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HOW JERRY STRUCK
The Story ci A Lost Ca.use Jerry Ryan had a thought. Jerry didn’t often think —at least so his teacher, Miss Ken ! nedy, said; but then she may have been prejudiced. Most teachers are. Jerry, with difllcul ty, had spelled out an article in one of the news papers which told of the children of a certain school striking because their teacher had been removed. Then it was that Jerry began to think. Why any one should strike be cause one’s teach er was removed was too deep for Jerry. The won der of it was why Jerry. one didn’t strike because one’s teacher wasn’t removed. Then it was that Jerry had his thought. When his mother came in from her day’s washing she was surprised to find Jerry industriously studying his geography lesson. A pleasant smile lighted up her tired face, for it must be admitted that Jerry’s career at school had not been the cause of much pride on the part of either herself or his teachers. Behind his geography Jerry worked away. The man of Asia stared him in the face, but Jerry saw it not. Nu merous slips of paper lay before him The Wrath of Mrs. Ryan Fell Upon Jerry. on which he had printed in big blue letters: STRIKE! STRIKE! Wensday. down with 4-eyed KENNEDY! The next morning a group of excit ed children gathered around Jerry. He displayed his wonderful blue tickets to the admiring, not to say envious, gaze of all and disclosed his plan. It was received with vociferous ap plause. It was a proud moment for Jerry. Never since the day he had punched Mike Dougan’s face, the rec ognized "champeen” fighter of the neighborhood, had his bosom so swelled with pride. Jerry suggested that as his mother wont to work at 8 o’clock every morn ing. all the children should meet in his kitchen half an hour later. There they would form in line and march past the schoolhouse, giving their yell. Jerry had wrestled with this yell until far into the night, and he fairly tin gled with satisfaction as he repeated it over and over until each one knew It. “Strike! Strike! We’re on a strike! It’s four-eyed Kennedy we don’t like! Bim-bam-bout! Put her out! Out! Out! O-U-T, out!” The long day passed, as all days will, and at 8:30 o’clock the next morning three small boys marched boldly into the alley which led to the Ryan shanty. Jerry had expected thirty or more and for a moment his heart was heavy. Only for a moment, though, for he remembered that Miss Kennedy had said that all great re formers had had to stand alone at the start. Now, it happened that the lady for When? ‘‘There is one time more than any other,” observes a married man of ex perience, “when a woman should be let alone. “It is not when she is trying on a new hat, or when she is walking for the first time in a pair of boots two sizes too small; it is not even when the baby nearly swallows a rattle, and you show signs of displeasure at the disturbance; but it is when a line of clothes comes down in the mud!” whom Mrs. Ryan had expected to wash that day had been called out of the city and there was nothing for Mrs. Ryan to do but return home. Much as she needed the money, she was still almost glad of it, for it would give her a chance to make Jerry a big plate of cookies with raisins in them. As she put her hand on the knob she suddenly paused. Then one ear was laid cautiously to the keyhole. Saints alive! Was she a-standin’ or a settin’? "Now listen, all youse kids,” a voice was saying in tones which were un mistakably those of her offspring. “Who’s a-leadin’ this yer strike? Did n’t I git up the hull thing? If the rest of youse kids wants ter go there and be jawed by the old lady Kennedy, ye kin. As fer me” —and Jerry’s voicß fairly rattled the windows —“I’m agoin’ ter strike. I dunno as I will ever go to school ag’in. And if any kid dares to peach ” Swifter than Mont Pelee and almost as deady \£rath of Mrs. Ryan fell upon Jerry. Her strong right arm had not been weakened by its years of contact with the washboard. Up and down, sideways and back. Jerry’s body dangled between the ceiling and the floor. “Stroike, air ye! (Bump! Bump!) Oi'll larn ye (Whack! Whack!) to dis grace yer pore old mar what’s a-slav in’ day and night fer yez!” And his irate parent jabbed him into a chair in such away as to rattle every bone in bis body. It was not until Jerry saw that his faithless allies had fled that he brOKe down and wept bitter tears. A few minutes later there was a peremptory knock at the door of room 5 and the tall, muscular form of Mrs. Ryan towered angrily above Miss Kennedy. It may have been the be seeching look in Jerry’s eyes or the fact that she hated to have the chil dren witness such scenes that caused her to draw both of them into the hall and close the door. Mrs. Ryan’s voice grew louder and louder as she told of Jerry’s plot and such a strang?. pained look camel" into the teacher’s | face that Jerry ,1 wept as never be- J fore. Mrs. Ryan finished with: "Oi * kicked him once | fer it, an’ if ye say I the word Oi’ll lath 1 er him every day < fer a month!” C “Oh, please! don’t, Mrs. Ryan. I I’m sure that Jer- | ry has received l enough punish ment already. ' She laid a hand or Jerry’s shoulder. Jerry could have fallen at her fee: and kissed thie very ground she walked on. A Peremptory Knock. ‘Now, Mrs. Ryan, will you grant me a favor?” There was a littlo catch in Miss Kennedy’s voice. Mrs. Ryan nodded vigorously. “Won't you allow Jerry to remain at home the rest of to-day? I —I — want to speak to the boys and girls before he comes back.” As Jerry followed his mother down the stairs he told himself that his teacher was an angel. Prominent Australian Statesman. Duncan Gillies, wno has been cho sen speaker cf the newly elected Vic torian parliament in Australia, was flr3t elected to that body in 1859 as a miners’ candidate, he being then but 25 years old. Ever since that time he has been a leading parliamentary figure. Mr. Gillies, who was born in Glasgow sixty-nine years ago, is the first Scotchman to occupy the speak er’s chair. He has declined to be knighted. STOCKINGS WITH WHITE FEET. Physician Claims They Promote Ease and Will Cure Ills. A physician in a published inter view, says the Indianapolis Journal, urges that the wearing of stockings with white feet will do more to pro mote ease in walking and relieve foot ills than anything else to be suggest ed. Socks or stockings of cotton or lisle thread in back bind the feet and make them swell, he says, no matter how fine and open they may be. The black dye with the hard thread of the lisle variety is a combination that is particularly torturing to the feet Thin, unbleached balbriggan he rec ommends. Preferably the whole sock or stocking may be white, but at least the foot should be. A further caution is added that new cotton hose, as well as all new cotton undergarments, should be washed before being worn, to take out the sizing used by mani> facturers. MANY OFFERS OF MARRIAGE. Twenty-two Thousand Black Maidens for Paul du Chaillu. M. Paul du Chaillu, the African ex plorer, is in St. Petersburg to study Russian life and intends remaining in the country some years with a view of eventually describing his experi ences in a book. He was honored with an audience of the czar, who ac cepted fifteen volumes of his various works of travel. Lecturing in the hall of the British- American church, before an audience of members of the English colony here, M. du Chaillu related that dur ing his sojourn in West Africa he re ceived about 22,000 offers of marriage. On a single day he was offered 753 brides by some black king. He got out of the difficulty by teling the king that If he married one the remaining 752 would be jealous. His Majesty agreed with him and invited him to marry all of them. Tibet’s Mysterious City. Sarat Chandra Das, a learned native of India, who visited Lhasa, capital of Tibet, in 1882, thus describes that mysterious and forbidden city: “The whole city stood displayed before us at the end of an avenue of gnarled trees, the rays of the setting sun fall ing on its glided domes. It was a superb sight, th** like of which I have never seen. On our left was Potala, with its lofty buildings and gilt roofs; before us, surrounded by a green meadow, lay the town, with its tower like, whitewashed houses and Chinese buildings with roofs of blue glazed tiles. Long festoons of inscribed and painted rags hung from one building to the other waving in the breeze.” Actress Murdered by Lover. —— Mki kU yjy kUVCr. The celebrated Russian prima don na, Theodore Enmova, was recently murdered on the stage at Kaluga, in Russia, by a rejected lover, Count Paul Kremervic. The assassin had pestered the actress with his atten tions for many weeks, having follow ed her from town to town, and al ways being repulsed. One night at Kaluga he took a box in tho theater, and when the prima donna was sing ing a love sing, shot her through the heart. She fell dead before her hor rified audience. The murderer, who is only eighteen years old, has been arrested. The dead artist was thirty, and had amassed a large fortune. Snake in Paris Cab. While a lady was seated in a cab in the Ternes quarter of Paris the other day she suddenly gave utterance to a succession of piercing shrieks. The cabman immediately stopped and inquired what was the matter. The lady, who was extremely pale, jumped out of the cab and pointed to where an enormous boa constrictor reared its ugly head from beneath the seat. The cabman took the reptile to the commissioner of police, and investiga tion showed that it had been left in the vehicle by the proprietor of a me nagerie who had hirec. the cab earlier in the morning. Brave Engineer Saves Lives. Twenty-four Lancashire miners owe their lives to an engineer’s gallant de votion to duty while in the throes of death. The men were being lowered down the Tyldesley coal pit the other day, when the engineer, Scott, was seized with sudden dizziness. His whole thought, however, was for the safety of the men in the descending cage. By a supreme effort he applied the brake and stopped the engine, thus saving the men from being dashed to the bottom of the shaft. This accomplished he fell back and died in a few r minutes. Twain Wanted Everything. A friend once wrote to Mark Twain asking his opinion on a certain mat ter and received no reply. He waited a few days and then wrote again. His second letter was also ignored. Final ly he sent a third note, inclosing a sheet of paper and a 2-cent stamp. By return post he received a post card on which was the following: “Paper and stamp received. Please send envel ope.” Services Suddenly Ended Irate Father Breaks Up Religious “Revival” on Street —Meeting Was a Pronounced Success Until Interrupted, HOOP-E-E! Hallelu jah!” A slender maiden with very large eyes thus expressed her feel ings in State street last Sunday. With her were four other women. One of them carried a gui .tar, but in the events W that followed she was not seen to play it. She seemed to be what circus peo ple call a ‘‘filler in the noisy”—that is, her mission was to pretend she was playing the instrument, while as a matter of fact she didn’t know one string from another. The shouts delivered by the slender girl caused something bordering on a panic in State street. Men who had been walking quietly along two blocks from the scene of the queer revival turned upon hearing the yell and ran as though they were following a fire engine. Within half a minute after the slender girl had expressed her feelings fully 200 persons were around the little missionary band, pushing for more room, treading upon one anoth er’s feet, and saying things not wholly in accord with a religious meeting. It was a queer quintet that attract ed the attention of the crowd. No one seemed to be leading the services. One of them would start up with a song and the others would join in. They stood near the curbing, three of them in a Une, and the other two at right angles. One of those who stood at right angles was a small woman dressed in black. She was not very enthusiastic, but she seemed to take a >.een delight in the shouting and “Whoop-e-e! Hallelujah!” dancing that was done by the others, for she smiled and clapped her hands whenever a particularly loud yell w r as uttered or a difficult gymnastic feat performed. The girl who stood next to her was rather tall and very pretty. Next in line was the slender girl; then the woman with the guitar and at the foot of the line was an attractive looking brunette. “Praise the Lord, I feel so good that I wouldn’t give up religion if I was threatened with eternal damnation for keeping It!” exclaimed the slender girl. Then she smiled happily at the crowd and began dancing. "We will all feel better when we repent,” sang the tall, pretty girl, and the others joined her in the song. The woman with the guitar moved her lips and worked her fingers, but no sign of a tune came from the instrument. "Whe-ew!” suddenly shrieked the brunette. ‘‘Oh, it’s such a pleasure to know your soul is saved!” "Yes. and the Lord gives you that feeling.” said one of the others. The brunette’s shout brought in a batch of about fifty additional specta tors. She smiled as she saw them running toward the gathering, and then said: “Come on! Come from all sides. We want you to hear us, for the Lord wants your souls!" At this juncture the little woman in black knelt down and began praying. The crowd lis tened in respectful silence, half a The Brunette’s Shout Brought in a Batch of About Fifty Additional Spectators. 'dozen men taking off their hats. One of the women Btarted up a hymn. When this had been finished the slen der girl began jumping up and down. “Ump-tiddle ump-tiddle ump-tiddle dee. Hooray. My! How happy I feel,” she shouted. The singing and shouting continued for about five minutes, and then came a lull The missionaries had evidently e hausted their repertoire of songs. Th slender maiden looked at the tak maiden and both of them blushed. The girl with Jhe guitar suddenly dis covered that it needed tuning. Tho brunette began tying her handkerchief into all kinds of knots. It was plain that the enthusiasm of the workers was in danger of dying out. But right at this point the little woman in black saved the day. Ad- The Little Woman in Black Saved the day. vancing to the front of the line she raised her hand. "Friends, it was not always thus with me,” she began. "Once I was poor, and I suffered. Then I became rich and had all that the world could supply me with. Finally I found the Lord, and now I am happier than ever before in my life.” "Hoor-a-y!” shouted the slender girl. A horse that was passing the crowd reared up on its haunches when she screamed. Three men wrho were eat ing in a cafe across the street ran outside with their napkins around their necks. Even the little woman in black involuntarily caught her breath as the yell was uttered. Just then a red-faced teamster drove toward the crowd and stopped his w'agon back of the girl. He gazed at her intently for several seconds, and with an exclamation sprang from the vehicle. "Now that I have been converted I want you all to know ” "What on earth are you doing out here on the street, Florence?” It was the teamster, and he was very angry. Tears began welling into the large eyes of Florence as she turned upon the man. "I just wanted to do some mission ary work, pa,” she sobbed. "Well, you just come home wdth me,” said the teamster, and. seizing Helped Her Up on the High Seat. Florence by the hand, he dragged her through the crowd to the wagon, helped her up on the high seat and drove away. "Hoor-a-y!” shouted the pretty girt But there was no response from Flor ence. Her face was burled in a hand* kerchief.—Chicago Inter Ocean. Claim Motto Is Welsh. “Ich dien,” the motto which belongs to the Prince of Wales, is usually translated I serve,” and tradition has it that it was taken by the black prince from the royal helmet of the blind king of Bohemian who was killed on the field of Crecy. It is a notable fact, however, that the late Dr. Wil liam Ihne, professor of English litera ture at Heidelberg, rejected this theory. He held that the motto was of Welsh origin and took its rise at the time when Edward I presented his new-born eldest son to the Welsh chieftains at Carnarban castle as their future sovereign. He held the child up in his arms and exclaimed in Welsh, “Eich dyn,” meaning "This is your man.’’ The explanation is ac cepted by many antiquarians. Chinese Government Advancing. The Chinese imperial government has taken another step in advance by appointing a Japanese scholar of dis tinction, Dr. Unokichi Hattori, to a professorship in Pekin university. The doctor was in that city during the siege. He is to be dean of the school of literature. The appointment is a sequel of the visit of the famous Chi nese educator, Wu Ju-lun. to Tokio to familiarize himself with Japanese edu cational methods.