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rrcic.
Slio Is pretty ns a fairy,
And her voice is soft ami low.
And her chatter, light had airv
Like a bnbbllna stream doth flow.
Ab nhe walks the Ions verandas
Of ourwntcrlnp-idnro hotel,
All the rustic .lane Amandas
Wish that they could be so swell,
And her presence is so sunny,
An she Hits about the place,
You'd suppose the bees for honey
Would co hunting on her face.
And vou'd think, if she'd invite you
Just, to call on her in town,
Uow hiitnensoly 'twould delight you
That's
Mrs. Brown.
As your eyes in ndmiration
tYiii-o her tlittim; here and there,
You arc lost in admiration
Not iimn'mcled with despair
O'er the happineM unbounded
That the lucky Drown has got,
And you wish the chnp confounded
When you think what you have not.
Oh, she's very, very pretty
Yet, my friend, there's not a caso
Of scandal, gossip witty
Or the like, around the place,
Not a case of wicked chatter,
When you come to sift it down,
Hut you'll 11ml that she's the mattor
It's
Mrs. Drown.
"LITTLE MRS. HAINES."
by makgahi:t vukxk.
I.
It was an eventful era in my young
Hfo when my father announced his in
tention of renting the light, airy,
southern chamber of our old brown
houso to a young portrait-painter
who was about becoming a resident in
our village during a fow weeks of the
summer. Never before had an event
so stirring and exciting in its tendency
broken over tho monotony of my ex
istence. Never before had my childish
imagination been furnished with so
wide a field of action or my little
heart throbbed and palpitated with
such a strange mixture of wonder and
delight. A portrait painter under our
own brown roof, within the walls of
my own home what a rarochancofor
my inquisitive eyes to draw in a new
fund of knowledge! What an object
of envy I should be to my little mates,
and how daintily would I mete out to
them what 1 learned from day to day
of the wondrous man of tho wondrous
employment.
I had heard of portrait-painters bv
fore, it is true, but only as I had
heard and read of fairies in my little
story-books, or listened to my father
ns ho talked of kings and courtiers in
tho great world afar off. Upon our
parlor walls from my earlirst remem
branco had hung portraits of my
grandfathers and grandmothers, but
I had no idea how their faces came
stamped upon tho dark canvas, or
when or by whom their shadows had
been fixed within theheavy gilt frames.
Like tho trees that waved by tho
door, and tho lilacs that blossomed
every year by tho old gate, they had
to me always been so.
But now my eyes wore to rest upon
tho lace of ono whoso existence- had
been like a myth, a fable! What a
wonderful personage ho would be!
What a dark visage ho would boast,
nnd what n monstrous, giant-like
form! How entirely unlike every per
son that I had over seen or known
would bo this portrait painter.
While these speculations wero at
their height in my busy brain, the hero
made his appearance, scattering them
morcile.-sly to tho four winds. There
was nothinggiantlikc in the lithe.grnce
ful figure that sprang from tho village
coach, o" dark in the pleasant, boyish
face, shaded by soft masses of brown
hair, and lit up by a merry pair of
blue eyes, running over with mirth
and mischief. His name, too, quite
like tho generality of names, had
nothing wonderful of striking by
which to characterize it. He
-was simply Frank Hnynes, nothing
more or less, and when, with a pleas
ant, easy grace, ho sought to wm my
childish favor I bhould have been
quite at home had not tho stunning
knowledge- of his art overpowered me.
It was a strange freak for a child of
ton summers, but somehow it crept
into my baby brain that 1 must not
like him, although tho while, in spito
of myself, a preference for his opinions,
ways and looks, grow up strong with
in mo. If ho spoko to mo when nny
ono was obsorving h'.m I was silent
and shrank away from him timidly,
but when wo wore alone I chatted and
chirruped like n young robin. I think
ho must have noticed this, and from
it taken into his head the boyish idea
of teaming mo.
To him, he said, I was little Phebo
I,estor no longor, "now that ho knew
how much I cared for him. For tho
future he should call mo .Mrs. Haynes
little Mrs. llaynoe nnd f-hould bo
very angry if ovuryhody in the house
did not follow his example. J mwt
not over have any little beaux among
the schoolboys now t lint my name was
changed; but I must bo prim and prop
er like any married woman who was
faithful to her hiwbandr
"Would I ajjree to this?" he aked.
I glanced up from the hem of my
white miuliii apron, which I lmd been
wUting about my finder, to meet my
mother' eye liiiHilutitfliingly upon my
Uu. in a moiiifiit my lijw wm cloned
rwtalutoly, hil Mwingat oimw the
omm of my ilf ra-lid out of the
window Mtid ih kcl row from a
liMinliW tin that "vl'1 nearly to ilw
"Utile Mr. Uartm iwut .r tl
IK tmn I wotii'i in w r at
I ... . i II.. i . .
i out ruv im Btfftiu
i
o
(AT IUM
mum
UMMU
and so I snitl that I would wear it, if
ho wanted me to.
And would 1 consent to bo called
little Mrs. llnynes?
(J
Q"Yes, I would consent."
"Then it was all right. He would
never look about for a wife, nor should
1 ever look about for a husband. W e
wero Mr. and Mrs. Haynes. Did that
suit me?"
"Oh, yes, that muted me! I like
that!"
"Well, then, he should havo to buy
mo a little gold ring to wear upon my
third linger, to let folks know that
some one owned me."
"No, I didn't want a ring!"
"Tut, tut, tut! That would never
do. People who were engaged to be
married always cave such pledges.
Ho should speak to father about it,
so that it would be all right. If ho
was willing would I wear tho ring?"
"No, I didn't like rings."
"Wouldn't I like a ring that he
would buy?"
"No I wouldn't like a ring at any
rate."
During his stay, which was protract
ed to months instead of weeks, he
strove in every wny to change my deJ
termination about the engagement1
ring as lie termed it. I was inexora
ble. A ring 1 would not wear. Not
even when ho made ready for his de
parture, and told mo that in a few
weeks he should bo thousands of
miles away from mo, nor when ho
piled up before me pictures that ho
had drawn at his leisure, during the
long summer hours that hung heavily
imon bis bands, would I revoke 1UV
decision. I would take the finely ex
ecuted drawings, and prettily framed
portrait of himself, but I would have
no rings.
At last he went away from us. I
ahull never force!, tho mornillL'. or llOW
cold, dull, and cheerless it seemed to
mo. How dreary and desolate every
thing looked becauso ho was going
away. It was no cvery-day grief that
bni-o (lnu'ii nn mv vniiti! heart, no
childish promiso that assured him, as
ho kissed my quivering lips, that I
would never forget him, and that I
would nlwnvs bo his littlo Mrs.
1 Invtipq
" Would I write to him and sign that
name?"
"Yns. T would."
"I was n. rood trirl. then, and he
would never force t mo. Good-bv!"
"Good-by!" My voice trembled and
fl,,H-n,.r1 imnnllni word. Ill 111V short
lifo they were the hardest I had found
to speak.
llnrinrr the next two VCai'S HO hldv
love could have been more faithful to
br.i- jilisnnr kni'dit than I was to Frank
Tin -lin4. The' brightest moments of
jsy'lifo circled about the reception of
his letters, the greatest joy oi mo was
thorn. A nioncr in v school
mates I had no childish love.no juven-
lies to wait upo.l mo to sieign-riues
,1 ml nnrties that the children in the
neighborhood delighted m. It I could
not go nnd comoalono I would remain
nt. home, whatever might bo the in
dncpiiiimts offered to tempt mo fiom
mv iiiiswp.rviiH' course. I was littlo
Mrs. Haynes, and littlo Mrs. Haynes
1 -,io limit, imon renin inill'.
But while 1 was in tho very midst of
mv heroic devotion a ternuio rumor
vn.K.liivl mv em-.s. n. rumor that Frank
Haynes, my self-appointed lord and
master, was engaged to a young and
lien 11 tifnlbidv in the citv. It was a
rli-nmlfnl blow to mv precocious hope
,111,1 Tll.'lllU thoimh for a long while I
battled against crediting tho report,
llndn'i. Frank told mo that he would
never look about for a wife? That I
was tho only little iaiy wno snoum
bear his name? Didn't ho write me
regularly every fortnight, commencing
his letters "Dear littlo Mrs. Haynes,"
and telling mo to be faithful to him?
And and would ho do this it he was
engaged? No, not a bit of it! Some
ore had maliciously lied about him,
hail manufactured t ho story from their
own wicked imagination. I would not
helilvo it, though tho whole world
stood up before mo and testified to its
truth.
As it to reward mo for my faith, and
set mv prejudiced littlo mind to rights,
tho next coach satFiank down nt out
door. Ho thought he must come and
t-ce his little wife once more, he said, as
I went timidly forward to meet him,
though ho thought it very bad tasto
in mo to grow at such a rapid rate.
Ho was afraid I'd grow out of my
engagement; ho should have to put
a '"loaf of hot bread on my head
to keep mo within bounds. Wo
had been engaged two years; I was 12
years old, and a head tailor than I
was at 10. J to was going to x.urupu
to stay threo or four years; what
would I bo when ho returned? Ho did
not dare to think. Ho believed I
would bo as tall as ho by that timo.
Wouldn't 1?
"I hoped so," I answored, tartly,
thinking tho while of tho story of his
engagement.
"Whowl You aro taking on tho airs
of a fine young lady already, my littlo
Phebe," ho answered, laughing hearti
ly. "You wouldn't give mo ono of
your brown curls to-day. if my honrt
should bronk for it, would you?"
"No, I havo none to spare."
"Not one?"
"Why?"
'"Causo "
T,ill. ivhnl V
"Ilecauso she has heard strango
noi't m of vou Frank." broke in
re
my
mother, mit:hiovously. "She hasn't
inu von rnh her of her
curl while she doubt your siiieere.l
Icgiance to her. She in a Indy of spirit,
,OI1 IM."
"On my faith, he U!" he cx-ltumed.
jjayly, fixing hia blue aye upon my
met. "Ami I trow I'm in love with
her for it. Never mind report, my
little huly." o
I answered only by a curl of my lijw,
while he rem lied out hU hand to dm
me to a tat uiMiii hi knee.
"No, w "ii i -it tli.W'1 cried, Iuih
iugaway lny hand, while il
which had hn lomlum 'Mr ny
iulu my r) e, uu - n'l'ldrii d.mhdown
my bun hi; Ik k I lllievei U tlm f
nrttli. lu-i i-l '
' M dt.ii hi i If I'lit-bi- '
Tb in .. it .i I 1. 1' i i" " I'
iu.ii.li im. i , ii,u. ,1 j" i 'i. t I..; ni
urul tuuk In lii U.r iiiuo eytw. a
In utuiwl ii4. Hxid oiluiid iy
rapid, wondering expression of tender
ness, as he repeated them.
"Mv dear little l'hebe! May God
bless vou!"
1 stole ouietlv awny from linn out
ef the house, with that fervent bene
diction lying fresh nnd deep upon my
bi (lis i heart, ami threw myseii noun
m the shade of the old orchard trees
;ind sobbed out tho heaviness that
... ti l -i
pressed upon my spirits, r or noma i
lnv thiini in thnmiillow Sentenibersun-
shine, broodingover the little ronmn"Q
that had so silently and strnnge.y
grown into the woof of my almost ba-
hv life. I went before my timo tor tno
delicious griets that forever cling to a
sweet and conscious womanhood.
W hen I returned to the house 1" railK
had taken his leave, but in my littlo
work-basket he left a small poari uox,
which contained a plaingoldring! Did
I wear it? Aro you a woman, reader,'
nnd ask it?
it.
"Phohn Phnhn! mother savs como
down-stairs! There is n gentleman in
the parlor wno wisnes to see j u.
Tho words broke harshly into my,
pleasant dreams which I had been
weaving all tho long, gouien .uuj
afternoon, in tho unbroken stillness ol
my little chamber. At my leer, upon
the carpet, with its leaves ruinpicu
and crushed, lav my neglected Virgil
in close proximity to a lingo Latin
dictionary, while upon my lap, m a.
wrinkled condition, my sewing was
lvin.'. with a needle banning bv a long
lino of thread, nearly to the tloor, ns
if escaped luckily from a round ot,
monotonous hommini.', which as yet?
boasted but two stitches at its com
mencement. "Who can it bo that wishes to see
me?" I exclaimed, rising hastily and
calling after my littlo (-year-old
brother. "Who is it, Charlie?"
"Don't know, it's somebody. Moth
er savs come down."
"Who can it be! An hour since-1
had seen a gentleman with a heavily
bearded face come up tho walk, but I
was too busy with my dreams to
notice him very particularly. Still,
as I recalled his face and figure, and
his quick, springing step, tl ere seemed
something strangely fanr iar in them.
Who could it be? My heart beat rap
idly. Surely I had seen that faco and
form before, and a name-that was sin
gularly dear to mo trembled upon my
lips "Frank Haynes!"
Ihifc I could not go down to meet
him, though I was summoned a thou
sand times. I did not wish to see him;
wliv should I? There was no occasion
foi'it. I was not tho foolish littlo girl
of 12 summers whom ho had left live
years ago in short frocks and curls,
but a full-grown woman instead. No,
I was not the same. I would not go
down. Hesides, a sudden headache
was nearly blindingnio. Mother could
not ask it of mo when I was hardly
nble to sit tin. lint what would ho
think? Would ho care? Would ho
still remember tenderly the little Mrs.
Haynes of five years ago?
Little! 1 repeated tho word as I
stood before tho long mirror, which
gave back to me an accurate picture
of myself. A slender, passable form;
nd.irk. clear complexion; large, gray
eyes; a mouth whoso redness seemed
to have robbed my cheeks of their
color; whito teeth; a forehead broad,
but not high; largo, heavy braids of
chestnut-brown hair, was tho likeness
framed before my eyes. I turned
away with a sigh, and glanced down to
my hand. Upon t lit third finger of t ho
left was a plain gold circlet. Tho hot
blood rushed up into my cheeks as I
looked at it. 1 would wear it no long-
. , ..I... 1 1 . .. i
er. lie should never Know tnai j nan
worn it at all. .lust then my brother
came again to tho door of my room,
crying out a now message
"Mother says littlo Mrs. Haynes is
wanted down-stairs."
"I have a terrible headache. Charlie.
Pleaso tell mother so," and I sank
down upon a chair close by tho win
dow, and leaned my head upon achnir
handle.
"Dear, dear! if they would but forget
me!" 1 murmured to myself, as tho
hum of their conversation came clear
ly to my ears. An hour passed away
nnd I heard the sound of voices in tho
hall, then steps in tho walk below. I
did not glanco eagerly from the win
dow, or peer carefully from the half
closed shutters, but clasped my hands
tightly over my eyes till tho sound of
footsteps died away in tho distance,
then I crept stealthily downstairs and
stepped softly into tho silent parlor,
where so lately ho had boen. 1 was
half across the room beforo I noticed
that I was not alono, and then, beforo
I could make n hasty retreat, a glad,
morry voice, rich with itsgolden music,
oxclaimcd: "My own dear littlo Mrs.
Haynes, ns I live! How happy I am
to see you!" and a hand clasped niino
tightly, while n pair of bearded lips
wero bent down to mine. I drew my
hoad back haughtily. I was a littlo
child no longer. I would not accept,
oven from him, tho caresfeos that ho
had bestowed upon mo five years he
fore. "Ah, Mr. Haynes," I said, bowing
in a dignified way, "I am ploased to
seo you."
My mannerchilled ntoncohis warm,
genial nature. Stepping backward
from mo and releasing my hand ho
said, with n curl of his finely cut lips:
"Your pardon, Miss Lostor; I had
quite forgotten that you had grown to
bo such a lino lady!"
I bowed him bock a reply, flashing
a quick, impetuous glanco upon him
as I did so. Hut there was no pleas
antry attempted on his part, and
whin my mother entered tho room n
few moment 8 afterand referred, laugh
ingly to our eimajjemeiit, he answered
her in n fow evasive word, na though
the uubiect wiu not nnauieuliluoiie to
him.
Affair had taken an unhappy turn,
but it was too late to ieiinily them,
and day after day jad away, leav
ing Mr. 1 1 ay tie a cold and dhitaiit a
Ih had been from the moment I Ural
rjHill him. I would have given
world to liae rtrallad my unlucky
word; J't, ainr they er mm. km, I
would not uiiIk-ihI a iiionn-iii fnnu my
rlm, cool dnuui). iln.unh I "
UilMtrcUle and n i hd a I "il-l U
Mlidki.iw that Mi un." li.n din)
tt'aaf all utfl HAMS.
All lit time that I lould !nd in
my chamber without being absolutely
rude was passed there till my strange
unusual appearance was noticed by
my father and mother, and my mood
commented freely upon before out
most. "You appear so strange, Phebe,"
said my mother one morning. "I
really do not know how to understand
you.' I'm afraid that Mr. Haynes
tvill think you are not pleased to see
him. Every chanco that occurs you
resolutely avoid him, as though ho
tverotho veriest monster, instead of a
dear friend. What is tho matter?"
"Nothing. Tho strangeness of my
appearance is but a rellection, 1 can
not help it, Mr. Haynes hates and de
spises me now," 1 said, burying my
tearful eves in my hands.
'Phebe!"
My mother's voice was stern and
reproachful, but I did not heed it.
"lie does hato me, mother! hates mo
,vitha "
"Your pardon, littlo Phebe Miss
Lester but he does not!" broke in
tin. i'Iiviiv rich voice of Mr. llavnes.
"Uf all persons in the world ' lie
paused, and in a moment more I
iicard my mother step lightly from
the room.
'I am not cold.haiighly.and proud,"
I said, excitedly, looking up into his
face, "and I do 'like you just as well
as, Well "
"What, littlo Phebe?" ho asked.
Mgerly, a quick expression of joy
lighting up his blue eyes.
"As well ns ever I did!" I faltered.
"And how well isthat? So well that
during nil these weary years you havo
not cherished n dream of tho future
that did not encirclo me? So well
that every strong, passionate hope of
our womanly nature has reached
but constantly to mo? As well as I
havo liked, ay, loved you till every
pulso of your heart heats for me? As
well as this, Phebe?"
I covered my faco that ho might not
read the whole expression of my lovo
in my tell-talo eyes, and bo shocked
that it had grown tobeso near a wild,
passionnto idolatry.
"Will you become Mrs. Haynes in
truth, in earnest, Phebe?" ho asked,
ilrawing mo to my old teat upon his
knee.
"Yes."
"And will at last wear the ring?"
I held up my finger before his eyes.
"My own darling littlo wife; at. last
my littlo Mrs. Haynes, in good faith!"
lie exclaimed, covering my lips with
kisses.
That night thero wero sly looks and
lances cast toward mo at every turn,
nnd at thestipper-t able my father quite
forgot himselt, and called mo "littlo
5lrs. Haynes" again.
Reader, I have been n happy wife for
some threo blessed, sunshiny years, and
ns you may havo already conjectured,
"my namo is Haynes!"
Skeptical About tho Telegraph.
A Government surveyor engaged in
exploring some portions of the public
domain had for his guide an Indian
named Black Beaver. Beaver had visit
ed St. Louis and thesmall towns on tho
I im.. mill he Drilled himself
no less upon his acquantanco with the
,e t i.:.., n l.ic
CUStOniS OI 1110 WJlllC.'i 1,111111 lliun ma
knowledge of tho country then being
traversed. He never seemed more
happy than when an opportunity was
rviv,..-.',! foi- him to nhow hi superior
knowledge in presence of his own peo
ple. The following, from the journal
ot the olliciai, snows varying neiua
of credulity among tho natives:
it cm hfintintiPfl. iinon one occasion.
AM WW . .1 , l' v- ...... , - I - '
that I had nComancheguido who biv
ouacked at tho saino lire with Bea
ver. On visiting them one evening, I
found them engaged in a very earnest,
entlv not very amiable,
conversation. On inquiring tho cause
of this, Beaver answered,
"I've been telling this Comancho
.,.1,., t I unnii 'mom' llm white folks."
"Well. Beaver, what did you tell
him?" , t
"I tell him 'bout tho steamboats
and tho railroads, ami tho heap o
"Well, what doos ho think of that?"
"1 Io says I'zo heap fool."
nuMint. mun diil vou toll him about?"
"I tell him the world is round, but
ho keep all 'o timo say, 'Hush, you
fr.r,ll I In VOI1 K'llOSO I'ZO child?
Haven't I not oves? Can't I seo tho
niMiirin? You call him round? Ho
Mivhn ko I tell vou soinu-
1o not, know before. Ono
timo my grandfather ho make long
Hint wnv (nointintr to tho
Im tmt on liiti mountain
1r m,i linnrk vn t m' nil t Other KUlO.
JIU CILII ,
just as flat ho can be, and ho seen tho
mm I'O straight down on t'other sido.'
T tl.nn toll him nil t hftSll rivet'S lie SOOIl,
u - ----- -
nil 'o timo tho water ho run; s'posotho
11 At i i 4.... Ik. fffliwl Utlll
lin nnf. tiMinVI? 111(1?"
I told Beaver it certainly looked
....w.l. Ill-,, (lint I tlwm lHked
vury jiiuhi unu ..,. - -. - -
i.;, i ,v, , 1 ii i ii to the Comanche the
miPnotie telegraph. Ho looked at mo
r . -
nnliiwtuilt' mill KJIlll.
"What you call that uwnotic tolo-
Braph: ,
I Kll id. "You havo noard 01 New
Yoik and Now Orleans?'
noli vim ' bit renlied.
"'..i-v wnlh wo have a wire eonnect
ins these two cities, which nro about
a thousand miles apart, and it would
..i.., r, ,,,.,,i i lih-t v (In vh t.orido itunon
LIIIVU IK ,.,.. . J - -- " - i
ii eood horse, how a man stands at
., ,..,! nf thin wii-n in Now York, and
llliu uin , ' ,
ir toiwhiiwi it. n few times he matures
of hiM friend in Now Orleans what ho
i.,,,i W-... iii iil.-f,iMt . 1 1 in friend at New
fiih.iinu toin liLn tho other end of tho
,..;-. in ten minutes the auswei
AriniitH buck ham and uoh. Tell him
timt lii.n vi.p."
lite couiitenanco aaiimel a most
comical exprewdon, but ho made no
remark until I attain ritquented him to
real what I had wild to thu Com-nn-lie,
hen he olarvwl,--
No, captain, I not tell him that, for
I don't h'liave that myaeW."
l imn my aMiirtiitf him that such
wa. "the fuel, and that Iliad huen it,
he mild, -
. .inn in. i 1 1 y miiHit ; HoiutKlinae
I,. . I.m.i bin he li. li. i i'u-iiyloud;
V i. a h. ,4i him hum l"i H ' mile YOU
, i. ,u n hi i i t.ilK tiiiiinaiMl
n.it- I i' ' 1 i"" "i' I"
mi 11111111111, ma '! mi you lui "
tim: CAKOLIXKS,
Some Iiifuriiiiitliin About Snmn IManiU
"1 hut aro Talked uf .1 list Now.
New York Sun.
"Where are these Carolino Islands,
anyhow, and what do they amount
to?" is a question which is daily made
on all tho exchanges and in all tho
brokers' ollices. It is niado even in
tho reading rooms of many a club,
wliero tho ignoranco of tho inquirer
could bo easily concealed by his reter
ring to nny encyclopaedia. It so hap
pens, however, that the Caroline", or,
ns they are sometimes called, the New
Philippine Islands, havo been hereto
toro of so littlo import that tho
encyclopa-dias even do not impart
much information in regard to them,
aithough they constitute ono of tho
great archipelagoes of Oceanica.
"On tho chart," says an English
writer, "they look like a mere
sprinkling of dots upon tho broad ex
imnse of the Pacilicand in reality they
stretch across the ocean between Now
Guinea to the Ladrones, in an almost
uninterrupted chain of green and love
ly reels and rocky isicis, lor some
'! nnn milna " 'I'hnv were discovered
in the middle of the sixteenth century
by a Spanish navigator, jjojnv. oo
Yillalobos, and it is. upon this fact
that the Spaniards claim ownership
of this archipelago, otherwise they havo
never taken actual possession of tho
islands, and havo no settlement upon
them even to tho present day. Tho
islands are supposed to form part of
t he novernorshin of the old Philippin
es, but they aro practically not gov
ernored at all, but the natives, com
posed of very good-natured brown
Polynesians, l'ivo pretty much as they
hl-.v u'iihfinl, hurt in'' anybody who
drops upon their tint, green islets of
poi-nl fni-mul ion. Thnv number about
IIO.OOO, and dress in a combination ol
tattooing and llowers worn in the
iiiereert enrtil ees of their noses. Homo
A lunric.'i ii missioni! ries hnvo I'stnblish
edtluMUselves on ono of thorou), and
iili Inil. Ilwi llermaiis seem
to have ot late obtained control ot
tho bulk of tho trade of these islands,
as they have done in Mexico and at
most throughout all the Spanish
speaking count rios of the Pacilic Ocean
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moi'Oim mwl live client, and. although
most of the islands aro flat, Ponapo
and Yap (tho ono seized by tho Get'
mans) aro mountainous, and seem to
contain laigo amounts of mineral
wealth. Ponapo seems also to con
tain a stupendous basaltic wall on
tho banks of a creek clothed with
linlms nnd marvelous vegetation
' ' in we is snnm loot long aim ou
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feet high. A description says:
'i A im I nvvii v miiln of nnoi'inOUS bn
Rnli iecohiiniis onens through this and
leads ton court, enclosed oy ioiLy
walls with an encircling terrace, all
fniiMf.riiel ed with tllO 111
urisniH of basa It. There aro closed
chnnihers. of t ho same natural mason.
to with wiills t wenty feet thick, and
Koiiin of I he Ht.ones coninosmg tins 1 1-
tamo ouiiding are as inucn as ieuu
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by 8 in girth. '1 ho nearest spotwnere
such basaltie columns nro found in
their original position is ten miles oil
nn Mm hich north rid"0 of tho Island.
so that they must havo been conveyed
, "i i
to the creel: by water, ami ny a race
immeiiKiirablv creator in resources
and ideas than. the easy-going savagea
nnw inhn hit iiif Potlimo."
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It is to ho hoped thai u tnouermuiu
of this island thev
will semi out some learned professors
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who will 11 id OUC V 11 tliu uuwius
wero who erected this marvel
loim construction. But at pros
nut. tho mnin interest of tho
MiiKtit.ioii is not, n' an nrcluoologica
iintiii'n ltimm'iL- linsi been ilulllluillL'
for some time in geographical jiohtic;
abroad wnn aimost as mm-u r,m,i;in
,1 u
ho formerlv ilid at homo, 'lothe
wot lil nt. hirim it, is certamlv nrefera
bin to hnvo out-of-the-wav islands oc
cupied by Germany than by savages.
I tnt.ns a 1 jondon oouieiuponu y pom is
out, Bismarck is now beginning to
work tho Pacilic ocean m anticipation
of tho revolution which will bo created
in tho commerce of tho world when the
Panama canal is completed. Ho has
already-picked up a sliceofNow Guinea
and morothan one convenient station
in Melanesia and Micronesia. If ho is
allowed to continue this hunting in
tho Pacific ocean, tho hnghsh anu
American vessels engaged in the China,
India, Australia and Now Zealand
trades may find it some day very in
convenient not to bo able to got n
bucket of water, a basket of coal or a
piece of timber without paying dues to
German, Spanish or French occupants
of islands which aro oithor being an
nexed now or tho possession of which
is claimed on tho ground of very an
cient but not very reliably reported
discovery.
Tho wholo question is a kind of e
music of tho future, and tho Span
iards, after they havo cooled down
from tho present excitement, will
probably bo induced easily to sell fl
tow of theso littlo green dots spread
over tho bluo waters of tho Pncijii
Ocean. Both themselves and the is
lauds will bo all tho better for it, foi
tho Spaniards will got somo cash
wliilo tho it.ands will havo their natur
al resources developed.
President McCosh of Princeton Col
logo, has two daughters who aro great
walkers. They aro in the habit p
walking to Trenton and back, a dis
tanco of twenty miles, where they d
their shopping. Ono day a dude ac
coated MUs Bridjmt McCosh on tin
road and said in the unual mamioi
"Beg pardon, but may I walk will
you?" She replied: "Certainly." and
let hersolf out a little. Alter the first
half mile tho masher bikini to gasp
and then, as she paud on with t
emile, ho Hat down panting on a mile
wtonu and mopped the poiKpiratioi
from his brow.
MUh Cleveland has thus far received
$7,gA0 as hur uhftro uf the protltH in
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im- hook. It b ikLIiihiUmI that h(M
will e
niiliiiillv iiiiioh Qn.0fH
iaiuu ut 111 a liilik demand or tlu
wor
Cianibling- as n Science. .
"Gambling is a scientific profession!
ounded upon the foibles of mankind,"
istutely remarked "ono of them" to
i reporter, the other day, as tho two
,vero seated in tho main room of a
.vatering-place gambling resort, nnd as
ho reporter glanced down tho vista of
I'tirkish carpets and frescoed ceilings,
)f rich draperies and costly furnish-
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ngs, anci saw inuuuscniiiuus ouliimi,c
.,,!. . ,..W1, lltni. 'iillld 11 ml f.YtiellHlVO
n-ines gliding to and fro at tho beck of
,he plavers. thc thought obtruded that
fall this elegance ami luxury were tho
tho foibles of mankind
undo rather a satisfactory bedrock.
"Yes," went on the card diplomat,
it is n truism to state that tho suc-
essfnl rambler must bo n close stu-
lent of human nature. Of course ho
-nitst, for his whole business is an evo-
ution, simple and direct, of certain
phases of human nnttire. Why, tho
Dther day. while runningdown to iew
Vork on the 'special' from here, I heard
two or threo rich old .lews talking
ibout this very place. One of them
ivns complaining that ho had left $2,-
DOO to enrich the house.
" 'Oh!' said another, spreading out
!iis pudgy hands, 'I felt more than'
that, much more,' with a chuckle.
But what do you expect, man? Wo
must havo our pleasure.' t
And that is uist tho keynote ot tho
whole thing. There is a largo class of
men who find their pleasures at the
paining tablo alone, and it is this class
which supports it. No other form of
dissipation so panders to certain na
tures as a game ot cnanco, anu intsu
make and maintain tho bank.
"There goes a man now, bo contin
ued, "passing into tho restaurant,
who is a lair typo ot tho bono and
sinew of these places. Ho does not
come often, but with fair regularity.
Ho was in ten days ago and made a
night of it. I took a cocktail with
him just beforo ho went to breakfast.
Ho had lost but $00, but had sacri
ficed his sleep, and would wasto tho
nomiiiir iln v iii mnlcim? it up. vet ho
confessed with entire honesty to hav-
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nig had a line nigiit s sport, no ouen
leaves :?f00 behind him, rarely wins,
but ho can afford it, or thinks ho can,
and counts it only as paying for
pleasure.'
flf i-nnrun others fhnn theso find
their way into this and similar places,'
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uut they are comparatively iew. men
come to retrieve fortunes lost in nat
ural channels, to drown grief or dis-
appointment, etc., but not in tho
numbers that come to uuiuigo in mo,
to thnin. iiloiiKiirnblo rack of suspense,
the pain of loss, and thealways-to-be-
i , e ii l. c , II i
lioped-ior HUSH in iuuirj . i
"I sunnose. then." observed tho re
porter, quietly, "that when a man
shoots himselt tnrougu ino uwm m u,
gambling den tho pleasurablo pain of
loss has probably been a littlesovore?"
"It is possible," was tho reply, ig
noring thesarcasin, "Nothingannoys
a proprietor more than a tragedy. Ho
will take any nieasuro to keep such
emotional, high-strung temperaments
from his rooms. If all tho sentiment
al and sensational story book fre
quenters of theso places weroeliminat
ed tho bank would scarcely notice
their absence. They are not tho bono
niul uiiinu- of t hn fimhliiiEj harvest. It
Ifl 111" in-iiu JW. VJ v,..-.w.,-n-
monplnco men that yields the profits.
"Undoubtedly," assented n report
er, reflecting that tho nvcrago com
monplace man helps along most of tho
stupendous movements of tho world's
machinery. Then, not eager to discuss
the moral ethics of gambling, a nioro
practical question was put.
"Can you tell mo what is tho rent
percentage of risk the bank possesses
against tho player?"
"Well," was tho reply, "the apparent
percentage is small, and varies in tho
sovoral games roulette, faro, and oth
ers carrying different rates hut tho
real percentage is enormously in tho
bank s favor. It lies in thosamoprin
ciplo of human nature that I havo
just commented upon. Tho avcrago
player if ho wins several consecutivo
bets becomes cautious, anticipates a
r.ll n llirn ill hiel.-. n nd ventures his money
is
accordingly. Tho result is if his good
fortune continued his winnings are
(imall and unimportant. On tho other
hand, let him loso continuously and
ho becomes excited. Ho loses his head,
and pursumglhosamelino of argument;
that, it is a long lano which has no
turning, he increases his stakes. This
policy, with continued misfortune,
ends in largo lrsses. Thus, when tho
hank is loser it is for" small sums, bub
when winning tho gains aro largo.
"What the bank is afraid ot aro tho
conservative, persistent players, but
thero are not many of them. There is
a class of men at the European gam
bling places, and a very small class,
who havo reduced tho thing to a line
point. These men risk every evening
a single hot, always the samonmount.
If tho bet wins they continuo to piny,
but only so long as their profit will
permit. If, however, tho first venture
fails thoy quit tho tablo until tho fol
lowing evening. In this way their loss is
limited to the original hot, while, if
fortune favors them they may win a
largo amount. This policy is pursued
daily, and a singlo night's winning will
often furnish capital enough lor a long
period of bad luck. Theso men do not
enjoy gambling, but it supports them,
and I havo no doubt that thoy accu
mulate valuable statistics in tho ratio
and proportion of games of chance.
Thoy aro detested by tho officials of
the place, hut their right to play aa
they pleaso can not bo questioned."
"But if this ho a fact," said tho re
porter," "why Is not the practice
more universal?"
"Becauso," was tho emphatic- re
spoiibe, "not one man in a thousand
possesses inn requisite ciiari;ieroni.u
to ho control himself under tho spur
of such excitement as thogiiniing table
enn oiler."
"Uo professional gmnblerfl, a
rule, alwajs have inoneyy"
"The average proftwsloiml gambler,
wiu the runly, "ia iluurt, hroUo nlim
months out o(thutvulve." New oil?
Thin.
Mr. Bhilno hua only Igfi inoru jmnj
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