Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 January 1900 — Page 2

AN AMERICAN GIRL ABROAD.

CHAPTER V.—(Continued.) We passed the qniet little hamlet of Woolvercot, the only living creatures visible being some white geese on the green; and shortly thereafter we stopped our noble vessel for a second or two, and got out for a stroll along the towpath. 'And a very pleasant stroll it was; the air was soft and sweet, the sunlight was snore general now, and lay warmly on the hawthorn hedges and the grassy hanks. Of course, Miss Peggy was busy with her study of English wild flowers; and the young man who seemed rather glad to be her attendant did what he could to assist her; and as she got together wild hyacinths and primroses and speedwells and forget-me-nots and Rosalind’s “daisies pied and violets blue,” she sometimes hummed or whistled a bit of the “Green Bushes” tune that had apparently got into her head. "I sha’n’t forget to write out that song for you,” said her companion—as if the assurance were needed! r “I think I know the air,” she answered; “if you will kindly give me the .words.” It turned out a clear and golden afternoon; and the westering light lay softly on the foliage of the willows and elms, On the wide and silent meadows where the cattle were, and on the banks nearer bs that were yellow with buttercups. And the night that followed was one of the most perfect moonlight nights I had ever seen. , “On a night like this,” said our young (American friend, “isn’t it a pity we haven't some beautiful music? The tinkling of a banjo spoils everything.” “Peggy,” said Queen Tita, putting her hand on the girl’s arm for a moment, “sing ‘My Old Kentucky Home.’ ” Thereupon Miss Peggy—who is the soul of good nature when there is no mischievous project in her head—took up her banjo, which lay in her lap, and began to «ing, and very well did her rich contralto voice sound in the stillness of these slumbering woods and fields. One could not help wondering what some belated rustic would have thought of it all if he had chanced upon us on his way home; the black trees and the gray canal showing no sign of life; that spectral white thing moored in there among the willows with its motionless points of red sre; the silence all around absolute but for the strange singing of a woman’s voice. CHAPTER VI. It was hard that such a perfect night should be succeeded by a wild and blustering morning; the rain was rattling on our house roof; there was a wail of wind through the swaying and dripping bushes and trees. In the midst of all this turmoil, Captain Columbus suddenly makes his appearance, and, with serious aspect, informs us that we cannot go any further at present. The authorities, it appears, lock the canal gates every second Sunday. Queen Tita, of course, is far from being disappointed.. She highly approves of stopping the traffic every second Sun--day, and doubtless would have the regulation extended to every Sunday, if she had the power. We had three visitors that evening! Two of them, whom we found on the bank when We returned to the boat, were of rustic mold, and in stolid silence, and with calm, immovable gaze they contemplated the strange object that had invaded those solitudes. They made no remark; their eyes wandered not; they merely stood there and stared and stared, as fished the famous fisher of Sunburie. They stared at the boat, at the windows, the gunwale, the Eller, the roof, the anchor at the bow. And never a word they upoke. We left them staring. Our third visitor—to Jack Duncombe’s obvious discomfiture —was no other than Mr. Algernon A’Becket, who arrived some little time before dinner in high glee over his success in discovering our whereabouts. Indeed, he was quite hilarious, notwithstanding that his trousers looked rather damp, and he was just a little bit hungry; Murdoch was bidden to make speed, while the women folk began to light the lamps and candles in order to brighten up the saloon. Jack Duncombe, of course, would take no part in the entertainment of this new guest; but Mr. A’Becket seemed capable of making himself at home without much trouble; and Mrs. Threepenny-bit and her young American friend, as they were laying the cloth and otherwise getting matters made easy for Murdoch, were very courteous and complacent toward him. “And how are you to get back, Mr. A’Becket?” his hostess said to him, not unnaturally. “I wish we could offer yon a berth.” “Not at all, not at all!” he answered, with abundant cheerfulness. “I know precisely where I am now.” “I am sure it’s more than we do,” she observed, rather ruefully. “And you know I was anxious to see how you looked en voyage,” he continued, with a well-satisfied glance all round; "and really nothing could be more snug and delightful. How strange it must be to feel yourselves so entirely isolated; a small party all by yourselves, and wandering away into these out-of-the-world places; really, it makes one a little envious.” Jack Duncombe glared; was the man actually begging for an invitation? And at dinner, too, Mr. A’Becket seemed quite content so long as he could address himself to the two women. Jack Dunoombe rarely interfering, except when there was a chance of his posing as Min (Peggy’s natural ally and champion. In{deed, the younger man strove to appear |n that light whenever occasion offered, •nd seemed ready to sacrifice the most •acred institutions of his native land for the mere sake of taking her part. For example, our Oxford friend was talking pbout the irreverence for antiquity comMonly attributed to the American people, ■nd said ha.had once heard an American

BY WIL LIAM BLACK.

declare that Bquattersville, Nebraska, was of more value to the world than Westminster Abbey, because Squatteraville was full of living men, whereas Westminster Abbey was full of dead ones. Whereupon Miss Peggy said, sensibly and modestly enough, as we thought: “Well, sometimes our people at home say things like that, but they don’t believe them. They think it clever to startle you, that is all.” That ought to have been enough. But it wasn’t enough for Jack Duncombe. Oh, dear, no. Something must be said on behalf of Miss Peggy’s countrymen. Miss Peggy herself was not to be crushed by the dread might and majesty of Westminster Abbey. “After all,” said this reckless young man, “if you walk through Westminster Abbey, and impartially look at the names of the people they have put there, you’ll come to the conclusion that in former days it was pretty easy to get in. Look at John Phillips. Did you ever hear of John Phillips?” Our learned friend from Oxford, being thus directly challenged, had to confess his ignorance of the enshrined John Phillips. "Well, he was a writer of comic verses; at least, I believe they are considered to be comic,” the younger man continued with superfluous scorn. “I know this; I could get you twenty living writers who could do infinitely better verses; indeed, if John Phillips were alive new there is one place where you would not find him, and that is at the Punch weekly dinner!” Mr. A’Becket turned to Miss Peggy, and said to her, with a smile: “Your countryman whom I heard make that remark is said to be worth thirty million dollars.” “He isn’t worth consideration,” she answered, with a kind of audacious petulance; and there the subject dropped. You should have heard how that young man broke forth when our guest had to leave us to find his way across country to some railway station that he named. You would have thought that this harmless freak on the part of an Oxford Don, Instead of being in its way a kind of compliment, was really a gross invasion of one’s inalienable rights. If we wished to be by ourselves, why should we not be allowed to be by ourselves? Mr. Jack Duncombe made much use of that word “ourselves.” He seemed to like it, somehow. "I propose,” said he, in his reckless fashion, “that we should give up our leisure time on this trip to the composition of a great and learned work, just to show what we can do. Will you join, Miss Rosslyn?” “Oh, yes,” says the young lady, with calm effrontery. “What is it to be about?” “Oh, anything will serve to show off with. We must make it imposing. The square of the hypothenuse, if yon like.” “That would be very interesting,” she observes!! with muc hcomplacency. “Of course you will begin with a description of the square; I mean, the square in which the Hypothenuse lives?” “Certainly,” he answers, “catching on” with alacrity. “Then we come to the habits of the Hypothenuse—his time of getting up and going into the city.” “I would have something more romantic than that,” Miss Peggy says, thoughtfully. “If he lives in a square, there must be people opposite." One of them bright be a young lady.” "Yes, undoubtedly; but she is rather an unknown quantity yet; we will call her X until we can settle more about her. She ia living with her Uncle Rhomboid.” “And the Hypothenuse has the greatest difficulty in meeting with her,” she con tinues. “The gardens in the square would be a good place; I suppose the Hypothenuse would have a key.” “Naturally. But then, again, Aunt Parallelogram distinctly approves of the match, and is going to leave all her money to X. Would you make the Hypothenuse rich or poor?” So these two young idiots went on, one of them apparently taking a grim delight in thus revenging himself for the intrusion of a stranger among “ourselves.” There was no other thought for the hapless Scholiast making his way along darkened roads to wait for the last train in some solitary little railway station. Here the lights were burning clear, and they were now safe from all interference, with aimless merriment and bandied words and laughing glances to fill full every glad and precious minute.

CHAPTER VII. On this still morning, while as yet the unknown world around us seemed but half awake, there is a tall young lady, of slim and elegant figure, standing all alone in the stern of the boat. It is the Person without a Character. She has perched herself on the steersman’s plank; her arms are placed on the transverse iron rod, her chin rests contemplatively on her crossed palms. And who can tell what dreams and reveries may not be in the calm deeps of her eyes, which can be thoughtful and wistful enough when they are not full of malice? Apparently she is looking away across the undulating landscape, with its varied features of wood and meadow, of hedge-row and upland slope, emerging from the pale mists of the dawn; but there may be quite other visions before her. Perhaps she is thinking of the olden days of romance and heroic adventure, when noble earls “came sounding through the town;" perhaps she is only thinking of New York, and of some facetious and correctly dressed young man there. When one civilly bids her good-morning she turns round with a startled look; clearly her thoughts have been far away. “Well,” she says, “the more I see of England, the more I am surprised to think how such a wonderful lot of things should have happened in so small a place. And not only small, but—but—empty. The country seems dead. There’s nobody in it. Last night I was reading about Warwick and Kenilworth, just by way of preparation, you know, for i suppose W* shall gM there this evening. Well, where did all those great lords find the people to build splendid castles for them? Where did they get such sums of money?

Where did an the armies come from that were in the Wars of the Roses?” Now the spectacle of a young mind in eager quest of knowledge is, as has been observed before, a pleasing sight: but it has to be pointed out to Miss Peggy that the study of English history ought to remain prohibited during the remainder of this trip, to avoid misconception, and for the better silencing of scandalous tongues. “Ah, now,” she says, plaintively, “isn’t it hard that wc should be subjected to such cruel taunts and suspicions? And so unjustly, too; that is the shameful part of it; if there was the smallest atom of foundation for the things they say of us, I shouldn't mind. Ido really believe,” she continues, with an air of solemn conviction, “that you and I are the two most absolutely perfect characters the world has ever known. I have never met with any one just quite so good as we are. And, of course, that is the explanation. Perfect people are never properly comprehended. The only comfort is,” adds Miss Peggy, complacently, “that you and I Understand and appreciate each other; and they are welcome to say all those things about us as often as they please.” This was all very well; and indeed it was satisfactory to think that one had won the commendation of a being so confident of her own moral worth. •> But there was this to be considered about Peggy, that you could never be very sure of her. Indeed, when she was most amiable she was most to be distrusted; when she held out both hands to you in the frankest fashion, you had to beware lest they should turn out to be the two knobs of an electrical machine. The next Instant, with immovable face and inscrutable eyes, she remarks, in a casual kind of way: “Mr. A’Becket is coming to Warwick.” “What!” “Yes, he is.” “Well, you arc—l declare you are ” “I?” she says, with a blank stare of innocence. “What have Ito do with it?” “Then how did he tell you and no one else of his coming?” “Oh, as for that,” she says, in a careless fashion, “he only mentioned it in going away as a kind of possibility. If he had spoken of it to you, it might have looked like asking for an invitation. And perhaps he mayn’t come, after all. I’m sure, if I were he, I wouldn’t take the trouble.” “Probably not.” Just at this moment we were unexpectedly interrupted. There was a barge coming along, drawn by two donkeys, each with a nose-tin slung at its head; and along with them was a tall young bargeman, as handsome as Apollo, but with a sun-tan on his face and a mild fire in his eyes unknown to the marble figures in the Uffizi corridors. After a preliminary and rather diffident glance at the young lady, he made bold to ask us whether we were going on that day? “Yes, certainly,’ was the answer. “Then you’ll have to make haste,” said the sun-browned Apollo, “for they’re going *to repair Clayton Lock, and unless you get on at once, you won’t get through until to-morrow.” Now, this was most unwelcome news; for, though it was well enough, once in awhile, to spend a whole twenty-four hours by the side of a meadow, with speedwells, dandelions, pollard-willows, swifts, water rats, and an occasional sheep, as our only companions, still we felt that we had not been making sufficient progress, and we had certainly calculated on reaching Warwick that night. So there was nothing for it but to summon Murdoch forthwith, and bid him leave breakfast alone and go scour the neighboring country in search of Captain Columbus and the Horse-Marine. Well, we got through Clayton Lock easily enough; and thereafter entered upon a long stretch of eleven miles without any lock at all. This was by far the most lonely district into which we had as yet penetrated; and as the canal is here on a high level, we had a sufficiently spacious view of the richly cultivated but apparently uninhabited country. Far as the eye could reach there was nothing visible but fields, hedge-rowi and upland heights, with here and there a clump of trees, or perhaps a solitary barn, a bit of red showing pleasantly enough among the prevailing greens. The day was brightening up, too; sweet, mild airs were blowing; there was even, now and again, a ray of watery sunlight striking on some distant slope. We began to wonder whether we had at last escaped from the rain that had pursued us so incessantly; for, of course, we did not want our pretty Miss Peggy to go away back to America with the impression that England was a land of perpetual mists. (To be continued.)

How Lipton Started.

The Home Magazine tells this story of Sir Thomas Lipton's start in business: Young Lipton went to London with a borrowed capital of about SSOO. He rented a small shop, spent one-half of this sum In purchasing a stock of tea, getting it cheap for cash, and the other half he put in a separate box to be used entirely and exclusively for advertising. That was the time when SIO,OOO-per-day advertising houses were an unknown proposition, so that it was not surprising that Lipton’s friends shook their heads at his scheme. But the scheme worked to perfection. Marking his goods at the very lowest figures—which were lower than those of other tea merchahts, for it was not customary at that time for merchants to pay cash for their stock—Lipton got ready for his advertising. He bought two of the fattest hogs that could be found anywhere In London, had them carefully scraped and cleaned, tied pink ribbons aronnd their necks, and sent them waddling through the crowded streets, each led by a man dressed in pink, and having between them another man carrying a banner upon which were inscribed the words, "We are going to Lipton’s pink tea. Come along yourself!” Of course the shop was crowded within an hour. The low prices caught the people’s fancy, too, and business became so brisk that, instead of serv-. Ing behind the counter as he had orig*' inally intended for about a year, Lipton was compelled to employ a dozen clerks to.||o that work, while he attended exclusively to the getting out of new advertising dodges.

WOMAN AND HER WAYS.

WORRYING ABOUT TRIFLES. Tp? ROM time immemorial women JET have been tola—by women as well as men, though naturally more often by the latter—that worry digs wrinkles In their faces and sprinkles gray among their tresses. Those warnings do little good. Thd fair creatures go on worrying and will probably continue to do so until the millennium comes. The Detroit Free PresS asks why this is so, and then proceeds to answer its own question in this way. The question of worry wirii women seems to be simply this: so hedged about by the littlenesSqßMtf ir protected lives —for it is the woman who does the most worrying—that it is hard to see beyond and above sometimes, and matters in this way get wholly but of focus. If women had the capacity with men of getting up and doing battle with things worry would slip off their ghoulders as easily as from off those of the average masculine. Man doesn’t woryy about debt, because he feels that he has it within him (since money-making is his business) to make sufficient money to pay his debts—some time. Women look at it more practically and consider the now. Man doesn’t generally worry about his health, because he really has not the time. Let him become ill, though, and have to stop his work, and how is It with him? Man doesn’t worry about the future —he is so madly interested in the present; nor about his clothes, for the tailor stands between him and that; nor about home matters —they, from his point of view, are too trivial —until he comes home to a badly cooked dinner, and then in his broad outlook there is no excuse for this state of things, for in business circles if an employe does not do his work properly his employer gets some one who can, a method that will yet come to be a powerful lever in the leveling of woman's worries. Miss Adah Roberts. In point of human interest, Miss Adah Roberts, daughter of the Utah Congressman who has been excluded from the House, is the central figure among the female portion of govern mental circles. Whatever may be said of Mr. Roberts and his policy, the universal verdict in regard to his daughter is that she is on l of the most charming, beautiful and intellectual young women who have located at the capital in recent years. She is tall and straight as one of the pines of her native mountains. Her complexion is that of rare white and pink seldom seen in the

MISS ADAH ROBERTS.

crowded Eastern cities. She moveu with the grace of a queen, and, although barely 20, her self-possession is that of an experienced woman of the world. When 17 she graduated With high honors from the State University at Salt Lake City. For two years she taught in the public schools. When her father decided to run for Congress she relinquished her position to become his private secretary. Her gentle dignity and kindliness have gained whatever of courtesy and fair hearing has been accorded to her father's cause. Change In a Good Tonic. A change of scenery, fresh face's, or a good blow of fresh air is worth all the tonics in the world to a woman whose face is beginning to look oH, or who is nervous and tired, and gifea a prettier glow to the cheeks than the finest rouge in existence. Obesity goes a long way to makftjg a woman look older than she really is, and it is the encouragement of indAtent habits which allows obesity to gain the ascendency over elasticity. A person whose mind and body are ever oft the alert will seldom have recourse tc diet or science to decrease her size and weight, and at the same time sbedvUl keep her youthful appearance.—Detroit News. Formality of Calling. During an ordinary afternoon caU the hostess rises to’ receive each guest She makes sure that each one who enters has a seat. If there are so many in the room as to prevent general conversation, she talks with the latest arrival. When any of her guests depart she Arises, but does not go to the door with them. It is not necessary for those wbo have first called, when there axe several persons in the room, to hasten away on the arrival of newcomers, although generally they should not out-

sit the latter. Ladles who are calling do not arise on the entrance or departure of other callers, except in the case of the very aged. A general bow on entering or departing should Include all In the room. A formal call should never be less than fifteen'minutes in length, nor should it often be much longer. Cards are seldom sent into the drawing room, but are better left on a salver in the hall. A lady must never forget to leave a card for each lady in the family on which she is calling. A wife leaves her husband’s card, motherless daughters their father’s, but brothers and sons are supposed to leave cards-In person. In some places one may call from 2 to 6, in others, 3 to 5, but the best hours are from 4 to 6. Leah Lanceford, in Woman’s Home Companion. Flirting Proves Vulgarity. The ethics of flirtation have yet to be defined, but the results are tolerably well proved. New and then an arrant flirt may marry happily, but these cases are exceptional. The man who is weakminded enough to be seriously smitten by the coquetries of a flirt is rarely good material out of which to make a husband. But most flirts remain unmarried, or marry in despair some man for whom they don’t care an atom, because marrying men as a rule either leave them se rerely alone, or take them at their own value and consider a flirt just good enough to flirt with. “A youth of folly, an old age of cards,” might be adopted as the flirt’s motto, as it is her usual fate. That flirting is foolish would probably check scarcely any; that It may develop into a tragedy if tie flirt is caught unaware in a grande passion which is not returned may possibly give pause to a few; that It is essentially vulgar and the hall-mark of a vulgar mind may perhaps Induce the majority to discard the practice if they have hitherto been inclined to it, says the London Pictorial. It has been well said that flirting is an education in flippancy, lightness of manners and hardness of heart, and that as practiced to-day it is not readily distinguished from general bad manners. Th® Youngest Commissioner.

Miss Elsie Reasoner, the celebrated war correspondent and only American woman who witnessed the coronation

of Queen Wilhelmina, is tlje recipient of new honors, as she is the youngest membey of the Paris commission, being the Chicago representative o f the Associated Press at the French capital. Th® New York and Loudon offices will be represented by experienced men.

but this young girl with twenty summers to her credit was unanimously chosen for this responsible position by the manager of the three departments, as she has fully demonstrated her ability as a correspondent.

Dainty Stationery. Stationery at one time might have been a luxury—now it is a necessity. One is not in good form using cheap paper, and nothing is criticised more tnan the paper used in correspondence. A good or bad impression is formed by the stations ry one uses. To be quite up-to-date the fashionable young woman will invest at once in French organdy, the dull gray, with hair line white border being the height of elegance, although the blue tints are much liked by tb? younger element in society. tr. • Of Interest to Woman. Needlework schools in Vienna excel ip variety of work and number of fancy Stitt bfes. Miss B. A. Mulroney, of Philadelphia, has made over $50,000 out of her shops la tlie Klondike. Nfw York young women have formed Clashes for Instruction in intelligent foreign traveling. A woman’s society for the prevention of cruelty to animals has been formed Ln New Jersey. Mrs. Elizabeth Cary Agassiz has resigned the presidency of Radcliffe College on account of advanced age. Slrter Geterose (Mattingly), who died recently at Loretto, Ky., was the oldest nun tn the United States. Mm. Mary E. Hawley, of Pekin, 111., who gave her fortune to the cause of temperance, has written a play called “True to Her Convictions,” which will be staged next year. At the International Congress of Temperance Workers to be held in Paris next April, Lady Henry Somerset, who I* to be one of the principal speakers, will touch on the work of Frances Willari3. Miss Georgina Pope, sister of the Under Secretary of Canada, who is hand of the staff of nurses in the Canadian contingent sent to South Africa, is a graduate of Bellevue Hospital Nursing School, New York. A Brooklyn bride had a pretty Idea in presenting the guests pieces of the weddlfig cake in heart-ehaped boxes, covered with ivory white satin of the material of the bride’s gown, and painted with forget-me-nots. T*e unmarried working girls of Boston luive organized a union for protection against married women who work ta big stores and restaurants. The union maintains that married women should compel their husbands to support them.

MISS REASONER.

LAW MUST BE CHANGED.

Interstate Commission Makes Its Annual Report to Congress. The thirteenth annual report of the interstate commerce commission was madeto Congress at Monday’s session, 'lhe report complains that although in its last report the commission made the act to regulate commerce had proved defective, and that it could not be enforced, yet not a line of the statutes had been changed, and none of the burdensome conditions have been removed or modified. The commission therefore renews recommendations previously made. The interstate cbmmerce law now is unsatisfactory because railroads can charge whatever they please for their services, and no single classification of freights can be established. Vast schemes of railway control are now in. process of consummation, and a vast centralization of railroad properties is under way, yet there is no public authority which can efficiently control them. Whatever evils that may result are without remedy. Among the noteworthy facts of general interest is the remarkable increase during the year in the volume of railroad business. Gross and net revenues of railroads have grown, and the number of railroad failures has been greatly reduced. This also diminishes the frequency of those practices which are made criminal misdemeanors by the statutes. Carriers have made substantial increases in the scale of their charges. They made these advances without giving the shippers an opportunity to be heard. Many complaints have been made, but under the existing conditions the railroads are free to make rates as they choose. Published tariffs have been disregarded, although some shippers whofailed to receive unlawful concessions were driven out of business. The commission cannot punish these criminal infractions of the law. Unlawful practices have been less geueral, however, because of the promises to observe tariffs made by presidents of the railroads to thecommissioners. The subject of safety appliances is discussed at some length in the report.. When the train brake comes into general use, the commissioners say, the number of those killed or injured by falling from trains will be greatly reduced. Thetrain will then be under the control of the engineer, and the men will not be obliged to walk on the running boards or over the tops of cars for braking. Reports from Wil railroads, covering 185,245 miles, show large increase of earnings over those of the year before. The dividends declared are also much larger.

ALL CALLED TO ARMS.

Kruger Asks Every Able-Bodied Burgher to March to the Front. President Kruger has issued a proclamation calling upon burghers to take up arms and march to the front. He has also sent out a circular to the Boer generals, commandants, and burghers urging them to trust in the Lord and to show energy in the war against the British. He says: “Through the blessing of the Lord our great cause has been carried to such a point that with energy we may expect a successful issue. Read Psalm xxxiii. The enemy have fixed their faith on Psalm Ixxxiii. Do not forget the enemy. Create devastation wherever you go in Cape Colony. They seize, sell, or destroy the goods of the Africanders. In the Free State they, lay waste farms.” President Kruger likens the destructiveness of the British to an attack of the devil on Christ's church, and says:“1 am searching the entire Bible and can-find no other way possible than that adopted by us.. We must continue to fight iu the name of the Lord.” The Volksstem makes a suggestion that the entire gold-mining industry of the Transvaal should be destroyed beyond the possibility of remedy the instant the British cross-the border. Psalm 33 is the well-known hymn of praise to the Lord for his goodness, beginning: "Rejoice* in the Lord, O ye righteous.” Psalm 83 is the song of Asaph, in which occurs the verse: “They have said, 'Come and let us cut them off from being a nation.’

EVERY CASE FATAL.

No Recoveries Among Victims of the Bubonic Plague in Honolulu. Up to date twenty-two deaths have occurred in Honolulu from the bubonic plague. Practically every ease so far has proved fatal. About 2,000 people have been removed from the infected quarter and are now herded in quarantine camps. The council of state has appropriated $20,000 for a garbage crematory and $250,000 with which to put the city in sanitary condition and guard against the spread of the plague. New eases of the plague are constantly appearing at points distant from the original center of infection, showing that the germs of the disease have been widely scattered. No passengers are allowed to depart until they have spent ten days in quarantine, under direction of the United States consul general. Incoming steamers cannot put any passengers ashore, nor can any one board them. Freight is carried to the steamers in lighters, and no vessel comes near to the wharves. A shotgun quarantine has been established on the island of Kauai, and no vessel or passenger is allowed to land. The removal of the quarantine restrictions on Chinatown just before Christmas is thought to have been responsible for the fresh outbreak of the disease.

Telegraphic Brevities.

European officers are constantly joining the Boer forces. George Gallagher and Nellie Walsh, New York, were killed by gas. A German general will be asked to re- I organize the army of Greece. The cost of the ocean cables so far constructed exceeds $250,000,000. Chicago Northwestern University wants $2,000,000 for new buildings. Mangie Hooker, 25, suffocated at Covington, Ky., from a lamp exploding. Cars of American p.Atern have been adopted for Paris’ underground electric road. The breweries of Milwaukee and Chicago made during the past year 643,000 barrels of beer. In the sixteen years ended July 1; 1899, there landed at New York, 476,149 Irish persons. A broker asserts that the Christmas tips in Wall street amount annually to nearly $500,000. “Optical telegraphy,” an Italian invention, has been adopted for testing in the Mexican army.