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Fitzgerald Leader. FITZGERALD, GEORGIA. —PUBLISHED BT— 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. 00000000003000300000000000 lit THE FOG. s BY ABBIE F. BROWS. 10000000000000000300000000 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.