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NOW BATTLING FOR THE BOERS IN SOUTH AFRICA. A WEST POINT GRADUATE Popular at the Academy and also in the rmy Afterward —Married Rich, Has Domestic Trouble and is now Heard of With the Burghers. Joe Y. F. Blake is an adventurous Irish-American who is with the boers and at one time he was in the United States army. Officers who graduated in the West Point class of 'BO remem ber Blake as a daredevil, and he was familiarly known in the United States army as "Give a Damn” Blake. Al though not more than 42 years old, Blake has had a romantic career, dat ing from his first night in New York, when he was nearly killed by gas; during his four years at West Point, where it is alleged that he partici pated in the mystery surrounding the clipping of a colored cadet’s ears— Cadet Whittaker—down to his latest adventures in south Africa. An old friend of Blake, in recalling some of the incidents of the latter’s career, said: “I never knew a better specimen of physical culture. He was one inch more than bfx feet tall and mag nificently proportioned, not carrying an ounce of superfluous flesh, and COLONEL JOHN Y. F. ELA KB. was a natural born athlete. His striking appearance, genial manners and ready wit mde him most com panionable among men. Besides, he was a great favorite with the ladies — not what you would vulgarly call a masher, but a brave, gallant, polished gentleman, who had the happy fac ulty of saying and doing the right thing at an opportune moment with an unconscious and unaffected air that was irresistible. He could give and take a joke bet ter than the ordinary man, and many of his best stories are told on him self. He amused a company of jovial associates by relating his first expe ence in New York city when he came east to take his examination for ad mission to West Point. He received his designation from Kansas City, having been born in the rural dis tricts of Missouri. He left home ac companed by admonitions to look out for bunko steerers and confidence men and was particularly cautioned not to blow out the gas. “As he tells it, his first night in New York came very near being his last. He retired late. The follow ing morning the clerk, becoming alarmed at his nonappearance, sent a servant to ascertain what had become of him. His door was found locked, and there was a strong smell of escap ing gas. The door was forced open, and young Blake was found in an al most exhausted condition. His friends insisted that he blew out the gas, and he let it go at that. “He had no difficulty in passing the examination and entered West Point Sept. 1, 1876. He graduated four years later and was assigned to duty with the sixth cavalry in Arizona. While at the academy he was the ringleader in all the fun and frivolity indulged in by the cadets. He was probably the most popular member of his class. It is said that he was the ringleader in the sensational incident attending the alleged clipping of Cadet Whittaker’s ears There has always been more or less mystery surrounding the affair of Cadet Whittaker. It is even said that Blake actually performed the ear clipping, but this is not vouched for. “While with his regiment in Arizona he was a constant source of merri ment for his associates, and he helped to brighten up camp life at that far away station to an extent well re membered by the officers of the sixth. His feats of horsemanship often astonished e*en the cowboys in the west, and ‘Give a Damn’ Blake is to this day often referred to as ‘the test horseman that ever sat in a gov ernment saddle.’ In October, 1887, he was promoted to the rank of first lieutenant. “Two years later he resigned and tarried one of the richest belles oi Grand Rapids, Mien., whom he met at Fort I eavenworth. After leaving the service he took up his residence in Grand Rapids and engaged in the railroad business. He was as pop ular in business circles and society in Grand Rapids as he was in the army. Prosperty in business and popularity in society were more easily attained by Blake than domestic tranquility. A few years later his friends heard, to | their dismay, that a shadow had fall ien over the magnificent household of their once jolly companion and class- I mate. He separated from his wife and left Grand ftapids for parts un j known. "Possessed of an independent nat ure, accompanied by a certain amount of pride which would naturally be I found in a man of his nature, he de -1 eided to part from all associations in Grand Rapids. About six years ago • some of the friends of his youth heard ! from him in south Africa, whither he | drifted soon after shaking the dust of I Grand Rapids from his feet. NORTH POLE EXPLORERS LOST. End of Search for Three Missing Men of Italian Expedition. The pa.’ty which the duke of the Abruzzi sent to Franz Josef Land in March last to search for the three missing men who were lost on one of his sledging expeditions last year has returned to Sandefiord, Norway. The expedition brings no news of the lost explorers, and the conclusion Is inevitable that the unfortunate men on their journey over the sea ice back to the Duke’s headquarters lost their way and perished of their privations. In the sledging season of 1900 the duke of the Abruzzi sent two ex peditions north to find the northern limit of Franz Josef Land and to travel as far north toward the pole as possible. Both started from the vessel Stella Po'.are, when she was frozen in the ice in latitude 81 degrees 65 minutes. The first expedition was a failure owing to the frightful cold, the temperature falling to an unusual ly low point. The party returned to the ship late in February. On March 11 a fresh attempt was made. Ten men and many dogs started northward. The cold was still bitter, the mercury sometimes falling to fifty-eight degrees below' zero. The traveling was difficult, for the ice was very rough w'herever it was not covered by heavy snow. In ten days Captain Cagni and his men had made only forty-three and a half miles from the ship. It was now evident that if a long journey was made the party must be reduced in size, as the provisions would not suffice for ten men; so Lieutenant F. Querinl, the helmsman, H. Stckken, and the Alpine guide, F. Ollier, were instructed to return to the ship. Nothing was heard from them after they started on the return I journey. Ten days later Captain I Cagni decided to reduce still further j his party and sent back three more men, who safely reached the Stella Polare and were much surprised to learn that their comrades had not ar rived. Meanwhile Captain Cagni with two Alpine guides and one seaman pushed his way to the noth, passed Nansen’s furthest, and on April touched 86 degrees 33 minutes latitude, the nearest approach yet made to the pole. Here they determined to turn back, as their lives w'ould be im perilled if they tried to advance furthtr with their slender supply of food. They reached the ship on June 23, with two sledges and seven dogs. From the force remaining at the ship the duke of the Abruzzi had sent out search parties in all directions. No trace was found, but the supplies of food were left at places w'hich it was thought the lost men might reach, and soon after the expedition had re turned home its leader began prepara tions for sending out the search ex pedition that has just returned from its fruitless mission. The whaling vessel Capella was chartered and put in command of Captain Stokken, father of the miss ing helmsman. If the men were still alive there could be no doubt that they would make their way to the south coast, where they would be sure to meet their rescuers. The ielief party made a careful search of the entire south coast, but. not a trace could they find of the lost men. Every hope was finally aban doned, and the prow of the Capella was turned homeward after a stone monument had been reared at Cape Flora to the memory of three mor victims of the ice sfa. TREED BY A MOOSE. Capt. John Claflin of Beverly, Mass., Tells How It Happened. “Capt. John H. Claflin, a Beverly sportsman, just home from a trip into the big game regions of Maine, no longer scoffs at stories of moose tree ing hunters, for he knows they do and the knowledge comes by actual experience,” says the Boston Herald. Here is his own story. "We had been in camp about a week when our guide brought us a story that a big moose w-as tracking In the burn'd regions about the camp. I said noth ing to the party about my Intentions but that night resolved that I would capture that big moose, and capture him single handed. “The next morning.l left camp early There was over two feet of snow on the ground, and traveling through the woods with the windfalls hidden by the snow on the track of a phantom moose was no easy task. "Toward noon I found tracks of the big fellow, and the prints soon con vinced me that our guide was right when he said the moose was a large ’un. I followed those tracks for two I hours, and finally I struck an old wood road, and there, 200 yards In front of | me, was my quarry, and a real mon arch of the forest he was, too His head was high In the air. his nose pointed, his ear 9 on the alert, and so | still was he that I feared he had scented me. But luckily the wind was right, and the prize stalked ou his way unaware of my presence. “I worked up carefully behind him but I could not seem to get a shot at a vital point. Finally 1 gate up try ing, and lev led my 26 Winchester at his hind shoulders. 1 pumped three shots at him as rapidly as 1 could work the lever. I saw that he was uot hurt He turned and saw me as i was ready to fire again. Almost instantly, it seemed, he was driving for me, head down, and with his big horns sweeping close to the snow. “I saw I had to do something. 1 dropped my rifle and swung on to th branch of the nearest tree. I had just time to swing myself up before the maddened animal was under my perch He made furious efforts to buck tie tree. He pawed away the snow i-.f front of it, all the time keeping up a terrible snorting. At times I thought he would tear the tree down. “For three hours, or it seemed that long to me, he kept guard under that tree, while I was praying that he would go away and let me go back to camp. Finally he got tired of waiting, and, with one fierce bellow, he left me. After waiting a while, to be sure he would not come back, 1 jumped down took out my watch, and as near as 1 could figure, I had been three-quarters of an hour in the tree, but that 46 minutes seemed a big part of a life time to me. “I picked up my rifle, started for camp, and got in just before darkness began to fall. I had little to say that night about my trip into the -woods and if I had told my story I doubt if some of the party would have believed me. “If anyboy tells you that a moose will not turn on a man, you can tell him that he is mistaken, for I hav> been up against him, and know that he will.” THEY DRESSED THE PICTURE. How Some Nuns Hung a Worldly Painting on Their Refectory. An English woman who has just re turned from Palestine, brings home a laughable account of the skill of some of the eastern nuns in dressing up a picture. Hanging in the refectory of their convent at Bethlehem was a copy of the well known painting of the late empress of Austria, representing her in full court dress. The picture had a decoration which the nuns explained as follows: “Yes, the shoulders! You see, madam, when her majesty sent us her portrait from Vienna after her visit to Palestine and her stay in our humble home, we were overwhelmed with joy. Our first thought was to hang it in our chapel. But then the gay dress! Then we decided to dec orate our refectory with it, and so we did, only we could uot have con stantly before our eyes those bare shoulders and that bust half uncov ered. We were in sore embarrass ment, when happily our lady super ior, who is a very clever woman, came to our rescue. She took a pair of scissors and a piece of white paper, and cut out, as you see, a well fitting guimpe, which she fixed on the bare place by a few pins, so small indeed that the holes they make in the can vas are of no consequence at all.” A QUEER HOSPITAL. There’s a hospital down on Absurdity Square, Where the queerest of patients arc tended with care. When I made them a visit I saw in a crib A little Umbrella who had broken hie rib. And then I observed in the very nexi bed A bright little Pin who had bumped his poor head. They said anew cure they'd decided to try On an old Needle, totally blind in one eye. I was much intersted, and soon I espied A Shoe who complained of a stitch in her side. And a sad-loking patient who seemed in the dumps Wa6 a Clock, with a swell face bo cause of the mumps. Then I tried very hard, though I feai ’twas in vain To comfort a window who har a bad pane. And 1 paused just a moment to cheer! ly speak With a pale Cup of Tea who was awfully weak. As I took my departure I met on the stair Anew patient, whom they were handling with care, A victim perhaps of some terrible wreck — 'Twas a Squash who had fatally broken his neck. —Carolyn Wells. A Detroit man deals in second-hand railroads. His transactions are chiefly in logging railroads, although he does a nice business with a large number of narrow gauge railroad and wttti many of the shorter standard-gauge lines which, while branching off from trunk lines, are operated by local companies. These lines buy a loco motive, a passenger coach or a half | dozen or so freight cars Just as re quirements dictate, and are always jon the lookout for the second-hand man’s catalog and bargain offers. GIRL OF THE RED MOUTH. ! Girl of the red mouth. Love me! Love me! ! Girl of the red mouth. ! Love me! ‘Tis by its curve. I know, ; Love fashiouet his bow. And bends It —ah. even so! j Oh. girl of the led mouth, love me! ; Girl of the blue eye. | Love me! Love me! 1 Girl of the dew eye, | Love me! ; Worlds bang for lamps on high; And thought’s world lives in thy Lustrous and tender eye— Oh, girl of the blue eye, love me! Girl of the swan's neck. Love me! Love me! Girl of the swan's neck. Love me! Asa marble Greek doth grow To his steed’s back of snow, Thy white necks sits thy shoulder so— Oh. girl of the swan's neck, love me! Girl of the low voice. Love me! Love me! Girl of the sweet voice, Lovo me! Like the echo of a bell— Like the bubbling of a well— Sweeter! Love within doth dwell, Oh, girl of the low voice, love me! —Martin McDermott. Short Stor? of the ©a? THE HEIRESS OF NORTHWOOD. “Jemima Anne Hayward! Great Caesar! What a name!” “Now, Frank, I will have none of your confounded nonsense. I suppose you want your wife to be a Daisy, or a Primrose, or a Lily—a pretty wax doll, with flaxen curls and blue eyes, like the heroine of a penny novelette.” And Col. Beresford smiled sarcastically as his eyes rested on the handsome face of his son. “You are very much mistaken, father,” replied the young man, as he turned from the window from which he had been gazing with admiration on the fair scene which even winter could not succeed in robbing of its charm. "I assure you I have no such ideal as you describe. But don't you admit that it is most unreasonable to have my future wife chosen for me without either consulting my wishes or those of the lady herself? You know we have never even seen each other.” “Fiddlesticks!” growled the colonel, “that’s all sentimental rubbish. Re member that Oakfleld Park is heavily mortgaged and we shall be beggars if you throw away the chance of this brilliant marriage for the sake of your ridiculous sentiment. Why, there are hundreds of fellows in your position who would envy you the prospect of marrying the heiress of Northwood manor.” “Besides,” he added, in a more con ciliating tone, “you will have plenty of opportunity of seeing her. Lady Westborough, her chaperone, has in vited you to spend some time at North wood for the purpose of making the young lady’s acquaintance. Her com ing of age will be celebrated in about a month, and your engagement will have to be announced at the Hall which will be given on that occasion. Before Sir Philip's death he made all these arrangements, although his daughter was then only six or seven years old. The poor fellow had once been under a great obligation to me, and he thought this was the best method of repaying it.” “I wish he had chosen some other way of showing his gratitude. How ever, I have no objection to becoming acquainted with the heiress, but no power on earth will compel me to mar ry her!” and a loud bang of the library door prevented all further remon strance fom the colonel. Three weeks later. The soft strains of the Intermezzo to "Cavilleria Rusticana” were re sounding through the richly furnished drawing-ioom of Northwood Manor, and as the last chord of Mascagni’s beautiful composition subsided the musician rose from her seat'and was about to leave the room. “Play that again, Miss Granville. Please do,” pleaded a young man, lay ing aside the Look in which he had tried In vain to feel interested, and advancing toward the piano. “That seems to be a particular favorite of yours, Mr. Boresford, but I’m afraid I cannot wait to play it over again—Lady Wes thorough will be wondering what has become of me. You must remember,” she said, as she turned to collect some scattered pieces of music, "you must remember that I am a dependent in this house I am only Miss Hayward’s companion. Con sequently, I cannot afford to spend all my spare moments at the piano, how ever much I should like It.” “I can’t bear to hear you talk In that way.’’ he exclaimed passionately. "O, I’m not making any com plaint,” she replied quickly, pretend ing not to notice the unmistakable tenderness in his tone. “I am treated very well—almost like one of the family, and I am quite content. But, indeed, I must go now and look after Miss Hayward. She is laid up with a bad headache, and ” "Oh. bother Miss Hayward!” he mut tered impatiently. "Why are you al ways reminding me of her existence?" “You ought not to speak so dis respectfully of your future wife,” and there was the faintest suspicion of raillery in her voice. “My future wife,” he echoed. “She is not my future wife. I will never marry the heiress of Northwood.” The corners of the girl s moulh twitched slightly, and there was a mischievous sparkle in her dark eyes. “You are very foolish.” she said. ”to allow a silly prejudice to spoil your prospects in life—great heiresses are not to be met with every day. Of course ‘Jemima Anne’ is not exactly a pretty name, but that is no fault of i hers. After all ” “But it's her name—it's herself,” he interrupted, irritably. “1 never met any one I disliked so much. “Oh!” she exclaimed, "I thought it was only her name you objected to," and she carelessly plucked off the petals of a flower which was fastened at her belt. “But, Miss Granville—Violet,” and he pressed the hand which rested on the piano, “surely you know—you must know that I love you.” “Hush! You forget who I am. Don't be so foolish as to dream of marrying a penniless girl. Remember Miss Hayward will be of age tomor row, and she will then have complete control over an immense fortune—a fortune which will be more than suf ficient to enable you to fulfill your loftiest ambitions.” “Violet, darling, I beg you not to mention her name to me again. It is quite impossible that she cculd ever be my wife. What do I care for her wealth or her possessions. One word from you would make me a thousand times happier than all the riches in the world. “Don’t make rash promises, you silly boy. Of course you will marry Miss Hayward, and I shall be one of the first to congratulate you on your engagement.” “If you care so very little,” he said, bitterly, “at least do not mock my feelings. I assure you I cannot marry Miss Hayward, and I Intend writing to my father this very evening to ac quaint him of the fact.” “Promise me," she said, earnestly, "that you will not write to Col. Beres ford for two or thlee days more. “Of course, since you wish it, I can not refuse, but do not imagine for one single moment that there is the slight est chance I shall ever change my mind.” * * * * * * * * Frank Beresford was seated before his bedroom tire, gazing vacantly into the bright flames, and indulging In the bitterest and most gloomy thoughts. He was to leave Northwood Manor the next morning, but where to turn his steps he knew not. He dare not go back to Oakfleld Park and meet his father, whose dearest hopes he had bo keenly disappointed by refusing to marry the heiress; and yet—oh! bit terest thought of all!—the woman for whose sake he was willing to sacrifice everything, treated him with cold in difference. The young man’s serious reflections were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door, and the butler announced Miss Hayward wish ed to speak to him for a few minutes in the library. By no means relishing the Idea of a tete-a-tete with the mis tress of Northwood in his present frame of mind, he slowly made his way downstairs. When he opened the library door a radiant figure, sparkling with diamonds, advanced to meet him "Violet, dearest,” he exclaimed, Im pulsively, “this is indeed a pleasant surprise/ I expected to see Miss Hayward here, but I suppose there was some mistake.” “There was no mistake,” she re plied, and there was an amused look in her beautiful dark eyes. “I am the woman whom you so often de clared you hatod, whose very name was the subject of your ridicule, and whose hand and fortune you spurned with contempt—ln one word, I am Jemima —Anne —Hayward," and she pronounced each syllable slowly and distinctly. “What? You!” he exclaimed in credulously. "Then who Is the lady whom I have always believed to be the heiress?” “She Is my companion, Violet Granville—we simply exchanged places. Forgive the deception, Frank —lt was only a little trirk of mine. You see”—and there was a ring of triumph in her voice—”l was deter mined that my husband should love m< for myself, not for my money.” "Darling, can it be really true?” and he drew her tenderly toward him. "Did I not tell you that I should be the first to congratulate you on your engagement to Miss Hayward?" and she laughed gayly. “You little minx! Who would Im agine you could ever deceive me so cruelly! But you must let me call you Violet. It has become so familial now that I could scarcely change it.” “Oh, you may call me anything you like,” she answered, her face beaming with love and happiness, “for after all dearest, what’s in a name?”—Woman’s Life. Still a Good Chance. "Do you think there is any hope?” asked the disconsolate lover. "Hope!” repeated his wise sister. "Of course there Is." "But she told me,” persisted the disconsolate lover, "that she never wanted to see my face again when we had our last quarrel." “She didn’t mean It,” asserted the wise sister. “I know she didn’t mean it. When I was there today your pho tograph still stood on her dresser. Un til that disappears there is no reason to despair." LINES TO A DESK. No critic in fb country ! Would call thee picturesque; Sure, there must be—dim veiled from me, A devil of the desk! Right there were Jones poem* tossed— Right there were Jones’ poems lost! And then—that cozy corner, W r ith manuscripts content, Held Laura's songs in rhyming throngs. But—la>rd knows they went! The bishop’s sermon, too. was there; And now it’s hiding—Heaven knows where! Was ever such a mixture? Stories in the chapters grand. And springtime odes in flowery load 8— P.nre lyiics of the land! Pri ons of pens nt>t picturesque— Worlds of confusion in a desk! —Atlanta Constitution Facts and Figures. Asiatic Turkey is to be rescued from semi-barbaiianism by the con struction of $14,000,000 worth of rail roads. one of which will run through the Euphrates valley from end to end. The new roads will follow the old caravan routes and they will touch all the principal cities and towns of hible lands. Only two-thirds of the area of the lot can be covered In- Stockholm, ex cept on street corners, where three fourths is allowed. The remainder of the lot must be reserved for courts, for light and ventilation. All chim ney lines must be twelve or fifteen inches, and must be swept once a month from October to April by official chimney sweepers. In no other country in the world is the cigar so popular as in Germany, so much so that It Is impossible to raise enough tobaceo in the empire to supply the domestic demand. year Germany imported nearly $22,- 000,000 worth of tobacco, a little more than a third of It coming from the United States. The use of the cigar ette is rapidly spreading in Germany. Last year 386 tons of cigarettes were consumed at least five times as many as were needed ten years ago. At the present time there are seven self-propelling tire engines in the coun try. Those In the Boston department have been in Rervice since 1897. and have proved of great value. Each weigh nearly nine tons, hut are easier •o handle than those drawn by horses. They answer second alarms, and are nu* better hill-climbers than the horse engines. The largest size en gines throw an average of 870 gallons a minute, about twice the amount of of water thrown by the average horse engines. The faculty of the university of Vir ginia. upon the suggestion of the alumni residing in St. Louis, will rec ommend to the state legislature the erection of a state building at the world’s fair that shall he a reproduc tion of the Montieello mansion of Thomas Jefferson. The faculty will also ask the 5,000 alumni of the uni versity for funds to erect a world’s fair building modeled after the ro tunda of the university, to be a per manent museum and hail of fame, and to contain a marble statue of Jefferson As is well known, certain species of snail form a favorite dish with French gommets, and the cultivation of these land mollscn Is conducted on a large scale in the outlying suburbs of Paris particularly in the department of Aube, where there are large snail gar dens, with plantations of thyme, mint parsley and chervil for the animals to feed on. When a Frenchman takes snails wild he leaves them. If prudent a few days to digest their last men' for there is a current belief that they may bo dangerous if they have recent 'y fed on poisonous plants. A Willing Martyr. School teachers sometimes ask their pupils queer questions If one may believe a story told by the young est member of th< Wtthlngton family Hlr, mother one morn lug discovered a shortage In her supply of pies, baked the day before, and her sus picions fell upon Johnny. "Johnny,” she said, "do you know what became of that cherry pie that, was on the second shelf In the pantry?” “Yes, ma'am,” he replied, “I ate it. Hut 1 had to.” "You had to!” exclaimed his astonished mother. "What do you mean, child?" "The teacher asked yesterday If any of us could tell her how many stones there are in a cherry pie, and I couldn't find out without eating the whole pie, could I? There’s Just a hundred and forty-two.”—Youth’s Companion. Old-Time Jersey. Ft. Elmer Clement, of North Sixth strer t, Camden, Is the possessor of one of the oldest maps of New Jersey made from a survey of 179. It shows Burlington county as running from the Delaware river to the Atlantic oeeau. and shows no seacoast town between Deed*, near IJttle Egg Harbor bay and Cape May F'oint. Burlington Is spelled Hirdllngton, and Bordentown called Boordenstown. It Is quaint In appearance as compared with modern maps. The state was divided Into thir teen counties. Generally speaking, it Is an Interesting relic of ancient times and prised very highly by the owner who keeps It In prime condition, not withstanding Its seniority in years.— Newark News.