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THE SPORT OF MOUNTAINEERING.
Regularity OF Pace Is an Essential Factor in
Scaling Peaks.

Regularity Of Pace Is an Essential Factor in
Scaling Peaks.
st. Louis Globe-Democratl
Climbing is but one requisite of mount
aineering. Average activity plus intelli-
gence are better than exceptional muscu-
larity. There is q knack in climbing, and
guides go years old possessing it will tire
out young men, The essence of walking up
hill, whether on snov, rock or path, is the
cultivation Of quiet swing and methodi-
cal rhythm of gait A certain slight degree
of roll, or, to put 1t more scientifically, of
swinging Of the pelvis, or hips, is of the
first Importance. The front leg should,
as 1t were, drag up the hinder one.
The beginner usually walks up hill W ith
far too lively an action. In ascending he
raises his weight by q spring from the toe
of the lower foot This method throws q
great strain on small group of muscles
Chose of the calf of the leg) which have,
for the moment, to support nearly the
whole weight of the body. The older
climber will use the muscles of the hip as
well Is of the calf, and swing along with
out tiring any special set of muscleA The
first importance. The test OF good climb
ing Is the power to converse without breath
lessnesA To ascend 8, 600 feet in four hours,
including halts, is satisfactory average
work. This is without step cutting.
Descending requires more practice than
ascending, the usual mistake being to put
too much e1ertion into each step. The use
OF the rope Is an education in ITSELF The
pull upon it from an accident may come at
any moment and usually happens at the
safest looking places in the snow. The use
of the Ak and alpenstock is to be learned
only by months of practice. Then come
weather signs, perhaps most momentous of
all Truly the mountaineer must be q great
repository of special knowledge
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with ME. Will be assigned place beside
Ben? Perhaps he reads my thoughts. for
he says: "Chile, yo' doan sit at no table
wild niggers Meh lady, yo' place is in
heah. Is yo' afraid yo' would have to eat
wild us?"
He takes me into a little room and leaves
me. How kind and thoughtful of himi His
guestl and yet 1 eat not at bis table. I
must be taken into private room and have
a table all to myself. can hear the laugh
ter of the negroes in the dining room. I
would like to hear their merrymaking and
watch the bride cut the brides cake, but
white blood prevents that
Luck TO. tho Happy Couple.
What showers of rice and melon seed
rain upon the young couple as they leave
Ben's house for their own cabin. Some one
throws horse shoe for luck and the nails
catch in the crisp calico dress of the bride.
How everyone shrieks with delight "To
sure will be rich;" 'To sure is lucky:"
'To sure be blessed 'To sure have
health and die old.
One of the "aunties" takes a twine from
her pocket and tries to lasso tho bride.
Ask her why she does that and she saws.
"Ter keep her home free from spirits and
her old man from drinkin'. 1t sure is q
true sign."
When I leave Ben that evening I say,
"Ben now remember you are to 60 to a
white church with me-" He looks at me in
amazement and replies: "What pore Ben do
in white church chile? He sure look like
blackberry In q saucer of cream. Dosn
yo' know black folks better 20 with black
folks? Its better TO- ALL"
Miss 10. MARY.
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which these huts stand is full of half-naked
babies, squalling children and all of the
queer characters of Russian peasant life.
The ordinary village has but one roadway,
and this is more like q road cut through the
fields than an American street. 1t is gen.
orally about 100 or more feet wide, and the
houses stand along it at all angles and with
no regularity or order. There are no gar
dens in front of them nor behind them.
They have no front yards fenced off from
the road, and have not yet seen any sign
OF sidewalk of any kind in any village I
have visited. The street is not paved, and
the only part free from grass is the center,
where the wagons have cut ruts into the
black soil. The remainder is lawn of good
solid turf, on which the cattle Craze, the
dogs and the children play, and upon
which the people meet in the evening to
gossip and chat Now and then you find q
tree or so on one of these village streets,
and under these, on the ground, there may
be q woman with her babies about her and
with other babies tied to the branches of the
trees in the oblong shallow boxes which
constitute the cradles of Russia. Other
women may be sitting about, spinning or
sewing, and on the steps of the huts or in the
doorways you will see old men and shock
haired children.
The average Russian hut has one door and
two little windows az the front, with some
times second window In the rear The
front door is much like rude stable door
such as is sometimes knocked up by our
farmers, and it leads not into the living
room of the hut, but into little storeroom
or sort of vestibule which forms one end OF
the cabin.
Cook, Eat and Sleep in One Room.
This room is usually without any flooring
but that of the ground. You may see the
chickens or animals belonging to the family
establishment stand about its walls. In the
center of one side of it is door reached by
one or two low steps and leading into the
house proper and forming the entrance TO
the room that is in fact the only room in
the cabin, and which may be called the Rus
sian peasants home. In it the family sleep,
eat cook and live and when it is remem-
bered that fully half of the year In Russia
is made up of bitter winter when the days
are short and the nights long it will be seen
that the greater part of the peasants exist
ence is passed here
A hut / visited is that of well-to-do
peasant 1t is if anything better than the
average. Its living room was not more
than 10x12 feet in size aud one-fourth of
this space was taken up by the great Chin
ney, which formed the oven, the cooking
stove and the heating arrangement OF the
hut This chimney was fully six feet wide
and about eight feet long, and its front,
in which were holes for fuel and an oven,
rose from the floor to the ceiling In the
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the truth. Do you know where he is now?''
IT BROKE MY HEART, MIRIAM.

the : truth. \, Do Do you know where he is n0Wa"
At this moment Mrs. Clyde, who had heard
voices on the corridor as her bedroom was
situated there, came out of her room and
ioined the General and Miriam.
"Have you left her Miriam? Is anyone
with her?" asked Mrs Clyde.
answered Miriam, "she wishes to see him."
ST will CO." said General Conray, briefly,
and he was moving away in the direction of
Joan's room, when Miriam ran after him
and laid her hand upon his arm.
"Oh be kind to her" she whispered;
"don't let her drift away from you in
The General did not speak; look of in
tense pain passed over his worn features,
and that was all, and then he moved on,
and Miriam turned again to face her mother:
ssYou have come to sad house, Miriam"
said Mrs. Clyde. ST have not yet even had
strength of mind to go down to speak to Sir
James, but I suppose your father is with
him?"
"He is not here, mother" answered Mir
lam, and her eyes fell
1.Not here?' repeated Mrs. Clyde, in the
greatest surprise. 'fDo you mean to tell
me he allowed you to come all the way
from Scotland alone?"
'tNo, the butler and Ford came with me-"
said Miriam, for she felt her mothers keen
ewes were fixed on her face. "James could
not come-something prevented him."
Mrs Clyde said nothing further, but she
looked and felt uneasy. Then she began
talking about Joan, and told Miriam that
the change for the worse had come very un-
e1pectedly.
"And-and Is there no hope?" asked
Miriam, with faltering tongue.
'T fear none," answered Mrs Clyde sor-
rovfully; at il Q sad, sad thing to be cut off
so young and 50 beautiful as she was; 1 fear
it will Just break the Generals heart"
She did not know that the Generals
heart was already broken. He was sitting
at this moment by Joan's bedside, and her
thin hand lay In hiA He had said no word
Of reproach; he asked no questions, and his
eyes were fixed on the face Of his dying
wife.
''Did-did Miriam tell you what wish
you now to know?" presently asked Joan,
locking up
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THE Art OF FASCINATION.
It Must Always Be Cultivated Early and In
the Homo Circle.

It Must Always Be Cultivated Early and In
the Homo Circle.
Philadelphia Record.I
The secret of fascination is one which
many a woman would sacrifice great deal
to learn. To cultivate charming and at
tractive manner one must begin at home,
and surely better school could not be de-
vised, for the training is, in its way, perfec-
tion.
Here you are sure to find each day little
rubs which must be soothed with skillful
touch; there is constant mind friction go
ing on among even the most devoted MEM
bers of the household. 1t is painful fact,
though none the less true, that ones family
acts as constant counter-irritant. Now q
steady effort to smooth over the rough
places, minister to wounded hearts and with
dett touches erase unpleasant memories is
called for, and the woman who obeys the
summons is pretty sure to find herself fully
able to cope in the most agreeable fashion
with the outside world.
Few women, however, realize that fas-
cination OF manner is not born, but culti-
waited. 1t begins to bud in the nursery, de-
velops under the skilltul training of palms.
taking instructors, and blossoms forth into
complete beauty in the society OF we'll
bred women.
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CHAPTER XIV.
A wOMAN'S HAIR.

WOMAN'S HAIR
"Joan wishes to see you," said Miriam
tremulously; "she-she wishes to tell you
something-something that is preying on
her mind"
"Not, not-about Robert Conray?" asked
the grey-haired General in violent agita-
tion.
Miriam cast down her eyes.
'Then you lied to me in Scotland?" went
on the General, his pallid face flushing
strangely. "And now on her deathbed I
am to hear the truth"
'Tt, it is very sad, said Miriam, and her
eyes were full of tears.
"Sad?" echoed General Conray; 'ft Is
death to me; would that had died before
her; died before the black shadow of doubt
stole into my heart"
"But, hut she has suffered so much"
pleaded Miriam, "and she was but girl. a
young girl-Ohl General Conray, speak
kindly to her-let her die in peace"
The old man made no answer; he covered
his face with his hand; he turned away his
head, and for moment or two Miriam dare
not disturb his grief
'She is SO anxious to see you," presently
said Miriam.
"Let me have a little time-Miriam, after
I saw you in Scotland went to Newbrough-
on-the-Sea, and was recalled from there by
the news of Joan's relapse. But when
there I learned that soldier had been
stationed there; a soldier who bore the name
of Dare, who had gone on furlough day
before my arrival at the place. and from the
description of this man I believe him to be
Ferrars, the murderer of Robert Conray."
ST cannot tell" said Miriam, as steadily
as she could.
"Joan in her rawlings said you knew; be-
ieve you do know, though you will not tell
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dying eyes were fixed on his. Then her lips
moved, and he bent nearer to catch the
words
"Forgive - Robert" she whispered
hoarsely, and a groan broke from the
Generals lips as he listened Robert was
once more on the pillow, Joan was dead
Sir James returned to the house after
Miriam had left Kintore, with heavy
heart and moody brow. He had seen her
bend forward as if to catch parting glimpse
of him, as the carriage drove away, and this
act, which day ago would have given him
thrill Of pleasure, seemed now only to add
to his restless pain.
He seemed, indeed, to have lost all inter-
est In everything. His head groom pres
emily came to the house and asked to see
him, to tell him about the injured horse ss
Strathloe, and Sir James listened listlessly.
The man wanted the horse brought back to
Kintore, as she isn't happy there, Sir
James" said the groom, ''he's not used to
that kind of stables, ye know"
For something to try to divert his
thoughts, Sir James then said he would
walk over to Strathloe and see what he
thought He did this, and his horse whined
when he entered the inn stablea Sir James,
who was fond OF animals and very kind TO
them, went up and patted his glossy coat
and examined his knees, and finally agreed
with the groom be would be better at home.
This being settled, Sir James walked back
to Kintore. He was in that restless, mis-
cradle state of mind when we move from
place to place, and find no relief anywhere.
And so the day wore on, but about o'clock
servant came to tell him that the land:
lord of the little inn at Strathloe wished
to see him very particularly.
"What does he want?" asked Sir James,
hat lmpatientlY.
Stubs, his servant, could not tell him,
and it ended by Sir James going into the
hall to speak to the landlord, who was
named Muir.
"well, Mr.. Muir" he said, anything
the matter?"
The landlord wiped his brow with his red
cotton handkerchief, though the day vas
cold, before he answered.
'Tm very sorry to say there "a sif
James," he said
'What is 1t thsn7"
THAT poor genslemsr, Ma Dsra thst ~
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grew very happy and threw themselves
PROSTATE upon the floor; some danced and
shouted for joy; others clapped their hands
and shouted: "'Sank yo', Jesus. yo' done
save my SOUL"
grew little frightened, but Ben told
me to be quiet, that the minister would not
think his sermon 'sgood' unless ''de folks
got happy" Even Ben himself grew de-
lighted, and the minister shouted: 'tMen
and bretherin, up in hebben da am tree,
an on dis yere tree da am some fritters, and
desc yere fritters are all cooked and hot.
Bless de Lawd, my bretherin, for by de side
of dis yere tree da am a ribber, an dis yere
ribber am ribber of lasses, an all yo' has
ter do is reach up, pick fritter and sop an
eat, fo' men an bretherin, such is de king
dom of hebben."
And then followed long discourse upon
the happiness of the saints, etc My pen
fails to convey to you the expression of the
faces in that congregation.
Again another hymn is lined:
So glad, so glad Use done been converted.
So glad SO glad de Lnwd He save my soul.
He save my soul from destruction,
So glad, so glad he done save my soul.
rs glad, so glad I done hab conquered
Satan;
So glad, SO glad I've foun' de Lawd, my
So glad, SO glad he done save my soul.
Stories From tho Cemetery.
After the benediction we pass through the
little cemetery which surrounds the church
Gods Acre, it has been fitly called The
sun plays hide and seek around the little
tombstones roses bloom upon the graves,
and the wind, rose-lsden, breathes softly
through the trees On one tombstone We
read:
Annie L.-died Aug. 90, 1853, at five in the
morning, leaving husband and six small
children to mourn her loss.
If you could speak you would cay as you
said that morning long ago. 'They have
killed me, they have beaten me to death!'
Your bruised and SCARED body spoke more
eloquently than human tongue.
On another stone we read:
Eolie, an octoroon, aged 81. Poor and
beautiful.
None loved her besti
asked Ben If he knew the story of her
life and he said yes She had centered her
life, her love, her interests upon one object
and had seen him gather to himself q new
love. This poor octoroon had tasted the
bitter sweet of life and, too weak to fight
life's battles alone, she had dared to face
the awful mystery of death and had
ended her own life.
What stories of woe that old cemetery
could tell! To the quiet sleeper in this
Gods Acre the grave had become the door
through which they entered heaven, the re-
ceptacle in which they placed their worm
out garments. The birds in the trees seemed
to chant requiem for the repose of their
souls. No more pain and sorrow. Truly,
truly, 'Life begins, life suffers, life ends!''
A Black Belt Wedding.
Ben's daughter was married this week and
we were all invited to tho Wedding 1t was
a picturesque and beautiful sight The
barefooted pickaninnies, the cold aunties
and uncles," the gemmen, the bridemaids
was adorned with flowers and moses, the
old-fashioned mantelpiece had become .
bower of loveliness. The dining room
tables were loaded with unlimited refresh
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4 BLACK BELT CHURCH
The Preacher Holds His Hymnal Up
side Down and Yet Reads.
HIS CONGREGATION GETS NOISY.
Novel Scenes at Q Wedding in Which the
Twain We're Made Twins
TIE BARRIER BUILT IN BLOOD

rcoRRsspoNpENCE OF THE DIsPArcH.1
SELMA, ALA, August 10.
To see ourselves ss others see us.
What an air of sacredness envelopes a
country church, The rough wooden pews
and desks seem to partake of the baptismal
fount and consecrated cup Ben has taken
us all to his church, or, as he calls it, my
meetin' house"
What quaint old place 1t isl Only .
rude building made of logs and plastered
with mudl No stained glass windows or
cushioned pews greet your eyes a. you en-
ter-only few wooden benches, dozen or
two chairs and deski
Some good sister has made scarf of cot
ton bleaching to cover the desk and upon
1t rests the Sacred Book. Ben took us early
that we might see and be seen. Yes, and
that we might ask any question before the
minister came.
One Preacher for Forty Years.
What history that church has 1t was
built before the war and has always been
used by the colored people as church.
The minister-well, he has been preaching
In that place for forty years and has never
missed Sunday. What a dear old man he
isl If he were only as strong from his
shoulders up az he is from his shoulders
down he would be q grand specimen of
manhood. He is illiterate, but, rs Ben
saws, "He sure breaches fac's and has done
save many soul from hell; he sure help
wretch undone."
As he enters the pulpit he picks up .
hymnal and lines the following hymn:
Just as am without one plea,
A shelter in the time of storm.
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
shelter in the time of storm.
O, Jesus is the Rock in q weary land, a weary
- land, a weary land,
o, Jesus Is the Rock in q weary land,
A shelter in q time OF storm.
notice that the hymnal is turned upside
down and wonder how 1t is that the good
parson can read so readily.
He begins the second verse.
Just as I am and waiting not
A shelter in time of storm.
Too
20, brethren, dis yere hymn done fill my
soul enuf; we doan sing no moh."
We learned after church that he had for
gotten the hymn and bad taken this as
means OF saving himself,
An Exciting Time in Church.
A few simple prayers followed the sing
ing and then the parson announced his text:
''For OF Such is the Kingdom of Heaven I"
1t was an original sermon, and one which
stirred the hearts of his congregation. Men
and women forgot their home lite and social
ties, and thought only Of their soul Some
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''She told me that you wished to see me-"
answered the General, in low faltering
voice.
81 wish you to know the truth about
Robert Conray before die, said Joan with
a great effort. 81 wish you to know all nv
sin and my shame, and the secret of his
death"
The General started and bit his pallid
lips.
SIT was I, not Miriam, who was with him
on the night of his murder" continued
Joan, forcing the dreadful words from her
quivering lips. "He-he was my lover
we used to. meet in secret, and that night
we had met"
The General turned away his head; he
had half believed this before, but to hear il
was terrible; to hear it from Joan's own
lips.
"We were together, and Ferrars, Miriam's
lover, who had come in secret to Tyeford,
as you objected to his visits on account Of
Miriam, came into the grounds to meet
Miriam when we were there. He mistook
me for Miriam, and in a jealous rage he
he shot poor Robert-he died in my arms."
She said no more, nor did the General
speak. He sat there with his bowed head
and his ashen face, and Joan lay back
breathless and exhausted. Presently, how
ever, she revived little and fixed her
sunken eyes on the Generals face.
"Can you forgive me, nv husband?" she
said, in hollow voice. "Forgive me before
die?'
Then the General fell down on his knees
by the bedside.
Tiff nv forgiveness can comfort you,
JOAN" he faltered. 81 forgive you from my
heart"
'God will forgive me if you do" gasped
Joan, and q great change came over her
face. ''Kiss me, my husband"
He bent his head and kissed her, and he
saw as he did so that her last moments were
come. He therefore hastily rang the bell
for the others, and lifted her head upon his
arm. A smile stole over her face, and her
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undeveloped resources. The Gar himself
has no idea of the wealth OF his country.
Millions upon millions of acres ni it have
never been touched by the pillow, and
hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of
its square miles have never been pros
pected.
1t has gold regions as rich as any in the
world which have never been worked with
modern mining machinery, and its vast
iron and copper regions produce the finest
metals of this kind known to man. Its oil
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The Man.Facsd Crab,

One of the most singular-loo king
creatures that ever walked the earth, or
"swam the waters under the earth, +" is the
world-famous man-faced crab OF Japan. Its
body is hardly an inch in length, yet the
head is fitted with face which is the per-
feet counterpart of Chinese coolie-a ver-
liable missing link, with eyes, nose and
mouth all clearly defined. This curious and
uncanny creature, besides the great like
ness it bears to a human being in the face,
is provided with two legs which seem to
grow from the top of its head and hang
down over the side of its face.
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LOBSTER A LA NEWBURG.
The Curious Way in Which . Favorite Els b
Came to Be Named.

The Curious Way in Which Favorite Els b
Came to Be Named.
New York SUM-
Everybody who has a chance to dine at
frst-class restaurants once in . while knows
lobster Ia Newburg by name if not by
sight and taste, that probably he has won
dered why little city on the Hudson and
has no Holsters, or, at least, does not get
them fresh, should give its name to this
felicitous and richly seasoned article of
diet. Well, Newburg has nothing to do
with it, for the name is concealed compli-
ment, bestowed on the inventor of the dish
by the late Mr.. Delmonico.
Among the guests of his hostelry was a
gentleman q little past middle life, who
wore gray mustache and q blue necktie,
and who used to take his meals in the cate,
where he could smoke and be at ease. He
is dead now. One evening while at dinner
he was in the act of pulling a lobster to
pieces, when the proprietor sauntered near
He said: "Look here, Delmonico, is this
the best you can do?"
SIT is certainly the best wsy to eat lob
ster," answered the host
"I'll lay you hundred I'll show you a
better way"
'Done," said Delmonico.
Two or three friends were invited over to
the table to act as judges and to hold the
stakes. The man with blue necktie sent
for chaing dish, lobster, and certain in
gradients, and then and there compounded
the Wand that is served all over the coun-
try now. The party devoured it, pro-
nounced it good, and Mr.. Delmonico grace
fully owned that he had lost his bet
Shortly afterward there appeared on Del
monico's bills of fare, ''Homard la New
burg" He wanted to give credit to the in
ventor of the dish, but for fear lest he
might offend him he transposed the letters
in the first syllable of his name, 50 that the
man with the blue necktie, who was really
Mr.. Wenburg, is disguised in fame as New
burg.