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Who roach tV itr years aud to
As I have n‘.n, without a aljrh.
Are either rooio or less than muu—
Mot such am L
I m not of them; life to aio
Has been h strange, bewlhlerod dream,
Wherein 1 know not thtuK* that be
From thing* that aeem.
[thought, 1 hoped, I knew one th'ng,
Ami had one gift, when 1 wits young—
The impulse and the power to slug,
And so 1 sung.
To have a place in the high choir
Of poets and deserve the same—
What more could moitel man dehire
Than poet s fame.
I sought It long, but never found;
The choir so full was and ho strong
The jubilant voice* ifljero, they drowuo
My simplosong.
The Knot in the Pearls.
Sho was young and remarkably pret
ty, with the prettiness that Is quite un
mistakable and generally acknowledg
ed, that can even triumph over a frock
that Is not quite fresh or a styleof hair
dressing that Is not altogether suitable.
But then, in her case, It was such
charming hair, so bright, and so curly,
that he told himself fashionable dress
ing, which would have reduced her
head to the level of repetition of all the
other heads In the room, would have
boon a mistake, a piece of vandalism.
And as for the dress. That was, at any
rale, simple—although of the kind that
la not expensive, or even particularly
tasteful —and he managed to overlook
It Yet that was something of a feat
—to his credit or not, as you looked at
the matter—for ho had the reputation
of being one of the most fastidious
men In London. Moroovor, the child
•—sho was only a child, as he admitted
—had absolutely no conversation.
And she was eighteen and badly
dressed, while he owned to thirty-five,
and was well known as an accomplish
ed man of tho most most ex
quisite taste.
Tho woman wasn’t born, his friends
had been in the habit of saying, who
could entirely reach up to his stand
ard of perfection; among themselves
they had often pictured her, the near
ost thing possible, the woman he
would surrender to, and she was otal
tured and witty, delicately sympathetic,
daintily beautiful, and certainly beau
tifully dressed to the last little detail.
And It must be admitted that he tiad
always bo pictured her himself.
"After all!" they said. "So, after all,
tho usual thing attracts him! Of
course, she’s sweetly pretty, and he’ll
Choose her frocks!” They didn’t feel
any lesß pleasure In their Idol because,
at last, they had discovered his feet of
clay; they wore, Indeed, enthusiasti
cally Inclined to applaud their newer
and more homely vlow of him, tind
they let the girl with the heaven
soarchtng eyes absorb him, while they
’’■ ’ distinctively
wwi >s
someone would Invariably add, "Well,
he'll know how to spend the money!”
Yet It was common knowledge that
ho was not overburdened with money,
having been, apparently, too overbur
dened with bruin's to acquire It In any
quantity.
And all the tbwa he waa with her
he thought only of her eyes and his
own power to waylay them from
heaven. But when he was not with
her, many of his thoughts circled round
the cheat) row of pearls she Invariably
wore, and hts mind, attuned to great
subjects, took to ibaelf a holiday and
spent It In wondering why she tied a
knot In them.
Wns It of set design or did she really
think they looked better knotted?
There had come Into his mind, the first
time ho saw her, an old saying, long
forgotten, that a girl knots her pearls
when she wants a lovo letter. Now did
this girl of the Innocent eyes In this
manner deliberately advertise a want?
And was It simply a love letter that
she wanted, as one might covet a rare
curio, or, say, a first edition? |(He
said, a first edition.) Or was It not,
perhaps, a letter from a particular per
son she had set her heart on? Some
one who might see the touching tittle
indication of readiness to receive a ten
derly worded epistle; someone who, it
was hoped, would be ready, would be
eager to comply? Although this last
possibility undoubtedly put the girl in
tho betler light, it is noteworthy that
it was not the Idea he honestly favored.
lie followed the little story further.
For if the knot was the result of any
thing more than merest accident, or
other than a clumsy device for keeping
the row tightly around her white
throat, then, since, as far as he knew,
the knot was* never untied, also, as far
us he knew, she did uot get her letter.
Tho blue eyes were sometimes pa
thetlc; In time it grew to hurting him
that she should even possibly want
what be could have so easily supplied.
The whole question, as childish ns she
was. and as strangely engrossing,
haunted and disturbed his leisure, and
one night, having Just left her, h ait
down and wrote her the letter.
The bulk of the talents for which
people praised him were in tho habit
of emerging from the point of his pen,
con The letter was worthy of his repu
*"*>*bi without being at ail above her
?V.ver of appreciation-—even supposing
she was in all things as young as she
looked. It was simple. In fact, as her
spoeeh, and as beautiful, after its fash
ion, ns her eyes; and. reading It over,
he knew he had never done anything
better. But he wasn't as mad as he
might have looked —If anyone could
have seen him—and ho only posted It
into his pocket. Having boon written
to her. It was sacredly hers, and to
bave It about him gave him a feeling of
pleasure he acknowledged with a
laugh and for once did not try to ac
count for In words.
After that ho wrote Ivor a letter every
time he saw her. and. but that some
thing happened about the sixth time.
It is a matter to wonder at how far he
would have allowed his pocket* to
bulge.
SVhat occurred was of the mast com
monplace description. In bunting fuse
THREESCORE AND TEN.
Mon would not hoar mo thn, and now
I care net, I accept my fate.
When white hair, thatch the furrowed brow
Crowns come too late!
Tha beat of life went long ago
From me: it w.a not much at b‘Ht;
Only the love that young hearts know,
The dear unrest.
back on roy past, through gathering tears,
Once more 1 cast ray eyes, and seo
Bright shapes that In my belter years
burrouuded me!
They left me here, they left me there,
Went down dark pathways, one hy one—
The wise, the great, the youug, the [air;
But 1 went on.
And Igo on! And bad or good,
The old allotted yeara of men
I have endured as heat ] could,
Three-acore and teu!
—liichard Henry Stoddard.
something else, he dropped one of the
letters at her feet. She caught It up
with a little cry, "Why, It’s addressed
to me" If he had not stopped her she
would have opened It there and then.
But he couldn’t prevent her keeping
It nor prevent himself seeing the laugh
in her eyes—a stray gleam that seemed
to cast anew light on the pathways to
heaven.
"If you llko It," he said, "there aro
more;" and he took out the pack, turn
ing It over.
"But, If they’re mine, I would much
rather have them at once!” she cried.
"If they’re mine, you have not right
to keep them!”
To tempt her Into pleading for them,
Into more laughter, Into quite a tor
rent of teasing aud excltod speech, he
held out as long as he could. In the end
she went off with her letters.
"I’m convinced It’s some rubbish,”
she threw at him In parting; “and 1
do want to see Just how silly you are!"
"Will you tell me how silly you think
me ?’• he askod.
"If you’re silly—enough,” said she.
Of course, he expected an answer—
expected it feverishly, filled with a boy
ish Impatience and unrest he had never
surpassed In his boyhood. When It
came, It was like her, he told himself;
and It was certainly put In few words,
If that was really like her, and his
doubts on that subject were brand
now ones. "Will you come and see
me?” she wrote, naming an hour. Of
course he went—praying the while that
he should find hor alone.
And sho was alone; so far, he quick
ly saw the reallxatlpn of his wish. Yet
for the moment, as he advancctl toward
her up the long room, he hardly knew
hor —hardly recognized her unadorned
beauty, the child of the dowdy frocks,
In tho perfectly dressed girl now wait
ing for him with laughter and blushes
chasing each other ou her bewildering
face. For the first time in his life ho
found nothing to say, and so she was
forced to begin. Bho seemed not un-
willing.
"Your letters arei charming," sno
said. She put un a ihand to tho Imita
tion )>earlH, side by side with some
that looked prlcelesa, among the laces
at her neck, and twisted them round
lo show him they were unknotted.
"Your letters are charming,” she re
peated, with the least little break In
her volco. Then she brightened and
smiled. "And what do you think of my
frock ?”
"I think It Is—charming,” he said.
She came nearer to him.
"Will yon answer ue something?”
she asked
"Yes—yes—anything!"
"Only this—which sort of frock do
you like me In best?”
"This," he said, true to his creed.
This—-I suppose. Oh, my darling, we
are starting at the wrong end, but if
you keep tho letters we shan't be able
to afford such frocks!”
"1 wouldn’t give up the lotters for
anything." she declared.
“I go with the letters," he said.
Again tho laugh in hor eyes. "And
I’d rather give up tho letters than you.”
she smiled.
"Then hang the frocks!” ho cried,
and would have caught her to him, but
she warded him off.
"Slop, do stop"—then she blushed—
“for a Stop, won't you, please!
Then don’t you know really? Don't you
truly know?”
"What?”
"That I've more frocks and moro
money to buy new ones than I know
what to do with, and —and”
“Do you mean to tell mo?”
“Let me tell you. I mean. I had the
childish Idea—l sop now how childish
it wus—to try and pass myself off In
your society as a poor American girl,
for a change. And It was u failure,
fright ns 1 looked—it was a failure,
with Just one exception. You aro tho
exception, and until now I have never
felt quite, quite sure that even you
could he excepted.” Into her eyes crept
their pathetic look.
"My dearest.'' he cried, "Just for your
sweet self 1 loved you' On my houor, I
did not know, and 1 loved you because
I could not help It.”
This time she did not ward him off.
"No woman wants to be loved for
any other reason," she said; “and 1
shan't mind the money and things
any more."
"Ami the knot In the pearls?" he
asked, later.
"1 knotted them at first because tt
seemed, somehow, In keeping with the
stupid sort of gtrl 1 was to be. But
when I noticed how you always stared
at them, I kept them knotto" fbjT—-
“Well, why?"
"To keep you—staring!" she laughed
"And did you never find out?"
"Oh!’ she interrupted. “I nsked Just
every one why a knot in a row of
pearls should make a wise man—any
man—stare so. I was alwajo asking,
until someone told me about the old
saying of the love letter, and than"
"And then?”
"And then" She still hesitated.
"By then" he amended.
"Oh. I'd like to finish," she said,
bravely. "By then. I was so anxious
for your letters I couldn't untie it.
You see,” she almost whispered, "my
heart was caught In the knot and il
wouldn't untie until you helped ma.’'--
New York American.
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Good for Tired Nerves.
When you feel fagged try the harm
leas stimulant of hot milk. Heat the
milk till a skin begins to wrinkle on
the top of it, a.-d then drink it In sips.
You’ll find it wonderfully refreshing
when you are feeling "fagged out,” and
it will do you more good than the best
beef tea, for hot milk is both nourish
ing and stimulating, whereas beef tea
is only the latter.
About Sleeves.
In making anew sleeve or In alter
ing an old one there is one general
scheme. The fulness which appears at
the elbow and below is either pleated
In or shirred In from the shoulder near
ly to the elbow. As to the cuffs, into
which this fulness is caught, there are
two styles, either a broad, narrow cuff
or a deep and tremendous flaring one,
reaching almost to the elbow. This
holds good for coats and coat suits es
pecially. For shirt waists suits the
narrow cuff is more popular.
High Crowns In Women's Hats.
Once more we are confronted with
tno problem—ls a return to higher
crowns imminent? One or two first
rate firms answer this In the affirma
tive, whereas others of equal import
ance flout theideaaltogether. Thesame
uncertainty prevails with respect to
the much talked of revival of email to
ques and bonnets. They undoubtedly
have a following, both in the millinery
world and with the public, but whether
thlß is sufficient to ensure them an all
round success, remains to be seen. —
Millinery Trade Review.
Vassar’s Queen of Beauty.
Of all the women’s colleges Vassar
usually has the prettiest students, al
though beauties are rarely of an intel
lectual turn of mind. An exception is
one of the seniors of this year. She
is Miss Edith Randall of Hay City,
Mich., and she was chosen the prettiest
girl In her class. Miss Randall is tall
and blonde, and her Michigan friends
call her a "typical Gibson girl.” She
is not unlike the girl Gibson has mado
famous, although her physique is
somewhat different. Miss Randall is
stouter than tho Gibson girl, but even
so her figure is superb. Miss Randall
Is to ho married and the groom-to-be
Is Robert Bailey Eddy, a Michigan
man. Miss Randall is the daughter of
I>r. Isaac Randall, and her future hus
band l snJ/1 to boa. man of greaj.
wealth. —New York Press.
To Reduce the Waist.
Lie supine, the arms at the sides.
Raiso first one leg and then the other
until the knee la on a level with the
waistline, l.et the movement be slow at
first, and afterward as quickly as pos
sible, and do not exceed six times for
the first week. After two weeks, let
the movements continue until the legs
are tired.
Next, Ho prone, the arms parallel
with the sides and the hands resting
on each side of the bust; then, without
moving the legs, rise slowly until the
arms are perfectly straight. This ac
tion will be felt at the waist and in the
arch of the back.
The next exercise should not be at
tempted until the two first described
are done with perfect ease. Die prone
with arms and logs stretched apart as
far as possible, then lift both limbs at
the same time, raising them until the
body Is supported only by that part
below the waist. Rest between each
movement.—American Queen.
Amphibious Children.
Wan *>f keeping the babies comfort
able these breathless days are as hard
to come by as recipes for cooling
beverages that call for less than five
pounds of Ice, sayr. an exchange. One
desperate woman found that her own
strength was not equal to giving the
two small lioys In hor nursery the
number of cold baths they seemed to
need during tho day. She determined
to let them play Roman bath all day
long and run the chance of getting
pneumonia as an evil only equal to
asphyxiation from the heat. Her bath
room is big and bright, and the tub is
a geuer'ous modern affair. It was filled
one-third with tepid water. Into which
was thrown a few handfuls of sea salt,
Buch as is sold for bathing purposes.
Tho sweltering small boys were then
given permission to hop In and ®ut of
the tub and make the bathroom their
playroom for the day. Nothing more
delightful had ever been proposed to
the pair, and they spent a moist and
pleasant Sunday, sailing boats, playing
whale and otherwise disporting them
selves in their tiled playroom, where
anything could l>s spilled and where
the full-dress uniform was of tropical
simplicity.—New Orleans Picayune.
A Frenchwoman's Tip.
-It every woman would give two
hours a day to serious mental exercises
she would be a healthier and happier
creature." The clever Frenchwoman
who said thnt only repeated what every
up-to-date woman knows from her own
experience. Narrowness is the besetting
sin of women. The domestic woman,
engrossed in the round of meals, iron
ic* days, and servant complexities,
gets out of touch with the wider in
terests of life, and then bewails her lot
when she finds horeelf treated like a
back number by husband and children.
Often the same inertia and apathy
seem to strike the body. How many
women one has seen grow old and
dumpy before their time tn a plaid
round of dull’ domesticities! They
know nothing of the refrtghment and
exhilaration of a little systematic
study. Jt may he music Greek art,
you like, pro
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
vided It has something tough—prob
lems to be encountered and solved in
It. Byron long ago wrote from some
Venetian monastery that ho had been
twisting his mind around some study
or other. That Is what women should
do. They should twist their minds
around some serious mental exercise
for a little while every day, and they
will be healthy and wise for it, if not
wealthy.
The Mother in the Home Circle.
The mother ought under all circum
stances to cultivate the utmost confi
dence of her children until they take
pleasure In whispering into her ears
all matters pertaining to their private
associations and personal experiences.
No child ought to keep any secret from
the mother. And there are many
things of which children are Ignorant
that the mother in her own delicate
way is the only one qualified to im
part to them the proper knowledge
concerning such matters. If she does
r.ot do It, then some Indiscreet outside
person will volunteer to them the in
formation; and it will be done in such
a way as to lower the tone of inno
cency in the minds and hearts of these
unsuspecting boys and girls. But the
wise mother can tako her children into
her confidence and give them all the
facts necessary for them to know and
leave tnem untainted by evil thoughts
and suggestions. No mother's false
modesty ought to prevent her from do
ing her full duty In such requirements,
for she may rest well assured that
there are others always ready to tell
to her children questionable things,
and in a harmful way enlighten them
on delicate matters. But If she Is a wise
mother she will not permit outsiders to
steal the confidence of her children
and thus make their minds Impure
right on the threshold of their experi
ences.—Now Orleans Ulcayune.
Tho Summer Fashions.
In the summer styles long, flowing
lines, sloping shoulder effects, quaint
collars and berthas are extremely pic
turesque, and never before have mate
rials lent themselves with such grace
to the fashionable modes. There is no
end to the variety of collars, pelerines,
and other waist garnitures In lace. The
embroidered linens exhibited express in
the highest degreethe present luxurious
trend of fashion; they are unquestion
ably the novelty of the season. / c jt
creamy batistes
to fashion a gown for th,e most|*ex-
clusive function; they are procurable
In both plain and embroidered effects.
I.awns of all grades are shown and are
especially well liked for morning
frocks. Daintiness and simplicity are
the chief considerations in their make
up. Lingerie dresses evolved from the
sheerest and flnest of lawns, organdies,
batistes and handkerchief linens are
elaborate enough for the most formal
occasions. No more serviceabe dress
can be found than one of a thin silk of
Japanese of China weave, cor, when
soiled, it can be washed perfectly. Fash
ion has decreed that the summer ward
robe must contain a loose white coat
of some sort, and the practical woman
will make it of canvas. In the street
frock —the tailor mode —white canvas
Is ultra-smart Fans of lace, gauze,
feathers and flowers will be carried
this summer. Summer gloves are an
Important Item in the outfit and are
shown in both slk and lisle and really
fit the hand better than kid. —The De
lineator.
How He May Be Won.
Some men have been found coura
geous enough to express themselves on
the subject, "How to win a man."
Here are the requirements from a mas
cultue point of view for winning a
man worth having. The summer girl
should cut this out and paste it on her
mirror;
Be natural, be extremely fastidious in
choosing friends, in conversation, in
manners, and in dress.
Be neat, for the well-groomed wom
an, though plain, is more attractive
than the slovenly beauty.
Be cheerful and fun-loving, be kind,
unselfish, sympathetic, and affection
ate.
Be Interested in everything that will
Improve your mind and broaden your
views.
Be orderly, systematic, and Industri
ous, but do not waste iirne on unessen
tials. Good reading is far better than
useless fancy work.
Be domestic and home-loving, se
cure as much knowledge as possible
concerning household affairs, and do
not be ashamed to use it.
Be athletic enough to keep in fine
physical condition and Just manly
enough to be self-reliant and coura
geous, but not so independent as to
forget for one moment that you are a
woman.
Cultivate a Ijklng for children and
old people, for you must remember
that you have been the one and will be
hc other if you live long enough.
Do not appear to be superior, even
.f you know that you are; one can
aslly be mistaken on this point.
Do not bo conceited or vain, do not
e silly or gushing, or too eager.
IX* not be late and vet do not waste
ime in being too early; study repose
of manner, it Is so restful to tired
nerves.
Do not nag either beroro or after he
Is won; the "I told you so” has lost
many a friend and lover.
Be frank and truthful and forgiving,
and remember that forgetting must of
ten go with forgiving. This, of course.
Is the ideal woman, but the standard
is not too high for any girl to strive
'or —Philadelphia Telegraph.
“HERE I AM KING."
A little cot, poor, but well kept—
An open fire—henrth lately swept,
The kettle singing;
The table spread with common tv
And Mollle flitting here and there
The sapper bringing.
In Mollte’s mien I reed contempt
For tricks and shams; does not attempt
Vain pomp or show,
To please the throng; does not invade
Fashion’s domain to masquerade
” As others do.
No skeletons, no duns, no debts;
For silks end jewels, no regrets;
No murmu log;
Happy and content behind the urn
Bhe pours the tea on my return —
Here f am king.
—H. JS. Loveless, in Good Housekeeping.
HUMOROUS.
"What Is the difference between
hens and poultry, pop?” "Why, hens,
my son, are things that belong to our
neighbors; poultry Is something a man
owns himself.”
Johnny—Pa, what Is the law of sup
ply and demand the papers tell about?
Wise Pa—lt Is a universal law, my
son, that when a man is well supplied
with this world’s goods he demands
more.
"Poor man!” she said, stooping over
the victim who had just been dragged
out from under her automobile, "have
you a wife?” ’’No,’’ he groaned, "this
Is the worst thing that ever happened
to me.”
Willie Boerum—Pa, what’s the dif
ference between news and gossip? Mr.
Boerum—Well, my son, whenever your
mother tells anything to any one It’s
news, but when any one tells her any
thing it’s gossip.
Little Sister—Puttin’ us out of the
room just—boo hoo!—’cause there’s
company. Little Brother—But maybe
they wop’t eat all the cake. Little
Sister—Oh, you can’t trust —boo hoo!
—company with cake.
"Loafley tells me he hasn’t been so
busy for years.” "Nonsense! That job
ho has is a cinch. He never has to
work hard there.” "That’s just It. He’s
been fired, and ho’s chasing around af
ter another Job now.”
"Did you hear of the lovely wed
ding present Jane’s father is going to
give her?" "No. What Is It?” "It’s a
hired girl warranted perfect In every
particular and guaranteed te hold her
job for a whole year.”
First graduate—Well, old man. It’s
all over now and it's up to us. What
do you propose to do for a living?
Second graduate—Oh, the same thing.
First graduate—What’s that? Second
graduate—The old man.
‘‘You were very lenient with that con
ductor,” said the first passenger. “Oh,”
replied the other, "we’re all liable to
make mistakes.” “Perhaps you were a
conductor yourself once." “No, sir;
I’m a weather forecaster.”
’’No,” said Woodby, "I don't see
Wiseman at all any .more. He has
dropped out of our social set” "He
tells a different story,” X.remarked
Slnnickson. "Indeed?” he
claims he has climbed out”
"Do you ever work hard?” asked
yesterday. , <TV |
0-... .11 inniuont in- 1
sometimes I work as hard as if I wadi
getting only a dollar a day.” *
His Teacher —Don’t you know. Tom
my, you should not let your left hand
know what your right hand does?
Tommy—Yes’m, but you’ve Just got to
take both hands when you want to
tie a tin can to a dog's tall.
She —George, dear, you remember
that lovely sideboard that I told you I
should like to buy because it was
so cheap? Well, I’ve discovered a
plan to make room for It. He —How,
my dear? She—By taking a larger
house.
"And do you really like country
life?” "Well," replied the city bred
woman of wealth. “1 can’t exactly say
that I like it, but it certainly has some
value.’’ “In what way?" “Why, when
I decide that the city is unedurable a
month In the country Is sufficient to
convince me that I was mistaken.”
Following an Old Custom.
At the old Chesshire Cheese In Floct
street, London, made famous by I)r.
"Sam” Johnson, an old custom sur
vives. The boy, no matter what his
Christian name may be, is always
“Charles,” the porter, "George,” the
second waiter "James,” and the third
"Tom.” The head waiter is the only
one who is allowed the use of his own
name, the others being obliged to take
the names that belong to their posi
tions. Of all the dishes on the tav
ern’s bill of fare, the rumpsteak pud
ding is the thing. As much mystery
obscures the manufacture of this clas
sic as attends the making of French
torpedo boats. The receipt is an heir
loom handed down from father to son.
Into the composition of this famous
dainty go oysters, lark, kidneys, steak,
marrow, mushrooms and spices. Af
ter these have been weighed in a se
cret room they are boiled from 16 to
20 hours, after which the mixture is
poured into basins, moistened with
gravies, covered with a rich crust and
baked. Every Saturday at 1.30 o'clock
precisely the pudding is brought into
the dining room, where, in the pres
ence of the guests, the host carves it.
A rumpsteak pudding ranges in weight
from 50 to 70 pounds.
A Monument to Gamier.
While ths Paris Opera House ought
to be sufficient monument to its de
signer, the noblest one which can be
erected, Paris has gone further, and
10 days ago unveiled a piece of statu
ary in memory of the distinguished
architect. It is a bust, placed at an
outer angle of tho opera house, and is,
as it were, a signature on the building.
On the pedestal is traced a plan of the
Opera. The bust of the architect is
hanked by figures in bronze symbolic
al of fame and the graphic arts.
London Parks.
London, says the Earl cf Meath,
now possesses 313 parks and open
spaces, which have coet £2,199,000.
This gives a proportion of one acre to
752 of the population, which now num
bers rather more than four and a half
millions. Twenty years ago the num
ber cf parks was 103 and their cost
£829,650, affording one acre to 961 of
the population of 3.834,000.
HOW TO BE HAPPY THO' HOT.
Cooling and Calming Suggeatlona far
the Heated Term.
If you are a young gir! and cannot
escape from freckles under the sum
mer sun, remenlber that Thackerf
gave one of the most charming of his
heroines an "honest freckled face.
This was Theo Lambert, the jeune
fllle of “The Virginians.”
If you are annoyed by the snapping
of cameras while you are cn the beach
In yoar bathing costume, remember
that to be photographed is a royal
compliment, and that neither king nor
kaiser can escape from the kodak
fiend.
If you are a bald-headed man and
suffer from the playful attack of the
sportive fly, console yourself by re
membering that African explorers are
forced to sleep with their heads wrap
ped in blankets to escape the stings
of poisonous Insects.
If the bills at the seaside or moun
tain house where your wife and chil
dren are staying seem monstrous, cast
a backward glance over the coal bills
you were forced to pay during the
strike of the anthracite coal miners.
If you can’t court sleep successfully
either In bed, on a camp cot, or In a
bamboo chair, call up a mental pic
ture of the unfortunate English offi
cers who were forced to pass a night
in the Black Hole of Calcutta, where
one small grated window alone gave
air to the tortured prisoners.
If your small income, or your busi-
ness or professional duties force you
to spend the summer in town, read
Nansen’s "Farthest North.” and the
works of all the other Arctic explor
ers you can lay your hands on. After
such a course of reading, you will
prefer any degree ol heat to a world
of ice and snow.
If you are a fat mao and the street
boys make sarcastic allusions to the
length of your waist belt when you
appear In outing flannels, think how
much more comfortable yau are than
the attenuated Individual who dare not
unbutton his padded coat lest the
world discovers that his figure was
made by his tailor.
If, on the contrary, you are a lean
and hungry Cassius, “whose pale
blow and hollow cheeks never grow
moist even on the hottest midsummer
day, watch your fat friends watering
the ground at their feet with stream*
of perspiration, and give thanks for a
figure which enables you to hug the
narrowest shadow to be found in the
sun-baked streets.
Marrying Under Difficulty.
In the northern Caucasus nearly
half the death rate of the Inhabitants
Is caused by vendetta, and at least
three-fourths of the vendetta cases are
the result of a curious marriage cus
tom which is now decimating the popu
lation. The native of those parts who
wishes to take unto himself a wife
cannot arrange the matter In the sim
ple, offhand manner In vogue in West
ern Europe, by "popping the question.”
He must go home, sell his belongings,
and buy her ttirly and squarely of
Jfier parents, the price ranging from
£3'J*to £2OO. This is a ccetly custom
’ r- - — 1 - I'l^eat
man wfio'can shore to invest bucu a
■ laj§e sum in m wife, however, accom
plished. What generally happens In
such cases Is that the indigent can
didate for the order of Benedict In
duces a few stalwart comrades to seize
the maiden and carry her off. What
too often follows then may be gath
ered from a case in point which has
Just taken place In Sosslambe. Bo
lcayeff is the hridegroom’s name, and
Neshkho that of the girl of sweet 16
who had the misfortune to find favor
In his eyes. His pockets being empty,
be persuaded three comrades to kid
nap the mahl whom he then took off to
another village as his wife.
But her father, on discover
ing her whereabouts, had
her sent back by the police, and then
demanded S2O for loss of her services,
as wo should say. Bokayeff, to whom
the demand was made, would not or
could not pay. The girl’s father
thereupon claimed that sum from the
bridegroom’s companions, who are
equally liable. They admitted tho
justice of his claim, and called upon
Bokayeff to hand over the sum to
them. On his refusal they shot him
dead, that being the custom of the
country, although daggers are also
allowed to take the place of bullets.
The three youths were forthwith ar
rested and will, of course, be tried and
deported. But that, far from being the
end of the matter is only the very
beginning. The kindred of the slain
man are now preparing to “wipe rut”
the relations of the murderers, while
the family of the dishonored girl Is
bound by the custom of the country
to wash away the stain on her reputa
tion in (he blood of the clans of both
Hie numlered man and his murderers.
And Hessian law Is powerless to In
tervene. —London Telegraph.
Great Number of Locomotives.
There are fully 500,000 locomotives
In this country. The Pennsylvania
road builds 100 locomotives a year.
There are probably 200,000 passenger,
baggage, express, parlor, sleeping and
mail cars. The cost of a standard
freight car is $750 with wooden under
work, and SIOOO for steel underframe.
The standard car is 36 feet long, eight
by eight and a half inside measure.
The capacity is from 60,000 to 100,000
pounds. The life Is from ten to twelve
years. The cost of a standard loco
motive is SIO,OOO to $12,000; weight on
wheels, 170,000 pounds; tank capacity
6000 gallons, and coal bin ten to twen
ty tons’ capacity.
His Humble Qualifications,
“The old man doesn’t speak any
foreign language, does he?’
“No. He’s just a plain, downright,
honest, no-style, hardworkln', money
makin', family supportin’ American!”
—Atlanta Constitution.
Petrified Bhlpe.
Alaskan Indians allege that up tha
Porcupine river, 1500 miles from Port
Yukon, there are two petrified ship*
tying stranded in the mountains.
Every native and naturalized citi
zen in Denmark over 60 years old
and unable to support himself
tly receives a pension varying front
$2.50 to $4.60 par month.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Ham mem is the mother of misery.
Faith Is the fire of all true genius.
The mum of guilt adds stings to out
grief. '
Better be a good servant than •
bad son. f
Conceit Is not an Ingredient of con
secration.
The losses of childhood are tho gain
of manhood.
That half the world are fools is only
the opinion of the other half.
The search for singularity oft In
volves the sacrifice of sincerity.
There la a good deal of difference be
tween punishment and chastisement.
The plainest face blossoms into
beauty When the heart is the home M
love.
The man who says there is no truth
In the world has mistaken a mirror
far the universe.
If you hide your sins in the cellar
they will be sure to make themselves
known In the parlor.
The moment past Is no longer; the
future may never be; the present Is
all of which man Is the master. Our
Young Folks.
OFFERS TO SELL HlB LIFE.
Aged and Poor, McFarland for 100
Would Be Martyr to Science.
Angus McFarland, an aged resident
of Malden, a small town near here,
wants to sell his life to science for the
sum of SIOO. He has made such an
offer to the phylsclans of this city,
who have thus far declined with
thanks, as Angus really Is a nice, old
fellow, and no one wants to see him
die.
For a long time this section of Mon
tana has been having an epidemic of
spotted fever, which proves fatal, as
a rule, inside of a day or two. Jeist
what caused the fever was for a tlma
a mystery which none of the doctors
could unravel. Finally It was found
that the bite of a certain kind of wood
tick, which is here In large numbers,
was responsible for the fever, which
made its appearance within a few
hours after the victim was bitten.
Doctors have looked In vain fop
persons who have just been bitten by
the tick, hoping In that way to watch
the progress of the disease and find
out, if possible, how to check it before
It had reached the danger stage. This
they have been unable to do becauaa
each person bitten has generally paid
no attention to the matter until after
the spotted fever had gained great
headway, and then medical aid was al
most useless.
"I am an old man,” says McFarland,
"and my life is not of great value. AU
I want Is enough money to Insure a
decent burial for myself; then I will
allow myself to bo bitten by one of
the woodticks. under the eyes of tha
doctors, who can watch the progress
of the fever and do as they will.”
There have been many deaths all
over this section of the state from tha
spotted fever, but for the last lew
days the epidemic seems to have been
several recov
erc
fSfcnt.) Dispatch to St
Press. * •
W. VT - *..5S -Lie-. 2
The Only English Pope.
Adrian IV. was the only Englishman
over elected Pope. He had a “most
singular name—Nicholas Brakespeare.
He is said to have left- England as a
beggar, and to have become a servant
or lay brother In a monastery near
Avignon, in France, where he studied
with such diligence that in 1137, at
the age of 37. he was elected abbot.
Pope Eugenlus 111., that brilliant an
cetic, soon discovered hts merits and
made him a cardinal bishop. In 1154 he
was elected Pope against his own in
clination, and received the formal con
gratulations of Henry 11. It waa
Adrian IV. who lorced Frederick I. of
Germany to hold his stirrup while he
mounted hU horse, though it took two
days to make the Emperor yield the
desired homage. It is said that Fred
erick prostrated himself before the
Pope, kissed his foot, held his stirrup
and led the whjie palfrey on which he
rode.
The Element of Success.
Richard Watson Gilder, editor of the
Century magazine, says:
“One very desirable thing about
ideals Is that they should be precise.
He is fortunate who early in life at
tains a definite ideal as to his future.
It is a powerful element of success.
IT you read the confessions of success
ful men and women you will —not al
ways, but very often—find that their
efforts were inspired by a definite
Image of what they wished to become.
This one aim they struggled toward
all their years. In due course of time
accomplishing the great result. He or
she was determined to be like this or
that artist, writer, statesman, soldier,
philanthropist: and approached,
equalled or surpassed the inspiring
•riglnaJ.”
London’s Societies.
London, which is a breeding place of
societies with worthy objects and
queer names, has forced anew or
ganization under the title of (he Pac
-SJD? League of Helpers of th Poor,
nia Institution, which has realty been
£a existence in an Informal way for
the last dozen years, was originally
started by the employes of a great
clothing firm. Up to date the girl*
employed by this company hav* made
something like 9000 garment* which
have been distributed among the
needy and without the expenditure of
a single penny. Herein lie the unique
and especially felicitous features of
the league. The remnants of cloth
are provided free of charge fcy th
firm and other manufacturers, and the
employes do the work.—Exchange.
Got Rid of Him Quickly.
"Well, I got rid of that life insurance
agent in short order,” savagfly re
marked Mr. Higgsworthy.
"You didn’t insult him, did yoT"
asked his wife.
“Insult him? No! I gave him my ap
plication for a policy, blame him!”
Chicago Tribune.
The girl who can be won by flattery
Isn't worth winning.