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The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
TRAVEL IN ANCIENT DAYS

Travellers in oldtime Italy had
sorry time of it. Says critic: The
frescoes of Bonozzo Gozzoli in the
Flccardi palace, and also those in the
Campo Santo of Pisa, bring vividly
before us another phase of country
life, that of travel in the days of the
renaissance. AS we watch the long
cavalcade which winds round the steep
mountain path, We are carried back
to the time when wheeled carriages
we're almost unknown, for, indeed,
there were but few roads on which
they would have been possible. The
only highway between one city and an
other was often little more than
rough bride path, a quagmre Of mud
in winter, and, passing through
tangled thicket here and there, a hid
ing place for outlaws and wild beasts.
There was no choice but to ride on
horseback, save on state occasions,
when great lady might be carried on
litter well padded with feather mat
tresses covered with crimson silk. All
goods of every kind were conveyed
on the backs of horses or baggage
mules.
I'VE have many accounts Of travel
In those days, for a journey was
serious matter, not to be lightly under
taken or. easily forgotten. Thus,
when the Duchess Beatrice of Milan
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At Shrine of Saint
Tomb of St. Anthony at Padua.
Italy, Is a Marvel of Beauty.
Especial Correspondence.)

Wandering through the art CALLER
les Of Europe, one constantly comes
upon that favorite subject OF Relais-
sance artists, the visions of St. An
thony. Murllo above all others. lov
ed to depict the Paduan saint. How
tenderly his brush fingers upon those
masterpieces, where the Christ chic
appears before the young Franciscan
How varied, too, are these scenes!
st. Anthony, while reading, surprised
by the holy vision: St. Anthony on his
knees before the Child enthroned; and
lastly, crowning ecstasy, the Infant
folded in his arms, while iubilant an
gels sing hosannas in praise.
One grows to have deep tender
ness for this rapturous, ardent young
saint, and visit to his shrine at
Padua is more pilgrimage than a
mere sightseeing tour.
Though Padua has not the attrac-
tions of many towns in Northern
Italy; neither the ruins of Verona. the
The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
SHIPMATEs NEVER IN ACCORD

Ia the eyes of all engineers of
.ihirs are profoundly ignorant Here
are some of the stories they tell. A
young man went into the engine room
with a message from the captain to
the engineer. The latter saw the
other was interested and began to
explain things to him. Being a civil
and ohliging man he made no attempt
TO tell fairy tales to the stranger and,
moreover, he kept as clear as possible
of all puzzling technicalities. He
pointed out the cylinders, the various
rods. the eccentrics, the shaft, and SO
on, explained roughly the uses of the
various pumps and auxiliary machin-
cry. and the mate was genuinely pleas
ed and interested, and said so. Then,
when going up on deck again,
thought seemed to strike him. Hating
on the ladder. he called the engineer
and explained his difficulty. Thanks,
awfully, for showing me around, Mac;
as pikestaff. But one thing | don't
quite grasp; what are the boilers
for?' The engineer promptly replied:
why. to keep the fremen from
wearying, you IDIOT"
A burly, thck-headed skipper had
been given the command of little
steam collier. Going up with great
pride on the bridge of his new ship,
the first thing that caught his eye was
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the eng.se room telegraph. What's
that for!' he demanded. Why, that
goes down to the engine room," was
the reply. You see all the orders on
IT. Full speed Half Slow Stop
You just have to move the handle"
The old man was charmed. If Aa put
the handle to Full will she gang full
speed?" why, certainly An if Aa
put he handle to Stop will she stop
ganeing?" Certainly" The old man
was still more charmed. Finally, after
thinking some time, he heaved great
sieh Of pleasure. "Why. that's fine,
man That's clever! That does away
with all them saucy deevils o engin.
eers,"
Another old Scotchman was coming
alongside at South Shields in his new
command. With great stampings or
the knob that rang the engine-room
bel, he had at last got abreast OF
ort. He was puzzled as to the means
for getting close in. He jumped on
the bell knob and rang great incoher-
| en- peals in the engine room. But it
had no effect. Matters seemed to get
slichtly worse. Finally, in undignified
despair he turned and addressed his
engineer by word of mouth: IA
diyen't want to gang aheid! Aa
divsn't want to gang astern! But
just gle 'er wallop on the port
side"
The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
Pay Tribute to Neuro.

The citizens of Centralia, in the
state OF Washington, lately paid a
high honor to the memory Of negro
who was the founder of the town
He bore the name of George Wash.
lngton, and was SO years old. He be-
came man of means, at one time
estimated to be worth s15O,OOO, and
mad presented to the city with a tract
or land for park, and given libcrally
to other local causes. When his fun
eral took place all the stores &1 the
city were closed in his honor.
The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
SERMON DRAWN FROM TRAGEDY
Some Of the Causes That Led Up to
"Wasted Life"

All the sermons are not preached
from pulpits, although the substance
of most Of the texts may be found in
the scriptures. During the week a
man preached sermon with a bullet
He wrote this text first:
"a wasted life-all my own fault
and wasted opportunities
A wasted life is simply the sum OF
wasted opportunities. Life is madn up
OF opportunities, either improved or
neglected. Usually ones surroundings
at the outset determine whether op-
portunities are to be seized and ntil-
lied as they present themselves, or
are to be allowed to pass by practi-
cally annoticed.
The man who left the text before
ending what he considered a wanted
life was the son of a retired distiller.
Presumably he had in his formative
days the advantages that wealth can
g!ve-which means that he also had
a number of formidable disadyan-
tages. Seldom is it good for boy to
prepare for life in the easy ways fur.
nished by practically unlimited sup
ply Of cash.
1t is assumed, therefore, that this
unfortunate man started with n Sc.
1ious handicap-his fathers wealth.
thoughtlessly dispensed. made life too
easy for him, unified him for the tri
ais of a business or professional ca.
:eer.
So he wasted his opportunities, the
stepping stones to efficiency and
achievement. His college training
gave him no advantage; his fathers
wealth was as milestone around his
neck The wasted days ran into vast
ed weeks and wasted years; and the
most lamentable thing is that he had
sense enough to know that he was a
failure, yet not sense enough to real
iZe that in himself he had the e1e-
ments that turn failure into success
At 35 no life should be called vast
ed. for the best part of life still lies
ahead. The opportunities that have
come will not present themselves
again; but there will be other oppor-
tunities, and much progress may be
made, even if the first half Of life has
been rnisspent.
Perhaps this mans rich father was
largely to blame for the failure; but,
cfter all, srcress is an individual mat
ter. No man can waste another mans
life; he must DO this for himself. And
there is no hour from the cradle to
the grave when he may not stop the
wasting Without self-destruction =
and make the rest Of his life, be it
hours or years, useful to himself and
to his fellows.-Chicago Post.
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First to Use Valuable Method.

1t is said Of Albera Gallatin OF Sac.
ramento, Cal, who has just died, that
he conceived and first carried out the
modern method of the long-distance
transmission of electric energy for
power and light by carrying electric.
ity to his city, twenty-five roties, from
water power a. Folsom. II is claimed
that when he carried this power to
run the street car service of Sacra.
mento he was the pioneer, and until
he made a success of it tie scheme
vas looked upon with increduit5.
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went on diplomatic mission to Ven
ice and wished to make good impress
sion on the senate, we are told that
She had fifty mules in her train, laden
with her costly dresses. OF another
princess Blanca Sforza, on her way
to marry the Emperor Maximilian, We
have a pitiful account of her journey,
from the pen of her secretary. She
started from Milan at the end Of No
yomber, to be nearly shipwrecked in
sudden storm on the Lake Of Como:
then, with endles hardships of tenn
pestuous, wintry weather. she rode
across that fearful cruel mountain
the stelvio pass, one hap!ess ladt<-in-
waiting having to be left behind at
Gravedona! Not until Christmas eve
did Blanca at last reach Innsbruck.
Again, we have the famous jour
ney of Lucretia Borgia across Italy,
from Rome to Ferrara, with an I'M
mense retinue of nearly 1000 persons,
which took twenty-five days in the
depth of winter. If we had chanced
to meet them on the way-wth their
splendid dresses and gaudily capari-
soned horses, with dwarfs and testers
TO beguile the way, and company of
trumpeters, drums and hautboys to
make martial music-we might have
mistaken 1t for travelling circus thus
noisily parading through the land
The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
TOWARD THE HIGH IDEAL

Longing is Gods fresh heavenward will,
With our poor carthward striving;
We quench 1t that we may be still
Content with merely living;
But. would We leaIn that hearts full
scope
Which We are hourly wronging.
our lives must climb from hope 70 hope
And realize our longing.
oh. let us hope that to our praise
good God not only rcckons
he moments when we tread dis Tnr,
Rut Wien the spirit beckons-
That some slight good is also wrought
Beyond the SELF satisfaction
When we are simply good in thought
HeWC' We fail in action.
james Russell LowC
The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
Well in Public Square.

Anthony stands before us. At first
sight the architecture of this church
impresses one as fantastic in the eX.
treme, but. too, it holds the charm of
fantasy. One might say that it looked
like bunch of inflated balloons, tug
ging at their tie ropes. Its seven
domes, its slender towers, flying but
tresses and jutting chapels, all seem
to be held together, as it were under
protest. Many artists worked in the
erection Of st. Anthony's, and it COW
ers larger area than 81. Marks at
Venice.
The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
Saw No Values In Numbers,

When Ell Menebhi was chief min
lister to the sultan of Morocco he Wis
tied London and was much impressed
by the beauty Of the houses of parlia-
ment. He inquired what the building
was for and was informed that some
600 wise men assembled there to set
tie the affairs Of the nation. "Six
hundred he exclaimed in amaze
ment. How do you get anything
done? My master settles everything
himself"
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or all the myriad moods of mind
That through the soul come thronging
Which one was e'er so dear, so kind,
So beautiful as longing?
The thing we long for. that we arc
For one transcendent moment,
Before the Present. poor and bare,
Can make its sneering. comment.
Still through our paltry stir and strife,
CLOVIS down the wished ideal.
And longing molds in clay that life
Carves in the marble real;
To let the new life in. we know,
Desire must ope the portal
Perhaps the longing to be so
5-s!ps Irake the soul immortal.
The Grit-advocate., 1905-11-10
OPPORTUNITY MISSED By CAR
In His Weakness He Aiienated Most
Powerful Supporters.


William T. Stead writes of the czar
Of Russia: when Nicholas II. came
to the throne he was young man of
pa raw and inexperienced youth un-
accustomed to the exercise of respon-
sible authority but given to indulge in
idealistic aspirations as to what he
might be able to do for Russia.
When the premature death of his ia
ther summoned him to the throne he
was weighed down, not unnaturally,
by sense of his own incapacity to
step at once into the great position Of
Alexander III. Naturally modest and
retiring, he had never pushed himself
forward. The overshadowing person
alities Of his parents did not leave
much room for the development Of
much independence of character
Hence, when Nicholas became emper-
or he naturally clung 10 the old ad-
visers Of his father, the veteran minis
ters of the crown, and distrusted his
own judgment. Diffident, shy and In
tensely conscious Of his new post, he
almost of necessity did as he was told.
1t was at this moment that the Philis-
tines fell upon him and caEied him
of into captivity.
'It was done in this wise. All the
representatives OF the nation, mobiles
mingling with peasants, delegates
from the zemstvos with the mayors of
great cities. were gathered together in
January, 1894, in the winter palace to
greet their new sovereign. Such a
scene of loyal enthusiasm had not
been witnessed in Russia in the life
time of a generation The advent Of a
new and youthful emperor had revived
the hopes of the nation. The assem-
blage in the winter palace was com
posed OF men boiling over with en-
prepared to welcome with effusiVe'
gratitude single kind and generous
word from the lips Of the new mon
arch. When Nicholas II. entered the
hall profound stiffness fell upon the
throng. Advancing into 1heir midst
he stopped and, standing hat in hand,
he spoke to his subjects in clear, ring
ing tones. At first he used the ordi-
nary words Of courtesy, but then he
uCCldlsu III WI US lAoI uil lAhS III III W
the hearts of his audience that the
hopes which some of the zemstvos had
expressed were idiotic dreams and
that he was resolved to maintain in
tact his autocratic power.
at was set lesson, learned by rote
and spoken with the mechanical pre-
cision of a phonograph. When 1t was
over the emperor turned and left the
hall with all the relief of schoolboy
who had spoken his piece and finished
his lesson. But If the effect of that
blighting speech was evil in the ma.
tion 1t had still more disastrous re-
suits for the emperor The words
which had been put into his mouth op-
Grated like one of the magic formula
which in fairy tales suddenly trans
forms a palace into prison and ban.
ish the hero far away into the heart
of an enchanted forest where he must
sleep unseen until the hour of his de.
liverance. He had alienated the only
force which would have given him
strength to assert himself against the
bureaucracy"
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testimonials by those whom the sai"t
has miracuously cured. On one sic :,
too, is pile of old crutches, in sorsy
contrast to the gorgeous shrine.
In secluded corner of the grcl
basilica is a picture, supposedly an an.
thentic portrait of ST. Anthony. Tfs
style is that of Giotto, and the pain.-
ing has been attributed to him. TvJ
figures kneel at the feet of the sain.,
who stands erect and extends hf5
hand in blessing. The grouping is
stiff and the coloring crude, but tie
expression of AnthOny's face is mild
and beatfic, and as we move away.
we feel that his blessing has extended
down the centuries, even unto us.
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Tomb of ST. Anthony.
Truly beautiful is the last resting
place OF ST. Anthony. One long re-
tains memory of dazzling. white
carved marble, of a roof picked out
in gold, of votive lamps hung between
rounded arches, and of immense sill
Yer angels. holding candles, that light
the tomb. The walls of the CHAPEL are
completely covered with relisf5.
showing the life of the saint, from his
ordination. and the different miracles
which he performed. The most cee-
brated is that where Anthony causes
young child 10 testify to its mothe;'s
innocence: a beautiful group but cold
in execution. Attached to the shrine
are numerous vo.iye offerings. fam
ing hearts and crosses in silver aud
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mosaics of Ravenna nor the architec-
tural freaks of Bologna; still it can
boast Roman descent, and no less !;
person than the stern Mantegne head
ed its school of art. Padua, too, was
one of the adopted homes of Dante,
I'll Divino." 1t takes but little imag-
ination, indeed, to conjure up the
meeting between him and Giotto,
which took place here in the early
years of the fourteenth century.
Giotto must have tarried many
months in Padua, for he has left here
masterpieces such as no true student
of the Renaissance would dare neg
lect His Life of the Virgin" COM
pletely covers the walls of an unpre-
tentious little church, called "Madon-
ma dell Arena" Faded, cracked by
weather and by time. these frescoes
still stand as one of the art wonders
of the world.
Streets Unattractive.
True to the traditions Of north
Italian towns, the streets OF Padua
are flanked by low arcades; others
are narrow, sunless passages. pic
turesque, but damp and forbdding as
an avenue of tombs.
There is much to please the eye, as
one saunters through the main thor
oughfares trending towards the great
church. which has been the loadstOne
of our visit. The street scenes are
delightful, as they are in all Italian
cities. The people take to their
homes only as a last resort, and at
the close of long day lived in the
sunshine. We find the poor congre-
gated at the market place, broad
piazza, flankcd by fine old building,
called "PalaZZo del Capitani." The
signori, however. are never seen far
from the marble rorticoes of some
cafe, where they sip vermouth and
kill time. They never have pressing
business, these gentlemen of Italy.
Finally emerging on an open
square, the immense basilica of ST.
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The vast, whitewashed interior Is
bare and chilling, and one hastens
through to reach the chapel of the
saint.
The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1905-12-04

fell to 76H, rose to 70 and then
dropped back to 76. He had margined
his holdings to II, and II it fell to that
price his 10000 would be gone and he
ruined. For many nights he had had
but little sleep, and that made hideous
by dreams filed with the ~unceasing
whir and click. click, click Of the
ticker. He was worn and weary with
the long nervous strain and misery Of
seeing his fortune slowly clipped away
by the clicker's tick that had come to
sound like the teeth Of 70 many little
devils swapping at him. To let his
holdings 60, he could not, and, lured
on and on by the brokers daily uttered
assertion that wheat could not go
much lower. but must have a rally
soon." he bad kept putting up margins.
Now all he could possibly raise was In
the brokers' hands, and when that was
gone all was lost
Frye sat and watched the blackboard
where the Uneven columns of quota
tons looked like 30 many little legs
ever growing longer. Around him
WCAC q olOIC VI ObhCA 11CA
the figures. No one cared whether an
other won or lost in the great gam
bling game that ruins thousands.
1t was the caldron filed with lies,
false reports, fictitious sales and the
hope and lust Of gain that boiled and
dubbed, heated by the fires Of hell.
And ever around that caldron the souls
rf mn. rome of~o1f,nD or,rnfnD fhnir
losses and gloating over their gains.
And Frye was muttering curses.
So fast came the quotations that the
boy could no longer record them. In
stead he called them out in a drawing
singsong:
September wheat now seventy
three-the half-fve-eighths-a half
iye-eighths split-now a half-three-
eighths - quarter seventy-three!"
Frye set his feet hard together and
clinched his hands. Only 2 cents in
price stood between him and the loss
of all his twenty years saving. AL
the lies he had told for miserable gain.
all the misery self denial he had prac.
ticed. all the clients he had cheated
dAu AODbEos al iAC ndtkCA Tx na0 WOH
from others, availed him not. His con-
temptible soul and his life almost now
hung by a misery 2 cents.
"Seventy-three-a quarter-an eighth
-seventy-three-now seventy-two sew
-three-quarters split-now hve-eighths
"a half-a half.'
Pandemonium was raging in the Chi
cage wheat pit, and the ticker's teeth
clicked like mad.
"Seventy-two--a half-a half-three-
e%ighths-a half-three-eighths-a quar-
~ter-seventy- two
Cold beaus of sweat gathered on
Frye's forehead. One cent more and
he was ruined.
September wheat now seventy-one
seven-eighths seven -eighths three
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES split-now the
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS half "a
b II five-eighths-a half-a half again
-t.trce-eighths-a qnarter-an eighth
4 -larter-an-e ighth5a quarter-an
sn
The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1905-12-04

have marked down the price of
books and Stationery so per cent NV
stock was damaged a little by smoke
and will close it out at Scots. on a dol
lor and the stock is as good as ever,
but a .rifle damaged from smoke.
BREAD, DOUGHTNUTS, FRUIT
AND VEGETABLES
OF ALL KINDS.
Ny stock of NOTIONS is complete
and now is the time to buy my goods
at half their value. / have ordered
another stock OF school books and sta
tiouery of all kinds and viii soon un.
pack he finest line Eve opened. Give
ne a call.
CHRIS Diehl.
The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1905-12-04

eighth-an efghth-a quarter split-an
eighth
"Seventy-onev
Frye was ruined.
He gave one low moan, the first and
only one during those three long weeks
Of agony.
The devils teeth kept swapping; the
endless coils Of tape kept unwinding.
The boy continued his drawl, but Frye
paid no heed. Only those spider legs
on the wall seemed kicking at him, and
that fatal seventy-one-one-one-kept
ringing In his ears. He arose and
staggered out and with bowed head
made his way to the Office.
Whir-r-r-r-r!
Click, click, click!
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES! 1t was the
ward OF his desk in a stupor.
At this moment Uncle Terry, with
Frye's letter In his pocket and right
eous wrath in his heart, was speeding
toward Boston as fast as steam could
carry him.
The clear, incisive strokes of an ad-
jacent clock proclaiming midnight
awoke Frye. He raised his head. arose,
lit the two gas jets and sat down.
Seventy-one-one-one!
They brought it all back to him, and
now. alone in his misery, he groaned
aloud, and with his despair came the
dread of the morrow, when he must go
forth crushed, broken, despairing. pen
niless.
All would know 1t, and all would re-
joice. Out Of the many that hated or
feared him not n would feel a grain
of pity, and he knew 1t.
Then his past life came back to him.
He had never married, and since be
had looked down upon his dead moth
er's face no woman's hand had sought
his with tenderness. All his long life of
grasping greed had been spent in money
getting and money saving. No sense
of right or justice had ever restrained
him. Year after year he had added to
his hoard, carefully invested it, and
now it had all been swept away.
He took a pen and wrote a brief let
ter. Then he went to his tall safe,
opened both doors and, taking a small,
fiat packet from an inner till, returned
to his desk, placed that and the letter
in one long envelope and sealed and d.
rected it.
Once more his head sank forward Tn
the desk, and he groaned aloud. For
a long time he remained thus, living
over the past three weeks Of agony.
and then there smote upon his tortured
nerves the sound of many clocks strik-
Ing 1. 1t sounded as if they were mock
ing him, and from far and near, some
harsh and sharp, some faint in the dis
lance. came that fatal. one. one, one!
He arose and, going to a small locker in
his room, grasped a half filed bottle of
liquor and drank deeply.
He arose again and, taking a letter
opener, crowded bits Of paper into the
keyhole of the door and up and down
the crack. Then he closed the one win
dow, turned out the two gas jets and
ouened the stoncocks- again.. An odor
Ito be COntinued.)