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Now let all unite to show Europe the evidences of America's tremendous industrial achievements. Consul Gowey at Y'okohama says there has been an astonishing increase in tho imports of American Hour into Japan. In 1892 the total import of flour was 1002 pounds, but in 1890 the business had swelled to a total ot 82,009,000 pounds. During 1897 the quantity of imports slightly fell off, but the value increased $80,183, as compared with tho preceding year. We call ourselves a big people, and we are in many respects, as for exam ple, in the matter of size of our iron mills. Some American furnaces pro duce from 2500 to 4000 tons of pig iron every week, while the average weekly output in England is from 500 to 700 tons. This fact explains in part the ability of American iron manufacturers t) successfully com pete with English manufacturers. On tho island of Sardinia brigand age is apparently a more protitable pursuit than literature. Perhaps the same is true elsewhere. However, in the case of Italy's little island the death of Sal is Giovanni Corbadu,poet, novelist, historian and brigand proves it. Now that he is deal.it appears that robbery furnished him a living, while the composition of un salable verses diverted his leisure hours. His productions are now be ing published. Pending the construction of tha "Capo to Cairo" railroad in Africa it is to be observed that thero is at the present moment a highway open for travel over that very route, partly ou lakes and rivers by steamer, and part ly on land by railroad and wagon. It follows the Nile, the great lakes, and the grand trek through Matabelelaud and Mashonaland. The distance from Cape Town to Cairo is about 0250 miles.au 1 it maybe traversed in safety and comfort in eighty-five days. The science of forestry aims to pre serve the tree-covered surface of the earth, by cutting according to rules, which will insure a new tree for every old one removed. This it accom plishes and more. It clears out growths hurtful to those trees that have economical value. It discrimi- i nates between tho more or less valua ble timbers. It ascertains what kind of trees thrive best in pniti mlnr soils and climates. It devises tho means to destroy hurtful insects, and to pro vent forest tires, and to preserve game and fish. It concerns itself with road making and the improvement of water courses to bring out timber at th smallest expense. In short, it pro ceeds upon the theory that forest cul ture is a business, a matter of dollars and cents on a large scale, extending not mere'y over a lifetime, but over the duration of the world. It is a sublime thought that when we take steps to preserve the forest wo are conferring benefit beings to ail time. A Hound Defeat.* a Wolf. A cowherd, Mike Sullivan, was at tacked by a large wolf at Prospect Lake, Col., recently while attending his cattle. Ho flourished his club, but the beast snarled and refused to retreat. Matters were getting serious for U*e man when a Russian wolfhound appeared and a fierce fight followed. The hound was shaker off and the wolf escaped into the lake, but re turned to shore soon, as the water was quite cold. Tho fight between the wolf and bound was renowed. This time the latter fastened on to his an tagonist's neck, and held it until a few well-directed blows from a clab ended the struggle—New York Times. HOSANNA _AND HUZZAH. Ere over the prurs aro silenced; Ere ever the mandate, Peace! Shall fall on tho raging nations, Shall bid all their warfare cease; Ere ever the lamb in slumber Lies safe 'neath tho lion's paw. Wo will cry to the East: Hosanna! Wo will call to the West: Huzzah! A hymn to the Qod of Battles, Who glveth the conq'rlng sword, Who harks to tho cry for justice, Who beads for the weak one's word; A hymn for the grandest triumph E'or given tho world to cheer We will lift that the East may hnrken, We will sing that the West may hear. 83 PRETTIEST ROMANCE 1 iOF ALL THE WAR. P By ADA PATTERSON. [Tho most dramatic romance of tho war with Bpaln Is that of young Lieutenant Luko w. Torrill, of Louisville, Ky., and Souorita Maxia Antonius, of Barcelona, Spain. Its situations are as marvelous as thoso of unv melodrama, its motives as , tender as those of uny idyl ever written. It Is a story of battleaiid doath and mourn- ; lug and love. Its recital Is a bit of descrip tive music In which can bo heard, first, the reveille, then a death cry, the mourning volco of a woman, a song of love and the chime of marriage bells. A Kontucky llou teuant and a Spanish captain nnd tho girl who was the daughter of one and will bo brldo of the other, aro tho three chief figures In tho romance.] I. "roc HAVE DEEN A GENEROUS FOE.*' implore you 'M to keep the coat. bloodstains W/ and its bullet Isl kolcs will re !( mind you of a L L I Spaniard's death wound and his I thanks 'K\ lij ' 4 America no, Efjfml " ' " come. Kiss me, my friend. Adiosl" A big, honest-eyed Kcntuckian stooped above a dying Spaniard, Ho touched tho paling, bearded lips with his and found that tho darkness and the cold had indeed como. A girl who had boen holding tho hand of tho Spanish captain, Jesu An tonius, in hers felt tha fingere stiffen and grow chill. She pressed her olive cheek close to his black-bearded one. Again she felt tho chill. Weep ing besido him there, it was ea3y to i note tho resemblance of her delicate profile to his harsher one, and to know that Captain Jesu Antonius, dead, and Maxia Antonius, mourning, were father and daughter. Lieutenant Luke Terrill himself led the weeping girl away from tho stark, soldierly iiguro ou tho hacienda ver anda. A wrinkled, yellow duenna met him at tho door and snatched the girl's hand from his arm. "Accursed Americano. There is your work. You shall not enter here!" Crossing herself and mumbling, she hurried the girl away, but not before Senorita Maxia Antonius had given a backward glance of grief and grati tude. The Spanish physician tolerated the touch of the American upon tho body of Captain Antonius. Ho saw it was a strong and wise and tender touch. He allowed him to help to carry the dead captain within. Then ho dismissed him and Lieutenant Terrill returned to tho detachment of men that had been stationed on the hacienda to save Captain Antonius's property from tho revengeful and ravaging Porto Ricans. Ho was a splendid young specimen of manhood, from that splendid rear ing ground of men, Kentucky. He was a good six feet in height, and had n fine sweep of shoulders and the free stride of an Indian. His eyes were flank and blue. His hair and mus tache were of the color of the chest nuts in tho woods at home. He had written a long letter to his mother that morning. "I am in charge of fifty men, who are guarding the hacienda of a rich Spaniard from Barcelona, who is skirmishing somewhera near Ponce. Tho Porto Ricans hato hira because ha is rich and Spanish and spends only a month or two here at the hacienda. Now that ho has joined the army they are rnoro vindictive than ever. There are only his daugh ter—a young woman, tha most beau tiful I ever saw; mother, who casts tho most disdainful glances upon mo and never deigns to speak—and three or four servants. It is rather monot onous, this role of unwelcome pro tector. I wish something would hap pen to stir the blood." And something did happen before tho ink was dry upon the paper. A little procession filed outof the woods nnd up the hill. A torn handkerchief waved from a branch tho bearer had cut in the woods. It was a pitiful flag of trace, and the Lieutenant or dored his men to lower their guns. As tho men came near it eould be seen that tho moil boro a litter. Tho Kentnckian and his men went to meet them. "I surrender, Americano; it is final," said the uian on tho litter, with a grim attempt at a joke. Lieutenant Terrill moistened the old man's lips from a canteen. He bade his own men relieve the tired men who carried the litter. He loosened the coat that seemed too tight for the heaving chest of the Spaniard in his death agony. "Ycu have protected my home and my 'ittle one? Thanks! Thanks!" ivJd so they hnd carried Captain Antonius to his home. He had begged that they let him rest upon the veranda. "I am too tired. I can go no Far over tho waving banners Tho foundry's flame-plumes swirl; And over the stoker blazons Tho flag which ho helped unfurl. But if o'er our hearths one hovers Tho glory of sacrifice— Wo will make to tho East no moanings. Wo will mako to tho West no cries. The fires of conquest kindle; Tho clang of our sword sounds far; Tho lion purrs as ho watches Ills whelp at tho game of war. But ore we forget in our triumph. And lost wo grow faint in our causo, Wo will cry to tho East Hosannas, Wo yvlll shout to tho West Huzzahs. -Graco Dufilo Boylan, in Chicago Journal. farther," ho said. "I want to die on - the hacienda, but in the sunshine. Call Maxia." < Sho had come nnd kissed his hands i and wept as a frightened child. He i had petted and soothed her and then : turned to the big man who wore the uniform of the enemy. "You have been a generous foe. Keep this coat. It will remind you of a Spaniard's death wound and his thanks. "Americano, tho darkness nnd the cold aro come. Kiss mo, my friend. Adios." 11. LIEUT, TEBBILL'S STUANGE BELEA.SE. Lieutenant Terrill was ordered to l Gcyamn the day after the death of the Spauish captain. Carefully packed in his meagre lug gage was a coat of Spanish army pat tern with an officer's badge and the rents and the blood stains made by four American bullets. The withered, yellow duenna had brought it to him. Terrill did something foolish for a brawny Kentucky officer when he paoked that coat among his belong ings. Ho looked upon the br"east of tho coat for the stain of tear drops from the pretty Senorita Maxia's eyes. He blushed like any girl. He called himself a sentimental fool. Tho yellow fiend had been let loose at Bonce, and people were dying by the score. It was foolhardy for Lieu tenant Terrill to wander thero from Gtiyaraa. Thero were rnoro dangers than that of yellow fever threatening visitors to Ponce. It had been aban doned by American soldiers, and Spanish sympathizers had resumed their tyranny. Lieutenant Terrill could give no satisfactory reason for his visit to Ponce. He was not apt to inventions, and had ho told them that a fancy to be nearer tho lovely senorita Maxia Antonius had beon the moving causo of his jouruoy they would have jeered at him for his presump tion. They cried "Spy! Spy!" And so Lieutenant Terrill was thrown into prison. He was not allowed to send a mes-! sago to his regiment, nor to his home. While not iucomunicado, he was so despised and feared as a spy that no ono in Ponce would bo the bearer of a word from him. The jailer was inso lent, and the guards made ghastly pantomime of a blindfolded man be fore a lino of men who were aiming Mauser rifles at hiin. And, again, tha Keutuckian called himself a fool, and smoked vigorously. One day there was a disturbance outside the jail. Lieutenant Terrill looked through his barred windows. Was the pantomime of tho blindfolded man standing before a lice of Spanish soldiery with Mauser rifles to be en acted? He set his teeth firmly. He would die like a Kcntuckica and an officer. There were Spauish soldiers com ing. They were armed with Mauser lilies. At their head, however, walked a young, graceful figure, whoso bent bead was gracefully draped with a lace mantilla. The outline of tho olive cheek showed through. He had seen that cheek pressed against a bearded, dead face. Beside her walked a with ered, yellow duonna. They came to seo him executed. Was it cruelty or pity? His jailer unlocked tho door. His manner was most deferential, "You are free, Senor Americano." Senorita Antonius was just behind the jailer. "I--you—it is pleasant that yon are free, Senor," BIIG stammered. "You were good to my dear father," and n tenv trickled through her long black lashes. Kentuckiaus are not laggards cither in love or war. Lieutenant Terrill grasped the senorita's hand with both of his, even while tho duenna gasped nnd the Spauish soldiers looked a3 though ready to aim Mauser rifles. "I'lea3aut to bo free, senorita, but heavenly to owe it to you," he cried, even while the olive faco turned crim son. They walked to the nearest hotel, tho lieutenant and tho senorita and the duenna, the guard having dis persed, because no longor necessary. Senorita Antonius shyly told how a i Spanish color-sergeant, who was ono i of her suitors, had boasted that an American had been found prowling in i sanely and alone about Ponce, and i that he had been imprisoned and 1 would be shot as a spy, though the i color-sergeant's opinion wa3 that he was i a lunatic; how she had suspected that i the lunatio was her late protector and her father's friend; how she had beon [ able through the influence of her dead father's name to secure his release; i and—well, how glad she was. Hire 1 looked very Sweetly at him then be i neath the mantilla, though the duenna frowned and mumbled. Lieutenant ) Terrill, I have said, was no laggard in war, ami lie proposed and was ac copted. Tho senorita and her dnenna re turned to the hacienda that day. The Lieutenant was to follow them the next, but the yollow fiend forbado it. Instead of going to the hacienda he was sent home on the Belief. in. ANOTHER INTERNATIONAL MARRIAGE. Lienteuant Terrill is convalescing rapidly at his home at Louisville, but not half as quickly as ho wishes. Every lettter he receives from the Porto Bican hacienda makes him more impatient of the lassitude of illness. One fact is assured. There will be a wedding in the little church at Ponce. Out in the church yard there is a grave two months old. It can be seen from the altar before whioh Senorita Maxia Antoniuß and Lieu tenant Luke W. Terrill will plight their marriage vows. If Captain Jesu Antonius knows, he is glad. It is the wish of the bride that they shall go to her home at Barcelona, Spain, on their wedding tour and the devoted Kentuckian would gladly go to the wilds of the Congo with her as companion. If the President will grant him leave of absenco they will spend their honeymoon in Spain and return to the sunny hacienda in the spring. | Beside the beautiful bride's 2000 acres, near Ponce, and her ancestral estate in Spain, the happy pair will have one treasure trove, the bullet torn, blood-stained coat of a Spanish officer's uniform.—New York Journal, A NAPOLEONIC ENSIGN. How Young Cur.in, U.S. N., Demanded Iho Surrender of Ponce. Richard Harding Davis, in an article in Scribaer's Magazine on tho Porto Bico Campaign, relates how Ensign Curtiu demauded the surrender of Ponce, a3 follows: Ho is about the youngest-looking boy in the navy, and ho is short of stature, but in his methods he is Napoleonic. Ho landed, with a let ter, for tho military commander, which demauded the surrender of the port and oity, and ho woro his side arms, and an expression in whioh there was no trace of pity. Tho Cap tain of tho Port informed him that the military commander was at Ponce, but that he might bo persuaded to surrender if the American naval officer would condescend to drive up to Ponce, and make his demands iu per son. The Atncrioan officer fairly shook and quivered with indignation. "Zounds," nud "Gadzooks," aud "Kaug if, sir," would have utterly failed to express his astonishment. Had it come to this, then, that an en sign, holding the President's commis sion, nud representing such a ship of terror us the Wasp, was to go to a mero colonel, commanding a district of 00,000 inhabitants? "Ho*.v long will it take thnt military oommamler to get down hero if ho hurries?" demanded Ensign Curtin. The trembling Captain of tho Port, the terrified foreign consuls and the custom house officials thought that a swift-moving cab might bring him to the port in a half hour. "Have your a telephone nbout the place?" asked the Napoleonic Curtin. They had. "Then cnll him up and tell him that if he doesn't come down here in a hack in thirty minutes and surrender, I shall bombard Ponce!" This was the Ensign's ultimatum. He turned his hack on the terrified inhabitants and returned to his gig. Four haoks started on a mad race for Ponce, and tho central office of the telephone rang with hurry calls. On his way out to the ship Ensign Curtin met Commander Davis on his way to the shore. Commander Davis looked at his watch. "I shall extend his time another half hour," said Com mander Davis. Ensign Curtin sa luted sternly, making no criticism upon this weak generosity on tho part of his superior officer, hut he could afford to be magnanimous. Apple-Fed Deer. The tameness of the deer in Maine is remarkable. They chum with cattle in the pastures and make themselves at home in barnyards, while a few cases are reported where men have made pets of deer and allowed them to fatten in their orchards, sc that tho animals might be good and fat when the shooting season opened. Such an npple-fed deer was brought to Bangor recently, and it is asserted that the fruit diet will greatly improve the flavor of the meat. A man who was carting a load of apples along the road to Ellsworth, the other day, had a strange experi ence with hungry deer. The cart broke down, and the man decided to camp out on tho road for tho night. At midnight he was awakened by a crunching noise and found his outfit surrounded by a herd of deer who were helping themselves to tho apples in tho crates and boxes. The man had a gun, but it wa3 one day before open time, and he had too muoh re spect for the law to shoot.—New York Sun. The lleavlest Man on Eurtlu If greatest were the test of avoir dupois the place of honor would be filled by Maurice Cauon, a uativo of the small frontier town of Stein, in the Stato of Constance. This man is said to weigh not less than fifty stone, and may claim to be tho heaviest man on earth. He measures over 100 inches around tho waist and sixty four around the thigh. His enormous weight does not apparently incon venience him, for he is active and iu robust health. Ho is a well-to-do, middle-aged farmer, and, though his gigautio proportions naturally make him an object of curiosity to his neigh bors, ho has declined all offers to stray from his native fields. —Human itarian, I TALES OF PLUCK 1 AND ADVENTEJBB. j SK : 3ief©je(eiei©!e. , e!€s. , c*3ie.efs;ofeie^ I.ivcly Flglm Willi a Bear. Seward J. Baggerly, half back of the Clyde football team of 1890, has writ ton to friends at Lyons, N. Y,, from Dawson City, giving an account of n fight he had with a bear. Here i 3 what ho says: "You can talk about your Spanish war, but I have had worse than the Spaniards to face. Ail summer I have been on Sulphur Creek aud liadngood time, also lots of fresh meat, for wo killed two bears and throe moose. On June 14 two men named Kavanaugh and Greenen came to tho cabin of Mr. Clark aud myself and told us that tho bears had been in tho cabin of claim No. 42, and had taken a sack of fionr and fruit, and they wanted us to watch for the beast that night. "Clark said he would if Kavanaugh and Greeuen would stay all night, and they did. "We all went up near the cabin, and lay behind a log to wait for the hear to come, but later Barney, Greenen and I went up the trail to No. 89 cabin to find out if they had seen tho bear. As wo npproaclied 39 we saw the owner on tho roof, and he told us that a largo bear was going on to 42, and wo must go back aud tell tho hoys. Tho bear was, he said, going slowly along the l-idgo. When wo re turned we found that Mr. Clark had takou one of tho rifles aud had gono down to cabin 44 for some tobacco. As Barney wn3 tnyiug bo would go and fetch Clark wo heard the bear give two loud roars. I looked over tho log, and there stood his beavshlp about 109 yards away, as large as n small borse. "Presently tho bear started toward the cabin nud walked around it three times. Finally he stopped nud put his front feet on the top of tho cabin to seo if any one was there. Then he walked up to the dor/ uud toro tho door off as if it were paper. Boon he walked into tho cabin, hut iu n few minutes came out again aud started right toward us. When he was about oue-third of tho way, Kavauaugh turned over and said to"me: 'Shall wo run?' I replied: 'No, giva mo your revolver and we will fight him.' "We hadn't been waiting for him just to look at him nud run. "Ilavauaugh had his viflo and I had his revolver, aud as wo were about to fire tho bear went back into the eabiD. Occasionally the bear would stick his head out of the door to scs if all was well. Wo lost sight of his bcavship after a time, aud we thought ho had found Bomethingtoeat. Soon I heard tome ouo como running through the bushes, aud there were Clark and Barney, Just then the bear came out of tho cabin, and Kavanaugh fired, striking tho bear in the shoulder. "The animal turned a complete Fomersault. Kavauaugh fired again, then he and I ran after the bear. By this time tho other men came up. One of them nearly fainted. He said: 'Take the rifle; lam out of breath.' I took the rifle and we started into Ihe woods after the bear. Suddenly Kavanaugh began to fire, and there was tho bear on his hind legs coining light at us. You would have thought it was a Spanish-Americau battle by tho Bound of tho shots wo sent into that bear. We wore obliged to unload two l-iiles and a revolver iuto his bear ship befdre he was dead, "I have been with many football players, aud I never saw ono so anxious to get hold of mo as that bear was. Aud for the first time iu my life I wa3 afraid. The bear looked as big as a church, but of a different dis position. After he was dead we shrieked and howled, and all tho people on Sulphur Creek knew what had happened, and tbero was a jolly time on old Sulphur that night. Later we had a guessiug contest as to tho bear's weight, aud we all guessed about 700 pounds, but when tho hoar stood ou his hiud logs and came at us we thought ho would earily weigh 7000 pounds. "On July 25, about 4 o'elook iu the morning, we were awakened by tho yells of n man who had been sleeping on the ground not far away from our cabin. A black bear had arrived during tho night nud struck him on tho leg. Tho frightened man grabbed his axe and began yellingfor dear life. Barney killed the hear the first shot, but his bearship was small and lean aud did not show fight. The large bear was a bald face". Exciting Episode From India. Dinner was just finished, nud sev eral English officers woro sitting around tho table. Tho conversation had not been animated, and there enrne a lull, as the night was too hot for email talk. The Major of tho regiment, a olean-cut man of fifty-five, turned toward his next neighbor at tho table, a young subaltern, who was leaning back iu bis chair with his hands clasped behind his head, star ing through tho cigar smoke at the ceiling. Tho Major was slowly look ing tho man over, from his handsome face down, when, with a sudden alert ness nud in n quiet, steady voice, ho E.aid: "Don't move, please, Mr. Cur ruthers. I want to try an experiment with you. Don't movo a muscle." "All right, Major, responded the subaltern, without even turning his eyes; "hadn't the least idea of mov ing, assure you! What's the game?" By this time all the others were listen ing in a lazily expectant way. "Do you think," continued tho Major—and his voice trembled just a little—"that you can keep absolutely still for, say, two minutes—to save your life?" "Are you joking?" "On the contrary, move a mnsole and you are a dead man. Can you stand the strain?" The subaltern barely whispered "Yes." and his faca paled slightly. "Burke," said the Major, addressing an officer across the table, "pour some of that milk into a saucer, and set it on the floor hero just at the back of me. Gently, man! Quiet!" Not a word was spoken as the officer quietly filled the saucer, walked with it care fully around the table, nnd set it down where the Major had indicated on the floor. Like a marble statue sat the young subaltern in his white linen clothes, while a cobra de capello which had been crawling up the leg of his trousers slowly raised its head, then turned, descended to the floor, and glided toward the milk. Sudden ly the silence was broken by the re port of the Major's revolver, and the snake lay dead on the floor. ''Thank you, Major," said the subaltern, as the two men shook hands warmly; "you have saved my like!" "Your welcome, my boy,' replied the senior; "but you did your share." A Providential lUf-nie. The good ship Regular, while on a voyage from Liverpool to Bombay, was caught off the Cape of Good Hope in a gale. She sprung a serious leak, and captain and crew had to take take to the boisterous sea in open boats. They had run so far off the course of vessels that there was small prospect of rescue. "What seemed the direct intervention of Providence was evi dent in their ease," says Commander Pasco, in "A Roving Commission." Captain Boi, of the French frigate L'Alemene, who rescued the captain aud crew from the boats, tells how it was brought about. Ho was on the deck of his vessel at the moment, as afterward nppeared, when the sinking ship was abandoned, and remarking to the officer of tho watch that it was time to change tho course of L'Alemene, ho went below to consult the chart. "I went into my cabin," ho says, "for the solo purpose of consulting tho chart, but paused for a moment to glnnce at a book that lay open on tho table. There 1 fell asleep, a most un usual thing for mo during daylight. "I slopt on, I knew not how long, but when I waked it was dark and X was bo'h cold and hungry. My last waking thought had boon of changing the vessel's course; and X went on deck, supposing that that had been done, but found the ship still steering cast. " 'How is this?" I asked; 'did I not direct the course to be altered?' " 'I was told that yon were going to consult the chart,' replied the officer, 'and then fix tho course.' " 'So I did; what time is it?' I asked. " 'Past midnight, sir; this is tho middle watch.' " 'All right,' I said, 'we will con tinue on this course until wo get sights for longitude in the morning.' "Before that was done wo had sighted ono boat and rescued its crew; aud we kopt oa the same course until we found the second boat." The at Balaclava. Of the mad but heroic cuarge of tho Light Brigade a hundred incidents are preserved—thrilling, humorous, shocking. The Cornhill Magazine tells of n man of the Seventeenth Laucers, who was heard to shout, just as they raced in upon the guns, a quotation from Shakespeare, "Who is there here would ask more men from Englaud?" The regimental butcher of tho Seven teenth Laucers wa3 engaged in killing a sheep when ho hoard the trumpets sound for tho charge. He leaped on a horse; iu shirt sieeve3, with bare arms, and pipe in mouth, rode through the wliolo charge, slew, it is said, six men with his own liaud, aud came back agaiu, pipe still iu mouthl A private of tho Eleventh was under ar rest for draukouuess when tho charge began; but ho broke out, followed his troop on a spare horse, picked up a sword as ho rode, aud shared in the rapture and perils of the charge. The charge lasted twenty minutes; aud was ever before such daring or such suffering packed into a space so briofl The squadrons rode Into tho fight num bering 07fl horseui. their mounted strength when the fi. 'it was over was exactly 193. It was all a blunder; but it evoked a heroism which made tho blunder it self magnificent. And as long as brave dcodscan thrill tho imagination of men tho story will be remembered of how— "3'ormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well. Into tbejaws of death. Into the mouth of hell; Noble Six Hundrf .1." Max O'Rell's Tobacco I'otjclt. "On April IX," says Max O'Rell, "my regiment received orders to at tack Neuilly bridge, a formidable po sition held by the Communists. We had no cavalry to do tho work, so the artillery was ordered to send the can non away and to charge the force oc cupying the bridge. Forty men un der my command wero chosen. I re viewed my men. One of thorn looked sulky. 'What's the matter with you? 1 I asked. 'Why, Lieutenant,' ho re plied, 'we shall none of us come back; the job is a big one. I should like to have a pipe before going, and I have no tobacoo,' 'Look here, old fellow,' X said, 'fill your pipe and have a smoke. We charge iu ten minutes.' I gave him my pouch. He filled his pipe nnd smoked. He said nothing beyond a 'Thank you!' • "We started by a by-street, and, as soon as wo appeared on the main road, XOO yards from the bridge, we made a dash. What the Germans had not done some compatriot of mine succeeded in doing. I fell severely wounded. Out of the forty men who started ten took the bridge. I was quickly picked up and taken to a house in safety by ono of my men the one. whose pipe I had helped to fill, .For such a small service a French soldier will risk his- life, and X have always thought I owod mine to my tobaeeo pouoh." ON THE FARM. Well, boys, the corn Is glttln' dry And huskin' time is drawn' nigh! It does my wrinkled old heart good To look out where tho green corn stood Aud see Instead shocks turnln' brown Aud punklns lollln' all aroun'— Tho old redskinsl they spile my eyes For anythia' but punkin pies. I see the airly frost has come And teched the path of cabbage some; I hope the winter wheat ain't hurt. Last week It tuok a lively spurt; So, with some snow to mat it well, I reckon It can watt a spell— J'ever think a grain of wheat Looks liko them "rolls" the town folks eat? The turkeys Is a-growln' fat; If them birds knew where they was at They wouldn't stuff themselves that way, Pervidin' fer Thanksglvln 1 day. The crops Is in; the fall is here— And what a old rip-snortln' year! It makes my wrinkled old heart swell Sometimes to—hear that dinner belli HUMOR OF THE DAY. "His Honor is at steak." said the waiter when the county judge was at dinner. Boh—"What makes you think a leopardjcan change hi 3 spots?" Fred— "Well, he can change his hido'n places, can't he?" "What's in a name?" a recent trav eler was henrd to exclaim. "Why, about the hottest country on tho globe is Chili!" "Was there much damage to the li brary by fire?" "Well, all the rare books are well done now."—Yonkers Statesman. A somewhat weather-beaten tramp, being nsked what was the matter with his coat, replied, "Insomnia; it hasn't had a nap in ten years." Ho (desperately)—" Will you marry me? I've asked you to marry me twice." She (languidly)—"No; I wouldn't even marry you once." —Adams Freeman. "Your replies are very tart," said the young husband. Then ho hastily added: "But they are not as tart as those that mother made."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Twynn—"A lately-discovered an tiseptio is called by its German dis coverer, "Potassiumorthodiuitrocres coiato." Triplett— "How did he dis cover its name?"— Puck. Cholly—"Yaas, sevewal years ago I fell deeply in love with a girl, but she rejected me—made a regular fool of me." Molly—"And you never got over it?"— Brooklyn Life. Visitor (in insane asylum)—" And this poor fellow is the father of trip lets. Why does he continually call for a gun?" Attendant—"He thinks ho sees n stork, mum."—Town Topics. Madam (to riding master) "Well, sir, do you think X make any progress?" Riding Master —"Certainly; yon fall much more gracefully than you used to when yon first began."—Bicycling World. "That's quite a draft from the west this morning," remarked tho banker to the cashier as they glanced over the mail. The new office boy promptly closed tho transom and again stood, at attention.—Detroit X''ree Press. "Did you Bee the story of that fel low with only SBOO who succeeded in failing for$80,000?" "Sure." "What do you think of it?" "Well, I wouldn't liko to do it myself, but I would like to be ablo to do it."—Chicago Evening Post. Sabbath School Teacher—"Why, Petoy Murphy I Fighting again? Did not last Sunday's lesson teach that when yon ore struck on one cheek to turn the other to the striker?" Petey Murphy—"Yes'm; but he welted mo on the nose, an' I only got one." A travelor announces as a fact (and though he is n "traveler" wo believo him) that ho cnce iu his life beheld peo plo "minding their own business." This remarkable occurrence happened at sea, the passengers being "tco siek" to attend to each other's concerns. Doctor—"Well, Johnnie, don't you feel better since I gave you tho medi cine?" Doctor—"Yes; I forgot all about being ill." Doctor —"That's what I thought; nnd it wasn't hard to take, was it?" Johnny—"Well it was rather, for it took two of us boys to hold Carlo while we gave it to him." "I should think you would get some work to do," said the elderly lady to a tramp who had left his friend at tho gate. "I'm working at my regular business, right along, madam," said the itinerant. "And what might your regular business be?" "Traveling companion, madam."—Yonkers States man. Teacher—"Johnny, can you tell me what is meant by 'steward?' " Johnny —"A steward is a man that doesn't mind his own business." Teaoher— "Why, where did you got that idea?" Johnny—"Well I looked it up in the 'dictionary, and it said: 'A man who attends to the affairs of others.'"— Truth. A Budget of Definition*. Memory—The index to a person's thoughts. Barytone—The singer who is classed as n bass imitation. Sympathy—The connecting link be tween joy and sorrow. Bluff—A pretty good substitute for anything but brains. Roomy—The flat with many rooms, but with no room in any of them. Sentiment—A good thing as long as it 2an J>e kept on a paying basis. S-. Silence —Something that is espec ially golden when we have nothing to say.,. ft.. Consoience—The part of a man that hurts him when his neighbor does Viobg.—Chicago Daily News. A Waterloo Tropliy. One of the special trophies of the batHe of Waterloo was carried off by the Scots Greys, the regiment which, it Dettiugen, in 17X8, captured the wlute [standard of the celebrated Household Cavalry of France, the proncust trophy that warlike ambition might covet.