Plymouth Tribune, Volume 9, Number 22, Plymouth, Marshall County, 3 March 1910 — Page 11

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The Mariner' Dream. In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay; His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind. Hut, watchworn and weary, his cares flew away. And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind. ' He dreamed of his home, of his dear native bowers. And pleasures that waited on life's mery morn; While Memory stood sidewlse. half covered with flowers. And restcred every rose, but secreted its thornThen Fancy her magical pinions spread wide. And bade the young dreamer In ecstacy rise: Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes. The. jessamine clambers in flowers o'er the thatch. And the swallow chirps sweet from her nest in the wall; All trembling with transport, he raises ' the latch. And the voices of loved ones reply to his call. A father bends o'er him with looks of delight; His cheek Is impearled with a moth er's warm tear; And the lips of the boy In a love-kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear.. The heart of the sleeper beats high In his breast; Joy quickens his pulses all hardships seem o'er, And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest: "O God! thou hast blessed me; I ask for no more." Ah, what Is that flame which now bursts on his eye? Ah, what 'is that sound which now Jarms on his ear? 'Tis the lightning's red gleam, painting hell on the sky! Tis the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere! He springs from his hammock he files to the deck! Amazement confronts him with Images dire; Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck The masts fly In splinters the shrouds are on fire! Like mountains the billows tremendously swell; In vain the lost wretch calls on Mercy to save; Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his knell. And the Death-angel flaps his broad wings o'er the wave! O sailor-boy, woe to thy dream of delight! In darkness dissolves the gay frostwork of bliss. Where, now. Is the picture that Fancy touched bright Thy parents' fond pressure, and love's honeyed kiss? O sailor-boy, sailor-boy, never again Shall home, love, or kindred thy wishes repay! Unblessed and unhonored. down deep in the main Full many a fathom, thy frame shall decay. No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee. Or redeem form or frame from the merciless surge; But the white foam of waves shall thy winding-sheet be. And winds, in the midnight of winter, thy dirge! On a bed of g-.cen sea-flowers thy limbs sha.1 .e laid; Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks, threads of amber be made; And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll; Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye, O sailor-boy, sailor-boy, peace to thy soul! William Dimond. Hard to Get IUd of Guet. Jerrie McCartie was often the guest of friends who on account of his pleasant ways extended to him that sort of old Irish hospitality which enabled a visitor In my own family who came for a fortnight to stay for six years, says London Tit-Bits. In McCartle's case the visit stretched to nearly doubt that time. After eight or nine years, however, his kinsman got a little tired of hi3 guest and let him know of hi3 old mansion's proposed renovation, saying that he had signed a contract for having it painted from garret to cellar. "By George!" said Jerry, "it's fortunate that I don't object to the smell of paint, and it will be well to have someone to keep an eye on the painters,, now that the wall-fruft Is ripening." Some months passed. Then his host informed him that he was going to be married, adding: "I thought I'd tell you in good time, so that you could make leisurely preparations to go, as the lady and you may not hit it off as well as you and I do." With cheerful eyes Jerry grasped his cousin's hand, saying: "Oh, Dan, dear, you have my hearty thanks for your consideration; but, dear, dear boy, surely if you can put up with her I can." No one but the dwner has any great use for a dog that is so little dog it is adorned with ribbons and bells. It 13 pretty safe to distrust the man who claims to be working overtime as a peacemaker. We don't accomplish much but try to keep ahead of the special sessions in thai respect.

WHY PLAIN MEN ARE POPULAR. l gllnr L'MnaII- :ceoniianirl by .Some Quality Wblrh Attract. Plain men exist and multiply, but in our modern world a man's want of looks seems to be no handicap either to his success in life or his personal popularity. In this, as it happens, the two sexes show a marked discrepancy. For, a woman's charm is often her best asset, and, to parody a famous phrase, "Beauty is of man's life a thing apart, 'tis woman's whole existence." Then a man's plainness may be atoned for by his mind, manner and .general appearance, says the Strand. Clever men win hands down and a good manner often counts for more than looks, brains or even character. And most men, even if plain, own some feature that will interest, attract and save the situation. Even downright ugliness can sometimes be redeemed by a clever face and an air of distinction. We will picture to ourselves a few of these possibilities. A short, puny man may have small, straight features, good hair and a clear complexion. Weak lips may smile, or show soft curves of kindliness; a stern chin or heavy jaw can prove strength of will and firmness of character; In small, dull eyes may lurk hidden fires that tell of genius, or, at least, of enthusiasm; and a wrinkled brow often gives evidence of deep thought, a high intellect and marked powers of concentration. Then, a plain man Is apt to win who was a broad, well-formed forehead. For an open brow attracts

and also gives sign of mental capacity. And good eyes can do much to redeem rugged or Irregular features. Black eyes look beady, in either man or woman and pale-blue eyes are said to be untrustworthy. But a pair of darkbrown or dark-gray orbs have a magnetic charm, especially when shaded and shadowed by thick eyelashes and well-marked eyebrows. And good hair, kept in perfect order, will do much to redeem a plain face or a mesquin figure. This last word reminds me that for a man to be tall and wel-set-up will cover a multitude of sins in the ways of appearance. At any rate. from a woman's point of view, six feet i of height, broad shoulders and a fine presence are safe to . redeem such minor defects as a snub nose, a wide mouth, small eyes or a bad complex-: Ion. And a short man can have a good figure If he happens to own a flat back and wide shoulders and to hold himself with a smart uprightness. Outline counts for much and has done, from the days of the Roman gladiators downward. T I A WOOD-SHED TRAGEDY. Marvelous things are to be seen in the most commonplace surroundings if one but keeps his eyes open. The window of the wood-shed was thickly coated with dirt. 'Upon this had been hatched a nest of spiders, and numbers of them were scurrying back and forth. They were not larger thau the head of a pin, and reminded one of a colony of Lilliputians. A full-grown mosquito alighted on the pane, when a tiny spider ran up, and catching it by the leg, held on for dear life, while the mosquito, realizing Its danger, attempted to fly. It was, however, firmly held by the tiny enemy, and only succeeded in swinging round In circles. Another spider, passing near and discerning the struggle, mshed to the aid of his brother. When the new arrival discovered that holding on to the mosquito's leg did not bring any nearer the conquering of the mosquito, he released his hold, and running up the mosquito's leg, quickly climbed on to his back. This seemed to spur the mosquito to extra effort. It succeeded, after a sharp struggle, In wrenching its leg free. Then, with the tiny aeronaut upon its back, it sailed away into tho dark recesses of the cellar, where the animated aeroplane and Its passenger were lost to view. SA Boy'a Target. It has been said that If there were no birds, man could not live on the earth, and yet cases much like the following, reported by the Daily Sentinel of Falrmount, Minnesota, are constantly noticed by observing people.. The boy with a rifle or a gun is often thoughtless and careless. ' A mother dove had been the target of some small boy. The bullet had passed through her breast, and had feft her only strength enough to flutter homeward and reach the nest, where a half-grown fledgling awaited her coming.. Dying, she had snuggled up against her little one, her life blood pulsing out over her own white' breast and against that of her young. And there, iwith eyes staring wide, she breathed her last, and the fledging starved, and jhen froze. The two were found with their head3 pressed together as in a last embrace. The owner of the, dove house brought them downtown just as they jested in the nest, and the sight and the suffering of which it spoke were enough to melt the hardest heart. The boy with the rifle may cause a like tragedy again,' and many times. Odd Aame Oddly Won. The inn known as the "Same Yet," at Prestwich, has a curious history, which Mr. Hackwood relates: "The house orisinaly bore the 'Seven Stars,' but many years ago It becamo necessary to have Its faded sign repainted. When the painter, asked the landlord what he was to put on the board he received the answer, 'The same yet.' And the man took him at his word." London News.

L'selen Arm Added to Britain. Since 1883 the sea has washed away 419 acres of the British. Isles, but it has also added 30,752. The land gained however, is at present useless. If it were not for the great economies to be practiced "next month," how would the women ever manag to save! - i

HE DAY WHEN THE SLEEPERS SHALL RISE. The stars are spinning their threads. And the clouds are the dust that flies. And the suns are weaving, them up For the time when the sleepers shall ris&, t The ocean In music rolls, And the gems are turning to eyes,' And the trees are gathering souls For the time when the sleepers shall rise. The weepers are learning to smile. And laughter to glean the sighs; Burn and bury the care and guile For the day when the sleepers shall rise. Oh, the dews and the moths and the daisy-red. The larks and the glimmer and flows. The lilies and sparrows and daily bread. And the something that nobody knows! George MacDonald.

He looked across the table at the smiling young woman. "Well, daughter," he said, "what's the news? I mean the sort of news I can't find in the dally press." "What sort of news, daddy?" "News that concerns the one topic that Interests me most yourself?" The girl hesitated. "It's all good news, daddy. I'm well, I'm happy here with auntie. I have pleasant friends. And now that you have come, daddy, I've nothing left to ask for." He looked at her searchlngly. "Your letters hinted at something," he said. "I thought it might be a young man." She blushed a little, but met hi3 glance with a frank laugh. "There are two youns men, daddy." He laughed too and then his face grew grave. "Then it isn't serious?" "Not yet, daddj" She came around the table and drew her chair close to his. "Well, dear?" "You know, daddy, that Mr. Right is quite likely to pop around the corner at any time, and when he comes I'll say to him, 'Mr. Right, I recognize you at a glance, but until you can make my daddy acknowledge that your credentials are. approved, you can Just set yourself down as Mr. Wrong now and forevermore." "That's our agreement," said the man, and he fondly stroked the girl's shining hair. "Yes," she went on.. "And now there are two young men who seem to like me very well, and sometimes I have an. Impression that' one is Right, and then I'm almost sure it's the other. And sometimes I'm quite afraid to think that at any moment I may find, out which it Is." The man softly laughed. "While you are in that seasaw state of mind, my dear, he said, "I feel quite positive It is neither. Anyway, your old daddy will organize himself in a private detective agency and look the field and the candidates over. He Is going to stay here now indefinitely and watch over the welfare of his Interesting child." "Oh, daddy!" "No more European trips, no more conferences in dingy foreign offices. Daddy has graduated from that sort of thing. He expects to settle down and save himself from rusting out by keeping a more or less watchful eye on the factory when it does not Interfere too much with the golf links." "The facory, daddy?" "Yes. I forgot that you didn't know. In making some financial shifts recently the factory fell into my hands. In fact, I brought the deal about. Perhaps there was a little sentiment about it. You remember I told you that I got my first start in life at one of the looms in the old building that stood on the site of the present office." "Yes, daddy. And it's all yours that great building" "It's mine, dear; and will be yours unless we tire of the business." The girl suddenly laughed. "Isn't it funny, daddy, that both those young men I spoke to you about should be employed fit the factory?" The father softly whistled. "It Is funny," he answered. "And perhaps It simplifies matters. Let me think. Of course, these youngsters didn't know I was coming?" "No, daddy, they couldn't know it. I didn't know it myself." "And they have never seen me and know nothing about the change lu ownership." "They've never seen you I am ture of that, daddy." "Ard the change in ownership is not to be announced until I desire to announce It." He suddenly rubbed his hands. "ThU looks good to me," he laughed. "I'll take a look at your young friends, unbeknownst, as Uncle Hi Daniel used to say. Who are they?" He-drew out a memorandum book nd pencil and frowned absurdly. The girl laughed at his air. "I can only give you their present names, daddy I don't know their iliases." "Very well. Just remember that fou are here to speak the truth without fear or favor. Who is No. 1?" "No. 1 is Sherman Treat. He Is actI lag superintendent of the factory in . m "

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went to Colorado for his health last spring." "Assistant superintendent. Yes. Characteristics?" "Why, he Is large and strong, and quick In his speech and ways, and very masterful." "Not a bad bill of particulars. Habits good?" "I think tney must be. He is considered a very clever young inan." t "Where from?" "New York. His father was secretary of the company." "Oh, yes. A fine man with aristo cratic connections. I've heard of his boy." He looked up from the book. Who's the other lad?" "His name Is John Osborn. II is manager of the pattern shop. He is a designer himself, and an inventor. too, I think." The man nodded. "That's right. They spoke to me about him. He has done some useful things. They called him a valuable lad., Characteristics, please?" "He is rather quiet, and shy, and has very little to say about himself. The man looked up. "Somewhat the opposite of No. 1, eh?" "Yes." "One thing more. Are the two young men on good terms?" "Oh, yes. They rome here together quite often." "That's a little strange, isn't It?" The girl laughed. "I fancy that No. 1 thinks he has no opposition worth considering, and that No. 2 feels that it repays him to come here, whether he wins or loses." She laughed merrily. Tm almost sure that No. 1 thinks No. 2 an admirable foil for his own masterful brilliancy and perhaps No. 2 Is willing to play the role in order to come here often er." The man nodded. "But you haven't told me about this Osborn's family. Is he a nltlve of the town?" "Yes. His father was the first fore man of tho factory. After John grad uated from a scientific school he en tered the factory, and has been climb ing ever since. I think it must be be cause he works so hard." Th man put away his book. "I'm going down to the factory, dear. Perhaps I'll make the acquaint ance of these Interesting young men.' "Shall I take you down, daddy?" "No, I'm going unaccompanied and unannounced. "Then I'll come after you with the electric." "Very well, dear. Give me plenty of time. Good-by." Twenty minutes later a gray-haired man, plainly dressed; a tired appearing man, with stooping shoulders, wis ushered into the ante-room of the office of the assistant superlntendemt of the great and busy Acme mill. "There's a lot of 'em ahead of you this morning," said the boy who guarded the inner door. "I'll call you when he's ready to see you." The gray-haired man nodded and took a seat in a dusky corner. There were twenty or more persons waiting, twenty persons seemingly representing as many grades in life, and the newcomer found himself busy studying them. From time to time the Inner door opened ami one of the waiting group was admitted. The gray-haired man might have been there twenty minutes when the outer door opened and a slender young man entered. He was bare-headed and carried a package of loose papers in bis hand. Aa he passed along he chanced to notice the man in the corner. He slackened his pace and came a little nearer. And the gray-haired man looked up at him and smiled. "You are waiting to see Mr. Treat?"

"Yes." "He is busy this morning you may have to wait some time. Come over here by the window. This Is an easier chair." The gray-haired man took the proffered seat with a word of thanks, and the 3-oung man passed Into the inner room. When he ame back he was closely studying one of the papers from his bundle. But he looked down as he passed the gray-haired man, and stopped. His eyes took in the plain attire, the gray hair, the patient face. "Pardon me," he softly said, "but may I assume that you are looking for employment?" The gray-haired man nodded. "Yes," he answered. . "You are a stranger here?" "I am now," the gray-haired man replied. "While I was quite young I worked in the old factory building. That Is why I hoped to find employment here." The young man's look grew grave. "We have many applications for

work," he said. His face lightened.

And you were a boy In the 'old fac tory. That's fine. My father began here, too. I'd like to hear about those old times. We think we have made great advances since the Acme's early days." "No doubt of that," said the older man. "I'm only afraid you have advanced beyond me." The young man moved toward the door. Then he turned and, coming back, bent over the gray-haired man. Any Immediate necessities?" he softly asked. The older ma;i looked up at him with a sudden smile. "Not yet," he answered. "Here is my card," said the younger man a little hurriedly. "Come at any time. I will be glad to see you." He turned and passed through the outer doorway. The gray-haired man looked at the card and address. The name was John Osborn. The man stared at it and slowly nodded. "You may be slow and shy, John Osborn," he murmured, "but, your heart beats quick and warm. Bless the boy." He carefully placed the card in an Inside pocket and looked up. The door of the inner room had just opened and a stout young man was coming out. The persons who were waiting suddenly arose, but he waved them aside. "No more time to spare," he told them. "If your business is of Importance come again to-morrow." He turned toward the outer door and encountered the gray-haired man who had suddenly arisen and now barred the way. "Excuse me, sir, but are you Mr. Treat?" "Yes." "May I have a word with you?" The assistant superintendent looked the stranger over. "What is it you want?" "I want employment, sir." The young man frowned. "That's what I supposed. Well, we have nothing for you. We want en ergy here not the musty deliberation of old age. You've passed your time of usefulness, my gray-haired friend The stranger's voice grew eager. ' "I worked for the factory, sir, forty years ago. You'll find my name on the old books and on some of the old patterns." The young man shook his head. "Well," he said, "you can't work here again. You have outlived your alloted span of industrial usefulness. 1 am surprised to hear that you are looking for work. Don't you know the chances are strong that if yoa secured a place you would crowd some young er and much abler man from employ mentr The 6tranger sighed. "But what am I to do?" he asked in a helplest tone. "That's destined to be a very seri ous problem." said the young man "You know what Dr. Osier is reported to have said. Well, I don't go as far as the chloroform theory, of course, but I do think that when a man reach es the point where both his mental and physical strength is waning, he should bow to the inevitable and get off the track. That's what I expect to do when I reach your age. It's the law of the inevitable." "But what am I to do, sir?" he re peated "Go home," said the younger man a little sharply. "Go home and tell your friends to take care of you. The Acme plant can't be bothered. We have divi dends to earn and stockholders to sat isfy. If we tried to run a benevolent home here for superannuated employ es we would soon close our doors." "And does the fact that I once work ed here count for nothing?" the stranger asked. "That's all sentiment," said the young man, "and sentiment has no place in a hustling factory. Perhaps if you had stuck to the works you woman i De in your present siraits. He had 'turned toward the door, leaving the stranger staring after him a stare, ' strange to say, that wa3 coupled with a queer cynical smile when .a young woman suddenly en tered the room a fluttering and in every way charming young woman. who looked eagerly from one man to the other. "How do you do, Mr. Treat?" she said to the younger man, who suddenly removed his hat. Then she turned to the stranger. "I couldn't wait any longer, daddy," 6he said. The young man paled. His jaunty air of setf-confldence suddenly wilted. He looked at the older 'man and muttered an Indistinct apology. Then he turned and hurried away. The girl looked around in wonder. "Why, what In the world does that mean, daddy?" The gray-haired man laughed. "It means that No. 1 is of the opinion that yoar father is too old to be of any service to the factory." Before the girl could comment on this remarkr.ble statement the outer door opened and John Osborn came into the room. "Why, Miss Harmon." he stammered with a quick flush of pleasure. "This is my father, Mr. Osborn," said the girl. The stranger extended his hand, but the young man hung back. "I I hope you'll forgive my forwardness, sir," he stammered. "I didn't dream that you were Miss Harmon's father." The girl looked from one man to the other. "And what does this mean?" she demanded. "It means, my dear," her father explained, "that No. 21 should say this young Osborn here tried to be kind to a forlorn looking old man without dreaming that he was your father and tae owner of this factory. We must shake hands, young man." The girl looked on with shining eyes. "That was fine," she softly said. "See here," cried the other man, "you wanted to hear me talk about those early days at the Acme plant. Join us at dinner to-day, my boy." Tiie dazed ymng man looked from

the stranger to the girl and what he

saw in those shining, brown eyes made him stammer a hasty accep tance. W. R, Rose, in Cleveland Plaindealer. GORKI IS WASTING AWAY. Attended by Hmr. Andrleva, Author Aivalts Death at Capri. In the retirement of his villa at Capri Maxim Gorki laughed at the re port of his having been sentenced to death by . the Russian revolutionary party. He has retired to that beautiful island not through fear of his Russian co-believers but in obedience to medical advice on account of lung trouble. Since September consumption has wrought ravages, the Naples correspondent of the New York World says. Gorki Is now an emacia'ted, whitehaired old man, though well on the sunny side of 50. Gorki is naturally sullen and pessimistic, but he is cheered at Capri by the companionship of Mme. -Andrleva, formerly of the St. Petersburg stage and the cause of the abrupt termination of his visit to America. While he works on his new novel, "The Chronicle of the Little Town of Churow." the actress spends her leisure visiting the poor and the sick in the neighborhood. By her kindness she has won the hearts of the peasant folk, who speak of her as "the queen of Capri." It is said that she recently sent several invalids to Germany for treatment at her own cost. Of Gorki she takes the utmost care; indeed, It was only with reluctance that she allowed him to be Interviewed, lest his rest cure should be spoiled. His low state of health necessitates the greatest precaution. He works In a room so hot that for an ordinary person to breathe there Is a laborious operation. When he ventures out, which he rarely does, into the mild southern winter, he wraps himself In a huge fur coat beter suited to Siberia. Earlier In the year he completed In conjunction with his greatest friend, Prof. Mayer, a volume dealing with the Messina earthquake. The proceeds of its sale are to be given to the poor of the Ill-fated cities. Italy's recent plan to educate her mountain folk Is already in opera tion, according to the Rome corre spondent of the New York Sun. As the shepherds of the Abruzzl could not be brought to school, teachers have been sent to them. The percent age of illiterates among the inhabit ants of the Abruzzl has always bee a very high, and statistics show that despite the fact that many schools have been opened In the towns and villages within the last five years, 68 per cent of the population . Is still illiterate. Some members .of the board of education feared that the general spread of education among the peasantry would tend to a decline of religious faith. Others put forth the theory that the inhabitants of the Abruzzl had been Ignorant and unlettered for centuries, and consequently had lost the aptitude to learn. Prof. Emidio Agostlnoni discovered the real cause. He noticed that the government schools in the towns and villages were not well attended, noc because the boys were not willing to go to them, but because they could not. The majority of the inhabitants of the Abruzzl are shepherds, and spend nine months out of every year in the mountains, living in huts and tending their flocks. Professor Agostlnoni suggested to the ministry of public instruction the plan which has now been adopted as an experiment. Instead of having schools with teachers and empty benches, why not send the teachers up to the mountains where the boys are, and hold classes there? The plan pleased some influential members of the board of education, and fifteen teachers were furnished with horses and Instructed to ride out every day and beat the country for pupils. Wherever they found boys or men willing to learn, they were to stop and teach. The fifteen traveling teachers have their hands full, as, to their great surprise, they found that the shepherds, young and old, are not only willing to learn to read and write, but that they are very quick and intelligent. ' Who Are the Klectr Two modern statements of the doctrine of "election," neither of which would quite satisfy John Calvin or Jonathan Edwards, are given !n the Congregatlonalist. One was Henry Ward ßeecher's epigrammatic . and convincing phrase: "The elect are whosoever will; the non-elect are whosoever won't." Good as this is, there is another explanation that is a star of equal magnitude. ' It was made by a colored divine, who said: "Brethren, It Is this way. The Lord, II is always voting for a man; and the devil, he is always voting against man. Then the man himself votes, and that breaks the tie!" A Carelean Man. Father Why havo you quarreled with Harry? Daughter Because he proposed io me last night. Father Well, there was no harm in that, was there? Daughter But I had accepted him the night before. Illustrated Bits. Th Arithmetic Spirit. 'As a rule," said the cynic, "one may reckon the number of his true riends on the fingers of one hand." '"Well," answered the good-natured person, "anybody who counts up his friend ships the same as he does his money doesn't deserve any more' Brazil is endeavoring t(r encouitga its Iron industry. .

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A balloon's life is about eighty Bights. , . ' Nearly thirty-nine thousand person visited Shakespeare's . home In- 1909. A ten-year-old clove tree will; produce about twenty pounds annually. The dated sandwich is an innovation in the railroad station restaurant service. The number of foreign students . la . the United States is constantly Increasing. Nine of the eighteen expeditions In search of the south pole have been of English origin. Of all European countries, only Hol land has a lower rate of infant mortality than Great Britain. When telegraphs were first employed the speed of transmission was only four to five word3 a minute. A Cincinnati man has patented an electric air heater for barbers' nse, compressed air passing through a cyl inder containing a resistance coll. From eight thousand to ten thou sand coal slack and pitch briquettes are manufactured and consumed in tho city of Belfast, Ireland, each year. A building which. It is believed. holds the record in this country in antiquity as a Presbyterian church is still standing at Southampton, Long Island. Its erection was begun In 1707 and it was dedicated as a church in 170S. Bendlgo, Australia, has started a re form movement to stop the chiming and striking of all-night public clocks. the city being moved thereto by Mme. Melh. The prima donna passed a sleepless night in Benaigo owing io the din of decks and she has threat ened never to visit the city again. The complaint has been discussed by the Bendlgo city council and it was . decided to silence the clocks from mid night to 6 a. m. Switzerland has a' total population of 3,500,000 and there are 1.3S4 perl, odicals in the country, or one public tlon to every 2,715 persons. Of th publications giving special attention to news and politics, 472 are printed in German, 101 in French, 21 In Italian and but' one in Romansch. The religious publications include 60 Ger man Protestant, 40 French Proltstant. 24 Catholic, 9 Missions, 2 Jewish and 3 Free Thought. The Swiss newspapers have limited Jelegraph service, as compared with newspapers in other countries, but they are, as a rule, well edited. Consular Report At thirty-three Nayoleon was emperor of France; Phil Sheridan rod on a foaming steed twenty miles, seized his retreating army and, hurling it upon Early, .snatched victory, out of thB jaws of defeat, sending him, with his hosts, flying up the valley of the Shenandoah; Wolfe scaled the Heights of Abraham at Quebec, dispossessed the French of their possessions in Canada and gave two provinces to England; Correggio had produced his three world-renowned pictures, "The Assumption of the Vlri ti TT nwA "TK a Panltonf gin, rcce iiuuiu auu . m V"Magdalen"; George Stephenson mad his first locomotive; Edison had harnessed electricity to the uses of man? Gray wrote his "Elegy"; Poe his "Raven," and Thomas Jefferson the "Declaration of independence." A fine cure for the whooping cough is made of offerings of hair, in Sunderland. The best way there is to shave the crown of the head and hang the hair on a bush, or small tree, preferably, and as the birds or wind carry, away the hair, the cough will disappear. A still more potent remedy for whooping cough Is had in the Northumberland idea, which is . that the cough can be cured by putting the head of a live trout in the patient's mouth and letting the fish breathe Into the latter. A still more strenuous wav is to nass a hairy caterpillar. through the mouth, after which the worm is to be put into a small bag and tied around the victim's neck. The cough ceases when the caterpillar gives up this earthly life. The whooping cough is not' so bad after all, Is it? Chicago Tribune. There is no city on earth where the tip system is more deeply rooted than in Paris; and yet, if we are to believe M. Jabosynat, secretary of the Chambre Syndicale Ouvrlere des Limonadiers, the cafe and restaurant waiters desire nothing better than to see the . abolition of the pourbolre. "When that day arrives," he says, "our comrades will realize the necessity of grouping themselves together for the purpose of obtaining a fixed salary from their employers. To-day we receive no salary, only the pourbolre, and not always that. Some employers, finding that we make too much, deduct as much as 40, 50 and even 60 per cent of our tips. I could tell you of one cafe where eighteen employes hand over to the house over 2,40.0 a year. Most employes are paid for working; we others pay for the privilege." The Caterer. The statistics of trade and industry for the year recently closed, made public by the Canadian government, shows that Canada has recovered in a striking manner from the depression of two years ago. The bank clearings reached the enormous totait of $5,lS9,994,363, an increase of 20 per cent over 1908, while the new buildings erected during the season approximate $60,000,000. a gain of $20.000,000 over the preceding year. Purlng the year 190,000 immigrants entered the Dominion, of whom 90,000 came from the United States, most of them with capital. In 1908 the immigrants numbered 151,000, of whom 59,000 were from the United States. The crops of the prairie provinces yielded a total of 343,117,864 bushels of wheat, oats, barley and flax, as compared with 213,206,915 in 1907. During the last ten years Ontario has increased in population 447.000; Quebec, 450,000; Manitoba, 215,000; Saskatchewan and Alberta, 510,000; maritime provinces, 145.000. and British Columbia. 115.000. I making the total population of CanI ada 750,000.