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OCTOBER 6, 190C.
THE SUNNY SOUTH
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| Funston and Pershing, Real Soldiers of ]
\ Fortune, Again in the Limelight ^ •
HE day of the soldier of
fortune is not past.
Some when reading nov
els regarding; the swash
bucklers of old, think of
them as connected with
conditions which are long
since gone. The ability to
win a place at the head of
an army by one single
brilliant feat is generally
assigned to bygone centu
ries, yet the names of two
men, who In an amazingly
short time have gone to the top in the
anilltary service of the United States
prove that just as in the past the soldier
of fortune can still carve out his place
over night.
General Frederick Funston and General
John J. Pershing.
Sight years ago, before the Spanlsh-
American war, these names were un
known.
Funston began as an Insignificant school
teacher, yet now so strong a place has
Ihe won for himself that at the first
threat of trouble Funston is the man of
the hour the llrst to (be called to the front
by Uncle Sam.
He aided the American forces to tri
umph in Cuba. Agulnaldo, the Filipino
chieftain, had to be captured. Funston
was the man assigned to the Job and he
succeeded. The upset conditions of San
Francisco after the recent upheaval made
necessary a man who could restore order.
Funston was called to the task, and made
child’s play of it. Now hardly is this
work done before Uncle Sam has de
tached him to Cuba, to aid in bringing
back law-abiding conditions there.
MAN OF THE HOUR.
No matter how much his enemies may
belittle him, the diminutive general, the
“little game cock,” as he is called, is
the man for the task that is so hard
tha-t everybody else shirks it.
Pershing has just attracted attention
through an extraordinary promotion. He
was jumped by the war department over
the heads of 882 officers, who were ahead
of him in the line of promotion, in order
that he might be made a brigadier gen
eral at once, without waiting for the
tedious process that would make him one
In the regular order. The act Is said to
have been Inspired by President Roose
velt. who has appreciated General Per
shing’s great military ability.
Except in the case of General Funston.
who was made a brigadier from the vol
unteers after his capture of Aguinaldo.
there is no other instance upon record
where bravery and efficient service have
been so promptly or so extensively re
warded.
After this no one ought ever to say
charge of the districts of Jolo and Min-
danoa.
This was Pershing’s opnortunb'-, r"4
he seised It with the speed of the true
soldier of fortune.
On the Island of Sulu he reigned as a
veritable czar, and kept the sultan and
hts followers In subjection, not less by
his diplomacy than by his military valor.
He studied the Korean deeply in order
that he might deal out justice that
would content the disciples of Moham-
met. Yet when uprisings demanded
campaigns, he was again on i.ie Job,
and in a number of bloody engage
ments be gained a fame for valor that
has sent him whirling to the top of
Uncle Sam’s service.
It was Pershing who, with a small
force of men, Invaded the mountain-
j ous strongholds of the Moro bandits
and so overwhelmingly defeated them
that no troiable from that source has
been experienced since.
Pershing is a son-in-law of Senator
Warren, of Wyoming, chairman of the
senate committee on military affairs.
This circumstance had nothing what
ever to do with his promotion, but it
may prove an important factor in ob
taining his eonfirmatlTin by the senate.
X5he Borthwick Theory
* * By E. C. DAWSON * *
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ROFESSOR JOHN BORTH
WICK closed his front
Points of View
General Funston and His Charming Wife.
colonel, and in command of all the artil
lery of Gomez's army.
T>uring those eighteen months of un
paid service with llie insurgents his left
arm was broken by a fragrant of a shell;
iie got Mauser bullets through both his
lungs, and spent three months in a jun
gle hospital where, just to help his con-
vaiesence along a bit, he contracted ty
phoid fever.
Next a fall from a horse resulted in
an obstinate abscess, and finally he was
captured by the Spaniards, and it was
only bis ability to tell a good story and
stick to it that saved him from a volley
against a stone wall.
As it was, the Spaniards thought he
Mrs. Pehshlng, nee Helen Warren..
that it is hard to make rapid advance- / had given them much valuable informa-
ment in a military career. No man in j tion, which he had, except for the ad-
any business could expect to go to the j jective. and released him, whereupon
he made his way back to New York and
at once entered a hospital “to be cut
into thin slices and sewed together
again,” as lie wrote a friend.
At the end of the Spanish-American
war, in which Funston was an early
volunteer, and in which lie distinguished
himself in many engagements, lie did
not immediately apply for a commission
in the United States army, but every
prominent American soldier who had
top in less than a decade of actual
service, yet this is what has been ac- j
complished by these two soldiers of for- j
tune, and although we have had a little j
fighting to do in that time, there has been I
pothlng very strenuous for a great nation
like ours, and therefore no great oppor
tunities for our military men.
In connection with both men it ought
to be remembered that while each had
his share of luck, that it was not the
Goddess of Fortune alone that lifted them
to exalted rank.
Funston went through many hardships
before he came to Ills present rank, and
not the least of his valuable qualities
hag been the willingness to take without
complaint whatever service might be as
signed him.
Although credited to Kansas from the
fact of his long residence there, Funston
was born In Kansas, Ohio.
No man could have seemed less fitted
for military service. In person he Is so
much undersized for an army officer as
to seem a joke, for lie is only 5 feet 4
Inches jn height, but Napoleon was small,
too, and the same qualities of boundle?-.
courage that marked the greatest of sol
diers is the strongest attribute of this
American soldier.
Ftor a time Funston knocked about hi
search of his right calling. He was
a newspaper reporter, and spent time in
the government service, going on botani
cal excursions to Montana and Alaska.
In both these trips lie underwent hard- |
ships with the same stoical endurance !
that has marked his conduct since ne
became a soldier.
Then the Cuban war reached a point
where It enlisted the sympathy of ven
turesome Americans who did not see tit
to wait until the United States govern
ment got Into action, but went ahead to
give what help they could. Funston
corresponded with the Cuban junta, and
was awarded a commission ns captain of
artillery In the Cuban army.
WITH THE INSURGENTS.
At first hls command consisted of one
gun. But It was not the habit of Ihe
little Kansan to be content with little
things.
In eighteen months he was lieutenant
figured In the brief engagement, had
made the discovery that Funston was
the kind of material that was needed in
the country’s military service, and so
he was persuaded to remain in the ser
vice.
IN THE PHILIPPINES.
His next big job was to be sent to the
Philippines, to effect the capture of
Aguinaldo, who. it will he remembered,
was pursuing particularly vexing gue
rilla warfare against the United States.
It looked like a hard job for a. volun
teer. for numerous other regular army
Raders had failed in the same assign
ment, but it wasn’t part of the Funston
plan to ask questions or cavil.
He set to work on the problem, and
arranged hls own scheme of doing the
trick.
Through intercepted correspondence he
lenrned the strength of Aguinaldo’s
force, and also talit he was waiting
reinforcements. He conceived the idea
of arming a number of native troops
to pass off ns part of these reinforce
ments. and thus bv craft trap the Fili
pino chieftain in hls lair.
I.otters were forged in the name of
Lueana, .one of the Filipino generals,
telling Aguinaldo that troops were on
the way.
Aguinaldo was completely deceived.
TVhen Funston. at the head of his force,
came within 8 miles of Aguinaldo’s
camp, his men were so completely done
out by their long inarch that they were
unable to go any further, and sent word
to the Filipino president that he should
send aid.
Aguinaldo. supposing them to be his
newly arrived troops, went in person
with a small body guard to meet hls
friends. Then the deception was aban
doned. Funston’s men fired Into the
body guard of the Filipino leader and
made him a prisoner. Aguinaldo at first
raved, but eventually accepted the sit
uation.
Sentimentalists criticized Funston for
the deception he used, but the fact re
mains that the little general did what
many others bad failed to do, and what
lie had set out to accomplish, and rid
the United States of the strongest factor
for continuing trouble in the Philip
pines. and this knowledge was balm
enough for any unkind tilings that might
be said. It also made Funston a fixture
in the regular army, as a commission
was virtually thrust upon him shortly
after.
Funston faced a different problem at
San Francisco after the fire and earth
quake. There hie deeds called for ad
ministrative. rather than military skill,
but lie again rose to the situation. His
knowledge of the Cuban makes him the
ideal man to cope with any situation that
may arise in the island of perpetual
unrest.
PERISHING’S RISE.
Pershing’s rise lias been almost equdTTy
rapid. Nine years ago he was an ob
scure Instructor in tactics at West Point.
The outbreak of the Spanish-American
war sent him to Santiago. After the
war lie was appointed chief ordnance
officer and then was out of service f# -
a while through illness.
Then for a period he was busied
with prosaic department detail, until in
1900 he was made an adjutant general,
sent to the Philippines, and placed in
OU knew the little Beau
champ woman, didn’t
you?” said Lady Chari-
wood, pouring out tea.
“Slightly,” said Grim-
wood.
”1 see she’s gone off at
last.”
"Run away?”
‘”1 es. with that poor
young Mortimer, I won-
uered how soon it would
come and who It would
be.”
“Young scoundrel.”
“You wouldn’t say so if you really
knew.” said Lady Chariwood. “She was
born to run away and do tilings like
that. He’s merely another victim, poor
boy—such a nice boy, too. I was quite
fond of him.”
“I suppose lie persuaded her. A
man doesn’t do that sort of thing
lightly.”
“Mv dear man,” said I^ady Chariwood
sweetly. “I knew Jenny Beauchamp
quite well. She wasn't the sort that
needed any persuading. Of course,
Beauchamp's a brute. Every one knows
that; but I can see exactly- what hap
pened. Poor young Mortimer sympa
thized. She took him literally—fell in
Ids arms and wept, and then he felt
bound—in honor—to go further. It's a
thousand pities. Nice boys like that
ought to have chaperones when they go
among married women.”
“Perhaps he loves her,” said Grim-
wood, thoughtfully. "There are always
certain excuses to be made for a man
who really loves a woman, married or
unmarried.”
“You're such an incorrigible idealist.”
said Lady Chariwood. “No one who
knows Jenny Beauchamp would doubt
that she was clever enough to make him
think he loved her, but she's dabbled at
the game too long to convince any one
but a very Innocent boy.”
Strolling home through the park,
Grimwood chanced against Jimmy
Carew. Mortimer's most intimate friend
”1 suppose all London’s talking about
it.” said Carew, morosely.
“Pretty much, I gather.”
“The Infernal scoundrel,” said Carew.
"You know I feel It pretty badly; I In
troduced him to the Beauchamps, and I
never suspected anything until T got a
wire yesterday, sent ot'f from Verona.”
"Was she unhappy at home?”
’’No. Not more so, at any rate, than
any woman likes to think she is. Of
course, tl^ey all have their ups and
downs, that’s how they get interest out
of iife—by fancying they’re unhappy one
day and the next day reveling in the
reaction when they realize that they re
quite happy after all. One of the best
little women going, really, and then that
young blackguard must have come along
and talked poetry for sympathy or
Platonics.”
“It’s always rather difficult in these
cases,” said Grimwood. ”to understand
quite what were the underlying motlxea
“It’s plain enough to see what hap
pened here,” said Carew. “A youngster
with nothing to do. ingratiates himselt
witli a pretty woman, who. out of mu-
housekeeper.
General Frederick Funston, an He Appeared Just Previous to Joining Army.
Willi a i'icu.t , , r _. . „
taken kindness, is civil to him. Then he
tells her he loves her, and compares his
great passion with her husband s mat
ter-of-fact affection—you know the Ber
nard Shaw business—he needs her most,
and so on. and so to save him 'font
doing anything desperate, she pities him
and goes off with him. * ^
"What does Beauchamp say?”
“Oh. nothing. He never talks.”
In the club. Bulstrode, or the engi
neers, just home from .India, put down
tile paper as Grimwood came in.
“It’s a pretty awkward business this
about young Mortimer.”
“You knows the Beauchamps?”
“Fairly well. I was under him. you
know. I never noticed her much.”
"How does he take it?”
“Beauchamp’s one of those devils who
never talk, hut lie’s hard hit. I fancy
he was wrapped up in her; more than
he knew. T mav be wrong, hut it always
seems to me that it needs a very clever
woman to be the wife of a man who
doesn’t talk. Funny thing how women
depend on conversation. Always imagine
people are not considering tiiem if they re
not continually explaining—well, explain
ing that they are.”
“Was she a member?” said Miss Isaacs
to Mrs. Baker-Smith in the smoke room
of the Elyalan Club. "I often saw her
here, hut T thought she was only brought
in. perhaps.”
“Oh. yes, but she wasn't very popular.
I believe men liked her.”
“T suppose one ought not to envy her,”
said Miss Isaacs, rather wistfully, "but
it always seems a little unfair that
woman who has shown that she Is not
quite good should not only have a home
and a husband, hut should still monop
olize all the men, while other women
are never noticed. There are so few
men. andthose there arc don’t want to
marry, hut ,1 suppose half a dozen would
have run away with Mrs. Beauchamp it
she'd looked at them."
‘‘She'll come to a bad end,” said Mrs.
Baker-Smith, primly.
"But even a had end might be more-
more interesting than this,” said Miss
Isaacs, wearily.
Tn a hotel at Verona, Mrs. Beauchamp
looked out the window with moist eyes.
“Well, what are you thinking about,
dear?” said young Mortimer.
■ * —^ tuir,iring-—well, i -
thinking that T wished I knew what he
was thinking.”
“You'd better go back, perhaps, and
find out.” said the boy. almost savagely.
“That's just it. I shouldn’t know even
if T did go back. You must not let me
think.” a-’d she turned to him with a
careless laugh. “I'm sorry; forgive me.”
And they went into dinner, radiant.
door at 9:14 a. in., one
minute ahead of scheduled
time. This enabled him
to collect a scrap of paper
from his lawn and inter
It decently in a bed of va
riegated leaves fallen from
the maples bordering the
roadway. The sharp Oc
tober breeze exhumed It
almost before his 1/iek
was turned, and Ills
watching fro man upper
window, observed that men with a vast
amount of brains showed an extraordi
nary want of common sense.
Professor Rnrthwirk—with th" alpha
bet transposed after his name—walked
to the end of the bioek and turned the
corner that brought the buildings of the
Canadian geological survey into view.
For a generation past he had he n one
of the department’s shining lights: over
and above all. lie was the Borthwick
Theory.
Tt was impossible, in scientific circles,
to discuss the ppeglaclal period in the
polar regions without reference to the
Borthwick Theory. Tt permeated the cal
culations of two decades of geologists
as Inevitably as the knowledge that cer
tain fossils were characteristic of cer
tain horizons.
The Theory had its origin in a handful
of obscure fossils collected by thn pro
fessor In early manhood, when field in
structions had taken him. one of a hand
of pioneers. Into unexplored regions bor
dering upon the arctic.
The professor, aged with the Theory;
younger men went into the field, nh'e—
where he was now unahlc— to withstand!
the hardships entailed: he remained in
hls laboratory, and on the evidence of
their researches continued to deduce and
establish the theory, link by link. Year
by year iie hoped for the conclusive re
sults that would blazon it on time's rec
ords as incontrovertible fact.
Thus the autumn was a season of par
amount Importance to him, since it her
alded the return of the field staff and
the possibility that the northwest had
yielded the clews he needed.
He paused nn the steps of the Survey
with a dawning sense of missgiving.
•Suppose that, in place of confirmatory
evidence, the season’s work served to
weaken the foundations of the Theory,
or in any way suggested the possibility
of his critics being right and he wrong.
A side door into the building opened
to exude a couple of empty crates, indi
cation. therefore, that the fossils and
mineral speciments collected in the past
season were unpacked and awaiting
identification.
The professor’s autumnal elation reas
serted itself, his forebodings vanished;
entering the survey, lie said good morn
ing to the Janitor in a tone that caused
the official to note, thoughtfully, that
he mounted the stairs to the next floor
taking two at a time.
In a corridor Professor Borthwick hap
pened upon a man fresh from the venter
tal attainments, coupled with an as
sured manner. She was self-sacrificing
and self-assertive as occasion demanded,
championed her chief in puhllc, and bul
lied him in private as one who knew
hls weaknesses and corrected hls spell
ing.
He turned to his desk and the morn
ing’s correspondence. “Nothing of im
portance—ah, yes, unfortunately—a re
minder from tlie editor of the Scienti
fic Journal about the contribution 1
promised. He shall have that note on
a Fossil Fish Tooth from the Devonian—
when It’s finished, only”—he referred
again to tile letler, and glanced toward
tiie sampling room door regretfully—"he
wants it at once.”
“And you want to get to the fossils,
sn The Journal must wait.” suggested
Miss Dickson, conniving with the pro
fessor’s inclination against his con
science.
“A promise—” began «fie professor pe
dantically. drifting toward a bureau.
From a drawer containing manuscript
he extracted the Fossil Fish Tooth
sheets. Miss Dickson took them from
him compassionately.
“I'll look through it and see what al
teration is needed—your attention would
be so divided,” she said.
Tiie professor bore the imputation with
meekness and made a beeline for the
sampling room.
It was past the luncheon hour, hut the
professor was still closeted in tiie sam
pling room. Miss Dickson decided to
! give him another half hour, and re-
| verted, hungry tint patient, to the Fossil
| Fish Tooth. At the end of the period
I she knocked at the door and entered.
[ "Time you went to lunch, professor,”
she said.
I He was seated with his back toward
! her. before a table littered with rock
pecimens, his h: ad sunk between his
I shoulders, his elbows resting on the
| table
| It struck her, for the first time, that
| he looked very old. and shriveled and
I fragile; the reaction, possibly, from his
i earlier elation. He seemed unconscious
j of iter presence; his eyes were glued to
| a magnifying glass beneath which lay
| a fragment of limestone containing fos-
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ils.
j He made no reply, nor even the slight-
| est movement. She waited a moment
| longer, and with a woman’s intuition
j divined that something was wrong.
Professor, there’s something wrong!
Toil me what it is.” slie said Suarply.
He pointed at tiie specimens before
him and tried to speak, and with the
several languages at nis command could
find no word to express himself. He
raised his eyes to hers, shamefacedly; a
suspicion of the truth flashed upon
her— he read it in her eyes—and flung
the magnifier from him with a gesture
of despair.
"AH dis proved,” fie said. faltering
from syllable to syllable, and sank back
in the chair, a withered, decrepit, old
old man.
“Nonsense! Not the Theory?” she re
torted. struggling with overwhelming
conviction of the truth and the utter fu-
t’lity of flfflitIn£»■ against, it.
, A knock came at the outer door It
to him-of vital Interest. The profes- j galvanized the poor, broken old man into
sor was popular with tiie younger genet
ation following Tits footsteps in the
northwest; Its solitudes bore everlasting
active misery,
j “A lawh-inigr-stfxsk! A doddering
[idiot! (rood God!” ho .said.
old
witness of him and of their esteem, even j Miss Dickson answered the knock in
though the Theory should pass,
stantaneouslv.
and lakes to match.
"A successful season
hope,
stepped into the passage,
Borthwick mountain, a Borthwick river, I and closed the door behind her
The professor is busy—extremely
ill. ! busy; for goodness' sake leave him in
said the professor punctiliously, Peace.” she said with irritation to the
1 intruder. "Oh, It's you, Mr. Tillman. T
beg your pardon—win you come hack
(presently—I mean tomorrow? Profes
sor Borthwick promised an article for
the next number of the ‘Scientific Jour-
man?
but with an undertone of eagerness in
his voice that was unmistakable.
"That's for you to decide, professor,”
the younger man replied. "There's a
crateful of specimens watting for you, j na l.’ and we must get it off todav some
some of them new, I think. We followed how .. * t<Kia> ’ some-
up the west fork of the Borthwick and
explored one of tiie unknown tributaries.
A wonderful country, but the difficul
ties—”
“No doubt, no doubt.” interrupted the
professor gently; transport problems
were mere details, and he wanted facts.
"Come to my room when you have a mo
ment to spare,” he pursued. ”1 should
be glad to note down everything likely
to be of service in my researches.”
He proceeded down the corridor and
readied the door labeled with his name.
His stenographer, Miss Dickson, was
seated at iier desk, studying the stock
and share column of the morning paper.
"Good morning,” said tiie professor,
The janitor shuffled away; Miss Dick
son re-entered tiie study, and (paused for
a moment's reflection. Before returning
to the professor she slipped on her hat
and coat.
She came to the table and scrutinized
tiie specimens lying before him. Next
she turned to a cabinet filled with rock
sections labeled "Borthwick River Se
ries.” and picked out several fragments
from a miscellaneous heap resembling in
shape and size those that lay on the
table.
Tiie professor watched her with apa
thetic curiosity; she came beside him and
picked up the telltale limestone near the
magnifier, and dropped the pieces, one
, ... , | by one, into the capacious pockets of her
with the same jubilance he had evinced c ^ a( . ner
toward the janitor. "What a delightful
day!"
She dabbled mildly in shares, and the
professor heard of her ventures with the
puzzled interest that a man with a
banking account and no use for money
would naturally evince toward a woman
with gambling propensities—and a sal
ary.
Next to the Theory. Miss Dickson
was an indispensable adjunct to the pro
fessor's welfare. Every New Year’s eve
a check, for the purchase of additional
shares, lay on her desk, presented "with
the gratitude and esteem of J. Borth
wick.’’
She was a little. energetic woman,
agreeable, well educated, well read. Ton
years as the professor's secretary hail j
grounded her so effectually in tiie
Theory and all pertaining to it that she
had become a source of reference on
the subject, consulted by tiie professor
FOR A GUEST BOOK.
A book of guests! May it tnclude
The wise, tiie witty ar.l the shrewd.
And such as own the double art
That makes them friends of head nn.l
heart.
Mav these who stand recorded here
Grow dearer with each added year;
Acquaintance into friendship grow
And friendship ever brighter glow.
Old friends are best, we rightly say.
But. as thev fall upon the way.
Keen full the racks with newer friends,
Till Time the adjective amends.
And if old friends still seer.i the best,
Tiie adage should be thus expressed:
Friends are not best because they're old
But old. because the yeai-s that rolled—
The years that try and mar and mend—
Have proved them worth the title friend.
—8. Weir Mitchell In The Century.
"The river,” she said quietly, and ar
ranged the specimens front the cabinet
in the space beside the glass.
“No. no!” he exclaimed.
She drew- on iier gloves with determina
tion. “They w-ill never be missel,” she
said.
He remembered with terrible joy that
she had always had her own way. She
was having it now, and he sat there—un
protesting.
"Now I’m going to lock you in for a
few moments, professor.” she resumed
“You’ve overdone things today, and
you're too busy to see people.”
The doorhandle elieked and the key
turned on the outside. Inevitable reaction
succeeded the tension of the last few
moments; a shiver ran through the dis
traught old man—his head swam, a tight
ness at ills throat and chest turned him
sick and clammy, his head dropped limp
ly on hls hands.
“I’m dying for lunch and a mouthful
and the geological staff, indiscriminate- of fresli air." said Miss Dirkson to the
ly. A kindly nature enhanced her men- janitoT in passing. ”1 won't he gone
long, but don’t forget my instructions
about the professor.”
She took the air from the bridge span
ning the river, pitching stones into mid
stream with vigorous accuracy.
Thus the Borthwick Theory remained
unrefuted. for a season, at all events,
and possibly for an indefinite period. But
she saw in (perspective a vista of weary
days—she and the professor enacting the
pretense of the Theory; she could not do
it. but he, with hls abstruse Intellect and
elemental simplicity, was like a child—
there was childish, helpless abandonment
in his grief, hut where the child's misery
is short-lived, his would endure—till the
sods in the northwest had been opened
to receive Professor Borthwick, as pro
vided for in his will.
He was old. and it was a terrible shock
Miss Dickson found herself wondering,
conscience-stricken, how long it would
he.
She hastened hack to the Survey and
the professor. He had not stirred from
his seat, and made no sign when she laid
her hand on the arm of the chair.
“Professor!” she said softly.
He did not reply; she scarcely expected
that he would, and stood for a. moment
irresolute, reluctant to rouse him. His
watch, lying on the table, ticked out the
seconds; she counted them mechanically.
No other sound broke the stillness, not
even tiie professor's breathing—she held
her own to listen.
Another moment passed. and she
dropped on her knees beside the chair.
"Professor!” she eried, and iier fingers
closed on his wrists. * * * “Oh, pro
fessor!"
A rumor rushed through the building
that old Borthwick was in a stupor;
later the news spread that he was dead.
Miss Dickson was blamed for the folly
of letting an old man remain for so many
hours without interruption, and without
food.
“Heart, I’ll he hound.’’ said the janitor.
“It's what you'd expect when a man of
his age tries to climb the stairs two at a
time."
"Heart. T am sure.” said Miss Dickson,
with nervous conviction.
Why suffer with femaie disease "t
piles? I will send free to every sufferer
my simple vegetable cure. Write Mrs.
Cora B. Miller. Box 2056, Kokomo, Ind.
Experts Are Scared.
The buying of diamonds is becoming a
harder task every day. Imitation dia
monds arc offered for sale now so near
like the genuine, that they often de
ceive an expert.
The marvelous resemblance of Radius
Diamonds to the genuine gem is regard
ed with fear by diamond merchants
and pawnbrokers throughout the
country. It is very hard to tell
them from the genuine diamond,
and unlike other imitation stones, they
hold their fire and brilliancy forever.
The Radius Jewelry Co., at 83 Peach
tree street. Atlanta, Ga., are selling the
Radius diamonds. This store is one of
the popular jewelry stores of Atlanta,
and do a large business, both in the city
and through the mails. They' guaran
tee every article sold, satisfaction or
your money back.
General John J. Pershing, Who Has Been Promoted Over 862 Higher Officers.
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Telling Their Real Names.
(From The Chicago Evening Post.)
Miss Georgie Mendum of “The Time,
the Place and the Girl” is the wife of
Mr. George Parsons, of “The Lion and
the Mouse.”
Miss Lotta Faust, of the Joe Weber'e
company, is Mrs. Richie Ling.
Miss Flora Zabelle, of Mr. Joe Weber's
company, is Airs. Raymond Hitchcock.
Miss Nella Bergen, of “The Free
Banee,” is Mrs. DeWolf Hopper.
Miss Gertrude Coghlan, of “The Lion
and the Mouse,” is Mrs. Augustus Pitou,
Jr.
Miss Julia Dean, of “Told in the Hills,”
is the wife of Mi. Urine Oaldara, of tne
Chicago Opera House Dramatic Cora-
P< M?ss Ella Hutton, of “The Vanderbilt
Cup,” is Mrs. Wilbur Bates, tier hus
band is general pr'ess representative of
Messrs. Klaw 4c isnanger.
One on the Punctual Mr. Skweezem.
(From Judge.)
An amusing anecdote is told of Mr.
Rushan Skweezem, tiie eminent pluto
crat and philanthropist. As is well
known, he has never abandoned his
eariv-formed habits of industry and close
attention to business. It lias been his
custom to reach hls works every morn
ing at 7 o'clock, and for a month or
su lie noticed that one of the employees
was always there when he arrived.
Thinking that the man was attempting
to play upon his admiration for those
who are not afraid of work, he went
to the factory at 6:30 one morning. The
employee, however, was on duty. The
following morning he went at 6, and, to
his great surprise, the employee was
also there.
Determined to catch the man napping,
Mr. Skweezem appeared the next morn
ing at 5. Tiie w-orSfiiigman was on deck
again. So Mr. Skweezem continuea to
appear half an iiour earlier, until at last
he came at 3 a. m.; but each time the
employee was at his post. That uay Mr.
Skweezem went to his paymaster and
said:
Brown, raise the wages of that man I
find at tiie works every morning. He is
the most energetlo man in our employ."
“What man. sir?” asked Brown.
Mr. Skweezem described him.
“Why. that is the night watchman,”
exclaimed the paymaster.
Needless to say. Mi. Skweezem did not
raise the fellow s wages; but since then
he tells the story with great gusto, fre
quently interrupting himself with hearty
laughter-
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