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ttilKN' you ARE old .... ar p old. and 7 am passed away— iul vour face, your golden face, is Passed- lIU J . h-ite'or the end, this dream of 1 think ,t you. a friendly star will shine p°"vn ' ' dun slope where still you stum ri'n- it he: that no dead yesterday, v, Jul-eved ghost, but generous and gay, v \ -■ \e you memories like almighty wine. When you are old. hcirt it shall be so. Under the sway W , the past’s enormous disarray O' V , vd and dark. Yet though there LlSs ' ur- no sign . n ,vell pleased; immortal and divine, W*’, 11" still tend .you, as God’s angels \\ hen you are old. —William Ernest Henley. TUCILE'S DIARY 5 she is Providentially Provided With a Smart Farasol. Father gave me $5 a few days ago to buy a birthday present for Cousin Fannie. “I want every one in the family to remember her generously this year,” he said, “for she is such a jewel. If it weren’t for her faithful services I don’t see how we could ever run the house As you usually seem to have difficulty in making your allowance cover your expenses I’m glad to con tribute a little toward your gift for her.” I had a great deal of difficulty find ing anything very nice for $5. I didn’t feel that I could afford to spend any of my own money, for I nee d so many new things this au tumn, but I knew father expected me to give her something handsome, so I looked about until I was quite worn out. Sometimes I think the custom of celebrating birthday anniversaries is quite foolish and childish. One would fancy, for example, that a woman of Cousin Fannie’s age would be glad to let the years go by un noted. On the contrary, she is as pleased as a little girl when she finds her breakfast plate heaped with pres ents. At last I selected a parasol which, on account of the lateness of the sea son, had been greatly reduced in price. It was a beauty. The very day that I bought it Ma rian Lewis telephoned me that she was having an impromptu afternoon tea. She said several people had dropped in unexpectedly and she wanted me to come right over and help her entertain them. After I had put on my white embroidered Swiss frock I couldn’t resist trying the effect of that parasol with my costume. It gave such a lovely fin ing touch that of course I decided to carry it. . I knew I looked rather well, for Marian whispered as she greeted me: “How awfully grand you are, Lu cile! You’re dressed as elaborately as if we were having a real party.” I always like to compliment my hostess by being as well dressed as I can, I answered, looking at the plain lawn gown she was wearing. oil know I didn’t invite any of the others. They all just happened in, except you,” she said, fussily smoothing some of the wrinkles in her skirt. I think inexpensive little frocks suit you, Marian,” I remarked kind -I}’, but she did not seem pleased. I glad to find that John Bruce there with his runabout, for I didn t feel in the least like walking home. Ihe tea was rather a stupid ahair and, like all dull things, made my head ache. After I had been there a half hour or so I told John at I really felt too badly to remain a ml he insisted upon taking me home. Marian seemed quite hurt at my early departure, but I felt that I sim h t c °uld not sacrifice myself on the ahar of friendship any further. I certainly owe it to my family to keep V)l’ an(l m y temperament is so sen- S‘ti\e that there is nothing makes my mad ache so quickly as being bored. 1 in the automobile I began to teel very much better. * Motoring is the best cure for all Is , I said, as we whirled down the on evard. “Such an exhilarating * ’ as his blows away every ache nc i )am - 1 almost wish it wasn’t su ch a short distance home.” Ingoing to take you for a spin, UCI e> John said determinedly. “I te JOU need the fresh air.” 1 laughingly protested that I ought dinri! 1 nie I should be late for Bother dinner,” said John. “Why, try°! 1 ?ay so we ’ll dine at the coun pj‘ e e can telephone your peo- J„ lovc country club dinners. I felt thf, f ' >im °rtable, too, as, sitting on th ' eranda , I kept off the rays of Pam • • ing sun w *th the lavender and i 1 noticed that its beauty tenti tj ’ a ttracted considerable at aufn S r ' r , ,1 . ! 1 n was helping me into the h ,2 , When were starting ?■; lie cr ied out: f oxv !!,’ *“ ucile - I’ve dropped that haiTi U - ,lmlJrella y°ur’s and the dadlß s broken.” ed Hr’ <lear ’” 1 si ghed. Then I add al] 1 -easantly, “it doesn’t matter at II dlThv and° es '” said John - “I know have it ' , tone of yoiir voice. I’ll ter the, lll0nde( i so that it will be bet t° hav! U new# blow would you like gold >,,* i° ,ir name engraved on the bits of 1 - C 1 w ill hold those brdkem ‘*Th t V ° ry toseth evV’ with v ' ollld b e lovely,” I answered I kn r 1 UCil enthu siasm as possible. u would have made John feel very uncomfortable if I had told him that the parasol was intended for a gift for Cousin Fannie, and I am glad that I had the tact to say nothing about It. Thinking it over afterward I decided that it was really too frivolous and showy for dear Cou sin Fannie s quiet, sober taste, any way. Father and mother appeared rath er surprised when they saw the dark gray gloves I added to Cousin Fan nie’s birthday gifts. They were gloves that Aunt Rachel brought me from New York several months ago, and they were quite too old-ladyish for me. Aunt Rachel never does make appropriate gifts. The gloves were much more suit able for Cousin Fannie than for me. Even if they are a trifle snag for her I am sure she ought not to mind hav ing her hands squeezed into such really attractive gloves. I hope we shall have a lot of fine weather this fall, so I can get a great deal of use out of my parasol. The gold band engraved with my name is simply stunning.—Chicago News. Mysterious Monuments of France By FRANK PRESBREY. When we left Yannes we went by the most direct road to Auray, about a half hour’s run, and there turned southwest toward Carnac down by the coast which we reached about an hour after leaving Vannes. We were eager to see the Druidical mon uments known as Menhirs and Dol mens, the great stones of mythologi cal age. These and the Giant’s Causeway, w r hich we visited later in Ireland, are two of the most wonder ful things in the world—one cre ated by man and the other a crea tion of nature. The hotel manager at Vannes had given us a little map which enabled us to go directly to the most interesting part of these enormous fields of rock, taking in Ploemel and Plouharnel on the way. The story of these stones—as to what they are; what kind of people put them there; why and when they were put there —has never been told and probably never will be. They are practically as prehistoric as the formation of the world itself, and as we drove our motor, a symbol of the latest creation of man, out on the moors among these tokens of the musty ages, a feeling unlike any thing which we had ever felt before came over the entire party. Here was an illustration of the spanning of time. Here on the very spot where the first known labor of man is exhibited stood also his last pro duction— one the work of a people unknown, the other the recent pro duction of the most modern nation on earth. The pyramids of Egypt have a his tory which has been unraveled and written by archaeologists. Pompeii is relatively modern; the statues of Rameses and the art of the Nile are as open books compared with the his tory of these great rocks. The Menhirs and Dolmens are scattered all about the section south of Auray, but down near Carnac there are three groups set upon lines as straight as a modern engineer could draw them and forming nine or ten avenues. There are 874 in one of the rows, 855 in another and 262 in a third; it is said there were 15,000 originally. The stones, which are equal distances apart, vary in height from three to twenty feet, the largest having an estimated weight of forty to fifty tons. There is no stone of the same geological forma tion found nearer than three hundred miles and the mystery of their be ing placed here will probably never be solved. —From “An Intimate Ex cursion,” in The Outing Magazine. PRICE OF LAMARTINE’S POEM. Pecuniary Value Which the French Poet Put Upon His Work. The Gaulois tells a good story of Lamartine’s estimate of the pecuni ary value of his poetry. It was in 18 48, when he was at the acme of his glory and a Cabinet Min ister. He had just contributed “La Marseillaise de la Paix” to the Revue des Deux Mondes, and Buloz, the editor, called on him at the Minis try. “I believe I owe you £BO. Here is the money,” said Lamartine, pro ducing a bundle of banknotes. “Pray deduct the amount of the Revue’s indebtedness to you for your poem,” said the editor. “I meant to make you a present of it,” rejoined the poet. “Not at all; I insist upon paying you.” “How much?” “Your own price, whatever it may U.e.” “Ah, well; if you will have it so I must oblige you,” said Lamartine; and with a magnificent gesture he swept up the whole bundle of notes representing the £BO and restored them, with solemn dignity, to his pocket. —Westminster Gazette. A Qiiestion of Hats. The Prince of Wales’ oyster white “topper,” with a black band one and one-half inches wide, took the Cana dian eye when he sported it last Sun day at church, and it is likely light gray hats will creep into favor over here before the summer ends. It is the kind papa wears when on dress parade, but why cast stones at Vice- President Fairbanks’ black dress hat? The Vice-President is a “dresser,” and, according to New York fashions, was as well turned out as his royal highness. Don’t let partisan preju dice say he wasn’t.— Boston Herald. A YOUNG MAN AND TEN ACRES By Intensive Farming H. M . Howard Makes His Little Farm, With His Greenhouses, Produce SIO,OOO Each Year. £y E. I. FARRINGTON, HARRISBURG, PA - t There is a man in West Newton, Mass., who is making a good living foi\himself and his family from ten acres. This sort of thing, no doubt, would seem impossible to the farmer of the great West, and his hundreds of acres of rolling prairies, but in tensified farming is proving the sal vation of New England. The achievements of this West Newton man—his name is H. M. Howard— have placed him in the front ranks of the advocates of that sort of farm ing which means raising as much on ten acres as, under old style meth ods, was raised on fifty. Mr. How ard is in demand as a speaker at farmers’ institutes and similar gath erings, and his farm is known all over New England, and far beyond. Mr. Howard is a young man, and is putting into practice the knowl edge he received during a course of study at the State Agricultural Col lege at Amherst, supplemented by practical experience on farms and market gardens in the vicinity of Boston. He is able to make his ten acres yield more than SIO,OOO worth of produce, or over SIOOO an acre, in a single season. Many market gardeners consider that they are do ing well when they get a yield amounting to SSOO an acre, but Mr. Howard is by no means satisfied with twice that amount, and expects to do considerable better than he has been able to do thus far. Sunny Slope, as the little farm is called, is near the Brae Burn Golf Club in a very pleasant section. The land slopes away from the road in such a way as to insure good drain age, and is' cultivated in the most thorough manner, sometimes as many as thirty men being at work on the ten acres. Mr. Howard began with almost no money, taking a five-year lease of the property, which he subsequently pur chased, as he began to prosper in his venture. Lettuce in the hotbed and in the open field has been the leading crop. Indeed, lettuce has proved a mortgage lifter in the case of many a New England truckman. The returns from lettuce are sometimes enorm ous, although it is only fair to say that they are sometimes small. A head of lettuce takes a square foot of ground and two full crops may be grown on the same field. The price varies from one-half cent to six cents a head at wholesale, but nobody can foretell the price with accuracy, nor is it safe to estimate the profits until the money is in hand. Somjfimes a hailstorm will ruin a crop which was just ready to pick. The two most important factors which affect the business are the weather and the con dition of the market. young man,” said Mr. How- think of going into the market garden business if he is afraid of water or mud. The work of transplanting and often tiiat of harvesting, as well, must be done when the weather is far from agree able. The prices of garden produce often are highest just after a season of bad weather, and the wise garden er is alert to take advantage of the fact. “The market,” continued Mr. How ard, ‘‘is always best when supplies are coming in. slowly. The earlier we can get the bulk of our crop to market the more money we can make. I am striving to produce all that can be produced on one piece of land the size of this in one season. Nature strives to cover the ground with plants of some kind, and if we farmers can cover it with edibles we ought to receive the reward due for our labor and time.” Spinach is a prominent crop at Sunny Slope, and wonderful crops have been produced—as many as 1,- 600 bushels to an acre, selling at twenty-five cents a bushel. Other profitable crops are radishes, toma toes, beans, cauliflower, corn and cel ery. There are seasons when the Boston market calls for unusually large quantities of certain vegetables. In May and June, for instance, lettuce and spinach have the call. On June 17 and July 4 there is a tremendous demand for green peas and straw berries, while at Thanksgiving time everybody wants celery to grace the festive board. It is a wise gardener who keeps these facts in mind, and no little of the success which has come to Mr. Howard has been due to the fact that he has watched the market with an eagle eye and has calculated the extent of its demands far in advance. The water supply is an important question on a farm like that owned by Mr. Howard, who has both town water, which comes to his place un der high pressure, and a system of his own, the water being pumped from a well by a hot air engine. Many farmers make a serious mis take by not keeping accurate ac counts. They might profitably take a leaf from the diary of the owner of Sunny Slope, who is so systematic in this respect that he is able to tell the amount of profit in a single hill of beans, which he places at fifteen cents, and the average of each toma to vine, the amount being thirty cents. Now, a tomato plant that looks like thirty cents is no joke, and so satisfactory a profit is secured only by using immense amounts of fertilizer and t>y the most thorough cultivation During the winter Mr. Howard lays out a plan for the coming sea son’s work in a book, and follows it as closely as possible day by day throughout the season. He is like the manager of a great factory, and re gards his farm in much the same way that a manufacturer does his plant. He employes a good many Italians for the field work, and much of the weeding is done by hand. When the vegetables are gathered they are carefully picked over and cleaned, so that they will go to the market presenting an attractive ap pearance. Mr. Howard’s activities are not confined to the summer months, for Le has several large greenhouses, which occupy much of his attention during the winter. He formerly grew violets extensively, but is now going more largely into the production of winter vegetables. Greenhouse plants are costly, and Mr. Howard’s houses have been built one at a time, as his success with vegetables grown in the open has warranted the increased in vestment.—New York Tribune. What a Wife Needs is Brains By WINIFRED BLACK. Mr. Charles M. Schwab says the ideal wife is the wife who can cook, darn and make good coffee. Right you are, Mr. Schwab—when the ideal husband of that ideal wife is the ideal man who chops the wood, blacks his own boots and comes home from down town early on purpose to get the furnace ashes sifted before it’s too dark to see in the basement. The ideal wife for any man in any station in life is a woman who has brains enough and sense enough and adaptability enough to do whatever work it is her duty to do in her own particular station in life or the sta tion to which her husband’s position entitles her. The woman who marries a poor man and refuses to learn the things that a poor man’s wife ought to know is just as silly and as selfish and of as little consequence in the world as the woman who marries a rich man and doesn’t know enough to learn how to live up to her posi tion. Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish probably nev er cooked a meal in her life—but from the caustic good sense of some of her recent remarks on the woman question, I’ll wager that she could learn how to do it in just about three days if she had to. And she’d cook it right, too, and have the time of her life doing it, and the steak would be broiled and not fried, and the coffee would taste like coffee and not like dishwater. It isn’t going to school in the kit chen that makes a good housekeeper, Mr. Schwab, any more than it’s run ning errands in an office that makes a good business man. The first requisite for any kind of success in any walk of life is brains. The woman who has brains enough can leai% to cook and to cook well when the time comes that she ought to learn it. What on earth would you do with a cook for a housekeeper, Mr. Schwab, in your present condition in life? A woman who is married to a man of your success and money has no more business to cook her husband’s meal3 than her husband would have to take time from his great business interests to kindle the furnace fire and sweep off the front sidewalk. Every station in life has its simple, perfectly defined duties. Women can’t escape any more than men from the complicated system of our times. The woman who does her house keeping as her grandmother did it is just as much out of it to-day as the man who would try to compete with an express train service by running a train of ox teams. I believe in the domestic woman, and the reason I believe in her is that she. seems as a rule to show the best power of adaptability—and that, af ter all, is the touchstone of real prac tical usefulness. I never knew a good business wom an who didn’t make a good house keeper —when she had sense enough to put her mind on it. I never knew a giiU who couldn’t and wouldn’t do a thing at home who ever could or would do a thing away from home. Common sense and brains —that’s the whole business, Mr. Schwab.—• From the New York American. Doctors’ Incomes. The shrinking incomes of medical men furnish legitimate reasons for serious apprehension. It may be true that general economic condi tions are somewhat responsible for the particularly noticeable impecu niosity of the profession at this time. Physicians rarely get their money un til every one else is paid, and when the grocer, butcher, florist and con fectioner have to wait, how can the doctor expect any consideration? But that for at least five years the average miedical income has been steadily decreasing is the disconcert ing fact. To settle on any one cause or group of causes is impossible. A little thought, however, will certainly suggest, aside from the increase of doctors and the growth of new “schools,” some modern features of medical practice as possible factors in a condition that is daily growing worse instead of better. Not the least prominent are lodge and club practice and the abuse of hospital charity. It is high time that the pro fession realized the growth of these evils and took active steps to avert the dangers that threaten. —Ameri- can Medicine. Koad Building in the South. In discussing editorially the con vict leasing system in Georgia in The Sun of August 3 you express your be lief that the best employment for prisoners is road making. It may in terest your readers to know that the authorities of Fulton County, in which Atlanta is situated, take the fiame view. For several years Fulton County has kept its prisoners at road making, and it now has 250 miles cf well built macadamized roads, which centre at Atlanta like the spokes of a wheel in the hub. General Clifford Anderson, a leading business man of Atlanta, who is officially connected with the great road building work of Fulton County, recently told me that this work had in every way proved the best for the prisoners as well as for the county. Most of these prison ers are negroes accustomed to out door life. Imprisonment Within brick walls tends to ruin their health, while the outdoor life of road build ing under official control and main tenance Is beneficial to them. The county owns its rock quarries, its stone crushing plants and its road making machinery, it therefore does not have to buy anything from out side. About 400 prisoners are kept at work and the cost of good roads is about $3500 a mile, which in cludes much heavy grading. It is proposed to continue this work by cross roads connecting the lines radiating from Atlanta until Fulton County shall have 500 miles of thoroughly good roads. Many of the leading people of the South, men who have given years of study to the subject, believe that every Southern State should put its convicts to work in building a great system of public highways. A number of counties in other States have been doing the same work which Fulton County is pressing with such vigor. Through out the South there is a great awak ening to the need of good roads, and millions are being expended in this work, but so great is the area of that section that road building is a more serious problem than in more dense ly settled sections. One reason advanced by some ad vocates of using convicts in road building is that this avoids any possi ble injury to labor by prison made goods. Moreover, the scarcity of la bor in the South in times of ordinary prosperity would make it very diffi cult to find men for road building without drawing them by higher wages from the farms - and industrial interests where they are so badly needed. So great is the interest throughout the South in road building, street im provements and municipal undertak ings that the work now under way and that which is being planned will represent an outlay of probably $100,000,000. In this work Mary land leads with a recent bond issue of $5,000,000 for the building of 800 to 1000 miles of main lines of roads through the State, while the city of Baltimore is spending and preparing to spend $25,000,000 or more on docks, sewers, street paving, etc. The whole South has caught the spirit of municipal improvements such as sew erage systems, water works, street paving and schools and other public buildings, while State and county au thorities are vigorously working for better roads. This is simply the nat ural result of increasing wealth, and it is the best indication of how rapid ly the South’s wealth is growing.— Richard H. Edmonds, Editor Manu facturers’ Record, in the New York Sun. . Must Keep Up Roads. m According to a recent ruling of the Postoffice Department farmers desir ing to continue to receive mail by ru ral delivery must see to it that the condition of their roads is maintained at a high standard to enable carriers to deliver mail with ease and facility. This ruling should succeed in awak ening the farmers in many sections to the necessity of keeping up their roads. Not only will it be a benefit to them in the more speedy delivery of their mail, but the hauling of crops is cheaper on a good road than on a poor one. The withdrawal of the ru ral mail delivery would work a hardship now that it has become sush a necessity in the daily life of a com munity, so it is likely the farmers who have this privilege will see to it that roads are kept up to the stand ard set by the Postoffice Department. —Farmers’ Home Journal. On the Ocean Bottom. Sitting inside a submarine on an ocean bottom you vrould be no more conscious of the enormous water pres sure without than if you were going to sleep in your own bed. You might remain twenty-four hours under water without coming up, using only the natural air supplied in the boat without feeling the least uncomforta ble. If you wished, you might remain down four or five days, tapping the air tank as you needed a fresh supply of air. In the meantime you w'ould bunk over the torpedoes and torture yourself by letting your imagination loose to your heart’s content, or you might read by electric light or play cards or dominoes or ♦checkers, the cook serving you with coffee and canned things that can be heated on an electric furnace without causing too much smoke and making the air disagreeable to St. Nich olas. mu „ &unhaij-&cf?tfoP INTERNATIONAL LESSON COM MENTS FOB SEPTEMBER 27. v Subject: Temperance, Is. 5:11-23 Golden Text, Prov. 20:1—Com mit Verses 22, 23 —Comments on the Lesson. TIME.—7GO B. C. and 1908 A. D. PLACE.—Jerusalem and all lands. EXPOSITION.—I. The Woe of Those Who Live Intemperately, 11- 17. God pronounces six woes upon His people because of their sins. The first woe is pronounced upon the greedy monopolist. Verse S gives a very graphic picture of a large class among us to-day who count them selves happy, but Jehovah pronounces woe upon them. More and more will this be true as time passes, even as it came to pass in Jerusalem. The sec ond woe is pronounced upon those who live for the gratification of ap petite. The description of the drunk ard in verse 11 exactly fits our own day. The rising sun sees the wretch ed victim of alcohol up searching for an open saloon; he hasn’t slept much and now wants a drink to steady his nerves. But he is not only up early but tarries late into night till wine inflames him. He is burning the candle at both ends and will soon burn it out. God pronounces woe upon every such an one. And the woe never fails to come. It Is a sig nificant fact that after speaking in general terms of the ruin of Judah (vs. 1-7) such frequent references are made to drunkenness. It is clear that the prophet Isaiah (as well as other prophets) considered Judah’s fall (and Israel’s) as due largely to intemperance (see also ch. 28:1, 7,8; Hos. 7:5, 6. The effect of wine is to “inflame them.” It inflames the stomach, the blood, the eyes, the brain, the vilest and fiercest passions of the soul and kindles the fires of. hell. The man that fools with wine is fooling wirti a fire that has caused the costliest conflagrations that the world has ever known. In verse 12 we have pictured the veneering of art and refinement with which drunkards seek to cover their beastliness. Music is constantly prostituted to become the servitor of beastliness. While these ancient sinners gave over to aesthetic and sensual indul% gence they forgot “the work of tbel Lord” (cf. Job 21:11-14; Am. 6:4-6). One of the most serious evils of the use of wine is men to forget God. A fearfuf all those who forget God (Job 34: 27; Ps. 28:5; 9:17). The conse quence of their intemperance and for getting God was that God’s people had “gone into captivity” (v. 13). The world to-day is full of people who have gone into the most degrad ing and painful captivity through the same two causes —intemperance and forgetfulness of God. The immediate cause of captivity was “lack of knowl edge.” Knowledge of the truth is lib erty, ignorance of the truth is bond age (Jno. 8:32; cf. Hos. 4:6; Rom. 1:28; 2 Thess. 1:8). The next result of Judah’s intemperance was that “Hell (or Sheol, the underworld) enlarged her desire, and opened her mouth without measure.” Hell yawns wide because of intemperance and the glory of the multitude and the pomp, and he that rejoices among us is de scending into it. All classes are brought down by this sin (v. 15). Not only the insignificant and con temptible, but the great and lofty are humbled. But in the midst of all this humbling “Jehovah of hosts is ex alted.” He is exalted by the judg ment He brings upon the offendeis (cf. Ez. 28:22; Rev. 15:3, 4). As He is “the Holy One” (R. V.), His Holi ness shall be manifested in the right eous judgment He brings upon offend ers. As the final result of Israel’s in temperance and forgetfulness of God all the splendid estates and palaces of Judah should become waste and the feeding place of wandering bands. This is now literally fulfilled and there is a real danger that all the present splendor of our own land shall some day become a feeding place of flocks and tramps from simi lar causes. 11. The Woe of Those Who Giro Themselves Over to Sin, 18-23. The third woe is pronounced upon those who are so thoroughly given over to sin that they tug away at it to see how much they can draw (v. 18). The use of wine leads to this devotion to sin. In their enthusiasm for sin they mock at God and His Word and say: “Let God hurry up with His judgments and let Him hasten His works that we may actually see it and not merely hear about it. Let the purposes of the Holy One of Israel of which we have heard so much ac tually come to pass” (v. 19; cf. Jer. 17:15; 2 Pet. 3:3, 4). Such mockery of God’s word and God’s judgments is common among drunkards. The fourth woe is upon those who “call evil good, and good evil, that put darkness for light and light for dark ness.” This displays a determination in sin that is wellnigh hopeless (Matt. 12:24, 31). This complete perversion of the moral judgment often results from the persistent use of liquor. The fifth warning is one greatly needed in our day (v. 21; cf. Prov. 26:12; Ro. 1:22). No man is more likely to be wise in his own eyes than the drink ing man. He laughs at all warnings against the dangers of strong drink. The final wee is pronounced upon those who pride themselves upon the amount of wine they can drink and the strong drink they can mix and “walk off with.” The inspired prophet says that this is not an accomplish ment to be proud of. Cubans Threaten Revolution. Havana, Cuba. —Conservative ora tors declared that the Liberals plan an armed revolution in case they are defeated at the polls. Famine Threatens China. Pekin, China. —A famine is threat ened in the region between the Yel low River and the Great Wall, as a result of the recent uncommon floods, which are destroying the ripe crops.