The child who is holding the baby
Grows pallid and faint wit}" the heat,
And droops like a flower as the sunshine
Beats down on the close, Ilarrow street.
With steps tbat are weary and lagging
She toils up the tenement stair,
Wbere poverty'~ pitiful children
Are dying for want of fresh air.
When near--oh, so nenr!--all around them
The healtb giving breezes b!ow free,
Afresh from the slope of the mountains
Or sweet with tile breath of the sea.
Where fair over wide reaching meadows
The daisies and buttercups nod,
And under the trees of tile orchard
The shadows lie cool on tim sodl
What thought do we take from our pleas-
ure
To brighten the comfortless way
Of the poor "little me[her" who carries
The baby all through lhe long day?
On their little faces ts resting
The shadow of want and of care,
Can wo turn from these children of sor-
row
Entreating our blessings to share?
EnriChed by the gift~ of the Master~
Not ours are the silver and gnlcl~
He glveth His poor to our keeping,
As stewards His bounty we hold.
"When ~Ie taketh account of tIis servants
God grant that our greetlltg may be:
'~lnasrnueh as to these ye have done it
Xo have ministered also to MeW
"Red Line No, 5055,"
BY JAMES O. WHITTEMORE.
(Copyright, 1901, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
"Find 5055 and you can have two
weeks more--and bring us home a
deer."
That was the send-off £ got from
Motley as I passed his desk on my way
out of the office for a two weeks' vaca-
tion down in Maine. It was cruel in
Motley to send me on a pleasure trip
With the office hoodoo ringing in my
ears, for being out of the sound of
"5055" was one of my most anticipated
enjoyments.
Motley was the chief and I one of the
numerous subordinate clerks in the
car-clearing house of the Consolidated
roads. Our work was monotonous and
uninteresting enough, keeping track of
the thousands of freight cars rolling
about over our division. We had
prided ourselves upon the record of
our office untl Ithe case of "Red Line
5055" had come up and wrought hu-
miliation.
It was in our particular division that
"5055" had been lost and we were con-
stantly reminded of the fact officially
and unofficially. This car had been
sent way down in Maine with a load
of potato-planters from Toledo. It
had been started towards home empty
and disappeared en route. The road
upon which it started declared that
they must have delivered it to the con-
necting road and the officials of the
latter were as positive that they had
not received it. The system of check-
lytg was not as effective as now and
"What do you know about '5055'?"
but little satisfaction could be ob-
tained from the Maine roads.
"If you think we have the car, come
down here and find it," was the gist
of their replies to our many inquiries.
Tracers were passed along until they
were all worn out. "Lost ear men"
scoured New England, but in vain.
"Red Line 5055" was lost indeed.
Most people go tothe great Maine
woods for the hunting and fishing, but
I went to see Nellie, an old wseetheart
of mine wlt.h brown eyes, hair like--
and al Ithat. Nellie and l'had gradu-
ated from the hlgh school in the same
class on the same June day and as we
"stepped out into the din of llfe's bat-
tle" which the valedictorian told about
I left the little village for the city and
the car office and soon after, Nellie's
father was appointed general manager
of an immense plant in one of those
mushroom pulp-mill towns in the
Maine wilderness and went there, tak-
ing Nellie with him.
We corresponded, she giving me lots
of good advice and I confiding my
hopes and aspirations and so it was
that I accepted one of the several hun-
dred postscript invitations to spend my
vacation in the pulp-mill town.
I found Nellie more beautiful than
---end all that. Of course it did not
IG'RAJV:D TE*R
K.NIGHT,5" TEI LA'R
seem Just proper to spend all the time
basking in her smiles, so to vary the
delightful monotony I wandered down
to the little railroad station and struck
up an acquaintance with the station-
agent, who was also the operator,
yard-master and most everything else
about the place. He was a bright young
fellow named Ross, I think, and knew
enough about the business totalk shop
to our mutual entertainment.
One day I was paying him a call
when he called my attention to a
strangely appearing figure coming
along the station platform toward us.
"See that fellow? They call him
'Brick' Kelley. He was one of the
smartest and most popular men on the
llne--brok e head on Haggerty's
freight. Now he's clear off'n the iron."
"How was that?" I inquired, casual-
ly interested.
"Ills train was ssetting off a hot-box
at some little siding down the line
when a special came along and jacked-
up their rear. 'Brick' was making a
"An old ear 'way down here'"
hitch or something and in the mix-up
got a thump In the head which put
him out of the business. He's gone
clean daft. But the smash seem's to
run in his head--Just watch while I
flag him."
The man was about to slink past us
when Ross tapped him on the shoulder
and suddenly asked, "What's the shift
'Brick' ?"
The old trainman straightened up in
an instant; his eyes flashed and look-
ing up and down the llne he swung an
imaginary lantern and called loudly
and clearly:
"Pull the pin on 5055 and sit out o'
here---special's right on us, right on
us--right on u-s-s-s," and as suddenly
as he had spoken his head dropped
and he slouched off muttering, "Right
on us, right on u-s-s-s-s/'
,Did my ears deceive me. hTat poor
unfortunate had said something about
"5055." He must know something
about it. To the surprise of my friend
I dashed after Kelley. Grasping him
by the shoulder, I am afraid rather
roughly, as he looked up to me with a
scared expression, T demanded:
"What do you know about 5055?
Where is she--tell me man?"
He stared at me vacantly, passed
his hand over his forehead as if trying
to recollect something, then shook his
head and walked away moaning, "She's
right on us, right on u-s-s-s."
Iappealed to Ross for further in-
formation, questioned all the ttrain-
men who stopped at the station, the
section men and every one connected
with the railroad, but elicited only the
scrap of information that the accident
which cost poor Kelley his reason took
place at a siding about two miles be-
low that station; that the siding had
since been abandoned and the rails
taken up, and that the accident re-
sulted in but little damage to the roll-
ing stock and both trains had pro-
ceeded after a nhour's delay. I was
forced to come to the conclusion that
Kelley had mentioned the number by
accident--but it certainly was a
strange coincidence.
My vacation was drawing to a close,
and it was on my last day that Nellie
and I strolled down the line both on
business and pleasure bent, for, for
some reason, which I cannot explain, I
was anxious to visit the place where
the accident occurred. We found it
without much trouble, for some of the
old ties were still in place. It had not
been a siding as the term Is technic~ll~
understood, but a spur track ending
abruptly upon the brink of a deep,
wooded gorge.
Neliie and I sat ourselves down to
have a last long talk. It matters not
what we, or rather what I, said, for I
did the most of the talking. Nellie's
part was mostly blushes and mono-
syllables as she amused herself with
tossing pebbles down into the tree-
tops far below.
She had round a large, white stone
and was looking at it intently when I
ventured to ask:
"Nellie, g_ that stone was my heart,
me, everything I am, what would you
do with it?"
"Oh, I might do that," and, suiting
the action to the word, she took it
from my hand and threw it far out. It
rustled the leaves in its fall and struck
with a peculiar hollow sound, which
echoed and re-echoed in the gorge.
"\Vhat was that?" she asked in as-
tonishment. "Perhaps there is a house
down there--let's go and see; besides,
I'm thirsty and there may be a spring
down there."
And, not waiting for my assent, she
started to clamber down the steep
sides of the gorge, and, of course, I
followed with a sigh and protests, but
to no avail.
"Perhaps we can find your heart,"
she said.
She paused a moment in the descent,
and I thought she never looked more
handsome, framed in the greenery in
graceful poise, when she exclaimed:
"Why, dld you ever! An old ca~
'way down here--look!"
I needed no invitation. I was by
her side in an instant, and there he-
low us in the bed of a little brook and
partially covered by rocks and earth,
was the wreck of a box car. A step
farther and then--I don't know Just
what I did. Nellie says I caught her
about the waist and nearly hugged the
breath out of her; that $ laughed and
cried and then hugged her some more;
threw up my hat and yelled and acted
like a crazy man.
And who had a better right? I had
caught sight of the number on the end
of the old car. It was 5055. I couldn't
believe my eyes and I asked Nellie to
read the number to me.
"Why. you noonie, can't you read?
It is fifty fifty-five just as plain as~"
And then I went through the perform-
ance all over again.
That night I wired Motley: "Have
found 5055, particulars by mail. Shall
bring home a dear."
"Beg your pardon," said the opera-
tor, "but didn't you have a bad spell on
that last word?"
"Not on your life," said L
The presence of the old car down in
the deep gulch was easily explained.
There was no "bumper" at the end of
the spur and when the special had
crashed into the freight the car had
been pushed off the end of the. rails
and had gone down through the trees
out of sight unnoticed in the confusion
and darkness. Kelley was hurt and the
conductor of the freight laid off pend-
ing an investigation and so 5055 was
lost sight of altogether.
When I returned to my desk I was
given a grand ovation.
"How about that deer?" asked Mot-
ley.
"I will introduce you to her about
Christmas," I replied. And I did.
A SIBERIAN MAMMOTH.
Long Journey Undertaken to Bring
l~aek a Specimen.
In the early years of the century Just
past an ancient ice bank of a northern
Siberian river melted away more than
usual one summer, and there was re-
vealed the well-preserved carcass of a
long-haired, prehistoric ele2hantine
animal, whose race had been extinct
for unnumbered ages. The flesh was so
well preserved that when found wolves
were feeding upon it. The adjacent is-
lands of the Arctic ocean, indeed, have
long been noted for their "fossil ivory"
--the preserved tusks of these antedi-
luvian creatures that once rambled
over the grassy steppes of northern
Siberia and became extinct prior to
any human records. Lately the Acad-
emy of Sciences of St. Petersburg dis-
patched an expedition to recover the
remains of one of these mammoth ani-
mals. A recent tele'~ram from Ya-
kutsk sends information that this ex-
pedition is about to set out on an over-
land journey of 1,800 miles to secure
and bring one of these mammoth re-
mains. It is at Kolynsk, at the mouth
of the Kolina river on the Arctic coast
in about lattitude 70, near the extreme
northeastern border of fartherst Si-
beria. The land journey from Yakutsk
will take two and a half months. The
expedition expects to bring back a
specimen of this ancient genus, whose
hair, flesh and skin are quite perfectly
preserved, and even the undigested
food in its stomach.--Detroit Free
Press.
A TEMPORARY CROESUS.
Had 83,000,000 in His Pocket for
Single Minute.
H. T. Canfield, postmaster of Wich-
ita Falls, Texas, while in the city, vis-
ited the subtreasury, and had the de-
lightful sensation of being a million-
aire if only for a minute. He was al-
lowed to handle money to the extent
of $I,000,000, place it in his pocket and
walk about the inside portion of the
subtreasurer's office. "I'm nearly 60
years old," said Mr. Canfield. "I have
been handling money, my own, the
government's, and other persons for
nearly a half century, but I never had
as much money in my possession be-
fore at one time, and ~ never expect to
have that much again. The sensation
of being a millionaire, if only for a
minute, is peculiar. I, of course, swell-
ed up immediately, but only for a sec-
ond. When a person sees and-handles
a million or more of money in such
small packages as I did there is no
reason in the world why he shouldn't
be conceited. This condition in my
case, however, was short lived, and the
next minute I felt Just like a torn $2
bill that had been knocked about the
country for ages--that was, of course,
when they took that huge amount of
money away from me. I will go back
to Wichita Falls now and handle
postage stamps."--New Orleans Times-
Democrat.
Osndum and Carbon Lamps.
The relative efficiency of osmium
lamps and those using carbon has been
practically tested. On one circuit a
25-volt osmium lamp gave the same il-
lumination as a 100-volt carbon lamp,
but used only 40 per cent as much cur-
rent, and on another trial an osmium
lamp gave a light of twenty-candle
power, while a carbon lamp of the
same consumption gave only six-
candle power.
Bad Taste for ~ Widow.
it would be considdered bad taste for
a widow to wear at her second mar-
riage the ring used when she was first
a bride, After the second ceremony it
is proper, if she is so inclined, to wear
the two wedding rings; but it is like-
ly that the new husband would be bet-
ter pleased if she kept the first ring
out of hls sight.
In ?~b¢tana women may vote on lo-
cal taxation.
Most Eminent Sir Henry Bates Stod-
dard, who has been elevated from depu-
ty grand master to grand master of the
grand encampment of the United
States, Knights Templar, is a native
of New York, having been born in
Essex county in 1840. He has, how-
ever, been a resident of Texas since
his twenty-first year, and is now liv-
ing at Bryan. He had scarcely re-
moved to Texas when he took up arms
for the Smith, serving throughout the
war In the confederate army. He was
paroled May 15, 1865, at Jackson, Miss.,
having risen to the rank of captain
from a private. Since that time he
has been in the cotton and cattle busi-
ness. He is now one of the leading
cotton brokers of Texas. In the Texas
Volunteer Guard Mr. Stoddard was a
brigadier general from 1885 until 1893.
In 1867 Mr. Stoddard was prominent in
the relief of the yellow fever stricken
in Texas, remaining in the little town
o~ Millican when there were but three
people left who did not have the dis,
ease. He also did heroic work at Gal-
veston during that city's hour of need.
He is greatly beloved by his brother
knights.
j The palace of EmIieror William
I
in
Berlin has been kept in the condition
in which he left it. In the bedroom
there is still the simple iron bedstead
on which he always slept and on which
he died. It ts suggestive of his simple
tastes tn all respects.
Imp once meant a child. Shakes-
peare, speaking of the children in the
tower, calls them imps. Jeremy Tay-
lor, in one of his sermons, speaks of
"the beautiful imps that sang hosan-
HENRY BATES STODDARD. nas to the Savior in the temple."
l~omer= o~r Gi~er,r.
Some of the gifts recently made by
• ealthy American women to various
muses are as follows: Mrs. Joseph L.
Newcombe of New York, to Tulane
sniversity, $3,000,000; Mrs. P. D. Ar-
mour of Chicago, to Armour institute,
H,250,000; Mrs. Edna J. McPherson of
Newark, N. J., to Yale college, $750,-
}004 Mrs. H. R. Schley and Mrs. R. P.
Flower of New York, Jointly, to the
~own of Watertown, N. Y., $500,000;
Miss Helen Gould of New York, to va-
rious charities, $400,000; Mrs. Vaughan
Marquis of Ashland, Wis., to religion,
|300,000; Mrs. J. F. Ryan of New York,
Lo religion, $250,000; Mrs. Eugene Kel-
ly of Buffalo, to religion, $250,000; Mrs.
~mmons Blaine and Mrs. Cyrus Mc-
9ormick to the University of Chicago,
|250,000; Mrs. A. S. Greenspau of To-
peka, Kans., to various charities, $200,-
~00; Mrs. Louise Sober of Middleton,
~onn., to religion, $175,000; Mrs. Mar-
garet J. Bennett of Baltimore, to va-
rious charities, $150,000; Mrs. Mary
Shannon, of Newton, Mass., to various
colleges, $123,500; Mrs. G. S. Burbank,
af Fitchburg, Mass., to various chari-
ties, $120,000, and Mrs. F. H. Alms. o~
~ncinnati, to the University of Cin-
cinnati, $100,000.
No doubt an all-wise Providence has
put these various sums of money 'into
the hands of women for the purpose
af making them the almoners of di-
zinc bounty, and in lavishing so freely
apon their fellow creatures the wealth
I which God has entrusted to their keep-
i
ins they not only enjoy the satisfac-
tion of knowing that they live in
hearts made happier by their gifts, but
they experience the still greater re-
ward of knowing that the agencies for
good which they have set in" motion
will continue to operate for years to
come an to be the means of blessing
countless millions.
l~..~;Iand'~¢ ~erer~ntal .Error,
Almost daily some well-meanlng
Englishman expresses sincere surprise
that all his country's efforts to con-
ciliate American friendship do not suc-
ceed. He really cannot understand
why hostility to England should con-
tinually flame out in the United States
tie attributes that hostility to "school
histories," to "the Irish vote," to all
serM of causes save the true one. Wh~
fact is that all the unpleasant frlctiom,
between the two countries arise fro~
England's perennial failure to take a
definite position toward the American
~eople's fundamental principle of in-
ternational politics.
In the current Nineteenth Century
Samuel E. Moffett states that princi-
ple with a clearness that should carry
conviction to the British mind. "Th~
United States is," he says, "and . in-
tends to remain, the paramount pow-
er of the Western hemisphere. This
determination is ingrained in the fiber
of the American people. It has passed
beyond all possibility of alteration
For other powers the only question is
whether they will accept it or collide
with it. If this fundamental principle
be once accepted, no country will have
any trouble in maintaining harmonious
relations with the United States."
England's perennial error, the cause
of her failure to allay American suspi-
cion, is her failure to accept frankly
this principle. England seems unable
to realize that indifference of Amer-
icans to affairs outside their own hem-
isphere is conjoined with the most in-
tense interest in things inside. "In
diplomatic conferences affecting mat-
ters outside their own sphere," as Mr.
Moffett says, "they will usually be
found easy going, but in discussions
affecting the American continent they
are as hard as Krupp armor plate.
They would give np all of China more
willingly than a single inch of Alaska.
Here is the root of all serious dif-
ficulties between England and the
United States."
When a question affecting the he-
gemony of the United States in the
Americas has been brought to a con-
crete issue, England has always yield-
ed. as in the Venezuela case. But she
persists in academic denials .of that
hegemony, as in Lord Lansdowne's re-
cent note rejecting the senate amend-
ments to the Hay-Pauncefote treaty.
Other European powers have been cOn-
tent with one experiment with Amer-
ican feeling on this subject. France,
for example, has given no trouble
since her Mexican experience. Russia
wisely removed practicall,y'~all chance
of friction by selling Alaska and re-
tiring from the Americas. But Eng-
land is always getting in our way and
blustering when politely asked to get
out.
"It is unfortunate," as Mr. Moffett
says, "that the obstruction on the
track of the American express has al-
most always been an English one."
But such is the fact, and it is to be
hoped that Mr. Moffett's article will
lead Englishmen to some serious
thought on the point. His statements
can be unqualifiedly indorsed as cor-
rectly representing the American at-
titude.
l~crea~e of A utomobile.t.
Apropos of the 500-mi,l,e automobile
run from New York to Buffalo, in
which 100 vehicles started, Mr. J. A.
Kingman, writing in the current Re-
view of Reviews, compares the manu-
!acture and use of automobiles in Eu-
rope and America.
The primacy for adventure and orig-
inality in developing the industry be-
longs, of course, to the French. But
Mr. Kinsman thinks the amount al-
ready invested in the production of au-
tomobiles in America is greater than
the amount ever invested here in the
production of bicycles. One hundred
and fifty firms are scheduled, and while
ten probably do 90 per cent of the bus-
iness, fifty of the whole number have
turned out practical machines for the
market. A considerable export trade
is also carried on from this country to
Europe.
Paris leads all other cities in the
number of its motor vehicles. Last
year over 5,000 motor carriages were
registered and about 11,000 motor cy-
cles of one sort and another. It is es-
timated that there are in New York
1,500 automobiles, in Chicago 450, in
Boston 370, in Philadelphia 340, and
"about 8,000 motor vehicles of all
types" in this country. Apparently the
number of motor cycles--of the bicycle,
tricycle, or other pattern--on this side
of the water is small. Within the last
two years the steam carriage has sud-
denly come to the fore in America, hut
the electric and gasoline types have in
no sense lost recognitl~.
Mr. Kingman states the great di-
lemma of the manufacturers to be
whether the automobile shall "be de-
veloped to run over rough roads" and
be subjected to corresponding struc-
tural and speed limitations, or wheth-
er the roads shall'be improved to meet
a reasonable automobile standard.
"Certainly the latter," is his demand,
and the public will agree with him.
The late Empress Frederick left sev-
enteen grandsons and only three
grand-daughters.
a Rocl efeller.
Miss Abbie G. Aldrich, whose en-
gagement to the only son of John D.
Rockefeller has Just been formally an-
nounced, has a charming personality, i
~nd has been a g~eat favorite in east-
ern society since her debut three years
ago. Young Mr, Rockefeller first met
her four years ago, when he was at-
tending Brown University at Provi-
dence. It is said to have been a case
of love at first sight. Miss Aldrich iS
the second daughter of Senator and
Mrs. Aldrich of Rhode Island, and her
relatives include former Congressma~
Aldrich of Chicago, Judge Aldrich of
the Massachusetts Supreme court,
Thomas Baily Aldrich, the author;
Judge Aldrich of Georgia, and Jud~
Aldrich of th~ Callforala Supre~e
court, . .............................
