Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-07-21

till his sister mentioned IT. were
both here, Di and !"
"W,.., want you to take Miss Rayne
under the trees and amuse her. Mind
you are not to let any one bother her;
she has a headache"
"Ob. poor dear." exclaimed Diana
I'VE won't let any one bother her. vii!
we Bertie?'
Certainly not, Dr." the youth re-
sponded.
BE off at once, then" said Lady
Grove, and the couple departed.
But halfway across the sward BERTHE
Trevor pulled up with jerk.
"Oh, say, Di--" he remarked, turn
ing suddenly red.
well, what do you say when you
say nothing?" his sister inquired.
About that time, you know, when l
met them coming from the academy and
she was crying
"Well?"
well, if people go and cry when you
haven't said anything. Hang it all, yoi'
know"
Don't be silly. BERTHE, 1t wasn't you.
She was just crying for Joy. OF course
"Sure?"
Certain"
"Oh, we'll, it's all right IL you say
So"
of course, it is. What fellow you
are old man. You haven't half enough
confidence in yourself" And so the
mutual aid society,"" as brother and Sis
ter were called, drifted away Ito form
hollow square" round .uiss Rayne.
And so Mr.. Osborne has gone to st.
Petersburg?" Di was remarking, Few
minutes later as she sat on the grass at
Eva's feet. "How awfully nice. We
went there with Uncle Jonas--Professor
Jonas, you know. He's awfully clever
and knows all about Russia, and he's
here this afternoon. I'm sure he'd like
to know you, but as your head Is so bad
1t wouldn't do"
Il should like to see him very much,
Eva interrupted, her face suddenly
flushing with interest. "Oh Mr.. Trevor,
if your uncle would come and talk to
me-"
BERTHE cast an anxious and doubtful
glance at his sister, but receiving an al
firmative nod departed.
Il don't know whether we're done
right Di said, apologetically, only
I'm sure our small talk must tease you
quite as much as uncle would. | must
tell you, though, that Uncle Jonas has
to be wound up when you want him to
talk. and then the worst of 1t is you
can't stop him until he runs down. You
see, he reads such lot of papers to the
Royal Geographical and other societies
that he gets used to talking right away
for an hour. But If he bores you just
ask me for my smelling salts-I haven't
got any, but that doesn't matter-and
BERTHE and l will shut him up II we
nave W uO IL ny main ioANS'
The professor arrived and he did talk
He prosed away till Di and BERTHE be-
gan to fidget. But still Miss Rayne sat
and listened and never asked for that
smelling bottle which was non est.
1.-THE fact is, Miss Rayne,' he said,
"the eyes of the civilized world will be
on Russia this winter. In this year OIL
grace, 1892, we are going to see an I'M
paralleled famine desolating a country
which has, If it chose TO use them, all
the resources of science ready at It's
hand. The harvest was bad last year,
but the x-gatherers insisted on Selling
the grain for seed in payment for taxes
in arrear. That was Killing the goose
with a vengeance. Look at the situa-
tion-no machinery, no science, no fer
tilizers, and no seed, except what they
snatch from the bin which has been
filled for the mill-and ask yourself II
famine is not a foregone conclusion. It's
all very we'll to call the Muscovite peas
ant improvident when he grinds corn
that ought to go for sowing, but when
we have it, as have had it, on the per-
sonal authority of a man like Tolstoi
that in normal times the said peasant
only consumes 70 per cent. Of the nour-
ishment required to bring his body up
to standard, can we wonder that he
saws, when the officials OF the Car
seized his seed >:rain: Let the next year
look after ITSELF I'll eat to-day, while
I'm alive to do so?'
Does the Car know? No, most
probably he doesn't. I've no doubt that
he would have RENTED the taxes and
made a sacrifice to bind the people to
the SOIL but the officials always want to
gather them, because they live. not on
their salaries, but on the filtration Of