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S\,NLA' M€RNINCi .Not po many years ago, On the tides unit shoreward swept, Merchant vessels, swift or slow, c To the harbor leapt or crept; . From the fertile Indian isles In hot southern seas they came, Over ocean’s endless miles, With red sunset tires aflame. t Fruited cargoes here they brought. Guava, ginger, fig or prune. Rice, and .spice, and rare birds caught < In the sluggish tropic noon. These old wharves re-echoed then All the sounds of seaport trade. Pulleys plied by strong-armed men, Noisy anchors cast and weighed ; Crashing, carrying, cheering loud. Wild discordant bawl and brawl* Black and white, a motley crowd! . Ah, but how we loved it all. | THE BOSS TRICKSTER. IT was a very dusty, disreputable pink nose that pushed open the back gate of No. 11 Templeton flats, and it was followed by a shabby canine body that had once been white, but was at present a dingy drab, the result of Infrequent bathing. The apparition dodged, evidently ex pecting a brick or billet of wood for a welcome, instead of which a soft ju venile voice said encouragingly: "Come in, old fellow; don't he afraid, there isn't anybody here but me,’’ And "old fellow" wiggled along, showing gladness and gratitude in every motion, and made his way to a small boy seated on a box in one corner of the yard, engaged in fixing some sort of a mechanical toy. The dog wagged his abbreviated tail in an at tempt to be fond, and at the same time exhibited a row of dazzling white teeth in an undershot jaw, and he looked very tough, hut little Mark Koberts was not the least hit afraid. He patted the stray dog’s head, called him "old fellow." and then bethought him that it would only be kind to give him something to eat. So the next thing the cook in the Roberts family saw was Master Mark, in white blouse and lace collar, entering her spotless kitchen with a down-at-the-heel bull dog that was from all appearances at outs with the world. "Lau^a-massy, yo' drefful boy. wba' yo' inudder say an’ yo’ fadder when day see dat dog':" She gathered her skirts about her prepared to run. but Mark’s pleading arms were about her fat waist and she dropped in a heap and gathered him into the fold of her sheltering anus, while the dog waited at a respectful distance snuffing the odor of a roast cooking in (he oven. “He’s awful hungry. Cindy, and 1 think he's lost. Maybe if you wash him mamma will let me keep him. I’ve wanted a real live dog all my life, Cindy.” "Bress de elide, he talks es cf he was es ole es Metliuseleni,” Cindy cried, and straightway she began a rum mage for bones and odds and ends left from the table, and these were carried outside aud made a fine feast for the Starved stranger. But what to do with him next? If only Cindy were to be propitiated that were an easy vic tory, but Mark's mother hated dogs. She often said so. and believed it her self. Mr. Roberts was totally unac quainted witii the canine typo, was al ways spotlessly dressed, and while not especially disliking the animals, wanted them to keep a respectful dis tance. He had fears, too, of hydro phobia, and like other ignorant per sons believed that the bite of a dog was fatal whether the animal had rabies or not. Against these objections what could Mark do? What he did was to keep the dog secreted on the premises until he had been groomed into the sem blance of a fine kennel-bred sport with a milk-white coat and a sleek head, showing off pink serrated ears, and an expression of countenance so en tranelngly ferocious lliat milkmen and grocers’ boys delivered their goods to Cindy at the gate. And just at this time Cindy advised Mark to let his father and mother see his treasure, for she feared consequences if they found out that she was harboring the in truder and was as deep in the con spiracy as the hoy himself. So this was what Mr. and Mrs. Rob erts saw when they had dined one evening and expected to spend an hour listening to Mark's account of the d'w's doings. He had been vague and ini satisfactory lately at this post-pran dial hour, sometimes unduly excited, and again unnaturally quiet. Cindy bad given him a blue ribbon—it had been washed and ironed—and leading his acquisition by this tether he marched into the parlot, and neither of them saw the animal until it stood before them regarding them with can ine curiosity. Mrs. Koberts climbed on a chair and screamed. Mr. Roberts said sharply, "Take that brute away,” and then Mark made his plea. “He’s just lovely, papa; plays with me all the time and doesn’t never get cross. Cindy can tell you—Cindff, come here'." “1 deelar ter goodness, Mis Roberts, dat chile am so posest ter liev a dawg I’se scared ter hear him go on. An’ dat ar is amity nice kind; he got mos es much sense es I hes myseff. an’ he doan nevah bark, jest fit ter play wif Chilians.” “How long has been here?” asked Mrs. Roberts as she stepped down to earth again. “Ise cawn't exactly say, but he's done ’customed to de place, an’ I OLD WHARVES. ST ABTBCR WENTWORTH EATON. Proud old wharves, so silent Stow, Haughtier in your grim decay Than in days when many a prow Sought you from the lower bay, Symbols of dead dreams are ye, Symbols of the empty piers Where our minds so buoyantly Anchored in the childish years. Yet the barren tides that creep Up the harbor night and morn, - Pinnge and flash and laugh and leap Round your bases, old and worn. Nothing of real sadness bear, For our ships have found since then Wider wharves, in harbors where They may come and come again; Till Time's petty traffic past. ? All the bawl and brawl and strife, ' We are satisfied at last IV ifli the wealth of endless life. —Youth's Companion. reckon feels at home, ar’ dat chile jes too happy for euuyting waltzin’ roun’ wif him foh company all day.” Mark had his arm around the brute's neck and was rubbing liis own smooth cheek against the blunt head, the dog accepting Ids caresses with such evi dent appreciation that Mr. Roberts, after watching them a moment, said: “1 haven't any use for a dog, but if the boy wants this one to play with 1 have no objection. But keep him away from me.” “He s to stay in the yard, remember that, Cindy,’ said Mrs. Roberts, sharp ly. "1 suppose Murk could be fur nished with a better companion, but he’ll get tired of him, or the dog will run away. I wish his owner would find Idm." If they had read the lost ami found notices in the papers they would have seen a startling advertisement anent this same dog with a reward of three figures offered for ids safe return. But they did not. and Mark and Cindy could not read, and they might have kept It to themselves in any event, as they did the dog. Time passed and the father and mother did not get over their objection to Mark's playmate, which indeed they seldom saw. being much out in so ciety, at which time the child was supposed to be sleeping in Ids little bed. So in truth he was, and often ‘‘old fellow.” the only name lie had, was curled up on the foot of the bed after a romp through every room up stairs with Cindy in attendance. And lie was there one night when the family came home late from the the atre, but with a cunning dissimulation be had jumped down and hidden, and they did not see him when they looked in on the sleeping boy. In the early morning hours Mr. and Mrs. Roberts were awakened from a sound slumber by a fearful crash, and simultaneously with the sound the white bulldog hurled itself through the transom of their door, carrying the frame with it, as it landed in the middle of the room. They had only time for one horrible thought, that the animal had gone mad—when they saw flame and smoke rushing in and knew they were saved from death. The flat was on fire—there was time for the tarnily to be saved, all the rest was lost. And it was found later from light scratches on Mark's face that the dog had tried to awaken him, but failed, and then performed a feat that was almost superhuman and denoted an intelligence of the keenest fibre. When they were settled in anew home "old fellow" was the hero of the hour. A silver collar graced his ath letic neck and ills story was told In print. Mrs. Roberta gave him the privilege of the drawing-room, but Mark and Cindy were reserved for Ids special friends, and sometimes be seemed a little tired of them. He drooped and they sent for a veterinary surgeon, who could find nothing defi nite the matter, but concluded he bad inhaled smoke the night of his life saving feat. But the hurt was deeper than that, as they soon learned. They were walking in the park and sat down to rest, Mark and "old fel low" making a striking picture and at tracting attention as usual. Then oc curred a tableau more striking. The dog saw a man at a little distance, ran toward him, leaped on liis shoulders and almost bore him to the ground by the violence of his caresses. He had found his own. “Why, lie’s the boss trickster of the Albion Club's kennels," said the man. “Hi, Oidfellow, jump for the gentle man!” Aud obedient to orders the deg per formed the trick which had made him a life-saver and proved the man's ownership. And now he had less use for the Roberts family than they had for him. He turned tail on the whole bunch and went off with Nig trainer with acute satisfaction, leaving Mark gazing after him wistfully and say ing: “And just to think I called him ‘old fellow.’ and it was his very own name.”—Chicago Record-Herald. * Only Indian Xewipaptr Suspended. The Cherokee Advocate, the only paper ever printed in an Indian tongue, is about to suspend publication, owing to changes in the government of the five tribes. The Cherokee is the only tribe having a written language. It was invented by Sequoyah, a Chero kee, in 1826. The Royal Colonies were: New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey, Virginia, No#th Carolina, South Caro lina and Georgia. A Miracle of Irrigation. By Hay Stannard Baker. SF ever men worked miracles, they have worked llicm here Jn the Western valleys. If ever something was created from nothing, these men have done it. Thirty-five years ago the Salt Rivr Valley, into which we had driven, was all a parched desert, uninhabited save by a few lean In dians and two or three hardy traders, whom the sand and the cactus crowded down close to the water of the river. It was a thousand tulles front the nearest railroad—an un known, desolate, forbidding land, a part of the Great American Desert, which travelers said would never support human life. To-day the Salt River Valley contains a population of over 25,000. It has three cities, one, Phoenix, the capital of Arizona, having electric, lights, ail electric car line, good hotels, churches, and other buildings, residences sur rounded by trees, lawns, and a wilderness of flowers. More than 125,000 acres of land round about are laid out in farms, highly cultivated, with orchards of oranges, almonds, olives, and tigs, aud grain and hay fields. Thousands of cattle feed iti the rich meadows, and there are bees, chickens, ducks and ostriches unnumbered. Richer soil than this once desert valley does not exist anywhere in the world except in other once desert valleys. Herr 1 one may behold the startling spectacle of orange groves in bearing worth SIOOO an acre on one side of a fence, and hare cactus desert on the other, both having the same soil, the same opportunities, but only one hav ing water. Here, when a man builds his fence of cottonwood posts, such is the soil and such the water that the posts take root and grow into trees, so that the wire of many old fences is seen running through the centre of iarge trees. Here a farmer rarely needs to use fertilizer, for the river comes in hearing rich silt and spreads it over his fields; and he may some times cut two or three or more crops r. year front his alfalfa fields, and ihen pasture them during the winter—winter which is in reality a continual spring.—The Century. Problems of To-Day. By Governor Odell, of New York. OKOBLEMS of the most important character are over before us, which demand integrity of purpose and wisdom of action in their solution. Jf'hc successes of arms have given way to the demands of our commerce; the upbuilding of our Nation exacts tribute from our citizenship. The duty of the State calls for (lie encouragement of labor aud the restraint of greed. Kf The capital of the individual is inadequate to cope ; with these great problems, and a community of interests has been evolved before which all obstacles are removed, and there seems to lie no limitation to our power or to the influence we may exert upon the destinies of the world. Wealth and its accumulation might prove dan gerous to the simplicity of our Government were it not that over and above all there Is a religion that teaches the brotherhood of man. For, after all, the greatest product of our country is man—man self-reliant, courageous and determined, whose faith is in himself and in liis God. The foundation of wealth is labor, no matter what, form it may take. Its existence without labor would be both impossible and useless. All prop erty, therefore, being labor, it should be conceded equal.rights with, but never in excess of that which is given to its creator. These are some of the problems that the changed conditions incident to our present commercial development have projected into the affairs of State. Respect for law cannot all he on one side. Greed should never pre vail or he permitted to conquer the honest intentions of our employes. Dowers that are prejudicial to the health, the morals or the well-being of any of our citizens arc sure to lower the standard of our citizenship. If we should have other aims than tliis we would have fought in vain for repub lican principles of Government, and the sacrifices of our forefathers would have been fruitless. We must depend upon a broad statesmanship upon the part of our lawmakers and upon the patriotism of a free people for the solu tion of the problems tlint confront us. jS? Simplicity and Regularity Cardinal Laws of Health By Mine, Adelina Patti. %O he healthy is the natural state, and disease is, in nine cases out of ten, our punishment for some indiscretion or excess. Every time we are ill it is part of our remaining youth which we squander. Every recovery, whether from hend laelie or pneumonia, is accomplished by a strenuous effort of vitality, and is therefore a waste of our capital of life. Therefore do not lot yourself be ill. \ Jg The best plan to avoid illness is to live regularly, simply, with frugality that stupid persons alone will deem painful or eccentric.. (Sleep eight hours in every twenty-four. Ventilate the rooms you work and sloop in. Very few people, even among those who think they are well up in modern ideas, have any conception of what: ventilation means. Even when my voice was the only thing I had in the world. I slept with my windows wide open, summer and winter, and never caught cold in that way. Examine seriously Into your list of social obligations. Have the good sense to recognize that there is neither pleasure nor profit in most of what you regard as essential in that line, and simplify your social life—simplify it all you can. Complicated living breeds worry, and worry is the main enemy of health and happiness—the one fiendish microbe that does more to destroy the health and happiness of mankind Ilian any other. Make your home a pleasant place, cheerful, but well within your means. Drink nothing but water or mill;—especially drink lots of water. You never can drink too much of it. On the other hand, remember that alcohol is poison which does untold damage within you; that wine, beer, coffee and tea are poisons, too. Shun them as you would diluted vitriol. Cultivate Trust in Your Fellow Men By Margaret Stowe. children were discussing the strong and weak points of k , b elr respective schools. One said that at her school it was *1 F against the rules to do thus and so. The other child replied I that at the school she attended there were no rules, the scholars were put on their honor. So few parents aud teachers realize the necessity of setting nn example to children by trusting them. I have never known a school where rules regulated the priyiliges and re strictions where those same rules were not constantly being broken. On the other hand, it is the exception to find a school in which the children are put on tbelr honor where confidence and harmony do not reign. It is so throughout our lives. A mau who has any self-respect resents suspicion. Instinctively we desire to he trusted to do what is right, and no one is quite himself, quite true to his best impulses, when under suspicion. There i% a large amount of distrust in circulation among the majority of men and women. There are so many who are constantly suspecting the motives of others, with apparently no reason whatsoever. It Is far more disgraceful to distrust your friends than to be deceived by them. Our mistrust only justifies the nflstrust of others. We cannot be too careful in regard to our thoughts of others. Our attitude and bearing tovutrd those around us is soon observed by the younger minds, whose training nes in our hands, and is copied. We stand as examples to them for good or evil. We should strive to show children by our example that life is more beau tiful and more worth living when we act honestly, justly, mercifully and lovingly toward all. We should teach them that right feeling develops right thinking; the right thinking brings out the right word aud deed. The confidence we have in the virtue of others is no slight evidence of our own. Try to cultivate trust in your fellow men and the bare show of faith will tome time create worth. —New York American. • __ THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS. and © © © © /^dventure. Some Narrow Kacapea. THERE are few well-known people In the world whose lives have not contained at least one incident that they ! Will remember to the last day of their lives. J The experience may have lasted a day, an hoflr or hut a moment, yet it I impressed itself indelibly upon their ; minds. Rider Haggard, says the Philadel | phia Dress, is now lending as peaceful ; am) uuromantie a life as the mildest minded man could wish to. Yet ho can tell two stories of thrilling adventures : that are as curdling as some of the [ tales he publishes. The one incident of liis life with which he connects his narrowest os | cape from death happened in South j Africa, over a quarter of a century ! ago. Haggard was master of the Trnns | vnal High Court, and in this capacity I he was sent on a mission to a distant J mountainous district which was tlilcli | ly infested with mutinous and blood j thirsty natives. j Before he started on his journey he ■ was informed that he would he wny ; laid and killed. There were two roads by which he might travel to liis destination, and by good luck lie chanced to choose the | way of safety. On the other road a hand of natives j was lying in wait for him, resolved to lorture and kill liis entire party. The suspense of that night journey, when at any turning he might meet j deatii face to face, can scarcely be pie ■ tilled, but Mr. Haggard recalls every moment of it with a reminiscent sliud- I der. Mary Anderson, now Mine. Navarro, can recall a terrible episode of her early childhood in Kentucky, which, by almost a miracle, just escaped being a tragedy. One night, during her father’s ab | senee from home, two burglars, who I bad already committed several'mur ders, broke into the house and, seizing I tile child, threatened to kill her unless j her mother would deliver up all her | money and valuables, j A moment's hesitation would have precipitated the tragedy; but the mother saved the situation and her i child by promptly handing everything | of value over to (lie burglars. Bennett Burleigh, an intrepid war correspondent, whose work for English | papers (luring the Civil War gave him a great reputation, numbers among his experiences that of oue night which lie says is as fresh in ids mind as if it had | been but yesterday. He was taken a prisoner by the Fed ! oral troops and lay under sentence of death in the prison at Fort Delaware. He resolved on escape. After considering many plans he re I solved on the most desperate. Underpeath the floor of liis cell was a sewer which ran directly into the | Delaware. For days he worked on this plan, halting half the time in deadly fear lest the guards should hear him. But at length the floor was ready for raising and the night of (lie al tempt was at hand. When darkness had fallen lie raised | the floor, dropped beneath it into the sewer and was carried, more dead than alive, into the river. He swam for hours in the cold and darkness of night, and finally landed safely near Salem, N. J. Miss Helen Terry had an equally ex citing but more painful experience when, as a child of seven, she was playing the part of Puck in “A Mitl summer Night's Dream” at Manches ter. At the conclusion of the play she was | raised through the trapdoor seated on a mushroom to make the elosing speech, and on this occasion the door, closing too soon, imprisoned one of her feet. She filled the house with her shrieks, and it was some time before her in jured fool was released. Curiously enough, Miss Nellie Farrcn had a very similar experience. "In my very first engagement,” she relates, “when I was only seven years of age, au ’orrible accident’ happened ; to me. “I was playing the part of one of | the little genii of the ring in ‘Aladdin,’ | was packed in a small box and had to disappear through a trapdoor. “Unfortunately the door did not work properly and 1 was precipitated I into a deep cellar. “Everybody thought I must he killed, and the delight of my horrified mother, who witnessed the accident, may he , imagined when, from the deeps below the stage, she heard my small voice 1 cry, ‘lt’s all right, marnmie; I’s not ; much hurt.’ ” A Hero of tile St. Pierre IHeaeter. The ltoddain, in charge of Captain E. \V. Freeman, tvas anchored about three ship’s lengths from shore at the time when St. Pierre was annihilated and all the other vessels in the harbor were destroyed. The Roddarn was saved, not by accident, but by the coolness and nerve of her commander, w.ho once before saved his vessel un der circumstances when eleven other steamships foundered. At the time when the fatal blast from Mont Pelee swept over St. Pierre and the bay. Captain Freeman was standing on the deck of his vessel. Ac cording to his observations, while there ■were many minor puffs of clouds from the volcano, there was only one great eruption, and this came from the side of tile mountain. There were no de i tonations or loud reports, and lie saw ■ no sheet of flame accompanying tlie | hot blast. The force of this, which ! hurled massive stone buildings to the ground, was so great, however, that lie believes it was the cause of the steam ship Grapplor turning turtle. There was no return blast and no absence of gir. The difficulty ill breathing was due to the quantity of tine ash with which tho atmosphere was charged and the fetid sulphurous gases. The Koddarn was not saved by being lifted on u wave, neither was she saved by knocking out shackle pins and slip ping tlie cables. What the captain did was'to free liis windlass and then run full speed astern until tlie cable parted. But now, to add to the horror of the situation, lie found the steering gear so clogged with ashes as to be useless. Iu this predicament there was nothing to do but to steam ahead, and then astern, and so on, close to burning ships, and hearing (e cries of those on board and those running frantically along the shore, until the gear was cleared. At the end of an hour and a half this was accomplished, and Ibe Roddaui steamed out to sea. with twenty-six dying men on her decks. Captain Freeman is certain that many of the people of St. Pierre did not die suddenly, but with terrible and pro longed suffering. Twenty-six of his own men died, most of them slowly. About nine hours after the eruption the Roddam steamed inio the harbor of St. I.ueia with 120 tons of mud and ashes on her decks. Although the asli probably contained a considerable per centage of magnetite, no disturbance of the compass was noted. Before (he eruption no disturbance of the barom eter was observed. That Captain Free man. while on a burning ship, where he was more than half suffocated with hot ashes, when tlie boots were burned from his feet, his face seared and his hands so scorched and welted that lie worked with his elbows, had the pres ence of mind to do what ho did aud the physical and mental power to carry out his intentions under these trying conditions, is au instance of grit and coolness such as is rarely chronicled. Hi ft i lfy Wildcat. James Cavanaugh. of Albany, and his nephew, Samuel MeGuigan, of Med way, Greene County, had an encounter with a wildcat recently. They kilted the animal, but, not until Mr. Cavan augh's hand had been badly bitten and Mr. Cavanaugh was obliged to return to Albany to have the wound cauter ized. The physician says he will not lose the hand, but it will be useless for some time. One night Mr. Cavanaugh heard the screech of a wildcat in the woods. He told his nephew of what lie had heard, and they went into the woods the next day to secure the animal. They were armed with a shotgun. After beating about in the woods for some time they heard a screech,, which they traced to a large tree, and there discovered the animal. Mi'. Cavanaugh approached* carefully, and, when he was near enough, took steady aim and tired. The wildcat fell to the ground, kick ing spasmodically for an instant, and then lay still. Cavanaugh and his nephew waited a few minutes and then approached the animal. To all appearances it was dead, and Cavanaugh grabbed It by the hind legs preparatory to carrying it away. But that cat had more than one life, for as soon as Cavanaugh reached out it curled up and began to light. It got Cavanaugh’s lingers in its teeth and held them there. McGui gau came to ids relative’s assistance and managed to make the animal re lease its hold. But it did so only to jump on McGuigan's shoulder and bite his cheek. Then Cavanaugh shot it and it fell over dead. The wildcat was taken to CatskiH and is oil exhibition there. It is the largest seen in that' part of the CatskiH Mountains in some years, being three feet in length. Cavanaugh’s lingers had been bitten through to the bone.— New York Sun. In h Fog of Hate. "I have experienced many kinds of showers in my sea life,” said Captain norland, of the British steamer liar danger, "but it remained for me to feel the effect of a rain of bats on the trip down the coast from New York to Baltimore. “East Tuesday night, when about ten miles off the Delaware, we were sud denly being struck iti Ike face and on our heads, and sometimes on our bodies, by myriads’of birds, as we sup posed. YVe were not long finding out that the sudden attack was from beats of bats, if I may apply that term. It was with difficulty that those on deck could protect themselves from injuries from their sharp, fin-like wings, as they flew about in all directions. We ran out of the flock during the night, but next morning we captured a num ber on deck, where they had fallen ex hausted. I took up one which had un der its wing an infant bat, which it had carried far out to sea, and during the time it was beating about our decks, against the rigging, boats and smokestack, this tiny infant bad held on and fallen with its exhausted parent to the deck. 1 shall try to raise the pair, and also several others. “I doubt if there is anybody who can boast of such a queer capture and has the idea of making pets of them. I shall look up natural history and seek some plan to preserve their lives, and see what v-!il be the result.” The battle -'tb the bats, Captain llarland says, iIkA V renewed to a less exteut du.' nesday night in the Chesapeake Bay. He cannot recollect of having seen bats at sea before.—Bal timore Sun. _.... OCTOBER 28