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CHAPTER II.In the breathless stillnesseof a tropical

afternoon, when the air was hut andheavy, and the sky brazen and cloudless, the shadow of the Malabar laysolitary on the surface of the glitteringsea.The sun had just got low enough to

peep beneath an awning and awaken ayoung man, in an undress military uni-form, who was dozing on a coil of rope."Hang it!" said he, rising, with the

weary sigh of a man who has nothingto do. "I must have been asleep;" andthen, bolding by a stay, he terped aboutand looked down Itite-the-witist of theship.

Save for the man at the wheel andthe guard at the quarter railing, he wasalone on the deck. On the forecastle,some half-dozen soldiers were playingat cards, or watching the fishing lineshanging over the cat heads.So far the appearance of the vessel

differed In nowise from that of an ordi-nary transport. But in the waist acurious sight presented itself. It wasas though one had built a cattle penthere. At the foot of the feremamt,and at the quarter deck, a strong bar-

ricade, loop-holed and furnished withdoors for ingress and egress, ran across

the deck from bulwark to bulwark. Out-side this cattle pen an armed sentrystood on guard; inside, standing, sittingor walking monotonously, within rangeof th• shining barrels in the arm-cheat,were some sixty men aud boys, dressedin uniform gray. This men and boys

were prisoners and the cattle pen wastheir exercise ground. Their prison wasdown the main hatchway, and the bar-ricade, continued down, made its side-walls.

It was the fag-end of the two hours'exercise, graciously permitted each af-

ternoon, and the prisoners were enjoy-

ing themselves. It was not, perhaps, sopleasant as under the awnings, but thatsacred shade was only for such great

men as the captain and his officers, Sur-geon Pine, Lieut. Maurice Frere and,

most importaet_ pereonages of ell, Cap-tain Vickers and his wife.That the convict leaning against the

bulwarks would like to have been able

to get rid of his enemy, the sun, for a

moment, was probable enough. His com-panions, sitting on the combings of the

main hatch, or crouched in carelessfashion on the shady side of the bard-'cads, were laughing and talking, withmerriment hideous to contemplate; butbe, with cap pulled over his brows, andhands thrust into the pockets of hiscoarse gray garments, held aloof fromtheir dismal joviality.The lowbrowed, coarse-featured ruf-

fians grouped about the deck cast manya leer of contempt at the solitary figure,but their remarks were confined to ges-tures only. There are degrees in crime,and Rufus Dawes, the convicted felon.who had but escaped the ',Bows to toilfor all his life in irons, was a man ofmark. He had been tried for the rob-bery and murder of Lord Belles's. Thefriendless vagabond's lame story of find-ing oft the Heath a dying man wouldnot have availed him but for the curi-ous fact sworn to by the landlord of theSpaniard.' Inn, that the murdered no-bleman had shaken his head when askedif the prisoner was his in. Thevagabond was acquitted of the murder.but condemned to death' for the rob-bery, and Loudon, which took some in-terest in the trial, considered him for-tunate when his sentence was commutedto transportation for life.The young man on the deck caught

sight of the tall figure leaning againstthe bulwark., and It gave him an excuseto break the monotony of his employ-ment."Here, you!" he called out, "get out

of the gangway!"Rufus Dawes was not in the gang-

way—was, in fact, • good two feet fromIt—but at the sound of I.ieut. Frede'svoive he started, and went obedientlytoward the hatchway.

"I'll make some of you fellows ertuirt.if you don't have a care," went on theangry Free,. "Insolent blackguards!"And then the noise of the sentry, on

the quarter deck below Itlm, groundingarms, turned the current of his thoughts.A thin, tall, soldier-like man, with •cold blue eye, and prim features, cameout of the cuddy below, handing out afair-haired, affected, mincing lady of

. middle age. Captain Vickers, of Mr.Frere's\regiment, ordered for service inVan Diemen's Land, was bringing hislady on deck to get an appetite for din-ner.Mrs. Vickers was forty-tyro, and had

been a garrison belle for eleven wearyyears before she married prim JohnVickers. The marriage was not • happyone. Vickers found his wife extra••-rant, vain, and snappish, and she 'foundhim harsh, disenchanted, and common-place. A daughter, horn two years af-ter their marriage, wan the only linkthat bound the Ill-assorted pair. ViekersIdolised little Sylvia, and upon the rec-ommendation of a long sea voyage for hisfalling health, he insisted upon bringingthe child with him. Mrs. Vickers fol-lowed her husband with the best graceshe could muster. When fairly out tosea she employed the Intervals betweenscolding her daughter and her maid, Infascinating the boorish young lieutenant,Maurice Frere.

Fascination wee in integral portion ofJulia Vickers' nature; admiration wasall she lived for; and even in a convictship, with her humband at her elbow, shemuse flirt, or perish of mental inani-tion. There was no harm in the crea-ture. She was simply a vain, middle-

aged woman, and Frere took her atten-tions for what they were worth. Run-ning down the ladder, cap in hand, heoffered his assistance.'Thank you, Mr. Frere. These hor-

rible ladders. I really—he, he!—quite

tremble at them. Het! Yes, dear me,

most oppressive. John, the cemp stool.

Pray, Mr. Frere--oh, thank you! Syl-

via! Sylvia! John, ha is you my smell,

lag salts? Still a calm, I !Suppose,

These dreadful calmer'Vickers, with a bow to Frere, saw his

wife uji the ladder, and then turned

for his daughter. M. was a delicate

looklag child of alg years old, with blue

eyes and bright hair. Little Miss Syl-

via was privileged to go anywhere and

do anything. and even convictism abut

its foul mouth in her presence. Run-

ning to her father's side, the child chat-

tered with all the volubility of flattered

self-esteem. She ran hither and thither,

asked question., invented answers,

laughed, sung, gamboled, peered into the

compass case, felt In the pockets of the

man at the helm, put her tiny hand

into the big palm of the officer of tbe

watch, even ran down to the quarter

deck and pulled the coat tails of the

sentry on duty.At last, tired_ef running about, she

took a little stirpacrlesther ball from

the bosom of her frock, and, calling to

her father, threw it up to him.' He

returned it, and shouting with laugh-

ter, dapping her hands between each

throw, the child kept up the game.In the midst of this mirth the officer

of the watch, glancing round the fast-

crimsoning horizon, paused abruptly,

and, shading his eyes with his hand,

looked out intently to the westward.

Frere, who found Mrs. Vickers conver-

sation a little tiresome, and had been

glancing from time to time at the com-

panion, as though in expectation of

some one appearing, noticed the action.

"What is it, Mr. Best?" •

"I don't know exactly. It looks to me

like a cloud of smoke." And taking the

glass, he swept the horizon."Let me see," said Frere, and he

looked also.On the extreme horizon, just to the

left of the sinking sun, rested a tiny

black cloud. The gold and crimson,

splashed all about the sky, had over-

flowed around it, and rendered a clear

view almost impossible."I can't quite make it out," says

Frere, handing back the telescope. "We

can see as soon as the sun goes down

a little."By and by Captain Blunt appeared,

and taking the glass from his officer,

looked through It long and carefully.

Then the mizzen top was appealed to,

and declared that he could see nothing;

and at last the sun went down with a

jerk, as though it had slipped through a

silt in the sea, and the black spot, swal-

lowed up in the gathering haze, was

seen no more.As the sun sank, the relief guard came

up the after hatchway, and the relieved

guard prepared to superintend the de-scent of the convicts. At this moment

Sylvia missed her ball, which, taking

advantage of a sudden lurch of the ves-

sel, bopped over the barricade, and roll-ed to the feet of Rufus Dawes.The bright spot of color rolling across

the white deck caught his eye; stoop-

ing mechanically, he picked up the ball

and stepped forward to return it The

door of the barricade was open, and the

sentry did not notice the prisoner pass

through it. In another instant he was

on the sacred quarter deck.Heated with the game, her cheeks

aglow, her eyes sparkling, her golden

hair afloat, Sylvia bad turned to leapafter her plaything, but even as sheturned, from under the shadow of theruddy glided a round white arm; and •shapely hand caught the child by thesash and drew her back. The next mo-meat the young man in gray had placedthe toy in her hand.

Maurice Frere. descending the lad-

der, had not witnessed this little inci-dent; on reaching the deck, he saw onlythe unexplained presence of the convictuniform."Thank you," said a voice, as Rufus

Dawes stooped before the pouting Syl-via.The convict raised his eyes and sew

a young girl of eighteen or nineteenyears of age, tall, and well developed,who, dressed in • loose-sleeved robe ofsome white material, was standing inthe doorway. She had black hair, coiledaround a narrow and Set head, a smallfoot, white skin, well-shaped hands, andlarge, brown eyes; and as she smiled athim her scarlet lips showed her white,even teeth.He knew her at once. She was Sarah

Purfoy, Mrs. Vicker's maid, but he nev-

er had been so dose to her before: andIt seemed to him that he was in the pres-

ence of some strange tropical Sower,which exhaled • heavy and intoxicatingperfume.Rufus Dawes was seized from behind

by his collar and flung with a shockupon the deck. Leaping to his feet, hisfirst impulse was to rush upon his as-sallaut, but he saw the ready bayonetof the seotry gleam, and he checked him-self with an effort, for his assailant wasMr. Maurice Frere."What do you here?" asked that gen-

tleman. "You lazy, skulking hound,what brings you here? If I catch youputting your foot on the quarter deckagain I'll give you • week in irons."Rufus Dawes, pale with rage and

mortification, opened his mouth to jus-tify himself, hut he allowed the words todie on his lips. What was the use?"Go down below, and remember what

I've told you," cried Frere; and compre-

hending at once what had occurred, hemade a mental minute of titti name of thedefaulting sentry.The convict., wiping the blood from

Ida face, turned on his heel without aword, and went tear through the strongoak door into his den. Frere leaned for-ward and took the girl's shapely handwith an easy gesture, but she drew itaway, with s flash of her black eyes."You coward!" she said.The stolid soldier close behind them

heard it and his eye twinkled. Free.bit his thick lips with mortification, as

he followed the girl into the ruddy.Sarah Purfoy, however, taking the as-tonished Sylvia by the hand, glided intoher mistress' cabin with • scornful laughand .hut the door behind her.

CHAPTER III.Convictism having been safely got un-

der hatches, and put to bed in Its gov-ernment allowance of sixteen inches ofapace per man, cut • little short by eel-sondes of shipboard, the caddy waswont to pass some not unpleasant even-ings. Mrs. Viekere, who was poeticaland versed a guitar, was also Minkel,and sung to It. Captain Blunt was a

Jovial, coarse fellow; Surgeon Plus had

• masts fog gory telling, while If Vick-ers Wlia sometimes dull, Fevre wee al-

ways hearty. Moreover, the table waswell served, and the sultry eveningspassed away with a rapidity of whichthe wed beasts 'tweeu decks had noconception. On this particular even-ing, however, the ruddy was dull. Din-ner fell list, and conversation languish-ed."No signs of a breeze. Mr. Beier

asked Blunt as the fine officer cams Inand took his seat."None, sir.""These--he be!--awful calms," says

Mrs- Vickers. "A week, is it not, Cap-tain Blunt?""Thirteen days, mum," growled Blunt.

"It is infamous the way they crowdthese ships. Here we have over twohundred souls on board, and not boatroom for half of 'em.""Two hundred souls! Surely not,"

says Vickers. "By the regtriatione.--_.

"One hundred and eighty gonvicte,fifty soldiers, thirty ,In ithip's crew, alltold, and—how many?—ons, two, three—seven In the ruddy. How many doyou make that?""We are just a little crowded this

time," says Best."It is very wrong," says Vickers,

pompously, "very wrong. By the regu-lations---"But the subject of the regulations was

even more distasteful to the ruddy thanPine's interminable anecdotes, and Mrs.Vickers hastened to change the subject."Are you not heartily tired of this

dreadful life, Mr. Frere?""Well, it is not exactly the life I

had hoped to lead," said Frere, rub-bing a freckled hand over his stubbornred hair; "but I must make the bestof it.""Yes, indeed," said the lady, In that

subdued manner with which one com-ments upon a well-known incident, "itmust have been a great shock to you tobe so suddenly deprived of so large a,be

r "Not only that, but to find that theblack sheep who got it all sailed forIndia within a week of my uncle's death!Lady Devine got a letter from him onthe day of the funeral to say that hehad taken his passage in the Hydappesfor Calcutta, and never- meant to comeback again.""Sir Richard Devine left no other

children?""Nu; only this mysterious Dick, whom

I never saw, but who must have hatedme.""Dear, dear! These family quarrels

are drvdufl things. Poor Lady Devine,to lose in one day ainsband slur ason!"

"And the next morning to hear of themurder of her cousin! You know thatwe are connected with the Bellasis tam.ily. My aunt's father married a sisterof the second Lord Bellasis.""Indeed. That was a horrible mur-

der. So you think that the dreadful maayou pointed out the other day did it?"The fury seemed to think not," said

Mi. Frere, with a laugh "but I don'tknow anybody else who could have amotive for it. However, I'll go on deckand have a smoke.""I wonder what induced that old

hunks of a shipbuilder to try and cutoff his only son in favor of a' cub ofthat sort." said Surgeon Pine to Cap-tain Vickers, as the broad back of Mr.Maurice Frere disappeared up the com-panion. •"Some boyish follies abroad, I believe;

self-made men are always impatient ofextravagance. But it Is hard uponFrere. He is not a bad sort of fellow,

for all his roughness; and when a young

man finds that an accident deprives him

of a quarter of a million of money and

leaves him without I sixpence beyond

his commission in a marching regimentunder orders for a convict settlement

he has some reason to rail against fate."

"How was it that the son came in

for the money, after all, then?"

"Why, It seems that when old Devine

returned from sending for his lawyer to

alter his will, he got a fit .of apoplexy

—the result of his rage, I suppose—and

when they opened his room door in the

morning they found him deed.""And the lion's away on the sea some-

where," said Mr. Vickers, "and knows

nothing of his good fortune. It is quite

a romance.""I am glad that Frere did not get

the money," said Pine, grimly sticking

to his prejudice; "I have seldom seen

a face I liked lees, even among my yel-

low jackets yonder.""Oh, dear, Doctor Pine! How can

you?" interrupted Mrs. Vickers. 'John,

I will go on deck."

At the signal, the party rose.

(To us continued.)

JOHN BARRRTT.

Ono et this Renuurluablii Tsang Ileaet the Unite& Stsites;

One of the remarkable young men

who are to have important parts in

building Visele Sam's gijt waterway

acro4 the Isth-

mus jt Panama,

Is Jo n Barrett,

the United States

minister to Pan-

ama. This is the

third time he has

served as a Uni-

ted States minis-

ter.Born In Graf-

ton, Vt., Novem-

Joel( BARRETT. ber 28, 1886, he

was the son of a country gentleman,

of good education, a college graduate,

but without the means to send the

son to college. But the boy went te

Dartmouth of his own accord and by

corresponding for newspapers, acting

as class monitor and milking cows for

farmersin the neighborhood he earned

the money to pay for his tuition. Ile

was always busy and when he left

college he had some money in his

pocket In 1889, with his diploma, he

went to California and taught in Oak-

land Seminary, after *Web he went

to work as a newspaper writer. Be

met the people who came across the

Pacific from the Orient and he began

studying the possibilities of trade for

our people with the eastern nations.

A syndicate sent him to the far east

to investigate and he wrote letters

which attracted wide attention. Re-

turning, he was asteociated with vari-

ous newspapers and finally became

editor of the Portland (Ore.) Telegram.

In which he continued to carry on his

Oriental trade propaganda. The re-

sult was that all the business men

of the coast asked President Cleveland

to appoint him minister to Siam. The

President sent for Barrett and asked

Iiim`what he knew about Siam.

"Why, that's the country the fam-

ous twins came from," replied Barrett.

"Well, well," responded Mr. Cleve-

land, "I'm glad to find someone who

knows something about the country

to which he is going as minister."

The appointment was made. Bat,'

was ,then but 27—the youngest

diplomat ever sent out by this gov-

ernment. Barrett traveled through

Oriental countries, sending to the

State department such information as

it had never before received. He was

In the Philippines before and after

Dewey's victory. In 1899 he returned

to, this country, and performed gov-

ernment service of various kinds. He

traveled 50,000 miles In eastern lands

In behalf of the Louisiana Purchase

Exposition and a few years ago was

made minister to Argentina.

A story which Illustrates Barretre

versatility is told. He was campaign-

ing in New England for Presideut

Roosevelt, dressed in Prince Albert

coat, immaculate shirt front and gray

striped trousers, will) a shining silk

tile as headgear. In urging the farm-

ers he said, "I know what it is to

work on a farm myself."

A country youth called this a bluff

and ventured to guess that the speaker

never milked a cow. Barrett replied

that be had not only milked a cow,

but would bet UM, the money to go

to a local charity, that he could milk

faster than the youth. The wager

was accepted, a cow was brought out

on the platform and there the contest

took place. Barrett winning.

ConviCt'il Invention.

Referring to the fact that the new

Jail in Newburg, when completed will

have an automatic arrangement tor

locking and unlocking a series of egld

doors or a single one in any tieetioet.

the Port Jervis Gazette says the idea

originated with Roy Schoonover, a

criminal in this county, a noted char-

acter In his day, and for many years

an inmate of Sing Ring prison!

Schoonover took kindly to prison dis-

cipline and In time came to regard the

huttitutiou as his home. He wan what

is known in prison parlance as a

"trusty," and Was given conaidertible

liberty by authorities of the ittetitu-

thin. Ile was 'sometimes; even sent on

errands outside of the prison. on one

such ovella1011 he remained away until

after the usual hour for closing and

was lockhl out by the turnkcy and

unable to gain admission until morn-

ing. As soon an the doors were open

he sought out the offending official and

berated hini severely for his action.

Inside the prison walls Schoonover's

character slid conduct were wholly

exemplary, but he found it difficult to

conform to the regulations of civilised

society, and hence was never long at

liberty. He polinensed considershie in-

ventive talent, and in said to have in-

tented and perfected the original de-

vice for automatic locking and unlock-

ing of switches now employed in most

of the prisons end penitentlarlee of

the United States.- -Walden IN. Y.)

Citizen.

A Tree l'hiloeophsr.

A dog has attained the highest emi-

nence to er reached by a philosopher

when he can forget hie fleas.- -Romer

vele Journal.

MARGARET ASTOR CHANLER.

New York Soetety Wiseman Who Con-doet• • "sanitary" Dairy.

Sanitary dairying has become a prac-

tical hobby of Miss Margaret Astor

Chanter, of the famous New York

house of Astor. At Barrytown, N. Y.,

she may be found three-fourths of the

year, roaming over her broad acres, di-

recting the farm work and supervising

silas MARGARIT ASTOR CHASLER.

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much Cattle. The herd Is valued at

$1,500, and from It the dairymen get

200 quarts of milk a day. About a

year ago the sanitary dairying was In-

troduced and the creamery was fitted

with all the latest devices for refrig-

eration and sterilization. Floors, walls

and ceilIng'Were built of solid composi-

tion cement, and every bit of appa-

ratus and fixture in the place is con-

structed of galvanized zinc, heavily

plated with aluminum. With the cow

barn and piggery it is the same. The

cow barn was built at great cost, after

the most improved designs. It is not

a large building—only one story high,

80 by 40 feet in dimension. Walls,

ceiling and floors are of the same com-

position cement as the creamery. The

stanchions are of steel piping, with

aluminum plate. Everything In the

barn is aluminum plated, even to the

three-legged milking stools. The ceil-

ing is dome shaped, being twenty feet

from the floor to the top and eight

feet from the floor on the sides. The'

walla are ten inches thick, with a

four-inch space between outer and in-

ner wall, running entirely around the

building. Outlets and inlets for this

air space are provided by means of a

large opening in the center of the

dome, and circular openings a foot

in diameter along the side walls fifteen

feet apart.

These openings are cut into loth the

Inside and outside walls, and open and

shut automatically. They can be reg-

ulated so that all the outside openings

will be closed in severe weather, or al-

ternated with those on the inside, open

and shut. This ventilation system is

unique and effective.The stable is drained by means of

troughs in the cement floor behind

each stall. These are flushed three

times a day from taps In the walls.

The cows are milked by Mr. House

and his assistant twice a day—at 5:30

In the morning and at 4:30 in the even-

ing—the milkers wearing white coats,

trousers and gloves, which are laun-

dered and sterilized after each milking.

Milk is drawn into thoroughly steril-

ized, galvanized iron, aluminum-plated

pails, and carefully removed to the

creamery, where it is poured into ster-

ilized glass bottles, closed with caps

bearing the certification of the State

Silk Commission, and "sealed with a

seal bearing the farm stamp. The bot-

tles are then placed in a galvanized

Iron, aluminum-plated cooler to await

shipment to New York City, where

they are sold at 12 cents a quart

The cOWS, too, are washed and

scrubbed every day as careSully its the

fashionable babies who "'partake of

their milk, and are nied with the same

regularity and care three times each

day. Directly after milking and at

noon they receive their eight quarts of

gluten meal and wheat bran, which is

selected and prepared with great care,

the strictly scientific methods that pre-

vail In her splendid dairy, which has

such an enviable reputation that milk

from it sells readily for 12 cents a

quart The farm is called Rokeiky, and

It Is the old Astor homestead. The pigs

are clear-skinned and dainty enough to

be decorated with pink ribbons. The

chickens are of the finest street and

the cows are gentle mannered and of

aristocratic lineage.

The farm Is ideally located on the

east bank of the Hudson, with a re:

marksbly pfcturesque View of the river

and the Catskills. On the estate of 130

acres are the stone and brick mansion,

the stable, with eight carriages, the

gardener's cottage, the cow barn, the

dairy cottage, the creamery and tile

pig bowies. Besides there are tennis

courts, arbors, etc. The farm, outside

It. dairy and piggery features, does not

differ from others, the pride of the

estate are the thirty-two Guernsey and

Jersey cows and the fifteen white

(Amstar pigs, Seldom does one see

Prolit in Raising Sheep.

An official report of the„Department

of Commerce and Labor declares that

for years to come there will be more

money In sheep than In any other ag-

ricultural product, and that the Amer-

ican farmer, above all others, Is in a

position to profit by this condition.

The reason why sheep raising Is to

be so profitable Is to be found in the

fact that the flocks of the world are

declining at an alarming rate. In a

little more than thirty'years, or since

1873, this decline shows a loss of no

fewer than 93.000,000 head, an average

of more than 3,000,010 a year. At the

present time the American farmer has

the bulk of the sheep trade with Great

Britain, but he is not a factor ill the

mutton market, and last year he fur-

nished only three-tenths of 1 per cent

of the wool imports of Great Britain,

The British trade in sheep imports

last year was 382,240, and' of these

the United States supplied 294,804. But

while the British imported 3,530,039

hundredweights of mutton in 1904, the

American farmer supplied only 7,420

hundredweights Of this vast amount,

Great Britain imported 814.468,010

pounds of wool last year, but bought

only 1.067,850 pounds from the Ameri-

can farmer. It may thus be seen

what in Immense field of trade, even

withone nation alone, Is open to Amer-

ican enterprise In a single agricultural

product Argentina, Australia and New

Zealaad largely supplied the British

trade in mutton and wool last year.

HANGING OF A WOMAN.

re mar Result /a the Abolition et

Capital Punialanonat.

With the execution of Mrs. Mary

Mabel Rogers at Windsor it Is not Im-

possible that the hue hanging has

taken 'Louie In Vermont

There has for many years been a

strong feeling in the Green Mountain

State that capital punishment should

be abolished and on several occasions

the Legislature has come close to do-

ing away with the supreme penalty.

The cold-blooded manner in which

Mrs. Rogers killed her husband—en-

ticing him to a river bank, binding

him in the course of pretended play,

chloroforming him and throwing him

into the river at Bennington—:created

a demand for her execution which out-

weighed both the' sentiment against

capital punishment and the natural re-

pugnance against hanging a woman.

But, now that the woman Is dead, es-

pecially as the execution was not en-

tirely devoid of mistakes in calcula-

tion—the old feeling against the State

taking, human lift Is gaining in force.

The anti-hanging forces in the Legis-

lature will now be strdnger than ever.

The case of Mrs. Rogers was the

most sensational that ever figured in

the annals of Vermont. The murder

was committed In August, 1902, and

Her Lest R t.

"So you refuse me?" sighs the dis-

consolate lover. "Then listen. I shall

go far, far away. Time and distance

shall swallow me up. I shall never

see your face again."

"Before you go, Harold," whispered

the gyurl, "there Is one favor I would

ask of you."

"YearHe turns with hope rekindled in his

heart."While you are going to the far

place you mention, would you mind

sending me picture post card, from

each stopping point? I ern making a

post card album, and if you would—"

But with a hollow groan he has tied

from her slde.—Judge.

mria.8.18sphse 7"

Cayenne.

Zipailillawa.

"Why is it," said the young man

with long hair, "that the average wo-

man would rather marry money than

titakes lees chance," answered

"The average women

is a better judge of money than she

is of brains."—WashIngton Star.

Katie Postmen en Illevetess.

In the upper part of Rafiirland in

South Africa a postal service of motor-

cycles ridden by natives has been es-

tablished. The natIvem and their ma-

chines carry the mall seventy mlleit:

The woodpecker moat be a neer.

stitious bird, always knock's, IS

wood.

YRS. MARY M. ROGERS.

after her conviction she was sentenced

to be executed in January, 1905. The

Legislature was appealed to to inter-

fere but refused. After that no less

than three reprieves were granted, the

woman coming on two occasions with-

in a few hours of the gallows. Even

the Supreme Court, of the United

States 'was appealed to on a question

of constitutionality. Up to the day

before the actual execution the woman

had not lost hope, but the Governor

refused to interfere for a fourth time.

A petition signed by 30,000 women

asking for clemency was ignored by

the chief executive, who felt that he

was not called on to interfere after

the case had been so thoroughly ven-

tilated in the courte. The woman was

cool and kept up her courage to the

last

EDISON PREDICTS NEW

WONDERS OF SCIENCE.

Electrical marvels which will aston-

ish the world are predicted by Thomas

A. Edison, the inventor, who declared

in an Interview in New York that the

problems of aerial navigation and

rapid transit acros the seas would soon

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be solved. Electricity, he nays, will

soon be generated by direct process,

without the intervention of steam, and

with this discov...ry will come a practi-

cal revolution of human affairs.

What Eddie Was Reiwil•••

• New England father who be-

lieves that children should be nourish-

ed on good literature as well as on

good food has always read the Eng-

lish classics aloud to his only son.

Eddie, now six years old.

A friend of the family, knowing of

thls practice, recently asked Eddie

whet be was reeding.

"A Wavering novel," was his reply.

Not Doniostie.

Mrs. Hiram Often—Isn't it ridiculous

to speak of the servant girls as "do-

mestics 7"

Mr. Hiram Often—Why? You mean

because most of thew -titre "Imported?.

Mrs. Hiram Often—Well, no; be-

cause they never stay in at night.—

Philadelphia Press.

When a man says that he has not a

friend in the town where be eves, you

ican depend on it that the town is not

to blame.

The average men thinks about the

worst thing In the world Is • doctors

bill until be meets an undertaker's.

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