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EDITORIAL SOTES.
So England is afraid to act,exclaims
the Chicago Timos-llurald, uncut the
Armenian atrocities. Well, well, it is
hard to risk $2,000,000,000 of Turk¬
ish investments.
Tbo London Chroniclo informs its
readers that Mrs. William McKinley
“was called to the American bar iu 1893,
and that she enjoyed for a long while
the nnique distinction of being the
only lady of the legal profession who
pleaded in behalf of clients before her
own husband, who was tho Judge of
the circuit in which she practised."
It is a noble record, remarks the
Now York Observer, that the Armeni¬
ans of this country have to show—
$80,000 and more sent through the
Americsn Board alone to their suffer¬
ing friends in Turkey. They are
neither numerous nor wealthy, most
of them poor. They have done what
they could. Surely Americans should
stand by them.
The improvements made in firearms
have not increased tho murderous re¬
sults of battles. Since 1890 the bat¬
tles that have been fought in the
South American wars show that only
one out of ench seveutv-niue men en¬
gaged was killed, On the other
band in tbo Franco-Germau war one
out of each fifty-throe met death and
in the Crimean war one in thirty-five.
Irish leaders iu New York City arc
known to have received startling as¬
surances of lute from their friends in
the British Parliament regarding
Homo Rule. They hint that, iu some
form, it is about to become an accom¬
plished fact. It was because of this
that tho Irish political prisoners wero
liberated. In tho face of the grave
European crisis, England is striving
at Inst to uuito the Irish under her
flag.
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Tho professional pnrapherralia of
Arsone Bloudin, tho celebrated tight¬
rope walker, who crossed tho Niagara
rapids on a steel cable, are to bo sold
at auction. That same rope, his bicy¬
cle of antique nqike, the barrow iu
which ho wheeled tho patient, tho
harmonica, tho cooking range—all the
accessories used by him on tho rope
over Niagara—have lain forgotten iu a
storehouse until lately, More than
one eccentric collector will reproach
himself for not having been smart
enough to seek out these souveuirs of
a man almost unique in liis time.
All sorts of complications linvo
arisen in connection with Italy’s now
postcard. The design of the card is
intended to commemorate the union
of Rome with Itulv and the fall of the
temporal power of the Pope. Leo
Kill considers the issuing of tho card
nil offense to the church, and in de¬
ference to his protests Austria, Spain,
Portugal and several of the Southern
German states have refused to receive
it or pass it through their mails.
Franco and Belgium have done the
same iu a number of instances, and
the expostulations have now been ad¬
dressed by the Italian government to
the foreign powers concerned, with
claims for compensation made on tho
ground that the postcard if framed iu
strict accordance with international
postal law.
Our lumbermen scarcely realize tho
enormous consumption of spruce
going on day by day iu tho pulp and
paper mills of this country. They are
grinding up or digesting with chemi¬
cals iuto wood pulp 1,000,000 feet of
♦pruce logs each year, or at least
3,300 feet each day. Tho State of
Maine spruce forests will not yield an
average of 3,000 feet to tho acre,
hence the pulp mills of tho
United States would consume each
day iu the year the spruce
growing ou 1,100 such acres, and iu
300 days the sjmice growing on 333,
000 sores. The ground wood pulp in¬
dustry has increased 1058. percent
during the past fifteen years. It is
plainly evident that the substitution
of other woods for spruce in the lum¬
ber markets has commenced none too
soon. It is an easier matter to find a
substitute for spruce boards than to
find a substitute for spruce wood pulp.
The pulp grinders apparently have the
tall on the spruce forests.
Complaint is made in Philadelphia
that high school pupils have to carry
around a weight of fifteen pounds in
books.
The Floridans are experimenting in
the growth of the rubber tree, The
gum is a staple product, nnd it will be
a good thing for the United Htates if
the tree can be made to thrive iu tBis
country. The Los Angeles (Cal.)
Times says thero are largo rubbor
trees in or near that city.
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One of the arguments used by the
four members of the Royal Commis¬
sion on Vaccination who opposed the
compulsory law in England was that
vaccination is riskier than railway
travel. There iH one fatal termination
to every 14,159 cases of vaccination,
while of railway travelers only one is
killed among every 35,500,000.
Levy Mayer,just back from Europe,
predicts in the Chicago Times-Herald
that in time Germany will outstrip
England in commercial influence.
He reveals the fact, probably known
to few people this side tho water, that
the Kaiser is quite as active in pro¬
moting tho financial welfare of his
nation as in advancing its military
standing.
The growth of tho Postoffice busi¬
ness of the country has been amazing.
At tho close of the Revolutionary War
thero were only seventy-tivo Post
offices in the United States. At tbo
close of the War of 1812 thero wero
3,000. At the beginning of the Civil
War there were 28,580, aud five years
after its close, in 1870, there were 28,-
492, or about 100 fewer the only step
backward during the history of the
Postoffice Department. By 1880 tho
upward rise had started again iu
full force, and the number of Post
offices iu tho country reached 42,000.
There are now 00,000 Postofficesin the
United States, aud the number is con¬
stantly being increased.
Glidden farm, at Hamblcdon, in
Hampshire, England, is a curious in¬
stance of an Englishman’s obstinacy
about a law point. It was bought ten
years ago by the man whose heirs
have recently sold it, but us tho ven¬
ders did not complete the sale on the
appointed day bo disowned the pur¬
chase. He was compelled by the
lower court to carry out his agreement
but fought the case to the Court of
Appeals aud the House of Lords, and
when ho finally lost refused to have
anything to do with the farm. He
was compelled to pay $10,000 to keep
it under cultivation, but would not
touch the crops, and at last, having
got the matter into Chancery, let the
fnrm go to waste and the buildings
disappear.
It has beeu discovered that if bone
marrow is not tho elixir of youth, at
least it is a powerful touic. Bone
marrow is now served in Parisian res
tuurants, spread raw upou thin slices
of broad in a dainty manner, aud it is
aaid to be a very palatable morsel.
Every one eats it who can afford to
buy it, and butchers are furnished
with a new branch of industry. Dr.
Renault of Paris, prescribed bone
marrow to an anemic patient as a
tonic, with immediate aud most grati¬
fying results. Tho nows of its
wonderful effects spread rapidly, aud
at the present time marrow-bone eat¬
ing has Income a fashionable fad.
American physicians nre reporting
cures of nervous prostration aud
general waste.
Oueof the influential German illus¬
trated papers, using the report of the
American Cousul at Bremen us a text,
says there is a good market in Ger¬
many for American horses. Since
18415 it appears that fully 10,000
horses have been shipped from this
country to the various German ports,
the chief markets being in Hamburg
aud Bremen. They bring ou an aver¬
age about $175 each, aud are often re¬
sold, according to the paper, for $350
at Leipsic and other inland cities.
Purchasers for the auimals have gone
from Sweden nnd Denmark to Ham¬
burg, showing that there is probably
a market for them in those countries
as well. The German newspaper, how¬
ever, warns American shippers that it
is useless to 6end poor horses to Ger¬
many, and suggests that great care b<
taken in handling aud feeding them
while on the water.
Her Old Til ue Muslin Gown.
When waxlights shine on diamonds’ blaze,
On snowy shoulders’ gleam,
There comes a thought of other days ;
I see as in a dream,
A dainty table, spread at five,
Vine-shadows flickering down,
And behind the teacups, Margery
In her old blue muslin gown.
Its ruffles lay about a throat,
Ho roundest) ivory-fair;
Its sleeves were full, yet one might note
Divine arms hidden there.
Away with lledfern-Pingat-Worth—
Those messieurs of renown !
No gown ere owed to them its birth
Like that blue muslin gown !
Why do not manufacturers make
More muslin—plain soft blue—
And girls all other tints forsake
For that bewitching hue?
Well-gowned they are, and fair, I grant,
Hut there is not one can drow n
My memory of Margery
In her old blue muslin gown.
My castle’s over-sea in Spain—
Alas ! how far away!
And it has a winsome chatelaine
Who wears no satins gay.
She waits, upon a vino-clad porch,
My coming home from town,
Aud she looks like none bat Margery
In her old blue muslin gown.
—Charles P. Sherman in Scribner.
A WOMAN’S MISTAKE.
BY DELLA HIGGINS,
The whirl nnd rumble of the train
began to abate, and the engine gave a
prolonged whistle as tho brakeman
opened tho car door, calling out the
name of the near by town,
Lucia Kane gave a start of surprise
as his sonorous utterance fell ou her
ears.
Stanford! Why, that was Rhodes
Guilford’s home?
Quick ns lightning’s flash her
thoughts flew back to the summer,
long since past,when Rhodes Guilford
had taught her the old, sweet story
©f love, aud had been all the world
to her. And indeed, spite of hasty
action, spite of years of estrange¬
ment, was he not yet first iu her
heart?
Retrospection was suddenly inter¬
rupted by the voice of the conductor
relating to the inmates of the car that
a train had beeu derailed a mile or so
below the town, causing a probable
delay of about three hours. A buzz
of excitement ran through the car as
the passengers made preparations for
alighting aud spending tho time of
enforced delay in exploring the little
city. Lucia gathered up her few
small belougiugs and followed the
crowd, her thoughts still, busy with
the past. The usual throug of car¬
riage drivers and baggage men were
on hand, aud she, contrary to her
usual custom, fell easy prey to them,
tendering her valise to tho Jehu who
first acoosted her, with an order
to drive her to a good hotel. Arriving,
qho found her way to the ladies’ par¬
lor, and snnk into an easy chair, giv¬
ing herself up to recollections of the
long ’
ago.
They had been such happy mouths
—tho one bright spot in her lonely,
neglected girlhood—these months
spent with her old aunt in Fuirville.
Thither Rhodes Guilford had come to
regain his health, which too close
application to study had injured; nnd
together he aud Lucia Kane had
strolled along the country lanes and
loitered away the beautiful mooulit
evenings, until life seemed glorified
by their tender passion, and many
fond vows were spoken between them.
Then came separation; Rhodes
going to his law school, she to her
loveless home iu Briutou, where she
was little more than a household
drudge to her stepmother aud little
brothers. Letters, for a time frequent
and fervent, became fewer and colder,
and rumors of flirtations reached Lucia
in her far away home.
With the impetuosity of eighteen,
she had returned all of his letters, and
the simple pearl ring that had been his
one present to her, with a request for
like action ou his part. He had nc
quiesced; not without a plea for a
reconsideration of her demand, to
which, with a rashness since most bit
terly repented, Lucia had utterly re -
fused to listen. Even now his words
seemed burned on her heart: “If you
had only had mors faith in me, our
future would bo but a continuation o'
our happv past As it is, I must bow
to your will. But oh, dearest! If
/on find out your mistake, uud I am
sure it is one, if you ever decide that
you were hasty and a little unjust, I
pray you put pride aside and let me
know. Do not fail, for to death’s
door I shall be faithful to you—yes,
and beyoud.”
Eight years had passed on leaden
wings to Lucia. She had found out
her mistake, bu-t pride had held firm
sway. Only once in the interval had
she heard from Rhodes; two years or
so after the parting a mutual friend
brought her news of his lonely studi¬
ous life. The knowledge had reopened
the old wounds and caused her so
much heart misery that she had volun¬
tarily put from her the chance for
further reports by dropping all corre¬
spondence with her friend. She had
found her vocation, and she steadily
pursued it, striving to fill with ambi¬
tion and work the part of her woman’s
heart where wifehood and eternity
should have flourished.
And now fate had brought her to
his very place of abode—unconscious¬
ly ou her part, for she had not no¬
ticed that Stanford was ou her route.
The delay to this especial train at this
especial place, too—was it fate, or was
an all wise Providence overruling cir
cumstances for her good? Since she
had been led to Rhodes Guilford’s
home, why not have the battle out
with pride here and now?
She arose, and having the ro^m to
herself, began to pace to and fro,
nervously clasping her hands as she
walked. A sudden noise in the street
attracted her attention, and she
paused by the window. Nothing but
a forlorn cur running by, with half a
dozen hooting, yelling arabs of the
street at its heels. She was resuming
her walk when—merciful Heaven!
Surely her eyes had not failed her?
Just across the narrow street she saw
the sign “Rhodes Guilford, Attorney
at Law,’’and behind it, just inside the
open window, the bowed form busily
engaged in writing was surely no other
than the subject of her thoughts.
Breathlessly she stood gazing, hid¬
den from outside view by the lace
draperies of the window, her heart
throbbing wildly. It was fate! Ab,
he had suffered, too! With a touch
of feminine vanity she crossed the
room to the pier glass, and surveyed
with careful scrutiny the image it
presented to her. It was not the
fresh girlish bloom of eighteen she
saw, but the maturer face of twenty
six ; yet there was comeliness and even
beauty, Lucia truthfully declared to
herself; and the form was as lithe and
as willowy as ever,with an added grace
of matured charms.
“To death’s door I shall be faithful
to you, Lucia—yes, and beyond”—
the words rang again in her ears.
With sudden decision she took
from her portfolio a card, wrote
quickly a line or two, enclosed it in
an envelope, which she addressed, and
raDg for a messenger. While waiting
she stole another glance at the busy
writer across the way.
< 4 Ah, darling, how happy I shall
strive to make you to atone for these
wasted years of obstinate pride!” she
cried under her breath as she gazed.
What a perfect turnout that was,
coming rapidly down the street! Its
occupants were a charming woman
and a bright faced little boy. “In
just such a phaeton as that will I drive
down to bring my husband home,”
dreamed Lucia.
The horses paused directly opposite,
and the little man jumped out and
disappeared within the building. In
a moment Lucia saw the man she had
been watching drop his pen and grasp
his son in his arms, while she heard
the childish treble pipe out, “Oil,
papa! Me an’ mamma’s corned for
you early, ’cause it's my birfday, an’
you promised--”
But the rest of the sentence was
lost to Lucia, who dropped into a
chair, pale and trembliug—so pale
that the maid who had at that moment
answered her summons looked curi¬
ously at her, as she asked, “Are yon
sick, miss? What did you waut of
me?”
“Just a glass of water, plense,” an
swered Lucia feebly, unable at once to
recover herself, and seizing tue first
subterfuge that presented itself to her
miud. But as the maids,form disap
peared down the corridor, she rose
with sudden energy, and tearing the
envelope and its contents into frag
meats, she thrust them behind the
grate, where lingered a few embers,
As she watched them blaze up for a
moment, then blacken aud turn to
ashes, so withia her heart the last
fragments of her girlish romance were
consumed, aud died away—never to
return.
As Rhodes Guilford drove leisurely
to his home that day,something in the
nppearauce of a swiftly walking
womaD, just turning down a side
street that led towards the railway sta¬
tion, sent his thoughts roaming back¬
ward through the years.
“Reminded mo of Lucia Kane,
somehow,” he said to himself.
“Wonder what’s become of her? What
a fool I made of myself over that girl
—thought my heart was broken and
all that sort of rubbish, when she
shipped me. Glad Belle never knew
about it!”
Aud with a glance of satisfied pro- >
prietorship at the woman beside him,
he drove on.—Munsey’s Magazine.
Japanese Wrestlers.
One of the greatest, if not the greatest,
amusement in Japan is to go and see
the wrestlers. Wrestlers may be found
in almost every city, and they travel in
companies through the provinces. On
their reaching a country town a huge
circus-like booth is built of straw
mats, sufficient to hold an audience of
one or two thousand: criers are sent
round the town, and a four or five
days’ performance is commenced. The
wrestlers are mostly big men, and
the swells among them look as tall
as Patagonians, and as big as Daniel
Lambert. In ordinary Japanese wrest¬
ling, where a competitor may lose if he
is thrown out of the ring, weight is an
important factor. The men are usually
matched in pairs, aud they are called
qpon by an usher, who announces
their names according to a pre-ar¬
ranged programme. Two names being
called, the men walk up the opposite
sides of a circle, about twelve or fif¬
teen feet iu diameter, marked out by
a band of straw, Here they pause,
smack their bauds, slap their thighs,
stretch their muscles, pnt their hands
heavenwards as if invoking a deity for
success, look at each other,turn round
and take a drink.
The next time they advance they
may squat down in front of ench.
other, make a few grimaces, again slap
their thighs, stamp their feet, and
make a feint or two; but usually it
will end by their getting up, turning
round, and paving a second drink of
water. This stamping, slapping,feint¬
ing, grimacing, may be repeated half
a dozen times, until one having irri¬
tated the other, there is a sudden
spring, nnd the two are locked to¬
gether in the tussle. If a favorite has
won, the audience rise, yelling with
delight; hats, tobacco pouches,
purses, fans, coats, silken sashes, and
all manner of things go flying through
the air towards the victor.—St. Louis
Star Sayings.
Not Enough for Two.
Patrick was the captaiu of a brick
schooner that plied between New York
nnd Haverstraw on the Hudson. One
day his schooner was loaded, ready to
start for New York, But Patrick
never gave the word to the crew t»
cast off the hawsers and get under
way. Instead, he sat lazily swinging
his leg over the spokes of the wheel,
smokiug his pipe.
The owner of the brick-yard, who
was also the owner of the schooner,
seeing that the vessel had not started,
aud wishing to have the load landed
iu New York as soon as possible,
rushed down to the dock aud irately
demanded of Patrick why he did not
get under way.
“Shure, yer honor,there’s no wind.” 1
“No wind! Why, what’s the mat¬
ter with you? There’s Lawson’a
schooner under sail, going down tho
river now.”
“Yis, I’ve been er watchin’ her, but
it’s useless my gettin’ under way.
She’s got the wind now, aud, faith,
there’s not enough of it fer two.”—
Harper’s Round Table.
Thorougli.
“And is Jerqie thorough in her
work?” asked Mrs. Jarley of Mrs.Per
kins, having reference to a wouid-be
waitress.
“Very,” said Mrs. Perkins. “When
she broke one of my Rovnl Worcester
soup-plates see really didn’t appear
satisfied nnttl she had broken the
other eleven. Ob, yes, Jennie it
thorough.”—Harper’s Bazar.