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4'2 1 ++++++++++++++,4+44+44++++++++++144444,444++++++++44 VERY TIME THE OLD CLOCK TICKS—WHAT? 1 , 'E something doing every day? Mere nonsense! There is ;some- thing doing every hour, every minute, yes, every second. Every time the clock ticks the most amazing things are happening all over the world and right here in the humdrum ,United States of America. Some of the most thrilling things, such as earthquakes, are inclined to be a trifle conservative. No—not once in several years, as one might think with instinctive recollections of Pelee, San Francisco and Messina; a bad deal more often than that—four times a day, to take the very reliable figures compiled by Maj. de Mentes- SUB de Balore. He found records of perceptible earthquakes to the num- ber of 130,000 during the last fifty years, Italy and Japan running neck and neck with 27,672 and 27,662. re- spectively; our own Pacific coast having had 4,467, against the very moderate number of 937 for the At- lantic coast during the same period. There's the letter you mailed yes- terday, telling Bill you'd wait a while longer for the money—that letter Bill is so anxiously looking for, lest its contents tell him he's up against it hard this time. Your case and Bill's and all the other strange and mar- velous affairs of the world that are settled by correspondence, from the announcement card with the burdened stork upon it to the black -edged en- - Ai4 0 . '4444-94.+444-+ benefaction in the form of gifts and bequests for public objects looks truly munificent—$2.88 on every tick of the clock the year round. The whole world—es nilbotly ever stops to remembete—is in (Whit. Those public debts, which seem to run so smoothly by means of interest -paying bonds, except in South America some- times, really measure the poverty of nations; Japan's, for example having compelled her to refrain from giving Russia anything worse than a mild trouncing and now making her almost helpless as a distributer of the world's peace for years to come. The inter- est on the world's total debt amdunts to just $49 a second. A very moderate estimate of the profits upon American manufactures would be 20 per cent. One-half the net profits on the goods manufactured In the United States would nearly de- fray the interest on the debt of the world, for we turn $469 worth of man- ufactures a second— and are not sat- Nfled with that. Time and Travel. Every second, such are the numbers of our populations close to deep streams, eleven passengers board American ferryboats. Every second twenty-one passengers board the country's railway trains. And every second, over one railway mile ,we haul 6869 tons of freight. The Statistics which, if measured How Two Gunners' Mates Saved a Ellg Battleship, Remarkable Work In Doing Away with When the powder began to blaze in Casualties That Would Seem to Be the handling room of the Missouri two Almost Unavoidable In gunners' mateti—M. Monne:ten and C. This Country. El.Schepke, who wesae1n the maga- zine, at the imminent risk of their The following report Concerning rail, lives—prevented the flames from road accidents in the United Kingdom is furnished by Consul Joseph G. Stephens of Ply- mouth: \Serious rail- road accidents are of rare occurrence in the United Kingdom, a n d when they do happen such gen- uine and thorough official inquiries are held as are best likely to pre- vent their repeti- tion from the same causes. During the 30 years ended in 1906 only one pas. fired, when suddenly, as one of the senger was killed on the rail - guns was discharged, a sheet of flame roads of the United Kingdom in shot up through an opening in the every 40,300,000 journeys, while one was injured in every 2,300,000. In 1907 the figures were one killed in every 70,000,000, and one injured in every 2,300,000. \Other Interesting statistics with regard to the risks of railroad travel are given in the report of the railroad department of the board of trade. The total number of passengers and rail- road employes killed last year was 1,117 and the number injured 8,811, while in the fen previous years there was an average of 1,160 killed and 6,765 injured. The increase among the injured was mainly among railroad employes. The average number of fatalities to passengers during the 30 years previous to 1907 was nearly 22. These and other figures quoted for the period take no account of the Journeys of season ticket holders, and therefore they slightly exaggerate the actual risk, as this class of passengers has materially increased in recent years. The number of passengers killed in train accidents last year was 18, of whom 11 were accounted for in the one disaster at Shrewsbury, while 13 railroad employes were killed and 236 injured. \Casualties to passengers during the movement of trains, apart from rail- road accidents, are of course much more numerous, a tact due largely to the carelessness of the passengers themselves. The number injured last year in this manner was 2,132 and the number killed 102, the average for the previous ten years tieing 1,702 injured and 121 killed. The apparently large increase in the number of non -fatal accidents to railroad employes apart from train accidents, is to be account- ed for by a new order of the board of trade which now requires informa- tion of such casualties whenever they are of a character to cause the in- jured person to remain away from his ordinary work for a Whole day. More- over, between 1904 and 1907 the num- ber of railroad employes has increased by about 40,000. The actual killed last year was 441 and injured 5,577:while the average in the previous ten years was 452 killed and 3,972 injured. \The value of automatic couplings is proved by the fact that of the 18 railroad employes killed and of the 767 injured, in coupling accidents, only one was killed and one Injured in a case in which the cars bad automatic \Thecouplings. n ture of the accidents in which the 102 passengers were killed, apart from train accidents, was as follows: Six fell on the track or sta- tion platform and 27 between the train and platform in entering or leaving. Twelve were killed by being struck or rue over after falling off platforms, ten met their death through crossing the tracks at stations, 31 fell out of car- riages while the trains were running, owing almost entirely to the way in which English passenger coaches are built, and 16 were killed in other ac- cidents. Fifty persons were killed last year and 30 injured while passing over level crossings, although these are all carefully watched and guaried by em- ployes of the company. 'Ile number of trespassers killed was 447, including I suicides, and 133 were injured. \When it is remembered that there are 23,101 miles of railroads in the United Kingdom, and that the total track mileage of Single lines is 39,008 —without sidings and 53,166 with sid- ings, and that the passenger traffic is enormous, it is to be seen that the dangers arising from railroad travel- ing in the United Kingdom are indeed slight.\ top of the turret. This was so unu- sual, and to me alarming, that I on dered the firing to cease until I could ascertain the cause of R. The offi- cers and men all wished to go op with the firing, not realizing that they were VA *A* iz ( Teo artol y cit The turtle, appreciating its release, carried its jockey out to sea and the TRAVEL' MADE SAFE latter slid off and let the turtle re- turn to the deep. HEROISM IN THE NAVY. FEW ACCIDENTS ON RAILROADS OF UNITED KINGDOM. reaching the powder there. This he- roic disregard for their own safety 4 was the miracle that saved the ship. Why not call it by its proper name? It was the prompt action of brave, cool-headed sailor men in blue shirts, that saved the ship, and if they were miracles, then the navy. I am proud to say, is full of miracles. Those miracle workers walk about the decks of our ships by the hundreds. The first I ever knew of a flareback came about in this way—and I believe this was the first one ever seen and recognized as a danger in our navy - I was standing over the after thir- teen -inch turret of my flagship, the Kentucky, watching the firing of her thirteen-inch guns at target practice in Manila bay. Many shots had been \1(0 0 17'i 01 */ 1 ,.. 0 0 Ito 3144, 4 saielS Palluft ot:4 ii Aiedtuo3 \ — sin auotidato, sgi *, 0 og• .v 1 6869 Tons ot freillht in United States Carried 1 Mile a e o * ..g. e 4s p 1 ** re# P W4t es rg) EC co EA c p d ) 6-9 • • • • e- velope that strikes gloom into every eye that sees it, all go to make up the world's average of 951 letters mailed upon every tick of the clock. \Busy; please call off.\ Of course, that's annoying when you have only a couple of minutes left to reach your wife and tell her you're ordered out of town and can't be home tonight. But what can you expect when, on the wires of a single telephone company in the United States, there are 185 calls being made ao every clock -tick Some of them are bound to cross sometime. If anybody's worrying about the Panama canal, these days, it isn't the fellows down there who are making the dirt fly. Every time the clock ticks. 1.1 yards of dirt, according to the latest reports, is ripped out That doesn't look quite as impressive as the statement that, in the twelve months up to November 1 last, the excavation amounted to 35,016,024 cubic yards; but it lets one see, in his mind's eye, precisely what the stream of dirt would look like, over one yard wide, thick and high, which is passing out of the canal at the rate of more than two miles an hour, if the clock -ticks are eliminated and the outpour be re- garded as continuous. The assidious American hen, to which so much of matutinal energy Is owing, lays 492 eggs a second, averaging the year round. If she could only be induced to work by the clock in reality, instead of in the form of general average, the anguish of paying 40 and 50 cents a dozen for, breakfast eggs in winter would be a blissful void in the American house- hold. Probably the most Imposing single figure applying to the occurrences that happen upon the tick of the clock is the number of matches light- ed throughout the world. No less than 50.000 strike fire every second of the day and night-1.576,800,000,000 during the year. Probably the least imposing is the cost to the British people of main- taining the British royal family -11.8 cents a second. They fairly dote on statistics over there. If King Edward, pointing out that his loyal subjects are getting him to balk the kaiser at bargain rates anyway, were to sug- gest that it would look less stingy to pay him the even 12 cents a second, the additional 2 Mills would net him a tidy 562,0714a year. By contrast, what American rich people are doing in the way of public by the clocktick. would be reduced to fractions, are striking enough when we trace them on the dial -by minutes, hours and days. Every hour, here, 194 yearning lov- ers are joined in marriage—and ten disgusted ones are parted by divorce. That looks pretty bad; but is is far from the twenty divorces an hour es- timated by some alarmists, the five counted being deduced from the twen- ty-year total of 945,625 divorces in the continental l'nited States from 1887 to 1906, inclusive. Our national recklessness of life— and the profound importance of the employer's liability laws—become ap- parent when we note that. with more than 2.000,000 workmen injured in a year, the victims of \accidents\ large- ly preventable are mauled and maim- ed at the rate of four a minute, and killed at the rate of four an hour. We've measured even the lIghtniag, despite the commonly accepted fact that it never strikes twice in the same place. There are, on the average, fifteen lightning strokes a day that cause damage in the United States to the extent of $6 a minute, and three people killed ever couple of days. While we are dying, of all the ills our flesh is heir to, at the rate of two a minute, we are helping death along by committing a murder every hour or so. and about fifteen suicides a day, Yet we keep going right on getting richer and happier than most of the poor devils that have to put up with lifo over in Europe, until today the whole United States, at a cash valua- tion, is worth 5116.000,000,000. You could buy Great Britain and Ireland for only $62,000,000.000, and the rest of Europe for $175.000.000,000. Sig Queensland Turtle. A party of men were reclining in their tent by the sea near Bundaberg, where they were surprised to see a large turtle poke its head in the en- trance. After they had recovered from the surprise they set to work to capture the turtle, and it took the united efforts of two of them to turn the turtle over on its back, which they did with the aid of a rope, and a couple of spars. A rope was attached and it was kept a prisoner till boxing day, when the captors amused them- selves riding on it up and down the sand. After the novelty had worn off one of the members of the party mounted the turtle's back and set its head for the sea, letting the rope go. in any danger, though some of the men in the turret were slightly burned about the body and their hair was singed. Of course, our experience in Manila bay was fully reported to the navy department, and the chief of ordnance took steps at once to put proper gas ejectors on the guns, which would ad automatically when the breech was opened. From that day to this there has been a steady improvement in the fitting and working of this Idevice. and I feel perfectly confident that if it Ii properly and carefully used there will never be another flareback. High Priced Horseshoeing. Gen. St. Clair Mulholland, veteran and historian of the Civil war. tette an incident showing the utter worth- lessness of Confederate paper money at the close of the wee \Shortly after Lee's surrender,' sem the general, \I was a short die tance from Richmond. The Confeder ate soldiers were gqing home to be come men of peace again and were thinking about their farms. \One had a lame, broken down horse, which he viewed with prida 'Wish I had him. Jim,' said the other 'What'll you take for hint? I'll give you $20,000 for him.' \'No.' said Jim. \ 'Give you $50,000.' \'No.' said Jim. \ 'Give you $100,000, his friend Raid \'Not much.' replied Jim. 'I just gave $120.000 to have him shod.'\ Hard Working French Schoolboys. French children are often on theft way to school a little after 7 o'clocir in the morning. If they have con eluded their lessons by 9 o'clock in ti:e evening It is only by dint of great application. Young men studying for the high. er professions have appointments with their tutors at 5 o'clock in the morning in summer time; otherwise they cannot accomplish the moue lain of work that Iles before' them In all branches of art the labor ol the tyro is Immense. At the Con servatoire the strenuous life is ear tied to a point which provokes the astonishments even of laborious Ger man students. Just a Way They Have. A little nonsense now and then Is relished by all married men; But oft a mall expects his wife To stand his nonsense all her life. If The \Pansy's\ New York Station. The Pennsylvania railroad has com- pleted the Seventh avenue granite fa- cade of its new station, which will be the main place of entrance and exit for the public, although there will be others in Thirty-first street and Eighth avenue. Approximating in height the Bourse of Paris, with Roman Doric columns resembling those of the el- liptical colonnade which partially sur- rounds the Plaza of St. Peter's in Rome, the Pennsylvania's facade of Milford pink granite extends for a trifle more than 430 feet between Thirty-first and Thirty-second streets in Seventh avenue.—New York Times. rraln \Frozen Up.\ The entense cold caused the cote d'Azer express to break down near Dijon, France, recently. The water in the tender was frozen hard. The pas' rangers had to pass the night in the village. THE PRISON. HOUSE By ALGERNON ROYESEN ( opyright, by J. B. Lippincott Wilmers leaned over the candelabra to light a cigar and then followed his wife into the library and settled him- self comfortably in a deep leather -cush- ion chair. s Rhoda Wilmers leaned languidly against the mantelpiece and reflective- ly watched the yellow flames that darted and curled about the artificial logs like tiny golden serpents. She had rehearsed the scene a thousand times in heroic flights of fancy; in fancy had stood up before him and frankly told him that the dull, long prose of existence with him had be- come intolerable, that to -morrow she must leave him forever. But now that the momentous moment was at hand she hesitated. It was not that words failed her. At the first lecture of St. John's she had ever attended—the reading of a pamphlet on \The New Ethics\—her ear had caught the rhetorical ring of his phrases, and as her intimacy with the young socialist grew she had learned to echo him glibly enough on occasion. He had but recently left her, and his fervid denunciation of marriage es \the basest of our social lies\ still rang in her ears. Yet now the host of high-sounding terms that poured so convincingly from St. John's lips seemed suddenly robbed of their potency 'Were this plain, kindly little man. \Jim she said—\Jim I have some- thing to say to you—\ The gate once down, the words rushed forth and bore her swiftly along. \To -morrow I am going away. You will not see me again. You have been very kind to me all these years, I some face is to chasten marriage ot Its iniquity!\ \No she answered, emphasizing the word—\no. -You do not under- stand. To -morrow I shall go to St. John to live under his roof as his coin - minion and fellow -worker. There is to be no empty ceremony.\ As the idea came home to Wilmers his chest heaved, his features swelled with rising rage. \Good Lord,\ he cried, \you surely won't do anything so mad as that! It's been tried before and it isn't good enough!\ She answered, unmoved, coldly de- cisive: \We are quite determined in the stand we shall take. Where the cowardly draw back, we dare.\ \Listen to me.\ He spoke earnestly, the anger dying away In his voice. \I can't see you ruin yOu l reelf. If you can't live without this young scamp give you your freedom and you can marry him decently.\ \Still. you do not understand,\ she said. \You urge on me the conven- tional cowardice;-, you would rob my act of its soul. Ours is to be a purely spiritual communion, a fearless union of predestined souls.\ He threw back his head. \God! You can't be deceived by such rot! You can't be duped, like a green girl, by a vulgar fellow who sugars his low motives with a thin coating of ethics!\ Her spirit rose to arms in defense Of the absent one. \Before we go any turn:for you must understand that I will listen to no abuse of St. John. When we have won our battle, when he has proved himself, then it will be time enough to pass judgment.\ \Then he gasped—\then it will be too late. He will have dragged you through the mire.\ She shuddered; his reference to the mud with which a conventional world bespatters the unconventional con- jured up an unpleasant picture. Yet a sense of heroism buoyed her up; all women are potential martyrs. \Jim she said, almost pleadingly, \won't you try to understand? Our union is to be purely spiritual, a com- munion of mind, a marriage of souls, no more.\ \I know my world,\ he observed. brutally, \and men are men the world over.\ • A fine scorn burned in her eye. \There are men,\ she said, \who can understand a noble alliance between I a man and a woman. Evidently things of the spirit tags your comprehen- elm\ His ear caught the accent on the \your\ and he winced, feeling the edge. \And St. John,\ he cried, passionate- ,- ly,• \he I suppose, is an adept in platonism. How do you judge between him and me? Have you put him to any test? Has he been with you when the lights were lew, when the passion of the bight burns in tho blood? Has he leaned towards you as I do now and felt the air throb with the beating of your heart? You've ex- changed notions on ethics in a crowded lecture room and you judge him by that! If • he were with you now, do know, but a woman needs something you think he'd still prate of platon- more than kindness to fill her life. Ism? I'll wager not for long!\ From the first I felt the need, and it She drew back, drawing her draper - has grown with the years. If we had lea away from his contaminating touch, had children, it might have been oth- erwise. I have always longed to do \For your own sake I wish I could something, to give to my life some prove to you the man's purity of pur- pose, his loftiness of soul!\ The thought came to him in a flash: Here was his chance. \Prove it,\ he urged; \put .him to a teat. All I ask is a fair chance.\ She raised her eyebrows in interro- rogation: \How?\ In the thronging thoughts of the moment's silence his devotion to her rose to heroic heights, topping mere egoism and personal vanity. Fear of the leering, hooting world faded from his mind; hie ode thought was to Save her. \Go to him nowlt: he cried, breath- lessly; \go to him to -night! Go to him as you are! Let him feel the mystery of your beauty, the power of your presence, and then—\ The gap was eloquent beyond mere words. For answer she turned and deliber- ately pressed the button summoning her maid. \He will not fail me,\ she said, simply. The maid appeared and stood behlnd her mistress, discreetly n inconspicuous. the doorway Mrs. Wilmers turned. \I am unafraid. Good -by.\ Her hand was outstretched, but he did not see it. He was leaning against the mantel- piece, his face in his hands, his shoul- ders heaving. \Go!\ he cried, \go!\ A moment later the slam of the street door echoed through the house. In the dim, high-ceilinged room Wil- mers sat alone, sunk in the Morris chair, his chin on his crumpled, shirt bosom, his arms hanging limp at his sides. The Louis Quinze clock which two gilt Cupids forever bore on their uplifted palms struck 12 in persistent discord. His watery glance wandered aim- lessly about the room and paused for a long moment at the doorway; it had but lately framed her figure. There was a slight rustle on the stairs; the portieres opened and closed, and Rhoda stood before him, tall and white against their dark background. Her face was wan and old. In the revulsion of emotions that swept over him his impulse was to catch her in his arms, to hold her doge, to pour wild words of thankful- ness into her ear. As it was, he went to her quickly and took both of her hands in his. \You are tired,\ he said, gently. He felt the hands quiver in S hi he lL met his gaze sadly, a great won- t a l: k r ? 11 . n . her eyes. \Tout have nothing to \No he answered, simply, \there is nothing to ask. I think we both un- derstand.\ Ile drew back the portieres and she waled wearily upstairs. \Good Lord,\ He Cried. purpose. For years I have groped for it, and at last I have found it.\ She ceased, her bosom heaving gen- tly like a subsiding sea; paused, vague- ly expectant of something from him. To Wilmer her words came as a bolt from a cloudless sky, and struck with the stunning force of the unexpected. Reviewing their life together, he tried to recall a single wish of hers that he had left unsatisfied, a single extrava- gance that it had not been his pleas- ure to indulge. He rose to his feet and came towards her, his features twitching, his arms outstretched in a gesture of appeal. \Rhoda he said, hoarsely, \for God's sake don\t throw away your life for a lot of silly theories. We have been happy in our way. You must be ill, unstrung, mad.\ \No she said, calmly, \only very sane.\ \It's madness,\ he insisted, \rank Madness. No woman in her right mind would throw away wealth, position, everything, and face the world alone, empty-handed, for no reason at all.\ The phrase was unfortunate. \Wealth and position!\ She took it up scornfully and tossed it back. \If these are everything, then weeshall be poor indeed.\ \We?\ he interposed quickly—\we?\ He gripped her wrist and fixed her with an eye of steady flame. In spite of herself e hot wave of color swept from throat to brow. \We ,he repeated, meeting his gaze with gaze—\we St. John and I.\ We, illuminative monosyllable! Aft- er all, It was not a question of ddc- trine, of principle sublimely viewed; there was another man. He remem- bered being dragged to one of St. John's lectures, recalled with bitter- ness the fine lift of the chin, the reso- lute pose of the handsome head. He felt calmer now that this host of shadowy theories had resolved itself into a tangible foe. \The situation become. less per- plexing,\ he said, a world of sup- pressed acrimony in his tone, \com- monplace, in fact; you are bored, and you bolt with the usual young beggar with a handsome face.\ Righteous indignation revived the dying color in her cheek. \Our action is wholly free from the vulgarity you ascribe to it. It le a noble revolt against a monstrous eti- quette, a protest against the moral in- iquity of marriage, against the phys- ical enelavement of my Sex. We are not influenced by personal motives!\ He fell into a chair, laughing hoarse- ly. \An ingenious protest! ,A hand. ••
