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STEVE CALDWELL'S vacation
at North Harbor had not been
profitable. He had not rested,
had not found his affinity
amongst the lawn-decked beauties of
tl>? place, was tired, remorseful and—
•'broke.” Thursday, having counted
his small change and telephoned home
for enough money to pay his bill, he
determined to leave on the Saturday
night boat. He told himself that the
summer girls tof North Harbor had
"worked him to a finish.” He called
himself "a mark.” and vowed that
thereafter he would “vacate" In some
trackless, primeval forest, where the
wiles of women penetrate not and
where high balls and penny ante are
remote and uncanny memories.
Then he met Miss Glendenniu and
the whole face of nature was changed.
The dowdy little summer resort lx
came a paradise; he yearned to prolong
his visit; the horizon suddenly expand
ed. the skies lifted and he noticed the
pungent perfume of young summer in
the air. But he wus broke—flat broke,
and rhapsodize as he might about her
beauty, her gentleness, her evident re
gard for himself, he could not see any
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way to cash on the delirium. He had
met her twice and was sure he had
“made an Impression.” There could
he no doubt as to what she had done,
for Steve had not known her a day
when he was telegraphing to lilr house
for permission to extend his vacation.
They said “No” very curtly, and he
moped. Jerry Mowatt, who had come
with Steve and who disapproved of his
extravagance, saw his friend’s lower
ing frown and asked, “What’s matter,
Stevie?”
“I’m broke,” said Caldwell.
“Shouldn't he surprised. So’m I.
But you’re going home, aren't you?”
“Yep. Got to.”
“But you're sick of the hole, aren't
you?”
“N-no—that Is, I'd like it if I could
afford it.”
But when Saturday came and he had
the check, just enough to pay his bill,
Caldwell couldn't make up his mind to
go. To brace himself for the test he
paid iiis last s.> to the hotel clerk and
the next minute wished he had kept it.
He couldn't go without another tete-a
tete Yvlth Miss Glendenniu. He took
a walk that led him down toward tL*e
beach past her cottage. Her mothe*
was iu the verandah, but Anne. bis c
loadstar, was at a lawn fete. He moped
tack to his hotel. The next day was
Sunday. Caldwell, worshiping from
afar, saw Miss Glendennin and her
mother go into the village church. He
went in, too. and sat droning in a back
pew during the dull service. When
they came out he tvas on the walk,
beaming, glorified with the refleeted
light of her countenance.
"Oh, we’re so giad to sec yon, Mr.
Caldwell,” she said. "We’re going to
have a midday dinner at the hotel
tired of our cottage fare, you know.
Have you tried tiie Shelburne cuisine?
They say it’s wonderful.”
They were walking now. he holding
her .white lace parasol and she setting
his heart afire with the flash of her
twinkling, black eyes.
“Would you honor me by coming ns
my guests to the Pines?” he said des
perately, remembering that his credit
ought to be good there.
But old Mrs. Glendennin broke in
with: “We'll be delighted to be your
guests, Mr. Caldwell, bat won’t you
humor us by taking us to the Shel
burne? It's all the same to you, I
suppose, and Anne has her heart set
on the music there. Haven’t you,
Anne?*
And so to the Shelburne they went,
Steve trying to forget that lie had less
than a dollar, living only each succes
sive moment In her presence, hectic
with alternate joy and embarrassment,
till they were well along toward the
eoffee. He urged the ladies to order
this, that and the other—anything that
would defer the catastrophe and pro
long his rapture. On tenter hooks of
delight and terror, at last he saw Mow
att strolling across the verandah. He
hailed his friend as a deliverer, and
Jerry was soon chatting with them.
No. he would have nothing; he had
just dined; he was goiug for a sail
with the Hildebrand Is. Steve winked,
grimaced and in a dozen ways tried to
send him wireless telegrams of distress
—financial distress—but Mowatt, curse
him, either could not or would not see
them.
Matters were becoming desperate,
Steve saw the waiter making out tlio
bill. He excused himself a moment
and tried to walk jauntily as he ap
proached the cashier's desk. He ex
plained that he had "left his money
in his other suit.” Was lie a guest of
the Shelburne? No. Then the cashier
was “very sorry to say, but,” etc.
Steve grew red and gray by turns, but
he went back to his table and sat like
a graven image for a whole minute.
Then he twiddled his watch chain
furiously for another minute. Miss
Glcnuennin, who sat next to him, no
ticed the ruby Chinese ring lie wore on
the chain and leaned over to examine
it. Here was a brief but priceless
oasis in tile desert of his troubles. He
felt the pressure of her perfect hand
upon his arm. He caught the vague
fragrance of her ebon hair. But Mow
att came around suddenly, shook hands
with Steve, and said good-by. Cald
well could have throttled him as he
stood an instant grinning into his face.
It was evident that Jerry understood
the awful predicament his friend was
in, and was deliberately deserting him.
But the economical villain gave Steve
uo chance to say a word, much less to
make a quick and dexterous ‘’touch.”
He bowed grandily to the ladles and
was gone like a flash.
As Caldwell turned round he caught
a fleeting look of puzzled curiosity up
on the expressive face of liis idol.
"She’s on to me.” he thought, and
blushed like a schoolboy. Mrs. Glen
dentiin was getting nervous. The
waiter had brought the finger bowls
long ago and was skulking near a pil
lar with anticipation of a liberal fee.
Steve's right hand wandered aimlessly
Into his trouser’s pocket.
“Eighty-five cents, count ’em,” he
thought, grimly biting his mustache.
Then his lingers stole up into his vest
pocket. He felt a hard, round bit of
metal, clutched it, looked at Miss
Glendcnnin and turned purple. He
pulled out a $lO gold piece and tried
fin look his gratitude at her. He suc
ceeded in looking foolish, but she
smiled faintly and sighed with pleased
relief. The old lady noticed nothing.
Sfeve paid the hill and gave the bob
bing waiter a dollar. When they
walked into the cool air Caldwell felt
as a man feels whose reprieve is de
livered at the gallow's trap. He was
sure now that Anne, his Anno, was an
angel. Such tact, such sympathetic
acumen, such considerate regard for
his feelings, his dignity, his vanity!
He told her, in a whisper, that she
was a goddess. In the evening he
found that Jerry was yet out on the
water, so he borrowed a $lO gold piece
from tile hotel clerk and hastened to
bis tryst with Miss Glendennin. It
was midnight when lie returned to ids
room and found Mowatt in pajamas
smoking a pipe.
Jerry, said Caldwell, “I’m going to
ntarry that girl—yes, Miss Glendenniu,
if I can, and I think I can. You didn’t
see that I was broke to-day at dinner,
did you? Of course not. You found
it easy to go blind, deaf and dumb all
at once. But I forgive you. Do you
know what site did? She saw I was in
a fix about settling the bill and she
managed to slip a $lO gold piece into
m.v pocket while she was examining
this watch charm. I’d die for a woman
like that. Jerry.”
But are you sure? Hotv do you
know?”
"I made her admit it to-night. First
she said no, of course, and tried to get
angry when I insisted on paying her
back, but ”
“But what?”
“Finally, when she saw that it would
grate on my pride to resist longer, she
took back her ten.”
Mowatt smoked furiously for five
minutes. Steve, speechless with ex
citement, began to-lose his temper.
X “Well,” he bawled at last, “aren’t
r ,\u going to say a word?”
- .JStf’w” drawled Mowatt, lolling
back fit his chair, “if I were you I
wouldn’t have anything to do with—
Anne—Miss Glendennin.”
“Why?” snapped Caldwell.
“Well, she bunkoed you out of that
ten. that's all.”
“But don’t you see it was her ten, I
was paying it back. She put It—”
“No, she didn’t. 1 slipped that ten
into your vest pocket myself.”—John
H. Raftery, in the Chicago litTvd
Herald.
Safest of All Safe Piaee.
fhe fact that a bed in one of our
great hospitals is the safest of ail safe
places for any one who is ill has been
driven home among the working
classes in London by personal experi
ence. Tbe people who know best, those
who have again and again been in the
hospitals themselves, are found In an
ever-increasing crowd bringing up their
sick to be cured, and clamoring for
admission.—London Hospital.
Thick a. Lravci.
In Liverpool, which is the densest
and unhealtbiest district in England,
the population is 03.523 to the square
mile.
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
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ll© Punch©*! the lleur.
THE overland train we caught
at Florence, says "The World's
Work,” was filled with vaca
tion seekers picked up all the
way front Boston to Denver, most of
them ou their way to California,
though one hunter of big game with
whom we talked had conic up from
New Orleans to go into the Idaho
Mountains from Missoula, ambitious
to kill a grizzly. A whole party were
exult ingly going hack to their last
year's camp.
“Finest spot in the world,” said one—
which was not quite true, because that
spot we found later many miles from
Meeker, whither he was headed. He
went on:
'No mosquitoes; air’s too thin for
'em! Plenty of elbow room! There’s
a million camps in these mountains,
near the railroad; ladies, kids att’ all
that. Nice enough; they have a bully
time. But we like room! Trout! An’
deer! An'—say, ’Billy,’ tell 'em about
the bear.”
“Billy” wouldn’t. He blushed.
Amid the unchecked laughter that rang
through the smoking room, lie could
not save his face. We were mounting
the Continental Divide to the Tennes
see Pass. Outside the Arkansas bailed
over its jagged bed, and all the won
ders of red and orange and purple
cliffs made a foreground for vistas,
dissolving as we rounded curves, of
mountain behind mountain sloping
gently skyward or soaring in sheer
perpendicular lines to the clouds. East
to the Atlantic the Arkansas hurried;
beyond the watershed ten thousand
feet high, toward which we climbed,
we should burst from the long tunnel
to run beside the Eagle and the Grand,
whose waters reach the Pacific.
“‘Billy’ found an Indian’s trail—
didn’t you ‘Billy’?” good natuvodly
jeered the one they called “Perk.”
“You see, lie thought it was an In
dian's, a barefooted Indian’s,” said he
expansively to the room in general,
“hut it was a bear’s”—lie said It
“heart's,” being a native of Wiscon
sin. “ ‘Billy’ was death on bears, lie
used to tell tts how liis uncle killed n
grizzly out Oregon way with a lead
pencil—eh, ‘Billy’? So ‘Billy’ took a
Winchester an’ went bear hunting.
.’Fore lie got us to help lie chased Ids
Invisible, but trembling, quarry—let
nte see—six weeks, I think, it was.”
“Three days,” said “Billy.”
”A1 last,” went on the story, “we
went out together and beat up a neck
of woods where ‘Billy’ said the bear
had its nest; he said it was a grizzly
with fourteen rattles. ‘Billy’ himself
sat waiting at the upper end. And we
did start the beast. We caught a
glimpse of him now and then—like a
black pig scattering through the brush.
"He shot out of the bushes into
‘Billy’s’ open like n waddling sky
rocket. and, not seeing ‘Billy,’ he sat
up to look hack. But ’Billy’! Ills eyes
bulged out like marbles. I tell you,
gentlemen. Ills hair rose so fast his hat
went tip like a clay pigeon from a trap.
He dropped ids gun, and in two strides
he waded into that hear dead bent for
Kaiser. Excited? Ho kicked, he
punched; he kicked again, flis unde,
with the lead pencil and the grizzly,
was nothing to ‘Billy,’ bare handed,
mauling that seared, black, half-grown
cub. It wasn t ten seconds before the
bear found the mill too hot—he was
no prize tighter—and while ‘Billy’
chased him into the woods, ‘rocking’
him with everything he could reach,
we rolled on the ground and laughed.
When we came up to ‘Billy’ he was
sitting oil the grass with liis legs stuck
out in front looking at the rifle—he
bad picked it up. And crying!”
“Most of that’s a lie,” said “Billy,”
biu I guess I did forget the gun.”
and, brightening a little. "I landed him
a couple of good ones, though.” And
we all joined the mighty laugh that
went up.
Two Hero©*.
A story of a dog’s loyalty and a boy's
love that makes life seem richer, liner
and infinitely more worth while was
recently told <n the New York Commer
cial Advertiser.
A small boy, very ragged and far
from clean, was meandering along
110th street, near Eighth avenue, the
other evoaing, whistling through liis
fingers from time to time to a dingy
little eur that nosed about the door
ways for some dainty droppings from
the morning’s garbage can. The boy
carried a huge parcel of old clothing,
and did not look as if the picking of a
bone or two on his own account would
go amiss.
Every now and then the dog would
trot back to his small master long
enough to sniff his bare legs reassur
ingly in acknowledgment of the peri
odical whistling.
Presently a great mastiff, wild with
the thought of ap hour's freedom
bounded down file steps of an apart
ment house and came into violent col
lision with small boy and bundle,
knocking one flat and rolling the other
into tiie gutter.
Quick as a flash fho hungry little cur
was at the great dog's throat. He was
hardly half the size of the mast) s
liead. but for ten seconds he did 1c •
not unworthy liis big enemy, p
all the love and loyalty of his lie
litle heart Into this attack upon
giant that had assailed liis master.
Instantly, however, the hoy was on hty
feet, calling him off, and the mastiff
walked soberly on. Evidently he had
understood the matter perfectly, ap
preciated die cause of the little con
tretemps, and let it. pass after the man
lier of liis magnanimous kind.
“Good doggie!” said the boy. re
leasing one grimy hand front the bun
dle long enough to pat the head of the
breathless little dog, who greeted this
acknowledgment of his services with
ecstatic waggings of his sandy stump.
But there was a sequel. It chanced
that this particular eur had some tifne
since been bereft of one eye; and now,
as he crossed the avenue, the oncoming
car wits at its blind side, and the “L”
overhead wiped out all surface sounds.
Boy and bundle were half the width
of the street behind him whan a swerve
of the motor-man’s hand gave the ear
a headlong plunge. The fender was
hardly half a foot from the uncon
scious dbg when his master, quick us
a flash, dropping his load, with one
spring‘ seized the dog round liis Tank
body and bounded on the fender, cling
ing like a crab to the sagging steel
hands. Then, as the ear slowed lift
with a screech and a growl front the
brakes, master and dog descended and
raced back for the bundle again.
Neither seemed to tegaid the inci
dent as anything unusual: it was all
in the day’s work of outwitting a fate
that kept both at their wits’ end to
stand off starvation and other shapes
of death.
Treed liy a Rick,
Olen Bowles, of Costello, Pa., will
never stop again to be Good Samaritan
to a (leer in trouble.
Hr works for the ldg tannery com
pany there, lie was in the woods one
day last week looking over a bark
contract.
Passing along an old woods road hr
saw a fawn lying in a eluntp of bushes.
As die fawn did not move he walked
tip to it ami found that it was bleed
ing from mi injury in its shoulder.
With the intention of taking tlie
wounded fawn home with him and doc
toring it, Bowles was stooping to lift
it up in ids arms when the frightened
little animal began bleating piteously.
It had scarcely tittered its first cry
when Bowles heard a commotion in
tin* brush, and looking up saw two
deer, a big buck and a doe, bounding
toward hint.
The buck had on a fierce front, the
bristle oil liis neck standing erect and
liis eyes blazing with fury. Ilowles
hastily climbed a tree. He got out of
range of the buck just in time to es
cape a savage lunge from his horns.
They took the fawn away into (lie
wood. The buck, however, stayed
right at the foot of the tree and
pranced and snorted around it at every
move Bowles made, keeping him there
tint il long after dark.
When ho thought the buck had gone
away Bowles slipped down out of the
tree and started to put behind hint
the three miles that lay between that
spot and home as quickly as his legs
would le thlui. He hadn’t gone fifty
yards, though, before tile buck was
after him. Dodging from tree to tree
Bowles made bis way along until a
man answered bis cries for help. Then
the buck abandoned the chase.
'The settler who went to Bowles’
rescue said the buck was a terror of
that neighborhood and known to the
Mutters as Old Golden.—Sun.
Strugcle With lUnskatlunge.
Charley Dunlap one day had a striki
from a twenty-pound mnskallonge. ll<
had a hand line. Early in the straggh
tiie li.sh adopted as its tactics a per
sistent dashing in a circle that took il
around the boat, its purpose evidently
being to get a hitch of the fine on the
boat so that it might tear itself loose.
The peculiar tactics of tills muskal
hinge kept Dunlap twisting and turn
ing round and round in liis boat to pre
vent tiie tisli from fouling tin* line.
The lake was rough under a still wind,
and the frail canoe threatened to cap
size before Dunlap could conquer the
inuskallouge.
At each circuit the muskullongc
made, Dunlap succeeded in getting the
tisli nearer, and then he suddenly dis
covered that lie was unable to make
another turn himself Glancing down
at. liis feet lie discovered that in hit
rapid twistings and turnings lie had
wound the line round and round iiis
ankles and he was pinioned by it: there.
This was an added danger, for if by
some unlucky move the boat should
capsize liis fate tvas certain.
If tiie mnskallonge had made one
more turn around die boat it would
probably have accomplished its design
and got away. Fortunately for Dun
lap, the fish at that critical moment
changed its tactics, and started straight
out toward the middle of the lake.
Dunlap let it. go. and, sitting down iu
tiie boat, quickly released the hamper
ing line from iiis legs, and engaged
the muskallonge again.
Tiie rest of the tight was brief, for
the odds against the fish were toe
great, and, exhausted, hut still offering
its dead tveight in opposition to the
angler, it was hauled up to tlie gaff
and lauded.—New York Sun.
8 word filth Pierced the Boat.
The fishing schooner Forest Maid
Captain Sinnett, arrived at Boston tin
other day from George’s with fort? -oik
big swordfish. . A. Scott, one of tin
crew, had a thrilling experience will
a tisli which tveighed 300 pounds. I
tvas speared front the bowsprit anc
Seoll was sent off in a dory to bring
it alongside tbe vessel. Although mot
tally wounded, the fish showed fight
awl as Scott approached plunged it*
sword through the bottom of tbe boat
The dory had to oe hoisted to the deck
in order to release the fish, which in
the meantime had died.
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In Bat (.And,
A good little bat. when the day is nigli,
Flies home to his snug little bed;
A soon as the sun is up in the sky
No bat should be seen overhead.
They sleep ail day, tucked out of tiie way,
And tv bat seems the strangest of all,
Their heads hang down where their tails
ought to be.
And they cling by their toes to the wall.
When the sun has set and the birds arc at
rest.
And tiie moon and the stars are on high,
Then each little list pops out of his nest
And goes for a sail through the sky.
How topsy-turvy their life must be!
They breakfast at 8 p. m.;
And just at dawn they are ready for tea—
But it doesnf seem queer to tiiem.
—Washington Star.
Talking Stones.
Contrary to the general belief, city
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boys are often at a loss to know how
to amuse themselves in the country.
They do not understand how to make
the most of the opportunities at liaml.
Here are some hints of use to such
lads:
There is a particular class of amuse
ments to which hoys are much given,
which are but little understood by the
older people. These are the amuse
ments which have to do with imagin
ing oneself something quite different
from what one really Is.
it is usually a very reckless, blood
thirsty individual whom boys choose
to represent. Perhaps they form them
selves into a taind of outlaws, possibly
the famous crew under the lead of
Robin Hood; it may chance that they
will turn pirates, and the lending spir
its will he buown as Kidd or Morgan;
or else the boys suddenly become In
dians, with a chief named Sitting Bull
or Uain-in-the-Face.
In whatever game of tills sort the
boys may adopt a great deal must lie
imagined. It was largely to escape
ridicule, which every boy dreads, but
partly, also, because they liked the idea
of writing in such a fashion that it
could not be read except by their own
fellows, that a crowd of boys in the
tipper part of New York State were
led to evolve a form of cipher by
means of which they could leave mes
sages Intelligible only to a few chosen
spirits.
Unless one was iu the secret, these
messages looked like nothing except
a fexv sticks and stones scattered by
the roadside; hut to those who had
worked out the stick and stone alplta-
WASHINGTON PUZZLE PICTURE
Washington i„ signing 1 lie capitulation of Fort Necessity. Find the In
dian Half-King and Queen Aliquippa.
bet, the letters were perfectly intel
ligible.
In playing at being Robin Hood and
bis baud, which was the chief amuse
ment of these hoys, this means of
writing was of great assistance iu
gathering tiie band, and of making
known to late comers the commands
of their leader.
At certain rendezvous details of the
plan for the day would he left, and
in this way different members of the
band could at any time learn where
their fellows tvere to be found and in
what they were engaged, making ar
rows, searching for seasoned hickory
out of which to fashion new hows, or.
possibly, holding a tournament to
prove the efficiency of the band in the
use of their weapons.
The method of leaving messages by
means of sticks and stones is quite
simple. One afternoon of practice
should perfect any hoy in its use.
The alphabet is given in tbe diagram
accompanying this article. The
line can be drawn in dirt or scratched
on a boulder. Each of the crosses
about this line represents a stone.
One stone placed across the line, as
shown in the diagram (see tbe first
cross at the left of the line), represents
SEPTEMBER 14.
the letter A. A atone placed so t%at
its lower edge just touches the line
represents the letter B.
A stone placed so that Its upper edge
just touches the line represents the
letter O. A stone placed just above
the line, not touching it, represents the
letter D. A stone placed just below
the line, not touching it, represents the
letter E.
Two stone placed vertically across
the line represents the letter F. Two
stones placed horizontally across the
line represent the letter P.
Two stones placed obliquely across
the line, slanting from left to right,
represent the letter K. Two stones
placed obliquely across the line, slant
ing upward front right to left, repre
sent the letter IT. Three stones placed
with their lower edges touching the
line represent the letter Z. Two stones
with a slight space between them,
placed so that their lower edges just
touch the line, represent the character
&. This is usually contracted iu stone
written messages to one stone. A, an
swering in place of “and.” The context
will always make this abbreviation in.
telligible.
k
The remaining letters of the alpha
bet explain themselves. Considerable
space must be left between words,
or an improvement on this is to lay
a small twig between your words.
AVlien a boy lias familiarized himself
with the alphabet, the sticks and stones
in tiie diagram will be found to read:
“Making arrows at the big spring.”
When tiie messages indicated to a
member of the outlaw band that his
follows were engaged in some sort of
work which would keep them moving
about, as, for instance, searching for
new camping grounds, new springs, or
the proper kinds of wood front which
to make hows and arrows, he would
find liis companions through liis knowl
edge of the woods where they were
most likely to find wlmt they wanted,
and by tracking them.—New York Sou.
IVl] i( 1 it Drop of YVliter Can Do.
Bend a match in tiie centre so that
it forms an acute angle, and place it
over the neck of a large bottle; on top
of the match place a piece of money.
u cent, for Instance, as shown in figure.
Tlie trick is to put the money into the
bottle without touching the match or
bottle.
I)lp your linger in water, holding it
over the place where the match is bent,
and allow one or two drops to fall on
that point. The two sides of the angle
will open slowly, allowing the money
to drop into the bottle.—New York
Press.
A Cat Mud Moune Game.
The players stand baud and hand in
a circle, the mouse being inside and the
cat outside. They dance around, rais
ing their arms and lowering them al
ternately, which gives the eat a chance
to jump in at one side, while the mouse
jumps out at the other. The cat is now
,a prisoner and goeg round “miaul
ing,” hut as the dance continues she
soon gets out and chases the mouse,
who darts in to save herself. If she
gets in by herself, the eat a for
feit, but if puss gets in also it is the
mouse who has to suffer for it.
Oifposiug; of Sewage*.
Plants for the destruction of sewage
by cremation are now operated in nine
ty-seven cities of the United States.