Plymouth Tribune, Volume 5, Number 30, Plymouth, Marshall County, 3 May 1906 — Page 3

for The Term ofJHSs Natural Life By iVLARCUS CLARKE

CHAPTER XIV. (Continued.) Turn my face to it once more!" he whispered; and as they raised him, he Inclined his ear to listen. "It's calm enough here, God bless it," he said; "but I can hear the waves a-breaking hard upon the br.r!" As Frere relieved Mrs. Vickers from the weight of the corpse, Sylvia raa to her mother. "Oh, mamma, mamma!" she cried, "why did God let him die when we wanted him so much?" Before it grew dark, Frere made shift to carry the ixvly to the shelter of jme rocks at a little distance, and, spreading the jacket over the face, he piled stones opon it to keep it steady. The march of events had been so rapid that he scarcely realized that since the preTious evening two of the five human creatures left in this wilderness had escaped from it. As he did realize it, he began to wonder whose turn it would be next; The following day passed gloomily. It was hot and sultry, and a dull haze hang over the mountains. Frere spent the morning in scooping a grave in the sand, in which to inter poor Bates. Practically awake to his own necessities, he removed such portions of clothing from the body as would be useful to him, but hid them under a stone, not liking to let Mrs. Vickers see what he had done. Ilaving completed the grave by mid-day, he placed the corpse therein, and rolled as many stones as possible to the Vides of the mound. In the afternoon he cast the fishing line from the point of a rock he had marked the day before but caught nothing. Passing by the gn've, on his return, he noticed that Mrs. Vickers had placed at the ead of it a rude cross, formed by tying two pieces of stick together. After supper the usual salt meat and damper he tried to talk to Sylvia. "Why on't you be frieuds with me, missy?" he asked. ' v "I don't like you," said Sylvia. You frighten me. You are not kind. I don't mean that you do cruel things, but you are Oh, I wish papa was here!" "Wishing won't bring him," , says Frere. "There! That's what I mean! Is that kind? "Wishing won't bring him! Oh. if it only would!" "I didn't mean it unkindly," says Frere. "What a strange child you are!" "Thero aro persons," says Sylvia, "who have na affinity for each other. I read about it in a book papa had, and I suppose that's what it i3. I have no affinity for you. I can't help it, can I?" "Rubbish," Frere returned. "Come here, and I'll tell you a story."Mrs. Vickers had gone back to her cave, and the two were alone by the fire, near which stood the kettle and the rewly made damper. The child, with some show of hesitation, came to him and he caught and placed her on his kzsee. The moon had not yet risen, and the shadows cast by- the flickering fire seemed weird and monstrous. The wicked wish to frisrhten this helpless crea"There was. once," said he, "a castle Is an old wood, and in this castle there lived an ogre, with great goggle eyes." "You silly man!" said Sylvia, struggling to be free. "You are trying to frighten me." ' "And this ogre lived on the bones of little girls. One day a little girl was traveÜng the wood, and she heard the ogre coming. Haw! haw! Flaw! haw! " OIr. Frere, let me dow'a!" "She was terribly frightened, and she ran, and ran, and ran, until all of a sodden she saw " A piercing scream ourst from his companion.. "Oh! oh! 1 What's that?" she cried, and clung to her persecutor. On the other side of the fire stood the figure of a man. He staggered forward, and .then, falling on his knees, stretched out his hands, and hoarsely articulated one word "Food!" . It was Ruf us Dawes. . The sound of a human voice broke the spell of terror -that was- on the child, and as the glow from the' fire, fell upon the tattered yellow garments, she guessed at once the whole story. Not so Maurice Frere. lie saw before. Mm a new danger, a new mouth to shard the scanty provision, and snatching a brand from the fire, he kept the convict at bay. Bat Rafus Dawes, glaring round with wolfish eyes, caught sight of the damper resting against the ' Iron kettle, and made a clutch at it.' Frere dashed the brand in his face. "Stand back!" he cried. "We have no food to spare!" . The convict uttered a savage cry, and, racing the iron 'gad, plunged forward desperately to attack, his new enemy; but, quick as thought, the child glided past Frere, and snatching the loaf, placed it in the hands of the starving man. with, "Here, poor prisoner, eat!" and then, turning to Frere, she cast upon a glance so fall of horror, indigna-l tion and surprise that. the man blushed and threw down the brand. As for Rufus Dawes, the sudden apparition of the golden-haired girl seemed to have transformed him. Allowing the loaf to slip through his fingers, he gazed, with haggard eyes, at the retreating figure of the child, and as it vanished into the darkness outside the circle of the firelight, the unhappy man sank his face upon his blackened, horny hands,, and bant into tears. CHAPTER XV. The coarse tones of Maurice Frere roused him. "What do you want?" he asked. Rufus Dawes, raising his head, contemplated the figure before him. and recognized it. "Is it your he said, slowly. "What do you mean? Do you know me?" asked Frere, drawing back. But the convict did not reply. His momentmrr emotion passed away, the pangs of hunger returned,- and greedily seizing npon the piece of damper, he . began to eat In silence. t "Do you hear, man?" repeated Frere, at length. "What are you?" MAH escaped prisoner. You can give ne up in the morning. I've done my best, und I'm beat." This sentence struck Frere with dismay. The man did not know that the settlement bad been abandoned! "I cannot give you up. There is no one lut myself and a woman and child on the settlement." Rufus Dawes, pausing in his eating, stared at him In amazement. "The prisoners have gone away in the schooner. If you choose to remain free, you can do so as far as I am con'cerped. I am as helpless you are." "Bot how do you come here?" Frere laughed bitterly. To give explanations to convicts was foreign to his experience, and he did not relish the task. In this cae, however, there was no help for it. 'The prisoners mutinied and seized the brig." - A terrible light broke upon Rufus Dawes, and he began to understand how he had azain missed his chance. "Who took her?" "That double-dyed villain, John Rex," says Frere, giving vent to his passion. Rafus Dawes burst into a laugh so discordant that it made the other shud der. "We'll starve together, Maurice Frere," said he; "for while you ve a crust, I'll share it. If I don't g?t liberty, at least I'll have reverlge!" The sinister aspect of this famished savage sitting with his chin on his ragged knees, rocking himself to and fro in the light of the fire, gave Mr. Maurice Frere a new sensation. lie felt might have felt that African hunter who, yetammgto his campnre, rouna a lion there. "Wretch !" said he, shrink

ing from him, "why should you wish to be revenged on me?" . The convict turned npon him with a snarl. "Take care what you say! I'll have no hard words. Wretch! If I aai a wretch who made me one? If I hate you and myself and the world, who made me hate it? I was born free as free as yon are. Why should I be sent to herd with beasts, and condemned to this slavery, worse than death? Tell me that, Maurice Frere tell me that!" "I didn't make the laws," says Frere. "Why do you attack me?" "Because you are what I was. You are free.. You can do as you please. You can love, ybu can work, you can think. I can only hate!" lie paused as if astonished at himself, and then continued, with a low laugh: "Fine words for a convict, eh! But never mind, it's all right, Mr. Frere; we're e;ial now, and I sha'n't die an. hour sooner than you. though you are a free man." Frere began to think that he was dealing with another madman. "Die! There's no need to talk of dying," he said, as soothingly ap it was possible for him to say it. "Time enough for that by and by." There spoke the free man. We convicts have an advantage over you gentlemen. You are afraid of death; we pray for it. It is the best thing that can happen to us Die! They were go ing to hang me once. I wish they had." There was such a depth of agony in this terrible utterance that Maurice Fre?e was appalled at it. "There; go and sleep, my man." he said. "You are knocked up. We'll talk in the morning." "Hold on a bit!" cries Ruf iri -Dawes, with a coarseness of manner altogether foreign to that he had just, assumed. "Who's with ye?" "The wife and daughter of the comfandant." replied Frere, half afraid to refuse ea answer to a question so fiercely PQt. . . "Po3T souls!" said the convict, "I pity chem." And then he stretched himself, like a dog, before the blaze and went to sleep insta jIy. When moruk awmed Frere awoka him.

Rufus Dawes glanced arftcsS" fcan pidly, and then remembering what had happened, with, a great eifort he staggered to his feet. "I thought they'd got me," he said; "but it's the other' way, I see. Come, let's have breakfast, Mr Frere. I'm hungry." "You must wait," said Frere. "Do you think there is no one here but yourself?" , The convict, stretching out his wasted arms, looked down upon them with the uncertain gaze of a drunken man. "I am weak now," he said. "You have the best of me;" and then he sunk suddenly down upon the ground, exhausted. "Give me drink!" he moaned, feeblv mntjoning w ith his hand.. ' Frere got him water in the pannikin, and having drunk it, he smiled, and lay down to sleep again. Mrs. Vickers and Sylvia coming out while he still slept, recognized him as the desperado of the r settlement. "He was the most desperate man we had," said Mrs. Vickers, identifying herself with her husband. "Oh, what shall we do?" "He won't do much harm," returned Frere, looking down at the notorious ruffian with curiosity. "He's as near dead as can be." Sylvia looked up at him with her clear child's glance. "We mustn't let him die," said she. 'That would be murder." "No, no," returned. Frere, hastily; "no one wants him to die. But what can we do?" "I'll nurse him!" cried Sylvia. Frere broke into one of his coarse laughs, the first one that he had indulged in since the mqtiny. "You nurse him! That's a good one!" The poor little child, weak and excitable, felt the contempt in the tone, and burst into a passion of sobs. "Why do you insult me, you wicked man? The poor fellow's ill, and .he'll he'll die, like Mr. Bates. Oh, mamma, mamma, let's go away by ourselves." Frere walked aw. He went into the Tittle wood under the cliff and sat down. He was full of strange thoughts, which he could not' express, and which he had never owned before. The dislike the child bore to him made him miserable, and yet he took delight in tormenting her. He was conscious that he had acted the art of a coward the night before in endeavoring to frighten her, and that -the defestation she bore him was well earned; but he had fully determined to' stake his life in her defense, should the savage who had . thus come upon them out of the desert attempt violence, and he was unreasonably angry nt the pity she had shown. When he got back he found Dawes stretched upon' the. brush . wood, with Sylvia sitting . near him. , "He is better," said Mrs. Vickers, disdaining to refer to the scene of the morning. "Sit down and have something to eat, Mr. Frere." . "Are you better?" asked Frere, abruptly. To his surprise, the convict answered quite civilly, "I hall be strong again in a day or two, and then I can help you, sir." Within a week from the night on which he had seen the smoke of Frere's fire, the convict had recovered his strength, and had become an important personage.. lie was skilled in all the mysteries of the prison sheds. He knew how to sustain life on as little food as possible. He could fell trees without an ax, bake bread without an oven, build a weather-proof hut without bricks or mortar. From the patient he became the adviser; and from the adviser, the commander. As the time wore on, and the scanty stock of provisions decreased, he found that his authority grew more and more powerful. Did a question arise as to the qualities of a strange plant, it was Rufus Dawes who could pronounce upon It. Were fish to be caught, it was Rufus Dawes who caught them. Did Mrs. Vickers complain of the instability of her brush wood hat, it was Rufus Dawes who worked a wicker shield, and, plastering It with clay, produced a wall that defied the keenest wind. He made cups out of pine knots, and plates out of bark strips. He worked harder than any three men. Nothing daunted him, nothing discouraged him. When Mrs. Vlckrs fell sick, froEi anxiety, and iaspfflcient food, it was . Rufus Dawes who gathered fresh leaves for her couch, who cheered her by hopeful words, who voluntarily gave up half his own allowance .of meat that she might grow the strong er on It The poor woman and her child called him "Mr." Dawes. But the days stole on and no vessel appeared. J'ach day they eagerly scanned the watery horizon; each day they longed to behold the bowsprit of the returning Ladybird glide past the jutting rock that shut out the view of the harbor, but in vain. Mrs. Vickers' illness Increased, and the stock of provisions began to run short. Dawes talked of putting himseif and Frere on half allowance. It .was evident that, unless succor came in a few days, they must starve. One day Sylvia was sitting in the sun reading the "English History," which, by the accident of fright, she had brought with her on the night of - the mutiny. "Mr. Frere," said she, suddenly, "what is an alchemist?" "A man who makes gold," was Frere's tot very accurate definition. "Did the ancient Britons know it T

"No; not so old as that." Sylvia suddenly gave a little scream. The remembrance of the evening when she read about the ancient Britons to poor Baes came vividly into her mind, and though she had since re-read the passage that had then attracted her attention a hundred times, it had never before presented itself to her in its fuli significance. Hurriedly turning the well-thumbed leaves, she read aloud the passage which had provoked remark: "The ancient Britons were little better than barbarians. They painted their bodies with woad, and, seatd in their light coracles of skin stretched upon slender wooden frames, must have presented a wild and savage appearance." "A coracle! That's a boat! Can't we make a coracle, Mr. Dawes?" Tiie coavict knitted his brows gloomily. "Come, Dawes!" cried Frere, forgetting his enmity for an instant, in the flash of new hope, "can't you suggest something?" Rufus Dawes, thus appealed to as the acknowledged head of the little society, felt a pleasant thrill of self-satisfaction. "I don't know." he said; "I must think of it. It looks easy, and yet " He paused as something in the water caught his eye. It was a mass of bladdery seaweed that the returning tide was waftingslowly to the shore. This object, which would have passed unnoticed at any other time, suggested to Rufus Dawes a new idea. "Yes," he added, slowly, with a change of tone, "it may be done, I think I see my way. now far do you think it is across the bay?" he asked Frere. "About four miles." The convict sighed. "Too far to swim now, though I might have done it once. But this sort of life weakens a man.. It must be done, after all." "What are you going to do?" asked Frere. 'To kill the goat." (To be continued.)

THE UPHOLSTERED GIRL. She Tel In How She Manatee to Get Clothe Ont of the Ordinary, VW'here did you find such odd and picturesque clothes?" asked the fluffy blonde of the lissome brunette in a terra cotta hoase gown with a loose chain girdle. "Everything you wear looks so different and distinct from other girls' clothes, and yet " "And yet you know I can't afford Imported or expensive things?" finished (the other. "Well, that's just it, and Fl tell you. . "My dress allowance Is small and my ideas are large, but fortunately for me I can wear the picturesque. When I realized that satin and velvet and fine broadcloth were beyond my purse I decided to find what would look just as weir or better on me and cost less. ' "I don't go In for suits,- but for frocks and long coats, the latter rather loosely made from plain materials. A silk or chiffon scarf around my neck is more conspicuous than my wTap, always, and my hat, generally a big one, is in the same tone as the scarf. You know one can buy exquisite things in chiffon and soft silks for whereas good furs will mount up to about ten times that sum. "Then I wanted unusual shades and patterns for my frocks, hoüse gowns and occasional blouse.. I searched this town over before I struck the right place, and where do you suppose it was?" "I can't Imagine," responded the other. "In the upholstery department! They Lave the loveliest silks and soft draperies you ever saw, and all In such odd colors and designs. The silks are a different quality from those you find in the dress silks; the goods are wider and wear better. Then there are other materials by the yard, soft and odd, which wear better than silk and cost less. 'This little gown I have on was made from just such stuff, and I have a home evening gown that I made myself from a pair of white madras curtains. The dull reds and pinks that I am so fond of anti usually wear are easily found in the drapery departments and the yellows are perfectly lovely. 'The rough pongee which was worn so much for frocks last summer and was considered , a great novelty had been sold in the drapery departments for several seasons, and I bad a dress made from It long before I saw another. Then the ' cords and curtain chains make lovely trimmings and girdles. - 'i "I have found the scheme a great money saver as well as a means of getting the unusual and picturesque designs. Of course, I. don't think everybody could do it In fact, I'm glad they can't. A girl must be of rather slim and picturesque type, and if she can, as I do, make her own clothes, so much the better. To anybody like that I would say, Try it,' but to others, decidedly, Don't'" Wanted It Reversed. 'This cheese is full of holes," complained the prospective purchaser. "Yes, sir," said the proprietor. 'That's right." "Haven't you got one with the holes full of cheese?" Louisville CourierJournal. 1 1 1 Horrid Man. Mrs. Newed (during the first spat) Some of my friends say that you, only married me for my mony. ' Newed Well, please don't contradict them, my dear. I don't want them to think I'm a fool. Cnicago News. Professional Rivalry. First Reporter "What the deuco are you got up In a dress suit for?" , Second Ditto "I am going to a big banquet." "So? Where did you learn to wait at table r Tales. Slffn of Genlu. "He must have the germ of great genius In his make-up." "Why so?" "Can't catch a slow tram, nor sit still enough to have his hair cut" Atlanta Constitution. From Bad to Worf. She I wish I could induce you to cease your attentions to me.' - He You can. 8he How, pray? He By marrylng'me. Irlae Winner. The Pessimist Don't you believe that marriage is. a lottery? The Optimist I certainly do. I won a grand prize In one once! Yonkers Statesman. A man's house should be on the hilltop of cheerfulness and serenity, so high that no shadows rest upon it He is to be pitied whose house Is In some valley of grief bttween the hills, with the lougest night and the shortest day. Home should be the center of Joy, equatorial and tropical, Beecher. General Miles still clings to his plan for employing United States soldiers in road-making during peace time.

Why Home Happlneas 1 Marred. There is not that sympathy and comradeship existing between women and their husbands that there should be. Most of th foolish persons wno, without attempting to put matters right In their own homes, bewail their misfortunes or endeavor to show others the paths of happiness are miserable solely because of their selfishness. People to-day think only of themselves the husband of his dinners, his sport his pleasure ; the wife of her dress, her shopping, her idleness. One does not consider the needs and desires and ambitions of the other. The man looks upon it as his function to earn money ; his wife to spend it as soon as earned. Home soon loses its significance when this stage is reached. Man usually tolls to secure a home; it is the woman's duty to make that home more than a mere storehouse of furniture. He provides the materials, and It devolves upon her to use those materials to the best . advantage, to make sure that their home shall be in truth a home, a haven of rest and peace after the rush and toll of man'd dally work. It Is undoubtedly the part of a good wife to Interest herself heartily In all that concerns her husband, to give him füll and Intelligent sympathy always, and in everything, and to believe In him. . The woman who looks well to the ways of her household has her full work cut out for her. She must be able to realize responsibility, and bear It fitly; not one who considers it the chief object of her existence to enjoy herself. She should be able to hold her own and take her place in society without yielding herself a willing slave to its capricious dictates. A woman may be thoroughly practical and domesticated, yet never be in danger of degenerating Into a domestic drudge whose whole soul Is' obsorbed In her. dustbin and saucepans. But to be a comrade one must be able to do more than merely minister to the needs of the body; there must be mental sympathy, understanding and responsiveness. The woman who makes the heart of her husband to rejoice will not only order the affairs of her household wisely, she will also keep In touch with the broad Issues of life and pay proper attention to the outside Interests which appeal to him. , EES The liking for boots to match the walking suit In color is widespread and a great effort is being made In some quarters to give them an established vogue. The lace coat has come to stay and to make sure that we will not weary of it soon It has a dozen forms and Is one of the most serviceable and versatile as well 2)4 fashionable garments of the day. Hats with strings, either scarfs or lace or tulle, or tiny bands with bows at the sides, are far more picturesque on a bride's attendants than any other modes can possibly be, and are always greatly admired. Black, white and pale blue combinations are numerous, and there are, too, some particularly pleasing- effects in brown and white, a color scheme that pleased Parisians last summer and has been used more or less this winter. Slippers in every case must match the gown and one can expect to see pretty pink slippers, blue ones In the latest shade of dull blue, butter-colored yellow slippers and green ones, with pretty . rosettes to match all of these hues. ' The new variety of line In the coats of the newest street costumes Is one of the most Interesting features of the season, and so far It Is not humanly possible to tell what particular style will capture the fancy of the fastidious few who speak the ultimate verdict on the modes. It is to be noted that very small roses serve to form pretty designs quite as effectively as galloonij and are in softness, prettlness and originality a new and fetching way to trim the skirt or bodice of a ball gown as well as th$ outer upturned brim of a turban toque or other hat models with urturned brims. The Old-Fashioned Wife. A pretty young married woman said to a friend the other day, "Mary Is inch an old-fashioned wife. She has such queer notions about her duty to her husband and home.' Why, she de clines all invitations unless he is In eluded,' and never under any clrcum stances Is away from home when he returns at night. 'Then she always gets up to break fast with him, and even goes so far as to prepare certain favorite dishes for him Instead of leaving such business to the cook. he does not go away In the summer until he Is able to go, too, anl In fact she fusses over him In the most absurd fashion." After the pretty creature had van ished to Join a party of friends at din ner, a reflective mood stole over the friend, and she thought how much bet ter It would be If there were more old fashioned wives. Husband Who "Take o 'otloe." Much is said about the faults and fallings of the average wife, but a careful silence Is often preserved concerning th;i trying ways of the lords of creation. Having wooed and won "the dearest girl in the world," man oftentimes thinks that nothing more Is expected of him, and before the honeymoon Is well over all the little courtlng-time attentions and kindnesses are neglect ed. Nothing used to please him better than to take her out for a walk and to see her prettily dressed. But now all that Is changed. He comes home, takes his tea, reads his newspaper and rarely says a worth And the housewife, who has worked hard to make things look nice and pre pare something special for tea, Is sad and disheartened. "No use my trying

to please John, ne never takes no

tice" And io she frets and pines for the little word of commendation or encouragement which would mean so much to her. 'Trifles," some people might say, but, then, such trifles mean much to a woman,' and surely a word or two of praise would not be very much out of place. Oftentimes It Is pure thoughtlessness on the part of -the husband this lack of recognition of his wife's efforts. Live and Let Live," and if he only knew the difference It would make to her h? would often pass some pleasant rematk about her work In the home, or, perhaps, praise her new dress. Then, the wife likes to have some say In the running of things, and,' given the op portunity, she will probably run them more successfully than her husband. If the thoughtless husband would only trust his wife as he used to do before he was married he would be surprised at the difference it would make in the home life. One of the fads of the Princess of Wales Is to impress upon every one in Great Britain the Importance of learn ing to swim. . ' : ' The first public statue of Queen Al exandra has Just been commissioned. George W. Wade will execute It and the destination of the work Is Hong Kong. The Countess of Jersey Is described as Demg a clever, cultivated woman who reads and thinks and who has been one of the niopt energetic of so ciety globe trotters. Mile, de Rosen, daughter of the Rus sian ambassador, when she makes her debut in society will receive from the Czarina the badge and title of Titular Maid of Honor to Her Majesty. The women of tho Minerva Club of New York are working to have hazing abolished In the colleges. They have obtained Indorsements from almost ev ery .president of all the prominent uni versities and are now framing a bill making hazing a crime. i Health and TJeaatr Hints. To whiten the hands rub them first with lemon Juice and afterward with dry! salt Ingrowing toenails should be scraped thin In the center of the nail and then cut I there and at the corners. ' Don't fill your bedroom with knickknacks and draperies. Have It as plain, clean and dust free as possible. Soft soap is a yel'.o wish-green Jelly, made with olive oil and caustic potash. Hard soaps are made with sods, not potash. ' " t'" - -Sleep is one of the strongest foundation boards of health and a magic aid to beauty and happiness, anda little attention to the pros and cons will prove well worth while. The IMano 3Ioth. The tiny silvery moth Is a dangerous enemy to the piano, attacking the elt used In the. various parts. Only constant care will prevent their finding lodgment Keeping a r. lano closed will not protect it ' Ijok along the keyboard and If you notice an uneven appearance of the keys lift the strip in front of them and examine closely. , . ; If you see fine particles of wool the moths are working there. Uso camphor gum tied In cheesecloth and suspend by a fine cord. Place gum also In the bottom of the piano, renewing when It has disappeared. Finally, place a small dish partly filled with turpentine on the floor close to the pedals for a couple of hours. A Hint to Travelers. Travelers would net feel one-quarter so fatigued in going long railway Journeys ' if they would take the precaution of having a good square meal beforehand. Many of us have a reprehensible habit of undertaking a couple of hundred miles with no better fortification than the unsatisfactory sandwich, whll we are afraid the majority of women are content with the even worse cup of tea and three-cornered scone. The result at the end of the journey Is a sense of Irritability, hunger. and exhaustion. The expend!TWO NEW YORK

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The first Is a white silk mousseline, made, princess by deep shirrings at the v;alst line. Jacket of lace and silk applique In flower design. Skirt hand embroidered, with Inset motifs of lace. The second picture shows a princess gown of embroidered mull, with wide panel of lace extending from low-cut neck to foot of skirt Bodice formed by folds of material drawn through a gold buckle.

ture of a small amount of money and an additional fifteen minutes "would obviate all this.

! The Shopping Fever. Unhappy the woman who does not love to shop ! The rich woman may find her pleasure In choosing the best and most beautiful of the many things offered for her Inspection. The woman who must reckon carefully her expenditures may taste the joy of economizing the satisfaction of making the ends meet by virtue of her own clever contrivance and calculation. Even to buy a spool of thread or a card of , buttons brings one Into the cheerful gaieties of human life. Whether In city department store or in country shop, one Is likely to find a bit of friendly gossip, a kindly smile, and the well-meant effort to please, for the mutual profit of buyer and seller. But the Indulgence In the shopping habit may go too far, and end in disaster. A woman died recently in New York who had spent two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in four years, In shopping for its own sake. She never opened the numberless packages whicl contained her purchases. There wen piles of them In every room. The poor woman had gone mad over shopping. She barricaded her doors to keep out not only every curious friend, but any intrusive Idea which should Interfere with her mania. , The bureau drawer or the closet filled with useless but taking spoils from the bargain counter testifies to the slight lapses from sanity made by -even the sanest of shoppers. "I always keep one of my worst 'Dargalns' hung up in plain sight said a certain wise wo man, "as a remeuy In my next attack of the shopping fever!" A "Looktnff-Backrrarda" Hat. " The design and . the name of this new design are both original, yet the mode escapes eccentric lines, which would probably prevent its becoming a fashionable favorite. Shaded green French straw Is used, the darkest tones being woven Into the ridged brim, while the crown is almost white. A fold of white silk ribbon sandwiched between two of green encircles the crown, end ing in a large rosette, pierced with gilt quills. Loops of velvet ribbon are massed under the brim at the back. A note of marked simplicity Is struck In the trimming of a number of the daintiest spring hats. The shapes are so decorative and unique in themselves that they are easily spoiled by overdecoration. The bands of two colors of ribbon draped around the crown is a popular and effective idea. There Is always a very pale tint frequently white !n combination with a color dark enough for decided contrast The hat sketched here is very smart in black and white straw, with black quills and black and white ribbon, the black being In satin and the white In taffeta. The high-crowned hats, while In every Instance becoming to tail women, must be chosen with care .by women of short stature, else they will only tend to emphasize her deficiency in this direction. Artistically trimmed, though, they can be affected with much success. Squeaking Boota. Nothing is more annoying, both ro oneself or one's neighbors, than to be. the ; unhappy, possessor of a pair of squeaking boots. It Is peculiarly exasperating to have one's presence, heralded In such a marked fashion. And yet tho ! remedy is simplicity itself. By merely driving a peg Into the middle of each sole all squeaking will be at an end. The youth sows the wild oats, but It Is usually the old man who has to do the reaping. EVENING GOWNS.

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"There died In Washington the other day? said the Colonel, "a man who was regarded in that city and In the Army of the Potomac as tho oidy Union prisoner who ever esCTjvd froi LIbby prison in da light This wus John a McGowan of the First Mary land Infantry. He was captured by the Confederates in 1801, but managed to escape. He was captured at a later date and sent to LIbby prison. One night a number of prisoners were notified that they would be exchanged the next day. "Among these was a man named Quail of a Michigan regiment Quail knew that McGowan was in very poor health, and he proposed that the latter take his place in line and answer to the name of Quail when the roll was called. McGowan did this and was marched out with the .released prisoners. He stipulated, however, that before the party reached the exchange boat Quail should' make himself known, and, insisting that he had been overlooked, demand his release. "Quail carried out his part of the program and was sent after the marching column. The guards were Instructed to halt the column and discover. If possible, the extra man. One count was made as the men stood in line, but no extra man was found. Then It was decided that Quail should , take , his place In line and that another count should be made as the men went on board the exchange boat Given fair warning, McGowan boarded the boat among the first and before the final muster was made by the delivering and receiving officers, hid himself. 'The prisoners in number and name tallied with the rolls, and all were turned over to the exchange officers, who at the time knew nothing of ycGowan's presence on the boat Later he went aboard the Union exchange boat that met tie other at a designated po:nt Ho made good his escajxi, and the adventure was in every way creditable to both McGowan and Quail. But McGowan way not the only Union prisoner who escaped from LIbby prison In troad daylight . "In the first campaign up the Kanawha in July, 1801, Captain John B. Uurd of the Second Kentucky Infantry was captured at Poc'a. In due time he was sent to LIbby pxlson,' wearing the Jaunty uniform of gray adopted by the First and Second Kentucky regiments and by the Twenty-sixth Ohio, which also became a part of the Kanawha division. "One day Captain Hurd was walking about In the room occupied by the officers when several surgeons came in to look after the sick. These were from civil life, and In civilian druss, each wearing a green ribbon or scarf on the left arm. Hurd noticed that the green ribbon carried the wearer past the guards without question or challenge. Just then one of the surgeons, in passing through the crowd of prisoners, 7 dropped his green ribbon. Hurd placed his foot upon It, and then put it in his pocket "He retired to a corner, tied . the ribbon or scarf about his own arm, nd, assuming an authoritative, professional ' air, walked into the halL passed the guards at the entrance and passed the guards at the entrance and went down the street unmolested, ne was assisted ty some old acquaintances, made his way to the Union lines and returned to his reg'ment to do good service as major In the later years of the war. This was the most notable escape of a Union prisoner from Libby prison in broad daylight The story is worth telling again and again.' . L "A good many men," said George It. Gorham, "had war adventures worth the telling. Early in 13G3 I was running an engine between Murfreesboro and Nashville. I was getting used to t'jo new conditions, and when the army went south In June I'went, too. One day the First regiment Michigan engineers and mechanics, went by under tho command of Colonel Innls and Lieutenant Colonel Huntoon, Hüntoon had been master mechanic at Marshall, Mlctu, when" I was running on the Michigan Centrpl beJ?r the war. He recognized me as I leaned forward to watch the boys, and called my name. He said at once that they wanted my train to go right along with them ,and I went "I was with the advance of the army for several months and witnessed a pood many skirmishes and exciting escapes. On one occasion General Sheridan climbed on my engine and ordered me forward. We went prospecting toward Decherd and' Bridgeport, the General insisting that we ou?ht to go as far as we could find rails. We felt our way forward unt.l we approached Bridgeport, when tlie rebs fired on us. Then we retired in good order. "Later, when the engineers had repaired the bridge at Bridgeport and the trestle at Whltestown, my train was one of the first to cross for a run to Chattanooga. It was a rough road, and I remember that as I ran across the reconstructed', high trestle at Whltesldes or Running Water the track seemed to wobble or to swinr first to one side and then to tho other. But all the locomotives went over It with a whoop, and those first runs Into Chattanooga were worth remembering." "Speaking of the Second Kentucky," Mi.! the Old Timer, "Colonel J. V. Guthrie was the organizer and Colonel of the First Kentucky regiment Ills namesake and nephew was Major Jas. V. Guthrie, who died a few days ago at Cincinnati. Nearly all old Chicago ana remember the Guthrie twins. James Y. came to Chicago from Cincinnati In 1S50 with his uncle, William M. Doughty, and hisx twjn brother, Presley Nerül. Both brothers were members of ü:e United States Zouave cadets, commanded by Colonel Ellsworth. On the breaking out of the war of the rebellion both enlisted in the Chicago zouaves, which later became the Nineteenth Illinois volunteers, and served throughout the war, James went to Cincinnati ard Presley to nttsburg. Both became bankers. Presley was Adjutant General of Pennsylvania and died in nttsburg in 1900. He was named for his uncle, a MexltQwar veteranj andfor whom the fa-

moss company, Guthrie Grays, of Cincinnati, was named. The epaulet worn by Major Guthrie during tho Mexi3tn war were presented to Colonel Ellsworth by the Grays when the zouaves visited Cincinnati in August 1860. The Guthrie Grays became tb'J Sixth Ohio." Chicago Inter Ocean.

Amona Ht Own Teople. Few officers of the Confederate States of America failed to retain the love and respect of those for whom they fought . but among them all, Joseph Wheeler remained to his death one of the most generally beloved. Even after he ha4 donned the blue again and fought for a reunited country in the Spanish war, the Southern people still acclaimed him as peculiarly theirs. , In the spring of 1903 Rear Admiral Schley and Colonel A, K. McClure were touring the" South together and were guests at a reception In the Crescent theater in, New Orleans. A committee of one hundred representative citizens sat on the platform, with Governor.. Heard and the guests in the center. The , auditorium was crowcted. . . M wnne some minor speecn oi welcome was being mrde General Wheeler, who had unexpectedly arrived in town, en tered the nail ana 6iippea rouna to ine stage.. He brought a small campchalr in his han., ?nd slipping through the wings, took a seat at one end of the reception committee. He was a very slight man and was not: In uniform. His appearance passed almost unnoticed. Down in front however, was one of Wheeler's former colonels of Confederate cavalry, tiimself a "fire eater" of early days and still devotedly attached fr Ma ri immüTidpr. When General Wheeler entered, the old colonel began ' to clap, but no one joined him. H8 stopped and glared about Indignantly at the spectators. A moment later Governor Heard rose to speak. "We have with us this ' afternoon," he said, waving a hand toward Admiral Schley and Colonel McClure, "two distinguished guests. This was too much lor the old cavalryman. Pounding on the floor loudly wltn nis cane, ne rose irom nis seat. "What's the matter with Wheeler f he demanded. "What's the matter with Joe Wheeler?" At that some of the audience caught Rlrht of General Wheeler, and besran to applaud. - The general rose, stalling, and bowed an acknowledgment Ths leader of the band awoke with an inspiration and started the beloved sf rains of "Dixie." . The cheers which followed were deafening.' ' When -quiet Was restored, and General Wheeler had been brought to a seat In the center of the . stage. Gov ernor Heard resumed his remarks. He was too clever a politician and too completely master of such a situation not to have his words ready. T sald.two distinguished guests' advisedly," he said, suavely, again indicating the two, "for General Wheeler ,ls one of us." And then the rudlcnce broke out again in a cheer beside which the first was as nothing, while the old colonel of cavalry sat back In his chair and slgt ed happlty.' He had found out what was "the matter with Wheeler." : A Case of Arrested Derelopxaent. One cannot look upon the refusal of the Confederate veterans of Augusta, Ga to send delegates to the meeting held in Atlanta in honor of the memory of the late General Joseph Wbreler with any other feeling than oni compounded of amusement " and cos ipasslon. . The meeting wad made up of thosa Identified wltfr the military or other public service of both the United States, during the Civil War, and the Southern Confederacy. General Wheeler wtn distinction In the Confederate military service and in both the nülitary and civil eerrice of tha whola nation. One would think that If anybol7 should hesitate to do honor to his memory It would be those who fought In the Civil War for the cause against which he struck so many daraalEj blows. Certainly it 6hould not come from those who, epoused the causa against which, so long as It remained a cause, he never struck any blow at alL , Yet that is the only source whence any refusal qame, and for such action the few who refused cou-d only give the puerile, excuse that they "do not belieya In mixing the blue and the gray." And why not? The gray challenged the ordeal and the event went against it It Is as- Impossible for Its supporters to prevent the "mixing," whatever that may be understood to mean, as it would bo.for them to prevent being warmed by the same sun which warms the men who were once their enemies In war for fonr years, but have been their friends in peace for ten times four years. , . This seems to be only one of those strange cases of arrested develcpmsnt that hare puzzled philosopher and ordinary man alike through all history. Educators now declare that there Is a point for every human Intellect beyond which It Is Impossible to develop or train It This performance Is a new ltent of testimony on the point Thesfr are some of the unfortunates not amenable to the law of growth under which the thoughts of mea are wiaenea wun ine process or the suns," the incarnation of the B )urbonIsm that forgets nothing and learns nothing. Fortunately for mankind, this principle Is not the governing rule of the race.- If It were so we should still be going about In sandals and the ßklns af wild beasts or at best fighting the Dattles of some Belshazzar or Rameees, Chicago Chronicle. Jnat Like Jim. , . During the war. says the Hartwe!! (Ga.) Sun, when the militia were about Savannah, an old lady who had a sixteen-year-old son down there went to the depot at Greensboro with a pair of wool socks wuich she wanted to send to her "bold soldier boy" by telegraph. Some men were-.' walking about the depot One of them told her to walk Into the office and he would hang tha gocks on the wire and in a few minutes she would hear from Jim. The man pulled off his dirty, well-worn socks, and putting on the new ones, hung the old 'ones on the wire, and went in and told the old lady Jim had received the soeka and sent back th old ones, which were hanging on th wire. The delighted old lady raised her spectacles, saw the old 6ocks, and requested the man to take them down, remarking In a voice full of pride amj tenderness : . "Jus' like Jim he always wuz a keerf ul, savin boy ; and he has sent his old socks for his mammy to dam 'em God bless him I" And In turn, wj say God bless all such innocent tenderhearted mothers as Jim's.