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<br />THE HAST1NGS
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<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,
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<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.—
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<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.
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