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' «r- -* h * A WINTER’S TALE. An Individual Who X* No* a Klondlker Tell* a Story. “I’ve been hearing a great deal about the cold weather, that will drop ou Klondike mighty soon now,” remarked a western editor th Washington on business of bl. own, “and I am sure they are going to have a dreadful time of it, some of them, before the .prlng freshets, but I am gure not a man among them will have a .adder experience with the cold than I did in the winter of 1870. 1 was a printer id St. Louis in the spring of that year, with a little experience in editing a paper, and there was a chance for me to go to a new mining town that started up about 60 miles from Denver and start a paper, or, rather, keep the one going that had been started there by the chap who wanted me to come out and join him. “There was adventure in it, and I was younger then than lam now. So it was that in May I was the editor in chief of The Blue Gulch Gazette, a weekly journal of civilization, as we proudly announced in our motto line. We did nicely all that summer, and I enjoyed it, though I was told it wasn’t so pleasant climatically in winter. One of the attractions of the office was a ‘devil’ that we had got from the newsboy gang in St. Louis, and he was the sharpest and brightest little cuss in the state of Colorado- He was about 14 years old, and he wouldn’t weigh over 50 pounds, but he was all nerve ami muscle. “Well, the first snowfall was in October early, and the weather whacked around to all points of the compass for the next six weeks. Then it settled steady, and the week before Christmas it looked as if we were going to have a nice holiday week, but we were doomed to disappointment, for three nights before the day the snow be gan falling and a terrific blizzard swept up through the high walled valley in which our town was located. Thirty-six hours later, when we got up in the morn ing, the town was snowed under, and there was no getting around at ail. I sent Snips out to see if he could bore through, and he came back in half an hour with something hot for us to eat, Snips and I occupying a back room in the office and boarding around. He told me ho had seen, two or three people at the restaurant who had burrowed through a block or two, as the snow was light, but bow deep it was none of them knew, as it was above the roofs of the two story houses, the highest we bad. “Then a brilliant idea camo to Snips. “ ‘There’s our smokestack, major,’ he said. ‘lt’s 47 feet by the measure and just about the size for me to pull myself up through by them wires inside of it, just like I did when we fixed that guy. Let me swarm up to the top of it and see where the snow comes to. I edn do it easy.’ “Well, gents,” concluded the western editor, “I let him go, and he never came back. I guess ho must have fallen off of tho top some way smothered in the snow or frozeiv to death or something. Anyway, when tho snow thawed down in a rain that followed in a couple of weeks, wo found the poor little fellow in the pure white snow and as black as the ace of spades from the soot that he had got on himself climbing up in that smokestack.” —Washington JStar. Turkish Artillery. Artillery, which was very numerous, was excellently horsed and gunned, but poorly trained. Six cannon, 80 men and 60 horses were the complement of a bat tery. The guns were 7Ji centimeters (3 inch) Krupp-Manteli, all in first class con dition, cased and clean, the limbers and gun carriages of the ordinary pattern. Tho shell weighed 12 and the shrapnel 14 pounds, fired- by time or percussion fuses. The horses were for the most part from Russia or Hungary and ran bigger than those of the cavalry. The men, recruited from all parts of the empire, did the man ual port of their work well, but there was very little technical skill, and a battery had rarely more than one trained artillery officer. Three batteries of horse artillery armed with nine pounders were attached to the cavalry division. These, however, were short of spare horses, the gunners sat on the limbers and carriages. Accord ingly the speed was not very groat. There were also three batteries of mountain guns on mules, first class weapons, but tho gun ners very slow. Eighteen howitzers came up to Sferflje, but were never brought any farther, as there was no need for them. Taking it all round, the artillery, un like the cavalry, was a very strong arm, but like the cavalry it was never made sufficient use of—the best work being done by tho corps artillery, which acted under the orders of Riza Pasha, who frequently used to borrow divisional batteries when he had need of them.—“ With the Turkish Army In Thessaly,” by Clive Bigham. Charles A. Dana. Charles A. Dana, the editor of the New York Sun, is on the high road to complete recovery from his recent severe illness, which was tho result of overwork on his return from Russia. He is now 78, and his father lived to the age of 87. All his life Mr. Dana has taken intelligent care of his health, exercising and living well, but on plain and wholesome food. When he lived in New York, over 20 years ago, he used to visit an up town riding acadMur at very early hours, even before daylightMn winter time, when he could have the arenh, altogether to himself, and ride furiously until he had tired three or four horses in succession. He would jump off a horse going at full speed, run alongside and leap into the saddle again like a circus per former, and could even stand upon the saddle while going at a gallop, and at that time he must have been at least 50 years old.—San Francisco Argonaut. His Answer. A New Orleans man who wanted to be a policeman and made preparation for the civil service examination found that he had studied along the wrong lines. He determined to make use of his newly ac quired knowledge, however, when he came to a question that struck him as absurd. The question was, “If a bullet is dropped in a well and it takes five seconds for it to strike the water, how far is it fi om the top of the well to the surface of the water?” The candidate answered: “Heathen mythology says that when Jupi ter kicked Vulcan out of heaven it took him 47 days and 9 nights to fall If so, how far is heaven from Kosciusko, Miss. ?” —Exchange. A Sensible Policeman. A St. Louis policeman, who had a war rant of arrest against a woman for alleged assault and battery, refused to imprison her when he found it was directed against a lady in the eighty-six th yearof her age. He took her to a friend’s house and secured b.iil for her, and the prosecuting attorney, when told that she was too old and feeble to assault anybody, said he would revoke the warrant.--Exchange. THE CZAR’S CURIOSITY? 31 He Destroyed Uis l>«urhtor’s 801 l to See How the Mechanism Worked. The heavy burden of autocracy has not destroyed all the boyish instincts in Nich olas Il’s disposition, as the following an ecdote, heard at a dinner party given in honor of a gentleman of M. Fauro's escort in his late journey, proves: The president, after having searched all the best Parisian Shops to find some toys worthy of the two little grand duchesseh’ acceptance, and, having bought the everlasting golden rattle for Miss Tatiana, was in despair for some thing out of the common to give Miss Olga. Ho at last chose two wonderful dolls, one got up as an elegant lady, tho other as an overdressed little girl K and, after much difficulty a most complicated piece of machinery was inserted, thanks to which, when wound up, tho lady and her daughter begin a ludicrous bit of con versation, which is finished by the little girl crying because she is not allowed to ride a donkey on account of her gauze dress. The baby grand duchess was delighted, but not more so than her father, who, it appears, spent an hour on the floor with the child listening to the squeaky dia logue between tho dolls. But the time came when the princess had to go to bed, which she did very reluctantly. As for the emperor, he remained an instant in the boudoir after her departure with the two clever artificial ladies who had taken his fancy, while tho empress, M. Faure and some ladies and gentlemen of the court were talking in the next room. Sud denly a strange noise like that of an infer nal machine was heard, followed by a loud cry of dismay, and everybody rushed to see what it was. There was tho emperor safe and sound, but with a dismal face, looking at the dolls, which he had partly undressed to find out the secret hidden in their bosoms, while the dolls were chattering away as if they would never stop. The empress, un able to restrain her temper, snatched up the carpeted board on which were stand ing and shaking the two precious ladies, and after having crushed her husband with a withering eye she said to a gentle man near her: “Please send this away. It is too bad The emperor spoils everything ho touches.” But Nicholas looked so penitent and the mishap was so funny that she could not help laughing.—'. Philadelphia Times. When Was the Bible Completed? Scholars differ in opinion as to the date at which the books now found in the New Testament were completed, but it is prob able that this was accomplished not later than 130. Many centuries had passed in the formation of the Old Testament, but the New was all written within a single 100 years. The decision as to which books should be received into the new canon was not so quickly reached, for the earliest fa thers of the church frequently quote from other gospels, such as one “according to tho Egyptians," or “according to the He brews, ” and the Syrian* church accepted some books not received by that of north Africa or tho western, church and vice versa. There is a logend that at tho first ecumencial council of Nicaea, 325, copies of all tho Christian literature then current were laid beneath the altar and the gen uine books leaped out of tho mass and ranged themselves on the altar. It prob ably contains a germ of the truth —that at this convocation it was decided that the books now received were apostolic or writ ten under apostolic direction, and tho oth ers were spurious. Be this as it may, the judgment of several generations of Chris- 1 tians certainly decided upon the value of these books as distinguished from many others written at about that time or later, and the council Os Carthage (397) is said to have fixed tho canon. The word “can on” was first used by Athanasius, in the fourth century, in the sense of “accepted” or “authorized,” and Jerome and Augus tine held the present New Testament as canonical.—Clifton ffiirby Lovy in Ameri can Monthly Review of Reviews. The Evil of Trade Unionism. Wo are not disputing hero the right of workmen to combine for the advancement and protection of their craft. Nor is it to bo denied that such right carries with it the right for each trade union to make such rules and regulations as it deems fit for its o .v'i members. Where tho mischief begins is when trade unions seek to make rules which fetter other workmen and which tie tho hands of employers. And where trade unionism begins to bo abso lutely destructive in its effects on industry is where, on the one hand, it endeavors to make a clbse corporation by limiting tho number and restricting the employment of apprentices, and where, on tho other band, it restricts tho labor of the most competent to tho capacity of the most idle and least efficient. All this trade unionism does. Overt' mo is objected to because, it is alleged, it di minishes the number that maybe employ ed. But if overtime is not worked orders cannot bo executed within tho time in which they are required. Therefore, the orders will cease to come, and because Bill was not allowed to work extra hours Jack, Tom and Jim will not be able to get work at all. —Benjamin Taylor in Cassler’s Magazine. Rothschild’s Error. It may require as much imagination to draw pleasure out of an unspent dollar as it does to get it from an unsmelled flower, or an unkissed love, or any of the unexist ing realities that poets-deal in. Many a laborious and ascetic financier must live in a world of imagination, a commercial dream, as little tangible as that of the poet. “My food and lodging are all I get for my wealth,” said the elder Rothschild. He was mistaken; ho forgot his dream of wealth. He, too, was one of the poets of a financial age. Nor, lastly, can it be that the delight of giving one self up to an impassioned thought, of which one is as sura as death and for which one is willing to die, is not still, as it always has been, the ktenest pleas ure of a human soul. —H. G. Chapman in Atlantic. St. Paul and Minneapolis. Fifteen years ago Chicago was the great central wheat market of the west. Even as late as four years ago its wheat receipts were over 50,000,000 bushels, but in 1896 they had declined to 19,101,152 bushels, while the wheat receipts of Minneapolis were 69,568,870 bushels and those of Du luth and Superior 56,607,397 —the total of the two cities being 126,176,267 bushels, or six times and a half the Chicago receipts. These figures tell tfeeir own story of the shifting of the trade currents of the north west to their natural channels and go far to explain the remarkable growth of St. Paul and Minneapolis from a population of 83,000 in 1870 to more than ten times that number in 1897. —“The New North west, by J A Wheelock, in Harper’s Magazine. j , TRAGEDIES OF THE MINES. Carlon* AmMkU That Have HappoaeNM Delven After Hidden Treasure. “In thia line of work we come acroae some curious accidents and narrow escapes,” said Deputy Mine Inspector Frank Hunter the other night * 'One thing struck me long ago, and that is how much it takes to kill a man some times and how easily the thread of life is often snapped. ‘‘Down in Colorado I knew a fellow who plunged down BCO feet in a single compartment shaft. He went to the bottom, but did not break a bone. Os course he was pretty badly jarred up and a good deal frightened, but he was all right again in a day or two. When he fell, he went down feet first, and a big oilskin that he wore opened out at the bottom and acted as a parachute. He said the last part of his descent was so mnch slower than the first that he hardly thought he was dropping at all and half expected to remain suspended in the shaft, like Mohammed’s coffin. “Nearly always when a man falls any distance he turns over, if he starts feet downward, and finishes his plunge head first. I have seen a number of coses where the man fell with his boots on and was found barefooted when he was picked up. I suppose this is because the blood goes to the head, making the feet smaller, and besides the pressure of the air upon the heel and counter acts as a bootjack. ‘‘l had to go over to Sand Coulee to investigate an accident in which one man was killed and another had three ribs broken. Speaking of Sand Coulee, it struck me while I was there shat if I wanted to commit suicide I would go there to do it. I don’t mean that life becomes such a burden in the coal coun try that tho ties that bind are more easily severed than elsewhere, but that it affords unsurpassed facilities for a cheap and happy dispatch. It’s a won der to me that some of the many peo ple who annually launch themselves into eternity from Butte do not take the Sand Coulee route. “Down in the coal mines there is one passage that is three miles long, and in some of the chambers air does not to circulate. Upon the walls there is a gathering of moisture, and if you puff a cigar in one of these cham bers the smoke will seek the walls, where it clings with an undulating movement like a spray of weeds under running water. That dew on tho walls is white damp, and the dead air of the chamber where it is found is poisonous. In a few minutes a feeling of drowsi ness steals over a man who breathes it, and before long he is asleep and'dream ing deliciously, so those say who have been resuscitated. But the sleep is akin to that of the lost traveler over whose numbed limbs the arctio snow eddies and drifts, for unless help comes soon there is no awakening. If, however, the venturesome explorer of these under ground deathtraps realizes his danger in time and manages to stagger out in to the fresh air, he has an experience to undergo which may cause him to re gret that he did not remain inside. Ev ery bone and muscle aches with the in tolerable poignancy that is known to convalescents from yellow fever. The treatment is simple, but effective. Be ing nearly dead, the sufferer is nearly buried. A hole is dug in the soft earth, and the victim is made to stand up in it while the dirt is thrown in around him until only his head is seen above ground. This seems to draw out the soreness, and in a short time the patient has ful ly recovered.”—Butte (Mon.) Miner. Life of the Sultan. Richard Davey, in his book, “The Sultan and His Subjects,” says: ‘ ‘As to the sultan himself, his life is of the simplest and most arduous. He rises at 6 and works with his secreta ries until noon, when he breakfasts. After that he takes a drive or a row on the lake, within his vast park. When he returns, he gives audience to the grand vizier, the sheik-ul-islam, and other officials. At 8 o’clock he dines, sometimes alone, not infrequently in company with one of the embassadors. Occasionally his majesty entertains tho wives and daughters of the embassadors and other Pera notabilities at dinner. The meal, usually a very silent one, is served in gorgeous style, ala Francaiee, on the finest of plate and the most ex quisite of porcelain. The treasures of silver and the Sevres at Yildiz are hors de ligne, both in quantity and quality. Very often in the everting Abdul Ham id plays duets on the piano with his younger children. He is very fond of light music, and his favorite score is that of ‘La Fille de Mme. Angot. ’ He dresses like an ordinary European gen tleman, always wearing a frock coat, the breast of which, on great occasions, is richly embroidered and blazing with decorations. ’ ’ High Priced Bumblebee*. Many years ago the farmers of Aus tralia imported bumblebees from Eng land and set them free in their clover fields. Before the arrival of the bees clover did not flourish in Australia, but after their coming the farmers had no more difficulty on that score. Mr. Darwin had shown that bumblebees were the only insects fond of clover nec tar which possessed a proboscis suffi ciently long to reach the bottom of the long, tubelike flowers and at the same time a body heavy enough to bend down the clover head so that the pollen would fall on the insect’s back and thus be carried off to fertilize other flowers of the same species. According to a writer in Popular Science News, the bumble bees sent to Australia cost the fanners there about half a dollar apiece, but they proved to be worth the price. Their Boatman. Mrs Eastlake—You visited Venice while you were in Europe, I hear, Mrs. Trotter? Mrs. Trotter—Yes, indeed, and we were rowed about by one of the chande liers for which that city is noted.— Harper’s Bazar. •" ■ - ■■ ■■ ~ "-■imaM Carlon* Accident* That Hava Happened tn Clmrlcr and Sclmmms* It is eaay for those who have never had • true university training, who have had their ideas of culture shaped by the com mercial fashion of this particular country ■nd the whirl of turmoil in which our peo ple are carried along, to persuade them ■elves that wo arc now quite beyond the need of Latin and Greek; that tho places of the classic languages can bo and ought to be supplied by tho more practical study of French and German. This demand for practical and useful things is just as erroneous as the ono previously mention ed. It loses sight of the fundamental principle in education—vlx, that the sole purpose of education is discipline In think ing and the cultivation of attachment to the npbio and thq ideal. That the classic languages afford a better discipline to tho mind than any other is generally conceded by the best authorities and proved by the experience of every age. In our own time wo find tho most emi nent savans of Germany of this opinion, ■nd In England Lord Kelvin, the ex-pros- Ident of the Royal society, who for 50 years has engaged in physical research and is easily the greatest man of science since Laplace, comes out squarely against tho making of Greek optional in the Universi ty of Cambridge, and tho proposition is voted down In the senate by an over whelming majority. Is it likely that on this great question such mature and intel ligent judgment can be wrong and that of the inexperienced and the unclassio teacher right? Training in the classic languages affords the desired mental dis cipline and stimulates a careful and ac curate use of language and of thought, which, as has been said before, is the es sential condition of scientific progress. I advocate therefore a return to the study of the classics as the best and safest basis for the advancement of science; be sides, the ideals and the philosophy and the poetry of the ancients, far removed from the corrupting clamors of our time, exert the most noble influence upon tho mind, and from that point of view alone Latin and Greek should be maintained as the basis of linguistic study.—Dr. T. J. J. Lee in Popular Astronomy, Tactics That Won. “I’ll never forget when wo had old Bluntly at the head of our campaign com mittee,” said the ex-congressman vAio re cently retired from politics. “All we put him there for was as a figurehead. He was honest, straightforward and univer sally trusted by the people. We simply wanted the benefit of bls reputation, in tending to make tho fight without any of his help. “But the old chap fooled us. He took the thing in deadly earnest and watched things with tho care of a locomotive en gineer hauling a fast passenger train. He believed in doing everything aboveboard and was a bonanza to reporters. When a man of some prominence on tho other side pretended to be converted to ours and made a dramatic demonstration at n big mass meeting of his change of heart, Bluntly gave it out that tho fellow had been hired to play the part and was a rank hypocrite. When wo had made terms with a lot of repeaters to come in and help us out, Bluntly exposed tho scheme and call ed the attention of tho authorities to it in away they could not ignore. When we bought up the leaders of a certain organi zation, promising so much for each vote delivered from that source, Bluntly called attention to the conspiracy and declared that he would prosecute bribers and bribed if it were carried out. ” ‘ ‘ Whew I Did tho fellows onsyour ticket know they were running?” “Did they? We swept the board. Not an office got away. Bluntly’s honesty was so novel and refreshing that the people wore tickled beyond expression. They couldn’t believe that a man of his nerve and Integrity could bo Indorsing the wrong ticket, and It went with a whoop.” —Detroit Free Pess. It Made All the Difference. “Oh!” exclaimed Mrs. Midgen. She had been shopping and visiting and had just arrived home when a thought struck her. She clasped her hands together in dismay, and in her agitation sat flat down on the cat. ‘ ‘ Whatever shall I do?” “I expect you will get over it,” said Mr. JjHdgen testily. He was waiting for his tea. “What is it?” “I took my diary out with me instead of that little pricebook,,and if I haven’t been and left it somewhere! Suppose somebody should get hold of it and read It?” “Ha, ha!” laughed her husband. “That will be fine sport. How I should like to see them reading all the rubbish you have written in it! What’s tho good of going back? You’ll never get it.” “Oh, I remember now!” suddenly cried Mrs. Midgen. “It Is my old one. So it doesn't matter at all. I feel quite re lieved.” “What was in it?” said he, feeling dls appo in ted. “I used to amuse myself by copying your love letters in it, and I Imitated your signature at the bottom of them. ” “What?” yelled Midgon, jumping to hia feet and grabbing at bls hair. “Do you want people to know what an idiot I am and make me the laughing stock of the parish just when I'm putting up for tho vestry? Go and look for It, quick I And offer £lO reward for it!” And if it hadn’t been found in Mrs. Midgen’s bag at that very moment there Is no telling what would have happened to that household.—Pearson’s Weekly. What I* Public Opinion? It is obvious that there arc two kinds of public opinion. One is the popular belief in the fitness or rightness of something, which Mr. Balfour calls “climate,” a be lles that certain lines of conduct should bo followed or a certain belief held by good citizens or right thinking persons. Suoh a belief does not Impose any duty on anybody beyond outward conformity to the received standards. Tho one lam now talking of Is the public opinion, or con sensus of opinion among large bodies of persons, which acts as a political force, imposing on those In authority certain en actments or certain lines of policy. The first of these does not change and is not seriously modified in much less than 50 years. The second is being incessantly modified by the events of the day.—EyL. Godwin in Atlantic. Episcopal Church Statistic*. Whittaker’s “Protestant Episcopal Al manac” for 1898, which is out, is a care ful and comprehensive digest of Episcopal ohurch statistics and growth. There are at present in that ohurch 4,776 clergymen, an increase of 53 over the previous year; 6,882 churches, an increase of 46; 664,083 communicants, an increase of 23,938, and 488,600 Sunday school scholars, an In crease of 18,077. Its contributions for all purposes during the last year were 112,- #96,818.06, being an increase of 410,988.65 over the previous year. AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. ~ 1 WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD * C ASTORIA.,’* AND / “PITCHER’S CASTOBIA,” AS OUR TRADE MARK. I, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, 0/ Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now on bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. This is the original “ PITCHER'S CASTORIA, ’ which has been used in the homes of tfhe Mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought on the 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. 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