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began work on our division the boys called him 'the Quaker.' Now he is known as 'the emergency man.' Whenever we have a gilt-edge piece of running to do under hard circumstances we call on him. He has never failed me. I believe his ca. pability is a direct result of his good habits and a correct philosophy of life.” -The Ram's Horn.

Etbel and the Cactus.

tendent. "He knows exactly what he has to do. We are on a gradual grade now, where the track has been washed by the recent overflow; we will soon be across

When 1206 was fairly across the weak stretch of track it jumped like a racehorse. It was the first jar felt during the trip on the eastern division. The section of firmly ballasted track was covered with the speed of a hurricane and the train shot out on to the bridge without diminution of velocity. The tangent from the bridge was followed by some curves winding around the bottom hills and then the heavy fog of the city turned the day into night again. The officials looked at their watches.

“There's only one way he can make it," said Hartwell. “Do you think there will be much travel in North St. Louis this early?"

"Of course there will be some,” returned the superintendent, “but they will open the bell-valve and take the chances.”

Along the winding, wiggling track, around the lumber yards, machine shops, glue works and factories the fearful speed of the limited was maintained with deathlike tenacity. At one crossing a team escaped annihilation by almost the width of a hair. The driver did some vicious talking and a policeman who was standing on a saloon_corner wrote something in a book. With the rush of a whirlwind the limited ascended the elevated road along the levee front, started a thousand echoes in the windowless warehouses, clattered past the foul-smelling tenements, where the week's wash was spread out to dry and gather soot, and then took one strand of the spider's web to the south of Union station, followed it to where a blue-capped mau stood by a switch target and then backed into the dark station.

Gentlemen," said the superintendent, calmly, as the party arose; “our time here is 7:05; it is now 7:03.”

Hartwell said nothing but pulled out a check book and wrote something rapidly. Then he tore off the slip and handed it to the superintendent.

"Here's a check for $200," he said tersely. “Give it to your engineer with my compliments."

"It is no use, Mr. Hartwell,” said the sa perintendent; "he won't take it."

“Won't take it?" said the president, in some surprise.

“No, he won't. You see, Felix is a curious sort of fellow. When I got your message I knew he was the only man we had at the division who could turn the trick for you. He won't accept a favor from anybody. He don't drink or use tobacco in any way; I've never heard him utter an oath or an untruth. When he

BY MARY RUTTER. One afternoon old Mrs. Smith called and brought her a present of a cactus in a pot. It was the very queerest plant that Ethel had ever seen, nothing but a fat, green stalk with fuzz and prickers all over it, and two queer little sprouts that stuck out like arms, near the top.

What is that funny thing, mamma?” asked Ethel, when Mrs. Smith had gone. " Is it a flower?”

“Yes," said mamma. “It is a rattlesnake cactus. Don't touch it, Pussie.

“Why not, mamma?” said Ethel. But mamma, after setting the flower

pot on the window sill, had gone to talk with cook about dinner.

Ethel looked at the cactus and wondered why mamma and Mrs. Smith thought it was pretty. She also wondered why mamma had told her not to touch it. Mamma ought to know that she was a big girl and would not hurt it.

Very cautiously she pressed one of the green arms. It was very stiff and pricked her a little. Then she ran into the nur. sery and brought Augusta, her doll, to see the strange plant.

Augusta had on a little pink silk bonnet, and, just for fun, Ethel took the bonnet from Augusta's head and gently tied it on the head of the cactus.

How funny it looked! Quite like a doll with a green face and two green arms.

“ If it only had a frock!” thought Ethel.

She ran and fetched a little white organdie skirt that belonged to Augusta and tied it round the cactus' waist. Then she had to laugh, the sight was so funny.

“She looks like a real dolly," thought Ethel. " What shall I name her? Let me see, Dorinda is a nice name. I'll call her Dorinda.”

By this time Ethel had forgotten all about what mamma had said, or perhaps she was so interested in what she was doing that she did not let herself think.

She set Augusta down by Dorinda and then brought her other_dollies, Gladys, Sophia Dorothea and Paul Curlyhead, and played at dancing school on the window sill.

Paul was the only boy, so he danced in

turn with the ladies. He waltzed with Sophia Dorothea and two-stepped with Gladys and with Augusta.

When it came Dorinda's turn Ethel did not know what to do, as Dorinda could not move.

“Poor little girlie, you'll have to sit out this dance," she said.

But just then a hurdy-gardy man outside began playing Whistlin' Rufus." That was too much for Ethel. Taking in each of her own hands three of Paul's rubber fingers and one of Dorinda's green arms she gaily caught up the funny pair to dance them along the window sill.

Crash! Dorinda's flower-pot rolled over and over and fell to the floor, while Paul bounced down on his rubber face and landed beside her. Dorinda was so much heavier than she had looked and the

Suddenly a bad fairy whispered to her. This fairy reminded her that just across the hall in her Uncle George's room, lying on his dressing table, were two beautiful ivory-backed hair brushes, with his monogram in dark blue on the back of each one.

Ethel hesitated. She knew that it would be very wrong to touch these brushes and besides, dear Uncle George had promised to bring her something nice in his pocket when he came home that night. But, on the other hand, she hated to think what mamma would say when she found that her little daughter had disobeyed her. Tiptoeing softly into Uncle George's room, she snatched one of the brushes, and hurrying back to the scene of action quickly knelt down and began to brush.

In two minutes she had brushed all the

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MEMBERS OF THE INDIANA LEGISLATIVE BOARD IN THE HALL OF DIV. NO. 11, INDIANAPOLIS, IND.

Robt. B. Jordan, Photographer, green arms pricked so dreadfully, that earth into a piece of newspaper and careEthel had to let her drop.

fully slipped it back into the pot. Then Ethel's fingers smarted with pain, but she beat the brush hard on the arm of a she did not mind that. She was so afraid chair and put it back on Uncle George's that Dorinda was hart. But Dorinda dressing table. was not hurt. Her flower-pot was not She was very well satisfied with her even cracked and she held up her pink work. She had patted the earth down head and stretched out her green arms hard in the pot and the cactus really did as stiffly as ever.

not look as if anything unusual had hapBut, oh dear! The earth was all gone pened to it. But her conscience pricked from the flower-pot and spilled all over her a little, especially when she thought the floor. What would mamma say? of Uncle George and her fingers had Ethel considered for a moment and then begun to smart badly and had grown a naughty idea came into her head.

very red and puffy. “If only I could brush it up,” she Somehow, playing with her dolls did thought, “mamma would never know not seem fun any longer, so she spanked anything about it.”

them all and put them to bed. Then she She looked for a brush but could not sat down on the window sill and looked find one. She tried to brush with her out of the window at her red swing and hands, but they pushed the earth deeper wished that it was pleasant so that she and deeper into the rug.

could go out.

merely said, gravely, “Little girl, what have you been doing with those hands?”

At this, poor Ethel could bear it no longer and burst into tears.

"Oh, mamma!” she sobbed. I'll tell you, but don't make me tell him. It's a secret!”

So Dr. Brown went down into the library to talk with papa, while Ethel, with many tears, told mamma how naughty she had been. Of course

mamma forgave her, and when, a little later, she told Uncle George about it, he forgave her, too, and even smiled a little bit when he thought she was not looking.

Ethei's hands were full of little thorns that had come from the cactus, when she caught it up. Dr. Brown had to rub some dark, sticky stuff on them and bind them up in linen bandages.

For a whole week Ethel could not move her fingers. Nurse had to feed her with a spoon and cut out paper dolls, and tell stories to amuse her.

But when she was better Uncle George showed her the nice thing that had come home in his pocket. It proved to be a beautiful new doll, and she named it Dorinda, after the cactus Dorinda, which she never played with again. - Modern Women.

After what seemed a long time, nurse came in and brought hor some milk and some bread and butter. Ethel was just going to drink her milk when crash! down went the glass, breaking in a thousand pieces and spilling the milk all over her frock. She had let it fall because her fingers felt as if someone were sticking a million little needles into them.

“Mercy on us!” said nurse, “what's the matter?"

“Oh, I just dropped the glass,” said Ethel. "Listen, nurse! What's that?”.

It was Uncle George's voice in the hall, calling to Ethel. Oh, dear! Had he found out? Ethel did not dare to run and meet him. Hastily slipping into the clean, white frock that nurse held out before her, she went into the nursery closet and shut the door.

The closet was not like most closets. It was large and had a window in it, and long shelves where Ethel kept her toys.

Ethel took out her bear puzzle, and, sitting down on the floor, began putting it together. Her fingers itched very badly, and she kept rubbing them on her Trock, which only made the pain sharper.

By the time she had put together the bear's head and forelegs she was very miserable, indeed. Her head ached and her hands felt worse than they had the time that she held the lighted firecracker until it went off. She wished with all her heart that she had never touched the cactus.

And suddenly, to complete her unhappiness, the door opened and there stood Uncle George!

“Why, Pussie,” he said, "what are you doing in here?”

“Just playing with my bear puzzle,” answered Ethel, without looking at him.

“Well, it's almost dark now. Don't you want to leave the puzzle awhile, and come and see something nice that came home in my pocket?”

"Ye-es. But, oh! uncle, dear, I feel so sick! I want to go to bed!”

Uncle George took Ethel in his arms and carried her out into mamma's sitting room, where the candles were lighted.

"Oh, darling! What is the matter?” cried mamma, when she saw Ethel's white face and red, puffy hands.

I don't know," said Ethel, faintly. I guess I've got the measles or-or the rheumatism."

Just then papa came in, and when he saw Ethel's hands he telephoned for the doctor.

Dr. Brown was a jolly, red faced little man, and usually, when he came to see Ethel, he told her so many funny stories that she half forgot that she was ill. This time, however, after he had looked at her very carefully and felt her pulse, he

My Pa and I.

My pa, he didn't go down towu

Last evening after tea.
But got a book and settled down

As comf'y as could be ;
I tell you I was offul glad

To have my pa about,
To answer all the things I had

Been tryin' to find out.
And so I asked him why the world

Is round instead of square,
And why the piggies' tails are curled

And why don't fish breathe air ?
And why the moon didn't hit a star,

And why the dark is black,
And jest how many birds there are,

And will the wind come back?
And why does water stay in wells,

And why do June bugs hum,
And what's the roar I heard in shells,

And when will Christmas come?
And why the grass is always green,

Instead of sometimes blue ?
And why a bean will grow a bean,

And not an apple, too?
And why a horse can't learn to moo,

And why a cow can't neigh ?
And do the fairies live on dew,

And what makes hair grow gray ?
And then my pa got up, an' gee!

The offul words he said!
I hadn't done a thing, but he
Just sent me off to bed.

-Council Bluffs Nonpareil

The Wealthiest Woman.

circus, a hippodrome, and immense gar:

dens. Its buildings were decorated with Saint Melania Was the Richest That Ever Lived. paintings, mosaics, statues, sculpture and

Cardinal Rampolla, secretary to Pope precious marbles, cared for and served by Leo XIII, discovered among the manu- gardeners, butchers, bakers, cooks, waitscripts of the Escurial when he was papal ing women, valets and all the innumernuncio at Madrid, a biography of Saint able host of necessary slaves. Melania the Younger, which he has late- A rural domain at the fifth mile-stone ly translated, edited and had printed at on the Appian Way three miles in circumthe Vatican press. What follows is an ference-its ruins have yielded many abridgment of his narrative.

marbles to the Vatican Museum. The author of this biography

An estate on the northern coast of name Gerontius. From A. D. 405 until Sicily tilled by 8,000 slaves. 439 he was in the service of and daily Estates in Africa, Numidia, Mauritania, association with Melania, and after her in Great Britain, in Spain, and in Gaul, death he succeeded her as the head of a with enough slaves to cultivate them. monastery which she founded. An eye- Her yearly revenues, it is estimated,

was

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THE TIDE, MONCTON, N. B.-Courtesy Percy Crandall. witness, he tells who Melania was, the amounted to scores of millions of dollars. amount of her fortune, and what she did They may well have exceeded the civil with it.

list of any emperor or potentate who ever Melania and her husband were both lived, and were probably greater than Christians and wished to follow literally any other woman ever possessed. the Saviour's precept: “Go and sell all It is not known what use Melania made that thou hast and give to the poor and of her wealth before she decided to rid thou shalt have treasure in heaven." herself of it; her biographer begins his They, therefore, resolved to devote their story only when she had so resolved. immense possessions to the cause of Melania found it very difficult to follow Christ.

the command of her Master; public opinHistory records that during the fourth ion, custom, and above all the law of the and the beginning of the fifth century empire forbade. The Roman law then after Christ certain patrician Roman prohibited, except under certain restricfamilies amassed enormous wealth. tions, the alienation of real estate. Then Melania's fortune surpassed all others when this husband and wife decided to and consisted of a villa on the Coelian at obey Christ's command they were minors Rome which inclosed porticoed courts, a and they could not sell their real estate without a decree, ratified by the Roman delayed the sale of their possessions for senate.

years. At fast as they could they spent At the instigation of a brother-in-law their wealth in building and endowing the slaves of the property on the Via churches, monasteries, nunneries, hospiAppia rose in insurrection, insisting that tals and endowing and adorning their al. they preferred slavery with its sure main- tars with vessels of gold and of silver. tenance to freedom with uncertain future, They relieved the necessities of thou. and they were only pacified when made sands of the poor and needful, sending over to the brother-in-law with a gratuity vessels and messengers with money and of three gold pennies apiece.

necessaries for them and to the hermits How hard it was to become poor! An and monks of Egypt, Jerusalem and An. imperial edict alone could overcome the tioch. After 27 years of continuous efopposition of relatives, of the law, and fort they had at last reduced their once of the senate. This Melania secured colossal fortune to the remnant of a small through the favor of Serena, who was a estate in Spain. They then went to Jeru. niece of the Einperor Theodosius and salem, where they ended their days and his adopted daughter; the wife of Stili- were buried in a monastic retreat which cho and the mother-in-law of Honorius, they had built and endowed. the son and successor of Theodosius. For Gerontius never could give the number many years Stilicho and Serena had been of slaves that Melania at one time owned, the actual rulers of the western half of but stated that in two years 8,000 were the Roman empire.

liberated. He states that her annual inPublio rumor, which had been busy come was 120,000 pounds weight of gold, with Melania's future, blaming or prais- equal to more than 30,000,000 of United ing as prejudice or religious bias swayed, States gold coin; and, taking the purchashad aroused the queen’s Curiosity, and its ing power of specie in the sixth century object had been several times bidden to A. Þ., fully equal, it is estimated, to the imperial palace, commands which had $175,000,000 today.- Washington Post. invariably been disobeyed. In the spring of A. D. 404 the disobedient one remem

Socialism and the Church. bered that the imperial power could unmake as well as make laws and could smooth her difficult road to poverty.

BY THE REV. CHARLES STELZLE. Accompanied by her husband, several When the average socialist speaks of bishops, and Gerontius, who chronicles the Church he becomes hysterical. To the event, she went to the Palatine. Her his mind, no other man has a right to an train included slaves bearing many and opinion which differs from his own. If costly presents, the customary offerings that opinion does differ from the one to the powerful and their court. Closely which he holds for the time being, the veiled and wearing a dress of very cheap holder of it is, according to that socialist, material, the suppliant said to those who a "grafter," a "tool of the capitalistic remonstrated with her:

class," a "weakling," a "hypocrite." “I shall not uncover the head which I When discussing such an unfortunate, have covered for Christ's sake; I shall not the average socialist writer will dip his change the garment which I have pat on pen in vitriol and figuratively burn him for my Saviour's glory.”

at the stake. Granting for the moment Her humility had its immediate reward, that the man he is abusing is intolerant, for Serena herself came forward to meet he himself is too intolerant to tolerate in. and greet her, seated her at her side on tolerance, although he expects to find the golden throne, and calling her court that virtue in the man whom he is "roastaround her, said:

ing.” If the reply is made that the so“Behold this woman, who could be sur- cialist who does these things is not rounded by all that wealth could buy, yet representative of true socialism, then I for Christ's sake renounces all the vani. answer that neither is the churchman ties of the world.”

who practices similar methods, represenSerena herself declined the gifts of- tative of the Church, although there are fered to her, and forbade any of her cour- occasions when both the socialist and the tiers or servants to accept any. At her churchman may be justified in vigorously request the emperor at once gave orders protesting against the words and actions to the rulers of his provinces to sell Me- of a particular individual who may be on lania's estates and remit the proceeds to the other side. her.

Just as the socialists insist that their “We were all stupefied with amaze- movement today must not be judged by ment," comments Gerontius.

the mistakes of their predecessors, so the Melania and her husband left Rome be- Church of today has a right to demand fore Alaric captured it, and went to their that it shall be judged by its present atSicilian estate. The troubles of the times titude toward particular problems and

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