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p IairiniDni I ft VilUMJUl II Ml By ANNIE CHAPTER III. 4 Continued. *'You?you have ferown, I think," Bays Rose, scrutinizing with horrorstricken eyes the girl's ragged, dustBtainad clothes, and remembering with all the shame of which he: small soul is capable that the lady's maid scrutinizes them also. "And you are sunburnt?you are very sunx burnt, Belinda." "I should say I was, just! If you had been playing paume under such a sun as this, you wcvuld be sunburnt, too. But where is your maid? You don't mean to say you have traveled all the way from Brompton to St. Jean de Luz alone?" <" i- . Rose on this gives a side glance at her gorgeous abigail, and whispers in Belinda's ears: "That is ray maid, my dear, and the most helpless, the most unbearable creature in the world. Still, as I had her from Lady Harriet Howes?and a particular favor her ladyship made of it?I don't / like to change. It's an immense thing," plaintively, "for one's maid to have lived in a good style of place, ^ you know." "I know?" repeats Belinda, with her mocking.gamin laugh. "Yes, 1 am the fellow to know about fine la; dies and their maids, am I not? But do you mean to say, Rose, that you and that magnificently dressed young Woman have traveled from one end of France to the other without getting run away with?" "I?I have not been altogether without an escort," responds the widow, and blushes. Belinda thinks she must have been wrong about the paint; not knowing that there are women who blush and padnt, too. "I was fortunate enough in Paris to come across a very old and dear friend, who took me about a little, and then, somehow or. other, I met with him again at Bordeaux, Curious coincidence, was it not?" laying her plump hand with girlish playfulness upon Belinda's slender arm. "But I have more curious things still to k i tell you when we are alone. Mes bagages." This to the dignified Basque coachman, who, with the air of a prince, his cap on his head, stands wailing to be paid. "Belinda, will you make that savage comprehend that I want my luggage? Ten large boxes, tell him, each with a blue ribbon and?oh, the awful dog! Some one take the awful dog away!" Costa has been critically examining . \ the newcomers, mistress and maid, and conveys his poor opinion of them to Belinda by a short gruff bark. "I thought all the dogs in France had to ? be muzzled by law. Spencer, Spencer! Get between me and that mon~ ster!". It is long before Rose can be made to believe that her precious boxes will be brought from the station-like all other people s boxes, on the hotel omnibus. Then, -when rooms have to be selected for her, arise new troubles. She must have a bedroom (and the drawing-room must have a balcony covered withflowers), a bedroom not too near some one else in case of fire?a bedroom not too near some one else in case of their talking in their sleep. And Spencer's must be on the same floor. And is there any ;,j,\ way of ascertaining who slept in the 'room last? Will Belinda request the people of the house to swear that j there has been no one with the smallpox this summer? "Swear? Why, a Basque will swear to anything you ask him," cries the girl, mischievously. "Of course people with smallnox have slept here this summer, as they have at every hotel in the place. What does it matK j ter. Rose. You will be so mosquitobitten, lite our friend Augustus, by to-morrow morning, that you won't recognize yourself in the glass. A touch of smallpox more or less cannnf m off or " With which scanty consolation Rose, the tears rising in her foolish, frightened eyes, has to be contented. She languishes away to a mirror, and taking off her veil, begins to dust her delicate rose-and-white face with her cambric handkerchief.. I use the word "dust" intentionally. Belinda, under the same circumstances, would rub her suntanned skin as vigorously as a housemaid rubs mahogany. But women of fashion have complexions, not skins. Rose treats her tearfully, tenderly, as you will see a connoisseur treat the surface of some fine enamel or other piece of perishable art; not, it may be, without reason. "I have grown quite an old woman, have I not?" She puts a smile on the corners of her lins, then turns and presents her face for the girl's admiration. "I dare say you would hardly have known me if you had met me, without warning, in the street? Now, tell me the honest truth, dear; 1 hate flattery." Rose, at this present time of her mortal life, has approached as near as it is possible for a good looking woman ever to do to her fortieth year. But, if there be truth in that delightful French adage that a woman is the ase she looks, we may call her nine and twenty?of course, 1 mean auer ner arc iauors are over xor the day. "Few sorrows hath siie of her own," this comely, silver tongued, bewitching widow, and no sorrows of others could by any possibility make her grieve. So she is without wrinkles. The lines in which strong love, strong grief, strong feelings of any Knni grave iiieir siury ou numan faces, are all absent from hers. Pound cheeks, breaking into dimples l'.ke a baby's when she smiles; wide open eyes, of that unchanging yellow hazel that often accompanies flaxen lashes and eyebrows; the most charming, most irVianificant little nose you I I iin DEDflTHC ! iu nMUiivii i ? EDWARDS. good tempered by nature, perhaps, but trained to every artificial "sweet> ness of smile and word: such is Rose. Her hair, that once was palest hempen, is now as auriferous a cop, per as Bond street chemistry can ! make it, and a marvel of luxuriance; , such exquisite plaits and tresses, such sly - nestling, unexpected little ring. lets! (Has Belinda forgotten the old dinnerless days, when her tired fingers had to crimp and plait and curl in the shabby London lodgings?) Her figure is plump?would be overplump but for the corset maker's torturing aid, and Rose's heroic resolve never to own a waist of more than twentytwo inches. Her complexion, fair , naturally, improved by art, is?well, a complexion, not a skin; need I say more? Belinda examines her with eyes | that would pierce all the enamel, all ! the rice powder in the world. "I am surprised to see you out of mourning," she says, giving a cold ' glance at her stepmother's white-andlilac finery. "Has your Uncle Robert been dead sis or eight weeks? I do not remember exactly?" "Eight weeks? Oh, Belinda dear, how thoughtless you are! Uncle Robert has been dead more than three , months, and I am only just in second mourning. The milliners tell me it's . ridiculously deep, but I?I know what a friend I have lost? Of course I could not enter upon these delicate subjects in a letter, Belinda, but Uncle Robert has left me everything, unconditionally. Money, house, plate, everything. I only hope I may be guided," says Rose, turning up , her eyes, "guided to make a right use of what is entrusted to me!"' Colder and harder grows the expression of Belinda's face. Can the girl forget by whose absence, whose death, Rose's good fortune was purchased?" "Oh, you are very lucky, Rose, very! But, somehow, I cannot find words just now to wish you joy. What are your future plans? Are vou coiner to live in that big house a? Brompton all alone?" Mrs. O'Shea's eyes sink to the ground. "I?I have many things to talk to you about, Belinda, as I hinted in my letter. But when I have told all my little story I am sure you will feel for me in my position. The romance of two young lives!" murmurs Rose, modestly apologetic. "Love sacrificed to duty! A heart slowly breaking during a dozen years! Belinda, my dear girl, you have heard? you must have heard of Roger Temple?" But not by a word or look will Belinda assist the widow's bashfulness or help her forward in her confession. "I believe that I have heard of such a person somewhere," she answers in a tone of the most freezing indifference. "Your friend Mr. Jones mentioned him, I think, Rose. But I pay so little attention to anything Mr. Jones says!" "Belinda, when we were both young?the day will come, I hope, child, when you will sympathize more with the trials and temptations of others?when we were both young, Robert Temple and I first met. And lie carta xur xxie. iyiusl i sa.y inure ; "Say everything, please, if you want me to understand you." "Roger Temple has asked me to be wife at last, and I?" "And you?are going to be married again!" interrupts Belinda cruelly. "For the third time! Then all I can remark is, you are very fond of being married, Rose." "I'm sure I don't know how you can be so unfeeling," says Rose, almost crying. "But you were always the same. Even when you were little you had no more sensibility than a stone. And Roger always expresses himself so beautifully about you and the Temples are such a good family, and everything; and then to say that I?I, of all women living, am fond of being married! I dp hepe, Belin uat \y imicvci juai u^jiuiuud liiaj uc, you will not express yourself in this most heartless and indelicate manner before Captain Temple." "Captain Temple?" repeats Belinda, ail innocence. "Why, when am I ever to see Captain Temple?" "You will see him in St. Jean do Luz to-day." "Captain Temple in St. Jean de Luz? You mean to tell me, Rose, that you and a young man are traveling about the world together?" "Roger met me in Paris and again in Bordeaux," says poor Rose, blushing through her rouge with vexation. "Iioger was the old friend I told you | of. And there war always Spencer? and we have taken care never to stop at the same hotel even. He has gone now to look for a lodging in quite f 4 Vi f Atl'TI Tf VA11 aiiWLiici }iai i I/J. cxic tvnjx. xi jvu knew, Beliiula?if y<ni only knew I what a soul of honor Roger Temple has you would not talk so lightly!" "Ah, but you must remember 1 , know nothing at all about him," rc. toi ls the girl, "and ray education does ' j not dispose me to take any man's j honor on trust. Never mind, Rose," she goes on with an assumption of pitying complaisance; "I am shocked, I own. but will keep what I think to . myself, i will not say a word, even i to Burke." I | "And you will behave with feeling, ' with consideration to Rober Temple, ' J for my sake?" { Before the girl ran answer a man's step sounds in the corridor; a knock | comes at the door. "Entre?!" cries out Eelinda in her clear, young voice. "My things," sighs the widow, all in a tremor, her heart reverting to the possessions which lie nearer to it even than her lover?her bandboxes. And the door opens. "Roger! You have found your way already?" Rose exclaims with rather from the light that falls unbecomingly full upon her through the open window. '"Belinda, dearest, ray very old acquaintance, Captain Temple. Now mind"?with infantine candor ?"I shall never forgive either of you if you don't fall in love with each r%4- r\y-> nr\ T Tiara hoon 11 Iro f h n f" I ULUt'I at UUCC. X uuv v ?4UV vM%.? always?Miss Ingram used to say I was quite absurd. Whoever I am fond of must be fond of all my friends!" But Ions before Rose has ceased twittering her small falsities Belinda's eyes and Roger Temple's have met?met and spoken the truth. "In life as on railways," a master hand has written, "at certain points, whether you know it or not, there Is but an inch this way or that into what train you are shunted." Into what train has Belinda's passionate heart been shunted, all unknowing, at this moment? CHAPTER IV. What Men Call Love. Rose spoke of the romance of two young lives, of love sacrificed to duty, of a heart slowly breaking during a dozen years. This we may set down as the poetic form of the story about herself and Roger. Now let us have it in the prose. And in the first place, I would remark, that if Roger Temple's heart has been breaking during the length of time Rose imagines, either it must have been an extraordinary tough heart when first the process was set up, or the process is one that slightly affects a man's outward strength anti health. He is a well-knit, handsome looking fellow; a little sallow, perhaps, like most men whose digestions have been too long tried by climate and curry, and with a touch of Indian listlessness in his English honest blue eyes. But as to heart-breaking, wasting in despair, moral dyspepsia of any kind! Ask his brother officers, the comrades who know him best, what man in the regiment they would conu sider the most absolutely free from all such disorders, and ten to one the answer will be "Roger Temple." A first-rate shot, a bold rider, a capital fellow at the bivouac or mess table?these are the things you will hear respecting Roger among men. And as regards softer matters? Oh, well, flirtation and young ladies are not very much in old Roger's line. If marriage is fated to overtake him, if the best fellow on earth is fated to be spoilt, it will have to be done by a coup de main. Roger might not have the heart to say "No" to a very pretty woman if she asked him outright to marry her; but he would certainly never have the energy to undertake the preliminaries of courtship himself. The story, in the prose form, is simply chis: Rose married in her girlhood an e'derly London lawyer with whom, as an absolute nonentity. the conventional husband of a charming wife, this little hiFtory nas no concern, and launched into a narrow circle of dull professional respectability, was, at six-and-twenty, as really fresh and ingenuous a .oung person as ever breathed. So Roger Temple met and loved her. The Indian mutiny was over just at the time, and Roger, a fair-faced boy of nineteen, had come back wounded after his first dark taste of soldier's work to England. He made Rose Shelmadeane's acquaintance at an East London dinner party, to which a family lawyer of the Temples, or other unimportant agent, had led him; sat opposite to her at dinner, and, not knowing till dessert, at least, that she was the crown and blessing of another man's life already, conceived for her as wild a passion as ever foolish lad conceived for still more foolish woman since the world began. The London season was at its height, even Rose's humdrum life enlivened by an unwonted share of parties, theatre-going, drives in the park. visits U> me Ziooiogicai; country cousins who must be amused staying in the house. Roger saw her, dogged her, worshiped her everywhere. One of the country cousins being female and unmarried, it might be assumed that Mr. Temple's attentions were honorably matrimonial. Mr. Temple being well born, young, handsome, of good expectations, was it not a manifest duty to offer him encouragement? To be Continued. The Limit of Laziness. Dr. Charles A. Eaton, of the Madison Avenue Baptist Church, said in the course of a brilliant after-dinner speech in Cleveland. "Laziness is responsible for too much of the misery we see about us. It is all very well to blarne alcohol for this misery, to blame oppression and injustice, but to what heights might we not all have climbed but for our laziness?" He paused and smiled. "We are too much like the supernumerary in the drama," he went on, "who had to enter from the right and say, 'My lord, the carriage waits.' " 'Look here, super,' said the stage manager one night, 'I want you to come on from the left instead of the right after this, and I want you to transpose your speech. Make it run hereafter, 'The carriage waits, my lord.' "The super pressed his hand to his brow. " 'More study! Mere study!' he groaned."?Cleveland Leader. Jambolayer. Dollars to doughnuts you don't linow what "Jambolayer" is. The same bet that Mark Twain could tell rnn in a minute, nut of his knowledge of the old days when he piloted Mississippi and Red River steamboats. It's made out oi' rice boiled, enough tomato to give it that chrome yellow it wants, plenty of red pepper and plenty of butter?served hot. The saloons on these steamboats always have a smell that distinguishes them from other eating halls?it is the Jambolayer.?New York Press. The largest static electric machine ever built is owned by a New York City physician. Twenty forty-inch glass disks revolve against twentyothers to producesparks thirty inches long by three-fourth3 of an inch in [Southern Dishes i / Mother and Daughter Find 1 Stomachs and Pockets?Per With These as Staples Two V in a Winter Resort. : "We have cleared $1000 a season 1 j on our persimmon beer, sassafras tea and hot waffles," declared a young j Southern woman who keeps a lunch ! and tea room at a winter resort. "When mother and I were left alone | we planned to take Northern tourists I as boarders. Almost every one down there does, you know. Our house I being small we could only make room j for three, and at the end of t'ao sea -* 'J rcoitroc 3 i m net $ r? n bUU w C 1UUUU behind with our grocer and owing for four tons of hard coal. To persons with the slender income that we nave this debt seemed appalling, and when the next winter came we didn't dare to try again. "One of the ladies who had board3d with us returned the next winter and was taken in by one of our nearest neighbors. Every few days she would drop in on us and try to prevail on mother to take her to board again. She explained that she liked the things we gave her to eat?old fashioned Southern dishes. "As I had read a lot about the success of tea rooms I spoke to this woman, asking whether if mother and I should open such a place she would come and bring her friends. She assured us that she would not only come for tea but would take her i lunches with us as often as we had hot fritters or waffles. "It didn't take much preparation. We simply threw our parlor and dinj ing room together, set out .all the I *11 4- i*t a "Korl In tllA Tl nil QP KftW | Kuiau tauico nw uu.u WMV I that the china and silver were handy, made a bowl of batter for waffle? and put a pan of biscuits "in the oven when we saw our former boarder coming up the front walk with three women friends. "That was for lunch, and when the four left an hour and a half later we had taken in $4. The food consumed was two broiled chickens, a pan cf biscuits, ever so many hot waffles and syrup, a small pat of butter and four cups of tea. All Wanted to Eat. "They left us with the understanding that we would serve them tea, . persimmon beer, rolled wafers and j fritters that afternocn from five to six. They were there on time with j a troop of people from the golf links. I They had talked about the nice SouthJ ern dishes we had given them for , lunch so successfully th^t about everybody In earshot had como over J to see what could be had in the way j of afternoon tea. "There were ten people there that j afternoon and they drank a bottle cf persimmon beer apiece. Now you I know persimmon beer Is not a com- ( mon beverage in the South and j mother is one of the few people in our neighborhood who make it. That year we had put up less than three dozen bottles, so when those people left our winter's supply was much diminished. "We were so much encouraged, however, that I sat up late that night writing notices, that we had opened a lunch and tea room, to leave in the office of our one tourist hotel and at the country club. We were busy the next morning setting out and preparing everything we had in the house in hope of having perhaps as many as the day before, and yet we were both so timid and uncertain that we didn't i dare to go to the expense of buying anything extra. When night came we were just about eaten out of house and home with nearly $50 in our pockets. "After thi3 experience we felt sea?/m,?yTi y-ir\+ nnlv fn rfinlonich nnr i'UiC CilUU&ll ?ui uuij w a vy?vu?u4a supplies but to hire a young girl to help in the kitchen and lunch room and two more to come in the afternoon to be called on In case of necessity during the tea hour. We had work for them all that afternoon, and had to send over to our neighbors to borrow extra cups, saucers and 1 spoons. "That afternoon finished our supply of persimmon beer. The next morning I borrowed a horse and buggy and drove ten or twelve miles hunting for more of it. I succeeded in buying four dozen bottles and two I three gallon jugs full. Willing to Pay. 1 "Aftor consulting our friend and former boarder we decided that the only way to make our supply of beer hold out was by putting up the price. f From ten cents a glass we raised it to j : twenty-five cents. Can you imagine people paying twenty-five cents for a small glass of persimmon beer? Well, thpv rlirl it. and so manv of them that I our supply vanished during the I ! Christmas holidays. Several of' them bought it by the tottle to send bacl. to their friends for Christmas presents. "After the persimmon beer was all gone we had to fall back on blackberry cordial and Scuppernong wine. This we served with fruit cake?the kind we call black wedding cake. ] "I used to think there was no end to the appetites of our customers | when we first began to serve that I cake and wine. I have seen a man drink a whole bottle of the wine and eat one-lialf of a large cake, and the women were almost as bad. Why they didn't die from indigestion is a mystery to me. Often I used to tell mnthor th ov wnnlrln'f "ho ahlA to f?nmP the nest day, but they always (lid. j "Our marble cako was almost as (< popular as the fruit cake. As it is much less expensive to make, of | course ve were glad enough to have it taken as a substitute. No, wp . didn't find Lady Baltimore or angels' i' food very popular. People would ' 1 take them when they couldn't get the fruit or the marble. They said after playing golf they wanted something stronger than the usual light cake and tea. i 1 "Besides our lunches and teas we 1 now have a good demand for pre- 1 serves and pickles. We make them .1 Prove Profitable. :he Way to Reach Northern cimmnn Rppr and Hake Vomen Make a Good Living during the summer and our customers either buy them to take back North with them or send back to friends left behind. We began the business with almost no preparation, but now it keeps us working hard the entire summer making preserves, pickles and wines for the next season's use. Made It by the Barrel. "We make persimmon beer by the barrel und usually get rid of all that we can supply. Buying blackberries, muscadines and other wild fruit is easy enough, since the negroes are accustomed to gathering them for sale, but it is about the hardest thing in the world to get persimmons. Why, the first autumn that we determiner! +n mntp an pxtra SUTJDlV of I beer I had go into the country for days with our cook and maid and gather the persimmons myself. "Yes, we had many demands for possum during the last two seasons, and when. possible we had it for lunch. Persimmon beer is the natural beverage for baked possum, and my father always had them both for New Year's dinner. "It is seldom that a persimmon tree is cut down in our part ol| the South, i Even when they are little slips they will be left In the fields. . f This is not only because of the fruit and for the convenience of having a natural 'possum trap on your place, but because the tree is beautiful and affords a delicious shade for man and beast during the entire summer. Any Southerner will tell you of seeing mules and horses in the plow stop of their own accord when they reach a persimmon tree. "Of course the main reason for our success is that we were the first in 4-Urs fonnlo OOV tVl OV lilfP nil T I/JJIC UC1U. JL wwpiw uuj things because they are not to be had anywhere else. My mother has always been considered a good cook and housekeeper and is certainly fond of both. We give just the dishes we would have at home could we afford them and prepared in just the same way. To begin with all our china, silver and glass were old fashioned, and now, instead of buying new things, we hire it of a neighbor who, likg most of us, knows the need of a few dollars. "The furnishings of our little home are also old, and this seems to be an additional attraction to our customers. At first mother and I did all the serving, but now that our business has increased so mother remains In the pantry to serve while I sit at a desk in the front room to receive the checks and give change. Of :ourse making $1000 in four months is pretty good business for two women in the South." Embarrassing For Her. 'A Milwaukee man and his wife recently received a call from an old J n of nnon fnr incuu WIIULU LUCJ lia.U JIUL years. Just before the three sat down to a little supper In the German style, the wife, seizing a favorable opportunity, whispered to her husband: "We have only three bottles of beer in the house?just enough to go around. Don't ask him to have more." "Very well," answered the husband, who chanced to be thinking of something else at the time. Half an hour later the host, to his wife's consternation, asked the guest to take more beer. The invitation was politely declined, but still the host did not desist. A dozen times the caller was urged to drink; a dozen times he firmly refused. When he had departed the wife took her husband to task. "What on earth made you persist so? Didn't I tell you there -were only three bottles? Why did you insist upon his having moro beer, more beer, more beer?" "Mercy!" exclaimed the husband. "I forgot entirely." "But," continued the wife, "why did you suppose I was kicking you under the table?" "My dear," blandly replied the husband, "you didn't kick me!"? Lippincott's. ' On the farms of England last year ! < there were 1,494,089 horses em-|i ployed. ... THE BUN How the East Indian Adapted in T Bungalow Is an elastic word. The < ic'ea is old and it has been adapted to i this country within the last few years. 1 There has always been the cottage at < the seashore or mountains and the < colonial mansion had been here be-: fore the days of the oldest inhabitant. 1 In the West they had shacks and in ] Italy they have the villa. India had s to have something, so in the Ben- >' galese district they created the bung- < alow. Now it is here, but far differ- < ent from the Bengalese affair. For in J East India the bungalow is of flimsy < construction, with thatched roof, ver- < andas surrounding the house and 1 with one room divided by a curtain. At first the bungalow was a cooling- ' off place, a garden or a lodge. I With the name and the idea Ameri- 1 can architects have somewhat changed ? things and have shown East Indian 1 1 * <i/MirtfT?v n linnnrn^ 5 peupie tllrt-L III L11XO WU1U4J n vsat-L&u. low really is something. When the : idea was new in this country an arch- ^ itect when asked the difference be- f tween a bungalow and a cottage said ( atout $5000. But that doesn't mean e ycu can't get a bungalow for less Lh-in that amount. The bungalow, as built in this country to-day, is a permanent, struc- t ture, a home for all the yoir around, cBxcept for those who have money ^ enough to own one for summer use ? There is record of wheat growing in China as far back as 3000 B. C. The total area sown to gingelly ia the Madras presidency, India, is 535,000 acres, the estimated yield for which is 44,498 tons. This is the commercial name for sesame, from which the value of oil produced annually is about $3,993,014. . \ The output of white salt in th9 United Kingdom in 1908 amounted to 1,984,656 tons. Cats are subject to a form of Influenza which is communicable to human beings, and they can catch it from man just as readily. Cigar boxes of glass are coming more and more into use. They are cheaper than the wooden boxes and keep the cigars fresh a longer time. The Institute of Marine Engineers in London recently discussed the subject and H. A. Mayor, of Glasgow, said that the prospect for electric propulsion for ships Is very hopeful. A Berlin paper says that New York Is the third German city in the world in point of population. "With its 650,000 Germans," it says, "it is exceeded in size only by Berlin, which has about 2,000,000, and by Ham burg, which, has about 730,000." There were 86,912 miles of overhead and cable wires in operation in India in 1907, against 4555 in 1857. The annual earnings of the cables between India and Europe since 19021903 shows a surplus each year of from $1,000,000 to $1,200,000. New York City housekeepers are great sufferers from short weights and measures. Chief Derry, -of the Bureau of Weights and Measures, reports that five per cent, of the sellers in the city use false balances and measures, and that to sell coal onequarter short of the weight paid for is quite common. The American Vice-Consul-General at Calcutta, India, reports that a great business is springing up in that metropolis In securing and preparing the skins of brown rats, which are used for many purposes, such as binding of DooKs, tne maKing or purses, gloves and other articles of feminine use and adornment. CHEAP RAILWAY TRAVEL. Switzerland's System Operates to Promote General Business. It is not generally known that Switzerland maintains a press agent in the United States. His name is Hedley P. Somner, whom an advance man of a theatrical troupe would call a "live wire." Ask him if he is really the publicity agent for the Government, and he will explain that he really represents the railroads which are owned by the Government. Mr. Somner was at the Hotel Henry last night. His entertaining talk regarding Swiss railroads is an inter esting travelogue. Mr. Somner is enthusiastic on the subject of Government ownership of railroads. In Switzerland the people point with pride to the fact that every mother's son is part owner of the railroads. When Mr. Somner discusses railroads he describes the towns they touch and the scenery through which they pass. In these towns are hotels. Visitors from America cannot patronize one without the other. His publicity work in the United States has been profitable to his country. In 1905 16,518 Americans visited Lucerne, and the total has risen in 1909 to 20,628. The Government of Switzerland has figured that the cheapest transportation that can be provided is the most profitable for the country, onH for that rensnn thev advertise fifteen days' unlimited travel over 2730 miles of railroad and lakes, with any sort of stopover privileges, absolutely first class, for $16.32. In other words, for $1.09 you can travel an entire day in Switzerland.?Pittsburg Dispatch. A Close Imitation. "These mechanical toys are very life-like." "How so?" "Johnny's automobile has run down the cat and knocked the sawdust out of two dolls."?Louisville Courier-Journal. n A T ,f>W Ui.AXJV/ T T Creation Has Been his Country. only. It is divided into as many rooms as taste and pocketbook direct, but usually it is a combination of re:eption hall, drawing room, library, lining room and living room. There is no suggestion of luxury in this type of architecture, and the furnishings, to be in harmony, should suggest rest, ease and comfort. Straight-back chairs, upholstery, onyx tables and gilt stools are as much out jf place in the bungalow as a steam piano in a flat. The type contributes :o happiness and content, and build 2rs say a cynic never seiecis a uuagulow. Brides rave over them. So popular have they become that Guilders are putting them up and :hen offering them for sale for the mrchasers of the ready-made. Some ;ay this is the cheaper plan, but th? nan who has built his own will have ;o much satisfaction from having it is he wanted it that he won't agree vlth this. In some cities shoddy afairs have been rushed up by building oni panics, and these are likely to be ;old bricks.?Atlanta Georgian. Australia's largest cattle herd Is bat running on the Victoria River Cation, northern territory, 320 miles outh of Port Darwin. It numbers 10,000,000 lieacL v 1 TELESCOPES NOW AMPLE FOE ALL PURPOSES. B--' DIAItamSNM DafiafAt ThAOPtt That Larger Lenses Are Needed to Detect Life on Planets. -'It Is not the big telescopes whictj are needed in the observation erf the planets so much as good definition# and that can be had only when the at-? m^pphere is perfect for observation,M Professor Pickering, of Harvard Ob* servatory, declares. He also gays that so important is this condition o! the air that he has seen more with a telescope of five inches' diameter in Jamaica than he has been able to see at Harvard with a telescope of flfteeai inches' diameter. Professor Picker* ing was speakin- on the theory that it is only bigger telescopes which ar | needed tq reveal life on the planets. < "Instead of spending large sums of money on bigger telescopes than wej now have, a part of that monejj might more usefully go into publH cations and other astronomical worij connected with observation," he de* clared. "It has occasionally been neoj essary, when the atmospheric condW Uons are not gooa?tnouga it is no* usual -with astronomers?to dlministy the aperture of even the largest tele* scopes; and Dr. Lowell has said that he was obliged sometimes to redact the aperture of his twenty-four-incti glass to sixteen inches. It would be useless in any eastern part of the United States to use a telescope cost* ing, say, $100,000, though such a telescope, If located in a suitable clhi mate, would give very much betteif results than we could yet from it here. . "In Cambridge, when I went te study the moon, or one of the planeta, I use a little six-Inch telescope, aqA it gives/ with the atmosphere we - i have, as good results as a fifteen-* Inch. It is very doubtful If in an* ? . oart of the earth there are atmo&J pheric conditions good enough to usq for observation of the planets a tety escope with an object glass of greater ] diameter than twenty-four Inches." | i The Camera Sees More. When instantaneous photography were subjected to a process of elimj ination and selection It was dlscoV ered that there were practically onlj two instants in the stride of the gaW loping horse that conveyed any idea of rapid fiight to the human eye. The j first or tnese was ai ine very Degiu* I ning of the stride, when, with all'fotd leg? hunched together under thq belly, .the animal was preparing fdl the forward leap; and the second was at the end of the impulse, whenj with legs outstretched to the limitj the horse was ready to take th4 ground again for another stride] Both of these periods, It will be seenj were the instants of arrest of motion ?instants when the human eye coul<| readily seize the action without thq intervention of the kodak. It was onl j ^ _ during the two Instants of arrest o$ motion that the eye had been abl4 | to note the position of the horse'a limbs. And these two periods of conn parative inaction had, through long association, become to us the perma^ nent and fixed symbols of action 111 the racing horse.?Birge Harrison, tin Scribner's. His Odd Charity. An auction sale of pawnbrokers? goods having been advertised for tliM ' > day the queer little man with miserl^ habits set out for the sale soon aftet breakfast. , - "Always attends those things; doesn't he?" said the pert young man< "yet he never buys anything." "He buys, but he doesn't bring the ! stuff home," said the gray^headed ' man. "There Is a man who maintain* f i in his modest way a queer charity; He hasn't much money to give awayj i but what little he has he gives to peoj pie who were unable to redeem goods I they have pawned. All pawnbrokers* j sales are haunted by men and ^omen ] who hope to get one last look at stuff that was once theirs. The old man has been through the mill himself?> lost everything belonging to his wife once and has never got over it. He can spot the soft-hearted unfortunates in the thick of the crowd. When he can he buys the trinket that the 1 other fellow would sell his soul for, and either makes him a present of It * or else sells it for the few cents the poor fellow can afford to pay. And that is his charity."?New York Sun." 1 T* TT- TTAM now ntj ncjjjui un, A lady -who occupied a fifth floor apartment, purchased a piece of Ice from an Italian around the cornel who dealt in this commodity. When it arrived and in response to the whistle she called down the dumb waiter ' I shaft, an order to 'send it up please," : a small voice replied, "You help-a | me pull-a the rope." This tha^.lady ^ | cheerfully did, but found the'd'uml 1 waiter so heavy that several times is , its upward progress the rope almost slipped from her hands. When at lasl she succeeded in hoisting it to her floor to her surprise a small bof sprang out. "This piece ice so big, he explained, v.a oov 'or, nn and hpln-a I Ill J laiuct y uw auj* f qv u ^ ? . the lady take It off-a the dumb wait* j er.' "?New York Times. j i A White Partridge. I In the early part of this week a gentleman residing in MontraorencJ | killed a snow white partridge?so \ far as known the only one ever heard of by residents of this city or section. The bird was seen in a covey of ordinary partridges near Montmorenci by Mr. Louis Mills, who chanced to have his gun with him. The other j birds flew when Mr. Mills came near . them, but the white one left his com- I panions and took refuge wilder some | bushes. In this way Mr. Mills got a shot at it and succeeded in bagging the most peculiar bird ever seen here. A I ?Aiken Journal. Last Papal Armj General. The Duke Adolfo Pianciani, who :Hed at Snoletow. was the last of the general officers of the papal army. j He was eighty-two years old. He J served under General La Morietere I and was with General Cialdini when I he surrendered to the Italians on Sep- 1 tember 18, 1SGQ. I