The Leon reporter., January 04, 1900, Image 9

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lE'S LOSS OF NERVE
Lane is in town, I beat," 'skid
|lttle man with the scrubby beard
threw down a winning king lull
f?aked In the stack of chips from
ilddle of the table.
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fho's ho?" asked a man across the
I*
Ilm Lane," answered the first
iker, "was the nerviest and best
kbler
In all probability who ever
pked a deck of cards in this great
glorious poker-playing country,
knows every trick that was ever
ayed
with cards and can work those
to) tricks better than any other man
Bver
saw or heard of. I don't mean
elght-of-hand tricks. I mean the reg
Ilar
professional gambler's tricks, the
1cks that are played to win money
pishonestly. He must be 35 years old
he's a day, but you wouldn't think it
|ff you were to put your eyes on him.
iie'n got a little, thin, boyish face, and
light mustache that will never grow
By
larger than-it is, and altogether
has about the most innocent ap
{rance you would strike from New
.to 'Frisco. I've crossed the con
by stages, winning my car faro
great American game, and I.
frer saw his equal in the lamb-like
Knocent way. But, oh. how that little
ellow has fooled the best of them! In
pet, I think he was only caught at the
#me once, and then the man who
bught him didn't dare to squeal be
cause he was working the same identi
cal game. Jack Hale? who was known
all over the west as Dopey Hale,
caught him. At that game Jim Lane
lost his nerve. He never got it back,
either.
"Lane was a natural born gambler.
He couldn't keep away from the cards,
[, just the same as an opium flend hangs
onto his dope. It's a disease. An old
uncle down in San Bernardino county
bjad died, and the bulk of his fair-sized
jiile went to Jim,* The young fellow
started in to spend it right and left,
jmtil he struck a stiif poker game at
Be* Old Fleming house in 'Frisco one
|ight. There were a lot of slick guys
the game, and they let the young
Ichap win Just enough the first night
Jto get the fever in his blood the next
rnigt^t' they made his pile look sick, and
J^ the rest of the week they kept him
F||*$$tawy writing out checks to square him
vse]f. Then the gang who fleeced him
left town.
•EgjH" "A bartender in the house tipped
L'f&'jfclm off one night as to the character
of^the people who had got into his roll.
He went home and thought it all over.
HALE TAPPED HIM ON THE
SHOULDER.
Jfle thought it all over many times, and
I the next night he ran across one of the
Icuys who had been in the game.
'Come up to my room," said Lane
Tve got something I want to show
you."
"The other fellow went along. Lane
ok him up to the room, and then
|shuttlng the door, pulled out a re
volver and said he wanted to know
omething. The other guy put up a
lick when the gun was flashed on him,
but Lane quickly made himself under
|tood.
"You and your crowd of thieves,'
Traid Lane, 'have got away with my
jrtle. That's all right. I got the ex
fcerience, even if 1 did have to pay for
It flow, I'm going to get some of that
money back. You just sit down and
4each me how to deal cards so I can
win.'
a "The guy sat down, and for twelve
|g{#qltd hours these two fellers did noth
ing but shuffle and deal cards. The
{•lick guy dealt seconds, stacked the
jeck in sixteen different ways, marked
|rds as he played them, and in Just
gut nine times out of ten be would
ane completely. Then he b^gan
kplain all the tricks. He susro-
Lane's thumbnail so he could
the cards and tiled of the skin of
lis thumb so he could feel the marked
cards as they came out of the deck.
Xane proved tt. be an easy gambler,
and. when his teacher left him that
bight he had learned the manipulation
of every trick known to the gambler's
.'-trade.. Then he started in to practice
them, and he spent weeks and weeks
In dealing out imaginary hands of
Jioker. Then he started out to play
a-little'poker. He didn't have enough
confidence at first to try any of his
^fcaihes when playing, but he invariably
^cticed marking the cards. A good
llJer, I have been told, can mark
|e big cards in the pack within
kinutes after the first hand is
told me he could beat that
ve him.
End by he started in to deal
(If some of the marked cards, and
"Invariably won, as he played his
antes where he was the only dishon
nian. His nerve came with his
Ffuccess, and in a year or two he was
like a veteran. He played like a flash
Of lightning, and never aroused a sus
picion of his actions, lie simply toyed
with the plungers who ran up against
Mm.
"One night he sat '•own in a game in
Mch a rough-lnoklng fellow with a
noise and sleepy eyes was pfay
|hfr. Jim didn't pay much attention
him, but he was playing with Dopey
ck Hale, There were several youns
1sco fellows in the gqgne. Jim start
to jto play in his usual manner. The
st king that he got in his band was
se kln'gof diamonds, and.he imme-
Bately /punched the sharp corner of
l^jimbnail into both ends "of the
The- very next hand the deal
no around to Jim. He shuffled and
reshuffled and rifled, feeling card af Mr
card. He dealt the hands, out and
watched for the king of diamonds:
Suddenly he stopped In the middle of
his deal.
'"What's the matter?" asked a man
across the table. Jim was White, but
he went on in a minute, passing it on
by saying he had a cramp. The truth
was he had found his king of dia
monds and had felt a double mark In
it.: Evidently somebody else had be
gun to mark cards. Jim suspected
Hale right away, but he didn't find
much to strengthen his suspicions, as
Hale appeared to be very dopey and
sleepy. He seemed to go to sleep over
every hand. Jim watched him for
a time and soon observed that every
time Hale appeared especially sleepy
he held a magnificent hand. It looked
strange, but as the game went on
without any startling occurrence, Jim
began to think he was mistaken and
had himself marked the same card
twice. Then he started out to mark
the rest of the cards. The first ace he
run. across he thumbed carefully and
he found It already marked. That set
tled it.
"For some reason Jim's suspicions
wandered from Halo until they settled
on a quiet-looking chap who sat next
to Hale. There was no particular rea
son for it, but the suspicion kept grow
ing stronger. 'That's the guy that's
doing the funny business with these
cards,' thought Jim to himself 'I'll lie
low and watch it out.'
"Jim kept on marking cards Just the
same. Suddenly Hale stopped in the
middle of a deal and jumped up in
his chair with a startled look on his
face. He settled down again and held
the cards tight. No one spoke. Several
looked up in surprise. Jim began to
reckon out how he could reach the
door in case a gun was pulled, for ho
thought Hale had surely tumbled to
his game. Somebody asked Hale what
was the matter.
'Indigestion,' answered Hale, in a
sharp tone, which Jim regarded as om
inous. Jim's nerve went like a flash.
He could barely lift his head for fear
of betraying a guilty countenance.
'I've got enough,' he said, throwing
down his cards after the next deal.
'I'm going home.'
"Hale overtook him at the corner
and tapped him on the shoulder. Jim
started as if he had been shot.
'Aw, come on,' said Hale. 'Brace
up. No one's onto you except me.
Come in here (pointing to a saloon).
I've got something I want to say to
you.'
"They went into the back room of
the saloon and sat down in a quiet
corner.
'You're the slickest dealer that
ever happened on this earth,' said
Hale.
"No. I'm not,' answered Jim. 'You
are the slickest. I watched you for
half an hour and did no playing, Just
to find out who was marking those
cards, and couldn't.'
'We won't quarrel over that,' said
Hale 'but I've got a proposition to
put to you. Ycu come in with me as a
partner and we will rip out the dough
from the jeans of every player on this
coast.'
'I couldn't do It to save my life,'
replied Jim. 'I've lost my nerve and
I'll never get it back. It's no go. Get
out and let me alone.'
"Hale went. He was shot across a
card table three weeks afterward, and
died in his chair. Jim quit the game.
That is, quit marking cards. You will
find him playing once in awhile even
now, because he can't leave poker, but
he's on the level. His nerve never
came .back."—New York Sun.
PERFUME PLANTS "FAKED."
Cucumber Spronta Soaked In Cheap
Scent and Haiti at Ills 1'rofltn.
"Speaking of street fakirs," said the
tall man of the party, "1 used to know
a fellow in Lawrence, Kan., who was
the king of-the crowd. He could make
money out of anything. A block of
common soap was worth many dollars
to him as a grease eradicator or some
thing of the kind, and for an outlay of
a few cents he could turn his pockets
full of cash. One day the young fellow
came to me and asked me in a myste
rious manner to go into a loft with
him. I went, and there found one of
the most ingenious outfits I ever saw
or heard of for 'doing' a gullible com
munity. This is what the outfit was:
There were one hundred small cloth
bags, each filled with wet bran. In
each bag was planted a cucumber seed.
Under the warmth and dampness these
seeds would soon sprout, and then my
young friend would take each bag and
dip it into a tub filled with highly per
fumed water. Then the small flat leaves
which first sprout would be taken off
carefully, leaving the next leaves,
wb'oh are rough and wrinkled and do
not bear such strong evidence of iden
tity. Then the hundred bags with
their sprouts would be put in boxes
and carefully carried to some 'jay'
town, where my young friend would ac
tually get 50 cents apiece for them as
'perfume plants.' The plan was worked
by him successfully a number of times
and he always managed to get away
without being injured. He was a fluent
talker and always disposed of his 'per
fume plants' in an easy manner. Teen,
as persons who have been caught at
any such 'sucker' game do not care to
'squeal,' his chances of detection were
reduced to a minimum.—New York
Telegraph.
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Of (ho F^moni Howard Family.
Matthew Howard, aged 84, the last
member of the famous Howard family,
has just died at his home near Paris,
Ky. He was a. bachelor, and left a
large estate. He was the last of nine
children, each of whom was over six
feet In height. The father was six
feet four, and weighed 200 pounds the
mother was six feet and one-half inch,
and weighed 2S6 pounds. The height
of*the parents and nine children ag
gregated 70 feet and inch, and their
aggregate weight was 2,298 pounds.
The four women aggregated 24 feet
7V6 inches, and aggregated in weight
760 pounds. The ee-ven men aggregated
45 feet 5 Inches in height and 1,538
pounds in weight. The mother had 12
brothers, each over six feet in height.
The height and weight of this family
was probably without a parallel in the
world.
•JST^
Faultily faultlMs,
splendidly null. 4ead perfection
more.—1Tennyson,
THE ijEON REPORTER.'
ESKIMO SURGERY.
When a Native Freetea a Limb It Xa
Cut Off Without Compunction or Care.
What' becomes of a badly wounded
man on board of a sailing ship—worst
of all, a sailing ship in regions far
from other human help, like those vis
ited by whalers in the Arctic and Ant
arctic regions? A striking answer to
this question has just been given by
Surgeon S. J. Call of the revenue cut
ter service of the United States in his
report just published of the trip of tao
overland relief expedition to Point Bar
row, Alaska, to succor the whalers who
were frozen in there, says the Phila
delphia Press. The vast difficulties at
tending the overland journey made it
absolutely impossible to carry any ex
cept desperately needed medical stores,
and Surgeon Call's outfit consisted of
a pocket surgical case, a hypodermic
syringe, a stethoscope, a half-pound
package of lint, a roll of adhesive rub
ber plaster, a fever thermometer, a
dozen assorted bandages, .a half roll
of isinglass plaster, one-half dozen
pairs snow glasses and ono-thlrd of a
dozen tooth brushes. On account of the
low temperature to be met, the liquid
preparations were reduced to a mini
mum, and were eight ounces of special
anesthetic mixture, four ounces tinc
ture chloride of Iron, four ounces of
friar's balsam, and one-third dozen of
extract of ginger. At Unaktolik, in
high latitudes, the first case of rude
surgery was found by Dr. Call. In a
hunt occupied by an old man, an old
woman and their son he saw that the
old man's legs were cut off below the
knees. He learned that a few years be
fore he had frozen his legs and feet
The old woman had chopped off the
frozen parts with a long knife, which
she showed to the surgeon. The legs
had healed fairly well, despite the
roughness of the job. Later he found
many similar Instances. Thus he says:
"There are natives hobbling around in
Point Barrow with the loss of one or
both legs, hands or arms, who had no
assistance from white men or a sur
geon, and I might say that almost all
of these cases are due to the frost bite.
In time the dead and frozen stump,
having no sensation, is chopped away
by some member of the family, and,
afier a long and slow process of gran
ulation and sloughing, healing follows.
For some reason the Eskimo refuses to
wear artificial limbs. Cases operated
on nearly ten years ago are on their
knees still, and the amount of work
and traveling they do is astonishing.
Seribus surgical cases. It was found,
had occurred cn the frozen-in whalers
before t.ie revenue cutter expedition
arrived there.. All these had been oper
ated on by Capt. Tilton and Capt.
Newport, sailormen who had no pre
vious experience of the kind, having no
knowledge of medicine or surgery. Op
erations of the most grave kind were
performed with rude instruments by
these men in a manner which calls out
praise."
An Eiigllfth Restaurant.
Different countries produce different
foods. Perhaps that is the reason why
a description of a railway restaurant
in England sounds so curious to Amer
ican ear3. This terminus restaurant
corresponds to the American lunch
counter where pie and coffee are the
staple refreshment of hurried hungry
man. Patrons crowd the English
place three deep and wait for the front
row to finish eating and depart. One
elderly woman drinks hot spirit and
water and eats sandwiches beside her
a country couple devour buns and milk
—how British "buns" sounds!—and a
busy man eats sponge cake and drinks
port wine. Can one imagine a Chi
cago broker rushing into a quick
lunch counter with a demand for
sponge cake? He might as well ask
for a coach and four. In this London
restaurant a mother of a family re
gales herself and her meek husband
with ginger beer and cakes, and a
nervous young clergyman asks for a
glass of milk. Buns, sponge cake,
milk and beer—the menu is a little dif
ferent from those on this side of the
water.
Quickly Settled.
The mayor of a western city is said
to have a neat and expeditious method
of attending to complaints, which is
leading to a wholesome regard to the
laws of health and cleanliness among
his people. A marketman was
brought before him under a charge of
depositing filth In the city streets. The
man pleaded "Not guilty," upon which
the following dialogue took place be
tween the mayor and the chief witness
for tlie prosecution: "Officer, what
did the defendant do?" asked the
mayor. "Threw rotten eggs into the
street, your honor." "Ho,w many did
you see him throw Into the street?"
"One, your honor." "If he'd had two
hundred would he have thrown them
into the street?" "I think he would,
your honor." "That shows the intent
to violate the ordinance," said the
mayor, briskly. "Ten dollars and
costs."
Goethe*s Last Love.
Fraulein Ulrike von Levetzow,
Goethe's last love has died at Triplitz
(Bohemia) aged 91. It was to her in
spiration that the German nation owes
the "Triology of Passion." The ever
youthful Goethe was already 73 when,
at Marleabad and Carlsbad, he first met
Baroness von Levetzow, who was then
only a girl of 18, though endowed with
every charm of mind and body. She
never married, her life being devoted
to the memory of her affection for the
poet Her castle at Triplitz was a
Mecca for all who wrote on Qoethe,
and she herself has been the subject
of dozens of volumes of German liter
ature.
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Friendly Advice*
Buff—I'd have you know, sir,5 that
I'm a self-made man. Gruff—Well,
I'm sorry for you but keep It dark
and don't worry, and perhaps you'll
get along all rights—Chicago News.
Already In On»torfy.
Clancy—Is he fbightin' fer !the cus
tody of his children? Casey—No the
police have alriddy attinded tp. that,rr
Kansas City Independent.
•ft
|ar.
no
.'.Hardly the Anw-r Sh* Rzmxted.
Landlady—Isn't this a good chicken?
Boarder—It may have been a good
chicken morally, but physically it was
a wreck.—Stray Stories. it
FOE HOME AND WOMKS
ITEMS OF INTEREST FOR MAIDS
AND MATRONS.
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Matron'a Gown—The Straight Front—
Lighting the Drawing Room—Married
Brldeamalda
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A Novelty in Modern
Wedding*. •,
It Tlion WUt Earn Thine Dearth
(Dirge.)
If thou wilt east thine heart
Of love, and all its smart—
Then sletep, dear, sleep!
And not a sorrow
Hang any tear on your eyelashes
Lie still and deep,
Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes
The rim o' the sun to-morrow.
In eastern sky.
But wilt thou cure thine heart
Of love, and Its smart
Then die, dear, die!
"TIs deeper, sweeter.
Than on a rose hank to lie dreaming
With folded eye
And then alone, amid the beaming
Of love's stars, thou'lt meet her
In eastern sky.
—Thomas Lovell Beddoes.
Married Bridesmaid*.
Married best men and ushers have
for some time been a feature of fash
ionable weddings within the last year
there have been several instances
where the bride's attendants have been
married, says the New York Evening
Sun. instead of a maid of honor,
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MATRON'S GOWN.
Of black satin with lavender panne
velvet bands stitched about the edges
with black and worked with black
French knots. The yoke and sieeves
are of black silk Spanish lace over
lavender, with a black velvet collar
top, heavily stitched. The peculiar
there is a matron of honor, and, in one
case, the entire set of bridesmaids
was replaced by a half-dozen very re
cent brides. The matron of honor Is
the more common evidence of the new
convention, or whatever it may be
called, however, and she bids fair to
hold her popularity for some time to
come. She undoubtedly had her
origin in the sentimental pledge so
often made between two girls that
whoever married .first should have the
other for maid of honor, in some one
case it having evidently been deter
mined to carry out the vow one de
gree farther, and to serve each other,
whether married or not. History fails
to tell us anyuiing about this first
original case all that we know is that
the precedent of a matron of honor is
now established. There are those to
whom this is a cause for regret. The
real. old-fashioned weuu.ug, such as
our grandmothers knew, offered such
a fine opportunity for future weddings,
the pjjuesmaids and ushers being in
variably young men and yount* wom
en of a suscepuole age and condition
and heartily alive to the possibilities
of being thrown together in this way.
In very suburban instances, the at
tendants, when the ceremony was
over, used to pair off, every Jack with
his Jill, and follow after the newly
wedded couple right down the aisle
in a way that could but suggest that
they follow their example as well.
Married ushers and a matron of honor
fiave changed all that. In its second
ary capacity of promoting other wed
dings, the wedding is not what it used
to be. say those who know the old way.
Not so, say we all of us. The "new"
wedding may look less obviously like
a matrimonial market, but the chances
are, and, in fact, all evidence goes to
prove, that young people may be de
pended upon to be young people under
any condition of circumstances.
I.l?b ting the Drawing Room.
There is no room in the house the
lighting of which demands more care
and attention than the drawing-room.
The novelist delights to write of the
"brilliantly-lighted drawing room
but this is a mere figure of speech—
every woman who studies the comfort
of her guests knows that a somewhat
subdued light is preferable for an
apartment in which very little reading
or writing is done and where conver
sation. music, and perhaps a little mild
flirtation, are the principal occupa
tion. Whether gas or oil lamps are bet
ter for the purpose lg a mooted ques
tion. If the former ir'used, the globes
should -certainly be' Dinted, or covered
with colored'.shades./ The light of oil
lamps, is softer, anfl the combustion
is notfne&rly 90 barAiful to walls, ceil
mg etc ,|£ tfcat at gas but where
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JAW-AKY 4. 1900.
lamp's "are" used, excessive care musf
be taken in cleaning, filling and. trim
ming for a smoky lamp does more
damage in an hour than half-a-dozen
flaring gas jets would do in a week.
Now, as to the position of your lights.
Do, pray, avoid that institution of
suburban dwellings, a center gasalier
dependent from the ceiling. Not onlj
does this ruin the ceiling, but It spoils
for the time being the appearance o:
any woman who ,stands or passes be
neath It Try the experiment Stand
beneath such a light with a hand mir
ror and see how prominent are the
cheek bones what haggard lines ap
pear on the face and how deeply dark
are its depressions. If you do this,
you will agree that tho center gasalier
is a cruel mistake. All artificial light
in a drawing room should come from
brackets placed against the wall
though standing telescopic lamps are
nearly as good, and possess the addi
tional advantage that they can be
raised or lowered at will, for the height
at which artificial light is placed is of
more importance than many people
Imagine. Carefully adjusted, it is real
ly an aid to beauty. Brackets should
be fixed about five and a half feet from
the floor, so that their illumination
should be about on a level with the
face of an individual of an average
height. Of course, all such lights must
be shaded, the favorite tones being
pink or yellow but this, of course, de
pends largely on the hues prevailing
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pleating at the side3 of the skirt is re
peated again at the back. The belt,
like every belt this season, is shaped,
curving very deeply in front, and when
worn with the new straight front cor
sets, gives a stout figure a modish and
graceful figure.
in the decoration of the room. Rapid
strides have been made of late years
In the manufacture of shades of all
sorts, and the woman must indeed be
hard to please who, at a good fancy
stationer's, cannot find something
pretty to suit her tastes. Just a word
as to piano lights. If it is possible,
place the instrument so that the light
from one of the wall brackets falls
on to the music over the left shoulder
of the pianist. If this cannot conven
iently be done, take care that the
candle brackets fixed to the piano
itself are a good length, and that the
little shades, while shading the eyes
of the player from the glare of the
candles, reflect the light directly on
the music.
The Straight Front.
A sketch showing the straight front,
sans busk, French corset, and tho very
necessary hook to keep the skirts down
in front, to preserve the long-waisted
effect. No one should neglect to have
this hook, which is a large one, sold
especially for that purpose, and if the
person is stout, there should be two
also at the back. The long straight
effect In front is absolutely necessary
in this season's modes. The skirts
should have a fitted yoke at the top.
The chemise Is orange taffeta, with
accordion plaited ruffle,decorated by an
Egyptian design in black and white
silk braid over the surface and along
.the edge.
mr
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SXatrlmonfal Jon*
Young Mother—I can't imagine
night—-Chicago News.
ROSAMOND'S WELL
TRAGIC STORY OF THE AN
CIENT SPRING. WMSS,
The Xjuchea* of Marlborough Drlnka
from tlie Spring Erected by Henry
I to the Woman Who Shared 111a
Dual 1.1 fe.
(London Letter.)
Americans are notably pleased be
cause the emperor of Germany singled
out the duchcss of Marlborough (Con
suelo Vanderbilt) for especial honors
during his recent visit to England. He
declined to visit Lord Rosebery and
the duke of Devonshire, but found
time tD see the rich young American
duchess and enjoy himself in her so
ciety at Blenheim palace. Which indi
cates that the former New York girl
holds an iniiuenlial position in Eng
lish social and political affairs.
The emperor must have found much
to interest him on lais visit. Tho Marl
boroughs live in a palace more magni
ficent than any of the queen's, and
Blenheim palace is surrounded by an
atmosphere of romance, history and
tradition. On this spot centuries ago
stood a royal palace, and the very
water that the American duchess
drinks comes from a spring which, S00
FAIR ROSAMOND'S WELL.
years ago, supplied tho bath of the
beautiful Lady Rosamond, the favorite
of King Henry 11. The story of Fair
Rosamond and Fair Rosamond's Well
is one that the fo'k around Blenheim
palace are never tired of repeating, -md
it is a pretty, though pathetic tale.
King Henry 11. lived in Woodstock
palace with Queen Eleanor, his wife,
\. iu», 1 hough queen of England, •vas
never queen of his heart. Henry loved
Rosamond, the daughter of Earl Clif
ford, and to have her near him, he
had built for her in the forest sur
rounding the palace a tiny hq^ge, over
which the vines and shrub
trained to grow, till, in ti
and the king named
1'T Rosamond's Bower,
bower, and reached
wijich also were hild
fcvergro\Ht*shru bhe
spring of ci*y
into a pool, used by L.'.dy
for her morii»«~-batti.
From one 'pf the rooms in his paface
the king had. dug out. an underground
passage, throlugh which he could go
part of the way to the retreat of Rosa
mond. From the underground passage
he emerged into the forest, and
through the maze from the passage to
the bower, Rosamond had twined a
silken thread in and out among the
trees so that her guilty lover might
thus be guided to her abode. So years
passed till one day Qu^cn Eleanor dis
covered the underground passage, and
determined to go exploring through
the forest for a rival she bad some
times suspected, though never found.
At the end of the passage she stum
bled upon the silken thread, and, fol
lowing it, made her way to the de
praved Rosamond's bower, taking with
her a cup of poisoned wine and a dag
ger. Rosamond, running fcrth to meet
her king, faced an angry queen in
stead.
"Choose which way to die!" cried
Queen Eleanor, holding out the pois
oned cup and the dagger, and rtosa
mond, fairest of all the daughters of
England, and beloved of the king,
drank the poisoned wine. Then the
queen departed, and King Henry, fol
lowing again the silken thread, came
upon fair Rosamond, dead among the
flowers, a wreath of roses on her head
—the wreath with which he had
crowned her, and the king's heart was
broken.
The underground passage has disap
peared, and the bower of fair Rosa
mond is centuries gone, but the well
is still there. Conseulo, duchess of
Marlborough, heard this story when
she went there, and has since had all
her water brought from the well.
On«» Umpire'* DenUloiu
A good football story is told of the
late Mr. Arthur Budd, the famous
Rugby international. He was seated
one evening at a football dinner next
to the Rev. Frank Marshall, the we:i
known Yorkshire referee, wv«en the
latter, after a discussion on the in
tricacies of modern tootball, remarked
that he believed there was no single
point in connection vHth Rugby foot
ball upon which he was not qualified
now to give a decision. "All right."
replied Budd. "I'll give you a poser.
Suppose, In a football match an acci
dent happened to the football and the
bladder got outside of the case. One
of the players got hold of the bladder,
ran behind and scored a try, while the
rest were hacking away at the case
what would you call that?" Mr. Mar
shall was taken back, and asked for
time to think it out, adding: "But
what would you call it, Budd?"
I'd call it a blessed miracle."
-ArllliclHl
what
makeB the baby cry-so.
Young Father—I'll bet he heari me
say I managed to get a little sleep
last
"Oh!
c«" Field*.
A new American wrinkle is the cul
ture of rice in artificial swamps, the
invention of some northwestern farm
ers settled In Louisiana. They build
1
bank around a' section of prairie and
pump water into the enclosure from
artesian wells. When the crop ma
tures the water is let out, the ground
dried off, and reapers and tenders se
cure the harvest at greatly reduced
cost.. The land, is easily prepared for
the next season, and there is iio danger
from drouth.
9
GENIALITY OP EMERSON
Bla Goftrteon* Treatment of Jjitla Ste*
Curthy When Ho \Va§ a Nobody.
"It was at a comparatively late pe
riod of my visit to America that I madd
the acquaintance of Boston," says Jus
tin McCarthy in the Youth's Compan-'
ion. "With my family I fettled at the
Parker House. The first visitor we had
there was Emerson. The first thing
that impressed me about him was the
total absence of anything like the man
ner of what I may call the profession
al philosopher. He talked away easily
and pleasantly about places and books
and men. He had read English litera
ture quite 'up-to-date,' as the distress
ing English phrase now puts it I told
Emerson that I had letters of introduc
tion to some distinguished men in Bos
ton. He at once, with a bright smile,
told me that the be3t way of meeting
them was to be his guest at the next
dinner of the Saturday club. I wonder
if the Saturday club still exists? At
the time of my first visit to Boston it
was a flourishing institution. The
members dined together at the Parker
House every Saturday during a certain
season of the year and, I think, each
member was privileged to bring one
guest, on certain Saturdays at all
events. On the day when I was Emer
son's guest Longfellow was there and
Holmes, James T. Fields, Whipple and
many more, whose names were familiar
to me, and whom it was a delight to
see and to hear and to talk with. Low
ell, for some reason, was not there. I
think the only visitor from London be-,
sides myself was Fecliter, the once fa
mous actor, who had come out wiih
the intention of settling in the states.
I had many questions to ask of Emer
son that night. I was greatly inter
ested in hearing him talk about Walt
Whitman, whom he liai himself but
lately introduced to the public of
America and even of England. "A
strong man,' he sal 1, ,liter many otter,
words of appreeia')../ and of eulogy,
'but method is uccued ivc-u for
strength.' Then he retainded me of
the wonderful method of symme
try and muscle of the Farnese
Hercules. A day or two later he
took me round most of the public
institutions of Boston, and in the Ath
enaeum, I think it was, we came upon
a cast of that same Hercules. Then
he recalled to me what he had been
saying concerning strength and meth
od. I saw Emerson several times after
that during my first and second visits
to the states. He was singularly kind
and I may be allowed to say that at
that time I had
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him but that established by some com
mon friendships and many common
sympathies. I was totally unknown In
literature and politics at the time, and
believe I had not, at the time, writ
ten a book which bore my name."
A I E I N A O E
Pope county,one of the southernmost
counties of Illinois, furnishes one of
tlie most romantic marriages in the
mals ol Kgypt." Less than a year
ip Miss Nettie Clark, a winsome girl
in company with a school eom-
Jgjit the samft age, prepared
anu L-irown into the Ohio riVer. Weelta
passed and apparently the bottled mis
sives had been lost.
Near his Louisiana home, a short
distance from New Orleans, C. T. An
derson, a prominent planter, in pass
ing along the river bank spied a bottle
and noticed a note inclosed. His curi
osity was aroused and upon examina
tion he concluded to make answer. The
correspondence thus begun proved ex
ceedingly interesting and soon the
mutual friendship became close and
photos were exchanged. This seems
to have intensified the affections which
had been aroused by seven months of
correspondence. The parents of Mias
Clark objected strongly to tbe turn
matters had taken. They felt that a
marriage under such conditions, with
out even a personal acquaintance, was
far from possessing elements of hap
piness for their daughter,and therefore
a visit from Mr. Anderson was de
manded. In October the promised
visit was made, and the objections of
the parents removed, and on Novem-
Wm
claim whatever on
I
MRS. NETTIE ANDERSON,
ber 8 the couple were married. They
left at once for their Louisiana home,
where they are settled on the planta
tion, the property of Ilr. Anderson.
Carried a "Hoodoo" Ting.
Several persons in Indianapolis ha7w
recently been he'.d up and robbed at
the pofnt of a revolver by a female
"highwayman," the latest victim being
Lemon Brewer, who handed out his
watch and money. All accounts agreed
that the woman robber was white.
The police arrested Jennie Bennett as
the robber. When her face was washed
at the police station by the matron she
proved to be colored. On her was a
long silk bag filled with tea, spices,
grains of coffee and several Bmall ar
ticles, oM being a dime sewed in a
piece of flannel and covered with spice.
Thie, she said, was her "hoodoo" bag.
—New York Sun.
R-tort Cmtrtpotva,
"No man with any sense at all wonld
approve of your actions," said the an
gry husband. "But, my dear," calmly
Inquired his bettei'. half, "how do you
know what a man with