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Fitzgerald Leader.
FITZGERALD, GEORGIA.
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So long as Europe is short on fooq
it is pretty oertain to be long on peace.
A New York watchmaker recently
accomplished the feat of drilling a hole
through a common pin from head to
point. What he did with the hole is
not stated.
A farmer in Virginia has just mar¬
keted 4000 barrels of apples in Lou¬
don at $3.50 per barrel and is asking
no odds of the wheat farmer across the
way. There is a prize for evorybody
in this seasou’s grab-bag.
Bismarck, in his prime, was re¬
garded as the ablest as well as the
most unscrupulous diplomat of his
time, but now, in his old age, he de¬
clares that he was worried more by
the Empress Augusta than by all the
schemers in and out of Germany. This
is a high tribute to the diplomatic
ability of woman by one who has never
shown any great partiality for the sex.
The rapid transformation of Ger¬
many from an agricultural to a manu¬
facturing Nation has caused an extra¬
ordinary migration from the couutry
to the cities, which began about thirty
years ago and has been increasing with
great rapidity. In 1885 forty-three
per cent, of the population lived in
towns of 2000 and more inhabitants.
In 1890 the percentage had reached
forty-seven; in 1S95 it was fifty-three
per cent., and at present it is believed
that at least fifty-five per cent, reside
in the cities.
The commissioners in charge of the
construction of the new State Capitol
of Minnesota have, after several Weeks’
consideration, decided to build the
superstructure out of Georgia mar¬
ble, announces the Atlanta Journal.
The edifice is to cost over a million.
When Georgia bnilt her million dollar
Capitol, she went to Indiana for the
stone. This shows just how far Min¬
nesota is ahead of Georgia when it
comes to selecting building stone and
how far Georgia is ahead of all other
States in producing it.
Maternal love cannot always be that
holy thing people generally consider
it. A curious proof of the fact comes
from Stafford Springs, Conn. A land¬
lord there, thinking to compliment the
wife of one of his Italian tenants, told
her he wouldn’t think of offering her
less than his prize-winning brown Leg¬
horn rooster in exchange for such a
charming child as the babe of ten
months she was carrying in her arms.
Two days later the woman called at the
landlord’s house, demanded the rooster
% exchange for her child, and would
not be put off until the landlord bribed
her with a barrel of apples to call the
trade off.
William Spohn Baker, who has just
died in-Philadelphia, was the owner of
a collection of Washingtoninna that
many judges pronounced the most com¬
plete m existence. It consists of en¬
graved portraits and biographies of
Washington, together with books of
reference on Washington’s time.
“These books,” says the Philadelphia
Ledger, “numbering about five hun¬
dred, together with about one thou¬
sand engravings, principally portraits,
and nine hundred medals, will, it is
believed, now go to enrich the collec¬
tion of the Historical Society of Penn¬
sylvania, of which for years he was an
active member, holding at oue time the
office of Vice-President.”
An enormous boom in the show busi¬
ness is impending, predicts the Chica¬
go Record. The day ^>f the magic
lantern and the still-life screen picture
or illustration is past, and the rush for
machines that project liL-size moving
figures is so great that the manufac¬
turers cannot keep up with their or¬
ders. The number of different names
given to these machines is confusing,
but practically they all mean the same
thing. There is the cinematograph,
the biograph, the animatograph and
the kinetoscope. The very latest
machine is the projectoscope, in which
it is claimed that the vibration which
heretofore has been the principal de¬
fect in projecting machines is almost
entirely obviated. It employs an
electric lamp, and so escapes the dan¬
ger of fire, which proved so disastrous
in Paris recently. Dr. John Macin*
tyre is probably the first to combine
the Roentgen rays with projecting
machines, aud thus exhibit the move¬
ments of the bones in animals. Thus
far he has confined himself to frogs,
but it is confidently expected that be¬
fore long the moving living skeleton
will be taken on the film of the pro¬
jectoscope and shown with absolute
fidelity on the screen.
THE OLD HOMESTEAD.
Its worn-out acres fallow lie,
Unpnmeil the orchard stands
For they who tended them long since
Have gone to other lands—
One to the prairies of the West,
And one noross the sea;
the rest have reached that blessed Country
Where partings may not he.
Tho elm boughs tap the skylight dim
As in tho days agone,
They tapped to waken merrily
The littlo folk at dawn.
The woodbine curtains tonderiy
The shattered window pane.
Yet grants admittance to Its friends.
The sunshine and the rain.
No step, no whisper, breaks the hush.
But hist! A sweep of wings
Athwart tho attic’s dreaming dusk.
And tender twitterings!
A tenant for the empty nest?
See—from tho window ledge
A phoebe bird calls to its mate
Upon the cradle’s edge!
And in the cradle, vacant long,
Four downy fledgelings peep
And cuddle close. They’ll dream of wings
All And through twitter the in quiet their sieop
While the dingy summer wall night;
on thin,
Flit silently the weird shapes
That come at moonlight’s call.
O, life and love that were of yore!
O, sad old house beroft!
To thee but memory’s treasured store
And the little birds are left.
One of thine own is in the West,
And one across the foam;
The rest are in that fairest Xjand
Of Home, Sweet Home.
—Minnie Leona Upton, in Zion’s Herald.
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lit THE FOG. s
BY ABBIE F. BROWS.
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P_ HE fog is coming
in very thick,
Sally. I am glad
that Thacher con-
eluded to come in
H for all. old alone the anyone sailor steamer It in is a not to sailboat but come after safe an
Ik'mmirjtmi «*«» from Rockland
even in clear
weather. ”
“No, he was crazy to think of it.
I suppose he will try his best to
drown me, too, before the next two
weeks are over,” Sally spoke languidly
from the Bangor chair where she
swung on the west piazza.
“Sally Belmont! Don’t say such
awful things, it is tempting Provi¬
dence!” rejoined her mother, reprov¬
ingly, as siie adjusted the field glasses
aud swept the western stretch of
Penobscot Bay. “Ah, here comes the
steamer notv,” she said suddenly,
sighting a dark speck piercing the
mists between them and the Camden
Hills. Sallie remained impassive.
Her mother glanced at her keenly.
“You will go down to meet him, of
course? Why, Sallie, you haven’t
even put on a pretty dress! What a
queer girl!”
Sallie glanced down at her plain
yachting rig carelessly. ‘ ‘Yes, I sup¬
pose I shall go,” she said wearily.
“This is such a gossip box. But there,
is plenty of time.”
Mrs. Belmont looked doubtfully at
her daughter for a moment, then
sighed and went into the house. She
could not understand these moods at
all. She had notiacted like this when
she had been a girl—and engaged.
Sallie remained in the Bangor chair
idly swinging herself by the edge of a
rustic table to which her fingers clung.
Her eyes strayed restlessly over the
scene spread before the broad piazza
—the fog rolling heaving in from the
east, almost hiding the opposite shore
of the narrow Reach; the lighthouse,
the vague outlines of Cape Rosier to
the west, and a misty purple blue
where she knew were the Camden
Hills beyond. Then they restedques-
tioningly on the dark speck which had
drawn nearer now.
Was there ever another girl who felt
like this? she wondered. She felt no
jov, no anticipation, no flutter of ex¬
citement. And yet she had not seen
Thacher for three whole months. In¬
deed, her keenest feeling was one of
resentment at this intrusion upon the
quiet and solitariness of her retreat.
Yet she knew that the other girls on
this desert isle,—No-Man’s Land, as
they ruefully termed it,—were at this
moment gathering eagerly on the slip
to see whom the steamer might bring,
and were envying her the personal
property destined for Sunnycroft
Cottage. Sally sighed wearily; and
frownedfat the black spot now assum¬
ing more definite shape. This was
what it was to be engaged at a summer
resort.
The steamer rounded the point and
came slowly up to the landing,ns Sally
sauntered out upon the slip with the
eyes of the assembled cottagers upon
her. The fog rolling in made the
faces indistinct, but it seemed evident
that Thacher was not>among the arri¬
vals. The steamer moved slowly away
again; Thacher had certainly not come.
Yet it was with no other feeling than
a throb of resentment at being thus
needlessly drawn from the comfort- of
her piazza that Sally turned upon her
heel and proceeded to the postoffice to
await the distribution of the mail.
But as she thought more of the mat¬
ter, it did seem very queer that
Thacher had not come. She wondered
why,as she waited for the letter which
she felt sure would tell her, and when
at last it was handed to her in his
familiar writing, she thrust it sullenly
into her pocket and went out.
“Fog’s gittin’ mighty thick, Miss
Sally,” said old Cap’n Winters, while
she stood deliberating as to where she
should go next. “Hope v»ur young
man ain’t cornin’ in a sailboat after all.
I cal’late no stranger ought to pilot a
boat round these ledges with a first-
class Bar Harbor fog on, And that’s
what it is, sure enough.”
“Oh, I think Mr. Manning will
probably oomo on the next steamer,”
she answered, carelessly, and walked
slowly away towards the cottage, with
a like feeling of disgust, knowing that,
the captain, every one was prob¬
ably wondering and speculating over
the non-appearance of her “young
man."
“What was the use of having a
young mau anyway?—especially if he
could not abide by his own plans, aud
must needs change his mind half a
dozen times a week,” thought Sally,
as she read his brief note, explaining
that he would sail over in the Nautilus
aftor all, having met a friend in Bock-
land whom he must see on business.
He promised, however, to reach No-
Man’s Land before dark that night.
Sally sniffed pettishly, He needn’t
think she cared. Ho needn’t come at
all so far as she was concerned. In¬
deed, if he couldn’t come at the time
he had first set he might as well not
come at all.
Sally wandered aimlessly along the
cliff to her favorite shelf in the rock,
and there she sat down to think. She
had spent many hours there during
the past three months, and there she
had worked herself up into her present
state of gloomy dissatisfaction and
restlessness, She had been very
lonely here on the Island, with no
intimate friends and few acquaintances
among the summer contingent whom
she found congenial or likely to be¬
come so.
The summer had dragged wearily
for her, filled with embroidery which
she loathed and idleness which always
disagreed with her. Sally was a de¬
votee of athletic sports, but just be¬
fore her departure for No-Man’s Land,
a badly-sprained ankle had forced her
to a summer of laziness and lounging,
instead of the exercise which she
loved.
Moreover, Timelier was not much of
a letter writer, and his epistles had
been a poor substitute for his own
breezy and magnetic presence. Their
acquaintance had been short, their en¬
gagement following hard upon their
first meeting and “love at sight.”
Thacher had exerted a powerful influ¬
ence over her from the first. But
now, less than a year after their first
meeting, three months of which had
been spent away from him, Sally,
looked upon their engagement with
very different feelings. She was lone¬
ly, bored, tired and miserable; piqued
at Thacher’s apparent carelessness.
She hardly knew what she did want,
but she was very sure that it was not
Sitting there on the shelf above the
breakers, with the fog rolling in thick
around her so that she could barely
see the rooks wet with spray, twenty
feet below, she felt utterly dissatisfied
with herself and her engagement. For
the five-hundreth time she rehearsed
the arguments against breaking off an
engagement which she was nojv sure
had been a mistake. She knew that,
she would be blamed—tho girl always
is in such cases. She dreaded her
mother’s disapproval and Thacher’s
anger and grief—though, perhaps,
after all, she thought, that would not
be so keen. She tore a spray of the
harebells with the joint of the umbrella
as she meditated.
The date for the wedding was indeed
fixed, but known only to the two fam¬
ilies. After all, the reasons against
the step seemed weak and trivial in¬
deed when set over against the utter
wretchedness of the past three months
—the doubt,the worry and self-distrust.
It was certainly not fair to Thacher.
It was most unfair to her, who could
be so happy with the right man, and ;
who could make him, too, so happy.
A large tear fell from Sally’s eyes, but
she brushed it impatiently away, and,
jumping up, strode hastily along the
path toward home. Her mind was
made up. The engagement should be
broken. She would speak to Thacher
about it that very night.
The afternoon wore slowly away,
the fog lowering heavier and heavier,
and finally settling down with a denss
mist to render the blackness mors
gloomy. But Sally’s heart seemed
easier now that she had resolved c;i
the proper course; though she inward¬
ly trembled at the thought of the i i-
terview with Thacher, and the appa¬
rently capricious reason she must
assign for her action.
She was sitting in the cottage par¬
lor after tea, reading a novel, and
vaguely wondering why Thacher had
not come before dark as he had prom¬
ised, when her mother came in hur¬
riedly.
“Sally, dear—I am quite woitied
about Thacher’s boat. It hasn’t come
yet, aud Captain Winters says liial he
wouldn’t sail from Rockland to-night
for a thousand dollars.”
Sally made no reply. Her heart
was strangely hard this evening. In
any case she was not one easily to be
worried over a trifle. Mrs. Belmont,
however, was very anxious, and bus¬
tled nervously about the little room,
until a heavy step on the piazza made
her gasp with relief, aud run hastily
to meet her prospective son-in-law.
It was not Thacher’s cheery young
face that greeted her in the doorway,
but old Captain Winters’ anxious
weather-beaten one. He beckoned
her outside clumsily.
“Bad news for ye, Mis’ Belmont,”
ho muttered hoarsely, with a warning
gesture toward Sally, who, however,
heard every word. “Cap’n Seaworth
has jus’ got iu through the fog from
Castine. ’N he’s towed Tong the ten¬
der of the Nautilus—found her empty
an’ knockin’ on the rocks off Cape
Rosier. He says he cal’lates the
Nautilus must have got on the rocks
and been brok% up. We can’t do
nothin’ ’bout it to-night, an’ I reckon
it ain’t no use anyhow.”
Sallie heard no more. Dazed and
still she sat by the table, her fingers
still marking the place in her book.
Thacher was not coming then, after
all. He would never come any more.
Her engagement was “off” definitely,
and with no words or trouble between
them. She hardly realized yet the
full significance of her release.
Mrs. Belmont, coming in and seeing
at a glance that Sally had heard the
nows, was wild with expressions of
grief and desjjair. Sallie, however,
did not shed a tear and spoke never a
word, but sat silent and rigid; till, in
despair at her apparent calmness, her
mother left her to herself a*d went
out to see if anything could be done.
Left alone in the cottage, Sally re¬
mained quiet for awhile, then a ner-
vous trembling seized her, a desire to
be outdoors in the fog and blackness.
And snatching up a waterproof, she
threw it over her shoulders and rushed
out, along the cliff, slippery now with
mist and rain, tracing the path to
her own nook of, the afternoon.
There she sat down again and
thought, reviewing all the past; her
meeting with Timelier, the first happy
days of their engagement, the weeks
of his kindness and forbearance, of
her whims and caprices, his tender-
ness nt the time of her acei-
dent, and his sorrow at being
obliged to remain when she
went away for the summer. Then
she recalled the weeks of her mor¬
bid sulkiness, and lastly, with a throb,
the final injustice of her anger with
him that morning, her selfish resolu¬
tion to break the engagement—and
this her punishment. With a sob she
threw herself on the wet ground, and
with her lips pressed hard head on her in en-
gagement ring, buried her the
folds of the waterpoof fallen upon the
shelf of rock.
How long she remained there she
never knew - , but it seemed hours of
black horror, of utter self-abasement
and contrition. At last she felt a hand
laid softly on her head, and an eager,
tender voice spoke low in her ear—
“Sally! Sally, dear! Did you think
I wasnever coming?
For a moment it seemed too good to
be true; then with a faint cry, she let
him draw her up, trembling aud weak
and wet.
“Dear heart, your mother said I
should probably find you here. I liur-
ried as fast as I could tho Nautilus ^
was not wrecked after all only lost
the tender when we capsized. There,
there, little girl! Did you really care
so much, Sally ?
The fingers of her disengaged left
hand closed tightly over the ring it
wore, aud her eyes were wet, and she
whispered with trembling lips—
“Oh, Thacher did I care?. It was
the fog in my heart I couldn t see I
didn t know how much I cared! iho
Housewife.
The Spider As a Manufacturer.
M. Cachot is a Frenchman who has
solved the problem of utilizing the
web of the spider by turning it into
silk of a beautiful and fairy fineness.
A delicate little machine containing a
number of tiny bobbins is made to re¬
volve coutimiously by a light-running
gear. The end of the web is caught
while it is still attached to the spider,
and the little machine is set in motion.
The spider does not seem to mind hav¬
ing its web pulled off, and the move¬
ment is continued until the spider has
completely surrendered its shining
structure. It is then released, put
aside and fed until it has recuperated
its powers, and a fresh spider attached
to the gear. M. Cachot intends es-
tablishing a large factory near Paris,
and is advertising in the French papers
for large quantities of spiders.
The thread of the silkworm is said
to be one-thousandth of an inch in di-
ameter.
The Youngest Private Secretary.
“Probably the youngest private see-
retary ever entered on the records of
the Department of State in Washing-
ton,” says the Philadelphia Times,
“is little Ye We-Chong, the only son
of the Minister from Corea. This
secretary is only nine years old, and a
year ago did not know a word of Eng-
lish, but is now beginning to speak
and write in this language, of which
has a greater control than his
father. He is quick and bright and
eager to learn, has adopted the Ameri-
can style of dress, and is fast picking
the ways of young Americans.”
Flufty Maine Coon Cats.
Cat-loving visitors to Maine are sure
bring back to their homes in other
States the pretty, fluffy, little coon
cats for which Maine has a reputation,
Some of these animals in their normal
condition are very little different in
appearance from the ordinary cat, but
in tho presence of her enemy, the dog,
all the long, soft hair of Miss Kitty
Coon stands on end, and she swells
visibly until she has a barrel-like ap-
A bandbox with air holes,
seen on a Maine train, is almost sure
be the traveling home of one of
feline products.
Food of Mountain Climbers.
Professor Tyndall used to saj that
Alpine guides ate butter and honey
climbing, as finding that they
supplied the greatest amount of heat
nourishment. He himself nibbled
cake of chocolate every two hours
on the mountains. These facts
supply hints to tourists everywhere.
Nowadays, one may easily, too, carry
soup-squares, or tea-tablets, to be
made into a refreshing drink
with the addition of hot water.
Vlctoria’s Mileage.
Queen Victoria, it is said, has trav¬
eled more miles than any other Euro¬
ruler. Since 1842, the year she
first entered a railway carriage, her
according to an English au¬
thority,is 2,000,000 miles. The Prince
of Wales has about 1,500,000 miles to
his credit.
Sign of the Table Tools.
Railway stations in Sweden where
you can procure hot luncheons are
known by a peculiar sign bearing the
suggestive emblem of a crossed
knife asd fork.
BRAVE BICYCLE POLICE.
THEODORE ROOSEVELT'S TRIBUTE
TO THE NEW YORK SQUAD.
Three Typical Members Who Have fireat-
ly Distinguished Themselves by Per¬
sonal Gallantry — Proficiency on the
Wheel Joined to Exceptional Nerve.
Hon. Theodore Roosevelt has a pa¬
per in the Century on “The Roll of
Honor of the New York Police.” Mr.
Roosevelt says:
The members of the bicycle squad,
which was established soon after we
took office, soon grew to show not
only extraordinary proficiency on the
wheel, but extraordinary daring. They
frequently stopped runaways,wheeling
alongside of them, grasping the horses
while going at full speed; and, what
was even more remarkable, they man¬
aged not only to overtake, hut to jump
into the vehicle and capture, on two or
three different occasions,men who were
guilty of reckless driving, and who
fought violently in resisting arrest.
They were picked men, being young
and active, and any feat of daring
which could be accomplished on the
wheel they were certain to accom¬
Three of the best riders of the bi¬
cycle squad, whose names and records
happen to occur to me, were men of
the three ethnic strains most strongly
represented in the New York police
force, being respectively of native
American, German or Irish—or, more
accurately, in this particular case of
mixed Scotch and Irish—parentage.
The German was a man of enormous
power, and he was able to stop each of
many runaways he tackled without
] og i n g hjg wheel. Choosing his time,
h e would get alongside the horse, and
seize the bit in his left hand, keeping
Lis right on the crossbar of the wheel.
g y degrees he then got the animal un-
( } er control. He never failed to stop
an q never lost his wheel. He also
never failed to overtake auy “scorcher, ”
although many of these were profes-
g j 0 nal riders who deliberately violated
Lie law to see if they could not get
away from him; for the wheelmen soon
g e ^ know the officers whose^beats
they cross.
The Yankee, though a tall, power-
f u j U ian and a very good rider, scarce-
i y « ame up to the German in either re-
S p e( q. hepossessed exceptional ability,
however, as well as exceptional nerve
an( | coolness, and he won his promo-
tj OI1 fl r st. He stopped about as many
runaways; but where the horse was
really pjwic-stricken he usually had to
turn his wheel loose, getting a firm
grip on the horse’s reins, and then
kicking his wheel so that it would fall
out of the way of injury from the
wagon. On one occasion he had a
fight with a drunken and reckless
driver who was urging to top speed a
very spirited horse. He first got hold
of the horse, whereupon the driver
lashed both him and the horse, and
the animal, already mad with terror,
could not be stopped. The officer
had of course kicked away his wheel
at the beginning, and after being
dragged along for some distance he
let go the beast, and made a grab at
the wagon. The driver hit him with
his whip, but he managed to get in,
and after a vigorous tussle overcame
his man, and disposed of him by get-
ting him down aud sitting on him.
This left his hands free for the reins,
By degrees he got the horse under
control, and drove the wagon round to
the station house, still sitting on his
victim. “I jounced up and down on
him to keep him quiet when he turned
ugly,” he remarked to me paronthet-
ically. Having disposed of the wagon,
he took the man round to the court,
and on the way the latter suddenly
sprang on him and tied to throttle
him. Convinced at last that patience
ceased to be a virtue, ha quieted his
assailant with a smash on the head
that took all the fight out of him and
he was brought before the judge and
fined. Like the other “bicycle cops,”
this officer made a number of arrests
of criminals, such as thieves, high-
waymen, and the like, in addition to
his natural prey—scorchers, runa-
ways, and the like.
The third member of the trio, a
tall, sinewy man, with flaming red
hair, which rather added to the ter¬
ror he inspired in evil doers, was
usually stationed in a rather rough
part of the city, where there was a
tendency to crimes of violence, and
incidentally an occasional desire to
harass wheelmen. The officer was as
good off his wheel as on it, and he
speedily established perfect order on
his beat, being always willing to “take
chances” in getting his man. He was
no respecter of persons, and when it
became his duty to arrest a wealthy
man for persistently refusing to
have his carriage lamps lighted
after nightfall, he brought him in
with the same indifferenfce that he
displayed in arresting a street-corner
tough who had thrown a brick at a
wheelman.
A Olio-Cow Dairy Tlieir Reliance.
Under the business name of Stu-
dents’ Dairy Company two freshmen
have started a novel enterprise to help
pay their way through college. They
are William Downer and Samuel Dick-
son , who entered the University of
California at Berkeley with the class
of 1901.
Both Downer and Dickson came
from Sacramento and have determined
to become self-reliant. They will sell
milk to professors, students and
townspeople, and in this way expect to
partly support themselves.
Downer is the leading spirit in the
venture. He says that the company
has commenced in a small way and
that at present the capital amounts to
one cow, milk cans and buckets.
There will he comparatively little ex¬
pense in caring for the bovine, and
the young stndents have hopes of a
profitable business.
WITH A YARDSTICK.
Flow Klondike Freight I. Weighed on
Steamship..
A Klondiker was a much surprised
man at the Ocean Wharf about 5 o’clock
yesterday afternoon when he asked for
rates on his outfit. His boat was sec-
tionized by being divided longitudin¬
ally, and then each half out into sec¬
tions about eight feet long. Two of
these sections were put together spoon
fashion and securely crated, and when
ready for shipment was about as bulky
as a buggy, although it perhaps did
not weigh more than fifty pounds.
The accommodating freight clerk
came out with his three-foot rule and
proceeded to take the cubical dimen¬
sions of the crate, the shipper looking
on in amazement. Never before had
he seen freight weighed with a yard
stick. The freight clerk took the
length, breadth and thickness of the
crate, whipped a blue pencil out of his
pocket and proceeded at to figure. Like
an expert such calculations be
promptly announced that the thing
weighed “three tons and a half.”
“What will the freight be?” asked
the miner, who by this time was almost
“The rate is @11 per ton toSkaguay. ”
“Jee-whiz!” exclaimed the miner
and his partner in one breadth.
“Yes,” said the clerk, “the freight
will be three 11s and a half—$38.50.
You see freight is carried according to
displacement and not weight.”
The Yukoners held a council over
the matter and concluded to ship their
boat in a different form.
Most of the boats that the miners
are taking with them for descending
the river are not put together at all,
the lumber being so cut and fitted that
it can be readily put together after
they get over the summit.
And here comes a suggestion to those
who have not yet shipped their sup¬
plies. Most of the outfits to go to the
wharves in single parcels—sacks and
bundles, the apparent upper thought
in the shipper’s mind being his own
ease in handling after he gets to Dyea
or Skaguay.
These thousand and one separate
parcels are placed on the steamship
promiscuously and will, of course, he
taken off in the same way, and the
passenger will be put to the expense
of much time and labor to get his
freight gathered when it is once in the
Alaskan warehouses. The shipper
will save himself much trouble and
considerable money if he will procure
a large dry goods box—the larger the
better, provided he can fill it—and
pack in it all of his supplies, It is
space that the steamship charges for,
and not avoirdupois. With its huge
cranes, ropes, blocks and pulleys it
handles a ton as easily as a hundred
weight.—Seattle (Wash.) Times,
Sweet Singer as a Life-Saver.
Patti has had the role of life-saver
thrust upon her by an old blind woman
who lives in the neighborhood of
Craig-y-Nos, Wales. When the latter
lay very ill she insisted that her health
would be restored if only the famous
songstress would sing to her.
Her friends, anxious to please her,
persuaded a sweet-voiced young - girl
from a distance to come over to the
cottage to sing one song, anil led the
blind woman to believe that Mme.
Patti had consented to grant her re-
quest, But the first verse was
enough.
“No, no, it’s not herself,” cried the
invalid. The deception had failed.
But I’ll live now till I do hear her
again,” she cried angrily, “I won’t
be done out of what I’d made up my
mind to!”
And she did live until long after her
wish was gratified.
How to Drink Water.
The effects produced by the drink¬
ing of water vary with the manner in
which it is drunk. If, for instance, a
pint of cold water he swallowed as a
large draught, or if it be takeu in two
portions, with a short interval bet ween,
certain definite effects follow—effects
which differ from those which would
have resulted from the same quantity
takeu by sipping. Sipping is a pow¬
erful stimulant to the circulation—a
thing which ordinary drinking is not.
During the act of sipping the action
of the nerve which shows the beats of
tho heart is abolished, and as a conse¬
quence that organ contracts much more
rapidly, the pulse beats more quickly,
and the circulation in various parts of
the body is increased. Iu addition to
this we also find that the pressure
under which the bile is secreted is
raised by the sipping of fluid.—Amer¬
ican Cultivator.
A "Tom Thumb” Traill.
An interesting exhibit at the Trans-
mississippi Exposition, at Omaha, is
to be the “Tom Thumb” train, so
called because it is said to be the
smallest in the world. It is the work
of a young man without technical train¬
ing. The engine weighs four hundred
and fifty pounds, and its length, with
the tender, is six feet 1\ inches. The
cylinder is It by2i inches, and the
driving wheels are eight inches in
diameter. The engine, however, hauls
six observation cars, in each of which
two children may be comfortably
seated. The entire length of the train
is twenty-nine feet. Six gallons of
water in the tender tank and five in
the boiler will furnish sufficient steam
to propel it for two hours.
A State Carriage For Kruger.
President Kruger, of the Transvaal,
has so far departed from his usual
simplicity in matters of the kind as to-
order from London a state carriage
which, it is said, will cost him no less
than $3500. The arms of the South
African Republic will be painted upon
the panels of the doors; silver eagles,
the National emblem, will pose with
spread wings upon the silver lamps
and upon the four corners of the upper
part of the carriage, and the interior
will be lined with light-blue satin.