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.. S. 'eat .Success .I C.' !'ýf1Y ý Explained. 4'oo_ý;i~~osýaoýýýýýooooooooo0000 d1reat numbers of Awd :geese were S illed ising the Texas coast during the past winter, as happens. ,every year.. That region divides with the Dakotas in the fall. the honor of being the ~ieatest goose field on the Am 'arican continent. The tnereasing shyness of the biads was more marked than ever.- The geese bve been ,&hot at so much , in the saste territory that they have not only grown wiser, but many of them have ceased visiting that region. It is so longer possible to kill quan tities 9figeese in Texas by simple pass shootiag, or digging pits on the Gulf sandbars. There died not long ago in the Nue ces region a Mexican poacher named Gregorlo who in the winter sold geese by the dozen when other men could not get a feather. All of that country is in vast pastures fenced by barbed wire and Gregorio being a market hunter, was ordered to stay out of them ,al. In order to keep him out the gates, which-are far apart, were locked and only the ranch bosses had keys. Still Gregorlo would continue to go from pasture to pasture, covering thirty miles-in a day and to show up in Corpus Christi or Rockport at night with Canada geese hanging to his sad dle and: strung all over him. One day an overseer of cowboys saw him a mile away on the prairie and, being curious, dismounted and watched him. Gregorio was on foot 700 yards from a large flock of geese. His pony had been unsaddled and un bridled. TO CATCH SQUIR RELS : Advice Given by a Farmer Puzzles New York Man on i:s " -Vacation. ·nmrr~ mr~T mrrrz~ rr rr r.ýrr r- r rr r Although there are few men of his age more active than William Curtis Gibson of East Houston street. the oldest survivor of the Volunteer Fire Department. he gives strong proof of his Scotch ancestry occasionally by his inability to appreciate a johke. Mr. Cil.t on was born in New York and he has always li v.l here. f is friends s;:y that only (once in his life has he'ta'iv led more thlan ten a:iles away frto it is city. 1'hiO w'ts Ie 5 sntnmmir w'€:1 hi vv list up to the Catr It was on thii trip that he met a farmer who ;, i, u ll himl with ev.ry thing ruralt. 1r. (; Lsn says he never met a mre -iia Irn.:!n. and when he tells his -iquirrel story to prove it all his friends Il ugh. The experlencee speaks for itself. Mr. Gibson was interested in the farm at first because it was a novelty. At the end of the first week he said to the. ftu'rncr: "Say, this is great. I am glad I came. I wish that I .might take some of your squirrels hack to New York with .me as souvenirs of this trip." Took the Starch Out of Station Autocreat "That reminds me." said the travel ing man. "of an experience at Mc Lea boro. Ill.. years ago. It was a bitter cold Sunday morning when 1 went to the depot to take a train west. It was the only one that day and due in about an hour. The waiting room was cold. Huddled in a corner was a country woman, a waiting passenger, with tw-J. small children, both crying from the cold. An empty stove, no coal, no matches, no agent in sight. "While debating wha- to do to re lieve a trying situation. I thought I hear± a noise from within the ticket office, which was hidden from view by a window covered with paint. I lis tened closely and soon distinguished the hum of voices from within. "A little scratch-. n the paint cow-. ering the ticket window revealed on close examtnatron-four young men en the lnside.i- 1 ..~yjt stove playing card8. One wPs evidebitly the agent' "'nraged. I kicked on the door and altefnately rattled on the window till, with a slow. hestitating shove, it went up a little arnd frorn within the agent. a youth with a surly air. demanded. 'What do you want?' Bloiling with rage, yet iml)erturbalble as a millpond. I asked foi a telegraph blank. which was flung to me, and this is what I wrote: GREAT PEER BUT AN UNHAPPY MAN flstorle TtlesU and ltigh Position Coull - ot Drown Sorrow. T he earl of Perth and Melfort,.who die 4w :i few days ago i nh is5th ye*,- 'ais Al o'nt4the Clan '3A6u ond' and therefore the head of one of the oldest and most historic families In Great Britain. Lord Perth was Due de Meltont in France, and altogether he had six Scotch and three French titles and was also hereditary thane of Len nox.-and hereditary steward of Men teith a~, ,Strath0fan, but these were baroen honors, as the vast territorial poq esaons of the dukes of Perth had pasted, to other hands. tl ith 'was engaged for many years in tltoll to recover the lage. and walR thally estate in Perth. Ecin1udifi th magasiesnlt Go Keeping the horse betweeh him and the geese, the Mexican began to circle arbund them. Now and then the pony stopped to take a mouthful of grass. Any man, let alone a goose, would have taken him for a loose animal grazing on the prairie. In course of an hour he had been worked within fifty yards of the thickest part of the bunch. Some of the stragglers were not twenty yards from him. Then Gregorio stepped from behind him and fir d one barrIl at the geese on the prairie .:nd another as they rose. HI-e gathered five or six. then rode to the division fence a quarter of a mile away. Evidently it was his intention to enter the next pasture. The fence was of three strands of wire, the low est one two feet from the ground. Gregorio got down from the saddle and at a word from him the horse sunk to his knees, then turned upon his side. Gregorio took him by the headstall and pulled his head under the fence, then took him by the tail and pulled his hindquarters under, and so, pulling first at head and then at tail. worked him through. Once clear of the bottom wire, the pony rose. shook himself and stood to be mounted as if nothing but of the ordinary had happened. The mystery of Gregorio's ability to go from pas ture to pasture in search of geese and ducks was explained and the ranch boss was so tickled by it that he in structed his men to let the Mexican alone. tI "lre yo can." said tht fRtueHr:. "Jlt gO out and help yonurelf to as manly as youl wianmt. I've ge:l llore of thIor th:lll I want. "Tllhan yoio. ery tonuch. lnt lhow will I ge themni?" "('.atli n. f ' t cuiritS. It'.1 -y WMlii ynIi kntoiW loW. 1 I iht. you all nue p i: an I lJ m' V, 1 ' :I} P. l't' ." "' 'ie.' said thi f iat n- nr ir.t off to the I.," t " , l. i '. li:',:. : . i. d thot i u u' i ,u" thou riab:t lkind of ia no-- to attract t lt and they will toale to l.". "'Vhat kind of a nio.e- ought I to maike? asli;ed Mr. (Gilson eagerly. "'lust. noe lik a noise .ke a nut." re Sptled the farmer, and off he walked. Wheun Mr. Gibson tells this story he says positively that a not does not make any noi-e and that a fa .mer it-ho Shad lived in the country all his life without discovering thatj .act is too Sstupid to live anywhere else.-New York Stun. "General Manager. h. & O. 8. WV. R.: H4.-Dear Sir: Send competent agent to care for Mlo,ean. boro sta tion. Present agent playing cards in office: waitiw. room no fire; passen gers freezing. "As placid as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I handed him a $5 bill with the request to take the pay out of it and send the message at once. Before half the words were counted by the autocrat of a moment ago, he was an humble servant of the present. Apologies and explanations by the score were forthcoming. intermingled with pleading. that, to send it would involve ruin for his career., r "It was my turn to assume the role of dictator: and cif ever a fire was kindled in a hurry., then w:as the timec. With all the dignity due to a prince and his suite the freesing family and I were treated. "Passing through a year after. I asked tile "hus nitl how tae~ age-:t wa',s getting along. The story hnad evider.t ly leaked out itn .ll, I. L-lnorn, for he raid: lie got a ,r,-i- , 2; n:t l; t winter front an oh( h,: of tin loaud wiho htl t i , oe l ; lu n g in l:. -. . a n d it h mas In! a Ian of I ii sas that ofliju. a Ilain I:avlih t nz ut o . it the tlbus rain wats loine the wier.' -- Il iad ialtolis Ne\' s. maihn of d)runnmond C:.wt, wihiclh a. r 1in0' lttstssed oy Liri .lXIeater. 1w1o Sinherited them throthh hii gr: and mother, Miss Glee , Ia rp nn.)umuIld. who married l>re" s s V~ igethby ' Tde Eresby. Lord Perth failed in his tf forts to regain the 'l)rtulmnond prop erty. In addition to .this disapoint ment he had grave 'domestit sorrows to encounter', so that his long' life was neither prosperous nor happy. Few men have been so severely tried. The earldoms of Perth and Melfort will now be eparaterd,.?tb former passing to Lord - Stratballa, .wh4h..4_.atter. title and the French honors are in herited by the late- " Seer's daughter, Lady lidith Drummond. , One convincing poot of Wod ' itt senahip is the proof. t . ay?.e. of your blla UNILUKY_~AT "1RPS (opyright 102. by Dally Story u ) They were coming home from a card party and, with the exception of Don elson, were a rather silent trio. Pro gressive euchre had been the game; Donelson had carried off first prize and was mildly jubilant; or, as Morton said, aggressively cheerful. It was a cold night; the snow lay deep and only a narrow footpath ran irregularly along the sidewalk. The last car had passed some time before and they were walking in single file to keep out of the drifts. Donelson had assumed the lead, and Morton followed L._ss Wilson,. who carried on a desultory conversation fore and aft. "How long will you be in town this time, Edith?" Donelson asked. "I am going back to-morrow: just as I was having the best of times." "The time of your life?" "Well, one of them. But I received a letter from home this morning and simply must go." "I'm awfully sorry, I wanted to take you to the cotillion next Tuesday. Anyhow. I'll try to see you again be fore you leave. What train do you take?" "Half-past ten to-morrow; I mean this morning.' "All right, you wait for me, and I'll take you to the station. Come up to the station, Jack, and see me see Edith off." "Thanks, Frank, I feel sorely tempt ed; but I can't get off at that time, you know." "Bah! you mean you feel sore be cause you didn't ask her first. You could get off if you wanted to. I say, -dith, do you believe in the saying, Unlucky at cards, lucky in love?' " 'Why, Frank?" "'Oh, nothing, only I was just think Ing Jack might console himself with it. He came out in to-night's contest way down the list. and it struck me he seemed rather cut up. No offense meant, old chap. I wouldn't feel so badly about it if I were you; because if you really wanted zhe thing you could get a duplicate of it for a couple of dollars." "You make me tired. Donelson," says Morton. "I don't care for the thing, as you call it. I wanted to win it for a reason of my own." "A reason of your own? Not all yours, dear boy. Dry your tears.. I'll give the bohe of contention to Edith. So she gets it, what's the difference?" "None: to you." replies Morton. "*Brace up, .lack." says Donelson, "perhaps you'd h2ve better fortune at something else. Card playing is not your forte. Now. 1 always win. And yet I'm an except.ion to the saying, too. for l'm equally fortunate in-But mod esty forbids me to be more specitlic." ''Then it's the first time it ever did forbid you. "'As I said before. Jack. you are too much cut up over a trifle to see any fun in tithe affair. Don't lbe a fox bark ing at the grapes just because you can't have them. The fact is you're jealous of my winning ways: that's what's the matter with you. But cheer up. If not at cards, why then along some other line. Just follow me and you'll always-" "Oh, quit.' cried Morton. "You're very tiresome." "Stop quarreling. you two. and fol low me," said Edith: "follow on, fol low on, and the light of faith you'll see.' " "I could always follow you, Edith." says Mourton, softly. "only give me tne right." "Frank!" (this from Miss Wilson. suddenly and rather irrelevantly) "I wish you would walk a little faster. I'm continually stepping on your heels." "Sure: And I hadn't noticed it. Edith. Your feet must be as light as Jack's head. But anything to please you. So here goes," and Donelson plunged ahead. "Edith," continued Jack, "won't you prove there is truth in that old saying. 'Unlucky at cards, lucky in love.' I love you, dear, with all my heart. Give me something to build hope on." "Nonsense; don't begin that all over again, and in the street, too. Anyhow, I. for one, have not the slightest faith in any musty, old proverb. If you are They were walking in single file. nirsilcky at anything It is your own fault. Take to-night, for instance, you could have won time and again. But no, you paid no attention to what was going on. You were thinking all the time alout.so01ething else." "Yes, of you. Edith. I do.hardly anything else.'' "Th/n i advise you to seek a more profitable occupation." "Come. Edith, i've told you before what I thynk of you; ibat I care for at.'desire -bove all else. 'Dn't say 'no':Clbhtf. O.thth yes to-alght "Tti Scnlcldit P' rank .aes reach4. Ah haous and we'll he there lan P inate." Silence. A dozen steps bring them to where Donelson is standing. "Frank," says Miss Wilson, "here's the key, open the door, please." Donelson mounts the steps, and she turns to Morton. "Good night, Jack; good-bye, I should say, since r won't see you to-morrow." "Edith?" "Let go my hand, Mr. Morton; let go, I say." "Only on your promise, Edith.'" "Will you let go?" "No." "Yes, then; yes." says Miss Wilsen. 'Now, are you satisfied?" "Not quite." and Jack mounts an other step .nd whispers something "Accept my congratulations, Morton: though you don't deserve them." "Well, it's the only one I do believe in. And that only because-Oh. Jack, suppose someone had seen us?" "S1uppose they had?" and Jack laughs. "Ten thirty, Edith? Good night." "Yes: good night." Doneison comnies down the steps and holds out his hand. "Good night, Edith." "Good night. Frank." As the men turn the next corner Donelson says: "Accept my congratu tations. Morton; but you don't deserve lie:." Tile Seagull n vish Pirate. The growing selntiment for the pro tection of bird life, writes a corr,' spOndent. slould not hoi endangered by. wrong dirli'tion. The napp al for the seat gull. for instance, is onl , tha:t nuist ultimately fail for -oui , n ra ns. 1Beautiful as he is. ul a ttrl'tt'live sc his volutioens ar,' al,out the bridges, he is a noted tishl pirate, and whit the long delayed but inevitabhl legislation conies for the scinti..itt plrotttionl of our coast fishig inrdustry, the gull will be marked as anl enemy. At a certain stage of the life of the tur bot, for instance. the baby fish floatls helplessly on the surface of the wa ter, and a single gull is quite capable of disposing of a hundred turbot in a day. Even an alderman who could do such a thing would be legislated out of existence-much more a sea gull-and the woman who wears an opera cloak made of the pure slate and white wings is helping to keel down the price of fish. The l'in-PIong Language. Ping-pong is a game of pygmy para phernalia. to which, however, a giant may enjoyably set his hand, though not necessarily with success. Although a game of ball and that, at ping-pong the greatest sluggers at either base ball or cricket may easily bite the dust at the feet of the pet of the school room. "Form" must be acquired by practice, but the Sun can help educate its votaries by presenting the correct inflection of the present tense of the indicative mood of the verb to "ping pong:" I ping; We grovel on the floor, Thou pongest; Ye tear your trousers; He pung. They break the furniture. Local dialect may vary this some what, but what we give is, we believe, the veri-"table Sanscrit."-New York Sun. Knew His Points. Judge Horace Russell tells the fol lowing story of the late Irish "harris tel'." Tom Nolan: The barrister was flushed with ora torical enthusiasm as he started in to argue from his brief, point by point. before the late and equally fminentut jurist. Chief Justice Shea of the Ma l'ine Court. Tie thunder of the bar rister's voice ceased to revl'rblenie for the moment as he rested aftu'r dleliver. ing Point 1. "Denied." came front the Chief Jus tice of the Marine Court. "Thin," said the barrister, rising, "I thrust your honor will hear mi with patience during me prisintation of Point 2, tor it is asqually conclusive." --New York Times. What Did She Mean? IEx-Judge Miles Hoffman, formerly of Arkansas, who was at the Waldorf-As toria a few days ago, told thisstory of a personal experience: "About two weeks ago I woke up in the night sick, wea~) and nearly faint ing. My wife became sotnewhat excit ed and slept no more that night. Net day, when she was telTing· of the e currence to a friend, she ipit it In+ this way: 'Mr. Hoffman soon gQt better. but lie became so quiet I thoughit ie was 8de'a8 I~~, wad afrald to toueh him ,gor ~Se4. be would wphe up. ' New .York Times. The History Of gift ei a Famous Park t t f Pvf I Jn The city of Providence, R. I., is in debted to two women for its beautiful Roger Williams Park, the only park in the country, or in the world, for that matter, which has descended straight from its original white owner, never leaving his family until at last it passed into the possession of the city which he founded. Roger Williams owned a. good deal of land in the vicinity of Providence, at one time and another, but this par ticular piece was given him by Mian tonomi, chief of the Narragansetts, and it was the old Williams' home stead, where the founder lived and (lied. It pamewed to his descendants in the direct line for five generations, un til at last it fell to two sisters. Rhoda and Betsy Williams. These women were of the old primitive New Eng land stock, with a streak of heroism in their mental fiber. The farm was mortgaged when their father died. Im bued with a passionate devotion to the The Japanese Regalia History and Legends Connected with the Island Empire's Unique Crown Insignala. Goji Ukita. chancellor of the Japan ese legation, has been lecturing in London on the imperial regalia of Ja pan. These emblems consist of the mirror, symbolic of knowledge, the sword for courage. and the divine jewels for mercy. They are merely of copper, steel and stone, and it could not be claimed that they were beauti ful. As to the legendary story of their origin the Sun Goddess was once en raged and withdrew herself into a cave, thereby leaving the earth in darkness. But the other deities re solved to work iupon her curiosity, and by making a great noise outside, as sisted by a pair of vigorous roosters, the Sun Goddess duly came to see the reason of the disturbance, and was told that rejoicings were in progress that a more beautiful goddess than herself had bcen found, and they then held the mirror for her to see herself. The Sun Goddess' Ibrother met two old people minorning that an eight-headed serpent had annually devoured one of PARNELL IN RETIREMENT I How t;ho Gracit Irish Leader Spent His Time During the Political ý. Crisis. ýa FY: o,,i .i , .:e _. _ L ..ýi!il.ý "'ý%`."L'i.ilýT.ýý,V"" IO-nnlIke. 1- ato(ll ill "Tl'he Leisure Hour." tells tile foliowing characteris tic story of Charles Stewart Parnell. showing the latter's power of detach ment: "He came into the house of parliament one afternoon when the fiercest excitement prevailed regarding the publication by the Times of the forged Pigott letters. lie in a short speech denied the authorship of the letters and then walked into the lobby and engaged me in conversation. Everybody thought he was telling me of the awful political event then stir ring men's minds. This is what he said to me: 'I have just read in the afternoon paper that a mountain of gold has been discovered in western Australia, and that some tons of the specimens have been sent home to you." "I replied that it was true, and that I had in my locker in the house some of the crushed specimens. We proceeded to get them, and I gave him about a wineglassful of the 'crushing.' He took it away with him, and to the bewilder ment of his party no one saw him for a week, and very few indeed knew his address. Notes from Women. A Philadelphia druggist has made the following collection of amusing missives that have been sent to him from time to time: "I have a cute pain in my baby's stummick. Please give bearer some thing to cure it." "My little girl has eat up a lot of buttons. Please send a nemetic by the enclosed boy." "Dear doctor a dog bit my child on the leg please send some cork plaster and cutter eyes." "Pleas send by bearer one postal card. Also kindly give bearer, my son, some licorice root." "Deer doctor what is good for tire foy fever send omine quick I got it." "Iect my Joilny have a gins of sody water. 1 wuvd come myself Ibut I am washing. 1'. S. the five cents is for the sody watter." "If you can fill the enclosed pre scription for 25 cents do so. It not return by bearer." A !Most Unlque VWill. Mr. John Murdoch, who for some time was a pltimber in Dundee, and who died in December at the Edin burgh hydropathic establishment, Craiglockhart. by his last will and testament has bequeathed over £60,000 ($291,900) for a somewhat novel public aleme destined to benefit indigent bachelors and widowers. The bene flcfiries may be of any religious de naomination or belief, but one of the necessary qualifications is that they have practical sympathy either as amateurs or professionals in the pur slit of cliease in any of its branches asd that their lives have been Chars9 ter se by oebriety, morality sa, tn old place, they could, not endure .the thought of its -pssing out of t le ' family. One of them taught school; the otf-l'' er sewed. Eventually, through thees avenues of scanty profit, they paid;,: the mortgage. Then they determined that the old place should never be eon up, but should be preserved iihchantgd for all time. The sisters decided that they would give the place, under cer tain conditions, to the city of Provi dence. And so it became the Roger Wil liams Park, one of the prettiest parks in the country, and one of the chief points of interest in Providence. The old Williams' homestead, where Roger Williams died, and where Betsy died two or three years after her gift was accepted, is retained In all its prim itive quaintness. Just outside the door is the well which Roger Williams dug. The old burying ground, full of dead and gone Williamses, is also kept in neat array. their eight lovely daughters, and was now coming for the last one. But Susenoo, as was named, placed eight great tubs of wine in the monster's way. and when he was sleeping killed him and removed the sword from his tail. The jewels are strangely shaped pieces of agate, based perhaps in form on an animal's tusk. The symbols be came separated at one period, but cop ies of the earlier ones have been made from time to -time, To-day the'sword is kept in an apartment near the Impe rial bed chamber and called, the Room of the Sword. The jewels have also a room to themselves, and the mirror is in charge of a priestess. The regalia have the highest significance in the eyes of the people, and it is held that no emperor can possibly rule without the three virtues which they represent. lie must, moreover, hold the actual twkens. and in the imperial code it is enjoined that on the death of the sov ereign his heir must take possession of them. "On that day week," Mr. Heaton pro ceeds. "almost at the same hour he again appeared in the lobby. Walking up to me he said, smilingly. 'I have analyzed the specimens, and they go thirty-two ounces of gold to the ton.' I said he was wrong. He then took from his pocket a scrap of paper and read: 'Twenty-seven ounces of gold and five ounces of silver.' I replied that this was indeed remarkable, for it exactly coincided with the analysis of Johnston. Matthey & Co.. the famous metallurgists. Parnell then showed me the small pin's point of gold he had obtained. I expressed surprise at his work. He said: 'The fact is, I take an interest in the matter. I have a small workshop to test the minerals in the mountains of Wicklow, some por tion of which I own.' The astonish ing thing is that while his hundreds of thousands of adherents were fulminat ing against the Times he was quietly working away testing minerals in his laboratory." It is easier for God to work a won der than for us to comprehend it. dustry. No widower or bachelor under 55 years of age is to be eligible. Open Door Policy Defined. Once upon a time a statesman great ly interested in our foreign relations, and who kept his wife well informed on the international problems in the far East. was awakened by his better half in the early hours of the morning and informed that she knew there were burglars down stairs. With outstretched arms the states man started for the hall, without a light to guide himn. and brought his nose in violent contact with the edge of a door that was ajar. iHe fell to the floor with a howl of pain. "\What is the matter?" asked his wife. "I have nearly knocked my brains out on the edge of the door." he an swered. "'I thought that you approvbd of the open door'." she said. "Not half open." he replied. Long Island Peli'ulrities. The class in geography in one of the Brooklyn schools was being examined the other day when the teacher asked: "What are some of the natural pecu liarities of Long Island?" The pupils indulged in some heavy thinking, but nene responded. Sud denly a fat boy with a red face, who had beet~ shifting uneasily about in his seat, received an inspirattot,- j "I know," he exclaimed, raising his hand. "Well, what are theyT' enconrauld the tftchei'" "Why,". lidthe t boe, with ;" triumphant look aroun4, "on the south side you spe t bli'e, Mt~d oi the Borth side you hedir th..hadL."" .He w ,s moved un to b ee4 o the t, '-f!Fi