Human Interest.
I don't pretend to know the ways
Of baseball men. I'm baffled quite
By writers who describe the plays
In language weirdly erudite.
And yet I cneer and cheer again.
I love the pastime, truth to tell.
Because It gives me, now and then,
A chance to get outdoors and yeill
Of politics, alas! my store
Of Information !s but thin,
But I'll be there, Just as of yore,
To cheer when the returns com# in.
To wonder frequently I pause,
How many others near me dwell.
Who get excited Just because
They love to get outdoors and yell.
—Washington Star.
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BABII.Y REMEDIED.
Physician—Have you any aches ot
pains this morning?
Patient—Tea, doctor; It hurt* me to
breathe—In fact, the only trouble now
aeema to he with my breath.
Physician—All right I'll give yov
aomethlng that will aoon atop that.
CORED ITCHING HUMOR.
Etc, Painful Swelling* Broke ail
Did Hal Heal—Suffered Three
Vurn-JTort urea Yield to Cutlcura.
“Little black swellings were scatter
ed over my face and neck nnd they
would leave little black scars that
would itch so I couldn’t keep from
scratching them. Larger swellings
would appear and my clothes would
stick to the sores. I went to a doctor,
but the trouble only got worse. By
this time It was all over my arms and
the upper part of my body In swellings
ts large aa a dollar. It was so pain
ful that I could not bear to He on my
back. The second doctor stopped the
swellings, but when they broke the
places would not heal. I bought a set
•f the Cutlcura Remedies and In less
than a week some of the places were
nearly well. I continued until I had
naed three sets, and now I am sound
and well. The disease lasted three
years. O. L. Wilson, Puryear, Tenn.,
Eeb. 8, 1908.’’
Potter Drug Sc Chem. Corp., Sole
Praps, of Cutlcura Remedies. Boston.
One Enough for Johnny.
From the Delineator.
The Sunday echol lesson was from that
eorlpture which teaches that If your
brother strike you on the cheek, you
should turn the other also and endure even
for 70 times seven. Johnny had listened to
hi* teacher very attentively when she em
phasised' this fact, and after the lesson the
superintendent rose to make a few re
mark*.
“Now. boys,” he wild, "how many times
eurbt another boy to strike you before
you hit him back?"
"Just about once!" promptly answered
.Johnny,
LOSE MO SLEEP
"FnmC1 » nagging cough or Irrltntod tbroet. Allen'i
l^ng will hoot tboafTootlon Quickly and bone
SowlJ. All druggist*. gSc. Mo sail 11.00 buttle*.
A High Financier.
From the Delineator.
little 3-year-old Diner received a dim*
for taking a dose of castor oil. Thg
day her big brother Fred asked her tc
pick up a basket of cobs.
"How much will you give me?" she
asked.
“A nickel," replied her brother.
"Humph:” said Klner, “I can make more
than that taking castor oil."
All Going Out.
From Puck.
Judge (sternly)—Three times In a month!
What do you make of this, sir?
Rastua (apologetically)—'Deed I dolin’
make nuffln'. You fellows up here seem
to be d* only ones dat get any 'ounlary
profit out of hauling me up.
Mr*. Wlnltw'i Sootsiao Stsut for Obndron
Met*la*. sofMai tho gam*. roAacoo laflammall os
aUayoyaln, cares wtsdeolla. 29o a botua.
On the Aerial Highway.
From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The Aerial Sergeant—You saw the
collision, did you?
The Aerial Monoplane Cop—Yep.
Other fellow was all to blame. Full
of ozone, I fancy.
"Did you get his number?"
"Nope. He flew behind a cloud and
hid In a bunch of mist.”
“You’d know his flyer if you saw It
again?”
“Sure. It's a high gear Action with
•lx flippers and a Zephyr exhaust.”
"Any passengers?”
“Three burlesque blondes and a vau
deville brunette.”
"Evidently a borrowed car?”
"Evidently."
“Well, find the owner. I'm going to
break up this high speed carelessness
if I have to fill the aerial police station
bo full of speeders that they drop out
every time the door opens. Get busy."
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(Copyright, 1909, by Stanley J. Weyman.)
CHAPTER IX—Continued.
Uncle Ullck winced. "Ay, to be sure!
To be sure, lad," he answered. But he
rubbed his head, like a man in a diffi
culty.
The Bishop seemed to be going to
ask a question. Before he could speak,
however. Flavin came tripping down
the stairs, a gay song on her lips.
Half way down, the song, light and
sweet as a bird’s, came to a sudden
end.
“I am afraid I am late!" she said.
And then—as the Colonel supposed—
she saw that more than the family
party were assembled; that the Bishop
and Captain Machin were there also,
and the strangers--and, above all, that
he was there. She descended the last
three stairs silently, but with a height
ened color, moved j>roudly into the
middle of the group, and courtsled be
fore the ecclesiastic till her knee
touched the floor.
He gave her his hand to kiss, with a
smile and a murmured blessing. She
rose with sparkling eyes.
"It is a good morning!” she said, as
one who having done her duty could
bo cheerful.
"It Is a very fine morning." the
Bishop answered in the same spirit.
"The sun shines on us, as we would
have him shine. And after breakfast,
with your leave, iny daughter, and with
your brother's leave, we will hold a
little council. What say you. Colonel
Sullivan?" he continued, turning to
tho Colonel. "A family council? Will
you join us?"
The McMurrough uttered an excla
mation, so unexpected and strident,
that the words were not articulate.
But the bishop understood them, for,
as all turned to him, “Nay,” he said,
“it shall be for the colonel to say. But
It’s 111 arguing with a fasting man," he
continued genially, "and by your
leave wo will return to the matter after
brenkfast!”
“I am not for argument at all." Cap
tain Machin said. It was the first
time he had spoken.
CHAPTER X.
A COUNCIL OF WAR.
The meal had been eaten, stolidly
by some, by others with a poor appe
tite, by Colonel John with a thought
ful face. Two men of family, but
broken fortunes, old Sir Donny Mc
Carthy of Dingle, and Timothy Burke,
of Maamtrasnu, had joined the party—
Under the rose, as it were, and neither
giving nor receiving a welcome. Now
old Darby kept the door and the bishop
the hearth; whence, standing with his
back to the glowing peat, ho could ad
dress his audience with eye and voice.
The others, risen from the table, had
placed themselves here and there
where they pleased. Tho courtyard,
visible through the windows, seethed
with an ever-lncreaslng crew of peas
that basis, while I can admire, reverend
sir, the man who Is ready to set his
life on a desperate hazard to gain
something which he sets above that
life. I take the case to be different
where It Is a question of the lives of
others. Then I say the chances must
be weighed.”
"However sacred the cause and high
the aim?”
"I think so."
The bishop sighed, his chin sinking
on his breast. "I am sorry,” he said,
"I am sorry.”
"That we cannot see alike In a matter
so grave? Yes sir; so am I."
"No. That I met you this morning."
"I am not sorry,” Colonel John re
plied, stoutly refusing to seft the
other’s meaning. "For—hear me out, X
beg. You and I have seen the world and
can weigh the chances. Your friend,
too. Captain Machin”—he pronounced
the name In ad odd tone—"He, too,
knows on what he Is embarked and how
he will stand If the result be failure. It
may be that ho already has his home,
his rank and his fortune in foreign
parts, and he will be little the worse if
the worse befall.”
"I?” Machin cried, stung out of his
taciturnity. "I>et me tell you, sir, that
I fling back the Insinuation.”
But the colonel proceeded as If the
other were not speaking. "You, rever
end sir, yourself,” he continued, “know
well on what you are embarking, its
prospects, and the Issue for you if It
fail. But you are by youf profession
and choice devoted to a life of danger.
You are willing, day by day and hour
by hour, to run the risk of death. But
these, my cousin there’’—looking with
a kind eye at Flavla—"she-”
“Leave me out!” she cried, passion
ately. And she rose to her feet, her
face on fire. “I separate myself from
you! I, for my part, ask no better than
to Buffer for my country.”
"She thinks she knows, but she does
not know,” the colonel continued quiet
ly, unmoved by her words. "She can
not guess what it Is to be cast adrift—
alone, a woman, penniless, in a strange
land. And yet that at the best—and the
worst may be unspeakably worse—
must be her fate if this plot miscarry!
For others, The McMurrough and his
friends yonder”—he indicated the group
by the window—"they also are igno
rant.”
The McMurrough sprang to his feet,
spluttering with rage. "Speak for your
self!” he cried.
"They know nothing,” the colonel
continued, quite unmoved, “of that
force against which they are asked to
pit themselves, of that stolid power
over sea, never more powerful than
now.”
“The saints will be between us and
harm!” the eldest of the O'Beirnes
cried, rising In his wrath. "It's speak
for yourself I say too!"
"And I!"
"And I!” others of the group roared
with gestures of defiance.
"Yes, let him give up his sword,” Flavia said.
antry. frieza-conted or half bare, who
whooped and jabbered, now about one
of their number, now ubout another.
The Irish air was soft, the hum of
voices cheerful; nor could anything
less like a secret council less like a
meeting of men about to commit them
selves to a dark and dangerous enter
prise, be well Imagined.
But no one was deceived. The cour
age, the onthusiusm that danced in
Flavin's eyes were reflected more dark
ly and more furtively in a score of
faces, within the room and without. To
enjoy one hour of triumph, to wreak
upon the cursed English a tithe of the
wrongs, a tithe of the insults, that their
country hail suffered, to he the spoke
on top, were it but for a day, to die
for Ireland If they could not live for
her. Could man own Irish blood, and
an Irish name, and not rise at the call?
If there were such a man, oh! cow
ardly, mean, and miserable he seemed
to Flavia McMurrough. Much she mar
velled at the patience, the considera
tion, the arguments, which the silver
tongued ecclesiastic brought to bear
upon him. She longed to denounce him.
to bid him begone, and do his worst.
But she was a young plotter, and ho
who spoke from the middle of the
hearth with so much patience and for
bearance was an old one, proved by
years of peril, and tempered by a score
of failures a man long accustomed to
play with the lives and fortunes of
men. He knew better than she what
was at stake to win or lose; nor was
It without forethought that he had de
termined to risk much to gain Colonel
Sullivan. To his mind, and to Machin’s
mind, the other men In the room were
but tools to be used, puppets to be
danced. But this man—for among sol
diers of fortune there Is a camaraderie,
so that they are known to one another
by repute from the Baltic to Cadiz—
was a coadjutor to be gained. He was
one whose experience, joined with an
Irish name, might well avail them
much.
Colonel John might refuse, he might
be obdurate. But In that event the
bishop's mind was made up. Flavia
supposed that if the colonel held out
he would be dismissed, and so an end.
But the speaker nrmde no mistake. He
hud chosen to grip the nettle danger,
and he knew that gentle measures were
no longer possible. He must enlist Col
onel Sullivan or—but it has been said
that he was no novice in dealing with
the lives of men.
"If It be a question only of the
chances,” he sail, after some beating
about the bush, “if I am right In sup
posing that It is only that which with
holds Colonel Sullivan from Joining
us"
"I do not say it Is." Colonel John re
plied gravclf. "But to deal with IL on
One, stepping forward, snapped his
fingers close to the colonel's face. "That
for you—that for you!" he cried. "Now,
or whenever you will, day or night, and
sword or pistol! To the devil with
your impudence, sir: I'd have you know
you’re not the only man lias seen the
world. The shame of the world on you,
talking like a schoolmaster while your
country cries for you, and 't Is not your
tongue tint your hand she's wanting!”
Uncle Click put his big form between
Colonel John and his assailant. “Sure
and be easy,” he said. "Sir Do any,
you're forgetting yourself. And you,
Tim Burke. Be easy, I say. It's only
for himself the colonel Is speaking."
"Thank God for that!" Flavla cried
In a voice which ran high.
They were round him now, a ring of
men with dark, angry faces, and hard
ly restrained hands. But the bishop
Intervened.
"One moment," lie said, still speak
ing smoothly and with a smile. "Per
haps it is for those he thinks he
speaks!" And the bishop pointed to the
crowd which tilled the forecourt. "Per
haps it is for those lie thinks lie
speaks." he repeated in irony—for of
tlie feeling of tile crowd there could be
110 doubt.
Colonel John replied, “it is on their
behalf I appeal to you. For it Is they
who foresee the least, and they who
will suffer the most. It is they who will
follow like sheep, and they who like
beep will go to the butcher! Ay. it is
they.” he continued with deeper feeling,
and he turned to Flavla, "who are
yours, and they will pay for you.
Therefore,” raising his hands for si
lence. "before you name the prize, sum
up the cost. Your country, your faith,
you* race—these are great tilings, but
they are fur off and can do without
you. But these—these that are frag
ment of your country, that handful of
i your race which God has laid in na
palm or your hand, to cherish or to
crush, and-"
"The devil!" Maehln ejaculated, with
sudden violence. Perhaps he read In the
girl's face some shadow of perplexity.
"Have done with your preaching, sir. 1
say! Have done. man. If we fall”——
“You must fail!" Colonel John re
torted. "You will fail! And failing*, sir.
Ills reverence will stand no worse than
now. for his life is forfeit already!
While you”
"What of he? Well, what or me?"
the stout man cried truculently. His
brows descended over his eyes, and Ids
lips twitched
"l*'or you. Admiral Cammock"
The other stepped forward a pace.
"You know me?”
"Yes. I know you."
There was silesco for a moment,
while those who were In the secret
eyed Colonel Sullivan askance, am]
those who were not gaped at Cam
mock.
Soldiers of fortune, of fame and
name, were plentiful In those days,
but seamen of equal note were few.
And with this man's name the world
had lately rung. An Irishman, he had
risen high In Queen Anne’s service;
but at her death, incited by his devo
tion to the Stuarts, he had made a
move for them at a critical moment.
He had been broken, being already a
notable man, on which he had entered
the Spanish marine and been advanced
to a position of rank and power. In
Ireland his life was forfeit; Great
Britain counted him renegade and
traitor. So that to find himself rec
ognized, though grateful to his vanity,
was a shock to his discretion.
"Well, and knowing me?" he replied
at last, with the tall of his eyes on
the bishop, as If he would gladly gaih
a hint from his subtlety. "What of
me?”
"You have your home, your rank,
your relations abroad.” Colonel Sulli
van answered flrfnly. "If a descent on
the coast be a part of your scheme,
then you do not share the peril equally
with us. We shall suffer while you sail
away.”
"I fling thqt in your teeth!” Cam
moek cried. “I know you too, sir,
and”
“You know no worse of me than of
yourself!” Colonel Sullivan retorted.
“But if you do indeed know me, you
know that I am not one to stand by
and see my friends led blindfolded to
certaiq ruin. It may suit your plans
to make a diversion here. But that
diversion is a part of the larger schemes,
and the fate of those who make it is
little to you.’’
Canunock’s hand flew to his belt, he
took a step forward, his face suffused
with passion. “For half as much I
have cut a man down!” he said.
“May be, but’’—.
"Peace, peace my friends,” the bishop
Interposed. He laid a warning hand
on Cammock’s arm. “This gentleman,”
he continued smoothly, "thinks he
speaks for our friends outside.”
“Let me speak, not for them, but to
them,” Colonel Sullivan replied im
pulsively. “Let me tell them what I
thing of this scheme, of its chances,
of its certain end!”
He moved, whether he thought they
would let him or not, toward the win
dow. But he had not taken three steps
before he found his progress barred.
"What is this?” ho exclaimed.
“Needs must go with so impulsive a
gentleman,” the bishop said. He had
not moved, but at a signal from him
The McMurrough, the O’Belrnes and
two of the other young men had thrust
themselves forward. “You must give
up your sword. Colonel Sullivan,” he
continued.
The colonel retreated a pace and
evinced more surprise than he felt.
“Give up—do you mean that I am a
prisoner'"' he cried. He had not drawn,
but two or three of the young men had
done so, and Flavla, In the background
by the fire, was white as paper—so
suddenly had the shadow of violence
fallen on the room.
"You must surrender!” the bishop re
peated firmly. He too was a trifle pale,
but he was used to such scenes and he
spoke with decision. “Resistance Is
vain. I hope that with this lady In the
room-"
“One moment!" the colonel cried, rais
ing his hand. But as The McMurrough
and the others hesitated he whipped out
his sword and stepped two paces to one
side with an agility no one had fore
seen. He now had the table behind
him and Uncle Uliek on Ms left hand.
“One moment!” he repeated, raising his
hand in deprecation and keeping his
point lowered “Do you consider-”
“We consider our ->wn safety.” Cam
mock answered grimly. And signing to
one of the men to join Darby at the
door, he drew his cutlass. “You know
too much to go free, sir, that is cer
tain.”
“Ay, faith, you do,” The McMur
rough chimed in with a sort of glee.
"He was at Tralee yesterday, no less.
We'll have the garrison here before the
time!”
“But by the powers,” Uncle Uliek
cried, "ye shall not hurt him! Your
reverence!”—the big man's voice shook
—"your reverence, this shall not be!
It's not In this house they shall murder
him, and him a Sullivan! Flavia!
Speak, girl,” ho continued, the perspi
ration standing on his brow. “Say
ye’ll not have it. After all, it's your
house! There shall be no Sullivan blood
spilt in It, while I am standing by to
prevent It!"
“Then let him give up his sword!”
Cummock answered doggedly.
"Yes, let him give up his sword,”
Flavla said, in a small voice.
"Colonel Sullivan," the bishop inter
posed. stepping forward, “I hope you'll
hear reason. Resistance is vain. Give
up your sword and-”
“And presto!” Cammock cried, "or
take the consequences!” He had edged
his way, while the bishop spoke, round
Uliek and round the head of the table.
Now, with his foot on the bench, he
was ready at a word to spring on the
table and take the celonel in the rear.
It was clear that he was a man of ac
tion. “Down with your sword, sir," he
cried flatly.
(Continued Next Week)
Why She “Set Up” the Candy.
From the New York Sun.
A woman of limited means who had
never indulged in luxuries of any kind
suddenly took to regaling her callers
with candied fruits and confectionery.
“Don’t think I am running into crim
inal extravagance,” she explained to
an Intimate friend. "These things
don’t cost me a penny. I get them in
the queerest way imaginable. One day
1 found a very valuable diamond
brooch. It was advertised for and a
liberal reward was offered for its re
turn. 1 returned the brooch. It be
longed to the wife of a confectioner.
She hemmed and hawed about the re
ward and lamented hard times. Before
1 had time to decline the reward that
had been offered she said:
“’Money is so dreadfully scarce. How
would you like to take out the $25 in
trade—so much candy a week until it is
paid off? I think my husband would 1
agree.’
"Then I changed my mind. I didn’t
particularly want the candy, but I dis- i
liked that woman so heartily that I
couldn’t stand it to let her otf without
paying something, so just to spite her
1 tun ruining my own complexion bj
trying to eat up that reward.”
The Joy That Ki'ijd.
Fro n the Washington Star.
Senator Tillman was praising the humor
of a republican congressman.
“IID humor, however,” he concluded,
“Is rather grim. I told him the other day
about a mutual acquaintance who had
died, a man he had never liked.
** 'An 1 his wife is dead, too,’ I said.
He himself died on Monday. His wife
died two days later. The papers didn’t
say what killed her.”
• Si v was tickled to death, I guess,
sab* *.e congressman grimly.
V'hat is snugiu to be Avoided in these
homecon ing celebrations is the return
of tne ”1 lack s-'iecp*’ who went away In
the night hvidimj the loose end qf a
t'-’Hei atm.*.
There is a wide distinction between
May 1 and moving uj; for the Metho
dic*. ui* welters.
HE FELL FROM GRACE.
Washington Star: The usually se
date citizen had, it Is true, erred. On
election night, that Is to say, he fell
from the aqua vehicle with quite a
thud.
Consequently, when he started down
town to his office on the following
morning, he was filled with misgivings.
There was an Incident or so of the
previous evening that he did not clearly
recall. He was certain, however, that
this incident or so would be recalled
for him; for man that is born of wom
an dearly loves to relate unto his erring
friend the dreary tale of the latter’s
Imbecilities of the night before. This
man reflected gloomily, as his car
pushed down town, of the harrowing
things which he was to hear of himself.
He was prepared for the worst.
"Oho! here he Is!” exclaimed his first
friend when the man who had erred
alighted from his car. "Poor old In
jun! Narrow shave you had, all right.
If I hadn’t come up just In the nick
of time you’d ha’ been trying to tell
Judge Kimball all about It in the police
court this beauteous, russet morning.
How’s your top-piece?”
"In what manner was I violating the
law?” Inquired the citizen who had
erred, Ignoring the question.
"Huh! The nerve of him! Better
ask me what you weren't doing to vio
late the law! Trying to lick all the
hadkmen in town, pulling cops playfully
by the ears, standing In front of elec
tric cars, and daring ’em to run over
you—well, if I hadn’t drifted along
you’d ha’ been in a little six-by-six this
morning, waiting for the Nubian
Marie! What did your wife have to
say?”
"Oh. that’s coming later,” dismally
replied the citizen who had erred; and
he broke away from friend No. 1 and
went to procure some spirits of am
monia, clam juice, and things.
"Well, well, well—you’re alive, hey?”
,was friend No. 2’s greeting as he came
up before the citizen who had erred
and pounded him heavily on the back.
"Feeling punk, eh. Oh, ytfii’ll be all
right by next Thursday week. I thought
sure you’d get into a rough house with
that big marine, though.”
"What big marine?” inquired the cit
izen who had erred, huskily.
"Why, don’t you remember that huge
Nfulllgan of a marine whose cap you
playfully tipped of Into the gutter?”
Said friend No. 2. "Took all of the
soft-soaping of the bunch of us to keep
him off you, especially as you declared
that it was your particular graft to
bite the arms off of marines, the bigger
and Irisher the better. Don’t you re
member that?”
No, replied the citizen who had
erred, huskily, diving into a drug shop
to get something to ease his nerves.
"Why, old pal, you really look ns If
you’d been to bed," was the greeting of
friend No. 3, examining the citizen who
had erred with a critical eye. “Last
thing I saw of you last night you were
Standing at the corner (of ‘teenth street
and the avenue, reciting Gray's ‘Elegy*
lo the sky, and swearing between
verses that you never intended to go
home any more in this or any other
life. Changed your mind, hey? Well,
old chap, that was a great imitation of
John McCullough in ‘The Gladiator’
that you gave the bunch. Could hear
you bellowing it two blocks away.”
The citizen who had erred pressed
his hand to his fevered brow and
moved on.
"Ha! Here comes the newly re
vealed singer!” exclaimed friend No.
♦, bearing down upon the citizen who
had erred. "Say, why the deuce didn’t
you ever tell us that you were such a
much as a slngist?”
“Was I singing?" weakly inquired
the man who had fallen from the
sprinkling cart.
“Well, I should say yes,” was the
Joyous reply. “Don’t remember stand
ing on the corner of 'umpty street last
night and entertaining a large and en
thusiastic crowd, composed chiefly of
Bmall hoys and drivers of night liners,
with ‘Down Where the Wurzburger
Flows,' eh? Why, say, chum, it was
great. We moved you along, Billy and
t, or you’d have been pinched, sure.
Better cut that sort o’ thing out, old
chap. You’re too much of an Ogalalla
when you get that way. You’ve been
up the pole now for a couple of years,
anyway, haven’t you? Well, you’d
better climb up again and lash your
self to the mast. Nothing in the mock
ing bowl, pal, and you ought to know it
by this time.”
“Oh, I know it,” responded the sad !
Fouled citizen who had erred, mopping
the perspiration from his throbbing
brow.
“Why. good morning, old man," said
friend No. 6., coming up behind the
citizen who had erred and placing his
hand on his shoulder. “I hope you
don’t feel seedy? You can at least
have the consolation of feeling that you
know how to behave yourself like a
white man in a gang of Indians, such
as we were last night, and that’s more
than any of the rest of us can say."
The lists of the citizen who had erred
relaxed.
"Were you with me all the evening?"
he asked friend No. 6.
"Took you home in my cab." replied
friend No. 6. "Met you about 10,
o’clock, and didn't leave you from then
on.”
The citizen who had erred took friend
No. 6 by the iapelof his coat and led
him confidentially Into a hallway.
"Say. look here, old chap,” he said
to the man who had given him the one
word of encouragement he had got
Eince his appearance down town, for
which the gratitude welled up in his
soul. “You know that note of yours
that I hold? I was thinking about
that note the other day I’ll let you
have a six months’ extension on it if
you want it.”
President Harrison.
Phllidelphla Record: Among the
private papers of the late President
Harrison his literary executor is said
to have a complete history of his presi
dential administration, with a frank
but calm and judicious discussion of
all its political Incidents, including the
action of Mr. Blaine and his friends.
It is said this will not be published
at present and may not be published at
all, though General Harrison's bio
grapher will have the benefit of the In
formation it contains. The document
ought to be published while it is of
great interest. A century hence it
might Interest a few historical students
and that Is all. General Harrison and
Mr. Blaine are dead and the former's
view of Ills own administration ought
to be published while people who knew
him remain alive.
On Senator Hoar.
Senator Dick was telling a story of
the late Senator Hoar. A friend and
Mr. Hoar were riding to the Capitol on
a street car. Mr. Hoar was expressing
much surprise at the ease with which
some public men acquired wealth.
"1 have been in the public service
all my life," he explained, "but never
was able to get ahead. I have nothing
but my salary, and it all goes in living.
I would like to know how money is
accumulated?"
At that instant the conductor came
along and Mr. Hour handed him a
nickel.
' “There is one way in which you might
'accumulate money,” said the friend.
"How so?" asked Mr. Hoar.
“You could have saved 20 per cent, by
buying six tickets for a quarter, and
that is a pretty good Investment."
Browne—Made your debut Id comk
#pera last night? Any eaooree?
Tennerman—No. mostly apple.
Open Season for Guides.
From Van Norden Magazine.
Every year there go Into the wilderness
thousands of hunters, with the trappings
and accoutrements of slaughter. Some of
them come back. Parts of some of them
come back. There Is great carnage in the
woods—not wholly among the wild ani
mals.
It is considered cheap sport to shoot a
guide, as his skin is no good. Yet when
there is nothing else in sight, what can a
hunter do? The usual method of the
sportsman is as follows: There is a rust
ling in the bushes. The hunter levels his
rifle at the spot and pours 13 slugs Into
it. Then he shouts, "Is that you, guide?"
There is seldom an answer.
Ilifl
COULD PROVE IT.
“Aw! I don't believe he 1® a Siberian
wolfhound!
“Ain't he? Well, If we can only And
a Siberian wolf for him to hunt 1*11
show you.’*
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