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About Wallowa chieftain. (Joseph, Union County, Or.) 1884-1909 | View Entire Issue (May 8, 1902)
CH ..DHOOD'S I OST WISDOM. all the birds tY.it nnw ;, .mJ iu our on-hird trees: -y fliiurr 1 had naoge r .-n,i were woodchttiks. toads : ! hees; lint thrived in yonder glen; nnf And t kte w'taa i th. 1 v .Unts would aootbe a stone--.sed toe f verv learned then But :l -t win v"y ioug as knew the spot uwn the hill Vk'bere tin1 chr. lii'-iiorries could lie f.vimi- tnrn tin' ruslii-s near the mill Where pickerel lay that weighed a pound! ! knew tiii' wood the very tree Where lived the poacmng. saucy cro. Knii Hi' wooii sou mi i.tiew me RlU V " v,'r' ong ago. ni p fur the joys of youth, 1 tn-.'. :he nd familiar spot ln.T ' varn this solemn truth: I hi? otten. am forgot. Vet ' - s :ne youngster at my Knee . - the things I used to know. Tn ; . 1 once was wise as nes rm ' t wus very long ago. Inrmr folly to complain Of whatsoe'er the fates decree, t were not wishes all in vain I till yon what my wish would be. J wish to be a buy again. Back with the friends I used to know; "nr I was. oh! so happy then But that was very long ago. Kugene Field. H-j-H-M'V'l 1 1 'M -1 '! 1 'I"l . ; How led managed. t X-H-H-i-i-t 1 ! 1 ' ' I 1 1 ! I 1 Al'I, why do you refuse to go? Due moment you look and act 'ike an angel aud the next well," bitterly, "you are a conundrum that I can't understand, so must give til)." Neither of them saw the boyish fig ure wuli the mischievous face peeping between the portieres, or heard Uiiu as he turned away chuckling: "Like an angel! Juniper! He did not pet the whack I did this morning, or he'd never call lier an angel. Now, if he'd said that to you. Nell," apostrophizing a nut-brown maiden seated on the couch iu the back parlor. "Said what?" queried Nell. "Oh. uuthin'; sunithiu' I hear," la conically, aud Ted glanced demurely around. Just then the street door opened and closed and Maud swept like a whirl wind into the room. "See here, inamina, these actions of Ted's must be stopped. I'll not endure bin vulgar tricks any longer; I'll pun ish him myself If you don't." aud Maude's figure quivered with sup pressed rage, as she darted a fiery glance in the direction of the culprit. "Vnu duu't say so." drawled Irrepres sible Ted. "Now, mamma," mimicking her, ' I hope vou will no longer neg lect " "Shut up. you Impudent little mon key," and Maude vented her auger in a resounding slap on Ted's ear. "Why, children," broke in Mr. Mon terey's calm voice, "what is all this about?" "What about, indeed! Why, last night when Lawyer Avery called, the diuir iu which he Invariably sits had the rod go arranged that when he lean ed back over he went. And not only that, but the Batteuburg tidy on the cushion had a sheet of sticky fly paper under it, and when he got up fly paper and all was fastened securely to his Wat Oh. I thought I should die! I know he'll never call again. Then o-night when Eugene called that same fiiair was literally covered with tacks and he sat on them," finished Maude, chokingly. "Oh, gee!" came from the corner; "I thought it was old Avery again." "Oid Avery! do you bear that, pnpa? Are you never going to teach the boy anything?" shrieked Maude, as a titter fell on her ears. She turned wrath fully, but Ted wag gone. "Well, Maude, don't excite yourself; 111 attend to the boy," and Mr. Mon terey walked from the room with grave face, but a suspicious twitch',;g around his mouth and a twinkle In Us eye. Calming herself, Maude utnk down bide Lienor and remarkd: "Oue could not picture a more fcbarnjing night for the carnival. Are yau go'ng, Neil?" "I was not Intending to. I thought jou and Eugene were going." "I did promise to go," returned Maude complacently, "but Eugene Is so terribly attentive he bores me at times, he is so painfully in love " "Oh. Maude, bow can you 7" burst from Nell. "I really prefer Mr. Avery." Maude mused calmly, 'if it were not for bis thousands being lu the minority." "Shame on you, Maude," and Ele nor's dusky eyes flashed dangerously, "to compare that old dotard wirb Eu gene, who is all that is handsome and aoble." "Vou silly child." And Maude raised her perfect eyebrows scornfully. "One would think you were In love with him jourself. But to come to the point. Eugene was angry at my obstinacy nd ig going alone. You see," confi dently, "I have the finest suspicion that in my absence he flirts with Beat rice Lee. So, wear my costume, go to night and," knowingly, "use your eyes. He'll never notice you more than once f twice." Accordingly Nell went and evidently used her eyes to some purpose, for late la the evening as Maude sat by the window two figures sauntered slowly down the street. "Ah," thought Maude triumphantly, "he has a fine excuse for returning." But Instead f turning In at the gate tucy kept CURIOUS AMERICAN STRICTURE. Probably the oldest owemngs iu our country are those curious bark wigwams occupied by the Indians of the Northwest. The picture shows a typical dwell ing house iraonf the Ojibway or Chippewa tribe. It is built of mud, covered with pieces of birch bark, the whole supported by braces made of stout wood and fastened together with leather thongs. A bright Indian blanket serves for a door, and a hole in the roof lets out the smoke. These dwellings consist of one room! occupied in common by families of ten or twelve. The Indian brave is gone most of the day. and the i-quaw either sits complacently smoking a pipe or is besy with the household duties. Frequently the air inside is Stirling, out sickness is almost unknown. These odd wigwams are considered much more elegant than the tepee, and rank snong the Indians much as a brownstone pal ace would with a one-story cottage. It is rarely one can get a photograph of these queer dwellings, for. according to an old Indian legend which has taken deep hold on the various tribes, if a wigwam or Indian is photographed death will fall upon some member of the family within the ensuing year. straight on iu the crisp moonlight, j smicu a time ei::pseu neiore mey again appeared, and then raising his hat Eu gene walked slowly on. Maude was furious. Ted. always around when not wanted and knowing Maude's tantrums of old, darted out muttering. "Now I'll pay her back for dad's lecture." Lowu the street he flew breathlessly. "Come back a min ute, Mr. Latutner, Maude wants to see you." The wonderment In Eugene's eyes changed to consternation at the scene that met his gaze. "There's your angel," came from Ted. Nell's brown eyes were large and bright, while her form was fairly con vulsed with laughter. Maude stood like an accusing angel (or demon), hurling epithets at her. "You wicked, deceitful, little vixen. I always knew you were In love with him. Well, anyway, I never could en dure him. Young men are always idiots." "Easy, Maude," and Ted with a grimace slid into the room. There was no escape; Eugene comprehended the situation, but lu spite of himself had to smile at the ridiculous cause of it ail. Maude stood transfixed for a sec ond, then, speechless with rage, swept out with the air of a tragedy queen. Foor Nell, the laughter fled from her face, aud deep concern took Its place as she turned her eyes toward Eu gene. "Oh, I shall die! Believe me, I never dreamed Maude would act like that" "Poor little girl," and Eugene strok ed the brown curls; "it was all my fault, too but then," teasingly, "what can oue expect of an Idiot? At any rate I have your sister's candid opin ion at last." "Oh, Mr. Lattlmer," in a shocked voice, "how could Ehe!" "Well," roguishly. "I believe ehe is half right My actions in the past merit such an opinion." "Your behavior Is quite natural; when one Is in love " Nell paused abruptly, blushing rosy red. "One is not accountable," finished Eugene. "But Is It possible to rise from the depths to the surface so easily? In stead of being miserable I never felt happier In my life." Nell with averted eyes, remained si lent "Tell me, Nellie, may I hope your sister was rlgnt, and that you would not treat me so?" Still no answer. Eugene drew near er and peered into the downcast face. "I know it's taking an unfair ad vantage, but" persistently, "answer me, Nellie." "Not to-night," unsteadily; "think w hat you are saying and ask me again some other time." Next evening Eugene received his answer. Great was Mr. Monteroy'a astonishment when Eleanor and Eu gene presented themselves for bis blessing, but bis "God bless yon, my children," was none the less fervently given. DOING UP STORE BUNDLES. An Old-Time Fine Art that Has Very Nearly Disappeared. Somewhere and somehow the world of trade has lost the art of tying up h.inHi in crocery stores, dry goods houses, hardware stores and even n the drug stores. The paper bag seems to have been the beginning of it. Before its coming even a crossroads grocer could lay a double thickness of brown paper on the counter, empty a dollar's worth of "Coffee A" sugar upon it out of a brass scoop and tie the package up as smooth and tight as a block of planed wood. How many clerks In a Chicago corner grocery could do it now? In the old days in some of the small er town the purchaser carried his sugar home on bis arm. and In consid eration of this the brown parcel would ue rewrapped in a thinner, lighter sheet of paper, which was supposed to make a more comely package. It was remarkable what a neat-looking bundle a grocer br hardware dealer 1,1 moke of several odd-shaped bun dles or packages. In some of the "gen ! erai" gtores a coffee mid. a bag of salt 1 and a tin dipper could be tied Into a paper so skillfully that a neighbor , across the street seeing the head of the house come In with It would be left in deep wonderment ns to whether It was a new suit of clothes or a bolt of "do mestic." With the perfecting of the paper bag, however, slovenliness began to mark ihe wrappiug in stores. 'At first a bag was filled, the top folded into place neatly, and tied as If It were open pa per. The grocer, especially, compro mised by twisting up the mouth of the bag and rolling It down onto the con tents, using no string whatever. To-day wrapping up bundles Is a lost art. Nobody carries neat bundles any where. An ordinary package of some solid object Is laid down on a piece of paper, and as It Is rolled up the ends of the paper are tucked Into the bun dle, leaving the wrapper to tie a string around the center of the roll. With many small objects no string is used, and a person with several of these bundles, starting home from down town. Is not likely to get there. In many things the druggist still does neat wrapping, ns In the case of bottles, packages, and even powders. But to buy from his general stock of toilet articles and kindred goods be makes as ugly a bundle as the grocer. In most eases, too. he uses some hide ously colored wrapping paper which simply flares with the "intelligence" to the public that you or some of your family is sick. The ordinary bundle to-day Is neither neat nor pretty which may be a rea son why more than ever before people i insist on having all goods "delivered In the rear." Chicago Tribune. Where the Trouble Wan. Modern children, whose education Is I" the hands of "advanced' experimen talists, are the victims of every kinder garten fad and new-fangled method that pedagogy can devise. A boy who had been the patient of some school teacher's nouseuse was brought by his mother to consult au oculist. The phy sician, says a New York paper, went about In the usual way to discover de fects of vision. He placed a chart before the boy. The first word was "hat." "Now read this word," said the doc tor. "Hhhuh-ah-tuhhh." gurgled the boy. "Then try this." said the doctor, pointing to "big." "Buh-lh-guhhh." wag the sputtering attempt "Madam," said the physician, "there is some trouble here that has nothing to do with the vision. The vocal or gans seem to be affected." "Oh, no." answered the mother, "he pronounced those words correctly !" "Pronounced them correctly?" "Yes; that was all light. That Is the phonetic method he la taught In school. He used to speak and see as other peo ple do before he began to learn this method." "Madam," said the doctor, gravely, "send him to a good school or take him out of school and put him to reading good books in clear type. Then there'll be nothing the matter with his sight or his education, and be won't talk like bullfrog." Youth's Companion. Where Women Knle. In several villages of Finland the woman has authority, for a religious sect exists there whose disciples are forced to marry and to take a tow to submit to the wife In all things. The women choose one of their number for governing head, whose duty It Is to see that the men behave themselves, and to punish them If they transgress. Similar are the "Purlficanta" of Libe ria, who also recognize the supremacy of women. A Little Kqnirrel in Amber. Flies are not the ouly thing found In amber. In a big mass of clear amber, dredged up out of the Baltic Sea re cently, there was distinctly visible In Its luterior a small squirrel fur, teeth aud claws Intact. Hemp Use. I a Anaesthetic A simple decoction of hemp was used In China 1.700 years ago as an anaes thetic In surgical opera ions, according to a newly discovered Chinese manu script In a Paris library. Germanr Imports Apples. Germany has Imported as much as $10,000,000 worth of apples In one year, and I2.&O0.00O worth of pears. GIVEN QUEER NAM 8. APPELLATIONS SOME CHILDREN MUST STRUGGLE UNDER. Caprice of Parents Has Saddled Very Odd Cognomens ITpon Innocent Off springA ChiM Named "Airs and Graces" Only Kecently Christened. The nnvst curious name perhaps ever ln-stowed upon a girl Is that of Airs and tiraces. She is now about four years old, her name leing registered at Somerset House. London, in 1S!S. when she was baptized. What she will think of these cognmens wheu she arrives at maturity Is dillicult to Im agine. Her sister's name is equally uniqueNun Nicer. Wheu Airs and Graces and Nun Nicer arrive at the ase of maturity at least one of them should marry a youth whose Christian, name compares favorably for exam ple. Acts of the Apostles. This Is a name found on an English parish reg ister: Actsapostle, son of Thomas and Elizalieth lVgden. was baptized Aug. 2, 17i1. Ag.iin this name figures In records in is:;;, when Acts of the Apostles, son of Kichard and Phebe Kennett, was luptized. This name, curious as it is. is preferable to What, or lMitn Splro Spero names with which children have beeu handicapped. It was a patriotic American who bo stowed upon her young hopeful the name of declaration of Independence. The most warlike name on record is that of Kobert Alma Balaclava Inker man Seiiastopol I clhl Pugdalc, who is au English innkeeper's son; a sim ilar uniiie is Richard Coeur de Lion Tyler Walter Hill. About liNI years ago a snowstorm In Western Pennsylvania set In the 1st of March; there wore many weeks of sleighing, traditional for years for the length of time it lasted. What did a Mr. Smith do, who happened to have a boy born about this time but name him Seven Weeks Sleighing in March, lie usually went by the inline of Weeks. His initials were all written out S. W. S. L M. Smith. Parents of large families need no assurance that the advent of another child is not always as welcome in fact as In theory, but It Is scarcely kind to make the child bear a token of dis approval all Its life. It must be rather terrible to go through life, for example as Not Wanted James, What Another, Only Fancy William Brown, or even as Last of 'Em Harper, or Still An other Hewitt. Aud yet all these are names which the foolish caprice of parents has imposed on innocent chil dren. About f00 years ago, it Is said, more than half the men were named either John or William. In the thirteenth century William was the commonest name; in the next century John took the lead, while Thomas, Kichard and Kobert the next most common names. Among old surnames are Jumps, April, Marriage, Every Iuk, Pink Ink, Hogsett and Cheese. Any one of these, however. Is a more cheerful nume than Pine Coffin, w hich is English, and very proud (lie Pine Coffins are said to be of their name. An American lady spend ing some time in Devonshire, England, met at an afieruoon ten Mr. Pine Cof fin. Mr. Delth (pronounced death), and Miss Graves. Mr. Ieith could have twisted his name In some way, but ho did not and was much offended if It were given any other pronunciation than Death. St Louis Globe-Democrat ABOUT THE JAPAN CURRENT. Kuro SI wo Piles Great Quantities of Driftwood on Alaska's Hhorea. In one sense, the kuro siwo, or Japan current, is the most Interesting lu the world, because many oceauographers believe It was the direct means of peopling America. This much, at least. Is certain: If a boat were to be set adrift on parts of the Asiatic coast and survived all storms, the Japan current could be depended upon to cany It across the Pacific and deposit it on the American shore. Such a thing hap pened almost within the memory of man. In 1832 uluo Japanese Usher men were left derelict and unable to find their way back to the shore. They went with the current, and after a drift lasting several months they were carried to Hawaii. Trees, torn by storms from the banks of Asiatic rivers, frequently float across the Pacific on the American coast Between Kakatag aud Kyak Islands, about 1,2J0 miles northwest of Seattle, enormous piles of this drift wood cover the beaches. There can be no question of the Asiatic origin of the timber. They are the trunks of the camphor tree, the mango and the ma hogany. Ixjgs 150 feet long and eight feet in diameter are frequently found. Many of them are seen flouting shore ward, with fantastic roots standing high above tlio waves. In places the logs are piled twenty feet high. They are generally without bark, which has been peeled off by the waves, and most of them have become white aud heavy from Impregnation with salt water. As they pile up, the sands drift over them and gradually they sink out of sight, and new beaches are formed. This process has been going on for ages, aud the shore line Is being steadily ex tended. Excavations along the beach show that the texture of the buried timber gets harder and harder the fur ther In you go, until in some Instances petrifaction has taken place. Other excavations show logs . that have turned to coal. The presence of Siberian driftwood on the shores of Greenland, says a writer In Alnslle's, convinced Kansen that bis idea of drifting across the Pdar sea lu the Era in was logical. Great quantities of the wood are an nually cast ou the coasts of Spitiber gen and Novsya Zcmhlya. ami there are tribes of Greenland Eskimos who depend for sledge runners ami other wooden Implements on the drift from Sllierliiu forests. For years they de pended for Iron Implements on the hoops of casks which came to them over seas. THE OTHER SIDE. Snap Judittnrnts Do Not Always Do Justice to Character. We often comment on the act of gen erosity that was not done; but we may not know the act of greater generosity that was done; the greater sacrifice that forbade the lesser, in his ''Ktsayt of an Optimist," John William Kayf tells of uu Incident which happened when lie was a boy at school, and Il lustrates well the advisability of not judging too quickly as lo geuerosity ot the lack of It. Our senior usher-It was n large pri vate school was a UU'ral. opeii liaitd ed fellow; he dressed well, and sub scribed handsomely to the cricket dub. Hut the second usher was an Intoler able screw. His conduct appeared a shabby as his coat. Of course our no tion was that he was by nature a skin Hint, and that he bad hoards of gold. He was a tnnn otherwise of a kindly nature and a harmless way of life, so we despised rather t tin il hated him Hut it came out afterward that he had au aged mother and two sisters, rely ing solely for their maintenance on his scanty earnings. The saddest thing of nil was -I know nothing sadder lu history that con templating, at the end of one-half year, a pleasant surprise for these poor peo ple, he walked home, a hundred miles, under a June sun, and npMared unex pectedly among them one sultry even lug, only to find that all three wcru hopelessly druuk. Next half we had u new usher, and for a little space there was n belie! among us that the poor fellow had saved money enough to start a school of his own; but the truth as 1 have told it oozed out, with this pathetic addi tion, that he had gone hopelessly mad We were then very much grieved at the rash Judgments that we had pass ed, aud got up a subscription, the Inrg est ever known iu tho school, which kept him In comfort until he died. In this Instance it was a point of honoi and conscience with us all to make sacrifice of self and deny ourselves for the benefit of the man we hud wronged; and I am sure, let alone the satisfaction of such an atonement, that the lesson we had all learned was worth the mon ey ten times told. THE WRONG LETTER. A Note of Introduction that Went Sadly Astray. Letters of Introduction are not Invari ably serviceable. For one reason, they may be too frank. Harry Furtilss, iu his "Confessions of a Caricaturist," says that wheu a brother artist was setting forth ou his travels In foreign climes, he was provided with n letter of introduction to a certain ISrltlsb consul. The writer of the letter enclosed It In oue to the artist, saying that he would find the consul a in out arrant snob, a bumptious, arrogant humbug, a cad to the backbone. Still, he would probably offer some courtesies to any one who had a good social standing, and thus compensate the traveler for having to come In contact with such an Insuffer able vulgarian. On the return of the artist to Eng land, the writer of' the letters asked how he hod fared with the consnl. "Well, my dear fellow," drawled the artist, "be did not receive me very warmly, and he did not ask me to din ner. In fact, he struck me as bring rather cool." "Well, you do surprise me," rejoined bis friend, "lie's a cad, as I told you In my letter, but he's very hospitable, and I really can't understand this stuto of things. You gave him my letter of Introduction?" "Why, I thought so; but, do you know, ou my Journey home I discov ered It tn my pockctbnok. So I mum have handed to him instead your note to me about him!" The explanation was quite adequate A Itolateil Discovery. Mrs. Norton came home from a enll oue day In such a disturbed condition that It was evident that tears were not far In the background. She lost no time in beginning her explanation. "John," she said to her husband. "1 am so mortified I don't know whut to do!" "What Is the matter, Joanna?" usked Mr. Norton. "I have just been calling on Mrs. Per- erlll. You know her husband. Major Peverlll?" "Yea." "Well, I Just learned to-day that 'M Jor" Isn't his title at all. 'Major1 Is hu first name. "Why, certainly. Pre always known that. What Is there so mortifying about Iff" "Nothing," said Mrs. Norton, with a groan, "only that I've been calling htm 'Major' every time I've met blui for the lust ten years!" Presence of Blind. "I think It was the most touching play I ever saw, yet there sot Maud Garlinghorn as dry-eyed as could be." "because she knew she would have to be dry-cheeked when she came out under the glare of the electric light" Chicago Tribune. Judging Her Motive. "Did you notice how Mrs. Floppei dresses to kill lately?" "Well, no wonder. Her husband re cently bad bis life Insured for 10,00a" -Philadelphia Bulletin. WAS OPPOSED TO BRUTALITY.' lie Protrsted Against Football, bat Spread Himself on the Car Seat. The car was crowded. A sharp-farnl man sat sidewlse, with his legs spread wide on the seat A short man, who bud no seat, swung by a strap near him. "1 protest against this maiming and smashing the heads and creaking Ihe boues of so ninny people on the football field!"' said the sharp-faced man. "I protest against It!" "Who's btH'n doing It?" said the short man. sharply. "Why, they bnve!" exclaimed tho sharp faced man, spreading himself a little wider. "Who have?" dmnmled the snort man, changing hands on the strap anil glaring at the sharp fin ed man. "The football players! That's who!" was the response. "Who have they been doing It to, I'd like to know?" cried the short man, as the car rounded a curve and swung bins with a bump against the protester. "Who have they been doing It to?" "To or nh why, er-r-r to them selves," replied the sharp faced man. drawing In his legs a little. "Oh, they have, eh?" sneered the short man, with both hands on th strap. "They did It to themselves, eb? Well. If they wnnt to do It to them selves, who's got a belter right?" The sharp-faced man drew In bis legs a little more and said nothing. "And If you wnnt to protest against It," continued the short iiiiin, talking quite loud, "why don't you go hunt up a football game somewhere and protest to the doers of It? If you want to kick about It get right off of this car mid go kick to the ball kickers! And wheu they get through with you I'll beta hum there won't be enough of you to take up the room a 2-year-old kid would Mil In n car. let alone spreading over enough of it lo seat a dime museum fat woma n !" The suggestion must have appealed to the sharp-faced man, says the New lorn nines, tor ne nuirieii pit or the car at the next street us If thero was a game of football going on there abouts, and he was afraid It would be over before he got there. And the short mail and two other passengers took his seat. HATS IN HALLS AND ELEVATORS. Why Should They He Removed In Out l'luceaud Not in Another? The etiquette of gentlemen removing (heir hats while riding In u public ele vator with ladles has long been a sub ject of discussion, and an agreement as to the proper thing to do appears as fur off as ever. A woman sharply re proved her young son the other day for remaining uncovered while ascending. "Take olT your hut," said the matron; "don't you know that there uru women lu the elevator? I have told you about that luuuy times." The mail who had an ol'leo on the fourteenth floor turned round to look at the woman, but he didn't take off his hat. "Itut I didn't have to take off my hat In the hall and there were women there," protested the boy. "1 don't see any difference between the hull and the elevator." "You take off your hat," she cried, and the hat came off. "That kid has more sense than a great many men 1 know," said the man from floor 14 to his neighbor of the door above. "This elevator lint lifting habit Is the worst kind of a farce." "I think It Is a nice little courtewy to show lo the women," Mild the other man, "especially when you are oat of the business district." "Take olT your hut as much as yoa pleuse," said the man who started ths discussion. "I have nothing against that, but for heaven's sake be consist ent about It You walk through a lone hall with a woman and keep your hat ou. The minute you get Into the ele vator cage It comes off. You get out with her on some upper floor und on goes the hat Now, If you should take off your bat In an elevator you should not wear it when walking In the halls. As for me, I find some other way of showing women that I appreciate their presence -some wny that doesn't In volve a cold in the head. The men who run elevators In hotels and upnrtiiifiit houses say that the practice of lint lifting Is Increasing. They have noticed, though, t hut la most esses the hut only remains off the hcHd when Ihe men are actually In tho car. In the business district very few men pay attention lo the elevutor hut llfling ceremony. Why Ono IliHik Aent (Jult. Be vein I senators were discussing In the cloukroom yt-sterduy their experi ences lu getting rid of objectionable visitors. The tulk recalled au episode In the life of the lute Justice Field of the Supreme Court, whoso temper was of the most Irascible kind. He hud given Instructions to his servant on a certain morulng that he was not to be disturbed. Presently there came a ring at the door bell and an aggressive book agent apiwared. "1 want to see Justice Field," be said. "You cannot see him," was the re ply. "I must see him." "Impossible." The conversation grew more em phatic, until Dually the persistent book agent's demands echoed through the bouse. At that moment Justice Field, who bad beeu attracted by the alterca tion, appeared at the bead of the Stairs. "William," he said, In a fiercely an gry tone, "show the brasen, Infcrnnl scoundrel up to me; If you cannot handle him. I will." The bonk agent made no further ef fort to break Into the Justice's pres ence. Washington Post