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<br />HASTINGS. {INN.. SATUR1)1Y. MAY 23, ,1908.
<br />WHEN BATHS WERE RARE.
<br />The Time When a Dandy Washed His
<br />Face Nearly Every Day.
<br />It will come as a shock to some read-
<br />ers to learn that one of the most seri-
<br />ons occupations of a fifteenth century
<br />wife was to protect her husband from
<br />fleas!
<br />Taking Into consideration, however,
<br />the horror with which the people of
<br />those days regarded cold water and
<br />clean clothes, It is not surprising to
<br />learn that the question of exterminat-
<br />ing these insects made life a burden.
<br />Cleanliness was not only looked upon
<br />es a dangerous custom, but a positive
<br />sin. The soul alone was regarded as
<br />of any importance, so that the neglect
<br />of the body became so much a virtue
<br />that a bath was only allowed in cases
<br />of illness. At any rate. water had uo
<br />place in the toilet of the grand mo-
<br />narque. His valet after pouring a flask
<br />containing spirits of wine over the
<br />hands of his tnajesty passed a comb
<br />through his hair, thus completing his
<br />toilet for the day.
<br />In the seventeenth century, however,
<br />cleanliness was carried to such an ex-
<br />cess that an English dandy was ex-
<br />pected to wash his face "nearly every
<br />day." So rapidly dld the custom spread
<br />that it was necessary to issue a solemn
<br />warning that the practice of using wa-
<br />ter for this purpose "Injures the eye-
<br />sight, engenders toothache and catarrh,
<br />renders the complexion colorless and
<br />makes the skin susceptible to cold in
<br />the winter and heat in the summer."
<br />Washing seems to have been more
<br />popular in the eighteenth century in
<br />France than in England, this in spite
<br />of the fact that water was forbidden
<br />in the fortner country.
<br />A lost art, according to M. Franklin
<br />in "La Civilite du XIII. au XIX, Ste-
<br />ele." is that of blowing one's nose. To-
<br />day it is a more or less perfunctory
<br />necessity, but In the seventeenth cen-
<br />tury it was an accomplishment One
<br />person imitated the blast of a trumpet,
<br />another the swearing of a cat. Possi-
<br />bly snuff taking, which was the fash-
<br />ionable habit of that day, had some-
<br />thing to do with its accomplishments,
<br />perfection In which consisted in mak-
<br />ing "neither too much nor too little
<br />noise."
<br />Another noteworthy fact on the eti-
<br />quette of those days is that nobody
<br />ever knocked at the door. The correct
<br />thing was to scratch softly with the
<br />nail of the finger, which the dandies
<br />of the day kept extremely long. Eti-
<br />quette was so right, in fact, that it is
<br />said that the Duchesse de Montpensler
<br />spent a quarter of her life in mental
<br />torture as to whether different indi-
<br />viduals admitted to her presence were
<br />entitled to sit on chairs with backs or
<br />only on stools.
<br />A Tart Answer.
<br />A. young and newly married couple
<br />were entertaining their friends, and
<br />among the guests was one whose con-
<br />tinued rudeness made him extremely
<br />objectionable to the rest of the com-
<br />pany. His conduct, although most un-
<br />bearable, was put up with for some
<br />time until at supper he held up on his
<br />fork a piece of tneat which had been
<br />served to [tint, and in a vein of intend-
<br />ed humor he looked round and re-
<br />marked:
<br />"Is this pig?"
<br />This immediately drew forth the re-
<br />mark from a quiet looking Individual
<br />sitting at the other end of the table:
<br />"Which end of the fork do you refer
<br />to?"—London Graphic.
<br />The Deacon and the Prayer.
<br />"I didn't like your prayer very much
<br />this morning," said a fault finding dea-
<br />con to his minister.
<br />"What was wrong with it?"
<br />"Well, In the first place it was too
<br />long. and then I thought it contained
<br />two or three expressions that were un-
<br />warranted."
<br />"I am very sorry it meets with your
<br />disapproval, deacon," the good mnn re-
<br />sponded, "but you must bear in mind
<br />that the prayer was not addressed to
<br />you."
<br />Fairies.
<br />The masses of Greeks and Romans
<br />and the rank and file of people
<br />thronghout the middle ages thoroughly
<br />believed In fairies, gnomes, etc. The
<br />child has no doubt about the existence
<br />of Santa Claus, Jack Frost and a lot
<br />of other strange personages, and when
<br />the mind of the race was in its child-
<br />hood state men were prepared to be as
<br />foolish In their beliefs as the little
<br />children are in all ages.—New York
<br />American.
<br />Didn't Bother Him.
<br />Railway Director—We have divided
<br />up the work so that each of the di-
<br />rectors has a fair share to do. Eng-
<br />' gins is secretary, 1 ant treasurer, and
<br />Spriggs is— Griggs—Why, Spriggs is
<br />so deaf that he cau't hear thunder.
<br />What does he do? Railway director—
<br />Oh, he listens to all the complaints!—
<br />London Mall
<br />A Triumph of Science.
<br />"I have been taking some moving
<br />pictures of life on your farm."
<br />"Did you ketch the hired man in
<br />motion?"
<br />"I think so."
<br />"Ah, science kin do anything these
<br />days!"—Loutsville Courier -Journal.
<br />A Popular Act.
<br />Mr. Grumpus—Here, dear, is $10, and
<br />It has bothered me a little to get it for
<br />you. I think I deserve a little applause.
<br />Mrs. G.—Applause? Yon deserve an
<br />encore, my dear.—Pathfinder.
<br />A Cult.
<br />"Pa, what's a cult?"
<br />"A craze in its Infancy."—Chicago
<br />Record -Herald.
<br />Complies with
<br />pure food lawS
<br />Of every state
<br />CALVET
<br />BAKING POWDER
<br />HEALTHCalumet is made ot tbe finest materials pos-
<br />sible to selectand makes light. easily digested
<br />Bread, Siamdts or Pastry; thcref c. 11 1, recom-
<br />mended by leading physicians and chemists.
<br />'ECONOMY In using Calmest you are &ware eszurelec:f,
<br />a Fnoni.Lit.ritnerti:4,etherefore,c.i .FTetch icsrepu t .npoin
<br />carnasi:inglt 9woiwIlekt: inagnY than any .0,',
<br />Baking Powder on the market and has more
<br />‚a' stgSV'J
<br />CALUMET tiznse°,1nrur.,.."7"dle:i
<br />the neutrahzation f
<br />the Ingredients Is absolutely perfect.
<br />Theretore,Calumtt leavesno Rochelle
<br />Salts or Mem In the food. It is
<br />chemically corset.
<br />$1,000.00
<br />given for any substance In-
<br />jurious to health found In
<br />Calumet
<br />CIGARETTES AND TEA.
<br />A Part of the Routine of Every Russian
<br />Business House.
<br />"You forget," 1 observed, "that Rus-
<br />sia Is the original home and habitat of
<br />the cigarette," says the Odessa corre-
<br />spondent of the London Standard.
<br />"The little paper tube of tobacco was,
<br />so to say, a national institution among
<br />the Russians, gentle and simple, long
<br />before It was seen between the lips of
<br />the Englishman and Frenchman."
<br />My friend, a British merchant, on
<br />his first visit to Russia, was being in-
<br />troduced to a local banking house. As
<br />the cashier momentarily laid aside his
<br />cigarette In .a convenient ash tray to
<br />attend to us my visitor looked amazed-
<br />ly around the spacious room, where
<br />here and there among the staff of six-
<br />ty clerks he saw the curling bine
<br />smoke of many cigarettes. The cash-
<br />ier proffered his cigarette case.
<br />"Well, do you know," said my
<br />friend, "it is not by any means our
<br />notion of business, and yet somehow
<br />It looks homely and agreeable, and
<br />none of these fellows appears to be
<br />lazing or shirking."
<br />Then came a further surprise for
<br />my companion. A neatly dressed
<br />waitress emerging from some lower
<br />region was passing behind the chief
<br />counter bearing a large tray on which
<br />were some ten or twelve glasses of
<br />tea, with the usual small dish of
<br />sliced lemon and silver fork, The tea
<br />was first distributed to the senior
<br />clerks in the various departments, and
<br />the waitress returned for further sup-
<br />plies for the rest of the staff. '
<br />"Also a Russian institution?" smil-
<br />ingly queried the London merchant
<br />"Exactly," I replied, "and the tea Is
<br />of the finest quality."
<br />From the bank we drove to the
<br />postoffice and telegraph station. In
<br />these plt.ces it is forbidden to the pub-
<br />lic to smoke, but behind the counters
<br />In every department the cigarette and
<br />tea were just as much in evidence as
<br />they were at the bank. The tea is al-
<br />ways supplied by the establishment,
<br />whatever it may be. The cigarettes
<br />the officials and clerks find them-
<br />selves.
<br />OUR FIRST PATENT.
<br />FOUGHT UNDER WATER.
<br />Last of the Spanish Fleet at the Bat-
<br />tle of Manila Bay.
<br />-What was It Ilke, that battle of Ma-
<br />nila Bay, do you Itsli?"
<br />The thunders of heaven would have
<br />been lost In its dln. It was fierce and
<br />fast, like the rolling of all the drums
<br />in the world or like bolts of heavy sail-
<br />cloth torn into shreds by the wind.
<br />What a picture it would make—that
<br />battle, the last of the Spanish fleet, the
<br />Don Antonio de Ciba. She fought,
<br />sinking a foot a minute! Gun after
<br />gun went under, affd when the last
<br />onset was made only her bow gun re-
<br />mained. Its crew, waist deep in water,
<br />fought as though victory was crown -
<br />Ing then]. It was theirs to fire the last
<br />gun upon that eventful day, and we
<br />cheered them as they sank.
<br />These are the things men will write
<br />about, but memory alone can paint a
<br />picture so terrible that the moon, that
<br />old night watch of the universe, hid
<br />behind friendly vapors that she might
<br />not see the embers of war as they
<br />glared through the portholes and spoil -
<br />sons of half sunken ships, while ever
<br />and anon exploding magazines would,
<br />tear the waters, and flames of yellow
<br />and red flaunt above all that was left
<br />of SpaIn's wreckage.
<br />Surely Wallington was a Solomon
<br />when he wrote, "Nothing except a bat-
<br />tle lost can be half so melancholy as a
<br />battle won."—St, Nicholas.
<br />AN AFRICAN RESCUE.
<br />Saved From a Great Army of Ravebous
<br />Driver Ants.
<br />In her "West African Studies" Mtss
<br />Kingsley tells this story about the fa-
<br />mous "driver" ants: "I was In a little
<br />village, and out of a but came the
<br />owner and his family and all the
<br />household parasites pellmell, leaving
<br />the drivers in possession, but the
<br />mother and father of the family, when
<br />they recovered from this unwonted
<br />burst of activity, showed such a lively
<br />concern and such unmistakable slams
<br />of anguish at having left something
<br />behind them In the hut that I thought
<br />, it must be the baby. 'In him far cor-
<br />ner for floorr shrieked tbe distracted
<br />parents, and into that -but I charged.
<br />'Too true! There in the corner lay
<br />the poor little thing, a mere Inert
<br />black mass, with hundreds of cruel
<br />drivers already swarmiag upon it. Tv
<br />seize it and give it to the distracted
<br />mother was, as the reporter would ray,
<br />`the work of an instant' She gave a
<br />cry of Joy and droppedit instantly
<br />into a water barrel, where her - hus-
<br />band held it down with a hoe, elute-
<br />kling contentedly. Shiver not.my friend,
<br />at the callousness, of the Ethiopian.
<br />That there thing wasn't an infant, It
<br />was a ham!"
<br />Granted at Boston In 1648 and Was
<br />Called a Monopoly.
<br />To the general coda of Massachu-
<br />setts belongs the honor of granting
<br />the first American patent. This was
<br />In 1648 and was then designated as a
<br />monopoly. It was confined, to the re-
<br />gion controlled by Massachusetts, and
<br />the one issue apparently included all
<br />the invention of the inventor connect-
<br />ed with engines that depended upon
<br />water for their motive power. The
<br />limit of the monopoly was fourteen
<br />years, and the court not only retained
<br />power to forbid exportation, but to
<br />prevent exorbitant charges upon the
<br />public for their use. The patent was
<br />issued In this form:
<br />"Jenkes Monopolye.—At a general'
<br />Courte at Boston the 6th of the 8th
<br />Mo 1048. The cor't consid'inge ye ne-
<br />cessity of raising such manifactures
<br />of engin of mils to go by water for
<br />speedy dispatch of much worke with
<br />few hands, and being sufficiently in-
<br />formed of ye ability of ye petition to
<br />peforme such workes grant his peti-
<br />tion (yet no Othr per sen shall set up
<br />or use any such new Invention, or
<br />trade for fourteen yearea without ye
<br />license of him the said Joseph Jenkee)
<br />so farr as concernes any 'such new in-
<br />vention, & so it shall be alwayes in ye
<br />powr of this co'te to restrain ye ex-
<br />portation of such manufactures & ye
<br />prizes of them to moderation if occa-
<br />sion so require."
<br />This inventor, Joseph Jenkes, or
<br />Jenks, as it would now be spelled,
<br />came from Hammersmith, England,
<br />settled in Lyuu in 1643 and died in
<br />1682-3, aged eighty-one. He was a
<br />blacksmith and machinist, made the
<br />dies for the coining of the "Pine
<br />Tree" money and built the first fire
<br />engine in this country, altogether a
<br />man of great inventive genius and the
<br />ancestor of a large number of descend-
<br />ants. One of his sons removed to
<br />Rhode Island, where he built several
<br />mills.
<br />A Poor Corner.
<br />When a girl puts a man off by say -
<br />Ing she will keep a little place In n
<br />corner of her heart for him be may be
<br />sure that it Is a corner for which she
<br />doesn't expect to have much use.—Chl-
<br />cago Record -Herald.
<br />Some Epigrams.
<br />Tom Hood cast epigrams at himself
<br />in the face of death. His wife was
<br />preparing a large mustard plaster to
<br />apply to his shrunken chest. "My
<br />dear," said Hood, "that's a terrible lot
<br />of mustard for a small piece of beef."
<br />Sir Walter Raleigh expressed him-
<br />self in a similar mood after he mount-
<br />ed the scaffold. Peeling the edge of
<br />the ax, he said to the executioner,
<br />"This is a sharp medichle, but it Is a
<br />cure for all diseases."
<br />An Italian nobleman, probably be-
<br />guiled by patent medicine advertiee-
<br />meats, left this inscription for his
<br />gravestone: "I was well, wanted to be
<br />better, took physic and died."
<br />Charlet) Knight suggested that "Good
<br />Knight" would be sufficient for bis
<br />memorial tablet,
<br />A brother Scot who did not sympa-
<br />tithe with his peccadillos in life, when
<br />asked to suggest an•appropriate epi-
<br />taph for Scotland's national poet, said,
<br />"His ain name's enough—Robert
<br />Burns."—Boston Poet
<br />Practical Sympathy.
<br />A gentleman was one day relating to
<br />a Quaker a tale of deep distress and
<br />concluded by saying:
<br />"I could not but feel for him."
<br />"Verily, friend," replied the Quaker,
<br />"thou dldst right in that thou Met
<br />feel for thy neighbor, but didst thou
<br />feel in the right place? Didet thou feel
<br />tu thy pocket?"
<br />Terrifying.
<br />"Work .never hurts anybody," said
<br />the lndustrious man.
<br />"No," answered Plodding Pete, "but
<br />It's most as bad to 1* scared u hurt."
<br />—Washington Star.
<br />MINNESOTA
<br />HISTORICAL
<br />SOCIETY,
<br />es per Year to Advaace. •
<br />A KINGS' CARRIAGE.
<br />Old Fashioned and Elaborate Vehicle
<br />Used In fingland.
<br />England's State carriage is one of the
<br />most costly and splindid In the world.
<br />It was built In 170 at a cost of $36.-
<br />000 on the occasion of the marriage of
<br />George III. and has ever since carried
<br />tbe English kings and queens on all
<br />high state occasions. Sir William
<br />Chambers designed the vehicle, which
<br />weighs four tons.
<br />Despite its many years' service Rs
<br />great wheels, gear and body are said
<br />to be as sound ns when built, and it
<br />looks as if it would go on forever.
<br />Steel springs were unknown when the
<br />coach was built and Its ponderous yet
<br />dainty, luxurious body la suspeuded on
<br />leather braces, not unlike those or the
<br />old Concord athgecoeclies of America
<br />Its balance Is so perfect that a touch
<br />of the tinWlnough to set the body
<br />swingirura- the big creaking straps
<br />which brace the carved and gilded tri-
<br />tons supporting the driver's seat and
<br />hammer cloth The length of the ve-
<br />hicle la twenty-four feet, and it is
<br />twelve feet high.
<br />The elaborate carvings cost more
<br />than the carriage proper, the conch
<br />builder's bill having been less than
<br />*9,000. while that of the carver was
<br />more than $10,000. Something of the
<br />character of the ornamentation may be
<br />guessed frorn the fact that the artist
<br />Cipriani received $1,500 for painting
<br />the panels and that the late maker's
<br />charge was about $4.000, the crimson
<br />satin interior of the carriage being
<br />most elaborately upoistered.
<br />The preparation of tho royal equipage
<br />for state occasions le a real sight. Six
<br />pairs of milk white horses from the
<br />royal stud are always need, and all
<br />wear false tails. 'rhe coachman, in
<br />powder and curls, mounts his seat with
<br />the aid of a ladder, but does not really
<br />drive, postilions on the horses and state
<br />grooms who walk beside them being in
<br />command of the team.—Philadelplala
<br />Pres&
<br />YOUNG COCOANUTS.
<br />The Trick of Opening Them as Prac-
<br />ticed by the Tahitians.
<br />"Husking a cocoanut is one of the
<br />simplest looking operations In the
<br />world, but I have not seen the white
<br />matt who could do It effectively,"
<br />writes Beatrice Grimshaw in her book,
<br />"In the Strange South Seas," Every
<br />native of Tahiti Is apparently born
<br />with the trick.
<br />A stick is sharply pointed at both
<br />ends, and-ene endli, firmly set in the
<br />ground. The nut IiPthen taken in the
<br />hands and struck with a hitting and
<br />tearing movement combined on the
<br />point of the stick, so as to split the
<br />thick, Intensely tough covering of
<br />dense coir fiber that protects the nut.
<br />The nut comes forth white as ivory,
<br />about the same shape and size as the
<br />brown old nuts that go by ship to
<br />England and America, but much
<br />younger and more tender, for only the
<br />smallest of the old nine, which are not
<br />wanted In the islands for copra mak-
<br />ing, are generally exported
<br />A large knife Is used to crack the
<br />top of the nut all around, like an egg-
<br />shell, and the drink Is ready, a draft
<br />of pure water, slightly sweet and just
<br />a little aerated, It' the nut has been
<br />plucked at the right stage.
<br />There Is no pleasanter or more re-
<br />freebing draft In the world, and it
<br />has not the least Ilkenms to the "milk"
<br />contained In the cocoanuts of com-
<br />merce. No native would drink from
<br />Old nets for fear of illness, as they
<br />are considered both unpleasant and
<br />unwholesome. Only the milk of half
<br />grown nuts is used for drinking, and
<br />even these will sometimes bold a cali-
<br />ph) of pints of liquid.
<br />The water of the young cocoanut is
<br />food and driuk In one, having much
<br />nourishing matter held In solution. On
<br />many a long day of hot and weary
<br />travel 1 had cause to bless the re-
<br />freshing and restoring powers of heav-
<br />en's best gift to man in the tropics, the
<br />never failing cocoanut
<br />Settled the Ownership.
<br />"There was a quaint old judge who
<br />used to live in the Pine Tree State,"
<br />said a lawyer. "One of his decisions
<br />gained him the title of the 'Maine Solo-
<br />mon.' Two women came before this
<br />magistrate with a fine, fat pullet, each
<br />declaring that it belonged to herself.
<br />The magistrate from his high seat
<br />frowned heavily at the first woman.
<br />'Does this pullet belong to Mrs. Jones?
<br />be asked her. 'No, indeed, It don't, sir,'
<br />she replied. Then he turned to the other
<br />woman. 'Does this pullet beloug to
<br />Mn, Smith? 'It certainly does not.'
<br />the second woman replied.
<br />" The pullet,' the magistrate then de-
<br />creed, 'does not belong to Mrs. Jones,
<br />nor does It belong to Mrs. Smith. The
<br />pullet Is mine. Janitor, take it round
<br />to the house and give it to my cook.'"
<br />A Great Change.
<br />Firgt Gentleman (entering the apart-
<br />ment of second gentleman)—About a
<br />year ago you challenged me to fight a
<br />duel. Second Gentleman (sternly) --1
<br />did, air. First Gentleman—And I told
<br />you that I had just got married and I
<br />did not care to risk my life at any
<br />hasard. Second Gentleman (haughtily)
<br />—I remember, sir. First Gentleman
<br />(bittarly)—Well, my feelings have
<br />chanimd. Any time you want to fight
<br />let me know.—Human Life.
<br />Beneficial Exercise.
<br />"Are you taking any exercise for
<br />your health?' asked the wolf of the
<br />fox.
<br />"Oh. yes, ' responded the latter, "and
<br />I am improving rapidly! I am taking
<br />part in an amateur country club fox
<br />hent."—Baltimore A.merican.
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<br />1
<br />Economizes the use of flour, but-
<br />ter and eggs; makes the biscuit,
<br />cake and pastry more appetiz-
<br />ing, nutritious and wholesome.
<br />0
<br />0
<br />1
<br />ABSOLUTELY PURE
<br />This is the only baking
<br />powder made from Royal
<br />Grape Cream of Tartar.
<br />It Has No Substitute
<br />Then are Alum and Phosphate ot time mixtures sold at
<br />a lower price, but no housekeeper regarding the beeltb
<br />el bar Molly can afford to use them.
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<br />MAYFLOWE:i TEAPOTS.
<br />A Warring That Msy Prove of Value
<br />to Reno Hunters.
<br />It may be mooted that no lineal de-
<br />scendent of the pilgrims would and
<br />no other person foolishly should ever
<br />claim to have or to have seen a teapot
<br />that had come over on the Mayflower.
<br />Whatever other articles in whatever
<br />number may be treasured as parts ot
<br />the sacred cargo that was landed at
<br />Plymouth rock In 1020, relic hunters
<br />may rest in the assurance that no rival
<br />owns a teapot of Mayflower descent.
<br />The explanation is simple. When tho
<br />Mayflower sailed for America an ounce
<br />of tea was xare enough to have made
<br />up a fitting gift for royalty. Yet forty
<br />years later the wealthy and fashion-
<br />able people of England were fairly fa -
<br />miller with tea which the East India
<br />company had first brought into the
<br />country, and four years Inter It was
<br />on sale in the coffee bungee, at which
<br />time a pound might tarpurchased for
<br />the moderate sum of 00 Millings.
<br />Only twenty -that years Inter tea was
<br />on sale In Boston, end soon after there
<br />were two ten houses besides those kept
<br />by Mule) Vernon and Benjamin Har-
<br />ris. In the first decade of the eight-
<br />eenth century It could he bought from
<br />Zabdill Bolton at his apothecary shop.
<br />Today the coffee houses of a hundred
<br />years ago in London are In reality tea
<br />houses. In England were made the
<br />first teapots of pottery. Later the
<br />most delicate creations In porcelain ap-
<br />peared, but as tea became popular the
<br />art of the teapot milker was less ex-
<br />clusively refined.—Boston Globe.
<br />DARING BELL RINGERS.
<br />Pranks of the Athletic Young Span-
<br />iards of Seville.
<br />There Is a curious custom among the
<br />young Spaniards of the city of Seville.
<br />On certain fete days, minted a tourist,
<br />the young men of the place have per-
<br />mission to ring the bells In the clock
<br />towers of the cathedral. They have nn
<br />ingenious and original way of ringing
<br />them. While the regular bell ringers
<br />repose these amateurs climb up on to
<br />the bells, throw them forwnrd with all
<br />their force and ride upon the bells in
<br />their furious swinging to and fro. We
<br />may imagine what an uproar is pro-
<br />duced when all the bells of 0/cathedral
<br />are being treated in this manner. Any
<br />man who is able may exercise his skill,
<br />and the duration of the ringing de-
<br />pends upon the caprice or the strength
<br />and patience of the ringers.
<br />The spectacle is very strange of the
<br />great bells swinging, with one, two or
<br />more bold ringers hanging from them
<br />in any attitude which seems to them
<br />best adapted to pushing out the most
<br />noise. In the Giralda, at Seville, the
<br />first time I witnessed this, the clamor
<br />was frightful. When I looked up I
<br />thought at first some unfortunate was
<br />entangled in the hell rope, but I soon
<br />found it was a matter of sport. An-
<br />other ringer appeared suspended in the
<br />air, holding the bell by the ears or the
<br />rim or the wooden framework and fol-
<br />lowing it in all its movements, some-
<br />times feet, sometimes head. downward.
<br />Such are the daring bell ringers of Se-
<br />ville.
<br />Kilts as Targets.
<br />Admiral Lanabton at a certain high-
<br />land society dinner told the following
<br />tale: When the Gordon highlanders
<br />were in Ladysmith the order came tbat
<br />officers were net to weer their words.
<br />This order was soon supplemented by
<br />another, by whkh all highland regi-
<br />ments were commanded to cover their
<br />kilts up, as it was thought that they
<br />served too well as targets for tho ene-
<br />my. Sir George White knew that such
<br />an order would not be popular. At last
<br />he thought of a way out of the diM-
<br />culty. "Let them corer the fronts of
<br />the kilts up," be said. "The eaemy will
<br />never see the other side."—Londos
<br />Opinion.
<br />BASEBALL UMPIRES.
<br />1
<br />Kicking on Their Decisions Is as Old
<br />as the Game.
<br />Much has been said and written
<br />about the habit that ball players have.
<br />and apparently cannot break them-
<br />selves of entirely, of disputing deci-
<br />along of the umpire. The practice dates
<br />back for many years. As far back as
<br />1860 In an account of a game between
<br />the famous Atlantics of Brooklyn and
<br />the Excelsiors there appeared the fol-
<br />lowing:
<br />'We hope to see the boys' play of dis-
<br />puting over the decision of umpires en-
<br />tirely done away with."
<br />Many -years have passed since that
<br />was written, and the players still dis-
<br />pute what In sotne quarters It Is ar-
<br />gued should be the sacred decisions of
<br />the judges of play. Nowadays the best
<br />umpires in the game make allowance
<br />for the state of mind a player Is In
<br />while engaged In a close contest.
<br />The following extract is from a New
<br />York paper printed In 1807:
<br />"Kelly says that Peek's dummy bas
<br />created quite an excitement on Ann
<br />street. Dm -seed in a full baseball rig.
<br />he looks quite natty. Scofield of the
<br />Haymakers did think about bringing
<br />the figure over to the Union grounds
<br />to act as umpire in the Haymakers-
<br />Eckford game yesterday, but a young
<br />man named Monell was found who an-
<br />awered nearly as well."—New York
<br />Tribune.
<br />MEPHISTO'S RING.
<br />A Jewel That Bears a Deadly Reputa-
<br />tion In Spain. -
<br />It seed's strange to read in these
<br />days of a ring which is believed t
<br />have .an evil iufluence over its owner
<br />and which Is known as "Mephieto's
<br />ring"
<br />Yet such a ring exists and until re-
<br />cent years was In possession of the
<br />Spanish royal family. The ring is set
<br />vsith, a very large emerald, in the cot-
<br />ter of which is inserted a ruby.
<br />It is first heard of in the sixteenth
<br />century, since when tho kings who
<br />owned it have suffered disasters uniku-
<br />ited, while the whole country has grad-
<br />ually sunk from its former eminent po
<br />sition.
<br />When the late libmano-Americau
<br />war broke out the ring WM) presented
<br />to a church. The sacred building short-
<br />ly after was destroyed by fire.
<br />The next resting place of the ring
<br />was a museum, which was twice
<br />struck by lightning while holding the
<br />111 omened jewel.
<br />The fatal ring has now, it le said,
<br />been packed bn a strong box and se-
<br />curely burled. It remains to be seen
<br />whether this will finally put an end
<br />to its "mystic" power. — Pearson's
<br />Weekly.
<br />They Must Bs Hardy.
<br />An official of the department of agal
<br />culture referred at a dinner in Wash•
<br />ington to the amateur florists who
<br />spring tip In the suburbs every spring
<br />by thousands.
<br />"More florists perhaps than flowers
<br />spring up," he said.
<br />"In a seed shop one day I heard one
<br />of these amateurs complain about the
<br />bet batch of seeds be had bought. Aft-
<br />er be had ended his complaint he be
<br />-
<br />gen to ask floral questions.
<br />" 'Oh, by the way,' he said, 'what is
<br />a hardy rose?
<br />"'It is one,' growled the dialer, 'that
<br />doesn't mind your wife pulling it up
<br />by the roots every day to see if It has
<br />"
<br />),
<br />begun to grow yet.'
<br />WANTED THEIR GOATS.
<br />ACu:i•:cia Adventure Among the Na-
<br />tives cf Africa.
<br />Mrs, Constance l.arywore, author of
<br />"A Resident's Wife In Nigeria," re-
<br />count* this curioue adventure in Afri-
<br />ea: '"rhe sahib. us from ineradicable
<br />Indian habit 1 still commonly call my
<br />husband, had ;roue out at sunset after
<br />deer. and during Ills absence the entire
<br />population of the village came stream-
<br />ing up the hill to the rest house, all
<br />talking lewdly and at once and evident-
<br />ly under the influence of strong excite-
<br />ment. 1 was by that time well accus-
<br />tomed to creating a Sensation when-
<br />ever I appeared. no white woman hav-
<br />ing beeu seen previously, but these
<br />people struck Inc as having more than
<br />sato/Mons In their minds and on their
<br />clamoring tongues. 1 had been six
<br />weeks In the country. My knowledge of
<br />Hausa was confined to salutations and
<br />a few simple words, so I summoned
<br />our Interpreter to help me to entertain
<br />my visitors.
<br />"They chattered. shouted and gestic-
<br />ulated at Paul. who eventually explain-
<br />ed to me smilingly that they had never
<br />seen a white woman before and were
<br />anxious to offer me a personal wel-
<br />come. 1 nodded and smiled In high
<br />gratification, tbarked them cordially
<br />and when I had exhausted my small
<br />stock of polite salutations told the in-
<br />terpreter to give them leave to go
<br />home. This they did, somewhat re-
<br />luctantly. I thought, but after describ-
<br />ing the...Interview with some atnese-
<br />ment to the sahib I dismissed the mat-
<br />ter front my mind.
<br />"Six weeks later we passed through
<br />LUkpa again on our way back to Loko-
<br />ja and found It deserted—not a man,
<br />woman or child, not a goat, not a fowl
<br />—all gone, obviously fled into the bush.
<br />I felt distinctly hurt at this churlish
<br />behavior on the pnrt of my late admir-
<br />ers and learned long afterward that on
<br />our first visit our precious interpreter
<br />and others of our party had seized and
<br />killed every goat and fowl in the vil-
<br />lage. The wretched owners had rush-
<br />ed up to the rest house to complain,
<br />and all they got was 'Thank your
<br />"I tun not ashamed to confess that I
<br />cried when I mkde that discovery. The
<br />lesson, however, went home to us both
<br />and drove us to work ceaselessly at
<br />the Hausa language, knowing there
<br />could be no security for ourselves or
<br />justice for the people until we could be
<br />independent of dishonest interpret*.
<br />tion."
<br />AN INDIAN ATTACK.
<br />One In Which Custer and a New York
<br />Broker Were Mixed Up.
<br />Charles Osborn, a New York broker,
<br />and General Custer were intimate
<br />friends, and Osborn annually visited
<br />the general at his camp on the plains.
<br />During one of the Indian campaigns
<br />he invited Osborn and a party of
<br />friends to Kansai and after giving
<br />them a buffalo hunt arranged a novel
<br />experience In the way of an Indian
<br />scare. As Osborn was lying bn his tent
<br />one night firing was beard at the out-
<br />posts and the rapid riding of pickets.
<br />"Boots and saddles!" was the order in
<br />the disturbed atmosphere of the night,
<br />and Custer appeared to Osborn loaded
<br />with rifle, two revolvers, a saber and
<br />a scalping knife.
<br />"Charles," he said in his quick, nerv-
<br />ous wny, "you must defend yourself.
<br />Sitting Bull and Ilea In Your Boots,
<br />With Wiggle Tall Jim and Scalp Lock
<br />Skowbehan, are on us in force, I did
<br />not want to alarm you before, but the
<br />safety of my command is my first
<br />duty. Things look serious. If we don't
<br />meet again, God bless you!"
<br />The broker fell OD his knees. "Cus-
<br />ter," he cried, "only get me out of this!
<br />I'll carry a million shares of Western
<br />Union for you and let you into the firm
<br />to get me home! Only save me!"
<br />But Custer was gone, and the camp
<br />by shrewd arrangement burst into a
<br />blaze, and idiots, oaths and warwhoops
<br />were intermixed until suddenly a paint-
<br />ed object loomed on Osborn's sight
<br />and somethiug was fiung into his face
<br />—a human scalp. He dropped to the
<br />ground rind said the Lord's Prayer
<br />backward and sideways until the noise
<br />died away and there was exposed a
<br />lighted supper table with this explana-
<br />tion on a transparency:
<br />"Osborn's Treat!"
<br />A Strong Maid.
<br />A cooking expert tells this story:
<br />"Only the other night, dining with
<br />ome friends of mine, I saw a maid
<br />en
<br />drop d break a superb platter that
<br />contained two roast canvasback ducks.
<br />Our host did not permit this accident
<br />to ruffle him. While we waited for
<br />some other course to be substituted for
<br />the lust one be said: "Ton must excuse
<br />that maid. These accidents happen al-
<br />most daily with ber. I think it is a
<br />disease. She was, I believe, a dairy-
<br />maid origthally, but she had to aban-
<br />don that occupation on account of her
<br />inability to handle the cows without
<br />breaking their horns.'"
<br />Beware the French "Tabac."
<br />A suggestion: If you ere c smoker
<br />and are going to tour France take your
<br />own tobacco and pipe or cigars, for no
<br />American can smoke the "tabac" sold
<br />tit Frnnce. Cigars are unobtainable
<br />0
<br />utaide the large cities, and the -smok-
<br />ing tobacco is of international quality—
<br />ou smoke it In one country and smell
<br />t in another.—Outing Magazine.
<br />Capital.
<br />"Let me illustrate the difference be-
<br />tween capital and labor," said the rich
<br />uncle to the impecunious nephew.
<br />'Suppose I give you CZ"—
<br />"That's capital." replied the nephew,
<br />extending his band for the money.—
<br />London Telegraph.
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<br />The Hustler.
<br />"Do you believe that alt things come
<br />to him who waits?"
<br />"They may start for him, but usu-
<br />ally some man who hustles overtakes
<br />them before they get to the man who
<br />Waita."—Ilouston Post,
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