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THE LOST SQUAD By HERMAN WH1TAKER CopuriuU. 1M, by Herman H'hitakcr -j-llE low fog swept through the I I Golden Gate and ovor the Coast I I range, transforming the sunlit J vistas of San Francisco bav into a drab inferno in which lost steam ers shrieked their despair. Out on Lime point a steam siren bellowed strav coasters to got into the proper channel. and up the harbor the Goat island fog horn wailed dismally to passing forry- boats. Along the water front craft of all kinds, from the ocean liner to the stern wheel river steamer, splashed helplessly, raising a very carnival of noise, while their anxious masters pray ed to the harbor gods for a safe land ing. After sundown the ferry light on gaged In a red struggle with the sti fling mist. The cable cars clanked and clattered up Market street. Hashing yol low winks through the encircling fog. and the brilliantly lighted saloons ex tended an elcetric welcome to shivering pedestrians, competing for public favor with the restaurants, whose clouded windows veiled tempting delicacies from the unlicensed eye. Dob Ilalliday, reporter for the Morn ing Times, turned out of Market street and walked briskly along Montgomery street, praying to all the gods of jour nalism that something might turn up lie was out on a roving commission, which means that the Times was short of live local uews for the next morn ing's issue and had sent out its "star man hustling for a thrill to serve up with eggs and toast at San Francisco's breakfast table. As yet Ilalliday had failed to corner even the ghost of a sen sation. Nothing capable of being work ed into a 'story" had crossed his path that day. Passing Jackson street with out even a glance, he struck into the tangle of North Beach and dropped into substation No. 4. A grizzled cap tain stood at the desk blotting an en try. while from the "tanks" issued the harsh scream of the female drunk whose sins were being written in the book of doom. The reporter uodded a good evening. "Anything extra?" he asked. The captain shook his head with a uon t bother air and caret ully exam ined the entry. The reporter stared, lie was accustomed to the idiosyncra sies of a hundred different kinds of men. but this particular officer had al ways been talkative to the extern ol boredom. His journalistic nose sniffed the air. Something wrong in the police department evidently perhaps a scan dal! Might be a "scoop" in it for the Morning Times. He stepped outside . and peered through the window. "Old mau looks serious." he mut tered. "I'd belter stay awhile." He walked back into the station. "Think 111 sit down and rest." he said, secretly noting the captain's annoyed look. - "Been trotting all day. Besides, some thing may drop in. Have a cigar?" "Thanks." I The telephone bell rang sharply. The captain started. "Nerves." thought the reporter. "Didn't know a policeman was sup posed to have any." The officer stood at the phono with the receiver to his ear. He was trying to look unconverned. but his brow puck ered into a heavy frown. "Hello:" he answered. "Nothing yet? Well, keep a sharp lookout. Foley, and telephone if you hear anything." "Water front post." muttered the re porter. "That's promising." For a weary half hour he held up his end of a conversation, but the captain answered in monosyllables. A long ash hung from his cold cigar, but he still gripped it between his teeth, puffing nervously. Looking up suddenly from the contemplation of the otlice rules, the journalist caught the ollicer regard ing him stealthily. "Say:" the captain burst out. "Want a scoop?' "I'll take oue with you." "Well, if you'll hold back the news till the paper goes to press you can have it all to yourself. But promise if the thing comes out all right you say nothing." "It's a go." The captain nodded his satisfaction Yhe reporter's word was better than his paper's bond, and the officer knew It He relit his cigar, blew a thick cloud and began to speak. "Two hours ago." he said, "the night reliefs went out under Sergeant Cvt man. He was to post them on his way down, gather in the last man. and yon know the water front beat?" Ilalliday signitied his knowledge. "Well, he v. as to piek up the last man there and raid a sailors' boarding house on his way lick. Some shang hailing then last nilit." "Some tough places along there." commented the other. "Two hours ago." continued the cap tain, looking at his watch, "he ponied Foley on that beat. He's not been scn or heard of since. And. what' ;.n.:e twelve patrolmen have disappeared with him." "Ph-e-e-e-w!" whistled Ilalliday. "What's become of 'em?" "Wish I knew. I don't want to re port to the central olliee while there's a ghost of a show of their turning up Crossnian's a careful ollicer. with a good record. I'll give him till 12 o'clock." The two men sat cheek by jowl and smoked heavily all evening. Business was a little slack at the station. A pa rade uptown had drawn off the floating population, and the captain's lamb were being gainereu nuu umn iom While they waited the reporter j... i ' curios ti.'es of the rise of the Four Hundred, but the captain heard them not. His mind busily tracking thirteen shadowy policemen tl. rough forty and ne probable catastrophes. When the station clock struck twelve he pulled his feet off the table, rose and stretched himself. "The story's up to you." he said, ''but doift forget to say a word for me." STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE OF A SQUAD OF POLICE. JERGEANT AND TWELVE MEN SPIR ITED AWAY. NO TRACE OF Till-: MISSING MEN The front page of the Morning Times created a furore in the cafes and re duced the city editors of four leading dailies to despair. Thirteen stalwar policemen, the pride of San Francisco s police force, of an average weight of !'.)." pounds, had melted Into thin air, n ml not even a narasrranh touching the ----- - manner of their g,oing' Scooped utterly For the customary nine days the lost squad occupied the public mind to the exclusion of all other matters. The president of a South American repub lie arrived unheralded and departed un known, and a passing earthquake hai! to be content with a scanty paragraph 'n the dailies. The raided boarding house was gutted completely without yielding a trace of the missing men The police would have liked to question its proprietor, but he had folded his tent and departed in the night, and the house itself was being remodeled into a saloon. Every conceivable theory was exploited. Innumerable false clews wen tracked Into the blind alleys whence they had issued, and at length the police acknowledged themselves battled and gave up the search. San Francisco went Its course, eating and drinking, marrying and burying, until the lost suuad remained, even in tho mind of Ilalliday. only as a dim mem ory of a giant scoop. One fine November day, about a year and a half after, ilalliday was crossing from the ferry building to the north side of Market street. A transport from the Philippines had just docked. and his mind was busily engaged in transmitting the news of the voyage into a story. A cable car bore down upon him. but he skipped nimbly away, dodged under the nose of a dray horse and plumped square Into the arms of a big man. "I beg your pardon:" he ejaculated. "No matter, sorr; no matter." The voice had a familiar ring. Turn ing suddenly, he looked right Into the man's eyes. A flush deepened the brick red of the fellow's cheek. Facing about, he walked rapidly up Sacramen to street. "Evidently a sailor," thought Ilalli day. "Sea legs bother him yet.' He followed at a safe distance, trying to place the man. Where had he seen hmi before? Looked something like a po liceman lie had once known. But that rolling gait? Absurd: Besides, Hen nessey had left the force: gone to Ore gon: .no: mat was nevnu: uy ,iove: Hennessey belonged to the lost squad. Quickening his pace, he overtook the sailor, who was turning down Sansome street. ; By jiminy. it is Hennessey!" he ox- elaimri. "He's making for North Beach. Ilis folks live that way- or diil." Putting on a spurt, he ran along side the man and elapiod him on tho shoulder. "How are you. Hennessey? I didn't know you." The sailor jumped. "Ye have the ad- vantige av me. sorr. he replied, but ins eyes told another tale. Bats.' Come along, Hennessey, and have something. Where' ve you been? What's become of the boys? Tell us all about it." i Who're ye Ilinnissyin'?' asked the sailor indignantly. "What maggot s ... .... ..... l.i.l ) 5tnilli'v: mti .iil j. till; uiw ,iiii ihji . name. ".lack Smith may be your name now. but vour name was Hennessey last time I saw you. Come. Hennessey." he said iK'rsuasively. "You're not In fear of the law. Tell me the story. There's a gold eagle in it for you." "Twinty dollars?" "Twenty dollars." "Ye'll make it twlnty-five?" "All right." "Ilinnissey it Is. then. Glad to see ye again, sorr. Ye'll excuse me not know In' ye. but there's things a man hates worse than hehf pinched by the law." "Namely?" "Bern" made a guy av." They turned into a saloon, and the ex policeinan settled himself comfortably In a corner. "Ah!" A gentle sigh es caped from his lips, and lie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "The first -Jthame In nigh on two years. An other? Thank ye. I will. Here's look In at ye: An' ye want to hear It from the beginnitf? . Phwat was the lasht wurrd ye had av the squad?" "Sergeant Grossman was to post the reliefs and raid a crimp's den on his way uptown." "Bight. An' may the foul fiend fly away with that same crimp: Ye'll mebbe riniimber, sorr, as I was on tho water front beat? Manny's the bit av news yo've got from me there." The reporter nodded. "Well." filling his pipe, "ye'll have a match on ye? Thanks. As I was say In. Crossman picked me up last an, accordin' to orders, proceeded to interview that same crimp. We pulls up in the sthreet anint the house, an Crossman bangs the door wld his club. " 'Come down, ye limb av Sathan" he roars. Ye'll riniimber the sarglnt? A divil to swear. 'Come down, Beelze bub.' he says, 'afore I smash the door: " 'Begone wid ye'' says a cracked voice out av a bedroom windy. 'Ye drhunkin hates.' says the voice, 'he gone afore I j lis the polls!' An with that a b.'isin av dirhty slops disci tided on Crossnian's head. Such a hulla baloo: Ye might have heard the sarglnt iur twinty blocks. He near batthered down the door In his rage, an' small blame to him. for he was highly scint ed. - "Prisintly a little man. innocent as ye plaze. opens the door. 'Wurroo!' ho howls. "An was it a noble sargiut av the polis the dirty rascals emptied their vjops on? Me house is shamed: he hol lers. 'Thini sailor varmints 'II pack this very night.' he says. " 'We'll pack 'em for ye, ould skin flint!' replies Crossman. 'It's to the ' tanks ye'll go. me lad. Where's thim saiiors ye've shamefully shanghaied? Where are they, ye son av Sathan?' "Thin the old fellow breaks down. 'An' ye'll have mercy av an' ould' " 'Divil! says the sarglnt. " 'He'll si ow ye the min ye're a fiber.' whines the ould boy. "'Lead on, Mefifsthoples,' says Cross man, 'an' we'll conshider av yor cast?. Mebbe we'll be aflher Iettin' ye off wid twinty years.' "'Thank ye. replies the crimp. 'I'll riniimber yer kuidness all the days av me life. Wan good turn desarves an other.' says he. "'Keep the change,' answers Cross- man, mighty polite, 'an' show iw the min. "Could I struggle wid another? I'll try me best. Yer health, sorr! Rcturu in' to me sthory. the father av sin leade ns along a passage mighty dark, wid all manner av thruck lyin round. W' bruk our shins, bumped our heads an swore magnificent. Thin lie throws open a door. " 'Here, noble captain,' he says, 'are the min ye're afther. An' don't be for glttin yer promise.' " 'Twinty years,' answers Crossman. 'Ye'll get it, me lad.' He turned one av the min wid his I'm. 'Come in, bhoys,' lie says. 'We'll have to pack 'em out av this.' "We filed in. an' I was the last in side. The door slammed behint me with a noise av i under. '"Phat did ye do that for?' says Crossman. sharp. " I didn't.' says I. " Ye did." says lie. 'Open the door!' "'It's glad l"d be to do that same. I says, 'but there's sarcunistances be yond me conthrol, says I, 'which pre vints. It's locked!' says I. Murder! Yo should have heard him swear. He banged the door till it rung. " 'Iron,' tie says whin he'd tired av the divarshlon. 'Come this way, bhoys. Now, all together!' Well, sorr, a ton av San Francisco polls hit that door wid a bang that would 'a smashed a football team, but ne'er a quiver. "'Trapped!' hollers the sarglnt. 'Hii ..!. t... - If Ml 1 nissey, ne says, -i u nave yu (lis charged.' " 'This minit, sargint.' I answers, if it plaze ye.' For I shmelt a quare shnioll, sweet an' sickenin', an" I was thinkin' I'd niver see Biddy Ilinnissey any more. urroo ! It was powerful like forty drug stores, on'y shtronger. Thin me head began to go round an' round. " 'Holy slunoke!' says Crossman. 'Chloroform! May tho Lord have mer cy on ye, Ilinnissey!' Til en ho keeled over an lay quiet. 1 ho min banged about, gastrin' an' cliokin' an fallin' over one another for awhile. Thin the ..I.J . . - . ... . , , 1 1 MUUU KOI llllO mo lungs, an 1 IOUOWS the sargint's lead an shlapes quiet as n babe." The reporter's pencil raced over his paper. "Have another." he said, "while I catch up." "Thank ye, I will so." said Hennes sey. "Here s to that old crimp! May the divil soon get him!" "Well, what happened next?" "Sorra a thing I rimiinber till I hears n voice roariir" hi mo ear an' a big fi:t lands In me ribs. 'Get up. Jack Smith!' says the voice, 'love had time to shlapo off yer drink.' wrran, no aisy, ninny: l says. Thought I was in me bed at homo. Yer list's gettin' powerful heavy, me "-la' lie want to hvar it Jrom Ihv hujin- nlnT girl. Get out wid yer Jack Smiths. I grummeti wunout opening mo eyes, 'or it's coinbin' yer hair wid the poker I'll be!' "Thin a trig list landed on mo nose. 'I'll tnehe ye to cheek yer ollicer.' says tho voice. Be the roil av Moses, sorr. I jumps up lightin' mail, but tho sight I seed tuk all the grit out av me. "I was in the middle av a dirty little room lined wid bunks all round. It was dark an' gloomy, an' be the light av a slush lamp I saw a dozen min sit tln' with the legs av thim danglln' from the bunks. A big man stood over mo wid raised fist. " 'Tumble up,' he says, 'Jack Smith.' " 'An' I'd bo glad to do that same,' says I. 'An' I know what it manes.' For I riiiln t like his looks. He was powerful big, hairy an' savage lookin'. " 'Git!' lie says. " 'Now, then.' I replies, 'yo'ro sphak In' American.' I got. Up a ladder I stumbles, wid the man afther me hot foot, an', belave me, whin I got to the top I nearly fainted from surprise. 1 rubbed me eyes an' hung on to a rope to keep frmn fallin'. Water, water ev erywhere, an' a-pitchin an' a-tossln', gray in the distance like the clouds, an' black close by, with a spharklo av froth on the crist av each wave. The big masts rose straight above an' made me dizzy to look up, with the little round tops av thins sllppin' acrost the sky; the wind whistled mournful through tht? riggin', an' the heave av the vessel turned me sick at me stum mick. t; "Swab thim decks. Jack Smith,' says the big man. Mate he was. sorr, an' a harrd man. but I wasn't goiif to knuckle down widout a struggle. "Mack Smith yerself.' says I. 'Hin nlssey's me name; B 41 av the San Francisco polis force; a good man, be the same token, an' no tarry sailor. Put me ashore, yo blathorin' ruffian,' I continued, 'that I may resume me pub lic duties.' lack Smith's yer name,' says the man. ac ; smith av l ie sum l'ouy .. .... i i Ann. two days out from Frisco on a throe years' wlialln' cruise.' Then tie smiles pleasant an' fetches me a clip betwixt the eyes av me. Jack Smith lot it lie. says I whin i lit. it i' . me emotion nati suosiiiueti a nine, its int ognhilo I'm trawliif this v'yige, but if iver I catch ye in San Francisco I'lf- " 'Yo may do that same,' says the 3 mate, 'an' welcome, but for the prisinl ve'll take ver watch, ye son av a sea cook!' "An .lack Smith it was for better nor a vear. We sailed to the north, an' manny's the fat whales w sthruck. an terrible the storms wo weathered bo the grace av God. Mountains av ice sailed past us. an' sometimes tho decks was covered wid snow an' ice. But av that I'll say notion'. Whin winter come on we laid up in a northern port. Tho nixt season the luck followed us ag'in, for be the summer was past we'd n full ship an' pulled for home." "Didn't you see anything of Cross man or tho other boys?" asked tho re porter. "Crossman I saw, but tho divil an eye did I set on tho others. A shanghaied sailor's gin'rilly stripped for a long v'yige. an there's little doubt the squad's scattered from Japan to Jeru salem. This was tho way av me set in' Crossman. Whin a day's run home ward bound we sighted a whaler, an' she signaled us to take her letter."-. The weather beiu' line an' tho sea calm, we run right nboord of her. 1 was on V lookout an sees a big tarry sailor s;;.' in' over the side. " TlinnissVy. be my father's b .r -! he hollers. 'Ilinnissey!' he roars nboord an' raport to yer supheK r ci cor. I'm minded.' says lie. to s'.uit; -. - nboord tills here vessel while I n;a'.: me raport in Frisco.' "'Sargint Crossman.' I answer . s.i'i an calm, dissiinbling me aston! -'.luiiiit 'Sargint Crossman. ye may : to hades. I'm for makin me own i.,: r: to Biddy Ilinnissey. I'll give yer be-t rispicts.' I continues, very polite an' pleasant, 'to yer wife. "'Come aboord. ye villin.' he roars, 'or ye'll be tried for iiishuborriinntion!' "'I'll tell yer wife.' says 1. soft an sweet, 'as ye were loM in a bad sthorin; also that ye're spliced to an Eskimo woman. It's married she'll be afore ye arrive home.' " 'Ye wouldn't do that. Ilinnissey?' he says, grinnin like the lady wid her head in th- ilon's mouth. N". Ilinnis sey. me ;:ori f l it ml. ye wouldn't do that? Faith an I would. says I firmly. 'An, what's more.' I says. 'I'll have the crimp killed afore ye s. e Frisco.' " 'Ye will not. replied Crossman. con fident. -i v. ::; ' "'Xiv'r.' vjy-t he. grinning, an' jut then a '. i- man jumps into the riggin an' hai! u e. "NoU-. captain.' he howls. 1 appale to ye for the redress av me wrongs an a pa brut, say-- iige home. I have bin.' he whines, liy vhaiighaied. Whin captured.' I..-. 'U' plyin me lawful thrade ;iv in oymiut agint in San I-rancKoy harbor I was. Even this omhadauu.' poiuiiu' at Crossman. 'will bear me out in that.' "The gintteuian.' says Crossman. pullin' away at his pipe, 'will ltelave " 'As I tolt ye.' wint on the little man. 'I delivered a cargo of drunken sailors aboord this voss'l. Then, afther bein enticed into the fo'castle on the pritince av samplin' some rale Irish, I was.' he screams, sandbagged an' was two days out afore I k'em to.' "'The man what did it claimed as ye shanghaied him on a former v'yige.' says Crossman, winkin' at me. '"He lies, noble captain!' yells the crimp. 'He lies! Its the dogs life they're Ioadin' me. It's kick an cuff all over this tloatin' hell from dawn to dark:' "'Crossman: I hails, spittin' on me hands. " 'Ilinnissey:' says he. " 'Hit him wan for me! I'll tell yer wife ye're gettin' thin mournin' afther tier.' " "Did ho hit him?" inquired Ilalliday "Did he!" echoed Hennessey enthu siastically. "Did he!" And thus it was that Ilalliday got lost his second great scoop on the squad. CURTAIN CALLS. The Code In ;tujiiiiv Differ From That In Thi Country. "There is an unwritten code of eti quette among actors in regard to cur tain calls that appears to differ widely in different countries," says a St. Louis man. "A friend of mine was recently tell ing me about the custom that ootains in this respect in certain theaters and opera houses in dermaii cities, aim from what he savs it is exactly the re verse of what It Is here. Over there the star or leading player takes the first curtain call alone. If there Is a second curtain call the star and associ ate player of the opposite sex appear together on the stage to respond to it. and should a third call from the au dience be given the entire company ap pears in answer to it. The customs of our stage gene'-aliy reverse this proce dure. Among us the first curtain call Is responded to by the entire company, the second bv three or four or live of tlie principal players, the third by the leading man :;iid woman alone, and then If there are more by the star or leading player. "This Is of course dealing with the subject in a general way and consider ing the circumstances as those which may ordinarily obtain. Where two or throe players only are concerned in the scene that brings the applause. why, naturally the other ineinbrra of the company would have no part in the responses.' St. Louis Globe-Dem ocrat. Crlcketn In Jnnnn. There is a large green cricket, larger than our native variety, of which the children in Japan are fond. It is sold in cunning little bamboo cages In booths on the streets and is loved for Its cheery chirp. Several varieties of tree crickets are pure while, coming at different times of the year. Some have a note so loud and Insistent that to have two or three playing their fiddles In a garden at once makes a noise almost deafening, while a species that comes late In the fall has an ex- qulslto nolo like the quick ringing of a binaii ueu, I, ii Inherited. "What a cool and indifferent air Miss Frappay has! She acts just as if she didn't know that anybody was looking at her." 'Yes; she Inherits that. Her mother used to bake pancakes In the whitlow of a quick lunch restaurant." Cleve land Plain Dealer. SIBERIA L WINTER. ARCTIC COLD AND ICINESS REIGN FOR FOUR MONTHS. YlittllvtiMtnk Then In Pror.cn Stiff, n Yt'urltl of Illaek- mul Deadly 1'roKt. The Wny Pr07.cn Pood Im Displayed In the Ilnwnnr CoitMf&lcdtcc Itaelntr. Imagine a black world frozen stiff, und that is Vladivostok in winter. Wherever water once flowed, in bay or harbor, a wide, gray white road now runs, and these are the only two colors in a wide, still world. There are no trees. The large forests of which the old travelers wrote have long since boon cut down for fuel, and the im mediate hills behind the town are all as bare as a man's hand. Once behind those hills the endless rolling plain be gins, which is Siberia, says Herbage Edwards in London Black and White. Directly summer Is over all the wealth of flowers which for five short months have simply rioted in tho land go black, die out. The earth freezes still". Winter has come, and black and stiff tho world remains. In Vladivostok there is tittle snow. Sometimes a gray dust, more like powdered ice than snow, blows over the land, but for the most part IV Is a black, not a white. world of frost, and in its way it is more impressive. The earth freezes deep many feet down and Is as hard as iron. The whole harbor turns a kind of dull gray. That, too, Is frozen deep To keep any sort of channel open the powerful Ice breaker has to go through Its work twice a day. Twelve hours of an ordinary winter's day is often sutti cient to block the passage. ' And all this in a town in the same parallel as Marseilles. To those who have never expert encotl It re;'! arctic cold is almost In conceivable. They cannot grasp the difference between 30 and f0 degrees of frost. It remains to them merely one ot numbers, indeed when once the winter has gone it is sometimes dillicult to remember really how cold It was. but during the four severe win- tor months themselves It Is a very solid nnri serious fact. Every night you go to sleep remembering. If you are now to such things, that a failure of the furnace which tieats tho house means death. You might wake first to know you were frozen or you might not. In the poorer houses the Inhabit ants sleep on the stoves, and the weak ones often die. Drunkenness here i often attended with a swift retribu tion, wnicn noes not in u- ast pre vent it. and eory day in w pooph are taken up frozen from t . liters. the spirit which Is in them only has toning the freezing, so that the carts which are always sent round to trick up the sailors when the crews of the men-of-war arc ashore have to do their work quickly. In the summer tune. when there is not the same need for hurry, the men often lie about in gut tors until the afternoon. The word "gutters" Is used simply to designate a certain part of the roadway, ("utters as such do not exist. The drunken- nes among all classes of Russians simply appalling. Officers think noth ing of taking a tumblerful of raw whlskv as a modest "bitters' before dinner. When the wind Is not blowing the cold is entlur.ible. though five fur lined overcoats are not a't all an extraordi nary amount of winter wrap. You wear, of course, fur boots, fur gloves, fur caps. Women have their skirts and bodices lined with fur. Wildcat, being both soft and very warm. Is of ten used for this purpose. It is quite astonishing the partiality for such things as oily sardines that one devel ops. In the winter time the bazaar is real ly a sight. Everything is frozen stiff. Tho tinge, long sturgeons from the In terior stand in rows on their very sharp pointed noses. Baskets full of little It sites are piled together tike chips of ice. Frozen birds hang down tin long festoons, anil the municipality Is spar ed one trouble- it never lias to make away with fond "gone bad.' The bazaar Is almost entirely In the hands of the Chinese, the tall, dark, rough Chinese of the no.th. who live wrapped up In wadtletl cotton clothes until they look like bundles of bedding. Without the Chinese ajul the Japanese Vladivos tok would find it hard to exist. Tliev do all the work of the town. The Russians garrison and govern it. The Chinese, the Germans, the Japanese and the other nations t ratio In it A. The great sport of Vladivostok in the winter is sledge racing, ami when once the harbor is frozen over a proper course is marked off, and every one who owns a horse takes part. A Rus sian horse Is a superior brute. He stands as high and looks as strong as n cart horse, but lie goes like the wind. Ho will walk or he will gallop, but he does not condescend to do anything be tween. Ills harness Is weird and won derful and very Russian, consisting primarily of a huge wooden half hoop ovor tho head, the keystone of the whole structure, which Is attached to the shafts by winding long, thin straps backward and forward. It takes hours to put this on, is always liable to come undone and if undone is very danger ous. An English lady once related to me with horror how she was taken for a drive In Vladivostok and the horse and carriage just wont over ev erything walls, banks or whatever came In the way. It Is finite true, a Russian horse does, and if you have once driven behind one you are never nervous again. You are either killed or cured. In Vladivostok you take your daily skate as your constitutional, and the most exciting thing to do Is to sledge along tho coast-dangerous because shore Ice Is never quite trustworthy -to Askolri, which is an Island on tho northeast coast of Siberia. Out I. ond. "Where's papa. Johnny?" "He's upstairs asleep." "Wen; you upstairs, dear?" "No. ma'am." "Then how do you know he's asleep?" "1 heard him doing it. He's sleeping out loud." Cuvc II I m Time. walled the prisoner, 'Judge,' 'can't you give me a little time to think this thing over?" "Certainly," replied the magistrate. "Six months." Philadelphia Record. WOMAN AND FASHION A ChnrmliiK (iomi. The gown shown in the illustration is built of tan coli.red linen, selected in a deep shade, the shade that goes so well with turquoise. There are bv the way. many new shades this year, and among the newest can be mentioned sand color, ripe apricot, raspberry pink, champagne and spinach, the tns't two being old favorites revived But TAN AND TCICQL'OISE. tan holds its own and, in the varia tions of tan, burnt bread, biscuit and the dull brown colors, is more popular this season than ever before. Nothing looks bettor with tan than turquoise. nnd this very pretty tan colored gown Is trimmed with turquoise balls, which hang In rows upon the skirt. The waist is made of a lattice of tan col ored linen and tan lace with blue balls where the pieces cross. The sleeves nre mnde in the full type, with wide wrists, trimmed with lace. This gown Is very charmingly developed in two shades of red namely, in watermelon pink, which is very red, and a very- faint coral. A wide white hat, witli wiiite wings sailing over the top. sets off this hat very prettily. New York Commercial Advertiser. Per Summer Shirt Wnlt. Shirt waists are still very much in evidence, and the materials used for their development are shown in great variety. While the extremely heavy vestlngs are no longer soon, there are many attractive samples of mercerized goods of light weight and having a rather coarse basket weave that wilt become popular ami that will be worn with the outing or walking skirt and jacket. The lustrous finish of this new mercerized fabric, which is termed lo tus cloth and is shown only in rich cream tint, makes It like silk, and the soft, pliable quality is a feature wor thy of consideration, as present, modes demand materials of this sort, says the Delineator. Etamines and voiles are no longer confined to wools, but nre shown in the new cottons and linens, and some of these effects are most attractive. Latent FndM In licit.. The wide crush lambskin and kid belts in ail shades are very popular. rfl.k,. a. ,.n .1 . , ...1,1. I . . 1 1 . j. ui-1 iiii: uuum .1 ifii nun i.uuj iri.i.-..- buttons, and many handsome designs In buckles are in use. llio fiinese embroidered holts come In all the gorgeous colorings, with handsome gold buckles. Japanese belts are winning favor from the harmonious blending of col ors that render them available for al most any costume. They are adorned with many attractive designs In buckles. HatN Por Small Girl. In hats for woo girls there is a dis tinct movement toward 180 millinery. The square but capricious poke bonnet Is shown. Its brim filled In with flow- BONNET OF 1S30. ers. ihese nre made from shirred chir- fon, with ribbons and flowers or flow ers nlone for trimming. Mothers who love feathers may with impunity sub stitute a fluffy plume, tipped over the front of the brim, for the flowers. though the average child will like the flowers better. Washington Star. Embroidery. Epaulets of embroidery or lace run- nlng down upon the sleeve for several Inches and with a narrow frill of chif fon or lace bordering them all around nro a pleasant variation upon tho i . t straight, plain cpauiet upon some models, and where the sleeve Is cut to run up In a box plait epaulet effect to tho collar, obliterating tho top of tho nrmhole senm nltogether, a little edge of lace sometimes Is frilled down either side of this box plait from collar to cuff line. Self Ponfteiuilon. Without a tremor Mrs. Ilighmore proceeded leisurely to open the black bordered letter. "If there were any bad news," she said, "It would have come by telegraph. It must be that something lias happened to Mr. Iligh more's rich uncle." Chicago Tribune. Anxlona to Show It. 'nasn't young Rinks become sudden- Jy reigious? I see him at church every Sunday now." j "Yes. He's wearing his first silk ' hat." Chicago Post. A COOL OFFICER. He Pnccil un Anjcry London Mob and Out Fair Play. During the reform riots In Hyde Prk Londou. in ISb'G the mob on a wo11 '"Mnhored night began tearing u,,w" u,t ""ices iiyne p:u k tor ures an(1 u'"'"Midc.s. Colonel Thomas Wont- worl" Hlgginson tells m he Miant.c MM"ly of English ollicer wh. was dinInK wItl1 11 friend, all unconscious or the Impending danger. Presently ho received a summons from the war department, telling him that tils regi ment was ordered out to deal with the mob. He hastened back to his own house. but when tie called for his horse lie found that Iris serv:At had received permission to go out for the evening a ml had the key of the stable in bis po-ket. The ollicer hastily donned his uniform anil then had to proceed on foot to the guards' armory, which lay on the other side of Hyde park. Walk ing hastily in that direction, lie came out unexpectedly at the very headquar ters of the mot), whore they were al ready piling up the fences. His uniform was recognized, and an gry shouts arose. It must have seemed for the moment to the mob that the Lord had delivered their worst enemy into their hands. There was but one thing to be done. He made his way straight toward the center of nction nnd called to n man who ,was mounted on the pile nnd was evidently the leader of the tumult: 'I say. my good man, ray regiment has been called out by her majesty's orders. Will you give me a hand over this pile?" The man hesitated a minute and then said, with decision: "Boys, the gentle man is right. He Is doing his duty, and we have no quarrel with htm. Lend a hand, and help him over." This was promptly done, with entire respect, and the officer In brilliant uni form went hastily on his way amid three cheers from the mob. Then the mob returned to Its work, to complete it if possible before he whom they aid- ed should come back at the head of his regiment nnd perhaps order them to be shot down. STRONG ON CULTURE. Polish nnd Erudition of a Notorlon Xcw York Character. Tom Gould, the notorious New York politician, saloon keeper and all round crook, was a man of great physical strength. One of his favorite feats was to back under a piano and then rise, lifting it off its feet. He was once askoil to a reception at the house of a member of the Four Hundred who was then in politics and wished for Gould's supporL It Is alleged that on being introduced to the ladies on this occasion Mr. Gould broke an embar rassing silence by observing: "Ladies. I'll bet -$1U0 I kin lift the planner," which lie then proceeded to do. Another incident related of Tom Gould indicates that he was strong on culture. On one occasion he had left the Sans Souci earlier than usual, and the next day on meeting his nephew, whom he left In charge, he said: "Well, did anything happen nfter I left last night?" 'Nothin' much." replied the nephew. 'except in there was a couple of fel lers came In about 1 o'clock and kicked up a row. and we t'rtin oni out" 'How many times have I got to tell you how to speak English?" demanded Gould impatiently. "Don't say 't'run "em out.' Say 'Crowed em out.' " POKER CHIPS. There are more than four "knaves" to the pack in some games. In big hands, as with big guns, you want to look out for the recoil. The moral motto, "Deal as you would be dealt by,' is classed as the "joker' in a poker pack. It is awfully bad form, you know, to let the loss of a few chips make you look as cross as if you thought you wore getting the double one. It may bo good advice to "bet your hand for ail it's worth." but it Is a mighty dangerous thing to bet It for all or more than you are worth. Novice asks which is the right way to cut the cards. Our experience teach es us. my boy, that the right way and at the same time the only safe one is to cut them precisely as does a gilded hog a shabby acquaintance. New York Herald. A Japanciic Legend. The renown of the Japanese for cour age was as remarkable in Marco Po lo's day as It Is in the present. He narrates the story of an Invasion of the country by the forces of the khan of Tartary. A Japanese army of 30.000 men was besieged in a tower. Refus ing to surrender, they fought until all but eight of them were kitted. On these eight travelers wonders must creep In It was found impossible to in flict any wound. "Now, this was by- virtue of certain stones which they had in their arms, inserted between the skin and the flesh. And the charm and virtue of these stones wore such that those who wore them could never per ish by steel." They wore therefore beaten to death with clubs. Maklns; It Clear. On board an ocean steamship a gen tleman wished to help a lady who was of an inquiring mind to comprehend the principle of the steam engine. This is how he cleared away all difficulties: Why, you see, ma'am," quoth tie, It's Just one thing goes up and then another thing comes down, and then they let the smoke on, which makes the wheels go round. That's what they call the hydraulic principle. It's quite simple when you know It." Law me! I never understood It be fore. But, then, I never had it proper ly explained," replied the fair listener. Tit-Bibs Iieallnm Explained. "That was a splendid back fail you made in your death scene last night," remarked a young member of the com pany to the eminent tragedian. The latter looked at the flatterer witii a suspicious glare. Yes," he said, "and I'd like to lay my hands on the blithering idiot who soaped the stage floor." Cleveland Plain Dealer.