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THE TIMES SUNDAY SPECIAL SUNDAY MORNING, JUNE 23, 1895. 23 HENRY CLIFFORD" Highest of all in Leavening Power. Latest U. S. Gov't Report SflE GAPTAIflS A CANAL BOAT ELIZABETH WENTCfORTH, A WELL-KNOWN CHARACTER IN JERSEY.

SPLLTAIiK OfUVERflJlDfl BAB AND HEE FRIENDS HAVE A CHARACTERISTIC SUMMER CHAT. JfllSS luERGDR AS flRGHITEGT SUCCESS OF HIE CLEVER PITTSBURG GIRL IN ATLANTA. Absolutely pube to translate it for the benefit of my son he Is only 16 months old now. but it won't be long before he will be 18 years time goes so quickly in this country. This wonderful woman said: "Guard within yourself that treasure, kindness.

Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness. Know how to replace in your heart, by the happiness of those you love, the happiness that yon yourself might have missed. Keep the hope of another life. It is there tb.it mothers meet their sous again. Love a'l God's creatures.

Forgive those who are Ill-conditioned, resist those who are unjust, and devote yourself to those who are great, through their virtue." Isn't that beautiful advice? And isn't the tie between the French mother and her child a most lovely one? Copy it for you? With pleasure, and then you can slip it in your needlehook. At this time we all stopped talking, for our hostess, following an English fashion, had ordered brought out to us a glass of cool ginger ale. This drink Is getting very popular, and although It is usually taken alone, occasionally claret Is offered with it. Ginger ale. to the American mind, has always been more or less suggestive of the various root beers; so nobody knows whether it Is being BORAX AS A FRUIT PRESERVER MERCUR.

The Hew Opera Libretto by the English Millionaire, SCr. Money-Coatts. From a Correspondent of The Tisrea. London. June 8.

The Spanish papers are filled with praise of a new grand opera, entitled "Henry Clifford." recently produced at the Liceo Theatre, Barcelona. The opera Is composed by the Spanish maestro. Senor Albeniz, with a libretto by "Mountjoy." translated for the purpose of the Spanish stage into Italian by Senor Arteaga. The scene is laid in the fifteenth century, England, during the period of the War of the Roses, after the sons of the luke of York, Edward and Richard, had defeated the forces of Henry VI. at the battle of Towtou.

The story por trays the fortune of the powerful North Country family of the Cliffords, which had always fought for Lancaster. Henry Clifford's father has been killed at Towton. Sir John St. John has been sent by King Edward IV. to seize both Henry aud his estates.

Lady St. John, however, has power of witchcraft and can foresee that Henry Clifford's fate is bound up with that of her daughter Annie. So at Bolton Abbey she shows to him a vision of Annie as she will be in the future, and induces him to give up useless thoughts of vengeance for his father's death, and to escape to the moors and mountains disguised as a shepherd. There she casts a spell over the shepherd lord's retreat and sends fairies to protect him. Among the fairies Annie herself often appears, and not till the three years' spell is over does Henry discover that she is a mortal maiden.

But then also comes to Henry a renewal of persecution. Sir John St. John manages to recapture him and offers to him either death or the hand of bis daughter and freedom at the price of heing false to the Kerl Rose of Lancaster. Henrv is yielding to the temptation when the intervention of his mother saves him. His doom seems to be sealed, but at the moment of his danger the new of Bosworth Field arrives: King Richard of York has been killed and with Henry of Lancaster the Red Rose Is once more in tne ascendant.

Sir John is now in Henry Clifford's power, but Henry with sorrow hfl3 learned the quality of mercy; he only bids Sir John Spend three vears in the mountains and to learn the same lesson. Such Is the brief outllne'of the tale, the basis of which may be found in Shakespeare, in Wordsworth and in the ancient ballad of "The Nut Brown Maid." The music follows closely the spirit of the libretto, and In the third act especially It shows a strength of dramatic force and melody which should place Senor Albeniz in the front rank of modern musicians. The Spanish papers have already hailed him as tueir great native composer. throughout the influence of the modern school without being in the least Wagner- esque or losing the maestro's characteristic of melodiousness. The leit motives of the first act re perfectly reproduced In the score; the fantastic tnue or the second 'and dramatic situations of the third are equally well rendered.

The public were especially delighted with the opening carol of the first act, sung by boys in Palm Sundnv procession within the cloisters of Bolton Abbey, with the dirge of retainers on the news of the death of their master, Lord Clifford; with the incantation of Ladv St. Johu, and the final chorus. The whole of act two elicited constant applause, especially the ballet music of the fairies' dance and the peasants' revel on the slopes of Blen Cathara. But the gem of the work is said to be -the third act. especially the duet, trio and the aria finale of the tenor, sung at Barcelona by Senor Suagnes, the part, of Lady St.

John being ably filled by Madame Mas. The librettist, who has Inspired a work so welcomed by critics and public alike. Is Mr. Money-Coutts. a member of the great banking firm.

He has chosen a thoroughly scene and storv. and has both dramatized and poetized them. Under his nom de plume of "Mountjoy Mr. Money-Coutts has written for Seuor Albeniz another libretto founded on the famous Spanish novel by Senor Valera, "Peplta Ximenez." BOYS ARE CRUEL If Amber Had Her Way She'd Cremate the Savage Ones. From the Chicago Times-Herald- There Is no use talking, we need crematories for other than vegetable refuse.

We need sevenfold heated furnaces for the total annihilation of human garbage. We need red-hot ovens for the incineration of certain types that poison the earth. Why seek to perpetuate unalloyed evil In the world? Why not deal with cruel men and vicious women and hopeless criminals as we do with rags Infected with microbes? All this Is called forth, not because I am big and brutal and bloodthirsty, breathing fire for ozone, and shod, like Beelzebub, with sulphur. On the contrary, I believe I am as tender-hearted as the gentlest of my sex. but let me tell you something.

I haven't spoken of It before because I couldn't bear to think of it. For the sake of pointing a precept, however, I will tell It now. The other evening I was walking over Bush street bridge. It was late, and I hurried along a bit that I might get out of a rather shy neighborhood as quickly as possible. Midway over the bridge I encountered a little white kitten.

It had evidently escaped from a good home, for it was sleek and pretty. I spoke kindly to the little thing and it followed me. As we crossed the bridge we ran into a crowd of half-grown boys and loafers, a dirtyroysteriug band of embryo citizens. When they saw the kitten they swooped upon It and in spite of me carried tt away. I followed with about as much effect as a lame duck would have in a bull fight.

There was no policeman in sight and the men to whom I appealed declared themselves helpless. The torture that those young devils inflicted upon that kitten I shall never think of without a prayer In my heart th.t God will rid the earth of their polluted presence before they have a chance to develop into fuller license and greater power. I turned and ran away when I found that I was helpless, but oh! that I had the power to send those pestilential souls down to some "lower quarantine" before the germs of crime and cruelty spread farther, i SEWING VIEWED AS A PASTIME The Authors Overreaching Themselves A Woman's Newspaper Clippings Disappointment in Magazines Whistling, the Devil's Music Revival of the Jersey The Types of Beauty of the Different Nations. George Sand's Advice to Her Son. After the outlook- on bricks and mortar In the city It was delightful to sit on the veranda and rest one's eyes by gazing at the long, sloping green lawn that seemed to bury itself in the blue waters of the ocean.

It was an ideal country house. And we women were harmonious, so that the summer days passed pleasantly and the nights, which brought the men. were gay and joyous. Our hostess was never idle and it was most interesting to watch the slender, white fingers that controlled the ivory needle as It flashed in and out among the red wool. She always worked in red wool.

It gave a beautiful 6pot of color, and formed a fine background for her hands, of which she was very proud. I don't know what she made. Something either to be worn by. or sold for. the poor, but ber industry was always picturesque.

All of us were busy there on the veranda, because nowadays It is vulgar not to know how to sew. The more fashionable a woman Is the better needlewoman she is, for at the very smart schools girls are invariably made mistresses of the work basket, even if tbey are shy on Greek and Euclid. What a lot of unhappiness has been worked out at the point of a needle! How much nervousness had ben quieted by its monotonous, but atractive method of working, and how curiously feminine needlework is. Somebody said I think It was the girl from Boston that she found It very difficult to get a good hook nowadays. The very busy woman nodded in sympathy, and one woman dropped her work in her lap and said, "Do you know the reason why? It is because a few years ago a number of good books were written and then their creators grew ambitious and wrote beyond- themselves.

There Is Zangwill his sketches of Jewish life were fascinating, but did he stick to what he understood and could do well? Oh. dear. no. Instead of those clever Jewish character sketches he writes au over-long book about art and the Acadians, with which everybody Is bored. Look at Jerome K.

Jerome we loved his Three Men, we adored Montmorency, we lived in that boat, we thought out his Idle thoughts with that dearest of Idje Fellows, but nowadays he says he wants to do better work, which means that he wants to go over the heads of his readers and beyond himself. That Instead of sticking to bis last he wants to paint realistic pictures. You don't like the comparison of a writer with a shoemaker? Well, if you wore an uncomfortable shoe you would never appreciate an interesting book. Stanley Weyman's first stories bore a comparison with Dumas' and lost nothing, but the greedy publisher called for more, and he takes his old characters and puts other clothes on tbeni and presents them to the public to make their bow. but alas! they are too old to stand the weight of the new robes and they topple over.

That is the trouble. As soon as a man makes a success with a book he grows scornful of the ladder which helped him over the chasm that lay between obscurity and fame. "It is the same way with magazines. One gets a prospectus that says that the ideal journal is about to appear. The first number is all your fancy painted it, full of delightful short stories, rich with pictures and having one or two serious articles to leaven the rest.

And eagerly you subscribe. In the nest number there is one short story and two serials starred, only a few pictures and five heavy articles, and you wish that magazine had never been born. I like pictures in a magazine. By the by. there Is a magazine that is devoted to pictures, and in which every woman is hoping to get.

I am saving mine to have them bound, for as the photographs of well-known people are- in theiu, people well known in every station In life, they will be quite as valunble to our grandchildren as the books of beauty are to us. One of the later numbers had a charming picture of Mrs. Burke-Roche in, and another a beautiful one of Melba. and, my dear, they have some new process bv which they turn out photographs for this, not by the dozen pip tures, not by the yard, but by the mile' As I have to buy mine, I am perfectly honest In what I say about it, and I assure you it is well worth getting, and It Is cheap and aptly enough It is called A book like that, you know, affords a lot of small talk after dinner when the men need to have subjects suggested to tbem." Then she stopped for a second to breathe, and while she was doing this a girl who was working in Berlin wool and wore a thimble with a band of turquoises aoout it asKea: "Did you ever collect news paper clippings? Well. I have been doing it lor a long wnile, and a man who Is sun- posed to kuow everything said that the wisest method was to put them in envel opes, and after the envelopes were all full, then to make a lot of books at a time.

I followed his advice, and the result is that I have envelopes full of scraps, and yesterday I thought I would look up all that I could about precious stones. The first ten scraps naa notning niPtoricai. excepting in regard to the tomato where it first grew. The nest twenty were given over to the history of the tear bottle, and the next thirty on how to get a good complexion and how to keep It. I threw the whole lot Into the fire and I made up my mind I would never collect newspaper clippings again.

By the by, I did come across one thing that was interesting. Did you know that years ago whistling was colled the devil's music and Is still strictly forbidden to the Jesuits. It is said the Emperor William objects very much to whistling on the street, and some people say that is because an old English servant told him of an Irish legend which asserts that every time a woman whistles the heart of the Blessed Virgin bleeds, because a woman stood by and whistled as the nails were being forged that were afterwards put in the cross." A pretty girl, who had simply been listening, said: "Well, I never heard that before; stili, there are so many things one never hears, and while you have been talking I have been making a riddle. This is it: Why Is the life of Mrs. Dash, the old coquette, like the history of England? You can't guess It? Oh, bother! Because It tells of the Conquest and the Reformation.

Stupid? Weil, I suppose It Is; but you couldn't do any better. Speaking of doing any better did you ever try to please everybody? I have, and the sad result Is that nobody is pleased, and I get nothing for my pains." The best dressed woman then inquired: 'Did you hear that the jersey was coming In fashion again? All the French and English papers say so. but for my part I hope It is uot true. It is a dowdy garment, not feminine, and I consider It was very well named when Worth called it a 'cache which baldly translated, means a 'slut French women wouldn't wear them until they were elaborately trimmed and their individuality lost. By the by, it is curious to see how women are graded In different countries.

In America, when we say a girl is beautiful, we mean she has lovely hair, an exquisite skin, perfect features, handsome eyes and a beautiful figure. A great deal is demanded. In Spain they are satisfied if a woman is coquettish and has lovely eyes. In England, if she is a good figure, has a good walk, and is well groomed. In France, if she Is perfectly dressed and has charming manners, and.

personally, I think the Frenchman not only asks for, but gets the best." Speaking of French women. I came across this the other day in a letter of George Sand to her son, and I thought It worth while SAILS ON THE RARITAN CANAL A Woman of Vast Strength and a History. Not Afraid of Trouble and Has Had It of a Kind That Few Women Look For How She Married Dick Taylor Pulling a Caual Boat Into Trenton. From a Correspondent of The Timri. Titusvillb, June 21.

The oldest if not the only female captain of a canal boat In the United States Is Elizabeth Went worth, owner of the Jerushy Ann. which plies between the quarries along the feeder of the Delaware and Rarltan Canal and points along the Delaware river as far south as Bordentown. Liza, as the woman Is familiarly called, confesses td having lived 62 years, but her appearance hardly warrauts that figure, for she Is tall, broad-shouldered, has a face without a wrinkle, and there are but few gray hairs on her head. She has spent all her days on a canal boat and for about forty years she has been captain of her own craft. Every canalboat captain who knows Liza declares that she understands her business from A to izzard and there Is no man along the woman's course who cares to offer her Insult or Impudence, for she has a record back of her that shows her to be capable of taking care of herself.

The woman's strength Is remarkable and wonderful stories are told by the canalboat-men of the exhibitions of her power they have witnessed. Several years ago Liza entered a saloon where there was a dozen or so tough characters looking for sport. Among the number was Sam Bo lies, a big, strapping darkey employed on a canalboat Bolles was as strong as an ox and he knew it. It was all he had to boast of and he lost no opportunity to talk about It. This was In South Trenton.

Bolles had heard of Liza and when she drifted Into the saloon the first thing he did was to walk up to her, pick her up and set her on the bar. It was done In the twinkling of an eye and before Liza fairly realized what bad happened the crowd was heartily guffawing at her expense, while Bolles stood a little way off slapping his legs and doubling himself up in paroxysms over bis achievement. When Liza fully realized what had taken place she picked up a beer glass that stood on the bur near her and let It drive at Bolles' head. It missed the mark, but Liza's mad was up and she came off the bar like a tigress and letting out with her right arm caught the darkey under the chin and sent him sprawling on bis back. Bolles was pretty lively himself and he was instantly on his feet, laughing and apparently enjoying what he thought was a joke, but his grin was suddenly cut short by a crack on the ear from Liza's open hand that made bis brain whirl, and then the woman's fist crashed Into bis face and he went endwise under a beer table.

Liza grabbed his feet, yanked hlnj out from under the table, picked him up. carried him across the room and sat him on the bar and dashed a mug of beer into his face. The woman hadn't uttered a word while doing the job and it had been accomplished Id a remarkably short space of time. Bolles took his medicine like a man, apologized to the woman, the two shook hands and there the trouble ended. Twenty years ago, when Day's tavern was in existence at Washington Crossing, Liza tied up ber canalboat there one night and went up to the tavern to take a quiet nip.

The barroom was a popular hang-out for farm hands and canalboatmen. On this particular night a stranger was present. He was a small man, and bis name was Richard Taylor. He was called Dick, for short. He worked on a farm near the town.

Nobody knew who he was or where he came from. He walked Into the town two weeks before, got a job with the farmer and did bis work faithfully, and as faithfully kept his personal affairs to himself. It became known that Dick was a wonderfully strong fellow, especially when his small stature was considered, and he was in the habit of going to the tavern nightly, and there, by exhibiting his power, getting all the good things he could pour down his throat without costing him a cent. The night that Liza happened to drop Into the tavern Dick was showing how easily he could raise two men, one with each band, off the floor. When the woman came Into the room Dick stood in the middle of the floor with Horace Gray and Sylvanno Dale dangling from his hands, which tightly clutched their coat collars.

Liza watched the feat and joined in the applause that followed It. Her presence was bailed with delight by the frequenters of the place, who saw ahead some real fun in the way of a contest between the two strong creatures. Somebody started the ball rolling by betting the drinks that Liza was stronger than Dick. Dick had his champions, and it was not long before Dick and Liza were doing such interesting things as lifting tables with four men sitting on them, lifting whisky barrels, around which ropes had been tied, off the floor with one hand and twisting a couple of packs of cards in two with the thumb and forefinger. Between these tricks the performers took Invigorating nips of apple whisky, and each dose seemed to put fresh strength Into their bodies.

Liza was evidently getting nettled, because she had been unable to do anything that Dick could not repeat with ease, and she began to make sarcastic remarks about his size. Dick took her sallies good naturedly and continued to do all the feats that she accomplished. At last, evidently thoroughly mad, Liza strode across the floor, picked up a barrel of apple whisky that had never been tapped, and bringing It over laid It on the bar. While the spectators were applauding she looked at Dick, as much as to say "Do that If you can." Dick calmly walked to ftie bar, lifted the barrel of whisky, carried it across the room and laid it down on the same spot from which Liza bad taken It. Everybody looked in blank amazement at the little man.

Liza leaned on the bar and eyed him with a puzzled expression on her face. "You're pretty strong," said Dick to her, "but you can't expect to do as much as a man." "Man!" shouted Liza, stung to the quick. "You don't call yourself a man, I hope." "Yes I do." replied Dick, calmly, "and there ain't no use in you're tryln' to out-llft me, for you can't do it." This, was the first time In her life that Liza had met anybody as strong as she was, and It was pretty hard- to have her honors picked to pieces right there where everybody knew her. "Do a trick that I can't do," cried the woman. "On one condition," said Dick.

"If I do a trick that you can't do, you must marry me." "I'll do It." said Liza promptly. Dick pulled off bis coat. "Jim," said he to the man behind the bar. "knock the bung out of that barrel of whisky, will you?" Jim promptly knocked out the bung. Going over to the barrel Dick fixed his fingers firmly under the chimbs at each end and setting his feet apart lifted the barrel to his knees.

For an instant be rested, then with his little frame trembling under the weight of the cask be pulled it up to his chest, tipped It and took a swig of the contents from the bnnghole. He set the barrel on the floor and calmly said, "Do that." Liza actually had a look of pain on her face. "I couldn't do It with these clothes on," she. said. "If I had clothes like your'n I could.

This here dress'll Interfere." "I've got a pair of trousers and a coat In I PLANS THE WOMAN'S BUILDING The Competition in Wliich the Niece of the Late Chief Justice Won Such a Very Considerable Prize Miss Mercur's Study of Her Profession' Has Been Thorough and Painstaking. It is by this time pretty generally known that Miss Elise Mercur, of Pittsburg, has been the successful competitor for the plan of the Woman's Building for the International Cotton States Exposition. This honor was won over double as many women architects as competed for the Woman's Build- ing of the World's Fair. Pennsylvanians can all take unto themselves a measure of pride in Miss Mercur's success, and Phila- delphlans may claim an equal measure with Pittsburg, since Miss Mercur has studied much in the art schools of this city, and credits her success largely to the thorough training received here. Miss Mercur is a many-sided young wo man, and bad she chosen to make portrait-painting, literature or music her profession.

she could have been equally successful in either: but It was her remarkable success in drawing and modeling while at the Academy of the Fine Arts that drew her to her present profession when change of fortune made It necessary for her to become a bread-winner. Miss Mercur has the advantage of having been well-born. She conies from a clever family. The late Chief Justice Mercur was her uncle. Her mother, Anna Hubbard Mercur, has poetical talents well known In literary circles, particularly through her Columbian Exposition souvenir, "Cosmos and Other Poems." Another daughter, Lillian Mercur, has earned a reputation as a clever contributor to the current literature of the day.

Dr. Mercur, of Pittsburg, well known In his profession, is of this family. Mrs. Mercur gave each of her children the advantage of European education, living abroad and studying with them herself. Miss Mercur received her education from the best teachers In France and Germany, and speaks both languages.

She had four years training in music, in one of the con servatories of Germany, and her talent as a musician is said by those who know to be exceptional. She is a valuable member of the Afternoon Musical Club, of Pittsburg, which meets at "The Maples." otherwise the splendid home provided by that doughty politician, C. L. Magee, for his music-loving wife. This house is said to have one of the finest music rooms in the country.

Miss Magee's fad being that of chaperon or godmother to all talented musicians who come within her reach. Of Elise Mercur as architect It must be said that iu the six years she has devoted to the work she has gained a wide and enviable reputation and one that would have turned the head of a less well-balanced woman. But there Is not the least nonsense about her. She wears her honors as a man would, but let me hasten to say the man-like begins and ends with that. Also she wears her clothes as any other womanly woman does, and of the same cut and kind, certain newspaper statements to the contrary notwithstanding.

To be sure it was a bit humiliating to New York to have its several women architects defeated on this competition, as it had been for the Woman's Building for the World's Fair. But It was also a mean revenge to publish Miss Mercur as stalking around in male attire while superintending the construction of her buildings. Miss Mercur, like our owu Minerva Parker Nichols, says she has not found her dress (which is a la mode from bonnet to boot) the least hindrance to the free and uninterrupted use of brain and limb. She is more and more in love with her work as the days go by and recommends It as a profitable and enjoyable profession for women and one In which they will meet with the most courteous treatment from brother architects. After making a special study of indus trial art modeling Miss Mexcur entered the office of an architect just as a young man would have done, and all along has studied and practiced at the same time.

Iu addition to superintending the construction of the woman Building at Atlanta she has on band the new college at Beaver and other public buildings in and about Pittsburg. It is said of her that she Is as punctual at her office, as prompt in the execution of her plans, as thorough in the superintending of the erection of buildings as any man could be and yet those who have known her best and longest declare she has not lost In any of the graces peculiar to women. Me ONLY A PRECAUTION It Was Not Coldness or Indifference That Caused the Change. From Truth. There is something missing." The slight look of displeasure that came over Bertram Calloway's face as he entered the room and gnzed at the empty space near the wall, showed that he keenly felt the apparent slight that bad been put upon hiin by the disappearance of the most useful article of furniture.

Merriam," he said sternly, why have you had the sofa removed?" I thought it best, dear." she replied simply. You thought it best," he repeated. "And so this is the way I am treated after the calls I have made upon you three times a week, not including Sundays and holidays, during the past six months. You have taken it upon yourself to do this without consulting me. May I ask," he continued, with a slight sneer, "why you thought it best?" i You may," she replied, her face calm with the conviction that she was right, "I had it taken away, dear, to have two extra legs put on it." MISS ELISE the next room.

Liza. If you want to put them on and try it." said the bartender. "Git 'em," said the woman. The trousers and coat were produced. Liza retired to put them on and when she returned she was evidently somewhat embarrassed, but she went to the barrel and set about the task of raising It to her chest.

She got It as far as her knees without trouble, but when she attempted to raise It so that she might get her Hps to the bnnghole she failed. She exerted herself to the utmost, but the cask bung and the woman finally laid tt down and acknowledged that she was beaten. The next day Dick claimed bis wager. The two were married and for three years they passed up and down the caual apparently perfectly happy. Liza was exceedingly proud of the man's Btrength and boasted that she and her husband were the strongest couple in the country.

Dick was finally stricken with malarial fever and died. Liza, for a time was Inconsolable. Suddenly she took a turn assumed ber maiden name and made an effort to forget that she was ever married. A few years ago when Liza was about half way between Titusville and Trenton, coming down the canal, the mule drawing the boat was suddenly taken sick and aiea. The woman was anxious to reach Trenton that day and getting the boy who had been driving the mule to take the tiller she went on to the towpath and placing the rope over ber shoulders pulled the boat into ronton, arriving there on schedule time.

Liza has made her business pay and she Is reputed to be worth upwards of fifty thousand dollars. She has had many offers of marriage, but has never cared to venture upon the matrimonial sea since Dick died, She lives on the canal boat, the cabin of which is luxuriously furnished. When the boat isn't moving she nowadays spends most of her time below deck playing the violin, at which she has become expert. WHERE'S YOUR DIAMOND Two Traveling Salesmen Enjoy a Quiet Game of Pool. From the Chicago Record.

Two traveling salesmen, more familiarly known to the world as "drummers," were "doing the town." One of them wore a huge diamond ring on big left hand. "I left all my sparklers at home," said his friend. "It's not safe to wear 'em around here in Chicago, especially when a man's out at night." "I'll risk it," answered the other. "I've never lost any jewelry yet and I've been in some pretty tight places." So they went from place to place, drinking a good deal, talking a good deal and spending money. At last they found themselves In a smoky little billiard hall, playing a game of pool with some men whom they bad never seen before.

The diamond on the drummer's finger sparkled aud flashed temptingly. After they had played for an hour or more two of the men In the game did not respond when their turns came, and they could not be found anywhere in the room. To enable them to understand this strange action the two drummers ordered drinks. "Where's your diamond?" suddenly shouted the drummer who had left his Jew elrv at. home.

The other eazed helnlessly at his hand. Some clever thief armed with a pair of pin cers naa ninpen me aiamona neany irom irs serrinir. leavinz rne rine unaisiurnea. "Call the notice. I've been robbed.

I know the men, I can point 'em out" and the drummer rushed maaiy toward tne doorway. The crowd expressed the greatest excitement, shouting and offering advice all in a Dreatn. Two officers were soon on the spot, and they took minute descriptions of the thieves. the names of everybody who knew anything about the an air, ana tnen gave tue iniorma-tion, with wise shakes of their heads, that Pinch Murphy and Ball Dooley, "way-up men," had been seen hanging around the neighborhood for a week past. The drummer bemoaned his loss bitterly, and his friend assured everybody that the ring wasn't worth a cent less than $300.

After a time the two drummers were alone. "I told you It ud get nipped," said the one who had been wise enough to leave his jewelry at home. "Oh. off." was the reply. "It was only paste.

I paid a quarter for It." "What are you kicking up all this fuss for then?" growled the other, Hngrlly. "D'you s'pose I wanted those felows to know I wore paste diamonds?" THE BICYCLE A MIRACLE Its Lightness and Weight-Carrying Capacity Compared. From, the Engineering Magazine. It seems absolutely impossible that a wheel thirty Inches in diameter, with a wood rim and wire spokes, so light that the whole structure weighs only twenty ounces, should sustain without permnuent distortion the weight of four men standing on Its side, with supports at four points only under the rim, and no hub support whatever. It also seems Incredible that a cycle capable of carrying a man of 160 or 175 pounds In weight can be made so light that the whole structure weighs less than nine pounds.

Yet this has been done; even at the roadster weight of twenty-two or twenty-four pounds, the cycle carries a greater load with safety than has ever been put on any other vehicle. The influence of the cycle on social life Is already great, aud will probably constantly extend, as it provides an outdoor sport and amusement for women, which did not previously exist In any form In America. American women are not walkers, but the cycle Is perhaps even better suited to woman's use roan man ana seems uestmea to aau an outdoor element to the life of woman the world over which was not possible without the "winged wheel." The miracle of the bicycle lies In its birth, death and resurrection; in Its Incredible load-bearing power in proportion to weight; in Its displacement of the horse as a means of pleasure, and In the selection of its mechanical details of compressed air support, tubular rraming ana chain nnvmg. All of these are details often before Introduced in machines, but never before permanently retained. That these cast-offs are undeniably power-savers is convincingly proved by the continued use under human muscle driving power.

Finally, the one great achievement of the bicycle Is to increase the human powers of locomotion so that the slow-footed man Is made one of the swiftest of all running creat res. The Other One. Sweet little maid with winsome eyes That laugh all day through the tangled hair, Gazing with baby looks so wise Over the arm of the oaken cbair, Dearer than you is none to me, Dearer than you there can be none, Since in your laughing face I see Eyes that tell of another one. Here where the fire-light softly glows. Sheltered and safe, and snug and warm, What to you is the wind that blows.

Driving the sleet of the winter storm? Bound your head the ruddy light Glints on the gold from your tresses spun, But deep is the drifting snow to-night Over the head of the other one. Hold me close as you sagely stand, Watching the dying embers shine; Then shall I feel another hand That nestled ouce in this hand of mine, Poor little band, so cold and stilt. Shut from the tight of stars and sun, Clasping the withered roses still That bide the face of the sleeping one. Laugh, little maid, while laugh you may, Sorrow comes to us all, I know Better, perhaps, for her to stay Cnder the driftingrobe of snow. Sing while you may your baby songs, Sing till your baby days are done But, oh the ache of the heart that lougs Night and day for the other ore.

The Bookman. Experiment! Have Given Surprising and Pleasing Results. From the San Francisco Examiner. Frank M. Smith, the borax king, believes that he has solved the problem of preserving fresh fruit so It can be put on the Eastern market in a satisfactory condition.

For some time he has been experimenting with borax and finds the ingredients of that salt adapted for precluding vegetable decomposition. The discovery is the result of a suggestion made to Mr. Smith one day while lunching with a friend. The gentlemen were discussing the success that had attended the experiment of borax ing fresh meat, when r. Smith was asked why he had never tried preserving fruit in the same way.

He said It bad never occurred to him, but that afternoon he gave the matter so much thought that as soon as he returned to his home iu East Oakland he packed several pounds of cherries Iu a box of powdered borax. This box was placed in the cellar aud alongside of It he placed a large glass dish filled with the same kind of fruit. Then he awaited developments. The next day he visited the cellar and found the cherries In the dish were beginning to turn. In three days they were so decomposed that it was necessary to throw them away.

In order to make a good test he determined not to disturb the packed cherries for three weeks. At the termination of that time the box was opened and the fruit was as fresh and in as good a condition as when first placed there. Mr. Smith was amazed, and he was delighted over the result, aud determined to experiment on a lareer scale. He bad a quantity of cherries packed in a barrel of borax and sent to Chicago by slow freight.

Last week he received a telegram saying the fruit had arrived in perfect condition and was bringing surprisingly high prices. Since then a number of barrels of cherries have been packed in borax, and are now ready for shipment East. As fast as the different varieties of fruit ripen experiments will be made by Frank C. Havens at Rose Crest Villa, his place at Vernon Heights. Oakland.

The experiments will be on an extensive sale. As the experiments on the different fruits prove successful barrels of the fruit will be packed and sent to the East and Europe. Whenever au experiment Is pronounced successful It will be published for the benefit of growers and commission men who may wish to preserve their stock. "There is no patent on this discovery," said Mr. Smith.

"It is free to all. and I regard It of the utmost value In the working out of the problem of domestic economy. The same borax can be used over and over again, and thluk of the amount of unnecessary domestic waste that will be avoided by preserving fruit this way. Trivate families, as well as hotels and restaurants, can have their borax bins at smalt expense in which they can constantly keep an assortment of fresh fruit. The experiment is as yet In Irs Infancy, and I am loath to claim too much for it, but from the tests we have made it is reasonable to believe the system of borax preserving will play an importaut part in the commercial world." ABOUT GOOD CLOTHES They Are an Index of Ourselves by Which Others Judge Us.

From the San Francisco Argonaut. The business woman cannot afford to disregard the conventionalities of dress. She who is wisest and most far seeing follows in the wake of present-day fashions, avoiding exaggeration or absurdities so far and so long as possible, but even adopting them when she finds herself forced to do so or remain conspicuous among women. Men have small patience with the woman who departs from conventional dres standards, nor have they much admiration for that other woman who holds all matters of dress in contempt and regards her clothes as a question of covering only. The woman whose dress is neat, stylish, becoming and suitable to the time and place Is the woman with whom they like best to deal.

They do not want diamond earrings to flash In their eyes when dictating to their stenographer, but they resent it as almost an affront to themselves if her dress is antiquated In pattern, ill-fitting and unbecoming. True, they have not deep objections to dress reform so long as it is cleverly concealed. They do not object to an uneorseted figure when the carriage is such that the lack of corsets cannot be detected: but they are very apt to make remarks about the poor woman who throws away her stays and does not learn to use her backbone. Good clothes may not be an essential to success but they are more or less of an Index of ourselves and It is only the women who are sure of their position in every way who can offord to let the index be misleading. Business women who are depending upon their own exertions for' a comfortable livelihood dare not do so.

Here's a State of Things. From the London Truth. Science, dear Lady Betty, has diminished hope, knowledge destroyed our illusions and experience deprived us of Interest. Here, then. Is the authorized dictionary of discontent: What Is creation? A failure.

What Is life? A bore. What is man A fraud. What is woman? Both a fraud and a bore. What is beauty? A deception. What is love? A disease.

What is marriage? A mistake. What is a wife? A trial. What is a child? A nuisance. What is the devil? A fable. What is good? Hypecrisy.

What is evil? Detection. What is wisdom? Selfishness. What is happiness? A delusion. What is friendship? Humbug. What is generosity? Imbecility.

What is money? Everything. And what is everything? Nothing. Were we. perhaps, not hannler when we were monkeys? Ifot Up to Date. From the Washington Star.

Mandy," said Farmer Corntossel, the world moves an' weorter move with it. But I'm afeeard that out in this part the country we're purty nigh certain ter get left." nut tne matter, josiar?" We're li vin' on the slowest railroad on earth." Thet's a fact." The clock's never less'n four hours slow." Never." Well. I've discovered thet it's wuns'n that. looked at the thermometer an' that'sthree months behindhand at the lowest calculation.1' Why They Came Late. From the New York Weekly.

Husband (in hat and overcoat) Good gracious Haven't you got your coat on yet Wife" It's all fixed except tucking in my dress sleeves so they won't get mussed. I'll be ready in half an hour." HAIR GOODS of a New Construction The Latest Novelties Pompons, Side Bangs, Back Frizzets Especially adapted fot Youns Ladies. ThM trnnria mari An an entirely new principle. The root end of the hair ia A-'neld: in place by twisted A wire, ma kins the (roods more durable without twins ia bulky. A great improve.

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JOSEPHIKE VAN DYCK. 311 S. TWELFTH VJRT taken because it is the fashion, or because it Is a healthy drink, However, one may as well drift Into slang about It, and announce that it not only goes, but permeates. It is a pretty-looking drink, and in the tall soda glasses, with a lot of cracked Ice, suggests English life In India, and makes one feci very smart. When everybody's thirst was allayed, a girl announced that she was going to read something.

At first everybody objected, but when she said it was the his tory of the origin of rice throwing at weddings, everybody agreed to listen, for everybody, that is, every woman body, loves anything connected with a wedding. This was what she read: "Fifteen hun dred years before Christ there lived in Sbansl a most famous and devilish sorcerer whose name was Chap. One day a Chinese gentleman, a Mr. Pang, came to consult him, and Chao, not feeling well that day. brought a lively tortoise to assist him.

and learned that Mr. Pang, notwithstanding his long queue and his satin robe, would only live six days longer. This was sad news to the noble Pang, but he hoped. He sought out a lady sorcerer, not quite so devilish, rejoicing in the name of Peach Blossom, and to ber he told bis sad taie. She consulted the stars.

They told the same story, but she brought her sorcery to bear upon them, and behold his days were made loncer. On the evening of the seventh day Mr. Pant took a little walk and met the devilish Chao, who was greatly mortified to find that be was alive, and more ang'y still to discover that the fair Peach Blsom knew more sorcery than he did. S'j be plotted against her. The Chao sent a messenger to her parents to ask if she were still unmarried.

They said she was. He then announced that he had a son who would like to wed her. He fooled them so that the wedding cards were sent out and the time set. He selected the most unlucky day in the year, when if the fair Peach Blossom ascended the red chair, proper for a bride, a wicked bird would destroy her with his powerful beak. By the by, I beg to say this is not the Dinkey Bird spoken of by Eugene Field as singing in the Amphalula tree.

But the fair Peach Blossom said, very properly: "Ho ho. I do not fear this wily man; I will go and outtrick him." So when the wedding morning came, she ordered that all the servants and all her friends should throw rice as they walked ahead of her, for she knew that the wicked bird, being greedy, would stop to eat the rice, and so he never sow Peach Blossom pass, because be was afraid he would miss a single grain. When she arrived at Cbao's bouse, however, there was no bridegroom; but a maid was assigned to ber, and toe two girls entered a beautiful room, where there was a bed of gold dressed in satin and lace. and intended for the lovely Peach Blossom. But she knew that in the night the wicked bird would come again, and so she said to the maid: "Go thou to bed first." And the maid obeyed her and went to sleep.

And all night long Peach Blossom walked the floor, aud the wicked bird came, and thinking the sleeping maid was Peach Blossom gobbled her up. When the first rays of the sun appeared Peach Blossom fled the house, and was met by her own true lover, Mr. Pang, and they were wed on a lucky day. But in memory of the past, rice was strewed before the bride, and all the good birds ate of it. And the wicked sorcerer was killed and quartered and drawn, and everything else that was dreadful was done to him, and Mr.

and Mrs. Pang lived happy ever after. Aud for all I know may be living still, for nothing Is impossible In China. Naturally we all laughed at this, and somebody said It was quite time to go upstairs and take a nap, and somebody else said: "Yes. It was a good idea to freshen up a little before the men came." And somebody else said: "What a boon men are." And everybody nodded affirmatively, and when I say everybody I include Bab.

CONCERNING A COIN Lost for Twelve Tears and Then Strangely Returned. From the Kansas City Star. Several days ago A. X. Moyer.

receiving teller of the Wyandotte National Bank, of Kansas City. found among his day's receipts a quarter of a dollar bearing the name of W. La Rue. Louisville. together with some heiroglyphics, the individual marks of a Royal Arch Mason.

He thought that the coin was undoubtedly a highly prized pocket piece, -and he directed a postal card to M. W. La Rue, Louisville, In the hope of finding the owner. He had almost forgotten the matter when he received a letter from Mr. La Rue.

who bad removed from Louisville to Cincinnati, and afterward to Wlnton Place, Ohio, of which village he Is now Mayor. He said that he had lost the pocket piece twelve years ago. and expressed himself very anxious to get it back, saying he would gladly pay for the coin and for Mr. Mover's trouble. Mr.

Moyer sent it by registered letter to Mayor La Rue, and Friday he received a letter from him acknowledging the receipt and inclosing 36 cents, which, he said, was to pay the expenses, 25 cents for the quarter, 1 cent for postal card and 10 cents for the registry stamp. He added: "The wanderings of my little mark may never be known, but I hope all its errands were those of beneficence. I grudge nothing of its performances, though, like many other wandering loved ones, its absence has been a source of many surmises, regrets, apprehensions and now and then a bitter pang of genuine grief, as its piace could never be filled except upon order of autaoritles not easy of access or always placable. Its possession entitles me to Masonic burial; to relief from Dressing temporary want and suarantees other privileges, immunities, that would be out of the power of hundreds and hundreds of coins of like weight to procure." The Inevitable Calamity. The christening was drawing nigh, The name waa not selected No sooner was there one proposed Than forthwith 'twas rejected.

Let's name the baby Lutille." The youthful pa suggestd, But fair Lucille kicked up a row-Mayhap, because the rest did. Whatever one would name the child The others thought "outlandish," And when Syndonia" was tried. Aunt Jane thought that too Let's name her said Uncle Bill Said grandpa, Try 'Deborah And from another county came Let's name her Jane Aurora.1 Well nigh ad infinitum were The cognomens suggested; In truth, 'twould make the angels weep To hear the lot contested. Said dear papa, Try my love, If that's what you intended;" But my love" shook her head, and so Discussion was extended. Eer eyes, those "mirrors of the soul," At last bespoke decision.

As thus her ultimatum was Pronounced with firm decision: It won't be it won't be Maud, But this is what it will be And sinking down exhausted said, "We'll name the baby Trilby New York Herald..