DREAMLAND.
He could neTer remember Jut how
he explained his conduct outside, but
his apologies were readily accepted.
And then came the greatest triumph
of all, when the girl took the poem he
had returned and handed It to him.
"If you care for It, Mr. Vanders,"
she said, "you may have It. While I
was writing It I wished It might be
sung."
So Vanders took the poem home with
him. und for a week burled himself lu
his room. Time after time berewrote
the music.. He worked day and night
unceasingly, feverishly. Bars of mu-
Ilere make we our own laws, our love, lc, crying, sobbiug, wulliiig, burst
our life; from the piano In his room. Grotesque
No loophole here for boredom, storm or strains and combinations of notes
true.
Dreams of the night; oh, darling dreams
of mine,
Which only vanish with the morning !
smne;
Dear Fancy's Realm, wherein I love to
roam
During the quiet hours my fairy borne.
Here all are free, all joyous, all serene
Who in this kingdom live. No cloud is
seen,
Terish the weary common-sense of day;
Too many hours we sigh beneath its
sway.
Give your Imagination rein, and rise.
Attaining to the goal you highest prize.
For this dear Dreamland none can take
awny.
It Is our own long aa our pulses play.
Cares the day brings, but I will ne'er
complain,
If, kindly Night, you'll bring my dreams
again.
London Vanity Fair.
e
i
OLD
FAVORITES 1
a. t- e-t .t.
I I I II
For Want of Love
Still ringing in his ears were the notes
of the great pipe organ and the voice
of the singer as they - blended In the
grand melody. Never before to-day's
matinee had he beard It sung with
quite that wonderful beauty. It was
"The Holy City."
The man at the ticket office nodded
familiarly at htm, but Vanders did not
see him. He was still thinking of the
song he had Just heard. Outside, on
the walk, a lounger was humming the
catchy air of a ragtime melody. Van
ders clenched his flat as be heard It.
It was his latest production, already
fast winning its way to popularity. He
hated It with -all his heart. It was
' not even fit to be called a song when
compared with "The Holy City."
For It was Vanders great ambition
to write a song some day to which peo
ple would listen with the same' rever
ence they gave to "The Holy City." He
bad written successful ragtime music,
might be beard through his window,
sometimes In the evening, sometimes a
few minutes before daybreak
Tben oue day the song was finished.
For the last time he played It over on
the piano, softly humming the words.
Somehow It failed to satisfy him. Per
haps it was the constant practice that
hud made him tire of it; perhaps he
bad not reached his Ideal.
He arranged with a noted singer to
produce It at the vaudeville house the
following week. Then, he called on
Miss Merton and invited her to attend
the theater with blm. She was there
to hear the music for the first time.
The girl was radiant that eveulng,
More than once John Vanders caught
HEN at last thn son PndPd himself staring admiringly at her. Once
John Vanders walked slowly 8ue unexpectedly turned her bead and
ant. of thP vmiiWUlo thtpr Kueu Biraigui ai mm Willi iier
orown eyes, it maae mm tnmn oi
some perfect chord of music, that
throbbed and throbbed through his
heart
Suddenly the pipe organ began to
play a new air, softly, sweetly. It was
their song.
"It's ours," he told her, "yours and
mine.
She looked at bis face, all aglow
with expectancy, and down In her
heart she feared. His hand, nervously
roving over the arm of bis seat, touch
ed hers and closed about It. So, hand
In hand, like two children, they sat
through the song. And when it was
ended and the meager applause came
tardily she felt the hand of the man
quiver In disappointment. The song
had failed.
Slowly and silently they walked out
of the theater. Not till they were In
the carriage did John Vanders speak,
"It lacks something," he said; "it
lacks something; I don't know what.
"Yet It was almost" she stumbled
sxS,t I about for a word "almost grand,1
XT 1 .1 "Almoat!" Ha turned unlv tn-
- .,1 U- MA ottaII n lit- 0.1!.. -A
, t. .- I noiu uro as toh au unci ihiiuic no
,CV. I JjJTi iZLiZl mediocre. I tell yon It failed."
The girl drew her Dreatn snarpiy.
She was not In the habit of having
men speak roughly to her.
John Vanders divined at once that
he had hurt the girl, and It came to
him with overpowering suddenness
that her friendship was all he had
left. With the warm Impulsiveness
that characterized him, he took ber
hand.
"I beg your pardon," he said, grave.
ly. "I did not mean to wound you, but
the song meant so much to me."
"And to me," said the girl.
"I know," he answered; "It was half
yours.
"O, I didn't mean that," she. said,
softly. "But I was sorry for your
sake."
He leaned toward her.
and had heard hundreds applaud It. "Alice." he said, "there Is one thin
But he longed to compose sometnmg i WOnld rather possess than all the sue
better, nobler, grander. I cess the song could possibly have
As he walked up the street now, brought me. . It Is your love."
there was a half formed melody ring- i am glad," she whispered, "that
ing in his head. If he only had words the song failed if my love can take
that would do justice to the air he the place of its success."
might yet fulfill his great ambition. It was well after midnight when
"If I were living In a story," he John Vanders reached his room. On
mused, "instead of In real life, a poem his face there was no mark of the fall-
with words of wonderful grandeur ure. Instead be was radiantly happy.
would spring to my brain." . Without a second's delay he seated
And then, without warning of any himself at his desk with a pile of mu-
ktud, a sheet of paper fluttered to the sic ruled paper before him. One note
walk at bis feet. Mechanically he pick- followed another In rapid succession
ed it up; almost unconsciously he read I till the first few strains were done.
the writing upon it. With a dull and Then he rose and played the air on the
uncomprehending knowledge that his piano. It was the music of which be
poem had come to him at last, be stood had dreamed
there in the middle of the walk, read- Daylight had flooded the room before
lng It again and again. It was just he finished, but when at last he rose
Little Orphant Annie.
Little Orphant Annie's come to our bouse
to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, au'
brush the crumbs away.
Au' shoo the chickens off the porch, an'
duct the hearth au' sweep,
Au' make the lire, au' bake the bread, an'
earn ber bourd au' keep;
An' all us other children, when the sup
per things is dune.
We set around the kitchen fire an' has
the most est fuu
A'liEt'niu' to the witch tales 'at Annie
tells about.
At the gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out! '
for placing the boys were made wnlie
Smith was advertising bis attendance
at a well-known coaching house In Lon
don: and that the amount to be paid
for the two lads was l!0 a year each.
the exact sum hi consideration of wblch
Mr. Snawley made over bis two
wretched little stepsons to the oily
Squeers. The description of the
awful dun at Cotberstoue, with Its
wolf-eyed "pupils" starving on putrid
meat, aud clad In workhousa clothing,
with wooden clogs; the tyranny and 111-
usuge, the utter absence of moral con
trolall this Is pathetic In the ex
treme." The1 brothers, after spending
two years In this hopeless misery, were
rescued owlngto the casual visit of an
uncle. It is Interesting to recall that
James, who was taken as pupil by his
father, who was theu rexldent engineer
at the Loudon dock works, and bad as
new companion Bidder, the Calculat
ing Boy, became president of the lusti
tution of civil engineers In 1881.
f -' 1
ntmtttr
Onct they was a little boy wouldn't say
his prayers, ,
An' when he went to bed at mht away
upstairs.
His Mummy heered him holler, an' his
Daddy heered him bawl,
An' when they turnt the kivvers down,
he wasn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter room.
an' cubbyhole an press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an'
ever wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thlst his
- pants an roundabout,
An' the gobble-uus '11 git you
Ef you
. Don't
Watch
Out!
I" ". " t
i mi i i.j ratrt ihhhhh
''1
'YOU HAVK SOMETHl' OF MIKE."
such a thought as he wished to set to
music, just-
"I beg your pardon," said a voice,
"but I believe you have something of
mine."
John Vanders looked up quickly. In
the doorway of the house stood a girl
of perhaps twenty. One glance was
enoughto show that she was pretty.
he breathed a sigh of relief. After all
bis work he had finally accomplished
something at least self-satisfying.
They sat at the theater one evening
soon afterward, both happy, both filled
with hop. Once more the great pipe
organ began to play. Once more, as he
had done before, the man said: "It's
ours, yours and mine." Then the first
An' one time a little girl 'ud alius laugh
an' crin.
An' make fun of ever'one an' all her
blood an' kin;
An' onct, when they was "company.
an ole folks was there.
She mocked 'em an shocked 'em, an
turnt to run an' hide.
They was two great big Blaek Things
a-btandin by her side.
An' they Biiatched her through the ceilln
'fore she knowed what she s about.
An' the gobble-uns '11 git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' little Orphant Annie says, when the
blaze is blue.
An' the lamp wick splutters, an' the wind
goes woo-oo !
An' you bear the crickets quit, an' the
moon is gray.
An' the lightnin' bugs in dew Is all
quenched away, .
You better mind yer parents, an' yer
teachers, fond an dear.
An' churlsh them 'at loves you, an' dry
the orphnnt's tear,
An he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clus
ters all about,
Er the gobble-uns '11 git you
Ef you
- , . Don't
Watch
Out!
James Whiteomb Riley.
One Day Nearer Home.
O'er the hills the sun is setting,
And the eve is drawing on;
Slowly drops the gentle twilight,
For another dny forgone.
Gone for aye its race is over,
Soon the darker shades will come;
Still, 'tis sweet to know at even,
We are one day nearer home.
"One day nearer," sings the seaman,
As he glides the waters o'er,
While the light is softly dying.
On his distant native shore.
Thus the Christian on life's ocean, ,
As his light boat cuts the foam,
In the evening criee with rapture,
"I am one day nearer home."
Worn and wesry, oft the pilgrim
Hails the setting! of the sun;
For the goal is one day nearer,
And his journey nearly done.
Thus we feel when, o'er life's desert.
Heart and sandal sore we roam,
As the twilight gathers o'er us,
We are one day nearer home.
Nearer home! Yes, one day nearer
To our Father's house on high
To the green fields and the fountains
Of the lands beyond the sky,
For the" heavens grow brighter o'er us,
And the lamps hang in the dome,
And our tents are pitched still clorer.
For we're one day nearer home.
Rev. Benj. II. Hunt
GREATNESS OF INVENTIONS.'
Tho yellow stain caused by removing the plat from the hypo too soon
can be removed by placing the negative in the following solution: Alum.
50 parts; water, 1,000 parts; bichromate of potassium, 10 parts; hydro
chloric acid, 10 parts. After several minutes the negative turns yellow.
It Is washed thoroughly, exposed' to eunlight for several minutes and de
veloped with the ordinary oxalate-and-iron developer. Am. Pbotog.
In a recent leenre to amateurs Mr. George G. Rockwood, the well-known-New
York photographer, said: "There Is no paper made on earth that will
print with all kinds of negatives, and the converse of that proposition 1
true, that no, negatives can be made that will print on all kinds of paper
with satisfactory results. This Is a preliminary statement of the fact that
all developing papers require especially made negatives or negatives of a
particular quality In order to get the best results. I have been making
experiments with developing papers, the results of which lead me to say:
Negatives for all developing papers should be full (not over) time, and
developed with the utmost caution as not to In the slightest degree "block
the high lights; In fact, a very thin but snappy negative Is just the thing;
required full of detail, but clear in shadows. There is no danger of carry
ing this caution to an extreme, for this particular paper will almost print
from an ambrotype. It will be noticed that the very best results obtained)
from amateur films or negatives are produced on the various developing
papers. It is because the amateur almost universally stops short of full
envelopment; hence, they have almost exactly the quality to produce the best
results on this grade of paper. Negatives possessing this peculiarity will not
make the best Impressions on I'. O. P paper, but If care is taken In making
the negatives for the developing papers, It would be a skilled expert that
would distinguish prints on such paper from the best platinum photographs."
True Measure Their Service to Society
in influence on CI villzntlon.
The greatness of Inventions Is meas
ured not by their Ingenuity nor by the
fortunes they make for their origin
ators or others, for that is a small mat
ter, but by the service wblch they ren
der ' to society and by their Influence
on civilization. I had Intended, there
fore, to Interpret briefly some of the
great Inventions, to show how the most
destructive weapons of war are life
savers and peace-preservers; how the
telephone will affect morals and elevate
the standard of hi, nor; bow the arc light
serves as good police; how the elevator
is affecting social problems by piling
one city On top of another; how the
ocean cables, the telegraph and wire
less telegraphy are creating new world
conditions which are producing a new
world-life, and how the bicycle and the
automobile, by securing for us better Bntlflght in , Portugal Not Danger-
roaus, win not only increase tne wealtn, one, but Heqnlra Delicate Skill.
but also improve the Intellectual and "Bulls In boxing gloves, toreadors
moral life of the country, but the limits witn t0T ,Deflr8 and lady-like little
of this article forbid. dandlM in natent leather dancing
If Inventions are to be measured by Luoe8 rfacefully waving- silken scarfs."
their effects, by far the greatest In the Tbi8 ls the way an Englishman once
history of the world was the Invention described a Portuguese bull fight
of the steam englue. In 1769. the same And the sketeh is fairly correct The
year in which the Duke of Wellington Dull flgntg in tne re&ims of King Carlos
BULLS WITH BOXING GLOVES.
WASTED NO WORDS.
and Napoleon Bonaparte were born,
James Watt patented bis steam engine,
which was destined to exert more Influ
ence In 'shaping the world's future than
both of these great captains put to
gether. From the beginulng, man has
had to struggle with nature for his life.
She scorched him; she frosted him; she
starved him; she smote htm with dis
ease; she overawed aud terrorized him;
her winds buffeted him; her waters
drowned him. Before her lightnings,
ber floods, ber cataracts, her aval
anches, ber tempestuous seas, be was
powerless. Against the measureless
forces of nature he could oppose only
bis puny arm. On that arm be must
rely to wrest from her bis food, fuel,
raiment, and shelter. Such was the un
equal contest for long thousands of
years. But to-day nature ts man's ser
vant; her mighty forces do his bidding,
and run his errands. Dr. Jos la h Strong,
In Success.
are humanitarian contests, not more
BULL WITH BOXINO GLOVES.
Two Ways.
There Is a good Jval of comfort to be gkjjj
dangerous than a Rugby football match,
but requiring almost as much delicate
as a gam of billiards,
found with the people who are. as the h , kllKl Rn(- ,
phrase goes "like our folks." The Con- wounded Tne bull &ghtet mounted
of-
"Yor want of love," finished the man.
Blmlra Telegram.
Brown hair crowned a face of singular notes of the song welled out and the
beautv: two brown eyes soul eyes whole audience listened reverently.
looked straight Into his; a little mouth, When the song ended the house was
half smiling, half frowning, silently a bedlam of noise. People clapped
commanded the return of the paper; a their hands, stamped their feet, whis
plump arm, with the sleeve rolled up tied, cried, applauded In every concelv-
to the elbow, was stretched out In sup- aDie manner. Again ana again wej
olication. It ls no wonder, for the mo- encored tho singer. When at last quiet
ment, John Vanders forgot his ambi- reigned the man turned to the girl and
tion repeated tne words
"You have something of mine," the "It's ours, yours and mine."
irirl reneated. "It 1 grand," said the girl; "it only
Still bewildered, Vanders held up the fell shrt before for want of for want
paper, xou mean misr u uaaeu.
"Certainly." said the girl, with a
little laugh; "give it to me."
"But I want It myself." objected
Vanders, drawing back In fear lest the
girl should take It from him
"Sir!" The girl's mouth was frown
lng now. ,
Before Vanders could reply there
was a step behind him and a man came
up the walk to the door.
"Father." said the girl, "this gentle
man has a paper belonging to me."
. Vanders noticed she used the' word,
"gentleman."
The older man turned angrily. Then
he held out his hand.
"Why, it's Vanders," ie announced,
cordially; "won't you join us at din
ner?" Without a word Vanders followed
the man, a Mr. Merton, into the house,
v.here he was Introduced to the daugh
ter, Miss Alice.
A Great Wheel.
Laxey, in the Isle of Man, Is the bead
quarters of the lead mtaea of the in
land, more than half the ore being ob
tained there. It ls celebrated also for
its great wheel, which was erected m
1854. Its diameter Is seventy-two feet,
and so splendidly Is It set that there ls
no oscillation, and It has been golnf
practically ever since Its erection.
Always the Way.
"Ernie la womanlike."
"What now?"
"Why, she talked for an hour with
out letting me get in a word, and then
said: 'Why do you let me tell you all
this?'" .
Few faults are lost, yet many are
found.
IDENTITY OF DICKENS' SQUEERS.
Qaeat Renewed by Reprint of Old "Ad"
' In London Timek.
The quest for the Identity of Mr.
Wackford Squeers has been revived by
the reprint by tb,e Times of an adver
tisement from Its Issue of Jan. 7, 1803,
says the London Chronicle. A Mr.
Simpson, of Woden Croft, near Barnard
Castle, thereby announced bis attend
ance at the Paraeen's Head, Snowhtlt,
te receive "young gentlemen," and a'
contemporary jumps to the conclusion
that this person was the prototype of
the Infamous Squeers. As a matter of
fact Dickens bad only too many orig
inals for his pitiful story, and an extra
ordinary parallel to the tale told la
"Nicholas Nickelby" may be found m
the biography of James Abernethy, the
father of marine engineering. This
work was published by his son In 1807,
and reviewed In the Chronicle of Dec.
28, of that year, the facts as to the mis
erable school life being reproduced from
the late engineer's diary, this portion of
which was written In 1834, or. about
four years before the novl made its
appearance In monthly parts.
Tbe reviewer thus tells the story, and
draws tbe parallel: "Tbe school to
which James and his brother George
were sent was kept by a ruffian named
Smith, at Cotherstone, near Barnard
Castle, in North Yorkshire, and there ls
something quite remarkable In the facts
that there was a Mrs. Smith, who ap
pears to have been the counterpart of
Mrs. Squeers; that tbe arrangements
gregationallst furnishes an Instance in
point, relative to the old and new way
of giving out church notices:
The old-fashioned clergyman had
been in tbe habit of making tbe an
nouncements In bis most punctilious
manner. Each one was couched lu
some such lanifuage as this:
"If it be In accordance with the will of
Divine Providence, there will be a meet
ing in this house this evening; the sub
ject will be, 'Scripture Promises,' and
there will be a short address by tbe pas
tor, no unforeseen accident prevent
ing."
on a good horse, which he ls careful
to keep out of the way of attacking
horns. Consequently there ts nothing
offensive in the sport, but plenty of
exoltement and amusement, and If be
hat the true sporting spirit the bull
must enjoy the game as heartily as any
one.
CONVERTS MILK INTO POWDER.
Hade Bis Communication with 8mlt
Kzprndlture of Breath.
"Speech with blm," says a recent
clever writer, "was a convenience, Ilk ,
a spoon; he did not UBe It oftener than
was necessary." She was speaking of
a taciturn Englishman. Yankees are-
usually readier with their tongues, yet
once In a while there Is a man among
them of this same silent kind. ' Such a
one was Reuben Jcnks of Hentley. '
One day, when he was passing the
farmhouse of a neighbor, he saw ,
smoke and' sparks rolling upward In
considerable volume. He knocked, and
walking unhurriedly Into ' tbe living
room, where the family were gathered,
remarked. In bis usual tranquil tone:
"Fire."
They were rather flutter-brained peo
ple, and as soon as they realized that
the alarm was genuine began to rush
about, collecting both valuable and.
worthless objects with Impartial haste.
Only one of them thought to ask wher -the
Ure was.
"Chimney," said Reuben. "Roof."'
Just then the eldest son, a lanky lad.,
rushed by, carrying an armful of use
less things. Reuben's hand shot oulr
and seized the boy's collar. The trash
waa thrown on tbe sofa. "Bucket,"
said Reuben. Then he vanished. j
The boy got a bucket and went np
to the scuttle, where be found Reuben
already on the ridge-pole with an ax.
The girls passed up water, the mother
continued to gather her treasures, and
the father ran down the road to get
help.
In a quarter of an hour he returned
wtth a dozen zealous farm-bauds, bear
ing palls; but as they reached th
house a grimy figure slipped from tho
Jow eaves to the porch and thence to
the ground, nodded, , wiped tho perspi
ration from his eyes with a scorched,
sleeve and remarked, briefly:
"Out."
lavaatloa that May Do Away with Pa la
of Product la Liqaid Form
Soon you may have milk delivered to
your home in a paper or cloth sack
When his successor arrived everv one or tn a package wtth a string around
suuDosed that the old order of things It The grocer win scoop u up irom
nvts-flin K1 tr nnnHnna 111 Vitslr am Hut a harrel as be does flour, meal or
the congregation Involuntarily drew n sagnt. A new lnyentlon called the
K-ooth nf roitof uhMi ho n.iainr n. exsiccator transforms skimmed milk
u.vu.u - .V..-- ...
marked, In a pleasant conversational
tone:
"I haven't yet decided whether or not
It's advisable to continue the evening
meetings during the coming month.
'Tany rate, we'll bold one to-night; and
let's all try to be there."
The Amateur Actor.
"A few of us are going to have pri
vate theatricals," the aspirant said to
an old actor tbe other day, "and I am
cast to pose as the dying gladiator.
Would you mind giving me a few
wrinkles?" ' ,
"Oh, no. You are the dying gladi
ator, eh? Well, to begin with, what
are you dying for?!'
"I I don't understand."
MILK POWDER MACHINE.
Into a highly soluble powder of flour,
wblch can be transported for a long
"Rut vou must understand. I want tlmo without spoiling. The powder
know whether vou are dvlnir for a will roadlly dissolve la warm water,
glass of beer or being carried off by to 70 dogrees 0., and tho solution
iinnlnir consumption. It will make tastes, smells and look Just llko trosn
a heap of difference In the pose." milk. The Invention eomes from Swe
Accordlng to Inter Information, the den and is the product of the brain of
vnimtr man was wlldlv searching a vol- ono Martin BckeuDerg. a large ex
urn of Shakespeare to see what the stecator will evaporate 021 gallons of
elfldintor died for. skimmed milk in ten hours and costs
about $1,200,
Woman uooior at lnqueac.
For the first time In the history
Wolverhampton a woman doctor
or , Ships Like Bird.
re" Professor Kretchmar of the German
cently gave evidence at an Inquest. At wjects the traditional typo of ship
the request oi tue coroner ine post- ptttirnd on the form of fishes and
mortem, wnicu ai ou a woiuau oouy, iUD)rtltutes that of aquatic Birds. By
was made by two women doctors. minimizing tbe wavo resistance the
Th. n.. Thimr Nedr.,i. new form augment tho propelling ca
"Don't be despondent Henry; there pacity of the screw of a ship of tbe
nf irnod thlnes In thin iifo present typo 60 per cent, thus produc-
hesldes money." to a corresponding acceleration of
"I know It, Martha, but you can't Pxl without any Increase of power.
have them without money." New
York Sun.
First Mother-in-Law Joke,
Eve Mother ls coming to visit us to-
Men are too much Inclined to accept morrow,
a pretty woman at ber face value. 1 Adam Oh, fudge! Baltimore Nows.
A Dlsenohaavtlncc View.
. It la unsafe to Judge by apearancea;.
even the most agreeable ones. The
bachelor who Is Interested In the ex
periences of his married friends was In
a car with a couple with whom be was
acquainted. It was a rainy morning.
The young wife had ber umbrella
well Out ef the way of those who
passed up and down the car, but a
lumbering, overgrown boy, on his pas
sage to tbe door, managed to bit it
with one foot, fall over It, and break it
before be regained bis balance.
"Oh, I'm sorry I broke It!" stam
mered the unfortunate, with a scarlet
face. "I I'd like to pay "
"Never mind. I'm sure It wasn't
your fault," and the lady smiled np at
him without a trace of anger or even
Irritation on her face.
"Well, I must say your wife ls an
angel!" exclaimed the bachelor, warm
ly. "Most women would have with
ered that elumsy boy wtth a look, if
they hadn't scorched blm with words."
"Bhs ls an angel," sadd th married
man, as he picked Hp the piece of the
umbrella and smiled qutxslcally at hu
wife, "but she's wanted a new um
brella for a month, and now she knows -111
get It for her. It's a sad world,
tsnt It? full of disappointments ana-dteenehanttaenta."
United Bta.se a Borrower.
The estimate 1 made that this coun
try annually Nclve ,$30,000,000 oa
its capital invested In foreign coun
tries, and pays $110,000,000 to foreign
ers on tbelr capital Invested hero, mak
ing an adverse balance on this Item of
$00,000,000.
) Somebody Would Benefit.
"Yes," remarked the loud-voiced
man with the diamond stod, "I am out
of politics for good."
"Ah," murmured tbe sedate little fol
low In the corner. "May I ask for
whose good?" Philadelphia Record.
New Engineering Device. .
A new device to prevent locomotive
wheels from slipping magnetizes that
drivers so that they .stick to the rails.