Heppner gazette., August 01, 1907, Image 6

THE GIRL WITH
By D. C
CHAPTEU VIII. (Continued.)
"Well," said Mr. Frost. "What is up
now, sir?"
"I came over with Dobroski from Bel
gium this morning," said O'Rourke.
"With Dobroski?" returned the visitor.
"Dobroski has an introduction from me
to you. Unless he has to know it that
Is to say, unless he finds it out by com
ing here while you and I are together
lie need not know that we have met to
day. He has a plan which will serve our
purpose perfectly. With his name behind
tt, I think it certain that our people
will accept it."
He sketched Dobroski's nightmare rap
idly, and Mr. Frost listened.
"There is ability in it, of a sort," he
said. "As a fool-trap, it has merits ;
but it won't act."
"There are gTeat advantages to you and
to me in this plan, wild as it looks," re
plied O'Rourke; "but Dobroski must be
bandied with extreme care. I send him
to you in the first place because I can
trust your acuteness and your self-interest.
I want him to be treated with per
fect deference. I want him to be greet
ed with enthusiasm. I want at first an
air of consideration for his plan, and
then a fiery acceptance of it. I am going
tck to Belgium. 1 have important busi
ness there, and I shall be compelled to
leave the matter in your hands. Per
haps if you manage it to my satisfaction
I may be of service to you. I am not
altogether without influence, and I may
have something to do with the nomination
of the auditors."
"I am at your service, Mr. O'Rourke,"
he said, "and I will do my best. To tell
the plain truth, there has been a good
deal less in the business than I looked for,
and it carries a good deal of danger
with it."
"I think we have said almost all we
have to say," O'Rourke said, rising. Frost
hooked him forward with a beckoning Sa
fer. "Not all on my side. Listen to this
and don't flare out. now. There's an
empty house in the Old Kent road. Now,
don't flare out. I'm going to give you
nothing but the number. You'll do your
self a very considerable service with the
British government, and you'll provide
something for the Times to get up and
howl about, and you'll be of the greatest
use to me on the other side of the water.
Come now, Mr. O'Rourke. It's a capital
thing all round good for you, good for
the newspapers, creditable to the police,
and good for me. You stand secure in
the confidence of the government, and
they'll catch nobody. The stuff's there
to be seized, and for no other earthly
purpose. I ought to know, I reckon. And
we do want a splash of some sort real
bad."
"Is everybody absolutely safe?"
"Absolutely safe. ' I guarantee it."
"Very well. Good afternoon, Frost."
"Good afternoon. Shall I see you
again before you go?"
"I think not. I shall probably start
to-morrow. Remember. The utmost def
erence and enthusiasm for Dobroski." Mr.
Frost nodded and took his way. "A very
finished rascal is Frost," said the patriot
to himself when the visitor had been
shown out of the front door. "But capa
ble. It took me a year to find him out,
though I was guided by that shifty eye
of his. It is surprising to notice how
very few of these fellows think it worth
while to study manner."
CHAPTER IX.
There was only one thing just now that
troubled O'Rourke. He wanted to get
back to his heiress hunt, and he did not
want to leave Dobroski in his lodgings to
bring there any mad theorists and blood
thirsty dynamiters who might choose to
gather about him. But Dobroski himself
saved him from this dilemma.
"You will not think, sir," he said on
the second morning of his stay, "that
I do not value your hospitality. But
I shall be more free to move if I am
away from you, and shall still, after the
publicity of our joint arrival here, be
able to communicate with you with per
fect freedom."
O'Rourke was more than politely re
gretful at parting from Dobroski, but
he recognized the wisdom of the pro
posal, and the old man took lodgings
at a quiet hotel much frequented by
Continental people who were not of the
conspiring class. This left O'Rourke free
to go back and pursue his suit, and he
had written a hasty looking note to Dob
roski to say that he was unexpectedly
called to the Continent, when a serving
maid brought up the card of no less a
person than his friend Maskelyne.
lie hardly knew what to make of the
vi?it, and could only conjecture that
Maskelyne was here to make some sort
of appeal or protest, with respect to
Angela. But he stood with a look of
friendly expectancy on his face, and held
the door of his room back with one hand
while he reached out the other in welcome
to his friend.
"Why, Maskelyne, old fellow, what
brings you in London. Come in, old
chap, come In."
Maskelyne shook hands cordially
enough, but with extreme gravity, a grav
ity unusual even for him.
"Dobroski's staying with you, I be
lieve?" he said, questioningly. "I hare
an Important message for him. I follow
ed him to Brussels, but could learn noth
ing there until I found out last night
that you and he had come over together,
and that he was actually staying with
you."
"He was, until this morning." said
O'Rourke. "I wanted to show these peo
ple here that an Irishman isn't afraid
of sympathising with him. They were
talking about oar getting Into boles and
corners at Janenne, and seemed to think
that I dare not own the grand old fellow
la London."
"Where Is he staying now?" Maske
tyns asked. "I want especially to find
him."
"Whatr cried O'Rourke, gayly. sitting
stowa It his desk W writs U address.
Murray '
"Is Maskelyne also among the anarch
ists?" "No." said Maskelyne. "I'm an out
sider there as elsewhere." If this speech
expressed any inward bitterness, nolthe!
voice nor manner declared it.
"You're going back to Honfoy, I sup
pose?" said O'Rourke, in a casual friend
ly tone as he wrote.
"Well, no," said Maskelyne. "I fancy
not. Or not at all events for a time."
"Oho!" cried the other to himsolf.
energetically applying a blotting paper to
the address, and looking ronnd smilingly
at his friend. "Beaten out of the field
already."
"Do you go back to Janenne?" asked
Maskelyne.
"I start to-night," returned O'Rourke.
"I promised Farley to go back again."
Of, course Maskelyne saw through that
little subterfuge, and of course O'Rourke
knew he would.
"To-night?" said Maskelyne. "You'll
do me a service, woVt you?"
"Try me," returned his friend, with
smiling seriousness.
"I'm staying at the Langham," Mas
kelyne said. "There's a lady there an
American whom I knew, at home. She's
going to visit Brussels, and except for
her maid she's alone. Neither she nor
her maid speaks a word of French, and I
shall be obliged if you'll put yourself at
her service in case she wants anything."
"Certainly, certainly," cried O'Rourke.
"Do I know her?"
"I think not," answered Maskelyne.
"She's a youngish widow, rather pretty,
and sinfully rich. A Mrs. Spry."
"And what state of riches might a poor
man like yourself care to call sinful?"
"Well," said Maskelyne, with a smile,
"I think two millions may deserve it."
"Two millions !" O'Rourke whistled
and then laughed. "Dollars?"
"No. Sterling."
"Two millions sterling? Maskelyne, I
ask you seriously, as a man of money,
do you think there is such a sum? To
an Irishman and a journalist it sounds
fabulous."
"Yes. It's large, isn't it? But people
seem to go for all or nothing in our part
of the world. They're not afraid of risk
ing what they have. They are not afraid
of risking what other people have, either.
The poor girl's husband only died six
months ago."
In due time O'Rourke sent out for a
cab and drove to the Langham. carrying
his simple baggage with him. Maskelyne
received him, and wore his customary
manner with perhaps an extra shade of
gravity.
"And now for the lady," said Maske
lyne, when the repast was over. "I must
introduce you." He rang the bell, and on
the servant's entry, made him convey his
compliments to Mrs. Spry, and' to ask if
it would be agreeable to her to receive
him. "You may say," he added, "that
Mr. O'Rourke is with me."
The man came back in a very little
while to say that the lady would be pleas
ed to receive Mr. Maskelyne and his
friend, and led the way to a handsomely
appointed sitting room. The lady before
whom O'Rourke stood bowing a moment
later was small and plump, and carried
her head on one side with a pensive co
quetry. She had large eyes, and a rather
coquettish little nose, turning up at the
tip. When she smiled she showed white,
small and regular teeth. Her hands were
small, delicately white, and very helpless
looking.
"Prettyish !" said O'Rourke to himself.
"She's worth a score of Miss Butler."
But perhaps he saw her through an at
mosphere of dollars.
"Of course you know of Mr. O'Rourke
already?" said Maskelyne. "He is one
of the notabilities on this side of the
water, and is pretty often heard of on
our own."
"I have the pleasure to know Mr.
O'Rourke already," said the lady, in her
purring voice soft, languid. American.
"I heard him speak at New York. I was
very much impressed by your address,
Mr. O'Rourke."
They set out for the railway station,
where they were joined by the young
widow, who wore a traveling dress of
tweed, cut in such a manner as to dis
play her pretty figure to the best advan
tage, and a wondrously enticing little cap
of tweed to match the costume.
The bustle of departure began to grow
rapid and urgent about them. Maskelyne
shook hands and went his way, and
O'Rourke and the charming widow found
a carriage. It was empty, and the young
man made no demur about accompanying
the lady, and the lady gave no signs of
displeasure at being accompanied.
There was still a soft twilight in the
streets, in which all objects could be
plainly seen, but the gas was already
alight within the station, and a lamp
burned in the carriage roof.
"I don't think," said Mrs. Spry, "that
women ought to be so helpless as they
re. It's the fashion to be helpless. We
can't get outside the fashion can we
now? But it's the tyranny of mankind
;hat makes it.
"Don't you think," returned O'Rourke,
with his bright 'face beaming and his
manner at the same time full of gentlest
deference, the sweetest good-humored po
liteness and gayety in combination
"don't you think that ladies tyrannize
over us much more than we over them?"
"You don't think that," she returned,
setting her little head rather more than
ever on one side, and looking at him out
of her big, expressive eyes. "You don't
really think it, Mr. O'Rourke."
"I think it," declared Mr. O'Rourke,
and at that instant the train began to
glide out of the station. "But for my
own part I don't object to the tyranny."
CHAPTER X.
It was night in London, and a sum
mer rain falling. Mr. George Frost sat
in a dingy apartment illuminated by a
single candle, by the light of which be
was scribbling unmeaning phrases on a
dirty sheet of letter paper.
"So grub, no funds. Thirty-seven
pounds dropped last nbrht I'll never
Um4 a raid jiU. 1 welter "ww
I've wor to tlit? tSut tt iaf Atti'jt
must chaajfe witxm tfta. It vtui't t
lurtrw like thin."
A kv-k st tb 4r-?t tnrofe
thrrad of his growling, twit h vvmX
otx faring still, and did ruA hmr a ti?
which came blundering 03 ti st&htau
and halted ovitsida bis doir.
"Corne in!" he cried, in startled an
swer to a rapping on the panel, and a
slatternly servant girl pushed her head
round the edge of the door,
"Here's somebody for yon, Mr. Frost.
Gentleman with a portmanteau. He
didn't give no name."
"I'll come down and have a look at
him," returned Mr. Frost, taking up his
candle. Four separate flights of dirty
wooden stairs, unearpeted, brought-him to
the hall. Frost, holding his candle high,
advanced toward the shadowy figure of his
guest. "It's you !" he said, with an odd
laugh. "Come upstairs."
The guest, seizing the portmanteau,
mounted after him, and the dingy apart
ment at the top of the house was reached,
"Is this the palace you continually
live In?" asked the guest, with the faint
est possible trace of some foreign accent
in his voice. "I had expected from your
last letter to have found you In marble
halls, with vassals and serfs at your side.
Oho ! you have been at it again, I sup
pose," said the visitor, making a move
ment in imitation of the dealing of a pack
of cards. "Isn't it time you dropped
that? Haven't you lost enough by this
time? What should you have done if I
had' not turned up?"
"I don't know," Frost answered, care
lessly enough. "But I was thinking at
the very minute when I heard you knock
at the door, and saying to myself, 'I'll
drop it.' I'll tell you the truth, Zeno "
"Tell me as much of the solid truth as
your constitution will allow, but do not
call me by that name. Wroblewskoff will
answer. It's a jawbreaker, but it's very
easy when you come to know it. Well,"'
said Mr. Zeno, smiling still, "this is the
advantage of talking over things. I have
lived in New York a year or two. You
knew me there. You meet me here. You
know me to be a safe man a man to be
depended upon. You introduce me to
Dobroski Well, at what are you
staring ?'T
"I will see you boiled in oil," returned
Mr. Frost, with extreme slowness; "I
will see you roasted on a gridiron, I will
see you cut up so extremely fine that a
microscope won't find you and then I
won't introduce you to Dobroski."
Zeno got up from his seat, and kneel
ing on the floor unstrapped his portman
teau and took therefrom a razor case, a
small metal soap bowl and a brand new
shaving brush. Frost watched him in si
lence. Zeno took off his coat and threw it
across the back of a chair, tnen produced
a pair of scissors, and taking a great
handful of his beard, sliced it off before
the glass; then another, and another, and
another, until he was close cropped all
over the cheeks and throat and chin. Next
he attacked the mustache, and cropped
that also so close as the scissors would
go to the skin. Then pouring a little
hot water into the metal bowl, he began
to lather himself with great energy, and
then to shave. Even to himself the
metamorphosis he produced must have
seemed piore than a little droll. Under
the razor he came out no longer Greek
and austere in contour, but chubby, with
fat round cheeks, and a chin very curi
ously thrust forward and pointed, and
beneath the lower lip and the base of the
chin there was a good half inch in length
less than one would have expected to find.
The change was amazing, and when Mr.
Zeno drew a spectacle case from a waist
coat pocket, set the glasses on his nose,
and, removing a wig. appeared with half
an inch of sandy natural hair below it,
and a forehead an inch higher than it had
been, the disguise looked impenetrable.
He took a handkerchief from his coat"
pocket, rubbed a corner of it on the soap
in his shaving bowl, and applied it vigor
ously to his "lips. The corner of the
handkerchief went crimson, and Mr.
Zeno's cherry lips grew pallid and dry.
He soaped and moistened another corner
of the handkerchief, and scrubbed at his
eyebrows. The handkerchief became
black, and the eyebrows sandy, like the
hair. Then he resumed his coat, set the
two candles upon the table, drew a chair
between them, and sat down.
(To be continued.)
Could Swallow the Earth.
A queer little animal Is the one call
ed the "slipper animalcule," but which
men of science call "Paramoeclum."
Toe most wonderful thing about thU
liti!e creature is the rapidity with
which It multiplies. By a beneficent
provision of nature they seem to be
come exhausted and die after the 170tb
generation. A naturalist points out
that If a Paramoecium family should
have a run of luck and all members
live for 350 generations they would
crowd every other living thing off the
earth and be themselves In bulk bigger
than the whole planet, while If they
were to have enough luck to survive to
the :XX)th generation the sun, moon and
stars would be floatiug In a universe of
them. These little creatures are plen
tiful In stagnant water. Chicago Tri
bune.' '
Beginning the First Tiff.
Mr. Younghusband (reading from pa
per) Married Blanche De Sniythe to
Walter Wellington Beere. What old
memories that name awakens!
Mrs. Y. (blushing) I never Imag
ined you knew of my engagement to
Walter.
Mr. Y. (chillingly) I was alluding
to Blanche. Tatler.
Very Likely.
JenkB Is this a monkey trick, to
turn out the lights and leaves us hi
the dark like this?
Mrs. Comeup Indeed, I feel real ner
vous In this simian darkness. Balti
more American.
JSot a Good Dodgrer.
"I'm afraid this motoring craze will
be the death of me."
"I didn't know you had an auto?"
"I haven't ; but I've got a game leg."
Houston Post
Rapid growth of the finger nails U
sign of good health.
A MUsIonary Ho.
"Listen, girls!" said Aunt Lois, when
the sewing circle had settled Itself to
work, and noodles and tongues were
merrily busy. "Here's something that
will interest you." And she read from
a newspaper an item in which appeared
the name of Rev. Phllo A. Towusend,
ami some good thing he had done.
"What of It, Aunt Lois?" asked one
of the younger women. She was "Aunt
Lois" to them all, and they were all
"girls" to her.
"Why, that's the man we packed a
missionary box for let me see It must
be forty years ago. I don't suppose any
of you remember, but I do. He was a
student then, and a bright one, too,
but had to stop for a while for lack of
money. We had no minister at the
time, and he came here as a supply.
Everybody liked him, and said he
would grow to be a great man if he
could only finish his education. But
that was the trouble. He was In debt
already, and our church was small and
couldnt' do much to help him, and I
don't know whether he ever could have
succeeded If we women hadn't taken
hold and helped.
"We made him a missionary box. We
knit stockings, and made underclothing
good warm flannels, too and ever so
many useful things. He hadn't spent
much money for such things, I'm pretty
sure. And besides the useful things,
we put in a good many nice little kulek
knacks and notions.
"I remember that box Just as well,
and how we sent It to him when he
first got back to school. He wrote us
a beautiful letter of thanks. And now
he's pastor of that great city church!
I tell you, girls, this society has done
some real good things.' '
"Do you suppose he remembers It?"
asked one of the members.
"I, believe I'll write to him, and see,"
said Aunt Lois.
. The next meeting of the little society
found every one ready to hear the let
ter which, as they had learned already,
Aunt Lois had received. The man had
not forgotten. He remembered the very
day of the month on which he received
the box, and Aunt Lols's letter reached
him almost exactly forty years after.
It brought back! his earlier gratitude
with new meaning when he recalled It
all through the memories of forty years.
Aunt Lois removed her spectacles twice
to wipe them while reading his letter.
Then she recalled some of the sacri
fices which the little society had made
in the doing of such deeds !n the years
of its history, and added, "But Just
one letter like that Is enough to pay
for all the work of the )rty years."
Further Inquiry had been made by
the members of the society, who now
told what they had learned of Mr.
Towusend. The good work done for
him had been passed on to others. A
man who did good In many ways, he
had taken a special interest in young
people who had to struggle. He had
given financial aid to at least fourteen
young men to enable them to complete
their education. He had been a discov
erer of genius. One of his proteges was
a writer of note. Another, whom he
had adopted as his own son, was a
sculptor, and had recently completed for
a Western city a .ten-thousand-dollar
6tatue which critics praised highly.
"O girls," said Aunt Lois, when
these things were rehearsed, "when I
think how far a little good goes, when
once It gets started, and how It keeps
on multiplying Itself In ways we can
never know, I take new heart, and It
makes hard work easy." Youth's Com
panion. Growing: In Grace.
There are two ways in which a tree
grows. It grows In Its roots and it
grows in Its branches; and If you pre
vent It from growing In one of these
respects It will not grow In the other.
If you wall a tree round below and do
not allow Its roots to expand, it will
very soon cease to grow in its branch
es. There are two ways in which the
Christian grows. He grows in personal
holiness of life and conversation, but
he only grows in outward conduct he
cause he also grows In the knowledge
and love of God. Upon the depth and
reality of his relation with God his
moral and religious character will de
pend. As God becomes more and more
to him "a living, bright reality," so his
personal life and character become
more fully developed, and the beauty
of the Lord will be exhibited In his
conduct W. M. Hay Aitkin.
The Prayer 1.1 fe.
Prayer, not only In the morning
watch, but prayer sent voiceless from
the heart from hour to hour, makes
life wakeful, hallowed, calm. It be
comes beautiful with that beauty of
God which eye hath not seen. And
day being hallowed thus, do not omit
to make holy the night Take by the
power of prayer, through the wild land
of dreams, the sanctifying presence of
One who loves us. Trayer continually
lived In, makes the presence of a holy
God the air which life breathes, and by
which It lives, so that as It mingles
consciously with the work of the day,
It becomes also a part of every dream.
To us, then, It will be no strange thing
to enter heaven, for we have been liv
ing In the things of heaven through
prayer life here below. Rev. J. C
Jackson.
Tns Faith.
"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ
and thou shalt b saved." Not In Chris
tianity, but on Christ. Mark that little
but great word "011." It Is not enough"
to believe "In" Christ Jesus. Millions
of unconverted people believe In Jesus,
Just as they believe In Howard as a
noblo philanthropist, or In Newton us a
teacher of science. But they do not
trust their souls to Jesus. When a
miner looks at the rope that Is to lower
him Into the deep mine, he may coolly
say, 'I have faith In that rope as well
made and strong." But .when he lays
hold of It, and swings down by It Into
the tremendous chasm, then he Is be
lieving on the rope. It Is not a mere
opinion It Is an act. The miner Just
lets go of everything else and bears
his whole weight on those well-bralded ,
strands of hemp. Now that Is faith.
And when a human soul lets go every j
other reliance In the wide universe and
hangs entirely upon the atoning Jesus,
that soul believes on Christ Rev. T.
L. Cuyler.
A Prayer.
Father In Heaven, Thy name Is love,
and, our hearts would be filled with the
great passion. If we poasess heavenly
love we shall know the secret of, life.
May all that Is noblest and sweetest
In thought and pure desire flow about
us to-day. Give us tender sympathy
for the downcast and sad and unfortu
nate, and give us true affection for
those near and dear to us In the home.
We seek rest to-day may we find It.
We want soul refreshment after the toll
of the week may It come to us. Touch
the springs of our nature so that there
shall arise In us a Joy that nothing on
earth can take away. Wipe the tears
off all faces, and give strength and
courage to the weak, and a strong hope
for good In the days before us.
The Wise Vie of Mistakes.
It Is not the chipping off of the dia
mond's surface that polishes the dia
mond, but It Is by the wise use of the
diamond dust or clippings, In the hands
of a skilled lapidary, that the dia
mond's polish Is finally secured. It Is
not the making of mistakes that makes
a man, but It is the wise use of mis
takes that enables a man to be made
to become a polished man In his best
sphere. Whenever we see the light and
glow of a beautiful character, we may
know that its Illuminating power canio
through Its slow polishing by Its own
diamond dust, at the hands of the Great
Lapidary. II. Clay Trumbull.
OBIGIN OF THE NAME GOTHAM.
First Applied to Sew York City by
Irving In "SalmoKandt."
This name Gotham was first applied
to the city of Manhattan In a book of
humorous sketches called "Salmagun
di," written about 1807 by Washington
Irving in collaboration with his broth
er Peter and the poet Paulding. It
was evidently Intended to suggest that
the people of New York made undue
pretensions to wisdom, and that there
were both satire mcl wit In the sug
gestion Is shown by the story of the
original Gothamites.
Gotham was a parish In Notting
hamshire, England. The old story tells
how King John wished to pass through
the parish. The people there, fancy
ing that the passage of the king over a
route made it a public road, decided
to prevent the transit by all pretend
ing to be crazy.
Therefore, when the king and his
party arrived they found every one of
the inhabitants employed in some pe
culiarly foolish task. Thus, a group
were joining hands around a thorn
bush to keep a cuckoo from getting
away; some were trying to drown an
eel, others dipping water with a sieve,
and bo on.
When the king saw these perform
ances he swore at the people for a
pack of Idiots, and, turning, departed
with all his retinue. The Gothamites
were delighted with the success of
their scheme for turning aside the
king, regarding it as superlatively
clever.
After this Gotham came to have the
reputation of being a sort of head
quarters for conceited fools. In 'the
time of Henry VIII. a book entitled
"The Merry Tales of the Mad Men of
Gotham"' was published. Among these
was the story of the "Three Wise Men
of Gotham," one of whose exploits was
to go to sea In a bowl. -Housekeeper.
From the Bountiful East.
A small proportion of the flora Is In
digenous. The majority came from
the east, like all the great Ideas on
which our culture Is founded, and were
developed and improved on this classic
soil. Italy received the lemon and the
orange from the Semites, who In their
turn had obtained them from India.
The olive, 'the fig, the vine and the
palm were grown by the Semites long
before their cultivation penetrated to
the west The laurel and myrtle, In
deed, are Indigenous In Italy, but their
use for ceremonial purposes ca-me
across the Mediterranean from the
east The home of the cypress Is not
In Italy, but In the Greek archipelago,
northern Persia, Olllcla and Lebanon.
From Strasburger's "Riviera."
Then There Was a now.
"Now, sir," she commanded, "look me
In the face and deny, If you dare, that
yon married me for money!"
He raised his eyes until they were
directed to her countenance and fal
tered :
"Well, I think I earned the cash,
don't you, dear?" London Mall.
She Was the Girl.
The Widower I've always said that
if I married again I should choose a I
girl who Is as good as she Is beautl-1
ful. Miss Willing Really, this Is rery I
sudden, George, but I accept you, ofj
course, Pick-Me-Up .
THE WEEKLY :
1429 English defeated by Joan of Arc
at Patay.
1497 Cornish rebels defeated at Black
heath. 1535 John Fisher beheaded for deny
ing the supremacy of Henry VIII. '
1G43 Hampden killed at battle of Chal
grove. 1G75 First stone laid for St. Paul's
cathedral in London .
1812 War between England and th
United States commenced.
1813 Wellington defeated King Joseph
of Spain at Vittoria.
1815 Power of Napoleon I. crushed at
the battle of Waterloo.
1S17 Waterloo bridge, across the
Thames at London, formally opened.
1S37 Hanover separated from Great
Britain by the accession of Queen
Victoria.
1838 James K. Paulding of New York
became Secretary of the Navy.
1842 Shanghai captured by the British.
1848 Isaac Toucey of Connecticut be
came Attorney General of the United
States. ,
1849 Russians defeated the Hungarians
, at Pered.
1S5G Republican national convention at
Philadelphia nominated John C. Fre
mont of California and William L.
Dayton of New Jersey.
18W The Alabama sunk by the federal
gunboat Kearsarge.
1S87 Steamer Champlain burned in
Lake Michigan; 22 lives lost.
18S8 Republican national convention at
Chicago nominated Benjamin Harri
son and Levi P. Morton.
1S90 Mary Anderson, the actress, mar
ried to Antonio Navarro. .. .City of
Fort de France, Martinique, nearly
destroyed by fire England ceded
Heligoland to Germany.
1893 Lizzie Borden acquitted of the
murder of her parents at Fall River,
Mass.
1S94 Many persons killed by an earth
quake at Yokohama and Tokio,
Japan.
1895 Harlem ship canal, New Y,ork
City, formally opened Jury in
the Laidlaw-Sage case returned ver
dict for the plaintiff for $ 10,000
Baltic canal opened by Emjieror Wil
liam.... The Rosebery Liberal min
istry in England resigned.
1897 Queen Victoria began the celebra
tion of her jubilee.
1S98 Thirty-seven spectators drowned
at launching of the British battle
ship Albion.
1900 Republican national convention at
Philadelphia nominated McKinley
and Roosevelt... . .-First attack on
the legations at Pekiu by the Chi
nese. .. .Taku forts In China captur
ed by the allies. ... Baron von Ket
teler, German minister to China,
murdered by a mob in Pekin.
1901 Gen. Chaffee appointed military
governor of the Philippines.
1902 Serious riots at the strike of silk
dyers in Paterson, N. J.
1903 George White, a negro murderer,
burned at the stake in Wilmington,
Del.... Great strike of textile opera
tives at Lowell, Mass., ended.
1905 Eight persons killed in wreck of
the Twentieth Century limited train
in Ohio.
1900 United States Senate approved of
the lock canal for Panama. ... King
Haakon VII. and Queen Maud of
Norway crowned.
American Landlordism Curbed.
The village of Rhlnebeck, N. Y., near
Toughkeepsie, has drawn attention to a
certain tendency toward landlordism on
the part of the wealthy idle class in
America by taking action to limit the
private estate of John Jacob Astor. As
tor's estate, which already comprises
2,500 acres and touches the village boun
dary on two sides, was about to be ex
tended by the purchase of another large
farm, when a wealthy resident of th
town bought the farm, with the nvowe.l
purpose of checking the further extensio 1
of Astor's property. The pimYuer Ini
formed a home-building svn liraie. with
the intention of placing the eontestel
tract of 300 acres at the disposil of s na'l
homeseekers, part of it to be re rve.-l
for public use. In the last few year Mr.
Astor has destroyed at least twenty-lire
dwelling houses, has exterminated ou
village, and disposed of several public in
stitutions, in order to create an exten
sive private park, or hunting grouu I.
The property is known as Ferncliff, an I
Astor's intention is to extend it to 10,000
acres. Much of the land bought up now
lies unused, awaiting the perfection of
the larger scheme, thug tending to restrict
the increase of taxable land values.
Sore Thing:.
"By the way, Jack," said the dear
girl, dreamlngly, "don't you think you'd
better speak to father this evening?"
Philadelphia Press.
There's a Reason.
Bill Why Is It you never hear of a
football umpire getting slugged like
the baseball umpire?
Jill Because the football players
are too busy slugging one another.
Yonkers Statesman.