. r . .a w- t i r 'i- " A .' lift i l ' .'
"Now, which cne?" asked Polly.and
the stood on tiptoe thut she might de
termine tho point.
Sho was a plump Polly.
Sho was a short Folly an.I tho man-tcl-pieeo
was a high one, so that thero
ws no other thing to do than to Maud
ou tiptoe while sho gazed ut two fact'
uud wondered, "Which one?"
Thoy wcro uot female faros, but
Polly, though young, was oil enough
to take a very positivo interest in nias
culino faces. Sue had already decided
which ono nho would liko to murry.
uud would sho have', been Burprined if
homo day, out of thut surface of paper
n the niMutel-piece, had brokeu a
voice, "Polly, my dear, aa I lovo you,
will you marry me?"
But he had mmatainod a fcrava i
leuco bcciuse only a picture, for which
reason nobody could claim credit for
uuusiual discretion of speech for a
man. Yes, dumb, dumb, and that
gave Tolly'd warm affection a chill.
Then he was her "first cousin Joe,"
and a kind of brother, was he not?
That ga?e ber marrying fever a still
colder chill. This young man was
very handsome. Ilis oyea were as ex
pressive as Polly's, and that is saying
h good deal. Her eyes were black,
soft and loving. Any one that had
eyes as handsome as Polly Ricker'c,
owned an excellent piece of property.
His features were very regular. The
lines of his mouth Bhowed firmneso,
yet tenderness, and Polly, first look
ing round to see if Aunt Nubby were
"peekin," had kissed tho picture the
very day of our story. Aunt Nabby
was not giveu, though, to "peekin'."
That very moment he was frying
doughnuts because Polly liked them.
The other picture on the mantel-piece
was that of an honest, reliable soul;
but Polly had' no affection for him.
She was a visitor under .the roof, and
in the two weeks that her visit had
stretched across, she had not learned
very much about the history of beings
whose only presence was that of pic
tures. Had not Aunt Nabby said that
this plain sensible faoe belonged to a
sailor, a young captain?
"Oh, the other is a seaman only ;
bnt I had rather nvirry a handsome
Bailor than a homely, stiff captain,"
was Polly's opinion.
- She was thinking that the handsome
eailor was only Cousin Joe. She hesi
tated a moment, kissed the photo
graph again and then went downstairs
to look out of a window fronting the
sea and to pity sailors.
Everybody in the neighborhood had
something to do with the Bea which
was only a bit of a way off and kept
pounding night aud day on the rocks,
making all the fuss it could to attract
s much attention as possible. To
keen this unruly sea in any kind of
1 V -
subjection every one must do some
thine. Uncle Rouuld Rickor was the
keeper of the yellow life-saving Bta
tion on tho rim of the gray sands.
Uncle Ronald was a big, burly,
ffnod-natured kind of a fellow. Aunt
Nabby was a slim, slender woman,
whose thoughts were quick-moving,
darting out like swallows' wings, and
her eye sparkled like a run of brook
water the day the spring has lifted the
lid of ioe covering it.
Said Uncle Ronald to Aunt Nabby
in the hearing of Polly at the window :
"I'd liko to have you, Nabby, clean
ap at tho station, if you will, sweep
round and so on. . Nothin doin there
in summer, but I want to keep things
sort of slicked up, and I'll 'low you
pay for it. I've got to be off to my
tatsr-patch t'other side of the back
i i II
"1 will, l'.ooal.L"
Ronald Rickor left tho room.
"Polly, hoou as I havo finished
these ere doughnuts-thencomo
on!" cried Aunt Nabby. "Wo will
run that life-savin' station this fore
noon. They hbull have a female crew
today. Yuu get tho brooms ready.
It is a worn-out thing down at tho
station. We'll bo lively and Bturt
A Binnrt but prightly Lroom-bri-gado
Boon charged on tho station and
cuptured it without difficulty. Win
dows were thrown up, tho broom eel
to whisking, and tho dust routed.
Tho living-room below, tho men's
heodipmrters by day, peedily was
Bvejt. Tho bout-room, with its appar
atus of Burf-boat and breeches-buoy,
life-car and Lylo gnu, rockets und sig
nal, received prompt attention, and
this floor also whs thoroughly swept.
Auut Nabby remained to do some
"cleunin' out" behind the door where
oue of tho other but less particular
crew had left a henp of dirt. Polly,
singing awiiy, went upstairs hopping
like a robin from step to step, laud
ing on tho threshold of tho masculine
crew's quarters by night.
"The beds look all right," said
oily, eyiug Bix iron beds, neatly cov
ered with beddiug and Bet in two prim
rows along the northern aud southern
walls of tho room. "Yes, they look
all right, but I know those men didn't
sweep under the bed". N-6, beforo I
sweep I'll take a look off from tho
ook-out on the roof."
This was a platform on tho roof.
railed about, and supporting a flag
staff. Here on clear days a watch was
kept by the surfmen. If noed be, a
signal could be run up to the top of
tho stuff, and any needy craft on tho
water promptly instructed.
uuess women s eyes can bpo as
quick as men's," murmured Polly,
"and wo will hove it bo today."
On her way up a short flight of
steps v tne Joouout biio nalted in a
ittle recess and examined tho box of
signals kept there. Since her arrival
he had been very much interested in
tho nignai department, and, instructed
by Uncle Ronald, felt that bIio could
now handle those signals aa readily as
the keeper himself.
"Don't I wish that Cousin Joe,
whom I never saw only in his picture,
were off on the water and needed
some signaling from the shore!'
if she bad allowed the promptings
of her heart and the signal vocabulary
permiueu, sne wouia nave at once
signaled, "I love thee, Joseph." But
he was just Cousin Joe, and repress
ing any demonstrations of Bpecial- in
tereBt, she lifted the scuttle in the
roof, threw it back, climbed upon the
platform, and looked off.
Her heart started up and began to
beat like a thresher s nail, for there
was a schooner flying a signal. She
knew what it meant. Was it Cousin
Joe off there? Whoever it was, a sig
nal of "distress" was fluttering abovo
the vessel. Should Polly run down to
get Uncle Ronald? Whon in summer,
during the season of closed doors aud
vacant rooms at the station, any dis
aster might happen on the water, the
proper procedure was to run for the
keeper and notify him. " At the head
of as many of the old crew as he could
gather from cornfields and fish-houses
the keeper hurried to tho station.oper
ating as might bo advisable. Uncle
Ronald, though, was off on a "tater
paten, a mile away. in. tne mean
tltA wt'lwtift TTftirns K(n(au nanvv
ducking their heads oue after the
other, could sink off this very station.
"Wasn't a female crew running this
station today?" soliloquized Polly,
"I'll answer that signal myself."
The Bchooner was so near the shore
that if her Bails had been set the ap
propriate siginul would have been thb
JD of the international code of sig
nals, "Yon are stauding in to danger,
bnt this vessel had dropped her can'
vas, as if meaning to halt anyway, and
then she had a suspicious look, as if
"i ll let them know they are rec-
oguized, and that they may expect
Llp," thought Polly, orkin,j swiftly.
Turning away from tLo stuff, at
whoso hcml now fluttered this signal
like a jouguo of rUeeriug fpun,
l'oll r rau down tho short itairwsy
into tho crew's night-quarter, than
down tho Mnir. dropping to tho
kitchen. a. 1 or in jerks:
Auutic iuicli t Dan-
Sho wns now
darting through tho
"(it your undo, Polly!"
"Too too far off! Come!"
And Nubby sprang after Polly.
"Let's take uucle's boat, Aunt
"We go off?"
"Yes yes! Youcnn row; bo can I."
"Good for ye!" cried Aunt Nabby;
I nm with ye."
They rushed uncle's boat down to
tho firm, nhelviog sands. They pullod
it through tho low-ruuuiug surf, and
soon wero alongside tho bchooner in
"Quick quick!" said a tailor,
bnuimiflr a box to tho vessel's rail.
Wo ruu on tho rock in the night.
lost our boat, though wo got off the
roc k, started a leak, " and havo been
Kcttlin' ever since-there, I'll go back
with ye. Then I'll pull, off and get
another load. Cup'u is in tho cabin
getting things 'up. lou sro good to
coma off women, too. Ready? Hum
now? All together. Pulll"
Tho boat was rowed ashore, tho box,
precious with papers and money, car
ried up the Bunds, and then the sailor
"Lemmo go back alone. I wilV
make moro room for the next load.
with cap'n or any one that comes."
i won t marry that captain, run
ning on a rock, thought 1 oily, "lie
must be stupid aud homely. Give mo
a handsome sailor."
Sho thought of Conain Joe and tbi
homely captain perched in state on tht
mantel-piece at tho house.
As if looking behind and discover
ing her thoughts tho Bailor remarked:
11 Mai tua mint oi our cap n
that we were on that rock, or nary
i it mi i
oooy s. inings win nappen, you
'I wouldn't marry him anyway,
silently resolvod Polly.
As the boat was rustling through
tho Kurf, Aunt Nabby taid:
"Now, Polly, we are the crew to
day you know, uud must do jest as a
crew does to the shipwrecked. IT
start a fire in the kitchen stove in the
station, l saw some couee and sugar
there in tho pantry, and I'll git some
milk and cake and biskit We'll fix
em. You watch by the ' stuff, as it
comes. ikest oi the crew is agoin to
Load after load was safely brought
from the schooner, which all this time
was settling. With the last boat-load
came the captain. Polly started when
she saw him step on the Bands. Why
hadn't she seen it while he was in the
boat ncaring the land? If Cousin
Joe's picture had left the mantel
piece, and, turning up, had stepped
out of the boat, nho could not have
been more surprised. This was Cousin
Joe himself. She sprang forward.
"Why, Cousin Joe, is it you?" she
cried, flying np to him, reaching ns
high as she could aud throwing her
arms about him.
"J I I " stammered the young
man, blushing, though not displeased.
"I I thank you with my whole
heart for helping us so nobly, but I
am not your Cousin Joe, sorry to
Not Polly's Cousin Joe?
"Why, why 1" she mumured.in con
fusion, starting buck.
Another voice, though, was speaking
somebody from the station and
'Dick Warner, I
ao ueciare ha, ha I uiau to see vo
hum! Polly, Polly.dear, come here I
This is Dick Warner."
"I thought it was Cousin Joe that
picture on the mantel-piece," 6aid
Polly, blushing and hanging low her
"No, no," screamed Aunt Nabby,
'You made a mistake. Cousin Joe is
t'other picture ha, ha! He'll be hum
Yes, the real Cousin Joe came home
soon, and just in tima to hear of the
engagement between a certain young
female surfman aud CapUiu Richard
Warner. New York Ledger.
Most Agonizing Torturo Ever Cor
ceived by Man.
Innocunt Persona Rurb'il Alive In
American lawmakers, Judges and
chief executives might learn many
things by studying tho methods iu
voguo in Persia. For instance, they
might learn how not to exeeuto criiu
inula, and they might study the ad
vantage, or lack of it, of executing
au innoceut man as a warning to the
Pivo men wero recently buried alivo
in plaster of Paris in tho province of
Shiraz, Persia, as a warning to high
way robbers who had been committing
depredations on tho road between Iiu-"
shire and Isfahan. Shortly after tho
murder of tho Shah a succession of
robberies occurred, and it was esti
mated that property worth half a mil
lion changed hands within a week.
Almoflt every day travelers wero
stopped, robbed even of their clothes
and then beaten with sticks.
11. 11 II. Ruhkn-ed-Dowleh, Gov-
ernor of Shiraz, concluded that steps'
must bo taken to stop tho robberies.
Ho could not catch them, but ho al
roady had fivo men in prison for re
fusing to pay taxes. Ho concluded to
exeeuto the five innoceut tax-dodgers
in order to frighten tho guilty high
waymen. One of tho most horrible modes of
execution in voguo iu Persia is known
as "Gatching." A hole is dug iu tho
ground to a depth of three or four
feet. A hollow pillar is erected abovo
this. Tho victim is then placed in the
hole and plaster of Paris poured in
around him and water added.
This mortur, known as gatch, Boon
hardens, swells and obstructs the cir
culation of the blood. The suffering
of the victim is awful words cannot
picture it. Death does not afford a
a welcomo relief for hours and each
minuto tho agony grows more in
tense. A correspondent of the Loudon
Graphic wituessed tho execntiou. Not
kuowing the fato in store for them tho
men walked to the place of execution
without fear, surrounded by a howl
ing mob. The mob was kept back
from tho torture place by a cordon of
"They were taken into a high-walled
carden. a guard being pluocd at the
entrance," writes tho correspondent,
"and in a short timo the riret to be exe
cuted was brought out Rouud his neck
was a steel collar with a chain, which
his guard held tightly .iu his hand.
Some one offered him a pitcher of
water, from which he eagerly drank,
and then, not knowing to what awful
death he was doomed, be walked calm
ly and without a word to his well. It
took nearly au hour to fill the well
with gatch, during all which time
the sticks of tne soldiers were in uso
to keep the crowd from pressing too
close and hampering the movements
of those employed with tho gatch.
"When the gatch became solid and
tightened on tho poor prisoner, his
yells were frightful to listen to, and as
thoy were carried over the walled gar
den, those waiting their turn realized
that the death to which they wero
doomed, so fur from being the pain
less one they had hoped fqr," was in
stead of a terrible nature. When,
three days later, I passed along the
road, I found capitals had been added
to tho pillars, covering the heads of
the poor meu, who had thus horribly
been done to death."
The correspondent says that the
Governorship of a state is held by the
man who makes the largest present to
tho Shah. As tho Governor collects
the taxes and must force the amount
of this present from tho people as
well us a substantial sum for himself,
tho condition of the peoplois pitiable.
Unless thoy struggle to raise tho
amounts demanded they are liable to
bo thrown iuto prison or they may be
executed at the pleasure of the Gov
ernor who has bought this office.
A Moderate Price.
"Isn't my wheel u beauty. It
"Why, I didu't know bicycles
cost that much."
"Oh, it cost only SoO, but I
the rest iu repairs."
Tli( (.III and Her Vocation.
"Uoforo any jMrl determines upon
outside training for outside woik
would sho imt d well to weigh and
measure strictly her capacity, oppor
tunity, need, and bo relntively sure o!
all?" inquires Mrs. A. 1. T. Whitney
ia tho Ladies' lfiiino Journal. "Are
J on rapablf, iu any mnikud and upe
rial decree, for ono particular pur
suit and use? Is it riKht aud feasible,
in tho apparent providential ordering,
thut you should take timo and moin-j
to lit aud equip yourself for it, and
then can yon reasonably expect ehanr
and scope to do your chosen errand?
Is thero need of others to meet, ix-e 1
of your own to supply? Ai.w.r
truly. Do not resolvn to bo this r
that because yon think it a pretty
thiug to be, i f because sotno one
olso has succeeded in it. It mij
have been her work, and yet not
bo yours. A young girl ouco
wrote mc, 'I havo set my heart on
being au authoress. If I cannot bo
ono my life will bo a failure.' Her
letter and tho specimens of author
ship inclosed, wero themselves argu
ment for, at least, very patieut study
and practice. Sho needed, also, to
ivo longer and deeper before nho
would find a trgo message to deliver.
I told her so, in tho solicited answer.
I toll them so; for this was only one
appeal of many. To you others,
who only have a little more time than
i it. .
money, and would imo sonieimug o
busy you and help fill your portemon-
naie, thero aro different things to say.
Comparo your need with that of
others before you take up occupation
that may be their livelihood. To in
trude into a crowded rank of workers
only to add a pleasure or an elegance
to your comforts would be extremest
fracture of the eighth commaudmeut.
Forbearance from this might leave
many a chanco open to real necessity,
which now is barred or neutralized by
cheapening competition. Make eu-
conscienco of this, as you would make
conscience against robbery direct."
A Remarkable Conscience.
"I'll tell you the queerest thiug you
ever heard," Baid Chief Dickiuson of
the fire department the other day,
"and it is a true story at that. Iu
18C1, toward the end of tho war, I was
at Fort Lincoln, at Washington, tho
leader of tho band of the 150th Ohio
Regiment. Tho war was hot, and, of
course, wo were all intensely interested
in the very latest wo could get about
it. Newspapers were scarce and when
wo managed to get hold of oue wo re
garded it as a treasure.
"Ono day 1 was fortunate enough te
get bold of a copy of tho Philadelphia
Inqnirer, which contained a lot of
war news. After I had read it I
handed it around among the boys, and
finally loaned it to a man named Brey
meier. Yesterday who Bhould walk in
tq my office but Breymeier, who re
turned the paper with thanks. lie
was looking over his old papers to get
information to assist the widow of au
old comrade in getting a pension and
ran across the Inquirer. What do
vou think of the conscience of a man
who would return a paper after all
that time?" Cleveland Leader.
Not Inviting More Collisions.
"No, sir,". Baid the man who had
wavered; "I won't learn to ride a
bicycle. I hud thoughts of trying it,
but I have just heard of a peculiar
trait in the machine thut caused me to
chauge my mind."
'I understand that when you first
try to ride, if you Bee anything yoa
especially wish to avoid, you're almost
certain to run into it."
"There's a good deal of truth in it."
"Well, that Bettles the wheel forme.
I have enough trouble with bill col
lectors as is it." Washington Star.
Wide Rings as Swell Jewelry.
Rings that cover tho finger from
the knuckle to the joint above are the
latest dusigus in the matter of swell
je welry. Their only disadvantage lies
in tho fact that the number worn must
necessarily be limited by the size of
one's finger. Moderate sizod diamonds
surrounding some single large stono,
or set just above it in a pear-shaped
group, form the usual setting.
Germany had 29,700 university stu
dents last terra, the law students out
numbering those otudying in. anj
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