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TOO MUCH BEST MAN. A BACHELOR WHO OFFICIATED AT FORTY WEDDINGS. Why Lieutenant Prince Hu Such a flno Collection of Bearfpine—Saeh One of Thom IS the Key to a Romance—A Warnla* to All Toun« Men. y.tan tenant Oscar Prince is rapidly reaching the age when his friends will stop asking him the question, "Why don’t yon get married?" and substitute for it, "How did it happen, old man, that you never married?” Lieutenant Prince is as acceptable as the average man, and he has no antimatrimonial views. He is, however, a victim of wed dings, and therein lies the explanation of his failure to marry. One of the fin est collections of scarfpins in this city may be found in his bachelor apart ments, but ho wife. "My collection of scarfpins was be gun about ten years ago, ’’ he said, "and each one represents a scar more or less serious. They have simply made a pin cushion of my heart. My case, I am sure, is an unusual one, and I am will ing to discuss it, that it may serve as a warning to young men. Let me start with the assertion that I believe in the noble institution of marriage, and it was probably my advocacy of it while I was at West Point that suggested to a classmate—Brown—to write mo to act as his best man when he got mar ried. Let me see. The date on that pearl pin is 1887, isn’t it? Yes, that was Brown’s little token. Brown had a fine wedding, and as I had been sta tioned west at a God forsaken post since leaving the Point it was my first op portunity to get at short range with eastern girls. There are no girls like them, my boy, and don’t make any mis take about that. “Brown was married in Newport, and we did have a good time. ' Let me look at that pin again. Yes, Ethel was her name. You see, I have it tagged on the pin. Ethel was a mighty fine girl —tall, good swing and a high stepper. We hit it off together in fine shape. Who was Ethel? Why, in this case, she was the maid of honor. We had a de lightful week at Newport, and when I went back to my post I had Ethel’s per mission to write to her. I heard the other day that her oldest hopeful was the star boy in a kindergarten. ” Lieutenant Prince puffed his pipe hard for two minutes. "Ethel was, all things considered, about as nice as any of them. We might have been very happy together, but for Jones’ wedding. I think it was Jones. Just hand me that little clover leaf pin, will you? Yes, it was Jones. Here is the date, 1888, and tagged to the pin is Maud’s name. You don’t understand. No, of course not. You haven’t acted as best man or usher in 40 weddings. I thought a lot about Ethel while on the railroad train that took me to Boston, where Jones married, and there I met Maud. There is something very demoral izing about the associations of a wed ding party if a chap is at all suscepti ble. The girls all rejoice with the bride, and they are all in their best frocks. Somehow you begin to speculate about yourself, you know, and wonder how you would appear as the bridegroom with one of the bridesmaids as bride. Maud was different from Ethel, more vivacious, and then she was short and Ethel was tall. On the night of the wedding I asked Maud if I might write to her. Dear Maud! I wonder what has become of her. I sent back all of her letters and her photograph just a short time after Adams got married. That is the pin in the cushion—the one with the small diamond in the center. Adams was married three months after Jones, and I was an usher. Those three months were happy ones, and I shall always re member Maud. I had been sent east just before Adams was married, and he wanted mo to be usher because, as he put it, I had been in the game before. Mary was her name at Adams’ wedding. That doesn’t describe her at all. No name could. She was just as attractive as Ethel and Maud, but different. We discussed very serious matters, did Mary and I, and I knew that she was a girl who would make a sensible, think ing man happy for life. "It was a discussion of telepathy that made me forget Maud, that is a discus sion and a subsequent attempt to experi ment. Mary didn’t ask for her letters back after Rogers* wedding. I told Sal ly—she was one of the bridesmaids, and a very Jolly southern girl—all about Mary, and she said she didn’t mind. I came very near proposing to Sally, but by this time I had become a professional as an usher and best man, and since Sal ly there have been by actual count 33 other girls, any one of whom might have made me happy. I felt after meet ing each one of them that if I could only keep away from weddings my hap piness might be assured. I could marry the last girl—that is, of course, if she would have me, and they were all very sympathetic—and feel that I was lucky. I couldn’t dodge the weddings, though. "All my friends are married now, and I have assisted in each case. It got io that while I was at work I would unconsciously begin to whistle a wed ding march. Walking in time to it made me slow on parade. I couldn’t keep up with my company. I have, lam glad to say, done my duty by my friends, but it has ruined me sentimentally. When I look at that collection of scarfpins, each one labeled with the name of a girl who was the only one in the-world for me, I haven’t the’nerve to propose. I am a victim of circumstances. Now all of my ' friends are married and I am not likely to march again to that familiar old music. I have the finest collection of scarfpins in this city, but I am still a bachelor. Let my examples be a warn ing to all young men. ’ ’—New York Sun. The English parliament has met on Sunday 11 times, the first in the reign of Edward 111, the last at the death of George H Collection 0* OLD TIME SWEETNESS GONE **~*~ 1 2! 11 Now Mado late Ram and Brown Safar Cant Be Bought. "The old fashioned molasses is rapid ly disappearing as an article us com merce, ” said a prominent grocer, "and in its place have come a number of sirups which are more ooatly and by no means as satisfactory, especially to the little ones, who delight, aa we did when we were young, in having ’lasses on their bread. Most of the molasses goes into the distilleries, where it is made into rum, for which, notwith standing the efforts cf our temperance workers, the demand is constantly on the increase, especially in the New ~ England states and for the export trade. The regular drinker of rum will take no other liquor in its place if he can help it It seems to reach the spot more di rectly than any other dram. "The darker brown sugars have also disappeared, and they are not likely to return, owing to the methods of boiling and the manufacture. Granulated sugar is of the same composition, ns far as saccharine qualities are concerned, as loaf, cut loaf cube and crushed and differs from them only in that its crys tals do not cohere. This is because it is constantly stirred during the process of crystallization. The lighter brown sug ars taste sweeter than the white, for the reason that there is some mnlasses in them. Housekeepers have difficulty these days in finding coarse, dark sug ars, which are always preferred for use in putting up sweet pickles, making cakes and similar uses. As they cannot get brown sugar any more, it may be well for them to remember that they can simulate brown sugar by adding a teaspoouful of molasses to each quarter of a pound of the white granulated sug ar. This combination does as well in all household recipes that call for brown sugar as the article itself, and besides it saves them a great deal of hunting for brown sugar, which, as said before, has disappeared from tho market. ’ ’ —Eastport Sentinel. HE COULD FORGIVE HER. For In Hla Opinion Mrs. Siddons Did Not Marry an Actor. Mrs. Siddons, the actress, was born in 1755 at the Shoulder of Mutton inn, Brecon, South Wales, of parents con nected with the theater, her father, Roger Kemble, being a strolling man ager. The child Sarah, was reared in a theatrical atmosphere, and at 10 she was playing Ariel. As sho grew up she became very beautiful and had many admirers, among whom was Henry Siddons, a young actor in her father’s company, who had little difficulty in winning the girl’s heart. Mr. and Mrs. Kemble had made up their minds that Sarah should not marry in the profession, in conse quence of which they strenuously op posed’the marriage, and young Siddons, in a fit of retaliatory humor, composed a song detailing their opposition and his trials, which brought about his speedy dismissal from the company. Sarah left the company, too, and hired out as lady’s maid in Warwickshire for two years. During this time the lovers carried on a lively corespondence and finally, gaining the reluctant consent of the Kembles, were married at Trinity church, Coventry, in 1773, when Sarah was 18. It is said that Mr. Kemble told her if she ever married an actor it would make him discard her forever. After her marriage he said, “I may forgive you without breaking my word, for you have certainly not married ‘an actor,’ whatever the gentleman himself may think is his vocation. ’ ’ This is on au thority of Lady Eleanor Butler, who knew the persons.—St. Louis Globe- Democrat. His Bread Upon the Waters. Fifteen years ago Carrießurch was a servant girl in a California household where William F. Hastings was also employed. The girl became ill and had to leave, but had no money. Hastings loaned her S2OO, and she went away. The years rolled by without the S2OO being returned, and Hastings had for gotten the occurrence when he received a letter from a barrister in London stat ing that an estate of $73,000 had been left him by a Mrs. Hall, formerly Miss Carrie Burch of California. Hastings could hardly believe what he read, but he has the money now, and for his gen erosity to a strange girl years ago he has become independently rich. When the girl left California, she went to Australia as a nurse and there married a retired English merchant, who died some years afterward, and the widow then returned to London and lived there until death.—Exchange. A Good Reason. The general passenger agent of one of the Chicago trunk lines received a letter from a Kansas man the other day requesting a pass for himself to Chicago and return. There was nothing about the letter to indicate that the writer had any claim whatsoever to the courte sy he requested, but the railway man thought that perhaps the Kansan had some connection with the road in some way, possibly as a local freight agent. So he wrote back, “Please stjre explic itly on what account you portation. ” By return mail came this reply, “I’ve got to go to Chicago some way, and I don’t want to-walk. ’’—Ex change. . / A Bakeshop Machine. One of the latest appliances for use in a bakeshop oven consists of a machine which takes the whole meat and grinds it, mixes water with it and kneads it in'o dough ready for the oven. Open the doors of opportunity to tal ent and virtue and they will do them selves justice, and property will not be in bad hands. —Emerson. ■ ■ 'W I ■ In 1620 the first large copper coins were minted in England, putting an end to private leaden tokens. ; UNTAMABLE TEND 2RFOOT. 1 Th. First to Open Up a <;, at Territory • In tho Far North—— To a certain extent all th > 5,000 argo ’ nauts who have flocked to Al iska this sea- I son belong to the tenderfo t family. A I rush to the arctic regions is a new thing > with tho Anglo-Saxon race. Tho Norse , Men traveled south for their promised I land, and the setting of the current In tho opposite direction cannot be gauged in the light of history. Heretofore the tenderfoot has tackled many difficulties, but never 1 found them piled as high or as forbidding as in a journey to the Klondike. Yet the i tenderfoot, with his heavy burden of sup . plies, plods on over glaciers and narrow mountain paths, wading through rapid torrents, clambering arounif bowlders, toiling through swampy ground, shooting rapids not too dangerous, and making a ' packhorse of himself around water too rough for a raft with any cargo. If ho is exhausted or sick, tho only remedy at hand i is the rest euro and tho friendly interest of , his fellow adventurers. He has cut loose from comfort and safety, but all ho asks is a chance to struggle on. About the worst punishment for the burdened procession of pilgrims would be to compel them to turn 1 back. Tho Alaska tenderfoot, In spite of hie disposition to be too venturesome, de serves the sympathetic attention of his countrymen. He is tho first to open up a great territory in tho far north, and he represents civilization in his march. He is necessarily a builder of roads and towns, and every squad of men who reach the dig gings make the conditions better for those who follow. A year from now the routes to the upper Yukon will be comparatively easy. The thousands who have gone there will use all possible energy to op«m up I lines of travel. They want regular mail service and personal access to tho outside world. Already the large number of mill ers who are assembled near Chilkat, but will not be able to cross this fall, have founded a town, and their first business will be road and trail improvement. Tho long polar night will not repress their American energy. Many a tenderfoot will fail at the mines, but Alaska will surely present other op portunities. More than 50 3 years ago coal was found there and mined by the Rus sians. Copper and other minerals have been located. Vegetables, hay and other needed crops can be raised in tho southern part of the territory. Thorough prospect ing for gold on the American side of the line will bo encouraged by the unusual and greedy restrictions on mining adopted by Canada. By the end of 1898 the tender foot of today will be an Alaskan pioneer, and whether he bo rich or poor tho world will admire his indomitable pluck. Tho tenderfoot should be dealt with generous ly, and that is where the Dominion is making a mistake. Men could not bo hired for wages to do what he is doing. It is the thought of a competency for him self and his family that? inspires the ten derfoot and nerves him for his tremendous task, and every manly nature will wish him success.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Value of Unpopularity. As the tall, angular, stoop shouldered man went by the house tho host took his feet down from the railing of the porch and, indicating him by a motion of his cigar in that direction, suggested to his guest that he was the only man in the whole neighborhood that he envied. "He doesn’t look like a very jolly or companionable man, ” suggested the guest. “He isn’t,” replied the host. “He is the meanest, most disagreeable and most un popular man in tho neighborhood. Why, it’s a popular impression around hero that if a boy ran across his lawn he’d blaze away at him with a shotgun loaded with rock salt. And he’s always kicking about something. ”1 “I should think-you'd hate him.” ‘‘ I do. Do you know ho even made a complaint to the police because the boys used his sidewalk for a bicyclo path, and now there isn’t one of them that doesn’t take to the road when they come to his property. ’ ’ "Incredible!” “Fact. And he raised such a fuss about tho peddlers that there isn’t one of them dares go near his house. He’s just as mean to people who solicit subscriptions for churches and charities too. ” “Really?” ‘ ‘ Yes, indeed. Why, he actually insult ed the last committee that waited upon him to ask him—to subscribe SSO to help build a tower on a needlework guild hall. The women who composed it have sworn that they will never go near him again. ’ ’ “But I understood you to say you en vied him.” "That’s what I said,” admitted the host. “It may be a big price to pay for it, but think of the advantage he has over the rest of us!” "Advantage?” “Yes—the luxury of being let alone by his neighbors and his neighbors’ children and of having his rights respected by Oh, it must be glorious!”— Chicago Post. Obstacles to Reform. A short time ago an order went into op eration upon the Boston street railways re quiring conductors to address feminine passengers as "madame.” The always cheerful chatterer of the Boston Herald tells us that, in pursuance of the order, the conductor is trying very hard to cure himself of his habit of calling his feminine passengers “lady” and “Mrs. Lady,” but he has not as yet hit upon a uniform meth od of addressing them and in his inde cision has resort to "hl, say,” “missis” and “ma’am, ” but he will doubtless settle upon the right thing eventually. The other day on a Huntington avenue car a conductor who had evidently given much attention to the subject won special dis tinction for himself by the uso of the word “madame” in this regard. But there is no rose without a thorn. Among his passengers was a colored girl who carried a large bundle, doubtless the week’s wash of some patron. Sho asked him to stop at a certain street, and when the car ar rived there he said to the gentle Afro- American, “This is your street, madame. ” She at once gave him an angry look and said with marked asperity: “Who’s yer callin madame? Watcher mean by insult in me? I’d have you to know I’m a lady, I am,” with which she hustled indig nantly to the street. The conductor looked perplexed, and as ho rung the bell with a vicious jerk he sententiously observed, “She ain’t no lady anyhow, even if she ain’t a madame.” It is hard toplease everybody, The little Critic. “Why, papa,” said Frances, who was looking at the family album, “surely this isn’t a picture of you?” “Yes,’’replied papa, “that is a picture of me, taken when I was quite young ” “Well,” commented the little girl, “it doesn’t look as much like you as you look now.”—Harper’s Bazar. - • —xp— a MRS. B -ACK'S CHURCH. ■er Cosehns Thong! t It Too BwaaMa For a Cabinet Udj. During Mis. Jeremiah Black’s life in Washington, when her Atatingnlahod husband was in the cabinet, she was one of the moat efficient helpers in the early struggles of the Vermont Avenue Christian church. With the little hand tul of that faith who "broke bread” In some private house or obscure hall, she went regularly. A well remember ed anecdote of that time illustrates her fidelity and at the same time her gen tle, kindly nature. The church was meeting in Temperance hall. Judge Black’s driver, Peter, sensitive for the honor of the family, or more so for his carriage, felt it to be something of a disgrance to stand before such a build ing on Sunday. One day he touched up on the subject as gently as he could by saying: “Mrs. Black, that ain’t a very fine church you and the judge go to. ’ ’ "No, Peter,” said the lady, “it is not a very grand one.' ’ “Mrs. Black, do yen ’spec’ to ’tend that church every Sunday?" Yes, Peter, until they get a better one." ‘“Well, Mrs. Black, I wanted to ax you somethin, though I don’t much like to say it, marm. ” "What is it, Peter?" “ Well, marm, I wanted to tell you de drivers of do other members of de cabinet kinder makes fun of me ’bout standin ’fore dat meetin houae, and I wanted to ax you if you hadn’t no ob jection to let me drive down to dat fine Presbyterian church where de other big men go and stand dere wid my carriage until your meetin is out, an den drive back for you and de judge. ” "All right, Peter, if yen’ll be on time," said Mrs. Black, and Peter satis fied his mind that he saved Jhe credit of the family and of his horses and car riage afterward by standing regularly with the fine turnouts of the other cab inet officers.—Washington Post. WOMEN AND JEWELS. The Combination Is as Old as Time and Not a New Fad. The critic who finds much to blame in modern women in the number of jewels they wear on both this and the other side of the Atlantic will find that history had set the fashion long before the fair creatures of today had opened their lovely eyes. According to Pliny, Lollia Paulina, the wife of Caligula, wore on her hands, arms, neck, bead and waist pearls and diamonds to the value of $1,680,000. Faustina had a ring worth $200,000, Domitia possessed one worth $300,000, and Cseeonia had a bracelet worth $400,000. Seneca cried out that one pearl would no longer do for a lady, but she must insist on at least three for each shell-like ear. The weight of these, it is hard to believe, could ever be endured, by even the vain est of fair maids and matrons. There were women in ancient Rome whose sole occupation was healing the torn ears of ladies whose ornaments had proved too heavy for the pretty lobes. Poppaea’s earrings were worth $750,000, and Calpurnia, the wife of the mighty Julius Caesar, had a pair Valued at twice that sum. Later on the extravagance bad not seemed to have died out. Marie de’ Medici had a dress prepared for the baptism of her chil dren, and when she attempted to wear the marvelous creation she found that it was so heavy that she could not stand in it. It was trimmed with 83,000 pearls and 3,000 diamonds. Men, however, excelled in costly ap parel in the middle ages, and Philip the Good of Burgundy frequently wore jewels valued at $200,000. When he walked along the streets, pegpie climb ed over each other to get a peep at him. The Duke of Buckingham onoe wore at the court of St. James a costume cost ing $400,000. The dress of the nobles of the middle ages was literally covered with gold and precious stones.—Chica go News. A Good Sally Lunn. A good Sally Lunn, made according to the original Sarah Lunn’s recipe, without yeast, is this: Mix 8 cups of fiour, 3 tablespoonfuls sugar, 8 table spoonfuls melted butter, a cup of milk, 8 teaspoonfuls baking powder and 3 eggs together and bake in a loaf. If a "raised" bread is desired, nothing is better than this often tested recipe. Add 3 tablespoonfuls melted butter to a large pint of warmed milk, then 3 well beaten eggs and half a yeast cake dissolved in 8 tablespoonfuls cold water. Pour grad ually over a quart of flour and beat to a smooth batter. Add a teaspoonful salt and a teaspoonful of sugar. Set to rise for 3 hours in a warm place and bake. To those who like the hop taste a whole yeast cake may be used with these pro portions and will, of course, accelerate considerably the rising process.—New York Post. A Fearful Duel. The most terrible duel fought at any time in Paris was the one between Colo nel D , an old Bonapartist officer, and M. de G of the Gardes du Corps, a mere youth, but of herculean strength. The two men, lashed togeth er so as to leave their right arms free, were armed with short knives, placed in a hackney coach, and driven at a tearing gallop around the Place de la Concorde. They were taken out of the coach dead. The colonel had 18 stabs, the youth only 4, but one of these had pierced his heart.—San Francisco Ar fonant. Lady Dufferin, in her amusing book, "Viceregal Life In India," gives some good examples of "baboo” English. One of the natives was told to write an essay on the horse in an examination, and this was the result: “The horse is a very noble animal, but when irritated ceases to do so.” The nest and eggs of Pallas’ gray shrike (Lanins major) are said to be •till unknown to science. AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS QUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA,” AND “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” AS OUR TRADE MARK. I, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator of “PITCHER'S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now w fceor the facsimile signature of wrapper. This is the original •* PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” which has been used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought ST* on and has the signature of wrap- per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is President. /r j March 8,-1897. ' Do Not Be Deceived. 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