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I By HOLMAN F. DAY.
®^t?-v/^APT. SIMON SHIBLES, of Thomas
I, ton, Me., sitting before his favorite
H'v grocery store in the village square at
$M0:'.iMhome, used to scrape his gnarled finger
quizzically down the side of his nose
I mi: and declare that he did the thing as
easily as the scuttle-butt would roll
:V off the dog-vane. H6 wasn't afraid of
6'/ President Andrew Jackson and Presi
dent Andrew Jackson wasn't afraid of
But all of Capt. Simon's bluff and
naive assurance, wouldn't achieve to
day what it did in the informal days
of- Andrew Jackson, when the hedge
||i\' about the president of- the United
5j States was lower.
On one trip from Thomaston, Capt.
Simon, the heartiest skipper who
sailed past Owl's Head in those days,
carried lime in his two-master. He had
his mind set on a profitable venture,
but when he rounded at Baltimore, he
.found there half a dozen other Maine
y^: skippers, all with lime. Capt. Simon
did not stop to bother with that mar-
ket. He hoisted anchor and sails and
*k/K- posted to Alexandria. Two skippers
came after him.
"For," said one to his mate as they
swashed along, "old Shibles will sell
that lime, even if he has to tackle An
.5 7 drew Jackson himself."
a S on as a a
.V- he had business ahead of him. On
ji-i the morning after his arrival at Alex
andria he was out and away, dressed in
his best, ere the mariners that were
trailing him got their eyes open. Like
,most Yankee skippers of those days,
Capt. Simon wore white trousers and
•»v a long-tailed blue-coat. On his head
he balanced a" bell-crowned beaver, its
l1* brim very dose to the rims of his jut-'
*-4^. ting ears. He made his short jour
"to the Washington landing on a
"kicker," as the river stern-wheelers
were then dubbed. Out into the mar
ket he went to try to sell that lime.
He flew around from one dealer to an
other, his coattails streaming in the
wind.. But no one wanted his lime at
what he considered a decent price.
At last even that hearty courage of
his was daunted. He halted on a street
corner, lifted off his beaver and rubbed
his perspiring brow with a. big hand-
-kerchief that he dug out of the crown
.of his hat. Then he drew from a gaping
-pocket in his trousers a silver wateh
as big as his gnarled fist.
"Bein* as how this is the first time
il have ever had the chance," said he,
"an' no breeze stirrin' an' the tide
wrony an' business slack's a jib reef
in a calm, I do believe I'll run up an'
jV'pay my respects to President Andrew
I, Jackson of these 'ere United States."
INTEND TO GIVE EV'RTONE A
CHANCE ON THAT LIME."
It was still so early that the white
house servants were busy with dusting
and sweeping. Capt. Simon strode
across the portico flagging and en
& W intuition born of "sensing lo
cality" in the fogs of the Maine coast,
7^'^rh€"_Mtackted" -only a few times ere^he
fdund himself in the reception-room
the president's suite. A colored
*3} servitor was down on his koees rubbing
Hi up some andirons.
i$*! "I want to see President Andrew
Jackson," boomed Capt. Simon, in a
deep-sea voice. "Give me a tow along*
§^.S%lBide. will ye?"
x^rinTi-wiih-why. sah. de pres'dunt am
If ®not receivin', sah—co'se not, sah!"
iUtpkM "It may be early for presidents, but
t's pretty well into the shank of the
!^v•^||i|^Iornin, for seafarin'people. It's this
Nt^'S'^way, young man: In my case it's see
J, \k "^4 President Andrew Jackson now or
^^psE^^rbbly »STer, for I've got to be drop
down on the next tide. Hate to
-"bother him, but I've swung votes
in my place at home so's I've
right to pass the compli-
Omenta of the day with him. Guess he'll
£l§wants 'to see him an' see him right off,
in two hours the tide will be ebb,
1SS and Time an* tide wait for no man.'"
"The big mariner, with, his bell
hat and white trousers, who
ine if y? ask him. Trot along, now,
rand find out.**
'•& The roar of the skipper's voice and' j?
"the Muff authority in his manner hadT* am!
their effect on the servant. He got
/.^p, rubbing his knees, and asked:
'^1 "What am yo* name an'whaffuryo'
iwant to see de pres'dunt?"
-i "Thatain't none of your special busi
ness" bellowed the skipper. "But
can run along an' tell him—tell
-President Andrew Jackson—that Cap'n
simon Shibles, of Thomaston^ Me.,
iJ« «3*$ -Jun*
stood impatiently flapping the tails
of his blue coat, was an imposing fig
ure, yet the colored man was not con
vinced that even the rather lax white
house rules of those days would ex
cuse this early intrusion upon the pres
ident. He hesitated, looking dubious
ly toward a closed door. All at once
from the other side of that door came
"Show the gentleman in, Joseph."
It was the voice of President Andrew
Jackson. He had overheard the collo
quy. Indeed, so had every other per
son in the neighborhood. The skipper
was forthwith ushered into the pres
ence of the president.
Andrew Jackson was sitting before
the fireplace smoking a clay pipe, the
stem of which was as long as his arm.
He wore a figured dressing-gown
wrapped comfortably about his knees.
It was evident to the visitor that "Old
Hickory" felt at peace with all the
Capt. Simon took off his tall hat
with a flourish, and scraped his foot
back across the nap of the carpet as he
made his best bow.
"Good mornin', President Andrew
Jackson of the United States!" he said.
"I hope you find yourself well an'
hearty this mornin', sir. My name is
Simon Shibles, of Thomaston, Me., mas
ter of the TSphraim P. Hodges, lime
laden. I voted for ye, an' seein' as how
I happened to be in the city, I thought
I'd pay my respects. I'm round early
so as to catch ye before ye get settled
down to your day's job. I don't ever
intend to bother people when they are
The smile that wrinkled the plain
face of the president was appreciative.
"Sit down, Capt. Simon Shibles," said
he, poking his pipe-stem at a chair.
You say you are from Mairte, eh? From
Thomaston, Me? Ah, that is Gen.
Knox's old home! Let's see, he called
his mansion Montpelier, didn't he?
Spent lots of money there, eh?"
Then the president proceeded to
make many inquiries regarding the
old mansion and its surroundings. At
last Capt. Simon rose to take his leave.
As he stood brushing his beaver a dar
ing thought struck him. He cockecfhis
head, screwed one eye humorously
"Look here, President Andrew Jack
son, you don't need a cargo Of lime in
your business, do ye? I don't want
ye to think I'm cheeky, but just as
long's, business is business I intend to
give ev'ry one a chance on that lime."
President Jackson commenced to
chuckle. Then he looked at the bluff
mariner, who stood straddled resolute
ly befcure him, and laughed aloud. The
old wound in his side troubled him a
bit, and as he laughed he felt a twinge.
He pressed his hands against the weak
spot, leaned over and chuckled some
more, clutching the long-stemmed pipe
to his breast.
"Wal, ye see, I didn't know but ye
might have some, use for it," Capt. Si
mon added, apologetically. "Ye could
use It to plaster tother party, ye know,
or else it would be good to use when ye
bury 'em next election."
The president wiped his eyes on the
sleeve of his dressing gown and laid
down hisNpipe. He.surveyed Capt,
Simon with-most appreciative regard.
"He pondered.a bit and then said:
"It wouldn't surprise me if they need
ed a little lime at the navy yard about
this time. We'll See about it, anyway,
Hooking his feet along on the. car
pet, he dragged his chair to a deskjind
scrawled a note.
"Hand that to the commandant'^"
said the president. "Good day to you*
sir, and a "safe voyage to your, home."
Capt. Simon bowed his way from the
presence. His face wore a decorous
expression, but he was stifling a
mighty impulse to shout "Hooray for
President Andrew Jackson!"
When he read the postscript to the
note as he walked down the avenue,
the impulse was stronger, for the note
suggested at the end, "and pay a good
price." Suddenly he stopped short,
brought his palm to his forehead with
a great smack and growled:
"Wal, I van! I never can think of
manners when I want to. But I ain't
goin' to have Andrew Jackson think
I don't know 'em."
He trudged back to the -white house
and seized the arm of the first serv
ant he saw.
"You trot along an' tell President
Andrew Jackson," commanded he,
"thatin case he ever comes Thomaston
way I shall take it wrong if he doesn't
put up with me. Tell him Cap'n Simon
Shibles says so—he knows me."
Then he hastened to his schooner.
Just as the Hodges was drifting into
the stream that forenoon one of the
neighbor skippers hooked his arms
over the rail and shouted:
"Ain't ye makin' a short stop, Cap'n
"Done my business, all I come for!"
bawled back the skipper of the Hodges.
"Don't mean to say you've sold that
"Just goin' to deliver it now," said
Capt. Simon, sententiously.
"I swow!" roared the njther, lifting
himself upon the rail in order to hear
better, for the Hodges was swinging
fast on the brimming tide. "Who'd ye
"President Andrew Jackson, of these
'ere United States!" yelled Capt. Si
mon, and then he couldn't resist add
ing: "And that's the kind of a critter
Not Completely Pilled.
"Isn't this awful?" asked the com
man on the crowded
street car. "Isn't this awful? Why,
there are already 165 people on this
"It is awful," agreed the person ad
dressed, who was a street railway mag
nate. "It is awful. There ought to
be at least 20 more in here. I'll take
that.conductor's number and have him
on the carpet to-morrow."—Baltimore
WILL MARRY A PRINCE.
neantiful Baltimore Girl to Become
the Brlde of the Foarih Son of
the Kloc of Sweden.
News has been, received from Paris
of the engagement of Helen Gorman
Wild, of Baltimore, and Prince Eu
gene of Sweden, fourth son of the
king of Sweden and Norway, and
hitherto regarded as a possible heir
to the throne.
Miss Wild, a beautiful woman, Is
related to the famous Carroll family
of Baltimore. She is a devout Cath
olic, while the royal family of Sweden
is Protestant. She is an heiress in
her own right and is well known in
society in Baltimore, New York and
At first King Oscar objected strenu
ously to the match, principally on the
ground of the young woman's re
In the annals of Sweden there is
not a single instance of an alliance
of a scion of royal blood with a
Catholic. Perhaps in no country in
Europe is Protestantism so strongly
intrenched as in Sweden, and when
the romantic marriage of Prince Eu
gene was broached its possibility
was laughed at by the court entour
age. By his marriage Prince Eugene
will resign all right to the throne,
Catholic influence near the Swedish
crown being regarded as put of the
question, and the Sacrifice of a possi
ble throne for love invests the match
with a more than usual interest. The
present wearer of the Swedish crown
had for one of his predecessors Gus
tavus Adolphus, the "Lion of the
North," and the defender of the
At first, it is said, King Oscar
flouted the possibility of an alliance
between his son and an American
Catholic. The ardent lover was given
to understand that the marriage was
out of the question, and was warned
that if he persisted he would have to
renounce all royal rights.
It seems, however, that Prince Eu
gene had a potent ally in' th^ queen,
his mother, and through her influ-
HELEN GORMAN WILD.
fence the king was won over. She
pfersuaded the monarch to consent to
the match, urging that her son had
set liis heart upon it and that to pre
vent it might be followed by serious
conseijucnces. It is said that the
queen has determined to divide her
immense fortune of $25,000,000 be
tween her two sorts, Bernadotte and
Eugene. Miss Wild's fortune is large.
She will be the second beautiful
Baltimorean to win a royal husband,
the other being, of course, Miss Pat
ter sbni who married Jerome Bona
parte, brother of Napoleon I. In this
connection, however, it is interesting
to recall the fact that Prince Eugene
of Sweden is a descendant of one of
Napoleon's marshals, the famous
Bernadotte, founder of the present
royal house of Sweden.
Eugene of Sweden is one of the
most interesting princes in Europe.
Those who have followed his career
are not surprised to hear of the ro
mantic match. He is a handsome
young fellow, highly educated and of
artistic temperament. He has no
fads or vices, and from his youth has
been attracted toward serious and
The wedding, which will take place
soon, will be a private affair. It will
be celebrated in a little Catholic
church in Paris, in the Latin quarter,
where the pair have been accustomed
to attend service together. The cer
emony will be attended by intimate
friends of the pair, the king having
expressed the desire that the mar
riage be celebrated as quietly as pos
The Edge* of the Carpet.
It is the part of wisdom to examine
the edges of the carpet often in the
spring. If the carpet is not to be taken
from the floor remove the tacks, turn
back a half yard all around the room,
wipe the floor and spray with benzine
in the cracks or use a little carbolic
acid in the water. Then replace the
carpet, cover with a damp sheet and
iron with a hot flatiron. This will pro
duce sufficient heat to destroy both
the moths and all their larvae.
Mrs. Jones—They say capital is tim
Mrs. Brown—Yes when my hus
band has any he grows pale every time
DUCHESS OF BUCCLEUCH.
•iitreu of the Robea and Ex-Ofllelo
Prime Minister to the Queem
Few people have been busier in Lon
don of late than the stately dame who
is duchess of Buccleuch. As mistress
of the robes she has had her hands
about full for some time with the
care of Queen Alexandra's wardrobe,
not only for the coronation cermonies
next june, but also for the series of
evening "drawing rooms" to be given
by the king and queen during the year.
She is a sort of prime minister for the
The duchess of Buccleuch is one of
the greatest ladies in the kingdom. She
DUCHESS OF BUCCLEUGH.
was three times mistress of the robes
under Queen Victoria, and was "contin
ued in office" by the present queen
when she came to.the throne. As the
holder of this exalted position the
duchess has authority over the ladies
of the bedchamber and maids of honor.
Her duties as head of this illustrious
staff promise, however, to be less oi^er
ous under Queen Alexandra than under
thte late queen, for whereas Queen
Victoria always insisted on being ac
companied in all her movements by a
perfect swarm of. titled lady attend
ants, her successor dispenses with the
services of the maids of honor, con
tenting herself with the society of her
friend, Miss Knollys.
BEGINNING HER CAREER.
How a Girl Should Pan the lntereat
lns Period Between the School"
room and Altar.
When a girl begins her social career,
after completing her education, &he
finds the world far different from what
she expected. The schoolroom, is one
thing, the world another. She may
have been popular with her teachers,
because she was. a diligent scholar, and
carried off the. honors of the school.
But she finds that book knowledge does
not make her popular or successful so
cially. Some of the most -intellectual
people we have known have been
among the most disagreeable. A wom
an whose nature is aggressive, who
parades her knowledge before those
of inferior education, is an object to
be dreaded. Mere learning in a wom
an is never attractive. It is, on the
contrary, offensive, unless coupled
with feminine graces.. School learn
ing should sink into the character and
deportment, and only exhibit itself as
the perfume of a flower is exhibited—
in a subtle, nameless, and unobtrusive
manner. A woman's intellectual ac
quirements should not make her, talk
like an orator in daily life—they should
simply make her conversation gracious
and agreeable. Mathematics should ren
der her mind clear and her judgments
true her geographical studies should
teach her that the world is too small
for falseness to find a hiding-place
and history should impress her that
life is too short for unworthy ambi
tions. The time between the school
room and the "altar should not be a
mere liarvest-time of pleasure, but a
sowing time for all the seeds of kind
ness and self-sacrifice for others, and
of unselfishness and benevolence,
which alone can make her a happy wife
and mother.—N. Y. Weekly.
THE WELL-DRESSED GIRL.
Good Tnate, Skillful Fingers and In
dustry Often Accomplish What
Money Fail* to Do.
You may have an idea that the best
dressed girl is the one who spends the
most on her clothing, and that no girl
need consider herself well-dressed who
has to plan and scrimp and make over
continually. This is a mistake. Good
taste and skillful fingers can of ten-ac
complish what money fails to do.
The girl who does not dress to fit her
years is not well-dressed. For a miss
in her teens to wear gowns fashioned
as elaborately as her mother, and of
as expensive material, proves someone
in error, either the mother or the girl.
Form simple tastes, gfrls. Then you
will never be in doubt as to how you
shall dress your own gooO sense will
Some girls may have prettier dresses
than others, but there is no reason
why any girl should excel another in
neatness. A girl has herself to blame
if her shoes are a rusty color instead
of attractive black. It is not lack of
money, but lack of energy, that is
shown when a girl's shoe is minus
some of its buttons.
After all, it makes less difference
how a girl is dressed than she some*
times believes. To have a mind well
clothed and thoughts lovely and at
tractive, will do more to add to the
appearance of any -girl than can the
most costly fabric. Clothe yourselves
wit'i content, cheerfulness, and loving
thought for others, and, so your dress
he neat and fresh, you need have little
anxiety as to your appearance.-—Qirlt'
-s ..'A ^V-i^^Vv- t-i 'H
FIGHT TO A FINISH.
Rattler and Roadrunner Meet In Bat
tie Royal from Which the Bird
From a story in St. Nicholas we
take this exciting picture of a Texan
Harry, who was leading, stopped,
and motioned them to be still. A pe
culiar harsh staccato call came from
some bird in their front, followed by
another, and another. This was ac
companied by a steady sharp hum
ming, which reminded Balph of the
noise made by a typewriter when the
carriage is dragged over the teeth in
its rear. Peering cautiously through
a fringe of catclaw, they saw a' small
open glade not ten yards across, and
in its center a huge mottled rattle
snake was coiled, ring upon ring, its
wicked dark head raised six inches,
and waving slowly" to and fro. Its
small eyes gleamed like carbuncles,
and its tail vibrated so rapidly that
the tip could not be seen. It was in
an extremity of anger. Five feet
away, its head lowered nearly to the
grass, its bill extended, its wings half
raised, and sharply elbowed, a chapar
ral-cock hopped slowly up and down.
A battle to the death was on, and the
boys watched it strainingly, Harry
with never-failing interest, the broth-
READY FOR THE ATTACK.
era almost in terror. They had never
before seen the dreaded rattler.
Like a flash of light, the snake
launched itself forward, .and its head
struck the sward a good seven feet
from the spot where it had been
coiled but with equal rapidity the
cock had leaped a yard aside. No
human eye could follow this stroke
or its avoidance. One instant the
reptile was bunched, and the bird
nearly stationary. In half the next
instant the. reptile was at full
length and the bird out of danger.
It is the weakness of the rattler
that it must coil before it can resume
the attack. It endeavored immediate
ly to recoil, but was not fast enough.
With a lightning-like spring, the
paisano alighted squarely upon its
neck, two inches below its head. The
sharp bill descended twice. Then it
hopped' two yards away and uttered
a squawk of triumph. The rattler
threw itself into a spiral and struck
blindly its full length. This it did 20
times, coiling and springing with in
conceivable rapidity. Both eyes were
destroyed. Its thuds were audible
yards away. Always it hissed
venomously The increasing slowness
of its motions showed coming ex
haustion. Then, after a spring, it lay
stretched for a second or two. In
that time the chaparral-cock, which
had not ceased to dance about and
call loudly, fastened once more upon
its neck, and drove its bill into the
brain. There was a quiver of the
long body—no more.
^'That wiss worth looking at, eh?"
asked Harry, stepping into the glade,
and turning over the snake with his
foot. The road-runner instantly van
catbird, says the New York Trib
une, ranks high in the list of our
songsters, notwithstanding the catlike
Its song, though not very strong, Is
anfl may be heard at almost any
time of the day. When their nesit is threat
ened the owners call all the other catbirds
togetter, and each one tries to outdo the
other in remonstrance.
well made of sticks,
WmIIl jm* bits o£ bark
TRICKS WITH GAS JET.
It May, with the Moat Simple Meaaa,
Be Mad* to Dance, Speak, Sins
or Act Silly.
If you were to say that you could
make common gas dance, talk, sing
songs and play music, you might be
laughed at, and yet the ordinary light
ing gas can be made to do all these
things. If you like, you can perform
these and more tricks with gas and
ypu will need very simple apparatus.
You require a pinhole burner. This,
you can make yourself if you have a
THE DANCING GAS JET.
blowpipe, but if not you can get it
made easily and at a small cost.
To make it, get apiece of glass tub
ing and heat it in the flame, then draw
out the heated part until you have a
tube as small as a pin. Break it off at
its smallest part and you have a pin
Get a piece of rubber piping, which
you must attach to an ordinary gas
jet, the other end to the thick end of
the glass tube. When the gas is
forced through and lighted it will
burn in a long, thin flame.
If the room is quite free from
draughts and all present are silent,
the flame will be steady, but if a
watch is held near, it will wabble
and flare back and forth, keeping
exact time with the ticking of the
watch. If you will call out in a
loud voice it will leap to one side
as though you had frightened it, and
if you keep up a 'conversation in a
loud voice it will dance about as
though in excitement.
To make a gas jet speak, or to
cause it to transmit sounds like a
telephone, you must surround the
pinhole burned with a tin tube hav
ing a small hole in one end, through
which the burner projects a little
way. The bottom of the tin .tube
must be made to connect with a
speaking tube, which may be in an
other room or on another floor.
Speak into the tube, no matter
how far away from the gas burner,
and the sound has to escape through
the hole through which the burner
projects, and is, therefore, forced
against the base of the gas flame,
which is always more sensitive. The
flame will take up the wave sounds
and magnify them so that the words
can be heard all over a very large
room, and if you attach a phono
graph trumpet to the burner the
sounds will be still more increased in
strength and loudness.
To prove that it is really the gas
that does the talking, turn off the
gas and instantly the sounds cease,
though the person at the other end
of the speaking tube continues his
If you force the gas through a
square or wire mesh, very fine and
raised above the burner, by holding
alighted match above the wire gouze
the gas will burn only above it, mak
ing a conical flame.
If you sing or play, whistle or talk
on a level with the flame it will
dance in perfect time and you can
make it perform all sorts of antics
by changing from whistling to sing
ing, or from a funeral march to a
two-step.—N. Y. Sun.
A Long Time Coming.
It takes 1,000 years for a ray of light
to reach the earth from the Milky Way.
The nearest part of the Milky Way is
supposed to be over 5,000,000,000,000,
000 miles from us.
fine roots. The eggs, three to five la num
ber, are a dark greenish blue.
You are to paint the catbird a dark gray,
the crown and tail black, the under tall
feathers in bright reddisih brown legs and
feet, black and the eye black with oraaga
Paint nest brown, eggs a dark greenish
blue, trees Jn distance green, barn very
dark red sky. blue the tree
brown In Uu stadia^