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4A~kLS -a '0i / "The Hospital Collectlon." "Where are you 'going, my little maid?" "I'm going c'llecting, sir," she said; "But not for me," she added; "it's all For the poor sick folks in the hospi tal." I followed her down the garden walk; I saw her smile, and I heard her talk. "Pansies, have you some seeds to spare? Thanks! How happy and good you are!" "Poppy, your box is full, I see Plenty for you and enough for me. 'And, oh, you 'Sturtiums! Sure's I live, You've two-three-four-seven seeds to give! "No seeds in your pockets, 0 Fleur-de lis? Why should you hide them, dear,from me? "Sweet Peas, you darlings, you never hide; You carry your pockets of peas out side. "Next May I will scatter them here and there And hit-or-miss in my garden square. "And after a while the flowers will call: 'We're ready to go to the hospital.'" -By Mary A. Lathbury. Din, tie Elephant. This is the story of an elephant. He was a gray elephant, a prince among elephants, and his name was Din. He was called a stupid, clumsy thing in the very enlightened country, many thousand miles from India, to which he had been sent a captive. And how came he there? Ah! that is the story. "A sad thing" as his "mahout" or slave said when Din was put on board the great ship at Bombay. Poor Din! In vain he trumpeted; no "mahout" came to his cell; and he became silent and very seasick. At last, after a very long time, he was landed at a strange wharf, and, bound with chains about his feet, he was led by strange men to the zoologi cal gardens that were to be his home. Poor, stupid Din! He didn't know or care that the country in which he was to stay was enlightened, and that it was beautiful. He only thought of the thick jungles and delightful heat of the country of his birth, of the plants and trees which he had grown up amongst, of the large pool where he naa natnec. What did he care for plenty of grain and hay to eat, or for the many, many people that came to look at him? Poor Din! He could only stand there raging and tugging at his chains and calling and trumpet ing quite loud enough to be heard in India, his keeper thought. He who had been chief elephant of a king's elephant house, and had had men bow down before him' saluting him as "king of all elephants," "lord of the king's palace," would he eat peanuts and candy and cake offered by many small boys? So as he stood day after day, he thought many thoughts. Why had he been sent away? Why did not his "mahout" come running to know his pleasure? Why did the strange men goad him and beat him when he called out his heart for his old friend? One day when out in his grass plot he saw in the distance a beautiful tropi cal plant that had been brought from India. To his frenzied trumpeting the plant replied not, not even with a breath of fragrance; and Din got only a goading for his noise. If elephants ever suffer from heartbreak, this one did. The head keeper of the gardens shook his head over Din, he disturbed everything and everybody. Many months had pa'ssed, Din grew wilder and wilder. Flogging and goad ing did not help, even shooting had been talked of. But, one happy day, a letter came to the proprietors of the gardens from the native king who had sold Din to them, with money, much money-and his money was to buy Din back. Din did not know anything about it, even when he was put on board for Bombay, but when he came ,in view of the shores of his native land and the familiar sights and smells reached him, for which he had been pining, happy Din! his song of joy wa's such a trumpeting as made the shores resound. And when his "ma hout" came in view prostrating him self and saluting Din with many titles then Din knew he was at home, and all his homesickness and longings over. John Crossed the StAto Line. Things were very real to John. They caused him much thought. When he read a story book, he wondered where the little boys and girls went to school, and what they did besides what was told of them in the book, "They are not real folks," said his mother one day; "the people make them to amuse children like you." "Are the stories lies then?" asked John, quite horrified. "Oh, no!" said his mother, trying not to smile; "they are like your er Goose, just make-believes!". After that, little John divided every thing into two classes: "true things" and "make-believes!" John was then just beginning to study geography. He knew that the word came from putting together two Greek words, "Geo," the earth, and "Grapho," to write. "Writings about the earth," then, was geography. They were studying about New Eng land, and about Massachusetts, the state in which John lived. He knew that "God made the earth, the sea, and all that in them is." God had made the hills and rivers, while men had made roads and built towns, "Who made the red lines between the states?" he asked one day in the class. "Those are political lines, John," said the teacher, and some of the big. ger boys laughed. So John asked ne more questions, but hoped he might find out for himself. "John," said his mother one day, "you father and I are planning to go on a fine long drive into New Hamp shire, and we think we will take you." "And we will cross the state line?" asked John. "Yes." "Hurrah!" said John, for now he could see the red state line for him self. With pencil and thin paper he traced the roads, and the towns through which they were to drive, promising himself to keep a sharp lookout for the red line. The day was fine. John sat on the back seat with his mother, the map in his pocket ready for use. They passed through Chelmsford, Westford, Groton and Pepperell; and North Pepperell was the last town in Massachusetts, "I had rather wait if you please," said John, when his mother offered him a sandwiclh, and a fine apple. He must not miss the state line. "There, now we are in New Hamp shire!" suddenly said John's father, who had promised to be sure and tell when they entered the state of New Hampshire. "Stop! Oh, :please stop!" cried John, for the !horse was going quite fast. "I must see the line." So the horse's head was turned, and they drove back to a stone set into the .side of the road;. it had an "M" on one side and an "I; H." on the thPer. "But the red line!" said John. "Where is it? It is the red line that I want to see!" .They told him that the red line was only to be seen on the map; that the state line was miles and miles long. and that no fence even could be built upon it, as many farms were partly in one state and partly in the other; and that there was one house built with half on one side and half on the other side, so that when you crossed the hall into the parlor you could hon estly say, 'I have gone' out of the stafe!"' Little John was very much disap pointed and somewhat surprised, too; for it would almost seem that the school map was not to be depended upon. He asked how often the mark ing stones were set along the boundary line between the states. His father said, "As often as the boundary line changes its direction; and as often .as a road crosses the line." John told his teacher all about his journey, and they called it a "geo graphy ride," :and the teacher told him that he had "set her thinking." The next Friday afternoon she asked all the pupils to write out and hand to her some question in geography that puzzled them. Then each ques tion was read aloud, and any pupil might raise his hand and answer if he could; and if no one could, then the teacher did-and What do you think was one question'? "Please will you -tell me, Is it red fences, or red stone walls, that they put around the states?" Little John was proud and happy that he could correctly answer the question.-John H. Gutterson. Greeting a Sienst lirother. Among the few that have a perfect genius for silence is a certain well known artist, whose reticence is the amusement and wonder of all that know him. A friend dropped into his studio one day, and was vainly en deavoring to draw Mr. H. into conver sation, when the artist's brother ap peared in the doorway. "Hello, Tom," said the brother. "Hello, John," returned Tom, look ing up from his easel, with a smile. John wandered about the room for fifteen minutes, turned over his' brother's latest work, and then, going toward the door, stopped long enough to say: "Well, good-by, Tom." "Good-by, John," was the hearty re joinder. Tom painted on for some minutes, and then, in an unwonted burst of confidence, he said, warmly, to his amused friend: "I tell you, I was glad to see John! Haven't seen himn'before for a month." We judge of a man's wisdom by his hope, knowing that the preception of the inexhaustibleness of nature is an immortal youth. Trouble On Rebel Creek, BY JAMES NOEL JOHNSON, Author of "A Romulus in Kentucky," "One Little Girl in Blue," Etc. (Copyrighted 1900: Dally mtory I'um. Co.) I was riding up Rebel Creek, in Bell county, Kentucky, last August, when, suddenly, there came to my ear com mingled voices-one passionately de nunciatory; one of wailing and plead ing. Turning a sharp angle in the road, I beheld a log cabin a short distance ahead, hugged by a rail fence. Before the door I saw an under sized man, hopping up and down in front of an over-sized woman. There seemed an intimate relation between the time of the leaps of the man and the falling of a hickory in the good right hand of the woman. "This will teach you, you deceptious dog, how ter put up another Job on a pore, innocent, motherless gal; won't it, eh? (Whack, whack). Won't it, eh? 1 think sorter it will!" The poor fellow, now with a wail of agony, broke from the woman, and ran toward the fence. She followed like a maddened bovine, and, just as he reached the rails, her foot caught him with a force that sent him spraw ling five feet on the outside. He arose instantly with an agonized groan, and a whirl of dust down the road quickly swallowed him. The Amazon gazed a second in the direction he had gone with crooked brows, then from her stern lips broke such a laugh of cold malignancy that my blood was chilled. I started to ride on, but she shouted: "Hold up, thar, stranger!" I obeyed-I feared not to. "Mister," she said, fanning her hot face with a calico sunbonnet; "that was my ole man, who, as you see, has just now picked up an' left me all alone in the world. "I want you to hear the cause of our little rupture, for I don't want no lyin tales to go out that I treated him so mean he had to leave me. No, sir. I'm a true, good woman-who longs to be a kind, lovin' an' gentle compan ion. I was forced into what I done. I'm gentle as dew in er morning glo ry's throat, when treated right, but people must not iplay no scaly tricks on me." Here she lifted her apron to swelling eyes. "That thing come in here from Ten nessee about a month ago. He sot his deceptious eye on my little home here, my two milk cows, and three acre crop of terbacker. He come to see me every day or two, an' I soon seed that his love for my baked sweet taters, butter an' sweet milk was a growin' vidlent in him. When I'd cut all my terbacker, an' got it hung in the barn, he proposed to me. I feared his love didn't reach across the 'tater dish and rich, -sweet butter, an' so I tole him 'No.' "Then, Sal Patton-a gal what's bin a hatin' me all her life, jist cause my pore ole dad killed her'n for Informin' on him-this Sal Patton, I say, took to goin' with him, an' she appeared to lean to him like er sick kitten to a hot jam rock. Woman like, when I seed my enemy so dead stuck on him, he appeared a heap purtier to me, an my heart begin to whisper thingsthat mny brain wouldn't listen to. "One day a stranger stopped at my house to rest an' git some water, an' this thing happened to go by, leanin' on Sal Patton's arm. The stranger looked out, an' his eyes sorter bulged when he seed the thing, an' :he turned to me an' sed: 'Ain't that I-Ion. James P. Saddler, son of Judge Joe Saddler, a wealthy citizen of Carter county, Tennessee?' I.1 tole him the thing "I crept ,down through the thick brush, just as easy." Called himself Saddler, but I dIdn't know about him bein' a son of er wealthy judge. "'Well,' smiled the stranger, 'he ie jist who I thought. He allers was an odd chicken. He is the pride of Ten nessee, an' the pick of all the gals, but be waived 'em all aside. He sod the gals wuz only arter him for his wealth an' position, aln' that he never intend ed to marry no uae that knowed of his high station. He would go far, far away, somewhere an' marry some poor gal who could love him for himself alone. Don't you say nothin' about what I say, though, good woman. Let him have his way an' marry that gal If she is worthy of him-an' she's a fine lookin' gal-ef that's any sign of worthiness-no, say nuthin' about what I've sed, for It wouldn't 1~ treatin' him right, an' it would ma~'e him' angry at me for meddlin' in his worthy scheme.' "I pledged him my honor I'd say nothin', an' he went off. But he drop ped a seed that found rich lodgment In my simple, innocent heart. The next day, the thing come back, an' staid for supper. He wouldn't hardly taste none of my fine baked sweet 'ta ters, and grainy butter. He'd sot an' roll his e'es about, bete' an' tihaT, an' would sigh like he was in deep misery. He'd hardly look at me when he knowed I'd see him, but from the tail of my eye, as I swept about the room, I cud see his eye was jlst fairly eatin' me. "Finally, list as dusk was beginnin' to creep up the holler, an' the chickens begun to chat under the roostin' tree, he cum up softly to whar I wus leanin' over the banister, an' sighed mighty heavy three times hand runnin'. Then he cleared up his throat er time er two an' sed: 'Gal, I love ye! Oh, ye cudn't have no idee how my pore heart's a hurtin'. Once more I come back to see et ye won't take pity an' recon sider your death sentence! Et ye won't have me, I propose to Sal Pat ton on the ides of termorry. I like "Won't it, eh?" the gal mighty, but, oh, my love, my burnin', heatin' all-devourin' love is fer you, my sweet-all fer you.' "Wal, I turned terward him, an' he read my honest, innocent eyes. Sal Patton shouldn't have the dear little man. His hunt fer a gal to love him for himself alone, an' not fer his name and wealth should be rewarded. "Wal, we spliced the very next day. Comin' home from Parson Smoat's, whar the knot was tied, we met Sal Patton. I sent a proud smile at her, an' she busted out in er giggle, an' jist kept It up till we rode out o' hearin'. I couldn't understand it then, but I do now, stranger. 'That night he told me the story the stranger had. I tole him I was almost sorry he was great an' wealthy. I feared I would be away out of place as a grand lady. He said, 'No, my little pet, you would adorn the palace of er emperor!' "The next day he proposed that we go back to his wealthy home in Ten nessee. I consented, of course, an' he commenced contractin' the sale of all my stuff for ready money. He went totown and contracted my terbacker at a good figger." Here the poor woman brought the apron to her eyes again, and held it there for more than a minute. "Yesterday arternoon, I started out to hunt one of the cows that had laid out fer a night or so. I wandered over the hillside, down to the road, but I couldn't find her. About a mile above here, when, lookin' through a hole in the brush, d caught sight of my husband an' a stranger, laughin' an' talkin' under a tree jist across the road from whar I stood. I don' know why, but strange suspicions come up in me when I seed 'em ther, an' I crept down through the thick bresh, jist as easy till I got whar I cud see 'em plain, an' hear every word they spoke. The stranger was the man who had stopped at my house that day an' give my man sich a fine pedergree. They was comparin' notes an' makin' other plans. "'I will have all her stuff converted into ready money in ten days,' sed my men-thet thing-'then I'll make an' excuse to git off with it, an' jine you where you say.' "'The gal I've got haltered,' said the other, 'is er high-tonled sort of gal. She's got lots of stuff. A monied man don't catch her. Big family is what she's arter. Make me a grandson of Robert E. Lee and the favorite nephew of Stonewall Jackson when you stop to boost me up. That will clinch her. That will spill $2,000 in our pockets the best pile since I got you married to that Georgia widder as the son in disguise of Lord Lansdowne.' "Well, sir, stranger, that kind o' talk went on till it was plain as A, B, Ab's the bizness they follered. I never hearn of no sich er perfession before. They worked tergether in foolin' orphan gals an' widders with cash. One would go ahead an' spark a gal, the other would foller on in a few weeks an' make the first out to be sich a mighty man in wealth or sta tion as would make the woman fear he mout die suddin, afore she cud git haltered to him! It was all I cud do to keep from killin' 'em both. I had a pistol, an' I jist had to worry, in prayer,, that the Lord would make the cup of murder pass. Hit passed, an' I sed nothin' till this morning', and you hearn enough then. "All I want is that you will not go off an' tell that I'm a cruel-hearted woman. An' I know you can't think I done much wrong arta:" all I've tole ye. Wasn't it enough to rile me, stranger? Wal, I arter be thankful any how. My property ain't sold, thank God! an' I've learned sumthin'. No more wealth an' greatness in disguise for me! Ole Widderwer Jim Stacy will do. He's got a good farm, lots of stock, an' a big, lovin', honest heart, ef he does wear No. 13's on his kidney feet." Some men are always wanting peo ple to tell them how good-looking they are, but a woman will stand up in front of a mirror and see for herself. "In Shanghai." They are doing awful deeds In Shanghai. Why, the cable fairly bleeds In Shanghai, With the corpses in the mud, And the streets awash with blood, With a ruddy, gory flood, In Shanghai. Every message written there In Shanghai Tells of things to raise the hair In Shanghai Tells of murder, fire and loot, By some big and bloody brute There's a fanciful galoot In Shanghai. Every day the guns go "bang" In Shanghai, And they captured Li Hung Chang In Shanghai, While the emperor, defied, Loses all his royal pride Does his daily suicide, In Shanghai. Oh, they manufacture lies In Shanghai, Right before your very eyes, In Shanghai. '!Lie like sin" must be the rule Of the liars calm and cool, Ananias went to school In Shanghai. -Baltimore American. Letter-Filled Bombs. After all, there's no reason why we shouldn't have quicker mails. What is the matter with the cannon ball post? The muzzle velocity of a can non ball will be better than 1,000 feet a second. A great cannon will throw a shell nine miles in about one min ute, which beats railroad train, pneu matic tube, carrier pigeon or even any conceivable spled of an airehip. There's nothing new in the idea,either, though the cannon ball post has been more often used in the Boer war than ever before. The besieged Ladysmith garrison rent the Boers a Christmas card, inclosed in a fifty-pounder, on the morning of Dec. 25 last. Not to be outdone in politeness, the Boers on New Year's lve fired two plugged Pal liser shells into the British camp. On one was inscribed the compliments of the season. The other contained a real English plum pudding, accompa nied by a--for a Boer--facetiously ironical letter of greeting. It wn q narh n n )the mnct ,lanrld. ly missle eve- fired. It seems to be agreed that Gen. White succeeded in sending news to Gen. Buller from Lad::smith by firing shells containing messages to points indi cated by wig-wag signals. During the long siege of Mafeking many messages were fired into and out of the be leaguered town. Toward the end of the siege many of the shells fired by Baden-Powell were marked "With the compliments of Cecil Rhodes." Simi larly, during the Franco-Prussian war, Ihe Germans bombarded Strasburg with shells ironically marked "a Ber !in"-"on to Berlin" having been the cry of the French at the outbreak of the war. Later, during the investment fa Paris, hundreds of shells filled with etters were fired from the city. Many were captured by the Germans, some went astray and were lost, but some were picked up by French peasants .lnd reached those for whom they were intended. These letter-filled bomb shells are liable to bury themselves in the ground by their own impact. One such was unearthed not long since in a wood near Vincennes It contained some two hundred letters, the dates upon which showed that the shell con taining them had been fired during the early (lays of the siege. The earliest recorded instance of the use of the letter-filled bomb was at the siege of Tourney, when the garri.son hit upon this expedient for opening communi cations with the . ride world. It was owing to one of their aerial postoflices filled with plans and dispatches, fall ing short, and thereby coming into British hands, that the discovery was made of the position of that subter ranean store of gunpowder afterward known as the "Great Mine." A por tion of the camp was found to he with in the danger zone, and was removed to a safer locality. The Dutch, how ever, refused to take warning, believ ing the whole affair to be a ruse of the enemy. The result was that over four hundred of them were blown to pieces in the explosion which took place early in the morning of the fol lowing day. Cadlets Taught a Lassmn,. The "third-class men" at West Foi.nt Military Academy have been given a lesson outside of the regular course. The cadets thought that one of the officers, Lieut. Lindsey, was too strict in his discipline, and they decided to give hint a rebuke. One evening, when the cadets were all assembled in the dining room, Lieut. Lindsey entered. Immediately the noisy hum of voices and the rattle of knives, forks and table service was turned into an abso lute silence. When the lieutenant left the room conversation was resumed. On his return a dead silence again greeted him. The officer's face flushed for he knew that the silence was meant as mark of slight to him. Lieut, Lindsey felt that the good order of the academy required that such pro ceedings must be dealt with. summa rily. He ordered the commandant of each table to bring his men to atten tion. Supper had just b-gun. After the men had obeyed his order he in formed them that when people ceased talking and stopped eating at the table it was usually a sign that they had finished their meal. That being the case, he considered that the cadets were in readiness to proceed to the camp. Accordingly, the boys were obliged to march out of the dining room without a mouthful of supper. In addition they were directed to stand at atlention for thirty-five minutes on reaching the camp. Nor was that all. Every oflicer and non-commissioned officer was orduerred to remain on duty with his reslpective company, to be held responsihle nersonally for the conduct of each ,i-t under his com mand. The whc ~ , attalion was con fined to the limbi: (,' the camp for two days and night:. "id one of the en tertainments, in , hich the cadets took particular delight, was declared off. To make the punishment more severe, sets of tihe cadets will be obliged to stand guard in the area of the bar racks until next April, and lose one month of their precious furlough, due them next JTune when they become "second-class men." In the meantime Lieut. Lindsey will be enjoying him self as a member of Gen. Chaffee's staff, with our army in China. It Is not likely that the "silence cure" will be administered to an officer at West Point by the cadets for some years to come. In the French Army. French regiments are now known by their numbers, but before 1791 they were called after their province or their chief:r. The ollicers are appoint ed from the military schools, entrance to which is gained by competitive ex amination, and a certain proportion rise from the ranks. The question of how to recruit men for a term of serv ice long chbugh to enable them to be come tolerably ion-commissioned offi cers, has been partly solved by the creation of the school for enfants de troupe. There arc six such schools; four for infantry, one for cavalry and one for artillery and the engineer corps. About 2,o ) boys are thus in structed. Chost i from among the sons of corporals or sergeants, then enlist at the age of eighteen for a period of five years, and thus have time to be turned into good non-com missioned officers. These are also re* cruited from among the volunteers; in France, as in every other country, there are plenty of youths from 18 to 21 who have dreams of military life and rapid promotion. The French law allows such young men to enlist for four or five years, auld these also serve long enough to become available as non-commissioned officers. Besides many ordinary soldiers manage to at tain the rank of corporal before their first year of service, and the gold stripes of sergeant after the second; they are destined to become the non commissioned officers of the reserves. Punishment in the French army may be very severe, but the severer forms are not often inflicted. For faults. against discipline a soldier may be confined to barracks, sent to the guardroom, to the regimental prison, or to the barrack cells, non-conmmis sioned officers only having power to inflict the first punishment. If a man proves incorrigible, he is drafted into special comlpnies and sent to Algeria. "Crimes committed by soldiers are judged by court martial. The military code is somow: ;t antiquated nowa days, and much tro severe. It will probally soon !'ar remodeled. At present there ar r:n less than thirty three crimles p.. n;.rhable with death, and among them the following of fenses: Assault on a superior (even on a corporal) when on duty, assault on a sentry (in some cases), armed re bellion when the rebels are eight at least, etc. But It must be remem bered that no execution has taken place in recent years." French Peace Estatllshment. J The 580,000 men who form the peace establishment in France are distrib uted between twenty army corps. Each corps has at least two divisions of in fantry, a brigade of cavalry, and a brigade of artillery. The corps sta tioned on the eastern and southeast. ern frontiers comprise additional troops. Altogether there are about 368,000 infantrymen, divided into 163 regiments of the line, four regiments of Zouaves, four of Algerian sharp shooters, or "Turkos," 30 battalions of chasseurs a pled ("Vitriers"), and five of African chasseurs (white troops). There are 89 regiments of cavalry, vis., 13 regiments of cuirassiers, 31 of dra goons, 14 of hussars, 27 of chasseurs (including the six white Algerian regi ments), and four of spahis. The field artillery numbers 80,000 drivers and gunners, divided into 40 regiments. There are, moreover, 16 batteries of siege artillery and seven regiments of engineers. Horses Asleep. Horses, when asleep, always ,have one ear pointed forward. The qbject evidently Is to hear sounds indicCting danger, whether they come from tho frort or from the rear.