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MARY BEATON'S SONG.
r"'c, ,n th'r. n ,"t ani the sea Between the sundown and the sea
I 1 . , tol tlis Ion me; Love watched one hour of love with me;
?t -.,." , ,"." :,r ,at daV , arne night, Then down the allh-ghlen waterways
S i: .,i-n* rit , itht. Hlls tfet flew after yesterdays;
S , lt' I. \ht 1 i un ,f ti e I saw them ,ine and saw them flee
, ' ,: " nu-, ,t the sea:? letweten the sea-foawr and the sea.
Trr '.n 1t -. i rk nIl th!!" set It.tween the sea-strand and the sea
St r"i  t mt e. l-.\' fell ,i sRleep. sleep fell on mle;
I in t at, to fir. l'le first star saw twain turn to ono
S, I i; Ieta '.n" tie noonltrlse and tlthe suil;
II '* ' . e n t.ld to he ,'lH . ii' rt, thit saw not love. saw me
I . i .i l .l tie scu. lt twe' ii thl sea-banks and I.t sea.
-Iwlnburne.
o'he Plotters.
, A Frame-up to Teach Robert Brown That Boxing
SW sn't His Strong Hold.
(W. It. R1tso in Cleveland Plain Dealer.)
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orl, a:,in l asi tn, lito wtas not at hise
ca: " :..Il hi - mIi\ov mlents w ! re aw k
wa:.cr, t l,!, , t ry to l' s ,e o h;fer
"i 'in l ,n k yi ii. hat :ti the Iidl. St.
"I will nw t 1 'ain you lon ," t;: la ly s
:. del aI lr, isll i her chair. You an
u. i 1.1 no: a half h or, I trust?"
thIr Ir t, i I l:hi lips an gave h.;n the
t:'. I a je'r y n, ,.
"t s. ir a'am."
i .,' l -"y al. <I at hlun intently.
I't ol hear f:he said, "have you
t, na'. r not ookn' or dol
,rs utk his les:,nt. Thingsr havet.
"'I l-ant re llt,'b r h r," he ard. Anw -
He. "Shel died a ttl. n I was very nll.
I've , an. brouhalt np hit-or-miss,
li,' sial this i rn a half apoiogy the
w:ty and a'. ain his restle.ss lance
roa::t, d about the ma-,.n.
"If a irtttir 'inte to you, dr. Cole
ranl. andi aske'd yu to do hter a great
Livour, you wl try to lare qutge her,
wthe lnt' you?"
I!' loeked up quih,,ly.
stateliat. IN,' ." n' athat I er. "Name.
tHe n jib.
"Thank you," said the lady. She
hbesitat.l,. "I ant very willing ro pay
well, what I ask."
. t1" pu' up his hand quickly and
there was ,sonc thing like p:'iict In the
"Let me hear first what it s yout b
want, ma'am. Im not lookin' for dol
lars just at present. Things have
been cltinf' lly way pretty strong,
ma'am-tas 'iayle' you heard. Any
way, it not settlin' any chances toi
oblige a real lady."
He lushe.d a little. It was a long
speech, and, pc..haps, not quite re
BU: tht' ladiy reassureI him oy the
brighe tlln of her smile.
"Thank you again, MIr. Coleman,"
s"Mhe ,I. "I assure you I appreci'ate
your sttiment. You are quite" right
"-the nature of the favor should be
stated lirst. You know that am Mrs.I've
"It was the naml, ,:iznd to tihe let
ter that tlliO tot. hin. I'v1 heart it be
fore, nl 'a lli."
A , he made he nr a little bow. The
.most ly gaefuly acknowledged the sa
Itte.
"And indw anw' coie to the favor."
She paused as if at a loss how to
begin.
"Is it somiethin' in th' ntenrta ginaze
ltei aganehin quiet all,' genteel, iface.
the attic. mayl en Ilthe suggested.
"No. Mr. (' 'on." e makes
She still hesitated.
"May I ask a question, ma'am?"
"Yes. .Mr. ('olenrin."
He looked down at the pattern ofHe
thlte ru at his fer t
"Maybe 'cli anlr tl mother of thisod
yo Mr. lhithr llr:mn that I've
heardon'tllhin' acn now autnd t he?"
"Yes." v'plh'! h.e lady. "i aom Roba
ert B,wn'5 rother. Youlik him, beg.
something aboar't him. you say,"
Thoe'sy shiftd his slad the ladsily.
"lt e heard ts thatr. lie he'as a prettyen
pfr spllendr an' good Illit the boys."
Allao holy sihlir. etr Intent gazesi
ted again , tl l y face.gain
I"'t l a mlduy son that I wanto t to
wtheir tear, in had ork Ieis lis flhand
lden aclinch " e swallowed
Siait in hi throat o
t. vher, , ' el like m, beg.iid.
has money of his OWnS."
1>:I r iPlicl. "lie is twenty-five and
his own mas:r. I can only plead
with hint." She paused a nmoment.
".Ar ('oleman, I want your advice."
lIc drIw back a little.
"That's kind of you, ma'am," he
said. "v- ry kind. But, maybe, you
doni't qliit e undilerstand ho anl' what
I ant. I surtely ain't the kind to give
ad\ ice. I'ni a street boy, mna'am, a
inlocka ibott of tht gutter. I've had to
cranlible ,for a livin' since I was no
highce than a chair. The street is me
school. ma'aml. I've done pretty muich
\verythint' a tough lad coullh li ex
r'pt work an' steal. I didn't steal
ull'alll, because I could do with
out it. I didn't work because flightin'
paid better. You know something
ab out nmle, I've no doubt. But what
yout know is only th' public side. Th'
inside is not so pleasant. If I'm clean,
an' straight, an' sober, it's ;ot so
tmuch to mne credt. nma'am. In my bus
intets we don't last long, lady, an'
when we fail to take care of oturs(elves
w_.t go a mighty sight quickeir. A.n'
so all things considered, ma'am, Clink
er ('Colman is not th' boy to advise
a lady."
The lady's 'yes were soft and gen
tie.
".Mr. ('olimian." ,he said. "I ask
your advice eo'cautse I want it and be
cause, I know I cn trust you."
Th.' boy drew a long breath.
"YTo can have anything I've got,
ma'am." he sail, a little brokenly.
"Take i' or leave it. as you like."
The laly faintly smiled.
eta set shilr c sh re sh re shrdluuu
"It has taken us some time to
r( ach this point." she said. "Now,
perlaps we can go a little faster."
"Take your time, lady," said Clin
ker ('oleman.
"Then let me tell you something
mitore' about miy son. He has had
things to) easy all his life. tie has
been a favorite everywhere. lie is
big and strong and ready for any
venture. lie was a lealer in school
and college. He was on the racing
crew and in the football team. lie
love:s admiration. lie Is surrounded
OUR WASTED WILD WEALTH.
T e chance for some sorts of conservation is forever over. We
in y save some of our natural resources, but these others are
~ne beyond recall. Look at the list prepared by Dr. William T.
lHornaday, director of the New York Zoo:
We have no longer any wild bison, save one small band of about
twenty.
The elk remains only in the Yellowstone and the Olympic Moun
tains of Washington, plus a few individuals in a few other local
ities.
Antelope exist in widely scattered bands, to tho number of
about five thousand.
The big-horn mountain sheep is threatened with total extinction
outs.;d. of the game preserves.
The mountain goat is not yet so rare as the mastodon, but wher
ever it may legally be hunted it soon will be.
The passenger pigeon is gone forever.
The heath hen (of Massachusetts) may be blotted out any year.
The pinnated grouse of the West now exists in a few localities
only.
The splendid sage grouse is fast being shot off the cattle plains
and soon will disappear.
The great whooping crane is nearly extinct.
The trumeter swan is so nearly extinct that skins are not
procurable.
The California condor will last about twenty years.
The Labrador duck and great auk are quite extinct.
The plume birds of Florida are but a memory; and so are the
scarlet ibis, roseate spoonbill, and flamingo.
The fur seal has been reduced from four million to about thirty
thousand; and if the United States government does not quickly
execute with Canada and Japan a new treaty, providing for it a ten
year close season, the species is doomed.
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by a little badd of toadies who flatter
I.: and help him spend his money.
I,' :, never known a real setback.
Iti hIs !,c ver been disciplined."
She paused a moment.
"That's bad," was the boy's com
ment. "Hard knocks make a man
fight harder."
"My son is wayward and weak.
I had a long talk with him a little
while ago. I fear it was wasted. He
premised me that when his wild oats
were sown he would settle down and
be useful. 'Dull and useful,' he said
Swi'h a laugh. And yet there are
strong reasons why he should change
now. An uncle wants him in his bus
iness-a splendid opportunity. A
sweet girl is waiting for him to carry
out his promise. But he is thought
le:- and reckless and unmindful of
is all."
She paused again and the boy
nol '. d sympathetically.
"I". sure a shame to see a guy
'hrowin away chances like that," he
1"li ate.' fad." the lady resumed,
"is b d.ing I am told he is very
cie te. at it. That he has beaten oal
the amateurs who have bet*n brought
against him. He has fitted up a placo I
where these matches take place, and
has become so expert that he wants
to be calll the amateur chamipion
lightweight of the United States. his
flatterers call him si, alfeady." The
lady paused a moment and when she
resumed her tonie had suddenly griown
hard. "\What my son .srreiy nl,,ds,
Mr. Coleman, is a defeat, a sharp,
swift, stinging, humilialting defelat.
Something that will crush his (gut i.mni
and awaken his true manly nature.
Am I right?"
The boy slowly nodded.
'That's what he neelds, nla';la ." T'h'
nodded his c'ropypl I ad nlmore slrh, I:.
"Now I begin to ,, what's want1."
The lady watched hiim closely.
"Can we come to tt-rts," she gitlylI
asked.
He suddenly sniileld.
"I've never posed aIL a reforlllr.
ma'am," he said. "lBt this job wotllI
seem to need practice insteatl ('f
preachin'-an' that's nit ire in imy
line."
"And so you coinsent?" the lady
eagerly asked.
The boy drew down the corners of
his mouth.
"Isl t's say it over," he answere..itl d.
"You want me to fix up a scrap witll
your son--him not knowin' tuti iln'
everythin' secret an' qui.t like. An'
you want nme to hatter himi up and
knock tile comncit out of hiil."
"If you can," the lady tremuliously
interjected.
The boy's eyes snapplei. and his
face grew hard.
"If I can't." he said. "I'll get a job
drivin' coal carts th' ne'xt day."
"(;cod," said the lady. "'This is
heroic treatment. Go as far as you
think best."
The boy suddenly laughed.
"Trust ime," he said. "Is thi-s all.
ma'am?"
The lady arose and so di . thei lad.
"I will leave' everythintg to youl." she
said. "And you will sentld ilt' the
bill."
The boy shook his head.
"There will be' no bill, n.a'am. I'm
Droud tr--to plot with you. nat'amn.
You do mie great honor. l.eawve every
thin' to me. (;ood night, an' Gid
guard you, ma'am."
And he hurried away.
It was Jack Rankin who br)ougzht
Clinker Coleman up to the pirivate
gymnasium that was the arena of Rob
ert Brown's prowess, and lithe boy '
stanch friend. Tommy \Vhit,. was wi:h
them. Jack Rankinldidn't knllow eitheir
of his companions. lead olhai Ii n tol
by somebody, but hall really forgot ten
who it was, having reachetd a condi
tion where it wasn'tteasy to remenibter
maybe more than a little, and
that the boy could box a littl-
had suggested he should comllle up and
have a go with Bobbie Brown, who
was longing for new faces to battelr.
So an appointment had Ibeen made .,nd
Jack had met the boy and his friend,
and together they sought the gymna
sium.
The boy was not. himself in appear
ance. lIe stooped a little, and his
square shoulders were rounded and
his face wore an expression of mild
insanity.
Tommy White chuckled every time
he looked at him.
Jack Rankin laughed, too, as he led
them up the stairs to the slaughter.
They were expected. There were a
dozen or more of Bobbie's friends
lounging about, friends who looked
up smilingly when Jack and his com
panions entered.
Bobble laughed, too, as he came for
ward with hand outstretched.
"Mr. Nagle, Mr. Brown; Mr. Thomp
son, Mr. Brown."
The genial young athlete shook
hands with his callers and invited
them to drink.
"My friend doesn't drink," said
Tommy White, now posing as Mr.
Thompson. "It goes to his head." He
looked around. "I don't see any of
the lad's friends here." he said.
"They are all friends of fair play,"
said Bobble quickly.
"Came in to see the fun, may be?"
drawled Tommy White.
"Do you know of any better fnn
than watching a sclem tUto , bolg
miatch'll?" Bobble deman~ le
"\Ma!l he not," ,said '1 mmny. "And
t( miake sure it\wlll be fun for the
en,, ht's have the!scre p as near 1Ike
th. real thing as we :an make It
What do you say?"
"You mean while it la sta?" laughed
Jack Itaikin.
"SuI'." relplied Tomuly.
"\V. ry well," said Bobble withjan 1
amusl I gleam inm hisepe. "It goes."
\\'!:',eat tl're was'nluch applause
flrotl th' lounIzwers.
Tmmy hadithe boy's togs In,a little
I,;lnidl, and il1a few mirtttesthe lad
h-!:,ut!,l into''the impr~vised arena
I (,kll we,1fullytlhin andiunaslteady.
thl,!ile was tihsge before him. erect, 1,
.inling. contidelt. And thenlthelbout
(co'(mm ei('('(d.
It was g(ood tlt.xing, verylgoodjbox
in\. A( ting entiru'ly on theidefesilve,
th, bI). mt't. the onslaughts of the con
i i : i tlobbie in 4a clever wad-and
I: ., nt. ly realized that while the
' o ()l a ritm:trait wits quick and dkillful
and: t rltky, there wasn't enough force
:'. his blows tomal:e them dangetous
-a failing c(,'inmorn to amateurs.
"Timen," cried Tqmmy Vhite.
'(;,od boy," said Bobbie as ' they,
The s.eco(nd rouwndkwas'briek and a
little mtnre earne4, wlthBobble some
what serious ,atd. the boy ikss timid.
Andl then. quite ,unexpectedly, the
bIty' left '.lot \out and Bobble went
ever. for a clean knockdown., He was t
it :gain in a mlment hot td angry.
Andi jiut a little' 1terhe wa knocked
d,n a'i-:in. The shamblin boy with
his headt down and his hands well ad- 4
vanelt d had suddetnly bore4 through
his ,Ihfn'se and humrbled bih for the
ec'('(il t iitme. Thete was silence
amongt the loungingguests as Bobble
sc'rarmbled to his feet,.
"'lTint," cried Tommy tWhite. t
The boy lookedttowarti Tommy,%and
sudlldnly took a step\forward and
..avid his hand.
"Mn." ihe said in a, quick sharp
( it,i. "I (came ulit here totwarm up in a
li t!e friendly bor.t. see. lie friend here
:aid tere was sotctethingsgood wid de
g~l)\o.s for m(e to takce on. Where is it?"
I!h :al ared around lvith a. bitterly sar
ca' tic e(xpression otz his hsaz, young
face. "Ain't you got\no reallboxers?"
h ( inma:,ndd.
llobbi', very pale, .but still the gen
ti'nan, aldvanced a stepl
"l ild on, my young friend," he sald.
"You are a little hasty.. You h&~ n't
got through with me yetY'
1"1:(e boy looked at.'himr4with a sneer
int air.
"I'11 tell you what Ill do wit you,"
he s.aid. "I'11 put iSp a gentleman's
atrceement between us. You've no
rcll to consider yourself a boxer. If
I knock you out in this round will
you acree to quit do game?"
"Y's. yes." snapped Bobble.
"Quit all this monkey show,'~ and he
wavedl his arm about dibdainflilly,
"and get down to somethin'Iuseful'an'
worth while!"
Bobbie's face was very white.
"I'll quit the whole thing if you
knock me out," he snarled1 between
his teeth.
"You hear, gentlemen?" said the
boy.
And then they went at it, hammer
and tongs. IBobbie ,stood for abhurri
can,' of cruel jabs' and jolts and
swin.s from those flying arms, but
it all enlded yith hiss limp form
stretched on the mat and Tommy
White standing over - him slowly
coultinig.
\\'hen Blobbie came to himelif
with a li:tle groan-he was supported
in a chair by Tommy White and the
boy was looking down at him.
"The promise goes?" said the boy.
"The promise goes," faintly tr
ltoatedl Bolbbie. A spasm of disgust
crossed his battered face. ''o think
I sh)ould le knocked out by ahoy," he
half soblbed.
The Iboy suddcnly smiled.
"You 't ,dn't feel so bad about
that," ht, said. "I'm Clinker Gole
mnan. the lightweight champion."
Big Imports of Bananas.
Frotm Montlay morning until Tues
day \evnini, a period of thlirty-slix
hours. thi imports of bananas at thles
port reath, i thle handsome total of
aIproximiately 216,000 bunches,
brought in in nine different ships from
Central American ports.
\\Wh''i (n,, r'itlects that not more
than thi.ty years ago the fruit im
porting Ibusinlss from the tropics
'was (.(nftitid to a few small schoon
ers, (the enormous development of to
day .seetms cxtraordinary. The lit
tle sc.hoiners of a generation ago
have g;adually developed into first
snmall steamers and latterly into
larg(e bhips. cequipped with the most,
mIod'rnt rnfrigerating applianfes, and
the c'ruttl' methods of unloodlng by
hand havce been replaced by mechani
cal (lhevattors, which handle thousands
of bunches an hour, where formerly a
few huhtlred was the rule.-New
Orleans Picayune.
Men Have Said of Woman.
I)o not strike a woman, even with
a flower.--lindoo Proverb.
VWomanti' sword is her tongue; and
shi dots ilot let it rust.-La Bruyere.
If :he world was lost by a woman,
\wuInti alone can save it.-Louis de
I;camftrt.
W\mnen who love forgive grave in-1
discrttionts more easily than little in
fldehlties.-La Rochefoueauld.
A womnan never forgets her sex.
Shit 'wtunld always rather talk to a
ran thatt to an angel.-Oliver Wen
< II Hotm's.
.Jiustic" is a masculine virtue: plts
tie \virtue of woman. The idea of
s.einrg a aoman filling the office of 1
nriristratces is laughable, but Sitters
of C('harlity are worth more than
Broth, rs.--Schopenhauer I
.Younger
Ir .
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PORTRAITS.
When Thompson takes my photograph
there's always such a fee;
My dress must be so stiff and cean, my
curls I must not musm.
And when we reach the galler; we stay
a dreadful while!
He puts a clamp against my head, and asks
me please to smile.
le stands me up, and "poses" me, and
tries this way and that;
Then mother says she d like just one with
muff and coat and hat;
And then she starts to fix my hair in quite
another way
And I get cross ad crosser, 'cause I want
to go and play.
But'now an artist's painting me, and that's
the worst of all;
I'd rather have a tooth pulled out, or go
to make a call!
Why, even Thompson's gallery I shouldn't
mind a bit;
For here there's not a thing to do but
sit-and sit-and sit!
Annie Willis McCullough, in St. Nich
olas.
LITTLE BESSIE'S WISH.
Bessie and Billie were awfully lone
ly. Their mamma had gone from
home the day before and left them in
charge of a very aged aunt. And
this aged aunt-by name, Aunt Mar
tha- would not allow Bessie and
Billie to make any noise while at
play, for she said "children's noises,
cats fighting and dogs barking drove
her-rlean distracted." So, you will
readily understand that Bessie and
'Billie could not enjoy their play very
much while their mamma was away.
"We can play in the attic," whis
pered Bessie to Billie, as they sat
very quietly in the sitting room after
breakfast. Aunt Martha was sitting
there also, darning a very long and
very heavy woolen stocking. "If we
want to play ghost or fairy up there
Aunt Martha can't hear us."
"What are you whispering about?"
asked Aunt Martha, turning her
sharp eyes toward the corner where
the six-year-old niece and eight-year
old nephew sat like tortured little
mice, fearing to move lest the old cat
might gobble them up. "What are
you whispering about? Can't you
speak aloud? Nobody is going to eat'
you! Come, who was doing the whis
pering? I dislike to hear whispers;
they tickle my ears like a feather
wigging about in them. One only
hears sounds and can't make out the
words. "
"I whispered to brother that we
might play in the attic," confessed
Bessie. We won't bother you, Aunt
Martha, if we're up there."
"But it's as cold as the North Pole
up there, child," said Aunt Martha.
However, a smile of agreableness
played about the sharp corners of
her mouth as she said this, for the
truth is she thought it a good idea
for "the vexatious youngsters" to play
somewhere a long way from her. She
had not been a child for sixty years,
and had forgotten all about their,
needs and desires. "But, if you want
to play there for half an hour, why,
go up and do so. But mind, no tum
bling down on the floor, or shrieking,
or laughing too loudly."
"I'd like to stay till mamma comes
home," whispered BUllie to Bessie, as
they crept along the hall toward the
stair. And up the steps they went
like little culprits, fearing lest their
tiny feet might make a noise to dis
turb the aged aunt below stairs, who
was communing thus to her stocking:
"Children are a dreadful bother. I
am thankful I don't have to put up
with 'em very much longer. Their
mother ought to be home some time
to-morrow. And she, silly woman,
thinks those two noisy, bad-man
nered little brats are angels. If they
run and scream like wild Indians,
she laughs and says: 'Bless my
babies! Just see how happy they are.'
Babies! Ugh, six and eight) Ought
to be put at books and work every
hour of the day. They fool away val
uable time playing with toys and
reading foolish fairy tales. So few
people know how to raise children.
Hard as it would be, I'd like to take
those two children In hand and show
their parents what might be made of
them."
Meanwhile, Bessie and Billle had
reached the attic, closed the door to
keep inside all their noise, and opened
their mouths and cried, "Goody,
goody! It's so nice to get away from
Aunt Martha!"
"What shall we play?" asked Bil
lie. "Shall we play ghost?"
"Ugh, no! It's so scary, brother.
The attic is so dark and I'd get so
frlghtened I'd hide and cry. Let's
play fairy."
"All right, sister, let's play fairy.
Who'll be the fairy-you or I?"
"You be the fairy, brother, and
play 'at I'm a little girl what's lost in
the big forest, and, and 'at I'm crying
for my mamma."
"All right," said Billlie, "I'll play
that I'm in a tree and wlen you come
along under it I look down and see
you crying, and I'll ask you, 'What's
the matter, little girl?' and you must
say, 'Oh, I'm losf in the forest, and
can't find my mamma. And the bears
are about, and a big snake is under
the boulders, and I don't know where
to go. Oh, please, good fairy, hel4
me.' "
"Oh, that will be such great fun,"
cried Bessie, clapping her hands.
"And now, let's begin."
Bessie walked along beside the box,
dropped down upon the floor, and be
gan her pretense of crying. "Ah, lit
tle girl, what is the matter?" asked
Billlle. "Car I do anything for you?"
"Yes, good Talry, I'm lost In the
forest and a big bear wants to eat
me, and a big snake wants to bite my
big toe. And I can't find my mamma.
Will you help me, good fairy?"
"Yes, make a wish, and I shall
grant it," replied Billie.
"Well, good fairy, I want my dear
mamma,' replied Bessie, and her
voice trembled a bit as she said this,
for she voiced her dearest wish in
very truth as well as in play.
Billie waved his wand, saying,
"Wave, wand, for luck. Wave, wave,
to help those in distress Wave,
wand, and keep the bear from eating
her. Wave, wand, and strangle the
snake before it bites her big toe.
Wave, wand, and And her mother for
her, for that is her dearest wish."
"Ah, bless my babies, what are
they doing in this cold attic?" And
to the supreme delight of Bessie and
Billie their mother came into the
attic and had them in her arms, kiss
ing and hugging them until they
could scarcely get their breath. And
when at last they could speak, Bessie
said, "Mamma, Billie made the best
est fairy in the world. Tie brought
you to me, my dearest wish."-Wash
ington Star.
THE OTTER.
In the Washington Zoological Park,
down next the beavers' quarters, are
two otters. People going to the brook
during the day must content them
selves looking at the otters, for the
beavers sleep all day, and do their
work after sunset. The otters are
always out, playing like kittens. Of
ten the visitors call them beavers,
but they would never again do so if
they could contrast the two animals.
Their point of closest similarity con
sists in spending much of their time
in the water. The 'otter is darker
brown and is a much more slender
animal. In fact, with its thick whis
kers, it looks not unlike a cat as it
swims about with its head out of the
water, says the Churchman.
When it drags its body upon the
bank one sees that the legs are short
er than a cat's, and the tall, which is
broad and strong, is flattened more
like a beaver's. It Is unlike the bea
er's in tapering toward the end, for
it does not need to use its tall as a
mason's trowel, as the beaver does.
In reality the otter is a very dis
tinct creature, not like any other an
imal. It is found all over the world,
and is much alike in a41 places. The
points of difference are not unlthe the
difference which exist between moe
in different parts of the world, blnig
mainly variations in color and alse.
They are much prized by trappers for
their fur, those of Labrador and CNa
ada being especially beautiful.
Once there were a great many ot
ters in England, but the little crea
tures were too fond of fish to please
the fishermen, so otter hunting with
dogs became a fashionable sport.
Hounds especially trained for that
purpose hunted down and brought the
otter to bay, and they were kiead
with long spears carried by the heat.
ers. In India and China the animal's
fondness for fish has been turned m
good account. In the former eoua
try it has been taught to drive hb
into nets, while in Chinc the otter is
allowed to go into the stream to catch
fish and is then drawn out by mas
of a rope held on shore. This Is a
very satisfactory way of getting fish
as the animal never eats its prey un
til it reaches shore, and thus it is so
cured in a perfect state.-Newark
Call. &I, . -
- CAMPING. "''F'-
A week or two before the Easter
vacation a friend and I decided it
would be great sport to use the frst
three days for camping somewhere.
The best place we could think of near
the city and yet away from "civillis
tion" was a small island a few hun
dred feet from the shore of Long Isl
and Sound, just south of New Ro
chelle. By good luck a conusln of mine
who camps out in summer had a teat,
two cots and cooking utensils, wlcbh
he was glad to let us have. In the
way of food we took a dose eggs
carefully wrapped, some baoon, lard,
and canned meats and vegetables.
We also took our rifles along, four
hundred bullets and fishing tackle.
On the first day (Monday) we ar
rived at New Rochelle at about 9.30
o'clock, and soon had our ontSt
stored in a good sized rowboat which
belonged to my frlend. In tfiteen
minutes the boat grated on a small
sandy beach of the island we were to
occupy. After fastening the boat we
found a good place for the tent, set
it up and found a safe corner for our
supplies. The fun we had for the
next three days would nearly fill a
book, and therefore I cannot say
much about it. We shot at targets
and floating bottles, caught fish and
had them at our meals, and on the
whole had the time of our lives.
George Cooper, in the New York Tr'
bune.
Robin's Nest, to Blrad in.
In a fold of the canvas covertig
of the Great Eastern Railway deliv
ery van at Blllericay a robin has built
her nest and laid three eggs. Nest
and eggs of course go the ronds
with the van for about ten hors
daily and the bird returns to the naest
when.the van reaches the yard again
at night.-Westminster Gsette.
More than 400,000 perons emi
grated from this country during the
year 1907. This is a much smaller
number than shown by the preview
year,