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SUNDAY MORNING.
TWIt.IGH’T.
By HENRY W. tONOFJILLOW.
The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows loud and free,
And like the wings of the seabird*
Flash the whiteeaps of the sea.
But in the fisherman’s cottage
There shines a ruddier light.
And a little face at the window
Peers out into the night.
Close, close it is pressed to the window.
As if those childish eyes
Were looking into the darkness
To see some form arise.
The Exploit of
MARTIN BLUESCHIELD.
By Franklin Welles Calkins.
Obbt— nsnVE evening l stepped Into
lH ISg) Alex Kelley's store, which
wag also the agency post
office. to await the slow
IbH (Si coming of the mall, and
found that the r oprletor
had gone out to supper and left the
door unlocked. He had no clerk, and
inside were a number of "blanket In
dians" seated upon boxes and barrels,
very much at home. 1 knew that Gov
ernment employes at all the Sioux
agencies were notoriously negligent lr*
the matter of locks and keys, yet I
was surprised at Kelley’s supreme con
fidence in these Indians.
When we were alone that evening I
spoke to him about the matter.
"Oh," he replied, in his easy way,
“if there are Indians |u the store when
I’m ready for meals, I don’t send them
out. Show a Sioux that you have per
fect confidence in him, and you can
trust him with anything you’ve got.
The best clerk I had, In the days when
m.v trade needed help, was an Indian
—Martin Blueslileld. Martin saved me
from loss by thievery several times;
the thieves were whites.
“PH tell you of Martin's fracas with
’Big’ Kosk.v. Kosky had ft timber claim
over here on Laroot Creek. He was
some kind of a foreigner and had
worked in the pineries; he was the big
gest and the meanest man that ever
came into these parts. He was a tre
mendous fellow In size, with n neck
and chest like a hull’s, and lie had a
black heard ns coarse ns straw, that
stood straight out like n hog's bristles.
“At that time the Indians here, who
have alwnys heen peaceable, were feel
ing very timid. It was Ihe year nfier
the Custer fight, and (he people of the
settlements hereabouts were not well
disposed toward the Indians.
"I don’t know how It Is," said Kelley.
e-e..Mvely, “but most white people
■em to know the difference lie
n and a bpd opj.
♦ IsiT* nn<l some others
<*•. advantage of the situation here,
and robbed the Indians whenever they
had half a chance. Kosky, at Laroot
Creek, was close to the reservation
line, and he had a keen eye for stray
ponies. I suppose he stole and sold a
dozen or fifteen of them In a year.
After every loss the Indians would
herd their ponies closer for a time;
then they’d pet a little careless and
more stock would disappear. It did
not the slightest good to complain; both
1 and the missionary here went to the
sheriffs in the adjoining counties, and
tried to get them to put a stop to the
robbery.
“The Indians toon came to fear Mg
Kosky much ns some people fear evil
spirits. They thought In* had a ivaknn”
—big medicine or spirit—“which pro
tected him. They said he could look
right through a person and see what
was behind him. He usually carried a
two-bitted ax with a long handle,
which llie Indians looked upon ns his
war-weapon; and they supposed he
could throw this through a man at a
very long distance.
“He used to come to my store now
and then to trade, and the Indians al
ways kept away from him, for he
bated them and would glare at them
like a mad beast. Hut my clerk, who
had been educated In white schools,
had lost his fear of wakau meu, and
It was amusing to me to wntcli the play
between them.
“ ‘Good day, Mr. Kosky!’ Martin
would say, very politely. ‘Will you
have some rope to-day, or will you have
one of these tine knives?’ and he would
bold up a butcher-knife or a coil of
rope for Inspection.
“Hig Ko' ky's eyes would blaze, and
then he'd mutter something in his own
language and turn to me for what he
wanted. Probably, though, there would
have I teen no fraeas between Martin
and Ivosky if 1 hadn't been called to
Port Bert hold on business. lvosk.v
came over the next day with a cart and
yoke of oxen after some flour. When
lie entered the store he glared at Mar
tin as usual, and finding I was to be
gone for a week or two. he turned on
ills keel and walked out,
"A little while afterward an Indian
fame in and told Martin that the big
medicine wasechun”—white man—"had
taken one of my ponies, which was
picketed in a ravine beside the road.
The old scamp supposed it was au In
dian's pouy.
"Martin said nothing, tint locked the
store, saddled his pony, and went after
Big Kosky. About two miles from the
store lie overtook the fellow, with my
horse tied behind his cart. Then there
was a lively time. Kosky got off his
cart with ills axe and charged Martin,
yelling like a wild man. Tile hoy
dodged on his spry pouy and watched
for an opening.
"He circled swiftly around the cart
and oxen until Big Kosky was pretty
well blown trying to get at him. Then,
when Kosky was at the opposite side
of tlie cart. Martin made a sudden
dash at the oxen tfhd belabored them
with a stockwhip. It needed only a
cut 01 two to set them off at a jump,
and Kosky. puffed and tired, was left
to shout after tiie runaways.
"Martin ran (he oxen to a safe dis
tance. then cut the led pony's rope,
aiul drove the animal nom-ward. with
' Big Kosky shouting after him all kinds
of threats. - ' •
And a woman’s waving shadow
Is passing to and fro,
Now rising to the ceiling,
Now bowing and bending low.
What talc do the roaring ocpan
And the night wind, bleak and wild,
As they beat at the crazy casement,
Tell to that little child?
why do the roaring ocean
And toe night windl *vild and bleak,
As they beat at the mother,
Drive the color from her cheek?
“The old rascal didn’t make vain
threats, either. Two days later he came
oa the reservation with a couple of
cowboys who hadn't any too good repu
tations, and drove off a hunch of fifty
odd ponies which an Indian hoy was
herding on Short I’lne Creek.
"They wouldn’t have dared attempt
so hold a theft if either I or the mis
sionary, Mr. Williams, had been on the
reservation. Hut as it was, they only
had to drive these ponies to the near
est railroad town and sell them at $lO
or sls each, and Ihe complaints of the
Indians would avail nothing. Sueli
robberies of the Sioux were frequent In
(hose days, and kept even the friend
liest of them in a state of hostile feel
ing.
“H don’t suppose that Martin even
would have dared to follow the ras
cals If they hadn’t run off four of my
ponies in (he bunch they stampeded.
But I hnd left him In charge of my
property, and when n runner came in
wllh news of the loss lie again locked
the store, ami leaving some Indians oil
guard, mounted ills pony and followed
Ihe rustlers. He was careful, after
striking their trail, not to come In sight
of them until after dark.
"About two hours after sunset he
came up with them In the coulee of
Chapeau Creek. They had just made
camp, having run the stock more than
forty miles over an unsettled district.
Martin saw them without being seen.
Ho picketed his pony beyond ear-shot,
and then crept close to their camp,
hiding In some bushes where lie could
keep an eye on every movement.
“The three men were sitting about a
small tire, eating their supper. Tlieir
ponies were picketed close by, and
their guns, two Winchesters belonging
to the cow-men and an old shotgun
which Kosky carried, lay against tlieir
saddles within their reach.
“The moon was shining brightly Into
the coulee lust helnw the rustlers
WITH EVERY CASH PURCHABE
1
cr - -mkets,* laid
their V\ inchesters • uemtie them, and
stretched themselves at their fire.
"They had been talking together and
laughing, and were evidently pretty
well eontented with tbelr catch; they
seemed to feel pretty sure about get
ting off with the herd. Martin watched
the fellows like a lynx, and when they
were sound asleep and Kosky was out
of sight looking after the herd, he
crawled Into their camp and got both
their guns. Then he crawled away
again.
“The guns he carried up the creek
ami strapped to Ills pony's saddle. Then
he came hack Just as slyly to look after
Hig Kosky and tin* ponies. So far
everything had gone to his liking, and
now to get rid of that rascally herder.
"Kosky kept the horses 111 a close
hunch, riding about them with his gun
across his saddle, and Martin’s pros
pect for running off any of them looked
pretty poor. Whatever he did must be
done before the fellows in camp were
awakened, for the discovery of the loss
of their guns would alarm them at
once.
"The ponies, however, themselves
settled Martin’s plan of action. They’d
been watered at Lame Man’s Creek,
some miles back, and toward midnight
thay began to want drink, and to drop
Into the bed or the Chapeau to look for
It. The creek was dry, with only a
popl here and there In dips of the chan
nel; and Kosky, to quiet their uneast
ness, worked the bunch along up to one
of the sunken ponds some two hundred
yards above his rustlers’ camp,
Martin followed closely, keeping
out of sight in the dry channel. Very
eoon he heard the ponies slipping down
a steep bank Into the pond; and peer
ing out of the cover of tall grass, he
saw Kosky ride his own horse down to
drink. Martin could just see the
horse's rump as the animal stood, halt
on end, and the man's head and shoul
ders. as he sat braced in bis saddle.
I here was the boy's opportunity,
ami lie took it as quick as lightning,
lie crawled slyly out of the grass and
got directly behind the rustler. Then,
using the stock of Ills carbine as a bat
tering ram, he made a running jump,
striking the man squarely between the
shoulders.
“Koskv was buried as if kicked by a
mule. He struck the water with a
splash and sank like a sack or sand.
Martin landed behind his saddle, and
the rustler's horse slid into the water,
where he floundered over Ids breath
less master.
"The ponies were startled Into snort
ing a little, hut they were too thirsty
to run, and Martin kept his seat and
rode out upon the hank. He tied his
captured horse to some willows, ami
then waded in and dragged Kosky out
into the dry bed of the creek. There
bo turned the man upon his face and
slapped Ids hack until he began to
show signs of life; then he tied him
hands and feet, and left him there to
come to and reflect upon the uncertain
ties of rustling.
"The ponies were now grazing quiet
ly. ami Martin moved them up-stream
to where liis horse was tied, and then
drove them rapidly home.
“That experience settled the accounts
of Big Kosky in these parts, l reckon
tiie whole business was rather mys
terious to Idm. lie never came on the
reservation again, to our knowledge
and soon after abandoned his claim!
Martin', hsKdllttg 8? him gave the In.
dlaua heir some heart to protect theil
property, and there was less stealing
of their stock. They gave Martin •
long name—they called him Strikes-the-
Blg-Medlcine-Whlte-Man.” Youth's
Companion.
An Authentic Centenarian.
I.ast Saturday there died at St
Peter's I’ort, Guernsey, the “oldest
English woman,” Mrs. Margaret Anne
Neve, at the extraordinary age of 111
years. Mrs. Neve was born on May
IS, 1792, and was a good deal more
than a “centenarian.” Asa rule.
English men and women who have at
tained to the rare age of a hundred
years have possessed few other claims
to distinction. They have belonged to
classes that have seen little and done
little; often, Indeed, the exact date of
their birth lias been uncertain. They
may have died aged 101, or 103 or any
thing over (or perhaps less than) 100
years. In the “simple annals of the
poor” the baptismal certificate is not
alwuys treasured. But the case of
Mrs. Neve is different.
There is no doubt whatever that she
was born in 1792. and during the 110
years that has elapsed since her birth
she has seen and done more than most
English women. When she was ten
years old she was sent by sailing boat
to a school nt Bristol, kept by ladies
whose brothers were friends of
Southey, He Quincey and Coleridge.
Her schoolmistresses numbered among
their acquaintances Hannah More, Sir
Humphrey Davy, Charles Lamb and
Ilazlitt. She herself, when newly mar.
ried, visited the field of Waterloo,
where she picked up a belt buckle of
one of the dead of the Imperial Guard.
During her married life of twenty-five
years and in her widowhood she had
traveled through the length and
breadth Of Europe; and actually nt the
age of ninety—twenty years ago—she
set; out for Cracow to sec the memorial
erected to Kosciuszko. She walked to
and from church regularly for years
after her hundredth birthday, and read
the Bible In large print, almost up to the
day of her death, and it was only in
November last that her faculties began
to fall her. For forty years, therefore,
after she had passed the threescore
years and ten which are the allotted
span of man's life, she was able to do
what many men and women to-day are
unable to do at half her nge.—London
Spectator.
Tlio Oyster** Baby lay.
The oyster Is most interesting during
babyhood, says Charles Frederick Stons-
Iniry, in Outing. Its manner of mak
lug a set suggests the sublime confi
dence of childhood. It prefers to ad
here to odd objects, aud its childish
tnsto in this direction often encom
passes Its destruction. If an old boot,
u water-logged box, a brick, a lump of
coal, or piece of discarded and frac-
lured crockery lies upon the bed of the
uepun where a, set Is In progress, the
yotlng oysters \ or eggs will cluster
*U*k and S'k-.r'.nr. "
. everything we claim for it, wt
. will glad 01 Lun,Lln ’ ,il 'H*
f Lever again hope to imprison the
waist of lovely woman, entirely cov
ered with a set of young oysters. Thus
docs Nature pay her tribute to Art.
A favorite foundation for life adopt
ed by sensible young oysters is upon
the shells of their aucestors long since
defunct, and for this reason many
planters strew the bottom of their
holding’s with such “elutcjj,” in the
hope that the wandering ova will stop
and there adopt a local habitation.
Hying thus upon the floor of the deep.
the young oyster begins to grow, and
In doing so Invariably polnls bis little
"bill” heavenward—an attitude that he
maintains throughout life If undis
turbed. As he grows older liis shell is
often used by the flora of the sea as an
anchorage, and thus lie is apt to be
found enveloped in the foliage of the
curious oyster-sponge, coraline, fed
aud green sea lettuce and other quaint
species of algae and sea grasses. The
dogwinklo, too, aud his cousin, the
periwinkle, are very fond of attacking
their eggs to the shell of the oyster,
each hue by a delicate stem, causing
It to appear like some curious sea
flower. • t
Soapsuds For Snakes,
There was considerable excitement
in the south part of town Thursday
afternoon over the discovery of a den
of snakes !u Miss Eila Reckleeu’s yard.
For several days previous Miss Beck*
leeu had seen a number of snakes near
her house, some of which she killed.
Upon the afternoon named she discov
ered a snake emerging from a liola
near the slough in the rear of the yard.
Thinking perhaps there might he more
reptiles burrowed in the ground, she
called to her sister-in-law, Mrs. Olof
Beckleen, and other nearby women
to come to her assistance. Together
with various weapons of destruction
they started out to wage war upon
the snakes. They carried a tub of hot
soapsuds, which they poured into the
hole, and the excitement commenced
sooner than the women anticipated.
The hot water had done Its work
well, and the snakes fairly crawled
over each other us they emerged from
the hole. Th way those women flour
ished their hoes and clubs, with which
they were well armed, ns they chased
the reptiles about the yard, caused
passersby to stop and wonder what
was going on. But the ladles were
brave, and when the conflict ceased
aud an inventory was taken they found
they had killed ten snakes.—Avon (111.)
Sentinel.
Pegs as Policemen.
During the Boer war one heard a
good deal of dogs as scouts, but they
have now actually been enrolled in
Denmark and Belgium as part of the
police force. They are mostly drawn
from the collie breed, and it takes
about four months to train them to
their work. They can cleverly climb
walls after a disappearing fugitive or
catch him by the neck and hold him
fast without hurting lilm till help ar
rives. These humble additions to the
police force are not only used for track
ing special criminals, but are on duty
every night from !> o'clock till 5 the
next morning, accompanied by a po
liceman. in Belgium they arc used in
the prison* eo prevent attempts at es
cape. and since (his plan has been
adopted there has not been a single
prisoner willing to test the powers of
these canine warders.—London Tatler,
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
NEW SOCIAL FIELD.
LATEST DEVELOPMENT 18 VISIT
ING SECRETARY TO SOCI
ETY LADIES.
A Neglected Education Expert for So
cial Aspirants—Supplies Confidence
and Knowledge of Social Amenities
to Those “Not Born In the Purple.”
The neglected-education expert is the
latest development of modern day re
quirements. Avery fundamental help
er in matters of importance to social
aspirants, she supplies- amenities to
patrons of the well-to-do class, and
edges into households where the pri
vate-lessons professor or the current
topics reader would not have a ghost
of a chance for business. Indeed, she
prepares the ground for these workers,
and they and the parlor lecturer pro-
fit much from her services.
"Visiting secretary to society ladies.
Neglected education a specialty. Tact
and social experience unexcelled. En
tirely trustworthy and confidential,’
is inscribed upon me expert’s an
nouncement cards. These cards are
left at the shops of the smartest tail
ors, milliners and fashionable outfit
ters frequented by wealthy women.
Customers to whom such expert ser
vice would be a boon, spy the cards.
Correspondence and engagements gn
sue, and the field widens of itself.
According to one of the pioneers in
this specialty, there are scores of un
lettered women occupying fine homes
in the big cities today who realize
their lack of early training, and would
fain rectify the deficiency.
Many women are unable to write
creditably their social notes and let
ters. Others are in like case as to the
business letters that come first in im
portance to them. It surprises no
body that a woman with shopping,
calling, supper parties and theatres,
dressmaking and milliners to attend
to has no time to spare for her corre
spondence. It sounds well to have a
private secretary. Mrs. X. couldn t
afford to keep one all the time. Mrs.
Z. couldn’t keep one occupied even if
she wished to add to her dependents.
Besides Mrs. Z. is not displeased to
find that the same mind and pen that
does her neighbor’s correspondence—
the high-placed neighbor whom she
does not know, hut would like to know
—does hers. So the expert visits by
the hour, or hour and a half, daily or
tri-wcekly, a number of patrons.
"Secrets? Well, I absorb a few as
I go along,” such a useful lieutenant
said lately. "Neither the family phy
sician nor the household minister
come as near to the core of things as
I do. The lady’s maid is a wiseacre,
of course, but she has only a lady s
maid's intuition, and can only grasp
the things in her world. 1 get the
sort of confidences that win on my
sympathy.
“ ‘I feel so much contenteder after
you've been here,’ one of my pretty
it JO!) I me the other day. ‘And
■ /e me your telephone num
.. , ao that when 1 gel a
[ About Jcuior m,,
can'Tome'Jo me. And, later on, after
I had straightened some accounts for
her and written a letter or two, she
looked at me wistfully and said, ‘You
must have a terrible good education.
I wish I knew so much.’
“This client began life as a nurse
maid in Canada. Then drifted to a
hotel in a big town and worked until
she became pastry cook, eventually set
up a boarding house In New York,
married a rich foreigner who boarded
wit h lier onH In —i..l.
with her, and is now a retired rich
widow setting her cap for a bachelor
who seems to be her steady cavalier.
“For all her illiterateness she is an
attractive woman when dressed right.
I’m her right-hand adviser in satorial
matters, and I’ve come In a measure
to be her moral adviser. She’ll tell
me things that she wouldn't tell her
friends. And I’ve discovered her to be
fond of high living and enlivening
drinks.
“ ’You’ll never be anybody if you do
that!’ I told her one day. ’You haven’t
got position enough to afford it, and it
will ruin your looks.’ Tnis patron de
pends on me so much that she would
gladly pay me double my hour's wages.
“Another woman whom I serve is
the wife of a lawyer of good position
who frankly owns that she abhorred
books and writing when at school and
can’t write a letter correctly to this
day.
“ ‘I can't spell!’ she says, ‘and the
minute I get a pen In my hand I'm a
fool. I hate books, and it wouldn't
matter only my husband loves them.
He reads legends and old-time poetry
—classics, he calls them—to the chil
dren, and I feel left out and as though
only the housekeeper and frock de
signer for the family. My husband
married me out of a first-class Broad
way shop, where I was a buyer of mil
linery and doing well.
“ ‘Two different professors of litera
ture have attempted to give me les
sons, but I lack the knowledge that
would make such things interesting.
I’m a modern woman. I hate old
things—old houses, cathedrals and all
that. I like everything fresh-painted
and up to date. My relations-in-law
think me sadly lacking, and if you can
help me to like reading the correct
things I’ll pay yon liberally.’
“A little woman in an uptown apart
ment has engaged me to help her con
quer her shyness and diffldence with
strangers.
“ ‘lm educated, and here at home I
do very well,’ she says, 'but I don't
show off. 1 can't entertain or make
nearly as good appearance as women
with half my knowledge. I get
tangled and say the very things I
should not when company is present,
and it worries my husbano. who is
very social and would enjoy entertain
ing if his wife was the proper hostess.'
“I’m trying faithfully to inspire this
woman with confidence in her own
powers and enjoy my hours with her
much more than those with the blond
beauty at a notable hotel, who is go
ing in for intellectual pursuits be
cause that study will add to her ex
pressiveness of countenance. She is so
taken up with herselt that she has lit
tle interest to spare for anything else,
and will interrupt the most interest
ing passage with some idle question
as to how old I would really take her
to be. or my opinion as to a eoniHlex
ion beautifier. What this patron wants
really is just anew flatterer and sym
pathizer, but she i willing to pay for
the' privilege.
"The wife of a rich German-Amerl
can Is taking points in English speech
apd composition from me and I have
done good service In persuading heT
to alter her style of dress. She was
wearing flounces of the barrel-hoop
design, when long straight lines were
her need. And she wore bonnets and
opera head decoration that would
make Venus frightful. She says her
husband is delighted wilu her student
progress, but I know it’s the tasteful
dressing that pleases him. The wifa
is too old and staid now even to
change her manners and way of speak
ing.
“ ‘Post me up on politics,’ another
patron tells me. T attend the current
events readings, but need information
back of what they supply. I must
know the main planks in the party
platforms, and those things that bril
liant women discuss. International af
fairs I have not kept up with at all,
and some of the men I meet are more
interested in politics tnan anything
else. My husband wouldn’t notice
whether I had on anew gown or an
old, but he would like me to under
stand public matters and be able to
talk about them.’
“The queerest patron I have wants
information on ecclesiastical matters.
'l'm a dunce about church history,’
she confided at our preliminary inter
view, 'and my best friend is deeply
interested. He isn’t a minister, but he
talks beautifully about the different
movements and reformations, and I
know he would like me to know some
thing on such subjects.* She sug
gested that I study and assimiliate the
facts properly and teach them to her.
She is a big, bony woman, with much
property, and I am interested to know
whether the best friend is to be
brought to book or not by the humor
ing of his whim.
"I spend considerable time in libra
ries getting steeped in knowledge use
ful to be talked off as familiarly as
the pharases in a child's primer. The
elderly patron 1 visit on Saturdays de
sires to be posted on medicine and
medical history, oecause her son is
studying it. She is 65 and of the
stout, lazy habit, but anxious for this
knowledge second hand.
"I have hunted up lots of animal
lore for a patron who wants to shine
in humane circles. She wants authen
tic incidents of great folks' pets, and
data as to the habits of cats and dogs.
"Sometimes I cater to a tad for
equine literature, and, again, some
body wants private lessons !n the main
principles of electricity. Of course,
the women could all get thi" informa
tion for themselves, but they don’t
want to, and many are too old or to
indolent to attend school Headquarters
for such things. Often I make outlines
and niied-in sketches lor women s club
papers, hut my work is always unob
trusive and the composition suited as
much as possible to the individual
character. People nowadays want to
get their knowledge ready made, just
as they get their garments or their
fortunes. And when they study any
p£t.'ix& h *uatg'jig&
herent interest.”— Olive tni
the New lork Comercial Advertiser.
Messengers on Skates.
We think of putting our messenger
boys on roller skates,” said the over
seer of a messenger-boy station down
towD. “The paving of the city is
practically perfect now. The sidewalks
are as good as a rink for skating pur
poses, and many of the streets, with
their asphalt coating, are as good as a
rink themselves. Hence, the boys
would have a pleasanter, easier, swift
er existence if they used roller skates.
I got a boy to make a trial of these
skates the other day, and on them his
working power multiplied itself by
three. He had no difficulty, on the
upper part of Broad street, in malting
eight miles an hour, and down town he
skimmed along at a five-mile gait.
“I suppose you are aware of the pop
ularity of the roller skate in London?
Over there you see people everywhere
darting this way and that upon the lit
tle wheels. The clerks use them In
going to and from work. The staid,
dignified clerks, in their black suits,
skate gravely, morning and evening,
through the busy London streets.”—
Philadelphia Record.
At the “Kilties” Mess Table.
Presently the pipers halt in line be
hind the colonel’s chair, and as the
notes sink into the waning drone, ap
plause bursts forth spontaneously.
Then a single piper steps forth, and
with measured pace displays his skill
in a lament. He, too, receives his due
of approval when an ancient custom is
observed. The pipe major is handed
a large silver howl, which he fills with
whiskey. This he presents to the
colonel with an appropriate Gaelic
greeting. The colonel takes the bowl
with both hands, drains its contents,
kisses the bottom and returns it to the
pipe major with a suitable Gaelic re
sponse. This custom is known as the
Passing of the Quaich, and every one
present is offered it in turn as a token
of Highland friendship.
Then the pipers blow out their in
struments, and while they march
round and round the room a ram’s
head, in which is set a jeweled snuff
box, is passed along the table. Out of
this every cne is expected to at least,
make a pretence of taking a pinch of
the mixture. —Capt. Michael White in
The Independent.
Food Consumed at Delhi.
This reflection brings me back to
the ball at Delhi; there were nearly
four thousand persons present, includ
ing a number of chiefs in full dress,
the Duke and Duches of Connaught
and the Grand Duke of Hesse took part
with their Excellencies in the State
Lancers; ladies who had chairs stood
upon them in order to watch every fig.
ure in that historic dance. At supper,
I am told, the following amount of
nourishment was gratefully consumed:
8000 eggs. 360 quarts of soup, 1600 en
trees, 300 jellies and creams, 200 dish
es of pastry, 300 turkeys, 100 k?gs of
lamb, 700 chickens, 400 quail, 300 par
tridges, 94 bams, 130 pheasants, 150
tongues, 9000 rolls. 8 boars' heads,
1000 plates of sandwiches, 150 qu.rts of
Ice cream, *>oo dishes of sweets. —Johr
Oliver Holmes, lu Collier's Weekly.
THE “BIOGRAPHICAL BUG.”
New Fad in Which a Nice Young Man
Takes Much Interest.
"Behold in me the biographical
bug,” said the man with the jet eyes,
“for I am it. I am the latest thing
in the way of a bug, a brand new aa
dition to scientific • nomenclature, a
sort of new spot on the sun, as it
were. Biographical bug! That.sounds
well, does it not? The b. b- for short.
The symptoms and characteristics
which differentiate the biographical
bug from all the other bugs in the
buzzing realm of bugdom are not unin
teresting. There is, as a matter of fact,
something grewsomely fascinating
about this particular kind of mania,
which has so lately pulled me into its
excited and pulsing vortex. Fun? I
never had so much fun in all my life
before.
“Looking at the thing now, taking
a broad view of the perspective, the
little amusements which crowded into
my life in the erstwhile to thrill me
momenarily with a spasm of delight
seem dull Indeed in comparison with
the newer sensations of the biograph
ical bug. Even the little climaxes,
when the feeling of ecstacy touched
the high-water mark, are but leaden,
lifeless memories, prosaic, uninspir
ing inanities.
“Lately, in following out the rou
tine of my calling, it became neces
sary for me to enter upon a compre
hensive scheme of collecting the life
sketches of various important person
ages; biographies, in short, of men
and women, who, for one reason and
another, have riveted the public at
tention. I now have a collection of
clippings, some serious, some funny,
some in the form of narratives, while
others are anecdotal, even comical,
that will make some of the biograph
ical encyclopedias look like the old
blue-back speller.
“Where does the fun come in? Just
here. You see. the collection of these
sketches has given me a direct person
al interest in every important man
and woman in the world. To illus
trate: Suppose the Sultan of Moroc
co dies. Forthwith I hie mo to my
sketches, where I find him duly re
vised, indexed, elaborted and hand
somely bound and gilded, and proceed
to’read all about him. Besides, I have
in the same collection a picture of
him. So you see where the interesting
feature of the thing comes in from
my standpoint. Why, I don't do a
thing now but watch for people to die.
To be honest, if I may be honest with
out being harsh, I want, men and wom
en to die, so I can hustle, out the bi
ography and read all about them,
while furnishing the newspapers with
a few odd facts about the late so and
so. I suppose the biographical bug Is
one of the most interesting of the
vust and growing fam'iy and is the
only one enjoying the unique but grew
some distinction of delighting In
death.” —New Orleans Times-Demo
crat.
Modern Carthage.
For the first tin A "
__ TORS,
the site of the?*y -..ccyot Cabbage.
Here, wherfe once flourished tile arts
of war and peace, is a vast, lonely
plain. Of the streets through which
the conquering Hannibal marched in
triumph nothing now remains but the
shadeless wheat-fields. Popular Me
chanics describes the stalking camel
plodding along, drawing tae modern
American plow or cultivator.
The sojl is as rich as it was on the
day when the Phoenicians founded the
city, and the American and nis indus
tries have found their way to the his
toric spot where the Romans wrought
such devastation in their qpnquests.
Americans, in charge of native work
men, may be seen directing the use of
the modern farming implements in
harvesting or tilling the soil. These
machines are a source of wonder to
the natfves, who for generations em
ployed only the crudest of farm imple
ments.
The place is on the northern coast of
Africa, about 10 miles from me present
city of Tunis. Americans find the
market there far their Inventions a
lucrative one.
Grieg’s Ancestry.
Like all Norwegians, Swedes and
Danes, Edward Grieg, the Norwegian
composer, dislikes the use of the word
“Scandinavian” as a generic adjective
to describe the people of the three
different countries. Recently there ap
peared in a popular monthly maga
zine an article entitled "Grieg, the
Scandinavian Composer.” Grieg, when
he saw it, sent an indignant telegram
to a friend in Ixjndon requesting him
to see the editor and explain that he
was not a Scandinavian, but a Norwe
gian. It is an interesting circum-
stance that, but for the Jacobite trou
bles he might have been a Scotsman.
His ancestors, the Groigs, emigrated
after the affair of 1745 and settled in
Norway. It has been said that the
only case to which the term “Scandi
navian" would apply would be that of
a person born iu Denmark of a Swed
ish mother and a Norwegian father,
or some variation of that conjunction
of national interests.—London Chron
icle.
New Foe to Submarines.
Experiments were made recently
from the warship Marcantonio Colonia
in the Bay of Naples with an appara
tus invented by an Italian naval ofllcer.
It consists of two portions, one of
which is submerged and the other re
tained in a small chamber on board
ship. A siren attached to the apparatus
announces the approach of a ship thir
teen miles away, and a special kind of
telephone belonging to the submerged
portion transmits the sound caused by
the motion of the distant vessel. The
experiments showed that the new in
vention is a dangerous foe to subma
rines. It gave warning of the approach
of a ship while the latter was yet in
visible to the naked eye.—New York
Commercial Advertiser.
He Suited.
Uncle—Well, Annie, do you like your
sister's husband?
Little Annie—Oh, he will do. He ac
cidentally shot my brother at the hunt,
he ran over father with his automo
bile, and now he marries my sister.—
Fliegende Blaetter,
THE BRIDE’S LETTER.
Pear Helen, you will be surprised.
To get a note so soon —the first
Bridal edition, unrevised—
And scribbled at my very worst.
I’ve but a pencil, as you see,
A leaf from Harry’s diary torn,
And then I’m writing on my knee
And feel a little bit forlorn.
We’re on the train still. I m alone;
Harrv is in the smoking car
These last two hours. My time smy own;
But, Helen, dear, how strange men are.
Three days ago—time quickly flies. {
And vet it somehow seems like year*—
Since all the kisses and good-bys.
And all the trembling hopes and tears.
Of course, he likes to smoke, but then
You always med to say, you know,
Women were different from men.
Ah, yes, indeed! I find it so.
Most of my dreams seem disarranged
Of course, I’m happy—onlv life
Looks altered now —the world is changed
I can’t believe I’m Harry’s wit#.
And vet! know I am. lor here
(What tiny thorns ones wreath may
mar!)-
I’m sitting quite alone, my dear.
And he—is in the smoking car.
—Madeline S. Bridges.
P,TH ANP p Q |NT
Dimvit—“Say, our backbones are like
serial stories, aren’t they?” Thinwit
“Prove it.” Din wit—“ Continued in our
npeks.”—Harvard Lampoon.
SomT “smart” folks know enough to bluff.
Some other folks to beat the Dutch.
The really smart folks know enough
To keep from bluffing overmuch.
—Philadelphia Press.
She—“l must say that lam disap
pointed in you; there was a time when
I thought you were a man of boundless
courage.” He—“ That was when I pro
posed to you, of course.” —Richmond
Dispatch.
Naggsby—“What la a problem
novel?” Waggsby—"lt is one in which
the motive of the author aud the judg
ment of the publisher are equally
puzzling to the reader.”—Baltimore
American.
Teacher—“ Can any little girl tell me
who was Columbus?” f?adie (fran
tically snapping her fingers)—“l know.”’
Teacher—“ Well, Sadie?” Sadie-“ Co
lumbus the gem of ihe ocean.”—Phila
delphia Press.
Gladys—“ Papa read your hook of
poems and wept over every line.” Her
Affianced—“He did?” Gladys—“ Yes.
He said ho couldn’t help hilt weep to
think such a lobster was coming into
the family."—Judge.
Teacher—“l notice that you are never
able to answer any of the questions.
How is this, little hoy?" Willie Dull
boy—“Well, if I knew, Jad wouldn’t
go to the trouble of sending me here.”
—Detroit Free Press.
Wifflc—“You call yourself happy be
cause your wife thinks you the best
man on earth.” Topper—“ Nothing of
the kind. I am happy because she
keeps up the farce of appealing to
think so.”—Boston Transcript.
Miss Withers—“l presume Mr. Flipp
made his usual weekly call on you last
night?” Miss Callow—“ Yes, aud I
must say that he made a fool of him
self.” Miss Withers—“ Proposed t
*u, eh 1 chmoijjl I)i.spatr(>.
#.<ell—-, s 1* aei.„s^
ful than the knowljflge tfou a man is*
in love with you.” Ifess— ‘*Ob, I don’t
know. What’s thfffinatter *t*!th the
knowledge that two or men are
in love with you?”—Chlcagb News.
“X think I’ve earned a kiss,” he said—
The lights burned low, the hour was
late,
She whispered with averted head,
“ 'Tis not worth while to arbitrate.” 1
—Judge.
Conscientious Conductor—“l’m afraid.
sir, the young lady can’t be permittqji
to travel on a half-fare ticketed she's
much over twelve years old!*|jrate
Papa—“Do you mean to iiifotp* me,
sir, that my daughter and X afe en
deavoring to swindle the railway com
pany? Lei me tell you, sir, that we’ve
never been so grossly insulted on tl*e,
line before, although we’ve both trav
eled on it for over fifteen years.**- -
Ram’s Horn.
Will Preserve HUtorlc TavercJfflßrc-
The New York Board of Estimate
lias finally authorized the
old Fraunce’s tavern, where Washing-'
ton took farewell of his officers naftev.'
tlie close of the War of IndependenciS
The cost of the building and the prop
erty to le purchased is $340,000. It is
intended to restore the building
nearly ns possible to its original coii
dition. Along the walls of the so-caßßt
“long room” used by Washington 'fiß
his generals will be hung the portraijp
of the Revolutionary generals.
other rooms of tlie building will 1W
used as a museum. About tlie tavern, .
on the land which will lie purchnsciLj
will be lawns and trees, in contrast to
the surrounding high buildings, on
the lawn in front of the tavern are to
be some old Revolutionary cannon, ana
the guards will wear Continental uijfcSj
forms. Various classes of school cbitsM
dren, who are making a study of “Ql|
New York,” will be taken by their in-3
structors to the tavern to see the relies !
and be taught the history with which ‘
they are connected.
Warner Itoynlile*.
Accounts are published in Germany
showing the amount of royalties earned
in 1902 by tile compositions of Richard j
Wagner, says the Westminster Gazette.’
The most lucrative of the operas was
“Lohengrin,” which was played 997
times in Germany, 420 times in France,
Holland and Italy, and 318 times in
England and the United States, and
brought in £13.500. Next in popularity
came “Tannhaeuser,” played 268 times
lu Germany and 210 times elsewhere.
at a profit of £7065. “The Flying
Dutchman” earned £2550, “Die Meis
tersinger,” £3600, “Tristan and Isolde,”
£7OO. while the “Walkuere,” “Rhein
gold,” “Siegfried” and “Gotterdame
rung” brought in £4400 among them.
The total royalties of the year were
£30,000, and this figure does not include
the Bayreuth receipts.
Preserving: It.
Miss Maud Powell, the violinist, re
cently had a somewhat unusual expe
rience with her precious violin. She
sent it by express solidly packed in a
stout wooden box, but when she came
to claim it it was missing. She de
scribed the appearance of the box to
the official, and a sad and sympathetic
look came over his face. He sighed
and went away, and presently returned
with the box held coffin-wise “\v e
had it on the ice,” he said.-Springfield