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AN OLD TIME CANDY PULL IWhen the wintry lnr are wlnkln Wiiiklu' nt I hi' brink u' ulght, 'An' tho palp cold moon In Hliikin', Slnkln' slowly out o' night; Then a lil I n kin' thro' my kIiikkcii, My heart gets nwi'lliii' full, An' I niiml the ImiIm nu' IiikhJcs At aa old time candy pull. EThnr was Mnnily Jones, the Parson's gal, Land mikes! Imw my heart jiiinpitl lAa' Tummy Brown, in xloiit a pul As ever took life' tliumpN: ' 'An' Betsy Smith nn' Jlminony Hill, An' Sum nn' Mnry Duwd. (WlioHn dnddy owned the ol' grist mill An lull mure of the crowd! I mind we met at old Dowd'a place Ilia kitchen wait the best An' tlio music o' the ol' mill race Kept time to (ulp au' Jt ; Thou when (he 'tassei wai blled down,' I tell you It win fun To pull It to a golden lirowg Till It was proper dune! Then how we dnneed the 'Glny Reci, Chock full o' aiinp an' spunk All hand around now toe an' beell Each IiihhIo with a hunk O' yellow 'lasses candy Betwixt her Inughin' Hps E? bedtime! Dear me, Mandy! Don't it bent all how time alipi ' TWO WIVES. "It's growu chilly, linsn't It?" "Ob, yes," said Agues Law ton, with a sarcastic laugh. Sue was huddling In her dapper street gear before the pea iiou of crackling flame on her friend's hearth. "It's blown horribly chilly, Marlon for me!" "Another quarrel, I suppose, with your husband?" "A quarrel this time Hint ends every thing. I'm going to my mother in Bos- iton." "Don't, my dear." Marlon Klngsland spoke thus In tones tniiKjiiil and low. She was swaying herself softly In a rocking chair, and she hud folded her arms In a leisurely .way. She was a large, blonde woman 1 not handsome, but with a beautiful figure and a face full of sweet gravity "Oh, you've always said that," replied young Mrs. I.nwton, frowning nt the Are. "Hut now I mean to disobey your counsel." "Very well, Agnes; as you please, Remember I've always said one thing. lour husband loves you devotedly' "Ah, that's the very point, Marlon! lie loves me, but not devotedly, lie" and here Mrs. Lawton lowered her face and drew out the next words In n dogged, dragging undertone "he Is not faithful." mi. mi 11 - - - aue oKeiiiaiioiiH or Mrs. kingsinnd s rocking chair quickened tho least little Mt "What husband Is?" ! "Yours." "Oh, Trent-yes! I wasn't thinking of lllm." Sim Colored, hltlnrr lini Una '"What is the present trouble, Agues? Tell me." "It's very simple. I found a note In 'Fred's I menu Mr. Law ton's overcoat pocket" my uenr Agnes, wnat were you doing there?" "Doing there?" "You were spying Jealously spying," paid Marlon, with her usual calm. "Ad mit it." "You're cruder than usual, Marlon. 1 was a fool to come here. Mamma will sympathize, however. I shall take the 3 o'clock train for Boston." "Was the note very dreadful?" "Oh, It told Its own story. And, ns you're aware, this Is uot tho Urst time-" "That you've gone through your hus bnud's pockets? I know. And tho sig nature?" "IulLlals." "I see. And a very violent quarrel followed." "Tho most violent we have ever had. And the last we shall ever have." Marlon Kingsinnd stopped rocking. "Agnes," she said, breaking a pause, "I don't know n husband who in public is moro respectful, more attentive, more positively gallant to his wife than yours." "In public!" brlstltd the other. "What does that menu?" "It means a great deal more than many a wife gets many a wife of our acquaintance whom I've heard you openly pity in my hearing. Now an swer me frankly. Might not thnt letter which you found and rend have Im plied a nidation, a passing sentiment, rather than the very lurid and scandal ous Interpretation you put upon It I nay, might It not? Think for a moment before you answer." Agnes tossed her head, decked In a tiny bonnet of tangled panslcs. "Well, perhaps," she presently con ceded, with distinct reluctance. "Perhaps," repented Marlon. "Now that Is nt least an admission. It puts Frederick In a more pardonnblo light Hut It docs not excuse you from being most rashly Indiscreet." "Oh," fumed Agnes, "I do so detest that kind of philosophy!" "We wonieu can cultlvnte none that Is sounder." "We women, Marlon! How would you feel, pray, if your Trent-" "Never mind my Trent, dear. Let us talk generalities for a few minutes. There's hardly a household that bnsu't Its Hluclteiird's chamber." "Except yours. And so you can afford-" "Generalities, please, Agnea. Just for a little while. There are Patimas who do pry, and there are Katlmas who don't The latter have by far the best time of It that Is, when their Blue beards treat them fondly and cour teously. Discretion Is a wonderful safeguard to conjugal contentment The moral obligation with men should be as strcig as it Is with women. I freely grant you that Rut society does not grant It and la the lives of our icvst-grent-great-grfludehlldren It will sot practically employ any such system of ethics unless I miserably err. It is a system talked about, written about, and, If at some day It will be actively exploited, on thnt day everybody who now lives will lie, as I firmly believe, In graves whose deepest cut headstones have grown undecipherable blurs. The new woman may dream her dreams and even realize a few of them. Hut, after all, It Is still a man's world, and n man's world for many centuries It miiMt remain. Fatlnia will reap noth lug by her curiosity except unliappl ness. So many of them live and die In blissful Ignorance. And It Is so much better that they should. Men are men ami the leopard does not change his spots. Why not let well enough alone? A wife can tend and water her Jealousy and her suspicion precisely ns If they were two different specimens of fern In a favorite Jardiniere. Of course marital neglect, 111 treatment, rudeness, are all autre chose. Hut I have often taken a thoughtful survey, Agnes, of my surroundings. They are very much the same as yours, my dear. We often meet at the same teas, dinners, dances. We know the same set the smart set, I suppose one would cull It and most of our men friends are married, like our selves. And I've repeatedly asked niy- self, Judging as much by what they don't say as by what they do say, If a vast amount of family torture may not be avoided by the simple process of Fatlnia refraining from all Interfer ence with Bluebeard's key bunch.' Here Agnes sprang from her seat by the lire and looked tearfully, Impetu ously round the tasteful slttlug-room of her friend. "Ob, Marlon," she cried, "you tell me you are talking generalities, but to me they arc the most piercing personal! ties! And why? Because I'm not ouly Jealous of him I'm Jealous of you! From your serene heights of perfect married happiness, the wife of a man who worships you, as all the world knows, who Is a model of every virtue under the sun and who probably never looks at a woman without thinking how far she falls below you, his ideal, it is easy enough to preach discretion and circumspection. You have the key to all your apartments. You're a Fatlnia with a Bluebeard who doesn't know the meaning of a locked door." Here Agnes laughed In n sort of hysteric way and pointed to a near chair. "That's one of his overcoats now." While speaking she slipped across the room and lifted a mass of dark broadcloth, holding it aloft. "Why, yes," snld Morion, raising her quiet brows In surprise. "He came back this morning after leaving for downtown and ordered a thicker one of Strayne because of the changed weath er. Strayne must have left It there. He's a good servant enough, but he has his careless moods." Agnes, with another odd laugh, thrust her hand into one of the pockets. You've no fear of finding anything, you lrrltatlngly happy Marlon. You are Suddenly she paused. She had drawn forth a lilac tinted envelope which had been raggedly torn open nt one of Its sides. . A' woman's hand, Marlon," she ex claimed, "or I've uever seen one! And the date of arrival four days back. It smells of violets too. Well, really!" "Agnes!" Marlon went forward and took the note from her friend's grasp with un characteristic speed. She was pale nl ready, but she grew paler as she scanned the superscription and then raised the envelope to her nostrils. She loved her husband Intensely and knew that he returned her love. Not the slightest Incident of her life had she ever kept concealed from him, and she had always felt confident that on his own side there was a like absolution of confidence and candor. It stabbed her to the soul ns she thought now that no forgetfulmvss had prevented him from telling her of this note. They led fash ionable lives, but they led them to gether. For all that they might some times pass hours apart, their constant Intimacy and couiradery were beyond dispute. For a few seconds she stood perfectly still, holding the letter. Then she went to the overcoat which Agnes had Just replaced upon the chair and slipped the letter back Into one of its side pockets. She was a woman who bad always been held to possess no common share of self-command. She Justified this be lief now. "Bluebeard's chamber," she said, with a smile, but It was a smile quite dim and Joyless. And then she raised one linger and put It against her lips In a gesure thnt not ouly eyniboled silence, but enjoined It. Agnes watched her In astonishment She knew that there was never any pose about her friend; that what Mar- Ion seriously did and said were done and said from a sincerity at daggers drawn with sham. "And you'll never even ask him whom it's from?" Agnes exclaimed. "Never." "But you suspect" "No matter what I suspect" "And you'll never let him know you saw It aud didn't open it?" Never." "Rut this thing, Marlon, will come between yon and him. It may ruin your future happiness." "That can't be helped. If It's what I think It Is" here her placid voice broke a little "then letting bim know would do more barm than good." But perhaiH) It Is the merest trifle after all," said Agnes, she herself now generously turning consoler despite her own sorrows; "some request for finan cial aid or a loan of money from some woman whom we both know." "Perhaps," returned Marlon musing ly. And theu It passed through her mind: "He would have told we if It had been that He tells me everything or so till now I've believed."- Ah. good morning. Agn.," a role suddenly said In the half-open door way. "Ilavlng a gossipy powwow wltt my wife, eh? You didn't expect to se me here at this hour, did you? You thought I was too much of a poor, bard working Wall street drudge, didn'l you? And you were quite right am." "Trent," 'faltered Marlon. She bad Instantly seen that ber hus band was a trifle paler than usual, and that some agitation, which he struggled to bide, controlled blm. His eyes, wan dering quickly yet covertly about tb room, lit on the overcoat. "Ah," he said, "it's here." And then he caught the garment up and thrust a band Into one of its pockets. Mean whilo lie was talking with speed and now addressed bis wife without looking at her. I'Tlin fnit In tfHln I .nM.V,n.n,l Mfc to, umiiuu, a iciuciuucicu when half way down town in the ele vated that I'd left an Important busi ness letter in this coat. Strayne has Just told me that he forgot to take the coat upstairs stupid fellow so I hur ried downstairs again to get it Ah, here's the letter I want!" Marlon saw, If her friend did not see, the gleam of a lilac tinted envelope as It was swept Into a breast pocket of the overcoat which adorned the person of Mr. Trent Kingsinnd. And this gentleman, a little flushed after his late pallor, said a few words of genial farewell to Agnes, made a few buoyant waves of the band toward bis wife and gracefully disappeared. The two women looked at one an other In silence. Marlon," said Agnes, In a voice vi brant with feeling, "lie came back to get that letter. And he was very con cerned about It, was be not?" "Very." Agnes hastened to ber friend's side. "Marlon, do you mean that you'll never say a word to him, even now?" "No, I shall never say a word to him, even now. Agnes looked steadily at the floor, as if In deep meditation. Then she caught one of Marlon's hands In both of her own. "But will suffer." "Yes, I shall suffer "And give no sign?" "And give no sign." Agnes stooped and kissed the hand she was holding. After a slight inter val she said somewhat brokenly: "Mar lon, I-I don't think I'll take the 3 o'clock train to Boston after all." Col lier's Weekly. Close Shooting. An Englishman who lived many years In Africa says that It Is now sev eral years since he ventured to take one of the most daring shots that ever wis hazarded. His wife was sitting In the house near the open door, the children ere playing about ber, and he was without not rar away, Dusy witn a wagon. Suddenly, he says, though It was mid day, an enormous lion appeared nt a short distance, slowly advanced, and laid himself quietly down In the shade upon the very threshold of the door. My wife,' frozen with fear, remained motionless In ber place. The children took refuge in her lap, and the cry they uttered attracting my attention, I hast ened toward the door. My astonish ment and horror may be Imagined when I found the entrance barred In such a manner. The Hon had not seen me, and I glided gently, senrcely knowing what I meant to do, to the side of the house, and to the window of my chamber, In which j I knew my loaded gun was standing. By a happy chance I had set It In a corner close by the window, so thnt I i could reach it from the outside, and, j still more fortunately, the door of the room was open so that I could see the , whole danger of the scene. There was no time to think, for the lion was beginning to move, perhaps, with the Intention of making a spring. I called softly to the mother not to be afraid, and then tired. The ball passed directly over my boy's head and lodged in the forehead of the lion Immediately above the eyes, and stretched him on the ground. There was an Instant of fearful sus pense. Then I fired again; but the sec-i ond bullet was thrown away, for his majesty never stirred after the first shot and I leaped over his prostrate body to clasp my wife and children In my arms. Only Three Monarchs Crowned. The magnificent and costly prepara tions now going on at Moscow and else where for the approaching coronation of the czar and czarina recall to mind the fact that very few European sov ereigns have gone through the ancient ceremonies which constitute a "duly anointed king." With the exception of Queen Victoria, the Emperor King of Austria, Bohemia and Hungary, and King Oscar of Sweden, no other reigu lng monarch has been consecrated by religious rite, in the case of the King of Italy there were obvious reasons why the services of the church should have been dispensed with. It U less intelligible that so Catholic a king as Carlos of Portugal should have been content to takjj the oath In the cortes and attend a "Te Deum" only la the cathedral. A mere oath, too, sufficed for the establishment of King George upon the somewhat rickety Hellenic throne. The crowns of Holand and Spain, of course, are, so to speak, in commission, .Km to the kaiser, he did not even care to go through the formality observed by bis grandfather, who put the crown uw on his own bend, but deemed It enough to make a solemn declaration at the opeulng of the Imperial parliament London letter. Aine'ia' Ace. Ada I notice Amelia has dated ber letter 1SWL Amy Yes: she won't admit that she's reached 1S97 yet Yonkers Statesman, One huuJred spoonfuls make one quart JmmLmfw -r3rrW SfiM pio poo la patoia ti vivir CNCflDtigflivivi&rsnoi AL COri-BM-'TC CO-RKDBA-YA-nC TO Tut COVBAT DuStl ON-WADO CUBAN Ji M-TBIA 05 (ON-TCrVPlA 0B-6ULLD- LAND AW VTTrl PBIDC 100K UP ON - na.15 DEATH U NA MUER-TC naught rnAT 15 T; ff i i r w t i nr w GL0-P10... ao- Ri-w. 1 o ' 1 , HE "Ilimno Cubanos" Is the national anthem of the Cohans; the war song to do or die": that urges him on to Its stirring notes and words, voiced by ninny a freeman's throat, have that struck terror into the souls of the hated Spaniards. Like other songs that have been the companion and the inspiration of freedom's childhood days, the origin of this is yet in obscurity. The tune dates back many years, to the time when the spirit of liberty newly awakened, and yet hulf-smotliered in the patriotic Cuban breast first began to voice Itself in word less but meaning melody. Furtively breathed at first by some venturesome liberty lover, its notes awakened responsive echoes in ninny a breath which cherished. like feelings and linked in everlasting fraternal bonds hearts that before hardly dared to think aloud the thoughts suggested by the melody. Soon words were lilted and sung to the music. They could have no spirit other than that of the melody. The tune was carried from place to place throughout eastern Cuba, and though the words often varied the theme never. "To arms! Not for glory, but to break the chains of tyranny!" was ever the burden, whether sung in the hills of Santiago or the plains of Puerto Principe. The exact time of the origin of the tune, or who was the author, is not known. A grateful and free posterity mfly find him out and link his name to the song as a fitting monument to his genius. Long before the declaration for freedom at Yara in 1868 by Cespedes and his bold Biiynniese compntriots the tune, with the words substantially ns given above, were familiar to every lover of freedom about Bayaiuo and the neighboring towns. It was taken up by the army and sung throughout the "ten years' war." Wherever they went they carried it with them. It signalized triumph or solaced de feat. It led the triumphal march into the towns and villages wrested from the oppressors, and it infused new life int the drooping spirits defeated by the outnumbering foe. Never put in print,' but soon all Cuba knew It and sung it. It was then the "Himno Bayames" the "Bayamese Hymn"; now it is the "Himno Cubanos." The song, brought from the , cradle-side of Cuban freedom Bayamo by the band of brave meu who first drew for the cause, found an echo in every free Cuban heart, and hns been adopted by the Nation. From Cape Maisi to Cape San Antonio it may be heard, not ouly timing the martini movements of the patriot army as they fly at the foe, but from the herder on the hill, the plowman on the plain, the belle at the ball and the housewife nt the daily drudge. Its full-voiced notes discover every Cuban gathering, and its whistled strains cheer the lonely way of the solitary traveler, though to be heard by the Spaniard is to be accused as a trnitor and doomed to death. LEAGUE'S NEW PRESIDENT. Isaac B. Potter Recently Klected Head of American Wheelmen. Isaac B. Potter, who was elected President of the League of American Wheelmen, hns been prominent in the cycling world for many years. Ills ac cession to the highest office of the wheeling organization Is, in the estima tion of most cyclists, a fitting tribute to his efforts to procure for blcyclisits what they most desire good roads. So hard has he struggled for Improved highways that he became universally known as "Good Roads" Potter. Five years ago he established an office in New York for the purpose of spreading the gospel of better roads. Through his efforts tons of literature have been circulated in every quarter of the United States. They fairly shrieked good roads. Thousands of draft horses in New York had their bodies orna mented with protective shields and theirs eyes canopied with canvas hoods. On. the shields and hoods the device, "We want good roads" appeared. Three years ago Mr. Potter started the Good Roads Magazine. He expended ISAAC B. POTTER. a large part of his private fortune In the book, and ouly ceased Its publica tion when directed to do so by the body of which be Is now the chief executive. The book died, but its death served to Increase Mr. Potter's energy toward a more active campaign for the consum mation of bis pet desire. He has accom plished much good, and it was largely through bis efforts that the American ) League of Good Roads was formed. He 1 Is an officer of that organization, and In Its councils Is highly regarded. For two years Mr. Potter hns been chief consul of the New York division. Un der bis aggressive direction the division has experienced a wonderful growth. ,and by his efforts principally, aided by 1 bis associates, the Aruiiirong law. oro- -5r5;QUC LB 6 THAI OUB m- & "S Hun SLID 505.' - WU. no rc fEAQ IN -5A. QUE -ouv roo elorious victory or to. in his own eyes and providing for the transportation of bi cycles as baggage, wa's enacted in New York a year ago. Mr. Potter is an ora tor of ability, a parliamentarian of great force, an excellent financier and an adept politician. He resides in Brooklyn In a palatial home, which he recently constructed to harbor a pleas ant little woman, who six months ago beguiled him from the ranks of bach elorhood. If Mr. Potter's previous en ergetic record Is a criterion the league, under his guidance, may be expected to thrive during his reign as its President. Grcat loe Avalanche. A mass of ice comprising 4.000,000 cubic feet broke away on the 11th of September, 181)0, from the lower part of the Altels Glacier, on the Gemmi Pass, in Switzerland. With the veloc ity acquired in its descent this river of lee rushed across the pasturage and up the western slope of the valley to a height of 1,300 feet along the rocky wall of the Welssflugrat. Not being able to completely surmount this barrier, the main mass came surging back like a vast seawave recoiling from the cliffs with such force that some of It returned to a height of 100 feet up the eastern side. Isolated blocks of ice were burled clear over the ridge into the adjoining valley. This aval anche was preceded by a terrific blast of wind, which swept away chalets, trees, men and cattle, as though they had been feathers. These sudden aval anches of ice or snow form one of the special dangers of Alpine climbing. "Hail Columbia's" First Rendition. "Hall Columbia" was written in 1708 by Joseph Hopkinson, when Congress, In session at Philadelphia, was debat ing what attitude to assume In the struggle between France and England. Tarty feeling ran high, and the air was surcharged with patriotic enthusiasm. A young actor in the city, who was about to have a benefit came to H;ip klnson in despair and said that twenty boxes remained unsold, and It looked as if the proposed benefit would prov-i a failure. If Hopkinson would write him a patriotic song, adapted to the rune of "The President's M.nch," then popu lar. It would save the day. The follow ing afternoon the song was ready; it was duly advertised, the nouse was packed, and. In wild enthusiasm, the song was encored and re-encored.--Ladies' Home Journal. Free Libraries in Gotham. New York's appropriation for free libraries br.s been Increased this year from $03,000 to JjC,000. ltive K.t n Rice constitutes the chief article of diet of more than 20o,OuO,U00 peoyle in British India. Nl ) CALL... RIB. EM 0- PQO-BIO Y A MEN TA 3U OfflTn: IN WHAT StlArtt AND INSULT ABC Wt NOT OCL CLA-DIN C5- CUCHAD CL 50 NOW T(1C BU-GlC MtAQYOU NOT (MC 00 A LA5 AB-AA5 VA LICN-T13 CO PBED -TdCN TO. ABA5 VAL-IENTUf AND TO fElD fk-rn thnt inspires the patriot with the resolution those of his people, a more glorious death. been the prelude to the ousweep for freedom MRS. RUSSELL A. ALGER. A Leader In Society and in Philan thropic Work. Mrs, Russell A. Alger, wife of the new Secretary of War In the McKlnley Cabinet, Is well known In Detroit for her amiability and goodness of heart She Is a hostess of charming manner, wide hospitality and innate grace that makes every one of her guests feel per fectly at home while under her roof. In the ball-room or In her own home Mrs. Alger always makes her presence felt. The Algers have been foremost in Detroit society and the functions at the Alger house have been pronounced the Mlli. RUSSELL A. ALGER. best and most elaborate In Detroit Mrs. Alger will find a congenial field for her social proclivities in Washing, ton, where, as wife of the Minister of War, she will find ample expansion for her social nature. Mrs. Alger, while duly appreciating the value of society and Its pleasures, Is anything but osten tatious. She enjoys pleasant associa tions, and makes no secret of her pleas ure in that respect At the same time she is not unconscious of the fact that there is suffering in the world, and she is charitable to a fault Mrs. Alger's face is familiar to the suffering poor, and she is a well-known figure In cer tain sections of the city where the for tunate in life's struggle are seldom seen. Cnrions Marriage Custom. A very peculiar custom Is prevalent la Lithuania. On the occasion of the celebration of a marriage the mother of the bride, in the presence of numer ous witnesses, administers to her daughter a vigorous box on the ears. In case of dispute between the husband and wife at any later period this blow may be cited as a plea for divorce, she contending that she was constrained to enter the bonds of matrimony by phy. sicai iorce. Ohio Will Have to Hump. The same man was elected in Will iamsburg, Maine, the other day. with out opposition, to seven different oQces,