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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