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Fool killer No. 3,” Strange Craft in Which Skipper Nissen Lost His Life.
PETER NISSEN.
Nissen’s Fool Killer No. 3 was a can
vas bag, thirty feet long and twenty
two feet in diameter, tapering to blunt
ends, where there are portholes. In
side the entire length of the bag ex
tended a center shaft, around which
at each end revolved a hub, and from
each hub radiated a number of cotton
cord spokes, which were fixed in the
canvas, which served to hold the bag
In shape and carry it around the cen
ter shaft. Between the spokes, sus
pended from the shaft, is a basket,
or seat, in which the “rolling trav
eler” sat and steered by sliding the
basket from one end of the shaft to
the other.
THE BACHELOR SUPPER
The Bagot-Austin wedding was to
take place at high noon on Feb. 10.
It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon of
Feb. 9, and Bagot had run up from
his office for a call on his fiance. She
was bidding him good-bye in the hall.
"Now, remember, dear, not too much
wine to-night. Enough to be jovial
and witty and entertaining—for the
Bachelor Supper musn’t be a slow af
fair—but not too much, .Tack dear.
Promise.”
He laughed. “I think I’ve been a
very good boy the last year, Mary.
Only once in a while—for sociability’s
sake—and precious little then. That’s
a big advance from the times when
She leaned forward, and, catching his
face between her hands, drew him to
ward her and kissed him. “Tim Mor
ton will be up to some freakishness—
why, look at him insisting that the
ushers should give you the supper in
stead of you giving it to them. Of
course, that’s less expense for you—
we can get a beautiful brocaded chair,
dear, with the money you save.” And
she smiled up at him at the happiness
of that, chair. For even a prosaic
clothes-line is a Joyous thing to a
woman on the day before she marries.
"I'll be very, very careful, dear. It’s
going to be an informal affair—the
boys will just drift in. No full dress
or frills, and I don’t even know where
they’re going to take me. But—until
to-morrow.”
He held her until his arms ached
with the strain of it. Then he kissed
her again and again. For the sun
would set and rise again until next he
saw her, an eternity for lovers.
At 5 o'clock Tim Morton dropped In
at Bagot’s office. He waited until
Jack had given some final directions,
and then whisked him off in a cab. It
was snowing slightly.
Where's the spread going to be?”
asked Jack.
You’ll see when you get there,” an
swered Tim Morton. An odd man was
Morton, and he had an odd way of
doing things.
The cab stopped at Clifton’s, and the
men went upstairs to a private supper
room on the second floor. Fales and
Bancroft were waiting them. The ta
ble was set for eight.
Where’s the rest of the crowd?”
asked .Tack. "The best man is here,
ditto two ushers: where are the other
four?”
In a few minutes Brooke and Mon-
Toith came In. “Bates and Ashley will
be here inside of six seconds,” said
Monteith. “We left them down the
f "i'cet, and Bates told us to have the
table set for five more people.”
Jack’s face expressed surprise. The
rest of the crowd found the pictures
interesting Just then.
Who in thunder is coming?” asked
Jack "j thought this was just going
Ul a n informal spread for the ush
ers?”
"Look here, my boy,” said Tim Mor
ton. 'y nu are on j y a figurehead
here to-night. You are our guest, but
The supper's ours—and the Invitations
Thereof. Now just smoke your litHe
cigarette, and don’t bother your ”
"hd then there was a babel of voices,
n ‘ tramping outside the door, and of
woman's laughter. Jack started up
H there burst Into the room Bates
hd Ashley, having in tow Mabel Zane,
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SECTION VI. VIEW OF 8A1.1.00N.
By "KARL”
little Maudie Faunce. Nell Foster, the
statuesque Florrie Carter and her tom
boy sister. Ella. They made a bee
line for Jack Bagot, who tried to look
pleased and succeeded fairly in the at
tempt.
“It's been an age since last we saw
you”—“How well you're looking. Jack,
old boy”—“Love agrees with you”—
“So to-morrow you die”—such were
the salutations that greeted him.
They put Bagot at the head of the
table and flanked him with Maudie
Faunce, who had pink carnations in
her hair, and the younger of the Carter
girls. Then the other 'three girls ju
diciously distributed themselves among
the seven remaining men.
“Tim Morton insisted that we come,”
whispered little Maudie Faunce. “Then,
I wanted to see you again, Jack.”
She fingered the tablecloth and laugh
ed nervously. “You didn’t invite me
to-morrow, you know.”
Jack didn't answer.
The supper was superbly served and
the crowd of the Jolliest. In less than
an hour riot reigned. The lights, the
tinkling glasses, the rippling laughter
of the women, the scent of the wine,
the chatter and the jest, the heat
waves and the blur in the eyes—while
the snowflakes beat their tiny hands
against the window panes in admoni
tion of the madness of it all.
The champagne was flowing freely.
Twice Jack had attempted to stop
drinking, for the face of Mary Austin
had come to him, clear and distinct,
too, for all that the cigarette smoke
was dense and heavy. There she was
again—or, no. that was not her face
either—why, what in the world—yes,
it was little Maudie Faunce who was
looking up to him, and the smoke was
from her cigarette. What was she
saying?—or was it Mary Austin speak
ing?—no, it was little Maudie Faunce
—but how soft her voice was:
“I wouldn’t drink any more, Jack.
Remember, you're not accustomed to
it. Please stop, Jack, for my—for—
for —pity's sake.”
"Thirteen at the table and I never
knew it,” and up jumped the elder of
the Carter girls. “That's Tim Mor
ton’s stupidity,” and in a Jiffy Flor
rie Carter had one of her slippers off,
and \tfas belabouring Morton’s luckless
head with It. Morton caught the slip
per and threw It to Monteith, who in
turn tossed it to Brooke. Then Nell
Foster got it and threw it at Bates.
It missed him and hit the wall oppo
site.
There was a general scramble for
the slipper, and the crowd fell over the
chair on which Jack Bagot’s hat re
posed. Then Monteith held the hat on
high, and the girls commenced to kick.
Maudie Faunce was the only girl left
at the table. She was quieter than
was her wont. So was Jack—but then
he was sleepy.
“My hat. Maudie," and he waved to
ward the kickere. “My hat —only one
got to go way wish to-morrow."
“It’s to-morrow already,” said lit
tle Maudie Faunce, and as Jack lifted
'the champagne glass to his lips, she
gently caught his arm, and drew the
glass down to the table again. "No
more. Jack,” she said quietly.
Then Monteith caught two cham
pagne glasses and clinked them to
gether a accompaniment while Tim
Morton whistled “The Blue Danube."
Nell Foster was waltzing with Brooke.
They always waltzed well together
when Morton whistled and Monteith
played the champagne glass accompa
niment. , *|; niim
Morton remembered that no toasts
SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. DECEMBER 4. 1904
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PETER MSSEN'S “FOOL, KILLER."
had been drunk, so he rang for more
champagne. The elder Carter girl held
her Elass on high:
“Here’s to you, Jack. May your
married life be as free from care as
your bachelor days with the crowd.”
Jack didn’t want to drink any more,
but then it was a toast, and to him.
“Don’t take more than one sip,” whis
pered little Maudie Faunce. And he
did as she told him.
Then Mabel Zane drank his health,
and so did Ella Carter and Nell Fos
ter.
“Aren’t you going to give him a
toast, Maudie?” shouted Tim Morton.
“If you go back on .Tack, then he’ll
never have a friend in the world.” At
which the crowd laughed. Yet there
was little humour in the remark.
And so Maudie Faunce rose to her
feet. Her voice was unsteady, but it
was not from drink. “Here's to the
luckiest woman in the world,” she
said.
“Well done. Maudie!” shouted
Brooke. “The cleverest speech of the
night, girlie.” And the crowd ap
plauded.
But little Maudie Faunce, her face
as white as the cloth in front of her,
sat down and did not even smile.
“Now the whole crowd must drink
Jack’s health—and in goblets.” The
suggestion came from Monteith.
And so more champagne was
brought, and this time Jack Bagot
drained his glass. And then nothing
would do but that he must drink to
the crowd since the crowd had drunk
to him. He tried to fight off the issue—
but he was their guest. Then, too, this
was the last time.
■ Was that Nell Foster turning somer
saults on the floor? Surely not. Yet
it looked like her. Did he see it, or
only think he saw it? Someone was
helping him on with his overcoat. He
felt very sleepy.
Then the crowd began filing out,
making a great racket, and laughing
and Jostling, and calling names and
imitating animals. And as Bagot, who
was last to go, turned toward the
stairs, he felt something moist and
warm touch his hand. Sleepily and
lazily he looked down. Little Maudie
Faunce was on her knees beside him.
She was kissing his hand. He almost
stuqibled ill his effort to her.
She looked up into his face, and he
noted in his dumb, impotent way that
she was crying. “Once upon a time.
Jack,” she said, “and I thought you
were going to- ■” she stopped. The
laughter from the crowd in tjie street
came mockingly up 'the stairs. She
shivered and drew closer to him.
“Would she care if you kissed me
good-bye—the last kiss? Oh, the kisses
that we have \vasted in one little hour,
and now this last kiss must do for all
the many, many years to come.” She
threw her arms around him wildly, and
kissed him with all her might and
heart and soul and passion. The she
tore a pink from her hair and put it
In his hand. “Oh, God!” she sobbed,
and caught at her throat. Down the
stairs like a wild creature she flew.
Jack Bagot looked at the pink in
his hand, looked at the empty room,
and blinked. He put the flower in his
overcoat pocket and walked slowly
down the stairs.
He was greeted with a fusilade of
snowballs. Then he saw the crowd
pushing its way into two cabs—six
people to a cab.
“Come on in. Jack!” shouted Jim
Morton. “There’s room on Ella’s lap.
We’re going to run the girls home, and
then we’ll drop you at your lodgings.”
“Rather walk,” said Jack thickly.
“Walk, and be damned then!” cheer
ily shouted Tim Morton.
The drivers chirped to their horses.
“Where’s little Maudie Faunce?”
shouted Jack.
“I’m in here. Jack,” came her voice
from Morton's cab.
“Good-night, Maudie.”
“Good-bye, Jack.”
Then there was a great shouting of
adieux, and of admonitions, of taunts,
and of drunken raillery. Then the
cabs dfove off.
Jack started straight ahead. His feet
were unsteady, and the falling snow
blurred things: but the crunch under
foot was soft, and Just to his liking.
He felt very contented. A clock from
a neighboring steeple tolled three.
When he reached the first crossing
he wasn’t quite sure which way to go.
He came to the conclusion, that it
didn't matter much.
After he had walked fifteen minutes
he felt very sleepy indeed. His storm
coat was good and thick—what mat
tered it which way the streets cared
to run? Then, again, the air was not
cold, and the snow was soft. And so
he sank sleepily down.
Somebody was shaking him—shaking
him roughly, too. “Get out of that,
you drunken sot!" said the voice.
Jack Bagot looked around him. It
was daylight, and a policeman stood
over him. Slowly he got to his feet.
Merciful God—that house opposite! It
was the house she lived in! And he
had slept in the gutter opposite her
house! Ho was sobered In a second.
“I haven’t been accustomed to drink
ing," he said apologetically.
“They all say that,” answered the
policeman.
••I’ll never drink another drop.”
“They all say that, too,” said the po
liceman. vawnlng.
Jack stood Irresolute for a second.
The policeman started to walk away.
“What time is It?"
“Just struck seven.”
"Well, at noon to-day I’m to be mar
ried.”
The policeman looked at the man
contemptuously from head to foot.
"God help the woman," was all hs
said.
Jack Bagot turned nnd walked slow
ly up the street. Mechanically he put
his hands In his overcoat pockets. His
right hand touched something soft, and
he drew out the pink that little Mau
die Faunce had given him. He stop
ped to think where He got It. Then he
threw it into the street, and It sunk
swiftly out of sight In the whits, soft
snow. "God help the woman,” he said
solemnly, looking st the stem sticking
up from the place where ths flower
had sunk. “Ood help ths woman,” bs
repeated.
TAFT’S MISSION
ON THE ISTHMUS
ANYTHING BUT AN EASY ONE.
MANY JEALOUS INTERESTS TO BE
DROUGHT TOGETHER.
Indications That the Friction Be
tween the Governments Will IHs-
Hppenr Under the Conciliatory
Pollcy That Will Probably Result
from the Investigations |,y the
Secretary ol Wr.
Washington. Dec. 3.—There is no
doubt that a few months ago the prin
cipal men in the Panama government,
together with the leading merchants
of the little republic, were basing all
their hopes for a betterment of condi
tions on the isthmus on a change of
administration at Washington.
In the short year of its existence as
a nominally independent republic Pan
ama has undergone various experi
ences, arising principally from its com
plex relations with the United States,
that have somewhat dampened the first
ardor of the isthmians for self-gov
ernment.
The commerce of Panama has fallen
off and the expected revenues of the
republic have been curtailed—all ow
ing, the Panamans assert, to an ex
treme interpretation of the Roosevelt
administration on the isthmus that if
continued would threaten their na
tional existence.
Complaints ol the “Hi* Stick.”
The natives complained that they
were being treated to an unmerciful
quantity of the “big stick,” which they
feared would be increased in severity
should President Roosevelt be re
elected. This fear, however, has un
dergone a decided modification since
election day through the expressed de
sire of the President to establish a bet
ter condition of affairs between the
native and American governments on
the isthmus, a change to be brought
about by an interpretation of the
Panama treaty 'that will be more lib
eral to the Panama republic.
The sending of Secretary Taft to
the isthmus on this mission has
awakened the hopes of the Panamans,
and there are indications that the ex
isting friction between the govern
ments will gradually disappear under
the more conciliatory policy that will
probably result from the Secretary's
investigations.
Tuft’s Easy Job,
Compared with his Philippine mis
sion Secretary Taft will probably find
the regulation of Panama affairs any
thing but an easy problem. In the
Philippines there is only one supreme
power—that of the United States.
On the Isthmus, however, there is
the native government, even jealous of
its rights as an independent, republic
and there is the canal zone, running
through the heart of the latter and
falling under the Jurisdiction of the
Canal Commission, with certain ill
defined treaty provisions that some
Panamans construe as giving them, in
a shadowy sense, a claim to this por
tion of Isthmian territory.
Cnna.l Zone Rights.
Ever since the indictment of the
steamer Loa in July, the government
of the canal zone has maintained the
right to receive and dispatch foreign
vessels from the port of Ancon with
out the intervention of the Panama
authorities. In the same month, also,
by the Presidents order to General
Davis, the latter was empowered to
establish a tariff on imports at the
ports of Ancon and Cristobal, the tariff
to be the same as that in force in the
United States.
Great was the dismay of the Panama
merchants at these proposed changes.
Panama and Colon would be ruined,
they said, and therefore commerce of
the Republic would be completely
wiped out. A three cornered diploma
tic controversy was entered into by
the' Ptanama government, Minister
Barrett and Governor Davis, resulting
finally in modus vlvendt pending the
complete settlement of the treaty
questions between the two govern
ments.
Fear of American Tariff.
Up to now the fear that the Ameri
can tariff will be applied to the zone
and that the claims of the Panama
government in the matter will fall of
reicognltlon has operated disastrously
in the commerce of the isthmus. Mer
chants are complaining bitterly of the
uncertainty under which they are com
pelled to do business and agents from
foreign countries find it Impossible to
get orders for their goods. Gen. Davis,
in the diplomatic correspondence with
Secretary of State Arias on the sub
ject, cites the cases of Switzerland and
Canada and the Baltic porta of Russia
in winter as evidence that a country
can prosper without a foreign com
merce. But these historical arguments
have failed so far to quiet the aiurm
of either the merchants or the gov
ernment of Panama, or to reconcile
them to what appears to be their fate,
and the solution of the problem ap
pears to be reserved for Secretary
Taft. _
Contestants for Kmory-Trlnity De
bate.
Oxford, Ga. t Dec. 3.—The contest to
decide Emory’s representative in the
Emory-Trinity debate, will begin Mon
day and continue through the follow
ing Monday. As each of the two lit
erary societies Is to furnish a repre
sentative the man making the beat
record for the two speeches will be
chosen from his society. Six mem
bers of the faculty have been chosen
to act as judges in choosing the speak
ers and two alternates.
A BRACKET CLOCK WHICH ANY BOY CAN MAKE
From the December St. Nicholas, Copyright. 1 804, by the Century Cos. Photo by H olllnger.
' 9 A good design for a simple bracket-clock le shown In the Illustration. It 7”
'* rnade from th,n board half an Inch thick, half a yard of burlap, eome *
large-headed nalla. and an Inexpensive clock movement run by springs or * s. ,
j> <Jpm The box part of the case Is eight Inches square and three and a half Inches * f Jj •
□SEN *' • ,n <,epth - and the bracket ends may be detached or be a part of the sides, \ }J
| tinHP cut, as shown In Fig. 2. to extend six Inches below the bottom of the box. | • \ y *
ffffi Ipr i fim r. The dial and glass frame should measure six Inches In diameter, and to lit ||
yJtß’ W! ,l 10 tho h,,x 11 w '" *** n *'*** ar r *° cut * hole In the front of the case five I • •
| ‘wj] ]wj and a half Inches In diameter, as shown also In Fig. 2. I T’™™’*" ffTIIWIIFITT
! ! U The shelf top to the box Is beveled at the under side and attached with B U II IIUMII.
glue and nails. It overhangs the aides and front of the box about two / l Uf
Inches, and Is made from wood three-quarters of an Inch thick. I f llf
T J If It Is Impossible to And large-headed nails to finish the edges of the I 11 |II
■ front and sides, mock nail-heads, three-quarters of an Inch In diameter, can I [l/ [/ (
• be cut from lead and applied with thin steel nails. The movement, which l uii'
can be purchased from a clo< krnsker, Is altachad to the back of tbs ease be- ess a ssvsii as res t-vrrr steps oug
fore the dial la mads fast. The clockmaker can also mount and adjust the
m a * MuueroeA dial and movement If necessary. |
CONTINUED FROM PAGE 13.
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19-inch Figured Taffetas and Louisines 49c
19-inch Figured Taffetas and Louisines 67 C
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24-inch Chiffon Faille Silks, in all the newest street and evening shades 1.00
24- Peau de Soleil, in brown, navy, burnt onion, mahogany—in fact, all the
most desirable colorings 1.00
19- Baronet Silks 50c 33-in. Rajahs 1.50
30-in. Burlingham 2.00 30-in. Burlingham Sacking 2.50
25- Meteor Black Taffetas, guaranteed oil boiled, 1.25, 1.50, 2.00 2 . 50
24-in. Money Bak Peau de Soie 1.50 24-in. Diamond Peau de Soie 1.50
19-in. Money Bak Taffeta 1.00 24-in. Money Bak Taffeta 1.25
27-in. Money Bak Taffeta 1.50 27-in. Windsor Taffeta 1.00
19-in. Messaline Silk 75c 22-in. Messaline Silk, 1.00, 1.25 1.50
27-in. Black Peau de Soie 1.25 22-in. Black Chiffon Taffeta 85c
Colored Silks
20- Dresden Taffetas 1.00
22, 24, 27-in. Pompadour Silks and Satins, the Silks most affected for evening
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24-inch Dresden and Pompadour Crepe de Chines 1.50
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effects 1.00
22-inch Messalines, the Silk specially adapted for evening wear 75c
19-inch Grandmother Silks, in black, white and all the plain and changeable effects. ..Bsc
Fruit of Loom bleached shirting .7)40
Yard-wide Cambric, worth 10c 7psc
18-inch Birdeye, best quality 39c
Outing Flannelette, regular 10c quality, at..7*4c
Yard-wide Percales, regular price 10c, at....
36-inch White Drapery Swisses, usually
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New Dress Ginghams, worth 10c, at 7j4c
Ready-made Bleached Sheets for Double Beds 49c
LEOPOLD ADLER
DESCENDANTS
OF THE VIKINGS
INVADE THE GREAT LAKES.
COMPETING IN THE COMMERCE OF
AMERICAN’S INLAND SEAS.
Swedish Ships Taking Part In a
Trade Long In the Hands of Eng
lish Speaking Sailors—The “Norse
Invasion” Has Ilronght the Rues
tiau of Amerlraa Shipowners
Home to Those Who Have Fancied
Themselves Seeare Against For
eign Attack.
Chicago, Dec. 3.—Descendants of the
Vikings have invaded the Grdat Lakes
and vessels flying the flag of Sweden
and Norway are competing for a part
of the carrying trade on those Inland
water-ways which, since the cession
of Canada to Grriit Britain, have been
regarded as the exclusive cruising
ground of English speaking mariners.
The appearance of Swedish vessels in
the lake trade has been an unexpect
ed and striking feature of the past
sdason. In 1901 American capitalists
Interested in lake shipping built ten
vessels of about 2,200 tons burden to
be used on a line between Duluth and
Chicago and Montreal and Quebec.
Swedish Ship Oweners’ Threats.
Hardly had these vessels been com
pleted at an expense of $140,000 each,
when a representative of Swedish ves
sel owners appeared and offered to
charter to the owners of the line or
to sell outright several Swedish steam
ers. It was explained to the American
vessel owners that If they did not care
to enter into the arrangement propos
ed the boats would come Just the same
and would be operated by their own
ers. They were chartered by the
American company and have been used
during the past season.
To run these boats under this char
ter cost less than SIOO a day, while
the minimum cost of operating the
American steamers was $135 a day.
bower Soule of Wugen.
The difference was largely due to tbe
lower scale of wages paid on the for
eign ships. A Swedish master is con
tent with a compensation of $69.50 a
month; an American captain'e salary
is S2OO. An American first mate re
ceives SIOO each month; a Swede Is
satisfied with $31.80. About the same
proportion exists between the wages of
the other officers and engineers, while
the Swedish seaman works for $15.90
per month as compared with $42.50
paid to the American. Under United
Staf.ee navigation laws, while these
Swedish ships cannot 'be engaged in
trade exclusively between American
ports, they may collect cargo in sev
eral cities on the American shores of
the Lakes and discharge on the Cana
dian side or vice versa. In other words,
they sail on a foreign voyage, going
from one country to another, and trade
so conducted is open to any foreign
vessels which cap reach the Lakes
and capture a share of the business.
Compete With American Shipping.
These vessels are small In compari
son with some of the lake carriers, be
ing of about 2,000 'tons burden, but in
the opinion of steamship men they can
be operated with profit. Such ships
are not adapted to the transportation
of iron ore, but there is a vast amount
of other carrying business on the
Lakes. The boats are admirably fitted
for the transportation of grain and
the immense quantities of miscella
neous commodities which help swell
the total of lake commerce. There ape
said to be 400 foreign steamers which
could he sent here to take a band in
Che business.
To the thrifty Swedish vessel owner
and the hardy Norse seaman the pros
pect of taking a hand in the lake trade
is alluring. Nowhere in the seven seaß
is there commerce to be compared to
It. From the days when the Phoeni
cians, hound to Britain for cargoes of
tin, sailed the Mediterranean, that sea
has been one of the greatest marine
highways, but never has Us traffic ap
proached the density of that which
makes the great American Lakes the
most crowded of the world's water
ways.
The Great I.nke* Commerce.
When the lake commerce Is repre
sented in figures, the quantities seein
almost (fabulous. In 1903, domestic
freight receipts at the lake ports were
nearly 57,000,000 tons. During that year
the freight carried through the Sault
Hte. Marie canals exceeded 34,000,000
tons. The magnitude of the commerce
on the Great Lakes is a striking trib
ute to what American enterprise can
accomplish in the creation of a mer
chant marine when unhampered by
ruinous foreign competition.
This “Swedish invasion” has brought
Hemstitched Pillow Cases, linen finish, worth
25c, at 17c
10- White Wool Blankets, $2.50 quality, at .$1.89
11- white strictly all wool Blankets, soft and
fleecy, worth $6.50, at .$4.98
Silkoline-covered and lined Comforts, filled
with pure white cotton $125
Extra fine Comforts, covered and lined with
finest French Sateen. Real value $5.00. .. .$3.98
Tuskan Plush Slumber Robes—lmporters'
samples, worth $2.00, at 98c
the question of American shipping
home to the shipowners, shipbuilders
and seamen of Ontario and Erie and
Michigan and Superior, who have long
fancied themselves secure against for
eign attack, while foreign Hhips have
swept the shipowners, shipbuilders and
seamen of the coasts out of American
trade on the Atlantic and Pacific
oceans. Of all the overseas commerce
of the United States, only about 9 per
cent, is now conveyed In American
vessels. American overseas tonnage
has shrunken from 2,496,000 in 1861 to
879,000 now, and not one new order for
a steamship for the foreign trade has
been given since June, 1901, to an
American shipyard.
Honk let for Thomaavllle.
Thomas vllle, Ga., Dec. 3.—The
Thomasvilie Board of Trade has issued
10,000 copies of an attractive booklet
entitled “Thomasville, the winter re
sort among the pines." It contains a
series of magnificent views of the town
and surrounding country, and a de
scription of the city’s attraction*. In
dorsements of the climate, hunting,
drives, etc., from the late President
McKinley and scores of other leaders
In statecraft and finance are embodied
in the pamphlet.
—“Didn’t that burglar take your
breath away?” “No, he left that. I*
was about the only thing he didn’t
take.” —Detroit Free Press.
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