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CENTRAL DIVIBIONs
On and after May 31st, 1902, trains will run
as follows:
LEAVE GOING SOUTH.
Stations. Pass |Paßß.|Pasß.;Pasß
A. M. |a. M )a. M.jp, M
Philadelphia, Broad Bt .. 7 16 4 92
Ohadd’s Ford Junction,. 8 23 6 4o
Mendenhall 8 32 5 48
Kenuott 8 43 6 67
Avondale,. 8 68 6 Ctf
West Grove, 8 69 6 12
Lincoln, 9 13 6 25
Oxford 606 745 921 632
Nottingham, 612 763 9296 4^
By 1 mar 616 768 934 647
Rising- Sun, 6 3 804 9416 63
Oolora 627 810 947 659
liberty Grove 081 816 962 704
Bowlandville 636 810 966 710
Ootoraro Junction, 638 822 969 714
Port Deposit 648 832 10 09 726
Perryvillo 700 841 10 21 738
Baltimore 8 21 10 24 11 28 8 4o
Additional trains leave Broad St. tor Oxford 11.12
a. m.. 2.60 and 6.19 p. m.; Suuday 0n1y,7.66a. m.
7.01 p. m. and 11.43 p. m.
LEAVE GOING NORTH.
Stations. Pats. (Pass (Pass.l Pass.
A. M./A. M*>. M l_P. il.
Baltimore,(Union Stat’n) 410 802 308 426
Perry ville 636 913 400 616
Port Deposit 648 926 4 12 627
Ootoraro Junction, 65b 936 427 63?
Bowlaudviile. 100 931 429 *6 39
Liberty Grove, 106 943 434 644
Oolora, 110 960 439 849
Rising Sun, J l6 9SI 446 667
gylmar 123 10 03 462 703
Nottingham ’2s 1099 467 708
Oxford ’SO 10 26 506 716
Lincoln ’ 41 10 Si 6 12
Weat Grove 10 46 6 26
Avondale 903 10 62 6 31
Kennett *J? 11 02 6 41
Mendenhall 840 1111 6 61
Chadd’a Ford Junction.. 11 17 6 67
Philadelphia Broad 8t... 944 12 20 702
Trains leave Oxford for Philadelphia at 620
a. m. and 218 p. m. Market train leaves
Rswlandville Tuesdays aud Fridays at 8.30;
Liberty Grove. 8.35: Oolora. 8.44; Rising Sun, B.ou.
Bylmar, 9.06; Nottingham, 9 18; Oxford, 10.00 a.m,
arriving at Sooth St. 2.63 p. m.
Sunday train eaves Oxford at 6 66 arriving in
Philadelphia at 9.12 a. m-; and 6.10. arriving in
Phiadelphiaat 7.69 p. m.; Saturday only, 9.2 b p. m.
, B. HUT3HINSON, J.B.WOOD.
Qm’l, Manager, Gen. Fnu’r Agent,
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VOL. XXV. RISING SUN, CECIL COUNTY. MD., FRIDAY, JANUARY a, I;><):}. NO.
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CAPTAIN BREEZE was of a
suspicious nature. He was
more. He was both truculent
and suspicious, and because
of the latter quality he was much
given to indulging himself In the for
mer. It was said that he had trusted
not wisely, but too well, and had be
come warped. Mr. Enlis, ■ his first
mate, gave it as his private opinion
that, although Jimmy Breeze had been
through many tight places and in
dulged in many a dangerous fracas on
Ills ship’s main deck, bis courage was
not “gilt edged.”
Just what be based this conclusion
upon he did not say. A former second
officer, one Garnett—a thoroughly dis
reputable sailor, who feared neither
God, man nor devil—had tried to ex
-1 plain this matter to some of his watch,
who, of course, in duty bound, saw
that the said attempted explanation
was duly carried aft to the captain.
This led to some bickering and eventu
ally to a vacancy in the second officer’s
cabin.
Since then the meaning of Mr. Enlis’
encomium was left to work Itself out
among those who were unfortunate
enough to have heard it.
“I don’t want no more deadbeats
with twisted ideas a-comln’ aboard
this here ship as mates,” said Captain
Breeze the morning after the Northern
Light had finished loading and was
about to pull out of the river Plate.
“Aye, aye, sir,” said Mr. Enlis, who
sat at the end of the cabin table.
“An’ I don’t want no remarks made
forrads concernin’ the runnin’ of this
vessel neither,” continued the captain.
“If I bear any more concernin’ me or
my affairs, there’ll be some whangin’
a-takin’ place. D’ye take me for a
fool, Mr. Enlis?”
“No. sir; ye ain’t no fool, an’ that’s
a fact,” said the mate.
“D’ye think I can’t size up a man—
of woman either, for that matter—be
cause I’ve trusted in one or two male
or female raskils, bey?”
“I never could say any sech thing,
cap’n,” replied the mate penitently.
“I didn’t ask ye what ye cud say,”
roared Jimmy Breeze. “I’m talkin’ of
what ye might say, an’ if ye do”—
Here he looked straight at Mr. Enlis
and set his wide jaw tight until his
large mouth drew Into a line. Mr. En
lis looked meekly at the salt Junk on
his plate and said nothing. There was
very little left to be said, and he was
satisfied to leave that little where It
was.
“I’ll have a second mate aboard be
fore noon that’ll be a credit to this
here ship,” continued the skipper, “so
ye’ll be on the watch for him. He’s
a gentleman, that’s what he Is, an’ a
man I ain’t ashamed of at the table
like some I know—or on the poop. An’,
besides that, he don’t talk too much. I
got him up at Jackson’s, an’ he’s been
captain of one of them bone vessels be
fore.”
“I once went out in a bone vessel,”
said Enlis byway of turning the sub
ject, “an’ X call to mind how the scor
pions an’ centipeds took charge. They
was more’n a million In the bones, an’
every one was bit. He’ll be all right
if he ever sailed in a bone ship. I reck
on he’ll do.”
“Ye reckon he will do, hey?”
“I do, sir.”
“Well, ye’ve got another reckon.
Reckon again. Don’t go takln’ any
thing for granted aboard here. See?”
“If ye mean for me to take him in
hand, say so.”
“I mean to have ye do yer duty or
whang yer hide loose; that’s what!”
said Jimmy Breeze. As Mr. Enlis’ du
| ty was perfectly plain, there was noth
ing more worth discussing. The meal
ended in silence.
At four bells in the morning the crew
had all been mustered and the new
second mate had arrived. He was a
tall man, tliin and gaunt. His face
was smooth shaved, and the lack of
beard disclosed a strangely angular
i jaw, with many lines and creases
about the mouth. His eyes looked out
from straight brows and had a peculiar
shifting motion, focusing for a mo
-2 ment upon the skipper and drawing to
j small glinting points, to Instantly shift
; again and resume their apparent rest
-5 less search for something. His voice
2 had a harsh drawl, but he evidently
2 had It well In hand, for In spite of its
2 grating sound the words were gentle
j and the tone conciliatory,
n “My forte Is the runnin’ of a ship
J the way she should go,” said Jimmy
i Breeze after meeting him at the gang-
J way. “If ye know yer business, ye’ll
o soon see the lay of that. My forte
2 Isarunnin’ a ship without any extra
• advice from forrards, see? 1 know
a thing or two about men wlieii I see
them, an’ I’ll just make it known now
. that I’m the whole thing aboard here.
6 This is Mr. Enlis, first mate. There’s
9 the men, an’ the sooner ye get down
7 on that main deck the better. Ye say
9 ye haven’t any paper or a discharge?”
f. The newcomer looked sharply at him
f with his glinting eyes, shifting them
a from mate to skipper while he spoke.
b “No; I haven’t no mate’s certificate
nor discharge. I’Jl have to go on tick,”
he drawled slowly. “When ye get
tired of me, put me ashore, hey? Ain’t
that it? Any passengers?”
“Well, I’ll trust ye. I know some
® thin’ about handlin’ men, an’ I reckon
i; I know a good one when I see him.
’• There’s some passengers cornin’ along,
’ an’ the rules is politeness at all times.
q They ain’t enemies of the company, an’
“ I won’t huve them treated that way,
u see?”
The new mate glanced quickly aft.
hut seeing no one on deck he nodded
to the skipper and declared that was
the way he liked to hear a captain
talk.
“And now,” said the skipper, “ye
turn to an’ get yer dunnage stowed,
an’ then get to work bendin’ them
royals fore an’ aft. We’ll get to sea
before night. My forte is gottin’ away
While the breeze holds an’ on time. A
good start an’ a quick passage, says I.”
By noon the royals wei'e sent up aud
bent and the passengers all aboard.
There were several of them. Three
were coast traders hound to Rio, the
bark’s destination, and they were of
the nondescript dago type—small, wiry
men, dark hair, dark skin and having
the cigarette habit while chattering
nervously in bad Spanish. The other
two were a stout, florid man, with a
clean shaved, clerical looking face, and
his wife. They were evidently either
English or American by their speech
and general appearance, but long resi
dence in South America had given both
the air and accent of lassitude to their
talk. The man had away of looking
benignly upon every one through gold
rimmed spectacles, and when Captain
Breeze addressed him he smiled gently
and beamed upon him.
“Now, Mr. Goodman,” said the skip
per, “here ye are aboard the finest
ship on the coast. I got yer letter an’
check for passage money, an’ if it’s the
sam# to ye we’ll keep this little dick
er among ourselves. My forte is run
nin’ a ship, an’ I don’t want no own
ers a-mixin’ in the affairs of the cabin.
Ye get yer passage reduced one-half,
see?”
“I see, of course,” said Mr. Goodman,
beaming upon him. “I never interfere
with those in charge.”
“No,” said Mrs. Goodman; “it would
be very unjust.”
That afternoon the bark pulled out
and started down the river Plate. The
pompero season was at hand, and the
heavy banks of vapor rose in the west
ern sky as the sun sank behind them.
The lightning was vivid and incessant
by dark, and Mr. Enlis had her down
to her topsails, drifting like a log
through the swirling, muddy current.
By midnight, however, she had cleared
the point, and the first weight of the
squall struck her. The wind came
from almost due west, and she tore
along before It through a comparative
ly smooth sea in the river mouth. By
morning she had cleared the land and
was heading more to the northward,
with a heavy gale on her quarter.
Mr. Algernon Goodman came on deck
to have a look around. The heavy
masses of leaden vapor flying before
the pompero made the light dim and
gray even at 10 In the morning. The
quick run of the following sea made
the hark jerk and roll badly, but she
was too close under the land to fear
being pooped, although once in awhile
a comber would start over the t’gal
lant rail abaft the main rigging and
go roaring along over on to the main
deck, filling it full of water.
But the Northern Light was not
deep. She sat high and buoyant, and
with her fore and main topsails dlose
reefed and a foresail with Its sheets
slacked off to let it lift over the gale
she went to the northward at the rate
of twelve knots an hour.
Mr. Goodman wiped his glasses to
clear them of the flying drift, and
then he adjusted them and beamed
satisfaction upon the wide, snowy
path that gurgled and roared on both
sides and astern.
“Dirty weather a-comln’,” said Jim
my Breeze as he stepped out from the
mizzen to greet his passenger. “We’re
makin’ the run of our lives an’ just
as safe as a house. Them dagoes is
sick, but when the steward gets them
fixed we can go below out of the
wet.”
“Pretty monotonous aboard ship in
dirty weather, hey? I suppose a man
■ - .
Be pulled out a roll of brand new notes.
who plays never gets lonesome,
though. Ye said in yer letter ye had
yer instruments with ye. What kind
of music do ye make?”
“Oh, I play most anything,” said Mr.
Goodman, beaming kindly upon him.
“Couldn’t ye give us a sample later
on?”
“Oh, not In weather like this, cap
tain. This dampness would spoil the
strings of any fiddle made.”
“I see,” said Jimmy Breeze, looking
somewhat disappointed. Music was
what he most loved. A sailor with a
squeaky fiddle or accordion was al
ways his pet.
At noon the sky showed in patches
through the banks of greasy looking
clouds, and the wind Tell to a good
breeze.
It was Mr. Enlis’ watch on deck, and
the new second mate came out on the
after hatch to get the air. It was warm
and muggy, aud the breeze ou deck
wa pleasant. Altogether It was a
dreary day, with a dripping sky aud a
rolling ship running before a following
sea.
The passengers appeared disconso
late. The dagoes, being about for a
time, smoked cigarettes, and Mr. Good
man chatted pleasantly with Mr. En
lis.
When the skipper had taken his noon
observation and worked It out with a
great show of genius, he suggested that
the charts be chucked aside and all
hands Indulge in a game of cards.
Mr. Goodman assented to this propo
sition, saying that cards were what he
most loved on rainy days.
Mr. Silvelo and Mr. Hernandez were
induced to join the game, but even
these with the skipper made only four,
and five was considered the proper
crowd at a poker table. Finally Jim
my Breeze suggested that the new
mate was a gentlemanly fellow and
that he saw no reason why he should
not play.
“To he sure,” assented Mr. Goodman.
He was called, and the five sat down
while the steward produced a greasy
pack of cards.
Jimmy Breeze ran them through his
fingers carelessly to see if certain pin
marks which he had deftly made on
each ace were In proper condition for
discernment, then the edges of cer
tain cards known to he kings. All ap
peared to be In perfect order for a
game, and the skipper was consequent
ly in good humor. He had played with
cards like these before, and it seemed
so easy with a benign and pleasant
person ns Mr. Goodman. His dagoes
toe-- would bleed lightly, for they were
alwa.vs.dangerous losers.
• “Mr. Hildebrand,” said the skipper,
addressing, the second mate, ‘‘theseAre
gentlemen.”;*:-And he looked.compre
hensively at his passengers.
j -The second officer nodded, and his
restless eyes flashed from one to the
other in rapid succession.
“I suppose- ye know, sir, that there
ain’t any sech thing as miracles among
sech ns us, hey?”
Mr. Hildebrand nodded again. “I un
derstand ye all right,” said he. “What’s
the game?” And he pulled out a roll
of brand new notes of large denomina
tion.
Jimmy Breeze’s eyes glistened. Why
a sailor should come Aboard his ship
with a roll of money did not appear to
impress him. lie saw the money. That
was enough. Now, what would the
others show up?
“I reckon we’ll make it a dollar
game,” said he, pulling out his pocket
book and producing some old bills.
Mr. Silvelo objected on the ground of
poverty, but was instantly silenced by
the benign Mr. Goodman, who offered
to take his note for any reasonable
amount. In fact, he insisted on lend
ing the dago a crisp hundred dollar
bill, taking his written promise in re
turn.
The sight of so much money fairly
took the skipper’s breath away, aud he
insisted on playing a bigger game.
Draw poker was nothing unless there
was money on the board.
The two dago passengers, however,
objected to plunging, and the game be
gan at a dollar.
“It is very unfortunate,” said Mr.
Goodman, “that I forgot to get money
changed before coming aboard. I fear
I shall have to buy a hundred worth
of chips from you to start with.” And
he handed the captain a new note.
Jimmy Breeze held himself well in
hand. He stacked out the chips care
fully and passed them to his passen
ger.
“How many for ye?” he asked Mr.
Silvelo.
“Oh, fiftee is all I play,” said that
gentleman, passing his note and taking
the change in the skipper’s dirty bills.
“An’ ye two?” he added to Hernan
dez and the second mate. They both
took the same amount.
“If there’s any one got any objection
to my dealiu’, let him speak out,”
growled Breeze, shuffling the cards and
glancing in a menacing way around
the table. No one spoke. He tossed
off the pasteboards and the game be
gan in perfect silence.
“I guess I’ll stand pat,” said Mr.
Goodman.
The second mate tossed off three
cards and was followed by the dagoes,
all making good.
Mr. Goodman smiled and moistened
his lips.
“I suppose it would be wrong for me
not to go the limit,” said he, passing
the chips out. Jimmy Breeze raised
him. The rest dropped out.
“Well, captain,” said Mr. Goodman,
“I don’t want to rob you, but I can
play this hand to beat. You better
drop out. I’ve got you.”
If there was one thing Jimmy Breeze
hated, it was instructions at cards.
“I don’t want no information. Play
cards,” said he roughly.
“Will you drop the limit?” asked his
passenger, beaming upon him over the
rim of his glasses.
“Sure!” growled Breeze. He had felt
the pinhole distinctly and knew his op
ponent held four kings.
“In that case I’ll make it SSOO to
play,” said Mr. Goodman.
“An’ I call at that,” said Breeze, com
pletely taken aback at the figure. He
was not rich.
Mr. Goodman laid down his four
kings and was about to rake in the pot
when a hoarse guffaw from the skip
per made him desist.
Jimmy Breeze laid down a straight
flush.
“I declare that’s too bad,” said Mr.
Goodman sadly, pulling out his purse
and producing five bills of SIOO each.
“That conies from playing careless at
the beginning.”
The game continued, but there was
no more plunging. Nothing the skip
per could do would draw his passenger
into another wild play.
When the steward came in to fix the
table for the evening meal, the skip
: per had five one hundred dollar bills to
put away. To offset this his second
mate had $l5O In smaller notes, and
Mr. Goodman had about SSO in coin,
l’he dagoes were slightly losers. The
skipper was easily S3OO ahead of the
game.
In the evening they went about the
deck watching the dirty green of the
shore water and the loom of the dis
tant land to the westward. Mr. Hilde
brand stood his watch out on the poop,
quietly attending to the ship, and Jim
my Breeze had no fault to find.
The second and third day passed
without extraordinary events, the
game in the cabin being indulged in
lightly between watches. Jimmy Breeze
did not want to strike too soon.
The fourth day the land was made
with a gentle breeze from the south
ward, and the skipper knew he would
make harbor before daylight failed.
He played with such discretion that
three more bills of SIOO each remained
to his credit. Mr. Goodman had lost
heavily and had apparently only about
SIOO in small bills, formerly owned
by the skipper. The second mate was
equally unfortunate and retained only
what small notes Mr. Hernandez had
lost in the game.
“I want to say,” said Captain Breeze
as the game ended, “that ye fellows
have played a mighty good game of
cards. Ye, Mr. Goodman, plays like a
man who knows the game. Ye must
have played often before.”
“Yes,” smiled the benign passenger,
“I’ve played a game or two in my
time. Playing used to be my forte.”
“I’m glad to hear ye say so,” roared
the skipper. “Sink me if I don’t, an’
I’m glad to hear ye say ye were used
to the game when ye lost so misfortu
nately. Blast me if I wouldn’t rather
give them notes back than hear ye say
the game were new. Here’s my hand,
an’ if we have a chance next v’yage
mebhe ye’ll get yer money hack. We’ll
make harbor before dark, Mr. Hilde
brand, so we’ll excuse ye. Better get
the towlinc overhauled forrads, for
we’ll tow up an’ lie by most a week
afore goin’ to the nortli’ard.”
“Thank ye, sir. ’Twas a mighty
good game, an’ I am glad, for one, I
was in it. I’ll go forrads, sir, and see
to them lines now,” drawled the sec
_ond mate.
Mr.' Goodman quietly slipped the
cards into his pocket and, chatting
pleasantly with Mr. Silvelo, followed
the skipper up the companion.
The setting sun shone red over the
distant hills, aud through the red haze
to the northward rose the spars of
ships. Rio lay ahead, and the first
part of the long coasting voyage had
been made in record time. Jimmy
Breeze ran his vessel into the anchor
age and prepared to put his profitable
passengers ashore.
“Goodby to ye both,” said Breeze to
the Goodmans aB they entered the
small boat with the dago passengers.
“Goodby an’ good luck. Mr. Hilde
brand, ye go along ashore in that boat
with them passengers an’ see them
landed safely.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” drawled the second
mate, and lie dived below for his coat.
Then he came on deck and took his
place in the stern sheets with the pas
sengers, while two stout seamen bent
to the oars.
The boat shot away for the lauding,
and Mr. Enlis set all hands to work
rolling up the canvas. Night fell, and
Captain Breeze came ou deck aud
peered through the gloom for his boat.
He wished to go ashore.
It grew quite late, and the lights that
had flickered along the water front of
the city began to disappear. Finally
the sound of oars was heard approach
ing, and the boat came alongside. It
contained only the two sailors.
“Where’s the second mate?” demand
ed Jimmy Breeze.
“Gone uptown an’ said not to wait.
He’s not cornin’ aboard again tonight,”
answered one of the men.
“He ain’t, ain’t he?” roared the skip
per. “Which way did he go?” And as
he spoke he jumped into the small
boat.
“Slew her around quick an’ give way
strong.”
They were soon heading for the land
ing.
It was midnight when Captain Breeze
reached town, and he was thirsty.
“Wait here at the laudin’ for me,”
he ordered as he started up the street
for the nearest saloon.
“See anything of a tall fellow around
here?” lie asked the proprietor.
The proprietor shrugged his shoul
ders and smiled. Tall men were plenty.
“I mean a tall fellow with eyes what
ain’t mates an’ a drawlin’ way of
speakin’?”
The man’s face brightened. lie smiled
hopefully as he handed the skipper a
bottle of rum and a pitcher of cool wa
ter. He had seen just such a fellow In
company with a florid, smooth faced
man who had liis wife with him.
“That’s them,” said Jimmy Breeze.
“Oh, you’ll find him two blocks far
ther on; big saloon he owns; plenty of
light,” said the keeper.
Jimmy Breeze felt in his pocket for
money to pay his score. There were
only large bills. lie hesitated a mo
ment and then asked for change. The
fellow looked at the note, held it up to
the light, smiled and then returned it,
shaking his head.
“N. G.,” he muttered.
“What?” roared Breeze. “No good?
Course it’s good, ye blazin’ fool! Gim
me the change.”
The man’s face fell. He scowled
sourly and drew forth a long knife;
then lie beckoned to a couple of men
who were playing dice at a table. Jim
my Breeze backed to the door. Seeing
they were not hot to attack him, he
backed into the street and then went
in the direction his second officer had
gone.
In a few minutes he reached a well
lighted house, from which loud noises
issued. lie eutered the door and found
himself in a room with long tables, at
which men sat drinking aud playing
games. At the farther end of the room
at a green covered roulette sat Mr. Al
gernon C. Goodman turning the magic
wheel. Beside him, dealing out checks
and taking in cash, sat Mr. Hildebrand,
his new second mate. They both nod
fled pleasantly to him, but remained
seated.
“What d’ye mean by not showin’
up?” demanded the skipper of his mate.
“What d'ye mean by leavin’ me to go
with this rascal?” And he pointed at
Mr. Goodman.
Some of the players around the table
turned and gazed at the intruder; oth
ers looked bored. Mr. Goodman rose
nnd came forward to the irate captain.
He took him by the arm and led him
aside, or, rather, tried to do so, but
Jimmy Breeze shook him off.
Mr. Goodman let him swear and rave
for some minutes, smiling benignly
upon him, but offering no opposition or
contradiction to his charges of passing
counterfeit bills. Finally, when the
skipper grew tired, he spoke out in his
benevolent tones.
“Your forte is running a ship and
knowing men,” said he. “Mine is play
ing. Never play against a man’s forte.
You’re sure to lose. See those cards of
yours. No man who makes a forte of
playing would mark them so plainly.
’Twon’t do. No, sir; nothing as simple
as that game will do with a man who
has a forte, and I told you ploying was
my forte.”
“Ye are a thief an’ a cheat, an’ steal
in’s yer forte!” roared the skipper.
“Why, man,” continued Mr. Good
man, still smiling, “a stranger came
Jimmy Breeze backed to the door.
into my place here last year and want
ed to bet 100 to 1 that he could drink
a gallon of rum at one sitting. Yes,
sir; he even offered 100 to 1, but I
wouldn’t bet. Then he offered 200 to
1 he could fly. Yes, sir; 200 to 1 he
could fly, and he didn’t have any more
wings than you’ve got, but I wouldn’t
bet him. No, sir; that flying game was
his forte, and if I’d bet him he surely
would have flown. That’s dead cer
tain; he would have flown away. Take
my advice, and never bet against a
man’s forte.”
Captain Breeze waited no longer. He
went out into the night and back to his
ship.
“Mr. Enlis,” said he as be came over
the side, “I ain’t feelin’ well tonight,
so don’t wake me in the mornin’. It’s
the fever, I’m afraid. Yaller Jack is
ragin’ ashore, an’ I wouldn’t let the
second mate come aboard again. Ye
want to get our stuff out early, an’
don’t ye put a foot on the beach, see?
Don’t ye go ashore for no reason.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” answered the mate,
looking puzzled.
Then Jimmy Breeze went below.
Not Unreasonable.
Jim Hendricks, an uncomplaining
and fairly industrious citizen of a little
Vermont town, had made the mistake
in early life of marrying a shiftless
woman, but he never complained. She
was the wife of his youth, and he
loved her with the love that excuses.
“Jennie,” he said one day in his af
fectionate, apologetic manner, “I wish
you’d sew the buttons on my coat.
There are two off.”
SUo sighed as people who work sel
dom sigh, but as lazy people always
sigh when work is thrust upon them.
In a day or two Jim approached her
when she seemed especially at leisure.
“The last button’s off my coat, Jennie.
Won't you sew ’em all on?”
But she did not. He said nothing and
wore the coat in silent patience.
Then there came a day when he felt
it was his right to impose on her again.
“Jennie, all the buttons are off my
workin’ shirts. Won’t you fix ’em?”
She was ill for a day or two after
that, so it was a week before he was
cruel enough to mention the matter
again. Finally he summoned up all
his selfishness and said timidly:
“Jennie, I know you ain’t well, but
all the buttons are off my undershirt,
and I wish you’d put the buttons on
my coat.”
“On your shirt, do you mean?”
“No, on the coat; never mind about
the shirts. If I could button my coat,
it would sort of hold me together, and
I’d feel real fixed.”
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A would-be poet recently remarked!
►t liis club: “I have written a greati
Humber of poems, but I do not propose'
to have them published until after my l
ieath.” "Hurrah!” shouted a chorus
Of friends, raising their glasses, "here’s
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George Eliot tells a story of a bull-j
dog and a child. The latter tried'to cut
Vhe dog's ears with a pair of scissors.
Although tlie dog howled, he made no;
effort to escape or retaliate. The
child’s father was enraged and wished!
to administer due punishment, but the
bulldog interfered, pushing itself be
tween the master and child, and licking
the face of the latter. <
The Revue Ilebdomadaire describes a
rare bird among publishers, Albert
Bavine, who iu seven years spent SIOO,-
000 in producing works by Ibsen, Bjorn-
Ben, Verga and other foreign authors, 5
tor which, at the time, there was little
demand in France. For more than two
years he paid SSO a month to a French
author who is now famous, but whose
books did not then yield SIOO a year.
A writer in the London Tatler says
that he knows few men more hearty
and more genial than Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle and Robert Barr. Both are un
consciously more tory in their
politics than anything that the Prim
rose league can boast, although one is
a member of the Reform club, and the
other of the Devonshire. But they are
both true liberals in being ever ready
to help lame dogs over stiles.
•Prof. Eugene Ritter, of Geneva, has
written a book on two female ancestors
of Rousseau. Mme. Bourgeois was so
quarrelsome and eccentric that when
nearly 00 3'ears old she was brought
before the courts, charged with being
a witch, tortured and banished from
Geneva. Mine. Durant maltreated her
chambermaid, who thereupon com
mitted suicide by jumping into the
Rhone.
Booth Tarkington, the novelist, al
ways sketches his stories in pictures
before he writes them in words, and all
of his stories lie hidden away in pic
ture form. He is unwilling to show
these drawings even to intimate
friends. His publishers have urged him
to allow’ them to use his own draw
ings for illustrations of his books, but
he wouldn’t hear it, wouldn’t even let
them see a 113’ of the pictures. At last
he promised them one of the Vanrevel
sketches, but he w*as ca 11113* enough not
to send it until too late for insertion
in the book. About the supplement
ary autograph edition he did not know.
The picture came in time to be clapped
into that, and there it is, to the author’s
disma3’.
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• The Profitable Sausage.
‘For tlie amount of meat used the
sausage is the most profitable legacy
of the hog. Fully 50 different kinds of
this suspected article are manufac
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well larded; for Americans, well
spiced; and all of these in several
grades. Whatever meat cannot be
used otherwise is consigned to the
sausage, although for no other reason
than that every diminutive piece is
available—ham, head and foot trim-
and the odd remnants from the
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whereupon it becomes sausage. The
casings are tlie intestines of the hog
thoroughly scraped and washed by
mechanical process. The pig’s snout
does not escape—that would he a
gross oversight—so it is trimmed off
and sold as a pickling “delicacy” to new
Americans with unpronounceable
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Poachers in tlie Ardennes are in
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hoots fixed under his toes, so that his
tracks appeared to he going in an op
posite direction. Hares and other
game are sent to Brussels in firkins of
butter, so that the scent shall not be
tray them,—London Mail,
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