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f CHAPTER VII.—(Continued.)
"So far, mo good!" ho muttered. He
turned round to take another cau
tious survey of the room, and then
hurriedly tore off the sheet of blot
ting paper. "With my heartfelt apolo
gies to Mr. Gilllbrand!" he added, ns
he carefully secured it between the
pages of his pocketbook. “If this is
to he of llie slightest use to me, how
ever, uiy greatest difficulty will be in
discovering if it is genuine or not. Is
it possible that Miss Luttrell herself
has been in here writing, or can it
be that somebody else has been sim
ply directing an envelope to her? That
1h tlie question; and, considering that
1 am at present hopelessly in the dark
even as to the hand Mis3 Luttrell
writes, I hardly see how this blotting
paper affair is to benefit me In any
way, unless—” Here the Major broke
off somewhat abruptly, and, walking to
the window, gazed out dubiously
through the blurred panes. “Nonsense,
though! I will manage it somehow!"
he exclaimed after a moment’s reflec
tion. “lly the aid of a little diplo
macy and a plan which I believe I
an carry out, the rest should be easy,
and, without raising the suspicions of
either Miss Luttrell or anybody else,
1 should gain for myself some knowl
edge of considerable value. All thp
same, if I intend to go seriously to
work, the sooner 1 make a beginning
the better; and, as in this ease the
beginning means a walk to the town
in the pouring rain. I may as well
start at once, without putting off the
evil moment any longer. Ah—it Is n
curious affair”—lie gave a significant
shrug of his shoulders—“and to think
that, of all people in the world, that
girl should be the victim!”
Two minutes later the Major, with
his hat drawn well over his eyes and
I of their lives. With some it takes the
! form of collecting all kinds of stamps,
erests, and epigraphs, whilst with me”
—he spoke In a somewhat apologetic
tone—"the mania is for keeping a rec
ord of the birtinlays of my frienda,”
"The birthdays of your friends!"
echoed Evelyn.
"It is a peculiar taste no doubt, Miss
Luttrell; but still I must acknowledge
it; and, if you will condescend to add
your name to my list of signatures. I
shall esteem it the highest of compli
ments."
"But.” commented Evelyn, "how
very odd! I)o you know, I always
thought before that tlie host of birth
day books which nre constantly being
published were used principally by girls
at school and certain individuals whose
whole existence is one perpetual remin
iscence of pressed flowers, faded rib
bons, and sentimental odes.”
"Oh, yes—I know the persons ex
actly! Your description is most graph
ic!"—and the Major laughed heartily.
“But, as l never wrote an ode in my
life, pressed even a leaf, or have such
a thing as a ribbon—faded or other
wise—in my possession, there must,
at ail events, be one exception to the
rule.”
"Well, certainly. Still I was just
thinking” — contemplating Major
Brown with an expression of decided
gravity—“that you are the very last
person in the world I should have
believed would trouble with anything
so trifling as a birthday book.”
Again he laughed—an apparently
careless laugh—as he made a futile
attempt to balance a paper knife on
the edge of the table, but this time
his laugh rather lacked its hitherto
cheerful ring.
"Anyhow. Miss Luttrell, you are not
geing to refuse? Tell me—what are
n
V • i '
ANYHOW, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO REFUSE.
the collar of his mackintosh turned up
closely round his throat, set out at a
swinging pace upon his unpleasant ex
pedition.
CHAPTER VIII.
Notwithstanding that the rain nev
er ceased during the Major's walk into
Haltrlifte mid back, and that he re
turned with his gaiters splashed to
his knees and with the water run
ning In a thin b it steady stream from
I he brim of his bat, fortune certainly
fuvorod hint that nfternoon. In other
circumstances he might have waited
In vain for hours, but, as it happened,
be had scarcely returned to the library
and taken up his position before the
tire more than a couple of minutes. [
when the door opened and Evelyn
I.ultra)! entered the room.
"Oh. pie iso do not move!” she ex- 1
claimed, aa the Major pushed back bis
chair and, gltu • lug round to discov
er wlu» the Intruder might be, imme
diately marled to hi* f*»«», •'! l-ave
only come fur n book which my aunt
wanted, so do not let ui» disturb
you."
"Oh. do not mention Mich a thing'
Perhaps I ran help you to find the
book for lauty Howard ”
“Wall, most likely you ran." was the
reply, accompanied by a bewitching
■lu I to "It is a thick green Ah, Hat
It iha one! Thanh yon very much"
idle torohe off as the Major handed
her the rather ponderous looking vol
ume “Aunt I.vdlt will have pl<ntv
to wrupt her for the rest of the day
If she read* th l! '“ixh
"Yea. from its appearance I should
aay that use wet «lav would he Hard
b enough She will need |*« *u ihcs
more of the same atatop Hut 1 ant
Just Won ’ Write* “ he pnsreeled, regard
tp^ her with a slight atr *»f perpi*,.
He “whether you happen to he In a
pmrtkutarly nelghhorty frame of nM
this afterncscn The fi t is Hi mu
know Miss l.attreii I hove father a
trange fa m y at hnii It Is aot n
ac ilyelraage f<* <en* .f |. *..pie ho»s
sued fwac ic at uae period or toother
the day and month of your birth?”
"The day and month?" repeated
Evelyn, raising her eyebrows. "Oh. the !
ljth of August! I suppose you do not
Insist upon the year us well!”
"No—I do not insist; but anybody
who is particularly anxious to give it
is quite at liberty to do so. There.
Miss Luttrell— the 15th of August!"
lie had pulled out of his pocket a
small rather fantastically bound book,
and. opening it at a certain page, ho ;
now laid it down before her. "There
b a verse of poetry for you, and a !
line or Shakoepoare; but whether eith
er the poetry or the Shakespearean line
Is in the least appropriate 1 do not
know."
"But how strange- nobody else has
written on this page at all! Am 1 to
have it quite to myself?"
"Yes it seems as If you are to reign
supreme It Is all the better, though
tor, with five lines at your disposal" j
and the Major glanced at her »t«nl- I
t'1 unity—"you cun add ns many par 1
titulars as you like. Want of s|uire
cannot be mude ;m excuse for omit
ting *li« all-important yeer."
"Well, at any rate, let me have it
good pen!" She dr w the Ink stand
| towards her. took up a quill, and In
I ttear legible character* wrote "Kve- j
I l) t» l\ I.Uttrell " "There. Major
Major Itrown will that satisfy yon?" j
j - bathing up. to find the Major, who 1
had tome close to h**r sole, staring
town «t her signature most altratitc
i ty.
Her words sented to rerail bint to!
himself.
"Thanh you I cannot tell you how '
much obliged I ant You bate Um,.
| me a great service. \IWa l...ttieii "
‘No, indeed I have ilns* not hi ng | 1
cat tt->!*. -I that you should c«r« { ,( >
j my tlrwiurs at all It It hats ywo
a grew! Mtio name* down* M,y j
| Us.k Ihto-igh the bunk*"
"4'ertatwlv, if you >ate to do s<>
( only—"
■ Why «tl*l He sudd* sh hmisi ’ K'»
lya. who bad turned over a couple of
' issges an t w tv nut'emp' iling In ut
vtotu astonishment the blankness ©i
their condition, instantly dropped hei
pen and glanced quickly from the
leaven before her to the Major, wb«
stood watching her movements, with
the color mounting slowly but surely
to hla very brow.
"This is a new book,” she announc
ed In a rather ominous tone. "It la
uot only the 15th of August which la
empty—overy page Is the name!"
“Yes. of course—did I not explain?"
The Major's face was steadily averted
from the Inquiring gaze of Evelyn's
blue eyes. "Vou see, boolta of this
Uin^ do get Qlled up lu time. When
{here are only five lines to each datel
they are gone directly—the result of
which Is that a new book has to oe
immediately supplied,"
Evelyn looked slightly incredulous.
"What a number of friends you must
have!”
1 no Major gave an expressive shrug
of his shoulders.
“Yes; when one comes to count them
by the lines in a birthday book, it is
really astonishing how many one
seems to have. However, Miss Lut*
trell, as you have been the first to
enter your name in this ono"—he
turned to her with a sruilo—"for the
future I shall reserve it only for ray
most particular friends, and label it
‘Special!’ ”
"So you do not mix up all your
friends indiscriminately—you have dif
ferent grades of birthday books?”
Kvelyn clasped her hands behind her
head and laughed amusedly at the bare
idea. “A book for the people you like,
a book for the people you dislike, and
another for those you simply toler
ate!"
"Ye3—that Is my method,” replied
the Major, really accepting the sug
gestion. "As It happens, though, you
see you did not come exactly under one
of my three headings; therefore I hud
to start a new book eatirely on your
account.”
"It was very kind of you, 1 am
sure; but how will you manage in the
future? If you now have four Instead
of three books, you will have to di
vide your friends quite differently.”
“Well, it would seem so, certain
ly.” The Major possibly detected the
touch of cynicism underlying Evelyn's
words. "I believe I shall have a diffi
culty in finding any one else to place
under this new heading. The book
lias been begun with your name, but
there, I am pretty well sure, it will
have to end. Miss Luttrell, please dc
not go! 1 know you think I am stark
staring mad, and in the circumstance*
you may be excused if you do; but,
believe me, I was never more sane in
my life.”
Evelyn, however, had pushed hack
her chair, and at the sound of steps
in the corridor had risen somewhat
hastily to her feet.
"Oh, no—I do not think you are
mad! It Is not that at all,” she re
turned, putting the writing paper to
gether and closing the blotting book
with an unusually calm air, though
his words, spoken so earnestly, so
much more earnestly than the occa
sion or subject seemed to demand, had
sent ail the hot color rushing to her
cheeks, "it Is Aunt Lydia's book
which is troubling me; she will be
in despair. But here comes Mr. Falk
land! Ask him to write his name
in that wonderful birthday book ol
yours; only remember, whatever you
do”—In a tragic aside—“insist upon
the year!” And, with a parting nod,
Mi„s Luttrell turned and fled.
(To be continued.)
CONDITIONS IN ALGERIA.
This Idea of Anatnilltttin? the Native la
Abfturd.
The present constitution, based on j
assimilation of Algeria to France, was !
framed with the chimerical idea that ;
the native element would shrink and |
the French increase, says the National
Review. The contrary has happened.
The Mohammedans increased between
18.76 and 1870 by 15">,000; between 1870
and 1896 hy 1,300,000. During the for
mer period famine and typhus and the
insurrection of 1871 kept down their
numbers; also the oriental dread Of
being counted led to some falsification
of the records. The idea of assimilat
ing the native is absurd. Mixed mar
riages between them and Christians
are practically unheard of, and they
do not take up French citizenship, pre
ferring to live tinder their own law.
Nor do they aspire to be represented
directly in the French chamber, und
.my idea of the sort Is as extravagant
is that of directly representing Hin
doos at Westminster. Machinery
mu-t, however, be provided by which
i the natives may make themselves felt,
and secure respect for their Interest
in the local count lln. The result of the
laws ill forte during the Ian twenty
j or thirty years, whether laws of prop
! city, Justice oi taxation, has been the
impoverishment ami di >.ohrageninnt of
I the Arab- Vet Algeiia will never be
I piioperuus till they me ri> h, nor »•
j cure till they a * ruu*ent*d. in par
I ticiii.tr, the Its a I functionaries should
[ t<e able Ut talk ihe)t language, ga our
| civil servants sre rt«rilret| to do in
India When at HUDs, the chief ten
I ter of the Fonstaatine Mnharn Slid
| Mainly au Arab city, 1 . >< t rhtined that
in the I. al pc-t office there was not a
finale «l* t v* ho undr rsiooil Arabic,
1 ut | on OB' m anion | wa< able in)seif
1 to explain to one of them shat an old
' tfrtlh uiatlng tftrih w an(e,| him to d<s
*i iiit.cly . on- o if i. legraph
j lux a •• milt iit'-e of >i ftiitra t>r no It
I hi, sen in vlti'it hmh ignorance in
the thief putuMri of the U.thara of
th« fanr'tay* of tit. |w«g|e it In-1
• txtaMr,
■tMitteuMi imtpfffll,
le»W I till | lit* !« < *t-ilti! 11) V |
with lo betpi. tth a th i*and dollar
sat. n to you; <u* |iyin( Man (fee
bit i No. no' In Hi) f ' Bd fw for
n « >n| upon nt) ton' - J,.nitre'
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THE MATCHMAKERS.
"Let's get Peter to take her.”
Clem jumped from bis chair am
(lapped Tom roundly on the shoulder
so elated was he over his bright idea
then both young men laughed heartilj
and wondered that they had not soonei
thought of so easy a way out of theii
dilemma.
It was a difficult situation. Tht
young men hud hotly resented a scold
ing over some boyish escapade frorr
j their "specials," Tom's cousin Lottie
! and Clem's sister Mary. The girls
! vowed never to speuk fo them again
j and by finding it convenient to visit
j much away from home, and eschewing
I evening church and festivities had
managed to adhere to their resolution.
Iu the meantime the Kings had
moved into the place, and just to show
the girls that they were not the only
ones In town, both young men had
taken to calling on Kittle. She waa a
lively, pretty girl, and It was a pleas
ant plaeo to visit, and so It had gone
on until they had established quite an
intimacy, and without either actually
inviting her, they had committed
themselves to taking her to the ap
proaching county fair, by talking to
her of getting up a party, in which
she was included, to go in a large
wagon. Then came the reconciliation
and now they wanted to go us usual
in their buggies with Maine and Lot
tie, and they had to face the problem
of what to do about Kittle.
"I suppose you'll tell Pete and get
him to tuke Kittle off our hands,” said
Tom.
“Well, maybe that would do, and
then again maybe it wouldn’t," said
Clem, scornfully. *Tm not anxious for
any one to know I've made a goose of
myself or the girl either for that mat
ter."
“How are you going to manage,
then 7”
"Introduce him and get him Inter
ested and make him think he thought
of it himself.”
"I promised Marne I'd never go there
again,” said Tom, ruefully.
"I know you did,” was Clem’s re
ply; “she told me and I gave her a
talking to and told her it wouldn't do.
We can't drop Kittie like a hot potato
after all the good times we’ve had
down there, just because they have
chosen to make up. It's their fault we
went there in the first place, and
since we did, we intended to treat her
decently and get her acquainted with
the young folks round here, and I
added that the nicer the girls were to
her, the less nice we’d have to be.
That settled it. We're all going down
there some night soon and after that
Mame is to ask Kittie to spend the
evening at our house. We'll have to
get Pete round then.”
They met Peter that afternoon, and
Clem took the opportunity to talk
much of Kittie and the good times they
had with her. "And that reminds me,”
he said, carelessly, "she thinks you’re
very handsome.” Clem did not think
I’LL GET AHEAD OF IIIM THIS
TIME.
it necessary to add that he had asked
the question, and Kittle had merely re
plied: "Yes, but I like a man with
more animation." He repeated the bit
of flattery with such assurance of
truth that Peter said with a bashful
laugh: "Miss King is eertainly a per
ron of excellent taste."
"You can see he’s pleased," said
Clem when Peter bad Rone, "a fellow’s
bound to be interested in a girl who
thinks he's haudsome. Let him think
of that awhile and he'll be ready for
the Introduction.”
Two weeks passed before Kittle’s
visit to the Norton's could be arranged.
"Tom and Lottie are to be there,
too,” *ald Marne.
"And I'm going to ask Pete laiyton,"
put In Clem; he hasn’t been to see us
In a long time.”
"Who is he?" inquired Kittle,
"Why. that dark fellow who sing*
tenor in the choir, the one yon thought
locked too quiet, tkplalnol Chon. "I
thing he'd like to meet you. Miss Kit
I tie; he was speaking of you the other
day and said you were a girl of escel
, lent tact**.”
Kiltie w as not a whit more sus. eptl
' Me to flattery than most girts, but she
• ni l not h-lp retnemb -ring the re
mark and trying to live up to Peter’s
good opinion by appearing her pret
tiest the night she was to nt-et hint at
Norton’s.
They spent a very pleasant evening
and Clem managed, with careful tael,
to hold Kittle and !Vt<-r up to eat h
other's admlrsHon without seeming tu
do •** tie talked inu< h with Kittle,
drawing forth tk» girl's sprightllest
sallies making Peter wish that b«
could make her laugh a»>l chat like
that, and k* asked for 1‘eter's sweet
m| solos, and kept tits <>»«»*ersation on
toples upon wkttk tb< young man
tratld talk best.
It was peter who Me Kittle home
"My horse la all lead) " he urged
’and riding will W pi-vaanter than
walking, even if It u but t short die
*
They were evidently Interested It
•s- k oik -f but to Clem « dtemay there
III H'W I likely to CM I Peter’S lank
fulness had got the belter of hint ti
he had not ventured to talk with her
since. It had been left to Clem or Tom
to see her home from church, and as
she was usually with Maine or Lottie
It was easy for them to walk In that
direction, thus politely escorting her
without special attention from either
young man.
Clem was thinking it over moodily
one Sunday afternoon while Manie sat
writing at the table.
“Here, Clem," Bhe said, handing him
an envelope, "this is for Kittle. If
you'll pu.. it in your pocket now we'll
be sure to take it with us tonight."
Clem did as requested, but a half
hour later, when lie saw Peter driv
ing past, it flashed upon him that here
was an excellent opportunity to make
that young man call on Kittic, and
rushing out he hailed him.
Peter was going home, but would
call on the way at Miss King's and
leave tile letter to oblige Clem. He
looked at It wonderingly as he drove
on.
Must have something mighty im
portant to say,” he thought. "Haw her
this morning, and expects to see her
again tonight, but has to write a letter
in the meantime and send it by an
other fellow. What's he up to, any
way? One girl doesn't seem to be
enough for him. He doesn’t give any
one else a chance to talk to either
Lottie or Miss King.”
"Oreat Scott!" he exclaimed, aloud,
as a new Idea came to him. "I'll get
ahead of him this time. I’ll speak for
myself before I hand in his letter. It’s
fair enough. How did ho know but I
was going right there? Perhaps that's
what hurried him so."
Peter never doubted that he was
carrying an invitation from Clem for
the pleasure of Miss King’s company
home from church that evening, and
Kittle made no explanation, supposing
that Peter knew the contents of the en
velope and was on his way to her when
Clem met him.
Clem and Tom chuckled with glee to
see Kutie and Peter appear at church
together, but would ne ask her to the
fair, now only a few days off? That
was still undecided, and the boys
drove down to Peter’s the next even
ing, determined, if possible, to find
out.
"See here, Pete," said Clem, "what
do you say to joining teams and get
ting up a load of young folks to go to
the fair?"
Peter looked surprised. ‘‘Thought
you two were so dreadfully fond of go
ing in buggies,” he said, suspiciously.
"Well, buggies are nicer for some
reasons," admitted Tom, “but we can't
be so unsociable always. Clem will
have his team, and with my horse and
yours we could take a jolly party.”
"We thought it would be pleasanter
for fellows like you with no special
girl to take," hazarded Clem.
Peter coughed significantly. He re
membered a special girl he had taken
the night before. “Well, I don't
know,” he said, slowly; "it’s a big pull
with a heavy wagon. Whom are you
going to ask?”
“Oh, our set, you know, and Miss
King-”
Now Peter thought he understood.
The boys were anxious to have Miss
King go with them, and his horse was
being invited to help it along. Clem’s 4
reference to fellows with no special
girls to take rankled and he grew mo
mentarily more anxious to prevent
them taking the girl, yet he dared not
refuse outright, for if Kittie had al
ready promise^ them he would wish to
make one of the party.
‘‘Let us know first thing in the morn
ing, old fellow," said Clem, and they
drove off, leaving Peter to do just as
they hoped and expected he would,
make a hasty toilet and call on Miss
King.
He gave his refusal to the boys in
the morning with the air of a man who
had come out ahead.
Even after the fair it was fun to urge
Peter along, and so they kept it up,
talking continually in praise of Kit
tie, and by way of hints taking him
into their eontidence about little at
tentions they intended to bestow on
Mame and Lottie, suggestions that the
young man was not slow in acting
upon. They even included him and
Kittle in the special good times which
they were clever in planning and car
rying out. and of which Peter would
never have thought, and before they
realized it he was madly in love.
Wiien the affair had reached that
crisis it was simply their duty, so Clem
said, to see that it came out all right;
so gently, tactfully, the urging went
on, and by the next fair Peter and Miss
King were engaged. "He came to tell
me ihe day was set.” Clern reported,
‘‘and he wonders if you und 1 will
assist at Ills marriage.”
"Will we? Well. | should say ao." 1
said T t. "We haven't assisted all
along to go back on him now. We ll
be there, swallow-tail., ami all."
And they were.
Th* I'rtui* Xlu.Ulvr VV >01.
A former governor of the Au.ir^nan
rutenlea telta of u t tirfcnia rU'in «
h" oner hail with 4 long lieadeil prime
nun later. The latter brought In 4 ear
tain ineaaure, <al< ulatt-d to make |tto
government popular with the worhing
< !•» *■*•>*, although It a lie* te«| a foreign
|H»wer »u nine It that representation*
were mad* to tha imperial aothurttiaa
on tha aohjeet. a *11-pat. h waa rd
IhrIjt *eBt out to the governor to Veto
the hill. He **nt for the pi»niter Tm
aurry. eW man.'" .aid hta esteUentf,
hut I've Juat got order* from home,
and I ahall have to blu> h that loll "
The |*i emier replied, "T»-i«*k here, |»i|
trimr, I don't tare a hang about t«-’
imperial guv m* nt or about the queen*
a- f.« . he It-'• 4 it 1 otnerm* 1, |
what * more, I don't tare a han* ihiit
you I've mad* hi> mi min i to get tfc.jj
hilt through. i*il I’ll bring It through •
Tha gt>vi>%uur. who poiittr, i*k*4
the "elj »*•“ to have 4 dMgfc. aa,|
dropped the auh|eel The m**»ur* IR
gUMttwa beeam* a taw la title tour*#
HENS AND THEIR GOOD FRUIT. ^
They Are an Important Factor In tha
Commercial I.lfe of the Country.
From the Richmond Dispatch: The
hen of the present day is a most im
portant factor in the commercial world
not only on account of her vernal off- ^
spring, but because civilized people
are daily growing fonder of her eggs.
Statisticians say it is practically im
possible to gain an idea as to the exact
number of eggs consumed, though the
export and import figures give a par
tial conception of its enormousness.
Indeed, the statistics indicate that our
feathered friend has all she can at
tend to and barely can spare the time
to assume the responsibilties of rear- \
ing a family. During the year ending
July 30, 1899, the United States ex
ported 3,693,611 dozen eggs, valued at
$041,385. During this period they im
ported 225,180 dozen, valued at $21,
300, the increased duty on this food
supply having checked their importa
tion. Of course, these figures are but
fragments of the almost inconceivable
large total which indicates the actual
consumption of eggs in America. In
1898 Chicago alone handled 2,147,950
cases of thirty dozen each, of which
only 1,223,356 were shipped out. The
commission houses are generally the
distributing points for eggs in the
large cities, but in the country almost
every local store deals in them. Many
merchants accept them in exchange for
goods, while u few receive orders from
the towns and dispose of the eggs to
hotels or other large concerns. The
egg enters into our domestic life not
only as a substantial food staple, but ''If
as an Ingredient of almost every con
ceivable urtlclc of diet. There is prac
tically no limit to its usefulness in
this line and when one reflects it
seems almost impossible that the land
could hold enough hens to meet the
public demand. The secret, perhaps,
lies in the fact that poultry can be
found In every rural barnyard and on
the premises of scores of urban and ^
suburban habitations. Every hen
knows her duty and does it. While
some of them apparently rejoice in
their labors accomplished, aa a whole
they are modest and never “let on”
that, they realize the world could not
comfortably move without them. The
probabilities are ‘hat as civilization
increases and the facilities for trans- v
portatlon become faster and better,
our feathered friend with the crimson
trimmings will have more and more
to do. Her output in decades to come
will be the grandest statistical puzzle
of the age, and no mathematician will
be able to make calculations as to the
exact amount of her “fruit.” When
our neighbor's hens gpt in our flower
beds we should recall these facts and
permit only our wives and daughter*
to throw stones at them.
Whtftk.r »ih! Coffin*.
Capt. Slocum, who is telling in the
Century of his voyage around the
world alone in a little sloop, the Spray,
was familiar with most of the ports
in’Which he found himself on his jour
ney of 46,000 miles. One of these was
Buenos Aires. There he looked in vain
for the man who once sold whisky
and coffins in Buenos Aires; the march
of civilization had crushed him—mem
ory only clung to his name. “Enter
prising man that he was, I fain would
have looked him up. 1 remember the
tiers of whisky barrels, ranged on end,
one one side of the store, while on the
other side, and divided by a thin par
tition, were the coflins in the same
order, of all sizes and in great num
bers, The unique arrangement seemed
in order, for as a cask was emptied, a
coffin might be filled. Besides cheap
whisky and many other liquors, ho
sold ‘cider,’ which he manufactured
from damaged Malaga raisins. Within
the scope of his enterprise was also
the sale of mineral waters, not entire
ly blameless of the germs of disease.
This man surely catered to all the
tastes, wants, and conditions of his
customers.”
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Kot hftoli tUl .% in on k King-*.
Among the anecdotes related by the
Hon. John Bigelow in the October Cen
tury. in a series of extracts from his
conversations with Von Bunsen, is
this about the famous banker Roths
child: During the famous Congress ol
Vienna, already referred to, each ol
the several monarch* present was thr
guest of some nobleman. On one fes
tlve occasion Baron Rothschild was
invited par exception. He modest!)
went to take his place, not among tin
more exulted guests. When they dis
covered Rothschild, however, they ul
rose, one after the other, and salutec
him. except the King of Prussia. Sunn
one asked the king why he did not
salute the great European hanker
“Did I not?" he replied. “Well, 1 sup ^
po.'O it was bet mine 1 was the only out
who did not owe hiiu anything." This
reminds one of a hue In one of Pope'*
satires:
J never answered: 1 was not In debt
ithiu f..» Her t ewlwawtal.
Director Oeueral It) an of the ohh
eenteuuial estimates that |. ihni imm
will be plated In the enterprise. ('on
grrsa appropriated I aai.mk* on the ,ou
dltlou that Toledo, where the expual
Uutt It to he held. Would give g llkt
• mount. This ha« been dune, an.| Hu
city is also pie paring a beautiful silt
on the bay .bore which will r,*l faun,
out) mute The legal title of the rett
tennul le Th«* Ohio Centennial ant
North erst Territory Kipsttlin." am
it wilt b# held in l»3 Ohio was th- |
diet of the sit Important elates tu (s
> arveT "lit of it. Northwest territory f
(Ire others mg In lians llllnMu
I Michigan, WUrunata and Minnesota
hit of these ittiM have appealed tun
ml** It mere to see that they am repr>.
I la the exposition gnd lh*y nil
h ive their n«ate toiildiagw and ethihiit
Hhio was really admitted i.» *h» uiu
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