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::m».wrz~umv M. w-.. . . . .. ;.. n-. r;-... ~. «um-x. . y wmmnmzmwm mm~k.mmmLm tmz‘mrmwl A ,1 .4, L".‘-I'm~.v“ «2 av *‘x M ' \I x; \r \/ \ll u! \v w. x,» \I ‘I+_ . winâ€"o .- o .50. u a s ,9. o o. .u. I . {\I'\.' '0’.\ Ni‘mOI-ARI’ ."\.l\ 4‘ 1'0 x “3?.” .1: I" I 1 \ ; _.....,;,..- Pipes lflhatfééé a sees 9 v Christmas Day dawned on I-Iilyard in a Boer prison. The jail was a long. low building of corrugated iron, enclosed within a nichcd stockade surrounded by a," trench through which the town drain ran, this be- ing in its savory turn bordered by barbed wire. Sentries patrolled here, and the click of the Mauser breech proclaimed the vigilance of the Transvaalers who mounted guard in the courtyard within the stock- ode. ' -"‘I wonder if they knows at ’ome as wot we’ve bin copped?” said one man, a sharp, alert Londoner, with a. twang of Kentish Town, between ' gulps of the dirty water with which he closed his meal. "Sure to! Why, you bloomin’ looney," ,said'another, “wot are desâ€" patches for, an’ telegraph orlices. an’ noosepapcrs, if they don’t know?" And then, like poor, forlorn things, they all fellâ€"these prison menâ€"to telling stories about home. “Men” said Ililyard, sitting up with a struggle and looking around . at the dirty, hopeless faces, and the gaunt, starving figures of his fellow captives. “We have. shared and shared alike, so far, save in one par- ticular”â€"he flushed as he looked down at the filthy mattress that inâ€" terposed between his body and the filthier earthen floorâ€"“but fronrthe worst days there has been something which I have keptt o~myse1f.” He fumbled with a shaking hand in the bosom of his dirty khaki tunic and brought out something long hidden between the lining. and the stuff. “You see, it’s a new pipe,” he said, with a last weak effort; full of tobac- co, as you see. Take it and smoke it between you; but read the writâ€" ing on the slip of paper firstâ€"mind you give it back to me afterward, thoughâ€"and you'll understand why I -â€"â€"” He lay down and turned his face to the wall in silence. Eager voices rose up about him; the pipe was handed from one to another, smelt at, worshipped, dandlcd by each in turn. .“Blessed saints!" came from the Irishman, breaking the silence: “let me hould ut in me hands!“ “Spell out the writin’ on the slip of paper round the bowl, Ginger,” ordered Trooper Snitchey. Ginger deciphercd,‘ with moving lips and anxious eyes: “Iâ€"hopeâ€"you -â€"willâ€"enjoyâ€"thisâ€"pipeâ€"darling Iâ€" filledâ€"itâ€"myselfâ€"Alice.” “ ’18 gal!” telegraphed Trooper Snitchey. The intelligence volted from one to another, until, the circuit of the cell complete, every eye turned on the motionless figure of Hilyard. “Filled it herself wid her own blesâ€" sed little linger! * * * Mary help her, the poor young crayture!” crooned the Irishman. another with a glance, and, though there was not a mouth that did not water for the luxury, Hilyard was roused by his pipe being, not un- gently. thrust back into his hand. "Take ut' back, sorr! What would wan pipe be among six starvin’ Am- alekites? A dhrop in the ocean!” “Wot’s one suck, or even two, to a starvin’ ~bloke? Wot I wants is to find a ’bacca factory afire an’ put my mouth to the chimbley shaft!" “Take it back, sir!” they chorused. “Thank you, men,” said I-lilyard, brokenly. “If ever we get out of this infernal place I’ll stand you a three-pound tin apiece of the best to- bacco that’s to be had in rememâ€" brance of this day." By noon of the next day the dirty little Boer town was in the hands of the English, the commando garrisonâ€" ing it had fled, and the prisoners were free. V Two months later Hil~ yard landed from a King’s transport ship at Southampton Docks. A few hours more-and lie was in London. The pipe was in his inner breast pocket but a great anxiety was in his heart that beat against it. He had cabled and written to his prom- ised wife to announce 'he news of his delivery from cgptivity. of his speedy return on leave from “the front”â€"â€"but he had received no anâ€" swer. Perhaps she had written! If so, the letter must travel all the way back to England to reach Hil- yard with its happy welcome. long after reunion with the writer. He could bear the disappointment now, when a fast hansom was carrying him to Gloucester Gate, when a. few miles more, perhaps, would give Alice to his arms again. "This 'ouse? No. 00?" said the cabman. huskily through the roof trap. “The number you gev’ me. but there’s a board up, ‘To Let.’ ” The blankness of disappointment visible in Hilyard's face made him "add: _“If I was you, sir, I’d ring 1111' question the caretaker. I’er’aps she knows the family’s new address.” And Hilyard rang the servants' bell, and a dingy woman came to the door. “The family left three months ago" she said. and wiped her eyes. which were quite dry, with her dingy ap- ron. “No. they didn’t leave no ad- dress: they left in a ’urry. One of the two ladies died. an’ after thr funeral the other took ’er Mar away abroad. both being cut up that dreadful about the death. Which of the two young Indies? The youngest it was, an” a sweet, pretty dear! . ..., _ .~ .,. They consulted one . ,An’ all the furniture's stored. an’ I’m quite certain as I never 'eard where they’d gone, except just gener- ally the mention of abroad: but the cemetery where the young lady was buried was Highwoodâ€"~and I’m told no expense was spared * * *an’ such a beautiful sculptured monument he- spoke that. it wouldn’t be ready, the undertaker’s man told my niece for six months to come * * *" I-Iilyard thrust a. sovereign into the woman's hand and stumbled dowu the steps. "Highwood Cemetery,” he said to the cabman, and the cabman muttered, " ’It's ’ard, poor bloke!” as he whipped up his home. It was a long drive to IIighwood Cemetery, but they got there before the great gates closed for the day, and a man in black with a red nose consulted a register and found the name and told I-Iilyard to come this way. And presently they were standing by a. grave, with a board at the head of it on which a, number was painted, and the custodian was repeating the caretaker-s story about the expensive monument that would not be ready for six months to come. His hand- was ready for Iâ€"Iilyard's money. and at Hilyard’s request he shambled away and left him alone. The grass was beautifully green a1â€" rcady, and a wreath of hothouse flowers, not quite faded, lay upon it. Hilyard had not the slightest doubt as to 'who lay beneath. I-Ie re- proached her, but only once. "Oh, Alice, you might have waited until I came home!” hesaid. Then he took two things out of his pockâ€" etsâ€"the untouched, unsmokcd pipe, with the slip of paper round it, and a Mauser revolver, loaded. He meant to smoke that pipe out. and then follow Alice. He knew it was wicked, but things had been too tough. He could not bear any more. So he lighted the pipe; The tobac- co was very dry and burned quickly; there was nothing in the bowl but ash in a. few minutes. Then he knocked the ashes out and put the pipe back in his pocket. and took up the revolver; But a voice he knew cried out his name, and, with a terâ€" rible shock 0f joy, he saw the living, loving Alice standing near him. dres sed ib mourning, and holding a wreath of white flowers in her hand. MHâ€" KIPLING’S PRAYER WHEN ILL. Repeated “Now I Lay Near Death. Bishop Brewster of the Episcopal diocese of Connecticut in his talk to Yale students one “Robust Religious Faith,” recently, cited for them the case of Rudyard Kipling when he was critically ill in New York. He said: “I suppose you young men are more or less readers of Rudyard Kip- ling. There is no name in English literature that stands more truly for masculinity that Kipling. In fact, he is said to be not ladylike enough to suit some of his critics. The story that I am to relate about Kipling, and I suppose none of you have heard it, comes to me first hand and shows the strong, vigorous faith which is back of the man's writings. “A trained nurse was watching at the bedside of Mr. Kipling during those moments when the author was in the most critical stage of sickness and she noticed that his lips began to move. She bent over him, think- ing he ,wanted. to say something to her, andjshe heard him utter these words: ‘Now~ I lay me down to sleep,’ that old familiar prayer of childhood days. The nurse, realizâ€" ing that Mr. Kipling didn’t require her services, said in an apologetic whisper: ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Kipling. I thought you -wanted something.’ - " ‘I do,’ faintly observed Kipling. ‘I want my heavenly Father. He only can care for me now.’ “It is this masculine,. robust reliâ€" gious faith that”. we see in Kipling’s writings,” added Bishop Brewster, “and it is a faith‘ which the young men of Yale University may well carry with them in the performance of their daily work. .__._+.___. MOTORS FOR CHILDREN. Motor-cars are now being made in New York for the children of the rich. The millionaire’s baby, who has passed beyond the perambulator stage may now enjoy its daily out- ings in a miniature electric Victoria, 'Me.’.’ When which is supposed to be capable of- management by children of four or five years old. The wheel of a “ba- by Victoria,” is but a foot in diam- eter, and the seat is but a foot square. Its cost, however, is not at all in proportion to its dimensions. â€"â€"â€"â€"-+ RECRUITING FOR MALITIES . Major Arthur' Grifliths says the method is exceedingly cumbrous. and is a curious illustration of the redâ€" tape routine that obtains wherever the War Ofilce rules. The recruit.’s name has to be entered some sixty- two times, the signatures of superior officers are given twenty-nine times in each particular case, and a bulky parcel of documents has been got ready by the time each man is'ripe to take the oath. .____-+__ __ » TRAIN STOPPED BY BAILIFFS. The other day, just as a train was about to leave Kutas in Hungary, for Palfalva, an official appeared and put- seals on the wheels of the en- gine, The passengers had to get off and walk. The company was 296 crowns in arrears in payment of taxes. Next day the taxes were paid and the train proceeded. _â€" PUNISHED BY SPANKING IN A TORONTO PRISON. Dark Cell Not Permitted.â€" Opinions of Ofiicials on the Subject. “What is your method of dealing With'refractory prisoners ‘2” “I whip them,” was the laconic answer. " In reply to the same question, put to the head official of another and similar institution, the answer was: “011, we keep them in solitary conâ€" finement three to five days, and feed them on nothing but bread and water. They generally come to their senses in that time, and we have but little more trouble with them." These, then, are two different methâ€" ods in vogue in the two principal punitive institutions in Toronto, the jail and the Central Prison. “When I first came to this instituâ€" tion, the idea of whipping a prisoner was as repellant to my mind as it is to the minds of most people who have had no experience in dealing with criminals of the lowest, the coarsest, and roughest type, such as we get here," said one official. “I believed that form of punishment was brutalizing to everyone concern- ed, to those who inflicted the I.v11nisliâ€" ment as well as to those who re- ceived it. I soon, however. found that I was mistaken. I as thorough- ly believe now, as I ,refused to be- lieve then, that the whipping method is the least brutalizing, the most hu- mane, and the only method of deal- ing with the refractory prisoner of the confirmed criminal class.” MANY OTHER WAYS. There are several methods, more or less familiar to those who have ever given the question of punishment any considerationâ€"depriving prisonâ€" ers of certain privileges, cutting off thgr rations, solitary confinement. the dark cell, the hose, whipping. These are all more or less practised in our punitive institutions. in Canâ€" ada. The whipping, however, here re- ferred to as practised in some Canâ€" adian institutions, must not be con- founded with anything so brutal as the old style of flogging with the “cat.” There are only one or two offences for which thp cat is now al- lowed to be used at‘all, and never as punishment for mere refractory conâ€" duct while in prison. Neither must the “whip,” as here spoken of. be considered as something identical with the brutalities such as roused an intense feeling of indignation over a whole continent a few years ago, when the revelations of the Brockaway Institute at Elmira, N.Y.. horrified the community. SPANKED WITH A STRAP. The whipping as meted out to re fractory criminals here is simply a spanking with a flat strap. The pun- ishment it inflicts, however, is suf- ficient to inspire even the most hardâ€" ened oldâ€"timer with a wholesome dread, and as a consequence the ocâ€" casions are comparatively rare that the whipping has to be resorted to. The more knowledge that such a pun- ishment may be incurred as a result of refractory conduct is sufficient of itself to sccum discipline to such a degree that it may almost be said there are no refractory prisoners to be dealt with. That would not, however, be strictly true for whippings occasionâ€" ally occur, but never without the permission of the Government In- spector of Prisons, and never more than ten strokes at one punishment. The man receiving the spanking is invariably able to immediately re- sume his place at the work-bench or machine, as the case may be. "Hosing" as a method of punishâ€" ment, means the turning on of the hose at high pressure, which "tosses the man about like a cork.” This form of punishment is not practised in either of the Toronto prisons. It is regarded here as most degrading to manhood, and as treating a man as a veritable rat. To deprive a man of his food and to place him in a dark cell is reâ€" garded withhorror by those who ad- vocate the whipping method. “It lowers the vitality of the man. renâ€" ders him unfit to work, and en- courages a spirit of brooding and revenge in the criminal,” is the way one official summed up the dark cell process. The PRICES IN' LONDON AND PARIS. London Paris Anticle of Food. _ Price. Price. Leg of mutton, per kilo 2.00 3.00 Rump steak, per kilo... 1.60 2.60 Roast beef, per kilo ..... 1.80 2.60 . Veal, per kilo... 1.60 3.20 Pork, per kilo . . . . . . . . . . . 1.60 2.60 Butter, per kilo . . . . . . . . . 2.40 4.00 Collee;‘per kilo... 3.20 6.00 Cocoa, per kilo... .,. 1.60 7.50 Good'tea... ...-......-3"-.2O 12.00 Sugar, per kilo... . . . . . . 0.40 1.15 Kerosene, per litre . . . . . . 0.20 0.45 Coal, per 100 kilos ..... 3.90 5.60 The octroi duties of French cities make thecost of living much greater in Paris. ‘ ' H‘ â€"â€" SPADES FROM I-IORSESHOES. Chinese spades from British horseâ€"r- shoes sounds like an absurd stateâ€" ment. but the fact is that sniploads of old horseshoes leave London for China. All these come back to Lon- don in the form of spades, havinz: been so transformed by the ingenious nat i resL Fflli UNRULY' PRISDNERS. IRISH émEéféfié‘w’EE? How, the Boers Have Treated Ro- man Catholics. A‘Dublin merchant sends out the following extract. from a private letâ€" ter received by him from a. Roman Catholic priest at Uitenhage, South Africa. It will be a blessing when the war is over. The country is a howling wilderness and a ruinâ€"no crops, no vegetation, all a. desolate wild waste. At present I am here for a. few weeks but will soon be off someWhere else. I enclose photo of altar where I held mass in a tent. Sometimes I have mass under a tree or wagon out in the open. and off at daybreak some- where else. “ There is no knowing when the war may be over. Unless the Boer leaders are caught it will last a long time. “The Boers are furious bigots, hatâ€" ing everything Catholic. N o Catholâ€" ic had a. vote, nor was allowed to be a town councillor, policeman. or hold any Government situation, Cath- olics were subjected to penal laws under the Boer Government. Bish- ops, priests and nuns are delighted here that the tyrannical Boer Repub- lics are overthrown and crushed. It was impossible for the Catholic church to get on well in South Afâ€" rica under the Boers. Our schools got no grant under the Boer Govern- ment, but now under British rule they are paid by the State. Cathâ€" olic magistrates are appointed alâ€" ready. Itis disgusting to see Cathâ€" olic papers and Irish M.P.’s sticking up for the cruel, brutal Boers, who subjected Catholics to every indigni- ty here, and deprived them of their rights. The convents during the war the Boers plundered and destroyed. and made= stables of the churches. This was done in Newcastle. Natal, where Tim Healy, M.P., has a sister a nun, and in other places as well. “The British have in every case treated the Boers well. The country could never prosper under the Boers, and no British people could live un- der'their laws, which shut out all Briti'shers from the privileges of the country. It is 200 years behind the times; no advancement; everything very oldâ€"fashioned. The Boers treatâ€" ed the blacks most shamefully and cruelly, shot them down like dogs, and made slaves of them. The pious Boer says, ‘The British came and took our country from us.’ But the Boer does not say that they took it from the natives and robbed them and shot them down like dogs. The natives are a. splendid type of men and women, intelligent and indus- trious, superior in every respect to the Boers. The poor blacks are well pleased at the ‘overthrow of the Boers. The Boers are a, canting, hy- pocritical race, Bible-reading, Psalmâ€" singing bigots. A few years ago a Catholic priest would not get a night’s lodging in a Boer house: the missionary priests had to sleep on the open plain. Then how stupid for Irishan to be raving and sympaâ€" thizing with the Boers, who despise the Irish, especially the Catholics. I wish the war was over, I am sick of the sad sights I daily see." ..__._._+_.____ TONGUES BETRAY THEM. Character Reading by a. New Me- thod Now Popular in Paris. And still they come. Linguisto- logy is the last craze in Paris. If one prefers 'to call it glossomancy, well and good. Under either name it means tongue reading and it threat- ens to compete with palmistry. That a tongue may tell the characâ€" ter of the owner is a safe proposi- tion. A tongue may even, to expert eyes, tell the condition of the own- er’s liver and from such data many conclusions - may be reached. Given the state of a man’s liver, history and prophecy both seem possible to even the average logician. ‘ But linguistology has to do only with the shape and form of the tongue. A big tongue, it seems, inâ€" dicates frankness; a short tongue, dissimulation; a long and broad tongue, garrulity and generosity; a narrow. tongue, concentration and talent; a short, broad' tengue, gar- rulity and untruth. .The man with a very short and narrow. tongue is a liar of true'artisti': merit; The disclosures of linguistology may be .thrilling, but palmistry has one advantage which guarantees its supremacy over the rival science. The subject need not stop talking during a palmi‘st’s reading. ' . +. WHY "HE WORE THE GOWN. A. clergyin'an was speaking to the boys in his school On the necessity of growing up good and useful citi- zens. In order to illustrate his re- marks, he pointed to the gown he was wearing, and said : "Boys,;work well and be straight- for_ward,..and one day you may wear one of these ! Why do' I wear this gown, ,boys ?" One little fellow held up his hand. “Well,,my boy, why ?" “To hide the holes in your trous- ers, sir !" replied the boy. ___+_____ ENCOURAGE PUNCTUALITY. With the view of encouraging their workmen to keep good time, Neilson, Reid, and Co., Hyde Park Locomoâ€" tive Works, GlangW, have intimated that every employe who loses not more than eighteen hours’ time un- til the end of June will receive a bonus of a week’s wages. The ex- periment is creating great interest among the workmen, and is already NOTABLE EXAMPLES OFngRIN. CELY GENEROSI’I‘Y. _â€" « Sir Ernest Cassel-‘s Magnificent Presentâ€"Andrew Carnegie’s Generosity. ‘ . The recent splendid gift of $1,000,- 000 by Sir Ernest Cassel‘ to the King, and through His Majesty to the nation, recalls to mind many other notable examples of princely generosity from which England has benefited in recent years, says Lon- don Titâ€"Bits. As is well knoWn, Sir Ernest’s magnificent present, is- to be devoted to that humane and noble object, the campaign of medical science against. consumptiod, to which each and every one of_“us may‘ well breathe “God- Speed." It is only the other day, too. that: Mr. Andrew Carnegie gave the enor- mous sum of $10,000,000 to help forward the cause of education in Scotland. Altogether, it is com- puted that the generous Scotsâ€"Am- erican has given away for the benefit of the people of the United States and Great Britain as much as 375,- 000,000. If any man. having freely received, has obeyed the Divine com- mand to “freely give" that man is Andrew Carnegie. The inhabitants of Liverpool and Manchester have good reason to’ bless the name of David Lewis, late founder of the colossal “Lewis’s” concerns in the two cities named. For the benefit of the Liverpudlians and Mancunians Mr. Lewis left about $5,000,000, which has been, and is being, expended on hospitals, recrea- tion buildings, and other objects of a useful PUBLIC CHARACTER. The late Mr. Thomas Holloway, of pill and ointment fame, spent $3,â€" 750,000 in founding the'Rayal I-Iol- loway College and hospitals, schools and asylums, which are now doing so much for the enlightenment of humanity as well as for the allevia- tion of its sufferings. In addition to various splendid benefactions in the United States, George Peabody gave away the en- ormous fortune of $2,500,000 to- wards solving the still pressing pro- blem of the housing of the London poor. For! his splendid generosity he‘ accepted the freedom of the city, but declined the baronetcy that was ofâ€" fered to him. The Baird gift of $2,500,000 for church endowment purposes in Scot- land places the Land of Lakes under a deep debt of gratitude to the princely donor, for the good which it has been the means of accomplishing can scarcely be over-estimated. Nearly as much was given to Bir- mingham by the late Sir Josiah Maâ€" son. On the college which bears his name and the orphanages he ex- pended some $2,150,000. so the cap- ital of the Midlands may well hold him in grateful memory. To Lord Iveagh, Dublin owes a debt which it will never be able to repay. In addition to various other benefac- tions he made a present to the Irish capital of a sum of $1,250,000 for the purpose of providing artisans' dwellings, which are under the conv trol of THE GUINNESS TRUST. Subsequently, Lord lvcagh gave another $1,250,000 to the Jenner Institute of Preventative medicine, which was to be devoted to the purâ€" poses of the highest research in bac- teriology and other forms of biology ’ bearing upon the causes, nature, pre- vention and treatment of disease. More than a century and three- quarters ago Thomas Guy devoted nearly $1,250,000 of the large for- tune he made out of the South Sea Company and by importing Bibles from Holland, to the founding of the London Hospital which bears his name. It is instructive to note that he amassed one of the, largest forâ€" tunes ever made by a bookseller. Between five/and six years ago the splendid gift of $600,000 was made by Sir John Blundell Maple to the London University College Hospital, and a couple of years afterwards Sir Thomas Lipton made a present of $500,000 to the Alexandra, Trust, which exists for the usér‘ul purpose of supplying workpeople with meals at cheap prices. The hobby of Mr. Passmore Ed- wards is the providing of free librar- ies for the people; and it is estimat- cd that in'thfs way he has made the public a present of‘ the substantial fortune of $500,000. In the Boss benefaction of $1,000,- 000 for hospital purposes Glasgow received a-handsome gift. +.,_,._.â€"â€"._. VALUABLE COLLECTIONS. “Uncle Allen," asked the caller “do you know anything that's gooc for a cold ?” Uncle Allen Sparks opened hi: desk, took from one of the pigeon- holes a large packet of neWspapex clippings tied with a string, ane threw it into the caller’s lap. “Do I know of anything that is good for a cold ?” he echoed. “My young friend, I know of six hundred and twentyâ€"seven infallible ways of curing a cold. I’ve been collecting them for forty-nine years. You try these, one after the other, and if they don’t do you any good, come back and I’ll give you one hundred ,and sixteen more. Bless me,” added gUncle Allen, with enthusiasm, "you [can always cure a cold if you go at lit right." ! He dug up a bundle of yellow, tinm' istained clippings out of another bearing fruit in the 'men turning otitll‘Jigcml‘hOle- and “10 \‘iSit-fi" hastily _ir.ore promptly in the mornings. icoughcd' himsefl out. aunt's" GIEN. ' i-wu. '