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VOLUME 11. POLLY AND MAN By HELEN ROWLAND it ever occur to you,” said Polly. JL/ regarding me from the divan, ‘‘that you cannot catch a cat —or a man, either —by running after him?” I stood in the middle of Polly’s den, nursing a scratched linger. Under Ihe divan crouched the big gray Maltese, glaring at me vindictively and glory ing in the perfect consciousness that ho had just slipped through my fingers, dodged between my legs and left mo bleeding with resentment. “I thought,” I remarked, slowly bind ing up the wound with my handkerchief, “that in this strenuous age it was the only way.” ‘’Only—what?” Polly held the sofa pillow she had been about to tuck under her head poised in mid-air. Polly dropped the pillow and sat up perfectly straight. “Could what, Mr. Heavyfeather?” she inquired icily, “Catch a cat —or —er.” I hesitated. “Well?” It was like the gentle, im mutable falling of the thermometer. “Or —er,” I began weakly. “Go on!” said Polly. “Or a car,” I finished adroitly. “Oh!” Polly picked up the scarlet sofa pillow and settled herself back in its folds like the heart of a rose in its petals “I thought you were going to say ‘a man,’ ” she said sweetly. “Asa matter of fact,” she went on. "to want to be chased and caught i* a purely feminine desire. Now', Tom.” indicating the cat with a nod of her head, “is entirely mas culine.” “His claws,” I remarked, rubbing the back of my hand, “are feminine. The kind they use at the women's clubs, you know.” “Feminine claws,” said Polly, “gener ally scratch you in the back. Tom, as you observe, always strikes right at your lace. Besides, his brutality in wounding the hand that attempts to caress him is exactly like and man’s’ The girl who is a little too fond, or a little too ten der. or a little too cordial, is the one who always palls on the man first and receives the rudest snubs. The wife who is too caressing cheapens her caresses and is the first one to find herself neglected. To chase a man is to frighten him, as you frighten the cat, and to send him running to the uttermost parts of the earth, as Tom runs to the uttermost parts of the backyard when he is bored with our attentions. If a cat or a man wishes to know you, he will make his own advances. He doesn’t need encour agement. It is his prerogative to seek the introduction, not yours. Personally, you have completely lost your prestige with Tom,” and Polly sent a worsted ball rolling toward the Maltese, who sat quietly cleaning his paws on a rug in front of the fireplace. “I wish,” I said, wistfully, “that I had a bone to fling at him,” “What for?” said Polly. “Because,” I said, moodily, “if he is like a man, the way to his heart must be through his stomach.” "Pooh!” said Polly. “That is an old fallacy. Did any girl ever fascinate you by inviting you to pink teas or mak ing you welch rabbits? You can get a good cook for four dollars a week, and Tom can get all the bones he wants right out in the kitchen,” and Polly picked up an end of the string from the worsted ball and began pulling it gently toward her. “Besides,” she went on. “flinging a bone at a cat is like flinging a girl at a man. It doesn’t fascinate him* It frightens him, Tom wdll dodge a bene just as you dodged the auburn-haired Downing girl—” “I didn’t,” said I. “You liked her until she began mak ing you sofa pillows,” asserted Polly. “I like her now,” I declared. “You used to call there every night until you found that she was always waiting for you in the draw'ing-room.” “I would call there every night now <Polly looked up quickly) if 1 hadn’t met —” “And you thought you were going to marry her,” went on Polly, “until you discovered that she thought so, too.” “I would—” I began. Polly almost jerked the ball of worsted from under the nose of the cat. “I would like to know what you are pulling that string for.” Polly had recovered her equanimity, and was slowly winding the ball of worsted toward her. The cat was watch ing it, coyly, but fascinated. “He won’t run after it,” said Polly, •‘if it is too easy to reach.” “Oh, I see,” I remarked. “He feels about it as a fellow does when he knows a girl is sitting up in the drawing-room waiting for him.” STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1904. , “Yes; or when she visits his sister, or drops in at his office for a chat, or asks him to go driving In her trap, or makes sofa pillows, or —” “Or, in fact, baits her hook and doesn't hide it.” “Exactly.” said Polly, “that’s why I often’do this.” “Do what?” “Draw the string the other way.” said Polly, as she watched the cat chasing the bright-colored worsted ball. “Per haps you have noticed it.” “I haven’t,” I observed, coldly. “And yet,” said Polly, gazing dream ily at the cat, “you have been whole hours and hours getting a kiss, and whole weeks waiting to know whether or not I was going to accept your invi tation, and a whole year doubting —” “And all the time, Polly Lee.” said I, putting down my cigarette and gazing at her reproachfully, “you had your mind made up!” “Yes.” said Polly, smiling at the ex cited cat through half-closed lids, “but a lady’s favors are like the worsted ball —only valuable when hard to get.” “Nonsense!” said I, “I once knew a girl who hid her light under a bushel, and now* she’s 40, and is still paying her own gas bill.” Polly looked at me through drooping lashes. “I didn’t hide the worsted ball under the sofa pillow.” she said, softly. “It isn’t necessary to wear brown crash skirts instead of chiffon ruffles, nor common-sense heels instead of French ones, nor to forget to curl your hair or pow’der your nose in order to prove your indifference to a man. It isn’t the kind of indifference that makes a woman yawn in a man’s face that fascinates him. but the kind which takes her out occasionally on the evenings when she knows he will call; the kind that is born of an interest in something or some body else beside the man; the kind that never discourages him. but always keeps him doubting; the kind that the fisher man practices when he baits his hook and then lets the line hang limply and apparently unnoticed at his side; the kind—” > “Look out. Polly?” I exclaimed, as the playful kitten crouched for a spring. “I was perfectly prepared,” said she. as he landed full tilt in the very midst of a sea of chiffon ruffles. “Dear old fel low! How he loves ruffles!” “That’s masculine, at any rate,” said I. “And sugar,” said Polly, picking a vi olet bonbon out of the box I had brought, and feeding it to the brute. “Maybe he’d like a green one, too,” said I, fishing out a pistachio cream. “No, no! ” cried Polly. “Not any more. He has had quite enough.” “Why?” said I. “He’s got nine lives.” “But only one stomach,” said Polly. “Besides,'like everything else mascu line, he is more difficult to hold than to catch. Now, if I should feed him too much sugar—” “Or rub his fur the wrong way,” I broke in. “Or hold him too tight.” “Or nag him.” “Why, he’d simply‘go scudding off up stairs to Aunt Agatha.” “Asa fellow goes scudding off to — more attractive ruffles,” I agreed. “Naughty Tommy,” said Polly, shak ing her finger at the cat, who was sniff ing wistfully at the candy box, “w’hy won’t you be satisfied? One is enough for you.” “One would be enough for me,” I said, softly getting up from the armchair and going over to the divan; “just one.” “Sh!” said Polly. “Go away. You’re frightening him.” “And I wouldn’t beg for any more,” I pleaded, sitting down as near Polly as the cat would permit me. “Don’t!” exclaimed Polly, “you mustn’t.” I reached over and smoothed the cat. “Never mind, old fellow’.” said I; “she’s only pulling the ball of worsted aw’ay from us.” “Mr. Heavyfeather!” “And she’ll give us both the sugar— after awhile.” “Mr. Heavyfeather, will you kindly go away while I have this cat in my lap?” “And if I do,” said I, “when he gets tired of you, can I —” “Yes,” said Polly. “Now go!” “M-e-o-w!” yelled the cat, springing to the floor. I caught Polly and the scarlet pillow in a bundle. “But,” said Polly, five minutes later, as she straightened out the sofa pillow and smoothed the crumpled chiffon ruffles, “I would like to know what made that ungrateful cat run away.” “Perhaps,” said I, reaching for my hat, “you gave him too much sugar.” • “What? One lump?” said Polly, scornfully. “Or perhaps you rubbed his fur the wrong way.” “Never!” said Polly, with perfect as surance. “Then perhaps,” said 1, opening the front door and stepping out upon the pi azza, “I pulled his tail.” —Washington Post. STOVE IN HIS POCKET. /- Chinese Ward Off Winter’s Ki&ora Uj Carrying: Hand Faroares When Mercury In Low. The contented smile of the “heather, Chinee” may be partially accounted for by their indifference to the coldness ol the winter months. For in the north of China, says the New York Herald, they care not whether they be indoors or out; they always have a stove with them in the shape of a hand furnace. Instead of the fire being placed in the house it is carried about the person, be neath the thickly padded cotton gar ments or in the hand; at times it is placed beneath the chair on which the celestial is seated. The discovery of this unique method of avoiding win ter’s rigors was made by a traveler in Fu-kien province, whose attention was attracted to the universal and peculiar deformities of the inhabitants. Strange swellings projected in the most unac countable places on the anatomy of the villagers. Speculations were set at by an old gentleman, who removed his coat and disclosed a small copper fur nace secured around his waist by a band and neatly covered with basket work. This artificial mode of w’arming the body is only resorted to in time of extreme cold, as on ordinary occasions the people deem their thick clothing a sufficient protection during winter. ALGERNON SMITHERS, Alglc Smithers came a-courting. Game a-courting Kittx Gray; Algie Smlthers, slow and steady. Came a-courting many a day. Many a day she used to wonder What was Algie’s last intent. But by none of her devices Could she learn what Algie meant. Not a word of marriage said he. Never tried to hold her hand; And when she made her coy advances, Didn't seem to understand. Still ho kept a-courting Kiuy In his own peculiar style; Hud a lit if Kitty ever Gave another man a smile. Once he took her on the river. And somewhere along its banks Caught a turtle which ho gave her— She received the same with thunks. Horn;- she took the turtle with her. And she named it Algi*—Oh. How her friends all laughed with Kitty, And at Algie, don't you know. Algie listened to the laughing Listened long before tie spoke; Then he asked them, quite indignant: “Say! I say now, what’s the Jdke?” —William J. Lampton, in N. Y. Sun. FACTORY RUN BY WIND. Air Motor* Supply Power to Twi Plant* In Germany for Generating Electricity for Liglitli^g. For more than two years two small factories, one near Leipsic, the other near Hamburg, have been driven suc cessfully by windmills, which are also used as a means of generating elec tricity for lighting purposes, says the Elektrotechnischer Anzeiger. The windmills have a diameter of about 15 feet and are mounted on the roof of the works. To insure reliability, the wind wheel itself has no moving parts, the speed regulation being obtained by turning the windmill so as to vary the angle under which the wind impinges upon the sails, which are built of steel sheets. This is performed by a small auxiliary wind motor, and is said to be done so quickly and accurately that the voltage of the dynamo remains practically constant throughout the range of or dinary wind pressures. An automatic switch cuts out the bat tery connected in parallel with the dy namo as soon as the wind falls below a certain point. Fad* of n Princes*. Princess Clementine is a collector of picture postcards, and during her va rious journeys with her father. King Leopold, she has pursued her hobby with such energy and diligence that she possesses one of the best collec tions of the kind in Europe. Her royal highness now proposes to collect post age stamps, and it is reported that sh© has commissioned a Belgian courtier who is an expert philatelist to pur chase for her the best collectten tfcat can be had for money. Positively Brutal. “I wish I were a book,” remarked the neglected wife of the learned professor, “then perhaps you w r ould pay some at tention to me.” “Ah!” exclaimed the professor, “II you were only an almai ac I could ex change you every yeai.”—Cincinnati Enquirer. The United States the World's Educator By SIMON W. HANAUER, United States Deputy Consul-General at Frankfurt, Germany. “ aaasßKs3 |C)T ONLY in political and international law, but in the realms TVT I of science, mechanics, economics, and business methods, the [ United States is becoming 1 the high school for the other jBSSBjnj nations of the world. lIgPIS . This is shown by the numerous agricultural and com mcrcial commissions, experts in manufacturing, students of political economy, scientists, ministers of state and chiefs of governmental bureaus, managers of industrial concerns, banks, etc.-—all from the highly cultured European coun tries —visiting the United States for the sole purpose of studying American working methods. With far-seeing men in Europe it has become a matter of firm belief that it is strictly essential to study American ways, means, and methods before the education of higher craftsmen or managers of industrial or public works, etc., can be called complete. The statements which Mr. Goldbergcr. Dr. Salamansohn, and other chiefs of great German financial institutions; Wilhelm von Polenz, the author; Minister of State von Rheinbaben and his accompanying coun selors and experts, have made, and which were published by the press and discussed at meetings of economic bodies in Germany, caused deep interest in that country and in all industrial circles of Europe. Asa result numerous visits from other experts, bankers, managers, and scien tists are to follow*, all with the same aim: “To study the United States; to see how the Americans do it.*' Three of the most prominent men of German finance and mechani cal science arc now proceeding to the United States for this purpose. They are Director Dernburg, of the Bank of Commerce and Industries; Director Winterfeld. of the Berlin Commercial company; and Privy Councilor von Rathenau. The two first named represent great banking and promoting institutions, and Air, Rathenau is director-general of the greatest electrical works in Germany. o ORIENTAL SCHOOL LIFE. The Children Find It Something Dif ferent from a Holiday Season. The beginning of school days is a crit ical period in the life of a boy or girl in oriental countries. In the first place, the priest or astrologer must be consulted to choose a lucky day. Every precaution must be taken to avert the jealousy of the gods, whose malice is especially directed against a fine boy. The Chinese father, who adores his son. will take the utmost pains to con vince the powers of the air that the boy is of no account. The child may be giv en a despicable name, like flea, or Chu tze, a pig, or, more insulting still, he may be given a girl’s name. The boy may be started off to school wearing a girl’s dress and one earring and if the deception is complete this will be the most effectual of all, for even the gods do not care for girls in China. The Japanese schoolboy wears hang ing from his belt a little red bag, con taining a brass tag, with his name and his parents’ name and address upon it. He must have his paper umbrella and his fan, and in a gay bag upon his arm is a jar of rice for his luncheon. This quaint little fellow has probably made his offering at his own private shrine to Tenjinsen, the god of penmanship. When the Hindoo boy has found an auspicious day to begin school he is taken to the god of learning, Sarasvati. Here the little supplicant presents his offerings of rice and betelnuts and re peats the letters of the alphabet after the priest. Thus is he entered into the ways of knowledge in the very presence of the god. For W inter V*e, In Cashmere they have a novel method of putting fodder up for win ter use. The country lies in a valley among the Himalayas. The chief in dustry of the people consists in raising fine w’ool, and in making this into fab rics which have carried the name of the country all over the. world. As in winter snow lies some five or six yards deep, supplies of hay are hung among the branches of trees, where they are easily reached by the flocks of sheep. Larse Clock. What is claimed to be one of thfe largest clocks in the world has been placed in anew tower at Elizabeth, N. J. It is 38 feet in diameter, with 18-foot hands. The tower, w’hich is 330 feet high, was built expressly for the clock, which will be illuminated at night and will be visible for many miles around. Made Him Anxiou*. Cholly—l see they’ve organized anew tailors’ trust. Reggie (excitedly)—Where? Where? My own tailor has quit trusting.—San Francisco Bulletin. NUMBER 51. SONGS OF THE OJIBWAS. The One Iteantiful Type of Folk-Son K \\ holly luitij|criioa to This Continent. * * In an interesting article on Indian music in the Southern Workman, Fred erick R. Burton writes as follows of the songs of the Ojibwas: “Composition of melody does not re quire education. Writing it is quite another matter, but for ages the learn ed composers have recognized that the most potent melody is that which orig inates with simple people. When the songs of a nation are expressed in peri odic form, it follows that the people, musically considered, have taken a long stride out of savagery- Applying these observations to the music of opr North American Indian, I find that in all tribes, except the Ojibwa, there is only a crude manifestation of form. - A reaching out for it is clear enough in some instances, and more rarely there is semblance of a period, but in the lat ter instances it is attained through a monotonous repetition of a single phrase. In the songs of the Ojibwas there seldom occurs one that is not couched in a well defined period, and this is the chief technical or structural difference that distinguishes the music of this tribe from that of others. The form of the Ojibwa song is usually per fect, and that is why the layman would naturally refer to it as a tune. “Unhappily the Ojibwas are inclined as they come in contact with civiliza tion. to neglect their own songs, using in preference the songs of the paleface. This is regrettable m every way; they are losing one of the finest distinctive features of their ancient life, and we are in danger of losing the one beau tiful type of folk-songs which is wholly indigenous to this continent.” . Endurance of Man.- No other creature on earth can un dergo such tremendous fatigue over long periods as man. In speed over short distances there are, of course, dozens of animals —such as the horse, dog and hare —with which man cannot compete. But in long distance races man, well trained, can wear down the best of them. A Character Study. “Brilliant and impulsive people,” said a lecturer on physiognomy, “have black eyes, or if they don’t have them they are apt to get them, if they’re too im pulsive.” —Tit-Bits. Sounds Reasonable. She —Why do you suppose a -woman always likes to talk about her ancestors? He —Because they can’t talk back, 1 suppose. —Yonkers Statesman, A Good Caterer. Content is a good caterer, and can make the humblest meal a banquet.—Chicago Journal,