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HIS WORD OF HONOR. A Tale of the Blue and the Gray, BYE VEfNEJ?. rappMgto Mi to Baton (tensor's tan. ^ ^ n *-Si^ ^ ^ -> ^ CHAPTER VL The* with this last taougat. a burn ing sense of shame tiled the young of •cera soul The ?a*e of hi* old com mander suddenly rc.e vividly b.*fcr« him. He saw hie earnest gaze; beard the warning woris: *'If Lieutenant Ro land has not returned by eight o'clock this evening. I shall believe that he is mthnr dead or dishonored ' And at the sane moment William felt that be cwnfd not aland in hi* proscare with a Ike or an evasion on hi* lips, that be must tell him the truth, and with thia thought the struggle wa* over. He recessed himself in hastily, so aisropcly, that the young girl almost LKfared bark His hp* quivered, but Mi vote- »J*» firm gg t. L r .J the fateful promise * I cannot be a dishonored man. Flor en<e. not even for the pro# of your hand If yon tear Edward more than fm 1®** m -If yen have not the cour age to defend this love against him — »hy. 1 must lose yon. 1 will not break my word of honor ~ Florwnce had shrunk back. Her dark eye* rested with a look of mingled sur prise and anger upon the man. whose rigid sense of duty she could not un derstand Hu: ere sbe cou.d frame cn answer, the door again opened, and a stranger appealed on the threshold. It *** a young man in uniform, who paused n moment, scanning the pair with a homed g'acre. then courteous!) approached the lady. ’"Pardon this Intrusion. M*sj Ham •on. Allow me to request a br.ef pri vate la ten lew with this genii* man 1 have some important new* for him" Florence r*cognized Captain Wilson. Edward's friend, whom she had seen several times She knew only too well v kai L*<: Urouaht him to Spriu ;!> :-l that day. but this sudden entrance into her drawing-room aroused the utmost astonishment Fur the moment *>SS^^^IWWWWVWVWWWW army should fall into your hands in disguise I am a soldier and jnust discharge my duty; it is not my busi ness to inquire the motive that brought you here. Will you surren der?" "So long as I carry a weapon, no! However the struggle may end, tht first man who touches me I will shoot down!" "Then you will force me to extreme measures. The consequences must be cn your bead.” The captain turned toward the ter race with the intention of summon ing the men who were waiting there, when Florence, who had stood trem bling and deadly pale, anticipated him. She rushed past him to Roland, threw herself on his breast, and cling ing to him frantically, exclaimed: "You must not, William! There are ten to one! You will be conquer d in the struggle! They will kill you!” "l.et me go, Florence! Let me go, I say!” William was vainly striving to re lease himself, when Captain Wilson, taking advantage of the favorable mo ment in which his enemy was defense N s» in the arms that clasped him so closely, w'ith a rapid movement snatched the revolver. A cry of in dignation escaped the young man’s hps The next instant he had wren»hcd him.-elf free, but it was too late He utood defenseless. "Florence, w hat have you done?” he cried in a tone of sharp reproach. “Saved you’” she passionately ex claimed. "They would have killed you here Ufore my eyes!” “Calm yourself. Miss Harrison,” said the captain, gravely. "Lieuten ant Roland will not be so mad as to offer resistance now. Once more, sir, yield! Spare us useless bloodshed. It is no disgrace to a soldier if he sub SHE RI SHED PAST HIM TO ROLAND. atom lacked the least comprehension if Bat William «B(Jcr»tood It better. If* saw tbe Confederate uniform, and with ft tk* danger menacing him. and •lowly thrusting his band into the breast-pocket of his cunt, where be carried his pistol, he replied with cold (onna'tif: “1 shall Be at your service, sir. as noon as my conversation with Mis* Harrison Is oret. We have some im portant matters to discuss, so 1 beg—" Glance and tone plainly requested tk* captain to retire. But instead of doing an. he advanced rtose to the young oScer. Maying m n tow tone: "1 wish to spare the lady, and hope yon will aid me—Lieutenant Wiliiam Boland ’ W illiam starred. He perceived that he was betrayed, and did not doubt a ■•meat the author of the treachery. T* deny his identity was impossible Only prompt action could be of ser vice now. If he succeeded ia reach ing hia home which was fastened a few hundred pace* from the house, •wrap* might yet he possible. Has tily retrennag a f*-w steps, at the same Ume drawing his revolver, he said la a load, sharp tone: * Well, what do you want with Ueu te-rant Roland*" Flores** uttered n cry of terror She. too. now suddenly realised the full extent of the peril, but the cap tain remained unmoved though the pistol was aimed at him "Yield. Mr. Roland " he said, quiet ly * Resistance would be vain You bill not dad your horse where you eft him. nil the exits from the house arm guarded, and the servants have orders to prevent your departure by forr*. Convince yourself that flight has become aa Impossibility He pointed toward tb*- terrace and WF lam* eye* followed the gesture. He rosily RM m several flgure* a boor fare* were uafamtltar to him. and who ee-tsialy would not fail to curry nut the under* which they had The preparations had evidently been made with the greatest caution. Ed nurd's revenge waa swift and sure. "I do not know you. sir." said the young oHcrr slowly, without tower ing his weopon or averting his eye* from hia ememy “You. on the con trary seem to he very well informed eomeming my personsiity. In that cam. yon probably are also aware ftiat I am in th* house of my future father-ia-law. and cause solely to nee my bitiwthnd bride By what right WUnog shrugged hia shoulders. “By the same right which you would etPTlsi If an oRcer of th* hostile miu to the inevitable, and I give you my word that you have no dishonor ing treatment to fear as a prisoner of the Confederacy you will be treated in an honorable manner. William bent his eyes gloomily on the floor. He perceived the truth of the words. Ixmger resistance would have been madness and. at the ut most. brought only degrading treat ment upon him. After a brief, un comfortable pause, he turned to the cffleer 1 am in your power. Dispose of me.” I will send news of your arrest to the city. Meanwhile, remain here; and. if you give me your word of honor to make no attempt to fly—” "No! I yield to force, but to that alone.” Then I cannot leave you in Miss Harrison's society, but must provide a more secure prison.” • Which you will doubtless find in Springfield.” said William, with an outburst of resentment. “I was pre pared for everything when I risked the ride here, except treachery in the bouse in which 1 was called son.” "You are right. Mr. Roland.” The captain raised bis voice so loud that a person on the other side of the clos ed door could not fail to hear it. “But do not address your reproaches to tue. 1 did what I was forced to do. I do not believe in treachery, and I regret that you have fallen a victim to it.” "My words do not apply to you. I know the traitor—and now I will ask only a moment longer.” He went to his fiance and bent over her. but just at that moment a side <!<*«• was hastily flung open and Ralph rushed in. "Miss Florence, master Is asking for you. He has suddenly grown worse. We are afraid the end is near.” Florence had hitherto found it dif | *';• ’ilt to sustain herself. This last blow threatened to crush her. She totter* <1 and would have fallen had not William clasped her in his arms. “I cannot go!" she murmured, des l pairing Sot at this moment! Wil liam! What will become of you?” "Lieutenant Roland is my prisoner ! and under my protection,” said Wil son. with marked emphasis. "Have no anxiety for him. I will answer for his safety so long as he remains in Springfield.” “Go to your father.” said William, pushing the trembling girl with gen tle violence toward the door. “You hear? No harm will befall me. and your place la there. Courage, my poor Florence! I cannot be with you In this trying hour. but. at least, you know that I am near. So be reso lute.” He gave her to Ralph, who drew the half-senseiess girl away with him, and then went back to the captain. “If you wish to go to the sick room.” said the latter, in a low tone, “I will not prevent you.” William made a gesture of refusal. “No. After what has passed be tween me and the sick man, my pres ence could not help exerting a bad in fluence upon him. He has no suspic ion that I am here; let him remain ignorant of it. I thank you for your consideration, sir. Let us go!” The servants, at the captain’s or der, had left their posts at the doors, but stood whispering together, with troubled faces. Ralph had betrayed that the officer under arrest was Miss Florence’s lover. And it had happen ed in her own house! True, the mas ter of the house had had no share in it; they all knew now that he was dying. Edward Harrison, pacing up and down the drawing-room alone, with a cloud upon his brow, knew it also. The end so long expected was coming more quickly than had been supposed. The physician had given the sick man days, and now, at the utmost, there were only hours. Yet Edward had not courage to enter the apartment where Florence was. and had Ralph bring him reports, which constantly grew more alarming. Then Captain Wilson entered, but the cordiality with which he usually treated young Harrison had given place to cold formality; he bowed as if he were saluting a stranger. “I wished to inform you that I am going to the city to report the cap ture,” he said, distantly. “An escort will be sent for the prisoner; until then he must remain at Springfield.” Edward did not appear to notice the icy coldness in the tone and manner of his former friend, and answered quietly, as if the point in question were a matter of the utmost indiffer ence: “Have no anxiety. I’ll see that the spy doesn't escape us.” "I am positive that Lieutenant Ro land is not a spy,” replied Wilson, with marked emphasis. “What brought him here is perfectly apparent, and I shall make my opinion as emphatic as possible at the court-martial.” (To be continued.) HONORS ARE EVEN. Two Maine Men Play Joke* on Kacti Other for a Pastime. In a certain city in the state of Maine, call it Lewiston, for example, live two men that for years have been playing practical jokes on each other, but so far it has been a "stand-off” between them. One of the men keeps a feed and grain store, the other is the towner of a trucking business, one team of which he drives himself. On a rainy day not very long ago the grain man asked the truck man if lie could tell him where he could find a rent for a friend of his that wanted to move into the city from a neighboring town. The truckman replied that be could, and invited the grain man to get into his team with him and he would i show him the rent. The truckman drove slowly along the different streets through the pouring rain, until at last he drove up before the grain man's store. “Well, where's the rent you promised to showT me?" said the grain man, with considerable indignation. "Why. there it is," said the truckman, as he pointed to a bag in the bottom of the wage.: with a large hole in it, "here is the reni.” Time went on, and although the grain man was chaffed considerably about rents, he took it all good-naturedly, and patiently bided his time. About a month later, after the joke had almost been forgotten, the truckman was employed by the grain man to go to the outskirts of the city and get a trunk and bring it to the store. It was a long ride out to the place, and the rain made it all the more uncomfortable. Arriving at the place, the trunk was put in the team, and the truckman in due course arrived at the store, only to be informed that he was to take it to another place, where the proprietor of the grain store would be found. Arriving at the last named place, he asked the grain man where he wanted the trunk put, and was told to put it in the "rent” he had shown the grain man a short time be fore. I'p to date honors are easy.— Portland (Me.) Express. THE MEMORY OF FISH. Sometimes Keeps Them from Hltiue a Second Time. Fisherman believe that a fish al most caught a first time does not easily let itself be caught a second time, that he remembers the pain he suffered, and that he even lets his companions know his cruel experience. This is easily accounted for by their memory and M. Semon gives an incident charac teristic of the subject which shows that certain fish have their memory seconded by a particular gift of ob servation. He had seen around a ship in which he was sailing a number of those curious fish called echineis re mora. one of the peculiarities of which is that on the top of the head they have a kind of hook, which permits them to attach themselves to a vessel or to the belly of fish larger than themselves. M. Semon wished to pro cure some specimens and threw into the water a hook baited with a piece of crab. A first remora was soon taken, but the others, having evidently seen the capture, allowed the line to be thrown into the water many times without even touching it. They re mained attached to the vessel, regard ing with an indifferent eye the most succulent bits that could be offered them. M. Semon renewed the experi ment. and in no case could he capture two remoras belonging to the same band. These fish have evidently pow ers of observation and a well-developed memory. Disheveled. From Judge: Beth was deeply In terested in a weeping willow that her father had planted the night before on the lawn. “Come, mamma, hurry!” she called, as she looked from the sit ting room window, “and see this cua ning little tree with its hair all down.” Somewhat Different. The Maid—A man who hits too many wives is a bigamist, isn't he? The Bachelor—Not necessarily. A bigamist Is a man who has two or^ more wives. 1 THE LAUNCHING OE A WARSHIP. It’s An Impressive Scene When the Big Vessel Glides Into the Ocean. . "She starts; she moves; she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel. ******* And then, with one exultant bound, She leaps into the ocean’s arms.” ) And though "she” be a sailing ves sel of the good, old-fashioned kind, or a modern battleship, the process is no different, and old ocean receives her as he always has, with the same spark ling hospitality. The launching of a ship is one of the most impressive of sights, and par ticularly is this true if the vessel be a grim war-dog for the navy. When the Wisconsin was launched, Nov. 26, 1S98, at San Francisco, thousands of people thronged the shipyard and the territory adjoining for a glimpse of the spectacle. It was a gala day in the history of the city, and the whole com munity was out en fete to participate in the festal occasion. High above the pigmy crowd the vessel towered, al most as Bunker Hill monument towers above the buildings which surround it. Near her bow stood the reviewing stand, with its load of notables, among them, the observed of all observers, she with the bottle of champagne with which the vessel was to be christened. Far down beneath the keelson of the vessel stout hammers began to knock and beams gave out the sound which signified their capitulation before the fierce onslaught of the enemy. Stead ily rained the blows, till all at once, with a creak and a lurch, which settled into a gliding motion, the great vessel started down the way, her cutwater glistening with champagne from the broken bottle. “I christen thee Wisconsin,” said a sweet voice, as the vessel swept away from its birthplace, and found rest on the bosom of old ocean amid a throng of fussy, inquisitive little tugboats which thrust their impertinent noses up against the sides of the new sea monarch as proudly and haughtily as you please. THE X-RAYS AND LONGEVITY. German Doctor Say* Yon Can Find Out How Long; You Will Live. The other day a German doctor, M. Richter, sent a communication to the Imperial college of medicine of Ber lin, which has made quite a stir in Germany. He avers that by a thor ough study of the organs by means of X-rays one may determine pretty ex actly the length of life of a human being. It was known for a long time that the size of the heart, the lungs, the digestive organs and the brain might be considered among the best conditions of longevity; but M. Richter goes still further. He holds that there exists a dose correlation between the length of life and the dimensions of the different organs, and it is upon this supposed correlation that he bases a system supported by numerous obser vations and statistics. Richter admits himself that there are “individual ex ceptions.” Without those exceptions his discovery might be considered one of the most terrible plagues that ever threatened humanity. The idea of changing the entire world into one immense troop of people condemned to death, and knowing the precise hour when they would quit this world could only originate in the brain of a Ger man. Notwithstanding this, M. Rich The base of the tree measured four feet two inches. Most of the walnut timber now cut in that section is young timber. HAYDN AND THE LADIES. Wonderful Susceptibility of the Great Composer. When Haydn came to England he succumbed, says the writer of an ar ticle on “Music and Matrimony,” in the Cornhill Magazine, to the charms of a certain Mrs. Shaw, who figures in his diary as the most beautiful woman he had ever met. As a matter of fact, Haydn was always meeting the “most JUST BEFORE THE LAUNCHING. beautiful” woman. “The loveliest woman I ever saw” was at one time a Mrs. Hodges, while at another time the widow of a musician named Sehroeter so fascinated him that he kept her letters for many years, and declared that if it were not for the existence of Anna Maria he would have married her. Certainly Mrs. Sehroe ter's letters were pleasant enough. “Every moment of your company,” she wrote from Buckingham Gate, in 1792, “is more and more precious to me now that your departure is so near. I feel for you the fondest and tenderest af fection the human heart is capable of. I ever am, with the most inviolable attachment, my dearest and most be loved Haydn, most faithfully and most affectionately yours.” What would the absent Frau Doctorin Haydn have said had she known of it? The composer also got mixed up in a little afTair with the beautiful Mrs. Billington. Sir Joshua Reynolds was painting her portrait for him and had represented her as St. Cecilia listening to celestial music. “What do you think of the charming Billington’s picture?” said the artist to Haydn wrhen the work was finished. “It is indeed a beautiful picture,” replied Haydn. “It is just like her. but there is a strange mis take. You have painted her listening to the angels, when you ought to have painted the angels listening to her." If Haydn paid compliments like this all ’round, we can easily understand how he attained such fame as a Lon don society man. horses to bet on was Duke of MilpLas, owned by Aid. Carey of Chicago. But he was a rogue, and whenever he took it into his head to run no one could beat him. but if he sulked nothing could budge him. On this particular day he was a warm favorite, as the dis tance was seven-eighths, the going heavy, and all conditions just to the liking of the Duke. He went to the post all right, but he was son out of sorts, and no amount of lashing could make him budge. Finally a “twitch” was sent for and the assistant starter soon had the Duke toeing the mark. The ’twitch' had caught on his nose in some manner and the stick kept hitting him on the legs and chest. Despite them— or. perhaps, on account of it—the Duke ran faster than he ever did before. He won all the way, with the 'twitch' hanging to his nose. Aid. Carey won a small fortune on'his horse, and he has the same old ‘twitch’ hanging in his private office to this day.”—Cin cinnati Enquirer. l-ette’-* from liesleged Parisian*. From the Seine, near Villeneuve, not far from Paris, has been taken a curi ous reminder of the days of the Paris siege. It is a zinc ball, which con tained over 300 letters, written in De cember, 1870, when the German coil was tightening about the French cap ital. At that time, besides the balloons and carrier pigeons as means of com munication with the outside world, the people of Paris inclosed letters in small zinc globes, sealed the receptacles her metically and dropped them into the stable of the Tower called himself “Constable of the Tower of London and its attendant Castle.” When as in the case of most such buildings in England the name castle has survimd longest, in the case of the principal fortresses at the capitals of Norman iy and of Norman England the tower wts the chief part of the fortification s. Thus the castle at Rouen, like me castle at London, always has been called the “Tour de Rouen.” >be White Tower was so called because ltn builder, Henry III., whitewashed L. CAME HORSE. Galloped Home with a “Twitch” on '*¥!/! Nose. “I've seen many a thing on race tracks, but I think the greatest race I ever saw was at New Orleans a «?ew years ago,” remarked a track follower the other day. It was several years ago at New Orleans, and one of the best ^A/N/WWWN/WWVWVWVWWW i —-—— -——-—---JH i r Hi _• IN THE ARMS OF OLD OCEAN. Scene immediately after the Wisconsin was released from the cradle where she had been skiilfully nursed for months. ter is good enough to admit that there are natures which seem rebellious to every “interview’’ of this kind. Science has heard of the case of an English man, born in 1483, whose delicate ap pearance made all the doctors give him up when he was In his cradle. His chest was so narrow, says the report, that he seemed to have difficulty in breathing. Well, this young mori bund, condemned by the doctors to die in short order, died in 1651, at the age of 169. He saw the reign of ten kings. Secandi Hango, consul of Venice at Smyrna, measured only fifty-seven centimeters around the chest, and one of uis lungs was diseased. Neverthe less he lived to the age of 115 years. He was married five times and had forty-nine children. When he was 100 years old he got his w'isdom teeth. When he was 110 his hair turned black again. At 112 his eyebrows and his beard turned black. But M. Richter classes these anomalies among the “individual exceptions.”—Courrier des Etats Unis. Larte Walnut Tree. The largest walnut tree ever cut in northeastern Kansas was recently felled near Fanning in Doniphan coun ty. Its age was estimated at near 120 years, and it made 769 feet of lumber. Lord Salisbury’s Oratory. Lord Salisbury is one of the least pretentious of orators. Bent in figure and with eyes half closed, he is a list less speaker, who disdains to cultivate the art of elocution. He has a clear, penetrating voice of high carrying power, however, so that he is always heard distinctly in the largest public hall. His best speeches are made on such occasions as the Guildhall ban quets, when he is conscious that for eign governments are weighing every word he utters. He rises like a man in a dream, and without revealing any earnestness of manner, takes the audi ence into his confidence, and shows with what dignity and clearness a statesman can think aloud. Why Tower, and Not Castle. London's most famous historical building was named the "Tower,” and not the “Castle,” of London. Most fortresses of Norman construction in England keep the name of castle; Lon don’s Norman fortress alone bears an other title. The reason is to be found in the methods of Norman military architecture. A Norman fortress was constructed of a tower or keep, with an attendant castle, each having the same relative Importance. The first Con ' t ' Seine. The friendly waters drifted the globes down until they reached the French lines below. After a while the Germans learned of this expedient, and placed nets in the river above the nets of the Frenchmen and captured the globes. A little while ago a fisher man near Villeneuve found one of these globes, and with a sharp knife 1 opened it and extracted the letters. 1 The old letters still legible, were sent to the postofflce, and such of the ad- l dresses as can be found will receive ( the missives twenty-eight years over- i due. < 1 Out for Business. From the Chicago News: Mack O'Rell—Old chap. I always considered myself a pretty masher, but the other day I met my match. Luke Warme— How was that? Mack O’Rell—Why, I noticed a beautiful young woman gaz- 1 ing in a shop window. I went up and | coughed slightly to attract her atten- ; tlon. Guess what happened? Luke Warme—Can’t imagine. Mack O’Rell 1 —Why, she tried to sell me some cough ' drops. _ 1 Holies of Cliff Dwellers. Among the relics of cliff dwellers in Colorado is one building that shel tered probably six thousand people. THE JAPANESE HOTEL. Shoes Are Left In the Area and the Guests Ascend Doll Fashion. It is a novel affair, even to the trav eled foreigner. The entrance is usually a little area, which is practically an ex tension of the street or sidewalk, and defined by a low platform and raised floor, says the Northwestern Christian Advocate. From this modest eminence the proprietor and those about him greet the new guest with profound bows, their foreheads touching the floor repeatedly. There is no showy office, no high desk, no lordly clerk, no big book for the guest's autograph —only a little table about 14 inches high, with an inkstone, suggesting that here the accounts are made up. But the guest may not yet ascend. His shoes must be left in the area. That explains its shoe-shop appearance. Quick servants promptly assist in the correction of his understanding, bring ing sandals or slippers as he is unsup plied; then, preceded by his traveling effects, he is led to his apartment. He observes that the stairs are without rails, and that the female servants make their steep ascent much as a child would—often using the hands as well as the feet. Ours is a “10-mat room;” that is, it requires 10 mats, each 3x6 feet, to cover, or rather to form the floor. The “mat” is made with woven straw overlaid with ordi nary matting, and finished with a firm border. Being soft and yielding under the foot, it is comparatively noiseless. The furniture? A dainty doll table, 12 incnes high, a little lecquer tray with a tiny teapot and two small cup3 and a saucer; two floor cushions and a wall scroll—that is all. The sole heat ing apparatus is a box of ashes with a nest of coals. Besides the coals is a tea-kettle. Between us and the snow storm raging outside there is first a wall of sash filled with glass. A finger thrust on either of the three sides and your every movement is visible from without. Locks. What good? All the doors are paper and wTork in slides, and all the windows are doors. Everything slides. If you want the servant, clap your hands smartly, and then comes from somewhere above, below or around a “H-i-i-i-i-i!” and sandaled feet are quickly sliding toward you. At the sound of the sliding door you look to see her or him approaching on slid ing knees—at least so it seems. Your commands are received by the polite waiter in that attitude, and the disap pearing is after the fashion of the ap proaching. Dispose of yourself as best you can. The little platform at the end of the room, with your roll of mgs. may give you relief from standing or sitting on your heels. I have been for tunate enough thus far to be enter tained where a chair could be had for the asking. But when one comes to meals, which are served in one’s room, it is quite a condescension from the foreign chair to the little Japanese table. “Foreign food” also is to be found in the best hotels. Beefsteak, chicken, butter, eggs, potatoes—one can get on very -well with such "hard ships” if they are not spoiled in tht cooking. THE CHERRY TREE. How He Helped George Washington Cut It Dow n. Uncle George Washington, an old negro who says he is 147 years old. is an inmate of the poorhouse in Ware county. Ga. He says he was born in Virginia and has lived in Georgia over a hundred years. Uncle George's youngest daughter, he says, lives near Columbus, Ga.. and is about 80 years old, while his oldest son died a few years ago at the age of 110 years. He says he rafted timber down the Oc mugee river in Georgia for eighty years, and for twenty-five years he has been a pensioner of Ware county. Uncle George says he and George Washington were boys together in the same neighborhood. They lived on adjoining farms. When George cut the cherry tree with his little hatchet. Uncle George was an eye-witness. And here is Uncle George’s story of the cherry tree incident: “When ole Massa Washin’ton seed de cherry tree wuz done cut froo de bark, he calls up young massa an' sez he: ‘Gawge, did you cut de cherry tree?’ Den young massa des up an’ sez: ‘Pa, I wuz a tryin’ uf my new leetle hatchet, an’ did’n mean ter cut de tree. I’s sorry you is tore up erbout hit.’ Den’ old massa. he up an’ say, sez he: ‘Gawge, I want dat cherry tree cut down an’ chopped inter stove wood, an’ min’ you mus’ be quick erbout hit.’ Massa Gawge an’ me fell ter work an’ cut de tree down an’ c/fopped hit inter wood. Dat wuz de way hit wuz, sez I, indeed." Loneliest People on Earth. Perhaps the most isolated tribe of people in the world is the Tshuktshi, a people occupying the northern por tion of the peninsula of Kamschatka and the country northward toward Bering straits. These people are prac tically independent of Russia. They have practically no communication with the outside world, and have been visited only two or three times—the last time by Major de Windt on his iourney through Siberia. The inhabit ants of the New Siberian islands are also practically alone on earth, for :hey can communicate with the main land, and therefore with the rest of :he world, only once a year, and a suc cession of bad seasons might isolate ;hem for years. The pygmies of the jreat central African forests, if they can be called a tribe, have also been v people apart. For ages their exist ence was little more than legendary, ind only two expeditions commanded jy white men have ever penetrated nto their abode.—Stray Stories. Mot Complimentary. Mrs. Stamford Hill—I hear you ire trying joint housekeeping with he Love joys. How does it work dear? rfrs. Mincing Lane—Oh, splendidly! We never have the slightest disagree nent. Mrs. Stamford Hill—Ah, the jovejoys are so sweet and amiable. m sure they would put up with any hing rather than quarrel!—Punch. Mot a Crime. The theft of electricity is not a crime n Germany, there being no express aw against it.