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ATRUE SHARKSTOW ' _. „4J— . . -? PATHETIC ACCOUNT OF an O EAN MONSTER’S DESTRUCTION. The Fatal Feud of *»*• Lt**lo »!“•> und Gold Pilot —*be Lump of Fat Pork With the Concealed Hook—Death by Torture With the Inevitable Finale. "How very hard it is to provide for B young, fast growing family nowa days!” said the mother shark, turning, for the hundredth time that morning, upon her broad side in order to get a better view of what might be stirring above. For nearly a week she had been fasting—in fact, ever since she came in hurriedly at the close of a great feast upon the stripped carcass of a recent whale. There, by dint of the energy of her massive shoulders, her 14 feet of length and fivefold rows of triangular teeth, she had managed to secure a re spectable proportion of the spoil for the replenishing of her own huge maw as well as for the up keep of the 14 shark lings that were now restlessly darting in and out of their' cozy cave at the far end of her capacious throat. Within the immediate range of her glance a vast black shadow obscured a wide, irregularly shaped area of the blazing sunshine. It was so calm that the shadow seemed stationary. In the direction of this cool penumbra her gaze lingered earnestly, far hereditary in stinct as well as long experience oave her the knowledge that from stance of such shadows came food drop ping down, varied and toothsome, ac tually alive on rare occasions. Some what impatiently she wondered at the long time that her little blue and gold attendant had been gone. He was so seldom absent from his place between her eyes for a whole min ute that she got quite uneasy, but while she fidgeted fretfully, with many twitch ings of her flexible ‘‘gaff topsail,” back came the pilot fish in a tearing hurry. ‘‘Now, then, partner, move along, do. ' There’s a lump of fat pork almost as big as your head hanging over that ship’s stern. I don’t quite understand why it doesn’t sink, but it is good. I nibbled just a crumb, and you can be sure this time that it is no bagful of cinders like that nasty mouthful that gave you the chestache so bad this morning.” The latter part of this energetic exordium was-lost upon mother shark, being drowned in the wash set up by her great tail fin, which was going in grand style, starting her off at such a rate that two or three stragglers of the fam ily had to skip like shrimps to get in doors before they were left behind and lost. Straight as an arrow to the mark went the tiny guide, keeping just in front of his huge friend’s snout. Together they swept into the shadow, where, sure enough, a mass of meafhung just below the sea surface, though gently lifted al most out of water every now and then. ‘‘Oh, do look, mamma! There’s p big fish. Is he going to eat up that pretty little one, do you think?” “Oh, no, my , little man,” struck in the mate, “but you watch him now!” As he spcke the great gray body took a curve latterly, a dazzling glare of white appeared, and there beneath the speaker was a cres centic gap in the smooth, livid under side fringed with innumerable points like chevaux de frise and as big as the gap of a coal sack. Around it the small pilot circled excitedly at top speed. Slowly the mate as gently slacked away, there was a gulp, and the big joint dis appeared. There was a flash, a splash and an eddy. Then the rope attached to the shark hook concealed in the pork groaned over the rail as it felt the strain. “Lay aft the watch, ” roared the mate, and amid the trampling of many feet, a babel of directions and a tremen dous tumult alongside, through the writhings of the captive monster, she x was transferred forward to the lee gang way, where, by the aid of a stout watch tackle, she was hoisted out of V—> “Don’t take him aboard, ” cried the captain. “Make such an infernal mess if you do. Just spritsail yard him and let him go agen. ” So a piece of scantling was got from the carpenter, pointed at both ends, about four feet long. This they drove between her jaws from side to side. Another wedge shaped piece was planted diagonally down through her broad snout, the upper end pointing forward. Then they cut off the wide pectoral fins, letting the quivering car cass fall into the sea again by the sim ple expedient of chopping the hook out. “What abominable cruelty,” muttered a gentle faced man among the crowding passengers, as he turned away sick at heart. But the bustling seaman looked pityingly at him, wondering doubtless at his lack of sporting instincts. Thus disabled, the miserable monster plunged blindly in uncertain directions, unable to steer herself, unheeding the frantic caresses of her faithful little satellite, who had almost exhausted himself by leaping up at her as she hung strug gling against the vessel’s side. Neither \did she notice the puzzled, wavering movements of her wondering brood. So she disappeared from the view of the laughing, happy crowd on deck.. But whichever way she rushed she always fetched up to the surface promptly, be cause of the vane in her head. Thus for a day and a night she fought aimlessly with all the forces of amazing vitality pent up in her huge body against these torturing disablements, until merciful ly she fell in with a couple of ravenous congeners. Scenting fresh blood, they made for her straightway. Like mad things, they fell upon her. Long and. hard they strove, tearing their way through the tough framework until as sistance came from all quarters, and, a motley multitude of various hungry ones cleaned up every shred of the wel come banquet, leaving only the deserted pilot to seek another partner.—London Spectator. Although Greece has an abundance of seacoast, most of the fish eaten are im- ■ ported, the imports of fish averaging I |700,000 yearly. THE BLACK PRINCE’S ARMY. a ” -T—- ir-’i.n 4 The Largest English Fleet Ever Asaem- Sled Took the Soldiers to France. Mr. W. O. Stoddard’s serial, “With the Black Prince, ” gives in St. Nicho las an account of the splendid army that accompMiiku the prince to the bat tle of Crecy. Mr. Stoddard says: It was the largest English fleet yet assembled, and the army going on board was also the best with which any English king had ever put to sea. It consisted of picked men only. Os these, 4,000 were nun-at-arms, 6,000 were Irish, 12,000 were Welsh, but the most carefully trained and disciplined part of the force consisted of 10,000 bow men. During a whole year had Edward and his son and his generals toiled to select the men and the weap ons with which they were to meet the highly famed chivalry of the continent An army selected from a nation qf per haps 4,000,000 of people was to contend with an army collected from France with her 20,000,000, and from such al lies of hers as Germany and Bohemia, re-enforced by large numbers of paid mercenaries Among tfiese latter were the crossbowmen of Genoa sold to Phil ip by the masters of that Italian oli garchy. Edward’s adventure had a seeming of great rashness, for already it was re ported that the French king had mus tered 100,000 men. Full many a gal lant cavalier in armor of proof may Well have wondered to hear, moreover, that Edward 111, accounted tire fore most general of his time, proposed to meet superior numbers of the best lances of Europe with lightly armored men oqfoot. They knew not yet of the new era that was dawning upon the science of t?ar. Edward and his bow men were to teach the world more than one new lesson before that memorable campaign was over. Before this he had shown what deeds might be wrought upon the sea by ships prepared and manned and led by himself. He had so crippled the naval power of his ene mies that there was now no hostile fleet strong enough to prevent his present undertaking, although Philip had man aged to send out some scores of cruisers to do whatever harm they could. FRIGHTENED AWAY. . The First Man He Met In the Alaska Goldfields Scared Him Off. “No,” said a. man who was sitting on a box in front of a grocery store, “I can’t say as I know very much about Alaska. ” His companions looked at him as tonishment. It was the first time he had ever admitted not knowing much about anything. “I reckon, then, that you’re not thinking about going to dig tor gold, ” said one bystander. "Na” “Mebbe, though, as the stories of sudden wealth keep pouring in you’ll change your mind,” said another. “It Won’t be possible. I’ve been there.” "And came back without getting rich?” “Yes. I didn’t much more than cross the boundary line before I turned around and struck for home. ” “Scared?” "That’s the answer. ” “What of—polar bears?” “No. ” “Supplies give out?” < “No, I had plenty of food. What changed my plan was seeing a man dig ging a hole. I had these ideas about gold being found anywhere and everywhere, and I went up thinking to get some points about mining. I asked him in an offhand way whether he had struck any pay dirt yet, and he turned around and glared at me and said, ‘Young fel ler, wl r.t do you think I am digging this for?’ I told him I thought he was digging for gold. He glared at me again and daid: ‘Gold nothing, I’m do ing this for fun. I’ve been living hero for four years, and there’s one thing that my curiosity has never been satis fied about. I’m going to dig this holo good and deep so as to allow plenty of room, and then find out just how far down this climate will make the mer cury go. ’ ” —Washington Star. His Answer. “Tell me, am I not fair?” The speaker leans back in her seat and smiles coquettishly. In truth the question seems superflu ous. As she sits there with the afternoon sun transfusing her glorious tresses into a stream of liquid>gold, her eyes as blue as the heavens, fathomless as the sea and dancing with excitement; her lips of coral wreathed with a roguish smile, she is indeed transcendentally beautiful. But the man seems blind to her love liness. He regards her with a frowning brow and eyes that smolder with anger. Timidly she repeats het question. “Am I not fair?” Her companion’s face grows black as thunder. ' "Fair!” he cries bitterly. "Fair, when you open a jack pot with a ten, 1 ’ — Rage chokes his utterance and with a passionate gesture he dashes the cards to the fiber.—San Francisco Examiner. Valid Excuse. She—‘How is it you were not at West end’s reception? He—l staid away on account of a per sonal matter. She—May I ask what it was? He—Will you promise to keep it se cret? She—Yea He—Well, they failed to send me an invitation.—Collier’s Weekly. Imitation slates, made of compressed wood pulp, are used for roofing in Christiania. They are made waterproof by a secret process. The population of Egypt is now about 9,000,000 and probably exceeds that of the period of its greatest ancient pros perity. AT THE WATERLOO BALL. Lk -ly Louisa Tlxhe’s Inter* *tlng Story of That Thrilllur; 7 tne. An example of how ntr to us Is tbs yesterday of romance and song may •* f Kind In the recent deatl at her quiet hi.iue In Ireland of Lady Louisa Tighe, one of the women who danced at the fa mous Brussels ball before the battle of Waterloo. Every one who has read Byron —and it is getting fashionable to read Byron once more—-remembers the poet’s description of tho ball, but it Is given to few nowadays to have actually met and conversed with a belle Os that stirring oc casion. Not many months ago a girl spent an hour or so with Lady Louisa Tighe in her son’s house of Woodstock. She was of that refreshing type—the charming old lady. Ono would easily understand how Louisa Tighe had once been a beauty, despite the wrinkles and crow’s feet which corking cares had left upon her face. “Remember the ball before Waterloo?” said she. “My dear, could you expect me to forget it? Everybody, I fancy, has a supreme event in his or her life. That was my supreme event. “I was staying at the British embassy, and in our party there were many lovely girls, now long since dead and gone. Fop weeks we had talked of the ball and of what wo should wear. Girls wore much the same then as they are today, add not even the return of Napoleon from Elba and the renewal of war seemed half so im portant to us as the approaching halt "My dress—l have it still—was a plain white muslin, and over it I woro a blue sash, as became a debutante. There was no fear for any lack of partners, for Brus sels was full of young officers, and in the army of occupation no less than 05 of my own hear relatives, all young men and nearly all of some dancing ability. Yon can easily picture, my dear, the flutter which their proximity gave us. “The great night earnest last, none too goon for us. I knew quite well that Na poleon was marching on Brussels, but the thought disturbed me little, for I had al ready ten names upon my dancing -list, and the prospect was altogether delight ful. "It was a most enjoyable ball, but Byron was wrong when he described us as turning pale and listening with horror to the distant roar of cannon. The truth was that we heard no cannon at all. Indeed the three bands and the company of high land pipers wotjd have drowned the roar of an Bonaparte’s ordnance at such a dis tance. ’ - "Indeed it was not until I missed the Duke of Brunswick from the ballroom that I really knew what was coming. The honored name of ‘Brunswick’s fated chief tain’ was upon my tablets for a dance, but when I looked around for the duke I could see him nowhere. In going, however, he was polite, for he left a callow aid-de-camp to tell me the truth about the coming bat tle. It is rather romantic, but that callow aid-de-camp eventually became my hus band. “Our acquaintance began at the Brus sels ball, when he showed both tact and kindliness in setting my fears at rest and actually danced with me the particular number opposite to which the Duke of Brunswick’s name had been set. "I staid with Lord Clancarty’s family until after Waterloo had been fought and won. We did not rejoice very much at the victory, I fear, as the thousands of poor fellows coming in dead and wounded were not conducive to enjoyment. ” Lady Louisa Tighe preserved to the last the white ball dress in which she danced at Brussels. The dance card on which the ill fated Duke of Brunswick’s name had been inscribed was unfortunately lost 25 years ago during a fire.—Exchange. The Value of Literature. "What is it?” asked the old farmer, looking askancoatthe bag which the book canvasser had dropped on tho ground with a weary, air. "I have some of the most entertaining and instructive-literature of the day here, sir,” answered tbe canvasser, endeavoring to brighten up a little in order to secure a purchaser. “In these days of education, when our sons and daughters have been trained”— "Ain’t got none,” interrupted the farm er gruffly and ungrammatically. .“I have an assortment of books, sir, to suit all,” continued the canvasser, "and any which I may not have in stock I can get on the shortest notice. Here are”*- And ho proceeded to rattle off the names of half a dozen as ho pulled them out of his bag. “I’m afeared you ain’t got the kind I want,” said the farmer after a careful surveys! the exteriors. “ This one seems to be the nearest. How much is it?” “That, sir, is 5 shillings,” replied the canvasser. “Here, take it back,” said the farmer. “I want somethin cheap. You see,”, he added, “I don’t read ’em, hut they comes in handy like. If it’s got a leather cover, it does very well for a razor strop. If It’s thick, it comes in fust rate to put under the drawers or tbe table when the foot or the caster comes off. If it’s big, It’ll do to hold tho winder up. And I like ’em with a fastener, so as the book won’t fly open and get the leaves smeared with mud when I throw it at tbe dog. No, I don’t think you’ve got any as will do for me.” —Pearson’s Weekly. English. Professor Skeat of Cambridge has a few pointed words to say about the dislike of some of bis countrymen for the term “English.” , In a recently published let ter be wrote thus: “Those who wish to substitute British have entirely forgot that if any one has a grievance In this matter it is clearly the Londoner, for London is In Middlesex, tho land of the middle Saxons, whereas this extraneous word ‘English’ Ignores the Saxons as com pletely as it does the Scotch, just as the word ‘British’ ignores Ireland. However, we shall have to move, it would seem, with tbe times, and we shall soon have before us a proposal that we must all talk of the Americo - A ustralio - Canado-Cape-of- Good-Hopo-Great-Brltish-and-Irlsh lan guage or probably something still more comprehensive In order to avoid wounding the peculiar feelings of those to whom the very name of England Is an abomination. Only one thing stands at present in the way—viz, that there happen to be several million people still loft to whom the name of England is ho such thing, and these millions Include foreigners qut of every Bation under heaven.” Picked Him A teacher was introducing a lesson on “A Flint Stone” by a few remarks upon the primitive savage. After detailing many characteristics he wound up with: “He was very rough, using no knife or fork, but eating with his fingers. Now, who was this?” ' .Johnny—Please, sir, our lodger, sir.”— London Tit-Bite. - ‘ A STREAK OF VANITY. Why the Kodak I* Worth More Thoa * I asaport In Cuba. One of the .regulations of the Spanish army forbids tbe taking of photographs withost a permit. For a shot at a fortifi cation with the camera the penalty is espe cially severe. Nevertheless it is tho uni versal testimony of American newspaper correspondents that while traveling in Cuba a camera is a better protection than a passport. This is because no nationality la fonder of posing In uniform before the lens. The Spaniard, officer or soldier, writes W. B. St avens In the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, never misses a chance to bo “taken.” Permission to photograph a fort will be refused with a very positive shako of the head, but a request to be al lowed to snap tbe garrison drawn up with the fort as a background is always met. with smiling acceptance. ~ A captain or a lieutenant will turn out his command and put it In any position suggested if he learns that a picture is wanted. If a sus pect or a real insurgent la brought into camp, the detachment which has made the capture will enter heartily into a plan to pose in away to reproduce the scene of Its efficiency. Tho prisoner will be brought out and made to kneel while the soldiers and the officer In charge of them take positions. On one occasion the whole scene was reproduced tn such realistic manner that tho poor prisoner clapped his hands Upon his eyes and for a few mo ments underwent all of the mental torture of an execution. The guards on an armored oar will climb on top of their traveling fort and get into position any time at the suggestion of a desire for a picture. They will do it with alacrity and manifestation of good feeling, as If a compliment had been paid them. The fact that he may never.see the picture and that it Is going where no one will Nd* ognize him seems to make no difference to the Spanish officer or soldier. If el Amer icano wants the picture enough to ask for it, he is willing to accommodate. The more realistic of war tbe posing can bo made the more heartily the Spaniard en ters into the proposition. For him tbe camera has a fascination. Rank cuts no figure. Colonels as well as corporals are susceptible. Only once in such journeying did the little black box fall as a friend maker with the Spanish troops. That was during a visit to a camp of reconoentzados. Views of naked and ragged children, of crowded huts, of concentrated misery In general, had been taken without any attempt at concealment. TJIO mother of a pair of twins had just persuaded the cherubs to face the camera when the officer of tbe day, a serious faced captain, appeared and looked upon the smiling group of recon centrados with evident disapprobation. He wanted to know If a permit had been ob tained from the oommandante. When he learned that the formality had been overlooked, he said it would be neces sary to go at once to the headquarters. With a score of boys following and the guide looking frightened, the line of march upon the oommandante was taken up. What might have happened had that offi cial been awake will never be known. It was the siesta hour. Tho officer of the day could not think of arousing bls superior. He seemed a little in doubt bow to proceed and accepted an invitation to go to the hotel with such promptness that it was evidently a relief to a strained situation. At the hotel the officer of the day was made as comfortable as circumstances would per mit. His taste was consulted as to the proper manner to exchange international courtesies, and when be went away It was with the observation that a later hour would do very.well for the call upon the commandante. The next time the officer saw the oommandante he found that his prisoners on parole had preceded him. Some letters had been shown and good re lations had been established. “They were taking pictures of the camp,” said the officer, indicating the American and his companion. “They have letters. They are all right,” the oommandante replied. With that the Incident closed, although tbe look which came over the faqe of the officer of the day did not indicate complete resignation. Learned, but Eccentric. Professor Lincoln of Brown university, whose death occurred a few years ago, used to tell amusing anecdotes of Neander, the great professor and historian of the Chris tian church of the Berlin university, un der whom he studied for some time. Neander was accustomed when lecturing to stand behind a curious high desk, with an open framework, and with holes and pegs for letting ii? up and down. His cos tume was a very long coat, coming down to the tops of his great jack boots, and with a collar which reached almost as high as his head as he bentover his desk, and with his arms extended forward twirled in his fingers a quill pen. If this quill dropped, there was a hiatus in the lecture until some one would pick it up and place it in his hands, and then the wonderful flow of learned discourse would proceed. It is said that when Neander went to Berlin he happened, in going from his home to tbe university for the first time, to be with a friend who, for the sake of some errand, took a most circuitous route. Neander pursued this roundabout course for years, and only by accident discovered that there was a shorter way. On one occasion, being jostled on a crowded sidewalk, tn order to pass by the crowd he stepped off into the gutter with one foot, keeping the other foot on the curbstone. When the crowd was passed, he continued absentmindedly to walk on in this curious fashion, and when he reached home he complained of being fa tigued from the disordered condition of the streets. An acquaintance who bad fol lowed him was able to explain his fatigue. —Youth’s Companion. That Was Different. A page with a note entered tbe docu ment room of the house i the other morn ing, says the Washington Post. He had an order signed by Page Morris for a book. The clerk looked at it with disgust. “Page Morris!” he exclaimed. “What business has a page sending a note for n book? Tell him to stop his impttdence and ask a member to get the book for him.” The messenger looked aghast. “He Is a congressman, ’’ he exclaimed. “He isn’t a page at all. His name Is Page Morris, and he is tbe member from Duluth.” “Oh,” grunted the clerk, and then be got the book. The great thing in life is to be in earw nest. 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