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A DANGEROUS GAME. "Carl. I deal believe yoa truly love Mildred Reynolds looked at her lav « li* 1 archly. as ff she deled him to say he did mac love her. half-pleading ly as If she knsed for him to coat re did him warmly. Cx:l UaagkM* icddemed under her f*s* What roasense. Mildred; of •naive 1 lee* yon. Why else would I emm a hundred miles to spend an even ng with ywaT* he replied, a tnfie lmpawmt|f. J ien why " Mildred began bravely, bo* she is turn Wared and looked em karfsasd Swety Carl knew that she Joaged 0 ask h.m way he had twice ' '0 r marriage. aad on this v -jii wbea she had expected him to ass ter to wst the day for the cere mony. he had not done ao True, he had wrought her a beautiful bracelet ia4 Ea4 seemed affectionate aad lov leg. yet somehow Mildred felt that there sat something lacking la his ca ress-*. aad that the fa** that he did OM broach the subject which she had hoped he would settle on this visit vaguely alarmed her. For she loved Carl deeply and was unhappy ia th« home of a relative upoa she was part ly dependent aad kmged to have a home of her own. Carl had said, the last time he had visited her. that they would arrange their plana fbr the future when hi mat came, hut when Mildred had made the remark that she did not be !-eve he really lored her he was on thi verge of departure, aad still had not asked her to name the day wbicS wo.id make them husband and wife He mast have known what the que* turn was she wished to ask. yet be dti no* help her out. and so the question died unasked upoa her lips, lasted he turned suddenly to the clock. T* have Jast time to make my train.’* b* said, hurriedly, "so goodby. my sweet heart. Give me a kiss, and take goo r*r* of > oneself, for my sake,** so ten drrty that for a time all doubts as t< his fidelity were dismissed from Mil dred's heart. Galy for a time, bow ever, for while his farewell kiss wu; Still warm cm her tips the question re turned to her mind : 'Why dor* not Cart.if he really loves bk sod wants me to be his wife, claim me for his own? Perhaps be is grow ls to k»ve some one else. 1 believe 1 am strong enough to bear it if it is trae—better to know now than when H is too late—and uncertainty is hard to bear. 1 mast find out. and If it is true that he no longer loves me as he did 1 will release him. But it I have wronged him by my doubts. 1 will atone by giving h.m added love and affection * Cart's mother had often sent her kind message*, and had also sent by Carl some very beautiful table linen for Mildred to embroider for use after her maniac*. She knew that Mrs. l<aog lois was her friend, although they had t< »*r met. and determined to go to t- • her and discover whether Carl bad con fided in her any change in his desire to marry Mildred. She shrank from the trial, yet felt It must be made for the sake of her future happiness Ac cordingly a few days after Carl’s visit she took a trip to his home, arriving there as she had planned, when Carl was absent at his business. When she introduced hers* If to Mrs. Langlois she was warmly gre-ted. hot when she told the object of her visit her host was visibly surprised and disconcerted -My dear child." she exclaimed, -there must be a mistake somewhere Carl assured me only yesterday that you kept putting him off whenever he mentioned your marriage. 1 cannot understand It" “1 can. Mrs. 1-anglois.” said Mildred, proudly. “Your won has grown tired of me and Is seeking in some way to free himself But. thank heaven, his fet ter* are not yet riveted and are easily broken. I will release him from an engagement which Is no longer a pleas ure to him " “My denr. denr Mildred." begged his mother, “do not speak so bitterly. 1 am sure there is worn* mlaunderstaai itog" Mildnad had turned very pale, and aa ocerwheimiag torkrtka that Carl was fh\m~ to her mine upon her with crusb 1LC force, hnt she ramwod up cour age to face the truth. We mrrnm And out* 'she aaid. very g.*atly, far the mother'* distress was a so very grant. - whether he la atten tive to sonrr one else Have you ever noticed hta taking pleasure in the ao c.ctj of any glii here"" “Oh. no." Mrs I-anglols replied has tily; hut suddenly her face changed -Surely " she aaid. as If to herself, “he c3uaot care for Marion Reed? And yet. bow that my mind Is drawn is it. 1 hate noticed him often with her Bat Marlon is such a gay little flirt .and then she knew of Carl's engage BUMit ** “Ah!" Mildred said gnlrkly, “that la not enough to keep some girls from trying to win away a man's love. It may he that she has drawn him away hm aw. But we must make sura, my dear friend—tor I feel that you are my frteod—and If it is true I will willing fcr give him ap to her If It la for his They arranged It that Mildred s pres ence In the house should he kept a se cret from Carl and that his mother at mealtime should question him in a way SM to arouse hit suspicious; so. aa the 1 wro sat alone at dinner, Mrs. Langlols carelessly said: ‘•What a charming girl Marion Reed la. Carl!” "Isn't she, mother?" Ire cried enthu siastically. "Do you know she quite fascinates me?” "Carl.” his mother said gravely, "that Is not the way for a man soon to be married to another Woman-” "Pshaw, mother!” Carl exclaimed, impatiently, "you know t told you Mil dred would never set the day, and we may never be married at all.” "Ychi are right, Mr. Langlols,” said Mildred, who had been unable to re sist the temptation of listening un seen; “you are right. We never will be married. You are quite welcome to ask the fascinating Miss Reed to be your wife. Tor I am henceforth a stran ger to you." Before Carl could recover from his astonishment she was gone, and as her train wa* Just ready to depart she was out of bis reach, and the passionate protests of affection which he was pre pared to make, the promises of future fidelity, were never uttered. Now that he had lost her. Mildred appeared to Carl as a precious treasure which he would give anything to pos sess. The attractions of Marion Reed paled into insignificance and he took the next train in pursuit of Mildred, hoping that be could win her back. But once assured of the flaws of her .dol Mildred had cast him out of her heart, and though it was sore it was not broken, because she realized his unworthiness. She refused to see Carl and returned his letters unread. With in a week, mortified at his rejection, he had offered himself to Marion Reed. "Why. you're going to marry some girl in Lawrence." she replied, opening her blue eyes wide. "No, I am not.” he said, shortly. “I am going to marry you if you will have me.” ' Well, I won't.” replied the pretty flirt, decidedly. “I was only amusing mjself with you. my dear boy. 1 hope your heart is not broken," she added, mockingly, for rumors of the true state of affairs had reached her ears. "Flirting is sometimes a dangerous came, my friend, especially if there is a jealous sweetheart at the other end of the line.” she announced laughing : ly. And with her mocking laughter ringing in his ears Carl Langlois walk ! ed away to repent of his folly, by which he had lost that greatest of gifts—a women's love.—The Columbian. F. E. CHURCH'S WORK. Holed r*ioiln(i bjr I.ameuted American Artist. The death of Frederick Edwin Church, the veteran landscape painter, removed a well-known figure in art life of this country, better remembered perhaps by a past generation than by the younger set. He was born in Hart ford. Conn., May 4. 1826. His talent for art was prominent and in early life he determined to adopt art as a profession and placed himself under the instruction of Thomas Cole, and resided with him in the Catskills. He soon became well known as a land scape painter, and critics awarded him praise for his accuracy of drawing and vivid appreciation of nature. He spent a short time in Switzerland, and in 1833 visited South America to study the picturesque scenery. “The Heart of tbi Andes,” which created a great -‘•nsatton. was first exhibited in 1839, and was bought by the late William T. Blodgett. Other well-known works painted about the same period are "The Andes of Ecuador,” “Cotapaxi,” now at the I,enox library. “Chinbor azo.” His "View of Niagara Falls,” now in the Corcoran art gallery, Washington. D. C.f is recognized as the first satisfactory production by art of this wonderful piece of nature; it won a prize at the French exhibition in 1*67. Another painting of “Magra" was painted for A. T. Stewart in 1866, the price paid for it by Mr. Stewart •eing $12,000. In 1878 he was again represented at the French capital with two pictures. “Morning in the Tropics” and “The Parthenon." He traveled extensively in this country and abroad, studying nature end giving to the world numerous productions of a high character. A number of his works are owned in England, one of his principal works being “Icebergs,” which was purchased by Sir Edward Watson, M. P.. London. His wife died about a year ago. * wo sons and a daughter survive him. Ill* Fm Not If la Fortune. On one of the northern lines there was an old gentleman who had trav eled between the same stations for years, and was consequently known by all the porters at the stations. As he used a "season.” he very seldom carried his ticket. One day an in spector who wa*s new to the district, was examining all tickets. Going up to the old gentleman, he said: “Tick et. sir, please?* “My face is my tick et." was the reply. "Well,” said the Inspector, baring a brawny arm. “my orders are to punch all tickets.”— London Answers. Bottera HU Chtnrr. "Why do you i&eist on your son’s be J coming a lawyer” asked a friend. “I’v«. tnade a will leaving him all my money." was the answer. "It seems to me that if be is a lawyer himself he •rill stand a better chance of getting some of it/’—Washington Star. Hack la Fame. Citizen—Off*sherl can you (hie) tell me where I ibic) live? I’m (hie) Senator Bigboddy. you know. Officer— What’s yer cook's name? Citizen— ; Mary Ann (hie) O'Brady. Officer— Four blocks down and two doors to j yer right—Judge. A Woman** (Jartlion. "I see.” he remarked, as he looked up from his paper, "that the British have recovered their battery of guns.” j "What was it covered with the drst time.dear?” she sweetly asked.—Cleve land Plain Dealer. ('Scoring Answer. Lieutenant—I am going to the front, after all. She—0. I am so glad. It’s so much more Interesting reading the lists of killed and wounded when you know soma one at the front—Judy. ’ THE BOER SOLDIERJ A HIGH TRIBUTE TO THEIR HUMANITY, tngllah Correspondent'* Graceful Ap preciation of Their 'Klndae**—Taken Prisoner and Treated In a Chrletlaa Manner While la Their Banda, H. Hales,a correspondent of the Lon don Daily News, who was wounded and taken prisoner by the Boers, pays a high tribute to the humanity and kindness of the latter. Hnles and an Australian named Lambic were en deavoring to escape from a Boer pa trol when they were fired upon anl bot h were hit In describing the affair Hales said: “Suddenly something touched me on the right temple; it was not like a blow; it was not a shock; for half a second I was conscious. I knew I was hit; knew that the reins had fallen from my nerveless hands; knew that I was lying down upon the horse’s back and my head hanging below his throat. Then all the world went out in one mad whirl. Earth and heaven seemed to meet as if by magic. My horse seemed to rise with me, not to fall and then—chaos. “When next I knew I was Still on this planet I found myself in the saddle again, riding between two Boers, who were supporting me In the saddle as I swayed from side to side. There w-a* a halt; a man with a kindly face took my head in the hollow of his arm while another poured water down my throat. Then they carried me to a shady spot beneath some shrubbery and laid me gently down. One man bent over nu and washed the blood that had diied on my face and then carefully bound up my wounded temple. I began to see things more plainly—a blue sky above me; a group of rough, hardy men, all armed with rifles, around me. I saw that I was a prisoner, and when I tried to move I soon knew I was dam aged. 1 he same good looking young iei low with the curly beard bent over me again. ‘Feel any better now’, old fel low?* I stared hard at the speaker.for he spoke like an Englishman and a well-educated fellow. ‘Yes, I'm better. I am a prisoner, ain’t I?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Are you an Englishman?’ I asked. lie laughed. ‘Not I,’ he said. ‘I'm a Boer born and bred, and I am the man who bowled you over. What on earth made you do such a fool's trick as to try and ride from our rifles at that dis tance?’ ‘Didn’t think I was welcome in these parts.’ 'Don’t make a jest cf it. man,’ the Boer said, gravely; ‘rather thank God you are a living man this moment. It was His hand that saved you; nothing else could have done so.’ He spoke reverently; there was no cant in the sentiment he uttered—his face was too open, too manly, too fear less. for hypocrisy. ‘How long is it since I was knocked over?’ ‘About three hours.’ ‘Is my comrade dead?* ‘Quite dead,’ the Boer replied: ‘death came instantly to him; he was shot through the brain.’ ‘Poor beggar,’ 1 muttered: ‘and he’ll have to rot on the open veldt, I suppose?’ “Th* Boer leader's face flushed an grily. ’«o you take us for savages?’ he ask»^ ‘Rest easy; your friend will get decxfct burial. What was his rank?’ ‘War correspondent.’ ‘And your own?’ ’War correspondent, also. My papers are in my pocket, some where.’ ‘Sir,’ said the Boer leader, ‘you dress pxactly like twro British officers; you ride out with a fighting party; you try to ride off at a gallop under the very muzzles of our rifles when w’e tell you to surrender. You can blame no one but yourselves for this day's work.’ ‘I blame no man; I played the game and am paying the penalty.’ ” Mr. Hales adds: “I have made it my business to get about among the pri vate soldiers to question them con cerning the treatment they have re ceived since the moment the Mauser rifles tumbled them over, and I say emphatically that in every instance our countrymen declare they have been grandly treated. Not by the hospital nurses only; not by the officials alone, but by the very men whom they were fighting.” Beat* the Yerkes Telescope. Up to the present time Chicago has been able to boast the largest tele scope in the world—that at the Yerkes observatory at Lake Geneva. But the monster telescope at the Paris ex position. which will bring the moon within thirty-six miles, is three times the length qf the Yerkes telescope. It is 197 feet long, 5 feet in diameter and weighs twenty-one tons. The lenses, the largest ;in existence, measure over forty-nine inches in diameter and weigh 1,320 pounds. It is because of the difficulty in the way of making these monster lenses that the world has waited until the close of the nine teenth century ior such an instrument. The process of making big lenses has for nearly two centuries been a most jealously guarded monopoly of Paris. There is <anJy one manufacturer of them In tire world. M. Mantois, the di rect successor of Guinaux, who, it is claimed, invented the process at the beginning of the present century, *hr«wd Strategy of an Eagle. A strange story comes from Susque hanna county, Pa. According to a veracious correspondent three wildcats at Fiddle Lake attacked a big eagle, which is wintering among the trees in a hemlock grove near the lake. Al though attacked from thi*ee points, the bird gallantly held its own and slew two of the wildcats. This is the way he did it: Singling out one of the cats the eagle grasped It tightly by the neck, burying his talons deep in the flesh; then, rising almost perpendicu larly for about 100 feet, allowed his prisoner to drop on a ledge of rocks. Two falls killed the first victim, but three were required to get away with the second. The survivor, seeing the fate of his companions, flew down the mountain side.—Pittsburg Dispatch.. A Definition. Willie—Pa, what's the difference be tween "insurance” and "assurance”? Pa—Well, the latter is what the agent has, and the former is what he tries to sell you.—Philadelphia Press. THE WORM TURNED. Story of m Mam Who Cultivated a Nice DtapoMltloo. "Do you see that woman going ontT’ said the man In the dry goods house whose business it Is to make things "all right” with dissatisfied customers. "She’s only one of ’em. I have a score or more every day. She's kicking about a dress. We've altered it twice, and she still thinks It doesn’t quite fit her in the back. It's a hard job to look pleasant and be perennially agreeable, and I never knew but one man who could do it He was the ‘complaint man’ in a big store—a friend of mine —and he held the place for twenty [ years. He never failed to say the right thing and was the most perfect ‘jolly’ that ever was. He knew how to com pliment a woman as to form and com plexion in a way that never was equal ed. His smile was the envy of all the salesmen in the place. It had a win ning sweetness about it that was sim ply irresistible and never failed to van quish the most desperate kicker. One day an uncle of my friend died and left him $40,000. A few moments after the news reached my friend an old pa tron of the store came in—a woman who for years had been noted as a kicker, but whom it had been my friend’s duty and pleasure to make sat isfied with her purchases. She had a bonnet in her hand and was kicking about the shape, the trimmings and everything in a way that was calcu lated to carry terror to the stoutest heart. ‘So,’ said my friend, ‘you don't like this bonnet. You don't like any thing about it. Well, I don’t blame you. It don’t suit you in any way. and it can’t be made to suit you. Of course it can’t. And there’s no bonnet on earth that can be made to suit such a pig-faced, disagreeable woman as you are, anyway.’ He had repressed his natural feeling for twenty years, but the worm that had been trodden upon through two decades turned at last. He then put on his hat, and the place that had known him so long knew him no more forever.”—Ex. | PICTURESQUE CORFU. Quaint Legends In the Pretty Ionian Isle. Corfu is one of the most charming of the Ionian isles. Notwithstanding its surroundings the inhabitants are neither good sailors nor fishermen, but given to athletic sports and target shooting, says the New York Tribune, j Superstitions and legends abound and a long rock is always shown to strang ers with the explanation that it is the ship of Ulysses turned to stone by Nep tune as it was returning from Ithaca. With a climate equal to that of Sicily and much like that of Malta, the town of Corfu is popular as a winter resort. ; Careless as the natives are about gath ering the olives, these still yield a goodly quantity of oil, which, beside salt, is their only export. A traveler marvels to find the most primitive ap pliances still in use. The ovens are mere domes of brick or clay and on their doors, which are only rough stones, a red cross is painted. This same sign is found on many of the doors of the houses. Oil lamps of brass and silver, or of bronze with open res ervoir and in the most fantastic and ' graceful shapes, are still in common use. Bread is baked and clothes are washed in the fashion of a hundred years ago, vet the former is palatable ! and the latter are redolent with lemon peel and laurel leaves. A pretty sight is a Corfu fete beneath the pale green olive trees. Men and women in pic turesque costumes, with graceful move ments, wind in and out of the mazes of their national dances, to the music of violins, tambourines and guitars. A Greek funeral is a grewsome sight. The body is carried to the grave in an open coffin, the face being visible to every passer-by. At the house waiters, some of them gifted at improvising, recite in prose or verse the virtues of the dead and the sorrow of the friends. TrlaU of Realism. “Sc—prl—zwm—xlkyqg—hbdhbjmrk qzzxmx—pst-” The author sat at his desk with the perspiration pour ing from his brow like the far-famed falls of Lodore. His matted hair slapped round his head at each move ment like a hastily wrung dishcloth. He was wilting a realistic novel. The day was warm. It was a dreadful and exhaustive job, but being realistic it had to be done to the life. He started again. “Ggggc—vvwg@c)tNJ !px|vgb —unfortunate wretch that I am!” The author could be distinctly seen melt ing away under the hot fire of the terrific undertaking. He made an other supreme effort. “Kt—kt—kt— klk—klk—tk—tk—tk-H” “It*ll have to do,” he soliloquized under his breath, “ft’s the best I can do unless I compromise with ‘Get iupT—but no, never!” He was endeavoring to write on paper the Bound made to a horse to accelerate Us speed. Such—such are the trials of realism!—Stray Stories. BmllMt K»»r Mad#. Stephen M. Van Allen of Jamaica,an expert shot with rifle or revolver, has received as a gift the smallest revolver ever made. It is only an inch long and is perfect In every detail. It is self acting and the chambers hold six cart ridges. The bullets are about the size of the head of a large pin. The cart ridges possess sufficient power to send the bullets through a half-inch pine board. Mr. Van Allen has tested the little weapon and found it accurate. It was given to him by a friend who ob tained it abroad.—New York Sun. _*_ Texas Street Car Deo UI on. An ordinance requiring any person “riding or driving” on a street “to check up. or even halt, if necessary,” on approaching a crossing, so as not to obstruct, hinder or endanger pedestri ans, is held, in Citizens’ R. Co. vs. Ford (Tex.), 46 L. R. A. 457, to have no ap plication to a street car operated by electricity. Perhaps He Saw Doable. He—Yes, I know' two men I thor oughly admire. She—Indeed! Who’s the other one?—Stray Stories. The only way to meet the influence of Satan is by prayer to God.—Rev. D. A. Blose, Congregationalist, Akron, Ohio. HUNTING OSTRICHES. EXCITING SFORT ON THE PAM PAS. The Chase Is at Timas Dangerous to Life and Limb, Bat Fall of Fas cination — Great Agility of the Birds, In South America as in Africa, the ostrich is common and yearly great quantities of feathers are exported to the United States. The “rhea,” or South African ostrich, however, differs from the African bird in having its head and neck completely featered, in being tailless, and having three toes instead of two. It may be found in large numbers in the Argentine and Uruguay republics, and in the country extending from Bolivia, Paraguay and Brazil as far south as the Straits of Magellan. Its home is on the “pam pas,” or plains, sometimes on open ground, and more often near cover of grass and stunted undergrowth. Since the birds are wild and wary and their feathers are in demand, methods have been adopted to catch them, and these methods are at the same time a busi ness and the most exciting sort of sport. A powerful horse in condition to stand hard riding and long abstinence from water is the first consideration in ostrich hunting. The course is both an noying and dangerous, for, though the chase is on level ground, with no fences to fear, the rhea takes at once to the “pajas,” or high grass. This is not only a hindrance in itself, but con ceals innumerable holes, made by ground hogs and moles, that are a con stant menace to life and limb. Yet, on a clear day, in the bracing South American climate, with plenty of game speeding before over a country with an undulation like the ocean, no more exhilarating sport than the chase of the South American ostrich could be asked for. The most effective hunt is that followed by the Indians or Gauchos. They use the “bolas,” or balls, three pieces of stone, lead or heavy hardwood, made round and cov ered with rawhide. These balls are at tached to thongs of the same material which are joined together in the cen ter. When all is ready the Indians mount their horses and approach the game in a large semi-circle, riding against the wind, for the ostrich is keen of scent, and once he suspects the presence of a man is off like Light ning. When birds are sighted the riders swing the bolas around their heads with great rapidity, their horses all the while going at full gallop, and when within range hurl them at the game, entangling their legs, wings or neck, and tripping it, or stunning it if hit on the head or any sensitive spot. It is wonderful to see the natives rise in their saddles when at full speed, swing the balls and hit the mark, sometimes at a distance of eighty yards. If one bird is brought down the rest seem to become panic stricken and, instead of escaping, remain near their fallen companion. In this way a score of them may be killed on one spot. To the man who loves hunting, for sake of the chase alone, horses and greyhounds appeal more. It is a sportsmanlike race, where the game has a chance for its life. It is very like fox hunting, except that the os trich is swifter, if anything, and em ployes even more dodges than a fox. For instance, where the hunters are pressing close on the game, ard it would seem that the dogs were about to capture it, the bird takes advan tage of the last breath of air, raises one wing slightly, uses it as a sail, and running slantwise against the breeze, vanishes from sight like a leaf in a whirlwind. If by any chance the breeze dies out and the hunters again feel sure of their ostrich, the latter doubles like a fox, and so quickly and so suddenly that the dogs pass beyond, making the hunt long drawn out, dif ficult and exciting. Though game laws have been passed prohibiting the killing of ostriches during the breeding season, little, if any attention is paid to them. It is estimated that from 300,000 to 500,000 birds are slaughtered annually, a num ber which has not only thinned out the species to a great extent, but promises in time to -extinguish it al together. The only remedy for this in a country where law is ineffective would be to establish ostrich farms, similar to those in Africa and Califor nia. Nor is the ostrich hunted for Its feathers alone. Its flesh is agreeable, somewhat resembling mutton, and omelet made of the eggs, or rather sev eral omelets made of one egg. possess a delicious flavor. Consequently egg hunting is almost as much of a sport as ostrich hunting. Several hens lay in one nest, which sometimes holds from tweleve to twenty-five eggs. The cock often hatches the eggs, and if disturbed during the operation be comes very dangerous, not hesitating to attack with his legs a man on horse back. Who’i Whof At last the hotel clerk permitted the guest on the far side of the counter to speak to him. "May I inquire,” said the guest diflidently, "who that mod est gentleman was you were talking to a moment ago?” "Cert,” replied the clerk; "that was the old man.” “And who is the old man, pray?” “The owner of the house, of course.” “Is that so?” was the astonished remark. “Well, I never w'ould have thought he was.” “Why not?” “Because I was so dead sure in my mind that you owned the whole shebang.”—Detroit Free Press. Much Like Demosthenes. "Woman,” he said, "really ought to be a better orator than man.” “Why so?” she asked. “Because,” he replied, "to a certain extent she at least fol lows the methods of that far-famed orator, Demosthenes.” "In what way?” she inquired,still busy with the finish ing touches of hei toilet. “You re member,” he answered, “that Demos thenes used to practice talking with his mouth full of pebbles.” She hastily took the pins from out her mouth and informed him that he was a mean old thing, anyway.—Chicago Post. QUEER SPOT IN NEW YORK. Bunch of Wooded Shanties Called “Sun* ken Villa**.'* There are some queer spots in this city, unusual places that one would not dream existed in the metropolis of tho western hemisphere. One of them is “Sunken Village,” which is bounded by Sixty-second and Sixty first streets and Central Park West. It consists of eight shanties situated on a track of land about 15 feet below the level of the surrounding streets. A high board fence incloses the “village” on all sides, and behind it the villagers eat and sleep, work and play, live and die, undisturbed by the gaze of the curious. The shanties were construct ed of boards, but they have been patched and thatched till but little of the original material of which they were built remains. Just how long the shanties have been there no one seems to know. In the days of the old Bloomingdale road the “village” was proportionately as far from the city as Mount Vernon is now. In those days the settlement contained inns and resorts of various kinds, and driving parties gathered there to pass a merry evening undisturbed. The city grew apace, and in taking a mighty leap passed over “Sunken Village” and for got that it had been left behind. The surrounding country was filled and graded, but “Sunken Village” remained at its original level. Many years ago Messrs. I. and S. Wormer purchased the tract of land on which the “vil tage” stands and have been holding it till they could sell at the price at which they value it. The price has never yet been offered, and so “Sunken Village” still stands, an alien to the times, an alien to its surroundings.” —New York Times. COUNTERFEITING PICTURES. The Paris Exposition Is Expected to Bring Plenty of Victims. There is no doubt that the counter feiters of paintings by well known ar tists are hard at work in anticipation of the rush of half-informed picture buyers to the Paris exposition, says the Art Amateur. One well-known pic ture dealer informs us that Brussels and Amsterdam are full of spurious old masters, and he instances the case of a picture sold by him about a year ago which has turned up in the former city bearing a name more famous than that of its author and priced at ten times the amount for which he had sold it From another source we learn that two of the most famous fals ifiers of pictures in Europe. Gatti and Vogli. are rushed with orders for their specialties, among which they now in clude pictures which are expected to pass for the work of the late Alfred Sisley. The London picture factories are turning out old English paintings by the dozen, and the unscrupulous buyer may obtain Sir Joshuas, Gains boroughs and Romneys for £10 to £20 apiece. An expert appraiser for the New York custom house tells us that he saw there lately three dozen false Monticellis and other pictures on the same day. Everything that will bring a good price is being counterfeited. A certain American artist, of somewhat inflated reputation, is proudly going about announcing that he is among the victims. This is, of course, a meth od of self-advertising, like the periodi cal robberies of actresses’ jewels, but we have every reason to believe that the painter's claim is true.—Chicago News. A Little Hero. The other day Herman Cruts, a 16 year-old boy employed at $1.08 a day to repair frogs and tracks on the Lacka wanna railroad tracks at Paterson. N. J., was struck by a switch engine and hurled to the earth unconscious, with a crushed right arm. His earnings had been the chief support of a widowed mother and four brothers and sisters, of whom the eldest is 15. the youngest 3. “We’ll have to amputate your arm,” said the surgeons when Herman got his senses. '“For heaven’s sake, try to save it.” he begged. “What will moth er and the children do if I cannot work for them?” Here was heroism that re quires no roll of drum or blare of bu gle to stimulate. In the midst of the awful agony of physical pain the agony of the mind predominated. His solici tude was not for himself—the loved ones at home were first in his thoughts. Here is true bravery, the nobility of heroism, if ever it existed. Wire* of Koer Fighters. The wives of the Boers are playing as important a part in the war in South Africa as did the famous female defenders of Aix-la-Chapelle in the Middle Ages. They die in the trenches bestde their husbands, rifle in hand, or fight on when the men have fallen. In the storm and stress of battle, the men have dominated it, almost to the ex clusion of a thought of,the women, ex cept collectively, which is not the way to think of women, while the individ ual men of the Boer army have, by the very force of circumstances, stood con spicuously out. Yet the womanhood of all nations, vibrating emotivnally in sympathy, can attune itself in sympa thetic thought with those sturdy Dutch dames who are making such a struggle for their country. Fumigation In Honolulu. The authorities of Honolulu have adopted the most heroic methods to suppress the epidemic, it now being the rule that whenever a case occurs in a frame building (which it is impos sibl to thoroughly disinfect) it is con demned with all its contents and burn ed to the ground. The consequence of this is that fires occur two or three times a week. Cincinnati a Sporting City. It may be said of Cincinnati that it is not only the Queen city, but literally the queen of clubs, having within the corporate limits more than 100 organi zations devoted to shooting, fishing and outdobr recreations. Something Saved. “Are you putting anything by for a rainy day?" “Yes; every bright day I postpone lots ol work."—Chicago Record. WEDDED WITHOUT A PREACHER Unique Marriage of a Quaker Couple at Pasadena. Cal. Pasadena (Cal.) special correspond ence Chicago Chronicle: William F. Michener and Mrs. Mary V. Miller, both of this city, last week married themselves without the aid of any preacher and without even having pre viously secured a certificate. Their marriage must be recognized by the law, too. It was the first marriage of the kind which was ever solemnized in the state of California, according to the claim made by the parties. It was under the law of the Quaker church, originated by George Fox, the founder of the Quaker church in Eng land 250 years ago. Several other states of the union, after a strong ef fort had been made, recognized this form of ceremony, and in 1897, through the efforts of Senator C. M. Simpson, California legalized it. The groom did not have to procure a license. On Saturday, Feb. 17, the bride and groom informed the Quaker church that they contemplated marriage. A committee was appointed to see that there were no obstacles. Thirty days later the committee reported that there was none. The couple then informed the church that they were still in the same mind and another committee was appointed by the congregation to see that the ceremony was properly per formed. Half-past 10 in the morning was the time set. At the close of a prayer service the bride and groom stepped before the congregation, fac ing the groom's brother,Dr. J. C. Mieb ener, a prominent physician, who was the first waiter or groomsman. Prof, and Mrs. I. N. Vail, the nearest rela tives of the bride, were her attendants. The couple joined their right hands and the groom said: “Friends, in the presence of the Lord and before this assembly, I take Mary V. Miller to be my wife, promising with divine assist ance to be unto her a loving am. faithful husband until death shall sep arate us.” The bride repeated this for mula and they inscribed their names upon a certificate reading: “William F. Michener and Mary V. Miller of the county of Ix>s Angeles, state of Cali fornia, having made known their in tentions of marriage with each other in a public meeting of Friends held in Pasadena this 21st day of March, in the year of our Lord 1900, declared that in the presence of our Lord they took each other for husband and wife. And as a further confirmation thereof they did then and there in this presence subscribe their names, she, according to the custom and marriage, accepting the name of her husband.” The wit nesses signed the certificate. There ; was no ring and no music. 1 _ FOWLS ATTACK A LIGHT. Keepers of Hog Island Light Hoase Kilt Many Geese and Ducks. One of the keepers of the Hog island light on the Virginia coast relates a remarkable experience with wild fowls at that light one night recently. Between 7 and 8:30 p. m., the watch on duty was aroused by the “honking” o^ wild geese and brant, accompanied by the crash of breaking glass. He hastily summoned the other keepers, who responded with shotguns. They opened fire on the bewildered birds with every gun. The battle lasted for an hour and a half. The guns got so hot that it was dangerous to use them and the shoulders of the men became sore from the recoil. The supply of ammunition gave out and the fight ended. In the morning there were sixty-three dead brant, geese, and ducks at the foot of the tower. On the following Saturday morning the tower was again attacked by the birds. There being no stock of cartridges on the island, the guns were useless, but the keepers fought with sticks and cap tured 150 fowls, when a flock, appar ently containing thousands, rushed upon them. They were compelled to seek shelter within the tower. So powerful was the flight of the fright ened geese that the wire screens were penetrated, the light in the watch room extinguished, and the panes in three windows destroyed. These fowl had taken wing because of the severe weather prevailing upon their feeding grounds and were blinded by the in tense glare of the powerful light in the top of the tower. Hog island light marks one of the most dangerous shoals on the Virginia coast. It is an iron tower and stands 180 feet above mean high water. It is a first class light aad can be seen from the bridge of a steamer a distance of twenty-five miles. Make Way far the Ladle*. “Whenever I meet a wagon or a car riage on the road driven by a woman," said a horse owner to a Washington Star man, “I give an extra grip to the reins, brace nay feet, hold my breath and watch her like a hawk. Why? Because there is not in a woman’s na-» ture that element that goes to make up a driver, and they are just as likely to pull the right rein as the left. The fair sex have discovered that by pull ing at a horse’s mouth he can be made to move more rapidly. This is because the short, quick jerks that a woman gives, accompanied usually by a sharp •Get up!’ hurt the animal’s mouth, and he moves for relief. But most all of them drive that way and always will. The oniy exceptions are those who have been taught by professional driv ers in a riding school or on the road." Mist Uonld'a Letter*. , Miss Helen Gould, in a single week, recently received requests for financial assistance which aggregated $1,548,000. The requests for loans amounted to $166,000; requests to raise mortgages, $77,500; to aid churches to the amount of $56,900; a plan to equip a colony In Cuba would need $1,000,000; girls de sired money towards their trousseaux, and one asked for a house, then she could marry at once. One poor woman offered to exchange a valuable ring for $1,200 in cash, and another offered a brooch for $600; thirty-two requested to have interviews, another wanted air pillows ftjr an entire regiment of soldiers, and eighteen of the letters were evidently from cranks. The world's births amount to 36. 792,000 every year, 100,800 every day, 4,500 every hour. 70 every minute, or one and a fraction every second.