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MEN OF THE WEST.
We sent you o’er the sunlit sea,
Men of the West—
To carry peace and industry
To war's unrest.
No grateful homage found ye there,
Nor honor due;
A sullen land with throatn’iug air
Admitted you.
Ye faltered not at burning sun
Nor fever’s might.
Nor when ye found the task begun
A bitter fight.
Ye toiled patient amid a zeal; people rude
With
Nor lifted at ingratitude
Th' avenging steel.
A blighted land that could not see
The proffered light;
Nor comprehend that liberty
Of truth and right.
They struck the baud that was their hope
A cruel blow —
The hand that had not stooped to cope
With such a foe.
Ah! bravely then ye faced the blast
And joyful bled:
And perished, fighting to the last,
Our gallant dead!
We cannot wcop at such a death;
Nor toll the bell
While with a deep exultant breath
Our bosoms swell.
We^trastPd and were not deceived.
Men of the West;
Ye fought and died as ye had lived—
Y'our Nation's best,
And yo, who live to toil anew,
We trust as well
As those who, faithful, toiled with you,
And, faithful, fell.
C. Ballard. Union
THE THO FRANCS.
Briehanteau leaned back in his
chair, and, stretching out his long,
thin legs, yawned luxuriously. Then,
recovering himself with deliberation,
he thrust his hands deep down into
his trousers pockets.
His lingers came in contact with
some coins, and, after jingling them
for a few minutes, he collected them
in the palm of his hand, and, pulling
them out, counted them carefully.
They consisted of two francs and a
few sous. Putting them back into liis
pocket, lie rose, and, assuming a ma¬
jestic attitude, extended liis arms to
heaven and spoke. His deep, rich,
powerful voice Hooded the room.
“Ye gods!” he cried, “Melpomene gracious.
smiles. The mighty Jove is
Dame Fortune, willful jade, finding
that genius caves not for her frown,
now, womanlike, caresses that which
first she flouted. Bell Id, today the
theatre rewards its humble servant
with that base metal that sustains his
life, and he has yet two francs!
Wealth, riches illimitable! Two francs!
Aha!”
Witli a gesture of magnificent
abandon he flung himself into liis
chair, and, resting his chin on his left
hand, sat for a few minutes with his
brows knit as if in deep thought.
“Two francs! How shall we spend
them?” lie muttered, tragically. “How
shall we disjrose of this superfluous
bounty of the flouting dame?” And,
with a dramatic gesture, he thrust tho
lingers of his right hand through the
masses of his long, gray hair. “Ha!
We have it,” he cried suddenly, in
deep, stentorian tones. “The Cafe
Diane. We will dine; taste once more
ambrosial fare, and quaff again the
nectar of the gods. ’Tis good. The
is good. ”
Jumping from his seat, he took
off the old flowered silk dress¬
ing-gown he was wearing and hanging
it carefully on a nail, went to the tiny
cupboard that contained his wardrobe,
and drew forth an old and somewhat
threadbare furlined overcoat.in which,
despite the hot June sun, he proceed-
•ed to clothe himself.
Then, when he had carefully ex-
•amined his chin to see if it required
shaving, and readjusted his long,lank
hair, he put ou a large, slouching felt
hat, and,taking a cane richly mounted
-svith polished brass, walked out of the
;room.
It was a long way down from the
attic to the street, and the stairs were
dark and narrow. Briehanteau, who
always carefully explained to his few
visitors that he preferred the attic, as
it was nearer “the flaming courses of
the whirling stars,” walked down with
evident distaste.
At last he reached the ground floor,
and stood in the dark, narrow passage
which led to the street. Here ho
paused, standing for a minute in deep
meditation before a dirty, dilapidated
door. At last he made up his mind,
and, raising his baud, cane* rapped loudly *
with the knob of his
“Come in,” said a pleasant voice.
Bnchaiiteau turned the handle,and,
flinging back the door, stood for a
moment on tho threshold,hat in hand,
bowing magnificently. madam,” he said,
“Good morning,
The room was hot and steaming,
The ceiling, though low, was hidden
from view by numberless cords, ou
which hung various articles of cloth¬
ing, all more or less damp. On the
opposite side of the room a plump,
comely little woman was busily em¬
ployed ironing. Monsieur Brichan-
“Good morning,
fcenn," she replied, looking up for a
moment from her work. “It is a tine
day.”
“The day indeed is fine,” answered
Bvichanteau,leauiug elegantly against
the door posts as he spoke. “Aurora
smiles, and deigns to rain her golden
sunbeams like (lowers upon her hum¬
ble slaves.”
Madame raised her bauds with that
pretty gesture which is common to
every true-born Frenchwoman. “La,
Monsieur! How beautifully you talk.
You are indeed a true poet.”
He smiled and shook liis head with
conscious humility. “Nay, madatne,
you Hatter me. I am no poet; only a
humble slave of Art. A slave who
has endured much for the Cause, ’tis
true; but one who is yet a slave.”
She shook her head sympathetically.
“You have had trials, Monsieur?” she
asked. •
“Trials!” he answered; I have
starved; I have played to cheering
multitudes and to howling mobs; I
have endured bombardments of vege-
tables, and received showers of roses;
and yet 1 have played on. Genius
cannot be overcome by trifles; naught
but death can quench its consuming
fire. The public do not understand
Briehanteau. So much the worse for
the public. They are fools, Mean-
while, Briehanteau still plays on.”
He stopped, and, folding his arms
theatrically, resumed his old position
by the door post.
“And yet there have been triumphs,”
she suggested, soothingly.
“Triumphs!” he replied, eagerly.
“Aye, there have been triumphs, too.
My Louis XI was received with ac¬
clamations that filled the house. The
applause was thunderous. The magic
of my sway carried everything before
it. it was victory, indeed. To be
sure, oue miserable critic,full ot envy,
dared to decry me; but I challenged
him, and he fell before the outslanght
my righteous fury like an oak before
the tempest.”
“Did you kill him?” she asked,hor¬
ror-struck. ‘Fill him, the cm ! Nay.
Genius can afford to be magnanimous.
He thought the victory was his; but
played he had to ‘Boland’ deal with <me ‘jdayaru,'’ who Jiad
and and
T Xopoieon the Great,’ and' his skill
ras un.iv. lung. I spared his life,and
ran him through the lung. But I am
retarding you. A thousand pardons.
I did but come to inquire after the
little Susette; and I have stayed to
chatter. ”
The woman stopped her ironing.
“Thank you,monsieur;she is better,”
she leplied. “The doctor says that
all she wants is good food—chickens,
and fruit. But, alas! such things are
impossible; they cost money,” she
added, sadly.
( i’ Tis true,’’answered the old actor,
shaking his head mournfully, “they
cost money. Madame, I feel for you,
and I hope the little one wil.l soon bo
yell. d(Peu!” and bowing gracefully
out
The Cafe Diane, the object of Bri-
chanteau’s journey, was some distance
from his lowly ab.de. Thither lie
wended his way with slow and digui-
Tied steps,and as he walked he drooped
his head forward as if in deepmedi-
tatipn. This fit lasted until he had
almost reached his destination, when,
two doors from the cafe, he halted
outside a fruiterer’s shop. He stood
irresolute for several minutes; now
looking at the stores of fruit piled up
> n front of him,and now casting lorig-
iug glances at the adjacent restaurant.
At last he seemed to make 1 ?’ bl *
mind. . . Drawinghimselt tv • i • up to A his t full ,
height, he stalked into the shop.
“How much are these grapes?” he
asked, waving his hand,with a rnagni-
ficent gesture, toward the fruit in
question.
“Two francs a pound,” answered
the shopman, bowing politely.
Th# actor concealed his disappoint-
nient with an effort, for he thought
the price exorbitant.
“I will have a pound,” he said,
grandly.
“After all, there are still the sous,”
he muttered, as he strode proudly * out
of the shop.
“Madame, Dame Fortune smiles,
The gods are indeed gracious. Today
they shower their blessings like tlio
rain.”
The woman pameil in her almost
ceaseless ironing. “What has
Monsieur?” she asked, sur¬
prised at tiie interruption.
“My old friend and comrade, Mon¬
sieur the Marquis de Morthou, one of
the few who do not forget Briehau-
tean, has sent mo a hamper of the
produce of his chateau,” answered
the actor, grandly. “Among other
things, he sent those grapes. I beg
von to accept them for the little
Musette,” and he thrust them into her
hands.
Bhe thanked him with tears in her
eyes, she knew that absent-minded,had ho was lying.
Brieliauteau, the
given them to her in the tradesman’s
printed paper bag.—W. Poole, in
CUBA’S HATE OF SPANIARDS.
Dent. Muller of Spain's Navy Tell* of
Some of tl)o Thing;* That Censed It.
The office of naval intelligence lias
issued another edition of the report of
the bnttles and capitulation of Santiago
de Cuba by Lieut. Jose Muller of
Tejeiro, second in command of tho
Spanish naval forces of the province
of Santiago. This addition contains
two chapters in which Lieut. Muller
seeks to explain the reason for the
Cuban hatred of the Spanish that led
to the war with the United States. He
speaks first of the “conduct of a cer¬
tain number of people who came from
the peninsula with no other object in
view than to accumulate a fortune in
more or less of a hurry, the majority knowl¬
of them having no education or
edge of any kind.” Continuing, tho
lieutenant says:
“In order to attain their highest
desires and ambitious they incessantly
boast of everything Spanish, whereby
they must necessarily come in con¬
flict with the Cubans whose feelings
and dignity they hurt and offend.
When they have acquired money they
aspire to lucrative and important
offices, which they obtain because they
are Spanish, to the prejudice of others
who, by their intelligence and ability,
are better fitted to hold them, and the
aversion is intensified into hatred,
which, always latent, though con¬
cealed, was only waiting for an oppor¬ This
tunity to break out openly,
opportunity presented itself for the
first time in 1868, and the battled - / of
Tara became the signal of vengeance
and extermination, to which these pen¬
insulars responded by organizing the
corps of volunteers.”
Th,e lieutenant, while admitting
that the volunteers did some good ser¬
vice, says: if— I J 11 events have s^btvn
very plainly that to them the nation
was but a_ pretext and that the object
was quite a different one, namely, the
attainment of their aspirations and the
realization of their desires.”
In the second chapter the lieuten¬
ant compares the siege of Santiago to
Santiago's tho siege of Gevona, and says that
defence was not less bril¬
liant, though of shorter duration.
New Use for Catfish.
In Portland, Oregon, according to
tho Oregonian, the familiar catfish
figures as a hardy pioneer and a val¬
ued adjunct to the street department,
all because the terra cotta sewers and
drains, especially those in the lower
part of the city, frequently get
If then sewer Is not brotc en, it cait
be cleaned by passing a rope through
it, to be pniled backward and forward
until the obstruction is loosened and
removed. The deputy superintend¬
ent of streets has had a great deal of
such work to look after, and the worry
connected with getting the rope
through has gone far toward thinning
his hair. He has at last discovered a
quick, sure and easy method.
He goes to the river, catches a cat-
fish, ties a string to its tail, drops it
down a manhole into the sewer, and
it at once starts for the river, and
forces its way through any obstrnc-
n °T as fiolid as
the string after it. Then the deputy
goes aH f al . q own the sewer as he
deems necessary, and picks up the
string, which he uses to draw a wire
through the sewer, and with this a
rope is pulled through, and the sewer
is soon cleaved.
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a Dad
Mrs. Brown—I’m sure you have a
good husband.
Mrs. Green—Yes, but then he is
such a wretched manager! If you’ll
believe it, he went and paid our gio-
cer’s and butcher’s bill last week,
when he knew well enough the ehil-
'ben were suffering for bicycles.—
Boston Transcript.
HOUSEWORK NOT IN FAVOR.
Statistic* in Factories ami simp* IMovo
It—Work Among Kmplovcr*.
Housework is not looked upon with
more favor by workers in shop and
factory than it has been heretofore,
according to tho investigations recent¬
ly made by the committee of domestic
reform of the Women’s Educational
and Industrial Union, which is re-
ported in the Labor Bulletin of Mas-
Bachusetts; Of the 200 workers in
shop and factory, statistics of whose
hours and wage < are given, the inn-
joritv of women agree that housework
is more healthful mid pays better than
shop or factory work, but there are
enough disadvantages to make it ob¬
jectionable to them. Finding this
general objection to domestic service
the committee of domestic reform has
decided to turn its attention to the
employers, to interest them, and, if
ihe interest becomes general, specific
changes in the conditions of domestic
service may be made, and women will
find it agreeable to leave shop and
factory for the home.
The social stigma which attaches to
workers at domestic service was found
to be one of the strongest objections
the majority of girls in both shop and
factory have to undertaking it,though
it is a feeling, it was found, of which
they were not always conscious. Only
a few—twenty of each class of work¬
women—objected to tho housework
itself, and many said they would like
to do it for themselves. The factory
girl doing hand work, it was found,
made fewer objections to housework
than the machine workers. Yet they
objected to tho long hours and to work¬
ing alone. The isolation of house¬
work which follows from tho greater
number of families employing offered only
one servant was the objection
by the greater number of the workers,
ft has been found among the women
who do go out to domestic service
that, while they really prefer general
housework to tho work either of cook,
chambermaid or waitress, they will
take those positions for the sake of
company. objec¬
The various reasons given as
tions to domestic service by the dif¬
ferent. workers interviewed, ranged in
order, are as follows:
Stigma, loss of caste, less satisfac¬
tory hours of labor, isolation, work¬
ing alone, lack of independence, wom¬
en emjdoyers, too hard work, even
without laundry work; both house¬
work and laundry work distasteful,
less pay and housework not more
healthful.
None lack of the shop tTidepcuifeuce, employes objected though
to the
tweuty-foiti* of {he factory workers
raised that objection, u n, l ve ’’Y *°' v
the workers of either class considered
tlie pay in household service.
Statistics are given as to the num¬
ber of women of each class of workers
who made specific objections, but it is
unnecessary to repeat them to show
tho general trend of feeling. The
committee on domestic reform is go-
ing back to the point from wjlich
everyone wuo has, given tho subject
thought says a start must be made
—to the employers of domestic ser-
units. There is room for much
original thought and effort among cm
ployers thmnsel ves.
A Sea.(loins: Sanatorium.
For twenty years a floating hospital
has regularly carried out from New
York each i pr,»injp bind ; uiantB
to breathe tTio pure air which it is
difficult for thorn to obtain in the tene¬
ments in which they dwell. On this
R*iip are a few cots and beds for
“ctues” too jll to sit outside, but the
great mass of the patients sit or jflay
on deck, breathing freslj air and en
joying sea breezes. Then feeding¬
time comes round, and both the chil¬
dren and the mothers—for no infants
come without their mothers—get for
once a good tneal. Bathing is another
great feature of these trips, and on
the lower deck of the
tal baths of various sorts are supplied,
so that the little ones return after
their outing with dean skins and full
stomachs, with bodies revived by the
sen air, and minds refreshed by now
sights which they will not readily for¬
get.
Ground Ov»te,- M.eti Medicine.
Ground oyster shells were given by
the medieval doctors to children suf-
fering from rickets and scrofula Now
it anpears that they were right The
sheds contain mangauese’ma^nssial lime, nitrogen flour’ iron
sulphur, acid° iodine’
bromide, phosphoric and
all excellent for feeble children They
say that if growing children were to
take powdered oyster shells in their
food ^ j JC j n ,p r()Ve( j
HOW A PIC ' BROKE" A FARMER.
Fight Over u I’nrker Between Tire
Farmer* in North Dakota.
“Up in the North Dakota town of
said W. 1’. Sterling a trav¬
ut theHofl’man House, “is a rusty
which represents an expenditure
$2(>8.85. It originally cost 50 cents
now adorns, or did not so very
long ago, a wall in tho ollice of the
of the pence, a memento of the
of some kinds of legal battles,
Underneath it is this legtunl: ‘I cut
a pig and broke a farmer.’
“Two farmers lived on adjoining
quarter sections near the outskirts of
the town. Once they were friendly,but
the episode of the axe broke up all
such relations, and oue was compelled
to move away.
“Farmer ‘Bill’ Williams had a pig
that could generally iiiul nothing
better to do than encroach upon tho
kitchen garden of neighbor Haskin.
A post fence ran between the two
houses, and Haskin’s garden was with¬
in a small light fence inclosure.
Haskin protested mildly at first, but
liunlly relations became strained and
lie warned ‘Bill’ one day that the next
time he found the pig in his inelosuro
he would confiscate it. But Williams
laughed at him. Two or three days
later Haskin caught the pig in his
bean patch. Ho made for the animal
and caught it by the hind legs as it
was going through a hole in the fence.
Williams rushed out of the house amt
managed to catch thesqueiiliug porker
by the forelegs. One jerk and Haskin
had it, but ‘Bill’ reached over the
fence, which stood about four feat
high, and got another grip on ilieani-
lnal’s forelegs. Then began the tug
of war, both men pulling at the pig’s
legs. YVhat with ‘cussing’ back and
forth and the pig’s squealing there
was u terrible commotion. The pig
stretched taut was in a fair way of
being torn apart, when Haskin’s sou
came out of the house, and, seeing
‘Bill’s’ uxe on the woodpile, jumped
the fence and seized it with presum¬
ably murderous intent.
“ ‘Cut the pig, Si!’ yelled Haskin
to his son. Si ran up with the axo
aloft and let fly. As luck would have
it, the porker’s body was directly over
a post. Well, the blade came down
and cut the pig clean in two. Tho
men fell over backward, but presently, hand,
each with half a pig in one was
shaking his free fist at the other across
the fence and making threats. Si had
run into his father’s house with the
axe. Then their wives came out and
got them apart.
“ ‘I’ll sue you!’ yelled ‘Bill’ as a
parting shot.
<< ‘;g no away! Tarnation hooker”
retorted 1- i * 1 *
— ( —.... j. >1 tmftt jmri, and
you don’t git no pig and no axe.’
“Now, up in that part of Dakota
every one can tell you of the celebrated
case of Williams vs. Haskin, although
it was tried four years ago. Williams
brought suit before a justice of the
peace for et return of that axe.
a value of half a jiig was
lost sight of. Haskin put in a bill
for damages to liis garden. By the
time the suit passed the county court
and had gone against Williams tho
costs and fees reached $268.35. Ho
had to sell out and move away. Fjp;-
mor Haskin gave the axo to tho the
justicoj day, \yuo nad'G it the on his trial, wujl and
one soon after BOlfl"
wag posted the lege mb’'
A V«^i>tiili|c Buttery.
A German professor 'he name ot
Leipsic has discovered in India ft
which is a natural electric battoryi
When the dark green leaves of the
tree were touched with tho fingers a
tiny spark was emitted and n distinct
electrical shock was felt. Professor
Leipsic found that even ut a distance
of 80 feet tho tree had a strong in¬
fluence upon the magnetic needle.
These magnetic variations varied ac-
cording to the time of day. They were
strongest at noon, but almost entirely
disappeared at midnight, The olec-
tricity also disappeared in wet weather.
No explanation of this strange phe¬
nomenon is attempted.—Philadelphia
llecord.
Insert Note*.
The slow flapping of a butterfly’s
wing produces no sound. When the
movements are rapid, a noise is pro¬
duced which increases with the num¬
ber of vibrations. Thus the house
fly, which produces the sound F, vi¬
brates its wings 21,120 times a minute,
or 335 times in a second; and the bee,
which makes a sound of A, as many
as 26,400 times, or 410 a second. A
tired bee hums'on E, and therefore,
according to theory, vibrates its iviug '1
only 330 times a second.