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STRIKING INCIDENT'S. SCENES THAT WERE PHQTOGRAP-lEfr ON THE MEMORY. T»* Professor Heard Governor Bron«h Mak.HU U.t Speech With Head Bared. General Buell and the Sergeant erased t With Thirst at the Spring. “Some of you youngsters, ” said the professor, "wonder how we old fellows remember the prominent men of 20 or 80 or 40 years ago so well. Because we associate them with some particular event, not necessarily of any impor tance, but serving to bring the men as sociated with it vividly before the mind. For example, I saw old Govern ' at Brough of Qmo scores of times, but whenever I think of him I do not see him as he walked in his unwieldy way along the streets nor as he sat in his office, a dominating presence, nor as he appealed on state occasions, nor when he raged in controversy with the stron gest men in the nation over the conduct of the war, but I see him as he stood one night on a pile of bricks, just out side Capitol square in Columbus. "The fall of Richmond had been an nounced. The people were wild with excifement and enthusiasm. The under standing was that the governor would speak to them that night, and, standing on a pile of bricks at the comer of High and State streets, he talked to the peo ple of the great news and what it meant to the nation. While he was speaking it began to rain, and still he spoke on. Those in the crowd who had umbrellas raised them, and there was a general shout for the governor to put on his hat. As he stood there that minute, with the raindrops pattering down on his bald head and splattering and sparkling in the light of the street lamp near, Gov ernor Brough always comes tb me. "He paid no heed to the rain, and in his deep, resonant voice he said to the calls of the crowd: ‘I will not put on my hat. A man must stands uncovered in the presence of an event that means so much to this people. ’ And he talked on, the people standing in the rain and glorying in every word he said. That was the last speech made by Governor Brough, because the cold that resulted from the exposure took him down to 'death. "Brough was one of the very strong est men of that period in publio life, but do you know that I heard one of the most prominent ladies in Ohio urge that he be not renominated because he was so reckless in his use of tobacco? She forgot the ability, honesty, earnest ness and zeal of the man who had re ceived the largest majority ever given a candidate for any office in Ohio and made a violent campaign against him because he had a rough way and because he was such an inveterate tobacco chewer.” "I remember General Buell,” said the sergeant, "not as he appearaed in the battle of Shiloh, not as he appeared in full uniform at grand review, but as I saw him on a forced march, when he wore the negligee or fatigue dress. Our company had come, with dry throats and empty canteens, to a large spring that burst from the earth with force enough to turn the wheels of a mill. The men proceeded to fill their canteens and drink their fill. An orderly sat on his horse near and advised the men to be very careful in filling their canteens so as to leave the water clear for those who came after. A little apart from him on a splendid horse sat an officer in a straw hat. The man and the horse, even though the man was in so simple a dress, made a fine picture, but the boys did not look carefully enough at either to recognize the officer or the horsa “One of the sergeants, crazed by thirst, plunging forward to the spring, intent only on getting the clear water to his parched throat, put one foot into the shallow edge of the spring. Instant ly there came from the man in the straw hat the quiet and imperious order, ‘Take I your foot out. ’ The sergeant, irritated beyond endurance by what he regarded a trifling matter, turned and said inso lently: ‘Mind your own business, sir. I will have no quartermaster’s clerk giving orders to me. ’ "As though he had been a part of the man the splendid horse made one jump toward the spring and toward the ser geant, and the-' man in the straw hat said, with increased emphasis and im periousness, ‘Take your foot out,’and the bewildered sergeant recognized the commander in chief of the army. He stopped back and saluted, and then Gen eral Buell said quietly, looking down with a sort of sympathy into ihe dis mayed face: ‘Fill your canteens, but be careful. Thirty thousand men must take water from this spring before night. ’ "Those who remembered what a mudhole a thousand men make of a spring understood why General Buell stood guard on that day.”—Chicago Inter Ocean. A Use For It. "And now," said the banker, when j they had entered the private office and closed the door, “what can I do for yon?” The sinister looking stranger drew from his pocket a glass vessel securely corked, containing a yellowish liquid. “I want money,” he said,.“and I must havq it If I were to drop this glass on the floor and break it, both of us would be blown into a thousand pieces.” The banker scribbled an address upon a card. “Take that thing up to my house, ” ne said, “and turn it over to our new servant girl, and then name your price. ” —Strand Magazine. Theater Chat. He—ln China a play is six months long. - She—Dear me, what a lot of good shoe leather you save in not being there to go out between acts!—Exchange. WHAT SHE NEGLECTED. Ho Was a Student of Human Nature, and He Caught Her. Albert Bloodgood gased long and earnestly into bis young wife’s eyes. It was evident that serious doubts had taken possession of him. He had been married to Sylvia Bloodgood for three days and bad thought that he was hap py, but now, aa she sat beside him in the saloon of the plunging steamer, a horrible thought suddenly forced itself upon him. The sweet girl who had given her life into his keeping noticed that something was out of whack with him, and, look ing up, more as an innocent child would look at a parent than as a wife contem plating the features of her husband, she asked: “Doesn’t ’oom love ’oor ’ittle darlie any more? Tell me, darling, what it is that troubles you. Don’t try to conceal it from ’oor ’ittle lovey dovey. You know I’m so wise I can see everything. You told me so yesterday, when I guessed What you had in that pretty jewel box for me, ’ ’ He sighed and said: “Ah, sweetness, I don’t know whether I ought to impart my thoughts to you or not Perhaps lam borrowing trouble. But I have, as you know, always been of a studious disposition. I have studied men and women, and I have been wont to think that I knew human nature.” "Yes,” she urged, becoming inter ested; “goon.” - - “Well, either my observations and deductions have been wrong or you don’t love me an-a wife should love her husband.” "Oh, Albert,”, the sweet girl cried, flinging her arms around his neck and sobbing pitifully, “what has caused you to form this cruel, cruel opinion? What has ’oor 'ittle darlie done to arouse such a suspicion?” "It isn’t wbatjrou have done, ” he re plied, “but what you have not done, that worries me.” She drew back in wild fear and waited for him to proceed. "Yes,” he went on, “it is what you have neglected that has caused these doubts to take possession of me. Here We’ve been married for three days, and you have not yet asked me to solemnly declare that I never really loved until I came to know you. ” With a guilty look she slunk away to her stateroom, for she knew that she had forever forfeited the right to claim his confidence. —Cleveland Leader. HERRING BOATS. Their Peculiar Rig One of Them Sall* From Cornwall to Australia. The fleets of herring fishing boats sail- , ing out of the ports of Great Britain are grand seagoing craft, strong and swift, and able to stand the stormiest weather. They are usually rigged with two stumpy masts and carry enormous square lugsails, which have to be low ered and raised every time tfie boats “come about.” In Scotland and the English and Irish ports they are called luggers, but in the isle of Man have ■ the local name of “nickies. ” In many . cases the crews own the boats, each man having a share, but in any case the fishermen have an interest in the amount of fish sold and are {laid according to results. It is a glorious sight to see these boats racing home aft er a good haul, the first boat.in having the best market for the fish. It is not uncommon at Tarbot, the headquarters of the Loch Frone boats; Peel, in the isle of Man; Penzance, in Cornwall, and at some Irish ports to see the fish taken away by cartloads to be used by the farmers for manure at times when an unusually big catch has oversupplied the market. In many places during the summer there are races organized by the towns people and visitors for these luggers, and the interest in the events is far more keen than in the finest yacht races. Only recently a Penzance lugger was sailed by her crew to Australia, and made the passage in wonderfully quick time. The large boats are manned by from 20 to 30 men, the weight of the lugsails making a big crew a neces sity. In most cases the sails are stained a reddish brown, and distinguishing let ters and numbers on the sail tell to what port the craft belongs. New York Sun. Making It Easy. Old John S was a rural postman in a west country district and in a rather rough fashion was also an ama teur dentist. On his rounds one day be met a certain farmer about to start for a six mile ride to town for the purpose of getting an aching tooth drawn. On seeing old John, however, the farmer, distracted with pain, determined to test the old man’s skill as a tooth puller. A pair of somewhat rusty pliers was pro duced, and after a few tugs the tooth was held up for the farmer to see, who exclaimed: “Why, John, you’ve drawn the wrong tooth! That is a sound one!” “I know that, maister,” said John, “but now I can get at the other handi er.” —Pearson’s Weekly. Walter Besant’* Tribute to America. Sir Walter Besant, the eminent Eng lish novelist, said, when he went back to England after a visit here, that noth ing he saw in America impressed him so deeply as the devotion of our young people to their flag; that nowhere ex cept among British soldiers had he seen such affection and respect for a national emblem, and that a nation which as a whole felt as we seemed to feel about our colors from the time we left our mothers’ knees, was one thut could withstand the "whole world in arms.— Charles Sydney Clark in St. Nicholas. The London Spectator says 1,000 of the Irish constabulary with rifles would restore the worst mob of Constantinople to comparative sanity in ten minutes. The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.—LowelL KING OF PICKPOCKETS. uh. . .. , ■■Ha.ll- Death of the Man Who Filched the Purre of the Prince of Wale*. Fred H, king of pickpockets, has just passed away In London. Like his prede cessor, Fred II was well known on the turf both in England and in France, and whenever a turfman’s pocketbook was cap tured by any of his majesty’s outposts an audience with the monarch was all that was necessary to secure its prompt return to the lawful owner. People not connect ed with the turf were lees fortunate. The ministers of his majesty performed some marvelous tours de force in their very profitable profession, but not one of them had the delicacy of touch and power of penetration that made the king famous. One day ho made a bet that he would pick the pocket of the Prince of Wales. The thing seemed to be absolutely impossible, because many of the prince’s friends knew Fred very well and the difficulty of get ting close enough to him to capture his pocketbook seemed insurmountable. But it was a simple matter for the king. He picked the prince’s pocket and won hie bet. The tics of royalty are great and strong. The king returned the pocketbook to the prince, and the latter, of course, could not think of prosecuting a king. He laughed at the joke and complimented Fred on his skill as a pickpocket. A pastime that Fred took special delight in was filching the watches and pocket books of magistrates and high officials of the police, and the stories of his exploits In this line are many. He was always dressed in the latest fashion. He had good taste in the matter of clothes and always avoided everything loud. He was a good looking fellow too. . But kings cannot reign forever, and the reign of Fred II ended rather in gloriously. It was ambition that ruined him. He wanted to perform an exploit in the pocket picking line that would eclipse all his previous performances. He determined to relieve Baron Hirsch of the burden of his heavily loaded purse. He approached the philanthropist in his usual courtly way, but unfortunately for the king the baron recognized him immediately. “My dear Fred,” said he, “you have come too late. I have just lost all my money on the favorite. Be good enough to honor me with your attention another day, and be sure to come before the race.” Fred saluted With great dignity and de parted, and after that began to go down hill. He soon after abdicated and lived a retired life in a little house in one of the suburbs of London. His star had set. He became sad and looked back upon the van? ities of fat pocketbooks. Little by little he faded and died of a disease which his French doctor called “nostalgic du vol,” or the rust that in his profession follows rest Just as in the case of the funeral of an other king of pickpockets many curiosity seekers attended the funeral of Fred, and upon feeling for their money and jewelry after returning home discovered that they had, in fact, been at a pickpocket’s fu lieral. Professional fingers had been set working in honor of the dead. A modern , Dick Turpin, Fred was good natured, fond of children and generous with the money of other people. His bank account was never overdrawn, and' he never had any hesitation about helping a poor fellow out. A few shillings or a few pounds to him amounted to nothing. There were always plenty of available pocketbooks to call upon whenever ho was short.—New York Sun. ’• Highly Developed Sense of Smelling. Why should it lie considered strange that an animal depending on its nose as much as the dog does should be able to distin guish one scent from another when man kind can do the same to fully as delicate a degree? A friend of mine told me he could lean over a kettle of boiling glue stock (horrible smelling stuff) and distinguish any perfume from any other on a handker chief. Julia Brace (deaf-blind) could as sort the clothing of her fellow pupils after coming from the wash by smelling it Linnie Haguewood (another deaf-blind girl) knows every dish on the table on coming into the room. James Mitchell (a deaf-blind man who died about 1880) rec ognized his friends by their smell, and even formed his likes or dislikes of stran gers by that means. The Rev. M. B. Wynne wrote me that his young brother in-law could always tell whether a rabbit was in its burrow by smelling at the open ing. The deaf blind always display this ex treme delicacy of scenting powers (except, of course, in such cases as Laura Bridge man, Ragnhild Kaata, Willie Caton, etc., where the senses of taste and smell were destroyed by the disease which ruined their sight and hearing), and it would seem that they only appreciate distinctions which those in possession of all their senses neglect. I know that doctors will say that the organ of smell is but vestigial in man, while fully developed in dogs, but no trained man tracking hound ever displayed more delicate ‘ ‘ nose’ ’ than Julia Brace did, and a stubborn fact like that counts strong, regardless of what anatomy says.—Forest and Stream. The Stone Age In British Columbia. When I arrived on this coast in 1854, the Indians generally made and used im plements of stone, such as arrow and spear points, knives, adzes and axes, and continued to make and use them for years after that The materials they used were chert, jade, a black and gray slate and a dark and gray basalt. I think I may have seen the process of making these articles when I first came here, but am not cer tain. However, I know pretty well how they were mode, at least by the Indians in habiting this island. A black bearskin was spread on the ground with the hair side down. Then a flake of chert, of jade or of basalt, first roughed out by striking two pieces together, was held on the bear skin between the fingers and chipped into shape with another stone or a bone by gradual pressure. In this Way they soon formed very perfect arrowheads, some hav ing points as sharp as a needle. The base of the weapon was worked out by simple pressure, then inserted in the cleft shaft and securely held in its place with pitch, asphaltum or a glue made of fins of the halibut. The larger spearheads were usually made of slate, split into flakes, worked out and then rubbed until polished. Their adzes and axes were made of chert, jade or, basalt, and were of vari ous shapes and sizes. Some of them were finely finished and polished, while others were rough and ill formed. One class of them were evidently made to be used by holding in the hand, but the great gnajor ity of them had handles of some descrip tion.—Antiquarian. -- • ' Food Wrapped la Paper. Articles of food that are damp or juicy should never be left in papers Paper is merely a compound of rugs, glue, lime and similar substances, with acids and chemicals intermingled, and when damp is unfit to touch things that are to be eaten. HELEN KELLER’S WORK. She Raised Money For the Edneatloo of a Boy AflUotod Like Herself. An affecting story is tnld by William T. Ellis in St Nicholas under the title of “Helen Keller and Tommy Stringer.” Mr. Ellis says: A little child lived in black silence. There never was midnight so dense as the tarkness that enveloped his mind. Sight and hearing were gone utterly and for ever. The child knew absolutely nothing, except that sometimes from somewhere something put food into his mouth and moved him about when necessary. His world was limited by as much of his little erib as he could feel with his sad by the touch of this something that cared for his wants. The merest babe knows the sunlight and its mother’s voice and face. Five years had passed over this little boy as he lay on his hospital cot, but he knew less than a mopth old infant—less indeed than the least of the beasts of the field. He was completely shut up in a living tomb of flesh, with no communication between himself and the great world about him. Yet within that prison was a healthy brain, open to all the possibilities of life. Since the terrible sickness that had camo to him in Infancy, little Tommy Stringer had lain thus among strangers. His mother was dead. His father could not help him. From his birthplace in Wash ington, Pa., the helpless sufferer had been removed to a hospital in Alleghany. But no Institution wanted this troublesome charge, who would require the constant attention of a teacher. So the almshouse seemed the only haven for Tommy. There at least he could And a shelter. But it was net to be so. Light was ahead—the glorious light of knowledge. One who had been similarly shut in by the walls of a triple affliction was to lead Tommy Stringer out Into the bright light that she herself enjoyed. It was during the summer of 1890 that the news of Tommy’s sad plight came to Helen Koller. The sensitive soul of this 10-year-old girl was deeply affected. She, if no one else, would save the poor boy. ; Thenceforth Tommy became the burden of Helen’s thought and conversation. She talked about him to her friends. She wrote letter upon letter asking aid for him. At this time occurred a pathetic in cident that was the means of turning to- ■ ward the little blind boy tho kindly inter i est and generous gifts that accomplished i his rescue. Tho pet and playmate of Helen when i she was at home was a beautiful New i foundland dog. Through a foolish blun der, this animal was shot by a policeman, i When the news came to Helen, she had no word of reproach, but simply said, with * beautiful charity, “I am sure they never ’ could have done it if they had only known I what a dear, good dog Lioness was. ” The story of her love was published ’ widely, and from far and near—even from ■ across the ocean—camo to Helen offers of > money or another deg. The little girl had i only one answjMMto all these kind expres sions. „-j£>ho wtufiyrateful, but she did not i care for another dog to take the place of > Lioness. Nevertheless the gift would be . accepted, if the donor so desired, on behalf of a little deaf, dumb and blind boy, for i whom she was trying to raise money > enough to bring him to Boston to be edu- > cated. - ■ r In every direction Helen sent this mes sage, always in a specially written person al letter that was marked by the sweet simplicity and remarkable ability of the & author. For a long time these letters i averaged eight a day, and a marvelously * versatile and eloquent little pleader Helen ■ showed herself. She also wrote for news k paper articles addressed to children, as I well as general appeals—never any two : precisely alike. Helen instituted'for her i self a rigorous course of self denial (absti- * nonce from soda water and other prized - luxuries), that she might save money for * her one great object. The result of all this effort was the securing of sufficient funds I to insure Tommy at least two years of ed -1 ucation at the Kindergarten For the Blind, i Jamaica Plain, Mass. 1 Superstitious Songstress. Jessie Bartlett Davis acknowledges to 1 being a little bit superstitious—just a lit ‘ tie bit. She tells the following story to a “ Boston Herald man of her belief in the in fluence of a song: “I believe in luck, yes, and do you know that an old ballad and a * favorite one with mo has always been the means of bringing mo lucky results? The ‘ song is a chestnut, but it procured me every good engagement I ever had; it is ’ ‘Sweet Genevieve.’ ‘ “I went to see Mr. Davis when he was * manager of the Chicago Church Choir 3 company. I wanted more money than I 3 was getting, and I applied for an engage " ment. I sang ‘Sweet Genevieve,’ and got < the part of Little Buttercup. I frequently ’ sang it by request, and Mr. Davis fell in 1 love with the song and married the singer. » When the American Opera company was > getting into shape, I went to see Theodore 1 Thomas, and when he said he would like to hear something I knew how to sing I gave him ‘Sweet Genevieve.’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘any girl who can sing a love song , like that can sing In American opera, * and - he engaged me. When I applied for an 1‘ engagement in the Mapleson Grand Opera 1 company, Mr. Mapleson made an appoint s ment for me to meet Mme. Patti, and I 9 gave her ‘Sweet Genevieve.’ She heard a me through the whole song, and applaud e ed by clapping my face between her two s hands. Mr. Barnabee admitted me to my - present position on the strength of .the <f lamented Genevieve, and he pays me the mischievous compliment of getting out his a handkerchief every time I sing it. Os r course he only does it to break me up, but e I shall sing ‘Sweet Genevieve’* till my g -Voice cracks. ” o Leopold and Victoria. y The king of the Belgians has the roputa -1 tlon of being the gayest monarch in Europe * and is consequently regarded with consid erable disfavor by Queen Victoria. On t one occasion last spring, however, accord - 0 ing to an English exchange, when tho o king was lunching with her majesty at f Cimiez, he revenged himself for the sever -8 ity of his hostess* manner by retailing an 3 anecdote which, although excruciatingly 1 funny, was decidedly improper. . The 0 queen preserved her countenance during * the rest of the meal, but it is recorded that 0 during her customary afternoon drive her 8 majesty’s smile was more than usually * radiant £ Where Fide Voices Are Found. - Fine voices are seldom found in a coun try where fish or meat diet prevails. Those Italians who eat the most fish (those ot Naples and Genoa) have few fine singers f among them. 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