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THE TOPEKA DAILY CAPITAL: SKILL OF TEA TASTE.iS. ELECIRICIAN. A SAD ACCIDENT. IN THE FOREST. Ex HEXJZI LA VEDAX product are now tha property of the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad.

While in the Denver University Professor Short had devised his double reduction motor for street cars, and built his first road, an experimental one In the basement of the university building. Having resigned his professorship in 1883, he gave his- entire time to perfecting his wonderful motors, and in 1885 his' interest In practical railway work and his confidence in his own ability to succeed in what he undertook induced him to sever his connection entirely from the university. His railway motors were then put at work upon roads in Denver, St. Louis, Columbus, and other Western cities, both the underground conduit and the overhead trolley systems berng used. In June, 18S9, Prof ess.or Short went to Cleveland, where he interested that eminent electrician, Charles Francis Brush in hi9 inventions, and a company was formed, of which the Brush Electric Company is a large shareholder, to manufacture the machinery" and cars for his electric railways.

rulna blackened the scene before her eye. But she had a wonuin'a indomitable courage, and though her tongue dove to tha roof ot her mouto. aha managed to say: "And who is tha tutors Lady Clydesdale? To I know her at all? don't trunk you do. She's tha daughter of the Rector of 3tanmor, aai such aa Ui-worldly darling. Fancy," he cried, warm ing to his deaariptitu ot his beloved, "she' oa.y la town eaia ia her Lte, aai thia her first, ball.

Hu atxaa Daisy Daiay Field, aai she's aa treah and pure as hef name. Ah! thsra aha la. Let ma in traduce har." And tha next moment Mrs. Vaaaittart wxa be aring to a young girl about seventeen, wita browa hair rippLng back from a pure, pal face, dark starry eyas, and a dewy rosebud mouth, aid with aa further enhancement of her charm than came from a frock aad a wide white tush. Before Marian Vaaaittart lay down that night fihe endured the bltternes a of death daata to her love, death to her ambitions death to har social carer, death to her rapu-tatioa.

Dishonor and poverty watched by her pillow and kept her awake, hot-browed, aad wlda-eyed. till bread daylight. She looked eld and almost ugly as she got Into her habit next morning and prepared for her usual ride In th row. Only her desire sire to keap up appearances lent her strength to face the inevitable g03ip she would hear concerning Lord Clydesdale's engagement; but she felt sick and unhinged aa she caa- taered into the park gates and eaw the pair of lovers trotting down the tan ahead of her. "What do you think of Clydesdale's fiancee?" queried a dozen of her friends at tha end of the Row.

"She'a very pretty, but a little underbred." she replied, while th ball cf criticism wa3 tossd from one to another. "A lovely fresh skin." "But what a way of doing her hair." "Her fisuro promise well." "But gown last night at the Duchess ball! Such a sack of a thing." "Like her habit this morning?" "Oh. yei." piped" a precocious chit of fourteen. "And did you ever see such a aoat? She's out of her saddle half tha time, A touch would send har flying." The "party separated to let the Prince pas by. and Mrs.

Vansittart rede a Tho Idle chat buzzed ia her hot brain, "A fresh complexion." "A dowdy bad seat. A touch would aeai her Hying." How piercing that child' voice had been. "A touch would send her Sh put her mare, a skittiah chestnut brute, into a canter. "A touch would snl her flying." The mare's hoofs beat out tha persistent words from the soft tan ride. Two men trotted qiickly past.

They wer discussing an accident which had occurred la the Park the previous week. "By Jove!" bawled one to the other. "It wa's a mere touch, but it sent her flying." They trotted on, and Into the long vista, of the lady's mile crept two figures oa horseback. "That child was right." muttered Mrs. Vanclttart.

as she caught sight of "Miss Field is more out of the saddle thin she is in it. A touch would send her flying." Then the demon of and despair that lurks In every human body rose up and grew within her till it filled every fiber of ber brain, every pulse of her heart. Her eyes grew red. her passion-shaken hand dragfjed at the reins, nor spurred heel goaded tha chestnut mare to a frenzy. "A runaway! A runaway!" cried tha people, aa the mare thundered down the rcw, with a score of hard-riding men at her heels.

Women screamed and men turned white-with horror, a- the flying beast, with tha white-faced woman sitting down in the saddle, tore by. Riders fled like chaff before the wind, leaving the wide row a brown, broad strip of emptiness. Only Clydesdale and Daisy came slowly on, too absorbed In one another to hear the cries of warning and alarm which grew nearer every moment. "Out of the way there!" shouted a mcunted policeman pounding heavily up. He pointed ahead, and Clydesdale looked to where tba chetrtnut, with starting eyes and bleeding mouth, was bearing swiftly tcward them.

burst cut the most frightful howlings, a tempest of great eobs. which seemed to cry out for help, and to call the eighteen leagues of forest to witness this terr.ble deed. Kolcpherne had commenced to bray. Upon hearing tnase sinister clamors, cutting Into the silence of tha night, and wo.ch- were not immediately explainable, tha assassin had dropped tha knifs and ta hi3 feet. The ass.

stopped. tha man was still listening, filled with fright, when a calm voica, coming from the bottom of th's cart, asked him: "Have you any ma takes?" "Yes; but whyT" replied tha man, startled. "Light one or two." said the priest. "1 want to find something I have lC3t." Shaking like a drunken man and disarmed by the heroism of the Cure, the having some half-broken matches la his pocket; struck cne upon his trousers; the flame flickered, and by its light he saw the Abbe on all fours, in the bottom of the cart, picking up an cbject. Rising, the lattsr seated himself, and, holding his hand to the glass of the lantern, he lighted up a little crucifix cf common wood.

Then, In a voice without the slightest trace of emotion, he said: "This is a crucifix, which I always carry In my belt; I heard it drop, and it would have vexed me very much to have lost It, for I think a great deal of It, a great deal. Come, get along, lazy bones!" And the ass trotted on. "Why da you hold so much to your plaything?" asked the man, after a few sec-ends, vlth vexation. "Why. my friend.

I will tell you. This little crucifix, which you see here (and he approached it again to the lantern), haa been kissej by seventeen. porsons, at the moment of 'their death, and by men who have died a (adder death than you could ever guess." "What? By fire or by cholera?" "Much worse." than cholera?" "Yes, I assure you. They were guillotined." I Boue!" and some moments s-ped by in silence. The night wt3 brighter.

In a square patch of clear ky a half dozen stars, looking lost in the surrounding blackness, trembled. And the priest slowly and gravely commenced to talk in his conressional vIce, without seeming to directly addres3 his companion. "Yo3, my friend, seventeen died. a3 I told you a few moments ago. One does not forget thojo tnings when one has been chaplain at La Requeue." "Ycu? You were at the Grande Piaule, the Piaule des Garcons?" "Yes, for eleven years." "Oh, what have I time! What have I dona? Pardon me.

my dear chaplain, I am a calf to have dared But the Abbe continued, without seeming to have heard him: "I remember them all amaze, Adriamat, Chaulot." "Chaplot, who killed the dentist's cook?" "Yes." "I knew him: we were together in "He confessed. He died a good death. Before the scaffold humbly asked pardon of all the world. Yes. Chaulot behaved well in that moment.

And then all the others. Petit Paul Saumoine all of them kissed thi3 crucifix. I cail it my crucifix of a good death This is why I prize it." Tha man breathed heavily for a few moments. Finally, gathering up his courage, he said: "I do not know, M'sieu Abbe, If it was by teach that that yeu were chaplain of La Grande Piaule cr if I am dreaming, but it seems to me that I owe you a regret for not behaving properly." The cure did not permit him to continue. "That good; do not let us talk of It any more.

Without doubt you were not nice a little while ago, but that 13 past. What ails you my poor fellow? Weary of life? Life goes hard with you no work; I can see that, and then one night you lose your haa'd, all because 1: Is night. Foolishness, nothing more. Leave those thing3 to rogues, to sooi-for-nothings. But you have been brought up well; you have learned your catechism "Yes, but it is to long ago." "I can see that.

And then you were a soldier; by my faith, that is such a good calling. I myself liko soldiering so much that if I had not gone to the seminary I woult have gone to the barracks. No, all tali is not so bad as it might be. You have had things go wrorg with you. We know what that Is; we have had them ourselves.

You will tell rue all about them to-morrow as wo drink a glass of currant wine, and we will ai range matters better. Just now I am going to Thiezy to take the blessed sacrament, to Dame Doradoux, as you know. You are willing to accompany me, are you not?" The man groaned: "You may be sure that I am not going to refuse you. I will go where you lead me." "All right! When we have finished we will both return to Chauvigny; you will pass the night In tha presbytery, and tomorrow morning we will talk matters over, after I have said my mass. Do you agree?" "Yes.

I agree," replied the man, "because I will do all that you wish me to." A quarter of an hour later, when they entered the only room of the fiagwoman's home, there was no need to arprcach the bed, upon which motionless and l2y Dame Doraicux, to ses that she wa3 dying. Upon the doer sill the man muttered between his teeth: "She will not come to. Then is moey he-" su The AVi-nffi di 'y et si te 1 by a lh-bor. who had cins waxj vita the -y-Ing woman, to make preparations for hr.r cemmunion. While he took off his overcoat and laid upon the bureau between two lighted candles the little silver gilt box.

which inclosed the Host, the man standing in the doorway gazed In astonishment on the bare walls cf tha room, cn the modest furnishings, on the alcove. In which lay the cyir.g woman, her features lighted with ar. Inexpressible serenity. In a corner on a straw chair had been thrown her tarpaulin hat. with the red woolen flag tightly rolled in lt3 leather cover.

Neither ont nor the other would ever serve the poor woman again. And the sight cf this Sag. a corner of which escaped from Its sheath. Jcfessor Sidney Hcwe Short's Ex- periments With Motors. STREET RAILWAYS HIS HOBBY.

to Bis Rearclies In Largely Due tb.e aaslng of the Car Hone-Success ful Even Wheu a Boy. JUKUm la mug. Hiu u.iiuaei jr a newly three-quarters of a century ago, when laving by an experiment discovered the pos sibilities of the electric arc. Faraday's XWenas declared that he cad gone crazy yet soma or tnem uvea to see tne uunimeni. at his prophecy.

To-day electricity is no longer king, because it has been brought under subject control by man, and the kingship ba3 been transferred from the Invisible, yet potent fluid, to the men who VUllklU! lb Bliu iiavg it to the uae of man. We no more think of Michael Faraday, Volta, Galvanland our own Benjamin Franklin, who snatched lightning from Heaven by the medium of a kite string and a brass key, and a score or more of other experimentalists in the then newly discovered field of electrical science. They were but infants playing with the greatest power of the universe, which they knew neither how to grasp nor to put to practical use, if they had graBpea it. The electricians of to-day, beginning with the deceased Morse of magneto-electric telegraph fame are men of genius to whom those of days gone by were mere pigmies of learning. One of these men; the greatest in his particular line, that of the discoverer of the propelling power of certain kind3 of electrical machinery, is profeseof Sidney Howe Short of Cleveland, Ohio.

He Is a veritable giant in the field of electric power, to which his inventive power is the field magnets and his active and thoughtful brain la the armature. He is today to the electric railway systems of the TPnited States what Bru3h is to electric light- ing, Bell is to telephony, Morse was and Edison Is to telegraphy and Gamowell Is to fire alarm and other electric signalling the pre-eminent, and i3 known a3 the "Trolley King." Professor" Sidney Howe Short. B. ex- Vlce-President and Professor of Cbemics and Cheml3try at the University of Denver, the eminent and electrical engineer and Inventor, now of Cleveland, was born in Columbus. In 1851 He Is purely of Puritan descent, his ancestors coming to this country early in the seventeenth century.

Later generations joining in the great tidal wave of emigration from New England to the West, the Shorts became one of the early pioneer families to Ohio, where the subject of this sketch was born. Professor Shorfa early years were spent in Columbus, bis primary education being secured in the public schools of that city. Later having passed through the common schools he became a student In the Capital University at Columbus, leaving that to enter the Ohio State University, where he became a student under and laboratory assistant in the technilogical department to the eminent Professor Mendenhall. Upon Professor Menden-hall being called to the University of Tokio in Japan, young Short succeeded to his vacant professorship and became the laboratory PROFESSOR SIDNEY HOWE SHORT. director In 1879 of the Ohio State University one year before he graduated, as his graduation did not occur until 1880.

When quite young, the natural inclination of Professor Short's mind was toward electrical experiments and research, yet it is probable that his first real interest in the demonstrated science of electricity wa3 awakened when as a boy in the public school he listened to a lecture by Professor MendeahalL Always after that he was a student In electricity, his whole time out of school being spent in experimenting with eld batteries and second-hand material furnished him by Charles Ross, at that time Columbus Manager for the Western Union Telegraph Company. Before he was 14 years of age he had become an expert telegraph operator, and had filled his home with all sorts of electrical devices. At one time he had all the house clocks connected in circuit so they could be wound from a central station at the same time. A stroke of lightning finally burned out this ingenious device, at the same time ruining every clock iu the house. He then constructed a system of burglar alarms throughout the house with the alarm bells at the head of Lis bed.

This contrivance frequently caused great excitement in the family, but wa3 never called into use by the place actually being burglarized. While examining the Bell telephone apparatus at the Centennial In 1S76, Professor Short discovered that the principal of articulate transmission shown in the Bell Instruments were practically the same as an apparatus which he had already put into operation in the laboratory of the Ohio State University, merely for the transmission of sound signals without his ever having dreamed that it would transmit articulate speech. Returning home from Philadelphia he perfected a longdistance telephone transmitter which he patented and afterward sold to the Gold and Stock Telephone Company. After graduating from the Ohio State University In 1880 young Short went on a Visit to the University of Denver, Colorado, where he was offered the chair of Physics and Chemistry. While holding this dual vu.i iut my years, was elected vice-president of the university.

Soon after his arrival st Denver Professor Short was taken violently Hi and came near dying. He attributed his 111- -ev mv Jwwi tuntu naCl Walll iitQ the city, was supplied, and immediately upon his ru.very made an analysis of the water, which resulted in the discovery of such impurities of a bacterial nature as to arouse public indignation to vue jouguesi piicu, anu ultimately caused the water works to be Bhut down. The final result of Professor Short's analysis was that Denver got new water works, with pure drinking water brought from a considerable distance. During the aezt two or three years he was called upon manv times to analyze stomachs far evidences of poisoning, soil to determine whether it contained minerals; which led to his discovery In 1883 of the material near Colorado, from which the celebrated Colorado cement, called superior iu ceieuraiea roruana, Is made. The cement works, which were Immediately erected to manufacture the By the Odor Alone Thzy Can Tell the Quality.

NO GUESSWORK IN -SYSTEM. Each Sample I Careful TTelstied aud the Erewii In Alwiyi Alike Very Little of It Is lusted. "It's not so much a cultivated taste as It Is a cultivated smell." said a laading tea expert, when I asked him to tell' me something about bi3 profusion. "Of course we sometimes taste, but the wine irom a cud oi tea 'fume3 from a cup of tea generally enable U3 ise of the value of the sample from which it is brewed." The expert was seated at a round table around the edes of which were ranged a circle of ordinary tea cups. Beside each cup was a small box containing a sample of tea.

An assistant 6tood at one side of the table and took from each of the little boxes a small quantity of tea, which he weighed carefully on an apothecary's scale end placed it in the cup opposite the box from which he had tak-n the eampla. The top of the table revolved and when the first of the cup3 had come around to his sida again he stopped the weighing Then he took up a big brass kettle and filled each cup with boiling water. After allowing the cups to stand for a minute or two ths expert began his work. He held his head down over the cup3 so as to allow him to inhale the fumes from the cups. He brought up the leaves from the bottom of the cup with a spoon and smelled those also.

Then he took up the sample bag and poured some of the dry leaves Into his hand. He turned the sample over carefuly and then said to the assistant: 367, very choppy, XA." The assistant made an entry to that eCect in a book he held in his hand and the expert explained to me that those hierogiyphics indicated that the sample numbered SC7 was Imperfect so far as the leaves were concerned and that it3 selling value wa3 indicated by the letters XA. The process continued till the samples had been disposed of. Not pnes did the expert find it necessary to taste the decoction in order to give his judgment as to the value of the sample from which it had been brewed. "But do experts never taste teas in making up their judgment?" I asked, for although I had heard of expert "tea-tasters" this was my first acquaintance with "tea-smelier." "English experts always taste, but Americans find that they can judge as nicely by the smell as by the taste, and we claim that we have just as good judges on this side as there are on the other side, and when it comes to certain kinds of teas we are sure that our Judgment is better than theirs.

They know more about the Indian and Ceylon products and of Congous and Souchons, but Americans can give them points in the valuation of Oolongs, Japans, and, in fact, all green teas, for our markets consume more of them." The expert from whom I obtained my information i3 a graduate of both the "tasting" and "smelling" schools. He learned the tea business in Dublin, where he was apprenticed to an expert for a term of five years, and paid 500 tor the privilege of. learning. The American expert does not serve an apprenticeship, but goes Into a tea merchant's service just as he would engage in any other business, and learns aa he goes. And he always judges by smell.

If his nose Is not of the proper kind, he soon discovers Its weakness through the losses suffered by his employer, and the rule in that case is to find some man who can smell to better advantage. The fact that this work can be properly done without tasting i3 greatly to the advantage cf the health of the expert. The fusei oil that is contained in the tea does not effect him as the snme ingredient of whisky effects the drunkard, aud the tannin does not go into his interior anatomy to play havoc with the delicate membranes of his stomach. His nose may In time take on a sunset tint, but that does not indicate that the other parts of his physical organism are not in good order. An American expert, I was Informed, can accomplish almost double the work of an Englishman at the same bU3ines.

The revolving table has come Into use on the other side, and the English ta3ter has his tea brewed in liuie pots that hold abjut a cupful, and which are ranged along a high bench. He must stand on his feet and move hera and there till he to the end of the row on the bench. He ba3 not yet learned that by the use of the revolving table he can sit at his ease and accomplish more in the cours? of the day and he will not give up his little teapot any more than he will acknowledgs that American small can be to just a3 a nice a degrea as can English taste. He is "wsdJjd to his idols" and he is not to be persuaded that ha might give them up with advantage to his physical well-being. It is only after he comes to America, as was the case with the expert I have quoted, that ha Is convinced of the error of his ways and may be prevailed upon to depart therefrom.

In New York City there are hundreds cf expert and In San Francisco there are fully as many more connected with the importing houses there. They are piid well for their knowledge If it is worth anything and the with which they perform thir work is marvelous. Any good expert is supposed tD be able to give the price of a sample of tea within two on the pound, and when it is considered that th? rane or prices is from ten cents up to more than a dollar they would appear to have full scope for the exeicise of good judgment. THE BICYCLE IN EUROPE. The Craze Ha Spread Like Wildfire All Over Kranc.

It is quite natural that France, and especially Paris, with their splendid roads should be a fa-orits habitat cf the bicyciist. Yet, the bicycle ha3 had seme enemies. The late President Carnct, who was not remarkable for the elasticity of his muscles, is said to have despised it. On the contrary, the King of Belgium admires the machine, and in tha race, Paris-Brussels, offered a gold watch to the victor. The little liing of Spain rides a little bicycle made for him in France.

Several of the Paris journalists are excellent cyclists. The hygienic value of the cycle as a means of exercise has been discussed by the Paris Academy of Medicine, a celsbrated raysiciau declaring that it was a frequent cause of heart d.seasa owing to the prolonged effort and to the fear of being run ever or cf running over somebody. Other doctors who are known te have a weakness for the machine combatted the theory, affirming that the pastime was extremely healthy exercised with But when a practice bacomes a mania it 13 exceedingly difficult to keep within reasonable bounds. The bicycle and its devotees furnish abundant matter to the caricaturist, wio does rot fail to use it Lbirally, and the advertisements cf rival makers present features that are really amusing. As to the caimpions of different nationalities, it is hard to tell which have the btst record, so many considerations enter inta the question.

The American. Zimmerman, met with ay equal for a short distance, though he was beaten by a tandem at Bordeaux. I'napnrectative. Mr. Goodfello Ah.

this fine, bracing weather. Mr. Bored I should say so: I've been braced a string of shiveriag tramps all my way dowa the avenua. BY JUSTIN A UOOfi. Ia a tiny bouSolr, all pink and blua hangings, and decorated with as many pink roses aa Osonebaer's famous "Pompadour." sat Mrs.

Van sit tart. Mrs. Van sit tart was a widow, and young. She was exceedingly pretty la a petite style, and wore a cloudlike arrangement of chiffon and lace that was a veritable masterpiece of Doucet's art. She should have been the happiest woman in London, and yet on that ho: July afternoon, when the hum of he long day throbbed on the hot air like' the roar ot waves, tho little lady was by way of posing as the most wretched of her sex.

Her golden hair was ruffled about Taw, white forehead, her small mouth was drawn into a dismal droop, her slender, beringed fingers twisted and untwisted themselves amid the ribbons and laces of her lap, while her blue eyes, which her non-admirers always said were a thought hard and calculating, were brimming with angry tears. "It's too bad of the man to threaten me like this," she cried to the pink roses and pale-tinted draperies about her. "To dare to hint that if I leave town without making seme arrangement to pay, he will make me a bankrupt!" her restless fingers twitched up a letter taat lay beside her "yes a bankrupt if I doo't ray Moss 5,000 before the end cf the month. Where am I to get It? and besides I must go to Goodwood and Cowes. Society would guess that something was wrong If I didn't turn up there.

Oh! why did I ever get mixed up with these horrid money-lenders? It all seemed so ersy at first, and so nice to be able to settle with the tradespeople, and Lydia Mordaunt, always gets her ready cash that way. vowfd that they wouldn't bother me. Of course, she has a fine allowance from her husband, and can pay back what she has borrowed, but kl She flunc her hands out with despairing gesture "a bankrupt if I don't pay. Heavens! what a scandal there would ba though I'm sure I don't know why. All the smart men 'co broke as they call it, and nobody minds, but it's bad form for a woman; looks as thouch she'd no friends or something." She sprang to her feet and began to pace tho little room.

A dczen times she passed to and fro, and the swish and swirl of her snowy gown filled all the perfumed air. Suddenly she paused, caught up a silver-framed mirror from a table and, running to the window, pulled back the heavy draperlss and blinds and let the fierce rays of the setting sun. flood the room. She blinked her blue eyes In the strong light, then braved the searching beams and raised the dainty mirror. With merciless fingers she crushed dcVn the fluffy laces at her throat and pushed back the yellow hair from her forehead, and with every softening medium drawn from the outlines of her face and throat she fell to a severe self-scrutiny.

"You're two and thirty next Marian Vansittart," she said to her reflected likeness; "let's see if you look It." She stared herself straight In the eyes. "Your complexion is good still, my dear, and by candle-light will pas3 muster for another ton years. Your teeth are sound a great thing that most men like pretty teeth and your throat full and white enough to brave a Toby frill in the morning. But there's a strained look about your mouth. Marian, and a tendency to look dis contented, which la a set-off to the teeth.

And your eyes" she paused, anxiously peering at herself and drawing a finger-tip slowly beneath her lower lashes she shook her head "your eyes are the tell-tales. They tell of late hours, and hot rooms, and little worries In the past, and big fears for the future. They are anxious, and tired, and not very Innocent or trusting." She laid down the cruel little glass with a sigh, and as she did so, caught sight cf th9 money-lender's letter lying where "her gown had whisked it at her feet. The sight gave her courage. "But I'm not beaten yet.

In three days I'll have an announcement of my engagement to a wealthy man in every paper in England. I believe I half promked poor Tom I'd never marry again. But th are's no help for it now. Clydesdale's been after me for throe seasons I really like bim; he loves me; be shall propose to me at hl3 mother's dance to-night. Ah.

ah! Mr. Money-lending Moss. I den't fancy you'll be so keen on dragging the name of Lady Clydesdale and future Dutches? of Stan-mcre through the mire of the Bankruptcy Court. And Mrs. Vansittart swept Into her dressing room, there to array herself for a dinner and half a dozen subsequent routs and dances.

It was past midnight whea Mrs. Vaisltt-art sailed up the great marble staircase of Stanmcre House. She had been home before going oa there, and fresh waxen-petaled towers In the whiteness of her boscm. and her face was as fresh as a rose. The desire for conqtfest lent fire to har cold eyea, and a fascination to her smile, and she overheard a score of men say how lovely she locked.

She threw unusual empressment Into her greeting to the Duchess, in whose stead the already saw herself reigning. Once- within the ballroom her eyes quickly sought Lord Clydesdale, who came to side almost directly. "Give me a couple of waltzes after sup-pfr," he whispered, with his blond mous-ticho almost brushing her cheek, and his brown eyes seekng hers. I've so much to say to you. Walt tor me ia ths conservatory under the aloe tree In an hour." She smiled a mute and he was gone.

Through the tender green alleys of the conservatory he came to her at the appointed time, and as be drew near and flung beIde fcer. Marian Vansittart felt that she really loved this gd-looking young, man even more than his thousands cf pounds aa-d cf acres. "How good you are!" Lord Clydesdale crld "you have the mart unfecuaJae virtue of punctuality ta perfection." "And no others, ia your eyes?" Mrs. Vansittart said, aoftly. leuing an alluring smile play round the dimpled comers of her mouth, and a faint bliiih stain her fair tkin.

For answer, be tosk her sieader coed hand into his broad palm. "Mrs. Varsituri Marian you know that In mv eyes ycu are all that a woman iboull be. My friendship with you bas taurbt me what to look for. what to expect, in a tru lady.

You have shown me what a w. oman thould be who may be cbo4a to fill a high staticn. and to share iht serious rpons.b.l of great wealth. Ta short, your constant companionship has helped ma ia my fir a wife, and so it Is now to you I I com He riused. and absently played with the Luie hand nettled la bis owa.

"And you've come to me?" went on Marian Vansittart. whose fcart was beating fast beneath the diamonds aad sapphires that ellttered oa her bodice. "I've coma to you to tell you I'Tt foual her." "Yes? murmured the word tentatively. "Tha sweetest darlizg that errr promised to-be a man's wife, aad go thrcuza the world with hira. Mrs.

Vaasittart blushed divinely, and looked down. "Premised? she said, archly. "Tou ara sura of her answer. "Inded. I am.

for ah slipped her hands Into xn-'na yesterday, aaa aTe at ter pretty to kiss. nd sre'r to he oanisd before Christmas." Tha craaa of Mrs. VaaaJttan'a UUlze CP aocadad Lke tha roar cf many watars la fcar ears, aad tha dust thax ro from tha It was a darir night and the sky was as black as a cassock when Abbs Laine. after passing the Cross ways of Roussy, found himaslf on the fcohnieres Road, which almost cuts the Orleans Forest in two. At this moment Holopherne this was the name of the little ass that was drawing the carriage in which the Abbe wa3 seated made a motion as though he would stop, some exhortations were addre33ed to him from the carriaga with a sweatness which was almost paternal; the animal continued his short and choppy trot, which, as could be easily seen by daylight, shook hi3 long ears nearly off him.

With this little trot a trot of the Bon Dieu. as the urchins of the country side said disdainfully Holopharne was, nevertheless, capable of covering a great d3al of ground. His little hoofs, pointed and tenacious, would travel untiringly for hours; he was, at the same time, strong and docile, like asse3 that are never beaten; his master had never beaten him, for the excellent reason that he had no whip, and contented himself with a kind word or a pull on the reins when he desired to hasten his pace. But this evening, a depressing, stormy night in June, without stars or moon, the Abbe wished, as they say in pretry. "that hi3 steed had the wings of Aleycn," he found him slow, and was mindful to urge him cn-ward.

as they had several leagues to go, and though they had been on he road for an hour they were still not half way on their Journey. M. Lesprit, the messenger of Chauvigny, (it was at this placa that Abbe Laine had fulfilled the functions of Cure for the last ten years), returning that evening from his daily journey, had, about 9 o'clock, carried the new3 to the priest that the Good Wife Doradoux, the flag woman at the Thiezy crossing, would probably not live through the night, and she was very much exercised about dying without confessing her sins and receiving communion. The Abbe had dressed himself at once and had awakened Holopherne, who was In the midst of a delightful dream of thistles, but who was accustomed, however, to these night journeys, which the administering of the last sacrament3 so often imp.eJ upon him. As soon as his carriaga was harnessed, Abbe Laine had gone straight to the church, and, standing on tiptoes, by the dim light of a solitary candle, he bad taken the consecrated host from the white painted wooden tabernacle, with everything that wa3 necessary for administering the viaticum.

At this. late hour, 9:30. all the village children were in bed -and asleep. Although M. Lacabasse, the beadle, had offered with a generous insistance to accompany him, to hold thp holy oils for him and assist in his duties, Abbe Laine would not consent to M.

Lacabasse's touching proposition. He was not less than.71 years old, and, notwithstanding tho old man's exclamations, Joined to the most sinister predictions cf hl3 servant, he docidad he would go alone, all alone, to Doradoux's and that he ran no danger, as the forest had not a bad reputation. Besides, would cot the Eon Dieu accompany him on his Journey? Consequently, there wa3 nothing to fear. Ha had the little silver box, which enclosed the Host, carefully wrapped up, and safely buttoned in tne insida pocket of his coat; and a rein in each hand, he drove Holo-pherae out Into the night, his lips moving in prayer. A lantern had been tied, before he set out, to cne of tha wagon sharts, and gave him just light enough to prevent him from being upset In one of the ditches on the side of tha road, and the Abbe thought that without the faint light of thi3 beacon ha would never have been able to escape them, the was ro dark; a real Good Friday Tenebre service.

He had passed the Foup-Pendu woods when he thought he heard tha noise of 8tep3 a little in advance of hira. At that moment Halopherne stopped short. The Abbe had never known fair, having the idea of death always before him. and being In tha habk of saying (without knowing it) with Hamlet: "A sparrow fallath rot without permission of the Almighty!" He had always considered that the most redoubtable assassins were our own vices, and that was no greater danger than sin. Being a very simple-minded man, he did not jrat nervous and he asked quietly and in a laud voice: "Is there any one there?" there Is some one," replied a man's voice out of the darkress.

"Some one has doubtless lost their way," Interrogated the priest. "Some cne wl-o has lost his way, and Is going to Thiezy," repllei the voice! "In tbat-casa," ordered the Abbe, "get in quickly. That is where I am going also." A few seconds passed, the carriage 3werved and then creakei under tha weight of a heavy leap, and the priest felt a man sit down beside him. A man, whom he also guessed to be tall and strong. As soon as hswas sratci, thoAbb? could vaguely distinguish the features of his face in the obscurity which enveloped them.

It was the face of a laborer, of a man of the people, accustomed to heavy and rude labor, upon which was Imprinted a ferocious and resolute expression. He, on his part, had fixed a steady gaze upon the Abbe. "Well! Well!" he observe '-so you are ono of those priesrt3? Move on!" he clucked, and the little carriage started. During a moment cr two each was silent. The Abbe-spoke first: "This Is not a good time for walking In the forest." "No." replied the man.

"without counting that it is rot prudent." "Why. my friend?" "On account cf robbors. Do you not believe in robbers, yea?" "Not at all; but. nevertheless, there are some, it is sad to say. Yes, there are some Aga'n silence reigned between them.

"And. without seemirg too curious. Monsieur la Cure, where ara ycu going at this hour. Instead cf napping?" asked the man. "I am carying the sacrament to a dying woman." "I susplcioned itf Is she far away, your dying woman?" "Just a little before you come to Thiezy.

She Is the flag-womao. Dame Goradoux. Do vou know her?" "No." "You are not from thsse parts?" "No," "Ncr the environs?" "No." "Ycu are passing by?" "As you say, yes, M'sieu le Cure. I am pas-lrg by." They were fllect once mere. After passing on the r.ght the Billaudes Pcnd.

which they could not see. tut. which the Abbe, to whom every foot of forest was familiar! knew the location of; tbey had taken th road to Chilleurs. the ircline xf which is very steer, and the ass. every nerve strained, had settled In for a good pull, when suddenly, with a of incredible savagery, the man threw himself upen the priest, and.

upsetting him eff the wooden seat without a back, upon which they had been silting, threw him upon his back ir. tha bottom of the cart, where he hrfd him down. There was nol shadow cf a struggle, the eld man had uttered ro cry or exclamation. It wM sileni. mute tumble in the intensa dark nes.

the stamping cf fcardlr heard cn the boards. And then, noth'ns more than the terrible and grave silence cf act3 done, cf crimes committed, a silence which almcst seemed rtgretfuL The aggressor, armed with a "knife had not yet strurk hi3 Tictfm; hs held' him ender his knee; ha hesitated, however to kill this inoffensive man, who, without fear, had met him in the darkness ca hu road whea. iudUaly, but two tf away Since 1889 scores of electric street rail; oiuw ov.i xi rf fi which Professor Short's motors ar used, those of the latter type Dfeing of the single reduction class. Professor Short is known to every one interested in electric motors, and so great has been the success of bi3 appliances that his friends and even competitors in the field of electric traction call him "The Trolley Kins'." His pathway has been strewn with roses in. comparison to that of many inventors, and he has been fortunate in having early devoted bis talent to a branch of electrical research In which so few results had been attained, yet which was open to such great accomplishments.

He had no great adverse interests to combat like his friend and business associate, Charle3 F. Brush, and when once hi3 banner wa3 hoisted to the masthead it remained there. Professor Short's career as an inventcr has one of progression, he being a worker. of the mo3t pronounced and aggressive type, patient and careful In the field of research, to which his gieat success can be ascribed. In his manner he Is unassuming and of a kindly disposition, which has stood in good stead during the annoyances and disappointments which always accompany the inventor in the field of primary research.

Professor Short lives In Cleveland, where he Is a member of the Cleveland Electric Union and Country Club. He is also a Fellow of the American Society for the Advancement of Science, and has the degree of B. S. from his Alma Mater. He was also a member of the Electrical Commission of the World's Columbian Exposition.

THE HORSE- REEDING INDU5TR-. It la No longer Centered at Famous Orange County. There was a time when Orange County, N. was the great horse-breeding center of the United States. It wa3 from the Orango County farms that the Kentucky and California breeders obtained their original stock, and so well did they select animal3 for shipment that the glory of the old breeding establishments ha3 about passed away.

Time was when Goshen, on the Erie railroad, was the objective point of all horse buyers and owners of stock farms. Stony Ford, which has produced more extreme speed than any other farm in the country, with the exception, possibly, of Palo Alto, is but six miles away. Tou hire a buggy at the station, and you are driving to the famous old farm over splendid roads, through as fine a farm country as man ever laid his eyea upon. Everybody talks horse in Orange County and everybody owns a trotter, or thinks he owns one. Some weeks ago I visited Stony Ford.

My guide, an old who had lived in Orange County from childhood, said it was not now aa It used to be. In the old days horsemen from all over the country were constantly scouting about looking for choice articles of horseflesh. "It was a great mistake," said he, "to let George Wilkes go to Kentucky. Just think what Orange County would be now if that grand old sire had not been taken away. We have nothing much here now Kentucky and California have got everything worth having.

One day Senator Stanford came along and bought $100,000 worth of stock. We didn't think he got anything much for his money. But ha kxew better than we did, for he took Elec tioneer, now the greatest sire of trotters, according to the record. Oh, those Call-fornlans and Kentucklans have cleaned us out." Arriving at Stony Ford, I was shown about the famous farm. In the pastures, hundreds of acres in extent, colts by famous sirea were pointed out and many old race mare3 that were renowned In their day.

At the top'of the hill stands the monument erected in honor- of Green Mountain Maid, the mother of the great Electioneer and other famous trotters. In one of the paddocks old Leland. a son of the greatest ot all sires of trotters, Hambletonian was frisking about, his 20 odd years not seeming to bear heavily upon him. There are only a few sons and daughters of Hambletonian left. Then I took a look at Kentucky Prince, the sire of many famous trotters.

He and Leland are nearly of an age. The Prince was in good health and with a good appetite. He Is seldom taken out of stall or paddock now spending his days peacefully and quietly. Returning to the station, my cicerone pointed out many places of interest. "Over there Is Judge Fullerton's home, and what a grand horse Judge Fullerton was!" said the old man.

TWINS IN POLITICS. A California Convention Makes a Decided MJx-Up. The Prohibitionists of Alameda County, California, never mix anything if they can help It, but they have succeeded In so thoroughly mixing Herbert and Albert Waters of Oakland that they nominated Herbert for County Clerk In mistake for Albert. Every one in Oakland was amused by the odd error that is, every one but Albert. The brothers are twins, who look so much alike that their mother cannot tell them apart, and when Albert and Herbert look In the mirror each wonders which one of "the twins he is.

Not long ego Albert, who Is an ambitious young politician, concluded that he would enjoy running for County Clerk on the Prohibition ticket. He placed himself in the hands of his friends, and was assured that the nomination would be his when the County Convention met. Then Albert did a very foolish thing. Unmindful of the fact that his twin brother was at large in Oakland, he went to Fresno on business, leaving his friends to look after his political fences. When convention day came Albert was still in Fresno, and Herbert, who was Ignorant of his brother's political aspirations, strolled Into the convention hall, where, to his surprise, he met with a very enthusiastic reception.

Albert's friends were out en mass, and they were looking after his fences in loyal fashion, but Herbert knew nothing of this, and silently congratulated himself on being more popular with his fellow townsmen than he had dreamed. He was still more agreeably surprised a few moments later when the convention nominated him for County Clerk without a dissenting vote. He was called upon for a speech, and greatly surprised his brother's friends by earnestly declaring that the honor was a great surprise to him. The convention adjourned without discovering that Herbert was not Albert, and two days passed before Herbert learned that he had captured a nomination intended Tor Albert. He will run for County Clerk, however, and expects to profit by Albert's popularity on Election Day.

One of the greatest jokes connected' with the affair occurred when one of Albert's friends made profuse apologies to Albert; as he supposed, only to learn later that the apologies had bees made to Herbert. 1 "My God! It's Marian Vansittart!" ba cried. "Pull down to the railings. Dalny; I'll try and stop that He flung himself from his hack, which was too lightly built to stand ley shock, and ran out to meet the oncoming runaway. His hand waa almost on tha bridle befora Mrs.

Vansittart saw him. Her pale face grew cf a rrcre ghastly hue. and from her atralned lips burst a smothered cry: "Not you. Clydesdale, not you!" With a wrench from her hand, from, the split gloves hung la fluttering ribbons, she pulled the mare beyond his reach, and. sweeping past blra.

pelted on to where Dai3y, spellbound with fright, had pulled up her pony. The dust flung from the mare'a clattering hcxii half-blinded Clydeadalc. but he saw a slow, awful smile contract Mrs. Vansltt-art'a livid features as she turned toward ber victim. ThJt told him all.

It was no runaway he now pursued, but a mad woman, with the lust of murder in her broken keart and In ber bloodshot eyes. A moment later there was a sounding crash, as the mare burled herself against Daisy's pony. Only at the last second did Instinct make the smaller animal leap aside, and turn the shock Into a csanon. Momentarily only Daisy swayed la her saddle, but the other one caught the brunt of the blow. With a strangled scream Mrs.

Vansittart fell. and. slipping down tha mare's dripping flank, went bead first on to the ground, with ber stlrrup-frct fixed fast. "She'll be dragged! She'll killed! cried a bnadred voices, while a hundred banda were stretched to citcb the mar who stood tor one brief moment, trembling in every limb, with ber wicked eyes rolling all about ber. "She's off." burst like a groan from tb crowd, as tha animal started away at a gjllop, with ita living clog dragging at it s.de.

Bump! Bump! Her hat caught the first two blows then the elastic snapped It rolled from box bead. One white, wild band was to catch it, but the maddaced mare tcre on, and the broken bat waa lost. Bump! Bump! The golden bead battwd, the ground, and a long tress of yellow hair trailed through the tan. Bump! She was flung upon ber side, and amid the mire that marred her face th blood begin flow. Crack! Crunch! The cruel Iron-shod hecbj struck fiercely out ixiin ar.4 again.

Right it th nd of the row the shap mass oi cloth and balr. aad what waa once a womaa, was traiiM. Tae accident was considered the worst that bad taken lace In tba row that Only Lord Clyde-dale traced la It the Iron finger of an Inexorable Justice; but wag a wu man aad hell bis peace. AFTER YEARS. I)th fx-p-srates Cpl TVh Wwro Married Nearly f'ithlv Tear Ag.

Lawton Sherman. bo at Providetica. It. th otaer day. seed 99 rarm.

sol bia wile. ho survltes wer tt most ra-markabis In reipct of tts deration ml their martul relsUons probstly ia the anna's of Rh Island. Mrs. rears o'A and her healta Is rabidly fsUlBg. Th boh of th3 nailTea ot Eaater, were nsaiTie4 la tls j-Uc Harca 17.

1S. Sarsa years larer ttey re7Ted to Providf-ac aid y.r. Sherman was In tajiass 1a that rlty. Tiey bad evn children two air la ax 4 gT boys aad faur oi ta chillrea ar atlll Urtsj. I a th cotipi coiebraud their dlaaoad veiling, ket-pirc oj-n hoaa aU Uy aad a Ut: arrr.y ot lTrf.

rV.i tara! comms fr-jta sU farts ot the piar.tauo:ia. At the tin ot the o.d mia'i 4-u tb cacci bad dwil furs. y.r. Sheraiaa a maaoo aad ahttieiihtr anil It im aa tntereaticr fart inat la ta Ut ttsty years be bad lateib4 tb ::) aad cilits of or da-elUuf in trv. ProTl4a-.

earn aeaaoa. atrmt aa sceptics. He waa bt tit. and ot :4 aaa. ilia baa bn ail ber ejajr braltbr as4 rilC'tods.

Born lled La the aJ-miatra'lia ct rery Preeidct cf (h L'nM4 Vrs. Strraisa sre bora Jua 1 I7i. It iu a reraarliatl aathnae of ppl tia attended -lie old vast fcrenak la bu modest aai qcitat Utu aaUqoe. tow-Lrowed ootiaca la Frol-5-ne. Trere fa MB a3 srie.

fur cbi.drn. Kreat-traadl child a. Hi eUst chud la aad bia saca i IS 4 Impressed and moved the miserable man It recalled the ether, the true flag of '78. under which be had made so many marche when he Lad been benest. In the meantime the priest, after having recited tho customary prayers, had opened his little geld box.

The Host, which he hardly to hold, shone forth pure vvniie frcm the tips cf his fingers, and us sparkling whltenes3 fiil.1 the poor little room. Turning, he faced, wkh aa Infinite pity in bia eyes, the unhappy man, whose limbs trembled under bim and who fell oa his knees, bowed to the earth In his turn. Then be approached the bed. ad at tn moment of depositing the blessed bread oa the lips, which do longer had the strength to receive it. Dame Dorodoux.

the old Cagwoman. extended her half-naked arm horizontally, as though to indicate that the "Path was free!" CHEj I-TRY IN INDIA. Rome C'nrion Anawera by Natives in a Written Examination. The uncivilized nations are like children in their simplicity aai guilel.sness. Every adult knows what odd questions a chili will ask and what curious explanations they are la the habit of giving.

Nothing equal tha chililike simplicity of the qurticnj lately given in an examination In chemistry held In an Indian university. "Sulphur is a smellful gas. Nitrogen Is a remarkably lazy gas and is good tor nothing. Carbon always exists in a dark room. There la no living b-ing In tha whole world that doe3 net contain carbon.

"Gas is nude ty filling a poker rsal and hear. eg it. Chlcrine g.vea botht-ratioa to the throat- Hydrogen Is a colorleti, in-viacible is and burns Itself without halp. Nitric acid is oid in the of currant eiectric.ty. It is very bad far teachers to pour It oa our hands.

"Soda Is formed by heating castor oil and potash. Caustic soda la used la the manufacture cf soda water, and this used in medicine for purgative purposes. CatutJc soda is used as a summer drink. Qu ck-lirae is mae by pouring ttr cn slaked l.ma. We caa est this srjbraace (CaO): it has the power of digesting food.

"L'tne is used aa a kind of gum for builders to stick bricks together.".