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D ,uky dapd blue a old 'ses ti ",But the faireat flower was at any side! Bte.pin.g between them, ascarce had she A ;ook for .that flushed galaxy. , . iut laughlng went. The acacla tree., ilbaded. hung Just too low; her hair Was powdered with loose petals there! The 'tralling, flounced, and silken gown, Heedless broke my carnations down; Bhe tore a rosespray, with a frown Cast it away-"too deep a red ' PTor her walst-ribbons," so she saidl When I came back, the grass dew-wet. . ,The scent of sweet peas, melnonette, Was all about me. I forget The hour of coming, but I knew BEach petal of the rose she threw There on the pathway. I could feel With its red heart, the crushing heel " Trampling out swift all beauty sweet, Beneath such dainty, careless .feet! TKi WOOING OF ANGELA. By E. H. LANCASTER. S:" ' (00pyright, 12, by DAILY STOrY PUULISEImG COMPANY.) a w hear how T'eophile come to maunrri gela Not Das one good Story. .Ys' 'Old Ann Linsna took a long pull at -the .`istte, leaned bak on the log, clasped 'hisb- 'n t nds about his knei .and :smiled itatively at the ces that frose and fell -in the hollow. Sorton ftrowned. He dAd not want -to hear ethe -story. Not that he doubt ed It's being "good." Lizana was a .Frenchman. :French -fo the heart. He could tell a story, -even a bad story, n. ck for listeners. I - know. But, yes; It is this way, t Your Frenchman can be a hog; say ,things, do things, even write things quite hoggish and altogether dreidful. And yet people smile. Comment? The hog is only a curl-tailed pig after all, with his impudent nose in the air, aid his roguish -ey asquint. Ah, but it is different with your Englishman. When sheplays the hog he must needs eat carrion and roll in the mud-the' ~lry vileat mud. A hog is a filthy brute, dion't you know? And whatever be elects to do, be it bravery or brut. ishnes, -John English goes the whole thing. Your American looks on and laughs-If he is not too busy with his moneeymnaking. - .ut this was not a bad story; any girl cduld have heard it. Why should Morton hold back ftrom the tempting treat? 'Well, there web several reasons. The story was hard on his host. This was Theophile Lesseir's chopping, and it is hardly fair to laugh at a man be. hind his back while you drink his Anisette. Rather, one should chop logs into coal kiln lengths, as one is expected to do, as those young fellows down there in the hollow were doing. Running races and guying one another on to exertions truly strenuous. Giv. ing promise of a successful chopping. "T'eophile git hees wood all cot dis time, she," grinned old man Li sana. He slapped his leg, guffawed, tipped the Anisette jug, and resumed his story. Morton laid down in ,the grass. He wanted to bear and het did not want to make the old manri ? Out certainment. He was in love with the old man's daughter, the pretty Camille. -'%(l men with pretty daughters are generally popular with young men-at least, it is so on Bayou Des Arcadien. "Et was dis way," the old man be gan, "T'eophile, he been comin' see Angela long time, long time, yas. Evva since dey was chillun." Morton nodded. He knew well the customs of the people he had elected to live with. Their long wooings; their early marriages and hard-work. ing, patient lives. Dumb, unrespon. sive, pathetic, with a strange note of poetic joyousness running through the whole. Puzzling and foiling alike to psych. ologist and politician. "Sir," said the psychologst, "your Cajan will give a lazy ha ha, where any other white man would swear and then, sir, turn around and fly into a perfect frenzy of rage at nothing." "Sir," responded the politician, who -- I' "Das one good story, yas." had once paid a 'CaJan's poll tax in order to get his vote, and had not gotten it. "Sir, if one of those pig headed, numbskulls gets an idea into his head, nothing short of dynamite ,will get It out. You may talk your i as hoarse as a dry-weather frog, .phlle he sits there rolling cigarettes iand ylrag 'Das-so, das-so, yas.' By -{ .Cgreat Lord Harry, sir, when you ,in-v' , him he is exactly where you Meanwhile, old man Lizana telling the story of Theophile's long wooing. A pretty tale, all flecked over with moonbeams and wild flowers. A story too, of long, Jonely rides through the small hours when the boy, having sat half the night on the steps with his fawn-eyed sweetheart, made his way to the distant logging camp. Riding hard that his team might be the first to role out at crack of dawn. Old man Lizana sketched it all in graphically, and Morton lay in the grass, giving as much heed to the song of the axes in the hollow as to the slow, drawling voice at his elbow. When the old fellow leaned forward and spread out his toil-twisted fingers, it would be time enough to listen. Presently that time came. A knotty "Goin' marry dat girl? Goin' die?" forefinger slipped its interlacing fel lows, and pointed southward. "Angela's papa leve down yondah. He fesh for de fact'ry. Mebbe he be gone week, mebbe mont'. -Neva know. Eef he find plainte shrimp de first day-" the heavy, stooped shoulders came into play. "'Twas while he was gone das Angela and T'eophile fall out. I nevva hear what he do but Angela git m-a-d. Call heem polecat. Den T'eophile he git mad, too. But hees mad was diff'rent from Angela. Girl git mad more quick dan boy, 'but boy stay mad, das-so, yas. T'eophile, he go down to de store and mek beeg brag. Say he want nevva goin' marry des lay low. By-em-by here come T'eophile, walkin' mighty beeg and whistle. Shake out hees sail and slide off from de wharf, slow and quiet. Dey want moch breeze. Eet was jes' be fore day and mos' always eet's mighte steel jes befo' day. But T'eophile keep sleepin' away, sleepin' away, till he get good piece out and old man ain't showed op ylt. Dere was his boat all tied up and dere was T'eo phile. Where was the old man? Jes don a leetle skeet poke eets nose out from under de wharf. I see a man's back an' den de old man's cap and Angela. No. He goln' sell bees horst and buy boat. Den he goin' way. Long way, yas. Over to Louisiana. And he did. 'Cajan don' talk for nothin:' He sell hees horse and buy bees boat -and Jes 'bout dat time Angela's papa come home. "Down to the store dey tell him 'bout beeg brag T'eophlle mek. How he say he ain't nevva goin' marry An gela. and how he gein' start early next mornin' for Louisiana. "Old man didn' say moch. No, das 'Cajan's way when som'in' goin' hap pen. But me, I Know. Early next mornin' I go down on de wharf and som'pin black on the las' seat, and den I know what's goin' happen. "Sko, but dat skeef move, yas. Run like scared deer. And T'eophile's boat goin' slow, more slow. De wind almost dying out. Den T'eophile, he catch on. He git out bees oars and begin to pull. Pull h-a-r-d. 'Twas fonne, yas. Heem in dat beeg boat, and das skeef runnin' like scared deer. Fonne? Yas. But it didn't las' long. 'Bout t'ree minutes old man pull in hobees oars and stand op. Dey want no more black t'ing on de las' seat, but dere was som'pin against de old man's shoulder and som'pin close to hees cheek. And T'eophile's sail so steel it couldn' scare a fly. Leetle while ev't'ing mighty quiet, don de old man's voice come over de wat' "'Goin' marry dat girl? Goin' die?' "T'eophile, he look at de old man over dat gun, look at de sail, look all round. Den he pick up de line and trow heem to Angela's papa. And de next day he marry Angelal "Iowa. to de store, dey lay T'e. walked sirg fEia mot elt s alt l0 dt. There might 'be .tomething ir pi resque about. this breadh'f' Po: - ise ,suit, that: was heard,' :tried and. deolded all inlside of thtree -minutes by ean old man in a bbota ,while the, beautiful early 'light broke over the dreamt- waters, but Morton's soliloquy took another turn. "That's the way with these.eussed 'Cajans. When their blood's up they. don't care that for the laws of 'God Or man. The women are beautiful and obedient, the men peaceful as well fed steers if you don't make them mad. If you do-" Morton found his horse, mounted it and rode away. Ho had decided not to stay for the dance that would wind up the chopping Camille would be there? Yes, but then, it was Camille's papa who had just been telling him that "one good story." DESERVED TO SAVE HIS LIFE. Unparalleled Fortitude Exhibited by German Forester. Fritz Werner was a German forest. er. One day a stag gored him fright fully in the abdomen, As the infuriated animal pulled out his antlers, backed away and pre pared for a second charge, the injur ed man propped himself on an elbow and fired just as the stag was closing in on him. The animal fell dead and the man fainted away. When he recovered- consciousness he found that he could not attract at tention by shouting. He realized that he was out of the beaten paths and that unless he dragged himself to a frequented place he would surely die. So he began dragging himself through the forest in the direction of his em ployer's house, three miles.away. He started on his journey at noon; at 3 o'clock the next morning the oc cupants of the house were aroused,by the explosion of a gun nearby. In vestigating they found the forester in a dead faint, and nearly dead from loss of blood, lying on the lawn. By his side was a smoking gun. When the injured man got so that he could speak and tell his story, his master asked him: "But why did you drag that heavy gun all the way?" "I knew that I couldn't shout when I did reach an inhabitable place," was the reply, "so I brought it along to attract attention. I didn't think of it until I had crawled for half a mile, then I crawled back got it." Dangers of Life. A beautiful ship sailed out of the bay. Unconscious of reef or storm; The sunbeams danced on the laughing waves That fondled her graceful form . But the night came down, and the storm burst forth. And a hidden rock was there The fair ship struck on a treacheronu ledge, And sank, mid a cry of despair! A fair young girl with her innocent heart Sailed out on the social sea; A breath of flattery filled each sail. And life was an ecstasy. A hidden reef. and the passion storm Lurked cruelly there to ban She trusted love-and I :r life was wrecked On the traitorous heart of man! How fair she looks even lying here With the city's nameless dead. The golden hair o'er her waxen brow - Like an angel's pinion spread. 0, mother, who waits for the der one'a voice That evermore is dumb! God pity us all, for we know not how Or when the e'nd may cyme! -I'. 8. C'assidy in the Washington Times New Use for Bees. Down on Long Island the farmers have discovered that persons suffering from rheumatism and sciatica can ob tain relief by allowing honey bees to sting the affected parts. This is a very unpleasant process and entirely unnecessary. The poison of the bee sting is chiefly formic acid. This acid is also found in stinging nettles, in ants and some varieties of caterpil lars. There is no dificulty in prepar ing formic acid, and it would seem that physicians might findt advan tageous to experiment with" it as a remedy for rheumatic troubles-either in acid form or in formates. Certain ly some means can be devised of in troducing it into the circulation less painful than allowing bees to sting e rheumatic sufferer by whdtfesale. Great Day for Tipplers. John Massengale, a wealthy 60-year oldfunchman of Macon county, Mis sou~r- was married last week to the w'idow of his cousin. He and his in tended drove to a preacher's house in Macon, and were married as they nat in a buggy. Then the happy bride groom called up his lawyer by tele phone and told him to see that for the remainder of the day no saloon keeper should accept money from his customers. "It's my treat," said he, "and you send the bills to my ranch." Such a jamboree resulted as Macon had never before seen, which was probably the bridegroom's idea of a fitting celebration. The Vital Question. It was during the heat of the great campaign. The orator of the even ing became eloquent as he reached his peroration. "Men of the 'Steenth Assembly District, are you husbands, are you fathers are you men? In a word, are you willing to sell your auts frages?" "Now, that's business," cried a rough voice from the crowd. "Hoe much will you paY for them?" t · c . _ .._ _ .- :. _ _...... ý a::. ' '-..Sc;; Life in the- tropics has little of the strenuousness associated with the struggle for existence in these northern climes. Nature provides --mr--------------- ~ m TO DESTROY WILD BEASTS Scheme in India That Closely Ap proaches Actual Warfare. In siRtQ of the many plans which have been tried by the Indian govern ment, there is no diminution, but rath er the contrary, in the number of deaths caused by wild beasts. Varl ous conjectures are hazarded to ac-; count for this failure of the executive, but it is pretty well agreed that the destruction of game by sportsmen and by drought compels tigers, leopards, wolves, and hyenas to prey to a great er extent on humanity. Whether that be the case or not, Lord Curzon has unquestionably gone the right way to work by resorting tp, the novel expedient of employing Goorkha soldiers in some of the worst infested districts. Born sportsmen as they, are, and perfectly fearless, they readily take up with this new sort of military duty, and there seems every likelihood that the venture, if perse vered with, will be crowned with com plete success. Wolves are, it appears, much greater delinquents than the more lordly carnivora; they are debited with nearly 300 deaths per an num in the United Provinces alone. But they will have a hot time of it when the Goorkhas carry out their proposed scheme of a scieirtific juim gle hunt, much on the lines of Lord Kitchener's blockhouse system. First one patch, then another, will be sur rounded and cleared by detachments marching concentrically, the intervals letween them being filled up with heaters thumping on tom toms as at a tiger hunt. There will be a reward it may be assumed, for every wolf or other man-killing animal slain, but the Goorkha does not need any monetary inducement to enlist his best services for such thoroughly congenial work. Big Length of Cable Laid. Another stretch of the long Cana dian-Australian cable has been com-· pleted, the big cable-laying steamship Colonia having placed on the Pacific ocean's bed its one load of 3,540 miles cf cable, which it took out from Victoria, B. C., Sept. 18. The captain of the vessel reported that everything went splendidly on the voyage, and that there was not a hitch of any I ANOTHER RAIN-MAKING DEVICE I j -.-,' " " •°. ' . - I, , .~ On the principle that if a current of warm moisture-laden air is made to rise to loftier and cooler attitudes, clouds will be made to yield up rain, an interesting deduction has been made by the Hon. Rollo Russell of London, England. Russell has written a book on the subject of regulating rainfall in sec tions of country which get either too little or too much of it. The London meteorological office has expressed itself favorably as to the practicability of the scheme. Russell's plan is to ereot walls so that- the rainfall on the side from whieh ~ revallias inds. blow will be almost every necessity, and the climate breeds habits of indol ence, so that the happy languor of the inhabitants of the aamas is ·---------------- ~ C--- kind. The route over which the stretch of cable was laid has a re markably even bottom, and this sim plified the work, although the section is said to be the longest in the world. This now leaves a section of 2,100 nautical miles between Fanning island and Suva, in the Fiji islands, to complete the cable. Could Not Work Judge. Judge Foster of the New York court of general seasons has put the stamp of legal condemnation on the idea that CABLES IN THE PACIFIC MrODWAVA YIýIO WAKE D" San Francisco to the Philppines. San Francisco to the Philippines. it is wise for a woman to marry a criminal for the purpose of reforming him. The judge was asked to suspend sentence on a young man convicted of larceny because the accused was en Laged to "an estimable young lady." Ills honor refused, saying he had in vestigated the fellow's record and found it bad. He added a hope that the young woman would also Laiesti gate and take back her promise to mrarry. Then he sentenced the man to six months in the penitentiary. greater, while on the other side there would be no rain at all. In this way he would make London or any other great city free from rainy days, while, at the same time, giving plenty of rain to the suburbanites and farmers round about. The wall idea was suggested to Rus sell from the fact that hills by caus ing the clouds to rise, produced prem ature precipitation. Russell suggests that walls -300 feet high and five or six miles long would bring about the desired result. He believes that Lou don's fog nuisance could also be 'm-w terially lessened by the aid of is "*reln wais. . • not surprising. Our llustration shows a street scene in Grans town at midday, the time of the inevitable siesta. EVERYTHING UNDER ONE ROOF Discovery of a Man From Up the State In a City. Hotel. "I never appreciated the complete ness of your big hotels," said the trav eler from up the state, "so much as this trip. "I got in about 7 one night and went to one of them I had to get into my evening clothes in a hurry and hustle to keep an appointment.. "I'd Just begun to get ready when I discovered that I couldn't open my trunk. Something was wrong with the lock and I thought I was up against it for fair. "On general principles, I hit the but ton for a bellboy and told my troubles. "'Is that all?' he says. 'I'll send the locksmith up in a minute.' "'Do you keep a locksmith on all the time?' I asked. "'Sure,' he says. "In about five minutes a man float ed in with an outfit that would have opened a burglar-proof vault. He had the trunk open while I was taking off my coat and vest. "But that wasn't all. He had to take the lock off, so I said: "'Where'll I send this to now so's I can get a new lock on in a hurry to morrow?' "'Scud it out!' he says. 'You don't need to. I'm only the night lock smith, and I haven't got all the tools handy, but if you'll send for the day locksmith in the morning he'll put a new lock on it for you in a few min utes.' "And he did. Maybe that's nothing new for you New Yorkers, but to a man from a cross-roads' village like Rochester, it seemed about the limit on havirg everything under one roof." -New York Sun. Hardly the Same Thing. Senator Mason of Illinois is the pos sessor of a fine voice. He exercises it frequently when at his home by singing melodies that strike his fancy. The other day he received a compli ment upon his vocal abilities. At least he thought it was a compliment unatil it was explained to him.. The senator tells the story. "I was out at my summer home," he said, "and as usual I went around singing. One day my daughter came to me. "'Father,' said she, 'Mrs. X. thinks you have a fine voice.' "I was quite flattered. "''What makes you think so?' I asked. "'Oh, she told me the other day that you sang neavelly.' "Well, for a niim te I wanted to send for Mrs. .I aid ask her If she wanted aW hs. en .my daugb~ ter SullIe 1t, eomjpliment. e n "ir·~LP- · 4l:;