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THE VIOLET.
Ob., some may tint of the rose red.
And some of the lilies pule.
Gibers mar sing o" the daffodil.
And some of the wild flower frail;
But I will sing of the violet
The tender violet.
The fragrant violet.
That grows Id the dewy vale.
T!ie red. red rose has many a thorn;
riie lily is eold as snow.
The daffodil has no sweet perfume.
Anil the wild flower's blooms soon go.
Rut Mip dearest flower is the violet.
V The sun bathed violet,
' Tlie star l4ed violet.
That shines w.-,-he mosses grow.
AH hail the flr.wer we love the best.
The first iu the spring we greet:
It modestly smiles wherever we go,
I 'lose down by our hurrying feet.
The sweetest flower is the violet
The purple violet.
The gold-eyed violet
Immure and pure and sweet.
!
MONEY AND MICROBES J
R. SILAS B. WOKES, the cele
brated Chicago m 111 loiin lro.
thrust his hiitulH into his pock
ets and planted his feet flriuly on the
heurtbrug. His buck was to the fire,
ami his face displayed obstinacy.
"I tell, you, Elsie, I won't have It!"
be snapped. "You know my move, and
I don't reckon on being checkmated
by a slip of o girl'."
"But, dad, dear "
"Tu-ta! 1 don't like veneered caress
es. I know 1 nln't very dear to you
Just now, because you can't have your
own way. Now, don't cry!" he added,
with the air of a man who was forcing
himself to be bearish. "Crocodile tears
are as bad as as the other thing.
You're my only daughter. Elsie my
trump card, d'ye see? So I guess I'm
going to play that card for all It's worth
and thnt's n title In the fam'ly, by my
calculation. A baronet's easy, even
chances on a lord, and it ain't 10 to 1
against an earl a real, live, belted earl,
Elsie. What d'ye think I brought you
to Hugland for? To marry that pale
faced wlsk of a sawbones?"
"I should think, dad," Elsie said, with
her eyes flashing through her tears,
"that, as I'm your only daughter, your
'move' might have been to make me
happy!"
"Happy? And why shouldn't you he
happy!"
"Ho you think a girl can be u-happy,"
she eohbed. "If she can't marry the only
man she can ever Move?"
"Love?" he roared. "Do you dare to
say you love that lemtne-look-ut-your-tongue
puppy?"
"He Isn't a puppy! He's clever ev
erybody says so and I do love him! So
there, dad!"
Mr. Wokes swallowed his rising
wrath.
"Very well." he said at length.
"You've hud your say, Elsie, and now
I'll have mine. I reckon you enn choose
your own husband, so long as he's got
handle to his name. I can't Bay fairer
than that But If you marry pestle-aad-niortar
I'll disown you I'll cut you
off without a penny! In this matter.
ne and for all, I'm going to have my
wa!"
The following day Dr. Henry Bennett
mad a formal call and asked the
Ametlcan for the hand of Elsie.
"I bve your daughter, Mr. W'okes"
he snl simply, "and my Income is suf
ficient to allow of our living In com
fort, thugh not In luxury."
"Now, look here, my lad," said the
Amcrlcep with his hami In his pockets
and hY back to the flreagaln, "I talked
this oy-r with Elsie yesterday, and I
tell yon plainly I'm sorry, but It's quite
Impossible). I reckon I've other views
coucerng her."
"Hlghtr views, sir, I presume?"
"Possibly," said Mr. Wokes laconi
cally. The young doctor's face flushed a lit
tle. "If that Is yout final decision, sir,"
he said, evidently tndenvorlng to stifle
some sudden emotion which had seized
him, "I suppose I mist how to It."
The American grutfed. He could not
help liking the. straightforward young
fellow.
"Of course," said thi younger man,
with a stifled smile, "I inould not think
of marrying Elsie without your con
sent; hut It you that Is, f I I mean if
ever yon should give youi consent, sir,
-I suppose you will never again with
draw It?"
"If ever I consent." said tie million
aire, grimly, "I well, I pronise you I
won't withdraw It."
The conversation of the tvo men
dropped Into ordinary topics. After a
While Dr. Bennett arose, and, holding
-out his hand, said:
"You will excuse me, I hops Mr.
"I'M. CUT VOt' OFF WITHOUT A PENNY!"
Wokes. If I mention a matter about
which I am exceedingly curious?"
"Well?" was the suspicious Interro
gation. "As you perhaps know, a medical
man who Is ambitious to make a name
lu the profession nowadays must study
deeply and almost exclusively some Im
portant special feature of pathology.
The special feature I have singled out
for myself Is the study of those fami
lies of bacteria which, it Is now
known, are the causes of various pain
ful and er-unsightly discuses of the
skin."
The millionaire's face puckered a lit
tle, but be made no remark.
"If," resumed the young man, with
an effort to summon the necessary
amount of check, "you would not con
sider me too impertinent In er men
tioning the matter, I should like to
that Is. It would be a 1 mean, sir. I
should like to er study your case."
"Study my what sir?" roared the
millionaire, with a face the color of
beetroot.
"Those disfigurements upon your
countenance," said the young doctor,
Roftly, "are caused by microscopic liv
ing organisms called bacteria. I can
kill them."
The millionaire smiled queerly.
"You're cute!" he grinned. "If you
can kill them that Is, If you can give
me a clean complexion I'll give you a
100-guinea fee two, if you like but I
won't give Elsie!"
Dr. Bennett smiled good-humoredly.
"I haven't said Elsie was to be the
fee," he said.
"No; and you'd better not! That gun
won't carry lead, my lad!"
"Will you call at my rooms to-morrow
at 4?" said the bacteriologist, mus
ingly. "Yes, I'll come," Said the millionaire.
Punctually at 4 on the following day
Silas B. Wokes was ushered Into the
private room of Dr. Harry Bennett
The budding scientist was reading and
smoking furiously at the same time a
characteristic of medical students.
Over the table hung an Intensely pow
erful electric light around which were
movable screens of different vivid col
ors.
He arose with extended hand as the
American approached.
Proceeding to n cabinet in a darkened
corner of the room, the doctor unlocked
it with great care. Inside were a host
of small vials, gelatine tubes and watch
glasses containing drops of fluid, all
labeled and arranged with much meth
od and care.
Selecting one of the small bottles, he
read the label carefully, then drew part
of the contents Into a hypodermic
syringe.
"One slight Injection In the center of
each cheek will do for to-day, Mr.
Wokes."
The American submitted with an Ill
grace to the operation. Afterward,
when the doctor went to replace the
vial and syringe lu the cabinet he, ex
cited by curiosity, arose and followed
him.
"Funny little wild beast show In
there, doctor?"
"Well," said the young bacteriologist
"some are, perhaps, funny. Those lit
tle bottles on the left, for instance, each
contain a family of the parasites which
color the noses of certain monkeys a
delightful red."
"Ha, ha! You're Joking?"
"Not at all. I assure you. Some,
though, are not so funny. You see that
tiny piece of gelatine to the right? If
you mistook it for sticking plaster, and
placed It upon a wounded finger, you
would most probably be a leper in a
month."
"Great Scott!" gasped the American,
retreating hastily. "You might make a
mistake!"
The doctor smiled curiously.
"Our methodical training does not al
low us to do that. Mr. Wokes. And,
now, good day. Will you call on me
again In a fortnight?"
"Good gracious, dad!" exclaimed
Elsie, at breakfast one morning, about
a week after the American's visit to
Dr. Bennett, "what's that blue spot on
your cheek? And I do believe Well,
I never If there isn't one on the other
side, too!"
He stirred his coffee viciously, and
took up the morning paper.
"What Is it dad?" Elsie asked anx
iously. "Is anything the matter?"
"It's nothing, my girl," her father
said, in a somewhat gentler tone, for
her evident anxiety touched him. "It'll
be all right in a day or so, I guess."
But It was not. At the end of a fort
night the spots on his face were as
large as half crowns. His health was
perfect but those patches shiny, un
erasable, and intensely bluekept him
a prisoner in his own house.
One morning as Dr. Bennett sat In
the luxury of an after-breakfast smoke,
the American was announced, and en
tered In a state of considerable agita
tion. The young specialist eyed him
keenly.
"I see you've come, Mr. Wokes," he
murmured.
"Come?" roared the patient "Come?
Yes; I've come! What devil's game have
you played on me, you "
"Sit down," Interrupted the doctor,
calmly, lighting a cigarette with an
air of utmost nonchalance. "I have
now a paper in my desk, prepared for
presentation at the next meeting of the
Royal Society, dealing with my discov
eries, and especially with certain meth
ods which I have perfected for destroy
ing bacteria with properly directed and
various colored rays."
The millionaire neither moved nor
spoke. The doctor flecked the ash from
bis cigarette and stared Into the bright
fire meditatively.
"When you came to me." he resumed,
after a pause of some length, "I Inject
ed Into you a cultivation of a species of
microbe whose colonies cause the barm-
less blue patches on the skins f cer
tain tribes of monkeys. I am the only
man on earth who knows how to de
stroy them.
With the whoop of a wounded savaga
the American leaped to his feet
"Listen to me, Mr. Wokes," said Dr.
Bennett sternly. "A fortnight ago I
asked for the band of your daughter
Elsie. You refused, knowing well that
we love each other. I would have1 mar
ried her without your consent for I
never wanted a half penny of . your
dirty money: bet Elsie Is a dutiful
daughter and would sacrifice her happi
ness and mine to a mistaken sense of
duty to you. You, for the sake of grati
fying a vulgar ambition, would accept
the poor girl's sacrifice and ruin her
happiness forever, to say nothing of
mine.
"My love for her is greater than any
other passion or ambition of mine. I
have no desire for success in my call
ing, no wish even to continue living
without her. What I have done. If you
choose to give your secret to the public,
will most certainly blight my career;
but for that I don't care a fig.
"In a secret drawer of my writing
desk Is the paper dealing with the com
bination of colors and focus of the light
rays which alone can destroy the living
organisms which thrive upon your
countenance. If you Insist upon spoiling
Elsie's life and mine, by heaven I'll
spoil yours, and send you from middle
age to the grave a blue-faced baboon!
I can kill the organism In six hours If
I desire. .
"Hear me out!" he continued hastily,
as the American made a movement "I
know well enough that men of your
type look upon love as mere nonsense.
You think that human affect Ion should
be second to human vanity. You are
wrong. I love Elsie and can make ber
happy. If you do not consent to our
marriage I vow to heaven that paper
shall be burned to-night!"
Dr. Henry Bennet now appends F. B.
S. to his name. He has no more ardent
admirer than Silas B. Wokes, million
aire, unless It be his pretty wife, Elsie.
Utica Globe.
A DISAPPEARING RIVER.
Stream in Utah Flows Into Enormous
Hole in the Ground.
F. II. Hitchcock, of Washington, one
of the subcblefs of the Department of
Agriculture, lately returned from a
17.000-mile trip down the Atlantic
coast, Into Mexico up the Pacific coast,
and finally home across the northern
part of the United States.
He was one of a party from the de
partment on an Investigating tour.
They discovered many remarkable
things, he says, but the most astonish
ing was a river which disappears mid
way In Its course during the summer
season.
The river is known as the Dry Fork,
in northwestern Utah, a tributary to
Ashley Creek. So far as Is known, his
party was the first to have reported the
existence of the stream.
About fourteen miles from Its source
In the Uinta Mountains the stream
reaches a large basin or sink, whose
walls are from seventy-five to 100 feet
high. The pool Is apparently bottom
less and the water In It revolves with
a slow, circular motion, caused either
by the Incoming flood or by suction
from below. The only visible outlet to
this pool Is a narrow rock channel,
from which a little water flows, but
which is soon lost to sight a few hun
dred yards below.
A measurement of the main stream
just above the pool showed a volume
of ninety-six cubic feet of water pass
ing each second, but this entire flood
disappears in the basin. The stream
bed for miles below Is perfectly dry.
About seven miles below this Inter
esting pool are several springs, some
times empty, sometimes full. It is
thought that the water which disap
pears in the upper pool flows uuder
grouud deep below In the gravels which
form the bed of the stream, says the
New York Times, and In times of rain
fall heavier than usual appears again
In part In the large springs below.
Named for Sigsbee.
The deepest valley In the Gulf of
Mexico is named "Sigsbee's Deep," af
ter Its discoverer, and the scientific
name of Sigsbeia murrhtna Is given to
one of the rarest species of deep-sea
fauna. It was Sigsbee, too, who dis
covered near the Morro light, not far
from the spot where the Maine now
lies, many beautiful specimens of the
pentacrinl. or sea lilies, and who, while
in command of the Blake, placed at the
disposal of scientific Investigators the
first extensive collection of this ancient
genus. Thus has Captain Sigsbee as
sociated his name with the harbor of
Havana, both by scientific investiga
tes and by exhibition of the highest
qualities of command. We have the
authority of Prof. Alexander Agassis
for saying that the success of the sci
entific party on the Blake was largely
due, not only to Captain Sigsbee's ca
pacity as a commander and to bis ac
tive Interest in scientific Investigation,
but to the numerous Improvements In
the apparatus for deep-sea dredging
and sounding originating with him.
New York Independent
Wonderful Dancing Feat.
A wonderful feat In dancing Is re
corded from Berlin. At a recent ball a
prize of a gold ring was offered to the
lady who waltzed the longest without
stopping. Twelve couples competed.
They began waltzing at 12:30 a. m.
and It was 6:45 a. m. before the winner
and ber partner stopped waltzing. By
2:20 five couples dropped out and at
4:15 another lady fainted. Two more
couples dropped out at 4:45 and at 4:50
only two couples remained on the floor.
Man may be made of dust, but be
doesn't always settle.
LARGEST TELEPHONE SYSTEM IN THE WORLD AND
f f t y,
i,- -.it i ... h Wwtrv
HOW THE OPERATORS ATTEND THE GIGANTIC SWITC1TROAUD.
The new Cortlandt Telephone Exchange in New York la the largest and most elaborate system of the kind la the
world. From this center there are more wires operated than in Loudon and Paris combined. The telephone exchangs
occupies one of the largest blocks in New York City, with an arcade from Cortlamlt to Dey street. The operating room,
which is V-shaped, Is t74 feet wide, with two wings, the west being 128 feet long and the east wing 105 feet in length.
The gigantic switchltoard, which is the largest oue ever constructed, being 2.lt feet long, carries MO trunk lines, whlls
the distributing board has a capacity of 20.000 lines. There are 470.000 awiMhcs on the switchboard and 1 1,000 Incea
desceut lamp signals. There are 12(1 operators continually at the swltehloard. They occupy the entire ninth floor, which
is fitted up for their especial comfort. There is a dining room, the company providing them lunch; a reading room, with
newspapers and magazines, ami each girl is provided with a separate tocker.
The system by which this exchange is operated is new also. There are no bells used. When a subscriber takes
down the receiver to call a on in her the exchange is automatically signaled by the lighting of a amall incandescent
lamp. Ten thousand stationa can be operated from this exchange, which bus recently been completed at a cost of ovsr
$:oo,ooo. 1
HIS PERMANENT TITLE.
British Nobleman Surprised to Find
Irishman HoniethinK of a Knight.
A little company of men, among them
Mark Twain and a few of the most
prominent members of the Now York
bar, were sipping their after-dinner
coffee at the Lotos Club the other even
lug when Mr. Clemens, who for a few
seconds had relapsed Into a reverie,
suddenly drew himself together and
related the following:
"Although I could vouch for the au
thenticity of this story and might men
tion names, I feel a little delicate about
toying with titles even In this demo
cratic assemblage. Therefore when I
have finished do not consult Burke's
peerage.
"A few -days ago a scion of the Brit
ish aristocracy paid his first visit to
New York. He was accompanied sim
ply by his valet, and after transport
ing his luggage from the ship engaged
a suite of rooms at a prominent up
town hotel, not nbove 34th street As
he had simply taken a cursory view of
the city from the cab window he fared
forth after a hearty dinner to see the
sights. Reaching Broadway, between
24tb and Zld streets, he stopped to look
about him, and as each new feature of
the scene struck In upon his attention
he breathed 'Ah!' Still gazing he pro
duced a cigar, and searched in his
pockets for a match. Finding none he
crossed over to the entrance of the
Fifth Avenue Hotel, and accosted a
red-haired, rather flashily dressed
young man: I
" 'But, me dear man, could I trouble !
you for a bit of fire?' The red-haired
Individual produced a match and po-1
litely offered it to the Englishman, who
soon was puffing bis cigar with evident
satisfaction. In a few minutes he con
tinued the conversation:
" 'Bah Jove! This is a wonderful
city. 'Tls a marvelous city. But d'ye
know, me dear man, that the most Im
pressive thing to me is the absolute
lack of Interest taken In me personal
ity. Now, In dear old Lunnin, d'ye
know, I couldn't walk a block along J
the Strand or even on any byway of
the west end but I'd be saluted: "Ah,
Sir James a very clever morning," or
the like. 'Twould be the same In Paris,
Berlin and Vienna. But here I'm a to
tal Btranger, d'ye know. 'Tls deuced
queer. Beg pardon, me dear man, hut
I forgot I am Sir James Knolly,
Knight of the Garter, Knight of the
Bath, Knight of the Iron Cross, Knight
of the Double Eagle, and Knight of the
Golden Fleece. On the other side, d'ye
know, I am a person of consequence.
"There was an Intense pause, which
Sir James finally Interrupted:
" 'D'ye mind telling me, my dear
man, what Is your name?'
"The red-haired individual addressed
drew himself up to his full height,"
said Mr. Clemens, according to the
New York Times, "and In a deep, rich
brogue replied:
"'Me name is John Maglnnis, night
before last night before that, last
night, to-night an' 'twas an' will be
every night plain John Maglnnis.' "
NOT A DYING RACE.
Mohawk Bays the Indian Has a Great
Future.
J. O. Brant-Sero, otherwise known as
OJiJatckba, which is Mohawk for
"Burning Flower," Is a Canadian In
dian who lectured recently at the as
sembly rooms, Longacre, on Indian life
In Canada.
Mr. Brant-Sero Is a full-blooded Mo
hawk, plus the education of an Intellec
tual white man. He lectured to the
British Association at Glasgow, by spe
cial request on the manners and cus
toms of the Mohawk tribes In Canada.
Last night he said to a press repre
sentative: "I started to travel when
I was 11 years old, and I have been
pretty much over the world since then.
My line of study is the backward races.
I don't care much about Greek and
Roman antiquities, nnd consequently I
have never bothered much about them;
but I have always believed that the
backward races had something lu them
that was very little understood."
"Does Canada treat Its Indians better
than the United States does theirs?"
"Well, Canada partly does, and she
partly does not The people of the
United States have slowly changed
their Ideas toward us. There is scarce
ly a respectable home In the United
States without a picture of some cele
brated Indian chief. The United
States Is now proud of Its association
with the Indian tribes, but Canada Is
scarcely so. From the point of general
treatment there Is not much to choose
between either country.
"In both places the Indian tribes are
on the Increase. There are more In
dians in Canada now than there were
when Christopher Columbus first land
ed In America. The Idea that the
backward races must die out Is now
exploded. It was because people were
trying to shove a form of civilization
down our necks which did not suit us.
When we got to the real foundations of
civilization then we began to steadily
Increase. Iu Canada we are all under
the Ontario school system, and from
the education that Indians are getting
to-day, I maintain that there Is a big
future before them iu every walk of
life.
"We shall always maintain our tradi
tions as a separate race, and we are
taking steps to print the old legends
and traditions. They must never die
out Longfellow's 'Hiawatha' Is a beau
tiful story, but It Is not the true Indian
legend. When we print the stories of
our race, we shall give them as they
are, without alteration."
If Mr. Brant-Sero Is an average speci
men of the educated Indian, bis conten
tion is decidedly true. "Burning Flow
er" speaks like an educated white man,
and In addition, has the Impenetrable
reserve and tremendous energy which
characterizes his race. London Express.
WARNED BY A LIZARD.
Miner's Pet Received Poor Keward
for Ita Trouble, However.
Stories of pet animal which have
rendered some Important service to
their musters are not uncommon. On
Is apt. however, to associate such ser
vices with creatures of a high order of
Intelligence, and would hardly expect
a lizard to play the part of monitor;
but the Lelbure Hour describes un In
teresting incident of that kind which
happened lu Australia.
A gold-digger hud tamed a bright
eyed Australian lizard, which made
bis quarters In the miners' tent, and
was an object of Interest and attention
on the part of all the men In camp.
On the march be made bis home In
bis muster's serge blouse, running up
the arm of the loose garment, or round
the full front above the tight waist
band, as fancy took him. When the
camp was pitched for the night, he em
ployed himself by making the most
careful Inspection of the Immediate
surroundings within and without the
tent. He made himself acquainted
with every stone, turf, stump or hole
within what be considered bis domain,
eventually retiring with the sun to the
blanket on his master's bed, where be
Invariably slept.
On one occasion he became restless
during the night, and began to run rap
Idly backward and forward over bis
master's face, making at the same time
a low, spitting noise, like that of an
angry cat By this means be at length
aroused the sleeper, who gently pushed
him away several times, speaking
soothingly In the hope of quieting the
excited little creature.
But the lizard would not be soothed;
on the contrary, having attracted at
tention, he continued his rapid move
ments, until at length his master, con
vinced that something was wrong, got
up, struck a light and looked round
HOW IT IS OPERATED
the tent. The sharp eyes of the lizard
followed every movement with Intenso
Interest.
Nothing unusual could le seen, and
the miner lay down ngnln. He whs
scarcely asleep, however, before the
lizard waked him again, ami losing pa
tience, be seized the creature and In
the darkness tossed lilm from the bed
across the tent.
In his Involuntary flight the little
animal struck the tent pole with con
siderable force, nnd half of his tall
was broken off a matter of no very
great Importance to a lizard, perhaps,
but still a discouraging reward for a
well-meant warning. Nevertheless,
the maimed little reptile returned to
the tied, kept close to his master, and
continued restless and excited all tua
rest of the night.
At daybreak, when the tents were
struck, and the bedding rolled up,
ready to be placed on the cart, the mys
tery was explained. In the scrub and
fern thrown underneath tho bedding,
to keep It from the bare ground, a huge
tiger snake with several young ones
was discovered.
The tiger snake Is of a kind much
feared by the colonists, and, like most
snakes, has a pronounced odor, which,
no doubt, had made the lizard aware
of Its presence. It bad probably crept
Into the tent after the lizard hud mnde
Its evening inspection of the premises.
Aa Urenn Haw rant.
After a memorlul service lu Westmin
ster Abbey at which General Grant
then traveling In England, was pres
ent, Deun Stanley asked John Richard
Green, the historian, to go Into the
deanery. It was to Introduce Mr. Green
to the American general. The presenta
tion took place. Grunt shook hands
and said, "Mr. Green," in a dry voice,
and said no more. This moved the
Englishman to write to a friend: "I
think Grunt seems almost to rival the
man who 'can be silent In eleven lan
guages,' " and to tell a story of another
taciturn man, Moltke. A young sub
altern found himself put by error Int
the same compartment with the Prus
sian (leld-marshal.
"Pardon, sir!" said the subaltern,
when he entered, and "Pardon, sir!"
when the trulti stopped, and be could at
lust retire.
"What an Insufferable prater!" said
Moltke.
In the course of the conversation that
afternoon, Dean Stanley talked of the
ex-President's "laying down the scep
ter," which Green thought hardly a
republican phrase, but Lord O'Hagaa,
to whom he repeutcd It, promptly said:
"Grant must have laid down some
thing; he hud no crown to lay dowa.
and he certainly would not lay dowa
his pipe!"
"Grant Is a short, square, bourgeois
looking man, rather like a shy but hon
est draper," Is the finishing touch t
this unaffected sketch, which has beea
taken from Green's "Letters." "StlM
he could take a look of dignity whea
one was 'presented,' and I did not for
get that he hud been a ruler of men."
School for Houbrettes.
Some w hut like American dramatic
Bcliools, but specialized In accordance
with the German tendency to speciali
zation In everything, is the school for
soubrettes In Berlin. Here these
sprightly and entertaining persons are
taught everything that belongs to their
art upon the stage. They learn how ta
dance, bow to make up, bow to pose,
bow to talk and bow to do the myriad
things thut make an entertaining and
artistic soubrette a very valuable fac
tor In the plays and comedies In which
they appear.
Don't accumulate too muny side Is
sues. Notice, some day, bow mack
time you devote to side Issues that are
not Important
A man will be very much Interest e4
Id bis wife's gosrdp, and then scold fear
for repeating such talk.