In the past, because of what we commonly call chivalry, men have been at a disadvantage in many emergencies.

It sometimes happens, for example, that a man, in spite of his nobler desires, is compelled to go to law with a woman. She commits trespass or fails to pay a debt, and there is no remedy but a suit in court. How does it stand with the unhappy man who brings the action? All his fellows denounce him as a brute. The lawyers make him the butt of their antediluvian jokes and the jury give a verdict against him without leaving their seats. Will it be so now that women can vote? There will soon be female lawyers, judges and jurors. Will a woman fare quite as well with a dozen of her fair sisters to pass upon her rights and wrongs as she does now? Perhaps she will have a more difficult road to walk, but there will be compensations. Men will stand a far better chance of obtaining justice where women are concerned that they do at present. Tears and sobs are far more persuasive with a jury of males than they are likely to be with women.

"What makes you think that you really love me?" she said.

He thought for a moment before he replied, and then he said:

"I am willing to button you up your back all the rest of your life."

"That is something, but is it all?"

"I am willing that we should have no children, so that you will be able to go to Europe whenever you want to, entertain your friends, and not be tied down."

"Good! And is that all?"

"Is this not enough?"

And she doubtfully replied:

"I suppose it ought to be, but I was in hopes that you would say you were willing to have me wear anything I pleased all the rest of my life, no matter how really ridiculous it was."—Lippincott's Magazine

It is a very serious thing to be waterless at sea. This is what happened recently to the bark Sapphire, bound from South American ports to Puget sound, but the water famine was neither the result of carelessness, drought or a protracted voyage. When half the journey had been accomplished the 400-gallon tank suddenly went dry. As it happened over night and the tank had no hole in it the calamity was a mystery, and some superstitious members of the crew immediately ascribed it to a supernatural agency. But the second mate, a hard-headed Yankee, investigated, and found that section of the lead pipe leading from the tank had been almost gnawed in two by the army of rats that infested the ship. There was no water on board except that in the tank, which was closely covered, and the creatures, half mad with thirst, had evidently attacked the pipe in a body. The stream of escaping water must have drowned many of them, as there was a great decrease in their numbers. There were about a hundred cases of mineral water in the cargo, and these were broached to supply the crew until some port could be reached to refill the tank. An ingenious sailor also rigged up a condense from the primitive materials at hand, but this furnished only about a quart of fresh water a day, which was used for cooking. When the Sapphire reached Seattle the captain had the water tank fitted with an iron pipe thick enough to resist all future attacks.

Goodman Johnson was found guilty by jury before Judge Charles S. Jelley in Minneapolis Tuesday of the charge of selling liquor at Spring Park. Johnson was released on his own recognizance to report Saturday for sentence. The maximum sentence allowed is ninety days in the county jail and a fine of $100.

County Attorney James robertson dismissed the appeal from the justice court in the case of Mrs. Stella Lowell and George Brett, who were acquitted Monday on the charge of selling liquor without a license.

The fact that we must use paper towels in public places is no reason that we should use paper handkerchiefs.

I think that this talk about using paper is going too far.

Who is going to be made to use a paper handkerchief?

I have always wiped my hands on a towel before and had never had a disease from using it, but now I use of of my handkerchiefs for drying my face and hands rather than use a paper towel and have chapped hands.

I hope that his paper handkerchief does not become a law, as it never would be used by sensible people.

Day after day the modern juggernauts sweep through our crowded streets, claiming their human victims without a hand effectually raised in protest. The other day in Chicago a young and talented girl, just budding into womanhood, on her way to the high school where she was soon to finish her work to fit for her life's duties, was suddenly hurled to the pavement and her crushed and bleeding body hardly removed before life was extinct.

The coroner's jury exonerated the driver of the automobile. Perhaps the verdict was legally correct. It was an accident. But humanity cries out against the conditions that make such accidents possible.

Certain kinds of accidents have occurred in the past that today are impossible because the condition under which such accidents could occur have been eliminated.

The locomotive engineer, when he has a warning signal of danger, is required to have his engine under perfect control. This means that he can proceed only at such speed that when the danger is realized his engine can be brought to almost an instant stop, and this on a private right of way.

Why are these life destroying engines allowed to use the crowded public highways at a speed absolutely beyond the control of the operator, and our newspapers publishing the death list of their victims day after day.

A speed limit law consistent with safety and the strict enforcement of that law is the only remedy.

Apropos of the Ritz-Carlton, New York's fashionable hotel that permits ladies to smoke, Mme. Simone, the Parisian actress, said the other day:

"Well, why shouldn't ladies smoke? There's nothing ungraceful in the habit. On the contrary, to see a pretty woman with a cigarette isa a very charming picture.

"Those who object to smoking among women have never, perhaps, seen smoking done decorously. Their idea of smoking is that of the old Provencal woman.

"A society girl, calling on this old woman her cottage, took a cigarette from her gold case, fitted it in a tube of amber, and said:

"'You don't mind if I smoke, do you?'"

"'Why, of course not, dearie! Of course not!' said the old woman. 'Jeanne,' she added to her servant, 'go fetch a spittoon!'"