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0 <br />THE HAST1NGS <br />UTE. <br />SCC <br />VOL. L. ---NO. 36. <br />HASTINGS. MINK SATURDAY. MAY 30, 1908.. <br />es per Tear in Advance. <br />A SPANISH TRICK. <br />Th. Incident Which Moved England to <br />Turn Drake Loose. <br />The relations between which Drake's <br />raid into the south sea had for a <br />time threatened with open rupture had <br />greatly improved—at least in outward <br />appearance—and in 1585, under spe- <br />cial promises of immunity from mo- <br />lestation on religious or other grounds, <br />Philip had invited to his ports a fleet <br />of English corn ships in order to sup- <br />ply the deficiency of his own ham ests. <br />No sooner, however, had the English <br />ships arrived than au embargo was <br />laid upon them and their crews ar- <br />rested. <br />One ship, the famous Primrose of <br />London, managed to escape. While <br />lying off Bilbao quietly discharging her <br />cargo she bad been visited by the cor- <br />regidor of Biscay and his guard dis- <br />guised as merchants. Suddenly called <br />upon to surrender, the crew dung them- <br />selves upon the Spaniards, drove them <br />all overboard and made sail. Some of <br />the discomfited Spaniards as the shore <br />boats tied were seen clinging to the <br />English vessel. These were humane- <br />ly rescued and carried in triumph back <br />to England, and among them was the <br />corregldor himself. Upon him were <br />found his official instructions, setting <br />forth expressly that the embargo was <br />ordered for the purposes of the expe- <br />dition which Philip was preparing <br />against the English. This was enough <br />for the queen and the powerful pub- <br />lic opinion of commercial circles in <br />London, which had obstinately clung <br />to pacific relations with Spain. A re- <br />taliatory embargo was proclaimed, let- <br />ters of general reprisal were issued, <br />and Drake was let loose.—From Publi- <br />cation of Navy Records Society. <br />A PORTO RICAN CUSTOM. <br />Prayers For the Dying Reoited In the <br />Public Streets. <br />"A few evenings ago while we were <br />at dinner in our hotel," writes an <br />American author visiting in Porto Rico, <br />"we heard the tinkling of a small bell <br />just outside the hotel doors. Instantly <br />Salvador, the waiter, stopped in the <br />little bustling run with which he waits <br />on the guests, hurriedly procured a <br />candle, lighted it and carried it out on <br />the balcony. Almost as soon as that <br />candle was on the balcony railing we <br />three Americans were beside it, ques- <br />tioning Salvador, for we were sure <br />something unusual was going on. <br />"We saw a procession of many peo- <br />ple, led by two priests, coming'doWn <br />the street, each person bearing in his <br />hand a lighted candle. They stopped <br />in front of a house facing the hotel, <br />and Salvador told us that somebody <br />was dying there and they were pray- <br />ing for his soul. Up and down the <br />street as far as we could see on every <br />balcony railing was burning either a <br />candle or a kerosene lamp. <br />"From the absorbed interest of the <br />people gathered In front of open doors <br />and windows of tbe afflicted house the <br />sufferer was apparently trying to dis <br />in full view of the spectators. <br />"Presently the bell began to ring <br />again, the procession formed once <br />more, and they all moved up the street, <br />• Salvador telling us in explanation that <br />there was a second person dying and <br />they were now going to pray for him." <br />—Exchange. <br />A Slight Deduction. <br />In Mrs. Lapham's family circle her <br />powers of reasoning were accounted <br />most remarkable and convincing. Out- <br />side the family her ability to convince <br />was not so marked. <br />"See here," she said without releas- <br />ing the ten cent piece for which the <br />conductor of the trolley car had gone <br />to her side, "I've only brought Willy <br />with me. He's Aght, so I've got to pay <br />his fare. I've left Myra, that's four, <br />and Neddy, that's two, at home. Now, <br />you wouldn't have charged me for <br />them, would your' <br />• "No, madam," said the conductor. <br />'Tour fare, please?' <br />"Well, they'd have taken one seat," <br />persisted Mrs. Lapham, still retaining <br />her hold on the ten cent piece. "I <br />couldn't have held 'em both. I thought <br />of bringing them, only 'twas foo far. <br />Now, why can't you take off something <br />from Willy under the CirCUMStallCeer <br />—Youth's Companion. <br />In Buying Perfumes. <br />"If you give her perfumery for her <br />birthday," said the druggist, "give with <br />discretion. Find out first the effect of <br />perfumes on the system. <br />"Heliotrope is a bad scent for any <br />but the boisterous and gay. It is de- <br />pressing. It often causes the neuras- <br />thenic to weep. Would it suit her? <br />"Musk is a powerful stimulant, a <br />good thing for those with weak hearts. <br />• How is she that way? <br />"Stephanotis creates languor. If she <br />is lazy, then avoid it. <br />"Violet is the best perfume. It ele- <br />vates the mind. It spurs to deeds of <br />braveryrof sacrifice. It creates beauti- <br />ful thoughts. Get her violet, my boy." <br />—Exchange. <br />The Commutable Cook. <br />"My wife and I are keeping house in <br />the suburbs this year." <br />"What does the transportation cost <br />you?" <br />"Well, let's see. We bought three <br />commutation tickets at"— <br />. "Three! Who uses the third?" <br />"That's for the cook. I take one out <br />every night, and she leaves the next <br />morning."—Brooklyn Llte. <br />The good man prolomm his Ste. -To <br />be able to enjoy one's past lite is to <br />A Fowl That Won a Battle. <br />A singular story is told of a gallant <br />cock whose moral influence at a cit- <br />ies! moment during the battle of <br />Vincent helped to save a Brttlah man- <br />of-war from the hands of the enemy. <br />The fowl .in question formed part of <br />the live stock of the Marlborough, a <br />vessel which had suffered so severely <br />that her captain was considering the <br />advisability of striking his fang. The <br />ship was entirely dismasted, whlle the <br />chief officers had been carried below <br />severely wounded, and the crew, with- <br />out anybody to cheer them up. were <br />beginning to grow sullen under the <br />heavy fire of the enemy, to which they <br />were hardly able to respond. At this <br />emergency a shot struck the coop iu <br />which the fowls were confined. The <br />only surviving occupant, a cock, find- <br />ing himself nt liberty, fluttered up <br />and perched himself on the stump of <br />the mainmast an surveyed the scene <br />of carnage. around Mm. Then, gapping <br />his wings In defiance, he began to crow <br />vociferously. He was answered by <br />three hearty and exhilarating cheers <br />from the crew, who all bad a good <br />laugh and, with spirits thus renewed, <br />continued the action with a vigor that <br />lasted until a turn in the battle res- <br />cued them from their tight position.- <br />London Chronicle. <br />Cigar Smoke. <br />The stale smell of cigar smoke is <br />peculiarly unpleasant and peculiarly <br />difficult to get rid of. It clings to the <br />curtains and to most of the articles of <br />furniture which present any sort of an <br />absorbent surface. It is not so to the <br />same extent with cigarettes or with <br />pipes. In the case even of a tingle <br />cigar books. papers and textiles- reek <br />of its stale flavor, and the room re- <br />quires abundant airing before that fla- <br />vor is completely eliminated. This ef- <br />fect, we are told, may be traced to the <br />fact that a cigar produces pungent <br />aromatic oils in greater abwuilance <br />than a cigarette or a pipe. With the <br />cigarette oils are probably burnt even <br />if they are formed, while in the pipe <br />they condense in the stem. In the. <br />cigar they seem to be chiefly discarded <br />into the air. In the form of a cigar <br />tobacco would appear to produce more <br />olis than in the form of a cigarette <br />or when burnt in a pipe. --London Lan- <br />cet. <br />Perry's Big Guns. <br />Commodore Perry had not yet elec- <br />trified a grateful nation with his im- <br />mortal message, 'We have met the en- <br />emy, and they are ouri." While the <br />battle was in progress the sound of <br />the guns was heard at Cleveland, <br />about sixty miles away in a direct line <br />over the water. The few settlers there <br />were expecting the battle and listened <br />with intense Interest. Finally the <br />sounds ceased. They waited for a re- <br />newal. None came; the lull was pain- <br />ful. Then they knew the battle was <br />over; but the result—ah, that was the <br />point. One old fellow, who had been <br />lying flat with his ear to the ground, <br />soon settled that point Springing up, <br />be elaPPed his hands and shouted: <br />"Thank God! They are whipped! <br />They are whipped!" <br />"How do you know?" the others in - <br />"Heard the big guns last!" <br />Perry's guns were the heaviest <br />Turning a Tight Screw. <br />Any one who has attempted to re- <br />move a very tight screw knows what <br />a very difficult holiness it is. After <br />straining and tvristing for a con- <br />siderable time the operator frequent- <br />ly ends by losing his temper and <br />destroying the bite of the scraw, <br />which remains fixed as tightly as ever. <br />With the aid of a pair a pinchers, how- <br />ever, the affair is quite a simple one. <br />Place the screwdriver in position and <br />then catch hold of the blade with the <br />pinchers just above the head of the <br />screw. 'Press the screwdriver firmly <br />and at the same time twist round the <br />blade with the pinchers. The tightest <br />screw will yield immediately to this <br />sort of perauasion. <br />Bird Dogs. <br />Bird dogs have been known as such <br />for only about three or four centuries. <br />So far as we know, the Duke of North- <br />umberl teenth century, was the <br />first tr bird dogs. The duke <br />was 1011 y others who trained <br />dogs to "s rds, but it was not till <br />the beginning of the nineteenth cen- <br />tury that any reliable record of a dis- <br />tinct brand of bird dogs can be found. <br />The Gordon setter was founded by the <br />Duke of Gordon about 1800.—New <br />York American. <br />A young lady full of good deeds no- <br />ticed the tongue of a horse bleeding <br />and with a use of technical terms too <br />little appreciated said to the cabby, <br />"Cabby, your horse has hemorrhage." <br />"It's 'is tongue's too large for his <br />mouth," said the cabby and added sen- <br />tentiously, "Like some young ladies."— <br />London Globe. <br />Good Term& <br />"I'm sure we shall be on good terms," <br />said the man wher had jut moved into <br />the neighborhood to the corner grocer. <br />"No doubt of it, sir, especially," be <br />added as an afterthought, "as the <br />terms are cash."—London Telegraph. <br />Modern Facilities. • <br />"Who was die Rip Van Winkle?" <br />"An old time guy wot slept in de <br />"Didn't have no public libraries, I <br />repose, in his day?"—Louisvllle Cou- <br />Cruelty and fear shake hands togeth, <br />Used by <br />Millions <br />Galum <br />Baking <br />Powder <br />Cern Ile. pith the Aw <br />Yood Ln of oven sub. <br />In the Drinking Days. <br />A once well known individual who <br />had lived every day of his life and <br />gained from It n great experience left <br />the following advice—and little else— <br />to bis sons: "Drink slow; do not mix <br />your liquor; never sit with your backs <br />to the tire." It was an excellent pre- <br />cept for the era in which it was given <br />—the times when the dining room door <br />was kept locked that there migttt be <br />no shirking the claret and wheu the <br />only chance at the circuit mesa of es- <br />caping intoxication was to drop under <br />the table "like the rest," as Lord Cock- <br />burn tells us he did, and lie qulet— <br />nny, even when our judges resented <br />that discredit should be brought on <br />drinking by misconduct. Everybody <br />drank, and much too much, in those <br />days, but especially tbe ujfper classes. <br />A well known politician discharged his <br />coachman for overturning him 1u his <br />carriage. "I had certainly drunk too <br />much, sir," urged tbe poor man, "but <br />I was not. very drunk, and gentlemen, <br />you know, sometimes get drunk." "1 <br />don't say you were very drunk for a <br />gentleman," returned his master, "but <br />you were exceedingly drunk for a <br />coachmg,s!"—London Illustrated News. <br />Cage For a Queen Be& <br />When a queen bee te.'comea unpro- <br />ductive through old age, it is necessary <br />for the bee keeper to supply the colony <br />of bees with a new queen. This he <br />does in the following manner: The old <br />queen is removed from the hive and <br />the bees are left alone for about twelve, <br />hours or longer, during which time <br />they find out that they are queenlees. <br />The new queen is then put into a cage <br />made of wood and wire cloth. with an <br />opening through one end. This open - <br />Ing Is filled tight with a mixture of <br />honey and sugar. The cage thus pre- <br />pared is laid upon the tops of the <br />frames In the h ge. The bees soon dis- <br />cover the new queen in the cage and <br />set to'work upon the honey and sugar. <br />In the hive bees recognise friends and <br />strangers by their sense of smell, and <br />a strange queen entering a hive would <br />be very quickly killed by the bees. By <br />the time the queen is liberated from <br />the cage she has acquired the scent of <br />the hive and is therefore no longer a <br />stranger.—London Globe. <br />Eccentric Editions of Boolas. <br />Mr. George Somes I.ayard In a book <br />entitled "Suppressed Plates, Wood En- <br />gravings, Etc.," writes of the ridicu- <br />lous people who valtm such books as <br />the first issue of the first edition of <br />Dickens' "American Notes" Just be- <br />cause there is a mistake In the pagi- <br />natioh, or a first edition of Disraelre <br />"Lothar" because the prototype ot <br />"Mgr. Catesby" Is divulged by mis <br />printing the name "Capel," or "Poem, <br />by Robert Burns," first Ldinbnrgh ed! <br />tion, became the Duke of Roxborough <br />apptiars as "the Duke of Boxhorough." <br />or Barker's "Breeches" Bible of 1394 <br />because on the title page of tbe Net <br />Testament the figures are trabspoFea <br />to 1405, or the first edition in French <br />of Washington Irving's "Sketch -Book" <br />because the translator. maltreating V:, <br />author's name, has declared the bee. - <br />to "traduit de l'Angials de NI. irwie <br />Washington," and in the dedkatiou <br />has labeled Sir Walter Scott "hermit - <br />net" <br />Cornish Humor. <br />The magistrate at the Liskeard <br />lice court might well have excused the <br />laughter which greeted the remark of <br />a police witness only a short time ago <br />who said with all seriousness: "He <br />was drunk, your honor, and couldn't <br />stand. I told him to go away, and as <br />he wouldn't I locked him up." <br />The laugh in another court was <br />against the solicitor who severely ask- <br />ed, "Were you present when you heard <br />Mixed metaphors are not a peculiar <br />nor indeed a common failing of the <br />Cornishman, but a certain eloquent <br />town councilor quite recently got en- <br />tangled when in the course of a pro- <br />tracted debate on tbe momentous sub- <br />ject of the local dust bins he declared <br />indignantly, "It is time we put our <br />foot down with a loud voice."—English <br />Illustrated Magazine. <br />A Fair Jury. <br />In a suit some years ago between fa- <br />ther and son before an Indiana justice <br />of the peace the sextet comprising the <br />jury came in after three hours' delib- <br />eration with the following impartial <br />verdict: "We, the jury, agree to And <br />judgment for neither plaintiff nor de- <br />fendant and find that each pay half <br />the costs." It is said the verdict struck <br />every one as being so unusually fair <br />that even the parties to the action <br />were satistlett—Case and Comment. <br />Sweet Sorrow. <br />"I can't please my friends," sobbed <br />the young bride. <br />"What's the matter, pet?" <br />"They insist that I can't be Oappy <br />with a fathead like you, but, oh, hus- <br />band, I am!"—Washington Herald. <br />It ifi for want et appliation rather <br />than means that men fall a sucossa.e. <br />La Rochefoucauld. <br />THERE WAS ii0 CHARGE. <br />All the Seats in That Particular <br />Church Wean Fes. <br />At a certain chustb an aged usher, <br />to save the eaertipn of continually <br />marching up and down the aisle tocon- <br />duct persons to theft feats, used to take <br />a stand In the center of the church and <br />when any Incomers appeared beckon <br />to them and then conduct them to a <br />seat. <br />The urchins of the neighborhood, <br />knowing his peculiarity, used to pop <br />their heads inside the church door and <br />mimic his action by beckoning to him. <br />Many times he tried to catch one and <br />one Sunday morning nearly did so. <br />But the boy rushed away from the <br />church and ran Into the anus of a po- <br />liceman. <br />"What have you been up to?" de- <br />manded the policeman. <br />Thought tbe boy, "I'm caught." but <br />be said, "Oh. sir, there's a disturbance <br />at that church, and they have sent me <br />to fetch a policeman." <br />"Very good," said the officer. "I'11 <br />step in and see alout It." <br />So he opened the door nt the west <br />end oY the church and, taking off his <br />helmet. entered. <br />The moment the usher saw hint <br />he beckoued to him and motioned him <br />to a seat next an o gentleman. <br />Immediately he w seated he touch- <br />ed the old gentlem and said, "Conte <br />quiet." <br />The old gentlema replied, "What do <br />you mean?" <br />Officer—You know what I mea and <br />I don't want no chat. Come quiet or 1 <br />shall have to take ydr by force. <br />Old Gentleman—I really don't under. <br />stand you. <br />O®cer—Look here! We don't want <br />no more disturbance! You have been <br />kicking up quite enough, and I'm going <br />to have you out quick, <br />By this time the congregation were <br />looking at the pair and wondering <br />what was the matter, so the old gentle. <br />man said: "Very well. I have not <br />made any disturbance, but to save any <br />I will go with you." <br />So together, to the wonderment of <br />the congregation, they marched up the <br />aisle. <br />When they had Passed out of the <br />church the usher followed them, and <br />the policeman, turning to him, said: <br />"Now, then, you have to make your <br />charge." <br />"Charger' said the usher. "There <br />ain't any charge. All the seats are <br />free."—Detroit News -Tribune. <br />THE CRITIC'S SHRUG. <br />A Story of an Old Persian Post and an <br />Aspiring Shah. <br />"To be fair," saki a noted dramatic <br />critic, "is sometimes hard and cruel. <br />and sometimes it is rash. You know <br />tbere are reprisals. The unswerving <br />fair critic often takes up his pen with <br />the shrug of Omar, the old Persian <br />poet <br />"You have heard of Omar's shrug? <br />No? Well, it was eloquent The shah <br />once bad sent for the old poet <br />"'Omar,' he said, 'I have written <br />some verses. Listen, and I will read <br />them to you.' <br />"And he read the verses and in the <br />ensuing silence looked at Omar anx- <br />iously. 'Well?' he said. <br />"'Heaven born,' said Omar gently, <br />each to his own calling. Scepter in <br />hand, you are most wise, just and <br />powerful, hut pen in hand'— Omar <br />shook his head end chuckled. 'Heaven <br />born,' said he, 'such verses would dis- <br />grace a nine-year-old schoolboy.' <br />"His eyes flashing with wrath, the <br />shah shouted to his guards: <br />" 'To the stables with this old fool, <br />and let him be soundly flogged!' <br />"Tet the shah, for all, respected <br />later, another Idea for a poem came to <br />bis mind and was feverishly executed <br />he sent for the fearless and fair critic <br />"'Another poem, Omar, a better <br />one. I'm sure you'll think It is a bet- <br />ter one,' be said wistfully. And he be <br />pn to read the second poem to the old <br />"But in the middle of the reading <br />Omar turrfOil and started for the door. <br />" 'Where are you gang?' said the <br />shah la amazemeut <br />"Omar looked back and shrugged his <br />"To the stables,' be answered, 'for <br />another dogging.' "—Denver Repub. <br />Which of Them? <br />certain two men are possessed of <br />One buys a modest house for $4,000, <br />a modest businees for $8,000 and salts <br />the remainder of his money away <br />against a rainy day. The other puts <br />his entire $10,000 into • motor car and <br />thereby acquires such credit that be <br />can have a house worth $50,000 and be- <br />aten* a partner in a business PaYtnit <br />;100,000 a year. <br />Assuming that both men have a wife <br />and some daughters, which of them <br />lives to kick himselft—Puck. <br />Ohjeet In His Preaching. <br />Towne—It's funny. Burrough is for - <br />over preaching to his friends about the <br />necessity for saving their money. <br />Browne—Well? Towne—Well, he's the <br />hurt fellow In the world who should <br />preach that Browne—Not at all. The <br />more his friend* save the more he has <br />tha chance to borrow.--ChIcago Jour - <br />Mr. Goodlie Idy boy, you'd never <br />bear me use language like that! The <br />Hid—I bet you don't! Why, It took <br />me live years to learn all dem Words.— <br />allastsa <br />Absolutely <br />Pure <br />'i <br />1' <br />111 <br />' es e <br />4414 -1 <br />* 1� •1 <br />, 9. AO) <br />From Grapes, <br />the most healthful <br />hful <br />of fruits, cones the <br />chief ingredient of <br />ROMA= <br />ye <br />The only baking powder <br />. made from Royal <br />Grape Cream <br />of Tartar <br />4 <br />• <br />GP <br />Coes a little more than the injurious alum <br />ar phosphate of lima powders, but with <br />Royal you are sore of pure, healthful food. <br />A Remarkable Suicide. - <br />A man who bet tidied Paris was <br />telling of tiu eXtrat,..dintiry suicide he <br />had heard of in that gay city. "Ile <br />was a Prenchinan, %Nilo wits nothing it <br />not original," said the teller of the <br />tale, "aud even when he grew despond- <br />ent he planned his denth is a most <br />original ftushion. Ile locked the door <br />of his room in the Ituo Nltot and, re- <br />moving the weights of the window <br />cord, fastened them to the vvindow <br />iteelf. He ndded to the weight of the <br />window by attaching six flatirons. On <br />the sill he adjusted a large triangular <br />bread knife, such as is used by chefs, <br />and made ready a small balloon, capa- <br />ble of lifting fifty pounds. The in- <br />genious Frenchman then put his beadl <br />out of the window after attaching the <br />balloon to his neck and by releasing <br />the clamp that held the window cut his <br />head off completely with the impro- <br />vised The decapitated body <br />was discovered several &ye later, but <br />it was not until the balloon and the <br />head were found a vreek later in the <br />field of a peasant, eighteen miles from <br />Paris, that the method of suicide was <br />really known." <br />Old Maps of Louisiana. <br />An interesting exhibit In the Lou- <br />isiana State museum is a collection of <br />old maps that show the state of Lou- <br />isiana extending from Canada, which <br />was then called New France, on the <br />north to the gulf of Mexico on the <br />south and from Virginia and Carolina <br />on the east to the Pacific on the west. <br />These maps were printed In Italy and <br />Holland and France and were evident- <br />ly largely works of fancy and imagina- <br />tion on the part of the geographers, as <br />they depict mountain ranges where <br />none exists and lakes and rivers dis- <br />tributed around in places where they <br />are not found today. One of the most <br />charming of these mnps represents the <br />Mississippi river as making a graceful <br />turn along what is now the roadbed of <br />the Louisville and Nashville railroad <br />and emptying into the gulf in Florida. <br />Along a strip of this country about <br />where English 1..00kout and peaceful <br />Bay St. Louis are located is a fear- <br />some spot tnarked as the land of the <br />man eaters.—New Orleans Picayune. <br />A Coveted Picture. <br />Some years ago a western man en- <br />tered J. G. Brown's studio and seemed <br />to gain satisfaction in finding fa- <br />miliar features unchanged. Ile told <br />the artist that in his boyhood he had <br />worked in the streets of New York and, <br />with others of his class, had served as <br />a model for one of the pictures of <br />street boys. He had gone west and <br />bad prospered and now had returned <br />with a desire to become the owner of <br />the group picture in which he and <br />some of his boyish cronies appeared. <br />He wanted it as a remainder of the <br />struggles of his boyhood. He looked <br />back on those days as being quite as <br />happy as any he bad ever knoan. The <br />picture, *aye W. Howard litandLsh, dis- <br />cussing J. G. Brown, a painter of hum- <br />ble folk, bad long ago been sold, and, <br />although the would be purchaser offer- <br />ed to give his check for $26,000 for the <br />work, the artist was unable to supply <br />any clew to its whereabouts.—New <br />The Cost For Repairs. <br />"Why did you sell your auto?' <br />"Cost too much for repairs." <br />"Wasn't it a good machiner <br />"First rate. Never got out of order. <br />But I had to pay for repairing the peo- <br />ple it ran over."—Philadelphla Ledger. <br />Judicial lenoranoe. <br />"Did the clock stop when you dashed <br />It down cellar'?" asked the police judge <br />of the man who was charged with be- <br />ing disorderly. <br />"Of course it stopped. Did you sup - <br />want through is <br />Rival Organizations. <br />The man who had been keeping his <br />seat in a Lexington avenue car, the <br />seats of which were well occupied by <br />women, spoke at lust to the woman <br />hanging on to a strap and who had <br />been eying illm intently for some time. <br />"I know I ought to get up and let <br />you have my seat, madam," he said, <br />"but I'm pledged against that sort of <br />thing. I have just joined the lilt Still <br />club, an organization we have formed <br />in Harlem, and if I should violate the <br />solemn obligation I took when I be- <br />came a member of that body I ehould <br />be expelled and held up to the execra- <br />tion of ail other membem." <br />"That is all right, sir," replied the <br />woman. "You mustn't mind my look- <br />ing at you so hard. 1 am a member of <br />the 'Stand and Stare club.' " <br />kfter which she continued to staud <br />and stare at him in such a fierce mitu- <br />ner that he finally got up, waved her <br />into his seat and said, "I guess re- <br />sign from my club and Join yours right <br />now, madam."—New York Press. <br />A Throne and • North Wind. <br />Long had Gustavus Vasa sought to <br />rouse his fellow countrymen, the <br />Swedes, against the infamous Danish <br />tyrant Christian, whose memory will <br />always be linked with that of the <br />"blood bath" of Stockholm. But the <br />brave Gustavus found his compntriots <br />cowardly and slow. An outlaw him- <br />self, no voice was raised in the assem- <br />bly in his favor. He called upon the <br />people to fight, but they sat sullen <br />around him. Suddenly a cold wind <br />rose from the north, and an old court- <br />tryman cried, "God approves of the <br />designs of Vasa, for a north wind is <br />always a happy presage." These aim- <br />ple words acted like magic. The melt <br />flew to arms and prayed Gustavus to <br />lead them against the Dnnes. In a few <br />days he had collected an army large <br />and brave enough to gire battle to the <br />forraidable troops of the king of Den- <br />mark. Victory was tbeirs front the <br />first, and the capture of Stockholm in <br />15ZI placed the crown of Sweden upon <br />West Pointers on the Battlefield. <br />One thing of which all West Pointers <br />felt proud was the brotherly love and <br />kindness shown by both sides to fee <br />low graduates when taken prisoners <br />or w;hen otherwise in distress. I have <br />heard the story told of Fitzhugh Lee <br />that on one occasion when scouting <br />with a squadron of cavalry in the de- <br />batable country between Fairfax <br />Courthouse and Alexandria he rap- <br />ture(' picket of a similar commander <br />under Tom Height and learned that <br />the latter was taking breakfast in a <br />farmhouse. Fitz went in alone, found <br />Tom at table with his back to the door, <br />so he was able to get up to him and <br />slap him on the back before saying. <br />"I think. Tom, you might have put out <br />one picket." They took breakfast to- <br />gether, and then Fitz sent an escort to <br />conduct him to the Federal lines and <br />bring back his horse, having of course <br />first paroled him. This was to save <br />him from Libby prison.—General Et. W <br />Ferguson in Metropolitan Magazine. <br />Mountains Had Not Moved. <br />The story is told that when Judge <br />Millen) Rogers was chairman of the <br />ochiol committee In a New England <br />town one eInt1111104/012 day be went <br />around questioning pupils of the mid- <br />dle grade. He asked a boy named <br />Rock where the Rocky mountains wore. <br />The bey answered correctiy, but failed <br />to be promoted that term. <br />The following year the judge asked <br />tke same question. Rock replied, "The <br />same place they were last year." <br />*Was that picture yon just sold a <br />genuine work of art?' <br />"No," answered the dealer, "but the <br />story I told about it waa."—WasbIng, <br />tea Star. <br />f or some kind.4—Plalaielobla <br />Pretty Lively Fooling. <br />1 was out walking In Kingston, Ja- <br />maica, one afteruo,tt, and while on a <br />uarrow street t came upon two black <br />womou, each apparently in n towering <br />rain's'. Each woman's tongue was go- <br />ing at phenomenal rate, but not a <br />word of their screeching Jargon was <br />intelligible to me. <br />Finally 'one of the women scooped <br />up at double baudtul of the ever pres- <br />ent Kingston dust and flung it over <br />the other woman, with a will shriek of <br />laughter. The dust covered woman re- <br />taliated by taking a tin pan she had <br />in her hand aud, scooping up a couple <br />of quarts of the dirty water in the gut- <br />ter by the roadside, drenching her as- <br />seltaut with it, whlle all that part of <br />Kingston resounded with the mad <br />laughter. The two women then closed <br />lu ou each other and proceeded to en- <br />gage 1n a prolonged wrestle, which <br />resulted iu both of them falling to the <br />ground, where they rolled over aud <br />over iu a cloud of dust and fually <br />stood upon their feet, facing each other <br />iu a state of dirt and disorder beyond <br />description. <br />Fearing that they would make a sec- <br />ond onslaught on each other and wish - <br />lug to play the part of peacemaker, 1 <br />stepped forward and asked: <br />"What is the trouble?" <br />Courtesylug low, oue of the women <br />said in u soft, drawling voice: <br />"No trouble nt all, =stall; we's jesa <br />foolln'."—Exchange. <br />Cast Up by the Sea. <br />They that go down to the sea in <br />ships learn much of the mysteries of <br />life. From the coast of Africa there <br />traveled to Searboro, Me., the paluUug <br />of an old time sea captain of that <br />town wbo long years ago was lost with <br />all on board his ship in the China seas. <br />The ship sailed from the home port <br />with every prospect of a successful <br />voyage, but she never returned to the <br />home land. Years went by and she <br />was given up as lost, her name was <br />taken from the shipping list, and no <br />news of her came back to the waiting <br />ones at home. Long afterward a pass- <br />ing vessel picked up off the African <br />coast the portrait of an American sea <br />captain such as the Chinese artists <br />paint, and on the back of the picture <br />were the captain's name and that of the <br />port from which he sailed. The paint- <br />ing was forwarded to the little Amer- <br />ican town, and it was found to be a <br />picture of the Searboro sea captain. <br />master of the lost vessel that had left <br />the harbor so many years ago.—Keuue- <br />bec Journal. <br />Largest Grave in the World. <br />Tbo lari,,,est single grave in the world <br />occupies just exactly one acre of <br />ground, which is surrounded by an <br />iron railing. This enormous grave is <br />located at Penrto Cortez, in Honduras, <br />and Is the burial place of a woman. <br />The tombstone occupies the center of <br />the ground inclosed, and se‘eral wood- <br />en figures representing the deceased <br />are arranged in statuelike form in dif- <br />ferent parts of the ground. There <br />are no fewer than sixteen of these fig- <br />ures, which In the evening give the <br />place a ghostlike appearance. The de- <br />ceased had died rich and in her will <br />had apeelfied the amount of ground <br />to be purchased for her grave and the <br />manner in which it should be deco- <br />rated. She had many curious notions, <br />and the size aod ornamentation of her <br />grave was one of them. <br />Coleridge's Cloudiness. <br />There is In Mr. Ellis Yarnoll's remi- <br />niscences, "Wordsworth and tbe Cole - <br />ridges," a very amusing story of Sam- <br />uel Taylor C,oleridge, whose thoughts <br />were sometimes too profound even for <br />poets to follow. Wordsworth and Sam- <br />uel Rogers had spent the evening with <br />Coleridge, and as the two poets walked <br />away together Rogers remarked cau- <br />"I did not altogether understand the <br />latter part of what Coleridge said." <br />"I didn't understand any of it," <br />Wordsworth hastily replied. <br />"No more did II" exclaimed Rogers, <br />with a sigh of relief. <br />A Formidable Army. <br />The battle was going against him. <br />The commander In chief, himself rater <br />of the South Atuerican republic, sent <br />an aid to the rear, ordering General <br />Blanco to briug up his regiment' at <br />once. Ten minutes passed, but it didn't <br />come. Twenty, thirty, an hour—still <br />no regimeut. The aid came tearing <br />back huller's. breathless. "My regi - <br />meat! My regiment! Where is it? <br />Where is itr shrieked the commander. <br />"General," answered tbe excited aid. <br />"Blanco started it all right, but there <br />are a couple of drunken Americans <br />down the road and they won't let it <br />go by."—Argonaut, <br />A Triple Coincidence. <br />An almost incredible triple coinci- <br />dence was noted in France some years <br />ago. In 180-1 the deputy for the Ar- <br />dennes was M. Ferry; for Loir et Cher, <br />M. Brisson, and for the Vosges, M. <br />Hugo. in 1793, 101 years earlier, each <br />district had been represented in the <br />chamber hy a man of exactly the same <br />name. <br />ithdrees (roldnight)—I don't intend to <br />come downstairs to let you In at this <br />time of night again. New Girl (reu- <br />suringly—You won't have to, mum. <br />One of my friends took an impression <br />of your lock. and he's making a nice <br />key for me.—London Globe. <br />There are people who only seem to <br />take pride in telling the tfuth when <br />they know it is going to hurt some- <br />body's feelinga—New Orlon' Times - <br />fur Non assia.,,Clhirago Tribune. <br />