The Caney Chronicle from Caney, Kansas • 5

VENUS OF MILO. SISTER ROXY'S WORK. HE WILL 'DIE POOS. IT WAS A DOCS. A PECULIAR FISH.

fore we were engaged! Why, I didn't jjln Innocent Drummer, The Turbot's Ball and Socket Eyes Al of Black and Gold. Lying limp and Blimy on a flshmoni ger'i slab, or dry and Bandy In thi Dutch fishwives' baskets, the turbot is perhaps the least interesting fish-Bays the London Spectator. Whet swimming in an artificial sea or lylni on the sandy bottom it is the most at tractive of all the denizenrt of thli mock ocean, and whether at rest or motion has an air of vigilance, vivacitj and Intelligence greater than that oi any of the normally shaped Asa. Thli Is In part due to Its habits and In parf to the expression of the fiat fish's eye This, which 1b sunk and invisible In the dead fish, is raised on a kind of turret in the living turbot, or sole, and set there in a halt-revolving apparatus! working almost as independently as the "ball and socket" eyes of the chameleon. There is this difference, how-ever, In the eye of the lizard ana ol the fish the Iris of the chameleon li a mere pinhole at the top of the eyeball, which 1b thus absolutely withouf expression.

The turbot's or "butt's" eyes are black and gold and Intensely bright, with none of the fixed, staring stupid appearance of ordinary fishes' eyes. It lies upon the sand and! jerks its eyes independently Into position, to survey any part of the ground surface, and the water above or that on either side at any angle. It it had light rays to project from Its eyes in stead of to receive the effect would be precisely that made by the sudden shift ing of the jointed apparatus which casts the electric light from a war ship at any angle on to sea, sky or horizon. The turbots, though ready, graceful swimmers, moving in wave-like undulations across the water or dashing oft like a flash when so disposed, usually lie perfectly still upon tho bottom. They do not, like the dabs and flounders, cover themselves with sand, for they mimic the color of the ground with such absolute fidelity that except for the shining eye it is almost impossible to distinguish them.

It would appear that volition plays some part in this subtle conformity to environment, for one turbot, which is blind, has changed to a tint too light and not at all in harmony with that of the sand. I'ltcairn's Islan' Miss Rose Young of Pitcairn's Island, the author of two books telling the romantic story of that far off republic, has just arrived at San Francisco In order to submit to a surgical operation. She says the islanders now number 136, and they raise enough sweet potatoes to support themselves and supply passing vessels. They have a hand-mill and a windmill. They do some missionary work on the other islands and have at their service a schooner which was furnished by the Second Adventists, to whose church they belong.

Miss Young has been away from the island once before, which was for a few months when she was a child BITS OF KNOWLEDGE. i The earliest record of cavalry Is on the Assyrian monument of 1000 B. C. The volcanoes of Vesuvius and Etna are never both active at the same time. The number of persons to the square' mile In England Is placed at 480; in the United States at 17., Electric buttons on trolley cars, so that one can warn the conductor to stop without shouting at or poking him with an umbrella, have been introduced in Brooklyn.

The cries of sea birds, especially sea gulls, are very valuable as fog signals. The birds cluster on the cliffs and coasts, and their cries warn boatmen' that they are near the land. At Ambaston, in Derbyshire, there is a loaf of bread 600 years old. It was included in a grant of land from the crown in the reign of King John, and has remained in the Soar family, ever since. i The British Medical Journal says that the paper used In many brands of cigarettes made in England contains arsenic.

When arsenic is inhaled in small quantities it causes a chronic cough and other symptoms usually, associated with consumption. 1 Burmese humanity to animals goes so far as to provide buffaloes kept in stables with mosquito netting. The mosquitoes are as annoying to cattle as to human beings, but when left out of doors the buffalo can protect himself by rolling in the mud and letting It cake upon him. What Beems to he authentic news from Tientsin states that the tender of the Baldwin locomotive Works to furnish engines for the new railway from Tientsin to Pekin has been accepted against the competition of alt the other great engine builders of thf world. 1 1 GEMS OF THOUGHT.

This sorrow, which has cut down to the root, has come, not as a spoiling of your life, but as a preparation for It. George Eliot. Every man has some peculiar train of thought which he falls back upon when he is alone. This to a great degree molds the man. Dugald Stewart No quality will ever get a man more friends than a sincere admiration of the qualities of others.

It indicates generosity of nature, frankness, cordiality and cheerful recognition of mer- Ha Tt Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept In; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow Is a new day; begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your nonsense. This day Is all that la good and fair.

If? la too dear, with its hopes and Invitations, to waste a mo-sent on the yesterdays. Emerson. The difficulties of democracy are the opportunities of education. If our education be sound, if It due emphasis on Individual responsibility for social and political progress, if It counteracts the anarchistic tendencies that grow out of selfishness and greed, If It promote a patriotism that reaches further than militant jingoism and gunboats, then we may cease to have any doubts as to the perpetuity and in tegrity of our Institutions. Prof.

Nich olas Murray Butler Burled la aa Oak Coffln During tht Franco-Prussian War. Tho death of M. Henri Brest, whoso name was celebrated many years ago in connection with the statue of Venus, now one of the great treasures In the Louvre museum, brings to mind some interesting souvenirs connected with that statue, says an exchange. It was indeed M. Henri Brest who discovered the wonderful statue which had been unearthed by a peasant in the island of Milo and who bought it of hira for a mere song in 1820.

Ho soon sold it to M. de Marcellus, through whom it reached the Louvre. The wonderful statue remained undisturbed in the gallery of the Louvre, of which it was the principal ornament, till tho Franco-Prussian war, In 1870, when the means of preserving It against the possible pillage of the Germans caused great anxiety to the curators. Few Englishmen are probably aware that he Venus de Milo was on that occasion placed in an immense sort of padded oak coffln and buried mysteriously in a great trench made to receive it In the courtyard of the prefecture of police. This was done in the middle of the night, in the presence of very few witnesses.wlth the object of keeping the hiding place of the statue perfectly secret.

It was thought by the officials of the Louvre that the statue was in perfect safety there; but their anxiety for the fate of the treasure was revived, after the signature of peace, by the outbreak of the commune and the setting fire to the prefecture of police and to the Palais de Justice opposite. Fortunately, however, when that insurrection had been put down the curators of the Louvre on ouce more unearthing the statue, found it had suffered no deterioration. The inscription on the pedestal of the statue in the Louvre does not even mention the name of M. Henri Brest. It relates simply that it was bought by M.

de Marcellus for the Marquis de Rivlere.the French ambassador, who presented it to King Louis XVIII. In 1821. MANY YEARS OF PREDICTION. Joseph C. H.

Shhii, the Sage of White Water, a Feeble Old Man. Joseph C. H. Swan, "the sage of White Water" (Kansas), is in a feeble condition and his services to the farming communities of the west have not made him a rich man. Weather forecasting is not a profitable business and the old man is now traveling about the country selling his book for a living.

"Old Probs" Swan was born in Wayne county, where the city of Richmond now stands on July 3, 1821. He came to Kansas in 1875. Mr. Swan received little or no education, and that fact made a weather prophet of him. He began to make dally records of tho weather and finally discovered that it moved in cycles of twenty years.

The repetition of a severe frost in his twentyseven years of daily observation led him to go over his data, and to his surprise he learned that he was repeating or duplicating his past records. Making this discovery in Sep tember, 1863, the following January he wrote a brief forecast to cover the next four years. After coming to Kansas he wrote an article or two for the press and began to write for the Kansas far mer. His readers began to call for the publication of his predictions and in 1S80 he printed a volume of prognostications covering forty-six years. He claims that all his predictions have come true.

Between his weather reo ords and his experiments he is believed by many to be the best posted man as to farming now living. He does his forecasting from history, covering cen turies of the past addition to the proof of hia records. He has looked up statistics and meteorological reports as far back as can be found in America. He refused an appointment in the weather department some years ago, preferring to remain at his home here and be independent. He has an hon JOSEPH C.

H. SWAN. THE SAGE. ored record in the army and is a man noted for his scholarship as well as his moral life and character. The Cow and the Ring.

A gold ring that is supposed to have spent nearly two years in a cow's stomach was sent the other day to Its owner, a young lady of Homestead, Pa. Two years ago the young lady was visiting on a dairy farm near here, and while in the barn picked up a kit ten and tossed it in a pile of chop and bran. With the kitten went the gold ring from her finger, which could not be found, and was given up and finally forgotten. Several days ago Edward Jones, a Suterville butcher, bought a cow from Frank Hough, the dairyman, and when the cow was killed the ring, with the young lady's name engraved upon it, was found in its stomach. Why He Was Annoyed.

"Sometimes," remarked Methuselah to his favorite great-great-great-great-great-grandchild; "sometimes I wish 1 had died young; say, in my sixth or seventh century." "Why, grandpop?" "Well, it is peculiarly annoying to me to hear my Dinety-fourth wife say. as she does every day or two: 'You are certainly old enough to know Tit-Bits. Worth of a Curio. A lady who was looking about In a bric-a-brac shop with a view to purchasing something old noticed a quaint figure, the head and shoulders of which appeared above the counter. "What It that Japanese idol over there she Inquired.

The salesman replied In a subdued tone: "Worth about madam; It's the Know you ever oau i AAnflitAnnA mnrie her I ire reniuicu pretty blue eyes swim In tearful joy. i afniiml him fl flk i one pui uer nu his pardon, caressing even his coat collar. "My dear," sad he, looking Into her face with grave, but loving reproach, rlntlht "let this Be a warning, nnn uwm me again, no matter what appearunces i oiurnva lonk vou suuare- 1U a ue. i ly in the eyes and say, '1 am And she believed him. ARCTIC DISCOMFORTS.

Acrorillnjr to Dr. Nansen Tlilr.t the l.eaillng One. n- who has just returned from nil arctic iourney. says that the thirst induced by the irksome labor of sledge-hauling is the severest ais-onmtm-t tn the explorer, says an ex change. Though the polar world is covered with frozen water there is none fnr drinking nurpoBes save that which is thawed and on the march It is al most impossible to thaw it.

Other ex plorers complain bitterly of the ef fects of the wind and sun. it is wen known that a very low degree of cold can be borne without discomfort eo lone as lhe air is still, but the moment it gets into motion it strikes the skin MkB the hlast of a furnace. Its effects have often been described as precisely similar to those of a burn. The sun, when it is visible, Is hot, and peels and blisters the skin, making it in finitely more sensitive to the attack of the wind. Others, again, say that the warm, relaxiug damp of the polar summer, with all the diseases that it brings, is infinitely worse than the intense cold of winter; but, perhaps, after all, the greatest evil and miuery which confront the polar explorer spring from the fearful depression, mental and physical, of the long nights of 2,000 and 3,000 hours of gloom and semi-darkness.

Under its influence men seem to suffer like plants de prived of sunlight. A week or so will often completely change their characters, and the enforced idleness univer sal gloom and bitter cold combined re duce life to its lowest terms and make it so miserable that many have found refuge from It In insanity or suicide. ltiriiiiiiBhaiirH (ian-Lighting. In order to facilitate lighting iu courts, the corporation undertakes to treat such lamps as public, on the principle that a light is almost as valuable as a policeman. In 1S80 the number of court lamps was 4, consuming 60,000 cubic feet of gas, at an annual cost of 10; in 1834 the number of lamps had increased to 1784, burning more than 25,000,000 cubic feet, and the cost to 1,866 per annum.

Of the 160,000 houses in the district of supply, only 60,000 have meters, and of these not more than three-fourths are dwelling-houses. In England gas fixtures are individual property, furnished by the tenant, and removable when he goes into another house, the landlord supplying only the connection with the street mains. The department now encourages landlords to connect their houses, to supply tenants with fixtures, and to put in prepayment, or penny-in-the-slot, meters, like those in the artisans' houses belonging to the corporation, all to be covered by the gross cost of the gas furnished at a rate of 3s. 4d. per thousand.

"An Object Lesson in Municipal Government," by George F. Parker, in the November Century. Fortunes of Hip Old World. When reading of the large sums possessed by modern millionaires it is interesting to recall the notable fortunes of ancient days. Croesus, whose name has become a byword for excessive wealth, could certainly not have bought up a Vanderbilt; his whole fortune did not much exceed three millions.

A far greater sum was left by the famous and miserly Tiberius, who was worth 23,625,000 at his death, and it is said that his successor, Caligula, squandered this immense wealth within a year. Seneca had a tidy little portion of 3,500,000, which could hardly have been the case had bis philosophy been pure and unalloyed. Appins, discovering that his treasury contained only 80,000, committed suicide from fear of poverty; a single repast cost Lucullus 20,000, and at one of her banquets Cleopatra made Antony drink a pearl valued at 10,000. In extent of fortune certain living millionaires may beat the ancients, but in the matter of extravagance we think the balance is on the other side. Scraps.

No Chinese Concert-Garden In New York. There is one feature of New York amusements that is wholly unknown to the Chinaman, and that is the concert-garden. To congregate in a public place to drink intoxicating beverages, listen to censuous music, and watch vulgar displays of the human figure; to be waited upon by young women of more than questionable character; to take part in profane and obscene talk; all this is beneath the dignity of a Chinaman, and nowhere In the Chinese quarter, from beginning to end, can such a place be found. But they are found on the Bowery, and Germans, Irishmen, Italians, and Jews fill the places to the doors. "The Chinese of New York," by Helen F.

Clark, in the November Century. Joan of Arc's Devotion to the King. For her king, who so cowardly abandoned her, she retained a passionate worship. He was the personification of France; he was her banner. One day during the trial Guillaume Everard accused the king of France of heresy, whereat, trembling with indignation! Joan cried out "By my faith, sire, with all reverence due to you, I dare say and swear, under peril of my life, that he is the most Christian of all Christians, he who best loves the law and the church; he is not what you say." In such a cry we feel that she uttered all her heroic soul.

"The National Hero of France," by Maurice Boutet de Monvel, in the November Century. Somewhat Backward. Dukane The electoral college is a trifle slow, isn't It? 4 Gaswell What do you mean? Dukane-Jt holds its entrance examinations as late as the 3d of November, long after all the other colleges Lmura begun work. Pittsburg Chroni cle-Telegraph. Mr.

Hotley Vm Slightly Wrought Vp Ovvt the Fact. "Why, Hotley, is that a dog you have?" exclaimed Mrs, Hotley, as her husband, with Bhort breath, apoplectio facs, bulging eyes, disheveled wardrobe set teeth, kicked the front door open and yanked at a rope on the other end of which was a handsome Irish setter, stiffened out on all fours like a balking horse, according to the New York World, "Oh, no," replied Hotley, In broken jerks, "that's a peak-climbing, cliff-jumping, chasm-leaping, Rocky mountain sheep, that Is. Your fine sense of appreciation is simply overwhelming, Mrs. Hotley. Ever since we've been married you've been nagging at me twenty-four hours a day and seven days In the week, to buy you a dog.

When I bring you home the greatest bench-winner in the land, at the imminent risk of my life, you don't know whether it's a porcupine, a kangaroo or a dog. Get out of the way and give me room. Bring me the ax. I'll chop this unknown beast fine enough to save the eausage-grlnder all trouble." "But the poor dog is not to blame." "Not primarily, hut he's been thb chief instrument in carrying out your hellish plot. You've had your roaring farce-comedy at my expense.

Now comes the tragedy." "There you are at last, you wneip or Satan!" hissed Hotley. when he had sledded the dog through the door. Then the angry husband made a vicious kick at the brute, but went wide and came down in a confused heap after butting a hole through the hat-rack mirror. "Now, are you satisfied, madam? roared Hotley as he untied himself. "Look at me.

Both pant, legs flopping looee. Hat rim around my neck. One eye shut and the other closing. One coat-tail gone and the other at half-mast. Heel kicked off my shoe and me a running fountain of rivulets.

How do you like your work, woman? "See the crowd of grinning, hooting kids out there. For eighteen blocks I've been making a holy show of myself. Got whipped by two men because your dog ran between their legs and ripped them up. A third victim is getting out a warrant for me. Crowds lined the sidewalks and filled the windows to jeer at me.

"But I know when I have enough. When the doctor says I'm able to stir about again I'll leave you with your $50 dog and try to get a new start in the world." A COOL VICTIM. ltt-tircd HurBliir Tells or Iniuue In elilciit In His Life. "I think about the most curious man I ever met," said the retired burglar to the Boston Postman, "I met in a house in Eastern Connecticut, and I shouldn't know him either if I should ever meet him again, unless I should hear him speak. It was so dark where I met him that I never saw him at all.

1 had looked around the house downstairs and actually hasin't seen a thing worth carrying off, and it wasn't a bad-looking house on the outside, either. I got upstairs and groped about a little and finally turned into a room that was darker than Egypt. I hadn't gone more than three steps in this room when I heard a man say: 'Hello, says I. "'Who are said the man, "And I said yes, 1 did something in that line occasionally. 'Miserable business to be in, ain't said the man.

His voice came from a bed over in the corner of tho room and I knew he hadn't even set up. "And I said, 'Well, I dunno; I've got to support my family some 'Well, you've just wasted a night said the man. 'Didn't you see anything downstairs worth 'And I said no, I hadn't. 'Well, there's less says the man, and I then heard him turn over and settle down to go to sleep again. I'd like to have gone over there and kicked him.

But I didn't. It was getting late and I thought, all things considered, that I might just as well let him have his sleep out." TO BUY THE POPE A CITY. Constantinople, More Than Kolue, It l.lkclj to He I'liri'luised. It Is suggested that the Roman Catholics of Christendom shall subscribe $1,000,000,000 to buy Rome and a nearby seaport for the pope, says Harper's Weekly. The belief is expressed that the Italian government might sell the property without serious detriment to its political integrity and that, the money could be used to great advantage in relieving Itarty of part of the burden of her public debt.

It Is not proposed to turn over the principal to the vendors, but to place it in trust and to pay its annual proceeds into the Italian treasury as long as the pope remains undisturbed in the papal territory. The plan is a very pretty one and there are those who think the money might be raised, and that King Humbert's government would appreciate the advantages of such a bargain. But would Rome be the best purchase the pope could make with the money? Chicago would take him vastly cheaper and give him port privileges on Lake Michigan, but she could not engage to make him monarch of an American township at any price. But there is a Constantinople, an excellent city, where popes have lived before, full of ready-made churches, built by Christians, and nearly ripe now for consecration. Constantinople seems liable to come Into the market any day.

If the pope could buy it of the sultan that would be a deal worth subscribing to and worth turning a page of history to record. Just the Thing. "Prof. Scribbler told me all I needed to enable mo to become a novelist waE to engage In some work that would train the imagination for a while. Now what would you advise me to do?" "Why not apply for a position of making out a gas company's bills?" Washington Times.

Mexico has expended over In public improvements within the last fifteen years, besides meeting other obligations. HEAD OF THE POWER 80CIETY IN KENTUCKY. Peculiar Antics of Her Followers A Colored Woman and Her Twelve-Year-Old Hon Are Kloqueut How She Makes Converts. a ISTER" Roxy Turner, the recognized head of the Power society in Kentucy, is the only colored woman in the state holding a license to preach, The Power society Is a peculiar rell-glous sect, the members claiming to possess powers not enjoyed by the aver age Christian, says a correspondent of the New York Recorder. "Sister" Roxy is an unusually large woman, tipping the beam at 365 pounds, and stands six feet two inches In her stockings.

She beling the head of the society nossesaes all of tho powers, which include the nower to heal the sick', commune with the dead, and to place the converted on an equal- it) wun me apostles. Her church In Lexington is situated on the corner of tun, auu i.unsiuuiion streets, a small frame structure with a member ship of 120. Here "SiBter" Roxy preaches three times a week regularly and at intervals holds protracted meetings, which last sometimes three or four weeks. When these meetings are going on the white people, drawn by the weird and peculiar antics of the Powerltes, crowd the place and look on until the early hours of the morning. When a candidate is seeking the power constant watch is kept, and a dozen or so of the members prostrate themselves on their faces in prayer until relief comes to the candidate.

They often remain rostrate from twelve to twenty-four hours. Two years ago Roily, the 10-year-old son of "Sister" Roxy, was a candidate for the power. After praying over him tor a day and a night the little fellow arose, and said he had received the high power. The members of the church say he picked up a bible and read from it a text and from this text pleached a sermon such as would have been impossible for any one not possessing the power to have done. All Goodlowtown was excitement, The negroes rushed into the place and prostrated themselves near the Scores of them crowded around the boy shouting and on the following day every window, every lamp and every bench in the place was found to be broken to pieces.

At 4 o'clock In the morning the po lice Interfered and hauled a number of the Powerite3 off to the station house, where they were locked in the cells, Here they continued to pray, and the authorities grew much alarmed lest It bhould be necessary to have a number of them tried for insanity. They thought Rolly's getting the power was the second coming of Christ, and that the world would immediately come to an end. From that day until this Roily has continued to preach the power doc trine. He has grown fat and at the age of 12, he now weighs 130 pounds. He says he never went to school and does not know a letter of the alphabet, still he can read from the bible and hymn book.

"Sister" Roxy declares she could not read a line until she got the power five years ago and com-( menced to organized a church. At first she held prayer meetings in her house and the homes of her neighbors, but so fast did the colored people become converted under her that she was able two years ago to build a church. She has also organized branches of her. church in Cadentown, Warrentown, and Brucetown, suburbs of this city, besides Nicholasville, Winchester and Louisville. The county authorities here have been called on to settle a dispute between the Power-ites and methodists regarding the possession of a church in Cadentown.

The matter has been in Judge Bullock's court in different forms for a year past, the Methodists claiming that the Powerites damaged the church property in their peculiar demonstrations while receiving the power. As a healer, "Sister" Roxy is certainly a success. She showed your correspondent a letter yesterday from Mrs. Frank Fox, a highly respectable white woman living in Clay City. She is now hale and healthy, weighing 150 pounds and says her good health is due to the healing powers of "Sister" Roxy.

Relating the story, "Sister" Roxy said; "Lawd bless ye, honey! all youse got to do when yer sick is to b'lieve in de Lawd an' sen' Tor me. When I went to see Mrs. Fox she wuz a skeleton. She had been lying in her bed three months an' the doctors had give her up. I axed her if she had faith.

She said yes. I knelt down by her bed an' prayed, an' prayed, an' prayed, all the time holdin' her hands an' a-rub-bin' my other han' over the parts where she said the pain wuz the worst. Does you know dat woman 'rectly opened her eyes and said she wuz well an' wanted to git up. Her people didn't want her to git up, but I tole them to let her do as she pleased. "She got up, put on her clothes an' went to a nearby grocery store, where she weighed herself.

Law goodness! she was wuz a skeleton weighed only seventy-five pounds. She got de power, an' is now a leadln' believer In the Power society, an' I 'spek she will start a church at Clay City before long." "Sister" Roxy Is proud of her son, Roily, and says he is the youngest preacher In her church. She intends to give him charge of the Cadentown church next month. Tangled on the Proper Word. Foreigner (wishing a piece of tongue) "I will thsnk you, my dear madam, to pass me that language." Washington Times.

I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and un-breathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary slinks out of the race, when that immortal garland Is to be run for, not without dust and beat John Mlltor- LUMBARD, THE WHITE-HAIRED SINGER OF PATRIOTIC SONQS. Recently Made Illi Reappearance as CumpulRii HIiiRer Was Known in Every Regiment During tho Civil War A Friend of Lincoln's. ULES LUMBARD, the white haired patriarch of song, whose reappearance in tho west after long years of absence, has helped to send an old timo thrill of patriotism through the hearts of the people, is a character unique, Impressive and picturesque. Standing before audiences of thousands of men and women, as he has recently, he appears like an old champion to renew his call opatrlotlsm which he sounded forth before the civil war. Physically his proportions are gigantic.

He is over six feet in height, his shoulders are broad, he stands erect. His head is leonine, his hair white and hangs upon his shoulders, and his dark eyes flash like fire. Mr. Lumbard was born in York sixty-six years ago. He and his brother Frank came to Chicago several years before the civil war broke out.

Both were fine singers and were often seen in concerts and churches. Jules, a self educated man, fitted himself for the bar and began the practice of his profession. In the political campaign of 1860 the two brothers and two others organized a singing quartet and enlisted for Abraham Lincoln, singing in most of the states of the north. The Lumbards were personal friends of Lincoln and accompanied him in his senatorial campaign. The Influence of the quartet contributed in a high degree to the first national republican victory.

During the war Jules and Frank did splendid service JULES LUMBARD. for their country. About this time Dr. George F. Root, patriot, poet and composer, interpreted the emotions of the people In song, giving to the country "The Battle Cry of Freedom," "Just Before the Battle, Mother," "Rally 'Round the Flag," "Tramp, Tramp Tramp," the Lumbards singing them first in Chicago.

The brothers went to the camps of the soldiers and sang on the night before the battle, while the fight was going on and after the victory or defeat. The whole army knew the Lumbards and idolized them. At the close of the war they resumed life in Chicago, Frank engaging in mercantile pursuits until his death a few years go. A short time before the great fire Jules went to Omaha, where he has since resided, being agent of the Pennslyvania railroad. Mr.

Lumbard retains all the'fire, energy and splendid voice which made him so powerful 35 years ago. He is the gentlest of men, and so generous that he will probably die poor. Removing Ink from Fingers To the young women employed in the offices of large cities one of the most serious annoyances is the fact that from time to time their pretty fin gers become discolored by the ink used in their business. It will be of interest to these unfortunates to know that a number of chemicals may be employed to free their digits from the stain and put them in proper condition for the next party, but the use of these articles is inadvisable from the fact that they sometimes remove the skin along with the ink. A bit of pumice stone, smoothed and vigorously used on the flngel tips, will effectually cleanse them from any stain, without the danger of causing soreness, which frequently arises from the employment of chemical preparations.

Danger to Pearls. It is pretty generally understood by women who have achieved choice pearl rings that while clear, pure water does not injure the gem, soap and water will soon affect their luster and color, and in time will cause them to peel, or shed an outer coat. This crumbling, however, takes place even when the gems are most carefully treated, and when the tendency is noted the ring or brooch or necklace should be promptly taken, to a jeweler. The course of treatment often prescribed by that authority Is that of the rest cure. Put it aside in its box, carefully closed from light and air, and a few weeks, or possibly a month or two, of this lying fallow will often entirely restore the irlginal beauty and health of the gem.

The Opal Superstition. A Topeka man, who has always laughed at superstition and even made his engagement ring an opal one, has been gradually getting poorer all the time until a short time ago, when his wife he had married her since broke tho opal and threw the ring away. Since then his salary has been unexpectedly raised, his wife has secured three boarders, his widowed mother has secured her long desired pension and two of his heaviest creditors have died. Now he is picking up pins and carrying rabbits' feet and buckeyes. His Queer Collection.

A collection of 20,000 buttons, including specimens of those worn on all the uniforms In the world, has been left by a rich Englishman named Hamilton, who died recently In Vienna. He had also brought together 352 fans which had each belonged to beautiful women. He bade his wife a tearful good-by. "My love, my only one! The time will soon be hero when I shall be in a position to Bnap my fingers at fate and net up as my own boss. Then we shall have no more of these cruel partingH.

And you will be true to me?" "As I always am," she responded. "You did not forget to put that photo you had especially taken for me in my gripsack, did you?" "Ob, dear no! Are you sure you will look at it sometimes, love?" "You wicked little doubter; you know I should be wretched without at leant such a precious semblance of my pet to look at daily, nightly." Draw the veil of charity over his grief and the treachery of one in whom he had unbounded confidence. In brief, she, his only love, his pot, his wife, had secretly planned to make him "wretched." Sue had taken hat photograph lrom his gripsack and was gloating over his misery when he should discover that only memory remained to him, for the time being of his darling's looks. "The dear fellow, how he will scold me for the trick," she thought, "but I will send him the photo in the very first letter." Thus appeasing her conscience she waited for his first letter. It came from Chicago.

"My heart's delight," it began. "(Jot here 0. K. this a. m.

Have been wrestling with the trade all day, and a tough time I've had of it. Weary and fagged, I have retired to my room, shut the gilded atmosphere of sin that envelopes this terrible city and taken from my satchel your sweet picture. It is before me as I write. 1 shall kiss it when I have said my evening prayers. It rest under my It is my own solace until I hold you, my sweet wife, in these faithful arms again." Thus far had she read when she toppled over on the ffoor.

What comfort she found there is hard to say; but a great determination rose with the stricken wife, who went out an hour later and souglit a telegraph office. Her husband had been saying his prayers abroad that evening, and whi-n he got to his hotel about midnight his spiritual emotions received a rude shock by a telegram from his "only love." It was elaborate for a dispatch, but under the circumstances one could not expect the outraged wife to transmit her feelings by the slow mail. The dispatch read: "You are no longer the only drummer who is not a liar, as you have always claimed. Let the fraternity make you their chief in the art. Had you taken the pains even to look for the photo you say your prayers to, you would have discovered that I had to tease you removed it.

My faith in vou is dead, dead!" The husband clutched his hair. "What the devil did I write to her, anyway?" he muttered. After awhile his face cleared. "By Jove! I must have been piling on taffy. That's what a man gets for trying to make a woman feel good! WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? Poor little dear, what a fume she must be in! Lucky for me she gave her grievance away.

What geese woman are! Bless her little noodle, her faith shall be resurrected." Forthwith he telegraphed to a knowing friend: "Send me, first mail, photo of my wife. Beg, borrow, steal it somehow. Mum's the word. Will write particulars." About a week later a drummer, In dignified martyrdom, stood face to face with a stern, but- very wept -out wife. She expected to see him meek and humble but he gazed upon her with scorn, and then passed into his room in crushing silence.

She was amazed. With quick Impulse Bhe followed, thanking heaven he had not locked her out. "Well!" she began, with wavering courage. "What have you to say for yourself?" Coldly, cruelly, he looked at her. he queried.

"Yes, you." "Woman, if it were not for Lhe overmastering love I bear you, I should never, never look upon you more!" His face was convulsed with tragic Buffering that was balm to her heart to witness, but she only sneered. "Can you explain the deception you tried to practice on me?" "Can ypu obliterate the Insult put upon ytfur husband in that unwomanly dispatch? A woman with so littlo confidence in her husband had better live alone. For my part I am not only disgusted, but disenchanted." turned sorrowfully away and bowed his face in his hands. Sh approached hira and laid the letter which had caused her such grief, right under Ills eyes. "Read that.

Knowing you had no picture of mine, what was I to think?" "What any intelligent, rightminded wife should have thought; you would have said to yourself: 'He is incapable of detelt; he has my picture anyhow "Btt you did mt have it." He looked at i 'li said, resigned "Oh. woman! wlw atom of faith!" Then he pot- Sand In kit pocket, and produced tni iidotgrapn. "Oh! Darling! Forgive You hd picture, The old tqlt Yen be 1L.