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GEN. CORBIN AT MANILA.
,'VIMIF.SftES* PLEASURE IN HIS TOUR
' or NEW POSSESSIONS.
„ . .occasion < Pay Glow In*
’ Trll„,te o the Able Civil and Mill
,, r> Administration of Taft and
| I ll( ffee—E*clia*e Prescuts With
x,illjin f J"*°-
vanl]a Aug . 4.—The- towns of Cala
\aujan and Pola, on the north
f " ( l ist of the island of Mindoro,
' o ,vupied by a battalion of the
'' , u enth Volunteer Infantry and Ma
-1 Z. be scouts after a slight resistance.
V insurgents, numbering 250, fled into
interior. Their commander, How
j who js a deserter, is hiding in the
‘j! jntains and the Americans are in
•r,'ll'SUit.
-dh. Gen. Corbin, who has returned
t o Manila after an eleven day tour jf
t ' t;i islands, including a visit to the
yuitan of Jolo, with whom he exchang
ed presents, says:
fh trip has considerably broadened
,v views as well as afforded me great
'v lsU iv personally. What I have seen
eliuiiM be of considerable benefit to the
government. .
in my opinion the changes now be
ing made in the Philippines could not
be carried out by abler hands than
thnM . of Gov. Taft and Gen. Chaffee.
1 oth have had wide experience. Both
- re men of tact and ability. Their du
'u ore entirely separate, and yet in
nnnv ways co-operative. One could
n ot v. i v well go forward without the
other lam gratified to observe the
torn friendship established between
them and I am confident that under
their’guidance the Philippines will get
out of trouble into peaceful waters.”
The adjutant general left Manila for
Shanghai this afternoon.
The civil commission has chartered a
steamer for a trip among the northern
islands in the interest of the establish
ment of civil government. The journey
wifi he begun in about ten days.
. ongressman Shafroth of Colorado,
who has been closely Investigating the
question of public lands in the Philip
pines urges the commission to take
ste; - to establish the homestead laws,
allowing any person doing work to the
value of SIOO on government land to
occupy a certain amount of it, and if
possible, assisting in stocking it. He
also urges a similar arrangement with
reference to mining claims.
The troubles between the Sultan of
Join and other native chiefs, which has
resulted in some fighting and consider
able loss of life, are being closely
watched by the military authorities
who are ready to interfere should occa
sion demand. The new administration
of .Manila under the charter will prob
ably go into effect next Tuesday when
most of the appointments will be made.
COLUMBUS SHOOTING AFFRAY.
I mvelrome Hotel finest Endeavors
to Kill Clerk Who Reqnested Him
to Move.
Columbus, Oa„ Aug. 4.—Considerable
excitement was caused at the Vernon
Hotel late last night by a sensational
shooting affray. John L. Maxwell, a
well-known young man of this city,
and who is prominently connected here,
shot three times at Jep Chaffin, hotel
clerk and son of the proprietress.
According to the statements of wit
nesses. Maxwell called Chaffin into the
office of the hotel from the back porch
of the building, and as he appeared
planted his pistol point blank at him
and tireel. The? men were hardly three
feet apart, but Chaffin ducked in time
to dodge the bujlet, dropping behind
a counter. Maxwell followed him up,
firing two more shots, but almost by a
miracle Chaffin was uninjured. A ne
gro porter narrowly escaped being shot.
Mrs. Chaffin heard the shots and
rushed into the office crying “Don't
shoot my hoy.” In the fneantime Chaf
fin was trying to seize a billiard cue
to strike the other, his mother at the
same time imploring him not to do so.
Persons in the hotel office seized Max
well, and when the poliee came, a min
ute or two later, he quietly surrender
ed. He was drinking at the time and
was very much excited. Chaffin stated
that he had continuously told Maxwell
that he must leave the hotel on account
of his conduct, which his fellow guests
deemed objectionable, and this was the
sole reason why Maxwell fired at him.
Maxwell says that Chaffin had ejected
him and he would not stand his treat
ment. Maxwell was carried to police
headquarters and to-morrow the re
corder will look into the affair.
John Henry Corry, a young man who
Is a friend of Chaffl, was arrested at
the same time in connection with the
occurrence on a charge of .disorderly
conduct.
DIED OF HYDROPHOBIA.
Prominent Woman of Gainesville
Fatally Kitten by Pet Do*. Whleh
Also Hit Her Daughter at Same
lime—Pears Now for the Younger.
Gainseville, Ga„ Aug. 4.—Mrs. Dick
f hatha m died here at her home on
Summit street, this city, this morning
of hydrophobia. She was bitten by a
mad dodg several days ago, and the
I’ite at first caused her no alarm. Yes
t'Tdiiy, however, she became much
" n,SP - anc l her sufferings were so in
,<>nse she acted as if wholly mad. The
poison had evidently got In its work,
ar fhr ' suffered frightfully until death
t 1 m and her this morning. Her daugh
,, " as bitten by the same pet pug at
. le , Kaine time her mother was, and
" lay it j s feared that she will also
r " hydrophobia. Mrs. Chatham was
f uni, lent here, and owned consider
able property.
c ’ rh ® funeral of Charley Lilly, son of
v', " J• A. Lilly of Baltimore, was
u mre this afternoon. He was about
Jears old, and died of consumption.
UIIOWNING AT BEAUFORT.
IWo r,,, °red Girls Lose Lives While
llfitlii iiK,
1 u ort, S. C.. Aug. 4.—A drowning
' nl occ curred here to-day, in
n two very respectable colored
who were the mainstay of their
mother, lost their lives.
••Pu ’-nce and Lilia Riley, aged 16 and
Jears, respectively, were crabbing
horn, 8 , srtla " boat in Beaufort river,
in t ~ , tlle t°wn, and decided to go
a hri nff ’ After being in the water
hob ' * Sf>ace of time their cries for
whi "°^ e heard by a man on shore,
sn. rus hcd to their assistance, and
led in saving Mamie Watson,
Th with the Rile >' "liters.
' r ' body of Florence was recovered
".i otter the accident and the girl
„V‘Tu f'Kbtly grasping the anchor
hoat - Coroner R. R. Sams held
.. r , n luest over the recovered remains
at! , a * verdlct ln accordance with the
JVe fncts was rendered by the Jury.
Asphalt Company Formed.
I,ouis viiie Aug 4.—The Courier Jour
\ pm"! to-morrow that New York
tr , vo for med a $2,000,000 company
it- \v' 18,000 acres of asphalt lands
.1.. {L rren> Kdmondsnn and Hart coun
v. K *ntucky. It Is said the company
*,t to
THE BATTLE ROYAL.
(Continued from First Page.)
tendent Milton Coombs of the mills of
the American Steel Hoop Company
stated to-day that no orders had been
received from the general offices of the
company to start the plants in oper
ation. Unless the federation of labor
calls out the blast furnace workers for
supplying the United States Steel Cor
poration with iron, there will be no
change for the present in the local sit
uation. Reports have been circulated to
the effect that the strike would extend
to the mills of the Republic Iron and
Steel Company here and elsewhere, but
they are without foundation, as an ab
solute scale agreement has been signed
for one year.
A STEEL MAN’S VIEW.
Snys Genrrnl Strike Will Wreck the
Association
Milwaukee, Wis., Aug. 4.—“lf Pres
ident Shaffer carries out his published
intention of ordering a general strike,
it will mean the absolute annihilation
of the Amalgamated Association and
another Homestead affair,” said Su
perintendent George R. Reis of the Illi
nois Steel Company to-night.
“It seems to me a mistaken policy to
throw thousands of men out of work
merely as a matter of sentiment, and
this is all that the present strike
amounts to. in my opinion. The course
of President Shaffer is calculated to
wreck his organization, and 1 believe
he has made a great mistake in adopt
ing his present policy.”
W ILL NOT BE AFFECTED.
nirniiiighntn I.alior Lenders Do Not
Expect to He Called Oil.
Birmingham, Ala., Aug. 4.—Promi
nent labor leaders and corporation of
ficials agree in the statement that the
great steel strike in the North will
in no way affect the Birmingham dis
trict. There are several lodges of the
Amalgamated Association here, but
they do not expect to be called on for a
sympathetic strike, as none of the
mills here are owned or operated by
the United States Steel Corporation.
The steel mills of the Tennessee Coal,
Iron and Railway Company are oper
ated as open mills, the Amalgamated
Association having lost a strike at that
plant some months ago. The miners
have a powerful organization in this
district and William Fairley, a member
of the national executive board, has
gone to Indianapolis in answer to a
call from President Mitchell. Leading
miners say they do not believe his visit
is in regard to a sympathetic strike.
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LAHOR MILITARY COMPANY.
Amalgamated Men Organise One at
Wheeling. W. Va.
Wheeling, W. Va., Aug. 4.—The or
ganization of the first military com
pany by a labor organization was put
under way last night by Crescent
Lodge, Amalgamated Association, and
to-day so popular is the plan that the
members of labor unions by the hun
dred are discussing it favorably and
the indications are that a very large
percentage of Wheeling’s union labor
will soon be under military discipline.
The two full companies formed in
Crescent Lodge will not be ln any way
controlled by the state.
Steel Officials Absent.
New York, Aug. 4.—AH of the prom
inent steel officials were absent from
New York to-day and no information
as to their plans was obtainable. De
cisive action on their part in the im
pending battle is generally expected,
however.
investigatTnVweights.
Railroads Keeping Tab on Augusta
Mereliants Find Shortages and
False Marking.
Augusta, Aug. 4.—The railroads ln
Augusta have quietly established
weighing bureaus without notifying
shippers and have for several days past
reweighed and examined all freight.
They have found shortage in weight
varying from 15 to 1,000 pounds ln sin
gle shipments and found packages
marked in one class belonging to an
other of higher freight rate.
Merchants justify themselves by de
daring that rival soliciting freight
agents have said to them, “We can't
cut our rate, but you can mark down
the weight and It will go through.”
The railroads say this was unauthor
ized, and there is quite a sensation
among shippers growing out of the dis
closures by weighing bureaus.
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TALLAHASSEE TOPICS.
Mrs. Hazel Sllvls Wood Was Well
Known There.
Tallahassee, Fla., Aug. 4. —Mrs.
Hazel Silvis Wood, who has recently
been the subject of numerous press
dispatches from Omaha, was known
here as a single young woman only,
and the daughter of J. B. Silvis. Mr.
Silvis came from'Omaha several years
ago. purchased a plantation one mile
south of Tallahassee. His wife and
daughter did not join him in his new
home for two or three years. Some
time after their arrival, the mother and
daughter were on trial In the United
States Court here on a charge of Is
suing counterfeit money, but were ac
quitted. Mr. Silvis was an industrious
man and endeavored to attend to his
own business, letting other people’s
alone. He had no trouble here until
his family came. The young daughter
would go away from home, remaining
several months and return as mysteri
ously as she had disappeared.
JENNINGS CLAY REPORTED DEAD.
Wok Formerly Resident of Macon
and Expert Horsemen.
Macon, Aug. 4.—A telegram received
here to-day stated that Jennings J.
Clay, one of the most expert horsemen
in the South, and who was for years a
citizen of Macon, had died at his stock
farm near Macon, Tenn.
Mr. Clay distinguished himself during
his residence here by his feats of horse
manship at state fairs, etc. i He was a
physical gisnt, but during the past few
months his fine physique dwindled, and
at his death he weighed only 100
pounds. He married Miss Valeria E.
Lamar of Vineviile.
Archbishop Keane Hcturno.
New York. Aug. 4.—Archbishop
Keane of Dubuque, former rector of
the Catholic University, who received
his new dignity in Rome In April, ar
rived on the steamship Celtic to-day,
and went to the Fifth Avenue Hotel,
where he had a long talk with Arch
bishop Ireland and later left for Chi
cago.
I*lio|hn4t Shipment*.
Punta Gorda, Fla., Aug. 4.—Phos
phate shipments from this port during
the month of July aggregated 23,220
tons, of w hich 17,095 tons was consign
ed to foreign ports, and 16,125 tons to
, domestic port*
HE MORNING NEWS: MONDAY. AUGUST 5. 1901.
AN IDAHO TRAGEDY.
Man IleeomeK Suddenly Insane and
Makes Things Lively (or a Time at
Moscow.
Moscow, Idaho, Aug. 4. —Dr. W. W.
Watkins was shot and instantly kill
ed this morning while riding in his
buggy in the streets of Moscow., George
Creighton, a prominent merchant, was
shot through the arm, and Deputy
Sheriff Cool was shot in the shoulder
and thigh by William Steffen, a resi
dent of Moscow, who it is believed be
came suddenly insane. Steffen was af
terward killed.
Steffen was on horseback when he
shot Watkins and Cteighton. He was
at once pursued by the deptuy sheriff
and a large posse. As he neared his
house about two miles southeast of
town, his horse was shot from under
him. Steffen took refuge in his house,
which was immediately surrounded.
Here, armed with a rifle, he kept the
besiegers at a distance. However, they
kept growing in numbers and increas
ing their armament and a fusillade
was kept up from every side of the
structure, the attacking party taking
refuge in a field of tall
wheat. Steffen would occa
sionally appear at the windows, fire
a shot and disappear. About 11 o’clock
he appeared at the kitchen window, ev
idently intending to pick off someone
in a party of four Aho had crawled up
to an advanced position. They were
looking for him, however, and a 'volley
from their rifles killed him instantly.
WOMAN’S CRUELTY TO WOMAN.
The Man la Alleged to He Kmiion.l
-lle for It.
Miriam Michelson, in Philadelphia
North American.
“One of the gratest evils of the pres
ent time is that women in so-called
’high society’ are coming to regard
with more and more toleration breaches
of moral and civil laws committed by
members of their own sex,” said Arch
bishop Ireland in a recent address.
It is something novel to hear a man
assert and object to woman's charity
for woman. Since the first male phi
losopher began to smile and sneer at
ways feminine it has been man’s cus
tom to lament the hashness of wo
man’s judgments in matters where wo
men are the culprits. It has been
taken for granted, so potent a factor
is repetition in making lasting impres
sions, that the guiltless woman is not
only authorized by society to throw
the first stone at her sinning sister, but
that she takes a rare delight in ston-
ing.
,And the more uncontested is the proud
purity of the stoning one, the more
pitiless is she presumed to be to the
one who has fallen.
The literary man loves to preserve
and further to disseminate this idea
of the coldess of woman's mercy to
woman. He delights in picturing an
innocent, spotless young matron, over
flowing with the milk of human kind
ness, tender-hearted and sympathetic,
gentle and sweet-tempered, charitable,
pure-souled and high-minded, with a
tenderness for every suffering creature
in the world, except for the woman
gone astray. The mere sight of the
transgressor freezes every kindly drop
in her veins, and she' becomes, as it
were automatically, a pitiless, narrow
minded, executioner who “cuts” her
victim with a joy that could be no more
savagely elate if the sin which she is
elected to punish were a personal wrong
she must revenge.
None So Cruel an “Good” Women.
This is woman's charity to woman
in books. On the stage she Is a bit
more merciful, for the reason that a
sinner, being, unhappily, so much more
interesting than a saint, the wicked
one is often the heroine, and the at
titude of her fellow-fictions on the
stage must be the reflection of the sen
timent in the audience's heart. And,
theatrically, it has come to be the fash
ion to love one’s erring sister as one's
self.
But woman’s charity to woman, as
viewed from the masculine standpoint,
in real life, follows closely upon the
line the old novelists, and the English
novelists particularly, have made
familiar. It is half a joke
—as expositions of feminine
characteristics are apt to be to the su
perior sex—but it is wholly a truth to
them that there is no woman so cruel
as a "good” woman; that the quality
of her mercy to her own sex is so
strained that very, very little drips
down upon the scarlet woman crouch
ing before her outraged purity, as
Goethe’s devil crouches before the
cross.
Men bot only promulgate this the
ory; they believe it. It is so old a Ac
tion that it has become venerable to
conservative thinkers. If you were to
ask ten men of your acquaintance for
an adjective that should describe wo
man's attitude toward women sinners,
nine of them would call ours the un
forgiving sex.
Archbishop Ireland would be the
tenth man.
But the word unforgiving would be
used in no condemnatory sense.
This unforgiving spirit men consider
reprehensible, of course, theoretically.
Practically, though, and specifically,
they applaud, while they affect to
smile at it as another instance of the
illiberality of feminine human nature.
Wily Man Poses ns Being Tender.
The reason of the gentleness of this
masculine judgment is evident. Man
is tender with woman's suppositious
reputation for being unelgpritable to
women, because the real sinks his own;
and it is human nature V 9 recognize
one’s weaknesses in others and to be
almost as merciful to foster failings
as to one's own.
Asa matter of fact, not of Action or
hearsay, it is man’s inhumanity to the
sinful woman, and not woman’s, that
is the joke, if joke there be in the
melancholy misunderstanding. The
real Puritan, the narrow-headed, cen
sorious hater of vice—in women, of
course, the question is not of men sin
ners, but Of men assuming the priv
ilege of salnthqod—is not the matron,
but her husband.
If Jenny Jones has fallen by the way
side, and Mrs. Smith stoops to pick
her un and restore her to her place,
who Is the first to object?
Who but Smith?
If there is but a whisper against
willful Jenny, who is the first to carry
it to Mrs. Smith and to recommend
a cessation of the old Intimacy?
Who but Smith—Smith, who was
wont to rail, good-naturedly, at the
narrowness of good women; Smith,
who. in the goodness of his soul, has
so often found excuses for the tempted;
Smith, who has recognized long ago
the one fault of illiberality in his wife’s
composition; recognized it and been
reconciled to it, even before it appear
ed, so prone is man to attribute a class
failing to the sex and to judge each
member of it by this foreordained
characteristic which he himself has
bestowed upon her?
His objections, of course, were all
real and practical. His reasons are be
neficent, so far as protecting the wo
man he loves is concerned, and altruis
tic as far as that secondary selfishness,
which family selfishness is, will permit
him to go.
But he does object. That is the real
point. And he objects in no half-heart
ed way. Whatever may be the duty of
women toward women, the particular
woman he loves and rules shall not
rescue this particular Jenny Jones, nor
any other one
iWhx aotT / *
Wife Only Obeys Hiihlir nil's Ruling.
Because her husband objects—objects
strenuously, decidedly and effectively.
Let some other man’s wife go out of
her way to disprove the old calumny on
womankind. His—Smith’s wife—shall
at least negatively prove it. Let some
other rqan’s wife meet the suspicion
that defiled fingers follow the touching
of filth, or that defilement is potential
in those who feel anything but horror
and aversion at its presence.
For him —Smith —he loves his wife
too well to permit her to place herself
in a position open to criticism. It is
his duty as her husband and protec
tor, who knows the ways of the world,
to stand between her and ill-considered
impulse of hers which might bring suf
fering to her.
With his duty to Jennie Jones, Smith,
of course, is not concerned, except
theoretically, as 1 have said.
Theoretically he will upon the first
occasion, and ignoring any personal
demonstration to the contrary, hold
forth, with a humorous man’s wink,
and a kindly man’s charity, upon the
insuperable barrier which nature has
raised in woman's mind against the
guilty of her own sex.
And Mrs. Smith, having been Smith's
wife for some years, will know better
than to pit any individual instance
against a theory so broad and so long
uncontradicted.
So that, in a way, though Smith
makes the Draconian law, it is his wife
upon whom rests the odium of enforc
ing it.
But neither of the two is conscious
of this truth. It is the divine right
of married life—Peace be praised!
that a woman shall be unable to see
when her husband would prefer her to
be blind: that she shall be afflicted
with amnesia when he wishes her to
forget.
And as there are few Archbishop Ire
lands to speak the truth—the lamenting
of it and its closer application are an
other story—and as the world is made
up, of Smiths, women will continue of
ficially to turn a scornful, cold, con
demning face upon the feminine sinner
And men will officially and by turns
deplore and ridicule her cruelty; her
unhesitating, unreasoning wielding of
the flaming social sword, which keeps
the sinner forever beyond the pale.
THE MOUND BUILDERS.
Were They Identical With the Sionx
Indians f
From the Northwest Magazine.
In a paper read before the Minnesota
Historical Society recently J. V. Brow
er of St. Paul presented evidence
tending to show that the mound build
ers of Minnesota were none other than
the old, full-blooded Sioux Indians. Ho
traced these aborigines back to their
ancient habitations and villages, and
in the course of his researches arrived
at some surprising conclusions. After
describing every tribe of Indians know
to have been permanent residents of the
region explored, Mr. Brower gave his
attention to tne geological age of the
lakes, the surface of the ground and to
the rivers, creeks and other streams.
It was shown distinctly, he says,
that the mounds were built on the top
of the black soil and of that material,
indicating that hundreds of them are
of more recent origin than many sup
pose. From the numerous village sites
there have been collected stone, cop
per, flint and earthen objects and arti
facts which are exactly similar to the
same kind of material taken from the
mounds adjoining the village sites.
That fact shows that the people who
built the mounds also occupied the an
cient villages.
Each of the village sites discovered
has been explored and charted. By the
side of the chart of 1900 the Fauquelin
chart of 1688 was placed, and it was
distinctly demonstrated by the two
charts that the Sioux villagers resid
ing in Mille Lacs in 1688 were resi
dent at identical places where village
sites were observed in 1900.
The next proposition submitted was
proof from the records left by Radisson.
Hennepin, Duluth, Le Sueur and Car
ver that the Sioux made ,md used
stone implements, clay pots, copper
crescents, flint knives, quartz arrow
points, and various stone and copper
objects, following which it was demon
strated beyond dispute that the Sioux
removed the fish from the remains of
their dead and deposited the bones in
a bundled condition, with the skull.
Catlin’s works were here produced to
show that as late as 1835 the Sioux
were building mounds over their dead.
A chart was shown delineating the
bundled bones of Indians at the sur
face of the ground at Mille Lacs, with
mounds of earth built over them.
James W. Lynd, historian of the
Sioux Nation, wa? quoted showing
that the Dakota people were at Mille
Lacs at a very ancient period; in fact,
so long ago that no tradition remained
to show where they came from or how
long they had been there.
No trace of two distinct classes of
stone implements and earthen pots
has been found at Mille Lacs, and the
only island in the region where the
Sioux had a village, to which Henne
pin was taken in 1680. is overspread
with broken clay vessels and stone im
plements.
DIARY OF AN ADVANCE AGENT.
A Glimpse of nrltHin'* Impending
Fnlc From lln.lling Americana.
From London Punch.
Monday, 10 a. m.—Reached England.
Country half asleep.
4p. m.—Reached London. Village
awake, but not really spry.
4:3o—Reached Hotel Magnificent.
4;4s_\Vent all over it. Nice house.
Do as a pled a terre for our directors
when over here.
s—Bought it.
B—Dinner. Arranged to turn dining
room into ante-room for callers. Tired.
Counted checks. Bed.
Tuesday 9 a. m.—Read Times at
breakfast. Leader disparaging our
company. Must see to this.
10— Saw proprietors of Times.
11— Bought Times.
12— Heard of diflielty with staff. Ed
itor resigned.
1 p. m.—Bought some editors.
I:os—Lunch.
3 to 6—lnterviewed the company’s
competitors; three minutes each.
6 to 7—Wrote checks.
B:3o—Theater. Play, “The Ironmas
ter." Don't like the sound; suggests
rivalry; must see if rights are to be
had.
Wednesday—Curiously unlucky morn
ing. Admiralty wouldn’t sell fleet.
War office refused to scrap guns. Co
lonial secretary declined to let me
have Jamaica as a tip for our ashes.
At this rate no use staying out. Pick
ed up Thames steamboat fleet for an
old song on way back. Will do to run
on the canals inside out fitting shop.
Thursday. 5 p. m.—Things have been
humming to-day. Steamboat deal evi
dently leaked out. Bought the P. and
0., Cunard. White Star, Orient, Union
Catsle and North German Lloyd.
Bought the Liverpool docks. Bought
the London and Northwestern. Cabled
to my company that they might begin
making.
Friday, 10 a. m.—Cable from com
pany asking me to buy less and sell
more. Much best policy to buy up all
our customers first; sell to ourselves
then, and make sure of orders.
4 p. m.—Bought Holyhead harbor.
Made an offer for St. George's chan
nel.
Saturday, 9 a. m.—Cable from home,
"Rival trust formed. Underselling. 'Re
turn at once."
i 10 a. m.— Returning
HOW A HORNETS’NEST
SAVED MY FAVORITE APPLES.
From the Unique Monthly.
There is upon my farm an “August
pippin-tree,” which bears bountifully
nearly every year. The apples ripen
from the 20th to the last of August, and
are yellow, mellow, juicy, and of excel
lent flavor—as handsome and as tooth
some pippins as one could wish to see.
The tree stands ten or twelve rods
from the house, near a wall on the
lower side of the road. There are sev
eral intervening pear and cherry trees,
so that the pippin tree cannot be seen
very clearly from the house.
All the boys ln the neighborhood
seem to think they have a claim on
that pippin tree. And strangers in
passing, when it is loaded with its yel
low fruit, often stop, climb the wall,
and fill their pockets with the apples.
In fact they have knocked the wall
partly down, and a path has actually
been trodden through briers. A stout
clump of broad-leaved hazel sprouts,
growing near the wall here, makes it
all the easier to take the apples with
out the act being seen from the house.
Last summer there was a big hor
nets’ nest in that stout dump of hazel
sprouts. I did not know the nest was
there for some weeks, for I do not pass
the sprouts when I go to the pippin
tree. But one wet afternoon, as I sat
upstairs writing, I saw a boy going
past the house, a rather doubtful look
ing boy, with very dirty bare feet. He
stopped and cast a sharp look back at
the house.
Then he leaped quickly over the wall,
and catching up an old pole which I
used to knock oft the pippins, he dex
terously brought down a dpzen of the
finest of them, filled his pockets and
than started for the road again.
As he went past the hazel sprouts,
his eyes caught sight of some object of
interest. He stopped and glanced crit
ically, yet very cautiously, in among
the leaves near the roots.
I had opened the window a bit be
hind the curtain.
“Ain’t that a monster?" I heard him
say to himself. And he drew back on
tiptoe.
On getting into the road, he picked
up a stone, and taking aim, threw It
into the bush, and then ran as fast as
his legs would carry him.
I was curious to know what Billy had
discovered.
Going to the bushes, I saw a hornets’
nest as big as a large flower-pot. it
was alqjost wholly concealed by the
broad leaves, although above ground.
Several of the hornets were crawling
on the outside of the nest, repairing
the damage done by Billy’s stone, per
haps. Ordinarily, I should have thought
it best to take a torch of bark or touch
wood, after dark, and burn up the
nest. But no\y it occurred to me that
these hornets were charmingly located
for protecting my much-plundered pip
pin-tree: and the savager they were,
the better for my fruit. So 1 threw
a few heavy stones at the nest to com
plete the work which Billy had begun,
and get them in good fighting trim for
any one who should attempt to climb
the wall.
That evening Henry—the hired boy,
who was an odd youngster, and natu
rally interested in the preservation of
the pippins, since he got the larger
share of them himself—went and
stretched a piece of wire across the
"pippin-patch,” one end of which ha
attached to the bush in which the nest
hung.
His Idea was that whoever took that
route for our pippin-tree wmuld be
likely to trip the wire in the briers;
and w'hoever tripped the wire would
be pretty sure to find the hornets. I
did not know of this at the time, or
possibly I should have discountenanced
the setting of such a, “man-trap.”
Early next morning, before breakfast,
I saw a boy coming down the road with
a big stone jug in one hand and a tin
can in the other. He came toiling
along, with a dry mouth, no doubt, and
longing for a juicy pippin.
It is enough to parch any body's
throat to tug a two-gallon stone jug
of molasses in one hand and a gallon
of kerosene in the other.
I knew Link, as the boy was called,
wmuld go to the pippin-tree, and he did.
He did not set his jug and can down
in the road while he got over the wall.
But he carried them to the wall and
set them behind the clump of hazel
bushes.
He probably did not happen to touch
Henry’s wire, for I could not see that
any of the hornets came out of the nest
at first. He took what pippins were
on the ground, then knocked off some,
and having filled his pockets, jumped
back over the wall. The next moment
1 saw him dancing about in the road,
fighting with both hands.
The sun had just risen, and was shin
ing in through the apple trees, and I
could see that the air was full of hor
nets. They drove him. and he ran
down the road ten or fifteen rods.
. If he had waited quietly a few min
utes, the hornets would have gone back
to their nest.
But Link was in a hurry to get his
jug and can; so he kept venturing up
towards the bushes, and the hornets
kept darting at him. Finally he got his
molasses and oil. He did not look up
when he went by, but even from the
house I could see a great red spot on
the side of his neck, as large as a
turkey's egg.
I am inclined to think he did not en
joy his pocketful of pippins.
That afternoon about 4 o’clock two
young fellows In a buckboard drove
past the house. Their horse was quite
wet with sweat, but just now they were
walking him. When they were opposite
the pippin-tree they stopped the horse,
and I could see that they were looking
at it. Then one of them looked to
wards the house.
“Go ahead, Clint,” I heard him say.
“If he does come out, you can get
back to the cart before he can get down
here.”
Out Jumped Clint, and cleared the
wall at two bounds. He sprung partly
up into the tree, and shook it violently.
Down came a shower of pippins. In
a moment he filled the two side pockets
of his coat and his white straw hat,
then he Jumped back over the wall.
But he somehow had stirred up the
hornets, for before he could toss the
hatful of apples into the vehicle and
get in himself, the whole swarm made
a charge upon him. The horse gave a
furious plunge; but the fellow in the
buckboard hauled him up. Then the
animal ran back, and pushing the buck
board into the ditch, turned complete
ly round, facing up the road. Mean
time the fellow on the ground was
Jumping about bareheaded, fighting his
tormentors with both hands.
I suppose the hornets stung the horse
unmercifully—for which I am very
sorry—for the fellow holding the reins
soon lost all control of him. The ani
mal reared and snorted and ran up the
road, but turned short in our yard, and
made a dash for the stable; the large
rolling doors of which stood open at
the center about three feet. Ths horse
Vent In, but the fore-wheels of the
cart struck on each side, bringing the
frightened animal up with a Jerk. I
ran out of the house. The bareheaded
Clint came up, and we backed the horse
from the barn.
The bottom of the buck-board was
covered with pippins, rolling about, and
to say that those two fellow's looked
cheap would but faintly express it.
“What’s the matter here’’” I said. They
didn’t make much reply, being very
busy trying to straighten out one of
the thills which was hroken. and in
trying to bend back the dasher, Clint
then said that they had run into a hor
nets' nest down there.
baa.” iflia JiMuai he. toa.
you ran against my August pippin tree
at the same time."
"Of course we are caught,” said the
other fellow. "How much is there to
pay?"
"Oh, you will have enough to pay,"
said I, “by the time you get the cart
repaired."
They drove off; and I suppose that
they, too, did not enjoy their pippins as
they might.
There is a foolish fellow in the neigh
borhood, who has been nicknamed
“Printe.” Ho wanders about at will,
and is perfectly harmless. Us
ually he wears a loose blue
drilling frock, which comes down al
most to his bare feet, and sometimes
he has on a hat.
One day I saw Print come trudging
up the road, rolling his eyes this way
and that. The yellow pippins caught
his attention.
“Hoo-00-00-oo!“ cried he, and over
the wall he went.
Of course I did not blame Print for
taking upples, for he knew no better.
Besides, having no pockets, he only
took two, one in each hand. So I was
on the point of calling to him. But be
fore I could do this he had got back
over the wall, and was in the road eat
ing both apples at once—first a mouth
ful out of one, then a mouthful out of
the other—and his silly face expressed
all the delight which his palate felt.
Just then the hornets darted at him.
"Yow! yow!” he yelled, exactly like a
dog when kicked. He whirled round two
o- three times, dropped his pippins,
then suddenly stuck his thumbs in his
ears, and went galloping off down the
road, roaring:
"Guzz-zz, guzz-zz, guzz-zz!” at every
leap.
The same afternoon two tramps—
judging from their looks —had an inter
view with the hornets, and both got
stung. They stopped beside the road,
at a little distance below, and sat there
a long time, holding plaintain leaves
on their hands.
Just before sunset, the same day, a
very loquacious agent for a patent
lawn-mower got into trouble there. But
he had the impudence to call and tell
us all about it, and ask for camphor
to put on the places. He also made it
an excuse for staying all night, and
stopping to breakfast. Hornets are no
match for those fellows. Towards even
ing of the next day, there came along
a peddler with his pack.
He may have been a stran
ger in a strange land. He was seen
standing for some time in the road
and gazing wistfully Into the pippin
tree. Then he set his pack on the wall,
and started for the fruit. He had
scarcely got over before the hornets
came out, for they had grown so sav
age that one could not go near the
clump of sprouts without getting
stung. The peddler did not get many
apples. His chief anxiety now seem
ed to ge to get his pack off the wall.
If he had kept quiet a few minuteß,
the hornets would have gone back to
their nests. But he kept rushing ex
citedly up, till he got every one of
them out and after him.
I’ve no doubt they stung the poor
fellow a dozen times. As fast as he
would dash up, the hornets would dart
in his face; and then away he would
go, brushing himself and leaping about
among the trees.
At this juncture, Henry, who was
out at the stable, espied him, and
ran out into the road with an ex
clamation that probably frightened the
man, for he darted through the orch
ard as hard as he could run—leaving
his pack behind him.
The last of this commercial pil
grim. he was going round the turn, at
the foot of the hill, in a cloud of his
own dust, running as if for his life.
Henry came to the house, bringing
the pack, which was found to contain
three linen tablecloths, seven or eight
towels, and a lot of dinner napkins.
I thought it probable that the ped
dler would come back after it, and
so had Henry leave it out on the wail
overnight. But he did not come. We
advertised the pack in the county pa
per, under the heading of "Found;”
but it never was claimed.
A few nights after, someone burned
up the hornets’ nest, and gathered the
remainder of my fine pippins.
Engineers Born. Not Made.
From the New Orleans Times-Demo
crat.
“Civil engineers are born, not made,”
declared a prominent builder and con
tractor of this city. “I don’t under
value technical training, mind you, but
it's a curious fact that some of the
greatest men ln the profession have
never had a particle of it—l mean in a
regular way, in the schools. They seem
to have unconsciously absorbed what
they needed on the field, and the some
thing or other born ln them did the
rest. Take Schwab, the young iron
king, for instance. To me the most
wonderful feature of his career was
the way he Jumped from stake driver
in a gang of laborers to chief engineer
of the biggest steel works ln the coun
try. He had no opportunity for school
ing In the Interval—the fact Is simply
that he was a natural born engineer,
and, pegging away there on the
grounds, where great works were ln
progress under capable men, his active
brain soaked up this thing and that,
until finally he burst out of his shell,
a full fledged professional. I have seen
the same thing quite a number of
times myself, on a smaller scale," con
tinued the contractor. “Some years
ago, to give you an example that oc
curs to me offhand, a builder in Texas
undertook to erect a sectional iron
bridge over a waterway of moderate
width, near an important town. He
was awarded the Job as lowest bidder,
and it was decidedly out of his line,
but it seemed simple enough, and he
got along all right until it came to
putting in the second span. Then trou
ble began. It seems he had miscalcu
lated the strains and thrusts, the sec
tions wouldn’t fit in their proper places,
and the completed portion commenced
to slowly topple over. At that criti
cal juncture a young country school
teacher—a dreamy sort of chap—volun
teered to take hold and straighten
things out. He had had no experi
ence whatever as an engineer, but the
poor builder was desperate, and, be
ing impressed by his quiet air of con
fidence, told him to go ahead. The
teacher walked around the structure,
did a little figuring and gave his or
ders to the construction gang. He
put ln anew set of ‘false work,’ as
we call the temporary supports, which
was built on an entirely novel plan,
and in a few dayh had the bridge in
place.
“The only wav such a feat can be
explained is by saying that he was a
natural engineer. He knew instinc
tively how the general lines of strain
should lie, just as an expert billiardist
seems to know Instinctively where to
touch a ball to make it take carroms
that couldn’t be figured out mathemat
ically in an hour. That sort of thing
and a certain fertility of resource are
the qualities that make great engin
eers. What do I mean by fertility of
resource? Well, I’ll answer that by
one more little story, and I'm done.
They were driving piles up the rivter
in quicksand on one occasion, and
couldn't make ’em go ln heyond a
limited depth. The timbers kept
bounding back as if they were pound
ing rubber. Finally the superintend
ent, a quiet chap, told a workman to
run a hose down the side of the pile
and turn on the water while they ham
mered. The stream kept the point
clear of the elastic sand, and It went
In ns smooth as grease. Now they
always do it that way in such soli.
That man was another natural engin-
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REGARDING STAGE MEALS.
All Other Theatrical Features Hare
Progressed.
From the Broklyn Eagle.
“You folks who go to the theater
frequently, did you ever consider stage
meals?” asked the old-timer, who is
well versed in matters histrionic; "they
are far from being the least interest
ing feature of a performance, and quite
often they attract more attention than
the star himself. Except ln a few in
stances, provided by such real turkey
plays as 'Shore Acres,’ the stage meal
has trailed a long way back of other
theatrical features. Scenery has been
improved and made more realistic;
costumes have been regulated so that
they fit the period of the play in which
they are worn; acting itself has kept
pace with the onward march of gen
eral progress, but the stage meal has
stuck. For years it has maintained a
monotonous level of imperfection, and,
finally, I have given up hope that it
will ever reform.
“The stage meal Is the same, wheth
er the hour be that of breakfast,
luncheon, dinner or supper. If your
seat is ln the orchestra and the stage
is far above you the meal doesn’t
count for much, because you cannot
see the awful waste that the table
contains; but, should your seat be fur
ther back, or in the balcony, the weird
conglomeration of stage food then be
comes altogether too apparent to the
eye. The stage meal is the same,
whether it is being served in
a tenement such as William H.
Crane lives in before his for
tune is restored, in the last act, or
whether it is spread tn the over-dress
ed parlor scene of the refined vaude
ville sketch. The ingredients seldom
differ; only the dishes are changed,
while flowers cover a large plot of
space.
“Doubtless, you have often observed
the vandeville meal. I mean the kind
of spread which is set out when the
soubrette, in short skirts, trips ln and
trills; T-am-expecting-a-young - man
here-to-dine- with- me- to-day- and-I
have-a-ntce-little-lunch-all- ready- for
him.’ Yes, inded, we have aIT seen that
lunch. It fairly makes our mouths wa
ter. There is a tall dish for celery, with
celery In it. Celery is always good for
comic business, such as fanning the
girl when she faints, or dusting one’s
shoes. Well, as I was saying, there is
celery, and lots of it, ln the tall dish.
There are several rosy apples, an
orange or two,’a squad of rolls, and,
perhaps, a coffee pot. If the play is
very realistic, there may be coffee in
the pot, but if not —nay, nay. Bring in
a stage hand, in a dress suit and tan
shoes, first giving him what looks like
a champagne bottle, with water inside,
and the delightful illusion is complete.
I saw a meal like that the other after
noon on the stage, and after the male
member of the sketch team had taken
about three bites and spluttered out
the coffee because it burned him —very
funny—he rose up and said, with a
smile:
“ 'There, I feel as if I couldn’t eat
another morsel for a week.’ Well, I
suppose many a tim.e he hasn't had
the chance, being a veteran actor.
"The vaudeville meal Is not the only
sparsely settled stage poke-out. I have
seen John Drew, after telling the audi
ence how hungry he was. in one way
or another, for ten minutes, sit do%vn
amid beautiful scenery to an empty
chaffing dish and a bottle of real wine.
I have always envied the actor who
could have real wine and consider it
a mark of prosperity in the show that
provides it. Still, wine, without food.
Is at times injurious, particularly when
you see a couple of characters in a so
ciety drama pour it into them for
breakfast.”
HITTOK OH BITTOMIOI.E.
Which One Wns Made for the Other*
Much Debate.
From the Boston Evening Transcript.
Once upon a time a case was brought
before a learned judge, in which the
question at large was as to whether
the button was made for the button
hole or the buttonhole for the button.
Counsel for the button held that it
was so plain as to render argument
superfluous; that the buttonhole was
made for the use and behoof of the
butlon; still, for form's sake, he would
give a few reasons why his contention
was the correct one. It was apparent,
he said, that without the buttonhole
the button would be unable to perform
its function, and hence it was plain
that the button preceded the button
hole, and that the latter was invented
in order that the button might be of
service to mankind. It should be clear
to everybody that had it not been for
the button, the buttonhole never would
have been thought of. Its existence
necessarily presupposed the existence
of the button.
The lawyer for the other side was
equally as positive in the stand he had
been employed to take. He averred
that the buttonhole reached the button;
that, in fact, the button was merely
an afterthought. He said that, as
everyone knew, the buttonhole can be
employed without the button, as wit
ness Farmer Jones, who invariably
uses a nail or sliver of wood instead
of the conventional button, whereas it
was impossible to make effective use
of the button without the aid and as
sistance of the buttonhole. Hence it
was shown beyond peradventure that
.the buttonhole was of greater import
ance than the button, and it was nat
ural to infer that the buttonhole was
first Invented,and that the button came
later simply as an ornament, or, at
least, as an improvement upon the nail,
sliver or other instrumentality where
with the buttonhole was made to per
form its duty. To show the relative
value of the buttonhole and the but
ton, he said, take this simple example:
When a button comes off, the button
hole can still be made serviceable, but
if the buttonhole is slit open, the but
ton is of no use whatever. With this
the learned counsel rested his case, al
though he claimed that he had not ex
hausted the subject.
When the court came in after re
cess, the learned judge promptly decid
ed the case in favor of the buttonhole
—clearly a just decision, although It
was whispered about the court house
that the decision might have been dif
ferent, but for the fact that while
changing his linen between adjourn
ment and reassembling of the court,
his honor dropped his collar button,
and perhaps might never have found
it had he not stepped upon it. But,
of course, this suggestion came from
the partisans of the button, and may
fairly be referred to their disappoint
ment and chagrin.
—The Objection—“No," said Mr. Hol
tite, "I don’t object to the time a man
takes for a reasonable vacation.” “To
what Is It that you object, then?" “The
long rest he invariably needs after he
gets back.”—Boston Traveler.
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