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The fear that monev will bemade tight by the withdrawal ofmore than $100, 000,000 from circulation to pay for the new issue ofgovernment bonds is not shared bythe posted financiers, says the Lincoln Journal. Thev sav that thesafety deposit vaults of the countrywill turnisli a large proportion ofthe gold required by thegovermentVery little money that is out doingregular work in commerce andearning 5 to 10 per cent has beencalled in for investment in bonds.

WhEN Gov. Holcomb gets readyto devote a few hours to investigation of the condition of affairs atthe Soldiers Home, thinsrs will belively. Adjutant Mart Howe hasbeen collecting data, so he says, andunless the srovernor gives him anopportunity to vindicate himself hepromises to take the matter beforethe Board ot Public Land andBuildings and make-som- e rich dis-

closures. The governor has in factpromised an investisration and itmay take place at any time. GrandIsland Independent.

About one year ago Clevelandand Carlisle told Americans therewas no need to applv. Thev weregoing to sell 4 per cent bonds to anEnglish syndicate of gold bugs for104. They did so, and paid them abonus of from eisfht to twelve million dollars. They would have repeated the act had it not been forthe public press. Just set it downto the credit of the newspapers ofthe land that they have not onlygiven the world a fair knowledge ofour resources, but thev have savedin actual cash to the treasury notless than fourteen million dollars.It'is an amount worth mentioning.

Inter Ocean.

The Grand Island Independentof last "Wednesday says: "Hon.Jack McCall stepped off the U. P.train long enough to-da- y to informa reporter of the Independent tbathe was a candidate for governor".

ick has a host of admiring GrandIsland friends." This is the first'officiaV'announcement we have seen

of Mr. MaCall's candidacy, and wepresume his boom will shortly beformally launched. "Whether thepopular "Jack" can command thestrength lie had two years ago inthe eastern part of the state remains to be seen, but we presumethat as there are so many otherstrong candidates in the field he willnot have quite so strong a following--.

Secretary Smith favors the foreclosure of the government mortgageon the Pacific railroads and the saleof the property to a company thatwill give3 per cent first mortgagebonds on it and agree to makesmall annual payment on tue principal. But the trouble is that thegovernment lien is subject to aprior one that is almost, if notquite, equal to the value of theproperty; and it is doubtful if anyresponsible company will assumehis prior load of indebtedness.

and give anything additional to thegovernment. The matter ouglitto be settled in some way, however,ana it :s to oe nopea tnat tne present congress'will hit upon a satisfactory plan for the purpose. Ex,

there are several ways ot sustaining populist papers'in Nebraska. Here in Jincoln county thepopulist commissioners makeyearly donation of from S1200 to$1500 per year to keep the "organ"in blowing order. But in Lancas- -

er county thecondi Lions are different and other measures are adopted.Down there the state institutionsare mannaged by populists and assessments are made against mana- -

rs, girl clerks and others for thesupport of the populist newspaper.vjiris drawing ziu per month areassessed one dollar, the amount ofthe assessment varying1 with thesalary. This mode of doing business is hardly in keeping with theclaims ot tne populists, who averhey are the friends of the poor and

the uplifters of the down-trodde- n.

"The crentleman from Washinc- -

ton" is a very imaginative cuss, and1. A U 1 I

ucvuica tuubu opav.c iu.5 L W CCK illhis Valuable Paper to a local itempublished in The Tribune relativeto the proposed reduction in waterrents and the-effe-ct it might haveon lawn sprinkling. In that item itwas distinctly stated that no de-

fense of the water company wasbeing made, and such, was a fact,hence no consideration will be giventhe twaddle written by the "gentle-man from Washington." On thequestion of the city purchasing thewater-plan-

t, The Tribune is infavot of the move on these condi-

tions: That the price paid be the

actual value of the plant, and thattne water commissioner or supermtendent be appointed or elected, fora term of three or five years. If thisofficial be subject to change witheach new council, we can never expect to have an efficient man incnarere or the pjant. Kunninjr awater system in a successful manner requires experience, and it weare to put in a new man eachspring, disastrous results are certain to follow.

' A WISH. "Death, when I die, I pray thee let It be

In autumn, when across the spiky furseThere floats the film of silver gossamers

In early autucn, when the cherry treoIs touched with flame, tho Leech with russet

gold.And o'er the fallow field and purple leaThe starlings scream, while swallows put to

Eca,And woolly mists hang light on wood and wold.Now, when no sound is heard, unless it wore

The thud of acorns on the wrinkled earth,While thoughts of summer linger in tho air.

Sweet with the smell of apples now, whenmirth

Is still as grief, and peace is everywhere,Bring me, O death, into the arms of birth!

London Spectator.

FALSE DAWN.

No man will ever know the exacttruth of this story, though women maywhisper it to ono another after a dancewhen they are putting up their hair forthe night and comparing lists of vic-

tims. A man of course cannot assist atthese functions. So the tale must betold from the outside, in the dark allwrong.

Never praise a sister to a sister in thehope of your compliments reaching theproper ears and so preparing the wayfor you later on. Sisters are womenfirst, and sisters afterward and you willfind that you do yourself harm. Sau-marez knew this when he made up hismind to propose to the elder Miss Cop-leig- h.

Saumarez was a strange man,with few merits so far as men could see,though he was popular with women andcarried enough conceit to stock a vice-roy's council and leave a little over forthe commander in chief's staff. He wasa civilian. Very many women took aninterest in Saumarez, perhaps becausehis manner to them was offensive. Ifyou hit a pony over the nose at the out-set of your acquaintance, he may notlove you, but he will take a deep inter-est in your movements ever afterward.The elder MiEs Copleigh was nice,plump, winning and pretty. The young-er was not so pretty, and from men dis-

regarding the hint set forth above herstyle was repellent and unattractive.Both girls had practically the same fig-

ure, and there was a strong likeness be-

tween them in look and voice, thoughno one could doubt for an instant whichwas tho nicer of the two.

Saumarez made up his mind as soonas they came into the station from Be-h- ar

to marry the elder one. At least weall made sure that he would, whichcomes to the same thing. She was twoand twenty, and he was 83, with payand allowances of nearly 1,400 rupees amonth. So the match, as we arrangedit, was in every way a good one. Sau-marez was his name, and summary washis nature, as a man once said. Havingdrafted his resolution, he formed a se-

lect committee of one to sit upon it andresolved to take his time. In our un- -pleasantslang the Copleigh girls "hunt-ed in couples" that is to say, youcould do nothing with one without theother. They were very loving sisters,but their mutual affection was sometimes inconvenient Saumarez held thebalance hair true between them, andnone nut nimseir could nave said towhich side his heart inclined, thoughevery one guessed. He rode with thema good deal and danced with them, buthe never succeeded in detaching themfrom each other for any length of time.

Women said that the two girls kepttogether through deep mistrust, eachfearing that the other would steal amarch on her. But that has nothing to i

do with a man. Saumarez was silentfor good or bad and us businesslikely attentive as he could be, having due re-

gard to his work and his polo. Beyonddoubt both girls were fond of him.

As the hot weather drew nearer andSaumarez made no sign women saidthat yon could see their trouble in theeyes of the girls ; that they were lookingstrained, anxious and irritable. Men arequite blind in these matters unless theyhave more of the woman than the manin their composition, in which case itdoes not matter what they eay or think.I maintain it was the hot April daysthat took the color out of the Copleighgirls' cheeks. They should have beensent to the hills early. No one, man orwoman, feels an angel when the hotweather is approaching. The youngersister grew more cynical not to say ;

acid in her ways, and the winningnessof the elder wore thin. There was more

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effort in it. I

Now, the station wherein all thesethings happened was, though not a littleone, off the line of rail and sufferedthrough want of attention. There wereno gardens or lianas or amusementsworth speaking of, and it was nearly aday's journey to come into Lahore for adance. People were grateful for smallthings to interest them.

About the beginning of May and justbefore the final exodus of hill goers,when the weather was very hot andthere were not more than 30 people ipthe station, Saumarez gave a moonlightriding picnic at an old tomb six milesaway near the bed of the river. It was a ;

"Noah's ark" picnic, and there was to :

be the usual arrangement of quartermile intervals between each couple on i

account of the du3t. Six couples camealtogether, including chaperons. Moonlight picnics are useful jnst at the veryeBd of th?LBe?? b8J;re ?" jh?

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Jstandings and should be encouraged bychaperons, especially those whose girlslook sweetest in riding habits. I knew acase once. Hut tnat is anotner story.That picnic was called the "great poppicnic" necause every one Knew &au-- 1

marez would propose then to the eldestMiss Copleigh, and besides his affairthere was another which might possiblycome to happiness. The social atmos-phere was heavily charged and wantedclearing.

We met at the parade ground at 10.The night was fearfully hot The horsessweated even at walking pace, but anything was better than sitting still in ourown dark houses. When wa moved offunder the full moon, we were fourcouples, one triplet Mr. Saumarez rodewith the Copleigh girls, and I loitlfred

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at the tail of the procession wonderingwith whom Saumarez would ride home.Everyone was happy and contented, butwe all felt that things were going tohappen. We rode slowly, and it wasnearly midnight before wo reached theold tomb facing the ruined tank in thedecayed gardens where wo were goingto eat and drink. I was lato in comingup, and before I went into the garden Isaw that the horizon to the north car-ried a faint, dun colored feather. Butno one would have thanked me for spoil-ing so well managed an entertainmentas this picnic, and a dust storm more orless does no great harm.

We gathered by the tank. Some onehad brought out a banjo, which is amost sentimental instrument, and threeor four of us sang. You must not laughat this. Onr amusements in out of theway stations are very few indeed. Thenwe talked in groups or together, lyingunder the trees with the sun baked rosesdropping their petals on our feet untilsupper was ready. It was a beautifulsupper, as cold and as iced as you couldwish, and we staid long over it.

I had felt that the air was growinghotter and hotter, but nobody seemed tonotice it until the moon went out and aburning hot wind began lashing thoorange trees with a sound like the noiseof the sea. Before we knew where wewere the dust storm was on us, andeverything was roaring, whirling dark-ness. The supper tablo was blown bodi-ly into the tank. We were afraid ofstaying anywhere near the old tomb forfear it might be blown down. So wefelt our way to the orange trees wherethe horses were picketed and waited forthe storm to blow over. Then the littlelight that was left vanished, and youcould not see your hand before yourface. The air was heavy with dust andsand from tho bed of the river that filledboots and pockets and drifted downnecks and coated eyebrows and mustaches. It was one of the worst duststorms of the year. We were all huddledtogether close to the trembling horses,with the thunder chattering overheadand the lightning spurting like waterfrom a sluice all ways at once. Therewas no danger, of course, unless thohorses broke loose. I was standing withmy head down wind and my handsover my mouth, hearing the treesthrashing each other. I could not seewho was next me till the flashes came.Then I found that I was packed nearSaumarez and the elder Miss Copleigh,with my own horse just in front of me.Lxecognized the elder Miss Copleigh be-

cause she had a pngri round her helmet,and the younger had not All the elec-tricity in the air had gone into mybody, and I was quivering and tinglingfrom head to foot, exactly as a cornshoots and tingles before rain. It was agrand storm. The wind seemed to bopicking up the earth and pitching it toleeward in great heaps, and the heatbeat up from the ground like the heat ofthe day of judgment.

The storm lulled slightly after thefirst half hour, and I heard a despairinglittle voice close to my ear saying toitself, quietly and softly as if some lostsoul were flying about with the wind, i

"Oh, my God!" Then the younger Missuopieign stum Died into my arms, say-ing: "Where is my horse? Get my horse.I want to go home. I want to go home.Take me home."

I thought that the lightning and theblack darkness had frightened her, so Isaid there was no danger, but she mustwait till the storm blew over. She an-

swered : "It is not that. It is not that.I want to go home. Oh, take, me awayfrom here."

I said that she could not go till thelight came, but I felt her brush past meand go away. It was too dark to seewhere. Then the whole sky was splitopen with one tremendous flash, as ifthe end of the world were coming, andall the women shrieked.

Almost directly after this I felt aman's hand on my shoulder and heardSaumarez bellowing in my ear. Throughthe rattling of the trees and howling of '

the wind I did not catch his words at ;

once, but at last I heard him say: 'I'veproposed to the wrong one. What shall ,

I dor" Saumarez had no occasion to I

make this confidence to me. I was never i

a friend of his, nor am I now, but Ifancy neither of us was ourself justthen. He was shaking as he stood withexcitement, and I was feeling queer allover with the electricity. I could notthink of anything to say except, "Morefool you for proposing in a dust storm."But I did not see how that would im-

prove the mistake.Then he shouted, "Where's Edith,

Edith Copleigh?" Edith was the young-er sister. I answered out of my astonishment, "What do you want with her?""Would you believe it, for the next twominutes he and I wero shouting at eachother like maniacs, ho vowing that itwas the younger sister he had meant topropose to all along, and I telling himtill my throat was hoarse that he musthave made a mistake. I can't accountfor this except, again, by the fact thatwe were neither of us ourselves. Every-thing seemed to me like a bad dream,from the stamping of the horses in thedarkness to Saumarez telling me thestory of his loving Edith Copleigh sincethe first. He was still clawing my shoul-der and begging me to tell him whereEdith Copleigh was when another lullcame and brought light with it, and wesaw the dust cloud forming on the plainin front of us. So we knew the worstwas over. The moon was low down, andthere was just like the glimmer of thefalse dawn that comes about an hourbefore the real one. But the light wasvery faint, and the dun cloud roared likea bull. I wondered where Edith Cop-

leigh had gone, and as I was wonderingI saw three things together : First, MaudCopleigh's face came smiling out of thedarkness and moved toward Saumarez,who was standing by me I heard the ?girl whisker, "George," and slide herarm through the arm that was not claw-ing my shoulder, nnd I saw that look onher face which only comes once or twice ;

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turns into cloud because she loves andis loved at the same time I saw Sau-mare- z's

face as he heard Maud Cop-leigh- 's

voice, and 50 yards away fromthe clump of orange trees I saw a brownholland habit getting upon a horse.

It must have been my state of over-exoitem- ent

that made me so quick tomeddle with what did not concern me.Saumarez was moving off to the habit,but I pushed him back and said : "Stophere and explain. I'll fetch her back. "And I ran out to get at my own horse.I had a perfectly unnecessary notion thateverything must be done decently andin order and that Saumarez's first carewas to wipe the happy look out of MaudCopleigh's face. All the time I waslinking up the curb chain I wonderedhow he would do it.

I cantered after Edith Copleigh, think-ing to bring her back slowly on somepretense or another. But she gallopedaway as soon as she saw me, and I wasforced to ride after her in earnest. Shecalled back over her shoulder: "Goaway. I'm going home. Oh, go away!"two or three times, but my business wasto catch her first and argue later. Theride just fitted in with the rest of the evildream. The ground was very bad andnow and again we rushed through thewhirling, choking "dust devils" in theskirts of the flying storm. There was aburning hot wind blowing that broughtup a stench of stale brick kilns with it,and through the half light and throughthe dust devils across that desolate plainflickered the brown holland habit on thegray horse. She headed for the stationat first. Then she wheeled round and setoff for the river through beds of burneddown jungle grass, bad even to ride pigover. In cold blood I should never havedreamed of going over such a countryat night, but it seemed quite right andnatural with the lightning cracklingoverhead and a reek like the smell ofthe pit in my nostrils. I rode and shouted, and she bent forward and lashed herhorse, and the aftermath of the duststorm came up and caught us both anddrove us downward like pieces of paper.

I don't know how far we rode, butthe drumming of the horse hoofs, and theroar of the wind, and the race of theblood red moon through the yellow mistseemed to have gone on for yoars andyears, and I was literally drenched withsweat from my helmet to my gaiterswhen the gray stumbled, recovered himself and drew up dead lame. My brutewas used up altogether. Edith Copleighwas in a sad state, plastered with dust,her helmet off and crying bitterly."Why can't you let me alone?" shesaid. "I only wanted to got away andgo home. Oh, please let me gol"

"You have got to come back with me,Miss Copleigh. Saumarez has somethingto say to you."

It was a foolish way of putting it, butI hardly knew Miss Copleigh, andthough I wa3 playing providence at thecost of my horse I could not tell her inas many words what Saumarez had toldme. I thought he could do that betterhimself. All her pretense about beingtired and wanting to go home brokedown, and sbe rocked herself to and froin the saddle as she sobbed, and the hotwind blew her black hair to leeward. Iam not going to repeat what she said,because she was utterly unstrung.

This, if you please, was the cynicalMis3 Copleigh. Here was. I, almost anutter stranger to her, trying to tell herthat Saumarez loved her, and she wasto come back and hear him say so. I be-

lieve I made myself understood, for shegathered the gray together and madehim hobble somehow, and we set off forthe tomb, while the storm went thun-dering down to Umballa, and a few bigdrops of warm rain fell. I found outthat she had been standing close to Sau--marez when he proposed to her sisterand had wanted to go home to cry inpeace, as an English girl should. Shedabbed her eyes with her pocket hand-kerchief as we went along and babbledto me out of sheer lightness of heartand hysteria. That was perfectly un- -

natural, and yet it seemed all right atthe time and in the place. All the worldwas only the two Copleigh girls, Sau--marez and I, ringed in with the light- -ning and the dark, and the guidance ofthis misguided world seemed to lie inmy hands.

When we returned to the tomb in thedeep, dead stillness that followed thestorm, the dawn was just breaking, andnobody had gono away. They werewaiting for our return, Saumarez mostof all. His face was white and drawn.As Miss Copleigh and I limped up, hecame forward to meet us, and when hehelped her down from her saddle, hekissed her before all the picnic. It waslike a scene in a theater, and the like-ness was heightened by all the dustwhite, ghostly looking men and womenunder the orange trees clapping theirhands, as if they were watching a play,at Saumarez's choice. I never knew any-thing so un-Engli- sh in my life.

Lastly Saumarez said we must all gohome, or the station would come out tolook for us, and would I be good enoughto ride home with Maud Copleigh. Noth-ing would givo me greater pleasure, Isaid.

So we formed up, six couples in all,and went back two by two, Saumarezwalking at the side of Edith Copleigh,who was riding his horse.

The air was cleared, and little by lit-tle as the sun rose I felt we were alldropping back again into ordinary menand women and thai the "great poppicnic" was a thing altogether apartand out of the world, never to happenagain. It had gone with the duststormand the tingle of the hot air.

I felt tired and limp and a good dealashamed of myself as I went in for abath and Fomo sleep.

There is a woman's version of thisBtory, but it will never be written, un-less Maud Copleigh cares to try. Rudard Kipling.

His SabtprfHge.'Tjw? Iaava l--J nnlnnn rw1uwa uus) jjuuaiui3 uu earn juu

were going to New York on legal busi-aes- s,

and you went and got married.""Well, isn't getting married legal

(rasineeB?" Chicago Record.

1h9 "Waekt Am Khels.""

Of the martial Eongs more particular-ly connected with the various periods ofBtorm and stress in Germany, cno ofthe most celebrated is that of the Rhine,composed by Becker, and answered byAlfred de Musset in other well knownverses. Tho "Wacht am Rhein," byMax Schnockenburger, was composedabout the same period as the Rhinosong, but attained its widest popularityduring tho war of 1870. Unlike Beck-

er's song, it cannot boast of having beenset to music by 70 composers.

The patriotic song of "Deutechland,Deufschlafld uber Alles" was the work ofthe popular writer, poet, philologist andhistorian August Hoffmann, who wasborn at Fallersleben in the year 1798.For a timcwe find him acting as librari-an and later as professor at the Univer-sity of Breslau, but the liberal tendencyof some of his writings caused him, in1838, to be deprived of his professorialchair. For many years he was librarianto the Duke of Batibor, and died inthis sheltered post in 1874. The Germannational.anthem, "Heil Dir im Sieger-kranz- ,"

was written originally for thebirthday of Christian VH, king of Den-

mark, by a Holstein clergyman. Thowcrds were written to the air of "GodSave the King" in 1790, and a fewyears later were modified for Prussianuse. Chambers' Journal.

The Boers.The Beers aro a race of hunters, as

well as pastoralists, and the TransvaalBoers especially have been engaged in awar of extermination (lamentable to thelover of animal life) against every spe-

cies of wild beast Numbers of themhave been occupied eve since boyhoodin the hunting of elephants, buffaloes,lions, rhinoceroses and other heavygame. They have practically exterminat-ed the elephant south of tho Zambezi,and the buffalo is becoming very scarce.No man who understands South Africanhunting can pretend to say that thechase of these animals is not a danger-ous one, requiring the highest qualitiesof nerve and courage. I will not saythat the average Boer hunter will, byway of recreation, face the lion singlehanded in the way that the great Eng-lish hunters Selous, Oswell, Vardon,Gordon-Cummin- g, Baldwin and others

have accustomed us to. Few hunters,indeed, are so quixotic The Boer treatsthe lion as dangerous vermin, if possi-ble obtains help from his fellows, andas a matter of business slays him by avolley. But hundreds of Boers haveslain lions single handed, and hundredshave been manled and even killed bylions. London Globe.

Pickett and tho British.In one of the most serious disputes

the United States has had with GreatBritain over a boundary question a "Vi-rginian bore the most prominent part inpreventing British encroachment. "We

refer to the San Juan island incident.The Virginian was Captain George E.Pickett of the United States army, aft-erward General Pickett of the Confed-erate army. In 1856, during the disa-greement anent the northwest boundary,Captain Pickett, with 60 men, was or-

dered to occupy the island, and SirJames Douglass sent three British war-ships to eject him from his position.Pickett bade defiance to this show offorce, threatening to fire upon anytroops that attempted to land from thevessels, and a clash of arms was onlyprevented by the timely arrival of theBritish admiral, by whose orders thematter of endeavoring to take possessionof the island vi et armis war postponed.Subsequently Pickett wasand the danger of hostilities blew over.For his conduct on this occasion CaptainPickett was highly complimented byGeneral Harney, and the legislature' ofWashington territory passed resolutionsof thanks to him. Richmond Dispatch.

How to Make a Handle Stick.Handles will get loose, do what you

will, says The Wheel, and some timeor other they will part company withthe bar. Forty ways to cement them onhave been exploited as many differenttimes in the columns of tho wheel pa-

pers, but tho average sticker on of han-dles makes the mistake of smearing thecement over the handle bar instead ofplacing it inside the handle, the conse-quence being that the handle whenforced on, pushes up the cement, whichforms in an unsightly ring round theend of the handle. The proper way is tomelt a little cement, pour it into themouth of the handle while tho latter isbeing revolved, so as to make it runround, warm the end of the handle bar,but not sufficiently to injure tho corkor celluloid, ana pnsn tne Handle on.The handle bar will thus tend to carrythe cement farther in, and there will benone visible round the outside. Ex-change.

Success In Society.The secret of success in society is a

certain heartiness and sympathy. A manwho is not happy in company cannotfind any word in his memory that willfit the occasion ; all his information isa little impertinent. A man who ishappy there finds in overy turn of theconversation occasions for the introduc-tion of what ho has to say. The favor-ites of society aro able men, and ofmore spirit than wit, who have no un-

comfortable egotism, but who exactlyfill the hour and company, contentedand contenting. Emerson.

Masters of the World.Simple words, short maxims, homely

truths, old sayings, aro the masters ofthe world. Great reformations, greatrevolutions in society, great eras in hu-man progress and improvement, startfrom good words, right words, sound"words, spoken in the fitting timo, andfinding their way to human hearts aseasily as the birds find their homes.D. March.

Strong? In Her Specialty."My wife is a great linguist.""How many languages does she

--speak?""Just one." Town Topics.

What Started tho right.APhiladelphia man was arrested on a

warrant, charged with assault and bat-tery on his wife, and was taken to thecentral station for a hearing. His wife,on her oath, said he beat her so badlythat she was detained in bed two days.When Magistrate South asked him --whyhe had beaten his wife, the prisonersaid, "Well, judge, you see, I oneriedthe door and threw my hat inside to seeif it would be welcomed, and when shethrew it out I was so mad that I wentiosifl and licked hsr."