TATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT, MONDAY, JUNE 20, 1898. PREDICTS TRIUMPH WHAT CRISP, THE STATESMAN, SAYS OF THE AMERICAN IDEA. Sarcastes of the Men and How He Crisp's glorious "tomorrow" came in God's good time. Viewed in whatever light we may Crisp is as much a marvel among men, as is the country he loves a phe- IN FACE OF DEATH. I. speaks new news - newspapers. Power by Persistent Effort - Human - Among resurrected and Xergy Has Cheeked Those Conditions united people. Having forced a new in Italy that Caused the Decay of Spain as from the old scrap Iron of a petty warring orates, was inspired and. Introspection has preserved her (By Thomas Burke Grant.) "When Spain declared war against the United States there was one among the statesmen of Europe of whose fervent appreciation of America there cannot be the least doubt from the very nature of his utterance. That was Signer Crisp, the man who has checked those conditions in Italy that has caused the decay and degeneracy of Spain. Crisp said: "The present war is an epoch-making event in the march of human freedom; that the prophecy of De Toqueville is being realized and the institutions of America are revolu- from falling asunder again. What the nature of those services are can be gathered from the tribute paid Crisp recently by a member of the College of Cardinals." His (Crisp's) knowledge of our affairs excites the astonishment of all of us; it is like intuition. He knows us better than we know ourselves, and the black anarchy as well as the red." The spirit of the "black anarchy" has pursued Italy's Grand Old Man so relentlessly that Bismarck once jokingly observed to him "I have always believed that I was the most hated man in my time but perhaps I have been presumptions in this, to Americans there cannot be anything, essentially, new in this statement. Which is nevertheless gratifying. We know it is true in the present instance but the purblind story of Europe hardly cares yet to admit it. The agrarian noble of Germany who feels the sceptre of power passing from him to the ruins of the German people, wants to shut out our American produce. He for Your Excellency pushes me very hard." The pleasant prediction of a man whose prophetic observations give him unique authority may well buoy up all loyal Americans at such a crisis; and the great Italian statesman whose genius together with the smile of Queen Marg uerite are said "to be the two bonds that bind Italy together" SVmm na if n inirvm,rtniil t-I Vl n in America in this effort to keep a roof of Bea naTe no, a doubt by his, generous apon the Schloss. The stolid reader of the ponderous articles in the London Times may sneer at the Sunday paper, or at the sensational Journalism of America, but under the very shadow of St. Paul's these prevailing features of America, are making headway and encouraging remarks are destined to make him and his country many warm friends in the United States. Aad Titer Oared Her, Too. A physician has had an amusing experience. The other day a somewhat and are gradually converting into back distracted mother brought her daughter to see him. The Irl was suffering from what is known among many people as "general lowness"; there was nothing much the matter with her, but she was pale and listless, and did not "London." Even the sacred precincts of the peerage are being invaded, and the British duchesses, will soon have to form a combination in order to exclude tea nervy, bonne, mimetic American care about eating or doing anything. Can girl, who is never more charming than when she dashes down every midnight, scribed for her a glass of claret three hundred banners that snobbery and self-respect have fenced around fashionable exclusiveness. The Crisspl is right, we are for better or worse revolutionizing Europe, and power on earth can stop the process. To do so is our divinity. It was in order that we should do this that the all-wise Creator of the world placed us in the middle mother was somewhat deaf, but apparently heard all he said, and bore off her daughter, determined to carry out the prescription to the very letter. In ten days' time, they were back again, and the girl looked quite a different creature. She was rosy-cheeked, smiling, and the picture of health. The doctor congratulated himself. She has eaten carrots three times a day since we were here, and sometimes, whenever and once, and now look at her. The medical man was so overcome with laughter that, for some minutes, he could not explain the mistake. Snatched His Eyes. An Infirm old gentleman was found by a rogue moaning sadly for something lost. "What is the matter, sir?" said the fellow. "Oh, sir, a villain has just stolen my new white hat from my head, and run away with it!", "Why don't you run after him?" asked the rogue. "I can't run at all; I can hardly walk." "You can't," said the rogue; "and he stole your hat?" "Yes, he did, sir." "And you can't run?" "Not for a minute." "Nor catch him?" "No." "Then here goes for your wig," and accordingly, pulling off the thatch from his head, the fellow went off like a shot from a rifle, and the old gentleman was left as bald as a coot. With the civilization of Europe to the end, and that of the Orient to the West, our arms like those of Alexander extending into both. America, too, only to be true to herself and to the precepts of the fathers of the Republic. In order to bring the throne and crowns, and musty constitutions crumbling to her feet. It is greatly to Signer Crisp's credit that he has discovered and what is more that he has "tended to us so manifest a destiny." The circumstance clearly shows that the Italian statesman is keeping his observation eye in good order, and that he has thoroughly divined the "tread of events." And on the occasion of the first foreign war that the United States has had in eighty-six years, any such forecast cannot but be regarded as highly flattering to all Americans. It is particularly so from a man like Crispi, whose career is an inspiration and who takes high ranks, not so much as an Italian dictator, but a son of those men whose hearts were torches for freedom's quenchless fire. As a prophet Crispi has not only the rare distinction of being honored in his own country and in his own time but his prophetic forecasts have invariably been realized. Many years ago when Italy was under the joint control of Austria and France, when her internal divisions were a series of petty duchies like Parma, Modena and Tuscany, when the notorious Bomba was ruling at Naples, when Mazzini was a political pamphleteer starving at Tulkam Road in London and Gari and was a guerrilla chief at Caprera; and when all that was rich and righteous and respectable in the world frowned upon the Italian patriots and their cause, this man who today predicts the proud destiny of America, then also forecasted a new and United Italy. He lived too to place the cap stone on a noble idea through Italy taking her place as an elector in the Great Triple Alliance. He has driven out the banditti and foiled every pest against the unity of his native country that was nursed by Pinoes at their leisure. When others were blind, Crispl was waywide awake and far seeing. When Mazzini was appealing to Charles Albert in the pathetic words, "Sire, unite us," Crispl saw that union was impossible without a rational spirit to sustain it. He therefore set about creating the national spirit by going from town to town as a tramp editor turning up with a paper in Milan, or in Malta, or Palermo; making a most scanty living as a writer or delivering a lecture on a political discourse to all within sound of his voice. The great world did not then as now heed what Crispl said, but Crispl's accuracy and judgment and unwavering self-confidence were then manifest features of the character of the man who was preaching the political regeneration of Italy at night and manufacturing bombs in the daytime. The wondering Italians, taught from youth to respect orthodoxy: whether in politics or religion asked him on some of these occasions, "Are you a follower of Mazzini?" He answered, "No." "Are you a Garlbaldian then?" "No more," was the reply. "What are you?" was the last despairing interrogatory of those spokesmen in the crowds who tried to find the lecturer. "I am Crispl," was the remarkable response. "But Crispl is nobody." they argued. "During the winter of 1803-64 it was the fortune of Gen. Cullea A. Battle, of Alabama, to be president of the court martial of the Army of Northern Virginia. One bleak December morning, while the snow covered the ground for the Queer. This was to its fondness. Their countenances were little more than the noise of the guns. Little more than the noise of the guns. COUSIN EVELYN; Centenaries of 1808. This is to be a year of centenaries. France will have three the centenary of James, the barber poet, who was born at Agen in 1798, and died in 1864; that of Auguste Comte, founder of the Poeitivist School, who died in 1857; and that of Jules Michelet, the famous historian, who was born on August 21st, 1798. There will be two centenary celebrities in Italy, in memory of the poet Leopold and of Savonarola. Besides the centenary celebration of the independence of the Canton, of Vaud, the Swiss will commemorate the fourth centenary of Hans Holbein, the great painter. On May 31st, Portugal will commemorate the fourth centenary of the explorer Vasco de Game. She Does Bet Creole. The German Empress has expressed herself against the proposed reform of women's clothing, saying that she is quite content with the present fashions, which are sensible and can be modeled according to everyone's taste. Her Majesty is one of the few Royal ladies who do not cycle. She considers it a very ungraceful sport for women, and the lady cyclists she has seen in Germany have not impressed her by their varied costumes. Spanish newspapers are queer things, even outside of their "news" about the United States, the Indians and what ground and the Sv-ind, howled around not, and their querem is due as much as to the public which they serve as to their own. The attendance at the session of court at Round inconceivable ignorance or willful die Oak Church. Case after case was honesty, or both, of the people who disposed of, and at length the case made them. A Sharbar Ship. The most singular ship in the world is the Polyphemus, of the British Navy. It is simply a long steel tube, deeply buried in the water, the deck rising only 4ft. above the sea. It carries no masts or sails, and is used as a ram and torpedo-boat. Rose leaves not only furnish us with the most delightful of perfumes, but are also medicinally employed as a tonic and astringent. Cloth Made from Wood. Cloth is now being successfully made from wood. Strips of fine-grained wood are boiled and crushed between rollers, and the filaments, having been carded into parallel lines, are spun into threads, from which cloth can be woven in the usual way. The Confederate States vs. Edward Cooper was called charge, desertion. It is said, for instance, that outside of the larger cities there is a large class of people who do not even know of the existence of the present crisis. To one of the young artillerymen arose from the prisoners' blench, and, in response to the question, "Guilty or not guilty answered, "Not guilty." The Judge Advocate was proceeding to open the prosecution when the Court, observing that the prisoner was unattended by counsel, interposed, and inquired of the "accused," "Who is your counsel?" He replied, "I have no counsel." Supposing that it was Cooper's purpose to represent himself before the Court, the Judge Advocate was instructed to proceed. Every charge and manners it might seem strange that Spanish newspapers did not lay the whole matter before the people, but there are some obstacles in the way of such a general campaign of education, in Spain. In the first place, it must be remembered that less than one-third and only a little more than one-fourth of the Spanish people can read or write. An educated Spaniard is not the rule, but the exception. A newspaper among a population more than two-thirds of which can neither read nor write is not and specification against the prisoner or uninfluenced. Even in the cafes, the offense was sustained. The prisoner was then told to introduce his witnesses. He is, indeed, a newspaper, having a circulation of less than 6,000 copies. Outside of Barcelona and Madrid, there are perhaps 600 papers published in Spain, and not half of these pretend to be newspapers. Indeed, out of all the 1,200 newspapers donated to your comrades and deserted, published in Spain, the scientific journals, and fashion. He answered: "There was a reason, but it will not avail me before a mill-like encouragement. Foreign news is replied: "I have no witnesses." As tonished at the calmness with which he seemed to be submitting to what he regarded as inevitable fate, Gen. Battle said to him: "Have you no defense, is it possible that you abandon "Gen. Battle then said: "Perhaps you are mistaken; you are charged with the highest crime known to military law, and it is your duty to make known the causes that influenced your actions." For the first time, Cooper's manly form trembled and his blue eyes swam in tears. Approaching the president of the court, he presented a letter, saying as he did so: "There, General, is what did it?" Gen. Battle opened the letter and in a moment his eyes filled with tears. It was passed from one to another of the court until all had seen it and those stern warriors who had passed with Stonewall Jackson through a hundred battles, wept like children. As soon as the president sufficiently recovered his self-possessed obtained chiefly from government officials. The whole kingdom of Spain does not receive as many foreign dispatches in a week as are sent to a single city in this country in a single day. The average Spanish editor does not see much use in paying for an interesting dispatch from abroad when the chances are about ten to one that when he gets the dispatch the press censor will not allow the paper to print it. All these facts must be borne in mind in considering the influences which go to make up public opinion in Spain. Unfortunately for the stability of the present Spanish government, clerical influences in Spain are rather with the Carlist pretender than with the young king. If Sagasta were able to lay before the Spanish people generally a true statement of the present condition of the world, the light of sunlight crept through the rose-briar shading the study window, and fell across the table where the rector's at writing. He moved aside a little, and finished the last sentence of his letter somewhat hurriedly. "I told Constance last night that her cousin Evelyn was coming. Her first remark was, 'How delightful to have a girl living here.' You may expect a demonstrative welcome! Constance is very impetuous. She sends you her love, and is longing to see you.' The rector smiled as he wrote, especially when, after a moment of deliberation, he affixed a postscript. Then he folded his letter, and put it into his breast pocket; with a good deal of care. "I must not let Constance question me about her cousin's too much," he thought, as he pushed open the French window and walked across the sunny lawn. "A little matter," he smiled, "will only add a charm to the coming of Evelyn Dudley." A tall girl was walking in the garden, reading and dreaming by turns, as she paced between the flowery of heavy white lilies which bordered the garden path on either side. She was Constance Dacre, the rector's orphan niece, and the acknowledged beauty of the neighborhood. The rector joined her. "What a glorious afternoon, my dear!" Constance closed her book, and took his arm. "If it wasn't so insufferably dull! This is such a lonely paradise!" But you will have Evelyn soon. "I don't forget what a joy it will be! I am nineteen, Uncle Gerard, and have never had a real companion of my own age yet!" "You will like Evelyn." "I am sure of it and a little smile of pleasure parted her lips. "It is strange to have heard nothing of her before! She is your own niece. Is she not?" "Yes; but my sister married a man whom we all detested, and went away to India with him. She never wrote to any of her family afterwards. I did not know of her death, or even then. If you have any doubt about her, I will tell you." Chicago. L. CUBAN HOSPITALS. What is it brain or brain? Do you clean dyspepsia, strength or do you use labor? Do you use the best labor you are undecided which? Powder St. Louis, New York, Beaton, Philadelphia. NOT AFRAID OF The Great Lace of the Insurgents is how a New Article. Care Only One or Two Doctors to a Division. Any man. Jersey- Olrl OoflaiUaAa' 8a-T-e.se Sal ma I. That HMo - Wsmes,... '" On account of the tactics employed by the Cuban forces, and the divisions made in them, together with the fact that small bands often operate alone, there is not a sufficient number of doctors properly to attend to the wounded. One doctor, and in some cases two, are assigned to an entire division. These doctors appoint assistants from the men in the ranks who, after a little instruction, are given a few bandages, cotton, carbolic acid, quinine, etc., and signed to the various regiments in the division. These men are expected to give the first aid to the wounded, and administer such medicines as they may have when they are required, but even then it often happens that they are not present when the men are wounded, and it is the boast of Miss Margaret Parnell Stewart, of Bordentown, N.J., that she never saw a horse she could not master. Innumerable stories are told of her miraculous cure, over which we often wonder how animals, of her hairbreadth escapes, and daring feats in the saddle. The equestrian fame reached the ears of the men. wealthy New Yorker who owns a thoroughbred which, because of numerous and vicious attacks on women and girls, had come to be known as the woman who had been a man. The woman had been a man enough with men, and boys, but always flew into a rage at the approach of them many miles on horseback, or in hammocks hung on a long pole, before their wounds are dressed. Owing to this delay, small wounds often prove very serious. After their wounds are attended to, they are taken, as soon as practicable, to one of the many small hospitals in the woods, where they are given every attention possible under the circumstances. These hospitals are nothing more or even than the existence of the prisoner. It was in these words: It would not take long to settle the Cuban question with peace and honor to both sides. Boston Advertiser. RULES FOR CAMP WEEPERS. For the Galdaaeo of Visitors Who Desires the Gleanings. On the flap of a tent of a company in one of the military camps near New York is pinned a card on which is written: TO VISITORS. G I am not afraid; not yet. We are not afraid; not yet. We know we are liable to be shot. We are liable to be sick. We might be sick if we stayed- at Dear ' Edward: I have always been proud of you; since your con nection , with the Confederate Army I have been prouder of you than ever before. I would not have you do anything wrong for the world; but before God, Edward, unless you come home we must die! Last night I was aroused by little Eddie's crying: "Oh, mamma, I'm so hungry!" And Lucy, Edward, your darling Lucy, she nev er complains, but grows thinner and thinner every day. And before God, Edward, unless you come ' we must die. Your Mary." vT,Vrnin2 to tbe prisoner, Gen. Bat tle asked: "What did you' do .when you received this letter?" He - re plied: : . ' "I made application for a furlough. and it was rejected; again I made ap- j home. plication, and it was rejected; a third j We are not dying to gat into the hos- j time I made application, and it was pltal. We may die after we get there. J rejected; and that night as I wandered Yes, if we have a chance we shall backward and forward in the camp, I shoot, , - ! thinking of ' my home, the wild eyes , Would we kill A Spaniard? Ask of Lucy looking up to me, with the I Dewey. ' " . - burning words of Mary sinking in We dont know whether. we shall be my brain, I was no longer the cocfed-: glad when it is all over. Most likely, erate soldier, but I was the father cf We are sorry we are going to leave Lucy and the husband of Mary, and our wives and our children and our I would have passed those lines if sweethearts. Every gun in the battery had been fired upon me. Please do not weep and make a scene. When I arrived home, Mary ran in camp. We went through that at the house. Besides, it unnerves the boys in the other tent. If you are our sweethearts, you know what to do, but be careful. The officer of the day may be a bachelor. We were never in the other war. If we had been, we wouldn't be in this one on account of our age, and for some other reasons. The tent leaks when there is rain. We have had some leaks. Yes, it is cold in here when it rains. Are we warm enough at night? Not as warm as we expect to be. We are fond of war pictures. Those that represent us as facing bursting shells, and walking over the mangled remains of our comrades and dead horses, and that have vultures in the air, are especially fascinating to a young soldier in camp. If you have tears to shed, please not let me meet you, and embraced me, and whispered: "Oh, Edward, I am so happy; I am so glad you got your furlough." She must have felt me shudder, for she turned as pale as death, and catching her breath at every word, she said: "Have you come without your furlough? O, Edward, go back! Go back! Let me and the children go down to the grave together; but, oh, for heaven's sake, save the honor of your name!" "And I am, here, gentlemen; not brought here by military power, but in obedience to the command of Mary, to abide the sentence of your court." Every officer of that court martial felt the force of the prisoner's words. Before them stood, in beatific vision, and a father's wrongs; but they had: "And is, Evelyn like her?" "Very much, Constance, do you remember my aversion to the form of catechism, even though I do happen to be a clergyman?" The rector's face was quizzical. Constance sighed. "I feel so dreadfully curious about her," she said apologetically. "So, I see. But in a week from today she will be here; then you can learn all you desire." The rector stooped to kiss his niece, then left her, and went into the village to post his letter. The day of Evelyn Dudley's expected arrival had "Owta." Constance, as the afternoon wore out, became excited, and hovered from room to room in a state at Indecision. Finally, she went up to the room she had prepared for her cousin. Constance sat on the end of the little white bed, and remembered all this with a smile. "Uncle Gerard said she would be shy at first, but I think my letter would dispel much of that. I hope she won't be disappointed." In the midst of the din, she went to the glass, and arranged the dainty ruffles at her throat. She turned from the glass suddenly, at the sound of the rector's laughing voice in the hall. "It's all right. Evelyn. We've come in quietly, and Constance hasn't heard us, but I know she is on the lookout somewhere." Constance rushed downstairs, and into the study. "Evelyn! She cried. But only a man was there. A dark, handsome man, who came forward looking a little shy, as the rector, with infinite gravity, introduced them suavely. "Constance, my dear, your cousin, Mr. Evelyn Dudley!" "But I'm awfully sorry for your disappointment; I am, really!" "Being sorry doesn't mend matters. It was, very cruel of Uncle Gerard and you, too. I expected. Evelyn would be a girl, naturally." The owner wrote to Stewart, asking her to see the woman hater, and she gladly accepted her services. When she arrived, the necessary to take was astonished to see a slight and not overrode, with wide blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and a real Irish complexion of roses and lilies. She looks far more like a dainty maid who might shriek with terror and run away from mouse than a girl who is absolutely devoid of physical fear. As a matter of fact, she is full of the pluck which characterized her grandfather. Couttodsa. Charles Stewart. The woman hater was in his stable when she arrived. The girl at once beds made by driving four forks into the ground, two at the head and two at the foot; a heavy stick is then laid in each of the forks, and thin sticks, laid lengthwise of the bed, rest on these. The frame is then covered with banana leaves, and, if it is possible cheerfully to him, the owner and the groom were terrified, but Miss Stewart showed not a sign of fear, though keeping a small riding whip constantly in the horse's sight. The woman, hard-to procure it, a sheet completes the bed, not look well pleased, but after a while, these hospitals are in charge of a praciticant, but under the general supervision of the doctor, who visits them as often as possible, and in some cases after a heavy engagement, a doctor of several doctors are assigned to them, and two took from the girl's hand a small apple and munched it comfortably. Meanwhile, Miss Stewart talked to him constantly, never letting him see the whip. By and by she put her arm around his neck and passed under and remained as long as their services are rendered by his head to the other side. The woman. Caused by the sudden and unexpected, which she calmly put on the horse, all the while talking pleasantly and keeping the whip in view. When the woman had seen that she was about to move, he showed signs of rebellion. Then, Miss Stewart, in a distinctly altered tone, shortly ordered him to stand still. To the amazement of observers, the horse obeyed at once. A moment later, Miss Stewart was in the saddle. Speaks pleasantly once more. She started him around the yard, riding him for perhaps ten minutes. Then she discovered. As soon as a new patient arrives, he is placed on a new bed, as the same bed is never used twice, and is given an attendant to do his cooking and attend to his wants. These hospitals are well supplied with bandages and medicine, and the prefect is required to keep them supplied with vegetables, sugar, milk, etc. The general in whose division they are furnished meat, and the country people bring chicken, eggs, and the little dainty they may have. As the wounds are mostly from Mauser balls, few amputations are necessary, and the patients mounted, led him into the stall, and. After taking on the same and one gave him another apple." As he ate it, she talked to him and petted him, winding up by giving him a lump of sugar. Then she walked out of the stall, followed by an appreciative woman from the animal, which until her arrival half an hour before would never allow a woman to approach him without endeavoring to attack her savagely. Chicago Chronicle. Recover rapidly; but when the wounds are from Remingtons with the ordinary lead ball, or the lead ball with a thin brass jacket (explosive ball), they often prove fatal, and if the patient recovers, the improvement is slow. Emory W. Penn, in Century. THAT LEGION OF HONOR. As Laalanis Is Not Worth. Harling (7b tose It Ess Bean Worn as a Field of Battle. Zola, it is reported, has been ordered to appear before the chancellerie of the Legion of Honor and show cause why he should not be divested of his decoration. Being a man of great simplicity, he may find it less circuitous to return it with thanks. He has no need of the toy. Given on the field of battle it was worth having. Nowadays it is a patent of mediocrity. Aurelien Scholl used to say that, like death, it was unavoidable. So far as Frenchmen are concerned it may be that he was right. Just prior to the incidents I. Faaeu- The happy lover A hint from To go, far away," Sanger. "I'm going far away and leave you now! Then her weary father's voice in fiery accents rang: "Well, you're mighty slow about it, how!" Cleveland Leader. Enraged by the great leader, Robert E. Lee, to tread the path of duty though the lightning flashed scorched the ground beneath their feet, and each in his turn pronounced the verdict, "Guilty." Fortunately for humanity, fortunately for the confederacy, the proceedings of the court were reviewed by the commanding General, and upon the record was written: "Headquarters A. N. V. The finding of the court approved. The prisoner is pardoned, and will report to his company. Washington Post where the shed is. Always glad to see you, N. Y. Sun. Feminine Tact. Hostess (at dinner) You own a very fine telescope, I understand, Mr. De Science: Guest: Yes, madam, I was fortunate enough to secure a most excellent instrument. Hostess: Are you interested in microscopes? Guest: No, madam, I never had one. Hostess: Marie, pass Mr. De Science the cheeser-N. Y. Weekly. The Way of It. He: I am ever to have my way about anything? She: Of course; you can have your way, when your way is the same as my way, but when our ways are different. And a mere man turned up! By which led to Sedan a review was... held. The pick of the army seemed before the emperor. To the blare of brass, the imperial guard marched up. They wore coats of crimson and helmets dazzling with gold. All, indeed, except a corporal. Through some mystery, unelucidated yet, there he was in an undress cap. A sergeant was the first to notice it, but already the parade had begun. "What do you mean by wearing that cap?" he muttered, "I'll report you. Thereupon he approached his superior. "Lieutenant," he hissed, "Corporal Soandso is here in a cap!" "In a cap!" "Give him ten days' arrest." And the lieutenant clattered up, to the captain. "Captain," he cried, "Corporal Soandso is here in a cap!" "The dickens you say. Reduce him to the ranks!" And the captain galloped up to the colonel, "Colonel," he shouted, "there is a non-commissioned officer back there in a cap!" "Thundering guns! Have him drummed out of the regiment!" And... "Are we very much interested in this matter?" inquired the European monarch. "Somewhat," replied the Minister. "That doesn't answer my question then I'll have my way, Boston Travel with sufficient accuracy. What I wish is whether I am sufficiently interested to warrant our offering any disinterested remarks." Washington Star, i. -. : o Bears the Blgaatue of ORXA. ' The Kind You Have Always Bought 5 been here three weeks, Constance, and I've never dared to sympathize . with you. You've looked such- daggers 'cat me!" " .- .' : ' "It serves you right!" j "Does it?" "Certainly. I thought I should have a' companion.' New, . you're going away soon, and .1 shall be as . lonely as before." ' "Will my going make any differ ence?" ... - ' "You're better than nobody" Evelyn Dudley looked down at the lovely, petulant girl he was swinging In the hammock. ' . ; "That's sweet of you." "When are you going, Evelyn?" There was something in the voice now that caused the man's heart to beat. He bent down suddenly, caress ingly. . ,. . . .'': "Not till you tell ne something that you once wrote that . you love me. Now!" ; '. He caught sight of her blushing, tell-tale face then laughed low at het struggle for freedom, as he held hei In his arms. "I Insist that yon make good all your protestations," he said. , And she had to obey him. I "What ! a truta?". "It Is a truth whisk is so true that It makes . everybody , tired." Chicago Seoord. , ... .. .. ... . . . , , LOADING A TBir-PpmrDlflll. Jones is not a military man, but every night he has to go through the tactics) of an artillery man just the same-N. Y; World. . - ' . ' "- ... Oovtr Old EayUad, . , One-twelfth of the people of England) the colonel dashed over to the marshal, suffer more or less frorngont. "Excellency, he gnashed, there is a soldier in the rear, in a cap!" "Very good. Have him shot." And the marshal wheeled to the tribune. "Sire," he began, "there is a man." But the emperor, occupied with matrimony, had distinguished himself, cut the arm, and turned away. Collier's Weekly. Signature of CASTORIA For Infants and Children. 