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\NHY AND V 'HEREFCRE.
i know not. where” I came.
lknmv not whither I go,
l‘1ur the fur. stands clear
'l'h 1i i {1.111 hero.
in this World of pleasure and woe,
A111! 111i. ol' the mist and inurk
.\11nt11c1~1ruti1 shines plain—
Itisi.1111y power
Eli-£1 day 111111 hour
To add to its joy or pain,
i know that lhc earth exists.
I: is none of my business why.
in moot 111111 on!
'1‘. h: 1.1 it is ill about——
i Would but uaste time to trys
‘1'ylii'c is a brief b1 10f thing,
i :1111 here for a little space,
Ami w :ilc Istaly’
i would like. if I may.
'i‘o brighten and better the place.
’1' :1- trouble. [think. with us all
is the lack of a high conceit:
l.‘ each man thought
'lw was sent to the spot
l'o make it a bit more sweet.
llow soon we could gladdeh the world,
ilow easily right all wrong.
if nobody shirked
.‘Lnd each one worked
l‘o help his fellows along.
Cease wondering why you came:
htnp looking for faults and tl-iws:
iise up til-day
111 your pride and say:
“i am part. of the first great cause,
However full the world.
l‘hcre is room for an earnest man:
It. h:1dn1-e11m‘me
(_l:'1l‘\\01lltll1(1tbe-—
112111 Lore to strengthen the 111' 111.’
“Ell l. V\ heelcr \Vilcox in Form.
Y VONETTE.
Yvonucftc was a fair little girl oi
five summers, and with her wee, tight-
fitting whi‘e hood and tiny sabots was
as pretty a child as could have been
found anywhere in Vendee.
Jean Mal‘o, her father, a farmer on
the estate of Count de Mordine, had
quittcd his home some weeks previous-
ly with several companions, with his
gun slung over his shoulder and-a
stout club in his hand, to hunt the boat
—at least, so he said. But it was in
1793; General Santerre’s grenadiers
had invaded Brittany, and Yvonnette‘s
mother had grave reason to fear that
he had gone on an infinitely more dan-
gerous hunt.
Rumors of fighting had circulated
facely throughout the province, the
"casein clanged from church towers
and in response thereto the youth of
the villages were flocking to the stand-
ard of Cathelineau, whom the Bretons
had chosen for their commander—in-
chief.
On the day on which this story opens
YVOnnette’s mother was more thought-
ful and agitated than usual, so much so
that her trouble was noticed by the
child, who demanded several times,— ,
“Where is papa?.”
Receiving no answer to this and oth-
er questions, she at last drew her little
stool 11p to the window and sought con-
solation with her doll Rose. The lat-
ter was a beautiful Breton, doll that
her father had bought at the fair at
Auray a year before, and was Yvon-
nette’s inseparable companion and the
recipient of all her confidences.
Suddenly shots were heard outside,
followed by several shots fired in quick
succession. The child was in no way
frightened. The clanglng of the bells,
the sound of firearms and the shouting
of an excited crowd were familiar
sounds to herfand Were merely associ-
ated in her baby mind with the holi-
days, when the grand lords and ladies
from the neighboring castle deigned to
take part in the fetes and dancing
upon the village green. But Anne Ma-
le, her mother, white and rigid as a
taper, and her hands pressed tightly
upon her heart, was gazing out of the
window with wide, frightened eyes.
“What is the matter, mamma?”
questioned the child.
“Hush, darling!” was the only reply
of the farmer’s wife, who suddenly re-
covered herself, closed the shutters. lit
the lamp and dropped on her knees be-
side the bed.
Yvonnette watched her wonderingly.
and her big blue eyes wandered from
the kneeling figure to the high gothic
fireplace, beside which the cat was
purring and blinking contentedly. She
was about to follow her inclination
and go to play with him, when the door
was flung open and a countryman, pale
and bedraggled, with a gun in one
hand and a flag in'the other, burst in-
to the house and slammed the door he-
hind him.
“Papa! papa!" screamed Yvonnette.
delightedly.
Anne Malo had sprung to her feel
and thrown herself in her husband's
arms.
“Whatever has happened,"
bed. “I have been nearly wild with
anxiety every hour since you have
been away."
“All is lost!" responded the farmer.
moodily. Take this flag and hide 11
. carefully. If ever the Blues should
find it here it would be all up with
us.” '
He kissed the standard reverent];
and handed it to her. As he did so a
few drops of blood oozed from undo;
his cap and down his matted hair.
“Jean, you are wounded!" exclainwc
Anne. _
"‘No, it is nothing,” replied the Chm
11:111. picking up hisgun.
“Where are you going?"
manded, resolutely barring
with her body.
“To fight with the others."
"You will do nothing of the kind."
“Wife, let me pass," ordered M11,
“My comrades are waiting for me.
is my duty."
“You shall not go," she repeat
’f‘lter. stooping swiftly, she picked '
the child and held he1 out to him. '
“You haven’ I even 115s ed baby.‘
9311- lstlmec, 1"epioachfully.
Mair.- wavered.
“They will thfnk i am :1 rows: f " '
unified. :“'.:‘.'gcring against ills is: __
She 13::
the (l:
Spite of himself, and leasing 1.; ..
for support.
she sob-
, of straw.
tare-.111, .1011 are wounded I knew 111 A YOUNG___ DIPLOMATE
C'om e into the cellar and let me in .te
care of you,” she enlrcated. ‘Thc cre-
my might search for you, and you
must live for inc—for Yvonnettc.”
“No, I must. go,” he insisted, bracing
himself with an effort; but his strength
gave out as he said it, and he rcclcd
into her arms.
She supported him into the obscure
collar and laid him among the bundles.
Then she returned to the
dwelling-room. Now that he was no
longer there she could act. She took
the flag, broke the staff over her knee
and threw the pieces into the fire. Next
slzc hid the gun under a pile of fnggols
in the corner. Then pouring sonic vin-
egar and watez in a bowl she told the
child to be good and not make a noise
and went to attend to “Cl wounded
husband.
Yvonnettc continued to play with
her (loll, but her attention was attract~
ed to a strip of the flag which the
flames had respected. It was a piece
of white silk with fieur de lys emboss-
ed in gold upon it.
of the embérs with a cry of delight,
and setting her doll upon her knee was
engaged in pinning the silk upon it in
the shape of a dress when the door
again opened and a big, fierce, white
mustached soldier in a blue tunic,
white breeches and high gaiters en-
tered. He was a sergeant of grena-
diers of the Republic.
He glanced around the room and at
once noticed that the gun rack was
‘empiy.
“One of those wolves who have been
peppering us from ambush evidently
lives here,” he muttered. “There's a
gun missing. A thousand thunders!
If we catch any of the rascals they will
get a short shrift and no ceremony.”
He tore aside the curtains of the bed.
peered around and suddenly caught
sight of Yvonnette, who, not in the
least concerned, went on dressing her
doll.
The savage expression of his face
softened into a tender smile and he
went towards her..
“What a shame to leave her all alone
in the house at such a time as this,”
he muttered. He bent, took her in his
arms and kissed her.
“What’s your name, little dear?" he
asked.
“Yvonnette," replied the child.
"Why. I’ve got a little Yvonnette,
too, just like you, and three little boys
as well," he said, and the recollection
of his little brood in Paris brought the
tears into the soldier's eyes.
At that instant he noticed the silk
on the doll, and the hard, fierce expres-
sion returned to his face again.
“Where did you get that?” be ex-
claimed harshly. dropping the child
and seizing the stuff.
“There,"‘said Yvonnette, half fright-
ened at his change of manner, pointing
to the fire.
He rushed to the hearth, drew some
of the half burnt pieces of the flagstaff
from the flames, with a piece of
scorched silk, and recognized them.
“Who do these belong to?” he went
on.
“To papa."
“Where is your papa?"
“There, ” said Yvonnette, pointing to
the door.
“I‘ve got one of them at last, ” growl-
ed the sergeant,,savagely, seizing his
gun. "And if I don't fill him with lead
enough to sink him to the bottom of
the sea inside of two minutes my name
is not Laderoute."
He strode to the cellar'door and
shook it. It was bolted on the inside,
.and still further enraged he raised his
rifle and was about to splinter the frail
partition with the butt end of the wea-
' pon when he bearda sound that made
him turn his head.
Without realizing the danger her
father was in, but instinctively fright-
ened by the gestures of the grenadier
Yvonnette had burst out crying.
The sergeant looked at her and low-
ered his gun, and a guilty fiush suf-
fused his face.
“I kissed her a moment ago and now
i was going to kill her father," he
muttered. “Laderoute, you're a blank-
ed, blanked, blankety-blanked cuss.
That’s what you are."
He hastily gathered up the incrimi-
nating debris of the flag and piled the
embers upon them. As he did so a
company of soldiers marched up to the.
house. Sergeant Laderoute took Yvon-
nette on his arm and stood in the door:
way to prevent them from entering.
“No one here but this little lady,"
he said. “Right about face—march!"
Then he kissed the child.
“For my own little Yvonnette's
sake," he murmured. “Good—by sweet-
heart," and putting her down, closed
the door and hurried after his com—
rades. ’
Quite aSiiuple Matter.
Jilkins is the factaotum of an artist
who has made some noise in the world
and is quite as important a personage,
in his own estimation, as his master.
One day a lady called on the arl.1st in
the absence of the latter and was re-
ceived by Jilkins.
“Dear me," she cried, glancing first
at an incomplete picture and then at
Jilkins, “I declare it is very much like
you!"
“It is me." said Jilkins. with a su-
perior air. “1 sits for all his old men.
That's what he's specially“ good at."
“You must be a very useful person to
your employer," observed the visitor.
“So you think that Mr. Blank. R. A,,
is especially good at. old men?"
“‘Yes. Cos why? He’s got nothing
to do! i order his frames, wash his
brushes. set. his palettes. mix'his colors
and sit there for him to look at. How
can he help being good? He's got
nothing to do but shove the paint on!"
Woman is a subject never mfintionl
ed in Morocco. it; would be consider.
ed a terrible hicac-lrot‘ etiquette: ,1, ask
a. man abcul his cute.
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She drew it out
asked the small boy.
BY \V. PETT RIDGE.
The proudest sometimes unbend
and the Botanical Gardens were, for
one afternoon, thrown off their usual
reserve. Ordinary folks had only tc
come across Regent’s Park from Ches-
ter Gate and present a card at the en-
trance to the gardens, and the bowler-
hatted old gentleman at the gate wel-
comed them as though they were mosl
important members. Miss Llewellyn
and Master Kenneth Waller. her
friend, walked on the grass in the di-
rection of the music.
“Anybody you - know
Llewellyn?”
“I don‘t suppose so, Kenneth.”
“You don’t know many people, do
you, Miss Llewellyn" ’
“Very few!”
"Wonder at that,” said the small
boy, “because you’re not bad looking.
you know. Did you use-to come here
when you were well off? Do they sell
lemonade here?" ,
“Seems possible.
everybody ought to have
friends?”
“Plenty of friends,”
wisely, “but one in particular.
how old you are?”
“That,” said the young woman, good
temperedly, “that is the only question,
Kenneth, that you must never put to
a lady.” '
“I should guess,” he said, critically,
as they sat down in the low chairs
near the refreshment tent and watch
ed the people, “that you were about.
here, Miss
You think that
plenty 01
said Kenneth,
Wonder
twenty-six.” . ‘
Miss Llewellyn gave a quaint gestilire
of horror.
“Well, twenty—five, then. Fancy!”
The small boy w’histled amazedly.
“Twenty-five, and not married yet."
“Young man," said Miss Llewellyn,
flushing and affecting a tone of great
severity. “I find your conversation
much too personal. You would like
lemonade, I think, and two pieces 01
cake.”
The scarlet-coated band perched on
seats near the glass house, with a
crowd of smartly dressed folks in front
of them, started a cheerful selection
from a comic opera; Miss Llewellyn,
a composed young woman in an ordin-
ary way, as young women are who
work for their living, found herself in
quite a delightful mood. Music can
do much when ,it tries.
“Of course,” said her candid guest,"
with cake at his mouth, “I don’t mear.
to say that you mightn’t get married
even now. I had an aunt once who
was close upon thirty before she coulml
get any one to look at her.”
"The instance is encouraging, Ken-
neth. Don’t eat too fast, mind.”
“Still,” said the youth, wisely, “ii
I were a girl I should be jolly careful
not to miss a good opportunity.
those orchids they’re carrying there?
Hasn’t that chap got a brown face
who’s telling the men where to take
them? Seem to have seen him some-
where before. Shouldn’t like to be an
orchid, should you, Miss Llewellyn?
Why, you’d have to grow out in South
America, and people would have fear-
ful trouble to find you, and risk their
lives—Hullol Brownfaced chap’s com-
ing this way.”
Miss Llewellyn looked up, and then
looked down again quickly, and for a
moment her face went rather white.
Her hand trembled as she held it out.
"Mr. Bradley," she-said. “How do
you do? I did notexpectto see you
here."
“I did not expect to see you again
anywhere,” he said.
There was a pause that comes after
the‘ba-nalities of greeting. Master Wal-
ler, not having spoken for quite half a
minute, felt that he was in some dan-
ger of being overlooked, and coughed
“This is my little friend Kennett
Waller,” she said. “Kenneth, this is
Mr. Bradley.”
“What’ 5 the matter with your face?’
“Have you beet:
abroad?”
Mr. Bradley placed a broad fist on
the round iron table, and leaned down
toward Master Waller, good-naturedly
'He seemed as confused at the meeting
as Miss Llewellyn, and as unprepared
with conversation.
“I have been abroad, young man
I’ve been hunting orchids.”
“Are you home for good now?" ask.
ed Kenneth.
Miss Llewellyn gripped the parasol
that rested in her lap with both hands
"I can’t do any good at home,” said
Mr. Bradley: “I am off again to South
America in 'a day or two.”
“Why don’t you stay in London?"
“Nobody asks me to stay.”
“Should have thought,” said Mastei
Waller, “that you could have got some-
body -to do that. Have you got any
foreign postage stamps about you?”
Friendship between the two gentle-
men was cemented and made perman-
ent by the production of several for-
eign stamps and an envelope to place
them in. People were coming up to
the refreshment tent now, the band
having decided to rest for half an
hour, and recover breath, and Master
Waller invited Mr. Bradley to take his
chair.
“You don’t mind?” asked Bradley 01
Miss Llewellyn.
“Not at ’all,” she said politely.
"May I smoke?”
“Let me strike the match,” inter-
posed Master Waller. “I’m awfully
good at that. And tell us some 01
your adventures."
“They wouldn’t interest Miss Llewl-
lyn.”
“Girls don’t count, ” said Master Wal-
ler. “"l ell me. Make It ” said Master
Waller, appealingly,‘ ‘one where you
me My lost your life.” ‘
So ten or fifteen minuteswere thus
coupled, the small boy seated or:
Brad.ey‘s knee and staring at him with l
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CZECH-IDOUUIEd astonishment. Miss
Llewellyn, her head bowed. studied the
band programme in apparently a la-
borious search for the misprints that a
musical programme always offers.
Bradley told the story very well, with-
out obtruding his own share in the ad-
venture, and when he had finished
punched the 'small boy humorously to
bring him back from South Ameiica
to Regent’s Paik.
“And is that story true?
small boy, respectfully.
“It has that drawback, youngster.“
“Well,” said Master Waller; ‘Im a
man that’s awfully fond of adventure.
but I shouldn’t care for that. What
did you think of when that fierce ani-
mal was waiting to spring upon you?"
“Guess.”
“Can’t,” said Master
you, Miss Llewellyn?”
She shook her head, and again be-
came interested in the band program-
me. Bradley looked at her and wait-
ed for her to speak, but she made no
sign. Now silence may at times be
tolerable for grown-up folks, but for
impatient young men like Master Wal-
ler it brings nothing but weariness.
“Is there any chance of seeing these
orchids, Mr. Bradley?” asked the
youth. “It’ll be something to brag
about to my. people if I could just get
a sight of them.”
“We’ll all go over to the marquee
and have a look. Miss Llewellyn, will
you come, or shall we leave you here?
There’s rather a crush "
“Let’s leave her, suggested Ma .ster
Wallg‘. 'Mzcs Llewellyn likes being
alone.”
“I think I will stay here,” she said.
“We shall be back in ten minutes,”
said Bradley.
Master Waller had to trot to keep 1: p
with the long strides of his new fiicnd,
but he did not mind this, because he
” asked the
Waller. “Can
felt a kind of reflected glory in being :
accompanied by the man who had
brought home some of the rarest of the
amazing specimens in the crowded
tent.
“Girls are a nuisance, aren t they. ""
said Master Waller, looking up confi-
dentially.
“Sometimes,” said Bradley.
“She isn’t so tiresome, though, as
some.”
“I think I agree with you there."
“Works awfully hard. Too hard,
my mamma says.” '
“No necessity for that, surely,
Bradley, rather sharply.
"But Miss Llewellyn has to live,”
urged the small boy. “My mamma
says that she was well off for a year
or two before her fathei died, but since
that—”
“Her father dead?”
“Here I say,” said Master Waller.
“Don’t grip a man's shoulder like
that.”
“Sorry! " .
“They came into money, so my
mamma says, a few years ago—" '
“I remember that."
“And then Miss Llewellyn’s gover-
nor put it all into something, and it
never came out again. That’s why she
has to manage the calisthenic school
that I go to. And I say! Can you
touch your toes with the tips of your
fingers without—”
“Where does she live now?”
Bradley seemed excited:
“In rooms,” replied Master Waller,
volubly. “I’ve been there to tea-along
withmy sisters. That’s a fine orchid
there. You1can’t see it now; a. girl’s
hat’s in the way. And Miss Llewellyn’s
got awfully nice furniture and photo-
graphs, and—” Master Waller slap-
ped his knee suddenly. “I remembér
now-where I’ve seen your face before,
Mr. Bradley. Only without the short
beard. "
“Come outside," said Bradley,
tell me.”
They made their way through the
crowd and reached the exit. Bradley
held his breath, and bent to hear the
small boy’s reply.
“On her dressing-table,” whispered
Master Waller, confidentially, “in the
beau-tifullest frame you ever saw, and
—-where are you going?”
)9
said
Mr.
and
“Back to Miss Llewellyn," cried
Bradley.
“Well, but,” said Master Waller.
protestingly, “wait for me.”
Bradley did not obey the young man.
He strode across the lawn, past the
band, which was playing a quick
march that was not quick enough to
keep pace with him. Before Master
Waller found the two there had been
a swift exchange of low sentences that
altered their views of the world, and
made them both think of it. as a place
where happiness is to be found.
“And why did you refuse me be-
fore, dear?”
“Because all my people pressed me
to accept you,” said Miss Llewellyn.
“The excuse of .a very obstinate
. young woman’
“Why did you-why did you not ask
me again?” she demanded. .
“Because," said Bradley, “it was just
then that your father came into that
money.”
“The excuse of a very independent
‘man,” said Miss Llewellyn, touching
with pretty affection the big band that
rested on the round table. “When—
when is it that you leave for South
America?”
“Not until you tell me to go, dear,”
he said promptly.
“Here I say," cried Master Waller,
arriving after some difficulty. “You
two! Don’t lose sight of me, mind,
Miss Llewellyn, have I been a good
boy?”
“I’ ve a great mind to kiss you, Ken-
neth,” she said.
“Rather have some more lemonade.‘
“As Kenneth declines your sugges-
tion,” said Bradley, signalling to a
waiter, “may I venture to submit my-
self-——~”
“‘Hush!” said Miss Llewellyn. -—Wo-
man at Hang.
TOO GOOD AN lMlTA‘TlON.
Story ofu Stuffed hanla Claus and 1:1» FM:
1111.: Hotel 111m.
Miss Elizabeth Allertou and her sis
tcr Augusta had for years lived a1
alone in a big house not a thousam
mile-s from Boston, says'the Bostox
Transcript. It had been their pleasurn
on each successive Christmas to game
a company of children in the great
handsome parlors and join with then
in having a gay time. But finally the:
planned to depart a. bit from their us
ual custom of planting the Christina.
tree in a cambric-covered tub, ant
here they were, on Christmas Eve, sur
rounded .by. a lot of old garments 1123.
they had found among the trunks {11.1
boxes “up garret,” making a figure 11
represent santa. Claus that SIIOllll
stand in the jog by the fireplace ant
clasp the well-filled tree in his strong
right arm.
Miss Elizabeth was skilled in the us
of paints, and upon the surface of a1
apoplectic~1ooking bunch covered witl
light flannel she was busily engage(
in tracing sundry dabs and streaks t1
represent human features. Augusta
meantime, was brushing up the copper
Colored vest thickly. bestrewn witl
green roses that was to appear fron
beneath the dressing gown, covering
the deficiencies in the shape of broom
sticks and shawls. that compose thl
form. A gray-squirrel muff that ha(
not seen the light of day for many a
year had been shaped into a hat, ant
vas the crowning point, in every sense
of his home-made Kriss Kringle.
“Dear me!” said Miss Elizabetl
' when the sticks had been adjusted an:
the curled hair pulled over the dress
ing—gown collar, “he looks-amazingly
like a real man. I do hope the chil
dren will not be frightened when the)
see him.”
“I was thinking of that myself,’
said Miss Augusta. “I wish you but
not made his eyes so staring and 1151
cheeks so red. Let’s set him down am
put some flour on his face.”
The sisters started for theit
room above. Miss Augusta pulled thl
. door so closely after her that she shut
,; said,
, sister.
half of her sleeve in. Her sister note(
that she locked the door and put tha
key in her pocket. They both sat dowr '
in their room and said nothing for 2
few minutes. when the scurrying 02
a mouse between the walls made then
each give a little nervous scream. Mis:
Elizabeth started up. “Augusta,” she
“I can’t sleep a wink to-nigh1
with that man in the house. I’m just
going down and take him to pieces.’
“I was just going to suggest that very
thing myself,” said the younger one
echoing, as she generally did, her eldel
They tip-toed down once more
keeping‘very close to each other, and
creeping behind the rosy—checked effigy
they reduced him once more to a heat
of old clothes, which they thrust intc
the closet, putting the head into a
bandbox on the top shelf. Then the)
retired to peaceful slumbers.
A 'MOTHER’S GRATITUDE.
Ker Thanks as Expressive as a ‘Horsc
Could Make Them.
Some time ago, as Mr. Niedlingei
was approaching the place at. which he
was spendingthe summer with his
family, he heard cries of distress. At
the corner of a barn he found a coil
wedged between the siding and a post
which supported the ends of the wires
of a barbed wire fence, says a writer
in Our Dumb Animals.
The barbs of the wires of the fence
were hurting-the colt cruelly. But the
cries which Mr. Niedlingerheard were
not from the colt. They came from the
colt’s mother, a beautiful brood mare,
who stood by with extended neck and
wide eyes and quivering body, express
ing her pain, her solicitude, and crying
out for the help which she could not
give herself.
Mr. N. hurriedly removed the staples
which secured the wires to the post,
the wires dropped and the colt went
free. The mother, with every demon-
stration of joy at the release of her
offspring rushed up to it, licked it, put
her chin over it, and fondled it with
low sounds. Pleased that he had given
the mother so much pleasure as well
as that he had saved the colt; Mr.
Niedlinger started along the path to
the house, but he had not gone far
when he was aware 'of hoof-falls be-
hind him. He looked over his should-
er. There was the mother. He reach-
ed out his hand. She licked it with
low whinnies of thankfulness. She fol-
lowed him clear to the house, and still
stood on the lawn thanking him for
what he had done in the interest of
one whose mother she was, and whom
she loved with all a mother's love.
A Disobedient Patient.
Irate Patron—You advertised to cure
consumption, don’t you? '
Dr. Quack—Yes, sir. I never fail
when my instructions are followed.
Irate Patron—My son took your
medicine for a year and died an hour
after the last dose.
Dr. Quack—My directions were not
followed. I told him to take it two
years.——New York Weekly.
A Fellow Feeling.
Dis-appointed Sujtor (savagely—u
What’s that, you little imp? ‘You say
, you just overheard your sister tell me
.she would be'a sister to me, and that
you are glad of it?
Small Brother (meekly)—Yeth, thir'
—mithery loveth company, thin--
Judge.
_A Credltable Average.
“Yes, we’re quite proudof our little
town. It’s a nice moral place an’ aver-
ages up better than most of ’em. Why,
we've got one church to eveiy sixteen
saloons—if s a fact. ”
“Indeed? How many chuiches have
,0“ ill!
.only one of them.
“Just one."-—Clovoland Plain Dealer. 4
CURRENT COMMENT.
Dr. ._ .rkhurst says of the New York
‘ \Iy vocabvplary is no match
igncminy cf the situation.”
election
for the
Speaker Reed says if the deficit does
not end when the Dingley law begins
to operate under normal conditions the
Republicans will enact legislation
which which provide additional rev-
cnue.
Keely has dropped his motor to work
on a flying machine propelled by what
he calls the neutralization of gravity
by “sympathetic outreach.” The name
suggests a skillful touch for stock
subscriptions.
It is discovered that since McKinley
has been President 179 negroes have
been appointed to office, and there has
been a serious protest made against
The race question
cannot be either so prominent or so
virulent as agitators would have us
believe.
Switzerland’s scheme of making in-
surance against sickness compulsory
on people of limited means is an in-
stance of far-reaching paternalism on
the part of the Government, but there
is thrift in it.
thus obliged to provide for their own
of Ticino, the Italian canton of Switz-
erland—a province that has furnished
this, however, to the effect that he was
public expense.
Ex-President Harrison, like cx-Pres-
ident Cleveland, has withdrawn from
politics, and is giving his whole atten-
tion to private business and domestic
affairs. So long as they shall adhere
to their present policy—from which
they give no signs of deviating-both
will retain and increase the respect
and confidence with which their fellow-
countrymen now regard them.
It is no new thing for the Baldwin
Locomotive V’Vorks to receive orders
from foreign countries, but it is a little
remarkable that calls for their engines
should come from such widely separa-
t’ed localities as Finland, Japan, Bra-
zil and Canada about the same time-
It looks as if American engines were
successful against the competition of
all the world. But when shall we be
able to note a similar demand for
American-built ships?
The Hartford Times announces by
authority that Mark. Twain has paid
all his debts by money which he has
earned during the last two years.
“This success,” it adds, “shows what
Mr. Clemens can do when he feels that "
he must. His actual earnings since he
went abroad amount to $82,000, of
which about $20,000 has been received
for lecturing, and the remainder has
been paid to him for his writings. He
has now the comfortable prospects of
a very large income from his books
during the remainder of his life, and
the certainty that his family will be
well provided for.
The new line of steamers from Port-
land, Oregon, to Japan and China,
which is to .run under the auspices of
the Oregon Railway and Navigation
Company, will not be so imposing in
character as its Canadian Pacific rival,
nor will it be backed by so substantial
a subsidy, but it is a beginning which
may lead to greater things. The’Open-
ing trade of the Pacific is likely to re-
quire several lines of steamers in the
near future.
Milwaukee’s use of its fireboats for
fighting fire at a distance from the
river front is attracting attention in
other cities with navigable waters.
Cleveland, Detroit and Buffalo have
adopted the system and Boston is pre-
paring to do something with it. In
Milwaukee the idea was born of neces-
silty, the first suggestion being for a
pipe line from the river to an isolated
manufactory in a section where the
water main? had not penetrated. The
pipe was laid and the first test with a
fireboat at the river end showed a com-
plete success. Since then lines have
been laid to cover a great part of the
business district of the city.
The fact that the Governments of the
United States, Russia and Japan have
deemed it best to raise the status of
the members of the Behring Sea Can-
The people who are.
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p.
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ference from that of mere delegates to“
the high rank of envoys extraordinary
indicates that the treaty cempleted by,
them is of the first importance, and
binds all those of the signatory Powers
to enforce it, if possible. From anoth—
er point of view it may be regarded as
a strong diplomatic hint to Great Bri-
tain and Canada that, although they
may not be signatory to the treaty,
they would do well to observe its pro-
visions if they wish to avoid trouble.
There is some reason in Pierre Lora
illard’s sweeping denunciation of our
fluctuating politics, but he discredits
himself'when he says that London
financers would not invest in America
if they were offered 20 per cent. inter.
est— “and it is all due to the unset-
tled condition of our politics.” There
are many millions of English money
invested in this country, and there are
indications of many more millions to
come, but there is no doubt that if we-
could adopt offe settled political p'oli-
ty and stick to it there would be less
risk in American investments, wheth-
er for Americans or Englishmem
I'
Norwalk Chronicler