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THURSDAY, MAR. 29,1900
^IT-' ^cas® there is a slump in. the dia
•»:j *ond business,Cecil Rhodes might find
®®pl®ymeht in the museums as the
jw.000.000 prize, beauty.
:Ther'i|iav&
on a
ptit a Wx,ouls-iia& in
charge of insanity because he
believes he is in hell. .The only trou
assi^e ':Wlth: that poor bellow is that he's
tod candid.
E& Rlddliig the .heart of malice does not
In Itself free the hands from cruelty,
A man -:may act cruelly from malice,
his toajr act just as cruelly from
S', ®heer_coldness. He that would be kind
must
not only be delivered from the
|p|8pirlt: of hate, he must be filled with
--^e' .spirit of love. If the hands are
Bfivter to be cruel,, the heart must never
vbecold.
In tte
A
enterprising city of Buenos
-Ayres automobile carriages are no
JP^Mitaaoa sight,-in the form both of
-_private vehicle's- and of delivery wa-
Sons. Cycle roads now radiate from
Ayres to a distance of sixty
'?®yfetiiy miles in the surrounding
f-couS&X«-aEd «hder the care of tlia Ar
^pCCjg^ntine Touring club these roads are
-J*-reserved for the' use of bicycles and
W & to
yodng .missionary far in the inle-
^fi'^lorof Cb|i&tfeceiyed for baptism a lit
cihild. The name given was Moo
:Dee, §o ^unusual a. combination that
|:^t&e minister ashed its origin. "I have
heard of your man of God, Moo Dee,"
4 Was the reply. "In our dialect Moo
"Jjjbieaiis love and Dee God. I would have
,Jj||ilhy chijd, too, love God." Mr. Moody
%tS. Vas
nPt
a Chinese, but his name told
tjiat-language the secret of his life.
The manager of an immense business
declares that it costs his house twenty
thousand dollars a year simply to cor
Ipfreci. errors in invoices and other pa
•,"pers—mistakes due to poor writing and
poor English, for-which employes are
responsible. "Some stenographers
5-need but the idea to turn out the per
fect letter," said he, "while others are
f. a means of grace because they try the
'patience." The money lost because bf
ignorance and carelessness in that sin
glo house would pay the salaries of a
considerable body of teachers
IQ
At "a dinner given by a political'club
Sjn York recently a man who is
jr|ui^B: tor- pne who has at
g5KT Gained to such prominence in his pro
fesslon was for, the 'first time in his
,' life set dowa for a response to one of
the toast&c When at last he was called
on, his beardless face-flushed and his
manner'wa3 very embarrassed. Never
theless he stood up and thus delivered
^•"himself: "Gentlemen, before I entered
this room I had an excellent speech
prepared. Only God and myself knew
what I was going to say. Now God
alone-knows." And he sat down.
During the closing, half of the nine
teenth century, Cornwall, which from
anclwt. times had been the world's
greatest source of supply for tin, has
lost that distinction. Even as late as
1859, Cornwall supplied one-half of all
the tin produced, but now the Malay
Peninsula standi at the head, having in
it. 1898 turne out more than 60 per cent
of the world's total production. Th%
sec­
ondary schools whose pupils are sup
posed to learn how to write plainly and
speak correctly.
A situation involving some tension
has arifien out of a conflict of inter
ests Jjetween the live stock companies
and' the frontier settlers. The com
panies wish to continue their occupan
cy, of-the .great, plains of the West as
...Jiattle-rahges, .and are urging -the gov
ernment to lease them to the highest
^bidders. The settlers wish the lands
subdivided for- homes and farms, and
protest that they shall still be he'd
En to individual purchase or
entry under the
^Occupant who makes certain improve*
ments. .The governor of Nebraska in
vites other Western governors to a
conference in the interest of the set
tiers
Details of the sudden eruption from
the central crater of Mount Etna, last
July, are gradually coming to light
through scientific reports. One of the
most striking phenomena of the out
break was the formation of an "erup
tive pine" or "cloud-tree" directly
above the crater. A famous example
of these volcanic smoke-trees is that
which .was. seen .standing over Vesu
vius during the destruction of Pom
peii. But Etna is a far mightier and
loftier volcano than Vesuvius. The
verge of its great crater is nearly 11,
000 feet above5 sea level, and the
"erupjjve pine" last July rose more
than -16,000 feet above the crater. It
was filially blown off'by the wind, hid
ing the sun as it drifted away in an
elongated black cloud.
An era of good feeling has begun
to makelWs appearance among the vari
ous denominations professing Chris
tianity. It Is now not an infrequent
occurrence in any of the large cities to
see priests of the Methodist, Presby
terian, Catholic. Baptist churches, etc.,
in conference discussing reform topics.
But just as this happy state of affairs
begins to show oh the horizon of the
church world, J. Alexander Dowie has
made his appearance at the head of a
sect which threatens to grow into great
proportions under the title of the Zion.
Zion has set its face against all other
denominations and has begun the con
struction of the city of Zion on the
banks of Lake Michigan. The rapid
strides being made by Dowiefsm has
surprised church men generally. The
real secret seems to be in its social and
co-operative features. One of the cor
ner-stones is a bank to which members
may bring their money and check it
out at pleasure. This feature may be
adopted by. other churches.
Dutch Bast Indies stand next, with 19
•per cent, While Cornwall turned only
only about 5,000 tonk, not quite se
$ttc.ceat of the wbpUL
CAMPFIEE SKETCHES.
SOME SHORT STORIES
THE VETERANS.
Treated la the '60's.
FOR
yst:
Hairbreadth Kicipsa on the Battlefield—
An Effectlre Censorship— How Too
Zealoa* War Correspondents Were
Battle Hymn ot the Bepnbltai
(Old Favorite Series.)
[Written by Julia, Ward Howe during
the Civil War sung to tho air of "John
Brown's Body."]
Mine eyes, have seen tlie glory ot the
coming of the Lord,
He Is tramping out the vintage where the
grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His
terrible swift sword
His truth Is marching on.
have seen Him in the watcliflres of a
hundred circling camps
They have builded Mfim an altar in the
evening dews and damns:
I can read His righteous sentence by tlie
a and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel writ In burn
ished rows of steel
"As ye-deal with My contemners, so with
thee My grace shall deal
Let tlie hero born of woman crush tho
serpent with His heel.
Since God- is marching on."
lie lias sounded forth the trumpel that
Hhall never-'call-retreat
He is lifting out tho hearts of men before
His Judgment scat
a
Oh, be swift,. my soul, to answer Him!
be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies .Christ was born
across the sea,
With a glory in His, bosom that transfig
ures you and me:
As lie died to make men holy, lot us die
to make men free,
While God is marching on.
n.ilrbrca(11h IC.srapcs tlio linttlrfiold.
At the battle of Modder liver Sergt.
Penderend was struck by three bullets
in less than as many minutes, and es
caped practically unharmed. "First,"
lie says, "a shot glau'ced off the side of
my boot and struck my rifle just in
front of my face, filling my eyes with
dust and splinters. I rose up a little,
when another shot struck the middle
finger of my left hand. I got on my
knees, Tvhen a bullet struck me fair in
the chest on the buckle of my haver
sack, breaking it through the center
and causing a slight puncture of the
skin and bruising my chest. 1 have
been congratulated on being the-luck
test beggar In my battalion.'" One of
the American soldiers in the trenches
before Manila had a still more aston
ishing escape from sudden extinction.
One bullet grazed the top of his right
ear, a few seconds later another took
a microscopic slice from the lobe of
the left ear, while a third bu'fiet flashed
along the top of hi3 head,.removing the
hair. in a perfectly straight, narrow
line. As the soldier put it in a letter
to his parents, "It was very kind of
them to part my hair so beautifully
for me, and It will save me a lot of
trouble for some time to come." One
of the most remarkable of .recorded
experiences was that of a corporal in
the late frontier campaign In India.
After several hours of fighting, durin
which the bullets had beg,
thickly around.
lati
tillet. On turning Ifl'STieimet
.0
look for the point of erit of
the bullet, he found not one but two
holes, and could only arrive at the
seemingly incredible conclusion that
two separate bullets must have struck
his helmet at exactly the same point,
and made two separate openings for
their exit. Bach bullet in its passage
through the helmet must have gone,
literally, almost within a hair's breadth
of the top of his head. One of the men
wounded at Wynberg had a still nar
rower escape from death. A bullet en
tered one temple and came out at the
other and yet the man has made a
complete recovery and suffers nothing
from the terrible wound beyond an oc
casional headache.
Told By the Orderly.
Tte orderly was telling the story.
"Scared? Why, I was never* so
scared in my life. But I had to sit up
there on that grave and make a bluff
that I wasn't afraid. My feet were so
cold that they would have froze snow
balls. The old man deployed the com-
pany as skirmishers.- The firing was
hot that'they couldn't advance, but laid
down behind a rice dike and kept a
blazin' away until the big guns could
get up and drop a few shells. The old
man fixes the men so they're all right.
Then he goes-and sits down on a grave
on the hiiy just back of the company.
Weli, of course, he couldn't have got
any place where the gugies could have
got a better chance at him. But he
just sets there, cool like, and lights a
cigarette. Well, I'm the hot stuff or
derly with a reputation to sustain. So
I have to put up a big front and sit
down behind him on the same grave
and light a cigarette, too. The bullets
come a-flying around there and dug up
the dirt and went 'pop, pop' overhead,
and say, honest, the orderly was scared
to death. But the old man puffs his
cigarette and he says, 'Orderly,' he
says, 'I guess they are a-shooting at
us.' And the orderly, he says, 'Yessir,'
and you ought to have heard his teeth
a-rattling. Then the old man says,
'Orderly,' and I says, 'Yessir.' 'We
don't care, do we, orderly?' says the
old man, and the orderly .says, -'No,
sir.' He was just\a-holding himself
by the shoulders to keep from getting
up rolling and down the other side of
that hill. 'Orderly, 'says the old man,
there ain't a bullet made could hit you
or me, is there?' 'No, sir,' says the
orderly, and his feet were so cold they
almost froze together. Xh'en the gu
gies fired another volley, and, a bullet
went through the old man's hat and
another one spun past the orderly's
ear. 'Orderly,' says the old man. Say,'
the orderly was so near dead by that
time that he could Just grunt, 'Sir.'
'Orderly,' says the old man, 'they didn't
used to have bullets that couia hit you
or me, but I guess they're a-making a
new kind now. We will get oft our
perch,' and the old man climbed down
from the grave, and you ought to see
the ordeirly roll up and hug that rice
dike. But cold feet? Say, honest, my
feet won't thaw out until next sum
mer."—Chicago Tribune.
4 An ETe tlvfe Cenionhlp.
.i
In contrasting the rigors of the pres
ent press censorship In the Transvaal
with the lax methods pursued during
the rebellion, former jState Senator
Hattnoa W. Brown of Ohio, who lieM
a responsible place on the staff of Gen.
Rawlins during the civil war, related
a few days since the' following inci
dent "One day' before Vlcksburg the
correspondent of a copperhead* paper
went to Gem Rawlins for news. The
general pondered for a moment and
took me one side. 'Take this young
man,' he said, 'up to the top of those
trenches, within a stone's throw of the
enemy. Take him up there and lose
him. I don't care what happens. Un
derstand?' I said I did, and we started
through the lines. Both of us were
mounted. 1 pointed out a crest over
looking the enemy and told him he
could get a good view from that point.
'Ain't you coming with me?' he asked.
'No,' I replied. 'I know all I want to
know.' So he started. As soon as the
top of his hat and the tip of his mule's
ears showed above the crest there came
a volley of musketry 10 yards wide that
cut the air like a knife blade. The
crown of his hat was sliced oft as
with shears he managed to drop to the
ground in safety, but the persevering
mule was literally filled with lead.
After the firing ceased the correspond
ent crawled to the spot where I was.
'Did you learn what you wanted to
know?' I asked. 'Eh?' gasped the
correspondent, wiping his face and
looking at his hands to see whether
they were bloody. 'What I wanted to
knew? Oh, yes, of course. The ene
my are over that ridge all right.'
When we returned to headquarters
Gen. Rawlins saw us and hailed me.
I went inside his tent. 'I thought I
told you to lose that copperhead cor
respondent somewhsre,' he said testily.
'I did the best I could sir,' I answered.
He came back, but I have the honor to
report the mule a total loss.-
Gen* Lnwtcn'H Roiisv-
During the early years of the civil
war a party of young men walked out
of a theater in New York after the per
formance of an. opera then popular,
"Maritana." Standing head and shoul
ders above his companions, Henry W.
Lawton, then a captain of the Thir
teenth Indiana, \yas perhaps the most
conspicuous of the group. He had only
recently been promoted from the first
lieutenancy of the Ninth Indiana, and
lie was on a short furlough to New
York. He gi*ew enthusiastic over the
performance. He had not been able in
Indiana to-see much of opera, and, to
gether with his naturaMiking for mu
sic, the martial spirit of Don Cesar de
Bazan completely won him. The tenor
on that occasion was an excellent one,
and the young captain was taken with
the famous solo beginning:
Yes, let me like a soldier fall
Upon some open field.
At the conclusion of the many en
cores Capt. Lawton turned to his
friends and remarked that the song ex
pressed his sentiments in their entire
ty. As Lawton walked out ot the the
ater he tried to sing the words, but
beyond the first few he could remember
little." When he returned to-hi3 regi
ment he went to the bandmaster and
asked him to get the music and. to
learn the piece upon which his fancy
the regiment. And, during the con
tinuous rise, of Capt. Lawton through
the various grades to that of colonel
of the regiment, he never lost his love
for that bit of song. After the war his
love for the piece continued, until,
among his friends, it became known as
Lawton's song.—St. Louis Globe-Dem
ocrat tpA
The Modern Ituiieb
"The mouern rifle, while it greatly
exceeds in range, accuracy of fire and
general effectiveness its immediate
predecessor," says .a soldier, "is not so
likely to kill at certain rahges as was
the old Springfield. A Mauser or a
Krag drills an exceedingly small and
perfectly clean hole, and there have
been many instances of men being
wounded and remaining unaware of
the fact until long afterward. One
major in the battle that preceded the
capture of Manila was knocked heels
over head in a trench, but immediately
got upon his feet, and, after making a
minute examination of his person,
could find no evidence of a wound.
so''There,
wasn't much time to speculate
just then on the cause of his stumble,
but he was certain that he had not
been knocked over by a shot. That
night, however, when undressing, he
discovered a hole in his trousers be
tween the knee and hip, and close ex
amination revealed a corresponding
one in the rear. He then for the first
time became conscious of a slight stiff
ness in his leg. A surgeon was called
in, and his practiced eye discovered
that a Mauser bullet had gone clean
through the major's leg, but he never
suffered in the slightest degree from
that wound. I only give you that as
an instance of a Mauser wound that
came under my personal observation,
but the medical records of the war
abound in cases of wounds received far
more curious than that."
Beady Tact.
An instance of tact and wit used'in
an excellent cause is given in "War
Memories of a Chaplain." One of my
chaplain friends was on an army
transport going south with officers
and men from various regiments. The
officers wer^'playing cards in the cabin
from morning to night. When Run
day came, the chaplain took a good
supply of reading matter from his-cab
In, and was on hand with it as the
breakfast table was cleared- oft, and
the officers were getting ready to play
cards as usual. Stepping to the head
of the table, he said, good naturedly
"Gentlemen, tracts are trumps today,
and it's my deal." "All right, chap
lain," the officers responded, "give us
a hand." ^The books and papers were
given out. No cards were played thai
d^y. -The chaplain had his opportunity
unhindered, because he showed tact
to his way of presenting his case.
"Klang:," Chinese for River. V:
In a map of,China recently published
by the China inland mission it is point
ed out that it is wrong to speak of the
£'.Y,angtse' Klang river" as Klang me^n^
*hrer.
Tlfaf it Is bard to understand Why
forgetful jraople don't sometimes forget
to be forgetfuL
A, -SS?
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A BRITISH HEROINE.
HER ESCAPADES AMOttO THE
BOERS CAUSES' SURPRISE/
Besieged, Then Escaped, Wu Captured,
"Acted aa a Spy,
Wm
/The
Exchanged and
Finally Found Benelf Hhil Dp In
Uafoklagb
(Special Letter.)
English society is disposed to regard
Lady Sarah Wilson, the handsome and
adventurous daughter ot the house of
Marlborough, as a modern Joan of Arc.
adventures through which Bhe Is
passing in the Boev war are more ex
traordinary than have fallen to the lot
of any woman of rank in the present
century, and place her alongside those
women of the middle ages Who defend
ed cities aad endured the horrors of
war.
She was first besieged, then escaped
was caught after many thrilling adr
ventures acted as a.spy was ordered
to be confined in'a certain town and es
caped from- it, and finally was ex
changed for a Boer officer and returned
to the besieged place from which she
started. At the beginning of the war
LSdy Sarah was .with' her' husband,
Capt. Wordon Wilson, in Mafeldng, the
chief tow.n ih British Bechuanaland,
which lies northwest of the Transvaal.
It was held by Col. Baden-Powell, with
the Fifth Dragoons, about 900 strong.
Capt.-Wilson is an officer of the Horse
Guards, but was out in South Africa
on special service, and had attached
himself to Col. Baden-Powell for the
sake of adventure. Lord Edward
Ceeil, a son of the British prime min
ister, the Marquis of Salisbury, was
there for the same reasons. The re
doubtable Gen. Cronje, who captured
Jameson and his raiders, besieged Ma
feking with 3,000 Boers. Col. Baden
Powell reinforced his little body, -of
regulars by enrolling and drilling all
the able-bodied men in Mafeking. Thus
he gathered a force bf nearly 2,000 men
with which he has made a brilliant de
fense and furnished tho most pic
turesque feature of the war. Lady
Sarah took an active part in the work
of the soldiers, and even accompanied
the armored train that went out of
Mafeking to fight the Boers. After
a month Lady Sarah left Mafeking to
carry the news of the beleaguered gar
rison to the outside, world. She start
ed out to ride over hundreds of miles
of desert and mountains, infested not
only by armed Boers, but by wander
ing bands of bloodthirsty Kaffirs. The
chance of falling into the hands of the
LADY SARAH WILSON.
latter was the most appalling danger
she ran. She may almost consider her
self fortunate that she was captured
by th# Boers.
One morning at Setlagoli, a small
station in British territory, she was
aroused by the report of heavy firing.
Riding to the scene of the trouble she
found that a British armored train had
been wrecked by the Boers. The train
was commanded by Capt. Nesbitt, of
the Mashonaland mounted police, who
was trying to run, through to Mafe
king with ammunition. He and all his
men were killed or captured.
Lady Sarah was seen by the Boers
and taken prisoner. She was placed
in charge of a Boer and sent to Mo
chudl, a Boer center near Mafeking.
While there she established a regular
spy system, by means of which she
supplied Col. Baden-Powell with infor
mation of the utmost value concerning
the Boer plans. By informing him
that the Boers on the southern side
of Mafeking were being drawn away
to the siege of Kiniberley'she enabled
him to make a sortie, in which he
killed thirty Boers and captured 2,500
rounds of ammunition.
Lady Sarah secured the services of
a native runner, who became so devotr
ed to her that he would have risked
death in any form to do her errands.
She used to.,meet him late at night on
the outskirts of her Boer host's farm,
and there give-him messages for the
besieged garrison of Mafeking. He
hid these in, his luxuriant crop of wool
which was bound up with a copper ring
on the top of his head. Ultimately,
the Boer commandant.Snyman, learned
that she had Ji.een sending dispatches
into Mafeking. Up to that time he
had been in some doubt as to how to
treat her. Now he had no more doubt.
He .held her strictly a prisoner, locked
her up and put an armed guard over
her. Then Col: Baden-Powell demand
ed Lady Sarah's release as a non-com
batant. Commander Snyman replied
that she was a spy, and that he was
behaving with leniency when he con
sented to exchange her for an import-^
ant Boer officer,held by the British. He
intimated that he had a perfect right
to shoot Lady Sarah as a spy. The
gallant Col. Baden-Powell .could not
hear the thought of leaving a woman—'
and such a woman—in so distressing
a position. He therefore exchanged
his Boer prisoner for her, and she re
turned to her husband and the garri
son of Mafeking. Lady Sarab is now
livJnjg'in underground quarters in Ma
,feklhg to escape the Boer shells. Re
cently her husband was wounded in
a sortie, and. so she has him to nurse
ln:addltlon to her other occupations.
Lady Sarah Wilson is the tentS^child.
of a former Qiike of Marlborough, and
is-about the eagie. age as: her nephey,
the prjesent d'jlNB.'' She is the youngest
,ir of the litte 'dake-^-who niar^ied
Mi's. HaihmersJey of Ne# Yorfe—and
of the late L^rd Randolph Churchill.
In 1891 she tarried £spt Gordon.
—J
Chesney, an* Australian mlllloiialre.
She is a tall, handsome woman with
an Insatiable fond^est .for outdooi
sports and for foreign travel and ad
venture. smy:-
WHEN ONE IS LOST IN FORES1
Advice of an Experienced Woodsman II
will Be Wise to Follow,
You kiiow how the redskins of old
used to smoke signals? Now, let
every sportsman In Maine or else
where who gets lost in the woods
make a smoke, and the chances are
100 to 1 that the searchers who are
looking for him will find him within
a few hours. Start the smoke on a
bare rock on a side hill. Make a thin
smoke and keep it up. Sit down and
take It easy and vary the program
by gathering fuel for the smudge or
boughs for a windbreak or camp bed,
in the possible chance of having to
He over night. Look for water to
drink. No trouble to find your- way
back to your rock with the smoke to
guide you. Every professional guide
who takes out a party of sportsmen,
should instruct them in these partic
ulars. It will save painful worry,
hunger, starvation: and too frequent
death. To a tyro in woodcraft I would
much prefer making a smoke than an
attempt to study the divides, or even
to follow a stream out." In a country
of limited area, where the streams are
all short and seldom over fifteen miles
from the crown of the divi'de to the
tide water, as in Nova Scotia, the lat
ter would be the best plan—to stick to
the watercourses ami follow the down
stream current. In a wilderness tan
gle a smoke is tha.best, though in a
fiat-area of dense forest it is a hard
chance for a men unsophisticated,
smoke or no smoke. No man should
ever be without matches in a water
proof safe and a serviceable jaclcknife
in his pocket. And above all things,
study the lay of the land before you
start out and see in which direction the
hills and valleys run. Getting lost
should he Impossible when nature
makes all her paths so plain, at least
it seems,, so to me. at these presents.
But then I have had fifty "odd years of
experience in all regions and latitudes.
As a rule, a bewildered man, when he
finds'himself lost,, has not traveled far
from his starting point. Distances
seem vastly greater in a strange woods
than they do on a turnpike. Indeed, a
man cannot travel fast and far
through an undergrowth. So the logic
of the situation is to stand still, hal
loo often, fire both barrels of -your
gun, and, finally, make a smoke in a
safe place, if you cannot find a sight
ly one as well and if you keep the
blaze covered with moss, punk, and
green boughs it will not ruii, and it
will give one employment to fill up
anxious time.—Forest and Stream.
,AFTER,A BRITISH DEFEAT.'S
A Correspondent's Graphic Description
of a Retreat.
A correspondent writing of the Brit
ish rptiat from Stormberg, wlier&-*ifeu
vXicacre met with a serious defeat, thus
describes the affair:
"Alter our repulse at Stormberg we
had th^humiliating experience of be-
miles to Molteno, retreating as fast as
we could in small groups, sometimes
crouching against the right side of the
road—the Boers being on our left flank
—sometimes making bur way into the
cornfields, or along the interminable
veldt, or now and again falling prone
on the ground as a shell came hissing
overhead, waiting with breathless sus
pense until we heard its dull thud as it
struck the ground then, with an ex
clamation of thankfulness, as we found
the uncanny thing did not burst, up
and off again, ravenously hungry and
utterly fatigued as we were, harassed
and hurried by the Boers, who accom
panied us for a distance of eight miles
with the attentions of their. artillery.
At last, wnen the major portion of our
force, which had left the night before
so full of promise and so* brimful of
eagerness, had straggled into Molteno,
about 11 o'clock, and when we all gen
erally found our feet again, we formed
up and got into line for the roll call.
When name after name was called
when silence—dead silence—was the
only answer when 366 men of the
sturdy Northumberlands were missing-,
and when some 294 of our gallant Irish
comrades failed to give response, then
the grim reality of the disaster came
home to us, and we silently thanked
God that we were safe, and thought
very sadly, of the comrades, dead,
wounded and missing, left behind in
the terrible trap at Stormberg from
which we had just escaped." v'.!-
Good and healthy girls are almost
always cheerful. No novelist would
consider, his youthful heroine complete
if a "ringing laugh" were omitted from
the list of her charms and in real
life the girls who do not laugh now
and then are seldom liked by their
companions. Even beauty will not
save them. A belle who fails to un
dierstand the jest of her admirers and
smiles in amiable bewilderment while
other peoplei are laughing Is soon left
with no consolation save to wonder
what anybody can see in her rival—a
girl with "^ip-tllted" nose, perhaps,
and a large mouth, and freckles, but
the happy possessor of a_pair of merry
eyes and a cheerful mind. The gift of
gayety is, indeed, of great value but
it taust be gayety which originates in
a kind and cheery heart,not that which
is born of mere excitement or gratified
vanity.
oid Sumptuary Um,
A statute of Edward III. of England,,
which ordained that no man of .what
soever condition or estateJ: should be
served at dinner or sujpper'with more
than two courses, or more tban two
kinds of food in each course, except on
some, great hp^ida^s specified, when
migh| be served with three, vrqs only
repealed in 1856. It had, fadwever,
been obsolete forn great number of
years^and waa probably not enforced
after the ppwlnj^df a statute df James
I., in 4^01, 'which repealed the*, other,
laws, estralnihg the expenditure of
private individuals in matter/ of dress,
etc.
JJUCIL
One
as the
HISTORY US a 102AKT
"Yes, I hare always said that the
dear women could get -the best of us
every time," he .continued, "un
less—»
"Unless what?"'
s"
"Well, unless they themselves fall In
love in TeaJ .earnest."
"Then what?"
"Then we men win the game. A
woman In love is never a very wise
woman. You know there are two kinds
of women who fair desperately in love.
The cool, calculating, unscrupulous,
woman, who stops at nothing to secure
her wish shis is usually discovered In
some of her underhanded schemes, and
thus foiled. Then there Is the quiet,
unfeelfish woman who loves deeply,
truly, sincerely, but' silently, often se
cretly, because jshe believes she Is in
kthls
way furthering the happiness of
the one she loves. The world calls her
cold, unfeeling, because the world
judges superficially."
"Why, doctor! One would think you
had studied the human heart exclu
sively. I thought,you were decidedly
not a ladies' man. But pardon me. I—I
believe you, too, have some sort of a
love history, haven't you?"r
"Oh, yes, most men do."
"Was she—do men usually lose' their
hearts to the beauties?"
"Yes, and no. The young men ot a
certain type are often carried away by
a pretty face. Seeing you are conva
lescent, I'll tell you a bit of my own
experience, if you care to listen."
"Oh, yes, doctor, please'do. That will
be pleasanter to take than your medi
cine, and may do as much good.1"
"I feel like 'talking of the past to
night. It's a weakness men sometimes
show. Well, you have possibly heard
that when a young man I fell'In love,
or supposed I did. With a bright, hand
some girl. The love seemed returned
and the, match in every way suitable.
So were soon married. The result
•vas Lsastrous. We had nothing In
-inirnon. Could not agree. Both were
gii strung, and things-went from bad
.0
which prohibited
a|l wfcp ^id no|/eiijoy a free testate of
MOO if-yeaf froii bearing fur- skins,
or silk, and confined the use of foreign
cloth to the royiai f^pillyralaiJt.
worse. At last we agreed—which
we seldom did—to brave the opinion of
a careless world and live in p£ace sep
arately. We were both anjcjous for
the separation. But neither asked for
a divorce. Each felt, I think, that one
matrimoniaradventure of our kind was
N
mm//lip­
enough. I do not know who was the
most to blame. God knows, I'm will
ing to take my full share.
"Time passed on. You know the
world soon forgets such things or over
looks them, especially In a professional
man with an assured position.
"In my practipe and In society I met
many women—pretty, handsome, fasci
nating and all that, but I never
thought of falling In love with any of
them. Possibly I was on my guard."
"Or, perhaps, doctor', you did not feel
at liberty to fall In love.".
"Bosh! Few men are good enough
to question liberty when* strongly in
clined to make love or be loved
"Doctor," warnlngly, "you do not
mean what you say."
"Yes I do. You yet judge the world
Ideally. There's a lot of talk about
men's unselfishness and nobleness of
purpose. Well,' In the abstract It's all
right. We mean to do right. We often
think right, but I tell you,few men re
main perfectly unselfish when It comes
to dealing with a weak woman, whom
he loves but should not. Not often does
he sacrifice himself and show her the
stern pa£h of duty. It does happen, of
course, but not one-half so often a3
women lead men toward the straight
and narrow way. Every day we find
women uplifting and helping some
poor devil through his trouble, even
though she knows she must thus lose
him forever."
"I'm not able to argue the matter
with you now, but how did your case
turn out? The grand finale, doctor.
Proceed."
"One morning I was called to see a
patient, a widow, they told me, who
had to teach for a living. She was an
insignificant little person, dressed in
black, and suffering acutely from a
neuralgic attack. She anxiously In
quirea if it would keep her from her
work long, and I remember she had a
very sweet voice, and I felt a pity that
one so frail should have to battle with
the world all alone."
"And pity's akin to.love!"
"Don'Uinterrupt my story. I called
the next day and found her much im
proved, but plainer in looks' than the
previous evening. I was called to' the
house again several times profession
ally, and I grew to like he? quiet ways
and to hear, her talk. But as far as
being seriously affected, that never en
tered my head. I felt perfeotly safe.
Ah, there's where men make mistak.es!
They will laugh and enjoy themselves
in the company of the popular beapty
or the fascinating coquette, but they
are always on the watch, so to speak,
apd leave it to some young, 4nexperl
ettced fool .-fq get singed because" he
ddesn't knofr the world well enough to
keefct at a raBpeptful distance -from the
alluring flame.The. man of the woirld
wi|l pass through the*galaxy of wit and
beauty Vithoiit a scar only to fall
hopelessly in love with so&e^insignifK
cant person who cannot boast of good
lob£s or .^rlt It's tier way, Jier man*
nM' and' she 'liecQnies a v®ry partrof
his life ere hgjls hhif aw*re of it He
does not realise to wfcat extent he is
jSte.Mm a*
.':' j\. -:r«
enslaved until ha attempts to break th«|,,
chain. But she iisuaUy breaks it tot0
him. Duty is stronger than love wltkff
such women." v,*S
"Oh, doctor, you are moralising
hgain. What about your case?"
"Well, I called there rionprofes*lo»«£§"
ally afterward She never seemed
realize I liked tier or It was her I waa^s
Interested in. We were'seldom alon*,^
but one night, O ye gods how TraU-l§|
remember. It all. She was looking
sweet, Jwt fragile and tired.- Well,
just couldn't keep still any longer. .So|
I told her my life, told her all, and|
asked her to let me love and take can^,
of her tiuring the rest of my life."
"And what did she answer?" .-sm
"I hate to think ot it even now, but,/®
she said, 'Your former wife may stlllf"
love you. If so, and should you noi
sue for a divorce, think what paln'^llpfSlS
what suffering for her/ No, no. can^S^*:®
not win my happiness through the suf*j^ii
fering of another.' I argued, pleadiei^^^
with her. Told her the theoiy was
wrong. She supposed love where' lovtfwSfa
was dead."
"Ah, I know women's hearts. •bettogSSSffllijil
than men do*, even though they bo'-'iiflic^p*
tors," she said. "Separation does no|||p|
always cause Indifference." jamfe
"She remained firm. But snpn6se.J^m^[^w4
pleaded as a-last resort, suppose she^^^
my former wife, first asks for this legslMsL'
separation. What,then?" 'v
'Well, time will tell. Butt-promise
me you will make no first move, but v|j
remain absolutely passive in ttilS matjpii:•••_
tpv Vnn will r^/^TVl loo?'
ter. You will promise?
"I promised, of course, would have
promised to go to Africa and'become a
cannibal, I suppose, had she asked it.
And then, finale?"
"No, not yet."—Chicago Tribune.
FAMOUS RAT-HUNTER§.
Unusual Sport Pnrxucd by Native* of
if the rats were plentiful three or iou*
games were generally played.
Queer Name# for Chlldi-«B
'11
raelflo Inlands. "4^,"
The native rat has a great enemyi
When brought into competition with
the common brown rat of Europe, in
troduced by ships throughout the
world, it usually disappears—an ex
ample of the evils of the Influx of
aliens, says Chambers'^Journal. The
depredations of the latter are such
that in Funafuti the Indigenous breed
has been driven from the village and
indeed, almost exterminated upon the
main islet by the foreign rat In many
of the islands it has been completely
rooted out. Even more deadly on
slaught has been carried on against It
by the domestic cats, which, orginally
brought over by missionaries and after
ward migrating to the bush, have
proved of service in destroying the
rats. In the old days, when un
checked, rats literally overran most of
the islands of the Pacific. The native^
shoot the rats for sport. Fanna goomij
or rat shooting, as practiced on Hoonga''^
in the Tonga group, apparently was
an amusement reserved for chiefs, and
was undertaken with much ceremony,
Attracted by bait previously distri
buted, the rats were shot with formid
able unfqathered, arrows six- feet long.1.
The game was not an individual but a
.affair, the side first killing ten
Thousands of people go through -llf
cherishing a "grudge" againit their,
parents for giving them absurd or-in
congruous names. The London Cbron
icle has collected several- instances
where-there seems to be ground for a
legitimate grievance. It Is ilttlQ won
der that a demure and pretty-girl lp
a north London suburb feels resentful
when she has to answer to the name
of Busybody, given to her in honor-of
the winner of a race, fifteen-- «sat0.Jagql
and among the names registered at So-?*",
merset House in 1898 are Airs and
Graces and Nun Nicer, which are in
nocently borne by two little girls who
may find them embarrassing fifteea
years hence. The appalling name of
Wellington Wolseley Roberts is borne
by a young man who, in disposition
and appearance, is anything but mill
tant, and as little likely to win fame on' &
the battlefield as his predecessors,,
Arthur Wellesley Wellington Wat-/
erloo Cox and Napoleon the
Great Eagar. Even these names,"
inappropriate as tfiey may be,'
are to be preferred to. Roger the
Ass, Anna Domini Davles and! Boadi-^.y
cea Basher. To parents of large fami»*-,4
lies the advent of another child is not
always welcome, but it is scarcely kind
to make the unexpected child bear a
token of disapproval. It must be rath
er terrible, to go through life, for ex-"*'-:
ample, as Not Wanted James, What
Another, Only Fancy William Brown,
or even as Last of 'Em Harper, or Still
Another Hewitt. And yet these are
all names which the foolish caprice
of parents has imposed on Innocent
children.
Maternal Blunders.
Women there are who are like the
old Bourbons, of whom it was aptly
said they never learned anything, and
never forgot anything. The mother
who has not advanced an-lnch beyond
the level reached In nursery managefcj!
ment by her mother and her grand
mother is distinctly and hopelessly^ nj
conservative person, and b'ookB will do"
her little good. She will go #1 dress-i
ing her wee baby in closely fitting
bands, and In garments which are too -",
long, and too heaVy she will nurse him
wh'en she pleases,"and not according to fs
the clock, and far too soon she will
burden his immature stomach with.
food difficult of, dig^tlon and impost
sible of assimilation. It is pitlQil- to^f
reflect on the sum of infantile pals
and suffering which has been needless*! of
ly borne by the small morsel of hu-:"^
manity whom Ignorant and. untrained 7
though loving mothers have nursed in'
unhygienic ways, and one's heart aches
at the thought of the small graves^
which have scarred the turf and been
watered ,by mothers1 tears wit bout ne^'
ctssslty. Divine Providence has been
Arraigned often unfairly, "when th6
real fault' was due to maternal blunder*
ing. V' :'. ..s ''.vr-" HgHj
r-v
A
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ot
ftlanfle.
iifli
Between Madagascar and ihe coast
India thei-e- are about 16,000 lafenda pf"
•only 600 of which -kre inhabited,
mostvof which are ^cftpabie of suppor&^f
-:ias popBlatlon.
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