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THE COLLISION BETWEEN THE TIGEB AND THE CRUISER BERWICK.
The lllur.tratlou uopiots thi tcrrlhlo liritish lmvul
disaster which recently occurred off the Isle of Wight.
During Bonic night operations, carried on without lights,
off the south coast of the Island, the destroyer Tiger ran
across the bows of the armored cruiser Berwick. Both
vessels were going at full speed, and the destroyer was
cut la two between the second and third fuunels. The
forepart, on which the commander and most of the deck
hands were stationed, tilted perpendicularly and went
down with all hands, 'i'lic men In the stern part,
promptly ordered up from below, were able to throw
themselves clear of the rrv.t of the vessel, and some kept
afloat on oars, spars, ar.d wreckage; but nearly every
man saved belonged to the engine room staff. The Ber
wick and Gladiator sent boats to the rescue, with the
result that twenty-two persons were saved. At the mo
ment of the collision a great sheet of tlame shot up from
the furnaces.
IN LOVE'S TENDER KEEPING.
Hold me a littlo away from the world,
Dear arms ! with your tendrrest cling
ing; The bird with Its bn ast to the blue sing-
eth sweet,
But the stars never answer ljs singing.
Tte cold lights but lure us to lead us
astray ;
The thorn's In the red of the rose of
May
Lend me to love, dear, and teach me to
pray.
Hold me (a little away from the world,
Dear arms ! with your 6nn claap and
tender ;
For the lights on the heights stream
through desolate nights
A tempest of tears In the splendor.
Tis the gleam and the dream that wonid
lead us astray,
The keen thorns have crimsoned the roses
of May
Lead me to love, dear, and teach me to
pray.
Frank L. Stanton.
Through the Night
Hot with resentful retrospect, Tom
Sardon leaned heavily upon the parapet
of the bridge. All around the silent
streets, the absence of life, the dark
ness, accentuated more thnn illumined
by the eVen-spaced gas lamps, seemed to
convey the idea of a deserted city as
If man, awed by the devastation he had
wrought on fair Nature's face, had fled
from his grim handiwork. Like virgin
souls engulfed In n mire of sin, the
6uovflakes fell silently and vanished in
the grimy-looking water that flowed sul
lenly underneath the bridge.
"I beg your pardon."
The lurch of a heavy body against
the brooding man brought him back
sharply to the present. A belated trav
eler, the sound of his footsteps dead
ened by the mantle of snow which by
this time had turned sidewalk and road
way Into one level highway, had slipped
on a snow-tipped heel and fallen against
the loiterer on the bridge. The latter,
o brusquely aroused to time and place,
started at the sound of the other man's
voice, and peered, with set eyes, Into
his face. The recognition was mutual.
"Lionel !"
"Tom !"
The tones of their rolces differed ;
one was of glad amazement, the other
of bitter Intensity.
"My dear lad, who'd hare thought of
meeting you here?"
Lionel held out his hand, but the
proffered mark of friendship waa un
heeded. With body erect and taut, In
a voice which a blend of Utterness and
nxiety made to tremble.Tom asked:
"Did you marry Miss Arley?"
"Yes," returned the other.
"Then I wish you much happiness!"
snapped out the angry Torn, and, turn
ing on his heel, strode off, not noticing.
In his hot mood, that he was going in
the direction which Lionel had been
pursuing.
For a few moments the latter stood
looking at his brother's retreating fig
ure, then with a smile of comprehen
sion he hurried after the wanderer.'
"Come along home with me, Tom.
Let us have a talk about old times."
"Do you Imagine I have any desire
to discuss the past? My father drove
me from his presence with a bitter
taunt. You married the one girl "
"Come now, old fellow, look here ; let
xis deal plainly with each other as man
to man. Nay, you shall hear me. Where
are you going to? What are you doing
now? Down on your luck, eh?"
"What is that to you? I want no
sympathy, not even Justice, from any
of my own kin."
Ho staggered and, but for his broth'
er's upholding arm, would have fallen
"Steady, old chap, we're nearly home.
You've been running yourself too fine.
Here we are!"
By this time they had reached a
bouse which stood, an oasis of home
life, amidst the desert of warehouses,
printing offices, and the like. The pon
derous, polished knocker, the wide
steps, the arched fanlight over the door,
the solid aspect of the building, told
of a time when merchants were con
tent to live amidst the scenes of tbelr
labors. With his left hand Lionel un
locked the door and then supported and
helped Tom up the steps luto the hall
and caused him to sit In a chair. Quiet
ly refastenlng the front door, he turned
Into a small room on a level with the
hall. After lighting the gas he okcl
the fire, which had been left burning
for him, into a blaze, placed a small
kettle on the fire, and returned to Tom,
who sat, white and tired, looking at
the portrait of a gentle-faced lady hung
opposite to hlui."
"Now, we're right," said Lionel.
"Como in here, Tom."
He helped his brother to a cosy arm
chair near the fire and busied himself
with setting out some bread and cold
meat, which was ready cut. ?rom a cup
board, talking rapidly and vivaciously
ull the while.
"This Is my sanctum. I'm left here
undisturbed. I am hungry. Traveling
makes jou so, dotsn't it? Will you join
me In a little snack? Six o'clock lu the
morning is a funny time for a meal,
but I. believe In eating when you are
hungry- There, now. You take the
head of the tablj, as befits you. Come
a toast! You won't refuse that, will
yon? To my wife!"
lie held out his glass toward the por
trait of a lady which stood in the cen
ter of the mantelpiece. With fierce eyes
Tom looked at the picture of a gentle
lady sitting enthroned as a happy moth
er, with her two children, one standing
by her side, the other nestling In her
arms.
"That your wife!" said Tom. Amaze
ment was followed by a quick gleam
of hope. "You told mo that you mar
ried Miss Arley!"
"So I did." Lionel's eyes twinkled.
"A health! To my wife!"
"Your wife!" and wonderlngly Tom
drank the toast. Lionel kept his broth
er served with the simple meal, and
under the Influence of his surroundings
and the badly needed food, Tom seemed
to forget everything else but to satisfy
the craving of lils hunger.
Lionel went to a desk, unlocked It and
took out a square, blue envolpe, sealed
and addressed In n firm, clerky hand,
Ill liP
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TOM TOOK OUT THE J.ETTEB.
Handing It to
to "My Son Thomas."
Tom, he said:
"Now, I'll leave you for a minute or
two while you n'ad your epistle. I
sha'n't be long away."
Softly closing the door, ho crept up
stairs, chuckling to himself at every
step.
"What a lark! Poor old Tom!"
Tom waited till his brother had closed
the door, and then ripped open the en
velope and took 'out the letter:
"My Son You and I parted In anger.
You have gone away, I know not where,
leaving your father and your brother
without a good-bye. You have not writ
ten, and now In my last days I find
myself cut off from communication with
my eldest sou. But before I die I wish
to set down some particulars of which
I feel you are Ignorant. Jacob Arley was
my enemy. The only crime ne couia
ever accuse me of was that I married
your mother the girl he professed to
love, but who did not love him. Three
times he tried to ruin me In business,
but failed. When you told me that you
loved his daughter and wished to
marry her, I forbade you, on pain of my
displeasure, to think of such a thing.
When you persisted you were always
stubborn I threatened you with loss
of my favor and esteem, and to dis-
snadu you for I loved you, my sou I
Informed you that your brother Lionel
had a claim upn Miss Arley's affec
tions. So he had, but not upon the
Miss Arley whom you and I quarreled
about The woman your brother loved
and has Just married Is Miss Arley's
cousin, and bore the same name. I ask
you to let the traitorous designs of your
father's enemey be the excuse for my
deception. I have since repented of it
Beforo I go to Join your mother I wish
you to know, should this letter ever
fall Into your bands, that the bead'
strong course you pursued in leaving
home after our quarrel has darkened
the closing hours of my life. Some day
you will leara that it is the privilege
of the old to remonstrate with thG
young and the duty of the young to
listen In patience to ndfnotilslinicnt.
The warehouse and the business I
have left to you. Your brother holds
It in trust till you return. lie will be
a good steward, for he Is upright and
generous, and has such an affection for
you that I trust you will return it la
some measure. May the peace that
well doing brings be yours. Accept my
blessing. But, oh! my Ind, why did
you ever leave your well-meaning but
blundering father?
Thomas Sardou."
"Good news, ol-d man?"
"Yes, too good for me. I'll not let
you read the letter, Li. It Is too sac
red. But I am off again, LI. I'll write
this time to tell you how I get on."
"Not without your breakfast, my son.
My wife will be down soon, and she
will be disappointed if yoisAo nway
without seeing her. I told her the good
news of your arrival."
"Well, all right. But after break
fast I must say good-bye."
"Perhaps," said Lionel.
lie led his brother upstairs and, wit'i
rare tact, left blm after giving him thu
key of the ancient oak clothes chest
where Their mother had kept their stock
cf household li:ien, their little baby
shoes, and other trifles of fond reme:n-brani-p.
Tom unlocked the chest and
with 'trembling hands drew out the
clothes that he had left behind In his
hurried departure from his homo some
years before. Then, after' tubbing, he
dressed himself and waited.
The gong sounded. Lionel appeared
and led the way downstairs to the
breakfast room. A pleasant faced lady
there was Introduced as Lionel's wife.
With womanly Intuition she greeted
him as if he wer nn old acquaint
ance, and busied herself attending to
the want of n little Imy and girl who
were clamoring for "Aunt Bessie."
Tom winced at the name.
"Do you take tea or coffee?" asked
his hostess; but she received no reply.
Her liroMier-ln-law lkad half risen from
his chair, his eyes riveted on a lady
who stood In the doorway, her hands
pressed to her breast, her llss .mi, gray
clad ll gun? outlined ng-.'.lnst the door's
dark background, mid swaying with
agitation. For a moment n dead si
lenci? fell on the room. Then, with a
glad cry, Tom broke the sjk'11 of ns
tonlKlnnent which enfolded him, and
rose up In his place.
"Bessie!"
"Tom 1"
lie strode up to her. ,
"You waited for me, then through
all these years?"
"Yes. Tom. I would have waited for
ever.
The simple words went home. lie
drew her to him. till her head sank
upon his breast. Brokenly he murmured:
"This Is too much happiness. I am
not deserving."
Lionel, who was almost choking him
self In his efforts to continue his break
fast, at last cried out:
"Come along, you two! Breakfast
Is getting cold." London Tlt-Blts.
Tenderneaa of the llanitlnor Jndo-e.
Justice Hawkins' tenderness for
women prisoners was well known. He
admitted It, anil he hnd a great dislike
of sentencing these poor creatures to
death who had been recommended to
mercy and would probably be re
prieved. On one such occasion tho
sheriff asked If he was not going to
put on the black cap.
"No." he answered, "I am not. I do
not Intend the poor creature to be
hanged, and I um not going to frighten
her to death."
Addressing her by name, he said:
Don't pay any attention to wbnt I
. . a ... I 1 1 ,
am going 10 reau. uiinii wju ne
done to you. 1 am sure you dfd not
know in your great 1 rouble and sorrow
what you were doing, and I will take
cine to represent your case so that
nothing will harm you in the way of
punishment."
He then mumbled over the words of
the sentence of death so that the poor
creature did not henr them. Loudon
Graphic.
. Aa omlnoua Slirn.
"There was a man the other night
trying to play a 'black hand' game with
me."
"Oh, John, what did he do?"
"Held all tho spades and clubs when
the black cards were trumps." Baltl
more American.
people are so suspicious of each
other that when a man falls to get
letter at the postofllcv, he imagines' that
It is because the puatiuutter bates bku,
"What Is the capacity of your
church?" "About r.(X spring hats."
Life.
Jeweler Shall I engrave the bride's
initials on tho Inside? Fiance Better
say, "For my best Moved." Fllegendo
Blaetter.
Miss Mlllyuns (rather aged) Will
you love me -when I'm old? Brighton
F.arly (absently) Well, what do you
think I'm doing now?
The Professor's Wife You haven't
k!ssid nie for a week. The Professor
t absently) Are you sure? Then who
is It I have been kissing? Life.
Maggie (calling upstairs) The gas
stove went out, mum. Mistress Well,
light It! Maggie It went out through
the roof, mum. Success Magazine.
Do yulz Have you heard a robin
yet? Do Whiz No, lu.t I've seen a
woman with her head tieil up in a tow
o beating a carpet In the back yard.
Judge. v.
Walter (who has Just served up
some soup)-'-Looks uncommonly like
rain, sir. Diner Yes. by Jove, snd
tastes like It, too! Bring me some
thick soup. London Tut lor.
'VBllger eloped wMh his cook, tho
unfeeling wretch!" "Well. I .don't
know. Why shouldn't he If he wanted
to?" "But his wife was just going to
give a dinner party." Life.
"The corporation has resolved at last
to lay out a park for the benefit of the
poor." "Have tho preparations begun?"
"Bather ! All the 'Keep Off the Grass'
boards have arrived already." Tlt
Blts. "Going to make a garden?" "Not
much." "I thought you were so enthu
siastic on the subject last summer."
"Won't you allow a man to learn any
thing by exierienee?" Nashville
American.
Wink lie didn't use to dodge his
rich relatives, but he does now. Bink
Doe3, oh? And as poor as he Is?
Wink Sure! All his rich relatives
have bought automobiles. Chicago
Dally News.
BUI I sec In a favorable wind a
fox can scent a man at a distance of
ouo-quarter of n mile. Jill Of course,
he could scent him farther It tho man
happened to be In an automobile.
Youkers Statesman.
"Beware!" whispered the fortune
teller; "your bitterest enemy will
shortly cross your path " "Hoo
ray!" cried the man, delightedly; "my
new motor car won't do a thing . to
him." Philadelphia Press.
Boston Bill I'm getting weary of
this blase, nomadic, peripatetic exist
ence, aren't you, pal? Omaha Bed
(after recovering) Why o-r, yer see,
BUI, It never struck mo In dat light
beforo. Is It really as bad as all dat?
Puck.
"Kxcuse me for not stopping." ex
claimed Little. "I'm In a hurry to got
home. 1'hat's rather unusual," said
Largo, "what's the trouble?" "My wife
has a cold," explained Little, "and sha
can't speak above a whisper." Tbs
Bohemian.
"The Swelltons seem to keep up an
Imposing establishment," remarked tlis
canned goida drummer. "You bet they
do," replied the groceryiiinu, with a
sigh long drawn out, "and I'm one of
the fellows they Impose on." Chicago
Daily News.
"Mamma, is the old black hen going
to be ss.'iit away fur the summer?"
"No Tommy; but why do you ask?"
"Well I beard papa tell the now gov
erness that he would take her out rid
ing when he sent the old hen away for
the summer." -Harper's Weekly.
"What does you reckon yer'll like tor
do w'en you gits ter glory?" "Well,"
said Brother Dickey, "since you put de
question ter mo, I'll make answer ter
It: Kf dey lets nie have my way, I'll
d""S lay hat-k on a white cloud, an' let
tl'j heavenly winds blow mo funi star
io star." Atlanta Constitution.
"Confound it," cried the angry hus
band, "any old thing appeals to you If
It's only cheap!". His bargain-hunting
wife grimly smiled. "Don't for
get," she sarcastically i larked, "that
you yourself are one of my character
istic Investments." Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
"Wtiat brought you here, my poor
man?" Inquired the prison visitor.
"Well, lady," replied the prisoner, "I
guess my trouble started In attondln'
too many weddiu's." "Ah! Y'ou learn
ed to drink there, or steal .perhaps?"
"No, lady ; I was always the bride
groom." Tit-Bits.
"Have you fixed up my will Just the
wry I told you 7" asked the sick man,
who was the possessor of ninny needy
relatives and some well-to-do but
grasping ones. "I have," asserted th
iawyer. "Just aiKsiroiig and tight as
you can make it, eh?" asked his ell
flit. The lawyer nodded. "All right,"
said the sick man. "Now I wait to
ask you ouo thing not professionally
who do you hink stands the liest
chance of getting the property when
I'm gone?" Youth's Companion.
Turuliiit I -r-i lulu Vlflory.
She (In tones of rejection) Well,
ucorgo, to be plain with you
He But you can never be thati
never, never, you are lioautlful.
She Well, then yes Boston Tran
script. I rliiiliiul.
The religious editor was struggling
with the query, "Is it a sin to play
poker?" After much prayerful cot
Hbicration ne wrote tne roiiowjng re
ply: "Yes; the way some people play
It." Philadelphia Press.
Opinions cf Great Papers on Important Subjects.
TO WHIP OR NOT TO WHIP?
1IK school authorities of New York City
" fii 4 I have bad under consideration for many
l I months tho question of tho ndvlsnbllity of
tl K'l Mlf, ll'l ('Willi I'lIIH.-lllllll Ilk I," II H HUB
of correction and discipline In tho elemen
tary si hoois. Tho (superintendents and
principals have been consulted, and a com
mittee, after tabulating the returns, finds that a ma
jority recommend whipping In certain oases. Tho com
mittee Itself Indorses thin recommendation, and now the
matter is "up" to the board of education.
Something of a sensation has lioen caused by the re
port that New York contemplates the restoration of the
rod or the strai) in her schools at this late day, a day
of humanity and progress and education by "selection"
and play. But it should be borne In iniinl that the prop
osition Is carefully limited. Teachers are to have no
right to resort to physical correction under any circum
stances. Whore obstinate Insubordination and truancy
render whipping necessary In tho opinion of the princi
pal, either he (or she), In the presence of the parent, or
the parent himself (or herself) is to perform the salu
tary operation.
With so many safeguards nnd restrictions to prevent
cruelty and abuse by impulsive or incompetent educators,
It cannot be said that the New York recommendation is
drastic or terribly reactionary. Still, the opponents of
whipping will object to It as "the thin end of the wedge"
and urge the establishment of special trunnt schools in
stead. Chicago Beoord-Ilerald.
DEATH RATE AMONG THE STATES.
HE Federal Census Bureau is now making
vnnrlv icnnrts on niorlnlltv statistics from
1a i --- - w
1 such States and cities as maintain a care
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iUiiy uonuiie'iru l-fcinimi.nii -aui fiiiv
the causes thereof. This so-called registra
tion area was very small when the bureau
began Its work several years ago, but It is
being constantly enlarged, and for the report for 190(1,
Issued recently, it embrai-es fifteen States, the District of
Columbia, and seventy-seven registration cities In non
registration States. These States and cities had In 1000
an estimated population of about 41,000,tXK), or nearly ono
half the population of the continental Cnltod States. The
registration area Is being steadily extended. The av
erage death rate for all the States In the registration dis
trict was 10.1 in BHMl, compared with 10.2 in 11)05, nnd
1C.3 for the average nunual rate from 1001 to 1005.
These are very low figures. They compare favorably
flth present death rates in foreign countries. But it
Is when this present death rate of 10.1, over an area
peopled by above 40,000,000 persons. Is placed in com
parison wlfli rates which used to prevail In the earlier
ualf of the last century, that the progress of mankind
In mastering the forces which produce premature death
Is made impressively manifest As this Ceusus Bureau
report says, "the tendency in the larger countries with a
lMipulatloii of similar character to that of the United
States now seems toward an annual death" rate of about
Io per 1,000 or less."
Next to pulmonary tutoroulosl" as a chief cause of
death conies pneumonia, with a rate of 149 per 100,000
of population, followed by heart disease, 130.7; diarrhea
and enteritis, 122.9; Brlght's disease and nephritis, 09.3;
apoplexy, 71.8, and cancer, 70.8. A generally Increasing
mortality rate from cancer Is indicated for areas whore
statistics for a series of years are available, and the
rcort says that hils Is true of foreign countries as
well. It Is a disease against which medical science
sooivs to lie making no headway, and we are loft as
much In the dark respecting tho reasons for Its increase
as respecting Its nature snd the means of combating It
Springfield (Mnss.) Bcpuhllcan. r
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THE STEAMSHIP TO EE BUILT. V
O man can at this moment say when the
limit of size will be reached in the bulg
ing of ocean liners. Extremely big and
swift ships cannot be developed much be
youd the present dimensions and speed, un
less their owners are willing to run thetn
at a loss for the sake of advertising their
linos or unless tbey are made commercially profitable
through government subsidies. But ships of evtreme
size and moderate speed are iiosslble of construction,
and even of profitable operation, to an extent which
would dwftrf anything now upon the seas. The ocean
greyhound 800 feet long is a torrltle consumer of fuel;
the mammoth of 1,000 feet sauntering across the Atlantic
In eight days uses only a moderate amount by compari
son. As the coal question is the chief restriction upon
size, we may as well sit back and watch the builders
Juggle with it until the day arrives when it shall be
absolutely prohibitive upon further rivalry. And by that
time, may be, we shall have found some cheaiier fuel
that will help us to build a ship whose bow will be able
to touch Sandy Hook before the stern"has quite passed
the signal station at Nantucket. Brooklyn Eagle.
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WHIPPING IN PUBLIC SCHOOLS.
HERE Is little whipping In the English
schools to-day, and It Is almost confined to
historic institutions, such as Eton, Harrow
and Bugby, where the rich and aristocratic
send their sons, and whore a peculiar pride
Is taken In maintaining ancient customs.
It may be true thut "to spare the rod Is
to spoil the child." It may be a fact that American boys
and girls are allowed too much Indulgence, and that
they would have better manners and ierhaps better mor
als were the old system re-established. The great ma
jority of parents and teachers refuse to be thus per
suaded. Ihey persist In regarding corporal punishment
as a relic of barbarism, and In believing that youth can
lie effectually trained and disciplined in other and bet
ter ways. rhlludolphla Inquirer. , .
As a untu gets old.-r, ho realizes that
n rimmI deal of ids youthful wit wai
nothing more than Impudence.
Some men get stage flight In thell
kneos every tuno they sue a pollceiuoa
IN MEMORY OP OLD VIRGINIA.
Plantation Wart Ilppnlled tor la-
rldent In Street Car.
All tho seats were tnkeu In the car
which I entered one morning in early
April, Bays n writer In Llpplncotf s. An
old colored man sat next the door. It
Is not often In those days that l" see
that type of black man. I used to soo
that kind on tho old Virginia planta
tion, where ho was "I'ng Llge" or "L'ng
Sambo" to all the household. His days
were devoted to useful toll and hl
evenings to his banjo nnd tho old plan
tation melodies as they wore sung then
nnd never In his wildest visions did ho
dream of logarithms and' Greek roots
for his race.
"Take this scat, Mistis," he said, ris
ing promptly. "Mlstls" sounded very
"homey" and pleasant to mo. It had
boon so long since I was "Mlstls' to
anybody.
"Thank you, uncle," said I. "Keep
your seat. I would Just as lief stand."
"'Sense nie, please, Mistis, but taln't
fltten for you toll stun' ; you mus' set,"
he admonished, respectfully.
I took tho seat, thniiklng him for his
courtesy. Soon a departing passen
ger left a vacancy.
"There is a seat for you," I said to
the old man.
"Botweon the ladles, ma'am?" He
hesitated.
"Yes," I said.
He bowed apologetically to right and
left and took the vacant place.
Just before Ioavlng tho car I slipped
a silver piece Into his hand, saying:
"Uncle, get you a nice luncheon with
this in memory of old Virginia."
'Thank you, my Mlstls," ho said,
opening his hand to look at the little
gift and then closing it. Then he
touched his hat and thanked me again.
I lsft the car with a sunnier feeling In
my heart loeause of the chanco meet
ing, but with no thought that I should
ever again hoar of my old Virginian;
That afternoon I received a bunch
tt arbutus which had toen left for me
by an old colored man "fur the tall
lady with a long blue coat and white
halt? In memory of old Virginia nn
tan otd-tliue days."
REMAEKABLE TRAP FOR BIRDS.
lo r'lak Feel I'aluf
How sensitive to pain are fish?- A
correspondent writes: "I have a small
pond which Is stocked with trout. I
keep an accurate account of those I
catch and note when I lose any. One
morning a big rainbow trout broke the
worm hoi.k wit Ii which I bad hooked
hhu. That evening I lux. Veil nnil'lamb-d
t good trout, also wli'i. worm tackles
which proved to bo my friend of the
morning, as right 'down lu his stomach
was the broken gut and hook, ami, be
side this, lu his lip was a March brown
fly hook which, according to my fish
ing book, must have been there many
weeks. A fish with a fly hixik In his
mouth, a worat hook in ids stomach
and ready to gulp down halt must bo
quite Impervious to what we mortals
rail pain.-
t aiiav uuil Kir-ct.
"Yes," said Mrs. Nexdor, "my daugh
ter Is very iKl-severlng lu her lani-
playing. Do you uotbv that she's lin
proving?"
"No," replied Mrs. Peppery, "and I
also notice that my husl nud's temper
isn't." Philadelphia Press.
It Is uitich easier for a bud inuu to
live down to his reputation thau It la
tot a i;oJ iu:iii to !1tc up to nil.
tt 'HF
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CATCHING CHOWS BY MEANS OF UlUD-LIMED PAPIiU BAGS IN
SNOW.
The bags are placed In the snow with their mouths level with the sur
face. For a few days each bag is filled with snow, uion which rests a piece
of raw moat or fish. At first the birds are shy, and will not go near the con
trivance; but hunger overcomes tlmldityt and they eat. For a time all goes
well with them; day after day they secure the tempting morsels. Then ia
the trapper's chance. In ench bag, instead of snow, ho places bird lime; and
on the bird llino meat. When next the birds come to food, they find their
heads held fast lu tho bags, and when they seek to By fhoy flounder t( the
earth. So many jackdaws and crows are caught, some for iH?ts. some for
the pot. Bird lime, It may not lie commonly known, is n viscous substance
prepared from tho Inner bark of the holly. Illustrated London News.
1W
A ROSE FOR TRIBUTE
When in a comfortable state of sol
vency, tho householder may suffer no
nervous dread at thou.'ht of the land
lord apiM'iirlng at the door; still, rent
day Is not generally observed as a fin
tlvnl ami time of rejoicing, as is Hie
case once a year in Maiiheim, near Lan
caster, Pennsylvania. .
There, during Juno last year, u young
lady of Harrlsbuig, a lineal descendant
of Banai William Henry Stlegel, de
manded and received, from tho au
thorities of the Zlon I'vangellcnl Lu
theran Church, one red rose, lu pay
ment for rent of tho ground on which
the church stands.
This quaint and charming ceremony,
part of tho annual feast of roses, has
bceu observed yearly since 18!)0, and
Is duo to an ancient transaction. In
1770 Baron Stlegel. founder of he
town, deeded tho land to tho congrega
tion, stipulating that, whonovor.domanil
should bo made in duo and lawful form,
rental to the amount of one red rosa
should bo paid over.
Tlio baron. It Is recorded, claimed bis
right but twice. hiH "tenants" on thesM
two occasions responding cheerfully and
promptly, 'iho ceremony was then neg
lected for more than a century for
tho descendants of the founder for somo
reason waived their inherited rights
and was revived only recently,
Tho rent-paying' Is now made the oc
casion for memorial addresses and gen
eral reviving of historic associations, as
well as fur a delightful festival, which
has a most pleasing flavor In this daj
and age.
That 8b Acksd II Int.
The maid may be a "buchus oo,"
Be piek-clni kcil and ili-liclinia ;
But still, if she gets wed this year
We're hound to be auspicious.
Houston Post.
Kveu the sarcastic woman declines to
make any cutting remarks when ah
baa an ax to grind.
