TE -: TRUE - DE MOCRAT.
PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT
ýT. FRANCISVILLE, LOUISIANA.
In August, 1806, the GovernmeitK
coifed 2,650,000 standard siiverdol
lars, upon the coinage of st4iich the
Government made a profit of the dif
ference between the bullion value and
the face value of the pieces coined of
$822,027.
The terms "port" and "starboard"
were changed to "left" and "right" in
the German navy some time ago, and
the London shipping World says that
in the British mercantile marine the
technical terms are slowly giving way
to those which landsmen can under
stand.
Sumter, S. C., has established a sys
tem of income taxation. All employes
whose salaries are over $25 a month
a e to pay an annual license. Those
earning between $25 and $IO per
month must pay into the city treasury f
$5 a year, and those making more v
than $40 monthly are to pay $10. The 1
wage earners have engaged counsel to
fght the tax.
In the opinion of some who have
some in contact with the Czar of Bus- 1
nia it is neither knife nor bone nor
bullet that will send him to his ac
count. He will be .killed by sheer
fright. A weakling from the day of i
his birth, he never had any nerves
worth speaking of, and those he did
have are now gone. The autocrat of
all the Russias is as timid as a hare
and more tearful than a woman.
The introduction of electric ears on
the Chicago street lines has helped the
business of shoemakers in a rather
curious way. There is now a gong on
the cars under the motorman's foot,
and in order to strike it he must hit
an iron attamtnent with the heel of
his right boot, which causes it to wear
out about twice as quickly as the heel
on the other boot. Some motormen
operate the gong with the sole of the
boot, with similar results.
Booker T. Washington, of the Tas
kegee Institute, delivered an address
the other day before the faculty and
students of Trinity College, Durham,
N. C. This is the first instance on
record of a Southern white college in
viting a colored man to deliver an ad
dress. Mr. Washington says that he
and the half dozen colored people who
accompanied him were treated with
the greatest courtesy, and his address
was received with marked enthusiasm.
As he left the college grounds, the
students assembled on the campus and
gave him their college yell.
An Italian paper, La Luce Evangel
ica, of Newark, N. J., says: There
are about 1.000,000 Italians in the
United States. One-third of them are
settledin the principal cities. Halt
of these are laborers. Fifty per cent.
are illiterate. They are hard and
steady workers, very saving, and
anxious to improve themselves. When
they have no chance to work at their
own trale, they will accept any other
kind of work and any wages. The
Italians hate begging. Has any read
er of this ever been stopped by an
Italian asking for "a nickel!" In the
records of charitable institutions are
very few Italian names.
The horror of being buried alive is
4ith many people so great that they
leave instructions for some small mn
tilation to be inflicted upon them
when the breath has apparently left
them, so that assurance may be made
whether they are really dead or not.
But, thanks to the X rays, a Chicago
physician claims to change this. He an
nounces, says the Photographic News,
that those rays will determine posi
tively whether real death has occurred.
Dead flesh, he says, offers more re
sistance to the penetration of the rays
than living, and a glance at the radio
grapl of the person would determine
- whether it was that of a corpse or
not.
It is said that in Leipsic, Germany,
a paper is published weekly which is
devoted almost exclusively to matri
mony. That is to say, exclaims the
New York. Telegram, its purpose is to
bring people together, young or old,
that they may find out whether they
are suited to each other or not; had,
whether it's a bargain or not, the
editor of course gets his little fee. It
is a kind of auction room where goods
'are for sale 3o the highest bidder.
You send your name and a description
of yourself,to the paper with "Enolosed
please find money order for so an
so," and it is published. If it strikes
the %ancy of any of the applicants of
the other sex, an exchange of photo.
graphs takes laoe, and there youiae.
SONG.
If love were not, the wilding rose
3Vould in its leafy heart incloso
No chalice of perfume. ,- '
By mossy bank, in glen o rarf ' e
No bird would bui~hrflove were nor, a
No flowE complacent bloom.
hftasdset clouds would lose their dyes. t:
a light would fade from beauty's eyes,
The stars their llres consume, ,
And something missed from hall and cot
Would leave the world, if love were not, d
A wilderness of gloomn!
-Florence Earle Coates, in the Atlantic. C
ELLEN,
r
BY MINNA STANWOOD.
RS. ANGIER often t
said shereallydid
not know how she
.o *~ ever came to take
Ellen, and those
who knew them (1
S" both wondered c
too. For Mrs. t
Angier was sharp, d
prim and elderly,
and Ellen was-
well, the last girl c
ill the world that a
one would suppose could suit Mrs.
Angier. When Ellen stood before her 1
with her great frame drawn to its full s
height and fixed her expressionless C
blue eyes on her face, little Mrs. An- O
gier said she never knew what to do. C
This must have been a novel mental
condition for Mrs. Angier who had
always ruled her household, which had I
hitherto consisted of her daughter, e
and her one maid, with'a rod of iron. d
Her traits were so well known that the ¬
girls in the Select Employment Office
always shook their heads when invited t
to go and talk with Mrs. Angier, and I
never took the place except as a last
resort, But Ellen, the Swedish girl,
was not afraid of Mrs. Angier nor of e
her work, and from the day she set I
her ungainly feet in that lady's house
to the day she left to go to live with 1
Mrs. Angier's daughter in the city I
there was no trouble.
"I get the meals, I wash the clo'es,
I clean up, clean up, clean up. What
more you want? I ain't no slave to
work all time I" blazed Ellen, one af
ternoon when Mrs. Angier attempted
to expostulate with her for sitting so
cosily in the kitchen crocheting her
endless cotton lace. There was a dull
red flush on the girl's high, bare brow
and Mrs. Angier retreated from the
kitchen with barely a trace of her
usual prim dignity.
It was Ellen's gospel to which she
lived religiously that there was a time
for everything, and that everything
should be done in its time. She got
the meals by the clock, utilizing pro
visions to an extent that surprised even
prudent Mrs. Angier, did certain work
on a ertain days, week in and week
out, and every one said that Angier's
spicl span .house had never been in
such a statg of spick span-ness as
during Ellen's reign. But she was a
law unto herself, and this was the
sharp thorn in the side of Mrs. Angier
who had always found the greatest joy
of her life in directing every least
movement of her maid. She always
experienced supreme delight in order
ing any portion of the work done
over, andl in the almost inevitable al
tercation which followed. But she
would never dare tell Ellen to do any
thing over-indeed, there was no
need.
But Mrs. Angler's occupation was
gone. She felt like a boarder in her
own house. A boarder, too, who was
treated with a sort of half antagonistic
toleration. If she would prefer gra
ham gems instead of corn muffins for
breakfast, she never dared say so, for
she was afraid of the way those wide
eyes with the lashless lids would stare.
She thought of speaking to the min
ister; even of broaching the subject
before the Dorcas Society, never
dreaming that that body found,the
tyranny under which she lived the
choicest topic of conversation before
her arrival.
One morning Mrs. Angler, with a.
letter in her hand, entered the kitchen
where her maid was noisily washing
dishes. Although Ellen had never
broken or even chipped a dish each
click of the china touched a tender
spot in Mrs. Angier's soul, and shb
spoke sharply: "Ellen, I wish you
would be more quiet."
"Ain't I quiet?" demanded Ellen,
facing around.
"Oh, yes, you are. Bunt about the
dishes, I mean," faltered the mistress,
avoiding the eyes. "Oh, Ellen, I
came to tell you that I have a letter
from my daughter, Mrs. Morrill, say
ing she is coming to make me a visit.
She will be here to dinner. I wish you
to get her room readsy."
Ellen had resumed her dish washing
and made no response.
"Did you understand, Ellen?" ques
tioned Mrs. Angler, fearing the girl
was displeased with the news.
"Mas'am?" returned Ellen, lifting
her head.
The tone implied such perfect comru
prehension that Mrs. Angier left the
room without further remark.
When the station carriage contain
ing Mrs. Morrill stopped before the
house Ellen appeared, quietly put lit
t!eMrs. Angler aside,, went down. the
walk and relieved the visitor of her
traveling bgss.
"Ihat feller on the . waggin'a
dumb !" she remarked, eastw~ig a.wra4h;
ful look st the driver, who ~we-kar
ing the two with ehes,
his seat on the bo1. t
ain't hap i shq
" Yoe
rr
Ellen's brow·;'s she said, "Why, you i
are blonte, and she's-eak !" n
r2Mfen stood by and watched almost
greedily whilte the ladies embraced,
and followed awkwardly when they
entered the house with their arms t':
around each other.
"Would you take them up to my s
room, Ellen, please? One at a time if
they're too heavy for yea." I
"I could take you too," returned 1
Ellen, starting on.
"How odd she is, Mamma. Where d
did you ever get her?" exclaimed E
Mrs. Morrill, dropping wearily into a c
chair. t
Mrs. Ang:er closed the door softly.
took a chair beside her daughter and c
poured out her tale of woe. n
There was something so extremely 1
ridiculous in the idea of her deter
mined little mother living in subjec- a
tion to that rawboned, gawky girl, a
that Mrs. Morrill laughed outright c
several times during the narrative.
"I never heard anything so funny i
in all my life. But don't fret, Mamma
dear, such an unnatural state of things I
can't continue. Affairs will adjust c
themselves, somehow, see if they 3
don't."
"But you haven't an idea what she i
is," objected Mrs. Anglier, patheti- I
cally, whereupon her daughter laughed
again. E
Mrs. Morrill became'an object of f
intense adoration to Ellen, who let i
slip no opportunity to show her re- I
gard. The house was kept in perfect I
order, and Mrs. Morrill's room re- I
ceived many extra touches that kept t
it in a delightful state of daintiness. i
But it was upon the cooking that El
len expended her supreme efforts, and I
each successive meal had some unusual
delicacy to surprise and please the a
guest.
Mrs. Morrill received the girl's at
tentions'good-humoredly, and spoke
many words of kindness and sympathy
which never failed to bring to the
girl's face that unpleasant flush which
always appeared when she was much
moved.
One evening Ellen knocked at Mrs.
Morrill's door, and without waiting to
be hidden entered the room.
"I knowed you was crying," she
said, hoarsely. "What's the matter?"
"Ellen!" exclaimed Mrs. Morrill,
angrily.
"Don't be~mad," said Ellen, calmly.
"You cry every night you do be here."
Mrs. Morrill raised her tear-stained
face and regarded the girl with a min
gled look ot amazement and terror.
"Is it her?" demanded Ellen.
"Her!"
"Yes, her !" repeated Ellen with an
energetic jerk of her thumb toward
her mistrebs' room.
"Mamma? O, no !"
"Then tell me!" cried Ellen, fling
ing herself to her knees before Mrs.
Morrill, and clasping her arms around
her. "Tell me who's the dumb thing
tills I kill um."
"You frighten me," exclaimed Mrs.
Morrill, recoiling from such violent
sympathy.
"I won't hurt you. But I'm goin'
to settle your hash. Who is it now?
Vill I have you sitting roun' crying
out those eyes? You what spoke
vords kine to me. You only vun. I
guess not. Think I'm dumb?"
"You are very kind, Ellen, and I
thank you, but my unhappiness you
can't do anything to lessen," spoke
Mrs. Morrill, sadly.
Suddenly Ellen stood, and demand
ed, sternly, "Where's your man?"
"My man?" repeated MIrs. Morrill,
in amazement, "Oh, you mean my
husband? I haven't any now-I fear."
"Whatis that?" with a thrust of the
hand toward a photograph on the
bureau.
"Yes, that's Mr. Morrill. But-why,
really, Ellen you have no right to
catechise me in this way."
"Yee, I have. Go on! Go onl"
But Mrs. Morrill arose and threw
herself at the bed-side in a passion of
weeping.
Instantly Ellen was beside her clasp
ing in those great arms the quivering
form of the woman she loved.
"There a, there a, there a, therd a,
there a," she said, soothingly,
"Notting's vorth it. No, no, no!
No, no l"
And because she didn't know what
else to do Mrs. Morrill sobbed out on
that broad breast the whole story of
her misery. How with the love of her
happy girlish heart she had married
her husband, and had tried, for his
sake, to live with his people, who de
spised her simple, unfashionable ways,
and treated her meanly; but at last,
thinking her husband, too, had turned
against her, she had left them all and
came home to stay. How she had
newer told her husband her intention,
and had not the courage to tell her
mother, and how wholly miserable she
waS.
"You shut up now, and go to bed.
There's a girl of the name Ellen got a
hand on this. You fine it out " and
with these extraordinary words the girl
left the room.
Presently she put her head in the
,door an4 asked:
'Nam Tom?"
"Why, Ellen, what differenoe can it
mdke? sk name is Thomas G. Mor
rill."
"Tom. IAll right. Go to bed."
The nex morning the. youth in the
elegantly Appointed law office of Mor
rill & Gates, handed the senior partner
a telegzm addressed to "Tom Moril."
The s~persoriptaon so .surprised Mr.
Morfii that he raised an enquirinug
i~ole'to his clerk, on whose face the
" of amusement quickly gave plyce
leof tanognoern.
tine ,pefh the envelope, Mr.
-e he following:
'a dyling. Cometo huston.
e , , ELLEN.
"natggX of the mes
'ysy,and Mr. Mor
ext train, .with all
,dfrom the train at
p.posohed by a wo
.oportion who suai
in decided tones; "Yon're him I He!
man."
"May I ask your name, Madai'"
"Vv, of course. I'm Ellen." l
S"I really can't say that I'm much
the wiser for that information, replied
Mr. Morrill, who began to think him- ,
self the victim of some practical joke.
"Don't be mad. Come along," re
sponded the girl,' cheerfully, taking
possession of Mr. Morill's satchel.
"No, Ilug it. Vat you tink? She
dying? I said that to make you come.
She might could die. She might
could cry those eyes out, an' spoil
that pooty face. You care?"
"If you mean my wife, certainly I
care. But I confess the whole thing'.
a great mystery to me," replied Mr.
Morrill, regarding Ellen suspiciously. G
"You'llfindit out. Sherunned away
an' then got sorry again. How you let a
all them wimmeus sass her? Pooty
capers if the do be rich hrugs."
"Run off? Of whom are you talk
ing?"
"Mis' Morrill. A pooty one like
her ain't going to stan' a peck o' cats
,iawin', You line it out. Here take
your truck. I go this way."
And Ellen thrust Mr. Morrill's bag
into his hand and disappeared down a
side street.
The intimation that his wife had run
away from him was a great surprise,
and atý;gether alarming, and caused
Mr. Morrill to take a review of his
brief married life as he walked slowly
toward the home of his wife's girl
hood. Although he thought her choice
of a confidante in rather questionable t
taste, and wished she had seen fit to t
take a different course, he was forced
to admit that his mother and sister t
were rather trying, and he found him
self saying, "Poor little girl," as he
turned into the familiar path to the
house.
He was not surprised that Ellen i
should answer his ring, nor amused by
the ceremony with which she ushered
him into the parlor and asked the
name, for he began to be touched by a
reflection of his wife's misery.
Mrs. Morrill was so overcome by
Ellen's tidings that her husband was
in the parlor waiting for her that she
could not control herself suficiently
to go down. With deft fingers Ellen
touched up the bright hair, and
slipped a fresh handkerchief in her
belt, then drawing Mrs. Morrill's
hand through her arm, took her down
to the parlor. As she softly closed the
door, she heard Mr. Morrill say with a
world of tender reproach in his voice,
"Lucy I" and her 1::ce mantled red as
she said to herse!f, "That'll fetch hv'r.
'Twould me.lt's all right now. Uto
cat don't fine it out."
The outcome of it wan that young
Mr. and Mrs. Morrill hadl a honiie of
their own in which Ellen served a be
loved mistress in all the fidelity of
her strange, warm heart. Mrs. Angier
heaved a sigh as of a slave set free
when she saw the carriage door close
upon Ellen's broadl back, and descend
ed upon Ellen's successor. - Tho
Housewife.
Blenhleim's ANew Pet l)og.
The Blenheim spaniel is in the as
cendency now, with the grandest
dames in the English aristocracy, who
tancy canine pets. And to the Van
derbilt duchess of the house of Marl
borough belongs the credit for restor
ing him in favor. Nearly every one
knows that the curly haired little
spaniel had for its ancestor a dog of
unknown antecedents, who had the
good sense, as well as the bravery, to
frisk at the heels of "Handsome" John
Churchhill, ihe first Duke of Marl
borounh, during the entire battle of
Blenheim, which won for the general
dukedom. Churchill was affected by
the little spaniel's attention and devov
tion, and henceforth adopted him as
the canine pet of his household.
Lillian, the previous Ducheos of
Marlborough, did not, it seems, take
to the little doggie. But the present
Duchess has been reading up on the
past of the Churchill family, andwhen
she found out the connection of the
little spanielwitih the history of the
house, she adopted it as her favorite
lap-dog. She carries it with her on
her daily drives and other fashionsa
ble women of London have approved
of the revival and there i. now a con
stantly increasing demand for the lit
tle spaniels.
Sequence iu Dlreams.
Dreams are curious things. About.
a week ago a West Philadelphia girl
dreamed that she lost her watch, and
Sin the morning she looked in the place
I where she always put her timepiece,
I to discover that it was gone. This, of
I course, led her to believe that some
,one had actually stolen it, and that
she was not dreaming, but was merely
3 in a half sleep. With this dishearten.
ing suspicion the crestfallen young
woman told her brother of the affair.
SThe brother had to visit variouspawn-p
L shops and station houses, give a care
1 ful description'of the costly article,
and was kept hustling around about
a three or four days vainly endeavoring
to get a clue. But he finally aban
doned all hopes of recovering the lost
t treasure. In the evening of the very
- day that her brother discontinued the
search the fair loser of the time-piece
had another dream. This time she
e dreamed that before retiring she had
hidden her watch in a shoe in the bot
r tom of a closet. After rising next
" morning, merely out of curiosity, she
Swent to the place designated in her
g dream, and to her amazement there
e beheld the innocent timepirle.-Phil
e adelphia Record.
. Took Seven Bullets to Kill This Bear,.
While surveying a tract of land in
SPlunkitt's Creek Township, Penn., G.
SB. Fry and Joseph L. Bobst enconn
-tered a large black bear. A revolver
wi a this they put seven bullets into
bruin.
t/ The bear fought furiously, but wu
I killed finally. The beai weighed 200
r pounds dressed.-New York Press,
j_.. . -;~::t:_- · - ,·-:s~ . ^,;' ··,:~
BUDGET OF FUN.
IlUMOR US SCKETCIIES FROM
\ _~IOUS SOURCES. U
nuc o: uuestnuts-H-urt Him-Just t
Like cer-Worked Both Ways-
ills :'refeernce-Dldn't Doubt
I -Rebuked, Etc., Etc.
"''cre :lrA no jokes like the old jokes,i'
Sad the hlnmorist blithe and gay. n
"And the jokes that now lind favor p
'.,eikaed the folks of another daly." la
-Philadelphia North American.
CI
,UST LIKE HER.
I:e-"She asked me what color of
hair I liked." tl
She--"That's just like Maaude; she's c,
always so anxious to please."-Puck.
HURT HIM.
"I heard to-day that Jennie had h
thrown over Jack." j
"I pity Jack. You know Jennie was
centre rush on the Vassar eleven."
Brooklyn Life. a
WORKED BOTH WAYS. ]
"I hear you are going to marry
Jack tcatterly - congratulations, b
dear !"
"But I'm not going to marry him."
"Congratulations. '"-Truth.
HIS PREFERISNCE. '
Mother-in-law-"Don't you know
that cropping your hair so tight as
that will make it fall out."
Son-in-law-"Oh, yes; but that's
the way I prefer to lose it."-Judge. SI
g
HIS FIRST ATTACK.
His Fiance (with enthusiasm)- y
"And were you ever in a real engage
ment, Major?"
The \1ajor (misunderstanding)
"Never before, Ij assure yot."-De- e
troit Free Press.
1
NOT IF THEY KNOW IT.
Mrs. Grumpey-"Wby don't wives i
rise up and make their husbands stand j
around?" 1
Grumpey-"Because men never
propose to that kind of women."
Detroit Free Press.
FIGURING ON THE FUTURE.
"'How did you dare tell father that
cu have a prospecct of $100,000 a
ye:.r?" she asked.
"Why," he answered in righteous 1
indignation, "I have-il I marry you."
- Yashington Star.
DtID'r LOUBT IT.
Dismal Dawson-"I'm trying to git
back to me pore old mother. She ain't
seen me lace for ten years."
The Offensive Plutocrat-"I guess
tlhat is the truth. Why don't you wash
it?"-Indianapolis Journal.
INCONSIDERATE.
He-"Of course that insignificant
Count De Costly came over hero for a
rich wife."
She-"Yes, and papa had to make
an assignment two days after I met his
grace."-Detroit Free Press.
REBUKED.
Father (wishing to impress the les
son)--"Now, my son tell me why I
punished you."
Son (sobbing)--"That's it-you've
flogged me, an' now you don't know
what you done it for."--Tlt-Bits.
A PRE SPART.
"aave you paid my hill at Chint &
Chally's yet, dear ?" said Mrs. )Darley
to her husband.
"Yes, love."
"Good! Then I can begin to work
up another. '- New York Journal.
IEASON TO BE.
"Why are you looking so glum?"
asked the tirst author to the second.
"I sent a manuscript to a measly
editor, marked 'at your regular rates,'
and he sent it back with a schedule of
his advertising prices."-Town Topics.
SHE DID lT.
Young Husband--"\Whe e in thun
der is that plug hat of mine?'
Young Wife-"You know that you
said it needed ironing?"
"Well, dear, I ironed it."-Detroit
Free Press.
AN EXCITING GAMEt
Mamma-"Oh, Billy! Don't you
know it is cowardly to strike your lit
tle brother ?"
Billy (indignantly)-"I'm not act
ing like a coward. I'm pretending
I'm his papa, and I'm punishing him."
-Harper's B3azar.
SATISFACTION.
Mrs. Fraser--"Only think, doctor,
they say that peor Grimraton was
buried alive."
Doctor Jalap-"That's what comes
of employing an irregular practioner.
No patient of mine was ever buried
alive."-Boston Transcript.
HE HAD.
They were all startled to hear that
the cashier had bolted with at least
$15,000.
"Such a nice fellow," said Mrs.
Fulleylove, "and such a pleasant ap
pearance."
"And such an unpleasant disap
pearance !" replied her grumpy sponse.
-Tit-Bits.
NOT BESPONSIBIL FOR CONSEQUENCES.
Brown--", Welsh rabbit is a nice
sort of dish for a man in your condi
tion I I thought you were under treat
I ment for dyspepsia?"
SSmith-"Im following instructions
to the letter. The doctor mentioned
I dozens of things that I was not to eat,
but he never said a word about Welsh
rabbit. "-Puck.
AN OBSERVANT MANi
Mr. Bellefield-"Doesn't the
for office usually settle 'in the h
Mr. Bloomfield--"How did y;
that idea?"
Mr. Bellefield-"I havenoticedti
the only remedy for that sort of
is a lively scratching at the poll
Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph.
TIIETR LITTLE VANITIES,
F!ossie-"I wonder why Hal`.
not sit with us this morning, pI
pose it is because I was cross with 'lahti
last night."
Millicent-'"Tisn't that. It'es
cause I flirted with Tom S1mkino y
terday, lust to tease him."
Doris-"Absurb ! I know very welt
that if you two girls weren't here he'~:
come and sit by me directiy,",_~p5- .
THE CAUSE OF HIS ADSENCa,
"Does Shacknasty Johnson live naeat;
here?" inquired a traveler who pwai
journeying across the Oklahol~m
prairie.
"Nope, replied the man addressued:=
a gray-whiskered old fellow, who b d
come out to the barb-wire fence ini
sponse to the stranger's hail.
"Well, do you know where he oan:
be found?"
"''Nope."
"Dear rue. I must have lost miy
way. Can you tell me where, .Mr:
William Hoon, familiarly known ma
'Old Grizzly Bill,' lives, thon?" '::
"I reckon so." h :,
"Where is it?"
"Right yere; I'm Hoon."
"Indeed ? Why. they told me at ti"
settlement that Johnson lived withi
gun-shot of you."
"He did; that's the reason he hais'ti
yere now."--Puck.
"A Little honsense Now and Thei;:
"Boys, be wise; here edmes a fooll
exclaimed a great theologian, as hoi
stopped jumping over chairs with ihe
lads, when a solemn friend, who wM
afraid of his dignity, approached.'
"You don't know the luxury of play:
ing the fool," said Lord Chancell6o
Eldon when he was larking abonut i
his own house.
"You are a father, signor, so w
shall finish our ride," said HenrylV
of France, when the Spanish Ministe
found him with his little son ridig
round the room on a stick.
Dugald Stewart, the philosopher
was once found by a friend trying to
balance a peacock's feather on
nose. His competitor in the game
none other than Ptitriok Fraser '1'yIe
the historian.
Fairaday regularly played marble
and ball with his little boys, and took'
part in children's charades, playi='
once the "learned pig." :
William Pitt delighted to rompwi
children. He was once playing it
his nieces and nephews, who wer
struggling amid much laughter t'
blacken his fate with a burnt cork
In the midst of the fun two cabit
ministers were announced. He woul
not give up the fun at once, andi
the fray he did get his face blaokead
"Now I must attend tothi
grandees," he said. A basin wasi
fetched and the prime minister wahed
his face, hid the basin, and had the
cabinet ministers shown in. ::
I once know a famous physi
'who delighted in the performanoe
Punch and Judy, and was himselfa ui
a successful mimic of Punch tt1iS
once saved a patient's life by t
great drollness of his imitation. Th
patient was suftfering from a swelli
in the throat and the doctor, tnrpa
his wig, suddenly appeared at thebed
side with his voice and expression o
Punch. The sick man laughed.'a
heartily that the gathering broke and
a complete cure resulted."-Atllni
Constitution.
She Diedl ot Gilanders.
* Mrs. Robert Starks, wife of a renoe
living between Poway and Olivenhiibs
thirty miles north ofgSan Diego, ol~i
was standing beside a team of here
while her husbaind was unhitchi
them when one of the animals nees
blowing saliva into Mrs. Starks'fse
and upon her hands. She wiped t|
spots off and washed her hands I
face and thought nothing more abo3j.
it. Two days later she began to
for fearful agony, with every symt'
indicating poison by glander'.
animal did not show signs of the "I
ease, but as soon as the doctors
nounced Mrs. Starks's malady uaiIj
dors the animal was killed and buardb
Mrs. Starks's sufferings grew :W
constantly, and, though the best: '
medical assistance was given, she co
not be relieved unti! death came. T
doctors said there was no doubt uat
the affection, as every sympteom
Spresent. Mrs. Starkswas only thi
five years of age and in perfect helt
During the last two days of her s
ings she repeatedly asked for ano
that would bring death to her re
,The glands of her lower jaw ye.
s frightfully swollen, and there Wi
continuous discharge of poi5s
5 mucus matter verydangerous t.~
attendants.--San Francisco hrohiI
A Rain of Shrimps. "
The early visitors to the park Fui
morning witnessed a strange ps
t menon. Thousands of little ha3
t covered the walks on the site of
Midwinter Fair grounds. Theli
I Superintendent McLaren b)lu
were carried there from the ocea?
the high wind which blew last T
day night. The distance from1
ocean to where the shrimps lay isf
three miles. The little fish were'k
dently lifted out of the water 7asd
ried through the air by the wind
e they reachdd a milder current of~
- and fell:to the earth. Suchb ooen
are not ancommon off the caOs
Scotland. Larger fish ale lifted
a of the water during heavy gJsa
d carried many miles inland. T
I, the first time, so Mr. McLarens
h that it has happened here.--'Sa
.oisco Examiner.
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