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DISCOVER A NEW RACE E s k im o s found w h o are scan DINAVIANS IN APPEARAN C E. (Explorers In Canadian Arctic Regions Visit Tribe Who Have Never Be fore 8een White Man or Indian. New York.— A race of people who had never before beheld a white man >r an Indian has been discovered In :he arctic regions of British Columbia )y Vllhjmar Stefansson, leader of the American museum’s scientific expedi tion which left here In April, 1908. according to a letter received from him In Brooklyn. In his letter, which Is dated "Mouth of the Dease River, October 18, 1910,” and Is the first In telligence received from the party Within a year. Stefansson says: “ W e have discovered people In a gton supposed to be uninhabited, nd have lived a few months among eople who had never seen a white an or an Indian (though they had eard oi both), and did not even know was not an Eskimo— so little were hey Informed on what white men re like. W e have discovered Eski- ,os (in spech and habits) who are (Scandinavians In appearance. “ This find Is the beginning of the olutlon of one of two problems: “ What became of some of Frank- llln’s men? "W hat became of the 3,000 Scandl- avians who disappeared from Green land In the fifteenth century? “ Or. If neither of these questions Is Ito be answered, then we have Intro duced a new problem of scientific In terest. Why do some of the people of Vic toria Land dlfTer markedly from the rest of their race? “ Why are they so European In type? "W e have discovered the non-exist ence of a stream which the maps make the size of the Hudson river. When the River La Ronclere disap pears from the map I shall feel I have |done some housecleaning "W e have found a certain cape to be a cape; we know the source of Rae river, of which only the mouth and lowest ten miles were seen by Doctor Rae. And a few other things we have done that are In the nature of discovery. But, o f course, If we deserve any credit It will be more for our routine work than for any discov eries properly so-called.” Stefansson left New York on the present expedition In April, 1908. His principal purpose was to study the different tribes of Eskimos In the northwest, and more especially an un known tribe living In Victoria Land. The explorer Is about thirty-three years old. and a graduate of Harvard university. Stefansson was accom panied by Dr. R. M. Anderson of Harvard. During the long, dreary Journey to the land of the midnight sun the party met with many a hard ship, the explorer writes. Once, when the food supplies ran out and no relief was In sight, he says, they ate the skins from their fur clothing. In mid winter In 1909 Doctor Anderson fell 111 of pneumonia and lay for a month too 111 to be moved. "Had It not been that we had a small cache of flour, etc., at Cape Perry we should not have been able to pull him through," the explorer writes. Courtship °£ M iles Standish With Illustrations by - v How ard Chandler Christy ( C opyright. Ths B obht-M m rriU Com pany) Month after month passed away, and In autumn the ships of the merchants Came with kindred and friends, with cattle and corn for the Pilgrims. A ll In the village was peace; the men were Intent on their labors. Busy with hewing and building, with garden-plot and with mereetead. Busy with breaking the glebe, and mowing the grass In the meadows, Searching the sea for Its fish, and hunting the deer In the forest. A ll In the village was peace; but at times the rumor of warfare Filled the air with alarm, and the ap prehension of danger. Bravely the stalwart Miles Standish was scouring the land with his forces. Waxing valiant In fight and defeating the alien armies. T ill his name had become a sound of fear to the nations. Anger was still In his heart, but at times the remorse and contrition Which In all noble natures succeed the passionate outbreak. Came like a rising tide, that encount ers the rush of a river. Staying Its current a while, but mak ing It bitter and brackish. Meanwhile Alden at home had built him a new habitation, Solid, substantial, of timber rough- hewn from the firs of the forest. Wooden-barred was the door, and the roof was covered with rushes; Latticed the windows were, and the window-panes were of paper, Oiled to admit the light, while wind and rain were excluded. There, too, he dug a well, and around It planted an orchard: Still may be seen to this day some trace of the well and the orchard. Close to the house was the stall, where, safe and secure from an noyance, Raghorn, the snow-white steer, that had fallen to Alden’s allotment in the division of cattle, might rumin ate In the night-time Over the pastures he cropped, made fragrant by sweet pennyroyal Oft when bis labor was finished, with eager feet would the dreamer Follow the pathway that ran through the woods to the house of Pris cilla, Led by Illusions romantic and subtile deceptions of fancy. Pleasure disguised as duty, and love In the semblance of friendship. Ever of her he thought, when he fash ioned the walls of his dwelling; Ever of her he thought, when he delved In the soil of his garden; Ever of her he thought, when he read In his Bible on Sunday Praise of the virtuous woman, as she Is described In the Proverbs,— How the heart of her husband doth safely trust In her always. How all the days of her life she will do him good, and not evil, How she seeketh the wool and the flax and worketh with gladness. How she layeth her hand to the spin dle and holdeth the distaff. How she Is not afraid of the boow for herself or her household. Knowing her household are clothed with the scarlet cloth of her weaving! So, as she sat at her wheel one aft ernoon In the autumn, Alden, who opposite sat, and was watching her dexterous fingers. As If the thread she was spinning were that of his life and his for tune, After a pause In their talk, thus spake to the sound of the spindle. “ Truly, Priscilla,” he said, “ when I see you spinning and spinning, N ever Idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Suddenly you are transformed, are visibly changed In a moment; You are no longer Priscilla, but Bertha, the Beautiful Spinner.” Here the light foot on the treadle grew switter and swifter; the spindle • Uttered an angry snarl, and the thread snapped short In her fingers; W hile the impetuous speaker, not heeding the mischief, continued: “ You are the beautiful Bertha, the spinner, the queen of Helvetia; She whose story I read at a stall In the streets of Southampton, Who, as she rode on her palfrey, o’er valley and meadow and moun tain. Ever was spinning her thread from a distaff fixed to her saddle. She was so thrifty and good, that her named passed Into a proverb. So shall It be with your own, when the spinning-wheel shall no longer Hum In the house of the farmer, and fill Its chambers with music. Then shall the mothers, reproving, re late how It was in their child hood. Praising the good old times, and the days of Priscilla, the spinner!” Straight uprose from her wheel the beautiful Puritan maiden. Pleased with the praise of her thrift from him whose praise was the sweetest, Drew from the reel on the table a snowy skein of her spinning, Thus making answer, meanwhile, to tbe flattering phrases of Alden: “ Come, you must not be Idle; If I am a pattern for housewives. Show yourself equally worthy of be ing the model of husbands. Hold this skein on your hands, while I wind It, ready for knitting; Then who knows but hereafter, when Still at the face of. the speaker, her arms uplifted in horror; But John Alden, upstarting, as if the barb of the arrow Piercing the heart of his friend had struck hts own, and had sundered Once and forever the bonds that held him bound as a captive. Wild with excess of sensation, the awful delight of his freedom. Mingled with pain and regret, uncon scious of what he was doing. Clasped, almost with a groan, tbe motionless form of Priscilla, Pressing her close to his heart, as for ever his own. arid exclaiming: “ Those whom the Lord hath united, let no man put them asunder!” L o! In the midst of this scene, a breathless messenger entered, Bringing In hurry and heat the ter Even as rivulets twain, from distant and separate sources. Seeing each other afar, as they leap Pressing Her Close to Hie Heart. rlble news from the village. from the rocka, and pursuing Yes; Miles Standish was dead!—an Each one Its devious path, but draw Indian had brought them the tid ing nearer and nearer. ings,— Rush together at last, at their tryst- Slain by a poisoned arrow, shot down Ing place in the forest; In the front of the battle, So these lives that bad run thus far Into an ambush beguiled, cut off with In separate channels, the whole of his forces; All the town would be burned, and all Coming In sight of each other, th o » swerving and flowing asunder. the people be murdered! Such were the tidings of evil that Parted by barriers strong, but draw ing nearer and nearer. burst on the hearts of the hear ers. Rushed together at last, and one wae Silent and statue-like stood Priscilla, lost In the other. her face looking backward (TO B E C O N T IN U E D .» Artist Who Had No Arms Miss Sarah Blffen, de Mentholon and H ilei Held Brushes In Their Teeth or Toes. Miss Sarah Blffen was a conspicu ous example of the skill which arm less people sometimes acquire In spite of their affliction. She was min iature painter to Queen Victoria and her work was widely known for Its beauty and delicacy. She was bom without arms, but as a girl, having a great wish to become an artist, she worked earnestly for years until she could paint by holding the brush In her teeth. In 1821. ac cording to the Raja Yoga Messenger, the Judges, without any knowledge of the means she was compelled to use, awarded her the gold medal of the Society of Arts, a prize sought by hundreds of others. M. de Mentholon and Bertram Hlles other artists who were de prived of the use of tbelr arms. The former had only one foot, which be used to paint with. Mr. Hlles lost both hie arms In an accident, being run over by a atreet car when he was only 8 years old and when be was Just beginning to acquire skill In drawing. He spent two years In patient toll learning to draw by bolding tne pencil In hla teeth, at tbe end of which time be won a flrst class certificate from a local art school. VOW CAUSES GIRL’S ILLNESS W illful Girl Took to Her Bed Ten Years Ago and Can’t Leave It Now. Alton, 111.— When Miss Alice Mundy, disappointed and heart sore because her mother forbade her communicat ing with her fiance, took to her bed, vowing that she would never arise until all objections had become re moved. Mrs. Mundy thought It was a girlish whim and that In the course of very short while the attachment would be broken. Tne years have elapsed since then, and not once has Miss Mundy placed her foot to the floor. Now she Is un able to arise, even If she would. Total ack of exercise has so weakened her physically that she has practically lost the use of her hands or feet, and the muscles have become so weak that they now refuse to obey the command her brain, even were she Inclined to mgaand them. The nervous system has now be come affected, and a physician makes ly visits to the Mundy home, and oes what he can to relieve the most markable case of nervous proetra- on that has ever come under his ob- lon. It Is feared now that the la hopelessly UL Babe Smothers Under Pltlowa. Port H ’lron. Mich.— Because WU- m, 7 weeks old son of Mr. and Mrs Tllam H. Marleton. cited too much .he father put a pillow over the child's to stop him. He claims be left e pillow there but a few momenta at any rate when tbe parents look- at their babe. It was dead. ^ fashions have changed and the manners. Fathers may talk to their sons of the good old times of John A lden !” Thus, with a Jest and a laugh, the skein on his hands she adjusted. He sitting awkwardly there, with hts his arms extended before him. She standing graceful, erect, and wind ing the thread from his Angers, Sometimes chiding a little his clumsy manner of. holding. Sometimes touching his hands, as she disentangled expertly Twist or knot In the yarn, unawares — for how could she help It?— Sending electrical thrills through every nerve in his body. The L lotit Feet ea the h i Where David Copperfield Wae Wrltten "Bleak House” at Broadstalrs, Eng- land, whlch bas falled to flnd a pur ebaser, U of Inter est to the Dickens lover beeauae the greater part of “ David Copperfield” waa wrltten thera But It la not the “ Bleak House” of the novel, whlch la deflnltely looated in Hertfordshlre The aovellst aad bis famlly appear to bave been tom e wbat tlgbtly packed la thetr Broad stairs home, Whea Lord CarUale oeo templated paying a visit to “ Our wa tering place" In 1851, Dickens wrote promising him tbe North Foreland Lighthouse for a night light In hla bedroom, and be continues: “ Aa wa think of putting mignonette boxes out side the windows for the younger chil dren to sleep In by and by, 1 am afraid we should give your servant the cramp If we hardily undertook to lodge him.” During the last few years the house has been transformed out of all recognition. Lu ke 19:3, Deacon— “ I fear It’s the Sunday pa per we must blame for our small morning congregations, pastor.” Pae- tor— “ Yes, many of our people are like Zaccheus, pretented from getting near our Lord by the press.”— Boston Transcript Slurring 't Over. T m a poor conversations.^! at these highbrow dinner parties. I'm always afraid of mtrpronouncing some word.” ‘T a k e a mouthful of spinach before attempting a word that yoa are uncertain about” He Had One Fseeetial. Mr. Leo— “ Why did yon let your daughter marry that little band/- Iegged sport?” Mr. Monk— “Why, he’s the best climber !n the Jungle, and that's quite Important when food le so high.” Eternal Feminine. Lady— Why are you all so worriedT Captain—Tbe fact Is, madam, we have broken our rudder. Lady—Is that alL Well, tbe rudder Is under water and It won't show. Let'a go o n —Toledo What do we Hve for If not to make the world leas difflcult for each other?