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L1riging to Old Beliefs
5aJiors of thýW5 'roftta a p tItI u e
iýý Th mi~rAn stors.
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*It is a.mistake, according to a well
Ik8ftlfyo'ang naval officer. to suppose
that-'the sailors of our present nary
are free from superstition. "I remem
ber." he said, "only five years ago.
nW'h " I was in the training ship Sara
toga. that the old salts there were as
full of old superstitious beliefs as
any of their ancestors could have
been.
"When at sea in a dead calm. the
swaying of the masts in a motionless
atmosphere sometimes causes a pe
culiar walling sound like distant cries.
This, the old seamen assured us. was
the moaning of the souls of sailors
lost at sea.
"Another one of their pet beliefs Is
that all sailors that di. by drowning
are at once transformed into Cape
Horn pigeons, or. as they are also
called, Mother Carey's chlickens. Of
flcers are supposed to find their re
Incarnations in seagulls andl mews,
while the big, solitary albatrosses. fol
lowing the wake of passing vessels.
are the outls of captains who have
gone tloy in with their ships. These
are the reasons why sailors never kill
these bird.s.
"I remenlllber Liaat the.ce tales im
Wrote Begging Letters
New York Millionaire Received Thousands of These Missives Recently
The priv\at.'e secretary of a New
York millionaire recently sold as old
paper a package of 7.)0)00 letters, all of
which had been sent to his employer
a little more than three months and
every one tf which was a request for
pecuniary assistanlle.
"For a timen." :ai tlhe secretary."
we got. these letters at the rate of six
ty or seventy a day. It came right
after Mr. Blanlk had contrihuted $5,000
to a fund for ttl. relief of widows and
orphans of vsome West Virginia min
ers who were killld by a gas explo
sion. Th'I gift was accompanied by a
request that nlothing he printed about
it. but it got into the newspapers
somehow and li ilnteiat,'ly the letters
began to pIor in.
"'Ve lhad lv.a las lrai) our share of
begging letters, but. now we were
swamlped. 'the tales of trouble, mis
fortune and .suflfering which were
spread out fort our reading would
have harrowed one's soul, if he didn't
know that they were largely mnanufac
tured.
"Most of thei letters were from wo
men, or purported ,to be. anti all
wanted money. 'The tdemand ranged
from $., to $500). and in every case an
How Kentucky Colonel
Protected the Whisky
"'Did yoil v.''r iwe a Kentucky co!
onel pack a. trul:lk'' aed one1 of a:
hotel lobby groutp thi. other day.
The men addressed saiti "No." and
one of thelnt dlni.ttld"ti. And whalt i
peculiar ai olt it "
"Iu i the o- " I l iho spjil ke ti't tiOli.
had the plea.n:P o1 ,.itnw,sing it tho
other dau' Io was a i olonel fronm
Paduhcalh. anitl I wa,.. lIt it'1 to lilt
room to hovc' ai d:tml, Ht, p)ot'n'i otl,
two tumlll ell 'r , Iof :,d: ,l; l ,vili-4 itis 5r ,
a denlijolhII wih .<'h -=0l,.l i. th." ..trter.
T saw it lntsli ahl ;itl of II.-. :itintkiig
ato large ai do-'" ,'hloot a sign of t
'chaser. buIt it -liuiil ilhave Iee'l aŽ n in -
tilt to the rohllnd fromtl 'lddnlt'ah tot
intimate thu' wat.:r had any l ossible
connection with a I-rinl of whisky.
" 'Wait justl a minute till i patk tUn
trunk,' he said. 'and 1'11 go down
.with you.'
HORSES HAVE NOSE FOR FIRES
Captain or a Fire ComI)pany T'elly a
story to Prove His Claim.
At a certain fi:- station a low per
sons werV. enltgag'd ill feeding Jmn. the
pet horse, witaI duinty morii-ils of
cake and ilsugar. t'he *aain loolted
on apirovingly, iand at lIengthl Ibegall
to talk of hoires.
"Did you ever know," lihe said
"that a horse Ilghlt ilup ill the hti
brigade call .,el1tr a t:ontflagration
miles away V W\Vll. it's a fact. Jim.
there, will take the engine to a fire
withoullt any gulidllance at all. He al
ways knows exac'tly where it is.
"Do youl know wllt hlallppened the
other day? We had been called out
to a small tire. Vw'hith we soon plltt out.
Then we trottl leisuret ly ihome, utlit
we hadn't got far till our11 way when
Jim gave the 'tip' to his companion.
and the horses .Stilienly pricking up
their ears. broke into a gallop.
"It was no I-e trying tio hold them
--I knew they'i .ulllelt a fire. They
took the engine rilnl a -ca)llore or two
of streets, and thenl they pulled upl
short behind a mlallu whose coat-tail.;
were burning. Yol see,. he'd pnt a
lighted pipe in his poc:ket."
Jim, who had been listening atten
tively to the narrative. swished his
til and tried to look through the
stable wall.---Tit-Bits.
Nateral Cave In Montana.
A remarkable natural cave has been
dlcovered in Montana. about fifty
Iils cwat of Butte. A large river
II pressed me a great d@al in those days
e when I was stilT a niere'boy. On one
y occasion I was sitting' in the fore
castle on n-- watch below. chatting
,. with the boatswain's mate. a real old
- tiimer. when our conversation was in
s terrupted by a low wail of agony.
a louder than that usually produced by
e the wind. We listened in deep, awed
silence.
e "'Boy.' said the, goatswains mate.
-ye hear that-that's a seaman's call,
wot's been drownded.'
"Again the wail disturbed the si
6 lence.
S" 'Yes,' said the old sailor, in an
anxious whisper. 'that's some old salt
I wot's lost his life on board this ves
sel--likely he's come for something
lhe's forgot."
"After a while 'I ventured out on
deck. The wails were coming from the
- roof of the foreacstle. I climbed up,
and there found the captain's little
son tugging away at the cat's tall.
which the poor animal was resenting
with the full power of its lungs."
I Time spent in bemoaning the failure
of yesterday will not insure the success
of to-morrow.
address was given and a request made
that the money be sent at once.
"A vast vAriety of excuses were
given for the demands, one of the
most pIopular with women being that
they wanted to have their sons com
plete their education, hut couldn't un
le:ss they had a certain amount of
money at once. and with men, that
they had a chance to embark on a
successful career, and only lacked the
few hundred dollars necessary to get
a start.
"Of course thete were hundreds of
stories of destitution, but like the
others we tos.-ed them aside without
reply. For three months following
this contribution to a fund for the re
lief of miners families these letters
('ontinllted to comlie.
"Then they stopped just as audden
ly as they began, and we are now only
getting the regular supply of five or
six a week. There were in the lot
that I sold to a junkman the other
day in the neighborhood of 7,000 of
these letters and $140 in stamps had
been spent in sending them to us.
"And not one was productive of a
contribution from Mr. Blank."-New
York Sun.
He picked up toe demnijohn. which
was still half full of whisky, and
plaed i it i the oenter of the trunk.
Aroundlll it he woundl a pair of trousiers
and then a rock 1i coat. -Hei kept up
The wrapping pro,'cs ilintil most of his
extra garlilenti. wer. tightly woutnd
altul ld it into tfit' vacant places at
the Iicult er. " stflifed thel rest of the
.'here' I coulhi carry thiut whisky
t t'hii1; :ll , t h i v i. it h nll lllange of
s-Iillin" i drop iin said ; h.' ýte'l"l
oua k age+. sir'v il,' tihe pah ked trunk
with p:II.
'" Ita lie! Ib:('l i ,t n i ;h ' elothes,
ho gh.' . iil 1I. tlhiiking of wrinklets.
"'B:ast the clothes.e said t!te ro'ou!el.
t hat whlisk hias got to he protect
e'd. " --Noew York Tribunlle.
I.ove-' loung dream often bumps up
against a rude awakening.
with a cataractl of about 100 feet was
'cplored for a distance of several
miles without discovering its source
or outlet. A few articles of stone and
I:coppelr uteinsils and some human
bones were also discovered in one of
thit large apartments explored. There
were other evidences that at some
time in a prehistorie period the cave
wa:; used as a habitation. The pres
elt enltrantlce to the cave was made
b)y some lime quarrymen at a point
1.1600 feet above the bed of the Jef
fereon river while engaged in blast
ing rock. The formations of stalac
tite and other natural decorations
throughout the cave are pronounced
the mollt beautiful and varied ever
seen.
Good Easter Story.
T'the advent of Easter has been in
variably followed by a flood of Easter
stories, and this year has proved no
excepltion to the rule. One of the lat
est is told by Rev. Dr. Greer of St.
Bartholomew's church. New York.
It was at the services at the mission
on Blaekwell's island. The exercises
had proceeded in regular style, and
were near to an end.
The clergyman in charge rose and
with becoming dignity announced:
"We will now sing 'Begin, my soul.
thy exalted lay'-a passe-"at the
conclusion of Whioh the aster eggs,
will be passed."
In the general laugh that followed.
the speaker pae among the nrst to
joisa
The Sory with a Seqelue
r~(co/rtQºc 2ýy Doly S /Pkb~mo.)
7 41
"And now, Beot," announced theRii s
Ing Ydutng"Writer, tilthig back"in hi s'
chair from the 'table and confidentially
addressing the ink receptacle, "we
come to the end of the story."
"The beautiful Princess has been
rescued: the Prince has undergone as
many hair-breadth escapLes as we can
really afford to throw in for $8. and
the naughtyogre has been killed off by
partaking of a box of poisoned dragons
'sent anonymously through the malls.
An up-to-date touch, that last, Botty,
my boy."
The container of writing fluid re
maining unresponsive, he continued.
"Some folks say, Mr. Bottle, that a
writer always pictures in his hero
himself, but I doubt that. I guess my
heroes are mostly composite creatures,
with just enough of me in their make
up to furnish them with movable
joints. so to speak. at the knees and
elbows."
"But I'll tell you who poses for my
villains-all of them," declaimed the
R. Y. W., with vehemence. "Mister
Dennis Q. Smith. commonly called
Denny. Fate tried to conceal him. I
suppose. but I wish she had gone far
enough to have him born in a settle
ment off the railroad in Afghanistan,
and made Afghanistan an undiscover
ed island, and instigated international
laws against exploring. Denny is a
smiling, ,rood-natured chap. too, and
r could like him. were he not fool
enough to see the good qualities in the
girl I like, and to carry his audacity
to the point of liking her also."
Nothing being forthcoming from the
insensate vial. the R. Y. W. kept it up.
with much satisfaction.
"But let him smile and smile-he'll
always be my villains. He's been the
hard-heartedt usurer, that turned
out the widows and orphans in
the cold. cold snow: he's been the
faithless lawyer that destroyed the
will and left the rightful heir nothing
hut a niourning ring and starvation.
He's committed every dastardly deed
front treason and arson to bolting the
straight Prohibition ticket: and in
our present story. Beot. I've made him
the horrible ogre. a fiendish outcast.
and carried his degradation to such a
degree as to make him opposed to the
higher criticism, and in disgrace with
the administration.
"I've heaped indignity. contumely.
and insult upon him. I've made him
a victim of moving accidents by field
and flood. I'vi shuffttled him off this
mortal coil by every known means
from the wheel and rack to choking to
death on a collar button,. notwith
standing which. I invariably find him
occupying her front steps or parlor
sofa o' night on Tuesdays. Thursdays
and Sundays.
"But never mind. Bot. I'm sure she's I
mine
So what care I
Though Smith be nigh?
I'll live for Nan
For Nan I'll die."
A knock came upon the door. The
warbler arose and admitted, decided- i
ly to his surprise and discomfiture, the
very lady, the subject of his impas- I
stoned ditty and object of his affec- i
tions. Perhaps lihe wondered how thick t
t-e woodwork was.
'Why, what on earth. Nan-" he
began. s
"I have mnothin; to t.11 you. Dick. '
reitlied the vonllg lady. iu a tont, that /
might tlav' b''eln flirtner.
'Yon! mtttust It.l '- Lut won't you
Sllt~mt'o a
Shiave n -bait'?''
"N .t, it won't take buit a nmiutte.
sh went oil. " l)i.. I it going to Ihe
married."
Now ")i)ck' lIai oftetI imagine.: v
he" telling hit: lhis very thing. atI .
hinimself nobly resigllilg lh1," alknowl- e
edging his own iutter unworthlnes. t
wishing her joy. and so on. A quite d
humlaln sort of picture aind one that
nlost. lovers have sometiles conjurerl
up. Neverthetless. it hit him hard.
and the only speech he could frame
was the very uInronmantic. yet natural I
question. "WVho to?" t
''You know-Denny."
"But isn't this rather sudden?"
"Maybe it is." said the girl, half de- k
fianutly. "but his uncle died and left
Tilted back i his chair. 0
"-im ten thousand dollars. and he
came and asked me. and I Just
aouldn't stand that factory any long
or, and now I've got to go oa with
i.t. for yesterday I quit. And you
know, Dick, I never said I didn't like
him as well-as I do you."
"I should think you'd like him ten
thousand times as well."
"ia needn't talk that way, Dick."
"Well, then, ten thousand dollars is
no princely fortune. I might make
that much eventually wiua a Ilanglen
5- "Yes. S1ck, you might, and I trul:
Is' ' b6pi yt b'"ji ll="fut.:"'Dick, you never
Y have-'.an8d what" was I to do?"
' "Ten thousand dollars won't las
forever," he continued, ignoring her
n gentle. yet rankling reminder; -
* "No, but Denny is going to invest
a part of it. and open a printing, shop
4 with the rest, and it will be a good
y start fog--for him."
' "Printing shop!" he sneered, "You'll
i. have a man of letters, after all, won't
r. you?"
"Now, Dicir you needn't talk like
- that, .At:',rst: was going to write yoe,
-a=ter it wfa~ver. but that seemed
a kind 'of sneakyand I've always beer.
0 honest with you, haven't I. Dick?"
Y "Yes. Nan," he admitted, "you
. have."
"And you know that work-room was
a no place for me."
d "It was not."
"And I had nothing else. And I
Y would have waited for you, Dick. if
r
a
"Dick, I'm going to be married.
you had ever seemed able to get along
-even if only enough to barely take
care of me. It's not the money, Dick,
though ten thousand dollars is a great
deal."
"Yes." he said. "it is. Especially to
earn on the payment-on-publication
plan."
'And I couldn't stand it anc longer.
Dick. The heat, the dirt, the awful
noise-they were just driving me to
death. And you know you've said
yourself. mally a time, you wouldn't
blamne nte. no matter what I did to
get away fronl there."
"I'n not blanling you." be replied
quietly.
"But I blame myself for-for what
has happened, for I know you liked
me, Dick, and 1 liked you. I'm sorry.
It's just circumstances, Dick."
"Just circumstances, Nan."
"And Denny, he likes me, too," she
said softly.
"Where is he?"
"He's waiting for me on the land
ing."
Dick went to the door and called to
him: "Come in. Denny. "I'm not go
ing to have at thee. or anything of
that sort. Conicme on in."
Denny came in and stood mainly on
one foot, and gazed at the floor with
as 1n1c-h apparent absorption as if he
had never previously seen any contri
vanllce of the kltl(d. It was an embarass
ingy situuationl. and all three stood ill
Iat ase. the girl particularly so.
A descrilptionl of her probatbly would
be n iri ierI, libut it ma!es no difference
whlether she had blul eyve. and brown
hair. or biown eyes and bilue hair. She
was the" In1' girl for each of these men,
or at least eail thoulght so, which1 is
enough. A.* for her eyes. it would at
that mlomentil hlave been diflicult to
determinelln their color. even had she
held tilhem upll. for by this tinme they
were blllrredt and moist.
Finally Dick spoke: "'W~ell. I sup
pose I ought to say somethlling. Denny,
1 know you'll be good to her and all
tiat, ibecause I guess you love her just
as well as anybody could. And I con
gratulate you on your inheritance, you
know. Woluldn't object to having
some kin of that kind myself, but I
was always careless about selecting
my relations."
And then I)enny muttered some
thing about "thanks." and the girl
glanced at Dick, and somehow or
other the pair of them stumbled out.
The Rising Young Writer went
back to his table, and for a long time
he sat there quiet, while the shadow
of the squat ink bottle grew and grew
and lay across the floor, a broad,
black lar.
At last he gathered the scattered
sheets of paper together and again
took up his pen. "We must finish it
up, Bot." he said, "for time. and the
day of issue, wait for no man."
"And so the Prince came to his
own." he read aloud as he wrote it.
"andt married the Princess, and they
lived happily together ever alter."
"And that. Bot." he said, putting
aside the pen. "I guess is the end of
the story."
There came another knock upon the
door, but this time it swung swiftly
open. She did not enter, but stood
looking at him in a way that he had
never seen her look before. Then she
smiled, ever so slightly.
"Maybe there's a sequel. Dick," she
said.
Foreign Tour for G0e. Wood.
Governor teneral Leonard Wood,
after the evacuation of Cuba, will be
granted a long leave of absence, which
he tL to spend abroad with his fam
ily.
God's presence makes the great
church.
QUEER ItUNTtNO . :,
..;Jd Man Beit Pulliam and ihis wife.
have gone to their rest. says a dis
patch from Uvalde. Texas. but they
will be remembered here for long as
the queerest. deer-hunting .couple, and
thi most successful. that this part of
the state has known. They were wed
ded for 50 years and had no children.
They had a dog. however, a yellow,
discouraged looking brute, which car
ried its tail between its legs and
showed two trout teeth to the world
when shambling along. It found in-the
Pulliam.s its only friends.
Where they got it no other body
ever knew. It worked for them more
than a dozen years. Tbhey were bread
and meat to It; it was bread and meat
to them. They lived the year around
on the produce of five months' work.
and this Iroduce was deer meat and
deer hides.
It was the ,custom- of the Pulliams
to leave 'valtde in November of each
year. They carried a frying pan. a
Dutch ovlen. a coffee pot. a few pounds
of supplies and a tent-fly. The old
malt hadl a muzzle-loading rifle of .50
bore. powder. bullet,. patching and
percussion caps.
So supplied, they strulck out over th..
prairies and through the mesquite and
the dog followed. It does not rain
much here in the winter tinle and it
does not get cold.
Reaching a suitable place. with
water near. tiley stretched the tent
fly over limbs. cooked supper and
Wonderful Mining Operation
Completed at Johannesburgf
A bore hole which was begun in
January. 1899. with a Sullivan dia
mond drill, near Johannesburg. South
Africa. was recently completed slluc
cessfully.
The drill hole on the Tiu:f clui
grounds, which is nearly two miles
from the outcrop of the main reef.
struck the main reef at 4.800 feet, or
within twenty-five feet of the depth
at which it was expected formation
would be struck. A curiols feature
in connection with the sinking of this
bore hole was the fact that the rods
were left in the hole for twenty
months, while hostilities were going
on. The details of the work when
it was renewed are best given in the
report of the engineers:
.'Having completed all our prepara
tions. we started to withdraw the rods
on Sunday morning. May "t6. at 9:10.
The full pressure of steam at our dis
posal was applied, and as tire rods
took the strain it was a moment of
great anxiety to the onlookers, and we
held our breath in suspense, as it was
seen that the rods had not moved an
inch. The next moment. however, to
Rosecrans Scared Correspondent Left
for the North
Whitelaw Reid in a urry
W1hitelaw Reid. ota s.pecial amnitas
sador to tht' coronation of King Ed
ward VII.. ,'a. t h hero of it lii'l
epis.ode whiih j ,!!> old (;"n. Rose
e'rals was very fold of narrating. Say.s
Ithe New York Herald.
It seelmsf , at'orLdullu to lit -t-)fy.
that IMr. RePd. at that time a youlln
mian. Wva Slr'Ving as war orresponlid
ent for the ('iniinnati (Conrlereia l
Gazette with Rosei(rans army in Wen'ty.
Virginia. He did sotme good work.
too, but one day "Old Rosey" was as
tonished to see in the paper, over the
initials "*V. R.," a dispatcrh des':rib
ing the holpeles., barbariastn and ignor
ance of the natites of that part of the
country in which. by way of illustra
tion, the writer sail:
"So absolutely stupid are these peo
ple that actually it has never occurred
to them, although they are such bitter
foes to the northern cautse. to cut ouir
telegraph wires."
Said Rosecrans:
"I sent an orderly to fetch MIr.
Reid--'Whitey.' the boys used to call
tim--and I said to him: 'Do you know
that I ought to have you shot?'
"Mr. Reid looked unpleasantly sur
prised, and so 1 addea: 'Apparently
you don't realize what you have done.
Here is a letter of yours which I have
been reading. You might just as well
ºUTHOR SCORES ON PUBLISHER.
Downtrodden Writer Who Got Even
with His Trrant.
Only the rattle of the wheels on the
rails disturbed the quiet of the smock
ing car on one of the suburban trains
the other morning, save when a pro
Iclent card player announced the
number to be scored at the end of a
hand. A certain publisher, who never
failed to travel on that train, for a
wonder was silent, and had no tales
to tell of the enormous circulation
of the last book he had wheedled out
AI the author for "almost nothing."
After a while the author, who occa
sionally travels on the same train, got
on at a small station.
"Hello, Blank," roared out the pub
lisher as soop as the author loomed uP
in the doorway, fixing the atteniiotio
et the car on the twain: "I saye did
went to sleep. The pid man rose ,erl
1i the morning,. drank- a cup o~' cu Rsp
and began his hunt alone. He did not
tell his wife where he was gotnai an
she did not care to `know.
Tw-o hours aftgrward she untied the
yellow dog ane it took up its master's
track. No matter what the condition
of the ground or the weather, this
brute, with its ugly face and Its won
derful nose. stuck to the trail wlthonut
fadlt.
After traveling for a half hour or
an hour. the woman and the dog would
come to the carcass of a deer freshly
slain. Mrs. Pulliam would skin it
deftly, wrap up the skin. and the dog.
gulping a hunk of flesh. would lower
its muzzle to earth and resume its
saunter.
This went on all day and every day
until the neighborhood furnished no
molre deer: then a move was made.
The Pulliams came into the small
towns only to sell the hides, some
dried venison and purchase supplies.
They have been known to sell more
than a thousand skins between Nov. 1
and March I. These skins brought
them something like $500 and the
jerked venison was worth $100 more.
W'hen the dog died they got another,
but it was not so good, and Mrs. Pul
liam often failed to rind deer her wan
dring old lord had knocked down.
'They hunted almost to the last. how
ever, and made a sort of living from
it.
our great relief and delight, they
gradually and evenly slipped outward,
and so continued to lift, without a
hitch. throughout the day. so that at
knuoelilg-off time we had pulled 1,851.
feet. Work was resumed at daylight
on the following Monday morning and
we ate happy to inform you that by
10 a. m. on that day all thei rods
were safely out of the hole
"The nature of the ground passed
through was fairly favorable. and the
regular Rand formation."
Brazilian carbons, which to-day are
worth £9 per carat. or about four
times the value of ordinary diamond~s,
were used in the drilling.
The weight of the rod. whicih car
ried out this operation was sixteen
tons. To prevent such an enormous
weight lpressing too heavily on the
carbous while drilling, the rot'.0 a
suspended on a hydraulic cyziltder.
which allowed the rods to descend as
desired: in fact, the enormous pres
sure of the rods could have been run
at a weight just sufficient to tickle
one's hand if necessary.-Mlne-; and
Minerals.
mi " i'Od'i iawl ' 1 >' i t o di al
" to.- h i, .: , -In ai td vl l
whnOi I Shu wel tIh ii't to CdiJppij '-jt
.2 l l" LjIf iaa" ,i . .' :eý.I:' li t aiu
"t tOUIt aimu w,,: , :: i O :g,,. :tIlvo
t'at"-ge e r lo t o" th" , ,il; ar-*ll nt, to'll
.'11 I sh(_we't i , i 'th ltter ,ippe "i,,x
.ignature cut on: Si ;,1 "'us ha' 'gilt
to be donlt w ii t n ,tlt C Ipa i 'r,
(peilde,'lt who pl laki heI that Shoot
him?'
""i'he juidg" ri.,t I It rolgil raveI y
lhanded it ba"k t, m-" atu, s+ad: No,
I wouldun' do that. You ought to thang
him.'
" I think v-i are right.' I replied.
Thon I rod' i 'k to mly own qu arters
with Reid anld ihot a 'ry brief eon -
versation with him. saying I havent't
decided. young uman, which shall be
done with you. I'll see you in the
lmorning. Good night "
"I inquired for ir. RF.il th", mnxt
morning, but, to my great :sst)lish_
ment. he had left camp for the north
some hourl earlier on the ast-t hor a
he could obtain. I have n.ver deeD
himu since."
you get that cheek I s~nt you yester
day?"
"I'mn sure." replied the author, mod
estly. "I don't know; I got so many
chee'k yesterday."
"Why. I mean the one for $70 for
that short story of yours I accepted4"
said the publisher in a loud voice.
"Oh, yes," quietly replied the author.
"I recollect now. Yes. I got it. It
was for that story I sent you last year
which you returned saying it was dead
'rot' and paid seventy for this year."
With one voice the company of card
players cried:
"Score one!"
But amid the laughter the hilarious
note of the publisher was heard not.
Ieaoklyn Eagle.
wreat .eaaure -do oa baed - lar
housLe.
