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CAPE OIRARDEMT. - ?.M-SnRT,
Xoyeltlea in Hanglnss for the Nook
In the Wintertime.
Artistic draperies add so much to any
florae that news of the newest fash
Ions in portieres and hangings is al
ways welcome at this season. In many
of the apartment houses the janitor
needs the services of a boy to do noth
ing but "take doors down," for the
drapery-loving tenants, who combine
economy of space and luxury of effect
by draping every doorway with hang
j'gs to match the tinting of the rooms.
Among the novelties in autumn hang
ings are brocades, serges, plushes
plain and stamped damasks, tapestries
and a new material called "silk mate
lasse." which can be obtained in rose
and white, b'ue and white, yellow and
white and green and white, and can
by used for portieres, tab!e covers, cur
tains or mantel drapery. Some of the
new brocades have raised designs in
sc If colors. The most popular tints are
green, yellow, Indian red and gray
b.ue. Golden yellows and pearly grays
brocaded with huge sprays of bouquets
sf gorgeous hued flowers are extreme
ly handsome and have a dignified and
stately air when hung in the daintily
precise French drawing-rooms now so
familiar to even "middle class" per
sons. A brocade of this description has
a soft, luminous sheen like heavy satin.
If was of creamy white, divided into
12-ineb wide stripes by lines of pale
yellow. The white ground was scat
tered with bunches of red flowers, the
leaves and foliage richly intermingled
with threads of gold and silver. Hose
s.nd blue, soft shades of brown with
salmon pink, white and gold and odd
tones of red, green and gray are all
new and beautiful. The printed piu
rhettes are among the less expensive
draperies, and are effective and useful
when chosen with an eye to their sur
roundings. They come in blue, red.
golden brown, baize-green, terra cotta,
old rose and various lighter and darker
shades of these colors. The pattern is
usually of a lighter shade of the same
hue and fleur-de-lis or large flowers are
the regulation design. Some of the
daintier designs are taken from Louis
XV. and XVI. styles and show stripes
of flowers in natural tints, wreaths and
bouquets with floating ribbons. These
are very dainty and uncommon. Ar
tistic women are fond of serge draper
it s. and they can be had in all the beauti
ful art shades. Serge for drapery is not
the ordinary, wiry, ribby stuff that one
associates with ready-made suits. It is
soft and has a surface like a faced cloth.
Serge figured in a lighter shade of the
same tint as the ground of the material
is exceedingly attractive and will prob
ably supersede the plain material in
popular favor. X. Y. Commercial-Advertiser.
HORRORS IN HOTTENTOT LAND
The Fearfol Kivoc" of the ticrman
I.anffnnce In Sonth Afrien.
Among the Hottentots (Hottentoten)
jhe kangaroos (I'eutelratte) are found
in great numbers. Many of them wan
der over the country, free and unmo
lested; others less fortunate are taken
by hunters and put into cages (Kotter).
provided with covers ( Lattengitter) to
keep out the rain. These cages are
called in German Lattengitterwetter
kotter, and the kangaroo, after his im
prisonment, takes the name of Latten-
gitterwetterkotterbeutelratte. One day ;
an assassin ( Attentater) was arrested ;
who had killed a Hottentot woman !
Hottentotenmiittcr, the mother of twe ;
tupid and si littering children in Strat- .
tertrottt-1. This woman, in the German
language, is entitled Hottentotenstrot- '
tertrottdmutter, ami her assasin take?
the name HottentotenstrotU-nmitter-r.ttentater.
The murderer was confined
in a kangaroo's cage Hi-utt Iratter.lai
tenyitterwetterkottrr, whence a few
lay.s later lie escaped: but fortunate
v he was recaptured by a Hottentot. '
who presented himelf at the mayor 3
-jilicc. with beaming face.
"I have captured the Beuteiratte
"Which one?" lepiied the mayor, "we
kotterbeutelratte." "Which Attentater are you talking
"About the Hottentotenstrottertrot
te'mutterattentater." "Then why don't you say at once
terlattengitterwetterkotterbeute I ra t -te?"
The Hottentot fled in dismay. Dres
Brut Way to Make Lemonade.
The best lemonade is made by boil
ing sugar and water together and add
ing the lemon juice after it is cold. I'se
one pound of sugar to each quart ol
water; add the juice of six lemons and
the desired quantity of water at serv
ing time. Pineapple lemonade may be
made by boiling together one quart ol
water, one pound of sugar and the
grated rind of one lemon for five min
utes. Strain; when co'.d. add the juice
f six lemons, one pineapple pared and
picked into small particles, and either
a quart of water or a quart of Apolli
naris water. Ladies' Home Journal.
To Wear with the Tailor tiown.
Selerines of fur te the stylish thing
to wear with the tailor gown. The
long stole ends are trimmed with in
numerable tails, and the effect is
charming. Hows of black or colored
satin riblKin decorate some of the new
fur boas, set in at interval-- the entire
length. Chicago Times-Herald.
The British soldier receives daily
as rations 20 ounces of biscuit, 14 ounces
of meat, seven ounces of peas or beans,
two ounces of sugar and one ouac ol
alnt rot no
'Cause my mam
ma's husban' he
'1st forgot he baa a
Afs what my ma's
Pa. at's my ma'
Trees ain't fash'able these days:
Ast him why. an' pa says: " 'Cause
Don't b'lieve tn Santa Claus!"
Says he hates the noise and fuss.
Makes him agpravate an' cuss;
Don't see why ma keeps him, he
Ain't no use "at I can see.
F me was him an' him was me.
Bet I'd have a Chris'mus tree:
Ma '1st smiles an' says: "too bad!"
'At '1st make3 me awful mad.
Other little boys has pas
What believes in Santa Claus.
Hate mean pas I'll tell him so
'1st as soon as I can grow.
Wlsht ma lock him out to-night
When he comes. '1st serve him right:
Make him stay out there, an' then
Gobulins an' bogie men
Ketch him 'fore the mornin' come
Bet you then I'd have a drum.
An' a whistle 'at I'd blow.
Whether he don't like er no.
Wlsht why. here's pa. an" I see
That he's bought a Chris'mus tree.
Says he thought he'd fool the kid
'At's '1st what ma's husban' did!
0 M E II O W or
ot her Reuben Eull-
winkle will get
though I don't
suppose he will do
so in any ordinary
way. Hut 1 a:n fairly lixeu in my opin
ion that somehow or other, in the
merciful providence of the Lord, he will
walk the golden 6treets of the ieiv
Jerusalem, wearing a crown of eternal
life and I will tell you one reason why
I think so:
It was almost noon on Christmas day
when the through express pulled into
Starvation Junction six hours late.
Desolate and dreary as the station ap
peared, the travel-worn and hungry
passengers were glad to see it, as they
had been informed they could procure
refreshments on their arrival, as no
other opportunity had presented itself
to satisfy their hunger since the pre
The storm which began in the night
had developed into the unmistakable
blizzard so much hated and feared by
all who travel by rail. The engine had
done all that iron and steam could do
against its inveterate foe.but in spite of
gallant efforts the blizzard seemed to be
getting the best of the battle, and for
some time before the train pulled up at
the station the iron lungs of the engine
seemed to labor with a painful effort as
it plowed its way through the drifts.
The station was equipped with the
usual Tuneh counter, upon which wa3
displayed the uninviting and meager
fare which generally greets the travel
ing public at such institutions. There
were sandw iches for those who could
afford to pay ten cents for the small
suspicion of the fag end of some old
remnant of fat mercifully hidden be
tween two slices of stale bread. Theri
were beans baked beans, hard, dry
and musty, which could be had for 25
cents; ten cents for two indigestible
Iookingdonghnuts; fivecents apiece for
eggs boiled eggs, boiled hard, boiled
until they were black and blue, boiled
to the consistency of an india-rubber
ball. Xobody could tell how long those
eggs have been boiled. I say have, be
cause probably most of them are doing
duty yet on that lunch counter. And
then there was pie at least something
THEY STOOD BESIDE THE STOVE.
that went by that title and coffee,
loo, that would be recognized only by
It often happens under circumstances
of this nature that there are some who
have not started on their journey with
Ot expectation of being put to ex
tra expense, and are consequently not
prepared for the exorbitant charges of
the railway lunch counter, and are
therefore placed in a very unpleasant
Among the crowd of hungry mortals
who gathered in the dingy station were
a woman and a little boy. These two
made no effort to secure a place with
the eager crowd at the lunch counter,
but stood unnoticed and alone beside
the stove. It was easy to see that they
did not belong to the opulent class of
society, for, though scrupulously neat,
their clothes were of cheap material,
and several skillful patches on the gar
ments of the boy indicated careful econ
omy. There was a weary and anxious
look on the woman's face as she bent
down and whispered something to the
child, who was whimpering and tug
ging at her dress, casting longing
looks at the lunch counter.
To a close observer the situation was
perfectly plain, for there was no doubt
that the boy was pleading for a chance
at the edibles, and the mother, with
out the means of relief, was trying to
pacify him. Of course, in a selfish and
greedy world it is no uncommon thing
for some to go hungry, for when so
many are actually starving to death it
seems hardly worth while to waste
sympathy on those who are only fast
ing a little, and yet what is more piti
ful than a helpless mother with a hun
gry child ?
Among the crowd of passengers who
had hurried into the station came Reu
ben Hullwinkle. The discomforts of
the journey had no apparent effect
upon h:s invincible good humor. "Din
ner is now ready, ladies and gents!" he
shonted. "Table de bote, or a la carte,
all the luxuries of the season at prices
within the means of any millionaire.
Xever mind the cost. A full stomach is
better than a full pocket book, and you
can't have both together in this ranch.
Walk right up to the festal board and
enjoy your Christmas dinner."
After this outburst of dime-museum
eloquence Rube looked about him for
some evidence of appreciation, but
every one was too busily occupied in
the scramble for food to heed his
vagaries. Cut no, not every one, for as
Reuben's eyes wandered over the room
they observed the forms of the lone
woman and her little boy standing idly
by the stove.
Reuben was an old and experienced
traveler, and withal a shrewd observer,
and it did not take him long to read the
pathetic story of this group of two.
There was no doubt in his mind that
they were faint with hunger and with
out sufficient money to pay for food.
The drummer Rube pushed his travel
ing hat to the back of his head and
scratched his bald pate as he held a
secret consultation with the angelic
and interior Reuben. "Rube, old fel
low, what are we going to do about this
business? We can't enjoy our Christ
man dinner knowing all the time that
hungry eyes are watching every mouth
ful of food we devour; no, that's out
of the question, but what can we do?
That woman is no pauper, and she ,
would probably scorch us with a glance
if we presumed to offer her money, or
even to blow her off to a dinner. Cut,
great Caesar! they must be fed some
how. Xow if we could manage to
scrape up an acquaintance with the boy
I think we could make the deal; so let's
see if we can hypnotize him."
Agreeable to this resolution Reuben
fastened his gaze upon the child until
TOMMY GETS HIS CHRISTMAS DIN
he caught bis eye, then smiling the
same old smile which had won him
friends from Kostcn to California, he
addressed him: "How's this for a
Christmas, little boy?" Hut the little
boy only clung closer to his mother's
skirts and scowled at the presumptu
"What's the matter, little friend.
can't vou find a srat? You just come
with me row. and if wc don't find a
plac? I'm much mistaken."
The boy ceased whimpering and
looked inquiring'r at bis mother.
Reuben thought he could detect the
conflicting emotions of the woman in
the struggle between womanly pride
and motherly love. He saw her tighten
her hold on the hand of the boy and
turn slijrhtlv awav.
Slipping forward and politely doff
ing his hat, he addressed the woman:
'Madam, I beg your pardon, but you
see 1 nave taken a notion to mat ooy
of yours, and as I am far away from
my own little ones (this was rank du
plicity, for Reuben had neither wife
nor children, near or far), and as this
is Christmas day. I am feeling a little
lonesome. Vou, being a parent your
self, can appreciate my feeling, for
doubtless were you away from your
boy you would naturally be interested
in any child which reminded you of
your own. Xow I beg you to permit
your little boy to be my guest and eat
his Christmas dinner with me.
The woman lifted her downcast eyes
to the honest face of the strat ger, then
blushing slightly, without either for
bidding or consenting, replied diplomat
ically: "Tommv is afraid of strangers.
However noncommital this answer
was, it was equivalent to a full consent
when made to a knight of the grip, and
either owing to the hypnotic power
of Reuben Bullwinkle or the cravings
of appetite, no difficulty was experi
enced in winning the child's consent
to any arrangement which had for its
ultimate object the eating of a din
ner. Hungry children are not very fastid
ious, ana However unappetising tne
viands of that forlorn lunch counter
would seem to you and me as we sit
down to our Christmas turkey at our
own table, to the little hungry boy they
were fit for a king, and if everyone
throughout the land enjoyed his Christ
mas dinner as little Tommy did in that
dingy old station, it was indeed a merry
I However, it came to pass that the boy
was finally satisfied. He had stuffed
himself to his full capacity, and with a
sigh of supreme satisfaction prepared to
slide off the high stool, ignoring fill ob
ligations and without a word of excuse
or thanks to his genial host. It was
very probable that with the purely
natural selfishness which we are all
heirs to, but which is more plainly evi
dent in children owing to their inno
cence, the boy who did not think that
his poor mother was still fasting, but
with the sublime faith of childhood in
the omnipotence of parents, he rested
in the conviction that she was old
enough to look out for herself, if indeed
he gave the matter any consideration,
which is not at all probable.
But Reuben had not forgotten, and
had made up his mind that the woman's
fast should be broken.
"Watt a minute. Tommy," said he,
seeing the boy was about to escape.
"Don't ycu wantsomethingmore?"
"Xo, I don't want no more," an
swered the polite Tommy.
"Wouldn't you like a nice big apple
o put in your pocket? or hold on. I've
an idea. It's Christmas, you know, but
you didn't know that I was old Santa
Claus. The reason you didn't know me,
Tommy, is because the blizzard blew
my beard clean off. Yet all the same
I'm going to fill your stocking, and if :
I can't pet at your stocking I'll fill some- j
thing else for you. Here, young lady, '
let's have oue of those big paper bags. ,
Xow, Tommy, we'll call this a stocking.
Let's fill it up. What'H you have? Ap- ,
pies of course, and donghnuts and some !
of those delicious sandwiches and pie
'like your mother makes,' and I guess
that exhausts the bill of fare. Xow hold
the end of the bag tight and don't spill
out the vicuals; and. Tommy, yom
mother wants you."
The refreshed travelers had all set
tled themselves in their seats and the
train was jogging along again as best it
could through the snow. Passing
through the car Reuben looked careful
ly about for the woman and child, as he
was deeply interested in the success ol
his maneuvers. There is no great dif
ficulty in locating anyone on a train of
cars, and as a matter of course Eeubet
soon found the objects of his search.
His business with them was very brief;
indeed it was completed with a passing
glancs, and completed to his intense
satisfaction, for that glance was suf
ficient to show him that the hungry
woman was enjoying his bounty with a
relish which none can appreciate, un
less he has had corresponding ex
periences. He w as not noticed as he hur
ried by the little group. He did not
want to be recognized, for with a fine
delicacy which always accompanies
true generosity he felt that the less the
woman saw of him the more comfortable
she would be. Reuben Bullwinkle
wanted no recognition or thanks; in
deed the idea that he was entitled to
thanks never entered his head for a
moment. Xeither did he make any
mental calculation as to the value of an
act of friendliness put down to his
credit account on the recording angel's
book, nor did he look for any special
blessing which the Lord might owe him
for his act of charity. Indeed the little
thought which he gave the matter had
its relation entirely to the objects of his
sympathy, and if iiis heart was light
and his soul joyous, it was because he
had unconsciously wandered near the
threshold of Heaven and heard the echo
of angel voices singing: "Peace on earth
and good will to men." Frank Beard
in Ram's Horn.
CHRISTMAS LONG AGO.
All Presents Find to Go Into th
C'hrlM mn Stocking.
Robert J. Burdette in the Ladies'
Ilorae Journal tells in his humorous
way how he remembers the Christmas
of long arro. "Most of the Christmas
presents in those days were designed
bv the manufacturer for the hang
ing stocking. Anything too big to go
ir.to a stocking had to go over to some
body's birthday. In any family where
there was more than one child the old
reliable 'Xor.h's ark was always looked
for. Wc hailed with exclamations o
astonished recognition Xoah and Mrs.
Xoah, Messrs. and Mme. Shem. nam and
Japhet. There was no way of telling the
men and women apart. They were ex
actly alike, but the elephant and giraffe
you could distinguish at a glance, on
account of the spots on the giraffe. So
also the dog and the cow, because the
cow was always wliite and blue, while
the dog was invariabiy plain blue.
Within 24 hours after the landing oa
Ararat the baby would have all the
paint sucked off Shem, nam and the
hired man. and the doctor would br
"The red monkey climbing a red stick
was another regular Christmas visitor,
ne was highly esteemed as a light
luncheon by the baby. It never seemed
to affect the infant unpleasantly to
himself, that is although the cloudy
symphony of red and blue about his In
nocent mouth was apt to males the be
holder shiver. But ft made the monkey
look sick. Then there was a man on
the box, with a major-general's uniform,
beating a drum. You turned a crank,
the general lifted his stick high in the
air. and something in the box made a
noise as much like a drum as a peal of
thunder is like a piccolo. These things
as toys were of no great value, but as
practical and useful object lessons they
were beyond all price, on the minor
Wbn Formally Instituted.
The celebration of Christmas is said by
the chnreh historian to have been formally
institute! by Pope Telesphorus, who died
A. D. 138.
frith ni Own Money.
Mr. Benr-am Henry, what shall I get
yon for Christmas?
Benham-Xathinjr: I're ft to econs
znize this year. Chicaeo Tribune.
Dent Way t Tell.
The best way to tell whether a present K
cheap one is to observe whether the priof
has been rubbed off. X. Y. Trutk.
And is this death
That which men dread?
Of which they speak
With bated breath
And fear-blanched cheek?
This gentle thing that holdeth thee.
And in Its arm enfoldeth thee.
As in some close embrace.
Or restful sleep
With pleasant dreams?
Why, on thy face.
So fair, so young.
There Is no trace
Of mortal pain;
And on thy lips a tender smile
Is lingering yet.
As of some word of love
But lately said
Thou hast not had time to forget.
Those placid brows of thine.
That part the streams
Of thy silken tresses' gold.
Have some new grace.
As of a blessing resting there.
I have no tears to shed
For thee, my little love.
Thou art to me
Life's broken melody
Its song, with half its verses sung:
Its bud whose blossom promised rare.
Its sweetest story, half untold.
But Love, my Love, some time, some
where. My melody shall be complete
Thy song, with all Its verses sweet.
Be sung for me:
My bud shall blossom, perfect, rare;
And all my story told to me.
-Julia Neely Finch, in N. O. Times-Democrat.
THE .HEROINE OF
dt BIRD ROCK.
Kept the Light Burning: Though Her
Heart Was Broken.
4 WAY out on the waters of the At
lantic ocean, where the Gulf of St.
.rence opens its mouth the widest,
rises a lonely isle from the lonely sea;
the Great Bird Rock. Its nearest in
habited neighbors are the Magdalen
Islands, 50 miles to the southwest, and
it is equi-distant from Cape Race, in
Xewfoundland, and Capt Xorth, in Cape
Like Sable island, off the coast of
Cape Breton, the Great Bird Rock is a
rock of tragedy, but out of its tragedy
has sprung a rare heroism and devotion
to duty on the part of a brave woman.
If you were to take a journey on the
Canadian government lighthouse sup
ply steamer down the St. Lawrence
river to the different stations in the
stormy gulf, you would reach, in its
turn, Great Bird Rock; a massive pinna
cle of granite rising precipitously
from the sea, so precipitously that the
only means of communicating with the
summit of the rock is by a steam hoist
ing apparatus, and in rough weather
even this method is a difficult and dan
gerous one. Nature has provided no
beach for this dome of stone, and its
storm-creased sides sink as perpen
dicularly into the deep sea as they rise
sheer from it.
Thousands of birds gannets and
puffins and other wild sea fowl make
the Bird Rock their home, and although
the lighthouse keeper fires off explosive
signals of gun cotton every 20 minutes
during stormy weather, the birds have
become so accustomed to the noise as
to frequent the cliffs in ever increasing
Since the Canadian government es
tablished a light there the Bird Rock
has achieved a very bad reputation and
piled up a long record of disaster and
death. So isolated and lonely is the
spot that the first keeper became a
madman and, with his assistant, was
removed the next time the supply
steamer called. Imagine the horror of
being imprisoned alone with a lunatic
on a speck of a rock in the broad ocean!
The next keeper, in company with his
son and assistant, left the island to
hunt seals on the ice. A wind sudden
ly sprang up, the cakes of ice were
broken into small pieces and carried
out to sea. and the father and son were
never heard of again. They met a ter
rible death through starvation, drown
ing or freezing. Tae assistant managed
to reach shore nearly frozen to death.
Disaster a'.so awaited the third
keeper, for both he and his son were
instantly killed by the explosion of a
keg of gunpowder near the fog can
non. The fourth keeper was nearly
killed by the premature discharge of
the fog gun, and his nephew and two
other men died from exposure while
hunting for seals during the early
winter of 1S96-97.
Up to this time the Bird Rock had a
record of one case of insanity, seven
deaths and two narrow escapes from
death. But the chief tragedy remains
to be recorded and along with it a tale
of heroic suffering and steadfastness
to duty worthy of an epic.
On May 5, 1897, the Canadian govern
ment steamer Aberdeen, Capt C. T.
Knowllon, hove in sight of Bird Rock.
One can well picture the intense inter
est with which the occupant of the
station would peer through the power
ful telescope, and how the heart would
beat with eager hope as the vessel
pointed her prow to the great frown
ing cliffs, and as eagerly, knowing the
sad history of the spot, did the captain
sight the surface of the rock high above
the ocean. He had three months previ
ously left behind him for the lonely
vigil of the late winter months Angus
Campbell, formerly a coasting sailor.
With him was his wife, a handsome,
youthful woman, in the prime of life,
and two male assistants, professional
teal hunters. But to the skipper's as
tonishment he saw a wan. gray-haired,
prematurely , old woman, standing
ominously alone cn the ledge. At last
the boat was within hailing distance
and the captain shouted:
"Where's the old man?" and in trem
ulous tones the answer came, so
fraught with sorrow:
"Angus is dead!" and. after a pause,
"so are Jim Duncan and George Bry
on." So the Great Bird Rock had added
UU another tragedy to its black list; '
II lad added another trio to iU deaOs '
Once landed by means of the derrick,
the poor woman told her story. As in
the case of his predecessors, Campbell
and his two men went out seal banting',
on the morning of February 27. It was
a bitterly eold day, the ice jammed
against the rock, and far out on the
white surface could be seen the glossy
furred animals of which they were in
search. The open water looked black
and forbidding five or six miles away.
With spears in hand, the men set cut,
but not before a warning from Mrs.
Campbell: "If the wind changes, A
gus, the ice will break up and you may
be carried out to sea.
"Suppose I am," he laughingly re
plied, "I shall come back again, and
even if I don't, you are able to take
care of the light."
After the men had been gone about
four hours, the dread wind shifted
from the east to the southwest a dan
gerous wind in. the gulf in winter, in
asmuch as it breaks up the ice with
alarming swiftness. The silent watch
er in the lighthouse hoisted the danger
signal flag, and the men hurried to-"
ward the rock. They were within a mils
of safety, when their doom was sealed
by a great crack in the ice running
parallel with the rock from east and
west to the Xorth Bird Rock, five miles
to the west. All could hear the omi
nous cracking of the ice and its dis
integration into small floes, which
slowly drifted toward the open sea.
All the woman could do was to watch
the gradual disappearance of her hus
band as a floe carried him farther and
farther away. Each waved to the other
a message, unutterably sad in its
pathos, and the wife kneeled and
prayed prayed till darkness came, and
as the black shadows crept over the
waste of ice and waters, there came at
last an interchange of signals, and
Angus Campbell went to his torturing
"You are able to take care of the
light, Maggie," he had said. Now came
her testing time. Her heroism began
with her heart-break. The night of the
tragedy she remained awake all
through the long hours and at first
glimpse of dawn eagerly swept the
ocean with the glass but she was alone
and a widow; the Atlantic had claimed
For two weary montihs who can es
timate their length she watched the
sea for a sight of the castaways, but
she took care of the light faithfully
and regularly. "I can hardly tell how
I managed it," she said to ('apt. Knowl
ton. "I know that I have kept the
ligiht burning. It was a dreadful ex
perience, all alone on a rock that might
just as well have been in the middle of
the Atlantic so far as the prospect of
getting relief was concerned. Never
a day passed during the first month of
my isolation that I did not sweep the
sea with my husband's glasses with
the hope of seeing some vestige of
SHE WATCHED THE SEA.
him. I do not think I slept two hours
consecutively after my husband was
carried away on the floe. Although I
have plenty of provisions, I do not
think I have eaten more than one n:eal
"As you see, my hair has turned
gray and I have grown so thin that I
believe I do not weigh more than 90
pounds, although I weighed 170 when
my husband disappeared. I have seen
no living things except sea birds and
seals. The seals gave me some little
comfort when they swam up and lay
around the base, of the rock. I fancy I
was just beginning to go crazy when
And thus ends the story of Maggie
Campbell, who was taken from the ill
fated rock and who returned to her
home in Prince Edward island a story
that needs no embellishment. The
heroine of the Great Bird Rock light
house "took care of the light." Detroit
Stopped the Tlpm.
In old times, to dine with a nobleman
cost more in tips to the servants than
a club dinner. James Payne relates
that Lord Poor, a well-named Irish
peer, excused himself from dinner with
the duke of Ormond upon the ground
that he could not afford it. "If you
will give me the guinea I have to pay
your cook (fancy!) I will come aa
often as you choose to ask me," which
was accordingly done. The duke, how
ever, bad not the pluck tostop the prac
tice. Lord Taafe, a general in the Aus
trian service, did what he could. He al
ways attended his guests to the door;
when they put their hands into their
pockets he said: "Xo; if you do give it,
give it to me. for it was I who paid for
your dinner." To Sir Timothy Waldo
must be given the credit of putting an
end tn the monstrous practice. After
dinner with the duke of Xewcastle be
put a crown into the cook's hand it
was rejected. "I do not take silver, sir."
"Very good; and I do not give gold."
This courageous rejoinder "caughton."
and the day of vails to cooks was over.
San Francisco Argonaut.
Poor Truth has been "crushed to
earth" so often that she has lost much
of her elasticity and now finds it dim
cult to "rise again-" X. T. Itdepead-tat.