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Pampered Tor Heel Editor. | We are really becoming quite vain ' about the interest the ladies of Mount j Airy take in us. They admit us to i the sacred precincts of their kitchens, | let us tatste wonderful and delightful ; concoctions in the making, allow us j to view in awestricken admiration ' rows of beautiful cakes and then j i take us in the parlor and sit down and and tell us the inside secrets of ! the next big "affair." It is an envia- i ble thing to be a newspaper man ic Mount Airy.?Blue Ridge (NT. C.) Breeze. i I ( Some Men. Men are unappreciative of effort3 j 1 of their wives to look beautiful. During the recent absence of an Atchi- | 1 eon man his wife put up her hair in j curl papers every night, and washed ' ? hei- gray hairs in a new kind of tea , women have discovered. She sup- ; i posed that when her husband re- j e tr~ned home he would remark her J Improved appearance. But he didn't! f And his wife is still pouting.?Atchi- ( son Globe. : 1 . i < Rheumatism Cured In a Day. i ? Dr. Detchon's Relief for Rheumatism radi- ! 1 eallycuresinlto3days. Its action is remark- | ? able. It removes at once the cause and th? | . disease immediately disappears. First dose ; 1 greatly benefits. 75c. ana 81. At druggists. 1 Of the 147.000,000 of Russia's population , j 100,1300.000 are peasants. Itch cured in 30 minutes by Woolford'a { Sanitary Lotion. Never fails. At druggists. ^ Steel needles -were first made in England : in 1545. ? H. H. Green's Soxs, of Atlanta,Ga.,are j 9 the only successful Dropsy Specialists in the world. See their liberal offer in advertise- , 8 ment in another column of this paper. j J In Texas there is a man who carries on ' [ a regular trade in rattlesnakes. j ' Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25c. abottle. , c Partners in Crime. The hard-looking customer had t been arrested for stealing an um- ; v brella. r "What have you to say for your- ; c self?" asked the police justice. "Are i you guilty or not guilty?" I "I'm one o' the guilty ones, y'r J t honor, I reckon," answered the pris- ; ^ oner. "The umbrella had the name j of J. Thompson on the handle,\G. H. I Brickley stamped on the inside o' the ; cover, an' I stole it from a man named Quimby."?Chicago Tribune. Catarrh Cannot Be Cured ! With local applications,as they cannot I reach the seat of the disease. Catarrh u 8 blood or constitutional disease, and in order 1 to cure it you must take internal remedies. ' Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, and ! acts directly on the blood and mucous surface. Hall's Catarrh Cure is not a quack medicine. Jt was prescribed by one of the i best physicians in this country for years. ! and is a regular prescription. It is composed of the best tonics known,combined witn the best blood purifiers, acting directly on the mucous surfaces. The perfect combination of the two ingredients is what produces such wonderful results in curing catarrh. I Send for testimonial, free. F. J. Ciiejtev & Co., Props., Toledo, O. j Sold by druggists, price, 75c. Take Hall's 1 amily Pills for constipation. [ Retreat? .Never! j In an Irish garrison town a theatrical company was giving perform- j ances, and some soldiers from the lo- j cal barracks were engaged to act as j supers. Their duties included the | o waging of a fierce fight in which, af- j o ter a stirring struggle, one army was b defeated on a given signal from the ! prompter. For a few nights all went ; *ell, but on the Friday evening a special performance of the piece was to be given under the patronage of the colonel and other officers of the garrison. The two armies met as usual at the end of the second act, wfeen they fought and fought and j:ept on fighting, regardless of the j gonized glare in the eye of the ac- j tor general, who horsely ordered the , proper army to "Retreat, confound , you." But the fight still went on, I and soon the horrified manager Baw ihe wrong army being driven slowly j ?ff the stage, still fighting desperate- ! ly. Down came the curtain amid 1 roars of laughter, and the fuming i manager hastened to ask the delinquents why they had failed to re! treat on hearing the signal. "Retraite," roared a burly fusilier, whose visage had been badly battered, "and is it retraite ye'd have us, wid the colonel and all the offl- ^ cers in the boxes?"?Tit-Bits. 5 Kid Glove Caricaturists. The most prevalent and dangerous vices of our time are cowardice and Insincerity, and the timidity of our invective seems to be as much a symptom of those vices as of any new j virtues. There is little fear now of any excess in English caricature. ' What it needs is more of the energy of righteous indignation. ? London Times. OLD SOAKERS Get Saturated With Caffeine. i When a person has used coffee for 1 a number of years and gradually de- j clined in health, it is time the coffee ; should be left off in order to see j whether or not that has been the cause of the trouble. A lady in Huntsville, Ala., says she used coffee for about 40 years, and for the past 20 years was troubled ! with stomach trouble. "I have been treated by many phyKnt nil in iroln In or I OAV*XC4JUO} UUl ail 1U ? UJUi ? V^l J l,uiug I failed to perfect a cure. I was pros- ! ' trated for some time, and came near : dying. When I recovered sufficiently to partake of food and drink I tried s coffee again and it soured on my 1 stomach. 1 UI finally concluded coffee was tke i cause of my troubles and stopped using it. I tried tea and then milk in : its place, but neither agreed with me, I then I commenced using Postum. I | had it properly made and it was very j pleasing to the taste. UI have now used it four months, and my health is so greatly improved | that I can eat almost anything I want 1 and can sleep well, whereas before I , suffered for years with insomnia. . j ; "I have found the cause of my trou- i bles and a way to get rid of them. ; You can depend upon it I appreciate | , Postum." "There's a Reason." Read "The > . Boad to Wellville," in pkgs. j ; Ever read the above letter? A j ] new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full ol human interest. IA SISTER'S SACRIFICE! 4 4 4 "O dear me! Marie, are you not tired of this work, work, work, day after day, and no change?" These words were spoken by a very pretty girl, sitting in a most comfortable little parlor, one side of which was formed of a wide screen lined with green silk, which divided it from another portion of the room fitted up as a jewelry store. Marie and Jeanne were the daughters of Pierre Galoubet, a diamond jeweler, renowned more for his taste and honesty than for his fortune or his luxury. He was a widower with ;wo daughters. Marie and Jeanne were the very Idols of his heart. Pierre had been a soldier in his youth, like most Frenchmen, and during his absence in Algiers his wife had died. When he :ame back a kind neighbor took him :o her cottage, and leading him to a :radle, showed him two little infants sleeping side by side on the same pilow. Pierre knew that in his absence l child had been born to him, but he lad had no communication from lome for more than a year before his eturn. He therefore turned from he children to his neighbor with a ook of Inquiry. "Are they both my children?" said le. "Why, no," replied Jacquinette. There's a whole history about them, ind, Pierre, as you are a clever man, ind have traveled all over the world, 'ou perhaps will be able to settle a joint that has puzzled us ever since he death of your wife." "What is it?" "Why, which of these two is your ! laughter?" "Which??why, who is the other?" j "Oh, one day, about a month after | he birth of your child, when your i tHfo rmarior? the ontlae-p rinnr in the norning, she found on the threshold ine of these infants. She knew which t was, but you know poor Mme. 5ierre died suddenly, and she never tad time to tell me which daughter vas yours." Again Pierre leaned over the ba-' lies, and as they opened their eyes md smiled on him, Pierre felt as if 10th were appealing to his heart, both isking his protection. From that hour Galoubet called >oth children his, and Marie and Teanne, as he christened them, for hey had no name until his return, >ecame the idols of his life. When they were grown up, Marie ind Jeanne, who both adored their ather, helped him in his business. Marie kept the books, and Jeanne, rho had a great talent for drawing, 7hich had been cultivated, made the Irawings and designs for the setting if the diamonds. . I They were now both eighteen; at | east, knowing the age of one, Pierre iad always put them down as the ame age; their father's strict honisty had prevented his making a forune, but, thanks to the management if Jeanne, they were in easy and comortable circumstances. Of late a cloud, however, had risen n the household so full of thesunshine if affection. Jeanne had grown penive, and even looked pale and thin, eceiving her father's caresses with ndifference, and sitting for hours, lencil in hand, without drawing a troke. Now, on this evening, when he. sisters were alone together, eanne had pushed the paper from ler with disgust, and throwing down ter pencil, had declared her dissatisaction to her sister. "Jeanne," said Marie, looking up, i you have never felt dissatisfaction j ?efore, but you are unhappy, and you pill always be so until you confide pnat trouoies you to your Dest riends, your father and your sister." "Not to my father; I dare not, but o you, Marie. O sister, I am so yretched!" "Wretched??why, what has hap- j >eued ?" "Marie," said Jeanne, sitting down in a stool at her feet, "listen, but do lot look at me. Some months ago, rou remember, I came home one Sunlay morning from church, where I lad gone with our servant, with a prained anlde." "Yes, I remember." "Well, I had fallen?slipped off the narble steps of the church, and 'ainted from the pain. Well, as I ay there, and the crowd began to gather around me, a gentleman advanced, and putting aside those who :rowded over me, lifted me up in his trms. Preceded by his servants, who nade way for him, he carried me to lis carriage, and placing me in it, isked our servant our address, and Irove me home. He was young, landsome, and in manner so fasciniting as to have been able to dispense ivith being either, Marie. The next :lme I went out I met him. I have seen him often since; he loves me: [ love him." "Well, if he is an honest man, true ind sincere in his love, why should i*ou be unhappy? You know your 'ather will consent?" "He is the Due Octave de Blossac." "The Due de Blossac, Jeanne?" "Yes." "But not an honest man, or he tvould never have dared to speak to pou of love." "He is an honest man, for when he spoke to me of love, he told me that le could not marry me, but he offered :o devote his life to me; he offered aever to marry." "But he did not offer to marry J'OU ? " "You know that was impossible. So we are parted, I suppose forever; and that is why I am wretched." "Jeanne," said Marie, "if he loved you?but no, I will not talk thus to vo>'.: vou .irp blinded bv love?I will tell you to think of our father, whose only hope we both are, whose only love we both are." "Yes; my father, ray own dear father; but his love cannot be the only love of my life." At this moment the door opened, and Pierre himself entered the room. His daughters rose and rushed up to him, throwing their arms around him. ' My dearest father, you look sad; tell me what is th3 matter with you." 14AL, girls, girls, my own two chil dren?for you are both my children, are you not?" "Yes." "Something has happened that I felt would happen one of these days. It is proved to me that some one beside me has the right to love one of ycu." "Ah, father, what do you mean?" "You know you own history?you know that one of you is not my daughter." "We have never liked to think of it." "Well, children, this evening I had an appointment, of which I told you nothing, so much did I dread it. It was with an eminent lawyer. He has proved distinctly to me the persoD who claims one of you; told me the whole story; but how am I to part with either of you?" "Which of us, father, is not youi child?" "Here precisely is the puzzle; we cannot tell; but I cannot give uf either of you, for I love one as well a? the other." "We both love you as our father; we do not want to leave you; we can love no other father but you." "The daughter that is not mine has neither father nor mother; it i? her mother's mother who claims her. But she will give her what I cannot give?a great name, riches, and a position in society far above the one I have placed her in. Which of you is it?" Jeanne and Marie ootn Kissea nis i cheek; neither spoke. Jeanne wag j thinking that the advantages he set before her would have removed the obstacles which separated her from Octave, but she only sighed deeply; I not for an instant did she dream that I she could ever lay claim to all this brilliant fortune; but Marie, taking ' her father's hand, calmly asked him ' if there was no sign by which they | thought to recognize the rightful heir, j "The heiress of the Marquis de j Valbourg has a sign?so says a letter 1 from her mother. I do not think it ) is love that makes them so anxious i to find her, but the Due de Blossac > is heir to the property, >and the rev- ' enues of all the estates have been for j years accumulating; until the death of this girl is proved, the Due de . Blossac cannot touch a penny. | Jeanne, what is the matter with I you?" "Nothing, father; I feel faint." "My darling, sit down." "Well, you must know that by an ; amicable arrar cement made years ! ago, when the existence of this daugh- [ ter was suspected, it was decided that i when she should be found and in- , stalled in her rights, she should become the wife of M. de Blossac, that 1 young, handsome duke, you know; i he has been here often to buy dia- | monds; but?Marie, Marie, look at your sister; she has fainted!" Jeanne was conveyed to her room, , for she had indeed fainted. An hour ! afterward Marie slowly entered the room, where her father was anxiously ; pacing the floor. "Father," said Marie, "Jeanne is better; she will sleep soon, and then all will be right. Father, have you a favorite between us?" "Yes; the one who was sick when you were children I always loved : best; but now Jeanne is suffering and j seems unhappy, why, darling, I think j I love her"? "Not better than your Marie; that i can never be. But would you be con- j 1 tent to see Jeanne happy?" "At any cost." "Tell me the sign by which this lady says she can recognize her granddaughter." "A violet mark imprinted in the J way in which sailors mark their arms, but over the heart." "Then," said Marie, "you oust love me best, father, for I am your child, ! and Jeanne is Duchess de Blossac." j "To lose one of you is terrible, my darling; but do you think that will console her?" "I do, tnoug" sue win never iorget us." i That night Marie knelt by her Jeanne's bedside; the door was locked , and the sisters were alone. "Marie!" exclaimed Jeanne; "I cannot hear of this sacrifice. What ' right have I to deprive you"? "Of nothing, my sister. You love the duke, I do not. if I claim the inheritance. I must become his wife. j I cannot; so now submit." Still Jeanne resisted; but Marie i was firm, and drawing aside the ! night-dress, with a firm and light j hand she pricked the shape of a vio- ! let just over her sister's heart. Then, | rubbing it with gunpowder, she made the mark indelible. "Now, Jeanne," said she, "that Is exactly like the one I have on?the one, probably, my poor mother made, i But I love Pierre, who has been to us j a father; I have no taste for splendor, i Be happy, my own sister, and do not ' forget us." So Jeanne, In great state, was rec- j ognized as the heiress of Madame de j Valbourg, and a few days afterward 1 was married with great pomp and ceremony to the Due de Blossac. For a few days she had hesitated; then she had determined not to accept her sister's sacrifice; but she loved, and the temptation was too strong; i the inheritance she could huvT re- j nounced, but Octave. So forever she , buried her secret in her bosom. Without one pang did Marie watch ; her sister drive away in her brilliant ! equipage; with a smile she looked up j into her father's face, and he, wiping a tear from his eye, pressed her i to his heart, neither then nor to the day of his death ever knowing that the child who made his home sc happy, who loved him so faithfully, a woman full of sense, simplicity, and sensibility, was the heiress of the house of Valbourg, and should have i worn a ducal coronet.?Health and | Home. Potential. The country parson was condoling with the bereft widow. "Alas!" he continued earnestly, "I cannot tell you how pained I was to learn that your husband had gone to ; heaven. We were bosom friends, but i we shall never meet again."?Lippin- ! cott's. In a single minute a machine which cuts up wood to make matches will turn out 40,000 "splints," as they are called. / BE Strange Fuss Over Fashions. l#s strange how each new fashion never fails to provoke general discussion, the weight of it satirical or cynical. As if there could be anything strange in anything done by women! Fashions everlastingly are altering, and the wise mortal is proof against surprises. A year ago there was all the fuss about the Merry Widow hat. Last cummer it was the coming of the Directoire gown. Then it was the huge spread north, south, east and west of the early winter hat, and now it is the hat shaped like a bowl! What's new about that? Have we forgotten that a bowl formed a hat on the Mad Hatter's head while his hair was being cut? Once there was great talk and splutter about the bloomer, but we soon got used to it. Again, there was caustic comment when the divided skirt came in, but we accept it now without a murmur, just as we accept the young woman who rides astride. Foolish to worry over any fashion, however ridiculous. Nothing will prevent women obeying the dictates of the fashion designer, and why not receive the bowl hat complacently??New York Press. A New Fancy in Coats. Transparency is to be the keynote of the summer fashions, and the art of being graceful in scantiness is about to be superseded by that of looking airy. The materials in which the summer girl will float are cloudlike. Most amazing are the coats and wraps made of chiffon and gauze. They are marvelous triumphs of dressmaking skill, and can only be fashioned by an artist. "The simple life is fast disappearing," said one woman, "and we of limited purses have a harder time of it each season to keep in the swim. This newest whim of fashion, the transparent coat, is palpably a money making scheme )A Delicate Loaf Cake? S. - F" S" ? ) Two and one-half cupfuls o bad f J Sllieu IIUU1, QJ g* ) One cupful of milk, OS J- ) One-half cupful of water, IS ~ ' FOR ! Cp o j One-half cupful of butter, <4? j S3 ? . One cupful of sugar and thrc ? ? ''ggs. ft? <? < Two and r.ne-half cupfuls c == ? j sifted iiour, of the modistes. It is necessary, of course, to own one or two of these perishable creations, which hard usage or inclement weather will quickly destroy. Then we invest in other butterfly affairs, and so the game by which we lose money quickly, and the big importing houses make it quickly, goes merrily on. There is one redeeming feature to the costly business, however, for, arrayed in such apparel, we cannot fail to look well."?New York Press. ?r*wi :??i. A lUUUJCS&tt? Helena Modjeska, Countess Bozenta, had the most romantic and pathetic history of any actress who has graced the modern stage. In Poland, her native land, her artistic and refined nature brought her into prominence as an actress and pointed to a triumphant career among her own people. But the curse of politics held her in its grasp, and she awoke one sad morning to find herself an exile bereft of home ana resources. Then she sought refuge here, having mastered the intricacies of the English language, and was among the very first of foreign stars to assume prominence on these shores. Her forte was always the classic drama, to vhich she brought a certain sweet womanliness that was very charming. Her slight accent added to her reading, but the delight of her work lay in her close fidelity to nature and in the artistic but untheatric methods she employed. The closing yeard of her life were not entirely happy, for she always hoped and prayed for the day when she might return to her beloved Poland and receive the exoneration which was her just due. Her favorite line in "Mary Stuart," which seemed to sum up ail her desire, read, "My dearest, 'twas not to be!"?Boston Post. Just Don'ts. Don't scowl or frown or knit your brow. An unlovely expression will counteract perfect features. Don't mouth or bite your lips or hang your lips open. Twisting and contortion do not improve an ugly mouth and ruin a pretty one. Don't squint or wink your eyelids or attempt "goo-goo" expressions. Your eyes may not be glorious orbs, but if left as nature made them they will attract less unfavorable notice. Don't look coquettish or pose or smirk. Naturalness is one of the biggest factors known. Don't slap on peroxide or bought locks under the impression that the world is easily fooled. All three have their places, but should be used discerningly. uon i wear unuecumms tumuico v>i hats or gown just because they are the style. No one is so beautiful that she can afford to be a slavish follower of fashion. Don't try to look younger than you are nor older than you are, nor as if you had more money than you have. The girl who apes womanly clothes is as unlovely as the old woman who tries to be kittenish; while attempted finery is hopelessly inartistic. Don't neglect the value of sunlight, fesh air and a good digestion as beauty makers. Live out of doors and eat sparingly and the measure of beauty that is yours will be sensibly enhanced.?New Haven Register. A Lighthouse Keeper. Miss Laura A. Recox, who for twenty-seven years has tended the light of the Santa Cruz lighthouse, has but recently returned to her post l'rom the last of the six vacations she has taken during that period. Since 'SsM 1881 this woman has had absolute charge of .the light, and In all that time it has never gone out during the night. Miss Hecox followed her father in charge of the light. He was a retired clergyman, who took the work when his health broke down. With him went his wife and girl. During the thirteen years her father was in charge Miss Hecox was practically the real mistress of the lighthouse. When his death came she applied for and was given the work. Since that time she has been steadily at it, cleaning, tending and watching the light, that it may be never dimmed. Then her mother died in the old lighthouse, and the woman was left alone with her work. She loves It, and is never satisfied if she is away from it for long. Her only recreation is an occasional visit to her brother, at Oceanside, and gathering in sea specimens, a collection of which she recently gave to the Santa Crux library. Fortunately for Miss Hecox,,' the Santa Cruz lighthouse is not built on a rockbound coast, but is bowered among trees. The light is a modern one, of twelve candle power, multiplied by reflectors to something like 6C5 candle power. During the twenty-seven years it has been tended by Miss Hecox no ship has been wrecked on the Santa Cruz coast. ? Los Angeles Times. Business Side of Marriage. Every married woman ought to have an allowance and live opulently within it. Every man ought to be glad to grant sutfh an allowance ior his own peace as well as his wife's comfort. He should pay his wife at least as promptly and generously as he pays his hired man or his stenographer. Why not? The wise woman of to-day will not marry without a good business agreement to this effect. The woman who )R SPONGE. ii One-half teaspoonful of salt, One teaspoonful of sugar. One-half of a compressed yeast cake. SECOND MIXING. Four tablespocnfuls of shred/ ded almondj, e Two tablcspooniuls of shredded citron, if One teaspoonful of lemcfn extract. ?Ladies' World. is growing wise by experience will strike for such an agreement, and keep on striking?or coaxing?until she gets it. Here is a place for her to use all her new thought, ingenuity, faith and love. T 9 ???* ttnnKnn/1 rtrnn't fnll TTnil 11 JUU1 nuouauu nuu u v>w a & j wu i>u<j truth about his business, income or profits, get a Bradstreet or Dun's report on him! Then coax him into making you an allowance, be it ever so small. Ask him to try it a month or two anyway. Catch him in a good humor, look your sweetest and say please pretty. "You ought not to have to coax, for what is rightfully yours?" Of course not! But you are dealing with a 1 husband and a world, not as they I ought to be, but as they are. See I you adjust yourself accordingly, remembering that there are several matters in which you don't always act as you "ought" to. Lay judicious siege to your husi j band's heart, and to his head?his ! sense of justice?and you will find j his purse strings become more workable.?Elizabeth Towne, in Nautilus. I Get About Gracefully. ! Fashion imneriously commands us to wear our skirts most inconveniently long In front. Some of us rebel and hem them up or cut them short. Others submit and trip over them at awkward moments with more or less embarrassing consequences, j It is Infuriating to find, just at the S moment one wishes to make a particularly graceful entrance, that one's skirt has managed to catch in the steel buckle of one's shce, and that the entrance has to be made in a kind of hopping shuffle. The ingenuity of lace skirts in getting themselves hung up in this fashion is past belief. One cannot admire too much the skill wiih which actresses manage these long skirts. How they can run across the stage in them is a puzzle to many in the audience. J A skirt that is too short in front, i yet long at the back, is very ugly and i ungraceful, but there is a happy mej dium between this and the ultraj smart one that lies on the ground an j inch or two in front of the feet like a trap to catch them. A fair one dej scending from her motor at the en| trance to a theatre the other evening put one small foot upon the footboard behind a length of skirt so unneces: sary that the second foot stood fair ' and square upon it. j The direct consequence was that 1 she fell into the arms'of the stalwart uniformed official who commands the coming and going of vehicles outside this particular theatre. When she recovered herself there was half a yard of her skirt detached from the rest by means of a long split. It is really possible to be quite graceful in a skirt only long enough to touch the the ground in front, and there are many thousands of well-dressed women who cannot manage these longall-around skirts gracefully.?Philadelphia Record. ' Must Subscribe to Home Paper. A league to promote refinement ! among young men has been organ| ized by a number of young girls o? Morocco, Ind. Among other things. j tne giris assert, tnat tne rauure ot , a man to take the home paper is an ! evidence of a lack of intelligence and I that he will be too stingy to provide ' for a family and educate his children. Tragic But True. We have noticed that after a man . has been married a year or two he | quits wiping the dishes for his wife, t \ ?Topeka Capital. f TRES?CENT WILSON PLEADS FOR A NATIONAL NEWSPAPER Ilead of Princeton Says That the Oc? cupant of the White House is the Only Person Who Can Reach All the People. In responding to the toast "Our Country and Our Day," at the 125th ; annual dinner of the Friendly Sons ' of St. Patrick, at Delmonico's, New j York City, President Woodrow Wil- . son, of Princeton University, created ; sorhe surprise when he said that there j would be no real benefit derived from j the intermingling of races in this i country until the national newspaper J had been established. He said that at the present time the only voice heard by all the people was that of ! the President, that his remarks and opinions were the only ones printed by all the papers. "I have traveled around this country a great deal and have read most of the newspapers of importance and I regret to say that as yet we have no national newspaper," said Presi- i dent Wilson. "All our newspapers are alike. In opinions very largely they are bounded by the localities in which they are published. Every newspaper, not excepting the great i The only difference between the New J York paper and the country paper is i that the former has more live news to j select from and the latter is forced j to use press association despatches to j fill space. "The voice of the President is the , only one that reaches the people. | His views are published in all the | papers. Speeches and views by mem- j bers of Congress are published perhaps by the papers in their respective districts, but never get to the general public. The consequence is that the President's voice is the only one heard in public affairs. That is why it is absolutely imperative that we elect Presidents who have national thoughts and inspirations. A national newspaper that would reach all the people would make for universal intellectual development." When asked later whether he believed a national newspaper possible in this country Dr. Wilson said: "I believe that conditions make the newspapers what they are. The conditions in this country are such that a national newspaper is an impossibility. If an editor started out to ; publish a national newspaper in New j York or anywhere else, owing to the I - ? 1?i.J?? T J ViaH SAlSULlg WUUUlLlUIia X UUU v. UCIK1C j that he could carry out his purpose. I Even with unlimited means and tryj Ing to get out an ideal publication j with a national scope, the task, in my j opinion, could not be successfully accomplished. I would not know how j to tell him to go about it, as I have never been a newspaper man myself." "Do you think it would be possible to eliminate local news to get a naj tional paper?" he was asked. I "No, I don't, especially in New : ! York. The only place where it would | be at all reasonable or feasible to try i the scheme would be in some largs j capital like Washington, maybe, and\ I I hardly think that it would be posI sible there. It is impossible to get ' national news and the local news, too, i in a paper in this country, because it j ts so big. "By a national newspaper I mean | one that publishes all the news of in- i iay-not frnm all rtvor thd milTltrV. The I focal events in New York are of so much interest that the Associated Press despatches from elsewhere are crowded out. I read the country j newspapers for national news, bej :ause their columns cover a much wider range, having less local matter ! to print. ' As for foreign news, the papers In this country print practically none. I have to get the London Times to ! read the foreign news, and then it is a week or so old." , . "Do you believe that a national newspaper exists anywhere?" Dr. i Wilson was asked. ! "Yes, I believe the London Times is a national newspaper. But then, i you see, England is a snug little coun- ; j try and very small as compared with , I our great area. London is the one | great centre of English life as well 1 as the capital of the country. It is i fairly simple to make a London paper I national. "But in this country we have so I many centres that there is no one I great capital of all American interj ests. As I said, the President of the { United tSates is the only national ; figure. It might be possible to get up such a newspaper in Washington, but then it would largely be devoted I to politics and national only in that sense. New York would overshadow it as a news centre, and then we would get back to the local bugaboo. No, I don't believe that the scheme is ! now possible in this country." A Matter of Principle. "Will you have my seat?" he fnI quired politely. "On the ground that I am agea 1 and decrepit?" i "No, indeed, madam." "That I am young and beautiful, j and possibly cot averse to a flirtation?" "Certainly not. That Is"? "Then it's simply because you are | a gentleman. In this respect differ- . ing from the fat person on the left ; and the scrawy specimen at the right. 1 I am glad to learn of your principles, sir, but this is my corner."?Philadel- ; phia Ledger. Irish Cream Jars by Mail. Fresh cream is shipped from farms j Ireland to consumers in London by : parcels post. Thomas Bullock, who ; has a farm in County Cavan, Ireland, I devised a small Egyptian jar, holding [ a pint, with a special cork, by whica I this could be safely done. The dis- j tance is 400 miles, and the shipments ; are made across the water from Greenore, Ireland, to the nearest point on the English coast. His customers in London have often waited their breakfast for their morning's supply I of cream from his Irish farm.?New York Press. It has recently been shown that an automobile can make the trip to Calcutta from the extreme northern part of India without a hitch. ^ , 1 . \ / . ' ; ; '' Sx^Pgs EWvcS&ma oste genWy \/e\ v?om\% OTvttos \>ow6\s; cVeosvses V\vg system e$ec\uo%; assvste oxvamoveccomvn^s habiXwA cowsti^aXvoxv pstmtveivw/To Cet'vfe beweJvevdV dfecis.<Awaysbuy tVa Mm. ? HANUraCTURCO Sv THE CALIFORNIA Fig Syrup Co. SOLD BY LEADING DRUGGISTS 50*ABOTTLE The Budding Poet. Editor?' Is this your first effort?" Budding ?oet ? "Yes, sir. Is it nrnrfli onrfhlnty frt vnn?" nvi tu auj buiug tvy' j vu . Editor (with emotion) ? "It'? worth $5, if you will promise not to v write anything more for publication until after this has been printed. I want your entire output, you understand." Budding Poet?"I'll promise that, all right. When will it be printed?" Editor?"Never, while I'm alive." * ?Chicago Tribune. RHEUMATISM I want every chronic rhenmatlc to throw away all medicines, all liniments, all plasters, and give MUNYON'S RHEUMATISM REMEDY a trial. No matter what L.4 your doctor may say, no miner nw ^ . your friends may say, no matter how prejudiced too may be against all advertised remedies, go at once to your druggist and get a bottle of the RHEUMATISM REMEDY. It It falls to glv<? satisfaction,! will refund yonr money.?Munyon Remember this remedy contains no salicylic acid, no opium cocaine, morphine or other harmful drugs. It Is put up under the guarantee of the Pure Food and Drug Act. . For sale by all drusrslsts. Price. 26c. \ A Total Abstainer. I Excited Individual?"Is tbis where the^ swear people?" Commissioner For Oaths ? "Yesk sir; what can I do for you?" Excited Individual ? "I want to take an oath never to put down anDther carpet."?Tit-Bits. Forthe Kidneys and Liver Dr. Kennedy's Favorite Remedy is the best and sorest medicine for all diseases of the Kidneys and Liv*J/'/ er; rheumatism, dyspepeia and chronic con fsupanon. stops ouu iu back, sea ldlng and burning urine, headache,aching eyes, swollen ankles, 'sour taste in mouth, coated tongue; clears up urine and banishes many other symptoms of Kidney, Liver and Bladder troubles. Britain Ave., Hartford, Conn., says: "I had frightful pain in back. Doctors seemed powe r 1 e s s. I tried Dr. David Kennedy's Favorite Remedy. It cured me completely." Large bottles, $1.00, all druggists. Ir. some years the total of coffee, tea and cocoa imports into this country is considerably more than $100,000,000. Coffee imports alone have an certain occasions approximated $100,000,000 in value. On January 1 Canada was sheltering 38,258 Orientals-, Including 17,239 Chinese, 15,484 Japanese, and 5171 Indians. Canada has made 3ritlsh subjects of 7442 Orientals. RAISED FROM SICK BED. After All Hope Had Vanished. w__ T TT Uonnott KQ Pniintaln I iYira. j. xi. ?i -- St.. Gardiner, Me., says: "My back Eused to trouble me so severely that at last I had to give up. I took to my bed and stayed there four months, suffering intense pain, dizziness, headache and inflammation, of the bladder. Though without hope, I began 'll I ' ^ using Doan's Kidney Pills, and in three months was completely cured. The trouble has never returned." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. A Good Answer. A branch train of a Kansas railroad carried an old woman passenger the other day, who was very fidgety nflnmno onH a-nc r>nnHnii?llv nPR. tering the conductor with questions. "Which door do I go out?" she asked the conductor as the train pulled into the station where she wanted to get off. ' Go either way, madam," replied the ticket puncher. "Both ends of the car stop."?Kansas City Journal. Home Treatment. In Troy last week one of the school teachers, after having a medical examination in her room, wrote the following note to the parents of a certain little boy: "Your little "boy, Charles, shows signs of astigmatism. Will you please investigate and take steps to correct it?" To which she received a note in reply saying: "I don't understand exactly what Charles has been doing, but I have walloped him to-night and you whollop him to-morrow and that ought to help some."?Kansas City Star.