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Kipling and Some Travesty. KIPLINCi ON TRANSVAAL. A London dispatch of Sept 29 says the Times applies to President Kruger and the crisis TIPPLING ON ALCOHOL. We have just been favored witli advance sheets of Buck board Dribbling' latest poem, which, as usual, will undoubt- ; away That's too hard work for a little thing like you." he said. ! Letitia's blue eyes were full of wonder, but she yielded up ; the rake weakly. in South Africa a spirited poem eaiy be regarded as one of the i 'You'd better go into the by Rudyard Kipling, published greatest productions of modern j house, too," said Luther. "It's times: ico)(i out here All we know of monarch nil w or know Wu retain for keeping i pnppe show On Iim thrum- unnoticed- liaim.v an:' serene lit. When Luther returned the Drawing pay for nothlng-elte rake she asced him to let her " i . .w.in.il iin.r him 1 i ' 1 nvMU. liiuic i i nun in its columns or mat oaie. "All we have of freedom all we line or know -Thl i our fattier bought for na, lont; and long ligO. Atteienf right unnotleed an the breath We draw tiMVu f die bf DO man'- leave- under neath the law. No one had of her before been thoughtful for a long time land L,etitia couldn't understand ' So they bought 'J little cost -Wherefore mutt we lest our mutte be fr loin -not at prince watch lost. the King, w ilgni not at I nit we won't f .1 and their Over all things certain, this U sure Indeed, Sutler not the ohl King -for we know the breed. "How so great th-ir clamor, whaUo'or their claim. Suffer not the old King under any name. Here is naught uppreven here U naught to learnL ft lit written what shall fail, if the Kiujf return. 'Ouel in the shadow, crafty in the sun: Par behind his border shall hi teachiuj; run. Sloven, sullen, average, secret, un controlled - Laying on a new land evil of the old. "Here is naught unproven, here Is nothing hid: Step for step and word for word m the old King did. Step hy sU-p and word by word, who is ruled may read: Suffrr not the old Kii', for we know the breed. All the right they promise, all the wrong the.v bring- Stewards of the. judgement,' suffer not . this Kitu;." . they're the prop- So we have i little cost retain our be bossed! will buv the'u clothe and feed And hurrah, if only er breed. Hut we will not suffer people who cc.n claim No blue blood to enter ii, the royal game! Here is naught unproven--lierc is naught to learn! I don't know what that means and I don't care a durn! Down with ragged whlakera! Down ' with baggy knees! Why should there be rulers with such things as these? Ugly, stubborn, stingy, seltish, cun ning, Itold Hanging to a new land that is rich with gold! Here U naught of meaning, here is naught of sense: That's why folks will tell you that it is immense! Word by word they'll study, word by word they'll read And, not understanding, call it great indeed! That's the way to tool 'em, that's the way to bring All the world to praising any vague old thing. ( 'hlcago Times-Herald i That la that ht which lieth lower part of which ir. literally A BACHELOR'S 'nearest," he said solemnly, j half mouth, stretching from ear j -What a fool I've been." to ear. Their laugh is some- He found his hat and left the tb'ng to remember ill your ! house, almost running across dreams, so that yon wake up in I the road. He took the iron rake! a tit of cold perspiration yell- from Letitia gently, i s There was a victim being cru cified, and the imps were slow ly shortening him at the knees with a red-stained saw. Stand ' ing in front of the wooden bars i that prevent tbe live public coming in direct contact with this particular hell were two young men. flapping their long Chinese sleeves in agony of de spair, swinging their pigtails in dismay, vhile tears trickled ob- liquefy out (f t heir almond- napcu eyes oecaue nuie inumt , derstand how men teel the same ! at the entrance to the temple He carried her Ins best pan ! had told them that was the ex of socks. She was horrified at act fata, of tblf old father at their condition, and mended j u,at particular moment. They them in a very artistic manner. I groaned and sobbed; then they Luther looked at them 111 -von- j got a goug and relieved their der and reverence. "I'll never i sorrow by thwacking it: they wear em." he said, when he I pushed a cup . ofr rice and some hard boiled eggs through the bars. as sustenance to their rel ative iu his trials; then they paid cash down for a big check that would be dispatched that night to the nether regions, conciliate the elders and cease the sawing at the knees. Before another hell stood an old woman rather complacently REFLECTIONS. Anyway a manish woman isn't as bad as a womanish man. The woman who doesn't want her husband to drink can drive him to it nine times out of ten talking about it. A woman doesn't worry much over her husband's not loving her if only she feels sure he doesn't love any other woman. Once in a while you meet a woman who can be sensible even over a business matter,, but it's because she really isn't a woman. The very woman who will ad-, mit that she likes wicked men better that good ones can't un- with both A STRAVLETTER. The postmaster smiled a little token lie pasted out the mail, but Luther Wilkin did not no tice. He was trying to remem ber whether it was a yeast--cake or a pound of cheese he had tneaut to get at the store. After he had got home and had eaten his supper lie thought of the mail iu his overcoat pocket. He brought it to the table and sat down to examine it. There was the weekly coun ty paper, a ioultry journal, an agricultural monthly, aad, last of all, a letter. 'We.ll. now." said Luther, picking it up, ' I wonder who uas teen writing to me. I don.t .know wheuTve had a letter." Ha looked at it eagerly, held it nearer his eyes, then further off "Mrs. Lutlier Wilkins," he said. -"Mrs. Luther Wilkins, And I an old bachelor who nev er so much as thought of get ting married. Mrs. Luther Wil kins; why. where is she? And who is she?" "Well, I guess I'll see what's in it." He inserted the .point of his knite under the corner of the envelope flap; then he hesi tated. ''What business hare I open ing of her letters?" lie asked himself. "I never did open oth er folks' letters, audi guess I But Mrs. Lutlier Wilkins was often in his thoughts. She even haunted his dreams at times. He wondered what she was like, and he thought of the kind of woman lie would wish her to be. and enjoyed himself very much in imagining how it would seem to have her meet him at the door when he came in from s the fields, and how nice it would be .not to have to get. bis own meals. . . . He worked doggedlyv trying hard not to think of the dis quieting subject. It was m use, and toward the end of July it was observed that Luther was getting very neighborly. He spent his evenings at differ ent neighbors' houses, he ac cepted invitations to tea. he went to church regularly and to all Sunday school picnics. And still he could not find a suitable owner for the letter. It was one cold, raw day in eariy November. L,u titer sat was at home again. "I wouldn't have let her do it only I knew it would make her feel better. and it trave m a chance to see her. too." He found that it was an easy matter to invent excuses for seeing her, a.nd finally, some time in the winter, he asked her in fear .and trembling if she would be Mrs. Luther Wilkins. So it happened that in a lit tle less than a year the letter was given to its rightful owner. "Why. it's nothing but an ad vertisement of some new prepa ration of cereals," she said when she opened it. "Let's keep it," said Luther, softly. "If it hadn't been for that" Yes, we'll keep it," said Letitia, blushing." Condensed from Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. A CHINESE HELL. All Chinamen are by nature wicked. It is well that they get to know in this life exactly the sort of punishment that awaits them in the next. So they receive instruction by plas ter of paris representation. At the temple of Yunnan Sen you can' benold striking models of the "Buddhist hells; In other cities afe other hells. I took' a grim' delight visiting them whenever I had the chance. One had the same sort of clam my satisfaction as one feels when, depressed and out of sorts, you go off to ihe cham ber of horrors at Mme. Taus-sand'- to get cheered up a bit. It all depends what you've been up to on this earth whether your punishment .under the earth is to be sawn io two or to he squashed in a clothespress. In-each of the hells sit one or two. or maybe three elders. at a. window m.i hin.r ,-i,,mv-. f i They are big. grew.some. flab- tempts at mending a pair (f faced and slit eyed; generally very ragged socks. Happening M tarnished gold and twice the to glance across the road sire of an ordinary man. They're saw a woman out in Hammond' I all relatives; you can tell that yard. She was busy ra king up I ' thr eame stern,, callous, cast j the fdllen autumn leaves. . iron son or cuiiuenance iney posses; by the uniform shape of the chin, mouth, and nose; but, 'Letitia Hammond." Luther i commented. ,-BM Hammond's i 5 . sister above all. bv the irradiatinir di- much of jabolical glee that suffuses every even hu atiiccn f:tr Tlv sit on a We don't see her. lately. She flou t rra . -1 1 i 1 -. , ;r:;,vrr-.; zjrLE nxediyat the a v "nun ii iu iuuk aiicr. and Bill's wife is so took upi work of the a L. '' won't begin now." He rn. t. Mtt. -i-u- a viL- ' me squirms . - ( ...... ... i ..iuua lliu lollies. IIS his feet and carrying it to th hard on Letitia. but she never manueptace leaned it up against finds a word of fault." executioners and of the executed. The figures in the pit are a lit tle under lifesize. But there's watching folks being thrown backward into a cauldron and then probed with pitchforks. She evidently had relatives in the real place, for she was car rying an armful of propitiatory tapers, paper, gold and large cnecics. Then there was a place with a long stove like a red-hot kitchen range. De funct, and yet tolerably lively, mortals were sitting ou the top tying themselves into knots, while a number of brutes with heads like bulls gloated leer- iugly. The elders in the adjoin ing place owned a perennial laugh; tor the imps hud men by the heels and were dashing their heads ou atones. One man was being pressed on a row of daggers.. Next door several wicked Chinamen had fallen on spiked mountains, and there 4hey were impaled and writhing. There was a lake with men struggling among slimy, - double-headed snakes; there were . several creatures hung up in the air with a hook through their ver tebrae, and quite common were the cases of evildoers swung by the pigtails and being disem boweled. Certainly they're pretty ingenious where the naughty Chinese go. If a Ce lestial has a reprobate of a sire he does not talk to him for his good, but takes him an af ternoon stroll in the Kingdom of Below,. let him see for him self what's likely to happen in the uncomfortable by and by, aftd then bints he .doesn't think he'll be able to afford the ' ex pense of buy ing the imps off. If that doesn't make a Chinaman turn from his wrong doing and make bim promise to be a . bet. ter father henceforth, nothing will. English Illustrated. Mag asine. way about whisky.' Genius is talent eyes open. The saddest thing about love is the fact that one can love more than once.' It's, never safe to.ask a girl to marry you, till she has already had a chance to say she wouldn't. During the first year a woman is iu love with a man she al ways pictures him to herself with a halo. After that it's a bat. It's a funny thing that a girj so seldom notices the look of relief in a man's face when she tells him she doesn't love him that way. N. Y. Press. the clock He settled himself to his pa pers, but thoughts of Mrs, Zm tber Wilkins Kept intruding on what he was reading about pat , pit nty of realism and idled-up The sock he was mending fell horror. The imps engaged in to the floor and the wooden egg! flaying, boring hole through iuside it struck with such a loud j chests, hanging men up by the Some journalists are immoral, so are some parsons. But an average journalist, like an av erage parson, is a good man. Without a free press there could not be a free parson or free religion. Some journalists are sheep heads, some parsons are mutton heads, but on the bang that the cat started in his toes and generally making, whole each of the true ones .are sleep. Luther did not notice. ! thinirs livelv have often but one moulders of though! and tnor eot nest boxes aud uuderdrain- j He was standing at the window ' glittering eye stuck in the cen- j als and the world is th better uigaad-tbe new of the village, staring out. 1 ter of a coal black head, the for their being in it. Charley Buchanan, of the Sunny South ward, was out to see Col. John H. Franklin, of the Sunset wards, yesterday when the question was raised as to who was the greatest ev-. tenuator of elongated veracity. And a test was made of the matter by the Ceiling of facts about the flocks of wild' pig eons that used tolly over this part of the state about' this time of the year. Onfe said that the flocks -of 'pigeons would ob-. scujre -the sun for ffayV at a tlaaev . And the ot Her ' said " 'he had known it 4o" occur' togr weeks; and until chickens starved to death -on the 'roosts, not knowing that-the night was over; potatoes went Wind and the. darkness wavso dense that the ears of corn becaine de,ajf.' The Journal- map left the crowd) before a decision was made to who was the biggest, for fear he would be tempted to write something thai wasn' so--Hannibal Journal- Put yqur boy to work if he is. not in school. f there Is noth ing else for him (to do put him to whitewashing the back fence, keep the Uirn mowed and even cut the Winter's supply of wood. Anything is better than load ing about town at the rear end of a cigarette, learning aJJ. the evil habits and contracting aji; the'Fjces that are apaC to . catpb idlers.- . No hoii labor wijl hurt your boy, buttbe. e,vil habits bp rpay. .contract in the sVeets maoL kUl his. .jiou,), and poison bis moral .nature so. as. to malfe bim a detrime.qt( tp the community in wWcjj. qe lives. - aftd bow down his gray -.haired parents w.ith, sorrow,. If, .the, fathers and robber,, qf, today vouJ.4 pply lear,n,the im.por t.auce of training the-son?- Sq as. to he nbustnous.and,kfep1them. of tbp streets, tftp. c.om.pg gen eration wenW, be- inestimably better for iv SsipQtiyL MWHjfcM Armstrong, of Missoula, Mpnth, bap. been., the. gues of net. sifter, 3H a.t Jamison- She- aft; f ,'' hpr north wesAwv Mpwe Jay ,af wsmoofi..