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Somewhat Tired.
Weary of the rattle o1 the waggons on the
stones,
Weary of the newsboys' shrill exacerbating
tones
Weary ell the car Horse and the tinkle of his
Weary of the people on'thethoroughfareias
well, �.
Weary of the clatter of the elevated trains,
Weary of the engine and the cinders that it
rains,
Weary of the " choppers" with theirreg_ulation_
caps,_
---;'t'eary'of-tlie p`latforme and of hanging on to
straps.
Weary of the dirty streets—alternate dust and
mud,
Weary of the ash -cart man and thirsting for his
blood
Weary of the smell of gas the brawn main be-
gets.
Weary of the odor worse thatcomesfrom cigar-
tes,
WearY of the organ's drone and little German
bands,
W Bary of the paper -covered novels an the
stands,
Weary of the showbills, on the eyes forever
thrust
WI Is pictures of woman's leg and
bust.
Weary of the loafing crowds that stand around
saloons,
Weary of the dress parade on pleasant after-
noons.
Weary of the hacks and cabs wed coaches and
coupes,
Weary of the full-grown men that go to
matinees,
Weary of the oglers that promenade the
street,
Weary of the laced and powdered women that
they meet,
Wearyof the thought of work and tired of see-
ing " goods,"
Weary of the city's din and longing for the
woods.
TUE CLEAN GIRL.
The One Who Looks Neatand Well Groomed
Under AH Circumstances.
you ever see her ? I mean the clean
girl—the girl who always looks neat and
well-groomed under all circumstances. As
the old saying is, clay wouldn't stick to her.
But whether it would or not it doesn't, for
the simple reason that she never gives it a
chance.
If she were condemned to die on the scaf-
fold she'd sit up all night to wash and iron
her fichu and skirts and handkerchief, etc.,
and she would be late at the ceremony on
account of her careful toilet. The clean•
girl is rarely a fashionable, girl ; She belongs
rather to the,eld maid order or prinky sort.
Some mornings on my way down town in a
street car I amuse myself by looking around
for the clean girl.
I don't always ,find her. On the con-
trary, I see many things which surprise me
—buttons off or hanging by one thread,
raveled edges her and there, rents fastened
up with a pin, buttonholes too large to hold
the button, gloves ripped or out at the
finger ends ; and, worse than these, I see
signs of untidiness, dried 'mud on the bot-
tom of a skirt, stains of food on the front of
a sacque or jacket.
And, going a little higher, I see that face
and neck have been carelessly washed, and
that the hair is not completely free from
duet and dandruff. But other mornings
the clean girl comes tripping in, and I am
always glad when she takes a seat beside
me. She smells as fresh as a cloverfield,
and looks it, too.—Roseleaf.
KILLED BY A TROLLEY WIRE.
A Horse Shocked Instantly to Death By the
"Harmless" Conductor.
The danger to which the people of. Brook-
lyn are subjected by the trolley system was
emphasized last evening when an electric
car crashed into a horse car, badly injuring
the driver and killing a valuable horse,
which came in contact with a live wire dis-
connected by the shock of the collision.
Electric car No. 1,009 of the Brooklyn
City Railroad, in charge of Motorman
Charles Gast and Conductor Thomas
Nohally, was on its way to the Hamilton
ferryat half -past 5 o'clock last evening.
Gast missed the switch at Ferry place,' and
the car becoming unmanageable ran into a
horse car of the Van Brunt street line which
had just left the ferry. The forward end of
the horse car was badly damaged, and the
driver, John Clancy, was thrown off the
platform. He was injured internally, and
was taken home in an ambulance.
The live trolley wire was broken and
swung backward and forward across the
street about three feet from the pavement.
James Armstrong, a plumber, of Union
and Court streets, drove off the boat and up
the street without seeing the wire, though
several people called to him to be careful.
The end of the wire struck the horse on the
head, killing it instantly. The horse lay
there foi' tong time, nobody venturing to
approach t until after the wire had been
replaced in position.
Contrary to law and pledges the
Brooklyn City Railroad Company has
placed no guard above the trolley wires,and
a serious accident might have occurred if
the broken wire had come in contact with
the police or fire wires.—New York ,(lerald.
Dr. William's Pink Pills contain in con-
densed form the elements for building up
the blood and nerve system. When broken
down from overwork, mental worry, abuse
or excess, you will find them a never -failing
cure. Sold by dealers, or sent on receipt of
price -50 cents a box, 6 boxes, $2.50—by
addressing The Dr. Williams Med. Co.,
Brockville. Take no substitute.
Nineteen more witnesses were examined
in the Carruthers murder trial at Port
Arthur yesterday. The case will likely be
concluded to -day.
Mr. Go thier, ex -M. P., the Liberal can-
didate fo. the Commons in L'Assomption,
has re ed) leaving the contest between
Jeannotte and Rocher.
The estate of the late Jamas French, of
Toronto, has been sworn at $472,482.93. In
his will Mr. Frenoh provides that a monu\
ment shall be erected over his grave worth
$5,000 or $6,000.
The consecration of Mgr. Emard, the new
Roman Catholic Bishop of Valleyfield, took
place at Valleyfield yesterday. There 'was
a large attendance of bishops, clergy, and
the general public.
Mrs. Hart, 85 years of age, a resident of
South Loi,Q-lon, Ont., fell under the wheels
of her carriage on Wednesday evening and
received injuries from which, it is feared,
she will riot recover,
—Because his parrot wouldn't talk when
he„wanted it to, Henry Stimper, a Williams-
burg saloon -keeper, tossed it into a chicken -
coop for punishment. The parrot resented
the slight by killing seventeen chickens.
Mr. E imper did the talking then,
a
TUE MAN FROM OOLQON$Y.
His Heroin Sacrifice ' for -the Sake of
Miss Maud.
He came to us when tl e last field of
wheat had fallen before the irrepressible
advance of the reaping machine, and con-
sequently at a time -when fresh__hansla.were.
hardly'wanted Ilia approach was leisurely
and philosophical,his manner as easyas
the flow of his conversation, his attire light
and picturesque. Diogenes going throug
modern England could not have maintar d
one tithe of the quiet, semi-cyni t self-
possession typified, in the bronzed face and
humorous eyes that came down the lane and
shone over the garden hedge like a new sun-
burst. •
" The top of the mornin' to ye sor, and
many av thim 1"
Civility, as the proverb says, is a cheap
commodity. I returned the salutation,
the original purveyor thereof meanwhile
adopting an easy and graceful attitude
against the privet hedge that separated us.
" 'Tis foine wither for the harvest,
glory be to God, and it's me own hands
that is oneasy to be handlin' fork or rake
wid the colleens beyant there. Maybe
the masther has a job of worruk that he
can give to a man loike mesilf."
He slanted his head over in the direction
of a field where half a dozen rosy English
lasses were engaged in heaping the rakings
of a thick crop of wheat. The employment
was easy and congenial ; I thought it
would fit well the disposition of the trav-
eler. The master came towards us at that
moment.
" Here is a man who wants work."
" Ah ! God be good to yer honor, so I do
indade: It's mesilf that has an illigant hand
at harvest worruk. And yer honor'll give
me a job of worruk ?"
His honor wanted no more hands, and said
so abruptly, with certain pointed remarks
concerning the aesurance of people who go
idle at the end of harvest.
r' Oh ! papa ! and it not an hour since
you said you could do with another man to
take Job's place. Give the poor man some-
thing to do.
',Pie poor man ' looked over the hedge,
quick to seize the opportunity. NIiss
Maud, fresh and dainty as one of her own
roses, blushed and started under the
frank adoration of those wicked Hibernian
etees.
" God be good to ye, miss, but 'tis only
raison that a awate young thing loike yer-
self should snake Soft to a poor man as is
wanting worruk so badly: Ah ! now,•your
honor'll give me the worruk that the young
lady was speakin' of."
His Honor give in, beaten by the touch
of his daughter's little hand and the auda-
city of the bronzed features before him.
"It's only a waste of money," he said,
hen the traveller—after a liberal meal—
d wandered away to the harvest field in,
arch of the much desired worruk. " He'll
;nothing. These wandering Irishmen
ver do."
Certainly this one did not kill himself
th over-exertion. He performed his'task
liberately, if well. There was a tendency
out him to sit down every few minutes.
he had an audience close at, hand he be -
eyed a tendency to discourse on various.
pies. o•
" Sure, now," he said, as I stood 'by him
ong the corn, what time the sun was
ing its level best to burn us all into rags,
'tis moighty improvident this spending of
r stren'th in the hot sunloight. It's
ape we should be at this minit. . Worruk
the cool and slape in the hot—that's how
do at Colooney."
" And where is Colooney -? "
` Sure, yer honor knows that- Colooney
n Sligo. I am from Colooney mesilf."
` You seem to have wandered a long way
m home."
` Ah, thin, but what good would I do
d me not havin' seen the wurruld ? ttt's
travelled men' that makes fortins."
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" Ah, sure, but I'm on the way to that
same. Ye should see me at my own trade.
Die hand's a bit out at the harvestin'. 1)id
your honor iver hear tell of Judy Mc-
Cann ? "
He dropped easily toa convenient seat
amid the sheaves and prepared to " dis-
course " at his leisure. I moved away, not•
wishing to give him an excuse for idleness.
Looking around ten minutes afterwards I
found that he not yet 'risen. He was pro-
bably meditating over the story of Judy
McCann.
The man from Colooney stayed on. His
sleeping chamber was in the bay -loft ; he
washed at the pump, dispensing in some
mysterious fashion with the aid of soap and
towel. He lounged easily about the ' Stack -
yard o' nights, but always retired into the
paddock to smoke his pipe—a wise proceed-
ing which ingratiated him with the master,
who had no mind to see his stacks burnt
down. The women liked him, as they always
do like anything handsome and `impudent.
He fetched and carried for them. One day
I found ,him laboring under a heavy wheel-
barrow load of manure, which he was
taking from the fold to the flower garden.
He was actually sweating heavily and work-
ing hard without doubt.
" What does this mean ?" ,I inquired.
" I thought you considered this sort of
thing improvident?"
The man from, Colooney regarded 'Me
with a humorous smile. His eyes twinkled
and one of them closed itself for an instant.
Ah, thin, captain, dear, sure an' what
can a poor boy loike meailf `do when the
sweetest voice in all the worruld . axes him
to do a little at the gardenin ?' And it's
yerseif that knows what a swate voice that
is, captain."
I followed him into the garden and
found that under Miss Maud's instructions
he had cleared a corner previously given
over to waste and weeds, and was rapidly
bringing it into something like respectabil-
ity. He worked hard that day and earned
a right to rest and be thankful at night.
" Ye see, Captain," he remarked con-
fidentially to me as I met him washing away
the marks of toil at the pump, "ye see, I'm
that soft-hearted wid the' ladies. Divil a
bit of me that doesn't do me best to oblige
thim when they come to me with their
murtherin' illigant talk and ses : ' Michael,
will ye do this?' and ' Michael, will you do
that?' Ah, it's mesilf that always was a
favorite wid the ladies."
The man from Colooney was perhaps not 3n the a
far out in his assertion, There seemed to ( ing she
be a movement in his favor among the make a
females, from the mistress to the milkmaid. up in em
The master looked upon it with true Eng-
lish diagust.
" Because the man's impudently good-
looking and picturesque you rave about
him. Lazy ,fellows, all his spit. Who
ever saw him run or get out of his lazy
shuffle ?"
" I have," said Miss Maud. " He worked
like a horse when I brought „hj shase.sthe•
garden -....
I ventured to hint sotto voice, that any-
ing would brighten up under the influ.
nee, and so on.
" That's foolish, and it isn't true. The
man, from Col:coney," said the young lady,
" is a good worker if you only manage him
right."
One morning a hullabaloo arose in the
vicinity of the stables. The master, Miss
Maud and myself were close by inspecting
the young lady's ponies, and we hurried up.
A stable boy had lost five shillings from his
coat as it hung in the stables, and was
loudly lamenting the fact. The men stand-
ing around looked suspicious. The man
from Colooney slept next to the stable. The
foreman, distrustful of anything. Hibernian,
gave voice to the public sentiment :
sine" Jim thinks the Irishman has taken it,
The man from Colooney was close by and
heard it. A flush of crimson shot straight
to his bronze cheek, and he took p half-step
forward. Mise Maud's clear voice stopped
him.
" What a shame 1 How dare you say
such a thing ? He would no more take it
than I should." d
The man from Colooney held his head
high. Somehow we forgot his rage as we
looked at him:
" God bless you, miss," said the man from
Colooney." Thank you."
Nevertheless the Englishman looked
askanceoat him. The man from Colooney
went solitary for a few days.
The last day of harvest came. We all
went forth to see the last loads brought
home. Miss Maud drove the ponies afield,
two vicious little brutes, that ought to have
had a Hercules to hold there. She drove
on before us with a confident air. The
master, anxious, shook his head. He did not
like the ponies, but he was as wax in his
daughter's hands.
The man from Colooney was in his ele-
ment that day. He talked and laughed
with the womenhis impudent good humor
bubbling' up like fine champagne. He
worked, too, with the best of them, making
light of toil at which he usually would have
looked aside. •
" I'll be going on my way to -night," said
he, as I stopped by him once that afternoon.
" It's pinin' for new adventures I am, so
ye'll see me no more. • Maybe I'll go a long
way off."
Towards dusk the last load was filled and
despatched homeward, amid cheers. Miss
Maud and her ponies headed the waggons
round by the road ; the rest of us,sought
a short cut through the wood, so as to
reach home in time to welcome the little
procession 'on , its arrival. Going through
the wood the man from Colooney burst
into•spng—tender and Irish. The women
hushed their clatter and -listened, the
bundles of gleaning on their heads swaying
harmoniously with the tune.,
A startling sound came upon us as we
struck the lane -the sound of horses' feet
dashing along the hard ground in uncon-
trollable flight. The lane ran down hill
there, terminating at the foot by an old
lime quarry a hundred feet deep; 'We
gazed up the hill to the turn, the noise
coming nearer and nearer. The man from
Colooney had ceased his song and stood
watchingd.
" Mau's ponies 1" said the master, and
clinched his teeth hard,
They came round the corner like a whirl-
wind, galloping together like the demons
they were, their mistress holding to the
phaeton, but helpless. I thought of the
lime quarry, thirty yards away, and turned
sick. The women screamed and fainted •
the men stared` at the coming whirlwin3
and groaned. What could stop them in so
short a distance?
" Stand clear !" The man from Coloo-
ney'sl oice rang out sharp and strong. He
had gre a step or two to meet the ponies
as heJJ spoke, and stood there, fair and
square, turning up his ragged shirt sleeves.'
Crash 1 The man from Colooney went
down before that awful rush, but his hands
grasped the bridles. Up, and down again,
the blood flowing from his face, and again
up, and again down, brit still hanging
on to the mad beasts until they paused,
trembling and wild, on the very edge of the
quarry.
" My poor fellow 1" The master bent
over the man from Colooney as he lay on the
bank, panting and ghastly, crushed to
death„ He turned his face half round and
smiled feebly.
"'Tis young miss he wants,” eaid a
woman. t
Miss Maud was at his side instantly. She
laid her hand on his damp forehead and
then, withawomanly impulse, bent forward
and kissed him. I think that kiss was his
passport for the long journey he had spoken
of, for when the girl raised -her face the
man from Colooney was dead.
The civic delegation that went from
Montreal toQaebec to oppose the proposed
amendments to the city charter returned
yesterday very much disgusted over'their
want of success.
t Herr Alberti, master mason and building
contractor, was 'arrested a few days ago at
Thorn, Germany on a charge of treason,
and is accused of selling secrete regarding
the Thorn fortifications to the Russian Gov-
ernment.
The factory of the Richelieu French
Coffee Company at Whitewood, N. W. T.,
has been destroyed by fire.
An ex -convict named Charles Magee has
been arrested at Kingston and admits
having been implicated in the numerous
burglaries in that vicinity lately.
August Drager,. a well-to-do farmer of
Logan township, received injuries at a
barn raising near Mitchell yesterday which
will likely result in his death.
J. W. 11. Wilson has been elected Grand
Master of the Grand Lodge of Manitoba.
Tho session adjourned yesterday.
The Midland Counties+ Baptist Associa-
tion is in session at Stratford.
Mrs. Corky, of Barriefield, fearing that
burglars would take her money, '$30, pet it
tove. When she awoke this morn -
forgot the wad, and it served to
fire for breakfast. Her wealth went
cake.
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IINIoninemser
A CHAPTER ON LIES.
Rabbi Solomon Schindler Gives
Interesting Facts.
" The difference between a purpose
motive in fiction. A unique new work
treats on lying in a very unconventional
ner."
Rabbi Solomon Sobin ier,_.tho:.bri
Bostonsscholar; --has contributed a
interesting paper to a recent issue of
" Arena," on lying, in which be takes
new realietic story, " Who Lies?" as a
By special permission we are 'enable
publish this notable paper.
It •may appear tautological to spec
the " purpose " and the " motive "
literary work in one breath ; still the
a slight distinction between the
and this distinction separates
former, idealistic school of novel wr
from the modern realistic se
It would be unjust to say
writers like Sir Walter Scott, Eugene
Alexander Dumas, Berthold Auerbach,
others have lacked - a " purpose " w
writing their admirable novels ; yet
" motive,"• that tendency, is indeed wan
in, them which characterizes the work
realistic authors. Charles Dickens,
may be termed the connecting link betw
these two - schools—the novelist of
transition period—adds a distinct " mot
to the " purpose," when he attacks
miserable school system of his time, or
inhumanity with which the sulsme
classes are treated, or when he ridic
the hypocrisy 'of charitable instituti
Step by step we can thus trace the ev
tion of the "motive" in the progress of
realistic literature of our time.
The latest contribution of this chars
in fiction, embodying a strong "moti
hap been presented to the reading pu
through the Arena Publishing Company
Boston, in their fifty -cent series of vigor
works by leading thinkers. The auth
Emil Blum, Ph. D., and Mr. Sigmund
Alexander, have. correctly called it an "
ter rogation." They desire to call attent
to one of the moat serious problems of li
they hurl an accusation at our mod
civilization, against which a defence is
an easy task ; they cast a flash light tip
society, and show the rotten foundat
upon which it rests.
Eight gentlemen, belonging to the c
tured and well-to-do classes of society, a
representing various' walks of life, a
assembled at a banquet. They are
graduates of the same college, in whi
they had been nicknamed by, their class-
mates the " Model Nine." Their friend-
ship had existed during ten years, in which
time each of them had won for himself a
respected position in society. One is a
successful physician ; another a famous
Lawyer ; the third stands at the head of a
lucrative business concern ; the fourth is
the chief of'a banking house, and known as
a great philanthropist; the fifth occupies the
pulpit of a fashionable church ; . the sixth
edits a newspaper of large circulation ; the
seventh holds a professor's chair at the Alma
Mater ; the eighth is identified with the
politics of his State ; the ninth, the most
promising of them, had inerited from his
father an immense fortune, and had during.
these years travelled extensively. He had,
therefore, never been present at any of their
annual reunions, but is expected to join
them on this occasion. A belated train
brings him to the city and into their com-
pany, at the moment when they are drink-
ing the health and praising the noble quali-
ties of the absentee.
He is warmly greeted by his friends, who,
however, find that he has changed consider-
ably. Though apparently the same genial
and ' brilliant fellow whom they had
known in times past, he seems to have be-
come infected withe.che blackest kind.of
pessimism. He fiercely attacks the very
civilization which they the iah so dearly.
A controversy arises, which culminates in a
peculiar wager. Rust, the pessimist, claims
that our- whole civilization is a huge " Lie ";
that this "Lie" has permeated and poisoned
society to such a degree tbat no one could
speak the truth, even if he desired, for any
length of time, without harming, if not
destroying, his reputation andbusiness pros-
pect. This is emphatically denied by his friends
who, on their part, claim that for one week,
at Nast, they would pledge themselves to
adhere strictly to the truth. The wager
provides, therefore, that if they adhere to
the truth for one week, ,Rust • must pay
eight thousand dollars; but if one of them
breaks his word, he must pay one thousand
dollars. The money 'is to go to' some benev-
olent institution, which the winner shall
designate. It is further agreed that any
member may withdraw his obligation on
payment of one thousand dollars during. the
week, if he finds telling the truth too.ex
pensive.
The result, was.as predicted by Rust.
Disaster in' some form overtook each of
them. In the last chapter, Rust informs.
them that he had offered the. wager, not to
win their money, but to give them an object
lesson. - All the miseries from which
society, is suffering, says he. are the logical
consequences of the prevailing untruthful,
news. Instead of trying to remodel the
world, and to better conditions by assailing
consequences, they ought to attack the root
of the evil, the "Lie." He proposes,
therefore, the formation of a society of
veritists—of men who will pledge them-
selves to speak the truth always 'unmindful
of possible consequences. It is hie firm
belief that, in the end, people will learn
that they prosper much better with truth
than with untruth,,and that while for a
short time they may be the losers, in the
end they will win confidence and make up
for the loss.
The lightning which . illunSines the path
of the wanderer on a stormy night shows
him the precipice into which he is about to
fall ; thus " Who Lies ?"reveals the dan-
gers with which our present civilization is
fraught, and the root from which most of
its evils grow. It suggests the only re-
medy, namely, to •speak the truth and
nothing but the truth, regardless of conse-
quences. ^
Who Lies ?" will be . found not only
amusing and interesting, but the reader will
admire it for its courage and fearlessness.
It is deserving of a wide circle of readers.
" This is carrying a . joke too far," re-
marked the humorist, who had traveled
from one end of the town to -'the other with-
out disposing of it. -
Whoso loveth a good business loveth ad -
vertieing, but he that deapiseth fame is a
ass.
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A STRIKE LEADS TO MUMDEIR.
A Mob Fires on the Pollce'k Wounding
Two. One Fatally.
A Tonawanda despatch says ; About ten
o'clock yesterday morning 300 union mgn ,p
marched down the rive; tg_ Il eston_A_S•
lumberyard aad"began to throw clubs and
stones. The entire police force of eight men
had been stationed along the docks and
yards. They speedily arrived on the' scene
and drew their guns and fired into, the air
with the hope of quelling the riot. The
union men also had shooting irons, and re-
turned the fire, with serious results. Officer
John Martin was shot through' the knee
joint, and Officer Frank Kingsley through
the abdomen. The police fled for their
lives. Sheriff Ensign, of Lockport, then
was called upon for assistance, and he came
up 011 the train accompanied by several
deputies. It was deemed best to get the
militia out, but Capt. Charles Sommers,
of the 25th Separate Company, could do
nothing until con'munication was held with
Gen. Doyle. As a result of a conference of
the chief of police, 'the Sheriff, Capt Som-
mers and the lumbermen, it was de-
cided to attempt no arrests until every
precaution had been taken for a successful
effort. It is thought the bullet which struck
Kingsley was intended for Woods. Being
foreman of the yard it is believed he was
singled out by the crowd. He had a
revolver, and was shooting when a atone
struck him in the head, felling him to the
ground. Kingsley was close by his aide
when shot. Woods was pretty badly cut
and bruised about the face and head, and
was taken to his home. After the police-
men were driven away short work was made
in hustling out of sight the few men who
were at work. The crowd then ' visited the
island, where men were at work at the yards
of Smith, Fasset & Co., Cowper &
Gregory's, and the Robinson Bros'. Lumber
Company. Several men here were quite
badly used up by the strikers. Fasset &
Belinger's dock, at the ferry, was neat
visited, and the men driven off. Warrants
were issued for the arrest of several men
believed to be the ringleaders in the mobs,
and nine men were taken last night in
chains to the Lockport` jail. The union
men had a meeting at Gratwick last nigbt,
and have appealed to " the State Board of
Arbitration. That body will be here next
Monday or Tuesday.
The Boston Girl at Home.
Two -young ladies got into an electric car
yesterday afternoon.
One was pretty, the other wasn't.
All the seats were taken.
Two young men were sitting together.
They spoke German.
Said one to the other—in German :
" I'm going to give my seat to the pretty
girl:"
The other replied, also In German : -
" Well, I suppose I must give mine to the
ugly one, then."
Both young ladies accepted the kindness,
and thanked the young men—in German.—
Boston Herald.
OId Joke in a New Shirt.
Day—I bought this neglige . shirt this
morning, and when I put .it on it was four
sizes too big ; but the dealer wouldn't take
it back.
Weeks—Why not ?
Day—He said it would all come out in the
wash.
A Benedict.
Mrs. Spinks—Is your friend Finks a mar=
ried man ?
Mr. Spinke—I guess so. He fastens his
suspenders with a hairpin instead of a nail.
" This," said the man who was hesitating
between the purchase of a horse or of
a bicycle, " is a question of wheel or
whoa."
There are only about 60 practising women
dentists in the United States, and their work
lies chiefly among children, . who feel Iees
dread •of a woman dentist than of a man.
The work does not need strength so much as
quickness of touch and steadiness of nerve,
and this field for women's work is compara-
tively untilled as yet. •
Petitions°are in circulation in Manitoba -
asking the Minister of Justice to grant a
respite to the Indian from Fort Macleod,
how under sentence of death on the 16th
inst., until such time as the facts in connec-
tion with his killing of the , medicine man of
the tribe can be fully inquired into.
, A man named Thomas Flowers, employed
by Wm. .Grainger, of South Gosfield, was
instantly killed .yesterday afternoon by a
tree which he was sawing down. It split
and sprang back, striking him on the head
and back. . Deceased was a widower, and
formerly lived in the vicinity of Dunnville.
A despatch to the London Times from
Sin ore says that the Sultan of Johore
is re aring a Malay village for exhibition at
the icago World's Fair, and that the Sul-
tan himself will accompany the village to
Chicago. The State of Johore is in the
Malay Peninsula and is very prosperous. It
is under British protection.
Herr Gunther, a master dyer at Weissen-
fields, murdered his wife's three children,
of whose paternity he had expressed some
doubt. The husband and wife ofte-
reled, and after the murders Gunther de-
clared that he had killed the children to
spite his wife.
At a political union meeting at Windsor
last night Elgin Myer, Orangeville ; D.
McGillicuddy, Goderich, and James Gibson
spoke, the latter being opposed to the
movement. A secret ballot was taken and
resulted as follows : For political union,
204 ; Independence, 8 ; Irrfpe'rial Federa-
tion, 5 ; remain as we are, 43.
The, commencement exercises at Toronto
University yesterday brought together a
large and influential gathering. Mr.
Edward Blake, the Chancellor, delivered an
important_ ,address, and the degree of
LL. D. was conferred on Sir George Baden-
Powell, M. 1'., Mr. Alexander Staveley
Hill, Q. C., M. P., and Her John Laudauer.
Seven firemen were buried in the fall of a
burning building at Holloway, London, yes-
terday. The building is occupied as a'
dancing academy, and a panic was caused
among• the pupils as well as the teachers
when the fire was discovered. The firemen
were uncovered as speedily as possible.
One was already ,dead, and the other six
were se seriously injured that it is 'feared
that more gill rine
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