The Catch of
<br />the Season.
<br />By CECILY ALLEN.
<br />Copyright, 1017, by 11. C' Yarcells.
<br />"Wint, if you don't sit down a
<br />quiet you'll be overboard in a m
<br />I've warned you two or three
<br />now, and I'm through."
<br />"Talk about being quiet," said
<br />"You have clacked incessantly, 1
<br />sitting hen, ever since I threw my
<br />line. No wonder we don't get a b
<br />\Vint Miller turned around to to
<br />his friend ,lack Barnes, lighting
<br />' pipe meanwhile.
<br />"All right, you clumsy old thin
<br />know what i'nt talking about," grl
<br />Jack. "You mute about in this
<br />row -boat as if it was an ocean g
<br />steamer. Look to your line there
<br />Wint turned suddenly at the met
<br />of the long awaited bite. Plums
<br />might be, but lack lined his chum
<br />because he was clumsy and alw
<br />needed his help.' The turn was f
<br />Wint lost his balance, his foot slit
<br />on the wet bottom of the boat,
<br />backward he trent for a cold and
<br />expected dip. Fortunately the w
<br />was only five feet deep, and W
<br />head appeared above the water i
<br />second. pipe in mouth and the tire
<br />going.
<br />"Curses on you, Jack Barnes!
<br />did that purposely. and you'll pay
<br />this," gWrowled int as he tried
<br />climb aboard.
<br />Jack's convulsions of laughter
<br />not help matters much, and when
<br />did stop for a moment it was only
<br />heap coals of tire upon 1Yiut's
<br />head.
<br />"My fault! Well. I like that, -
<br />old landlubber. I told you to k
<br />quiet, but you knew it all. Now
<br />day's fishing is spoiled, and I can s
<br />home aril nurse you. Climb *bot
<br />and let's get home before you dere
<br />the measles or whooping , ough."
<br />It was a very sullen pair that
<br />locked the door of their fishing lint
<br />hour later. taint was shivering, a
<br />Jack was muttering under his brea
<br />They hunted in vain for dry clothes,
<br />they hard come down only fur a day
<br />two to rough it. Jack turned to I
<br />friend with a helpless expression.
<br />"Wint, there's only one thing to d
<br />We'll have to pack up and go over
<br />Uncle 1fill's and sec if they will to
<br />you in. You're sneezing your heal o
<br />now, and by morning you'll probab
<br />have a nue ease of pneumonia. I ha
<br />to do i1, for Aunt Fanny doesn't a
<br />prove of 010 or m' friends either f
<br />that matter." added Jack.
<br />Again the pair started ori and tval
<br />ed through the woods to a pretty litt
<br />cottage set in among the pines. AuFanny Beal suet theta fist the pore
<br />She was a woman who 1101d her Lea
<br />high at all times, but just now
<br />— seemed to be straighter than ever.
<br />"So it's you. is it?" she said as Jac
<br />extended his hand. "Who is this pe
<br />son with you?" she added as sh
<br />glanced at the figure of Wint, covere
<br />with red stud and hatless.
<br />"Oh. I say. Aunt fanny, be eas
<br />We've hadan arrident. This is m
<br />best fours,!• Mr. Winthrop Miller. II
<br />fell overboard, and we've come o00
<br />to see if you wou't take us in for th
<br />night u£ttil his clothes get dry
<br />Where's Uncle Will? he'll under-
<br />stand."
<br />"Four uncle is iu town, and Belle
<br />and I are alone. Blood is blood, and
<br />you cannot ,levy your own. I'll take
<br />you in for your mother's 05110.'' whined
<br />Aunt F:tttny as she opened the door in
<br />anything but a welcome manner.
<br />"Never mind about Inc. Aunt Fan-
<br />ny•" cheerily answered Jack as he saw
<br />the door open for them. 'But Wint
<br />must get tiry. He's caught a dreadful
<br />col(!, I fear."
<br />"He doesn't look exactly frail," sug-
<br />gested Mrs. Beal as she glanced at
<br />Wlnt's somewhat ample proportions.
<br />"However. c._nne in and go up to your
<br />uncle's room. I suppose you will leave
<br />this evening. You knots we have no
<br />spare room." she added lest they
<br />should avail themselves of a night's
<br />lodging.
<br />Wint did not leave that evening nor
<br />for many, many evenings thereafter.
<br />At 5 o'clock that afternoon the doctor
<br />was sent for. He looke4.tt the flush-
<br />ed cheeks and the parched tongue.
<br />He listened to the wheezing breath as
<br />it came so hard and shook his head',
<br />"We must have a nurse at once.
<br />Mrs. Beal. The man Is very sick. He
<br />must have care or he will die. I will
<br />send a nurse and will call again later.
<br />Good afternoon," and the doctor was
<br />gone.
<br />For weeks Wint hovered between
<br />life and the great beyond. No one en-
<br />tered the room but the nurse, the. doc-
<br />tor and Isabelle Ileal, Jack's cousin.
<br />She relieved t nurse, and sometimes
<br />even the doctor would call her in to
<br />give a few directions. Jack cattledown every day or jwo, but never was
<br />allowed to see his chum. Slowly the
<br />big man made his light, slowly his
<br />eyes lost the glassy look, and finally
<br />—the day came when the nurse was no
<br />longerVneeded. Isabelle could manage
<br />with Jack's help at night.
<br />"I say, nurse," said Wint one day as
<br />Isabelle sat reading to him, "I'm glad
<br />that other nurse beat it. I like you
<br />better."
<br />"But you know I'm not really a
<br />nurse at all, Mr. Miller," said Isabelle
<br />as she blushed at the inferred compli-
<br />ment. "I'nt Jack's cousin—Aunt Fan.
<br />ny's daughter, you understand. But I
<br />love Jack, and I'll do anything for his
<br />friends," and she began to read again.
<br />"Don't let's read any more," said
<br />Wint. "Just let's talk. I don't care
<br />whether you're a really truly nurse or
<br />not. I—I like you 'cause you're you,
<br />and maybe when your mother sees me
<br />dressed like a white man she won't
<br />think I'm suck a terror. I certainly
<br />did look like a day laborer out o .a
<br />job the afternoon I landed on the fr
<br />porch."
<br />"I know," said Isabelle as she laugh-
<br />ed heartily and Laid down the book.
<br />"It must have been so funny. Moth-
<br />er's terribly proper, you know."
<br />nd he
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<br />Beal was gradually won over to
<br />enemy's camp. Every one who kn
<br />Wint Miller loved him—loved him d
<br />spite his careless, hapless ways, for h
<br />kindly spirit and other things, b
<br />mostly because he was he. In the da
<br />that followed he had many nurses,
<br />all the family took turns wheeling hi
<br />across the roots so that he might ba
<br />in the sunlight, but his happiest hou
<br />were when Isabelle was in charge.
<br />One afternoon as she patted the p
<br />lows at the back of his chair and le
<br />a glass of milk at his elbow he caug
<br />the hand that had brought so man
<br />comforts to hint during his illness.
<br />"Won't you stay a little longer, Mb
<br />Nightingale?" he pleaded as he hel
<br />tightly to the hand. "I'm so lonely 1
<br />the twilight. Wait until Jack come
<br />He's due in a few minutes now if tis
<br />train isn't late—please,"
<br />"You old silly," said Isabelle as sh
<br />sat on the window ledge with th
<br />shadows encircling her.
<br />"I wish you knew more about me,
<br />said Mut. "I wish you would as
<br />some of the fellows if I'm not a deceit
<br />sort. You see, I've something to say t
<br />you, but I can't until you know m
<br />better. It would be like taking an un
<br />fair advantage."
<br />"Oh, but I know all about you al
<br />ready," she said gayly, "Jack and
<br />talk about you all the time."
<br />He reached out and pulled her a lit
<br />tie closer.
<br />"I'm a clumsy old thing, as Jack al-
<br />ways says, but there's nothing very
<br />had about me, and I don't play this
<br />sick trick very ofteu. You wouldn't
<br />care for a life job of nursing, would
<br />you?" He was holding the hand very
<br />tightly now as she looked up at him
<br />and said coyly:
<br />"Ask me, why don't you?"
<br />His arms were not very strong as
<br />yet, but both of them went around the
<br />girl as he drew her to his lips.
<br />"Sweetheart," he whispered.
<br />"Well, I'll be hanged, What Moller,
<br />uone of that," sang out Jack as he
<br />stood in the (loorway, grip in hand, as
<br />he herd hurried from the train. "1
<br />brought you Clown here to fish, not to
<br />teal all the preserves on the family
<br />,l::ntation."
<br />"Yes, Jack," said Wint as fie reached
<br />out one free baud. "You brought me
<br />down to fish, and I'm the champion,
<br />for here in my arms is the catch of the
<br />season, the best ever."
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<br />Saving the Bait.
<br />"Fishing,^' said a man who lives near
<br />us. "Why, I went fishing in Scotland
<br />and caught the biggest string of eels
<br />you can imagine.
<br />"There is the tandem eel that you
<br />have all heard of. When they go down
<br />or up the stream from their quarters
<br />for the winter or summer they go in
<br />single tile, one behind the other, like
<br />the primeval man. They leave exact-
<br />ly six Inches of space between their
<br />noses and the tall of the eel in front.
<br />When an eel sees that the fellow ahead
<br />is lengthening this space, he spring's
<br />forward and, seizing the tall of the of-
<br />fender in his mouth, pulls him back
<br />into place. I dropped my hook down
<br />right In front of a string of tandem
<br />eels, and the bait was accepted, and I
<br />jerked out the eel. The one behind,
<br />seeing that the fellow ahead was run-
<br />ning away, obeyed his instructions and
<br />seized his tail to pull him back, and so
<br />did the one behind, and so on to the
<br />last one, and I pulled them out band
<br />over hand till I had a great mass of
<br />slippery eels about me."—Strand Mag-
<br />azine.
<br />Our First War Vessels.
<br />The outbreak of the Revolutionary
<br />war found the patriots without a navy.
<br />Congress had to create one. Four mer-
<br />chantmen were first purchased, hastily
<br />equipped with guns and sent to sea as
<br />cruisers, but their defects as war Wes-
<br />sels soon became so apparent that con-
<br />gress determined at once to set about
<br />the building of a navy. On Oct. 3,
<br />1775, congress ordered two cruisers
<br />built, and on Dec. 13 the order was in-
<br />creased to five thirty-two gun ships,
<br />fire twenty-eight gun ships and three
<br />twenty-four gun ships. They were to
<br />be ready for the sea by the following
<br />April. The names given to the thirteen
<br />vessels were Boston, Congress, Effing-
<br />ham, Delaware, Hancock, Montgomery,
<br />Providence, Raleigh, Trumbull, Vir-
<br />ginia, Warren, Washington and Ran-
<br />dolph. These were the first war ves-
<br />sels constructed in the United States.
<br />The first commander in chief was Eze-
<br />kiel Hopkins of Rhode Island, a young
<br />brother of Congressman Stephen Hop-
<br />kins. He was appointed to this high
<br />office on Dec. 22, 1775.
<br />Dickens and Thackeray.
<br />In Mr. Layard's book, "A Great
<br />l'unch Editor," is given Sbirley
<br />Brooks' remetnbrance of Thackeray:
<br />"What delightful English he wrote!
<br />He knew this and was proud and said
<br />that Dickens might be a great moral-
<br />ist, but that he was the best gramma-
<br />rian." Now, the curious thing, ob-
<br />serves the London Chronicle, is that
<br />Thackeray was a very shaky gramma-
<br />rian and that the pages of "Penden-
<br />nis" abound in weak collocations and
<br />constructions, whereas the self edu-
<br />cated Dickens was an almost infallible
<br />grammarian. Not in his work shall
<br />we find the unrelated and irresponsible
<br />"and which" or the split infinitive or
<br />anything of the kind. The vulgarism
<br />of "aggravate" for "irritate," very com-
<br />mon with him, but by no means pe-
<br />culiar to him, was nearly his only
<br />verbal crime.
<br />Seemed Incomprehensible.
<br />Mrs. Somer—What delicately con-
<br />structed things these big steamships
<br />are! Mr. Somer— Why do you say
<br />that? Mrs. Somer—Just think of the
<br />breaking of a screw disabling the
<br />whole ship.—Philadelphia North Amer-
<br />ican.
<br />Poor Jones!
<br />Missionary—Can you give me any
<br />information about Deacon Jones, who
<br />labored among your people three years
<br />ago? Cannibal—Well, the last I heard
<br />about him he had gone Into consump-
<br />tion.—Judge,
<br />A Spanish proverb declares that "a
<br />papelitos (a paper cigar), a glass of
<br />clear water and a kiss from a pretty
<br />girt will sustain a man for a whole
<br />d a t
<br />Y.
<br />DUPLEX ELEVATORS.
<br />New System Permit* Express and
<br />Local Cars to Run In Same Shaft.
<br />An invention which, it Is asserted,
<br />will revolutionize elevator service in
<br />skyscraper buildings, causlug a saving
<br />of space worth from $50,000 to $250,-
<br />000 a year In augmented rents and
<br />doubling the efficiency of the average
<br />elevator plant, will be installed soon
<br />by Architect Jarvis Hunt in several of
<br />the largest office structures in Chicago
<br />and New York.
<br />The key to the invention is the oper-
<br />ation of two elevators in one shaft
<br />says the New York Herald, With the
<br />practical devices to be used as equip-
<br />ments for the cars the running of two
<br />elevators In one shaft appears to be
<br />just/as sate as the running of one ele-
<br />vator car at present in the great sky-
<br />scraper buildings of the world's most
<br />progressive eines.
<br />"We will take, for example, a build -
<br />lug of twenty stories," said Mr, hunt.
<br />In expiate' his invention. "The ex-
<br />press els • Is nt the first floor:load.
<br />lug; the ',oil elevator directly under-
<br />neath It in the basement, not loaded.
<br />As soon as the express or upper eleva-
<br />tor is loaded it leaves and makes its
<br />first stop at the tenth story. Mean-
<br />while as soon as the express elevator
<br />has (left the first floor the elevator
<br />from the basement comes up to the
<br />first floor and is loaded, and it leaves
<br />the first floor at the same time the ex-
<br />press elevator leaves the tenth. Now
<br />they both travel up ten floors and
<br />serve locally; then both travel down
<br />ten floors, serving locally. The posi-
<br />tions then are express elevator at tenth
<br />floor, local at first. While the express
<br />elevator is descending from the tenth
<br />floor to the first the local elevator un-
<br />loads at the first floor and drops into
<br />the basement; then the express eleva-
<br />tor unloads at the first. and the same
<br />process Is repeated. .
<br />"The upper elevator is newer delay-
<br />sd. The lower elevator Is only delayed
<br />while the upper elevator is loading o►
<br />unloading, which In a two minute
<br />,chedule would be about fourteen sec-
<br />onds."
<br />PURE AIR A NECESSITY.
<br />Simple Test With a Lamp Shows Dan-
<br />ger of Poor Ventilation.
<br />The oxygen of the air is ns much
<br />fuel to the flame as the oil in the lamp,
<br />and pure air is as necessary a fodi, for
<br />the body ns the foal eaten. The fact
<br />that lack of oxygen preportionately ef-
<br />fects both to the same degree has led
<br />Professor F. H. King of the University
<br />of 'Wisconsin to conduct a simple ex -
<br />pertinent with n gntvanized iron box
<br />and an oil lamp to show bow poorly
<br />the flame burns in a badly ventilated
<br />chs m Ler.
<br />The box was provided with circular
<br />windows which could be opened to any
<br />HOW LACK OF OXYGEN AFFECTS FLAME.
<br />degree welshed. With all windows open
<br />and the ventilator in place the lamp
<br />burned steadily at the normal size
<br />shown by the line marked No. 1. As
<br />gradually the ventilation was shut off
<br />and the movement of air stopped the
<br />flame began to dim until it had the
<br />dimension shown by No. 4. With
<br />screens placed on all the windows only
<br />oxygen enough found its way Into the
<br />box to barely keep the flame alight, as
<br />shown by No. 5.
<br />"Too few people realize the fact that
<br />the volume of air we breathe each day
<br />outweighs twofold the combined
<br />weight of • dry and liquid foods we
<br />co ume, -aye Professor King.
<br />Thread From Paper.
<br />Reference has been made to the
<br />manufacture of paper ynru and paper
<br />clothing in Germany. Now those Inde-
<br />fatigable people are making thread
<br />from the same material, The thread
<br />is reported to be similar in texture to
<br />cotton or silk and possessing great
<br />strength. No details of the methal of
<br />production are vouchsafed, but the
<br />thread is said to be suitable for a va-
<br />riety of purposes, being impervious to
<br />damp and noninflammable. it is claim-
<br />ed that the thread can be made at a
<br />cost of 90 per cent below that of linen
<br />and some 60 per cent less than that of
<br />cotton. As will be seen, this would
<br />make the manufacture of paper thread
<br />very profitable if it could be brought
<br />into general use.
<br />Protection For Miners.
<br />Workers in certain mines, as well as
<br />in glass and mirror factories, are sub-
<br />ject to injurious effects from the in-
<br />halation of mercury vapors. An Ital.
<br />Ian savant, Signor Tarugl, believes that
<br />the property of aluminium to absorb
<br />mercuric vapors may be utilized for
<br />protection agains this anger, and he
<br />has devised for the rpose a mask of
<br />aluminium wire to be worn over the
<br />face. Ills idea is that the air breathed
<br />will be freed from the injurious vapors
<br />through their absorption by the alu-
<br />minium.
<br />Readings Pig's Tail.
<br />"Don't buy that pig," said the older
<br />botcher hastily.
<br />"Why not?" asked the younger man.
<br />"Look at his tall," was the reply,
<br />"See how loose it hangs, like the tail
<br />of a rat. That Is a sign that the'anl-
<br />mal is in bad health.
<br />"You can rend a pig's condition by
<br />its tail. The tighter it is curled the
<br />litter is the pig. And when the tall
<br />hangs straight, as this one does, the
<br />pig ought to take to his bed and setnd
<br />for the veterinary." — New Orleans
<br />Times -Democrat
<br />Cute Kid.
<br />"But, Willie," said the bad boy's
<br />mother, "didn't your conscience tell
<br />you you were doing wrong?"
<br />"Yee'm," replied Willie, "but, you
<br />know, you told me not to believe ev-
<br />erything I hear."—Houston Post.
<br />H. Always Remembered,
<br />A smile lurked at the corners of Mrs.
<br />Lombard's mouth as she Itetened to
<br />the plaint of the school friend whom
<br />she had not seen for more than ten
<br />years. "I'm afraid, dear," she said,
<br />"you'll have to reconstruct some of
<br />your plans. You see,'I married a for-
<br />getful man too."
<br />"Why, you told me not ten minutes
<br />ago that your husband had never yet
<br />forgotten your birthday or your wed-
<br />ding anniversary," cried her friend,
<br />"and you told me you'd been married
<br />nearly eleven years! That's ever since
<br />the year after father took us all
<br />abroad,"
<br />"Yes" said Mrs. Lombard demurely,
<br />"I have. That's a long time, isn't it?
<br />But, you see, one thing was in my ta-
<br />vor—I was born on the Fourth of
<br />July. Mr. Lombard couldn't very well
<br />forget the national holiday. And u
<br />soon as I'd found out how forgetful he
<br />was I decided to be married on an-
<br />other holiday.
<br />"I suppose as you were abroad you
<br />didn't realize that the date of my wed-
<br />ding was unusual—people aren't often
<br />married on the 22d of February, I
<br />think. But, you see, by a little ju-
<br />dicious planning I've been saved the
<br />necessity of reminding him about our
<br />anniversary,"—Youth's Companion.
<br />Sweetly Thoughtful.
<br />The De Jones back lawn was a lawn
<br />in name only. It was really an arld
<br />desert—bald, so to speak—and in dry
<br />weather 11 was always as dusty u a
<br />motor track. To the astonishment of
<br />Mrs. De Smythe, who lived next door,
<br />she one day saw her devoted husband
<br />turning the garden hose upon the De
<br />Jones' "lawn."
<br />"Well, I never!" she exclaimed. "i'm
<br />sure I wouldn't trouble to lay the dust
<br />in the De Jones' back yard. John, es-
<br />pecially as they are such n hateful lot
<br />of gossips. Small thanks you'll get for
<br />your trouble anyway."
<br />Hubby turned to his better halt with
<br />a smile which told of mixed pleasure
<br />and vindictiveness,
<br />"That's all right, my dear. Tbetr
<br />darling little Fido was washed snow
<br />white this morning. Now he's out
<br />there rolling about like a barrel and
<br />rubbing the mud well Into his fleecy
<br />cont. Trust your husband, my sweet,
<br />for real. unadulterated thoughtful.
<br />tress!"—London Scraps.
<br />Women and "Sport."
<br />When a big shoot takes place In the
<br />coverts near one of our country houses
<br />the occasion is made a sort of society
<br />gathering. The ladles of the house
<br />party grace it with their presence, and
<br />other ladles of the neighborhood are
<br />glad to be allowed the honor of such
<br />company. Thus a large and fashion-
<br />able party assembles, and while each
<br />beat is in progress the girls and wom-
<br />en try to look on unmoved while a
<br />wounded hare kicks and squeals upon
<br />the ground for minutes which seem in-
<br />terminable to the sensitive onlooker
<br />until the beat Is over and the dogs are
<br />loosed to finish off the cripples. And,
<br />though the hare's piteous shrieking
<br />makes Its case seem the worst, the
<br />mere mbling over and over of a
<br />wound bird Is a shocking eight to
<br />see as he time paries and no one goes
<br />forwa to release It of its' life.—Lon-
<br />don Mall.
<br />Dodging Thirteen.
<br />"When I lived in New York," writes
<br />a former New' Yorker from Berlin,
<br />"there was a house near Central park
<br />which should have borne the number
<br />13, but because of the superstition of
<br />the occupant permission was secured
<br />to place the number Ila or 15a over
<br />the door. I spoke of the circumstance
<br />a few days ago and learned that the
<br />thirteen superstition was more clearly
<br />marked here. In the instance men-
<br />tioned by me an individual was con-
<br />cerned. Here it was the most impor-
<br />tant corporation in Wiesbaden, There
<br />is no No. 13 bathroom in any of the
<br />bathhouses, no No. 13 room in any ho-
<br />tel and no No. 13 place at any table
<br />d'bote. At Langeiischwalbach the baths,
<br />under government control, also have
<br />bath cells No. 12a where they should
<br />be numbered 13."—New York Tribune,
<br />A Worthy Antagonist
<br />"Did. you visit any of the old caves
<br />when you were up in Scotland?" Jor-
<br />kins was asked by a friend.
<br />"Yes," replied Jorkina reminiscently,
<br />Mnd, by gum. we bad to forcibly pull
<br />arla out of one cave."
<br />"Good gracious! She was fascinated
<br />by its beauty, I suppose."
<br />"No. it wasn't beauty. You see, there
<br />is a wonderful echo In the cave, and
<br />Maria couldn't bear to think of the
<br />echo baying the last word."—Liverpool
<br />Mercury.
<br />For Poetical Reasons.
<br />"Perchance," culled the amiable wid-
<br />ow, "come here!"
<br />The little lapdog trotted meekly up.
<br />"Surely that Is n strange name for a
<br />dogr' exclaimed the gentleman visitor.
<br />"What made you pante him Per-
<br />chance?"
<br />"I am so fond of poetry!" explained
<br />the lady lucidly,
<br />"Madam. forgive ute. but 1 fail to
<br />see the applicability."
<br />"Why. silly man." exclaimed the
<br />merry widow. "1 named 1t atter By-
<br />ron's dog! Dunt you reuieniber where
<br />he says. 'Perchance my dog will
<br />howl?'"
<br />What He Knew.
<br />Master—if your friend were to bor-
<br />row 12 shiblhtgc froth you, agreeing to
<br />pay 1 sblllit;g n mouth, how much
<br />would he owe at the enol of the year?
<br />Pupil—Twelve rid Mugs.
<br />You don't tbnow the elements of
<br />arithmetic,"
<br />"But I know •ny friend."—London
<br />Scraps.
<br />Got the Cart Before the Horse,
<br />Bleb Uncle John—Ah, is this one of
<br />your children? Agitated Mother—Yes,
<br />Uncle John, that's our tittle Johnnie.
<br />Kiss your uncle, dear, and then go
<br />and wash your face.—Cleveland Plain
<br />Dealer,
<br />A Distinction With a Differenom.
<br />Editor—You see, a story has to be
<br />just so to get In our magazine, Author
<br />—Well, wbat'e the matter with this
<br />one of mine? Editor—It's only sows—
<br />Puck',
<br />A FEAT IN PHOTOGRAPHY.
<br />Daring Descent to Get a View of an
<br />Osprey's Neat.
<br />Now commenced my work, and I de-
<br />scended on my rope to terrace after
<br />terrace, forcing my way through thick
<br />rows of prickly pear, a most painful
<br />operation. And now we found that
<br />there was nobody below to signal us
<br />where the nest fay. The inevitable re-
<br />sult was that after descending more
<br />than 100 feet 1 had to signal to be
<br />hauled up again, elven)* through the
<br />Wieldy pear. Agabn did t descend,
<br />and again did 1 fall to find the nest
<br />Oa the third occasion I reached a re-
<br />cess in the great cliff, whence, after
<br />unbending my rope and securing it to
<br />a bush for obvious mesons, 1 made a
<br />cant along a ledge to the south and
<br />reached n point which I Identified as
<br />being not far from the nest as seen
<br />from below. So 1 retraced my steps
<br />and, regaining my rope, was hauled
<br />up for a third time. During this op-
<br />eration I passed a ledge where a pere-
<br />grine falcon was nesting. The old
<br />female swept close around with shrill
<br />cries and eventually alighted ou the
<br />sandy shelf of rock within a few feet
<br />of me and, with outspread wings and
<br />every feather standing on end, low-
<br />ered her head and screamed furiously.
<br />I have no doubt I was close to her
<br />young, but 1 had more serious work in
<br />band, and so I left her alone.
<br />I now made my fourth and last
<br />descent and found myself immediate-
<br />ly o-er the nest, but before 1 could go
<br />down to it the party handling the rope
<br />had to work their way down toward
<br />me, since the rope was too short. Fi-
<br />nally 1 reached the neat, au euormous
<br />mass of big sticks measuring more
<br />than five feet across and doubtless the
<br />result of many years' work, In it were
<br />two eggs much incubated, By stand -
<br />tag on a ledge close to the nest and
<br />pressing the camera between my body
<br />and the face of the slid" I was able to
<br />take some long time ezpoeutes with
<br />fairly good results- It was near sun-
<br />set, and the cliff Was !n deep shadow,
<br />which did not facilitate my task. Be-
<br />tween the ahaly nature of the cliff, the
<br />slippery terraces covered with loose
<br />soil and stones 111nr1 the detestable
<br />prickly pears 1 never had a more un-
<br />pleasant or arduous task on a cliff be-
<br />fore. But I have lived to endure worse
<br />experiences, although not so painfully
<br />protracted as were these.
<br />My very curt entry in my diary sum-
<br />marises the whole job thug; "Bad shale
<br />cliffs, vertical and dangeroms. Height
<br />over sea, 180 feet, Top of cliff, 310
<br />feet. The worst bit of rope work I
<br />ever did."
<br />With regard to the prickly pears, It
<br />was many months before the last of
<br />the poisonous spines 1 had collected in
<br />various parte of my itody consented to
<br />come out, and then only after first fes-
<br />tering.—London Saturday Review,
<br />Disinterested Profusion/1i Advice.
<br />"Bring me that beefsteak potpie"—
<br />rYassah," said the dining ear waiter,
<br />listening near by.
<br />"And bring me some of there French
<br />peu"—
<br />"Yassab; but boar, maybe you all
<br />don't know dey's French peas fn dat
<br />pie."
<br />"No, I didn't Thanks, George, And
<br />—ah—and—ah, then bring me some po-
<br />tatoes,"
<br />"Yassah, boss; but maybe you all
<br />didn't know dey's Wein, too, in dat
<br />pie,"
<br />"No, I didn't, Thanks again, George.
<br />It's mighty nice of you to keep me
<br />from buying a lot of stuff I wouldn't,
<br />want."
<br />"Yasuh, Ab reckon it's mahty nice o'
<br />me t' do dat, boss. Ah's seen so many,
<br />m -a -n -y people—nice gee metre, lak you
<br />all—waste money to' veg'tables dat
<br />might jus' as well 'a' been handed
<br />over to th' watteh, Yaisaah, Ah sho'
<br />has."—Judge.
<br />Bacteria in Sutter.
<br />'Bacteriologists have shown us that
<br />ordinary butter is swarming with
<br />germs," declares Good Health. "A sin-
<br />gle teaspoonful of milk generally con-
<br />tains from 2,000,000 to 10,000,000 germs.
<br />The number may even be much larger
<br />than this. In the removal of cream
<br />from the milk the germs are taken with
<br />it, and in the process of churning the
<br />germs are collected with the fat, so In
<br />the butter we have the concentration
<br />of a large part of the germs contained
<br />in the milk from which the butter was
<br />derived. So in a pound of butter de-
<br />rived from twenty pints of milk the
<br />number of bacteria must be almost be-
<br />yond estimate. A brief computation
<br />will show that the number of bacteria
<br />contained in a pound of butter might
<br />easily reach the enormous sum of five
<br />to ten billions." ,C
<br />A Touch of Vanity.
<br />On Nov. 26—St. Catherine's day—
<br />French girls who have passed tbetr
<br />twenty-fifth birthday and are unmar-
<br />ried wear a little cap made of fine mus-
<br />lin, the rymbol of maldhood- As the
<br />day approaches the millinery shops
<br />*bow these caps in great quantities,
<br />and their manufacture by young girls
<br />ie always accompanied by jokes at the
<br />expense of old melds; but, strange to
<br />relate, these caps, because they are be-
<br />coming to all, are worn on St Cather-
<br />ine's day by young girls as well as by
<br />old maids.
<br />Where It Doesn't Apply.
<br />"Slow and sure," remarked the man
<br />with the quotation habit, "is a good
<br />motto."
<br />"But." protested the thoughtful
<br />thinker, "there is one tlitng that can
<br />never be slow and sure."
<br />"What's that?" queried the quotation
<br />dispenser.
<br />"A watch," replied the t t.—Kansas
<br />City Independent
<br />Lack Right Qualittaa.,
<br />Mrs. Hix—Mrs. June Strikes me as
<br />being entirely too maseullne for a wo-
<br />a tan. Mrs, Dix—Yes, Indeed, Wby,
<br />every time she has an ache or pain
<br />she makes as much Cuss about it as a
<br />man would.—Smith's Weekly.
<br />Retrenching.
<br />"I tell you, they are retrenching,"
<br />"But they stilt have their auto."
<br />"Which they run well within the
<br />speed limit Ball"—Louisville Courier -
<br />Journal.
<br />LEE AND M'CLELLAN.
<br />An Incident of the First Meeting of
<br />• the Two Soldiers,
<br />The first meeting between General
<br />George B. McClellan and General Rob-
<br />ert .Lee hlu pe country.'Mexico during
<br />the war
<br />was a lieutenant of engirs, McClellan
<br />was a major on the staff of (General
<br />Winfield Scott.
<br />One day McClellan was wa►klug
<br />across a geld when he saw feneral
<br />Scott and his staff approaching on
<br />horseback. As they drew near Ma-
<br />jor Lee reined up his horse and asked
<br />the lieutenant if he did not know
<br />that be was disobeying orders. Ills
<br />tone was sharp and angry. McClellan
<br />answered that he was not aware of
<br />any disobedience and asked for an ex-
<br />planation. Lee replied that all oUicers
<br />had been told to remain In their quar-
<br />ters, awaiting orders, and asked for
<br />the lieutenant's name.
<br />McClellan gave his name and said
<br />that no order of that kind had reached
<br />him. But Lee In a peremptory tone
<br />ordered him to go to his quarters and
<br />remain there. Then he rode off and
<br />rejoined General Scott and the staff,
<br />who had not stopped. McClellan went
<br />to his quarters, as he had been directed
<br />to do, but was quite indignant at the
<br />way in which Lee had treated him, for
<br />he had not knowingly committed a
<br />breach of discipline.
<br />He had just finished telling his broth-
<br />er officers the incident when be wait
<br />informed that an officer was outside
<br />the tent asklug for him. On going out
<br />be was much surprised to see Major
<br />Lee, who saluted bim with respell,
<br />"Lieutenant McClellan," the major
<br />said, "I am afraid that I was not cour-
<br />teous in my manner to you, a little
<br />while ago, and 1 hare called to apol-
<br />ogize."
<br />"I assured him that it was all right,"
<br />said General McClellan In telling the
<br />story, "and he rode off after making
<br />a low bow, leaving me 1n admiration
<br />of a superior officer who so promptly
<br />and generously repaired an error."—
<br />Chicago News. •
<br />AN AERIAL HORROR.
<br />The Very Dreadful Thing That Stroh -
<br />Schneider Did,
<br />A group of aeronauts were tatting
<br />aeronautics.
<br />"Did you ever hear of Strohschnel-
<br />der?' said a German, "He did a dread-
<br />ful thing once. I'll tell you about it
<br />"Strohschneider appeared in a cer-
<br />tain village and advertised 'that he
<br />would take the landlord of the village
<br />inn up with him on a trapeze hanging
<br />from the car of his balloon,
<br />"Though the landlord's wife made a
<br />kick and the authorities, upholding
<br />her, forbade the man to accompany
<br />Strohschnelder, the landlord eat In
<br />state on the trapeze beside the famous
<br />aeronaut when the ascension began.
<br />"But those nearest to him noticed
<br />that he was paler than a ghost and
<br />that his arm was thrown around Stroh•
<br />schnelder's neck as if In terror. And,
<br />noting these things, the people nodded
<br />ominously to one another,
<br />"Up and up went the balloon, and
<br />now a murmur of horror arose among
<br />the multitude. The aeronaut and the
<br />landlord were quarreling; they were
<br />fighting. High up there in the clouds,
<br />perched on the swaying trapeze, they
<br />struggled, thumped, kicked.
<br />"Suddenly the aeronaut, in a mad
<br />burst of rage, seized the landlord by
<br />the throat, thrust him backward and
<br />flung him into space- Down the poor
<br />fellow dropped like a stone, turning
<br />over and ower. He alighted on his
<br />head.
<br />"The people, mad with horror and
<br />rage, rushed to the spot. And there, to
<br />their amazement, stood the landlord,
<br />laughing heartily. The figure that had
<br />fallen was a manikin dressed up in his
<br />clothes.
<br />"And this," the speaker concluded,
<br />"is the only practical joke that has
<br />ever been played from a balloon,"—
<br />New Orleans Times -Democrat
<br />He who changes the sports is se-
<br />cretly changing the manners of the
<br />young.—Plato.
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<br />Perlis of Crimeilne.
<br />The dangers of the historic crinoline
<br />are illustrated by a story told by Lady
<br />Dorothy Nevill in her "Reminiscences."
<br />Going too near fisc fireplace, her volts -
<br />inhume skirt caught fire, and in an
<br />instant she was in a blaze. There
<br />were no men present, and the women
<br />could not help her, because it they
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<br />Fortunately Lady Dorothy had suffi-
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<br />A Judge of Land.
<br />Proud Father—Welcome back to the
<br />old farm, my boy. So you got through
<br />college all rfe. F'armer's Son—Yes,
<br />father, Proud Father—Ye know, I told
<br />ye to study up chemistry and things,
<br />so you'd know best what to do with
<br />different kinds of land. What do you
<br />think of that flat medder there, for in-
<br />stance? Farmer's Son—Cracky, what
<br />a place for a ball game!—Sanaa Qtly
<br />Independent
<br />Pity the Poor Welf.
<br />"Why is It," asked the fox, "that you
<br />always look so gaunt?"
<br />"Oh," replied the wolf, 'ICs all due
<br />to the business I'm in, I always have
<br />to keep away from the door until
<br />there's nothing left in the house to
<br />flet:."—Catholic Standard and Times.
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<br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT.
<br />State of Minnesota, oounty of Dakota.—es. la
<br />prohate court.
<br />In the matter of the estate of Samuel Harsh,
<br />decedent,
<br />The state of Minnesota to Sarah Jane Harsh,
<br />Samuel A. Harsh, Nettie Harsh. John W.
<br />Cary, Walter E. Cary, and all persons
<br />interested In the anal account and dis-
<br />tribution of the estate of said decedent: The
<br />representatihaving-aledvtnthithe
<br />court bit anaabove l account of
<br />the adminietratlou of the estate of raid decedent,
<br />together with his petlt.on pro bng for the
<br />adjustment and allowance of said anal account
<br />and for distribution of the residue of said
<br />resew to the persons thereunto entitled. There-
<br />fore, you, and each of you, are hereby cited and
<br />required to show cause, if any you have, before
<br />this court, at the probate court room In the
<br />courthouse. In the city of Hastings, In the
<br />counSia day of Februaof ry. state
<br />908, at Mten o'clock an. the
<br />,
<br />why said petition should not be granted.
<br />%(fitnss, Lha udge of said court, and the seal
<br />of said court. this 10th day of JaquaryJ,1808.
<br />Ifk'tonveSxar.)
<br />THOS. P. MORAN,
<br />18Probate Judge.
<br />1k . HJw DsKav, Attorney for Petitioner,
<br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT.
<br />State of Minnesota, county of Dakota --aa. l■
<br />prob*te urt.
<br />to she matter of the estate of Harriet
<br />ltarbaraa, deoedent
<br />The state of Minnesota to Alma Bran-
<br />deabcurger, Julia Barba -as, and *1l per-
<br />sons interested to a allowance and
<br />probate of the will of said lent. The peti-
<br />tion of Julia Barbaro bel duly Sled to
<br />this court, representing that Harriet Bae•
<br />bane, then a resident of the /comity et
<br />Dakota, state of Mlon:mote, died on the lgf.b
<br />daof Decemtb,er, a. d. 1907, leaving a last will
<br />teswith mid petitiowhich
<br />, andpprayy(ng this
<br />lit
<br />•Irunrnt be allowed as the last wtll and testa-
<br />ment of said decedent, and that letters of
<br />administration with the will annexed of the
<br />estate of said deceased be Issued thereon to her.
<br />Now, therefore, you, and each of you, are hereby
<br />cited and required to show cause, if any you
<br />here. before this court, at the .pprobate court
<br />roams In the courthouse, in Hastings, oosnty
<br />of Dakota, state or Minnesota, ontbe 6th day
<br />of February, 1908, at ten o'clock a, m., why the
<br />prayer of said petition should sot be granted,
<br />11 funs,, the Honorable Tha, P. Moran, lodge
<br />0r said court, and the seal of said court, this
<br />9th day of January, 1908.
<br />!those Ssu b THOS. P. MORAN,
<br />ie9w• Judge of Probate,
<br />W. H. OItu*T, Attorney for Petitioner,
<br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT.
<br />._
<br />State of Minnesota, oolmoty of Dakota,—es. In
<br />probate 00511,
<br />ie the matter of the estate of Walter R.
<br />Cary, decedent.
<br />Letters of admintstration this day having been
<br />graned fatA. ofhadintoo prreobyd it sidadmadministrator
<br />that there aro no debts against said estate.
<br />it is ordered that the time within which all
<br />creditors of the above named decedent may
<br />present claim. against his estate to this court,
<br />be. and the same hereby Is. limited to three
<br />months from and after the date hereof: and that
<br />Tuesday, the Ixth day of May, 1908, at ten
<br />o'clock a. m., to the probate court room, at the
<br />oonrthouse at Hastings, in said county, be, and
<br />the same hereby is axed and appointed as the
<br />time and place for hearing upon and the es-
<br />atntnatlon.Adjustment, end allowance of ascii
<br />oatfnt'al—shall be presented within the time
<br />ar6i'ea*id
<br />.
<br />int uoUoe hereof be Riven by the publication
<br />of Ibis order In The Hastings Gazette as provld•
<br />ed by law.
<br />i1sted January 10th, 1908.
<br />Iry the court THO8. P. MORAN,
<br />(L. S) 1a -8w Judge of Probate.
<br />N. H. D*Kar, Attorney for Representative.
<br />tee
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