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Flowers of Flannel.
"Remember the loved ones! 'Memorial
flowers made of your friends'
clothing." This is the simple
on a tin sign nailed against the
front of aprivate residence on Columbia
-avenue. A passing reporter- saw the
sign, and sought an interview with the
person who puts sentiment into old
clothes. The. bell was answered by an
artistic-looking lass, who ushered the
scribe into the studio to await the advent
of the master,, who happened to be the
mistress of the establishment. Around
the apartment there were distributed
glass shades covering specimens of unnaturally
luscious-looking fruit and
supernaturally bright-colored flowers,
till wax. On the walls hung several
irames containing what looked like somber-tinted
prints of mournful weeping
willows, monuments, crosses, wreaths,
and other mortuary emblems, which
proved, on inspection, to be human hair
wrought into these various cheerful
shapes. While the reporter was still
inspecting these works of art and remembrance
the lady of the house entered.
"Good morning. You're looking at
tome of my relics, I see. Pretty, aren't
'they?" Without ascertaining, her visitor's
wishes she began to explain the
various designs and to tell how many
premiums she had taken at country-fairs.
"Do you really make flowers of old
-clothes?" asked the curious newspaper
man.
"Yes, indeed; that is part of my business.
In fact, it is the feature that I
'want to make the leading one. It is a
" new departure, and there is no limit to
its possibilities." Before the reporter
ihad left he was fain to believe there was
not.
"Agreatmany people don't like hair-work,
and some say preserved flowers
have too much of the waxy look of a
corpse. The prettiest natural flowers
are only emblems, after all; but bouquets
made from clothes worn by those we
wish to keep in rememberanco are almost
apart of our friends themselves."
The floral artist then proceeded to
prove in a most conclusive manner what
could be done by showing what had
been done already, and when all is
known it is as simple as it is ingenious.
Sam'l of Posen could not make a necktie
out of a pair of socks with more ingenuity.
Given a sufficient quantity of
old garments and the skill imparted by
the artist at $1 a lesson, the problem of
how to make flowers is easily solved.
The process is much like that of making
artificial flowers for ladies' bonnets, the
difference being that instead of selecting
the colors to suit the design to be
wrought, the design must be made to
suit the materials at hand. Right here
is where the skill of the manipulator to
adapt means to ends of ribbons and
scraps of cloth comes into play.
. Two wreathes, in which the artist
takes especial pride, were shown to the
reporter to illustrate this point. One
"was made from the clothing once worn
by a dead grandchild. It contained, besides
a number of roses fashioned of the
white muslin of the tiny skirts, a number
of odd-shaped leaves made by cutting
out the pattern of the embroidery
upon the edge of the same. A daisy
f blossom had the white stuff of a baby
stocking cut in strips for petals and a
yellow-covered button for a center.
There were queer-shaped botanical
specimens evolved from striped and
plaid percale, and unnameable blossoms
in navy blue and cardinal wool that only
the brain of a grower of flannel flowers
might conceive. The second wreath,
the admiring newspaper man was told,
contained flowers made of the clothingc
worn by the artist's own first infant. In
this white blossoms predominated, as
was explained by the proud mother, because
"there is not so much variety in
an infant's dress as in an older person's.
But white flowers are so much more appropriate
for a little babe that is all innocence
and purity, and, besides, they
never will fade, you know." The skeptical
scribe didn't pretended to know.
With pride the mother proceeded to
point out a pale buff pansy made of the
kid of a tiny shoe, and a few little
snowdrops of cotton that had been
stuffed into the toe of the shoe to make
it short enough for baby's foot. The
gem of the whole collection ahd the one'
which was shown with the most gratification
was a cream-colored lily on the
inner circumference of the wreath,
which the loving parent triumphantly-explained
was a part of the crape nearf
that hung on the door-knob when the
little one lay cold in its casket.
Another wreath, more gaudy in color
and more cosmopolitan in make-up,
was one of all the shades of the rainbow
and several others besides. It was in
itself a whole family history. "A red,
red rose" was a part of her married
daughter's last new bonnet, and a delicate
white blossom called to mind the
dress she wore when she was made a
wife. A wild looking tiger lily was
once part of a colored underskirt. The
blossoms that told the story of the rest
of the female side of the house were in
such colors as were not found in all the
bright robes worn by Solomon in the
days of his glory.
"But only feminine apparel can be
utilized for bouquets," objected the reporter.
"That's just where you are
wrong!" the artist exclaimed. "Why,
think of the colored shirts, flannel,
drawers, neckties, and stockings. They
furnish an unlimited supply for as
bright bouquets and rosettes as you could
wish. I made a beautiful bunch of
pansies not long ago of bits of a gentleman's
kid gloves. Many of the pieces
were the right shade, but a few had to
be colored to suit. I am about to make
a large bouquet for a down-town woman
whose husband belonged to the old
Moya Hose company and was afterward
a soldier. The center will be a large
hollyhock. His red fireman's shirt will
Vjgpnie in play here, don't you see? I
can surround this by blue flowers of
some kind. I like best to make them
according to my own ideas. Some
people think they can tell just how it
ought to be done. Why, this woman,
vhose husband was a fireman, wanted
me to make a lot of and
lilies of the vally out of her husband's
blue uniform and a white flannel shirt.
Such blossoms would do for a baby or
a love-sick girl, but for an old'fellow
that used to run with the it
my head ache."
Just at this point a Columbia avenue
dude passed the" window. The disgusted
irtist espied him and exolaimed:
Wouldn'trilke a chance to make a
bouquet for him out of his clothes?
That' spotted jacket would be just lovely
worked up into tiger lilies and sunflowers,
and his legs would make excellent
stems for the flowers if they were
only a little thicker and not so orooked."
The'many advantages of the flannel
and linen flowers are causing the trade
in them to grow, and the florist who
now does the chief business in growing
them has confidence that as soon as their
virtues become more widely known
some of the florists will be compelled to
shut up shop for lack of something to
do. When it is considered that they
don't fade or wilt under the hottest rays
of the sun or freeze though attacked by
the coldest blasts of winter, the small
sum of $20 asked for making a medium-sized
wreath sinks into insignificance,
and it will be admitted that the
genius that originated the idea of remembering
dead friends by their old
clothes is a benefactor to the race.
Philadelphia limes.
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The Modern Canoe.
"The primeval canoe has passed
through a process of evolution," said a
manufacturer of light water crft.
"The crude dugout was gradually improved
upon until it resulted in the Indian's
birch bark canoe. This was a
fast and serviceable craft, but it was
very far from being comfortable. he
paddler sat on a wooden rod instead of
a seat and the canoe was very cranky.
By gradual development the Indian
canoe has been made into the canoe of
to-day. Cruising canoes are the most
popular. The American Canoe Association
has decided that a canoe to be
entered for races must be a boat sharp
at both ends and notmore than thirty-six
inches wide on deck: She may be
propelled by sails or paddles, or both,
but she must be capable of being effectually
propelled by a double-bladed paddle.
The best canoes have air chambers
at the ends which will float the
crew and cargo even if the canoe is
stove in. Canoes usually have the keel,
bottom and stem and sternposts of oak,
while the sides and top are of cedar.
The ribs are of red elm and the
of oak. They are copper fastened
throughout and finished with oil. Bulkheads
are built forward of the cockpit
for dry storage. The craft is steered by
the feet of the paddler by means of a
simple steering gear. A canoe to be
complete needs a various equipment.
The, fittings for the canoe itself are a
rudder, steering gear, a cushion backboard,
paddles, masts, spars, sail,
ropes, blocks and cleats. One of the
most popular models has the following
dimensions: Length, fourteen feet;
beam, twenty-six inches; -depth amid-ship
at gunwales, eight inches; at ends,
thirteen inches; rise of deck, three
inches; cock pit, eighteep by sixty
inches."
"Where are canoes built?"
"Many boat builders will turn out a
canoe when ordered, but the best are
made by special canoe builders. The
demand for them has increased so much
within the past five years that there
are several large canoe yards scattered
around the lake regions. Center-board
canoes are quite popular. They
average fifteen feet in length, and are
made very stiff. They are completely
equipped with masts and sails that can
be unshipped and stowed away when
the voyager paddles. There is no end
to the things a, canoeist needs when
making a cruise, and enthusiasts are
constantly at work perfecting little
labor-and-space saving devices. There
is a place in a well-run canoe for everything
that is needful for comfort, and
every thorough canoeist keeps every
thing in its place.
"One of the most recent of the many
contrivances is a sort of housekeeper's
box, which is made to fit in a special
locker in the canoe. It consists of a
light tin box eight by twelve by five
inches, divided into compartments.
One section has three moveable trays
for bacon and crackers. Next are two
boxes for oatmeal and rice respectively.
Then there is a large box for
flour. Next is a compartment in which
can be packed three pails, a f ryingpan,
a sauce dish, a broiler, and some small
tin pie plates. All these utensils are
made so that they fit into each other.
The four corners of the main box are
for pepper and salt. In the middle of
the whole thing is a place for ice, with
a compartment for butter next to it.
All this takes up considerably less than
a cubjc foot. Then there are perfectly
made stoves, all complete, which can
bo packed in a space of about ten inches
square. A modern canoe carries every
necessary for a cruise in a remarkably
small space. It is not to be wondered
at that is ' '
canoeing popular. -N. Y. Sun.
Advertising Sunday Bathing.
A tall young man went in bathing in
the Mohawk River at Schenectady on a
recent Sunday with several other Sabbath
breakers, in spite of previous protests
against their selection of such a
conspicuous place for their ablutions.
While they were in the water a Mr. Yan
Yoast appeared on the bank and carried
off an armful of their clothing. All of
the bathers, however, had enough apparel
left to get home without undue exposure
except the tall, young man,
whose only remaining raiment was a
collar and a pair of shoes. But as luck
would have it he found near the river
an empty barrel, out of which he
knocked the heads and into which he
stepped, and thus appareled he made
his way home across the fields, painfully
holding up the barrel as he walked, but
dropping and sinking into it whenever
anyone appeared in sight. Before he
reached the paternal mansion half the
dogs in town had detected his predicament
and united to form a howling escort.
It is thought that Mr. Van Voast's
method of abolishing Sunday bathing
will be successful. Saturday (N.Y.)
Union.
-
-The prevalence of small-pox is a
serious annoyance to a man's peace of
mind in traveling in New Mexico. In
the villages scattered through the
country there are always some and
frequently many cases, and the Mexicans,
so far from attempting to oheck
the disease, . consider it necessary and
right, if a neighbor is sick with it, not
only to visit him themselves, but also
to take with them their entire family
down to the infant in arms. They are.
besides, - superstitiously opposed tc
vaccination.
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Hoi Wafer (or Insects.
It has been many years sinca we first
employed hot water for killing destructive
insects, but never with the accuracy
of the experiments described in a late
number of the Gardtpierf Magazine of
London. A large number of experiments
were made with different plant's
to determine what degree of heat they
would bear without injury. Among
the plants which would bear 140 degrees
without being harmed, but which were
hurt at 150 degrees, were centa'ures,
fuchsias, calceolarias, petunias,
ferns, and Several others. It was curious
that all the plants tested would bear
nearly the same degree of heat, with
scarcely any variation. Pelargoniums
were unhurt up to 150 degrees, but the
slightest rise above killed the young
wood and leaves. It is probable that
the same result would take place with
hardy plants, and the green snoots and
leaves of trees. The- question next
occurs, what insects will yield to -this
temperature or to one some degrees
lower? This information is not furnished
by the Gardeners' Magazine, except
that aphides quickly perish in water
heated at 120 degrees. The practice
has been adopted by nurserymen
for clearing their young pear, cherry
and other trees in the nursery rows of
the aphides which have infested them,
by bending the branches which they
covered so as to immerse them in soapsuds,
which has proved effectual; but
doubtless a better way would be to use
hot water, the temperature of which
could be kept at the right point by the
use of a thermometer, and by occasional
additions from a vessel kept heated to
boiling.
A useful series of experiments, easily
perf ormed would be to ascertain what
insects would yield to this hot bath,
which might be tried on rose bugs,
slugs, currant worms or any others
which frted on or occupy the green and
flexible shoots of plants and trees. A
most important advantage of this mode
is that it leaves no defacing or hurtful
poison on the plants.
In the experiments which we have
performed for many years in destroying
the cabbage worm with hot water, the
precise temperature could not be determined
by using the thermometer, as the
plants could not be immersed, but must
be treated by a showering from a watering
pot. This required some care and
judgment, and was not therefore so well
adapted to general use. The water was
to be kept quite hot in the vessel, as it
was necessarily considerably cooled in
the fine jets through the air from the
rose, and when too not the application
must be for a briefer moment than when
the temperature is lower. It is worth
while to ascertain how low a point will
be fatal to them, and then to fill the
watering pot with water a few degrees
higher, and apply it promptly and freely,
keeping a thermometer on hand as
a guide. A certain and successful application
of this remedy, easily performed,
would be of great value to the
cabbage-raising and cabbage-eating
community. Country Gentleman.
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Manufactured Beauty.
It is a question whether beauty, like
goodness, must not necessarily be genuine
in order to be admirable. We despise
the hypocrite; we laugh at the artificially
lovely. Yet there is a large class
which is so desirous of admiration that,
in its pursuit, any deceit is considered
justifiable. The climax of this theory is
reached when the old lady of eighty-five,
the aged patroness of many charlatans,
is held up to admiration because at a
little distance she would pass for thirty.
Proudly her "makers up" point out how
this effect is produced; her hair is false,
her skin is enameled besides being
"tightened" to prevent wrinkles her
eyelashes are stained and her figure is
"made." She is false all over. Now,
Is this admirable? Would not a little
honest old age and ugliness be preferable?
Be this as it may, it is not very
important. When a lady has reached
the mature age of eighty-five her appearance
troubles no one very much,
except her grandchildren. But when it
comes to the lady whom, you love, or
might love if you were quite certain
that she was genuine, the case is different.
It is bad to know that your dear
Angela must sleep in corsets, or she
never, never could 'attain to the fashionable
waist; it is sad to think of the inevitable
results on her poor little feet of
those Louis Quinze heels, which make
her pretty boots look so bewitching.
But such sins as these, such triflings
with the human frame divine, are things
too common to complain of. When Angela's
hair slowly but surely changes its
color, that, too, must be borne in silence,
even if the new shade is nothing
so becoming as its predecessor. But
when you begin to fancy Angela's nose
is growing Grecian when at last you
are positive a change has taken place
then it is not nice to guess that Angela,
in the sweet hours of sleep, wears a nose
machine. The picture is not pretty or
pleasant; how much worse must it
appear to the sufferer? Figure to yourself
what it must feel like to take your
beauty-sleep with a pair of pincers on
your nose. That pretty old-fashioned
expression ha now taken on a new and
dreadful meaning. Any one who desires
to possess the "Mrs. Langtry nose" has
but to sleep in torment for a week or
two and the great result is obtained. If
the figure of the would-be beauty is not
as lovely as she wishes, "the anatomical
corset maker" will supply her with
a nocturnal squeezing apparatus which
will "fine her down" by degrees. If
her stature is too low for beauty she
may remedy this by wearing what is
mildly called an "appliance;1' in the
days of the Inquisition it would probably
have been classed as an instrument of
torture. This appliance squeezes and
stretches all the lower parts of the
body, and its use is said not to interfere
with the comfort of one's beauty-sleep.
Fittsburg Dispatch.
A Brooklyn Heights girl, disguised
as a maid-servant, washed the sidewalk
of her father's residence with the hose
for the sake of getting a chance to turn
the water on a dude who insisted upon
making love to her. Brooklyn Eaglt,
A wealthy Philadelphian, Mr.
Henry Leybert, left sixty thousand
dollars to the Medical University of
Pennsylvania, on the condition that it
would institute an impartial investigation
ofspirtuallsm.Pfo7adefetyq Pr.
PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL.
John T. Raymond ("Colonel Sellers
) has been on the stage thirty
years.
Some say in Brooklyn that Mr.
Martin is the richest citizen, and put
his wealth up to $30,000,000. Brooklyn
(N. Y.) Eagle.
"My soul is God's, but my heart is
yours," were the dying words of the
late Charley Backus, the - minstrel, addressed
to his young wife. N. Y. Times.
Walter Evans, who died on his
farm, near Reading, Pa., recently, at
fche age of ninety, lived on that farm all
his life, never left it, and never saw a
railroad train. Philadelphia Times.
Lotta, it is said, wants to be a real
"marchioness," and her errand abroad
has this ambition. The Dramatic Times
says she has gone to Europe to find a
husband, and has money enough to keep
one in tolerably nice style.
Lyman Beecher, the father oi
Henrv Ward, was minister of the gospel
for fifty-four years. He died in his
seventy-eight year. The family is long-lived,
and Mr. Beecher at seventy can
be depended on for many years of active
work. N. Y. Times.
Mr. F. M. Twombly, master-mechanic
of the Mexican Central Railroad,
at Chihuahua, lives with his family in a
box car, which is divided into kitchen,
dining room, sitting room and bedroom.
His novel quarters are very
tastefully furnished and very comfortable.
Hon. Daniel Pearce, of Central
Falls, R. L, who celebrated his ninetieth
birthday recently, is now serving his
fifty-second yqar as Justice of the Peace.
He has been married sixty-eight years
and has eighteen grandchildren and
thirty-two great-grandchildren. His
son, Daniel Pearce, Jr., aged sixty-five,
is said to be the oldest man in New
England whose parents are both living.
Boston Journal.
Benjamin P. Cheney is thought by
some to be the wealthiest Bostonian. His
money was partly made in the express
business. It is said that he waited many
years for a beautiful widow to marry
him, which she agreed to do when she
had raised her daughter, and the waiting
becoming too deliberate, he married
the daughter, who loved him without
conditions, and those who know say she
has made him a noble wif e. Boston Post.
Henry Labouchere, M. P., has a
very democratic contempt for the fuss
and feathers of royalty, and he uses a
democratic freedom, too, in speaking bis
mind. "What," he asks, apropos of
the recent doings at Moscow, "is in
reality this medieval nonsense? An individual,
neither better nor worse, probably,
than any other, has a metal pot
put on his head, called a crown, a stick,
called a scepter, put in one of his hands,
and a ball, called an orb, put in the
other. If this amuses him it does no
harm to any one else, but why spend
millions on this curious ceremony?"
With about one hundred and fifty
Dickinsons in Amherst, Mass,, at
present, the family does not seem to do
quite as much of " the town business as
it did years ago. At the first meeting
of the district of Amherst March 10,
1779, Dea Ebenezer Dickinson was
chosen moderator; Ebenezer Dickinson,
Jonathan Dickinson, John Dickinson
aid Moses Dickinson were four of the
five selectmen; Dea Ebenezer Dickinson,
Jonathan Dickinson and Moses
Dickinson were the assessors; Gideon
Dickinson, Daniel Dickinson and Nathaniel
Dickinson were surveyors, and
Moses Dickinson was one of the reeves.
N. Y. Sun.
' "A LITTLE NONSENSE."
It is no longer polite to speak of a
man as having been hanged. Say he
went to the other world as an "assisted
emigrant.' Philadelphia News.
An Irishman, watching a game of
base ball, was sent to the grass by a
foul, which struck him under the fifth
rib. A fowl, was it? Och, sure, I
thought it was a mule!" .Ar. Y. News.
"Still alive, Uncle Reuben, I see."
"Yes, sah; yes, sah; an' I'se gwine to
lib anudder yeah, suah." How do you
know that?" "Why, sah, I'se mos
alius notiss dat when I lib fru de monf
of March, I lib fru de whole yeah."
Arkansaw Traveler.
A rural bridegroom presented his
wife with a broom, and told her that
when she wore it out he would take her
on a tour. She immediately broke It
over his head and dusted him with the
heavy part. They started for Niagara
Falls the next day. Chicago Herald.
"If your boarding-house should
take fire at night what would you do to
get the people out?" asked the Fire
Marshal of an experienced matron.
"O, there would be no trouble about
that," was the reply; "I would just ring
the breakfast bell, and all the boarders
would be in the dining-room in threa
minutes. Detroit Post.
Sydney Smith had a maid who useCl
to boil the eggs very well by her master' n
Watch; but one day he could not lend it
to her, because it was under repair, so
she took the time from the kitchen clock,
and the eggs came up nearly raw.
"Why didn't you take three minutes
from the clock as you do from the watch,
Mary?" "Well, sir," replied Mary, "I
thought that would be too much as the
hands are so mueh larger. "
A man walked into the Puck editorial
rooms and wanted to know where he
could fied a market for first-class jokes.
"Right here said the joke editor. "Well,
then, how will this do? There was another
coronation last month besides
that of the Czar, and it's still going on.
I mean Turkey. It is a Koran nation."
The crematory services were attended by
the Hon. Sackville West and the members
of St. George's Society, for the deceased
was an Englishman, late of the
Punch staff. Puck.
Mike Finnigan (to post-office clerk) :
"Sure' is there ary a lether for me?"
Clerk: "What name?" Mike: "Oh,
niver mind the name. Don't ye be too
inquasitive. Oi only wants me lether."
Clerk: "Yes; but I cannot give you a
letter unless I know your name."
Mike: "Well, thin, me name is Pat
O'Donnell." The clerk could find no
letter for that name, and Mike went off
nrattering: "The inquasitive spalpTeen
thought as how he was sohmart;but
Oi'm after pullin' the wool over his
eiyes, for Oi guv him the wrong nmelu
N Z Independent
Hounded Into Honesty
An old Texan detective told me the
Sbllowing story yesterday: Imagine a
clever, gentlemanly, bright and educated
criminal a forger and bank robber
who was suspected of big jobs in nearly
every large Eastern city. He and Dutch
Heinrich were bosom friends, and although
from policy they never operated
together, it was pretty well understood
that they rarely ever undertook a job
without consulting each other sub rosa,
seldom being seen together. The man
of whom I speak had a pleasant way of
saying when approached by his pals or
the detectives who knew him, "let us
reason together," and it is a fact that
.he did most of the reasoning. He had
been operating in London and Paris ten
years ago, and came back with a pot of
money and bonds, and intended, I believe,
to settle down and give the other
boys a chance at least, that is what he
told me the last time I had a talk with
him. I was at one time a perfect Javet
to him, and haunted his steps for a week
at a time, unable however, to get the
punk on him, and I believe the fellow
liked me. It was no use to shadow
him, for he was the most clever drop I
ever saw. I ran across him in New
York'soon after the elevated railroads
were built, and I tried hard to shadow
him, but it wouldn't work. One Jay he
left the Fifth Avenue Hotel about ten
o'clock, and turned down Twenty-third
street toward the Sixth avenue road. I
jumped on a street car and passed him
about midway down the street, keeping
a close watch on his movements from
the interior of the" car. Arriving at the
avenue I got off the car and ran up the
steps leading to the ticket office. I
waited until he began to ascend the
steps, and then purchased a ticket and
entered the gate as the down train approached.
He walked leisurely up,
bought a ticket, and after glancing carelessly
around among the passengers
made a movement as though to board
the train, which was by this time
about to start. Feeling certain that he
was going down town, I swung
upon the platform, and the brakeman
closed the gate with a snap just as I
saw my game recede from the platform
of the next car and walk deliberately
down stairs again. Of course I had to
fo with the train, as the platform gate
ad closed on me, and I was not such
an ass as to jump off after the train had
started and give myself away to him.
Years ago I used to think I was fly, but
the older I get the more satisfied I am
that it is one of the easiest things in life
for a suspect to elude a shadow. I got
off the train at Fourteenth street, and
crossing the track, took the first up
train, intending to get off at Twenty-third
street, but as we approached the
station I saw my man on the platform, he
having evidently walked down the steps
on the east side, crossed the avenue,
and then ascended on the west side. I
kept my "seat and watched him get
aboard, take a seat in the car I was in,
and settle himself down to read his paper,
as though going through to York-ville.
At Twenty-third street, however,
he got off, crossed over, ascended the
steps on the down track, and deliberately
bought a down-town ticket. I remained
on the avenue undecided whether to follow
him or let him go, and trust to luck
to pick him up down-town by taking the
train immediately behind his. At that
moment an empty hack came down the
avenue, and I beckoned the driver to
stop.
"Can you get to Twenty-third street
before the next train does?"
"For money, yes."
"I'll give ybu three dollars if you beat
the train, and a cent if the tram beats
you."
"Jump in."
I sprang in and cabby drove like
excuse me, gents and as I hastily
handed him the three dollars I heard
the train rumbling along. Up the steps
I sprang, upsetting an old lady who
was forcing ahead slowly and jostling
an old swell in a white hat. The train
stopped as I reached the ticket office
and it started before I got my change,
but I sprang through the gate and flung
myself all over the brakeman, who was
forcing the passengers into the car so
he could close the platform gate. I
don' t know what that brakeman thought,
but I knew I was aboard the train and I
had every reasonable hope to believe that
my man was there too. At Park place I
saw him get off, and hurriedly leaving
the car I oined the crowd and shadowed
him to the Astor House into which he
walked by the main entrance, leaving it
immediately by the ladies' door. I followed
slowly, and as I emerged saw him
standing across the street piping the
ladies' entrance. As I came out he
smiled once, nodded, and entered a bus
to go up-town. Of course I let him go,
as he had evidently dropped to me.
The gist of the story is to come now.
He told me a year afterward that he was
under surveillance everywhere and that
life was beginning to be a burden to
him, as he found it insupportable to dodge
shadows wherever he went. There was
nothing sure on him and no warrants
out, so it was worse than useless to arrest
him; the only thing to be done was
to eternally shadow him in the hope of
catching him dead to rights, and yet he
dropped to and threw off every shadow
in whatever city he visited. Three years
aero he visited Galveston and the New
"jfork detectives followed him there, but
he managed to elude them and for some
time nothing was heard of him. I was
working up a case for a St. Louis firm
when I received a note from him to th
effect that he wished to see me at a-certain
place just out of town. I kept
the appointment and learned the following
facts: Tired of being hounded he
had determined to so change his exterior
that no one not even his friends would
recognize him, and to this end he hit
upon the plan of contracting small-pox.
This he did and succeeded in pitting
himself to such an extend thqt his own
mother would not have recognized him.
It was a desperate strategy, but he was
in desperate straits, and for some time
Sast he has been a prosperous farmer in
ibrthern Texas, living a
and moral life. He pledged me to keep
bis secret for the sake of his family, and
I did so up to the present moment. The
reason I speak of the case now is that
he died about seven weeks ago of
Bright's disease. Further than this, the
detective would say nothing, except
that the deceased had left a wife and
three children well provided for, in up
per Texas. Cor Galveston Neiet.
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Fraternal Sparring. '
I have just returned from a little two-handed
tournament with the gloves. I.
have filled my nose with cotton waste
so that I shall not soak this sketch in
gore as I write.
I needed a little healthful exercise -and
was looking for something that
would be full of vigorous enthusiasm,
and at the same time promote the
healthful flow of blood to the muscles.
This was rather difficult. I tried moit
everything, but failed. Being a sociable
being (joke) I wanted other people to.
help me exercise, or go along with me
when I exercised. Some men can go
away to a desert isle and have fun with,
dumb-bells and a horizontal bar, but to
me it would seem dull and commonplace
after awhile, and I would yearn
for more humanity.
Two of us finally concluded to play
billiards, but we were only amateurs
and the owner intimated that he would
want the table for Christmas, so we y
broke off in the middle of the first game
and I paid for it.
Then a younger brother said he had a
set of boxing gloves in his room, and although
I was the taller and had longer
arms he would hold up as long as ha
could and I might hammer him until I
gained strength and finally got well.
I accepted this offer because I had
often regretted that I had not made myself
familiar with this art, and also because
I knew it would create a thrill of
nterest and fire me with ambition, a nd
that's what a hollow-eyed invalid needs
to put him on the road to recovery.
The boxing-glove is a large fat mitten
with an abnormal thumb and string at
the wrist by which you tie it on, so that
when you feed it to your adversary he
cannot swallow it and choke himself. I
had never seen any boxing-gloves before,
but my brother said they were soft and
wouldn't hurt anybody. So we took off
some of our raiment and put them on.
Then we shook hands. I can remember
distinctly yet that we shook hands.
That was to show that we were friendly
and would not slay each other.
My brother is a good deal younger
than I am and so I warned him not to
get excited and come for me with anything
that would look like wild and
fury because I might in tho
eat of debate pile his jaw up on his
foreHead and fill his ear full of sore
thumb. He said that was all right and
he would try to be cool and colleoted.
Then we put our right toes close
together and I told him to be on his
guard. At that moment I dealt him a
terrific blow aimed at his nose, but
through a clerical error of mine it went
over his shoulder and spent itself in the
wall of the room shattering a small,
holly wood bracket for whioh I paid
him $3.75 afterward. I did not wish to
buy the bracket because I had two at
home, but he was arbitrary about it
and I bought it.
We then took another athletic posture. -and
in two seconds the air was full of
poulticed thumb and buckskin mitten.
I soon detected a chance to put one in
where my brother could smell of it, but .
I never knew just where it struck, for at
that moment I ran up against something
with the pit of my stomach that made
me throw up the sponge along witb
some other groceries, the names oi
which I cannot now recall.
My brother then proposed that we.
take off the gloves,, but I thought I had
not sufficiently punished him, and that
another round would complete the conquest,
which was then almost within
my grasp. I took a bismuth powder
and squared myself, but in warding ofl
a I forgot about my adversary's
right and ran my nose into the
middle of his boxing-glove. Fearing
that I had injured him, I retreated rapidly
on my elbows and shoulder-blades
to the corner of the room, thus giving
him ample time to recover. By this
means my younger brother's features
were saved and are to-day as symmetrical
as my owm.
I can still cough up pieces of boxing-gloves,
and when I close my eyes I can
see calcium lights and blue phosphores
cent gleams across the horizon, but 1
am thoroughly convinced that there is
no physical exercise which yields the
same amount of health and elastic vigor
to the puncher that the manly art does.
To the punchee, also, it affords a large
wad of glad surprises and nose bleed,
which cannot be hurtful to those who
hanker for the pleasing nervous shock,
the spinal jar and the pyrotechnic concussion.
That is why I shall continue the exercises
after I have practiced with a
mule or a cowcatcher, two or three
weeks, and feel a little more confidence
in myself. Bill Nye, in Detroit Fret
Press.
School Examinations
There is hardly a thoughtful parent
who does not know that the object set
before his boy and girl at school is not
the gradual,, healthy development oi
their mental power and ability for usefulness,,
but a certain number of marks,
a high place in their class, some- paltry
distinction on graduating day. Pupils
thus fail to perceive how utterly factitious
and worthless these successes are
a week after they will leave the school.
The argument of the teacher is-that tha
examination marks are a test of tha
pupil's proficiency. This is-seldom correct.
They are a test of his verbal memory
and physical endurance So wida
is the range of study required now even
in primary schools that nothing mora
can be done by the pupil1 than to commit
the to memory; to learn,
as it were, the alphabet,, the dictionary,
of each science, m the? vain h'ope thai
in after life he may learn to comprehend
it, to speak the t language. N. Y.
Tribune-
Most ridiculous was the death oi
the French Marshal, De Montrevel,
"whose whole soul," says St. Simon,
"was but ambition and lucre, without
having ever been able to distinguish big
right hand from his left, but concealing '
his universal ignorance with an audacity
which favor, fashion and birth pro
tected." He was a very superstitioui
man, and one day a salt-cellar wa3 tip-set
at a public dinner in his lap and so
frightened was he that he arose and. announced
that he was a dead man. He
reached home, and died in a few days,
in 1716, literally scared to death, by the o
absured casualty of a gait-cellar turning,
over. -
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