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SUNDAY MORNING. slh\ ™ u t 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 iin mu y / 1< REMOBSEFUD AND BROKE. 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. rsp-n (TFSWe e& ii Bf um. re j 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. ■ > m- 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 4P?IKFCHU UNO? 9 - _ I fi# 9 ?. fir ** -\ vtM .o 3 as 3 *£* v? O Q> >*■ 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.