Plymouth Tribune, Volume 6, Number 1, Plymouth, Marshall County, 11 October 1906 — Page 3

The Trail of the Dead:

THE STRANGE

OF DR. ROBERT HARLAND

By B. fUTCHER ROBINSON (Cnpyrtlht. 1905. by CHAPTER XVI. (Continued.) And so her story ended, the brave girl passed into the house, while we 'dashed awaj in pursuit. My cousin stuck to his rrork most manfully; but age will tell. and I was a minute to the good when I stumbled into the parlor of the inn. They had not seen Mr. Ilermann, they told me, since luach-time; perhaps he was down at his boat. "Boat what boat?" I gasped "Why, zur, said the landlord's wife. grinning at my eagerness "the guid gen tleman be mighty vond o' railing, an he hath hired Mark Fennyfold's noo trawler, the Agnes Jane, for a matter o' two months. And now I comes to think on it, I did hear Mary ray as how he an his sun were going out with Maister Her mann betwixt dree an' vour o'clock." I ran down the narrow street towards the quay, between the quaint old cot tages, with their fish stretched out to dry, and their nets, fishing-boots, and gear tumbled before the doorsills. As I reached the little breakwater the sun. low on the wst horizon, was throwing great golden streamers through gaps in the purple clouds that were piled as high as if a "cataclysm of Nature had set the Andes on the Ilimalayas. From their feet came gusts of wind, fierce and icy cold. Even to my shore-going eyes it threatened dirty weather. But I had not time for cloud effects. There, fair in the glittering path that the sun had daubed upon the waters, a red-sailed fishing-boat was running closehauled to the sou'-westward. "What boat is that?" I asked a lad who lounged against a mooring-post at my elbow. "That, maister whoi. It be Mark Penayfold's Agnes Jane, 'er as was 'ired by the stranger from Luntjon, 'Ermann by name." A hand fell on my shoulder. It, was Graden's. He had heard and understood. And so we two stood together watching the red pails fade slowly into the glittering haze of the night and the storm. V. THE AMMONIA CYLINDER. CHAPTER XVII. The sail crept forward down the river of sunset gold that streamed in wild splendor from a crevass in the ränget of cloudland. The light that burnished the sea glowed upon the Folleven cliffs, tinging with fire the breakers at their feet; it threw fierce shadows amongst the clustered cottages of the Cornish fisherfolk, and painted a richer scarlet on the sails of the trawlers huddled beneath the sheltering arm of the little quay. It was a scene that rises before me, as I write, with a curious detail, though, indeed, at the time I took no pains to observe it. For on that departing vessel was he whom we had chased across 'Europe, madman as we supposed, murderer as we knew him to be. We had saved an innocent girl from his vendetta, and in my heart I thanked Providence for that mercy; but Rudolf Marnac, the Heidelberg professor, was still free, free with fresh schemes of vengeance against his scientific opponents hatching in his twisted brain, and with all the wisdom of his great learning to help him in his deadly purposes. "So this is the end of your clever plans!" I cried, turning savagely on my burly cousin, ".tie has escaped again, got clear away. What are you going to do? Shall we follow him?" "In the face of the storm?" "Why not if t-at a the best you can suggest r "You have changed, my little cousin," said he, regarding me with a kindly look, though, indeed, my words had been unmannerly. "The Fates have played the rery deuce with the sedate student at lleidelberg just twelve days ago How that youngster grumbled at prospective discomforts! How he shrank from the the thought of being mixed up in a "business that was 'better left to the police! Do you remember?" "Don't we waste time?" said L "Perhaps. Ah! here she comes just the thing for which I was hoping." Running down the village street came Miss Weston, with three or four men behind her. We met her at the entrance to the quay. "Well! have you caught him?" she panted. "No; there he goes." My cousia pointed an arm at the distant sail. "Oh, thank God!" she exclaimed earnestly. "I knew he was armed, ana I was so afraid for the brav mea who had saved my father and m." She looked from one to the other of us with an honest gratitude in her eyes that to me seemed worth the risk of all the dangers in the vorld. "And Dr. Weston?" asked ny cousin. "My father is no worse; but of course I did not tell him all. He imagines that I was annoyed by some tramp, and declares he will have a man about the cottage ' in. the future. You and your friend mu.t come back with me. Sir Henry. I want to introduce you to him." "Some other time, I hope. At present this young firebrand here insists that we should follow Marnac by ea." "That is quite impossible, sir," she said, turning upon me with an anxious look. "I have enough experience of the weather to know that a storm is coming. I am certain mat ;r nenry uraden will help me to dissuade you." , s "I am afraid not, Miss Weston," broke In my cousin tefore I could reply. "We have been like over-eager hounds, losing the scent by flashing forward too quickly. It must be sheer, .dogged hunting now, and no more cutting off corners. By the way, there is a little fact which perhaps one of you can tell me," he said, turning to the little graup that hunt behind her skirts watching us with a bucolic interest. "Did the Agnes Jane yonder carry provisions oa board V "Surely, zur," said one who stood a little forward of the rest a btout, bearded man with a face as brown and seamed as a withered cider apple. "Mark Penny fold, as is owner, was telling about this furrin gent only last night down tu tue 'Plough Inn. 'E allowed 'im to be a funny zort of toad, vur 'e 'ad 'is orders to keep a week's Tittles oa board, though the reason was passin his understanding." ' "Would Tennytold take a trip to France if he were asked?" "Surely, zur, ef 'e be paid accordin. E be most mazed on the color of a bit of gold Is Mark." "That settles it. Miss Weston." 'continued Graden in Lis short, businesslike way. "Nöw please to remember my instructions. You have the facts concerning Professor Marnac in my letter. Lay an information against - him for an attempt on your life, and see that the county authorities circulate his 'description along the coast. I don't think there is the slightest chance that he will return to trouble you, but be on your guard, and have a man to sleep in the house. Now, my lads, who has the swiftest boat in the harbor?" "Now you be askin a questi'a," said their spokesman gloomily. "Yu zee, it be this wise. At the regatt:, as my Pride o Cornwall was reachiLg for the west buoy, there comes, all of a sudden like, a girt wind from over the eastern beacon which " "He means, Sir Henry, that his boat is reckoned the fastest, but at the regatta she was disabled in a squall," broke in Mks Weston, interrupting a story which was evidently familiar In Its Iengtn. ana

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and J. MALCOLM PHASER Joseph B. Bowle detail. "This is Sir Henry Graden, Isaac Treherne, and he is trying to capture the wicked man in the Agnes Jane yonder, the man who, as I told you, tried to kill me. Will you take him in the Pride of Cornwall?" Isaac was a study of indecision. He twisted up his mouth, scratched his head, regarded the sunset attentively, and kicked a pebble over the edge of the quay. ' "I du wish, miss, as I 'ad been nigh you when 'e tried it," he said at last. "I would 'ave set about the hugly toad proper, that I would. But, beggin' your pardon, and seein' he be got away, 'twould seem a matter for the perlico more'n for we uns. Moreover, there be the fish contract, and the Pride is only waiting her crew to rail." "It means a hundred pounds in your pocket, my man," snapped Graden.. "A 'undred pounds is a 'undred pounds," replied Isaac with a sententious inconsequence. "But, Isaac," broke in Miss Weston, "when the story gets round to Mark Pennyfold, he will say that you refused because you knew that the Pride could never catch the Agnes Jane." "Zo he wull the liard!" cried Isaac, with a sudden burst of indignation. "I never thought on that, miss. A pretty tale he will be telling in every public from Bude to renzance! Come along, gentlemen, come along. I'll show 'e a thing, and Mark, tu, the Hard!" We ran to1 where the little trawler lay moored to the quay, and tumbled on board. One man was sitting in her stern mending some tackle, and Isaac apparently considered his services sufficient, or he cast off the ropes at once. Miss Weston was waiting on the head of the quay as our boat crept by. I shall always remember that picture of my darling as she stood on those old grey stones, with their seaweed beard dropping to the swirl of the tide below. The fire of the sunset lit her till, graceful figure leaning to the breeze. One hand was to her hair, the other waving adieu. No fairer figure of encouragement could men desire who started on a perilous adventure. "Good-bye! God keep you both!" So she cried to us. We shouted a reply, but I doubt if she heard it, for at that moment the wind 4 caught the great red sail on our foremast, swinging it across with a thunderous flapping that shook the little vessel from stem to stern. In another moment we were rushing forward in pursuit, with the spray from the bows in our faces and a white trail of foam marking our path from the land. I do not think that more than n minutes had passed from the Uiuuueui 01 our arrival on the quay, though by my writing it may seem that have -ander-estimated the time. The Agnes Jane was, as far as I could judge, about a mile away to the southward, a, distance which we decreased to barely a thousand yards before the full strength of the growing wind we brought had reached her. After that, however, we gained very slowly, if at all. I was never a good sailor, a fact which the long rollers soon recalled to my remembrance. The occasional bursts of spray which flew over us added greatly to my discomfort, for my clothes, though warm, were not waterproof. I have always been susceptible of chills, and the prospect of passing the night in dripping garments seriously alarmed me. It was, therefore, with a sense of relief that I observed Isaac produce some oilskins. and boots happily lined with flannel. The seafaring appearance which I as sumed did not, however, allay my in ternal sufferings, which soon beer me acute. Huddled on the leeward side of the boat, I watched the chase with an appearance of interest which was mere hypocrisy. To be sincere, I regarded my cousin, who was enjoying a pipe of strong-smelling tobacco on the windward side of me, with a more immediate enmity than I felt towards Marnac himself. . CHAPTER XVIII. The sun sanS amidst a cloud conflagration of sullen and thunderous magnifi cence, xne coastline oeninu us darkened and faded until the crests of the breaking waves rose ghastly white against the gloom' of the shrouded land. But for tunately the sky above us was still clear, and a silver crescent of the moon, swinging at an angle as if the wind bad tilted her, showed us the chase heading south ward. It was evidently some port in France for which she pointed. My cousin had joined Isaac, who was at the tiller, and the pair conversed in low tones, glancing frequently to the northwest from which the wind blew strong and cold. It was, according to my remembrance, past nine oclock that the steady pressure of the wind failed. In its place came gusts, fierce and uncertain, spaced with lulls of restless calm. Ignorant as I was of sea weather, I began to groTV uneasy. There seemed a menace in the dark, mysterious wall of cloud to windward, a rampart edged with silver from the moon. Motionless it hung like a heavy curtain that at its rising would reveal some monstrous spectacle. For the first time I realized the insignificance of our boat, its loneliness amidst the hurrying wastes of the sea, and my anxiety passed into alarm. It was about this time that my nausea suddenly left me. This was a great relief to me, for I was well aware that an excess of sea-sickness may result in a serious prostration. ' It was in one of the lulls I have mentioned that Isaac gave my cousin the helm and with his man's assistance lowered the sail on the smaller mast at the stern which, I believe, is known nahtically as the jigger. They also reefed the larger canvas on the foremast. The Agnes Jane, which was now not more than four hundred yards away, showed no sign of following our example. , "Mark Fennyfold must be mazed," said Isaac on his return aft. "'E must have zeen us were chasin' 'e, yet 'e gives we no chance o speaking 'im; and now e be chancing his boat by carrying oa with that press o' zaih' Plaze to keep thy hand on the tiller, zur." The little Cornishman rolled forward to where I sat, and stood, making a hollow of his hands. X great stillness held the sea and air, save for the whisper of the gliding waves. "The Agnes Jane, ahoy!" He drove the words over the black waters like the blast of a trumpet. "The Agnes Jane, ahoy!" Agaiu he called, and this time there came an answering voice. "Help!" it cried the one word and was silent. We waited, but that was all. "It is no good, Treherne," said my cousin. "They have an ugly customer on board who does not mean to be, taken. He has his pistol at their heads as like as not. They must take their chance of " His words were lost la a stirring note like the throbbing of a giant harp-string, a notj that rose to a shriek and then melted into a rattling, drumming roar, the uttermost diapason of the stormwind. For some seconds we heeled over, so that I could have dipped my face !n the bubbling waters; and then, slowly gathering way, we shot forward through the flying spray, with Treherne yelling to his man in tones that even outsounded the squall itself. Wt were upon her almost beforg I re

alized the disaster that had befallen her. I caught a glimpse of the level line of timbers about the keel, the red sails awash in streaks of hissing foam; and then I saw my cousin lean out and grip a something in the water. For a moment I thought he would be dragged from the bat, bat Isaac, letting go the tiller, circled his legs with a pair of muscular anus and held on like the little bulldog he was. With three great heaves Graden lugged the dripping thing he held to the boat's edge; with a fourth he landed it fairly on board. The Agnes Jane hnd pone, and with her the unfortunate niea she carried save Marnac only. Thus Fate in its own sträng mannet had given him to us at last! Shouting like a madman, I started towards the stern, where my cousin wai bending over the huddled body he had saved. But even as I did so I saw a black mass, crested anl streaked with hissing white, rush up frcm the obscurity to windward. For a spree it seemed to hang above us, while Isaac yelled as h tugged wildly at the tiller. Then, with a wild roar that drummed in my ears like the explosion of a mine, it threw itself upon us, hurling me into the bottom of the boat, choked, deafened, and blinded. (To be continued.)

WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED. British Refused to Adopt Successful Dreech-Loadlnff Gun. Representative Webb of North Carolina entertained the house the other day with a historical account of the battle of King's Mountain, one of the decisive conflicts of the revolution, says the Boston Transcript It was fought Oct. 7, 17SO, little more than a year before Yorktown, and proved one of the events that contributed to the. ultimate defeat and surrender of Cornwallls. It was achieved at a time when success was greatly needed to rnise the drooping spirits of the patriots. Mr. Webb thinks the United States should rear a monument on the battlefield. To the military student King's Mountain will ever have an interest from the circumstance that the British commander. Major Patrick Ferguson, who was slain, seemed far in advance of the time in his efforts to improve firearms. He had invented a breechloading musket, which fired seven shots a minute. This somewhat crude, but effective weapon, was tried before a British military board in Great Britain, and Its performance was all that its Inventor claimed. But the board reported against It on the ground that It would be productive of wastefulness of ammunition. Ferguson was powerless to procure a reversal of the verdict. He Is said to have armed soma of the Tory corps he commanded with the weapon at his own expense, th government steadily refusing to adopt it for the army. It is Interesting to put down the his tory book as Thackeray says, and speculate on what might have happened, but for what did happen. Such an in teresting speculation is: What would have been the course of American history had the British army entered the revolution rrnitd with breech-loaders against the muzzle-loaders of our pa trlot sires? Such speculation leads one to think of the many Inventions of presumably conquering value that men and nations have missed In crises of their fate. We know that the Inventor of the needle gun was working In Paris when Napeleon was striving to carry his military equipment to the pitch of perfection, and we know that Fulton was unable to get through the hedge of officialdom to have direct speech with Napoleon. But Is that really any stranger than that five years after the Clermont "walked the waters like a thlrg of life" the United States should not have had .a steamer In its navy when It threw down the gage of battle before Great Britain? In 1SG1 we began a great war that was fought with luuzzle-loaders, eighty years after MaJ. Ferguson was burled "wrapped In a raw beefs hide," at the foot of King's Mountain, where the grave may be seen to this day. . Juat a Favor. The old farmer was deaf and did nol hear the steam vbistle on the big tour ing car. It struck him. The chauffeur paled and the woman shrieked. "Thanks, mister," chuckled the old man as he picked himself up out of the dust "Come around again sometime." "But aren't you hurt?" . gasped the chauffeur. - "Not 'tall." "But why do you say 'Thanks?" "Because, mister, that thar Jolt unloosened a mustard plaster on my shoulder that I have been trying to get off for the last week." "Will Return Earlr." Mr. Rounder (tenderly) Do you remember, dear, during our courting days how I used to tell yod the old, old story?" Mrs. Rounder Yes, and you still telJ me the "old, old story." Mr. Bounder (In surprise) When, dear? Mrs. Bounder When you start for the club. Called. "William Henry?'' "Yes yes, Maria." "What are you doing?" "Reading about the 'man with the muck rake.' " "Well, you go right In that garden and let me see you be the man with the garden rake and be quick about it" One Man' War. Hyker Ardupp doesn't seem to worry about anything. He makes light of all hl3 troubles. Pyker That's right Every time a creditor sends him a bill he cuts It Into strips and uses it for cigarette wrappers. Eaclljr Convinced. ' "It's the unexpected that usually hap pens, you know," said the slow boarder. "I guess that's right," rejoined the landlady. "At least I know the money I expected from you last week hasn't materialized as yet." . Vlille Proof. Stella You say she is two-faced, bul can you prove It? Ilattle To my own satisfaction, yea I have seen her when her real face showed through. An Injustice. Diggs I understand that Hlgglns la quite a clever financier. Bigg"' Well, he isn't Why, that man never beat anybody out of a cent in his life. At the Bargain Sale. ;ee," said his wife, proudly, "1 saved 39 cents by coming here to-day." "Yes," growled her husband, "and I lost $5 worth of time coming with you." The Other Extreme. "I know a man who married at 97." "Well, he was too old to know better."

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Women Should I Pretty. Do you know that It is the habits and not the flight of years that take the expression of youth from the eyes, the look of freshness from the skin, the lightness of grace from the step : Too many women who are pretty In girlhood become positively ugly In middle age. Those who arc shapeless with fat and have muddy complix'ons are often thus unlovely because of laziness and self-indulgence. They eat the rich and sweet things which make tlesh iitd do. not take sufficient exercise. The odd thing about it is that while women deplore the loss of beauty, no persuasion will make tbem adopt the Spartan methods which will bring t least some of it back, says Woman's Life. As for the thin, nervous women who have lost the delicate, round, pink nud white outlines of youth In eallowness and scragglness, they ere no more amenable to reason and common ense. A dally bath in tepid water, plenty of nourishing food judiciously chosen, and a resolute avoidance of the twin fiends, hurry and worry, mean a new roslness in the cheek, a soften contour in the figure, a new enjoyment of iife. Simple Cloth Gown. ' 1 JV i Pale gray chiffon broadcloth is used for the gown at the left. The skirt is plaited over the hips and large motifs 3f soutache trim the foot. One of these motifs ornaments the , front of the blouse, which Is tucked to simulate a very wide double box plait, tie under part curving out on the shoulders to form epaulets. The girdle and the collar of velvet the latter edged with a ruffle of Valenciennes, and a, flaring mff edged with the lace finished the tlbow sleeve. . The other gown Is made of mauve relle. The blouse Is gathered Into a deep yoke of Irish lace, bordered with wide band of cloth of a deeper shade Lhan the gown, ornamented with fancy buttons. The elbow sleeve Is finished with a straight cuff, trimmed with the :lotb, and a single band enriches the foot of the skirt. The girdle is of taffeta the same shade as the cloth, and a bow of pale yellow ribbon ornaments the lace collar. The Waat AValat. Again there Is a tidal wave of popu arity for the wasp waist. It will be fashion's model In the fall and winter, for ten years the wasp waist has been :n retirement The athletic girl scornid it s she took up her golf stick and racket, and drew deep breaths. Of ;ourse, physicians will be In a ferment tnd will warn womankind that the too attenuated waist and malnutrition gc tiand In hand, but what of that? If fashion decrees, no amount of suffering will avail to stop It. "Let us be tyllsh or die" seems to be the modern xtotto, and the wonder Is that so many scape the latter alternative. Of ?ourse, the wasp-waist girl of next Vinter will not please those of aesthetic eye, but It Is always a delicate natter to criticise one's friend, so the irtlstlc woman will probably rlva: the yster In the art of keeping silent Even If she should express her, opinon now and then, the wasp-waUted jlrl won't believe a word of it, for wasp waists anvso trim, don't you iUOW." Ilrnlth and Bc'autr. Hints Raw eggs and milk are a remedy for xl!ou of any kind taken Into the jtomach. If you would keep young never ride jvhen the distance can be walked with ase. Fresh air Is not a thing to be takeu ji little doses once a day, but a thing lo live on. Proper bathing makes hard flesh and jink skin happiness aud strength jriglnate In cleanliness. It Is best to apply skin food or ireams at night, as the skin then ns More time to absorb them. Your eyes will look bright If your system is in good order, If you get plenty of sleep and out of door exer:lse, and If you are hopeful and cheerful In spirit Don't use anything for them. Modeat Outlay for Wedding;. There Is considerable discussion In regard to the statement that the trousseau of Frauleln Bertha Kiupp, the richest girl In the world, cost $2o0. Some of the German newspapers hold her up ks a model of virtue for other jlrls about to be married. But others think her parsimony not much to her credit, as her small expenditure will not add much to the Income of others. No doubt the lady knows hr own affairs best, and she probably has so many clothes that she couldn't find need for more. As most German girls are all their lives getting ready to get married, and the lingerie is added to from year to year, she' probably has a good supply. Wlvea aa Lottery Prliea. That .marriage Is a lottery Is not merely a figure of speech In'the province of Smolensk, Russia: It is an actual fact. There four times every year a lottery Is held, the capital prize being a young country girl, with sometimes a good dewry in sheep. The price of a ticket Is about S5. cents. At a single drawing 5,000 tickets are sold. He who Is fortunate enough to draw the lucky ticket has his alternative he jnay. marry the girl If she pleases him,

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to whatever the girl brings with her '-.3 dowry ; or if the "prize" lu question does not please him he can turn the ticket over to a friend. Lotto, the once famous actress, Is said to be one of the biggest taxpayers among the women of Boston. The first deaf-mute in the country to become a nun Is Miss Etta Mae IIolman, who was recently received into the Dominican order at Hunt's Point, X. Y. Under n now law In Norway, every woukl-be bride '.nust exhibit a certifi cate that she knows how to cook. In Xorway a dyspeptic is regarded as a natural curiosity. Mrs. W. E. Morgan of Joplin, Mo., who is a superintendent of a coal mine. attends to every detail of the work per sonally, representing a stock company which she organized. A blind woman, Mnie. Wollet of Vien na, has just made the ascent, aeeoin panied by her husband, 'of the Monte Cevedale in the Or tier group, a moun tain over 11,000 feet high. In Victor. Colo., the entire street cleaning department has lately been put Into the hands of a woman, Mrs.. Harry Waters, a most unusual instance of the recognition of women's work. In Colorado a new and most profitable form of flower farming has been opened lately by Mrs. A. G. Concrled, who oierales a ranch where the wild flowers of Colorado are collected and pressed for use in souvenirs and menu cards. The Dining Itoom. Unless a dining room be finished In Gothic style, with massive sideboards to match, there Is no reason for buying high-backed dining room chairs. The present way of serving by having things passed at the left while the plate Is withdrawn from the right Is unhai''j enough for both servant and person at table, without a high-backed chair to provide additional chances for trouble. People do not lean back at fonual dinners, and low-backed chairs that do not reach the shoulder are correct. ' In the simple heme the prestige of larger chairs may be given to the father and mother at table, while if there be an invalid or aged person the stay at table should be made as comfortable as is possible by the use of cushions and shoulder rests. Engllah Women Talleat. It Is announced by a doctor who has been taking measurements that the English woman Is the tall$t and the American woman next The average height of the Frenchwoman is 5 feet 1 Inch. The American woman is nearly 2 inches taller and the women of Great Britain half an Inch taller than the latter. The average weight of the American woman Is 117 pounds, slightly more than either of the others. Advocate Special Cara for Women. The argument is advanced In New York newspapers that, as provision is made on. some roads for special smoking cars for men, it would be well for the transportation companies to go a step further aud provide special cars for women, with the Idea of protecting them from the rough handling Incident to the bridge and other crushes common In the metropoJis. On an at-home day, when many are present, a hostess Is not required to make Introductions between her guests unless she wishes to do so; but when the callers numler but one or two only It Is Incumbent upon her to Introduce tbem to each other. At a large luncheon party the numbers regulate whether or no general Introductions are to be made. It Is not iossIble to Introduce all lu a given time, and therefore only two or three of the principal ieopIe present are introduced, says Woman's Life. At a small luncheon party, on the contrary, to inti-oduce all the guests to each other Is the received rule, and TAILOR EFFECTS MADE

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possible formally or informally, d rectly or Indirectly, as the hostess may prefer, but still an Introduction of some kind is made. Women aa Inventora. If any one imagines that woman I. lacking In inventive Ingenuity or me chanical ability, a visit to the patent office in Washington will remove the erroneous Impression. That wonder ful collection of the fruits of construc tive Ideas contains many thousands of Inventions credited to women, the first dating from 1809. Into almost every field of human enterprise woman has ventured with her Inventive genius. Articles of domestic or personal use naturally lead, although she has not neglected the most Important Industrial enterprises. Even Improvements In guns and warships have occupied her attention. While many of these Inventions have never got beyond , the tentative stage and their careers be gan and ended with the construction of patent office models, others have played an Important part In the busy world and have brought comfortable fortunes to the designers. Little Sailor Coatume. This Jaunty gown shows a pleaslnj combination of some of the most attractive features of the sen son. Ths blouse, which pulls on over the head, has an artistically shaped yoke after the manner of the Peter Thompson, and the deep sailor collar terminates In a point m the front; it may be worn either with or without a shield. The skirt also has a fitted yoke extending to the front gore, which Is finished for a placket -opening. A lacing at the back 01 the skirt and the front of the blouse adds an attractive touch. There is nevee anything devlfed more satisfying for h girl's costume than a pretty sailor suit, and none more generally becoming and comfortable. Serge, flannel and linen are the stand-bys, for these costumes, but all sorts of wash goods may be used, as preferred. This mouei nas ueciaeu individuality in sty:e and is quite distinctive. ' Glrla Should Know. That the home kitchen, with mother for teacher, and a loving, willing daughter for pupil, is the best cooking school on earth. That "the most excellent thing In woman" a low voice can be acquir ed only by home practice. That true beauty of face Is possi ble only where there Is beauty of soul m anlfested in a beautiful character. That the girl everybody likes Is not ffected. and never whines, but Is Just her sincere, earnest, helpful self. Men Like Emotional Women. The early Victorian wonJen shrieked and wept hysterically when under the rpell of their emotions, but the womau f to-dav has better control of her feel ings. Nevertheless, the Ladles' Field declared that "with all his hatred of scenes and horror of tears, no man likes a woman who cannot cry on occasions provided the occasions are sufficiently remote frcm each other. Cleaning Shoe Laren. If shoe laces "were renwved every now and then and Spenge! . -before they were put back they would not soil the fingers when they are tied, . and It should be remembered that nothing detracts so much from the smart appearance of a shoe as a worn and doubtfully sound shoe lace. SMART WITH FURS.

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Dear Editor: It Is with the greatest modesty and diffidence that I write you an account of that brilliant and magnificent charge which I led at Missionary Ridge. I have waited over forty-five years for history to lay before an admiring world a true account of the important affair, yet she remains as dumb as an oyster on the subject and the great task devolves on me of enlightening the world upon the question, and handing down to posterity one of the most brilliant episodes that ever occurred In the annals of war. Ah, as distinctly as if It had been yesterday, do I remember that beautiful November evening; the sun shining with such gorgeous splendor, the sky so high and blue, the faintest tinge of Indian summer mantling the distant peaks of Point Lookout and the surrounding hills and mountains ; while away on the right, about Tunnel 11111, since morning there had been a continual boom of cannon and rattle of musketry. I lay on the ridge a short distance to the right of Bragg's ' headquarters watching those long lines of blue, perhaps a mile distant taking their positions for a desperate charge; while the many pieces of artillery scattered along the top of the ridge were now keeping up a pretty constant roar. About three o'clock the Yankee lines emerged from the woods on the opposite side of the valley. "They are coming I They are coming!" uttered almost every man In a low distinct voice, speaking apparently to himself. Instead of addressing some one else. Every piece of artillery along that ridge now became a living volcano, discharging missiles of death with the greatest rapidity. With what fascination I watched those lines of blue advance, extending as far up and down the valley as the position which I occupied would allow the range of vision to extend. Occasionally gaps were made in those lines, but on, on they came they crossed our old breastworks in the valley. I heard the gunners call for the canister shot Oh! how I pitied those, blue devils! I 'knew many of them would never go back across that valley, nor come to the top of that ridge. At length they reached the base of the ridge on which we were lying. Our artillery ceased firing, Ihe hill being too steep. Our Infantry were ordered to rise and fire. Although we had but one slender line of battle along that portion of the ridge, yet those blue coats never' came to the top, nor half way up, while we stayed there; but In a very short time by the time I could load and fire twelve shots, they were going hack through that valley In the wildest confusion. I saw a Yankee general riding a white horse trying to rally his scattered troops at our old breastworks In the valley. I raised the sights of my gun to four hundred yards and fired four shots at him, but I missed, I suppose, every time. Yanks informed after that "Fighting Joe Hooker" was the man whe rode the white horse and rallied the flying Federals at the old breastworks In the valley, but their Information might have been incorrect This was the first battle I ever witnessed. I felt elated, I felt Jubilant felt ecstatic. I felt I could have charged right up to the mouths of a hundred pieces of artillery and captured every gun. I continued to feel this way as long as my side did all the shooting and the other side did all the getting hurt About this time General Bragg and staff came galloping along. Cheer after cheer went up. I was thinking about asking him for twelve or fourteen men with which to go over and capture Chattanooga and bring back the commander of the Yankee array a prisoner, when we were ordered to the right at a double-quick, leaving ao infantry whatever along that por tion of the line. It seemed such an easy matter to repulse and drive back In confusion those heavy lines of Infantry that were hurled against us, that the most distant Idea had not en tered my mind that the ridge had been carried anywhere. As I"was double-quicking I heard wmethlng saying: "Whee, whee, whee! Zip, zip, zip !" and, looking up, heavens I what did it all aiean, anyhow? On a rise or ridge, twenty rods ahead, running back toward our rear, were hundreds 'of Yankee. I could hardly believe my eys, but the awful reality thrust itself upon me, for the bullets were flying as thick as hall, and men were falling on every side. The artil lery ceased thundering along the rlde; some one said:' "The Yanks are com ing up the hill again!" No Infantry there this time to drive them back. I law the artillerymen leaving their guns. In a few moments the enemy would be in possession of our artillery. We were trying to change position so as to face those who had nrst carried the ridge. Our men were falling fast the little regiment was oe3oiulng confused, and In a moment we would be assailed In rear and flank as well as In, front All was apparently lost In supreme moments like this, when jverwhelming catastrophe is suddenly md unexpectedly bursting over our iieads, common minds become confused and give up everything as lost Great minds grasp the situation, and with the rapidity of thought evolve success out of disaster. Such was the case on this occasion. In a moment, la the twinkling of an eye, I was seized with in Irrepressible desire to lead one grand charge to the rear back across Chlckamauga river. I know 1 there are gome would-be critics who would style that movement a demoralized stampede. Shame on such critics. Know they not that thousands of brave men are living to-day, both North and South, who saved their lives by just such charges as I led that memorable November evening? But nothing of the kind was ever conceived and put in execution with greater rapidity than that brilliant charge. No need of saying: "Veterans and victors, follow me!" I had only to start and they followed without telling. Down the hill we went, heiter skelter, pell-inellj heels-winding, totally oblivious as to vvlit became of the Confederacy. We had no sooner crossed the first little ridce toward Chickamauga river than

some skulking aides, with drawn pls-f tols, ordered us to halt and form. Thejj might as well have ordered the Niagara to halt and form. I felt that my repu tatlon as a leader was at ;take and I was not to be thwarted; moreover, the great desire which had taken possession of my mind which permeated every fiber of my being, was to pu Chickamiuga river between me and tbs horde of howling Yankees. We baited not but kept on and on, up hill and down, through woods and over fallen trees; we deviated neither to r'.gbt nor left we had a purpose la view which was bound to be carried out Shortly after dark I reached the pon toon bridge across the Chlckamauga. without gun or cartridge box, without knapsack or hat I crossed over la triumph I was . safe. What becams of the Yankees that night I never knew,; in fact, I didn't consider that I was under any obligation to look after their welfare. I had lost all the pity that I felt for them two or three hours before my feelings were hurt on account of their actions to us that evening, and If they wanted to come tumbling down through those woods In tha dark and fall In the river and get drowned, I wasn't going to care a cent Corporal Flynn, Jr., In American Tribune.

Hero of Thrilling Deed. " Bloomlngton. The capture of two Federal generals at one time during the civil war Is the remarkable record made by Captain Jesse McNeill, iiow a resident of Champaign County, II-, but who commanded a band of twenty Confederate rangers during thfl great conflict of the '00s. Captain Neill's father organized the band, but he fell In battle, and the son, who had teen a lieutenant, was advanced to captain. He did not 'disappoint bis superiors or his own men by lack of courage or daring. He Is mentioned Id the memoirs of General Thll Sheridan, and . reference Is made to what can b classed as one of the most temarkibl and unique incidents of the war in tfc capture of the two generals. General Sheridan was greatly an. noyed by the work of th"se rangen, and was successful in capturing Captain Gil more and a number of his men of one band, due to a clever ruse. Twenty Federal soldiers were disguised In Confederate uniforms and sent toward Gllmore's camp, apparently fleeing from a tmd of 300 Federal cavalry. Gllmore welcomed the pursued, but was Immediately made a prisoner and escorted b&tk to the Union lines, the return eln supported by he" squadron of oavalry. The capture was Irritating to the Confederates, and Captain McNeill determined to execute a bold coup in return. At the b?ad of his command of twenty he made his way to the Union llait and captured General Crook and General Kelly, both prominent command ers in the Army of the Cumberland. Af. that period Cumberland, Md., was thoroughly Invested with Federal troops, and no danger to any one was anticipated. The surprise, therefore, was complete, and before the startled negro watchman was able to give the alarm the band was far away. After a hot chase down the valley the captors got safely away and stopped at a hotel for refreshments and to change horses. At that hotel General Crook met the Innkeeper's daughter. It was a case of love at first sight and a few months later, when hostilities were ended, he went back ; and claimed her for his bride. General Crook afterward became famous as an Indian fighter. He often referred to his chagrin concerning his capture, but always added that It was, after all, the happiest Incident of the war, as It brought to him a wife whom he idolized. She yet survives, although he I9 dead. Chicago Itecord-IIerald. Worth Ileadtmff. Carrots are good for those having a tendency to gout The Juice of grapes Is laxative, but the skin and seeds are likely to cause constipation. The special franchises for transportation and lighting in New York City are valued for taxation it $235.142.S43. A full-sized quartz mining claim ll COO feet wide and 1,500 feet long, thus bei approximately twenty acres In area. The excess of births over deaths per 1.000 native population is greatest In Utah (C3.3) and smallest in New York (8.9), A census of over 1.000 graduates of the Massachusetts Agricultural College shows that one in three of them are now farmers. - A German mathematician estimates that the average man who lives to be 70 years old consumes $10,000 worth of food la his life. Sir John Herschell estimates that the very largest comets, with tails often millions of miles in length, do not weigh more than a few ounces. ' The richest orchestra In the world xsll be the Warsaw philharmonic, which has just received a legacy of $1,000,000 from a music loving Pole, The tea gardens of , Northern India extend over IjOO.OOO acres, and they produce 190,000,000 pounds of tea per annum, at a profit of about $100 an acre. Almost half of all railway travel la Germany Is third-class. More passengers use fourth-class than second, and less than one In twenty rides firstclass. Of the 38,000,000 Inhabitants of France, 700,000 re Protestants, 80,000 are Jews, and marly 37,000,000 belong, nominally, at least to the Roman church. It Is estimated that the 'sultana raisin crop of Smyrna will be only 50 to GO per cent of last year's, on account of destructive hail and wet weather. ... In London the other day a Miss Zollemache was married to a Mr. Hunnesley. Vhen the clergyman mentioned the bride's name In the course of the ceremony he had to call her Iyonella Fredegunda Cuthberga Fthelswytha Ideth Ysabel Grace Monica De Orellana 1'lantagenet German scientists announce that the material for a man weighing 150 pounds can be found In the white and yokes of 1,200 hens' eggs. Beduced to a fluid, the average man would y?eld ninety-eight cubic meters of Illuminating gas and hydrogen enough to fill a balloon capable of lifting 155 pounds. The normal human body has In it the Iron needed to mr.se seven large nails, the fat for fourteea jwunds of candles, the carbon for sixty-four gross of crayons and phosphorous enough for S20,000 matches. Out of It can be ob- ' talned, besides, twenty coffeespoons of salt, fifty lumps of sugar and fortytwo liters of water. 1

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