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WHEN Jamas Redfleld, of
C h Ic ago, waa appointed
Indian Agent be moved to
Nebraska, taking with hlin hla wife, a
' baby girl and a young Irlab maid of
lb umr of Motile. Mr. Redfleld ea
ryd frontier life, It bring an agreeable
rbange from office work. But Mra.
Redfleld did not like living In a log
boose at a amalt trading poat on the
prairies. She declared tbat Hhe would
have died of homesickness If the blithe,
light hearted MolUe bad not always
keen cheering her with:
"Ah, bnt tbla la a f is country, Mia'
Redneld. Jlat look at the big ocesn of
land a stretcblu' to the end of the
wurld."
"Bnt It look so loneaoiue, Mollle, to
ee neither bill nor tree," Mra. Rcd
'ftetd would reply.
"TIs the better wldouf tblm, I'm
thlnklu'; they'd be for olminictln' our
folne view." aald the Irinli girl.
"And both day and nlgbt ll Is so till,"
Mr. Redfleld aald, sighing.
"Do ye say It's still? Whin every
night of our lolfe we hear buffalo
hellowln' an' wolves a howlln' an'
wild InJInK a-bootln' wldln gunshot of
our door. Sorra! an' ain't tbitt uolse
enough for any llvln' sowl?" declared
Mollle OFIynn.
One Runday morning In early spring
Mra. Redtield stood at the open door,
looking out acroaa the prairie. The
sknlls and whitening bones of slain
buffaloes glittered In the sunlight.
Crows, raven and turkey-buuard
floated lastly between the blue sky and
the brown prairie. Mollle, seeing her
mistress' woeful gar.e. began singing,
"Come Back to Erin, Mavourneen, Ma
Tourneen." But Mra. Redfleld did not
heed the Irish girl's song. Then Mollle
auddenly recollected that It was Snu
day, so she said: "An 'tis meself that
knows that ye're listeuin' fer, Mis' Red
eld; It's thl in church bells in Chicago.
They was always remludlo' me of me
doty; but away out here I can't help
meself, and so the bells do not trouble
me at all, and they're left uie molnd
almost since I've seen the grand lolfe
n the prairies," Mollle confessed.
The secret of the matter was tbat
Mollle had three admirers: a mountain
trapper, a cowboy and an Indian. At
unset of tbat same dny the mountain
trapper, on horseback, drew rein at the
Indian Agent's quarters. Mollle waa
In the log stable, milking the row. She
heard her lover call, "Whoa:" but she
did not come out to greet lilm for fully
ten minutes, then she walked leisurely
across the yard, balancing a milk pail
n her bead and bumming an Irish mel
ody, seemingly unaware of her admir
er's presence.
"Good-evening, Mollle," said the trap
per, walking toward ber, leading bla
borse by the bridle.
"Evenln', Jim," Mollla returned, with
a flourish of her free arm.
"Let me carry the pall," he aald.
"Go 'way wld ye. I'm no weaklln',"
the girl answered.
Mollle went Into the house. Jim
Parker waited patiently outside until
abe returned, then he seated himself
by the side of ber on the doorstep and
aald:
"I'm bearin' you have another beau,
a cowboy, Charlie Itankln by name."
"It's many a beau I have; tbe prat
rlea Is full of thlm "
"Nonsense. Mollle; be honest. Do
you think more of Charlie than you do
of Bier Jim asked.
"I'm fond of thlm alL 'TIs hard
chooalo'," Mollle answered.
"But I'm the one you like best, eh
Mollle?" Jim queried, nudging her with
hla elbow.
"Go 'long wld ye. Don't be so fs mil
far," Mollle quickly aald, moving nway
from her wooer.
. "But, say, Mollle, who air the fellers
what cornea eourtln' yon?" Jim wanted
to know.
"It's not fair to he telllu' on thlm.
But there's one I'm bavin' nowaday I
don t be lolkln ; he creep around like
a snake In the grass; nn' 'tis nlver
wiwst I enn git h good sight of him;
Oh! there he Is now, a peek in' from ! be
hind thp hen-coop."
"It's an Indian," snld Jim. Jumping
up.
"Kitre as faith It's one of thlm hnihen
cratbers." Mollle snld.
"I'll shoot him down," declared Jim
I'arker, running townrd the hen-coop.
Mollle sut quietly on the doorstep.
Jim enme buck In three minutes. "An'
did ye kill him?" Mollle asked.
"Nah, he wasn't thur," Jim answered.
"He's a sly fox. I can nlver ketch
alght of him," Mollle snld.
In a few minutes Jim snld good night
to Mollle, mounted his horse and rode
awny. The Irish girl watched the trap
per gallop eastward, sii.vlng aloud:
"'TIs strange, hut the feller what's
furtherest away I'm fer lolkln' the
Itcst."
As Mollle turned to go Into the house
a shadow fell across the doorstep. "Ow
iw! ye Ingln, git awny wld ye!" she
screamed, hurrying In and banging the
door behind Iht.
The next morning when Mollle wns
hanging out the family wash Charlie
llni'.lilti rode by, Mollle saw hlin, but
she was too busy to take time to nolh-e
the cowboy. Ila rod by again; itlU
'imriirTnnt-fi nmj
lpver$.
rmnriniifiir i i n tmsm i
Mollle did not look at blm. Tbe third
time be cam la algbt Mollle nodded
ber bead. This gave tbe cowboy eonr
age to speak.
nne morula, Mies OFIynn." be
aald, raising bis broad-brimmed bat
I a poae It la; but I'm too busy to be
beedln' tbe weather," Mollle replied
I thought I d call In the mornln',
seein' a mountain trapper takes your
time every evenln'," tbe cowboy aald
winging himself off his mustang.
"Hey, thar! don't be let tin' that crazy
baate of yourn hedrabble m clean
clothes," tbe Irish girl called out.
I he cowboy led bla mustang away
from tbe clothesline, and tied it to a
comer of tbe cow stable; then he asked
"How many lovers have you, Miss Mol
He OTIynnr
"I don't be bothered countln' thlm
Mollle answered.
"Ain't you ever goln' ter choose a hus
band? women are scarce In these
part. Won't you be my wife?" Char
He Rnnkln boldly aald to ber.
"Don't be a-botberln' me on a Mon
day mornln wid such nonsense, flave
ye no better work to do thin to be rldln
yer wild borse around the country
a-askln' every girl ye see to be yer
wlfe7"
"Hold on, Mollle O FIynn! I don't ask
every girl to In- my wife," the cowboy
said Indignantly.
"Sorra, I've no tolme to be botherln'
wld ye now, so be off, I say," Mollle
said, waving her bare arm around her
bead.
The cowboy jumped on his mustang
and aped over the prairie.
Mollle, with her arms akimbo, laugh
ed a good, hearty Irish laugh. "He'll be
hack afore many duys, or me natnt
ain't Mollle O'Flynn," she said aloud,
Then she went Into 1 lie house.
Mr. Hedfleld's office was a lean-to on
one side of the log bouse. One after
uoou he was busy at work in there
when Mollle came rushing In, saying:
"I'll not tie standlif It no longer. That
sues kin' IuJIn follows me loike me
THK isiix POINTED AT Ttta THOPHICS,
THKV AT MOLLIS, SATING, "SQUAW."
shadow. I see hla bathlnlsh eyes
a H-cklii' at me round the cow stable
whan I'm milkln'; he's lurkln' 'bout tbe
hen-coop whnn I'm buntlu' eggs; an'
whan I'm washln' dishes he comes an'
looks In the window rolght In front of
me face."
"Do you think he's an Indian?" Mr.
Redfleld calmly Inquired.
"Yes; an Indian wld a buckskin shirt
on, an' fedders In bis snaky hair," Mol
lis exclaimed.
"Oh, Neshoba; he's a good, peace
able fellow; yon needn't f'.sr him; he'll
do you no hurm."
'Thin why do he be a-followln' me?"
the girl flsked.
"I'm sure I don't know, but I'll find
out." Mr. Redfleld said, taking hla hat
to go out of doors.
Mollle waited In the office. In ten
minutes Mr. Redfleld returned. "Mol
lle," he said, smiling, "Neshoba wants
you to le his squaw."
"Squaw!" Mollle screamed.
"That's what he told me," Mr. Red
field answered.
"The Muck hotheii! Sorra! what
does he take me fer?" the Irish girl
wanted to know.
"He's waiting outside for an answer,
Mollle," Mr. Ilcdflrld snld.
"Tell lilm to skedaddle. I'll have
nothing to do wld the lolkes of blm,"
Mollle scornfully replied.
Mr. ItPdflcId went out to talk again
with the Indian boy. When he returned
hnsnld: "Neshoba Insists on having you
for his squaw. He offers me two horse
m 111 n cow, If I'll give you to him "
"Am I a slave?" the Irish girl said In
a fury.
"No, no, Mollle; you're a free woman.
You must decide the question, I'll call
him In."
Neshoba cume and stood at the
Ihi'eHliold of the door.
'Do ye think I'd marry ye?" Mollle
asked lilm.
'Three horses, two cow," the Indian
meekly said, with downcast eye.
'Ye're a pretty man for a husband!"
Mollle screamed.
'l''otir horses, three cows, Ave buf
falo skins, two white wolf skins," the
Indian offered,
"Away wld ye!" Mollle exclaimed,
slumping her feet, violently.
'Four horses, three cows, five buf
falo skins, two while wolf skins, four
caribou skins," tbe Indian bid for hla
wide.
Mettle's ak-k Irish wti cam t her
assistance. "I'll tell ye what I'll do,"
she aald. with a merry twinkle la bar
eyea. "I'll be yer squaw If yell bring
me a fly gray aqalrrel skins, a doses
mink skins, a half a domes white wolf
bides, an' tbe hides of two leopards.
an' tbe bldea an' antlers of tear rein
deer; aa' ye molght bring me the wlnga
of a white heron an' tbe breaat of two
grebe." Then MolUe added, laughing,
"bring me a couple of tbe right hand
wlnga of the wild turkey to brush ma
ha rib wban I'm a-keepln' in own
house."
The Indian boy ejaculated: "Ugh I
Ugh!"
Mr. Redfleld aald: "Nehoba promises
to get all yon aak for."
"All right, thin be about It, ye wild
In Jin," Mollle aald, shooting Neshoba
with ber gingham apron.
Neshoba raised hla eyea and aald to
Mr. Redfleld: "Before anow faJUa."
Then he turned quickly and walked
away.
"Neshoba promise to return before
winter," Mr, Redfleld eiplalned to Mol
lle. "It will take blm all hla lolfe to git all
thlm bldea,; Mollle aald, laughing.
"You've aaked a good deal of the poor
Indian. 1 think," aald Mr. Redfleld.
"Sure, I did. I want to keep blm
busy a sbootln' wild beasts the rest of
his lolfe, so he'll not be botherln' me
all the tolme," aald Mollle.
Tbe winsome Irish girl stood at the
door to watch ber lover depart. The In
dian mounted his shaggy pony and gal
loped westward. Mollle gated stead
fastly after him until tbe horae and
rider were a mere speck on tbe horizon.
Then she gave a sigh of relief and went
to work with a merry heart
All summer Mollle played the co
quette with the mountain trapper, the
cowlvoy and another admirer, a Mexi
can ranchman, who had traveled.many
a mile on hearing of the Irlab girl's
charms. But she baffled them all.
"Away wld ye! Yer blarney I'll not
listen to," she would say. At another
time she would encourage them, say
ing: "Arrah, some day I'll choose me
husband." 8o the three lover waited
patiently, each thinking that be waa
tbe favored one.
One evening In early autumn Mollle
was busy at work In the kitchen. 8 he
beard footsteps In tbe yard, so she
flung open tbe door, exclaiming: "An'
who comes a-courtln' me to-night?"
There stood Neshoba. Mollle could
scarcely see him because of the pelts
Hud feathers that hung from bis body.
"Ow ow-ow! Begone, ye wild In
Jln!" the girl screamed.
Neshoba stepped across the threshold
mid threw down at the feet of Mollle
fifty squirrel skins, a dozen mink sklna,
half a dozen white wolf hides, two leop
ard pelts, the hides and antlers of four
reindeer, the wings of a white heron,
the breasts of two grebe and two wild
turkey wings. The Indian pointed at
the trophies, then at Mollle, saying:
"Squaw."
Mollle ran to the farthermost corner
of tbe room and climbed upon a rough
beam and there she cringed Uma ber
perch like a terrified bird, while the
Indian fixed his hawk-like glance upon
her.
Mr. Kedfleld heard the commotion
and hastened to tbe kitchen. When he
saw Neshoba he said: "Oh, Mollle,
we've played a serious Joke on the poor
Indian. What shall 1 say to him?"
"Tell blm to be daiint an' go away
loike a gintleman. I'll give him money
fer all hi bides," said Mollle.
The Indian understood Mollle's pro
posal. He said, persistently: "Squaw,
squaw."
"Kind him off, Mr. Redtield; sind him
off!" Mollle said.
Mr. Itedfleld argued with Neshoba,
hut the Indian stood resolute, saying:
"Squaw promise."
Mr. Redtield offered him money, hut
the Indian would not take It. Mollle
kept crying out: "Hind him away or
I'll die!" At last Neshoba gathered up
his 'pelts ami walked slowly out of the
door. Mollle descended from the beam
and fell all In a heap at Mr. Rcdfleld's
feet, crying: "Be me sowl, I've sinned!"
From that moment all the blithesome-
ness died out of tbe Irish girl's life. A
great cloud overshadowed her gay
spirit. Her merry heart seemed to
turn to a lump of lead; she could
neither laugh nor sing. Her three lovers
tilled dully. Mollle told them: "Ma
heart Is broke fer the poor InJIn. I'll
marry uo man." Mrs. Redtield tried to
comfort the girl, but Mollle answered:
"I hate tbe big prairie; it reminds me
of Neshoba. 1 hate this wild, hathen
Ish lolfe. Oh, poor Neshoba! I've
killed the honest lujin's sowl. I must
go away to a convent to And comfort."
So Mollle went hack Kast aud enter
ed till order of the Sister of Mercy,
where she spent the rest of her life do
ing deeds of kindness to atone for her
sins. Kvery night she prayed at ber
window, which faced westward, for
the soul of her Indian lover.
Mr. Redfleld never saw Neshoba
nguln. It was reported that he rushed
unarmed Into one of the Indian battle
and was killed. -New York Ledger.
Naved Her Ncalp.
A remarkable surgical operation ha
been recently performed In Paris. A
laundress had ber scalp torn off from
the nape of the neck to the eyebrow
by her hair catching In some belling.
She wns taken to Hie Hrousmils Hos
pital, where Dr. Malhcrlie, after seeing
her, sent for her scalp. He obtained It
after a delay of several hours, shaved
off tbe hair, washed It with antiseptics,
and applied II In place again. The
scalp has grown on to the head.
Irfiiidon's I nlortunsie Mirths.
Over 1,000 children are Iwrn yearly
In Dom?on workhouses.
The woman who wants to be a leader
of society should be warned before
plunging In that ti minstrel show uas
to parade In all sorts of weather, irtul
that the society parade Is much lias JL
BLUE AND THE GRAY
RAVE MEN WHO MET ON THE
FIELD Of RATTLE.
ThrUllaw ttriss of the bUIm
OM asMlavs sas Ssttora BsUts Basal
IsfttacM 1 1AU Is Caass as
tha rtstS-IaciSMts mt Us War.
The Rer. Dr. Henry Van Dyke tells
two stories that are OlustraUve of what
la sometimes called tbe "chivalrous sen
Union t" of tbe Southern people.
wnen i wss a child," asld be, "my
father took me with him on a trip to
Charleston, 8. C. It happened to be
period of Intense excitement early in
1861. Tbe State authorities bad recent
ly passed tbe 'ordinance of secession
cae citizens or Charleston were
wrought up to a high pitch, and Major
Anderson had been abut np in Port
Sumter. I remember my experiences
at that time as vividly as if I bad
passed through them yesterday. One
of them was In connection with tbe
historic Incident of Major Anderson'
defense of tbe fort against tbe Southern
guns.
"Tbe Federal troops were almost des
titute of provisions, and It was a ques
tion as to bow long they could hold out.
It wss well understood in Charleston
tbat any attempt on the part of the
United States to reprovlsion tbe garrl
son would be resisted by force. There
stood Anderson with bis handful of
men, under tbe stars and stripes, fac
ing starvation or surrender possibly
annihilation. Around the old brick
fort, rising sheer from the bosom of
the sea, were ranged tbe batteries that
were ready at a signal to give the coup
de grace. Matters were in this critical
Juncture when I had the privilege of
witnessing a marvelous act of cblval
rous and tender sentiment.
"I observed one day that a number
of small boats were putting off from
the docks and making for Fort Sumter,
where lay tbe beleaguered Federal
troops. My astonishment waa redou
bled when I learned that the women of
Gbareeton bad laden these boats wRb
provisions of all sorts and luxuries, and
were actually sending them to the sol
diers whom their brothers and fathers
were trying to subdue by starvation or
by shot and shell. I afterward learn
cd that MaJ. Anderson waa very much
Uked by the women, and, Indeed, by all
the people of Charleston; but It struck
me aa quite remarkable that even tbe
near approach of war and the neces
slty felt by all, of tbe capture of Fort
Sumter from the Federals, were not
sutticlent to suppress the chivalry and
hospitality of these people.
"As the boats were pulling out I look
ed Into them to see what kind of food
the ladies were sending to their enemy,
There was every delicacy that could
Ite found in the market, aud I can re
member now how nice I thought the
dainties looked, how I should have
liked to taste some of tbem, and how
I wondered what an impression such
circumstances would make upon MaJ
Anderson and his men.
"Shortly after the sending of these
provisions to the beleaguered fort by
the women of Charleston the men of
Charleston, from their batteries on
Morris Island, fired upon tbe Star of
the West, which was engaged upon
similar mission. Charleston would not
have allowed the Federal Major and
his garrison to starve, but It was equal
ly determined not to permit l"he United
States Government to provision the
fort The distinction was clear enough,
and the presence of war Itself could
not hold In abeyance the obligations of
hospitality.
"I remember Just as vividly another
experience In the South. Shortly after
the war I was In Virginia with my
futher, and he took me to see Oeu.
Robert E. Iee, who waa then at Wash
lngton and Lee University. I don't
think that I have ever seen a man
whos-' great personality Impressed me
more. (ien. Ia.p was one of the few
men f have seen who seemed to me to
Isiir upon their brow the unmistaka
bly slump of greatness. Ho was ex
eeedlngly courteous and kind. It oc
eurred to him at once that I, who was
a boy at the time, might enjoy a ride
on his war steed. So Traveler was
brought out and the General placed me
in the saddle; and for a few moments
I sat upon the horse that his com
panionship In march and In battle had
made famous." New York Times.
Pame Ptory llrouarht Up Again.
"One of the best stories of the late
war," said the captain, "was told of a
voljnteer who was at home a man of
wealth. He hud performed all his du
ties without murmuring, until one
stormy night he was detailed to guard
a wagon load of provisions. IH? stood
In the rain for a time, and then asked
the corporal not to relieve him, hut to
go to the Colonel and And out how
much the wagon and its load was
worth. The messenger returned with
the statement that wagon and contents
were worth say ftOO. Thereupon the
guard drew his check for t hut amount,
and sent It to the colonel with tho
Ktatement tihst he would buy the whole
darned outfit and go to bed,
"All this may have happened, but
the same lory was told of a volunteer
In the cIvU war. While I was down at
the Stone River National cemetery at
Murrrei)oro, ienn., tuo other day
Superintendent Barrett showed mo
practically the same story In a copy of
Hunter s Magozine for Juno, 1854. In
this story the hero Is Private Koch, a
soldier of the Philadelphia Mnehpher
Hou Win. Koch, who was worth si..
idtMHKi, had enlisted In the Blues as a
holiday soldier, but the company or
regiment was ordered out in the Penn
sylvania whisky Insurrections of 17U4.
rhe campaign was not at all to the
liking of the cttlsen soldiers, but they
respired to do their duty.
"Koak, who wm a Isrgs outdoor ua-
dsrwritsr la PbUadstpvkt, was detal
od one stormy night to guard a bag.
gage wagon. After remaining at Us
post for aa hour the sentinel called for
the corporal of the guard. When the
corporal came Koch asked to be
tiered for a few minutes that be might
go and see Msphsrsoo, the brigade or
reglmentau cota mender, on Important
business. He went to tbe quarters of the
general, whom be outranked as a bust
ness man, and asked what might be the
value of the wagon which be
guarding. The general at a venture
add $1,000. Thereupon Koch said.
'Very well, General Macpberson,
writes a check for der moneys and den
I shall go to my beds.' "
How Oreat Msasasd Thaai.
When Captain Grant, formerly of tts
regular army, was appointed colons!
of an Illinois Regiment, In place of
Colonel Ooode, John A. Logan, while
escorting him to the camp, said: "Ooi-
onel, tbe regiment is a little unruly.
Do ' you think you can manage the
boy?"
"I think I can," replied Grant
Logan and McCJernand, two Con
gressmen, made patriotic speeches,
and Iyogan, after a two hours' oration,
led forward a quiet man, In plain cttl
sen's clothes, saying:
"Allow me to present to you your
new commander, Col. U. 8. Grant,"
"Most of the soldiers observed him
for the first time," writes Hamlin Gar
land, from whose "Life of Grant" we
have quoted. "They were astonished
and disappointed." Grant looked Hke
a grave country doctor. But he show
ed that be could manage the "unruly
boys." There were loud calls: "Grant,
Grant! A speech!" Their late colonel
used to "orate" before them. The new
colonel stepped two paces toward
them, and said In a clear, calm voice:
"Men, go to your quarters."
If an eight-Inch shell had exploded
In their ranks, the "boys" would not
have been more surprised; but they
went to their quarters. There was that
In the new colonel's voice which ex
pressed command. Tbe tone was not
loud, but It was given with a clear-cut
inflection which showed blm a master
of men. '
That evening at dress parade, as be
stepped to the center of the regiment,
waring no uniform save a pair of gray
trousers with a stripe running down
the outside seam, and an old sword,
the men Jested In low voices about their
now commander.
Colonel Goode, the late colonel not
Infrequently used tbe dally parade as
an occasion to make a speech, and the
men expected one from Grant. The
llne-ofBcers advanced, and tbe adjutant
saluted.
"A soldier's first duty Is to learn to
obey tils commander. I shall expet
my orders to be olwyed as exactly and
as Instantly as If we were on the Held
of battle."
That was all he said. As rhe men
marched back to quarters, a private
asked: "What do they mean by send
ing down a little man like him to com
mand this regiment? He can't pound
dry sand in a straight hole."
"He can't make a speech! Look at
the clothes he wears! Who la he, any
how ?"
"Boys," retorted a sergeant, "I'll tell
yon who he Is. He's the colonel of this
regiment, as you'll find, and don't you
forget It!"
The sergeant was a prophet. The
regiment had obtained all the liquor It
wished for. Grant stopped that, A
man resisted arrest.
What's the matter?" axked Grant
of the officer of the day.
"The raau persists In bringing liquor
Into camp and refuses to give It up."
"Put him into the guard-bouse."
"He refuses to go."
Grant stepped up to him, seized him
by the collar, and Jerked him outside
of the (-amp gate. "Get out of my regi
ment," he said. "You are not worth
disciplining. If you come back I'll
have you shot!"
A big, dangerous man, named "Mex
ico," was tied up, with a score of
others, for leaving camp without per
mission. "For every minute I stand
here I'll have an ounce of your blood,"
said he to the colonel.
"Gag lilm!" replied Grant.
One by one, as the hours parsed, the
other offenders were released by the
officers of the guard. Grant released
'Mexico" himself. The bully saw that
his colonel was his master, and the
regiment began to find out that It had
a colonel.
I'ivn Generations.
A unique experience has fallen to the
lot of an old llshermau living In the vil
lage of Buckie, In Scotland, ne waa
photographed recently with bis family,
liowlug five generations. "Farmer"
John Murray, the head, Is IK) years of
go, aud Is said to be hale aud hearty.
Ills son, William Henry, Is 0, Will-
Ism's daughter, Margaret, is 3S, and
Margaret's daughter nilso named Mar
garet) is IS. The last named has re
cently presented the world with a sou,
ho thus completes the fifth link of
this remarkable family chain. A fur
ther notable thing about old "Farmer"
Murray is that he was the first fisher
man In Grout Britain to discover the
use of herring bait to catch white lish.
Glue from Ncaweed.
A fresh use for seaweed Is claimed to
have been discovered by a Norwegian
iglneer, who exhibited an Invention
t the Stockholm exhibit Ion for pro
ducing paper glue, dressing gum and
soap for seaweed. The Hrst establish
ment for this branch of manufacture I
to lie erected In the district of Slav
anger. Au old lady, who Is very much of a
bore, paid a visit to a family of her
acquaintance. She prolonged her stay
snd finally said lo one of the children:
"I am going away directly, Stanley,
snd 1 want you to go part of the way
with uie." "Can't do it. We are going
to nave nmnor as soon as you leavs,"
replied Stauley.
HIS FALSE TEETH.
Tay Hsarlr hSMsM , saj
Doetsr Oot Tfcssa,
The fact that the threes of ths j
i nation under great excitement
produce a corresponding physical f
sy was Illustrated recently la taw i
of a man who bad gone to
his artificial teeth In bis
Waking suddenly with a choking ass
satlon, he found bis teeth had diaaa
peared. He looked in the glass of wstsr
where they were usually deposits!, sM
not ass them there, and realise
they must be far down hla
Choking and struggling he
on tbe door of a friend sleeping ba fas
house, who, seeing his critical sssbsb
Oon, vainly endeavored to draw the
teeth out of tbe sufferer's throat
He could feel the teeth, but had SsH
the strength to extricate them. He ran
for a blacksmith, who lived a few
away, but the blacksmith's hand
too big to put Into the man's mouth.
A doctor had been sent for, but be was
so long In coming that the victim of
the accident seemed likely to die of suf
focation before the physician arrived.
A little girl of 10 years was sroosfrt.
under the Impression that ber small
hand might reach tbe obstacle and
withdraw it, bat be got frightened I
begsn to cry. The sufferer
black In the face, his throat swelled sot
and bis friends expected every mosseat
to be his last, when finally the doctor
arrived.
He beard the history of the cast, saw
thst tbe teeth were not in the maa's
Jaw nor In their nightly receptacle, fait
the throat and chest of tbe sufferer,
and cast his eyes seriously upon the
floor. There he saw tbe whole net sf
teeth. He adjusted them In the Jaws
of the patient, told blm to breathe free
ly, and every symptom of suffocation
disappeared.
NEW HANDSHAKE.
Iatrodaced la Waahlas-toa by Asaiat-
at Secretary Melklejohn.
Representative Amos J. Cumniiags
was one of a party of twelve who atr
tended a dinner given by a public of
ficial a few evenings since. He knew all
the diners save one, a Western politi
cian, who was a friend of the host.
The host Introduced his Congressional
friends to his guest rrom the West Mr.
Cummlngs was the first to be intro
duced. The Westerner, wearing aa
evening suit, patent leather shoes, etc.;
advanced, holding bis right hand on a
level with his forehead. Mr. Cummlngs
approached to within a few feet of tbe
extended hand and halted. He looked
the Westerner squarely In the eye,
glanced hastily at tbe outstretched
arm, and as be grasped it said smil
ingly:
'Ugh! You shake hands like Melkle
john."
At this everybody laughed. Mr.
Melklejohn, who helps Mr. Alger man
age the War Department is noted for
his handshake, and his friends have a
little quiet fun with him because of his
affected manners. It may be remarked
in passing that the Westerner Is an in
timate friend of the Assistant Secre
tary and has acquired the top-lofty
handshake from association with blm.
Washington special New York World.,
Recent Trsde with Spain.
Oregon children naturally keep track
of commercial and International affairs,
for their State has an extensive sea
board and Intimate relations with the
wheat markets of the world.
A class In geography was reciting in
one of the rooms of the Central school-
house yesterday when the matter of
Interchange of commerce and natural
products came up for discussion and
review. After referring to other coun
tries and explaining what kind of arti
cles were shipped to Germany, France,
and England, tbe teacher put to ths
InttB fKJbi n 1 Wi cr I'm 1 1 "1
'What do we send to Siwln?"
A number of" littie hands went up all
over the room, Indicating a readiness
and desire to answer and the teacher
told a bright-looking little girl at the
further end of the room that she might
tell, aud she said:
"We send soldiers to Spain."
"Yes, that is true," said the teacher;
"but osn you tell what we receive in re
turn ?"
"We get Islands," came the answer,
promptly, from the same little girl.
Portland Oregonlan.
A Fashion Album.
After years of patient attention a
Boston woman hits acquired a scrap
book of fashions that Is truly unique
and amusing. In the early days of the
civil war she begnu clipping plates and
fashion paragraphs from mode Journals
until her proposed volume has now
formed several. It Is wonderfully odd
to review the fads and fancies that
flushed like so many meteors through
the skies of the past thirty-five or forty
years. There are the Grecian bond, the
chignon, the waterfall, the pullback,
tihe crinoline, tho tiny bonnets and the
pokes, the large bustles, hoops and the
large sleeves. Only extremes of style
tnd oddities are used, or the collection
soiild swell beyond all proportion. As
it Is, It Is the source of much mirth
whenever she brings It out as a "com
pany trap."
Mexican Funerals.
The Mexicans have a queer way of
burying the dead. The corpse Is tight
ly wrapped In century plant matting,
nnd placed In a cotlln hired for about a
shilling. One or two natives, as the
raso may be, place the coffin on their
heads aud go at a trot to tbe grave,
where tho body Is interred, and the
coffin Is then returned.
When a man gets rich, the neighbor
women peer back Into the history of bis
married life until they find that tils
wife once kept a cow. Tbla explains
everything.
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