WHICH ARC YOU?
There are two kinds of people on earth
.. to-day.
Just two kinds of people, no more, X say.
Not the sinner and saint, for 'tis well
understood
The good are half-bad, and the bad are
, half-good. -
Xot the rich and the poor, for to count
a man's wealth
You must first know the state of his con--
science and health. ' ;
Not the humble and proud, for in life's
little span
Who puts on vain airs is not counted a
- man.
Not the happy and sad, for the swift
flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each,
man his tears.
No; the two kinds of people on earth I
mean
Are the people who lift, and the people
who lean.
Wherever yon go, yon will find the
world's masses
Are always divided in just these two
classes.
And oddly enough, you will find, too, I.
ween.
There is only one lifter to twenty who
lean.
In which class are you? Are you easing
the load
Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the
road?
Or are you a leaner, who lets others bear
Your portion of labor and worry and
care? ' ' '
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
A Rummage Romance
WHEN energetic Mrs. John An
drews, who had been unani
mously elected general, man-'
ager of the rummage sale, came in the
course of her canvassing to Miss Hunt
er's house, she hesitated at the gate,
and finally walked slowly on. But she
went only a few steps, then turned ab
ruptly round, walked quickly back,
opened the gate with a decided hand,
and, without giving herself time to
change her mind, stepped firmly up the
path and knocked sharply on the door.
"Almira Hunter has been let alone
longer than is good for anybody," she
said to herself. "She used to be real
active in church affairs, and there's
no reason why she shouldn't be now.
It's unchristianlike to let her ostracize
herself as she has done of late years."
Miss Almira looked not a little sur
prised to see Mrs. Andrews, who had
"RELICS OF HAPPIER DATS.
been one of her intimate friends in
former years, standing once more on
her doorstep, but she said quite sim
ply and cordially:
"Why, Mary, how do you do? It's
a long time since you've been to set
me."
"Xo longer than since you've been to
see me," chided Mrs. Andrews gently,
when she was seated in the cozy din
ing room. "But we simply can't get
along without you any longer, Almira.
I've come to get you to help us."
When the explanation of the rum
mage sale was finished, Miss Hunter
sat silent "in her chair, gazing reflect
ively out itcross the meadows which
rolled away to the south.
"1 do not think I can come to help
you sell the things, but I will 'rum
mage' aud send or bring you the
spoils. Will that do?"
And Mrs. Andrews was well content
with her partial victory.
When her visitor had gone. Miss Al
mira slowly climbed the stairs to her
attic and reluctantly opened a trunk
which had long been closed. It cost
her a pang to look again on these rel
ics of happier days. With reverent
fingers she took out one garment after
another, examined and laid it aside.
Here was a dress of her mother's no,
she could not give them that Here
was the coat her father had worn in
the war every thread of it was dear
to the patriotism within her. Here
was a dress of her own youth, a deli
cate sprigged muslin; how well she re
membered the first time she had worn
it! Caleb had admired it and that
night as she stood a moment at the
gate with him he had touched it tim
idly, caressingly, and said:
"You are prettier than ever to-night,
Mira."
What had come between them? Why
had he never answered her last let
ter? How happy she had been when
he wrote asking her to be his wife!
She hnd the letter still, laid away
among her most cherished possessions.
But she never looked at it now; there
was no need; every word, even the
shape of every letter, was engraved
upon her heart.
"Dear Mira," (so the letter ran), "you
must know what I tried to find words
to say the last time we met. I couldn't
put It as I wauted to then, and I can't
now, so I .must just tell you that I love
you. Mira, darling. I love you and
want you to be my wife. Will you?
You will thing this a short, abrupt let
ter, but when the heart would be most
eloquent" tlve tongue is silent and the
pen refuses to be fluent. Thus It Is
with my pen to-night. It will write
nothing but what has rung In my
thoughts a long, long time; Mira, I love
you, I love you, I love you. over and
over again. Write to me. dear, and
tell me, if you can (and oh, I hope you
can!), that I have not been deceived in
thinking you not quite indifferent to
me Yours, for life, death and for
ever. Caleb Thomas."
She ba-1 answered bis letter. Yes,
THE BIGGEST SAILING VESSEL AFLOAT.
The Thomas W. Lawson, the first seven-masted schooner ever built, the first
steel schooner ever constructed in America, and the biggest sailing vessel afloat
has been launched at the yards of the Fore River Ship and Engine Company at
Quincy, Mass. Her cost is $250,000 and her building occupied eight months. She
is owned by a syndicate headed by Capt John G. Crowley, and will be used first
in the coastwise coal-carrying trade, and it is expected that later she may be
sent to the Philippines. : '
The Lawson is the first of an entirety new type of schooner; indeed, she'
might almost be called the pioneer of a new kind ; of merchantman. She is not.
only the largest sailing vessel in the world and the first American schooner built
of steel, but she is the first sailor to be also equipped .with steam as a means of
meeting the competition of steam freight carriers.- The crew expense has been
cut practically in half by the introduction of engines to manage all the sails, to
handle the enormous anchors and to do the stevedore work. She is lighted by '
electricity, and steered by steam and equipped with' a telephone system.
Sixteen men, including the captain, the engineers and the cook, will be the
seven-master's full complement, while a square-rigger of even less cargo capacity
the Lawson's is 8,100 tons could not get along with fewer thn thirty-five or
forty hands. . .. ,
' The Thomas W. Lawson measures 403 feet over all,- but her steel spike bow
sprit is 85 feet long, and from its tip to the end of the'aftermast boom is nearly
500 feet. On the water line her, length is 368 feet, while her beam measurement .
is 50 feet, her depth 34 feet 5 inches, and her loaded draft 2t feet.
she had answered it with words that
came straight from her heart, and told
him of the love she bore him, and that
she would be proud and happy to be
bis wife. And that was alL He had
never written to her again, and when
he came back to Brentley they bad met
as though h!s letter had never been
written and answered. -
She raised her head wearily and con
tinued her. search. At last she found
a coat that had belonged to her brother
George (married now and living In a
distant state), and several other gar
ments with which she could part, and
making them Into a parcel sent them
with one or two articles of furniture
and various other things to the hall
where the rummage sale -was to be
held.
It was on the evening of this bright
October day that the sale was to com
mence. The town had been ransacked
from end to end, a little judicious ad
vertising done, all the articles collected
and arranged, and now, with a sigh of
relief and anticipation, the maids and
matrons of Brentley stood and looked
a moment on the work of their hands
ere they went home to snatch a hasty
'supper before returning for the open
ing of Jhe sale in the. evening.
Among those who dropped in that
evening to "see how the women folks
were getting along," was Caleb Thom
as. He passed down the hall, exchang
ing a pleasant word with an acquaint
ance here and there and amusedly in
specting the heterogeneous conglom
eration of donations, until he came to
a. counter presided over by the daugh
ter of an old friend, who laughingly
challenged him to pick from her stock
in trade the style which suited him
best She had charge of a part of the
clothing and merrily exhibited her as
sortment commenting gaily on each.
At Ust she held up a coat in the style
of twenty years ago. "See," she said
gleefully, "Miss Almira Hunter sent
this in; how old-fashioned it is! One
would think it came over -in the May
flower and hadn't seen the light of
day since; and, indeed, it must have
been laid away for ever so long, for
she-"
"I'll take it." Interrupted Caleb short
ly. "How much is it?"
"Fifty cents." was the wondering
answer. The girl watched him with
perplexed, musing eyes as he threw the
coat over his arm and made his way
straight to the doer. She wondered
if there was any truth In the gossip
she had heard but hardly heeded,
which called him an old lover of Miss
Hunter's.
Meanwhile Caleb Thomas took bis
way homeward, the coat pressed tight
ly to his side. Once in a while he
stroked it tenderly, almost timidly it
was something Mira had touched.
Arrived at his' bachelor home, he
spread bis purchase on a chair and sat
down facing it Somehow, the sight of
something connected with her brought
thronging back the old pain, the old
question, "Why?" Why had she never
broken her proud silence?
With the question still echoing in Irs
heart he took the coat and slowly put
it on. It fitted well. He remembered
that her brother George had been about
his size. He ran his hand over it In
an awkward masculine way, patting
it abstractedly. Suddenly, near one of
the pockets, something rustled. He
felt in the pocket but there was noth
ing there. Still the rustling continued
when he touched that part of the coat
It occurred to him that there must be
something between' the cloth and
the lining, and searching carefully he
found a rip and drew out a letter,
sealed, stamped, but not postmarked,
and addressed to himself in a hand
that sent a thrill along every nerve.
Slowly and wonderingly he broke the
seal and glanced at the date. It was
1882. He rubbed his eyes as If in a
dream. What did it mean?
Suddenly, like a flash of light It was
all clear to him. Here was the answer
to the why, the long-delayed answer to
his letter. She had given it to George
to post and George (he was always a
careless boy) had slipped It into his
pocket and forgotten it and it had
worked its way through the rip and
lain for twenty long years between the
cloth and lining. And, miracle of
miracles'. It bad at last been deliv
ered to Its rightful owner.
He finished the letter, folded It care
fully, and replacing it in its envelope
put it back in his pocket Forgetting
that he still wore the old coat for now
his only thought was to get to Mira,
he strode out into the night and hur
ried, almost ran, down the village
street
There was a light In Miss Hunter's
sitting room, where she sat trying to
read. But she could not concentrate
her thoughts upon her book; they
would turning again and- again to Ca
leb Thomas.
Suddenly there was a step at the
outer door, the latch clicked sharply,
and someone stepped toward the inner
room. Then Caleb Thomas stood be
fore her.
"Mira!" he said simply, "Mira!.
Miss Hunter, started to her feet pale,
trembling; speechless. Caleb fumbled
In the pocket of the old coat and drew
out the letter, her letter, so old and
yet. so . new.
"See, dear," he said, "I found It in
the coat you sent to the rummage sale
and which I bought because you had
touched it Oh, Mira, say that you
mean it still. Say that you will"
He stopped suddenly, ., for with a
great cry of joy she swayed forward
and would have fallen but for the hun
gry arms which canght her and drew
her home to his breast at last Farm
and Home.
A NOTED EDUCATOR.
Sr. Charles Kendall Adams, Who Died
Recently in California.
The recent death In California of Dr.
Charles Kendall Adams, formerly pres
ident of the University of Wisconsin,
removed one of the most gifted and
progressive educators in the United
States. Dr. Adams had been ill for
several months and death "Came as a
relief. His death was due to Bright's
disease.
Charles Kendall-Adams was born In
Vermont in 1835. and was reared in a
family where Intellectual strength was
more conspicuous than worldly wealth.
He entered the public schools at Derby.
Vt, but at the age of 20, when his par
ents removed to Iowa, he was still un
decided whether his life work would be
as a student or a factor in the commer
cial world. At 21 'he definitely deter
mined to St himself for college, and in
the summer of 1856 began to study
Latin and Greek at Denmark Academy
under the instruction of Rev. H.-K. Ed
son. In September. 157. he was admit
ted to the University Of Michigan, and
literally, .so far as. finances were con:
cerned. worked his way through that
college.
He became interested in historical
studies and took a post-graduate course
in that line. At the satne time he be
came assistant librarian of the univer
sity and had charge of one of the lower
classes in history. It was 1864 before
he began to reap a reward for his la
bors. He then received an appoint
ment as instructor of history and
Latin,-and a year later be became an
assistant professor. When Prof. White
resigned in 1867 to take the presidency
of the Cornell Prof. Adams became a
full professor of history of the Univer
sity of Michigan, and found his repu
tation for scholarship made.
Other universities and colleges sought
him, but he remained with the Univer
sity of Michigan until called to the
presidency of Cornell, a position which
he held for seven yeara. At Cornell he
devoted himself largely to consolidat
ing and reorganizing many depart
ments, with such success that the
teaching staff rose from 54 to 135 and
the students enrolled from 573 to 1,506.
On January 17. 1893, Prof. Adams
was inaugurated president of the Uni
versity of Wisconsin at Madison, and
held that position until last year, when
failing health compelled his resigna
tion. In -degrees he received that of
LL. D. from the University of Chicago
in 1878 and from Harvard in 1S86.
Prof. Adams was the author of De
mocracy and .Monarchy in France,
which attracted much attention . and
was translated into German. He was a
capital organizer, strong-willed and
purposeful. He gave the University of
Wisconsin a national education and in
creased its business strength manifold.
Besides his contributions to American
and foreign reviews he wrote Repre
sentative British Orations and a num
ber of historical contributions to cur
rent literature.
Love's young dream is all right until
the matrimonial alarm clock goes off
and causes a rude awakening.
I
DR. CHARLES TL. ADAMS.
NATIONAL PJUOTER Y.
GIGANTIC BUILDING IS NEARING
COMPLETION.
Will Have a Floor Space of Over Four-.
- teen Acres and Nearly 4,000 Persons
-Will Find Employment 137 Presses
; Will Be Running. P'--'V :
- The new government printing office
Is approaching completion and will be
a gigantic affair, writes Bene Bache,
the well-known : Washington ' corre
spondent. It will cost 12,000,000, and
will provide a total floor space of over
fourteen acres more than two and a
half times the floor area available in
the present establishment As yet the
building is entirely covered with scaf
folding, but it is substantially finished,
except for the interior woodwork and
painting. " It will be the greatest print
ing shop in the world, employing the
services of nearly 4,000 people. Accu
rately speaking. 3,889 persons will toil
under Its mighty roof, nearly 1,000 of
them being -women and girls. Each
year it will expend the enormous sum
of $4,000,000, nearly three-fourths of it
for labor, and In its main composing
room 824 printers will be engaged in
sticking type. Eight hundred and
eighty-five employes will be occupied
in bindingthe books and documents
produced, and an additional 6C5 will
do nothing but fold the printed sheets.
Figures like these give a notion of
the- gigantic scale on' which the shop
will be conducted. Each twelvemonth
it will consume for bindings the skins
of 36,000 sheep and 11,000 goats, in ad
dition to 75,000 square feet of "Russia
leather," made from cowhide. It will
use up in a like period 8,000 tons of
white paper, 40,000 pounds of printing
ink and 37,000 pounds of glue, "together
with 7,000 pounds of thread for sewing
books and pamphlets, and 4,000 packs
of gold leaf for the titles of volumes
de luxe.
One hundred and twenty-seven
presses will be constantly in opera
tion in the great building, their total
output in a working day of eight hours
being just about 1,000,000 impressions.
These presses are of every conceivable
kind, one of them being-capable of
printing cards on both sides from a
web of bristol-board at the rate of 65,
000 cards per hour, while four other
machines turn out 40,000 printed en
velopes every sixty minutes. The quan
tity of type actually employed will be
approximately 1,500,000 pounds, or 750
tons. :
No other government spends any
thing like the amount of money on
public printing that is squandered by
Uncle Sam. In this particular Congress
is always 'disposed to a reckless ex
travagance, and hence the huge size
of the plant required. Public documents
are an important perquisite of Sena
tors and Representatives, who scatter
them broadcast among their ' constitu
ents. One hundred tons of a single re
port now in press will be issued and
distributed in this manner, "and the
total number of volumes' of various
kinds of literature turned out by the
office in a twelvemonth is about 1.000,
000, representing a total cost of some
what more than $i,000,000.
Nowadays government books, ; like
other kinds, of publications, require il
lustrations, -and the cost of these ran
up to about $300,000 last year. It is
safe to say that teu years from now
Uncle Sam's printing shop will spend
pretty nearly half a million dollars for
pictures. The most costly illustrations
are for the reports for the Department
of Agriculture and the bulletins of the
Bureau of Etbiiology, many of ti:ese
being in colors. Each bureau furnishes
its own pictures, but the printing oiUce
has them reproduced by firms in Bos
ton, New York and elsewhere. These
firms print the illustrations ;ind return
them to Washington, ready to be
bound with the text.
The most important job the big shop
has to execute is the printing of. the
Congressional Record. This daily news
paper, which records nothing but the
doings of the National legislature, is
written from beginning to end by the
official reporters of the House and Sen
ate, who take down in shorthand every
word that is said at either end of the
Capitol. They dictate from their notes
to typewriters, and the material thus
reduced to typescript is sent over to
the printing offices in batciies by mes
sengers. The Record is ready for dis
tribution early next morning. One hun
dred compositors are employed exclu
sively in the business of setting type
for it, one department of the printing
office being devoted exclusively to this
publication, which is "set up" and sent
to press just like any newspaper, being
delivered every day to about 9.000 sub
scribers. Each- representative in Con
gress gets 22 copies daily, while a Sen
ator Is entitled to 42. Anybody may
subscribe, the price being $1.50 a
month; but the paper is not directly
profitable to Uncle Sam, inasmuch as it
costs $125,000 a year.
The printing of bills Is another im
portant feature of the work of the es
tablishment. Though only a few hun
dred of the measures submitted to Con
gress In a year become laws, millions
of copies of them have to be printed.
A bill must go through a great many
phases before it can become a law, arid
during the process of Its evolution it
has to be printed again and again per
haps dozens of times. If finally passed,
a single copy of it is printed on the
finest parchment, and this goes to Pres
ident Roosevelt for his signature.
MAN WITH A BIG VOICE.
Member of the "Spellbinders' Trust"
. Tells a Story on Himself.
Grouped in the lobby one warm day,
taking in. the light southerly breeze,
were half a dozen of the House leaders.
Then and there the "Spellbinders'
trust" was formed. The coming cam
paign and the probable amount of
speaking that would be required were
discussed at length, and then the mem
bers of the trust drifted Into anec
dotes of the stump. .
Charles Littlefield, of Maine, led off.
"I'm going to tell one on myself," said
he, and soon he had a Jarge and in
creasing audience, including pages and
doorkeepers. Mr. Littlefield's voice. It
must be remembered, is famous from
Seattle to Eastport, and his constitu
ents in Maine insist that they can hear
CUR10US MLT DEPOSITS.
- One of the unique sights of California" is the - remarkable, salt deposits at .
Sal ton. This region lies in a depression some ' 300 feet below sea level, and is
thought at one time to have been the bed of an ancient sea or lake. The tract
of land looks like a vast snow, field.
The rock salt deposits cover about 1,000 acres, and are now worked for com
mercial purposes. The output from this place is abont 2,060 tons of salt annually,
valued at from $6 To $34 per ton. The labor is done chiefly by Indians, who are
able to withstand the intense heat of the desert (running np to 150 degrees in
June) better than the white men. -
The method employed is as follows: The salt is first- collected by a peculiar
plough having four wheels, in the center of which sits an Indian to guide it.
.This is run by a cable from a distant dummy engine. This machine cuts a broad
and shallow furrow eight feet wide and three feet long, throwing np the ridges
on both sides. Indians follow in the wake of the plough with hoes and pile -up
the salt in pyramids. -
the rumbling when he speaks in the
House. "
"It was up In Buffalo in the '96 cam
paign," he continued. "A local lawyer
and 1 had been assigned to a big meet
ing over on the tough side of the city.
The local man, who was evidently mak
ing his first campaign appearance, was
introduced first and proceeded. to draw
from his inside pocket a manuscript
from which he started to read.
"It was a- pretty hard crowd, taken
all together, but at the same time they
were a bright lot and up-to-date. My
friend read on for some twenty min
utes under great difficulty, and then
the crowd began to cheer and shout in
derision. Nothing like this, however,
could stop him. All kinds of questions
were fired at him, but he paid no atten
tion and continued to read off long lists
of statistics. At last the chairman of
the meeting signaled the leader of the
band to start up. The band played
'Home, Sweet Home,' as a gentle hint
but . the- speaker only waited until it
finished and then continued. At the
end of an hour of the worst rot I ever
heard, my ambitious friend closed in
what he thought was a blaze of glory.
" 'Three cheers for the speaker for
finishing!" some one yelled.
"The cheers were given, and then I
was introduced. It 'was a tough prop
osition, but I jollied along with the
crowd, for some fifteen minutes, and
then launched into what I thought was
my best line of talk. I finished all
right, and the chairman said I had
made a hit. '
"In driving to the hotel after the
meeting the local speaker said to me:
'Mr. Littlefield. if I only had your
voice, with what I have to say, 'I
would be a wonder.' "
, Just then a roll call was announced
and the trust adjourned. Washington
correspondence New York Herald.
TOO MUCH PROVIDENCE.
Conclusion of the Deacon Who Refus
ed to Sell His Frnit.
"Years ago, when I was In the fruit
business." said a Michigander the other,
day, "I used to take some long chances
on the'apple and peach crop. I mean
by that that I would buy the yield of
an orchard after counting up the trees
in blossom, aud, strangely enough, I
never met with a loss of any account
My nearest shave was with a good old
djacvu, who Lad 500 peach trees in St.
Joe county. 1 knew the orchard well.
It always sent line peaches to market,
and one season I determined to copper
the yield.. I struck the place with
those 500 trees loaded down with blos
soms and estimated that the yield
could not be less than 1,500 bushels. I
offered the deacon $1,000 cash in hand,
but he shook his head. Then I went up
$250, and finally made the figure $1,
500. That was $1 a bushel, aud the
picking dud packing was to be at my
expense. -..
"'No, I don't think I'll do it. replied,
the deacon, after scratching his head
for a while.
" 'I don't believe you'll get a better
offer.'
" 'Mebbe not, but I think I'll trust
to Providence; I may get at least $2,000
for my peaches.'
"I didn't care to raise my figures."
said the buyer, "and so the matter was
off. I heard from the orchard just as
the trees were covered with young
peaches, but about that time a drought
set in and things began to burn. There
wasn't a smell of rain for six weeks,
and there wasn't a peach that wasn't
baked and shriveled and dried until
you couldn't tell what it was. The 500
trees didn't yield five eatable peaches.
Meeting the deacon along ' the last
week of August I said:
" 'Well, deacon, I'm $1,500 in pocket
" 'Yes,' he slowly replied.
" 'Going to trust to Providence an
other season?'
" 'Not entirely not quite. I've" fig
ured it out that if Laccept 98 per cent
of a good thing and trust to Providence
about 2 per cent. I may be able to buy
me a pair of new boots next year."
Detroit Free Press.
English. Landlord's Ways. .
The secretary of the Tenants' Pro
tective League sends us details of a pe
culiarly unjust and hard-hearted dis
traint on the part of-a Peckham land
lord. Last December a widow took a house
in Peckham upon ap annual tenancy,
at a rental of 39, and was foolish
enough to sign an agreement containing
a clause which specified that the rent
was to be paid quarterly in advance.
She was allowed to enter without any
prepayment and on the 25th of March
six months, 19, was demanded, one
quarter due and one quarter in advance.
This, of course, she was unable to pay,
and before March had run out her home
was stripped from kitchen to attic of
all its furniture save and except what
-was contained in one small bedroom,
where one of her daughters lay dying
of cancer.
On Saturday last the broker paid a
second visit and made a second dis-
train t broke the lock and forced an
entrance Into the sick room, and cleared
it of everything, even to the beef tea
standing by the bedside, and would
have taken the bed upon which the dy
ing girl lay, but was prevented by the
accidental presence in the room, when
the door was brutally forced, of a well
known Church of England clergyman,
who was tendering to the girl dying of
cancer spiritual consolation. His de
termined protest saved the girl her bed.
The Tenants' Protection League will
take the earliest opportunity of holding
a public meeting to protest against such
barbarous proceedings. They have ac
cordingly convened a meeting for S
o'clock on Sunday afternoon on Peck
ham Rye, where the chairman will give
chapter and Terse, names and details
of the outrageous acts here described.
London Chronicle.
The Day Was Fine.
A-ten-ton steam-hammer Is not the
proper Implement to employ in crush
ing peanut shells. Yet what Adrian H.
Joline calls the "habit of intellectual
domination" sometimes leads to a mis
use of mental force which suggests a
similar disproportion between the
work and the instrument.
Charles O'Conor, one of .the last as
well as one of the finest of our digni
fied' lawyers of the old school, was a
man of kind heart, but was rendered
somewhat overbearing by the practice
of cross-questioning witnesses and con
founding opposing counsel.
"I have a vivid recollection of the
great lawyer," says Mr. joline. "He
was a 'character!' "He had a melan
choly, subservient slave In his office,
named Effingham. Really, that was not
his name, but it will do. Poor old Ef
fingham would sometimes greet his
master of a morning with fawning po
liteness, rubbing his hands and saying,
'It's a fine day,' Mr. O'Conor.
"Whereupon the jurist fixing a cold
and glittering eye upon his affable
clerk, would reply:
" 'Effingham, I am in good health and
in full possession of my senses. I know
that it is a fine day, and I do not need
yon to remind me of it!' "
After such a snub gloom doubtless
settled down for Effingham, however
bright the sunshine, until his crushed
spirit had time to recover from the
shock.
Lord Spencer's Bargain.
Lord Spencer of Althorp, one Sf the
1 greatest of book collectors, was at
home only in his own field. One day,
in browsing about Bond street, he went
into the shop of a dealer in bric-a-brac.
The dealer, who knew him by sight
said, persuasively:
"Here Is a fine bit of pottery which
your lordship really ought to have, and
you shall have it very cheap only two
guineas."
So Lord Spencer bought it and took
it home, and set it in a high place. One
day a connoisseur of china paid him a
visit, and Lord Spencer showed his
bargain.
"What did you give for it?" asked the
connoisseur.
' "Two guineas," answered Spencer,
rather proudly.
"H'ni!" said the connoisseur. "At
that price the marmalade should have
been Included."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, that precious piece of yours
is nothing more or less than a shilling
marmalade pot, with a green thistle
painted on it."
Anecdotes of the Queen's Girlhood.
Mrs. Sarah Tooley, In her recently
published "Life of Queen Alexandra,"
tells some very Interesting anecdotes of
her majesty. As a child the Queen's
surroundings were exceedingly simple.
"Mamma," said the little Princess one
day, "why may not Dagmar and I wear
muslin dresses?" "Because," replied
her mother, "ybur father Is not a rich
man, and muslin dresses cost so much
! to get up. There were not many serv
ants at the Gule Palais, where the
Queen's early life was spent, and the
young Princesses were required to dust
their own rooms and to make them
selves useful at meal times. A gentle
man who was Invited one day to par
take of the informal family luncheon
at the Palais recalls that the butter
dish chanced to need replenishing, and
the Princess Louise (of Denmark), in
stead of summoning a servant, turned
to her eldest daughter and said: "Al
exandra, will you fetch some more but
ter?" And the future Queen of Eng
land departed on the homely errand ta
the larder.
The matter of kin settles whether a
wedding is to be a home or church af- !
fair. Aristocratic kin who look well '
on parade means a church wedding; '
lots of poor kin means a "cosy wedding '
at home." j
- We wish that we could take care ot
future ambitions as a girl speaks of
getting married, and use "when" in
stead of "if."
That which some people call repar
tee is really back talk.
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- the Czarina, bat Rejected.
The famous $40,000 coronation robe
made by the ambitious Mme. Barutti,"
of Paris, for the Czarina of Russia was
placed on exhibition in Chicago recent
ly. .The robe, which Is the finest ever
shown In' America, and one of the finest
ever seen at any time in the world's
history, was viewed by thousands of '
people. , ; .-'
The costly gown is a wonderful crea
tion of gold thread, ermine, white satin
and royal purple Velvet Not a jewel
was used on it but $10,000 worth of
gold thread and $7,000 worth of royal
ermine were, fashioned Into-the goWa;.
'during the two years It took Mme. Ba
rutti to complete it
The history, of the royal robe is as
Interesting as' its folds are luxurious.
Royalty never wore the gown, although -it
was made for the Czarina, but with--out
herknowledge. When the old Czar
of Russia died, Mme. Barutti- an
nounced mat sne naa oeen comuiis-.-sioned
to make the robe for the Czarina. I
She hastened to carry out her plans.
After many months she began showing
the gown to her creditors, who were
harassing her, for she owed more than -
6,000,000 francs. . Ambitious to become
the royal dressmaker for alj the houses-
of Europe and hoping thus to recoup
her lost fortunes and clear up her cred
it Mme. Barutti convinced her trades
men her day was coming -and secured
further credit from them.
The time arrived, however, when she
saw the robe would not grace the coro
nation, and Mme. Barutti went to the
room where-the gown was displayed
and killed herself. The gown and all
she owned were sold at auction, and
finally came into the possession of a .
New York firm.
The great mantle, twenty -seven feet '
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is of royal purple velvet trimmed with
white satin ribbons and a wealth of j
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ermine skins. The gown proper Is
decollete, of double thickness of white
satin. The train extends 100 Inches
from the waist and is bordered with a :
gold fringe two Inches wide. Every de-;
tall of the wonderful robe Is elaborate- f
ly wrought. The scattered gold decora
tions and scroll work, the rich laces and
heavy satin make it a modiste's dream. f
Chicago Inter Ocean. ' .
PROFESSIONAL PRAYER.
The Odd Business of an Old Negress
in New Orleans.
"In one of the more unique quarters
of New Orleans I have found one of the
most unique characters I ever saw, In
an old negro washerwoman," said a
man who has lately taken his resi- :.
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nues of the city, "and she seems to be
proceeding along original lines in the
main purpose of her life. Washing
clothes seems to be a mere incident to
the general plan she carries out. She -is
an interesting old character, and ean
quote copiously from the Bible.
This seems to be a bobby with her. She
has some kind of construction to put
on every line sne quotes, 100. ssne can
tell you just exactly wnat it means
from her way of looking at it But
this is not the point I had In mind. .
"Several days ago I got into con
versation with the old woman, and she
asked me if I didn't have some family
washing to give her. I told her I did
not, but encouraged' the conversation,
as I have a fondness for the negro of
the ante-bellum type, finding them al
ways very interesting. She finally,
threw a quotation from the Bible at
me, and it was followed by another,,
and still another, and so on. JSay,
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ever have anybody to do any prayin'
fo' yo'?' I told her I did not, and, be-'
coming" more interested in the Old worn-'-an,
I got her to unfold her whole
scheme to me. She did it without' any ',
sort of hesitation.
"She is a professional prayer, and
makes no small sum out of it. from
what she tdld me. She told me she
was praying once a week for the lady
next door, who; had employed her to
pray for her husband to quit drink
ing, although he is a very light drink
er, to my own knowledge. .The old
woman seemed to be very proud of her
calling, and whatever other people may
say about it she is an enthusiastic be
liever in the efficacy of her own pray
ers." New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Taxes Were Too Onerous.
From Pottsville comes a story of an
old chap who is proud to describe him
self as the original anti-expansionist.
Soon after the breaking out of hostili
ties with Spain and the passage of the
war-revenue act by Congress he began'
to orate against the new taxes as an
exhibition of federal tyranny. : He
would fairly froth at the mouth as he
denounced the war tariff and would
darkly hint at the possibility of a lat
ter day Patrick Henry and a new awak
ening of the people to a sense of the
Injustice. A severe cold laid him low,
and his doctor, finding him asleep one
day and thinking a little blistering
would do him good, applied a fine large
mustard plaster to the old fellow's back.
The burning, stinging bite of the heated
mustard awoke the crusty patient -.'ho
rolled over in agony for a minute or
two, clapped one hand behind hinf felt
the plaster, and, frantically tearing- :t
off, roared:
"Has it come to this, that an old man
like me can't even die peaceably in his
bed without having the government
come along and clap a revenue stamp
on him?" Philadelphia Times.
He Ate "Innards."
An actor who was accustomed to
spend bis summers in Wilton, Me.,
noted when, as the custom was, a farm
er "killed a critter," the liver, sweet
breads, kidneys, - etc., were thrown
away. He offered to purchase these
delicacies, but, though he got the goods,
the "sturdy farmer scorned his prof
fered gold." Not long after he observed
as be walked through the village that
he was the cynosure of all eyes, and
was followed by a wondering, If not
admiring, crowd, chiefly composed of
the young. "Aha!" thought he, "I can
not escape my fame; my glory as an
actor has followed me even to this ob
scure hamlet." And he was mightily
puffed up till he overheard one yokel
shout to another: "Bill, there goes the
feller what eats innards!" Boston
Journal.