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OEBOMCM, WILKESBORO, N. O. ; This "id' the centennial year of the Democratic party,, which became a National organization in 1796. : y- . : The .annual report - of the: Eoyal Edinburgh Asylum for the Insane con cludes as: follows:' "It is not work but worry that kills.'?- . - It any condemned murderer should make his last breakfast off anything but ham and eggs with buttered toast, it would make a veritable ! sensation, declares the New Orleans Picayune. , According to Good Housekeeping, women are the owners of one-tenth of the. owned farms of the country, and of about? one-fourth of the homes which are not conneoted with farms. Henry Labouchere says : A friend of mine who has lived long in British Guiana tells me that, all told, there were only 150 white men in the dis puted district between the Orinoco and the Essequibo." A New York writer has been investi gating the drinking habits of Gotham society and finds that while there is a good deal of it, the glamor of drink is gone, and it is now considered "very bad form to get full. The latest joke about England claim ing, the disooveries of Professor Nan sen, if he has made any, gets an addi tional point from a' new map of the world, recently published in good .faith by the London Graphic. It makes the British possessions in Can ada include all of North Greenland and reach to the pole. When a New York audienoe de manded an encore from pianist Jbseffy at Mr. Damrdsch's concert the other night, the leader turned in his seat and told the audienoe that it was unrea sonable and could not be gratified. A New York paper applauds the action and hopes that it will do away with the enoore - nuisance, "encouraged, as a rule, by artists with more vanity than ability." - The Joint Gommittee on the Li brary, which has . charge of the Capi tol, has decided that the World's Co lumbian Exposition was an epoch and that it is entitled to appear in the freize whioh decorates the dome with other great events in the history of Amerioa, whioh are there portrayed by allegorical representations. The dis covery of Amerioa, the landing of the Pilgrims, the discovery of the Missis sippi Biver, the baptism of Pocahon tas, the battle of Bunker Hill, the sur render of Cornwallis, the reading of the Declaration of Independence, the attaok on Fort Sumter, , the emancipa tion of the slaves, the scene at. Appo mattox and other incidents in the his tory of this ' hemisphere have been given places, and but very little room remains for recording, what may hap pen in the future, but the driving of the last spike On the transcontinental railroads and ;the World's Columbian Exposition are considered sufficiently important to have a place. The New York Sun observes: Eng lish naval experts not only have ac knowledged publicly in recent years that the i quality of the new navy of the United States is better than that of any other, but they have declared that: all Nations must look to I this .country for decided advance in the art of naval warfare. Yankee ingen uity, they expect will solve many diffi cult problems. t Ship for ship, ,our naval vessels are known to be superior to ships - of similar types in other ravies.1 The superiority of our battle ships of the Indiana class to those of the Royal Sovereign class in England, although the English vessels are nearly 4000 tons larger, is beyond dis pute. Undoubtedly the fact that the "United States always has excelled in naval matters ; leads ' the - officials of other countries to expect greater things of us. ( Whatever may come" of ; this expectation it is not known gener ally that already this country has four : types of vessels noVposseBsed by other Nations. Each of these types marks' an advance in naval" warfare, , and al though perhaps only one type is new, ' their , development has given the United States. -Navy a defensive strength uch as the navy of no other country. has.; , These types are : The ? monitor type of battle ship,' the best (example of which is the Puritan, soon to go into commission ; the so-called dynamite cruiser Vesuvius, as to whose success or failure, the Navy Department seems to b in doubt; the Ammeh rana "Katahdin, almost ready for activtj work, and the submarine toapedoboa designed by -ti. Jf, .aoiiaua ana no building in Baltimore.. ,..y . !.f , some day or DJOTS. ' Some day, some day of days, treading the ' street" " - " r . , . With idle, heedless pace, ' ' Unloosing for such grace. - ''- I shall behold your face. ! Some day, some day ot days, may thus we meet.1 ' - - " t. -' . a Perchance the ' sun may shine from skies of . May, - ; Or winter's icy chill ! ! Touch lightly vale add hill; .What matter? I shall thrill , Through every vein with summer on that day. - ".. ( . . r i: : f - l y Once more life's perfect youth will all come back, -7 And for a moment there I shall stand fresh and fair, And drop the garment eare; Once more my perfect youth shall nothing . lack. I shut my eyes now. thinking how 'twill be, How, f aot to face, aoh soul 5 : Will slip its long control, Forget the dismal dole Of dreary rate's dark separating, sea. And glance to glance, and hand to hand in i greeting, The past, with all its fears. Its silence and its tears, Its lonely yearning years, Shall vanish in the moment of that meeting. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. THE MAJOR'S RUSE. BY HELEN FOBKEST GRAVES, HE fair feminine society of Port? ville was much ex ercised in mind when Major Trix on bought the great Brown House opposite the park. Year in and year out that house had stood vacant. Summer suns had woven their threads of light through the closed blinds ; winter snows had piled their white drifts against the thresh old. , Some said the house was damp, oth ers that it was haunted, yet others shrewdly surmised that it was in liti gation, and couldn't show a clean title. But nobody knew anything for cer tain, and when Major Trixon bought it, and an army of decorators, masons, painters and upholsters took possession of it, the interest and curiosity of Portville was at the culminating point. That the major was a , bachelor was very certain. 'That he was forty years old,' if not older, appeared an incon trovertible fact. That he was im mensely rich, rather eccentric, and de cidedly ;in want of a wife, everybody in town knew before the title-deeds of the big house had been twenty-four hours in the possession of the owner. , "Yes," the major had averred, seri ously, when, facetiously challenged on the subject by Mr. Miles Rideau, one of his most intimate friends, "I do want a wife. You may chaff about it as much as you please, but it don't1 alter the faot. But I want a wife, not a bundle of giggles and frizzes and Paris mill inery." , "I'll introduce you to our first young ladies," said Mr. Bideau, cheer fully, "and then you can pick and ohoose for yourself." v ' Major Trixon was silent. "A regular old bachelor," said Bi deau, to himself. "He'll never marry. He wants perfection, and there's no girl living that can come up to his standard." The ladies, as a matter of course, were much interested in the bluff, brown, elderly major. Miss Serena Silver, whose grandfather had been a commodore, and whose genealogical tree had more branohes than a star fish, picked out the last gray hair from her tresses, and plumed herself for conquest. "Hell want a lady of undisputable birth and position," she thought. Alice Wood, the pretty dressmaker's assistant, pinned on an extra blush rose as she tripped to and fro to her work past the windows of the Brown House. i . , "The old story of King Cophetua and the beggar maid is al way (repeat ing itself, " she thought. 'And - I'm not quite a beggar. " , While all the beauties in Portville brightened up their armor and pre pared to enter the lists. Mai or -Trixon went into society, and society was puzzled' to know .what to make of him. "Twelve shirts!" said Gertrude May, holding, up her hands in dis may. .- ' ' , .' . . "Twelve shirts I " echoed Mrs. Ijaeey, who was a pretty widow on promo tion. . - ' i; '..-H:j-- ; "But, my dears," said Mrs. "Hedge, the . mother of two dimpled, velvet eyed beauties, "you must be mis taken !" "We're not; .mamma,' said Bertha. "He really did say so, mumsey," declared Ida, " t "Yon see. Mrs. Hedge," explained Erminia Bruce, "he has founded a hospital or poorhouse . or something out West, and he wants a box'maae up to send to the poor people, there. And he has asked the young : ladies nere- abouts to contribute ? twelve shirts one each, don't yoU see?. " And , they must be made by their own hands. " ; "So ridiculous;" said Mrs. Hedge. ' VBut old bachelors always do have their; quips and cranks," said Mrs. Xiacev. comtilacentlv. ; as she remem bered a carment of the . late lamented Lacy's wardrobe which she promised herself to "do ud" arid pass on to the Western paupers as a piece of genuine aomestio manufacture. ' ', " 'Well, girls, you'll have to get out your work-boxes,'' said Mrs. Hedge. ' " was worsted-work, now," said xaeu . , ... ... ....... srr. Bertha. - - ;;. u - But shirts 1 .Who ever heard of shirts?"! said; Gertrude. "However, sWe must all try. A rich old bachelor is worth a few pinched fingers, eh, girls?". ' , . s But" Erminia Bruce, -who had no liking for ;; plain needlework, looked with disgust as the Wamsutta muslin, the card of buttons and the compact paper patterns on her table. - "I haven't time for itr" said she to herself, "if I practice that sonata for the Thursday evening's musical. I'll put it out, and the major will never know that I didn't make it myself. A shirt, indeedj Why, he'll be expect ing us to scrub floors and make soft soap next. The Brown House is very nice, but I mean to .be lady of it, with out any of this odious d rudgei y. " So Miss Bruce, who was tall, with a superb complexion, flashing black eyes and a figure like Diana's own, rolled up the obnoxious materials, and carried them to a little house around the corner, where a pale,' dove eyed ycung woman, no longer in her first youth, sat at her sewing. "Agatha," said Miss Bruce, curtly, "I want a shirt made. Very nicely, now. And . you must make it cheap ; do you hear?" Agatha Fontaine looked up wist fully, j "But, Erminia, said .she, "I am very much hurried just now. If you could wait a week " "Very well," said Miss Bruce, with a toss of her imperial head. "Then I'll take my material elsewhere. It's always the way with you suffering poor! If one takes you work, you won't do it, and then you come and tell us all sorts of stories about your privations. I But, mark my words, Agatha, if you refuse to oblige me now, I'll never employ you again! . Miss Fontaine sighed softly. Five years ago she ana , Jiirminia jsruoe had shared the same room in Madam de Froulignao's fashionable boarding school, and were inseparable friends. But poor Harmon Fontaine had failed in business, and recklessly drawn a razor across his throat, and here was Agatha toiling for her daily bread, no less than to support a delicate mother and a little brother - Trho was ailing with soinal complaint. . And Erminia had listened with a patronizing air to Agatha's humble request for work. ' - "I'll see what I can do for you," she had said, slipping the rich rings carelessly up and down her fingers. "But amateur needlework is never quite up to the mark. Bowever, if you will consider that in your charges " I will endeavor to work well and cheaply," said Agatha, meekly. And after she was gone Erminia laughed exultantly. "It's a regular stroke of good luck for us, mamma," said she. "Broken down gentry always work well, ahd at quarter prices !' t And so, when she turned coldly away upon this occasion, Agatha made haste to detain her. "Leave the work,' Erminia," said she. "It is true that I am very much hurried just at present, but you have been very kind to me, and I would not wittingly disoblige you." "It must be hand made," said Miss Bruce, unrolling her parcel, "and very neatly, mind, and I will pay you fifty cents." "Fifty cents !" echoed poor Agatha. "Our usual charge is " "I don't care anything about your usual charge!" said Erminia, impa tiently. "If you can't do it for fifty cents, you needn't do it at all." And she rustled out of the room, leaving a strong odor of "Bouquet de Caroline" behind her. "Isn't it strange?" said Agatha to herself, in a sort of sotto voce. "Isn't what strange?" said a pleas ant voice from the , adjoining room, where Major Trixon was sitting by Hal Fontaine's sick bed. "This is the third shirt I have had brought me to-day to make," said Agatha, "and all in a hurry. I shall have to sit up until midnight every night to finish them." , . "Indeed !" said Major Trixon. "One is from Miss Ida Hedge and i - - t- it : J one irom ner sisi&r jowuia, bwu Agatha; "and now Miss Bruce "Miss Bruce, ea r saia ne major. "Can't she make her own shirts, with out bringing them here?" . "I don't know!" sighed Agatha. "She was' the haughty young wo man, J. suppose, who was ugmuicmmg over you just now? Yes," acknowledged Agatna. "ssoz that she means to be unkind, but" "No, no Of course not I" said Major Trixon, drily. "Only that she treats you as if you Belonged to an in ferior race of .creatures.'; As he spoke he stooped over the bed and lifted the pillows, so as to alter the invalid's position. "Is that any easier, my little man?" said, he. 'And now that the doctor is here, I will leave you for awhile." "Indeed, sir," said poof Mrs. Fon-. taine, "you are very. kind!" "Kind?" he repeated, brusquely. 'Nothing of the sought. Kind? Ought we' not all to be ; kind to each other? And now good evening I" i 'So," .said he, "these are the shirts?" ... :- ; And with a delicate pencil he drew a tiny : cross in blue lead upon each one. . , ? . - ''These are what you call the neck bindings, aren't they ?" said he. "That mark will do no harmv See, it is so small that no one would , notice it but ourselves. ' I only want to identify these articles if I should ever see them again. 1 Good evening, Miss Agatha ! Mind you don't set too close at your needle.". . And the major : took hia.br own face and sturdy, tall figure out of the twi lit room. , . - I ' . The shirts came : to the Western packing-box in due time. Major Trix on eyed them critically. ftj'Olj old mother.; used to say," said Or Kensinsfton stitch, r siffhed "that well-mMde 'shirt was the criterion of a woman's ability to make a good wife. These shirts are disr graces to the Portville girls all ex cept three, and eaoh oneof the three is marked with a tiny blue cross on the inside of the neck binding." , ; , - And Major Trixon chuokled as he packed the shirts into the big wooden He met 'Miss Bruce on the favorite promenade an hour cr so subsequent ly. She smiled sweetly into .his face. I hope you were suited with the shirt, major," she .said, r, ; r . "It was beautifully -'made, he an swered. - ' ' A ;-'' ' 'I can assure you," she simpered, "that I worked most diligentlyupon it." ' ' ""' His dark eyes seemed for a minute to read her very soul. She blushed, and turned -her fac away. "Can he know,' she thought, "that I sent it to Miss Fontaine to be made ?" The velvet-eyed Hedge , twins were not far off; they advanced to meet him, with cherry, cheeks and plumed hats to match. " "Oh, Major Trixon," said they, "did ;you get. the shirts? And did you find out that we didn't make 'em at all? Mamma would be horrified if she knew that we told you.. But we couldn't get the gussets and the gores right, and we pricked our fingers and lost our tempers." "And so you sent them to Miss Fontaine, eh?" laughingly questioned the major. "How did you know?" said Ida, with wide-open eyes. "But don't tell, mamma," added Bertha. "Oh, I know a good many things," said the major, smiling. "And I as sure you that your secret is quite safe with me." j Agatha Fontaine was walking absent ly along, with her eyes fixed on the ground. She scarcely saw the major, nntil he paused in front of her ; then her cheek kindled into sudden fire. "Major Trixon !" she cried. "The very one I wanted to see." "Can I be of anv service, Miss Fontaine?" "The doctor's bill," she said, color ing. "It is so much rubre than we expected ; and and if you would lend us a little, Major Trixon, I Bhould be so glad to repay it in sewing." "I will lend you the money, Miss Fontaine," he said; "but as for sewing-" "Your housekeeper may find some thing for me to do," said she, wist fully. , i He turned. "Let me walk along by your side," said he. "Let me tell you, Miss Fontaine, how closely I have studied your character since first Bideau took me to your sick brother's bedside. Let me confess to you how dearly I have learned to love you how truly to respect your noble nature. I am a rough, brusque old fellow; I know, but I believe I could make you happy if you would but allow me to hope for your love." "But me?" cried she, breathlessly "me, who am but a poor sewing girl!" "I love you," he said, simply. , "I could do no more than that if you were a crowned queen. " So he married her, and the once poverty-stricken family live in the Brown House now, opposite the park, where hothouse flowers scent the rooms, and birds sing to amuse the crippled boy, while every luxury smooths his earlv. saddened path. And Miss Erminia Bruce never knew that her deceit about the special unit of the twelve shirts, which had fallen to her lot, was the straw which turned the current of Major Trixon's fancy. He liked .and admired her before; he could never do so again. And Agatha Fontaine was so good and innocent and true! And, above all things, a wife's nature must be true. At least so re asoned the major, and he was no mean judge of human nature. Saturday Night. A Nihilist Tragedy. Two years ago a Polish Count, who had joined a Nihilist club in Po land, was arrested by the Bussian au thorities and transported to the north- ernmost region of Siberia. , Here he was told to till a snowrCovered plot of ground or die, as seemed best to him. The Count, who had never done any other political wrorg than enrolling his name as a member of an illegal in stitution, decided to attempt to es cape, . and for a year he tramped through Siberia and Russia, liable at any moment to be shot on sight, until he reached a neutral country. It is the custom of the cottagers in Siberia to place a little food and drink out side their windows for fugitives, and also to leave their barns open for them to sleep in. These courtesies, offered at the risk of losing their lives, en abled the Count to keep body and soul together until he suooeeeded in escap ing, when he forthwith : started ' for London, where he and his wife have since been living reduced to great pov erty. The sufferings of that terrible journey exhausted his constitution, and he died recently, few knowing the great trials that the poort outlaw had endured. New York News. . . Celery Oil. ( This is a new industry which Ger many is endeavoring to foster. Dis tillers oi .essential foils have experi mented with the distilling ; of celery during the past season, producing a few pounds. It is distilled from the green leaves, possesses ' the powerful aromatic odor and taste of the plant; and may arouse considerable interest among manufacturers of concentrated soups and preserved meats and .vege tables, i It requires 100 ,. pounda green leaves to make one pound of oil. - If it proves feasible .to distill celery for flavoring purposes, why. not utilize ' other , herbs 4n the same manner ios like purposes? . . ".. XJtSTTSN' CTstea """wains through tht FaljJ H distantly Is hoard, . -7afto4 jl the summer gales,' -: IioveV wakening word. . Listen! from the mountains down ' Soft and shadowy the sound Falls that trump of sweet renowa . v IiOve, to earthly ground. Listen! how the sliver streams Make tho music of the sea! j Listen! so shall Love's mere dream Grow to majesty. E. Fitzgerald. !n To-Daj HUMOR OF THE DAY. "IH kiss you for my sister's sake." "Pray, don't forget yourself," she said. I straightway toofc ner at ner word. And kissed her for myself instead. "In battle musicians are always kept in the rear." .' "That's not fair. Many of them richly deserve killing. '-Chi cago Kecord. ' "I never destroy a receipted bill, do you?" said Bunting to Giley. "I don't think I every ; saw one, " replied Giley. Amusing Journal. ; . "Fine feathers do not make fine birds. Bat every narum-scaram Is not a prince; so heed my words: If youtve fine feathers, wear 'em. The burglar climbed over the office partition. "It is well to be on the safe side," he said.' Then he began .work on the vault.-Chicago Evening Post. " "I had always been an American' until I went around a curve in a cable car this morning." "What difference did that make ?" 'Then I became a Laplander." Life. After the Ball: First Sweet Thing "Jack says Miss Passee didn't look twenty last night." , Second Sweet Thing 'No. She looked thirty -five.' New York Tribune. Wiggles "Is that a good business college where your son is being edu cated?" Waggles "1 guess . so. They're very prompt about sending their bills." aomerville Journal. She "Yes. Iam deceived in her; I was misled by her protestations of friendship." He "What has she done?" She "Bouarht a cioak and hat just like mine. " Chicago Becord, Here's a motto that's as certain As that two pints make a quart : Time and tide will wait for io man. Little, big, or long or short. Philadelphia Item. You sav he is a remarkable man?" "Very." "In what way?" "He's the only scientist in the country who; m . m n . nas not made an important aisoovery relative to X rays." '-Chicago Evening1 Post. . " - - - - j-. Tom ''That man over there has been quite successful, I believe," Bob "Perhaps he takes a creat deal of interest . in his business." Tom Yes; he is a pawnbroker." Prince ton Tiger. i Old Maid "Is this the newspaper office?" Clerk "Yea. ma'am." Old Maid (blushincrly) "I see the Mayor has advertised for proposals, and I would like to advertise, too." Phila delphia Record. 7 "Clarence," she sighed, romantical ly, "do something true, somothing brave, something heroic to prove your love for me." "Well," he faltered, but cabnly, "I have offered to marry yon." New York Herald. Cashier "Don't think I ' can cash A -Li- J ti. i T A !. V . llXLUl UXCklll, III I HO. JL UUJLL It AUU VT JUU. Miss "Here, don t be silly; give me the money; who, cares if . you don't know me ? I don't know you either." Louisville Courier-Journal. Miss Newwoman "I will have to go to the city to-morrow, and make some purchases." Miss Strongmind "Can't you get what you want here ? ; Miss Newwoman "No, there isn't a gent's furnishing store m town." Life... "Mr. Insite,vgivethe class your idea of optimist and pessimist. "Yes, sir. An optimist . is a 'man who is nappy, wnen he , is miserable, and a pessimist is a man who is miserable when he's happy." Chicago Becord. Rivers "I'm in hard luok to-day. Got in a crowd and some thief ' took my pocketbook. " - Brooks "Shake, old man ! I've just been over to the court house paying a special assess ment for a new sewer." Chicago Tri bune..- - ' ; ; " . ; ' Art is Short : Julia "Louise showed me those beautiful landscapes. She said she had no trouble at all painting them." Mabel VNo, All she: had to do was to sign her name after her teacher finished theut. ' Brooklyn Jjlie. . v- '- -3 kr.; ;,- v- . Aunt Maria irid he ever say any thing which would ; lead One to think that he wished to make you his wife?" Phoebe Yes, indeed.; . Why . only to-day he said that nothing was si be coming to me as calico. "Boston" Transcript. -f - Parrott "Our friend, Dr. Lotion is becoming quite a fashionable phy sician." ; Wiggins "Yes, . indeed ; where a couple of guineas! worth, of medicine used to cure a case ' he noir prescribes a trip to the Riviera." - Perry Patettio (in the road) "W'y don't you go in? De doer's all ritrhtJ Don't you see himi waggin'vhis. tail?" Wayworn "Watson (at the gate). "Yes, an he's growlin at' the same time. V-I donrt know whioh end to believe."' Cincinnati iiaiquirer. . ; Kept Windows Clear of Frost Storekeepers were sceptical when assured a year ago that an electrical ian, &ept in constant motion in a show window, would prevent the formation of frost on the windows, thus render ing useless the elaborate displays of gwuH, wuica in ey were oxten at great expense, to .make, .. A inoiA ' r4ii proved that the device was . effective. and during the reoent cold weather ine iisue zans were noted buzzing in- duvtnousiv.m the Maa virfdAw. many Sixth avenues and Twenty-third Dwreei(ttu jsxoaaway stores.- amw Xorx Journal, V TT Drug Store, erryBros,, Wilkesboro, N. C. Keep on hand a full line of preiv Drags, Medicines, Oils, Painta. Varnishes and Everything koi a First-dass Drug Store. Frescriptions Carefully Store la the Old Steve Johnson Building, just opposite the Court ; House. ,. - ... Be Snre to Call and See I EL STALEY & CO.. DBALEB IN PATENT MEDICENES, TOBACCO, CIGARS, Cigarettes, Fancy and Toilet Soaps, etc,, 6tc. Prescriptions promptly and accur ately filled. Situated in the Brick Hotel Building. TOY & FEED STABLES, A C. WELLBORH, PROP. Situated on Main 8treet, eaat of thi Court House. Good hones aed new ve hides of all kinds reidy for the accom modation of the . traveling public. Horsei carefully ' fed and attended to. ; Gitl us a trial and see how we feed. A C. WELLB0EN, Wllkesboro, - North Carolina i . R; K HACKETT, Attorn eye at Law, "WILKESBORO, N. 0 Will practice in the State and Federal Courts, ' IOAAC C. WELLBORN, Attorn ey - at - Law, LIZxeoboro, 2NT. O. Will practice in all the court. Dealer in real estate. Prompt attention paid t collection of claims, t , T. B. ForuBT. n. L Gum. FINLEY & GREENE. Attorn by o- at - Law, V ; WILKESBORO, N. O. Will practice in all the court. Col lections a Bpecialty. Real estate sold ea Aoaunisaion.- . - i '. A Land Without Animals. Japan is a land without the domestic nnimals. It is this lack which strikes the. stranger so forcibly in looking up on Japanese landscapes. There are no cows me Japanese neitner. arma-a milk'; nor eats meat. There are but few horses, and these are imported mainly ,for the use of the foreigners. The freight cars in :'the city streets are pulled and pushed by codlies, and the pleasure j carriages 'are drawn by men. There are but few dogs, and tfiese 'are . neither used as watch dogs, beasts o burden nor in hunting, except by for eigners. , , ;: . . . . " ' There are - no sheep ' in Japan, anfl wool is n6t used' in clothing silk ana cotton be,ing the staples. There are no pigs-pork is ah unknown article of diet and lard is not used in. cooking. There are no goats or mule's, or donkeys. Wild animals there are, hdweyer, and in par ticular, bears, of enormous size. One or these, seen stuffed in a museum, is described as "big as an ox." Beside another; stuffed museum bear is pre served; in alcohol ;the mangled body of a child the bear had eaten just be fore being killed. .- ' War,1 of course, is acquainting the Japanese with the use of 'animals. The army has cavalry horses and others to drag the field guns. , The empress, also, In obvious imitation of European roy alties, is an; expert horsewoman and saddle horses are kept ' for her use. Farm, Field and Firesldel ; Again the New Woman. MAre yvm doing . anything with your camera now, Madge?" : ' r "xes, indeed; a burglar got into our room the other nlirht, and Nan held him while I took tos photograph W fiashlight."-Chi3ago Hecoxd, Comply V
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