Plymouth Tribune, Volume 5, Number 52, Plymouth, Marshall County, 4 October 1906 — Page 3

The Trail of the Dead: THE STRANGE EXPERIENCE OF DR. ROBERT HARLAND g By B. f LETCHER R03INSON and J. MALCOLM ERASER

(Copyr'ht. 1905. by CnAPTER XIV. (Continued.) He was on old man, and it was worth the effort But as I sprang towards him, he whipped out a revolver from his pocket, and I shrank away from the black ring pointed at my chest. "Such foLy is not what I should have expected from Miss Weston," he continued. "Should you cause me to kill yon, I shall certainly not spare your father. And why should two suffer for the fault of one?" How an I to know that even if I accept this that you offer, you will let him go unharmed?" 1 cried. . "On my word of honor, I will not hurt a hair of his head." "Your word of honor!" "Do you doubt me, mademoiselle?" he shouted, flaring up Into another burst of passion. "I come of an honorable houe. a house that s?rred its kings in but wars before the Revolution destroyed us. I am no pig of a German; I am a Marnac of Toulouse, mademoiselle, and we. hold to our word though we are torn in pieces." "But how can you, a gentleman, driTe an Innocent girl to so frightful a death?" I pleaded with him. "Innocent? Did you not writ that article?" lie spoke eagerly, with a glance of keen suspicion. "Yes. I wrote it." Then go. Remember, I wait and I watch. If you fear to do this thing, yes, even if you hesitate too long over there upon the cliff edge, I shall kill your father." Without another word I began to walk down tie sloping moor towards the sea. CHAPTER XV. I have asked Miss Mary Weston to end her narrative at this point. I think It better that I should now take up the threadj of the story. After Marat's escape from Poland, Sir Henry Graden and I traveled to Berlin. There we carefully examined the book of extracts which had come iat our hands, and sent warning letters to those writers who from, the marginal notes seemed to have especially roused this madman's anger against them. The extreme animosity which was evinced against "Cantab V article in the University Review especially alarmed us for the author's safety. Finally we determined to proceed to London, discover his Identity, and take the necessary steps for his safety. Distasteful as was this detective business to a man of my studious habit, I nevertheless felt that it was my duty to assist my cousin in hunting down the murderer. It was on the evening of Sunday, Nov. 29, that we arrived at Charing Cross Station, from which we removed to the morose respectability of Jerrold'3 Hotel. At eleven on the following morning we were ushered by a bnttony boy into the editorial sanctum of the University Reriew. Mr, Rolle for such we had discovered was the name of the editor remained seated before his American roller-top desk. He was a very large and sleek f oung man, with plump cheeks of a dingy color, rnd pince-nez glasses which he wore half way down his nose. His general appearance was suggestive of a capacity for plum-duff and sugar water, and he oozed self-appreciation from every pore. "And what can I do for you?" he inquired, with a sedate patronage. "In the month of August," said my cousin, declining the chair that Mr. Rolles suggested, "you published an article sigied Cantab,' dealing with a book written by Prof. Marnac of Heidelberg." "Most certainly. Fray proceed." . "For the most urgent private reasons I desire CantabV name and address." "Which I cannot give you," said Mr. Rolles, lighting a gold-tipped cigarette. My cousin walked up to the editorial desk and spoke down upon him. "From my card, sir, which I perceive you have before you, you can judge that I am a respectable person." "Perhaps, perhaps," smiled Mr. Rolles; "but nowadays even baronets, you know, are well, not always wcrthy of such implicit confidence as you demand." I saw the right hand of my cousin steal out towards the editorial collar, but he restrained himself. "You reduce me, sir, to speak of myself with less good taste than modesty," he said. "Have you never heard of my name as an explorer or a scientist?" "Very often, my dear Sir Henry; though even for so distinguished a light I cannot break my most sacred rule. If you choose to write to 'Cantab,' I will forward the letter. Further I cannot tor I don't think that Mr. Rolles will ever realize how near he came to a thorough trouncing. For a moment my cousin, so to peak, hung in the wind. Then he drew up a chair and sat down at the coraer cf the desk. "I will accept your offer, sir," said he. "Give me a blank sheet of paper." The letter written, it was handed over to Mr. Rolle, who gave us his word that It should go by the next post. Then we retired into the street. My cousin was simply unbearable that iay. He was always impatient of delay; but 5n all our wanderings together I have . never suffered from him more acutely. He dragged me aimlessly about the streets, set me down to lunch at a comfortable restaurant, and then swept me off before the coffee arrived. I endeavored to escape him, but the attempt was l hopeless failure. Fire o'clock was striking wien he turned his face eastward he hed been inquiring for letters at the Travelers', in Pall Mall and, with his most unwilling companion trotting beside him, again advanced on Colent Garden, near which the office of the University was situated. "I'm hanged If I can stand this suspense!" he explained. "Marnac has had five or six days' start of us, and anything iray be happening. If that idiot Rolles still refuses the address, I will thrash him till he gives it up, and take the consequences." He meant what he said he alwaj lid and I followed him, with unpleasant visions of a summons at Bow street and saustic paragraphs in the evening papers. But we were in luck. Mr. Rolles had retired to the Athenaeum for his tea, and In the assistant editor, who received us, I recognized nn old acquaintance. He wn. x dever young Scot named Raeburn. wh had lived on my staircase at Cambridge, and rowed bow to my two in the college e?gbt. He appeared delighted to lee me, and became duly impressed when I introduced him to my distinguished cousin. "Is there anything I can do for you?" ae asked me, -ifter a few minutes of the conversation usual in such circumitances. Evidently he had no knowledge of our previous visit. "Sir Henry here Is anxious for the name and address of 'Cantab. You will recollect the man I mean; he contributed an article to your August number." "Well, it's against all the rules; but, of course, with you it doesn't matter. He is Dr. Weston, the Regius Professor of Physic at Cambridge. The old gentleman has been very seedy, I hear, and Is down at Polleven, on the Cornish coast, for the winter. That article seems ta have attracted a jot of attention. I bad aa old fellow here kicking up a fuss kbout it less than & week ago,H

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Joseph B. Bowles) "What did he want to know?" broke in Graden sharply. "It was a long rigamarole of a story, but it boiled down to this: that we were charged with hopelessly misprinting Dr. Weston's MSS. To get rid of the old boy, I sent up for the original copy of the article and showed it to him. He went away quite satisfied after that." "Did he mention Dr. Weston's name?" "No. That is 1 " "Did you?" "Yes, I believe I did. But I took it that he knew it already. Hallo! Anything wrong?" Raeburn has since admitted his doubes as to our sanity; for without another word my cousin rushed from the room, and I followed at his heels. CHAPTER XVI. From the Review office to our hotel was not great distance, and this. we ran, regardless of the indignation of jostled wayfarers. My cousin plunged Into the smoking-room and seized a Bradshaw. I looked over his shoulder with an equal excitement. The next express from Paddington was at midnight, and it was timed to arrive at the nearest station to Polleven that the map' showed us by twelve-thirty the following morning. But that village itse?f was distant by road a good fifUen miles from the station. With Cornish hills we should be lucky if we arrived there by three in the afternoon. The postal guJde informed us that our letter of warning would be delivered about twelve o'clock next day. A telegram for there was no wire to Foll-vc-n would scarcely arrive earlier. There was nothing more to be done. It was, indeed, shortly before three o'clock that our carriage groaned and screeched its way down the steep descent into Folleven village. At the Inn we soon discovered the direction of Dr. Weston's cottage, and, taking the advice of the iandlord as to the roughness of the track thither, we left our carriage and started off ou foot. After a stiff climb of three-quarters of a mile between rugged cart ruts running with water from the ' winter springs, we emerged into a little glen, sparsely wooded. At the further end, built on the higher ground, we caught a momentary glimpse of a building which we took to be the place we sought. From our right, low, booming reverberations told of distant breakers on a rock-bound coast. It was I who first saw her, a glimpse of white amongst the bare skeletons of the stunted trees. Then at the turn of the path we met her. Her face was pale as fine linen, ner eyes fixed and glassy, her arms with her clenched hands rigid by her sides. She might have been the ghost of some great lady who had died by cruel wrong. So blindly did she walk that I believe she would have -passed us if Graden had not sprung forward and barred her way. She woke as a sleep-walker wakes, with a shuddering surprise. "Who are you?" she asked faintly. If she had not grasped the branch of a tree, I think she would have fallen. "Are you a relation of Dr. Weston's?" asked Graden very softly and kindly. "His daughter." "And you go?" "To kill myself. Oh, no!" she burst out as she sprang forward. "It is no good! You cannot help me. The villain sits in the porch, waiting and watching. If I delay, he will kill my father my poor old father, who is so ill! Let me go to the cliff let me go, I say!" Graden slipped his arm round her waist, and from his great height looked down at her with those honest blue eyes of his that made every child his friend at once. "I am old enough to be your father, dear," he said. "You can trust me, can't you? Yes, yes, I knew it. Now tell me what have you to do?" "He is waiting in the porch," she answered him. "If he doesn't see me throw myself over the cliffs, he will kill father." "Cd'ild he see us coming by the path whim brought you here?" "Oh, yes; above this glen it Is open mor right up to the cottage." "Is there a way to the back of the house?" "i'es; but there Is co time." -That is foolish talk. Come, tell me." "About two hundred yards back on the track you followed here there is a little spring amongst the rushes. There is a path, a short cut which the boys from the village sometimes take that leads into the clump of firs by the garden wall. The will is quite low and then oh! then you could get straight Into father's room. It is on the ground floor; the room on the left as you opeu the back door. You could lock the door and defy the other man." "Now listen to me, dear," said Graden. "You must walk on very, very slowly. Take all the time you can. At the cliff top make several starts as if you would jump, but feared. Mind that you do not go too near the edge. And so in ten minutes come home. We will meet you. and all will be well at least for your father," he added grimly. "I understand," she answered simply, and walked on. It was a wild rush that we made. We found the spring, and turning to our rigat, crashed into the thicket for the "path" was a courtesy title. The hanging scrub brushed our faces, in the open patches the dead gorse dug its spines into our knees. We quickened our pace in the more open fir-wood, vaulted the fourfoot wall of the little garden, and, pant'tag like exhausted hounds, ran furiously upon the house. There was no time for dodging and crawling. It was a forlorn hope we led. . . And Dr. Weston was alive. He sat amongst his pillows, a great book upon his knees, gazing over his spectacles with the most profound amazement on his kindly, old face at the two disheveled strangers who burst In upon him. Leaving me to guard and quiet !:n for, indeed, the shock might prove nt dangerous Graden dashed out on s vrand of vengeance. Two minutes .iter I heard him call, and, breaking off the excuses that I was inventing, I .an through the honse to join him. Miss Weston and he were standing before the porch alone. She was leaning on his f.rm, panting from great exertion. 'Think of it, Robert!" cried my cousin. ' He rhased her the villain followed and cl asd her!" "How is my father?" she faltered. "Is ie as this gentleman says quite unharud?" "Quito afe, I assure you," I answered. "I muit go to him." "One moment. Miss Weston." said my cousin. "We have yet a duty to the public safety. Which way did this man run: ' She told her story quickly. After she had left us and gained the cliff turf above the glen, she glanced back. To her surprise, she caught a glimpse of him standing amongst the trees on the opposite slope, ner delay had aroused his suspicions, anl he had followed her. She walked slowly forward and, as we had "directed, moved uneasily about on the verge of the precipice. Presently she again glanced over her shoulder. He had now erased the glen and was standing in the open watching her. The distaice between them was about two hundred yards. She knew that we must h&T6 nearly reached the cottage, and that if he had not already attacked her

father, there was no further danger. So . she started to run along the coast. He shouted and drew his revolver; but either i he thought the distance too great, or he ; feared the noise o. the report, for he did not fire. But her action evidently puz- ' zle 1 him, seeing that it left her father ' completely at his mercy. He did not pursue her far, but instead turned and gazed intently at tne cottage. On her

part, she alro stopped running to watch him. From where they stood the garden was fully exposed, and at that moment our forms appeared as we vaulted the low wall. At which sight, Miss Weston said, he gave a most horrible scream, shaking his fist towards us and filling the air with imprecations. Then, without further noticing her, he set off towards the town. For herself, she came back as fast as she could run, meeting Graden before the door. She added some useful particulars as to his alias and his residence at the inn. (To be continued.) JOYS OF THE CABINET. Meetings Not 411 Devoted to Diplomacy Shw a Story Teller. When John Hay was Secretary of State, Leslie M. Shaw, Secretary of the Treasury, shared with the brilliant diplomatist the title of "cabinet raconteur," says the Boston Transcript Upon the death of Mr. Hay Secretary Shaw oame into full possession of the title, and in and beyond the limits of the national capital he is known as the best story teller In the cabinet and one of the cleverest In public life to-day. This enables him to make frequent additions to bl collection of anecdotes. Secretary Hay once "let the cat out of the bag" when after the cabinet had been In session for several hours official circles were agog with speculation as to whether the United States intended making war on Venezuela for the purpose of driving President Castro off the continent To the query as to whether the acute situation In Venezuela was responsible for the unusual length of the cabinet season, Mr. Hay replied: "Foreign affairs were not discussed this morning in the cabinet. Shaw has been telling us some good stories for the last hour." So keen Is the sense of humor of the Secretary of the Treasury that he frequently tells the cabinet a joke on himself. As he was on his way to the cabinet one day last week be passed one of the Roosevelt children in the White House grounds romping around with his pet dog. That reminded Iowa's presidential candidate of a dog story which he later told to bis confreres. The daughters of the secretary are In Paris. Before leaving for Europe the younger daughter ,told her father she Intended purchasing a fine bulldog In Europe, which she would bring home with her. Her father consented somewhat reluctantly, but supposed he could depend on his daughter to take charge of this pet He was irutned to receive a letter from her about a month ago saying that the dog had been purchased and was on Its way to Washington, as he was too much trouble to look after in Tarls. The dog arrived In due season and was taken to the Arlington Hotel, where the Secretary has apartments. The Secretary gave orders how the dog was to be fed and cared for. But his troubles did not end there. The Secretary did not have time to take th dog out for a walk every day, and after a week's trial he gave up In despair, and Is now paying something like $7.50 a week at ä suburban kennel for the care of the dog until the return of his daughter. The Secretary Is receiving all sorts of suggestions about the care of bulldogs from friends who have heard of his experience, ne cannot be persuaded to renew the experiment. "That dog stays out of my sight until my daughter returns," are said to have been the words of his ultimatum on the subject Those Magazine Knockers. "A modern dictionary, indeed," said the smooth-tongued agent "Just the odo for you." "I don't see why," replied the editor of the Jabem All Magazine. "We have a dozen dictionaries scattered around here." "Yes, but this one has certain wordi arranged so nicely." "What words?" "Why, take 'honesty for instance It is marked 'obsolete.'" Surprising Information. A wealthy Parisian, tired of supporting his nephew, determined to get him married off and settled. He called upon a matrimonial agent and looked over his album of candidates for husbands. To his horror he found the picture of his own pretty young wife. II reproached .her and demanded an explanation. "I do rot deny it" she said, "but it was last year, when, as you know, dourest you had been given up by all the doctors." Simply Justice. Creditor So you've come around al la.st to pay me wliat you owe me, have you? Debtor Not at all Just the contrary. You made a statement at th club last night that I owed you 60C marks. As a matter of fact, the accounts show I only owe you 500. I'vi come around to collect that balance ol 40. Translated for Tales from Fliegende Blatter. The Thunder .People. "Some folks in dls worll is des lak' de thunder," said Brother Williams. "Hit makes a mighty miration up ir de elements, en you'd think hit wuz a-gwlne te loose de roun' worl fum Its foundations! But It turns out ter be all soun' a sorter hollerln' an whoopln some time after de Hghtnln' done got dar en' 'tended ter business!" Atlanta Constitution. Overheard at the Garno-e. "Yes," said the polite demonstrator, "here is an automobile Intended foi long tours. Why, here Is even a place for knives and forks. "Ah, indeed," said the caller. "And what would you call that little machin over there Just built for two?" "Oh, that's a place for spoons." Worth the 3Ione-. "So you bought this rug at an auction sale," said Mrs. Brown. "Don't you think you paid full price for It?" "Yes," answered Miss Dollars, "but the auctioneer was the loveliest man, and he'd been smiling at me all the afternoon !" ' How He Got Square. Homer My wife presented me with a box of cigars on my birthday, but I got even. Neighbors How did you manage It? Home I smoked them in the parlor where she had Just put up new curtains. When a person's tongu3 runs fast than his mind he generally makes a mess of his talk. The world's navies employ 1,693,000 mn

Stan Hope of Woman. "If It we; not for the fickleness of tncjx every woman would be a hopeless frump," says an Englishwoman who. ought to know. Though her utterance Is rather sweeping, It Is certain many women If left to themselves seem to delight In downright dowdiness. If the stories of her enemies are to be credited, the Duchess of Norfolk Illustrates what has been written about the Englishwoman's ability to abuse the art of dressing. Just now she Is talking against extravagance in dres and it Is rumored a boycott Is tj be declared In Norfolk House against "smart" folk. "That suggestion Is likely to cause, a good deal of unholy mirth," says a social leader. "Norfolk House never has been the resort of really fashionable persons and a duchess hardly can shut the door on those who never are found upon her steps. If the Duchess of Norfolk ever entertained the notion attributed to her of Inquiring Into the artcredents of her guests she might weit be . deterred by the fate of her grandmother, Marcia, Lady Herrles. She, too, started a crusade against what she called extravagance In dress among Roman Catholic women, but, though the Pop wrote her a letter of approval, the dowdy went on In their dowdiness and the finely dressed women were as gay butterflies as ever.. Women Borei. It Is an easier matter than most women realize to become a thoroughgoing bore. We have all met such a woman. She will recite for hours at a stretch the troubles real and Imaginary which she experiences with her husband, children and servants. She will expound upon her own ailments, and bore you with a long story of her pains and aches. She also usually complains of being a bundle of nerves, and yet takes a keen delight In telling you the most sensational and harrowing news which she has read, until she makes your flesh creep. And If you plead an engagement In order to escape her, she not only otters, but actually Insists, In a manner not to be denied, on accompanying you' until she has exhausted her fountain of talk. The grievances which such a woman has to tell you nre Inexhaustible. No matter how earnestly she may work for the good ot others, she Is always sure that no one appreciates her efforts. The truth of the matter la that she really does nothing at all without largely advertising the fact, and nobody can appreciate self-praise. The woman who would avoid becoming i bore must remember that her personal affairs and petty domestic troubles are of no particular Interest to any one except, perhaps, to spiteful neighbors, to whom they form food, for gossip. Baby should be fed by the clock, and nothing should be allowed to Interfere with this rule. A good plan Is at firsl to write out the hours of feeding on a paper and pin It to the wall to serve as a reminder; but a baby that is fed punctually very soon serves as a clock Itself. When a child's shoes are seen to wear down at one Side Immediate attention Is needed, for this Is always n s!gn that the ligaments of the ankles are not as strong a3 they ought to be. If Its feet and general health are neglected It Is very probable that what Is called -flat foot" will resalt The Unwelcome Gneat. She requires the exclusive attention of her hostess' maid. She monopolizes the dally newspapers. She Is never ready for any plan suggested. She Is always late for meals, for church, for parties and expeditions. She accepts invitations without Informing her hostess. She Invites other guests without her hostess knowledge. She drums on the piano until others are driven frantic. She chips Into private family conferences. She borrows hairpins, wrappers, stamps or anything else of her hostess. She keeps the servants on the Jump continually to serve her. She takes no pains to make heraelf agreeable, either to the household or Its other guests, except when It pleases her fancy to do so. riano lltnta. If a pedal should squeak remove the bottom panel of the piano and apply a little black lead, powdered from a pencil, at the part where the friction exists. Cleaning the case may be successfully accomplished by wetting a piece of canton flannel and dropping upon It a few drops of ordinary olive oil. Rub a small portion of the piano at s time, wiping It off thoroughly with a dry piece of canton flannel. Afterward rub with a soft, clean chamois skin or flannel, always taking care to rub with the grain of the wood and occasionally to breathe on It In order to remove every particle of oily sbstance. Making Work Eaar. Women bring upon themselves much suffering for which they alone are to blame., To the average housekeeper. the mere fact of getting breakfast without first taking some nourishing food herself. Is enough to cause In her continual weakness, and to some It may prove a source of almost complete exhaustion. ftpr the toilet Is made in - - - 111V. morning, a woman would eat perhaps a banana or apple, and sip a glass of milk or other nourishing drink, she prould find It did much toward keep

ing up her strength through the day. To "stay the stomach" before exercise in the morning is all that Is necessary. When breakfast Is over there should be no rush to do the dishes they can wait now better than papa and baby can wait at a future date, while mamma recovers. Allow the stomach to commence on Its process of digestion without the physical rushing. Then, again, after the dishes have been wiped, much of the work may be done sitting, Instead of standing, thus resting the back and saving the abdominal organs from a continuous strain. Do not lift heavy kettles or tubs, stand In wet places on the floor where the water has been spilled, nor reach higher than you can easily. All of these are the originators of many ailments. Even If precaution takes a little does It not pay?

Chnrmlnsr Ginsham Froek. Would our grandmothers have dreamed that the plain gingham gowns their little daughters wore so demurely would ever be "evoluted' Into the dainty and artistic frocks that the small maids of to-day know by that name? The qualities and colorings are so exquisite this year that mothers have been fresh ly Inspired to look for pretty designs for them, t) combine with the fine laces and embroideries. Here is a little French model of soft blue gingham that Is charmingly simple and dainty. The little box plaited skirt is trimmed with tabs edged with blue and white braid. The blouse, double-breasted In effect, really closes In the back. Tabs and braid are used with novel effect here, but there Is a trimming band provided In the pattern that can be made of lace or embroidery and arranged under them If a more dressy effect is liked.. Also, the short sleeves, coming above the dimpled e'bows, arc very comfortable. Snbntltnte for Cane Chair Seats. When the cane Is worn from chairs and they are hot considered sufficiently valuable for the expense of new can seats, they may be reseated with heavy cord and will wear for a long tine. The old cane should all be cleared away and the lengths of cord run In the same boles and knotted securely beneath. Then, says the Housekeeper, weave them In and out after the manner of weaving the cane, although it Is not necessary to attempt any special pattern. After reaching the opposite side the free ends are pushed down through the holes and tied beneath. Give the seat a coat of paint or stain to match tL" chair frame, and a very acceptable chair Is the result Stenciling; Walla. The walls of a room can be decorated with stenciling. The work Is done on heavy wall paper before It is put up ; this is used as a frieze. If the lower wall Is green, different shades of green on the correct shade of paper, may be used on the frieze with a touch of dark red and russet to carry out the design. Fresco, or designer's water colors, and d3es will be the most satisfactory for this work. Shade cloth, which Is bought by the yard, can be used Instead of wall paper; this is tacked in place and the tacks covered by strips of linen or paper. To Funittrate. To fumigate, or disinfect, a room, place an ordinary house shovel over the fire until it becomes thoroughly heated (uot red hot) ; move to the center of the room with It and,poui ou it an ounce of No. 4 or No. 5 carbo!c acid. The shovel should be so placed that none of the fluid cun' run off It onto the floor. Th carbolic acid will be given off In a vppor which will be strong enough to disinfect a room, and If genuine carbolic U used, which Is not a mineral corrosive acid, the vapor will In no way Injure pictures, metals or fabrics. To Clean a Clothes Brash. Clothes brushes must be kept spot lessly clean and washed In cold water with soap at stated Intervals, as nothing Is so bad for light-colored tweeds as brushing them with a soiled brush. An old-fahIoned method of cleaning them consisted In wrapping a piece of white paper round a board and rubbing the brush over the edge, a method which not only Insured cleanliness, but effectively rounded tl edges ol the bristle. Over mothering." The exits and the entrances of the mother during the daughter's courtship nets need to be well timed. If she possesses the tact to retire gracefully at the proper time and seasons the curtain Is likely to fall on a happy ending to the piece. But the marriage of thousands of girls are marred by -overniotherlng." The World and HU Wife. Women nad Pare Food. On the ground that it Is their traditional business to care for the purity and wholesonicness of the food consumed by the family, Miss Jane Ad1 1 I ÜaniS Ot HUH avu, vuivagu, urgVS the mothers of the country to make frequent appeals to congress to pass

a pure food law. "With the exception of Chin i," said Miss Addams, "thf United States is the only civilized nation that Is without pure food legis lation. Such a condition Is disgrace ful, and we must have protection against the adulterated food products with which the country Is flooded. No European government permits a single food product to be placed on the market without a statement or label showing the contents of the package or the Ingredients of which the product Is composed. Why cannot we have the same thing here? The fact Is, we would have had It long ago If the women of our country had demanded It It Is a woman's business to do so."

Back Stairs. A woman who found her steep back stairs as little ornamental as they were useful has had them converted into two closets, one opening out of her dining room, the other on the second floor. The steps were removed bodily and a glass door opened into the dining room from where they had been. The space Inside she had paneled and rows of shelves were built In, well up to the ceiling. The lower ones were used for china and the upper ones for preserves. A small window cut Into the side yard admitted light Into what was really a small shelf-lined room. The whole cost little. Upstairs a capacious linen closet filled In the vacant space. Another woman who did not wish to have the stairs actually taken out had the upper landing converted Into a closet, but left the stairs underneath using them from the first floor as a store closet for brooms, buckets and the like. Table Decorations. One of the prettiest decorations for a dinner table Is made by dropping the electric bulb Into the center of a colored glass bowl. Fill the bowl with flowers, matching It In color, mixed with asparagus and ferns, and twine smllax around the 'ord that connects the bulb with the chandelier. Another charming decoration is made with maidenhair ferns, which are Ironed out and laid In a circle in the center of the table. A fern ball is suspended from the chandelier, hanging so low that it seems almost part of the leaves on the table. Caila lilies that have the centers removed and replaced by small yellow candles may be fitted Into wire flower holders over yellow Jardinieres for a yellow luncheon. Always shrink a new braid before sewing to a skirt. In shortening a skirt pattern, too, always fold a plait across the middle of the pattern. Never shorten from the top or bottom of the skirt, or-the shape will be spoiled. Never hold the skirt off your lap while lasting remember that It Is most Important to keep It flat so lay It on a table and baste from top to bottom with small, even ßtltcbeä; keep your seams level and straight. In making up any material with a nap remember that the nap should al--ways run downward; this fact should not be forgotten when sponging and pressing, otherwise you will mak? a shiny streak on the surface of your material. For an elderly woman, and also for the woman whose back Is not perfectIv flat and straight, the shoulder seam should have more of a tendency toward the back of the armhole. A young, stralghter figure may have the shoulder seams on perfectly straight lines. At the Button Counter. Plaid buttons are liked. They are of glass, enamel and gilt. Auto coat buttons are stamped with motors.Cameo buttons are sold for wear on peal or sable coats. Bright Jet buttons are now allowable for mourning. Japanese buttons In the royal me dalllon china are exquisite. For dressy frocks are lace-like buttons with delicate enameled flowers thereon. A Maiden's Hopes. Nothing Is too Improbable for a woman to hope for, says .the Ladles' Field. Every girl lying In a hammock under a tree craves for the Impossible. She believes In herself with the daring confidence of youth, and Is convinced that she only needs opportunity to captivate a duke and charm a court. Eventually, If she marries at all, It will probably be a curate or a man In the city. Woman's Pin Money. Why Is a woman's allowance called pin money? Because at the beginning of the fifteenth century pins were considered a very acceptable present by women, who, np to that time, had used wooden skewers. Sometimes money was given with or Instead of pins, and was called Mpln money." A Good Furniture rollah. Take equal parts of beeswax and white wax and shave up fine; then cover wax with spirits of turpentine; let stand a while, then mix to a paste. Hub on furniture with a small woolen cloth, then polish with large woolen cloth. This Is fine; try it; nice for floors also. A bosom friendthe chest protector.

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ENTERTAINING REMINISCENCES OF THE WAR.1 Graphic Account of Stirring Scenes WitnesBed on the Battlefield and in Camp Veterans of the Rebellion Hecite Experiences of Thrilling Nature I am going to tell you the story exactly as it happened. I have no desire to make you think Ned Barton a brililant hero; I will simply recount the part he bore In some stirring scenes and let you make up your own mind about him. The War of the Rebellion broke out, you know, in April, 18C1. Ned was then 17 years old, a strong, att'.etic boy, the best runner, Jumper and ball player In Iloodville. Hoodvilel echoed with the drum and fife as well as other places and the boys were as full of the martial spirit, in their way, as the men. N'ed Barton was particularly enthusiastic and early In the summer of that eventful year he organized a company among the boys of the town, pored over "Ilardee's Tactics" and "Ellsworth's 1 Zouave Drill, and gave himself up, heart and soul, to training his young recruits in the manual of arms. He called his company the "Zouave Cadets," and suitably to the name, they were uniformed In dark blue Jackets, loose red trousers and linen leggings.' Jaunty red caps, trimmed with-yellow braid, completed the dress, and since these ambitious young "home-guards' could not obtain arms from the State, each one of them carried a double-barreled shotgun. The women of Iloodville, proud of the boy-soldiers, presented the company with a pretty flag and "Capt" Barton with a handsome sword, having a pearl handle and a silver-plated scabbard. Now, all this was great fun to the members of the Zouave Cadets, and no less to the citizens of Iloodville; for when the company paraded, night or day, there was a general turn-out of the people to look at them. About this time I began to recruit a company of cavalry for the Federal army under the authority of the Governor of the State. Ned Barton was among the first who proffered their services. I knew the boy well, his strong, positive character, his courage, his ambition and his physical strength. He was too young, so far ds years might be counted, to assume the duties of a soldier in the field, but this weighed as nothing with me against the other considerations I have named. He was one of the best drill-masters I ever saw. Before I was able to put a squad through the simplest maneuvers, he had mastered the whole company drill, and I did not consider It derogatory to my dignity as the captain to sit on my horse in the field where we practiced our evolutions, and permit him to take command. In less than a month we had the company formed, and on the day we were sworn into the service, Ned Barton was formally . elected second lieutenant Wishing to have what it call a "crack" company when I led It to the. scene of action, I asked the Governor's permission to encamp near Iloodville for three or four weeks to perfect the drill of the men. Saturdays the camp was crowded with visitors, boys and girls particularly, and on the last one before we left to Join the Army of the Potomac, we scarcely had room for the drill that I had arranged to give for our visitors" benefit. Perhaps It was the crowd that excited him, or he may have been taken with an "ugly spell," as one of the men said, but Ned's horse Rocket, he called him was so full of spirit that day that Jals young rider had dlfSculty In control-, ling him. In going through the maneuvers of our drill, it became necessary several times for me to warn the young people back out of our way; they wanted to see everything, and would crowd up as close as they could, regardless of galloping horses and flying heels. In executing one of my commands, called out as they were cantering over the field, the men made a bad break, and Ned Barton, who was near me, noticing their mistake, suddenly gave Rocket tljp spurs and swept after them at a gallop. Ills course led him directly toward a part of the field where fifty or more boys and girls were standing all intently watching the drill. . I did not appreciate the danger myself, until I caught a look from Ned's face, then I started toward the crowd, shouting to them to open a passage for the running horse. Some of them understod me and broke to one side, screaming with sudden fright. This created a panic, in the midst of which half a dozen girls, 14 or 15 years of age, clutching at each other and struggling to get out of the way, fell to the ground in a heap, directly in the horse's path. On either side of them, so quickly had It all happened, and so rapid had been the horse's approach, were other young people not yet out of the way, bo that the prostrate but struggling forms of these half a dozen girls made the only gap In the line. Ned instantly made up his mind what to do, and he had to make it up Instantly, for Rocket was not twenty feet from them when they fell. Raising the horse by the bit with all his strength, and driving the spurs Into his flanks, he cleared the frightened girls by a flying leap and went galloping down the field. You ought to have heard the ringing cheer that hundreds of voices sent after the gallant young rider! We had been fighting all day. The Confederate line of battle had been with drawn from the level ground, where our division had pressed the enemy slowly but steadily back, and now occupied the crest of a low hill that lay south of us. Here they made a stubborn resistance, and twice had they repulsed our charge upon their new position. The second charge had Just been made, and our brave men, after terrible slaughter, had been ordered to fall back beyond musket-shot, where they now rested on their arms until another attack should be ordered, or night should give them rest. Between us and the enemy lay a stretch of meadow-land that. In the morning, had been very fair to look upon. Now It was dotted all over with dead and wounded men ad horses, dismantled artillery wagons, and guns and knapsacks. We had not had time, as yet, to count np our losses, even In my own company, but all of us knew that Sergeant Watkins had fallen, the gallant fellow who bore our company flag. This Is how we knew It: General King, who commanded our livlsion, had given me personal orders

to charge a battery on the enemy UZZ I led my men at a gallop up the bin, and we captured the battery ; but & perior force of the enemy swept down upon us at that moment, and we wer ccmpelled to fall back. It was then that Watklns fell, but the flag did not go down with him. Wanting both hands free In battle, he had devl ed a means of fastening th6 staff to his saddle-bow so that the flag was always to be seen waving above hi

head. And so It happened that, when the orave sergeant fell, pierced by a ball, the flag still waved, but it wai above a riderless and terrified horse. When we had gained the position to which the general had ordered us to re treat, our first thought was for the safe ly of our company flag. A soldiej prizes his battle-flag more than his Ilia you know, and would give his blood freely to protect it from capture or dishonor. Ours had been presented to ta by our friends at home, and we loved If with enthusiasm. Suddenly Ned Barton, who had dl mounted and now stood holding Rockel by the brldle-reln, turned to me and cried with great vehemence: "Captain, there Is the sergeant'i horse and see! he still carries our flag!" I looked toward wbere he pointed, and saw the horce galloping wildly ovex the meadow where wv had Just been fighting, with the flag flying from thi upright staff at his saddle. Doth, armies had caught sight of him and such a 6hout as you r.ever heard went up al the singular spectacle. "Captain!" cried Ned again, "I must iV XED BEOliNiyQ THE STAfDAXA. have that flag If I die In saving It! Don't refuse me I'm off!" and before I could speak a word the boy was dashing the spurs Into Rocket's flanks and rushing over the meadow toward th riderless horse, ne had scarcely started when three horsemen galloped down' the hill from the enemy's line, evidently intending to capture the flag before Ned could reach it War, battle, discipline, orders, were all forgotten, and then men from both sides, federal and confederates, crowded tumultuously forward, yelling and cheering over the race between the binecoated boy and his three gray-coated competitors. They were all four now wthln easy range of the muskets from either sid but no one thought of raising a gca against them It would have been faul murder. Frightened p.t the clamor ca both sides of him the seregant's horsa now changed his course and ran from hi pursuers, so that their direction was at a sharp angle with his. It was a question of speed zz.i Rocket proved himself worthy of Li name. While the confederates were yet a hundred yards away from ths coveted prize, Ned Barton grasped the bridle of the riderless horse and turned in the direction of our lines. Dropping his own reins upon Rocket's n?ck, be raised his cap with his left, hand andsaluted his discomfited antagonists. And then the men on both sides chtsr ed. Chicago Dally News. Ttemember, Calibre Fifty-four. At the first assault on Vlcksburg: while the battle was raging, a boy in the employ of a regiment crossed the plain where Iron hall was falling to reach one in action. "JIow can I help you?" he cried. "Brin me some ammunition," said Colonel Malmsbury, "and be sure It Li calibre , The boy darted off, returned wltfc his apron full of 54 calibres, and again half crossed the exposed plain under a heavy fire, when a bullet struck his hip; still fce went forward limpings General Sherman's quick eye saw him and he cried out : "Go instantly to the hospital." . "I can't" said the bey; "You must" said the general. "I can't" repeated the boy, "thej need ammunition, calibre 54." "Go Instantly to the hospital, and I'll attend to the ammunition." As he trudged away he thought he forgot something. Slowly and painfully he limped back and called out : "Geoeral Sherman!" But General Sherman was dlrectin the battle. Again he called out "General Sherman !" No answer. Still a step nearei and a louder cry, "General Sherman! "What now !" came quick and sharp "General, remember, calibre 54." The wounded boy dragged himself ta the hospital aud so severe was the inJury that b,e was laid up for months. The boy's name is O. P. How, vha was later a cadet, at the U. S. Naval Academy, Annapolis, Md. American Tribune. An Unauns; Hero. Many a man has laid down his lift simply and unhesitatingly, wltbouJ thought of the laurel -wreaths of facaa The truest heroism strikes no attitudes Dramatic sentiment expresses itself ca ' the stage, but in real life self-sacTlflct is direct and without pose. The negro whose bravery Is recorded in the book of the Forty-fourth Massachusetts Volunteer Militia probably never dreamed that he was a hero. A flat boat full of solllers and c groes had attempted to land at Rod man's Point but were repulsed by a terrific fire of Confederate bulleta Those who had got out of the boat tumbled back into it iu great haste and endeavored to push off. Cut the flatboat stuck fast in the mud. The shot rained hot and heavy. Sud. denly one of the negroes exclaimed : "Somebody's got to die to git us ow ob dls, an' it may's well be me." Jumping out he pushed the boat lntc free water, and then felL pierced by five bullets. By a somewhat primitive system the town of Thompson Fall, Mont, managet in the hottest weather to keep rooms at a temperature of 55 degrees. Wells are covered at the top "and large pipes tap the current of cold air a few feet below the surface of the ground, conveying It to different, rooms In nearby buildings, v The London Hospital is inclined to hold that lobster is not so indigestible as porular fancy thinks it It is, however, less nutritious than the average fish. A bee, unladen, will fly forty miles an hour, but one coming home , laden with honey, does not travel faster twelve miles an hotr.