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trt GREAT old sweet-snielliug gar
s den, and one little maid among
" the flower Mid bees and butter
ies. All alone she was. for mother did
pot come out Into the garden much
thaw days. Joan stopped before a tall
pink hollyhock, and spoke.
"I don't theriuk this is such a nice
summer as most," she said. "I used
to amy 'link," ouce oh, years and
years ago, when I was ker-wite a
little baby, but say Iherink,' now,
cause I'm most grown up, you see."
Then she walked on agalu down the
little twhited gravel path, with her
hands clasped behind her. and her
vows grave with thought. For no Man
Paddy used to walk when he was
Saving a big "therlnk."
"But It's whole days 'most years
ilnce Man Laddy went away," she
Mid. stopping beside a gray green
jush of lavender, "and he said good by
to hasty, he squeezed me so hard that
le hurt, and bis eyes were angry, and
! hadn't been naughty at all. Are you
lorry, aweet lavender?"
She buried her face in the fragrance,
jhen trotted on down the little, path,
!lf she came to a tall foxglove. She
tilted back her yellow head and gazed
up at the white and red bells with
wide eyed gravity, her hands still
clasped behind her back.
"One day," she said, "a lady came to
ee mother. It was it was a long.
big time ago, afore you were horned,
pretty ladies wbat txiw, and she tried
to kiss me when she was going, but
I didn't like her, you see, and I would
not kiss her, and 1 ran In to mother,
and mother was lil on the I forgot
jthe bed without covers in the draw-lng-room,
you know, and the lady
.was smiling ever so, anil her dross
"was as lonf as a new little baby's,
and that was the day Man Daddy went
away."
She bowed gravely to the polite fox
gloves, and. trotted on.
Before a group of tall, white lilies she
stopped again. She came closer, and,
stretching up her arms, pulled one
gently down and laid her soft cheek
against the snowy petals.
For a moment the baby lip quivered.
"Man . Daddy loved you the bestest
of all. 'Queen of the Garden' that's
what he called you, you know."
Then a cry went up In the warm,
sweet air. "I want Man Daddy oh,
I want him so bad"'
The little hands were unclasped only
to be locked together tighter still.
"For I'm most grown up, you see."
whispered Baby Joan to the tall white
lily, "and grown-ups don't cry, you
She left the lilies, and walked on in
deep thought. "At the end of the path
her wee red sunshade was tied with
a string to a nail In the wall. Such
a long while it bad taken to fix that
sunshade "propelly," but Joan eyed It
proudly now.
"Are you ker-wlte happy?" she said,
peeping round at the clambering white
and pink convolvulus behind the lit
tie parasol. "Poor muslin ladies, didn't
the wind blow you drefful?"
Then she watched a little blue butter
fly as she fluttered about from flower
to flower, and finally sailed over the
wall..
1 "If I was a butterfly." she said to
the convolvulus. "I would soou find
Man Daddy." She sighed, so that ber
small muslin-pinafored bosom gave a
big heave. "But then." with another
thought, "I'd have to leave mother."
She sighed again. "Mother say,
'Don't worry, Joan," when I ask when
Man Daddy's coining home, ami' then
she kisses me ever so, to make up."
She trotted ou again with hands be
hind her back.
A woman looking from a window
turui d away In anguish from the small
feminine imitation of Man Daddy.
Suddenly the chubby legs twinkled in
wild haste up the garden, across the
velvet lawn, out of the open gate into
the road.
"I can go 'most as fast as a butter
fly," said Joan, "and I'll find Man
Daddy at the nice place where Fido
was took when he was lost, where
there were sueb'a heaps and fieaps of
dogs. I know Man Daddy'll be there."
with a gleeful chuckle that brought
the dimples laughing to her cheek.!
"Mother never thought of that, 1 1
' b'lleve ft was the lilies what put the
therink In my Inside.'
Along the hot. dusty road, meeting no
one In this peaceful dinner hour, she
trotted, ber unbonnet dragging behind
' and ber yellow hair rivaling the glow
ing cornfield on either side.
In her desire to emulate the butterfly
she got over the ground at a surprising
pace. 8be put all ber heart and soul
Into ber endeavor, as abe always did
Into every thing she undertook. Life
to Joan wis a deep and an earnest
thing. Bbe hardly knew that ber
Short legs were aching, or that her
" carls were sticking to ber damp little
brow. By tbe time the village dinner
hour was over the village was left fsr
behind br Joan's determined leg She
began to meet people, and a few asked
bar where sbe was going. Joan's
. beaming, moist smile and bar answer,
"Has Daddy Jus' theM," with a
grimy 'oreflnger , pointing apparently
' totbeeadaf tlttfMd or last, or Held,
aartoned them. ut presently Joan
. gtoTMd le talk te a great fniower
1 sOc It gaUto bead at ut cr
' fit tsih-r st a UKT gifts. It
: e 7a nr. cr i - w mm ""
tut L,tm mw Mm tag
t ;.f"-Ti an gt Z rpes tow far
and gazing up at it wistfully, "I'm not
really a butterfly, and my legs hurt
a little."
The sunfl .wer nodded encouragingly.
"It's a long way," said Joan. I've
run mihes and miles, pretty good lady
oh, miles and mile miles" her
voice trailed off Into a drowsy murmur
"miles:" she said, with a sudden
Jerk and sitting upright. She gated
up at the sunflower reproachfully.
"I mustn't go to sleep." she said. '"I've
got to find Man Daddy in the big
place where they took Fldo when he
was lost. It's Jus' there," pointing
down the road. "Ooodby, gold lady.
1 must be quick, 'cause Man Daddy
will be lonesome without me and moth
er, you see, and mother will be lone
some, too."
She started at a run, then looked
back over her shoulder at the" sun
flower with a troubled little laugh.
"My legs wou't work propelly," she
said, and struggled on. The sun had
gone behind great threatening cloud,
but Joan took no heed. Ail her mind
was centered on getting. on. She took
no more rt till she came suddenly
ujKin a group of poppies growing in
the grass at the wayside; by them her
legs stumbled and gave way, and she
sank down on to the grass. She whis
pered to them in a little voice that was
breutulewi and fill of tears. "I want
mother and Man Daddy!" she said, and
then she lay still and set all her teeth
together to keep the sobs back. But
presently she sat up. "Dey'g coming,"
she gaswd, her grammar growing
weak in her extremity. A suocic-n
gleam lit her face.
"Grown-up angels try to give the
flowers water," she said, as a great
tear rolliMl down her cheek, and kneel
ing, she bent over the poppies and sob
bed her heart out. while the tears
splashed on to the flowers. But other
drops came and mingled with hers
great angry drops from dark clouds
overhead drops that beat the poppies
shuddering to the earth. "Tbe angels
are crying, too," murmured Joan, sleep
ily, and rolled over and lay still.
The angel's crying was long and ve
hement. It woke Joan several times,
but she was dazed with weariness.
Once sbe murmured with a smile:
"It's 'most a cold bath 'stead of a
teppy to-day, mother," and went to
sleep again.
II.
In the dimly lit room on the white
little bed Joan tossed wearily from
side to side. "You see, little blue
ladies. It hurts bad In your stummlck
Jus' here," laying one hot little baud
on her chest, "but I'm not crying, you
know."
"No, my brave little darling," mur
mured the woman, bending over her.
Hut you Is, mother: In an access
of utter surprise. "I felt It on my
bead. I fluked therlnked grown-ups
never Ob, it hurts,, mothtr'" her
fingers clinging around her mother's;
"It hurts, you see," drawing a long,
sobbing breath.
Presently she began anxiously:
"That did sound like crying a bit. but,"
with a tremulous little laugh, "it
wasn't it wasn't, really "
"No, no, dear I know try to go
to ' sleep," and she began to sing a
In! lu by.
"You sing very nice, all of you.
babbled the restless voice. "I do like
flower singing you can hear tbe wind
shaking their voices but Man Daddy
won't come: One day. It was years
and years ago, little pink ladles, I ran
and ran you see, I'm not really a
butterfly, but, then, when butterflies
use their legs they go quite slow, and
I haven't any wings, you see "
A frock-coated llgure lient over the
bed now, and the woman's eyes never
left Ills face.
"Fever high she must be soothed.
"I want Man Daddy you're not Man
Daddy d:i you know, one day, when I
was ker-wite little I cut mine finger
I cried wasn't It funny? But Man
Daddy tied It up and I laughey, 'cause
he said It was a dolly. Would he tie
my stunniilck up if be was here?
hurts, you see oh, It hurts.'"
Anguished and broken came the wo
man's voice: "I do not know where
he is."
The doctor looked grave, and pres
ently be went.
"Darling, you are to brave and good
will "you try to go to sleep, to to be
well when Daddy comes back?"
Is he coming back, mother? Oh
It hurts:" with a sob. "it uuru so,
mother."
If vou bo to sleep, dear oh, do
try, Joan, do try!"
I will shut mine eyes tight, mother,
The restless little body lay rigidly
stni.
'Think of the sheep, dear," said the
mother, using a recipe she had found
sticessful with Joan In s farmer cb.U
Isb Illness. "Count tbeni as they come
up to the gate snd Jump over It 8ee,
there they go one, two, three."
Presently tbe great eyes opened with
a plteously worried look.
Mother." tbey stlckl They won't
Jump over the gate at all!"
All tbe woman s pride bad gone.
Sbe racked her bruin for some clew
of her husband's whereabouts. At
last she thought sbe bad one faint and
tluslve, bat sbe would try she would
telegraph. Sbe crept from the room
while Joan lay In an uneasy doze, snd
wrote ber telegram, and sent it off
wit wild prayer In ber hesrt. '
Tbe tahtHw long thai Jaa thought
each dsw that H was a fresh
ftt bejru agam passed; tbe
sun rose In a glory that flooded ths
room and shone pink on the weary lit
tle face lying on the crumpled pillow;
and then, when the pink glory bad fad
ed and left only one bar of gold peep
ing through the blinds, and resting,
lovingly on the yellow curU, he came.,
Straight to the little bedroom he'
came. !
"You see, queen of the garden,"
babbled the restless little voice, "It
hurts rather bad. He loved you tbe
bestest of all; but he won't come and
I mustn't cry, you see. But It hurte"'
He bent over her, ber tiny band In
his. v
"Joan " ' .
Joan's beaming smile greeted him.
"Ke has come, queen of the garden
Man Daddy has comer she said;
with an Infinite content, and fell asleep..
When she awakened the pain bad
"'most gone."
"I k no wed you would take It away,
Man Daddy, but" wistfully "I didn't
find you. did IT
He glanced across the bed at the
woman's down-lient bead.
"Yes, Joan, you did. If you hadn't
looked for me I should not have come."
She half smiled.
"But"
"Never mind now, little one. It Is
gH through you I am here."
"Honest Ingln, Man Daddy?'
"Honest Ingln, Joan."
She tieamed. satisfied.
"If I hadn t looked for you.
you
wouldn't have corned. Aren't you ever
so glad, mother?"
Low and puniest came the woman's
answer:
"Yes, dr."
"May I go and tell the flowers now,
Man Daddy?"
"Not yet. Joan."
"But you haven" tied up my stum-
mlck into a doily"
Not this time, l.le still and be good.
little one."
"Yes, Man Daddy. Kiss me."
He bent over her and kiswd her.
"Y'ou, too. mother." Then suddenly
he dlmbled gleefully. "I want a
Jumble kiss," she said.
Then? was a little constrained pause.
"You haven't forgotted, Man Dad
dy?" in shrill tones of woe.
"No."
"Then be quick"' holding out her
hands. "Come long, mother.
"We must humor her," murmured
the mother, with downcast eyes. "It
is a foolish game, but "
The man kept his arm around her
when the "game" was over.
We must pretend well, she U so
sharp," he muttered, weakly.
Joan lay and chuckled drowsily.
When the long lashes rented on the
baby's cheeks, the woman made a
slight movement away from him; but
his arm tightened.
"Suppose she wakened 7' be said.
There was no s juikI then In the room
save the ticking of his watch. Pres
ently he spoke:
"Nora, I cannot go away again."
"Stay" she breathed "I do not be
lieve that tale."
"God bless you, dear"'
Silence again. Then
"I should have denied It, Nora.'
"No no; I was wicked to doubt
you.
"I deny It now, before '
But she stopped him with a kiss,
"Man Daddy, kiss me, too. May 1
go and 'tell the flowers In the morn
in'? I am ker-wite well now."
"Go to sleep again, little one."
She shut her eyes obediently, then
opened them with a gleeful sttiil
All the sheep are Jumping over
the gate now, mother:" she cried "ev
ery one of them!" Quiver.
WARDS OFF THE LIGHTNING
Clothing Warranted to Protect Wearei
from Electric Strokes.
Thanks to the researches of a Bus
slan savant, man may now, like Jove,
defy the lightning's stroke. He has in,
vented a garment that is said to be a.
certain protection against a stroke of
the electric fluid. It Is light and ties.
Ible and does not In the least Interfere
with the movements of the wearer.
The garment Is made of fine gauze, of
brass threads, and couslst of a shir
and trousers that reach IsMow the feet.
The sleeves end In gloves that are pro
vided with buttons for fastening. A
hcid cover the head, buttoning on the
body part of the safety garment.
When the wearer of this garment ap
proaches too near the current of an
eleetrle machine, Iniead of harming
him, the current is conducted to t lie
ground by the suit of gauze and the,
person inside experiences no Inconven
ience. The wearer of this suit can
stand between the two poles of a hlghi
tension current of electricity and the
spark will pass from one to the other
across his Intervening liody without
shocking blm, tbe discharge going
through the metallic covering.
The Inventor of the lightning pro
tector donned bis gauze garment and
placed himself under a conductor that
bad s tension of 50.000 volts. With bis
bauds, his elbows, bis arms and bis
bead he attracted brilliant sparks, but
was not tbe least inconvenienced. He
grasped with bin hands two electrodes.
of .! volts pressure and caused
to pass th rot tii thu protecting garment
electricity amounting to l"i amperes.
a current so strong that when be wltb
drew bis bands an electric spark two
feet long shot out from tbe machine.
At tbe termination of the experiments
it was found that tbe gauxe gsrment
had not been damaged by the sparks.
with tbe exception of small holes st
be points of contact, that did not 1m
pair the protecting action of the inven
tlon.
TaajMla fmg by Aats. '
Tbe ants of South America bar
bt known to construct a tunnel
three mile la length.
VERMONT- LAS I -fAINTE'
ro Coeatryaea Track and Kill Htaa
ad Get 912 Mmle Huuatr.
"They's people in Vermont as
bought tliat the painters was
ill dead," said "Black Bear
ioe" of Hen mountain to a
rrlter In the Boston Journal,
is he sat on a barrel in the back shop
f a Main street store iu Burlington.
'But they wau't. I beercd one on 'em
breech up st Hen mountain In the
nlddle o' the night this winter, sn" it
riz my blood up tighter'n a drum.
"I came down by .Montgomery Colt
er way t'other day. an' there I heerd
ell on the biggest painter that I evr
iecn.
Some folks call 'em panthers an"
me folks call 'em painters, an uiore'u
11 of 'em call 'em wildcats. But the
eal name, I heered tell when I was
lown to the sportsman's show, was a
nountain lion. Them's the crittuis
hnt they let the President shout down
Arizony, an' they is scheduled to
un up as rar as i.-innuu an unn
icrofs the northern end o' New Voik
n' over Int'T Maine, New Hampshire
nd Vermont.
"Bakersticld mountain Is 'bout the
ast place Unit you'd exieet to find a
eal live panther. But they kill d one
her' t'other day.
"Some of the boys was out In the
lills gunning au' digging spruce gum
m' the like when they came utxiu the
rlHur's tracks. They was big enough
o 1? a tiger's steps an' one of the
ads foiiml where a fox h;id been
iuglit and eaten. The snow was nil
nicked down and bloody like and the
bide was torn up somewhat. Bear
lever tear up a hide but skin It off
larerul like an roll it up on tlie
ground.
'None of the young fellers could
inake mn what the tracks was. But
!' Teddy Sheldon, who Is now going
)n to 71 years, an I suppose lias klil-
d more than seventy bear, shook his
bead and said to the young uns. ses
'That's a painter, or my name
lin't Theodore. I'm TO, but I'm ble-s-d
if I don't git out the old gun an'
jave a try at the fl2 that Its iiide'lt
bring in Isjunty.'
"He an' William II. Jewett polished
'jp their guns an' set out. They found
where a de-r had been pulled down
in' 1it throat bitten by the panther,
but the deer had evidently shook the
tinite off an' got away. After running
long distance It fell and died.
Prob'ly the painter was too full o' bis
parller dinner to foller an' so lie never
knew that the deer db-d.
"They got some o' their dogs ok the
track of the panther, an' after a li y
:tiase tney round tuc trail leading t.tvu
Into Cold holler. Now, Cold boiler is
r valley that no one ylt ever had good
luck hunting In. Cal'late that they
would 'a' had If they bud gone there,
but the name sorter gives all tbe Bh-
kersneld mountain boys cold feet to
!iear, an' they have fought shy of it.
The panther was lying along a log
' maple when they came up with their
iogs In leash an' after letting out one
ir two o' his bl .ody screeches he went
Into the trees and began running along
in lumping irom Unit) to limb u
ree to tree. Kvery now and then lie
Bouid stop an' sort it turn back to tight
ut the dogs troubled him. I cal'late a
full-sized pantluT will tackle a man
my time, 'specially at night.
At last the dogs driv' him Into a
!ree that sb.od all alone an' there be
liimed at bay. Jewett Ami at him, tbe
'jiill going through the shoulder mus
les. The great cat fell sprawling Into
he snow, but immediately ran up an
itliiT tree, where a bullet, fired from
die rifle of Sheldon, reached his brain.
"Old as I am I'd given a year off
the fust end o" my life ter have shot
he last painter In Vermont, for 1 eaP
iate that's wtiat It was. Ain't been
none shot loTe for fifty years as I
inow on.
"When I was a boy they pulled down
iittle an' children 'most every day.
Sheldon nn' Jewett took him to the
own clerk of .Montgomery ('enter an'
ollected $12 bounty. Might jus' well
lose the account. Ain't no more com
ng In."
Hack to the Farm,
After ten year as a St. IOill pollce
iinu Hugh McMahon tired of life in a
frjit city ami has gone back to the
ottntry. Like Clarence the Cop. he
las ixvti "transferred again," but this
.line at his own wish.
lie has gone back from the force to
he farm; from sil!llcs to statis-s;
roiu courts to carrots; from station to
itable; from clubs to clods; from
'plug-uglies" to plows; from "pinches"
o parstil; from mud to mendows;
'rom garbage to garden; from blood to
ilossoms.
He has gone back from writs to
'oe; from arrests to rest; from hh1-
ioms to cool rooms; from sunstn kea
o sunflowers and sunsets; from vl'
ence to violets; from helmets to holly
locks; from dens to daisies; from rim-
ting crooks to running brooks; from
nnrderers to meditation; from quick
hleves to (pile! thoughts, and from
'green goods" men to the green things
f Nature herself.
Who shall say that he ha not chosen
he lietter part of life? "Ood made
he country and man made the town,"
md at the very !et. It sometime
wems, man made a nsd Job of It,
It. l)iil Post Dispatch.
Onter or Population.
When Henry XIarr, of Columbus.
I md.
goes to his. barn lot and siep.
Ipon a neaiiy csrveu aian ovarium mr
hscrlptlon "1D0O" be has l.tiV).()j
people on all four sides of blm, for he
b the center of populstloo man of the
whole United States.
There are some positions fist s.e.o
a require men who don't kixtw vr
such.
Tbe aurora borealls, as lately seen
In the early afternoon by an English
observer, appeared as a black arch
with black streamers against a blue
sky. Tbe sun was shining brightly.
and some bright white clouds were
being driven rapidly in front of the
aurora.
By means of a new system of print
ing called "ealluypy,-the -ordinary
typewriting machine can be employed
for making the matrix from which
printing types are cast. ' By special
devices the difficulty of bringing the
ends of the lines into vertical adjust
ment and of niHking corrections has.
it is asserted, been successfully over
come. A rise of body temperature from
98.4 degrees K. the normal -to 107 de
grees Is speedily followed by death.
Drs. Halliburton and Mott find that
cell globulin coagulates at the latter
temperature, and tbey conclude that
the fatal results of high fever are due
to coagulation of tills proteld iu the
cells of the nerve centers and other
parts of the body.
To eye strain, usually unsuspected,
Dr. George M. Could attributes much
of human misery. He linds evidence
that it was Indirectly responsible for
the opium habit of De Quincy, caused
the morbid condition and breakdowns
of Carlyle. and gave Browning his
headaches umLvertlgo. Printing lssks
in white ink on black pajs-r Is a sug
gested means for lessening eye strain.
. According to W. K. D. Scott, of
Princeton I'nlverslty, there Is special
cruelty in the manner of killing birds
in Florida for use on women's hats.
The huntsmen take advantage of the
devotion of the parent bird to their
young by lying In wait near the nests,
before the young birds are able to fly,
knowing that their cries will bring
liack the parents agalu and again, iu
spite of the disturbance made by tbe
slaughterers. With Flobert rifles the
devoted birds are picked off at a dis
tance of only ten or twelve feet,
j Reptiles and amphibians are attract
ed to water from such distances that
Dr. F. Werner, of Vienna, supposes
they must be endowed with a special
sense. Sight Is found to be the most
acute of their ordinary senses, but
alligators and crocodiles see a man
not more than ten times their own
length, frogs see about fifteen or
"twenty times their own length, fishes
not more than half their own length,
and suukes only one-fourth or one
eighth of their own length. Most rep
tiles and amphibians are totally deaf.
None are entirely without taste; and
the snake's tongue rapidly vibrating
Jhe air. seems to feel objects without
actually touching them.
' Some fifteen years ago a Virginia
gentleman purchased lu Alexandria,
Egypt, from a native who had found it
In the wul! of a building broken during
k conflagration, wbat appeared to be
a mass of corroded copwr weighing
twenty pounds. It was kept as a
hearth ornament, until recently it was
found to consist of about 5M) Roman
coins, struck In the days of the early
j'aesars. Professor Duunlngton, of tbe
University of Virginia, finds thul the
coins contain one part of silver to
four of copper, but when dipped In
acid a part of the copper disappears,
.leaving a silvery surface, which
"wears" as a white metal. He le
lieves the coins passed for silver. The
mass had become encrusted with a
double skin of malachite and of red
oxide of copper, and remarkable
changes had gone on within, although
the lettering uud the dates remained
l-Sll'le.
GET8 ROYALTY FROM KIPLING.
Bright American Hojr ftuegceted a Be
rle of Stories to bnslieh Author.
Mr. Doubleday, who Is one of the
American publishers of tbe books of
Rudyard Kipling, has a small win who
is bound to make his mark In the busi
ness, world. When In America Mr.
Kipling was a frequent visitor at the
Doubleday home and the small boy's
admiration quickly grew to devotion.
Ho watched with the most fervent In
terest cv-ry step of progress In a b'sik
of Mr. Kipling's ss It went through
Jhe publishing house, and he had n
moment of real ecstacy when he bold
In his baud the first finished volume.
One day he came to bis father with
sn esger, questioning face.
"Pupa." he asked, "don't you believe
Mr. Kipling Is going to write any more
children's stories, something like the
'Jungle Book," you know?"
"Don't know, my son," snswered Mr.
Doubleday, "but I wish be w ould."
"I've been thinking of something,"
said the I toy slowly, "and I've been
writing a letter about It to Mr. Kljv
lint I think he could make great sto
ries out of 'Where tbe Camel Got Ills
Hump' and sbout 'What the Elephant
Puts in His Trunk," don't you?"
"Do you mind If I send blm I ho let
ter r
"Not at all. Mr. Kipling wilt b
dellgbted to hear from you."
"And now, paps. 1 want to make s
business proposition. If Mr. Kipling
should write some of these stoil n I
have asked him to and if you shiu'.d
publish tbim and tbey should sell Ilk
hot cakes, would you be willing to
pay me 1 per cent royslty for thinking
up new plots?"
"I shall be moat bsppy to, my boy."
"And draw up a regular contract in
you do wltb authors?"
"Most certainly.''
"And advance me k ccnu now off
my royalties to mad a latter to Mr.
Kipling?"
Mr. Doubleday gravely laid a nickel
In the boy's hand.
Tbe contract was drawn up that af
ternoon. One month later came a cordial let
ter from the famous author to say tbst
the suggestions were fine, exactly what
he wanted, and that already he wsa
at work on the first story.
Last Christmas Master Doubleday re
ceived his first check, the royalties of
1 per cent on the "Just So Stories. It
amounted to $3tf).
WOMEN OF THE ORIENT.
Tia Fiacc In All the 'Aorld Good a
Cairo to ntady Them.
In no other city of the Orient has
one so good an opportunity to study
the women of the eitst as In Cairo.
In this, the "smelting pot" of the
Moslem races, Persians, Arabs, Turks
and Greeks, together with a halt
do.en other races, dwell side by side,
mixing with tbe native Egyptians.
Women of all these races are on ps
rade every afternoon on the Mousky
or Mohammed All street, the shopping
street for Hip rich resident. All these
women wulk abroad heavily veiled,
each one closely accompanied by a
eunuch. In these afternoon prome
nadesfor shopping Is with them
mainly an excuse for a sort of half-fre'doin-"thcy
show by their eyes,
which are the only parts of their
faces not hidden by their veils, that
thej would not lo averse to a little
flirtation, but the alert, scowling
eunuch keeps them moving on. The
masculine acquaintance of the Mo
hammedan woman of Cairo is limited
to her husband and her attendant eu
nuch. The promenade Is their one glimpse
of fieedom. Otherwise they dream
their lives away In vacuity. None of
them can read. Education Is not per
mitted to eastern women. They have
no part, practically, in the Mohamme
dan religion, which Is a man's faitn.
This Ignorance and vacuity of life be
Icngs to all classes, high and low.
Their life Is an animal one. Under
tin sc. clrcumstnuces. It Is not strange
that the women of the Orient are usu
ally better and finer physical speci
mens than their men. They have noth
ing to do but cultivate their bodies.
The Copts are exceptions. They are
Christians, and. while the men hem
their women slout to an extent un
known in the west, they are still free
h.s eagles as compared to the Mos
lem women. Even among the Copts,
however, there Is a certain amount of
polygamy.
If the life of the aristocratic woman
Is one of vacuity, that of the low
caste woman Is one of absolute slav
ery. They are made burden bearers
from the nge of 10 or 12. They. too.
are fine animals.
I have often watched a group of
these women sitting at rest along the
river banks. There they sat, staring
at nothing and doubtless thinking of
the same thing. As Is usual in
Egypt, the files were thick and ven
omous. I myself had to keep a sitlall
horse hair wisp busy warding then
from my bead and eyes. But there
these women sat with the flies swarm
ing over their eyes, their lips, their
throats, and never so much as lifted a
hi:nd. A cow or horse Would have
bishiHl out vigorously, but they made
no move.
"What Is the use';" that tva their
thought. If they thought of the mat
ter at all "Tbey would only come
lack again."
High and low, rich and ioor. their
lot Is one of legal slavery. Marriage
Is n purchase. The market price of
girls has been fulling steadily, until.
In the lower classes, a girl without ex
ceptional charms Is it drug on the
market. Fifty dollars, or even less,
will purchase u good animal, sound in
wiud and limb. 1 was much amused
by n talk which I held with a young
Arab of fashion, a mini of exceptional
Intelligence. He was iilwiut to I
married. His father hud just bought
him a wife, whom he had seen for
the first time. He was tremendously
elated over the fact that she was a
large, fine specimen of a woman, and
was correspondingly grateful to his
father for the lllH'rallty of the gift.
Farmers and Factories.
Farmers In those districts that bars
extensive manufacturing establish
ments are able to pay double as much
for land as those who live In tbe strict
ly agricultural districts and then real
lie double the profit from the crops
grown. The farmers of New England,
occupying a soli originally thin, in an
uncongenial climate, sre able to pay
higher wages than the farmers of tbe
South, although tbe natural fertility
of the soil and Its capacity for pro
ducing a great variety of crops I not
half as great as It Is In the South and
the staples grown in the South are of
world-wide demand and of paramount
necessity. Southern Form Magazine
A Piccadilly lUtiuke.
Even pickpockets should have clean
hand. One tried to remove tbe valu
ables of a Piccadilly "irreproachable"
us he sauntered to bis club the other
morning.
The irreproachable seized the thief
by tbe wrist, gazed at bis filthy paw.
and flung It from blm wltb disgust,
saying:
"For goodness sake, my good msn,
w n h your band before you put them
In a gentleman's pocket" London Ex
press.
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Patient-Is there any risk.
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