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18 THE SUNDAY OKEGONIAN, PORTLAND', FEBOTAEY 11, 1900. WRECKS OF THE CENTURY aanTUxa claims tribute op 3TAXY THOffcAXDS OP UVESl &-nalUns; Catastrophes of the Last Haadred Tear Recorded. In. Annals of the Sea. The world's great ocean liners are prac tically independent of the elements, owing to the ingenuity of engineers. The sea is mapped out almost to the square yard, and modern, instruments enable a snip's position to be found to a length. Such is the strength, of hulls that storms can be defied. With one exception that of f ogs our ships would he almost as safe in any part of the ocean as in drydock, could the men who command them be depended upon never to make mistakes. But so long as man is as he is now, he is bound to make mistakes, sooner or later; and it Is to man's mistakes that we owe some of the terrible catastrophes which the shipping world has had to do with. Mis calculations of position, due to insufficient allowance for known currents, the mis taking of .lights, or gross carelessness, would account for nine-tenths of the great wrecks of the century, even Including those which took place before the days of giant steel hulls built in water-tight sec tions and all the gamut of modern ship building improvements. In these great disasters fire has played almost as im portant a part as water. The last century closed with a holocaust which ha hardly been equaled since, and iiever surpassed. When the British flag Ship of the Mediterranean squadron, the Queen Charlotte, was, on March 17, 1800. passing the Leghorn, a match, whloh had been lighted, ready to fire a signal gun, fell upon some hay stored on the gun deck. Before an alarm could be raised, the ship was blazing from stem to stern, the names bursting through portholes and hatches and ultimately firing the rig ging. It was futile to think of launching the boats, and the Queen Charlotte burned to the water's edge. The magazines blew up, sending W of her crew of 850 men to their last muster. Bates, by Sharks. Somewhat similar, but Infinitely more horrible, was the fate of the men on board the Ajax, of 74 guns. She was lying off the inland of Tanedos, in 1S97, when she caught fire. In a moment, the rlg Sing and boats were in flames. Another -danger awaited the men. The sea was lull tof sharks, and the men, as they plunged, from the burning ship, fell a prey to these monsters, upwards of 500 men being killed by them or burned to death. Perhaps the year 1611 has never been equaled for losses In the British navy. In December a British cruiser, the Sal danha, was off the west coast of Ireland, with a crew of over 899 men and officers. Late one evening, a fearful gale swept across the Atlantic, and-in the pitch dark ness some fishermen declared they saw flashing lights traveling up Lough Swllly, at a tremendous pace. These lights, it is suggested, belonged to the Saldanha, but what really became of her, where and how she sank, was never known, for not a man of her 600 odd who composed her crew survived that storm. A few nights later, the Mth in the same month, three more ships of the English navy went to the bottom. The St. George, a 74-gun ves sel, the Defence, a 64, and the Hero were wrecked off the Danish coast, resulting In a total loss of life of over 3000 men. Only IS men managed to reach the shore. Among the shipB that have gone down during the century, with many of their crews and passengers, was the Birken head, of Bngland, the wreck of which will eer be forgotten. She was a transport and emigrant ship sailing from Queens town to the Cape, with detachments of the Twelfth lancers, Second, Sixth, Twelfth. Forty-third, Forty-flfth and Six tieth rifles. Seventy-third, Seventy-fourth and Ninety-first regiments, and a large number of women and children. The sea was calm, and the ship was surrounded by a large number of sharks. Suddenly she struck on some hidden rocks. Cenragre and Discipline. No need to toll again the story of the Mgh courage and discipline shown by offi cers and men. Orders were issued with the most perfect oomposure and obeyed with alacrity and without a murmur. The loats were lowered, and room found for fie women and children, who were nearly z.1 safely landed. The GOO men, the sol diers and crew, who had hastily rushed en deck, in answer to the drum, calmly awaited tfcetr fate, when they saw the women and children out of danger. In la f an hour, the ship went down, the men being fiung Into the water amongst 11:3 sharks. Few of these brave fellows ei cr reached the land, which was only a hort distance away. The wreck of the Medusa, a convict s' p, was terrible and loathsome. The to'al number of the crew and convicts en board was over St. She was an 111 1 -ted vessel. First, the "passengers" mu- " xcd, then provisions ran short, and -.ally a fire broke out, and she burned 13 the water's edge. All took to the boats el hastily constructed rafts. The boats R re never heard of, aad only one raft, t i three live men, mere skeletons, was Z- ked up. Their story was soon told. -.ginally there had been a party of 139, " " water giving out, the stronger con . Is murdered their weaker feWow-prls-c i and drank their blood. T or wrecks sit sea, 19E4 was almost as rnble as JUL The Quebec, from Uv ool to Quebec, with $00 peo 3 on board all, save the crew, eml c ts went on the rooks at the Western nds, and 4M souls were lost In the e -ne month, January, a second emigrant t P, the Tayleur, for the same port, had c y left Liverpool & few hours, when, ' a dense fog. she struck on Lambay I- jids, about Mves being lost. On T nh 1. the City of Glasgow left Liver r 1, with a crew of 8 and 404 passengers. " 'ipre and how she went down was never 1 wn. for she disappeared completely, - v a trace of her, no spars, boats, or any- lg ever being picked up. Next month, Favorite, from Bremen to Baltimore, a -s run Into by the Hotspur, la the Bng : i channel. She settled down iraraedlate : taking with her nearly 3W passengers. 1t troopship Lady Nugent salted from Madras on May 10, 1S64, with the Madras light infantry. She foundered In a hurri cane, with 360 soldiers and "50 of the crew. t Eleven Transports "Wrecked. During a storm which raged. In the Black sea from November 13 to 16 of the. same year, 11 transports were wrecked, between 300 and 400 Uvea being lost. The steamship Prince went down, with 144 souls and a cargo worth $300,000. which was much needed by the British army In the Crimea. An American troopship left New York, with some 500 odd soldiers, for California. Just off Florida she was struck by a huge wave, which carried away 260 of the passengers and crew. The Pacific left Liverpool for New York January 25, 1S55, with nearly 200 people on board. She was never heard of again. The Royal Charter, carrying, besides her crew, some 450 returning emigrants, was totally wrecked off Moelfra, on the coast of Fuglesea, October 25, 1S59. She went on the rocks in about three and a half fath oms of water, and a great wave cut her right in two. Nearly 450 lives were lost. and bullion of the value of $800,000 went down. The larger portion of this money has since been recovered. The City of Boston disappeared, with out leaving any trace. In February, 1870, on the coast of Cornwall, a board was picked up, upon which was cut the name. City of Boston, with a statement that she was sinking, but whether this was genuine was never discovered. Out of about 1000 passengers and crew on board the steamer Atlantic, of the White Star line, 560 were lost when she struck the Meagher rock, west of Sambro, on April 18, 1S73. Foundering of the Pacific November 4, 1875, the steamer Paclflo cleared at Port Townsend for San Fran cisco. She was commanded by Captain Howell. A large number of miners from the Casslar mining district, in British Co lumbia, were bound south, with their ac cumulations of not only that year, but of previous years, and many took passage on her. From all accounts, she had a pleas ant passage down the Straits. At 8 o'clock In the evening, a crash was heard by the unfortunate passengers, and all who could escape from their staterooms rushed on deck, where they found that the steamer and a bark, the Orpheus, Captain Charles W. Sawyer, had come In collision. With in five minutes the steamer sank, with her 600 people. Out of the crow and passen gers but two souls were saved Nell Hen ley, a quartermaster, and Mr. Jelly, a. passenger. The bark was wrecked Im mediately afterwards by going ashore at Barclay sound, mistaking the' flash red light at Barclay head for the fixed white lights at Cape Flattery. Old-timers at Victoria, B, C, who re member well the wreck of the Pacific, tell some peculiar happenings of the terrible disaster. A Miss Palmer, daughter of Professor Palmer, a well-remembered mu sician of Victoria, was a passenger on tbo Ill-fated steamer. It seems she had a presentiment that she never w ould reach San Francisco, where she was to com plete her study of music. She was en gaged to a young man who lived on San Juan Island, and told him that she did not believe she would ever see him again, but if she did return, her next trip would be to visit the home of her intended. Kept Her Word. When the steamer sank, the body of Miss Palmer drifted from the ocean into the Straits and was washed ashore on the beach at her lover's home. He found the body among some driftwood and placed It In a boat and rowed across the Straits, bringing her home, as well as giving the first news of the wreck. Another strange thing was that of all the freight and bag gage on board, only a few articles came ashore, yet among them was a box con taining the negatives of photographs taken by the Canadian Pacific engineers In their preliminary surveys. They were returned to the company. Several bodies were found as far up as the Gulf of Georgia. Frank Campbell, sr., who ran a cigar store In Victoria for years, always hung a picture of the Pacific on the bulletin board In front of his store, when the date that she sank rolled round. The Great Queensland sailed with 569 persons for Melbourne, on August 5, 1876. She had a cargo of gunpowder which. It Is supposed, exploded, blowing the ship and passengers to pieces. Some of the wreckage was discovered a week after- ; wards, near FInlsterre. Her majesty's ship Eurydlce, a frigate training-ship, capsized near Ventnor, In March, 1878. About 828 officers and men were on board. Only one man was saved, who said: "The ship went down in a sud den squall. I was one of the last on board. I was an hour in the water, and, being a good swimmer, tried to save sev eral, but, finding four men were clinging to me and dragging me down, I had to kick them off." Just six months later the Princess Alice, with about 900 holiday excursionists, col lided with the Bywell Castle, and Immedi ately sank, nearly 700 people, mostly wom en and children, perishing. The Princess Alice, one of the largest saloon steamers and a great favorite on the Thames, was returning from Sheerness In the evening when the disaster occurred. October 10, 1882, near Sand IslantJ, faj -the Pescadores group. There were nepyV 150 persons on board, of whom only 23 were saved. Another disaster marked the course of the same year, the British An chor line steamer Roumanla being wrecked off Gronho, on the coast cf Portugal, on October 28, while on her way from Liver pool to Bombay. There were 115 peoplo on board, no less than 106 being drowned. The record of 1893 was peculiarly sad. The Mediterranean flagship Victoria sank by collision with the Camperdown, on June 22, Admiral Tryon, 22 officers and S60 men being drowned. The Union steamer Wal rarapa, from Sydney to Auckland, was wrecked on Great Barrier island, eff New Zealand, on October 29, 1S94, with a loss of 125 lives. "Wreck of the Elbe. Probably the most appalling wreck of re cent years was that of the North German Lloyd steamer Elbe, run Into by the Cra thle, on January SO, 1895, and when 331 lives were lost. The Elbe was on her way to New York, from Bremen, with 354 people on board. The Crathie which, It will bo remembered, cleared off immediately after 0, RARE "JANE-MARY"! WHY COMEST THOU OS EARTH TO BEGUILE MORTAL MAX? Be Merciful Unto Us, "Wretched Self Hero Worshipers That "We Arc, for We; Are at Your Feet. Jane-Mary Is endowed with that most precious gift of the gods charm, and charm Is Indescribable. Her eyes, full of llcVif n-r eVindow. na hfr mnnfln vnrv aro sweet to look Into. Her vpice is low, "an . ment, spoken or Implied, and who j cared ' nnf in Imrtroaa tm nrnrlrl 'Wltn their SDe- excellent thing In woman." Her mobile Mark Anthony. Rather, It was Cleopatra, high priestess, with swinging censer for their altars of self-hero worship, whom they adored through perfumed clouds of Incense that concealed her repulslveness. When Judith stood revealed, in all her beauty, at the door of her tent. It was probably her "Hall to the hero!" greeting that baited the fatal trap. And one can well believe that Delilah's lullaby to Sam son was a chant of his great deeds. Diana of Poleteurs and Madame de Malntenon are examples of this same power that outlives, or even dispenses with, beauty the power to erase self and minister to this almost universal weakness of mankind. Almost universal may seem a sweeping term. Objection may Be raised and many oxamples cited of austere, cynical men men who despised even deserved compli- ON ST. VALENTINE'S EVE not to Impress the world with their spe ln1 atvln rtf pen. But the fact I face, quickly responsive, as the talk varies i ms:ilns that, however rough the bark, or "from grave to gay, from lively to se- ftoueh the fiber, there Is pretty sure to bo a grain of this weakness at the heart, after all. , ' .. . Diogenes, prince of cynics, would, no doubt, have thrilled to hear some pretty vere, is most attractive. Mature nas Be stowed beauty of form and color on Jane Mary with no chary hand. Yet all these do not account for her charm. . MISCHIEVOUS PRASK BY CUPID DONEsOX LOVELORN MAIDEN. Finding: of Hidden Missive Works Discomfiture to City Youth, and Happiness to Country Swain. HE HAD QUITE CAUSE ENOUGH TO TURN WHITE. ml fl BWSBMmlSmL I j u M " i HSMii Mill 1 "WTiad's de matter wiv Mose Jackson?" "Deacon SmlfTs parrot roosted wlv his chickens, de odder night, an' Mose grabbed him by mistake, scared Mose so ho tunned white, an' he ain't got his color back ylt." New York Herald. De parrot yelled "Murder 1' an' It All Perished. The Sir John Lawrence, In 1S8G, with 736 passengers, foundered with all hands, after leaving port. The circumstances of the disaster are still shrouded in mystery, as no one survived, and none of the wreck age, was picked up. In the same year the Pearl and Kapunda sank, with nearly 1000 people. The following year, the two ships, Manchuria and Wah Yong. went down, with upwards of 00 Chinamen and Hindoos on board. One of the most peculiar accidents mat occurred at sea during the past few years was the breaking down of the starboard engine in the City of Paris, on her oyage from New York to Queenstown, on March 26, 1S90. The inflow of water was so great that the fires of the other engine were put out, and tho vessel was left helpless some distance off Queenstown, where she was due the next day. There were nearly 700 passengers on board, besides a crew of S70 hands. A lifeboat was launched and rowed to Queenstown. Help was obtained by the 2Sth lnst, and the City of Paris was then towed to port. In spite of the precarious condition In which the vessel lay for three days and nights In the ocean, not a single life was lost Out of 830 Italian emigrants and a crew of S) hands, nearly 600 were drowned by the sinking of the Utopia, which collided with the ironclad Anson, riding at anchor In the bay of Gibraltar, on March 17, 1S9L i The P. & O. steamer Bokhara sank on the collision, without giving tho slightest assistance to the sinking passengers and crew, was arrested at Rotterdam, where the court adjudged her solely responsi ble, and awarded $565,500 damages to tha North German Lloyd Company. June, 1895, was memorable in the annals of the sea for the loss of the Drummond Castle, of Ushant Captain W. Pierce, 103 of the crew and 147 passengers were drowned. The most perfect order pre vailed on the Ill-fated vessel after sha struck, and the officers and crew displayed the utmost heroism In saving the -women and children. In recognition of the kind ness of the inhabitants of Molene and of the very sympathetic village cure, a sub scription was raised fn England, with which a church clock and steeple were erected at Ushant and presents made to tho villagers. The melancholy record for 1897 Included the troopship Warren Hastings, which went down off the Isle of Reunion, and tha P. & O. steamer Aden, -wrecked off Soco tra, in the Indian ocean, with 92 of the passengers and crew, 45 lives being saved by the Mayo. La Bourgogne, a French liner, in 1S9S, bound from New York to Havre, going at great speed, 160 miles north of her true course, collided with the Cromartyshire off the coast of Nova Scotia. There w.ere 508 passengers on hoard, of whom 447 were drowned. Only one w oman was among the saved. Of the crew, 223, 119, Including the captain, perished. Turned Turtle. In the harbor of Tacoma, January, 18M, the ill-fated British sailing vessel Ande lana (four masted) turned bottom-side up during a gale. All of the ship's men were asleep at the time. The captain and 14 of the crew were drowned, the cook, who was ashore in Tacoma taking In "the sights," being the only survivor. The Pacific coast, so far. has heen for tunate in the matter of wrecks and loss ol life, that on the steamer Pacific being tha greatest loss of human beings ever occur ring on the coast, according to marine rec ords. One consolatory fact emerges from thesa distressing records. It is only In the rar est cases that the crews have not acted with coolness and courage, which reached their supremest expression In the case ol the Birkenhead. The case of La Bour gogne probably stands alone In the fact that while only 61 of the vessel's pas sengers were rescued, 104 members of the crew survived. Charges of cowardice and incompetency were sustained against tha officers and crew of La Bourgogne. An Ode to the Orgrnn. O hand-organ man, you brlrg to me My saddest moments of misery, ror there are times when your music seems A realization of dreadful dreams, And -vainly I seek to woo the muse T the 60und of your musical mltrallletws. Could I but reach you 1 nmy distress. When my pen is attuned to tenderness, There'd be one Italian less. There's the organ that squeaks Ilka a cornered rat; There's the organ that walls like an angry cat, The instrument old, with the pipe and reed A musical wanderer gone to seed While the newest organ a fierce affair Hurls bomba of harmony (7) e-verywhere. And, now that the popular taste Is low, And "coon songs" as freely as croton flow, When the love affairs of the colored race Aro filling a-mcat abnormal space, Till what was music Is turned to trash And musical taste has gone to smash. When nothing but "ragtime" the crowds enjoy, And cupld's changed to a negro boy, I'm sure, dear reader, that you can see Why the organ man Is too much for me. liue Vernon. A merely pretty woman is always sure of her audience and her meed of admira tion up to a certain point. Jane-Mary easily carries one beyond that point. Her beauties become, on closer acquaintance, simply a background, not much consid ered, or regarded as so many accessories to her mystical, untranslatable charm. When she enters a room, with free, rhythmic step and bids a visitor welcome, that room Is at once vibrant with grace, dignity and womanly sweetness, and that visitor falls a happy victim to her en chantment. It is something of personal loveliness, something of manner; but, more than all, It is the direct, frankly in terested look of her eyes Into your own, the while you fall'unconsciously to talking of yourself who are not wont to do so, and. Indeed, count it but bad taste. And Yet? Your hopes, jour fears and ambitions are paraded unblushlngly before those soft, confidence-Inviting eyes. Your spirit is soothed and elevated, and your ardent bent for unscalable heights Is strength ened. You leave Jane-Mary, in short, with a resolve to dare and do all that may become a man; also, with a soul-satisfying sense of being appreciated for once and. yet? What heart-stirring Ideal did Jane-Mary I proclaim with those softly-curling scarlet lips? What grand new theory formulate for your guidance? Bethink you well I 'Twas Just her heaven-given capacity for "golden silence," for self-obliterating, rapt attention, that inspired you so, above and beyond your ordinary self. It needed not that she should clamorously urge you to go forth and win your spurs. She simply and sin cerely showed her Interest in your well being; her confidence In the ultimate best of all good you -would compel and are 6ure to obtain from fortune. Perhaps a well-timed note of encouragement or sym pathya sweet-throated accompaniment to you basso profundo thrilled you dearly and touched exquisitely the ego chords or being. No doubt it Tva3 so. For Jane-Mary has the finest of all gifts for those who would be charming. The happiest ways of speaking, or of keeping silence are her very own by birth and cultivation. If, chameleon-like, she "takes on" the color, a shade of color indicated in any given case. It Is not that she is lacking In Individuality, or permanence of quality. She Is possessed of these In due proportion. But, like an artist, she poses her subject at his very best, from tho most desirable point of vlow. Like a mu sician, she kes his nature, in an ascend ing scale, to its noblest harmonies. What masculine man lives who does not doff hat and plume (mentally), and kneel, with old-time grace, to a woman of tho genus Jane-Mary? She is rare, but "when found, make a note on't." She Is adorable. O Men, O Men! For weal or for woe. Jane-Mary's Influ ence is all powerful, from Eve downward. For, If "man Is no hero to his valet," he Is one to himself as a rule. Even Dusty Rhodes Is vainglorious In his line, and fondly imagines that he gets a better re turn for doing nothing and kicks up a livelier dust than his fellows. Cleopatra did not "get a pull" on tho greatest men of her time through her beauty alone. That must, she well knew, be merely Incidental to conquest. With all the world of men, even down to the pres ent day, amazed at the charm that "age could not wither, nor custom stale," the solution is of the simplest Jane-Mary praise the shape of his tub. And how do we know that St. Anthony was not stirred inwardly with a great delight, when the tempting nymphs paid such a tribute to his exalted purity? As for Ulysse3, beyond a peradventure, the burden of the sirens' enchanting song was: "Oh, rest thee here in pleasure, after thy great, thy noble deeds of valor!" No wonder he must needs be lashed to the mast, or never again behold his faith ful Penelope. On far less occasion men have forsaken wife, home and station, and like the deluded children who follow ed the Pied Piper, have lost themselves forever. So it has been from the beginning and shall continue to be to the end. Yet, it is most fortunately true that no man is a loser by falling under the spell of some sweet Jane-Mary, whose impulse is to promote the good within him, and not a to lead the simple fellow away after false lights. M. C. BELL. Getting: Acquainted. The family had occupied the dwelling ahout a day and a half, and the mistress thereof was putting a carpet down in the sitting-room, when there was a ring at the door bell. She hastened to the front door and opened it. A smiling woman greeted her. "Good morning," said the caller. "This Is Mrs. Murkley, I presume." Yes." "I am Mrs. Pergallup, your next-door neighbor." "Glad to see you. Will you come In?" "Thanks. I believe I will step In for a little while." "You will And us all torn up, of course. We haven't hegun to get things In shape yet." "Now, don't you apologize, Mrs. Mur kley. I know all about this thing of moving." "It's an awful Job, Isn't It?" "Terrible. I sometimes tell Mr. Pergal lup I'd almost rather have a spell of sickness than to move. Two moves are about as bad as a fire. Well, I thought I'd drop in and get acquainted. Could you lend me a cupful of coffee?" Chicago Tribune. Cleopatra, queen of Egypt, queen of love and beauty, who so besotted Caesar and "When a Feller's Stubbed His Toe. Did ye ever pass a youngster et'd been an' stubbed his toe. An' was cryln' by the roadside, sorter quiet like an' plow, A-holdln' of his dusty foot, all hard ar brown an' bare. An tryln to keep from, his eyes th tears that's gatherln there? Ye hear him sorter sobbln' like, an' enufflln' of his nose, An' je stop an pat his head an sorter try to ease his woes. To treat him sorter kind like, an' the fust thing that ye know He's up an' oft an smlhn' clean forgot he stubbed his toe; Ye'r never sure yerself, an' th' ain't no earthly way to know Jos' when it's goln' to come yer turn to trip an' stub yer toe; Today ye'r emllln', happy. In the bright sun' light an' glow, An' tomorrow e'r a-shlverln' an' ye'r strug- glln' through the snow. Jes th' time ye think ye've got th' world ta' fastest In yer. grip Is th -very time ye'll find et yer th' likeliest to slip; An It's mighty comfortin' to have some feller stop. I know, It was not An' comfort ye and try to help "ye when ye've stubbed jer toe. Bismarck Tribune. As this Is near the season when birds are said to choose their mates-, x will tell a little story of a valentine, which hap pened a few years age, when these tender missives were more in fashion and in favor than at present, and when the lady in the parlor received an exquisite $19 bouquet. with a dainty scented note hidden In its depths, with no more pleasure than her maid in the kitchen found a curiously cut and folded sheet of foolscap, Inscribed with hearts and darts, tucked under the basement door. But this Incident of which I write trans pired In the country, where people never pay for flowers any more than they de for the fresh air they breathe, and where the maiden of the parlor is frequently the maid of the kitchen also, and loses nothing of beauty, health, or attractive ness by the part she-"plays there. "I do wonder If I shall have a valen tine tomorrow," whispered Kate Linnet to her confidential friend, Daisy Moore. "I have never had one In my life, and I think Its about time." About time. Indeed! The little maiden had seen some 17 summers had worn long dresses all of two years, and had a part of her restless curls restrained by a comb for half of that time. How It came that she never had had a valentine was a mystery, for she looked pretty and co quettish enough to have had a hundred. It was In the early part of the even ing, at a small social gathering, that she made thef above remark to Daisy as they sat on a sofa together, and Daisy smiled as she answered. Showed All the Symptoms. "I think you will have one, Katie, for Fred, shut himself up In his room all yesterday, after ehurch In the morning, and when I stole In to see what he was about, I found a great many scraps ef paper littering the floor; hia hair stuek out In all directions; his eyes were la a frenzy roHing, and he stared at me in a strange way. He tried to conceal his oc cupation,' but I s' cured a few of the fragments, and If J can read writing cor rectly, the name of somebody appeared more than once. Very pretty rhymes don't you think so? Kate, mate, fate, wait, gre " "Oh, hush, please!" cried Katie, putting her hand up to the mischievous mouth of the speaker, a .blush, quick as thought, mantling her cheeks, until her very curls, out of pity to her confusion, seemed to droop lower over the lovely face. At this instant, Just as the blush had heightened her beauty to the utmost, Frederick Moore appeared at the door, and, as she looked up, she met his gaze of evident admiration. Daisy was looking sharply at her, In the hope of discovering Just how much Influence her brother had over the emotions of her friend; she had a secret thought that it would be the most delightful thing in the world for the two to chance to fall in love with eaoh other, and had "begun to suspect that net wishes were in a fair way to fulfillment. Katie would not have been true to the lnsticts of a young maiden if she bad not covered that flush by a manner of un usual gravity, so that, when Fred had paid his respects to the hostess, and coma directly over to where they were sitting, She welcomed him with a dignified bow and called him "Mr. Moore," with unusual propriety. She was not going to allow Daisy to suppose that she was so much flattered by the hint about the valentine. Indeed, the faster her heart beat and the happier It grew, beneath the lovellght plainly dis cernible In the dark blue eyes, whose glances sought her own, the more formal grew her demeanor. The party was given by the hostess in honor of the return of her son a young gentleman who had been away for a year or two, doing business In the city, and who, of course, whenever he paid hia mother a visit, elicited the envy and Ill will of the men by his new coat and new manners, and, per contra, the admiration of the girls through the same means. This young gentleman, Alfred French by name, surveyed bis mother's guests with a critical eye, and came to th conclusion that Mies Katie was the love liest girl in the room, and that she was looking peculiarly charming that even ing, in a new light-'blue silk and pearl necklace, which set off the transparent fairness and bloom of her complexion. Appropriates Katie. He was not the only one who thought her so, and he saw that he vexed Fred Moore almost to anger by the assured manner In which he appropriated all the smiles of Miss Kate, asking her hand for nearly every dance, and giving no ona a chance so much a3 to hand her a sand wich at supper. The little flirt saw, also, how fretted her old admirer was, and took delight in adding fuel to tho flame of his discon tent. In short, she favored Mr. French so much that many took notice of It, and that gentleman himself felt exceedingly flattered and, after the company had dis persed, late as It was, he sat up and concocted, by the aid of Bryon and Moore, a very fine valentine, which was dis patched to Miss Linnet the next morning, with a rosebud and a sprig of myrtle, which he stole from his mother's stand of planta. Katie laughed over the effusion and placed It on a conspicuous part of the center-table, that the sight of it might torment Fred, when he called that even ing, as she hoped he weuld do. She ex pected a valentine from him, but none came. Thrice that day she sent to the post office; there was nothing for her. Every time there was a ring at the doorbell, her heart fluttered against her silken bodice. Night came bed time and no valen tine. Katie cried herself to sleep. She had offended him by her levity the pre vious evening; he would never forgive her. It was wrong of her, when they were as good as engaged, although no words had passed. Thus she said to herself, until her sobs were lost in slumber. The next morning she arcse more hope ful. Fred would come and forgive her and she would be very kind. But he did not cone. Mr. Trench old; and iM mors devoted than over. A week paoaed, and Tt& tend not been near nar. Svery dnjr ". nch had visited her. and now n had wwwod and she had. practically accepted bint. How it came afemt she could nnrtry ten. sne knew that vanity roM him. and spite and vexation herself, yet ho tend made an avowal of love and she tend mailed upon It. She went up to her room almost heart broken after he had mid good-night, and threw herself upon fn bed In an agony of tears. She knew she bad been making a feel of herself, making heweif eternally miserable, jnet to mortify a man who had slighted her tha only man she loved, er ever, ever could lovof The Valentine. As she flung herself upon the htd, some thing rustled In the pocket Jtor dress. She wore tho Mentic&I Mne sBfc had put it on pwrposely to took banntUui hi Mr. French's eyas. What was It? It was a new dress, and she had pat no pnnsr in her pockot that she reco lectod. Smneth ng like an Intuition of the truth ftoahsd upon her. She rose up and drew front the peeket a letter ym', with tho seal un broken, and m a well-known handwriting There was the valentine, slyly supped into its receptacle upon 3t Valentines eve, on the supposition that she would nnd It when she returned home teem the party. It wag a manly, etoauent offer ef hand and heart, and not written in poetry from Fred Moore, desiring her. If she favored his suit, to- give him Just tho least little line of acceptance on the following day Ah! how the xlad smiles fleshed through her team , how the warm color Hooded her face and bosom as she hid them for a moment In her pillow, all alone though she was. But she wan engaged to -another man, or nearly so' She grew as pale as she had heen rosy at the thought. But, being a girl of decision of character sha wrote two missives before she put out her lamp that night. One was to Frederick, explaining her I silence, asking bis forgiveness, and hint ing sweetly at bow much she thought oc him. The other was to Mr Alfred French, and was efenpty a copy of Mm. Browning's "Lady's Yes": Ye, I aMswer'd yen. test atgMi; "No" tfcta montlBfr, etev I sari Colors aeN. ay MiwenllijIH Win Mt toek the mm hy ear-. '"When the vMs siey'd tnahr see. Lamps above, and hmsiw lalsw Love e attended Khe a net. Fit for yes or nt for so. Yet the stn it on us Vats Thne to daaee to Not to woo "Wooer Hgttt makes fickle teeth If Mr. French was movtlned at receiving the missive, he concealed Ms feelings by hurrying buck to the city. Xats and Fred are very happy m their "beautiful country home among the hills of San Lenndro BLLA Y. HBNNBBKRRY. KATE FIELD'S LOVER. Eugene Field's Famons Joke Played TJpen the Gllted Writer. Editor Konlsaat. of th Chicago Times Herald, tells a funny story o the delight Bugene Field took In tenstos; Kate Field, and how vexed she would be at the pranks he was continually ptaytng upon her. "But the story that broke Kate Field's heart was written by Gene, when she was in Spain, writing up the Spanish in 1396. It was one of the most ingenious and sensational fakes ever sprung on the pub lic," said Mr. Kohlsnat, to the Denver Post, recently. "The thing purported to be a special from a correspondent In Madrid. Having first, in delicate fashion, announced that the Duke of Matano had Offered his hand to Miss Field, and had been accepted. Gene proceeded with the thrilling episode he had dreamed out. " 'Miss Field,' he wrote, 'one day arrayd herself brilliantly In a lovely silk costume, in which red and yellow, Spain's colors, largely predominated. She was to attend the bullfight with her lover.' The arrival of Matano and his ducal equipage, splen did attire and ceremonious attentions to his fiancee, were here elaborately set forth. Miss Field, in her gorgeous robes, accom panied the duke to the Plaaa del Toros " 'Arrived at the plaaa,' continued the waggish writer, 'the ehiko found the as semfclange so large that be would not deign to mingle with the crowd that poured In at the main entrance, but bribed those in charge of the arena to let him pass through it with hte bride-to-be It was an Innovation that took the people by storm. The haughty courtier, escorting; the lovely girl, the mingled glitter and gleam of his glided trappings and her silk en draperies enraptured the great multi tude that sat about the vast amphitheater. " 'In this Imposing manner the duke, his Inamorata and his retinue traversed tho entire diameter of the arena. The first bull had not yet been brought In, and Miss Field and the duke were, for the time being, the whole attraction. Just as the duke made ready to assist his lady over the barricade a wild cry rang out from the throng, a shout of terror, not oC applause. Through some mistake a bull had been admitted to the arena too soon, and, glimpsing Miss Field's dress, rushed for her in headlong rage. " 'Miss Field shrieked and fainted with terror, but the strong arms of the duke thrust her quickly over the barrier, where a hundred hands stretched upward to re ceive her limp figure. Her lover, how ever, had no time to save himself, ana in the next Instant the horns of the in furiated bull were buried In his vitals.' "Well," said Mr. Kohlsnat. "this story was copied everywhere, and the sympathy of the world went out to the lovely Amer ican, who lost her lover In this tragic man ner. " 'Only the other day, said Miss Field to me a short time before her death, 'a, young lady came to me and said: "Oh, Miss Field, I have longed to meet you and tell wou how deeply I have sympa thized with you in the loss of your lover over In Spain, that splendia follow who" and she was much frosen with astonish ment when I eut her off and said "Rats!' ' They Sized Him Up. A very simple statement proved very un fortunate to a savings institution in the rural district recently. An saltar. In writ ing of the Institution ta his paper, said. "The president Is a very tnft man; the cashier is short." And m less than an bene the excited de pesHers were asking. "Sow ntueh? How much 7" Atlanta HE LAUGHS BEST WHO LAUGHS LAST. & - f nSS o. .t" nmwiN xiEZm ws&r7ttrML i m-JF l i-a- v,r u?& x3U'tc iss r-c.i V V ' r V Venhusnnf V 3 aW T 0 Z"SS "Ul "JSu ..04&1tLmS- nl nrtn n unnnn m ny) &k vAI MT' M Fuanyt Mnvon't oontl" (Bread smiles), HVhcro the ccc (Ha? HaT) 7s tkRt- (Hal H? Ha? 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