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About The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 28, 1895)
A SONG IN PASSING. SIO. II Primo Tenor wu tired and Ttrj croat. The afternoon had been moat trying. At hie prec bVe hour the piano wu oat of tune, the accompanist bad played abominably, ted be half suspected that be bad him self made a falae note. Whereupon be had called tbe luckless Celestino by lame very hard Italian names, and Mlslnc; hla bat and coat bad started ou for a walk In tbe avenue to relieve hi raffled feeling. Aa he walked along- briskly In tbe dear, cold, winter air, noting how peo ple paused to look at him, nudging one ta other aa tbe famous singer passed, his spirits slowly rose. He was very kandaome, was II Tenore, and tbe la dles were always wont to eye him ad miringly, even when they did not know that bla broad chest could aend forth ane of tbe finest voices In tbe world. n Signore was forgetting all about tbe opera whlcb was to come that night, forgetting the unpleasantness of the afternoon, bis hatred of the robustious basso and bis Jealousy of tbe new sec ond tenor. He waa forgetting Verdi and Meyerbeer and Gounod and con testing himself wltb the beautiful weather and tbe comfortable feeling of being alive and strong and well and good to look upon. Now be need be no languishing troubadour, no Ill-starred Huguenot, nor even a bereaved lover, but Just an ordinary man liks all the ether only handsomer. II Tenore was smiling softly to him self at the wide-eyed looks of admira tion la the faces of two pretty school girls who had Just passed him, when an unwelcome sound struck upon hla sensitive ear. The smile faded from hla Hps and a frown wrinkled tbe com placent forehead as bis eye caught Bight of the obnoxious traveling piano and the quaint little figure which waa sakls tbe music go." I II Signore strode angrily to tbe curb stone. "Beata!" be cried In fierce Italian to bis bumble little compatriot, "why do yon shriek at me that horrible rune? Why do yon sound it to me to me, II Tenore? Clelo! Do I not hear It often enough? Do I not work over It night and day, and must I always bear when 1 would forget for a moment? An must I not sing It to-night, that note which drives me crazy? Corpo dl Bac fot It Is maddening!" The poor Italian maid bad begun to try at tbe first angry tones of the grand gentleman who bad spoken tbe only words that sbe had understood since morning. But such unkind words! I did not know, signore," she be- "Bah! You did not know! Well, take yourself off. I will give you this not to sound that tune to me again," and he thrust a round dollar toward tbe girl, who waa drying ber eyes on ber green silk apron. But the little maid did not reach for ward to take tbe money, as be bad ex pected. "Oh, signore!" she cried, eagerly, "1 played It this time as I always play It oftenest because I love It so. Oh, sig nore, do you really love the beautiful music?" and an expression of wonder came Into her soft brown eyes as sbe raised rhem admiringly to the tenor's handsome face. "You love the music? My little aria!" he cried, half pleased, half scornfully. "Well, my child, and why do you love It so well that you play It always on your horrible Instrument, so that I must bear It as I go by? Bah!" "Ob, signore, It la so beautiful, so tender, so full of the great feeling. 1 love the master who wrote It so well, ami I feel that I could love the one wbo sang it too. If be sang It as the great master meant Oh, I feel bow he could do it!" and the little brown hands clasped themselves eagerly together on the blue silk handkerchief. "So yon know how I should sing It. Jo yon? Well, my child, you shall come and hear me. and I hope, little one. that soy singing will please you as the great master's would have done," and Le grande Tenore hastily wrote a few words on a card and banded It to the still wonder-eyed girl. "Oh, aignore, a thousand thanks." the girl began to say fervently. But tbe kandaome gentleman bad already gone, and Bettlna, looked after bis departing figure, then glanced down at the bit of rard board In her band and breathed a auick sigh of wondering delight. Could It really be true, and was she going to hear the grand gentleman with me Bark, staining eyes and the lovely long Mustache alng ber song ber beautiful song? . Bettlna crept between the shafts of tbe piano and dragged her heavy instm Mttt to the next block. Her day's work '. vss not ended yet, and many weary twi arast pass before that would was to pass for whlcb ber soul waa tTTg. Bat all that afternoon tbe CatJ little feet trudged manfully over OiefeMi stones and the round, weary grew tamed the heavy crank with new rrrt Mbi sragjed the heavy machine . t'J hack aehlng leas than usual. I JJ, Wi-ti tat her bodice, close over ' T TZ heart, sbe felt a magic "is traiaat weariness and a icxiCaVfyoiataeat Bat aba ;.3r.C3ftt tsae ao Mora that '-T fcar waa i M lUlkanlcaaj tya with her, and since then hla leg bad never straightened out Bo Bettlna had to drag the piano and make tbe music alone. And hard work It was for a girl of 16. But be had made the dingy room where be worked to blossom with flowers of tbe most intricate designs known to botany flowers such as do not grow in the cold America, nor blossom In any but the most tropic of climes; flowers of such varied hue as only an Italian Imagination could recall from tbe gardens of its own bells patria. He made little windmills, too, that spun prettily snd with kaleidoscopic effect when there was Just breeze enough to fill them, but not too much to tear tbe mimic sails. But aa this was a delightful combination of weather which Boston seldom vouchsafed to the little would-be buyers of windmills tbe old man's trade was slender. For even bis roses were viewed askance by the skeptical eyes accustomed to the frail, pale beauties of our lees florid mea dows. These green, purple, yellow and blue blossoms were too Impressionistic for even tbe Boston taste. Bettlna had no mother to insist upon the polite conventions of good society nor to act as chaperon when her daugh ter attended the opera. 8o when, after thtlr scanty supper, Bettlna announced that she was going to the opera that nlgbt ber father expressed only wonder at her good fortune and rejoiced there at with ber. For be waa fond of his pretty daughter, though he was some time a barsh master and made ber work very bard. Bettlna bad never been to the opera. Her acquaintance with the stage was limited to sundry visits to the dime museums and tbe galleries of the cheap er theaters. But this was to ber a land of pure delight She watched tbe surging crowd, the beautiful ladies and their attendant cavaliers, the rows up on rows of happy, smiling faces, and she knew that sbe, too, was a part of Halt Then came the overture tbe dear, blessed music that sbe loved and then, oh, wonderful! another fairy world, even more bewildering than tbe one about ber, waa opened to ber dazzling sight. Bettlna sat motionless, rigid, the tears standing In ber soft brown eyes, ber bead bent forward, with parted Hps, ber bands clasped close about a great bouquet More than one of that vast audience noticed tbe girl, sitting there alone In her great self-unconscious delight And their eyes mois tened, too, seeing her happiness, and they wished that It was all as new to them, as real and as beautiful, that they, too, might enjoy It aa a child, with all Its glamour. Then he came forth ob, tbe beautiful gentleman! Her signore, In bis plumed hat and velvet cloak. A prince be was, the glittering, jeweled hero of Bettina's dreams, of the fairy tales which the dark Italian mother used to tell long ago In that sunny land across the sea. Breathlessly sbe watched blm, tbe color flushing deeper In her olive cheeks, the soft eyes growing bright and luminous with excitement as bis clear voice rose high among the rafters of the great ball. Oh, how he sang! Bettlna bad never beard or imagined such music as this, and ber little soul thrilled with the de light of sweet sound. The beautiful ladles in their satin gowns, tbe jewels flashing In the soft light, the bright colors which the chorus wore, the mu sic of the great opera Itself all these were to her but an Indistinguishable blur of color and of melody. It was all only a background to that central, glorious figure, which was the essence of it all; tbe divine spirit of music it self; the good genius who had permit ted her this taste of bliss. So the opera went on, act by act, and Bettlna sat there like one entranced, drinking In deep draughts of ecstasy. At last, at tbe very end, came the tenor's grand solo. A few soft flour ishes, a tremulous note of prelude snd then her song; her own little song, which she ground out day after day, and a hundred times a day, In tbe rain and the snow; In the cold and tbe beat Bnt it was ber tune so glorified and made perfect that to Bettlna It seemed an air chanted by one of the very an gels of heaven, so flutelike was It and so clear, so round and full, so tremu lously soft and tender. It was a farewell love song which be caroled to the beautiful lady with gold en hair, as she stood on the balcony above. But as he finished Bettina's eyes were full of tears and her heart was lifted far above the dome of the great ball into another world; for sbe felt that it had been sung to ber. Yes. be sang as the master would have wished, but better; oh, better than any one bnt the angels could! Then came tbe mighty storm of ap plause that wakened Bettlna from ber trance, and through ber tear-dlmmed eyes she saw tbe whole house wildly waving handkerchiefs and cheering. She beard tbe cries of "Bravo, bravo!" la ber dear, native tongue, aa the great aooqoets feU at bla feet, at tbe feet of tbe grand gentleman wbo sang her little aong. Thea Bettlna rose, and aa abe leaned far over the balcony, aha, too, shouted "Brave! Bravo, algaorer la ber soft ItsJtaatoafM. And, with all tbe arffht a bar Wale bar osTertag, the oust, omlte at tbe Be packed It an, the hag baaafe af paper roses. He picked It an, saxflhsf and bewlac and bald It there before tbe great aodieaee, a bewtlderea aaaes of bright colors and vivid green. There waa a hush, a momenf a panes, and then, thinking It some huge Joke, tbe great hall resounded again with clapping and cheering and shouts of laughter. But be turned and looked up at ber and singled her out from among tbesa all for hla eweeteet smile and lowest bow ber, the little Bettlna, at whom the whole house waa looking In laugh ing wonder. And as the great curtain opened agate and again at tbe demanda of the people for one last glimpse at the great singer, Bettlna saw him standing there, radi ant beautiful, holding ber flowers alone to his breast, but with all tbe others lying at hla feet Then tbe bright vision faded from Bettina's sight and she wakened from ber blissful dream of brief, unreal hap piness, of light and beauty and melody, wakened Into rhe dark nlgbt alone. Often, oh, often after that whenever Tl Tenore sang tbe little aria, be would glance Instinctively up at the right hand balcony, close to tbe stage. But tbe two brown eyes were never there, brimmed full of tears, to tell him ha was singing aa the master would have wished. Still, tbe little song always brought before hla eyes the vision of a quaint small figure in kerchief and apron and beflowered bonnet; of a sweet olive face and glorious eye beaming softly into hla; a vision which would grad ually fade and grow dim and vanish, leaving him, too, In tbe dark, alone. Short Stories. The Plakac So aggressive la tbe plakat a little fish from Slam, that tbe entertainment it affords has become a national pas time, but not a very creditable one, to say tbe least Tbe flsbes are trained to go through regular battles, and are reared artificially for tbe purpose, while the license to exhibit them to the gener al public is farmed out and brings a large amount of money Into the royal coffers. They are kept In aquariums built for the purpose and fed upon the larvae of mosquitoes, and every possi ble care taken of tbem. When the flsb is in a quiet state, wltb tbe fins at rest tbe dull colors are not at all remarkable. But If the two are brought together or within sight of each other, or even If one sees Its own Image in a looking-glass, tbe little creature becomes suddenly excited. Tbe fins are raised, and the whole body shines wltb metallic lustre and colors of daz zling beauty, while tbe protruding gill membrane, waring like a black frill round tbe throat make grotesque tbe general appearance. In this state of Irritation It makes re peated darts at Its real or reflected an tagonist If now two are placed to gether In a tank they rush at each other with the utmost fury. The battle Is kept on until one Is kill ed or put to flight but not until they are entirely separated does the victor shut bis gaudy fins, that like flags oi war, are never lowered until peace bas been .declared. Tbe Horse a Hard Fighter. "'Hoofs No Match for Horns.' was the title of an Interesting Item I read the other day," said a rich ex-cowboy, who Is stopping at one of the Broadway hotels. "It described a fight between a horse and a cow. Now. I never caw either cows or buffaloes attack a horse so as to amount to anything; but I want to rise right up and testify to tbe wonderful fighting powers of the horse. He Is built for more ways and k!ndn of fighting than any other product of na ture. He can bite, and he can kick out behind and he can strike with hi fore legs. When be is In action be tights nil over. If you want to see fun you should see a wolf pack attack a bunch of horses on the plains. The uorses get together with their heads forming the hub of a wheel, and their bodies form ing the Hiwikes. Then they fight the wolves wltb their hind legs. They fill the air with wolves, and every wolf lands dead, wounded or ill. Horses avoid a fight as a rule, but will go out of their way to kill a snake. They Jump on the snakes, clubbing their hoofs and using them like a mallet. The only other fights they seek are with unmounted men, whom they frequently attack, or else with one another; and In the latter case they resemble a buzz saw In action, all parts going at once." Xew York Sun. lightning Strokes. Certain facts about lightning strokes, the result of years of experiment by the I'nlted States weather bureau, have recently been tabulated. Thunder storms reach their maximum In June and July, though reorted lu every month except In January, the region of winter thunderstorms centering hIkhU Louisiana. Forty such storm are the maxlmn average for any such section. The average annual loss of life from lightning In the United States Is twen ty-four persons; of loss of property over fl.Mst.oiHi. People living lu cities and thickly built towns run little danger, tbe risks In the country and suburbs being five times ss great For the same reason the center of a grove or forest Is much safer than its edges or isolated treea, the dense growth acting to distribute the current Rochester Herald. Paid the Preacher. A novelty In advertising Is shown In a Scotch church. The congregation could not pay Ita minister, when a soap firm offered to pay BOO a year for lire yean on condition that Its advertise ment be banc hp m front of the gal lery in the church; offered accepted. By the time a maa la reads to die, bf la tt te Uva Tee Mach of a Oe4 Thing. It la "sand" that make a man a "brick," With atrength to carry his load; But the average aoul ia sure to kick -When he finds it spread too bloomln' thick Along life's weary road. Value of Good Koada. "Here In Virginia the value of good roads can be illustrated practically. In those sections where the country Is traversed by tboroughfarea Improved in modern style, farms can be sold without effort Intending purchasers know that a rich farm would be of lit tle value if there were no way to reach a market wltb tbe products. For this reason many fine lands, with riches in the soil, are uncultivated and unsought Good roads double and treble the value of such property. 'Let tbe good work of tbe Good Roads Association go on. Lynchburg Advance. Aa Argaaaent for Good loads. A news Item states that an Impulse to the movement of good roads on tbe part of the authorities has been given at Loa Angeles by a woman bicyclist Mies Glover, wbo Is suing tbe city for damages for severe Injuries caused by falling Into a hole in the pavement of Broadway In that city. It Is thought there that a few verdicts against the city will do wonders toward securing good pavements. This is in accord with the views of the Cnlontown judge wbo saya that if a century road la In such condition as to hurt a wheelman the township la liable for damages. All good wishes to the bicycle. It will yet prove tbe argument for better high ways Convict as Road Builder. Tbe use of convicts on public roads bas been intimately connected wltb the growth of road improvement In North Carolina. As far back as IMS' the State made provisions for the use of convict labor In road building. The Mecklenburg road law Is a great Im provement and under Its provisions many miles of the finest roads In the South have been constructed. Returns from eighty counties showed an aver age cost of 30 cents per day for keeping convicts, but by the use of convicts on tbe roads the cost baa been reduced to a general average of 24 cents. Convicts are carefully described and photograph ed. Shorter term Inducements ere of fered for good behavior. They are em ployed In road building, much as hired men, under a superintendent and with out guard. They are allowed to remain at their botnes from Saturday night to Monday morning. This novel experi ment has been In operation a year and not a convict bas attempted to escape or drllned to labor faithfully, and the result has been a decided improvement An examination of county records show that but few convicts have es caNd. convict health Is better In road- building than when In Jail, that their labor is more efficient than that hired at 50 to "5 cent per day. the cost of convict keep Is reduced and fine roads are thus obtained at a minimum cost. The Bird Did Not Fall. People who were walking along a San Francisco street not long ago sud denly heard piercing cries from the upier story of a lodging bouse, says the Tost of that city. A woman was leaning from a window and for a mo ment It was thought that some brute was trying to throw her out. A second look, however, showed that she held In her hand a bird-cage. She had been hanging it out of the window to give her bird the sun, when the bottom dropped out The startled bird was fluttering about the top of Its prison, and the woman was screaming: " Hi. he'll fall! he'll fall! My oor lit tle birdie!" This was only for a moment. With great presence of mind she turned the cage upside down, so that her pet could not drop out and be dashed uon the cruel pavement. And then tbe captive went sailing away over tbe top of tbe buildings. For some rea son be did not fall. Edison Darned a Thousand Letters. Tbomas A. Edison went back to bis house In Orange, N. J., last evening. He spent the day very quietly In the office of the Bdlson Electric Light Co. As be did not have anything In par ticular on bis hsnds, and wasn't wrest ling with any big problem, he just sat around and talked to I'resldent Will lam D. Marks and tbe men. He Is a moat unassuming man, without any trace of big head, and enjoys a good Story wltb sll the heartiness of a boy In college. lie told Prof. Marks more strange and wonderful things that he had come upon In bis laboratory work than the professor would have lielleved If he had beard tbem from anybody but Kdlson. Now and then he would flash out with one of hla Ideas, and Prof. Marks would realise that there was a giant at play In bla office. While, aa president of tbe electric oompaay, Prof. Marks began to dis pose af a pile of correspondence, Edl aaa told a story of consideration that few bnsy men would have for their emn eg i sphere. "I get forty or fifty personal letters a day," said he. "People writ to me from all parts of the world not about my business, but their own. My sten ographer waa sick for six weeks, and the letters piled up, a couple of thous and of them. I didn't have any time to open tbem myself other people's busi ness, you know so I left them there. By and by tbe stenographer got well; but just before be came back I took the letters and burned tbem. He could n't attempt to go through 1,000 letters, could her Prof. Marks' stenographer was Im pressed by tbe thoughtful act bnt was also much shocked. "Oh, nothing ever came of It" ex claimed the wizard, easily Philadel phia Ledger. Outwitting aa Indian. Fighters of Indians need to be men of quick wit and a steady band. Such a man was John Hawks, one of tbe set tlers of Hadley, Mass. An exploit of this pioneer, In 1676, Is narrated by the historian of Decrfleld. Tbe Indiana bad made an attack upon Hatfield, and troops from other towns bad gone to the rescue. Among tbe men from Hadley was John Hawks. a Soon after tbe Hadley men got ashore John Hawks, wbo waa behind a tree, beard some one call blm by name. A Pocumtuck Indian, who bad taken a position behind another tree, bad rec ognized Hawka aa an old acquaintance. Hawks returned the compliment and each man began taunting tbe other, and daring bis enemy to come into tbe open and fight the thing out Tbe Indian had tbe beet of It and was perfectly aware of bis advantage. Af any moment some of the gathering Indians were likely to come up behind Hawks and force blm out of his cover. Under such circumstances, of course, tbe Indian was in no haste to expose himself. However, the white man waa not blind to tbe danger of bla own situa tion. Something must be done, and that speedily. He knew what bis ad versary counted upon, and that gave blm his clue. All at once be sprang from behind hla tree, and levelled his gun aa if to repel an attack from another direction. Tbe Pocumtuck took tbe bait and sprang forward. ' He would capture Hawks tbe moment his gun was empty. Quick as thought the white maa wheeled, and before the Indian could raise bla gun or reach hla cover gave him a fatal shot It was all tbe work of a few seconds, and Hawka, though wounded In tbe ensuing fight lived to fight other battles. In the City of Culture. One of the Listener's friends, a lady, tells blm this pleasant story, whlcb rather goes against the common notion of a streetcar conductor's ways: "I found myself on a moving electric car the other day minus my purse, hav ing forgotten It for the first time In my life. I motioned violently to the conductor to let me off, so that I could go back after It. To my surprise, be did not stop the car, but came forward to my seat handing me five cents to ride borne with and pay blm some other day. He surmised, no doubt that I was en route for the library and not for E. II. White & Co.'s. 1 was al most too much surprised to thank him adequately, but all day I felt as though something joyous bad happened to me, and when I met my conductor again, whlcb was not till almost a week after tbe occurrence, it was like meeting an old friend." Boston culture sometimes crop out where one wouldn't expect it In a popular restaurant the other day, whert the prices arc moderate and the waltsrs girls, a middle-aged business maa. !! dressed and of genteel appearance, beckoned to a waitress, pointed to some open windows and then said loudly: "Can't ye suet down one o' them win ders?" Whereupon the girl railed to the head waiter: "This K'l'tleiiian wishes to know It yotl won't please clot one of those window ." - I'.oKton Transcript Forced to Kstravagance. There 1h n man In Alexandria, sny the-Washington Post who has a great deal of money, to which he Is deeply attiiclied. lie bas a well -preserved silk hat which he would like to wear every day. but silk hats are expensive, so he hhK been wearing his for these many years on Sunday. The last time the storks visited the Alexandria man's house they were generous. They brought twins, a boy and a girl. The father was sitting in the parlor when some one entered to bring the news. "Well, you're a father now." said be. "Boy or girl?" asked the Alexandria man. "Both twins." "Great Scott!" cried the father, springing to his feet; "give me my silk hat. I might as well wear It every day now. What's the use trying to be economical, anyway?" A Mormon .Missionary In Maine. A licwlston lady says tlmt she was coining tip from Durham the other dsy and her carriage breaking down she had to stop several hours in a lonely house eight miles from jcwlston and while there she was introduced to a rev erend looking gentleman wbo turned out to be a Mormon missionary. He showed her Illustrations of Salt lake City, the temple and the home of the people. lie was evidently selected be cause of his Mi-sitasive (towers of siieech, for he placed the Mormon re ligion In a pleasant light, compara tively. No man or woman ever lived who could steadily refuse to play the par of a martyr. A man who slu a round and boast of his ancestors, makes a mighty poor aa- blmself. i DO NOT CARE FOR PENNIES. Clttarae of Arisoaa Hav Mo Besaed for Basalt Ckaaga, Hsve you ever noticed that men la Alison do not pay their Wile with dttcken feed or small change? In the alder Status when a purchase is made, tzavct change Is usually tendered, and ne thing certain a bill is not broken) If It can possibly be avoided. Here la the West any ordinary little purchase a made stnipiy by aeklng for the article, and when It Is passed across the coun ter a piece of money amply large te cover rhe cost is thrown down. When change Is made, the customer carelessly) drops It into bis pocket apparently without counting It and goes out with out once mentioning the cost of the article. He gets Just as good a deal aa though be bad jewed the dealer for half an hour. The custom of throwing down a larger piece of money than la necessary Is not done, as a rule, to exhibit the cash, for in this territory everybody haa money. It Is only to show appar ent Indifference, and Is a mark of liber ality. It may be said that pennies have no abtdlng place In tbe West especially la this territory. Even at the postofflce, where everything Is supposed to be le gal tender, pennies, 2-cent and 8-eent pieces are unknown. Change is made to the cent by postmasters, but they do It with postage stamps or postal cards. No where else are odd pennlea recog nized, even In tbe banks. A check drawn for 4.9H would be paid with a $5 bill without a word. Tbe same Is true in all tbe shops and stores; change la made to the nearest nickel some times only to tbe nearest quarter or dollar. Poor Richard's saying: Take care of the pennies," etc., does not ap ply to Arizona, aa small change, any thing under a dollar, la by most peo ple considered only as trash of little value. Phoenix (Ariz.) Gazette. ome Top-Heavy Names. "I admit that I have rather a hard name to spell or pronounce, and that Is why I encourage my friends In thetr proclivity to call me Zlg," said a O. Zlegenfuss. "But while I make this confession as to my own outlandish patronymic, I want It understood that mine Is not the worst name In the world. Once while I was doing news paper work In Denver our editor ad vertised for a new boy. A bright-appearing young fellow with a mild look In hla eye answered the call and said he was ready to go to work. " 'AH right' said tbe editor; let ma aak your name.' The lad hesitated a moment and eventually fished out a card which bore the name 'Herman V. Morgensusgelagen.' " 'Very well, Mr. Morgenausgelagen,' said the editor, 'take that desk and an swer any calls that may be made. But first let me Introduce you. to tbe mem bers of the staff. My name is Dlcken sheets. This fair-haired gentleman here ia Mr. Felewlsch. Tbe brunette on your right is Mr. Ecklngreen, and tbe gentleman with tbe sylph-like form is Mr. Zlegenfuss.' "These were all genuine names, hot the new office boy would not believe It He waa on bla dignity In a mo ment and said: 'I will have you un derstand, sir, that I came here to work and not to be joshed. I do not propose to stay in a place where I am Insulted. Good-day, sir." "Clapping his bat on bla bead be left We tried to call him back, but It was no use." This story led to others In regard to strange names. "I used to know a man In Missouri named Anxle Ancblco Ben sull Maria Penlth Hildreth Dickinson Tompkins," said Boh Davis "I have heard Dan Qullle tell of a colored boy In Washington City who bore the cog nomenlc burden of Tbomas Dldymns Christopher Holmes Henry Cadwalder Peter Jones Henry Clay Anderson." San Francisco Call. The Bansvla Flea. All tourists In the Highlands know Banavia. They may not know why a lobster Is. In the West Highlands, called a "Kamtvla Ilea." From a book referred to, we gather that a good many years ago an American was stop ping at the Ilnnavlan Hotel, and be made himself very obnoxious by bis contemptuous remarks on Scottish scenery. "Hen Nevis," he said, "do you call that a mountain? You should see our mighty Rockies! Ixx-h Llnnbe! Do you call that a lake? You should see our Ijike Superior!" and so on. Tbe Highland waiter was exnxper ated, and procuring a live lobster, he secreted It in requital of the Insults, In the American's lied. Hardly had tbe American gone to sleep, when the lobster caught him firmly by the toe, and he juin)cd out of ImhI with a yell and rang for "boots."' "Boots," be said, solemnly, rubbing his toes a be spoke, "you may not have such big mountains and big lakes as we have In the States, but you have the most tar nation big fleas I ever experienced." An Fsklmo Hnperalltlon. For many years the furriers have no ticed that all the skins of polar bear which they have received have been mutilated by the loss of the nose. A Parisian furrier has discovered that this Is a result of a tiertttlou belief prevalent among the Eskimo that wherever a polar bear Is killed his nose mnst be cut off and thrown upon the Ice or bad luck will follow the hunter. Pat the Paginate to Work. Why not take tbe champion brutes In to Indian territory and make a rall maullng contest ? Cleveland Plain dealer. When a girl's handwriting would be a dl agree to a 10-ysar-old child, her men os oompumeut H by awNnc "ehavactarMie," It