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HT wan a bright morning In January,
and a trrl wa breakfastlug alone
In the somewhat dingy sitting room
of a Bloomsbury lodging house. 8he
wan young ami pretty, with delicate,
thoughtful looking features. She glanc
ed at the clock-It wanted a few min
ute to If-then rone from her seat and.
walking to the window, pulled back the
faded red curtain.
"A clnr sky there will be a splen
did light soon for Pull." he exclaimed.
She turned and made her way back
to the fireplace. An envelope on the
mantelpiece caught her eye. It waa an
old one, and had been there for some
week, but she took It down once
again, and drew a card out-a mere
ordinary Christmas card, with the
word. "Madge, from Dick," written
upon It. She gazed at It reflectively;
then replaced It with a little sigh.
"Ah, Dick," ahe murmured, "If only
tiling hud gone a little better with
u:"
The chime of a clock striking the
hour caught her ear, and he made hur
ried preparation for her departure. On
her way down she tapped at a door,
and opened It half an Inch.
"Many happy return of the day,
Phil, dear:" ahe culled out. "If a
lovely morning, (ioodhy!"
She ran down the stairs lightly. In
the hall he wa met by an elderly
looking man In a velveteen coat. She
nodded brightly to hlm, and he opened
the door for her.
"Your brother' birthday?" he ask
ed with a smile.
"Yes. We must do something to
night In honor of It. and you must
help us, Mr. Llntell! liood-by-l shall
be late for my 'bus!"
About an hour later, Phil Halstan
emerged from his room. He wa a tall,
well built young fellow, with a some
what heavy, Indolent-looking face. He
ate a leisurely breakfast, then, lighting
a cigarette, dropped Into an armchair
by the Are and let his eyes travel slow
ly round the dull room. A look of dis
gust crept to hi face.
"Ugh!" he exclaimed. "How horribly
mean and sordid it all look! Shall I
ever get out of It?"
Presently he rose, and, going to a
corner by the window, diew forward
an easel. He sat himself before It and
gazed at the blank canvas. Then he
felt for bis box of brushes and fingered
them meditatively. Finally he laid
them down and looked out of the win
dow. There wa a tap at the door, and the
next moment old Mr. Mntell entered.
He lived on the upper floor and had got
to be very friendly with Madge and
ber brother.
"1 won't Interrupt you," be began,
with a glance at the easel. "1 only
came to offer you my best wlhes!"
"Thanks! Please dou't go," cried
Phil, as the old man moved toward the
door. "Fact la, I don't think I shall
do much more work now rather
thought of giving myself a holiday.
My birthday, you know!" he added half
Jocularly.
Old Llutell came forward slowly. lie
looked at the blank canvas.
"It's going to be a great thing!" ex
plained Phil. "I'm working out the
Idea now It takes time, you know."
The old man nodded, and looked out
of the window. He had been thinking
a good deal of Phil lately this boy
who got up late, sat dreaming half the
day, and loafed the other, who had
never earned a penny In hi life, kept
In Idleness by a devoted sister who, as
typist In a solicitor's office, worked
hard from morn to night, believing In
him heart and soul.
He glanced up sharply at Phil.
"Might I see your portfolio?" he
said. "I used to know something
about art."
Phil pulled It out with alacrity, and
opened It for the old man's Inspection.
Mr. Llntell turned them over one by
one. They were crude and badly done,
with no sign of distinctive ability what
ever. "Well?" asked Phil eagerly. He
shared his sister's belief In himself.
"(Jive me your candid oplulou."
Mr. Llntell wiped his glasses and
proceeded to oblige hlm. He told him
the truth the unpleasant, naked truth
and a wave of color swept over young
Phil's cheek. Then he laughed.
"It's too ridiculous," he cried.
Old Mr. Llntell rose from bis chair
and made his way to the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but 1 thought
you ought to know."
Phi) laughed again as the door closed
on the old mau but It was an uncom
fortable sort of laugh the laugh of a
mau whose mind had been suddenly
confronted with a new aspect of the
CHse. He strode up and down the room.
"Of course, I shall be famous some
day shall pay little Madge back a
thousandfold and she doesn't mind
working at present!" he reflected. "And
he said I hadn't a particle of ability,
that I was wasting my time, that I
ought to be earning my living, keeping
Madge, Instead of letting her !"
He glanced toward the window. The
sun. was shining temptingly. He walk
ed to the mantelpiece and found two
half-crowns which Madge had left
there. Unthinkingly be slipped these
Into his pocket, then, taking hat and
stick, made his way out of the house.
He meant to go for a long walk, to
think out hla great Idea. But he found
he could think of nothing but old Lin
tell's words. The Idiotic sentence kept
running through hla head. He. Phil
Halstan, a mere loafer! The thing was
absurd; Madge herself would be the
first to say so.
He walked for some time, and made
an effort to think of something else.
Presently he dropped into a cheap res
taurant to have lunch. He sat down
at a table; next to him two men were
talking rather excitedly.
"I don't care who It Is!" one was de
claring emphatically. "The chap who
loafs while a woman work for Mm is a
ound, and deserves to be kicked! Why,
I'd sooner sweep the roadway."
Phil, with a red face. roe and hur
riedly left the place.
.
It waa half past 2 the same afternoon
when Madge ran lightly up the stair
case of the bouse iu Blooinsbury, and
burst Into the sluing room. Her face
waifflushed ami her eye sparkled. She
saw a young man standing by the win
dow. HI back wu turned to ber.
"Phil!" she rrled Joyously. "I have a
half holiday!"
The figure In the window turned and
she gave a little cry of surprise.
"Dick!" he gasped In astonishment.
Dick Evlngton came toward her,
holding out hi tin nil.
"Jnt Dick," he answered with n
smile. He caught her hand and stood
looking Into ber face. "Something ha
happened, Madge, and I've come up at
once from Anlngton to tell yon about
It "
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There was a dainty flush on her
cheeks; be thought he had never seen
her look so lieautlful.
"I hope It Is something good for you,
Dick." she said. "Is It?"
"I don't know yet," he ald, slowly.
"That Is, until I've heard what you
have to ay."
Now It happened that at this moment
Phil Halstan was wending his way
homewards. He let himself In w ith hi
latchkey and wetit up to their room.
The door waa not quite shut, and he
heard voice Madge's and another's.
He recognized It after a moment. Then
he caught a few of the words. He
glanced round. The landing wa dark.
Hardly knowing what he did, be sank
down en the first stair and listened.
"I knew things would come right at
last. Madge, dear!" Evlngton' voice
wa saying. "Hut I didn't think It
would be as splendid a this. A good
post absoad only open to a married
man, too!"
There was a pause. Outside Tbll
grasped the bannister. There wa a
slight movement by him. and turning
bis head he found Llntell had crept to
hi side.
Then they heard Madge's voice. It
was low and tremulous,
"I'm sorry, Dick, but "
"Why. Madge, you love me?"
"Yes, love you, Dick always have
loved you always shall! But "
There wa a pause, then In a whisper.
"There's Phil!"
Old Llntell laid a hand on the young
man's shoulder.
"But surely Phil won't mind!" cried
Evlugton. "He Is a man, and can earn
bis own living. He would not wish
you to give up this."
"You don't understand, Dick!" There
were tears In Madge's voice this time,
"Some day Phil will be a great artist,
be famon. but just now he wants my
help! Oh, Dick, I'm so sorry, but I
can't leave him can't go with you
though I love you so!"
Phil Halstan shok old Llntell' hand
from his shoulder, and rose suddenly to
his feet. He stood for a moment un
decided, then crept away on tiptoe
down the stairs. Old Llntell followed.
"What are you going to do?" he said.
Phil made no reply. He crammed
his hat on his head, opened the door
and stepped into the street. Old Lln
tell went with him, and they walked
away together.
"Are you going to let her lose her
one big chance of happiness?" said old
Llntell, in a low voice; "or going to con
tinue to Idle your life away she keep
ing you?"
Phil hardly seemed to hear him. He
was striding along with bis hands
thrust deep In his pocket, his eyes
staring straight ahead of him. Sud
denly he threw his head back.
"You heard she doesn't want to go
herself!" he cried, almost fiercely.
"She'd soon forget all about It."
"A girl with a heart like Madge's
never forgets!" replied old Llntell.
"What are you going to do?" he repeat
ed relentlessly.
"A little more time and I might do
something big!" broke out Phil.
"You've loafed for three years and
done nothing!" said the old man. "Y'ou
know you will never do anything in art.
You've willfully shut your eyes, and
used It as an excuse to yourself and
her for Idling!"
The young man's mouth was twitch
ing convulsively.
"You're right!" he cried, In a hoarse
voice, "but what's there left for me to
do I know nothing, have done noth
ing!" he finished helplessly.
"Be a man. There's always some
thing for a man to do! Hemember
what she has done for you."
They reached St. Martin's Church
at Charing Cross. Phil stopped and
passed a hand over his brow. The old
man watched him anxiously. He saw
Phil's eye travel across the road to
where the recruiting sergeants were
pacing slowly up and down, alert for
new blood. Then Phil Halstan sud
denly gave his shoulders a jerk back.
"Yes," he said between his shut
teeth. "There's always something left
for a man to do!"
He crossed the road.
That night Madge was sitting alone
reading a letter that had been brought
to her by messenger. The tears came
to her eyes as she read the last few
sentences:
" For three years I have
played it as low down as a fellow can.
But I'm going to be a man at last,
Madge. If you want to make me hap
py, dear, make me feel I haven't quite
spoilt your life. Oo with Dick!"
The letter dropped from her hand.
"Go with Dick!" she repeated In a
low- tone.
There was a tap at the door; then a
man wis shown in a young man with
a pale and anxious face.
"Madge, I couldn't leave without ask
ing you once again is it quite hope
less?" he began.
She raised her eyes to his. and he
saw her lips tremhle.
"Not qutte hopeless. Dick, dear!" she
whispered. Mainly About reopl.
flpnnnhnlder,
"Here's a girl," remarked the query
editor, "who write to know 'what Is
the popular spoouholiler this season.' "
"Evidently," replied the snake editor,
"she's never had tiny beaux."
"Why?"
"Because If she had she'd know that
the most popular one i the parlor
aofn." Philadelphia Pre.
Just for Hiily.
Mr. Popper Oh, John
vou must
raise side whiskers.
Mr. Popper What? You've often
told me you hated such things.
.Mr. Popper -I want you to raise
nice long one like Mr. Markley's. He
called to-day. and baby enjoyed pull
Ing hi whisker so much. It wa too
cule for anything. Philadelphia. Press.
Ethel Count Spaghetti seems to lead
a monotonous life.
Gladys Yes; a little change would
do hlm good.
Should Hxve Knows
He (In bis wrath) When I married
you I had no Idea what a fool you
were.
She (in her equanimity) The fact
that I was willing to marry you shouNl
have removed nil doubts on that point.
Boston Transcript.
The Hall of Kloq 'tencc
He Oh. yes: he's eloquent. Put I
can't say I admired the whole of his
speech.
She No, hi mouth Isn't pretty, but
then, If partially hidden by his mus
tache. Philadelphia Press.
New Strict
"More new gowns!" he cried.
"Why, yes," she answered, sweetly.
"All of mine are last century style."
Philadelphia North American.
Operated Upon.
Brlggs I hear you have been oper
ating lu Wall street.
(JrlggH A gnat mistake. I have been
operated upon. Harper' Bazar.
Fixed nt the I on Offic .
Willie Pa, what's a fixed star?
Pa (formerly tin actor) A fixed star,
I suppose, 1 one who get his salary
regularly. Philadelphia Press.
A Pa mire i.
Fortieth Friend (since breakfast) By
Jove, old fellow, you've got a fearful
cold, What are you taking for it?
Sufferer (hoarsely) Advice. New
York Weekly.
Mutual Compassion.
:.Mi
"Oh! my poor woman! My heart
bleeds for one in your condition!"
"Thanks, sor; Oi was thlnkin' the
ame of the likes of you!"
Not Plump Knonijli.
less Miss Serawney mys she Just
hates to go to the opera.
Jews Yes, but what she means is thnt
she can't "bare" to go to the opera.
His Superstition.
Hicks Do you believe that It Is un
lucky to postpone a wedding?
vmcks les, wueu tue young mau
needs money, and the girl is rich
Somerville Journal.
The Palmist.
The Palmist This line in your hand
Indicates that you have a very brilliant
future ahead of you
Simkins Is that so?
The Palmist Y'es, but this other line
Indicates that you are too slow to ever
catch up with it. Chicago News.
Hi. Hon.
Sea Captain There is no hope! The
ship is doomed! In an hour we will all
be dead!
Seasick Passenger Thank heaven!
A Sure Thing;.
He Wasn't that you on the piazza
last night?
She No.
"Then I wonder who In the world I
kissed?"
"You can probably tell by going there
to-nigbt at the same time!" Life.
The Real Thine.
The divine right of kings IsnVIn It
with the right of the married daughter
who comes home for the first time to
show off her baby to her parents.
Atchison Globe.
Deud t rnkr.
a , flit
T ...... , ' ,lln
Lady-Why dou't the railroads hnv
mechanical appliances for loading and
unloading trunks?
Depot Muster Well, .vou see, mad
am, lifting the trunk Into the cars
doesn't hint anything but the men and
throwing them out doesn't hurt any
tiling but the trunks.-New York
Weekly.
DUnirrpril with Her,
Mamma Ethel. I must really forbid
you touching that lobster you know
It does not agree with you.
Ethel (resignedly) Very well, mam
ma, but It doe seem as if everything
lu this world that I nice 1 either
wicked or Indlgestible.-Llfe.
Phort Knu lucrtirn t. i
Little Boy How soon are you and
SI goin' to be married?
Accepted Suitor She has not named
the day yet. I hope she does not be
lleve In long engagement.
Little Boy She doesn't, I know,
'cause all her engagements have been
short.-Tlt-Bits.
Antidote for Onlnn.
"I should think you would be afraid
to eat onions In the middle of the day,"
said the blonde typewriter to the bru
netle when they met at dinner.
"I'm not a bit," replied the dark one;
"you see. our office I on the thirty
sixth floor, anl when I go up in that
elevator It takes my breath away."
Y'onkers Statesman.
Ken Hum.
Scene: Children's party (Punch and
Judy show going). Tom discovered by
hi hostess' pupa In tear.
Hostess' Papa Afraid, Tom? Cheer
up, old man, they're only doll.
Poor, Frightened Tommy They
won't he doll when I dream of them
to-night.-Life.
FnlxtituMon.
"I the boss In?" asked the stranger,
entering the drug store.
"No," replied the absent-minded
clerk, "but we have something just an
good." Youkers Statesman.
K.ieily Answered.
Teacher Why should all good little
boys like Washington's birthday?
Chorus of Five 'Cause they ain't no
school that day!
In Theatric I'nr'inc
Amateur What does it mean in the
atric circles when they say the "ghost
walks?"
Veteran Actor It mean that the
rest of us don't have to. Detroit Free
Press.
' Cant'Oni Auwr.
"Where I Joslar?" asked Mrs. Corn
tossel, uneasily.
"Well," answered her husband, as he
proceeded to fill his pipe, "I won't say
fur certain. If the Ice is as strong as
he thinks it is, he's gone skatin', an' If
it ain't, he's gone swlinniin'." Boston
Transcript.
If '8 - i ver .
Mr. Crlpps Can you Induce the cook
to have one of her friend come and
take dinner with her to-night?
Mrs. Cripps The Idea!. Whal for?
Mr. Crlpps I expect to bring Jones
and Smith home with me, and I'd like
to have a nice dinner for them. Phila
delphia Record.
, Well. We"!
"Old Orotic!) went to the masquerade
the other night disguised as a bear!"
"Did any one recognize him?"
"Nobody but his wife." Indianapolis
Press.
room hy nnre d .
"Have you done anything to boom
your town?"
"Wnl, I reckon! Held tew indigna
tion meetiu's tew periest ag'iu the
smoke nuisance'." Detroit Journal.
He Got Buck.
Wife (angrily)-Seems to me that we
have beeu married so long that I can't
even remember when or where we first
met.
Husband (quietly) I can. It was at
a dinner party and there were thirtee
at the table.
Green Potatoes.
Nearly every farmer's wife and
other good housekeepers know that
when a potato has turned green by ex
posure to the sun and wind it is neither
pleasant nor wholesome for food, and,
In fact, it Is very poisonous. Fortu
nately the taste is such that no one is
likely to eat enough to get a fatal dose.
mis is aue to the presence or soianin,
an active vegetable polsm, which pro
bably exists In all potatoes, but more
abuudant In the white sorts than the
red, it Is claimed. In some German ex
periments, it was found t.iat old pota
toes contain more soianin than those
freshly dug, perhaps three times
as much, and if tIlpy liave
sprouted five times as much
and with very much more in the
sprouts. If peeled before boiling the
water extracts much of the poisonous
soianin, but this Is not the case if boil
ed with the skin. Potatoes wfin
spouted should not be given to animals
it is stated, as the boiling dees not re
move the poison, if fed with them ani
mals become lame In the knees or
other Joints and sometimes they die.
Three Lives Already Sacrificed and the
War Between Two Families Has
Only Just Begun.
There has broken out in Corbin. Ky
a real old-fashioned feud. One with love
as a begluulug, and hate, murder and
death as an ending. In the very begin
ning of Itthe (list battle two men
and a woman have been killed, one
house has beeu blown up with dyna
mite, another riddled with bullet, and
several people are In jail charged with
murder. It Is a feud which has every
prospect of long life and is marked with
all the wild passion and scuil-savagery
whlch have so long characterized the
mountaineers of Kentucky.
The story of the love of Kolla White
for Jane Shotwell would read much as
other love affairs where the father of
the girl objected, were It uot for the
fact of the peculiar temperament of the
mountain people, and their custom,
from time Immemorial, of taking the
law into their own hands and them
selves demanding and taking "an eye
for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."
Six years ago the Whites moved to
Corbltt from their Virginia home. There
were the three sons, two daughters, and
the nged mother. The boys Bill, Itoach
and Kolla -established a restaurant and
store lu one part of the town and a
hotel in the other. They lived as peace
ful citizen until the present tragedy.
The Shotwell have been residents of
Corbin for about the same length of
time. Their family borne Is at Hock
hold, about ten miles away. The father,
James Shotwell, set up a Hour and saw
mill on his arrival lu Corbin, John
Shotwell and the other boys aided
their father in the milling busi
ness. The Shot wells did not lead
the same quiet life as the Whites,
and were frequently in shooting
affairs. In October. 1807, the Shot
well boys figured In a street fight In
which Police Judge Moffett was killed
and W. S. Holland badly wounded.
Holland was the man who had quar
reled with the Shotwell boys, and they
ran hlm into a building and riddled hlm
with bullet. Judge Moffett was killed
by a shot from within the house. Last
February they figured iu another riot.
In which Deputy Marshal Henry Hart
ford was, killed.
Kol a V'eeta Jane.
About three years ago It wa noticed
that Holla White had begun to "spick"
Jane Shotwell. the pretty brunette
daughter of Jim Shotwell. Time went
by and other boys did not cease to call,
but Jane seemed to prefer sitting out
on the little porch with Holla, resting
easily against the railing and talking
with him, to receiving the attention of
other suitors who were more to her
father's liking. The father banished
Kolla from the house, ami often the girl
would slip out from the house, meet the
boy lu the "big road." Just where the
turn cut off the view from the house,
and stroll away over the hills, planning
BEST IN ALU THE UNIVERSE.
American ' pectacle Are Worn in All
Parts of the Wnr d.
"Up to fifteen years ago," said an
optician, "four-fifths of all the liner
spectacles used were made In France.
In the past six or eight years French
spectacles have beeu largely supplant
ed by American glasses, which are
now sold even lu France.
"American spectacles arc now easily
the best In the world, and their superi
ority is due to the same characteristics
that mark so many American manu
factured productions namely, adapta
bility to their use, good workmanship,
uniformity and Interehangenblllty of
parts. There have been made iu tills
country great Improvements lu the
special machinery with which the
spectacles are made, so that the parts
are produced with precision.
"You will see an Increasing number
of signs saying that spectacles can be
mended while you wait. This can be
done with these finely made American
spectacles. Y'ou break a bow, for in
stance, of your steel spectacles any
one out of a thousand bows of the
same style will fit In place of It.
"American spectacles may not be
the cheapest produced In world, but
they are certainly the best, and a good
proportion of the population of the
world that uses glasses now looks
through spectacles of American manu
facture. "We pay much more attention to
our eye In this country now than we
formerly did. There are many more
oculists here than there formerly
were, and many more skilled optl
claus. And of people who ought to
wear glasses, including, for Instance,
children, a greater proportion now
than ever before do wear them.
"I dare say that a third of the spec
tacles now made In this country are
exported, and our exports of. these
goods are all the time Increasing. We
sell spectacles In China, In Australia
and New Zealand, In South America
and south Africa, and some, as I said.
In France, and more or less of them In
Germany and other countries of con
with Rolla what they would do when
"father came to hi senses." But Jim
Shotwell was not to be deceived, and
one bright afternoon some mysterious
shots were heard up at the bend In the
road, and rumor says thnt ,4-t-caIlber
bullets burled themselves lu the red
clay close to where Kolla White stood
waiting for the coming of his sweet
heart. But the Spanish war came on and
Holla White volunteered. He wa
made a sergeant, promoted for soldierly
conduct. He came home with hi regi
ment, wn mustered out and brought
to Corbin with hlm a wound received
In action, which caused the girl to add
compassion to the love which she al
ready bore him. He renewed bis atten
tions under the same protest from Jim
Shotwell.
The other day the boy passed close
by the spot where Jim Shotwell wa
sitting, his chair tilted back against the
wall of the drug store. A quarrel fol
lowed. How It began no one know.
A pnsser-by heard the contemptuous
words, "Y'ou don't stand for uothlif In
this community, and you can stay
away. You understand?"
With flushed face and uncontrollable
auger expressed lu the flashing of hi
eyes, the Isjy flung back the answer,
"If you don't like me, you old scoun
drel, you had better come and get me
now and stop me for good."
Jim Shotwell started to rise from hi
chair, but only started. Like a flash,
Kolla White lind drawn hi weapon and
Shotwell fell, wounded In four places.
He was carried to bis son John's resi
dence across the street, to die the next
morning. Kolla White took refuge In
his brother's store.
The shooting occurred at noon. At 0
o'clock it was dark and the Shotwells
had gathered their clans. Old man Kill
Shotwell, brother of Jim Shotwell, and
bis two sons, Dee and Parrish. the
Mcllargues and other friends, had col
lected. Then the riot began. Who par
ticlpnted In it the courts will have to
determine. The White store ami res
taurant was blown up. Windows and
doors were wrecked and the men In
side dashed to the ceiling. Well know
ing what was attempted and what
would follow, the White boys barri
caded themselves In their back room,
making a breastworks of flour sacks.
The debris caught Are and Sutton Far
ris rushed In attempting to put It out.
Then the first volley of shots was fired
and continued until eighty or a hun
dred bullets bad pierced the wall.
There was a respite for a few minutes,
and Loach White, stepping Into the
main room for other sacks, of flour to
add to the barricade, stumbled over the
body of Funis.
Then the shots were heard half a
square nway. It afterward developed
tinental Europe. Large numbers of
American spectacles are sold in Great
Britain. 1 guess you would find thnt
shipments of such goods from here to
England are made as often as weekly.
I Imagine thnt there are now worn In
England and In Scotland more spec
tacles of American than any other
manufacture." New York Sun.
Two Convert.
No mnn, It Is said. Is a hero to hi
valet. The association Is too intimate.
But a man may be a hero to his re
porter. There Is a story of two
brothers, shorthand reporters, work
ing on different newspapers, one of the
brothers being a Republican and the
! other a Democrat, which affords an
; illustration of this truth.
! . I, 1.11 Jnl.ll.
1 lit" lil-Olllllll nil 1 rjmi ICI ry art uriau-
ed. during the recent presidential cam
paign, to follow Mr. Bryan wherever he
went, and to take full notes of his
speeches, sending the same by wire
every night to the paper on which he
wa employed.
To the Democrat reporter was given
a similar assignment, except that he
was to accompany Governor Roose
velt, whose speeches he was to report
In full.
After the campaign was over the
two brothers met at the paternal man
sion for the first time In many weeks,0
and they looked rather sheepishly at
each other.
"Well, George," said one of the two,
"after campaigning with Bryan three
months I've comic1 back a Democrat.
I'm of your politics now."
"Not a bit of It!" returned the other.
"I've been campaigning wfth Roose
velt, and I've come back a Bcpubll
can!" Statistics of Suicide.
In a paper printed In the American
Jouninl of Insanity, G. Styfes presents
I statistics regard In the occurrence of
suicides. Forty years ago it was
shown that only 4 out of 1(U00 per
sons rated as paupers died by their
own bands, while 7 coachmen or
J other servants, 5 bankers or other pro
i fessional men, nearly b soldiers, 7
that-the. White home lind been fired
Into. Mrs. Bet tie White, the aged in
valid mother of the White boys, rose
from her bed. and calling her daugh
ter to her side knelt with them In
prayer. She think she was spared on
account of ber petition to the Heaven
ly Father. But the wait nt the White
store wn not long. Again the bullet
whistled through the building, and
the volley wa repented time and time
again. "Let' fire Ino that door and
see If they will answer," a voice wa
heard. The White crouched lower,
but for some reason the volley did not
come. They would have been killed
bad the suggestion been acted upon.
Sheriff Sutton arrived at midnight
from the county sent nt Williamsburg
with a force of deputies, and spent the
night In the store with the White boys.
From the time of the explosion no one
Inside dared strike a light, and lu utter
darkness the night was spent.
Morning dawned, and outside tho
store was found the body of Susan
Cox. The woman had tried to climb n
side fence In order to reach Holbi
White and warn hlm. Two bullets had
stopped her. They plowed their way
through her hrnln niid she fell, face
down, to the ground. Two days she lay
unburled. She was a woman of bad
character, had left no friends and no
money and the town wa bankrupt. A
private subscription finally was taken
up and the body buried in the com
mons In a plain wooden box.
The Cry for Yen seance.
Kolla White and the Shotwell boys
are In Jail at Williamsburg, and noth
ing further Is expected to happen until
their release. While Sheriff Sutton wa
conveying Holla White to the Will
iamsburg Jail fifteen of the Shotwell
boarded the train, armed with shot
guns and rifles, and entered the bag
gage car, where the Sheriff had his
prisoner. The train was then just leav
ing Corbin. "Jump and run for your
life," said the Sheriff to White, ami
himself, faced the Intruders. The next
day the niililln arrived with a Gntllng
gun squad and the Shotwells were
placed under arrest.
John Shotwell, since bis father's
death the leader of his faction, is about
30 years old. has a robust, sturdy fig
ure, cold blue eyes and a light mus
tache. Determination I written iu
every line of his countenance, and ho
has said to close friends that he will
not rest until be has avenged his fath
er's death. He says they may put hlm
lu jail and refuse him bond or keep
White behind prison walls, but they
ennnot keep hlm from accomplishing
hi revenge. He Is something of u
silent mtin and expresses himself iu a
few words. His brothers rely" on him
implicitly, and will support him lu any
action he may plan to carry out.
tailors, shoemakers or bakers, nnd
only 1 3-10 carpenters, butchers and
masons ojit (if 10,000 were suicide.
Sweden had tiie lowest average of all
the countries considered, namely, I
suicide to P2.000 persons; Russia had
1 to IC.OOO; the United States 1 to 15.
000; Saxony. 1 to 8.4-K!. In St, Peters
burg ami In London the proportion
was 1 to '.'Looo. If we take the statis
tics of the fifty years Just passed for
France the following results: For
every 100,000 Inhabitants of France
there were In 1S4I-4.), nine suicides: in
184(5-00, ten; in 1S01-70. thirteen; In
1871-75. fifteen; In 187-8f), seventeen; In
188!) alone, twenty-one: In 1S!)3.
twenty-two; In 1SU4. twenty-six. Dur
ing the years lS'Jd-lSfK) the percentage
of suicides increased in Belgium Tl
per cent.; In Prussia, 411 per cent.; In
Austria, 238 per cent.; In Franch. 318.
per cent.; In Saxony, 212 per cent.;
In Sweden, 72 per cent.; In Denmark.
35 per cent.
In One Word,
It Is by no means necessary ;.for a
man always to enter Into an elaborate
explanation of his feelings In order to
make them clear.
"What's the name of the fellow who
wrote the tune of that coon song we've
Just been favored with?" asked one
man of another at n meeting of the
Amateur Composers' Club.
"Jones," returned the other man.
"James Jones, I believe. Frank Wal
ley wrote the words."
"Ah, I was about to ask the name of
Jones' accomplice," was the rejoinder.
Costly Hailstorms In France, o
The annual loss to France caused by
the ravages of hailstorms Is said to
amount to about &S.00O.0O0 francs.
From 1873 to 18!l5 the figures varied
from 40,000,000 to. 134.000.000 francs.
Italians Cotton Picker.
" In the south the. .Italians are formd
to be good cottoh pickers. " They are
quick and have nimble fingers.
Stimulants seldom hurt a uiaa If La
leaves them ( alone. . ,.v
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