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• VOL. L. ---NO. 41. gi9tat�ca Soolety _ 11 ��N AZETT HASTINGS, MINN.. SATURDAY. JULY 4, 1908. TheBest Man By EMELIPIE BARR. Copyright, 1908, by Associated Lit- erary Press. For the first time in his Life John', Amidon found himself in New York. It was a warm spring day—much toe warm and too glorious to spend in visiting a round of stuffy offices. He would make a holiday of it and let business wait until tomorrow. An inspiration seized him, and after some search through the various com- partments of his leather wallet he drew out a dingy visiting card. "H'm," he mused. "That's funny. I was sure I had his address. 'Richard Malloney,' that's all it says, though, that's sure." He put the card back thoughtfully. "It was something about Washing- ton," he reflected. But the "something" had eluded him impishly. He drew a map out of his pocket and studied it carefully. With an air of triumph he at length pounced upon the words "Mount Vernon." He had it! Should he consult a telephone direct- ory? What was the use? It would be more fun to give Dick a surprise. Dick was just the kind of fellow to enjoy the unexpected. On the way out on the train Amidon indulged in pleasant reminiscences of college days when he and Dick had been such jolly good chums. Was it possible a whole ten years had gone since they had seen each other? "But Dick's all right," he solilo- quized. "It's a great thing to be sure of a welcome. He'll be just as glad to see me as I will"— "Mount Vernon!" shouted the con- ductor, and Amidon got off hurriedly. "Can you tell me where Mr. Richard Malloney lives?" he asked the first per- son he happened to run into at the station. Before the person addressed had time to reply a six-year-old boy piped up: "I can." "Is that so?" returned Amidon gen- ially. "Well, suppose you show me then. Will you?" For answer the knowing one turned to lead the way importantly. When he came to the end of the station plat- form he stopped beside a shining auto- mobile. "Get in," he said to Amidon hos- pitably. Amidon hesitated. "Why, thank you, young man," he replied. "You are very kind, but If you'll just be good enough to tell me where Mr. Malloney lives ViI walk there." "But we're going right there." Der- sisted Amidon's personal conductor. "Mr. Richard Malloney is my Lather. I'm Richard Malloney, Jr., you know." In spite of his amazement Amidon was alert enough to be conscious of the chauffeur's silent chuckling. Rich- ard Malloney, Jr., was proving a most unexpectedly sprightly pilot It might be well before committing oneself ir- revocably to his management to ask a few definite questions. So Amidon addressed the amused chauffeur. "I arrived from town on this last train," he stated. "Can you tell me if Mr. Malloney is at home?' "Very sorry, sir," returned the chauf- feur civilly. "He's just started for town himself." "And—Mrs. Malloney?' "She went with him, sir." Amidon reflected a moment. "Barbara's home," volunteered Mal- loney junior. Amidon's face lighted instantly. Bar- bara—that was Dick's sister, of course. He remembered, but this was no time for reminiscences. "Is she, indeed?' he exclaimed joviai- ty. "Then I will ran out." And he jumped in beside Richard. "Let's see," be mused, hardly con- scious that he spoke, "how old must Barbara be now?' "About thirty," Richard suggested. Amidon glanced at the chauffeur. He was quite sure he was chuckling again. "About thirty?" repeated Amidon. "It doesn't seem possible." "She's grown up awful fast," Rich- ard commented. "She was only just a girl when she went away to school, but now she does her hair up and stays up evenings. I wish I was thirty." This yearning was accompanied by a very genuine sigh, but Amidon bad quite forgotten to listen to the child's prattle. His own thoughts were more absorbing. Had he or had he not met Dick's sis- ter? So many fellows at college had sister's! If so, what bad she looked like? She must have been very young —and to think of Dick's being married and never letting him know—more than that, to think of there being a Richard Malloney, Jr.! "Here we are," exclaimed the boy, "and there's Barbara on the porch. Hoo-oo!" Barbara came to the top of the steps, looking at Amidon curiously. As for Amidon, he was seized with a panic of misgivings. Surely, if he had ever in his life seen that girl, no mat- ter bow many years ago, he would never have forgotten her. But he must say something, for young Richard had already climbed out of the machine and announced, "Here's a man to see yon, Barbara," introduction that Mangy Amidon braced himself. "I am John Amidon" he stated sim- ply, standing below her, with hat in hand. "Your brother and I were friends at college. I hoped to find hitt here." To bis attonishment Barbara ]lurei out laughing, revealing -two very beau tiful dimples in her glowing cheeks She recovered herself with evident et fort. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Aalldoa There must be some mistake. You see, this is my only brother," she said at she lifted Richard junior off his feet and then let him down again with s suddenness that evidently tickled that young man's fancy. "Well, it couldn't have been yow father!" ventured Amidon. At the absurdity of this suggestion Barbara and John both laughed hearti- ly. Then Barbara had an idea. "Why, of course, you mean Cousin Dick. Are you a Harvard man?" John nodded. "Ninety-eight," he in- formed her. "How stupid of me not to have thought of that at once!" Barbara ac- cused scused herself. 'But, you see, ' is a pretty long time ago, and Dick has been abroad nearly ever since he left col- lege." It was all such a ridiculously mixed up state of affairs—the idea that Cousin Dick was married and that Richard junior was his son; that Barbara was Dick's sister—when in reality, as it turned out, Dick had no -sister; that, most comical of all, Barbara was "about thirty"—well, what was there to do but to laugh and laugh about lt? "But how," suddenly broke out Bar- bara, "did you happen to find us here in Mount Vernon? Dick's family liven in New York, you know." "What part of New York?" asked John. "Washington square." And then followed more explanations and more laughter. When Mrs. Malloney returned from town at luncheon time she found Bar- bara and John in the midst of an ex- citing tennis match. "Who's playing with Barbara?" she gnestioned Richard junior after several futile attempts to recognize the young man. "A man I brought from the station," Richard informed her boestingly. "Richard, what are you talking about? What's his name?" "Barbara will tell you. She likes him. They've been laughing lots." The introduction, with its subsequent explanations, at last over with, Mrs. Malloney was all charming hospitality. "Of course you'll come out and stay with us while you're here, Mr. Ami - don. The city is so disagreeable In warm weather. It's a great privilege to be able to do anything for Dick's friends. We're all most fond of him. but he gives us very little chance to show it You will make this your headquarters, won't you?" John Amidon had to hold on to him- self good and hard. He was so happy that he feared he would appear over- zealous In accepting the invitation. Of course John Amidon fell head over heels in love with Barbara. Of course he decided to spend the whole summer In the east, and, of course, at the end of the summer he wrote to bis chum, Dick Malloney, commanding his con - "You're going to marry Barbara, aren't you?" asked Richard junior, bob- bing abruptly out from under the ham- mock where the lovers were sitting one evening at twilight "You bet I am!" exclaimed John, catching him up affectionately. "What will I be then," queried the puzzled Richard, "your cousin or your "You? Why," said John, laughing, "you'll be my best man, of course." A '-GHOST STORY. The Spectral Horseman That Visits Wycoller Hall. This ghost story is contributed by a correspondent of an English magazine: "Wycollar Hall, near Colne, was long the seat of the Cunliffes of Billington. They were noted persons in their time, but evil days came, and their ancestral estates passed out of their hands. In the days of the commonwealth their loyalty cost them dear, and ulthnately they retired to Wycollar with a rem- nant only of their once extensive prop- erty. About 1819 the last of the fami- ly passed away, and the hall is now a mass of ruins. Little but the antique fireplace remains entire, and even the room alluded to In the following legend cannot now be identified. Tra- dition says that once every year a specter horseman visits Wycollar Hall. He Is attired In the costume of the early Stuart period, and the trappings of his horse are of a most uncouth de- scription. "On the evening of his visit the weather Is always wlld and tempestu- ous. There Is no moon to light the lonely roads, and the residenb of the district do not venture out of their cottages. When the wind howls loud- est the horseman can be beard dash- ing up the road at full speed, and, aft- er'crossing the narrow bridge, he sud- denly stops at the door of the hall. The rider then dismounts and makes his way up the broad oaken stairs into one of the rooms of the house. Dread- ful screams, as from a woman. are then beard, which soon subside into groans. The horseman then makes his appearance at the door, at once mounts his steed and gallops off. "Ills body can be seen through by those who may chance to be present; his horse appears to be wild with rage, and its nostrils stream with fire. The tradition is that one of the Cunllffes murdered Isla wife lo that room and that the specter horseman is the ghost of the murderer, who is doomed to pay an annual visit to the home of his victim. She is saidto have predicted the extinction of the family, which, according to the story, has been liter- ally fulfilled." The Cruelty of Thoughtlessness. Most of the cruelty of the world is thoughtless cruelty. Very few people would intentionally add to another's load or make his burden In life heavier or his path rougher. Most of the great heart wounds are inflicted by thought- less thrusts, flung out often in a mo- ment of anger, when perhaps we were too proud to apologise or to try to heal the grievous wounds we bad made. Can anything be more cruel than to discourage a soul who le struggling to do the best he can, to throw stumbling blocks in the path of those who are trying to get on in the world against great odds? No life is just the same after you have once touched it. Will you leave a ray of hope or one of despair, a dash of light or a Bomber cloud across some dark life each day? Will you by thoughtless cruelty deepen the shadow which hangs over the life, or will you by kindness dispel it altogether? No matter how you feel or what is dis- turbing your peace of mind, never al- low yourself to send out a discourag- ing, a cruel or an unkind word or thought.—Success Magazine. - Greatness. There is a kind of elevation which does not depend on fortune. It is a certain air which distinguishes us and seems to destine us for great things. It is a price which we imperceptibly set on ourselves. By this quality we usurp the deference of other men, and it puts us, In general, more above them than birth, dignity or even merit Itself. —La Rochefoucauld. Conceded Fitness. 'This 'Oates Ajar' design is a hand- some one," said the tombstone man. "It L just what I want," said the widow. "He never shut a door in all THE CRITICS. These Observers Were Wholly Per- sonal In Their Judgments. 'The critical faculty is rare," said an editor and critic at a Philadelphia art club. "It must be impersonal. But most of us Incline to be wholly per- sonal in our criticism. The tact was brought home to me at one of tbe exhi- bitions at the Academy of Fine Arts. "Passing from picture to picture, 1 overheard many criticisms. Thus a lady in a rich gown said: "'What a superb portrait of a young girl! It should certainly win the Car- negie prize. it is easy to see that the gown was made by Paquin.' "A fat, red nosed man in a fur lined overcoat halted before a picture enti- tled 'The Luncheon.' "'This still lite,' he exclaimed. 'is the most admirable 1 have ever seen. Terrapin, canvasback, champagne. lob. ster, even Perigord pie— ab. what a genius.' "'In this historical painting.' I beard en antiquary say, 'the costumes ere ne• curate in every detail. The painter Is a second Raphael,' "'That horse there,' said a ; ot:ng polo player, 'is exactly like my i' e!a iokus. It's the best picture in the es hibition.' "An athlete uttered a cry of deelight before a daub called 'The t;Indla'ur' "'What shoulders! Whet arine!' he said. 'I bet anything the jury gived this painting the highest n ward.' "And half the throng. departing. +ald "'The picture to the last room 1: the. beet No, we didn't -see it—couldn't gel to it, In fact—but it draws tar and away the biggest crowd.' " THE DUCKING STOOL Hew a "Scold" Used to Be Punished In Old England. It is interesting to conjure up a pic- ture of a "ducking" as practiced In England at the end of the eighteenth century. When the "scold" bad been properly tried and convicted:like was escorted by a crowd of her neighbors—In fact, by the whole village -to the nearest pond, and the greener and slimier the pond the better. A long plank was produced, at one end of which was the ducking stool, and In this the scream - Ing, struggling victim was securely pin- ioned. The chair end of tbe plank was then pushed far over the edge of the pond, and at a signal it was tilted deep into the green ooze until the scold was completely Immersed:' When the dripping, halt drowned wo- man was raised to„the surface again to the jeers and laughter of the on- lookers it can be imaglued that her tongue wagged to some purpose. Aft- er a second dose she emerged more subdued, and after a third or fourth she was as penitent a woman ns the village contained and was allowed to proceed home a sadder and wiser wo- man until the next time.—London Tlt- Bats. Mole Superstitions. According to traditlou, if you have a mole on your chin you may expect to be wealthy, while if you have it un- der your arm It promises you wealth and honor as well. A mole on the ankle indicates courage. On the left temple a mole indicates that you will and friends among the great ones of the earth, but if it be placed on the right temple It warns you of coming distress. A mole on a man's knee means that he may expect to marry a rich woman. A mole on the neck promises wealth. If you have a mole on your nose you are going to be a great traveler. A mole on the throat indicates health and wealth. The Silent Winners. Examine our list of presidential can- didates and see how few of them made stump speeches. George Washington made none. "' Thomas Jefferson made none. John Adams, John Quincy Adams, James Madison, James Monroe made none. Neither did Andrew Jackson, nor Martin Van Buren, nor General Harri- son, nor James K. Polk, nor Franklin Pierce, nor Jame* Buebaoan.—Telfer' soman. DEFIED THE JUDGE. A Fine For Voting That Susan B. An- thony Never Paid. "It has been so many years ago that most people have forgotten that the late Susan B. Anthony was fined $100 or a year's imprisonment for having dared to vote for General Grant for president," said a Chicago judge. "Miss Anthony was as brave as she was intellectual and asked to be al- lowed to speak a word in her own be- half. Perwlssiou being given, she told the court of the struggle she had in keeping a little newspaper going from which she made her living. 'Your hon- or,' she said, holding up her right hand, 'I am due my creditors not less than $1,000. Thls money I expect to live to pay, but I am willing this arm shall wither from my body before I pay the $100 you have so unjustly assessed against me.' "The court realized the deep serious- ness of Niles Anthony's declaration, and though she could have been or- dered to jail for noupayment of the tine his honor did not have the nerve to enforce the extreme penalty. Miss ony lived for. many< yaam agtagt its imposition, but the fine was never paid."—Baltimore American. A Definition. "Paw," asked a thoughtful lad, wrin- kling Mie brow, "what's a pessimist?' "A pessimist, John 1," replied his father, "is a man who, after • eyeless has blown his house away with him la tt, goes back and grumbles at his lot* —Puck. Th. Charges. Ford—Your lawyer made some severe charges against the didn't be? Brown—Y WHEN FOOD WAS SCARCE. Prices That Ruled In Paris During the Siege of 11170. The following Interesting statement of the prices that were paid for food during the stege of 1870 Is taken ver- bally out of the journal of a French officer stationed In Paris at the Ume: "Toward the middle of October we bad to make up our mind to sacrifice the animals of tbe zoological garden. The elephants and many other beasts were bought by al. Debos, the owner , of the English meat shop in Av. Frlendland. The meat of the elephants was sold from $10 to $12 a kilogram (two pounds), the trunk commanding the highest price, 110 a kilogram. The trunk and feet were both declared de- licious by all gormands. In the sam, shop a pair of young wolves were sold for $2.60 per pound. The meat was soft and without taste. The biggest price was paid for a young live lamb that had been swiped by a'franctlrenr' from the enemy. One hundred dollars was paid for It. "Here is an exact price list of some victuals toward the end of the siege: Two pounds of horseflesh 3.00 One ham 18.00 A whole cat 5.00 A rabbit -r 10.00 One turkey 30.00 Ono egg 1.00 A rat .50 A pigeon 3.00 Ono pound of butter COO A pound of beans 1.60 A peck of carrots 7.00 Ono cabbage head 7.00 Cobra's Fatal Bite. One of the deadliest snakes in India is the cobra, which claims hundreds of victims every year. Au English otli- cial once saw one bite a fowl, and, be- ing curious to learn how long the ven- om took to act, he timed it with his watch. The moment the cock was touched it screamed, but at once ran oft to its mates and began picking as if nothing were wrong. In thirty sec- onds the comb and wattles changed from red to black. In two minutes it began to stagger and fell down in con- vulalons, struggliug violently until it died, three minutes and a halt after it had been bitten. On plucking the fowl a wound not bigger than a pin prick was found at the extreme end of the wing. Round this spot the color was very dark, but the rest of the bird's body, excepting comb and wattles, was of a natural color. The Bribe That Failed. Among Father Dempsey's steady boarders was a fellow named Delaney. He was drunk as often as he could get that way. Father Dempsey tried all manner of means to get Delaney to quit drinking. At last be said to him: "Delaney, my man, if you'll stop drinking for six months I'll give you a check at the end of that time for $60." "Indeed, if I stopped for six months I could write you a check for $100," answered Delaney, and Father Demp- sey in teiling of 1t later added: "And indeed be could, too, for he's a No. 1 mechanic."—St. Louis Post -Dis- patch. A Rapid Rhymer. In illustration of the working powers of George R. Sims, the dramatist and poet, it 18 said that one night a new piece was produced at a leading theater in London. 81ms sat It out and then returned to his office, where he wrote a column and a half of criticism in rhyme. It was near the time for the paper to go to press when he began, and the boy took the piece verse by verse from him to the composing room, the boy walking continuously from one to the other for an hour. Ono stick of celery .60 Wood to burn (100 pound.) 2.00 "Even the rich had to live on the meagerest diet and to take into their menu things that till then only the trapper in the virgin forests was sup- posed to est. I leave It to you to im- agine what kind of meals were served In the small restaurants and boarding houses. "Moreover, everybody had to submit to the strictest orders. People stood in file before the butcher and baker shops to watt for their turns. Each household was furnished with a card from the municipality authorizing the bearer to buy a certain amount of meat and bread. The cook, the housewife, the young girl, the little child (men never go shopping In France), were posted for hours before the shops in rain and snow, with wet feet, shivering with cold. The unfortunate ones endured without a murmur these hardships. Women throughout the time of the stege were setting an example ot cour- age and self abnegation not always fol- lowed by men, "It was a sad Sail .f tspectacle. these long files of women, nearly all dressed In black, grouped before the doors of the dealers, watched by the national guard, with whom they at Brat were laughing and chatting, till the sufferings from the cold had silenced the laugh aud solnetimes brought forth the tears. "Ilut In spite of all precautions the stores one by one were exhausted, the provisions, put In tow late before the siege, were used nap, and. while the bit. hies, deprived of milk, died In great numbers or, fed on sweet wine and bread, pined slowly away, the big pen pie trial to Dud now resources to pro long their lives." A Hint to the Old Min. "I hope you appreciate the fact, sir, that in marrying my daughter you marry a large hearted and generous girl." "I do, sir," with emotion, "and I hope she inherits those qualities from her father." Expressive. One morning when little Edna's mamma came down to breakfast she was so hoarse she could scarcely speakOh, mamma," cried Edna, "what a sora voice you've gotr—Cblcago News. She Lost Her Shoo. While in Samoa Robert Louis Steven- son and his wife In a great measure did as the Romans did—that is to say, as the Samoans did. It was Louis' custom to ire abed late of a morning and spend tbe remainder of the time under a tree on the hill clad In light pajamas, the dress of the native Ka- aaka. With his wife it was the same. Stays were unknown to her and a curl- ing iron a dim recollection of a shady past It was while Stevenson and his wife were living at Apia, in Samoa, that Mr. Heywood was appointed con- sul there for this country. Shortly after his arrival in the country he ar- ranged for a reception to the English, German and American residents of the country that they might meet him in his official capacity and he them as "citizens of Samoa." Of course an in- vitation was sent Robert Louis Steven- son and his wife. Two days before the date of the function Mr. Heywoodwas surprised to receive a note from Mr. Stevenson sent by courier. The note read as follows: Mrs. Robert Louts Stevenson and Rob- ert Lours Stevenson accept Consul Hey - wood's invitation with pleasure and as- sure him that they will be present on the evening of the fid 1f by that Ume lent. Stevenson finds her other shoe. Ever thine, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. Generous Mrs. Crewe. A gambling story is told of Charles James Fox that rather reflects on his honor. He was one of the ardent ad- mirers of Mrs. Crewe, a noted beauty of her day, and it is related that a gen- tleman lost a considerable sum to this lady at play and, being obliged to leave town suddenly, gave Mr. Fox the money to pay her, begging him be apol- ogize to her for his not having paid the debt of honor 1n person. Fox lost every shilling of it before morning. Mrs. Crewe often met the supposed debtor afterward and, surprised that be never noticed the circumstances, at length delicately hinted the matter to him. "Bless mel" said he. "I paid the money to Mr. Fox three months ago." "Oh, did you, sir?' said Mrs. Crewe good naturedly, "Then probably be paid me, and I forgot it" Risky Revenge. Gaganini, `the wonderful violinist, had a narrow escape at Ferrara from a violent death. Enraged by some biasing from the pit, he resolved to avenge the insult, and at the close of bis pro- gramme informed the audience that he would imitate the language of redone animals. Atter having rendered the notes of different birds, the mewing of a cat, and the barking of a dog, be ad- vanced to the footlights. and. saying, "This is for those who hissed!" imitat- ed the braying of an ass. At this the occupants of the pet rose, rushed on to the stage and would probably have killed their caluminator had be not hastily retreated. et per Teas t■ Advance. ARTISTS' BLUNDERS. A Procession of Monks That Adam and Eve Enjoyed. Among the most amusing "breaks" by artists is a landscape by Turner in which a rainbow Is depicted behind the sun. This occasioned almost as much humorous comment In English art circles as did the slip of Constant, the great French artist, who in his portrait of Queen Victoria painted the ribbon of the Order of the Garter the wrong color. A picture of Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden hung in the gallery of the Gesu, in Lisbon, represents the drat couple as watching a procession of monks. In the famous galleries at ientwerp are certain pictures of old masters in which the jumble of ideas is as re- markable ns the technique is tine. In one picture of heaven the archangels are armed with bows and arrows, and in a celebrated painting of "The Mur- der of the Innocents" the massacre is represented as taking place in a city of Holland. The parents of the chil- dren are stout burghers, the Roman soldiers are Dutch policemen armed with muskets, and the Innocent infants are transformed into solid schoolboys in bulgy woolen trousers and jackets and hobnailed shoes. Ancient Fashion Jargon. The ..nguage of the fashion plate and the woman's paper is sufficiently appalling to the mere ran even in these days of emancipated and, we may presume, more grammatical wom- anhood; but, according to an extract from a fashion journal of 1787, the jar- gon of those days was even more as- tounding. This is how the paper de- scribed the dress of a certain Mlle. D. at the opera: "She appeared in a dress of 'stifled sighs,' ornamented with 'superfluous regrets,' the bodice cut 1n a 'perfect candor' point and trimmed with 'in- discreet t•omplaints.' Her hair was dressed in 'sustained sentiments,' with a headdress of 'sustained conquest,' ornamented with several 'flyaway.' and 'downcast eye' ribbons, and her collar was 'beggar on horseback' color." No doubt all these marvelous terms conveyed some meaning to the fash- ionable woman of the days when French society danced on the edge of the volcano of 1789, but to their de- scendants of today they have abso- lutely no meaning. Fixing His Status. A waiter spilled some soup on the clothing of a portly, cbolte'lc old gentle- man dining with bis wife in au up- town lobster palace the other night, whereupon the old gentleman jumped to his feet and, calling the tanager, bunt Into a tirade which ended with the somewhat anticllmatic charge that the wetter was "uo gentleman." "This man is oot supposed to be a gentleman," said the manager coldly. "He is merely a watt r." --New York Press. Warnings For the Wise. Extremely Prosperous. You know the first signpost on the Mrs.-Brown—Is your husband's bust- Great Main road? "When a woman nom growing? Mra. Smith- Ob. dear advertises that she is vletgooe, a man gamma mu be die Tsad is The First Hello Girl. They were seated around a table in a well known cafe, and the conver- sation bad turned upon the develop- ment of the flying machine and other fruits of the inventive genius of the day. "Tut, tut!" exclaimed a solemn faced, lantern jawed member of the party. "What of 1t? The old folks were not so slow. Look at the telephone, claim- ed as a modern invention. Why, say, It's the oldest on record." "You better see your doctor. What's the matter with you?' asked another. "Oh, I mean it," said the solemn faced man. "Telephone service dates back to the garden of Eden—that's where 1t originated. The garden's call was 2-8-1 Apple" Then be dodged tbe remnant ot a sandwich, reached for his hat and was gone,—New York Globe. The insufferable Anticipation. A young Scotch emigrant was brought before the magistrate of a Nova Scotia court, charged with hav- ing deserted his work on a certain farm without giving due notice to his employer. When asked what he had to say in his defense, he replied, "Weel, they gied me nout but brakeshaw to eat" Brakesbaw, it may be explained, is the flesh of animals which have died a natural death. "How was that?' asked the magistrate. "Weel, it was this way. Ye ken, the auld coo deed an' we ate 1t, the auld steg (gander) deed an' we ate it, the auld goo (sow) deed an' we ate it, the auld bubblejock deed an' we ate it Then the old wo- man deed—an' I lett"—Beliman. SOMNAMBULISM. Some of the Curious Things Done by Sleepwalkers. Many years ego an archbishop of Bordeaux attested the case of a young ecclesiastic who was in the habit of getting up during the night in a state of somnambulism and, taking pen, ink and paper, composing and writ- ing his sermons. When he finished one page he would read and correct it. In order to ascertain whether the som- nambulist made use of his eyes the archbishop held a piece of pasteboard under his chin to prevent his seeing the paper upon which he was writing, but he continued to write on without being In the least inconvenienced. It is related of Negretti, a sleepwalk. er, that be would sometimes carry a lighted candle, as 1f to give him light in his employment, but on a bottle being substituted he took it and carried It without apparently noticing the dif- ference. Another somnambulist would dress in his sleep and go to the cellar, where It was pitch dark, and draw wine from the cask without walking into anything and without spilling a drop of the wine, 'but it be happened to awake in the cellar be had great difficulty in groping his way out.—Exchange. Hindoo Confectionery. Like the American girls, Hindoo girls are passionately fond of sweet things. One of their candles, Badu, L very much ilke our plain sugar candy. It Is made of augar and milk and fla- vored with attar of roses. Buddhlka- bal, or hair of Buddha, Is one of their most popular sweetmeats. It is so called because it Lin tine, long strings Ilke vermicellL This is made of sugar and cream from buffalo's milk. which is exceedingly rich. A Queer Twist. The late Blsbop T. II. Dudley of Kentucky declared that be was indebt- ed to a mountaineer of that state for the most ungrammatical sentence be ever heard. This L it: "Them three Miss Blake are three of as pretty a gal u I ever see." Another Kind. When Johnny Hobbs left his home up among the New Hampshire bllls to visit his grandmother in Worcester, Mass., be was cautioned by Ws mother that he would find things in the city strangely different from those at home. Johnny arrived in the early after. noon, and long before tea time bis grandmother, who lived most simply, told him to run out to the pantry and get a bowl of milk which she had lett there "for a hungry boy." A moment later she followed him and, to her amazement, beheld her grandson bravely at work on a bowl of spearmint tea which she had forget- fully put in the place where she bad told him to find the milk. "Why, child," she cried, seizing the bowl from poor Johnny, "don't you know this isn't milk?" "I --I knew it wasn't like Hillbury milk," stammered Johnny, with a final gulp, "but I thought maybe it was the kind folks bad in Worcester." Beau Brummel Reprimanded. Beau Brummel once insolently re- plied to an invitation to take tea by remarking that he never "took" any- thing but physic. "Yes, you do," frowned his hostess; "you take liberties." Playful Otters. Otters are the most playful of ail the animals, romping, wrestling play- ing tug of war with a stick instead of a rope and sliding dowahfl on a slip- pery incline of mud which they make themselves. A Musical Spider. The extraordinary musical sensitive- ness of spiders has several times been proved. Every one has heard of Pel- lisson's spider. Consoler of the unfor- tunate prisoner, it perished because it listened too closely to the captives vio- lin. The jailer saw it and crushed it brutally. Gretry, the composer, speaks of a favorite spider which descended along its thread upon his piano as soon u he played it. When giving recitals at Brussels Rubinstein saw a large 'spider issue from the floor of the plat- form and listen to the music. He gave three concerts at the same hall, and on each occasion the spider appeared. —Paris Revue. Sailing Clubs. The first sailing club was probably tbe Cork Harbor Water club, now known as the Royal Cork Yacht club, established in the year 1720. The ves- sels were small, and from that period until early in the nineteenth century yachting developed but slowly. In 1812 the Cowes Yacht club was found- ed with some fifty -Ove yachtsmen. Since that date yachting associations have rapidly grown in numbers and strength all over Europe and America. —New York American. Squelched. Prosperous Young Actor (returning tired after a matinee and evening per- formance of successful play)—Ah, dear boys, I really think it's time all good actors were in bed. Grumpy Trage- dian (looking up from his paper)—They ars.—Life. One Cure, "I believe I'll rock the boat," de- clared the man In the stern. "Don't do it" advised his caravan- , . "It might discharge this unloaded, pistol I have In my jeans."—LonisvUie ournaL law. 'a