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CHAPTER III.
. Four yean hare passed away since
that October night. I am now eighteen.
I am the last one left of Mr. Porter's
old pupils; they hare all been "bagged"
by some grim custodian, and carried off
I know not whither. Others hare taken
their places, but I am still left I am
melancholy, moody and dreamy. My
reading is limited to a few semi-religious
books. How ardently I long for a copy
of Shakspeare, but not one penny of
pocket money has ever been given me;
neither would the ReT. Mr. Porter hear
of such a book being brought into his
house. Every Image of that one break
In my monotonous existence is indelibly
fixed upon my memory; and I can never
disassociate that mysterious child that
I met under the old Norman gateway
with the Juliet of the play. What a
strange memory she has left upon my
brnln; she is ever with me In my dreams.
Shall I ever see her again? I am ever
asking myself. Yes; I feel assured I
hall. I feel that she is in some way
interwoven with my destiny.
We never saw Josiah Cook again, but
I heard that he had gone away with the
- theatrical company, who left the town
shortly after the time that marked my
adventure. The Rev. Obadiah Porter, of
course, at once settled his eternal pros
pects by condemning him to the bottom
less pit.
During my boyish days the post of
servant was occupied by a very cross old
woman; but a twelvemonth previous to
the period at which I have arrived, she
left, and her place was taken by a
young woman of about twenty years of
age. When I ceased to attend the senool
room I was consigned to the kitchen, and
helped in the household work. Martha
and I soon became fast friends. She
used to say that had it not been for me
she would not have remained a month
In the house. In the winter evenings.
after she had finished her work, when
Mr. Porter did not require our presence
at Little Bethlehem, or at religious ex
ercises, we used to sit by the fire and
talk. She had but little education; but
her shrewd mind was a better tutor for
me at that time than would have been
a more learned, sedentary companion,
The second person of whom I must
apeak conjures up a very different set of
images. I remember the first time I saw
him was the very evening after my niem-
. orable escapade. We were at prayers
there was a loud, imperious knock at tne
... street door. The Rev. Mr. Porter paus
ed and signed to the servant to answer
The next moment there entered the
parlor a tall, elegantly dressed man, with
a remarkably pale face, the pallor of
which was greatly enhanced by a full,
glossy black beard, black curling hair,
and large black eyes. One of those
tranee shndders. at which the supersti
tious cry out that some one is walking
over their grave, ran through me us I
looked up at him. He stood in the door
way, and . cast upon the group a glance
f infinite scorn.
."When you have finished your devo
tions," he said, with a sneer, addressing
my tutor, "I have something to say to
you."
The Rev. Obadiah Porter colored, hesi
tated for a moment, and then rising,
aid, with hia devotional whine, "We
will ask a blessing upon all here, and
Tbray no more to-night"
With an exclamation of contemptuous
impatience, the stranger threw himself
, upon the sofa, his head Btill covered. We
were quickly hustled out of the room,
and the tutor and his daughter were left
alone with their irreverent visitor.
More than a twelvemonth passed
away before he came again to the house.
Then, little by little, he became a fre-
quent visitor. Miss Judith and he were
very frequently together.' I used often
to see them stroll down the road arm
, ln-arm: and by and by I began to ob
serve how anxiously Bhe watched for
his coming. Martha soon comprehended
how matters stood.
"I don't like that Mr. Rodwell," she
used to say; "and if Judith wasn't qnite
so high in her manner I should take the
liberty of telling her so."
One evening I was summoned from the
kitchen to attend Mr. Porter - in his
"study." When-1 entered the room he
bade me shut the door, and take a scat
I obeyed him, wondering what was com
"Silas," he began, fixing hia small,
ham eyes upon me, and brushing back
the rebellious hair from his low fore
head, "can you remember anything - of
your life previous to the time that Provi
dence entrusted you to my keeping?
Don't hatch a lie," he said, sharply; "re
member the fate of Ananias."
"Indeed, sir, I have no such thought,'
I answered meekly. "Remember, how
young I must have been when I first
came to you, and
"Don't beat about the bush," he cried,
yet more sharply. "You are concealing
something: you can't deceive me." Then
suddenly changing his tone to his usual
one of shuffling hypocrisy, he added: "Si
las, I am asking these questions for your
B00,l for the sake of those carnal in-
terests that must be looked to while we
are sojourners In this world of shu"
He leaned forward with his arms upon
the table, and fixing his snake-like eyes
upon me, as though to read my very
oul. he began in a low voice: "I will
tell you all I know; perhaps that will
helo your-Jnemory. . Thirteen years ago.
a middle-aged woman, looking like a gen-
, tleman's housekeeper, or something of
' that sort, called here to ask my terms
for taking charge of a child of five
years old. She had seen my advertise-.
ment, and thought It would suit the pur
- pose she had in view. . She was most
particular in her injunctions that you
should be reared stncuy ana religiously
Two days afterwards she brought you
here. She gave. the name of Carston,
and said that you were to be called
Silas Carston. ' The money . was to be
drawn half-yearly, of Messrs. Fogle and
Quirk, solicitors. For the sake of the
precious soul entrusted to my keeping,
tried ' as discreetly as possible to glean
-a little more Information; but she was
very close, and awfully stern, and
could zot get even an address out of her.
The money has always been paid regu
larly to the day. Once I called npon
Messrs. Fogle and Quick; but I found
them stiff-necked men, of hard and unre-
generate hearts. Two years ago I wrote
to say that, as you had passed bejond
the school boy age, I wished for further
instructions. About a week after, I got
a short note, saying that you were still
to remain with me; but as they desired
that you should not contract idle habits.
was to give yon some sort of useful
employment Why don't yon say some
thing, Silas"?" he cried, striking the ta
ble sharply with hia fist
What what do you want me to say.
sir?" I stammered.
"The truth what yon know."
"I don't know anything indeed, I do
not"
There was a savage look about him, as
though he would have liked to have
squeezed something more out of my
throat Then he took out of a desk be
side him a small gold locket, and passed
it to me, saying, "This was sewn up
in your frock when you were brought
here. I don't think she who brought
you knew anything about it"
It contained the portrait of a very
beautiful young woman a foreigner, I
should have imagined; dark hair, olive-
tinged complexion, also a lock of brown
hair; and upon the back was engraved
the initials "F, B." and "E. M." joined
together by a true lovers' knot
"The woman who brought you here,
he went on, "was tall; and big-boned;
thin, white lips; a nose like a parrot's
beak; light gray eyes, as cold as stone.
She wore a front of dark brown hair.
dressed In small, fiat curls, and bound
round the forehead' by a band of narrow
blsck velvet; she was dressed in black
silk, and wore a muslin handkerchief
crossed upon her bosom."
While he spoke, a veil seemed lifted
from my memory; the woman seemed to
stand before me. I had trembled be
fore those cold, stony eyes. That por
trait too my heart told me it was my
mother's, and a shadowy remembrance
came upon me that I had been at some
time fondled by such a face.
The Rev. Obadiah Porter was evident
ly disappointed at the result of his reve
lations. He snatched the locket out of
my hand, and then locked it up in the
desk again.
"Well, well, if yon can't remember,
you can't" ' he said, irritably. "But
when you are alone, or In bed, try and
think. Who knows? you might be the
child of some great or rich people," he
added, cunningly. - "Think what an ad-
ventage it would be if you could find
this out! But we won't talk any more
of this at present I have something
else to speak to you about Silas, it has
much troubled me, for some time, to see
a youth of your appearance and proba
ble prospects doing menial work. I've
long been thinking whether I couldn't
more profitably employ you; and, after a
talk with my daughter, I've come to the
conclusion that yon shall, henceforth,
assist her in the care of the boys."
My duties as tutor were to commence
on the next day. I really felt very grate
to him for what appeared, to my unso
phisticated mind, a great kindness; and
so l told Martna when 1 went back to
the kitchen.
Well, I don't know about being grate
ful, Silas," she cried. "Depend upon it
master's serving his own turn. Miss
Judith's getting very tired of the work;
and if she was to go away, what would
he do? It wouldn't suit him to have a
stranger in the house. ' Now don't you
see" that he couldn t do without you
that you're the very thing he wants?"
Martha's worldly view of the matter
somewhat dashed my exalted 'feelings of
gratitude; yet for all that I still felt
very thankful for the change.
CHAPTER IV.
In less than a week I found myself
sole tutor to the Rev. Obadiah Porter's
pupils. Martha was right; Miss Judith
had grown tired of the work, and, seiz
ing the opportunity of my initiation, re
linquished it altogether. I now dined in
the parlor, but took the rest of my meals
in the kitchen, where I also spent my
evenings. By and by Martha called my
attention to a great alteration that had
taken place in her mistress. There was
worn, anxious look in her face; and
she seldom quitted her own room. Then
we began to notice that Mr. Rodwell's
visits grew more infrequent, and at last
ceased altogether.
One day Mr. Porter informed me that
he was going to London for a few days.
Such an event had never happened in
my memory; it was to me the climax of
all the changes.
"To you, Silas," he said, "I commit
the care of the precious lambs of my
fold, and you must also give an eye to
household affairs, as my daughter's
health, is not strong at present It is a
great trust but you will prove worthy
of it You are almost like a son to me,
Silas." "
He paused upon The last words like
one struck with a sudden idea, and while
he stood gazing at me, a strange look
stole across his face.. For the first time
nl his life he took my hand; his clasp was
cold and clammy; he meant to be kind
and caressing, but I had never felt so re
pelled against him. I shuddered, with
a boding presentiment of evil.
While he was away Miss Judith took
all her meals in her own room. Thus
the house was almost entirely under the
care of myself and Martha. .-
- On the fifth- day after his departure,
at 5 in the evening, Mr. Porter returned.
I was in the front -garden. . Now this
ground was kept .sacred tohim and his
daughter, but having a great love of
flowers, and having acquired some
knowledge of gardening,. I. had of late
been privileged to tend the beds, and
prune the shrubs of this exclusive spot
I had no desire to presume upon this
privilege, as I greatly preferred the more
extensive grounds that lay at the back,
which were free to all. ' A wall of abont
ten feet in height separated this garden
from the road. When I saw MrPorter
come through the gate, I was busily em
ployed in cutting away the dead blos
soms from a very fine rhododendron bush
which stood near one of the parlor win
dows. Although I was in full sight, he
did not perceive me. The bush stood
between me and the window, which waa
wide open, and entirely concealed me
irom any one wno mignt De witnin. i i
heard my master enter the room, and a
minute afterwards he was joined by his
daughter, whom I heard eagerly ask him,
"What he had done had he -been suc
cessful?" "He has gone to Paris," waa the reply,
in a harsh tone.
"Gone to Paris! Oh, what will be
come of me what will become of me?"
I heard Judith cry, in a tone of despair.
"I loved him very dearly! But he can
not he will not he shall not desert me!"
"But he has done it His last letter
was qnite enough. And now he's gone
off to Paris, to get out of the way of
your reproaches."
But if he went to the world's end.
he should not get beyond the reach of
my revenge!" she cried, excitedly. "But
how do you know he's gone? Who told
you bo? Perhaps you have been pur
posely deceived?"
"Not such a fool. They'll have to get
up betimes to deceive me! In the first
place. I never made any inquiries my
self; a friend that they couldn't suspect
did that for me. He left ten days ago."
What shall I do whnt shall I do?"
And what shall I do?" he cried, in a
savage tone. - And I heard him smash
his fiRt down upon the table, and could
almost fancy I heard the grinding of his
teeth. "But-in the meanwhile we must
think of the present time. We are in
snug quartprs. here, and I don't feel in
clined to give them up. Remember, if. I
lost my chapel, I should lose the boys,
too; for although their friends would re
ceive the tidings of their deaths with the
utmost satisfaction, yet their consciences
and their sense of duty would be trou
bled by the thought that the unhappy
Little wretches were under a master of
lax morality. With such people, you
know, everything is doing the proper;
they don't care for the humane. Now
the very day I started for the city an
idea came into my head, which a chance
circumstance haa since strengthened. It
all depends upon you whether you 11 act
upon it
He paused, as though expecting an an
swer; but none came. After a moment
he resumed, in a somewhat hesitating
tone, "You'll stare when I tell you what
it is; but for your own peace of mind.
as well as mine, you must be married."
Married to whom?" she asked, drear
ily. ,. ,
"Suppose I were to tell you that I had
a husbaud in my eye? What do you say
to Silas Carston?"
I could scarcely repress the cry that
rose to my lips at the sound of my name
so strangely associated.
"What!" she cried,, impetuously,
marry that puny, contemptible, sneaking
boy! You are mad!
He would make a very good hus
band."
A very meek one, no doubt" she said
scornfully.
Listen to me. Worm as he is, it may
be a better match than you suspect
thought I would call upon Fogle and
Quick. In the first place, to endeavor
to get the money increased, in consid
eration of his age; and in the second
place, to try and glean a little informa
tion. Just as I got within sight of the
door, .who should I see coming out- but
the identical old woman that brought, the
boy here. There was no mistaking ' her
she seemed to nave on the very same
dress that she wore thirteen years ago
and as to her face, it is one' of those iron
faces upon which years seem to have no
power. Here s my chance, I thought
I don't lose sight of you till you're
earthed.' So, instead of calling npon
the lawyers, I followed the old woman
at a respectful distance.
At this point of the dialogue, to me
the most interesting, I lost the thread,
Two pleasure vans, full of peaople who
had been out holiday keeping for the
day, were returning to the town; the
occupants were singing, shouting and
laughing, in a most vociferous strain. To
make the matter worse, just as they
got beyond the house, a delay of some
kind occurred; either something was
wrong with the carriages or the horses.
Whatever it might have been, it detained
them for two or three minutes, during
which the bawling and shouting contin
ued so loudly that I could not catch
word that was spoken in the parlor.
When at last the noisy crew drove away
the revelation that I so eagerly desired
to hear had passed.
May-be he would not Have me, were
the first words that fell upon my ears..
"How could he help himself, if I were
determined upon it? Besides, you could
soon make him a puppet in your hands."
"Don't let us talk any more now."
"Very well. And here comes Martha
with the dinner."
And so the conversation ended. I
heard Martha come and close the win
dow, and draw down he blind and then
I crept from my biding place, and got
round to the back garden. For "a time
I could not go into the honse; every
nerve was trembling. I felt like one
surrounded by a circle of fire the victim
of some foul plot the exact nature of
which I could not understand, but from
which I could perceive no escape.
(To be continued.!
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J LITTLE STORIES
I AND INCIDENTS t
1! - a
That Will Interest
Entertain Young
Readers.
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We Ain't A-Scairt o' Pa.
Us boys ain't scairt o' Pa so much,
lie only makes a noise,
An' says he never did see such .
Onmanageable boys.
But when Ma looks around I see
Just somethin' long an' flat
An' always make a point to be
borne better after that
Pa promises an promises,
But never does a thing;
But what Ma says she does she does,
An when I go to bring
Her slipper or her hair brush when
She says she'll dust my pants,
think I could be better then
If I had one more chance.
Pa always says nex time 'at he
W ill have a word to say.
But Ma she is more apt to be
A-dom right away;
Pa turns around at us an' glares
As fierce as he can look,
But when we're out of sight upstairs
He goes back to his book.
Ma doesn't glare as much as Pa,
Or make as big a fuss. -
But what she says is law is law,
And when she speaks to us
She's lookin' carelessly .around
F'r something long an' flat
And when we notice it we're bound
To be good after that
So we ain't scairt o' Pa at ail,
Although he thinks we are;
But when we hear Ma come an' call.
No difference how far
We are away we answer quick.
An tell her where we re at
When she stoops down an' starts to pick
Up something long an' flat
J. W. Foley In New York Times.
Raisins.
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I'm Jeelin cvufy
I w et This bit oj
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spirits vise
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Hiding. .
Little Peter hid from Paul,
In the corner of the house;
There he stood a long, long time.
Quiet as a little mouse.
On the other side the barrel
Little Paul from Peter hid,
Cost of Running a Creamery.
The total cost of running a creamery
and marketing the product, including
Interest on the investment and provi
sion for a sinking fund, ought not to
exceed 3 cents for every pound of
butter made. Under favorable coiidi-
tions this cost ought to be reduced to
8 or even as low as 1 cents. . The
smallest practical creamery cannot be
operated for less than $4-xr $5 per
day. It becomes evident then that the
daily product should be over 150
pounds as a -safe minimum. Conse
quently no creamery should be put Into
operation unless having control - or a
promise of about 300 cows. Oscar Erf,
University of Illinois, in Orange Judd
Farmer.
The bodies of men who have per
ished in sandy deserts become so thor
oughly dried by the sun and wind as
to be reduced to 30 per cent of their
weight In life. . :
The light of the firefly is produced
by some combination of phosphorus,
though In what manner has not yet
been determined. - ' .
He who desires
Claudlanus
is always poor.
WOMEN WEAR POISON RINGS.
and you can make one pretty easily.
Get a piece of tin and cut out a circle
or a round piece about six inches in
diameter. Now draw a pencil line
across the circle, arid another line
across the tin at right angles to the
first, so that the circle will be divided
into four equal parts. Get a heavy
pair of scissors and cut along each of
these lines to within half an inch of
the center. You may easily bend back
the pieces of tin so formed until they
have the position shown in the picture.
This screw can be nailed to the end of
the shaft or by punching a hole in the
center of the tin you may run the shaft
through it and fasten it by copper wire.
No matter what the boat will do,
when made it will be well worth the
trouble, for if it should stand still and
refuse to go ahead, even in a strong
wind, then you will have something
which will fool every one of your
friends and raise many a laugh at their
expense.
Practical Education.
Every boy and ghCthat is educated
should be able to
Write a good, legible hand.
Spell all the words in ordinary use.
Know how to use these-words.
Speak and write good English.
Write a good social letter.
Add a column of figures rapidly.
Make out an ordinary account
Receipt it when paid.
Write an ordinary promissory note.
Reckon the interest or discount on it
for days, months and years.
Draw an ordinary bank, check.
Take it to the proper place in a bank
to get the cash.
Make neat and correct entries in day
book and ledger
Tell the number of . yards of carpet
required for the parlor.
Measure , the pile of lumber in the
shed.
Tell something about the laws of
health, and what to do in case of emergency.
Know how to behave In public and
society.
Have a good knowledge of the Bible.
Have some acquaintance with the
three great kingdoms of nature.
Have sufficient common sense to get
along in the world.
New Kind of Lamps.
A little country boy visited his aunt
in the city and when he returned home
his mother asked him what kind of
lamps his aunt had. . He said, "They
don't have any lamps at all; they light
the end of the towel rack." This is an
actual experience and the boy is a
relative of that little boy who, eating
some pineapple for the first time- and
being asked his opinion of it, said: "I
thing it is a wooden lemonade." These
bright and pleasing things coming from
young America make wholesome read
ing.
Out of the Months of Babes.
Nellie (aged 5) Mamma, do you real
ly and truly love me? Mamma (a
widow) Of course I do, dear. Nellie
Then won't you please marry the
man who owns the candy store? -
Little Margie Mamma, do you think
grandpa has really gone to heaven?
Mamma Certainly, my dear. Little
Margie Well, I guess he sneaks out
once in a while to smoke his pipe.
"Willie," snid the teacher, "what
would you do if you had the goose that
laid golden eggs?" "Why," answered
the young schemer, "I'd make her set
on some of the eggs and hatch out
more geese of the same kind."
Harry had been teasing his little
sister. "Why, Harry," said his moth
er, "I'm surprised at you!" "Oh, that's
nothing," replied the incorrigible
youngster. "I'll be surprised if you
ever quit being surprised at me.
' "Now, sir," said the indignant moth
er to her naughty 5-year-old son, "I'm
going to give you a good whipping.
"If you'll cut it out,, mamma," rejoin
ed the diplomatic youngster, "I'll use
my influence with papa to get you a
new sealskin sack."
Jewelry of Days When Harder Was
Fashionable the 'Fad.
Society women have a brand new
fad, and even the most blase of the -"500"
can't deny that the smart ma
trons have started an interesting nov
elty, says the New York World. The
newest sensation among the ultra
smart set is the poison ring.
Not that the swell matrons are con
templating any "Lucrezla Borgia" set,
nor are they followers in the footsteps
of the Medici, but the poison ring is
a real affair Just the same.
The fad was started by Mrs. Gran
ville Kane.
The rings first appeared at a dance,
and immediately Mrs. William Peirson
Hamilton, who is known for her love
of quaint and oriental jewelry, became
e follower of the fad.
Mrs. Hamilton's love of quaint de
signs in jewelry became known most
prominently at the time of her mar
riage, when as Juliet Morgan, daugh
ter of J. Pierpont Morgan, she received
a handsome bracelet, an ancient Ital
ian design from an Italian nobleman.
The bracelet was sent In a book and
was discovered by the customs officers.
and J. Pierpont Morgan paid $475 duty
in order to avoid its seizure and the
publicity of an auction sale.
The other beautiful society matrons
who are wearing the poison rings on
their fair fingers are Mrs. Arthur E. .,
Grannls and Mrs. Henry Trevor.
Mrs. Trevor's ring is historical and
said to have belonged, to a member of
the house of Richelieu. The ring is
of exquisite workmanship and is set
with a sapphire hedged with alternat
ing diamonds and topazes. '
Now, in spite of the fact" that these
Interesting rings are causing the more
conservative of society to raise thejr"
eyebrows, there Is a little secret about
them that robs them of part of their
romance. They do not contain a sin
gle drop of poison.
, The little chamber that used to con
tain the deadly poison which brought
swift and sudden death on desired oc
casions in those days of sudden mur
der and secret plotting, now holds only
a tiny bit of rich and powerful smell
ing salts.
Mrs." Trevor's ring Is made so that
pressure on a spring in one side of
the hoop distils a microscopic drop of
liquid through one of the surrounding
stones. This is necessarily hollow, but
the aperture is so small as to be im- -perceptible
except on the closest examination.
The rings, which have given society
something to talk about, are extremely
rare, for all are relics of ancient
houses and have been procured for
their new owners only after careful
search. Modern rings are made In this
form, and the new society fad . indi
cates that up to date Jewelers will
henceforth offer rings . that dispense
sweet perfume and smelling salts, but
the old historic rings, with their clus
tering memories of sudden death, are
the ones the women of the "500" covet
for their bejeweled fingers.
Each expecting to be found
By the other little kid.
Mamma called quite loudly: "Oh,
- Come to supper, Pete and Paul!"
But they stood and waited there 1
For each other that is all.
What Will This Boat Do?
It is very easy to see by looking at
the picture just how this boat Is made,
but it is not so easy to tell. what It will
do. ' We will - assume that the shaft
works easily, without friction, and that
a good; strong wind 1 blows steadily,
Now, what will the boat do? Will It
go forward, backward, or stand still?
It is not answered as easily as you
'
may at first think. Who can tell what
It will do? Of course the very easiest
way-to find out la to make a boat and
try It ' -V .
, The only part that might give you
I -any trouble la the propeller or screw,
A Striking Individuality.
It does not pay to be too striking
in one's individuality unless that char
acteristic Is the outspringing of one's
own nature. . Directly little eccentri
cities are assumed criticism is invit
ed. We become conspicuous and the
unconventional beauty which we wish
to achieve turns , to gall and worm
wood in what the world -calls only
"queerness." Unless you can be ar
tistically out of the ordinary do not
try to be other than commonplace. It
does not pay to bring down reproach
and sarcasm upon your unprotected
head for the sake of winning notoriety.
Better by far to pursue the even tenor
of your way, exactly as thousands of
other mortals do, than to strike out
Into new paths which lead only into
the jungle oft ridicule and : condemna
tion. """" :-, -" -.
Child. Weddings in India,
The custom of marrying girls when
they are mere, children of nine or ten
years Is increasing rather than de'
creasing In Bengal and other parts of
India. The resulting racial degenera
tion is becoming so obvious that laws
have been passed in several regions
forbidding the marriage of girls under
fourteen.
A lawyer draws up a will In such a
way that he can see a second fee when
It Is contested.
TOURISTS PESTS IN ROME.
Tip-Seekers, Beargara and Tenders
Fleece the Foreigners.
One hears a great deal about the
"Association to Facilitate the Move
ment of Foreigners"' In Italy, but of
the good accomplished by 'these well-
meaning persons, says the London Pail
Mall Gazette, one hears much less.
There is no doubt that there is a
crying evil In the peninsula, which
to some people overbalances her un
doubted attractions that of the con
tinual necessity to pay out money In
small sums if you wish any peace.
Take, for Instance, the trip from Na
ples to Sorrento and Capri. When you
return you are shorn of perhaps 3 lire,
not more, but the giving of that 3 lire
has been such a weariness to the flesh
that xyou feel that you have given
thousands. First you fall into the
hands of the boatman to go on board;
getting down to Capri there are fresh
payments and on visiting the grotto
there are further disbursements, with
innumerable tips to odd people and
beggars, while Illustrated post cards
and coral venders make life a burden.
And this is only one example of what
the press aptly calls the "hunt of -the
foreigners." It is argued that this
would be avoided if the tourist paid
something more for his round ticket .
and had not to disburse these small
sums.
The Swiss and Germans are no less
anxious to make money out of travel
ers, but so marvelous Is their organ
ization that the victim is to some ex
tent unaware of the fact and pays
cheerfully .whatever is asked. This
being so, it is proposed to Invite the
above-mentioned society to move In
the-, subject and see, if they cannot
justify their existence.
Statistics show that the number of
beggars along the beaten track of trav
elers has very much decreased and
that those who do exist are much less
Importunate and although the "Society
for Foreigners" claims the credit, it
is more due to . the "Association
Against Begging" and still more to the
chiefs of police.
No Wonder They Lose.
"Is them the' Senators?" asked the
low-browed and square-jawed Individ
ual who surveyed the scene from the
gallery at the opening of Congress.
"Yes," answered the friend.
"Well," was the response after soma
critical examination, "It ain't no won
der every other club In the league
beats 'em." Washington Post
: - .. Idille.
A girl had a hat of chenille, . , '
With ornaments made of cut 8 tills,
And she wore on her back ;
An elegant sack,
And of course it waa made ont of sille. '
Chicago Chronicle.