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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.

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