UNAFRAID.
darp la Uie niflit, 1117 brother.
But bright tha com in 15 day.
Aod tie time for dawn nd zunriw
I neter fr away.
I'm watching bere in the mflry
To rstrh the first slad rift
In the Bight clouds hanging orer
Grsy clouds that h-kib thai lift
m S
1 ANDREW HANSEN'S DEBT.
M If "A mavcitv -r.-.-t an
outside office of the Astoria
Crescent Cannery. Ills heavy brows
were drawn over bis grry eyes, and
under an unkempt board bis mouth
worked uneasily. When be finished,
he strode over to the cashier. "You
beat me:' be erlid, thickly. ' By Jee,
you cheat me twenty do'larl"
"Nonsense, Andrew," said the cash
1er; "you're off. Your account Is Jut
eighty three do liars and nix bits duo
you. Not a cent more. Our books
dou't lie."
The fisherman hitched up his trou
sers, aud bis voice fell two notes. "You
heat loft," be muttered, doggedly. "I
bring In two hundred pound more Ash.
ItN liowii iff niy bM.k. See?"
The young fellow who bud charge
of the flub delivery Intoks received gin
gerly the greasy pages thrust In at
him, ami rapidly compared the entries
there with those In bis ledger. Every
now and then be jotted a number 011
a pad of blank paper before blm, ami
when be bad run through all the pages
of the lisli hook be added together bis
Jottings, and looked tip with a weary
Muile. "You're wrong, Andrew," be
said, "(vkj here, where you've gone
off your reckoning. This entry calls
for only twenty pounds of fish, and
you've rend it two hundred. This here
Is forty five pounds of sleelbead. and
you've made It salmon. You better be
careful how on say we cheat you.
You are tr)in.r to do some cheating
yourself with a darned blunt pencil.
'Jake your book mid clear out."
The heavy eyed captain of boat No.
;H."i loosed bis iiiH-Uerchlcf ami pulled
again at bis trousers. "You cheat me!"
he yelled, shrilly. "Ole, he put hint
down that way. Mini I know bow much
lis!) I bring in. I don't charge him in
the book. You cheat me;"
A rough order to clear out was the
only response, ami Andrew blew like
a porpoise. Then his clumsy tongue
gathered articiilateiiess, and he called
down the curse of God upon the As
toria Crescent, with special reference
to tbo while faced cashier and Ole,
the weigher. Ills strident tones re
Rounded In tin? building, and present
ly the manager of the cannery came
from bis private olllee to see what tbo
matter was Andrew turned to blm
with a cry for justice. '
"I'ut your account is all straight,"
Mild the mauager. after a quick glance,
at tile book tin? fisherman held out to
him. "What tlio devil do you mean
by making such a fuss?"
"Hut Ok? make the wrong number,"
Andrew expostulated, "lie put down
twenty pound of fish on your, book
when I have two hundred on mine. He
cheat me!" ' ' ,
"If you make any more bowl," said
tin? manager, roughly, "I'll seize your
bout. You owe us a hundred on last
KOiison."
There was a deep silence, while the
huge fellow shambled back as if to
gather himself for a blow, .. Then In
nouns way he realized hU helplessness
and strove l subdue bis voice. 'It
ain't right,". Iii'dnumbled. T'owe you
noting. ; I pay blm all oopl Ole make
wrong" YniiiilX-r. ' You can't tak.e,. my
bout," . V 1 ' '' ' ,
foH(-4)i)'5lie manager of the cannery
was doubtful of lfis own position,,' or
else Uf.' whs Incited' by a rlfarltable A
thouL'it 'uT Andrew' wffc and small
baby; lie ubV'l n,p)Jdjieeo, from-ills,
pocket; and Quia; tit' At the' Ushprmitn..
"lake till.-?, AikIi'ImV. nml ifoti't let tne
tieftj pny niiu'e i ;of your n'nH!!?e.
'tbrfi'11 !t )nin'J-iiftwf fen doljiir piece,
nmi I'll ht! Vu'l spend it in ft saloon.'
mid (urse'tln are your glass. Now
-cn.r ouV"
v
Hansen hioked at the money in his
illoused palm, ami then at the re
treating form of tin? malinger. "Clear
out!" said Ihe clerk, "or' we'll throw
yoil out, you darti'il beggar!"
.Mrs. Hansen wept when her bus
baud, told her curtly' that Hhe was to
have no new dress. When be refused
to buy a baby carriage for tbo flrst
iKirn, tlre was deep gloom In tbo
little' bouse lucked tip under the bill
above the gas 'works.' Hut Andrew
Hl not ,, explain, though he gazed a
long, time at the, white-haired son,'
w toiM? legs were sure, according to bis
mother, 'to be bent like the staves of
s-fisb barrel did be have no carriage
lt ride In.
Two days later Andrew paid off his
Unit-puller. It took all the money to
Ll credit at the cannery. Then, ho
Mtnt.o it to the, racks on which his
net was bung, and worked there for a
v eel;. Later, he drew bin boat out on
i!if 'beach, nnd acroped and cleaned
Ir-r through without painting a itrake.
I 10111 that time till September lOtb be
at 011 the wabbling wharf over the
1 l and figured In bla sineary Oab
t e,k, and seemed to be nursing Nome
n i t sorrow, ao that bla aequalnt
, nodded tbelr bead, and Mid
u..u miiiiT otbf that Andrew waa ao
Whenever uight tdiadei re deepest
Th-n loudest U lay so ig,
Io the fchadow of the valley
Hope spt-eds my feet aloug.
Aye. deep is the night, my brother,
Hut bright the coming day.
And the time for dawn and sunrise
Is never far away.
-Los Angeles Herald.
ill husband, and was spending bis Rea
son's wages in sullen drinking.
Kut when be quietly put bis net in
No. 345 on the 10th. and started out
"fall flshiug." the nods of bead
changed to open-mouthed astonish
ment For Andrew was forehanded In
bis way, and enjoyed the reputation of
making enough, even in a poor sum
mer, to avoid the necessity for drift
ing for the slimy salmon that enter
the Columbia In the later months.
Instead of six cents, fish now com
manded only one ,eeut at the cannery
scales, and Andrew grew gaunt and
haggard before September was out.
One day he brought in two hundred
and fifty pounds, bis biggest catch.
His balance at the Astoria Crescent
was bettered sosic nine dollars by two
weeks' work. And Andrew had 110
boat puller to share bis prollts, but
toili"d alone, he. and his alarm clock
that warned him to wake and work
when sleep was heavy upon blm.
One Sunday at noon Andrew came
down from the little house under the
bill, shambling sullenly out on the
wharf to where his bout lay nosing a
fender pile. His pipe, was gripped in
his teeth, and he raged that the day
should be so line when be must go out
and spend it in a dirty boat alone,
while his wife sat in white anger at
tils parting silence.
After a slow look over the bay he
jolted down the ladder, pulled his boat
In sharply and dropped on the net
heaped amidships. Then with o,uick
Jerks he stepped the mast, threw oil
the riding line, and with a thrust of
an oar was out In the stream, live
minutes later No. I!l." was speeding
across toward the deep calm in the lee
of the Washington bills. Ilowed In the
stern was Andrew Hansen, clutching
his tiller in one hairy band and hold
ing the sheet in the other. Only once
did he glance back, to see If the fish
warden's launch was still tied up by
her dock. For Sunday, until six
o'clock In the evening, is "closed."
Sunset found blm In low Sand Is
land stowing the last fathoms of bis
reeking net A dozen poor fish alld
back and forth iu the 'wi ll to the tum
ble of the boat. Andrew flung In the
hist armful of net, and stood up to
ease his aching buck. His eye caughi
a solitary pink cloud riding high in
the evening sky. aud tils gaze fuslened
on. It truculently.
Gradually the ocean .wind chilled,
and the dusk came on like puffs of
smoke before It. The crystal of the
lee shores dlmmmcd, and the bar
leaped higher against the Mackemd
embers of the went. The clear gleam
from a lighthouse thresided the twi
light, and No. 3-fo plunged wildly over
gray combers. Still Andrew polsd
bis bulk over the boat, and as the
seas, rising with the tide, tossl It an
grily, his gTlm face hardened. Ilefure
his uiind rose the Image of the man
ager who had cheated him, of the fel
low tlsherfolk who lutd looked at blm
quizzically, or bo.slib?ly, or pityingly.
Ills big fists clenched lieeaiise, were
It not for one thing, he was strong
enough to fi-nd against them all. Thai
one thing had ridden his heart till the
very thought of It made his teeth
fasten In his lips and the blood swell
hia veins to bursting.
With a sudden access of rage, he
pulled out of his Jacket pocket bis fish
hook and held its almost obliterated
pages up before blm. The crabbed
scrawls of many weighers were jum
bled In Its rude 'columns. Hut bate
knew the false tiitries, and his linger.
shriveled by the old brine, shook fls
It traced them out Then the vision
of the little home under the hill, a
pale faced wife, mid a babe Willi tiny
list ", blurred bis sight and effaced tie
sordid characters. And tiien 11 sand
laden win e fell 011 No. M:, and flooded
it, till Andrew- was kii"e deep 111 water.
With a leap lie seized all oar. swung
the Isiat round till it met the next
roller head or. n ml with a few swift
jerks raised tv9 sail. Yhe wind was
getting up 'ii?:t but In pure defiance
he put I:, the spr't, ami. '.H f're No.
315 could yield t.icroiisly I) its pies-'
sure, drove tM l out 'ito the tye of the
gale with aiioi'icr kwi of the oar,
and then fell up 11 -the tiller. The
fish book floater Pi tli! water among
the slimy chums. 1
it was black night, and Andrew sot
lo scanning the l!h,s before running
up the bay. The roar of the surf was
growing shriller and the foam that
blew past blm was aliv not dead
from long drifting. In bis wide sweep
of ithe river's n'oulh he caught fight
of a'tdrnnite l4 ,t rre 1U south end of
the bar. lie looked again and again,
lie forgot bis i.'iitb In this .new iiii,tr
ter, and peered under loot of his
shaking sail, careless of f e fact that
bis boat was half wai Hogged nnd
that his catch was slopping about In
the bottom. Kor Andrew knew that
that glimmer was on another boat, and
from Its position he also knew that
It waa driving Into the terror of all
who use Astoria liay, the c-bopM off
Clatsop Spit.
Tbeu his anger came over him again.
Had it not been for the false entry
In his fish-hook, and the harsh injus
tice of the manager, be would not novr
be out In the night, helplessly watch
ing some unknown fellow struggling
with death. He seemed to catch a
glimpse of a' smart house, with a red
fire in a grate, and the manager of the
Astoria Crescent toasting himself and
talking to his wife. His own clothes
were sour upon him, and the brine
hardening about bis eyes made It tor
ture to look into the wind. Then, with
a defiant curse at the transient vision,
be stooped to bis net, and, raising It
fathoms at an armful, thrust It over
the side. It Is the last sacrifice a Co
lumbia river fisherman makes. But
out In the tossing Burges of the bar he
saw still a wavering light
Unburdened, No. 345 answered her
helm quickly. . With one band on the
tilled Andrew baled In wild haste with
the other, throwing the water to lee
ward and looking to the lashings of
the heavy ballast-bags. Then, when
all was clear as he could make it, be
dexterously undid his cumbersome
jacket and stuffed it under the thwart
Another lull In the wind allowed him
to unlash a second oar, and he, with
this in reserve, settled himself down
stolidly to his task.
The breasts of the fishlHiat threw
the waves aside in blinding spray as
he neared the chops, and when a roar
ing sea swept across the tumbling
raffle Andrew tautened every muscle.
The sea passed In thunder Into the
darkness, whither he dared not look,
and left the sturdy craft still heading
on the starboard tack toward the fee
ble gleam In the . urk ahead. The sail
was wet to ihe top of the mast, and
from the folC where the sprit wrin
kled It :he wind blew the water in
white 1 &n . Then short expanse of
loss troubled sea Intervened, and Han
sen managed by a quick leap and hot
return to thro' the sprit out. He was
just in thne; for a mountain of water
shut out the wind, and, as the boat
fell away, br -ke In boiling foam. Two
minutes later No. 315 was again 011
her course, half filled hard to hold,
and (lipping deeply st every plunge.
If ut the light was close aboard and the
fisherman saw to leeward of him tin
blotted outlines of a small yacht. It
was imiler bare poies, nnd every lurch
sent, the spray soaring toward the
shrilling stats from lis bluff sides.
When he not within a hundred yards
of it Hansen shouted ami lulled. The
gale bore him down on the yacht in
an Instant, and a he was driven past
he saw a man wa hi arm frantical
ly, and then the hgbt went out.
Steadying No. 31A will, one powerful
hand on the tiller, beeping her almost
In the eye of tae wind. Andrew Han
sen waited. Suddenly Ms free nrm
went out am! caught something. A
strong pull, and a white face was lift
ed to the trvii; with a wrench that
started lis Joints, !: dragged a girl
into his bout. SHI! hs waited, edging
tip a little whenvr he saw the
chalice, but stid wat'Jng. An arm was
flung out at b'm truir. a rush of foam,
arid again Andrew snatc hed his prey.
This time it was man, and he fell
beside the girl. "Is that nil?" ellei1
the fisherman over them.
There wus no answer, and again No
.'15 was steadied Into the wind, though
the .streaming waves now carried a
thrill that warned the fisherman that
but little time was left to try the hist
chance. ,
But no other form was seen, and
when a towering wall of spumy water
tossed the c.;pslzed yacht within ten
fathoms of bis boat, Andrew eased the
sheet from about, his leg, and then
started on his way to catch the thread
of the tide. He knew that for three
hours yet It would be flooding In, and
he felt that no mortal hand could save
No. 345, unless he could make 1liis in
streaming current, and there lie to un
til he was beyond the clutch of the de
vouring bar. So Inch by Inch be ate
his way out, rushing his plunging boat
over the smaller waves, and bunging
her llgh.lv on the sheer sti jts of cruin
bling combers only lo flirt her ovel
when 'the cataract fell,
Time and again No. 315 rolled in
helplessness till der skipper could fu
riously clear her of some of the In
pouring water; and he gave little heed
to the man and the girl lying ncro$
his feel, except to avoid thciu US hi
.moved. But his efforts- told, nnd fool
by foot be crept out of the edge of tha
(hops and into the lnore' regiilar wil
derness of the deeper channel. . ,
Once out of the deadly trap whera
every surge carried death, Andrew re
laxed a little and peered down at tha
two people be had saved. When he got
a moment's breathing space he put hl4
hand on the girl and she stirred under
It. The man shuddered to his knees
and threw bis hands out to the. fisher
man. Satisfied, Andrew threw his
weight on the tiller and eased .tbo
sheet slightly. ' Five minutes later they
stemmed the main rush of the tide, and
Andrew' fi'ed 'the Vim's together and
made "them first ' fur "the pivLnter, anil,
tluew Jlliein overside so that No. 345
'rode to Vlinm, shipping no more water
thnn could be baled out. Then Han
sen pulled out bis fbisk and addressed
himself fo his passengers.
It was nearly dawn when Andrew
threw his bout's norfo In by the whnrf
of the 'Astoria Crescent Cannery. Ho
chunbered forward, and groped, for the
ladder. When his hands, grasped It bo
made the boat. fnst,,(uid climbed up to
the roadway. He returned with a lan
tern and set It at the ladder's head.
Then he went down Into the rolling
craft again nnd picked up the girl.
Followed by the man, be bore her up
the ladder and set her down on the
planks. The other stopped In the fee
ble light of the lantern "ml fumbled
In hi sodden clothes. Andrew glam-ed
It him, and awkwardly stooped to
wring the water from the girl's fcklrts.
She shivered, and laid her cold bands
on bis, ai sjoke to biui through her
chattering teeth. He replied with a
gesture, and picked up the lantern. Its
pale rays fell on the face of the man
ager of the cannery, who was dragging
out his purse.
"You've wived our lives," said the
manager, hoarsely. "If I can ever do
anything for you, say it Take this
now."
Andrew thrust bis hand into the
bosom of his shirt and pulled out a
handkerchief. He unknotted it and
there rolled Into his palm a coin, glit
tering moistly. With a Jerk he dropped
it into the manager's band, and strode
to the ladder, taking no notice of the
purse held out
"But where are you going?" asked
the other, shivering with the chilL
"What's this for? Ain't you going
to?"
Andrew halted on the ladder, with
his grim face at the level of the
planks. "You cheat me"' he said,
uarhiy. "Y'ou make wrong number,
iy Jee!"
The manager stumbled hastily for
ward. His foot struck the lantern and
knocked it overboard. As its glimmer
vanished iu the black water be called,
shrilly: "Where are you going? Come
tack and let me pay you!"
There was no response. But In the
.'aint light No. 345 put out into the
-haiinel agaiu. Andrew was going to
retrieve his net if haply he might find
if, aud as he settled down in his reek
ing clothes he glanced up to the little
'.muse tucked under the bill above the
gas works, and smiled. He was think
ing of his honor, now unstained. San
Francisco Argonaut.
BARBARIANS AT PLAY.
Mies Kditb m Horrified Till I-he
Learned the Truth.
The sun glared fiercely on the oily
pools of water standing iu the street as
Miss llditb stepped from the entrance
of the tenement house. Half overcome
by the reeking odors of the place she
had just left, she leaned against the
aiea railing, oblhious of the chatter
lug,' shrieking group of small children
'.'laying iu the gutter across the street.
1'resciitly their shrill shouts attract
ed her at U.'itinu, and she watched them
intently, 'i'hey seemed to be playing
some game. On the top of a wooden
garbage box, standing at the curb line,
sat n wee and dirty-faced boy, attired
iu a pink undershirt, a blue calico shirt
and a vest of bis father's, at least
twenty sizes too large for his gaunt
little shoulders. All about him in the
gutter were gathered a dozen or more
little girls. Each of them was armed
with some instrument of torture. A
majority carried pins and needles, one
or two hairpins, and the leader and
largest, a long hatpin. They were "tak
ing turns" sticking their respective
weapons into the tender leg of the
baby on the garbage can.
"The little fiends!" said Miss Edith
aloud, and rushed across the street to
stop the torture. As she came near
she beard the girl with the hatpin'cry
out: "I went in do furderist dat
time."
inn wicked, wicked children!"
cried Miss Edith, "what do you mean
ty abusing that poor little child?"
The "poor little child" on top of the
ir.rbage box looked up at Miss Edith
mil grinned complacently through his
dirt. The rest giggled aggressively.
"Don't you know you might lame
blm for life?" she demanded.
"Aw, go-an," Raid the girl with the
hatpin, finally. "It don't hurt him
none. He's got a plnsker cask on his
leg see?" Chicago Tribune.
S.or cs of Imicoln.
Among the accepted anecdotes of
Lincoln, some are perennially welcome,
because they are characteristic of the
man as trad. lion paints him. One day,
we are told. In William K. Curtis' new
biography, a merchant visited the
White House and sent up his card
imon'g a quantity of others from enger
allice-sec kers. Under his name he had
written, "Holds no office, and wants
iuite."
"Show him up," commanded Mr. Lin
coln at once, "He's n curiosity."
The merchant passed the long line of
o ppliants, and had a delightful talk
ith the most harassed man In the
' x.untry.
' Although Lincoln was the quaintest
f men, leady to put even serious facts
in li;ht, and picturesque language,
I' " lie, the "time for swords" Came ho
w s reafly.
In an exigency, Secretary Stanton re
f c.sel to carry mil an -order 1 if 'the
I'lesident In regard to the enlistment
"'. Confederate prisoners who wished
lo enter the Uiyou services., ,'J'he order
.? as repeated, oiily td lie a second time
denied. Then followed a talk about it.
"Now, Mr. I'residi'iiJ," fjilid .Stanton,
"those are the facts. ; '011 must see
that your orders cannot .be. executed."
"Now, .Mr. Secretary," said Lincoln,
quietly, "I -reckon you.il, (nve to exe-
cute the order." .' -. . , (
"Mr. l'resiiiont," Raid '".Stanton, , "1
cannot do It." lt ' ,
Lincoln fixed his eyes upon the other
muti;, and sid,,in it voice the llrniiies
.if which admitted no appeitl:
"Mr. Secretary, It will, buyo to be
:olie. ''.' .'.?.
. ,
' ; Uul ih linpoi-l'ecllonn.
Cburi llqw. w ell you looked vfit "Die
alicy ball.' ' ' ' "' ' "'
'Mw.d--Tlilnk. so?,n ,', ,', ;
' (Una Oh, yes. You liad on such
bee ming musk. Tdwii Tuples.
The Ohio town that has the fewest
doctors also has the smallest death
,11 to. and the natives are trying to fig
ure out which la the cause and which
1 ho effect
ALL rtlGHT IN A COFFIN.
1 It Happened in kimu to On Irid
J J. UuhrrlM.
1 A career that among its Incident
comprises whale catching 'in W abn
aud sleeping iu a ojllin In Kansas at
bant has the merit of variety, and
the.se are two of the variations in the
life of David J. Bobens, foreman of
the first division of the Government
1'rinting office, a man who has run the
gamut of the usual experiences of a
"ti.rist" printer In the days before the
llergentbaler machine revolutionized
the usages of the craft
"The picturesque and ancient town
of Carnarvon, Wales," said Mr. Rob
erts, "Is ou the Menal Straits, and was
the scene of gieat excitement one day
in 1878 while I was there dJng the
'peripatetic act." When the tide came
In the water was very deep in the
straits, and a school of whales had
floated into the narrow channel with
the tide. As thtse were very valuable
it was In the interest of the towns
people to prevent their escape; -m ev
ery one turned out to help. All he
boats available were drawD across the
entrance to the t-traits. and each boat
was apparently h aded with a crowd
of maniacs, for guns, pistols, tin pans,
aud shouting were ihe means employ
ed to drive the huge animals up the
channel and to keep them there until
low tide should prevent their escape.
The efforts were successful in regard
to three of the monsters, which were
driven ashore, and with much diffi
culty killed. Then came ray part In
this stirring adventure. I had been In
one of the foremost bnats when at
last the whales were driven high upon
the beach and was much interested In
their killing so much so that, ap
proaching too cloc, one of the beasts,
In its last struggles, struck me a glanc
ing blow on the leg with its tail,
throwing me about twelve feet. I
awoke In the bi.spltal, where I remain
ed for weeks. My only souvenir of
the clay's fun Is a bad scar on my leg,
which I shall carry to my grave . '
"The winter of 18S0," continued Mr.
IJolerts, who was In a reminiscent
mood "was a very severe one in Kan
sas, as I have reason to remember.
I was publishing a weekly paper at
Americus, a town of 500 Inhabitants.
My office was In a room about 100
feet deep. Of this I occupied about
forty feet, the balance being filled with
the surplus stock of a merchant next
door, and this surplus was coffins. At
first they were raiher grewsome to
look at, but I soon grew accustomed to
their presence oen familiar with
them, as you shall learn. The ronm
was heated by a good stove at my end
of the building, but as the chimney
was at the extreme other end of It
necessitated the use of a very long
stovepipe that ran back over the piled
up caskets. One bitter cold night I
sought my bed at the hobl and tried
to sleep, but it was too cold. 1 got
up, dressed, nnd with all the blank
ets around me I made another attempt,
but In vain. I felt myself slowly
turning Into an elongated Icicle. So,
in despair, I went across the square to
the office, intending to start a good
fire and at least keep warm. Stuffing
the stove full of corn bundles I soon
had a roaring fire and drew up my
chair to enjoy It. But. oh, how I did
want to sleep! I nodded, awoke with
a start, and nodded again. Then I
noticed bow hot the stovepipe had
grown the coffins must be warm, too.
In another minute I had climbed to
one of those directly under the pipe,
pulled off the lid. slipped In, and found
solid comfort. The question of a cold
bed or bed room troubled me no more
that winter, nor morbid thoughts of a
last resting place, el. her." Washing
ton Post.
Ghost Was a Shrewil One.
A resident of Philadelphia who was
not In the least superstitious recently
exorcised a "ghost" in very effective
fashion. He is Mr. Edmunds, presi
dent of the board of education. The
property in question consisted 0 a
good-sized lot with a substantial house
upon it in a good slate of repair. Al
though the residence seemed a desir
able one, its owner could not keep a
tenant in it. The only man who could
be persuaded to remain on the prem
ises was a caretaker, who did not fear
ghosts. For the house was "haunted."
Mr. Edmunds does not believe in
ghosts- any more than the caretaker
did. He bought the house, paying
ifil.OOO for it, and then laid his plans
for laying the ghost. After weeks of
patient watching the ghost was cap
tured. It was the caretaker, who, by
giving the bouse a IkiiI name, had se
cured ;t liitblMtioti free for a cniipls
of yeaVs. The house has a tenant
now.
(Joel tie H Terror. ' '
It was only after years nnd years of
effort that Goethe could overcome an
ill-defined, superstitions dread. Lilie
many children with a poetical tcmiie:.a
ment, he was sensitive and suffer' d
from childish terrors. To. overeoins
this his somewhat. stern nnd opinion
ated father used to compel him to sleep
alone, aiid when the lad stole. away
from his own bed to that of his Urotfi
ers, would chase him back disguised
as a fantastic hobgoblin.
-. . llotween the Lines.
Slier The papex says 'ids method of
vecclylng Ills' guests was quite, uncon
ventional."''' 1 wonder what that
means. . , , '
1 re -It means siinply that he-Is bioK
Islviiql'-.lm.K dJenty of ; money" t'WUt.
dolphh Press.V ' .. ' ' ,,' ,
Man proposes and woman accepts
and In after years they wonder how
the fool killer happened to overlook
them.
A woman has more faith In some
patent medicine than she baa In her
husband.
PiaffinA
Ca"i I
Some remarkable photographs of
landscapes have been exhibited to the
Vienna 1'hotographic Society. These
pictures were taken with the new light
filter of Herr Eder, and they shp.w J.he
objects as Illuminated by invisible
ultra-violet rays. The filter combine
cobalt glass with nitroso-dimethylani-lin,
a yellow dye that absorbs all vis
ible rays but transmits the whole of
the ultra-violet.
The lines of the French Cable Com
pany between Guadeloupe and Mar
tinique having been broken for more
than a year, the wireless telegraph-system
has been put In operation between
these Islands, and recently it waa
thrown open to the public. Our Con
sul In Guadeloupe reports that the
service is satisfactory, and that on the
average sixty messages a day are
transmitted each way. There are oc
casional interruptions, ascrllied to
weather conditions, but these are not
frequent.
Under an English patent a manu
factory near Stettin, Germany,' Is turn
ing out skein silk made .from wood
pulp. It is said that no special kind
of wood is needed to furnish the pulp.
The latter, after undergoing a chem
ical treatment, is driven by hydraulic
pressure through very Cue lubes. The
strands thus oimed are, tcparati-Iy,
hardly perceptible to the eye.- Eight
een of them twisted together make a
thread of silk. T.'-ls silt is very soft,
aud of a cream color. It is not as
strong as genuine silk, but there Is
said to be a Vrge Jer.iand for It in
Stettin.
Tlu Jenner Institute of Preventive
Medtdnc has recently opened an ex
tensive ct of .buildings, comprising
laboratories a..? g.aMes. ou the summit
of a swill iidl at Quoensl.erry Lodge
in Herts. The i-'k to be carried ou
consists largely n the preparation aud
testing of artiicxin' to be employed
for the trea'- cut of diphtheria, te
tanm and other diseases. The labora
tories hi-ve been arranged upon the
plan of providing separate buildings
and isolated r.-,r. s for the handling of
different kinds 0 serums, thus avoid
ing the lisk of .onlaniinp.ti.m. The
rooms have pipyrolilh Coo.- i, with
rounded corners, w hite glaieJ adamant
wails with dadoes of hite tries, 'and
nn abundance of v indow jpace.
The best dry! g oil, stated by tha
French Consul at Canton, to enter in
to Chinese lacquer is pressed from the
fruit of the oil-tree (lTaeococca ver
nieia, cordata or verucosa), which
grows in China, Southern Japan and
Cochin China. The fruit yields about
40 per cent of oil. This has a density
of 0.1)40, is golden yellow in color, rap-i
idly hardens through absorbing oxy-i
gen, and has some curious properties,
such as that of hardening when heated,
to 200 degrees C, and of losing this
property w hen kept for a time at 180
degrees. , The oil ser-" in varnishes
and for waterproofing fpbrics. It is
gradually becoming -better known, but,
although introduced luto Europe about
forty years ago, Its export to Germany,
America and England in 181)7 had
reached only seventy tons out of a to
tal production of 2,800 tons. Its light
color gives it an important advantage
over lluseed oil.
The Sea of Sahara.
French engineers have declared It '
is perfectly feasible t6-convert the
Desert of .Sahara into a vast lake, tbu
opening to commerce great regions of '
the interior of Africa which can now
only be reached "by long, tedious and-'
uangerous caravan journeys. They
say tnat a large portion of the desert '
lias below the level of the Atlantic,
and that by digging a canal to let in
the waters .-of the .ocaa..the . great.
cuuogu icoiut ou eiiTCncN) eajiiiy, ana , ax
a cost which would t Vvjiail compared
to the benefits u-b .uld accrue. ,
If the whole (letwi.lv) below ihe'
level of the Atlantic, the flooding of
it would create m ure than four
times as big as thv WeclierraneaA;
but, as tiie S.ahaS composed of eTe-1"
vated plateaux, mountain ranges attSf '
depressions, only a part would be' coV- '
i.m.1 n-lll ,-n'(,T. -t,X rf'n ,','
the ocean werQ' lct'; "fn, anil the' new '
sea thus formed would be rn irregular
body of .water, probably of about the
same size ns the Mediterranean., Great
commercial cities would at once spring
tip on lis shores, and. trade and civili
zation strike at once to the' heart of
Africa.' The Sea of SiUinra.'may never
become a reality, but, In any event,
it is a gigantic ,hqd pleasant .dream,
London Answers. ' . ,
Valuable Snakes.
"Many men halve fads," wild Mark
Twain, the other day. "Some collect
one tiling aud sonic another. Aluong
the most curjous fs that 'of a man neat
my stiinmer home at' EH mi raj who' has
a collection of snakes, I'hey arc; of
many varieties. The man Who has
thorn thinks a great dertl of them, and,
in fact, would not take anything for
them. The oilier diiy, however, his
physlvlan told Mm that If he did not
take something for them ho would
die." ' -
, ;V J " Miido W r It Then.- .
,','jlpw did . you fllscovcf .iiiat Vail
Major' Ws one Of th'6 bobreakfas't ad-voca-?-
;.,..-....'...'......t'v
"I Invited him out to lunch with me."
Cincinnati Times-Star.
An Ohio physician recently tumbled
Into a well and was drowned. II
should have attended the sick and 1st
the wall alone.
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