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CUPID'S SPECIAL AGENT
A Story For St. Valentine's Day. By ADDISON HOWARD GIBSON. [Copyright, 1913, by American Press Asso ciation.] IT was the morning of St. Valen tine's day, with the Joyous brightness which makes the Feb ruary days in southern Califor nia a rbalized dream of delight. The winter rains and sunshine had coaxed the flowers in the Avery garden into early bloom. Dan Avery noted this as he sat smoking in the open alcove and gazed moodily at the great purple vio lets and the shy lily of the valley in the ample beds of his brother's beau tiful flower garden. He remembered bitterly they were the favorites of the girl with whom he had quarreled after the ball at Mrs. Holden's reception. "Uncle Dan, don't you know some thing about hearts?" Dan Avery turned and looked into the troubled face of his small nephew and namesake. "Hearts!" he repeated, with a bitter smile. "What do you want to know about hearts, old man?" Dan junior, about six years old, brushed coaxingly against big Dan's leg as he displayed a pair of scissors in one hand and a large three corner ed piece of pink paper in the other. "I'm trying to cut out a heart," he explained, pushing the paper toward his uncle. "It's Valentine's day. and I want to make a heart for Cynthia and take it over to her house." "Why 'don't you buy one for her in stead of haggling one out of paper?" asked his uncle. "Cynthia likes things her friends make for her best," informed Dan jun ior. "That's why I'm making this val entine for her. Yesterday I was very angry with Cynthia, and I didn't mean to send her a valentine. But I'm not cross at her today, and I want to fix up a heart with some pictures I've got and take it over to her house." "Cynthia?" mused the young man. "Is she Miss Marvin's little niece?" "Yes, Cynthia's parents are dead, and she lives with her grandma and her auntie--our auntie," Dan junior ex plained. "'Our auntie?'" quoted Uncle Dan, with a peculiar lIght in his brown eyes. "Does Miss Marvin object to your call ing her auntie?" "No; she likes me, Cynthia's auntie does. She says so." "Does she? I wish she'd like me," sighed the young man bitterly. "Maybe she would if you'd ask her. But big fellows like you don't need aunties," he opposed. "Don't we? What do we need, then, old man?" pinching the cheek of Dan junior. "You need to get an auntie for me, not an auntie for you," laughed Dan junior, resting his elbows on Uncle Dan's knees and watching the reshap ing of the paper heart. "Will you help me, Dan junior?" "Sure thing, I'll help you. I'll ask Cynthia's auntie," said the little fel low seriously. "Maybe she" "What made you fall out with Cyn thia?" asked Uncle Dan, carefully trimming the heart in his hand. "Oh, she let Clyde sit by her in Sun day school last Sunday. Then she 'nt him walk home with her and carry her red parasol. Clyde's that boy with curls. I don't like to see a boy wear curls, do you, Uncle Dan? It makes 'em look too girly." "Right you are, Dan junior," laughed his uncle. "It made me very angry to have Cynthia get so thick with Clyde, but I'm over it today, and I'm going to make up." "And this paper heart is to be a peace offering," observed Uncle Dan as, having finished, he watched Dan Junior inspect his work critically. Then he printed very carefully round the edge: "I dove you. Be my valen tine. Let's be friends again." "I'd like to be friends with some one again," remarked Uncle Dan as his hopeful namesake laboriously finished the printing. "Did some little girl forget you same as Cynthia did me?" persisted the in terrogator. Uncle Dan nodded his head gloomily. Dan junior drew nearer in sympathy. "Has she soft yellow hair like Cyn thia's?" he inquired. "Yes," answered his uncle. "Is she bootiful as Cynthia?" "More beautiful, old man." "Does she divide her candy kisses with you ?" "No." "Cynthia always does!" he announc ed, with an air of triumph. "Does she kiss you when you make up?" "She won't let me kiss her," con fessed Uncle Dan. "Don't she love you, Uncle Dan?" "I wish I knew, kiddo." "Then why don't you send her a val entine and find out?" "Thank you just the same, old man, but I don't believe I'll venture that far," returned Uncle Dan. "My little girl loves flowers. What do you think of flowers for a valentine?" Dan junior regarded the pink paper heart in his hand very lovingly; then A Man of Ability. Tomson-Johnson has no ability of any kind. Jackson-No ability? Non. sense. Why, he can ask you for a loan in such a way that you thank your lucky stars for the opportunity to ac commodate him.-London Tit-Bits. Bewarel Beware of the miau who knows too much. especially if it happens to be yourself.- Life. A Large Hearted Valentine. MY heart is brimming o'er with love, And It is sent to you from me. it's no small gift that you receive, For my heart's large, as you can see. But, though my heart is mighty big, It still is growing. Yes, that's true, Because it swells and swells and swells Each moment that I think of you. he looked from the alcove into the gar den where the bright February sun shine was opening many a ibud on plant and vine. "I see," said Uncle Dan. "Personal ly you prefer tile heart. But if you'll help me we'll gather some violets and lilies of the valley in the garden. I'd rather send those." When a large bunch of flowers hatd been gathered and neatly arranged with sprays of asparagus fern Dan junior observed: "Don't you think she'll be sorry she made you cross and Crlannky when she sees that bouquet?" "I hope to goodness she will," said Uncle Dan. "I'm sure she'll love you now if she likes flowers." "I hope you're right, prophet," laugh ed Uncle Dan, huggiing his nephew gleefully. "Will you take them to her yourself when I take Ihe heart to Cynthia ?" "I had thought of sending you with my valentine," hesitated Uncle Dan. "You're my special agent today." "What's a special agent, Uncle Duan?" "A fellow who undertakes a very im portant mission or duty for another," smiled his uncle. "Well." laughed Dan junior, "I'm a special agent for Valentine's day. But you've got to go with me. Yes, sir," pulling at Uncle Dan's coat. "Come on. Does your little girl live near Cyn thia?" "That's a secret," whispered Uncle Dan mysteriously. "You shall learn presently." Uncle Dan turned up the street with him and walked directly to Cynthia's door. "Are you going to wait for me?" asked Dan junior. "Certainly. I can't go without my agent, can 1?" appealed Uncle Dan. Dan junior smiled at this display of good comradeship on the part of his young uncle. Then he plressed the electric button on the door, peering anxiously through the glass. Present ly the door was opened by a beautiful young woman with eyes just the color of the violets in the box in Uncle Dun's hand. Miss Edna Marvin's cheeks flushed ,softly when she met the eyes of the larger caller. "I've brought this to Cynthia," an nounced Dan junior, holding up the envelope. "Uncle Dan ca:me along, because it's Valentine's day, and I'm his snecill ,'ilent." "Oh, I see'" laughed Mliss Marvin, recovering from her surprise. "Come in," she invited them. "Thank you," said Uncle Dan in a strange voice, that made Dan junior stare at him as Miss Marvin ushered them into the sunny parlor. "Have seats," said Cynthia's auntie. "Mamma and Cynthia have gone over to the postoffice, but they will be back in a few minutes." Dan junior looked disappointed; but, seeing Uncle Dan pIlce the box of flowers on the piano stool, he said: "You ought to see the valentine that Uncle Dan has in that box for his lit tle girl." "Indeed! I should like to see it," smiled Miss Marvin. "You won't care if I show Auntie Edua your valentine, will you, uncle Dan?" asked the little boy, crossing to the piano stool. "No, Indeed; go ahead," consented his uncle, fumbling somewhat nervously with his hat. "You see, auntie," the emissary ex plained, "Uncle Dan was awful blue because his little girl went with anoth er fellow. It made him cross and cranky, but I persuaded him to send her a valentine and tell her he was Porry he fussed with her. I wanted him to send her a heart like he helped me make for Cynthia." he continued, untying the card that fastened the box, "but Uncle Dan said that might be go ing too far." "What did Uncle Dan mean by go ing too far?" inquired Miss Marvin half mischievously, but hiding her pretty face in the little fellow's fluffy hair. "I guess he meant he loved her, but was afraid to tell her." speculated Dan junior. "You have it right, youngster," Un cle Dan laughed nervously. "If I loved a little girl I'd tell her right out, and I'd kiss her, too," declar ed the emissary positively. "Uncle Dan says he's never kissed his little girl. Don't you think he ought?'," "Oh, the lovely flowers!" cried Miss Marvin rapturously as she glanced at the card pinned to the bouquet. Then she bid a very rosy face back of the fragrant bunch as she held it as a screen between her and the larger caller. "Do you like them, auntie?" asked Dan junior, putting his arms about the nrcth*' ~,,Ii( "Violets and lilies of the valley are my favorites." she answered, resting a burning check against his hair. "That's what Uncle Dan said about his little girl when we picked the flow ers. Auntie Edna. I wish you were Un cle Dan's little girl; then you could be my really. truly auntie. Why, how red your face is!" "You're i veery, very foolish little boy," she said. putting one finger half plyfully o1 or his red lips. "Well, I do wish it." he insisted, pulling the linger hnway and holding it in his chubby hand. "I wonder who Uncle Darn's little girl is?" he mused, turning the 'slird pinled to the bou quet so he could read tile name. "Miiss Edna Marvin, with sincere regards," hlie read. Then hI looked very long at his Un cle D)an :ini hlcnlk igain into the lovely "1 WISH YOU WERE UNCLE DAN'S LITTLE (tllIL." flushed f:ac'e Iehinid its screen of ferns and violets. "Why." he cried joyously, "you are Un:ile I:arn's little girl, ianil he never told mue!" ''Then he p)1liled his uncle over to 1Miss Marvin's side and put their hatnds together'. "Now ye a'in kiss anrd make up, just like ('wynli:l ain I1 will," he ad vised. "'l'li;il's 'wha:it we have Valen tine's day for." he added wisely. "Olh, there's Cytnthia now! I hear her in the ynr'd. I miust run' and surprilse her. She dhln't expect I'ld ring her at 'valentille. You don't rneed uie for your spel''iail agIienit ally imore, do you, Uncle Dan?" "No, I doi't need you any longer, old mnn. IRun awary anil ird id Cynthia," he directed r :s oine l 'rInl stole unll're.dst antly aboullt lith slender ligrll'e of 'Edlnat Marvin. BAY LEAVES AID CUPID. How One May Learn Identity of Fu, ture Life Partner. I)o you w:\at to know who will n your future ll' 11h1111d or wife? here Ih on1e 11 11hl of' drawing 111(side itte veo of the flutre. 'The night before St Valelhin('s (Ily pin a buy lenf to ea(.c ('orille' (if yiullr i llow and ii11(111lh r ht the centerl. N\t lle eac(h lleaf f i:1 per son f 0 lo l' sie sexIp iie exl l wholl you ore itero'stld. T'ien go to sleep, int if youl dreim of eilher of the live that person is to be Vyour valentine for life. Allolt hlr more heroic method hias beet; ill vogiue for hu drlllllt(d of yearll. ., e (love 1 11 t elolk of hard111(1 boiled (egg (Id till the hollow wvitlh salt. Eat the eZ shell, salt 1 i11( all, after going to bed, Then1 g go to sleep)-f you n11-without lolelking 1' d(lrinking. You will dream Uhit suta(e ll'rsln brings you a d(11lik, whi.ih o.lu wlill Surely want, l11d 11that p(''.o8n is Ile rh lie shirer of your fu t e .joys 111(1a sorrowlts. A: I'thor lu li.] ( (1 ill 'vogle at a'll(en. l e pIarli,'s is fo' 11111 to write tlhe 1011(101s of S'te'11 girls oil slips of pa per, roll t Ih sl1ips into pellets of clay a11 drop them111 into the water. 'lhe girl 11m'lil on the slip fthat first col.es to the lsurfe is hisn valentilne. It Would Be Appreciated. "What reform are you interested in "I'm 'dvo'cating that people be I paid double for titl, work they do when they don't feel like working."-Chicago Ree ord.-lerald. The Only Way. If he comes to borrow ten 1 am' out. Tell him, office boy, again 1 am out. It's the only way to win Or to save my hard earned tin, For if he should find me in I am out. -Lippincott's Magazine. Some Distance. "They tell 1ie that the Swedes are very thrifty." said Dawson. "They make a little money go a great way." "You bet they do!" said Dubblelgh. "They send pretty nearly all they get hack to Sweden That's a good 6,000 miles, Isn't it?"-.Judge's Library. Puzzled. Willis-Are you going to take that flat you were speaking about? Gilbbs-I don't know. Of course we can keep the baby in the kitchen range during the summer. but I don't know where we can put him in the winter.-Satire. The Belated Angel. She said that she would meet him If in a taxi he'd wait, And when she came to greet him She was quite two dollars late. -New York Sr1. A Joke Was No Joke With Him. Men who purchase country weekly lnewslpaplers not infrequently bhave a deisire to roll lup their' sleeve and do the won Such i man, a Scotchman, was recently mentioned by E. W. MIII ler otf Otta W. ll.. when a crowd of writers were relating experiences they ';lni had. This man, Iacording to Mr. Miller, turned to the managing editor who went down to the editorial room tit S o'clohk every morning, iby the Way. wrlte out tile assignments for the day and then went out to covet Iheat-llllai said be had noticed a col unt11 of "wee bit jokies" in other Ipn petrs and thought it would be well if his new pliaper tailrried such 1n co(iimnut "lilt wellre." lie asked, "can I get t mnll to write 'eul''" The Ull .gitg teditor suggested ithat the twvler. bieing scotch. write such n column himself. ".\11." s:lid thie owner. "I kel I'm in hit brtisk o' the pete. I cann write til the wee bit iirth notictes atti the we, Ilit deaths 11ittd the wee bit Iml:'ria;:ts. but the wee bit Joklie -mol. thots dif fe-rett. I1 ' eII write bonny, libut I joke wi' great deeltiulty!"-New Yorl'l Tribune. With Apologies of the Fraternity. Sir John .\shley had a curious habhit of spei;kint. aboutt himhself is "Ashley" and blendinll the third person singular with the firslt person inII the most lun usll:ll way. This Is how he used to re late what happened: ".\shley went to the Derby. and I'n blessed if Ashley's ticker wasn't stolen frim hin. As it had been given Ine aind I prized it. I went to the head pitckpocket. with whom I was iquainll ed, and said. 'See here: they've taken Ashley's ticker.' The man Iblushed. *(Good Lord! You don't mean it. Sir Johllt' hIe stalmmered. 'Will you 'ave the goodness to just wait 'ere? I'll be blaclk in a Jiffy.' He was back in three iinultes with Ashley's ticker, which toi handed over, saying most humbly as he did so: 'I 'ope. Sir John, you'll ae cept the apologies of the 'ole frater nity. It was quite a mistake, and it was done by ai noo beginner.' "-West. minster Gazette. Bismarck Forgave. Bismarch could forgive, but he wished to do it after proper solicita tion. At the beginning of the Danish war F'ield Marshal Wrangle, who was at the head of the Prussian troops, was exceedingly annoyed at one point to be telegraphed not to advance farther, and he returned a message telling King William that "these diplomatists who spoil the most successful opera tions deserve the gallows." After that Bismarck ignored him completely, and one day they met at the king's table, where it was especially awkward to preserve a coldness. Wrangle called everybody "dit." and presently he turned to Bismarck, who was seated next him, and said, "My son, canst thou not forget?" "No," was the c(urt reply. After a pause Wrangle began again, "My son, canst thou not for give:" "With all my heart," said Bis marck, and the breach was healed. Doctors and Mustaches. English doctors who grew mu.taches once ran the risk of spoiling their pra( tice. G. 1W. E. Hussell in "One Look Back" renmarks: "Quite certainly tile first time I ever fell into the hands of a mustached doetor was In 1i77. Ev ery one condeum(ned tile hirsute lppein dage as highly unprofess.ional. alnd when soon after the poor aman found his way into a lunatic asylum neigh boring doctors of the old school said they were not surprised-that there was a bad family history and that lie himself hald shown signs of eccentrli Ity. That meant the mustache and nothing else." "Conspicuous by Absence." Tacitus. the great Ioman historian, was the originator of the phrase, "Con spicuons by his absence," when. de scribing the funeral of Junta in his "Annales," lie said the images of her famous kinsmen, Brutus and Cassius, shone by their absence. Lord John Russell popluilarized the phrase in Eng laud in 1859 by saying of Lord Derby's reform bill, "One provision is conspicu ous by its presence, another by its ab sence." Eye of a Horse. The appearance of "white" in the eye of a horse indicates a vicious nature, because a high tempered horse con stantly looks about, apprehensive of danger or desiring to do mischief. The quick motion of the eyeball in op posite directions exposes an unusually large surface of the white, which thus becomes an evidence of the tem per of the animal. Canaries. Canarie tire instinctively the most cleanly of all pets. They never drink from their bathing tub if provided with a filled drinking cup and unless they have been frightened by chilled or too cold water will bathe every day. -Woman's Home Companion. Sea of Galilee. The sea of Galilee, which is 800 feet below the level of the Mediterranean, Is fast becoming like the Dead sea, with dense water and salt formations on its banks. It is conjectured that the bed of the sea is sinking and that greater changes in it are impending. One Thing They Took. "Burglars broke into our house last night." "That so? Did they get anything?" "Nothing except my husband's nerve." -Detroit Free Press. That only is a disgrace to a man which he has deserved to suffer. Phaedrus. THE EARTH CRUST Its Density, Its Thickness and the Pressure It Exerts. A BAR TO WORLD EXPLOSION. The Reasons Why This Old Planet of Ours, With All Its Pentup Fiery, Volcanic or Gaseous Forces at Work, Could Never Be Blown to Fragments. Some writers have accounted for the asteroids on the theory that they are the fragments of a world that from some unknown cause has been explod ed int its orbit. Similarly, many have thought that perhaps at some distant time. when the seas shall have been drunk up into the cracked and thick ened crust of the age shrunken earth and the volcanoes-those vents of the fiery interior-shall have become chok ed and extinct, the pentup gases gener ated from the descending moisture by the still great internal heat may ac tually explode tile old earth like a veritable bomblshell. But that can never happen. In 1883 Krakatoa. a sleepy old vol cano on a small island in the strait of Sunda, between Java and Sumatra. began to show marked signs of uneasi ness. Round the volcano the quaking earth opened enormnols fissures in the bottom of the sea. down which rushed Nlagarns of wa:er. Then the fissures closed and conlined the engulfcd flood in the hot subterranean depths. The water was quickly converted into steam. the steam into dissociated gases. withoiut room for expansion. It exerted a pressresure equal to that of the strongest dynatmte. The great chimney of Krakatoa. sealed since the memory of man. barred the normal path of escape. Higher and higher mounted the pres sure under tlihe huge mass of thie vol cano: then. of a sudden. came a blast that a('tally shook the earth. Never before in historic time had there been such a shock. The whole top of the old mountain was blown into the sky. The recoil was distinctly felt clear through the terrestlrial ha II. This great e.ataclysni has been cited as an Indlc:ation of the Ipower of the pentup forces that rmay some day dis rnpt the earth itsIelf. Let us exiamine the uniderlying principles tliht mnuSt guilde us in p.sing itllgment on the correctness of this Ih.,ory. An exploive (mpoulllllllnd is a corlnbst Ihle combined mechanically or chen lenily either with oxygen or with an oxidizing substlance thllt will burn with out the help of atniospherie oxygen. Autong the l(most piowerful high ex plosives are itrlogelialliin ind lpicrlc acid. each of with-i has It (dlnsity nmore than one alnd at half times that of water. Thile lproducts of their conmbus tion are nearly all glasnolls. wherVls (lhe plrodulcts of ile comllnistion of ol'rdinary black gunplliowder 'arem less than half grnseouls The larger part is the solid matter that nrinkes the sriloke. The ellergy tlhalt high iexplosive clan exert delends oil the volullle of the gIrses lierlatled ald the tempellli tltnre to whicih the Iheait (of the explosion carl raise thellm 'Ihe ex:acl templlerature of the gases liberated by a high e-xplosive at the in stnit of detonatlion is Inoit abhsolutely knoiwn. but may be approxinmatlely learned tlihrotigh ,chnmial experiment. Nor is the alunlll n llof pressIure krinown witl absolute certainty. It is probable. Ionwever, tlisl nitrogly.erin, nitrogela tin and Iihirh. uctid. when detonuated in a confilned spaice. exert pIr'essure some where IbetweCen 3th1),0(1() atld 500).)00) pouindis to thle squarile inich. If we assumlle that the earth crulst habs a density five times that of water and thait its ilverl'age tlhickness is fifty miles. thnr it follows that it exerts a pressulre of 1i ,t(re th:rr r 1)0,.()0 lpounds to the Squlllilr inchl: if hire crust is a hundired nilies thick, then the pressure is (lloire) lIhrnl ii nil lior po irids to the squrnre biilh --l lrl'essl're certainly great er tlian liIhe exi)iiliShVe force exerted by thie (ilost lio\ivrfulll highi expllosive. Plainly. no quanrtity of high explosive detorlrlted uiriler' tile crust of thie earth woilld lie Ihble to lift it, nrid consequent ly we know- Irhat no world of the size of the enrl'th ('ni ever explode from its own p)ent lii Ilternlli forces. If. thenl, no ihighl expllosive force is sufulicient to hloiw uil aii world the size of tlhe earlh. how olin worlds explode? There is only onec wiry in which the hearlllvy 'lbodies ei-nu become possessed of siflicient energy ractually to blow up, anid th1t is by collision. Thre stll's aire flyving about in space with velocities tihat range all the way fromn five mniles a second to 500 miles a second. If two celestial orbs. traveling each at a velocity of 200 miles a second. met in a head-on collision they would be fused anrd grsified by the impact, rnd the heat generated would be sufficient to break up the matter of both into its ultimate elements and to expand it into nebulous haze. This is the way in which science says that new suns. new nebulae and new stars are born.--Hud son Maxim in Youth's Companion. Sorry He Spoke. He-I'd like to know what enjoy ment you can find in going from store to store looking at things you haven't the least idea of buying. She-I know I can't buy them, but there is a sort of melancholy pleasure in thinking that I could have bought them if I had mar rfed George Scads when I had the chance instead of taking you. Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out. Richter. BIRTH OF COLONEL BOGY. Origin of the Term That Has Become a Part of Golf. "Who is Colonel Bogy?" That is the first question usually asked by the re cruit when he steps on the golf links. Professionals and veterans never tire of explaining that he is the imaginary opponent, with the fixed score for each hole, but few can tell how the name originated. It generally is accepted that an Eng lishman was first to set forth the idea. In December, 1800, the scratch score of the Coventry course was taken, being the score that a good scratch player would take to each hole of the grounds. making no mistakes, but also nuking nothing nor being fortunate with any special flashes of brilliant play. At the time they called this "the ground score." and later several tour naments were given under the system. The name. however, followed soon. and its origin was a curious one. Dr. Thomas Browne. R. N., went out to play against a friend. Major Charles A. Wellman, and they agreed inste:dI of playing directly against each otie, to play against the ground score and decide their match accordingly as each fared in this way. It so happened Ih;tt about the same time the bogy song was being sung by the late E. .1. L.on nen at the London Gaiety theater, and everybody else was singing it. The words of the refrain were: Hush! Hush! Hush! Here comes the bogy man! So hide your head beneath the clothes. He'll catch you if he can. There was the idea in golf. "He'll catch you if he can!" And it flashed across the mind of Major Wellmnan when he was playing this game and was getting "caught" by the ground score. "Why." said he to his friend Browne. "this player of yours is ta reg ular 'bogy' man." A considerable ipiece of golf history was m:ade in that chance remallllrk. for "bogy" was from that moment established in golf. Some time lItter "colonel" was added.-Ex change. A WALRUS ON LAND. The Awkward and Bulky Creature is Almost Helpless. As might Iie expected, a walrus is about as helpless on land as a canal boat. It is with no little difficulty and much hitchling and floundering that he drags his huge tbulk upon a sandy shore even with lhe hoosting he gets from behind by the brea'kers as they roll in and dash againsiit him. His hind flillppers aire of little use on land, and onil siand or pebbhles. where his front li)ippers do not hold well, the labor of floundering forward is so great that lie never stili beyond the edge of the water and usually lies withl his body half aiwash. with tnhe salt spray dashing over himi like torrents of railn. On solid roI'k or lee lie gels aloing Illuclh l etter. lnlid often ia herd will sprea-d severail rodls hack from Ithe wa tersi edge. The leiin.es anid younillger w'ill r'ises have falr e..s develollllpment of lneckl to ineallliter them and therefore enjoy molre freeldom of motionl tllilll tilhe od aliles, who loltHilly seem it goreat bUll' dell to tlhelise'lvets. These ci'eiltrll'es are strictly soi,' il inll heir hnl its ainld always go ill Ihe'rds, whether traivetling. feeding. lgliting or restiling sillore In the days lef( re the slaughter of all living creli'res lecailne ni rulling lpiS sionl in the ,ronllst of imIIn the I'acliic species iiiliihlite(l the whole of Herling seal ilandl strl'llt in herds which often contailned llithousandllls anIld even tens of thousanllds of individuals. Gave Himself Away. A manl wile is steadily employed finally lhad ii dlay off and decided to gio fishing, takilig his liuicheon with him. When he I'renalied the creek be diseov ered that hle bhad drollpped tile lunch packet soutewvhere oil th le loii i land hastened liack to look for it. Present ly he inoc iit llhsky negro, who was looking hallppy nid picking his teeth. "Did you tind i llnytling on tile rold as you caille aliong?" asked the gentle man. "No. sill." answered the negro. "I1 didn't find nothing. Couldn't a dog have found it and eat it up"--Every body's. Cleopatra's Pearl. Most persoins know the story that is told of Cleolpltra to illustrate her lux urious haiits lt lof iving-that she dis solved in her wille ia precious pel'l. No one seenis yet to have questioned what must have bieen the effect upon the drink, but scientists scoff at the possibility of such solution. The fact is pearls are not soluble in wine. The most powerful vinegar affects them slowly and never entirely dissolves them. for the organic matter remlains behind in tile shape of a spoupy mass that is larger than the original pearl. New York Press. Willing to Help Him. "Why don't you want to let me hold your hand?" "What good would it do you to hold my hand(" "It would make me glad and give me courage perhiaps to-to say some thing thait I---er" - "There! Please hold both of my hands."-Chilago fRecord-Herald. Her Mark Down Mania. Mrs. Benlhal- You are always mak ing mountains out of molehills. Ben ham--And you are always marking mountains down to molehills. --New York Press. Not a Permanent Return. "I see your married daughter is home again." "Yes, but only for a visit. my dear pnly for a visit."--Detroit Free Press.