,We saw the lapera burn
In the home so close to ours;
But however our hearts might yearn,
We oared not send our flowers.
"He will not understand." we said, '
"Our loving thought of his loved dead."
BEING TRIED FOR THE ELEVEN
- . . ;
'rsgglll BY LESLIE W. QUIRK. V
As "Tommy" Elake snapped open
the door and walked briskly into his
father's placo of business, the hands
of the big office clock pointed severely
to ten minutes after nine. But the
boy only smiled. He was late, of
course, but he could catch up with
the others in an hour. They always
plodded, while he fairly romped
through his work.
Old Dolan, who had been with his
father for twenty years, up and beck
oned. Blake hung up his hat and
:oat, flecked imaginary specks of dust
from his clothes, and went over to
"Well, daddy?" he said, with his
pleasant blue eyes twinkling at the
reproof that he knew was . coming.
. Dolan pointed accusingly at the
"You're late again, Tommy," he
"That's a fact." admitted Blake.
He laid his hand on the, old man's
shoulder and smiled. "But I can
make it up by working hard, can't
There was no resisting Tommy.
Dolan's face relaxed, and he nodded.
"That wasn't what I called you over
"here for, though," he said, wiping his
spectacles.-. "It wa3 this," holding
out a book the pages of which were
furrowed with straight, orderly lines
of figures. "You made the total
wrong again yesterday, Tommy. I
stayed to correct it last night."
Blake's eyes brightened. "Daddy,
you're my good angel!" he exclaimed.
"I will do better after this. I can,
"Yes," admitted Dolan, "you can,
The boy laughed good-naturedly,
in his frank way, and with another
promise, walked over to his own desk.
Dolan looked after him. with affec
tion in his eyes. ,
"Ha is a good boy, is Tommy," he
said to himself, "but he doesn't un
derstand. He thinks ho is almost in
dispensable, but he blunders so much
that I wish he could be made to
understand! If he were not in his
father's office, now, he might." And
,the gray-haired chief clerk turned
"wearily to his accounts.
Things had always run very
. smoothly for Tommy Blake. His
frank, boyish air of good-nature won
lim friends on every side, and their
ready praise had spoiled him just a
little. Lt college he had been im
Xmenseiyv popular as a football idol.
Now, for the first time, he had set
tled down to work. It was irksome,
and he felt a little aggrieved at being
put in such a position. As a result,
he did his work carelessly and in the
manner which seemed easiest.
It was early October, and the air
outside was crisp and bracing.
Blake"s head was achi'g by noon, and
he looked longingly at the throng on
the streets. He wanted to be outside,
too; he wanted to walk, to run, to
feel the play of his muscles.
He made up hi3 mind quickly, as he
always did, and his father readily
assented to his suggestion of a half
holiday. Ho determined to go to
. some athletic-field and -natch , the
Binny had told him to come up to
the ball park, where the local college
team practised, on any afternoon he
could spare the time, and he decided
to accept the invitation to-day.
lie had a wait of nearly an hour
"before the fellows came, and then
he discovered that Binny was not
with them. It really made no differ
ence, as the practice was not secret,
er.cept for the fact that he felt a
little lost among the group cf col
lege fellows on the side-lines.
The practice was hard. The coach
was driving the men as much as he
dared, in order to whip them into
shape for the season. The squad was
disappointingly sraall, and the lack
of material must be offset by science
and individual skill.
It was good to uee them run and
tackle and kick. Blake's impulsive
nature got the better of him, aud he
worked out into the field, crouching
when thebacks lined up, and spring
ing forward when they did.
Somebody touched him on the
Shoulder. Blake looked up into the
face of the coach.
"Ever play?" asked the man.
"Oh, yes!" said Blake. He said it
proudly, and the coach smiled de
risively. "High-school team, I suppose?" he
It was on the tip of Blake's tongue
to tell the man who he was. But he
hesitated, turning over and over in
his mind a plan. He had played in
high-school, of course, as well as on
the "varsity" team.
"Yes, sir," he said, meekly, in an
swer to the question.
"Then go over there and get into a
suit as quickly a3 you can!" ordered
The blood mounted to Blake's
cheeks at the brusque manner in
which the man spoke, but he said
nothing. If the coach took him for a
student, let him.v He would get into
the "togs" and shw him how the
game should be playe'l.
Tlfl r :it nn i l -
jtw ciii that hp
" Iff 'II
found In the
; this was
iikb uiu nines agaiu
O City! Thue you hide
The pity in every heart!
Those who are at our side
You sunder a world apart.
A little barrier buiHf of stone
And my neighbor grieves alone, alone,
lently, although Blako took care to
stride along with the lumbering gait
common to heavy-muscled athletes,
and ordered him in at left half-back
on the scrub, or second, team. The
substitutes looked at him hopefully.
Ten minutes of sharp signal prac
tice sufficed to put him in touch with
the simpler plays, and ha was glad
when the coach lined up the two
teams in the middle of the field. Now
he would show them what he could
The varsity team had the ball. The
quarter-back's sharp eyes passed rap
idly over the eleven players on the
other team, and he gave the signals
with queer, jerky intonations.
Suddenly the ball was snapped.
The whole team seemed to work on a
pivot. It was an end run, timed to a
second, and seemingly almost im
pregnable in its interference. Blake
only smiled. He knew a trick thai
would stop 'it, should the little end
miss the man.
The end was caught by the first
man in the interference, and sent
whirling far out Into the field. Blake
set his teetti, still smiling with his
lip, and dived for the runner.
Something somebody caueht his
shoulder with a terrible force, and he
turned over and over. Two players
fell with him. After they had gut
up, he lay a moment, dazed and won
dering. "Get up there!" ordered the coach.
"Don't be a baby! You made a fool
of yourself in that play. Get up, I
Blake jumped to his feet. He was
fairly crazed with anger, but down in
his heart he realized that the man
was only speaking the truth.. The
smile was gone now, and his chin was
"I'll make good on ther.ext play,"
he said to himself. "I'll show him!"
He watched the quarter-back, and
decided the play was to go through
the line. He heard the signals come
in quick, sharp tones, and saw the
hands of the quarter-hack open sud
The ball was passed to a half-Dnck.
who lowered his head and plunged
forward, with a quick intuition of
the weak spot in the line.
Blake's big shoulders were back
ing the man at tackle on the instant.
He dug his cleated shoes into the soft
dirt, and pushed with all the power
of his great body, pushed until the
blood was making his face burn.
But the great mass moved him
back and back and back. There was
no stopping the play. It looked like
a touch-down to Blake, and only the
quick action of the scrub full-back in
falling just in front of the mass, and
plunging it to the ground over him,
prevented the scoring.
Blake scrambled out of the scrim
mage, and stood waiting for the oth
ers to get to their feet.
"Afraid, eh?" sneered a voice in
his ear. "Did you think you could
push tho wohle team back? Why
didn't you get down in front of them
away back there, as Eilkens did?
Afraid, I suppose?"
Blake whirled angrily on the coach.
The man stood staring at him with
curling lip, and somehow the rage in
the boy's heart vanished. He wiped
his steaming face with the sleeve of
"Not afraid!" he declared, shortly.
and went back to his position.
Three more plays came straight in
to Blake's arms, and three limes the
coach looked at him derisively, and
"First down! Fivo yards to gain! "
Then the man gave the "scrubs"
the ball, and took the quarter-back
to one side and whispered instruc
tions as to the play.
Elake found his place, and leaned
forward expectantly. There was a
moment's wait while the coach
showed the left guard how to brace
his knee back , of the center rush,
and Blake looked over at the op
posing half and grinned.
Willy Lamb was one of those fellows that everybody liked,
remarking that "he does not amount to anything."
When he had a bargain to make he would say, "Oh, what
ever you think is fair," and he was quite content to give faith
ful service for the salary that "Root and Driver" saw fit to
pay. He would give what he could to anyone who asked him.
An elderly termagant had seized upon him and married him by
force, in order to improve her social condition.
Willy fell ill, and being poor, went to the hospital, where
they experiment on people. The doctors decided that he
needed blood, and as he could never afford to buy human blood,
even at the present bargain prices, they looked about for the
animal nearest like man to transfer its blood to him. Of course
they chos3 a hog: hairless, tailless, omnivorous; the operation
was successful, notwithstanding which, Lamb recovered.
Eut a great change had come over him. He knew so much
of the methods of the firm that he Insisted on being admitted a3
a member as the price of hl3 silence. Then he began to writo
his name W. C. Lamb and to cut off all his charities. He drove
hard bargains with the men who had once thought him
legitimate prey. Then he grabbed a little cross-town railroad,
capitalized it at ten times its cost and sold it to the Combine.
The Combine had to take him in.
At the same time he put hi3 wife on a short allowance.
The newspapers gossiped about his personal affairs and pointed
to him as a model for the young. His name began to appear
on boards of directors. In short he grew rich, respected and
influential, and men said, "It was in Lamb's blood to succeed."
Bolton Hall, in Puck.
uveep your eye on the balls" com
manded the coach, shortly. "You
told me you had played the game."
There was a sneer In the words
that rankled in Blake's heart, but he
swallowed hard and said nothing.
"Four two three seven!"
called the little quarter.
It was the signal for an end run
by Blake. He gritted his teeth and
waited, watching with fascinated eyes
the dirty leather that quivered in the
hands of the center rush.
The quarter-back signalled for tho
ball, caught it deftly in his two palms,
a3d swung round. Blake's start was
a little slow, and before he was fairly
under way the line had parted, and
he had been tackled for a loss.
The coach yanked off the players
on the top of him, and set the boy on
his feet. Ho looked at him silently
for a moment, and Blake's cheeks
colored. He knew the fault was his.
"Four two three seven!"
called the quarter, at a nod from the
coach. Blake knew he could have
varied the numbers in such a way as
to confuse the other team, and still
have the same play. He understood
that the coaeh was handicapping him
in every way possible. He gritted
his teeth and waited.
This time he sprang forward at the
instant the ball was off the ground,
and vas scurrying away and almost
skirting the end before ths varsity
could fathom the play. With his
heart beating exultingly, he ran with
all his might. One by one the inter
ference vanished as tackier appeared,
until he found himself running alone.
Between him and the goal was only
a single player. At last he would
make a touch-down and prove his
ability tc the coach.
With a sudden plunge, the tackier
dived and caught him just above the
knees. Blake had not expected him
to come with Buch terrific force, and
the shock took him off his balance.
He wavered a moment, and instinct
ively threw up his hands as he fell.
The ball slipped to the ground,
bounced slightly and rolled away.
One of the varsity men snatched It
up, and charged back up the field,
dodging, squirming, sprinting desper
ately through the few who were in
his path, until he found a clear field,
and planted the ball behind the goal
line, squarely between the two white
Blake wiped the sleeve of his jer
sey across his face, and waited for the
kick-off. Down in his heart an ad
mission was growing. He was be
ginning to fear that these player3
were his superiors!
He missed the ball on the kick-off,
and although one of the scrubs re
covered it, he knew the error wa3
unpardonable. The coach sneered
With clenched fists he waited for
the first play. The quarter-back gave
the signal, and he took the ball and
plunged against the opposing line.
It was of no use. He was battered
back in spite of his best endeavors.
Worst of all, he began to see that
it was not muscle and weight that was
overpowering him, but better foot
ball. He was being beaten because
he could not play as the other3 did
he who had been the star of a cham
pionship team at another college!
How the next ten minutes passed
he could not have told himself. Sore,
aching in every limb, angry, disap
pointed, he played with a desperate
energy and eagerness that almost
Blake was almost Insane with the
desire to do something, with the
knowledge that he was playing like
a man who had never seen a football
before, instead of like one who had
crossed the checker-board squares
scores of times with the ball under
his arm and a whole team in pursuit.
But always now there were arms
clinging about his legs, or hands pull
ing savagely at him, or padded figures
lying flat in his path to trip him.
At last, tired and thoroughly dis
couraged, his vision cleared, and he
admitted defeat. He was not the
player he had been, not the wonder
that he had thought himself. With
the lesson came a little relief. There
was consolation in knowing that he
was doing his best, even if his best
was not equal to the best of the oth
When the coach ordered the play
ers to stop practice and run in, he
took Blake to one side.
"I don't want you to think I am
using you any differently from the
others," he apologized. "You needed
the grueling. I have been working
you hard, and making you do it from
sheer desperation, because you look
promising. You play like a novice,
but you know the game; I can see
that. The trouble is, you think you
understand ., everything, and won't
learn. As soon as you get that Idea
out of your head you'll do. Under
stand?" Blake nodded. He had meant to
save this moment for the final revela
tion of his identity. Now he had no
desire to explain who he was. He
looked at the coach soberly.
"You're right," he said, smiling in
spite of a cut lip. "I've been a fool,
I'm afraid, in more ways than one.
That practice has opened my eyes."
The coach extended his hand. He
was thinking only of football.
"Good for you!" he said. "Good
for you ! "
Down at the office the next morn
ing Dolan looked up in surprise as
the door clicked shut after his em
ployer's son. It still lacked ten min
utes of the time to unlock the safe.
Blake came over to the old man,
and held out his hand. Dolan took it,
staring oddly at the scratches on the
boy's face. Eefore he could speak,
Blake was smiling at him, and say
"I'm going to turn over a new leaf,
daddy, and be worth something. I've
been wasting my opportunities here
and Imposing on all of you. Eut it's
been because I didn't quite under
stand. Now. I'm going to get down to
work, real, honest, hard work!"
Dolan clung to the hand he held.
I don't pretend to know how it has
all come about," he said, in his gentle
way, "but you do understand, Tommy,
and I'm glad, mighty glad!" From
A noted Belgian bacteriologist, Dr.
Leon Bertrand, claims that he has
discovered a much more powerful
serum as a cure for pneumonia than
that now in use. It is bactericidal,
not an antitoxic agent.
A fly so minute as to be almost In
visible ran three inches in half a
second, and was calculated to make
no less than 540 steps in the time a
man could breathe once. A man with
proportionate agility could run
twenty-four miles in a minute.
Hatpins made from real rosebuds,
by subjecting them to an electro
bath which deposits metal on the
bud, preserving it with all its deli
cate veining and tracery perfect, is
a novelty described by Popular Me
chanics. ' Gold, silver and copper are
the metals used.
Experiments conducted by dock
officials in London prove that a rat
consumes daily a half penny's worth
of food. One of the officials who has
been superintending the operations
of the docks says that from the re
ports he has received from various
towns and villages he estimates that
the rats In England number at least
20,000,000. "At a half penny a day
the rats' daily food bill, therefore.
amounts to over 40,000. Yearly,
on a similar estimate, some 15
000,000. . ; :
Curious among vegetable growths
is the rootless cactus of the Califor
nia desert. Thi3 plant, a round, com
pact growth, roll3 about the level
floor of the desert for some eight or
nine months of the year, tossed hith
er and yon by the winds which blow
with fierceness over all of Califor
nia's sand plat during those months.
At the coming of the rains, or, rath
er, the cloudbursts, which sweep the
desert in it3 springtime, this cac
tus takes root, wherever it happens
to have been dropped by the last
wind of which it was the plaything
and immediately begins to put out all
around it small shoots, which, in
turn, become cacti, exactly like the
For a long time inventors and
manufacturers have been endeavor
ing to utilize paper for the manu
facture of garments. Now a Saxony
concern has apparently achieved a
considerable success in this endeavor.
Almost every one la aware of the
increase of warmth possible by simp
ly buttoning a newspaper inside of
the coat, and paper vests have had
a considerable sale. The objection to
paper in its natural state, however,
is that it is said that it rustles and
that it cannot, of course, be washed.
The Saxon firm has devised a
method of spinning narrow strips of
cotton and paper into a fabric, and
paper and wood are also combined,
either making serviceable suits, jack
ets and shirts. Xylolin, as the new
fabric is called, is cream-colored, may
be washed repeatedly without injury
and is being sold at a very low price.
A sufficient quantity of the goods to
make a suit may be had for from two
to three dollars.
' Poison to Your Business.
When confronted with a price
cutter's bid in the hands of a custom
er who is willing to use it as a
club to beat down your established
price, you sometimes, "just to hold
a good customer," take the order at
a loss, which is like so much poison
to your business system. Now, let
us ask if you think more poison a
good antidote for poison; and if you
expect to make profits and build up
or maintain a business by losing
money to hold customers? Keystone
UNCLfi SAM TAKES TO AVIATION.
The National Birds Ail Ha" We Have a Rival!
AMERICA HAS PLENTY OF MONEY
Treasury Vaults at Washington, D. C, Are Too Small to Hold
Washington, D. C. Uncle Sam, en
riched $500,000,000 by the provisions
of the Aldrich-Vreeland currency bill,
now has so much money on hand that
he cannot wait for the construction of
new vaults in the Treasury Building,
but has rented rooms in a storage
building and placed relays of guards
on the inside and outside. This vast
amount of money may never be used,
but so large a sum is necessary to
supply the 6824 national banking in
stitutions in the United States in case
of a financial stringency.
Deputy Treasurer Bentz reported
that the available cash reserve in the
Treasury was $190,000,000, the high
est figure it has reached this year.
He is of the opinion that the possi
bility of a stringency this year is over,
VILAS PLANS A $30,000,000 GIFT
Leaves Estate in Trust to Multiply For Wisconsin University.
Madison, Wis. An eventual en
dowment of $30,000,000 for the Wis
consin University is provided for in
the will of Colonel William F. Vilas,
former member of the Cleveland Cab
inet and United States Senator, who
died here recently.
The will was filed for probate and
provides that the estate, valued at
from $2,000,000 to $3,000,000, be
placed in the hands of four trustees
to be held in trust as long as Mrs.
Vilas shall live. During her life she
is to receive the net income from the
estate, and upon her death the entire
property is to be turned over to the
university, subject only to a charge
of $30,000 a year to his daughter,
Mrs. L. M. Hanks, and some minor
charges. The bequest to Mrs. Hanks
THE WARSHIP OF THE FUTURE. '
VredSCUon of an Engineer of tlie CleoTojirlcal Survey lie Helievcs
tias Enciue!) Will ne installed in Xavat Vessel? In the Next
Few Years, Which Will' Wake Tliem Smokeless,
Noiseless Craft and Reduce Coal Hill.
Washington, D. C. The war vessel
of the future will be a swift, smoke
less, noiseless craft, lying low in the
water, with every vulnerable part be
low the water line, the entire deck
being for the work of the guns. There
will be no smoke, because there will
be no smokestacks. In the night
time there will be nothing to betray
the presence of this invincible fight
ing demon to the enemy.
This prediction was made by Rob
ert Heywood Fernald, mechanical en
gineer, who has for several years
been connected with the fuel investi
gations of the United States Geologi
cal Survey. Mr. Fernald believes
that the gas engine, or internal com
bustion motor, as it is called by engi
neers, will be installed in naval ves
sels of the United States within the
next few years.
"I exoect to see the United States
ahead of every other nation in this
Innovation," said Mr. Fernald. "Tne
gas engine, in my opinion, is feasible
on any vessel because of its economy
over the steam engine, but it is espe
cially desirable on the fighting ship
for the reason that it makes no
smoke. The gas is generated in a
producer which has no chimney and
needs none. Tne coal is turnea di
rectly into gas, which gees straight
to the engine.
"The elimination of the smoke is
sufficient to, call for the installation
of the gas engine, yet there are many
other features in its favor. The ves
sel would have a free deck for the
nlav of its big guns. There would be
no towering .stacks to be punctured
or destroyed, thus crippling the boat.
Then it would be unnecessary to
carry as muca coai, ior me same
power can be developed with one
third less than the steam engine
Dr. Vasscl Assures Moroc
cans of German Support.
Paris. A dispatch received here
from El Kasar says that Dr. Vassel,
the German Consul at Tangier, who
is on his way to Fez, convoked a num
ber of notables on his way and in
formed them that Mulai Kafid, who
had vanquished his brother, Abd-el-Aziz,
in the corslet for the Sultanate
of Morocco, could count upon the sup
port of Germany, and that Germany
would undertake tn assure the intsg
rlty of the ominrry aid help Mu'.ai
liana out vl bis Circuities.
and that the crops can be moved with
out the slightest difficulty. "Condi
tions are vastly different this year,
he said, "not only in New York, but
throughout the country. New York
bank3 have millions and millions of
surplus on hand, while a year ago
they were struggling with scarcely
the legal requirements. Money, in
stead of being in great demand at
high prices, is very easy on call at
from three-fourths to one per cent.
In the West the banks are all well
supplied with currency, and will be
able to do more than their usual
share toward moving the crops. From
every direction signs of increased
prosperity are seen. Small bills are
in great demand, which is always a
is to continue during her life time.
After the property is turned over to
the university one-half of the net in
come is to be expended until the prin
cipal with increment shall reach
$20,000,000; then one-fourth of net
income will be laid aside and added
to the principal until the property
shall reach the sum of $30,000,000.
when the entire income can be used
by the university as provided in the
will. The purpose of Colonel Vilas in
leaving his wealth to the university
in such a manner that it will even
tually create an enormous fund was
to accomplish a permanent source of
revenue for the advancement of
knowledge and place the university
in the foremost ranks of the great
educational institutions of the world.
uses. The gas producer and the gas
engine would take up less room and
weigh les3 than the same power
Scotch boiler and steam engine. The
vessel would have a radius of travel
far greater than at present.
"Of course I do not expect to see
the gas engine confined to the use ol
the navy. The fact that it shows,
such economics will compel its instal
lation in all sorts of vessels. One c(
the big items of expense to a modern
ocean liner is its coal bill. These
vessels will consume 10,000 ton3 ol
high grade coal on a round trip. With
the gas engine this could be reduced
to 6000 or 7000 tons, a saving ol
several thousand dollars.
"One of the big steamship compa
nies of the great lakes is about ta
take the initiative in this movement.
Plans have made for a freighter that
will use a 20 00 horse rower gas en
gine. This company is making the
eiperiment to test the economy of th
gas engine over the steam engine."
The United States Geological Sur
vey has been experimenting with tha
gas producer and gas eugins for ssv
oral years and has demonstrated that
this type of engine in a stationary
plant is capable of generat!?ig from
twic8 to three times as much powei
from a given amount cf coal as the
steam engine. It has also shown that
the gas engiue can develop more pow
er from a low grade coal.
The purpose of the Government hat
not been to develop the gas engine,
but to Increase the efficiency of the
coal supply of the country, which is
now being depleted. The Govern
ment spends 510,000,000 yearly foi
coal, and it was primarily to cat tb
best results from this expenditurt
that the investigations of the gas pro
ducer and gas engine was taken up.
Boy Gets Bubonic Plague
From Bite of Squirrel.
Los Angeles, Cal. A cas-e of bu
bonic plague has been discovered.
The patient la a boy named Mulhol
land and is convalescent. Thre$
weeks ago the lad found a sick squir
rel in the park and picked it up. Ths
squirrel bit Mulholland on the hand.
Sickness followed, and tha attending
j pnysiccn ciec;area it in ua uuuomv
I piaVae. Other physicians were called
' into consultation, aud disenv-ed that
squirrels in the v:ai are aUicted witb
! the disease.
The coach eyed hisV;at form si-