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0KIL1A DISPATCH.
PC ILL A, GEORGIA._
IIRMIBKSOW Jfc HANLON, Publishers.
The failure of the monsoon—-this
makes famine a possibility uud scarcity
of food a certainty throughout a
third part of India.
A preacher in Minneapolis told liis
congregation that not more than
seven out of a hundred clinerh
members wove real Christians.
It made no tvoublo. Every man who
had heard him felt thut he was one of
the seven.
Adjutant General Axliue of Ohio as¬
serts in his annual report that Ohio
sent the first volunteer regiment into
the field in the Spanish-American war,
and completed the mustering and dis¬
patching of her quota of troops first
of all the states. Its total number of
meu was 15,354.
The development, of manufacturing
enterprise in the South, moro es¬
pecially in the direction of the manu¬
facture of garments, is exhibited in the
fact that a branch of the National Gar¬
ment Workers’ Union has been orga¬
nized at Knoxville, Tenn. This is
the first union of the kind to be erga-
nized in the state.
Governor Roosevelt, in his address
to the class of 1893 at Cornell Univer¬
sity, said: “Our country can better
afford to lose all of the men who have
amassed millions than to lose one-half
of its collegi-bie.l men. We can get
along without men of enormous
wealth, but not without men of
brains.”
The Philadelphia Bulletin has been
making a comparison of the number
of people in rhat city who attend the
theatre and those who attend church,
and finds the church attendance far in
excess. The weekly attendance at the
different places of amusement, it says,
is not more than 170,000. It is hard
to compute the chur. h attendance, ex¬
actly.
With all our dev, tion to hurry,
there should be a long pause before
slow transit of the canal is given up.
Where these channels are owned by the
state they are an important check upon
railroad rates for carrying certain
bulky materials. A turbiue system
gaining its power from a trolley wire
gives hope, too, of greater speed with
a minimum of bank-washing. An over
head cable is also a promising possi¬
bility.
The extraordinary revelation was
made at a recent meeting of the State
Savings’ Bank association of New
York, says Leslie’s Weekly, that there
was in the savings l'.a.'ks of the Em¬
pire state $1,500,000 in dormant ac¬
counts. The savings banks of New
York state now bold about $600,030,-
000 of the people’s money and tho
dormant accounts of $1,500,000 re¬
main without any evidence that their
owners will ever cali for them. Some
of them have been dormant for over
50 years. One bank in the city of
Albany reports that its unclaimed ac¬
counts aggregated over $‘27,000. Some
of these accounts have claimants who
will appear in due season. We must,
indeed, be a rich and prosperous
nation when we cau overlook a little
item of over $1,500,000 lying un¬
claimed in the savings banks of a
single state.
The oft-repeated statement that “it
is worry that kills, not work,” is con¬
tradicted by an eminent specialist in
nervous disorders. This authority
declares that neither work or worry
are baneful in themselves, not even
when carried to excess, but that it is
the monotonous, unbroken continua¬
tion of the excess of either that is ex¬
ceedingly injurious. Every form of
prolonged mental strain without s.
complementary relaxation in some
form of physical activity acts disas¬
trously upon the nerve cells, while
the continuation of worry which
in itself is so far wholesome as it
shows a commendably sensitive orga¬
nization, terminates in the ruin of
the nervous system. The athlete, ho
declares, must be recommended to
take up some line of mental study,
and the scholar must be encouraged
to adopt some regular form of physi¬
cal exercise. Absolute rest is fre¬
quently as ineffective in restoring
an overwrought nervous system as
the whole gamut of nervines, stimu¬
lants, baths, massage and electricity.
What is needed is the change' of occu¬
pation to counteract or complement
the ordinary habits and empLoymeatc.
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THE BUKGLAES TWO.
Last autumn, toward the end of the
"Long,” Hargreaves and I went down
to Lyncastei-on-Sea to do some read¬
ing.
The season was over, and we found
ourselvea aimeet the only visitors in
.he place—quite the only ones, in fact,
at the Park hotel. Consequently we
had a choice of rooms, and it was pure¬
ly accidental that we chose the corner
sitting-room on the "second floor
front,” overlooking the grounds of the
hotel and also the People’s park.
The western wall of the hotel gar¬
dens formed the eastern boundary of
the park, and onr room was at right
angles to the wall. Immediately be¬
neath it, on the park side, was a row
of garden seats.
One night Hargreaves and I were lux¬
uriating in a lounge after dinner. The
room was in darkness and we were
quiet for once—enjoying a smoke and
half dozing.
Presently I was roused by the sound
of voices talking outside. The window
was open and I drew aside the curtain
and looked out.
Two men occupied the seat just be¬
low me, on the park side of the wall
decent looking fellows, as far as I could
tell in the dusk. I looked carelessly
at them for a moment, and was about
to return to my pipe when a word or
two caught my ear. I leaned forward
and listened eagerly.
"Then it’s all settled. We sneak up
the drive, steal a ladder and you climb
in at the landing window. We shan t
be disturbed; old Seaton sleeps at Aie
the to the servants ’
back of house, so
"Go on.”
“Her room is in the front—the first
on the left from the landing window.
I spotted it the other night when I wa3
strolling up and down—”
“Oh! never mind that. Hurry up.’
"Well, you know what to do next.
Seize the little darling, gag her, lower
her down to me—she’s a mere feather¬
weight—follow, and I’ll manage tae
rest.”
”Sh—sh! Not so loud.”
The speaker glanced apprehensively
over his shoulder at the hotel.
“You’re sure this place is empty?
he went on. “There’ll be a pretty tow
d’ye do if we’ve been overheard!”
“Of course it’s empty. How funky
you are!”
"Well, I don’t care about the busi-
ness. ’Tis infernally risky, and—”
“Oh! come, you can’t back out of it
now. You understand? Meet me at
11:30 o’clock at the cross roads half
a mile from Seaton hall. Then a
tramp, a few minutes’ wild excitement,
then—Dora and bliss!”
“Catch your hare before you cook it,
Tom. It's a far cry tonight’s affair to
bliss and Dora.”
“Oh, shut up! I’m off.”
"So am I.”
The two men moved away, and I I
Eank back in my chair and gasped.
What could It mean? Did these cold¬
blooded ruffians really contemplate
breaking into a man’s bouse and steal¬
ing his daughter under his very nose?
It was incredible, impossible; it was—
I roused Hargreaves with a vigorous
shake. “Wake up!” I shouted, “wake
up! Thieves! Burglars! Kidnapers!
Miss Seaton of Seaton hall!”
“What the deuce are you talking
about?” cried Hargreaves, starting up.
“Are you mad?”
I pulled myself together with an ef¬
fort, and rapidly ran over what i had
heard.
Hargreaves listened—and scoffed, It
was the greatest rubbish he had ever
heard. Carry off a girl in that des-
perado fashion in these days! Absurd!
“Go to sleep again, my dear fellow, and
dream some sense!”
This was irritating. If there had
been time I should have been annoyed
with Hargreaves, but there was next. I
assumed a lofty indifference.
"Believe It or not, as you like,” I
said, "it’s true enough. I shall he at
Seaton hall at midnight to stop this
desperate deed, and if I lose my life in
the interest of my fellow creatures my
blood be on your head.”
This rhetorical display impressed
Hargreaves. Seeing which, I followed
it up with a hint of ignoring the Lyn¬
caster police, and capturing the bur¬
glars off our own bat.
Hargreaves was “fetched.”
*
A couple of hours later two villians,
armed with blackthorn cudgels, strode
along the road from Lyncaster to Bea¬
ton—myself and Hargreaves on the
warpath.
We were horribly nervous—at least,
I was. A four-mile walk in mud and
a thick mist had cooled my enthusiasm,
and nervous tremors trickled down my
spine as I thought of attacking those
ruffians alone and unaided.
Visions floated before me in frightful
procession. I saw myself and Har¬
greaves a pair of mangled corpses wel¬
tering in our gore. Horrible! Wiping
the cold perspiration from my fore¬
head I stole a glance at Hargreaves.
He was stalking along In silent
gloom, his hands thrust into his pock¬
ets, his cap tugged down over his eyes.
“Hargreaves,” I began. He started
as though he had been shot. This was
encouraging.
“H-Hargreaves,” I said, trying to
get the nervous quiver out of my voice
—“H-Hargreaves, d-do you think they
have accomplices? Perhaps there is a
g-gang of them.”
“Rubbish!” from Hargreaves, sav¬
agely. ’Bosh! How goes the enemy?”
“Half past ten,” I stuttered, -and re¬
signed myself to fate.
We reached the crossroads by 11
o’olock, after which tea minutes’ sharp
walking brought us to Seaton hall
The house was approached by a drive
about a quarter of a mile in length.
This was followed, sneaking along, and
finally into the thick shrubbery Just
whore the drive swept rouud In front
of the hall.
There we crouched side by side and
waited. It was beastly—branches of
trees stuck into us, prickly shrubs
lacerated our faces. We could distin¬
guish nothing but the dim outline of
the house, for the mist, which had
been gradually increasing, suddenly de¬
scended like a thick pall, shrouding
everything.
We seemed to have been there for
hours, during which my only comforr
lay in clutching the blackthorn cudgel
and a pocket pistol, to which Har¬
greaves carried the pair, when sud¬
denly Hargreaves gripped my arm.
I listened. Footsteps were coming
stealthily toward us. Nearer and near¬
er they drew—near a.nd nearer. I
crouched down behind the shrubs and
peered out.
Ah-ha! There they were—the ruf¬
fians! Thank goodness, only two of
them. They sneaked along on the
narrow strip of grass bordering the
gravel drive, passed and disappeared
Into the darkness.
A few minutes elapsed. Tnen a lan¬
tern’s red bull’s-eye gleamed out close
to the ground. Two figures reared a
ladder against the house wall.
One of the men mounted and disap¬
peared. I could hear Hargreaves’
breath coming in quick gasps. My
teeth chattered.
Now the fellow was at the window
again. He clutched something in his
arms. Miss Dora Seaton? No—not
Miss Dora Seaton—a bundle! A kick¬
ing, struggling bundle!
Silently, swiftly he descended. The
ladder was removed, the red light of
the lantern extinguished. We felt the
two coming toward us in the darkness.
My heart beat up into my throat, my
knees shook, and I clutched the black¬
thorn cudgel.
"Now!” cried Hargreaves.
We sprang out. Each hurled him¬
self on his man, seized him by the
throat, and hung on.
The shock of the attack was irre¬
sistible. With scarcely a sound,
scarcely even a scuffle, we forced the
fellows down, Tightening my grip—
“If thfey struggle,” I cried to an im¬
aginary comrade In the darkness; “if
they struggle, fire!”
I gagged my man, bound his unre¬
sisting hands, turned on the lantern—
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and staggered back in utter amaze¬
ment.
“Graham!” I cried. "Graham!”
“Dagmore!” ejaculated Hargreaves.
"Tom Dagmore! by the powers!”
Hargreaves and I stared at one an¬
other. The burglars lay and glared
at us, gagged and helpless. The mys¬
terious bundle struggled and plunged
about our feet. Over all loomed the
shadow of the old hall, wrapped in
silent darkness.
Then Hargreaves began to laugh.
He rolled about the drive in speechless
agony, stuffing his handkerchief into
his mouth and gurgling. I subsided on
the ground in silent convulsions.
No wonder. Graham and Dagmore,
undergraduates of All Souls, Oxbridge,
breaking into the house of a highly re¬
spectable country squire to steal—ah,
yes! to steal what?
I Jumped up, seized the bundle, and
released—a small toy terrier, with a
blue ribbon round its neck and a gag
stuffed into its mouth.
It was inexplicable, It was myste¬
rious, It was the best thing we had been
in for for months. With a simulta¬
neous Impulse we unbound the ruffians.
They gazed at each other ruefully, then
at us, and once more laughter ren¬
dered us all speechless.
“Come out of this,” I whispered pres¬
ently, “we shall have the household
down on us.”
We crept down the drive. I hardly
dared breathe till we were outside the
gates.
"Now then,” I said to Graham, “ex¬
plain.”
"Oh, after you, sir,” said Graham—
“after you!”
"Yes,” echoed Dagmcre, "what the
dickens are you doing in this affair?”
I told them. Having stood what we
considered a legitimate amount of
chaff, we put a stop to it, and bade
them “fire away.”
"The fact is,” said Graham, “Dag-
more is in love; it’s Miss Dora Seaton.”
“Very interesting,” I remarked, “but
it hardly seemed to account for his
stealing her dog.”
“Oh!” said Graham, "I’m coming to
that. Dora walks on Lyncaster pier
daily after tea. So does the dog. So,
for the fortnight we have been down
here, have Dagmore and I. Dagmore
was smitten with Dora at once, and we
have tried every dodge we know to get
an introduction. No go. Fair means
failing, we tried foul.”
I stared.
"We are due at Oxbridge next week,
you know. Dagmore is getting fran-
tic.
"At last he hit on a brilliant idea.
Dora is devoted to the dog. It occurred
to him how convenient It would be ft
the little beaut would get Itself lost or
stolen, and we could find and restore
It to her. As this did not seem likely
to happen, we decided, as you see, to
steal It ourselves. Tomorrow there
will be a hue and cry all over Lan¬
caster—posters up, rewards offered,
Dora In despair, Dagmore scouring the
country for the dog—restoration—In¬
troduction—gratitude—bliss! ”
“But,” broke in Hargreaves, "how
did you know where the dog was kept
at night? And how dare you risk its
barking and rousing the household?"
“Dagmore’s landlady and the cook at
Seaton hall exchange weekly tea and
muffins. Which answers your first
question.”
“And the second?”
Graham produced a small phial.
"Chemistry,” he said pompously,
“chemistry is a most useful study. A
few drops of this liquid on a lump of
sugar sends a small dog to sleep for six
hours on end. The dose takes effect
half an hour after administration.
This afternoon Dora and the dog
walked on the pier as usual. So did
Dagmore and I. Dora engaged in ami¬
able converse with an old fisherman,
while the little dog ate a lump of sugar
lying temptingly under one of the
seats. On the road home he probably
day down and slumbered, and has
slumbered ever since on the mat at his
mistress’ door—in my arm3 on the
landing—and awoke to find himself de¬
scending a ladder tied up in a blanket
with a cloth stuffed into his mouth.
There,” Graham finished, "That’s the
whole show.”
Hargreaes and I do not think much
of this tale. Mrs. Dora Dagmore says
it is the best she knows.
STORIES O.F THE DIAMOND.
Pleasant Place to Go Fishing: ancl H«
Went.
There was a pitcher who once prom-
ised to be one of the best in the busi¬
ness who dropped out of fast company
in a strange way, says the St. Louis
Globe-Democrat. He was Darby, and
when he disappeared he was pitching
for Detroit. One morning the team
was making a trip across Michigan,
The day was hot and the cars dirty,
and when, near midday, the train stop¬
ped at a pretty little town, Darby look¬
ed out at a cool creek flowing down
into the woods and remarked:
“That would be a great place to fish
on a day line this.”
One of the other players said: “Why
don’t you get off and go fishing?”
“Believe I will,” replied Darby, as
he sauntered out on the platform of
the car. No one thought any more of
the matter until the train was miles
down the country. Then some one
remarked that Darby was missing. He
never rejoined the club, but turned up
at home in the fall and has never been
back in fast company since.
“The funniest decision I ever saw on
a ball field,” said George Becker of the
Louisvilles, “was given down in a lit¬
tle country town in Indiana while I
was playing with the Chicago club. We
had an off day, and Billy Moran and I
went down as a battery to some town
that had a grudge against a neighbor¬
ing village. I went in to pitch and we
had the other club beaten to death.
“Along in the seventh inning the
bases were full with two out and the
batter hit a little grounder down to
me. I picked the ball up and tossed it
underhand to first, twenty feet ahead
of the runner, and started to the bench
when the umpire called me back and
said: ‘Not out.’ I demanded to know
why the man was not out and he re¬
plied:
“ ‘The rules say you must throw the
ball to first and you pitched it under¬
hand.’
“I laughed so hard that I came near
letting the other club beat us out. I
never disputed that man’s decisions
again.”
James Ryan is an observing fellow.
His latest discovery was made last fall.
Jimmy was out walking in Washington
and returned to the hotel out of breath
and dragged half a dozen players down
to the capitol lawn to see a game of
ball, far over on the south side of
the east esplanade is a statue of Chris¬
topher Columbus. The discoverer is
represented standing on a pedestal
with one foot advanced, his right arm
swung high above his head and in his
right hand a globe. Jimmy dragged
the ball players over to the statue and
then, pointing across the lawn, showed
the statute of George Washington. The
father of his country stands facing
the discoverer with hands outstretch¬
ed. Ryan pointed out that Columbus
is poising to pitch the ball and Wash¬
ington is in exact position to catch it.
A Frank Surgeon.
Dr. Colies, an eminent surgeon of
Dublin, who died in 1843, was remark¬
able for his plain dealing with himself.
In his fee book he had many such can¬
did entries as the following: “For
giving ineffectual advice for deafness,
one guinea. For attempting to draw
out the stump of a tooth, one guinea.
For telling him. that he was no more
ill than I was, one guinea. For noth¬
ing that I know of except that he
probably thought he did not pay me
enough last time, one guinea.
Example.
“I wonder if It can be true that one
can light a fire with ice?” said the
maid with the spectacles. "If you
hadn’t forbidden me to mention the
subject I might recur to the love I have
for you,” said the youth with the red
owl tie and striped oollar.—Indianap¬
olis Journal.
That is the best part of beauty which
a picture cannot express.—Bacon.
LOYES THE PRINCE.
JULIA GRANT SEEKS NOT HOL¬
LOW TITLE.
Her Frefcronco for tho Russian Frlnco
Unlike Other fllatcbeB with Titled
Europeans—The Wedding to llo a
Grand Affair.
Society at Newport, It. I., is fairly
aglow with excitement over the nup¬
tials of Prince Cantacuzene and Miss
Julia Dent Grant. Miss Grant appears
bewitchingly beautiful In* the costly
gowns which her aunt, Mrs. Potter Pal¬
mer, has selected for her, and shows
plainly in many ways that her heart as
well as her hand belongs to the happy
young nobleman. Those who know
Miss Grant say that she Is genuinely in
love with her prospective husband and
that she cares little for the foreign ti¬
tles which the marriage will confer
upon her. This is In some measure re¬
assuring to those who have looked
with opposition upon the match, feel¬
ing that the grand-daughter of Gen¬
eral Grant should have chosen to be¬
stow her affections upon some worthy
American suitor in preference to any
pampered scion of royalty who might
come from beyond the seas. Of course,
Cupid performs strange antics; and if
Miss Grant loves Prince Cantacuzene
well enough to smile with favor upon
his suit, every American should heart-
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PRINCE CANTACUZENE.
fly ratify her decision and wish her in¬
finite happiness, despite her elder sis¬
ter’s melancholy experience purchased
under like circumstances. From all ac¬
counts Prince Cantacuzene is above the
average young nobleman in good de¬
serts and bids fair to redeem the prom¬
ises of felicity which he holds out to
his bride. He comes of one of the old¬
est families of Russia, possesses fine
educational advantages as well as un¬
usual personal attractions; holds high
rank in the military systems of the em¬
pire, and otherwise commands general
respect. He is 25 years of age, which
makes him one year the senior of Miss
Grant. Last year he spent much of his
time in this country, presumably en¬
gaged upon some military commission,
but actually engaged in courting Miss
Grant.' Rumor states that the affair
was consummated in Paris several
months ago. From present Indications
the marriage will be one of the most
brilliant international social events
which this country has ever known.
j HONOR CONFEDERATE DEAD,
Nearly one-tenth of the entire num¬
ber of confederate soldiers who died in
Northern prisons during the civil war
lie buried at old Camp Chase, near Co¬
lumbus, Ohio, unmarked even by wood¬
en headstones; 2,260 graves there tell
of the heroism with which confederate
soldiers perished on Northern soil.
Since the late war these graves have
been neglected, but plans are now on
foot for ejecting at Camp Chase an ap¬
propriate memorial to cost not less
than $4,000. This v/ill be the gift of
confederate veterans in Ohio and other
states. Under the laws of Ohio the
association in charge of the movement
has been incorporated and several
large subscriptions have been received.
The monument will be of granite and
will be modeled on the same lines as
the “These Are My Jewels” monument.
Ohio’s tribute to her famous sons,
which, since the world’s fair, has been
standing in the capitol grounds.
Around the shaft will be grouped six
figures—three general officers and
three enlisted men—one of each repre¬
senting the three grand divisions of
the Southern army—the Army of Vir¬
ginia, the Army of Tennessee and the
Army of the Trans-Mississippi. South¬
ern camps of Confederate Veterans will
he asked to aid the Columbus and
Nashville camps by contributing funds
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(Handsome Monument to Be Erected
at Columbus in Memory of Southern¬
ers Who Died in Northern Prisons
and Who Now Lie in Unmarked
Graves.)
for the' completion of the monument,
tjjje granite work for which has just
been contracted for.
The common run of literature is
stenciled, not written.
Christ changes the city by changing
the citizen.
LAUNCHING A SHIP,
UNDERTAKING CALLS FO
SKILL AND JUDGMENT.
Here te a Man of Extended Expert en^
—Launched More Vessels TlmnjMH
Other Mao in America—Modus OIit.r
amll of a Successful Launch.
According to Mr. M. V. D. Doughtj*
of Newport News, Va., the feelings of
a man who is charged with the respon¬
sibility of the launching of a great ship
are by no means pleasant when the
fateful moment arrives which 13 to
decide whether the vessel will glide
gracefully off the ways or stick. When
it is said that Mr. Doughty has had
charge of the arrangements of more
launchings than any other man In the
United States, and possibly the world,
It must be admitted that he has a right
to pass an opinion upon the subject.
During his connection with the ship¬
building industry he has had charge of
seventy-one successful launchings.
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Among the vessels that have left the
ways under his direction were the
first-class battleships Kearsarge, Ken-.t
tucky and Illinois, the gunboats Nash- 1
viile, Helena and Wilmington, the four I
Morgan line steamers that were trans- I
formed the Into with auxiliary Spain, and cruisers the Plant duringj line!
war
steamer La Grande Duchesse, which!
was used as a transport. The Crom- i
well liner Creole, the hospital ship '
now
Solace, also received her baptism under shipj i
his direction. In speaking of a
at the present time, with such enorJ
mous dimensions, is not only a matter '
of careful calculation, but one of great
skill and labor. Should anything hap¬
pen to- the several things prepared,
such as delays in clearing the ship of
her shores and blocks, or by a passing
vessel, then comes a moment of intense
anxiety to the man having the launch¬
ing in charge. He knows just how long
he can wait, and how long the limit of
safety extends. Should the ship refuse
to slide from the ways, or stick, as it is
termed, not only is the safety of the
vessel involved, but such a loss catastrophe
means a great pecuniary to the
builders. The cause for “sticking” is
invariably blamed on the tallow with
which the ways are greased, and while
this may not always be responsible, I
will not dispute its justice, for the
launching master has trouble enough
in other directions. He should have
something to relieve his mind, for
should the vessel “stick” he is forced
to go all through the same process
again, and the conditions in the second
case are not always quite so favorable
as in the first. Consequently his doubt
and anxiety is doubled at the second
attempt. Even after the ship has
started down the ways to meet her
watery bed, there is a severe mental
strain upon the man having charge of
the launching, for while the ship is in
motion he is thinking about how she
will be received by the water; for
should he have been mistaken in his
calculations and the ship fall after her
stern had passed the outer end of the
ground ways, instead of raising, as in¬
tended, the probability is that she
would dislodge the cradle at the for¬
ward end and fall between the ways.
Who could tell the amount of damage
in such a case? On the other hand,
should the stern or after end of the
ship raise sooner than intended, thus
throwing too much weight on the for¬
ward end of the packing upon which
the ship is resting, the vessel would
be subjected to an extraordinary
strain, as she would then be borne for¬
ward by the timber as well as by the
water at her stern. The damage she
would sustain in this condition is also
difficult to imagine.
“There are also other damages
caused by the ship lifting at the after
end too soon, thus throwing too great
a weight forward. Should the trap¬
ping, or lashings, which are placed to
keep the packing and bilge ways, or
slides, from spreading, break, the prob¬
ability Is that the'vessel would fall be¬
tween the ways, or, on the other hand,
if the trapping should not part at the
proper moment the danger is that the
forward packing would be forced
through the bottom of the ship, caus¬
ing her to fill and go down. The dan¬
ger of disaster in launching large ships
should cause the man having charge
of the launching to carefully calculate
all conditions when he lays the keel for
the ship. This, together with the care¬
ful laying of the lower ground ways,
upon which the ship is to slide down.
Insures a successful launch.”
Why Women Fight Seasickness.
"Are women more subject to seasick¬
ness than men?” A.n Atlantic captain
replies: "Yes, but, on the other hand,
they stand it better. A woman strug¬
gles up to the point of despair against
the—what I might call the improprie¬
ty of the thing. She isn’t so much
tortured by the pangs as she is wor¬
ried by the prospect of becoming dis¬
heveled, haggard and draggled. She
fights against it to the last and keeps
up appearances as long as she can
| hold up her bead."