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YORKVIISLE TNOUTRER. ISSHXID TWIOB-A.-X^BEK?WBDNBSDAY ASJS SATURDAY. i. m. oei8t * sons, publishers, j % ^amitg geujsgaper: <^or the promotion of the folitioal, Social, ^gricultuipt and dfommeiniat Interests of the ?outh. {TERMSmoLE coAri.EFiTENcEMTOA?ICE' VOLUME 43." YOBKVILLE, 8. (\SATUEDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1897. NUMBER 81. CJUAJTEK VJL C0NCLU8IVB EVIDENCE. Blunt turned sorrowfully sway and began to pace slowly op and down tbe bank. Near at hand over a little campfire his ooffeepot was babbling and faissing enticingly, bnt even tbe aroma of bis aocastomed morning beverage failed to attract him. What was he to do? What conld he do? Ordered to remain there to escort the captain safely to Bed Clond on his return from the court, it was impossible to pursue. Equally an wise woald it be to send a small sqnad Waller bad taken his life in his hands when he rode away through the night, bnt he conld cross tbe Rrfwfcide and be in comparative safety, so far as the Indiau attack was concerned, by snnrise of this day Now that daylight bad come, Blunt well knew that every stretch of prairie from the Platte to the White river would be thoroughly searched by keen and eager* eyes, and death would be tbe very least that any small party of whites could expect He knew perfectly well that already he and bis little troop were being closely scrutinized from tbe distant ridges Had be not seen in the tepees of tbe Cbeyennes, but the week before, as many as three pairs of binocular fieldv glasses, and bad not Colonel Randall told bim they knew their use and value as well as any one? If there was only some way of getting word to Captain Charlton at Laramie I There ran the single wire of the military telegraph, but there was neither office nor station nearer than Red Cloud Agency No man in tbe troop would thank bim for being ordered to go either way with dispatches, though be knew tbe order would be obeyed. * * ? -1- J. 1 ?UL suenny ana gioomny, iuhim>u ui wuu their usual cheery alacrity, the men had got to work with their ourrycomb and brushes and were teaching up their horses while waiting for their own breakfast, and presently Blnnt'9 orderly came forward, holding a tin enp of teaming coffee. "Won't the lieutenant drink a little of this, sir, and try a bite of bacon? There isn't mnoh appetite in the troop this morning, sir, bnt it ain't so much because the money's gone. I've known the old sergeant and the boy nigb unto ten years now, sir, and I never tbonght it would come to this. " Blunt thanked the soldier and sat down at the edge of the rushing stream, sipping his coffee and trying to think what to do. The drink warmed hia blood and cheered him up a trifle. Ordering his horse to be saddled, he mounted and, taking his rifle, rode through the Niobrara and out upon the open prairie on v the other side. It was not long before he found the hoof tracks made the night before, and without, knowing why he slowly followed them out toward the low ridge at the southwest. For ten minutes he went at a quiet walk and with down ward searching eyes as he reached the road, striving to decide which hoof prints were made by Wallerls horse. Suddenly back at camp he beard the ringing report of a cavalry carbine borne on the rising breeze and, whirling about, 6aw that they were signaling to him.- Putting spurs to his steed, he galloped full tilt for the ford und than for the first time saw the cause of the excitement. Far up on the opposite slope and jogging easily down toward the troop came an luniau pouy ana an inaian rider, bat not iu war paihr and feathers. As Mr Blunt plunged through the Btream he recognized the yonug half breed scont known to all of the soldiers as Little Bat, and Bat, withoat a word, rode up and handed him a letter It was from the commanding officer at Fort Robinson and very much to the point. It read somewhat as follows: "Captain Charlton telegraphs that he will be detained several days. Meanw time yon are needed here, as the Indians are again quitting the reservations in large numbers. Move immediately upon receipt of this." That evening, therefore, the little troop once more rode down the valley of the White river, the "Smoking Earth," as the Indians called it, and by sunset were camped at Red Cloud. In much distress of mind Mr Blunt called upon the commanding officer to tell bim of the disappearance of the money and his trumpeter and to ask the colonel's ad'? vice as to the proper course for him to pursue. It was agreed that telegrams should be sent at once to the captain at Fort Laramie and to the commanding officer at Sidney barracks on the railway, notifying them of the crime and the desertion. Blunt begged for a moment's delay until he could hear from Sersreant Graham, whom he had sent to make certain investigations, and long before tattoo the sergeant came, and with him the hospital steward. "Lieutenant, the storekeeper says he sold just such a handkerchief as that ^ to Trumpeter Waller last week, and the steward can tell about the chloroform." Both officers looked inquiringly at the steward. "Yes, sir, it was pay day that young Waller banded me a penciled note from Sergeant Graham, saying that he had a ^ AUTHOR OF "fort frayne," <^F2=p "an army wife** Etc Etc. jV ^ COPYRIGHT. 1897.BY f. TENNYSON NEEUT. bad toothache and asking for a little chloroform, and 1 gave it to him." "I never wrote sncb a note, sir, and never sent him on snch a message," said Graham. CHAPTER VIL TELEGRAPHIC DISPATCHES. Bad news travels fast. Captain Charlton at Fort Laramie was stunned by the tidings flashed to him by telegraph from Red Clond. Despite the array of damaging evidenoe, he oonld not bring bimself to believe that Fred Waller was a tbief, but be was sore at heart when be thought of the misery and sorrow the news must bring to the dear ones at his army home, above all to the proud old sergeant, whoee life seemed almost bound up in the boy. Well knowing that it could only be a day or two before the story would make its way to the posts along the railroad and would reach Sanders, doubtless in it more exaggerated form, the captain (lecided to warn his wife at once, and by the stage leaving that very night a letter went in to Cheyenne, and thence by train over the great "divide" of the Rockies to Fort Sanders, giving to Mrs. Charlton all particulars thus far reoeived, but charging her to say nothing until further tidinga "I cannot believe it," wrote he, "and am going at once to join the troop and make full investigation. Meantime 1 have written by the same mail to Major Edwards, who commands at Sidney barracks, to make every effort to trace the boy should he have come south of the Platte, and you mnst bo sure to see, when the news reaches Sanders, that the sergeaut is assured of my disbelief in the whole story, and of my determination that Fred shall have jnstioe done him. It will be several days before yon oau bear from me again." And the news reached Sanders, as be feared, all too soon. Telegraph offices "leaked" on the frontier in tbose days. The operators at the military stations were all enlisted men, who were not bound by the regulations of the Western Union, and wbo could not keep to themselves every item of personal interest. The Sidney office wired mysteri 0U8 inquiries to Sanders; Sanders insisted on knowing what it meant, and presently Laramie, Sanders, Sidney, Russell, Red Cloud and even Chug Water were clicking away in confidential disoussion over the extraordinary theft and flight. And Mrs. Charlton's letter came none too early to save old Waller from despair. It was a woman, a gabbling laundress, who first told him of the rumor, and Mrs. Charlton saw him hastening to the telegraph office just as she had finished reading the letter. "Mr Nelson, quick!" she called to a young officer just passing the gate "Stop Sergeant Waller at once. Don't let him go to the office. Make him come here to me. He will hear and obey you." And Mr. Nelson touched his cap, leaped lightly across the acequia, and his powerful young voice was heard thundering "Sergeant Waller!" in peremptory tones across the parade "Sergeant Waller!" echoed a half dozen voices as the loungers on barrack porches took up the cry, "Lieutennt Nelson wants you!' And the soldier instinct prevailed. Tbe old man turned and hastened toward the officers' quarters "What is it, Mrs. Chariton?" asked Nelson "Has there been another fight? Ie Fred killed? It will break the old man s heart." "Oh. Mr Nelson, I can't tell you about it yet!" she almost wailed. jga "Stop Sergeant Waller at once," she called. 14TVifi?o'd Karl nntvo niiH I'm afraiH thfl old man has heard it. Stay here near me a moment, can you? Oh, look at bis face, look at his facel He has heard. " White, livid, trembling from head to foot, the old soldier hurried^toward the young officer and dumbly raised his band in the mechanical salute. "It is Mrs. Charlton who wants you, sergeant," said Mr. Nelson kind./. "Go to her. " And without a word the veteran passed in at the gate. She held forth her band, ner eyes brimming with tears. Instinctively be halted, the old respect and reverence for "captain's lady" checking the wild torrent of grief and anxiety, bntshecanght him by the arm and led him, wondering and 8nbmissive, yet overwhelmed with crnel dread, into her cool and darkened parlor There, with wild, imploring eyes, the old man half stretched forth two palsied bands, his forage cap falling unheeded to the door, his whole frame shaking "Don't give way, sergeant, don't believe it!" she cried, and at her first words a look as of horror came into the stricken old face, and the hands clasped together in piteons appeal. "Listen to what the captain says. His letter has just come, and 1 was sore wnen i saw yon that some one bad told yon the rumor. Captain Charlton will not believe a word of it He was at Laramie on conrt martial or it wonld not have happened. He has hnrried back to Red Cloud to investigate, and be declares that Fred shall have justice done him I'll never believe it?never! Why, we wonld trust him with anything we owned." "I?1 thank the captain. I thank Mrs. Charlton," be brokenly replied. "It's stunned like I am." He raised bis bands and pressed them against his eyes, and one of them was lowered suddenly, feebly groping for support She seized his arm and strove to lead him to a sofa. "You must sit down, sergeant," she said. 1 "No, ma'am, no," he protested, 1 straightening himself with a violent 1 effort. "Now, may I bear what it is i they say against my boy, mu'am? 1 want every word. Don't be afraid, ma'am; I can bear it" Then, with infinite sympathy and pity, she told him, softening every detail, suggesting an explanation for every circumstance that pointed to his guilt, < and all the time the old man stood there, his eyes, filled with dumb anguish, fixed upon her face, his hands i clasped together as though in entreaty, his fingers twitching nervously. At every new and damaging detail, condole or explain it though she would, he shuddered as though smitten with a sharp, painful spasm, but when it came to Fred's midnight disappearance? horse, arms and all?in the heart of the Indian country, stealing away from , bis oomrades in the shadow of disgrace and orime, the old man groaned aloud and buried his face in his.hands. Some time be stood tbere, reeling, yet resisting her efforts to draw him to a seat Bbe pleaded with him hurriedly, impulsively, yet he seemed Dot to hear At last, with one long, shivering sigh, he suddenly straightened up and faced ber His hands fell by his side. He cleared his throat and strove to speak. ' 'You've been good tome, ma'am? so good"?and here he choked, and for a moment could not go on?"and to my boy"?at last he finished, with impulsive rush of words. "I know how they're sometimes tempted. I know how, more than once, the little fellow would be led away by the roughs in the troop, just to worry me, but he never hid a thing from me, ma'am, never, and if he's in trouble now be would tell me the whole truth, even if it broke us both down. I'll not believe it till 1 see him, ma'am. But I must go?I must go until I find my boy " Blinded with tears, Mrs. Charlton could hardly see the swaying, grief bowed old soldier as be left the bouse, but Nelson was waiting close at band and stepped forward and took his place 1 by the sergeant's side "I don't know what the trouble is," be said, "but I'm going as far as the headquarters with you, and if tbere is anything on earth 1 can do tohelp yon do not fail to tell me. " That night, with a week's furlough and a letter from bis post commander to Major Edwards at Sidney, old Ser geant Waller was jolting eastward in the caboose of a freight train. to be continued. Who Was Cinderella ??C'nderella's real name was Rhodope, and she 1 was a beautiful Egyptian maiden, who lived 670 years before the common era, | and during the reigu of Psammeticus, one of the 12 kings of Egypt, says The Jewish Messenger. One day she , 1 * --- 5- L.*L! - -1 ventured to go in naming iu a ciear stream near her home, and meanwhile 1 left her shoes, which must have been unusually small, lying ou the bank. 1 An eagle, passiug above, chanced to catch sight of the little sandals, and 1 mistaking them for a toothsome tidbit, pounced down and carried off one in ' his beak. The bird then unwittingly played the part of fairy godmother, for, Hying 1 directly over Memphis, where King Psammeticus was dispensing justice, 1 it let the shoe fall right into the king's lap. Its size, beauty and daintiness J immediately attracted the royal eye, and the king, determined upon know- \ iug the wearer of so cunning a shoe, sent throughout all his kingdom in search of the foot that would fit it. As in the story of Cinderella, the ' messengers finally discovered Rho- ' dope, fitted on the shoe, and carried . her in triumph to Memphis, where she became the queen of King Psammeticus, and. the foundation of the fairy 1 tale that was to delight boys and girls ' 2400 years later. J _ t t i rvnooantc not Clin fl AU/Or XVUSaiaii pcaoauic vav um>i?v <? v. seeds in large quantities. You can 1 hardly find a man who has not some [ sunflower seeds in his pocket. 8&T Speak of men's virtues, says a Chinese moralist, as if they were your ! own, and of their vice as if you were liable to their punishment. PtettUiM(OU? ^trailing. b A BLESSING IN DISGUISE. * BY E. B. HARDIN. I It waa on a cold October day when he opened the gate in front of Mr. h William Willard's magnificent residence. One bad only to look at him once to tell that his earthly career was v nearing an end. His back bent under the weight of many years, his hair p was as white as snow, and time and ig care's impressions were on his face. ft Aftsr he had opened the gate, he * mdllra/1 alnullv lin f.hp CrftVfileH Wfllk. A and, with some difficulty, clambered up |j tbe stone steps and rung the door S bell. A few seconds passed, and theu h a brisk step was beard within tbe si bouse, and the door was opened by a e boy of about 12 years of age. o "Hello 1 Santa," he said to the old cl man ; "what'll you have?" p The old man, without replying to d this question, asked, ei "Is your father at home ?" ri "Yes ; want to see him ?" P "Yes." "Papa, papa ! come here ; somebody n wants to see you." p "Good morning," said Mr. Willard, tl as he came to the door. "What will e: you have?" "I am a helpless old man," the old ti traveler began, feebly. "I am without ti a home or friends, and I feel that my s< days on this earth are few. Could a you give me a home? Just any kind >: of place will do me. J don't think I n shall need it long." u "No; we have no place for you." p "And.you can give me no kind of si place to stay ?" , h "No," said Mr. Willard. "I think 0 the poorhouse a better place for you tl than wandering around over the a; country." b The old man made no reply to this d remark, but turned, descended tbe d steps and walked away. 2 "Whew !" said young Willard, "it makes him mad to talk to him about n the poorhouse." a "Don't care if I did. I'm not going 2 ?riv? anihndv a home iust to eet to o ft* *v '""J "* ? ~ pay their funeral expenses. That old w man will not live long." ti "Who was it?" asked Mrs. Willard tl of her husband, as he entered the n room. e< "0, nobody but an old man wanting a a home." n "Is that him going down the road ?" A! asked Mrs. Willard, looking through ri the window at the bent figure of the b old man trudging slowly along. "Yes," replied Mr. Willard. v "Poor old fellow," said Mrs. Willard, E "I expect he has seen better days, vv William ; you ought to have given him T a home." ir "Pshaw ! You are always wanting a me to do something absurd. Such ti people as him ought to be in the poor ti bouse." el "You are so unsympathizing, Wil- d liam. He has gone in at Mr. Blake's," si Mrs. Willard said, still looking out of a the window. b "0,1 guess they will kfeep him," said n Mr. Willard, sarcastically. They take o: in every old straggler that comes g along." c< Mr. Blake's big heart was touched si with pity the moment he had looked ti at the worn, haggard features of the c< old outcast, and as soon as the old o man began to tell of his helpless con- o dition, tears came in Mr. Blake's n big blue eyes, and he told the old man o to enter his house and he should have ft a home as long as he wanted it. v\ Mr. Blake was an industrious Chris- le tian man, and some people said that he a would accumulate something if he w were not so charitable. Soon after the old traveler had en- ti tered the Blake home, he put his hand n into his pocket and drew out a silver d dollar. "Here Bud," he said to Mr. a Blake's little son Bob, "run out to the a village and get me a pound of tobacco, t< and you may have all the change they a give you back." q Little Bob donned his little ragged a coat and bat and started for the rail- p road station, which was near by. B As he passed the Willard residence, w he was accosted by young Willard, 'Say ! Bob," he said, "wait; I want to s< 3ee you." tl "Be quick then," said Bob; "I'm in w a hurry." w ? u 4*11- Kinf oKAttf. it. " ppfnrn- P "i/OU 1/ lUlll. 3U Ulg auvu?iV| ed young Willard. tl "Bob, are you all goin' to keep that tl Did man ?" 01 "Yes; why?" II "I thought if you were, you were tl mighty foolish." 1 "Pa said he never could turn an old G man like that away from his door." ai "Your'paw' bad better save all the te money he can get to pay that $200 he ai borrowed from us. Papa said if you m ill did not pay him this winter he te would sell your farm." tl A grave look suddenly came over pi Bob's face, and with his little ragged coat sleeve he brushed a tear from his e< eye, and started on to the town. te The old traveler had been in Mr. di Blake's home about a month. ai Mr. and Mrs. Willard were in their m cozy sitting room, when their son came m flashing in hatless and breathless. m "What do you reckon has happen- n< ed ?" he panted. Si "That old man over at Blake's is st [lead. He made a will, and willed his tl old coat and all it contained to Mr. tl Blake. What do you reckon it had in it?" rt "An old corn cob pipe and?" began st .Mr. vvuiara. a "No sir; it had $10,000 in gold in it." re "Had what! Somebody has been ci lowing you," cried Mr. Willard. uNo sir, papa ; I saw the money 1" "I will declare, how unfortunate we re re in not taking in that old man. b is just that Blake fellow's luck." "No it is not; it is his sympathizing eart," said Mrs. Willard. AN OLD THEORY UPSET. Washington Post. The man who feels called upon to redict equinoctial storms twice a year i abroad in the land. The weather >r the past few daye has inspired him dth the requisite supply of confidence nd has strengthened the general beef that storms may be expected about entember 21 and March 21. So long as it beeD accepted as a fact that Lorms are certainly to accompany the quinoctial period that probably no ne but a member of the Thirteen tub would ever think of getting up a icnic for September 21. Farmers in ry seasons always say, "Wait till the quinox and we are sure to have lin." This belief was mentioned to rof. Hazen, official forecaster of the reather bureau, who proceeded to i ail this traditiou to the tree of exloded theories from whose branches 3e tattered remnants of many anoth- i r time honored fallacy wave. "This matter of so-called equinoc- i al storms has been thoroughly inves- i gated," said Professor Hazen, "and I ) far as it concerns the occurrence of ny unusual number of storms on i larch 21 and September 21 there is i othing whatever to support the pop- i lar theory. The trouble with the < eople who insist tbat equinoctial I orms are a fact is that you cannot I old them down to any particular date, if course there are only two days in i ie year to which the term equinox pplies, March 21 and September 21, ut the defenders of the equinox tra- I itions want a latitude of three or four i ays or a week on either side of the 1 1st of these months. "As a matter of fact, the term equi- i octial cannot be properly applied to I ny storm that does not occur on the i 1st. Then, too, they refuse to agree i n what shall constitute a storm. The ind velocity and amount of precipi i ition constitute a storm only when iey exceed certain limits, but the ; tan who has been brought up on the i quinoctial storm theory wants to be llowed to attribute everything that lay occur on the 21st of September or i larch, from a sailing breeze to a hur- i cane and passing shower to a cloudurst, to the equinox." i This matter has heen investigated i ery thoroughly in England by Prof. ?. H. Scott, of London, and by the -eather bureau of the United States. be results of the investigations mad? < i the United States are compiled in report of Prof. Hazen's The invesgation here covered the entire coun- , y, and took into consideration every lement going to make stormy conitions. This belief in equinoctial j ;orms is fairly well grounded in the * kinds of many intelligent persons, who , elieve that storms are influenced, if , ot generated, by the seeding passage , f the sun across the equator. Some o still further and derive what they snsider a logical connection between ;orms on our earth and the equinoc- ( on points of the planets. When it is , jnsidered that equinoxes are based n wholly imaginary points in the sky, r the intersections of the two imagiary lines, the equator and the path f the sun, no adequate reason appears >r any consequeut effect upon the 'eather of this earth. The day is mgthening when March 21 comes , round and the night is lengthening 'hen September 21 arrives. These conditions are directly con* , ary to each other, and present no iason' for supposing that they prouce similar effects. When the days , re increasing in length about two and , half minutes daily from December j > June, and decreasing proportion* ( tely from June to December, no adeuate reason appears as to why the dvent of any particular day iu this ( regression should break the chains of < lorea and his brother winds or throw ude the floodgates ot neaven. Iu the absence of any apparent rea>n for regularly recurring storms at ]e equinoctial periods, investigations ere made to ascertain whether there as such a recurring storm period, rof. Scott, after an examination of ie English records for 14 years, found lat out of 45 storms in March, not ne occurred on the 21st, aud out of 3 storms in September only 1 was on le 21st, so in 14 years there was only rightly so called equinoctial storm in reat Britian. In the United States a elaborate series of observations, oxrnding from St. Paul to New Orleans, ad New York to San Francisco, were lade. The period examined wds six;en years. The general results are ius summarized in Prof. Hazen's reart : "Wind was lower after the March juinox than at it. ^During the Septruber equinox there is a tendency to ?prpnse of wind on the 21st. At the J utumn equinox there is nearly the t inimum amount of rain for the t onth. For March the maximum s umber of storms fall ou the 8th, the ( ext highest number on the 21st. In } pptember the highest number of \ orms occurred on the 9th, and almost g le minimum for the whole month on , le 21st." t Connected with Professor Hazen's sport is a very graphic and complete sries of charts, showing by curves on s divided and numbered surface the t dative force of winds, amount of pre- ( pitation and pressure, and other more s technical features. If a confirmed believer could see the line of storms for September as shown by the records of 16 years, and observe bow smooth and straight it runs over all the dates he is accustomed to connect with furious rain storms, he might be induced to pack this tbeory away with the practice of bleeding patients suffering from weakness and refusing ice to those down with fever. FOR THE DISCONTENTED GIRL. This is intended for the eyes of the woman or girl w.ho fancies she is oppressed and abuied and deprived of her glorious rights, says the Chicago News. After she has read and reflected she will, if she possesses good common sense, thank the fates that Bhe is on earth at the present day instead of some years previous. A few, centuries ago strength ruled and weakness was looked upon with contempt. Women were weak physically, and their status was thereby determined. In Sparta, although girls were taught the same thing as boys, at a certain age they returned to their homes, where they had to obey the orders of father, brother or husband, whether the orders were right or wrong. The Athenian girl was taught only to spin wool, be submissive aud ask no questions. Xenophon assigns to husband the duty of training their wives not to eat in public, not to 3peak in a loud tone or commit "other such crimes." Hypatia was not a myth ; she possessed one of the bestdeveloped intellects of her time, but men could not bear that woman should be superior and teach them, so they killed her, tearing her limb from limb, instead of honoring and encouraging her studies. In the Middle Ages women were taught to "pray and obey." In Russia, where one of the proverbs is that "a ben is not a bird and woman is not a human being," the woman of the Middle Ages was instructed in all things by her husband, who is recommended in a book of the time to impress his orders upon her with the aid of a whip. A big religious congress gravely discussed the question whether or not women bad souls. Four hundred years ago, when woman's position had somewhat improved, she was conventbred and taught the catechism, embroidery and lace-making, and usually could read. But even in the Eighteenth century men as cultivated as Rousseau denied the necessity of education for women, while Napoleon shared the same idea. Even today Tolstoi thinks if a woman understands the Bible she has sufficient education, but, happily, Tolstoi is not an absolute dictator. ' AN EXPENSIVE DIStiRACE. rhat Is What Bad Roads Are In This Country. < A well-informed writer on the subject of good roads says: Robert P. Porter, who is great on statistics, crossed the ocean with Colonel Pope in the latter part of July, and he acquired some figures and facts about roads that are worth repeating. iWnro mnnpv in Inst in one vear bv bad roads than is levied by all the dutiable articles imported, aud more / than all tbe money that is collected from all tbe internal taxes levied by tbe general government. Tbe bad roads of this country cost the public 1300,000,000 a year. The yearly freightage of all tbe ships, canal boats and railways in the country is far less than tbe freightage that passes along the country roads. There is hardly a pound of freight hauled upon the railways of this country which does not have to first pass over some high* way designed for the use of vehicles and horses. American railway freight rates, though they are the lowest in the world, are frequently grumbled at, but does the complainer ever think, queries Mr. Porter, that it has cost him more to haul 40 bushels of corn or wheat over 10 miles of bad roads than to ship it 100 miles over a railway ? These are the things that the people , who are most interested in good roads seldom think of, because, as they do not have to pay in cash upon the spot the loss that results from carting their products over roads deep with mud or lust, or full of loose rocks and deep ruts, they imagine that they have lost nothing. In reality, they have lost labor, horse flesh, wagons, and, worst nf all, great quantities of time, which lo every man wbo makes the most of liis business is the most valuable commodity of all. t&T A woman who was traveling done, not long ago, wandered one ivening into a hotel parlor. A pretty ^oung girl at once rushed toward her, ind breathlessly asked what time it ?>oo finmowhnt. astonished, the WO nan glanced at the big mantle-clock, ?nd repeated the hour. "Oh, thank ,fou," said the stranger, but without my signs of going away. "I suppose ^ou think it queer my asking that," ihe burst out, a moment later; "but, ,o tell the truth, I didn't want to know be time at all; I just had to speak to somebody. You see, I'm on my wedling trip, and for a whole week I javen't spoken to a soul but my bus>pnd. Why, I've hardly heard the sound of anyone's voice but his. It vas really a question of my speaking o someone or going wild." W8F The term "Powers" is understood to include the six principals na,ions of Europe. They are at present jreat Britain, France, Germany, Russia, Austria and Italy.