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A6 w to Attain Success. By W. Bourke Cockran. HAVE been some time in the world, and the result of my I experience Is that there is one way by which success may w be obtained with absolute certainty, and tliat is to develop I Or capaf'ty- In a 'l ®.v Hfe I have never known an instance ife I of undiscovered merit. There are too many seekers to al ■W J low ability to remain hid. If you possess ability and were ■ ■ placed in a diving bell and lowered to the bottom of the . sea, expeditions would be fitted out to discover you and bring you back. No matter what calling you embrace, if you have ability you will be In demand. If a lawyer, think how many persons there are in trouble who would be seeking your advice; if a physician, bow many there are who are ill who would want your services: if an architect, how many who desire better houses built. I have heard it said that a young man needs,a pull to get along. Pay no attention to that. If yon nave ability you will win. J& Ideas on Ideal Woman. By Professor Benjamin Andrews, Chancellor of the University of Nebraska. RI.THOrGH the ideal of man is agreed 0:1 and confirmed from time to time, in the ease of woman there are various ideals and with numerous intelligent adherents. These ideals are so different that not all of them can bo correct. I will mention three principal ones, from which there are, of course, many variations. First, there is the masculine ideal of woman—the notion > be as strong and as much like man as possible. Then there * Idea. She Is to be merely a pet, a plaything—simply an ad were. And thirdly, there is what I will call the substantive to be like a nun. The different ideals of woman vary mdefl iliarity, all the way from the first to the third. A woman's life is not any more than a mail's incomplete or a failure by virtue of the fact of celibacy. But the Ideal woman must be a woman, not masculine. She is a substantive member or unit in society, not a mere ad jective, like Dickens’ Doru: and the question is, how can these requirements be combined? For the ideal woman must be sweet and strong at once. The Science of Forestry. A Climatic Necessity. /SfSygVgx HE profession of forestry, unknown not very many years ago, flllllll ,s ra P idl - v assuming Importance in the eyes of the world. Jpl np jHJ It cannot too quickly become important in the minds of © Americans, for at tlio rate at which the lumbermen are de -1 I (§ spoiling our woodlands it will not be long before we shall f ' A ijjl have Hot only no forests, but no climate worth mentioning, t WrisW I* may make some difference with the practical ones to % \ aj&’jg/ explain that there is profit as well as principle in taking care y'j one's trees. The little kingdom of Saxony, which is about as large as the State of Connecticut, Is said to have the best regulated system of forestry in tlie world. ' The timbered land is supervised by graduates of a regular course of training in tliis science, who have boon taught chemistry, physics, miner alogy, zoology, mechanics, geology, mathematics, botany, surveying, for estry proper, and the provisions ot the game and fish laws. ‘ The forests are said to be worth $80,000,000, and by preserving them an annual revenue of nearly three and a quarter millions is derived. After the salaries of the foresters are paid and all other expenses met, the State gets two and a quarter millions out of tills revet ue. It is wealth on such a scale as this that reckless and unscrupulous Umber companies have been destroying for us. And we Americans call ourselves the most practical people on earth, and consider the German mind dreamy and unpractical. It looks' veiy much ns If the people of this land had been living undei the impression that tile Government had literally money to burn.—New York News. Education as a Reserve Power By Orison Swett Marden. of our great iron manufacturers, a man who is suecess- fully controlling the labor of thousands of men, recently said that the b,est thing lor a young man to do is to go to work, to W get into business as early as possible. He decried the idea of jf getting a college education and acquiring culture. Tills man ft "'ll probably become one of the richest men in the country, -J |—| | —and, twenty years lienee, when he shall have grown tired of 'I yi.’J’i.T’J. flceumnlating money, be will not know how to get any high enjoyment out of it. Hla Intellectual tastes must remain /crude and undeveloped. ' There are too many such men in America, ranging from millionaires to men with small fortunes. They are thus numerous because so many of our young men rush into business, in their eagerness to make money, with out having received an adequate education for mental training and growth late in life. It is well-nigh impossible for most of such inen to acquire habits of study after thirty. The intellect, at that age. has been formed to hold and associate certain kinds of images, ideas, and thoughts, and only by efforts that ninety-nine men in a hundred cannot make can such mental habits be formed. One of the hardest tasks is for a mature but illiterate mind to learn to love reading. Illiteracy, fixed by habit, holds the mind as a vise clamps iron. But the uneducated men most to be pitied are those who have reached middle life without success. Education is the one thing they need, and their chances of acquiring it have become even more uncertain than those of the men who have achieved partial or complete success in acquiring property and influence. They lack power and self-confidence, gifts that such minds can acquire only by early training and discipline. “Failed for lack of an education” would he a fit epitaph for many an unfortunate. Matrimony, Eminence and Longevity By Edgar Saltus. OROFESSOK THORNDIKE, of Columbia University, discusses in the current issue of a popular periodical two proposi tions of general interest. First, that men of eminence marry young: second, that_uiatrimouy is good for them. The prior proposition 1% uncontrovertible. Shining ex amples are superabundant. Last week, or the week be fore, the Sultan of Zanzibar was married. The Sulan is precisely seventeen. In Zanzibar he is certainly eminent, 'then u,trie is Mr. Reginald Vanderbilt. Mr. Vanderbilt is twenty-three. He is not married yet, but he is going to be. If we may believe everything we hear, and that is always such a. pleasure, he also is an eminent young man. Then, too, there Is the German Kaiser Concerning his eminence, U would tie Majestats-verbrecben to express a doubt. This gentleman marrieff at an age so tender that the next morning he was up before breakfast treating the guards to a drill. There Is, moreover, Mr. Sage. His eminence is equally unquestionable. Uqst when be married we are not quite certain, but we are sure that it oc curred in prehistoric times. in view of these examples Professor Thorndike's proposition may be ac cepted with ease. But its corollary is not so clear. Matrimony, particularly when the party of the second part happens to be of a tempestuous disposl sltkm, is highly chastening, and that too. whether you are eminent or not. 4s such it is beneficial to us aii. Yet concerning its further advantages, political economists manifest an occasional reserve. To this reserve Dr. Schwatz has latterly supplied an accent. Dr Sehwatz is a Berlinese scientist In a recent monograph he contended that matri mony is not merely beneficial, but conducive to longevity With an in genuity which we can only qualify as lovable, he produced in support of the contention a number of centenarians. He showed that each of them :ad married, and that all were widowers. Which latter fact, however, proves or seems to prove not so much perhaps that matrimony is conducive to longevity, but rather that he who sutvires matrimony can survive any thing.—New York American and Journal. ' i * ■ Now 1 am busy as ea\n And leisure time By darning holes in sf cc For just one little b> o >' Bv heaven's first law was kepi; The brass was polisl.bright. Each room was dusted will and swept; It was a pleasant eight. But now mud tracks are on the floor. And with them many a toy. And fingermarks upon the door Tell of one little boy. Once quiet reigned, or silvery sounds Of music filled the air. Now tramp of many feel resounds. And. clanging up the stair. March martial hands, with fife and drum. All flushed with pride and joy. Behold! at. "double quick’’ they conic, Led by one little boy. Time was 1 pondered Browning's verse And Walter I’ater read; Of Ibsen 1 could once converse, But now —a tired head Is cuddled close at “story time’’ When evening shadows fall. Andi am wise in nursery rhyme And fable, that is all. Once, when,!- tucked him into bed. He hugged me tight, and then: “What would you sell tne for?’’ he said; I kissed him once again And answered: "Not for diamonds, pearls, Nor gold without alloy. Nor all the wealth of all the worlds Would buy one little boy.” —May Ellis Nichols, in Good Housekeeping. H,w to l-asso, Frank Chamberlain, the “champion lassoer of America,” lias arrived at Chicago from the plains. He has given an exhlliit-ion of his skill with the la riat and described the art of throwing it in tile Chicago Inter-Ocean. "A mistaken impression prevails in the mind of tho public in regard to the manner in which a lasso is handled.” , THROWING A LARIAT. says this expert. “The idea that the loop is always swung around the head before making a cast, especially when the roper is on foot, is erroneous. No man of experience over makes a oast in this fashion from the ground, in practical work. There are several rea sons why ho does not. One of them is that the movement is likely to frighten the stock, especially horses: another that, he may have to wait some min utes before a favorable opportunity occurs for making a oast. Ho knows that bettor results are obtained by holding the rope as unobtrusively as possible, even keeping it concealed from the object of capture. "On the contrary, however, when mounted and in pursuit, it is.absolute ly necessary lo swing the loop over and around the head, for the cast must he made with the greatest pos sible force. In order to overcome not only the forward movement of the pursued, but also the action of the wind, should that chance he against you. "As to the manner of casting, some ‘ropers’ cast with a quick, jerky move ment of the hand, seeming to use the arm very little and tile body not at all. Others employ body, arm and hand. Both methods are effective when per fected by practice. “Branding on the unfeneed range is a task that never ends. There are constantly being discovered animals that have been missed at the regular round-up, and these, wherever found, are immediately roped, thrown and ‘burned.’ At every turn and In every phase of his work the cowboy has need of his rope. It is brought into play in catching fresh mounts for the men, for no horse is kept under saddle more than a few hours at a time. If, as not infrequently happens, a steer strays into a quicksand, or mires in a bog. the lasso is thrown about, his horns and he is speedily extricated. “When the mess wagon needs a lift up a bill or assistance iri crossing miry bottom land, the man with the rope is at hand to render aid. Wood must lie brought for the camp fire. The eow- Jioy attaches one end of his lariat to the log of his desire, securing it by any number of 'throws’ or ‘hitches.’ takes a snub on his saddlehorn, and the well-trained, willing pony does the rest.” „ li'oni it aiiTU u direct, 1 ground, in the year named Branca made another toy a, wheel was turned by a jet of steifin directed bkanca’s stkam engine. against paddles in its rim after the principle of a water wheel. This mode of using steam to turn wheels was somewhat lost sight of when the cy linder type of engine proved so suc cessful. but within the last few years it lms, again received attention from inventors under the name of "the tur bine principle.” It is found that a wheel fitted with hundreds of little paddles and Inclosed in a cylinder can lie driven at higher speed with less steam than any other form of engine. A British torpedo boat destroyer has been made to cover nearly thirty-three knots an hour un der its power, and the rapidly revolv ing turbine makes it possible to aim guns at this speed, for the thumping of the old cylinder engine is done away with. At a recent meeting of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers great attention was given to the turbine, according to the Scien tific American. Papers were read showing that turbines were success fully running machinery at high speed with less steam, coal and water, that they oecttpied less space, gave imme power, cost less, weighed less and needed fewer repairs than any other steam engine known, and that they promise to dcv.elop into the ideal en gine—or, as engineers call it, “the thermodynamic machine that is ap proximated in a motor in which adia batic expansion is secured aml friction and heat waste made sources of com paratively small loss.” Trick With a Pair of Scissors. If Alexander the Great, were asked to free this pair of scissors tied to the back of a chair without untying the cords, lie would perhaps draw his sword and cut Ihe cords with one blow. We will show him.how (lie trick can he done without force, as follows: & Take hold of the cord at A. pull it through the handle B, and carry it over the points of the scissors, follow ing the dotted lines. This will free the scissors without breaking the cord. —New York Tribune. Women’s Troubles. Women have twice as many troubles as men, for they have twice as many clothes.—New York News. ... . Bjff BB i I"!' ' ’ S' tin- i >1 tired :;n,l impomnle^H Hffewater aquarium in Florida. w With no little difficulty, says Mrt Holder, we caught the nurse, towed it to thje aquarium, which was an in closed moat half a mile long, fifty feet wide and from six to eight feet deep. It required a dozen or more men to haul the fish which was eleven feet in length, over the little tide gate, .lust before it. was released a rope bridlq was passed over it—a loop fhat.fitted over the head and was tightened just behind the fins, so that it remained in place, a perfect saddle girth. To this a rope about ten feet long was attached, and in turn made last to a float. All this was prepared in advance, am? it did not require much time to attach it, though the plunges of the shark knocked several men from their feet. Finally all was ready, and the shark was rolled over into the mbat, where if went dashing away, the telltale float following at the surface. For some time we had been building a boat which was to be the carriage of this stood. The masons had given to us the frame of a great brick arch upon upon which they were working. This resembled a scow with square ends. It was a perfect skid', except that the planks were an inch apart, but we filled these crevices and calked it with oakum. The day before the shark was caught the boat was launched and tested, and it was found that it would hold three boys, two on a lower scat and one on the box seat of the coach. The "shark ride" was looked forward to with the greatest interest. Finally the day arrived, and very early, while the great tropical sun was creeping up through the vermilion clouds, we made our way around the wall and to our marine carriage. Being the originator of the scheme, the privilege of the box seat was awarded to me. Literally, this seat was a box— a discarded cracker box. My two com panions sat upon a hoard in the stern to balance the skill'. We were soon in place, and, sitting on the box, I care fully paddled the little craft out from the tide gate and began the search for ottr steed. I paddled down one side of the great wall, keeping perfectly quiet as every quick movement threat ened ns with a capsize. Presently we saw the float lying mo tionless on Ihe water near the wall. Tlfo shark was undoubtedly asleep, little suspecting the rude awakening that was in store for him. I now handed the paddles to one of the boys behind me and took In hand our paint er, the rope fastened to the boat, and it. was now my business to secure this to the float and lo arouse the shark. One of my companions paddled gen tly and the flat-bottomed boat slowly drifted on. Leaning forward I (licked up the float and quickly ran the pointer through a hole that had been left in the float for the purpose, and fastened it with a bowline knot. When this was done I hauled in the slack and gently pulled the rein, while one of the hoys “clucked” at the shark, and the other said “Gedap!” No response. Then I gave another jerk at the line, and the shark woke up. I have often read of boys who awake at sunrise and hound out of bed with a single leap, and have always thought that such sudden awakening could be true only in books. Blit that was ex actly bow this shark woke. It fairly leaped out of a sound sleep and jerked the skiff ahead so violently that the box seat upset and I fell backward upon my companions. This upset was certainly not a dig'nified beginning, and 1 heard a roar of langMer from some fun-loving lookersou. The shark, now feeling the rope, dashed along at a rapid pace, making it extremely difficult for us to retain our places, but my companions aided me. Carefully raising me they righted the box. I secured the painter and held the single rein in triumph. It was a signal success. We had har nessed the shark, and were moving at a.rafcc that was wildly exciting. The speed was so great that the boat was pulled almost bow under, and a wave of foam preceded us. The boys hold on tightly, but occasionally raised one hand and cheered when a head ap peared at a porthole of the fort. A Boy Hero. At Sellwood, near Portland, Ore., ♦here was recently unveiled a monu ment to Arthur Yenville, a lad who lies in an unknown grave in the Phil ippine Islands. Yenville was born in England, hut was brought to this country at the age of ten months. When he was only seven years old his father died, charging the child with his last breath, almost, “to take care of the mother and sisters.” The little fellow promised. He was a quiet boy, of studious hab its. He liked to go to school, and lie wanted to go to college, but he had to take a place in a shop to help support the family. In 1897 his health be- S'an to fall ad lie enlisted as an ap prentice in the navy, still giving his people wages. The other fellows called him a “girl sailor,” he told ir*. mother when he came home on a fur lough a year later. Venville was on the gunboat York toWn in 1899. She went to the Philip pines, and in April was sent to Baler 'Bay to rescue some Spanish prisoners. The young apprentice was one of the party of seventeen which under com mand of Lieutenant Gillmore was sent ashore to reconnoitre. As the crowded launch approached the silent shore there suddenly hurst 1 irenfi< bullet went through the flesh of his neck. “ 'Mr. Gillmore, I'm hit.’ he said. But he continued working at the rifle. “A second shot plowed through the boy’s breast and came out in his arm pit. “ ‘l’m hit again. Mr. Gillmore.’ "He was still trying to pull out the jammed clip when a ball cut a furrow in the left, side of his head. " ‘Mr. Gillmore,they’ve hit me again!’ "He wiped tlie blood from his brown eyes with his coat sleeve and then re turned to his task as calmly as if It w'ere only a mosquito that had stung Him. It was not three minutes until a ball crashed into his ankle, inflicting a painful hurt. There was just a slight quiver in the lad’s voice as he looked up to me and said: " ‘Mr. Gillmore. I’m hit once more, but I've fixed the gun, sir.’ " One wishes this true talc might have ended, as stories do. with the hero's recovery and return, but when flic other survivors of Lieutenant Gill more's party were taken into the inter rior, Venville, being unable to travel, was left behind, and some time later he was killed by the order of an insur gent general. Yet his eighteen years, few though they were, had been spent to some purpose. The monument stands a fair and stately symbol of the boy's life. The One Time He Felt Fear. “Fear is an awful thing,” said n young man who figured in several of the Philippine raids, “and while l have been frightened on many occasions, I really never had a genuine feeling of fear hut once, and that was while I was in the war with the fellows in the Philippines. I never knew what font was before that expedience. At the time of my first and last experience of fear we were about fifteen miles from Ma nila. During the day wo had a rather rough tilt with the natives. The men were worn out. They had been heat ing down bushes, wading through marshes, cutting and shooting and slashing from sunrise to sunset, and these experiences left the men in a bad ly worn condition. Their minds were feverish. I know that my mind was feverish, and under more happy cir cumstances 1 would have felt some un easiness. It fell my lot to stand guard as an outpost, and I was fifty or a hun dred yards from any other soldier, up to my neck in the hushes, engulfed in the fog of Philippine marshes on one of the blackest nights I ever saw. It had been raining and the leaves and undergrowth were watersoaked. On nearly a direct line with me were a number of comrades on outpost duty, but they could not he reached by my voice. Behind me were the squads, platoons and then the companies of the regiment, spaced according to the reg ulations. and in front of me, driven back into the thick undergrowth into places of concealment, were the fel lows we had fought all during the day. They knew the country. 1 did not. They knew exactly where to find me. I knew they were hiding somewhere near my post. I never had such a mis erable feeling in all lily life. It was dark, thickly, heavily dark. I could see nothing. I could only tell the earth was beneath me by feeling with my feet, and sometimes when I would hear a popping sound as if made by tike fall of a foot, or a crack as if some brittle piece of undergrowth had snapped under the enemy’s tread, or the swish of a hnsli as if brushed aside by some fellow who was slipping upon me—when I hoard these tilings I would almost fall to the ground In a lit of wild delirium. I could not shoot, for if I did 5000 men would lie immediately called to my rescue. So there I stood, right, in the home of the enemy, dread ing and fearing until the very blood in my arteries seemed to stop. And the awful sounds! The popping, the crack ing, the swishing, the breaking of brit tle twigs and the swash as a Filipino’s foot sunk in the soggy leaves' These things nearly drove me mad. I know now that I never heard all these sounds. It was partly the work of a feverish brain, partly the work of fear. What sound I heard were caused by water falling from tile leaves of trees, and by hushes swinging back to their normal places when relieved of the heavy water covering. New Orleans Times-Democrat. AVulkeil With n Tlrtp**. It is related of Sir Edward Bradford. I lie Chief of Police Commissioner of London, that he once walked arm in arm, so to speak, with a tigress. He was out shooting, and always a fear less sportsman, had come to close quar ters with his quarry. He fired, and either the hall failed to take effect or but slightly wounded the animal. She sprang at him and seized his left arm 'above the elbow. The pain must have been terrible, but Sir Edward kept cool, and realizing that it would be death to drag his mangled arm away and allow her to spring afresh at him, he delib erately walked a few agonizing paces until his comrade was able to take aim and kill the brute. Thus his courage saved his life, though the amputation of his arm at the shoulder proved necessary. Fifty per cent, of the felt boots mar keted in the United States and Canada are made in Grand Rapids, Mich.