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THE soars OF A i s i'in just'a silly' optimist -with cheerfulness ? 7 - galore V . 'y : "- ' JUT 1 1U IUCU ;Ul, licaiiu p.uji, ' - r" vfrvt,hifi cr's " abote. i I'm tired 'of melancholy in.oans and so I . point with pride . To the awe-inspiring axiom - that I am sat- ,. : - isfied. . . " , . 3f there's nyhing I love to .eat, it' food, ' If. there's anything I love to wear, it's '". :: clothes, : ' ; ; -JAnd in times of relaxation JL have proved by demonstration - That there's i nothing quite so restful asr repos. &L WARYNG'S MISTAKE By Florence fTQj GIRL, sat with her hands id. a fe clasped round her knees, 3--V 8 itaring out of the window fl with unseeing eyes her thoughts far away. Be hind her the room was almost; dark, but a rosy glow slanted through the low casement and touched her bright brown hair into threads of gold. A nian comins swiftly into the room hesitated for a moment in the door way, then, with a whimsical expres sion of amusement in his eyes, went forward softly, and, putting a hand under her chin, kissed her , upturned face. But. as his lips, touched hers, he recoiled with a startfher face was un known -to him, and at the same mo ment the girl i sprang from her seat, thrusting him I .from her with . both hands. The color swept from her throat to her' forehead, her; blue eyes blazed7ncT - slender figure" was tense with indignation. J "How dare you!" she said, passion ntpivr muT he. for a moment, had no reply ready. He was completely taken aback, but managed at last to stammer out: ' .- "I'm very sorry. I'm afraid I've made a mistake!" - "That you certainly have!;' was the emphatic retort, and then, With a flash of scorn from the blue eyes, she was gone. i "Just my bad luck!" Yal Waryng muttered. If certainlv-seemed unlucky - . ". that, after five years absence, he should manage to make a fauxpas on the moment of arriving home. 'Yal, my dear boy!" a voice said from "the doorway, and his mother -rr-ifli rmfctvtrhprl ValU.tr iuviuu uiiu mi" un.-nx--..- hands. .He took her in his arms and she drew his head down and kissed ' liim on both cheeks. Then- she held him. . n was- from her and scrutinized his face. '-You've grown a beard, Yai!" she said, reproachfully. "It makes you look dreadfully old." He laughed. "I knew you wouldn't like it, and I meant to take, it off before seeing you, but we reached port sooner than we expend, and I rushed, to catch the midday express." "Ah. that is how you oame to-day instead of to-morrow, when we ex ; pected you. You are very welcome, my dear boy,. but, it's so dark I cannot .see you properly ; .we n nave a-ngnt. -As the match fired, he noticed that her face was thinner and more trans : parent in its fair delicacy of complex- iETIIan when he went away; so small - and fragile a being, and yet possessed of great strength of will, as -be knew to his cost witness his. banishment to a far land when 'the headstrong follies - of his youth had threatened his future ' career. " - "I am sorry to tell you there is a disappointment in store for you, val, she said, when the gas was lighted. J'GIadys has gone away: she left here yesterday to stay with some relations. She g&vejne this note for you. I think she might really have postponed her visit when she beard you were coming home, but Gladys is so different from other sirls!" ' - "Yes, Gladyses quite different from other girls," he repeated, with a slight ly cynical inflection in his voice. He was turning the letter round and round jn his hands absently: then he addtid: j"Who was the girl I found sitting ! here? I thought for a moment she ttvas Gladys when I came in." "The girl? Oh, you mean Francie! Why, surely you could not mistake her for -Gladys; they are utterly unlike? . I told you all about her long ago, Val lon't you remember? She was be queathed to my care by my cousin, Miriam Vane, when she died two years ago, and Francie has lived with me -ever since." . - "Oh, but you said a child! rl imag : ined quite a little girl, not a tall, young woman like this. I'm afraid I offended her when I arrived." "Did she run away? She is rather shy, but a dear girl. She has been a great comfort to me in my loneliness; 'but you want to read your letter, Val!" He tore open the envelope, and, going over to the light., stood there reading. The expression on his face deepened suddenly to gravity, and a line ap peared between his jyebrows which made him kiok strangely like his mother. She was watching him anx iously while he tore the paper into small pieces and threw them into the grate. Meeting her eyes, he gave a low laugh. , "Sojthat is over!" he said. i "Oh, Val, you don't mean' -cv "Yes she has politely, but 'firmly, , ended our engagement. It is only what I have been expecting for a long time. on't worry yourself, mother-I shall - survive this, as I have survived other disappointments!" - a r-might have waited littleto PoiJ your home:coming was most cruel Sltly; OPTIMI3T. It Ibsen, Tolstoi.. Schopenh? - t;our:life''ias,dark,:--; Schopenhauer r depict that existence "-T . V T--.:-: T : rra . : is a lark." ." That all the crimes and meannesses that in this world are done : " Are committed ;in a spirit of exuberance . - - and fun. ; - ,'. w . ' v: --v .. And there's nothing that I love to talk . like words, And there's nothing that I love to sing like songs: v ' So I find a life employment In the pleasures of enjoyment, ' Placing sadness in the sphere where it belongs. . W. L, in Life,. E. Eastwick. and selfish; but, you know, Val, I never cared for Gladys!" "I know.'Jtaotherl don't let us talk about her any more." v When he came down" dressed for dinr ner, he sent a keen glance round the room, but only his mother was there, seated by the fire with her knitting. Curtains. were drawn and lamps light ed, and there was an air of comfort and snugness which appealed to him; he relt it was .pleasant to be at home again. ' "You seem to have altered things here, mother. I don't know quite what the change is; perhaps it is all, these flowers about, and surely the curtains are new, and this is very pretty." He touched the - piece of quaint embroidered velvet on the mar ble mantel, where Venetian glass and Dresden -china gave tones of bright color. "Oh, that's all Francie's doing; she likes arranging flowers for the rooms and pulling the furniture about!" Mrs. Waryng answered, with tranquil satis faction. As she spoke, Francie-herself entered the room. "Ah, here you are, dear; you and Val have already made each other's acquaintance, I bear!" Yal advanced with outstretched hand and a twinkle of his eyies. She gave him a quick, defiant glance, but did not relinquish hei hold on the fluffy, white Persian cat she held in her arms. "Yes we have met," was all she deigned to reply, and then turned her I attention to playing with the cat. Val felt" he was in disgrace, but, as he stood looking down at the bright hair and downcast eyelashes- resting on the flushed cheek, he was conscious of no penitence for his transgression. During dinner the conversation was almost entirely a duologue between the mother and son; Frances Vane refused to be drawn into it, only occasionally vouchsafing a remark when directly spoken to. Mrs. Waryng was far too happy in hearing Val talk to notice 1 anyone else's silence. When he went to join the ladies In the parlor! after smoking his cigar, he found his mother again alone. "Francie has some letters to write, so she has gone to her own room; she insisted, we would rather have our first evenings together,". Mrs. Waryng told him, cheerfully. So this proud maiden meant to ig nore him by way of punishment; but, at all events, she had told no tales. His mother, with her old-fashioned ways, might possibly liave taken um brage at his mistake. One of her chief complaints against him in former days had leen what she called his "frivolity of conduct" with the young women of the neighborhood very harmless flirtations he considered them to have been, on looking back. . - He began to understand that he would have to make his peace by going downj-on his knees to Miss Fran cie Vane. It was strange that the im age of his erstwhile ladylove seemed to have been completely blotted from his memory and given place to the picture of a girl with bright brown hair gazing, at the setting sun.t He became so inattentive to his mother's ques tionings that, at last, she declared he appeared tired and bade him "Good- 1 night!" but it was the remembrance of .a stolen kiss that was distracting his attention: The next morning, as he stood by his dressing table, a rush of white wings outside hisj window and the sound of cooing replies to a sibilant call beneath, attracted his attention. Looking down osi the lawn, he saw his mother's ward feeding the pigeons, who clustered around her feet and settled on her shoulders, and even dared impudently to take the grain from the basket she carried onf her arm. At a little dis tance the white cat sat apart, and' eyed the group jwith contemptuous indiffer - enee, while a couple of fox terriers rolled and j rollicked at the further end of the lawn. It was for such a scene as this thdt his eyes had ached in the glaring solitudes of his exile the girl in her.iimple morning dress, the gar den with Its mellow autumn tints, the sense of I rest and peace; this - was home! A feeling of great contentment took possessidn of him; he hastened to finish jhis dressing, and to join the party in the garden. Francie was so absorbed in her busi ness that sne did not see him until he was close to her, and he had mine to appreciate the freshness of bet girlish beauty out there In the sun light; th4 expression of er eyes wafc so innocent and gentle as she1 caressed her birds that he commenced instantly in humb e language to beg for her par don. " She listened, with head averted until he said .he had mistaken her for some one else. ' j . "For some one else!" she repeated! fn a startled tone. ' 'Yes: For a lady who a thought I had a 'right , to kissK-thoiign, that, as it happens, was another mis take' he added, bitterly-f - . r T, She looked at him ; intently, anii he f eft sure' that she knew, the other side ., of the story the side taken by Gladys, whatever it might be. When he qiies ticined Francie, - she ? admitted that Gkidys , had told her something that they , were "not suited to each other? "And. that it was my fault?" he in terjected. . ' -' ' - ' . . She did not reply- but throwing the last handful from her basket," turned toward the house. He walked by .her side meditating, wondering what her thought about him might be. Could he have read thiem, he would have dis covered some confusion in ; Francie' s mind. The description given by Gladys Harcourt of her dare-devil lover, wJio had won her consent to an engagement more by the impetuosity of his love making after a week's acquaintance than by anything else, did not accord quite with the bearded 'man of grave '. demeanor and quiet speech walking beside her. Possibly his mother had declared him to -have been the hand somest and most attractive boy In the world, who would certainly have been spoiled by her women friends. if she had not rescued him by sheer force of will from their too pronounced .en couragement. Francie had imagined a good-looking, conceited young man who took for granted that every girl must be ready to fall in love with him at first sight an opinion which his method of intro ducing himself to her seemed to have justified. Of his. good looks there could he no doubt, but the night before, while she had sat listening to him, she dis cerned in his conversation only a frank and outspoken love for his mother, and a natural exhilaration at finding himself once more at home. She be gan to think she had judged him hard ly; her severity relaxed, and, when they reached the house, they were on excellent terms. Fate and Mrs. Waryng together con spired to further their intimacy. V.al's mother had a neuralgic attack and remained in her room, so to Francie fell the task of entertaining the young man. They breakfasted together, then went round the gardens, stables and paddock. She knew every creature in the barnyard, and they knew her dogs, cats, horses, not excluding the pigs and the inhabitants of the poultry yard all came hurrying to greet her at the sound of her voice; she seemed like a fairy princess in her own little world.' They lunched together, and then, at Mrs. Waryng's request, Francie took Val for a drive in her dogcart. He was interested in seeing all his old haunts again, but evinced no desire to pay any calls on former friends. "There, will be plenty .of time later to look up the natives just now I feel a bit off!" he told her, and she under stood I his words bore some reference to the fickle Gladys. After dinner he fetched, a portfolio of snapshots, to show her the strange places he had visited in his travels. Among them was a photograph of his former fiancee, taken at the time of his departure from home. He took it up and gazed hard at the cold and discon tented beauty of the face; then he looked at Francie. How different was her fresh . and natural charm from that other who, although five years his senior, had enchained his boyish heart. He Taid the picture aside, and with it went all regret. The days slipped into weeks,, and one atternoon vai iouna me ,giri m her favorite seat near the window; she was reading a letter, and he recognized the writing.. "You have heard from Gladys?" he said, as he sat down beside her. "Yes. She. is in a hospital, training to be a nurse," Franeiefanswered. - "She is well and happy?" he queried. "She says she is both; that she has at last found her vocation, and never knew befdre what it was to be content with life." As he sat silent, looking out -of the window, she murmured: "Are you- sorry,' Val?" she asked, quietly. He turned and looked at her. "Have I seemed-as if I were sorry, here with you?- 'You might help me to be very gladV Meeting. his eyes, she began to under- stand. He faid his hand on hers and asked: "Do you remember our first meeting, Francie? What were you thinking about thep, when I found you here?" "I was thinking well, I was thinking what you would be like!" Her eyes drooped and then fie also understood. New. York Weekly. A Complimentary Captain. , John D. Crimmins, in the New York Times, , tells of a party that hired a boat owned by a man at Atlantic City who takes out sailing parties for a con- 1 Sideration. A number of young ladies were of the party. About a mile and a half out from the - -? Inlet the wind freshened most unex pectedly and there was "trouble. For a while it looked as if the dinky little catboat would capsize. The girls were considerably wrought up and gave ex pression to their fears in no uncertain manner. . -"See here, young ladies,' said the owner of; the craft, just as one of the passengers let out an awful shriek, "you -seem to forget that if she goes down I'm the chap that loses most. She's my boat" ; . FiBhy. Mother (reproachfully, to her small son)-"Jamie, where have you been aU: afternoon?" Jamie (uneasily) "At Sunday-school, mamma." Mother "Then how is it you are wet and smell so of fish?" Jamie (in desperation) "Well, you see, I've been studying about- Jonah and the whale, and well I guess it came off on my clothes." Harper's Weekly. -- - -- , - t v v; ' ' "r0 "'' ""l'"'"';? ? '"s':'': ' THROUGH ArmCAN SWAMPS. jAGV N Harper's Magazine, Henry 4 bi . W. Nevinson, who is now O T O in the interior of Africa in Jfr vestigating the slave-trade . (QBr for the magazine, tells of a . trip through the deadly swamp country after leaving the coast: "Hearing that only a few miles ayay there was real solid ground where, strange vbeasts roamed," says Mr. Nevinson. "I determined to cut a path through the forest in that di rection. Engaging two powerful sav nees armed with 'matohpts.' nr sTinvt neuvj ewurus, 1 itok iue piunge mom a wharf which had been built with piles beside a river. At the 'first step. I was up to my kness in black sludge, the smell of which had been accumulating since the glacial per iod. Perhaps the swamps are forming the coal-beds of a remote future; but in that 'case I am glad that I did not .live in Newcastle, in the remote past. . 3 X J. 1- J.I. 1 J? As in a coronation ode, there seemed no limit to the depths of sinking. One'a only chance was to strike a submerged trunk not yet rotten enough to count as mud. Sometimes it was possible to cling to the stems of brandies of standing trees, and swing over the slime without' sink ing deep. It was possible, but un pleasant; for stems and branches and twigs and fibres were generally cov ered with every -variety of spine and spike and hook. "In a quarter of an hour we were as much cut off from the world as on the central ocean. The air was dark with shadow, though the tree-tops gleamed with sunshine far above our heads. Not a whisper of a breeze nor a smell of fresh air could reach us. We were stifled with the smell. The sweat poured from us in the intol erable heat. Around us, out of the black mire, rose the vast tree trunks, already rotting as they grew, and be tween the trunks was woven a thick curtain of spiky plants and of the long suckers bv which the trees drew ud an extra supply of water' very unnec essarily, one would have thought. "Through this undergrowth the na tives, themselvesfoften up to the mid dle in slime, slvwly hacked away. They are alwaysl very patient of white man's insanity. Now and then we came to a 1ctle clearing where some big tree had fallen, rotten from bark to core. Or we came to a 'creek' one of the innumerable little water courses which intersect the forest and are the favorite haunt of the mudfish, whose eyes are prominent like a frog's and whose side .fins have almost de veloped into legs, so that with the help of their tails, they can run over the ?lime like lizards on the sand But for them and the crocodiles and the innumerable hosts of ants and slugs, the lower depths of the man grove swamp contains ' few living things. Parrots and monkeys inhabit the upper world where the sunligh reaches, and sometimes the deadly stillness is broken by the cry of j hawk that has the flight of air ow and fishes the creeks in the evening. Otherwise there is nothing but decay and stench and creatures of the ooze. UNACKNOWLEDGED PRINCESS. The life ot Elizabeth Patterson, grandmother of Mr. Charles J. Bona parte, the new Secretary of the Navy, .was as full of romance as any novel. Brilliant as was its beginning, its halo of riches and royalty soon faded in the shadow of the clouds of disappoint ment and desertion. The love story of Jejome Bonaparte, brother of the great emperqr, and his marriage to the belle of Baltimore are .well known. Napoleon's rejection of his brother's bride and the separation of a hus band and wife are matters of history. Through a losg life Madame Bona parte bore her troubles unflinchingly and was ever a woman" of courage. Prince Jerome Bonaparte was a young man who seldom denied him self anything whieh took his fancy. This characteristic was well displayed in the accounts which his brother was continually called upon to settle. One of these bills was for a magnificent shav ing set valued at twenty thousand francs. Prince Jerome was only fifteen at the time he bought it, and showed not the sign of a beard. Napoleon indulged his brother in all his ex travagances until it came to his mar riage. Against that he absolutely set his, face. " . But the beautiful bride was un daunted, and urged her husband to take her to France. The prince put offthe evil day -as long, as possible. At "last he yielded against his better judgment, and the young couple sailed from Philadelphia. A terrific gale sent the vessel on to a sand-bank, and the lives of its passengers wete in danger. Madame Bonaparte showed no fear. She clambered on to the sloping deck and began to give orders to lower a boat. The captain was dumfounded. "Pray, are yeu commanding this ship?" he asked. "Yes," replied Madame Bonaparte, if neeessary." "How d6 you propose reaching the boat?" asked the captain. f "You are to throw me in." The captain meekly obeyed the de termined young woman's orders. But In lowering her into the boat, his strength failed and she fell into the water. Her heavy silk pelisse weighed her . do.wn, but the sailors managed to pull her into the boat. Even her sudden plunge did not confuse her. "Where is. Prince Jerome?" was her first question, and then she continued hei- orders. ' The boat made its jvay o shore, and soon the young couple found shelter in a farmhouse, and made merry "over their adventure. As a sea trip -the second vogage was more successful, aitnougn, &i Prince Jerome wrote to his father- in-law in English, "Elizabeth is vers seasick j but you, know as well as any body that seasickness never hast killed anybody." The voyage was over all too soon. however, foi with it ended ladame Bonaparte's happiness. Napoleon an nulled the marriage. Jerome became King of Westphalia and married a princess of Wurttemberg. CURIOUS FRIENDSHIPS. Jhildren and snakes appear to get well together m Australia. A writer in Chambers' Magazine who lives in Sydney, says he has never heard in the bush of a snake biting a child, nor do the children show any fear of snakes. ' The bigger the snake the greater the joy in getting near it, and the stronger the desire to play with it. The snake's bright eyes and sinuous motion probably charm. And snakes, even the most vicious,1, respect the confidence. At Koondrook, a little settlement in Victoria, a woman heard her child, eighteen months old, laughing as if she was having great fun. The child was supposed to be asleep in bed. The mother went to the room and: found the child scrambling over the bed after something she could not see. That happened several times. Once, how ever, the mother went In suddenly and heard something drop off the bed. Looking hurriedly under tie bed she distinctly saw a large snake, that turned upon her with evident inten tion to fight. When the husband came home he pulled up the boards of the Loor but there was no sign of the snake. Next. day, however, snake and child were discovered lying together on the floor, the child asleep and the snake apparently so. That night the husband tried a plan. He placed a candle on the floor, along side the child, and asked his wife to play a slow airv on the harmonium. Movements of the snake could be heard; but the rustle was all he vouch safed. Next night the child was simi larly posted .and the mother tried the effect of working her sewing machine. The sound was too tempting. The snake wriggled to the child with alac rity, and was promptly despatched by the father. It was a tiger-snake near ly five feet in length, and when killed was fondled by the child as an old ac ouaintance. A WARNING SHOT. One of the strange incidents of the war, especially during a . state of siege, is the friendly relations which exist between enemies when off duty. At one moment the" soldiers ofl the opposing armies will, be -chatting so ciably and exchanging favors, the next shooting each other doWn as deadly foes. A little incident told by Mr. Ripley in his "Story of Com pany F," gives a glimpse of a genial inteIude in the grim Civil War. During the siege of Petersburg, it was the custom of the opposing pick ets to grant temporary "truces for the purpose of preparing food: Half an hour perhaps, would be agreed upon, and its limit would,, be scrupu lously observed, when "time" was called. Then every man would hurry upder coyer. On one occasion a Confederate was slow to respond to the warning. He, to all appearances, did not realize that he was in sight. While the others hurried to their posts, he 'sat quietly blowing his coffee and munch ing his hardtack. Fortunately for him he was in plain sight of a sentinel less bloodthirsty than some. This man thought it only fair to give him far ther warning, "I t say, Johnny," he shouted, "time's up! Git into your hole!" "All right," replied Johnny, still blowing his coffee. , . "Just hold that cup still a minute arid I'll show you whether it's all right or not!" shouted the sharp shooter. The Confederate began to suspect that he was in fact visible, and he held his cup still for an instant as he looked up and around. . This af forded the desired opportunity for the sharpshooter. With a well-sent bullet he knocked the cup clean out of the owner's hand. With sudden agility the surprised Confederate made haste to disappear, amid the jeers and laughter of both lines of pickets. GIANT WHALE TOWS STEAMER The whaling steamer Orion, which. Captain Balcom and his associates are operating in connection with their mod ern station at Sechart, on the west coast of Victoria, British Columbia, figured in an exciting adventure last week, the outcome of which was for two hours in doubt, while a monster "sulphur bottom" whale, severity -nine feet in length, towed the, .steamer sea ward at better than fifteen knot speed. The whale had been harpooned in the ordinary manner, but was not killed, as usual, the bomb attached to the har poon failing to explode at the critical instant. As the monster was only wounded and enraged there was noth ing else to do but pay out line and play the big fish until it should become exhausted. For two hours the whale traveled seaward, towing the steamer. It kept under water the greater part of the time, coming up at quarter hour intervals to blow; and so: hard did it pull that the blades of -the: harpoon loosened in its flesh. The whale's pace grew steadily less, however, until It finally became very weak. The high speed at which it had traveled and the heavy drag of the steamer told, and the effect of the tow was intensified by reversing the ship's engines. Finally one of the ship's boats crept up on the whale and four hand lances were buried in its vitals. 1 5.000 ARB KlUfD Russian Riots Continue With -- 1 - ' ; .. ' - - ' ' Great Slaughter COVERS THE WHOLE COUNTRY Business is Suffering Seriously From. Strike in Russia Letters Al .Cen sored Att6mpt to ffl Prefecfc-of Police at St. Petersburg Soldiers Surround . Hotel and Bring Up Ar tillery TwjEegiments of Cos sacks Mutinied, i Moscow, By Cable. :Firing in" the streets continued until midnight Wdnfsdav ni.o'ht.. The Governor General issued an appeal to the peo-' pie, which is displayed in the streets urging the citizens t to trust to the false interpretations given the re- cent manifesto and calling on them to give up the strike and take sides with the troops and the police in the preser vation of order, resting on the assur ance that the lawful authorities will know how to protect lives and prop erty. ,. '.':'"; London, By Cable. The St. Petrs burg correspondent of The Times, in 1 .1: J. .1. T-k 1 : "Governor General Doubasoff, tele graphing reports that 15,000 persohs had been killed or wounded at Mos- , cow. - . ' ' The latest news from Moscow says that the first regiment of Don Cos sacks, Tvern dragoons and the Nes vizh regiment of infantry mutined and are . confined in their barracks. "I am informed from a good source that 2,000 persons were killed and 10, 000 wounded. The revolutionists are making no headway but they show up signs of exhaustion. ' ' All over the city there -are marks of the battle which has raged in the streets for three days, and the distant booming of cannon shows that the fighting is not yet at an end. Houses have been completely demolished by the artillery, and everywhere win dows have been smashed by bullets. v Governor General Doubasoff has prohibited the opening of , windows. The better classes are afraid to ven ture on the streets owing to the fact that numerous bombs and other dead ly missiles are being thrown from the windows and roofs of houses. Near the triumphal arch could be seen today, the red flags of the insurgents flying above their barricades. Sol diers surrounded the Continental Ho tel and artillery was brought up as it was claimed that a shot had been fired from one of the windows. It was with difficulty that the landlord per-' suaded the troops not to demolish the buildin?. x. cj- . As the correspondent entered the telephone exchange he saw two "agita tors shot by a passing patrol. Artil lery can be heard at work near the Nicholas Station. Two attempts on the life of the pre fect of police by students, one of them a woman, was frustrated. The stu dents were arrested. The Bourse Gazette says it is report ed that General De Dioulin, prefect of police - oi &t. retersDurg, nas Deen informed by telephone that the. num ber of dead or wounded at Moscow ' number 10000 and thatswhen ques tioned tonight the general did not deny that such a report had been re ceived. The merchants here complain that they are suffering seriously from the strike in Russia, and are not receiv ing the information in regard to the situation there,- as all letters are care fully censored. The correspondent of the St. Petersburg Times, w'ires that it is re ported there, that a military terrorist plot has been discovered by the au thorities. Fifty arrests have been made in connection with this discov- ery. Fruitmen in - Convention. Des Mbines, la., Special. The Western Association of Fruit Grow ers opened its annual meeting here. The attendance- jis quite large and the meeting presents many interest ing features. Many prominent fruit growers and experts from this and other fruit States are in attendance and some highly important papers, have been promised to be read. Wedding Present for Miss Roosevelt Washington, Special. The Presi dent's attention has been called to a dispatch from Baker City, Ore.i to the effect that a subscription is about to be started for a wedding present for Miss Alice Roosevelt. President Roosevelt stated that while he deep ly appreciated the evidence of gcrod will, he hoped nothiilg of the kind would be undertaken. In fact, he- wished particularly that the proposed collection of funds should not be made. Three Killed, Several Hurt. Meridian, Miss., Special -In a rear end collision on the Albania and Vicksburg railroad at Chunkey Mon and three seriously injured and a train load of passengers badly shaken up. The dead are: Vance Lader, a negro fireman, . Peter- Kenosky, a tramp. Engineer Tucker and his ire- man t the ireight and '.Engineer Cocker of the passenger were also in-
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