UNAFRAID.
So deep Is the night, my brother
Bat bright the coming day.
And the time for dawn and sunrise
Is never far away.
. I'm watching here in the valley
To catch the first glad rift
In the night clouds hanging over
Gray clouds that soon shall lift
ANDREW HANSEN'S DEBT.
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VTITtTHW TT A VOrV nunt an
outside office of the Astoria
Crescent Cannery. Hia heavy brows
were drawn over his gray eyes, and
under an unkempt beard his mouth
worked uneasily. When he finished,
lie strode over to the cashier. "You
cheat me!" he cried, thickly. "By Jee,
you cheat me twenty dollar!"
"Nonsense, Andrew," said the cash
ier; "you're off. Your account is just
eighty-three dollars and six bits due
you. Not a cent more. Our books
don't lie."
The fisherman hitched up his trou
sers, and his voice fell two notes. "You
cheat me," he muttered, doggedly. "I
bring In two hundred pound more fish.
It's down in my book. See?"
The young fellow who had charge
of the fish delivery books received gin
gerly the greasy pages thrust in at
him, and rapidly compared the entries
there with those in his ledger. Every
now and then he jotted a number on
a pad of blank paper before him, and
when he had run through all the pages
of the fish book he added together his
jottings, and looked up with a weary
.smile. "You're wrong, Andrew," he
said. "See here, where you've gone
off your reckoning. This entry calls
for only twenty pounds of fish, and
you ve read it two hundred. This here
is forty-five pounds of steelhead, and
you've made it salmon. You better be
careful how you say we cheat you.
You are trying to do some cheating
yourself with a darned blunt pencil.
Take your book and clear out." .
The heavy-eyed captain of boat No.
845 loosed his neckerchief and pulled
again at his trousers. "You cheat me!"
he yelled, shrilly. "Ole, he put him
clown that way, and I know how much
fish I bring in. I don't charge him in
the book. You cheat hie!"
A rough order to clear out was the
only response, and Andrew blew like
a porpoise. Then his clumsy tongue
gathered articulateness, and he called
down the curse of God upon the As
toria Crescent, with special reference
to the whiterfaced cashier and Ole,
the weigher. His strident tones re
sounded in the building, and present
ly the manager of the cannery came
from his private office to see what the
-matter was. Andrew turned to him
with a cry for justice.
'But your account is all straight."
sa'.d the manager, after a quick glance
at the book the fisherman held out to
him. "What the devil do you mean
by making such a fuss?" -.
"But Ole make the wrong number,"
Andrew expostulated. "He put down
twenty pound of fish on your book
when I have two hundred on mine. He
cheat me!"
"If you make1 any more howl," said
the manager, roughly, "I'll seize your
boat You owe us a hundred on last
season."
There was, a deep silence, while the
huge ' fellow shambled back as if to
gather himself for a blow. Then in
some way he realized his helplessness
and strove to subdue his voice. 'It
4n'l orVi -f " Vmx mnmhloil T swita wah
no-ting. I pay him all oop. . Ole make
. trrong number. " You can't take my
boat"
Possibly the manager of the cannery
was doubtful of his own position, or
else he was Incited by a charitable
thought of . Andrew's wife and small
La by. He pulled a gold piece from his
pocket and flung it at the fisherman.
"Take this, Andrew, and don't let me
hear any more - of your nonsense.
That's a brand-new ten-dollar piece,
and I'll bet you spend it in a saloon,
and curse me over your glass. Now
clear out!" " ,
Hansen looked at the money in his
calloused palm, and then at the re
treating form of the manager. "Clear
out!" ' said the clerk, "or we'll throw
you out you darned beggar!"
Mrs. Hansen wept when her hus
band told her curtly that she was to
have no new dress. When he refused
to buy a baby carriage for the first
born, there was deep gloom in the
little house tucked up under the hill
above the gas works. But Andrew
did not explain, though he gazed a
long time at the white-haired son,
whose legs were sure, according to his
mother, to be bent like the staves of
a fish barrel did he have no carriage
to ride in." ;
Two days later Andrew paid off his
boat-puller. , It took all the money to
his credit at the cannery. Then he
went out to the racks on which his
net was hung, and worked there for a
week. Later, he drew his boat out on
the beach, and scraped and cleaned
her through without painting a strake.
From that time till September 10th he
sat on the wabbling wharf over the
tide, and figured In his smeary fish
book, and seemed to be nursing some
secret sorrow, so that his acquaint
ances nodded their heads, and said
with many oaths that Andrew was an
111 husband, and was spending his sea
son's wages in sullen drinking.
But when be quietly put his net In
No.' 845 on the 10th, and started out
'fall fishing," the nods of head
changed to open-mouthed astonish
ment ' For Andrew was forehanded in
his way, and enjoyed the reputation of
making enough, even in a poor sum
mer, to avoid the necessity for drift
ing for the slimy salmon that enter
the Columbia in the later months.
Instead of six cents, fish now, com
manded onlyone cent at the cannery
scales, and Andrew grew gaunt .and
haggard before September was out
One day he brought In two hundred!
Whenever night shades are deepest
Then loudest is my song,
In the shadow of the valley
Hope speeds my feet along.
.
Aye, deep is the night, my brother,
But bright the coming day,
And the time for dawn and sunrise
Is never far away.
Los Angeles Herald.
PI
1111
and fifty pounds, his biggest catch.
His balance at the Astoria Crescent
was bettered some nine dollars by two
weeks' work. And Andrew had no
boat-puller to share his profits, but
toiled alone, he and his alarm clock
that warned him to wake and work
when sleep was heavy upon him.
One Sunday at noon Andrew came
down from the little house under the
hill, shambling sullenly out on the
wharf to where his boat lay nosing a
fender pile. His pipe-was gripped in
his teeth, and he raged that the day
should be so fine when he must go out
and spend it in a dirty boat alone,
while his wife sat in white anger at
his parting silence.
After a slow look over the bay he
jolted down the ladder, pulled his boat
in sharply and dropped on the net
heaped amidships. Then with quick
jerks he stepped the mast threw off
the riding line, and with a thrust of
an oar was out in the stream. Five
minutes later No. 345 was speeding
across toward the deep calm in the lee
of the Washington hills. Bowedln the
stern was Andrew Hansen, clutching
his tiller in 'one hairy hand and hold
ing the sheet in the other. Only once
did he glance back, to see if the fish
warden's launch was still tied up by
her dock. For Sunday, until six
o'clock in the evening, is "closed."
Sunset found him below Sand Is
land stowing the last fathoms of his
reeking net A dozen poor fish slid
back and forth in the well to the tum
ble of the boat Andrew flung in the
last armful of net and stood up to
ease his aching back. His eye caught
a solitary pink cloud riding high in
the evening sky, and his gaze fastened
on it truculently.
Gradually the ocean wind chilled,
and the dusk came on like puffs of
smoke before it The crystal of the
lee shores dimmmed, and the bar
leaped higher against the blackened
embers of the west. The clear gleam
from a lighthouse threaded the twi
light, and No. 345 plunged wildly over
gray combers. Still Andrew poised
his bulk over the boat, and as the
seas, rising with the tide, tossed it an
grily, his grim face hardened. Before
his mind rose the image of the man
ager who had cheated him, of the fel
low fisherfolk who had looked at him
quizzically, or hostllely, or pityingly.
His big fists clenched because, were
it not for one thing, he was strong
enough to fend against them all. That,
one thing had ridden his heart till the
very thought of it made his teeth
fasten in his lips and the blood swell
his veins to bursting.
With a sudden access "of rage, he
pulled out of his jacket pocket his fish
book and held its almost obliterated
pages up before himl The crabbed
scrawls of many weighers were jum
bled in its rude columns. But hate
knew the false entries, and his finger,
shriveled by the cold brine, shook as
it traced them out Then the vision
of the little home under the hill, a
paie-faced wife, and a babe with tiny
flste blurred his sight and effaced the
sordid characters. And then a sand
laden wave fell on No. 345, and flooded
it till Andrew -was knee-deep in water.
With a leap he seized an oar. swung
the boat round till it met the next
roller head on. and with a few' swift
jerks raised the sail. The wind was
getting up fast but in pure defiance
he put1 in the sprit and, before No.
345 could yield dangerously to its pres
sure, drove the boat into the eye of the
gale with another sweep of the oar,
and then fell upon the tiller. The
fish-book floated 'in the water among
the slimy chums.
It was black night, and Andrew set
to scanning the' lights before running
up the bay. The roar of the surf was
growing shriller and the foam that
blew past him was alive, not dead
from long drifting. In his wide sweep
of the river's mouth he caught sight
of a strange light off the south end of
the bar. He looked again and again.
He forgot his wrath in this new mat-'
ter, and peered under the foot of his
shaking sail, careless of the fact that
his boat was half waterlogged and
that his catch was slopping about in
the bottom. For Andrew knew that
that glimmer was on another boat and
from its position he also knew that
it was driving into the terror of all
who use Astoria Bay, the chops off
Clatsop Spit. .
. Then his anger came over him again.
Had It not been for the false entry
in his fish-book, and the harsh injus
tice of the manager, he would not now
be out in the night, helplessly watch
ing some unknown fellow struggling
with death. He seemed to catch a
glimpse of a smart house, with a red
fire in a grate, 'and the manager of the
Astoria Crescent toasting himself and
talking to his wife. His own clothes
were sour upon him, and the brine
hardening about his eyes made it tor
ture to look into the wind. Then, with
a defiant curse at the transient vision,
he stooped to his net, and, raising it
fathoms at an armful, thrust it over
the side. It is the last sacrifice a Co
lumbia river fisherman . makes. But
out in the tossing surges of the bar he
saw still a wavering light
Unburdened, No. 345 -answered her
helm quickly. With one hand on the
tilled Andrew baled in wild haste with
the other, throwing the water to lee-.
ward and looking to the lashings of
the heavy ballast-bags. Then, when
all was clear, as he could make It, he
dexterously undid his cumbersome
jacket and stuffed it under the thwart
Another lull in .the wind allowed him
to unlash a second oar, and be, with
this in reserve, settled himself down
stolidly to bis task.
' The breasts of the fishboat threw
the waves aside in blinding spray as
he neared the chops, and when a roar
ing sea swept across the tumbling
raffle Andrew tautened every muscle.
The sea passed In thunder into the
darkness, whither he dared not look,
and left the sturdy craft still heading
on the starboard tack toward the fee
ble gleam in the murk ahead. The sail
was wet to the top of the mast and
from the folds where the sprit wrin
kled It the wind blew the. water in
white foam. Then a short expanse of
less troubled sea Intervened, and Han
sen managed by a quick leap and hot
return to throw the sprit out He was
just in time; for a mountain of water
shut out the wind, and, as the boat
fell away, broke in boiling foam. Two
minutes later No. 345 was again on
her course, half filled, hard to hold,
and dipping deeply at every plunge.
But the light was close aboard and the
fisherman saw to leeward of him the
blotted outlines of a small yacht It
was under bare poles, and every lurch
sent the spray soaring toward the
shrilling stars from its bluff sides.
When he got within a hundred yards
of it Hansen shouted and luffed. The
gale bore him down on the yacht in
an instant and as he was driven past
he saw a man wave his arm frantical
ly, and then the light went out
Steadying No. 845 with one powerful
hand on the tiller, keeping her almost
in the eye of the wind, Andrew Han
sen waited. Suddenly his free arm
went out and caught something. A J
strong pull, and a white face was lift
ed to the thwart; with a wrench that
started his joints, he dragged a girl
into his boat Still he waited, edging
up a little whenever he saw the
chance, but still waiting. An arm was
flung out at him from a rush of foam,
and again Andrew snatched his prey.
This time it was a man, and he fell
beside the girl. "Is that all?" yelled
the fisherman over them.
There was no answer, and again No.
345 was steadied into the wind, though
the streaming waves now carried a
thrill that warned the fisherman that
but little time was left to try the last
chance.
But no other form was seen, and
when a towering wall of spumy water
tossed the capsized yacht within ten
fathoms of his boat, Andrew eased the
sheet from about his leg, and then
started on his way to catch the thread
of the. tide. He knew that for three
hours yet it would be flooding in, and
he felt that no mortal hand could save
No. 345, unless he could make this in
streaming current, and there lie to un
til he was beyond the clutch of the de
vouring bar. So inch by inch he ate
his way out rushing his plunging boat
over the smaller waves, and hanging
her lightly on the slieer steps of crum
bling combers only to flirt her oyer
when the cataract fell. '
Time and again No. 345 rolled In
helplessness till her skipper could fu
riously clear her of some of the in
pouring water; and he gave little heed
to the man and the girl lying across
his feet except to avoid them as he
moved. But his efforts told, and foot
by foot he crept out of the edge of the
chops and into the more regular wil
derness of the deeper channel.
Once out of the deadly trap where
every surge carried death, Andrew re
laxed a little and peered down at the
two people he had saved. When he got
a moment's breathing space he put his
hand on the girl and she stirred under
it The man shuddered to his knees
and threw his hands out to the fisher
man. Satisfied, Andrew threw his
weight on the tiller and eased the
sheet slightly. Five minutes later they
stemmed the main rush of the tide, and
Andrew tied the oars together .and
made them fast to the painter, and
threw them overside so that No. 345
rode to them, shipping no more water
than could be baled out Then Han
sen pulled out his flask and addressed
himself to his passengers.
It was nearly dawn when Andrew
threw his boat's nose in by the wharf
of the Astoria Crescent Cannery. He
clambered forward and groped for the
ladder. When his, hands grasped it he j
made the boat-fast and' climbed up to
the roadway. He returned with a lan
tern and set it at the ladder's head.
Then he Went down into the rolling
craft again and picked up the girl.
Followed by the man, he bore her up j
the ladder and set her down on the i
planks. The other stopped in the fee
ble light of the lantern and fumbled
in his sodden clothes. Andrew glanced
at him, and awkwardly stooped to
wring the water from the girl's skirts.
She shivered, and laid her cold hands
on his, and spoke to him through her
chattering teeth. He replied with a
gesture, and picked up the lantern. Its
pale rays fell on the face of the man
ager of the cannery, who was dragging
out his purse.
"You've saved our lives," said the
manager, hoarsely. "If I can ever do
anything for you, say it Take this
now." j
Andrew thrust his hand into the ;
bosom of his shirt and pulled out a1
handkerchief. He unknotted it, and
there rolled into his palm a coin, glit
tering moistly. With a Jerk he dropped
it into the manager's hand, and strode
to the ladder, taking no notice of. the
purse held out j
"But where are you going?', asked
the other, shivering with the chill.
"What's this for? Ain't you going
to?"
Andrew halted-on the ladder, with
his grim face at the level - of the
planks. "You cheat me!" he said,
harshly. "You make wrong number,
by Jee!"
The manager Btumbled hastily for
ward. His foot struck the lantern and
knocked It overboard. As its glimmer
vanished in the black water he called,
shrilly: "Where are you going? Come
back and let me pay your . ; ; -.
There was no response. But in the
faint light No.' 345 put out into the
channel again. Andrew, was going to
retrieve his net, if haply he might find
it, and as he settled down in his reek
ing clothes he glanced up to the little
house tucked under the hill above the
gas works, and smiled. He was think
ing of his honor, now unstained. San
Francisco Argonaut
Lambs rush Into Wall street where
the old sheep fear to tread. '
WILLIAM E. H. LECKY.
Noted Historian and Parliamentarian
Who Iied Recently.
William E. H. Lecky, who died in
London recently, enjoyed a wide re
pute in English-speaking countries as
an historian. He
was . born near
Dublin, Ireland, in
1838, and was edu
cated In . Trinity
College, Dublin. It
was intended that
he should become
a clergyman in the
Irish Protestant
Church, but on
leaving college he
J abandoned the pur-
w. e. h. lecky. pose and turned to
historical work. His first publication
was "The Leaders of Public Opinion
in Ireland," in which' he sketched the
lives of Swift Flood, G rattan and
O'Connell.
"The History of Rationalism in Eu
rope" and his "History of European
Morals, from Augustus to Charle
magne," published In 1865 and 1809 re
spectively, established his reputation,
but the "History of England During
the Eighteenth Century," which occu
pied him for nearly twenty years, be
ing completed in 1890, gained him his
chief distinction, especially for its lucid
style aad impartiality. The chapters
dealing with Ireland have been pub
lished separately in five volumes. His
other writings partook mainly of the
character of essays, chiefly on modern
subjects.
By his discussion of contemporary
politics in. the work entitled "Democ
racy and Liberty," published in 1896,
his doubts as to the outcome of cer
tain tendencies of modern democra
cies aroused considerable criticism in
America as well as in ..Great Britain,
and in republishing the work his depre
catory estimate , of Gladstone directed
attention to many points In that states
man's career open to attack. He en
tered Parliament in 1895, representing
the University of Dublin. Many of his
works have been translated Into for
eign languages.
Strange to relate, more people live
to be centenarians in warm, countries
than in cold ones.
The notion that a wet season in Eng
land Is followed by one in Australia
has been disproven by H. C. Russell.
The" belief prevails in China that
women who wear short hair will in
the next world be transferred into
men.
In Wales there are 500,000 people
who cannot speak English; in Ireland
there are 30,000 who speak only Irish,
and In Scotland there are 40,000 who
speak only Gaelic.
Fish kept in filtered water will die.
This is because the nutriment in the
fluid has been filtered out of it What
is nutriment to the fish, however,
proves injurious to mankind when it
is taken in a beverage.
The last Congress created 11,310
new offices and employments, at an an
nual compensation of $7,927,629. As
the Congress also abolished 1,815 of
fices, the net increase is 9,501, with an
aggregate of $6,986,158 in salaries and
wages.
There is great grief at Rouen,
France, where the famous bell known
as "Rouvel," which for an uninter
rupted period of 600 years has rung
the curfew, has just exhibited" a se
rious crack. It is feared that repairs
are impossible and that the bell will
never ring again.
Concrete strengthened with steel
or ferro concrete is being used '. for
water mains in Belgium. For moder
ate pressures that is, heads below
sixty-six feet a skeleton of steel bars
of double-T section is prepared, some
of the bars running lengthwise of the
pipe, while these are wrapped with a
spiral of similar bars spaced according
to the pressure to be borne. The skel
eton, in lengths of ten feet is placed
In a vertical mold, which is then filled
with quick-setting cement For great
er heads, up to the maximum of 133
feet the basis of the pipe is a steel
tube one-twenty-fifth, inch thick, with
a steel skeleton both inside and out
side. .!
Women Lawyers.
- Since the Paris bar has been open to
women, not a few members of the fair
sex have taken advantage of the new
privilege accorded them to plead at the
Palais de Justice.
The pioneer in this direction was
Mile. Chauvin, whose debut as "a va
cate! excited a great deal of attention
and whose presence in cap and gown
made a great sensation at the palais.
Her deJt, moreover, had the effect of
setting, the fashion among the Parisl
enes of wearing the white cravat of
the French lawyers. t Since Mile. Chau
vin's debut in 1899 curiosity has died
out to a great extent, and no bad ef
fects of the law have been noticed. It
is even possible that, if the good re
sults could have been anticipated; the
law would have passed the Chamber
by a unanimous vote, instead of by
319 to 174. As a rule, women lawyers
have had' men as their opponents at
the bar, and one could imagine him
self in a sort of judicial salon, if com
pliments and gallant speeches were the
criterion.
. But the other day two women, law
yers found themselves antagonists in
a case. It was funny to see the em
barrassment of the judges, for each
lawyer did her best to captivate the
bench. - Unhappily, the bench could
not get out of the scrape by awarding
the victory to both sides, so the chiv
alrous judges took refuge under a well
known formula and reserved their de
cision for a fortnight f
An Excellent Honselceeper.
Mrs. Knicker So she is a good
housekeeper? ' :
Mrs. Bocker Yes, "' she says she
hates to think that her ancestors are
dust New York Sun. ' ,
When the average man writes his
name on a hotel register it looks like a
Chinese prescription for chills and
fever.
SOOTH IWm 3T
Most of the streets of a great city, regardless of how
widely diversified their Interests may be, hold some few
things In common. But South Water street, Chicago, is an
excaption. There is nothing else like At in any particular,
certainly nothing in Chicago that can parallel its jolly,
hearty cosmopolitan atmosphere, its ever-present good fel
lowship, its deafening battle and roar during the day and
its unearthly stillness and unbroken solitude at night Here
are no undemocratic frills. Along the street many men of
large wealth and some millionaires do business, but they
are guarded by no private office railed off from the Inquis
itive eyes of the crowd, nor is there any ceremony to be
observed if you want to approach them. These heads of
South Water street stores are nearly all at work before 8
m the morning and it is very little short of 6 when they
leave for home at the close of the day. During all of this
time, with the exception of a scant hour for lunch, they
are right down in the heart of the yelling, hustling crowd
with their eyes on every detail and with more than a nod
ding acquaintance with every drayman and operator on
the street ' ,
South Water street is the one thoroughfare in Chicago
in which no family lives over night. Every block of its
length is crowded tight with two or three story brick build
ings, but there is not an inch cf these utilized for living
rooms of any character. There is no space even for the cot
of a night watchman, for here, though millions of dollars'
worth of business is done in a week, there is very little
if anything to" attract thieves. It would certainly be a bold
robber who would try to get away with potatoes or beets or
cabbages enough to pay him for the risk.
The corning of daylight and the starting of business are
simultaneous. Long before the sun straggles through the
mist of the lake, steamer whistles that daily announce the
arrival of hundreds of tons of fruit and produce begin to
scream and soon freight trains are rolling in from Califor
nia along the tracks bordering on the
river, loaded down with grapes, melons
and bound for the warehouses where a few hours later
auction sales are held to dispose of them. There is lio
gradual growing of the bustle. It seems to spring Into life
within half an hour and the transformation is a wonderful
one. By 6 o'clock the wagons are' on the move and a few
minutes later the din of clattering hoofs on the slippery
cobblestones is deafening.
When 7 o'clock comes the wagons
ing continuously into the narrow street for over an hour,
till one wonders how any more can possibly squeeze in at
all, begin to back up In front of the
great heaps of produce from the trains or boats or wait
ing for their turn to be filled with goods destined for hotels,
restaurants, department stores, groceries and fruit stands
all over the city.
SHARK MADE A QUICK TRIP.
Traveled from tbe African to the
Florida Coast in Two Day.
A prominent government official,
who has returned from a visit to Palm
Beach, Fla., tells about seeing a huge
man-eating shark that was captured
at that place, says the New York Trib
une. It was one of the biggest sharks
ever caught in Florida waters and was
evidently a sailor of many years. The
animal measured over 18 feet in length,
had a sword attachment that was as
long as ah arm and was of the leopard
variety, stamping it as one of the man
eating variety a dangerous beast.
The shark was caught by a shark
fisherman. He -used a large rope for a
line and had a windlass as a reeL At
the end of. the line was a huge steel
book and this was baited with a large
bright tim can. The shark bit at the
bait and was entrapped. He was land
ed after Jihe roughest time the fisher
man ever experienced. It was the in
terior of the fish, however, that ex
cited the greatest Interest When he
was cut open a- whole porpoise was
found in the stomach. . There was also
a large piece of partly digested shark
and the head of an ostrich. The piece
of shark inside the monster was out of
the back and contained the backbone
of the dead animal.
,A careful examination showed that
the backbones were larger than the
backbones of the captured shark. A
number of scars on his body showed
that he had been in conflict with an
other shark and the finding of a piece
of the adversary showed that the con
flict had ended in the death of the
opponent that the victor had then
swallowed a Juicy portion of his adversary-
The presence of the ostrich head
in the stomach of the man-eater was
regarded as undoubted proof that the
shark had probably just arrived in
Florida waters from Africa and that
he had made the trip in two or three
days. The head was not digested and
the process of digestion had only just
begun. There is only one ostrich farm
in Florida and when that Institution
was communicated with the owners
said they hadwt lost an ostrich in a
year. The ability of a shark to pass a
fast steamer In one minute's time is
well known to travelers and there Is
no doubt that the shark had been In
African waters and had captured a
stray ostrich or the head of one that
radish done up so
north side of the
and garden truck,
that have been pour
stores, either full of
had been killed and then started across
the Atlantic, reaching the Florida wa
ters before the ostrich head had begun
to digest
AN UNFAMILIAR DIALECT.
An American woman who was lately
in London for the first time is con
vinced that whatever the language may
be which th cockneys speak, it is not
English. One of her experiences is re
lated by the Washington . Post
The woman who wished to see the
city all by herself. Somebody told her
that if she went to the terminus of
some bus lines it did not matter
which and waited a little, she would
hear the conductor call out the places
on- the route, and then could choose
that which she wished to visit
She found a place where buses were
arriving and departing, and waited.
She heard many curious names, but
failed to understand much that the bus
men said. Every now and then the
man on the step of a bus would call
out "Moblotch! Moblotch!" and she
wondered what part of London "Mob
lotch" might be. She had never heard
of It before, and she had been studying
London for six months. At last she
ventured to address a conductor who
looked approachable.
"Will you kindly tell me," she said,
"where one takes tbe bus for Marble
Arch?"
The man looked at her pityingly. Her
American accent was thick upon her,
and he perceived also that she must
be deaf. He leaned toward her and
drew a long breath. Then he bellowed:
: "This Is your bus, ma'am!" and be
gan to shout "Moblotch! Moblotch!"
The visitor had let seven "Moblotch"
buses go because she never once guess
ed that that is the' way Marble Arch
is pronounced In London. '
, Brave in Face of Death.
One of the most thrilling Incidents
ever witnessed in the arena is recalled
by the recent feat of the Spanish tor
eador Reverte. It occurred at Bay
onne. After disposing of two bulls
Reverte had twice plunged his sword
into a third, of great strength and fer
ocity, and as the beast continued
careering wildly the spectators, began
to hiss Reverte for bungling. Wound
You would hardly expect to find very much of an artis
tic touch among such matter-of-fact surroundings, and yet
there is no thoroughfare in the city that has such beautiful
color contrasts as this. Almost from one end to the other
the eye lights everywhere on great masses of color of every
conceivable shade the bright yellow of bananas, the fra
grant greea of great barrels of watercress bunching out
between big lumps at Ice, the variegated kale, golden
pumpkins, the tens of thousands of baskets of grapes with
the bloom of freshness still tover them, the quinces and
peaches and plums and pears, the varying shades of green
4 1 n . i A T 1T A
young onions, the barrels of glorious red and pink and
yellow apples, boxes of carrots and parsnips and snow-
white Chinese radishes, mountains of peaches in all theii
bewildering sun-kissed shades, bundles of fragrant horse-
fearfully tight that you feel sure its cir
culation must be seriously interfered with; brown plantains, .
the glaring, . glossy red of enormous peppers, thousands;
of crocks of golden butter, and cheese In Its many delicate-
shades of yellow all these things mingle In one long revel !
of color that makes a sight of this street a delight to one- '
who sees its beauty and mingles with its bustle for the h
first time.
Here and there the sidewalks, Instead of being bur
dened with heaps of grape baskets or orange boxes, are
filled with crates of cluttering chickens or stately geese
that stick their heads through the slats of their cages and
survey the scene with a solemnity that makes us believe
they know what Is In store for them. The meat men
crowd out everything else in the block between 5th avenue
and Franklin street and you can see nothing but a wilder
ness of carcasses, butchers, drivers in white and blue Jump
ers, and hundreds of the well-known stock yards wagons,,
with their magnificent teams of gray and their clanking
trappings.
Up and down the narrow alleys, between the piles of
goods, men with loaded trucks race along, passing one
another, in some miraculous way, without upsetting any
thing or running over anybody. Though the wagons are
continually moving off from the front of the stores and
going out of the street loaded with merchandise, half a
dozen seem to be coming in for every one that leaves, and
there is no abatement in the rush and stir. In this Inde
scribable confusion, with the thoroughfare choked and with
wagon wheels interlocking each other everywhere, there
are fewer accidents and altercations between drivers than
on any other street in the city. The reason for this is sim
ple enough. Every driver vho ventures Into South Watery
street knows the unwritten rules for the guidance of him- '
self and his team by heart, and, being fully aware of the
disastrous consequences if he transgresses any of them,,
he is extraordinarily careful. Chicago Record-Herald.
ed to the very quick of his pride, thr
Spaniard shouted, "The bull is slain!"
and, throwing aside his sword, sank
on one knee with folded arms in the
middle of the. ring. He was right, but
he had not allowed for the margin of
accident.
The wounded beast charged full up- ,
on him, but the matador, splendid to.
the last, knelt motionless as a statue,,
while the spectators held their breath
in horrified suspense. Reaching hi
victim, the bull literally bounded at
him, and as . he sprang he sank in
death, with his last effort giving one
fearful lunge of the head that drove
a horn into the thigh of the kneeling
man to the Joint Still Reverte never ""
flinched, but remained kneeling, ex
ultant in victory, but calmly contemp
tuous of applause, till he was carried:
away to , heal him of his grievous
wound. " Changed His Mind.
It is a wise father who knows Just
which story to tell' in regard to his.
own child. Jackson, like other men.
Vino a hnrrnr nt Infant nrodidpa an ei
ploited by their proud papas. One day
he met his friend Wilkins, who greeted
him with:
tiaiio, jacKSoni wnai uo yon
think my little girl said this morning?
She's the brightest 4-year-old in town
Sha s1d "
"Excuse me, old man," exclaimed.
Jackson, "I'm on way to keep an
engagement! . Some other time "
"She said, 'Papa,' that Mr. Jackson
is the handsomest man I know!' Haw,
haw! How's that for precocity, eh?"
And Jackson replied:
"Wilkins, I'm a, little early. for my
engagement That youngster certain
ly is a bright one. Come into this toy
shop and help me select a few things
that will please a girl of her taste, and
I'll send, them to her, if you don't
mind." - ; -. - '
Tolerates Nothing Home Made.
Mrs. Gaddie I see you're going in
for society. Has your daughter made
her debut yet?
Mrs. Nurich Well, I should say not
She got all them things made to order
in Paris. Philadelphia Press.
"D'ye know, Hooligan, you look llk
the divil wid a mustache ?'V "Yia; I'm
goto' to shave It off." "Lave It on)
yez'll- look worse widout it" Life.