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SUNDAY MORNINC. A KIDNAPED POODLE H*“" l ERE is a story of an unsuc cessful ruse in love, and a MM kidnaped poodle. Blllinger rlH'My and Batterson were rivals for the good graces of Miss May hew, and Miss Mayhew was dotingly fond of her pug, Chicot. It was after a visit to bis adored one that Blllinger was struck with a great idea. As he turned into the avenue he met a butcher's boy whom he remem bered as having, on rare occasions, by reason of a reputation for unim peachable integrity, been intrusted with the precious Chicot on rainy days when, despite the weather, it was deemed desirable that, the anima! should be exercised, Billlnger stopped the hastening youth and addressed him something in this wise: “Young man, are you ambitious?'' The boy grinned amiably, for he knew Blllinger, and responded succinctly: “Sure thing.” “ 'Tis well," quoth Blllinger. “Have you any objection to laying forthwith the foundations of the princely fortune that will cne day be yours?" The boy grinned again and guessed not, where upon Blllinger, with many admonitions to secrecy, unfolded his plot. The details of the conspiracy are not important. Suffice uto say that one rainy morning about, ten days later the hoy appeared at Billlnger’s office in John street with a much-bedraggled and altogether rebellious Chicot, whom an office boy was straightway deputed to tie to the safe in BUlinger’o sanc tum. “Well done, good and faithful serv ant," said Blllinger solemnly to the butcher’s boy. “Behold, now, how vir tue is rewarded.” And he gave his fellow conspirator more money than he hail ever seen at any one time in his life. Then he glanced triumphantly at the captive Chicot and went out to luncheon in high spirits. "What I will no to that pestiferous pup." said ho to himself, "will be what the etiquette hooks describe as a general sufll clency." Alas for BllUnger. While he was treating himself handsomely at a neighboring cafe, who should drop in at his oftlco hut the hated Batterson, whose partner had a law case in Blllinger’s hands. The first object that met his aston ished gaze was the form of the mud bespattered Chicot. Now it happened that Batterson had received by tele phone the awful news of Chicot’s tak ing off. "Funny thing," he thought. “Billinger must have found the pup.” But then he remembered that Miss Mayhew had said that she had asked Billinger to advertise for him. He remembered this the more distinctly because he hau offered his own ser vices to that end, and had been any thing but pleased to find that he had been anticipated. A great light began to illumine the obscurity of Batterson's mind. He passed into the hall, carefully clos ing the i.oor behind him, and re-en tered Billinger's private office by the other door. Batterson untied the ropo that fastened the dog to the safe, leaving the other end still tied to that substantial piece of furniture. Then, taking the joyous Chicot in his arms, he stole silently out into the hall, closing the door behind him. and walked down eight flights of stairs. Peering cautiously out Into the street, he rejoiced to see no Billinger, and, hearing his armful of muddy dog. fled precipitately toward Broad street. When Billinger returned from luneheou his first thought was for Chicot. In vain he searched the of fice. Chicot was not to be found. He summoned the head clerk. Nobody had entered his sanctum, declared that functionary, but Mr. Batterson. "Batterson!" cried the unhappy Bil linger, and collapsed into a chair. “Did he take the dog away?” Certain ly not, the clerk replied. Mr. Batter son went out as he had entered, and he was perfectly certain that he bad no dog concealed about his person. , Billinger dismissed the clerk and cursed his luck for five minutes with out repeating himself. Then, in de3 Iteration, he closed his desk and sent for a cab. The suspense was unen durable. He had made up his mind to know the worst at once. The man who answered his ring would see if Miss Mayhew was at home and ushered him into a well remembered drawing room. As soon as his eyes became accustomed to the dim half light he was aware of a figure in the chair by the window. The next instant ho recognized it. It was LORD B£J^TTTCP-TNQtan Batterson. In his lap lay a forlorn black heap whose name was Chicot. Blllinger was speecnless. He rose and took one step toward the door. Flight was his purpose. Nothing else was left him now. Too late! At that very instant Miss Mayhew entered the room. A handkerchief was pressed to her eyes, and if there had been suffi cient light it could have been seen that they were red. Blllinger stood miserably aside. Batterson advanced proudly to the middle of the room, but before he could speak the poodle leaped from his arms and rushed with joyous yelp3 upon his mistress. Batterson was clothed In a proud humility, and as he opened his mouth to speak Billlnger shuddered In his dim corner by the door. “I-er-er,” stuttered Batterson. “I-er-I was so fortunate us to find Chicot, you see.” “Yes, yes," cried the joyful mistress of th£ dog, “thank heaven. I was afraid I should never see him again. But where—how, oh, toll me! I beg you.” Billlnger waited as waits the convicted criminal to hear his sentence. Batterson cleared his throat. “Er —not far from my office —in John street,” he said, "as I was going to luncheon.” Billinger seized a chair to keep from falling. He could hardly realize that he was to he spared. "The poor, poor doggie!” cried the lady. And to think he had walked all the way down there. 1 can’t think how he failed to be killed by a trolley car or a truck or something. It Is simply marvelous. How can I evei thank you enough?" And she pressed a kiss upon Chicot’s black, wet muz zle. "You have no idea how all this lias upset me.” went on Miss Mayhew, "especially coming at a time when I was so happy—when I so wanted ev erything to be serene and joyous.” Billinger’s reprieve was too recent for speech, but Batterson managed to say : "Eh? How do you mean? 1 don't un derstand." "Of course you don’t,” said Miss Mayhew. “How should you? But when that wretched boy came to tell me he had lost dear Chicot I was just writing to you and Mr. Billinger to tell you of my engagement to Lord Bletlierlngton." • * * Billinger and Batterson went dole fully down the brownstone steps arm in arm. The war was over. "I say, old fellow,” said Billinger, mournfully, "i know a place around the corner where there's a chap who makes the best mint julep in New York.” "Eh? What?” said Batterson. ab sently. "Oh, I don't mind if I do.” As they sadly turned the corner they met an automobile careering madly up the avenue. A pair of feet reposed upon the dashboard. Behind the feet appeared a mouth between whose Tips was held a long, fat, black cigar. The face was the face of the butcher's boy. lie was having the lime of his life. Immensity of the Ocean. If ail the land on the globe above sea level were shoveled into the North Atlantic it would only reduce its depth from an average of two miles to one > mile. THE BRUNSWICK DAIUY NEWS. TO A FRIEND ON SAILING. Dear friend, thy way Ilea on the deep. From distant shore to shore, tnd may the raging tempest sleep, And light winds speed thee o’er, tfor to a heart as fond as thine come no thought of fear. But only rapture, full and line, Albcil a tear! bncl If. the while thy Rood ship heaves O’er miles of trackless main. Thy faithful heart, though fearless,grieves Kor home and friends again; Let not the thought bring back thy life. The work that long was thine. £*\>r it was. In the midst of strife, A sacrllice benign. Labor Laws of Two Countries While Judge Jackson of the United ! States district court in Parkersburg, W. Va., has sentenced a number of or ganizers to jail terms of ninety and sixty days ;or making inflammatory speeches inciting men to strike, the British courts are wrestling with the problem of forcing tile labor unions to pay employers damages caused through strikes. Several large mine : owners in England ar collectively ! Hie Miners’ Federation for caus | ing the cessation of work at a number | of collieries for 'our days recently. There was no picketing or violence of j any kind in connection with tills ces sation of work, the men saving taken four extra holidays on the orders of ■ the officers of the federation. The mine owners believe they suffered heavy financial loss as a result, and they now ask, through the courts, that j they be compensated from the treas ury of the federation. That the funds of the federation belong In common to all the members seems to make no difference, as the officers are held re sponsible. In another case in England the courts have held that although the unions are liable for the actions of their officers they must not furnish the funds to defend the same officers when they are brought to trial in the courts. The question arises, are all these court rulings paving the way for compulsory arbitration, whatlir the unions favor it or not. In any case, it must be admitted that the decisions The Infa.my of Child L^bor Every day wo are called upon to re joice over the “new industrial south.” Thirty-five years ago the capital in vested In textile manufacturing in the south amounted probably to less than $3,000,000. Now it has reached about $175,000,000. In the midst, however, of all the clashing of cymbols before the altar of mammon there arises the cry ot the little children, what Carlyle would call “a thin flute voice of infi nite wail." Irene Ashby McFadyen has spoken on the subject with per haps a woman's tenderness. Mr. E. J. I.ister is under no such disadvantage. Being a man he may be expected to keep bis sensibilities under control. Further, -the Dry Goods Economist is not exactly a reformers' war cry. Let the northern public, therefore, reflect upon the nature of conditions which make it necessary for Mr. Lis ter to say that the children employed in certain cotton mills m the south present a system of "slavery infinitely more cruel and debasing than the worst that ever existed In the darkest days prior to the dawn of negro eman cipation.” "Pinched, haggard laces" and "prison pallor ’ are heavy prices to pay for dividends, exports, a leisure class, and the development of culture'. Georgia, South Carolina and Alabama As to Compulsory Arbitration Compulsory arbitration is impos sible. To begin with tt)e term is a misnomer, and to end with, compul sion would mean the taking away of the personal rights guaranteed by the constitution. Without referring to the delivery of the goods guaranteed by the constitution, which is a question that has thus far not beeu the most satisfactory, it is not out of place to consider a matter that labor organ isations must meet as it presents it self, or discontinue their system of collective bargaining. The labor agreement must be ob served both on the part of the em ployer and employe, and once made. Eight-Hour Day Question On many questions still in dispute we need more light. Among others the eight-hour day will attract increasing attention. Is a shorter day desirable, all things considered? Is it feasible to adopt the eight-hour uay? Or will its disadvantages be so great as to make it more of a detriment than a blessing to society? Now is the time to have this question thoroughly discussed. Shall men be permitted and encour aged to turn out all the work that they can while on ditty, or snalt the least efficient or the average worker set the pace for all? Shall business be regarded as a spe cies of war in which the stronger shall People Eating Less Meat Michael Donnelly, president of the Amalgamated Meat Cutters and Butch er Workmen of America, had this to say recently in an interview on the moat trust, so-called: "There are over 1.000 less people on Swift's payroll in Chicago than there were six weeks ago. Armour is working his men in some departments only a part of four days per week. The cause is largely a lack of consumption of meat on the Grieve not thine absence grief shall wake In those who hold thee dear. For to the deeds done for love’s sake Thy spirit stll is near; Ard as the good, where’er it may. Draws truth to Its embrace. S-* worthy friends, though far away. Shall look upon thy face. Go, then, an one whom heaven has sent To rest and pleasure there; Mu v kindness like thy own be lent Thy coming everywhere; And friends who stay shall feel the bliss Tin* parting must foretell, And know what pleasure ’tis to miss A friend who loveth well. arc furnishing the socialists with first class campaign material. The recent decision of Judge Jackson seem3 to have gone a little further than most decisions recorded, and that is saying a good deal. He even went out of his way to tell what he thought of organ izers and their walking delegates, who he said were "vampires” sucking the life blood of the workingmen o' the country. This is one better than John W. Gates, who only accuses them of living off the ignorance of their fel lows. Wnile the follower of the doctrine of organization on straight trade un ion lines claims that thorough organi- the only panacea fbr the ills which confronts the workers, the decision of the British courts is likely to have him modify his ideas some what. The workmen may be thor oughly organized so that, picketing is unnecessary, but what good will it do if the funds of the union can be seized to compensate employers for the ces sation of work through a strike. This is worse than compulsory arbitration, as through that means the workman has at least a little chance. The other way if he leaves his employment the money he has contributed to pay sick or death benefits to protect him in bis old .age is seized to enrich his employer. It is said that coeducation trans forms colleges into match factories. are the three states in which cotton mill child labor has acquired its most revolting aspects. In none of these states is there a compulsory education law". In none is there any educational requirement laid on the child who is about to enter the factory. In Ala bama only is there an age limit below which employment is illegal. And what a law that Alabama law is! Children must not work .n the mines till they are 10 years old! Such is the protection the rising generation of Alabama whites receive at the hands of the state government. To talk about the children’s not being obliged to be in the mills is to assume an equality of opportunity which does not exist. The real responsibility lies on the northern capitalist and the south ern legislator, it is a responsibility under which neither of the two will long remain comfortable. The public has learned too much about the real situation. Black slavery has vanished from the south, it never bore hard upon the children. The white slavery in the south exists for children alone. There is need of anew emancipation proc lamation for the benefit of the chil dren in the cotton mills. —Chicago Tribune. i must be regarded as binding for the | period of its stated operation. There ■ is a compulsory feature in such an agreement that is along the same linos as is suggested in compulsory arbitration, although the former is a voluntary compact arranged by rep resentatives of the men. yet it binds them hard and fast and is a viola tion of their constitutional rights as j understood in the fourteenth amend ' meat -l). 1.. Cease, Editor Railroad Trainmen's Journal. Cleveland. - - If it were not for the bar and buffet j some men would never have a drop of I good in them. I be allowed to crush the weaker and reap the spoils, or shall business be regarded as anew kind of partnership between business undertakers and workmen, in which each shall earn in proportion to w'aat. he contributes? in whic.i the workman shall take as per sonal a pride and have as strong an interest in the business as the one who takes the risks, furnishes the or i ganizing brains and the capital?—Wil i liam A. Sehapes, assistant professor of | political science. University of Minne ; sota. A good many prize-fighters seem to I be interested in paper mills. part of the general public. The heav iest consumers, the wage-earning classes, have found it difficult to pay the present high prices. I look for a drop in the prices in about a month, when I think business in packing houses will resume normal propor tions.” Be sure you're right, then be sure you're sure. IN BEAUTIFUL PARIS IS between 4 and C o’clock J I of a June afternoon in the —<l height of the Paris season. 3eJ The great length of the Aliee des Acacias of the Bois de Boulogne—in all Paris the one promenade forbidden to the jar ring and ill-smelling automobile— ’ there files in a dust of gold, inter minably, leisurely, in four great rows, These grandes dames are not known by face to Parisians. the equippage3 of the Paris that one dreams of. If it were only for the one fact that no automobiles are permitted on this splendid promenade through the great woods, the Alley of Acacias, or the Avenue of I.ongchamps, to use it3 of ‘‘THE ALIBI” WAS WITH ANOTHER PARTY. fielal name, would have a dreamy, old world air. For fifteen minutes yesterday after noon on a terrace in the far end of this sylvan promenade I “at in com pany with a group of the latter, sons of family, young and mil m e-aged do- | nothings on a moderate allowance. Their sole and absorbing aim in life is being well dressed, to dine nightly in the smartest of smart restaurants and pass the next day telling all about it. Iu particular who dined there, at what tables, and who sat at which are the great topics. “De Dion and the Comte de la V were in the corner with the Comtesse and the two G girls from London.” "Why is young V— advertising himself with Otero? She had that blonde girl with her ags last night. The three sat at the window, close to Liane and ‘The Alibi.’ I wonder what it means?” “No, you are mistaken for once, my dear fellow. Liane came with old X and dined alone with him. ‘The Alibi’ was with another party, Eng lish or Americans, and she was with Liane live minutes, begging for per mission to present them," So they correct and complete each other, piling up a mass of gossip whose one merit is that it is not quite second hand and whose one fault Is that it is not quite first hand. They do not know a tithe of the highly ad vertised folk whom they follow with such interest. Summer mornings in these high class solitudes is almost perfect. On each side of the great avenue of the Acacias extend dark-shaded alleys. In these days when bicycling bas become the inheritance of the unlovely and when the great arteries of the Bois are redolent of gasoline, you might pass through the great and find it common; but it still, not only nooks, but whole long Keyed up to the point of whooping. stretches that are mild, serene and 1 calm in the dewy morning, where smartly dressed groups stroll in peace i beside their equipages, where fashion able young folks sit chatting while their riding horses, tandems and dog carts await them just around the cor ner. If, on the other hand, you wish to see the celebrated women of the capi SEPTEMBER 28 tal, you will do your best to seat your self on one of the iron chairs of the Acacias from 4 to 6 o’clock of the afternoon. The morning groups be neath the trees are those of high so ciety. These grandes dames and their daughters do not have their photo graphs in the shop windows, as the custom is in London; the are not known by face to the mass of Parisians. The afternoon parade in carriages i3 very much a dress parade of fem inine celebrities, a very different cate gory. In the dust of gold and falling locust blossoms the equipages of this half-high world parade slowly with a gracious dignity through the fair length of the acacias. It is the half world—the demi monde—so wilfully and so persistently misunderstood by Anglo-Saxons. In truth, i; comprises all that ts great and interesting of the femininity of Paris apart from the monde of high society. • There rides In her landau Brandes, stirnamed "Beaute Troublante," a great actress of the Theatre Francais. Behind her you wil! see Margaret Du rand, directrice of The Fronde daily newspaper. Here comes Jeanne Grader of the Varieties, the wittiest woman In her conversation, just as is “Gyp,” who has passed her, with her pen. There goes “Marni," another femme de let tres, and Sevorine, another journalist. Madame de Thebes, strong-faced and massive, sits like an old Roman in his chariot. And who else? Emillenne d’Alen son, both plump and statuesque, whe began life as a milliner’s apprentice, came near making herself the next Duchosse d'Uzes, and is now a robust and joyous professional beauty; Cleo de Merode, hiding her ears with glos sy tresses; Liane de Pougy, known for her beauty, her toilettes, her suicides and her extraordinary novel, written by another person; Hejane, the most Parisienne of all actresses; Anna Held; Angele Heraud, Otero, called the beautiful; Polaire, who has the smallest waist in Paris; and a hundred others, ai! supremely elegant, the pride and joy of great dressmakers, pillars of Pa risian restaurants, ail living up to Bicycling has become the inheritance of the unlovely. their full income, always at the front, women impossible outside of Paris. To the frequenters of the Avenue of the Acacias it is a great diversion to point ou{ these charming creatures and retail the latest gossip of them. To be able to lift one's hat every min ute and receive a smiling nod in recognition is the height of chic. Indeed, one hears strange stories, laughable, incredible, of what men will do to receive such nods and smiles. Thus, one Parisian subscribed to a box at the X theater that he might come to know its lovely star. He knows her now and what it profits him is this —he has a right to lift hat to her. Another has been "lending" money for six months to an oid swell in re turn for a dozen off-hand presenta tions. all made at restaurants and good for the purpose of the Bois only. Pair of Jacks Won $5,000. A poker game was played in the Butte Hotel at Butte, Mont., within the past week in which four promin ent business men were engaged. The ante was $25 and a jackpot was opened with four in. Brown opened for SIOO with a pair of jacks. Two players dropped out, but Jono.s remained and played back for S2OO. Brown raised it to S7OO before the draw and then called for three card3. 1 Jones drew one. Brown passed, and Jones, who had about $5,000 in front of him. lapped his opponent for all he had. amounting to $924. Brown wa3 satisfied that Jones was bluffing and called him. and pulled down $3,948 on his pair of jacks. Jones had drawn to a bobtail flush and missed it.