Plymouth Tribune, Volume 4, Number 39, Plymouth, Marshall County, 6 July 1905 — Page 3

By H. W. TAYLOR

CHAPTER XII. (Continued.) The wind increasing almost momentarily, seemed to be blowing the rain away, for it was not now descending in the white strips and ribbons of water that had swept the woods clean all day. Still there were intervals in which little spurts of rain dashed in their faces, now coming with the harder wind from the cool northwest. The level meadow that lay between the Redden residence and the edge of the Tillage looked white and liquid as if It were a little lake, or an arm of backwater from the Wabash. Across it, and far down into Its seeming depths glimmered the bright yellow reflections of a few steady lights blazing out of open doors a ad uncurtained windows, and showfng where other watchers held lonely and anxious vigils on account of those dear to them, and who were In pain and peril. Following as well as she could In the exact steps of her guide, Lizzy managed to keep out of the deeper water and mud, and skirting the grassy side of the lane got out upon the watery, canal-like opening of Overcoat road. The wind was roaring and tossing the great limbs of the oaks about In-a way that recalled to Lizzy's recollection the first onslaught of that dreadful cyclone whose path tfircsgh the tall forest she could dfcüöctly see by the little starlight that began to be reflected faintly through the thinning margins of the smaller clouds, into which the wind was breaking up the great solid, vapor-loaded cloud of the day. At the very uttermost end of this hurricane path there gleamed a faint red glow against the sky. "Looks lack hit mout be some house aburnun. But I don't know whutfur house hit could be. They haint nobody alivua up thar 'at I knows uv' Mrs. Redden said, in a low voice, almost wept away by the wind. They were at the. exact spot where the Overcoat road merged and lost its Identity in the "main street" around the "square." "Hello! Is that you Miss Redden?" some voice called out from an unseen locality near them. "Yes; who is ut?" "A huntun Clumburse, air yuh?" continued the voice, without discovering the head and chest that endtted It. "No; I came up to find CoonrocL I gut awneasy bout 'im astayun so long." "Well, now, you'r ashautun!" said the voice, beginning to materialize in the shadowy dark figure that Mrs. Redden recognized at once as the young Doc. "He's gone a trip 'at I wouldn't go fur n purty! He's gone up awnto the Big Rattlesnake, clur up to the Backbone Ridge, at- the fur cend uh your Ian, Lizzy. They's a lot a' railroad fellers enmped up thar, un they've ben duun a little shootun uv one another. Un Coonrod he went along with the shurf to 'rest a lot uv um Mason, un s'more uv um, fur intent to kill." CHAPTER XIII. "now fur is ut. Doc?" asked Mrs. Redden in a voice tliat showed she was thinking strongly. "You haint a go-un to try to go thar to-night, air you? I wouldn't ef I was yen! They may be a good big furse fore they git through with it. Tham railroad fellers has gut thur weapuns with um. Un they've ben a men uv um purty lively lack. Doc said they was five ur six uv um shot some purty bad. But I've gut to hurry on. Little Jim Dikeses youngest boy is sick; un ' But w'thout stopping to hear about the perils of little Jim Dikeses youngest boy, Mrs. Redden had turned about and began walking slowly and uncertainly back along the Overcoat read, with Lizzy following her, and also deep in thought. If these men had been shooting each other, perhaps Mr. Mason, and even Prof. Huntley, might be among the wounded; the dangerouJy wounded. And if so, she would only be doing a Hoosier girl's duty, to go and nurse and care for the man who had certainly saved her life. a m a great rama 10 waix mat away, Lizzy! We needn't go any furder'n we wawnt to, you know. .We kin come back whennver we've a mine to. Un we mout meet Coourod, some'rs awn the road, mebby. Think you could walk ut?" Mrs. Redden said, a little hesitatingly, but gathering assurance at the sound of her Toice end the plausibility of her statement, as she went on. "Oh, yes. I think I would like to go all the way if we could. If there are men hurt, they will need women tbere to help prepare for the surgeons. Men can't heat water and tear bandages and get soap, and towels and all those things that are needed where people are hurt. You remember how it was last fall when the threshing engine blew up," Lizzy aid, quite cheerfully and animatedly. Mrs. Redden remembered so much about that incident that it started her upon a stream of general reminiscences that, branching out as it did Into winding bayous of neighborhood accidents, promised to last forever. Happily Lizzy was so constituted that she was not compelled to f ollov the thread of Mrs. Redden's episodes. On the contrary, she lost them presently In a sort of exhilarating enjoyment of the night, and the high wind, and the roaring - - - o uv onajtuj, about with a sort o avelike crash that reminded her of the .tant but distinctly audible sound c, e sea, where she had heard it once a Lo-fc time ago.v Is this human love of the night for a time of roving about und looking at all manner of sights and hearkening to all .manner. of sounds, to bo taken to mean that man is a night prowler out of that animal instinct that survives the long past . progression beyoni the four feet armed with claws, and tie elongated pupil and erectile ears? Not at all. It only means that night, being the time of rest, is best suited to amusement and relaxation. And therefore people avail themselves of tüeir only opportunity. . The two women having satisfied their consciences upon the question of the right of going upon such an expedition, drew themselves more closely into the shelter of their ample shawls and so, like cowled devotees of these .Druid temples of the primeval woods, went hurrying on In the growing wind and the declining rain. So long as they could follow the broad and icenerallv unfenced course of the Overcoat road theve was little or no did culty in picking their way in reasonable r m . - M .w -1- J tBecuxity irom mue stumps oi uc-j that had been cut down in some erner- , gency of transferring the roadbed a few rods to this side or to that, io avoid a newly formed mud hole, or a ) alien tree, cr toue other of the numerous obstacle that beset new roads in a new country. 27cr CI tia trtLirT tlack nxv I rrx7 vtzcj end tlac-txrry ctcms, rri'Jz tl tz-zcloz tlr 3, 1-y I til cr-

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and only to be measured by the points of contact. But when, after awhile, Mrs. Redden, coming upon a plain wagon road that came into the highway of Overcoat road out of an unpromising shadow of the great forest, turned unhesitatingly into it and to the northward, all the circumstances seemed to be suddenly changed for the worse. It was no longer possible to see one yard of the suddenly narrowed road, and they were compelled to concentrate all their senses of alertness in their feet, that now cautiously, but quickly and un hesitatingly, felt the way. Lizzy here implicitly followed her agile and fearless leader, dodging with her head this way and that, throwing her left arm up here and her right arm up there, in anticipation of some imaginary slender and drooping branch. Turning one of the many short and almost semi-circular curves In this untrammeled woods-road, they came . sud denly within the broad glare of a light which they had seen for brief moments, and at irregular intervals during the latter portion of their long and rapid walk. The light appearing to come out of a small round rent in the very curtain of the night itself, moved and oscillated across their path, while a low hum of voices could b distinctly heard only a little way from them. The two women continued to advance slowly and wonderingly, hearing the hum of voices Interrupted by a short laugh, and then totally suppressed by a per emptory ejaculation in a voice that one of the adventurous Hoosier women was familiar with. "Coonrod! Is that you? Coonrod Redden!" said Mrs. Redden, raising her voice so as to be distinctly heard above the wind, and all its woodland resonances. One man stepped out of the black shadow and came forward. Lizzy had ample time to observe him narrowly, and to see him perfectly. For the strong cone of yellow light, wavering a little from side to side, centered upon them, and included him within Its glow. From the first step that he took for ward out of the darkness, Lizzy Wickly, with a sudden leap of her heart, recognized him. It was Mr. Mason, certain ly. But what a change in him! And to hat was due the change? His ordinary dark, plan and unpreten tious dress had become totally supplanted. He wore a high, black, rimless cap such as men of that day sometimes wore in the later autumn. A short, black, gum-enameled cloak was fastened about his shoulders and thrown slightly back from the close-fitting and broad-belted blouse. Long leather boots covered his legs above the knees, giving him a jaunty. dashing, cavalier air so totally new and strange and foreign to him, as she had heretofore known him, that she was Immovable from sheer astonishment and growing wonder. The metallic gleam of weapons in the broad leather belt, and V" 3 glistening barrel of one of those wonderful, cew, manyshotted carbines protruding from under the cloak and lying easily across his right forearm, brought her back to look more closely at his face as he came rapidly forward. Then she saw that his long and somewhat faded brown hair had disappeared, and a rather clc.e cropped coat of black hair came down to his temples under the cap; and she remembered like a flash what Coonrod Redden had said about it. Yes," he had worn a wig! Beyond a doubt he had worn a wig! He had played a part! He had been a cunning and a skilled dissimulator. His bold, jaunty manner, his changed dress, his easy and assured smile, and above all, tLe youthfulness of his always fresh, ruddy face,- now framed in the close black hair a ad the brigandish cap, were in their totality as well as in their particularity, irrefragible proof of the fact that he was a skilled dissimulator! Along with this sudden conclusion, arrived at within three ample seconds of time, covering perhaps, ten thousand evolutions of thought, memory and comparison, there was a sharply define' recurrence of that sense of loss that she had felt when she had looked at this man and perceived some alteration in him while he had driven past her on yesterday in the streets cf Sand town. lie is J bo it to speak. And she feels that she must not lose his smallest word; his least gesture; his most fleeting glance. For upon these depend something. Something of greatly supreme moment to her. She feels and knows. CHAPTER XIV... "Mr. Redden, I am sorry to say, is not now here, Mrs. Redden," he said, taking off his cap and bowing in a very formal and elaborate. manner. 'He came up this afternoon upon important business, but has gone on further much further than our camp.' I can assure you, though, that he is saf o and well. Miss Lizzy, has your hurricane experience made you admire storms to such a degree that you take the numerous risks of accident from falling limbs and trees without hesitation, - on - a cloudy day and inclement night?" . .. . While a slight sarcastic smile linger ed about his lips, there was a puckering of the brows and a glitter in his dark eyes, made darker by the black border cf hair and cap, and also a certain harsh ness in the tones of his voice that combined to make her feel that she was put upon the defensive, and under censure and reproof. - "I do not know that I thought of the danger," Lizzy answered, blushing a lit tle. "I suppose that after so recent an experience " "You ought to have thoasht of It," he suggested. "No doubt! No doubt. Even by experience we mortals learn but slowly, -and after many lessons. JJrs. Red den, you will not think of going on far ther in search of your husband? Can't you take my word that he is well and fcafe?" He stood close to Lizzy even touch ing her with tho folds of his gum-enameled rain cloak, while he faced Mrs. Redden. " "I mout a tuck your word fur ut, Mr, Mason, ef ut ud a ben throe-four weeks ago" gaid the determined and plain' spoken old Hoosier woman, defiantly. "But you haint as much thought uv, nur your word haint as good as hit wair then. 1 come no hv-nr after mr man. un I want im before I go taC." There was 4 moment's pause, In which Mr. Mason seemed to be upon the border line between anger and surprhed amuse ment. ' "I am sorry to have lest the rood cji-icn cf yourself and nicy cf tha Liri-h cartel pec-1 3 cf .Z-zlli-znf ha cz'.H czrzzztlj, and with a rzlira trrd

his Sandtown manner. "I must beg you both to believe that I have not willfully

injured anybody in what I have done. I have had your interests In view, as well as "Yes, hit looks lack ut, don't ut," broke in the determined and independent old woman. "Hit looks lack hit was to our Intrust to git-the Farmers' Bank Into sich a tigLt plalst ut it had to bust up, un bust up every farmer en Redden township un all 'long the Wabash. And you come down h-yur un bid In all ar moggijis fur little ur nuthun." The amount of scorn thrown Into her vigorous sentences by her staccatos of emphasis was surprising to contemplate. Under this invective Mr. Mason kept his gaze steadily and searchingly upon Lizzy Wickly's face, while his face remained turned toward the angry visage of the blunt i nd fearless old Hoosier woman. "I certainly have had no hand in the misfortunes of the Farmers Baak," he said quickly, and keeping his eyes fixed upon Lizzy's In that searching, question ing look that plainly asked her what she thought of these charges. "And so far as the moit gage sales are concerned, I had only thought of doing a favor to one of the mortgagors by compelling the mortgagee to pay something like the full value oi the property. But if there are many sufferers I shall make an effort "Many! They's about uvverybody at I know. Un most uv urn lose thur farms, too. Un thur fambly will suffer, I reckon. Billy Biler tole Coonrod " "Congressman Biler is the attorney for the railroad that is closing up the Farmers' Bank, Mrs. Redden. You know that fact, so you can put a proper estimate upon every bit of information that comes through him," Mr. Mason said, looking hard at Lizzy for symptoms of some ef fect of his words, and seeing those symp toms very evidently. "Billy Biler! Billy Biler ud no more do sich a theng thun he'd put his head en the fire!" said Mrs. Redden indignantly. "We've knowed him too long fur that. But I reckon, Lizzy, we mout as well go back. I've kine uh gat over my awneasy spell 'bout Coonrod. He's nllways tuck k-yur uv hisseff. But I felt" mighty awneasy mighty awneasy." Lizzy, signifying that she was quire ready to set out on the return walk, Mr. Mason, resuming in a great measure the jaunty air with which he had met them, volunteered to escort them, and offered his arms to both ladies. "No, thanky," said Mrs. Redden, much mollified. "I kin walk alone yir. Yon mout help Lizzy thar. She's purty well tard out, I reckon. Un young g-yurls needs a sight more armun un keppun along, un ole weemun does. I'll lead out, un you two kin follow, mebby." Acting instantly upon her own sugges tion, Mrs. Redden "led out" with the long swinging stride peculiar to the oldtime Hootier dames, who walked everywhere when the "hosses" were at work, and before "ridun-nags" became plenti ful. (To b continued.) WRONG MEDICINES CURE. Girls Get Their Doses Mixed with Good Results. "I received a shock about the value of medicine quite early In my career. said a woman doctor who has been ten years establishing a paying practice Id New York. "After taking my degree I accepted a position as resident in a large girls? school up the Hudson. Such a position Is no sinecure. In a school with 300 girls the resident doctor will have about three times as much to do as In a school with an equal number of boys. The superintendent discovered that some of the girls were having their medicine bottles filled at a drug store in the village without the knowledge of the house doctor, and that they were doing themselves positive ham. The order was sent out that empty medicine bottles must be returned to the scnool doctor. I was expected to keep a record of them In a book set aside for the purpose. "It was the custom of the girls to leave their medicine bottles on the dining-room table. Then they could take them either before or after meals, as prescribed, and there was little danger of forgetting the dose. . The girls were expected to write their names on the label, so that the waitresses would know" where to put each bottle when setting the tables. "I remember distinctly prescribing for Miss Crank for, loss of appetite and weak digestion. She was to take a teaspoonf ul of her medicine "before meals. The same mornlns I prescribed for Miss Blank a medicine to reduce the heart action. She had too much vitality. She was to take her dose immediately after meals. The bottles were sent to the dining-room and the girls wTote their names on them as usual. In a few days Miss Crank came back with a bottle of medicine half filled. 44 'I don't think I require any more of this at present, doctor, she said. I am feeling all right again. "I looked at. the bottle and then at my records. ."Have you. been taking this, medicine as prescribed? I asked. M 'Certainly. V " 'And it has braced you up?' " 'Wonderfully.' "In a day or two Miss Blank came with an empty bottle. " M It has done me so much good, doctor, said she, 'that I shall keep on taking it, unless you object' ' ' 'Heart palpitation all gone? I asked; Y ' "'No sign of it for days, she replied. - . M Well I said, l will let you Trait a while, and, if there is a recurrence of the trouble, alter your medicine. "No one but myself ever knew that the waiter had innocently changed those medicine bottles, and that the doses taken conscientiously by each girl had no more effect on their physical aliments than they had on the action of :;he tides." A Modified Appreciation. "Do you place any reliance on th weather predictions?" "Yes," answered Farmer Corntossel. "I alius give 'em credit fer one thing. The weather mentioned la alwj ys produced socuer or later, although tha dates aret't always strictly accurate." Washington Star. Proof Enough. "Oh, mamma, I know there's a flea on me!" cried little Ethel. "How do you know it is a flea, dear?" asked mamma. "Why, because I can't catch Itl' Ycnkers Statesman. . A preacher who cannot Inspire cryitizz bet t!;cp should retire.

The Sweet Girl Graduate. White as a lily that uplifts its face From some unsunned retreat. She takes us captive with a witching grace, Half-hesitant, all sweet. And though 'tis passing strange that one fair head. Can prison such a store Of knowledge gleaned by sages, ages dead of deep and classic lore, t Yet let us deem her fit interpreter Of problems intricate, And with glad voices cry: "All hail to her, The sweet girl graduate!' With modest mien and fearing, faltering feet. She seeks the lighted stage, And reads in accents tremulously sweet Her essay's scented page; She tells of tasks performed, of duties done. And of that ardent flame Which prompts the soul to win to goals unwon Far on the heights of Fame; She claims, though school time studies now are o'er, That lesions new await Dim down the misty meads that stretch before The sweet girl graduate. Ah, grant her hopeful heart may never know The beat of sorrow's rain! That she may drain no bitter cup of woe, Nor tread red thorns of pain! God grant henceforward that her footsteps fare Through sunlit garden ways, Down paths of peacefulness where blossoms rare More redolent her days! That time's harsh finger touch each - clinging tress With smoothness delicate! That Fate may bless and Fortune's smiles caress The sweet girl graduate! Hilton K. Greer. Woman's Best Profession. In the last year more than a hundred young women have deserted careers on the stage for careers In the home. This week two young women of this city have announced their determination to quit the footlights for matrimony. They are successful in their roles. They have had the applause of appreciative audiences showered upon them. They know well the glitter and attraction of the stage, and to woman, with her natural love for admiration, the attraction of the stage Is great. Yet they are putting the applause and glitter of a theatrical career behind them for the quieter career of marriage. Human nature gives wisdom to such of its people as will heed. The young women who are giving up professional life for matrimony are wise beyond .the wisdom of their sisters who preach the active business life for womankind. Experience has taught them early that matrimony is inevitably the career for wom.vn. The making of a home is the work to which woman can best turn her hand. She Is fitted for this work, and she may or may not be fitted for a business or professional career. In business or professional life woman Is always at a disadvantage; It is not her natural environment. She Is forced to come Into direct competition with man in his own field. Generations have trained him for it, and he is much at home. Woman Is as yet a newcomer in the fields of business, and she is not fitted to compete successfully with the stronger sex. She Las not man's chances of winning success. Eventually evolution may place her upon the same level as man In this regard, but at present it is matrimony that spells success for her. A position as general manageress of a home Is where she Is fully gifted to shine. There she makes -man, who is master of the business and professional world, take upon himself a most insignificant appearance. It Is there that she may win her most brilliant success, and it Is there that she will find herself most satisfied with life. Matrimony is still" woman's best profession. Chicago Tribune. Summer Styles From Taris The gown at the left is of lilac linen. The skirt is plaited and trimmed at the bottom with an embroidery of bralJ, or cord. The. bolero is also trimmed with the emroidery, and the back is gathered at the bottom under a strap of the material ornamented with buttons. The blouse is of embroidered batiste, and the girdle is of silk of a little darker shade than the gown.. The other, gown Is of reseda green cashmere. The skirt is -made with narrow breadths, which are cut off about knee height and finished with groups of plaltings, the plaits opening out again almost Immediately. The blouse Is trimmed In front and around the epaulettes with plaltings of taffeta of the same shade as the gown. The little yoke i3 composed cf bands of lace Insertion fagoted together, and below this are straps of cord and buttons. Buttons also ornament the front, .nd ths cirdte is of taffeta. The fuH

sleeves are finished just below the elbows with cuffs composed of bands of lace fagoted together like the yoke.

Young Housekeepers. Do not, If you are going to make the curtains at home, buy them without taking the needful measurements beforehand. Do not try to buy too much at once. No matter if the rooms do look a trifle bare at first, as time goes on you can gradually acquire more pretty things. Do not forget that it is extremely economical to buy two carpets of the same pattern. Consequently, when In the future they wear out, it is easy enough, by removing the threadbare parts and judiciously joining the remainder, to turn two carpets into one. Do not buy china of an uncommon design, which you will find difficult to match when broken. Plain white ware is to be recommended for ordinary use, as It Is easily replaced when occasion requires, and if all the bedroom sets are of white or one pattern, economy will result when breakage occurs. Keep Sentiment. Life without sentiment is as Insipid as savory without salt. Yet when people marry they usually "settle down," which means they endeavor to look at everything from the common sense point of view, and forswear all the delightful nonsense which they Indulged in when they were sweethearts. Is it that rent, taxes, butcher, baker, MORNING TOILETTES

1. Alice blue mohair with embroidered vest Turned-back ldpels on sleeves, and jacket faced with darker blue taffeta. Lingerie blouse. White straw hat with clusters of blue gentians and blue velvet. 2. Checked voile suit, trimmed with braid the color of the checks. Flat collar and girdle of braided taffeta. Leghorn hat. 3. Embroidered pongee, trimmed with bands and girdle of the embroidery. Surplice front opening over fine batiste blouse. Fancy straw hat with long colored plumes.

and candlestick maker usurp the place given to romance? Or is It that people always grow stalder as they grow older? Is it possible that the wife cares loss for love than the sweetheart used to do? Not in hor heart of hearts, I believe. But once surrounded by it, she grows unconscious of it, and Imagines It no longer of supreme importance, even making the hideous mistake of fancying it can be done without Familiarity breeds contempt,- and so ;he lightly prizes love to her own undoing. Stick fast to the high ideals of courting days; don't let yourself be persuaded they are foolish or old-fashioned; don't, when love becomes a daily certainty, fancy sentiment can be dispensed with, or you will wake up with a start one of these fine days and find to your cost that the future which promised to be so fair. Is stretching blank and desolate before you, and that your husband, or your wife, as the case may be, bears no resemblance to the sweetheart of years gone by. Choosing; Embroidery. In choosing embroideries look first at the material; some of the sheerest are less flimsy than the apparently sturdy. Look next at the edge; if the stitching is too shallow it's likely to pull out soon. If the scallop is in deep points, It's bound to curl up at the first wearing. Lace and embroidery combinations the new combinations that the fashionable world is petting to death are myriad,-from the tiny, .wavy edges, ending In a beading and 'finishing with the sheerest bit of Valenciennes fulled on to the edge, to the heavy kinds, with heavy linen embroidered for the foundation, and the frailest, most perishable of pompadour laces for ornament. ' The Solitary. Upon the mossed rock by the spring : She sits, forgetful of her pail, Lost in remote remembering Of that which may no more avail. - - J Her thin, pale hair is dimly dressed Above a brow lined deep with care, The color of a leaf long pressed, A faded leaf that once was fair. You may not know her from the stone, So still she sits who does not stir, Thinking of this one thing alone The love that never came to her. Harper's Magazine. Stout Woman and Iler Waist. One point that every woman at all inclined -to stoutness should remember is to keep the line of her waist lonj by cutting all her clothea tvith straight seam and dart lines, and placing the

waist line half an inch below where she actually feels the line to exist. A garmtnt cut an inch too long-waisted looks infinitely better than one a quarter of an inch too short-waisted; especially is this to be noticed In the plain tailor coat made with single fly fronts. When the coat hangs open it rides up in the back when not long enough in the waist, and it gives a most awkward appearance to a woman. Woman Police Sergeant. Miss Nettie Fayue of Butler, Pa., is tngaged in ai occupation which, sc far as known, Is not followed by any

other woman in the country. She is desk sergeant on the police force In that city. Miss Payne does not wear a uniform, nor does she smoke or swear while on duty or off it, for that matter. Indeed, since . . miss PAYSt ner tenure in oiflee began, "No smoking" signs have been placed in conspicuous places on the walls of the police headquarters, and the use of the weed by visitors is strictly tabooed. For several hours each night Miss Payne is in entire charge of the force. Seated at a desk in headquarters from 7 p. m. to 5 a. m., she receives the hourly reports of the patrolTOR THE COUNTRY. men as they go over their beats, and marks the time of the calls on a big report sheet, which is the record of the faithfulness of each officer. Unless baby is suffering from some chronic trouble it can be kept healthy and happy all through warm weather by being frequently sponged In tepid water during the day and kept clad In two garments only. One of these should be a knit bandage, and the other a roomy "nightie" of cheesecloth or scrim. Strange as It may seem, baby will be cooler and more comfortable than If clothing were dispensed with altogether, especially when put down to nap. To make a flour ball for teething babies, tie the contents of a cup of flour in a piece of muslin, drop in cold water and bring to the .boil. Boil steadily for three hours, turn out the ball, and dry for hours in an open oven. When ready to use it, grate a tablespoonful, wet up with a little cold water, an 1 stir into a half-cup of boillug water. Add a little salt Gems of Thought. The finest music heard in heaven Is made on earth. No man ever reached a joy by Jumping over a duty. Wandering afar Is not essential to the welcome of home. - Finding flaws in the sermon Is easier than following it any day. i ! Good Advice Boiled Down Drink less, breathe more. Talk less, think more. Hide less, walk more. Clothe less, bathe more. Worry less, work more. Waste less, give more. Preach less, practice more. Truth Comes Out. If the truth must be told, women are not, as a rule, impressed with tho Importance of keeping a contract as are men, who aro used to keeping to a bargain or contract, whether prcCt ttls cr notThe Queen.

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MOTES AND COMMENTS.

As Richard Wagner's widow declared that the noise which they caus-, ed was out of harmony with the poetical atmosphere of Bayreuth, the municipal authorities have prohibited motor cars from entering the town. Bicycles are scarce on the streets," but automobiles are numerous, says the Milwaukee Wisconsin: Were the tanjiem-wheeled vehicle disputing possession of the streets vith the power vehicle, collisions wouid be far more numerous. A special train has made the run between New York and Chicago in seventeen hours. As the big towns get nearer and nearer to reach each other, the question which is the suburb of the ether becomes of paramount importance, thinks the Boston Transcript. A modern - man" o' war is a formidable looking piece of mechanism, but the danger it presents to an enemy in war is altogether dependent on the sighting ability of the man behind the gun, avers the Atlanta Constitution. Russia had some up-to-date warships, but their gunners were as children playing with toys. When former Confederate generals speak by invitation at Memorial Day exercises In the North, ard the President of the United States sends flowers to decorate the graves of Southern dead at Arlington, on the Confederate Memorial Day, there can no longer, be doubt that the chasm between North and South has closed and that there is once more a united country, assorts the New York Tribune. Admiral Togo, in responding to the Mikado's rescript, ascribes his victory "to the brilliant virtue of your majesty and to the protection of the spirits of your imperial ancestors, and not to the action of any human being." That statement is rather staggering to the Western Intellect just as it had begun to flatter itself it was beginning to understand the Japanese, says the New York Tribune. The railway mileage in this country is about half the total in the world. It exceeds the total in Europe by about one-quarter, yet our facilities for railroad transportation are still so far Inadequate to the demands cn them that the progress of business is retarded seriously. Railroads generally are congested with traffic. More tracks, locomotives and cars are required, and it is impossible promptly to provide the further facilities needed to keep up with the growing traffic, says the New York Sun. In nothing are the Japs showing their high degree of civilization more than in their skilful surgical treatment and gentle nursing of the Russian wounded, avows the Atlanta Constitution. The ppectacle of Rojestvensky, their arch-enemy, caplured desperately wounded, being wooed back to life by their hospital experts and Red Cross nurses, is one that gives the little brown men of Dai Nippon a greater moral victory than the victory Togo won oeer the brave man who lies with a fractured skull in Sasebo HospitP.l. The Pennsylvania Railroad Company has made it apparent that It can make good its 18-hour schedule between New York and Chicago by doing the distance in seventeen hours. The New York Central will put on an 18-hour flyer to meet the defiance of Its great rival. Perhaps' this extraordinary speed is justifies by extraordinary perfection of equip ment on the competing railroads; bu; this i3 open to doubt. If it be safer( to go a little slower that would ba the better policy, thinks the Phila-' delphia Record. According to the . federal census there were about 43,000 engineers' and surveyors in the United State in 1900, states the New York Tribune. Our contemporary estimates thtt not more than 40,000 persons were entitled to be regarded as such.1 Still, without making any discount whatever, it appears that only a year) or two. later fully one-third as many; young men were studying with the intention of engaging in the same pursuits. The actual addition to th various branches of the engineering profession is to be computed, o! course, from the number of graduates, and it Is not an extravagant estimate which put3 the average for the last three or four ytars at 4,000 oi 6,000, or from eight to ten per cent of the total number of those who are actively employed as engim-ers and surveyors. : Numbers of Southern young men have gone Into the North for their training, or at least a part of it; hereafter, with the expansion of the University of Virginia, tho small number of Northern young men going South for at least some of their education will be increased. Every man born. and bred in the North who gcea to Charlottesville will gradually learn -o understand from the community a point of view in many respects new to him. He will learn by concrete experiences" how men value race integrity when they think they see it threatened, how - they insist cn ths value of a man apart from his money or his enterprise when the me2ns anJ the spirit of commercialism are absent, how they can exalt honor Into a force as powerful as greed or passion when they have. been bred to do ..so. Northern universities have done InesJmabla service in giving Southerners a pdint of view they never could have obtained In the Couth. The University of Virginia la In position to give Northerners a peiat of view that can be had enly In the Couth, concludea theKer Ycrl . Ctlooi. .