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His Trail By BRYANT C ROGERS X (Copyright, UU, by Associated Literary Press.) Miss Abigail Jones, spinster of thlr ty-elght, bad her own little borne In the village of Dawson. Almost every lay of her life, after passing the age If twenty-five, she had been met with the query: "Now, Abigail, why don't you mar ry some nice man and have a home that la a home?" Every man and woman knows that !o marry there must be a man and a woman. Here was the woman, but Where was the man? Abigail wasn't •o very homely, and she wasn't so very gawky. Worse looking women than she were getting married every (ay. Up to the old maid age a young Ban occasionally looked her way, but lot with serious intentions. After (hat period she was left alone. It wasn't ', square deal by a worn -znrttit no one appeared to be dlrect jr to blame for It. Dawson vu a ileepy old village, seldom visited by lutsiders, and when a widower or bachelor took a notion to marry be beaded some other way. Abigail was patient as a girl, and ibe was patient as an old maid. Sbe bad read that all things come to the Ban who waits; and sbe couldn't see why it didn't apply to a woman as well. What should come to her was s husband. But there was no telling when he would appear. Things were llacid and monotonous when a tin peddler came along one day to stir ip the calm waters. He had sold Abigail a basin and a wash dish, and they had talked about it's being a |oor year for corn, when he asked: "How comes it that you are not Barrled ?" "Just happens so," was the reply. "It isn't right. You are entitled to k husband as much as any other woman." "But if I'm not asked to marry?" "Um I Um I He don't come along, kb?" "Hasn't yet." "But it isn't right." "Well?" "Look here, woman," said the ped Uer as he took a seat on the wash 7T -r'ar. m a â la w I €1 . "Woman, Rite to the Occasion." Bench at the kitchen door, "when I made up my mind to get married what did I do?" "Went ahead." "YeB, went ahead and found the girl who'd say 'Yes.' If I hadn't I'd have been an old bach now," "Well, again?" "If nobody cornea looking for you why don't you do a little looking for youraelf?" "You—you mean that I'm to run after a man!" exclaimed the blush ing Abigail. "Say, woman, he a philosopher for a moment Why In thunder was it so arranged that a man was given all the advantage In this matrimonial Business? He can choose and pick, but a woman la limited to those who oall. She must take what is offered or go without any. The custom is as old as the world, I guess, but it's a blamed poor custom. I've given it much thought, and have come to the sonclusion that It's responsible for half the divorces and misery of life. "What would you have an old maid do?" was asked after a long silence. "Force a square deal from man. Now you listen to me. The Bascomb farm, down over the red bridge road, has been sold to a Mr. Thomas. He's a bachelor of forty. He's moved In, tnd will keep house all alone until he can find a wife. Yes, he'll go saunter ing around In a lordly way, realizing that he has the whip hand, and when he sees one of your sex that takes his eye he'll condescend to ask her to be hls'n. It's his privilege under the oustom, but I'm saying darn the custom!" "It Isn't likely that Mr. Tho/nas »nd I shall meet," replied Abigail with a sigh. "Then It will be your fault and my breath will have been wasted. Knock thl» life-long cuatom Into a cocked hat" "You cant' mean—7" "But I do I Put on your hat and walk over there this afternoon and size him up. If you like the lookj of him camp on his trail." "Mercy, man!" "Ask him for his heart and hand Why not? Tell him that you love him as no woman ever loved a man before, and that life will be a dreary desert without hlm. I got that ofT to the girl who la now my wife. Nine men out of ten do. Why shouldn't It be turned aboutT If he dont' re turn your love—If he says that you are too late, and that his heart has been given to another, there's no great harm done. I got the knockout punch twice before I was made happy. Men never die of these things, and a woman won't It Is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." "But what will folks say—what will they say I" gasped Abigail, as the peddler arose to depart. "But if you get a husband through It? Woman, rise to tho occasion. Olve the world and your sex a new deal just as I did when I brought out the dlshpan with two ears. People said the world was not ready for the chance, but we know it was. You may travel for a year now and not find a one-eared dlshpan. Think it over. Good-day." It was not that afternoon, but the next, that Abigail Jones appeared at the Bascomb farm. Farmer Thomas was working in the fields, and half an hour after her arrival he came to the house for a drink of water and found her sitting on the steps. She Introduced herself and said she was resting after a walk. Mr. Thomas sat down beside her, and they chatted for half an hour, and he gathered her a bouquet when she departed. She intimated that she might call again. Why not? She liked the looks of Mr. Thomas. As she walked homeward she thought to herself that he would make a very good hus band. One day, a week later, as Mr. Thomas was hoeing corn, Miss Abi gail made her appearance In the field. She had taken a walk for the purpose of gathering materials for a dandelion tonic. Mr. Thomas hung up bis hoe on the limb of a crabapple tree and assisted her, and then they sat down and talked, this and that question. Men do the same thing with a woman. They want to know if she can sew and darn and patch and cut over. They want to know if she is a good cook and if she can cut carpet rags and put up pickled Veaches. Miss Abigail found Farmer Thomas ap to her ideal. True, he had tou many whiskers, but a little diplomacy and a safety razor would fix that after marriage. Perhaps one of the best things she drew from him In an hour's talk was the asBei 'on that he never had to have an alarm clock in the house to get up by. That showed ambition and Industry. He was not the man to be snoring away while the hogs were squealing for their break fast. The spinster didn't hustle things too fast. Many a man has lost a good wife by his Impetuosity In court ing. She had walked out to the Thomas farm at least ten times be fore the crucial moment arrived. She had grown bolder and bolder with each visit. That Is, she had come to realize more and more that she was only giving herself a square deal. And when the moment arrived she was ready for It. She walked out to the farm to find Mr. Thomas mixing the dough for a loaf of bread. He was making a botch of It, and it gave her the courage to say: "Ezekiel, you must know my feel ings towards you.' I love you, and hope that I have inspired the sentiment In your heart. If you wish to make me the happiest woman in the world say that you'll be mine." And Mr. Thomas rubbed the wet dough off his Angers on the roller towel and put his arms around her and replied: "I'll be hanged if I won't!" Talk? Of course there was talk! They said that Abigail camped on his trail; that she had run him down; that she had scared him into It. Oh, yes, they talked and talked and talked and rolled up their eyes, but Abigail had a husband and Mr. Thomas had a wife, and It was a happy marriage. She drew him out on same To Treat Umbrella«. Umbrellas require a good deal of at tention to keep them in good condi tion, and how few of them get It. After the umbrella has been out In the rain It should not be thrust In the um brella stand and left to drain, for In this position th© moisture gradually accumulates In the silk just above the ferrule and causes It to rot. The um brella should be opened and placed In an airy room until thoroughly dry. When finally put away It should he left unrolled, for if constantly kept tight the creases rapidly wear through. It Is exposing an umbrella to 811 early death to place It in the rnck at all, and a hastily set down stick Is likely to put a hole In it; far better to hang It by the handle. Hub (arriving home)—Well, did you go to tho dentist's and have that bridge work done? Wife—No, dear. Mrs. Swift called and we spent tho afternoon In bridge play. Play Versus Work. Mlggs—Your wife doesn't seem to like me. Riggs—Naturally! You're tho man I The Goat always lay the blame on when I am detained downtown. HAD RATS IN TRUNK I THE OPENING OF WHICH WAS CAU8E OF 8CRAMBLE. After Making Voyage Acroee Atlantic In Packing Caae Owned by Family of Germana, Over Score of Rodente Are Killed. Baltimore.—Customs Inspectors—at I least some of the old-timers like Will , lam H. Richardson, Charles H. Bran : nan, Lewln J. Heathcote and others— expect to run across things that are strange—and sometimes dutiable—In the baggage of steamship passengers from the other side. Even the young er members of the force are on the lookout for experiences that are out ot the ordinary; but In the more than a quarter of a century of service under Uncle Sam Inspector Richardson the other day encountered something new under the sun, as far as the United States customs regulations are con cerned. And did he add another page to his So did record ? He certainly did. several other Inspectors. Examination of baggage, especially that of Immigrants, is not the most pleasant occupation In the world. Ask any customs inspector about this. But to open a box of personal belongings and then to jam one'B hand Into a nest of rats—or rather three of them —Is Just a little bit more than .even a blase inspector cares to go through. And because of this there hangs a tale—or, to be more exact, nearly two dozen tails—and the following Is. the yarn: The Breslau, with 1,153 passengers from Bremen, docked at pier 8, Locust Point, the other afternoon, where the cabin passengers were landed that night, and the steerage kept aboard until the next morning. There were 1,105 In the steerage, the majority of whom were men. but there were a number of women and several fami lies among the Immigrants. One of the families was that of Heinrich Popken, a thrifty German, who had with him a splendid family of seven full-grown children, In addition to his six handsome daughters and one son—each of them well dreaaed, apparently well educated, and, need less to say, the cause of considerable comment. The family had numerous packages containing household goods and personal belongings. Inspector Richardson opened the first box and found nothing dutiable. While he taking out the belongings of the Pop kens, a second case had been opened. As soon as the lid was lifted the In spector saw that nothing but ruin lay before him. "Rats!" he cried, have done." With the cry the case was sur rounded by customs officers, railroad men and Immigrants. And It was a sorrowful sight to the Popkens. The ;ase had been filled with clothing; but not even a ragman would have taken the articles as they lay. They were eaten to small particles, and reduced to worthlessness. Inspector Richardson took charge of the situation and there began a search for the marauders, uncovered, other of the rodents was unceremoni ously chased out of his comfortable quarters. The cry spread among the Immigrants, and In a few seconds the whole pier was In an uproar. The cry of "Rats!" In half a dozen languages rang through the building. Here and there scurried the rats. After them sped former Cossacks. Austrians, Rou manians, Bulgarians. Germans, Poles and Hungarians. Not one rat man aged to escape, and when the carnage was over there were 23 stretched lifeless on the hard, cold Boor. wlf was 'Se what rats They were soon First one and then an of them MAKES MISCOUNT; KILLS SELF Rich Cattleman Thought He Was Pulling the Trigger on Revolver's Empty Chamber. Oklahoma City, Okla.—Gen. Frank Canton of the Oklahoma Guard, has returned from Benjamin, Texas, where he attended the funeral of hla nephew, Roy Burnett, a rich young cattleman of New Mexico. "The cattlemen of the range coun try." Bays General Canton, "place only five cartridges In their six-shooters and keep the vacant chamber under the trigger, to lessen the chance of accident at discharge. But Roy had a habit of playing with his revolver by slowly pulling the trigger so as to turn the cylinder without firing, and counting the chambers as they passed before the trigger place. After count j ing five he would give the trigger a hard pull and snap the weapon the vacant chamber, scaring tome friend the while by pointing the volver at him. National on re* "Roy and hts wife and two young men of New York who were visiting ! them had been to a party a few miles from the ranch the evening of March when Roy and his wife retired to their room Roy said he would like to I give her a pistol exhibition. He did the usual counting of chambers, : thought he did, and then placed the muzzle to his temple on what he thought was the vacant chamber and I pulled the trigger. The chamber had a cartridge In it and he dead " - was shot I or Will Move Often. Chicago.—Falling to agree on ' of two suburbs In which they want to live, Louis P. Wernecke and hla bride, elopers, have decided to move one i every : six months between Evanston and j Renick. WILD Times in Honduras Bandit Crew From Guatemala Raida a Village and Carries Off All tht Women. Parallelling the robbery of the Sab ine women In early Roman hmistory, a bandit crdw from Guatemala dashed across thi border recently and car ried off the women of a tiny village. Excitement runs high, both here and throughout the coloDy, since the an nouncement that no troops could be sent to run the thieves to earth. That private Invasion of Guate plans for | mala are l^i progress there is no doubt. ' A posse Is expected to leave In a day or two well provided with arms and ammunition, to accompany the men of the village to the mountain lair where, It is thought, the brigands hold their captives. The border near the point where the Mexican, Guatemala and British Hon duran llneB join Is Infested with out laws, whq, by Jumjplng from one coun try to the other, avoid the rather lax vigilance which Is maintained by the police departments In this vast and sparsely settled region. Near the line, in BrltlBh territory, la the village of Bul let Tree Bank, one of the chicle sta tions on the Upper Belize river. At present only ten families are making their homes in the place. It was during the day that the rob bers descended on the village and car ried away the women, when the men were air in the woods tapping the sapote trees and collecting the chicle. Five young women, daughters of the chicle fair a a a a therers, accompanied by an older woman, who was the wife of one of the workmen, were washing cloth ing on the banks of the river. The other women, who were in the houses, heard screams and ran out to see their friends a a d relatives being driven be fore a band of no less than 12 men. The alarm was given as soon as pos sible, but as the men of the village were several miles away and widely scattered in the forests, it was night before were summoned home. Their IaVk of sufficient firearms made pursuit Impossible until arms and ammunition had been secured. Loading their effects Into canoes and bringing the remaining women and children with them, the chicle gatherers came down stream aa rapid ly as the current and sturdily plied paddles could bring them. On arrival here their story was soon circulated throughout the city. First the authorities were consulted, but It soon wds apparent that the red tape surrounding legal procedure would bar any effective action. Many men vol unteered to Join the "chlclerous," and while the expedition la being conduct ed as secretly as possible, there Is lit tle danger of police interference, as they are thought to sympathize with the movement.—Belize (British Hon duras) Dispatch New Orleans Times Democrat. Man Power and Coat Power. Does any one realize the power oi coal as a worker? A man was set to work t4 pump as hard as he could all day, and at the end of ten hours it was found that he had done Just as much York as a little less than two ounces of coal could do. Taking all the energy put forth by a hard-working man during one whole year, the same amount of force would be furbished by 36 pounds of good coal, or say 40 pounds of average coal. We froduce six tons a head of pop ulation. and this contains the energy of 336 men working for a whole year. Of cpurse, even in our best engines the greater part of the working en ergy ot coal Is wasted. But even if only one-tenth is turned to account, one and a half hundred weight of coal is equhl to a man working for 300 days of the year. A horse can do as much work as ten men, but one and a quarter pounds of coal has as much working force as a horse Expends in one day. So that a ton o^ coal, If we could use all its force, would do as much work as six horsed working for a whole year. Captain's Specific Ordere. Capt. John 1. Lewis, an official of the Afundel Sand and Gravel company of Baltimore, has toured the world. Captain Lewis in recalling some of his trips said that he met a friend one time, and they talked of the dangers of icebergs. He remembered that his friend, also a tourist, said: "Oite night while returning from Europe I came out on deck. It was so foggy that nothing could be seen. The Uaptaln of the ship was walking the deck and I approached him and said: " 'How fast are we going?' "The master replied, 'Twenty-two miles an hour.' "Ts not that a violation of the law?' I asked. The captain admitted that It was. "Then I asked, 'Why do you run so fast through a fog?' "The captain replied, 'My official standing orders are 'Heaven, hell or New York in five days.'" Bridget Nonplussed. Mrs. Jenkins had retired to her room to tr| yto sleep off a headache. She had a particularly devoted maid, Bridget. Bridget now annoyed «Mrs. Jenkins greatly by tiptoeing to her I door every little while and peeping In at hj:r. Finally Mrs. Jenkins called to Bridget and asked her not to do It as It was disturbing her, to which Bridget re- ! yez wants me, an' whin yez Is quiet I gits to thlnkln' maybe yez Is dead." i plied: "Slhure, Mrs. Jenkins, phat am I to' i do? I When yoz makes a noise I think : j MERCY THAT STINGS NIGHT COURT JUDGE METES OUT DISGUISED INJUSTICE. "She's been up here thirty times," said the court officer, with a backward Jerk of his thumb. | She wasn't a bad looking girl at all. Not many months ago she had been a very good looking girl indeed. In spite of the slush underfoot and the drizzling rain that had been falling, she was not noticeably bedraggled when she came into the night court for women. One chielly noticed that her eyes were dull and her bearing ' careless. She had become used to Fashionable Women Enjoy His Cruel ly Impertinent Questioning of For lorn Girl and Then Praiee Him for His Kindness, the routine of her life—and that rou tine Included the court. Emotion had been burned out of her by the caustic | of existence. A flare of drunken an- ; ger—a maudlin sob—were her limits of expression. She mounted the bridge drearily, hopelessly. It was evident enough the girl didn't care. "Ask her—" A buzz of whispering filled the court room. One looked up to see a bevy of handsomely dressed women sitting by the side of the judge. They wore evening gowns. Gems sparkled against the pallor of their breasts. Their fair . shoulders were protected against the draughts of the filthy courtroom by costly furs. They rested white kid elbows upon the judge's desk and propped their arrogant and complacent faces In slender hands and stared that dingy courtroom down. The judge had obviously been dining with them. His handsome face was flushed and he often laughed behind his hand with the prettiest of his callers. At their prompting he asked that poor, bedeviled, hopeless woman who stood before him questions that were still cruelly impertinent, though he was a judge and she a woman of the streets. The silk clad women by his side tit tered and exchanged mocking glances. The woman's voice grew hoarse and strained as she replied. She stared at the women of another world as those women of the poor streets in Paris may have stared at the women of the court some hundred odd years ago. "You may go now," said the judge, sllklly. The women who sat by his side upon a bench that had been de filed, stretched out their pretty banda and patted him gently upon the arm. "How good you are to these people," said one to him, addressing him by his first name. The old court officer was leading the woman toward the door. A bright spot burned high upon her cheek bones. The flames of rage flared In her widely opened, staring eyes. "G'wan now, kid,'' said the old court officer, patting her shoulder with awkward kindness. "Don't you care." —Cincinnati Times-Star. At the Bird Store Window. The bird store window Is an unfall ing attraction to many people. Per haps it attracts men more than wom en, but it Is a magnet that draws all children. Let small boys or girls discover a bird store and they halt and linger long, wondering over or admiring the strange or beautiful feathered créa, tures within, and children walking with their mother if they should spy this window are sure to tug her to ward it to give them a chance to look in. The bird store window Interests all children, as it appears to interest also many grown men who may be drawn to it by a natural fondness for birds and animals, or be attracted by the novel or striking character of the exhibit on view. Here, for instance, In this window Is a white peacock, a remarkable bird seen with its plumage in whatever form. As with characteristic delibera tion it walks about with its long tall feathers folded and trailing people stop to look at it, and then let it raise and spread its great white fan anu many more halt and gather in a crowd around the window.—New York Sun. Hurt In the Sequel. Graham Ferguson has just returned after an absence of six months on "the other side." Fergle did not spend all his time abroad at the home of hts Ayrshire ancestors; he visited Swit zerland and Italy and did not neglect Paris. It was in this famous city that he witnessed a famous sight. "When I was In France," he told a newspaper friend Sunday, "I saw a ! duel. contestants was seriously Injured." One of thos« rib was broken In the embrace with, his opponent, after the duel was over." , —Cleveland Plain Dealer. "Ilow far is It to the next town?" ! "Oh! One of those French duels, eh? Nobody was hurt, I presume?" "You are wrong there. One of the "One of the contestants? Surely you mean, a bystander or a second or a surgeon?" "No, sir; one of the duelists. H« had a rib broken." "You astound me! toy rapiers could not smash a rib, surely?" "Rapier, nothing! The brave man's inquired tho traveler in the mud bei spattered buggy. ! " 'Bout ten mile, mister," said tbs farmer by the roadside. "Long miles, too, I supposo." "No, sir, they're not so very long; ! but you'll find them pretty blamed i thick." Thick. ■ ; ; , one-man threshing outfit Filipinos Hull Rice In the Same Man ner as Their Ancestors Did for Generations. The women of the Filipino farm do not have to get up with the chickens to cook for the "hands" with the threshing outfit. A single pair of hands furnish all the labor required In rice threshing, and the threshing ma chine itself might be picked up under z man's arm and toted off. The rice thresher, or huiler, to put It more properly, consists of two cyl | Indrlcal rattan or bamboo baskets, placed one within the other. In the center basket, which stands higher than the outer one, a funnel shaped hopper is provided, Into this the rice heads are thrown, The farmhand then works a long, wooden lever back and forth, shaking the grain down amid a system of rat ' 1j | ; . ! to? I Ö0 alte*. Filipino Rice Hulling., tan brushes or little bristles, where it Is so shaken up that the brittle hulls drop off, passing out with the kernels of grain. Filipino ingenuity has never yet de vised a method for separating the chaff and the meat by machinery, crude or up-to-date, but we are going to save them the trouble by supplying some of our own machinery deslghed to do this thing. For years the natives have had to resort to a laborious hand method, in which the wind assists In a funny way. In separating the chaff from the rice. Meantime, if you meet with tanta lizing annoyances with your great modern threshing outfit, just whistle patiently and think what the Filipino farm hand has had to put up with for all these years, and usually on a sal ary of a few pennies a day. CANCER IMMUNITY IN SIGH1 Results of Experiments With Mice Hold Out Great Hope, Accord ing to the Scientlets. That a vaccine for cancer Is about to be discovered la the deduction phy __ sicians draw from Vf - CANCEROUS IMMUNE y \ rfrtrvj the results of a long series of ex periments on mice made by M. Das tre, professor of physiology at the Sorbonne In Parla. Describl ng these to the Aca demie des Sciences Professor Dastre said that when cancerous growths are inoculated upon mice almost all of these develop the disease; but if the progeny of these infected mice be in oculated with the same growth, only eighty per cent, of these are affected. This 80 per cent. M. Dastre calls the "rich line," In contradiction of the 20 per cent, unaffected, which he calls the "poor line." These results, It seems, are con stant, which proves that heredity has created among the progeny of cancer ous mothers a class of animals that appear to be immune to the disease. For the mice of this "poor line" trans mit their Immunity to their descend ants In a proportion that Professor Dastre calculates at four to one. The experiments apparently have not gone far enough to prove how many gene rations will be necessary to establish a race of absolutely Immune mice. VARYING COLORS OF RAINBOW Generally Accepted Idea of 8ettled Hues la Shattered by Recent Resea rchee. Violet, Indigo, blue, green, yellow, or ange, red—the colors of the rainbow; any child knows and the high scnool pupil can refer you to hall a dozen textbooks 55 tl ■■BSl to prove it It Is true, however, ot only a very few rainbows, as G . Fltzhugh Talmaa demonstrates In the Scientific Amer ! lean, The colors of rainbows vary with their width, and their width va ries with the size of the raindrops, big drops producing narrow bows with bright, clearly defined colors, small drops producing wide bows with pale colors. Here are the colors erally seen: (1) When tho raindrops average 1 millimeter In diameter, vio let, light blue, bluish green, green, yellow, orange, light red, dark red. (2) When the drops average 310 of a millimeter In diameter, violet, light blue, bluish green, green, yellow, op ange, (3) When the drops average 1-10 of a millimeter, very pale violet, , violet, whitish blue, whitish green,' whitish yellow, pale yellow. (4) When the drops average 1-20 of a millimeter white tinged with violet, bright ! white tinged with yellow, very pale yellow. as gen Not What He Expected. ■ She—Sal, are those poe paper signed "Oedipus" yours? He—Yes. ln th« Bb -Well, the girls persisted that they were, but -1 always spoke up for TOU.— Fliegend e Blotter.