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For The term of His Natural LifeBy MARCUS CLARKS
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CHAPTER II.In the breathless stillnesseof a tropical
afternoon, when the air was hut andheavy, and the sky brazen and cloudless, the shadow of the Malabar laysolitary on the surface of the glitteringsea.The sun had just got low enough to
peep beneath an awning and awaken ayoung man, in an undress military uni-form, who was dozing on a coil of rope."Hang it!" said he, rising, with the
weary sigh of a man who has nothingto do. "I must have been asleep;" andthen, bolding by a stay, he terped aboutand looked down Itite-the-witist of theship.
Save for the man at the wheel andthe guard at the quarter railing, he wasalone on the deck. On the forecastle,some half-dozen soldiers were playingat cards, or watching the fishing lineshanging over the cat heads.So far the appearance of the vessel
differed In nowise from that of an ordi-nary transport. But in the waist acurious sight presented itself. It wasas though one had built a cattle penthere. At the foot of the feremamt,and at the quarter deck, a strong bar-
ricade, loop-holed and furnished withdoors for ingress and egress, ran across
the deck from bulwark to bulwark. Out-side this cattle pen an armed sentrystood on guard; inside, standing, sittingor walking monotonously, within rangeof th• shining barrels in the arm-cheat,were some sixty men aud boys, dressedin uniform gray. This men and boys
were prisoners and the cattle pen wastheir exercise ground. Their prison wasdown the main hatchway, and the bar-ricade, continued down, made its side-walls.
It was the fag-end of the two hours'exercise, graciously permitted each af-
ternoon, and the prisoners were enjoy-
ing themselves. It was not, perhaps, sopleasant as under the awnings, but thatsacred shade was only for such great
men as the captain and his officers, Sur-geon Pine, Lieut. Maurice Frere and,
most importaet_ pereonages of ell, Cap-tain Vickers and his wife.That the convict leaning against the
bulwarks would like to have been able
to get rid of his enemy, the sun, for a
moment, was probable enough. His com-panions, sitting on the combings of the
main hatch, or crouched in carelessfashion on the shady side of the bard-'cads, were laughing and talking, withmerriment hideous to contemplate; butbe, with cap pulled over his brows, andhands thrust into the pockets of hiscoarse gray garments, held aloof fromtheir dismal joviality.The lowbrowed, coarse-featured ruf-
fians grouped about the deck cast manya leer of contempt at the solitary figure,but their remarks were confined to ges-tures only. There are degrees in crime,and Rufus Dawes, the convicted felon.who had but escaped the ',Bows to toilfor all his life in irons, was a man ofmark. He had been tried for the rob-bery and murder of Lord Belles's. Thefriendless vagabond's lame story of find-ing oft the Heath a dying man wouldnot have availed him but for the curi-ous fact sworn to by the landlord of theSpaniard.' Inn, that the murdered no-bleman had shaken his head when askedif the prisoner was his in. Thevagabond was acquitted of the murder.but condemned to death' for the rob-bery, and Loudon, which took some in-terest in the trial, considered him for-tunate when his sentence was commutedto transportation for life.The young man on the deck caught
sight of the tall figure leaning againstthe bulwark., and It gave him an excuseto break the monotony of his employ-ment."Here, you!" he called out, "get out
of the gangway!"Rufus Dawes was not in the gang-
way—was, in fact, • good two feet fromIt—but at the sound of I.ieut. Frede'svoive he started, and went obedientlytoward the hatchway.
"I'll make some of you fellows ertuirt.if you don't have a care," went on theangry Free,. "Insolent blackguards!"And then the noise of the sentry, on
the quarter deck below Itlm, groundingarms, turned the current of his thoughts.A thin, tall, soldier-like man, with •cold blue eye, and prim features, cameout of the cuddy below, handing out afair-haired, affected, mincing lady of
. middle age. Captain Vickers, of Mr.Frere's\regiment, ordered for service inVan Diemen's Land, was bringing hislady on deck to get an appetite for din-ner.Mrs. Vickers was forty-tyro, and had
been a garrison belle for eleven wearyyears before she married prim JohnVickers. The marriage was not • happyone. Vickers found his wife extra••-rant, vain, and snappish, and she 'foundhim harsh, disenchanted, and common-place. A daughter, horn two years af-ter their marriage, wan the only linkthat bound the Ill-assorted pair. ViekersIdolised little Sylvia, and upon the rec-ommendation of a long sea voyage for hisfalling health, he insisted upon bringingthe child with him. Mrs. Vickers fol-lowed her husband with the best graceshe could muster. When fairly out tosea she employed the Intervals betweenscolding her daughter and her maid, Infascinating the boorish young lieutenant,Maurice Frere.
Fascination wee in integral portion ofJulia Vickers' nature; admiration wasall she lived for; and even in a convictship, with her humband at her elbow, shemuse flirt, or perish of mental inani-tion. There was no harm in the crea-ture. She was simply a vain, middle-
aged woman, and Frere took her atten-tions for what they were worth. Run-ning down the ladder, cap in hand, heoffered his assistance.'Thank you, Mr. Frere. These hor-
rible ladders. I really—he, he!—quite
tremble at them. Het! Yes, dear me,
most oppressive. John, the cemp stool.
Pray, Mr. Frere--oh, thank you! Syl-
via! Sylvia! John, ha is you my smell,
lag salts? Still a calm, I !Suppose,
These dreadful calmer'Vickers, with a bow to Frere, saw his
wife uji the ladder, and then turned
for his daughter. M. was a delicate
looklag child of alg years old, with blue
eyes and bright hair. Little Miss Syl-
via was privileged to go anywhere and
do anything. and even convictism abut
its foul mouth in her presence. Run-
ning to her father's side, the child chat-
tered with all the volubility of flattered
self-esteem. She ran hither and thither,
asked question., invented answers,
laughed, sung, gamboled, peered into the
compass case, felt In the pockets of the
man at the helm, put her tiny hand
into the big palm of the officer of tbe
watch, even ran down to the quarter
deck and pulled the coat tails of the
sentry on duty.At last, tired_ef running about, she
took a little stirpacrlesther ball from
the bosom of her frock, and, calling to
her father, threw it up to him.' He
returned it, and shouting with laugh-
ter, dapping her hands between each
throw, the child kept up the game.In the midst of this mirth the officer
of the watch, glancing round the fast-
crimsoning horizon, paused abruptly,
and, shading his eyes with his hand,
looked out intently to the westward.
Frere, who found Mrs. Vickers conver-
sation a little tiresome, and had been
glancing from time to time at the com-
panion, as though in expectation of
some one appearing, noticed the action.
"What is it, Mr. Best?" •
"I don't know exactly. It looks to me
like a cloud of smoke." And taking the
glass, he swept the horizon."Let me see," said Frere, and he
looked also.On the extreme horizon, just to the
left of the sinking sun, rested a tiny
black cloud. The gold and crimson,
splashed all about the sky, had over-
flowed around it, and rendered a clear
view almost impossible."I can't quite make it out," says
Frere, handing back the telescope. "We
can see as soon as the sun goes down
a little."By and by Captain Blunt appeared,
and taking the glass from his officer,
looked through It long and carefully.
Then the mizzen top was appealed to,
and declared that he could see nothing;
and at last the sun went down with a
jerk, as though it had slipped through a
silt in the sea, and the black spot, swal-
lowed up in the gathering haze, was
seen no more.As the sun sank, the relief guard came
up the after hatchway, and the relieved
guard prepared to superintend the de-scent of the convicts. At this moment
Sylvia missed her ball, which, taking
advantage of a sudden lurch of the ves-
sel, bopped over the barricade, and roll-ed to the feet of Rufus Dawes.The bright spot of color rolling across
the white deck caught his eye; stoop-
ing mechanically, he picked up the ball
and stepped forward to return it The
door of the barricade was open, and the
sentry did not notice the prisoner pass
through it. In another instant he was
on the sacred quarter deck.Heated with the game, her cheeks
aglow, her eyes sparkling, her golden
hair afloat, Sylvia bad turned to leapafter her plaything, but even as sheturned, from under the shadow of theruddy glided a round white arm; and •shapely hand caught the child by thesash and drew her back. The next mo-meat the young man in gray had placedthe toy in her hand.
Maurice Frere. descending the lad-
der, had not witnessed this little inci-dent; on reaching the deck, he saw onlythe unexplained presence of the convictuniform."Thank you," said a voice, as Rufus
Dawes stooped before the pouting Syl-via.The convict raised his eyes and sew
a young girl of eighteen or nineteenyears of age, tall, and well developed,who, dressed in • loose-sleeved robe ofsome white material, was standing inthe doorway. She had black hair, coiledaround a narrow and Set head, a smallfoot, white skin, well-shaped hands, andlarge, brown eyes; and as she smiled athim her scarlet lips showed her white,even teeth.He knew her at once. She was Sarah
Purfoy, Mrs. Vicker's maid, but he nev-
er had been so dose to her before: andIt seemed to him that he was in the pres-
ence of some strange tropical Sower,which exhaled • heavy and intoxicatingperfume.Rufus Dawes was seized from behind
by his collar and flung with a shockupon the deck. Leaping to his feet, hisfirst impulse was to rush upon his as-sallaut, but he saw the ready bayonetof the seotry gleam, and he checked him-self with an effort, for his assailant wasMr. Maurice Frere."What do you here?" asked that gen-
tleman. "You lazy, skulking hound,what brings you here? If I catch youputting your foot on the quarter deckagain I'll give you • week in irons."Rufus Dawes, pale with rage and
mortification, opened his mouth to jus-tify himself, hut he allowed the words todie on his lips. What was the use?"Go down below, and remember what
I've told you," cried Frere; and compre-
hending at once what had occurred, hemade a mental minute of titti name of thedefaulting sentry.The convict., wiping the blood from
Ida face, turned on his heel without aword, and went tear through the strongoak door into his den. Frere leaned for-ward and took the girl's shapely handwith an easy gesture, but she drew itaway, with s flash of her black eyes."You coward!" she said.The stolid soldier close behind them
heard it and his eye twinkled. Free.bit his thick lips with mortification, as
he followed the girl into the ruddy.Sarah Purfoy, however, taking the as-tonished Sylvia by the hand, glided intoher mistress' cabin with • scornful laughand .hut the door behind her.
CHAPTER III.Convictism having been safely got un-
der hatches, and put to bed in Its gov-ernment allowance of sixteen inches ofapace per man, cut • little short by eel-sondes of shipboard, the caddy waswont to pass some not unpleasant even-ings. Mrs. Viekere, who was poeticaland versed a guitar, was also Minkel,and sung to It. Captain Blunt was a
Jovial, coarse fellow; Surgeon Plus had
• masts fog gory telling, while If Vick-ers Wlia sometimes dull, Fevre wee al-
ways hearty. Moreover, the table waswell served, and the sultry eveningspassed away with a rapidity of whichthe wed beasts 'tweeu decks had noconception. On this particular even-ing, however, the ruddy was dull. Din-ner fell list, and conversation languish-ed."No signs of a breeze. Mr. Beier
asked Blunt as the fine officer cams Inand took his seat."None, sir.""These--he be!--awful calms," says
Mrs- Vickers. "A week, is it not, Cap-tain Blunt?""Thirteen days, mum," growled Blunt.
"It is infamous the way they crowdthese ships. Here we have over twohundred souls on board, and not boatroom for half of 'em.""Two hundred souls! Surely not,"
says Vickers. "By the regtriatione.--_.
"One hundred and eighty gonvicte,fifty soldiers, thirty ,In ithip's crew, alltold, and—how many?—ons, two, three—seven In the ruddy. How many doyou make that?""We are just a little crowded this
time," says Best."It is very wrong," says Vickers,
pompously, "very wrong. By the regu-lations---"But the subject of the regulations was
even more distasteful to the ruddy thanPine's interminable anecdotes, and Mrs.Vickers hastened to change the subject."Are you not heartily tired of this
dreadful life, Mr. Frere?""Well, it is not exactly the life I
had hoped to lead," said Frere, rub-bing a freckled hand over his stubbornred hair; "but I must make the bestof it.""Yes, indeed," said the lady, In that
subdued manner with which one com-ments upon a well-known incident, "itmust have been a great shock to you tobe so suddenly deprived of so large a,be
r "Not only that, but to find that theblack sheep who got it all sailed forIndia within a week of my uncle's death!Lady Devine got a letter from him onthe day of the funeral to say that hehad taken his passage in the Hydappesfor Calcutta, and never- meant to comeback again.""Sir Richard Devine left no other
children?""Nu; only this mysterious Dick, whom
I never saw, but who must have hatedme.""Dear, dear! These family quarrels
are drvdufl things. Poor Lady Devine,to lose in one day ainsband slur ason!"
"And the next morning to hear of themurder of her cousin! You know thatwe are connected with the Bellasis tam.ily. My aunt's father married a sisterof the second Lord Bellasis.""Indeed. That was a horrible mur-
der. So you think that the dreadful maayou pointed out the other day did it?"The fury seemed to think not," said
Mi. Frere, with a laugh "but I don'tknow anybody else who could have amotive for it. However, I'll go on deckand have a smoke.""I wonder what induced that old
hunks of a shipbuilder to try and cutoff his only son in favor of a' cub ofthat sort." said Surgeon Pine to Cap-tain Vickers, as the broad back of Mr.Maurice Frere disappeared up the com-panion. •"Some boyish follies abroad, I believe;
self-made men are always impatient ofextravagance. But it Is hard uponFrere. He is not a bad sort of fellow,
for all his roughness; and when a young
man finds that an accident deprives him
of a quarter of a million of money and
leaves him without I sixpence beyond
his commission in a marching regimentunder orders for a convict settlement
he has some reason to rail against fate."
"How was it that the son came in
for the money, after all, then?"
"Why, It seems that when old Devine
returned from sending for his lawyer to
alter his will, he got a fit .of apoplexy
—the result of his rage, I suppose—and
when they opened his room door in the
morning they found him deed.""And the lion's away on the sea some-
where," said Mr. Vickers, "and knows
nothing of his good fortune. It is quite
a romance.""I am glad that Frere did not get
the money," said Pine, grimly sticking
to his prejudice; "I have seldom seen
a face I liked lees, even among my yel-
low jackets yonder.""Oh, dear, Doctor Pine! How can
you?" interrupted Mrs. Vickers. 'John,
I will go on deck."
At the signal, the party rose.
(To us continued.)
JOHN BARRRTT.
Ono et this Renuurluablii Tsang Ileaet the Unite& Stsites;
One of the remarkable young men
who are to have important parts in
building Visele Sam's gijt waterway
acro4 the Isth-
mus jt Panama,
Is Jo n Barrett,
the United States
minister to Pan-
ama. This is the
third time he has
served as a Uni-
ted States minis-
ter.Born In Graf-
ton, Vt., Novem-
Joel( BARRETT. ber 28, 1886, he
was the son of a country gentleman,
of good education, a college graduate,
but without the means to send the
son to college. But the boy went te
Dartmouth of his own accord and by
corresponding for newspapers, acting
as class monitor and milking cows for
farmersin the neighborhood he earned
the money to pay for his tuition. Ile
was always busy and when he left
college he had some money in his
pocket In 1889, with his diploma, he
went to California and taught in Oak-
land Seminary, after *Web he went
to work as a newspaper writer. Be
met the people who came across the
Pacific from the Orient and he began
studying the possibilities of trade for
our people with the eastern nations.
A syndicate sent him to the far east
to investigate and he wrote letters
which attracted wide attention. Re-
turning, he was asteociated with vari-
ous newspapers and finally became
editor of the Portland (Ore.) Telegram.
In which he continued to carry on his
Oriental trade propaganda. The re-
sult was that all the business men
of the coast asked President Cleveland
to appoint him minister to Siam. The
President sent for Barrett and asked
Iiim`what he knew about Siam.
"Why, that's the country the fam-
ous twins came from," replied Barrett.
"Well, well," responded Mr. Cleve-
land, "I'm glad to find someone who
knows something about the country
to which he is going as minister."
The appointment was made. Bat,'
was ,then but 27—the youngest
diplomat ever sent out by this gov-
ernment. Barrett traveled through
Oriental countries, sending to the
State department such information as
it had never before received. He was
In the Philippines before and after
Dewey's victory. In 1899 he returned
to, this country, and performed gov-
ernment service of various kinds. He
traveled 50,000 miles In eastern lands
In behalf of the Louisiana Purchase
Exposition and a few years ago was
made minister to Argentina.
A story which Illustrates Barretre
versatility is told. He was campaign-
ing in New England for Presideut
Roosevelt, dressed in Prince Albert
coat, immaculate shirt front and gray
striped trousers, will) a shining silk
tile as headgear. In urging the farm-
ers he said, "I know what it is to
work on a farm myself."
A country youth called this a bluff
and ventured to guess that the speaker
never milked a cow. Barrett replied
that be had not only milked a cow,
but would bet UM, the money to go
to a local charity, that he could milk
faster than the youth. The wager
was accepted, a cow was brought out
on the platform and there the contest
took place. Barrett winning.
ConviCt'il Invention.
Referring to the fact that the new
Jail in Newburg, when completed will
have an automatic arrangement tor
locking and unlocking a series of egld
doors or a single one in any tieetioet.
the Port Jervis Gazette says the idea
originated with Roy Schoonover, a
criminal in this county, a noted char-
acter In his day, and for many years
an inmate of Sing Ring prison!
Schoonover took kindly to prison dis-
cipline and In time came to regard the
huttitutiou as his home. He wan what
is known in prison parlance as a
"trusty," and Was given conaidertible
liberty by authorities of the ittetitu-
thin. Ile was 'sometimes; even sent on
errands outside of the prison. on one
such ovella1011 he remained away until
after the usual hour for closing and
was lockhl out by the turnkcy and
unable to gain admission until morn-
ing. As soon an the doors were open
he sought out the offending official and
berated hini severely for his action.
Inside the prison walls Schoonover's
character slid conduct were wholly
exemplary, but he found it difficult to
conform to the regulations of civilised
society, and hence was never long at
liberty. He polinensed considershie in-
ventive talent, and in said to have in-
tented and perfected the original de-
vice for automatic locking and unlock-
ing of switches now employed in most
of the prisons end penitentlarlee of
the United States.- -Walden IN. Y.)
Citizen.
A Tree l'hiloeophsr.
A dog has attained the highest emi-
nence to er reached by a philosopher
when he can forget hie fleas.- -Romer
vele Journal.
MARGARET ASTOR CHANLER.
New York Soetety Wiseman Who Con-doet• • "sanitary" Dairy.
Sanitary dairying has become a prac-
tical hobby of Miss Margaret Astor
Chanter, of the famous New York
house of Astor. At Barrytown, N. Y.,
she may be found three-fourths of the
year, roaming over her broad acres, di-
recting the farm work and supervising
silas MARGARIT ASTOR CHASLER.
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much Cattle. The herd Is valued at
$1,500, and from It the dairymen get
200 quarts of milk a day. About a
year ago the sanitary dairying was In-
troduced and the creamery was fitted
with all the latest devices for refrig-
eration and sterilization. Floors, walls
and ceilIng'Were built of solid composi-
tion cement, and every bit of appa-
ratus and fixture in the place is con-
structed of galvanized zinc, heavily
plated with aluminum. With the cow
barn and piggery it is the same. The
cow barn was built at great cost, after
the most improved designs. It is not
a large building—only one story high,
80 by 40 feet in dimension. Walls,
ceiling and floors are of the same com-
position cement as the creamery. The
stanchions are of steel piping, with
aluminum plate. Everything In the
barn is aluminum plated, even to the
three-legged milking stools. The ceil-
ing is dome shaped, being twenty feet
from the floor to the top and eight
feet from the floor on the sides. The'
walla are ten inches thick, with a
four-inch space between outer and in-
ner wall, running entirely around the
building. Outlets and inlets for this
air space are provided by means of a
large opening in the center of the
dome, and circular openings a foot
in diameter along the side walls fifteen
feet apart.
These openings are cut into loth the
Inside and outside walls, and open and
shut automatically. They can be reg-
ulated so that all the outside openings
will be closed in severe weather, or al-
ternated with those on the inside, open
and shut. This ventilation system is
unique and effective.The stable is drained by means of
troughs in the cement floor behind
each stall. These are flushed three
times a day from taps In the walls.
The cows are milked by Mr. House
and his assistant twice a day—at 5:30
In the morning and at 4:30 in the even-
ing—the milkers wearing white coats,
trousers and gloves, which are laun-
dered and sterilized after each milking.
Milk is drawn into thoroughly steril-
ized, galvanized iron, aluminum-plated
pails, and carefully removed to the
creamery, where it is poured into ster-
ilized glass bottles, closed with caps
bearing the certification of the State
Silk Commission, and "sealed with a
seal bearing the farm stamp. The bot-
tles are then placed in a galvanized
Iron, aluminum-plated cooler to await
shipment to New York City, where
they are sold at 12 cents a quart
The cOWS, too, are washed and
scrubbed every day as careSully its the
fashionable babies who "'partake of
their milk, and are nied with the same
regularity and care three times each
day. Directly after milking and at
noon they receive their eight quarts of
gluten meal and wheat bran, which is
selected and prepared with great care,
the strictly scientific methods that pre-
vail In her splendid dairy, which has
such an enviable reputation that milk
from it sells readily for 12 cents a
quart The farm is called Rokeiky, and
It Is the old Astor homestead. The pigs
are clear-skinned and dainty enough to
be decorated with pink ribbons. The
chickens are of the finest street and
the cows are gentle mannered and of
aristocratic lineage.
The farm Is ideally located on the
east bank of the Hudson, with a re:
marksbly pfcturesque View of the river
and the Catskills. On the estate of 130
acres are the stone and brick mansion,
the stable, with eight carriages, the
gardener's cottage, the cow barn, the
dairy cottage, the creamery and tile
pig bowies. Besides there are tennis
courts, arbors, etc. The farm, outside
It. dairy and piggery features, does not
differ from others, the pride of the
estate are the thirty-two Guernsey and
Jersey cows and the fifteen white
(Amstar pigs, Seldom does one see
Prolit in Raising Sheep.
An official report of the„Department
of Commerce and Labor declares that
for years to come there will be more
money In sheep than In any other ag-
ricultural product, and that the Amer-
ican farmer, above all others, Is in a
position to profit by this condition.
The reason why sheep raising Is to
be so profitable Is to be found in the
fact that the flocks of the world are
declining at an alarming rate. In a
little more than thirty'years, or since
1873, this decline shows a loss of no
fewer than 93.000,000 head, an average
of more than 3,000,010 a year. At the
present time the American farmer has
the bulk of the sheep trade with Great
Britain, but he is not a factor ill the
mutton market, and last year he fur-
nished only three-tenths of 1 per cent
of the wool imports of Great Britain,
The British trade in sheep imports
last year was 382,240, and' of these
the United States supplied 294,804. But
while the British imported 3,530,039
hundredweights of mutton in 1904, the
American farmer supplied only 7,420
hundredweights Of this vast amount,
Great Britain imported 814.468,010
pounds of wool last year, but bought
only 1.067,850 pounds from the Ameri-
can farmer. It may thus be seen
what in Immense field of trade, even
withone nation alone, Is open to Amer-
ican enterprise In a single agricultural
product Argentina, Australia and New
Zealaad largely supplied the British
trade in mutton and wool last year.
HANGING OF A WOMAN.
re mar Result /a the Abolition et
Capital Punialanonat.
With the execution of Mrs. Mary
Mabel Rogers at Windsor it Is not Im-
possible that the hue hanging has
taken 'Louie In Vermont
There has for many years been a
strong feeling in the Green Mountain
State that capital punishment should
be abolished and on several occasions
the Legislature has come close to do-
ing away with the supreme penalty.
The cold-blooded manner in which
Mrs. Rogers killed her husband—en-
ticing him to a river bank, binding
him in the course of pretended play,
chloroforming him and throwing him
into the river at Bennington—:created
a demand for her execution which out-
weighed both the' sentiment against
capital punishment and the natural re-
pugnance against hanging a woman.
But, now that the woman Is dead, es-
pecially as the execution was not en-
tirely devoid of mistakes in calcula-
tion—the old feeling against the State
taking, human lift Is gaining in force.
The anti-hanging forces in the Legis-
lature will now be strdnger than ever.
The case of Mrs. Rogers was the
most sensational that ever figured in
the annals of Vermont. The murder
was committed In August, 1902, and
Her Lest R t.
"So you refuse me?" sighs the dis-
consolate lover. "Then listen. I shall
go far, far away. Time and distance
shall swallow me up. I shall never
see your face again."
"Before you go, Harold," whispered
the gyurl, "there Is one favor I would
ask of you."
"YearHe turns with hope rekindled in his
heart."While you are going to the far
place you mention, would you mind
sending me picture post card, from
each stopping point? I ern making a
post card album, and if you would—"
But with a hollow groan he has tied
from her slde.—Judge.
mria.8.18sphse 7"
Cayenne.
Zipailillawa.
"Why is it," said the young man
with long hair, "that the average wo-
man would rather marry money than
titakes lees chance," answered
"The average women
is a better judge of money than she
is of brains."—WashIngton Star.
Katie Postmen en Illevetess.
In the upper part of Rafiirland in
South Africa a postal service of motor-
cycles ridden by natives has been es-
tablished. The natIvem and their ma-
chines carry the mall seventy mlleit:
The woodpecker moat be a neer.
stitious bird, always knock's, IS
wood.
YRS. MARY M. ROGERS.
after her conviction she was sentenced
to be executed in January, 1905. The
Legislature was appealed to to inter-
fere but refused. After that no less
than three reprieves were granted, the
woman coming on two occasions with-
in a few hours of the gallows. Even
the Supreme Court, of the United
States 'was appealed to on a question
of constitutionality. Up to the day
before the actual execution the woman
had not lost hope, but the Governor
refused to interfere for a fourth time.
A petition signed by 30,000 women
asking for clemency was ignored by
the chief executive, who felt that he
was not called on to interfere after
the case had been so thoroughly ven-
tilated in the courte. The woman was
cool and kept up her courage to the
last
EDISON PREDICTS NEW
WONDERS OF SCIENCE.
Electrical marvels which will aston-
ish the world are predicted by Thomas
A. Edison, the inventor, who declared
in an Interview in New York that the
problems of aerial navigation and
rapid transit acros the seas would soon
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enomAs A, etheos.
be solved. Electricity, he nays, will
soon be generated by direct process,
without the intervention of steam, and
with this discov...ry will come a practi-
cal revolution of human affairs.
What Eddie Was Reiwil•••
• New England father who be-
lieves that children should be nourish-
ed on good literature as well as on
good food has always read the Eng-
lish classics aloud to his only son.
Eddie, now six years old.
A friend of the family, knowing of
thls practice, recently asked Eddie
whet be was reeding.
"A Wavering novel," was his reply.
Not Doniostie.
Mrs. Hiram Often—Isn't it ridiculous
to speak of the servant girls as "do-
mestics 7"
Mr. Hiram Often—Why? You mean
because most of thew -titre "Imported?.
Mrs. Hiram Often—Well, no; be-
cause they never stay in at night.—
Philadelphia Press.
When a man says that he has not a
friend in the town where be eves, you
ican depend on it that the town is not
to blame.
The average men thinks about the
worst thing In the world Is • doctors
bill until be meets an undertaker's.
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