Corvallis gazette., July 11, 1902, Page 4, Image 4

When I get rich, oh, many things IH
do; ' . -.. - ' .. '
For all poor folks whose Uvea are fall
of care.
Their days, now drear, I'll make so
sweet and fair.
They'll know no grief, no sorrow, no
despair
When I gel rich!
When I get rich the friends I love so dear
j?hall know no more those weary, toil
some hours;
I'll light their skies with sunshine, and
the showers
Will scatter on their pathway fairest
flowers,
When I get rich!
When yon get rich! Those friends yoa
loved so well
May not be here, bat far beyond the
skies.
And never know the hidden love that lies
Within your heart ah! foolish, vain sur
mise
When you get rich!
Wait not till rich, but haste to do it
now!
Tes, scatter sunshine dry the falling
tear
Light up with hope the darkened heart
and drear.
That may be near yon oh, ne'er mind
the year
When yoa get rich!
Freeman's Journal.
HER IDEAL,.
Ml
E glanced out of the window at
the gleaming avenue, and watch
ed the snow-flakes hurrying to
find their places there, only to be re
lentlessly trodden under foot by pass
ing pedestrians; and then he looked
back again to the bright, girlish face
opposite him.
"Ideals are all very well in their
way," he ventured, lazily. "They af
ford pleasure, I suppose, to the person
indulging in them, undoubted amuse
ment to him who has to hear of them;
and. besides this, they have two other
advantages, their harmlessness, and
their convenient submission to being
IDEALS ARE VERY WELL IN THEIRWAY,
twisted about to suit all circum
stances." She looked at him as he finished
speaking, and he smiled at the indig
nant Hash of her eyes.
"Do you not agree with me. Miss
Louise?" he asked, good-naturedly.
"You know I do not," she exclaimed,
with warmth. "You are only airing
some of your wretched cynicisms be
cause you know how I despise them;
as for ideals, I believe in them, and
do not understand! your assertion that
they will bear twisting about."
"Perhaps I am wrong there; but, to
Illustrate, " I believe most, girls have
their Ideal lover."
He paused.
"Well, go on," she said, coolly. "You
don't expect me to answer for more
than one girl, do you?"
"Certainly not," he resumed, "but
don't they generally declare that, if
that paragon neglects to appear on
the scene, they will never marry?"
"They may." -
"Now do you think this ideal ever
comes?"
"Of course I do," she answered, earn
estly. "What would life be worth If it
did not?"
"Has yours?" he queried, softly.
"I don't see what that has to do with
the matter," she retorted, with dig
nity and pink cheeks. "Let us keep
to the subject, please."
"Certainly. Well, granted that some
do appear at the proper time and In the
proper placs, you know that that is
the exception. Now for the point of
my explanation: It Is very easy, is it
not, to cause your Ideal to undergo a
change gradually, of course until it
becomes a reality in a form less per
fect, perhaps, more human than be
fore?" "Some people may find it so, but not
many, I think."
"Would not you?" he asked, quickly.
"Since you insist on being personal,
I may as well admit that nothing
would induce me to alter my Ideal."
"I see there Is no use In trying to
convert you?"
"Not the slightest."
"The least you can do, then, It seems
to me." he continued, "is to Introduce
the gentleman to me. I am quite ready
to listen to a lengthy description."
"Are you so much in need of amuse
ment, then," she asked, reproachfully,
"after all my efforts to entertain you?"
"Go on," he commanded, with a
wave of his hand, "I am waiting."
"Well, where shall I begin?"
"First, what does he look like?"
."I thought that was a girl's ques
tion," she suggested, mischievously.
"Really I have not thought much about
his personal appearance, except that
he must not be haudsome. Handsome
men are always conceited."
"Miss Louise, excuse a personal ques
tion, aud one that has nothing what
ever to do with the subject, but did
you ever hear any one accuse me of
being well, passably good-looking?"
"Yes, Indeed." she replied, promptly.
"Edith llarlaud assured me that you
were by far the handsomest man at
the ball, the other night, and Alice
Karnett admires you more than Mr.
Courtenay, and you know everybody
raves over him: and Marie "
"That yill do. Proceed."
"Well, he must be tall."
"Would six feet two suit you?"
"Oh. no, too tall. Six feet is quite
enough for me; and theu. I prefer light
hair and brown eyes, aud " Just
then a pair of gray ones met her own,
and she stopped abruptly.
"What Is the matter J"
23unset,uriu2 cuerj sci)seaujaft&
Sb catdi tr)8 beaulg of t(?Ha$:
.surjset, tbe snq.a dirj,
Shs last name .or a.souis desir
Tget ro tlje last, for everg. cloud
IS njstinct ujitb new jogs auouje
m au t
all the clouds confess 1'
ones
, to all
n of
ftset.atid
ul, rouounnq
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Comes tiiejcalm splendor of .the moo)
-
"Oh, I think you have heard enough."
"Yes, 1 believe I have; now I want
you to listen to me for a few minutes.
Did you ever guess that in spite of all
my talking, I too, had my ideals?"
"Impossible," she murmured.
"And," he continued, "what is more
remarkable, I have found mine."
"Indeed!"
"Shall I describe her?"
"I would rather not that Is, it Isn't
necessary."
"No, I don't think it is, but do you
believe there is any hope for me?"
Her face was on fire, and the hand
which held her needle trembled nerv
ously, but he persisted.
"Is there?" he repeated, gently.
She raised her head and whispered
softly, "Perhaps."
"But, Louise," he protested, "my
eyes are gray."
"Are they?" she asked, in affected
surprise.
"And I thought you preferred light
hair."
"So I do-for girls."
"I measure six feet two."
"You don't look a bit over six feet."
"And then, handsome men are so
dreadfully conceited."
"Did I ever say I thought you hand
some?" she retorted. New York News.
CHURCH OF THE ASCENSION.
What a Mew York Episcepal Consre-
- station Has hone.
The parishioners of the Church of the
Ascension. New York, recently cele
brated the seventy-fifth anniversary of
the founding of this society. The
church Is .on Fifth avenue, where 10th
street crosses It, and when it was be
gun in 1S27, this section was pretty
much given over to pasture and timber
land aud the church was looked upon
as an outpost of what might some day
be a part of the city. To-day this lo
cality is filled with splendid residences
and great commercial buildings and
the march of progress has made it
down town instead of being the place
where the pioneers used to retire early
lest wolf and fox might waylay them
after dark.
Ascension Church has been fortunate
in its pastors, but five serving it since
Its establishment The first was Rev.
Mantor Eastburn. afterward made
bishop of Massachusetts; then Dr.
Gregory Thurston, who became bishop
of Ohio; John Cotton Smith was third
with a 20-year rectorship; Dr. Winches
ter Donald fourth, and Percy S. Grant
the present incuiuoent. under whom
the church has attained Its greatest
vigor. There are over 1,000 communi
cants and the donations for church
purposes are on an uncommonly gener-
' " '
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CHURCH OF THE ASCENSION.
I
NOTABtE STRING OF BIG TARPON
CAUGHT IN FLORIDA WATERS.
For the sportsman there is certainly something unusual and attractive i
this string: of fish. They are tarpon that were recently caught off Fort Myers,
Ha. The "silver king" on the right weighed ISO pounds, while the smaller
"bunch" averaged nearly 100 pounds, each. Alligator shooting as a sport is all
nsrht in its way, but the real thrill of the tropica comes when a magnificent
silver-finned tarpon at the end or the line leaps out of the water again and
again in frantir efforts to free itself from the hook. It is anywhere from 60 to
1.5 pounds of electricity fighting for life at the end of a line. About every
other kind of fishing in Florida is with lire bait, but the tarpon can be taken
ui true sportsmanlike style with a fly. A ripple, a cast beyond, a wild rush, a
superb leap, a drag of a hundred yards or more of line, and the fight is begun. It'
is exhaustion that captures it Punta Gorda and Fort Myers are the great west
coast points for this magnificent sport, and all other kinds of. Florida gam fish
abound there.
tire.
or ttie rainbows dress:
wbOi See'anahtv .
fuerlastira Hl6bt f
uAen the sun has set
ib heart seems -clouded urifk regret
the lord or noon-
ous scale. He is now raising an en
dowment of $250,000 which will soon
be subscribed. -
The congregation has given liberally!
to aid and establisb-Episcopal mission
churches throughout the country. Un
der Dr. Thurston $275,000 was contrib
uted and distributed in this way. All
told over $3,000,000 has been spent in
advancing Episcopalianlsm in- fields
apart from that occupied by the Church
of the Ascension.
VETERAN FIRE CHIEF DIES.
R. A.
Williams, Who Fought the Great
Chicago Conflagration.
Robert A. Williams, chief of the Chi
cago Fire Department at the time of
the great fire in 1S71, died in that city
after an illness of
four weeks.
Mr. Williams was
proud of the fact
that he had never
missed an impor
tant fire in Chicago
for more than, fifty
years. Even during
the last few years,
when he was em
ployed in the Coun
ty Treasurer's of
WILLIAMS.
fice, he would slip
out whenever he heard of a bad blaze.
Directing the department at the time
of the big tire, his report is.among the
records of the Chicago Historical So
ciety. He was able to tell much about
it that never found its way into print
It was his opinion that the fire would
have been confined to a tract two
blocks wide from the starting point to
the lake had not the manager of the
gas works at Market and Adams street
turned the gas into the sewers to avoid
an explosion.
DRUGLESS CURE.
Husband's Announcement of His In'
tentions Worked Wonders.
"John, dear," feebly called the Inva
lid wife, who was supposed to be near
ing the end of her earthly career.
"Yes, darling," answered the sorrow
ing husband. "What is it?"
"When I am gone," shosaid, "I feel
that for the sake of the motherless
little ones you should marry again."
"Do you really think it would be
best, darling?" asked the faithful John.
"Yes, John, I really do," replied the
invalid. "After a reasonable length of
time you should seek the companion
ship of some good woman."
"Do you know, my dear," said the
husband, "that you have lifted a great
burden from my mind? Now, there is
that charming Widow Simkins across
the way; she has acted rather friendly
j toward me ever since you were taken
ill. Of course, dear, she could never fill
your place; but she is young, plump
and pretty, and I'm sure she would do
her best to lessen my grief."
"John Henry Jenkins!" exclaimed
the femnle whswu linva -prn cnnnni-n
j . . l.i UUrVCCU
to De nuniDerea, as she partly raised
herself up on the pillow, "if you ever
dare install that red-headed, freckle-
1 faced, squint-eyed hussey in my shoes
; I'll I'll " And then she fainted.
! But the next day Mrs. Jenkins was
' able to sit up and two days later she
was downstairs. Chicago News. -
Cod 14 ke Cold Water. .
A Christlania professor has discover
ed that at the Lofoten Islands cod are
invariably to be found in waters whose
temperature Is always between four
and five degrees above the freezing
point Norwegian fishermen now make
use of the thermometer as a means of
detecting the presence of the fish".
In every home there are disagreeable
tasks that are left for one person to
perform. For instance: Who drowns
the kittens at your house?
Paint will make an old house look
new, but it won't make an old womar
look young.
B. A.
As Ajnericmn Greatly Severed by the
' - Masses in England. -
When-our Civil War broke out, the
supply of cotton to English mills stop
ped Hard times followed, and, the
English working man watched, the war
with as much anxiety as did any Amer
ican. James E. Holden, who writes
"My Story of Abraham Lincoln" la
the Outlook, was born in Lancashire
during the -cotton ' famine on, a day
when there was only half, a loaf of
bread in the house. The wealthy
classes, supposing that the North, If
victorious, would not give them cot
ton, were on the side of the South. Bat
the working people were with Lincoln.
The Emancipation Proclamation la
the best-known foreign . document
among the common people of Lanca
shire to-day. Many "boys and girls
have been taught It by their parents,
who remember the day It was issued,
and can repeat It offhand. A govern
ment Inspector of schools asked a
school of. twelve hundred Lancashire
children: "
"Whom do yon regard as the greatest
man outside of England?"
Hundreds of voices shouted in cho
rus, "Abraham Lincoln."
- When the question, "Who Is the
greatest living Englishman?" was put
and variously answered Bright Glad
stone, Thomas Hughes one little fel
low said. "My dad says Lincoln is kig
ger'n m alL" -
In the Cotton Exchange in Manches
ter is a stand on which is a -miniature
bale of raw cotton. Behind it Is the
inscription: "Part of the first bale of
free cotton. Shipped from West Vir
ginia to Liverpool, 1865."
The story of that bale . of - cotton
marks a great holiday In England. Lan
cashire people walked to Liverpool, got
a wagon, trimmed It with bunting and
flowers, and put on It the bale of cot
ton, the flags of England and America,
and between them the picture that ap
peals to plain people in all the world
Abraham Lincoln.
They dragged the wagon through the
streets to St George's Square, where
it served as an altar for the Bishop of
Manchester, who preached a sermon
to twenty thousand people on the les
sons of civil liberty. .
HIS NERVE FAILED HIM.
Sad. Sad
Story of a Twenty-Dollar
Panama Hat. - I fold, or the bit of the pall that covered
The man looked hang-dog and guilty. . hls coffin.
He walked up the steps of his home I In a case (lent by the Earl of Ash
with his shoulders sort of hunched burnham) were some of the undergar
f orward. I ments worn on the same melancholy
There was a furtive, hunted exprcs-
sion on his face. -On
his head there was a- $20 Panama.
He had paid $20 for it that afternoon.
This is why he looked guilty.
During all of bis previous married
life he had been staking himself to
lids of the $2.38 brand.
But he had been aching and hunger-
ing for this $20 top-piece, and in a mo
ment of recklessness he had bought it
for himself. .
But as he went up the steps he look
ed mighty hang-dog and guilty.
He knew that when he broke the
news to his wife there'd be something
doing, and quick, at that.
It made no difference that he had
blown her to a $32 spring hat only a
month or so ago.
He knew that -
But he had firmly made up bis mind
fiTi Via wov lln In fha par that- haVI
boldly tell her that he'd dug $20 for
the hat, and take what was coming to
him.
She was upstairs -when he let him
self In the front door. -He braced him
self as he heard her descending the
stairs.
He felt that his
time was coinine
pretty swift As she got to the bottom
of the stairs, however, all of hia nerve ur "turning a can man are mese en
foozled out. jterprising daughters of William Walk
"Why. what a pretty ha" she ex-er whose home is in the picturesque
claimed, picking the hat off the rack SSe& section at the headwaters
as she reached the hall. "How much ?"
It was nor or never with him.
It was the chance of his life to as-
sert himself and make a stab at nlck - l
ing it up and running away with it
But his knees shook beneath him,
and the hot beads began to pour from
his forehead.
"Three-'n-a-half," he replied, weak
ly, and then he tossed In bed all night
trying to dope It out how he'd explain
for the expenditure of the remaining
$16.50 that he'd paid for the Panama
headgear. Washington Post
Aocident Gave It Origin. -
Some things that fall under one's ob
servation every day ttnd are regarded
as commonplace are really somewhat
extraordinary. Among these confetti
may be mentioned. The history of con
fetti Is rather curious. About ten years
ago a large printing "works in Paris was
turning out immense quantities of cal
endars, through which a small round
hole had to be punched to receive an
eyelet for holding the sheets together.
A heap of the little circular scraps of
paper cut out by the punch accumulat
ed on a table and one of the machine
men amused himself by scattering a
handful of them over a work-girl's hair.
She immediately snatched up a handful
and threw them in his face. Other adapted to sidesaddles or wheeled ve
glrls followed her example and the first hides.
confetti battle began. ' The Walker horses and cattle have a
The head of the establishment came
in when it was at its height and, being
what the Americans call a. "smart
man," he at once realized that there
was "money in it" He ordered special
machinerv. Dlaced large quantities of
the new article on the market made a'
fortune and created a new Industry,
Pari now snnnlies nearly every part of
the civilized world with confetti, and
single orders for fifty tons are not nn-1
common.
Nothing Easier. -
Mr nnd Mrs. Bailey, a young couple
rec2ntly married, were beginning their
housekeeping, and were doing the
work of putting the rooms In order
themselves. - -
Mr. Bailey was having some trouble
hanrfn one of the nresents. a fine
cloek, upon the wall of .the dining-
room.
-Why is It taking you so long, dear,"
asked the young wife, "to put up that
clock?"
"I cant get it plumb," he replied
"Then why don't you send for the
plumber?" she asked, in perfect sin
cerity. Youth's Companion.
RELICS OF
lJI SjWlg will - i
fbr the tit ?S oMyof
St Lawrence-...
An exhibition lately held in London,
of more than ordinary interest to the
antiquary, was composed of all kinds
of curious relics of royalty, including
paintings of monarchs of Great Britain
and Ireland, and their descendants.
Many of the objects shown, though
devoid of beauty or artistic value, yet
possessed a melancholy, romantic or
tragic' interest from the associations
j connected with them. No one who had
' followed the fortunes of Roundhead
and Royalist' through the pages of his
torical romance, or wept over the death
of the unfortunate King, saw without
a thrill the piece of the ribbon of the
carter worn Dy. Charles t on the scaf-
aay- Ane King's garments were divid
ed amongst his attendants, and these
fell to the share of John Ashburnham,
the ancestor of the present earL who
also left a lock of the King's hair. In
front . of a magnificent portrait of
ueen "zaoetn, lent Dy tne dukc or
i Devonshire, was a case full of pathetic
'merest. At one enu were the tiny
garments fashioned and beautifully
worked by the same great Queen, when
Princess Elizabeth, for the child which
never came to gladden her sad-faced
iisterp'and at the other end a little
tippet of imitation minever, with sad
brown stains upon it left there when
it was taken off the neck of poor head
less Anne Boleyn. " Here were shown
her high heeled shoes, too, together
tvith a rough taggy beaver hat, reddish
in color, with a green ostrich feather
tuck In It, belonging to Henry VIII.
Attached to these was a note of con-
derable interest, showing how a large
COW GIRLS OF OREGON.
rhey Rope Steers, Brand Calves and
Conquer the Wildest Horses.
Eight girls do almost all the work of
11 d1S cattte ranch in Oregon. No cow-
are more skillful at roping a steer
J"lm ii,ver- Anese vvaiaer
j Prls are notea as dare-devil riders,
who can conquer the wildest horses.
- lue u"rse ws.s nrst signts
that caused their bftby eyes to kindle
with excitement and they have been
practically raised in the saddle.
Their costumes are picturesque and
practical, mostly of duck and buck
skin, with plain calico skirts. Their
canvas coats are more often tied to the
back of the saddle than worn. They
ride -astride, as every one has to do in
that rough region. The country is not
OWE OF THE COW QIBLS.
very extensive range, but vecy little
of it is level, and when the aids go to
"cut out" a horse or cow some lively
racing has to be done. The riders are
apt to be going straight up the moun-
tain one minute ana scraignt aown the
mountain the next or to be hovering
over a precipice. But however It may
chance, the girls are always equal to
the occasion and keep a firm seat
The herding and handling of wild
. (toes is very nara on meir saddle
j horses, so that they are constantly
Dreasmg in new ones 10 nae. tserore
their colts are a year old the Walker
girls lasso and brand them on the
range, imu mtu wuw w run who
nnt11 tney are 3 years old. wh8 the
&rls 8et tnem up and saddle and con-
9uer mem. ii is wua worn, ,out the
plucky young women do it to perfec-
tion, and have never even been hnrt
at it. it is su simpie matter to DreaK
and train one of these horses. . They
are as wild as any animals to be found
In the West
They kick and strike and "buck" and
lunge, and throw themselves over
backward with intent to crush their
ridera. Yet for daring and skill in
ROYALTY.
Jbrtaisest))
estate In Herefordshire passed Into the
hands of Nicholas Bristowe.
Amongst the manuscripts was the
confirmation of all gifts and charten
of the founder (Henry VI.) granted by
himself to Eton College, with the Great
Seal attached. All, the Royal Seals
of England, a very interesting collec
tion, were lent by the Society of Anti
quaries, and there was a fine collec
tion, too, ot English gold and silver
coins. Conspicuous among the paint
ings was a very beautiful diptych of
Richard II. adorlne the Virgin and
Child, lent by the Earl of Pembroke.
The young, almost effeminate-looking
King, is kneeling before a vision of the
Madonna, who appears surrounded by
angels robed like herself in exquisite
luminous blue, and all wearing the
Order of the White Hart, which ap
pears also on the King's left shoulder.
No one seems able to say with any au
thority by whom it was painted. Much
interest was concentrated on the Coro
nation relics, shown in a large case In
one of the galleries. Several are lent
by the Earlof Ancaster. The helmet
shaped ewer of silver gilt used at the
coronation of Queen Anne was a per
quisite of the first Duke of Ancaster
as Lord Great Chamberlain, and the
ewer and salver used by GeOrge III
became the property of the third Duke
in like fashion, as well as the corona
tion robes of George IV. The pens
used by Queen Victoria at her corona
tion and her marriage, were lent by his
majesty, and one of the arm slings
made by her late majesty for the
wounded in the Crimea, but relics of
Queen Victoria were not so plentiful
as might have been expected. The Or
chardson portrait group of the four
generations tf the royal family, and
one of the best portraits of the King
that painted by Mr. A. Stuart Wort
ley, ana lent by the Junior Carlton
Club, were much admired.
horse breaking the Walker girls have
rew superiors. Furthermore, they are
seasoned mountaineers, and dead shots
wjth the rifles they always carry across
the pommels of their heavy stock sad
dles. They are thoroughly at home in
the mountains, and if night overtakes
them far out on the range, they can
curl up in their saddle blankets and get
a good night's sleep on mother earth.
Carrying Coals to Newcastle.
When the woman who loves flowers
went to California to spend the win
ter, she insisted on taking along her
pet calla, says the Troy Times. "I nev
er thought so much of a plant as I do
of that calla," she replied to her hus
band's objections. "It will be full of
blossoms this winter, and I wouldn't
miss seeing them and smelling them
for anything."
So she an i the calla started. How
they fared Is told in these paragraphs
from her first letter home:
"As to that calla, it was the greatest
bother. I almost wore myself to a
shadow taking care of it By the time
I got to California I was sick and
tired of it But I remembered the com
fort the blossoms would be when they
came.
"When I got up on the morning of
the last day I looked out of the car
window, and may I never see home
again if the train wasn't running
through a field of callas so big that 1
couldn't see its limits! I just sat down
and had a good cry!
"To think that an ordinarily sensible
woman should cart a twenty-pound pot
and lily more than three thousand
miles Just because she wanted to see
It In bloom, and then find millions of
the same lilies growing wild! It was
enough to make an angel weep! I just
took that calla and threw It out of the
car window!"
A Mountain-climber.
At a reception of the Authors' Club'
in New York the guest of honor was
Sir Martin Conway, the explorer and
mountain climber. One man who did
not know the guest asked another:
"Who Is here to-night?"
"Sir Martin Conway."
"Conway? Who is he? I can't place
him."
"The mountain climber."
"Oh, yes! But What is he doing in
New York?"
"Merely traveling from climb to
climb."
American Leather the Best.
American kid leathers are growing In
favor abroad, especially in Australia.
Recently one of the largest morocco
manufacturers In Lynn, Mass., made a
shipment to that country of 3,500 dozen
skins, which shipment Is said to be the
largest ever made from there for for
eign parts.' It is not so very long ago
when the best kid shoes were made
from skins imported from France. Now
France is buying large quantities of kid
from this country. i
.t 1 .4- -i' ' " ii'iimast
fOUNDUNGS IN DEMAND, r
Hot Enoaa-M of tha Little Castaways to
- Brighten Lonely Homes. -
It la surprising to discover; what a
rushing mail-order business for babies
could be transacted. Inquiries for ba
bies come to the State Charities Asso
ciation and the Guild from all over'.tbe
country. T Recently the Mayor of a
flourishing Massachusetts city wrote
for a baby, inclosing plans and speci
fications for the same, which-included
"blue eves. Ilsrht hair. srirL nnvwhera
from 15 months to 2 years old."
From a colored family in Pittsburg
was received a request for "a boy any
where under 2 years, not black. Must
be light colored." v .
From as far west as Denver and as
far south as Alabama come the- re
quests, and if investigation proves the
parties to be really responsible the
fonndling does his first traveling. -Unless
the child Is legally adopted it is
always under the supervision of the
organization that indentured it Rare
ly does it happen, however, that the
child is taken away, evep if it is not
legally adopted. Legal adoption is an
expensive affair for parents of moder
ate means the class that usually ob
tain the children and the formality of
drawing up the necessary papers is of
ten omitted. But the foundling is to
the satisfaction of its foster parents
regularly adouted and treated as such.
Only one Instance is on record where
a child was returned as unsatisfactory.
That was when a woman, angered by
the visit of one of the State Charities
muita . 1- t , 1 u:
to the care that was being taken of the
child, resented the investigation and
sent back the infant
That the foundling never quite gives
up the hope of discovering who his real
parents were is shown In many a pa
thetic incident in the office of Mrs.
Dunphy, the superintendent on Ran
dall's Island, where the records of New
York foundlings . for the past twenty
years have been kept by her.
Often a man, sometimes prosperous
looking, oftener with the stamp of the
toiler upon him, will ask to see the
books of the infant hospital for a cer
tain year. Running his finger down the
page of entries, hewill pause at a
name and ask if there is any record of
parental Inquiry after the infant's nd--mission
to the hospital.
It is the foundling come back, with
the haunting hopethat he may, after
all, find out who he really is.
But the foundling never does find out
And so, even if he rise to be Gov
ernor or manufacturing magnate, he is,
beyond everything else, pathetic to the
end. Ainslee's Magazine.
He Was All Right.
About twenty years ago, wtien the
bridge across the Schuylkill at South
street was closed some weeks for re
pairs, owners of rowboats reaped a
harvest ferrying passengers from one
side to the other. The nearest bridge
north was then the one at Chestnut
street; south, the Gray's Ferry span.
The boat owners charged as much as
they pleased, often asking and getting
a half-dollar from passengers unwill
ing to make the long detour to 23d
street the nearest highway east of the
Schuylkill then cut through from South
street to Chestnut A Jerseyman, with
wife and child, was bent on visiting a
friend with a farm back of the Block
ley almshouse, and was asked at South
street $1.50 for ferriage. He refused
to pay it, and declared he'd wade
across that the Schuylkill was "not
so deep."
"Take Zeke's hand," he said to his
wife, "and I'll take yours, and we'll
get across in no time."
They removed their shoes and start
ed. When the water lapped his neck,
he turned," and found it reaching to his
wife's chin, while Zeke was not in
sight
"Where is the boy, "Sarah?" he asked
ilia yviic.
"He's all right Jeth," she replied.
I've got hold of his hand." Philadel
phia Times.
He Knew.
The members of the Amish, a peculiar
religious "sect, mostly agriculturists, are
very numerous in Lancaster County,
Pa. They have been credited with
small sense of humor, but this anec
dote of a recent political campaign will
prove to the contrary. An orator
sought to impress a gathering near
Paradise, in that county, with his logic,
bringing himself down to the level of
his listeners by a claim of rural birth.
"Why, I was raised between two
hills of corn," he declared, "and God's
sunshine has ever shone upon me."
For a moment there was a pause, and
the politician, fancying he had made an
impression, was about to continue his
harangue, when a big Amish man in
the rear of the hall interrupted:
"A pumpkin I know what he mean."
Autos in Sahara.
Just as the locomotive has taken all
the poetry out of ordinary land jour
neying, so now the automobile is trying
to usurp the place of the romantic
"ship of the desert" The French gov
ernment Is experimenting with gasoline
autos in the Sahara, for carrying the
mails and supplies between the differ
ent oases, et cetera.
A camel will go several days without
water, but should have it every day.
About 100 miles is his "radius of ac
tion," as they say of a warship. But
a gasoline auto can go 500 miles with
out a renewal of supplies. The desert
makes good automobile traveling and
20 miles an hour Js accomplished. The
Sahara has never been fully explored,
and France hopes to yet make a good
deal of this forsaken region.
Necessary Precaution.
Samuel Foote, the English actor, was
one day invited for a few moments into
a club where he was a stranger. Left
alone a minute, he did not seem quite
at ease.
Lord Carmarthen, wishing to relieve
his embarrassment, weut up to speak
to him, but became embarrassed him
self and could only say:
"Mr. Foote, your handkerchief ;s
hanging out of your pocket."
Whereupon Foote, looking round with
playful suspicion, and hurriedly thrust
ing his handkerchief back into his
pocket, replied:
"Thank you, my lord, thank you; you
know the company better than I do."