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THE KING OF LAPLAND.
J know a tiny monarch who has taken hla command Within a quiet region, where a faithful little band Of people do his biddins. or yield him hom age true. And watch his faintest gesture, aa old vas sals used to do. territory's bordered by two encircling Arms, Ani keeping in their shelter, he la safe from all alarms. Thn land Is something "rocky" If he feels Inclined for Jest, Or lies at peace, a quiet plain, when he would stay at rest. mountain rises northward, and Is Known as momer xiw, "Vnlle east and west are twin-gray lakes. reflecting, I avow. The prettiest bit of nature that a human heart can see Whene'er the little monarch Is alert for Jubilee. But when he's feeling weary from the riding- out in state. Or bowine to his subjects and serfs Im portunate, Retiring to the castle, his regal head, our kins Tar down In princely grandeur, while lov ing minstrels sing. If yo,u wcuM find his royal seat you need not sail the sea, For strange enough his throne is set In this home of the free. Just find the nearest nursery, and bow to the command Of the loving little monarch, who la king; of all Lapland. Alice Crary, in Ladles' Home Journal. THE OTHEH'S OTHER MAN BI ARTHUR W. TAKliKLL, It was yesterday, after an interval of four years. I had not seen him since we parted last on Commencement day, and bad wished each other good luck on what 'was coming. In my case it was a medi cs! course at one of the German univer sities; in his, a few years' sojourn at the law school in Cambridge. Those years iia.il now passed. I was about to become a t ull-fledged M. . D., and Phil lazy, good-natured, joking Phil Wheeler, the man who led his class (in smoking rank tobacco) was about to call himself a lawyer. A lawyer I laughed every time I thought of it; for while Phil was the best fellow in the world when, it came to brewing a delectable punch or to doing the fascination talk act to a avhy country maiden at her first swell dinner, yet he had no more the making of even a mediocre barrister in him than Jias many another good fellow, who thinks himself cut out by destiny for the. bar. , However, Phil had always been one of my best chums, and, of course, I was downright glad to find myself sauntering- into the old "Yard" at Cambridge once more, and on the point of yelling: Oh, Phil Wheeler! "up to his window in Eolvrorthy, just as I had done so many times before during our undergraduate clays. After my yell I waited a few moments to see if he was in. Up the window presently slammed, and a familiar-, enough-looking head was thrust out to eee who had called. It had been so long since Phil had either seen or heard from me that he failed at first to recognize xne; but it was only for a second; then, when he saw who it was, his face cracked into a thousand creases, and he ehouted lustily down: "Tor heaven sakes. Jack Fenway, is hat you ? Come up quick ! ' So up I went to receive one of those -old time greetings that li.-aves a man's Tight arm sore for a week afterwards. "But I skip all this and come to the point of the story. On entering the room I had noticed a 3etter lying open upon the table. Evi dently I had interrupted Phil in the "siidst of it. so,, after we had exhausted and lived through the openingbombard ment of usual questions, I glanced at the note again and told Phil to finish it. Ee smiled and picked it up. ""Oh, yes, that reminds me," he said, "Tve got something to tell you. Here's letter from Miss Lancaster you re member that girl I met down at Ban .Harbor my sophomore vacation ?" "Dol? Don't I? Gad man, she was a lream to you. And if my memory doesn't play me false I believe you did nothing but dream of her that whole winter. At any rate you did deuced lit tle studying." "Yes, Jack, she was a nice girl. I al " ways thought a good deal of her." And Phil's face broke into one of those misj duerous smiles that were inimitable with him. I hadn't seen one of those smiles for .years, but I remembered on the spot "thai I never liked those particular ex 3pressions of his, for I had learned from experience that they were generally a prelude to some act of deviltry, an un -conscious hint on his part to show that 'the fellow was dangerously near the '"point of springing one of his exasperat ing' jokes. I remembered especially one tf the last times that I had seen such a tvaile on his amused face. It had been mt a dance near his home, when he in--' troduced me to a young lady he was " "very anxious to have mo meet. As I crossed the hall with my arm in his, he -liad whispered: t '"JShe's an old friend of mine. Jack; a TtriHe gay, but sound at heart. So pitch svnd make yourself doubly agreeable tor my sake, old man." And I remember I immediately pro ceeded to do so by flirting disgracefully llli her the whole evening1 just for amy chum's sake, you know. The other -fellows were crazy with me for monop olizing her; I could see it from the way -they kept watching us. One fellow es pecially stood out all the dances behind ome palms, savagely twisting his mus tache with one hand and the other -plunged desperately down into his -trousers pocket. He looked unspeaka Ue tilings at me all the time I wasdanc ring with her, but I only laughed in my xsleeves and pitied the poor fellow. And o the evening passed. Finally the last "waltz came, and just as I was congratulating- myself on having scored one in Th.il" s favor and incidentally one in any own who should come up to us in he midst of a delightfully exclusive tete-a-tete but Phil, with the man who stood out the dances on his arm. "Oh. Jack," he calmly and suavely exclaimed, "before you go, I want very much to introduce to you my friend's husband, Mr. Huntington Mr. Fen way." So you see X know what those smile? generally meant. Still, that was several years ago, and Phil was now reminis cing about Miss Lancaster. "Yes. Jack, I always thought a good deal of that girl." He repeated this, wondering" why I had not answered him before. "Yes, I know you did. And do you re member that Thanksgiving we went on to New York to see the Yale-Princeton game, and you took me to call on her?" - "Sure, that wa3 just after the summer I first met her. And I remember, too. that you were not so powerfully taken with the original as you had been with her photo on my desk." "No. and I've always wished I'd never made that call. Then I wouldn't have known her, and all those heated dis cussions we used to have about the girl's worth or worthless ness would have been avoided." "Still, Jack, youH have to admit that she was a terribly fetching and fasci nating girl." ' "Yes, yes, PhiL Pve admitted that a thousand times, but that isn't the ques tion. My point has always been that she wasn't a girl who had enough in her to warrant a fellow of your good sense going crazy over her. Fetching and fascinating Jove, man, there are any number of your fickle, flighty, skin deep sort of girls who are fetching and fascinating, and she'sone of them. But fiddlesticks, what do they amount to? Nothing never get married grow up into detestable old maids with sour faces and still sourer dispositions. Come now, Phil, I'll bet you ten to one that Pearl Lancaster never gets even en gaged." "No, no. Jack, I won't do it. It's bad principle betting on a girl, anyhow. Besides, you might lose the wager, for she came mighty near getting a man last summer." . "Why, how do you know?" "I saw her at Bar Harbor." "Were you down there again last sum mer?" 4 "Yes." "And was she there ? "Yes." '"Hum, then I'll bet you repeated the foolish performance of your sophomore year." "I did. Jack, with compound interest. We were together most of the time. Never had such a jolly summer before in all my life." "And the other man you said she near ly captured where did he come in?" "Oh, he was a particular friend ol mine, so I didn't begrudge him any thing. Excuse me a moment. Jack, must get some more coal for that fire. Better fill up a pipe." I proceeded to do so and casually ob served at the time that Phil smoked the same abominable tobacco. Expen' sive stuff, but, gad! how it burn't a man's tongue. Phil was the only fellow who ever smoked it without swearing. The other men invariably declined it, so we always claimed that he used that particular brand to keep his friends from pirating tobacco off him. But then, that wasn't so. for Phil was the most generous-hearted fellow of the Having filled the pipe I went to the mantelpiece for a match; that was where he used to keep them when he had any. I didn't find a match, but 1 found a photograph that hnd been laid there. It was a new one of Pearl Ban caster had undoubtedly just come with the letter. I was holding it in my hand when Phil came back from the coal closet. "Well, what do you think of it. Jack ?" "Grand, good-looking girl beyond a doubt. And I suppose if you were with her again all last summer you must be more cracked than ever over her." Phil surprised me by uttering a sigh and sinking down into a chair. "Alas! Jack, I am fatally so," were his despondent words. "And now what, oh, what, do you suppose she writes me in fhis letter?" "Jove! not that she's engaged, is she, man? Buckily for me you didn't take that bet." "Yes, Jack, she says she's the hap piest little girl in the world, for she's engaged to the dearest fellow in the world. Engaged at last. Poor girl. I suppose you'd say poor fellow. And such a fellow, too oh my! Well, all I can say is that Pve seen worse fellows and and better. Oh. dear!" "But who is she engaged to? What's his name?" "The man she was with down at Bar Harbor last summer." "Not the other man. "Alas, no, the other's other man." "Not yourself, you fool?" Poor Phil cowered helplessly down in the chair and feebly held out his hand as if expecting a whipping. "Yes, Jack," he whimpered, "congrat ulate and forgive me, old fellow, but I'm I'm the man. "Well ! But I say. PhiL you don't smoke any better tobacco than you used to, do you?" Boston Budget. Bests Mrs. lartlns-ten. This old lady can give Mrs. Parting ton points on the use of English. She walked . into the office of the judge of probate and asked: "Are you the judge of reprobates?" "I am the judge of probate," was the reply. "Well, that's it. I expect," quoth the old lady. "You see, my husband died detested and left me several little infidels, and I want to be appointed their executioner! By actual measurement of 50 skele tons, the right arm and left leg have been found to be longer in 23, the left arm and right leg in, six, the limbs on the right longer than those on the left in four, and in the remainder the in equality of the limbs was varied. Only seven . out of seventy skeletons meas ured, or ten per cent, hadjimbs of eqnal lenjrth. A BULL MOOSE IN CAMP. There Wasn't Em a Pocket Pistol at Haad U the Mas .Nearly Died of Disgust. At the next camp Jimmie made the usual birch-bark moose-call, and at evening blew it, as he also did on the following morning. This camp was a divine spot, on a rise back of a long. sandy beach, and we concluded to stop for a day. The Norseman and I each took a man in our canoes and started out to explore. I wanted to observe some muskrat hotels down in a big marsh, and the Norseman was fishing. The attorney was content to sit on a log by the shores of the lake, smoke lazily, and watch the sun shimmer through the lifting fog. He saw a canoe approaching from across the lake. He gazed at it vacantly, when it grew strange and more unlike a canoe. The paddles did not move, but the phantom craft moved swiftly on. "Say, Furguson come here look at that canoe." The Scotchman came down with a pail in one hand, and looked. "Canoe hell it's a moose and there ain't a pocket pistol in this camp," and he fairly jumped up and down. "You don't say you really don't say!" gasped the lawyer, who now be gan" to exhibit signs of insanity. "Yes he's going to be d d sociable with us he's coming right bang into this camp." The Indian, too, came down, but he was long past speaking English, and the gutterals came up in lumps as though he was trying to keep them down. The moose finally struck a long point of sand and rushes about 200 yards away, and drew majestically out of the water, his hide dripping and the sun glistening on his antlers and back. The three men gazed in spellbound admiration at the picture until the moose was gone. When they had re covered their senses they slowly went up to the camp on the ridge disgusted and dumbfounded. "I could almost put a cartridge in that old gun case and kill him," sighed the backwoodsman. "I have never hunted in my life," mused the attorney, "but few men hav seen such a sight," and he filled his pipe. "Hark listen!" said the Indian. There was a faint cracking which sud denly became louder. "He's coming into camp;" and the Indian nearly died from excitement as he grabbed a hatchet. The three unfortunate men stepped to the back of the tents, and as big a bull moose as walks the lonely woods came up within 130 feet of the camp and stopped, returning their gaze. Thus they stood for what they sa y was a minute, but which seemed like hours. The attorney composedly ad mired the unusual sight. The Indian and Furguson swore softly but most viciously until the moose moved away. The Indian hurled the hatchet at the retreating figure, with a final curse, and the thing was over. "Those fellows who are out in their canoe will be sick abed when we tel! them what's been going on in the camp this morning," sighed Mr. Furguson, a? he scoured a cooking pot. I fear we would have had that mooso on our conscience if we hid been there the game law was not up at that time but I should have asked for strength from a higher source than my respect for law. Frederick Hemic gton, in Har per's Magazine. SLEEP OUT IN THE WET. Tonng Waterfowl Can Repose Comforta bly on the Water's Surface. In the Irish sea rock fowl of all kinds are very numerous, and vessels going north pass large numbers of guillemots and razor bills swimming far out at sea. In August these are accompanied by their young, often less than half grown,, and still covered with down. The little guillemots are hatched, and unless the old birds carry them up to the rocks on which they roost, in the same way as they are said to carry them down, they must spend their nights, as well as their days, upon the sea. Young ducks are so wild and active that they seem able to run on the surface of the water. It is hardly credible that they can do so, as a "water boatman" does, without break ing the surface film, but they certain ly can make a dash for a short distance with their feet on the water and the whole of their body out of it. In catch ing insects on the water they rival the dexterity of a young partridge on an ant hill. There is very little doubt also that, like young fish, they live largely on the microscopic entomostraca, which comes as a kind of a manna in the wilderness to all aquatic creatures. Mr. St. John once found a whole brood imprisoned in a water hole in the heather. The sides were steep, and it was evident that they had fallen in and had been unable to get out. There were signs that they had been there for some time, but they were all in good condition, and it was surmised that they had lived on insects which had fallen into the water from the sur rounding heather. Probably they had largely supplemented this by devour ing the water fleas and other entomos traca bred in the pool itself. Young coots, water hens, water rails, grebes and swans are almost as clever as the young wild ducks when in their downy youth. Later, when nearly fledged, and even when able to fly, they are' much less adroit. They lose their cleverness1 together with the beauty of babyhood, and pass through a stupid half-fledged period as "flappers. Even their nerves go amiss. In parts of Iceland the line of flight of the young swans is marked by the natives, who assemble, and when the flock pass over yell, shout and scream at the birds. The young swans become perfectly muddled, and many of them simply close their wings, leave off flying, and drop to the ground, when they are caught.-London Spectator. The nest of the tree wasp or hornet is made of a true paper; wood being ground to pulp by the jaws of the wasp and treated with an adhesive matter secreted in the creature's mouth. LIVES OF SELF-DENIAL. Early . Monk Had Some Qneer. Karl of Snowing Their Devotion. St. Jerome gives several instances of the severities of life to which monks submitted of their own free choice. For 30 years one lived exclusively on a small daily portion of barley bread and muddy water. Another lived in a hole in the ground, and never ate more than five figs for his daily repast. A third never washed his clothes, never changed his tunic, until it fell into pieces, cut his hair only on Easter Sunday, and starved himself until his eyes brew dim, and his skin became like a pumice stone. St. Marcarius of Alexandria slept for six months in a marsh with his naked body exposed to the stings of venomous flies. He always carried 60 pounds of iron around him, but in this penance was far surpassed by his disciple, St. Eusebius, who habitually wore 150 pounds of iron and lived for three years in the bottom of a dry well. St. Sab inus refused all other nutriment than corn which had been rendered rotten by steeping for a month in water. St. Bessarian chose a thorn bush for a temporary residence, and remained there for 40 days and nights, and for 40 years he never lay down when he slept, but, when overcome by fatigue, merely rested against a wall. Another holy hermit, known as John, stood for three whole years in prayer, leaning upon a rock, and his only nourishment during that period wa the sacrament, which was brought to him on Sundays. Many of these early saints lived among the tombs, or In the dens of wild beasts in the desert. Some scorned all clothes, and crawled about, covered only by their long matted hair. A sect in Mesopotamia and Syria never lived under a roof, but spent their whole time on the mountain side, wearing no clothes, and eating nothing but grass and leaves. The saint who surpassed all others in the extravagancies of his penances was Simeon Stylites. He bound a rope around him until it became imbedded in the flesh, and sometimes slept in a dry well said to be inhabite1! by demons. He built three pillars, the last being 60 feet high and less than two cubits in cir cumference, and on them he remained for 30 years in all weathers and through every change of climate, incessantly and rapidly bending his body in prayer almost to the level of his feet. A spec tatorattempted to count his movements, but gave up the task in despair when the number amounted to 1,244. His reputation spread far and wide and pilgrims flocked from every quarter, until, by the general voice of mankind, he was declared the highest model of all Christian and saintly virtues, and very many emulated his example. WThen at last he died a crowd of prelates followed his body, and a brilliant star shone mi raculously over his grave. One natural but most repulsive con sequence of these religious austerities is frequently ignored by the sentiment alists who find much to admire in the self-discipline of the early saints. Every discredit was thrown on the do mestic virtues, and the basest lngrati tude and most intense hardness of heart were displayed toward those who were-bound to the ascetics by the closest of earthly ties. To break the heart of a loving mother, to persuade a fond wife that it was her highest duty to separate from him forever, to aban don his children as beggars to the mercy of the world, was regarded by the true hermit as the most sacred of all religious offerings. His only business was to work out his own salvation, and to this prime end every other consideration roust be sa rificed. In . total disregard of all natural affection, St. Simeon Stylites again stands in the front rank. He be gan his holy but useless career by run ning away from home, and thus break ing the heart of his father, who died of grief at his flight. His mother lived on, but heard nothing of her fon until 2 years had elapsed, and his austerities had made him famous. She hastened to visit him, but no woman was ad mitted to the monastery where he then resided, and he refused to allow her to see his face. London Standard. Bramth Bis Dignity. "Yes," said Longbow, looking around impressively, "it was the tightest squeeze I was ever m. I never want to go through the same thing again." "Well, tell us more about it," said Whoppers, half interestedly, half jeal ously. , . "There I was," continued Longbow, "in an open boat, ten miles out to sea. with the water pouring through a big hole in the bottom!" "Didn't you have m pump?" asked Whoppers. "Nary pump, nary nothing," was the reply. "Didn't even . have so much as a tomato can, or an egg eup, or a salt spoon." "But you must have had a hat," sug gested Whoppers, trying all he could to weaken the story. - . "Yes," admitted Longbow, "I had a hat." "Then." said Whoppers, in close pur suit, "why didn't you use that to scoop the water out?" "Why?" echoed Longbow. Til tell you why. Ths hat was a mackinaw." "What difference did that make?" "AH the difference in the world," re turned Longbow, in triumph. "I'm not the sort of man to try and get out of a scrape with straw bail." N. Y. Journal. An Impertinent Unestion. Investigator (at Spiritual seance) Do they raise vegetables in the Summer- Land? Materialized Spirit Why do you ask that question ? "I thought I detected the odor of onions on your breath." ; Spirit deniaterializes rapidly, the cur tains of the cabinet open and close rap idly, and a munching sound, together with a clove aroma is detected by the astute observers of spiritual phe nomena. Buffalo Times. The tortoise sometimes attains the" ge of 400 years. SCHOOL AND. CHURCH. .The report presented at the annual gathering of the Catholic Total Absti nence Union of America shows a won derful increase in the growth of the organization. Last year it established 120 societies, with a membership of 5, 761, and in three years a total member ship of 13,382 has been enrolled. The leading religions are represent ed by the following figures: Protestant Christians, 200,000,000; Roman Catholic Christians, 195,000,000; Greek Catholic Christians, 105,000,000; total Christians, 500,000,000. Hebrews, 8,000,000; Mo hammedans, 130,000,000; heathens, 812. 000.000; total, non-Christians, 1,000, 000,000. Awkcanpr Hazunobr, the principal of a college for the blind in Odessa, Russia, is making a tour through this country to examine the methods of teaching used in the schools and col leges for the instruction of the blind. He says that Russia has nearly seven times as many blind among her popula tion as the United States. The oldest living English composer has just been honored with a reproduc tion of his portrait in the Strand Mu sical Magazine. He is Charles Salaman, whose song, "I Arise from Dreams of Thee," was published 60 years ago. Nearly 70 years have elapsed since he made his debut as a public performer on the pianoforte. He celebrated hi3 86th birthday on March 3 last. It is reported that the publishers of the late Charles H. Spurgeon's sermons have received from the Spurgeon. Mem orial Sermon society, which distributed homilies as loan tracts, an order for 1,000,000 discourses. The weekly pub lication of these sermons, which has con tined without a break for 41 years, is truly described as one of the amazing literary successes of the century. Dr. Samuel C. Bartlett, formerly president of Dartmouth college; Dr. Claudius B. Webster, of Concord, N. II., for many years United States consul at Sheffield, and Kev. Dr. Leonard Parker, of Cambridge, Mass,, were graduated at Dartmouth in 1S36, and are the only sur vivors of their class. They met last June at commencement time and in dulged in appropriate reminiscences and sentiment. This is the first in stance of such a gathering in Hanover 60 years after graduation. ART IN AMERICA. It Is Based Tuarsely on the Teachings o the trench. There is, no doubt, a deal of nonsense talked and written about Americanism in art. If we could get the real thing it would certainly be very welcome, but it cannot be produced to order, it will have to come as the slow result of na tional growth. Not only is all the teachings of our art schools, academies, leagues and clubs conducted on the old established lines borrowed from Eu rope, but the result of the teaching and study, as shown in our annual exhibi tions, differ only m degree, not in kind. from wnat we see in Paris and Munich Of late years our painters have been freely admitted to the honors of ex hibition and reward in all the chief art centers of Europe, notably in Paris; but it is plain that these distinctions are conferred on account of the bucf cess with which our artists have fol lowed the accepted methods and ideas of the foreign schools. We are natu rally pleased when we hear that our Americans Sargent, Abbey, Cecilia Beaux, Frank Millet, Mary Cassatt and others have been treated by French juries with honor equal to that accorded to their own artists. The success of these artists stimulates all their artist- countrymen to work for a like success. There is no reward that we at home can offer them to compare with a place on the line at the Salon or with that crown ing glory, the purchase of a picture by the French government to be hung in the Luxembourg gallery. From a world ly, from a professional point of view there can be no doubt of the value of these honors, nor can it be denied that they are bestowed for substantial reasons; as painters these artists de serve the distinction they have gained in the chief art centers of the world, and from the only judges whose opinion' is final, as to technical excellence. But proud as we may justly be of their suc cess, it must be admitted that it has been gained not as Americans, but as Frenchmen. Clarence Cook, in Chau- tauquan. The Wheel In Roerland. Three years ago the first bicycle made its appearance in a small town in the Transvaal. The wheelman passed through at night, and the next day two young Boers, early abroad in search of stray cattle, saw the "spoor," or tracks of the wheel in the road. With the cuJ riosity of their race, they followed the track for some miles, being anxious to "see the man who could trundle a wheelbarrow so far without rest." After an hour's tracking one remarked, sage ly: "The fellow must be a thief; let us tell the magistrate." Accordingly the worthy Dutch magistrate was soon on the scene, accompanied by a score of armed Boers, and the whole party fol lowed the path taken by the cyclist. Suddenly one farmer exclaimed: "Look here! If it was a barrow, where is the track of the man that wheeled it?j "My goodness!" said the magistrate, "I never thought of that. Let's see yes, here is the wheel, right enough, but where is the footprint? It is it must be a ghost ! " With that the whole party turned and fled in alarm, und for a long time. that portion of the road was not traversed by any of the Boers. Golden Days. ' An Impaiwlble Conversation. My dear, that waist doesn't fit yon In the back at all." "It doesn't matter," said she. "Peo ple in front of me can't see it, and t don't care what they say behind my back." The feminine reader is allowed the choice of two solutions: Either the woman who didn't care about the fit of her waist was fibbing, or, what is more likely, she never existed Indianapolis Journal. HUMOROUS. T5ea.ten out of five dollars," said the gold leaf, dejectedly. Detroit Trib une. "Sow suppose," said an argufier to tramD. "vou had $20 in gold and " "Hold up!" said the tramp. "I can't do it. Make it five dollars." w icmu x gle. 1 " " Ethel "Mamma, what makes the lady dress all in black?" Mamma "Be cause she's a sister of charity, dear. Ethel "Is charity dead, then ?"- Princeton Tiger. Th TVin crhti-r of a Widow. I don T. want to marry him, but I feel as if I ought to marry for mother s saire. "Why? "She will have so raucn oetier chance herself." Detroit Tribune. Spirit (at Lily Dale seance) "Don't you know me? I'm the spirit of youi? mother-in-law." Investigator 10a can't fool me. My mother-in-law al- wavs brought her trunk with her. Buffalo Times. You bet Deonle are interested. A paralytic with only one leg, and that cork, climbed three flights of stairs yes terday to ask us if the three-cent nickel pieces of the mintage of 1873 wouia pass at par in Topolobampo. Wichita Eagle. "Have you got it on you yet? asked littleBetey of his sister's bestest best. "W w what?" inquired the three-night-a-week beau. "Why, a move. Sister said the other night sne wished you'd hurry up and get a move on you." Philadelphia North Ameri can. WHERE SEA SERPENTS ABOUND. Bow They Disport Themselves In the Gnat Maelstrom. Alexander Lewis, an old sea-faring man, says that sea serpents similar to those exhibited in Tacoma are very plentiful in north and south polar wa ters. He tells a very interesting story. In 1832 he was a seaman on the Amer ican bark Oregon, Capt. Shields, sail ing from Antwerp, Belgium, to the Arctic sea, after seals. They passed North cape, the northern extremity of Norway, 150 miles east of which is the great maelstrom, the whirling influ ence of which is felt at sea a distance of 100 miles from the center. Though the government of Norway has made care ful experiments, it has been found dan gerous for vessels to approach nearer than 50 miles of the center. On the ex tfeme outer edge of the maelstrom, Capt. Lewis says, the crew of the Ore gon saw numerous sea serpents identi cal in appearance, and ranging from ten to twenty-five feet in length. They would bob out of the water now and then alongside the ship, a pair of them being frequently seen together. Occa sionally some of the sailors put off in a small boat and endeavored to harpoon one, but they never succeeded. The ser pents were too quick in their move ments, and had such a ferocious look that the sailors did not care to get too close to them - t Mr. Lewis saws that two or three years later, when the Oregon was about 100 miles out of Cattegat, between Den mark and Sweden, and entering the North sea, the entire crew beheld a most astonishing sight. It was a sea serpent about 300 feet long, black in color, and! with big, round eyes that seemed the size of a washtub, Lewis declares. Around each of his eyes were three great rings. It had a dorsal fin extend ing the entire length of the vertebrae and a sharp tail. Lewis thinks this was the greatest sea serpent ever beheld by man. When descried it had its head 15 feet out of water, and was sunning itself. The ship put about and made straight for him. When within about a quarter of a mile the serpent went un der. Lewis thinks the serpent was 20 feet through at its neck. He says that the story sounds so improbable that he has seldom told it, but that Capt. Shields, whose home port was Rock land, Me., as well as the other sailors, will vouch forrits truth if alive. Lewis says that it is well known that the waters pretty well up to the Arctic sea are warmer than those further south. For instance, the codfish leave the Digger bank of the Norway coast in latitude about 40 degrees every Decem ber or January and make their way to Lofoten island, in latitude 69, where are caught the greater portion of the immense numbers of codfish exported from Norway. The fish go north be cause the waters about Lofoten island are warmer than those 30 degrees south. In those warm waters in the far north, he says, the sea serpents abound. ' They are occasionally seen there by fishing vessels, and in the summer time make their way as far south as the great maelstrom. Lewis feels sure that the same species exists in the south polar seas, and be lieves that the serpents caught in Hood's canal are wanderers from south of the equator. Tacoma Ledger. Primitive Surgery. A missionary who lives in the prov ince of Kansu, China, where the Moham medans are in rebellion, tells this story of primitive, surgery: , "We have at tended to somewhere near 2,000 wound ed since the beginning. It has been a great mercy that we could buy such good medicine in the native shops, or, what could we have done at such a time, being Bhut out from the outer worli for five and a half months, four months besieged. What we felt the lack of was instruments to extract bullets, but with the aid of a razor to cut the thick skin and a sharp penknife to cut the flesh, we managed to extract a large number without making a big hole. N. Y. World. Not His Bank. "Hallo, is this your bank? said Din widdle to Van Braam, who was making out a deposit slip at a desk in a Fif tJ avenue banking establishment. "No," replied Van Braam. "This isn't my bank," "".- - Dinwiddie seemd surprised, for a could see Van Braam's bank L'ook, witU several checks and some money, when the latter added: "No, it isn't my bank. I wish it were. I am merely a depositor here." Pitta burgh Chronicle-Telegraph.