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FIELDS OF ADVENTURE.j they had goue. Evidently they thought u» ‘bad medicine,’ and safer to let alone. Some of us went over THRILLING DEEDS INCIDENTS AND DARING ON LAND AND SEA. Mini* Torture by Comanche* Brnaght to a den Close—Kill Whitehead’* Shot That Kittled the Agony of a Comrade— Courage of a Spanish Girl. “It was in 1863 and 18G4, when the Civil War was the hottest, that I made some money smuggling cotton from Texas across the Mexican border,” said David C. Develley, of New Or leans. “It was in May, 1864, that, with a train of six four-mule wagons bound for the Rio Grande with^ cotton, my outfit was jumped by the Comanches a hundred miles south of San Antonio. There were ten men of us all told, and seventy or eighty of the Comanches. We saw them in time and corralled our wagons, with the mules safe be hind them, and stood the Indians off. Bnt there was one man named Mor ton, a young fellow who had come along with onr party for the sake of adventure, whom they captured. He had gone out for antelope and was a mile from the wagons when the In dians swooped down and cut him off. He ran for it and gave them a chase; bnt his horse tripped in a badger hole and threw him, and that settled his fate. He fought for his life and emptied a couple of Indian saddles, and as the Comanches closed round him we all prayed that he might be killed on the spot. Bnt when the In dians scattered out and rode toward ns we saw poor Morton among them astride a pony, his feet tied together nnder the animal with one of the In dians leading the pony by a lariat. “We were kept pretty busy for about three hoars, the Indians circling us, lying along their ponies’ sides so as to show us no mark except a foot, and firing their guns and arrows from un der the animals’ neoks. We were well protected by our wagons and none of us was hurt; and after we had killed four ponies and wounded an Indian or two the Comanohes had enough of it and drew off. But they did not go away. They only went well out of rifle range, and then they stopped and cooked their sapper, showing that they meant to stay with ns longer. Before snnset they scalped poor Mor ton in fall view of us, and an Indian rode toward the wagons parading the scalp on a lance. “There was no possible way for ns to rescue the captive from the In dians. From behind our barricade we could see them making their prep arations to tortnre him. They gath ered armfnls of last year's dried grass and buffalo chips before sundown, and stretched Morton upon his back on theV ground, with his hands and feet ticu to stakes. When darkness fell tbev built a fire ^gon his chest to where poor Morton was lying scalped, with the ashes of the fire upon his breast, and the hole clean through his body of a bullet that had passed throngh his heart. Bill White ■ head did not go with us to the place. We buried Morton and started on with the wagon train, reaching the Rio Grand without seeing another Indian. I gave Bill Whitehead a fine revolver in token of what he had done. He stayed with me until I got back to San Antonio, and would have gone with me on my next cotton smuggling trip, only I didn’t make it. I had got enough of the country.”—New York Sun. that w* might see. His shrieks came to onr ears and we conld see his writhings by the light of the Indians’ torches. Elsewhere it was pitch dark, for the night was cloudy and there was no mooft. “We endured this sight for a few minutes, and then one of onr com pany could stand it no longer. The best shot in onr outfit was Bill White- head. He could do wonderful shoot ing with a long, mazzle-lo&ding rifle of the pattern known in the South as a buck rifle, and which carried a round bullet weighing twenty-four to the pound. He looked to the priming of his piece, laid his hat on the ground, and, without a word, began to crawl under a wagon oat from the corral. “ ‘What are you going to do, Bill?' 1 asked. “ ‘You wait and see,’ he answered, ‘and if I don’t come back --It’s all right.* “We had no men \o spare whore we were, and Bill was the best man among ns—but I let him go, only say ing: “ ‘Be carefnl, Bill. Don’t go so far •way that you can’t get back.’ “He was out of sight in a minute, crawling away in the darkness through the long grass.- Ton, fifteen, twenty minutes passed while we looked and waited. We could see the captive in his agony, and, between the Indians’ yells, conld hear his shrieks. Then somewhere near the Indians a flame spouted from the grass, and as the report&f Bill's rifle cane back to our ears the shrieking ceased sud denly and Morton lay still upon the ground. There was a commotion among the Indians, who for a few mo ments seemed completely rattled. By the light of the torches they dropped and the dreadful fire upon poor Mor ton’s body we could see some of them firing toward the spot where the rifle had Hashed, and others darting toward the place where their ponies were tethered. Their guns flashed nearer, arrovts whistled toward the wagons, and we oonld catch the hoof-beats of ponies on the run toward ns as Bill’s tall figure loomed suddenly in the darkness and he fell breathless be tween two wagon wheels, still clutch ing his rifle. We pulled him into the corral, and then for a few minutes had a lively time beating off •the Coman ches, who were all about us, frantic T.ith rage. An Indian will seldom give battle in darkness, always choos ing an hour in which there is some daylight; but the Comanches were so furious that it looked at one time as if they would storm our barricade, in which case our show would be a slim one. But they thought better of it and drew off, though twice again in the night they crept up through the grass and sent a flight of arrows into the corral. Bill was fighting, with ns, at the end of the skirmish, and when it was over I asked him about his ex perience over at the Indians’ camp. “ T reckon I spiled their fun with Morton,’ was all I could get him to say, and he nover conld be indneed to ntter another word on the subject. . “We looked for another attack from A Little Heroine. Baron Lejeune, who played a con spicnous part at the siege of Saragossa during the Peninsular War, narrates in lus “Memoires" a singular story of that terrible time, a story that speaks equally well for the chivalry of the soldiers of France and for the courage of a Spanish girl. There had been fearful carnage with in the walls of the unfortnnate city; even the convents and mbnasteries were reeking with evidences of war fare, and the inhabitants of Saragossa were in a desperate plight A band of Polish soldiers, belonging to the French army, had been stationed on guard at a certain point, with or ders to fire upon ;any Spaniard who might pass them. Suddenly a girl of about fifteen years of age appeal ec among them. A cry of warning was heard on every side as she approached, but the child seemed not to hear. She only continued to utter one ceaseless and piercing wail, “Mia mndre! mia madre!” as she hurried from one group of dead and wonnded Spaniards to an other. It soon became evident that she was in search of the body of her mother, and the pale, agonized [face of the child, whose filial love had made her almost insensible to danger, touchec the soldiers’ hearts with pity. A moment later a despairing cry an nounced that she had found that for which she had risked her life. The Polish guards watch her movements with something like awe as she stoopet and tenderly wrapped the mutilatec form of the dead woman in a cloak ant began to drag it away. Suddenly the girl pansed and seized a heavy car tridge-box that lay in hf path, with an energy that seemed JTmost super natural. Her frail, lelicate form swayed and staggered 1 beneath the weight of her harden, bat she did not hesitate. ^ A thrill of mingled horror and ad miration filled the astonished watch ers as* they peroeived^that there, be fore their very faces. - A BATTLESHIPS KITCHl HUMAN NATURE LIKES PETS. THE COOK’S GALLEY THOROUGHLY I TO DATE IN ITS APPOINTM ENTS. 1 vengeance upon the: The inhabitants of the besieged city were almost destitute of ammunition, and the motherles^fdaughter sought to put into the h^nds of her conntrymeif a means by which hek wrongs might be in some degree aveflged. Bat the strain was becoming almost more than she cimld bear; she stumbled, and a cry A terror broke from her lips. The Polish soldiers glanced from one to another, and then, moved by a chivalrons impulse, they lowered'sabre And musket, and as with one accord a hundred voices called ont, “Do not be afraid, little one! We will not hurt yon.” And the Spanish maiden passed with her gruesome harden between a double line of her country’s foes, who made a silent salute as she crossed their boundaries and returned to her deso late home. Mr. Hatha way Keineinbers That llrar. J. L. Hathaway, an old-timer of Montana, is visiting Butte. Nine teen years ago, while prospecting in the t South Bonlder country, he met wilh an adventure which almost cost him his life and which rendered him h cripple. While out in the mountains he was attacked by a big bear, and before he was able to defend himself the bear struck him a blow on the left arm near the wrist, breaking the bone and knocking him down. He fell be tween two rocks with his feet toward the bear so that the latter was unable to reach him. Hathaway defended himself as best he could with his feet to prevent the bear reaching his head. Daring this time Hathaway was yell ing for help, his companions^being some distance away. The bear was becoming more ferocious every min ute and finally rushed for his abdo men with its paws. One of its claws caught hi) abdomen and practically disembowelled him. help were heard and rushed to his rescue, upon the approach of the men. Hathaway, more dead than alive, was carried to his cabin. He re mained for several days without a doctor until one was secured in Bonlder, bnt he recovered from his injuries sufficiently to walk around. The bone of his arm was, however, shattered so badly by the blow of the bear that the arm is useless.—-Butte Daily Inter-Mountain. Ounlly Presided Over by Jap Vrrv Neat anil Homelike and Pvo Jack and His Superiors With Fine .Coflee Served Durln* the When the news of Commi Dewey's great victory at Manila wj sent over the wires it was records that daring the entire engagem Paymaster Martin made and ser coffee to the officers and men. It difficult to associate a kitchen an cook with a battleship, but every oi of the big fighting monsters with terrible guns and turrets and flags its kitchen. It is called a “galleys on board ship, and it is one of tit* most important places on board to both the officers and the men. Nothing gives an American tar sudh a relish for food as the smell of powder and smoke. It has become quite a fashion of late to divide a battleship up ns though it were human, giving it brains and eyes, a heart and lungs, but no prominence is given to the galley or the man in the galley, who is quite an important personage. The man in the galley is usually a Japan ese, for almost every one of the big ships has a Jap cook and a staff of servants of the same nationality. The boys wait on the officers’ table, dusV clean silver, carry messages, and at tend to minor housekeeping duties in a way that wonld pnt the average housemaid to a great disadvantage. It is quite possible that daring a great battle like that of Manila a self- centred Japanese cook might continne his work of decorating an entree or giving an expression to a soup, while the enemy’s guns boomed against the side of his range or copper pans.' While the space that is given to com fort on a man-of-war is necessarily limited, its interior is ap* to strike one as luxurious in comparison with the stern and frowning exterior of the great lead colored monsters. The galley is as thoroughly np to date in its appointments and cooking arrange ments as the kitchen of a modern resi dence. There is a large hotel range' with splendid ovens, from which each day the cook turns ont tempting brown loaves and even pies and cakes, that must make many a Jackie think oi home. There are great copper soap boilers and coffee boilers in which these two items of the menn are pra^ pared by the gallon. Then there are copper pots and pans on shelves in rows, bright and shining as those in the kitchen of onr great New Yor hotels. There are cupboards, too, which the sugar and xhe spices _ other cooking coudintents are kept nicely labelled, for there is no slip-. log ota man-of-war, ttpTxmrttsrwttlK doors and spring Ifocks that whe opened disclose rowif of cntlasses a: rifles and great long revolvers Tllsls Kspeeially Trn« of Human Natura .That Goes Into Camp. They call them mascots in the lan guage of the camp. The word is the cover for the expression of the sol diers’ affections. The brawny Mis- souritn, carrying about in the hollow of his arm a half-grown rabbit and oc casionally tonching it with a caress so delicate that the shy creature forgets to shrink, hasn’t any thought of luck to Come from the possession. He has found something which affords a vent for the sympathetic and emotional ol his nature. Yon can’t take a young American volunteer away from home and social surroundings and make oi him in a week a machine to fight and kill. It is human nature for the regi ment to have pets, and the freshet from home the command the more in number and extravagant in character the pets, by misnomer called mascots. The Missonrians who received from the hands of a little girl in Athens, Ohio, her rabbit as they came through to Camp Alger, near Washington, have preserved it and tamed it until the bunny hops among the tents and re fuses all opportunities to escape. The self-appointed guardians take it out in the woods to pasture on the ten- derest grass and it hops back to camp with a loyalty to its possessors which is wonderful. As interesting as the lavish expres sion of the soldiers’ sentiments tow ard their pets is the appreciative re sponse of the brute creation to the enforced adoption. There doesn’t seem to be any representative of ani mal creation which will not take kind ly to camp life and to men in uniform after the first strangeness wears off. Of course the mascot dog is the head of the list. There is in canine dispo sition a liking for vagabondage which answers quickly to the invitation. When the volunteers visit Washing ton for a day off the dogs follow them back to camp. The higher the strain of blood the more laxarions the home kennel of the dog, the more willing he seems to be tp quit his comforts and enlist with the soldiers At a map of the fingers or an encouraging look. You may see on the curbstone in Washington a group of soldiers gath ering strength for the long tramp to Georgetown and over the aqueduct bridge to the Falls Chnrch electric cars. Beside them will sqnat the fox hound of costly pedigree looking up in their faces with admiration and confidence. And when the soldiers slowly get npon their feet and move off the dog follows with an air of “Whither thou goest I will go.”—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. i GOOD ROADS NOTES. * His cries for his companions The bear fled Daring Steeple Climbing. Vienna has been astonished lately by some daring steeple climbing. A steeple jack celebrated the beginning of the festivities for Emperor Francis Joseph’s jubilee by climbing in the night to the top of one of the steeples of the Votive Church, 306 feet from the ground, by means of the lightning rods and architectural ornaments, and hanging on it a yellow and black ban ner twenty feet long. He gave a mi nute description of the manner in which he accomplished his foolhardy feat to the newspapers. A few nights later some one else imitated him by climbing the steeple and stealing the flag. fork. >t iul and Hinarily in- salt are racks from the door tq the ceiling. The china, silver and glassw used on our American battleships a pretty enough 10 delight a woma and women as a rule are particul about china. The sailors have rud ware, bnt that used at the officer mess is white and fragile, with a d vice of an anchor in gold qn each piece. The glasses, which are fixed in stationary racks on a sideboard in the wardroom, which, by the way, is drawing room, sitting room, dipiag room, all in one, are of cut w, are ornamented with a naval Some of the battleships have silver services, bnt that on used is an up-to-date and complete set of spoons, knives and forks in' all tb« different sizes. Then there are dividual pepper mills in silver, cellars, and salvers, all of which kept in shining perfection. ^ The sailors on board our Ajilericai# ships live much better than theprork? ingman on land. When in port the/ have fresh moats and vegetables, and when at sea fot- any length of time the terrors of the old time regimen of salt pork and salt beef are mitigated by a supply of canned vegetables which give variety. Besides this, Uncle Bam is so generous to his men that the al lowance for each is too much, and they have formed a system of pooling the supplies which gives each mad an amount of money which he can spend for extra things for the table. The officers have their special cook and, of coarse, their special foods, which in port are apt to compare fav orably to those offered on the menn of a firstclass hotel. They appoint a caterer and steward from among their number each month whose dut to look after the welfare of the The wine mess is contributed shares. The man in the galley, lii stokers, doesn’t get much glo naval warfare, but he is an important man in his place. Who can tell whether many a glorious victoW has not resulted from a well-cooked break fast or dinner and crushing defeat followed on an indigestible pijjr or a badly seasoned chop? P) Martin’s coffee must have the elixir of victory, whether made with au egg, acconding or just thrown together anv —New York Sun. ' ~ 1 Then Ho tint Mad and Dli “If you don’t have me,” “I’ll blow my brains out.” “Ah!” she said, “I kniaw j love me as the man who must love me. Blowing out wonld simply amour t It would be the least thing i do.”—Cleveland Leader. Snails are becoming mi in Europe every year as t Lent. They are exported holding sometimes as; and they are raised in rains ild it. ivered In a Mexican Honaohold. As all cooking* is done with char- coal and ovens are practically un known in private hpuses, very few families bake bread. The small bard __ bread ace de^ all over the c&yln gr< ets four feet across that are carried the heads of carradores. The arrangement of furniture is much more formal than in the United States. It is a very common sight to see a splendidly Inrnished parlor with a row of straight-backed chairs all alike with their backs against the wall and as close together as they can be placed clear around the room. A good Mexican cook relieves the mistress of the house of worry and re sponsibility in a manner that is al most unknown in the United States. The cook is given so muck a day and with this amount she will purchase device..*! 1 each morning all the provisions of the vgeouB day, including even the staples that ! ■' are usually bought in large quantities in other countries. On a dollar a day a cook will provide a very good table for a family of three or four, and get enough beans and tortillas and chile to set the servants’ table besides. They can really do better than their mistresses, because they can drive sharper bargains with the market men of their own class,and they have more patience to haggle over the last penny. —Modern Mexico. Wasting of Road Taxos. The amount annually wasted in worthless repairs of mad roads in Lancaster County, Penn., according to D. F. Magee, in the Lancaster Ex aminer, is over *200,000. It may be taken as a sample of many other coun ties, and this is what it means: “Three hundred thousand bushels oi wheat could be grown, or 40,000,000 pounds of beef raised, to feed the hungry; 800,000 yards of cloth to clothe the naked; 400 houses to shel ter the homeless; 1428 children edu cated at Millersville one year; 250 churches maintained to Christianize the ungodly;—one each of these items lost every year, and all of them in six years. The merciless car of Jngger- uaut was less to be dreaded than this annual sgcrifice of the country to the mad god. “But it has not been for one year only, nor for ten, but for more than century has this worship consumed our substance, and yet we are wor shiping at his altar; he has fed upon our vitals since the dawn of civiliza tion; shall it continue for another de cade, or another century? It is for the people to say. The road tax is all right, but it has made no headway in permanent roads. We don’t want to stop the tax, but we do want to stop the method of spending it. We don t want any more taxes, bnt we do want a better method of finance. We spend enough money in this county in twen ty-five years on our roads to give us one thousand miles of the fines'; macadam roads; but we don’t spend it right. The maw of the mud fiend is never appeased; feed him to repletion this year and next year he is hunger ing and demanding the same old tri bute all over again.” This same thought is dwelt upon by an Ohio man, who writes regarding the way that money is spent in his State on the roads. He says: “What Ohio needs is better and more intelli gent work on its country roads. To get this, it must have better super- visors. It will never have better supervisors so long as the present method of electing them prevails. Give the township trustees the power to appoint them, and pay them, and we will soon see a change. Skilled road-makers can then have a chance to get this work—a chance to compete with each other. “The resalt wonld be an improve ment in onr roads which wonld be worth millions to the State, without any increase in the road tax whatever. The money Ohio now pays for road work is largely wasted by ignorant and unskilful supervisors. The re cently elected supervisor in the writer’s own road district now has a man at work filling holes in the road with a mixture m muck and mud from eight inches wide, and rear ^xjpe six teen inches longer than the front ones. Each cart is thus made equivalent tc a roller thirty-two inches wide. Th« effect is very marked.. The good ef fect of unequal axles, even with com- jaratively narrow tires, may he seen at any short curve in the street or road where the rear wheels do not track with the front ones. Kconomy of Wide Tiros. At a hearing before Governor Voor- hees, of New Jersey, on the proposed Wide-Tire bill, it was stated that heretofore the township meetings have generally appropriated small sums for the care of the roads, but that now the wheelmen attend “these meetings in a body, and if the roads are not in as good repair as they think they should be, they move for an increase in the appropriation and generally carry their point.” It was also argned that it wonld be cheaper to rebate ten dollars of taxes to any farmer using wide tires than to doable the road appropriations, and wide tries would graatly improve the roads. Effect qf Bad Roads. The intimate relations of bicycles and good roads are set forth in the fol lowing lines which have been re ceived, and apparently owe their or igin to a Canadian paper: “John Anderson, my Jo, John, ^ , When we were first sequent, Your bicycle was new, John, Your front forks were not bent. But now your mount’s a wreck, John, You’re walking with your loads, And all because in Canada , They don’t give us Good Roads.” State-Aid In Connecticut, Sixty-nine Connecticnt towns have applied for State-aid for their roads, and get one-half the amount they themselves appropriate, np to the limit of $1500 to a town. The total amount appropriated by these towns is $190,100, to which the State adds $95,050, leaving $4050 of the State appropriation yet uncalled for. Parting Shot of Pat. Two visitors at Camp Black had saluted a general and passed on when one chnckled and said: “I never meet an army officer of that rank that I am not reminded of an incident that occurred on the ver anda of a retired general’s house where I was a visitor. He had jnst been retired. He had been a brave soldier, and his advancement was due to merit Bnt his excellent wire had the repntation of commanding the home field. Her word was law. “A quick-witted son of the old sod had been employed about the place as general ntility man. He had the usual weakness, which caused him to be forgetful, and on the day I was there he had received his discharge from the wife for over-indulgence. There was an agreeable party on the veranda as Pat passed with his bundle on his shoulder. He halted immedi ately in front of the general and sainted him, and then he said in the hearing of the general’s company: “ ‘Good bye, sor. I can lave, sor. Ye can’t!”-—New York Sun. n roifl laws could undoubtedly Jiave been passed if jke League committer had supported it. The Ohio Division would then have had something to sljpw to be proud of. Now it has nothing.”—L. A. W. Bulletin. The Home of Buddha. Far away on the border of Nepal, the home of Gautama Buddha has been discovered. Buddha lived about 500 B. C., and was the son of the Rajah of Kapilavastn. A pillar, inscribed by the Emperor Asoka in the third cen tury B. C., marks the city’s site. The mins are all of brick and are covered with jungle and so extensive that their exploration will require years. The city was destroyed daring Baddha’s lifetime. It was a mass of ruins in A. D., 410/when the first Bnddhist Chinese pilgrim made his way there. i buildings now being excavated are older than anything known in Jndia heretofore. ■ Good Hoads Taxation. I have been entertained by the sug gestions of yonr correspondents on various methods of raising money with which to build and improve roads, writes a correspondent of the Good Roads Bulletin. They nearly all disregard the only sound principle of “taxation according to benefits conferred.” The letter of No. 155,- 971, in your issue of April 22d, is an exception, and shows an appreciation of the truth when it points out that land values are the proper subject from which to raise the revenue for road building. Land is the only form of property the value of which is en hanced by public improvements, and a land-value tax is the only one that can be collected with certainty and absolute impartiality. By imposing the tax on the valne of all the land of a county or of the en tire State, no injustice would be pos sible. Cities, towns and villages re ceive the largest benefits from good roads, and they, having the greatest' land values, would pay the major part of the tax. Good roads do not increase the selling-pricb of the far mer’s products, however much they help him in othgr respects, and the improved value of farming land is small. Hence, such taxation would not burden the farmer. On the con trary, it would benefit him in many ways, and of all producers he most needs relief from burdensome taxation and is most entitled to an increased enjoyment of the advantages of civili zation. Work Untler the Good Roads Law. Work under the Good Roads law passed by the last New York Legisla- Uire, has already been began by State Engineer Adams. Many applications from Boards of Supervisors for State aid in constructing roads have been received, the latest coming from Orange, Rockland and Onondaga counties. ° Deputy State Engineer Herschel Roberts has already looked over six roads covered in applications from LrieCouuty and over two miles of the Troy and Schenectady turnpike running east from Schenectady citv hue, A survey ofthe latter road has already been begun, and an estimate of the cost of its improvement will ready in a short time. Mr. Roberts will confer with the Massachusetts State engineers with reference to the improvement of a road running from New Lebanon in S’LT- ? Ute 40 the N“»*dmsetts State hue to connect with a road in '" ,,oh » G^ad Kflaet of Paoqaal Axis*. The Park Commissioners of Denver use sprinkling wagon, with Shots at Bad Roads. ‘ The better the roads, the more prosperous the people who come to make their homes beside them. The easiest and cheapest way to keep the roads in condition is to pat wide tires on vehicles. Under present methods, how long will it take to get good roads and what will they cost? In one township in Michigan $132.15 were expended in repairing the roads, and $97.52 were paid for overseeing the outlay of that sum. The government road commissioner of Canada, in a recent address, ad vised the people of the large town in which he spoke to leave their roads alone. He said that they oonld not possibly get any Worse, and, if they were not touched, ‘Nature might, per haps, improve them. h time leap year Will go < istence entirely] but as it will not de- cur for over eight hnpdred years, we haven’t much personsJ interest in'the event. In the ordinary course of events 1900 wonld be leap year, bnt it will get left in the calculation. In other words, while it does occur, it does not occur, simply because it is not in the agreement that it shall oc cur. The story is a long one, bnt it can be briefly told, so that the aver age person can understand it without much difficulty. In 1582, in the ar rangement of the Julian calendar, ten days were dropped so as to get things running on the then new, bnt the present basis of calculating time. So' as to keep things running right, it was': determined that a year ending a cen tury should not be bissextile, except every fourth century. Thus there was no leap year in 1700 or 1800, nor will there be in 1900. It is rather, or at least was, rather rongh on the ladies who have special advantages in leap year, for it is the only year it is proper for them to propose themselves in marriage, b’lt jit has always been so in matters affecting womankind, men always find reasons for restricting their privil eges. The ladies get left again in 1300, but though there will not be many of those who see 1900 who will see 2000, the latter year epding a fourth century, will be.a leap year. In this way three days are retrenched m four centuries, and the remaining seven days will be made up in a little over eight hundred years. After that calendar years will be like solar years and future errors in -the calculation of time will occur no more. The loss of leap years will in thousands of years affect the seasons, but I suppose the mathematicians of the centuries hence will be so flip in handling figures and making calculations that they will have no difficulty in keeping things going correctly.—Washington Star. is Pabllshsd Far 1400 Tears. The oldest newspaper in the world not, as is generally stated, the thousand-year-old Kin Pan, but the rsxng-Pao, or Pekin News, which was first published more than 500 years before the Norman Couqnest, and which has been published without in termission for nearly 1400 years.* The Tsing-Pao 'has the appearance of a yellow-backed magazine of twen ty-four octavo pages, each page con taining seven columns, add each col umn consisting of seven “characters.” I wo editions are published—an edi tion de luxe for the Coart and upper classes in China, at a cost of twenty- four cents a mouth; and an edition, inferior in paper and printing, which costs sixteen cents a month. The Tsing-Pao is the London Times of China, and chronicles the wealth and movements of the Emperor, the life at Court, and the reports of Min isters. It is painfully significant that every error in printing the latter ia punished with death.—New York World. S|