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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
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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
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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
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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.
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- OLD
1 FAVORITES I
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- - . . 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.