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"Let your maid wait hero. You will
find Sefain in tins liouso. Tlicy say lie
is sleeping."
Anne's lids sank for a moment over
bar eves as if a throe of insupportable
reeling coursed throngn licr, which
might have been apprehension, pity or
love, and she entered the dim room. She
stood with loosely clasped hands and
looked down at Donald. Often during
the travail of tho long journey so im
pulsively undertaken she had wondered
what emotions would come to her iii
this moment when sho faced tho strag
gler who needed ami loved her, the man
sho loved.
Donald's lids showing bluo against
the broken and sunken face, the clam
miness upon the strip of pule forehead,
tho parched lips parted, the unguarded
heart crying cut its distress in tho fixed
expression of sorrow and appeal, were
like so many chords. around her heart
drawing her toward him. bho had done
right to conio to him.
A wild joy filled her as sho crosscd
the room to his side. L'ufc though sho
leaned above him ho still slept, not
knowing heaven was near. She sank 011
her knees and laid her cheek upon his
drooping hand as sho called him clearly
twice. Donald started forward, dazed.
The reality camo in Anne's kiss as sho
clung to him.
THE KXP.
1
"1 MIND THE DAY."
I miud the day I'd wish I was a say gull flyin
far,
For then I'd fly nncl find you in the west.
And I'd wish I was littlo roso as swoet as
roses nre,
For then you'd maybe wrnr it cn your breast,
Achray!
You'd maybe take and \v ar it on your breast.
I'd wish I could bo livin near, to lovo you day
and uiplit,
To let no throuble tcmr'i you or annoy.
I'd wish I could bo dyin hero, to rise a spirit
Ught,
So them above *ud let mo bring you joy,
MavroncI
If them above 'ud let 1110 win you joy.
And now I wish no wishes, nor over fall a tear,
Nor take a thought boyont the way I'm led.
I mind tho day that's overbyo arid bless the
day that here.
There bo to come a day when we'll bo dottd,
Aehray!
A longer, lighter day when we'll be deed.
—Moira O'Neill in Blackwood's Magazine.
BILINGUAL TELEPHONES.
& Story at tho Kxpcnno of a Milwaefeee
Mill!
onair IS re wer.
J. G. Nolen, who is an old timer in
the electrical construction business, tells
a story on "Val" Blatz, tho millionaire
brewer of Milwaukeo.
"Our company had had some corre
spondence with Mr. Elatz regarding the
patting in of a tclephono plant in his
big brewery establishment, and I was
sent up to try to closo a deal.
"I took a couple of phones with me
in order to mn!:o a practical demonstra
tion should 0110 bo required, and I went
with the intention of making a sale.
"I got to talking with Mr. I31ata and
showed him tho advantage of putting in
our intercomiminicative i-y^tcm through
out his establishment, llo listened at
tentively, and finally said:
'Yes, that is all so very true.
But,' and he spoke with tho conviction
of one who was putting a poser, but
my men down in tho malthouse and the
warehouses and cold storage are all
Dutchmen.
'I, myself, though a German and a
graduate of Leipsic and Heidelberg, can
speak English, but what would your
telephones bo to my Dutch workmen,
who cannot speak English at all?'
"Well, I saw how tho laud lay. Old
Val could not get it through his head
that the telephono would transmit any
thing but the languago of America. I
was'bound to make tho deal, as I said
before. So I romarked to Mr. Blata:
'I can put on some German rooeiv
ers if you so desire. 1 have some with
me.'
"I connected up tho phones, made a
show of changing tho receivers, and in
half an hour Mr. Blatz was talking to
one of his Dutchmon down in the maH
house. He was delighted.
'You may put them in,'ho said,
'and I shall want one German one in
the malthouse, one German one in each
warehouse, English ones in my offioe
and the business office and a German
one in tho cold storage houso.'
"We closed tho deal and Mr. Blatz
was glad to pay §2 extra for each Ger
man enunciator wo put in. When the
phones wero shipped from tho factory,
I had them labeled German and English
respectively, and the big brewer was
perfectly satisfied.
"It was five years before I saw Blatz
again," concluded Mr. Nolen. "Ho reo
ognized me at onco and said with a
hearty German laugh: 'You aro tho ac
commodating gentleman who put in tho
German and English telephones forme.
Well, you are a good ono.' "—Milwau
kee Telephone.
A Negro Turning Wlilte.
A curiosity rarely witnessed in this
country was seen at tho office of tho
pension examiners in this city today. It
wasta negro man turning white. The
man's name is Sam Smith. Ho is 07
years old and camo hero today from
Georgetown to stand an examination
foT a pension, In having served in tho
Union army. More than three-fourths
of tho man's entire body is white, tho
skin fairer by far than that of tho or
dinary whiio man. Tho dark skin re
fraining on tho body is only in small
spots. Smith says that his skin began
turning whito in 1KU7, and tho dork
skin has beni disappearing from tho
body ever since. Tho physicians who
examined him today think that should
the old man live a low years longer ho
will bo entirely whito savo ierhaps tho
face. A peculiar featuro of tho caso is
that the icuhas not been turning whito
along with tho rest of tho body, tho
whito only showing at a lew places be
neath the hair on tho forehead, and not
on tho i'aeo at all.—Lexington (Ivy.)
Letter in Cincinnati Eiiijuiror.
THEY WERE WED.
Pretty Miss Polly declared slie'd not wed.
She'd "rather, yes, rather, far rather, bo dead.
'Twere better to lio in tho cold, cold gravo
Than be some horrid man's humblo slave,
For what is wife a slave?" sho said,
A slavo when onco s.10 is wed!"
Handsome young Harry, too, said he'd not
wed.
For a wife must be petted nnd pampered Rnd
fed.
'Twere lu ttcr to live your life nil alone,
That your 110.se may escape the proverbial
grinds! ime,
"For a husband is naught but a slavel" I10
said,
"A slave when once ho is wed."
As might bo expected, this perverse young
pair
Fell in lovo at first sight and did straightwny
declare,
•Twere better, far better, they twain should
be ono
Than lonely to sigh and true happiness shun,
"For lavo 13 a slave, yes, a slavel" so they
said,
"Forever a slavo," and they wed.
—Anne H. Woodruff in Chicago Times-Her
ald.
LOVE IN TWO WARS.
"Well, now!" said Lieutenant Colo
nel Baseome, standing with ono hard
on his hip in front of tho regimental
headquarters tent. "Well, now! Thi-i
thing is getting muro and more to b^
sort of resurrection of tho dead and the
lifo of tho world to come."
Hero an orderly arrived, keeping step
in very creditable stylo with a tall,
rather slim, light haired youth for
whom Lieutenant Colonel Eascomo had
sent, whose square jaws had only just
bequn to take 011 tho brown of a first
week in camp. Both tho enlisted men
saluted.
"Leo Shepherd, sir Company P."
"H'm! I thought it was something
else. Lee Shepherd!" Lieutenant Colo
nel Baseome ruminated.
Nelly looked at her father with a de
cidedly quizzical veiling of her pretty
eyebrows, as if to ask why it should be
funny that a young man enlisted in the
local regiment of the national guard
lived in that neighborhood.
"I supposo
I
haven't seen you before,
eh?" her father went on, still address
ing Shepherd. "You belong to Com
pany P. How long have you been in the
regiment?"
"Two years, sir."
"Well,
I
haven't seen much of Com­
pany F, havo
I?
That's so. Aro most of
them as fine fellows as you, eh?"
Shepherd blushed to tho tips of his
ears, and the orderly grinned. Tho em
barrassed young man had no words for
a reply.
"Well, that's all. Thank you," said
the commanding officer.
And the two enlisted men saluted and
went their several ways.
"What rnado you do that, papa?"
Nelly asked as soon as they wero out of
hearing.
What? Ask that youngster his name?
I don't know, my child, exactly.
6ome sort of notion that
know whether
I
had
I
had seen his
face before. But—Lee Shepherd—I nev
er knew anybody of the name of Shep
herd—Shepherd. His face and his whole
look aro certainly familiar to me. But
I am getting old, daughter. That's the
whole of it."
The girl's trim blue sorgo was seen to
move leisurely down tho line of tents
and disappear around tho corner. Nelly
Baseome had taken an idea into her
head, and tho idea was taking hor for a
walk. She took tho turning which she
thought would lead her to the quarters
of Company P, and she was very nearly
right in her guess.
She was looking for Lee Shepherd and
was soon face to faco with him.
Leo smiled at the girl with an ex
pression of perfect understanding. She
was a little surprised that he showed no
surprise at her visit.
"Mr. Shepherd," sho said,
"I
I
don't
ought to apologizo for
troubling you"—
"You ought not, Miss Baseome,"
said Lee. "There is no call for an apol
ogy—hardly even for an explanation."
"Oh!"
"No. I know what you want to ask
me."
"You do?" said Nelly, in some sur
prise.
"You want to know if I know why
tho lieutenant colonel callod me back
just^now. Ho doesn't know any one of
tho namo of Shepherd, does he?"
"No, ho doesn't. Why did ho call
you back? Why did he ask your name?"
"Well, Miss Baseome, if you ask mo,
and if you promise not to spoil my
plan"—
"What plan?*
"My plan is to see whether your fa
ther's memory will go on troubling him
about 1110 until he finds out. Will you
promise not to tell him until I give
you leavo?"
"I promise," said Nelly, delighted at
being ablo to solve the mystery so soon.
"Well, then, hero's tho whole thing
in a nutshell. I'm very liko my grand
father. Everybody tells me that. Then,
you see, this hat, I supposo, brings out
the likeness. They used to wear hats
like these, you know."
"WhS'used to said Nelly. "Who
was your grandfather?"
"Why, my grandfather was a John
ny Eeb. Both my grandfathers wero.
But your father is thinking about my
mother's father, old General Good
lowe."
"Oh, that's it, is it? I romcmbor
now."
"Ever hear tho lientonant colonol
speak of tho time he was a prisoner of
war on parolo in North Carolina?"
"Of course I have, and Colonel Gbc»l
lowo had him tlioro at tho old place."
"That's right, and my mother used
to play crihbago with ltim when he
couldn't walk 011 account of his sprained
knee. Did he ever tell you that?''
Nelly shook her head, smiling. "Bat
lis your mother still living?" sho asked.
"I should so much liko^o meet her."
"Yes, "said Leo. "Sho would liko
to meet you."
"How do you know?"
1 Well, to be quito candid about it, I've
1 been disobeying orders from homo.
I
:ame north three years ago to go into
the cotton spinning business. Then I
joined the regiment, Company F. But
I never wrote your father's namo home
until we were called out for this war.
As soon as I told mother—she still lives
on the old place—who the lieutenant
colonel was, she wrote back. Here. I've
got her letter in ihy pocket. She says:
'You are going to serve under a Yank
who was your grandfather's prisoner of
war in 1SG3. Thank God that it can bo
so.' Then sho tells mo a perfect little
romance and wants me to go and intro
duce myself."
"Why didn't you?"
"It isn't good discipline for an enlist
ed man, you know."
"I think it's lovely. Come to tea to
morrow afternoon, will you?"
"How about military discipline, Miss
Baseome?"
"Obey my orders," said Nelly severe
ly. And with that she marched away.
But she said not ono word to lu Ei
ther about her discovery, although sho
knew what was puzzling him when he
sat pulling his mustache in tho tent aft
er evening parade.
Next afternoon, as Nelly and oae or
two girl friends whom she had invited
out to camp wero arranging things lor
her afternoon tea, the lieutenant colo
nel's daughter remarked to her father,
"Dad, I've invited only one man to tea
this afternoon—an enlisted man.
"Tho deuce you have!"
"Just so. Privato Leo Shepherd,
Company F."
"That lad I spoke to yesterday?"
"The same."
And just at that moment the orderly
reported Privato Shepherd, Company P.
"I'm here by order, sir," said Lee,
saluting.
The lieutenant colonol looked hard at
tho enlisted man for a moment or two,
and then burst out: "By jingo! It was
no hallucination after all. Didn't you
tell me you lived in this state?"
"Yes, sir. But you didn't ask me
where I was born. I'm from North Car
olina, and they say I look very much
like my grandfather, General Good
lowo."
But Nelly didn't hint to her father
that she knew anything of his civil war
romanco until a week later, when the
regiment was on tho eve of its departure
for the front.
Then sho said, taking his arm affec
tionately: "Dad, I'm glad you married
my mamma! I'm glad you didn't marry
General Goodlowe's daughter."
"Tut, tut, child! What are you talk
ing about?"
"Well, you know, all that cribbago
and all might havo ended in that way.''
Sho was laughing, as tho lieutenant colo
nel thought, very impertinently. Then
sho went on: "I mean it would—it's
better that Lee Shepherd isn't my
brother. I mean to say if he were I
should have both a father and a brothor
leaving mo to go and fight those Span
iards. That would be quite too much."
But tho fact that Lee Shepherd was
not her brother did not seem to alleviate
Nolly's sadnoss in tho least degree when
tho regiment started for the front next
morning.
Tho end of the story, in fact, cannot
bo told until tho present war ends and
Company gets home.—Ewen Mac
phcrsou in New York World.
Sheridan at tho Milliner's.
General Sheridan as he became oloer
conquered his shyness. At the time of
tho commune he was in Paris with his
aid-de-camp. There was also stopping
at tho same hotel a charming American
woman with whom he was slightly ac
quainted. The prisoners had been liber
ated and were rushing madly through
the streets. Tho order had also been
given that all windows and shutters
must bo kopt closed. Shut up in her
dark room and hearing the noisy rabblo
below, the woman became greatly
alarmed.
"Thorn is but ono thing for mo to
do," sho cried, "to insure safety. I will
put myself under the caro of the Ameri
can general."
She therefore sent her card to Sheri
dan, who at once called and offered his
services. He also advised that sho should
join his party in tho morning and get
away to London. Still she appeared dis
tressed. Finally sho cried: "It is my
bonnets at Virot's. They were to havo
been down today. How can I go and
leave them?"
Tho general grasped the situation and
offered his arm to escort her to tho mil
liner's. Happily it was not far off.
Ever.afterward he delighted to tell of
his pleasuro at seeing such an array of
dainty headgear. Ho had never been at
a milliner's before.—Now York Sun.
Maps of Valley Forge.
It is somewhat remarkablo that the
only known maps of the Valley Foiye.
encampment during the winter of
1777-8 wore mado known to an Amer
ican as lato as last summer, when
Juu-'o
Pennypacker discovered them in Am
sterdam, and that, presented before the
Sons of the Rov&lution on their visit to
Valloy Forgo Saturday, they will only
becomo known to tho American public
when published in the society's year
book. The serios of maps now in Judge
Pennypacker's possession and made
originally by a French engineer with the
American army includo not only care
ful drawings of tlw Valley Forgo en
campmont, but plans also of the battle
fields of Pennsylvania and New Jersey.
It is understood that tho plot of the
Valloy Forgo encampment modifies ma
terially the traditions concerning tho
camp, showing tho location of troops
whore heretofore no troops havo been
supposed to havo had thoir encampment.
Tho careful Hollander who contributed
so heartily to tho American cause ap
pears to havo contributed tho last chap
ter to tho history of the cause by pre
serving these maps until they fell into
tho right hands. Philadelphia In
quirer.
Swoet Woman.
Miss Passay—I dread to think of rny
fortieth birthday.
Miss Pert—Why? Did something un
pleasant happen then.-—Brooklyn Life.
V"'-!"
CUBA'S GARDEN SPOT.
SANTIAGO PROVINCE OFFERS MUCH
O E N E E I A E I A N S
In tho Captured Territory an Eutcrprfa»
ing Yankee Stands a Good Chance of
Making a Fortune—Some of the Ave
nues to Wealth.
Santiago province, a large slice of
which is now held by Uncle Sam, is
one of the garden spots of Cuba. The
district over which General Shatter
holds sway as military governor com
prises tho eastern tip end of the island
and it is probably, with the single ex
ception of the famous tobacco raising
region of Vuelta Abajo, the richest and
most fertile section of Cuba.
Something like 25.000 young Amer
icans have seen a good deal of Santiago
province of late. They have viewed it
under somewhat distracting circum
stances, it is true, but without doubt
many of those young volunteer soldiers
have had their eyes open and have not
ed tho business and commercial possi
bilities of the province. That some of
them will eventually find thoir way
back thero is a foregone conclusion.
Many will go with capital for invest
ment and it is entirely probable that
within the next few years tho commer
cial ties between this end of the Pearl
of tho Antilles and the United States
will bo many and firmly knit.
Level headed young men who have
fought the Spaniards and who aro still
wearing army uniforms may in the
course of a few years be the owners of
plantations, managers of factories or
heads of big business concerns with
offices in the city which they helped to
capture. Many northern soldier^ who
fought in tho Union army during the
civil war settled. in tho south after
peaco was declared, and there is no rea
son why many American soldiers should
not return to Cuba when the row is all
over.
Nowhere on the island could an en
terprising Yankee find better openings
TYPICAL CUBAN 1IOME, SANTIAGO PKOVIXCE.
than in tho eastern end of Santiago.
The rich alluvial soil has made it tho
chief sugar producing center in Cuba.
Tho black soil has a varying depth of
from 12 to 10 feet. Sugarcane has been
growing tliero without replanting from
10 to 20 years, and two yearly crops of
fine cano are raised with a minimum of
labor and expense. Coffee does very
well. A plantation matures
in six years.
Once producing, it is a small gold mine
to its owner. Cattle do well and have
proved very profitable.
The many possibilities with such a
soil and climate do not need descrip
tion. The province needs intelligent en
terprise and push, and it will blossom
with crops and prove one of tho richest
and most productive spots on earth—a
new Klondike.
The forests of eastern Cuba are al
most unexplored. They cover its moun
tain sides and abound in the choicest of
tropical mahogany, hard cedar, lignum
vita) and dyewoods.
The city of Santiago during the rains
is almost cut off from tho interior, save
by a short and unimportant section of
railway. It communicates by sea with
neighboring ports on the island and
ships to the world without sugar, cof
fee, dye and other woods, iron ore,
manganese and fruits. To that outer
world sho looks for her daily bread, her
foodstuffs, canned goods and the arti
cles? i)f everyday lifo and commerce.
They come to her by water and have so
como for nearly four centuries. Until
railways develop the interior and com
municate with other ports the high
way to Santiago will still bo by tho
open sea.
As to business enterprises on a small
scale, thero are innumerable openings
in Cuba for men with a little money,
but plenty of good judgment and en
ergy. A few acres in market gardening,
for example, with continuous crops from
year to year, would perhaps yield the
quickest and largest returns for t^ho
smallest amount invested. Chickon rais
ing, too, has always boen a strangely
neglected industry in tho West Indies.
Fowls and eggs figure conspicuously ev
ery day in tho Spanish-American menu,
yet nobody in Cuba has over gone into
"tho chickon business" with brooders
\ud incubators, as so many do with
lrofit in tho United States.
Tho possibilities of mining in San
tiago provinco cannot yet bo accurately
computed. Several largo and wealthy
companies havo been operating to somo
extent in iron and copper and report
that tho mines are practically exhaust
less.
Tho labor market which will be open
ed up by the development of the sur
rendered territory will necessarily be
limited, but skilled mechanics of cer
tain classos will be in demand. Machin
ists, electricians and engineers will find
it a rich field. On tho big sugar planta
tions much machinery is used, and more
will be installed as soon as American
push gets chance. Yes, Santiago is
bound to ci.iae to the fy:mt.
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