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Fitzgerald Leader. FITZGERALD, GEORGIA —PUBLISHED BT— KKTAPr* <*> SOKT. m Beef and pork me it de- mand this year as well as wheat, cot- ton and corn. Report, from . dora Stole, to that in all of them contracts are being given out and preparations made for more good roads. . , ,, Some butterflies have as many a3 twenty thousand distinct eyes, and yet they cannot see as much as a man can, who has only two. It is not a question of the eye so much as of what is be¬ hind the eye. It takes mind to see, or, at any rate, to analyze and usefully co-ordinate the results of sight. According to an official estimate, made in the Treasury Department, the ST “*,00™“ This indicates an annual increase of more than 2,000,000 since the last Federal census was taken, in 1890, when the total population of the coun¬ try was found to be more than 62,000,- 000. We are now within three years of another Federal census, at which, it is reasonable to anticipate, the total population of the United States will exceed 80,000,000. A Peruvian permanent exhibition of all classes of manufactured goods is to be established by the Government of that country at Lima, Peru, and the exposition will be opened on Decem¬ ber 9 next. The Government of Peru proposes in this manner to foster trade, and offers advantageous terms to American manufacturers. All ex¬ hibits will be exempt from custom and consular fees, and exhibitors have the option of showing their goods for six months or longer if special arrange¬ ments are made, It is noted that preference will be given to manufac¬ tures most used in Peru, such as agri¬ cultural implements, mining machin¬ ery, electrical appliances of all de¬ scriptions and labor-saving machinery. After havng been submerged in 180 feet of water for seven years, the treas¬ ure on board the steamer Skyro, sunk off' Cape Finisterre in April, 1891, has been recovered by divers. The Skyro sailed from Cartagena, bound for Lon¬ don, with a valuable cargo, including bar silver, valued at §45,000. All went well until approaching Cape Finisterre in foggy weather, when the vessel struck on the Mexiddo reef, but passed over, and went down in deep water within twenty minutes, and about two miles off the coast. An expedition went out in the same year, but was unable to secure the treasure. Last year another effort was made, with more powerful diving apparatus, and resulted in fifty-nine bars being re¬ covered. The working depth for the diver was never less than 28i fathoms —171 feet—audit-frequently exceeded this. To obtain these bars it was found necessary to blow away the deck with dynamite, which the diver did, only after great difficulty, owing to the boisterous state of the weather. Work was compulsorily suspended in October, but again resumed this sum¬ mer with satisfactory results. American newspaper readers, avers Harper’s Weekly, are excusable if they have received of late an impres¬ sion that next to the w-heat crop the most notable product of this country this year has been homicide. The country is big, and it accords with reasonable expectation that in one p>art or another of it killing should be in progress all the time. But this year, and especially this summer, there cer¬ tainly seems to have been much more than the usual amount of it, and it will be interesting, when the returns are all in and some one has tabulated them, to learn whether this impression is well founded or not. For ten years past the Chicago Tribune has kept the run of murders and homicides so far as it could, aud has made an annual report of them. According to a table based on these reports, there were 1449 homicides in the country in 1886, and 7900 in 1895. The tables show a great but irregular annual increase, The Tribune’s estimate of the number of lynchings is interesting. It gives 1.33 in 1886, 236 in 1892, and'160 in 1895. It shows 2 20-100 executions to every 100 homicides. The statistics of murders in Europe, as given in the World Almanac, show that Italians kill most readily, the average annual num¬ ber of mnrders in Italy being 2470, or 29,4 to every 10,000 deaths. Spain follows with a ratio of 23.8. Austria’s ratio is 8.8; ' Francis’s, 8.0; ’ and Eng- lands , 7.1. „ Ikese European _ figures, however, apply to murders alone, and do not include, like the tables for the United States, all sorts of manslaugk- jfcers, justifiable or otherwise. THE WARNING, Equipped the fight, for the battle and plumed for bike grain, all ripe for the reaping, With the front, flower of their chivalry leading the In billows still onward sweeping; ! Hosts of invaders have swept o’er the earth j j Is the tale history’s on pages, From Assyria to Rome, each one in turn | pM | hack— The full measure of blood she had meted The proudest of empires invading the world, . In turn but to be Invaded, j The day night, of their victories darkened to The flower of their chivalry faded. O nations! so proud of your high estate, Enthroned to-day in your glory, Beware, or again on history’s page Shall be written the self-same story! Look well to the eup which you givo to drink— The measure of Mood and sorrow— Lest the cup which you mote be measured to you, Brimful, in the dawn of to-morrow! —Hattie A. Cooley. , 003013030000000003030000030 11 THE FIRST THE FROM KLONDIKE. i © : § ° Q A TRUE STORY OP LIFE AT THE CAPITAL. © o HEN young Jaek Stuart threw up :v his government job w and left Washing¬ a ton last spring % y y\ ft without where he telling was go¬ i ing everybody na¬ turally concluded that he had “gone mm to are the always bad.” eager People to say that any man, rc especially if he is young and handsome and hasn’t a penny in the world, has gone to the bad. In fact, it is the one way people have for accounting for a fellow who turns other up missing; and then regarding each in a greedily curious way,- they inquire; “Who’s the woman?” The fact that a fellow can go to “the bad” without the help of some woman never enters the human mind, al¬ though, be it noticed, that when a man reaches a high degree of prosperity, when he makes fame and name, people never turn upon one another and ask: ■“Who’s the woman?” Now, as nobody could prove by which route Jack Stuart had gone, there the matter rested; and if a news- paper reporter had followed his career where it is now he would throw down his peneil with a “pshaw,” or some¬ thing stronger, adding in tones of dis¬ appointment, “It was a woman, but she didn’t send him to the bad; the story’s no good.” The result would he that the newspapers wouldn’t give it a paragraph; whereas, had she caused him to kill her, himself or the other man, we would have had a superbly illustrated page. The story as it stands has, however, something besides virture to recom¬ mend it, and maybe it is worth the telling even if the several people con¬ cerned will not like to see it in print. It began, or at least the winter of its discontent culminated, one evening last March in the cosy little living room of a great, impressive house on Dupont circle. Jack Stuart was sit¬ ting in one of those corners which in¬ voke flirtation at the beginning and more serious intentions after close in¬ timacy- His hands were stuffed deep down in his pockets and his handsome brow bore a deep, dismal frown. The girl sitting on the little stool in front -of him and resting an elbow familiarly on his knee, looked upon him with tender, anxious sympathy in her eyes. They had evidently been discussing some grave subject and the youth broke forth after his moody silence— “Hang it all, little girl, I can’t much blame your mother for not liking me around.” “She wouldn’t have you around if you had eords and cords of money, Jack. You know mamma. She’s de¬ termined I shall marry a foreign title and I’m just as determined I shan’t.” The girl closed her pretty lips in a way that showed that she had not had a father who had plowed through pov- erty and obscurity and dreadful hard¬ ships to a fortune for nothing. That fortune intact he had foolishly left to his foolish widow. She was a “ckar- aeter”—a term which means one of two things, either that a woman has none of any sort or that she has too muek of au objectionable description. This particular -woman belonged to the latter class. “Well, I tell you, Dolly, I do get low in spirits. You see my prospects aren’t good.” Jack took her hand and caressed it, smiling that hopeless, bitter smile that means so little and looks so much on the faee of a boy of twenty-three. “The name of Stuart,” he went on, “ eau *- cal ' r y a chap through life; it can t make him rich or famous, it can’t give him the girl he wants, aud he’s not going to steal her when she’s a rich girl—that would look like liigk- ’"’ay robbery, grand larceny, or some- th in f of the 0ort ’ °, f collr3e that ’ s wliat , mother would . your say. “Oh. mamma”- “And it’s what the rest of the world would say, too. Here I have been on a government salary of less than §100 a month for two years. I came here and found lots of old friends aud I went into society. I tell you I’m sick of it. It’s a sawdust life—this thing of a fellow’s taking a room and living on 8 ™dwiches at afternoon teas and counting on the dinners he s asked to f or hi s square meals. I wanted to stop and then I met you and I couldn’t; and here I »m worse off than over. If f 8° and wa J> try 1 to ’ vil1 study lo8e y° profession, u : j { I «tay cere a will take years and years, and I could¬ n’t ask you to wait for me.” She patted his hand tenderly. "Oh, Jack,” she said, “it would be dread- ful for you to go—awful for you to leave me with mamma and the count; think of it! Why, it would be brutal!” Tears welled in her eyes. “I could be true; I wouldn’t forget, and I would he brave; but think of mamma and the count!” “Yes,” said Jack, touohing the soft lovelocks about her forehead; “but. think of the hole I’m in. You see, that plantation of mine-” “Oh, Jack, do you own a plantation? Why,of course you do; all Southerners have plantations.” “Yes, and mine is the worst of the lot, and that’s saying a great deal. I never told you about it because I get hot. Whenever I think of it I want to fight. I want to fight a woman, and that’s ungallant.” The scarlet mounted to his brow and his voice was low and tense with hatred. “Well, I will tell you,” he went on. “It’s a fine Virginia plantation and it’s all I have in the world. It was my mother’s property and when she died my father married again—an old maid, his housekeeper—and when he died my stepmother being a shrewd woman and as mean as the mischief, employed some tricky lawyers, who got her a widow’s dower out of the rent of my mother’s plantation—a widow’s dower of §2000 a year out of my mother’s property. That’s all the income the plantation affords. You wouldn’t think I’d stay there and work it, would you?” I should think not.” It’s my property and every cent of the income goes to that hawk-nosed old harpy.” “But, dear, she will die some day.” “Die!” with bitter incredulity. “Never! never! The knotty variety of parasites like mistletoe, live forever.” “And so you have nothing—-abso¬ lutely nothing—out of what is right¬ fully yours through your mother? Shameful! shameful!” said the girl. “I’m a big coward to tell you all this,” he went on, “but I felt so down in my luck that- I had to talk. Now, I might have made money out of the plantation if I had stayed and worked it instead of leaving it to the tenants. I might have made five hundred, per¬ haps a thousand dollars extra for my¬ self out of it, hut I couldn’t do it, Dolly; I just couldn’t stay there and clothe and feed that old woman with my own hands. She lives in the house, and—oh, well--” “Yes, dear, I have mamma.” “Yes, hut your mother is—excuse me, Dolly, but your mother is fat— plump, I mean to say—and portly wo¬ men must be more durable than thin ones with olaws and beaks.” “Jack!” “Yes.” “I’m thinking of that plantation. I’m so glad you’ve got it.” “Well, I’m not.” “Oh, but you will be. You see, I didn’t know you had property, and that was making it hard for,me. I thought of that collection of old fami¬ ly miniatures of yours you showed me, and I thought that might do.” “Do? Do for what?” he ejaculated. “Never mind. It really wouldn’t, anyway. What I want you to give me now is a mortgage—a genuine mort¬ gage for §5000 on that Virginia prop¬ erty.” “What?” ■“How much is that jDroperty worth?” “Oh, perhaps §15,000, I should say. But what on earth-” “Well, it’s just this,” said the girl excitedly. “I am to give you §5000. It is the income I have saved from some property left me. I am to give you §5000 and you are to borrow it from me by fixing up a mortgage on your plantation for that amount. My lawyer will attend to it in regular form. Papa didn’t leave me his busi¬ ness head for nothing, Jack, dear.” “And wliat am I to do with the money?” asked the youth aghast. “Now, I’ve been thinking out all that for months. I thought it out when I was dancing and I had, long, restful, delicious thinks over it while stupid men were twaddling their non¬ sense at me. Papa made his idle min¬ ing you know, and what have you studied mining and engineering for if you can’t make yours that way, too? You remember talking to me about gold possibilities in Alaska? Well, I vaut you to take this money and try your luck there. And—oh, Jack, don’t be so rude and don’t kiss me while I’m talking, and don’t look at me as if you’d cry with feeling if you weren’t six feet in your stockings— your socks, I mean; You are to go to Alaska and make a fortune—a great, big fortune, .Tack, big enough to make mamma quail before you and to con¬ vert the count into a poor little, black, trickling grease spot at your mighty feet” Dolly Radnor was a little body and she was almost breathless and decid¬ edly tumbled and out of order when she emerged from his enthusiastic recognition of her devotion. The big fellow stood ujj and held her at arm’s length and looked at her—oh, I can’t begin to tell you how he looked ather, and then he gathered her up in his arms again, and presently they both sat down and he said, “Oh, Dolly,” in a voice hushed with tender emo¬ tion, “Oh, Dolly, I can’t accept.” And then she put her little soft, white hand across his lips and said in the decisive way belonging to small women: “You are accepting nothing. I am making you a loan, sir. If a girl can’t help a chap she loves before she gets him, she shouldn’t ever have the right to do it afterwards, that’s all. And, well, if you don’t let me I’ll —I’ll marry the count, or that beastly old officer with the wooden leg, or a Chinese attache, or something like a jack-in-the-box from Corea.” They both laughed and there was much personal talk and argument and many caresses that need not be re¬ corded here. Suffice it to say that two weeks after this conversation Jack Stuart threw up his job and went to Alaska instead of to the had, as everybody thought. His companions during his stay there were not the devil’s servants—women, wine, ciga¬ rettes and cards—but instead, a minia¬ ture by Amalia Knssner of a very beautiful girl smiling from a frame of turquoise,a face all Washington society would recognize, and to keep its memory bright in the heart of its owner there were letters—long, de¬ licious, crossed and recrossed letters —scented with violets and ornamented with a modest mongram. Dolly Rad¬ nor did not use her mother’s crest. The last one of these letters was a bit curt and impatient. It read: Dearest Jack— You have got gold enough already to startle even Mark Hanna with, much less mamma and the count. Mrs. Hetty Green would—I started to say would be green with envy. X am miserable and you must come home. I can’t stand them any longer. Mamma’s bad grammar increases with her anger and the count’s broken English and oriental perfume become more unendurable as his love Intensifies. I’m getting low and vul¬ gar; you would not know mo. I’ve tried everything to cure the count. I frequent¬ ly come down when he calls me with my hair done up in curling kids, I chew gum in his presence constantly. Nothing seems work with him though. He is “one grand loafer” out here at our country plnce. Ho counts all my little eccentricities as “ze caprice of oho petite lllle—charmante— gentile”—all the French epithets of ap¬ proval. Come home or I will run away with him just for the pleasure of murdor- ing him neatly on our wedding journey. Your own for eternity, Dollt. She didn’t add that she was wear¬ ing all of her last summer’s frocks, that she hadn’t a new gown or a new hat to her name; that everything had been cut off from the first of the year —at least, all the spending money her mother gave her—on account of her disobedience about the count, and as for her own income, she had taken the whole of that for a year in ad¬ vance to lend to a certain youn’g fel¬ low lvho has recently dug a fortune out of an Alaska gold field. This young fellow has no idea of how mean even a fat mother can be when she is stupid and vain and ambitious, nor will he ever know from Dolly’s lips the extent of her sacrifice, so I am determined he shall read it. He came home ten days ago and there was the happiest girl in the world to greet him in a certain big country house near Washington. The count was not happy and Mrs. Rad¬ nor is as yet barely reconciled to the situation, for she felt that she had enough money for the count ns well as for the girl who ,may bo named as one woman who did not send- a miss¬ ing man to the bad.—Atlanta Consti¬ tution. Geology of the Klondike District. A recent explorer in a part of Alaska as far removed from the newly dis¬ covered Klondike region as Washing¬ ton is from Boston has said: “That country is one-half made: the glaciers are slowly doing their work, the mountains are smoking, and the rivers are vomiting out quantities of quick¬ sand.” What is true of the Cook’s inlet country of Southern Alaska is also true, in a measure, says Harold Goodrich in Leslie’s Weekly, of the valley of the Yukon. There are, how¬ ever, some differences. In the”region of the gold fields there are no glaciers. Active volcanoes, too, are so far away that it is only by the occasional re¬ ports of Indians or prospectors who have made a longer trip than usual that their existence is known. And yet one can see, through all the valley of that great river of the North, abun¬ dant evidences of the unformed char¬ acter of the country. The one thing which strikes the traveler, be he layman or geologist, is the immense amount of work which the streams are performing. The Lewes River, down which he takes his way to the diggings, rises, as is known, in a series of lakes, the largest of which is over thirty miles long. The ooun- try in the upper lake region is moun¬ tainous, with torrents plunging down through rough valleys from the eter¬ nal snow. The contrast between this water of the lakes, which is clear, and that of the stream emerging from them is re¬ markable. The latter soon becomes turbid, being full of sediment, so that one cannot see more than a quarter of an inch below the surface. A basinful taken out and allowed to stand clears itself in time, and a thick deposit of mud is found in the bottom of the re¬ ceptacle. The current boils and flows very rapidly, and as the boat floats along a sound is heard like that of frying fat. Upon searching for the cause of this sound it is found to lie in the grating against the bottom of the boat of the very fine particles of sand carried in suspension. From the moment of en¬ tering the Lew.es River until the end of the trip the sound is never absent. A truly enormous amount of material is thus borne along by the Yukon and finally emptied into the immense delta at its mouth in Norton’s Sound. P ufls of a Kailway Engine. Abrupt emission of waste steam up the chimney causes the cough or puff of a railway engine. When moving slowly the coughs can, of course, be heard following each other quite dis¬ tinctly, but when speed is put on the puffs come out one after the other much more rapidly, and when eighteen coughs a second are produced they cannot be separately distinguished by the ear. Inventor of the Fare Box. TZn-rm , ir v,^ t, _ _ • . -]• ■. Leeds,' England, invented the metal boxes in which fares are still deposit- ed by passengers on omnibuses and horse cars in Great Britain and her provinces. Before them turnstiles were used in entering cars, and Mrs. Kaye, being inconvenienced by them, as she wore a crinoline, set her wits to work and devised the box. THE ORDER OF MULLAHS REMARKABLE WHITE-BEARDED MEN OF THE INDIAN FRONTIER. They Are Schoolmaster, Lawyer, Judge and Priest All Combined, and Exer¬ cise n Strong? Influence Over the In¬ habitants of the Afghan Hills. During the spring of 1887 I accom¬ panied a survey party which set out from Peshawur to penetrate the coun¬ try north of the Khyber, and examine such routes as would be available in the event of the pass being held by a powerful enemy. During that time I had many opportunities of studying the manners and methods of the Mul¬ lahs—those remarkable men who are at present using their fanatical follow¬ ers to drive them to revolt against the encroachments of the Feringheos. The visitor to the towns of the in¬ dependent tribes will often see a ven¬ fol¬ erable white-bearded old man, lowed by a crowd of young Patlians, who show every sign of respect for their leader. In his right hand the venerable figure carries a staff, and in his left a large volume of the law ac¬ cording to Mahomet. When the pro¬ cession reaches a public place the leader seats himself; his disciples stand around or sit at his feet, and the general public assemble at a little distance to hear the gems of wisdom that fall from the holy man’s lips, or to roar at the world-wide “chestnuts,” not always of the most decorous char¬ acter, which he sometimes unbends sufficiently to tell. Such a man is a mullah, one of a class who exercise an influence over the inhabitants of the Afghan hills so passionate and wide that to Europeans it is beyond belief. The Mullahs are collectively known as the Ulima, or learned. They are the schoolmasters, lawyers, judges, as well as the priests, many of them be¬ ing men of great ability and scholar¬ ship; and as they are all passionately devoted to their order, it cannot be said that their influence is altogether evil. They are great peacemakers in a land where fighting is the breath of a man’s nostrils. I once saw one of them in Lalpoorah rush between two bodies of Mohmunds who were drawn up to attack each other, and, by pas¬ sionate prayers to them to remember their common God and their common country, make these desperate men forget their purpose and go away as quietly as frightened schoolboys. The position of Mullah is conferred on such candidates as have undergone a special course of study in the intri¬ cate Mahometan law and successfully passed au examination therein. The principal part of the ceremony con¬ sists of the most saintly Mullah pres¬ ent investing the novice with the wide flowing gown of white cotton and the peculiarly shaped turban. The Mullahs marry and live like the laity in most particulars; though some of them assume the most ridiculoqs austerity, frowning on the simplest amusements, and even condemning all music except the warlike drum and trumpet, as being effeminate. To such men the merry fiddle or the sigh¬ ing lute are as the horns of the Evil One. One rich source of revenue with the priesthood is their fine collection of charms and incantations. It is no un¬ common sight to see an ancient Afridi or Mohmund sitting with a Mullah and vigorously repeatiug a charm or performing a subtle incantation to en¬ able him to fix the affections of some fair lady who is not enamoured of his gray hairs. A Mullah’s most sensitive point is the dignity of his office. When that is outraged there is trouble in the land. He calls the brethren to a coun¬ cil. They suspend all the rites of public worship, denounce their enemy as a dog and an infidel, cover him and his people with their maledictions and practically excommunicate him. If this does not bring the unhappy man to his senses, the Mullahs don their sacred robes, and carrying the green standard of the Prophet, go up and dowq throughout the land proclaim¬ ing the Mahometan warcry, and calling on the faithful to avenge the honor of the apostle of the Prophet. To those who flock to their side they promise eternal bliss; to those who ignore their appeals everlasting torture. The Mul¬ lah’s voice is not raised in vain. He soon has a frantic army following the green flag, willing to go anywhere and do anything their leader pleases. When a Mullah dies the place of his death becomes a sacred shrine at which miracles are worked. There is not a village throughout the whole Patliau country which has not its holy spot to which the sick, the halt and the blind resort for relief.—St. James Gazette. Tlie Biggest Passenger-Ship. The biggest passenger-ship in ex¬ istence is the new North German Lloyd liner Kaiser Wilhelm dor Grosse, a marine monster, an eighth of a mile long (648 feet, to be accurate), sixty- six feet wide, forty-three feet deep, and of a tonnage of 14,000. All her details and dimensions are Brobding- nagian. She can carry 1520 passen¬ gers, besides her crew of 450. Her engines are expected to develop 28,000 horse-power, and her cost is estimated to have been about two million dollars. She is so much big¬ ger than the other big liners, and has so many novelties of construction, and such great expectations of speed and comfort and safety, that her first trip across the ocean is ah event.—-Harp¬ er’s Weekly. Postage-Stamp Slot Machine. The German Post-office Department * ias < ] eci ^ e( J *° introduce, expen- , ^ * stamp-selling ^’ au oma lc ma- c ulles ' They will be placed at Prominent . points . , where , ,, the demands , , for atam P 8 ar0 the ar S 0st > and operate on the de P 0 ft “ the slot of the pro¬ P er «»“.*> . farm** the purchaser with tli* stamps desired. A Moist- I’HclnK Without n Orh While roaming through' the e ”’. western part of Wisconsin in A; nort “' says a writer in the Chicago 1 ’8 U8t V Herald, I was driven one dav-/ t0 lm0S ' race track of the county fair lo/^ 2 , by a clergyman. For two r ? un< “ we watched the track throng! 0 " “ ou ? 3 heat and clouds of dust. A 8 a tomtl tion of the course was crow? mall por- of the time with horses en ded most ? a e<l , 1D . abortive efforts to get square- ^ I told my friend that it was :1 v awa y- - rather tiresome and asked , 0I -R!2£ w , , mained so long. “Well,’!'' 1 / “ t! r< f “we’re all waiting to see the 110 sal “’ the day, and if you’re patien event of come off all right.” 1 it will It was worth waiting for., IIT1 event of the day” was the run . Albatross, the horse trained um 8 owner, <T. W. Quinn, the well- - v 113 , starting judge, to go a: pacing' inowI ? around the course, without bre : 8 P? etl his gait and without a guide, rij,-, driver. Whan the patience of fl or ., 6 crowd was nearly exhausted Albafr- JSS appeared before the judge’s str md, decked with ribbons and appare fitly in the -best of humor and condj tion. No sulky was attached. He folio wed his owner like a well-trained dog- . few straps connected the snafilt/a> *7 bodyband to keep the animal fronH a wabbliug, but there was nothing to seriously interfere with his breakin. into a gallop if he should “have ,t; mind to.” In due time Quinn led 1- ie . at the pace for 200 yards before reached the starter, and at the ( w< >rd “Go!” the owner’s hand dropped fre - the headgear and the animal got >m .veil away. urg&lf At full speed, just as if a whip kept in and his voice, the right beautiful in the mid bo' ^ course j, of the track, without varying a foot on either side. I was in a can !qg close to the grand stand and wat ( q him carefully he “came home.’ 1 ( as jj. was a magnificent illustration of can be accomplished by discij Here'was a horse whose every ins . prompted him to go wild and {, , into a gallop. The cheers audm' rgings of a vast crowd incited him tqv go at his highest speed. But a3 hq came tearing along with his head ; s'. t out from the shoulders, dilate ,. trils, foaming mouth, heaving ' A and quivering flanks we saw natural laws of animal movem) i-ti had been temporarily ‘— ” suspended: ’ ----- Q1 , r0n lav.* ^ _ dered subservient to the • a by human will and intelligen * 1 h 2e. - California Fruit FarmJ “It is only since the year? ^ . the tlieir people fruit to of the California New YorEi haj^ ped adelphia markets in la* ‘*' i pv-i any ti¬ tles. but California fruit its way into Eastern cities more ,, this summer,” said a gentle: man who is the owner of 10,000 acres 6 M choice fruit land in Tehama Count cy, Cali- fornia, to a Star reporter. ‘ ‘California fruit has world-wide reputation on j-int of its size, shape, color aud flavor;, The largest fruit farm probably in the world is that of the late ex-Senau tor Stanford. It contains 35,000 aci” es, and the grapes raised and tlie wi ae8 made there bring in not less than § j- _ 000 Ex-Governor Bidwelf ’ a year. i, /* g a fruit farm containing 18,000 acre Some of the cherry trees on this pr ij I’¬ erty have been growing for twenty-fi j ve years, and the branches form a eirc.,i ~ at least sixty feet in diameter. N more than a dozen such trees car,' ] )e profitably grown on au acre of la: j on account of their immense size,an' q lack of room. I have seen §174 wor j ; ] 1 of cherries picked from one oft \m, e Bidwell trees, and cases are well au¬ thenticated where cherries to the vahf of §200 and over have been gather. from a single tree on other fruit- far ms A full crop of cherries from th" t Bid- well orchard will bring its ownt' any- where from §130,000 to §35,000. “Just to show you how enoin , lous the profits of fruit farming are;" . a friend of mine, the cashier of tin ^ Fresno National Bank, owns 32 , • acres near Fresno, which he tan J0 q into a fruit farm seven years ago. & wife manages the farm while he' tends to matters at the bank. Perhaps it is due to his wife’s able manage¬ ment, perhaps to the fertility of the soil, but he told me recently that his profits this .year from 325 acres would be over §10,000 and he- showed me books and figures to sub¬ stantiate this statement, which I, knowing the fertility of some of the ■, California fruit farms, have not the | slightest reason to doubt.”—Washing¬ ton Star. Paper Bottles. A German paper maker has recently . obtained letters patent on bottles made' of paper, for use on board of ships particularly. It has been a cause of much damage to steamer lines that in had -weather a largo number of bottles of wine and other liquors are broken in the storerooms, in spite of ' every precaution. The new bottles are made of a composition, which, with the solution in which they are made water¬ tight, is still the inventor’s secret. After being impregnated with this- fluid the paper bottles are slowly dried in gas stoves, and this process of dry- : i ing must be watched carefully, for - otherwise the bottles would remain - - - porous and allow the fluids to leak o^t. These bottles can be handled roughly witlioutthe loastapprekension; neither the pitching nor the rolling of a great steamer during rough weather nor the breaking down of a truck upon which ’ they are loaded loosely would be ap| f to damage a single paper bottle. A Natural Lightning? Bod. The Lombardy poplar tree, it iw splendid ■ said, forms a natural light, ■ ning conductor, its great height and lack of spreading branches enabling it to conduct a lightning stroke straight downward. No house by which ono of these trees has been reared as yet has beep known to suffer from the severest storm.