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1 I <br />• <br />too Ne`` <br />F 1 <br />IIE <br />HASTINGSG-1 A r zErf <br />VOL. L. ---NO. 35. <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. <br />01=1111.111.11101112' <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. <br />=11111 <br /><4> <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. <br />• <br />. — — <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, <br />