspection. Mr. Lintell turned them over one by one. They were crude and badly done, with no sign of distinctive ability whatever. “Well?” asked Phil eagerly. lie shared his sister’s belief in himself. “Give me your candid opinion.” Mr. Lintell wiped his glasses and proceeded to oblige him. He told him the truth, the unpleasant, naked truth —and a wave of color swept over young Phil’s cheek. Then he laughed. “It’s too ridiculous,” he cried. Old Mr. Lintell rose from his chair and made his way to the door. “Im sorry.” he said, “but I thought you ought to know.” Phil laughed again as the door closed on the old man —but it was an uncom fortable sort of laugh —the laugh of a man whose mind had been suddenly confronted with anew aspect of the case. He strode up and down the room. “Of course, I shall be famous some day—shall pay little Madge back a thousand fold —and she doesn’t mind working at present!” he reflected. “And he said I hadn't a particle of ability, that I was wasting my time, that I ought to be earning my living, keeping Madge, instead of letting her —!” He glanced toward the window. The sun was shining temptingly. He walked to the mantelpiece and found two half-crowns which Madge had left there. Unthinkingly he slipped these COMPENSATION. Who idly KnrvfP nnd shakes his head And sighs and murmurs: “No! Kro reaping time 1 shall be dead, Why bother, then, to sow?” — For him no shaft shall ever rist T'o claim the pilgrim s gaze. No love shall center where lie lies, No honor crown his days! Who plants lias hope, anti though he may Not see the fruitful fall. He has foreseen a glorious day, And triumphs, after all. —S. E. Kiser. into his pocket, then, taking hat and stick, made his way out of the house. He meant to go for a long walk, to think out his great idea. But he found he could think of nothing but old Mr. lJnteH's words. The idiotic sentences kept running through his head. He, Phil Halstan, a mere loafer! The thing was absurd; Madge herself would be the first to say so. He walked for some time, and made an effort to think of something else, j Presently he dropped into cheap res taurant to have lunch. He sat down to a table; next to him two men were talking rather excitedly. "I don’t care who it is!” one was declaring emphatically. “The chap who loafs while a woman works for ’im is a ’ouud, and deserves to be kicked! Why, I’d sooner sweep the roadway!” Phil, with a red face, rose and hur riedly left the place. It was half-past two the same after noon when Madge ran lightly up the staircase of the house in Bloomsbury, and hurst into the sitting room. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. She saw a young man standing by the window. His back was turned to her. “Phil!” she cried joyously, “I have a half holiday!” The figure in tbp window turned and she gave a little cry of surprise. “Dick,” she gasped in astonishment. Dick Evington came toward her, holding out his hand. “Just Dick,” he answered with a smile. He caught her hand and stood looking into her face. “Something has happened, Madge, and I've come up at once from Anington to tell you about it.” There was a dainty flush on her cheeks; he thought ho had never seen her look so beautiful. “I hope it is something good for you Dick,” she said. “In it?" “I don’t know —yet,” he said slowly. “That is, until I’ve heard what you have to say.” Now it happened that at this mo ment Phil Halstan was wending his way homewards. He let himself in with his latchkey and went up to their room. The door was not quite shut, and he heard voices—Madge’s and an others. He recognized it after a mo ment. Then he caught a few of the words. He glanced around. The land ing was dark. Hardly knowing what he did, he sank down on the first stair and listened. “I knew things would come right at last. Madge, dear!” Evington’s voice was saying. “Hut I didn’t think it. would be as splendid as this. A good post abroad—only open to a married man, too!” There was a pause. Outside Phil grasped the bannister. There was a alight movement by him, and turning his head he found Lintell had crept to his side. Then they heard Madge’s voice. It was lew and tremulous. “I’m so sorry, Dick, but —” “Why, Madge, you love me?” “Yes. love you, Dick—always have loved you—always shall! But —” There was a pause, then in a whisper, “There's Phil!” Old Lintell laid a hand on the young man's shoulder. “But surely Phil won't mind!” cried Evington. “He is a man and can earn his own living. He would not wish you to give up this. “You don't understand, Dick!" There were tears in Madge’s voice this time. “Some day Phil will be a great artist, be famous, but just now—he wants my help! Oh, Dick, I'm so sorry, but-I can’t leave him—can’t go with you— though I love you so!” Phil Halstan shook old Lintell’s hand from his shoulder, and rose sud denly to his feet. He stood for a mo ment undecided, then crept away on tip-toe to the stairs. Old Lintell fol lowed. “What are you going to do?" he said. Phil made no reply. He crammed his hat on his head, opened the door and stepped into the street. Old Lintell went with him. and they walked away together. “Afe you going to let her lose her one big chance of happiness?” said old Lintell in a low voice; “or going to continue to idle your life away—she keeping you?” Phil hardly seemed to hear him. He was striding along with his hands thrust deep in his pockets, his eyes staring straight ahead of him. Sud denly he threw his head back. “You heard—she doesn't want to go herself!” he cried, almost fiercely. “She’d soon forget all about it.” “A girl with a heart like Madge’s never forgets!" replied old Lintell. “’What are you going to do?" he re peated, relentlessly. “A little more time—and I might do something big!” broke out Phil. “You’ve loafed for three years—and done nothing!” said the old man. “You know you will never do anything in art. You've wilfully shut your eyes, and used it as an excuse to yourself and her for idling!” The young man’s mouth was twitch ing convulsively. "You’re right!” he cried, in a hoarse THE WEEKLY NEWS, OARTERSVILLE, GA. voice, “but what’s there left for me ti# and know nothing, have done noth ing!” he finished helplessly. “Bea man. There’s always some thing for a man to do! Remember what she has done for you.” They had reached St. Martin’s church at Charing Cross. Phil stopped and passed a hand over his brow. The old man watched him anxiously. He saw Phil’s eye travel across the road to where the recruiting sergeants were pacing slowly up and down, alert for new blood. Then Phil Halstan sud denly gave his shoulders a jerk back. “Yes,” he said between his shut teeth. “There’S always something left for a man to do!” He crossed the road. That night Madge was sitting alone reading a letter that had been brought to her by messenger. The tears came to her eyes as she read the last few sentences: “ * * * For three years I have played it as low as a fellow can. But I'm going to be a man at last, Madge. If you want to make me happy, dear, make me feel I haven’t quite spoiled your life. Go with Dick!” The letter dropped from her hand. “Go with Dick!” she repeated in a low tene. There was a tap at the door; then a man was shown in—a young man with a pale and anxious face. “Madge, I couldn't leave without ask ing you once again—ls it quite hope less?” he began. She raised her eyes to his, and he saw her lips tremble. “Not quite hopeless, Dick, dear!’’she whispered.—Gilbert Davis in Mainly About People. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. One of the latest inventions is an imitation vaccination scar that you can paste on your arm and thus fool the health officer. The scar costs a dime. The largest Bible in the world is said to lie one in the possession of a German lady. It is two feet six inches long and 20 inches wide. It is over 200 years old. Saturday is considered an unlucky day for the British royal family. Wil liam 111., Queen Anne.. George 1., George 11., George HI., George IV., the Duchess of Kent, the Prince Consort and Princess Alice died on Saturdays. Three hundred persons in London earn a living—and several of them are growing rich —by providing meals for the cats of the metropolis, which they deliver regularly once, twice and thrice a day, as may suit the owners of the feline pets. Mrs. James Little, who lives near Atchison, Kan., who was herself a twin, and whose husband was a twin and the son of a twin, has given birth to her second pair of twins, the first pair being about 18 months old when the second pair made its appearance. At Naundorf in the Hunsruclc near the Rhine a Roman temple has been found enclosed in a walled enclosure measuring 220 by 200 feet. The tem ple stands in the middle and is 60 by 50. It contains more terracotta ob jects than have been discovered hitherto in Germany. They are votive offerings, about a 100 being whole fig urines representing goddesses. Small bronze statuettes of Mars, Jupiter and Mercury have also been found. The most durable paper is made by a guild near Nanking, China, which supplies the government of that em pire the leaves of its official docu ments. Some of these are over a 1000 years old. Fireproof paper made of asbestos is another kind of greater durability. The drawback to them, however, for printing purposes, is that although they will pass through fire unscathed, they come out snow white, without a trace of the printed letters or writing that was on them. M*l Paople Are Lopsided. “Most people are lopsided,” said a Chestnut street photographer. “It isn’t a very nice thing to say. per haps, but it's true. In my business I have to study people's features very closely in order to get the best re sults, and > can safely say that the two sides of a person s face are never alike. Only about one person in 15 lias perfect eyes, and in many cases the eyes aro entirely out of line—that is. one is slightly higher than the other. The right ear is also very often higher than the left, and one cheek is sometimes noticeably fuller than the other. Tailors will tell you, too, that* the left leg of most men is longer than the right. Try it and see. Take a pair of trousers, hold them together at the waist band, and you will see that one leg is made longer than the other. One arm is nearlv always longer than the other."—Philadelphia Record. “From Her six Children.” An interesting incident at Windsor occurred at St. George’s chapel at the time of the queen’s funeral. At the conclusion of the service a royal ser vant appeared, who made a rapid search among the floral tributes un til he found a small and simple cir cle of green laurel leaves, which he promptly returned to the sacred building. Few people knew afterward and virtually none at the time that this simple tribute in such marked contrast to the often over-elaborate devices, sent with better motive per haps than taste, was the most inter esting of all. and that the plain card attached to it bore the brief but im pressive inscription, “From her six children. "—Chicago Times-Herald. Berlin has 14 schools in which girls of I.'*, and 14 are taught to cook. Barbed- Wire Fence## An animal will seldom go near enough to a barbed-wire fence to be badly damaged by it, if led up to it when first put out, and allowed to learn how sharp the barbs are by a slight prick from them, which will do no real damage. But sometimes one will push another against it. The greatest danger is from a barbed-wire that is not in place, but has become detatched from the post and has a part of its length lying on the ground to entagle the legs of any animal or person walking along and not noticing. See that all such fences are made safe before any animals are let out there. Sunflower* for Poultry. The value of feeding sunflower seed to poultry cannot be too highly esti mated. Asa matter of fact, where it has been tried, the birds also doubled their laying qualities. The new Mam moth Russian sunflower is the variety to grow; this contains much larger seed, and with more egg forming ma terial, than the common sunflower. Fed to the Light Brahmas, it has in deed been known to make them lay equally as well as the Leghorns or any of the other smaller breeds. It also improved them greatly in size by being given to the chicks while grow ing. The Russian sunflower can be produced more cheaply than any other grain with much less labor, too, and best of all it will grow, in any climate on any soil. Therefore, fanciers as well as farmers should not overlook it, for poultry, if rightly handled, will bring more money according to the capital invested than anything else on the farm. —The Epit.omist. Best lime for Grafting. The best time for grafting fruit trees is in the spring, about the time the sap begins to move. This is ear liest in the plum and the cherry, and later in the apple and pear. The exact time, of course, varies a little with the climate and the seasons, but will usually be in March and April. A mild atmosphere and occasional showers are favorable to success. The scions should generally be selected before hand, say very early in the spring, and kept in moist earth in the cellar. In other words, the stock on which the scion is to be placed ought to be a little more advanced, with the sap in more active circulation, than that of the scion. The practice of grafting as a means of multiplying and propagating choice fruit is of very ancient date. It was well known to the ancient Greeks and Romans, and the latter adopted a great variety of methods about as in genious as any known to our modern pomologists. The French, who are among the most expert in grafting, practicing as many as 50 different methods, have succeeded perfectly in grafting annuals like the dahlia, toma to, etc. —Up-to-Date Farming. To rievcnt Spring; Dwindling. Watering bees is of considerable benefit and w r e would as soon think of allowing our other stock to roam the country in quest of water as the bees in the apiary. During winter the moisture that condenses in the hive furnishes the colony water, but during the early spring these condensations cease. They begin brood rearing early, and in order to prepare food for the young larva must have water. The most vigorous bees go forth in quest of water, find it at some brook or tank where it is ice cold, fill them selves and are chilled, and do not get back to the hive. The necessities for water steadily increasing other bees go out, to share a like fate, until the colony is emaciated and the brood dies. Every careful beekeeper well knows that one bee in early spring is of more value to him than a half a hundred later on. In order to prevent spring dwindling we take a Mason half-gallon fruit jar, remove the screw top, take a seven-eighths board four inches square and with a small gouge or a knife cut a groove nearly from one extreme corner to the other, taking care not to cut quite to the corner. Fill the jar with water, place the board over the mouth, invert all quickly and stand in a convenient place in the apiary. When the sun shines suffi ciently so that bees can fly, it will also warm the water through the glass, and we are always able to give them pure, warm water. No one until they have given this a trial will fully realize how much water a single col ony will use during the height of brood rearing. In order to draw them from the old watering place it may be nec essary to slightly sweeten the water for a day or two.—E. Whitcomb, in American Agriculturist. Arranging Vine* Artistically. “I intend making a very interesting experiment this season,” remarked a woman, who is exceedingly fond of flowers, the other day. “Last summer I thought that T would start vines in boxes to climb up over a rough stone chimney that was built through the veranda against the house. When I was about to plant my creepers., how ever, it occurred to me how much better it would be if they* could grow permanently in the ground, so I had a carpenter come and cut away about a foot of the varanda flooring around the chimney, and then put boards ver tically around the aperture reaching to the ground beneath, about three feet below. I then had the edge of the cut boards neatly finished with mould ing. and the hole or ditch filled up with good garden loam, in which I planted my vines. They grew well ail summer, and I only had to cover them up for the winter like those on the outside of the porch. I was so pleased at the success of my departure that this year I intend to carry the idea further and lay out a small garden at one end of my piazza—making beds in geometrical designs. The exposure is a sunny one, and I do not see why flowers planted in this way should not thrive capitally; besides, I think the effect will be lovely. “One of the great advantages of planting flowers in the ground instead of in pots o r tubs will be in watering them, for, of course, the drainage will be right into the earth itself. Every one who has tried growing things in tubs or pots knows what an ugly stain they are apt to make on the floor and how ugly nans look under them. My pian will quite do away with this diffi culty. besides being much prettier in effect. The edges of the beds will be neatly finished with a moulded border, and the only difficulty I see about the whole matter will be the gradual de cay of the boards underneath that hold of earth; but if I get stout planks they will last for two or three years, and can be renewed at the end of that time if necessary.”—New York Tribune. Raising Turkey*. Many have the ambition to raise turkeys but comparatively few dare embark upon the venture for fear of making a failure. The young turkey is indeed delicate bird, and needs most skilful care and proper handling. For example, it must not be exposed to rain or cold; must not be over wearied by the restless wandering of the hen; must have the right food,and not too much of it. Therefore, as the mother bird is naturally a wild wan derer, a great difficulty is met with, in keeping her within bounds, let alone the constant watchfulness de manded to keep her and her brood cut of the numerous dangers to which they are subject. The majority of failures, however, are due to over fussing with the food. Baked cakes, boiled eggs, and othfcr prepared dainties, give much trouble, for they are really not good for the bipds. Mother Nature herself shows us this. Take it where the wild tur key flourishes, and broods of a dozen or more will be seen running with the old hens, from which it is reasonable to conclude that the best feeding is that which the birds procure in their native woodland haunts. This consists chiefly of grubs, beetles, flies, and the seeds of plants and trees; also, the wild chestnut crop, and the smaller acorns on which the wild turkey fat tens fast. The berries of the woods afford much food, and if this natural feeding can be nearly imitated, good results will generally attend the care of a young brood of turkeys. The list of foods required is as fol lows: Buckwheat, corn, barley, wheat, young grass, chopped cabbage, chopped meat scraps, and usilally the kitchen waste from the table. Cook ing this mixture, however, is not de sirable. The young birds first meal should consist of cracked corn and cracked oats or wheat, soaked in water over night, so that it may be in much the same condition as the food naturally gathered on the open ground. The fact is, dry food is one of the frequent causes of failure to rear turkey chicks. —The Epitomist. Seed Crop* and Their Selec ion. It is gratifying to notice that most seed crops, such as beans, peas, tur nips and other marketable winter veg etables, have had a satisfactory sea son, and that in spite of large imports of dried peas and beans, our American crops have sold at good prices. There should be no need of imports of any of these crops, and there would be none if intelligent American farmers would grow some of the varieties that are in fashionable demand. Exports of American peas and beans have in creased in the past year, partly due to the great quantities needed by the American army in the Philippines. The beans that are in the most de mand and which pay the highest prices are not always the kind that the aver age farmer can raise at a profit. I have found that it pays better to raise the particular variety which seems adapted to my soil and climate than to force the growth of some which only indifferently thrive here. This, I be lieve, is becoming the fashion among all seedsmen and growers. There are certain restricted areas where onions do their best, and another where peas and beans thrive well. By finding out what crop will do the best in a certain locality we soon establish a reputa tion for quality that pays in the end. Connecticut white onions bring a dol lar or more a barrel in every market because of the reputation established in this way. New York state hops are quoted higher than those of any other section for the same reason, and western New York peas and beans are likewise worth a little more than the average lot that goes to market. More care in the selection of seed varieties I believe is needed just now than anything else. Seedsmen and consumers of dried peas and beans are becoming more critical and exact ing. They demand the best and pay accordingly. In raising crops of this nature it is impossible to tell before | hand the acreage or the average size of the crop, consequently the producer | cannot estimate the output or chances |of good prices, in most other farm products it is easier to foretell a possi ble glut in the market. It is well to dispose of the crop as a consequence as early as possible at a fair price. Plenty of dealers and seedsmen will make offers for the output if the con dition, of the seeds is guaranteed to be prime. This method of selling the crop in advance is in most cases the ; best, and produces more general sat isfaction. S. W. Chambers, in Ameri can Cultivator. LUCK IN DETECTIVE WORK. ~ Cine, of the Sort That Lead to Somethin.. Once In a Lifetime. 5 “It's very strange how a detective will be put on the right track by 80me trivial incident, apparently disasso ciated altogether from the case i n hand,” remarked an old government official the other day. “A dozen years ago, when I was do ing some special work in the secret service department tinder Chief Bell I undertook to run a fellow W b,’ had been making some remarkably perfect counterfeit silver dollars, and who had slipped through the fingers and captured his plant. The man "hail taken bis meals for several months at a restaurant I patronized now and then, and I noticed him, casually, sit ting at the table, but the only thing I could remember about him was that he ate a great many oysters, and al ways called for raspberry vinegar and white pepper to use on them as con diments. The combination was rather peculiar, and had fixed itself on mv mind, but it could hardly be regarded as much of a clue. I hunted high and low for the fugitive, and after putting in four or five weeks without discover ing anything that would give the slightest lead to his whereabouts, I gave up in despair and. for the time being, put the case in the pigeon hole. “Fully six months afterward an other affair of an entirely different character took me to a city in a dis tant state, and one afternoon I dropped in at. a good sized fancy grocery to make some inquiries about an address. While I was waiting to speak to the proprietor I heard an unusually fat man giving a clerk an order for a gal lon of raspberry vinegar and impress ing him particularly to send the best quality. Naturally, the stuff remind ed me of my missing counterfeiter, and after the fat gentleman went out I asked the clerk carelessly who he was. ‘He keens a restaurant at No. ,’ replied the young man. ‘I won der if he is as particular about his white pepper also,’ I remarked on the impulse of the moment. The clerk looked astonished. ‘Why, that's fun ny,’ he said: ‘I sold him some extra strong imported white pepper only yes terday.’ It seemed hardly possible that it could be anything more than a mere coincidence, but on the bare chance that I bad struck a trail I strolled around to the restaurant that evening, and the first man I laid eyes on was my long-lost silver-clollar ex pert. Ho was eating raw oysters with vinegar and pepper, and I was so pleased with myself that I let him get through before I tapped him on the shoulder and told him he was under arrest. It turned out that he had struck town only a week before, and had called for his favtorite condi ments at this particular cafe. They weren’t on hand in the place, but the proprietor promised to get them for him, and the result was that the epi curean counterfeiter did seven years in the United States prison at Colum bus. “But those a-e rare strokes of chance,” added the old officer. “Once in a lifetime is about their average.” —New Orleans Times-Democrat. Stole Live Dees. The thief is not very choice about what he steals these days. Not very many months ago the Telegraph re lated an instance where somebody had stolen a redhot stove from the kitchen, of a Walnut street residence while supper was being cooked. Now comes a man who stole four bee hives, in which were a myriad of the little stingers. It Is well known that a pro fessional chicken thief has a language by which he can persuade the barn yard fowls to keep a deadly silence at night while he picks over the lot of them and inveigles into a sack those on which his fancy becomes fixed, but it is rather surprising to hear that any man can make bees understand that they must not sting him as he lifts a busy hive to his shoulder in the dead of the night and marches across country with it. This is what has been lone, how ever. In a neighborhood through which Ross street runs a bee farm was robbed night before last and four big hives were carried so far that the beps have not yet found their way back to their old homes. It is said that when bees want to go to any particular place they rise in the air and circle around until they find the proper di rection, and then they make what is commonly known as a “bee line,” go ing straighter to the place than a crow could fly.—Macon (Ga.) Telegraph. Rtitftia’* Industrial Kxpan^ion. In parts of European Russia there is an annual increase of 30 percent in the number of factories and machine shops erected, some of them equipped with the most modern machinery in the world; in Trans-Caucasus, the hand loom is being replaced by the cotton mill, worked by steam or water power; the three thousand miles of the Trans-Caspian railway, although, built solely as a military road, have been of necessity turned over to the department cf commerce, owing to the unexpected and enormous increase in traffic along the line; not merely this, but so rapid has been the uniooked for development and setlement of central Asia by European Russians that it is \iow deemed necessary that three addi tional railways should be built to con nect the Trans-Caspian system with that of European Russia. One of the projected roads is to descend from Orenburg in the Urals, another from a point not far distant from Astralcan. while the third (and the most impor tant to America) is being constructed across the Caucasus mountains, with the aid of capital secured in Wall street. —A. H. Ford, in the Engineer ing Magazine.