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At ten o’clock next morning I called on Messrs. Dewy & Moss. Again Mr. Dewy received me, and again he apologized for the absence of his partner, who had caught an early train to attend a wrestling match at the far end of the county. (Moss was becoming fmmense.) Mr. Dewy showed me the gails, gear, cushions, etec., of the Siren. Everything was in surprising condition. I told him that I meant business, and added: “I suppose you have all the yacht’s papers?” He stroked his chin, bent his head to" one side and asked: ‘‘Shall you require theni?” . ; i *“Of course,” I said. *‘The transfer must be regular. We must have her certificate of registry at the very least.” ' “In that case I had better write and get them from my client.” , { “Is she not a resident here?”. {1 don’t know,” he said, *“that 1 ought totell you. But I see no harm —you are evidently, sir, a bona fide purchaser. The lady’s name is Carlingford—a widow—residing at present in Bristol.” ; A | “This is annoying,” said I; “but if she lives somewhere near the Temple Mead station, I might skip a train there and call on her. She herself desired no delay, and I desire it just as little. But the papers are necessaygy.” | After some little demur, he gave me the address and we parted. At the door I turned and asked: “By the way, who was the fellow on board the Siren last night as I rowed up to her?” t He gave me a stare of genuine surprise. ‘‘A man on board? Whoever he was, he had no business there. - I look after the yacht myself.” ; :

i Dewy’s versatility was uncanny. E I fled to the railroad station. Soon after six that evening I knocked at Mrs. Carlingford’s lodgings in an unattructive street of Bedminster, that nnattractive suburb. A small' maid opened the door, took my card, and showed me into a small sitting-room on the ground floor. I looked about me—a round table, & horsehair couch, ‘a walnut sideboard with glasspanels, a lithograph of John Wesley being rescued from the flames of his father’s rectory, a colored photograph— - - : i As the door opened behind me and a lwoman entered, I jumped back almost into her arms. The colored photograph staring at me from the opposite wall ‘above the mantel-shelf, was a portrait —a portrait of the man I had seen on bYoard the Siren! ; :

{ “Who is that?” I demanded, wheeling round without ceremony. . Butif I was artled, Mrs. Carling‘ford seemed ready to drop with fright. The little woman—she was a very small, shrinking creature, with a pallid face, and large, nervous eyes, like a ‘hare's—put out a hand against the jamb ‘of the door and gasped out: : { “Why—why do you ask? What do you want?” + “I beg your pardon,” ] said; ‘it was merely curiosity. I thought I had seen the face somewhere.” - S : ‘“‘He was my husband.” ' i “He is dead then?” : i “Oh, why do you ask? Yes; he died mbroad.” She touched her widow’s cap with her shaking finger, and then covered her face with her hands. “I was there—l saw it. Ah!” She drew back o sudden breath as if stabbed. “Why do you ask?” she repeated. : . ‘I beg your pardon sincerely,” I said; ‘‘it was only that the portrait reminded me—l thought—but-my business here is quite different. lam come about the yacht Siren which you have advertised for sale.” : She seemed more than ever inclined torun. Her voice scarcely rose above a whisper., - “My agents at. F—— have full in‘structions about the sale.”

‘“Yes, but they tell me you have the papers. I may say that I have seen the yacht and gear and am ready to pay the price you ask for immediate possession. I said as much to Mr. Dewy. But the papers, of course—" ‘‘Are they necessary? - “Certainly they are. At least the certificate of registry or, failing that, some reference to the port of registry, if the transfer is to be made. I should also like to see her warrant, if she has one, and her sail makers’ certificate. Messrs. Dewy & Moss could draw up the inventory.” She still hesitated. At length she said: “‘I. have the certificate; 1 will fetch if. The other papers, if she had any, have been lost or destroyed. She never had a warrant. I believe my husband belonged to no yacht club. I understand very little of these matters.” ' She left the room, and returned in five minutes or so with the open document in her hand. .

“But,” said I, looking overit, ‘‘thisis a certificate of a vessel called the Wasp.” ‘‘Ah, I must explain that. 1 wished the boat to change her name with the new owner—her old name—it has associations—painful ones—l should not like anyone else to know her as the Wasp.” . s ,“Xeell." I admitted, “I can understand that. DBut, see here, she is entered as having one mast and carrying a cutter rig.” ‘‘She was a cutter originally. My husband had her lengthened in 1886, 1 think by five feet, and turned her into a yawl. Itwasabroad, at Malaga—" “A curious port to choose.”

“My husband never lived to reach England, and when she came back to F——, though she was visited, of course, by the custom house officer and coast guard, nobody asked for certificate, and so the alterationsin her were never explained. She was laid up at once in the I’ river, and there she has remained.” .

All being settled, I wrote to my old “acquaintance, Mr. Dewy, asking him to fit the vessel out, and find me a steady skipper and crew-—not without some apprehensions of hearing by return of post that Dewy and Moss were ready and willing to sign trticles with me to steer and sail the yacht In their spare moments. Perhaps the idea did not occur to them. At any rate they found me 8 créw, and a good one; and I spent a very comfortable three months craising along the eouthwestern cogst,

and back to Southampton, where on September 20, 1891, I laid the yacht up for the winter. i v e L

Thrice since have lapplied to Messrs. Dewy and Moss for a crew, and always with satisfactory results. But I must pass over 1892 and 1893 and come tothis summer; or, to be precise, to Wednesday, the 11th of July. We had left Plymouth that morning for a run westward; but the wind falling light towards noon, we found ourselves drifting, or doing little more, off the entrance of the small fishing haven of Penleven. Though I had never visited Penleven I knew on the evidence of countless picture-shows that the place was well worth seeing. Besides, had I not the assurances of the visitors’ book in my cabin? It occurred to me that I would anchor for an hour or two in the entrance of the haven, and eat my lunch ashore at Mr. Job’s hotel. Mr. Job would doubtless be pleased to recover his long-lost volume, and I had no more wish than right to retain it. Job’s hotel was unpretending. Mrs. Job offered me ham and eggs and, as an alternative, a cut off a boiled silver side of béef, if I did not mind waiting for ten minutes or so, when her husband would be back to dinner. I said that I would wailt, and added thatll should be pleased to make Mr. Job’s acquaintance on his return, as I had a trifling message for him. About ten minutes later, while studying a series of German lithographs fn the coffee room, I heard a heavy footstep in the passage and a knock at the door; and Mr. Job appeared, a giant of a man, with a giant’s girth and red cheeks, which he appeared to inflate as a preliminary of speech. ‘

“Good day, Mr. Job,” said I briskly. “I won’t keep you from your dinner, but -the fact is, I am the unwilling guardian of a trifle belonging to you.” And I showed him the visitors’ book.

I thought the man would have had an apoplectic fit there on the spot. He rolled his eyes, dropped heavily upon a chair, and began to breathe hard and short.

“Where—where?” he gasped, and began to struggle for breath. ' . “Listen,” I said; ‘“for some reason or other the sight of this book distresses you, and I think you had better not try to speak for a bit. I will tell you exactly how the book cameinto my possession, and afterwards you can

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let me have your side of the story, if you choose.” And I told him just what I have told the rcader. At the conclusion, Mr. Job loosed his neckcloth, and spoke: o ‘“That book, sir, ought to be lyin’ at the bottom of the sea. It was lost on the evening of September the 3d, 1866, on board a yacht’ that went down with all hands. Now I'll tell you all about it. There was a gentleman called Blake staying overat Port William that summer—that’s four miles up the coast, you know.” ; I nodded. ‘—Staying with his wife and one son, a tall young fellow, aged about twenty-one, maybe. They came from up the country—M-—— was the place, in Lancashire, and they had a yacht with them, that they kept in Port William harbor, anchored just below the bridge. She would be about thirty tons—a very pretty boat. They had only one hired hand forecrew; used to work her themselves for the most part; thelady was extraordinarily clever at the helm, or at the sheets either. Very quiet people they were. You might sec them most days that summer, anchored out on the Whitin grounds. What was she called? The Queen of Sheba—cutter rigged—quite a new boat. It was said after that the owner, Mr. Blake, designed her himself. She used often to put in to Penleven.: - Inow her? Why of course I'd know her, ’specially considerin’ what happened. e

*“What*was that? A very sad case; it made a lot of talk at the time. One day —it -was the 3d of September, ’B6—the - day I spoke about—Mr. and Mrs. Blake and the son, they anchored off the havén and came up here to tea. I supposed at the time they’d left their paid hand, Robertson, on board; but it turned out he was left at home at Port William that day, barkin’ a small mainsail that Mr. Blake had brought o’ purpose for the fishin'. Well, Mrs. Blake she ordered tea, and while my missus was layin’ the cloth young Mr. Blgke: he vpicks up that very book, sir, that was lyin’ on the sideboard, and begins readin’ it and laffin’. My wife she goes out of the room for tocut the bread-and-butter, and when she comes back there was the two gentlemen by the window studyin’ the book with their bicks to the room, and Mrs. Blake lyin’ back in the chair I’m now sittin’ on, an’ her face turned to the wall—so. The young Mr. Blake he ‘turns round and says: “This here’s a very amusing boolk, Mrs. Job, Would you mind my borrowing it for a day or two-to copy out some of the poetry? Tll bring it back next time we put into Penleven.' Of course my wife says: ‘No, she didn’t mind.’ Then the elder Mr. Blzke he says: ‘I se¢ you 'had a visitor here yesterday—a Mr. Macguire. Ishe in the honse? My wife said: ‘No; the gentleman had left his traps, but he'd started that morning 4o walk to Port William to spend the day.’ Nothing more passed. "They had their tea, and paid }it. and went off to their yacht. 1 ] B g G TS Lo SRR

saw that book {n the young man’s hand as he went down the passage. ‘“Well, sir, it was just dusking in as they weighed and stood up towards Port William, the wind blowing pretty steady from the south’ard. Ataboutten minutes to seven o’clock it blew upin a sudden little squall—nothing to mention; the fishing boats just mnoticed it and that was all. But it was reciconed that squail eapsized the Queen of Sheba. She never reached Port William, and no man ever clapped eyes on her after twenty minutes past six, when Dick Crego declares he saw her off the Blowth, half-way toward home, and going steady wunder all canvas.”

“‘But about this visitors’ book. You’'ll swear they took it with them? See, :here’s not a stain of salt water upon e 3

“No, there isn’t; but I'll swear young Mr. Blake had it in his hand as he went from my door.” I said: “Mr. Job, I've kept you already too long from your dinner. Go and eat, and ask them to send in something for me. Afterwards I want you to come with me and take a look at my yacht that islying just outside of the haven.” , As we started from the shore Mr. Job, casting his eyes over the Siren, remarked: “That’s a very pretty yawl of yours, sir.” As we drew nearer he began to eye her uneasily. : ~ “She has been lengthened some five or six feet,” I said; ‘‘she was a cutter to begin with.” “Lord help us!” then said Mr. Job, in a hoarse whisper. ‘‘She’s the Queen of Sheba. I'd swear to her run anywhere —ay, or to that queer angle of her hawse-holes.” A close examination confirmed Mr. Job that my yacht was no other than the lost Queen of Sheba, lengthencd and altered in rig. It persuaded me, too. I turned back to Plymouth, and leaving the boat in Cattwater, drove to the Millbay station and took tickets for Bristel. Arriving there just twenty-four hours after my interview with Mr. Fob, 1 made my way to Mrs. Carlingford’s lodgings. She had left them two years before; nothing was known of her whereabouts. The landlady could not even tell me whether she had moved from Bedminster, and so I had to let the matter rest. :

But just fourteen days ago I received the following letter, dated from a workhouse in one of the midland counties: : e “DEAR SIR: I am a dying woman and shall probably be dead before this reaches you. The dootor says he cannot give me fortyeight hours. It 18 angina pectoris, and I suffer horribly at times. The yacht you purchased of me is not the Wasp, but the Queen of Sheba. My husband designed her. He was 3 man of some property near Limerick; and k& and my son were involved im some of the Irish troubles between 1881 and 1884 It was said they had joined one of the brotherhoods and betrayed their oaths. This lam sure was not true. But it is certain we had to run for fear of assassination. After a year in Liverpool we were forced to fly south to Port Willlam, where we brought the yacht and lived foy somé time in qulet, under our own_names.

But we knew that could not last and had takea measures to escape’ when need arose. My husband had chanced while at Liverpool upon an old yacht dismantled and rotting in the Mersey, but of about the same size as his own, and still. of course, upon the register. Hé bought her of her owner, a Mr. Carlingford, and a stranger, for a very few pounds, ‘and with her—what he valued far more—her papers; but he never completed the transfer at the custom house. His plan was, if pressed, to escape abroad and pass his yacht off as the Wasp and himselt as Mr. Carlingford. All the while we lived ag\l;ort Willlam the Queen of Sheba was kept amply provisioned for a veoyage of at least three weeks, when the neecessity overtook us quite suddenly—the name of a man, Macguire, in the visitors’ book of a small inn at Penleven. We left Penleven at dusk that evening, and held steadily up the coast until darkness. Then we turned the yacht’s head, and ran straight aeross for Morlaix; but the weather continuing fine for a good fortnight (our first night at sea was the roughest in all this time), we changed our minds, cleared Ushant and held right across for Vigo: thence, after revictualing, we cruised slowly down the coast and through the straits, flnally reaching Malaga. There we staid and had the yacht lengthened. My husband had so}d his small property before ever we came to Port Willlam and had managed to invest-the whole under the name of Carlingford. There was no difficulty about letters of credit. At each port onthe way we had shown the Wasp’s papers, and used the name of Carlingford; and at Lisbon we read in an English newspaper about the supposed capsizing of the Queen of Sheba. Still we had not only to persuade the officlals at _the various ports that our boat was the Wasp. We knew that our enemies were harder %o delude, and out next step was to make her as unlike the Wasp or the Queen of Sheba as possible. This we did by lengthening her and altering her rig. But it proved useless, as I had always fcared it would. The day after we sailed frox Malaga, a Spanish-speaking seaman, whom wt had hired there as extra hand, came aft as if to speak to my husband (who steod at the wheel), and, halting a pace or two from him lifted a revolver, called him by name ami shot him dead. Before he eould turn, my son had knocked him senssless, and in another minute tumbled bhim overboard. W¢ buried my husband in the sea, next day. W¢ held on, we too alone, past Gibraltar—l steering and my son handling all the sails—and ran up for Cadiz. There we made deposition o) our Josses, inventing a story to aceount for them, and my son took the train for Paris, for we knew that our enemies had tracked tho yacht, and therc would be no escape for him it he clung to her. I waited for six days, and’ then engaged a crew and worked the yaehg back too F——. ' 1 have never since set eyes op my son; but he is alive, and his hiding is known to myself and to one man only—a mems= ber of the brotherhood, who surprised the s¢cret. To keep that man silent I spent all m: remaining money;: to quiet him I had to sefi the yacht; and now that money, too, Is gone, and lam dying In a workhouse. God help my son! I decelved you, and yet I think I did you no great wrong. The yacht Isold you was my own, and she was worth the money. The figures on the beam were cut there by my hus~ band befors. we reached Vigo, to make tho yacht correspond with the Wasp's certificate. If I have wronged you I implore your pardon. Yours truly, - CATHERINE BLARER"

Well, that is the end of the story.. It does not, I am aware, quite account for the figure I saw standing by the Siren’s wheel. As for the Wasp, she long since rotted to pieces on the waters of the Mersey. But the question is: Have I a right to sell the Siren? ; I certainly have a right to keep her, for she is mine, sold to me in due form by her rightful owner, snd honestly paid for. But then I dou't want to keep her.. - : froe BND.] ‘ .

TAX ON GERBKIAN SUGAR.

It Would Be a Very Sweet Morsel for the Loaisiana Planters.

The Boston Herald of April 3 contained the following interesting letter from Mr. George Brickett, the well known tariff writer of Lynn, Mass.: Under the heading “Sugar Industry in Danger,” in your paper April 1, the secretary of the Louisiana Sugar and Spice exchange is reported to have stated to the ways and means committee that Germany is contemplating increasing the bounty given to exporters of sugar, and he therefore asked that the duty on German sugar be increased. :

He said: Now, by virtue of the increased bounty on that weight of sugar—>soo,ooo tons—our treasury would lose 14-100 cents per pound, or $1,568,000. Our producers would lose 49-100 cents per pound on some 770,000,000 pounds, or $3,772,000, a loss to the country of $5,340,000. As the duty on sugar is ad valorem the loss to our treasury of 14-100 cents per pound could come only by a lower price in sugar, but such aloss to the treasury is not loss to the country. It not being paid into the treasury is evidence that the amount is still in the hands of the people. ; The loss to our producers of 49-100 cents per pound must also come from a lower price. If our producers of sugar were selling their production to foreign countries, it would seem advisable for congress to do all in its power to sustain the high price, but, if their production is sold to Americans, such a condition is one that should interest shoemakers.

If shoemakers and others should buy sugar from our producers at a price that would show a saving of $3,772,000, such a saving is not a loss to our country, as the secretary of the Louisiana Sugar exchange declares. It would be a loss to sugar producers, but a gain to shqemakers, ete., and our country would be justas wealthy when shoemakers distribute their own earnings as when a portion of the earnings are by law transferred to sugar producers to distribute. io

Sugar some day may be produced by electric bees, as ordinary bees now produce honey, in which case the Louisiana Sagar exchange might ask the committee of ways and means to provide a way for exterminating the sugarproducing bee. It isapparently afraid that the Germans are willing to do in part what the electric bees might do completely, and it is quite proper that everybody should know the nature of the exchange’s demand. Although it may be an off year for tariff discussion, there can be no harm in knowing that the IL:ouisiana Sugar exchange asks a law that will prevent ourshoemakers and others from retaining in their pockets one-half a cent on each pound of sugar they. buy. The reason given for asking such a law is this: The sugar producers of Louisiana want that half a cent.

GROWTH OF AMERICAN WOOL

The False Claims of High Protectionists as to the Wilson Tarlff Exposed.

The McKinley organs are claiming that the repeal of the duty on wool has caused a large reduction in the number of sheep in the United States. As proof of their assertion they quote from a recentreport of the department of agriculture, which shows a decline of about 4,000,000 sheep during the year 1895, as compared with 1894. This is alleged to have been wholly due to the Wilson tariff, and the wool growers are urged to vote for protection and restoration of the duty on wool.

While it is true that there has been a falling off in the number of sheep during the past year, it is not true that the deox,ease_w/a.s caused by the Wilson - tariff. The business depression which prevailed throughout the country in the last two years of the McKinley law was chiefly responsible for the low prices of wool and mutton which led to a reduction in the woolgrowers’ flocks. The revival of business which followed the adoption of the tariff of 1894 has not yet had time to bring about the better condition in the wool industry which will undoubtedly come with the rapidly increasing demand for wool. If trade and manufacturing sare left undisturbed by high tariff agitators, the American sheep-raisers will soon be more prosperous than under MecKinleyism. To show that the numb& of sheep in any one year does not depend upen wool daties, it is only necessary to give the official figures during certain years when protection was in full force. Thus in 1884 there was in the United States 50,626,600 sheep. In 1887 there were only 44,759,314, and by 1889 the number had fallen to 42,598,079, a reduction from 1884 of over 8,000,000. Will some high taxationist explain this great falling off while there was a heavy duty on wool? Why did American sheep-growing decline so rapidly under the alleged stimulation of taxes on foreizn wools? Ifitis free trade which has caused the decrease in sheep during the past year, what caused the greater reduction in years of republican protection? A WISE(?) PROPHET. Some Pertinent Inquiries as to Fqualizing Wages North and Souath. The belief of the savage that his fetich, a snake or stone, can bring rain or drive away a pestilence is no more superstitious than that of the McKinleyites that their idol can change natural laws and hving prosperity by the mere fact of his election to the presidency. In the enlightened state of Massachusetts it might be supposed that men intelligent enough to manufacture goods would know better than to suppose thata mere change of officeholders could alter economic conditions. But the published statements of Mr. Samuel Chapen, of Lowell, would seem toindicate otherwise. Mr. Chapin is » stoekholder of the Lawrence Manuafacturing Co., which has recently decided to ciose down part of its great textile works and sell part of its plant. - The reasons given are the inereasing competition of the new cotton mills of the south, which undersell the Lowell mills because of the lower wages and longer hours of their operatives, their lighter local taxation, and the advantage of cheaper power and ‘]ower freight rates on their raw materials. To an ordinary mind these conditions would seem to be beyond the power of national gpgislation to change. But Mr. Chapen is not an ordinary man. He s a true-blue protectionist republican, So instead of agreeing with his fellow-stockholders that under the circumstances the wisest policy was to shut down the part of the mill making goods which could be made cheaper in the south, he said: “In a short time, you know, we shall

have a republican h()us‘e, a republican senate and a republican president, and things will be différent.” ; It is true that things may be different if the republicans buy their way back into power. But how does Mr. Chapin propose to equalize the conditions of manufacturing in his state and the south? If wages are now too high in Massachusetts, will republican success pull them down? . Will hours of labor in the north be longer when McKinley is president? Will local taxation in the south be higherafter 18972 Unless these changes take place how will the cotton mills of Massachusetts be enabled to compete with those of the south? And if the republicans put down northern wages and raise southern taxes, will that be a benefit to the American people? s

THEIR POSITION UNTENABLE.

Protectionist Claim About Cheap Woolens Confirms What Democrats Have Maintaloeds

Inspired by a species of wool-opho-bia the republican press is filled with stories of the terrible injury to the woolen industry caused by the competition of cheap foreign goods. The fact that out of some 1,600 mills devoted to the manufacture of woolem goods, about 40 are either idle or running on short time, is given as proof that with free raw material and 40 per cent. protection on their finished products our woolen manufacturers cannot compete with those of Europe. Foreign woolens, it is claimed, are sold so low that they are driving the domestic product out of the market. : In making these assertions regarding the prices of imported and home manufactured woolens the protectionists forget that they are denying one of the foundation principles of their creed. This is that a high tariff stimulates competition and thus reduces the price of domestic goods to a figure as low as that of the foreign product. If after having had 33 years of high protection our woolen industries cannot compete with those of Europe, even with the advantage of a 40 per cent. tariff, it proves conclusively that the pretense that protection lowers prices is a humbug. This is what democrats have always maintained, and their position is confirmed by the admission of all the republican organs which claim that cheap woolens are ruining our manufacturers. - Another important feature of the present outery against free wool is ‘the MeKinleyite confession that the people are getting cheaper clothing. If it be true, as the republican organs most positively assert, that. foreign cloth is now being sold so much cheaper than under the McKinley law that our mills cannot compete in the same lines, in must be clear that the con- | sumers of the cloth get the benefits. The profits of the importer or tailor have not been increased in any way, and the great reduction in price about which the republicans are howling must therefore mean that the 65,000,000 American men, women and children are buying their clothing at lower prices than under McKinleyism. That this is fact and not merely theory can be proved by a comparison between the prices of woolen clothing under protection and at the present time. Every citizen who favors cheap goods should protest against high prices by voting the democratic ticket.

THE SOUTH'S PROSPERITY.

Evidences of a Widespread Business Ree ¥ vival Everywhere Manifest.

The Chattanooga Tradesman, a nonpartizan business journal, published in a recent issue a summary of reports from 2,500 correspondents throughout the southern states. These reports show that the iron industry is very active, many of the southern furnaces having large orders in.advance of their present capacity. The large demands for coke keeps the coal miners busy. The lumber market is strong, with an increasing demand for both domestic and foreign shipments, and the mills are generally fully employed. Cotton mills are all running on full time, and new textile mills are being organized in large numbers. In one week new cotton mills were reported from Brancheville, Orangeburg and Spartanburg, S. C., and at Sweetwater, Tenn.; a silk mill from Birmingham, Ala.; woolen mills at Morristown and Shelbyville, Tenn., and knitting mills at Athens and Lexington, Ga., Rocky Mount., N. C., and Chattanooga, Tenn. A large number of other industries representing nearly a million dollars capital are also reported from various southern states.

If facts of this kind were peculiar to one week included in the Trademan’s reports, they would not call for special mention. But as they are merely samples of the widespread businessrevival which is everywhere manifest in the south, they furnish a conclusive answer to the wails of republican calamity howlers. Busy mines, furnaces and factories, new mills and other important industries are the best proof that the cry of *‘Wilson tariff ruin” is only the invention of desperate office seekers. Between the clamor of partizan organs and the reliable statements of impartial trade journals, which will business men choose?

For Farmers to Think Of. The $3 or $4 a ton added to the price of steel by the great trust which now controls all the steel works of the country will make the farmers’ tools, implements, wagons, etc., cost more than they do now. Protection enables the trust to raise prices. If McKinley is elected president the duty on steel will be increased and the trust will put up prices still higher. How will that help the farmers? : —The New York Tribune, a leading republican paper, calls trusts ‘‘enemies of the people.” Yet the Tribune is doing all in its power to persuade the people to nominate for president, Maj. McKinley, the friend and agent of trusts and monopolies. If trusts rob the public through special privileges, it would seem that the way to destroy their powers for evil wounld be to abolish the tariff taxes which enable them. to charge high pricess What do the people who are bled by the trusts think about it? —The protected steel trust keeps the price of steel at least ¢icht dollars per ton higher than it wotld be under free trade. The. farmer swho has to pay more for a steel harroi this spring is contributing to the prefits of the trust millionaires. Does he like it? ; —Each keg of nalls used by the farmers this year will vost more than twice as much as last. The highly protected nail trust will make fortunes for the few firms which control the nail industry. fiowm*flmtw garxyers? Ley

FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.

LITTLE ‘MISSY SMALL-SIZE.

Little Missy Small-size, I.oveland, her address, Little Missy brown eyes, sent, our hoine to bless. = Face so full of sunshine, laugh so full of . glee, : , Cheeks so soft and rosy, all so fair to see. ;

Playing with her dolly, sittingin her chair, Getting into mischief, flitting everywhere. Wearying her mamma, causing her to chide, ¢ . Then caressing sweetly, baby sins to hide. 2 i E

Little Missy Small-size, oh so full of play, A hundred eyes are needed, to watch her, every day. ‘ Little Missy brown eyes, sent from

‘Heaven above i e By a gracious Father, to dwell within

~ our love. S : —B. Newell Ballard, in Good Housekeeping.

WHISTLES FOR’ THE BOYS.

How Nolss-l’roducers May Be Made from a Willow Twig. This is the season when every boy may have a whistle, an_d one that will make noise enough to suit the most exacting youngster. The whistles may be made from a short slip cut from a willow tree or twig when the sap is working upward from the roots between the bark and wood of the tree. The season ends when the trees are in full leaf. In that period of a few weeks ‘millions upon millions of whistles are made by the boys who live on farms and in villages from one end of the country to the other. In the New England states the favorite wood for whistles is the alder. This bush lines | T N N =t 11 o) \ ~ =N . \ . \\\‘ = | HOW THE WHISTLE IS CUT. the banks of every brook and pond, its wood is soft, its barkis smooth and free from knots and it draws a profusion of sap from the wet ground where it usually grows, which causes the bark jo slip easily from the wood. In the middle and western states the willow and poplar are the favorite woods for - whistles. . ‘ Whistles are made the same way everywhere. A smooth limb or sucker is selected and cut off. The mouth end is trimmed right, a notch is cut in the top for the escape of the breath, a ring 1 is cut in the bark at the right distance ifrom the end, and then the bark is i moistened with saliva and the whistle | is laid on the knee and pounded with 'the knife handle to loosen the bark 1 from the wood. A twist of the bark pulls it off the wood and then a deep notch is ~cut out of the wood, the bark is put on "and the whistle is finished. )

Many a man’s most pleasant memories are of .the happy days he spent in boyhood in the creek bottoms making willow whistles. .

CARNIVOROUS PLANTS.

One Is a Goeod Fisherman and the Other a First-Class Trapper.

Something new abeout the bladder wort has been learned recently, according to the Fishing Gazette. The bladder wort is a small floating weed found in the fresh waters of the British islands, and until recently was regarded as ‘an innocent bunch of vegetation; but now it is known that it is destructive to game fishes. “This subtle poacher is armed with almost microscopic jaws along its little braunches,” and the incautious little fish that rubs up against these gets grasped, and before long dies and is devoured by the plant. A good many plants are knwn to sibsist on flesh, and one of these, at least, lures its prey into a trap. Every visitor to the Adirondacks knows the hunter’s pitcher; some remember it with pain. The pitcher is open at the top, and the rain keeps it half full of water. The thirsty insects see the water, and they go down into it and drink. Harving had their fill, the flies try to climDb out again, but no trap is surer than the hunter’s pitcher. The inside of the pitcher is lined with short, stiff filaments, and the sharp points all incline down. The ihsect’s feet catch in these, and after awhile it gets into the water and drowns. ‘ ; The Adirondack woodsman likes a joke, and that.is why the memory of these pitchers brings pain to the tenderfoot. The woodsman, acting as guide, goes tramping into the woods, leading the tenderfoot to some fishing waters. The trail, if on a hot day, is dry as a bone, and at each step the tenderfoot gets dryer and dryer, and begins to want to know how far it is tc the next spring. They come tc a swamp, and the tenderfoot feels sure there must be water thereabout, but the woodsman says there is not a bit. Then ‘he picks up ene of the numerous pitchers, puts it to his lips a moment, then throws it to the ground. Water flies out and the thirsty one sees it. He breaks one off and without examination takes a couple of big swallows. The woodsman shrieks: “Fly soup,” aund rolls over the moss bed of the swamp. The victim shrieks, too. And for years after the mention of hunter's pitchers makes him gag—-it is two or three days before he cares for fish or food. : An Experiment That Failed. A bee is a busy little creature, and as wise as heis busy. It can gather about a grain of honey a day, which seems very small, but as there are 10,000 bees in a hive, the aggmgate is very large. Years ago a speculator sent swarms of bees to the West Indies, hoping to have ‘honey in plenty, but hewas disappointed. The wise little insects soon learned that thei"é,.wu, no‘use piling up honey for winter, because the flowers were in blosi@afilthe year round, so they ‘only madeé as much as they could ‘eat, and the experiment failed. S Moalsfimmmies e © Tt is about four years since 17 Fgyptian mummies-in the old museum of Terlin proved tale the bodiesof feflows thie saloons of the capital of the empire ‘of William IL It is now believed that there is not a rauseum in the world that bas not been imposed upon by frauds of this kind.~Chicago Tribune. BT o Dt T S e BB (WL R R B o G R

MR. JUSTICE SKIPPIE.

How He Got the Baseball Mask ask He H © . Coveted for a Long Time. f!:‘d 1 Most of the boys envied “Skippie” be- - cause his father owned -the house he lived in, and back of it wasa large yard. They all called him “Skippie” because his full name was Samuel Carl Tvers Partridge, and anyone will admit that 8. C. 1. Pois¥Sap?. - Skippie had deep red hair and ireckles all over his jolly face. He was chunky and, if the truth must be told, rather lazy. But he could play baseball and had enough curves to puzzle any batsman. Put a baseball in Skippie’s hand and his laziness vanished as rapidly as did the pumpkin pie when Skippie and his chum crawled through the pantry ‘window. i Skippie hated the back yard - that so much delighted the other boys. It had a small flower garden in it and plenty of good grass, with posts here ‘and therg for the clothesline. The coal shed was built up against the back fence, and the barn filled in the rest of the alley side of the yard. Skippie was expected to keep that back yasrd clean, cut the grass, weed the little flower garden and split the wood. His mother used up a heap of kindling 'wood, Skippie thought, and it seemed to him that he did nothing all day long but go to school, wash his face and split wood. But there was one jolly thing about the back yard. It was the gathering place for the boys of the neighborhood, and once in awhile, when they wanted Skippie in a ball game, they pitched in and helped him split kindling wood. One Saturday Billie Banks climbed over the woodshed and found Skippie sharpening a brand-new ax. He begged to be allowed to help. Skippie turned the ax over to him and sat down on a starch box to watch him. About the time that Billie had given the ax a sharp edge Tom Johnson appeared, and he wanted to sharpen the ax. Then Jack Young came along, and one boy after another held that new ax to the grindstone until it bad been given a dozen different kinds of edges. All this time Skippie was sitting on the starch box enjoying himself and thinking harder than he had ever thought before. a 0 “I went to a justice court yesterday,” said he, finally. ; . © “Jiminie! I wish I had been with you,” said Tom Johnson. ' “So do 1,” cried Billie. “Did they send some man up for life?” ~“No; the judge fined him five dollars and costs.’” = “Say,” cried Tom Johnson, who had climbed a clothesline post, “let’s play police and justice and have an arrest and run out the police patrol wagon. T'll go get my wagon,” and he was off like a flash. : When he returned with his wagon he found Skippie sitting in a kitchen chair with a big box in front of him for a desk. Billie had turned his coat wrong side out and said he was to be a prisoner. Jack Young, Percy Pillows and Roger Martin had tied ropes around their waists in which were stuck clubs of wood. They were the policemen and the other boys were jailers, policemen and bailiffs and prisoners. Skippie had

g T > g ATy T e ~ [ w i ; Ls ‘ ey A | I€y Y N\ B Ak /0 B W\ Nl A f\{.‘ \ifi// A b L-fl"’* e iafi"f'*i’é} \-.\\ -t m’/’~ 7Vi @\ T g ;4.'LJ@?\R‘§.‘ P y,/,/ :/”,"//f_;f | L3R Von = ) “WHAT HAS IE DONE?” keen made justice of the peace because he had been to court, and when he said “g 0 the boys who were to be hunted by the police darted out into the alley through the barn and hid. Soon the patrol wagon dashed out on a riot call sent in by a policeman who had caught Billie. ' “What .is your name?’” said Justice Skippie. : “Rillie Banks.” ~ “What has he done ?” asked the justice of the policeman who made the arrest. ‘I told him to move on, and he ‘wouldn’t.” . “Ten days at hard work in the bridewell,” was the sentence. ‘“Take him to the woodshed and make him split kindling wood until I say ‘stop.”” . ~ And Billie was soon splitting wood, while two policemen guarded him to see that he did not escape. The mnext boy arrested was made to rake the grass in the back yard, and the riext to weed the garden, and the next to split wood, and before the game was finished, Skippie had three weeks’ supply of kindling wood neatly piled up in the woodshed; the yard had been cleaned three times; every weed in the flower garden was in the garbage box in the alley, and the gravel walk was as neat as a pin. And Skippie did not open his mouth when his mother said-to his father that night: ‘“Samnuel has been very indu\srtrious to-day. I wish you would go\out and look at that back vard; it i% simply beautiful,” and his father smi cfl and said: ' _ “Well, I guess I’ll have to'get you that baseball mask next week.”—Chicago Lecord. :

Cherry Stone Curiosities. There is a cherry stone at the Salem {Mass.) museum, which contains one dozen silver spoons. The stone itself i of the ordinary size, but the spoon are so small that their shape and fin ish can only be well distinguished b the microscope. Dr. Oliver gives a agcount of a cherry stone on whic were carved 124 heads, so distinctly th: the naked eye could distinguish tho belonging to popes and kings by the mitres and crowns. It was bought Prussia for $15,000, and thence convey to England, where it was considered object of so much value that its poss sion was disputed and it became the: ject of a'suit in chancery. ' ~ Vicissitudes of Life. - “Rose, did you havea good time do. town bargain day?” | 23 -“No; 1 waited two hours to see sc lovely jarddnieres marked down av cierk came around and marked t!° up.”—Chicapo Reeord | - 1 . “Don’t you think De Garmo h very aristocratic hand?® . I thought so last night whenhe i pos oG g e