SEMI-WEEKLY !XmifS Ktab. July, 1397. OA22TTK ltab. le. 12. j Consolidated Feb., 1899. COKVAI-LIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1903. VOIi. IV. NO. 29. The Contrabandist :OR: One Life's ;4 i CHAPTER XL A stranger brought a note for Lionis some hours after the disappearance of Rose. He said his name was Raimonde, and that he had been sent by a person who was a friend both to himself and to the missing girl. . ' The-note required Louis to trust him self absolutely in the hands of the mes senger. . For a time he hesitated.- Then his anxiety led him. to obey. He even '.. consented to be; blindfolded, as the letter had enjoined. Under circumstances of a less urgent and exciting nature, Louis might have paused to question the wisdom of his course in wholly and unreservedly en trusting himself to the hands of an ut ter stranger. Together they continued their route. , Raimonde paused, saying: .' Will monsieur stand here an instant.' I must move a step forward, and mon sieur must be very careful not to re move the handkerchief just yet." . He released his hand and - .left him. Louis, standing still, heard a hash, grat ing sound at a little distance before him, and a sound as of some person lifting a heavy body. -."Gome, -monsieur," said the voice of Kmmimris:-"tiitinni titan forward and here is my hand. I am below you now. - You must stoop. Put your hand on my shoulder thus. Now, you know that yon stand on a, rock, from, which . I. have jumped. You must follow me so; that is it.. Here we are!" ; i The grating noiso was1 heard again. Then Louis was conducted over what seemed to be a smooth and level path of stone. He had been admitted by "Raimonde through the rear entrance of the cavern and was passing now through ithe long subterranean gallery in the rock. At length they paused ' again ; a noise of bolts and bars withdrawn, and a door ; i a m i . ... , , IThen the handkerchief was untied, the door closed behind him, and taking ' oSE J tue bandage from ms eyes, .Liouis round himself in the cell of Jacques. - -'' "MonsieurJ" uttered , Jacques, spring ing forward, "so you are disguised, eh? I did not know you at first. ' "You here, my good friend?" uttered uous, m ustomsnment, loosing aooui him. "What place is this?" "-r-sh! not too loud, monsieur, if you -please. I told you I was a prisoner did ;,I not?" . r w - . Rose tell me' where she is." "She is here a-lso, monsieur in a cell - w uuvt mjj at.. 1 "Jacques! so near me-and in danger? Let me go instantly and deliver her!" He was at . the door, but Jacques sprang to his side. "For pity's sake, monsieur., be careful, or you will spoil all! Come here, I en treat you, and listen to me. Rose is safe at present, and if you are calm enough to hear what I wish to say, and to act with lne, we may rescue her in ten minutes, .whereas such impetuous haste as yours would ruin the scheme.""- ', . ',: i " It was plain enough. The count suf fered himself to be led to a seat at the opposite "side of, the cell, and listen to ;the explanation of his companion, while woxk-of.it. He .began by relating the ;tory or tne abduction of, Rose, and the plot that led to it. Louis was -angered auu uiuigjiunt Deyona measure, as ne iisx . ened to the account of Gasparde's vil- iainy. "Who Is he what is he, this wretch, 'Gasparde?" he uttered, hotly. ;r "The chief of ;a;horde of brigands and ft "Is it possible! and yet, why not? One ; cannot be surprised at hearing it of one so base as he. And Rose is in his pow- j, "Not exactly, ..monsieur. He brought her hither, as ' I - have told you, to this place, which is a cavern in the center of the forest, and after placing her in -the-.. cell, of . which have spoken, went away with the men upon an expedition, from which they will not probably return until midnight or to-morrow ' morning. When he comes back, he will either ex tort from her a promise to marry him, or keep her confined iin that cell, until she pines to death; for he. is just so-merciless. He never has forgotten the treat ment he-once received-at your hands, nor the threats and rebukes of - Hugh La monte; and he has been watching ever since for an opportunity of revenge. It is ours to deprive him of that revenge." "Your plan your plan, Jacques!" "The man who accompanied you hither is; th guard left by Gasparde. He has procured for me an interview with you; but he never suspects that it is f6r the purpose-of liberating Rose and myself; for were we to escape, he knows that the vengeance of the leader would fall on him Now, we? must .either, manage to gain his silence by force' or by & bribe. If we bind him, and leave him here when we leave" the' place, why, 'Gasparde will shoot him when he comes back; but if a sum of money were offered him, I have an id'ea 'ithat he would not . only suffer his prisoners to escape, but also take leave himself, since he has grown weary of -iie captain's tyranny." , . - "The bribe, then-the bribe, by all means"V'said Louis, earnestly. "I hap pen to have a considerable sum' with me; but we miist be cautious." "Y.es yes! we must be cautious, as you say;' and in case he should refuse the money we must be prepared to spring -upon him.. A cord for his hands and feet and a gag hat will do the business. Now, then-, for the work.- I will call him 3n.. JJe prepared." And he called "Rai monde!" !: - i ; . - The guard appeared. Jacques glanced towards the count, and then said: , - "Comrade, you don't forget, I suppose, the conversation which we had at dinner? the agreement which we made about bidding adieu to monsieur le capitaine?" The glitter of gold caught Raimonde's eye, from a heavy purse which the count leld carelessly in his hand. His avarice was aroused. 1 ; " A TRUE STORY OF THE SOUTH OF FRANCE Secret! "I remember it very well, Jacques," he answered. The count stepped forward. : "My friend, suppose you were to shut your eyes for the space of half an hour, and unclose them at the end of that time t find yoafcseiT richer by a thousand francs, or two or three times that ram, perhaps?" ,' "It would be a very pleasant thing, monsieur." ' ..'."I offer you that sum in return for a certain Tavor which I shall ask at your hands." "Name the favor and it is yours, mon sieur." "I desire the use of the keys which un lock the doors of these cells, and you will show me those in which you have prisoners confined." "It is a bargain. Follow me, monsieur. So this is your business, comrade?" and he smiled grimly at Jacques. "Well, it's all the same to me, since I shall myself escape from this place and be able to live like an honest man." So saying, he led the way from the cell, advanced a short distance along the gal lery, and pausing before an arched door in the wall, said, as he unlocked and threw it open : "The only other prisoner we have is in here, monsieur.".. And Louis, leaving the others outside, entered. This cell, like that of Jacques, was lighted by a brazen lamp, suspended from the ceiling. Directly beneath this lamp stood Rose, slightly bending for ward, with her hands clasped, and an eager, inquiring expression of counte nance, as she beheld some one entering, and heard the words of the guard. . But she -shrank back at first, with a low cry, as the disguised count met -her view. She did not recognize him. '. "Rose, do not fear; it is I!" he said. "You, Louis? ah, Louis! I know you now!" and weeping, amid her smiles, she sprang forward to the arms outstretched to receive her. " The young man trembled with emotion with feelings that were unutterable, as he held the light form of Rose in his em brace. ' . "Rose, I have come to makepou free!" he said, tenderly, supporting her to the door. "Come with me dear child!" "To set me free"? Let us hasten, Louis. But 'where is he that wicked Gas parde?" , . """Gasparde is " absent," Rose, and we must escape ere his return. I will tell you all when you -are once in safety." Jacques stood at the door, unable, to suppress his delight on seeing Rose again, an durging them to hasten. Rai monde said, briefly: : "You had better use all the speed you can, you can scarcely get away from here too soon." "Thanks, my friend; and here is your reward," returned- Louis, at the same time placing in the man's hand a well filled purse. "And now, Jacques, let us begone.". : They reached the front of the cave. Stretched on a heap of skins, by a glow ing fire, lay the guard, smoking a short stemmed pipe and meditating. ' ' " "Michel, come with me," said Rai monde, briefly. '. The man rose, indolently, and obeyed. The cool,-damp wind blew across their faces as they gained the entrance. An involuntary exclamation of thanksgiving escaped from the Hps of Rose and Louis. .... "We" are free free!" uttered Rose, with sweet and thrilling solemnity; and pausing an instant, she bowed her head upon her clasped hands They parted, Jacques joining the count aad Rose, to accompany them to the cha teau. Louis pushed on, still supporting tenderly the young girl at his side. A few moments passed, and they were mak ing' good progress,- when suddenly their attention was attracted by a sound of voices at some distance to the right and the faintly discerned forms of persons moving through the trees. Jacques paus ed and listened. . "Fly, monsieur fly! the men are re turning!" whispered he, suddenly. "Rose!" murmured Louis, in alarm, "I must save you, at least!" "Hasten hasten on!" urged Jacques; "there is a hollow tree just beyond here whWe Mademoiselle Rose can conceal herself." They pressed forward silently, but they were perceived. , "Yonder yonder! the third tree on the right!" whispered Jacques, frantically ; "hide her. or she is lost!' ; There were shou.ts behind ; the brigands, eight or ten of them, sent back by Gas parde, were approaching; they discerned the fugitives dimly in the gathering dark ness, and their suspicions were roused. They commenced a pursuit. But they pursued only the count and Jacques; for Louis had gently placed the form of the half-fainting girl within the hollow tree, and Instantly took an opposite direction to lead their pursuers away from the spot. The ruse succeeded; the brigands passed the tree. With an irrepressible cry of victorious joy, Louis hastened on, with Jacques; their evident desire to escape increased the suspicions of the approaching party, who now pressed close upon them. On on, still, they went; further and further, nearer to the edge of the forest. But the brigands gained on them. Shots were fired, too, but they missed their aim. "Monsieur Louis, we shall be taken!"" uttered Jacques, as he made a last effort for life. And answering not a word, the count, turning, fired at one of the men, who had almost laid his hand on the shoulder of Jacques. The brigand fell. A shout of vengeance was raised by the pursuers, and they rushed forward with mad haste. "My good fellow, flight is no longer of use. We must yield. . But she is safe!" said Louis. - He turned to deliver himself up; he heard a cry of savage joy, felt a heavy blow, and then lost all consciousness. . When-the young count recovered his faculties he found himself lying on the stone floor of one of the cavern cells, which was fully lighted y the brasea lamp swinging from th roof. How long he had been here he was unable to guess; but the scenes through wfcich he had passed relative to the rescue of Rose flashed so instantly and vividly upon his recollection as to persuade him that no very great portion of time had elapsed since their occurrence. The flight, the concealment of Rose, the moment of cap ture all these were before him. He wondered only that the brigands, enraged as they were at the injury to tlfeir com rade, had not torn him limb from limb. ' His captors had taken care to secure him beyond the possibility of escape; for they had fettered him,, hand and foot, and to these fetters was attached a heavy chain, the other end of which- was fast ened' to a huge ring in the wall. He was in captivity, but that captivity was sweet, since he had, as he hoped, ensured the safety of Rose. Yet he thought of her with the deepest anxietjv still. He cak euiated the chances of her findiag the way from the forest, or, perhaps, she had fainted in that narrow place of refuge, and remained insensible amid the nox ious damps of night, and with slimp rep tiles and poisonous insects all about her! But wiat would not be preferable to the prison from which she had escaped? . To Jacques his thoughts turned. As a matter of course he also must have been brought back, and he. too must be in a cell, chained also. When would a chance of escape come to either of them? It was a matter of ignorance to him, "whether Gasparde had returned with the men whohad captured him. He was in the power of murderers now, and there was no reaon for them to be more len fent to him than to any other who might excite in them a thirst for vengeance. Yet, with the probability of the" escape of Rose, he suffered no apprehensions to dis quiet him. CHAPTER XII. With rare booty, the spoils of that night's work, the brigand chief, Gas parde, returned, a little after midnight, to the cave. He was in an excellent humor with his multiplied success in ef fecting the capture of Rose and gaining far more than he had anticipated by the robbery committed that night. ; - What, then, was his rage and disap pointment to learn from the men whom he had sent back three or four hours earlier that Rose had made her escape! He "raved ' like a maniac; he vowed the direst vengeance on the faithless guard, who had disappeared, and on the spur of the moment, would instantly have gone to assassinate their new prisoners, had not some quarrel arising among the men diverted his attention for a time. During this interval he had an opportunity to become cool, and afterwards repaired to the cells to ascertain whom it could ,be that the man had taken in company with Jacques, and who wore the disguise of a brigand. His mingled astonishment, rage and exultation may b easily imagined gm discovering it to be the Count d'Artois. "Oho, my fine fellow! so you are there, are you?" he cried, savagely. ."Well well, not a bad exchange of prisoners! Won't I make you dance presently, mon sieur! Just wait till daylight!" "You may do with me what you will," answered Louis, calmly, "since she has escaped. I can suffer any torture now." "You talk bravely, monsieur! But I mean to get her back again do you hear that? I. will watch, day and night, till the time comes, as I have watched since the time when I vowed revenge for all that happened to me at your hands. So you helped her to escape, did you?" "Yes; and be assured that she will be kept now so far beyond your reach that ho scheme of yours will ever draw her hither again." . "We will see to that, monsieur we will see to that! Now mark me! I will get the girl back, and you shall starve before her eyes, day by day, hour by hour, till you die in your chains!" He went out, and left his prisoner in the deep silence of his lonely cell to think of those cruel words, (To be continued.) Country Is Good tor Working-Girls. The girl who as bookkeeper, clerk, stenographer, milliner or teacher in her village home receives a weekly sal ary of five, six or seven dollars is far better off financially than the girl in the same occupations in the city who gets nine, ten or twelve dollars a week. In the first place, the living expenses are much smaller in the country than in the city one gets very much more for her money in the way of home com forts; the wear and tear of clothing is much less, and as a rule the work less harassing to the nerves, since there is not the same hurry and rush, keeping brain and nerves stretched to the tight est possible tension, so that after the day's work is over one is too tired to go in search of enjoyment. Working long hours at muscle-wearying, brain-wearing,, nerve-rasping tasks in shops, offices, counting-rooms and stores causes the city working-girl to long for rest above everything else, and in itself precludes the chances of her malting desirable outside acquaint ances except such as may be offered through church affiliations, and even these she is too tired to improve. Woman's Home Companion. Short of Water. Utah proposes to avert pending ca lamity to . her agricultural section by supplying the Great Salt Lake basin with needed water. Irrigation has cut off the supply and the lake itself is in imminent danger of drying up. The usual supply of water is being with held and evaporation is rapidly lower ing the level of the lake. Centuries ago the shores of the great inland salt sea were high on the mountains, where the line of the ancient brook is visible to-day and the lake, which has sunk to its present dimensions, promises to dis appear far more rapidly than in the ages past. - He Would Make Her Cry. Tommy Oh! Ouch! Stop that! ; Mamma Why, Tommy, aren't you ashamed? I wouldn't cry that -way if it was my hair that was being combed. Tommy (fiercely) I'll bet you would If I was doin' the combing. Philadel phia Press. Florida papers report that the lob ster is disappearing. I By!iiAaB . ' X .ugr' ...... i Harrow for Bonscli Land. While the average harrow, such as may be bought at any amplement store, does well enough on the average soil, something of different construction is necessary for stony or rough ground. The tool shown in the illustration is one of the best harrows possible to use on -rough ground. The; main feature of the tool Is that it is hinged in the mid dle, so that in working around rocks or stumps, either side "may be lifted and the obstruction easily passed. The lumber used tt generally 3x3 material for the portions marked A, which represent all the" top pieces, and 1x3 for the piece marked B, the under portions or braces. The coupling rod used in the middle is attached with hinges, as shown in the cut . The teeth are of the old style spikes, and the harrow can be easily put together by any one. after the iron work is fashion ed by the blacksmith. . Buildinsr Poultry-Houses. That the poultry houF must be com fortable and free from drafts are the main essentials, and the word comfort able means that it should be light and free from dampness as well as of a proper temperature. The style of ar chitecture is of little importance, ex cept that it is best that the house be comparatively low and rather square in form, so that there will be little or no waste space. Whatever seems best as a floor, use, being careful, how ever, that there is no possibility of its being damp nor opportunity for ver min getting into the house. If of boards, cover the floor with dry sand and over that keep a litter of some kind all the time. , Clean out the sand every month or six weeks and fill in with clean material. In lighting the poultry : house see that the windows are so placed that the greatest amount of sun may be had and arrange so that they may be covered at night during the winter. Use newspapers freely as lining to the house, tacking thm on in double lay ers, after first filling in all cracks. A house huilt after this plan, even of the cheapest lumber, will, be all that is desirable. ', ' Cots wold Breed of Sheep. The illustration furnishes an idea of the Cotswold sheep, which are becom ing very popular, as breeders under stand that they require good care. As lamb producers they rank very high, while the fleece is heavy and of first grade. Considerable trouble has been experienced in raising the breed in some sections, for seemingly they were not suited to the climate. ; No trouble will be experienced in ," THE COTSWOLD SHEEP. this respect if the animals are given suitable quarters, where they may be free from wet and sufficiently warm so that there is, no danger of chilling. In some respects the result of crossing a Cotswold ram with ewes of other breeds, notably South Downs, gives a stronger animal than the pure-bred Cotswold. .The length of the fleece, as well as other desirable features of the breed, make it well worth" the atten tion of sheep raisers, at least for cross ing purposes. J, Winter Feeding of Sheep. Many sheep raisers have an : idea that sheep should be fed succulent foods and a variety only for a few weeks before the- lambs are dropped. This is a mistake, particularly when the economy consists of making , the food for the early part of the winter dry fodder. Sheep may exist on such rations, but they cannot thrive on them. As a rule timothy hay is not goed as a dry fodder for sheep. I have HARROW FOR ROUGH LAND. found my flock gave much better re suits by using corn stover and feeding liberally of succulent foods, such as turnips and mangels ' mixed with a little wheat bran. By this feeding early in the season less grain Is re quired, even at the time when it is fed more liberally, two months before the lambs are to be dropped. It does not pay to work on the idea that the sheep have gathered on the pasture enough fat and muscle to carry them through several months on starvation rations. Machinery in the Wheat Field. The grower who raises a square mile or more of wheat is constantly look ing for machinery' that will lessen the expense of harvesting and threshing, the crop. For this reason the machine known as the header has come inte favor within a few years.,.. Theheader clips the stalks of wheat' a few inches below the head of the grain, and no binding is necessary. It cuts a swath twelve feet wide. The" four horses which furnish the power are , hitched behind, and they push the machine into the field. A self -binder drawn by three or four horses and cuts a swath six or seven feet wide. A head er will harvest forty acres a day, while the capacity of a binder is fif teen acres a day. The cuttings are car ried from the header, by an , endless belt, to a header barge, which is driven beside the machine. When one barge is full it Is driven to the stack and another takes Its place. The ad vantage of a binder is that the wheat can be cut before it is thoroughly ripe, as the ripening process will continue in the shock. Harvesting is often be gun with a binder and finished with a header. A new machine which is being tested by the farmers Is a combina tion binder and header. A header is indispensable who the wheat is short. It lessens the expense of harvesting, as the wheat goes at once into the stack, instead of being shocked and then stacked. Review of Reviews. Money from Apples. , One of the troubles with fruit-growers who do not keep posted on the de mands, of. the market is the Idea , they have that any sort of an apple will sell at some price. This is so as far as it goes, provided the fruit is properly graded, but when one packs all grades in the same basket or barrel, the chances are, nine out of ten, that the fruit will bring only the price of the poorest specimens. The most success ful fruit growers have but two grades, and any fruit, particularly apples, that falls below the second grade, goes to the cider milL If this plan is carried out and the packing is done attractively, the two grades of fruit will bring in a greater profit than would be possible if all oi the fruit was marketed with little oi no surfing. Care should also be taken that the fruit is picked carefully; have each specimen go into the barrel with its stem on, but not with a twig which will Injure the other fruit. Pruning Berry. Plants. " As a rule growers of raspberries and blackberries do their annual pruning in the fall, particularly if they follow the plan of summer Dinchlng back. The idea is in fall pnirfing to cut back canes that are making a very rapid growth, which is not likely to mature before cold weather. If cut back in the fall, these canes will heal over and are not likely to winter-kill a great deal. In sections where the winters are severe and the canes are likely to kill back during the winter, the fall pruning may not he desirable, unless, as stated, the growth is not likely to mature before cold weather. Under such conditions, the pruning may be left undone until spring, when one can readily determine how much to cut back by the length of canes that has been winter-killed. . Farm Notes. The farms of the United States 'cover 841,000,000 acres and employ nearly 10,500,000 people. The total income of all American farmers last year was about five and one-half million dollars. "The upper ear on the stalk for seed corn" seems to be the verdict from some Rhode Island trials. Golden Bantam "sweet corn is spoken of as a comparatively new small vari ety well suited to the home garden.,, It requires the labor of about ten millions of men and women for nine months of the year to harvest all the crops of the world. Manitoba is the greatest wheat-raising country in the world. It yields twenty-five bushels to the acre; North Dakota yields only thirteen. An egg-laying race is in progress at the Agricultural College oi Australia, In which the American Brown Leghorns and the Australian Silver Laced Wyan dottes lead. At the last count the Americans were five ahead of the Aus tralians. The total number laid up to that date by these and other competing breeds was ISO. , South Africa is now buying largely of imported dairy products. During the six months ending June 1, 1901, 480,000 pounds of butter and cheese were im ported Into that country, whereas dur ing a corresponding period in 1902 the amount was nearly doubled, and ' a steady increase In the yearly imports may be expected. Apple-Time. We ist loves to go to gran'ma's, Apple-time, When the trees ist loaded awful, An we climb. 'N get ist all the beauties, , Eve'y one; . Up 'fore day to help 'em gather JTwful fun! Gre't big Baldwins, yaller Midas, Sour 'crabs, ' '"'Nen when we eee extry beauties, We ist grabs! v Apple-pie, 'n' apple-dumplin's, ' . Cider, too! 'Nen we have to have a doctor 'Fore we're through. We ist loves to go to gran'ma's, . An' to climb When the trees ist awful loaded, Apple-time. St. Nicholas. A.Weelc'of i&aterdaya. If every day were Saturday, , Oh, wouldn't human life be gay? To-morrow then would always be A Sunday ae you all can eee. Then Sunday night would not be blue, Because no Monday is in view. And all the teachers would be made To look out for another trade. t - ... But ma eay if she haflt her way There'd never be a Saturday; She says if there was more than one Her labor never would be done. Maybe I'll be like ma some .day And quite forget how 5tis to play. But until then I wish, oh, dear, That Saturday was always here. Tha Choice of Jeffy "There's five!" Jeffy announced at dinner. He had spent nearly all the morning with them, and he was in the "addition table" at school, so he knew. "Flve? What a lot!" mamma said, Interestedly. "Are they all pretty ones, Jeffy?" "Yea'm, all 'cept just ene. He's homely. I guess it makes him ache, for he keeps a-crying. The other thr four." Jeffy had not got to the "sub jtraction table" yet, so It was not sur prising he said three at first "the other four," he corrected himself, "are pufflckly beauties, yes, sir! You ought to see 'em, mamma!" At tea-time there was another an nouncement. This time Jeffy's face was radiant. "I can have one!" he shouted. In his excitement. "Mrs. Jumper says so! She says I can have first choice there!" ' "Why, isn't that beautiful, dear!" mamma said. "Which one are you going to choose?" "Oh, I can't tell yet 'slf ! I'm go ing over every day an' decide. It takes a great deal of time. There's a white-an'-black one, an' a black-an'-white one, and two little Malty ones all over." "Asnd the homely one, Jeffy." "Yes'm, of course, the homely one." "Does it still make him ache?" Mamma's voice was pitying and gen tle. "It must be awful to be as home ly as that, Jeffy!" "He keeps on a-crying," Jeffy re plied, He did not care to talk about the homely one. Every day Jeffy went over to Mrs. Jumper's to decide. He decided dif ferently every day. Monday he chose the white-and-black kitty; Tuesday, the black-and-white one. Wednesday he decided on the Waltiest Walty one. But on none of the days 'Thursday nor Friday did he choose, .the homely one. Jeffy thought, it grew, i anything, a little homelier. Friday at dinner Jeffy announced his latest decision. "I think the Malty one that Isn't qul-ite so Malty," he said. "That one's got such a puffickly beautiful little face! . But I'm going to take one day mere to decide." Saturday there was no school, and Jeffy could spend all the time he liked up in the sweet, clovery haymow de ciding. He lay ' stretched out besides the little Bcooped-out nest in the hay, and stroked one after the other of the tiny, soft kittens with his kind little hands all but the homely one. Jeffy did not stroke the homely one. He was a little afraid to, for fear but of course there was not any real danger. The idea of choosing the homely one! Still, the little forlorn crying kind of hurt; you could not help hearing it When Jeffy went home on Saturday he had his kitty snuggled up in his it Little Stories . and t Incidents that Will Interest and Enter- J tain Young Readers t blouse. It was purring as if it was having a beautiful time. "Why!? Mamma took a peep. "Why, Jeffy, it's the homely one!" "He's a very nice kitty," Jeffy said, stiffly. Then he fell to stroking the warm ball of fur, and his kind little ftngeps were very tender. Then after while he explained- softly: "I took him up for a minute Just to comfort him, because he was crying and so mis'ble, and I found out that he was the most lovingest one of alL" Youth's Companion. Misplaced Sympathy. v Nellie went with her mother to call on a lady who is a collector of old china, and in whose drawing room are many cabinets filled with her treas ures. "Mother," she said, when they were going home, "don't you feel sorry for poor Mrs. Haskell?" "Why, dear?" asked her mother in surprise. "Didn't you notice. Mother, she hasn't any kitchen? She keeps all her dishes and plates in the parlor." ' A Lok1c1 Conclusion. Elizabeth, a three-year-old tot, was standing on the porch with me. No ticing smoke some distance from the house I said: , "I wonder what that smoke Is com ing from?" "Fum a fire, I fink," was the se date reply. ' For Tonntcer Worshipers. Little Joy learned her prayers about as soon as she could talk, but appa rently did not grasp the meaning of "Amen," as one night she devoutly concluded her petition with the substi tute, "A Little Boy." CUSTOM OF FLAGELLATION. Lieut. Barry Report. It Still Preva lent Amoajc Filipinos. According to a report received at the War Department from Lieutenant C M. Barney, of the medical department, now stationed at Fort Schuyler, N. Y., .3 M 1 .1 . 4-V -rlh-tli pines, "the custom of flagelation is still ; prevalent among the Filipinos, espe cially during holy week. While in Bulacan province Lieuten ant Barney had an opportunity to wit ness this practice, in regard to which he says: ' "A person falls ill, for example, and ne promises tne ueixy inai n ne get well he will perform penance of such and such kind, during such and such days of holy week, for so many years. Or 4f he has an enemy whom he wishes to get rid of he vows that if this ene my dies he will drag a ball and chain, or flagellate himself, or perform some other specified penance on holy Thurs day esery year during the rest of his life. Back of the small chapel called visita,' which exists in every village, begins his penance. With his face cov ered to -prevent recognition, stripped to the waist, and with no clothing but loose thin white cotton trousers, one finds him standing with his arms fold ed, his head bowed forward and his body, bent, while an everyday-looking native slaps him on the back till the blood comes into the skin. Then he is spatted with a piece of wood with little metal points in it till his back is macerated and the blood runs freely. Then he starts out on a long day's lournev from visita to visita. "He Is certainly a weird and bar baric spectacle as he silently and slow ly stalks along with covered face, swinging from side to side a cord Into the end of which is braided a bunch of sticks about the size of pencils, which strike his bare, bleeding back with a loud sound at every step and macerate It so that the blood oozea down and soaks his white trousers. "At short intervals he prostrates him- -self in the dust, utters some unintelligi ble Jargon, possibly a prayer, while the everyday-looking citizen spats him on the back ad on the soles of the f eet . with a flail as he grovels there. At Intervals the outlandish figure goes through grotesque contortions or pro gresses by handsprings. Whenever he comes to a stream or ditch he plunges. Into it, and whenever he reaches a vis ita he grovels before it and spends much time in prayer. , One may see these flagellants lying prostrate in the dust for long periods at a time. But the chief picture one carries in mind la an erect native with covered face, bare bloody brown back and blood-stained trousers, stalking slowly forward along the bamboo-fringed roads to the rhyth mic accompaniment of the swinging scourge, while from every house for miles comes a weird monotone lilt which represents the chanting of the passion." Washington Star. Where Manufactures Go. Half of the manufactures of this young and newly . developed country go to the old and well-developed sec tions of Europe, where manufacturing is the chief industry. The Jews-of London. The Hebrew population of London, has more than doubled during the last twenty years. It is now estimated at . between 100,000 and 120,000. - There is but one. thing that can be accomplished in a hurry, and thrt is nothing.