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I Lite’s opening voyage, Lord, I hott didst safely keep ! O’er childhoods sheltered bays; | As now the tides of age around me creep, ' Protect my shortening days. i I Thou didst defend my youth when sped my hark 1 i hit t > w ird the i ipen sea; | A> I approach the shore, unknown and dark-, [ Still guard and care for me. ! Becalmed by idle winds «*:i placid seas, | Thy vigil did not cease; ! Now tempests heat, and when 1 shrink from these. J Impart uplifting peace. » When Joy. bright winged, poised lightly on the prow | Thou gently didst restrain ; | Though Sorrow often voyages with me now, j My troubled soul sustain. [ When many ships were nigh and skies were bright, i I knew l'liy presence sweet; [ As one by one they vanished in the night, ! Draw near me, 1 entreat. | Lor I Thou Inst been companion, friend and guide i O’er life’s unresting sea ; | When Death, the gentle Pilot, stands beside, ! Oh, make the port with me! —Francis E. Pope. A Dangerous Discovery. BY JOHN GASTON. (Copyright, 1901, by Dally Story Pub. Co.) It all came about because I was too inquisitive—and too honest. I was em ployeil m the counting room of Lemuel Hipiev, the wealthy broker. A very euci'pssful man was Lemuel Ripley. His signature was good for fabulous sums and the ‘‘street’’ shook when he went in to influence the market. He used his wealth well au 1 was a shin ing pillar of the church while every appeal for purposes of charity or civic reform found his ears open aud his cheek-book at hand' I had been in lus employ for some five years and had acquired a very re sponsible position when one day I ran against i most peculiar thing iu the books. Of Itself it was not of great significance but it suggested that the books had been tampered with. The discovery frightened me as I had had charge of the books and 1 resolved to inv jstigate. The further 1 delved the more puzzling the matter became— and the amount involved rose to fig ures which made me gasp. i found that customers of the house had been cheated out of hundreds of thousands of dollars but try as I would I could not see how anybody hail profited by it. I decided to take it to Mr. Ripley. "Ah yes, you have discovered that series of errors, have you?" he re sponded blandly. "They gave me the most serious annoyance and 1 spent many nights over the books straight ening the affair out. You are vigilant, Charles. I am more tiian pleased that you fouud this matter because it gives me confidence that I can depend on you Have you discussed the matter with auy of the other clerks?” I hastened to teli him that I had spoken of the matter to no living be ing. “Quite right, quite right." he re plied "It has all been straightened nut but it would be unwise to have it be talked about By the way, Chares. I have been watching your work with a great deal of interest aud 1 have come to the conclusion that you are worth more to the house than I am paying you. Hereafter you will draw a hundred dollars a mouth more than you have been getting.” Oil, fool that 1 was not to see the whole thing then w’.ieu he nearly doubled my salary. If 1 had kuown anything atiout the world 1 should have seen through the schema. Iu “You are vigilant, Charles." stead I leaped to my feet with extrav agant exclamations of gratitude. I thought of one entry in the books that might give a clew to the errors which had so puzzled me and I went to the oitice after dinner that night to make one more trial to clear up the mysiery. Sure enough the entry did give me a clew and following it up I received a shock that nearly took away my senses. There was the evidence in black and white that Ripley him self hail tampered with the books and had literally robbed his customers of great fortunes. While sitting stupe fied at the discovery a key turned in the door and in walked Mr. Ripley, dancing at the open books he saw what I had found. “Still at work Charles? I desire to use the books tonight. You nepil not wait. I will see that they are put away.” All the next (lay I thought it over ns I fumbled through my work. Rip ley called me into his office and asked me a lot of questions about the errors in the presence of other employes. There were discussions going on in his private room. In the afternoon a deputy sheriff appeared and to my sur prise said that I was wanted at the court house. What was my horror when I found I was called before the court to have my sanity inquired into? Ripley was there as was his manager and several employes of the house. Ripley went i "Ob, uncle, don’t!” or the stand and testified that I was unquestionably insane. 1 saw through the whole affair in a minute. I was to be buried alive in a mad house. Ail* the clerks followed Ripley’s lead and each spoke of my particular delusion to the effect that Mr. Ripley s books had been tam pered with, in despair and anger I told the story of Ripley's guilt. In a moment I saw my fatal mistake. The face of the judge showed that he was convinced that I was mad. How could he think otherwise when it is consid ered what Mr. Ripley's reputation was? The result of it all was that I was de clared insaue and ordered confined in an aslyum. Ripley wiping his eyes us in the deepest grief offered to pay my expenses in a private institution where 1 might be “better cared for." I cried out against it raved and begged not to be put in Ripley’s power but this was thought to be a part of iny delu sion. Words cannot portray the horrors of that asylum. It was one of those dens run by the most brutal and unscrupu lous of men. On the way I was drug ged and when 1 came to my senses I was in irons. My head ached and’I was nearly maddened at the hopeless ness of my position. 1 cried out and beat the bars hopelessly in my im potent rage. A keeper came in pres ently and I demanded fiercely to be freed. He knocked me down and kicked me with his heavy boots. 1 will not describe the days that fol lowed. The tale would be too grue some. One d ly 1 was taken to the office and informed that I was to help carry coal to the cellar. I had given up all hope and sincerely courted death. “Not u stroke of work will I do for you,’’ I replied. “Not a stroke.” “Oh you won't," replied the super intendent with menace In his voice. “1 guess we’ll find a way to make ye better-natured.” “Do your worst,” I cried throwing my head hack, my eyes blazing with anger. "You know that 1 am uo more insane than you are. You know why I am here. You know what my fate is to be and it can't come too quick.” As 1 began this speech the door opened and there came into the room the fairest vision of loveliness I had ever seen. A young girl lu the flower of womanhood, with eyes like stars, and a perfection of feature, form and carriage that was only marred by an expression of unutterable sadness. She paused and glanced at me and when 1 had finished, said: “Oh. uncle, don't. Haven’t we had suffering and misery enough here?” “Get out and stay out." replied th* superintendent. *Y can run this place without any advice from a beggar.” Flushing deep'/ the girl turned to me with a pleading look: “Please, please do as he says; for my sake. I can’t stand any more of these horrors.” “1 will,” 1 responded, “for your sake.” With a look of gratitude she turned and left the room. I carried coal all day under the oaths and blows of two brutal keepers. That night as I lay exhausted and suffering, but thinking all the time of the fair young girl with the sad face and wondering how it would look if the owner were happy, the door of my cell opened, there wfas a swish of gar ments and I struggled to my feet to see the angel of my vision. “Not a word.” she whispered. “It is worth your life and mine.” “When the clock strikes one," she whispered, “open your door, turn to the right and you will find the window at the end of the corridor open. You must drop twenty feet and climb the wall. Tlie keeper is drunk. Unde is going away at half past eleven. I will unlock tlie door." She unfastened the irons on my hands and feet and in an instant she was gone. The next morning at 0 o'clock I stood before the man most wronged by Ripley in the affair of the doctored books.- My terrible earnestness per suaded him to investigate. Within two weeks the newspapers were filled with details of the terrible scandal and of the downfall of Lemuel Ripley, who now occupied a cell in the county jail awaiting trial on a criminal charge. This is tlie end of my story. I might go on and tell of how the people who received their money made me most handsome payment for my services and how I secured a fine ! position; and, I might even tell how I I braved the lion in his den and in ! sisted on carry'ng away the girl who ! had saved me. from thut horrible asy lum, but my wife says that is a matter which concerns only two. _ COREAN GIRLS. ISut Little Pleasure Enters Into Their Monotonous Lives. Marriage does not bring happiness to girls in Corea any more than to those in other parts of the far east When young a girl is allowed a free dom which is denied her later, and it is not till she attains the dignity of being | a mother-in-law that she begins to en- I joy life again. The daughter of a Corean house is of little consequence, while a sou is of great importance, and ltis advent into the family circle is always welcomed with joy. When very young the boys and girls play together, but when they reach the age of eight or ten a great distinction is made. In the families of wealth, where none of the women of the family are obliged to do any of the housework or toll in the fields, the daughters are secluded in the part of the house reserved for the women, into which no men are allowed to enter. Their brothers dwell in the men’s apartments, where they are free to do what they please. Education in Corea is provided to a I certain extent for the boys and young | men, but it is almost an unheard-of thing for a girl to lie allowed to learn anything outside of the purely domes tic. accomplishments. The girl is a mere chattel; site is not even consider ed a unit of society. As an illustration I j of how far this idea is carried it is in teresting to note that the girl has lit erally no name. When she is a mere child a surname is given to her for convenience, but when she marries she gives it up and merges her identity in i that of her husband. Her parents call , her by the ward or district in which j she contracted her marriage; her par- i ents-in-law call her by the name of the village from which she has come. Eater • on. when she has children, she is nam ed the “Mother of So and So.” Tamper »nr« fn QIaikoit. Devotion to teemperance impresses the visitor more forcibly than any 1 other feature of Glasgow life except, perhaps, its capacity for whisky. The strictest regard for the great cause animates the authorities in all their dealings with public affairs. Everj' bailie, every magistrate is a temper anee advocate, and needs to be to pre serve the esteem of his fellow citizens. For every citizen is a convinced and sincere upholder of the temperance cause. No matter how many whiskies he may take in the course of a day, he never loses faith in his principles. In deed. he seems to find that his tem perance principlesarestrengthened and his exposition of them facilitated by the consistent use of whisky. The fact seems to be that in Glasgow to drink whisky is not to indulge In strong drink. The Scotch are a hardy, healthy and vigorous race, and to them the national drink is not a liquor; it is merely a liquid. They take it just as they breathe the bracing air. as one of the ordinary conditions of existence. Daily Kwrcl»a of Strength. Karon Pierre de Goubertin, chairman i of the international Olympian commit tee, without previous training, succes fully spent six hours out of eight in sport. This he did by going through : one hour’s riding, one hour's rowing, ; spending an hour in cycling, another 1 in playing lawn tennis, an hour in rid i ing a motor-cycle ad four bouts of fif teen minutes each with the sword, the foil, the saber and the boxing gloves. The baron maintains that any man who keeps up daily exercise in like manner be ready at any time to i obey the most exacting call for phys , leal endurance.—Paris Letter. I Good humor is the blue sky in which the stars of talent brightly shine. ®f iai 2 Col. W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill! is. as a general rule, rather economical in the matter of giving interviews to the public press, but while in Boston with his great educational exhibition the other day he was induced to say a few words about himself and the de velopment of the great West which will be of interest to readers gener ally. Speaking of his early life he said: "There were a heap of occupations for boys in those days, and I guess I tackled ’em all; driving loose cattle behind a bull train, carrying dispatch es for freighting outfits, following and going with trappers for furs on differ ent streams. That's how I learned to know the Indian—by going with trad ers who trade with ’em for furs. \\ hen I was along in my teens 1 was per fectly familiar with all the country from the Canadian river in the south to the Yellowstone of the north, and the lands between the Rocky moun tains and the Missouri river. I became thoroughly acquainted with the In dians. knew their favorite haunts, their camps and their bad lands." “What was the real cause of the first Indian uprising?" "It was the effect of tlie bad exam ple set them by the white men. Dur ing the war of the rebellion the In dian heard that the white men were killing each other off. They kept hearing about it for two years, until all the tribes were talking about the gradual extinction of the white man, who had wonderful guns and ammu nition. At last they held a grand meeting which led to a general up rising. They obtained modern guns and armed themselves like the white men, and it was their Impression that they could sweep across the continent clear through to the 'great river,’ the Atlantic, and recapture their country from the whites." The material for western romance began at this time with a vengeance, and followed the dramatic flavor that literature had gained from the sor rows of the civil war. The United States government is not a romantic organization, however, and as soon as peace was declared in Washington be tween the North and the South, the entire forces of the regular army were hurried out to the frontier, command Sheridan. Ham-o-jk^Cufur. Carr. Miles. Crook; AugurT Jprd'. lfazen. Emery, Duncan. Forsythe. King. Reynolds, Terry. Penrose. Palmer. Gibbon, Can bv. Henry, Whistler, Crosby, Greely, Sudley, Mills. Hayes, Schwitzer and many others. Most of these officers were totally unfamiliar with the plains, and then came into existence the man of whom ‘‘Bill" Cody is an ideal representative—the scout. ‘‘You see, when these army fellows came out our way,” continued Gol. Cody, "the question was. Who could they find to act as guides and scouts? The miners were inefficient: they didn’t tell much about the hiding places of the Indians, so they began to look around for fellows like me. who had been raised out there. When Gen. Sherman came West in ’65 and ’66 to make his great treaty with the Kiowa and the Comanche Indians. I was first employed as a scout and dis patch carrier. Well, he soon found that I knew the country better than any man in his command, and he made me bis guide. I felt considerable pride in my responsibilty, too, for I was pretty young to have an old army veteran like Sherman leaning on me." He paused. How yougg? 1 asked. "Nineteen!” he said, emphatically, and in two years—that is. in ’68—when Sherman took command of the field, he made me chief of scouts and guide of the t'nited States army.” "Scouting was a trade?” I asked. “It’s a gift. The Indian is the nat ural scout, and lie'll keep a white man hustling, with all his clothes on, and no sleep either to beat him.” "The scout knew his game?” "Yes, sir, as well as the Indian could hunt his. A scout had to have eyes, ears and brain working overtime when he was on the trail, I can tell you.” “You followed the tracks of the In dian ponies?” "Tracks, nothing’” said "Bill” con temptuously. "That’s no sawdust country out there; it's ail grass. You couldn't see a hoof print. I've fol lowed a single horse tile by w'atehing the grass and noticing how it was broken. I could tell the way the grass broke if the Indians were traveling fast or slow, horses packed heavy or light, ridden by Indians or running loose. The manner in which a moc casin shaped its tread on the prairie would tell me what tribe our enemy belonged to, and by their camp em bers whether it was a party on the warpath or peaceful Indians. Nothing made an army man so sore as to have a guide make a dry camp at night, so that a scout had to be conversant with the country and reach water when nightfall came. The subjection of the Indians was one of the toughest propositions to face. In 1877 the Pine Ridge trouble broke out. The Indians expected theii Messiah, who was to liberate them from captivity. The suppression of this uprising fell to the lot of Gen. Miles, and he fought, as he always does when in command, with his head. He put down the ghost dance without the loss of hardly a life on either side, and in all iny service as a scout I never saw finer generalship than his at Pine Ridge. “Even In the thick of the Indian fighting it w’as impossible for a man to escape seeing the great possibilities of those arid states, but it took a pro fessor to convince me of the chances of civilizing that country. I was sta tioned at Fort McPherson, Neb., Gen. Sheridan, in command of the Missouri division. The general came to me one day and instructed me to act as guide for Prof. O. C. Marsh and 23 Yale students who wanted to go through the ‘Bad Lands’ on a fossil expedition. Well! I got kinder jealous of that pro fessor. He was always talkin’ a whole lot of stuff about that country that I'd never heard before. He said that the Great Big Horn basin was formed by the passage of a big snake that had finally cut its way through the Big Horn canyon. He went in to tell why there should be in this basin the finest soil in the world: that there must be great mineral deposits there, probably | sea gold. I said to him then that 1 guess he thought he knew more about that country than I did, and told him he'd better go it alone. Well, sir, the i old fossil hunter was right. Twenty 1 gtiishes.. What is the origin of Dix ie's Land or Dixie I^and, or Dixie? On, on, it goes. I believe it was right here on Manhattan Island, and that the fellow who wrote about it being a "land of cotton, ’simmon seed, and sandy bottom” was a chump. Old Man Dixie was a slaveholder on Manhattan Island, who removed his slaves to the Southern states, where they had to work harder and fare worse; so they were always sighing for their old home, which they called "Dixie Land.” The “nigger” imagination soon ad vanced this island into a sort of De lectable Country, or Land of Beulah. —New York Press. Odd Oklahoma •Jaatlce* If one wants to find an extraordinary brand of justice he must go to Okla homa or some other region known in general parlance as the bounding west. At Alva a man was arrested for stealing two hogs, which he hauled to Waukomis and sold for $20.50. The law defines grand larceny as the steal ing of something of more value than $20, and petit larceny as the stealing of something of less value than thi3 sum. The question In the hog case was whether it was grand or petty larceny. The lawyer for the prisoner argued that while the hogs had been sold for more than $20, the prisoner was entitled to a credit of $1 for haul ing them to market, which would re duce their value to less than $20 and / Buffalo ' BlLt ' COL. CODY AS^IE APPEARS TODAY.—From a Skotoh by Goodman. years later a party of prospectors dis covered gold, campers had seen the color of It and hurried out there to locate claims.” “And what did they find?” “Millions of acres of grazing land, the sides of the canyons covered with timber, all kinds of building stone, marble, granite, sandstone, gypsum. They found they could raise cereals as good as any In Indiana or elsewhere. They had discovered a national park. Why, in my town of Cody, within a few miles are seven different kinds of natural water geysers, hot, cold, boil ing, freezing, any old style you want. Starting life in the West at its most thrilling period, Col. Cody has semi the buffaloes pass away, the Indian subdued, the cowboy farmed out, the settlers crowding in. He has been of active service to the United States government in all these years; hut the most American thing that this typical American has done is to build a town in the shadow of the canyons and bap tize it with his own name.—Boston Daily Herald. Dixie'* I.and Again. | The familiar controversy never lan the crime of his client to petty larceny. And the court so found. Hiding the Sea Horae. A fpw ocean travelers are now en joying the novel sport of riding the sea horse." This "sea horse" is not the marine animal which zoologists know by that name. It is an electric al contrivance in the gymnasium out fit aboard the new cruising yacht Prin zessin Victoria Luise of the Hamburg American line. A gymnasium itself is an unusual enough institution aboard ship. One of the appliances affords all the varieties of horseback exercise, a conventional saddle, stir rups and other accessories being pro vided. and with them suitable adjust ing mechanism, so that the whole out fit can he given more or less violent vertical and slightly horizontal recip rocating movement through a system of cams and connecting rods, simulat ing very closely the motion of the animal in life. Happiness is Increased, not by the enlargehent of the possessions, but of the heart.—Ruakiu.