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Legend of Bagdad
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ASSAM'S
TRIUMPH
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By KURT MATl’LI
i
,.540*4 HROUGH Hu- rcntre or
I Jj BnuJaii. (lie ' iipltnl of tin-
q rP o mlchty Callirti, rlili In lr-
a JL . ^cmlarv lore, flowed the
^ytotr' llim'r Tigris. The Uaz
Blind rays of the evening sun, wiiLtil-
latlng like diamonds of a thousand col-
ors, played upon the ripples of tin-
rapid flowing water. Thick rose-
huslies hung over the river’s Inuiks,
scattering myriads of leaves npoo the
jwavjlets. Homplug In plUsh glee the
(WAtAr sprites chased the green lntrnd-
lers, and tlielr laughter was like tlia
music of countless sliver hells.
»On the broad marble terra'c'S leading
frrua the elty down tp the water’s
Mfige the people of Bagdad sot luxur-
iating In the evening's cool after the
flot glow of the day. Softly upon tlu ir
»are fell the laughter of tin- water,
mingled with the strains of dulcdt lira
Isle from sccrot trysting places amid
jthe rose bushes—songs of love mid
longing sung to the accompaniment of
guitar and lute. Across the river tlie
mighty onstle of the Caliph reared
above the water, Its great murble
.walls gleaming like the plumage of a
proud white swan.
one end of the ensile a projecting
tower rose, strong and massive, from
out a little garden. On the battlement
glooming rose hushes crowned the
/tower with a floral helmet, and, croep
Ing downward, clothed It In a gown of
roynf purple. Among the branches
/there sounded n nightingale's lan-
guishing, "Bul-bul-tee-tee-tee-teorfi-e."
|. At the window Assail, the favorite
non of the Caliph, stood listening to the
voices of the evening, deep In thought.
UJion the bosom of the river he saw
drifting wrenths of flowers and
brnnehes of olive and myrtle—night
gifts to the rver froth Bagdad's beau-
tiful women—night gifts that slender
bands had east upon the water, and
.wistful eyes had watched os they
glided onward attended by the bestow-
ers’ petitions that the lordly Tigris
would be pleased to grant them that
for which their hearts most longed,
a Assan knew full we.ll ull these pray-
erful wishes, gliding carelessly upon
the water down to meet the ocean.
Anil he laughed—laughed so loudly
(that the nightingale In the tendVlls
'of the roses cettsed In a fright her
music. At the sudden stillness. Assan
checked his laughter and addressed
the invisible songster:
' "Thou uvt Kihit, my sweet one!
,Thou const not understand that the
(wishes that go with the wreaths and
brnnehes there upon the water un-
chains to make slaves of freemen.
"To make slates of freemen, As-
san ?”
! It wns the silvery voice of a maiden
tbnt suddenly uml gently echoed the
Woods of the son of the Caliph. And
Wt.lle she yet wnfl speaking two arms.
Blender and grade-fill, were entwined
about his neck,
i "Heart's light! Thou star of Bng-
ti.d! My Mnrghyla!” And Assan Joy
Busly enught In his strong arms, the
youthful partner <jf his bosom.
"Yes, It Is I. my Assan. Hoses two
S bring thee, ns it gift for our lordly
Tigris. See! the dark red one Is for
you, and the white one—Is for me.
And, see! together 1 have bound them
With a band of silk. To the waters 1
thall throw them, my Assan—our of
fr-ring to the mighty river Hint our
[wish may be brought to fulfilment.
! "Our wish?” mfrthured the s#n of
the Caliph, and his voice was as the
uound of sighing.
Questlonlhgly then looked Margh.vln
ftato the eyes of her beloved.
But Assan stood »s a statue, and his
•dleuce was full off portent.
"Bind thy rose^!* at last cried As-
Ban; “but bind tljefli fast with an Iron
Chain—or chain of gold, if the metal be
heavy! Thy silken hand Is far too
trnglle!”
V>t"No, light of my soul,” said Marg
3yln; "neither by golden chains nor
Iron bands shall love, true love, be
bound. A glance of an eye. a touch
of a hand, a breath of a kiss that
shall bind love forever and for aye.
My thread of silk, O Assau!-*so thin
It is, It Is like a cobweb—Is to me only
as a symbol.”
i- Saying which flic maiden stretched
her white hands far out the window,
and let the roses slowly drop into the
river. Then once more she spoke to
her beloved:
“Assan, O Assan. my loved one
iWliat has kept thee these last three
days from the garden, there to talk
with me as was once thy habit? Why
hast thou secluded thyself hero In the
tower?”
Over the brow of Assan furrows
formed and deepened Gently the
maiden stroked his fort-head, as If she
would smooth out the wrinkles.
, “Is it not well with thee, my Assan?"
“It is not,” he answered, "and none
can help me. Thou sayest love
hound by the brentli of a kiss In fet
tors stronger than Iron chains. Ah
that is why, 0 Murghyla! no can help
me.”
“No otter
“No one! By the beard of the
Prophet! were It not for thee, all the
swords of the Caliph could not hinder
me—could not hold iuoT*
“And I hold thee? Oh! Assan, tell
me what evil I do thee.”
I “Evil!”—and the son of the Caliph
*■*
laughed loudly—“I wish thou wouldst
do me evil!”
“Asian!” * V
“Forbear, my beloved! Thou know-
est not my thoughts, and thou eanst
not help me. I*ook! far to the Fast,
where rules the mighty Emperor of
the Franks! there the laud resounds
with the clash of arms and the noise
of the combat Horses stamp! Swords
flash! Javelines fly! Joyously floats
on the breeze the war cry of our
heroes: ‘Allah 11 Allah!’ Gold gleams
the crescent above the trampling
steeds! There is might and freedom;
hut here weakness and slavery! All!
would I were there with my brothers,
battling and sweeping on to victory!
He, and only he, that has fought for
his life and gained Ids Up* through
victory, knows what it is to live! Vic-
tory! Ah! it is victory that makes
us free, anil enables us to live out our
lives in prou# happiness, at peaeef with
ourselves and the world! Give me hut
one victory—one victory—and 1 shall
bo contentr
And host tlfou truly gained no vic-
tory, Assan?”
Wistfully the maiden looked at her
lover, hut her tender meaning he un-
derstood not, and he unswerod:*
•No; none!" ’*
‘Anil Is It—do I keep thee from—thy
victory V"
"Yet, my ooloved."
For a few minutes silence. Then
the tear-choked voice of the maiden:
”1 will hold thee not, O Assan! I
will send thee to the happiness with
thousand blesutiigB and good
wishes.”
Impatiently the son of the Caliph
shrugged his shoulders.
"I know! I know!"
Like the sighing of the night Breeze
i the forest was the voice of the
maiden in her anguish:
"And?” "S'----
Rudely broke In the voice of Assan:
“So long as my eyes see thee; so
long as iny arms enfold thee; so long
as my lips caress thine; so long as my
words Anil an echo within thy heart—
so long, O Murghyla! am 1 held from
going forth to my victory. And yet
wltlUii me the hot blood surges, anil
witliln me there are struggles, lights,
battles; and I long, oh! I long to stand
ns a man among men! By Allah! I
will gain what I wish! I will not live
nB a pleasure-bound glove! I hate
myself in these chains that keep me
from my victory! Oh! 1 hu(e my-
self!” >'T^»l|>
With folded arms, the son of the
Caliph gazed down npon the Tigris
and saw not that Into his beloved’s
eyes pearls came gleaming—pearls
more precious than precious stones,
lie saw only himself In battle, rush-
ing on to victory against the enemy,
and her words he heard not: *
’Farewell, O Assan! Go thou to
light against the Frankish Emperor!
I shall prepare the way for thy lirst
victory.”
Softly, softly she stole from the
room, and with her went the Inst rays
of the dying stm. All the sparkling
diamonds of the river’s ripples were
gone, and over the land fell the dark
blue veil of night. It wns still, deeply
still, over Bagdad. Not a barge upon
the bosom of the river. The people
were gone from the terraces. Lonely
through the darkness came the night-
ingale’s languishing "Bul-lml—tee-tee-
tectoere-c-e.”
Yet long stood Assan in the high
arched Window, darkly gazing over
lhe water, on which floated the silvery
ribbon of the rising moon. Suddenly
from the little garden at the foot of
the tower, he heard a voice gently call
Ing; “Assan, O Assan!”
The voice was mingled with the
nightingale’s “Tee-tec-tec-teere-e-c.”
Far out of the window leaned Assan.
and saw his beloved, Mnrghyla, clothed
Gold deposits have been discovered
In Tibet. Tibet should read up on the
history of the Transvaal and learn
what Is coming to it.
It Is beginning to be feared in Eng
land that In case Japan whips Russia
tl’.e people of India will want to dis-
tinguish themselves by whyiprtig some
white army.
King Leopold of Belgium takes tly
ground that he Is above the law. He
criticised for his arrogance, bat
being a king lie Is technically in the
right. It may be absurd u> have any
Individual above the law, but that is
one of the little drawbacks of the ln-
sUtutiou of monarchy.
The American “co-ed" who to I’rof.
Gay ley ts "only n giggling girl" is to
Prof. Delbmeek, the distinguished
German philologist, “a wonderfully
brilliant and beautiful woman.” The
college girl will recall that German
scholarship always was noted for ac-
curacy and profundity of observation.
The British Bible Society, which is
celebrating Its centennial, has Issued
over 180,000,000 Bibles or portions
thereof In nearly every language and
dialect on earth. There is no speech
or language where the Bible Is not
read. There are now 370 different lau-
gungVH in which it Is printed, und In
many cases the Bible Is the first or
the only book, so published.
In her'white silken draperies, stand-
ing close to the brink of the river.
Why disturbest thou me?” cried
Assam
"See! Assan," called hack his he
loved: “the chains of the slave are for
thee lisqken! Go thou now and lie
happy!”
Slqwly, her arms stretched toward
hint. Mnrghyla fell back into the wa-
ter.
Like a statue of marble stood Assam
But, flow that lie saw bis beloved
drifting away on the flood of tho river
toward the Castle of Eternal Forget-
fulness, the demou’s liomls about bis
heart were loosened. _
"Marghyln!” cried Assam ' •“““•'f.-
In a fright the nightingale cried out.
Lightly the lover sprang through the
wTudow and clambered swiftly down
the rose hushes till he stood at the
brink of the river. Into the water
plunged the son of the Caliph. A dos
perate struggle was his. But he
brought his beloved to safety. Under
the rosebushes In the little garden As-
san laid down Ills burden, and as the
maiden opened her eves iqjd 1 «i >. ,1 ii[
into his, she saw them shining In vic-
tory—she heard his csthtlc "Thou!"
Hut Marghyhf turned from him, say
ing:
"Why saved thou me, O Assan?”
With his strong arms he lifted her
gently and gathered her to his liosom
and earnestly he made answer.
"In saving thee. 1 have saved my
self. Thou hast made me see that in
thee have I triumphed. Instead
chains, thou hast given me freedom
Blind I was, but cleared is my vision
Love Is a victory; from self It frees
us. It rnlaeth ns above all Impulses
of evil. Margliyla!”—New York Post.
WnwliliiK Smoke,
Some London hotels now use an ap
paratus which washes the smoke us
passes through the chimneys nud saves
the soot and tarry matter, which van
be used again as fuel or for otln-r pur-
poses. The apparatus at the same time
aids the draught ami prevents a down-
draught. It is run by a small dynamo
placed on the roof.
When New York City began the
business year of 1003 It bad $0,175,*
351.00 on bund to pay Its bills. Dur-
ing tho year $318,770,737.53 was paid
Into the city treasury and the sinking
funds. Father Knickerbocker thus
had $324,055,080.12 to Ills credit In the
course of the year. He spent $315,
430,005.40 to pay his just and honest
debts, and when ho balanced the led-
ger on Dec. 31 he bad $0,518,423.00 on
hand with which to celebrate the birth
of the new year, an amount sufiieieut
to tide hjm over for a time.
Russian can point to only two oc
caslous in modern history when her
ships were In action. One was the de
structlon of the Turkish squadron at
Sinope, when the number of vessels
was equal, though the latter were
greatly inferior In size and armament.
The other occasion was in the Cri
mean war, when the Black Sea fleet
did Russia some excellent service, but
hqrdly of the kind usually demanded
of the ships of an Imperial navy, when
she sank her finest ships like coni
barges to block the entrance to Sebas-
topol. jgjjjikg
11 Is said that before Ills election sis
President of Harvard University,
Charles W. Eliot wns offered the su
periutendency of a’.cotton mill at
salary considerably largoy than was
then paid Hu- President of the college,
remarks Hie Boston Watchman. But
he decided to remain in the work of
education, lor which he felt himself
best fitted. How much the world
would have lost If he had accepted the
tempting financial offer, and how much
President Eliot would have lost! The
way to honor, usefulness, and the most
solid satisfaction does not always lead
to the most money.
■ <£u L'.
American is the young man’s conn
try. wo are told, because so many of
the conspicuous figures among ns an'
young men, observes a writer
Leslie's Weekly. The thing Is said
conventionally, as if there were some
moral virtue in being young; as if,
too, the greatest tragedy in American
history was not the death some forty
years ago of half a million of men in
the prime of life, which deprived our
generations of its wisest counsellors.
Experience is the only school which
gives a degree honored of all men, and
a man of three-score, with the vigor of
lift* still in him, should be the most
useful citizen of a community.
The bad economic condition of tbc
Russian peasantry may be shown by
the statistics of farm animals. The
Russian novelist, Uspenski, oiye wrote
a story of peasant life, which he
called “A Quarter of a Horse,” and
which was intended to set forth,
the guise Of fiction, the social and
economic status of an agricultural
population that had only one horse
every four families. Statistics com-
piled by the zemstvos of the central
provinces show that, even before the
agricultural crisis became as acute as
it is now, twenty to thirty per cent
of the peasant farmers in the formerly
rich provinces of Chernigof, Voronezh
Poltava, Sarutof, Kursk and Tambof
did not have even a single horse,
while nearly one-third of tin* entire
population of Voronezh had neither
horse nor cow. In the province
Riazan 32.000 peasant proprietors out
of SO,000 had no horse, and 21,000 had
neither horse nor cow. * -
A FILIPINO'S PHILOSOPHY. *.
Rc-twern (h. lln.t and tin- \V«t a Lin,
WMrh Unmit Hr Ilt-ant-tl.
“Senor,” answered the old man, “lis-
ten! I am an old man. I know my
peoph. but I know something of other
peoples also. 1 have not 11 vet 1 here ull
my time. I have traveled and have
seen the world. I have been in your
own land. I have seen your cities and
your coifntry. I Jiave been much more
America than you Americans have I
been bsre, yet I do not know tbe ,
Americans. But they who have been j
here only so few weeks or months talk
'assuredly of Hie Filipinos. As if they
could know a new people in such a
time! Truly tbe Americans are a won-
derful people, but they cannot do that.
I .tell you, senor, that they can never
know us. Just as we can never know
them. For they are West and we arc
East, and we cannot meet. m
‘Between us there Is n line which
neither you nor I can define. Nor can
we tell when we have crossed It. We
make a mathematical calculation nnd
say: -Here we ate over. That was
West, Ibis is East.’ That calculation
serves ns n mark or longitude, fixed
and absolute; but can you go out there
on the ocean and show me the line
that divides the East from the West?
Can you see it, can you touch it, can
you feel It? The difference between the
peoples is Just as great as Hint, yet
Just ns subtle and ns Intangible. Till
you can mark that litre and tlx It upon
the face of the unstable sea you cannot
determine tbe line of difference be-
tween your people nnd mine. How,
tlipn, will you understand us of we
you? It caunot be. •
“I tell you that between us there is
more than whnt you know as ‘race dif.
ference’ In your country. There race
^difference Is still difference between
Western races. Here it Is a world dif-
ference. Between you and me there Is
more than a difference of color, or
statue, or even of civilization. There
is a radical Intellectual difference—a
difference of thought, of understand-
ing, of interpretation of the same acts
and events; a difference of mental pro-
cess which neither you nor I wilL ever
lie able to comprehend fully of the
other. We see that It exists; why or
how we can never know. We cannot
fnthom the ways or the wisdom of
God, who made us both.
“Yet there are some,things we can
know. The civilization of the West Is
not for the East. The two can never
assimilate or amalgamate. Your race
and mine will never join. Why, look
you. In my country, in this island, there
are peoples who have lived side by
side for a thousand years, nnd yet the
line of demarcation Is as distinct to-
day ns it was In tbe beginning. Do
you think these people will assimilate
with newcomers from the West whom
they hnve'known less than a thousand
days?
Who can trace the course of a man’s
thoughts? There are certain facts.
You and T know them. You draw
your conclusions, nnd 1 draw mine.
Th'o.v coincide. For that reason shall
we say that you nnd I think alike?
Perhaps it Is so for Hint time, but.
senor, the waj’s of the East are not
those of the West. This time nnd
next time we reach the same eonelu
sion; then we differ, and you do not
know why, nor do I. We have worked,
through separate channels, even when
we arrived at the same end.”—From
Oscar King Davis’ “The Last Appeal
of Don Felipe,” In the Century.
• Drop Something.
Drop a penny into a beggar’s* hand
now and then. Drop your evil asso-
ciations. Drop at least one bad habit
each year. Take a drop to yourself.
Drop whatever you've got if you
wouldn't buy it if you didn’t have it.
Drop a hot‘iron before It burns you.
Drop worn-out tools. Drop loose^netli-
ods. Drop criticising your superiors.
Drop fretting, lying, cheating, thiev-
ing, loitering, loafing, sponging, bor-
rowing and backbiting. Drop whin-
ing over failures. Drop a tear now and
then, a word of good cheer, a little of
the milk of human kindness. Drop
astern once in a while,, so to see how
the other fellow is doing. Drop a word
in favor of a friend. When you find
yourself In the way, drop out.—New
York Press.
The Scotch Sabbath.
The Earl of Aberdeen recently bad
a practical experience of tbe grim
observance of the Sabbath In Scot-
land. He arrived in Edinburgh from
London at 7.30 in Hie morning. There
was not a single public conveyanee,iu
the station, und leaving ills valet In
charge of the luggage, liis lordship
way derod out in the raw, cold weather,
and walked along Princess street, in
search of a cab, but to his dismay ev-
ery cabman was keeping the Sabbath.
Afterward Ills lordship met a milk-
man. delivering milk in a side street.
A bargain was struck, bis lordship got
into the tnilk van,‘was driven back to
the station, where his luggage was put
into tlie vehicle and then ho rode in
triumph to his club. (,
A (iooil Koailit U'lirln .
^*0*4. HE Massachusetts Highway
- >■ (mission is <
O 111 o sympathetic and In-arty co-
if K operation with the friends
'VO*r of theBrownlow bill, which
proposes the organization of a national
road bureau and an appropriation of
$24,000,000 to be used.in conjunction
with the different States for road
building. It is entirely in harmony
with the purposes of that measure on
the tnuin question, but proposes quite
a number of minor amendments, jn
order to harmonize tbe bill with
State laws, and the law of our own
State iu particular. The original eon
filets with onr own statute. Inasmuch
as it provides for advertising and con-
tracting by the director of the good
roads burean instead of tbe Massn
chussetts Highway Commission, and
that would prevent the State from be-
coming a beneficiary under its terms
as at present formulated.
The commission of no State is better
qualified than that of our own to make
practical suggestions for the better-
ment of the bill. It has achieved more
proportionally, if not absolutely, than
any other, and in the process of edu-
'v.-dng various communities in good
building it lias also educated it-
self. It is now building better roads
and building them more economically
than when those enterprises were first
undertaken, and its experience ought
to be of great value in any practical
attempt to broaden and even national-
ize* the movement. The commission
has sent a draft of Hie Brownlow bill,
with its own suggested amendments,
to every Representative and United
States Senator, with some excellent
arguments In its support.
As we have already said, there arc
two questions to be settled before the
bill should bo favorably reported,
which are; Is it a proper service for
the government to engage in? And,
if so, is it expedient? Both these ques-
tions are affirmatively, and, it seems
to us, conclusively answered in the
commission’s analysis of tlie project.
It contends that Government aid is no
new thing in the United States, and
had it not been extended at the proper
time “millions of acres of productive
land would now be in a state of nature
instead of supporting a population of
10,000,000 souls.” Of course, we are
all familiar with the fact that tbe
Government Is a regular and liberal
supporter of annual schemes for the
improvement of rivers nnd harbors.
We likewise remember the princely
concessions nnd grants made to tlie
tannscontlncntal railroad companies, in
order to develop the great West, and
we are sensible of the value nnJ even
the vital importance of this polio* but
not so many of us are aware that Gov-
eminent aid to the construction of
highways wns one of tho earliest nets
authorized by the Government for the
internal development of the country.
In the commission’s brief it is de-
clared that “(lie building of a road
from tide water to the Ohio country
was a pet project of Washington.” He
did .not live to see It acted upon, but
in 1811 such n road was begun, and*
seven years later it wns completed at a
cost to the United States of $7,000,000.
For thirty-four "years subsequent to
that time it was the one great highway
over which passed tlie mails and the
bulk of Hie trade nnd travel between
the East and the West, and like the
$7,000,000 paid for Alaska, tho pur-
chase price was repaid to the people
of tills country many fold.
That seems to at once establish the
propriety and the expediency of the
proposition. The commission states
very truly that tl>e money appro-
priated for roads is largely wasted,
for tlie reason that the local ronjdmas-
ter does not know how wisely to ex-
pend it, whereas.in those States where
aid lias Been given under scientific di-
rection for this purpose “it has worked
a revolution. * * * The roads built
have convinced Hie yiost sceptical that
they not only cost less to maintain,
but reduce tlie cost of hauling from
twenty-five to fifty per cent.” That
the nation would be repaid for expen-
diture of this kind in “increased pros-
perity, enhanced values and a general
raising of the moral, tin- celiglous and
the educational lone of its people,” we
do not doubt. There is aluvost a dis-
cernible difference to-day between tlie
eltiziai who lives on a good road and
the one who lives on a bad one. They
have different aspirations and differ-
ent standards of business. Good roads
are among civilization's best mission-
aries.—Boston Evening Transcript.
; bl< the cost
of hauling the farm products of the
I'ulteil States to market would be re-
(lu<*ed to one-tin If.”
it ii.i-. estimate la correct, the sa** '
iujj to tin* fariMTK would lie enormous,
and would ill a few years be sufficient
to cover the entire expense of milking
tin- improvements. Besides lessening
the cost of hauling, good roads will
bring to tbe people of the rural dis-
tricts pleasures nnd benefits which
cannot In* measured in money. 5'vji
York Tribune. _
STAGE REALISM. A
Trouble "fa Too Sympathetic Woman In
New Jvmey.
"I never go to theatres,’ frahl a New-
ark temperance woman. “I m too
sympathetic. The last time I went to
a theatre was twent.v*yt-ars ago. 1‘attl
died in one act. and I'd have died with
her if my husband hadn’t carried me
out.”
"You’d get over your sympathetic
feelings If you went often uonaduys,”
her friend said.
“No, 1 wouldn’t,” she replied. “I
tri/d to get over It nt school, but it
grew. 1 used to be considered good In
recitations and dialogues, and one time
our class gave 'Ten Nfhlits in a Bar-
room.’ I was Sam Blade’s wife, a%l
1 so hated Hint limn I couldn’t eat. I
got as thin as a rail. And when the
(day came off. and tlie glass struck tlie
little girl's head, I was so overcome
with the horror of It that I screamed
until tho people in the audience
thought the little girl had been really,
killed.” ^
’Was that your last appearance?"
No; I tried it again. 'The I./ldy of
Lyons,’ 1 think it was, nluiough I am
not sine. Anyway, 1 was the wife
of a rich mi n, and he died, nnd his
partner beat me nnd tlie children out
of all our money, and we went from
bad to worse, and the children were
ragged nnd starving, and 1 lind no
bread to give them—poor little
wretches, how hungry they were!—so
I made up my mind to kill myself with
charcoal. One night 1 sent them away
and lighted it charcoal stove and lay
down beside it and died. Truly, as I
stand here. I died. I can remember a
couple of men climbing over the foot-
lights, and the audience standing up
all excited. When I came to I Was at
home In bed, where I had hec-u for
nearly a week."
“Was there real charcoal in the
stove?”
"Of course not; only a lighted candle.
But that didn't make any difference;
I died.”—Newark Evqning News.
<»n«* Way of Get tin
U n
Living.
For a risky nnd exciting nnd profit-
able—if you survive—mode of earning
a livelihood, a new Australian industry
can be confidently recommended. It
is the collection of snake venom, a
substance that. like radium, is valued
by the grain. A pound of it is said
to be worth $25,000. It 1s in active
demand by chemists. It is obtained
from three species—the death adder,
llie brown adder nud tlie tiger snake.
The reptiles must be caught uninjured,
and it goes without saying that the
industry "demands considerable knowl-
edge nnd skill in capture.” Tiger
snakes are the best, for they carry
most venom. Snakes are still numer-
ous in the Australian bush.—New York
Tribune. - -----* *'**-^.
Laboring l.'nctcr iv Mistake.
Some friends of tho good roads
movement hesitate to join in tlie de-
mand for national aid because they
•are appalled by tlie enormous expense
involved in macadamizing tlie entire
road milage of tbe country. These
persons are laboring under a mistake.
The national aid bills now before Con-
gress do not propose to construct any
particular kind of road. They simply
propose to “improve tlie public roads”
and provide for “investigations nnd
experiments to determine the best
kinds of road material and the best
methods of road building.” In a re-
cent article Representative Brownlow
says:
“My own individual opinion is that
some of tlie principal thoroughfares
ought to be macadamized. Well in-
formed road experts have estimated a white face in the dark marble, which
that if one-tenth of the? road mileage is by some regarded as an exact por-
of the country were macadamized and u nit of the great Duke of Wellington,
the other nine-tenths were improved but* which resembles ratberg the late
iu other and cheaper ways, using the*! Cardinal Manning.
. WORDS OF WISDOM.
There are many tilings that fill the
heart, but few of them can furnish it.
Some of tho lowest places in tho city
are likely to be owned iu the highest. ^
The distinction between the wily and
the wicked is too tine for Uie wise.
In tlie final analysis a man is prob-
ably something between the donkey lie
makes of«hiinsrlf and the monkey oth-
ers make of him. •
Cheerfulness is a small virtue, it is
true, but it sheds such a brightness
ai^uiid us in this life that neither dark
clouds nor rain can dispel its happy in-
fluence.—E. V. B. Alexander.
So long as we love we serve; so long
as we are loved of others I would al-
mo^ say that we are indispensable;
and no man is useh*ss while In* lias a
friend.—Robert Louis Stevenson.
There is no noble life stive that which
is lived above the uneharitubleuess, the
discontent which tills human inter-
course every day. ... At tlie last
there can be no beauty for you or me
but tlie beauty of holiness.—Mrs. Mary
Clemmer Hudson.
Wlnre Stork Transaction# Arp Secrets.
“New Yorkers look on Washington
as-one of the best towns in the United
States in the matter of trading in the
market,”, said Mr. George L. Devoe.
“There is more secret buying and sell-
ing of stocks going on in Washington
than in any other city in the country,
for the reason that so many of the men
operating are iu the employ of the
Government and are afraid to be seen
in the brokers’ offices. ^Jany of these
men are under bond, and one of tbe
conditions of their bond is that they
must refrain frmb speculating and
from playing the races, lint this pro-
hibition doesn’t keep them from taking
a flyer iu stocks, only they do it in
such a private way that few people
know of their deals, which are trans-
acted before and after regular busi-
ness hours.”—Washington Post.
lie Caujlit It.
A southern Missouri exchange tell*
of n traveling man who stopped one
night in a hotel in a small Ozark Coun-
ty town and asked to be called at u..'JQ
o’clock so hat lie m'ght catch a train.
In order to accede to the guest’s re”-
quest, the landlord had to remain up
all night, ns he lmd no clerk and no
alarm clock. lie found it hard to
keep awake, and when 3.80 finally did
come he was in a surly frame of
mind. Knocking on ♦he guest’s door,
lie said: “Git lip, it’s 3.30.” In a
sleepy tone the voice of the guest re-
plied: “Oil. 1 guess I’ll let that train
go and sleep until T o'clock.” “Well,
I guess not,” said the landlord. “I’ve
stayed up all night to git you up, and
you’re goin’ to git up.” The
caught the early train.—Kansas Oft/
Star.
Portrait in Marble ColiPmn.
in polishing a green marble eolunm
in the south aisle of the new Roman
Catholic cathedral at Westminister, a
curious freak has been revealed. It is
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