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THE ROSE JAh.
I remember in my childhood. in a quaint, old-
fashioued room,
A rose-jar, flushed with crimson, like the
colors of the dawn;
It stood upon a little shelf, filled to odorous
brim.
With roses that had blossomed in the sum-
mers past and gone.
Oh. what a charm swept o'er me, when some-
times sitting there.
I held the jar in careful hands, and breathed
its fragrant scent;
I heard the bees go humming. and I felt the
breezes blow,
I saw the river flowing where the drooping
willow bent.
Sweet friend, you say the” roses that bloomed
». for you are dead. ‘
3 You only have the withered leaves to hold
within your heart;
The summer’s warmth has gone, and the golden
sunshine fled.
And the snOWS of cruel winter, their blasting
chill impart.
I only know that now' and then, your heart has
stood ajar,
And thoughts like perfume sweet and rare
across your soul have swept;
Dear thoughts, like summer ‘ blossoms. swift
thoughts, like eager birds.
Shy thoughts. like blue-eyed violets, where
summer showers have wept. _
Then keep the withered rose-leaves, preserve
them in your heart, ‘
Their perfume blesses other lives with
thoughts of summer hours: -
And friend, dear friend, though winter snow
lies white andchill to-day, _,
Yet, after winter comes the May, and spring-
time brings the flowers.
-—Gussie P. Dubois, in Chicago Interior.
CAUGHT BY A CLAM.
BY CHARLES STUART PRATT.
, “One does not usually regard the
clam as a dangerous animal,” re-
marked my friend, Jack Ballantine, as
he shook a silver pepper-box over a.
plate of the delectable Little Neck
bivalves, “yet the narrowest escape of
my life was from a clam.” '
Jack Ballantine was an old school-
mate. I remembered him as the ad-
venturous spirit among the boys, but
had not seen him since we graduated,
from the Latin high school, a dozen
years before, till that very day.
Coming down town to business in the
morning, I had met him face to face by
the frog pond, and we had engaged to
dine together and bring our life-stories
up to date. >
“Not being a dyspeptic, or otherwise
impaired in your body,” said I, smiling
across to his sturdy bronzed face, “your
terrible clam could hardly have been of
the Little Neck sort.”
“Hardly,” replied Ballantine, with a
laugh. “The clam that captured me
would have made a meal for a regular
fairy-tale giant. It weighed probably
twenty pounds, and its tremendous
shells four or five hundred pounds
more.” I
“You must mean the giant clam of
East Indian waters?” observed I, in«
quiringly. “I believe the single shells
of that great bivalve are sometimes
used for holy-water fonts in Catholic
churches.”
“Yes, and in the islands of Oceana for
babies’ bathtubs,” said Ballantine.
“The particular tridacna gigas in ques-
tion, however, with which I had a brief
but fearful acquaintance, was alive,
and a. dozen fathoms deep in tropic
waters—in the Torres strait, between
Queensland and New Guinea.”
So, while we waited the next éourse,
Ballantine began the story of his ex-
traordinary adventure.
“I believe you went to your uncle in
London, after our Latin school ac-
quaintance,” remarked I. _ “You wrote
me on arriving there, but not after-
ward.” ‘
“Yes. Uncle Ballantine had mining
and pea‘rling interests in Queensland,
and I went out almost immediately aft-
-er reaching London. I was located at
Cooktown, on the northeast coast.”
“The region and the life were full of
interest to me, and I soon became fam-
iliar with mining on land and pearling
at sea. We had quite a fleet of luggers
——vessels of five to twenty tons, two
short masts, and mannedwith crews of
half a dozen natireéi, "Kanakas, J aps,
Chinese, onMaléys, maybe.
“One ef‘bu'r captains was an old Nan-
tucket whaler, and I now and then
, went out to the fishing grounds with
him.
“On one of these pearling trips we
'went up the coast, around Cape York,
into Torres strait. It was there I had
my narrow escape from a clam.
“Almost at the start we struck rich
bottom, and our diver was bringing up
three or four hundred pairs of shells a
day—worth about that number of dol—p
lars. By the end of the month we had
a cargo of eight or ten tons.
the mother-of-pearl lining of the shells
is the bread and butter of the business.
The round pearls of the jeweler are the
cake (or perhaps I should say the pie,
being in New England.)
“ I always did have an irresistible
desire to get at the inside of things, and
‘see the wheels go round,’ and I had
long wanted, for once at least, to touch
deep-sea bottom, and behold the mar-
vels of which I had heard.
“The captin tried to dissuade me.
He had been a diver himself, and knew
from personal encounter the dangers of
the descent. But as usual, I had my
own way, though it was nigh to being
for the last time.‘
“At last the face glass was set in
place, and I stepped over the side of
the lugger. I slipped off the wet lower
round and sank, sank, down, down,
down, into the depths of waters.
“That sudden delirious descent was
measured by seconds, yet I lived’ an
age of vision and sensation, as a drown-
ing man does—all the nightmare im-
aginings the captain’s -black tales and
warnings had projected into my
dreams of the night before seemed
about to be realized in double terror—
then, in a flash, all mental distress
was blotted out by overpowering
physical sensations, suffocating press-
ure, to whichPoe’s inquisition chamber
were paradise. . . -
“I struggled spasmodically, I be-
lieve I shrieked. ' Then with a clash
the agony eeased, and my lead-
weighted feet pressed the airfwithin
my armor, ' and Went bounding over
the see bottom like an India rubber
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“In the midst of . this exhilarating
spurt I pulled up suddenly. '
“As if it had instantly materialized
from the sea water, I was face to face
witha gigantic shark. I quickly re-
membered, however, that while naked
native divers are-occasionally devoured
by these demons of 'the deep, they
never attack the armored diver.
“Indeed! I fancy now that the shark
was quite as startled as the diver, for
after a second he wheeled and glided
off to one side.
“As I started on once more I was
stopped a second time, not by an ob-
stacle before, but by a sharp pull on
the air pipe behind my helmet, which
jerked me over sprawling on my back.
“My first thought was that the shark
had attacked me in the rear. but on
scrambling to my feet and facing about
I saw that the air-pipe, which, in my
first sudden stop, had probably slack-
ened till it lay on the bottom, was ap-
parently caught against some protrud-
ing object.
“I hastened back to release it, when,
to my surprise, I found it held fast be-
tween the shells of a giant clam.
“I gave the stout wire-lined tubing a
twitch, then a strong pull, bracing my
feet against the great bivalve. Then
I clutched the rims of the shell and
strove to separat e them.
But the vise-like jaws were relent-
less. As easily I might have rended
a granite ledge at some scam in its
center.
“Then I turned to the life-line to sig-
nal the tender in the boat. As I did so
I saw that it, too, had become slack,
and was tangled in a branching coral.'.
Idashed forward to disengage it, but
before I reached it I was again twitched
backward by the air-pipe. .
“Then, for the first time, I realized
the full significance of ‘the situation.
My air supply was stopped, communi-
cation with the upper world cut off,
and I, Jack Ballantine, in all the vigor
of young manhood, chained to my
death at the bottom of Torres strait.
“And now a sudden sense of suffoca-
tion warned me that my struggle was
limited to seconds. '
”In a flash of memory I recalled the
tale of one like disaster, where the
diver cut his air-tube with a dash freed
his life-line, and was drawn up half
dead. But I had no knife; in that sud-
den backward fall I had lost hold of it.
“Then, as I lifted my eyes in a last
despairing search for succor. I beheld,
resting in the branching coral before
me—and to this day I marvel at the
miracle of it—an iron bar, pointed at
one end—a veritable crowbar.
“In an instant I was prying at the
jaws of the giant clam, with the lever-
age of the bar and the strength of des-
peration. For a suffocating moment
the struggle was unava iling, then one
rim split away and the pipe was free.
“I turned toward the life-line, stag-
gered and fell across it, insensible!
“I suppose the weight of my falling
body gave the line the one jerk which
was the signal to the tender to ‘pull
up.’ Anyway, the tender got the sig-'
nal, and the next I knew I was lying
on the deck of the lugger, the old Nan-
tucketer on his knees at my side, and
all the scared crew standing about.”
“Truly a most’extraordinary tale, as
well as a terrible experience,” I ex-
claimed, as Ballantine ended his story,
and the waiter brought on the dessert.
“That crowbar, for instance, is a strain
on an everyday businessman’s creduli-
ty,” and I looked past my friend's face
to the bronze face of Franklin across
the street.
“And yet it is only another instance
of truth stranger than fiction,” assert-
ed Ballantine. “Why, the first time
the 01d N antucketer I have mentioned
went down, on recovering from the
daze of sudden descent, he' saw in a
crotch of the coral before him a bottle ‘
of pale ale, and if 8r beer,why not a
crowbarf2f’wdf-oston Globe.
A FAMOUS PAINTING.
The Enormous Ransom Offered for the
Picture of St. Jerome.
0n the throne of Modena was an
Austrian archduke; his government
was remorselessly shattered and vir-
tually destroyed. The ransom was
fixed at ten million francs and twenty
of the best pictures in the principality.
But on that of Parma was a Spanish
prince with whose house France had
made one treaty and hoped to make a
better one. 'The grand duke, there-
fore, was graciously allowed to pur-
chase an armistice by an enormous but
possible contribution of two millions
in money together with provisions and
horses in quantity. The famous St.
Jerome of Correggio was among the
twenty paintings seized in Modena.
The archduke repeatedly offered to
ransom it for one million francs, the
amount at which its value was esti-
mated, but his request was not granted“
Next came Bologna and its surround-
ing territory.
Such had been the tyranny of ec-
clesiastical control that the subjects of
the pope in that most ancient and
famous seat of learning welcomed the
French with unfeigned joy; and the
fairest portion of the papal states
passed by its own desire from under
the old yoke. The successor of St.
Peter was glad to ransom his capital
by a payment nominally of twenty-one
million francs. In reality it was far
more; for his galleries, like those of
Modena, were stripped of their gems,
while the _ funds seized in government
offices, and levied in irregular ways,
raised the total .value forwarded to
Paris to nearly double the nominal
contribution. All this, Bonaparte ex-
plained, was but a beginning, the idle-
ness of summer heats. “This armis-
tice,” he wrote to Paris on June 21,
1796, “being concluded with the dog-
star rather than with the papal army,
my opinion is that you should be in no
haSte to make peace, so that in Sep-
tember, if all goes wellin Germany
and northern Italy, we can take posses-
sion of Rome.”-—Prof. Sloane, in Cen-
tury.
—It is estimated that of the total
sum raised for the support of the Prot- .
testant churches of this country, over
one-third is now procured by _ the ef:
forts or labors of women.
.of the vbanns.
LYDIA WHEELOCK.
BY MARY E. WILKINS.
We all agree that Lydia Wheelock is
very! plain looking, but that she is
very 00d. She was never. handsome,
even as a. girl. She never had any youth-
ful bloom, and her figure was always
as clumsy and awkward‘as it is now.
I’oor Lydia, with her round shoulders
and her high hips, always moved heav-
ily among the light-tripping maids of
her own age. Seen from behind, her
broad, matronly back made her look
old enough to be the mother of them
all. Bright and delicate girlish rib-
bons and muslins, which set of! their
happy, youthful, flower-like faces, made
> r Lydia’s dull, thick cheeks look
duller and thicker and heavier.
Some women, as plain-visaged as
Lydia, seeing .themselves, as it were,
like dingy barnyard fowls among'
flocks of splendid snowy doves and hum‘
ming birds, might have deliberately
tried to cultivate loving kindness and
sweet obligingness of manner as an
offset. But Lydia was not brilliant
enough for that, neither had she such
personal. ambition. It is doubtful if
she had ever looked in the glass much,
except to ascertain if her face was clean
and her hair smooth, and if her lack of
comeliness ever cost her an anxious
hour. '
As a child at school Lydia never whis-
pered, was never tardy, seldom failed in
her lessons, and never teased away an-
other girl’s candy. Besides, her mother
always vouched for the fact hat she was
as good as a young and tender infant,
and consequently seemed to have been
actually born good.
“Lyddy never cried, except when she
was real sick,” her mother used to say.
(She lived to be a very old woman, and
harped upon her good daughter as if
she were the favorite string of her
whole life.) “Never knowed her to cry
because she was mad, as the other chil-
dren did. Lyddy allers took her nap
regular an’ slept all night Without
fussin’. An’ she never banged her head
on the floor ’cause she couldn’t have her
own way. She allers give in real pleas-
ant and smilin’.”
What was true of Lydia as ababy has
undoubtedly been true of her ever since
—she has “allers give in real pleasant
an’ smilin’.” There may be some peo-
ple who would urge the plea that Lydia
had an easy temperament, and not nat-
urally such a. firm clutch upon her do-
sires that it is agony to relinquish them.
But if all the ways that Lydia has pa-
tiently and smilingly accepted have
been her own ways, she must, even if
her temperament had been ever so stolid,
have had peculiar tastes and likings.
Sometimes it would have been almost
like a relish for the scalping-knife or
the branding-iron. If Lydia has not,
metaphorically speaking, many times
during her life banged her head upon
the floor, it has not been for lack of
proper temptation. She has had from
any human standpoint a hard life. Her
father died when she was a young girl.
She had to leave schodl and go about
helping the neighbors with sewing and
cleaning and extra household tasks
when they had company, to earn a pit-
tance for the support of herself and
her mother. Lydia’s mother, although
she lived to be so old, was always a.
feeble woman, crippled with rheu-
matism. '
Lydia lived patiently and laboriously,
earning just enough to keep her mother
comfortably and herself uncomfort-
ably alive, and that was all. She had
one good meal a day when she. was
working at a. neighbor’s. Often we
know that was all she had, although
she never said so and never complained.
Her mother never went without her
three meals a day and her warm flan-
nels, when the. dread of Lydia’s life was
that she might faint away some day at
a neighbor’s from lack of proper nour-
ishment, and the state of her attire in
midwinter be discovered. She con-
fessed her great dread to somebody
once, after she was married.
When Lydia was about 30 she sud-
denly got married, to the surprise of the
whole village. Nobody had dreamed
she would ever marry. She was so
plain and so poor, and seemed years
older than she was—old enough to be
her own grandmother, as Mrs. Harrison
White said. She married a man who
had paid some attention to Mrs. Harri—
son White when she was a girl, and
she was popularly supposed to favor
him, but her parents objected, so she
married Harrison White instead.
Elisha Whee10ck, the man Lydia. mar-
ried, all the neighbors had called “a
poor tool.” He was good-looking and
good-hearted, but seemed to have lit-
tle ambition and little taste for indus-
try. Moreover, ‘ everybody said he
drank. Lurinda Snell said she had
seen him when he could scarcely walk,
and many others agreed with her. Al-
though thevillage was surprised the
village gave a sort of negative approval
Everybody agreed that
a man likeWheelock couldn’t hope to do
any better. No pretty girl with a good
home would forsake it for him, and as
for Lydia, it was probably her first and
only chance, and she could never hope
to do any better either. Moreover,
Elisha owned a comfortable house—his
father had just died and left it to him,
with quite a good—sized farm; and it
was said positively that Lydia’s mother
was to live there. “Lydia‘s got a good
home for herself and her mother if
’Lisha don’t drink it up.” people said.
Some thought he would. Everybody
watched to see the old homestead and
the fertile acres transformed into fiery
draughts going down Elisha’s throat,
but they never did.
Lydia has had her way in one respect,
if not in others,und that one may suffice
for much. She has certainly had her
way with Elisha Wheelock and made a
man of him. Not a drop has he drank,
so far as people know—and all the
neighbors have watched—4n all the
years since he married Lydia. He
has worked steadily on his farm, .hc
does not owe ‘a dollar, and he is said to
' '
have a. nice little sum in. the savings
bank. Moreover, he is a deacon of .the
church, and on the school committee.
Some of the neighbors say, openly
that Elisha would never have been
deacon. if it had not been for his wife;
that Lydia ought to have been deacon,
and since she could not, because she
was a woman, they made her one by
proxy through her husband. Elisha
is a good deacon—a very good deacon,
indeed—and he has Lydia to fully and
carefully advise him.
Lydia has never had any children, but
she has always had ala-rge family. She
began with her own mother and her
husband’s mother, and. a little. orphan
second cousin of her husband’s who
had lived with the Wheelocks since her
parents died. Her owncmother, as I
said before, was very feeble and a deal
of care; her husband’s mother had a
jealous, irritable. disposition and was
very difficult to live with; the orphan
cousin was delicate, had the rickets,
and, people said, none too clear a mind.
Lydia kept no servant, and she had to
work hard to keep her house in order,
sew and mend, build up her husband’s
charactef, and reconcile all the oppo-
site dispositions and requirements of
her family. She has had to delve in a
spiritual as well as temporal field, and
employ heart and soul and hands at
the same time ever since she was
married. After her mother died an
old aunt of Elisha’s, who would other-
wise have had to go upon the town,
came to live with them. She is stone-
deaf and has a curiously inquiring
mind, but it is said that Lydia never
loses her patience and never wearies of
shouting the most useless information
into her straining cars.
It was accounted somewhat fortunate
that Elisha’s mother did not live long
after Aunt Inez appeared, for it would
have been, not too great astrain upon
Lydia’s patience—nobody doubts the
long-suffering of that—but for her
strength, to reconcile two such charac-
ters and keep 'the peace for any length
of time. However, Elisha’s mother had
not been dead long before asister of the
rieket‘y orphan cousin, who grows
more and more of a charge as the years
go on, lost her husband and came. to
live at the Wheelock place with her
four children. They said she would be
a great help to Lydia, but she is apretty
young thing, in spite of her four chil-
dren; she is a good singer, and she is
constant at all the sociables and sing-
ing-schools, and does a deal of fancy-
work, and the neighbors think Lydia
has to take nearly all the care of the
bhildren. They also think that the
young widow is setting her cap here
and there, and hope she may marry and
so relieve poor Lydia of herself and her
children. But, after all, it would be
only a temporary relief. Some other
widow, or orphan, or aged and infirm
aunt, would descend upon her, for it is
well known that it is Lydia. who aids
and abets her husband in his charity
toward his needy relations. . And,
moreover, it is told how she lets the
children and the additional expenses be
as small a source of worry to him as
possible. Some of the neighbors think
that if Lydia Wheelock stints herself
much more, to provide for widows and
orphans, she cannot go to meeting for
lack of simply decent covering. Lurinda
Snell is positive that she keeps her
shawl on in hot weather to cover up her
sleeves, which are past mending in any
decorous fashion, and simply make a
show of their innumerable and not
very harmonious patches. And as for
her bonnets, it is actually, an insult to
look attentively at them.
Poor Lydia. has not had a new carpet
in her sitting-room since she was mar-
ried. The one Elisha’s mother had was
old then, and. long ago went to the rag
man. Ever since she has lived on the
bare boards. It is a dreadful thing in
this village not to have a carpet in the
sitting-room. The neighbors have
never got over being shocked at the
loud taps of their shoes on the bare
boards when they enter Lydia’s. She
had a rag carpet almost done, they
say, when Lottie Green and her children
came; since then she had no time nor
opportunity to finish it. ,
But everybody knew that if Lydia
and Elisha did not do much for other
people she could have a. tapestry car-
pet in her sitting-room, and a black silk
dress every year. She sees to it, howev-
er, that Elisha is not stinted to his dis-
comfort. He has his good Sunday
clothes, and looks as well as any man
in the village. .
Lydia is a. good cook, and is said to
simply pamper her husband’s appetite,
' and takes more pains to do so the more
she has in her family. We are all very
sure that Lydia never neglects her hus-
band for his needy relations, nor re-
laxes for an instant her watchful eye
upon his spiritual and temporal needs.
Miss Lurinda. Snell declares that she has
built up a fire in the north parlor every
evening this winter that Elisha. may
sit in there and read his paper, and not
be annoyed by Lottie Green’s children.
They are very noisy, boisterous chil-
dren.
Lydia Wheelock, busy as she is with
her own household cares, does not con-
fine her ministrations to them. If a
neighbor is ill Lydia is always ready
to watch with her, and a most
invaluable nurse she is. Not a neighbor
but would rather have Lydia than any-
body else over her when she is ill. '
Lydia is always in the house of
mpurning; people claim her sympathy
as if it were their right, andshe seems
to recognize her obligation toward all
suffering without question. She is also
always ready with her aid on occasions
of rejoicings, at wedding feasts, as well
as funerals. She comes to the front
With her kindly sympathy when the ex-
igencies of human life arise. _
We look across at'the meeting-house
on a Sunday and see Lydia sitting lis-
tening to the sermon, her plain face up-
lifted with the expression of a saint,
under” that bonnet which we avoid
glancing at for love of her, and our
hearts are full of gratitude for this good
woman in our villager-Ladies Home
Journal. . .
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WIVES WANTED. -
Inducements Offered Women in
Northwestern Canada.
A Scheme for Encouraging Female Eml-
gratlon to a. Region Where There
' Is a. Superflnlty of
' Bachelors. l
A great deal of money has been spent
by the Dominion gOvernment inthe last
ten years to encourage immigration to
Canada, and most- of the schemes, to
judge by the last census, have been more
or less futile. Now the chief govern-
ment organ here comes forward with
another project to people the great
northwest. This paper, referring to a
statement by the land commissioner of
the Canadian, Pacific railway to the ef-
fect that the great want of the north-
west is more women, says that the. bach-
elor life of the farmers in Manitoba.
and the northwest makes them dissat-
isfied; that they soon get discouraged
and write to their friends in Great Brit-
ain about the cheerless, unattractive
lives they are leading; . and that it is
well known that these letters have been
widely circulated in the English pro-
vincial press, and have had the effect
of turning off the tide of emigrants
to other shores—to the United States,
Australia and South Africa.
“If these men,” the paper adds, “had
been mated with plucky wives, the
stories of their failure would not have
been written home. They would have
found life in the northwest tolerable
and would have taken a pride in over-
coming their dilliculties. A few thou-
sand women of the right kind would
probably do more to make that. country
than any other influence that could be .
brought to bear upon it just now. Suit-
able immigrants of that kind can find
employment, and are not likely to have
to go long without husbands.”
This led to a new scheme for peopling
the northwest. It was started here a
few days ago, and a committee is now
hard at work on the details of the plan.
A preliminary meeting was held to dis-
cuss the matter, and a committee was
appOint-cd to report on the feasibility
of sending girls to the northwest from
the overcrowd. :i centers of population
. of the older provinces of Canada. “Girls .
wanted” was the motto of the meet-ing;
but, when one of the gentlemen pres-
ent unwarily declared that part of the
plan was to send girls out west to make
wives of them for the prairie farmers,
the ladies present took up arms against
the matrimonial part of the scheme.
They said that this was too delicate a
matter to deal with, and strongly ob-
jected to associating any marriage
scheme with the proposed female emi-
gration to the west. No society, it was
contended, could successfully arrange
marriages between people whose modes
of living had been so different, and no
such plan was likely to succeed. While
the ladies were willing to take part in
any movement to encourage the emigra-
tion of girls to the northwest, and find
employment as domestic servants for
them there, they absolutely refused to
have anything to do with any scehme
having for its object the shipping of a
train load of. girls to the northwest to
be married to the farmers of that part
of the country. There was also the pos-
sibility of ill-mating couples, and the
ladies apparently did not care to under-
take the responsibility of so delicate a
matter as the promotion of matrimony
among the farmers. It was soon made
apparent that the matter would have to
be handled very cautiously, and that if
.i‘he movement succeeded the question
of‘ matrimony would have to be kept in
the background and the idea of mar-
riage left to the emigrants themselves
to work out in the good old-fashioned
way. Lady Aberdeen, the wife of the
governor general of Canada, wrote to
Dr. W. E. Bessey, the organizer of the
meeting, that this was one of the ques-
tions to come up for discussion at the
meeting of the women’s council to be
held in Montreal.
S. M. Jones, secretary of the meeting,
deplored the flow of girls to the cities
from the country, and thought they
should go to the northwest and make
homes for themselves and be independ-
ent,- rather than come to the centers
of population and work for apittance.
But one of the ladies thought that the
girls in the cities were not fit to make
farmers’ Wives. Mr. Jones ventured the
remark, rather unfortunately, that they
might as well emigrate to the northwest,
for the men in the cities would not
marry them, anyhow, and the lady
snappishly retorted that “the girls
would not marry them.”
A good deal of cold water has been
thrown on the scheme, but the commit-
tee is hard at work, and believes that it
will accomplish something. There is
certainly a great lack of the softer sex
in the Canadian northwest. It is esti-
matedthat there are in that part of the
dominion between 40,000 and 50,000 more
males than females The organizer of
the movement, who is confident of the
practicability of the scheme, recalls the
days in the early history of French Can-
ada when the French king regularly
shipped boat loads of girls to become
the wives of the pioneer settlers in Can-
ada. The railways would, it is thought,
furnish free transportation for any
number of girls who would be induced
to go to the northwest, and it is hoped
that government aid will be given to
the scheme. Some who are unfavorable
to the movement contend that the bach-
elor tillers of the soil in the northwest
have no need for women, and that they
prefer to do their own work. But there
are very few who share in this opinion,
and it is generally believed that the
men up there know how to appreciate
the companionship, sympathy and sup-
port ~‘ of women—Toronto Cor. N. Y.
Sun.
Darwin’s Cufls. '
Hubby—Darwin seems to have. had
a lot of trouble with his cui'r' buttons.
. Blossie—How so? _
“He was always hmvling about the
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Commencement. .
The Commencement exercises at Col.
Roberts’ Norwalk Military Institudo '
Tuesday were of a very interesting ns- ' .
turc. The essays Were well written and
interestingly read. The music was 31- ’
so excellent. In the evening there was
a reception which was largely attended.
Wheeler and Wilson’s orchestra of
Bridgeport furnished music for danc-
ing. There were eighteen numbers on
the dance order, of which a large pro-
portion were walizes. ~
Fashion Rules the Wheel.
White wheels have been out for some.
time and a girl who has one has at-
rsnged for a complete summer bicy-
cling suit of white to match. but the
mourning wheel is the latest thing yet.
They are black, of course, with not a
touch of color showing. A stately
widow,-it is reported, was seen on one -
after dark Saturday night and in black
from head to foot she went flying by,
like a queen of the night.
What’s in a Name ?
At the recent Daubnry church anni-
versary, the Associated Press, reporter
telegraphed to the world that the Rev.
Dr. 'l.‘. Knoble delivered an eloquent
address and now the report is printed
that Senator Hauley, has flooded Dari-
en with the government’s belated gar-
den seeds.
Gas Fuel For Forty Cents.
To-day’s Tribune says that the Con-
eumers’ Fuel Gas, Heat and Power
Company have petitioned the Alder-
men for a. permit to lay mains and sup?
ply gas for fuel at 40 cents per 1,000;
and offers to pay the city 20 cents per
foot for streets Opened.
Death From Bovine Tuberculosis.
Perle McCrillis of Norway, Me. aged
16 died suddenly Monday, and accord-
ing to the physicians, the cause of his
death was tuberculosis, contracted
from the mill; of diseased cows. There
is apprehension that other cases may
develop. ~
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