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1 - ' 444&$QQ44Q4 PL o 11, greenly and fair In the lands of the sun, ' The vines of the gonrd and the rich melon run. And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold. With broad leaves all greenness and blos soms all gfild. Like that w hich o'er Nineveh's prophet once grew. While he waited to know that his warning was true, And longed for the storm-cloud, and lis tened in vain For the ru.sh of the whirlwind and red nre rain. On the banks of the Xenil, the dark Span ish nniiden Conies up with the frnit of the tangled vine laden: And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to he boid TuruuKh the or.niRe leaves shining the broad Hpuerrs of gold: Yet with dearer delight from his home In the north, On the fields of his harvest the Yankee looks forth, A THANKSGIVING HT was Charlie Town's first year at the Val ley 'Trep" School, and he had made the varsity! This is a most unusual thing for a fresh man to do, for most of them are away below the average of strength und weight necessary to the "line" and 'backs," who, as a rule, are two or three years older, nnd that at a period of growth when two or three years per mit a wonderful in crease in bone, tdncw and solid muscle. Still, by virtue of his oat like activity and phenomenal sprint ing abilities, Char lie was a fixture at the all-important position of quarter back. He was en vied by his class- J men, less fortunate; his companionship sought by the sen iors, and oh! su preme pinnacle of joy he was praised by the coach! Still he was not happy. "I tell you it is a perfect shame, growled Barnes. "Here you are the only freshman who has ever made quarter on our varsity, and now, just as we are to have the hardest game of the season on our hands, and not another fellow who sun pass the ball without fumbling nnd give signals without mixing them, you want to go off home and eat turkey with your father! Where do you think we come in. anyway t "Iad couldn't eat a Thanksgiving din ner without me, said Charlie. "Then why don't he come up here and eat it V" snarled the now angry Barnes. "I guess he can put up with the sort of fare that the rest of us will chew, can't he?" "There's nn epidemic," explained Char lie. "Every infant that could manage it in our little town lias the diphtheria or whooping cough or something, and those that are not sick are trying their best to catch it, nnd my father is the only doctor in the place. It is out of the question for him to leave, and we have never yet failed to be together on Thanksgiving Iny. You see. there are only we two left." The door opened, and a tall, sturdy fellow entered just in time to hear the last words. It was the Captain cf the team. He took a seat on the edge of the narrow bed and eyed Charlie stern ly. "What's this I hear," he said, "about your not playing in the game with Mill ville on Thanksgiving Day?" "I have to go home to spend Thanks giving, that's nil," answered Charlie. "Harnes has told me how you feel nlnnit it," continued the Captain, "but, see here. Town, we have beaten Mill ville four years straight, although always by the skin of our teeth. Now, we haven't n chance this year without you, and you know it. Hlack is a good little sub, but he can't be depended upon to handle the men in a big game like this. Andrews can't pass the ball without fumbling to save bis life, and you are the only quarter we can possibly play and win. You won't desert us just now, when we have not Ikhmi defeated this season, right hero in the face of the very hardest game of all, will you?" "I must go. Dick." cried Charlie in de spair. "Pad would never forgive me if I did not." "Hut how about my sister, your 'opp?' She has counted upon your taking her to the game and then seeing you do all sorts of things to Millville, making forty yard runs around the end and goals from the field, you know-. Have you thought about that?" "I haven't thought of anything else for n week." groaned Charlie, "but I can't help it. 1 shall have to tell her at sup per to-night." "Well, in that case we can't rank you as one of the varsity," said the Cap tain, rising. "You will have to go on the playing lists as substitute, that's all,"' and he went out. closing the door not too gently behind him. The Valley Preparatory School was n co-educational institute, and the schol ars of both sexes only met at classes and nt the long tables in the dining room. The boys anil girls were seated on opposite sides of these tables, and the owner of that particular pair of bright eyes smil ing at one from across the table wns known as "my opp." a more or less affec tionate abbreviation for "opposite." Char ley sat at the training table, where, of course, no girls were allowed, but before he had been elevated to this much-covered position, he had for his "opp" Millie B.irr. the Captain's sister, and the prettiest girl in the school. Charlie's place, opposite hers, was still vacant, and he slid into it at supper that night aud remained there in conversation with her until the meal was Fervtnl, when he went to his place at the training table with the rest. She had not grown angrv and scoffed at his mMmm UMPKIN. Where the crook-necks are colling and yel low fruit shines, And the sun of September melts down on bis vines. Ah! on Thanksgiving Day, when from east and from west, From north and from south come the pil grim and guest. When the gray-haired New-Englander sees . round his board The old broken links of affection restored. When the care-wearied man seeks his moth er once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie? Oh, fruit loved of boyhood! the old days re calling; When the wood grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling! When wild, ugly faces we carved In Its skin. Glaring out through the dark with caudle within! FOOTBALL STORY gue hfm out of his intention, as did her brother, but quite agreed that he must go to his father, although she let him see that she should be greatly disappoint ed by his absence. Charlie started upon his homeward journey in a very unsettled state of mind. He felt that the entire school considered him a deserter, and if they lost well, he would be blamed for the stigma of de feat. How hard he had worked for his place on the varsity and how proud he had been of it the only freshman quar ter that had ever played on Valley School! Then, how the team had re sponded when he had given the signals, always like clockwork, with a smooth ness and precision that got the ball in play so rapidly aud behind such perfect interference that the unbroken list of vic tories was, after all, a result to be ex pected. And now to have that list mar red by a defeat, and at the hands of Mill ville. their keenest rival! His muscles tightened at the thought of the grim pleasure of the struggle. No. Black could not handle the team. He had never grasped the signals as he should, and he lacked confidence. He could not pass the ball with the necessary accuracy, either, although in this respect he was much better than Anderson, the other "sub." Well, Valley School would be defeated at last, and he might have guided the team to victory. And what would Millie Ba-rr think? She had been very nice about it, and quite agreed that he. should go home at this time. But she must have been fearfully disappointed. Well, per haps she did not mind so much, after all. Some other fellow would take her. He gritted his teeth at the thought of that. Then, perhaps, she would not mind t.o much if the fellows of Valley School were beaten. No, of course not; girls did not have that school spirit that made the coming game bound the whole horizon for him. Girls could not make such sacrifices as he would make, if he only could, just to run that team the way he had before, to hammer at the opposing line until a weak spot could be found; to send the ends down the field like lightning on the heels of a long, low punt; to skirt the opposing ends behind perfect interference and run fifty yards to a touchdown; per haps to but what wasthe use of think ing about it? It was all behind him now. and getting further away with every min ute's flight of the rushing train. He v. as glad he had left it all. He would see Dad soon! Old Dad! How hard he must be working, with all those annoying, squalling little wretches, sick, all over the town. He must be lonesome, there all by himself. Yes, he was glad he was going to see Dad, nnd let the school rage if it wanted to. What was school compared to Dad, anyway? Charlie was roused from his brown study by the brakeman's roar of "Bar bridge!" in his ear. He had to change cars here. He descended to the station platform and stood waiting for the other train, when the telegraph operator tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Charles Town?" he asked. Charlie nodded and was handed a telegram. "Wait where you are," he read. "Will reach Bar bridge at eleven five." His father's name was signed to the message, and upon looking at his watch Charlie found that he had but three minutes to wait. He paced the. platform impatiently, trying to guess the cause of this very unusual re quest, until the train came in. His fath er sprang from the platform of the smok er and came to meet him with beaming face. "I thought I would catch you, boy," he said. "I wired to four points on the line to be sure of you. I want to see you win that game for Valley School." Char lie's heart swelled with a sudden joy, so keen that he could not speak; then sank again. "I don't believe I can get back in time," he faltered. "It takes four hours from here, you know, ahd there's no train for an hour, and the game begins at 3." "Nonsense!" said his father. "I'll wire them to delay matters, and you know no contest ever comes off on time, anyhow." When they reached the academy town they found the streets deserted. "Every one is at the field," said Charlie. "Hear that?" A faint gust of cheering eanie from the grounds, half a mile away. Valley School had grim visions of de feat. The first half had closed with a score of (5 to 0, in Millville's favor. The enemy had slowly, stubbornly, advanced the ball the length of the field for a N ATI RE'S THANKSGIVING DAY OFFERING. touchdown, after smashing the choicest trick plays of Valley School's .eleven. A goal had followed. The home team was not pulling together. "The players did not get off well at the signals.. The ball was not put in play properly. Fumbles were frequent. Their pet play, a bluff right-end run, a delayed pass, and then a mass on left tackle, had resulted in a loss every time it had been tried. Their confidence was gone. Still their defen sive game was excellent. Time after time there had been individual plays of the most sensational order, yet they could not advance the balL Millville had slowly bnt surely worn them out, driven them back and ever back toward their goal line, then past it, and they were a beaten team at the end of the first half. Now the second half had begun. The ball had been in the play scarcely live ininntes, and Millville, by steady ham mering of the line, had forced the ball to Valley School's ten-yard line. A small contingent from Millville shouted madly. The crowded grand stand was silent. The coach pranced up and down the side lines and implored a brace. It came. Three times the Millville warriors butted their heads into a defense that would not yield. They had not tried a trick play once. On the next sismal the full back, behind il 1 i: ..1 J nHn,,ny4 IH1 it 1 Half the Millville team were before them in an instant, but Millville's lusty right guard had the ball, and he plunged . t iL . l XT i. llirougu lilt-" HCHKeunj ucijici. aic wr . lided with a. stocky little figure and fell ( uac& a yaru. me suusmuie iiuuner (Black) had by a magnificent tackle sav ed Valley School from another touch down. The Millville man arose, but Black lay still. He was raised and snp ported off the field. Then from the grand stand came a chorus of feminine cheers. A little figure had shot out of the gym nasium and out on to the field. "Char lie!" "Charlie Town!" shrieked the girls in the grand stand. Valley School had the ball. Charlie punted out of danger. - The ball was Millville's at the center, of the field. They started to push their way down the field again, but the Valley School eleven had decided that they did not want to be pushed. Millville tried 'again and again, but made no gain. Their Captain signaled for a kick, but some ruffian from Valley School broke the line, blocked the kick, got the ball, ran off with it and would not stop until he had gone thirty yards. This was awful! Millville could not understand it. Why couldn't this team stay beaten ? From the under grad uates on the side lines came e. roar of "Charlie Town!" "Charlie Town!" "First down!" "First down!" Then Millville's Captain called for a brace. His team were perfectly willing to brace, and they braced so hard f.nd played so low that Charlie had no diffi culty in hurdling the line. He leaped over the back of the little tackle, dodged the backs and, running three feet to his pursuers' two, made a beautiful touch down directly between the goal posts. Of course, he kicked the goal. The score was tied, but the Millville blood was up. Try as they would, the Valley School team could not get beyond the Millville's 20-yard line, and there the ball was with only one minute to play. Millville knew that Charlie would" try a goal from the field, and they prepnred to break through, and two seconds after the ball had left Charlie's toe he was imme diately buried under several hundred pounds of bone and sinew from Millville. But the ball had gone over the crossbar between the goal posts, just where it was needed most. The game was over. Charlie had to be carried to the gym nasium. When he opened his eyes his father -was hurting him fearfully about the neck. He protested. "Lie still and let me set your collarbone," said his fath er; "if you don't, you will be lopsided, and then Miss Millie won't take any moro interest in you." Charlie blushed. "What do you know about it?" he asked. "Well," was the reply, "she raised a fund amotig the girls here, with which she paid a prominent Boston physician to look after all those poor little sick pa tients of mine for one day, so I "could come up here and 'set collarbones for you." . "Oh," said Charlie wickedly. "I thought perhaps you had got them all dead by this time. Dad." And then he added, "No. I don't want to be lopsided." Cincinnati Enquirer. .. --:. Causs for Rejoicing. "Yes, sar, pawson, dis is er glorious Thanksgibbin', en ez soon ez I git home an' clean off er bit, I'll come an' jine in de services at de meetin' house." Our Turkey. Aunt Sallie sent a turkey egg To Mabel and to Pitt. They gave It to the speckled hen When she began to sit. It hatched a little turkey out. And never anywhere Did any fowl more kindness And Than fell to this one's share. Thev planned It for Thanksgiving Day, But, as the time drew nigh, They talked less of the turkey feast And more of pumpkin pie. And then at last they came to beg The turkey's life we spare. And said they would contented be To dine on plainer fare. With teardrops brimming both their eyes 1 could not say them nay. And' so we killed a big, fat hen To celebrate the day. Thanksgiving came, our turkey still Was monarch of his beat Instead of making up our feast, He helped the feast to eat. Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. President Lin cola and Thanksgiving. It was President Lincoln who restored Thanksgiving day. In 1S63 the regular Thanksgiving custom began, and the last Thursday in November has since been one of our national holidays. fcjjcienceli IfegjTveirt ion Hypnotizing by mechanical means to the novelty of M. Leduc, who uses a midirectional electric current with 150 to 200 Interruptions per second. A "dry" accumulator, from, English makers, is transparent, unbreakable and non-spilling, the acid solution be ing replaced by an-almost solid electro lyte. . Remains of a pre-Columbian sacrifice or signal station on the top of the Ne vada de Chani, at a height of 20,000 feet, are one of the Nordenskiold expe dition's -late finds In northern Argen tina. A suggested new American Industry Is the making of fish flour. In Nor way, at seasons of abundance, the flesh of fresh fish Is dried and pulverized by snecial apparatus, and the highly nutri tious product can be kept and easily transported. The American built Oroya Railroad In the Peruvian Andes attains the greatest elevation reached by any rail road In the world. At one point it passes through a tunnel 15,665 feet above sea level. This is nearly l.ouv feet higher than Pike's Peak, and but little over 100 feet less than the eleva tion of Mont Blanc. The Oroya Rail road also enjoys the distinction of hav ing cost more per mile than the great majority of railroads. It is 138 miles km? and cost $43,000,000. The many tunnels, bridges and zigzags presented difficult engineering problems. The recent volcanic cataclysm In the islands bordering the Caribbean Sea has awakened fresh interest In the geological history of that part of the earth's crust. Prof. J. Milne, the great English authority on seismic phenom ena, remarks that the ridge on which the islands of Martinique, St Vincent and their neighbors lie Is a line of weakness characterized by unusual in stability. Geology points backward to a time when the Isthmus of Panama was submerged, and when a belt of land, spoken of as "Antillia," connect ed North and South America along the eastern border of the Caribbean Sea. But, like the fabled Atlantis, this land has sunk out of view, and only a line of islands marks Its site. The hydraulic mining cartridge of James Tonge, Jr., is designed to re place explosives in mines liable to con tain firedamp. It consists of a steel cylinder twenty Inches long by three Inches in diameter, across which are arranged a series of eight small tele scopic rams, and in use the cartridge Is pushed up Into a drill hole in the coal and hand pumps force water Into the cylinder, driving out the rams. A pres sure of three tons per square inch can be readily obtained, - In about ten min utes the rams bring down the coal In large pieces, and with much less waste in dust and fragments than when -explosives are used. A test of two years has shown the cost to be about the same as' ordinary mining. But the coal is more valuable, and the dangers are greatly lessened,-many deaths result ing yearly both from accidents with ex plosives and from the Igniting of explo sive gases. The British Society of Arts has found the cartridge worthy of nn important prize. - THE IDEAL WOMAN. Opinions of Toaai Men as to What ehe Should Be. - ' The majority of young people, In speaking of the ideal woman, refer to the woman of poetry and romance, and as Mary Wilkins says, .."a pedestal is altogether too shaky a place to place any human being." - - ii. - - -- So we use the term in Its practical and more definite sense, making the subject more real and giving the ordi nary girl a hope of emulating ber. Not long ago a certain clergyman sent out questions to young men all over the country, and to a few young women, asking them jfor their concep tion of the . Ideal young woman. The answers were from men In all walks of life professional and commercial amid the din of city life and from quiet country homes. From these an swers we are glad to note that the young men generally do the subject justice and speak in a kind and broth1 erly manner. The one clear-cut wish of the young man is that his life companion must be a housewife, with all that the term implies, . while not denying the Im portance of education, this must not be merely ornamental, but of the kind to fit her as a home provider and en able her to take her place as an every day worker In this very busy world. The young men do not object to her knowledge of Gibbous' Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, but they re quire her to know of the decline and fall of the people by whom she Is sur rounded. V Mere dolls have no place In woman's work and women's hands are more beautiful after they have been soiled by useful employment As to the subject of morals, the young men say, that to have one stand ard for men and another for women Is a relic of barbarism, and a doctrine that has no place in modern times. The rigid rule that keeps a girl at home evenings should also restrain a boy from wandering around the streets or country at unseemly hours; the evil effects of this conduct tells on the one as much as the other. All the answers require a girl to be a Christian; and many of them speak of special objections, such as card playing, wine drinking, dancing, but with the exception of wine drinking, these open up too wide a field of dis cussion, and the opinions of parents are controlled largely by the particu lar society in which they nave been brought up or the localty where they reside what might be right In one section would not be tolerated In an other, unless it be wine drinking, about which there cannot be two opposite opinions among right thinking people. In olden times parents stood out against the education of girls, but now adays the danger Is of running to the opposite extreme the education- of mere adornment. To many of the girls the business of their husbands or brothers, the way they vote and their cares and worries have scarcely any Interest (or them, so long as they can dress .welL - -C" r . f mm nha vmmcr erirltt' nninr nf view J" but one sensible girl expresses it in a 1 few words. She asks to be judged by the same standard by which she judges young men, "and, allowing for sex, let her have all the liberties which a young man ought to have.' So then we can certainly sav that the essential idea in voune men's minds of true womanhood Is her ability to make a home In a palace or a cottage in affluence or in Dovertv she Is the . one who makes it or as a true mother and wife gives it: "We had a home long before we had a house to put it in." Housewife. TEACHING TARS TO SWIM. French Sailors Are Poor Swimmers ' How They Are Instructed. ' The tars of the French navy are learning to swim. - , - Moreover, they are learning on land, or rather on board ship, and when they first hit water are supposed to have the elements of natation down pat enough to keep them afloat and mov ing. '- The methods of the naval officers are scientific and the innovation in itself is unique.' Incomprehensible as it may seem, all sailors are not swimmers. In fact, it Is absolutely known that there are fewer good swimmers. In propor tion, on board ship than on land. Why this Is so it is almost impossible to say, just as it is equally aimcuit xo accoum ror tne ract tnat sanors are usuaiiy poor swimmers as compared wun landsmen. But the French navy is , intent on having Its fighting men scien tific swimmers, and to make them so they teach by scientific methods. The best thine to be taught In is in what is called a "swing," but when there ! are not enough swings to go round, the French sailor uses a chair. In this swing, or on the chair, they lie as! though they were In the water. Then, under the eye of the swimming master, they go through their maneuvers. It is popularly supposed that a swimmer propels himself with his hands and arms or the feet but he doesn't. This is the first thing taught A scientific swimmer uses his hauds and feet to ballast himself, as it were. He keeps afloat with them. The mo tive power is created by the way he uses his legs. First the tar is taught to draw his legs up as far. as he can, like a frog, which leaves a diamond shaped opening between them. All this time be is keeping himself afloat with his hands and feet Then he Is taught to shoot his legs back together, exactly .as a frog does in swimming.. ; By this maneuver the "wedge" of water be tween Lis legs is forced out and the swimmer springs ahead. It Is the same motive force that, sends one over the ice. when "sculling" on skates. " .-' Then the French "swimming master and a couple of assistants, says the Detroit: News-Tribune, hitch a rope around the beginner's waist and pitch him overboard. S MEN WHO DELIVER MAIL. Heart Tragedies that Line the Route of Letter Carriers. "Tell you a story? Why, yes, I might tell a good many stories if that was in my line." The gray carrier blew a pearly wreath of smoke upward and flecked the dead ash from his cigar," says the Denver News. "Let me see. There's an old lady on my route down In Alabama who sits knitting the live long day by the front room window. Every morning and afternoon when I whistle at the door of her next door neighbor she lays down her knitting and peers with a tired, eager face out of that window until I go by. She's got a boy somewhere out West. He doesn't write to her twice a year. Yet twice each day the whole year through she sits there with that anxious look, waiting, waiting, waiting. I feel a twitch at my own heart every time I pass by and see the look of expectancy fade into disappointment Sometimes I'd give $50 to be able to stop and give her five lines from that good-for-nothing boy of hers for whom she's eating out her heart" "That reminds me," said a younger man who heard the gray carrier's story, "of a pretty baby on my route In a Louisiana city. She's a dainty tot about 4 or maybe 5 years old. She has blue-gray eyes like a wood violet that look a fellow straight to the heart. Some little girls can do that after they are older. This tot's mamma died six months ago, and for a month after ward she used to come tripping down the walk to meet me with a little white note in her hand, and looking me to the heart out of those big, trusting eyes, she would say: 'Mr. Postman, won't you please take this letter to my mam ma In heaven?' I used to take the dainty missive from the wee pink hand. I couldn't tell her how far away her mamma was. One day she came, with out a letter and there was pain in the great sweet eyes. 'Mr. Postman, baby wants a letter from mamma. Please, Mr. Postman, tell my mamma me wants some letters, too,' and, boys, every day for a week I had to pass that baby with the pain In the gray blue eyes, and I wondered the angels did not find some way some how to make her baby heart understand.. A Marked Woman. Surpassing fair she was, and yet Grim Fate had snared her in its net A price was on her head! And as she walked among the crowd, Some sneered, some even laughed aloud, For Charity was dead. Her fair cheek-mantled with dismay, For walking forth that summer day To bow at Fashion's shrine, She found that on the hat she wore, A printed slip the legend bore: "Reduced to forty-nine." Philadelphia Inquirer. Not In the Trust. "What's that?" queried the old hen, as she observed a strange plant in the garden. "That" replied the gray goose, "is what they call an egg plant" "An egg plant eh?" observed the old hen. "Well, they say that competition is the life of trade, but I'm getting too old to take any chances, so I'll nip this In the bud." Every mother's pet wishes when he Is grown that the money had been saved for him that was spent on pho tographs when he was a baby. ASTONISHED THE INDIANS. - Exnlnrer's Annliansaf Ctvilixatitm " Seemed Supernatural to Them. - J ? 13 small wonder that the first view of a white man created terror among the superstitious Indians. - A striking instance of this- occurred ' when.,- the . Walla walla Indians first saw Captain" Clark of the Lewis and Clarkexpedition. T1111 to Propitiate the savages and &n&7 'ears of the white men, he Pnnea to visit a vuiage or ,ana- oeiore tne arivai or me rest or uis party. With, this end In view he set out to t cross - the Columbia River In a canoe, taking three men with bim. On the way -he shot a crane and a duck, both of which fell near him. He landed before five wigwams placed close to each other, but not a person was visible, and the doorsi which were of mat, were closed. Holding his pipe In hand, as an indica tion of good-will, he pushed aside one of the doors and entered the lodge. Inside, were thirty men, women and children, huddled together in terror. He went to them, shook each by the hand and said some friendly words, express ing by wordand manner his kindly feel ing. -Their apprehensions were allayed until he took out his burning-glass and lighted his pipe by the rays of the sun. Consternation again prevailed, and what might have occurred but for the timely arrival of two chiefs who knew the white men cannot be told. It seems that the Indians had not seen Captain Clark, but they had seen the wnite crane whlch he nad snot fali just before his appearance. They had also seen the duck fall at his shot. They con nected thfi faU Qf tfae b,rda wfth hlg ad- vent, and thought that he had fallen from the clouds. The sound of the rifle, which they had never before heard, they believed was a signal to announce the white man's coming. Small wonder, then, that their hardly allayed fears were again aroused when he brought down the fire from heaven by means of his burning-glass. STEAD SHOCKS BRITAIN. "William T. Stead, the famous English publicist has shocked Great Britain by writing a book to proclaim and support his theory that, if the British empire Is to be saved, it must be merged iuto WILLIAM T. STEAD. the United States of the world, a new nation which is to result from a politi cal union of Great Britain and the United States, the latter being the mov ing factor. This will doubtless be tak en by most Englishmen as an Insult and certainly by many Americans as a joke, though Mr. Stead seriously thinks that the United States ought to accept the gift and gladly undertake the new task. Stephen Phillips' Psychic Experience. In a New York paper appears the re port of an interview which a corre spondent of that journal says be had with Stephen Phillips while in London Mr. Phillips and the "Interviewer" had lunch. "I'll tell you a strange thing that happened to me once," said Mr. Phillips, and he laid his knife down, as though psychics and cheese would not blend. "My wife and I had taken a little house for the season in Surrey. Beerbohm Tree wanted me to go to Marienbad with him in order to discuss Herod, and I went When I returned my wife met me at the station and told me that nothing on earth would Induce her to live any longer In the Surrey house. She had heard horrible noises, and every night the wailing of a child kept them all awake. "I did not laugh at her," Mr. Phillips is reported to have said, "for these things do not appeal to me, as they do to others, as ridiculous. I determined to Investigate, and I wrote to the late F. W. H. Myers, of the So ciety for Psychical Research. Mr. Myers sent a man down and gave us particular Instructions not to tell him what we had heard or to give him any clue whatever as to the kind of noises that had disturbed us. The man came down, slept a night in the house, and re- ' turned- to London. We had no inter- course with him at all. Later on Mr. : Myers wrote us that after due Investi ! gation they had discovered that a child ' had once been murdered In this particu- lar house. I thought it, and still think j It, remarkable, for it was the wailing of 1 a child that had annoyed us, and we ; had not mentioned the fact to the inves- tigator. ' That I may say, is the only 'psychic experience' I ever had." The Slaughter of Elephants. Antwerp has within the past fourteen years developed Into the most impor tant ivory market in the world. A few years ago only twelve tons of Ivory were Imported into Antwerp from the Congo Free State, but to-day the trade has grown so greatly that over 200 tons are yearly disposed of in the ivory market About one-half of this comes from East and West Africa, in nearly equal proportions, the rest being divided be tween South Africa, Egypt, India and the fossil Ivory, which comes from Si beria, the tusks of extinct mammoths. This Increase in supply has not pre vented a still larger Increase In prices, and at the last Antwerp sale teeth which were valued at $150 per hun dredweight brought ?270, and all grades rose correspondingly. I - A famine price for ivory is tolerably ' certain before long. The present snp- ply destroys from 30,000 to 40,000 ele phants In Central Africa, and about 75, 000 the world over. Pope Leo's Poems. The volume of Latin poems written by Pope Leo XIII., which has recently been published, contains some poems written in 1822. 1 1 t 41 . .,... Ti i I z ala. - OLD 1 FAVORITES I mm lnM.fr - - . . The Xicst Hymn . The Sabbath day waa ending, in a village' - by the sea, . !-. . - The uttered benedh.-tion touched the peo- pie tenderly; And they rose -to face the sunset m Ihe .-- v glowing -lighted west. And then -hastened to their dwellings for God s blessed boon of rest . v But they looked across the waters, and a k storm was raging there; A fierce spirit moved above them the " wild spirit of the air - And it lashed, and shook, and tore them. till they thundered, groaned, and -boomed, - ' And, alas! for any vessel in their yawn- iag gulfs entombed. ' ..... . : -' " Very anxious were the people, on that - rocky coast of Wales, Lest the dawns of coming morrows should " be telling awful tales. When the sea had spent its passion, and should cast upon the shore Bits of wreck and swollen victims, -as it had doue heretofore. With the rough winds blowing "round her, a brave woman strained her eyes, And she saw, along the billows, a larj;e vessel fall and rise. Oh! it did not need a prophet to tell what the end must be, . For no ship could ride in safety near that shore on such a sea. Then the pitying people hurried from their homes and thronged the beach Oh! for power to cross the waters, and the perishing to reach! - Helpless hands were- wrung for sorrow, tender hearts grew cold with dread, And the ship, urged by the tempest to the fatal rock-shore sped. . "She has parted iu the mjddle! Oh, the half of her goes down! " God have mercy! Is His heaven far to seek for those who drown?" . Lo! when next the white, shocked faces looked with terror on the sea, Only one lust clinging figure on a spar was seen to be. Nearer to the trembling watchers came the wrock tossed by the wave; And the man still clung aud floated, though no power on earth couid save. "Could we send him a short message? Here's a trumpet shout away!" 'Twns the preacher's hand that took it and he wondered what to say. Any memory of his sermon? Firstly? Secondly? Ah, no. There was but one thing to utter in that awful hour of woe; So he shouted through the truuioeti "Look to Jesus! can you hear?" And "Ay ay, sir!" rang the answer o'er the waters loud and clear. Then .they listened. "He is singing Mesus, lover of my soul,'" And the wind brought back the echo "while the nearer waters roll;" Strange, indeed, it was to hear him "till the storm of life is past," Singing bravely from the waters "Oh, receive my soul at last" He could have no other refuge. "Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, or, leave me not " The singer dropped at last into the sea. And the watchers, looking homeward through their eyes by tears ;iado dim, Said: "He passed to be with Jesus," in the singing of that hymn." Marianne Farmingham. Preferred, a Plain Dinner. The virtue of plain speaking is not de sirable on all occasions, even when it Is so pleasantly received as in an incident described in "Queens of American Soci ety." What passes under the name of "plain speaking" is too often, as It was in this case, only -rudeness. During the winter of 1795-6, when Judge Samuel Chase was In Philadel phia, a Mr.. Bingham gave a great din ner in his honor. The judge was placed on Mrs. Bingham's right hand, and coolly adjusted his spectacles to view the superb repast, which, unfortunate ly for him, had been prepared by a French cook.. Having searched in vain for a fa miliar dish, he turned to his hostess and remarked, "A very pretty dinner, madam; but there Is not a thing on your i table I can eat." With her habitual presence of mind 1 and urbanity, Mrs. Bingham Inquired if she could procure anything more suit able to his taste. "A beefsteak or a piece of roast beef, madam," was the reply, "will please me better than anything else." A servant was called, and a word whispered in his ear, whereupon he vanished. Very soon he reappeared bearing a dish of roast beef, which, Chase attacked with vigor and appe tite. Having finished, he turned to his host ess, and with a satisfied air exclaimed: "There, madam, I have made a sensi ble and excellent dinner, but no thanks to your French cook!" Her Cue. "And what are the principal shots In billiards?" asked the fair young damsel of the wise young man. "The kiss, the follow, the bank and the draw," he replied. "How lovely!" she exclaimed. "It Is almost like a courtship. First the lover gets a kiss, then he follows the girl all about and then " "And then," interrupts the man, who aspires to pessimism, "and then they get married and he goes to the bank and draws, for that Is his cue, unless he wishes to be frozen." (For the benefit of the unsuspecting reader we will state that "cue" and "frozen" also are billiard terms. There are still more that might be worked into the little jeu d' esprit, such as "scratch," "break," "drive," "tip," "ta ble," "run," etc., but lack of space pre vents carrying the theme to the bitter end. Baltimore American. Appreciation. "That musician is a wonderful man. "He is," answered Mr. Cumrox. "Any body who can get me to pay $25 so that my family can hear him yell at the top of his voice is clever." Wash ington Star.' . No amount of exposure will make a man an immune in a love affair.
