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SUNDAY MORNING
For Loye, Liberty and Honor.
Ey W. S. SNYDER.
Pour o'clock in the afternoon. Peo
ple who were gbing down Cort
l&ndt street stepped quickly to
one side. Those who were
coming up did likewise. This ac
tion made a free passageway for a
man who was hastening at the top of
his speed to the ferry. When he came
to where another street intersected
Cortlandt he dodged in and out be
tween the wagons with surprising agil
ity and without perceptibly slackening
his pace.
fie was a peculiar-looking man.
Scarcely five feet tall, with shoulders
of the breadth of a large and portly
main, a large head, set upon a thick,
short neck, a derby hat two sixes too
large resting on his prodigious ears,
and exposing a broad. bulging fore
head; small at the waist, with slender
'legß bowed almost to deformity, and
toes that lapped over each other as he
ran, he attracted scrutinizing atten
tion.
Some of the people who made way for
him stopped and gazed after him un
til he was lost to sight by the filling
up of the gap which had been made to
fet him pass. Even the stalwart po
liceman, who carefully guards the foot
steps of the almost constant throng of
pedestrians to and from the ferry,
momentarily relaxed his vigilance, as
the dwarf shot by him. and rushed into
the ferry house. If the people who saw’
the dwarf had suspected his errand he
would have been surrounded as by a
mob.
He passed the ticket punchers be
fore they had time call upon him to
halt By the time they thought of
their duty, the dwarf was tapping a
man on the arm. This man stood
near the gate leading ito the boat,
which was just coming in.
The man whom the dwarf tapped on
the arm was fully six feet tall. He
was dressed in the somewhat worn and
ill-fitting garments of a laborer. Over
his right eye was a green patch. His
heard was two days old, and he had
been clean shaven when a razor last
touched his face. His slouch hat was
pulled well down on his forehead.
The dwarf spoke to the man as he
turned about and bent his head down
ward.
"‘But I cannot come, Jimmy," ho
said.
Again the dwarf spoke to him in a
whisper. Then the two turned away
together. They went directly to the
Sixth avenue elevated station, the
dwarf walking behind. When they
reached Twenty-eighth street it was
dark and rain was falling.
They went briskly toward Fifth ave
nue, where they turned up town,
walked a few minutes, and the dwarf's
companion paused. When Jimmy
came up he said:
“You must go In."
"But I cannot.”
"She is waiting for you.”
The man went up the steps, reaching
the threshold just as the door opened.
He stepped inside. The door closed.
Jimmy waited until he heard a sob just
as the door was closing. Then he hur
ried away. Hls work was only partly
done.
He walked briskly, and In a little
while ascended the steps of a residence
on Madison avenue. The door opened
before he had touched the bell. He
went inside and a young woman closed
the door. The dwarf followed her up
one flight of stairs into a sitting room,
which was evidently her own. When
sfie had dosed the door she said:
"Well, Jimmy?
"He is with his mother."
1 "Thank you, Jimmy. You may go."
When the dwarf had gone the young
woman stood looking apparently at the
figures of the carpet at her feet. But
if she hod ever known what the fig
ures were, they were then as far from
her thoughts as the date of the dis
covery that the world was round. This
young woman was Elizabeth Dalow.
She was not beautiful. Her face was
too strong for beauty. But a novice in
character reading must have seen that
she would be impressive anywhere.
Passing into another room, she
quickly returned in a. mackintosh and
was ready to go out She passed
quietly down the stairway, opened the
door gently, and a moment later was
walking swiftly down the avenue.
Eater she passed up the stops where
the dwarf had left the man with the
green patch over his eye. The door
opened at her touch. She. too. was
evidently expected. An elderly woman
conducted her to n room at the rear
of the hall, smothering her sobs as
they .went Before she touched the
door knob she turned in response to a
hand upon her shoulder. Elizabeth
spoke-yonly a word:
"Courage."
Then they entered the room. Both
stood looking at each other. The eyes
of the elder woman were suffused with
tears, those of Elizabeth were filling,
but her face was no longer stern.
Elizabeth spoke:
"He is here?”
"Yes.”
, "Shall I see him?"
"Yes.”
Mrs. Julia Gaylord was 60 years of
age. Her face was sweet, pure, woman
ly—such a face as a boy who loves his
mother never forgets, as a man in
stinctively trusts, and is better for the
trusting, as her husband had been, and
who had died leaving a smile in return
for a kiss that had opened for him the
gates to the visible sunshine of eternal
day. Mrs. Gaylord left the room, soft
ly dosing the door behind her.
In a few minutes the door opened
and a young man entered. He was
neatly and carefully dressed. Tall,
slender, pale, and with his eyes upon
the floor, lie advanced to the middle
of the room. His face was clean
shaven. Elizabeth sobbed, but her
((mrage did not escape. She arose,
went up to him and said:
"I am glad you are here.”
He raised his head. He could not
speak at first, however hard he tried.
Tears came to his eyes and then ran
down his face. Again Elizabeth said—
and there was that in her voice to give
a much weaker man strengui:
"Courage.”
Young Gaylord's voice came to him.
He said:
"This means State prison.”
Elizabeth shuddered, but William n.d
not. For a moment he was the
stronger of the two. At length she
said:
•“Not yet!"
Young Gaylord loured at her as if he
scarcely comprehenfied. Then she
added:
“There is always hope.”
This roused him and brought him
back to himself. He said:
“Not for me.”
"Let us see. Tell me all.”
“Have you not heard?”
"Something from my father, but per
haps not all. Tell me”
“In four words: 1 robbed the bank.”
“Yes, I know. But that is not all,”
and Elizabeth gently laid her hand on
hls arm. "I have come to see you,” she
added, "to help you, if I can. Will you
not trust me? I am, I know, only a
woman but, I trust, a true woman, and
one who must be convinced that her
ideal of true manhood is unworthy of
her faith before she will give that
ideal up.
“My trust in you tells me that there
is something yet to be uncovered, and
may not one as leal as 1 am claim all
loyalty from you? Tell me all, William,
and then 1 can decide ri— myself that
which I cannot permit even you,
under a cloud beyond which I cannot
see, to decide for me. Come, then,
tell me all.”
The young man looked at her stead
fastly a moment and then said:
"I will tell you all. But, why should
1? It may break your heart for, sure
ly, It will shatter your faith where I
had rather be adjudged a felon than
have it broken. Besides, you may not
believe me. Your father is the presi
dent of the bank."
"But I will believe you—l must be
lieve you. My faith, unto the pleading
of my heart, is pledged. My trust in
you is Immutable until you have made
my mind turn traitor to yourself, and
led it to doubt my own sincerity. Do,
William, tell me all.”
"Why should I break your heart, and
destroy in you a trust which must
make you miserable for life, and make
you despise me forever? It is better
that 1 should bear this burden alone,
for by so doing 1 may retain, or at
least some time regain, some share In
your esteem."
“William, I love you! Now, tell me
all."
Young Gaylord hesitated only uni.l
he had looked into her pleading eyes.
Her hand now clasped his own. He
saw her love in all its sweetness and
purity unfolded as plainly as he had
an hour before seen the anguish upon
his strieken mother's face. He spoke:
"God forgive me if I do wrong! You
remember, Elizabeth, that two years
ago I was made cashier of the bank
by your father. My hands were then as
clean of crime as my mother's name
was above suspicion. I worked faith
fully. My salary was small. I do not
plead tots in extenuation of my error,
but it was wholly out o-f comparison
with my duties. The directors were
close fisted men. At the end of a year
1 asked for a larger salary.
“The directors said they could get
competent and more experienced men
for what I was receiving. My good
mother had only income enough to sus
tain her properly, and my salary bare
ly kept me decently. 1 saw no pros
pect of making a home of my own.
But l plodded along. Eagerness to ad
vance in the world sharpens the wits.
One day I discovered that the directors,
your father included, were speculating
in a mining trust. One discovery led
to another. 1 was not long finding out
that they sometimes used the bank
deposits to add to their personal gains.
"it was easy for me to persuade my
self that if the officers could make
money in this way, I could not fail to
do so. Six mouiiis ago i began to use
my own money. 1 had saved nearly a
thousand dollars. I went into the min
ing trust. At first 1 made a little
money, and I had SISOO. Then I went
deeper. Meanwhile the bank's officers
were speculating. The trust began to
go backward and 1 began to steal.
The officers were doing the same. They
could keep going because their oppor
tunities were better. They had easier
access to the funds.
"The deposits were running low.
Three days ago the officers called me
into their private room. They had
discovered my speculations and told me
so. I confessed, and asked for three
days in which to make my losses good.
They knew that they were, like my
self. guilty, and perhaps mistrusting
how much I knew, they granted my re
quest. Then I thought of you. Your
father must go with the crash. I could
not drag him down and disgrace you.
I determined to run away, and before
1 went one of the directors, more bold
than the rest, came and told my mother
that 1 was a defaulter.
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS
She would not believe him, but 1
was in the house, and when confronted
by them I confessed my guilt, but made
no explanation beyond the mere con
fession. This -afternoon I, having
cleanly shaved my face two days be
fore, procured a second-hand suit of
clothing in exchange for ethers, and
wa3 in the ferry house when Jimmy
found me and urged me t come back.
Why 1 did not resist him I do not
know, only that you had sent him. I
simply could-not go, and I returned.
Tomorrow my mother will beggar
herself to try to save me. If she fails —
and I almost pray Heaven she may—
-1 must go to Jaii."
Here young Gaylord broke down com
pletely. Elizabeth did not. She still
clasped his hand,but Uhe almost choked
at. she said:
"And this is ail?”
"AH.”
"And my father was as guilty as the
rest?"
Gaylord bowed his head. Then
Elizabeth said:
"I believe you. You shall not go to
jail.”
"It was for me you hid my father's
crime. Surely my love can save you,
and in it you can never again go
astray. If you could do - this much for
me, my womanhiid would be false?-
hearted to falter in my duty. Wait
here for me until to morrow. I will
come. I will go to your mother now.'
Mrs. Gaylord's pillow was wet with
tears that night, but they were the
tears of gratitude, and peace came to
her like a ray of hope that never leaves
a sombre shadow, from the Giver ol
every good and perfect" gift.
The remainder of this story is quick
ly told. What Elizabeth said to het
father will never be repeated in words
but it had its full and perfect effect
She returned to young Gaylord the next
evening, and this is what she said tc
him:
"William, my mission has been a suc
cess. I utoeved you and 1 know that
you told me the truth. You are a fret
man. Before I rested last night my
father, confronted with your words
confessed ail. I went with him to tht
bank today and faced the director*
with him. His head was only one oi
ail the rest that burned, suffused with
shame. I demanded your freedom, anti
my father then admitted that the trust
had advanced again and that the bank
was now as solvent as it ever had been
Even your investment had made nc
loss.
"Indeed, there was something said
about the profits gained, and I then
demanded a promise from each sepa
rate individual that not one penny ol
this gain should ever be touched by
a single officer of the bank. The prom
ise was made. and. William, you will
promise, too? i know, my love, you
will," And as he promised her, tears
mingled with his own, while Mrs. Gay
lord lifted up her voice from a heart
overflowing with gratitude to Him whe
has promised to be mindful of the
widow's son.
William Gaylord and Elizabeth
Dalow. his wife, are living in the West
happy and as nearly well contented as
loving man and wife can be. she still
doing him honor, and he as proud ol
her as an honest man can be of a pure
and loving woman.
If any man or woman is disposed tc
doubt the truth of this story of real
life in all essentia! details, leit it be said
that it is true, anel that there are
men—for the incident is not of remote
date —who can verify it almost within
reach of the writer’s hand. This is but
one incident of its kind.
Are there any more?—New York
News.
HOW BEETLE JEWELRY IS MADE.
Ilenutlful Ornmncntt ReTieed from the
Sheila oT McarariiHn luaccta.
There seems to be no connection be
tween statesmanship and fashions, at
least at first sight. Asa reader of
fact, nearly every move in the world’s
diplomacy is accompanied by novelties
and changes in woman's attire. The
entente between France and Russia
revolutionized modes and replaced
the corsage with the Russian blouse.
Our growing intercourse with Nicara
gua has brought into the market sone
of the odd beetle jewelry for which
that country is famous. Not alone
Nicaragua, but all of the Central
American republics are wonderfully
rich in insect life. Both butterflies
and beetles are marked by the most
magnificent colorings known to ento
mology. The aborigines utilized many
of the beetles for decorative purposes
and their Spanish conquerors adopted
the beautiful ornaments. The favorite
beetles the writer has found to,be of
three classes. One is about the same
shape and size as the Egyptian scarab,
though a trifle flatter and very much
stronger. It is coated with a green
enamel of metalic lustre which looks
like a gem from some other planet.
The Indians cure the beetle by dry
ing and smoking, and mount it with
golden legs. This is set upon a disk
of white stone, earnelian. mitk quartz,
or even porcelain, which, in turn, is
rimmed with gold. This is employed
as a brooch, cuff-button, or broast-piu.
Sometimes the beetle is mounted upon
a thin plate of gold or silver, and is
used an as ear-ting.
The second class of beetles are of
the same general outline as the tum
ble-bug, but their wing cases are of
rich, changeable purple, blue and
green, with metallic lustre. The tint
varies with the angle at which light
strikes the surface. They are not as
strong as the scarab, and are employed
for making necklaces and bracelets.
Three or four are fastened together
so as to form a bead, and a number
of these beads are strung upon elastic
cord or gold wire. When around a
snowy wrist or neck they make a
wonderful striking display of color
and light.
TOMB OF ERIC THE NORSE
THE MEANINC OF A STRANGE STONE
AT HAMPTON, N. H.
feme Very Myeterinu* Murk* n tare®
Rock Convince .Jud e lamprey That
Kuropean* Landed There 900 Year* Ago
—A Park to be Opened on the Spot.
Considerable discussion has been
aroused in the New England states
over the meaning of a strange stone
in which are cut mysterious marks
showing every evidence of extreme
age. This stone is. in fact, a large
rock, and it has been attracting visit
ors to Hampton, N. H.
Judge Charles M. Immprey of Hamp
ton, after a prolonged investigation of
the subject, is convinced that this
stone shows that Thorwaid Eric, the
Norseman, landed at Hampton in the
year 1004 and was buried there. Judge
Lamprey, in The Boston Journal, says:
The pre-Columbian discovery of
America by the Northmen is now
undoubtedly true, from what knowl
edge can be gained from Icelandic
sages, although for many years it was
sincerely doubted. Bancroft, in his
bistory of the United States, Volume
1., alludes to it and says: "The story
of the colonization of America by
Northmen rests on narratives, myth
ological in form, and obscure in mean
ing; ancient, yet not contemporary,”
and admits that "the motives of these
intrepid mariners, whose voyages ex
tended beyond Iceland and beyond
Sicily, couid have easily sailed from
Greenland to Labrador; no other clear
historic evidence establishes the nat
ural probability that they accom
plished the passage."
The Norsemen were a Norwegian
race of bold, seafaring men who had
founded a settlement in Iceland, so
that at the beginning of the tenth
century there was a population esti
mated at from 60,000 to 70,000 souls.
Their motto w-as “Westward, ho!" and
they pushed on, reaching the shores
of Greenland, and there made settle
ment, and in the beginning of the
eleventh century Greenland was well
settled and tributary to Norway,
where Eric, the leader, had established
the Christian religion.
Why, "if they couid easily have
sailed from Greenland to labrador."
as Bancroft savs, did they not sail
westward and accomplish the passage
to Labrador? They did. and there is
no doubt in the minds of the students
of ancient history that they sailed to
labrador and further south till they
landed on the New England coast as
far south as Cape Cod, and, perhaps,
as far as Connecticut.
Leif Eric, according to the narra
tive. was in Greenland in the year 1000,
and proclaimed Christianity, in the
second voyage he discovered Vine
land. on the shores of New England,
to which he gave that name because
of the abundance of grapes growing
wild in the woods.
Where is "the point of land well cov
ered with woods," and where is the
grave of Thorwaid, marked with
crosses? Several localities on New
England's shore have' tracings of in
scriptions. One is found on the North
men's Written Rock at or near West
Newbury. Mass., tracings on a stone
tablet and stone pipe in ancient groves
it. Beverly, Mass., and other tilings in
Rhode Island and Connecticut are
evidence of the landing of the Norse
men 300 years ago on New England's
shore which they called Vineland.
Hampton has a stronger claim than
any other locality, and Great Boar's
Head must be the "point of land" and
"well covered with woods” centuries
ago. Boar's Head was then a much
longer point of land, and lias been
wearing away constantly for a long
time. There are rocks extending out
southeasterly more than a quarter of
a mile which are easily seen under the
water by gunners and fishermen, and
which are a continuation of the rocks
leading from the point; so it is un
doubtedly a fact that the bluff, gene
ratlOiYs before the settlement of the
town, in 1638, was more than a half
mile in length from the westerly side
where its rising commences to the
easterly point.
Tradition —handed down through
seven generations of the writer's an
cestors. and to them through many
generations of Indians —says that
Boar's Head and all the upland run
ning westerly a mile or more to East
man's Point, southwesterly to the Oli
ver Nudd farm, was covered with
wood. There is still a deed taking in
a part of the Nudd farm and written
nearly 200 years ago, which calls the
land the Nut Trees.
So there is no doubt that Boar's
Head was covered with woods, making
it the wooded point with its bays, and
"the distance small between the forest
and the sea;" and the strand full of
white sand.
Now there is no other landing place
as described by the Norsemen in
their voyages to Vineland which an
swers this description as well as do*
Hampton shores. But that descrip
tion is not all. for we have the crosses
cut on the stone many generations be
fore the settlement of the town by tire
white man—crosses made not by the
Indians, but by someone who knew
and believed in the Christian religion.
A certain field near the narrow
marsh and beach on the main road up
town contains the rock on which are
cut the three crosses designating the
grave where was buried Thorwaid
Eric in the year A. D. 1004. That field,
with others adjoining, came into the
possession of the writer's ancestors
over K 0 years ago, and that part of
the field which contains the rock has
been under tillage and subject to the
plow for over 150 years.
"Che rock is a large granite stone ly
ing in the earth, its face near the top
of the ground, with two crosses cut
thereon and other marks, cut by the
hand of man with a stone chisel, and
not by any owner, from the original
proprietor, who took possession 250
years ago, down to the present own
ers.
"They came to a head land that
jutted out that was all covered with
wood, and there fwere bays on either
side and the strand that was covered
with white sand, and the distance
small from the forest to the sea.”
How- true is the description! for there
are the head land and the bays on
cither side, the long sandy beaches,
and the land which contained the
woods "not far from the sea.” There
is also the rock with the cut crosses
made by man 900 years ago. That
field now belongs to Wallace D. Lov
ell. the street railway promoter.
Mr. Lovell intends to erect a monu
ment near that of Norse Rock, and tc
lay off the land into a park.
CUAINT AND CURIOUS
If great cold should condense the
earth's atmosphere to liquid air it
would make a sea which would cover
the earth 35 feet deep.
The stick insect of Borneo, the larg
est insect known, is sometimes 13
inches long. It is wingless, but some
species of stick insects have beautiful
colored wings that fold like fans.
One of the most singular cures for
deafness ever recorded is quoted by
the Independent Beige, from the Dutch
pa[>e:’s. An old. man of 70, living at
Krommeme. who had been deaf for 20
years, got involved in a dispute with
some neighbors and became lit rally
transported with rage. In his semi-
Jemented state he suddenly recovered
his hearing, which he lias retained
ewer since.
In a remarkable surgical operation.
Dr. Nicholas Senn of Chicago has suc
ceeded, in making anew knuckle for
the thumb of Mrs. Thomas M. Hunter,
wife of Alderman Hunter. Two years
ago Mrs. Hurtter caught a splinter of
wood under her thumb nail. Inflam
mation set in recently and resulted
in blood poisoning. Dr. Senn removed
the knuckle and formed anew one
of strips of bone.
Few persons are aware that It is
possible to tell time by the eye of a
cat. This is done by a close study of
the feline pupil, which contracts and
expands with great regularity each
day. Thus, at noon, the pupil of a
cat’s eye is contracted into a mere
slit, a mere horizontal line, and at
midnight it is at its largest point of
expansion, being then as big and round
as a grape. With a little study of the
feline optic any one can easily come
within a quarter or a half-hour of the
time by reference to a eat clock.
Human skulls are a stijange article
of commerce. Yet such is the demand
which has arisen among curiosity deal
( rs in Europe for of New
Guinea native ancestors, which have
ornamented the poles of native dwell
ings in New Guinea, that the Austral
ian government has inhibited the
trade. Ihirge prices were offered the
natives for the strange relics, and it
was feared that the temptation was
becoming so strong that as the supply
of genuine ancestors ran low illegal
methods of procuring spurious ones
would be adopted.
The director of the Orphanage at
Temesvar, in Hungary, has arranged
to hold an “infant market" once a
month, at which all the children at the
Orphanage will be on view, and at
which persons desirous of adopting
one or more can inspect them and take
their choice. The first cyt these mar
kets passed off very successfully.
Thirty children were on view—boys
and giris between the ages of one
and 10 years. Nineteen of them were
adopted—five boys and 14 girls. Most
of them were adopted by fairly well
to-do people, and one foster-mother
went straight to a lawyer's office and
made her newly-adopted child heiress
to her fortune of SIOO,OOO.
VentUntion ithont Dirt.
In order to maintain the efficiency
of a central telephone station it is es
sential that the switching apparatus
be kept absolutely free of dust. In
crowded industrial towns considerable
difficulty is sometimes experienced in
accomplishing this, as the smoke
from neighboring factories and the
dust from the street can only be kept
out by closing ail doors and windows,
which is attained by much discomfort
to the operators. W
In Sheffield the problem has been
solved by furnishing artificial venti
lation. The air is drawn into the
room through a coke screen, which
clear it of soot and dirt. This screen
is kept moist, which to a certain ex
tent permits of the control of the
humidity of the air. After passing the
screen the air is passed through radi
ators to enable the temperature to
be regulated as desired. The air then
passes along a long airshaft. running
along one end of the room and then
into the apartments through a series
of apertures so disposed that prac
tically no draft results.
The sceme is capable of application
The scheme is capable of application
to many industrial establishments
where the office force and draftsmen
suffer keenly owing to the clouds of
dirt and smoke that flow into the
rooms from the adjacent shops.
Csirtnr Her a Bad Name.
Mae —I got even with Bessie for
snubbing me.
Ethel —What did you do?
Mae —I told that young man
who calls on her that she used to be
the best debater in her class at
school.—New York Sun
STRUCK THE KEYNOTE.
I sent a bit of idle verse,
Scribbled in a mood of xague regret
To the magazines—and it
Is going yet.
I sent a psychologic tale;
dome problem stories, poems, plays I
loosed
Upon the editors. They all
Came home to roost.
I tried a thought all set in slang.
The slangiest slang—of it I have some
store.
From it s first trip Id answer back,
‘‘Accepted; semi some more.”
HUMOROUS.
Aunt Jemima —What is a miracle.
Adelbert? Adelbert—Paw said it
would be a miracle if you got married.
"What's the name of that little thing
you are playing now?” "Piano, old
man; what did you think it was, a
harp?”
"What's the secret of success?”.
"Save the millions and the billions will
take care of themselves.”--Deti ok
Free Press. $, 0
Wigwag—What makes him so un
happy? Do you suppose he has loved
and lost? Henpeekke—Maybe ue has
loved and won.
Mrs. Muggins—She tells some ter
rible fibs about her neighbors. Mrs.
Buggins—They are nothing compared
with the ones she tells about herself.
"Say, der was a lot of irony in dat
man's words. He sent me on an er
rand an’ de bulldog bit me." “What
did lie say?" "Here's a quarter fer
yer pains.”
Wigg—Why do you take off your hat
every time Taikalot tells a funny
story? Wagg—That is due to the
force of early training. Iwas brought
up to reverence old age.
Mrs. Malaprop—That's young Mr.
Jenkins. He's engaged to be married,
you know-. Mrs. Gabble —Indeed! And
is that the young woman with him
how? Yes, that's his fiasco.
Silas—So Zeke won’t have anything
but first-class literature? Cyrus—No.
Why. he wouldn't even subscribe to a
magazine because he saw "Entered as
second-class matter" on the front
page.
Housekeeper—How is it that all the
men who come around begging are
such big. strong chaps? Hobo—'Cause,
lady, a feller has ter be pretty husky
lookin’ to beg nowadays wl.hout git
tin’ hurt.
“Women are hard to understand.”
"Think so?” "Yes; I told her she
carried her age well, and she was of
fended.” "You don't say!" "Yes;
and then I told her she didn't carry
it well, and she wouldn't speak.”
"Healthy?" ejaculated the real estate
man; "why, this is the healthiest town
on earth.” “Then why are those fresh
graves out there?" queried the pros
pective purchaser. "Oh. the doctors
and undertakers are buried there. They
died of starvation.”
The angry maiden readjusted the hat
she wore (her brother’s), gave a
pull at her tie (her sweetheart's), stuck
her hands defiantly into the pockets of
her coat (cut, like her father's), and
continued: "In the course of time wo
men will not have a distinguishing
garment. There goes a man who has
actualy adopted woman’s shirt waist.”
A NATIONAL TRAIT.
Amiability the Kane of the American
l’u hi I^,
Amiability is our national vice. ' We
are a country contented. Satisfied with
our own superiority, fancied or real.'
we have the sleek good humor which
is not disturbed by jibes or sneers.
Conceit has provoked contentment.
The result is an amiable public. That
aggregation of humanity which the
politician speaks of as "the dear peo-'
pie" reverentially—in ante-clef! ijh
times—is pleasant in speech and aSB
tion. Crowds are seldom cross. The
excursion company is a notable ex
ample. However much the excursion
ists may be delayed or disappointed,
there is little of grumbling. Even
when they return late at night, tired,
worn out from the day of recreation,
they growl good-humoredly and are
merry in their misery. Seldom does
any assemblage of Americans degener
ate into an angry company, and then
only under the lashing of passion at a
crime or of heated advocacy of a par
ty candidate. We got madder because
of politi.cs than from any other reason.
The election of some far-off individ
ual whom we never saw and in whose
success nothing of importance to our
selves is involved stirs the dregs of
d-iscussion into a very ferment of furi
ous strife. Political campaigns bring
always the dog days of infuriated de
bate.
The vice of amiability is showm con
spicuously in the behavior of the
American audience. The audience has
lost the right to hiss. So seldom does
any auditor exercise this right that
when some rude but honest fellow
manifests his disapproval of actor or
of speaker his neighbors, losing for
the nonce their amiability, seek to put
him out. We permit applause, but not
hissing; huzzas, but not crys of dis
approval. Our audiences have con
strued the right of criticism as mean
ing merely the right to compliment.
We are glad to read criticism in the
newspapers the next morning, but we
object to having it expressed audibly
at the time. Yet who can give suffi
cient reason why an audience may not
express its disapproval as well as its
commendation? Surely dislike may
as well be expressed as like. The av
erage audience is too polite, too amia
ble, to do otherwise than applaud. If
it cannot cheer it sits silent. —St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.
Worry over a doctor's bill has
given many a man nervous prostrai
tion.
OCTOBEft 5