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ISSUED SEMX"WEEKLT l m. GRIST a sons, Publishers,I % gmspaptr: ^or (ht fjromotien off the political, gotial, Agricultural, and (Eommtijcial Jtit^sts o|f the ftoplt. ~ ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE^S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1902. INTO. 85. 1 - - -* - I aiAAr* .. I in the annals of the Christian church, | LONDON MOURNS FOR "TIM." | good quarters. The work was about to ?????????????@3I 1 THE Ml H OF ORA , R* ?*? ? I OopvrighU 1301, bv Charles B. EUurltH I ??????????????$ Synopsis.?Prince Neslerov wants to | HnrHnn fhp r?hArminBT I Uio.il y &' lauw^o %..? w daughter of an American who is building the Transsiberian railroad. Frances is interested in the fortunes of Vladimir Paulpoff, a stalwart Russian blacksmith. She asks Neslerov to use his influence for Vladimir. Neslerov goes to Vladimir's hut. The blacksmith has talent and shows Neslerov a picture he has painted. It is the portrait of a woman of rank copied from a miniature. The prince is excited and asks for the original. Vladimir's father says it has ben lost. To Vladimer old Paulpoff confesses that he lied to Neslerov and still has the miniature. Neslerov has the Paulpoffs sent to Siberia as nihilists. CHAPTER IV. the meeting at the forge. IT was characteristic of Frances Gordon that no matter how great the stress of social or other daties. her mind never lost room for such favorite schemes as were closest to her heart *4 _> -aaonn nf fhla /?hflrflr?tPrlfl. II YtCkO UJ uaouu v? %uia >.? tic that, while her busy father was deep in the mysteries and intricacies of the Moscow conference, the subtleties of which Increased as the time for separation and departure drew nearer, Frances bethought her of a fitting opportunity to make good a promise she had made to Vladimir Paulpoff, the blacksmith. During a conversation held several weeks before Vladimir had expressed a desire to study certain books which were apparently beyond his reach. Frances promised to obtain the books, and she did so. These made-quite a respectable package, and a drosky was called to convey her to the railway station. It was nothing new for Frances to travel nlnne as far as from Moscow to Perm, but on this occasion her father, with some sort of premonition, begged her to soud the books by messenger. "Oh, no," she said In her quiet manner of insistence. "We are about to return to the east, and I shall not see poor Vladimir for a long time." "Haug Vladimir!" exclaimed Gordon as he saw his self willed young lady step into the drosky. Having alighted at Perm? she hired another drosky to take her and the precious books to the forge. Tin. iIvIviim tvna n enrlv Infli. vidunl, whose face wus covered with a thick mass of heard and whose voice, when speaking to one not established as his superior, was heavy and insolent Responding to the call of Frances, he swung his heavy drosky in toward the door of her hotel. 'A police Inspector Rtood near, and the driver saluted In humility. "1 hate women!" he said to himself. "They pay nothing and have things happen to them. I shall get into trouble before I lose her." Frances stepped toward the vehicle, and the driver's mouth opened. "Such a woman!" muttered the drosky driver. "She must be English or an American. If she was a Russian, she would be a princess." Frances had had ample experience with his class In all parts of Russia. She calmly stepped Into the drosky and handed him a silver coin. "1 want to go to the Iron shops of the Paulpoffs, ou the South road," she said. "Paulpoff?Michael Paulpoff and his son Vladimir. Do you know them?" "Yes, I know them. But do youknow-what has happened?" "No. Has any one been 111?" "No; but"? Tfce police Inspector came up. "Any trouble here?" he asked sharply. "Trouble? Oh, no!" replied Frances. "I was just asking the driver some questions." "Where is It you wish to go?" "To the Ironworkers'?Paulpoff." A warning look that meant volumes to the initiated shot from the Inspector to the driver. The horses were whipped up, and the vehicle rolled clumsily over the road. "You said something had happened," said Frances. "Is any one sick at the Paulpoffs?" "No; It wasn't that," answered the driver. "But the rain yesterday broke up the road. I did not think you would wish to come." "Nonsense! There must be a safe way to get there." In trutli the way was as safe and comfortable as It had ever been, but the warning look of the Inspector had prevented the driver from Imparting the knowledge he had of the Paulpoffs. "Let the police tell their own tales? they are always true then?according to police standards," muttered the driver. It was a long drive to the forge, and when the drosky drew near, having passes] through the wild and almost unsettled region between It and Perm, Frances was struck with an air of mystery that seemed to have suddenly enveloped the place. There was no sound of the tremendous blows of Vladimir that sent the ring of steel far Into the forest. No smoke came from the chimneys. Old Mamma PaulpoiT had been wont to run to her door to see every arrival, but she was not to be seen. The wolfhound that had been Vladimir's pet sat whining upon the porch aud was evidently weak with hunger. "Old Boris!" eyied Frances, leaping from the drosky. "Where is your handsome master?" I /STERY |! SLOV ?! Y Ayhley Towne ff ?O l?@ The bound, who remembered her, placed his cold nose In her hand lovingly. He seemed to feel that he had rouna a rrieno. Frauces stepped to the door and pushed It open. "Oh!" she cried. She had opened the door on Prince Nicholas Neslerov, who stood there, about to depart, evidently, with a painting under his arm. "Mile. Gordon," he said, with a bow and smile. "Where are the Paulpoffs?" she asked. "Why, you have not,, then, been Informed of their misfortune?" "Misfortune! I knew nothing of any misfortune. What has happened?" "They are dead." "Dead! All the Paulpoffs dead! Impossible! Papa Paulpoff and Mamma PaulpolT might die, they were so old, but Vladimir! Impossible! So yonng and powerful! Nothing but the weapon of an enemy could kill him in this healthy place.". "I spoke as we speak, mademoiselle. The Paulpoffs are not really dead. We speak of a man who Is caught in crime and s-nt off?exiled?as dead. He Is dead to his friends and to the world. You understand?" Frances stood rigid and white, the package of books forgotten In the hands of the drosky driver. Her nails bit into the tender flesh of her clinched hands. Her eyes studied the face of the governor of Tomsk. "Vladimir has not been caught In any crime," she said, with a sort of gasp. "Impossible! He \\:.s so simple and honest! What crime?" "Conspiracy against his imperial majesty the czar." "And where is he now?" "On the way to Siberia." "Siberia! Vladimir Pnulpoff sent to Siberia! And where are his parents?" "One in a family taken red handed condemns all. The old people are also n their way to Siberia." Frances swayed a little. She had studied Russian customs and Russian justice and shuddered as she realized the horrible torture in store for these simple work people who had never, she felt convinced, harbored an evil thought against any man. To her they had always spoken in terms of loyalty and praise of the czar. The face of Neslerov was inscrutable. He held the picture loosely and carelessly, and the girl caught a glimpse of the face. "That is Vladimir's picture!" she cried. "What are you doing with It?" "I am sending It to him," was the reply of Neslerov. "It so happened that I had occasion to visit my chateau near Graslov and rode by here at the time the Inspector of police was making the arrest. I remembered what you said to me at Moscow and tried t# do what I could for the poor fellow, at first doubting his guilt. But the Inspector was certain, and so all that was left to me was to nsk Vladimir what favor I could perform for him. lie asked me to send him this picture, and I have arranged with the governor of Perm to permit It to be passed along to him." "It Is a beautiful face," said Frances. "Vladimir has the soul of a great artist In hitn. But in Siberia he"? She shuddered and ended her sentence abruptly. "I have done more for him, for you," continued Neslerov. "There is another picture?he painted from memory. I have arranged to purchase It for a good price, and he shall not lose the money I promised him. It was a beginning to certain steps I had thought of to assist him." "My own face!" cried Frances In astonishment as Neslerov showed the second picture. "Yes. and the remarkable part of It is It tool; him but a short time. I described you, and he remembered you, and between the two he managed a very creditable work. I shall cherish this picture while I live. "My picture!" murmured the girl again, looking at the sweet yet strong young face the blacksmith artist had placed upon the canvas. "And all from memory!" "Yes, from memory and my description," said Neslerov. "Your face Is so indelibly Imprinted upon my memory that I could describe each line, each feature, with the utmost accuracy." She looked at him In astonishment. He had mnde frequent attempts to make love to her, but she had always cl.-Illfiillv ronii1?<?<1 htm Thnt tills eonld bo true?that this man whose life was one round of pleasure should have her face so Impressed upon his mind seemed to her Incredible. "Hut you will befriend him," she said, without answering his remark. "You are powerful in Russia. A large part of Siberia Is under your control. You can make the life of the Faulpoffs pleasant there if you wish." He bowed, and his eyes were hidden from her. "Relieve me, 1 have already taken steps to befriend them. In Tomsk there Is great need of such Ironworkers now that the railroad has gone beyond the Obi, and I have sent my petition to the minister of justice to have them sent to Tomsk. They will not be treated as convicts, but as honorable workers." "What was the crime?" asked Frances. She was very pale, but quite calm. "Why, it became known to Inspector Jansky or tlie ponce uiai a cerium uumber of men congregated here and seemed to hold secret meetings. He Investigated and discovered that this was the headquarters of a circle of nihilists. He arrested them all, but many escaped." "And the proof?" "Letters from Vladimir found on them." Frances sighed and turned sadly away. "You are an American," continued Neslerov, "and cannot understand how a man who appeared to you to be simple and contented with bis lot should prove to be an assassin. This same spirit permeates our best society. It comes to the surface even among the relatives of our highest nobles. My own cousin was sent to Siberia. I bad no pity for >'?" Kononoo ho who pinh educated and U1UI| l/GVUUOV UV TV WW f ? bad do reason to complain. But the Paulpoffs?now that I know you are Interested In them?I will protect them from further harm." "I thank you," said Frances sadly. Neslerov slipped a coin into the hand of the drosky driver, and he Immediately had cause to go to his horses, which were standing peacefully enough where he left them. "I wish to speak one word before we leave here," said the prince, taking the hand of Frances, which she, In her surprise, permitted him to hold a moment "I love you. I have loved you ever since the day I saw you first We have beautiful women In Russia, but uone like you. I am rich, powerful and am not offering you an empty name. Will you be my wife, my princess?" "Prince Neslerov," said Frances gently, but still In a tone of reproof, "you cannot mean, I am sure, to take advantage of my situation, alone and at your mercy. You are a gentleman. Please leave such words for a more fitting occasion." "All occasions are the same to a man who loves as I do." answered Neslerov. "I asked your father. He treated the matter as of no concern. To me It Is my life. Make me happy, the world Is yours. Refuse me, you plunge me Into deep despair. I do not care to live without you." "What nonsense!" said Frances. "Everybody has sooner or later to live without a loved one. My father?I?my mother died many years ago. He loved her. He has been true to her memory, but he has lived." "Ah, but that Is not the same thing at all. Had I possessed you for a time and lost you at the command of death, then I could live, happy In the blessed memory. But to love you and lose you to another! Ah, I would kill him!" "You are mad. Such words do not Inspire love In the heart of an American girl. Fools kill tbelr rivals, but it Is a poor revenge. I do not love you, prince, and so cannot marry you. Let that end the matter. I must now return to Moscow." "You shall not go till you are mine!" cried Neslerov, driven to madness by her coldness. He sprang forward and slammed the door, shutting them alone In the unoccupied house. He stepped toward her. His breath came hot upon her cheeks. His arms were outstretched to seize her. There was a look of mad passion in his eyes. She knew no help was near or possible. The drosky driver was a Russian and would not fight the prince. She f M 1 "Stand bach, you tnsultcrP' might scream, but her voice could not reach within two miles of the nearest house. The threatening lips, the touch of which would be pollutiou, were near her owu. With a quick movement she slipped her hand Into her pocket. "Stand back, you insulter!" she said, with a cold, steely voice. The shining barrel of a revolver was thrust into his face. It was not a large weapon and was ornamented with silver. but It was large enough to do execution at short range, and it was almost In Neslerov's very mouth. He staggered back, taken by surprise. "You she devil!" he cried. With an upward motion he made as If to knock the revolver from her hand. She bent the barrel downward. The contact with his band exploded one eartrideo. The flash blinded him. Then' was a ml mark ou his forehead where the bullet graced the skull. Half stunned and cursing, he fell back. Opening the door, Frances walked out. The drosky driver was waiting, lie hud heard the shot. "I)o you see this?" she demanded, pointing the revolver at his head. "Yes." he stammered. "I have just shot 1'rlnce Neslerov. If you do not take me to the railway station at I'erm and get me there before he overtakes us, 1 will empty the other four bullets into your head." "Oct in." he mumbled. Then to himself he said: "These American women are devils! They are better fighters than the Cossacks!" TO BE CONTINUED. X'T One of the things which one may buy of the jeweler is a small cinerary urn of crystal. It is small and graceful in form. grusmwHwwp gtHtiuuy. CAN'T KILL COTTON WEEVIL. Tcxsh EntomoloKlMt and Farmers Despair?Last Year It Ate 000. Prof. Mally, the state entomologist of Texas, upon whom the cotton farmers have depended to save them from the ravages of the Mexican boll weevil, after two years' careful study of that destructive insect, has reported that neither he nor the government, state or national, can do anything for the farmers. Their only hope lies in themselves, in years of hard work and heavy expense. If they keep up the fight they will in time, get control of the weevil, and possibly eradicate it. Such is the slender hope that Prof. Mally holds out to them. For the three or four years since the weeviL crossed the Rio Grande from Mexico, it has been the object of close study and relentless war, in the hope that it would be crushed out. The United States entomological Dureau, the department of agriculture, the state entomologist and the farmers themselves have all tried to get rid of the weevil. One by one their hopes have resulted in failure. The department of agriculture proposed to get rid of the weevils by cultivating Egyptian or some other variety of cotton that the Mexican visitors would not eat. The idea, based upon the experience of the French vine growers, in substituting American for French vines when the latter were attacked by the phylexera, was excellent in theory, but proved a failure in practice, as the Egyptian cotton did not prosper in Texas. Then came the idea of getting rid of the weevil by finding some other insect that would devour it. A fungus growth was reported very damaging to the insect, and a strange new butterfly devoured it in large quantities. There has been no trouble in finding phagocytes for the weevils; but unfortunately their appetites were not sufficiently voracious. They ate the weevils, but not enough of them, only the superflous insects which wandered off from the main hordes. Not only the new butterflies devour them, but so does the common every-day ant, all in vexatious moderation. The only insect that preys on the weevils voraciously enough to have any influence on their numbers is the cotton caterpillar, and there is nothing to be gained by using one enemy of the cotton to kill another. For a time the Texas farmers were delighted at the news that the weevil had completely disappeared from Rio Grande county, where it first appeared, and the hope arose that in time it would desert the rest of the district which it has ravaged. An investigation left no ground for this hope. The weevils have left Rio Grande county, it is true, but they have left there only be cause they completely destroyed tne cotton crop of the county. There was no cotton left for them, and as they will eat nothing else, they got out to more Inviting fields. They will leave the other counties In time, but not until they have annihilated the cotton. In the meantime, they have eaten, this year, 500,000 bales of cotton, worth $20,000,000, and have crossed Red River Into the Indian Territory. By next year there will not be a single cotton growing county In Texas free from the weevil, unless the farmers of the state take energetic steps to check It progress. There Is but one way, Prof. Mally florht thA Insppf nnrl that Is by oaj o, iu removing the insects by hand. He suggests various other plans that will help along with the work. Thus he suggests the idea of planting trap crops or trap rows of a variety of early cotton. The idea is to make an attractive spot about the farm for the earliest weevils where they may be colonized and more successfully controlled. These trap rows should also be placed around gins and along woodland sides of farms, as the insects hibernate in cotton seed and in the woods. When the weevils are thus attracted to these traps, they can be more successfully treated by hand picking, spraying, etc., and the summer brood will be materially diminished. But this is merely an incident. The fight must be kept up vigorously all the time. Prof. Mally would have the farmers plant early cotton, for the weevils get worse late in the fall; and plant the rows far apart, for the weevil does not like sunlight. Then he would have the farmer apply his entire force to hand picking the weevil from the plants and to constantly spraying them. This will keep down their numbers. Early in the fall he would turn the cattle loose in the cotton fields, for he finds that nothing is so effective in geting rid of weevils as grazing. He would burn off the land, utterly destroying grass and cotton plants and keep it ploughed all winter. Even if all these many precautions are followed. Prof. Mally does not assert that it will get rid of the weevil, but only that it will mitigate the mJ V". tlimn T\J Iront lin COn jury uunc uj ..-r. ... stantly for years, the pest will be finally got under control. It is recognized by all that while the more prudent and industrious farmers will follow this advice, that the lazy ones will not, and that many farms will in consequence be destroyed by the weevils. It will be a case of "survival of the fittest," where the industrious farmer prospers and the lazy farmer fails. Prof. Mally believes that the cotton farmers will see in time that unless they pursue this energetic policy they will be ruined. The Bi-Centennial op John Wesley.?Next year Methodism everywhere will celebrate the bi-centenary of Wesley's birth. Two hundred years ago, John Wesley, the greatest character in many respects that has ever appeared and certainly the greatest evangelist the world has ever seen since the days of the Apostles, first saw the light of day in the parsonage at Epworth, Eng' land. The celebration of the event will be universal. Just what form it will take 1 it is too early to say. But we may be i well assured that little time will be given to exploiting the achievements of Methodism. Instead of misusing the occasion by rhetorical fights, describing what great things Methodism has done, we feel sure the themes will be what great things Methodism has yet to do, and how to do them. We cannot live on the deeds of the fathers. It is well enough to rehearse the past, but that rehearsal must be an inspiration for the future. Our conference here will not be behind conferences elsewhere and it will be well if the matter . is considered at the approaching sessions.?Methodist Advocate-Journal. SETTLEMENT ONLY TEMPORARY. Senator Morgan Talks of Coal Strike and Isthmian Canal. Senator John T. Morgan, of Alabama, now visiting In Baltimore, was interviewed last Friday on the coal strike, and on the isthmian canal outlook. Speaking of President Roosevelt's success in bringing about arbitration, the senator said: "I am very glad that a modu% vlvendi has apparently been formed, and I should think the Republican situation would be relieved considerably. In a mater where the comfort and prosperity of the whole people are concerned, we should not entertain any question of party advantage, but should consider the general welfare. But the strike question has only been put to sleep for a time. You will find much debate and attempted legislation in congress and in legislatures of states containing mines, which meet this winter concerning the status of mines. The so-called question of capital and labor is a broad one. Mr. Hill, in New York, has taken the wrong idea of handling the fuel question through the exercise of the right of eminent domain. It is a municipal matter, the regulation of a public utility such as a ferry, turnpike, or a street railway. Attorney General Knox expressed the right idea when he said: 'Let the common law define the wrong and then frame the statute to apply the remedy.' The common law has defined the right of the state or municipality to make regulations for the health, comfort, convenience or protection of the public for hundreds of years." Touching on politics, the senator said: "I do not see that the Democrats have anything to gain by controlling the next house of representatives. I do not believe the Democrats of this country want to constitute themselves a clog to legislation, yet that result would naturally follow. With the two branches of congress of opposite political faith, the government will be seriously embarrassed. There is nothing to gain by a condition of this kind. It would not be any advantage to any one." Asked what he thought of the prospects for the construction of an isthmian canal, Senator Morgan said: "I have always felt confident that when the whole matter has been gone over, the Nicaragua route will be accepted as the only practical location. The money has been appropriated, and I do not believe any commission of men or scoundrels will be able to prevent it, and cause the money to be converted back into the treasury. Mr. McKinley, with the wisest policy which was ever exhibited by any president, was a firm friend of the plan, and Mr. Roosevelt, who is unmistakably sincere and honest. is carrying out his policy. Recent railway developments indicate that J. P. Morgan and the other great financiers have accepted the fact that the isthmian canal must be constructed. He recognizes the fact that the canal will be built and he wishes to control the great tonnage which must be carried from all over the country east of the Mississippi and south of the St. Lawrence to Pensacola, Mobile. New Orleans and Galveston." SppoimI I.arKO?t Inland. Dr. Robert Bell, who in 1897, mapped a long stretch of the west coast of Baffin Land, has since been making further surveys of that territory and now reports that the island is. at least. 300,000 square miles in area. It is, therefore, the second largest island in the world, being surpassed only by Greenland. Three years ago no anas or umei publication enumerating the large islands of the world included Baffin Land among them. It had always been thought to be composed of a number of islands, and is still shown in this way on many maps. But one by one these supposed islands have been ' found to be a part of the main island. ' Thus Baffin Land has gradually been represented as increasing in size. The distinction of being the largest island has been held by quite a number of islands in the progress of geographical knowledge. For many years school children were taught that Australia was the largest island, then it was concluded to be better to enumerate Australia among the continental masses and Borneo took its place as ! the largest island. About 22 years ago, 1 it was discovered that New Guinea was larger than Borneo, and so the latter J Oon fir has 1 island tooK secona piuuc. x Ca.. j recently outlined the northern coast I of Greenland, discovering that it is an 1 island, and so Greenland has been " placed at the head of the list of large ; islands. At last, Baffin Land looms up as an island that is a little over 1,000 statute miles in length, with a breadth varying from 200 to 500 miles. The island is larger than the state of Texas by about 40,000 square miles. hY Nails that are brittle are benefited by having almond oil thoroughly rubI bed into them and the finger ends at I night. Only n Dor:; Bat He Earned Five Thoanand Dollar*. Tim, the most successful canine mendicant that ever wagged a tail in the cause of charity, is dead. He was an Alrodale terrier and belonged to Mr. Bush, the almost equally well-known Great Western railway inspector at Paddington. For more than ten years Tim has cheerfully trotted from train to train with a box tied round his neck inviting donations to the railway servants' widows' and orphans' fund. The sum total of his collections exceed ?800. Tim numbered his patrons among the highest in the land and frequently came in for royal recognition. He was an especial favorite of Queen Victoria, who on five separate occasions called Tim to her and placed a golden coin in his box. On the last occasion that her late majesty took notice of Tim she called him and her master Into the royal saloon, and, patting the dog on the head, said: "I hope they treat you kindly, Tim." Tim's clear eye and healthy coat always bore eloquent testimony to the care that was taken of him. Tim was always a very privileged spectator of royal arrivals and departures at Paddington. He seemed to divine the reason why carpet was laid on the platform, for there he would sit with his nose between his paws and refuse to budge until the royal travelers came In. He never needed a second invitation to enter the royal saloon. Not long ago the king, after having taken his seat, saw Tim gazing wistfully up and asking as plainly as any dog could, to be noticed. The train was delayed while his majesty, reopening the door, cried, "Come along, old man," and Tim, heedless of the dislocation of the official time table, leaped beside his royal patron in the carriage, whence he did not emerge until his collecting box had been enriched. A picture of "Tim" in oils now hangs on the walls of the king's apartments in Buckingham palace, and so successful is the portrait, that his majesty commissioned the artist to execute a painting of his favorite Irish terrier, "Jack," between whom and Tim there was some resemblance. ' ,m' ? ? ? ? ? ? 1 ?a?pa 1 llm was a gCUClO.1 lUjrui la>vi.vv, and his death will be deplored by none more keenly than by the younger princesses and princes who had occasion to make frequent railway Journeys to and from Windsor. One day Mr. Bush received a telegram from Queen Victoria to have Tim in readiness on the Paddington platform. When the train arrived "Tim" was introduced by her late majesty to Princess Henry, of Battenberg, and her daughter, Princess Edna, and went through the ordeal with becoming dignity. He also attracted the attention of Mr. W. W. Astor, who was a frequent contributor to his box on his Journeys to and from Taplow Court. Mr. Astor made "Tim" the very handsome present of a check for $1,000 on the occasion of the coming of age of his son four years ago. For many years "Tim" was held by the mischievous boys who Infested Paddington in greater respect than they accorded the station policeman. He instinctively seemed to realize when a loiterer had no lawful business and would Immediately give chase. "Tim" had a great love for horses. Once a horse fell down in the shafts of a heavy van, and after every human effort to get him up had failed "Tim," who had been an interested spectator from the footpath, walked between the prostrate animal's legs and bit him gently but firmly on the hock. The effect was electrical, the horse springing to his feet, and amid the plaudits of the bystanders "Tim" walked quietly away, serene in the superiority of canine intelligence. On another occasion an exasperated cabman was unduly belaboring a refractory horse and Mr. Bush, an indignant eye-witness, was on the point of interfering when "Tim," divining his intention, sprang at the driver's coat and hauled him to the ground. On arising the cabman was too astonished or abashed to make any rejoinder jto Mr. Bush's comment: "I was just coming across to give you the same lesson." Three times "Tim" stood his master in good stead when attacked in the course of his duty by station roughs. His procedure was always the same. He would hang on to the man's coat and pull him to the ground, but would never bite. Poor "Tim" is now in the hands of the taxidirmist and will soon occupy a prominent position under a glass case in Paddington station. It was a similar figure in Brighton station that ten years ago gave Mr. Bush the idea of turning "Tim" to charitable uses when he was little more than a puppy. "Tim's" last day on duty was on August 22, when he collected two shillings. He was bitten by a bulldog sometime ago and the wound, never properly healing, hastened his death.?London Mail. Wont Let Soldiers Build.?The war department has a new and peculiar question to adjust with organized la bor, says a Washington dispatch. With the return of troops from the Philippines lately and the occupation of eastern and middle western posts with men brought back from Cuba. It happens that the Presidio at San Francisco is full to the limit, and a camp has been established at Monterey, Cal. As the war department is without funds to build permanent barracks and it would take some time to prepare plans even if the money were available, Gen. Hughes proposed that a cantonment be constructed at Monterey, which could be done without great expense, as the enlisted men could do the work for a slight addition to the regular pay. The prospect of spending the winter in tents is not an inviting one to the men, and they would be willing to do almost any amount of work to provide be ordered when the carpenter's union entered a protest and took issue with the department against the employment of enlisted men doing any sort of carpenter work which might be done by the union men. The matter is still under advisement. WANDERINGS OF A FAKIR. A Chinese Who Has Traveleu Narhj Bat Finds America an Easy Proposition. "America is the best country in the world for a fakir," said Ah Wing to a reporter. Ah is the Jolly little Celestial in a mottled yellow robe who has been selling things worth nothing at ten times their value, near the corner of Third avenue west and Superior street for a week or more. And he knows whereof he speaks, for he has trod the Orient and Occident in the successive roles of mystic juggler and fakir. "All a fellow has to do here," went on the Chinaman, who speaks excellent English, "is to go out and get the money. The people you relieve of their coin like it, and nobody seems any the worse. And, at that, they are the wisest people in the world. Maybe that's the reason they don't kick on little things. "It's entirely different elsewhere. The meanest people in the world for a fakir to work are the Hindoos, and the next the Turks. The Hindoo knows the game too well, and, although the Turk is ignorant, he doesn't want to let you know it. He brings you to court for little cause, and it is a serious thing n (va fn strut v*+ In Tiirlrov o a T nrlll trv to prove by an actual happening to me in the land of the sultan. "When I was a boy, nearly forty ago, I learned a few tricks of juggling and other styles of 'black art,' and thought I was all right. I started to make a living in that line in Canton, but I encountered the competition of a whole school of really good men, and people laughed at me. "Prom my native land I passed, with a troupe of wandering jugglers, into India, where we half starved. Then we went to Arabia, and earned a precarious existence by following a pilgrim caravan almost to Mecca. As we approached the Holy City, the pilgrims got religion bad, and were not looking for amusement. Our band stranded in the worst sense of the word, and every one had to shift for himself. "For several weeks I fared very badly, and square meals did not come with much regularity. In fact, I don't remember having one in the whole time. Finally I got work as a camel tender with a caravan going north. I did very well until we reached their point of destination, when I was out of a job again. "A nomad doesn't care much for juggler and fakir, and I worked through Palestine and up to the Bosphorus, alive and that was all. I was near Constantinople and the big European cities to the west, and I felt that at last I had reached a land where I could make a name for myself. "But my troubles had just begun. When I came into the capital of the great Turk, I got busy to amuse the people at once. I set up my stand on a back street, and, after doing tricks, eating chemical Are and making a few fakir's trees grow at my bidding, came down to active business. "The Turks are all Mohammedans, and deeply religious. I decided to turn that fact to profit, and put a glowing display of relics?beans and shells from the Holy City?on sale. I explained as best I could the 'sacred things' I was dealing in, and soon was doing a rattling business. I was thinking out a fairly good pun about Mohammed and the profit when the change came. "A little squad of Turkish soldiers came silently down the street, and one of t*iem stepped over and pointed at me with his sword. I came near dropping dead, but managed to keep my feet. Two cf them arrested me, pin ioned my arms and marched me along. "Next morning I was taken before a magistrate and sentenced. I learned, later that I was tried for profaning their religion, but at the time I was sentenced had no knowledge of what crime I had committed. The magistrate must have known, however. He pronounced my doom, and after striking me three times over the shoulders with a three cornered whip, turned me over to the guard. I was hurried from the city, and at every stopping place between there and the Greek border severely beaten on the feet. When I was placed on Greek soil I was without shoes, hungry, ragged and penniless. The guard gave me not a parting look, and rode grimly away. "A number of mountaineers I met shortly after, gave me food, but they had little clothing for themselves, and none for others. After several days I got down to the plains, and gave a few performances, earning enough to get a little clothing. An old woman, however, accused me of bewitching her cattle, and made it so unpleasant that I left the district by night. Indeed, had I waited until next morning, the peasants would have hanged me. "From Larissa I worked my way by boat to Rome and thence to Mexico. There the people were hospitable enough, but in the country districts and smaller towns the Indians, who compose most of the population, thought I was legitimate prey and robbed me about twice a week. The church, too, interfered, and I came into the states. "'mat IS more tna.ii inn ijr y^aia a.b^ and I do not care to leave. The American is all right. He doesn't take things seriously unless they are worth while. If you fool him with some clever trick, he just wonders how you did it, and lets it go at that. It's the best country in the world for my class of work." Wing said the Duluth people are pretty easy, but the softest people he has met here are in the western section of South Dakota.?Duluth News-Tribune.