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COL. HAY'S LAWSUIT.
The New Secretary of State Fighting
About. Lake Sunapee-
John Hay. the new Secretary 0*-
State, is the leading plaintiff in an im-
portant case, the facts in which are
now being ascertained by a referee ap-
pointed by the New Hampshire Su-
preme Court.
Legally associated with Mr. Hay
are“ Professors John D. Quackenbush
and W'illiam A. Dunning. of New
York. Colonel W. S. B. Hopkins of
Worcester, Mass. and others.
These gentlemen have built summer
homes on the shores of Lake Sunapee,
the most beautiful jewel in New
Hampshire’s girdle of lacustrine gems.
So far as variety of scencry, vigor of
climate and ease of access are. con-
cerned. this lake is an ideal summer
resort. and every succeeding year finds
its charms more widely known and
more varmly praised. '
But for land owners upon its shores
there is one black cloud in Sunapee's
blue sky, By an old grant of the New
llampshire Legislature a corporation
known as the Sunapce Dam Co. was
given power to regulate the flow of
the lake through its principal outlct,
Sugar River. This stream furnishes
water power for several large manu-
factories and the Sunapce Dam Com-
pany keeps the water in the lake at a
convenient height for that purpose.
The result is that the summer resi-
dents. whose boathouses. wharves and
grounds line Ill.“ fake snore. find their
property suluucrgcd for a part of the
time, and. again. separated from the
water‘s edge by a stretch of unsightly
beach.
In fact. the corporation has caused
so much complaint that the inhabit-
ants around the lake frequently trans-
pose the first two words of the com—
pany’s title, in referring to it.
Other means of redressing their
gricances having been tried and found
wanting, the summer residents decid-
ed to take their case into court. Its
decision will establish an important
legal principle as to the riparian rights
throughout New Hampshire, and per-
haps in other states as well.
The distinguished gentlemen named
as plaintiffs think they have invested
sufficient money on the shores of this
New Hampshire lake to be justified in
expecting to draw dividends of undis
:turbed enjoyment.
, Secretary Hay’s villa is commodious.
comfortable and suited to its sur-
roundings. though it woutd not look
out of place if transported to Newport
~,or‘ Bar Harbor. Twenty~five miles
across the country, at Iloldcrness. is
’the summer home of John. . Nicolay. '
‘who was Colonel Hay's co-wcrker on
"the monumental. life of Lincoln.
. A; little colony of musical, literary
and theatrical personages make Sunn-
pee their home of a summer season.
It has had. however. no \Vhittier to
sing its charms and no persistent rail-
road advertising to bring it into na-
tional notice and popularity. In the
minds of Col. Hay and his companion
plaintiffs. this freedom from public1ty
{is one of the lake’s chief charms.
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' Try It and See.
A man in a light check suit stopped
at the corner and looked intently up-
ward.
His gaze appeared to be directed at
the roof of a tall building directly op-
posite. ‘
Two men stopped and began to look
in the same direction.
A moment later several others Join-
ed them.
Business men hurrying along the
road on the way to their offices were
seized with like curiosity, and stopped ,
short to gaze with the others.
"What's the matter?”
"What is it?"
"What’s the excitement?”
These questions flew from lip to lip.
but nobody seemed able to answer.
“Move on, there! ” exclaimed a police-
man. “What are you blocking up the
road for?"
But the crowd was too big
ispersed by a single policeman.
“I say,” asked the officer, forcing his
way to the centre of the throng, and
grabbing the man in the light check
suit, “what are you all looking at?"
"I'm not looking at anything,” re-
plied the other, without lowering his
head. ”I’ve a stiff neck, and I al-
ways carry my head this way. I stop-
ped to rest a minute. I don’t know
what these chumps are doing here.”
And the crowd melted silently away.
.__—v—‘ud—‘c—u
to be
Battleships and Cruisers.
“There are not. many men. outside the
Navy who thoroughly understand the
difference between a ‘battleship’ and
a ‘crniser,”‘ said a naval captain to
the writer.
“The battleship is a. fighting ma-
chine nure and simple; ”’3‘. speed. 83111
ElahctTr—rfin'é‘cipa—clty are sacrificed to
guns and armour. Ol’i'e—flalf of the
weight of the average battleship con—
sists of the ship herself, three-tenths
of armour and guns, and only two-
tenths 'of engines and coal. She can
steam, without re-coaling, anaverage
distance of 7.000 miles.
“The cruiser is built on quite differ-
ent lines. Fully half her entire weight
is made up of propelling machinery
and coal; her average rate of steaming
is about twenty knots an hour, and she
can. if necessary steam “volatile
WWSEYE.‘ '
“The average battleship in the pres-
ent war Cs roughly 350ft. long, 70ft.
wide, and 43ft. deep. She weighs 11,-
000 tons, carries about forty-five guns,
ranging from the 13in. gun, with its
projectile weighing half a. ton, to the
Gatling, with its tiny bullets, three of
which barely weigh an ounce. She car-
"rles steel armour varying from 4th. to
18in. in thickness, has a. crew of 500
men, and can steam fifteen knots an
hour." in .
Do not. always commence a conver-
sation by allusion to the weather.
Just the Same “Old" Woman
“One hears a good deal about the
new woman.” s‘ld a Washington wo-
man who has had long and
varied social experience in Eng-
land and America, “but it
seems to me that the women I meet to-
day are very much like the women I
knew fifty years ago. There may be
more who are highly educated, or self-
supporting: but. the well-bred woman
doesn’t talk entomblogy or Greek roots
or shop in society, and I can’t tell a
pretty girl who knows about bugs
from the one who doesn’t. '
“But. I do notice in society one sign
that women are changed and I’m de-
lighted with the change. When I was
a girl the half hour or whole .hour af-
ter dinner was the abomination of des-
olation. The men stayed with their
wines and igars. The women ad-
journed to the drawing rooms and
manifestly did penance for their sins.
Some of them tried to be amiable and
kept up an invertebrate Conversation.
Some were openly, frankly bored, and
the advent of the men was hailed with
undisgulsed joy and relief. Now
things are altogether different in this
day and generation. To be sure, the
men often leave the table with the,
women, but even when they don't
there is no dull hour for the women.
Women are more interested in each
other than they used to be, or else they
are more interested in themselves.
Whichever it is, the result is the same
——increased animation and fluent con-
versation. When a number of women
are together nowadays they seem to
have a most hilarious time, and Con-
versation never flags for a moment. I
suppose it is because there are more
interests in the lives of women than
there were in the old days. One
doesn’t need to talk jam or servants or
children or clothes—though those sta-
ple topics are still hard worked, I'no-
tice. I’ve often seen a lock of actual
regret on the women’s faces when the
doors opened and the men came in. It
is a wholesome sign—Philadelphia
Press.
A Handsome Velvet IVaist.
This corsageds made of black velvet
and white satin. embroidered with
black silk cord. It is also very hand-
some when made of duck blue. green
or red velvet and the black embroidelfi
rd satin.
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'The front can be made of wash
cloud lace trimmed with rows of gath-
ered white satin baby ribbon, instead
of the embroidered satin, if one pre-
fers the change.
An Indian Child's Praver
Miss Mary P. Lord, a teacher on the
Sioux reservation, North Dakota, rn-
lates this touching little scene of wig-
wam life:
The infant daughter of One Bull
lay in her father's arms. sic}: unto
death. The face of the stoical ludian
gave no sign. but the tender grit t or a
parent was as keen in his breast as in
the heart of a white man.
A little daughter of a few years old
er stood by, looking pitifully at the
sick baby. Presently she said‘
“Papa, little sister ’IS going to heav-
en to-night. Let mepray.”
She knelt at her father’s knee, and
prayed in her Indian tongue: f‘le‘ather
God, little sister is coming to see you
{to-night. Please open the door softly
and let her in. Amen.”
Miss Lord’s little pupil is one exam-
ple of the education that begins with
the children to Ohristianize a pagan
race. This tiny girl is a granddaugh-
ter of the famous Sitting Bull. He
was a capable warrior and chief, but
a ruthless man and a savage. Her
father, One Bull, is one of the so-
called “good Indians," who have felt
tthe influence of civilization, and the
child herself. only three removes froth
barbarism. has
young disciple of the great teacher
who seeks the. highest welfare of men,
Whether civilized or uncivilized, “bond
or free."-—Youth‘s Companion,
A Ya; no 1'! "Inning.r
Woman 1141'
heart on her s.eeve in earnest.
swathos herself
of sombre and
which is preferably made of ten cloth
led this play. and their friends are ex
claiming—"How sensible!"
declared herself a.
taken to wearing her
Ac-
cordinglo one fashion she no longer
in gowns and veils
unwholesome black
when someone dies, but wears instead
a band of black on the coat sleeve.
Two New .York women who are now ' be 9"‘3i’te‘1 ,1" the public square of Ber-
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in mourning for their mothers, adopt- . . _
‘ lions. and dastg tied by Herr Began
A TALc. OF GOLD.
Dawson City Winners Are Ii..- marknb'e For 3
Then: Honesty.
Much has been written of the won-
tiers of the Klondike goldfields, a cor- ‘
respondent writes, but practically -
nothing has been saidvof the almost
phenomenal honesty of the miners.
What amazed me most during my first
few days in Dawson City was the reck-
less way in which miners left thou-
sands of pounds' worth of gold exposed
in empty cabins and tents, as if invit-
ing the first comer to 'help himself.
There were millions lying about with-
out anyone looking after them, and so
far as one could see, they belonged to
nobody.
I explored many of these cabins dur-
ing their owners’ absence, and in the
very first cabin I entered I saw a dirty,
tattered blanket carelessly thrown over
two mackerel kits. 'I lifted the blanket
and found that the kits were almost
full to the brim with gold dust and
nuggets to the value of at least £5,000.
The miner was out prospecting on
Bear Creek, and had no more anxiety
about his pile than if it; w re safely
housed in the Bank of England.
It was the same in nearly every cabin
I entered. Gold greeted me every-
where. There were shelves full of
oil-cans, meat-tins, fruit-jars, and
buckskin and Walrus bags packed with
the precious metal, all as unprotected
as if the," were full of potatoes.
One Norwegian miner on Hunker
Creek had made a. strong—box of a pair
of canvas overalls, the legs of which
he had sewn up. I lifted the uncanny
“safe” and found that it. weighed a
good 100103., every ounce of which was
virgin gold; and the least value I could
place on those dirty overalls was £35;
000.
There were five gallon oil—cans full
of gold carelessly pushed under the
miners’ bunks, every one of which held
a fortune, for which most men strove ,
a. lifetime.
Out on Eldorado Creek there is a set‘ 4
tlement of miners who have no fewer
than fourteen rich claims, and are
washing out gold at the rate of many
thousands of pounds a week. Their
strong room is a common galvanized
washing-tub, and when I was there it,
was three-quarters full of gold, and
much too heavy for two strong men to
lift. Had I been inclined I might
have pinched thousands of pounds'
worth. Gold abounded on every side
which seemed to belong to nobody.
Even if a miner leaves his cabin for a
week or.more, he simply leaves a. no-
tice to this effect attached to the walls.
He never thinks of putting a guard
over his pile.
Of course there have been attempts
at theft, but the perpetrators have been
invariably detected. In one recent
case the thief managed to carry his
booty a. distance (if ten miles, when
cold and exhaustion compelled him to
take shelter at the cabin of one of the
miners. His host’s suspicion was
aroused by the man’s conduct and by
the bags of gold, for which he could
not satisfactorily account.
The miner detained his guest, com-
municated with some of his fellows;
and fifteen of them assembled in‘ the
hut and sat in judgment on the thief.
He was found guilty, and half-a-dozen
bullets put a sudden end to his career.
Such cases, however, are very rare:
and it speaks volumes for the honesty
of the 40,000 men who are now gather-
ed in Dawson City that they can see
hundreds of thousands of pounds’
worth of gold lying about,.without even
thinking of laying hands on it.
To my mind by far the luckiest man
in the Klondike is a. man you have
probably never heard of—Halsey Put-
nam. Before coming to the Klondike,
Halsey had tried and failed in almost
every calling a man can follow, from
blacksmith to laborer in the Brooklyn
parks, and from printer to barman.
When he reached Dawson he had not
the necessary 50 cents for a shave;
and 1/21b. of meat at 70 cents a pound
would have put. him in the “Bank-
ruptcy Court.”
Within a few months Halsey hadi
mined and sold £14,000 worth of gold; 3
and today, after little more than a ‘,
year at his last. lucky venture, he could '
write you a cheque for £50,000, and yet I
retire on a. fortune.
_ BISMARCK SIATUE FOR BERLIN.
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do is to. he of bronze, of heroic proper
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Trait HC-i‘ t’S GRIEF.
That Committed
Neglected.
grief that Sonic
\‘-.‘ll€'ll left in it
acted for a short
time lry t.::~ir masters," said an old
minor, "I recall seeing a horse deliber-
ately commit suicide in three feet of
water because he had been deserted
for three days.
“The horse was owned by a man
named Jim Kelly, a well-known pros-
pector, who in July 1897, came into
Grand Forks. B. 0., after an absence
in the mountains of several weeks.
The animal was nothing but a com-
mon cayuse, on which Kelly some-times
rode and sometimes packed his out-
fit when the trails were steep and
diflicult. Naturally, the man and horse
became attached to each other by their
close compar‘onship and the little
marks of kindness shown in their lone—
ly camps, when Kelly would pet thr
tired cayuee and perhaps give him a
handful of sugar before be fed him
for the night. It was remarked by
thosc who met them that the t-ziyuse
showed an uncommon attaclznxtnt for
Kelly.
“Well on arriving in town Jim stak-
cd out his horse and bctook hint-set
to the Cosmos Hotel and proceeded to
sample all kinds of liquor, prolonging
his spree unfl Sunday afternoon. All
day Friday, and during Friday night
and until late Saturday afternoon the
cayuse waited. whinnying when any-
one approat-lu-d. but. viciously resented
any attempts to feed him. About sun-
set Saturday. his master not returning,
the. horse strained at his picket rope
until he finally succeeded in pulling
the picket pin, and, trailing the rope
behind him, he trotted up to the Gos-
mos. keeping up a prolonged whinny.
He walked up the steps and peered
anxiously through the windows in
search of lis master. l’or fifteen or
twenty minutes he walked up and
down the porch, whinnying as though
in great pain. Then, after a long look
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, into the windows. he left the porch,
and with head hanging near the
' ground, he walked into a. stream of
water about three feet deep, lay down
on his side and buried his head under
the water.
“The act was witnessed by- me and
by a number of others who were at-
tracted by the horse’s strange conduct.
“’0 followed him down to the creek.
There is no doubt he deliberately com-
mitted suicide. When Kelly came off
his spree on Sunday and learned of
the cayuse’s death he secured as-
sistance and buried. the faithful ani-
mal."——\Vashington Star.
AN AGED ROYAL PARROT.
Ducky, Owned bythe Princess of Wales,
I‘v’as Over 125 Years Old.
. One of the longest lived birds on rec-
ord died recently in London. It was a
parrot named Ducky, the property of
the Prince of Wales. and its age was
put at more than 125 years. Ducky
was a native of the United States of
Colombia, whence he was transported
to England in 1.1.3, and bought by
Prime Minister Pitt, who, in 1800, pre-
sented him to his master, George III.
From this d to on the bird was recog-
nized as part of the royal household,
with quarters at St. James. Ducky,
however, developed amazing conver-
sational powers. unaccompanied with
the proper leaven of discretion, and in
1850 he was sentenced to banishment
from St. James on the charge, it is
said, of divulging family secrets. 'In
his new dwelling place, Windsor Cas-
tle, Ducky acquired even worse habits.
Windsor accommodates a small garri-
son, and the parrot was quick to ac-
quire tl;e vernacular of Tommy At-
kins. The result was considered un-
suitable. to the well-known decorum of
the British court, and sentence of
banishment to Australia was passed
on the. offender. The amiable Princess
of Wales. howcv it, came to the rescue,
and Ducky was removed to- Sandring-
ham, where he remained'until the d'av
of his death. Great age though it be,
125 years is not considered by scien-
tific men as the absolute age limit of
a parrot. Sn reliable an observer as
Humboldt. whose statement in this
manner is accepted without question
by Illarwin, tellsof a parrot that must
have lived 201.) yars. The naturalist
I eat -e across the bird in South America.
and his reasons for crediting it with
such extraordinary longevity were
that he heard it use some words of
. a language spoken only by a tribe of
. Indians which have been extinct more
than 200 years—New York Sun.
“’itirsprcml \i’hispcrs.
The university of Michigan possesses
an architectural curiosity in the shape
of a whispering gallery. It is not so
well known as that in the Capital at
Washington. but it is one of the largest
and most perfect in the world. Its
length is perhaps greater than any
other.
The gallery of Gloucester Cathedral
transmits sounds a distance of seven-
ty-five'feet, and in the famous gallery
of St. Paul’s, London, the sound of the
voice can be heard acres-3,3; diameter
of one hundred feet, but the gallery at
the University of Michigan outdoes
both, for it carries the faintest whis-
per through a corridor one hundred
and sixty-four feet in length.
The gallery runs in the form of a.
half oval, about the north end ofthc
university art gallery, and was origi
nally intended for storage purposes.
Its cap-abilities as a whispering gallery
were accidentally discovered by a stu
debt. :1 them-her of the. faculty
who '-..'.‘i.~: evaluating the building whilr
it. was in process of construction.-
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emit ‘ll‘x-ee Press. ' ' ,
The M est. heautiful Mint-Fae. ‘
The late Empress Elizabeth of Aus-
tria, like her namesake of England.
was sensitive about her personal ap-
pearance, and regretted the ravages of
time to more ban the ordinary de-
gree. Her passion for violent riding
and long, very quick walks was con:
nectcd with her dread of becomi g
stout. She had brought on her recent
ill health by the rigidity with which
she dieted herself in order to avoid
adding to her weight. Although she
was rather tall, she made a “dint of
weighing less than seven stone. and
would practically starve herself for
sometime if she turned the Scale of the
weighing machine, that always stood
in her bed room, at anything beyond
that figure. This in her case had pro-
duced the anemia that was the direct
cause of the disorder of the heart for
which she had lately been treated.
The unfortunate Empress, like
Queen Elizabeth. hillside her portrait
to be taken when she had passed her
bloom. Tradition says that'Elizabeth
for many years before her death re-
fused to look in a mirror, but she had
the rsponslbilties of a queen rcgnant,
and could not exclude herself from
the eyes of her courtiers as the mod-
ern monarch did. it a curious ex-
ample of the irony of fate that the
most hideous portrait ever produced
of Queen Elisabeth is one of the few
that may now be seen in the National
Portrait Gallery. notwitstanding that
she ordered the absolute destruction of
every reproduction of it. It appears
in the form of a coin, showing her
very aged and perfectly hideous, with
a “nut-cracl~:er” nose and thin, hollow
cheeks and sunken eyes. The only ex-
ample of the coin, I believe, is the spo~
cimen now on show in that most prom-
inent position. The Empress Eliza-
beth was under no obligation to ap-
pear on ordinary coins. and on the few
medals and orders on which she ap-
pears in the company of the emperor
a youthful [Nil'iil'Illt is always to be
Seen. (lrowire; (aid is hard to all of us,
no doubt. but to :lic beauty it is a ter-
rible tragedy. —— Illustrated London
News.
All the Truants Love Her.
Mrs. M. E. It. Alger, who is doing
some remarkable missionary work
among the tr rant sch‘colboys of the
West Side. accomplishes many a con-
quest by her ability to adapt herself
to the boys’ comprehension. The
way she talks to these little rascals
is perfectly charming, says Harper’s
Bazar,
The other morning one of them was
captured by an attendance officer and
reprimanded severely for milking the
cows in the stock yards on the sly.
His 10“,: harangue had no effect, but
when Mrs. Alger appeared, things as-
sumed a different aspect. In her sun-
ny way she said:
“I don’t believe that you are a
naughty boy, really; you’re just
naughty in spo ts. When you walked
out of school to play truant, the bad.
ness was in your, feet; when you stole
those flowers in the park last month.
and when you milked those cows this
morning. it was in your hands. Just.
now, when you sat there thinking
what to do next, it was in your head.
Don’t you think so?”
The boy nodded. This novel meth-
od of procedure was making an im-
pression.
"Now, I’m willing to give you an-
other chance." continued Mrs. Alger.
“i think your teacher down at the
Truant School can tell you something
that will get that badness out of your
head; then you will be good all over.
Your heart’s all right, I know, be-
cause you love your mother, and
you’re fond of me; so help your teach-
er all you can. and she will pull you
through all right."
The boy seemed to grow an inch tall-
er under the encouragement, and
walked away with a brisk Step and a
determination in his eye that promised
well for his future behavior.
Vilnius Shirt “’aists.
White waists promise to find even
greater favor than formerly, and
some of the shirt waist girls have al-
ready declared their intention of wear-
ing no other.
The white waist certainly has some
advantages. It does not fade and as a
rule takes starch well, which thOSe
made of the soft gingham refuse to do.
'On the other hand, white is not so
becomine‘; generally as some of the
soft shades, and it is'especially trying
in thick cotton goods. such as are used
in the swell waist. Most women who,
last season tried shirt waists made of
washable silk say that they will never
wear cotton ones again. The silk
waist looks extravagant to one who
looks- no further than first cost, for
silk at less than seventy-live cents
or one dollar a yard can-
not be depended upon to wash well.
But; such silk .vears at leaSt three sea-
sons and does not fade in the least.
Added to this. it has the merit of be-
ing soft, cool and becoming, and is to
be had in the Host exquisite colorings.
The plain silks make quite dressy
waists, while those that are striped
have no end of style.
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' A Debutante Idea.
Now and then a debutante has a
really clever idea.
Recently one of our Boston girls dis-
tinguished herself for her graceful
tact. She was bountifully remember-
ed with bouquets [of the rarest and
choicest flowers. They were effective-
ly bangked’netar her. .. Instead of carry-
ing Just one_.bou'quet the entire even-
ing. tile. tactful. maiden. changed... bou-
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He—Have you ever had your ears ‘
pierced?
She—No; but I’ve often had them
bored.
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AN APT PUPIL. :_; a
Miss Thirdseasonv-t .- ..c to see you
going into society, darling. You are
so young and sweet and good.
Miss Budd—Never mind, I can learn.
PLENTY or ’EM LEFT. ,-
“Ah! James, you’ve broken all the'
good resolutions you made last
Thanksgiving. ”
“Yes, sir; but I am thankful I can
make others just as good.”
A LUCID EXPLANATION. .24]
He—Ah, I saw you on the street yes-
terday—-
She—Yes, I saw that you did; and
you saw that I did not see you, did
you not?-—Truth.
DARKTOVVN {EGIMENT IN CAMP.
, .
Sergeant—Put out dat light.
Voice Within—Dat’s the moon, sah-
gent. ‘
Sergeant—Don’t keer what it am;
put it out.——Now York Herald.
DIDN'T FORGET HIS MANNERS.
m‘y'éu'lipijéigggfaé, mum, rn lean-
firm"
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